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New Digs

By: techsan



Author's note: the following story is pure fiction and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. This story contains explicit material and any reader who is not over the age of 18 must exit now.

"Hi," she said with a gleam of white teeth that dominated a gorgeous face. She had long blonde hair that had dark roots but her body was tanned and most of it was exposed in the little bikini she wore. 

I had just popped to the surface and was holding onto the side of the pool after swimming thirty laps of the short pool in an attempt to stay in some sort of shape. This was the first time I had been in this pool and it was a little shorter than the one at the gym where I usually worked out, but this was only the second day I had lived in the apartment complex. "Hello" I replied. "I'm Pete."

"Yeah, I know" she said, showing the immaculate white teeth again. "I watched you move in yesterday. I'm Missy. I'm in 22B" and she pointed up to the second floor of the building behind her.

"Have you lived here long?" I asked, wanting to make conversation but not wanting to sound too inane.

"Only about six months. I moved here from Idaho. Where did you come from?"

"I'm from Texas, a little town in the western part of the state. Are you working?"

"Well, yeah, at least I'm trying" she said rather wistfully. "I'm looking for something in film. Right now I'm working four nights a week as a waitress. I guess that'll have to do until something better comes along."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I got an offer to do some pictures with Orion Studio but it's pretty small parts. At least the pay is small."

She laughed and seemed to relax. She slumped down in her chair and let her knees splay out to the sides. The little yellow string bikini she was wearing struggled to cover the necessities. I would have walked out of the water and sat beside her but the pool wall was covering my raging hard-on. I might have lost it if I had looked away but I couldn't pull my attention from her beautiful body, with its great tan and curvy shape. I would find out later that she was 26 years old, stood 5' 7", weighed 132 pounds and had 36D-25-34 measurements. She had a butterfly tattooed on her right ankle and her belly button was pierced. She was one gorgeous package.

"You married?" she asked.

"No. You?"

"Nope, not even a boyfriend since I broke up just before I moved out here. He didn't want me to be this far from him because then he couldn't control me. You got a girl friend."

I smiled. "Well, I think I have some girl friends but I don't have a girlfriend. There hasn't been anyone special for a couple of years now."

The conversation kind of lagged and then she got up. "I've got to get inside before I burn."

"Hey ... Missy. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

She turned and looked over her shoulder, catching me staring at her hard round gluts. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Well ... yeah."

"Okay, then. It's a date. Pick me up at 7."

She was wearing a white sun dress that set off her tan perfectly ... and showed enough cleavage that I nearly fell into it. She laughed at my expression, knowing exactly the reaction she had on my libido.

Since we both were on limited budgets, I took her to a mid-range steak house, a place where we could get good steaks and have a decent ambiance but not popular enough to bring out the paparazzi, not that they would have been all over us any way. We enjoyed a very good meal at a leisurely pace and shared some good conversation. She turned out to be very easy to talk to, down to earth and rather intelligent.

It was 9:30 by the time we got back to the apartments. I was thinking about asking her in for a drink when she asked "Are you going to show me your place?"

"Sure" I said. "I'd like that, as long as you understand that I'm not finished unpacking."

"That's okay" she said. "Most people who live here never completely unpack."

I knew what she meant. People in this area were always looking for something better ... or on the way down. Anyway I had the place livable, as long as we didn't open the door to the second bedroom, which had become my temporary storage room. I showed her around and, in my bedroom, she lingered on the king-sized four-poster bed I had installed, bouncing on the mattress to test the springs. 

Missy said "You've got a great bed. Lots of atmosphere in this wood. And lots of strength too." She smiled. "Bet it would hold up under just about anything."

I grinned. "Yes, it is pretty good. You want to try it?"

"I don't know" she replied, tugging at the top of her dress. When her heavy breasts were bare, she said "What would you do with these?"

Quickly I was in front of her, bending to kiss the magnificent globes. She tossed her head and her long blonde hair covered my head, forming a tent over me sucking her tit. The look of amusement had been replaced by one of lustful concentration. I spent several minutes licking and sucking her tits and in the meantime worked my hands under her skirt. When I grabbed her bikini panties and started tugging on them, she rolled backward and lifted her hips. I held her legs up and out and buried my face in the angry red flesh of her crease.

Up and down, in and out I savored the taste of her, chasing every drop of juice that rolled out of her opening. Several minutes later she was moaning "uh ... uh ... uh", tossed her hair from side to side, and then started quaking as an orgasm rolled over her. 

I stood up and began shucking off my clothes. When I pushed my jockeys down, her eyes grew wide "I remembered during dinner that Orion does pornos so I figured you were hung but that's better than I expected. Very nice. But you will be gentle with me, wont you?"

"Of course, sweetie. I think we'll both like it." As I climbed into the bed, she scooted up to the head and spread her legs wide. My stiff questing member found the puffy lips of her pussy and I swiped it up and down a couple of time to spread the lubricant. Then centering my prod, I eased forward and watched my purple helmet disappear into her. 

A few easy strokes and I was balls-deep inside her. As my root nestled between her swollen lips, I eased down to her lovely face and my open lips met hers in a long spit-swapping kiss. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she began to rock on my cock before I could move. She said "That feels like it goes up to my throat. I feel so full ... so good. Fuck me, honey."

I began to stroke in and out, using several inches of my probe, working slowly to make it last. That was great for several minutes, until she could no longer contain herself. With her arms around my neck and her ankles locked behind my butt, she started moving like a hummingbird's wings, banging into me with abandon. I supported us on hands and knees and she pounded my pole until we both climaxed within seconds of each other. She yelped "Hold on, baby, I'm cumming." She began tossing her head back and forth, up and down and then dug her heels into my buttocks as her mouth became slack-jawed. She finally let go with her hands and hung under me by her legs, muttering "ungh ... huh ... mmmm ... yeah!" Then she apparently lost strength in her legs, because her ankles separated and she slowly sank down to the bed. I eased down on top of her and kissed her around my struggles to regain my breath. Finally I mustered enough energy to roll off her, although she rolled over with me, still huffing and puffing from her exertion.

After a bit I got up and went to the bathroom to take a leak and she followed me to get a drink of water. Then it was my turn to follow her back to the bedroom and I couldn't help but play with her beautiful round butt. Missy asked if I liked her ass and I said I loved it. She asked if I had ever tried spanking and I said that I hadn't so she asked me to spank her.

She had me sit up in bed and she lay across my lap. I started slapping her on the fanny but she said I did it much too lightly and before long she had me pounding her ass pretty hard. The skin color began to change from tan to pink and I thought she'd want me to stop but she kept saying "Spank me, daddy. I've been a bad girl" & inserted a hand between my legs to play with my cock. So I spanked her harder until the skin turned bright red and she was panting that she needed to be fucked.

I scrambled out from under her and she got on her knees and face, propping her butt high in the air. I knelt behind her and my cock slid all the way to my balls in her slick pussy. I took a few plunges and then Missy said, in a little girl voice "Please put it in my bottom, daddy." I wasn't sure what she had said so she repeated it "Please put it in my bottom, daddy. Baby needs your thing in her bottom."

The only thing I could think of was that she wanted me to change holes so I pulled back and pointed my cock at her anus and eased forward. Her sphincter visibly relaxed and I went into her like a hot knife into a tub of butter. She had her eyes closed and in that same little girl's voice said "That's it, daddy. Make baby feel good, please." I started stroking in and out of her ass, my hands massaging her back and hips, finally finding her big heavy titties and squeezing a handful of each. She murmured "Yes, daddy, that feels so good, daddy." A couple of minutes later she said "You make me feel so full, daddy. I love you, daddy." Involuntarily my cock flexed inside her bowels several times.

I let my right hand rove down over her stomach and convex abdomen and into her crevice, locating her little bud. I started to rub around it but she said "Oh, yes, daddy. Pinch me just like you used to." Pinch her? I wasn't sure what she wanted but I squeezed her clit between my thumb and finger. Instantly I felt her body go stiff and begin to shake in orgasm. The little voice, now very high pitched, said "Oh, yes, daddy! You always make me feel SO good, daddy! Please don't stop, daddy!" I went back to fucking her ass and then pinched her clitty and she came again almost instantly. Four times I helped her climax before my balls finally gave up and spit what felt like a huge load into baby's rectum, filling her to overflowing so that I had cum running down my balls where it cascaded out of her ass hole. I was engulfed in a cloud of euphoria as I held onto her hips until my cock finally deflated so much that it slid out of her ass.

I rolled over and lay beside her, struggling to catch my breath after a magnificent orgasm. She turned and snuggled up to my chest like a little girl. She looked up at me with adoring eyes and said "I hope you weren't turned off by the role play."

"Not at all" I replied. "I'll be your daddy any time you want me to."

We rested a while longer and when my breathing was more normal, I asked "Did you really do that?"

"What? Fuck my daddy?"

"Uh, huh."

"Sure. I had my daddy wrapped around my little finger. I first rode him when I was pretty young and convinced him to fuck me in the butt when I was a couple of years older. We did it several times a week after that. I loved it."

"Wow! That's hot. Do you still do it?"

"No. He died when I was nineteen."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"I have never done that role play before. I have never found any one who reminds me of him until just now. He was big like you ... well, maybe not quite that big. But nobody else made me think of him like you did just now. I know its not fair to put that on you but ... well, I liked it. Hell, no! I LOVED IT! Thank you, honey. If you don't want to do that again, I'll understand." She kissed me on the cheek.

Quickly I twisted and locked lips with her. When I broke the kiss, I said "Sweetheart, I loved it too. I'll do that any time you want to. You're daddy had a very special little girl and I'm glad I'm getting to know her too.

She started to get up. "I think I'd better get home. Do you mind if I shower before I dress? Would you want to shower with me?"

Thankfully the apartments had large shower stalls and we soaped and scrubbed each other before Missy climbed onto my newest erection and I pushed her up against the tile wall and fucked her while the warm water washed over us.

Afterward as we dried and dressed, Missy said "You'll have to meet my room mate sometime. Her name is Sonja. She's a really nice girl. You'd like her. You'd probably like to fuck her too. She's got really big boobies. I'll introduce you sometime."

Missy visited me five times in the next fourteen nights but not including Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday nights when she worked at the restaurant. Finally she spent the entire night on our sixth time together. Every one of our sessions ended with a long fuck of her ass hole with me as her daddy and she as my baby girl. For some reason the thought of fucking my little girl, even though in reality she was two years older than me and had a voluptuous body, made it enormously more satisfying than just any ol' screw. That shows just how much of the act of sex occurs in the mind.

Late morning on that first Saturday, Missy was at the pool getting some sun before going to work. I dove in and did my usual laps for exercise. When I finished, Missy was talking with a beautiful brunette who had just come out to the pool. She was 5' 7", weighed about 125 pounds and had a 34DD-25-36 figure, most of it showing out of the green string bikini she used to cover the required parts. Missy introduced her as Sonja and her accent when she responded said New England, which she confirmed as a little town in central Massachusetts.

Sonja had just as smooth a tan as Missy but maybe a shade or two darker. Her long brown hair hung straight down her back almost to her waist. I was surprised when she jumped into the water since most of the girls just come out for the sun. However she actually swam a few laps before coming back where I was treading water talking with Missy. 

Sonja joined the conversation, bobbing to my left side close enough that we touched frequently. My leg bumped her ass several times and I was pleased when she pulled my left leg up and sat on it, using it like a one legged stool. I put an arm around her waist to steady her while holding onto the pool railing with the other. Missy had an amused expression on her face.

I just barely managed to keep my cool when Sonja's right hand closed over my flaccid cock, causing it to instantly start inflating. Long before she was through with it, my flag pole was standing tall and straight and she seemed favorably engrossed with it. I have to admit to letting my left hand wander between her legs a few times, enough to explore a little penetration of her pussy. By the time Missy said she had to go get ready for work, I was ready to fuck or suck Sonja's cunt. I invited her up to my place and she accepted, laughing at my bulging predicament as I tried to keep it out of sight of other pool patrons.

Sonja was no more inhibited than Missy, simply taking off her bikini as soon as we were inside and following me naked into the bedroom, pulling my trunks down as we went. She pushed me back on the bed and went down on me, sucking on my balls and then my cock. She washed the head and then licked down every side all the way to the base and back up. However when she was satisfied, she wanted to fuck missionary style. The difference between her and Missy though was that Sonja wanted to be in control so she had me get on my back and then she mounted me, piercing her pussy with my spear. For the next forty-eight minutes, she moved this way and that, changing the sensations that came from our coupling. I felt my cock explore all of her reproductive cavity as she moved plus had the benefit of her monstrous titties in my mouth several times and her sweet-smelling long hair roving from side to side across my face. She kept me thinking so much about my own feelings that I lost track of how many times she climaxed. I think it was five or maybe six. All I knew what that the one time I blew my load into her was sensational.

When Sonja was too tired to continue, I held her on top of me by gripping her buttocks in both hands. I kissed her face and neck and nibbled on her ear and told her how much I loved screwing her. In fifteen minutes, I was recovered and hard again and ready to go. She asked me to do her doggy so I got behind her but she didn't raise her bottom ... just expected me to pork her pussy as she lay flat on her stomach. That is an exciting position, one that I am capable of using. Because her ass presses into my crotch, I can't get all of my shaft inside her but I can certainly get enough in to screw her, probably as much as a lot of guys would get in a typical butt-high fuck. Since I have to lay with most of my weight pressed on her body, I couldn't get more than a couple inches of movement but it was enough to provide lots of delicious feelings and I shot a second load into her after several long delicious minutes while she climaxed two more times.

We were both hungry when we finished so we bopped into the kitchen and fixed some sandwiches, ate chips, and drank sodas. I found out that she was 28 years old, worked for an interior designer, and loved being watched while having sex. She had a part-time boy friend but it was more to have someone around when she couldn't find anything better. She liked girly things and dressing up like a cowgirl. And she had never tried a form of sex that she didn't like, even including some with a little pain.

She decided it was time to try a smorgasbord of positions and see just what I could do with my cock. We started easy, with her bent over the back of the sofa in my den but she only gave me two minutes in that position. Then we tried her spread-eagled and holding her ankles; that applied a lot of pressure to the up-turn in my banana-shaped dong and we both liked it. Then she showed me an old ballet move where she stands on one foot and holds the other straight up. I had a ball with her vagina that open. Sonja even stood on her head and had me pierce her from above; again the downward angle applied delicious pressure to my cock. Maybe the best of all was when she lay down on the kitchen table and hung her head off and pulled my cock into her mouth. She slowly pulled me by my hips until my shaft was completely in her mouth and I could watch the progress of my dick head in her throat by the movement of the lump as it traveled in and out. She gagged a couple of times but the presence of my dong would not let her throw up and the urge seemed to pass the more she relaxed. Then holding onto her big boobs, I fucked her mouth just like it was a pussy. After a bit she curled her bottom up so that she could wrap her legs around my head so I fingered her cunt until she came just before I spurted huge gobs of white hot cum directly into her throat.

We took a shower and I put on some shorts while Sonja put her bikini back on. She asked if I had any good videos to watch and then spent nearly a half hour poring through the stacks that I had not yet organized. She picked out an action adventure with a steamy sex scene and we sat back to watch. Before long Sonja was stretched out on the sofa leaning back against my chest as I absent-mindedly traced little paths around her skin. After a while, Sonja was frantically manipulating my cock working at pumping it up. When it became erect, our clothes came off and she sat on it with her back to me, riding while we watched the couple on screen fucking their brains out. It didn't take long for my fingers rubbing her clit to get her to climax.

By the time Sonja had recovered, the couple on the video had also finished so she turned around and lifted up, then sat back down as she held my cock and lowered her anus around me. Her tight sphincter rode all the way down my shaft as she sighed loudly and then squeezed around the base of my dong. I held her close then and we kissed long and wetly and she started to rock her ass back and forth. We weren't moving too quickly, neither of us anxious to bring it to a close. Finally I eased upright, being careful to keep from upsetting our connection. Slowly I carried her to the bedroom, turning out the lights as I went. Holding Sonja tightly to my cock, I knee-walked up into the bed, pulled her ankles up beside her face and began stroking her ass hole. Three times she quaked through orgasms before my balls emptied into her bowels, sending her into one last climax. When my cock had deflated, I rolled over, cleaned off using some tissues, pulled her to me and went to sleep.


New Digs



The following morning, I found Sonja and Missy in the kitchen fixing breakfast. When Missy found that Sonja had not come home last night, she came over to see how we had done. They were talking about our sexual encounters like I was not there and it sounded like I was a hit with both of them. Over breakfast, they decided on a schedule of who would spend what time with me, with my approval of course, based on all three work schedules. It meant that I would have one of them about two out of every three nights.

I was at the beginning of a contract for three pictures with Orion. Although I had only about four or five words to say, I got to fuck two girls in the first movie which really didn't have much plot (as if that was unusual!). It was about a couple of girls out for an adventure and they wind up screwing a dozen guys each at different times. I screwed Shay by the pool at the motel where they were staying. However after watching the film, the director pointed out where I had closed my legs too much, shutting off part of the camera's view of the fuck so we had to do it again. I was surprised that Shay was so cooperative and didn't seem to mind going through it again ... I had figured she would hit the roof about having to correct a rookie's mistakes but she never once complained. For me it was magnificent because I got to fuck her cunt again.

Late in the afternoon I got in on a gangbang of Carla, just one of seven guys that got a piece of her. In a long session, I got my cock sucked, fucked her pussy and came on her tits and stomach, and then wound up on the bottom in her ass in a triple-penetration fiesta. 

Given the low budget of most pornos, it was not surprising that the director wrapped up everything before sundown and called it a finished project, now in the hands of the editors. The next day they started a new movie.

That second day I had the enviable chore of screwing a sweet young thing named Taylor. She was a gorgeous blonde with a tasty shaved pussy and excellent tits. Before we fell into the set bed though she teased that she didn't think she should fuck me since I'd been keeping my cock warm in the wardrobe girl's hand all morning. But that didn't stop her from giving a great performance or sucking down my cum the three times I sprayed it on her. Just about noon, with everyone expecting the director to break for lunch, we got a call for the next scene, which involved me and another guy taking turns on a luscious Latina named Juana (she told me later with a smirk that she selected it as a name because her lines usually included the question "You wanna fuck?" and it sounded like "Juana".) She was as hot in bed as the desert-like section of Mexico she emigrated from.

After a lunch break, I thought about heading home because I wasn't scheduled for anything more that day but decided to hang around just in case. As it turned out, about 4:30 all of the guys were limp and the director was screaming for a hard cock. When I walked onto the set, I got an extra part, which meant more money, and I screwed two sweet young girls (supposedly high schoolers, although both were in their early twenties). In an hour's activity, I managed to shoot three cum loads over the girls, which seemed to make the director happy, although he would have to change the script a little to account for me instead of the scheduled guy. I figured that was not my problem.

One of the luxuries of being in pornos is that most actors and actresses work fewer than half the workdays in any month. The pay, at least for a starter, is not great but beats slinging hash at some greasy spoon or some equally appealing place, and for those few days even a beginner can earn enough to keep a decent roof over his head and maybe even save a little. Maybe the best of the perks is that, with all that time off, I get to hone my skills with Missy and Sonja, and sometimes a few other ladies when I get lucky. Ha! In this town, that's not all that hard to do! 



New Dimension



My wife, Lana, and I had just finished one of our longest (in time) fucks for quite some time.

We both were gasping and groaning after the second mutual orgasm. I was lying on my back with my fast wilting cock still embedded in her hot cunt.

She was smiling down at me when she suddenly rolled off me. "I was just wondering about all of our friends. Do you think they are as sexually active as we are?"

I was surprised by her question. Usually, after a good fuck, she was quiet and rather demure. My blond, very lovely wife has an hour glass figure and nice, firm tits and is very reserved around other people. I tried to make light of the question. 

"I doubt that they are nearly as good at it as we are, especially you!" I quipped. "What made you think about that?" I asked.

She grinned a shy grin. "I just wondered if they all enjoy fucking as much as we do," she admitted.

She seemed to be deep in thought. "I wonder how it might feel to be gang banged," she said, startling me. "I have never had more than one at a time."

I was now more shocked than before. Lana had never even mentioned the idea before. "What do you mean?" I queried.

"I have seen gang bang on video movies but never actually seen one in person," she said. "I wonder if it is as much fun and erotic as it looks on tape!" she continued.

I was flabbergasted. She has always refused to allow me the back door bit and now she was openly confessing that it looked like fun. My cock began to rise again at the thought of being allowed to bang her lovely, protruding ass.

She laughed when she noticed my cock coming to attention. "No! Not now, but maybe sometime," she said. "I was just making an observation."

"Are you suggesting that you--" she cut me off with, "You are too big. I wonder if someone smaller might be better, at least the first time."

I groaned aloud. What a time to have a big cock. "I suppose you have someone in mind," I said, pressing the issue.

She thought for a moment. "I hope this is not making you mad," she expressed avidly. 

I hesitated a moment to gather my thoughts. "No, I am not mad, just slightly perturbed that you want someone else to fuck your ass."

"No! Not really! I just wondered aloud," she said wistfully. 

"Like whom?" I asked bluntly.

"Well, if you really want to know, I was thinking about several people." She hesitated for a short time. "Well, maybe Wally Sheffield, or Dan Modiset, or Harry Hanady, or Stan Brown," she said all too quickly.

"All four?" I asked with a grin.

"Why not?" she rebuked me. "The more the merrier."

My cock had wilted. "What about me?" I asked gruffly.

"You could watch," she said. She was now really getting excited. She began to chuckle. "Would that be too awkward for you?" she said sincerely. 

I coughed aloud. "You are really sincere aren't you?" I asked.

Without hesitation she said forcefully, "YES! If you are OK with it!"

I began to ponder the idea in my mind. This might just be the break through that we both needed. I could put the pressure on Wally, Dan, Harry and Stan to allow me a crack, so to speak, at their wives, not to mention getting a piece of my wife's ass.

Lana noticed my smile. "Are you OK with the idea?" she asked again.

"Hell! I will even help you set it up!" I exclaimed. I rolled from the bed and grabbed the phone.

Lana began to laugh. "You are impetuous," she said with a wink.

I nodded, thus putting the idea into gear. I phoned all of the fellows and asked them to come over that very night for a little party. 

They all seemed surprised when I did not invite their wives. They all were eager when I suggested that Lana had made some fun plans.

Stan was first to arrive. The other three were right behind him.

Stan is a large black man, with broad shoulders and very muscular. 

Wally is a rather small man but he too is quite muscular. He is tanned, nearly as dark as Stan. 

Dan is slightly over weight. His long, creamy white body makes him look even bigger. No tan here. 

Harry is a woman's delight. He has curly black hair, a rough bearded face and muscles where they should be. 

The evening seemed to be starting perfectly. It all began with sexual innuendoes from the men. Of course Lana had dressed in a very revealing outfit, minus a bra and panties.

Lana asked the men to go with her to the back room where she had a surprise for them.

I watched as my wife wriggled down the hall and into the back bedroom. The men were following in close cadence. I waited, as my wife had ordered, for several minutes.

When I arrived at the door of the room, I was greeted with hushed mumbles. When I opened the door, I saw Lana was naked, her tits being fondled by Harry. 

Stan was naked. His huge cock was embedded deeply in my wife's pussy. Dan was lying on his back under Lana. His small cock was pressing against her ass sphincter. Lana was sucking on Wally's cock. Her free hand stroked Harry's cock vigorously. 

I was shocked how rapidly it had all started. Stan noticed me in the doorway. He looked at me sheepishly.

When I nodded my head in assurance, he shouted, "Let the orgy begin!" as he pumped his cock in and out of my wife's cunt furiously. 

I watched, transfixed by the sight of Stan's big black cock moving in and out of my wife's pussy. Her cunt lips would appear as he withdrew and disappear when he shoved the black monster into her. The contrast of his black cock and her white body was unbelievable. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight.

Lana was gasping and grunting loudly. Her sudden shout of ecstasy echoed in the room. Dan's cock had slipped into my wife's ass and Stan's huge black cock was pummeling into her pussy with long, deep thrusts.

I had to chuckle when I noticed Wally's eyes. Lana was giving him the blowjob of his life. Her cheeks were pulled in and I could see she was rolling his cock around in her mouth with her tongue. Wally's eyes rolled back. I thought he would pass out.

I watched in awe. My wife was being gang banged big time. Her eyes were wide and glazed. Her smile could be seen around Harry's hard cock. She was enjoying every minute of the orgy. Her spontaneous shouts of encouragement reverberated in the room.

Stan's balls began to contract. His growls of sexual passion filled the room. With a huge stroke and a loud grunt, his balls deflated, and his cock jumped as his huge load filled my wife with cum.

Lana shouted her climax around the cock that was exploding in her sucking mouth. Her hands were busy on Harry's throbbing shaft. Her ass sphincter closed tightly on Dan's invading cock just as it spewed his seed into her rectum. 

Harry shot a huge load onto her bouncing tits.

Lana was in seventh heaven. Her smile and shouts of encouragement were testimony of her complete satisfaction. "More! More!" she begged as the men switched positions.

I watched as the men switched positions. Lana's eyes were begging for more just as her mouth was begging for them to fill her holes again. 

She groaned in delight each time they switched. Her running commentary of how good it felt filled the room as did the smell of mingled cum.

I glanced at my watch. They had been fucking for over half an hour when Lana noticed me standing inside the room. "Thanks!" she mouthed during a switch.

I watched as long as I could. I finally left my wife with her orgy men and wandered back into the family room. I could hear the sounds of the men fucking my wife, so I turned up the TV.

It was much later when I heard the men coming down the hall. 

Lana entered behind them. Her body was covered with cum. Her pussy was as red as a turkey's snout. Her ass, pink and stretched. Her face was effervescent with joy.

They stopped at the door to the family room. "Thanks for a great evening," they said in unison. 

My wife agreed heartily. "My pleasure, I am sure!" she said emphatically.

"Whose wife is next?" I asked when they started to leave.

They all stopped dead in their tracks. 

"Turn about is fair play!" I exclaimed.

Lana noticed the look on each one's face. "Try it. You might find she will like it. I totally enjoyed the whole thing except when you all stopped."

Her blatant words surprised me. She had been so apathetic about fucking before I was quite amazed. She was a changed woman now. Her whole perception of sex had changed, I must admit, to the better. She had shed her inhabitations and was a completed woman.

They were all shaking their heads in dismay as they slowly trudged down the sidewalk.

I grinned at Lana. "I hope you don't mind if I fuck their wives. After all, you seemed to enjoy your fantasy, I should be allowed the same pleasure."

She laughed aloud. "This is a start of something big and new," she announced. "After I shower, I will tell you all about how it feels to be so delectably fucked by your friends."

She talked for hours about it that night. When we fucked again, she seemed to have urgency in her fucking. Of course, she now wants to fuck more often than ever before. She seems to be measuring up every male friend we have. We are waiting for the next orgy. I hope it is not a very long to wait. 

Lana wondered aloud how she should explain to their wives of the great revelation she has had. 

I just smiled and nodded. 

"It is too bad that more women don't give in to their secret desires for the pleasure of gang bangs," she admits. "I am sure glad that I finally did!"

*

Footnote: 

As for becoming a slut, I can readily admit that she still does not come on to men any more than she did before, only now she can be quite discerning and selective. She never has a gangbang unless I agree to the participants and I get to participate in one way or another. 

I must admit, though, that she has become quite proficient in her sex life, but that is an altogether different story.



New Direction



So it all started when my beautiful Latina wife Gabriela needed to generate more cash flow from her business as an esthetician. Gabriela had been approached by men and the wives and girl friends of men to wax off their pubic hair as well as their testicles, but she always declined. Gabriela discussed her plans for expanding her waxing to generate more money with me over a bottle of wine one night.

I teased her saying she'll be getting turned on seeing these men with their big dicks, because we both know guys with small dicks aren't going to get naked in front of a beautiful woman like you. 

She laughed it off by saying, David you know you're all I can handle, but the truth is I'm just an average size at 6 inches. She told me about one very good female client named Maria that had asked her on several occasions to groom her husband Rey's pubic hair and balls. Each time Gabriela had gracefully declined by saying she does not do men's private areas. Gabriela had even met Maria's husband a couple of times when he picked her up. Both the Maria and her husband are Latin, very fit and attractive; he was in his mid 50's while she was in her mid 30's. 

My wife has always liked older men, as I'm older than her by a decade. Gabriela told me she thought the next time Maria came in too see her should would offer the waxing to her husband if he was still interested. That night we had great sex role-playing what could happen when she see's what some of these men are packing. 

After we were done and the eroticism had passed I grew more concerned where this may lead. Over the past 15 years (mostly while drinking) she had shared with me how large a couple of her ex boyfriends cocks were and hard they had made her cum.

The next day she decides she needs to practice waxing balls since she had never done it, so naturally I got nominated for something I never wanted to do. So she waxes all my pubes off, ouch but not crazy. The balls were a completely different story, I handled it, but it hurt pretty bad A couple days later she told be what little chest and leg hair I had looked silly without any pubic hair, so off it went. I looked like a little boy, not to mention I have one of the dicks that are real small (like 2 inches) if it's flaccid. Yikes, I can't let any of my buddies see me like this!

The next Monday my wife see's her client Maria and asks her if her husband is still interested in having her groom him. The answer is an absolute yes! Rey is scheduled for the following evening. Gabriela comes home and tells me the news and I just try to sound supportive, but deep down I get a bad feeling. She picks up on it and tells me how much she loves me and says my penis almost always does the job. I wish she hadn't said anything.

The next day she dressed what I thought was sexier than normal. I think I've failed to mention how hot my wife is, but the numbers are 5.5 34D, 23, 35. Very nice! So when she decides to show it off, she gets the attention. Nonetheless off she goes. 

She returns that night about 10:00PM very happy and horny. The good news is I'm going to get laid, bad news is I'm not sure why. So she asks for a glass of wine and I finally break the silence and ask her first male waxing went? She stammers a bit then final says it went very well. She said he was not as hairy as she expected and handled the pain well. I asked her if he tipped her well, she said they are trading services since he is a certified masseuse, in fact she said both he and his wife Maria and his wife are both masseuses. I asked where their business is, but she said they only do it part time so it's in their home. Uh oh I thought. Apparently she picked up on it that and told me Maria would be there too. I asked if she was going to have Maria do the massage since she never has it done my man, but she said she was comfortable with Rey.

So we finished our wine and got in bed. She undressed quickly and immediately pulled my underwear down and looked very long and hard at my penis, which at the time was neither long nor hard. So I asked what she was doing and she said just checking it out. I said, "well it hasn't changed in 15 years Gabriela", to she responded, "I know". 

So I finally got the courage to ask her about Rey's size, and she blushed and said he was a good size. I asked how big, bigger than your ex boyfriends, to which she replied "much bigger". I knew it, but of course she responded how much she loves me and I truly know she does. So I had to ask, "how much bigger than me"? The next part hurt, "he's bigger limp than you are hard". Then I asked did he get hard? "Are you sure you want to know"? I said, "YES"! Well when I was moving it around it got about 75% hard and it was huge, both length and girth and his balls are three times bigger than yours. I asked if she still wanted to have sex with me? She started sucking my dick like never before and I came hard in her mouth, but she wasn't disappointed. I asked her she wanted me to eat her pussy, but she said she was tired.

The next morning I asked her when she was going to get her massage? She said today since she gets out early and it worked out good for Rey also. I told her to better be good and leave his big dick alone. She smiled and said don't be silly, besides it's not big, it's huge and gave me a big kiss and grabbed me flaccid dick through my pants and out the door she went.

She got home a little later than I had anticipated, but not too late. She looked very happy and relaxed when she walks in the door as she gave me a hug and quick kiss. Before she could get to far away I asked how the massage was? She said it was absolutely amazing! I'm going to take a shower. I made a quick dinner while she showered and we ate and enjoyed a good bottle of wine. She opened up and said he was so good with his hands and she had never experienced anyone with his control. She also told me the next time we will go together and Maria will give me a massage while Rey does her. She then said, I'm horny as hell so lets go to bed and fuck! 

I got down and ate her pussy and it was a little red, but not like she had been fucked. In bed she got on top and got my hard cock in her and she was as tight as ever, so I knew Rey did not fuck her. I told her I was sorry I wasn't as big as Rey and her response floored me when she said "me too, but I wouldn't trade you for him". She wanted it doggie style which as a little unusual so once I got my cock in her wet pussy I felt her hands reach under and grab my balls. She said she liked them smooth as I was fucking her. She had never said anything negative about my penis in the past; she had said she wished I had bigger balls. Then she stuck two of her fingers in her pussy next to my dick and I knew she was imagining Rey fucking her with his massive cock. We both came hard and fell asleep.

Gabriela saw Maria the next week for a Brazilian bikini wax. She said the two had a great chat and set a Saturday evening for our massages. Maria told Gabriela that her and Rey have a nice surprise for us and we should bring a change of clothes and plan to stay the night. I was a little taken back, but ok with it since I will be there. I asked her what Maria is like since she's giving me a massage and she just said very nice and funny. Then I got the courage to ask what she looked like and she said, "You won't be disappointed". I said, well I know she's Latina and has no hair on her pussy. My wife laughed and said I doubt you'll be seeing that.

Saturday finally came and we packed an overnight bag and noticed my wife had packed some pretty sexy lingerie, her smallest swimsuit and some nice clothes. I packed a swimsuit and clothes and we headed out. We got a warm reception when we arrived and as Gabriela had said, both were very attractive and in very good shape. They were both very nice; Maria had Rey had a slight accent but spoke excellent english which was a major turn on for me because I always wished Gabriela had an accent. Maria's body was unbelievable at 5.0 34C, 21, 34 with long jet black curly hair and a beautiful brown completion and big sexy brown eyes that say come fuck me right now.

Now Rey on the other hand was taller than I had imagined at 6.2 as am I and has a great build and in very good shape as I mentioned along with a full head of salt and pepper hair. He is very confident and charming and I can see how he could be appealing to both women and men. He appeared very worldly and he was just a younger version of the "Most Interesting Man in the World", minus the Dos XX. I could clearly see the attraction that I felt my wife had for him.

We all sat down and got to know each other over a bottle of wine. Maria got up and asked if we were ready for the beautiful experience that her and Rey had planned for us? Gabriela immediately said yes and more reserved I said sure. They took us to another room off their bedroom that was very large with two massage tables, a king size bed and the largest in room bathtub Jacuzzi I'd ever seen. They told us to both take all of our clothes, lay down with the towel covering our butts and they walked out. 

A few minutes later they returned wearing different clothes. Rey was wearing what looked to be some type of very thin black lounge pants and Maria was wearing only a very sheer virtually see through black gown, but wearing a black thong under.

They approached us at the same time and rubbed oil on their hands and started to work it in on our backs. Maria turned my head away from Gabriela so I could no longer see what was going on. After working on my upper arms and back she moved her hand down my lower back and eventually under the towel and then started rubbing my ass. She whispered in my ear that she didn't think I needed the towel anymore and besides you have great ass.

I was starting to wonder what Rey was doing to Gabriela, but when I started to turn my head Maria turned it back and said don't worry about her. Soon she was massaging my whole ass and spending significant time on the crack of my ass and paying special attention to my asshole, she whispered in my ear asking how it felt and I said awesome. My cock got hard and I adjusted a little relieve some pressure. As she continued rubbing my crack I moved my ass in the air a little to increase the pressure. Next she moved her small soft hand under my balls started to squeeze them and then said so aloud "your right, they're not very big, but very smooth and nice". She allowed me to turn to see Rey and Gabriela smiling at me. I looked at Gabriela and noticed she had nothing covering her and has sitting up so that everyone had a view of hers big tits and pussy.

Maria then had me lay on my back and she started working on my chest as my erection quickly subsided. As this was going on I saw something I didn't think I would ever see, another man rubbing my wife's big tits. She was enjoying it so much she started to arch her lower back and brought her feet on the massage table with her knees in the air. Then the another crazy thing happen, I got hard, real fucking hard and this time it was not Maria, it was from watching Rey exciting my wife. 

Then Maria spilled the beans again by saying, looks like he likes what your doing to his wife Rey, he's hard again. Next Maria got some more lube on her hands and started stroking me, then spread my legs and continued stroking me with one hand and rubbing my crack with the other. Each run came closer to going in my ass, but she didn't do it. 

Then I snapped out of was a sure orgasm coming my way to the sound of my wife having one. I looked over to see Rey on the other side of her table with her knees in the air and his hands working on her pussy. She was totally freaking out in full ecstasy as he worked her pussy. I had seen something like this on porn where a guy or girl would work on a woman's pussy till she would squirt and cum hard. About the time, my wife squirted her load all over Rey's hand, chest and pants. I was still hard a rock and I felt Maria rub my cock and asshole again and I shot my load on Maria's see thru gown. 

She commented on my small cum shot, but Gabriela jumped in and said that was pretty good for me. It's true; I've been a big shooter. Maria pulls her gown over her head to display a perfect set of tits. Her nipples were big, brown and very erect making me think she was excited too. All this was happening while I was still in shock with what Rey was able to do with my wife. I never made her cum like that or sound like that and Rey hadn't even used his dick.

Next thing I heard was my wife say, "I need more, I need some cock"! My dick was now down to a pathetic three inches. Gabriela looked and said to me, baby I just want to feel him inside me. I almost passed out and then Maria spoke up and said, "your penis is not that small, in fact I like it, but you cannot physically do for her what my husband can". "She loves you and if you allow this for her and I will take good care of you". 

Gabriela laid there and said one word that has always worked, "please". I nodded my head and Rey helped her off the table to the bed in the room. As he walked by I could see the outline of his huge not even erect cock against his pants. He sat her down on the end of the bed and she immediately slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pants and exposed the biggest cock I'd ever seen in person. Then she stated to stroke and it got harder and bigger to the point she could not get her hand around it. A this point he was at least 10 inches, but what was more impressive was his girth, at least as big around as my wife's wrist. 

Gabriela then looked up at me and said, do you like the job I did on his cock and balls, no hair to get in the way! I'll I could think was what the fuck! Then she took it in her mouth sucked it, licked it and soon would fuck it. She pulled it out and looked at me and said, can you believe how much fucking bigger he is than you. Look at his balls, there's huge.

He pushed her on the bed and started eating her pussy, naturally he was better at that too and soon she was screaming her was into another orgasm. As he was on his knees eating her pussy and got view of how big his dick and balls were hanging down and I could see the precum oozing out with a long stream heading toward the bed. Next my wife says, please fuck me now! He climbs on top of her and moves the huge apple shaped head toward her soaking wet pussy then he touches her lips with it and she totally quivers. Then he pushes the head past her pussy lips and she just locks up and puts her hands on his shoulders to slow him down. 

As I'm watching this slowly happen my cock gets harder than I've ever felt it. I look at Maria and she drops to knees and takes my whole cock in her mouth and sucks me better than Gabriela ever has. I look back at Gabriela and I see her getting used to his massive cock and she starts to move and with him. Maria stands up and grabs my hand and leads me to the bed so we can both get a better view and then takes my cock back in her mouth.

Soon Gabriela has his whole cock is in soaking wet pussy and he starts to really fuck her. She starts saying fuck me with your big manly cock like my husband can't do. Oh your cock is so fucking big, I can feels the huge manly balls slapping my ass, fuck me harder. I love you David, but he fucks me so good! 

Now she cums so hard I can see the juices flowing out around his cock. He gets off of her and lies on his back and he faces her away from him towards my direction and she sits on his fully erect huge cock. She slides her pussy down his cock and starts to ride. I can see his cock getting buried just below her nice little patch of black pubic hair. 

Maria stands up and pushes my head toward Gabriela's pussy, but I resist and she says, just lick her clit and she'll have the best orgasm of her life and you'll be part of it. So I go down and start licking her clit and Maria bends over my back and says, don't worry if you tongue touches his dick he won't care. I say I don't want to touch his cock. She moves me out of the way and starts licking my wife's clit and Gabriela starts to go crazy. Then Maria pushes Gabriela up until his cock falls out of her pussy. 

Then Maria sucks her husband's cock for a few seconds, then guides my wife's pussy back on her husband's cock. She then reaches up and grabs my neck and pulls me down and French kisses me. She's says now you have tasted her pussy and his cock. Go down there and lick the clit and cock and I will reward you with something you won't ever forget.

So down I go and I lick Gabriela's clit till she explodes with another orgasm. I keep licking and touch Rey's dick a few times with my tongue. Maria is behind me playing with my ass, balls and dick all at the same time. Then all the sudden Rey starts pumping her hard and starts to cum as I'm licking and all at once he pushes Gabriela off his cock and at the same time Maria pushes my head onto his cock and he continues to cum in my mouth and now my wife with Gabriela's help hold my head on his cock and I hear my wife suck the big mans cock and swallow his cum! Humiliated with a mouthful of cum, I finish the deal and swallow the biggest load I've ever seen. 

Maria pulls me up from her husbands cock and deep throats me with her sexy tongue. Now if you still like pussy you can fuck me. What do you say? She gets on her back on the bed and says; give me the best your little cock can give. I easily slide my dick in her wet and stretched pussy courtesy of Rey and we start to fuck and she fucks good and hard and cums quick. She says she wants on top and I move to my back and she climbs on and slides down my penis. She fucks like nothing I've ever experienced. Hips grinding so fast and hard that her hair is flying, tits flapping, screaming like whore and I just watch her bald pussy grinding my own hairless manhood. I cum so hard I almost pass out. Maria whispers in my ear that she wants more later.

We all take a shower and go to dinner. The rest of the night will be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed.



New Directions



Jimmy felt that his life was barreling into the toilet but he also felt powerless to stop it. In less than two years he had lost his wife and then his home in quick succession. Jimmy was no fool. He knew that he alone was responsible for putting his life in reverse. He couldn't blame his wife. She had stood by him as long as she could take it but eventually she had to get away from their marriage. Her husband had simply become too weird and his needs outstripped her ability to meet them.

Their sex life had slowly turned from the traditional to the bizarre. It had all started innocently enough. Jimmy had suggested that they "spice up" their sex lives and when she had agreed he introduced his wife to bondage. Mild, vanilla play with scarves and ties was soon replaced by more substantial leather cuffs, collars and gags. When Jimmy began to use nipple clamps and paddles, all of his wife's internal flashing red lights went off. In very short order their love life came to a screeching halt. While his wife began working on her exit strategy Jimmy, now totally addicted to his sexual control fetish turned to the internet, a seemingly endless source of beautiful women, and not so beautiful women as well. Tied and helpless all, these models- he knew that they weren't actually prisoners- distracted him enough that he felt he no longer needed his wife for release.

He was wrong. Before too long he realized that all of the internet images had one fatal flaw; they were two dimensional. The looks on their faces were forced at best. He needed a real woman to put under control. He was determined to make his wife see that it was her marital duty to please him. That afternoon he left work early to come home to make his case. As he entered his home he knew immediately that his wife had left him. Small, knick-knacky personal items, her favorites, were gone from the living room. When he went upstairs to the bedroom and opened her closet, her clothes, apparently still on their hangers, were gone. In their place were two or three cardboard boxes stuffed with costumes, outfits he had purchased on-line for her, well actually for her to wear and for him to enjoy, but that she had just left behind.

He lifted one of the boxes onto the bed and opened the note attached to it. He read his wife's handwriting. "Jimmy, I can't take it anymore. I have to leave to maintain my own sanity. Clearly, you have lost yours. Get some help. You'll be hearing from my lawyer." 

Short and to the point- her style, he thought to himself. Within six months the divorce papers had been signed, and their home was sold. He came out of the marriage with a little over three hundred thousand in assets and a few boxes of smutty outfits and bondage "toys." It was enough for a new start, but this time it would be on a very different path, a new direction. Jimmy stayed in his job at the building supply chain where, after a dozen years with the company, he had risen to an upper middle management position. The next week he began to search for a new place to stay. Normally he might have rented for a while before investing in a place of his own, but he had a plan he wanted to put into effect. He was moving in a new direction. 

Jimmy's new home was on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood in a quite suburb, the kind of place where husbands did home improvement projects on summer weekends. All over the neighborhood very Saturday began and ended with the sound of power tools, especially at Jimmy's. Over the course of the summer Jimmy's cellar underwent a transformation from a 1600 ft. bare bones and windowless concrete foundation complete with central lally columns into Jimmy's private man-cave. First the sound-proofing was installed, double strength all the way around the concrete. Then the interior framing was done. Three small rooms occupied the farthest section of the cellar, setting up against the wall. Fully half of the cellar was devoted to a single main space and a wall leaving a quarter of the space including the stairs to the main level finished in rough pine. On the other side near the stairs lay a well-equipped work space. Overhead, multiple exposed, solid carrying beams ran lengthwise down the cellar. Exterior walls and floors were finished in wood, very substantial. Lighting was elaborate, with movable spotlights and area lighting recessed into the soundproofing above. Utilities like electricity, water and sewage were buried out of sight.

Additional structures were mounted to the walls, in the interior rooms, x-crosses, bolts and rings of every kind mounted to the floor, walls, and the carrying beams. Ropes and chains, paddles and whips, shackles and handcuffs and spreader bars of various lengths were mounted neatly along the walls. The man-cave was complete. All it needed now was and occupant, or maybe two.

It was late November and the sun had gone down before five. When Anne-Marie left the bar to walk to her subway stop which was only down the street a couple of blocks it was as dark as midnight even though it was barely six-thirty. As she turned to place the cold icy wind which had the street deserted at her back, she drew her overcoat tight around her and started to walk into the darkness. Everyone was indoors, out of the freezing cold. A man, similarly hunched-up worked his way against the wind coming towards her from the front. As they passed in front of an alley the man whirled and put one arm around the unsuspecting woman's shoulders and covered her mouth with a handkerchief held tightly in his left hand while simultaneously driving a needle into the side of her neck. Startled, Anne-Marie's feet almost went out from underneath. She drew in a startled breath and her lungs filled with chloroform. In moments the combined assault of the chloroform and the injected sedative put her under. She slumped into the arms of her attacker who was already maneuvering her into the alley. In less than two minutes she was covered by a tarp in the back of a van which was driving down the alley to begin its thirty mile journey out of town.

The garage door slowly opened with the dim overheard light illuminating the interior space as the van backed in and rolled to a stop. Immediately the door descended and sealed tight. Jimmy turned off the engine and climbed over the console back into the cargo area. He wrestled the old tarp off the floor revealing his evening's haul. From what he could tell his "guest" was in her early to mid-thirties, attractive, professionally dressed, wearing a full length winter coat over a plain white linen blouse which was still neatly tucked at the waist inside a tight black skirt. She wore matching three inch black heels over black hose. She was tied at the ankles. Her wrists were also secured behind her back. There was a ball gag secured behind her auburn hair which was still tied up in a bun. These restraints, were insurance against any problems during transport. She was out cold, drugged. As Jimmy maneuvered to open the back door he noticed that her skirt had hiked up just far enough to reveal a black lace garter attached to the top of her stockings. He favored garter belts- very sexy.

Anne-Marie awoke slowly, groggily. She was temporarily blinded by bright light and squinted as she gathered her wits and "rejoined the living." Her hands were tied high over her head so that her slim legs hung straight down and her shoes barely touched the floor. Despite the glare, her eyes opened wider as she tilted her head to look up at her outstretched hands which were secured to a hook suspended from the ceiling. She shook her head violently and tugged on her restraints but was unable to cry out because her mouth was completely filled with a large ball gag. The best she could muster was a muted "Mmmmph." Her eyes were wide with surprise. Her breathing rate spiked as the stark reality of her predicament sunk into her consciousness.

Barely six feet away and fully concealed by the light Jimmy surveyed his prize. She was definitely a "looker," but he had known that when he had abducted her. Jimmy had been observing her from a distance for the better part of a month having first noticed her while nursing a beer at the bar. Jimmy had chosen this bar partly for its isolated location and partly for the clientele to which it catered. The women were mostly middle-aged professional people who came in in small groups, had a couple of drinks and then left, sometimes together and sometimes alone. Anne-Marie was one of the women who occasionally stayed a little later and more often than not left alone. Jimmy was interested in women like that. His ex-wife was in her mid-thirties, and she had left alone.

After a few minutes of thrashing Anne-Marie settled down as much from despair as from fatigue. Where was she? Why was she hung up like a side of beef? Who had done this to her and why? Would she be killed? Question after question, each one completely unanswerable raced through her mind. Finally an answer came in the form of a disembodied voice. "I'm afraid that struggling is a waste of time," said the voice. "I have gone to a great deal of trouble to bring you here and you won't be leaving anytime soon. I have plans for you. Here's how things are going to work. As of this instant you are mine to do with as I please. Your time is mine. Your body is mine. Your life is mine. I will do with you as I please. "Jimmy strode forward and revealed himself to the woman. Her eyes followed him as he circled her. "First we need to make a few modifications to your outfit."

Jimmy reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt which was already riding high, pulled to mid-thigh level by her outstretched arms. Slowly he lifted the skirt higher, first from the outside of her thighs and then he reached between her legs to lift the skirt even higher, calmly and deliberately massaging her inner thighs as he moved closer and closer to her most private of parts. She shook violently in protest but Jimmy simply withdrew his right hand and spanked her rear end hard. "Move again and I will give you ten more of the same." Anne-Marie, sobbing uncontrollably now, ceased bucking and stood on her toes. Jimmy returned to "adjusting her skirt. Slowly and with great deliberation Jimmy's fingers walked up the inside of her thighs until the tips of his index fingers felt the black lace of her panties. The thinnest of material separated his probing fingers from her vagina. Anne Marie trembled at his touch, shivering as he gently touched the outer folds of her vagina through the flimsy material. For his part, Jimmy reached around to determine whether or not her garment was actually a pair of panties and not a thong, not that he would have minded a thong. Cupping her behind with both hands he again reached up and with his fingers he pulled the sheer panties down to mid-thigh level and stopped.

He spoke to her calmly and said, "I'm about to take your panties off. If you resist in any way, if you buck, or try to kick me I will punish you, severely. Do you understand? Just nod your head." Anne-Marie nodded that she understood. Jimmy slipped the black lace panties down to the floor. Anne Marie stepped out of her undergarment. Jimmy lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, drawing in the woman's unique and intoxicating scent. He took another full breath before placing them on a nearby table. "You won't be needing these anymore," he said matter-of-factly. 

"I imagine that you might need to relieve yourself. It's been a while since you've had the opportunity. I have a commode chair here and I am prepared to allow you to use it but I'm afraid that privacy is an issue. Would you like me to get it for you? In her terror she had repressed her need to use the toilet but now that he mentioned it she realized that she really did need to use the toilet. She nodded "yes." Jimmy got the chair and lowered her arm restraints but did not remove them. She sat and relieved herself. To her horror, Jimmy reached down and wiped her. She hung her head, humiliated. Jimmy raised the restraints again, but not so high as before. Again, he spoke. "I have examined the contents of your purse and I know that your name is Anne-Marie. It's a pretty name, but from this moment your name is 'Slave' or anything else I choose to call you. I really do want you to be free to speak, respectfully, of course, so I am prepared to remove your gag, but before I do you need to know that this room is completely sound-proofed. If you scream or create any kind of fuss, no one will hear you and I will punish you. If you speak to me, you will address me as 'Master.' Do you understand, Slave?" Anne-Marie nodded and Jimmy removed the gag.

Immediately Anne-Marie began to speak. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? Let me go immediately!" Jimmy responded by raising her arms to their former position and then reaching for a medium sized polished wooden paddle from the display on the wall. Silently he walked back to Anne-Marie and raised her skirt again, this time high above her waist. Jimmy raised the paddle and smacked the young woman across her ass. Anne-Marie yelped in pain.

"You will address me as 'Master,' Slave. That's who I am. I am your master. I am doing this to you because I want to and because I can. As for letting you go, I have no intention of doing so, at least until I want to and right now, I don't want to, Slave." With that, Jimmy raised the paddle and struck the woman again. Anne-Marie cried out in pain. Jimmy put down the paddle and picked up a pair of leather leg cuffs. Anne-Marie protested as one after another her legs were extended and the cuffs were chained to floor. Jimmy then walked behind his victim and placed a two inch leather collar around the woman's neck. Attached to a ring in its front another piece of chain dangled down in front of her white linen blouse. He spoke again. So far I have shown restraint, Slave, but you must understand the utter hopelessness of your situation. In the event that you still believe that you have any options other than to obey me completely and address me with the respect I demand... well... I'm going to convince you that you couldn't be more wrong. Open your mouth, Slave, wide."

Anne-Marie shook her head and clamped her teeth together. Jimmy responded by selecting a whip from the collection, backing up to optimum distance, and snapping the whip across the already reddened area of her exposed ass. Jimmy repeated the strokes twice until the woman opened her mouth wide in compliance. In a minute Jimmy had installed a mouth spreader and her mouth was wide open. Jimmy stepped in front of the sobbing woman and said that she would not have the mouth spreader removed until he had finished with her and that she was to understand that when he did her first words were to be, "Thank you, Master." Then he reached up and began to undo her blouse button by button from the top down. Her black bra concealed an ample bosom, but not for long. He took out a knife from his pocket and sliced the straps and then the front of the black lace brassiere. He pulled the tattered remains away and her beautiful breasts spilled out, nipples erect. Immediately he noticed that she had a stud inserted in each nipple and a wry smile came to his lips. He had not expected this. Jimmy grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed each pink bump hard enough to make Anne-Marie shake and gurgle in protest. His smile broadened to a grin. 

Soon the chain attached to her neck collar was fastened to the floor and the hapless redhead was bent over at the waist, supported by a rod placed snug under her belly. She was immobile with her tits hanging down like udders and her ass high in the air. Jimmy stood behind her and admired his work. He took off his pants and underwear. He cock stood rock hard and he slowly stroked himself as he reached between her legs with his free hand and rubbed his finger around her pussy lips. She was wet, sopping wet, although he couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or her body's attempt to protect itself from the inevitable intrusion. He didn't care; she was ready and so was he. He raised himself up and rubbed the tip of his penis against the moist folds of her labia to coat himself with her juices. She shuddered but could not resist. Her body had been perfectly framed by the restraints to provide easy access to her mouth, her pussy and her ass. All Jimmy had to do was to choose which route he wished to take to her degradation.

Jimmy was in no hurry. After all, Anne Marie was his to do with as he pleased. That's why he had built the man cave. That's why he had stalked the half-naked beauty, and she was incredibly beautiful. That's why he had taken her off the street and brought her here, to do as he pleased. He was in control and he intended to take his time. He rubbed up and down her pussy, gliding through the moisture she was providing for the both of them. It felt fantastic. Jimmy shifted his weight and then entered his victim, plunging his cock as far inside as he could, quickly establishing a slow and deliberate rhythm of entry, withdrawal and re-entry. He was in ecstasy. It had been a long time since he had been inside a woman and he had never been inside a woman this attractive. He certainly had never had a woman trussed up, so completely at his mercy, not even his ex-wife. It was everything he had hoped it would be and he was just getting started. 

Under different circumstances, Anne-Marie might have enjoyed sex with her captor. He was about her age, in good physical shape with a kind of outdoorsy rugged good looks. Unbeknownst to her captor, Anne-Marie was no stranger to bondage and discipline. Over a year before she had committed to a submissive relationship with another man and already had a "Master." During the work week she lived in her own small apartment but every weekend she joined her master and served him until Sunday evening. That night when she had left the bar and been snatched off the street she was hurrying to her partner, looking forward to her submission. She had been anxious to please her Master. She had never had a chance to explain herself and with her mouth held wide open with the spreader she could neither protest nor explain. All she could do was stand there and get fucked. One thing she knew, she was at this man's mercy and so far mercy had not proven to be his strong suit. 

After taking his time fucking his captive, enjoying every thrust, feeling her gripping his penis, which was substantial, especially in girth, but not huge, and then feeling the grip slowly give way as he withdrew and then re-entered her time and time again, Jimmy removed his penis without getting off then walked around the auburn haired beauty and grabbed her hair which, though tousled a bit, was still mostly in a bun. He removed the hairpins and discarded them. Anne-Marie's long auburn tresses fell to either side of her head. Jimmy cupped her chin and raised her head to the point where it was level with his still hard cock. With his free hand he swept up a handful of her hair, twisted it to give himself better leverage and control, and moved his penis towards her open mouth. In it went all the way to the back of her throat. Out, in out in, Jimmy's cock resumed the same beat he had just abandoned when he had withdrawn from Anne-Marie's exquisite pussy. He was very close to climax and she could tell that he meant to cum deep in the back of her throat. Her deep brown eyes looked up at her tormenter. He expected to see eyes pleading for mercy, but to his astonishment he saw a calm look of acceptance.

Oh no, that would never do. He didn't want her to break so quickly. He desired her fear as much as her body. He withdrew his cock once again and quickly went to his "toy" bench and picked a pair of weighted nipple clamps. He needed to push her pain limit further before getting off besides, he had barely paid any attention at all to her tits which were damned near perfect, and they were pierced. Stooping in front of her with his face barely six inches from hers he reached out and grabbed her left nipple. Instantly it swelled and moments later the clamp was tightly attached. She winced in pain as the stiff pink rosebud was pinched between the two sides of the clamp. He let the weight go and it jerked her nipple downwards. She tried to cry out but the spreader prevented coherence. Jimmy quickly attached the clamp's twin to her right nipple with equally painful results. Gazing into her face her saw that her attitude had changed from quiet compliance to fear, exactly the result he had desired. He spoke. "Slave, I'd say I was sorry for causing you this pain, but I'm not. I intend you to cause you a good deal more before the night is over. He took the whip again and stepped back. She writhed and bucked as much as her restraints would allow. A broad smile of satisfaction covered Jimmy's face. He raised the whip and gave his captive another three vicious cracks. Her ass was on fire.




New Directions Ch. 01



I was raised believing in many myths; of course I wasn't told they were myths. A good education will pay off and hard work gets rewarded were two of them. Then there were all those myths about relationships. Marriage is forever and solves all those ugly problems you had when you were single including access to sex. Your spouse is your best friend. Happy couples don't argue. I shouldn't have to work at a good relationship. Marriage roles are static and unchanging. Oh, and a big one, we can always repair a broken relationship.

Well, I had a graduate degree in engineering that I wasn't using yet I was getting well paid for what I did, and what I did came easily to me, so easily that I often wondered why I'd spent so much time in university. Sometimes I thought the world would see through my guise and discover I was doing all this stuff, getting paid thousands a month to do it, and realize they could get it done for minimum wage. 

The other myth that proved wrong involved my marriage. I finally had to own up to the fact that my marriage sucked. There's a story about boiling frogs. Supposedly if you put a frog in boiling water, it'll jump out; but if you put the frog in cool water and turn up the heat you'll eventually end up with a boiled frog. The analogy fit my marriage. I'd started in cool and loving waters and the heat got turned up slowly and I was cooked.

I felt the emotional warmth leave my marriage as the years passed. It worried me and I have to admit I did little to rescue the situation, always figuring that tomorrow things would turn around. They didn't. We both took up different interests and then different friends and then we stopped talking about either with each other. We even stopped eating together except for a rare dinner out. I took refuge in business travel; Melissa in her work and our children. 

I evaluated one day and realized that what we had now was a big zero. Nil. Nada. Nothing. Whatever we had, once upon a time, was gone. I didn't like that conclusion so I planted myself in the 'denial' stage of where our relationship was. I did it so well I was able to hide from the facts and emotions for another five years.

My catharsis came on a weekend in California. We were living outside of Boston but I had to stay over a weekend to accommodate late Friday and early Monday morning meetings at the company of one of my key client's. Len Woodruff, the top exec at my client, talked me into joining him and his wife at a personal assessment seminar and workshop over the weekend -- Saturday and half of Sunday. I had nothing else to do so I agreed.

By Sunday evening my life was transformed forever. The workshop had me churn through my brain over and over again, eventually taking ownership for the terrible state of my marriage and for not doing much to fix it. I wanted to love someone and share my life with someone dear, yet it wasn't going to happen in my marriage. I accepted my role in things and, for the first time, seemed to see clearly that the best thing for Melissa and me was to end the marriage. 

Of course, I reached a number of other conclusions about my life. I was fifty pounds overweight and couldn't hide from that either. I drank too much. I smoked. I was addicted to several prescription drugs that seemed to help me sleep, particularly on red-eyes. I didn't have much in the way of relationships with my two kids -- now in their early-twenties. I was a workaholic and addicted to the 'kicks' from closing deals and making big things happen in the business world yet I really didn't like the company I worked for and how they treated people -- staff and clients.

I sat with Len and his wife Dot that Sunday night at their home in Malibu. They'd each had some realizations about their lives and were going to work on setting things straight for themselves. 

Their list of "ah-ha's" however paled compared to mine. They were intimidated by my list and the profound implications it had for changing one person's life -- me. We talked a long time about how my marriage, job, work habits, and health were boiling frogs. I resolved to start to turn things around. Len made me promise to show-up the next morning and finish his strategy project. I did.

I flew back to Boston on Wednesday. The six or so hours on the transcontinental flight gave me time to do some more assessments and create some plans for my 'new' life. 

I passed up the free cocktails on the flight honoring my pledge from Sunday to rid my dependence on alcohol and also lose some of the weight that it contributed to. I tossed my last cigarettes away at Len's house and had gone cold turkey. On the flight I could taste the nicotine but closed my eyes and told myself that a smoker was not the person I really wanted to be. 

I'd also tossed the last of my drugs down the hotel toilet. I'd started on the drugs to help me deal with jet lag; I resolved that another way to do that was not to encounter jet lag. Stick to your time zone, fella!

I added up my net worth and was pleased it had some significance to it. A divorce would pare it down in a major way, but I could still survive on a lot less in the workplace. I didn't know what I'd do about my high stress job, the pressure chamber of a company I worked for and clash of values I was feeling, but I knew over the next months I'd explore other options.

I called each of my kids from the plane 'just to say, hello.' Both were pleasantly surprised and were able to talk. I thought that at least those relationships might not be totally trashed by my errant behaviors. Julie worked in New York and Christy in Philadelphia.

When I landed in Boston I went home instead of putting in two or three hours at the office. The house was empty. I poured myself a large Diet Coke and sat on the back patio and thought about how to open the discussion with Melissa. Eventually, I fixed myself some dinner.

Melissa came home about eight o'clock. I was reading at the kitchen counter. We did our 'how was your day' and 'how was your flight' dance. In the awkward silence that followed I studied the woman that I used to love. I wondered where the love had gone.

"Melissa," I asked slowly -- my voice cutting through the silence between us, "do you love me?" We'd stopped saying those words to each other years earlier.

She looked at me with a thousand questions on her brow. She slowly responded. "Is it time?"

"Time?" I asked.

"Time to end it -- to end the marriage," she said.

"Yes, I think it is. I've had a good chance to think about it while I was away. I don't think we can save it. It died a long time ago really."

"We'll need lawyers and all that I suppose," she said resigned to our mutual conclusion. She poured herself a glass of red wine as she spoke and then drank it down in one long gulp. 

I said, "I can use the same firm we use at work. Part of their business handles divorces. I assume you'll use Bud Cole down the street?"

"Yes, probably. I'll talk to him. How will the rest of this play out?"

I thought for a moment, "I'd like to stay here tonight. I'll use the guest room and bath. I'll find a place over the weekend."

"We should tell the kids," Melissa commented as though we might call to inform them that we had a good rainstorm at the house.

We called the kids but initially we only reached Julie. We were on our cordless phones sitting across from each other as we shared the news of our break-up. Julie was only mildly shocked; I guess she'd watched a lot of the erosion take place before her eyes. Not that we ever fought or had knock down drag out battles; it was just a silent erosion of love because we'd done nothing to protect it, to bolster it, to reinforce it, to make it grow and prosper. Eventually we reached Christy; she was a more broken-up over our break-up than we were.

I devoted the rest of the week to ending the relationship despite having a huge workload. I also started living in a local motel until I could find a more permanent place. Friday, I spent a few hours with Brad Sutton, the lawyer I was eventually routed to that would handle my end of things. We worked up a page of 'principles' that would govern how I thought the assets should be divided. 

I drove out to the house after an early dinner and talked to Melissa; she agreed to most of the property division principles. We made a few minor changes that we could both agree to. After we'd finished the paperwork Melissa gave me one of her 'come hither' looks. I raised my eyebrows.

She said, "You know we were always good in the sack together. Shall we end this on a high note ... upstairs?"

I slowly nodded my assent and she took my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom that had only just ceased to be familiar.

We stood opposite each other taking turns in undoing the clothing that we had on. As I bared Melissa's generous but now sagging bosoms we paused for a few minutes while I paid a lot of attention to them. Melissa had her head back just enjoying the sensations I was telegraphing to her body from sucking and fondling her tits.

After a few moments of this we continued until we were both nude. Melissa steered me backwards to the bed where I collapsed to a prone position. She knelt between my legs and inhaled my half inflated cock. 

Melissa had always been good at blowjobs when she was in the mood. Tonight she was in the mood and it was one of her best or even her best. Perhaps she wanted me to miss her after we'd split. This would do it.

She ran her tongue up one side and down the other then sank her head and throat down on my rod until her nose just grazed my pubes. She'd come all the way off me, often with a long strand or two of juice continuing to bridge between her mouth and my rod. 

The whole effort was efficient and effective. I was hard and highly stimulated in only a few minutes. I warned her.

She said, "If you're up for it we can probably get a double in. I mean the kids aren't around and we both have all night."

I was up for it.

Melissa finally knee-walked up my body until her moist cunt was centered over my now hyper-extended shank. She reached down and positioned me at the entrance to her vagina and then ever so slowly sank down until our groins were tight against each other. She surprised me by leaning and kissing me open mouth with lots of tongue and passion.

Then our wild oscillations into each other's bodies started. She was rising and dropping rapidly onto my cock, our bodies slapping together at increasing speed.

Without warning, she suddenly shouted, "Oh shit, I'm cuming. I'M CUMING BIG TIME! FUCK MEeeeeeee."

My body had gotten itself right up to the brink and I'd just started to think about ways to hold off until she came. So instead I gave into the urge to ejaculate into her. I allowed that wonderful sensation of orgasm to sweep over me and I sent about ten jets of my jism into Melissa's body.

In the meantime she was arched over me in a most provocative and sensual pose, temporarily frozen in time as her climax claimed her body, mind and spirit.

She fell into my arms and we smoothed and stroked one another. Her legs started to cramp up and so she carefully spread herself out lengthwise over my body so that we also stayed connected. We kissed some more.

As I finally slid from her body with some of our combined fluids I slithered down the bed and pulled Melissa's legs over my shoulders. I was staring at a lovely pussy. After studying the landscape I feasted on the entire area, allowing my tongue to fuck the open vagina and enjoy the tasty fluids that we'd put there and capturing and sucking on the clitoris and the surrounding and protective flaps of skin.

Melissa went into some state of ecstasy as she ran her fingers lazily through my hair as I continued my banquet. As I got things reasonably cleaned up orally I added my fingers, entering her delicious pussy and finding the familiar area I knew would excite her to another orgasm.

I was right, for in a minute Melissa's hand slapped the bed beside her as she crested into another climax ... and then amazingly another minute later into another. She was talking to me as she went through her writhing and gyrations of pleasure; "Oh, fuck me with that tongue. On shit, you're going to bring me off. Keep those fingers in there. Put your whole hand in there. That's my spot ... right THERE! Oh, fuck, FUCK! Fuck me. Bring me off. I want you to come back in there tonight. I want more of your cum in there. I want to suck you some more. I want you to come over me and pound into me. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Right there." She went on and on; she was unusually vocal tonight.

Finally, she pushed me away. "If you do that anymore I'd melt away for the rest of the night. I want us to do 'it' one more time." She shifted around on the bed and pushed me onto my back again.

She inhaled my prick, this time sucking the last of our combined juices from the drooping shaft. She was expert again and restored me to full readiness in a few minutes. Melissa continued to add some erotic fuck-talk to her ministrations often as she worked on me. Both were effective.

When I felt ready I pushed her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. I put my rod about an inch in and then withdrew. I could tell this frustrated her. She was ready for a rough fuck and deep penetration.

I reinserted myself, this time allowing a fraction of an inch more than the prior time before I withdrew.

She looked up at me, smiled but said, "Bastard. Just fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I smiled and penetrated her again, sinking in perhaps an inch and a half and then withdrawing again. Then I allowed almost two inches to fill her then two and quarter then two and a half. I kept it up, sometimes slowly withdrawing and sometimes yanking myself out with all the speed I could muster.

Melissa came again at the three-inch mark where I did a rapid withdrawal. Of course, I'd added my thumb to the area to stroke her clit. I paused and let her enjoy the partial fullness and her climax.

As she regained some semblance of cogency I withdrew and continued my slow penetration game: three and a quarter, withdraw slowly, pause, three and a half, withdraw slowly, pause, three and three-quarter, jerk my rod from her body, pause, and so forth. We were both enjoying the game. 

I teased until I was entirely buried to the hilt in her pussy. When I paused there, deep inside her, I could feel her cuntal muscles rippling up and down my sensitive cock. I'd made myself sensitive to any stimulation by the game. 

Melissa looked up and me and said, "Now, will you fuck me."

I said, "Perhaps." I yanked my entire rod from her body in a rapid movement. Melissa came again.

"Oh shit," she said. "Every time you do that I cum -- sometimes big, sometimes small. That was a big one." She looked down between us as I lined up to penetrate her and added, "Perhaps that's because you are the biggest I think I've ever seen you. Fuck me sailor!"

This time I started to pump into her with the serious intent of bringing us both to orgasms and filling her pussy with whatever cum I had left after my first sojourn in her pussy. She locked her legs behind my back and helped me sustain my gyrations into her body.

Not too long after I could feel my interior plumbing start to switch over to ejaculation mode. I'd once imagined little train engineers inside me throwing switches that diverted my plumbing systems and turned on green lights along the track from my balls to Melissa's cunt.

"I'm near," I whispered to Melissa.

"Me too," she panted.

I felt my pumper start its machinations, pulling the creamy mix from my scrotum into the canals and routing it forward. Each surge of my pumper brought me increased pleasure; it also signaled me to pound all that much harder into Melissa to ensure that I delivered fast and deep in her vagina.

The fluids jetted from my body into hers as my body arched above her and my breathing stopped as the wave of pleasure hit me. I froze in place.

Melissa was arched into me yet I could feel her interior muscles rippling along my cock, pulling me deeper into her and ensuring that my seed went effectively deep. Our bodies had no way of knowing that Melissa had had her tubes tied years before.

I collapsed into Melissa's welcome arms and we rolled to our side, stroking our sweating bodies one last time. 

A few minutes later we showered together and I redressed. Melissa just slipped on a robe but left the front untied and seductively appealing. She saw me to the front door and we kissed goodbye. We both knew we'd never repeat what had happened that night. It was the end of a marriage. 

*****

I lined up a few apartments to look at Saturday morning and by noon had made a selection of furnished place 'Back Bay' not too far from where I worked in Boston. One of the decision points became the full gym (complete with trainer that came in three evenings a week). Saturday afternoon while Melissa was apparently out running errands I packed up the car with most of my clothing, a couple of cartons of books, and another of personal keepsakes. By dinnertime I was moved in and feeling better about life. At least I'd taken some remedial steps.

I walked the City Saturday night, stopping by the office to clean out the accumulated mail. I felt relaxed about the way things were going. I was committed to keeping the stress out of my life.

Sunday, I started the day with a long workout in the gym. What made it long was that I took my time, seeking to avoid stress injuries to unworthy muscles. When I was through I took a brisk five-mile walk around a loop along the Charles River. I was sure I'd lost ten pounds. I'd gained two; now I was fifty-two pounds overweight.

As the business week progressed so did my morning workouts. Basically I'd traded my commute time for gym time in the morning and again at the end of the day. I was walking the mile or so to work as well.

I also changed my diet. I started heading for salads and fruits rather than pizza and pasta. I stuck to my resolution to avoid alcoholic drinks and not smoke. My body wondered what was happening and often complained, but I just overrode those concerns. 

The divorce settlement actually went smoothly, most likely because both Melissa and I had good, well-paying jobs. We split the assets and there'd be no alimony. We agreed to jointly own and time-share a vacation home we had in Maine, promising each other we'd be quite flexible about sharing the lovely place. We maintained some estate planning insurance and things that we'd set up to be sure the kids were taken care of if anything untoward happened to either or both of us. That about summed things up.

I had started a new life.

*****

Six Months Later

Some life changes are catastrophic and others happen more slowly. It took six months for the divorce to be finalized. During that time I lost forty-five pounds and significantly toned up. I was now jogging five to seven miles daily -- not bad for a fifty-year old guy. Further, I'd stuck to the elimination of my bad habits. I felt the best I had in years.

At work, I'd put an emphasis on staying on the east coast within a three-hour non-stop flight as I did the marketing and sales part of my job. I did make one trip out to LA to finish up some additional work for Len's company. He told me he was sorry to see me finish but realized I was in a life transition. He wished me well and assured me we'd stay in touch. We joked a long time about mid-life crises; I assured him I'd come out whole.

Even though some of my colleagues kidded me about getting lots of pussy now that I was single, I was not dating. Although tempted and even coming close a couple of times, I had never actually cheated on Melissa. 

Now, I couldn't imagine hitting the bar scene -- 'meat lockers' my younger colleagues called them. I also wasn't going to any church; I didn't belong to any co-ed clubs; and I wasn't taking any courses with pretty co-eds around. There was nowhere in my life where I'd meet single women except possibly at work and I had a personal rule about that I wasn't ready to give up yet.




New Directions Ch. 01



As mentioned in the preamble to my previous story (Innocent Thai Abroad 02) I confessed to my wife, Tip, that I had secretly filmed her intimate exploits with her friends while on a religious retreat. Her initial feelings were shock, annoyance and, in particular, embarrassment at having her activities discovered. I confessed to her that while I was shocked I was also turned on, particularly seeing the pleasure she and her friends expressed during their activities. She did not want to discuss the subject and I really feared that I had driven a wedge between us and that maybe she felt that she had to choose one path or the other so seeing the subject was taboo, I wrote her a note stating that despite all, my love for her was as strong as ever. I added that perhaps we were both in a difficult position but that from my perspective, the overriding reality was I loved her very dearly and if necessary, I was happy to share her with her friends if that meant we could get our lives back to normal and that I would undertake not to spy on her again if we could get our own relationship back on track. This seemed to work as we did get back to near normality although she was a little withdrawn at times. 

A couple of months passed and there was no further mention of the subject though I had the feeling that the subject was far from forgotten so I was intrigued when she announced to me that her friend Malee, was going to be coming to stay with us for a few days. Malee is a beautiful young Thai girl in UK on a working holiday and she had become involved with my wife as one of the devout followers at the local temple and was the central character in the previous chapters I have reported on.

Malee arrived in the early evening and my wife showed her to the guest room to unpack. I suppose was not surprised that this took about 20 minutes but I also detected some murmured conversation which only deepened my intrigue. When the ladies returned they immediately retired to the kitchen to prepare dinner while my wife suggested that I get everyone a drink. Malee was a bit unusual for a Thai lady and enjoyed a few glasses of wine which she was able to take without too much effect. Tip on the other hand would usually limit herself to one glass except for special occasions so I was a little surprised when they both came into the living area and Tip suggested that I refill the drinks and that she would have a second -- for Dutch courage so she said, which definitely fascinated me. What's more she was actively encouraging me to have a second then third drink which was also unusual.

We proceeded to the dinner table where the wine continued to flow and everyone was becoming very relaxed and the conversation started to get a bit loose also. 

As we arose from the table my wife announced that after we had cleaned up the girls had a special treat for me but that I would only get it if I was on my best behaviour and they would be taking measures to ensure that I did behave! I started to worry a little at this stage.

In fact, Malee disappeared to her bedroom, so I was very unsure whether she had gone off to sleep but then Tip announced that as part of the special measures that they promised I was to go to our bedroom and strip naked and lie back on our bed with arms and legs outstretched. Now this was getting interesting although it was with some trepidation that I obeyed and was further surprised when she reached produced a bag from her closet and extracted from it some soft hand cuffs and ropes. She asked if I was willing to be restrained as insurance that I would behave during the events that would evolve during the evening. By this stage I was ready for anything so willingly agreed and lay back as the handcuffs were attached to my wrists and then to the rails of the bed and my legs were secured around the ankles by the soft ropes and then stretched firmly to the other end of the bed. I had some movement but it was fairly limited. She then announced everything was ready and I was now to wait.

Wait I did with wild thoughts running through my head, most prominent was that they had just abandoned me and retired to Malees's bedroom for a bit of private fun but these thoughts were dismissed when I saw the door opening and the two beautiful ladies entered dressed in matching negligees of red and black with a bodice under their breasts which promoted their slightly modest but very beautiful breasts. Literally outstanding were two sets of nipples standing out prominently, straining against the very thin material. The negligees flared out from below those beautiful breasts and went down to just cover the skimpy thong matching panties which showed clearly through the transparent material of the negligees. 

I am sure that I reacted on cue when my own excitement started to become obvious, lying on the bed in my exposed position with my erection developing very generously.

This excitement began to develop even further when my wife turned to Malee and drew her into her arms. As the tips of their nipples touched through their negligees and Tip teased her nipples across Malee's it was almost as though a bolt of electricity shot through Malee as she shuddered visibly and her knees started to buckle, saved only by the fact that my wife quickly wrapped her arms around her back and drew her into a passionate embrace. 

As if to give Malee resuscitation my wife quickly placed her lips upon Malee's and they kissed passionately. Again Malee looked like she was swooning but this time Tip laid her gently back onto the bed beside me. Malee looked gorgeous and I strained against my handcuffs as I tried to follow my instincts to roll over and start to apply my own resuscitation. 

It was not necessary as Tip was on the job. Firstly she looked at me and gave me a very sexy wink which gave me my turn for a jolt and my cock twitched and became completely hard and at full attention. Looking me straight in the eye she then seductively raised her negligee above her head and flipped it over her shoulder before hooking her fingers into her panties and drawing them down her beautiful, smooth, brown legs. She then paused briefly to give my twitching cock a quick kiss before returning her attention to the prone figure of Malee lying on the bed beside me.

Tip gently fluttered her hands up Malee's body starting from her panties, up across her breasts, flicking at the erect nipples as she progressed upward and then lovingly caressing her neck before closing nearer and just brushing her lips across Malee's. I felt the whole bed shudder as Malee's body trembled and she let out a deep moan and twisted her body towards Tip's tantalising fingers.

Tip soothed her back down by sweeping her hand back down her body then brushing her lips against Malee's yet again before pressing down a little more firmly and gently probing out with her tongue. Malee eagerly opened her lips and Tip's tongue quickly disappeared as the gentle teasing turned into a passionate kiss with tongues darting back and forth as though they were fencing and both women were now quietly murmuring in their fervoured passion.

I could hardly believe my luck as I lay 30cms away from these two gorgeous women as they started to enact one of my greatest fantasies. While continuing the tongue wrestle I noticed that Tip's hand was again busy as she moved teasingly back down Malee's body and grasped the bottom of the negligee and, raising Malee off the bed, she seductively drew it up over the perfectly formed breasts pausing only briefly to break their kiss as she pulled the negligee over her head and tossed it in the direction of her own garment discarded 5 minutes earlier.

Tip now joined us on the bed nudging Malee over a little so that Malee's soft skin was now resting up against me. Tip then raised herself on her knees over Malee with her breasts just grazing gently against Malee's beautiful globes. Barely touching her, she then grazed her razor sharp nipples around and across Malee's own nipples which seemed to grow even more as they strained for more direct contact. She then moved up the bed further and offered her nipples into Malee's waiting lips, again teasing as they circled around her lips and nose before trailing back down her body again, circling the breasts, then teasing on down her stomach all the time just barely touching Malee's body with her erect nipples. As she got lower, she quickly slipped Malee's thong off and tossed it into the pile behind her and Malee then reacted by spreading her legs wide and giving Tip's nipples open access to her pussy. As contact was made Malee let out a long moan of pleasure and thrust her hips upward to increase the contact. Tip immediately responded by pressing down and grinding her right breast into Malee's pussy, presumably making contact with her clit as Malee gasped with pleasure and instantly her body exploded into a shuddering climax with a whimper of pleasure emitting from her sweet lips . 

As Malee settled again, Tip again moved up Malee's body and as she did I noticed that the breast was glistening in Malee's juices from her climax and Tip moved right up to Malee's body and offered her breast to Malee for cleaning, an offer which was eagerly accepted as Malee's tongue licked and slurped her own juices from the luscious breast then for good measure she pulled Tip downward and attacked her other breast with her tongue, swirling around the base, teasing across the erect nipple before sucking it gently into her mouth. This continued for some time and Tip was starting to show her own excitement until she pulled back and repositioned herself.

I thought this may be time for a bit of a break but Tip immediately manoeuvred her body around and attacked Malee's' pussy with her tongue and as she turned her body further I was pushed away from Malee by my wife's knee squeezing between us but I was compensated by being treated to the beautiful sight of my wife's pussy gradually lowering down onto Malee's mouth and the even more exciting sight of Malee proceeding to attack her target with great enthusiasm and passion.

I tried hard to pull myself up so that I could see what was going on at the other end of the bed but my restraints were very firm and I had to be satisfied with the sounds of action -- furious licking by Malee of my wife's pussy 30 cms from my eyes and excited sighs and groans from both ends of the bed.

As I watched Malee continuing to ravish my wife's pussy, Tip's hips started gyrating but Malee hung in there with determination to return the pleasure she had already received and as she zeroed in on her target I could hear Tip's breath becoming shorter and faster. Malee then surprised me by drawing back and blowing across Tip's clit then went straight back in and wrapped her lips around it setting off a spectacular reaction as my wife's hips pulled up and then pressed back down hard onto Malee's mouth letting loose an explosion of juices which flooded all over Malee's face and immediately, her mission accomplished, Malee let herself go and let out a soft cry as she herself started to shake with pure pleasure from the treatment her own body had been receiving. As Tip rolled off Malee's prone body there was silence except for the sounds of two beautiful ladies gasping for breath.

While I had been so engrossed in the action in front of my eyes I was also aware of my own reaction my cock was at full attention, straining upward but with my arms and legs bound, I could do nothing to ease the pressure.

Unfortunately for me, any hope I had for some help from the two ladies was disappearing fast as I watched Tip turn around and both ladies snuggled up together, breast to breast and drifted off to a peaceful, exhausted sleep. I had no choice but to also try and relax myself and seek some rest.

I dosed fitfully for an hour or so although I was becoming a little stiff in my other limbs from being stretched in my bonds however I was disturbed in my rest when I heard the two women talking quietly among themselves -- they were hatching something up and the way they were looking at me I figured that I was to play a part in the next scene.

This was confirmed very quickly as Tip moved over to me and started nuzzling my neck with soft kisses and then planted her lips on mine and plunged her sweet tongue into my mouth. Wow, I was instantly awake again and as she ended the kiss and started to trail down my body with sweet kisses and soft hands, I became instantly hard again

As she worked down my body Tip again presented her pussy to Malee's tender lips and I watched as Malee's long tongue swept up and down my wife's slit immediately and I could see moisture glistening around her pussy which was far more than just Malee's tongue.

However this view was very short-lived as Tip moved around again and I was very happy to see her positioning herself above my throbbing cock. She lowered herself ever so gently towards me as I held my breath in anticipation. She was in no hurry as she brushed her pussy up and down against my cock and I felt the wonderful soft moist texture as I strained upward for a more permanent home. My wishes were granted as she slowly lowered herself down onto me, totally impaling her on me and pushing down hard to ensure that she had me fully buried within her warm moist pussy. I was in heaven as I pushed strongly back against her thrusts and we started to establish a steady rhythm.

However I was immediately distracted again as Malee rolled over towards me and she too rose above me with her glistening pussy. Her target was a bit higher and she moved up to my head and positioned herself above me and slowly lowered her pussy down onto my waiting lips, gently at first, offering me the chance to lick her pussy from bottom and up to her clit and back again. She was actually making it easy for me by moving back and forth to ensure that I did not miss anything and that I gave adequate attention to her obviously very sensitive clit. 

However, as my tongue strained upward and into her pussy, she suddenly thrust downward on my face and abruptly her actions turned from gentle caressing to heavy thrusting -- she was literally fucking my face and while I was struggling for air. Despite the shortage of air I was in seventh heaven with her sweet aroma inundating my nostrils and her syrupy juices flooding my mouth. She pulled back again and resumed running her pussy up and down my face. Her Sweeps across my tongue were becoming more intense and as I looked up I could see the reason for her increased excitement as I could see my beautiful wife's hands had reached out and started to massage Malee's perfect breasts from behind, pulling, rolling and tweaking the nipples as Malee moaned in ecstasy and leaned back onto Tip's chest, easing the pressure on my breathing but opening up her pussy so I could thrust my tongue deeply inside her.

I'd like to say that we had the perfect ending with all three of us exploding at the same time but I was the first to break as the activity in front of my eyes combined with the constant motion of Tip grinding herself down on me just became too much and I felt my cum building up until it burst out into my wife -- a massive explosion from my perspective and matched with an upward plunge to ensure I was deeply embedded in my target as I spewed my own juices into her thrusting pussy..

This last push must have been just enough for Tip as she matched my upward thrust by a reverse action and bore down on me with a loud groan as I felt her juices joining my sperm to flow down onto my torso.

Malee was not finished however and noticing this Tip increased her intensive attack on her breasts and twisted her face around to plant an impassioned kiss on her lips. At the same time I raised my head and renewed my fierce attack on her pussy before lapping at her clit then enveloping it with my lips sucking and licking all at the same time. This had the desired effect as I suddenly felt her body stiffen, rise up and then thrust down on me as she shuddered her way to a massive explosion, shrieking out as she did and flooding my mouth with so much of her sweet nectar that I thought I would drown in the volume.

There was a brief silence before I felt both ladies roll off me and I was gratified to feel soft hands undoing my restraints. Then my bliss continued as a warm body snuggled up to me from either side and we all slipped into a peaceful and well deserved slumber.



New Directions Ch. 01



I'd decided that I didn't want to tempt anything on the 'rebound' anyway, not that I felt I was rebounding. I just wanted to be really 'over' my defunct marriage. It was funny, I didn't feel bitter or any remorse; just a sense of relief I could get onto a new track.

One weekend I went down to New York and spent a Saturday with Julie. She jogged through Central Park with me and I was pleased that I could wear out a twenty-three year old. We had a sidewalk lunch then went to the Guggenheim and MoMA. We had a wonderful dinner at the Top of the Sixes (the restaurant closed about a year later). I slept on Julie's couch, took another run through Central Park in the morning and caught the noon shuttle back to Boston.

I repeated the process a week later only this time Christy took the train from Philly down to Washington, DC. We took a mini-suite at the Marriott so we each had a room and played tourist for the weekend.

The two or us had a moment to always remember just after dawn on Sunday morning when we were out jogging. We'd run from the hotel past the Washington Monument then to the Jefferson Monument and then to the Lincoln Memorial. We stood in front of Lincoln in all his white majestic appearance, panting from our exertions as we read the various quotes from him on the walls. There was no one else around; it was eerie but so inspiring and tearfully memorable and patriotic.

I had great conversations with both girls. I was open to their advice about dating, single-hood, and all. They'd always been closer to Melissa thus I was pleased that they opened up for me. I think they knew I was reaching out to them on many levels.

Then I met someone.

Robyn was thirty-two and looked about twenty-five or even younger. I didn't know that when I met her in the gym in my building. The first time I saw her I'd just finished my morning workout and was leaving the gym as she was coming in. I nodded and held the door for her; she gave me a lovely smile and said "Thank you."

As I walked towards the elevators I reflected on the shapely brunette that seemed to have a spring in her step. I had one of my thirty-second fantasies and then totally forgot about her.

The next day the same pretty girl came into the gym a little earlier. I was doing my last reps on the Nautilus and was using minimal weights. I smiled at her and eked out a "Hi" to her "Hello." She stretched a little then started on the Stairmaster, a torture machine devised by a sadist. As I slowly completed the reps I could look into the mirrors and watch her shapely ass oscillating with her exertions. It was hard to tell what was really happening under her loose top, but I noted that it was probably interesting.

I sighed, finished and picked up my towel. Today was to be one of those days that I did seven miles along the Charles River. I stashed my towel under the stairwell and headed out for my run. I knocked off the miles at less than eight minutes a mile, using the last half-mile to slow and allow my body to return to some stage of equilibrium.

I retrieved my towel and went to the bank of elevators. As I got there the door opened and Robyn stepped out nicely dressed in what passes for upscale business casual around Boston.

She looked at me and said, "Oh, good grief. You've been out exercising all this time? Running?"

I was still panting and so I nodded and said between pants, "Yes, seven today. If you ever want to come along just let me know. I warm up in the gym first. We've seen each other there."

"Oh, I know," she said. "When you left this morning I thought you were done. You put me to shame."

I put out my hand; "I'm Tom Devine. I'm in 412." I pointed in an upward direction with my other hand.

"Oh," she said reaching out and shaking my hand, "I'm Robyn Elwell. 515."

The elevator door started to close and I jumped in. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." She was laughing as the doors shut and the elevator started upwards. 

Robyn came to the gym a little earlier the next day. I had my maximum weights on each exercise I was doing so I was really straining. She watched me and tried one of the stations after I'd vacated to move to another machine.

"I can't even budge this thing and yet I just watched you do fifteen reps on this," she told me with a sense of awe in her voice.

"These are the maximum weights I can do," I told her. "I'm trying to break down muscle fiber -- tear it slightly -- so it rebuilds and is even stronger; no pain, no gain and all that."

I watched her tinker with some of the weights, do some Nautilus work, and then opt for the Stairmaster again. I admired her shapely body as she started to climb to nowhere. I finished the last of my heavy sets and then reduced the weights and made my light pass through the exercise stations. She watched me in the mirrors occasionally giving me a smile when our eyes met.

As I finished I said to her, "If you want to run, I'm about to do a slow jog along the Charles. Do you want to come along?"

She stopped Stairmastering and looked at me; "Yes," she told me. "Will I be warm enough?"

The temperatures in the late autumn mornings were pretty chilly for Boston. I'd taken to wearing a light windbreaker. 

"Here," I said. "Take my windbreaker. I can live without it for a day. Come on; let's go," I grinned at her.

She pulled on the windbreaker over her loose t-shirt and sports bra thanking me for the courtesy. I had enough heat from my workout so that I could coast through the run, plus I thought the windbreaker had never looked better.

"How far are we going?" she asked as we cut across Clarendon Street on the way to the miles of park that borders the river. 

"There are a bunch of different circuits you can do. I was thinking of five miles at about this pace. Can you do that?"

"Yes," she answered, "but don't go any faster. I'm not in the same shape you are."

I explained that three months earlier I had forty-five pounds extra and lots of bad habits and that I'd decided I didn't want to live that way. I told her about the seminar. Somewhere in my explanation I tossed in a neutral remark about ending a loveless marriage too. I told her I'd lived north of the City about thirty miles for many years."

Robyn was panting but managed to say a few things about her background. She'd come to Boston from Syracuse. She'd graduated from school there and then gone to work for the University in their admissions office. Now she was working for Harvard in their admissions office. She explained that this was one of the more relaxed times of year since application reviews for early admissions and then the regular March notifications hadn't started yet.

We trudged along as the sun rose higher in the sky. I noted that while the sun was up it was doing little to warm the atmosphere. What did warm my heart was the view when I occasionally ran a little behind Robyn. Did I mention that she had one of the nicest butts in the whole world?

We finished back at our apartment complex, went in and caught the next elevator heading up. As we slowly rose I asked, "Tomorrow? More or less the same routine?"

Robyn gave me a wide smile and said, "Most definitely. I feel so alive after the run. Thank you for getting me out."

I hopped off the elevator on my floor with a cheery, "See ya!" I felt warm inside from the presence of a lovely and talented female in my life.

After I'd showered and dressed for work, I started to head out the door. Hanging on my doorknob was my windbreaker with a note tucked into it. The note just said one word - "Thanks," and there was the lipstick impression of a kiss. My heart did one little flip-flop. I tucked the note in my pocket and tossed the garment into my flat.

Several times during the day I took Robyn's note from my pocket and looked at it. By the end of the day it was getting a little worn. 

Robyn had just started her workout in the gym when I got there the next morning. She gave me a very cheery 'good morning' and through our exertions talked about how virtuous we were, particularly at this early hour. We recounted all the benefits we were deriving from this. After thirty minutes I announced I was ready for my run. We both had windbreakers this time as we headed for the Charles River.

As we jogged we shared a few more elements of our life story and our jobs. I shared more of my self-discoveries at the California seminar, in particular talking about my job and then mentioning that I wanted a more peaceful, loving and spiritual life. She said she understood.

As we went Robyn told me about her upbringing in upper-New York State. She mentioned that she had a sister three years younger and had been in and out of a couple of serious relationships. She emphasized that she wasn't dating anyone at the time.

Robyn was impressed that I was a pilot and had my own plane at one of the airports surrounding Boston. She really wanted to fly someplace she told me. 

Towards the end of our run I confessed that the little note she'd left me the day before had warmed my life for the entire day, what with the 'kiss' and all. Robyn laughed yet as we waited for the elevator she came around in front of me, gently took my face in her hands and gave me one warm, mind-bending, soul-searing kiss.

When she was through she said, "There. Now isn't that better than one on paper?"

I was dumbstruck and just stood there with all my bells ringing. I just nodded numbly and finally whispered, "Yea ... most definitely." The elevator came and seconds later we parted as we had the day before agreeing to see each other the following morning. Since it was going to be Saturday I suggested we meet an hour later. She agreed.

Saturday morning I found Robyn in the gym at seven o'clock rather than our usual six a.m. She was well into her workout. I joined her and soon we were both heated and gasping our way through our workout stations in the large room. I noted that she was pushing herself harder than when I'd first seen her.

I suggested a longer run than usual to Robyn baiting her with a stop for a cup of coffee in the middle of the run. She agreed and so we jogged five miles at a slow pace up river to Harvard Square where we got cups of coffee at Starbucks and sat on a bench, watched the morning traffic start to build, and enjoyed the brisk morning and just being together.

Robyn sat close to me so that we were more together on the bench than apart. There was a lot of extra room on the bench. I was pleased she felt comfortable with me and our physical contact.

When our coffees were gone we jogged the five or so miles back to the apartment complex. As we walked the last couple of hundred yard to cool down I turned to her and asked, "Robyn, I don't know what your plans are but I'd be delighted if you'd join me for dinner tonight -- or one of these evenings."

She reached out and touched my arm and said, "I can't think of a nicer way to spend a Saturday night. What time? Do you want to come up to my place for a glass of wine before we go?"

"How about seven and yes," I replied. We walked into the building and parted with a little squeeze of each other's hands as I left the elevator. Now my heart did several major flip-flops. I thought, 'My God, I've met a woman.'

Hours later I knocked on Robyn's door. She opened it and I was stunned by how nice she looked. She was dolled up to the nines. Her frosty brunette hair was done up in a twist with little curly strands hanging down beside her lovely face. Had it been frosty before?

She had on a muted flowered top with a long strand of pearls that disappeared into her cleavage at that instant. This was the first time I was aware that she had lovely breasts -- taut and round in all the right places. Robyn's black slacks amplified the fact that she had a flat tummy and shapely legs. Lastly, she had a pair of three-inch heels that looked sexy as all hell.

I presented her with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. Leaving both in my hands she came into my arms and planted another of those earth-shaking kisses on me. 

"I rather liked kissing you yesterday," she told me as she pulled away and took the wine and flowers from my outstretched hands. "I think we should do more of that."

I nodded agreement and followed her towards her kitchen. The pants also showed off Robyn's nice butt. Oh, happy day! My heart was doing flip-flops at random due to both the kiss and the tight slacks.

She opened the wine and poured us two glasses. I confessed this was the first wine I'd had in months and so this really was a special occasion. I toasted her and our growing friendship. She laughed, sipped to the toast then came and kissed me again. What a nice arrangement.

Conversation came easily as she found a vase for the flowers and I commented on the differences between our apartments. Robyn, it turned out, had a two-bedroom unit that she'd bought as a condo. Mine was a one-bedroom condo unit that I was renting from the owner.

We stood by one of her large windows and watched the traffic below along Newbury Street and a small segment of Boyston Street. After we'd emptied our wine glasses Robyn suggested we go. I made a couple of phone calls and we put our jackets on and went down to street level.

I'd captured a rare dinner reservation at Radius, on High Street in Boston. It's one of the nicer restaurants in the City where I've met the chef several times. The place was superb. 

As Robyn and I ate I basked in how easily our conversation came and how open I felt with this young woman. Further, she was intelligent and had a keen intellect that was interested in everything. 

We had a long discussion about my failed marriage and my lessons learned. She offered points she'd learned from a couple of abortive relationships she'd had over the years, the most recent ending a year earlier. She had profound insights into life I'd failed to learn despite being over twelve years older.

We carefully avoided talking as though there was a "we" at the table. Each of us picked our words carefully in the sensitive parts of our conversation. The conversation went, "I learned this ..." or "I should have done ..." I noticed we both shouldered more than our share of the blame for past relationship failures.

After dinner we decided to walk back to our apartments. Robyn hugged my arm to her body and walked along holding onto me in a very friendly gesture. She often put her head on my shoulder for a few seconds and enjoyed our closeness. We shifted at one point and I put my arms around her and held her to me. Now we were a "we."

Mostly we walked along Boylston Street, stopping often to window shop or watch something of interest. The City was abuzz with activity and traffic.

At the condo building, Robyn pulled me to her and said, "Please come up." She had a very loving look in her eye.

Back in her flat we shed our jackets and Robyn melted into my arms. She'd left the radio on a jazz station and Eva Cassidy's I Know You By Heart was playing -- a love song. We swayed gently to the music as we kissed and kissed and kissed.

Robyn started to undo the buttons on my shirt; I did not resist but I did kiss the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair as she did. When she'd bared my chest she leaned in and kissed and licked my skin. Then she ran her tongue around one of my nipples, one of the more sensitive parts of my body and a part of me that sends all sorts of sexual sensations through me.

I gently pulled her top from within the confines of her black slacks, allowing my fingers to stroke her skin as it became available to me. When I had the blouse free I moved to pull it over her head. Robyn raised her arms and allowed me to carefully and slowly pull the flowery top over her head. As I finished I shed my own shirt too.

Robyn was wearing a little frilly bra that was doing little to actually confine her breasts. I'd only seen her in a sports bra with a t-shirt over that so this was a real treat. She had full, ripe breasts that invited being held and suckled.

I moved my head down and targeted over a nipple through the thin material of the bra. I could feel the nipple stiffen beneath the material. I brought my other hand to her other breast as I exhaled hot, moist air through the material to her breast.

Robyn moaned a little and said, "Oh, Rob, I like that." She cradled my head in her arms and we stood that way for a while. Finally she said, "Come. Sofa." We moved and sat close to one another. 

In the process Robyn took her bra off, freeing her beautiful breasts. We continued to kiss and hug, our attentions to each other becoming increasingly oral and wet.

Robyn reached down and rubbed the evident bulge in my pants. "Let's take this to the next level," she told me softly.

I was concentrating on running my tongue around her left ear when I felt her undo the zipper to my pants -- and then my belt. In another few seconds she had my inflating rod in her hands. 

I allowed her to shift her body around so she could take me into her sweet mouth. Now I found yet another talent she had hidden from me. She gave world-class blowjobs. I lay back and enjoyed the sensations she was delivering for a few minutes.

I reached over and undid the button and zipper to Robyn's black slacks. Although awkward from my position, I pushed them off of her hips along with the thong that I found beneath them. She wiggled them down her thighs a little to show I was making the right move.

As her pussy became uncovered I reached under her with the fingers of one hand and toyed with the folds of skin I found there feeling, with purpose, for her clitoris. I knew I'd found it when I heard her mew loudly into my cock. 

I kept my fingers busy occasionally dipping them into the folds of her vagina. Robyn's body was pouring fluids into the area preparing it for the sexual union that it was sure was coming. I brought my fingers to my lips and nostrils to taste and breath in the aroma of her sweetness.

"Let's finish undressing," I finally said. We both took twenty seconds to shed the last of our clothing, most of it all but off our bodies at that point anyway.

As Robyn lay back on the sofa and opened herself to me I realized that all she had on was the one strand of pearls that had so sexily nestled in her cleavage most of the night. They gave Robyn a sophisticated look yet I found it also one of the sexiest accoutrements I had every envisioned.

I positioned myself between her legs and then lowered my mouth to her hot cunt. I quickly found her clit again with my tongue and ran several fingers deep into her body.

"Oh, Tom, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum," she exclaimed. I kept doing it.

Robyn's cum was joyful. I have always enjoyed bringing pleasure to my love object and this was no exception. I helped her along, stroking her G-spot and licking her clit until the explosion happened. 

Robyn's legs came up around my ears and closed, freezing my head in position. I could feel her entire body throb with the climax. The throbbing gave way to a long shudder of pleasure. Her hands held my head to her pussy, pushing me into her as she ground her pussy up into my face. I briefly wondered if anyone had ever died from suffocation this way. I silently volunteered to try.

"Oh, Tom, Oh, Tom, Oh Tom," she kept repeating and then finally after a huge gasp for breath, "THAT was wonderful." I got a lovely smile from her ravished body.

"How about I ravish you a little more completely," I suggested. She held her arms up to me.

I moved up her body, stopping to again lick and suck on her breasts. When I got to her lips she hummed into my mouth. We separated and she said, "I can taste myself on you. Good thing I like pussy juice."

I had hardened to something approaching re-bar as I'd orally loved her. Now, as I knelt before her, I took that hard cock and with one hand rubbed the head into the lubrication that flooded her pussy. When it was coated with her fluids I carefully placed the head at the entrance to her body.




New Directions Ch. 01



Robyn moved towards me as I moved towards her. In a brief second I sank to my full depth into her velvet tunnel. We both sighed with pleasure at the penetration.

Then our oscillations started: my hips rising and falling to plunge my cock into her; her hips rotating in synch with my moves to ensure deep penetration and maximum feeling for our union. 

I whispered the open question, "How should I end this? Inside? Outside?"

Robyn looked lovingly at me, "Cum deep in me, Rob. I'm safe and on the pill. I want every drop of you in me."

I was fine with that and so we continued working our way towards our inevitable conclusion when I exploded my jets of man-juice into her open pussy. Robyn came a few seconds after I did. I think she'd been waiting for me to explode so she could follow suit.

After our pleasures washed over us, we remained coupled but I was in an awkward position as I was still on my knees. I pulled out slowly as we looked into each other's eyes.

When we'd separated, Robyn hopped up and said, "Come with me." She led the way back to her bedroom. She tossed the spread and covers aside and lay down on her back. "Come back inside me. Can you get back in?" 

I had deflated some, but we were both so slippery that I slid right back into her body. The feeling was fantastic.

"There," she said. "Now we're both comfortable and we can enjoy our coupling for a while longer."

"I like this," I told her as I showered her upper body and face with kisses and licks. 

Robyn said, "Let me tell you about one of my hotter and more memorable fucks. I mean we've both had other lovers; let's share hot stories. All right?"

I said, "Go ahead, I can hardly wait."

She went on, "One guy I dated over ten years ago was an exhibitionist at heart. One summer day, we double dated with another couple and went down to one of the lakes in New York to swim and have a picnic. When we got there we found a remote spot and laid out our picnic and took our first swim. In the process he started to finger me under water. I was getting really hot and bothered. I mean he really knew how to use his fingers inside me."

"Go on," I whispered as I felt some life start to spring back into my cock.

"Anyway I grabbed his cock and started to masturbate him under water too. Then we looked and the other couple we were with had shed their bathing suits. She was lying back on the picnic bench and the guy was eating her pussy. It was very erotic. So I told my boyfriend, I want to be on the table too."

"Sounds like fun," I offered as I twitched a little inside her.

Robyn continued, "So we walked up the bank from the lake to the picnic table, losing our suits along the way too. I lay down at the other end of the table and quite quickly he started to fuck me. The other couple was fucking now too. The sunlight was warm, the sky blue, and the air soft. We thrust into each other for a while until the other guy says, "Hey, wanna switch?"

"Oh," I said as I hardened even more.

"So we did," she said. "The next I knew my boyfriend was fucking his girlfriend as he thrust his long, thick cock into me."

By now I was back to my 'ready' state and had started to fuck Robyn again. She moved to welcome my every move.

"And, you liked that?" I asked as I thrust into her.

"Oh, yes. It was so 'hot.' We moved where we two girls were side by side as the guys fucked us. They'd switch back and forth over and over again. At one point the girl leaned over and kissed me ... and I kissed back. It was like getting fucked by three people not just one. That was hot too. Then her hand started to rub my clit so I started to do the same thing to her."

"Does this have a happy ending?" I asked softly with a big grin.

"Oooooh, yes," Robyn said as she mashed her pussy against me. "Everyone came in buckets and we had orgasms galore. But that wasn't the ending. We did it over and over again. And then the four of us became really close and went out together all the time. Every time we did we'd fuck each other's brains out. There was no telling who was going to cum with whom or how. We did everything we could think of."

"What fun," I exclaimed as I thrust into her body.

"Sometimes one of us would be away and the other two would take care of the one still in town. If she were away I'd fuck both guys. If he was away my boyfriend and I would fuck her 'til she begged for merci."

"Are you 'bi'?" I asked.

"Yea, I guess," Robyn replied with a wry grin. "I certainly was during that time -- with her, with him. I had other experiences with another girl I'll tell you about some day. It's not an 'everyone' decision for me. Does that turn you off? On?"

"On, actually," I replied. "I never thought about it but that's 'hot'. I don't think I could find a guy that interesting but having two women interested in each other doesn't bother me at all. It's a turn on."

"What if it had been your wife?" Robyn asked with playful look on her face.

"We'd probably still be married and fucking all the time," I said with an equally mischievous look on my facet too. 

"Oh, good," Robyn said. "Now fuck me again."

We began our thrusting into each other in earnest now, fueled in part by the story of her old boyfriend and the other couple as well as a vision of Robyn and another equally beautiful woman sexually satisfying each other.

Our second orgasms were better than our first, but now I was really done for the night. We cuddled and mewed into each other's bodies. Robyn asked me to stay the night -- and so I did.

Robyn's alarm clock clicked. It didn't go off; it just clicked. It was set for six-thirty; I figured this was when she'd set it so she could get up and meet me yesterday -- Saturday morning. Robyn didn't hear it; she was sound asleep.

I lay and watched her sleeping. She was so peaceful -- an angel asleep beside me. We were both still naked and I could feel her hip against me -- her shoulder nestled beneath my arm. I gently kissed her but she still slept. I dozed and in the process realized my heart was going flip flop, flip flop, flip flop. My bells went off; I was falling for Robyn.

Around eight o'clock Robyn groaned in her sleep yet snuggled more tightly against me. I figured she was still asleep.

I kissed her again and a small voice came from next to me and said, "Thank you for still being here." She looked up at me and kissed my cheek.

"I can't think of any place in the Universe I would rather be than here," I whispered to her. I hugged her to me. 

Robyn rolled over more closely to me pressing her body against me. She was fully awake now. 

She said, "I really enjoyed last night." She paused, "No, that sounds too trite. I want you to know that ... that, well I really, really like you. Last night just made me more sure of what I'd thought before that than ever before."

We kissed a lot. I reached down and slowly, but sensuously massaged one of her breasts. Her nipple became erect and then so did I.

Robyn rolled over on top of me, reached down and took my cock and inserted it into her warm vagina. I'm sure most of the fluids that gushed around our union were the result of our lovemaking the night before.

We made love as Robyn hovered over me, her motions proving her affection beyond a doubt. We kissed, hugged, fondled, rubbed, licked, and touched every conceivable part of each other's bodies and made sweet love. When we were done we just snuggled back in her bed, our fluids leaking from her onto my sweaty body. She reached down and used her hand to rub the fluids into my skin.

"Most people would be horrified at leaking on their new lover," she said. "Or they'd apologize and go to the bathroom and try to staunch the flow by ejecting the fluid in the toilet. I love that I am full of your fluid. I love that it leaks from me, mixed with mine, down onto you. I love that we can rub in into each other to celebrate a new relationship."

And celebrate we did. 

We finally got out of bed around nine-thirty. Robyn insisted that we not shower and that we each a light breakfast in the nude. She was my kind of person.

After breakfast, she dressed in running clothes. I gave her the key to my apartment and she went down and got my running clothes from where I told her they were and brought them back up to her condo so I could get ready for a run. I dressed and then took my other clothes back to my place.

We did the long run again, but at a slow and easy pace. We enjoyed a coffee at the Harvard Square Starbucks again, this time making 'ga-ga' eyes at each other. To this day I can't tell you whether the Square was busy or empty; I only had eyes for her.

When we got back we really were odiferous -- an interesting mix of exercise and sexual smells that permeated the air around us. I suggested showers but she said no. Instead, Robyn came back to my apartment with me and we started to make love again. 

I wasn't sure that I'd be able to rise to her demands but my body responded as I wanted it to, particularly after she sucked on my cock for a while. She commented on how she loved our musky aromas. Robyn mounted me allowing me to cup and suck on her taut breasts as she offered them to me.

After we were coupled and fucking slowly in my bed so we could draw out our pleasure, she asked, "Tell me one of your hot stories. What's the hottest fuck you've ever had?"

"Well, there have been so many, it's hard to choose," I offered somewhat tentatively.

Robyn tickled me and I broke into laughter at my over statement.

I finally began, "Just after I graduated college a fraternity brother and I took a little road trip. We wanted to hike up in Vermont and New Hampshire -- to camp out. So we went up in the Green Mountains and then over into the Presidential Range in New Hampshire. He remembered he knew a girl that lived near the University of New Hampshire. They'd gone steady in high school but her parents had moved up to that area. I think her father taught there."

"Anyway, as we started to head back south he talked me into stopping at her house. She was there -- and she was 'hot,' present company excluded, of course. I mean my tongue started to hang out of the side of my mouth and all my hormones clicked into high gear."

"So anyway we decided to hang around with his friend; Joanne was her name. For some reason her parents were away and she had the house to herself; I think they were overseas. That night she called in sick to her job and we stayed around her house."

"After a while, we were watching some B-grade film on television and she asks if we want to watch some porn. Turned out she'd found her father's secret cache. Anyway, she scampered off and came back with two VHS tapes. She started up the tape and soon we were sitting there watching C-grade acting and A-grade porn."

Robyn leaned in and started to lick my neck, "Go on," she whispered. "Don't let me distract you from your story. I like it so far."

"So Joanne snuggles up to my friend and they start making out. I'm sort of glued to the TV screen cause the porn has my attention. Did I mention I like porn?"

"The next I knew he's pulling Joanne's top over her head so he can reach her breasts and then he removes her bra too. Her tits weren't huge but apparently she's unbelievably sensitive and she has large areolas. She's moaning and pleading with him to fuck her."

"In the meantime, the first skit on the porn tape ends and changes to one of two guys who are all over some bosomy and very willing and innocent looking school girl. The parallel to what's going on the room is unmistakable. Meantime, I'm wondering if I should take a walk so my friend can fuck Joanne."

"Joanne then turns to me and says, 'You know, I have two tits. There's one for each of you. Come join us Tom.' So I go over to the sofa and start sucking on the tit that's available. My friend nods his approval to me and says, 'Let's do her.'"

"Next I know Joanne and we are naked and she's seated between us jerking our cocks up and down. Then she leans towards me and starts to suck on my cock. I was afraid she'd pull my insides out she had such vacuum power. Anyway she got me all hard while my friend finger-fucked her."

Robyn said in a husky voice, "You know you've grown six inches longer and thicker inside me since you started this story. Keep going." She rose and fell slowly on me again, our bodies slapping together.

I continued, "So Joanne turns and starts sucking on my friend. I run my fingers around her cunt for a minute and then decide I want to eat her pussy. So I go down on her. She starts gyrating and pushing her pussy into my face. She tasted really good as I recall."

"Then Joanne turned briefly to me and said, 'Tom, put you cock in me. Fuck me.' So as she knelt and gave a blowjob I slid by cock into her juicy cunt and started to fuck her. She kept moaning and then I'd watch some more of the porn tape and get even harder and fuck her some more."

Robyn was really concentrating on me as I talked. I could tell she was near. I continued, "I reached around and started to massage her clit -- just like this." I used my thumb on Robyn's clit. "Next I knew Joanne blew a huge orgasm -- a big, happy, wet, juicy, warm, wooly orgasm."

Robyn came. Her head snapped back and she arched her back and pushed her cunt into me. I guess I was able to hold off since I was straining to deliver and I was really getting into my story that at this point was only partly finished.

As Robyn, came back to reality, she leaned down and kissed me. I had been sucking on one of her large breasts and she pulled me up. "God, you are a magnificent lover. Now, tell me some more of your story."

We kissed and I continued as she started to rise and fall slowly on my cock again, "Well, as Joanne came she also finished jerking off my friend. He came all over her face and neck and tits. I hadn't cum so I pulled out of her for a minute and watched as she licked the creamy fluid off my friends cock and rubbed the fluid into her body. It was really sexy."

"Joanne then turned to me and said, 'You need to finish fucking me. You haven't cum and I want your cum in my pussy.' With that she lays back in my friend's lap so she can occasionally suck on his cock. She spreads her legs and I'm right back into her cunt only this time I can see her whole naked body."

Robyn said, "You like nudity, don't you? You like it when I'm not wearing any clothes don't you?"

"Of course," I answered. "Back to my story, I leaned down and sucked on Joanne's tits even though she just rubbed my friend's cum into her chest. She liked that and it made her thrust into me even harder. We kissed a lot too."

"Then I told her I was about to cum. Joanne said that was great 'cause she was ready too. 'Just blast into me,' she told me. Well, I came and came and came. I don't think I've ever cum as much before or after that climax. I was so worked up between my throbbing twenty-year old hormones, watching the porn flick, watching my friend get a blowjob, and just watching Joanne and having her talk about how happy our fucking her made her."

"So you filled her?" Robyn asked.

"I'll say. We flooded the sofa and created a huge pool of our mixed juices on the floor when she stood up. Joanne didn't seem to care. She just lay back the other way and insisted my friend start to fuck her. He went at it. Joanne grabbed me and pulled me to her mouth and started to suck on me. I was really turned on and ready for action in about ten seconds."

"Did you fuck her again?" Robyn asked as she pulled herself nearly all the way off my cock and then dropped down onto me -- taking my entire shaft into her body in some body-shattering erotic move. I could tell I was getting near.

"Yea, of course. I was only twenty or so. After my friend had blasted his second load into her, Joanne insisted I fuck her again. My friend went to clean up or something and she told me I was the best lover she'd ever had. She said she just wanted me to keep fucking her and that I could come back anytime, even without my friend. She then concentrated on our fucking."

"And you came again?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. And with much the same results - a gallon of cum and a rewarding climax. Joanne loved it. When we were through she caught some of the cum from her pussy and started to rub it into her body and face. She said it was the world's best skin cream. Besides, she said, she was horny and just wanted to take a bath in cum."

Robyn was now grinding into me and I was rapidly losing it. 

"Robyn, I'm about to cum. All this talk about sex and fucking and cum is making me very horny and I really want to focus on fucking you."

"Then fuck me," she said. She pulled my head up to her breasts. 

Thirty seconds later I blasted about ten large jets of cum into Robyn's pussy. She came too. We ground our pelvic bones into one another, trying to get even closer to one another than my deep penetration of her body. There was also a time when we just stopped breathing, closed our eyes and let the ecstasy wash over us.

"Oh fuck, you are a great lover. No wonder Joanne liked you. I'll want to hear more about that some other time. Right now I just want you to stay in me." We rolled to our sides and Robyn held me tightly to her so I didn't slide out. We stroked and smoothed each other's bodies for a while. We also told each other what great lover's we were. 

After a silence she asked, "Just one quick question, did you see her again?"

"Yes," I replied, "but the details will have to wait for another time." I gave her a lecherous grin that hinted of further good sex stories for our enjoyment. Robyn look pleased.

After another silence I spoke, "Robyn, you excite me in so many ways and on so many different levels. I want to tell you I love you but I don't want to scare you off."

She hugged me and in an excited voice said, "Oh, Tom. I love you too. I've never felt like this before and so fast." 

We hugged and kissed and cooed and talked more and more about the differences between 'like' and 'love,' intensities, and how we loved each other and what that meant to each of us. 

Eventually we showered in my shower and for the first time in almost eighteen hours were clean and smelling good -- not that I minded the aroma of sex. After our shower I took her key and retrieved some clothes for her to change into.

We stayed together for the rest of the day. We took a long walk around Boston, kissing frequently as we walked. Anyone seeing us could instantly have told that we were in love. And, of course, there's no love like a new love.

As we walked I kept trying to get a grip on reality. I raised issues to her and she responded as to how she felt about them.

"Robyn," I told her, "I'm about twenty years older than you are; I even have kids just a little younger than you. Are you sure you want a relationship with an old man? Think of all the problems down the road. What will your friends say? Would you really want to be married to an 'older man?'"

She hugged and kissed me. "Love conquers all," she practically shouted to the passers-by on Arlington Street. "I don't care how old you are. That's not the issue. The only thing I need to know is that you could love me. Besides we can just live together forever and never get married if that makes you more comfortable. I'm not after you money; I'm after you, my darling man." 

"How about what your friends will say?"

"I really don't think any of them will care so long as I'm happy. There are a couple of other interesting age combinations amongst my friends anyway and no one thinks much about it."

I could see no arguable position there for me at that moment. I raised another point, "You seem so liberated sexually. I'm thinking of that story you told me about last night -- and how you told it. It still excites you. It was exciting and arousing in one sense, but if it happened now I might get jealous or fly into a rage."




New Directions Ch. 01



"No you wouldn't," Robyn said. "You were turned on - plus you have your own stories too. If it happened again, you'd get turned on like you did a few hours ago telling me about Joanne. Who knows, it may happen sooner than you think and then you'll have to decide." She laughed and added, "Besides, jealousy is a controllable emotion; you can decide to be jealous or not to be. When our foursome was focused on the sex during that year or so, we'd all decided to be sexual beings and to not be jealous. It worked fine."

I said, "I remind you that my story happened almost thirty years ago and yours only happened ten or so years ago. You're more current! And a question about your foursome; why did it end?"

"My boyfriend decided he had to go into the Army. He talked the other guy into going in with him and so off they went. Beth, the other girl, and I tried being a twosome but it didn't click for us without the guys around. Eventually we gave it up and parted ways. We all lost touch as the months passed. I went back to college to finish up the last two years that I'd postponed. I got in a straight relationship there and everything prior was forgotten."

"Would you want another group relationship if one came along?" I asked.

Robyn shot me a curious glance and answered, "It's hard to say. The answer's not cut and dried the way it was twelve years ago for me. Then I just did it more for fun and sex; today it'd have to be for love and a sense of family. Further, none of us thought about the consequences or, for that matter, the feelings of the others involved. I couldn't do it today without feeling something in here," she touched her heart.

I hugged her and we continued walking.

"Does it bother you that I'm newly divorced?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "That just makes you experienced. I like that. Plus even you said that you had learned a lot about yourself over the past ten years as you increasingly examined the relationship."

"How about that I have kids only a few years younger than you?"

"We'll have fun when they visit. We can share clothes and do fun 'girly' things together. I don't have issues; do you think they will with a girlfriend only eight years older?"

"Nooooo," I answered slowly as I thought how Julie or Christy would think about Robyn. I was silent for a while and decided they wouldn't see an issue so long as Robyn was cool about things.

"Besides," she added, "I'm not going to be their Step-Mom -- at least we're not that far along. That raises an interesting question; what will your ex-wife think of me," Robyn asked.

I laughed. "She'll think I've taken a trophy girlfriend. So will a lot of other people. Does that appellation bother you? Will you mind being a trophy chick?"

"Hardly," she replied. "I'll just explain to anyone that asks that I can suck the chrome off a bumper hitch and that I married you because you can fuck my brains out better than anyone I've ever known and you do it four times a day."

I laughed and told her, "As we go to more and more events together and you meet some of the horn-dogs I work with, you may indeed have to tell them that. One, it'll stop them cold; and two, it'll do wonders for my image in the firm." We both laughed.

We bought a baguette and fed some of the geese and ducks along the esplanade. A few daring squirrels came in for some gnosh too.

When dusk came we found a Thai restaurant off Newbury Street and ate a light dinner there. Afterwards, we went back to Robyn's flat and made love again then went to sleep nestled in each other's arms.

The clock went off at five-thirty. We both put on our exercise clothes. I had been smart the evening before and brought them to her place as we came upstairs. We spent a half hour in the gym and then did a five-mile run. I kissed her goodbye and went back to my apartment to shower, change and head for work.

I couldn't remember a nicer weekend.

To be continued...



New Directions Ch. 02



Robyn and I became an "event." I shared with my aging parents the fact that I was dating a much younger woman but did not tell my kids yet. I was still not sure of their reactions. Robyn and I traded keys and started to live out of each other's flats depending on our activity and often who had the better pantry. I still traveled a night or two a week so I missed her during those times.

One night I got back to my own place a little on the late side and Robyn was fixing dinner dressed only in an apron -- that's all. After she'd served me dinner and we'd made love she told me she had a confession to make. I told her to go ahead.

"Well," she started slowly, "I was poking around in your DVDs and I found out you like porn."

I was sort of defensive since my ex-wife Melissa was not at all sympathetic to my needs when she was in one of her long sexless moods. I started to say something but Robyn put a finger to my lips.

"Just so you know," she said, "I like porn too. All kinds. Well not what they call BDSM but most of the other stuff. That's where I got the idea for the apron tonight. I watched part of a DVD while I masturbated."

I grinned. I also got a hard-on again. I also thought how unconventional she was to admit she'd masturbated while I was late from the office. This must be an angel -- my sex angel.

I brought the DVD she'd been watching in my living room into my bedroom and put it in the bedroom player and we started watching. As it turned out it involved two couples that swapped back and forth. We started fucking as we watched the DVD and listened to the sexy dialogue. 

When we came both of our climaxes were enhanced due to the sex movie. We resolved to do this more often.

We got into a routine. Well, to tell the truth, I thought my life was anything but routine. I'd never averaged sex more than twice a day in my life. If I hadn't of been enjoying it so much and been in such good physical shape I would have gotten tired pretty quickly.

After we'd been serious about each other for three months or so Robyn announced that her sister Pam was coming for a weekend. I knew she had a younger sister that lived in Buffalo but never thought about seeing her or wondering what her opinion about me, us, or our relationship would be. I thought, this would be a good test to see how my own kids might react.

Pam was expected about six o'clock Friday evening. I figured she'd arrive an hour after that by taxi from the airport. I'd left Robyn to welcome her and get her settled in her second bedroom, plus they had all that sisterly girl talk to dispense with. I told Robyn I'd be around whenever she wanted to introduce me and then I'd be willing to sleep alone in my own place in case Pam was put off for any reason by my presence.

About eight o'clock I heard the key in my door as Robyn followed by Pam came into my living room. Pam was a knock out. I'd seen photos but they clearly didn't do justice to the real thing. A short, blond version of Robyn with big dark eyes, long shiny hair that hung in ringlets beside her face, high cheek bones, and a figure that even super models would plead for. I rose from my computer and went to shake her hand. Pam slipped inside my arms and gave me a big hug.

"I don't shake hands with my sister's boyfriends. They deserve big hugs," she said with a smile. 

She was in tight jeans, sequined sandals to apparently celebrate the first warm day of spring, and had on a bright top on that showed off her generous breasts without being too revealing. The affected casualness was both sophisticated and sexy. 

I invited them to sit and offered them my assortment of refreshments. Robyn declared this a special occasion befitting of a glass of wine. We opened a bottle of Merlot and I poured three glasses. 

As we sipped the wine, Pam told us about her work as a paralegal in one of Buffalo's largest firms. She also shared a little about her social life, mostly commenting on its absence. She told us she was thinking of moving to Boston depending on what the job market for paralegals was in the City. She had a specialty in large commercial development deals. Monday before she left she was going to have 'informational interviews' with a couple of firms to get a feel things here.

We talked for about an hour then Robyn grabbed Pam and said it was time for bed. We promised to meet the next morning about seven for exercise and a run.

Robyn then surprised me by excusing herself and going into my bedroom. When she came back she had one of my porn DVDs with her. She gave me a wink and then led her sister out the door and back upstairs. Wow! What were they going to do? I was hard just thinking about it.

The next morning my alarm woke me and I pulled on my gym togs and headed downstairs to the exercise room. I was partway through my routine when Robyn came in leading a sleepy Pam; both were in running outfits and had windbreakers with them. We greeted each other and then Robyn got Pam started on a simple circuit of the machines.

At one point Robyn was next to me on one of the machines. I looked over and asked, "Did you enjoy the movie last night?"

She said, "Oh yes. We both did. Great to cum to, but I guess you already know that." She gave me a wink and added, "I'll tell you more later."

Now she had my attention. Apparently they'd watched the film together and jilled off. Wow! She really was my sex angel. I got hard just thinking about the two of them doing that.

After our run, Robyn suggested I come up after I'd showered and we'd do something fun for the day. Something fun turned out to be prowling around antique shops in Newburyport, about thirty miles north of Boston. In the late afternoon we went to Rockport, prowled the tourist shops then had dinner at a seafood place in Gloucester and drove home.

During our drive Robyn kept running her fingers up and down my thigh, often using her fingernails to ensure I was paying attention. She'd often stroke my inflating cock too. I was getting unusually horny by the time we got the apartment. 

I whispered to her as we got in the elevator, "Can you come down alone for a few minutes?" but she pretended not to hear. I figured I would have to make use of one of the DVDs or find some good porn on the Internet that night. 

When the car got to my floor, Robyn pulled me back in the elevator. "Come upstairs with us for a little bit," she said. She whispered to me, "We'll make it worth your while." Now I wondered what that comment meant.

Robyn went around and turned on some minimal lighting as Pam and I stood in the living recounting the day. Robyn then pulled us both to the sofa and made me sit down. She directed Pam to sit next to me and unless I was wrong there was some mysterious sisterly communication that took place. Robyn sat down right beside me, as did Pam. 

Robyn said, "Now Rob, you have been a very good boy today and so we're going to reward you." With that she kissed me with one of her hot, metal-melting kisses that lingered and had a lot of tongue to it. All my attention was focused on her.

Then Pam spoke and I turned to her; "Yes, I want to thank you for all the driving you did today and putting up with our silliness as we shopped and walked around." With that Pam took my face in her two hands and thrust her tongue into my mouth in a slow and very erotic gesture. We kissed some more.

When she stopped I whirled around to see if Robyn was all right with what her sister had just done. She was smiling. She reached over and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. My brain went into overdrive, burnt out several circuits, and then quit working altogether.

Pam was running her fingernails up and down my thigh the way Robyn had been doing in the car. She too occasionally stroked my package. I thought, 'Wow, sisters!'

I undid the buttons on Robyn's blouse as she tugged to get my shirt off. I glanced at Pam who was pulling her top off over her head.

I looked back at Robyn, "You OK with this?" I asked almost in a whisper.

"Yes, most definitely," she said as she kissed me. "My idea in the first place. Help Pam undress." She turned me and pushed me towards her sister.

I embraced Pam and at the same time reached behind her and undid the clasp to her bra. I pulled away and her two taut breasts were bared to my eyes for the first time. I leaned down and sucked on each one, running my tongue between them as I traveled the short distance from one nub to the other.

I turned back to Robyn; she was watching Pam and me with a smile. I hugged her and removed her bra as well. Somewhere along the line I shed my shirt. The skin-on-skin and chest-to-chest contact was very nice. The women used their erect nipples to stroke my chest; it was very exciting.

Pam undid her own jeans and pushed them off her long legs. Robyn and I fumbled with each other's belts and zippers and then took turns removing the rest of our clothing. When we turned Pam stood there naked as well.

Robyn held her arms out and both Pam and I joined her in a three-way hug that also involved lots of French kissing and incidental fondling. Frankly, I was still amazed that the two sisters were romantically involved -- and here I was in the middle.

Finally, Robyn said, "Let's take this to my bedroom."

I thought there be some awkwardness about who did what to whom in a threesome. As we melted into a pile of sexually driven humans, what to do seemed to be a natural event for each of us. Further, we were each driven by given pleasure to the other two rather than claiming satisfaction for just ourselves. 

Robyn told me to go down on Pam as she sucked on her breasts. I couldn't help but compare the tastes and texture of the two women. Pam was muskier and had more of a sexual aroma. Further, she'd removed every vestige of hair from her pubes whereas Robyn kept a shaped heart of pubic fur. 

Pam responded even more wildly to our attentions than I thought. She groaned, moaned, writhed, twisted and turned as I licked, sucked and fucked her with tongue and fingers. I noted how erotic it was to be able to peer up her body and watch Robyn loving Pam's breasts.

Pam started to talk to us -- it was a wonderful stream of erotically suggestive words that turned me on even more than I was, if that was possible. "Oh, Tom, fuck me with those fingers. Find my G-spot. Make me cum. I've got girl juice ready for your mouth. I want to feel your cock slip into me. Oh, Robyn, my dear sister, love my tits -- rub them, be rough, bite my nipples. Oh, fuck, my clitoris -- right there, don't stop." She went on and on.

Pam's first orgasm was well announced and publicized as she talked to us. Robyn actually had to hold her down as I brought her to her heaven. She practically bucked me off of her then I thought she was going to inhale me into her vagina.

Robyn moved up and made love to her neck and face as she crested. Pam was clearly out of breath for the moment.

As she floated down she looked at me and said, "Lie back. I have some serious sucking to do." With that she pushed me back and pounced on my cock, inhaling my rod entirely until her nose was tight against my pubes and I was lodged in the back of her throat. The feeling was extraordinary.

Robyn lay beside me and started to love the upper part of my body. We French-kissed and she showered me with kisses. 

At one point Robyn told me, "It's interesting to taste Pam on your lips. Not bad!" I noted that she knew what Pam tasted like. She then moved up and straddled my head so that I could inhale the sweetness of her moist pussy. My God, I loved how this woman tasted -- how both women tasted.

I have a preference for cuming in pussies and not in mouths. Not that I don't like blowjobs, it's just that for the conclusion I have a favored nesting place. 

"Pam, come up over me," I told her as she was bobbing up and down on my cock.

Robyn turned and looked at her sister and said, "Let's sandwich him between our pussies." Robyn moved so that my hard cock was resting against her pussy then Pam came from my other side and pushed her pussy up against my cock as well. My prick was nested between two sweet pussies. They started to move and push against me -- and against each other. Oh, my God, what a feeling and what a sight picture. 

I erupted like Mount Vesuvius. My cum shot in the air from the rod between the two pussies and then came down like molten lava, and covered both pussies and my pubic area. Further, the women both kept pushing and sloshing their cunts together with my cock in between. Accordingly, I kept cuming and pumping out more seminal fluid until I had to stop them because of the over stimulation I was feeling. 

I came down from my high and looked at the two of them. "THAT was spectacular. I couldn't last long being fucked by two pussies at once - plus, of course, a fantastic blowjob ahead of time." I pulled the two of them to me and alternately hugged and kissed each.

"Now it's time for Robyn," I announced. She smiled lecherously at me.

Before I had a chance to organize anything, Pam slipped from my grasp and moved across my body so she could start eating out her sister's cum covered pussy. Robyn immediately gave one lovely sexual moan as Pam's tongue went to work, focused amazingly well, I noted, on her clitoris. Pam's fingers were a blur as the thrust them in and out of Robyn's dripping cunt.

I held Robyn and occasionally kissed her or paid rapt attention to her breasts. I couldn't see how I could do better below her waist than her sister was doing.

She came once then again. Pam didn't let up. I could feel a big "O" building in Robyn as she tried to hold off a third. She weakly smiled at me as the intensity of the pleasure kept her near a peak.

Then Robyn exploded. There was a scream -- "Oooooooh fuuuuuck!" She tried to rise but then threw herself back on the bed, slapping the bed with her hands as the orgasm started. Her voice came in halting gasps. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooooh. Oooouuuu." Her back arched and she reached down and tried to freeze Pam's head and hands between her legs. This time Pam stopped. 

Robyn shuddered, shook and manifested every symptom of a major earthquake. Pam raised her head and had a most satisfied look on her face. I noticed her face was dripping wet with juices from her sister's cunt.

I cradled Robyn as she floated around in her orgasmic state for a couple of minutes. I gently rubbed and fondled her breasts. Whenever I touched a nipple her whole body would jerk as the shot of pleasure rifled through her.

Finally, as she cooled down, Robyn said, "Now THAT's what I call an orgasm! I could have THOSE all day long. I'd starve to death and die happy."

Robyn cuddled Pam and me to her as she floated in that ecstatic emotional state she enjoys after an orgasm. From my position I could suck on one of her nipples as well as reach across and stroke, pinch and cup Pam's breasts. She seemed to like that.

After a long silence I said, "OK. Can one of you tell me about you two? This didn't just happen did it?"

Robyn started the answer, "No. We started doing this when I was just about to start college and Pam was in high school. She caught me masturbating one day and that led to some experimentation and show 'n tell."

Pam chimed in, "It changed our whole relationship as sisters. Before that we fought hook, tooth and claw all the time. All of sudden we were in love with each other -- physical love, emotional love, spiritual love. Our parents wondered what had happened; we told them we made a peace pact."

Robyn picked up the explanation, "Anyway, we never stopped after that. We've had long periods of time when we tried to save ourselves for a boyfriend, but then we'd revert. Does that freak you out?"

I thought for a minute then answered, "No, not really. To tell the truth I think it's sort of sexy and romantic. I don't feel threatened by your relationship. Should I? It's gone on for fifteen years or so."

Robyn said, "No, you shouldn't feel threatened or left out. I love you more each day. I also love Pam. Somehow we get taught that you can only love one person at a time -- physically I mean. That's just not true -- case in point."

Pam started to lazily play with my flaccid cock.

"So it doesn't bother you when I love Pam or she makes love with someone else?" I asked.

"No. Not a bit. In fact I get pleasure by way of the pleasure you or she or both of you are having. I do want to watch the two of you make love -- to fuck. Pam's a great fuck as you'll find out in a few minutes if she keeps doing that to you."

Pam was making me hard again. She finally reestablished her mouth-hold on my cock, sucking me fully into her mouth and then using fingers, tongue and teeth to bring back to icy hardness. I sucked on Robyn's breasts, something I love to do, as Pam made me ready.

When I was pointing at the ceiling, Pam declared, "There! Ready for my next adventure."

With that, Pam lay back and pulled me over her so I was centered and ready to insert. I love to tease, putting only a little of my cock inside a vagina then yanking it out, then a little bit more, yank, and so on. I'd done this with Robyn and although she told me she hated it, I could tell this act heightened and stimulated her to new highs. Thus, I started in on Pam with my slow fuck, gradually building up to full insertion.

This took a few minutes. Pam was writhing beneath me, cradled in Robyn's arms as she stroked and pinched Pam's breasts. Pam kept moaning and interjecting some expletives related to fucking; "Oh just fuck me. Pleeeeease sink that cock into me. Fuck me, pleeeease! Oh, deeper -- that's it -- deeper. Oh, push it in that way. Oh shit, you just hit my G-spot. You're going to make me cum. Oh, I'm cuming. I'm cummmmmmmmmming!"

Pam's orgasm occurred as I finally sank fully into her body and then yanked myself out and then jammed myself back into her. She detonated like a fourth of July skyrocket. She clutched me to her and we showered kisses all over each other. Robyn was there too. 

I started to pump into Pam again. I was still hard as granite and full of juice destined for her cunt. 

As I fucked her I started to talk dirty to her too. "You like my cock don't you?" She nodded. 

"I like to fuck your pussy and your sister's pussy too. I can't decide which pussy I like better. I think I'll just have to keep fucking both of them over and over and over again. Are you going to be my slut?" She nodded enthusiastically. 

"Well, slut, I'm going to keep fucking you until you're begging for mercy. You are going to get so much of my juice shot into your cunt that you're just gonna float away. I have a lot of cum for you. Do you like to swallow cum?" She nodded. "Well, I like to blast cum into cunts -- that's my thing. And I'm going to blast cum into your cunt for the first time just so you know what it's like."

As we fucked, I'd flipped her over and was fucking her doggie style. Robyn had slid under her and was sucking on her pendulous breasts. Pam hung one and then the other down into her sister's mouth.

I shifted positions again, coming into Pam from the back but so that her front was fully exposed to her sister. This time, Robyn went down on her sister as my cock pistoned into her cunt from behind. Robyn's hand became a blur as she rubbed Pam's clit.

Pam came again, moaning and arching her body as the pleasure event arrived. I maneuvered Pam's nubile body around so I could fuck her in the missionary position again. I sank my hard cock into her body and started to thrust into her. Pam's bent legs came up and hovered beside my hips.

I thrust and thrust into her body. She was meeting my moves with return thrusts of her own. Our bodies were slapping together. Robyn's hand was in there on her sister's cunt. I reached around Pam and found her rose bud. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her. Pam arched into me and let out a string of epithets -- "Oh fuck. My ass. Oh shit. I never ..."




New Directions Ch. 02



After the strenuous activities of the night before with my wife and her friend Malee I slept heavily -- not surprisingly, very heavily, and was somewhat surprised to find that when I awoke I was again restrained in the same way that I was previously and I awoke because a naked and very perky Malee was trailing her fingers across my body so gently and tenderly with her highly manicured nails that I could only just feel it. To some this may have been very ticklish but to me my body was very sensitive and her gentle scratching sent a wave of tingles through my body and created an immediate reaction to my flaccid penis when she started to focus on the tender part of my body. My wife was behind Malee and I could see she was giving the same gentle treatment to her back and eliciting a sharp gasp when her fingers disappeared to offer what must have been a tender caress to her pussy and slit.

With encouragement from Tip, Malee then abruptly manoeuvred her body and her focus and she now started gently stroking my now totally erect cock. After ensuring that I was at my complete peak she then raised herself up above me and, much in the way that my wife had the evening before, then gently lowered herself onto my erect cock. It was however a little different. Perhaps I was just used to the feel of my wife's pussy but Malee was definitely very different, much tighter as you would expect from a 19 year old, but also with seemingly great control on her vaginal muscles which started to squeeze my cock exquisitely as I settled into her warm body. As I started to thrust upward with some urgency I was slowed by Tip who soothed me with a kiss and then turned to the bag she had pulled from her closet the night before and pulled out a jar and a harness which I quickly recognised as a strap on dildo harness. The leather hilt of the harness had a small protrusion which faced inward and a wire running from it which I assumed could generate some suitable vibrations when needed. Tip placed the inward knob against her own pussy and clit and strapped the harness into place around her upper legs and waist. She then selected the smallest of a range of dildos from the accompanying box and fixed this into place on the front of the hilt. Where was this heading I wondered as I watched in amazement at this revelation of yet another side of my wife that I was unaware of.

I did not have to wait long as she next opened the screw top jar and delved with her fingers to pull out a thick gel which she then proceeded to spread generously over the surface of the dildo.

Everything suddenly became very obvious when she scooped out another generous amount of the mixture and moved behind Malee. I could not of course see what was happening but I could certainly feel Malee's body stiffen and then relax and I assumed that the rear end approach and the cold gel caused the initial tensing but I could see that Tip's hand was now moving up and down and she was obviously gently massaging the lubrication into Malee's arse, causing her to relax with the pleasure being felt from the gentle application.

The overall tension in Malee was obvious. She had stopped any motion around my cock and was just squirming slightly as Tips hands and fingers probed into her from behind. Then there was a gasp and I guessed that Tip had inserted one or two fingers a little more deeply, presumably to open her virginal arse a little more and also to distribute the lubrication a little deeper into her.

She relaxed briefly from these ministrations but quickly tensed again and I was not surprised to see that Tip was now moving in behind Malee and presumably now introducing the end of the dildo to Malee's opening. Her tension increased dramatically and my cock, still deeply embedded in her pussy, felt like it was having the life squeezed out of it by Malee's tight vaginal muscles although this was not a completely unpleasant experience. 

Tip then gently pushed Malee down onto my body so that her beautiful breasts were now pleasurably pushing into my chest. I could see My wife's hands working across Malee's back and shoulders, gently massaging her to relax her and it seemed to be working as the vice-like grip on my cock loosened somewhat. However I then felt Malee starting to tense again and to push down on me more and I guessed that my wife was starting to ease the dildo into her. I would like to have brought my hands up to stroke her also but as this was not possible I strained up and met her lips with a gentle brushing contact at first but then with more passion as her tongue responded and probed into my mouth. I then made the mistake of extending my tongue to explore her mouth -- a mistake because my timing must have coincided with Tip thrusting into Malee past her Sphincter and I was rewarded with Malee's teeth closing sharply onto my tongue extremely painfully which brought an urgent grunt from me which was more than matched by a more urgent grunt from Malee as the pain wracked her as penetration was completed. 

All was still for over 30 seconds or so as everyone adjusted to the new situation and then I felt a very gentle movement, initiated by Tip I suspect as she gently wriggled the dildo around inside Malee and this was quickly matched by Malee as she adjusted to the intrusion and I suspect started to enjoy the feeling of being completely full from two angles. I could feel the movement of the dildo against my cock through the thin membrane of her hymen and I started to feel Tip slowly withdraw a couple of inches before gently pushing down again.

Realising that Malee was now more comfortable I started responding by pushing upward as Tip withdrew back and as Malee started to gently mew in pleasure. We were able to establish a good rhythm and as we did so we increased the depth and speed of our movement until we were full force in and out and Malee's mewing started to turn to moans as she experienced a whole range of new feelings from the attacks to her front and rear.

I was not really in a great position to set the pace but was happy to follow the lead of Tip but the action suddenly changed as Tip reached over and pressed a button at the end of the wire attachment to the dildo and the whole momentum suddenly increased. Malee's eyes lit up, alarmed at first but quickly melting into pleasure and Tip let out an exquisite moan -- the vibration from the dildo obviously reacted on both sides of the strap on.

Now Tip really got into her work and I really did not have to do much as Malee's body just reacted. Tip began pounding into her with great gusto and Malee was moving up and down in rhythm with Tip generating amazing friction on my cock, not only with the up and down motion from her arse pounding, but also with her muscles contracting and squeezing my already excited cock.

Malee was completely out of control. Her eyes had glazed over and she was panting uncontrollably and letting out loud moans which turned to sobs as she lost herself in the feelings throbbing through her body. Sweat was pouring from her and creating a wonderful feeling for me as her breasts slid up and down against my body in time to the pounding that she was getting from my wife. It also seemed to be stimulating her as she pushed down hard against me increasing the friction and, I suspect the pleasure generating to her through her breasts.

It was obvious that this pleasure was all becoming too much for her as her panting disappeared and she began moaning constantly and uncontrollably, building in intensity until suddenly she stiffened dramatically and I felt her breasts pull up from me while she ground her pussy into me as Tip pressed down hard into her arse. She literally screamed as spasm after spasm of pleasure wracked through her body. She shook for what seemed an eternity and it only took a couple of those urgent squeezes on my already excited cock before I joined her in climatic pleasure shooting a generous load of cum into her tight pussy. Not surprisingly, watching the action below her I saw Tip herself screw her face up and gasp as her body also started shaking uncontrollably as she also came with gusto.

As Malee's body stopped it's trembling we again all collapsed in a messy heap with Malee slumped over me and Tip slumped down on Malee's back. 

Half an hour must have passed before Tip gently roused us and after unravelling the tangled limbs I felt my restraints being undone and Tip suggested we all retire to the bathroom for a thorough cleansing. 

We all piled into the shower together and were gently massaging soap into each other when I felt a warm moisture on my upper leg and looked down to see that Malee was peeing over my leg. Moreover a closer examination revealed that she was in turn being peed on by Tip. Wow my life was certainly moving in very new directions but the warm flow on my leg was very pleasant and the thought of being peed on was surprisingly erotic and I was immediately betrayed when I felt my tired cock immediately spring to attention in reaction to the warm flow on my leg and between the girls. Tip looked at my cock and then looked deeply into my eyes to gauge my reaction and once again I had the feeling that this may well be another new direction for future development.

However for now we completed our languorous shower without further incident. The girls then provocatively donned their sexy negligees and thongs and we proceeded through to the kitchen to satiate a hunger urgent after the frantic activity of the previous 12 hours. 

As we completed our brunch Tip looked up at the clock on the wall and suggested that it would be a good time for a nap as we could expect another visitor at around 3pm and we may wish to be well rested by the time that visitor arrived. 

Again I could see that the plot was thickening further but given the pleasures that I had experienced in the recent past I decided to just go with the flow and I was more than happy to settle down on the bed in that wonderful position with two lovely ladies snuggling up to me as I slipped into another deep sleep.

However, when I awoke from the sleep a while later I found myself back in restraint mode only this time my wrists, once again bound in the handcuffs, were attached to the bed-head but I was now facing downward. The other difference was that not only were my arms stretched more widely than they had been previously but also the restraints around my ankles seemed to be tied to the side of the bed rather than the bottom but again they were fairly loose which gave me a little more movement. 

I was greeted once again with a big smile by my beautiful wife -- well not so much a smile but a sly grin. She said to me that the afternoon was all about good news and I should just be patient and see how things developed. She then disappeared and I strained my head around to look up at the clock noticing that it was 2.50 -- I remembered that we had another guest arriving at 3pm so I figured that I would not have too long to wait. 

In fact about 5 minutes later Tip came into the room and announced that the first good news was that she was first on the menu for me. My wonder at my loose bonds was quickly solved when Tip slipped off her negligee again and actually slithered her body under me raising her legs up so that I was lying completely on top of her with her legs splayed wildly out on either side under mine. While I thought this was a bit unusual I completely forgot any concerns as she wriggled around a little and used her hands firstly to arouse me to a firm state, which was not a major challenge but then she eased my cock into her waiting pussy, not a difficult job give that she was stretched wide open underneath me.

Next I heard the door open and Malee came in, came to my head and planted a passionate kiss on my lips as I turned my head to the side to greet her. She then drew back and leaned into that bag again -- I was starting to wonder what else could emerge but I found out quickly when she pulled out a length of black silk and proceeded to fold this into a strip which she then tied around my head completely covering my eyes. Tied and blindfolded -- I now became a little more apprehensive as to what was about to happen.

In fact it was very pleasant for a start as Malee proceeded to move her hands across my back in a gentle massage which stared to relax a few of my frayed nerves.

After a couple of minutes though she withdrew and I heard the door open as she left the room returning in just a couple of minutes. I then felt the ties around my ankles tighten -- not only tighten but pulled sideways and upwards to the top of the bed which literally pulled me up on my knees spread open. What was most alarming was that both legs were being pulled at the same time which made it clear to me that our new guest had arrived as Malee could not be manipulating both ties at once.

I ended up in what was a moderately uncomfortable, but very vulnerable position, stretched wide and pushing Tip's legs even wider beneath me and splayed upwards in the air. I was also alarmed that I parted contact with the wonderful feeling of nestling in Tip's pussy although that was remedied shortly after when I felt her rising up to meet me -- obviously her hips were being propped up with pillows and it was at least comforting to slip back into the warm comfort of my wife's pussy.

That comfort was short-lived when the reality started to hit home when I felt soft hands on my backside and the shock of a cold gel being applied to my backside. Hey this was something new and I started to object as I was an anal virgin and had never even vaguely entertained the possibility of being on the receiving end of anal sex and was extremely fearful. Tip told me to stop whimpering and take my treatment like a man -- then she giggled and said that perhaps I had better take my punishment like a woman! 

I was not amused and less impressed when I felt what I guessed was the panties, probably of both girls, stuffed into my mouth to secure my further protests and silence. 

Next I felt the soft fingers starting to massage the lubrication more enthusiastically into my arse, getting firmer all the time and occasionally pressing firmly against my sphincter. I showed my resistance to this whole concept by tightening my muscles -- no one was going to take me against my will! Malee responded with a light slap with her hand across my buttocks. I held firm and the next I knew I was delivered a stinging blow which seemed much stronger than malee could deliver and alarmingly reminded me of the caning I had frequently received as an errant schoolboy in my boarding school days. I continued to resist and was rewarded with another four sharp blows.

Tip intervened at this point and assured me that resistance was hopeless and stupid for the end result was inevitable -- this virgin was about to lose his cherry and he should just relax and enjoy it - he might even be pleasantly surprised! With that she started undulating beneath me and the pain on my bottom immediately eased as I enjoyed the magic of her pussy squeezing and teasing my cock. So when I felt the fingers probing again I made a conscious effort to relax and it was not long before I could feel a finger easing into my hole, kneading and stretching until there was access for what felt like two fingers and then three which started to probe me more deeply. At this point I was surprised to notice that the feelings were in reality pleasurable so I was actually a little disappointed when I felt the fingers withdraw. My disappointment was short-lived when I felt a cold object probing into me and I felt Malee's legs pushing against me and realised she had obviously donned the strap on and that my virginity was about to be taken by a 19 year old Thai beauty.

They did not have much sympathy on me this time. Obviously the dildo had been well lubricated as I felt it easily slipping into the entrance of my arse and pressing against my sphincter. Then Tip yelled "now" and with one movement I felt Tip thrust upward and Malee plunge downward. I felt like I was being split in two and it was just as well that I was gagged because even with the gag on the neighbours must have been alarmed by my scream of pain as I could feel the dildo filling my rectum completely and I plunged deep into Tip's pussy. I then felt a new sensation as Malee obviously flicked the switch of the vibrator and I felt a gentle action within me. We all lay there for some time with only the vibrations of the dildo gently doing its job of relaxing me and starting to open up some feelings of pleasure in me. As she sensed me relaxing Malee then began a gentle pumping motion, easing the dildo out of me then slowly back in until it was fully embedded in me again. Similarly I found myself withdrawing from Tip and then bearing down again into her comforting warmth.

Malee must have wound up the strength of the vibrator for suddenly the motion inside me intensified and I started to really get into the action and particularly the rhythm as I moved in and out of my wife. I was certainly starting to realise that this was something I had been missing out on and it could develop to something quite pleasant. I was quickly building to a climax and loosing control again.

However, I was in for yet another surprise as, just as I was starting to really enjoy it, Malee withdrew completely leaving me feeling empty and hollow. My disappointment was very short-lived however as I again felt the object pushing into me again but I was more alarmed when I felt Tip slew her upper body sideways and my mouth was met with the sweet taste of a very moist pussy which I immediately recognised as the sweet taste of Malee which I had experienced earlier in the day.

So what or who was now starting to establish a firm pace in my arse. I quickly realised that the feeling was considerably different than when Malee had been attacking me but I was not given any chance to think too much as I felt a massive surge from beneath me as Tip's excitement seemed to be building very rapidly and she rose with some urgency, seeking to engulf my cock into her pussy while at the same time I was being pounded from behind with increasing fury. As I was penetrated from behind, Tip strained up from below with an urgent passion I had not experienced for some time and she was really working herself up with a steady moaning -- she was obviously very close. Judging by the fury of the attack from behind her urgency was being matched with equal passion to the extent that I almost felt invisible and that my attacker was going right through me and deep into Tip's pussy. My cock just seemed to be an extension of that of the invader in my rear.

The action was quickly coming to a head. Despite all the distractions I could feel my own climax rising fast on me and when I felt Tip rear up, groaning with pleasure and shaking and shuddering as she came to a massive orgasm. I then heard a frenzied grunt behind me as her climax was obviously shared by my mysterious attacker but I then realised with shock that the grunt was not a female grunt but a much deeper voice. Shock did not set in until later for as I felt the hot semen filling my virgin arse, my own cock reacted and emptied a copious load into my wife's pussy. My invader immediately withdrew from my arse with a resounding plop and I felt another stream of hot cum spray across my backside and the cum from my arse seeping out and running down between my legs. 

I was also shocked when my wife cried out quietly "Saddhu" as she came down from the peak of her ecstasy. 

My attacker was obviously anxious not to be identified as the pressure on the bed quickly eased and I heard the door open as he made a very quick getaway. Malee moved quickly from her position beside me and I felt her magic tongue urgently lapping up the cum sprayed across my backside. She then moved down to the other side and planted an intense kiss on Tip's lips, plunging her tongue into her and obviously sharing and mingling the cum she had just lapped off my backside.




New Directions Ch. 02



As she emerged for air my wife then proudly proclaimed "now we are all well and truly blessed". 

I realised that I had been used and abused all at the same time and that despite religious restrictions she had managed to have an incredible intimate experience with a man she was infatuated with -- she at least had a taste of the forbidden fruit without actually touching it!



New Directions Ch. 02



I got about a dozen more thrusts into her and then we both fired our orgasms as each other. I had a brief thought dealing with a duel and a choice of weapons - I chose orgasms at fifty feet. 

This time I nearly blanked out. I almost had my own petite mal or small death as the pleasure swept through me. I shot and shot and shot my creamy fluid into Pam's spasming cunt. She was arched back, eyes closed in some state of delirium as her climax peaked. Even our moans silenced as the wave of pleasure hit.

I collapsed but pulled her to our sides so that she was spooned against Robyn as I remained in her cunt on the other side of her. Robyn leaned in and ran a tongue around her available ear and kissed her frequently.

This was sex at its best - loving at its best. 

I reached across Pam and stroked Robyn's face. "I love you," I told her looking deep into her eyes.

"I love you too," Robyn told me back.

"And I love the two of you," Pam exclaimed as she continued to gasp for air.

Pam and I were aglow with the well-earned sweat of our fuck. Robyn didn't seem to mind and just brought her own fluids from earlier into the mix. The three of us couldn't get close enough.

I lovingly asked Robyn, "Do you need to cum again?"

"No," she said softly, "I just want to curl up in a loving tangle with you guys." 

And so we did.

Sunday, we opened the day with another threesome in which Robyn was the beneficiary of my seed. After everyone had had several orgasms I suggested that we rise and shine, perhaps even taking some kind of torturous run along the Charles River. That met with boo's and hisses but eventually the three of us got dressed, stretched a bit, and ran down one side of the river and back on the other side, stopping halfway along for cups of coffee. When we got back, the girls went upstairs and I spent an hour in the gym trying to keep my 'girlish' figure.

We actually did something cultural in the afternoon -- well, two things if you include reading the Sunday Boston Globe from cover to cover naked and in the middle of Robyn's big bed. 

Robyn discovered that there was a classical music concert at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and instantly decided that we should all go. We got cleaned up, dressed and took the green line of the MBTA to the museum stop and walked the rest of the way. We stayed with the concert for an hour then walked around the rest of the museum. I was impressed at the display of well-known artists in the museum's collection: Dégas, Matisse, Whistler, Turner, Sargent, Rembrandt, Rubens, and even Michelangelo -- to name just a few.

By five o'clock I decided I'd become saturated with the museum and suggested that we walk back to our building. Each woman took one of my hands and we strolled slowly back to the apartment, talking very animatedly. We received a couple of strange looks but most people we passed were very accepting of three people holding hands.

We stopped at Legal Seafoods and ordered some take out. Of course, we ordered too much so by the time we finished there were two more full meals that went into Robyn's refrigerator for us to eat the next night. 

After dinner, both Robyn and Pam announced that they wanted to watch another good porn movie while we 'messed around.' I was just fine with that idea so I went down to my apartment and retrieved a couple more of Robyn's favorites.

When I came back into Robyn's flat I could hear moans coming from her bedroom. I peaked in and Pam was lying back and Robyn had her face buried in her cunt. Both women were naked.

Robyn lifted her head, looked at me, gave me a juicy grin and said, "Well, get with the agenda!"

I started up one of the DVDs in her bedroom player and TV, stripped and then joined Robyn down by Pam's now very wet pussy. We took turns lapping as Pam alternately watched us and stared at the television screen where two guys were working over a heavily breasted woman.

"Sometime, when I'm back again, I'd like to make our own movie," Pam told us then she moaned as Robyn drove her entire hand into Pam's cunt, fisting her pussy and putting her right up to the edge.

I leaned down and sucked Pam's clit into my mouth and she went over the edge.

"Ooooooooooh shit. That feels so good. You guys come up here now and I'll do both of you," Pam told us.

I moved up and kissed her. Robyn moved up, kissed her and then mounted my face -- lowering her pussy down to my lips as Pam started to inhale my cock. I could hold off by concentrating on Robyn but eventually I knew I was going to cum. I warned Pam and asked her to mount me.

Pam moved up and held my cock at the entrance to her vagina. She then dropped straight down, impaling herself on my full length in a microsecond. The move got my attention! I had a woman on my mouth and a woman on my cock. I thought, this is the definition of heaven.

Robyn came. I could tell she came because she almost pushed my face to the back of my head as she pushed down in her bliss. She also ejaculated a little girl juice, something she didn't do all the time.

Robyn's cuming brought me to the edge. I hummed and tried to talk through her pussy to warn Pam. Instead, however, I just blasted my semen into her pussy as my back arched upward to ensure deep penetration.

My climax and the jets of jism apparently triggered Pam's next orgasm. As I crested and started down the slide of pleasure, I could feel Pam arching and grinding her pelvis into me as her cuntal muscles rippled and pulsed around my shaft. 

While my description makes this sound like it took a few seconds, in fact we worked at our love making over almost twenty minutes. We were hot, sweaty, and horny. I'd lost track of the television too but the blond bimbo in the movie had gotten laid, re-laid and parlayed from about every angle by the two guys with her. I know, I'd watched the film dozens of times.

We collapsed and snuggled together, our nude bodies leaking fluids onto one another. I rather like the smell of sex and the feel of crass nakedness against me. I enjoyed the rest of the movie then used the remote to turn everything off. We all slept in our juices and let them dry.

Monday morning the clock woke us all up at five thirty. I pulled my two naked nymphs from the bed and into their gym clothes. I had again left exercise togs at Robyn's so I changed too. On the way down to the gym I ran into my apartment and retrieved by running shoes.

The three of us did a twenty-minute workout in the gym as well as some stretches. I then pulled them along the Charles River again in a five mile circuit that took us about forty-five minutes. The air was brisk and clean as the first rays of sun started to reach into the Boston streets.

Pam and I kissed goodbye. I knew she was off to talk to some companies in the local area and was then catch a flight back to Buffalo in late afternoon. We both promised we'd see each other soon and that we'd stay in touch through Robyn if not personally.

I kissed Robyn and we agreed we'd meet about six back at my place. I headed down to shower and get ready for the start of the work week.

Work was pure drudgery for me. I was in the midst of some pharmacology industry assessments that were to help a couple of my clients in that industry but I was finding them tedious and boring. Everything about my entire job was starting to get me down again. I just put my head down and forced myself through the day -- that's what professionals do sometimes.

By five-forty-five I was more than happy to stop until the following morning. I packed up my laptop and a couple of articles, just in case, and headed out the door. I walked the fifteen minutes back to my apartment.

Robyn was there with a rare glass of wine waiting for me.

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"Just that I love you and I want to thank you for being so nice to my sis. You could have gone all bonkers and freaked out that we had a thing together. I was pretty sure you wouldn't but not entirely."

"What's not to like about the whole idea? No one's being hurt; no one's violated -- in fact, everyone is loved. And I think I've fallen in love with yet another woman. If that doesn't bother you, it certainly doesn't bother me." I sank into the sofa and sipped my wine as a pleasant memory of Pam's visit flit through my mind.

"Well, you made both of us feel all warm and wooly," she said as she slid onto the couch beside me. "I love you more than I ever did and Pam ... well, she called me today from the airport and told me that this is the most loved she's ever felt in her entire life. You really reached her too." She smiled at me then leaned gave me a hot kiss with a little tongue.

I took a sip of my wine and then gently nudged Robyn towards my lips. As we kissed I jetted some of the wine into her mouth along with my tongue.

"Oh, wow!" she said, "That's so sexy. It's like you're cuming in my mouth only with the wine. Here, let me do it back to you."

Robyn took a sip of her wine and then came to me. We kissed and I felt her tongue push into my mouth and then she jetted the wine between us. It was as sexy to be on the receiving end as the sending end.

Robyn said, "That's like intercourse without the cock-cunt link. I love that. Let's keep that in our collection of things we like to do." I smiled and willingly agreed. We were both horny again. Robyn patted my wandering hands and went back into the kitchen for some things to nibble on.

I sighed loudly -- too loud to just be clowning around after our short erotic play.

"Hey, what's that about?" Robyn asked as she brought a basket of popcorn and snuggled up against me again. She pulled my free arm around her and held my hand.

"Oh, just work. I'm back to not liking it again. I like the money well enough but the work and the attitude of my colleagues sucks. The entire company sucks. We bring in new people, chew them up and spit them out and wonder why they failed. There's no attention to real management or motivation. Just sink or swim. It's almost criminal and not very caring about people."

Robyn asked, "What would you be doing if you could do anything you wanted?"

"Probably teaching graduate school," I replied with some degree of uncertainty. "I like it when I can be working with younger people and helping them succeed."

"Why don't you? You've got the credentials and experience. Or maybe there's something else that has the same kind of stimulation and sense of satisfaction but you haven't found it yet."

I looked at her for a long time wondering how she got so smart. Then I kissed her. 

"Something else," she said. "When we first met you were on a path of renewal of some kind. You told me the divorce and some changes in your job were part of it. You talked about mind, body and spirit as needing renovation."

I nodded recalling my resolutions from months earlier.

"Well," Robyn said, "What with the healthy diets, exercise, weight loss, and sex most of the time -- including with my sister, I think we got the body part down pretty well." She gave me a lecherous grin.

She went on, "The mind thing seems to be wrapped up in your job and maybe the spirit part of your transformation is wrapped up there too. I guess all three go together and it's sort of like a three-legged stool; you can keep using it as long as it's got at least one leg."

"I had some things I was going to do to improve my mind," I told her. "Somehow I got diverted. I was going to learn to speak Spanish plus there are some technical things -- computer things -- that I'd like to master, mostly for my own satisfaction. Then there's my art and photography I'd like to get better at. Oh, I wanted to do some creative writing and take piano lessons too. I've done almost none of these things but think about them once in a while. I think that's the homework my mind would like right now."

"What about the spiritual side of your nature?" Robyn asked. I looked at her to see if she was teasing me at all but there was only her serious side evident.

I answered, "I'm almost at a loss of where to start. It's not going to some church. I'm not at all religious. To me that's adhering to some dogma and arbitrary set of rules that some group of people has agreed on. Further, most of the religions around here involve Jesus and there's a growing body of evidence that suggests he might not even be real or only one person -- it's called The Jesus Myth. In my college history I recall studying the Council of Nicaea in the year 325 where Christianity was created; the nascent Roman Church dominated those proceedings. They made up most of the stuff we take as the basis for Christian religions today; it was all political decisions -- just like that's going on in Washington about our nation's energy policy or whatever. Little difference. A few people and powers dominated the proceedings as you'd expect."

Robyn nodded in fascination and said, "Go on; please"

"I guess I'm looking for some answers that I don't get from the formal religions, at least not the way they're taught today; things like why am I here, how did I get here, what happens after this life, and what should I be doing while I'm here, for instance. All the stuff about being here to adore God and heaven and hell are pure B.S. as far as I'm concerned. God isn't a 'being' out there some place passing judgment on each of us and wearing a flowing robe with a big "G" on the pocket; he's inside us -- he's us! We're him; we'll it's not a him -- or her -- it's the energy of the Universe."

"What about heaven and hell?" Robyn asked.

"Pure fiction," I replied. "For the past couple of thousand years those concepts have kept a large portion of the earth's population in check, but I don't think they exist -- certainly not as Dante portrayed them. I don't believe in a 'final judgment' as to where we'll go -- up or down." I gestured with my arm. 

"We make our 'heaven' or 'hell' right here for ourselves, day by day. We're responsible for our lives and how they turn out. No one else is. We can blame others -- or fate - but the fact is that we really create our own lives - our own reality."

Robyn laughed, "Did you create me -- and Pam this weekend?"

I thought for a minutes and answered thoughtfully, "Yes, in a way I did. I think I gave off the right vibrations that attracted you to me when we first started to see each other. I mean you're the only person I know in the entire building; no one else has been on my frequency so to speak -- just you. So yes, I attracted you ... and vice versa. You attracted me too. You learned enough about me to know that I'd feel comfortable with Pam and whatever happened. We are each loving, caring and compassionate people that came together for a hot weekend. It wasn't all sex; it was deeper. There were other levels in the relationships between us that were at play."

She asked in a more serious voice, "Then if you are creating your own life, can't you change your job or work in some way to make yourself happier?"

My answer came slowly because I had to think about it. "I guess I've been drifting along taking things as they came -- unconsciously. I did the same thing in my marriage, although at times that was a little more deliberate; I just didn't want to face the fact that it was breaking apart and loveless. Now, it's time I started being 'conscious' about my work and the rest of my life -- even about you ... and Pam."

We held each other for a long time watching the reflections of the setting sun off the buildings we could see out the windows. Eventually, we reluctantly surrendered the quiet time we had together, had dinner and went to bed together. I felt very loved. 

*****

Over the next three months Robyn became an even more important part of my life. Pam did too for she flew to Boston and stayed with us every second or third weekend. We took a long weekend when we drove up to the place in Maine I shared with Melissa. The weather was chilly and conducive to the three of us relaxing naked in front of the big fireplace and a roaring fire.

I got used to living in a threesome with the two women over the weekends Pam was around. The shock and awe value of that first weekend gave way to a warm feeling of caring and compassion for each other. Further I found out that Pam was as bright and creative as her older sister and a delight to be around.

I started to mold my job into something more rewarding. The firm did a lot of executive education on topics important to business and top executives. I became increasingly versed in these and took every opportunity to speak at conferences and forums the firm sponsored. I also got on the lecture circuit and started to build a reputation outside of the firm. Further, I was building links with several of the prestigious nearby colleges and universities.

On the spiritual side, I also started reading everything I could lay my hands on of a spiritual nature. I decided to avoid the usual evangelical or religious books like the plague until I could get some sort of footing underneath me. As I asked friends and colleagues for their recommendations I was surprised at how widely read they were in this area. I was also surprised how some of the reading verged on the occult or mystical; neither areas I held favor with, however I kept reading. Both Robyn and Pam started reading some of my hand-me-downs.

Several things I learned helped me with work and my life overall. First, I had to face the fact that I made my own happiness from within. Regardless of what was happening around me I could either think it was something bad or decide that I was still happy in spite of what had just happened. Happiness isn't something that happens to me, it's something I do; it's how I see life. Remarkably I got happier.

Part of my learning was to also be happy with what I got. Whatever happened I decided to be happy with it. Of course, I was in a good place to start with this realization. I was making good money (not a cause of happiness I might add), had rich and full relationships with Robyn and Pam, had a 'happy' separation from Melissa, and had two well-rounded children doing things they liked and on and on. One day I started a Gratitude Journal in which I listed all the things that I felt grateful for in my life; my list got longer and longer everyday and after four weeks filled a couple of dozen pages.

Robyn and I started to have long talks about life and our spiritual nature too. She was remarkably thoughtful about the subject and just as interested in what I was learning about the area as well as about myself. Pam, of course, got absorbed with these areas as well since they interested the two of us.

One long weekend, when we weren't in bed, the three of us sat around and talked about my basic questions, spirit and life. I shared some of what I was learning about how quantum mechanics relates to our true nature as energy beings and vice versa. I showed them some clips on YouTube leading to the conclusion that I was a spiritual being having a human experience. We liked that philosophy.

Further, as we all talked, we found agreement that God was all there is but nothing like the limited version of how the traditional religions defined 'him' to be. For us, that God-being was the basic force in the Universe. We talked of that force being Love, Spirit, Source, Energy, and on and on trying not to use the "G" word for it's meaning has been so perturbed from what it once meant.

We decided the reason we were here was to grow and evolve -- to learn lessons from this life that our spirit created. With this in mind we recognized that we co-create our lives with that spirit-force. 

Pam asked what the role of relationships and love was in this Universe. This single question took us a full day to gnaw around the edges of. It was a lively discussion that we drifted in and out of while we did other things. The whole issue of our sexuality got wrapped up in this area too.




New Directions Ch. 02



Ultimately the three of us became extremely horny. Our touches and kisses to one another increased and became increasingly suggestive and erotic. 

When we couldn't stand it anymore, I led a parade to the bedroom where we took turns stripping the clothing off of each other. When we were naked we took turns rubbing each other with the protuberances each of us had. This, of course, made us even hornier.

Robyn and I went down on Pam and in mere seconds had her writhing and moaning as her orgasms started to wash over her. She was multi-orgasmic and, further, often ejaculated her girl juice, sometimes in copious amounts, over whoever was sucking or fucking her. This time Robyn and I took it as a challenge to see if we could elicit that kind of a response from her. 

I lapped on Pam's clitoris and fondled her breasts as Robyn thrust her fist in and out of her sister. With each thrust her fingers and then her hand got deeper and deeper into Pam's pussy, until it finally disappeared completely. Robyn then turned her hand so that her knuckles rubbed against Pam's G-spot. 

Pam exploded with several jets of fluid from her cunt, one cascading into the air and landing all over Robyn and me. We lapped at each other as we allowed Pam to come down from her high. Pam went into some never-never land of pleasure and just lay there, almost inert with her eyes at half mast. She was sated with the sex we'd given her.

Robyn had kept her hand in Pam's pussy but after Pam had cooled slowly withdrew it and presented it to me. I sucked and lapped at the juices that surrounded her fist, savoring the musty taste I was increasingly growing used to. 

When I'd had enough I pushed Robyn onto her back and went down on her. I liked the contrasting taste of the two sisters only seconds apart. As I licked and lapped at Robyn's cunt and started to maneuver my own fingers into her, I saw Pam watching us from her elated state; now she was gently stroking her clit as I worked on her sister.

Eventually I rose and thrust my cock into Robyn. This had become a familiar home, yet when there were three of us in the bed together the act seemed completely different -- different tastes, different sensations, and different feelings and emotions. I actually felt there was more love and pleasant emotions in the room than when it was just Robyn and I alone.

Robyn started to stroke her own clit as I rammed my stick into her. She orgasmed in splendid fashion, rising off the bed as her back arched into a semi-circle then collapsing beneath me. I held my cock deep in her as she spasmed in her bliss then let her come down and kissed her deeply.

"I love you," I told her tenderly as she again opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Now, please fuck my sister."

Pam and Robyn held hands as I extracted myself from Robyn and moved to my side to sink my still hard shaft into Pam. I was gentle yet I had a goal in mind that Pam was to help me with over the next few minutes. 

We started to pump and thrust into each other. Pam was as aggressive about cuming with me as I was with her. Our bodies slammed together as I rose and thrust into her from above. Now Robyn was the one watching our union with an air of sexual satisfaction and her eyes at halfmast. 

Pam and I jammed into each other at a rapidly increasing pace until my body must have been only a blur atop her prone form. Her legs wrapped around my buttocks, pulling me deep into her with each thrust. 

Then we came -- together. Pam again jettisoned a significant amount of her juice into where our bodies merged. I ignored it. Instead I was arched, holding myself deep within her as my seed shot from my body in squirt after squirt of my own love fluid. Our breathing stopped for a few seconds and then, as we resumed, I fell atop Pam and we rolled into Robyn's waiting arms.

The three of us stayed cuddled there together, reeking of the gorgeous and exotic smell of sex. Eventually we drifted into sleep.

*****

About a month later, Robyn had to go to the west coast for the week and Pam was still working in Buffalo. I decided I would take the week off, take a pile of books, tapes and DVDs and do a spiritual retreat by myself at the camp in Maine. I made sure the place was going to be empty with Melissa and then as I dropped Robyn off, I headed north to the camp.

Six days later I met Robyn at the luggage carousel at Logan Airport. She barely recognized me. I had lost eight pounds and had not shaved for the week.

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed as she hugged me, "what have you done -- or not done for the week?"

"I've been fasting and studying my butt off," I stated. "I've also been running ten to fifteen miles a day on the mountain roads. I've even befriended several moose up there and I've learned a lot about myself and spiritual journeys."

"Well, Pam's flying in to be with us too. Her flight arrives at Terminal D in ten minutes so hold it and you can share it with the two of us. OK?" she asked.

I nodded as we collected her bag and headed towards the car in central parking. We dropped her bag in the car and then headed towards "D". Pam showed up twenty minutes later with just a duffle bag over her shoulder and spring in her step.

"Wow, who's the new guy," she said to her sister as she kissed her on the cheek.

"Just some scruffy guy I picked up in the other terminal," Robyn told her. 

I watched the two of them with a bemused expression on my face. Finally, Pam gave me the appropriate greeting but then complained about whisker burn and said that I certainly wasn't going to get that face between her legs until I shaved. I decided at that very instant that I really didn't want to have a beard.

I took the women to dinner at the Foundation Lounge on Commonweath Avenue. We were on the late side so there was no issue with seating. Robyn had told Pam I'd had a catharsis in Maine during the week and would share my findings with them.

I ordered us all a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, figuring this was a special occasion. We sat sipping and waiting for our sushi and salads to arrive.

"OK, big guy, what did you learn or experience?" Robyn asked with great interest. Pam leaned forward too so she wouldn't miss anything.

"Well, you're overstating this and perhaps expecting too much," I started. "I sought some state of nirvana and some enlightenment, not just in this week in Maine but also with the reading and studying I've doing. Yet I do feel better and calmer about myself and the world."

"Well, what did you discover ... or think about?" Pam asked.

I started again, "Well I guess it boils down to five basic points. First, I realized that I was looking for a 'silver bullet' -- some lightning bolt of enlightenment that would make me spiritual and allow me to feel good forever. I realized there's no such thing. This spiritual journey I've been on doesn't have an end; it is only the journey. The more I put into the journey, the more I'll get out of it -- but there is no end, no nirvana, no 'silver bullet' of truth."

"What else?" Robyn implored.

"Second, I've been upset about the end of my marriage. It was a past that was haunting my present and future. Somehow, I realized that the only way I can change the past is to change what I do today. I need to consciously rise above those bad and unhappy years and start to act, now, as though they didn't happen -- that today is a fresh start and I don't need to be weighed down by my past failures or emotions. Lord knows, I'm so happy with you both but I worry myself sometimes that I'll lose you too because I'll behave the same way. Now I can stop that."

Both Robyn and Pam nodded. Pam reached over and squeezed my arm in a show of love.

"Third, I've always had a feeling I want to help others -- give to others with a sense of service. Now I realize that this is a hallmark trait I have to nurture more. Some of the reasons I've been frustrated at work is the way our client projects are structured and how we treat people. I'm more a manger of what's going on that a front-line giver or server. I need to get back on the front line. To do that I might need to start my own business, but I know now that this is what I want on the career front. I know I've said I wanted to teach and this is part of that, particularly the mentoring I can do in teaching situations."

"Fourth, I started meditating - just getting quiet, opening my mind in a non-judgmental way, and listening. There's a whole other world out there that I tapped into a few times during the week. I plan to keep that up."

"Lastly, all this stuff I've been learning is for naught unless I start doing something with it. The real result is in the doing not the knowing. So I plan to love more, give more, help more, relate more, serve more, and study more. It's a virtuous circle. The more I do the more 'aware' I'll be and the more I'll have to give, and so forth."

"Well, take us with you on this journey," Robyn said. Pam nodded in agreement.

"I wouldn't want it any other way," I said.

"Neither would we," Pam said, "and that's why the three of us are together again this weekend. We -- Robyn and I -- have something special to propose to you. It actually is a proposal."

"Huh," I said, not quite following her line of reasoning.

Robyn jumped in, "Rob, we love you more than anything in the world. You know that, I hope?"

I nodded and reached for their hands.

"We've been going pretty steady now -- the two of us for nine months and the three of us for six months. Anyway, we've talked and we want to make more of a commitment of this arrangement the three of us have."

I was nodding slowly trying to figure out where they were taking this.

"What we'd like to have happen is for the three of us to move in together -- to become a real family unit," Robyn sat back and put both her hands on the table as though she'd completely explained the situation.

Pam jumped in, "You see, I have a new job -- here, in Boston. I start in two weeks." She grinned ear to ear.

I cheered, leaned in a kissed her and then toasted her with my wine. Robyn joined me.

I asked, "But how can the three of us live together? Robyn's place is OK for one, maybe two people, but with three we'll be tripping all over each other."

"Wellllllll," Robyn started, "tomorrow at nine o'clock we're meeting a real estate agent that's going to show us much larger condos. You're renting so I figured you could chip in at least that much and Pam would chip in too, so we can get a much larger and much nicer place." She looked at me expectantly.

I held my neutral look and stared into her eyes for as long as I could before I burst into a wide smile and said, "I can't think of anything I'd like more in the world ... except for enlightenment."

We all laughed. Later than night, the three of us made tender love to one another, and the next morning we met the real estate agent on time.

*****

Two Years Later

I lay in our giant bed with two warm and naked bodies snuggled up against me. I turned to my right and kissed Robyn's light brown hair then to my left and nuzzled a kiss in behind Pam's right ear. I let my hands extend under the covers until I could stroke both their nude hips. Both women inched closer to me.

If I weren't so spent from the night before I'd have tried to make love to the two of them again. The spirit was willing but the body was weak. Instead I had to be content with kisses and hugs until I got home at the end of the day.

"Coffee," a sleepy voice from beside me mewed. "Coffee, coffee! Pleeeeeeeeease."

I slid from the bed and padded naked into the ultra-modern kitchen of our penthouse condo. I turned on the coffee maker and then headed for the master bath.

By the time I finished shaving, showering and dressing, the two nymphs I lived with had arisen and at least made it to the kitchen. Both were seated at the counter in their very short robes, their long shapely legs wrapped around the legs of the stools. 

"Come kiss us both," Robyn said, as she nursed her first cup of coffee. I dutifully came and gave deep and passionate kisses to both women. Pam looked very pleased.

"What's your schedule today?" Pam asked.

"I have a ten o'clock class and a four-thirty class. I'll be at the University all day, but I am having lunch with a potential client. She rather likes that I'm connected to the University and running my own consulting services firm. I think we'll end up doing a lot of business together; the best part is she's right up the road in southern New Hampshire so I can be home every night."

I added, "I should be home about six-thirty or seven. Whose turn is it for dinner?"

"Mine," Robyn said. "There's a new restaurant over on Newbury Street, just a little further out than Charlie's. I think they're specializing in healthy meals for the food conscious. I thought we could all try it."

"What else you guys got on today?" I asked.

"Well, we both have our four month check ups with the baby doc at one o'clock," Pam said. She parted her robe so her entire nude body was exposed and rubbed the swelling bulge of her abdomen. I reached over and stroked her belly as well then extended my stroking to her dark breasts. I kissed her.

"It's amazing how we both got pregnant at the same time," Robyn said as she parted her robe and also invited my attentions. I turned and kissed her then ran my finger up her moist slit. I licked the lovely taste and looked towards heaven. "Thank you, God," I exclaimed.

"Well, much as I wish I had the stamina and wherewithal to stay and amuse you all day, I think I'd better go and make some money so this growing family can maintain its life style. I'll see you all tonight." I grabbed my briefcase and headed out the door.

As I drove out to the suburbs where the campus was, I marveled at how everything was working out so well. Everyone's parents had been very accepting of our living arrangement then ecstatic at the thought of additional grandchildren.

Julie and Christy, my daughters, were positively amazed that their Dad was fathering a second family. Further they were what I called 'tight' with Robyn and Pam, often calling and having long 'girl talk' conversations in the evening. I know there were also long e-mails that I was occasionally privy to. 

Melissa, my ex-wife, was at first impressed that I'd formed a relationship with someone so much younger then she admitted to me she was overcome that it was really two someones so much younger. A day after I shared with Julie and Christy that they would have some half-brothers or sisters, Melissa called again just to tell me that she was truly awed that I was still in the fathering business. Somehow the communication with her was therapeutic.

We'd all talked a long time about what our threesome and family would be like as well as the various problems and issues we'd face over the next couple of decades before our children were fully launched. We acknowledged we were not the only unusual living arrangement in the Boston area. Further, we decided that no problem was insurmountable given the care and love the three of us had for each other and that we'd have for the children. 

Thus, a new chapter in my life is about to begin. It really is about a journey without an end.



New Directions



Jimmy re-entered her from behind and resumed his rhythm. Each stroke was ecstasy. His pace quickened and then slowed as he rocked from side to side as well as from front to back. For her part, Anne-Marie trained her thoughts to experience the feeling of being filled with cock and minimize the pain coming from the welts on her backside. She joined him and matched his pace as best she could. Her pleasure increased as did his. Suddenly he brought his right hand down with a smack and Anne-Marie's rhythm was broken as she involuntarily tried to pull her pelvis forward but was prevented from doing so by the crossbar Jimmy had placed under her stomach. Sensing her motion, Jimmy grabbed her waist with his strong hands and pulled her towards him as he rammed his cock deeply inside her and exploded. Months of pent up desire blasted up from his balls through his cock and out into Anne-Marie's pussy coating it's inside with gooey cum. "Aargh," he grunted in satisfaction. Jimmy withdrew slightly and then repeated his thrust and cried out again. Another blast of semen, stronger than the first, erupted from the tip of his dick, and then three more followed in quick succession. Anne Marie's pussy was full of stiff cock and cum. She slumped as much as her restraints would allow and breathed heavily through her open mouth. She was completely spent from her ordeal. 

Jimmy left his cock inside her for as long as it would stay, but eventually he slipped out of her. As he cupped and fondled his balls and what was left of his erection in his left hand he grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. "And now, Slave, comes the moment of truth. I intend to remove the spreader from your mouth. What happens after that and how quickly it happens depends a great deal on what you have to say. Choose your words carefully. Bend your face to the floor while I disconnect the straps." Anne-Marie complied and stared at the floor while Jimmy slowly undid the two buckles and loosened the confining straps. Then he reached around and carefully removed the spreader from the woman's mouth. 

Anne-Marie, eyes still facing the floor worked her jaw which had become sore from both intrusions. After half a minute her head rose slowly until her reddened eyes looked directly into Jimmy's. The wry smile of contentment she had worn earlier returned slowly to her beautiful face, which was framed perfectly by her deep auburn hair. Her smile which now held just the right amount of plaintiff uncertainty, lasted a few seconds and then she spoke. "Thank you, Master."