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Temptations

By: LadyTabitha



Father John smiled at the man seated across from him, watching carefully as he completed writing out the check. Alexander Murphy was one of the church's greatest contributors. The Murphy family's donations were double what their other parishioners offered. It was Father John's job to make sure that Mr. and Mrs. Murphy were kept happy so that the donations wouldn't stop. The middle-aged man pushed the check across the shiny surface of the desk, and Father John placed it in a locked drawer for safekeeping until it would be cashed the following morning. "Once again, Mr. Murphy, your offerings are a miracle for this church," John said. "Your good deeds in this house of our Lord and Savior do not go unnoticed."

"It's nothing," Alexander laughed. "After all, my family's been going to this church since you and I were children. I'm happy to be able to give back to it." H

e got to his feet and glanced at Father John thoughtfully. "And speaking of children, why don't you come by for dinner this evening? Rachel is coming home from her first year of college for her spring break, and we're planning a special 'Welcome Home' meal for her." 

"I wouldn't miss it," Father John agreed. He remembered Rachel Murphy well. As a fresh-faced, newly appointed priest of 20 years of age, young Rachel had been the first baby Father John had ever baptized. He'd also been the one who performed the ceremony on her thirteenth birthday when the church recognized her as a young lady. She'd been sent away shortly after that to a private boarding school, so he hadn't been present for most of her teenage years. 

Judging by his own age, Rachel Murphy would be right at her 19th birthday soon. He was curious to see how she'd grown up, and not only that, his presence at her return dinner would keep the Murphy family happy and content. And since a content family was also a well-paying family, Father John felt it was his duty to the church to pay a visit that evening. 

It was around seven in the evening when he came to call, bringing along a lovely cake for dessert and a bouquet of pink roses for Rachel. Alexander's wife ushered him in and led him to a rather comfortable sitting room. "Alexander is out picking up Rachel right now," she informed Father John. "I'm in the middle of dinner, but please, make yourself at home."

After delivering a glass of cool iced tea, she disappeared into the kitchens again and left Father John to pass the time alone. He wandered around the room, admiring the large collections of books resting on the bookshelves and the large family crest that adorned one of the walls by the door. Lost in his contemplations, he didn't realize someone had entered the room until a soft voice called out to him. 

"Well, well...if it isn't the good Father? Come to welcome me home?" 

Father John turned, and nearly gaped in surprise. The young woman standing in the doorway had to be Rachel, but the change in her was amazing. The young and freckle-faced girl she had been had blossomed into the smooth features she bore now. Hair the shade of carrots had either deepened or been dyed to the color of autumn leaves. Despite his reservations, Father John couldn't keep his eyes from admiring how her body had ripened. She was wearing the traditional Catholic college uniform: a dark pleated skirt and white blouse, with knee socks and soft leather Mary Janes. But the way she wore the uniform made it look utterly sinful. 

Beneath that snow-colored blouse, Rachel Murphy sported what appeared to be an utterly huge pair of breasts. They strained against the button front, so much so that beneath the white fabric he could see clearly the delicate lace designs of her bra. Her waist curved in, emphasizing the "hourglass" shape of her body. Her hips flared nicely just under the waistband of her pleated skirt, so that even amidst the folds you could tell the shape of her body as she walked. Her thighs above the knee socks were tight and firm. The calves of her legs curved down into delicate ankles above the leather shoes. 

Father John's eyes came up again to rest on her breasts, and he realized with a sudden start that his body was starting to react in a less-than-pure manner towards this girl. He jerked his gaze up to meet her eyes. When he saw the impish light in those hazel orbs, he knew that Rachel Murphy knew exactly the effect her body was having on him. She smiled at him and announced, "Mother said to tell you dinner is almost done. Would you like to follow me to the table?" She turned and flounced out of the room, leaving him to follow her with a blush staining his cheeks.

He really tried to concentrate during dinner. Elanore Murphy was a wonderful cook, and the food was savory. Thankfully everyone was interested in Rachel's college tales, and so he gratefully turned his attention onto his pot roast. He hadn't been interested in a woman since high school, so it was hard for him to comprehend his sudden fascination with the daughter of his greatest contributor. 

Maybe it was the uniform; he'd heard several confessions of people fantasizing about young women in Catholic schoolgirl garb. Whatever caused the attraction to the young spitfire, he couldn't act on his desires. Not only did his faith not condone that type of action, but he also couldn't put the church needs in danger over a girl. Father John did his best to ignore the pretty tones of her young voice as she related stories, and instead concentrated on pushing his green beans around his plate. 

It went well until he dropped his fork, the utensil spiraling under the table so far he had to crawl beneath to retrieve it. Elanore told him to ignore it, that she would get him another, but he insisted on at least getting it back and crawled under the tablecloth to claim the silver fork. As his hand closed around it, he looked up and nearly hit his head on the bottom of the table in shock. Rachel had been sitting directly across from him, and now she used that to her advantage when she knew he was under the table. Her legs were spread wide in front of him, giving him a clear shot of the lacy white panties she wore beneath her navy skirt. 

She knew he was gaping at her, and brought one hand beneath as well, rubbing the crotch of her underwear with her fingers. Father John was speechless, helpless to do anything but watch the slender white digits rub up and down the damp cloth over and over. He could smell her scent, a mixture of woman and perfume. Rachel chatted with her parents as if nothing was happening, while underneath the tablecloth she hooked her fingers in the side of her panties, pulling the crotch away so he was looking directly at her pussy. Father John stared at that tiny pink slit, glistening with her juices and framed by a triangle of reddish-gold curls. 

If his cock has stirred to life before, it was now fully awake, pushing against the fly of his slacks with painful force. Rachel slid her middle finger up and down the wet entrance to her pussy, then in one swift motion slid it up inside of herself. She pulled it partially out and plunged it back in, and of its own accord his hand came down, cupping the significant bulge in the front of his trousers. Alexander's voice caught him off-guard.

"Father, are you okay down there?" He asked, and Father John hastily made his way out from under the table. 

"I'm sorry," he stammered, looking from Alexander to Elanore. "I...couldn't find the fork." 

He glanced over at Rachel, who was smiling like an angel. "Will you please excuse me?" Father John asked. "I need to use your restroom." He was careful to keep his rampant erection hidden from them as he made his way out of the dining room. 

Once in the confines of the bathroom, he fought to control himself. Damn that little slut, he cursed to himself. He sat on the closed toilet lid, waiting for his engorged sex to dwindle to normal, and tried to think of some excuse to get the hell out of the house. He could tell Alexander that he had something important to take care of at the church, and that he couldn't stay for dessert. Or he could take the "community" excuse and say that he had to visit another family in the area. 

He was pondering over the possibilities when suddenly the bathroom door swung open. Rachel walked brazenly inside, the bathroom skeleton key in her fingers, and shut and locked the door behind her. 

"Rachel," Father John stammered. "You have to leave here. What are your parents going to think?"

"Right now my mom is clearing the table and my father is cleaning up the kitchen," she purred. "You don't have to worry about them, Father." 

"Why are you doing this?" He asked weakly. She came to the toilet and stood in front of him, hands on her hips as she looked down at him. Laughing, she dropped to her knees and brought her hands up to caress the outline of his cock beneath his pants. 

"Who would have known Father John had such a big dick?" Rachel mused, her fingers going up towards the zipper. 

He made one last effort to stop her, seizing her wrist in his hand. "Don't do it, Rachel. Please." 

"Why?" She murmured. "I know you want me. I felt the way you were watching me." Rachel ran her hand under his nose. He could smell her scent from when she'd been fingering herself at the dinner table. "Besides, you don't have a choice. If you don't let me do what I want, I'll tell my daddy that you pulled me in the bathroom with you and tried to touch me. And your church will never see another dime from my family again." 

"You are a witch," he hissed, but her fingers were already pulling down the metal tab, the jagged teeth opening for her hand. She groaned in approval when she pulled out the long shaft from its confines. 

"What's wrong, Father?" Rachel teased, her fingers sliding up and down the length of his satiny member. "Are you ashamed, wanting a little Catholic girl like me? Did you ever think when you were baptizing me as a baby you'd be fucking me in my bathroom eighteen years later?" She brought her mouth to the purplish head, her tongue darting out to lick the gathered fluids on its tip. Then her lips closed around the tip of him, and slid down. The heat of her mouth engulfed him as she went down on his cock, her tongue rubbing against the underside of his shaft as she swallowed him in. He was too long for her to take fully, but she made do with what she could take. 

College had taught little Rachel Murphy to be an expert cocksucker. She knew just how to suck and lick and bite, her hands alternating between jacking him off and rubbing the loose sac that hung beneath. Father John had only been with one other girl, before he had dedicated his life to the religion. He'd forgotten how much ecstasy a woman could bring, his hips rising off the toilet in an desperate attempt to cram himself further down the girl's throat. She tortured and teased him, always keeping him on the verge of his pleasure but always denying him the final explosion. 

When she thought him aroused enough, Rachel pulled back and began unbuttoning her blouse for him. His eyes followed every button, until she pulled the shirt open and he saw the fleshy globes of her breasts, large behind the barrier of her bra. 

"Mmmm, you liked these, didn't you?" Rachel asked, undoing the front clasp of her bra. She had to be at least a double-D cup, the mounds of pale flesh capped by large, baby-pink nipples. Her hands came up, cupped the weight of her gorgeous tits for him. She pinched her nipples and rolled them between her fingers, bringing the crests to full erection for him. Then Rachel reached between her skirt and he saw movement beneath. Seconds later, he saw the white bundle of her underwear slide down her legs so she could step out of them.

"I want to feel you in me," she commanded. All thoughts of his faith, all thoughts of her parents were gone. All that burned in Father John now was the desperate need to plunge into her, to end the painful throbbing of his cock. He leaned back on the toilet so she could mount him. Facing him, she straddled his lap and guided him to her entrance, rubbing him back and forth on her slit to make entry easier for him. Then Rachel sank down slowly, her nether mouth opening to engulf first the head, then the shaft of his cock. 

She may not have been able to take him fully in her throat, but her pussy was prepared for the enormous length of him. She took him all, until she was sitting flush on his lap and his balls were pressed against her round little bottom. "Oh, god," she panted, and rocked her hips back and forth on him to feel the way the head of his sex rubbed on her inner walls. Father John fought not to move, savoring the way her tight little hole squeezed around him wetly. 

She was soft and moist and divine, sitting there on his lap. Rachel cupped one of her enormous breasts in one hand, feeding it to him. "Suck it," she ordered, and he did, taking the whole nipple in at one time, sucking hard. She flexed her thighs and rose up halfway on him, then plunged down again. He caught on to what she wanted and began to move inside her, pulling out to the rim of the head, then thrusting his shaft back in. He buried his face in between the sweet globes of her breasts and fucked her in earnest, lifting them both off the toilet with his thrusts while she reached between them to finger her own clit.

"You better hurry, Father," she chanted in his ear. "What would my daddy think if he came in and saw you fucking his little girl?" 

"What would your daddy think if he found out his little girl was such a slut?" Father John grunted back, but he increased the tempo of his thrusts to hurry the process. He grabbed her hips under the skirt, allowing her to use her free hand to reach back and rub his balls. It had been a long time, and he was reaching his crisis faster than he liked with every slap of her flesh against him. Rachel felt his balls tighten under her palm and knew he was nearly at his end. 

"You can come inside me," she moaned. "I'm on the pill." Her voice groaning those words in his ear was enough to push him over the edge. He felt the surge of sperm, long overdue, zinging along the rigid length of his cock, until it exploded into her in violent shots. Rachel squealed as he filled her, fingering her clit faster until she was joining him in his pleasure, the tight little pussy spasming wildly around him in time with his own as he thrust deep. 

She smiled when she pulled off of him, bringing her mouth down to his softening cock to clean it of their mingled juices before tucking him into his pants again. Father John weakly got to his knees, still under the influence of the pleasure he'd just experienced. He watched her put one foot up on the toilet and use the balled-up underwear to scoop his seed from her pink folds. 

"You better get downstairs, Father John. My mom is probably putting dessert on the table right now. I'll be down in a moment." Rachel grinned, and he was all too happy to flee the confines of the bathroom, to free himself from the huntress that had just snared him as her prey.

Rachel's parents didn't suspect a thing. Father John was extremely uncomfortable sitting across from Rachel again at the table, eating the cake he'd brought. The thought of her sitting over there with no underwear on under her skirt, some of his fluids still deep inside her unnerved and strangely aroused him. He didn't know whether he wanted to fuck her again or kill her. When dessert was finished, the family escorted him to the door. Alexander thanked him for coming to see his daughter again; Father John almost burst into laughter at the remark. 

Elanore and Rachel gave him hugs, but Rachel whispered in his ear that the next day she'd be coming up to the church for "confession". 

"After all," she grinned, "I have interesting things to tell you in the booth." The look in her eye was hungry, and also deadly, and it was clear she planned on making him her sexual outlet for the rest of her spring break. 

Father John weakly nodded; what else could he do? He'd fallen under the spell of the little witch, and if he didn't succumb to her charms, she'd tell her father all. That was the price of temptation: you either gave in, or got burned by the flames. 

He turned away from Rachel's wicked smile and left, making his way into the night back to the church.

Temptations



Kenny Sooner walked down the hallway on the way to the family bathroom. His wife, Ginger was using their toilet and Kenny had to pee very badly. It was early Saturday morning and both of them were off from work as they usually were on the weekends. Kenny awoke this morning having to pee and found his wife perched in the bathroom. Kenny quickly reached the family bathroom off the hall and opened the door too find the room partly steamy and the shower running. Hmm Nick is up early this morning, especially to take a shower; Kenny thought to himself as he quickly moved to the toilet and lifted the lid to pee.

“Is that you dad?” Nick asked over the sound of the shower.

“Yeah son…sorry to interrupt ya, but I have to go like a racehorse. Ill be out in a few minutes son.” Kenny said as he began to pee, then he happened to glance over at the mirror, bored as he had to pee for along time. Kenny happened to catch a glimpse of his son in the shower and he quickly looked away, having no interest in seeing his son nude. Kenny then did a double take as he wondered at what he just saw. Kenny kept looking over at the mirror at his son’s reflection from the shower and after a few more seconds saw again what he had thought he saw. Kenny looked at Nick’s member, but not because of what it was, so much as how long it was. Kenny couldn’t believe his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. Kenny had glimpsed what had to be the longest and thickest cock he had ever seen or even heard about. Kenny couldn’t believe what he saw, it was almost unreal. 

Kenny finally noticed he had finished peeing and also noticed he had made a mess on the floor as his aim had been off, seemingly after he had seen his son’s large member. Kenny hadn’t looked on in any sexual desire, but more from disbelief and maybe envy. 

“Damn.” Kenny cursed, looking down at the pee on the floor, but wondering if he had cursed more so because he now felt cheated by nature. Kenny didn’t really feel cheated, he knew he had a decent sized cock, but compared to what he had seen on his son he felt a bit …well…small.

“What’s wrong dad?” Nick said as Kenny heard the shower turn off and saw his sons arm come out to grab his towel. 

“Oh nothing…just missed the mark a bit and got the floor messy.” Kenny said as he made sure to avoid looking at his son, in case Nick wasn’t covering up. Kenny grabbed toilet paper and quickly cleaned the floor up and felt very awkward now. He then wondered why his son was up so early today, he usually slept late on Saturdays. “Hey Nick, why are you up so early for? Usually you’re asleep till ten o’clock or so on Saturdays.”

“Oh me and some friends were going to shoot some hoops before it got to hot, then probably hit the malls for a bit. You know, girl watching.” Kenny heard his son say chuckling at the end.

“Ah…ok son. Well you have a good time…umm your mother and me were probably going to spend this morning at least inside.” Kenny said as he moved for the door to leave. Kenny was feeling quite “freaked” out, like seeing a square peg fit in a round hole or something. As Kenny walked back up the hall to the master bedroom, he walked kinda slowly and couldn’t get the size of what he saw out of his mind. He gave a small grin, thinking HIS son was so blessed. Closing the door, he plopped down on the bed and started to chuckle softly. His wife came out of their bathroom at the sound of his laughing.

“What’s so darn funny Kenny?” Ginger looked at her husband, thinking he looked a fair bit out of it, as if he had been knocked on the head silly. She smiled as she sat down on the bed beside him and using her hand brought his face even with hers.

“Kenny…what’s so damn funny sweetie?” Ginger repeated, still smiling, but feeling confused. Her husband looked at her and tried to stop chuckling.

“Ahhh…um…Just something I saw…when I used the other bathroom. Umm, Nick is up and…was showering…and um…how can I say this. He asked me who it was…I said dad…and I started peeing and just happened to look up…” Kenny said pausing not knowing how to tell his wife. He was trying not to laugh again, feeling the whole situation funny as hell now. Ginger waited a second then grew impatient.

“AND…what? What’s gotten you in such a weird mood Kenny?” Ginger asked beyond curious now. Her husband was acting so strange. Kenny looked straight at her and gave a huge grin, trying not to laugh.

“Your son is hung like a horse darling.” Kenny said and then burst into laughter, laughing harder as his wife face looked confused then thoughtful.

“Wait, wait…what do you mean, ‘Our son is hung like a horse’? What does that mean?” Ginger asked still not getting the picture. Kenny looked at her, stopped laughing, but was still smiling.

“Sorry, I just found the whole thing funny as hell. Listen Ginger…I turned around and saw over sons...umm…penis. It was huge, gigantic. Do you understand? It was limp and even then it was almost as long as my arm and almost as thick.” Kenny said smiling at his wife.

“Wait…as long as your arm? You’re joking, right?” Ginger asked not quite believing her husband.

“Ok…maybe not as long…but damn near. It had to be at least 12 inches long and huge. And it was still soft. I’m sorry but it was a bit of a shock seeing it…I just had to laugh over it now.” Kenny said looking at his wife, and almost laughing again seeing his wife expression of surprise. Or was it awe Kenny saw on her face.

“Now come on…he can’t have a cock…oh shit…I mean a penis that big. I mean if…if he got hard it would have to be what…like longer right…bigger. Jesus.” Ginger said feeling flushed now, a bit embarrassed but also a bit thoughtful imagining a cock as big as her arm…or bigger. Her husband caught her expression and a wave of horniness surged through him.

“Ginger…that excites you doesn’t it? That Nick has a huge cock doesn’t it, it excites you.” Kenny said feeling excited himself and very much wanting to fuck his wife now. Ginger looked up at her husband and shook her head.

“What? Are you crazy…I’m just…a bit taken back is all. I’m not excited.” Ginger said again shaking her head. Kenny quickly shot his hand between his wife’s still naked form and moved it between her legs. Ginger tried to stop him by moving her body sideways.

“Kenny dammit…stop it!” Ginger said loudly, but not before Kenny had brushed her pussy lips and pulled his fingers back and he looked at the thick wetness on them.

“Oh yeah, bullshit. Look at my fingers Ginger. That’s your pussy juice there, not water or anything. Admit it, me telling you about how big that cock was excited you. You don’t have to be ashamed about getting excited by a guys cock sweetie.” Kenny said holding his fingers up in front of his wife’s face. Kenny saw Ginger had grown angry as he had talked.

“Kenny stop it. I did not get wet to you telling me that. I was already horny this morning is all. So just drop talking about Nick?” Ginger asked very firmly. Kenny shook his head yes, but thought that if she had been wet when she awoke, her peeing then wiping would have gotten rid of most of that. Kenny then tried to play with what she had said then.

“Well ok then, but if you’re so horny…why don’t we do something about it.” Kenny said as he again reached over and tried to get his hand into her crotch. But Ginger again moved away, though not as hard or as quick.

“Uh uh mister…I’m a bit pissed at you now, for insinuating I was turned on by my own son for gods sake. How could you Kenny?” Ginger said giving him a somewhat dirty look. But Kenny noticed he had brought their son back up.

“Ginger I didn’t say you were turned on by your son, but rather his cock, which I just described to you. You’re the one who equaled that description to mean more in your mind. I didn’t do that, you did.” Kenny said smiling trying to reason and maybe piss her off more.

“What? Are you fucking nuts, you were the one asking if thinking about his cock was making me wet and all? So what if it was, I wasn’t thinking about fucking him or something, god dammit Kenny!” Ginger said feeling quite flustered now, giving her husband a dark look. Kenny just grinned larger now.

“Ginger…you just admitted his cock made you wet, but I never said you wanted to fuck him. Though maybe you could use that energy on me instead of fighting with me over something you now admit you were doing.” Kenny said, seeing his wife turn a dark red at his comment.

“I did not admit to being turned on by his cock, and I certainly don’t want to fuck him…nor you either right now!” Ginger said as she stood up off the bed and stormed into the bathroom and locked the door. 

“Ah shit.” Kenny said guessing he had gone to far, but feeling so damn horny. He knew she had gotten wet from thinking about the cock he had described. Kenny got off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Ginger. Come on out honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you like that. Can we just forget about the whole thing ok?” Kenny said through the door, hoping to get his wife out here and talking again to try and not ruin the whole day.

“Fuck off Kenny!” Ginger said loudly through the door. 

“Shit.” Kenny said under his breath as he turned and slowly walked out of the room. Damn I guess I did go overboard, she rarely cusses like that, he thought. Kenny then thought about Nick overhearing their argument. It had gotten quite loud, but as Kenny walked through the house he saw nick had already left. More then likely before they had gotten too loud, he thought. 

“Well damn…there goes the fucking day.” Kenny said walking into the kitchen and started hunting up something to eat. He decided to just get a bowl of cereal, and quickly ate and then moved to the living room to watch TV. Kenny wondered how long his wife was going to stew. She had been known to shut herself in a room for hours in the past when they had arguments before. 

So Kenny sat watching cable, until he noticed the time and saw it had been about three hours since he had left the bedroom and wondered about checking on her. Kenny got off the chair and walked to their bedroom, when he stopped. He thought he had heard something inside and cautiously put his ear to the door. Kenny thought he heard a slight rustling inside the bedroom and grinned to himself. Ever so softly and slowly he opened the door a crack and peeked inside their bedroom… and saw exactly what he was expecting after hearing the noises. On top of the covers was Ginger moaning very softly as she used one of the vibrators Kenny had bought her. Kenny also noticed and wondered about the fact that she had chosen the largest of the three she had, which was about an inch or so larger then himself and a bit thicker. Kenny watched for a half minute or so as she pushed the thick piece of plastic to the hilt and back out of herself…moaning all along. 

Kenny almost stepped into the room to join her, but some inner voice told him not to and he peered at his wife for just a minute longer, even noticing she seemed to be getting close to an orgasm. He then closed the door too, making sure to be silent. Then he crept back to the living room and sat back down in the chair watching TV. But not watching TV, as he was too involved in thinking about what he had seen. And how he felt, which was very horny. A plan began to form in his head and Kenny began smiling and didn’t stop for some while later.

About thirty minutes later he heard the bedroom door open softly and close. Kenny heard Gingers footsteps in the kitchen behind him as she poured herself something to drink, and then as she walked into the room and sat down on the couch. Kenny noticed she had taken the seat the furthest from him that she could have in the room, and decided that his decision to not interrupt her in the bedroom was probably correct. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Kenny noticed she was drinking some of the hard liquor they had. She rarely drank, he thought. He decided to break the silence first.

“So are we not talking for awhile?” Kenny said looking at her. He noticed she didn’t look back at him. Bad sign, he thought.

“What’s to talk about Kenny, you were being an ass and I got sick of it. End of discussion.” Ginger said, still not looking at him. Kenny did notice she downed her drink which she had been sipping. He figured that by its size, it had been a triple shot of whatever. Even though he was horny still and really wanted to have sex with her, her attitude and words really pissed him off.

“Jesus. Fine. Here.” Kenny said standing up and tossing the remote to the couch near her, making sure to toss it lightly and not at her. He then walked to their bedroom and closed the door and flopped himself down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there but it had to be near about an hour. Then he drifted off back to sleep. 

He started to have a dream where he was his son, and in the dream told himself how weird to be your own son/father and vice versa. He then found himself starting to jack off and noticed the huge cock in his hand as he pumped on it and tugged it. It seemed to grow and move like it was made of silly putty or something. He remembered thinking how strange and also thinking that if he kept stretching it that if he wanted to he could suck his own dick. He laughed and then tried to do just that, and stretched his dream cock and it pulled in his hands and soon was near his mouth. He remembered thinking if he does suck it, would that make him gay, but figures to try it. It would be interesting and probably fun to try sucking himself. Then he leaned forward and swallows the head and it really starts feeling good and he even starts to feel like orgasming…and that’s when Kenny wakes up too find his wife as she was sucking his very real cock.

“Oh shit Ginger…umm that feels good. Hey I thought you were mad at me?” Kenny said as he raises up slightly to look at her better. 

“I was…but now I’m making up…so shut up asshole and enjoy it.” Ginger says playfully with a smile, then lowers her head back down and sucks his cock back into her mouth with a slurp.

“Mmm sounds good to me then, but just to let you know….I’m already pretty close.” Kenny said as a warning. She didn’t always like sucking him off and usually wanted him inside her pussy when he came. She moaned and shook her head while sucking his cock still. In fact Kenny felt her pace increase and her suction on his cock became harder. Anther minute and he felt the blood rushing to his hard cock.

“Oh shit hon…honey. I’m…I’m cumminggg!” He tried to moan out in warning to let her pull it out so that he could shoot into the air. But she sucked even harder and as he started shooting she slammed him into her mouth and held him there.

“Ahhhh . shiitt!” Kenny shouted, the feeling of her swallowing his cum for the first time and the clenching of her throat muscle made him orgasm very strong as he shot into her mouth. Ginger started to choke and had to back off, so that the head only was inside her mouth, but she continued to swallow his cum and nurse on his cock as it shot inside her mouth. Soon the stream became a oozing and she pulled her mouth off his cock and began to run her tongue over it as she would a popsicle.

“Oh shit Ginger…that was awesome. That was some make up honey.” Kenny said smiling at his wife. She looked up at him and smiled, his cum coating parts of her mouth still.

“Don’t thank me now, we’re not done yet. So you better get this thing back up to full mast. I need to be fucked.” Ginger said as she again sucked his cock into his mouth and Kenny felt life returning to his shrinking member. More so though from the thought that the reason she was so horny was because of their talk earlier, then from her sucking his cock again. Kenny thought of his plan and hoped to try it in a minute when they were fucking. He began smiling as he enjoyed his wife’s attention to his now almost hard cock. Ginger rolled over after noticing her husband was now fully hard again. “Come on you bastard…fuck me silly!” Ginger said with a snarl that surprised Kenny, she rarely cussed during sex like this except when she really got worked up. Kenny smiled as he moved up and over and placed his cock head between her pussy lips.

“So you want this huh Ginger, you want my cock inside you.” Kenny said slowly using his cock to make circles in her pussy lips. 

“Yes stupid…I want it. Now come on…fuck me!” Ginger moaned at her husband as he continued to play. She even humped her hips at him, trying to impale herself on his member.

“Uhuh…not till you beg me for it honey. Beg…or I wont feed it too you.” Kenny said now smiling ear to ear.

“Kennnnyyy….please Kenny…fuck me….slide your hard cock into me. Fuck me with your big cock please Kenny.” Ginger groaned as she begged her husband, still moving her body to try and slide it onto his cock. 

“Well seeing as you asked nicely…here it is.” Kenny said with a grin as he slammed the whole length of his cock to the root into his wife’s very wet pussy. Ginger gasped aloud, finally feeling her husband cock inside her. Usually Kenny found that she was usually tight when he first entered her, but he noticed she was very open and super wet. He guessed it was from her thinking on his description of his son’s tool.

“You are very wet and open tonight Ginger. Makes me wish I had a bigger cock to really stretch you out.” Kenny said as he made long, slow, deep strokes into her pussy making her moan with each thrust forward.

“Uhh…you’re just…uhh…fine to me honey. Ugghh…just keep fucking me.” Ginger said as she wrapped her legs around him.

“So you’re saying…ahh…you wouldn’t want a big dick too fuck you then?” Kenny asked his wife looking into her eyes. He saw she knew where this was going by the look on her face.

“Kenny…oohh….just fuck me sweetie.” Ginger moaned out as she tried to use her legs to get him to fuck her faster. Kenny stopped thrusting into her and held his cock deep inside her.

“No…not until you answer me…would you like to fuck a bigger cock?” Kenny asked again fighting off the urge to screw her royally.

“Uhh shit Kenny…fine I would fuck a bigger cock if you had one ok. Please sweetie, please fuck me. I need it bad.” Ginger pleaded with him then bit her lip waiting for him to continue.

“Ok that’s all you needed to say honey.” Kenny said as he started fucking her again, this time a bit faster and harder, but still trying to get deep into her. She began to moan, and Kenny knew she would soon cum. “I wish my cock was as…ohh shit…as big as Nicks. Do you wish I had a cock as big as Nicks Ginger?” Kenny asked as he slowed down his fucking.

“Ohh Kenny, don’t stop. I was getting close.” Ginger pleaded to her husband. But Kenny again stopped fucking her altogether and again held himself deep into her pussy.

“Only if you answer my question.” Kenny said looking at his wife’s face. He could see the emotions as they played across her expressions.

“Yes. Yes, I wish your cock was as big as Nicks. Now hurry up and make me cum Kenny.” Ginger said in a loud voice, getting a bit pissed at her husband for teasing her this way. Kenny slowly started sliding his cock back into her and fucking her slowly again. “Uhhhh….more…faster.”

“Ok…Ill fuck you like Nick would fuck you, fast and deep.” Kenny said to his wife as he started to slide his cock into Ginger faster and faster. Kenny reached up and took both of her nipples and pinched them hard between his fingers. Ginger began to moan very loudly and began to pant, getting very close to orgasm. “Now Ginger…tell me you want me to fuck you like Nick would fuck you. Tell me or I stop altogether.” Kenny said loudly to his wife, seeing that she was getting close to orgasm.

“Uhhh Kenny….uuhh shit.” Ginger moaned aloud not wanting to repeat what her husband had asked of her. She tried to hurry up and orgasm, but Kenny stopped pounding into her pussy and and just looked at her expectantly. “Goddamnit Kenny…that’s not fair…I was close.” 




Temptations



They came in the door, both seeming to take a deep breath as they dropped their things in the entryway. He flicked the kitchen light on as she sat down and pulled off her sopping wet shoes. 

She barely noticed the cold of the house, though she could tell she was trembling due to lack of heating in the place. The drink alone was making her warmer. Her cheeks were flushed as she watched him get into the freezer and pull out a half a bottle of whiskey. 

"Would you like?" he asked, holding the bottle out to her after unscrewing the cap. She grimaced and shook her head, already resting on the line between buzzed and actually drunk. 

"I don't particularly like whiskey."

He chuckled and took a long swig from the bottle, grinning at her as she watched him. For a moment, she wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of her. She could tell by looking at him that he was a rough and demanding lover. His arms and legs were strong and his body lean enough to get and hold a woman in any position he dared, and judging from the screams and moans of the ones he brought home, it seems he did just that. 

She blushed an even deeper shade of red when he caught her eye. His lips paused on the bottle for a brief instant as her mind involuntarily projected her desire deep into his. A wave of lust bolted between them. He lowered the bottle and set it down on the table, then rubbed his hands together and slowly lowered his jacket from his shoulders. Their gaze broke and she swallowed hard. 

She tried to convince herself it was the drink that made her want him.

The blood swirled in her body as she felt her muscles tighten with eagerness. She had to get away before she acted on the growing craving for him. All she could picture was being controlled by his arms, pinned down as she was fucked out of her mind. 

She stood up. 

"I'm going to take a shower—warm up a bit," she said quickly, avoiding his eyes. They drilled like holes into her mind. He reached forward to remove her coat for her—a move more dangerous than he expected. Or did he know how badly she needed him? He seemed the type to tease, to play innocent until a woman broke down and begged him to do his best, or worst. He cracked his knuckles behind her and she sighed deeply. It was time to get away.

She hurried down the hall and into the small bathroom, stripping herself of her wet clothing and turning the water on. She climbed in after shutting the door, letting the warm water run over her body. The heat of it aroused her further, as did the massage of the water pummeling her sensitive skin. Her hand slid down her body and pushed two of her fingers inside herself. She worked them in and out, moaning loudly as she imagined him pounding her. She felt horrible for picturing him rather than her husband, but her mind never could control itself when at such a state of arousal. It went where it wanted, to what it wanted, and there was practically no reeling it in. 

Her fingers began to thrust more furiously, and she moaned harder. She didn't care that he could hear her anywhere in the house at this point. Nor did she care when the bathroom door opened. A few seconds later, an arm wrapped around her waist and held her hand still, then pulled it away. 

She wasn't surprised in the least bit. He knew what a woman wanted. She had known they'd fuck this night the moment his eyes met hers, despite her attempts to resist. One of his hands replaced hers in pleasuring her as his other held her wrist, pulling her hand up and sliding the fingers into his mouth to taste her juice.

He fucked her hard and long, and she reciprocated just as much. When the water from the faucet began to run cold on their naked bodies, they moved back into the kitchen, then into her room to continue on the creaky old daybed. He pounded her hard, not stopping until the sun began to watch them go at it through the green blinds on the window. He pulled out of her tenderly, letting her leg down from his shoulder, then kissed her forehead and smiled meekly at her before departing to his room. No words were exchanged between them. Words were unnecessary. 

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really been so drunk in the first place. Only one thing was for certain, according to her worn out body.

He was all her imagination had made him out to be.



Temptations



Many thanks to Jedbeaker for the editing of this story.



It happened on a Friday afternoon at a crowded supermarket. No parking spots were available until I saw a car leaving the lot and a small red Honda waiting for taking it, but as I was in a better position, I quickly took it. Not a polite thing to do and the good-looking young woman in the red Honda obviously shared that opinion because she came out from her car and gave me an impressive and unforgettable cursing that really got me admiring her skills in that matter.

When we later met at an aisle inside the supermarket she had a small kid in her trolley and I got feeling some guilt for my nasty behaviour. So I looked straight into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry for what I did in the parking lot and it was a silly thing to do. Could you please give the regretful sinner a chance to give both of you some compensation at the cafeteria?" 

She stared at me and asked, "Do I know you? Have we met somewhere?"

"Not before today in the parking lot, but you might see me in the local newspaper today because I scored two goals in the hockey match yesterday evening. By the way, my name is Dan Erickson, if you don't care about hockey."

Still angry she replied, "Two damn goals in some silly uninteresting sport doesn't justify or permit you to act like an asshole."

"No, it doesn't and my offer about coffee and pastry still remains so you can teach me some good manners," I said with a smile.

Now even she smiled and said, "I accept because you really need that lesson."

We didn't speak many words about the parking because I wasn't the worst "bad boy" in her opinion. She told me her name was Alice Olson, her little boy was Lucas and she had newly dumped her ex boyfriend who she had found having an affair for months with one of her best friends. I told her that even I and my ex had newly parted, but we did it as friends which sounded strange to her.

I had to explain that my ex was a nurse and she had met a young doctor who shared her interest for the health problems in the third world so they decided to go together to Tanzania as volunteers. She had been honest and had not cheated on me before we agreed to part. So I wished both of them good luck and promised to be available if they needed some kind of matters taken care of at home while they were abroad.

Alice's and my coffee break was followed by lunches and dinners. Two weeks after our first meeting we spent our first night together. It was a memorable night with much better sex than I had dared to expect. Alice got me understand that she was the Miss Right for me. Three months later she and Lucas moved into my nice house that I had bought for money that I got as a hockey player. Ice-hockey is the most popular sport in our Scandinavian home town which is why even we part time professional players are rather well paid.

Time went by, Alice, Lucas and I went fine together and now three years later we are seriously talking about a wedding, adopting Lucas and getting him a sister or brother.

Then shit hit the fan when a snake appeared in our paradise. The snake was 29 years old and had a name, Tom Boman. He came from a town 43 kilometres away and began working at the same office as Alice. Within a very short time most women regarded him to be a very handsome and charming man and his new female co-workers formed some kind of a competition in taking good care of him. When Tom's hometown gossips about him as a genuine pussy hound with clever conning skills reached the office, several of his male co-workers got curious about his skills and began asking him questions about his affairs. 

Tom didn't deny anything about that reputation. Instead he was proud of it and in a short time he was a celebrity in that office. A gossip said that even some of the married women jokingly promised they wouldn't say "No thanks" to an affair with him.

Some men regarded him as a simple pussy hound while others envied and admired his skills. 

One day several of the admirers took him to a bar after the job where they got him bragging about whom he might seduce in their office. Tom felt really honoured by the attention, pretended to be an expert and told his admirers that 8 of 10 average women could be seduced, though some could be difficult or even very difficult, which was a greater challenge. 

Then he had continued by saying, "Isn't that really a great opportunity for us guys because it means that eight of ten, even taken pussies, might be available and waiting for us?"

His admirers were not convinced and some of them said "Show us that you can do that".

Tom had replied, "Yes I can and will seduce at least a couple of our average co-workers within a short time and show you evidence about it. But I'll skip those who are 'difficult' because such pussy isn't better than any else and it is too much work for getting just a fuck. I'm not willing to do all that extra work for what is available much easier."

His admirers said they accepted his reasons but they had agreed about offering him a big bonus if he could show them that he was skilled enough to get the panties off even a "difficult" woman. One who was in love and living together with a spouse?

After Tom got his admirers to double the bonus, he accepted the challenge chosen by his "fan club". It was: seduce, fuck and show pictures doing it with a lovely girl who was living together with a hockey player and making plans for a wedding. His supporters accepted that he had to make slow steps forward and such difficult action had to take some time. 

As a local hockey star, I had admirers and friends of friends even among the guys at Alice's job which is how the info about the silly bet got to my ears a couple of days later since it was my girlfriend Alice who was selected to be Tom's "difficult prey". My source promised to keep me updated about what Tom did and what he said to his "fan club". I gave my word to never tell Alice where I got my information. 

To my great surprise, my source told me that it had only taken three days for Tom to show info about his first seduction, a 34-year-old mother of two in her second marriage. Now I knew for sure that this Tom could be a real threat for me.

Four weeks later it was info time again when Veronica Lindberg, a 43 years old married mother of two teenage girls had spread her legs for Tom.

The next news was bad info because it was Alice who told me that she had been to a nearby Inn for a lunch together with a co-worker by name Tom Boman and they had agreed to do it again.

One thing was for sure, actions would be taken but the difficult questions were when, where and how? I expected to have a countdown time of at least couple of months until the final solution and knew that mistakes in any action would bring Alice closer to Tom.

I invited two of my best old friends, Ronny and Niclas to a pub for some beer and asked them for advice. We agreed that any action against Tom would increase his hunting instincts and any complaints to Alice would be a wedge between her and me and therefore, an advantage for Tom. It was best for me to stay calm for a while before telling Alice that there was some gossip at her job about Tom's seductions.

Though Alice didn't mention any further lunches with Tom, my connection at their job sent me messages about two new lunch meetings. When I got a message when they left for the last of their lunches it was obvious they were going to the Inn so I called my friend Ronny. He sent his unemployed brother for a lunch on my account at the Inn. My guess was right and he got some pictures with his phone. It was obvious Alice and Tom had a good time but no wrongdoings happened. 

Back home that evening I asked Alice, "I had a damn busy day today, how was your day?"

I noted a slight hesitation before she replied, "Nothing special, just an ordinary day."

Obviously a slight progress for Tom as a lunch with him at an Inn was regarded as an ordinary matter."

Nothing further was said about her lunch with Tom that day or their going to the Inn at least once a week. But some time later when we were talking about some pop star's nasty divorce, I said with a laugh, "I've heard rumors about Tom, the guy at your job who used to take you to the Inn for lunch. He is said to be a real Casanova who has already seduced two married chicks during his first two months at the job and is said to be working hard on his third bimbo. Such a famous specimen ought to be stuffed and kept in a museum." 

Alice didn't share any fun in my comment, not at all, because she got angry as a wasp and shouted at me, "You men are real gossipmongers spreading damn lies about such silly bullshit. Do I have to ask for your permission to eat lunch and can you tell me the names of those married women in your damn gossip?"

"The only one in my memory for the time being is Veronica Lindberg, married to Reverend Alf Lindberg. Of course, if you are interested in "Horny Tom's" whores it can't be difficult to find out the other one too. Even though poor Alf is a wimp, he must be man enough to kick out that soiled company-whore Veronica from his house." 

That wasn't any good news for Alice who gave up our arguing with skipping all further comments. Not a word about her latest lunches with Tom. 

The next day I got info from their job that Tom would remain in our town until 10 PM to pick up his mother from a theatre, so he had persuaded Alice to have dinner with him. She asked me when back home after the job, "Do you mind if I'm going out for a 'girl dinner' this evening for having some fun?"

"Yes I do, especially after a bird told me that your so called 'girl dinner' is expected to be with a girl by the name 'Tom'. Which is indeed a very unusual name for a girl or is that Tom a so called 'she-boy'? But if you really want a dinner with that Tom, whatever he might be, isn't it better that you invite him and his girlfriend for dinner with us on Friday or Saturday evening so I can meet and hopefully learn something from that famous Casanova?"

My reply got her really surprised because I had never denied her going out with her friends and had no right to do that either. To my satisfaction Alice skipped all arguing and didn't go out to see Tom. I think she felt ashamed after I caught her with a lie. Of course, I never suspected she had any intentions of "back seat sex" with him that evening but both of us understood we had some problems in our relation. The next evening she said Tom had said "no thanks" when she had invited him and his girlfriend for dinner.

Two days later, Veronica arrived late to the job, went straight to her boss, quit the job immediately for serious personal reasons, collected her private belongings and left the job without a word to anybody. 

But the gossip found out the reason, magnified and spread it to everybody. Veronica had been very popular at the office so Tom got many nasty comments. Even Alice avoided him for the time being.

Tom, who was a real fighter, understood that he had lost a round but could still win the game. He had promised to show his supporters evidence about fucking Alice and he was determined to do that even if it might take a little longer time to reach the goal now after the unexpected scandal with Veronica.

Even the fortunes were on Tom's side because only a few days after Veronica left her job, he won the Lotto. Not any big amount but enough to get advantages for him in his seducing game with Alice. 

The amount was big enough for a five day holiday package to Euro Disney in Paris for two adults with two children. Though he must have been hundred percent sure that Alice and Lucas would not join him and the young daughter he had with his ex-wife, he offered Alice and Lucas to join him for free on the trip.

To my great surprise Alice did swallow Tom's bait and was happy as a child when we met at home after our jobs. She said, "Guess what? I've got a great offer for a five days free holiday in Paris for me and Lucas, which really means Euro Disney. Isn't that great?"

"NO!"

Now she got a surprised expression on her face when she said, "What do you mean by 'NO'?"

"I mean that it isn't any great offer for a free trip because I suspect that such an offer had to come from a horny creep who's expecting you to pay for the trip in his bed. This offer is so damn silly that it must have been invented by that Tom, I presume."

Now she got real angry and shouted, "He can't go alone with a six year old girl, that's why he

needs a woman going with him. The only matter in your dirty mind is sex. This is a serious offer and it isn't up to you decide whether I'm going or not going, that's for sure"

I replied with a calm voice, "So you don't believe it was sex when your creepy friend fucked Mona Davidson and Veronica Lindberg and bragged about it afterwards? Now he is said to be chasing a slightly more difficult higher class prey than those two. Guess who that lucky woman might be? You ought to regard it as a very simple question and feel flattered to have been chosen to be Tom's dream girl at your office. " 

Then I continued by telling her, "Yes, you are right that I don't have any right to decide where you are going or with whom you are going. You are a free woman which is why I neither can nor want to stop you from going abroad, not even together with such a creep as Tom Boman. It's your business, only your business, that's for sure."

That reply was completely unexpected for her so she, after some thinking, gave me polite

reply by saying, "Darling, I'm sorry for shouting at you. Of course, I have not decided anything yet and I'm glad for your understanding and I love you very much for letting me decide this matter."

"I love you too and as we are adults we have to make our own decisions and take all the consequences for what we are doing. Talking about myself, I would never share a bed with a slut after she's been soiled by an asshole like Tom Boman. It doesn't matter where and how it might happen. In my humble opinion a soiled slut is a soiled slut. Period." I said. 

Now she had a worried look in her face when saying, "What do you mean by that?"

"I would be a laughing stock in the whole town for not dumping you after going to Paris together with an infamous whoremonger as Tom Boman." That was my simple explanation.

Alice wasn't convinced and said, "Tom promised that there are no such demands and the only thing he wants is female assistance to take care of his daughter." 

I replied, "Sounds sane, but why in the hell is he not going there with his girlfriend who already knows his daughter? People who know Tom from his hometown say that he is a snake who's been using all his tricks, seducing, conning, blackmailing, drugs and rape for getting into those pants he wants into. Don't expect him to be turned into a saint, especially not when you are alone with him abroad."

She had a short comment, "You've got Tom as a ghost in your mind."

No more was said in that matter for that day and I doubted that the offer about Euro Disney was honest; it was obvious that Tom had used a simple trick to push in his wedge much deeper between Alice and me. It was obvious for me that Alice had a strong sympathy growing for him.

However, the next day when Alice got home after her job she said, "I said no thanks" to Tom's kind offer about Paris and he'll try to find somebody else or invest money in a newer car. 

"Tom had already bought that car when he asked you about Paris, so don't worry for missing that non-existing trip" I told Alice.

She shouted, "How in the hell can you know when Tom bought his car?"

"The Audi dealer in Tom's home town told me. He happens to be an acquaintance of mine."

After an evening at a pub with Ronny and Niclas we decided that now an action ought to be taken against Tom. 

Niclas came up with a great plan that would be possible to do and Ronny was immediately for it and promised to use his connections to fix what we needed. I was happy because real friends are worth their weight in gold, just as the old saying says.

Ronny gave me a call only two days later and said that all we needed now was a sunny day and Alice having lunch at the Inn with Tom. 

The fortune was with us because the next Tuesday my connection at Alice's job called me saying that Tom and Alice would go for lunch to the Inn in his newly bought white Audi. I called my friends and the ball was rolling.

I remained at my job, surrounded by several people who could swear that I never left the building during the whole day.

Later I was told that the action had been very fast and successful. Two men in white overalls had come to the Inn's parking lot, put self-adhesive text patterns on both sides of Tom's car, sprayed the text with red color, removed the patterns, and hid a whistle equipped with some kind of expander into the exhaust-pipe. The whole action had taken less than one minute without any witnesses.

When Alice and Tom came out from the Inn, he had screamed in horror when he saw the red text "ESCORT SERVICE" on his new car. Neither Alice nor he took any notice of the young woman in the neighborhood who took some pictures of her small kid walking besides a trolley. 

Tom called the police but got the usual reply - they had no patrol car available so they asked him drive to the police station to show them his painted car. Alice, who was rather sexily dressed in a short skirt refused to go anywhere in Tom's loudly whistling "ESCORT SERVICE" car. After some arguing with a furious Tom she phoned for a taxi.

The young woman with the child and trolley was Niclas' sister who happened to be keen with a camera and got some great pictures from the parking lot at the Inn.

Her best picture was taken from low level showing a sexy Alice with her nice legs besides the car with the whole text visible. That picture would have been great for an ad if it been taken for a real Escort Service.

Another good picture showed Tom beside the text. Though it was a nasty thing to do, I e-mailed that picture to his girlfriend and some of his fellow workers and bosses with the comment "AT YOUR SERVICE WHEN YOU NEED IT!" what hopefully would cause some hullabaloo at the job and even freeze down Alice's growing interest for Tom.

Tom's bad temper caused by his damaged car gave him serious problems at the Police station. The first policeman who went out to see his car got a good laugh when he saw it, which got Tom cursing the police for laziness and ineffectiveness. The quarrel ended with Tom forbidden to move his car from the Police station before removing the whistle. He couldn't do that so he had to call for a wrecking truck.

When Alice and I met at home after our jobs I showed her a printout of the "ESCORT SERVICE" picture of her beside Tom's Audi and shouted, "What in the hell are you and that damn pervert involved in?"

She shouted back, "How shall I know? Some bastard scribbled on Tom's car and put a whistle in it. Don't ask me and don't dare to insist that I'm involved in anything."

"I'm sure that it is one of Tom's own tricks for getting you and me arguing. Just like his

damn lie about your Euro Disney trip. He had already invested his Lotto money in that "ESCORT SERVICE CAR" when he gave you his faked invitation to Paris, which you swallowed like a stupid dumbass," I told her.

One thing was for sure, Alice and I had a very chilly relation for the time being. The only positive was that even the friendship between Alice and Tom was at very frosty level. However, Tom didn't live in celibacy. He had a lovely girlfriend in his hometown and my messenger at their job reported about two new notches for Tom, wherever he put them. But after the scandal with Reverend Lindberg's wife it had to be more secret and I promised to keep Alice out of it for the time being.




Temptations



Then the matters went my way for a while. One day after the job in the company's car parking lot Tom got bombed with rotten eggs obviously by some close friends of Reverend Lindberg. The same gang visited Tom's girlfriend in his hometown and had a serious talk with her about Tom's "wife chasing games" that led, after a few days of serious quarrelling, to her dumping him.

When it came to Tom's attention that the one of his latest seductions was married to an ex-convict with a violent background he understood that looking for greener grass and healthier hunting grounds elsewhere had to be of highest priority. He had done a good job at the office so the local boss put praising words for him at the company's main office in the capital city. That gave Tom both a job and a small apartment there; a quantum leap for a single man now living with his parents after having been dumped by his girlfriend.

As Tom was very welcome to the main office and had nothing what kept him in his present position he was expected to quit and leave within two weeks. But before leaving he had two things to do at his present job, attend a seminar about new updates in the company's computer programs. The other thing was fucking Alice and collecting the promised bonus.

My connection at Alice's job gave me a serious warning by telling about Tom's reply when his admirers asked about Alice, he said it was only a matter of time and asked them wait until the seminar.

Accepting to do a "very difficult" prey as Alice was a serious mistake for Tom that he couldn't confess to his fan club, why seducing Alice had been a real challenge for him. He had gained good progress but the Reverend's wife affair, his lies about Euro Disney and the "escort pictures" had been difficult backlashes for him so he was out of time for getting between her legs without using dirty tricks with drugs. His failure at seducing Alice hurt him both mentally and economically as fixing his damaged car had cost him money. He understood that I was involved in all his difficulties, so he intended to get his revenge on me via Alice who had to pay and the seminar was his last chance to get even.

I decided to stop Tom, no matter whatever the price would be. Once again my friends and I met for solving the problem. Several ideas got regarded as impossible or stupid. Sending two men for watching Tom at the seminar hotel was regarded as overreacting and difficult for several reasons. Talking with Tom's boss would hardly give any real effect and treating Tom could be a boomerang increasing his interest and his efforts what would be an advantage for him. Then we found out that the simplest solution would probably be the very best solution.

Ronny's wife rang the ex-convict, pretended to be a fellow worker to his wife and "confessed" that both she and his wife had been probably drugged and seduced by a co-worker by the name of Tom Boman. He refused going to see a doctor even though she had got Herpes from him. She even told him that Tom had pictures of his seductions in his Iphone that he used to show while bragging about his seductions.

Only three days after the phone call Alice told me after work that Tom Boman was mugged and severely beaten the previous evening while he tried to resist the two masked muggers who took his wallet, Iphone and expensive watch. The rumors at her job said Tom's injuries caused him to spend several days at the local hospital and some time in bed at his parents' home instead of going to the seminar. 

Obviously the Police didn't care much about it and with a close look at our local newspaper we found only a few lines about the mugging. As Tom couldn't describe the muggers and as no other witness had seen anything, that case would be closed within a short time as unsolved.

Alice said that it was high time for us to have serious talk about Tom and us. Looking me straight in my eyes she asked me if I was involved in the mugging and beating of Tom. I told her that I knew Tom had been bragging about his intentions for drugging and raping her at the seminar but now after he was injured at the hospital, that problem didn't exist any longer. So I had no reason to do anything to Tom, for as much as I knew he hadn't done any harm to her yet. 

Then I told Alice that the worst perverts in this sick matter were some of her male co-workers who had promised to pay Tom a big reward for seducing, fucking and showing them pictures of him doing it with her. I told her several names from Tom's fan club. 

Alice continued by saying, "I believe you and am convinced you are not involved in any crime against Tom, though I've been stupid enough to neglect your warnings about him.

Even after Tom turned himself into a cheap stinking pile of crap, I can't deny that he was a very attractive and charming man who made a strong impression on me but I can promise you that whatever he might be bragging, he never got close to seducing me into sex."

I replied, "I know that for sure and that is the reason why he intended to drug and rape you.

That will never happen because he is neither allowed nor able to go to that seminar." 

Then information about Tom's stupid rape reward became known by the company management, after several other employees had enough of Tom's creepy intentions and were making plans for treating his penis with tar and feathers to stop his nasty actions once for all. The boss didn't want any bar fights at the seminar so Tom wasn't allowed going there and his admirers got serious warnings for supporting the harassment of a co-worker.

Later that evening when we were in bed, Alice gave me an intensive kiss and said, "I love you so much for you've protected me from that monster Tom."

Then she went down and gave me the very best cock sucking in my whole life. And that got me hard enough to give her what she later on said had been "The best and most intensive fuck in my whole life."

It was sure that Tom had not succeeded to seduce Alice into any kind of sex but I was sure he would have probably been able to do that if he had been living without a spouse and put all his efforts on Alice only. Though Alice was his number one prey, she had only been one of at least five married women at the office who shared his interest. It is possible Tom regarded one pussy as good as another why he saved the most difficult one to the last what got too late for him.

However, I'm very happy about his failure because now I'm looking forward to our soon to be wedding when Alice will be my loving wife. 



Temptations



"I am really sorry, Millie. We just have no other choice, sales are down and with all of the new costs piling up....?"  Ben Carter appeared sad as he gave her the bad news.

Millicent did understand but it still hurt. After nearly six months on the new job that had taken her a full two months to find, she had barely gotten her feet back under herself again.

She really liked the job, handling phone calls wanting delivery codes, directing sales calls to the right salesman, filling out forms for them and directing those to the shipment department.

She had noticed that the phone rang less and less, and it had worried her.

Ben Carter was good to work for, there had never been any pressure. He was well into his fifties, slightly balding and a bit chubby, the reading glasses perched on the very tip of his nose constantly.

Millie stood up, Ben held out his hand, wishing her good luck. The promise of a good reference might help some, she knew. A tear slipped out and down her cheek, she turned her head to hide that, reaching up to wipe it away.

+++

Nothing seemed to ever work out for her, she thought as she started her 10 year old Hyundai in the parking lot. She glanced at the gas guage, it read barely 1/4 of a tank. She had meant to stop and fill it just that morning but the sign read $4.29 per gallon, up again from just a few days before.

She had waited to buy some, hoping perhaps it might go down some by weekend. Silly of course, the difference would probably be less than a dollar but every dollar was precious.

At her 3rd floor apartment, she put down her things and sat in her chair, joined instantly by Max, her undersized little white cat.

She remembered the day she had found it near death, huddled cold and soaking wet under the hedge in the parking lot, crying. It was only a baby, no bigger than the palm of her hand. How it got there, alone, discarded, she had no idea.

She was tempted to walk on by, it was not her problem, but then the tiny thing let out a small yowl.

Not really able to afford a pet, she took it inside anyway and dried it, warmed it. Then she shared some of her own precious milk. After, she held the tiny thing closely to her breast so it could feel her heartbeat.

The bond was complete, Max was the only thing in the world that loved her with no reservations.

Now grown, Max curled up expecting to be petted, quite content with it's own place in the world.

Max did not care that she was broke, alone.

"Why couldn't I have been born a Cat?" Millie thought to herself. They have it made, food always there whenever it wanted, someone to pet it and make it feel good, a warm corner on the soft bed?

Tomorrow. She would go try and find another job tomorrow. Tilting the badly worn easy chair back, she slept right there in her tiny living room.

+++

When her Mom had passed away, that left Millie alone in the world. There were no brothers, sisters. Not even an Aunt or Uncle. She remembered her father barely, a kind man that left every day and came home dirty, exhausted.

Then one day he was gone and she and her mother were alone. When her Mom explained that her Dad had gone on to heaven she did not completely understand until later.

There was the house, and her Mother's old Hyundai, that was something. Then she discovered that her Mother had mortgaged the house to pay for her trade school. Plus going through the records, there was more debt.

The house which she had thought was an asset was a liability, even if she got it's full value that would not cover the mortgage.

For several months Millie managed to make the payments, she really did want to keep the small place. It was familiar, home. The carefree early years growing up were spent in that house.

The day came when there was not enough money to cover the payment, that led to a string of letters from the bank, then finally one day it was over. She had already sold everything there was of value, the only thing she had left to sell...was herself.

That actually did cross her mind, she had had sex with one young man about a dozen times so it wasn't like she did not know what to do.

But Millie could not bring herself to do that, no matter what.

Millie moved to the tiny apartment. About the only good thing was the roof did not leak, even the floors were not level. It took her a dozen serious scrubbings to get the toilet and bathtub clean enough that she could use them.

Two younger men lived directly underneath her, they both sported tattoos and spiked hair, plus one of them had a guitar.

At first she was mildly frightened of them, but then she came to realize that they liked each other and had no interest in her.

They were nice enough to tone the noise down by 10 PM so that wasn't too bad.

The older woman that lived next door always had a sour expression on her face so they nearly never talked any.

The first of every month the big heavy set man named Carl pounded on her door, she knew when he was coming because he started in 3 doors down and worked his way to her door.

She would answer and hand him the envelope with the $395.00 inside it, opening the door just enough to do that.

That first Month she had answered the door in her robe, the man leered at the few inches of flesh showing at her throat. She had gripped it tightly closed with one hand when she realized.

He made her very uncomfortable, calling her "babe" or "sweetheart" or something like that every time he saw her. His eyes were always darting to her chest or legs, and he made a few suggestions about how the rent might be "discounted.".

But she could not afford to move, her first job barely left enough for her to buy food, then when she was laid off the unemployment checks were even less.

When she found the job working for Ben Carter, she was beside herself with happiness. The pay there was not much better but after six months, she would get medical benefits and a raise.

Millie worked as hard as she could, doing her very best. Ben was nice to work for and she wanted that job.

But there was a union that took a small portion of her pay each week. Because of that, how hard she worked did not matter, what did was the seniority and she had almost none.

Now? It was back to the streets, knocking on doors. She had enough cash for one more month's rent and just a few dollars more.

+++

Millie headed out just after 9 AM, carefully locking her door even though she was well aware that by jiggling it up and down the lock would slip.

There was nothing to take, her main worry was that Max would be safe.

By evening she came back home, depressed at her day. One store after another, one place of business then another, all of it was the same.

Checking her mail, she saw the cell phone bill. She knew she could pay that this time, next month would be a problem.

Max slid into her lap again, unconcerned. She could tell from the way he was acting that he wanted food, so she opened the drawer and got out one of the little tins of Salmon paste for him, carefully measuring out two tablespoons.

Placing the tin in the fridge, she saw she had a partial loaf of bread, a small jar of mayonaise and some pickle relish. 

There was nothing else.

It hit her how hungry she was, the slice of toast she had for her breakfast did not go very far. She looked again at the tin of Salmon paste, picked it up and smelled it.

It smelled all right.

She got a bowl, mixed some mayo and relish with a spoon full of the Cat food, made a sandwich.

Holding her breath, she took a bite.

It was surprisingly good. Looking down, Max sat there watching her.

"I'm sorry, but I am hungry too." She said to him.

Giggling almost insanely, she went and sat down, turning on her radio. Max climbed into her lap, giving her what she took to be a disgusted look at the idea of her eating his food.

"I really was hungry too, honey." She said out loud again, stroking the animal which instantly arched it's back in pleasure.

The last thought in her mind was that tomorrow she would walk the three miles downtown to the welfare office, apply for food stamps.

She hated that, she would much rather work and earn her way if she could. The sad faces of the other people there always depressed her even more.

+++

Millie was six blocks from the government office when she saw the sign.

"Waitress, good tips!" It read. Looking up at the neon sign above, it read "Girls Girls Girls! All nude!"

The windows were all painted black. Just then an older man walked by and up to the doorway, looking her up and down with interest.

There was a blast of gaudy music as the door opened and he went in.

Lord. No way could she ever wait tables in a place like that. She walked right on down the street.

On the way back with the emergency stipend in her purse, she again saw the sign. Millie stopped, stood there for several minutes, her mind in a turmoil.

The emergency funds she had received were enough for less than a week, and she had nothing else except for the unemployment checks that would arrive in a couple of weeks.

The temptation to go in and see if she could get the job was very strong, but her pride overwhelmed that, so she went home.

The next day, the sign was gone. After that, one day bled into another as she went further and further in search of a job, any job.

The landlord came by to get the rent, she heard him coming a couple of doors away like always.

Millie actually deliberately dressed in her robe, thinking maybe if he wanted, she might let him see something for a discount?

The man had made so many suggestions, what could it hurt? It would be so easy, she told herself.

At the last moment she chickened out, handing the envelope through the door like always.

The next day, she walked by the bar with the painted out windows. The sign was back up.

Taking a deep breath, she walked in.

The blast of music stopped her for a moment, oddly she could barely hear that from outside. It was almost pitch dark except for over in the corner where bright lights flooded a stage.

There was no one on the stage, two men sat in chairs right at the edge of it.

She surveyed the place, it wasn't much but did look clean. There was an alcove off to the side, a pool table and a row of gaming machines. One older man sat there absentmindedly tapping a button.

The bartender came out of the back room carrying a case of something, he spotted her and grinned.

Millie noticed that he was fairly good looking and well built, perhaps a year or two older than her own 25.

"Whatcha gonna have, honey?" He asked, looking her up and down carefully. Millie was dressed in her only gray business suit and white blouse, she was suddenly aware that she probably did not look at all like any of his normal customers.

"I was...the sign outside..It said you need a waitress?" She managed to stammer.

"Oh. You a waitress?" He got a suspicious look on his face, turned around and began stacking bottles.

"No, I am a recept...yes, I have worked as a waitress." She told him. She had once, behind a cafe counter when she was in school. 

She knew she was very close to turning and running.

"Yea? Well, you are cute enough, maybe a little skinny. The job pays minimum wage plus tips, half the tips go to the bartender."

"That's me!" He grinned when she didn't answer.

"I see. Are the tips usually pretty good?" She asked.

"Yea, a hundred a night, maybe more if you flirt and show a little tit." He looked at Millie's chest.

"Hard to tell in that outfit if you even got any!" He laughed like that was funny, Millie blushed at his inspection.

"I've...I have..." She started to protest, then closed her mouth.

She really was not used to discussing her body with strangers at all, her face flushed furiously and she could not meet his eyes. 

"Bashful, huh? That's cute as hell, the guys just might love it if you can keep that act up. Hey, ya have some skimpy panties, shortie shorts, a pushup bra, some shit like that? Assuming ya got anything to push up." He laughed again at his wisecrack.

"Ya can wear anything ya want but when on the floor ya gotta wear bottoms. It's the law." He added.

Millie stared at him.

"Health rules." He said.

"I see." Millie just stood there.

"Well?" He asked, then he smiled like he was amused at her reaction.

"I am...I have...yes, I have other clothes."

"OK." He turned and yelled.

"Sally! Get yer dead ass out here and back to work, this ain't yer god damn vacation!" 

A woman came out from the back, she had on a nearly sheer tube top and a pair of white shorts that were the smallest Millie had ever seen. She glanced at Millie with disinterest and went behind the bar.

"Come on." The man turned and headed for the back, Millie followed along reluctantly. Once inside the tiny office, he reached around her and shoved the door shut. That mercifully blocked out most of the overly loud music, but now she felt trapped.

"So. What's yer name?" The man plopped himself down in an overstuffed chair behind a battered wooden desk.

"Millicent." She told him. The man looked at her and mouthed the word "Millicent."

"Man, that is a fucking mouthful, how about I call you Sissy? My name is Jay, by the way. The Pink Pussycat is my joint."

"I see. Well, can I try the job?" Millie asked.

"Yea, sure. Maybe. Let's see yer tits."

"What?"

"Yer tits! I wanna to see yer tits, hell, if they ain't cute I can't use you and I can't tell with that outfit you got on." He reached into a box and pulled out a crooked looking cigar.

"I thought you wanted a waitress?" 

"I do, but if you wanna make any money, ya gotta show a little skin. Let'm peek out for the guys that tip good."

"You want me to...take off my..blouse?" Millie felt her face flame again.

"Yea! God that is cute, hey, can you turn all pink like that whenever ya want to? Man, that would be great." He took a puff off of his smelly cigar, leaned back.

"Look, I need work but...I have never..." She looked down. She was very close to crying.

"Well, I ain't got all day here. If ya want the job I gotta see them, so either whip them out or take off."

"I don't want to be a...dancer." She told him, almost in a whisper.

"Yea, waitress. That's what the sign says. Ya bend over and serve drinks, guys get a peek at yer boob and they tip. That's where the money comes from. So you need to have nice looking titties!" His jaw clamped down on the cigar.

Millie sighed and steeled herself, reached up and took off the gray vest. Then she began to undo the buttons on her blouse. She peeled that back, revealing her white bra. 

Looking at him he motioned for her to hurry up.

Taking a deep breath, Millie unclipped the bra.

+++

Only two men in her life had ever seen her naked breasts except for the old Doctor her Mom took her to.

He must have been seventy at least. She had been mortified when the old Doctor had felt her breasts all over, even using his thumb and forefingers to roll her nipples.

Then she had to lay there on the table while he felt her insides, too. She had barely resisted the sudden urge to clamp her legs together when he stuck his head under the sheet, but it was too late for that by then.

She had tried as hard as she could to think of something else while the man was doing that, but she couldn't. She was completely aware of the touch, she could feel his finger as he slid it completely inside, and thankful that it was brief.

The other man was actually just a boy, she had allowed him to touch and play with her on their senior prom night. She had on pantyhose and panties and the boy was trying to figure out a way into them. That actually had felt sort of good, but then she made him stop when she realized he had his zipper down and his thing was sticking out. 

She had wanted to reach out and touch it, it looked so hard. But she didn't have the courage. 

Then there was a young man Millie had dated when she was in trade school.

That young man had pressed the issue of sex, telling her he loved her until finally she had given in and he took her virginity. That was very quick the first time.

After that, there had been a dozen or so sessions of sex, Millie found that she really did enjoy it and she finally got to touch one.

But one day he had become bored with her and moved on.

That was very close to the time when her Mother had passed, all of that had strangely helped in a way for her to survive the broken heart.

She had made up her mind after that, she would never again give herself to any male unless she was completely sure.

Now here she was baring her breasts to this crude man, just to get a job.

She looked up to see his reaction.

"Damn! You sure don't need to go hiding those, Honey! They ain't very big but man are they pretty! Yea, you got the job, you start tonight at 7, OK?"

She had expected him to demand to see the rest but he didn't and she was glad. She was fairly sure she would not have done that.

Back at home, Millie sat and petted Max, her mind in complete turmoil. 

She even went so far as to apologize to the cat, explaining out loud that she had to do what she was going to do so she could feed him, too. Max seemed to understand, turning to place his front feet against her belly and begin pushing.

"It's just for a little while, honey. Until I can find a real job." She said out loud.

+++

A few minutes befere 7 PM, Millie walked in the door at the Pink Pussycat. She wore a pair of dark shorts, they were only a little bit snug but the closest she had to anything sexy. She also had on a halter top she wore to the beach and the park on sunny days.

She had practiced at her apartment in front of the mirror, if she pushed her shoulder forward while leaning over, she could get just the upper edge of her nipple into view.

Lord. Millie could not believe that she was even doing that. Plus that man, the man who owned the bar? He had sat there looking at her naked breasts like he was inspecting a car for sale.

She had worn her coat over the outfit for the walk to work even though it was hot outside.

"Hey, Sissy! On time, too? The last girl thought she could come and go whenever she wanted to. This is Carla, she will show ya the ropes and where I keep all of the shit, OK?" Jay called out over the music when he saw her.

The day shift bartender she knew was named Sally walked by, giving her a glance as she left.

Carla was a short and very busty little brunette, her face had a big smile on it all the time. The first shock was when Carla served a table and one of the men reached out and rubbed her fanny, Carla didn't even flinch. She did squirm away with a laugh when the man tried to slip his fingers up the front of her shorts.

"There is a reason you want the shorts real tight, Sissy. If they aren't, you might end up with some jerk's finger up your snatch." She laughed like that was a joke.

"You need to get some better tops too, honey. You look like a Nun." Carla added with a grin.

The 2nd shock was when a tired looking woman came out on stage and wandered around for the first couple of songs in a tiny G-string. She was topless, her heavy breasts sagging quite a bit.

Then she lay down on her back, unclipped the G-string and spread her legs as wide as they would go. The display was extremely blatant. A man sitting in the front row tossed a couple of dollars onto the stage.

Millie steeled herself to that, did her best to ignore everything that was going on. By the end of her first shift she knew most of the drinks, by the end of the first week she was very good at slipping sideways out of the reach of groping hands.

There seemed to be a solid string of men coming in and leaving, the small place stayed very busy.

At home the first night, she petted Max and counted and recounted the $56.00 that was her half of the tips.




Temptations



The next day she rode the bus down to the supermarket, did some shopping. She bought several tins of the Salmon paste for Max, too.

By the end of the 2nd week, her average was up to over $100 per night, and she became very good at letting her halter top gape open enough for a good tipper to see her nipple for an instant.

She had lost her bashfulness about that, became almost numb to it. A few times one of the customers would go overboard with his hands, but Jay would be on that in an instant, and his well over six feet tall presense was very intimidating.

Just once a drunken man actually took a swing when Jay asked him to keep his hands to himself, that man was down so fast that Millie almost did not see the motion. She expected Jay to throw the man out, instead he took him to a chair in the corner and told him to sit there until he told him he could move.

Then he asked Millie to take the man some hot Coffee, so she did. The man made no attempt to touch her, he even told her thank you when she handed him a damp bar towel so he could dab at the blood on his mouth.

"He is just drunk, if I let him leave he might hurt somebody and then I would get sued." Jay answered her questioning look.

The customers seemed to mind Jay very well, she took a look at the rippling muscles of his upper body as he walked back to the bar and could see why.

Millie somehow felt reasonably safe after that with Jay there.

+++

It was in her mind to go find a regular job. She had no plans at all to work for Jay any longer than she had to.

But work was not easy to find, and even though Jay was a very crude man, he never bothered her at all, not one time.

And the money was good, Millie now even had a small bank account, and plenty of food for Max, plus for herself.

Then one night Jay asked her to have dinner with him. Millie did not know quite how to respond to that. 

She felt that he might expect...sex? No way would she do that, so if she did go, she was thinking she would somehow have to find a way to say no without upsetting him.

"Maybe." She told him, he nodded but frowned.

Later, she mentioned it to Carla, who by now had become a friend.

"Hell, go, why not? Jay takes all of his girls out from time to time, just to get to know them. He never does anything, either, if that's what you are thinking. To him it's all business."

"At least with me anyway, hell, I would fuck him in a New York minute but he has never asked. In fact, I have never seen him with a girl friend." With that, she laughed and went to wait on some people that came in.

Later, Carla and Millie talked again about Jay.

"No way in hell he is gay, honey." She answered when Millie asked. 

"He just doesn't take any of the girls home, and it beats me as to why. Hey, maybe you will be the lucky one?" Carla grinned at her.

"Thank you for asking me, I would love to have dinner with you." Millie told Jay later.

He just nodded.

+++

Jay picked her up at her apartment, Millie dressed in a pretty and conservative outfit.

"Damn, you look good enough to eat, Sissy!" He told her with a huge smile, holding the door of what was some kind of fancy bright red sports car for her.

Dressed in slacks and a sports jacket, Millie had never seen him looking like that. At work it was blue jeans and a T-shirt, always.

Clean shaven, well dressed with heavy shoulders, Jay was actually a fine looking man.

It was a very pleasant evening, and Millie noticed that Jay's manner and choice of words changed.

At work, he was the cigar smoking, on the rough side character normally wearing a muscle shirt, now he was a nice looking, well dressed man and actually courteous.

Dancing was fun, and it felt good when he was holding her. It had been a very long time since she had even dated, let alone danced with a man.

They talked, actually she mostly talked since Jay kept asking questions. She ended up telling him nearly her entire life story.

At one point she asked Jay a question about if he had ever been overseas, his face darkened and he shifted the subject.

Back at her apartment door, he leaned in and gave her a very brief kiss on the lips. Just as he leaned back, Max let out a yowl, wanting attention.

"Oh, you have a Cat? I love Cats, I have two of them myself." He grinned at her.

"You like Cats?"  Millie asked.

"Yea, I do. But don't ya tell anybody that shit, OK?" He grinned. 

He had nearly instantly changed back into Jay from the club, it was noticeable.

Millie half expected Jay to make a pass, do something. Instead, he got into his car and with a wave, was gone.

Later that night, Millie was relieving herself and her mind shifted to Jay and the way his body had been so close to hers when they danced, the way he smelled.

For some crazy reason that set her off.

A few days later they were counting out after the end of the shift, Jay handed her her share of the tips.

"Yer doing pretty good, you and Carla are about even now. When I first saw you, I figured you for lasting maybe two nights."

"I can be tough when I need to be." She laughed.

"Yea, I can see that. I..I almost wish...." He looked up at her.

"Wish what?" She asked. Jay's expression was different.

"Nothing." He said. 

"Yer a special gal, good asset around here. Thanks." He added.

They looked at each other, then Millie went home. That night she dreamed, Jay was holding her in his arms. The dream woke her up, she shook her head.

Several times after that at work she looked up to see Jay watching her intently, she just dismissed that.

+++

The condo Millie rented was very nice, she was so glad to get out of that ratty little apartment.

The other landlord was unhappy about that, he even offered her $25 off her rent if she would stay, staring at the tops of her breasts the whole time.

She did not really care if he looked, she was now well aware that nearly all men looked. She was no longer afraid of him, either.

At work, she mentioned to Jay that she was moving. When she said she needed to rent a truck, he offered her the use of his.

One thing led to another and one Sunday afternoon Jay was helping her move her few small possessions. She couldn't help but notice the way he moved heavy items with ease, once when they were very close she could smell the light sheen of sweat on him.

That moment she felt a little flutter, felt her crotch dampen. Until then she only thought of him in her private moments, then quickly forced it out of her mind.

"Now what in the hell is the matter with me?" She thought.

"Hey, Sissy? When we get you unloaded, let's go out for dinner. OK?"

"How about we grab some steaks and I fix you a nice dinner?" She asked.

Jay looked at her. For a moment he hesitated, then he agreed.

+++

"Man, you can cook can't you Millie?" Jay gushed, finally unable to eat any more. She beamed at that, plus it was one of the few times he called her by her real first name.

In the living room, she was surprised when Max came out, went right over to Jay and hopped up into his lap. His hand came up and stroked the Cat almost by instinct. It curled up and began to purr.

When her former landlord came to her door, Max had always vanished.

They sat and talked for several hours. Millie found out that Jay had served with the Army special forces, when he got out he had used his pay to buy the nightclub.

Then again his face darkened and he changed the subject.

Once again, she realized he was a completely different man than he was at work.

Then his face darkened again when she asked him why he was not married. She instantly regretted the question when she saw him struggle with his answer.

"You don't need to tell me." She added quickly.

"It's OK. I was married when I was in the..." 

"I loved that woman. But I was away so much, things happen, you know." He added.

"Yes, I know." Millie nodded, thinking back to her own experience with her one time boyfriend.

When Jay was finally leaving, Millie knew she did not want him to go. But she did not know the words to make him stay.

Once again, Jay leaned in and kissed her, again very brief.

+++

A few weeks slipped by, Millie was sort of hoping Jay might ask her out again but he didn't.

She also found herself asked out constantly but never went out with anyone at all.

Then one evening three men came in, two were young, younger than her but the 3rd man was about 30 or so and very good looking.

When one of the younger men reached out to pat Millie's behind as she was serving them beers, the older man slapped his hand away.

That was all there was to it but Millie noticed him. He also tipped her very well, and he looked her in the eyes instead of at her breasts like all the rest did.

He was back the next evening, alone this time. She served him, noticing he paid nearly no attention at all to the girls on stage. Instead, each time she glanced his way he was watching her.

From then on he came in every single night, sat and nursed just two beers. He always tipped her well, never said or did anything out of line.

Millie began to look for him, felt herself feeling a little flutter when he finally came in.

"Hey, you got one that likes you, Sissy!" Carla teased her as she went by with a tray of drinks.

"What makes you say that?" Millie asked her.

"That guy is blind to anyone in here but you!" Carla laughed.

+++

The surprise came when the young man came in one evening with an older man. The older man looked familiar, then it hit her.

It was Ben Carter, her old boss.

"Hello, Mr. Carter." Millie said when she approached their table to take the order.

Mr. Carter looked up in surprise, there was a moment of confusion, then he realized.

"Millie! Well, I will be damned. Danny here told me that he wanted me to see the most beautiful woman on Earth, I had no idea at all it was you!"

Millie looked at the younger man who appeared like he wanted to find someplace to hide.

"So now you have a name? Danny, is it? My name is Siss...Millie." She grinned at him.

"Dan here is my son, he just got home from Iraq a few weeks ago." Mr. Carter said.

Things progressed quickly from that point.

+++

The first date was the usual, dinner, then to a concert. Dan was polite, at her door he leaned in for a kiss so she allowed that.

By the third date, Dan attempted to do some petting in the car, she wasn't quite ready for that and resisted.

That appeared to make him mildly angry but he didn't say anything.

She did notice that when Danny came in, Jay watched them even more closely if that was possible.

But he never said anything. There had been thoughts, Millie had waited, almost hoped Jay would perhaps ask her out again.

But he didn't. Like Carla had told her, to Jay all it was, was business.

A couple of weeks later, Millie was thinking about Dan. He seemed to be nice, it crossed her mind perhaps he might be the one?

Perhaps it was time. Sex? It had been so long, and Danny was a nice looking man. Maybe it was time?

Those thoughts, the temptation was there.

On their next date, she invited him inside.

They were sitting on her couch, Millie noticed that her cat Max instantly went over and got underneath the coffee table, lay there staring at them.

Then Dan slid closer to her, put one arm around her. His other hand slid across her belly, that felt good. Dan stroked her several times, his hand slid upwards, found one of her breasts and cupped it.

Millie felt the wetness flood her body, as she did the image of Jay slid into her mind. She tried to ignore that, think of the moment but she could not.

Dan was rubbing her nipple with one hand, her blouse pushed upwards with the other. She felt the wetness as his mouth came down suckled her nipple into it.

"No. Don't!" She said suddenly, pushing him away.

"What in the hell?" Dan asked loudly, sitting up.

"I don't...I can't...." Millie quickly adjusted her clothing.

"What is this, I am not good enough for you? Jesus Christ, you flash your boobs all over at everybody, then tease the hell out of me and now say no?"

"Dan, I am sorry. I just can't, I thought I was ready but I'm not." She stood up.

"This is a bunch of shit! You can't leave me like this!" She could see he was angry, he reached out and grabbed her shoulders roughly, began to push Millie back onto the couch.

Max tore into the man's leg furiously with all of his claws, turned his head and sank his fangs.

Dan's face changed to shock and pain, he swung at the Cat but of course missed completely. It backed off, the hairs on it's back sticking up, it's tail swinging.

Dan backed away as Max advanced, the sound very threatening. He tugged up his pants leg, blood was streaming down it. Max circled around, got between Millie and Dan. Then it made a couple of false charges, hissing.

"Keep that thing away from me!" Dan backed towards the door.

When he was gone, Millie sat down in her chair and cried. Max came and snuggled up in her lap, acting concerned.

"Good kitty." She told him as he purred contentedly.

+++

"So where is the new boyfriend?" Carla asked her a few days later.

"Out of the picture, I thought there was something there, there wasn't."

Then she told Carla about what happened, which she found hilarious.

"No wonder you ain't got any boyfriends, if you keep a danged mountain lion at home! She giggled.

"Max only weighs about 8 pounds." Millie laughed with her.

"So why don't you give Jay another try?" Carla asked.

"He doesn't...I don't think he wants to, it is just business with him.

"Some guys you can just sit there and they will go for it, other guys you have to get the door locked and yank their pants down!" She roared at that.

"Yea, sure, I doubt that would work." Millie said.

"Well, it didn't work for me, I tried." Carla answered.

"You did?"

"Yea, I took off my shirt and went for it but he told me no. Kind of hurt my feelings." She laughed.

"But I bet he just might let you." She grinned over her shoulder, heading off to wait on another customer..

+++

Millie was pleased when Jay asked her out to dinner the next week. It was another pleasant evening, which ended up exactly the same as the other few times.

Jay did ask her about Dan, he was of course aware they had dated. Millie told him all about it, leaving out the part about her thinking of him when with Dan.

"That little cat actually did that?" He laughed.

Millie nodded. She had been amazed at Max coming to her rescue the instant Dan had put his hands on her. She had no idea any of them would even do that.

"But Max climbs right into your lap?" Millie grinned at him.

"Probably because he knows I would never hurt you." Jay told her.

Millie looked at Jay, his eyes met hers. She leaned in for a kiss, Jay kissed her. This time it was more than just a touch of the lips, she felt her body flush with desire.

Then Jay leaned back.

"Jay, do you like me?" Millie asked.

"Yes, probably more than any woman I ever knew." He answered.

"So tell me. What is it, why don't you...." She left the rest of the question hanging.

Jay looked down, it took him a long time to answer.

"I was..we were on patrol, we got hit and I...I don't have...? I know, I act all tough and strong at work but I got pretty badly torn up, and I only have...just one."

"One what?" That confused her.

"You know...one. I am pretty...ugly...down there, with the scars and all." He actually blushed, Millie had never seen Jay blush before.

That was when Millie realized what Jay was trying to say.

"Is that it? Jay, it's you I love, I don't care about that."

"You do? You love me?"

"Yea, I do. Crabby, blunt, making me show you my breasts within 5 minutes of meeting me, yes, I do."

"Well, I am in love with you, too!" Jay grinned.

"So what is taking you so damned long?" Millie was laughing now.

"I was..I am afraid that if you saw me, you would be..they did a lot of surgery and I have...scars?"

"Jay..." Millie started to protest that it didn't matter.

"I see so many women, they come and they go. I just wanted to be...sure?"

"Much longer and I will have gray hair." She said.

Jay still didn't move.

"Carla told me to just lock the door, and it's locked."

He looked slightly confused at that.

"Then she told me to yank your pants down!" She dropped to her knees and reached for his belt.

"What about Max?" He asked looking over at the cat that lay there on the floor watching.

"Max won't mind." Millie said, reaching inside.

Jay was correct, he had only one testicle.

It worked just fine.

There were some rather obvious scars, Millie did not mind that, either.

+++

Max was curled up sound asleep in the corner of her bed when she woke up. She looked over at Jay, his face smiling in sleep.

She gave the covers a tug, he already had more than half of them.

She giggled to herself, she could get used to that. Reaching over, she stroked her hand down over Jay's belly, then finding him limp she let her fingers run up and down him until he began to harden.

She could feel the hard ridge of scars on the side of his member, remembered the sensation of that as Jay had held her lips open and slipped inside, trying to be careful to not hurt her.

It didn't hurt, in fact, it felt wonderful. She made sure he knew that it was not hurting her as she energetically used her body to meet his efforts.

Jay's eyes opened at her touch, he smiled.

"You really are here, aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes, honey. I really am, and I always will be."

+++

Carla looked up when Jay and Millie walked into the Pink Pussycat. 

She knew instantly, since they were holding hands.

Even Sally behind the bar grinned at that.

Millie went and got her tray, went to work as Jay stepped behind the bar.

"So how was he?" Carla whispered.

"None of your business." Millie whispered back.

Carla laughed.

"Watch this, I got a live one dropping $5 bills. I am going to go stick my tits halfway up his nose!" She grinned and was off.

Millie looked over at Jay, winked. They had already agreed, her name was Millie again, no need to be Sissy.

Yea, at work she could act naughty, show off a little tit, tease the guys. It made them happy and they spent money.

She was not ashamed of a single bit of it.

It was time to go find her own live one. Looking around the room, she spotted a table with three young men, they we looking her direction. With a smile, she headed that way.

They had already introduced Max to Jay's two cats, not completely sure of what would happen.

They were both females, even though they were fixed.  Max did not appear to mind them at all.

Millie glanced down at her top, she could see her nipples herself. The customers? They would not be able to miss that, either.

It helped make money, she no longer was the shy young lady she was once. The room was busy, it looked like a good night coming up.

Then she could go home. Home with her man.

Who would have ever dreamed where life can end up?



Temptations and Decisions



Chapter 1

I'm a twenty eight year old woman. After being married for four years, I would have told you that I was not the type of woman who would ever carry on an affair. So I was very surprised to find myself in the arms of another man. It all seemed like a dream at the time as I let my husband talk me into taking a lover.

My story is hard to tell because I scarcely understood what I was doing as it happened. Along the way I learned of a hidden desire of my husband's to be subservient to me about even the most important things. And incredibly, I found a thrill in dominating him. And then my own emotions and desires took us places that I'm sure he never even imagined. He took a huge risk partly at my urging, and in the end he lost everything. This is what happened to us.

My story started one afternoon when I reactivated a dormant browsing session on our home computer. I was a little surprised to find myself looking at some rather graphic pornography showing a woman having sex with one man as another watched. I clicked back through the previous links in the search and turned up more and more material. A general theme started to become apparent in the links. All of the material involved men watching a partner having sex with other men. I was surprised by what I found, but also a little turned on from watching it.

I was tempted to ask my husband David about what I'd found, but I held back. David and I are usually pretty open with each other about our sexual wants and needs, so I found it strange that he had never breathed a word of this predilection before. If it was just the idea of a MMF threesome I would have asked him about it openly. 

There was more to these videos than group sex. In several of them the woman's partner was clearly more of a spectator than a participant. Did David have a secret he found too embarrassing to discuss even with me? I thought about this for a while before I came up with a different tactic to broach the topic.

I usually go out with some girlfriends once or twice a month. It was just after a night out that I had found the porn links and I suspected that my husband did his porn surfing while I was out with the girls. I told David that I had another girl's night out coming up the next Friday even though I had no plans. It was unusually devious of me to lie to him and set him up to be discovered.

I dressed up nicely and gave David a kiss before I headed out the door. Then I drove to a nearby coffee shop to enjoy a cup. After I figured I'd lingered long enough I drove back home. I left the car in the street and walked to a side door on the opposite end of the house from the den. I let myself in quietly and took off my shoes. 

I walked across the house in absolute silence. Soon I found myself peeking into the den. As expected, David was sitting in front of the computer viewing pornography. As I continued to watch I realized he was stroking himself as he clicked through the pages. Then I walked into the room.

David gave a jump as he heard me come in. He minimized the browser with one hand and stuffed his cock back into his sweats with the other as he turned and caught sight of me. I gave a little giggle because his cock was tenting his sweats so badly. Then I leaned against him from behind the chair. I slipped one hand into his pants and pulled his cock back out. I put my mouth right next to his ear.

"I want you to keep surfing while I watch." I told him.

He hesitated at first and then clicked on the browser. The first window showed a pretty woman being fucked hard from behind. She had another man's penis in her mouth. It was quite erotic to watch them having sex. I started to stroke David in my hand.

"What's the other window?" I asked him after we watched the two men ejaculate all over the woman's face and butt in the video. 

He clicked on it as well, and a page of text opened up. I read a little and realized it was a long story of erotic fiction. It was too long to read so I asked David to summarize it for me.

"It's this story about these two..." He began.

"Wait...stop!" I said with unusual force. David glanced at me with some surprise. "Tell it to me in the first person." I told him.

He thought it over for a while and finally he began the tale. "You and I have an old friend over for drinks. We all get a little drunk playing cards together and eventually I suggest we play strip poker. I'm turned on by the idea of possibly having my wife expose herself in front of our friend." 

"We play for a while and you lose all of your clothes first. You are sitting naked in front of our friend and I'm incredibly turned on by it. I figure we should stop the game, but I'm even more excited when you suggest we keep playing. 

"You make a big act that you feel cheated at not getting to see our friend naked too. You suggest a new rule since you are out of clothing. This rule is that if you lose, you will have to do whatever the winner says. I'm nervous at the idea because I'm not sure what our friend might ask you to do. But I'm also really turned on by the idea that you might have sex with him in front of me."

He stopped for a moment. I think he was getting a little close to orgasm so I slowed down my stroking.

"On the next hand you lose. Our friend has won, and he asks you to give me oral sex while he watches. I'm relieved that he did not order you to do something with him, but also disappointed in a way." 

"You are totally embarrassed, but agree do as he has ordered. As you bend over my cock you are exposing your naked pussy directly to our friend. I close my eyes for a moment as you deep throat me. When I open them he is kneeling behind you, looking to me for approval. I can scarcely believe it when I give him a nod."

"As I watch, our friend inserts his cock in your pussy and starts to fuck you from behind. You are loving the feel of it and you moan continuously around my cock. The sight of our friend fucking you is too much for me and I come in your mouth. You swallow my load and then our friend comes as well, filling your pussy."

"He comes inside me? Do you like that?" I ask with a whisper in David's ear. This was a surprising detail.

David hesitated, so I stroked his cock a little harder. Finally he confessed "Yes. It's hot." 

"Is he wearing a condom?" I asked. 

"No." David groaned as he began to ejaculate in my hand. Warm semen spurted from his cock and ran down over my fingers. I rubbed the slick cum all over his softening shaft.

With my husbands kinky erotic fantasy now in the open, I asked him to tell me more about it. He was embarrassed, but slowly got it out. He told me that the idea of sharing me with other men was something that could reliably turn him on. He also confessed that he wasn't sure that it was something that he'd really ever be able to act out. 

I wanted to be reassured that this was just a harmless fantasy, but I wasn't sure I believed David on this point. He was embarrassed by this kinky fantasy of his, and I suspected he was more interested in trying it than he let on.

Chapter 2

Over the next few months, I managed to turn my husband's fantasy into a sexual game we could play every once in a while. The pattern pretty much followed the first time I tried it. It started when I knew my husband was just about at the end of his workday in his office. I gave him a call.

"Are you alone?" I asked him.

"Sure. What's up?" He replied.

"Oh, I was just so naughty today. I thought I better call you before you came home."

"Naughty? Did you buy something?" I heard both puzzlement and irritation in his voice.

"No. I was downtown earlier and I ran into Adam. I hadn't seen him in ages." Adam is a friend of ours. He had shifted to a night job some six months ago and we'd struggled to see much of him since then. "So I asked him to grab a coffee with me to catch up."

"So how's Adam doing these days?" David asked. I could tell he was trying to get me to cut to the chase, but I wasn't going to hurry.

I giggled nervously. "He's fine. I told him I'd forgotten that I had some laundry in the washer so I asked him back to the house where I'd make us a pot of coffee." Next came the tricky part.

"So we sat at the table chatting for a while and I swear it seemed like he was flirting with me. I looked down a moment and he had a big bulge in his pants just sitting there at the table." 

"What?" I knew David was confused by the unexpected turn in the story.

"He caught me looking at his crotch and then he asked me if I liked what I saw. He asked me if I wanted to touch it. Oh, I don't know what came over me but I reached out and started to touch him. He felt really big and hard inside his pants. I just sat there and stroked him for a while."

David was stunned to silence, so I plunged on. 

"He grabbed me from the table and in a moment he had me on the floor. He pulled off my pants and before I knew it he was inside me. He was so big and hard that he just filled me up perfectly. I must have come five times while he fucked me. Finally he came, throbbing so hard that I could feel every pulse of his load into my pussy."

"What happened then?" David asked in a quiet, strained voice over the phone.

"Oh, he pulled on his clothes in a hurry and let himself out. Now I'm just lying here with my lover's cum dripping from me and wondering how fast you can get home."

Telling this work of fiction to David over the phone had gotten my own arousal stoked. I was literally dripping wetness into my panties from the arousal of my own story.

As it turned out, David could get home pretty fast. He was more aroused than I'd seen him in ages. As he fucked me he started talking about my fictional lover, telling me he could feel the wetness of his semen in my vagina and asking me if Adam had shot a big load into me. Then he came himself with an intense climax while pumping a big load of his own into my pussy. It was very hot.

That night I had an erotic dream about being fucked by Adam on the kitchen floor. I woke up in the middle of the night and groggily realized that I had orgasmed in my sleep. 

Chapter 3

I played the new fantasy game for David a few times over the next couple months. David started to talk about really going through with watching me having sex with other men. He seemed to be talking himself into trying to make his fantasy a reality. The whole idea was driving me crazy with desire too, but I knew that going any further was going to be a bad idea. I decided to stop playing the fantasy game for a while. I figured we'd just cool off over time.

David is a young professional at his firm and makes pretty good money. I'd lost my low level accounting job during the recession, but since we were still well off my unemployment was not a big problem. Being home, I had a lot of time during the days to run errands and get things done. During the week I'd usually stop by my fitness center for a workout every other day. The place was fairly empty on weekday mornings so it was a perfect time to get in a workout. 

The owner was a guy in his mid thirties named Paul. He was frequently there in the mornings as he liked to get in a workout when the place was not crowded too. We wound up chatting quite a bit while exercising and we became friends.

Paul had started a manufacturing business when he was fresh out of college. He'd grown his own company into something big before finally selling it all for a nice profit. He had bought into the chain of fitness centers as a side investment and eventually bought out his partners to own the whole thing. He would often joke that running the fitness centers was just his retirement hobby. 

Paul was obviously quite successful for such a young man. He had a combination of intelligence, drive, good business sense and charm. 

We talked off and on during our workouts and he would give me a lot of tips. Over time he sort of became my personal trainer. He devised a complete exercise regimen for me and kept updating it. He was really good as a trainer and the quality of my workouts really improved. I felt like I was getting a lot better toning and strength in less time with his techniques. 

Paul was also very attractive. I had never been with any kind of body builder or athlete during my dating years, so I was intrigued by his body. He was pretty beefy, but not in that gross, bulging way of serious steroid fueled weightlifters. He just had a lot of definition from hours working out. 

Paul was also prone to flirting with me during our sessions and I have to admit I liked the attention. It was nothing too blatant, and he never said anything that was out of line. He would just make compliments about how I was in such good shape and so firm and toned. Still, I could tell the comments were more than just politeness. 

I found myself getting aroused during my weekly sessions. Standing close to Paul and feeling his strength as he held me and walked me through various exercises was a big turn on. It's flattering to have a very attractive man coming on to you, even if you aren't available. I think I was getting a little bit too flirty with him, but I avoided worrying about my misgivings. I blew off the warning signs that I was letting myself develop a crush on Paul.

One mistake I made was confessing to David that I found my personal trainer to be pretty hot. After I'd let that slip, David started to subtly push me to get involved with Paul. He suggested we try a threesome and even suggested that it would be hot for him if I just had sex with Paul and then told him about it like the games we'd played on the phone. I could scarcely admit it to myself but the idea was a big turn on.

This all came to a head one morning at the fitness center. David had been attending a series of teleconferences with the Japanese office during the week and was working strange hours. I was happy to get out of the house so that he could sleep in. I'd spent the morning feeling a little horny having yet another nocturnal orgasm while dreaming of being fucked by strange men. I was looking forward to my workout session because I was growing to love the little ways that Paul made me feel attractive and desirable. 

I got lost in a daydream as I drove over for our appointment, actually picturing myself having wild sex with Paul. I was almost uncomfortably aroused as I parked the car. When I walked in the door Paul waved for me to come over to where he was standing in the back of the main exercise room. He was wearing his customary light shorts and a tight T-shirt. I admired his body as I walked over. 

Paul ran his eyes over me as I came towards him. I was wearing tight spandex shorts and a tech shirt over my sports bra. I got a shiver from his look as I contemplated that my body was turning him on. It was very flattering for me to think that I could be so attractive to a good looking man.

"We just got new free weights." He gestured. In a small adjoining room were some boxes and weights. "I'm unpacking them now. Take a look."

I stepped into the room with Paul. I hefted a pair of the barbells.

"See the new grips?" He said. "They feel nice, and won't get slick in your hands."

I nodded. Paul grasped my hips and walked me through a set of reps with the new weights. For a moment I thought I felt his erection as he brushed against my butt. I flushed as my earlier fantasy of having sex in with Paul rose again in my mind. A surge of arousal hit me.

"You have really been making progress Nicole. Your body is really looking great." He said from behind me. I smiled at the compliment. 

Paul walked around in front of me to show me another exercise with the new weights. As he stood before me, my eyes dropped to his waist without my even thinking about it. He was obviously erect inside his shorts, with a large bulge stretching the thin material. 

I struggled to control my thoughts. Was I turning him on so easily? I was very randy that afternoon. I was more attracted to Paul than I wanted to admit, lusting for him in a way that I had not felt in a long time. I licked my lips as I stared at him. If Paul made a move, I didn't know if I'd be able to stop him.

I suddenly realized that I had been staring at his erection during a long and uncomfortable silence. I slowly pulled my eyes up to his face. He wore a knowing smile and I blushed as I realized how obvious I'd been. Paul's erection telegraphed his desire. What Paul didn't know was that my husband had been encouraging me to fuck him for weeks. This little bit of information was suddenly on my mind. 

Sensing that I was teetering on the edge of acceptance, he took a chance and stepped close to kiss me. I felt my knees getting weak and I set the weights down on a bench that was next to me. What should have been a small bit of harmless flirting was turning into a lot more. With my husband pushing me to fuck Paul, there was suddenly very little in the way to stop me from doing it.

In what felt like a dream state, I reached down and grasped Paul's cock through his thin shorts. He was large, certainly larger than anyone I'd touched before. David has a nice cock that I think of as probably pretty much average length and girth. Paul's cock felt like it might be longer. It was certainly much thicker. I was afraid that it might hurt when he penetrated me. With a start I realized that I'd already decided to have sex with him. Was I really going to do this?

Paul pushed the door to the storeroom closed and pulled off my shirt and bra. I didn't do anything to stop him. I was on fire, kissing him all over and rubbing his penis through his shorts. I could feel my wetness flooding between my lips as he began to rub my stiff nipples. 

As he kissed me he pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. He held me firmly and eased me down to the floor. As I lay back he grasped the waistband of my shorts and started to pull. I lifted my butt off the carpet so he could strip me naked.

Paul ran his eyes over my naked body as he peeled off his own shorts.

"I've wanted you so bad since the first time I ever saw you." He told me as he knelt between my spread legs. Then he leaned forward over me.

I felt his cock bump against me and I shifted my hips a little to position him at the mouth of my vagina. He gave a push and perhaps half of his thickness slid into me. I jumped as he penetrated me for the first time. He was very wide and I was being stretched to the limit. It hurt a little, but with the pain came a huge sensation of pleasure.

Paul pulled back out a bit and then slid back in. After a dozen strokes or so I felt him finally bottom out. His large balls rested against my ass and I felt deliciously full of his massive prick. 

"You feel so good." He told me as he paused to let me adjust to the feeling of having him filling me up. 

From there Paul started fucking me hard and steadily on the floor towards my first orgasm. I felt slippery friction everywhere in my vulva and his heavy balls slapped against my ass with each slow thrust. I could not believe how fast I reached my first peak.

"Oh God you feel so good!" I groaned. "Fuck me, fuck me." I begged him as I came.

Once I'd come the first time I rolled him over so I could be on top. I ground my clit and lips against his hard pubic bone as his prick filled me all the way up. I rode him through a long series of peaks until I started to get tired. When I finally stopped moving, Paul urged me to climb off and kneel on the floor.

He climbed to his knees and took me from behind. He fumbled behind me for a moment and then he slid back into me. His cock was going really deep in this position. I heard him gasping a bit and I realized he was going to climax soon. Abruptly he groaned and pulled my hips back, jabbing his cock into me as hard as he could. I felt him throbbing for a long time as he filled my pussy with his seed. It was so naughty and so erotic to let this man inseminate me right there in the storeroom. 




Temptations and Decisions



Sated, he finally fell back and let his cock slip from my hole. I was embarrassed and flustered, so I dressed pretty quickly to get out of there.

"Look, I, um..." Paul began.

"It's OK. Just don't..." I spoke softly. I gave Paul a quick peck to show that I wasn't mad at him and quickly let myself out. I drove home in a few minutes and let myself in to the house. David was sitting at the table finishing a late breakfast before heading to work. 

"Did you have a good workout?" He asked me.

"Not really. I wound up having sex with Paul on the floor instead." I replied. David had no idea I was telling the truth. I certainly had his attention though. He came over and started to kiss me. As he pulled me close I could feel that he was already erect.

"Tell me about it." He asked me, still thinking that I'd revived our fantasy game with a new fictional encounter.

"Well, he just came on to me and I didn't stop him." I said. "I knew how bad you wanted me to have sex with him, so I just finally gave in. He had a really big cock." I added for no particular reason.

By now David had me on the sofa and was pulling off my shorts and panties. I'd started dripping almost as soon as I'd gotten into the car and by the time I'd walked into the house there was so much cum it had overwhelmed my panties and was running down my leg. As David pulled them off the scent of semen became fairly obvious between us. I saw him stop and look down into the crotch of my panties for a moment 

"He must have shot a huge load." I mused. I giggled thinking of how turned on Paul had been and how he had ejaculated so much inside me. 

David looked shocked for just a moment. He reached down with a finger and I felt him spreading Paul's semen all over my pussy lips as he finally realized that I was not making the story up. 

Then he was pulling off his pants in a hurry. In a moment he slipped his hard cock into me. I was so soaking wet that he bottomed out in one effortless thrust. After a dozen strokes he came, he was so aroused that he also seemed to ejaculate for an eternity. Finally the last intermittent spasms of his climax faded and he stopped. 

Hormonal birth control like the pill gives me headaches so I have to use other methods. It was only after David had finished that it occurred to me that I had just fucked both my lover and my husband without having my diaphragm in. I was shocked by the risk I had taken, but since I wasn't very close to ovulation I pushed the worry from my mind.

Chapter 4

At first I decided that giving in and having sex with Paul was a mistake, and I resolved that I would not do it again. One problem was that David kept pestering me for a repeat performance. What he really wanted was for me to bring Paul home so he could watch, but there was no way I was up for that. 

The bigger issue was that I didn't quite want to stop having sex with Paul either. He'd been a very good lover and I found myself thinking about our tryst several times. Being chased by a strange and handsome man was in some ways addicting. Ultimately I wound up having sex with Paul three more times in his office at the Fitness Center. Given the circumstances, our couplings were necessarily brief. Despite this, they were still quite satisfying. Paul was a very attentive and talented lover. After each round I'd tell David what we had done. He would get to be out of his mind with arousal.

After I told David about the encounters we would immediately have sex. With each successive encounter I became more and more verbally aggressive with David. I would ask him how he liked seeing my lover's semen running from my pussy and I would tell him what a great fucking Paul had given me. It seemed like the more I taunted David, the more aroused he became. 

I was hugely conflicted by what I was doing. The affair felt wrong, and yet it wasn't because my husband was approving. I felt like I was starting to lose respect for my husband as he not only tolerated, but encouraged my infidelity. That month was David's birthday. I asked him if he had any special requests, thinking he might want to go out for dinner someplace nice together. To my surprise, he took the opportunity to ask me to bring Paul home so he could watch me being fucked. I nodded slowly, feeling a little sick at the thought that my husband wanted to watch his wife being fucked by another man for his birthday. 

I was at the center of a confused whirl of emotions regarding David right then. I can explain this perhaps a little better now with hindsight, but at the time I was quite confused about what I wanted. David was still the smart, funny and wonderful man I had married. I still loved him dearly.

Warring with this, I wondered why he would not stake his rightful claim to me. Why did he so enjoy my sexual adventuring and why could he not see what it was doing to us?

And between all this was my attraction to Paul. Paul was great looking, attentive and sexually powerful. Paul was more like an addictive drug that was only eroding my attachment to David. For now I was working under the illusion that I could love one man and have fun fucking another.

I offered up a compromise. "What if I bring Paul back one time for you to watch? One last time and then we will stop." 

David thought it over for only an instant before agreeing.

The following week I had my period so our plans had to wait for the week after that. It seemed like a good idea for this last tryst with Paul to be early in my cycle. I had never forgotten to use my diaphragm again after the first time, but it seemed like a good idea to avoid fucking Paul while ovulating.

The following Tuesday found me back at the fitness center hoping to find Paul there. I was very much ready to be fucked. David had taken the day off and was going to hide in our large walk-in closet. I didn't want to try and explain David's strange fantasy to Paul and I was afraid Paul would refuse. A bit of subterfuge seemed best.

Paul didn't seem too flirtatious; he simply started our workout routine. I wondered if I would actually have to seduce him. Soon I was covered in a light sweat from my exertion. Before I knew it our time was up.

"Big plans for the day, Nicole?" He asked me.

"Not really. I'm going to go home for a quick shower and then lunch"

Paul gave me some admonishment about watching my diet. He talked about how proper nutrition is a critical part of any fitness regimen. 

"Why don't you come home with me and fix me a nutritious lunch then, Paul?" I asked him. He recognized a come-on when he heard it and was happy to agree.

I drove home and observed Paul's car following me in the rearview mirror. He parked in the street and joined me at the door. He tried to grab me for an embrace in the foyer, but I waved him off. "You'll find whatever food we have in the kitchen right there." I told him. Then I quickly went up to the master bedroom. 

I looked in on David when I reached the room. "Paul is downstairs for the moment." I told him. "You should hide in the closet." I stripped naked and started the shower in the adjoining bath. I got my diaphragm case out of my nightstand to insert it while I waited for the water to warm up. I felt David grab me from behind for an embrace.

As he kissed me, I could tell he was excited by what was about to happen because he was breathing a little hard and his heart was racing. As we embraced he suddenly wrapped his hand around my case. Before I could say a word he took it away from me. Before I could react, he released me. Still holding my birth control he disappeared into his closet hiding spot. 

I started to realize that David was under the spell of his strange fantasy and had somehow decided that he wanted to watch me being impregnated by my lover. This was fine in a fantasy world, but I wasn't going to let Paul knock me up. I couldn't afford to get into a fight with David right then with Paul just downstairs, so I quickly decided that I would simply use a condom from our nightstand.

Once I was under the stinging spray I started to soap myself all over. I slipped my right hand over my vulva. My lips were swollen and thick with arousal despite the low key flirting with Paul during my workout today. I shivered just from lightly rubbing on my outer lips. 

I turned off the shower and toweled off. When I stepped from the master bathroom into the bedroom I wasn't too surprised to have company. Paul was standing nude in the center of the room, grasping his hard cock and staring at my nakedness. His eyes locked on my pussy and I felt heat rush to my face.

"I thought we were going to get something to eat?" I asked him.

"Sure." Paul grinned and stroked his cock a bit more aggressively. He was rock hard. I realized that he wanted me to give him oral sex. I'd never done this with him but the idea suddenly appealed to me.

I dropped to my knees before Paul. I grasped his cock and jacked him lightly in my hand. I got a much better look at his penis now and I was able to confirm my earlier impressions. He was something like seven or eight inches long and a couple inches in diameter. I circled my fingers around his shaft and my middle fingertip would not quite reach my thumb. I'd never been interested in penis size before, but for some reason I found Paul's big cock and heavy balls to be a turn on. 

I ran my tongue up and down his length before I started to run it all around the head. Finally I opened wide and took his length into my mouth. I gripped the base to control his thrusting and let Paul start to fuck my mouth. He was at the limit of what I could fit in my throat without gagging, but I managed. 

I thought about what I must look like to David. Here I was kneeling subserviently before my lover while dutifully blowing him. As I sucked him deep over and over I heard his breathing turn ragged and I knew he was getting close. 

"Oh yeah. I'm going to come. I'm going to come in your mouth." He told me.

Finally he reached the point of no return. Paul's thighs were tensing up and I felt the base of his cock begin throbbing between my fingers. Paul had always seemed to leave my pussy full of his huge loads, and I decided I wanted to watch him ejaculate. As the first of his cum rushed up the length of his shaft I pulled my mouth off of him and stared intently at his penis.

His first pulses jetted from him with surprising strength and landed across my cheek and lips. The next several pulses seemed to boil out of the tip of his cock to dribble all across my breasts. Overall he delivered a shockingly big load of cum and I was liberally coated with it. I realized that I was so turned on by blowing Paul that I had wetness literally running from my pussy and down my leg. I cannot ever remember being so wet.

After servicing Paul, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I licked my lips and tasted the familiar flavor of semen. The taste of him was making me even more aroused. I invited him to come and lick my wet pussy. Paul obligingly knelt before me and lowered his head between my thighs. He ran his tongue all around my inner thighs, slowly drawing closer to my center as he went.

Soon he was running his tongue up and down my outer lips. I was dying to feel him on my clit. Paul teased me for several minutes before he finally delivered. Just as I thought I would go mad he finally slipped his tongue between my lips and started to run it around and around my clit in small circles. I felt my arousal building quickly.

As I got closer, Paul slipped a finger into me. It felt so good to be penetrated by his slender hardness. After another minute he slipped in a second. Paul slowly fucked me with his fingers as his tongue ran around my clit in fast circles. I moaned as I was gripped with my first climax.

"I'm coming!" I gasped as my vagina clamped down on Paul's fingers like a vice. Waves of pleasure ran through me.

After I'd come, I was desperate to be penetrated by Paul's fat cock. I got a condom from the drawer and opened the package. As I went to roll it onto Paul, he murmured in my ear "Why?" I'd fucked Paul without a condom four times previously and I imagine he was wondering what prompted the change. 

I didn't want to explain just what had happened to my diaphragm, and since I had just finished my period I decided to skip it. The risk was going to be really low anyway and condoms always made me dry out. I'd just ask him to pull out, I finally decided. 

I casually dropped the condom to the floor and pulled Paul towards me, urging him to fuck me. Paul's cock had revived as he licked my pussy. He grasped his thick prick in his hand as he guided it to my opening. 

"You need to pull out." I whispered to Paul as he lodged the head of his cock against the mouth of my vagina. "Ohhh...yeah!" I groaned as I felt his thick shaft spreading me wide open. I was soaking wet with arousal and he soon bottomed out. Paul started to fuck me in earnest and I was soon coming on his dick. 

After a while I wanted to be on top again. I told Paul to lay on his back and then I mounted him. I noted that Paul's semen had turned thinner and was running all down my breasts and chest. I could smell him everywhere on me. I grasped his cock to line it up with my dripping hole. He was smeared with my lubrication and was shiny wet. I rubbed my hand up and down his slick shaft a few times to enjoy the feel of him before I finally sat down. I groaned as I impaled myself.

Paul had endless endurance since he'd already ejaculated once. I rode him through uncounted orgasms. Eventually I started to grow tired and I was starting to get sore from the relentless pounding. 

"I want you to come now." I told him. "Remember to pull out." 

Paul rolled me off of him and had me lay flat on my belly on the bed. He lay on top of me and I felt his cock slip back in. With my legs nearly together, my pussy lips gripped his penis in a wet embrace that increase the sensation for both of us. I started to gasp and come like wild from the intense friction. After only a few minutes Paul started to pant too. He was getting close to his climax. 

I didn't really think about it, but this was not a good position for him pull out of me easily, especially since he was working so hard to achieve a second orgasm. Paul lowered his head and was breathing hard against my ear as he pounded into my wet vagina. He started to moan a bit as he worked hard to coax a second orgasm out of himself. 

"Oh yeah...getting close. Uhn! Oh yeah." He muttered in my ear. 

Abruptly he stiffened and stopped thrusting with his cock buried deep inside me. 

"You're coming inside me!" I moaned. His body pinned me to the bed and I couldn't move.

A second later I felt him start throbbing as he started shooting another big load of semen into my pussy. I was trapped under Paul's weight and I could do nothing while he inseminated me. Honestly, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to fill my unprotected pussy with his potent seed. He twitched and pulsed for an eternity before he finally became still.

Paul rolled off of my body and I felt his softening cock slip from my abused pussy. I felt sweat cooling on my skin and I tried not to think about the millions of sperm that Paul had just put into me. I rationalized that it was still over a week until I was likely to ovulate and so I was probably safe. 

This was the first time we'd been together outside of the limited opportunities afforded by Paul's office and he seemed to want to hold me for a while. I decided I was a little pissed about him coming inside me and I knew David was probably beside himself in the closet. I acted a little cool towards Paul until he got the hint.

Eventually Paul got up, dressed and left. I lay on the bed and listened to the door close. As soon as Paul was gone, David emerged from the closet. I could tell he was aroused beyond anything I'd seen before. I was sore from the fucking Paul had given me and I did not want David inside me. 

As David got close I grabbed him and urged him to lie back. I slipped lower and started to fellate him. He sighed and moaned for a few minutes. "I want you to sixty-nine me." He begged. David loves the visual addition of my body kneeling over him when he is getting a blowjob.

"No, I don't want to." I told him, almost reflexively. David would have seen me placing the condom on Paul's cock. He probably had no idea that I had decided to let Paul fuck me bareback.

Then I thought it over. David had taken away my diaphragm in the first place. I glanced over to where I had dropped the condom and realized that David must have seen me do it from his hiding spot in the closet. This meant David was aware that we hadn't used a condom.

"God that was so hot!" David told me as I gently sucked him. "Watching you with him was the hottest thing I've seen." For some reason it irritated me to listen to him describe his fantasy and arousal. 

I was suddenly struck with a new desire. I wanted to make David lick my sloppy cunt. I wanted confront him directly with what I had done and make him acknowledge my infidelity. It was the nastiest thought I'd ever had.

Decided, I crawled over top of him. I heard him moan with excitement as I placed my cunt before his face. As I knelt over him I felt his tongue sliding over my vaginal lips and my clit. It felt surprisingly good following the intense pounding Paul had given me and I resumed sucking on David's cock. 

After another minute I felt the semen that was inside me starting to flow back out. Once I started to drip, I stopped sucking and sat up straight. The flow picked up speed and it all came back out in a matter of moments. I ground my pussy against David's face as the big load of cum poured from my hole.

I thought David might stop and become angry. Instead he licked it all up, which gave me a funny rush of arousal and embarrassment. 

"I thought you didn't use a condom with Paul but I wasn't sure." David told me.

"No. I wanted to feel him coming in my pussy." It felt like David should have been mad that I'd let Paul inseminate my fertile pussy. And then I'd sat on his face with another man's cum in me. I decided to push him even harder. 

"Now clean me up. Lick up my lover's thick cum from my pussy." I told him. It was a heady feeling to boss him around right after my lover had left.

Instead of anger, David simply ran his tongue all around my vulva and dutifully did as I ordered. "That's right." I told him. "I let him fill my unprotected pussy with his seed. I'm full of his sperm now. Maybe I'll have his baby. Lick his cum from my pussy."

I took his cock back into my mouth and I was shocked to hear him groan and to feel him coming just a few seconds later. Licking me clean seemingly was turning him on. I let him ejaculate his entire load onto my tongue and then I swallowed it. 

Chapter 5

I was not surprised when David asked me to have sex with Paul one more time. He wanted to watch again. I had also been fantasizing about having sex with Paul, but I pretended I was mad. I sulked the entire weekend and would not let David touch me. I knew he was crazy with lust from having watched me with Paul.

Finally in the middle of the week I told David that I would do it just one last time. He was excited and wanted to fuck me right away. I told him no. He could wait until after the next time with Paul. The power in our marriage had shifted entirely to me and I enjoyed the feeling of making him wait.

Wednesday morning I worked out with Paul like usual. As we were finishing up, I asked him if he could spare a minute to talk in private. He led me back to his office, probably wondering if I wanted a quickie with him. 

Once we were safely in the back room I confessed my husband's voyeurism. He took the revelation without much of a reaction. I was relieved to see that he wasn't upset to have been watched surreptitiously.




Temptations and Decisions



"Was that the reason for the condom?" He asked.

"No. I mean, yes." I said, covering my error quickly. Paul didn't need to know I had fucked him without any kind of protection.

I asked Paul if he would come by my house Friday evening for one last round with my husband watching from a hiding spot. I was a little surprised that he agreed without much hesitation. I didn't expect him to be willing to go through with it now that he knew the truth.

I lied to David about letting Paul in on the secret. I explained to him that I'd told Paul he would be out for the evening Friday and that Paul had agreed to stop by our house. 

Friday I was keyed up and I needed some release. I knew I was about to ovulate so I would need to be vigilant about the diaphragm or using a condom with Paul. As I folded laundry I thought about just lying back on all the clothes and masturbating. Before I knew it that's what I did. My fingers traced circles around and around my clit and I imagined Paul coming inside my pussy as my climax hit me. 

That evening I was running a bit late and it was nearly time when I got out of the shower. I went to put in my diaphragm before dressing and realized that David had never put it back following the previous week. I was just going to ask him where it was when the doorbell rang. I thought about getting a condom from the drawer but decided against it for the moment. Subconsciously I was coming to a decision.

I quickly pulled on a robe and ran down to answer the door. Paul stepped into the foyer and closed the door behind him. I'd been aroused all day and I didn't see much point in making small talk. I let my robe fall open, exposing my nakedness to him. He looked at my body with lust and I felt even hotter. 

Paul stripped off his clothes right there before he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. At least he knew the way without my having to give him directions. Paul dropped me on the bed and stood between my legs.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He said.

Paul lay me back on the bed and slowly kissed his way down my body. He is a master at pleasuring me orally, and this time was a virtuoso performance. Paul started kissing and licking me lightly all around far from the center of my sex. As my arousal progressed he worked steadily to my center and licked harder and harder. For the finale, he inserted two fingers and pumped me slowly to a mind blowing climax.

When I finally started coming down I lay panting limply on the bed. Paul stood up and pulled my butt to his groin. I thought momentarily about a condom but I realized that I wanted Paul to fuck me more than anything at that moment. In an instant he penetrated me and slid his entire length into my vagina. I had been dying to be fucked all day long and it felt so good I cried out with the pleasure of it.

Paul thrust into me steadily and I felt another orgasm building deep in my pelvis. I knew I should stop him as I was unprotected, but all I could think about was coming on my lover's hard shaft. I was getting closer and closer to my peak with each thrust. I'd stop him after my first orgasm and put a condom on him I decided. 

In another minute I came hard, and I felt my tight pussy grasping Paul's wonderful cock in waves. Before I came down all the way, he resumed thrusting and I almost immediately came again. He fucked me steadily through an absolutely incredible string of orgasms. 

Just as I felt myself reaching yet another climax I realized that Paul was groaning really loudly. He pressed his cock deeply into my vagina and I realized he was about to come.

I felt his cock pulsing as he started to ejaculate a huge load inside me. "Oh God!" I whimpered. "Fill me with your cum!" I had been on the brink of my own orgasm and I could not believe it as the sensation of Paul throbbing in my pussy really set me off. I felt ripples running through my vagina, seeming to milk his semen from his cock as it spurted inside me. I should have been panicked as I was being inseminated at my most fertile time. Instead, it gave me the most intense climax I had ever experienced.

Paul finally stopped throbbing and lay upon me lightly. He remained still for several minutes. Finally he pulled his soft, wet cock out before he lay down on the bed beside me and ran his hands lightly up and down my body. I looked into his eyes and gave him a little kiss. "I think you just gave me a baby." I told him. 

"I know." He told me. Paul had figured things out apparently. "I should go." He finally said. He knew David was waiting in the closet. 

As he climbed from the bed I noticed that his limp penis was wet with our juices. A drip of semen hung from the tip of it. I lay naked on the bed and watched him finish dressing. I felt like I was going to become pregnant with Paul's baby.

Once Paul left, David emerged from the closet. His cock hung limply and he sheepishly admitted that he had masturbated to conclusion in the closet. 

"When I saw him coming inside you I couldn't stop." He told me. He came over to me for an embrace. "No." I told him, grabbing his head to stop him. Then I shocked myself. "Lie down."

I kind of still loved David, but I had reached a decision. I could not really stay with a man who was driven to share me. And so I had made my choice and I had picked Paul. The idea wasn't fully formed in my conscious brain yet but deep down I knew I was leaving David to be with the father of my child.

I knelt over David facing his feet. I pressed my pussy lips against his mouth and enjoyed the sense of him tonguing the entrance to my vagina. I started to feel like I might have another orgasm. David slipped his tongue into my hole and I felt Paul's huge thick load run out of me. David did not miss a beat as he licked me clean. I rubbed the evidence of my insemination all over his face as I started to feel an urge to come again. I continued to ride David's face until I moaned with release. 

When I finshed I lay down on the bed as well. I looked down and I was not surprised to see that David had regained his erection. I knew that licking my sloppy pussy had turned him on once again. He sat up and moved as though to mount me. I stopped him gently, and at that moment I think he knew. "No honey." I whispered. If I got pregnant, I wanted to know who it was with.

Epilogue

As it turned out, I didn't get pregnant that month which was probably just as well. It seemed that I had found out that I have a bit if a fetish about impregnation. David and I did get separated soon after our adventure and I married Paul as soon as the divorce was final. Paul and I are very happy together, and I think he will be a great father once we decide to start a family in a little more sane fashion. Despite the very strange way we became a couple, we are content with how things worked out. 

In some ways I still loved David right to the end, but our adventure permanently changed everything about our relationship. It's easy to blame David for what happened I suppose, but I was just as involved in what we did.