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The Lodge

By: SeekingSanity



Author's note: Special thanks go to my volunteer editor, Q, who so graciously gave of his time to help me find those little annoying errors and offered some suggestions from the readers point of view. Thank you, Q.

Rob was pissed. The snowstorm had turned into a blizzard. He was cursing himself for ignoring the weather forecast and taking off for the mountains to go skiing. He was supposed to meet Sara, his sometime playmate. They had met several years ago on a cruise and almost instantly became friends. 

At first they both thought it was nothing more than a friendship. It wasn't until the 14th day of the 15-day cruise that they even kissed. That night they spent together in Rob's cabin. The next day at the dock, Rob and Sara promised to stay in touch, neither really believing it would happen. After all, it was a nice friendship brewing and the sex was ok, but both knew in their hearts this would never be love. As it turned out, over the next several months, through phone calls and letters, the friendship grew. Finally, they met for a weekend that was spent mostly in bed. Though the sex was fabulous this time, it was without emotion. They realized there would never be a permanent pairing. Over the years the bond between them held and even grew stronger. They still shared occasional intimate weekends filled with passion. 

It had been five months since he had seen Sara. It had been three months since he last shared a bed with anyone. Perhaps it was Rob's loneliness and randy feelings that caused him to be foolish enough to brave the worst snowstorm in years. He badly needed this weekend with Sara. Even though the snow was blinding and he was three hours late, Rob pressed on. He knew Sara was far too sensible to have ventured out in this weather, but it was too late to turn back now as the lodge was much closer than home. To his relief as he rounded the next bend he saw the lights of the lodge complex. He realized where he was and for the first time in a couple hours was certain he would live to see the morning. If need be he could walk the rest of the way to the lodge. 

As Rob pulled his car up to the curb under the lodge's portico, a uniformed doorman ran to open the car door. "How did you get here, sir? The state police declared the mountain road impassable hours ago," the doorman said as Rob stepped out of the car.

"Well I guess it is still passable for the foolish and the desperate. I had gone too far to turn back before I realized how bad the roads were. I suppose the talking head meteorologists have to get it right every once in awhile," Rob replied

"Well go on in and get registered, I will park the car. Are your bags in the trunk?"

"Yes," Rob sighed and headed for the lodge door.

The desk clerk greeted Rob with the same astonished look the doorman had. He told Rob that there wouldn't be any skiing for several days at least, and that the mountain road would not be cleared until Monday night at the earliest. The desk clerk went on to explain that the storm was expected to continue through Sunday night and another two feet of snow might fall. Rob said that he was supposed to meet a friend here and asked if Sara had arrived. The desk clerk told Rob that Sara had called and cancelled. Then he explained that only one person besides the staff was at the lodge. She had the misfortune of arriving the day before her group and was now stuck there alone. It wasn't likely anyone would be going up or down the mountain for a few days. Rob finished the check-in procedure and followed the bellman to his room.

As soon as the bellman left him, Rob plopped down on the big king bed and sighed. Then to himself he said, "Damn what a cluster-fuck! Stuck on top of a mountain, no company to share my bed and I can't even ski, how fucking stupid can a guy be?"

Rob then picked up the phone and tried to call Sara to tell her he was okay. No such luck; the storm had knocked out the telephones. The operator said they had radio contact with people in town though and a message could be sent if he liked. Rob asked them to let Sara know he had arrived safely and would call her as soon as phone service was restored. Not feeling like sitting in his room alone, Rob decided to check out the lobby bar. He figured at least the bartender would be someone to talk to.

When Rob stepped into the dark lounge, he immediately spotted the attractive woman sitting alone at the end of the bar. He assumed that she must be the other stranded lodge guest. Rob paused for a moment to admire her shapely curves, which were clearly visible as she sat on a backless bar stool. She was leaning over the bar, talking with the barmaid. Somehow the fact that a female was tending the bar was a relief to Rob. His immediate thought being, good no competition from a hunky bartender for the pretty lady's attention. Rob walked over to the bar and intentionally sat two stools away from the woman. He did not want to appear overly anxious.

She turned to him and smiled, "Hi, you must be the new guest. Seems you and I will be sharing the place for a couple of days. I am Alice. My friends call my Allie."

"Robert, er Rob," Rob stammered extending his hand. 

Rob was immediately taken by Allie. He wasn't sure why but there was something about her, maybe the smile, that drew him in and he suddenly was overcome with desire. She took his hand and squeezed it. Rob felt as if electricity was running through his body. The bartender took his drink order and Allie suggested that they move to a table. Rob picked up his Seven and Seven and followed Allie to a corner table. He was captivated by the sway of her ass in the clingy cocktail dress she wore. She felt his eyes on her as she slid into the bench. Rob had also immediately captivated Allie, though she had no idea why. He was not handsome in the classic model way and did not have the body of Adonis. But damn he had the nicest smile and his eyes were like windows into a kind gentle soul, she thought

Allie's skirt slid up as she slid into the booth. Rob did not try concealing his obvious interest in her little show. He could see the tops of her nylons and the red garter belt straps that held them in place. As Allie wiggled further in she made no effort to stop the dress from revealing more. To Rob's delight he could now see she wore no panties. He got just the slightest glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush before she covered herself. 

"Come on sit down," Allie said patting the bench next to her.

Rob sat down next to her, but he was tongue-tied. Not knowing what else to do he took a long sip of his drink. Giggling, Allie said that he'd better be careful or he would get drunk drinking so fast. He said that that wasn't a bad idea and signaled the bartender to send over another round. She asked him if he intended to get her drunk too, and then downed the rest of her drink.

"Well it sure wouldn't be the worst way to spend and evening, getting drunk with a beautiful woman," Rob said with a boldness he did not feel. 

Allie touched Rob's hand and asked him if all he wanted to do was get drunk. Rob told her that there were other things he would rather do. Allie leaned over and kissed Rob. It started as a soft, almost friendly, kiss. It grew hotter and harder. The couple's mouths opened and their tongues began to dance. They were so involved in the kiss, that they did not notice the bartender approach with their refills. The bartender noisily set the drinks on the table, startling the couple. Embarrassed, they broke their embrace suddenly and Allie's hand caught the freshly made drink in front of her. Before she could catch it, she was covered in the strawberry daiquiri. 

"Damn, ickkkkk. Cold and sticky!" Allie squealed.

Rob grabbed the towel the bartender offered and tried to help wipe up the mess. Realizing his wiping might be inappropriate, Rob offered the towel to Allie and suggested that perhaps she would want to do that herself. Allie said that nothing but a change of clothes would fix the mess. 

When Rob expressed his disappointment that she was going to leave, Allie said, "Our night doesn't have to end. Why don't you see if the bartender will let you take a bottle of Seagram's upstairs and join me in my room while I change? I am sure I have something in the mini-fridge to mix it with."

Rob walked over to the bar, got the bottle, signed the bar check and they headed up to the room. The bartender chuckled to herself as she closed up shop. She was happy they left so early. As long as she was stuck sleeping in the main lodge and not in her cabin down the mountain, she figured she might as well have time to really enjoy the hunky ski instructor's pole. Her husband wouldn't be back with the Snow cat until morning; he was too busy helping stranded travelers in the valley. 

When the couple arrived at Allie's room she suggested that Rob go to the ice machine. Rob grabbed the bucket and returned quickly with the frozen cubes. He grinned at the thought of needing machine-made ice in the middle of the blizzard of the century. Rob knocked on Allie's door and was greeted with a passionate kiss.

"Oh you haven't changed?" Rob commented almost automatically.

"I was waiting to let you back in first. I need a quick shower and didn't want to leave you standing in the hall. Sticky stuff soaked right through to the skin," Allie said, giggling erotically as only a mature sexy woman can do. "Be right back. Fix the drinks and get comfy."

Rob watched as Allie walked off into the bath area. To his surprise she did not close the door. As he busied himself making drinks, Rob was treated to a partial show. Allie stripped, allowing Rob to see part but not all of her gorgeous curvy body before she stepped into the shower. He felt his cock stir in his Dockers. When the water started running Rob finished making the drinks and sat on the small sofa in the sitting area of Allie's rather large room. He kicked off his shoes and settled in. He wondered if Allie had wanted him to get more comfortable, but did not think it wise to presume she would like finding him waiting for her naked. 

Allie was enjoying the feel of the warm water flowing down her sensuous body. She was thinking how lucky she was to have Rob show up to replace her companion for the weekend. Allie had planned to meet a group of old college friends. It was supposed to be a group of about 14 who had once been an inseparable gang. Allie still saw some of them occasionally but most had drifted apart. Back in college they had shared many great times and several had been lovers to one degree or another. It was college, a time of freedom and experimentation. The man she was to have shared the beautiful mini-suite with was someone Allie saw every now and again. Allie had been having sex with him for so many years now it was more habit than desire. He was a pleasant lover but not adventurous enough for Allie. The excitement Allie felt at the prospect of having sex with a new man, Rob, who so aroused her, was better then the whole weekend of sex with her old lover would have been.

As Allie washed her body, she became more and more aroused. Her body was charged with sexual energy and she knew she needed to calm down or Rob would think her a wanton slut. Allie's soapy fingers found her already hard clit. As Allie rubbed her clit her other hand found the opening to her pussy. She was so turned on she immediately slid two fingers into herself. She needed to cum and was wasting no time. Her fingers slid in and out of her now convulsing sex tunnel as she rubbed her clit harder and faster. As Allie fucked herself her fingers began concentrating on her now swollen g-spot. Allie realized she was moaning audibly and hoped the shower noise was preventing Rob from hearing. Then her body was overtaken by the power of her orgasm. Her moans were louder as she came three times in succession. Her knees felt weak and she dropped to the shower floor. 

Rob heard the faint sounds of Allie's moaning over the shower and at first thought perhaps she sang in the shower. When the moans became full cries of passion and he heard a sound like she had fallen, Rob rushed to the bathroom. His first impulse was to draw back the curtain and see if she was hurt. Somehow he stifled the impulse and just asked her if she was okay. Allie replied that she was, but perhaps the water had been too warm because she felt a little faint. She then said it was a little embarrassing but she was going to need his help to get out of the shower without slipping. Rob told her that he would protect her modesty as best he could. He reached in and turned the water off before retrieving a towel for Allie. Allie covered herself somewhat with the towel and Rob helped her to her feet. Rob could not resist when Allie wrapped her arms arm his neck for support. He kissed her softly and gently on her puffy sensuous lips. Allie returned his kiss, moaning softly into his beard. The kiss broke and Rob handed Allie the plush terry robe the hotel provided.

"You okay now, babe?" Rob asked with genuine concern.

"Yes, thank you dear man. The water must have been too hot. Go get comfy I will be right in," Allie replied, smiling and looking deep into Rob's amazingly sexy brown eyes.

Rob retreated to the living room. As he walked he adjusted his engorged cock to a more comfortable position. Allie was a beauty, and despite his best efforts at protecting her modesty, Rob had seen enough of her gorgeous body to arouse a monk. Rob took a long pull and downed the rest of his drink. Just as he returned to his seat on the sofa with a fresh drink, Allie stepped into the room.

Allie captivated Rob as she walked toward him. She seemed to glide across the room, in her sheer red silk robe, worn over a matching short nightgown. The translucent material of the gown clung to Allie's beautifully rounded breasts and her silver dollar size areolas were clearly visible. Allie's hard nipples formed points in the silk as if begging Rob to suckle. Her neatly trimmed pubic bush served to guide Rob's eyes to her enticing womanhood. 

"Oh dear, you don't look very comfy," Allie purred. "We need to get you out of those restricting slacks. If you are shy there is an extra hotel robe in the dressing room."

Rob stood and began slowly removing his trousers. "I'm not shy ma'am. I just didn't want to be presumptuous," Rob said as his Dockers fell to the plush hotel carpet.

Allie giggled at Rob's use of the word ma'am to address her. She said a silent thank you to whatever god had delivered this sexy charming man to her bed. Rob stepped out of his pants, picked them up, neatly folded them and tossed them casually on a chair. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off and laid it over the back of the chair. Allie had taken a seat on the sofa and was breathing heavily as she watched Rob strip for her. This simple act seemed amazingly erotic to her. She felt the juices begin to flow again in her pussy. Rob stood for a moment, his cock outlined against the black knit boxer-briefs that clung to his body. Rob felt Allie's eyes on him, almost boring through him.

Embolden by the drinks, or perhaps the fact that he was already nearly naked, Rob moved his hands to the waistband of his under shorts and said in a deep sexy tone, "Seen enough, or shall I keep going?"

"Not yet, stud," Allie replied as she reached for Rob and pulled him to her.

As Rob moved closer to Allie, his crotch lined up with her face. Allie reached behind Rob and cupped her hands onto his full ass checks. She pulled him forward until his bulging crotch was just inches from her puffy red lips. He could feel her breath on his thighs as her mouth moved ever closer to him. Allie squeezed Rob's ass as her lips made contact with the black knit material. Rob gasped when Allie began to gently bite his inflated cock through his now taut shorts. Allie looked up at Rob for a sign to continue. Rob smiled at her and moved his hands to her head, entangling his fingers in her flowing hair. Allie began nibbling harder along the length of Rob's twitching shaft. She slid her fingers inside the leg of Rob's shorts and lightly tickled his balls as she kissed his now aching cock through the knit material.

"Oh, godddddddddd, Yesssssss Baby!!!!!!!" Rob cried out, "That feels unbelievable!"

Rob couldn't believe what Allie was doing to him and how he was reacting. Allie was beginning to squirm on the sofa. Rob's obvious enjoyment and the sounds of sexual heat he was making were driving her wild with desire. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began licking his cock like a kitten laps up a bowl of fresh cream. Rob's entire body tensed as Allie bathed his throbbing shaft with her hot wet tongue. Suddenly Allie swallowed Rob's cock. Rob gasped in both ecstasy and amazement as he found himself buried balls deep in Allie's talented mouth. She had easily taken his thick shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Allie bobbed up and down on Rob for several strokes, and he knew if he didn't stop her, he would be shooting his hot thick cum down her throat any second.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and dropped to the floor between her legs. Allie watched Rob intently as he reached up and slowly untied the ribbon of silk holding her robe closed. The robe fell open and Allie dropped her shoulders slightly, allowing it to fall back further. Rob gently caressed Allie's breasts through the silk nightie. He ran his thumbs over Allie's hard nipples causing tingling shivers to run through her electrically charged body. She was nearly out of control with desire. It was all Allie could do to maintain her composure. All she could think of was climbing onto Rob, sliding her hot dripping pussy over his thick manhood and then riding him until he exploded in orgasm while her pussy sucked every drop of cum from his balls. When Rob dropped his hands to her thighs, Allie squealed loudly. Rob slid Allie's nightgown up, revealing all of her sexual charms. He licked his lips as he gazed upon her puffy labia and glistening pleasure slit and imagined his first taste of her. Rob bent down and kissed the shaved areas around her enticing mound. He sucked and licked the sensitive hairless skin, causing Allie to thrash around on the sofa.

"Oh fuck, lick my pussy NOW!!!!!!!!!" Allie screamed as she pushed his head down lower.

Rob eagerly complied with Allie's command. He spread her pussy wide with his fingers and slid his tongue into her quivering pussy. Rob was immediately rewarded with the sweet taste of her nectar. He lapped at her, drinking in as much of her ample juices as he could. Allie ran her hands through Rob's hair and forced him down hard between her legs. She was no longer in control of her actions or her words.

"Eat me good, you hot sexy fucker!" she cried out between screams of animal-like passion. 

Rob replaced his tongue with two fingers and began massaging Allie's swelling pleasure spot deep inside her pussy. Her swollen pink folds of flesh caressed his tongue as he licked up her slit slowly. He pushed the tip of his tongue under her rapidly receding hood and began licking her hard clit. He lapped at her engorged nub flicking it with total abandon. Allie's climax was building, she felt as if she was going to explode with pleasure. Her breathing was ragged, the moaning intense. Allie ground her crotch into Rob's face. Her juices dripped from his beard and ran down her silky thighs. Rob's lips and teeth raked Allie's clit and her whole body convulsed. She screamed as her body and mind went over the edge. Her orgasm gripped her. Allie was now like a wild bitch in heat. She humped Rob's fingers hard and pulled his hair as she tried to force her clit in his mouth. Allie felt as if she would pass out as yet another wave hit her. Rob wondered if he would smother before she quit cumming. After Allie's third or fourth climax, she had no idea anymore how much she had cum, but finally let go of Rob's head. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes as she continued to enjoy her ecstasy. Watching her slowly return to reality, Rob ached to fuck her and fill her with his thick sticky cum.


The Lodge



"A week in the Highlands. How romantic we thought it would be. How beautiful to get into the mountains, away from what they call the "hurley-burley".

"Of course, what they don't tell you in the brochures is that Glen Affric may be beautiful on the one day a year it doesn't rain in sheets or howl with gales, but the rest of the time...

"We'd hired out the lodge at the top, near the dam. About an hour from Inverness airport - winding its way past the river - not that we could see much of it, thanks to the mist. We stocked up with provisions on the way, and then... it was just us.

"It was the second night I remember most. The first, we'd just been too tired and we just flopped in front of the TV - it was all imports from home! - and tried to stay warm. They obviously never heard of central heating up there, it was all open fireplaces. It looks beautiful, except that it's freezing cold unless you're within three feet of it. And as for the bathroom...

"But by the next day, we'd got a bit more used to it. We'd spent the day in Fort William, wondering whether to go up Ben Nevis. I chickened out though. Far too much like hard work. And what is it with those guys and bagpipes? Couldn't go anywhere without some guy in a skirt screeching at us like he was blowing into an octopus.

"That night, though, after dinner, I was told to expect "something special". Those words make me go all gooey inside! I knew we'd bought that extra suitcase for a reason, though I'd not been allowed to see what went in it...

"So I knew what to do. I laid out my outfit on the four-poster bed - the black velvet bustier, seamed stockings, the full french silk panties. I undressed and neatly folded my clothes under the bed - it was chilly, but I was already damp. When the gale blew outside, I could feel a breeze waft against my lips...

"First the panties, then the bustier, then the nylons - you've no idea what would happen if I didn't get those seams perfectly straight! - then my highest peep-toe pink patent pumps. They do make such a lovely sound on a wooden floor...

"I fixed my make-up, brushed my hair out so it was straight down my back, then I turned off the lamp so the only light was from the fire. I got into position, kneeling before the door, head down and arms in-between my thighs - close enough to touch myself, although I always know I'm not allowed to.

"I've been taught how to use that waiting time. I cleared my head of everything, concentrated on my breathing and on the sounds around me, on the weight of my body on the floor - luckily I'm allowed a pillow to kneel on! I always take that time to meditate on what I'm about to receive. It's crucial - I must be ready, in the right headspace, for the moment when the door opens...

"I don't know how long it was until I heard the steps. That's when the adrenalin kicks in again and my head comes back. I was still looking as far down as I could, and I heard the door creak open, then just at the very top of my vision, Her feet as She stood in front of me. Black sandals, fishnets, toes painted black; I'd had to polish those shoes before we'd left. But something else - covering the smell of the coal burning, the aroma of new leather...

"Head up!" She commanded; I gasped. She had a full leather dress on - tight and curvy around Her top and waist, long split skirt hanging down towards Her ankles. It almost shimmered in the flickering firelight. And in Her hand... a heavy black paddle. It had a handle at one end and was kind of tapered at the other to a point. No wonder She'd not let me look in the secret suitcase...

"You like?" She asked.

"Yes, my Lady", I answered, with the honorific She prefers me to use for these times when She's in charge. Her name is Damini - "lightning", but it's never to be used 'in session'. And She has Her term for me too...

"Show your appreciation, slut!" She thrust Her right leg forward through the split in the skirt, showing the fishnets all the way up to the top. The soft clinking of metal signaled that two pairs of fur-lined handcuffs hanged from where garter met nylon.

"My appreciation duty, when commanded, is to kiss my Lady's feet and shoes, and then work my lips slowly upwards towards Her thighs. It is a privilege to be able to taste Her toes, and it seems to be one of Her favourite things.

"I'd got as far up as Her knee, with the top of my nose tickled by the fur on the cuffs, when She told me to stop. She instructed me to take the handcuffs off Her, and put one on each of my wrists. She then told me to reach up to Her other thigh; there I found a couple of short bungees, which I handed to Her, taking care not to snag them on Her stockings, nor to brush against Her panties. 

"She walked behind me as I resumed my kneeling position. She tugged my arms behind me, then with a brief touch of Her knee in the small of my back, communicated that I was to lean forward and stick my butt up in the air. Another thing my Lady has taught me is yoga, which is a handy thing to have when you've not got your arms to support yourself forwards...

"She pulled my arms upwards, to give me the first brief, blissful moment of light pain; at last, the adrenalin had something to react to. I let out a small yelp, as much with relief as with pain!

"She rested a foot lightly on my back. "Poor little slut", I heard her whisper, as I felt Her heel move down my spine and hook itself in the back of my panties. "You really don't know what's coming to you". The heel moved in-between my cheeks; the panties were now halfway down my ass.

"She removed Her foot, then I heard Her attach the bungees to the cuffs. She pulled me up again, so I was back on my heels, crouching down, but still bent over; the bounce in the bungees gave me little momentary pangs as She dangled me; "like a puppet on a string, eh, slut?"

"In this way She "walked" me over to the bed, and dropped me onto it face down. The bungees fell on my back as she lightly swatted my ass with Her hand - oh, the relief! But I knew to get more I'd have to get myself ready...

"Now that my hands were free, I pulled my knees up onto the bed so my ass was sticking up in the air to Her. I was expecting the spanks to start; instead I felt her fingernails lightly brush over my cheeks, around my ass and very delicately over my pussy. I heard Her bend down, and then felt Her blow softly on my lips: then She opened me up and again softly blew inside me - how it tickled!

"You like that?" She asked. As if She needed an answer!

"Yes, my Lady! Anything You do...." My voice was slightly quivering as She repeated the trick.

"Her dress swished as she pulled herself back up, then rustled as She took it off: She threw it over my head so I was in darkness, and the sound of Her heels on the floor was muffled as She walked round behind me. By now my ass was shaking; I knew it wouldn't be long...

"And - oh, the pain as She paddled me! Oh, the fire in my pussy! Oh, the place it sent me!

"I think it was seven before She stopped - maybe six - I'd lost count. I hoped She could hear my low "Thank you, my Lady" from under the leather...

"She fondled my bruised cheeks softly as my breathing calmed. Once or twice She went near my pussy, but never in; until She pulled one of my shoes off and used the heel to dance over my bruises, in-between my cheeks...

"And I was wet enough that when She pushed it in my pussy, it went straight in. She circled it round in there so it touched every bit inside me, and out so the tip could come down to my clit. The metal against it always sends me - something so unyielding against it... ah....

"I'm sorry, I'm going to come if I keep telling you about this. You don't mind? I'm rubbing myself now...

"With the heel up my pussy, I felt Her bend down and put her mouth to my clit; and that was it - that was when I came... just as I'm about to...

"Ahhh... aaaa... aaaaaaaa....

"...I'm sorry, I'll go on. [Whew!] Give me a second.

"She lifted Her dress off my head; my watery eyes blinked in the light, but I could see Her offering the heel to my mouth for me to suck my cum off. She knows I taste good...

"As I did that, I could hear Her scrabbling around in the suitcase again - and I thought "what next? What else has She got planned for me?" That gave my pussy another jolt, but I kept on sucking...

"She pulled me sharply up off the bed and to my feet by the bungees; it hurt my shoulders as it jarred; I gasped and the heel fell out of my mouth. I heard some clinks of metal, and saw Her legs as She jumped up to attach something to the top of the bed; when She stepped down, I was bent over with my arms in the air behind me - not painfully, until I tried to pull them down and got bounced back upwards...

"I tried to shuffle forward a couple of inches to ease it off; one very sharp smack on my ass stopped me straight away.

"Then one hand on my cheek, another down to my pussy... and oh! - She was inside me, fucking me.

"My Lady!" I gasped. "Your dildo..."

"My dildo what, slut?"

"aaah... it's so big, it's too big!"

"Nonsense."

"She'd taught me the words, and what to say when She's fucking me: she likes to hear me tell her how I feel when she thrusts in and out of me...

"Every time She pushed in me and tensed me up, my arms bounced the bungees, so as well as getting the rhythm of pleasure from Her, I was getting little tense pains all up my arms, and into my shoulders and chest. "My Lady - fuck me! Fuck Your slut!"

"Who do you serve?" she barked.

"Only you, My Lady, fuck me, fuck me..."

"I came again on Her - twice, even, as She sped up and started fucking me shorter and harder...

"And then I felt Her cum inside of me, spurting so deep in me...

"Quickly She unattached the bungees and flopped onto the bed; I pushed down to lick all the cum off Her, to suck, to kiss, to worship...

"Only it wasn't a dildo any more. I was licking it all off of Her cock, pressing my face into Her balls, then resting my head on Her thighs as She whispered how good I was.

"We just lay there like that letting our breathing calm down, before She pulled me up onto the bed to release me from my handcuffs, then to manouvere me into bed, before She came in beside me and cuddled me.

"Despite the stockings, despite the shoes, She was no longer Damini, and She was no longer my Lady, but now my man, and I love him, in his arms all night long."

-----

Fish, Mar 2008.



The Lodge



Albert had been sent to his room. He had been there for almost two hours. It didn't seem fair that his wife Zofia was still mingling with the others at the party. But she was insistent that he get them a room, well that was not entirely true; Albert had to pay for adjoining rooms. When he had obtained the keys he had given them all to Zofia. She took one and handed it back to him. Her instructions were for him to leave the key to his room in the door and then obey whoever came in. Albert knew what that meant. This was their sixth trip to The Lodge. 

Albert was feeling sorry for himself at that moment. He remembered how all this came to be. Albert had confessed his deepest, darkest, most humiliating fantasy to Zofia one night while they were in bed. She was shocked and scolded him. Zofia was Albert's second wife. She was 15 years his junior at 34 and a very attractive woman. She stood just a little over 5 feet and weighed 105 pounds. Zofia had jet black hair and beautiful eyes. Her nose was cute and her lips full and inviting. Her measurements were 36D-22-35, making her noticed by most men. They had been married just over 5 years and had developed a routine in their sex life. It was not boring just too predictable. 

One night Zofia had become aware that Albert was not as happy in bed as he used to be. She had asked and he had confessed after he had spilled his seed too quickly into her. For several days Zofia was so angry she would not sleep in the same bed with Albert. It took her two weeks to get over it. Albert felt it would be best to never mention the idea again. But then Zofia brought it up one night. 

"So you want to see me used by another man?" she asked calmly.

"Not so much that Zo, but more to see you satisfied. I know I can't please you anymore, in fact I wonder if I ever did." Albert confessed. 

"So it was me you were thinking of, not yourself?" Zofia quizzed. 

Feeling his wife was calm and no longer angry he continued to try and explain. "Yes, it is for you my love. I want you to be fulfilled and able to enjoy your body while you can. I mean I have aged and can't...can't keep up like I use to."

"Just how would this happen? I don't think it would be wise to invite strange men into our home."

Albert had hope Zo, as he called Zofia, was really considering it. "What if we were to go out of town?"

"But how would that work? You want me to just head to a bar and find a man to..." Zofia just couldn't use the word then. "A man to make love to me? What if he was married and his wife found out. That could be sticky. Or if he had some disease? I just don't see decent folks like us doing a thing like that!"

Albert offered the suggestion of just thinking about it. With that in mind he climbed between Zofia's legs and he quickly, too quickly, spilled his seed again. This time he just barely had gotten inside her. Zofia comforted Albert and said it was ok, but they both knew it wasn't.

First

The next weekend Albert suggested a swingers club just across the state line. It would be a 3 hour drive but it would ensure that if they were to meet anyone they knew their secret would be safe. The next week was their first trip to The Lodge. Both were a little nervous as they signed in. The Lodge was expecting then and gave Zofia a name tag for both of them. Hers had her name with his name listed under it in much smaller print. The tag also had several colored ribbons attached to it. Albert's had only his name in the same small print. His too had ribbons but not the same colors as Zo's. He was sent to put the luggage in their room while Zo began to socialize. Their plan had been to just mingle together that first night. But when Albert returned he found Zo surrounded by men. She was obviously enjoying herself and frowned when she saw him arrive. 

"Albert I want you to go to the car and see if I left anything there." It was obvious she was sending him away. The men with his wife just laughed and went back to their conversation with her. On his way to the car Albert had to admit it had been his idea and urging that brought them to this place. 

When Albert returned to tell Zofia he had collected everything from the car, she was not in the room. He looked around then moved to another room in search of his wife. It was in the fourth room that Albert found Zo. She was again in the company of several men. Seeing him, Zofia called him to her. "Albert I know you are tired from the drive, so you go on up to the room and rest. I'll join you later when I have met a few more of the other guests."

Albert did as he was told. He sat in the room and waited. It was past 1 in the morning when Zofia banged on the door. "Open up Albert!' she yelled. When Albert opened the door he was greeted by a woman more than half way under the influence of alcohol. She swayed past her husband and collapsed on the bed. Zofia spread her legs and pulled her dress up. "Albert, I have just been given the best fuck I've ever had! Take a look at my pussy. See his cum leaking out of me?" With that she called him to bed beside her. Just before she went to sleep she kissed Albert gently on the cheek and thanked him for bringing her to The Lodge. 

The next morning they both slept late. Albert was the first one up. He showered and dressed just as Zofia was waking. "Be a dear and run me a bath won't you Albert?" 

Albert smiled at his wife and said he would. In a few minutes Zofia was in the bath and wanted Albert to 'pamper her' as she called it. That meant he would have to strip naked before he washed and dried his wife. Albert loved to see his beautiful wife naked and was delighted to do just that. And being naked himself was no problem, for if not he would surely get water on his clothing. After an hour of waiting on his wife she was ready to dress. Albert helped her do that too. When Zofia was doing her makeup Albert redressed. 

A few minutes later they were in the café being seated. As quickly as they had their menu's a couple approached. Zofia looked up. "Jeff, how nice to see you again. Who is this with you?"

"Hello Zofia, may I present my wife Marge. Marge this is Zofia, I told you about my encounter with her last night." Jeff said to his wife. 

Marge looked Zofia up and down then retorted, "So this is who you were with when I was enjoying Harold. I see what you mean about her...her...her charms," the woman said snidely.

"Marge that isn't polite, I don't say anything snide about your choices. Well not to their faces anyway." Both laughed. 

Zofia didn't seem offended, for she was much better looking than Marge, and Marge knew it. "Won't you join us for breakfast? Albert would like to buy your meal for entertaining me so well last night."

Albert was a little stunned but smiled and stood to help Marge take her seat. Jeff paid no attention to the polite jester and had turned his attention to Zofia. That did not go unnoticed by either spouse. The breakfast was leisurely and took over two hours. By that time it was noon. No one wanted to eat another meal so the 4 gave up the table and headed to the lounge. Finding a secluded area of the room the four took seats. Jeff and Zofia were on the couch while Marge and Albert took the two chairs that faced them. Most of the conversation was between Zofia and Jeff. After another hour Jeff asked if Albert could do him a favor. Zofia volunteered Albert without hearing the request.

"Splendid, here take the keys to my car. I want you to drive Marge down to the town to fill the car with gas and she needs to pick up some things. It is such a pain to have to go in the wrong direction to fuel on Sunday night." 

Marge leered at Jeff and stood. She knew she had been dismissed. Albert took the keys and looked at Zofia. She had a dreamy look in her eyes and nodded for him to do as he was told. Albert escorted Marge to the parking lot where she pointed out their car. Albert was the perfect gentleman and opened the car door for her. Marge was mildly impressed. As they drove away she looked at him. "Albert you know that Jeff is fucking your wife right now, don't you?" 

Albert didn't answer. Marge winked at him as she laughed. The balance of the trip to town was driven in silence. When Marge pointed out a station Albert pulled in. "Well fill it with premium you twerp!" Marge scolded.

Albert got out and filled the car with his credit card. Marge then had him dive her to the mall. "You wait here. I'll be back in a while." With that she left and was gone till 5 p.m. She carried one small bag when she returned. With a harsh tone she directed Albert to drive back to The Lodge. When they were parked and out of the car, Marge held out her hand for the keys. "Wait here and give me 10 minutes to get inside. I don't want anyone to think I was with you!"

Albert went to the room and found Zofia dressing for the night. She smiled and asked how his trip with Marge had turned out. Albert replied it was long and boring. "Well I'm getting ready to mingle again. If you want, you can dress and come along. But keep your distance." 

Albert said nothing as he dressed. Just before they left the room Zofia put the name tag on Albert. "Albert, wear this so you won't get lost!" Then she laughed at the private joke as she pinned his name tag on his shirt. 

That evening Albert watched as Zofia collected and discarded men with ease. At midnight she motioned Albert to her. Whispering in his ear she told him to go to the room and undress. She would be there shortly.

Albert smiled and turned away. He thought Zo would come up and they would make love. He did as he was told, but he had an hour to wait. When Zofia showed up she had a couple with her. Albert opened the door and when they barged in he tried to cover himself. "Oh don't be bashful my dear Albert," Zofia laughed. 

With the couple in she closed the door and turned to them. "Albert this is Hank and his wife Betty. Betty had lent me her man Hank for a while and I am going to let her use you." With that said Zofia stripped off her clothes and lay on the bed. Hank did the same, but all Betty took off was her panties. Hank climbed between Zofia's legs and they were soon engaged in sex. Betty took a chair by the bed and lifted the back of her skirt. She made sure her bare bottom was at the edge of seat. When Betty lifted the front of her dress she pointed between her legs. Albert didn't know what to do. He looked to Zofia but she was too deep in passion to even notice. 

Betty looked at Albert. "You ribbons say you're cuckold. Your wife has said I can use you. Now get between my legs and please me while your wife gets the pleasure of my husband's cock!"

Albert knelt buck naked between her legs. When he had his mouth on her sex Betty dropped her skirt over his head. "You don't need to see this boy. You just do your job."

That night Albert was kept between Betty's legs for as long as Hank was between Zofia's. When the two left Zofia was as exhausted as Albert. He just climbed in bed with Zofia and went to sleep. 

The two slept late then checked out for the long trip home. The drive was quiet and Albert realized he had created a monster. When they got home and were unpacked Zofia went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out Albert tried to embrace and kiss her, but Zofia held him at arm's length. She would allow only a peck on the cheek. And in the next two weeks Zofia began to withdraw herself from any passionate embrace with her husband. Finally Zofia wouldn't even let Albert kiss her on the cheek. 

Second

On the second visit Albert was sent to put the luggage in the room and wait for Zofia. She arrived a little intoxicated and went into the bathroom to dress. What she came out in was a dress that accented all her assets. And it was obvious she wore no panties or bra. With a little too heavy of makeup Zofia led her husband downstairs for another adventure at The Lodge. In one of the rooms Zofia searched out a couple. She introduced them as Frank and Stacy. Zofia smiled at Frank and asked if all had been arranged. When she learned Stacy was willing she turned to Albert. "Albert be a dear and go with Stacy to their room. She has a task for you. Now be a good little boy and run along."

Albert looked at Stacy. She smiled and crooked her finger as she turned to leave the room. Albert fell in step behind the woman like a puppy. When Stacy got to her room she opened the door and stepped in. Albert started to follow. She stopped him. "Strip naked and leave your clothes in the hall," she said more as a command than a suggestion. Albert was embarrassed but felt he had no choice. He disrobed and stepped into the room. Stacy looked him up and down, and then smiled. After looking at Albert's face then back at his sex she commented. "I can see why your wife wanted to fuck my husband. With that little worm I wonder if you can even satisfy yourself." 

With that said she turned her back and walked to the bed. Turning to face Albert she began to remove her clothes. It was not that Stacy undressed, but more that she did a strip tease. It did what she wanted and produced an erection on Albert. When Stacy was naked she taunted Albert about his inadequate manhood. All that did was add to Albert's erection and discomfort. 

Stacy stretched out on the bed. "Albert your wife said you were at least good at giving massages. As we wait for your wife to get fully fucked by my husband, you will treat me to the best massage you can manage. You can't touch my sex or my breasts but I want every other inch of my body stimulated."

Naked, Albert moved to begin on Stacy's shoulders. She rolled onto her stomach and closed her eyes. As Albert worked Stacy described what Frank was most likely doing to Zofia. Albert had been working on Stacy for about two hours when the door opened. Standing there was Frank and Zofia. Frank was fully clothed but Zofia was naked. She was smiling as she walked into the room. 

"Albert be a dear and help me out. I need you to clean me. Frank made a mess and our room was out of towels and wash clothes so I had to come here." As Zofia was speaking Stacy had gotten up and stood behind Albert. He felt her put her hands on his shoulders. With pressure and a tap on the back of his legs Albert was soon on his knees as Zofia stepped to his face. She spread her legs and presented her used sex for cleaning by her husband. It was true that Albert has once fantasized about having to clean another man's cum from his wife, but that was all it had been. Now he was having to perform that service. 

Albert wanted to throw up but he fought to keep it down. Stacy was behind Albert leaning over and kissing Zofia as Albert worked. When Zofia was satisfied that Albert had been sufficiently humiliated she broke her embrace with Stacy and stepped back. 

Albert was still kneeling with a wet face when Stacy stepped into his view and stood with her arm around Zofia. Stacy kissed Zofia passionately and looked at Albert. "You are excused. Go back to your room little man. And don't expect Zo back tonight. She will be busy, being fucked and eating me."

Zofia smiled with a little blush and looked at Albert. "Go on now and don't worry about me. I will be well cared for."

Stacy escorted Albert to the door and pushed him out. When the door was shut and locked Albert stood there naked. There were others in the hall but none seemed to be startled by the sight of a naked man. Looking down for his clothes Albert found only a note explaining they were in the room. Albert had to walk back to his room naked. As he passed other guests, they snickered. 

Albert was lucky to find the key in the door of his room. He stepped in and found his clothing thrown on the floor just inside the door. Albert felt dirty and went to take a shower. Clean but emotionally drained Albert went to sleep. He didn't wake till Zofia returned that Saturday morning. She wanted him dressed and out of her room. She said she was tired and didn't want to be disturbed as she rested. She smiled as he was leaving. Her smile came when she told Albert she wanted to be ready for the evening.

Albert left and headed down thru the lobby. He stepped out into the late morning sun. It felt good. Albert walked down a path that led to the natural trail. After an hour Albert found a place he could sit and look out over the valley. He studies the clouds in the sky as he waited. His mind was not really on finding images in them, but rather on his situation. True he was a little humiliated by what Zofia was doing with other and to him, but he did get some arousal from it. Albert thought that as soon as Zofia saw she could have both worlds, their home would be back to normal. Normal would be Zo and him making love again. As the sun fell Albert decided to give it a little more time. 

Back in the room Zofia scolded Albert for not returning earlier to help her get ready for the evening. In reality Zofia just wanted any excuse to berate and belittle her husband. She was learning so much about the term 'cuckold'. "Well you don't seem to have any consideration for me. You just ran off to have your own fun and forgot about me."

Albert didn't try to defend himself. He knew it would be useless. Instead Albert ducked his head and apologized. "Very well but you know this can't be over looked. You will have to be punished in some way so that you remember your short coming." Zofia laughed, "No pun intended."

Albert didn't have much to do to get dressed. He put on his name tag and followed Zofia to the lounge. From there they went to several of the party rooms. Within the hour Zofia had picked her next conquest. She sent Albert for drinks. Albert returned and found that Zofia had arranged for Mark and Liz to come to their room. After a little more flirting for all to see, Mark took Liz on one arm, Zofia on the other and headed out. Albert followed without a word. 

When they got to the room Zofia looked at Albert. "Since you were so inconsiderate this afternoon you will have to sit in the hall for now." Mark and Liz snickered as they stood behind Zofia in the room. Without any further words Zofia shut the door and locked it. Albert slid down the wall and sat on the carpet. He looked at his watch; it was just a little after 8. It was well past 11 when the door opened. Albert looked up and saw Liz's face sticking out from behind the door. "Come on in Albert, the show is about to start."

Albert got up and stepped in. Liz was naked. She was not a bad looking woman but he could tell she had a mean streak. "Well get naked boy," she commanded.

Albert began to undress and realized he had an erection. He was embarrassed but continued to remove his clothing. When he was about to remove his shorts he saw Zofia. She was on her knees with Mark's cock deep in her mouth. She was giving the man a blow job and moaning as she did. Zofia had her eyes closed and didn't seem to be aware Albert was in the room. Mark was smirking at Albert, reminding him of his place. Not wanting to keep eye contact, Albert shifted his eyes to Liz. She too had a smile that showed superiority. 

"Zofia is sucking Mark hard. She just can't get enough of his big cock. Looking at you I know why Zofia is so desperate. Now step a little closer and take a good look at how a man uses your wife. She is such a slut for cock, but then you wouldn't know that." Liz stepped behind Albert and put her hands around him as she blew on his neck. When her hands touched Albert's erection it began to pulse. 

Liz noticed and whispered in Albert's ear, "Albert you like what you see, don't you." Liz didn't seem to expect an answer and spoke again. "And you want to cum just watching, don't you. Seeing your wife be such a slut and whore for another man. You know he has already fucked her. Zofia's cunt is full of Mark's cum." A pause then Liz spoke again in a throaty voice, "Zofia will suck Mark off and swallow his cum, but before she does she will hold it in her mouth. How will you feel to see all his cum in your wife's mouth?" As Liz spoke she tormented Albert's erection. Just as Mark groaned and filled Zofia's mouth, Liz brought Albert to orgasm with her manipulation. She caught his ejaculation in her hand and laughed. 




The Lodge



Zofia at that moment didn't care about Albert. She was horny and wanted Mark hard again so he could fuck her. Pulling her mouth off the wet limp cock of Mark, Zofia was about to swallow when Liz reminded her to show her husband. Zofia stood and walked to Albert. With a twinkle in her eyes she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Albert blushed. As he was looking into Zofia's mouth Liz brought her hand up to show the small offering she had. "Look Zofia unless your boy has been beating off, this is all he's got and it ain't much. And it sure didn't take much to get him off. You poor thing, how long you been married to this looser?" As Liz asked the question she wiped her hand on Albert's cheek. 

Zofia swallowed then lamented, "Been almost 5 years now. I thought it would get better but it didn't. I'm so glad he suggested I get some real cock. He is such a bad lover that I had forgotten what a man with a real weapon could do." 

Albert was hurt but tried not to let it show. Liz put her hands on Albert's shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "Zofia you need to be cleaned if you want to feel all Mark's cock next time."

"Sure I think it will do Albert good to see how much a man can put in my pussy!" With that said Liz pushed Albert forward and Zofia leaned into her husband's face. The two women worked to keep Albert's face trapped on the sex lips of Zofia. When they felt he had been humiliated enough Zofia stepped back. "That was good, now I can get fucked again."

Zofia took her place on the bed and Mark got between her legs. Liz looked over Albert's shoulders and saw he had another erection. With a laughed she let Albert know she had seen it. "Ok little boy, play with your pecker like you did when playing with your mommies panties."

Albert blushed for he had done just that when he had been much younger. Liz picked up on that and used it further his humiliation. All too soon Albert was working on his erection with vigor. Shortly he was filling his hand with a second deposit of jism. It was even less than the first.

After he had orgasmed Albert got a little sick at his stomach for what he had done and what he was watching. Liz realized that and made sure that he kept his eyes on the action in the bed. When Mark had finished with Zofia he climbed off and dressed to leave. He collected Liz and they headed out. At the door he looked back and blew a kiss to Zofia. "Hope to see you again."

Sunday Zofia slept late and sent Albert to pack the car. She locked him out and showered. Zofia made her husband wait in the hall till she was ready. The drive home was silent. In the house for the next two week Zofia would not let Albert in the bedroom till she was in bed at night. 

Third

Zofia made Albert wait in the hall till she was dressed to go down stairs. Walking out she handed him his name tag and ribbon. "See you down stairs Albert. Do shower and clean up. You seem to always be late now days. Why couldn't that be said about your love making."

Albert went in and found that Zofia had repacked his clothing. All he had was work jeans and tee shirts. He put on the best he could find and went down looking for his wife. Find her he did in the second room he entered. Zofia saw him and scowled. "Albert you look like a bum. Why are you dressed that way?"

"Zo there was a mix up in my bag. I guess I picked up the wrong one." Albert tried to explain. He knew that was not what had happened. Zofia had repacked for him to further humiliate him. 

"Get back to the room and wait. I don't want to be embarrassed by you tonight!"

Albert left and went to the room. He didn't have long to wait. A woman came to the door. As she entered Albert noticed she carried a small bag. Zofia had given her a key it seemed. 

"Albert I'm Fran and I'm here to take care of you. Now get out of those clothes. I have work to do. When you're naked lay down on the bed, on your back"

Albert did as he was told and found why Fran wanted him on the bed. She proceeded to tie him down securely. "Now I have some time to enjoy you Albert!" she laughed. 

Fran undressed and taunted him with her female charms. When she had Albert erect she toyed and played with him to a point just short of ejaculation. Then Fran would stop leaving Albert frustrated and begging. After an hour to torment Fran left the room to fetch something, as she put it. Naked she left and naked she returned with one hand behind her back. She giggled as she put something on the floor and went back to tormenting Albert's hard cock. Just as he thought Fran was going to take him over the edge she reached to the floor. An instant later Fran dumped a large cup of crushed ice on Albert's manhood. 

Albert began to sob. He was shattered. Fran laughed and climbed on the bed to straddle Albert's head. She delighted in smearing her wet sex all over his face. Fran was getting her pleasure from controlling Albert, not from anything he was doing for her with his mouth. 

Albert's face was wet with both tears of frustration and Fran's sexual excretion when the door opened and Zofia returned. She as accompanied by George, Fran's husband. "Fran was Albert good for you tonight?" she asked.

"Yes just as sweet as he could be. How did you enjoy George?"

"We had to take a break and get me clean. That is unless you wanted to taste seconds. Now move so I can make a deposit, then we'll go back to your room. I'm sure George has some left in him, unlike some others in this room." As she spoke Zofia slipped the dress from her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked for all to see. 

Fran climbed off and watched Zofia take her place. "Open up my little sperm bank. I have a deposit for you." All in the room laughed except Albert. What Zofia didn't get in Albert's mouth, she smeared on his face. When Zofia had completed her husband's humiliation she stood. 

Zofia stepped to George and kissed him. With his arm still around her, she looked at Albert. "You be good and rest. George, Fran and I have some things to do in their room. I guess I won't see you till morning." Zofia nor Fran bothered to dress. The three left the room. 

Albert had a difficult night. It was not only being tied to the bed, making it impossible to change positions. Add to that the thoughts of what Zofia was doing with her new friends, punctuated by sounds of love making in the adjacent suite. 

The morning broke and Zofia came into the room. She was covered with a robe. Without a word she released Albert. "Run me some bath water you worthless excuse for a man. For your information I had more pleasure last night than I have had in all 5 years of our marriage." 

Albert got up and began to dress. "You can do that later, get my bath!" Zofia shouted.

When the bath was run and Zofia in the tub with the door closed she shouted. "Go get some clean sheets and make the bed. I don't want to sleep in your mess!"

Albert hurried and dressed. He was lucky and found a maid a short distance up the hall. She snickered when she gave him clean sheets and made him promise to bring the soiled ones back. After the bed was made Albert knocked on the bathroom door, "Zo, I'm going to return the dirty sheets, I'll be right back."

"No, don't come back till 4 this evening. I need sleep and don't want you here to disturb me. And don't ever call me Zo again. I am Zofia to you. I'm only Zo to my close friends."

Albert slipped out the door, closing it softly. He wondered what he could do till 4 pm. First he took a walk on the nature path. With time remaining Alert took the car and drove to town. He fueled the vehicle and ate a bite of lunch. He thought of what his life had become. All the pleasure he had left was his work. With a prayer Albert headed back to The Lodge. When Zofia got this out of her system things would change. 

Albert stood outside the room till his watch said it was 4 pm. He knocked and found a furious woman. All Zofia's wrath fell on him because by her clock he was 5 minutes late. "I see you are still as inconsiderate as ever. Late again! Get your worthless ass in here and help me get ready for the evening."

Albert was not allowed to see Zofia naked but he did see her in lingerie. She told him several times to quit ogling her. She was beginning to like being cruel. 

That evening Albert dressed in a ragged pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and Zofia dressed to thrill. They left the hall that evening with Valerie and Ken. In the room Albert had to strip and sit in a chair as Ken enjoyed Zofia first, then his wife Valerie. Zofia was vocal telling Ken how great his cock felt in her. How strong his thrusts were and how long he lasted. And when he filled her, Zofia commented that she felt she was bursting with his cum. 

With Zofia on her back, Valerie lay beside her. Ken took his position on his wife and began to fuck her. Zofia kissed and embraced both as they copulated. She kept up a dialog about how viral Ken was. Zofia commented on his ability to take both women with such strength and stamina. She spoke of envy for Valerie to have a man like Ken to share her bed. 

When Ken had filled Valerie both women kissed. Zofia asked Valerie if she wanted more that evening. Both laughed as they knew the night was just beginning. Zofia got up and helped Valerie off the bed. Ken lay on his side resting watching the scene. Zofia approached Albert. 

"On your knees worthless. Clean Valerie. Do a good job. Maybe we can make you good for something."

Valerie looked down at Albert as she pinched her pussy lips together. Albert got an erection as he took his position. Valerie stepped into place and released her lips. White milky fluid dripped into Albert's mouth. Valerie knew what she wanted and used her hands to guide Albert's mouth for her pleasure. 

When she drew back she looked at Zofia, "Well Hun, you do have a good cunt licker. Ken there won't even put his mouth on me there. But he can fill me well, so I guess it's a good trade off." Valerie went back to the bed and lay by the husband. 

By that time most of the spunk had drained from Zofia's womb and was on her thighs. "Get to it wimp. I want to ride on that hard cock again!" Zofia looked at Ken. He and Valerie were already in heavy petting. With her hand on Ken, his cock was stiffening again.

Albert was just as happy the couple was too involved to witness him licking Ken's cum off his wife's thighs. When Zofia was ready she walked away without even a word. She got back on the bed and joined the couple. After some whispers Valerie laughed and got up. 

"Come with me Albert." 

Valerie escorted Albert toward the door but instead of putting him in the hall she opened the closet door. "Get in and make yourself comfortable. You'll be there for the night." With no more words she shut the door and locked it. 

Albert sat down on the floor. It was a long night for him. He could hear the three as the continued their sexual escapades. 

The next morning after little sleep, Albert was awakened by the voice of Valerie. She was apparently at the door. "Ken I'm heading to the room to bathe and rest. You can stay for more of Zo's ass if you want. I know you can't wear it out but I'm sure you'll try. See you Zo; hope we can do this again."

Albert heard the sounds of more loving making. He sat naked in the locked closet with his thoughts. When he heard the man leave he felt he would be released. But that was not to be the case. Zofia took a bath then went back to bed to sleep. Albert was desperate to use the restroom when Zofia finally let him out of the closet. 

He ran past her to relieve himself. As he stood at the commode deflating, Zofia stood in the doorway. "Albert since you have been lazing around I'll leave you to pack. I'm heading down to eat. When the room is clean and the car packed meet me there."

Albert did as he was told. When he had completed the task, Albert found Zofia in the dining room sitting with another couple. As he approached the smell of food reminded him he had not eaten in many hours. Zofia looked up at him, "Oh I see you have loaded the car. I guess it is time to leave. See you two later."

The man stood and looked at Zofia, "I do hope to see you again." The woman laughed and said, "He means more than just see you, Zo."

Zofia smiled and winked at them both. Walking past Albert she headed to the parking lot with him trailing her like a puppy. At the car she stopped and waited for Albert to open her door and help her in. When he did she sighed, "Well you are not completely useless."

The drive home was silent and without a stop. Even though he was hungry Albert didn't ask to eat. That night Zofia had Albert help her make the bed in the master bedroom. On top of the fitted sheet Zofia folded a top sheet in half and put it on her side of the bed with the fold in the center. She took a second sheet and did the same on Albert's side. When she put the comforter and spread in place it looked normal but when Albert climbed in he found he couldn't make skin contact with his wife. This was one more step in his cuckold isolation. 

When Zofia was in bed and Albert was allowed in the bedroom, she made him come to her side of the bed. "Drop your pants mister!" she commanded. 

Albert didn't know the reason but did as he was told. With his pajama bottoms and undershorts at his ankles Zofia looked at his stiff member. "Albert, I see you have something on your 'mind'. I guess you didn't get enough sex over the weekend. Now to make sure I'm not disturbed or you don't make a mess out of your side of the bed I think we need to take care of that." 

Albert looked down to see Zofia reaching out to touch and prod his member and balls with a wooden ruler. "Looks like your balls are a little full. I don't want to damage you. So I will give you a little relief."

Albert smiled. Things were changing he thought, but when Zofia spoke again he knew they were changing for the worse. "Go on play with that little thing till it spurts. When you fuck me it only takes seconds so this should be over quickly."

Albert turned red but put his hand on his erection. He closed his eyes to escape the harsh glare of Zofia. For him it was hours but his masturbation only lasted a minute. He caught the content of his ejaculation in his hand. Opening his eyes he looked at Zofia. She had a smirk. "Clean up, then turn out the light. I want you up and out of the bedroom by 6 so I can get up and be ready for work on time."

So it went. Each night Albert had to humiliate himself for his wife before he could get into bed. And he had to get up early and be out of the room before she got up. Albert only saw his wife in the evening from then on. 

Forth 

On the forth visit Albert was told it would be a costume party. Zofia handled his costume and hers she said. But when they arrived he didn't notice any others dressed for such a party. Zofia smiled and said it was early. In the room Zofia locked Albert out of the bathroom as she dressed. Her costume was just a short dress with a lot of makeup. Albert realized it was not much different than her other visits to The Lodge. 

His however was that of a small boy, complete with straw hat and long blue ribbon. The pants were to his knees and the shirt had more ruffles than gay pirate. Albert was mortified but he put them on to please Zofia. Looking in the mirror he saw how ridicules he looked and didn't want to leave the room. Zofia made him follow her to the meeting rooms. Again he was wearing his tag with its ribbons. Walking down the hall Albert was the object of snickers, laughs and insults. At the first meeting room all eyes fell on him and Zofia when they stepped in. 

With a big grin on her face Zofia looked at Albert, "Oh dear, I must have misunderstood. I don't think there is a costume party this weekend." With that everyone in the room erupted in whoops and hollers of laughter. "Just stay near the door Albert, till I need you. No need of me being embarrassed too." Zofia taunted. 

Later that evening a woman approached Albert with a collar and leash. "Are you Albert?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm Albert," he answered a little puzzled for it said so on his name tag. 

"Zofia said you were dressed to fit the part. I guess she meant you were still a little boy under your pants. I have come to collect you. Zofia and Mel are already up in the room. Your wife sure is one horny bitch. She almost tore Mel's pants off when I told her he has a 9" cock. Now that would have been a show, seeing her on her knees with his cock deep in her mouth right there in the meeting hall!" she said with a laugh. "But then again I'm sure it will happen and if you're lucky you'll see it. Now put on this collar and we'll go"

Albert looked at the leather collar in the woman's hand. He reasoned that wearing the collar and being led away would not be near as bad as standing the rest of the night in the meeting room. With collar in place he was led from the room but not before the leash holder had wound her way by all the guests. When they arrived at the room the woman took Albert in to witness Zofia on her knees. 

"Gloria, Zofia just couldn't wait. I've been holding off for you two. Now woman are you ready?" the man said. 

Zofia nodded as she looked up at the man. He smiled and pulled from her mouth and stroked his hard cock till he shot cum all over Zofia's face. 

Zofia looked at Albert. "Now that's what a man can do. You go out and wait in the hall."

Albert turned to leave. "Wait just a minute," the woman called Gloria said. She took three locks out of her pocket. One went on the collar buckle, the second went on to lock the leash to the collar and the last one locked in the loop at the leash end. Pushing Albert outside the room Gloria held the leash dropping it under the door. With the door locked and the leash secured under it, Albert had no choice but get comfortable as possible and wait. 

In the wee hours of the morning Zofia opened the door. Her hair was disheveled, her dress unzipped and she held her shoes in one hand and the leash in her other. "Come Albert I need to get some rest." 

Zofia led Albert down the deserted hall and back into their room. She took a key and unlocked the lock on the leash loop. Wrapping the loop several times around the door knob of the closet door she replaced the lock. Albert could not reach the bed or even a chair. "Go to sleep Albert, I don't want to be disturbed by you as I rest."

Albert slept on the floor in the childish suit and secured well away from his wife. Just as he drifted off into sleep he longed for it to be Monday so he could be back at work. 

Zofia slept late and didn't release Albert when she woke. She bathed and got ready for the evening with Albert still locked to the door. When she was ready to go downstairs she unlocked the leash and smiled. "Albert, why don't you just wait here for me? I don't know when I'll be back but at least you won't be embarrassing me." With that she was gone. 

Zofia returned to the room with a man named Ted. They were going to have some fun and wouldn't need Albert. He was sent to meet Ted's wife. Albert walked down the hall with leash in hand. He found the room and knocked. A woman opened the door and let Albert in. Her name was Alice. She smiled at him and said she knew how to handle 'naughty little boys'. 

Albert spent the evening and early morning orally pleasing Alice or being spanked on his bare bottom. His ass was red and his jaw tired when Alice threw him back into the hall. She said she wanted sleep and had no more need of him. 

Walking back to his room was not a problem, for no one else was in the hall. However he found the door locked and he had to sit outside and wait. It was sunup before Ted exited the room. 

"Well Albert, I guess Alice tired of you. From what your wife says, I can understand. Guess you can go in now, I am thru with her." The man walked away and never looked back.




The Lodge



Albert had to sleep on the floor till Zofia got up. She sent him to pack the car and get her lunch since it was well after noon on Sunday. Albert had to drive home in the costume but Zofia did remove the collar. 

The next two weeks more things changed. Zofia complained that Albert stunk up the master bath when he used the toilet and with his cologne. As a result she made him use the guest bath. In a few days Zofia felt if he needed to use that bath, he should sleep in the guest room to shorten his trips. 

Fifth

On the fifth trip to The Lodge Zofia brought a wrapped present for Albert. It had a pretty blue bow and bright red paper. She said he could open it when they got back to the room that Friday night. Albert was relieved that he got to wear normal clothes but Zofia's were getting even more risqué. She left little to the imagination. As they mingled Zofia met and invited a couple back to their room. Their names were Tony and Tori. The woman was a little heavy and the man a little greasy but Albert kept those thoughts to himself. 

Back in their room Zofia flirted with Tony as they all watched Albert open his present. Imagine Albert's shock when he found a blow up female sex doll under the paper. All three watching erupted in laughter and with jokes. 

Tony was the first to get control of himself. "Zo, have him blow it up. Who knows, Al might like to blow on things".

Zofia liked that idea. "Be a dear and blow up your new toy. I know you want to have sex when you're here but no woman will have you. I bought you a companion that can't say 'no'."

Humiliated, Albert began to blow into the nozzle to hide his shame. He was working so hard at the task he became light headed. When Albert finished with the doll he was told to show off his new girlfriend. 

Albert held it up. It was a cheap doll with an open mouth and a printed face and hair. It had two holes between the legs to equal a woman. It had pointy breasts with pained nipples. All in all it was easily taken for a doll even at 50 yards. 

"Well let's see you court her Al", Tori quipped. 

"Sure Albert we all want to see your technique. We might learn something", Zofia joked. 

Albert just stood dumbfounded. "Get to it, but you need to get naked like your woman!" Zofia ordered.

It was at that point Albert realized he was sinking into a pit of no return. He did as he was told and thought that he would have to change from this life in the weeks to come. 

When he was naked his manhood was hard but insulted by all three in the room. The two women were especially cruel with their remarks. Zofia and Tori stood and took the doll. Placing it on the bed they taunted Albert. "Come and get her. Take her with force. Show her you're a man!" Both busted out laughing at that statement. 

The women wouldn't stop till Albert mounted the doll. With the humiliation and the lack of normal sex, it didn't take Albert long to pump his cum into the pussy of the doll. With Albert spent and the show over, so to speak, Zofia, Tori and Tony left the room.

For the first time in his marriage with Zofia, Albert wept. He actually cried himself to sleep. 

Albert was awakened by Zofia in the morning. It was well past 10 and she wanted to bathe and sleep. Albert had to dress and leave quickly. With his mental state and his fatigue Albert went to his car and slept in the back seat. When he woke he looked at his watch. It was past 4. He headed to the room. The door was locked. He knocked quietly and got no answer. All Albert could do was wait for Zofia.

When she did open the door she was ready for her evening. "Albert go in and clean up. And here take these two pills. I'll know if you didn't!"

Albert was left in the room to clean up. He saw the doll was back on the bed. He wondered what Zofia would do to him tonight. As he showered he questioned if his marriage was really worth all this. When he got out of the shower he found that Zofia had used all the towels. He took the driest of the bunch and did what he could. When he came out of the bathroom he saw his all clothing was gone. He went to the closet and found it locked. Zofia had returned while he was showering and locked all his clothing away. He sat on the bed feeling exhausted and drained. He had taken the two pills and was not aware of their affect for an hour. What he had taken was a form of Viagra and it was doing its job.

Zofia returned with couple, "Jack and Quinn this is my husband Albert. As you can see he is just dying to give you a show with his new girlfriend. The way he wants to fuck that plastic I think he's allergic to pussy. Now jump on your little girlfriend and give her all you got Albert."

Albert just sat on the bed. Quinn moved to him. "Hey Precious, don't be so bashful. We are all adults here. It is not like we don't know what it looks like when people fuck. In fact I'll get to see Jack fuck your wife. Now just get your little wee wee into that slot and show us why she's your girl." All the time she was saying the words Quinn was rubbing her body on naked Albert. She was speaking into his ear and brushing his neck with her lips. Her hands were rubbing his hard cock and fondling his balls. 

Jack and Zofia watched and were in an amorous embrace themselves. 

Quinn didn't give up and worked with Albert till she had him mounted on the doll. She even helped Albert get his cock in the pussy hole of the doll. Quinn laughed as she helped Albert along by poking him in the asshole to prod him into action. Albert worked for just three minutes before he filled the hole with his sperm. 

"Great show Al, think you can do that again? I hear your girl is into anal. Hammer her ass for us. I know for a fact Zo will be ass fucked tonight. If Jack doesn't do it, I will." That statement stunned both Zofia and Albert. Quinn smiled, "Look Zo you got no man for me to fuck, so I get your ass!"

With that Albert was humping away on the back side of the doll. Zofia spoke, "Well I guess I will get it up my ass too. Think about that right now Albert. Think of Jack slamming his cock into my asshole and his balls slapping my pussy."

"Guess Al never had that ass, has he Zo?" Jack asked to keep the scene going.

"Well no, Albert hasn't. His 'thing' is so short and it can't last long enough to even get in that hole," Zofia confessed.

"Well now Zo, is that asshole of yours virgin?" Quinn asked.

Zofia blushed, "No, but it hasn't been used in the 5 years I have been married to Albert."

Albert couldn't hold back and fired his second shot up the back passage of the doll. Quinn noticed. "Look Al got off again. Guess that back door is nice and tight for him. Now let's see him skull fuck that bitch."

"Quinn you're so nasty!" Zofia laughed.

"You'll think nasty when I skull fuck you Zo." Jack retorted. 

Quinn worked Albert and got him sitting on the bed. She gave him the doll and let him work his still hard member into the mouth opening. With laughs and jeers the three harassed Albert till he shot a third load into the doll.

"He finished Zo. You owe me some ass. You said he couldn't do it three times in the same night." Quinn shouted. 

"See Albert what you get me into. Now I have to pay off the bet. I will be fucked in all three holes and double penetrated. I will have to suck a man's cock and eat a woman's pussy. I hope you know you are in real trouble." Zofia scolded harshly.

Albert was left with is doll. He didn't care anymore. Zofia had broken him. 

The next day when Zofia returned she made him leave while she cleaned and dressed. When she was ready to leave she made Albert carry the luggage to the car then go back for the doll. It was embarrassing carrying the doll to the car but at least Zofia let him put the doll in the trunk

All the way home Zofia described what Jack and Quinn had done to her. She was very graphic and told Albert that Jack had pumped two loads of his cum into her ass. She said it felt so nasty but hadn't have time to clean it. Albert listened and lost a little more respect for himself. 

When they got home, Zofia had Albert bring in the suitcases and the doll. Albert found he had a bedmate and was expected to use that to relieve his sexual needs if he didn't want to masturbate in front of Zofia. When all the things were in place Zofia made a fully clothed Albert lay on his back in the center of her bed. She reminded him that his performance had cost her dearly. Zofia lifted her skirt and squatted over his face. When she lowered herself her ass was on Albert's mouth. 

"Alright mister, you caused me to get ass fucked so you clean me out!" With that Zofia pushed hard and forced a lot of cum out of her ass. Albert gagged but completed the task. When Zofia was satisfied she let Albert go to his room. 

That week at work Albert decided he had to do something.



The Lodge



My name is Troy Reid and at 25, I had worked my way up to Forman and had saved quite a bit of money. Before starting high school, I wanted to be a mechanic. I work my way through high school and beyond with an apprenticeship at the local shop and two years after my apprenticeship, I earn my ASE truck master.

   I decided I wanted to see some of the country, so I loaded my camper and pick up and took off for Alaska. I found a good job at one of the trucking companies and worked there for almost a year. During that time, I found that I like to fly and became friends with a Bush pilot named Bill Schuyler. I flew a lot with him while he was delivering supplies to the back country and remote villages.

The next summer work was slow at the shop I was laid off for a few months; I found a summer job at one of the hunting and fishing lodges in the back country. Not being experienced at being a guide, I did most of the grunt work of hauling supplies, setting up camps and cooking, it was something new, and I really enjoyed it.

That winter I went back to work for the trucking company. On a trip while flying with Bill, I have seen an old abandoned mining camp that sat beside a lake it had rolling hills and mountains on one side and downstream from the lake, a lot of swampland. Checking into the property, I found that it had been abandoned. Bill and I landed on the lake and checked out the property, on a trip to a remote village. The hills around the lake were full of game. The lake was teeming with fish; downstream around the swamp we found it loaded with moose. I managed to pick it up for a few years of back taxes that were due. So I now own the piece of property. As soon as work slacked off for the summer I loaded up my camping gear and enough supplies to last me for a month, along with my M1 Garand, my 454 Taurus, and my handheld radio and had Bill fly me in and drop me off. We made plans to contact each other by radio at six o'clock every night.

When the mining company abandoned the mine, they left most of their equipment intact. The buildings were in good shape, there was the cook shack and the bunkhouse and what I guess to be the workshop. Three hours later I had the cook shack pretty well cleaned up, and set up camp there. The doors and windows had been boarded up, which kept all the animals out. The shack was well insulated, airtight and had double pane windows. There were two rooms on the side of the building. One would've been the bedroom for the cook. The other was probably an office with an indoor toilet between the two of them. The place had been wired for electricity and there was a three holer, out back that was still workable. I brought enough wood in to last for a couple of days and made my bed in the bedroom. There was a can in the cupboard that's still had kerosene in it, I filled up two lamps and lit them and started a fire in the stove. It was smoking badly. I went outside and looked at the stovepipe, and it had a can over the top of it, which I remove, then the stove worked really well.

At six, Bill called and we talked for a few minutes. I filled him in on what I had done, and told him everything was okay.

I was up early the next morning and was exploring the camp some more. I removed the boards from the bunkhouse door. It was dirty, but in great shape it had 24 bunks and two potbelly stoves in the middle of the room with tables and benches. It had electric and three toilets and three showers. In the back, it had two rooms, with a bathroom between them. If I can get this stuff to work it's going to be a great hunting lodge.

I was beginning to get the feeling that they had not planned to abandon the mine. But only shut it down and plan to come back later, but never made it.

The workshop was very well built out of metal and still locked up solid. The two big sliding doors were locked from the inside, and the windows had metal shutters over them.

The small entry door had a good lock on it. Backing down the side of the building about 20 feet and pulled my 454 took careful aim and unlock the lock. It was dark inside, and I couldn't see anything I found the latch on the first sliding door and opened it. One surprise waited for me. There sat a Caterpillar 420E backhoe and D4 Caterpillar. They hadn't run for 10 years. It would take a little work, but I could get them running again.

All the machinery was still in the shop, including a good machine shop. On the other end of building was another door. I carefully opened it and with my small flashlight looked in, one more surprise. There sat an electric generator and a control panel. A water turbine turned the generator through a gearbox; fed by an 8-inch water pipe, with a diverter valve controlled by a governor and a shutoff valve, this was a real nice setup. 

Outside behind the shed about 200 feet was the stream coming down off the mountain, going over to the stream, there was an old trail, going up beside the stream that was overgrown and hard to find my way, but eventually I found a cement building sitting beside the stream, which came out of a cave and a 8-inch pipe went into the cave. In the cement, building was a diverter valve that sent the water back out into the stream or to a pipe that was buried.

I oiled up the generator and loosened up the governor and oiled it. The shutoff valve was off. I went back up the mountain and turned the valve, which sent the water into the pipe. Down at the generator, you could hear the water running through the pipe. I slowly open the shutoff valve, and the turbine and generator started to spin; the voltmeter came up to 240 and held steady. All the lights in the power room came on; next to the generator set a very large air compressor. I thought what the heck and push the start button for the compressor. It came up to speed in about five seconds and 30 seconds later; the air pressure gauge was up to 50. I turned it off.

I turned on the circuit breaker marked cookhouse and open the water valve marked cook. The outside lights were all on to the shed, bunkhouse and cookhouse. Back in the shack the water was running in the sink, shower, and the toilets were full. I could hear the water heater filling up. There was a six burner electric range, two refrigerators and two freezers. I plugged in one refrigerator, and it started.

It was almost 6, and I called Bill. He was 50 miles north and heading back to base. I asked him if he had time to stop. I had something I needed to talk to him about. He said he'd see me in half an hour. A half-hour later, he made a pass over the lake swung around and came in for landing. As he pulled up to shore I could see he had another passenger with him. It was Kevin Ward, the game warden for the vicinity. I had met him last year when I was working at the other lodge. This was good timing because I needed to talk to him too. I showed them around, and they couldn't believe what I had. I talked to Bill about going into partnership with him to get people in and out of here and to Kevin to make sure everything was legal. Kevin told me the original owner, and his foreman had been killed by a bear one night, and the owner's wife wanted nothing more to do with the place. The mine had never produced anything.

I spent the next few days working on the cat. Bill picked me up and took me to town. I bought a lot of supplies and food and had a whole planeload with the parts and oil, lubes and paint. The next day I had the cat running and spent the following three days clearing all the brush and saplings from the yard. It really opened the place up. The next two weeks I spent cleaning and painting the buildings inside and out. 

Bill was real busy bringing in other supplies; one refrigerator and one freezer were full. We brought in four boats and four trolling motors. The salmon was now running, and we were averaging four fishing parties a week.

The last time I was in town. I called my brother Eric to see what he was doing. He had been laid off and was not working. I told him to load my things that I left with him and to come up I needed his help.

Eric took the bedroom in the bunkhouse, and we started to rebuild the inside of the bunkhouse into eight separate rooms with four bunks in each room, giving the guest some privacy and a common area for all the guests. We brought in four more boats and motors. Fishing was now a high gear.

Even with my brother's help there was more work than I can handle. Cooking took a lot of time; I needed someone to cook. When I talked to Bill I had him put an ad in the paper.

Six people answered the ad. One was from a gal in Idaho; her name was Janet Woodlone just back from Afghanistan. She did two tours of duty, cooking at one of the bases. I called her on the next trip to town. She said she was tired of the 120° and the desert. I told her there was no desert here. The work would last about six months. Breakfast should be on the table by five with a sack lunch, with a break during the day, and supper around six. She told me that would be easier than what she did in the Army, and she would like to try. We talked another fifteen minute. I told her what to expect and what she would find here and to contact Bill's Aviation when she arrived at the airport.

I moved my stuff into to the other room where I had my Ham Radio gear set up and cleaned up things.

At 5:30, two days later Bill called and said he would be landing in about fifteen minutes.

Bill had a woman passenger with him. I figured it must be Janet. She looked to be about 25, brown shoulder-length hair, and wearing her Army fatigues.

As I approached I said, "How do you like my desert."

She was still looking around and said, "This place is definitely not a desert, and it's beautiful."

I told her I hoped you like it here. We unloaded her things, and Bill took off. We carried her things to the Cook shack, and I showed her to her room.

I said, "I'm sorry it's not any larger."

She told me this was almost a palace compared to the tent she had lived in, in Afghanistan. I showed her around the place; I introduced her to Eric, and a couple of the guests, back in the shack supper was a little late, but the guests didn't mind. Later, I helped her put her thing's away. With Jan working things were going a lot smoother and faster.

Jan said her dad was a ham and was on the 40 meters net, at 7225 every night at nine. After supper and when the place was cleaned up. We sat around and talked for about an hour. Jan was easy to talk to and had a great personality and at eight o'clock, an hour's time difference, I turned my radio on to 7.225 fired up the amplifier, swung the antenna to the South, Southeast. Minutes later Jan heard her dad; I broke in and ask him to move to 7.240 up the dial. After protocol, I introduced myself as Troy, his handle was Mike; I told him I had someone here that wanted to talk to him.

Jan took the mic and said, "Hi dad,"

She talked to her dad and her mom Rita for about fifteen minutes and made arrangements to talk at 8:30 every night.

A couple of weeks have gone by. I couldn't believe how well things are going, in the morning I've been working on the road the minor's use, after ten years it was practically gone. It needed four new bridges and a lot of Cat work. In the evening, I cleaned the fish, package and froze them for shipment.

This part of the country needed an aircraft repeating station to help relay messages between the planes and town, so I put in a repeater.

Flying supplies in by air is very expensive. And the road is still very rough. On one trip to town, I went over and talked to my old boss. He had an army 6 x 6 out back that he hadn't used in a couple of years. I asked him about it, and he said they didn't have any more use for it. It was just too slow for the highway. I picked it up for a good price, as soon as I finished one more bridge with the 6-wheel drive, I could probably make it up to the lodge.

Jan and I work very well together, and we enjoyed each other's company. On the weekends when we didn't have any guests, she would ride with me into town, I really like being with her.

With the fishing season over, we were getting ready for the hunting season and to bring the game out of the woods; I would need a quad and a sled. And when the snows came I would need a snowmobile. When the game started coming out, I found that the old mine shaft was the perfect place for them to cool and air out, it had steel doors and other animals couldn't get in. The meat that the hunters didn't take or couldn't use went to the food bank. As the season was closing Eric went home and two weeks later Jan said she guessed she would be going to. She was here 6 1/2 months, and that's it was time. I hadn't thought about it too much, but I didn't want her to go. But then she didn't say anything, so I guess it was time for her to go. We had a bad front coming; in a couple of days, we would probably be getting a lot of snow; she made arrangements with Bill to be flown out. With the Storm Coming On Bill was very busy and called one of his friends to pick her up. Gene radioed and said he was ten minutes out and be ready to go. He was in a hurry to get to the other village and back to the base as soon as possible.

As he was landing I just looked at Jan, and couldn't say anything. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I carried her things down to the plane, and told her good-bye as she climbed on board. It was starting to snow by this time, as Gene gunned his engine. I saw Jan looking out the window. All I could think of was why did I let her get on that plane and leave me? I wanted her, and it hurt to see her go. I was walking back to the lodge as the plane disappeared out of sight. As I opened the door, I was hearing Mayday, Mayday on the radio, I recognized the voice as Gene's and my heart sunk. The tower was talking to him.

He said he was not quite to Moose Jaw Pass, and his carburetor was icing up.

"Were losing altitude I don't think we're going to make it. We're going in, Oh! Sh..."

Silence, the tower was calling, but there was no answer. I called the tower. They said they were socked in from the storm and there would be no help coming. It was snowing heavily by now. I guess I was the only help, there was; I brought up the snowmobile and hooked on the sled loaded a sleeping bag, extra blankets and some gas, first-aid kit and shovel. I put on my heavy clothes; grab two flashlights, my GPS and my handheld radio. I called the tower told them I would be on the repeater station, and I was going to look for them.

It was dark, by the time I made it to the upper end of the lake. I went about two miles further up the canyon and started zigzagging back-and-forth, each time moving up. It snow heavily all night, having only the lights on the snowmobile. I tried to keep the last set of tracks in sight. I called the tower at daylight to see what was going on. They said they had blizzard conditions there, I told them I hadn't found anything.

I was in the trees about halfway up to the pass the going was slow. About 10 o'clock, I came across a tree that was down, looking up the hill, there were a lot more trees down. It looks like I found the plane. I went to where the last downed tree was, I started probing with a pole about three feet down, I found the plane. Digging down another five feet to clear the passenger door, there was a lot of snow in front of the plane, brushing some of it away I found Gene. One of the trees limbs went through his chest. In the back of the plane, I found Jan; she was under some of the supplies. She was unconscious, there was blood on her face and hair was all matted; she had about a 4-inch cut in her scalp, a large cut across both of her legs above her knees, and her left wrist was broken. I bandaged her cuts and put a split with an ace bandage on her wrist. It took a little doing to get her out of the plane, and out of the hole. I put her in the sleeping bag wrapped it with the blankets and started for home. I called the tower and marked the spot on my GPS.

It was about two hours later when we arrived at the lodge, and I had to shovel snow away from the door before we could go in. It was warm inside, but I turned the thermostat up more. I put an electric blanket on her bed and a couple of towels. I removed her outer clothes and started to clean her up. I radioed the hospital and talked to Dr. Martin. He said I would have to take care of her; the storm was to last another four days. I cut her hair off around her scalp wound, sterilized a needle and some fishing line. I made a solution of water with a little iodine and some peroxide in it, washed out the scalp wound and wounds on her legs, sowed up the cuts, bandaged them and covered her up. She was starting to come around as she warmed up. I gave her some hot apple juice. She was fully awake now, and I gave her some chicken noodle soup. She said she needed to go, and as I helped her up, she found the cuts on her legs. In the bathroom, she saw what I had done to her hair. I had some plaster of paris that I was going to make figurines out of and paint during the winter. I cut the toe out of one of my socks and made a hole in the middle of it, slipping it over her wrist with her thumb through the hole. I mixed some plaster; I spread it over the sock with layers of gauze and more plaster, folded the ends of the sock back over and plastered them down, making the ends-smooth. I asked Jan if her hand hurt.

She said, "No it feels ok."

The first few nights I sat by her bed. The cuts were healing well, and she had almost all of her strength back.

On the morning of the ninth day after the crash, the storm was over; the Alaska State trooper's Search and Rescue team radioed me and wanted GPS coordinates of the wreck site. Fifteen minutes later, a medevac helicopter landed, two paramedics and Jan's mother came and bundled her up, put her in the helicopter and took off. Damn, they did it again. They didn't give either one of us time to say anything. I radioed the trooper and asked if I could hitch a ride. He said he had about two hours of work left, and would pick me up on the way out.

Upon arriving at the airport I walked over to Bills, Karen, Bill's wife said she would take me to the hospital. Dr. Martin was at the desk when we went in, I asked him how Jan was, he said she was great. They couldn't find anything wrong with her. The cuts were heeling fine, and the stitches could come out in a couple of days they even x-rayed her wrist, and it was set fine. So he released Jan, her mother said she was taking her home.

When I arrived at the terminal, another setback Jan's plane had left a half an hour ago. I asked when the next flight to Spokane was.

The agent said, "10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

I bought a ticket and said I would wait, Karen said, "No, you're coming home with me and Bill."

Later in the evening we were sitting around talking, they said to me, they knew there was something between us.

The plane landed at 7:00 PM after three stops on the way down. I rented a car and took off for Bonners ferry, three hours away. It was almost 11:30 before I found their home. Mike opened the door, and Rita was behind him; they wanted to know what I was doing there. I told them I had to see Jan. Rita said she had gotten moody and gave her a sleeping pill. I filled them in on some of the things that happened; I would wait out in the car until Jan woke up. They wouldn't hear of that and offered me the guestroom. After they went to bed, I went to Jan's room pulled up a chair and sat by her bed, a little later Rita came in and wanted to know what I was doing. I told her I had to know, one way or the other. Rita asked what I meant.

I said, "I have to know if she loves me because I love her."

Rita looked at me and then smiled and went back to bed. I must have dozed off; I felt my hand being squeezed, looking into her blue eyes and a pretty smile. She asked what I was doing here.




The Lodge



"I have to know if you have any feelings for me?"

"What do you mean if I had any feelings?"

"Do you love me? I love you."

"Of course, I love you, but you never said anything."

We were standing in the middle of the room in a tight embrace's kissing; that kiss ran chills up and down my spine, then her mother came in.

For the next hour, we sat around the breakfast table, discussing our plans. Jan would be going back to Alaska with me. After breakfast, she had to go to the doctor and have her stitches taken out. Upon leaving the doctor's office we stopped at city hall and purchased our marriage license. We made arrangements for the wedding to be at seven that evening. The girls were busy calling their friends and inviting them, and we drove down to Sandpoint, and the girls did a lot of shopping, and I bought our wedding rings.

After the wedding, we had a really nice party. It lasted until well after 11. I think the events of the last two weeks were beginning to catch up with me, and I sat down in one of the recliners. The next thing I knew, Jan was shaking me and telling me we had to go to the airport, or we would miss our plane. It was 6:00 the following morning, and I asked why she had not awakened me, she smiled and said I needed the sleep.

Jan's parents would be coming up Christmas, and we will show them a real white Christmas.

Arriving back in Alaska, Bill and Karen were awaiting our arrival, picking up our luggage we headed over to Bill's terminal. He had previously picked up Jan's bag from the plane, retrieved by the troopers. Karen flew back up to the Lodge with us; we invited them in for a few minutes and to our surprise, they had already been there. There was a new queen-size bed in the bedroom, and the whole place was decorated.

Kevin and trooper Joe was there and congratulated us. We have a toast with some hot 

apple cider then they said they had better be underway.

What came next didn't need much communication as we were undressing each other and headed for the shower. As we washed each other, she put her arms around my neck gave me one extra-special kiss. She went down on her knees, and begins to work me over. It didn't take long I came fairly quickly.

Drying each other off, I carried her over to the bed and said, "Now it's my turn."

And I gave her a passionate kiss, working my way past her lips and over to her ear lobe down and her neck to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her Areolas were all puckered up, and I had to spend some time there. Working my way on down with my tongue, I found her labia and open them with my tongue and play in and out of her vagina, working my way up to her clitoris. I stayed there until I got her to cum. I was really hard at this point and rolled over on top and explored her pussy a little with my cock, and started in she was lubed well; working my way in, she was incredibly tight. We went slow and then went fast and everything else we could think of. I sensed she was getting ready to climax, and I went at it really hard. She grabbed me with her muscles then worked every drop out of me. As I lay there holding her, one thing I thought of is this sure beats the heck out of casting figurines in painting them on a cold winter's night.

Our communication gap is long gone. We read each other very well. Most of our communication is now done when lying in bed. And some things don't need communication just action.

The place was set up well for the guests, but not for us to live in the shack all the time. What we needed was a place apart from the guests. The next time we were in town we checked out houses, we decided on a SIP panel home with 8-inch walls, 12-inch ceiling with triple pane windows. A month later I started hauling pieces and storing them in the shed. As the snow started to melt I dugout the basement with the backhoe, and the foundation workers from the housing company came for three days and poured the foundation, we put them up in the bunkhouse. A week later, the assembly workers came in and two days later; the house was up, four weeks later the house was finished.

The season was starting again. It was nice not living in the cook shack. I called Eric again to see if he wanted to come back for the summer. He still hadn't found a good job, but he and his girlfriend were planning on getting married. I told him this would be a great place for a wedding and honeymoon. The pay is not the greatest thing, but you get free room and board. The scenery is some of the best in the world. He said he would show Joanna some of the pictures he had taken last year. Bill called three days later to relay a message that they would be coming by the end of next week. Joanna fell in love with the place instantly. Jan and Joanna hit it off like they were long-lost sisters. Things were going really smooth as we plan for the wedding. Bill, Karen, Kevin and the pastor flew in, and we had decorated the cook shack. The guests who were there were also invited to the wedding, they moved into the Cook shack, at least at night they had some privacy. Next month went by very quickly. One evening while we were setting around Joanna said she would like to stay here and not go back to the lower states. If they were going to stay, we would need to build another house. By the middle of hunting season, it was finished, and they moved in. The Lodge is been good to us, and it's been growing season by season.

Wanting to get away and see some of the country was the best move I ever made. I have the best wife ever, a nice home, a good business and some of the prettiest country to look at there is.