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The Test

By: samuel26ni



I directed a grimace towards the bench press. Who was I kidding? After months of nearly killing myself working out three times a week, I was still the beanpole that I had always been, "More beef on a crutch," my grandmother had always said in exasperation as I had been growing up. Up and up, but not out. 

Why had allowed my friend Matt, a star rugby player since our schooldays, to persuade me to join our local gym? I didn't really fit in with his musclebound friends. In a further moment of weakness, I had even let him convince me to take place in a weight lifting competition for charity. Apparently I needed a goal to work towards. 

I hadn't made my regular training session, so I had gone to the gym alone, knowing that I needed to do all the work I could if I wasn't going to make a fool of myself at the competition. Now I was there, though, and without Matt to cajole me, I was having motivation problems.

"Come on, Sam," I said to myself, "at least I'm getting good exercise." 

Lying on my back, I hoisted the barbell into the air. Unfortunately, I'd managed to get the weight wrong. I almost instantly realised that I was in trouble as I brought the bar down to my chest. Desperately I struggled to heft the iron off of my body, but the more I struggled, the weaker I felt. 

The first rule about bench pressing is to never to try and do it on your own, and at that very moment I was discovering why. Just as I was beginning to get desperate, a second pair of hands materialised and helped me lift the weight. I gulped air as I sat up.

I struggled to my feet to thank my saviour. To my utter horror, I was standing face to face with a woman.

"Idiot!" she growled, fixing me with a fearsome glare, "don't you know enough to use a spotter? If you want to lift alone, use a machine." She turned on her heel and strode away. 

I was mortified, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow me, wanting to crawl quietly out of the room. For some reason, though, I swallowed my embarrassment and chased after her. I put my hand on her shoulder as I caught her up, noticing the well toned firmness of her body even through my chagrin.

I stuttered an apology, acknowledged my foolishness and thanked her again for rescuing me. She gave him a quick once over before flashing a spectacular smile at me. "I'm sorry for snapping at you," she said, "I've just seen people get hurt before. Are you new at this?"

I explained that I normally had other people to do organise things so I didn't really understand the equipment as well as I thought I had. "I know," she said with a friendly grin, "why don't we work together. I'll keep you out of trouble."

I'd have jumped at that offer from anyone at that moment. And now that I'd had a good look at my rescuer, I wasn't going to pass up any opportunity to get to know her. She was tall and lithe, with a firm, well defined body with naturally pale, creamy skin. She wasn't especially pretty, with plain features framed by shoulder length black hair, but her eyes were an unusual shade of violet, almost lilac and that smile was a real heart-stopper.

She introduced herself as Louise and we chatted as we exercised. She had always been the sporty type, she told me, and worked out to relax. She laughed when I told her that my presence here was a result of a cross between duty and craziness. 

I enjoyed listening to her laugh. I really enjoyed watching her body as she worked, her high breasts were quite large, but proportionate to her tall body. She had to be pushing six feet. She was maybe a little too thin, with narrow hips, and a small waist. I normally go for curvy women but I thought Louise was gorgeous. 

And she could tell that I was smitten, flirting with her eyes and flashing that smile. I nearly fell over myself saying yes when she asked me to go for a soft drink with her. She told me she was going to shower and get changed and that I should do the same and meet her then.

She was talking on her mobile phone when I caught up with her a little later, wearing jogging pants and a tight top which clung to her body, displaying her breasts. She smiled at me and apologised. She would have to rush off to meet a friend.

My disappointment was so great that it must have showed on my face and in my voice as I asked her if we could meet sometime. A wicked look crossed her features. She took my hand and guided me towards the men's bathroom.

She led me to a cubicle and locked the door behind her. "What are you doing?" I asked, a little desperately. I've always been a bit strait-laced. 

"Sweetie, do as I tell you and I'll definitely see you again!" She pushed down her jogging pants, she wore nothing underneath, and then pushed me to my knees. Taking my head in her hands she pushed my face into her naked pussy. She gasped in excitement as my tongue lapped at her.

Now, strait-laced I may be but I've always loved licking pussy, and the one thing all my old girlfriends agree on is that I'm good at it. My hands grasped at her ass and pulling her towards me as I savoured her taste. I slid my tongue up and down and inside her cleft. God it tasted good!

I found her clitoris and worked it over relentlessly, looking up to see a look of ecstasy on her face. Her breathing grew faster, punctuated by small sighs and groans. Her fingers tightened in my hair and her body jerked as she came.

I stood, She was biting her lip and her eyes were wide. Then she broke into that smile again.

"What's your number?"

Apparently I'd passed the test.

The Test



She will not be able to see what is occurring. She will not see who is in the room. The blindfold will be tightly ties around her eyes, leaving her in pitch blackness. As she stands, Master will strip her naked, twisting a nipple to increase its sensitivity. 

Dropping her skirt and pinching her clit to enflame it... fingers squishing between her folds. Her arms are roughly pulled behind and wrists bound with a rough rope. Master wishes to see her capacity for pleasure, and to test her skills of perception. She is led into the room, and as they walk toward the center, she is told that there are others in the room... men and women... not how many of each or how many in total. And she is not even told what to expect. As she needs to know, He will tell her. 

He takes the leather belt and drapes it over her shoulder, letting it lay against her breasts and then snakes it slowly up, letting her feel it against her skin. She knows she will feel its sting... but when?? She has no visual clues as to his intent... she cannot see if his hand raises the belt high to prepare herself. Tense... then relax... then tense again. Oh sweet anticipation. 

"Relax, slut. I will tell you what to do. " As she is ordered to spread her legs. Feeling the fingers pull her pussy open and the tongue jabs into her... the teeth scraping her clit. "Now, tell me... is it man or woman?"

Her head casts from side to side as the sensations sweep up her body and she tries to grasp at a response. "WHICH?" he shouts. Instantly she guesses... "MAN. " She hears the whistling of the belt a split second before she feels the sting... no time to tense. It snaps across her ass with a loud crack and she sucks the air deep. 

Without pause... she feels the teeth biting her jutting nipple, pinching it hard. The pain shoots into her and again, she sucks in. "MAN OR WOMAN?" he asks again. Knowing he expects immediate response, she again guesses... "WOMAN" almost hissing out the answer through clenched teeth. The belt again cracks across her ass, crossing the first welt with a second. 

"Kneel, whore" To her knees she drops and as soon as she is down she feels the smooth cheeks of an ass press against her mouth. "Use your tongue, slut and tell me... man or woman.?" She buries her face deeply between the cheeks that press back into her and her tongue probes and searches for the puckered hole. Her mind races... smooth, no hair, this must be a woman. And she waits for the question from her Master. The longest pause while she gouges into the ass with her tongue. Her Master obviously waiting for the recipient to enjoy her tongue for a bit longer. "Man or woman" he snaps. Immediately she responds... "woman" Her body tenses, preparing for the belt. It does not come. A deep breath as she inhales the lingering musk still on her lips. 

"Open your mouth. " And Immediately a cock is pressed against her lips and forces its way inside... jamming deep against her throat and causing her to gag and choke. "SUCK, you whore... suck and tell me, circumcised or uncircumcised" Her cheeks pull in as she sucks hard on the cock. Her tongue rolls over the tip, feeling for the foreskin... sliding over the shaft... feeling for the looser skin. But the owner of the cock continues to jam it deep into her mouth, making it difficult to tell. "WHICH," he shouts. She gags a muffled response around the thick meat stuffing her mouth. "Circumcised," she gurgles. And the last syllable barely leaves her mouth when the belt lands... across the side of her breast and snapping directly over the nipple. She gasps and inhales deeply, resisting the urge to clench her teeth against the throbbing cock. To bite would surely bring the most horrible of punishments. And after one more deep thrust, the cock is rudely pulled from her mouth, leaving her kneeling alone in the middle of the room, panting and stinging from the fresh welts. 

A hand presses hard between shoulders and forces her face down to the floor. Her ass is raised and cheeks spread with strong hands. She feels fingers pulling at the edges of her asshole and then a long tongue licking over the rim. She waits for the question... and waits... and waits. All the while the tongue probes and slurps deep into her bowels, her body begins to heave against a rising climax. She tries to concentrate on the sensations so she can respond when her Master asks his question. She feels no beard against her skin... it is a smooth face that nuzzles at her ass and slurps at her puckered hole. "A woman," she thinks, and she waits and strains against the rising climax. The question does not come and soon her ass is dripping wet from the busy tongue and her hole is relaxed and open... receiving the tongue. 

It is then the rim is assaulted with the probe and she feels the blunt object press and open the slippery rim and slip inside her depths. Again, she gasps, but presses back to receive this new intruder, and she groans, trying to restrain her need to cum. The object is pressed deep and as it enters, her ass is stretched wider that ever and the pain jets to her brain to mix with the pleasure. When she is completely filled and she feels it deep in her bowels, she hears the question. "Cucumber or zucchini??" 

"OH MY GOD," she gasps, how can she possibly tell. The hand on her shoulders presses her down hard against the floor, her cheek pushing into the carpet and before she can answer, another blunt probe is crudely shoved between her soaking pussy lips and slides easily into her depths. Again, she gasps... struggling for air. Her Master shouts... " CUCUMBER OR ZUCCHINI. " With the high pitched squeal of a child, she answers "Zucchini, Master. " The probe is wrenched from her ass, leaving it gaping and open, and placed against her nose. "SMELL IT... LICK IT... TASTE IT... CUCUMBER OR ZUCCHINI. " She sucks it into her mouth and bites deeply with her front teeth and the cool flavor of cucumber floods her mouth. 

SNAP... as the belt lays a red welt down the centerline of her ass and slaps against her pussy. "OH God, Master"... as her climax claws to emerge, she begs for permission to release. It lands again, enflaming the round cheeks to a bright crimson, and with each burning blow, she screams for freedom from this restrained climax. 

"No... not yet, kitten" whispered softly against her ear. "Show me your strength. " With an almost inaudible hiss she weeps... " oh, god. " 

Just in front of her kneels a man, on his knees straddling the hips of a supine woman... facing her legs and both quite naked. He jerks himself viciously over her pussy, which she holds open wide with her fingers. "Can you hear him, slut?" He tells her to listen to his fist smack against his balls and the wet sloshing as he massages his own spit into his cock. She can imagine the swollen purple head popping in and out of his fingers and the vein being squeezed and swelling. He is now ready to cum. He will aim and deposit his sticky load into the gaping hole held open for him. She can him now as he grunts his climax for the rest of the observers. In her mind she can see the long sweeping arch of creamy cum landing across the woman's cunt and seeping between her legs. She can hear the woman gulp and gasp as it burns on her. 

"Can you smell it, whore?" her Master growls in her ear. "Get lower, smell his cum on this cunt. Breath deep the aroma of another's climax as your rages unsatisfied. " She tentatively reaches with her tongue and tastes the man's satisfaction as it droops across the moist pussy. 

The hand on her shoulders now moves her head between the legs of the woman laying before her, and her mouth is shoved hard into cum covered lips. Her Masters voice is calm and low, but with a sinister tone against her ear. "Make this cunt cum, little whore. Give this cum soaked pussy it climax... and then tell me, is she a friend, known to you... or a stranger. " 

As a famished animal, she begins to devour the cunt, reaching as deep as her tongue will stretch, searching out and slurping up each droplet of musky cock cum and savouring the sweet dew weeping from the pussy. The moans from the woman are muffled and quiet as her hips grind and heave against her mouth. Shaved, save for a closely cropped patch just above the clit... a bud jutting out sharp and pleasingly long. She sucks it savagely between her teeth and slap at it with the tip of her tongue... rewarded by a spastic jerking of hips and muffled scream from the woman's hand-clasped mouth. The woman's climax is quickly gained and gushes wetness from within and she dives for it, taking all she can manage into her mouth. And as soon as the writhing begins to subside, the woman is pulled from her and she is reminded by Master voice of her mission. "Well" he asks... "which?"

So caught up in the lust was she, that she had paid no attention to the body, the voice. The throbbing of her own ass cheeks now reminding her of the punishment for an incorrect answer... and she is strained for some hint. So seldom had she dined on female cunt, and never any of her friends... how would she know. 

SNAP... her ass cheek exploded in pain, and she jumps against it, she screams out "FRIEND... "tensing for the next lash. But it does not come. Just a gentle hand on her shoulder and hips easing her over on to her back. The second cucumber withdrawn from her pussy and the weight of a man lies on top of her and the face moving close to hers. In soft tones her Master, whispers close to her ear. "Very good, kitten, a friend, indeed. " And her pussy feels the prodding of his rigid cock as it plays at the twitching lips and pressed against her clit. "Open your legs, slut, wide for your Masters cock. " And immediately, it slips deep, pressing at her cervix. He gently and with firm rhythm strokes his entire length in and out... in and out as he lay crushing her breasts and breathing on her face. Almost without a sound her words pleaded with his... "please, oh please, Master, let a whore cum with you... let this slut cum with her Master. " 

She feels the familiar tensing of his body as his stroking became firmer and deeper... pounding into her hard and then the grunt of his cum streaming from him into her body. "Now, cum, slut. Release what you have, you are free to cum," his voice strained and low. The scream erupted from the deepest corner of the primal forest, as this bitch animal exploded with a raging orgasm. The male holds her tight as she thrashes under him, milking his own cum from his balls with her spasms. Every sting, every welt forgotten as her Master carried her to dizzying heights until she fell, exhausted, back to earth and lay under him, totally spent. 

Her blindfold is taken from her eyes and in the dim light, she strains her neck to look around the room. It is empty. Not a soul, just Master and his whore laying in the middle of the room, candles burning on the table. A deep kiss on her Masters lips and she asks... "A friend, you said, Master?" 

"Yes, kitten, all were friends, but they have been instructed to remain silent about tonight. You will not know, who among your friends have tasted you... who you have tasted" As he caresses her body tenderly he states... "Just be sure to smile as you go through your day, just in case that last person you said hello to has tasted your asshole. That is all we will discuss it. Now relax, slut. We shall cum again in a moment"



The Test



A hired car takes me to the door of the hotel and the driver tells me I’m expected. Upon hearing my name, the desk clerk hands me a key card and an envelope. “Top floor, the door on the left.” He looks down for baggage, and seeing none begins to blush. I smile knowingly and make my way to the room.

The suite is nicely appointed and I wish for more time to explore the luxury. But the envelope beckons. A letter inside tells me to go the bedroom and open the box on the bed. I find a black scarf. I recognize the handwriting as belonging to my Master. I’m excited and nervous as I read on….

Blindfold yourself. Lay face down on the bed, completely naked. Shoulders flat, ass raised.

I begin to undress immediately. There is no room for hesitation. I tie the blindfold securely behind my head, double knotted with the tails tucked in as I’ve been taught. I climb on the bed and rest my shoulders on the cool spread with my head positioned to the left, towards the bedroom door. I remember to open my legs to ensure I am fully exposed.

I lay there on the bed for quite a while. It feels like hours, but I can still feel the warm sunlight on my upturned ass, so it can’t be too late. My legs are beginning to tire and I’m straining to hear any signs from the outer room. I hear voices and then a beep. The electronic lock on the door gives way.

The voices are mixed: some men and some women. I strain to make out the voice of the one who owns me. But the inflections are wrong. The pitches are off. I don’t recognize anyone.

My anxiety increases exponentially. My heart races and I’m fighting to keep my fear hidden. It was HIS handwriting, I repeat in my head. 

I know better than to say anything. Unless asked a question or given permission to speak freely, I must remain quiet. But my curiosity and fear are welling up. Who are these people? How many are there? What are their plans? Where are you?

I maintain composure by rationalizing the situation. If they had a key then only you could have given it to them. I’m sure they’ve been informed of my importance to you.  But how far have they been instructed to go? What limits have you placed on them, on me? Where are you?

The voices are closer now. The group is in the bedroom with me. I hear a bottle uncorked and realize this is to be a party for them. They start discussing my ass, my mouth, and my large breasts. The curve of my back and the muscles in my legs are evaluated as if I’m being assessed for the Kentucky Derby.

I hear approval in their voices. They are crudely discussing me as if I’m not there.

“That ass will mark nicely.”

“I can smell her pussy already. She likes fear.”

“She knows to keep her legs open. I like ‘em well trained.”

The statements let me know they are in the BDSM community, and that I’m in for a long night. I feel hands on my body. I try to keep track but I can't tell how many different people are touching me. I try to identify men and women to no avail. I feel a slap on my ass. It’s quick and hard. Not as hard as my owner, but one that says, "We have a purpose, and you're it."

I hope you're here, but I don't know. I know these can only be people you trust. I am your most valued toy. I am pulled forcefully by my restraints to the edge of the bed. My knees are pushed off, making me stand. I’m pulled back a couple steps and I can feel that someone is circling me.

Body heat is close behind me. I know the person is tall because I can feel breath on my neck coming from above. He must be a very large man. I am afraid, but quiet. I concentrate on my breathing and try to slow my speeding heart. 

He leans in and whispers, "I know you prefer Cantaloupe. Please tell me if at any time you would like some."

Hearing my safeword has put me at ease. One, I can stop this at any time. Two, I know for sure that you have talked to this man. That he understands I belong to you. 

The power of my safeword has renewed my spirit. I stand taller, my head back. 

He pushes my head down, my chin now resting on my chest. He says quietly, "He told me you were a haughty bitch. Your master knew exactly how you would react. But don’t get carried away. You use that word and you’ll let him down. I’ll have to tell him what a disappointment you were. I know you don’t want that.” He walks around and presses himself into me, flattening my breasts against his strong chest. 

“He said you were progressing nicely in your training and I offered to perform your first exam.” He grabs my hair and pulls my ear to his mouth. “Do you want to fail him?"

“No, sir.” My voice is weak and belays my fear. I don’t know if I can handle this. Master, where are you?  

My thoughts are interrupted by the abrupt withdrawal of the large man’s body. I feel cold and exposed, my nipples hardening in the sensed coolness. I feel a small hand, the palm soft on my waist. It runs over my stomach and up between my breasts. My nipples are pinched roughly as I feel warm lips on mine. A wet, soft tongue presses against my mouth and I allow it entrance. The style of the kiss makes me think it is a woman and I know I’m right as I feel breasts press against me. My nipples harden further and I feel a fingers moving insistently to my hot pussy. She spreads my outer lips and pulls a finger from the opening to my clit, distributing my wetness. “Mmm. Nice and wet. I like you already. Do you like me?” 

A wet finger is pressed into my mouth. At first I think I taste myself but it is clearly different. A salty musk that is not unpleasant. “Yes, ma’am. I like you.”

“Good. You’ll be getting a lot more of me later.”

I feel her move away from me and I’m left alone for a while. My imagination is running wild and I wonder what or who could possibly be next. I feel a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. I bow my head immediately assuming a submissive position. 

“What do you want, Bitch?” It’s the man from before. This is an easy test. My training began with me recognizing I had no wants, except for one….

“To please my Master.”

“What about your pleasure?”

“His pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Turn to your left, about 10 o’clock and crawl forward until I tell you to stop.”

I head in that direction slowly with what I hope is feline grace. I’m not accustomed to crawling. I’ve always thought it beneath me. He must’ve sensed my hesitation.

I feel the slap of a crop on my back. I drop to my elbows as the sharp pain is reflected as a bright light behind my closed lids. 

“You think you’re too good to crawl? Do you forget so easily what you are? You are property. Nothing more.” Another quick snap and the crop meets flesh again. This time, I’m prepared and stay on all fours.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.” I crawl faster toward the 10 in my head. 

“Stop now. Roll over on your back and be sure to expose yourself to our lovely guests.”

I lay on my back in what I believe is the living room of the suite. Voices are all around me. I can hear glasses clinking and random pieces of conversation. I raise my knees to my chest and let my legs fall open. Making sure my tight ass is also visible.

“Touch yourself, slut. Show us all how you cum. Make it good, too. It might be the only one you have tonight.”

Feet planted far apart on the soft carpet, my pussy is open and wet. A feeling of embarrassment comes and goes. I must do this. My pussy is warm and dripping and I hope you are here to see it. My nipples are hard and I roll them between my fingers. I push my chin into my chest and pull my large breasts up to suck and bite on my nipples. My hands travel my body slowly. I’m drawing it out. The thought of a room full of people watching me is turning me on. 

My hands gravitate toward my pussy and the first touch of my clit brings a moan. My clit is already starting to swell, the fat lips of my pussy no longer able to conceal it. I’m so hot and ready. I want them to enjoy the show, but I’m so excited, I don’t think I can last much longer. I insert two fingers into my wet pussy and fuck myself powerfully. 

My juice is dripping down the crack of my ass, giving me ideas. I insert one coated finger into my ass and work it in. The other slick finger soon joins it. My pussy is jealous and my thumb finds its way to my drenched opening. My hands are producing more pleasure than I can stand. I cum loudly and continue stroking myself unhurriedly as my breathing returns to normal. Applause brings my attention back to the room. 

“Nicely done,” said my examiner.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I want you back on all fours.”

I get into position and wonder what the liquid moving down my inner thighs looks like. The visual image is ripped from my conscience as I feel the paddle. It feels like stiff leather with studs. I yell loudly.

“That’s right. Let me know when it hurts.”

Three more quick blows to my ass. The last makes me scream and flex my hands into tight fists. The next blow is a repeat of the last one. My scream becomes louder as another blow like the one before it lands on my now sensitive ass. Staying in position is difficult and my whole body is tense. My muscles are taut and straining. 

I stop counting when I get to 18, and try to relax into the now constant sting. I concentrate on the heat that resonates from my ass when the blows slow down, and become harder. I bite my lip, trying to fight back the tears, but they spill over anyway. 

“That’s enough.” It’s you. You’ve been here all along. I am proud of my ability to take the paddling without crumbling, but the fact that you saw my resilience makes me happy beyond words. I rest myself on my elbows as I feel a hand on my ass. The touch brings a painful tingle to my skin. 

“Hello again, pet. It’s time we get better acquainted.” I recognize the voice as the woman that kissed me. She inserts her fingers into my sex and remarks on my wetness. 

I can hear her sucking my juices from her hand.

I feel her presence on the floor in front of me as I recognize the smell of her pussy from my earlier taste. “Come here and lick me, little one.” I plant my face in her fragrant lips and lick for all I’m worth. I nibble and suck on her clit until she writhes below me. I extend my tongue and firmly insert it into her. Fucking her with my mouth while my fingers stroke her clit. I feel hands on my shoulders and she’s pulling me up to kiss her. 

Our tongues share the juice from her pussy and I moan when she reaches down to touch me. Her hard nipples are pressing into me and I must lick them. I can taste perfumed lotion and I lick and suck more slowly. Savoring the taste of her skin. She puts her hands on my waist and turns my body. I take the hint and put my pussy above her face. She uses long broad strokes on me while I lick her clit and finger her shaved pussy. 

I’m finding it hard to concentrate on pleasing her while she is driving me crazy with her mouth. But I manage somehow. I feel something pushing against my ass and I assume it’s her finger. But as it enters me, I realize it’s larger than any finger. I think it’s a butt plug or dildo until I feel its warmth. Soon I feel warm skin against my ass. The woman below me slides down to give the dick inside me more room. 

It’s not my owner; I’d know his dick anywhere. I stop caring about the identity of the man because she’s licking my clit and fingering my pussy and now my ass is being thoroughly fucked. I raise my head and moan in earnest. I don’t think I’m supposed to enjoy being used, but this feels too good to feel guilty. 

Another dick presses against my mouth and I open to let it in. Hands tangle in my hair as he pushes himself down my throat. He pulls out slowly and I lick at the head of another dick I can’t identify. 

My clit is being expertly licked and I’d love to repay the favor but the dick in my mouth is taking precedence. Her legs are open wide allowing the man fucking my mouth to stand in front of me. I can smell her pussy and begin to stroke it. Her moans against my clit are sending me over the top. I moan around the hard dick I’m sucking and it drives him on. 

The dick in my ass increases its pace and I think I’m going to cum soon. My moans must be giving me away, because soon I hear Master say…

“Not yet.” I mentally pull myself back from the edge. I practice the breathing techniques my owner has taught me and I ride the wave of pure bliss that exists just below orgasm. I tingle all over and the dick in my mouth has become the focus of all my energy. I lower myself to the base over and over until he pulls out and cums on my face. 

I lick my lips as he backs away leaving me room to lick the woman who is licking me. I wipe the cum from my face onto her already wet pussy and lick it all. The salty mixture is intoxicating. A hard slap on my ass causes my backside to wiggle with the sting. The delightful torture must be mutual because he slaps my ass again. The dick in my ass is threatening to send me over the edge.

“Now.” The one word from you and I fall into the abyss. My pussy and ass are convulsing with spasms causing the man behind me to explode deep within my bowels. The added lubrication lets him slide in and out easily and my orgasm continues. My moans are muffled by the mouthful of pussy. 

She’s released my pussy and is now trembling below me. I shake my head back and forth adding movement to my already vibrating tongue on her clit. Her orgasm is next and she pulls my face into her. I collapse on top of her, licking softly to clean her. She and I lay there, tired, in a puddle of cum and sweat. 

After a while, I hear people leaving and I move to let her up. The paddling and the sex have me exhausted and I lower myself back to the carpet for more rest. I hear the last guest leave and wonder if you’ve left me here alone. 

I feel you place my collar on my neck and I know you are pleased with me. Nothing else matters. You walk to a chair and I crawl happily behind you. I rest my body against the leg and put my head in your lap. A cool cloth bathes my face and neck as you stroke my hair. “You did very well tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I’m almost purring with delight.

“Rest, slave. There’s still tomorrow.”



The Test



I was watching Kari’s gorgeous ass sway seductively as she puttered in the yard. So sexy. So alluring. God damn, I’m sure she’s day dreaming about some guy she wants to fuck. I could just imagine the motion of her ass as it worked to take some huge cock in her. 

I shook my head. What was I doing? She is just doing some gardening! I admit I have an overactive imagination and a jealous streak. My wife is so damn gorgeous. She is blond, with a sweet face but an evil twinkle in her eye. She’s tall with long, gorgeous legs. Her breasts are firm and large, but no one would ever assume they weren’t natural. We have been married for ten years and she still gets me hard with her smile. She wears clothes that are at once revealing, but modest. Light sundresses that look like they will be lifted over her hips with a breeze. Short, loose skirts that tempt a man to let his hands wander to caress the treasures within. Blouses with low necklines that hint at the wondrous tits that she shares only with me. To borrow a phrase, she is built for sex – both physically, and mentally. And just staring at her as she wandered through the yard, I couldn’t help believe that she was thinking about sex. 

Maybe I’m wrong. But I was getting obsessed with this. My mind furiously tried to erase the thought or find some way to resolve it.  She is too damn sexy. We have a great sex life, but I also wondered if she enjoyed sex so much that sex with me just wasn’t enough. 

I confessed my fears to my old buddy, Bruce. Now Bruce is a pretty good looking guy, and he hangs out at my house a lot. But Kari is about as attracted to Bruce as a gazelle to a lion. We all have a good time together, but in no way was her fidelity to me with Bruce around a challenging test. There was just no chemistry. This surprised me a little, because Bruce had never settled down and he always had a fair amount of female company. 

Bruce would hear none of my suspicions.

“There is no way she is cheating on you, Dave. I know she’s hot, but she’s just not wired that way. Believe me, I can read women and I get absolutely no signal from her.”

“Yeah, but Bruce. She would never go for you knowing we’re friends. It’s not a real test.”

“Well then, why don’t you put her to a so-called ‘real test’. 

Together, we hatched a plan. We decided that I should put her in a situation that could lead to extramarital sex and see how she reacted. But how? 

I travel on business about once a month for a few days. I hate the separation, but Kari and I have adjusted to it. I was always beside myself on these trips thinking that she was using that time to find another cock to suck, but I had no inkling that she actually was. No tell tale come stains. No hang up phone calls. None of the usual things jealous husbands hunt for. 

She went to the gym during the week, but she always went with girlfriends. I spied on her occasionally, but nothing ever happened. We went to bars, but she always said no if someone asked her to dance. She never talked about another man while we were making love. So why was I so convinced? Clearly, I had a problem. And our solution was to make sure Kari was faithful.

Slowly, carefully, Bruce and I conceived a plan. Step one: hire a yard boy from the neighborhood, make sure he comes over while I’m out of town. That’s a winning scenario. The young hunk works around the house without his shirt. Kari, forced to watch him sweat and strain and flex all day, gets hornier and hornier. She invites him in for a drink. He accepts. Next thing you know, she’s on the floor getting split by his huge, inexperienced monster meat. 

Bruce volunteered to keep an eye on the place while I was gone so he could report on anything suspicious. 

So I set it up. Young Jeff down the street was happy to help. 19 years old. Home from college. Just cocky enough to have a chance. Six foot four with washboard stomach. Blue eyes. Always running around with shorts and no shirt in the warm weather. Kari objected that she didn’t need the help but when I point out all the stuff I just can’t seem to get to, she agrees. When I talked to Jeff, I tell him, in a subtle and roundabout way, that I will be out of town, and that he should do whatever makes her happy. He looks at me, confused, but offers a polite response. He was scheduled to help on Tuesday. I was planning to return Thursday. 

Tuesday comes, and I head to the airport. Kari wanted a quickie before I left, but I decided that it would be a better test if she was still horny. She looked a little frustrated.

On Wednesday, I got a call on my cell phone from Kari. 

“Hey, honey. How’s it going with Jeff?

“Jeff is doing great. I’m so glad we did this. Now we will really be able to enjoy the yard. 

“That’s great. Hey, Kari, I gotta run

“Dave? 

“Yes, dear

“Nothing. It’s alright. I’ll call you tonight. 

She didn’t call me that night, which worried me, but I was so tired that I didn’t even think about it until later.



On Thursday night, I return home. The weeds are gone. The shrubs trimmed. Flowers are planted. Looks like Kari and Jeff were busy alright – working in the garden. Wow. What a relief. 

Kari was amazing the night I got home. After dinner, she disappeared into the bedroom, and returned wearing a nearly sheer, form fitting blouse that I had never seen before. She came to me and sat down on my lap and kissed me deeply. 

“I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you.”

Between kisses, I asked her about Jeff

“The garden looks great. Looks like Jeff did a great job.”

“Yes, he was okay.” She had a look in her eye that said that maybe he wasn’t. 

“What’s wrong”

“Well, Jeff is a nice boy and all. But he wasn’t real mature. As he was working, I kept catching him checking me out. It made me uncomfortable without you here.” 

“Did he do anything inappropriate?”

“Oh, no. He was fine. He was fun to work with. He’s a handsome boy so I didn’t mind checking him out too. Thanks for the eye candy.” She giggled shyly at her own admission. It gave me a chill, but it also turned me on.

And with that, there were no more words. She unbuttoned the blouse to allow me to feast on her wondrous orbs, to nibble down to her stomach, to remove her pants and feast on her golden cunt. We fucked twice that night. She missed me. 

Part II 

Bruce confirmed what he could. Yes, they were both working hard, but they seemed to have fun. While Jeff was definitely checking Kari out with her back turned, Bruce reported that Kari also seemed to let her eyes wander when Jeff was straining with the wheel barrow or carrying garbage bags. 

“But Buddy, they were never alone inside together. I think she might have been interested, but nothing happened. Maybe he wasn’t her type.” 

Hmmm. Interesting thought. A boy. Immature. Eye candy. Okay, so she passed that test. Maybe she needed more of a challenge. More of a man. 

I posed my thinking to Bruce. He looked thoughtful. 

“Yeah, I suppose she might not want to rob the cradle.  Maybe he reminded her of her brother or something. If the guy was more mature and reliable, I think that would be harder for her.” 

“I think I can find another guy that might be a challenge. Then, if she passes, you can relax,” Bruce told me. I hoped he was right. 

___________________________________

The following month, I told her that I was hiring a painter to do the guest room that she had been after me to do. She asked when he was coming.

“Next Wednesday.”

“Aren’t you out of town next Wednesday?”

“Uh, I guess so. Is that okay.”

“I guess.” 

“What’s wrong?”

“Well you know I don’t like it when there are strangers here when you’re not around. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Why?”

“Why? What if they’re an axe-murderer? What if they are wanted by the cops? What if they won’t work hard and I can’t get them to do their job?” 

“Well Bruce recommends him highly. “

“Bruce recommends him? That’s supposed to make me feel better? “ 

“Of course!. Tell you what. I can ask Bruce to come stop by when the guy is here just to keep an eye on things. Would that make you feel safer.”

“In a way….”

“Look. You’ve been after me to paint these rooms for months. With my travel schedule, it is just not happening. I negotiated a good deal with Russ and this way you can get the painting done you want.” 

“Russ? That’s the guys name?”

“Yes, what about it. “ 

“Nothing. Just nice to know I will know the guy’s name when I’m screaming and running away from him. Finally, a smile.” 

“Look, I’ll let Bruce know you’re concerned. He’ll play the hard ass and keep you safe. And you can call me if anything happens.” 

With that, we hugged and I headed off to work. Kari looked thoughtful. 

What I didn’t tell her is that Bruce and I had already talked to Russ. Russ was, in fact, a contract painter. But Bruce knew him from a rugby league he was in. Meeting Russ was pretty nerve-wracking. He was shorter than me – a solid 6 feet of rock hard muscle. But he did not have a rugged, scary face. He seemed smart and gentle and wise. He was a painter because he liked having the flexibility to schedule his own time. He was very mature and comfortable with himself, which made me uncomfortable. 

I could barely speak, as Bruce laid out the scenario.

“Listen, Russ, this is a real job with real money. But we have another agenda here. My buddy here is nervous that his wife is cheating on him, and he just wants to make sure that she’s inclined to be faithful.” 

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“Well you’re a test. We want you to do the paint job. But we also want you to try to lay on the charm. Be nice, attentive. See if she goes for it.”

“How far should I take it? “ 

“As far as she lets you, right, Dave? But we are testing her. It has to be what she wants.” 

I shook my head yes. 

Russ stared at me intently, then back to Bruce. 

“Okay, I’m in.” 

Part III

Once again, I did the best I could to leave Kari hot and bothered before I left town. The night before I left, I backed her against the sink in the kitchen, knelt down and went to work on her pussy. I had her on the edge of relief about 3 times before I finally let her come. In my experience, oral sex doesn’t relieve her horniness, it inspires it. But I begged off fucking her that night. 

The next morning, I was getting ready to head out the door, when Kari emerged from the bathroom wearing short running shorts, a loose mostly unbuttoned old shirt of mine, and a bikini top underneath. Only Kari could look that sexy getting ready to help paint the house. My cock twitched at the thought of Russ’ reaction. 

With my imagination working overtime, I headed out the door. I remained distracted throughout the day – interrupted only by one call from Kari. 

“hey beautiful!”

Her voice was soft and sexy –

“hi, handsome. How’s your day going?”

“Good. How’s the painting going”

“Real good. Russ is a very nice man. He’s very good at this. I’m afraid I’m not being very helpful. I’m probably slowing him down by being around. “ 

“Has Bruce been by?” 

“Yes, once. I expect him back later”. 

“Are you feeling safe? “ 

“Oh, yes. I’m happy to get this job done and you picked a great painter. Did you know he was that handsome?”

“Handsome? No. I only talked to him on the phone. Bruce never said anything. “

“That figures. Yes, he’s very attractive. Not what I expected in a house painter. You’d better be ready when you get home. You keep sending these hot guys to work at our house, I’m going to be ready to do a number on you when you get home.”

“I can’t wait.” 

Handsome? Well, she obviously wasn’t blind.

“I returned home the next night and the house looked great. The new colors in the rooms made the house seem new. At first, I couldn’t find Kari anywhere. When I wandered back to the bedroom to put my suitcase away, I could hear a low buzz.

On the bed, was Kari. She was frantically fucking herself with her vibrator, writhing on the bed. She was nude except for another bikini top which was pulled off one breast. I was nude in a flash and attacked the one exposed tit with my tongue. This unleashed a wave of moans from Kari. As I was nibbling on her nipples, I noticed small flecks of paint on her flesh – around her tits, and her stomach. 

Panting, she said…”I told you… I was going to be …horny…unghhh”

And with that I replaced her vibrator with my cock and plunged deeply into her tight, moist cunt. There was no gentle love making now. This was fucking. I was at least as horny as she was and we spent much of the night in each other’s arms, repeatedly finding ourselves lost in our lust. 

“Well, what happened.” I checked in with Bruce the next day. 

“Man, Kari looked sexy. I had a bone everytime I came by”

“Shut up, Bruce. Did Russ get anywhere?” 

“Man, he thought he would. Kari spent the whole day helping him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her he said. He said she was definitely flirting and attentive. But no, I don’t think anything happened. “ 

“Well she fucked the living shit out of me last night, so she must have had some reaction”. 

“Well, buddy, this has to make you happy. She saved it all for you.”

“I guess.”

“Jeez. What do you want. You’ve sent two horny hunks in there and all she’s done is fuck your brains out when you get home. I’m beginning to wonder if you want her to cheat.

Ouch. 

“No, Bruce, you’re right. She’s passed every test. I guess I was wrong. I couldn’t be happier or more in love with her than ever right now. “ 

“When are you going out of town again?”

“Next week. Three days on the coast. Why?”

“Tell you what. I’ll do some drive by’s, make sure she stays on the up and up. I’m sure she’s faithful. But I want to look out for my buddy.”

“Thanks, Bruce.” 

Part IV 

As I was packing, Kari asked me if I had any hunky workmen scheduled to come by when I was out of town again. She gave me a funny pout when I said, no, that I’d run out of hunky workmen.  

“Well, you know I’ll be horny when you get back anyway. Just don’t be late or I can’t be held responsible for my actions”, she giggled and waggled her braless tits in front of me. 

“That’s it. You’re in trouble.” I tackled her and pulled her shirt up. She pretended to fight me off, but quickly gave in to the passion.

Part V

The next day, the trip was a disaster. The flight was diverted mid-route to another airport. I was delayed several more hours. My cell phone ran out of juice, and the clients were retrenching on our deal – claiming technical problems. 

By 3 that afternoon, I decided to give up. Get on a flight home, and be in my wife’s arms by dinner. 

My cab dropped me off at home at 6 and when I walked in the door, there was no sign of Kari. Her car was here, but she wasn’t. I assumed she was at a neighbor’s house, or went to dinner with a girlfriend. I was exhausted, so I showered, got in bed to read, and quickly dozed off. 

I was roused sometime later by the sound of the door and voices, Kari’s and someone else. They were being loud, friendly and boisterous. Through the haze, I tried to figure it out. It was BRUCE!

I rolled out of bed and quietly tiptoed down the hallway to get in better earshot. 

“I want to thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me, Bruce.”

--what??—

“I had a great time, Kari. You’re a beautiful woman and Dave is lucky to have you as his wife.” Good old Bruce..

“Really? I’m a little surprised you’d say that, after….”

“No. Really. You’re everything a guy could ask for. He raves about you all the time.” 

“That’s the nicest thing you could say. It makes me feel a lot better.”

Better about what?

“Well, Kari, I’d better go. I’m really glad you called me.” 

What a gentleman.

“Bruce, her voice was quieter, “can you stay for a little while. I just don’t want to be alone right now.” 

“Yeah, Kari. I’d love to stay. “ 

“I’ll get us some drinks. Scotch, right? “

Uh-oh. 

I heard two sets of foot steps toward the kitchen. I took a chance to peak around the corner. I could see the two walking together. Kari was wearing her short black dress. It was cut just below her ass cheeks. A very sexy outfit for a friendly dinner with my old buddy. I also knew that from the front, Bruce would have had a very nice view of her ample cleavage. I wondered about her bra, and whether her nipples would be pointing through the sheer material. I found myself almost hoping they were, and caught myself. I was imagining myself in Bruce’s shoes (or boxers). 

I retreated to the safety of a spare bedroom to await the next chapter. I had a view of one half of the couch.  It wasn’t long before they returned to the living room.  I could see Bruce, but not Kari, who sat next to him. 

“The house looks great, Kari. All that work really made a difference.” 

“About that, Bruce. I really want to thank you. “ 

“For what?” 

“For not telling Dave about…about what you saw. “

“Kari, Dave is my best friend. But what I saw is between you and him. I know you love him and he loves you and what happened isn’t going to change that.” 

“You’re right, Bruce. I know you’re right. I just couldn’t help myself.” 

“I understand. You’re looking at a guy who has made a few decisions with his dick in his life. I am curious, though…”

“About what?”

“Well, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want. But I was curious to know what happened. How it got as far as it did. “

“Oh, Bruce. I’m so embarrassed. I don’t…”

“That’s okay. It’s not important. It’s really just…”

“What?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, it really turned me on.  I’ve thought a lot about what I saw and I’d kind of like to hear the whole story. I guess that’s rude – for me to ask you about it for my own prurient interest.” 

Kari didn’t say anything for a minute. I could see Bruce’s head turned toward her.

“Actually, Bruce, I hate to admit this, but I’m glad you asked.”

“Really?”

“Who else can I talk to about this? It’s killing me. I can’t tell Dave. I don’t know what he would think.”

Neither, at the moment, did I. 

“So what did happen?”

“Well, when Jeff came over to help with the yard, it started out very friendly and light. I told him what we needed done and he was very polite. I went inside to let him work, but I kept going to the window to, uh, keep an eye on him. After awhile, I rationalized that the work would go faster if I went out and helped him. 

“I wasn’t feeling or looking particularly sexy at that point. I was just working y’know? I was wearing a loose shorts outfit – nothing too revealing. But everytime I looked Jeff’s way, I caught him checking me out. I have to admit, I was flattered. At one point, he was mowing the lawn, and I was on the ground weeding a patch of garden. I looked up and saw him walking away from me. I couldn’t help myself. I just stared at his ripped legs and his butt. When he turned the mower around, I was still staring, I guess. My eyes finally looked up to his face, and he was smiling in this charming and embarrassed way. 

“What did you do?”

“I smiled back. And then I realized, in the position I was in, he could stare right down my blouse to see my boobs.” 

“How did that make you feel.”

“Like someone hit me with an electric charge – right down to my, well, it felt good.” 

“God, that sounds so sexy. What happened then.”

“Well, our little game continued, with each of us being less and less shy. I was moving around, bending over to pick things up in front of him. I thought I saw a bulge in his basketball shorts, and believe me, I was looking for one.” 

“I’m sure you were.”

“After about an hour of this, I went inside to get us something to drink. That’s when I made a decision to push the envelope. I went to get changed into my shortest, sexiest shorts and a silk t-shirt. I skipped the bra. I wanted him to see me, to want me. I couldn’t help it.” 




The Test



Beverly was crying. Her bosom heaved up and down as each sob wracked her body. "I've got to leave you, Gary. I can't live a lie anymore!"

I cradled her in my arms, wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks, her farm girl freckles magnified by each drop. We sat on the couch, in the third year of our marriage, as I tried to make sense out of what Bev was saying. This often was not easy, as she was no rocket scientist. But Bev's simple, kind nature more than made up for her lack of mental prowess. She loved me truly. She loved me deeply. So the idea that she must leave me had clearly been put in her head. I needed to find out why, and who.

"Bev my love, Why do you think you must leave me?" I asked softly.

"Oh Gary! I didn't know when I married you! Now I know and it changes everything! My whole life is a lie! Our marriage is a lie!" Bev sobbed.

"Bev dear, what didn't you know? What changes everything?" I asked.

"Oh Gary! I'm a lesbian!" Bev sobbed, uncontrollably for several minutes.

"C'mon, Bev. It will be OK. How long have you been a lesbian?" I asked.

"Since this afternoon. I found out. I took the test. I'm a lez!" Bev sobbed again, and I held her softly until she had pretty well cried herself out.

"Bev, you don't become a lesbian in just one afternoon. Tell me about it."

"Oh, Gary! Jenny and Selena and Cassandra and I all went shopping. We went to Victoria's Secret and bought all kinds of lingerie, then we went back to Cassy's house and tried them on. Cassy took her bra off and caught me looking at her breasts. She said if I looked I must be Lez!"

"Bev dear, just looking at Cassy's boobs doesn't make you a lesbian!"

"Oh Gary, that was only the beginning! I told Cassy that I wasn't a lez, and she challenged me to prove it. I told her I didn't know how to do that and she told me it was simple, just take the test. I had no idea what she was talking about, and she just stood there, with her bra off, a really nice 36C, all black and lacy, with under wire and front clasp..."

"Bev dear, enough about the bra. Back to the story please." I said firmly.

"Oh! Right. Well, her breasts were just there, and I looked again, and she demanded that I take the test if I was going to stay around them. Jenny and Selena quickly agreed that they couldn't have me running around with them without knowing for sure if I was a lez or not." Bev said shakily.

"You keep talking about this test. What is this test?" I asked calmly.

"I didn't even know there was such a thing. Cassy said there is a test for each kind of sexual persuasion. You can find out if you like guys, dig chicks, anything. I told Cassy I would take the test, just tell me where to go. She said it wasn't like that, we could do it right there, and within a half an hour I'd know if I was a lez! Then she explained what that meant. If I was a lez, then it was wrong to lead you on. If I was into women, then I would be lying to myself, and you, every time we went to bed together! In fact, since people are the way they are their entire lives, I'd been lying to you, without knowing it, through our whole relationship! Oh, Gary! I so desperately wanted that to be untrue! I would have done anything to prove that our love was the real thing! It was the centerpiece of my life! My rock! My lover, the one person who really cared for me! All a lie!"

So Cassy was the one behind all this. I didn't know her very well, but I knew her kind. She would take a lollipop from a baby in a cradle if she wanted something sweet, only to throw it in the dirt two seconds later. Cassy wanted something, and she was a schemer. Her direct seduction of Bev must have just been the opening move in her game, using Bev as a pawn, but to what end? To figure it out, I needed to know more.

"OK, Bev, I understand. So what did she have you do?" I asked calmly. Bev was really surprised I was so calm, and she settled down too.

"The test, Cassy explained, has four parts, each five minutes long. The first part is kissing another woman, really kissing her, just like she is your lover. The second part is feeling up her breasts while she licks, caresses, and fondles yours. The third part is fingering each other, using your hands just like when you masturbate, but on each other. The last part is licking her pussy while she licks yours. If you are not a lez, you won't get turned on. If you're a lez, you get turned on. If you climax, in any of the four parts, then you are a hardcore lez! That's what I am!" Bev sobbed.

"OK, dear, settle down. There, there. It's OK. I understand. I don't love you any less. Our marriage is going to be OK." I said soothingly.

"How can that be? I'm a hardcore lez! I came, over and over again!"

"Bev dear, tell me every detail. Start at the beginning. Go slowly."

"Cassy had Selena and Jenny watch as judges. She took our bras and panties and put them over the chair. I'd gotten a really nice red set, you always liked how it brought out the strawberry highlights in my blond hair..."

"Yes Bev, you have such beautiful, long blond hair." I agreed.

"I looked at the dark fur between her legs, and she said she was sure, and they all laughed at me. I got real certain that I was going to do it, and that nothing she could do would turn me on like you do." Bev said firmly.

"Cassy is like that. She forces people to take a stand." I agreed.

"She came up to me, as we were both standing there in her bedroom, pressing her soft breasts against mine, her incredibly soft lips to mine. It was like an electric shock. I was disoriented. She kissed me, softly but insistently. I just stood there, stunned. Jenny said that I had to kiss her back, pretend she was my lover, or it didn't count and they would have to start over. Selena said that maybe Cassy wasn't the one who turned me on, and I should pick the woman. Jenny said I wouldn't tell them the truth, hoping that I could fake them out. Maybe they should all test me, she said."

"I never knew that about Selena and Jenny. Go on." I said eagerly.

"Well, Cassy kept kissing me, and I kissed her back. She hugged me and caressed me. I ran my hands over her body. It was so soft! I got weak in the knees, like I do, and I blushed as we fell on the bed. Selena and Jenny just laughed at us, saying we were too eager to get each other into bed. Cassy had a wild look in her eyes, and she was breathing hard. I was too! I felt like I had already failed the test, I'd gotten turned on, and there were three parts to come! A wave of shame, followed by a wicked little burst of lust, the combination of kissing my friend, kissing a woman, kissing someone besides my husband, and doing some kinky sex thing I can't explain."

"I bet Cassy knew exactly how you felt." I said soothingly.

"Oh boy did she! She laid us out on the bed, so that her breasts were near my face, and my breasts were next to hers. Jenny said it was time to start the second part, and Cassy touched them, so gently, yet firmly, knowing precisely what would turn a woman on. She licked and sucked my nipples, teased them with her fingers, driving me wild with passion. I copied everything she did. Her tits were so soft! Her stiff little nipples were like pink berries, and she moaned as I licked them! I was moaning too, mewling like a kitten! I was certain that Selena and Jenny would be laughing at me, but they were strangely silent. I saw them out of the sides of my eye as I moved from breast to breast. They had pulled their panties down, Selena was fingering her dark red fur, while Jenny's finger vibrated over her own clit, as they sat in chairs on opposite sides of the bed, legs spread. I thought to myself, would Cassy like it like that? Would I? I nearly came from that thought alone, as a shiver of passion rippled through my body."

"Hard not to be turned on with all that going on." I said supportively.

"Don't I know it! My body was humming, hot as a firecracker, nipples stiff, pussy dripping, the soft feeling of Cassy and her caresses driving me crazy! It seems like it went on and on, how could it have been just five minutes? It seemed like it would never end! Then it did, and all I could think of was touching Cassy again! I could smell her, her hot pussy odor mixing with mine. What would it taste like? Oh, Gary...." Bev sighed. Bev was turned on, full blast, just by the memory. I was very jealous. I really would have liked to have seen her and Cassy together!

"So what happened next? Did you taste her pussy then?" I asked.

"No. No. That came much later. Cassy moved us around on the bed, her purple velvet comforter caressing my body as it brushed against me. Cassy spread my legs with her hands, teasing my thighs, playing around my mound. I automatically did the same, and she closed her eyes and sighed. I kissed her then, and she responded! She ran her nails like claws, up and down my inner thighs, circling around my ass, pulling my cheeks apart with one hand as she rubbed her palm over my mound. It was thrilling! But that was nothing compared to what came next! She drew her claws back to my opening, as her fingers sought out my clit. She rubbed her fingers in the juices pouring out from my slit, and entered my cunt hole so gently it was like she just slipped inside me! Then she was thrusting inside me with her fingers, as she flicked her other hand back and forth over my clit. I could feel the waves building inside my cunt, and I could even feel the rhythms of her body as Cassy responded to me! Our kiss was nothing but wild abandon, the two of us locked mouth to mouth as the ripples of pleasure in our body overtook us. I climaxed, whimpering into her mouth, as Cassy's body thrashed in spasms of ecstasy. I had stifled my orgasm, she had celebrated hers." Bev said sadly.

"Did you feel like you were cheating?" I asked her softly.

"Yes. Yes, Gary, I did. I felt I had no right to take my pleasure from her. I was ashamed for being turned on by a woman. I knew the way you made me feel when you go down on me, and if Cassy was anywhere near that good, I was going to have several orgasms, every one without you." Bev said softly.

"It's OK. Your body responded. Your had to feel that way." I said.

"Well, it wasn't like that was the end of it!(giggles) Cassy and I kept stroking each other's muffs, and the excitement just hit a plateau. I pulled away from our kiss, and stared at Selena's dark red muff. Her pussy lips were really swollen, like Mick Jagger after a boxing match. I checked Cassy's, and the soft texture of her pussy lips is something I will remember for a long, long time. Jenny had her blond muff split open, gnawing on her left hand's fingers while her right hand was just a blur on her clit. She came, thrashing in her chair, then sat there, looking at us in a glaze of lust. Selena cried out, her hips bucking so hard she half slid right out of the chair. Cassy kissed me, telling me how beautiful I was, how lovely my pussy was, how good a lover I was. She told me how much she wanted to eat me, taste my sweet snatch, lick up all my juices, tongue out my quim until I begged her for mercy. I told Cassy how much I wanted to find out how her pussy tasted, how much I wanted to make her cum." Bev said, panting. I could tell how turned on Bev was. Her scent filled the room.

"So Cassy slid over me, placing her knees on either side of my head. She dove right in, kissing my mound, her fingers sliding inside me to dip out my juices, then she would lick her fingers off! I had to pull her muff down on my face, licking into her dark fur. The taste surprised me. I've tasted my own pussy on your cock. Hers was so much slicker, oily, even buttery. The fishy scent you often complain of was there, but more subtle. I licked her pussy and she licked mine! I guided my fingers into her to taste more of her, licking them off just as she had mine. My fingers entered her again, and I tried to catch up with a faster pace, but she took one hand and made me slow down, showing me the pace she wanted. The thought of Selena and Jenny watching me lick out Cassy's pussy drove me over the edge, and my body shook with a tremendous climax. I throbbed. I vibrated. I screamed into her muff. When it was over, it wasn't really over. All I had to do was think of you watching us, and I came like I never have before..." Bev moaned.

"I know how much you like your pussy licked. I'm not surprised." I said.

"Oh Gary! I must have come five times! Cassy came at least six times! One of mine happened the very instant I realized I'd just made Cassy cum with my tongue! Selena and Jenny had disappeared. I later found them on the floor, deep in a lesbian sixty nine as I was leaving." Bev said lustily.

"So did Cassy say anything else to you?" I asked cautiously.

"She told me that the test showed positively that I liked making love to women. I was ashamed, red faced. She told me that you and I would work it out, that she would be there for me when I needed her." Bev almost cried.

"It's OK, honey. She was right we would work it out. Anything else?"

"I grabbed up my clothes and shopping bags. Cassy just lay there on the bed, the glaze of my pussy on her face, legs spread, fingers doing the walking in her private garden. She said 'You will be back. Remember how good it feels!' and it was all I could do to close the door and put on my clothes. I came home and showered, but every touch just made my body remember Cassy's caresses! I tossed myself off in the shower, thinking of a woman! I'm a Lez! I can't believe I've done this to you, to us!" then hysterical sobbing.

"Poor Bev. Poor silly Bev. Cassy has really got you turned around. This isn't a bad thing. It is the best thing that could ever happen to our marriage. Nothing to be upset about at all." I said, soothingly.

"Really? How?" Bev begged between sobs, her childlike innocence at full.

"Did Cassy stop you from loving me? Or me you?" I asked Bev gently.

"No. No. Gary, you know I love you." Bev decided firmly.

"Well then, since I love you, there is another test you must take."

"What test? How do you prove I'm not a lez? I have to be!" Bev stammered.

"No, silly girl, there is another possibility. You are almost surely Bi-sexual. You like both men and women. We could give you the tests involved, just to be certain." I said calmly.

"Oh please,Yes! Yes! Is it possible? What do I have to do?" Bev bounced.

"Simple. We will give you the Hetero test. If you pass that, then we will give you the Bi-sexual test." I said firmly.

"Why two tests? What are they? How soon can I take them?" obviously eager.

"First we have to test that you still like men. With that proven, we find another woman who has passed both the Lez and Hetero tests, and the three of us confirm that you are truly bi-sexual. The Hetero test I can give you tonight. The other test will take some social co-ordination."

"Ok, Gary, I'm all yours! Give me the first test!" Bev pleaded.

"Just like the Lez test, the Hetero test has kissing, fondling, mutual masturbation, and oral sex. It adds a good solid fucking as the last part, because some women can only climax that way." I said seriously.

So I slid the silk bathrobe off of Bev's body. She was not tall, slightly barrel chested, but OH! what a nice pair of tits with rose pink nipples she had! She had shorter, thick swimmers legs, and a dishwater blond thatch of snatch hair, with silky tufts, all matted down with the excitement her hot pussy was oozing like lava. I kissed her, and there was no doubt she was turned on, she kissed me back like I was going off to war! I caressed her body, taking my time, running my hands down her ribcage, playing with her muscular ass, tenderly teasing my fingertips on her naked back. She pushed into me, poking her stiff nipples into my chest, trying to mount me, but settling for rubbing her wet slit along my shaft. A ripple of pleasure shot through her body, and it was time to move on to the next part of the test. 

I slid down, rolling her body beneath me on the couch, as I tenderly kissed, licked, and sucked her tits. Great tits, tits that everyone stared at, the secret key to getting Bev to agree to anything. Unable to concentrate on pleasing someone else, all the pleasure dominated her brain, as I whispered to her to remember how she had felt that afternoon, and how she had proven she would do anything for our love. The tremor of pleasure that passed through her as I kissed her, fingers and thumbs rolling her nipples like a hand rolled cigarette, told me all I needed to know. Bev grabbed my cock, already rock hard just from her erotic story, and started stroking me in a fast beat that would have me spurting in mere moments. I slowed her down, then took my time, teasing her thighs, playing with her ass, then sliding two fingers into her hot channel. I played with her mound and fingered her clit just as she had described from that afternoon. We kissed, deeply, merging our souls, grateful for each other's love, nearly mad with joy. Bev moaned, bucking against my hand as I kept right on fingering her, until she climaxed again. 

She nearly screamed in my mouth, then like lightning, spun around and sucked my cock! I was all the way down her throat before I even saw her slick snatch descend on my face. I could not take much of that, but Bev didn't care. We came together, in the most intimate of oral caresses, and still we wanted more! Bev arched her back as I licked her, mindlessly grunting Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! as her hips thrashed in the most titanic climax I'd ever seen. She orally attacked my cock, bringing it back to full hardness, then spun around, mounting me, fingering herself, her huge breasts wobbling back and forth like crazed balloons, lost in the moment, totally gone with passion. Bev came, time after time, my cock deep inside her, until finally I could not hold on through one more spasm of her sugar walls. I spurted inside her and she came again, smiling, feeling a reprieve from the death sentence Cassy had given our marriage that very afternoon. We went to our bed and cuddled, as I told Bev how very wonderful she was, how many men would give anything to have a wife like her, how I accepted her, totally and completely. It was not a case of either/or, I told her, but how to handle both. She professed her undying love for me, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Cassy came to dinner that Friday night, wary of her invitation. Was I a jealous husband who would demand she leave his wife alone? Did I even know? How much did I know? I could see these thoughts swirling around in her head. When Selena and Jenny arrived, she was even more curious, but realized she had lost her chance to query Bev and find out what was going on. Jenny had worn a white plush sweater and pleated skirt, making her look like a Nordic blond cheerleader. Selena had worn a short black party dress, accenting her dark red hair and hot Hispanic looks. Cassy wore an oriental slit skirt with a plunging neckline, darkly erotic like some oriental vampire. Bev had worn her white silk blouse, with the hot red bra thrusting up her cleavage, a red leather miniskirt with bright red stockings. Every single woman looked good enough to eat, and clearly had the same thought. So we had a nice dinner, catered from a neighborhood four star restaurant, with a nice wine to match. Everyone made little sexual innuendos, and jokes, and outright overtures, until Bev stood up to make a toast.

"To my husband, Gary, the best husband any woman who loves other women could ever have, hold, and hump!" Bev said brightly.

Selena and Jenny blushed. Cassy laughed and downed her glass. "To my wife, Bev, the best wife any man who loves bi-sexual women could ever have, hold, and hump!" I said brightly.

Every single one of us blushed. We all downed our glasses, and felt a thunderbolt of sexual energy rush through us. "To the test! To a woman able to meet my challenge!" Bev dared.




The Test



"What challenge? What test?" Cassy said warily.

Bev said "We need a volunteer to take the Hetero test with Gary. You need to prove you have passed the Lez test, since Gary didn't see that test. So after taking both tests, that volunteer would have to be bi-sexual. Then I can find out if I am truly bi, since I need another bi-sexual woman to pass the BI test. And of course we need judges. Just like the Lez test."

"I'm in" chimed Cassy.

"Me too." chimed Selena.

"Me three." chimed Jenny.

"Excellent. We will schedule your tests and let you know." Bev said.

"I want mine now. I want to take the Hetero test now!" demanded Cassy.

"Me too!" chimed Selena and Jenny simultaneously.

"Well, OK, we will draw straws. Short straw is the judge, long straw takes the test with Gary, whoever is left takes the Lez test with me." Bev said.

Jenny pulled the short straw, Selena the long, and Cassy was clearly put out, but in no position to complain. She couldn't have anyway, because Bev kissed her hotly as she started stripping off their clothes. Selena shrugged, dropped her party dress, and rolled down her panties. Her sharp bee sting pointed tits had been poking at her dress, but now they were in full view. They wobbled deliciously as she swayed her hips, seductively walking toward me. I pulled off my shirt and pants before she made it across the room, and she slid her hand right into my underwear! She milked my half hard shaft, kneaded it like bread dough, as she drilled her nipples into my chest. She dropped my shorts with her free hand as she kissed me, her large, pillowy lips wet, hot, and insistent. She kissed very differently from Bev, very tactically, teasingly, like the pursuit of prey, the primal hunt. I caressed her small body, firm, compact, well toned. Even though her skin was taunt on her lithe frame, Selena was still very soft, very feminine, very sexy. I could smell her scent, spicier, thicker than Bev's. I told her all of these things, telling her how hot and erotic she was, how excited she made me. She just smiled and stroked my shaft, resting her head on my chest. 

I saw Cassy and Bev, kissing passionately, and I suddenly knew this was the right thing to do for her. She loved her friends, and now they were much more than that. Jenny had stripped, spread her legs over the arms of the easy chair, fingering her peach and licking off the nectar. Or maybe she was just lubricating her fingers to make them slide more easily through her snatch. Selena knelt, taking my cock into her mouth, sucking me feverishly, stroking my shaft with her right hand as her left fondled my balls. I nearly came in her mouth, her large lips getting and incredible amount of slick friction on every stroke. I pulled away, stunned, my head spinning, to the sight of Cassy and Bev lying side by side on the couch, feet at either end, sucking on each others breasts and moaning. Selena backed up against me, wrapping my arms around her, plunging my hot dog to nestle against her firm buns. She guided my hands to her breasts. Her small tits were very sensitive, her breathing getting deeper with each light brush of a fingertip over a nipple, each cupping of her breast meat that turned into palms rubbing in circles with just enough contact with the nipple to nearly drive her insane. Early on, her back had arched, her head fell back, and her open mouth was startled to receive my kiss, but she did so eagerly. Her hands slid down to cup my ass, and she moaned, little shivers of lust gripping her body. Her nipples stiffened as if they had suddenly turned into sheet metal, and her tongue frantically danced in my mouth. 

Jenny came over to pull us apart, saying it was well past time to move on to the next part of the test, and Selena just pulled her in, kissing her, moving my hands to her full breasts, sandwiching her between our bodies. Jenny was very soft, the pillowy nature of Selena's lips spread over her whole body. My hard-on nestled between the soft cushions of her rear, and Jenny moaned. I looked over at Cassy and Bev. More time had gone by than I thought. Cassy was laying over Bev, her hair completely obscuring whatever she was doing to Bev's pussy. I could see clearly that Bev's tongue was licking Cassy's reddened wet slit, splitting the dark fur and licking the entire length of her seam. Cassy's meaty ass rippled with a climax, as Bev's fingers slid in and out of her spasming snatch. Bev was humping against her face, I knew they were cumming together. Jenny moaned, her big breasts shaking like jello. Selena had slipped down from kissing one pair of lips to the other. I took Jenny's slack head, pulling her face to the side to kiss her, and she was in a trance, like a cobra before Selena's snake charming flute. 

The instant I had that thought, I was pulled down on the rug, Selena's mouth playing my skin flute, as she maneuvered Jenny to ride my tongue. Selena must have had musical training, because I had never had a blow job like hers before! Unlike the stroke/suck she had given me earlier, this was a full concerto! She played her solo on my skin flute, as I licked Jenny's meaty twat, as Jenny rubbed her own breasts, moaning, bucking against my face. Too much, way too much! Spurt after spurt of ball juice exploded from my shaft into Selena's waiting lips. She pulled off me, to kiss Jenny, sharing the taste of my cum, and Jenny's whole body shook again. When she calmed down, she got off of me, taking her sweet honey pot away. A pussy you could lick forever. I saw why Selena had pulled her in to our embrace. Then Selena was back, kissing me, rubbing her bee sting tits into my chest, rubbing her slick pussy on my leg. Then she spun around, lowering her spicy snatch on my face. Sharper, spicier, her snatch sauce was thick and spicy. Her clit was big and easily teased. She resumed sucking me, and it was obvious to me that her oral skills were developed to preserve her virginity back in high school, or that she had worked for several years as a hooker, since she had me fully hard in no time. 

We ate each other, a feast of sex, swallowing each other's taco and burrito. Time flowed like water, the joy of her orgasms flowed into me like electricity, and I shared in the best oral sex I'd ever had. Jenny had joined Cassy and Bev, inserting herself between them so they had all ended up on the floor, Bev eating Jenny, Jenny eating Cassy, and Cassy eating Bev. They rippled with orgasms, like waves around the flesh ripple they made in the carpet. I entered Selena's tight twat, doggy style, as she fingered herself and we watched the women lick each other. I changed speeds, from slow sensuous fucking, to long distance stroking, to frantic headboard banging tempos and back again. Selena's velvet glove stroked me off, and as her body thrashed beneath me, she milked my last cum of the night from my sore, dry, but very happy balls.

The next night Jenny and Selena came by, both in t-shirts and denim shorts. No one seemed to know where Cassy was, our warm hugs and kisses of greeting bringing back hot memories of the night before. "I figured we might as well be comfortable, since we wouldn't be wearing these clothes very long." Selena said sultrily.

"When can we start? How many parts does the test have?" begged Bev.

"Just as soon as we are all naked we can start. Pick a partner." I said. Selena quickly grabbed Bev, peeling her dress off, which left me with Jenny. Her full cheeks peeked out from her shorts, her full, round breasts pleaded to be released from the T-shirt. Her mouth and hands were on me in a flash, as I stripped her ample curves bare to the gaze of all.

"Now what? What are the parts to this test?" Bev asked again.

"Since you and Selena are the only two to pass both tests, Jenny will have to be the judge. The first part is kissing, licking, fondling, back and forth with each of your partners for ten minutes. The second part is an oral threesome, swapping directions halfway through so that you taste both cock and cunt. The final two parts involve you licking Selena as I screw her, and finally my screwing you as Selena licks you into ecstasy." I said.

"Let's get started." Bev said huskily, leading us back to the bedroom. For the first couple of minutes, Bev and Selena kissed while I hugged their soft bodies. Jenny was rudely crammed against the foot board of the bed, so I took a moment to kiss her and feel her up. Selena pulled me off of her, taking her own couple of minutes with me, while Bev made Jenny feel welcome in our bed. Selena pulled away, trading with Bev, and her huge globes filled my hands, her wet pussy rubbed my leg, and her soft mouth devoured me, kissing me with urgent passion. Her hands grabbed my cock and my ass, pulling me closer to her. I took this as a sign, so I slid my hands down into her slick snatch. Bev whimpered into my mouth, and her body rippled with her first climax of the evening. Selena was back, trading off again, and she drove Bev over the edge twice more. Jenny welcomed me back, as I remembered how good she tasted. I slid under her, lashing into her peach with my tongue to get at her nectar. Jenny fell on top of me, and made a distracted attempt at sucking my cock. 

It was clear that Jenny never defended her virginity with her mouth. Bev and Selena joined us, with that expert blow job tormenting my cock, and Bev communicating Jenny's tongue tricks to Selena's wet slit. Selena quickly gobbled my jism, sharing it with no one tonight. They tightened into a threesome for a moment, then broke apart between Bev and Selena. Bev sucked on my shriveling shaft, as Selena's hot spicy taco greeted my tongue with fresh oils and twitches. Bev blew me well, filling my shaft with steel, ready to meet the challenge ahead. Selena slid down, filling her tight twat with my shaft, pulling Bev's face into her slit to lick her. Jenny just kept right on eating out Bev. Selena went nuts! She thrashed, whimpered, even screamed into our kiss, as climax after climax tossed her body around like a rag doll. I pounded into her twat from behind as she spread herself for the merciless licking of my wife's tongue. 

Selena finally went limp, saying "Give me a minute."

Bev sucked me, my shaft as hard as chrome steel, taking every trace of Selena from my shaft. I pulled her up beside me, spearing into her slick snatch from behind, just as I had with Selena. 

Selena flipped Bev's leg open to expose her snatch, saying "Now where were we? Oh, Yeah!"

I kissed Bev as she danced on Selena's tongue, never a gigantic orgasm, but a consistent string of orgasms, like pages being copied in a machine, regular shudders wracked her body, driving her over the edge again and again. I came in her, happy beyond belief. Test your wife, it's fun!