0 comments/ 17720 views/ 2 favorites The Director By: Pinocchio Susan gasped, "I want to see you put your cock into her mouth!" I was happy to oblige. And I'll give you the details of what happened that night. But first, let me tell you how I found myself in that happy situation. My wife Susan and I have a gaming club with a few friends. We get together once a month or so, to entertain and amuse each other. The number of people varies somewhat, and there are endless variations on the basic theme. We used to play bridge or poker. We used to play chess. We used to put together jigsaw puzzles. We don't do those things anymore. We have sex. Our earlier get-togethers were fun, where we actually did play cards and board games. But after a few gatherings, Susan and I began to feel as if we were playing "bored" games. We could tell that our friends were as eager as we to engage in something that would be more exciting! Everyone was horny and frustrated. We could all feel it in the air. Finally, one evening, as if by some telepathic agreement, we kicked over the card tables, and tore off each other's clothes. It was great! For the next few gatherings, we had similar free-for-alls. We really needed it. But gradually, we began to see that we missed having more structured games to play. So I came up with an idea that would give us the best of both worlds. It's really quite simple. Each person who shows up for Game Night writes his/her name on a slip of paper, folds it in half, and drops it into a fish bowl. The slips of paper are shuffled around, and then one is picked. The winner of the drawing gets to be the "Director." The Director tells the rest of the group what sexual activities she/he would like to watch. We, in turn, do our best to put on a show that will arouse the Director to an absolute frenzy. Then she/he joins in for the final part of the performance. We don't make videos of this, by the way. No one wants to bother being that sort of "Director," and no one wants to miss out on the fun in favor of worrying about whether the camera is pointed properly! We do have one concession to Hollywood: The Director gets to sit in a real director's chair! So, on the night in question, we had a really small turnout. (Most of the group was out of town, or busy with other commitments.) It was at our place—just Susan, myself, and our friend Beth. Still, we carried out the drawing, and Susan became the night's Director. She immediately, and enthusiastically threw herself into the chair. The lights were turned down; there was no camera. It was time for action. Susan said, "OK you two; let's get you close together. You'll get out of your clothes, gradually. Right now though, Dave, I want you to touch her all over—get her relaxed and loose. I want you to pay special attention to her breasts. I want to see her nipples pointing up even though she's still dressed." Beth is about 5 ft. 5, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and creamy skin. She's not skinny; rather she's nicely padded, in all the right places. She was wearing a clingy medium blue blouse. It wasn't hard to see her nipples before I started stroking them! She has large and beautiful breasts. I've always been something of a "tit man" so this was getting me very hot, very quickly. Pretty soon I was getting uncomfortable: my cock was in need of more room. Susan could see that I was both aroused and constrained. She smiled wickedly at me, knowing she was already driving me crazy. I did my best to rearrange the position of my intimate anatomy, and continued to work on Beth. Susan had instructions for Beth, as well, of course. "I want to see you kiss Dave, breathe in his ear, and...(she kept us both waiting for a few seconds, just for effect)...I want you to unzip his pants...and pull out his cock." I saw Beth's eyes begin to shine (and her nipples get even harder) as she heard Susan's instructions. As Beth began stroking my cock, I could see that this was beginning to have the desired effect on Susan. Her pupils were dilated; she unbuttoned her shirt, and began fondling her own breasts. Her hair is dark blonde, she's a little on the tall side, and has "breasts like champagne glasses" (to steal a line from Arthur Koestler). Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead, as she kneaded and stroked her own nipples. Susan's next instructions were, "Dave, unbutton Beth's blouse. I want to see you touching her nipples." She didn't have to tell me twice. Beth's nipples hardened even more as I gently (and then a bit roughly) pulled and squeezed them, and their color deepened to a dark pink. "Dave, unbutton Beth's slacks, and pull them and her panties—if she's wearing any (she wasn't)—down. Beth, you pull down Dave's pants!" As we followed her instructions, Beth and I could see that Susan had unbuttoned her own jeans, and was stroking her clit. We all started breathing faster, harder, and moans and gasps began to escape our lips. Before long, all three of us were naked. Susan was working a dildo deeper and deeper into her cunt. Beth and I were touching and stroking each other everywhere. My cock stood out straight and hard, and the pre-cum was beginning to glisten at the opening. My fingers probed Beth's dripping cunt, as she pressed against me, and seemed to melt into me. Susan said, "Beth, I want you on your knees! Dave, I want you to stroke your cock, right in front of Beth's face! Don't cum; just stroke it! I want to watch you both, and I want her to watch you, while she fingers herself!" As hard as I already was, this latest demand from Susan got me absolutely throbbing. Beth was staring up at me, looking desperate and needy, her eyes locked with mine, then breaking away to stare at my cock. Susan was crying and moaning, as she pumped the dildo in and out with one hand, and fondled herself all over with the other. That's when she cried out, "I want to see you put your cock into her mouth!" I did that, of course. Beth and I made sure that Susan could see us in profile, so as to maximize the visual effect of my engorged cock slipping in and out of Beth's lovely mouth. After a few minutes of this, Susan could bear it no longer. She got up from the Director's chair, and came over to join us. Susan took hold of my cock, and pumped it in and out of Beth's mouth a few times. Then she hungrily slipped it into her own. After fellating me for a while, Susan told Beth to present her breasts to me, so that I could begin tit-fucking her. Well, as I said, I'm a tit man, and this made me really frantic! I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, sliding between her beautiful tits that soon shined with my pre-cum. Suddenly, Susan grabbed hold of my throbbing phallus, and began pumping it. She yelled, "This is what I've been waiting for! I want to watch you shoot your sperm all over Beth's tits!" My cock was still aimed at Beth, and I was going completely crazy! I couldn't hold back any longer, and my cum exploded all over Beth. The first jet hit her on the bridge of the nose and across her cheeks. The next one splashed onto her mouth. Then one white string of ejaculate after another splashed all over her beautiful, beautiful breasts. She dripped with my cum, and looked absolutely lovely. She fingered herself to orgasm a moment later, and she thrashed and shuddered as it plowed through her. Susan stared at this scene in a kind of trance, glanced at the cum that was now on her hand, licked some of it up, and a moment later, using the dildo, she too came, gasping and screaming. We collapsed into each other's arms, laughing. Gradually our breathing subsided into an easy, languid pace. Susan visually drank in the erotic tableau we'd just created, and with a sly smile said, "Now I wish I had a camera!" The Director I had been hired to direct a play by a small avant garde theater. Hired is a strong word. I had be cajoled and otherwise coaxed into taking the job by some good friends of mine with an interest in the project. Honestly, I needed a break from working more commercial venues. Intimacy and artistry sounded like just the medicine I needed. My friends were excited about the play they had chosen to produce, written by another friend, and I could understand their enthusiasm. The story had existential overtones without being overly absurd, a little more Shepard than Ionesco, with shades of both, heavy with sharp, witty well-crafted dialogue. Almost Shakespearean at times, without the pentameter. With my first reading, I was already doing rewrites in my head, a reaction that I always take as a good sign. The author and I would cross swords over it, but that's the way a good play is molded, forged in the smithy of souls at odds. The plot, boiled down to basics, was a standard romance, with hero, heroine and anti-hero working through their respective issues. I spent almost a month reading and re-reading the play until my vision of the characters was solid. By the time auditions started, I had a pretty-good idea of exactly what I was looking for. Of course, finding actors who fit the roles, had enough artistic sense and ability to capture the roles and who were willing to work for sub-standard wages would prove to be a challenge. Nothing ever comes easily at the theater. In selecting Chris, Paul and Alyssa for the leads, I constructed the perfect balance of personality and presence. Paul captured the soft strength of an elegant romantic hero, a sweet man with too much good in his nature for his own good. Alyssa is a headstrong and demanding woman, someone who is readily loved but who is forever reluctant to surrender her love, who even in love would never let go of her individuality. Chris is, well, Chris. He is dark, enigmatic and brutal. In fact, I find it difficult to say anything truly kind about him, unless it is to praise his work. Everything he lacks in personability he makes up for in artistry. Add water, makes its own sauce. Collecting these three actors together and providing them with characters that fit their personalities so well would seem ordained by the divine powers to produce the exact effect I was seeking. For the first four weeks of rehearsal, my vision was on-track. The acting was a bit wooden, but that was to be expected in the early stages. Every read-through allowed the story to seep into their souls until slowly and surely the characters began to emerge from the people. Chris became Trent. Paul became Stephen. Alyssa, however, did not seem to be becoming Anna. So alike in so many ways, actress and heroine, they were also diametrically opposed. Anna is the sort of woman who will not and cannot do what she is told. Alyssa is exactly the same way, but in being so, she also refused to be told to become Anna. The more I pushed, the more she opposed me. The more I insisted, the more she refused. I grew frustrated. There were times when I decided to replace Alyssa with her understudy, a less powerful actress who didn't capture the essence of Anna so well, and who therefore would allow me to mold her into Anna. I contemplated the compromise but I hate to compromise. Alyssa was my Anna and I would make her be so. In all acting, as it is in psychotherapy, there was a dynamic relationship between the characters on stage that was reflected in the evolving relationship of the actors. By the second week, Paul was in love with Alyssa. He followed her, fawned on her, praised her and protected her. He played the hero better off-stage than he did on-stage. Chris was a dick. His ability to be rude, thoughtless and mean was unchecked. I hoped, in ways, that he was simply an excellent method actor who was channeling Trent into his every day life, but I also knew that was wishful thinking. Chris was more insufferable than Trent. The play was performing itself. All I had to do was stand back and watch the drama unfold. Except for Alyssa. When you cut through the dramatic flow of the play, Anna is drawn to Trent until she is repelled by him and likes Paul until she loves Paul. C'est l'amour. Alyssa, however, did not like Paul. She was cordial with Paul. She talked with Paul about ordinary matters. She tolerated his love for her. Deep down, however, she detested Paul. He was weak in his gentleness, pathetic in his kindness. When Anna kissed Stephen, her heart should have flowed into his being. When Alyssa kissed Paul, it was with a tinge of revulsion. This posed a problem and not the kind of problem I could yell them out of. And of course, Alyssa seemed to adore Chris. Damnedest thing I have ever seen. The more verbally abusive Chris was, the more Alyssa seemed to fawn on him. I know that part of her attraction was to his artistry, for despite his obnoxious nature, he was one hell of an actor. But talent, in my mind, is no substitute for simple human kindness. No amount of genius made up for the disrespect that seeped from his pores. I'm no saint, myself, given to some measure of abuse measured out to those around me, particularly when I'm working, but Chris offended me. If he hadn't portrayed Trent so well, I would have given him a heave-ho, just for being a prick. So I'm directing a scene with a doting hero and a nasty anti-hero, while my heroine is in love with the anti-hero and cold to the hero. Needless to say, the scene did not come off as intended. Everything seemed sarcastic at times when sincerity was called for. Of course I yelled at them to cut it out and fly right, but there was no way to scream away the underlying emotions that fed the performances. When my frustrations began to reach dangerous levels, I decided to take action. After a long day of dull rehearsals, I sent everyone home except for an exhausted Alyssa and Chris. I forced them to do their big scene over and over and over and over. We skipped dinner, which made them downright unpleasant. I mocked them. I threatened them. I accused them of not caring enough. I told them that they were trying too hard. Chris stormed off stage. Alyssa cried. I made them run through the scene again. Each performance grew more stilted, more empty, more dry. The more they rehearsed, the worse they played their parts. Just before midnight, I let them go, insisting that they be back on stage at eight in the morning, six hours before anyone else would be there because we were going to play the scene until we got it right. It was about eight-forty-five when they arrived back at the theater. Despite the early start, I went easy on them. We talked for a while, ran through a long list of notes and analyzed some of the better passages. I gave them some rewrites I had done. They wore the same clothes they had worn the night before. They looked a bit disheveled and tired. By all appearances, they seemed broken down, yet they smiled. Backstage, when they thought I was in the office, I saw Alyssa lean over and give Chris a kiss. When I called them back on stage, they walked three steps while holding hands. We ran through the scene again and as bad as they were during the long haul of late night rehearsal, they were a thousand times worse. Absolutely none of the emotions assigned to the characters came through my actors. Where they were supposed to be angry, they were happy. Where they were supposed to be tense, they were relaxed. Where they were supposed to be fiery, they were conciliatory. Every step calculated to bring us forward had been a severe retreat back. I could pull amateurs from the street and get a better performance. I was intensely pleased with myself. When Paul arrived at two, things got worse. He, at once, recognized what had happened. My strong, gentle hero was reduced to a blubbering fool. Every move he made toward Alyssa was rebuffed. Every act of kindness he gave was mocked. I caught him wiping tears from his eyes as he sat huddled curled up on a broken throne backstage. I thought he was going to sit on the ground and talk about fallen kings. Paul was completely useless. This fiasco went on for three days. I soldiered through the pathetic rehearsals, encouraging them despite their complete lack of ability to capture the emotions I wanted portrayed. It was two o'clock on the third day when the cast returned to the theater for another day's work. "Who was she?" I heard Alyssa scream. "No one," replied Chris. "Bullshit!" "Look, it's none of your business." "Like hell it is." Rehearsal that day went beautifully. As bad as the last week had been, their work was that good. Trent schemed and manipulated. Anna wrestled between attraction and revulsion. Paul took the cue and Stephen stepped in to provide his heroine strength. The drama erupted from the stage. The producers were amazed. The audience was enthusiastic. The critics raved. I took my bow. I am a director. It is the part I was born to play. The Director I suppose it's partly my fault. I should have known that Barbara would wind up taking things as far as she did. She's just that kind of person. When she gets an idea she tends to go all the way with it. It's one of the things that I absolutely love about her; there's no holding back her passion. "Ok. Action!" she said and pointed at me. "Make sure that you talk loud enough that the camera picks it up this time. And put yourself into it. I want to see a really hard cock and some good thrusting." I smiled. Barbara was filming another homemade porn video, and I was the "star" of the show. It was a role that I'd gotten used to since she'd started on her binge of explicit movie making. And I'd come to love it. ****** The first time Barbara taped us having sex she had inadvertently hit the record button on her cell phone when she'd put it into the charging dock on her bedside table. At least that's what she told me. The quality of the video that it captured that night was surprisingly good. We'd watched it over and over again. I had suggested that she should make another one. It didn't take more than that one little bit of prompting to get her started. I certainly didn't argue about it. Her video sessions ramped up our already great sex life. Each time she would orchestrate some sort of wild or exotic scenario for her to record. "I want to capture something special," she'd say. On the night that she took things to a new level, we'd rented porn movie that we thought might have a decent story line and some passable acting. We were very wrong. "This just plain sucks!" Barbara exclaimed barely fifteen minutes into the film. I shrugged and took another sip of my drink. I couldn't disagree with her. The movie was pretty bad. "I can do a better job with my cell phone then those idiots did." I could hear the passion rising in her voice. I knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet, and just listen. Barbara jabbed the stop button on the remote. "Come on. I'm going to do it right." She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to our bedroom. "What kind of costume do you think?" she said as she rummaged through the dresser drawer where we kept our risque dress-up outfits and our toys. I could tell that she didn't really want an answer, so I stood there and didn't say anything. "Here, this is for you," she held out some skimpy g-string underwear for me. It was a leopard print. "And go get your leather vest. I want you to wear that too." Given the tone in her voice, there was no way I was going to argue with her. I began stripping off my clothes. "I'm gonna wear this," she held up a princess warrior costume that she'd worn one night when we'd had some role playing fun. There wasn't very much to it, which made it one of my favorites. Satisfied with her selections, Barbara stood up. "I have to get the lights right." She began playing with the dimmer switch for the ceiling light "We need to add some other lighting. Go get the floor lamp from downstairs, the one with the 'bendy' neck to it, and I'll grab a bunch of candles." By the time I got back to the bedroom with the light she'd asked for, most of the flat surfaces in the bedroom were covered with glowing candles. There had to be more than twenty different ones flickering and adding an alluring ambiance to the room. Barbara took the lamp from me and pointed it up toward the white ceiling. The light reflected onto the center of our queen-sized bed. It glowed in the otherwise dimly lit room. "Where did you learn that trick?" I asked. "From you. You use bounce flash when you're taking pictures," she paused. "And I read about it on-line." "On-line?" I asked as I gathered up the clothes I'd shed onto the floor. "Yeah. I've been reading about the best ways to film sex scenes." "Oh," I said softly. I had no idea she'd been researching that. "Grab the restraints from the drawer will you." It was more of an order than a request. "Be sure you get the leather ones and not the nylon ones. Leather will look much better." I got exactly what she was asking for. She stood back from the bed and surveyed the room. "Ok. I think that looks pretty good." "What are you planning on recording this with?" I asked. We didn't own a video camera and the elaborate set up was more than she'd ever done with a camera phone. Barbara's ears flashed red. "Well. I kind of splurged," she paused and added with a slightly defensive tone, "I used my own money." She hesitated again as if unsure how to go on, then blurted out "I got a nice digital video camera." "Really?" I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Barbara worked extremely hard and she was very frugal with her spending. I had absolutely no problem with anything that she might buy, but I wanted to tease her a little, so I kept wordlessly staring at her. "I found a great deal on Craig's List for a lightly used 4K digital video camera. It came with several high capacity memory cards, and a tripod. I looked at every review for it that I could find on-line and they were all really good." The words rushed out a mile-a-minute. Her nervousness and enthusiasm were obvious. "It shoots really well in low light, which is what we need. It's got image stabilization, a Zeiss lens, and a one inch CMOS sensor for fourteen megapixel resolution." I had no idea what she was talking about. I just smiled and hugged her. "You're not mad are you?" she asked. "Absolutely not," I said. Before I could say anything else, Barbara wriggled out of my arms. "Good. I'll go grab it and get it set up. I've been practicing while you've been at work, so I know exactly what I need to do." "Practicing?" I thought to myself, realizing just how serious she was about this. "Oh. And you'll be on the bed in the restraints, so start getting them on," she called over her shoulder as she rushed out of the room. I trust my wife beyond measure. It's the very heart of our relationship and it's one of the things that makes out sex life so great. I will do absolutely anything with her. But when she said that I was going to be tied up mostly naked while she videotaped me, my anxiety spiked. Barbara came back into the room with the camera and tripod. "Why aren't you on the bed? And you haven't put on the leather straps," she scolded. "Uh, uh," I stammered. "You're not afraid are you?" It was both a question and an accusation. I didn't know what to say. I was afraid; not of what she might do to or with me, but about her recording it. As she frequently does, Barbara seemingly read my mind. She stopped setting up the camera and reached for my hand. "I love you more than anything in the world and would never do anything to hurt you. This is supposed to be fun and I know it will be. But if you don't want to do this, we won't." The room fell silent as we gazed at each other. The mysterious and deep bond that we share resonated. I could hear it throbbing, telling me that I was the star of her show; her idol, her fantasy, and could make her dreams come true. My heart soared. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but in that moment, without the slightest doubt or hesitation, whatever it was, I wanted to, needed to, be part of it. I squeezed her hand. "Anything with you," I said. Barbara smiled widely, her eyes danced with light. "Good." She kissed me tenderly, then ordered, "Let's get going." She was back in charge and resumed setting up the video gear. I grinned and began strapping on the leather wrist and ankle restraints. "I have only a rough idea of what I want to happen. The rest we'll just make up as we go," she glanced up from adjusting the camera, a knowing smile across her face. "We do a pretty good job of that anyway, don't we?" I couldn't help but get caught up in her enthusiasm. "Where do you want me now?" I asked. "On the bed. Just lay down and I'll get you all set up in a second." I finished wrapping the leather restraints around my wrists and ankles and laid down. Flat on my back, my cock bulged up in the snug leopard print g-string. I could feel the cool linen sheets against the bare skin of my butt. The thin string of the skimpy underwear nestled into my crack and pressed against my hole. As she regularly did, Barbara had just waxed all the hair off my cock and balls and from around my anus the day before My freshly bare skin was extremely sensitive and the feel of soft cotton rubbing against me made my cock begin to swell. The sensations were heightened by knowing that it was about to be recorded. My cock throbbed. "Mmmm. I like what I'm seeing," Barbara muttered as she looked through the camera's viewfinder at me. I rocked my hips upward. "Yes. I like that," she said. "I definitely want to capture plenty of that." I looked down the length of my body at my now rigid cock. "Isn't the g-string kind of lost with me in this position?" I commented. "Oh, you won't be staying like that," Barbara said. "I'll be sure that the camera captures the full benefit of your g-string and your sexy ass." I could only imagine what she had planned. She sounded so lusty, that I didn't care what it was. "That should about do it," she finally said. "Time for me to change." Barbara quickly stripped off her clothes and began reaching for the costume that she'd picked out. She hesitated then turned to me. "I'd better get you ready first." Barbara began securing the leather straps that went with the restraints to the wooden posts of our bed. "They need to be good and tight so that you can pull hard against them." She tugged on one before buckling it to my right wrist and pulling it taut. My arm was out away from my body, flat against the sheets, and up over my head. Barbara raked her fingernails over the underside of my arm down toward my armpit. The sensation was electrifying and I writhed at her touch. "Very good. Now the other one," she said as if to herself. She clipped a strap to my left wrist and pulled it tight. My left arm was a mirror image to my right, close against the bed, and above my head. There was no way I could move either one. Barbara once more raked her fingers down the soft skin of my left arm sending bolts of pleasure through me. I moaned and reflexively pulled against the restraints. My back arched. Barbara straddled over me and looked down. "That's good. I want to see you do lots of that for me - for the camera." She leaned over and swirled her tongue repeatedly around my right nipple until it hardened between her lips. "Very good," she said with approval. Barbara rotated so that she was still straddling me, but facing toward my feet. Her dampening pussy ground against my skin. As she leaned forward and reached for the leather belt that was destined to be attached to my right ankle, her 34 DD breasts brushed against my cock. Another thrill shot through me at her touch. Without thinking, I thrust my pelvis up to her, trying to push my now aching dick into her breast. "Tsk, tsk,. You are so excitable aren't you?" She chided then clicked the belt to my ankle. "Don't you worry," she patted my throbbing rod. "I'll make sure you get what you need." With a definitive click she attached the last strap to the bracelet around my left ankle then pulled on it so that my leg was stretched out. I was spread eagle on the bed, tied down, completely helpless. Barbara paused for a moment, forced her pussy tightly against me one last time, then dismounted me and stood beside the bed. Gazing down at me, powerless and vulnerable before her on our bed, she said, "Good," then turned away from me. I heard rustling next to me and picked my head up to see what was going on. As I did, I could see my cock straining against the fabric of the g-string. A small circle of wetness at the tip darkened the fabric. Pre-cum that Barbara had stimulated was leaking out of me. I groaned. "I'd like to hear lots of that," my wife said next to me. She was pulling on her outfit. "Be sure to do it loud enough for the camera to pick it up. Oh, and do lots of that thrusting and thrashing about. I love that." Punctuating her direction, she leaned down and sucked my nipple hard into her mouth before giving it a firm bite. My head spun in ecstasy. I knew that I would do anything that she wanted. "Remember I love you," I heard her whisper softly, reassuringly, in my ear. "Oh baby, I love seeing you like this," Barbara said more loudly, obviously speaking to the camera, as she towered over me. Her costume was a harness of leather that criss-crossed over her body, under her fully exposed breasts, around her slender midriff, and then plunged down between her legs. The look was sexy, powerful, intoxicating. It brought out her domineering side, which I loved. Barbara did not use it to control me, but rather to control the situation, heighten our lust, and in turn artfully create the most erotic lovemaking experience for both of us. It was power and control for our mutual pleasure. "You look so hot, laid out like this. All for my pleasure." She looked at me like a starving person eyeing sumptuous meal. "You will be my pleasure, won't you?" I could hear a not so subtle tone of threat in her voice. It was then that I saw the flogger in her hand. "Answer me!" her voice rose."You will pleasure me, won't you?" she flicked the pleated braids of the flogger against my exposed chest. The strike of the flogger didn't really hurt, but it definitely caught my attention. I gasped and twisted on the bed. Barbara silently mouthed the word "louder" to me. I moaned nosily and yanked harder against the restraints. She smiled, clearly pleased with my more dramatic response. Barbara let the tails of the flogger rest against my skin. "Won't you?" she asked again. "Yes," I answered making sure to say it loudly. "Yes. Anything. Anything for you!" It wasn't the camera I was talking to at that moment; it was Barbara, and I meant every word of it. A part of me knew that this was play acting for the camera, but I desperately wanted to do it for Barbara. "Good. Very good my sweet." She trailed the flogger down my chest, over my stomach and across the bulge of my cock. "You do please me so well," the tails traced lightly down the inside of my thigh. I jerked against the restraints at the touch of her BDSM toy. The groan of the wooden bed as I pulled against the straps matched the one that escaped my lips. "I want to experience my fullest measure of satisfaction from you tonight," Barbara ran the flogger back up my thigh and began swirling it around my throbbing cock. It pulsated against the scant leopard print fabric, which was darkening as more pre-cum leaked out of me. She pushed the lapels of my vest aside with the handle of the whip, fully exposing my chest. There was a sliver stud on the end of the toy's handle. Delicately she traced the cold metal around my nipple until it stood up hard and erect. I didn't expect what happened next, but it was exquisite. In a flash Barbara reversed her grip on the flogger and with a snap of her wrist lashed my straining nipple. The pain was immediate and sharp. A yelp of pain rose in my throat, but before it could escape Barbara bent down and placed her warm, wet lips against my stinging flesh. The soothing contrast between the pain of the whip and luscious feel of her lips was unbelievable and amazingly sensuous. I groaned loudly in pleasure. "Yes my dear. I know that feels so good," Barbara said raising her mouth from my breast. "And you will make me feel good too." She blew on my wet skin and instantly my nipple grew hard again. "I do so enjoy making you feel everything; the sting of my flogger, the softness of my lips, and the bite of my teeth." She gripped my turgid nipple between her teeth. I braced myself for the pain that I was sure was coming next. But she didn't bite down. Instead, she held my tender flesh, firmly, but gently between the sharp edges of her teeth, letting me know the potential, pain that she could deliver whenever she wanted to. "And you will feel it all, I promise," Barbara released her grip, put down the flogger, then ran her hands down my chest and over my aching cock. "I will make you feel it all. But first I want you to please me." Barbara moved away to the camera, repositioning it from the foot of the bed to the side. "I'm not going to miss a single second of it." She smiled at me and made a few adjustments to the equipment, then returned to the bed. She re-straddled me, her now wet pussy once more pressed against my skin. "Let me tell you how you're going to please me," she said. Her fingers massaged and pulled at my nipples until they swelled and elongated more than I thought possible. "First I want to feel your hands on me. I want to feel them everywhere. Do not leave any spots untouched." "You may do whatever you like with your hands. You know how make me feel so good." She rocked her hips and pushed her pussy harder against me. "Then I want your tongue - your hot wet tongue. I want to feel it on my skin. I want to feel it on my nipples," she pinched mine exquisitely hard, emphasizing her point. "I want you to show me with your mouth how much you love my tits." Her hips undulated against me again. "Then, at last, I want your mouth on my pussy. My aching, hot, swollen pussy. Lick me, suck me, lap me. Find my clit with your glorious tongue and ravish me with it." As Barbara talked she kept thrusting her hips back and forth over me. Her pussy juices smeared over me and began to run in tiny rivulets down my flanks. "But I want your fingers too. I need to feel them inside me, on my g-spot. While you satisfy my clit with your tongue, indulge my g-spot with your fingers. Stroke me there. Make me cum harder than I ever have before. I will reward you with buckets of my cum." Barbara's explicit litany was so arousing. My heart was pounding at the thought of obeying her every command. My cock throbbed with a powerful, deep, and burning desire rising up from deep inside of me. "I want you to know how badly I need you to do this," Barbara's voice took on a different tone, and it snapped me back to attention. She began unbuckling the ankle restraints. "I will suffer beyond words if you don't satisfy me. I can't go through that. I must have this pleasure." Barbara lifted herself off me and placed a hand under one of hips. She pushed and said "Roll over. I'm going to show you how important this is to me." My legs were free, but my hands were still tied down. As I rolled onto my knees, my arms crossed over my head. Barbara pressed my face into the sheets. My butt was high in the air. The thin string of the underwear pulled against my anus. My cheeks were exposed. This is what Barbara had meant when she said that the camera would be able to record the "full benefit" of the minimalistic underwear. "I really need you to know how much I need this from you," Barbara shifted positions on the bed and stroked my upturned butt with her hand. "I do not want to be denied. I won't be denied." I felt the swish of air against my skin micro-seconds before the paddle struck my butt. I heard the smack even before I felt the red hot stab of pain. The next blow struck my other butt cheek a moment later. Waves of heat spread across my flesh. The sound echoed in the room, more than loud enough for the video camera to pick up. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Poor baby," Barbara said then ever so gently stroked my fiery skin. As searing as the pain from the paddle was, the brush of her fingertips sent bolts of soothing pleasure coursing into me. I picked my head up off the bed. "Oh god!" "I know. I know," she cooed still sensuously stroking me. "I can make it all better ... if you want." The Director "Yes! Yes!" I moaned. "Make it all better." I was practically pleading. SMACK! The paddle struck my butt again. And once more Barbara relieved the sting with her soft caress. "More?" she questioned me. "More!" I openly begged. "Just once," she replied and battered my other cheek. As the sounded faded I felt a different and superbly more intense sensation against my tender flesh. Barbara was soothing my fiery skin with an ice cube. It was a whole new dimension of bliss. The cool water from the melting cub ran down the back of my thigh tickling my skin. I groaned loudly again. "Now you know," Barbara kissed my upturned rear and began loosening the arm restraints."You know how badly I need relief. How much it will hurt not to get it." She un-did the last buckle. "And how good it will feel." I was free and knelt upright in the bed next to her. I knew that my butt was bright red from her spanking and that it was clearly visible to the camera's lens. The pain from the paddling simmered off of me and it spurred me on. I took Barbara's jaw firmly in my hand and pulled her face toward me. With my lips inches from her I said simply, "Yes," then kissed her deeply. We held that kiss for a very long moment. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, repeatedly thrusting in and out, exploring every surface. Our saliva melded and trickled out from the edges of our lips and ran in small streams down our necks. It was one of the most intensely erotic kisses that we'd ever shared. At last we pulled apart. I wrapped one hand into her long blonde hair and pulled her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her neck. Barbara had made it very clear how she wanted me to quench her unbridled lust. I pulled her off her knees and down onto the bed. She groaned dramatically as she flopped back onto the sheets under me. "Yessss! Take me!" She flung her hands up over her head. I knelt over her, one hand still entwined in her hair. I pulled her head to the side and wrapped my fingers around her throat. "You are mine." I tightened my grip slightly. Her eyes rolled back and her skin flushed red with passion. "There's not a part of you that I don't love to touch. That I will touch." I let my hands drift down across her breasts. "Roll over," I ordered. Barbara rolled onto her stomach. The curve of her butt cheeks was accentuated by the thin leather straps of her costume. I yanked at the ties holding her outfit together until they all came loose. I pulled off the flimsy costume, fully exposing her, and threw it on the floor, careful not to hit the camera. "So beautiful, so perfect," I said stroking my fingernails up and down the center of her spine from her head to the top of her butt crack. Bright red lines flushed on her skin. "Unnnh," Barbara grunted and wriggled in pleasure. "There's not a spot that I'm going to leave untouched," I said mimicking her earlier instructions to me. "Get onto your knees." I scratched my nails over her rear and down onto the backs of her thighs, leaving more tracks of passion on her skin. Barbara did as I said and rose so that her legs were tucked under her. Her breathing sped up in anticipation of what might come. I pushed her head down. I'm sure that she thought I was going to paddle her rear as she had done mine, but that's not what was on my mind. I let my hands drift down over her upturned cheeks. "I want you to feel me everywhere on you," I said and then slowly ran my finger down the cleft of her butt and dragged it across the perfect pucker of her rosebud. Barbara gasped as my finger stroked the rim of her anus. I could see and feel it contract at my touch, then relax, exposing more of her delicate tissue. Reflexively she rocked her hips back to my hand. "I love every part of you. You are beautiful everywhere, and I want you to feel everything everywhere." I scraped a fingernail along the inside of her sensitive cleft and then followed that with a soothing caress. She shuddered. "Oh my god that feels so good." "I know my love. I know it does." Making sure that her head was still down, I picked up an ice cube from the same glass she'd used. I held it tightly in my hand just above the very top of the valley leading down to where my fingers continued to stroke her anus. My grip rapidly thawed the ice, and the first drops of the melted water landed exactly where I wanted them to, right in the middle of her crack. The frigid water began slowly running downward. Once more Barbara called out, "Oh god!" And she wailed it over and over as the cold droplets trickled to the rim of her alluring anus. The next drops I sent landed right on her opening. She tensed. I knew that the freezing cold water was a shock to her, just as the slap of the paddle had been to me. So immediately after the water hit, I soothed and warmed her by blowing warm air onto her rosebud. Barbara relaxed with a sigh of relief as my breath thawed her. "Oh!" she called out at the mixed sensations. I knew the feeling and recognized how she enjoyed it, just as I had enjoyed mine moments before. "More?" I queried. "Oh god yes!" It was her turn to beg. I did it again before she finished her plea. Barbara convulsed then collapsed onto the bed unable to stand it anymore. I laid myself over her pressing myself and my rigid cock against her. I put my mouth next to her ear and breathed lustfully into her. "I love every part of you intensely". I stayed there for just a moment, allowing her to catch her breath, but not relax too much. "Roll over. I want the rest of you." As Barbara moved I could see a large wet spot on the sheets. It was more than what a few drops of water from a melting ice cube might leave. Her pussy was dripping wet. I knelt opposite the camera so that my body didn't block it's view. I rose up on my knees and took off the vest. "You look so beautiful," I said. She arched her back and once more threw her arms up over her head silently inviting me to have my way with her as she had so explicitly detailed earlier. I reached for her foot and ran my hands up over her instep. I knew the reaction I'd get. Barbara lurched at my touch. "Unnh!" The bed creaked. I did it again, not stopping at her instep, running my hands all the way up the inside of her leg toward her swelling pussy. She groaned and spread her legs wide. "Yes babe. I'm coming there," I whispered loud enough for her and the camera to hear. My fingers just brushed so close to that magical spot where her thigh joins her crotch as my hands continued up over her pelvis and onto the flat of her stomach. I traced over the arch of her pelvic bone down toward the tiny tuft of pubic hair that was just above her otherwise bare pussy. My fingers slid into and tugged at the sparse hair. Heat radiated off her. Barbara groaned, frustrated with my tease and rocked her hips up to me. "Touch me everywhere," she'd demanded. So I ran my fingers up over her belly button and onto her chest. I circled my hands around her breasts caressing them before swirling my palms and fingers over her broad areolas. Her nipples responded beautifully to my touch. In moments they were both standing tall, tightly dimpled, wonderfully hard and erect. I ran my fingers around each tight point several times before grasping them both. Gently at first, I tugged, eliciting more moans from my beloved. Then with increasing pressure I pinched and pulled over and over, making more and more blood flow in to them until they grew even taller and harder. Barbara gasped and writhed, repeatedly arching her back and forcing her breasts against my hands. "Oh, oh. Yes, yes," she said with each new and harder provocation from me. She wanted more. She'd told me so. I picked up another ice cube and held it over her letting it melt, until drops of icy cold liquid fell onto her rigid nipple. "Holy shi..," she began to shout. Before she was able to finish her expletive I dropped my lips onto her breast and covered it with my mouth. Just as I'd done to her rosebud, I used my warmth to soothe away the shock of the intense cold. Barbara groaned . I held my mouth against her left areola letting my heat sink into her. Then suckled gently on her nipple circling it with my tongue. Faster and faster my tongue flew over her. Harder and harder I pulled on her until at last I trapped her nipple between my teeth and bit gently. "Fuck!" Barbara exclaimed panting. I knew it was an expression of pleasure; pleasure from pain in just the right proportion. I tugged again at her nipple with my teeth, biting ever so slightly harder. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, forcing me tighter against her flesh, wordlessly commanding me to satisfy her more. I let go of her then quickly locked my mouth over her other areola and nipple, and sucked hard, pulling as much of her as I could into my mouth while I flicked my tongue across her swollen nipple. I held her that way for a long time, until I ran out of breath. "I really love your tits," I said at last. Barbara slowly relaxed. "I can see that you do. And I hope that you love the rest of me just as well." "I can't wait to show you." I moved between her legs. She smiled at me. "Please, by all means, show me." I pushed her legs wide apart, grabbed her hips with both hands and roughly dragged her toward the edge of the bed, closer to the video set up. Barbara smiled and offered no resistance as I positioned her directly in front of the camera. Her engorged lips were ruby red, pouting, and glistening wet, soaked with her juices. It was a magnificent picture that I knew the camera was recording. I stroked the soft flesh where her thighs blended into her crotch. She began rocking her hips up and down, moaning. "I really love your pussy," I said stroking my hand closer and closer to her puffy labia. "I want to show you how much I do." I just barely touched the wet edge of her lips. "Would you like me to show you?" I teased. Barbara panted. "Answer me." She shuddered hard. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I pressed against her more firmly. "I want to please you so much. I want you to feel my mouth, feel my lips, feel my tongue." I kept stroking her. "But you promised me something, didn't you?" "Anything!" "Will you give me what you promised, what I want? Will you give me your sweet cum?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She sounded desperate. I brushed my lips ever so slightly across her labia, barely making contact. She shook hard. The bed rattled. I kissed the spot where her thigh, crotch and butt join together, savoring the creamy warmth of her soft flesh against my lips. I loved touching her and pleasing her with my mouth, but even more so with my tongue. I licked her skin. It tasted of sweat, pheromones, and the musk of her pussy. It tasted of passion, and lust. Her pussy lips were unbelievably swollen, red, and glistening wet. I could almost see them throb with her racing pulse. Juices poured out her across her skin and into the sheets below adding to the puddle already there. It was overpowering. I couldn't hold back, I didn't want to. I put my tongue on the lower edge of her labia and quickly ran it up the full length, wriggling the tip between her lips as I went. "Unnnh!" Barbara groaned and bucked. The headboard banged against the wall. "You taste so good. I want more," I grasped her labia with my lips and sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue up and down. With each stroke I slipped myself farther into her. "I still want more. I want it all." I pushed my tongue in deeper. "Take it! Take me! Take everything!" There was desperation in her voice. "Your wish is my command." I slid my finger into her, across the roof of her tight tunnel raking across her rough g-spot. She was tight and wet and hot. "More," echoed in my head. I pushed in a second finger, filling and stretching her farther. Barbara moaned loudly. "More," my brain said again hearing her unspoken demand in chorus with mine. I returned my lips to her pussy and began licking furiously. Pussy juices poured out like I'd never seen. My thrusting fingers made a wet, squishing sound. "Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" Barbara chanted. I drove the tip of my tongue onto her clit. Another guttural scream burst out of her and she drove her hips repeatedly into my face. The bed shook and rattled in time with her thrusts. "I'm gonna cum!" she shouted. "Cum for me. Cum for your camera," I said. Seconds after her declaration, Barbara exploded. She threw her hips up against my mouth, and ground herself into me hard enough that my lips hurt. Her pussy clenched over my fingers like a vice as I kept pumping into her. Her watery essence poured out of her in buckets as she'd promised. I lapped and sucked furiously, but there was no way I could keep up with the flood. It ran over my chin, down my neck and into a puddle onto the already soaking wet sheets. It felt as if her orgasm lasted for hours. Gradually her muscles relaxed and I slowed my tongue and finger movements. Her climax faded and she fell back onto the bed. I withdrew my fingers and rested my head against her thigh. I watched as the last trickle of her cum dribbled out of her pussy. It was beautiful. "Holy shit!" Barbara gasped recovering. "That was amazing." "I'm glad you liked it," I gingerly caressed her swollen labia. She purred and shuddered at my touch. "Did I please you the way you wanted?" "Hell yes!" she exclaimed. "But I'm not finished," she said. "Really? You need more from me?" I asked. "Yes and I'm going to take it." Barbara put one foot on my shoulder, pushed me away from her, and started to rise up. A soft but insistent beeping sound stopped her. We both paused, not sure what it was and where it was coming from. "The camera," Barbara said. "I need to change the memory card. Don't you dare move while I put a new one in. I'm not going to miss getting this." Her tone was filled with foreboding and promise. After finishing with the camera, Barbara turned to me and said, "I liked you spread out on the bed." She hooked her finger into the ring on the leather wrist band that was still strapped to me and gave it a strong tug. Her message was clear: I'm back in control now. Her eyes blazed with passion. I was immediately enraptured and laid down on the bed as she'd instructed. Barbara glanced over at the camera, then back at me. She adjusted it slightly then stood over me for a moment gazing down, smiling. Once more our incredible connection buzzed. I felt her passion, her desire, her love for me. She reached for the straps hinging from the bed posts and one by one began attaching them to my wrists and ankles. In a moment I was once again spread-eagle on the bed, restrained. "You look positively delicious like that." Barbara ran her hands over my chest and stomach, then down over my rigid cock straining against the fabric of my skimpy g-string. I pulsated and twitched at her touch. "Oh my," she said. "You are just as excited as you were before." Her fingers massaged the tip of my cock through the cloth which was wet with my pre-cum. "I promised that you would get what you need." She kept stroking me. "But first I think you need to get out of these. You look so constrained, so uncomfortable." Barbara tugged at the tight g-string. My engorged cock stretched the skimpy underwear beyond its usual capacity. I was indeed uncomfortably bound by the taut fabric. Barbara pulled at the cloth, trying to stretch it over my pole. "Hmmm, this just isn't going to work is it?" There was a gleam in her eyes and I knew that she had something in mind. She straddled me. I could feel her wetness against my stomach. My cock throbbed again. "I know just what to do." She rose up onto her knees and leaned over to her bedside table. I could see her still very wet pussy, but I couldn't see what she was reaching for. "This will do quite nicely," she held up a switchblade knife and flicked it open with a loud snap. The sliver blade gleamed in the light as she twisted it dramatically back and forth. My heart sped up. Barbara locked eyes with me. I knew what she was thinking: "Trust me." It was both a directive and a question. My silent reply was, "Yes my love. Yes." Barbara moved between my spread legs. "Hold still. I will free your wonderful dick - for the both of us." She slid the blade under one edge of the fabric. I could feel the steel, threateningly hard and cold. With agonizing slowness she eased the metal over me. The point of the blade just barely skimmed the hypersensitive skin of my groin. The flat part of the knife grazed across my right testicle. The finely honed edge parted the fabric effortlessly. My heart raced. She did the same thing with her knife on the other side of the g-string. My aching, turgid rod burst free. Without the constricting underwear, even more blood rushed into my cock. I had never felt so big and so hard. My unencumbered erection swayed and pulsated in time with my pounding heartbeat. "Yesss!" Barbara exclaimed. She traced her fingers over the bulging veins and ridges of my pole. She grasped the shreds of the g-string and pulled the ruined underwear off leaving me fully exposed. Cool air wafted over my exposed, hair-free genitals. My balls surged and more pre-cum leaked out adding to the small puddle that had already accumulated on me. "My, my. You are practically bursting, aren't you?" Barbara said rhetorically. She touched the wet tip of my cock and drew a bead of liquid down its length with her finger. I moaned. With her other hand she carefully swirled the tip of the knife through the pool of pre-cum that had collected on my nearly hairless pubic area. The sharp tip of the blade scraped against me. I held my breath, not daring to move, savoring the feel of the cold metal against my hot skin and thrill of danger in the point of the switchblade pressed against my most sensitive area. "You need relief don't you?" Barbara teased as she continued toying with the knife. She drew the flat edge across my testicles. I gasped, but stayed frozen, as my balls surged again. "Answer me," Barbara said calmly. She pulled the back, dull edge of the knife blade up over my scrotum. "Yes! Yes!" I called out. I was breathing hard. My head was spinning. But I didn't move. "You want relief don't you?" She ran the back of the stiletto up the length of my cock. I answered immediately. "Yes!" I said. "Good. Because I am your relief." Barbara leaned away from me, holding up the knife, then put it onto the nightstand. "And I will give you the relief you want," She dragged her nails sensuously down my chest, over my stomach stopping at the base of my cock. "But not just yet." The feel of her sharp nails raking across my skin coming right after she'd teased me with the switchblade, was like electricity. With the risk from the sharp blade gone, I shook violently and arched up toward her, pulling hard against the restraints. The bed creaked loudly. I saw Barbara smile at my noisy reaction. "I want something first." She shifted positions and knelt beside me, opposite the camera. She lowered her head toward my inflamed cock. Her lips were just above my tender skin. I could feel her breath on me. "I want your dick in my mouth," she blew across the damp tip of my cock, then let a tiny drop of saliva escape her lips and fall onto me. I groaned and once more spasmed at her stimulation. I jerked against the restraints making the headboard knock against the wall. It was exactly the response that I knew she wanted. Barbara stroked my cock and balls. "Would you like that? Would you like to fill my mouth with your big dick?" The Director I didn't need any prompting. "Yes! Yes! Stuff you mouth full with my cock!" I called. Before I got all the words out, Barbara grasped my balls with one hand and wrapped her other around the base of my rigid pole. She lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. For a second she stayed that way, then she simultaneously pulled with one hand and pushed with the other forcing the full length of my swollen shaft deep into her mouth. I groaned and pulled hard against the restraints. The tip of my rigid penis hit the back of her throat at the same time she squeezed my sac hard. I almost exploded, but she released me just before my surging climax hit. Barbara lifted her head. A stream of her warm salvia dripped from her lips as she smiled. "Not yet. I've got plans for you." I was gasping for air, trying to recover. "I'm going to devour your dick and let you enjoy my hot, wet mouth on you. Then after I'm finished, you're going to thrust your hard cock in and out of my pussy until I feel you explode in me." Barbara was rubbing her fingers over my wet pole as she explicitly described what she wanted. "Would that be okay with you?" She flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock. "Well, would it?" I knew that Barbara wanted a big, dramatic reaction from me. "Fuck yes!" I said hauling on the leather straps so that the bed creaked and groaned again. "Good. Because that's what I'm gonna do whether you like it or not." I don't know how long Barbara deliciously tortured me with her mouth. I do know that I loved every second of it. And just like she'd told me to do at the outset of our porn movie tryst, I dramatically thrust up and down, and rattled the bed as I thrashed against the restraints. I didn't hold back verbally either. Over and over I cried out her name and called to heaven as she repeatedly brought me to the brink of orgasmic release only to back away before I exploded. I was sweating and panting when Barbara finally lifted her mouth off me. "I want your cock in me now!" she exclaimed as she quickly unbuckled my restraints. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" she said and got onto all fours carefully positioning herself on the bed at an angle to the camera. I scrambled behind her beautiful upturned rear. Her pussy lips were still puffy and swollen, engorged and dripping wet with her lust. "Fuck me now!" she called out again and rocked herself back toward me. I gripped her waist with one hand. With the other, I positioned the tip of my aching cock at her entrance then rocked forward hard. At the same time I pulled her hips back toward me. My pelvis slammed into her butt as I stabbed into her. There was nothing gentle to it. "Oooh," Barbara threw her head back as my full length penetrated her. I grabbed both of her hips and pulled harder, forcing myself even deeper into her. "Yesss!" she hissed loudly. I withdrew slowly, almost all the way out then began easing back in. "Harder!" she called out. "Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me 'til I feel you explode." Her need, her lust was obvious. Once again I drove myself into her until my skin slapped against her butt cheeks. "More!" was her one word guttural directive. I set up a quick and punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out of my beloved. I yanked hard on her hips and pushed forcefully so that my pelvic bone bashed against her with each stroke. The room filled with the sound of our skin smacking together and our grunts and groans. The bed creaked loudly and the headboard banged against the wall. It was hard, aggressive, and passionate sex. And it was fantastic. For whatever reason, that night I was able to last far longer without climaxing than I ever had before. We fucked furiously like that for many long minutes until, over the noise of our bonding, I heard Barbara cry out, "Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum again! Cum with me! Oh, oh cum with me!" She ground back against me even harder. I met her, and thrust forward as hard as I could. All of my built up tension let go at once. Cum rushed up from my balls and through my steel-hard cock, exploding out of me in an incredible orgasmic release. It felt as if a dam had burst and an tsunami of semen was jetting out of me. At the same time Barbara's pussy clamped down hard on my cock as her own climax hit her. Her warm juices flooded over my balls mimicking my own ejaculation. Each time cum spewed out of me Barbara squealed in pleasure and I felt her spasm hard around my cock as more juices flowed out of her. Again and again cum poured out of us both. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever experienced. We stayed locked tightly against each other as our mutual climaxes swept over us. With insistent, but gradually weakening intensity, we pushed against each other until we were both completely spent. At last we collapsed together onto the bed in a wet, sweaty heap. "Oh my god. That was incredible," we said in unison and laughed at our synchronicity. My cock shrank and slid out of Barbara's pussy followed by a trickle of our intermingled cum. "Yes it was," we said once more at the same time, chuckling again. Barbara curled into a ball on her side. I wrapped myself around her. We both sighed ... tired, satisfied. Our hearts slowed and our breathing gradually transitioned from pants to deep, coordinated breaths. We stayed like that for a long time, basking in the glow of our amazing sexual union. "I love you," I whispered in Barbara's ear. "I love you too," she responded with deep sigh. I felt her pulse pick up. "I can't wait to see the video," she said. "Me too," I answered. My eyes began to sag as exhaustion from our carnal efforts crept up on me. "I can't wait to get it edited. Highlight the best parts. Maybe add some touch ups or enhancements." The excitement in her voice was obvious. "I've got this great program that I've been playing with. I can do the most amazing things with it. You will love it." Her words spilled out in a rush. Sleep began to overwhelmed me. I felt the bed rock as Barbara eased out of my arms. My last conscious thought before my eyelids slammed shut was, "I wonder what she's up to now?" The Director This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18. ***** I've had a lot of sex. A lot. As a straight man in the theatre world I've had my choice of the ladies in most shows; married, single, older, younger. Dancers, ahh...the flexibility and athleticism...singers...they know how to use their mouths and breath. This particular story begins about 8 years ago. I had been substituting at a local high school. My wife was back in grad school, and I needed to make some extra money. With my background, the district asked if I would help direct the high school show. I agreed, as the money was good and the pool of talent was reasonably sized and passionate. I chose the show with the drama club, and we were off to the races. I was 30 at the time. Having performed quite a bit I was in exceptional shape, and my last gig had been on a cruise in the Caribbean, so I was tan as well. It became apparent that most of the high school girls had a crush on me, but they were kids. Even the 18 year olds looked like kids...until auditions. Auditions were held on a rainy night, and I was packing up after everyone had sung their songs and done their cold readings. I heard the door to the auditorium creak open, and I turned, seeing a completely drenched young woman curiously peeking around. "Here to audition?" I asked. I must have taken her by surprise, for she let out a little yelp, then answered, "My car broke down. I just ran a mile." "Yikes," I replied. "If you want to dry off and get your bearings, I'm in no rush." She seemed relieved, and said she'd be right back, flashing an amazing dimpled smile and leaving the way she came in. That smile. Wow. She returned from her locker with a towel (she was on the swim team), and filled out the paperwork. I was writing notes on other people's audition cards until she finished, and I sat down at the piano to play for her. She was incredible. Easily the best I had heard all night. I also got a chance to fully see her, on stage, selling it. Her body was toned and tanned, like mine. Her hair, now drying, had lazy curls and it hung to the middle of her back. "Why aren't you in the drama club?" I asked, and looked at her card. Her name was Carly. A senior. "...Nerds," she replied. "Just kidding," and flashed that smile again. Her eyes sparkled. "I was until this year. I am trying to load up on different experiences for college applications. Some things had to go." Over the course of the show Carly and I grew to have quite a sarcastic, flirtatious relationship. We hit it off, you could say. While I found her attractive, she was still a student. I was also fucking the music director (a 40 year old married woman named Mary...who loved it on the piano) most nights, and my wife once a week (because the marriage rumors are true), so I never really had desire rule my life. After the show was over, she and I became friends on Facebook, and I thought it would be alright because I would probably never see her again. I could keep up with her, and she could keep up with me. Nothing more. She graduated, and was accepted to a prestigious east coast school. End of story. Or so I thought. My wife had found out through a friend that a local theatre was doing one of my favorite shows, and she let me know about auditions. I decided to do the show. At the first read through, I walk into the auditorium and who should be there, but Carly. She ran up to me and gave me a hug. We caught up while we waited for rehearsal to start. She glowed. As introductions were made, I noticed that the rehearsal accompanist, choreographer, music director, and artistic director were all male. I was in trouble. The first week of rehearsal Carly was always by my side. We only knew each other, so it was natural for us to cling to each other. We would chat when we weren't needed on stage, and I came to find out a lot about her. She had dated several guys briefly in school, and was still a virgin. She offered that information. I didn't ask. We grew much closer throughout the show and the production went well. Her 18 year old body was incredible. She was tight in all the right places. Nearly as tall as me, her thighs were delectable. Her chest wasn't huge, but it was a perfect handful, or so I guessed. At the final show, Carly asked if I could give her a ride home after the cast party that evening. Shit. "Of course." After the party wound down, we walked to the car and she put her arm in mine. "This has been my favorite summer," she said. "It's been pretty great," I agreed. "You're a wonderful young woman who is going to devastate all the college boys," I added with a chuckle. What was I doing? "I can't believe how great you were in the show. I just sat in the wings and watched you every time you sang," she said, with big doe eyes and the dimples screaming at me. "Well, it's been a dream role." We got in the car and she told me how to get to her place. Her tiny skirt rode up her incredible thighs. I hadn't had sex in a week. "Tom," she said, "I have a confession: I did the show because I knew you were doing it." "Really? That's sweet." "I had such a great time in the high school show," and with that, she put her hand on my leg. I didn't reply. I wanted to see where she was going. I knew she was still a virgin, after all. I didn't want to make out with someone and go home with blue balls. After a pause, she added "I had such a crush on you." "Had?" I asked. "Have," she said, and looked lasers into my eyes. "Yeah, right." I said. "You don't want some 30 year old guy." "I'm serious," she said, and hit my leg. "Too bad I'm married." "That didn't stop you from fucking Mary. I forgot my script in the theatre once. I came back to get it and saw you giving it to her pretty good...like in a porn." I was actually shocked. One that she had seen me, and two that she watched porn enough to know what it was. "So strong," she added. "I watched the whole time. Couldn't stop touching myself." Adding to my shock. "Well," I said, trying to collect myself, "good thing you're a virgin." "I'm not, actually." Shit. "...what?" "Yeah, after that day, I realized that I was really sexual. I wanted to be Mary." She began stroking my thigh. "I wanted you to be fucking me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to be good enough in that department for you if I didn't get some practice, so I started having sex with one of the wrestlers a few weeks ago, and I've been watching a lot of porn. He was ok. But he isn't as big as you, or as passionate." On the last word she found my 8 inches, which had been growing through her monologue. I had had enough. "Prove it," I said, returning the laser look she had given me just moments ago. She didn't miss a beat. Her hand found the zipper of my jeans and her hot breath was on my cock in moments. Her gorgeous hair was cascading down into my lap, and within seconds, she was engulfing my dick all the way into her throat. She was moaning and stroking, grabbing my balls. I reached over to her ass and pulled up her skirt. A thong. This girl was incredible. I pulled the thong aside and began toying with her pussy. She began to wimper but diligently sucked in a perfect rhythm. Finally, I inserted my middle finger to the hilt and she let out a gasp. "Finger my pussy, baby. Get me home. My parents are at a wedding." She made me cum and swallowed every last drop by the time we arrived at her place. She had an orgasm as well, just as we were pulling in. She gave an evil laugh and said "I can't believe it" as we were walking to her door. She opened the house and we were passionately kissing as soon as it closed. She hopped into my arms to grind on me and I carried her to the couch. The streetlights provided enough light for us but it was dim enough for anyone to peek in. She rode me fully clothed for a few moments, but then began peeling off her shirt and bra. I couldn't get enough of her nipples. I feasted. She came again dry humping me as I licked and nibbled her breasts. I knew I was good for quite a while. I stripped her all the way down, and saw what is still, to this day, the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. She had shaved the majority of it but left a little landing strip. I picked her up and laid her down on the couch, and kissed down her body. I spent extra time on her legs, her knees, her ankles. I teased her by getting achingly close to her vagina, breathing on it, letting my lips brush over her clit, but never fully engaging. When she was quivering, I gave her a release. I gave her a tongue lashing that we both still talk about today. We belonged to each other. She incited a passion in me that I didn't know existed. She came hard, screaming my name and God's, begging me to fuck her. I obliged. In one motion I picked her up and set her on my cock, fucking her against the wall as she held on for dear life. After a few minutes of pure ramming, I set her down and she instinctively turned around. I entered her from behind hard and fast. She screamed "yes" repeatedly and I gave her everything I had. As she came for a fourth time, she somewhat collapsed onto the wall. I held her up. I knew we weren't finished. She turned and kissed me deeply. Then she kissed down to my dick and began to slowly suck it, looking up at me the whole time. The eyes never broke contact. When she was ready to go again, she led me upstairs to a bathroom. She started the shower and while it was getting to the right temperature, she sucked me some more. We cleansed each other slowly and erotically, kissing whenever our mouths were close enough. She whispered in my ear "make love to me, Tom. Make me yours." She put one leg up on the bathtub ledge and gave me access to her dripping pussy. I slowly entered her this time. I held her. I explored her body as I slowly pulled out and pushed back into her. I played with her nipples, her lips. I held her thighs to me as she sucked on my finger. This was unlike the sex I was accustomed to. It was truly making love. Once I realized that, I didn't last long. I told her that I was going to come, and she told me that she wanted me to come with her. We came hard, kissing—no, sucking each other's tongues, her long legs wrapped around me. We were both shaking as we came down from orgasm, holding onto each other for dear life. I knew I should go home, but I had no choice in the matter. I fell asleep next to her. I couldn't go anywhere else. In the morning, she straddled me and we made love one last time. It lasted for over an hour. Not a word was spoken. I collected my things, trying to brainstorm which lie I would tell to my wife. Before I left, we kissed as we had so many times the night before, and she asked, "When can I see you again?" "Whenever you want," I replied. She smiled. Those dimples. Her eyes. We had so much sex for the remaining three weeks of that summer. She went off to school and we would get together at holidays and during the summers after. She is married now, to some well-to-do businessman, but fortunately, it's in the same town that I live in, and we do so many productions together. The Director and the Babysitter I wouldn't have fucked the hell out of our babysitter if she didn't belong to my gym. See, our babysitter, Stacia, has always been what I would consider "cute." She wears baggy clothes, even in summer, and so I never really got to see her body. Our kids loved her to death. She would come over, my wife dealt with her most of the time, and I just paid her at the end of the night. She lived two blocks away so no one ever had to bring her home. She was a quiet girl, with an impressive smile and eyes that sparkled. She was naturally a brunette, but colored her hair blonde. During her senior year, she started talking some more; I guess because my schedule had changed and I was typically the one she'd be relieving. I'd have a rehearsal to attend, and by this time my wife was fucking her boss many nights under the guise of "program planning" for the school district. At least that's what she told the kids. I knew better, as I had shared her one night with her new lover, and video taped them on occasion. But back to Stacia. Stacia, it turned out, was really into theatre. She told me that she had come to see my shows and that she was amazed that I could sing as well as I do. She would never want to be on stage, she was far too shy, but she did enjoy watching. It also turned out that she had a fantastic sense of humor. We began joking around with each other and flirting. At this point, it was harmless flirting from my side. Again, I didn't know what I was dealing with, and she watched my kids. Of course I'd fucked 18 year olds before, Carly was (and still is) the fuck of my life. But I didn't think about Stacia that way. Spring came, and with it her graduation. She watched our kids one of the first weekends of summer. When I got home from rehearsal, she was on the couch plunking around on my wife's computer. "Hey," I said as I sat down on the couch next to her. Something smelled different. I know the smell of an aroused woman, and it was palpable in my living room. "Hey," she replied, with some tension in her voice. "Everything ok?" "Yeah. I just saw something that I shouldn't have." She replied coolly. "What's that?" "Well, I guess it's not my business. It's just that..." then she thought better of it, "never mind. I should get going." "Alright. Here you go," I said, handing her a 50. "But if you need to talk, let me know." She got up without looking at me, put her shoes on, and made for the door. She stopped at the door and saw my keys. On my keychain was a key fob for the local gym. Her demeanor changed somewhat. "You belong to that gym? I've been going to the other one down the street. Do you like it?" "It doesn't get quite as busy. I prefer to workout alone, late at night when the wife gets home from her program planning." I said. Her face turned sour again. She said, "I may switch. I like working out late as well, and there are a bunch of creepers at mine." "Well, the only creeper at my gym at 10pm is me," I said with a chuckle. That got a laugh. "You're not a creeper. You're a real gentleman, and one who deserves so much more than he has." There was an awkward pause, and she looked down at her feet. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Good night." With that, she left. I was really surprised. I opened up my wife's laptop, and looked up "recent programs." Video was the last one. I opened it up. Sure enough, it was a video of my wife getting plowed by her boss. She was moaning like a wonton whore. My babysitter had masturbated to a video of my wife banging someone else, and was mad that my wife was cheating. I found it to be pretty funny. Still, I had no interest in this girl. Two nights later, I went to the gym. My wife had come home, well and truly fucked. She told me about it. Her boss had invited a friend. She had two cocks in her over and over. When I walked in, the lights were on. I came around the corner to get on my treadmill, and who should be there, but the sweet, innocent girl that took care of my kids? I was not prepared for this. Stacia was wearing basically a sports bra and shorts that are illegal in some states. You could play quarters on her toned, rock hard stomach. Her breasts were huge. Now, I had had my suspicions, but with the baggy clothes, everything kind of looked like a blob. Just not the case. Her legs were shapely, the legs of an athlete. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a sloppy ponytail. My jaw dropped. I couldn't stop staring. Normally, I was the one that was in control, but this time, I was flabbergasted. I stammered..."Hey, there..." She flashed a smile and said "Hey!" She then just worked out and didn't say another word to me. I went about my business and worked out, my typical cardio and biceps/back day. I kept looking at her. She noticed. She smiled. When she was done, she came over to the bench I was on and sat on a machine opposite from me. We talked about her normal routine, and then when I was done, she said that she liked this gym, but she didn't know what the other rooms were. I offered to give her a tour. The gym is set up in sort of an H shape. One of the long sides is comprised of classrooms and equipment closets, the middle is the main workout area, and the other side is locker rooms, steam rooms, and a sauna. There are security cameras, but I've seen how little they pick up when the lights are off. The lights were generally off for the sauna/locker room wing. I gave her the tour, and afterwards she thanked me. I said that I was honored. She said goodnight, gave me an up-down, smiled, and left. I went into the sauna and thought about how those natural, perky tits would look bouncing up and down. I took a shower and came home, masturbating to the thought of my babysitter. She babysat the next night, and she wore sexy, form-fitting clothes. When I got home, she asked if I'd be at the gym later. I said yes. She said "See you there," and left. I checked my wife's computer, and—sure enough—she had watched some more videos. When my wife got home, I quickly changed and went to the gym. Stacia was there waiting again. She smiled and I returned the gesture. Tonight she made sure that while she was working out, she could see her body in amazing positions. She worked her abs with her ass in the air, holding on to a weight. She worked her thigh muscles, opening her legs over and over right in front of me. I was getting hard watching her. She kept stealing glances at my crotch. She grabbed her duffle bag and told me she was heading to the sauna. I said I'd see her there when I finished my set. She told me not to take too long. I didn't. I finished up and headed to the sauna. She was waiting with a towel that barely covered her bare pussy lips. She was leaning back in the sauna, and I sat on the opposite wall. I could see everything but her nipples. When I first sat down, she said, "We really do have this whole place to ourselves." Then we didn't talk for a bit. We just stared at each other. She could see that I was at full attention. Then, surprising me yet again, she blurted out "You know your wife is fucking some other guy, right?" I chuckled, "Yeah. It's been that way for a while." "Why? You're fucking perfect." "I'm far from perfect. In fact, I've cheated on her with several women." She nodded, and said, "Yeah, I figured. But that doesn't mean you're not perfect. You're smart, you have a great body, great eyes, and from the looks of it, a pretty nice dick." "You're too kind," I said, "But I'm average." "Bullshit." "Are you drunk?" "Nope. I'm just seeing things a little differently lately." I paused to look at her incredible body, sweat glistening, the aroma of her arousal gnawing at me, inviting me. "Me, too," I said. I looked into her eyes, and we locked on each other. She opened her towel and let it fall. Her tits were spectacular. I followed suit and opened my towel. Her eyes fell to my cock as it sprang out of its prison. I started to stroke it slowly. She watched as I grabbed the base and brought the fist down to the head. "Average my ass," she said, transfixed. She then looked at me, and grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them together. I watched as she played with her nipples. She brought her nipples to her mouth and licked them, while staring right at me. She pinched them hard and let out a soft moan. Then she brought her hands down to her pussy, where I saw one finger dip inside as she dj'd with the other hand. I was pumping pretty furiously at this point. I thought we would only get off by watching each other, but then she got up and sat next to me. She looked into my eyes. I grabbed the fingers that had been inside of her, and brought them to my mouth. I smelled them. I then put them each into my mouth and sucked on them. She began to quiver. Her other hand slowly made its way to my shaft, and she grabbed at the base. She slowly began to stroke my length. I kissed her hard, the sexual tension that had built up came flowing through our tongues, and they danced a forceful dance. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed. She broke the kiss to groan. She whispered into my ear, "I've only done this a few times, so I'm sorry if I'm not good enough." "Don't be silly," I said. You're incredible and I can already tell that you're a natural. She smiled and resumed groaning as I licked and nibbled her nipples. I sucked on them hard and then bit them just enough to mingle pain with ecstasy. I gently pushed her down on the bench, and kissed down her taut stomach. I licked her vagina, something she later told me nobody had ever done. I fingered her with one finger at first, and then when she was close to climax, I inserted a second finger and used the thumb on my other hand to apply pressure to her asshole. This was more than she could take. She screamed, pulled my hair and pulled hard into her cunt. She squeezed her muscular thighs on my head so tightly that my ears popped. She was nice and wet now. I quickly got up and put my cock in her all the way and just held it there. She began convulsing. Her breathing was intense. It was only the beginning. I pulled out of her and she whimpered, giving me a puppydog look. I told her that we were far from finished. I pulled her up and kissed her softly, deeply. Her hand found my cock and began stroking it. She began to get down on her knees and I stopped her. She looked disappointed, but I grabbed our towels, opened the door and led her to the men's dressing room and shower area. A smile came to her face as I got behind her and began kissing her neck by the mirrors. She watched me in the mirrors and pushed her ass back into my prick, and reached around to grab my ass, bringing my body to hers as tightly as possible. I pulled her hair lightly, but hard enough to expose more of her neck. I kissed up and down her neck and shoulders as my other hand reached around to play with her breasts. I brought her to a bench near a wall, and I sat down, leaning back. She knew she could have her turn now. She lowered herself onto her knees and began stroking my cock. I looked at her tits and she noticed. She spit on my cock and began rubbing it. She then leaned in with her tits and squeezed them around my cock. She began gyrating ever so slightly, and the tip of my cock would come up through her tits towards her face. She stuck her tongue out a few times to lick the tip and taste the precum. After a few minutes, her desire got the better of her and she let go of her breasts, sinking her head as far down on my dick as she could. She got a gag reflex and had to stop. I looked at her, kissed her gently and told her to relax her throat. She kissed me back and apologized. I told her that she was incredible and that I was only trying to help her. I told her that I wanted her to enjoy it, not gag. She assured me she was enjoying it, and began slurping my cock again. She slowly but surely found a great rhythm and I told her that I was going to come. I told her she didn't have to swallow it, but there was no stopping her. Not one drop escaped her lips. I called out her name loudly, and she giggled in satisfaction. When I was done enjoying what had just happened, I brought her to a bench in the center of the room and lay down on my back. I told her sit on my face. She was a little apprehensive at first, but did as she was asked. This time I worked more than a thumb into her asshole. I licked her to a frenzy and she sucked me to full mast as I inserted one finger into her ass and two into her pussy. She began moaning loudly on my cock with every mudwhistle invasion. I could tell that she was going to love anal, and she may even prefer it. I tapped her ass when I knew she was close, and she read my mind. She got up and scooted down to just above my dick. I placed it at her opening and she skewered herself onto my dick, reverse cowgirl style. She screamed out my name and I grabbed her hips. She began bouncing hard and I could see her tits in the mirrors. She was staring at the mirror directly in front of her, watching my member disappear into her folds. She had a steady moan going now, and I began smacking her ass. She threw her head up and started screaming, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" at the top her lungs. We fucked like that for about five minutes, and then, like we had been fucking for centuries, she read my mind and dismounted. She got on the floor on her back, and I scooped her legs up, pushing them up towards her head, nearly bending her in half. I pinned them there and entered her fast and hard. She came. I pulled out all the way, then pushed the tip in. I pulled out again. She begged me to fuck her. She begged me to give her my married dick. She told me that she was on the pill and that she wanted me to fill her with my cum. I fucked her as hard as I could until I came again. I kissed her sloppily as we both squeezed out the last bit of our orgasms. I rolled off of her and she rolled on top of me, continuing the kiss. I explored her body with my hands, gently touching her in places that would cause little spasms and barely audible "mmm's." I honestly didn't know if I could go again, but I figured I might as well try. We got up and went into the showers. "You can go pretty long for an old man," she teased. "I'm as surprised as you are," I said. We kissed as the hot water cascaded over us. We rubbed each other and cleansed each other with the body wash in the dispensers on the wall. I asked her if she trusted me. She said, "Obviously." I turned her and bent her over. "If you want to stop, at any point, please just say 'stop,'" I said. "Well, I'm assuming you're going to put that monster in my asshole, as you've been getting friskier and friskier back there all night. And I want to try it. With you." That nearly brought me to full staff. I fingered her pussy for a bit, getting her natural lubrication to help. I eased one finger into her asshole, and her head dropped as a moan forced its way out. She tightened up, naturally. I didn't move until she did, about a minute later. I pulled back a little but not out completely, and pushed back in just as slowly. She began to relax and push back towards my hand. We kept going like this for about 5 minutes. Then I inserted a second finger. She may have had an orgasm then and there. She rocked on my fingers and slapped her hand against the shower wall with a force that worried me. Then she began fucking my hand in earnest. After a few minutes I pulled my fingers out and shoved my dick inside her pussy. I thrust back and forth a couple times and then pulled out, placing my cock at the entrance of her ass. She braced herself and I pushed until I was balls deep. I held her there, and she was whimpering again. I asked if she wanted to stop. She said to wait just a bit. I kissed her neck and held her tight. A few moments later she squeezed my ass, and I understood that I could try to fuck her. Slowly but surely, I built up a good rhythm and my suspicions were correct. She had been an animal for vaginal sex, but she was a sex demon for anal. Her voice dropped into tones I hadn't heard her use before, and she began screaming the most vulgar obscenities I had ever heard. Her tightness and attitude were too much. I came hard into her ass as she climaxed, and I pulled my drained rod from her, kissing her back. Her body was shaking. She didn't move for quite some time. When she finally did, she turned to me and I simply held her. I gently massaged her head and ran my fingers through her hair as the water danced on her back. She looked up at me, with tears in her eyes. I was worried I had hurt her. She just said "thank you," and kissed me. We spent a good ten minutes just kissing, our bodies turning to prunes. We said our goodnights a little later, and she said she couldn't wait until tomorrow night. I told her that I couldn't either, and we gave each other a long, sensual kiss before parting. I went home and slept like a rock. The next morning, I awoke to a voicemail on my phone. It was from the owner of the gym, a 45-year-old widower with the body of a 25 year old. She said that she needed to talk to me about policies after hours. I dropped in and she invited me into her office. She played a recording that showed Stacia and I naked walking towards the locker rooms. She smirked and said, "What are we going to do about this," as she unzipped her track jacket. I smiled back at her. But this, friends, is another story... The Director: Avalanche This is my second story...the first deals with the time I was seduced by one of my former students. All names have been changed. ------------- I wasn't looking forward to 10 days in a cabin with my wife and her coworker friends with their spouses. My wife had fallen in with them and their views shortly after we got married, and they were all extremely conservative; prim and proper. The ladies were all teachers, like my wife, and several of the men worked together as construction workers. They all went to the same church. I didn't attend, something that set me apart from them almost immediately. Victoria and Rich (the leaders of the proverbial pack), Amy and Kevin, Susan and Joe, and finally Amanda and Aaron. They all looked down their noses at me. Some of the women were at least eye candy. Susan was a redhead—I've always had a thing for redheads--, Amanda was cute in a girl next door sort of way. But the looker of the bunch was Victoria. She had found out she had a barren womb shortly after marriage and turned her nightmare into a wet dream for men around her. She became a workout freak. She ran several miles before work and did weight training after work, channeling her frustrations into a passion. She delighted in having men stare at her, smiling her pixie-faced smile and saying "thank you" graciously after every compliment. She was a goodie two shoes, though. She would never stray from her "manly man" husband, Rich. Rich was a dick. He was a high school bully that inherited his father's construction business, had other people do his work (mainly his other high school friends, who were now his co-workers, and coincidentally, on this trip). He frequently gave me condescending looks, or whispered something to his friends, who would subsequently burst out laughing, looking directly at me. Bullying all over again. I was bullied quite a bit in high school, being into theatre in a small town meant that the jocks thought I was gay. Their girlfriends knew better. Being in the theatre, and getting paid to be a leading man, I have to keep in shape. I take every kind of gym class that's available to me, and—if I must admit—I'm pretty ripped. I use it to my advantage, fucking as many women as I can. I'm in a fairly loveless marriage, but I don't want to put my kids through the divorce hell I went through with my parents, so I stay with her and get my jollies on the side. I'm betting that my wife knows...and, honestly, I don't care. The second night of the trip, everyone had decided to play some cards. I kept my mouth shut while we were playing, and wasn't drinking as much as some of the other guys. Being an actor, I was good at bluffing, and soon had all the money in the pot, much to the chagrin of the other guys. With tomorrow being a long day of shopping (yippee!) three of them had since gone to bed, only Rich, Aaron, Victoria, and my wife were still awake, me being the only somewhat sober one of the bunch. When I had won the last hand, Rich grunted "Fucking queer" as he got up from the table. I put up with a lot of that in High School, but I didn't anymore. "Many of my friends who are gay are more of a man than you'll ever be," I replied. "The fuck did you just say to me, fag?" he asked, wheeling on me. "Basically I called you a little fucking pansy, bitch." I replied. Now I was having fun. Rich advanced on me, but Victoria got in the between us, and, while giving me a horrible look, said "Let's get to bed, baby, he's not worth it." He slowed and stopped, turned, and mumbling, staggered off to bed. For a moment, I thought I saw something in Victoria's eyes, something that was akin to pleading for help, but I did have some beers, or maybe it was just her being drunk. While getting ready for bed, my wife asked "Why do you always have to embarrass me in front of my friends?" I stood dumbfounded. Apparently she thinks calling people fags is just fine. Another in a long list of reasons why I fuck any woman I can—including her mother (a story for another time). "Please stay here tomorrow. I don't want you to go with us." "Fine," I reply. "I can get some writing done, without the hassle of avoiding fights with these fuckers." I get to sleep pretty quickly, and sleep in, hoping to find them all gone when I get up. It didn't work. I woke up to hear the hustle and bustle of everyone getting ready, and once it subsides, I come out of the bedroom and go downstairs to prepare some coffee. Everyone is gone, so why bother with clothes? I walk downstairs, casually enter the kitchen and I hear a woman scream "WHAT THE...?" Victoria is there, in her robe. Shielding her eyes from my God-given "talent." "Jesus, sorry," I reply. "I thought I was alone." Noticing that she stole a second glance, I made no attempt to cover up. "I'm not feeling well, so I decided to stay home. Please go put some clothes on." "Sure thing," I say, and wheel around to go do just that. Fucking perfect. Me and one of the ice queens for a whole day. At lunch, I came out from my room and found her in the kitchen, slowly eating some soup. I prepared my meal in silence, until she finally broke it. "Nice to see that you are wearing clothes." Then another pause, before adding "Sorry about Rich," she said, not looking at me. "He can be an ass sometimes." "Me too." "You're sorry?" she asked, looking quizzically up at me. "For your husband." I said, and returned to my room. I stole a glance in the mirror above the mantle, and noticed that a smile crossed her lips. It was around 3pm that I heard her screaming. I ran out and saw her looking out the window. I saw where her eyes were looking and the impetus of her terror. Mounds of snow were cascading down the mountainside. I reacted quickly, and pulled her towards the basement of the chateau. Glass shattered as windows burst on the side of the building. We could feel the house churning as though it wanted to give way, burying us, consuming us, killing us. Luckily, it did not. After a few moments of stillness, her in my arms, shaking, I asked if she was ok. I told her we would be ok. I told her that we were still alive. She took some time to snap out of her hysterics, and began to breathe more normally. I told her that I was going to go up and assess the damage. She decided to come along rather than be alone. The garage of the chateau was gone, but the mountain had bowed a bit towards us, which created a funnel passed the house. The house proper had received only glancing blows, windows had been destroyed, but that was the worst of the damage. The road leading to the house, however, was not as lucky. It was gone. Shortly after, her phone was abuzz. Rich. The weather was bad and getting worse, but he would "Find a way" to get her. The local authorities said that if we were ok, they weren't going to send a helicopter to get us. They would need to try to find others who were in more precarious situations. We had power, food, water, and communication, so it wasn't worth the cost. After she was done sobbing, she said that we were fine, and could manage for a few days. Fucking perfect. My phone, by the way, never rang. The news hit me hard. Now I'm stranded in a freezing cold chateau with no means of escape from a woman that I barely know, who hates me and everything for which I stand. I grabbed the bottle of makers and made a b-line for the Jacuzzi on the deck. I was half way through the bottle when I heard the creak of the patio door. I looked up to see her in her robe, carrying an uncorked bottle of wine. "Feeling better?" I asked. "The cold is gone, but I'd rather not be alone." She replied. She didn't make eye contact. She didn't want to lower herself to be with me, but she had no other choice. Soon we were both at least buzzing, and I was taking in the sights of her body. It was really spectacular. Her black, shoulder length hair was down (typically she had it in a bun), and it framed her pixie face really nicely. Not having any children, her tits were still gravity-defying. Firm globes yearning to be squeezed. I was not hiding that I was looking. The wine was making her a little kinder, and smiling, she asked "admiring the view?" "Nothing else to look at," I replied. She splashed some water at me and said "Fucker!" She made no attempt to cover up. After some conversation about what we'd do for meals and such over the next few days, the dialogue turned towards our spouses. I found out that my wife did hate me, and, like me, didn't want to put our kids through a divorce. She also knew that I was fucking around on her. Good. I can stop with all the pretenses. Then again, maybe keeping up pretenses was the only thing that was stopping her from murdering me. She started crying. I pulled her closer to me, then put my arm around and told her that we'd be fine. She didn't move. After a few minutes, she shyly looked up at me, made eye contact for a few seconds, and then looked away. "That's not why I was crying." She looked as thought she wanted to say something to me, but then settled for "I should get to bed." She sauntered towards the stairs and I realized she was going to talk about her husband. "Why are you with him?" I asked, seeing an opportunity to pass the time. "That's none of your business. We're happily married," she said, unconvincingly. "You deserve so much better," I said. "What, like you?" She asked, turning on me. "I'm already married," I said plainly. "Look, you think you're so great, with your body and your big dick." She said as she came back to me. "But you're not. You're an asshole just like Rich." She hit me as she said it. "You're all the same," she said, hitting me again. Fucking assholes," she said, about to strike me again. I caught her hand and drew her in close. "No, we're not," I said, before grabbing the back of her head and kissing her hard. She tried to pull away for the briefest of moments, but then returned the kiss. "Oh, God, yes," she purred, as I moved to kissing her neck. She climbed on board and started rocking. "So big," she grunted. We continued kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands for a few moments until she stopped me. I thought we were coming to an abrupt end. She stood up, reached behind her neck, and undid her bikini strings, letting her top fall and her magnificent rack come into view. She then slipped her bottoms off, all the while never taking her eyes from mine. I stood up and slid my suit down and off, and she came towards me and pushed me back. There was hunger in her eyes. Goodie two shoes Victoria was gone. I had never seen this Victoria. She was on a mission. I sat on the side of the Jacuzzi as she lowered herself to give me a blow job. She was an expert. Her oral expertise was matched only by the vigor with which she performed. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off for very long if she kept it up, so I lifted her up and told her that it was my turn. She told me that Rich never did, and I didn't have to. I responded by saying that because Rich never did was precisely why I had to, and that I wanted to. I began slowly, nibbling around her vagina, and brushing her lips with mine. I focused on her clit, before inserting one, then two fingers, bringing her to what I thought could have been an avalanche-inducing climax. After she reached the peak of her orgasm, I deftly stood up and entered her in one motion, driving her high pitched moans into a different, lower gear. She was now screaming words I didn't even think she knew. She was screaming in different languages, between grunts and the slapping of our pelvises. I said "Tell me I'm better than your husband." "Oh, fuck, yeah....so...much...bigger, so...much...better. Fuck me with that big married dick." "You like fucking your friend's husband? You want to look in her eyes knowing that I'd rather fuck your pussy?" I ask as I drill her mercilessly. "Oh my fucking God, yes. She doesn't deserve that dick. Bitch." She was in heat. She had never been fucked like this and if I didn't fuck her in the future, this was going to be the best fuck of her life. She was shaking. I knew I could come inside her, so I picked up the pace and flooded her with my cum, causing another wave of spasms to overtake her. We sank back into the water, holding each other, me still inside her. When she came back down, she began kissing me tenderly. After a few minutes of that, she told me that she had never been with anyone but Rich. He had apparently gotten her drunk in high school, took her virginity, and swore that said that she had said yes. Man, did I hate this fucker even more. They had been together ever since, she the trophy wife and he the excellent provider. She was going to say more, but wanted to rely on her actions to do the talking. She got up, grabbed one of my arms with one hand and my dick with the other. She led me into the house while jacking me off. She began sucking me again when we got inside, and then realized how cold it was. She began leading me to her room. How could I say no? This actually was a good thing for two reasons: 1. More fucky, and 2. Her room was in the basement, and all her windows were intact. I'd be able to keep very, very warm. I made a quick pitstop at the bathroom and came into her bedroom to find her ass pointing right at me, with her spreading her pussy lips for me. I made quick strides over to her and acted like I was going to impale her like I had before, but inserted the tip only, and rocked it in and out. She kept trying to force more inside of her, but I made her insane with lust by teasing her. I'd pull it out and slap her clit with my dick. I'd leave it right at the entrance for an aching amount of time, and then slowly enter her, quickly pulling out. She began to whimper, to beg me to fuck her. I spanked her. She moaned. I smacked her ass even harder. Her head snapped up with the pain and pleasure. "Ohhhh......God......." Finally, I gave her my dick. She felt so good. She was clamping onto me like a Vise. I held it inside her without moving as she quivered through her second orgasm. Then came the pounding. I fucked her with reckless abandon in five positions; her favorite was riding me, and I think it may have been my favorite as well, seeing those tits hit her in the face on every upstroke. We fucked until 6am the next morning, and fell asleep with me inside her. At 9am, the phone rang. Rich. She said that she was finding ways to keep busy and that I hadn't come out of the bedroom much. I heard him say that it would be another two or three days before they could get through. She said it would be fine. By this time, I had positioned my mouth between her legs and slowly began to lick her. Nibble her. She grabbed my hair and her breathing became labored. I probed the inside of her walls with my tongue. I sent my pinky to her asshole, and began circling it, and her eyes shot open. I slowly inserted it and she grabbed a pillow to stifle the noises she was making. Rich said something about my wife wanting to talk to talk to me, and Victoria said "I'll get him to cum here," then waited for a while and said "It's your wife," then handed me the phone. Now it was her turn. If last night's blowjob was a work of art, this was the Mona fucking Lisa. My wife blabbed on about how I was supposed to leave Victoria alone and not embarrass her any more. I kept her on the line as long as I could because it was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Victoria picked up the pace as she knew I was close. I flooded her mouth as I looked directly at Victoria said I love you to my wife. I ended the call and threw it on the floor. I needed this pussy now. I picked her up and drilled her into the wall. She called my name and begged me to never stop fucking her. I told her I couldn't if I wanted to...that her body was better than my wife, that SHE was better than my wife in every way. I held her up with her calves over my elbows and she bounced her way up and down on my member for a while. I turned her around and drove into her, pulling her hair and spanking her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, and she used all her power to push into me, to make me reach places she didn't know she had. We came one more time together before taking a long, long nap. Day became night, we woke each other up with oral sex, we would have a fuck session, perhaps eat or drink some water, and then sleep again. Repeat. We fucked on every surface of that cabin over the next few days. When our "friends" were able to get through, and we were all reunited, I swear Rich knew something had happened. If he didn't know now, he would in a few months, when I beat the shit out of him and fucked his wanton wife in front of him as he was tied to a chair. But that's another story. The Director: Birth of an Addict Many of you comment about how I'm a sick individual, about how none of this happened, etc. I have never disputed that my need for sex with other women is a terrible thing. It is my addiction. This is how it started. ***** I lost my virginity to Sarah. I found her extremely attractive; I've always had a thing for redheads. Her deep blue eyes, perfect smile, and tall yet curvy body only enhanced her allure. She was two years older than I was when we first had sex, me at 19 and she at 21. We were in a show together, and we were cast opposite each other. It was a "Showmance." She was an extremely talented singer, and I was still finding my groove. We had to kiss each other in the show, and I had always thought that there was something there, behind the acting, but I also knew that she was engaged. Throughout the course of the show, I found out that she got engaged because she had been dating the guy for 4 years, and thought that she should say yes. I thought it was rather stupid. We were rehearsing our scenes at her apartment; her fiancé was not at home. Our kissing scene came up, and we tentatively kissed. It escalated quickly and became clear to me that this wasn't acting. We made out for a little while and I thought that this may be the time that I lose the big "V." I had gotten a blow job a few times before, but that's as far as it went. When she started stroking my cock, she said "Mmm...bigger than Jack (her fiancé)." I was fumbling around her vagina with my fingers. I didn't know what I was doing. I was so bad that she stopped me. She began sucking my cock while fingering herself...someone had to do it right. Then she pushed me back onto the couch, and straddled me. She began riding me hard and moaning. I didn't last more than two minutes. I apologized profusely and told her that I had been a virgin. She said that I was sweet, but was clearly disappointed. She went on to graduate the following year, and while we remained friends, my performance was always an inside between us, and we never revisited our intimacy during school. Fast Forward. I met my wife at a house party, and we married within a year. Perhaps we both just wanted to be married, because the whole process was extremely expedited. What was hot and heavy over the first 6 months ended up cooling off considerably after I proposed, and we had sex only three times the first year of marriage, one of those yielding our son. She grew distant, and I didn't know why. I was now masturbating three times a day minimum. I thought that I had found someone that I was in sync with, sexually speaking. As a sex addict, I thought that we were compatible. Unfortunately, it seemed as though we were not. This had quite the effect on me. It made me remember being shunned in high school. It brought back feelings of inadequacy. I still loved her, but we were growing apart, and the attraction was not there for either of us. I would find out much, much later why she had become so cold, but that's a story for another time. After being married for two years, my grandmother passed away. I was really close to my grandparents, basically growing up in their house as my divorced parents argued in court over who was the better parent. The loss of Grandma hit me hard, and I traveled home to go to the funeral. My wife and son made the trip with me, but he was young and needed to sleep quite frequently. I bring this up, because my wife stayed at my mom's house the whole time, only venturing out for the funeral. We ended up staying a few extra days to help my mom get some things squared away. Two days before we were to leave and go home, I ran into Sarah. She was in the grocery store, and I noticed an amazingly curvy redhead walking down the aisle away from me. I thought it was Sarah, and braving the embarrassment of possibly calling out the wrong name, I yelled "Sarah!" Luckily it was she, and she turned with a quizzical look that instantly melted into a warm smile. "Tom!" she said, and walked quickly towards me and giving me a loving hug. We chatted and caught up for a bit. She told me that she had moved back and taken a job closer to home. She recently divorced the man she had been with since high school, and she was "rediscovering her roots." Whatever that meant. She asked how I was doing, and I reluctantly told her "married." I looked at my watch and said that I had to get going, that the wife and my mom were waiting for me to get supplies and make dinner. "You always did go too soon," she quipped. "Asshole," I responded. We hadn't missed a beat. As I gave her another hug, she asked if I wanted to get together and get a few drinks. She said she'd love to meet the wife. We said our goodbyes and I went home to make dinner. I asked the better half if she wanted to accept the invite, and she told me that I should just go and catch up. I agreed that it would be nice to hang out with an old friend and after dinner I texted Sarah and we arranged to meet. I took a shower and shaved, and absentmindedly put on my nicest clothes and best cologne. Sarah and I met at a dive bar where the drinks were cheap and large. It didn't take long before we were both buzzing and laughing hard with each other...at my sexual incompetence. "Ah, yes. I've gotten better, you know." I said, still laughing. "You pretty much had to," she said, and we began laughing harder. We talked about her job, mine, my family, and her divorce. It was still rather early and she told me that her apartment was just up a few blocks, and that I should come and see it. I thanked her but told her that I shouldn't. She agreed, but then asked if I could at least walk her home. Being a gentleman, I of course said yes. We got back to her building and I went to hug her goodnight. We lingered probably a bit too long. I hadn't realized how badly I had to pee, and so I asked if I could just jump inside to use her bathroom. She let me in and I had a nice, quality pee. When I came out she had two glasses of wine poured. "I can't," I said. "Too late," she responded, "it's already poured." "You've got me there," I said, knowing that I had given in too easily. She brought the glasses over to the couch and turned on the TV. We kept talking and we ignored the TV, until she realized that one of her favorite movies had come on. I hadn't seen it, and she insisted that I watch it with her. I resigned myself to leave right after the movie, and leaned back on the couch. She followed suit. The movie wasn't very good. At least, I wasn't very interested. But I humored her by laughing when she laughed. During one of her laughing attacks, she put her hand on my knee. I didn't think much of it. Soon, her hand moved down my thigh. Warning lights were going off, but also a little voice started saying things like "You haven't had sex in so long!" and "You can show her that you've improved!" and "How often do you get to fuck a redhead?" Her hand reached the tip of my cock, and I shot her a look. She returned it, smiling. We stared at each other, smiling. Our smiles began to fade as she began lightly stroking my cock through my pants, the man downstairs enjoying the ministrations and growing by the second. Staring into her eyes, I made my decision, and put my hand into her lap. I leaned back into the couch, and began toying with her pussy. I would just get her off with my fingers. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. I'll just get her to come with my fingers and she can do the same. She also leaned back and we were gently touching each other, eyes closed, enjoying each other. Soon, her hand unzipped my pants and she reached in. Skin on skin, she begin stroking me in earnest, and I had found her love button and was teasing her into a frenzy. I was watching her hand stroke my member, something that was causing me great pause. It had been more than three years that anyone besides my wife had touched me there. Her breathing became labored, and she started making little moaning sounds. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she looked at me. She moved in and stuck her tongue into my mouth. My hands found her ample, beautifully rounded ass, and I squeezed. As she kissed my neck and grinded on my cock, the conscience got the better of me and I told her we needed to stop. "No, we don't," she said, still giving my neck and lips gently kisses, "You haven't had sex in a long time. I could tell by how you were describing your marriage." "That doesn't make it right," I said, stopping her from kissing me any more. She sat on me, looking at me with bewilderment. We looked at each other for about a minute, my face filled with resolve and hers was almost pleading. "I want you to fuck me," she said. "I want you to show me how 'good' you've become," she added, and took off her shirt. My God, were her tits huge. "You used to like these," she said. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I was frozen on the spot. She resumed kissing me on the neck and reached down between her own legs. She brought them back up to my nose and said "You see how horny I am?" It was like that smell drove me over the edge. I was transforming. I needed that smell, I needed that taste, needed that pussy. I needed to fuck her and prove to her that I was good enough. My insecurities had manifested themselves into a lust that I could no longer control. In my lust filled haze, I picked her up and laid her down on her back on her large stone coffee table. She could tell that I had given in, and began saying things like "Yes" and "take me." I kissed her neck and breasts. I ripped her bra apart in the front, which elicited a shocked look and moan from my soon to be lover. I sucked on her nipples. I moved back and forth between her tits quickly, pinching and biting her nipples, then backing off and licking circles around them, and finally sucking on them like I was a starving baby. I buried my face between them and moaned as I licked the sweat that had formed from turning her on. I kissed down her taut, pale stomach and slowly pulled off her jeans. I kissed back up her legs and stared at her as I licked and kissed around her vagina. She looked straight back at me and begged me to eat her pussy. I tongued her pussy over her panties, and she tossed her had back onto the table. I licked along the line of her underwear on both sides and brought a finger inside her panties, brushing it along her lips and clit. She yelled at me now, "EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY, YOU FUCKER!" I pulled down her panties and went in fast towards her vagina and then, at the last second, moved above her pussy and kissed back up her stomach to her tits. I kissed them for a while, and sucked them. I pinched her nipples and looked into her eyes. "I'll eat your pussy when I'm fucking ready." I said, and began sucking her tits again. I have her some release, as I brought a finger down to toy with her clit. She began moaning and thrashing. Precum was leaking like a faucet from my cock. I made a quick move down to between her legs, lifted her ass up in front of me, and dove in. She came almost instantly, screaming my name loudly. I had become a monster. I needed to make this woman cum over and over and over. I needed her to make me feel good about myself. I needed the power. I licked her through a long, powerful orgasm and I pulled her up by the back of the neck, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. We kissed hard, and I broke it after a few moments and said, "Let's see if you're as good as I remember." She smirked and sank to her knees, and began sucking on my tool. She alternated between licking the head and attempting to deep throat. Honestly, she wasn't as good as I had remembered. The tables had turned. I never let her know it, though. I told her that she was a great little cocksucker and that my cock was meant for her mouth, and vice versa. She moaned as I talked dirty to her, and she began plunging a finger inside herself as she stroked and sucked my prick. I knew that she wasn't going to make me cum—she wasn't amazing and I had been masturbating three times a day-, so I lifted her up. She looked disappointed, like she had failed. I made her feel better by telling her that I couldn't wait for that pussy any more. She pushed me back onto the couch, and quickly straddled me, lowering herself slowly onto my cock, riding me in the exact same position in which I had lost my virginity. She held herself there for a few moments, adjusting. She hadn't had sex in awhile either. This was a big deal for her. She trusted me. "I've missed you," I told her. She looked at me with big eyes, and kissed me passionately before slowly starting to rise and lower herself. She didn't stop kissing me for quite some time. I kneaded her ass and tits with my hands, moving my hands to all the right points. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my tongue deeper, moaning into her mouth. She began getting close and broke off, putting her hands on my chest and staring into my eyes. She started to moan loudly and I smacked her ass, heightening her pleasure. "Fuck yes," she said with a deep voice. "Smack my ass, baby!" I smacked it again several times as she climaxed hard on my cock. When she was done coming, she looked down at me and said, "Yeah, I guess you're better than you were." "I'm not done with you yet," I said, smiling. I took her to her bedroom and lifted her up on the bed, then turned her so her amazing apple ass was staring at me. I forced her head down onto the bed and told her to spread her legs. She obliged and told me that she was on the pill and that I could cum inside her. That was music to my ears. I wanted her to come one more time, though. With me. The ultimate drug. I started by thrusting slowly, knowing that I was reaching a part of her that had never been touched. She began whimpering and telling me to fuck her hard; calling me an animal and telling me how she loved my cock. When I knew I was getting too close, I slowed down again, and I turned her over. I put her ankles on my shoulders and entered her quickly, going even further into her hot box. I drove in hard and began pounding her hard, kissing her and telling her that she was fucking incredible. I told her that I was about to cum and that I wanted her to cum with me. She said "Yeah, baby!" and she began moaning once more. I came hard inside her for what seemed like forever. I groaned into her mouth and when I finished coming, collapsed onto the bed next to her. She rolled over onto me and smiled. "Thank you," she said. "Thank YOU," I replied, knowing that I had been changed. The woman that took my virginity was the woman that made me cheat for the first time. It's like her vagina was some sort of cocoon; every time I went in I had changed when I came out. Sarah changed me in ways that no other woman has, and no other woman will. She was the original drug dealer, and she began my addiction. Though I try with sex whenever we're in close enough proximity, I'll never be able to thank her enough. The Director: Carly's Revisited This is the second story featuring Carly, my former student. This delves into a fantasy that I've always had but—to this point-have yet to live out: The Wedding Gift. ***** I received the invitation in the mail, which was curious. I figured that I would be the last person that would be going to get an invitation, as Carly and I had been fucking quite frequently. Her fiancé didn't know that, but he certainly didn't like the all the time we spent together. He was a hot shot at an up and coming investment firm, and liked things his way or no way. At least he was going to be able to give my Carly a life of luxury. It's just too bad that he couldn't satisfy her. Perhaps it was because I was the first one to truly give her an orgasm, or perhaps she really was in love with me. I don't know. She kept coming back for more. But I didn't think she'd want me at her wedding, for fucks sake. I brought it up after she swallowed my cum on a set of railroad tracks the following Tuesday. We decided to have some fun in a place where we could possibly get caught. We liked to up the ante every so often. I helped her to her feet, and began dressing, and said "So...I got an invitation in the mail last week." She looked at me, sheepishly, before saying, "Yeah, Jeffrey asked why you weren't on the guest list since we spend so much time together. I couldn't very well say 'because if he were there I'd be wishing it was him and not you." Her cheeks got very red and she looked away from me. I didn't really know what to say. Out of all the women I've been with, I certainly loved her the most...even more than my wife. My parents' divorce ruined my life, and I needed lots of therapy to even get into a relationship at all. My kids, who were 10 and 13 now, would understand more in a few years, and I would divorce my wife when they were a bit older; at least both in high school. They may not like it, but they were becoming more and more aware of our situation. I just wanted to be there every night for my kids. When they came home from school, I wanted to be there. I wanted to play sports with them, help them with their homework. I wanted them to have what I never did: both parents there whenever they needed us. At the same time, I couldn't very well ask Carly to wait. She knew that I would eventually leave my wife. My wife knew it as well, and we agreed that we should wait a few more years. She was now fucking her boss. I came home and saw them. Watched them. He was giving her more passion that I had in the last ten years. Good for them. She also had dropped a lot of weight, probably for him. Good for her. Our relationship had become much better since she started fucking her boss. We were friends again. Maybe even best friends, but we weren't attracted to each other any more. The only thing we had in common was our love for our kids. That was—to me at least—more than enough reason to stay married. Carly was always special. She was wise beyond her years, and beautiful beyond anything that I had seen. I had traveled the world several times over, and I still had yet to find anyone to whom I was this attracted. Long, muscular legs with a perfect ass, a stomach that you could swear was wearing a corset, and a handful of a rack that had gorgeous, perfect nipples. Her face was incredibly cute, with eyes that lit up when she smiled. Her dimples were adorable. Tying it all together was gorgeous curly light brown hair that fell to the small of her back. Throughout the last few years, she had perfected the art of cocksucking. She had a penchant for finishing me off with her mouth after we fucked. She loved the taste of her own pussy on my cock, and loved swallowing my cum. We had grown into quite an intimate pair; we each came several times every sex session. When I wasn't inside her, I was dreaming about being inside her. My other affairs had kind of petered out. My mother and I stopped after a few years, and once I had made the rounds through my wife's friends a few times, they began to bore me. But Carly was different. We rode back to town in relative silence, holding hands. We stopped for a quick dinner and started talking about the wedding. She said it was going to be very nice. That Jeffrey was able to get the nicest venue and a big band to play the reception. She was still avoiding my eyes. She asked how the kids were, and I told her that they were doing well. The small talk was covering up some angst that we were both feeling, and we decided to go our separate ways to avoid the awkwardness. Over the next few months, we got together regularly and avoided the wedding topic altogether. Life at home was ho-hum...as it always was. I was helping the kids do their homework one night and my wife walked in. She smiled at me and we worked on it together. It felt like we were a family, but it felt somehow incomplete. We came down to the living room and switched on the TV after the kids went down. We watched the news in silence for a few moments until she broke it with "Tom..." I looked at her and we just looked at each other for a few moments. "It's time. Isn't it," I said. "I think so. The kids will understand," she replied. "Yeah," I said, surprisingly saddened that it was going to happen. "How do you want to do it?" she asked. "I have some suggestions." "Of course you do," I said with a smile. "I'd like to split everything as equally as possible, of course. You can have the house. I never liked it." "Yeah. I know." She said. We finalized all the details over the next few weeks and when the summer came, we signed the papers. She wasn't a bitch about anything. I was paying a heavy child support fee and the kids spent the week with her and most weekends with me. It worked out well for all involved, as I was much more of the "get out and do fun stuff" type on the weekends, and she was much better suited to make a nutritious dinner and help with the homework. I still did both, obviously, but we knew our strengths and limitations. The only problem I had now was how to tell Carly. I was, for the first time in probably 20 years, nervous. How would she react? We could be together...honestly together, but she was engaged. Did she love him at all? Would she want to marry me? A 40 something that was done having kids and had no desire to have more? We kept meeting, and through it all I realized that I was making love to her, romancing her. I realized that I was afraid to tell her, and afraid of the rejection. It was the night before her wedding. This was one of the weekends that the kids were staying with their mother. I knew where Carly was staying, and I knew that she would be alone. I was in a bar, drinking my sorrows away, and I had finally consumed enough liquid courage. I texted her, and asked her what room she was in. I told her that I wanted to send her some room service. Told her that she needed to get some food in her to calm her nerves. She fell for it, and texted me '414.' I took a cab, stopped at home and grabbed a bottle of champagne, and went to the hotel room. I knocked, and she answered. The shock on her face after she registered that it was not room service was priceless. I advanced on her. She began to ask me something...probably "what are you doing here?" All I hear was "what" before I was kissing her hard. She returned my kisses and I realized there was going to be no hesitation. She was kissing back with so much passion. She removed her robe and she was naked. I held her close to me and I began exploring her body with my kisses. I turned her around and cupped her breasts, eliciting a gasp as my hot breath hit her neck. She pushed her pelvis back into me, discovering that I was at full mast. She reached around to grab my ass to pull me in closer. I let one of my hands find its way down to her pussy, and I began playing with her clit and then I began fingering her. "Oh, GOD," she moaned. She turned toward me and began unbuckling my belt and pants, while I unbuttoned my shirt. When I was naked, I lifted one of her legs onto the bathroom counter and got on my knees, lapping at her pussy, driving her insane. I could feel precum starting to leak downstairs, so I began lubricating my cock as best I could with that, and spitting on my hand every so often to get it nice and wet. In one quick move I stood up and entered her to the hilt. We both moaned as the heat from our crotch exploded as though we had started a fire. I pounded her relentlessly and soon we both climaxed. We held each other, panting. Between breaths she said "That...was...the best...it's... ever been." She turned her head and leaned back so we could kiss. I took her into the bathroom and we started the shower. We kissed deeply while the shower created a steam room. She stepped in and I followed. "Just like the first time," I said to her. "You made me yours," she said with a smile. This was it. Now or never. "What if I told you that you could really be mine? I'm getting divorced. I want to be with you." She looked bewildered for a few moments, and then pulled me close and kissed me. She jumped up and I caught her. She reached down and put my cock inside her. We had slow, deep sex in the shower. We never stopped kissing. We came quickly, our love for each other made this hotter than any sex before. We cleaned each other and she brought me out to the bed. It was now midnight. "Tom," she said, "What about kids?" I was afraid of this. I sheepishly replied, "I don't really want more. I don't want my kids to compare themselves to anyone else." She burst into tears. I had answered incorrectly. "I want to have kids, Tom," she said. "And I can't do this to Jeffrey." "But you can fuck me over and over behind his back?" "It's different. Somehow it feels different. I do actually love him. I love you more, but I can have a family with him." I lost her. I would never fully have her. I began to cry. We hugged each other. I summoned what little courage I had and I told her it would be fine. That I still loved her. We kissed, and she pushed me back onto the bed. Our kissing became passionate once more, and she kissed down my chest and began sucking my dick. Her hair was flowing onto my stomach and I have never seen anything more amazing. The feelings she was eliciting with her tongue and mouth were beyond explaining. It's like I had even more nerves on my cock than I ever had, and she had found a way to pleasure each one. After a good ten minutes of sucking and deepthroating, she climbed on top of me and we began to make love. She was crying, I could tell, between moans. At around 2 am we both climaxed one last time, together. It was incredible. She collapsed onto me and I held my arms around her. I told her that she should get some sleep. She had to be up in three and a half hours. She had to get married. This brought on a new wave of tears. I thought about ways that I could maybe have a child with her. How I could explain it to my kids...to our new children. But I knew that I wouldn't be able to give the kids the attention they deserved. I knew that I would fail them, somehow. I held her tightly, and we fell asleep, me inside her, for maybe an hour, until her phone alarm went off. She kissed me and said she needed to get in the shower. "This won't stop, right?" she pleaded. "Nothing could stop me, baby," I said. She smiled and started the shower. "Are you coming to the wedding?" She was shocked at my answer, but her signature dimpled smile crept onto her lips after I said: "Yes. I'm also consummating it."