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What a Man

By: DarkJoy



It was 1999 and I had left my home county of Kent in the south east of England, to go to Glasgow University a year before. I'd gone back home for a few weeks over the summer but Kent was even more boring now I was used to the bright lights and big city, not to mention the Scottish accents, so I'd headed back up north in order to look for a place to live and spend some time with my Glaswegian friends before all the other English students came back. Niall, Polly and I were roped into being freshers' week helpers. Niall at 19 was my friend who loved comic books, hip-hop, dressed like a baller and looked like a young Jon Favreau. Polly was his tall, shy best friend from school and they'd come through to the same uni together. We'd bonded over a love for the absurd and alternative music, not to mention drinking when we should have been at lectures and partying far too long into the night. I loved them for their easygoing ways and fun sense of humour.

I'm Isla, although I have a Scottish name I'm not at all British except by birth; my mum is Greek and my dad from the Seychelles. I'm brown skinned and 5'6" tall, with big boobs and a naughty grin. I'd fallen in love with Scotland as a teenager on holiday and it had the added attraction of being 900 miles from my hometown. Life in Scotland was great and hanging out with my friends with no parental supervision was probably the best place to be. I wasn't getting much university work done though..

We were second year students at uni, so we knew absolutely everything. We were helping out at freshers' week so we could get cheap booze and so we'd have something to do before all our other friends came back from their holidays. The week was mostly spent with herding new students from place to place and clearing up in the Queen Margaret Union after all the drunken shenanigans. We bonded more over that week together than in our frantic first year, and sloped off to smoke joints with some of the cooler freshers, until the week rounded off with a great final party that all three of us chaperoned. We managed to sneak in a few vodka and cokes along way. A fair few. At the end of the night we helped tidy up and Niall's place was the closest, so the three of us headed back there to keep the party going...

At Niall's flat we rolled a couple of joints and downed a couple more drinks. We had gotten covered in sticky alcopop residue from the cleanup so Niall lent us some lounging clothes. I got his Gambit X-Men t-shirt; big enough to be a mini dress, it fell to my thighs. Polly ended up falling asleep on the sofa and we were all too tired and drunk to think about going anywhere, so Niall's bed of course looked very attractive... he tells me now that I refused to get out of his bed, but I think it's much more likely that I just decided to join him for a nice evening chat of course. The chat soon turned sexy as it does for 19 year olds, and we kissed. You can tell a lot from a kiss; are you matched well in terms of pace and pressure? Do your toes curl and areas higher up tighten and moisten involuntarily? These kisses were all that and more. Even without the booze and weed I could tell they'd be amazing and with the added bonus of not being able to second guess myself I just kissed him back with passion, and I suddenly started to see my friend in a new light. He kissed me on my neck which he wasn't to know was my kryptonite, that part of my neck that joins onto my shoulder and that is supersensitive in most girls. My nipples pebbled, my pussy moistened and suddenly a whole new way to spend the night opened up to us...

My mild-mannered friend became really sure of himself, manly and super sexy; pulling me towards him and kissing me passionately. I responded eagerly even while I was thinking in my head "this is so weird... this is my friend"; I never thought anything like this would happen. In the way of drunken teenagers though, the kissing progressed to groping each other through our clothes which then of course were in the way and had to come off. Niall had broad shoulders and the strength to pull me around which was so hot.. and very decent chest hair for a 19 year-old; it was fun running my fingers through it and playing with his sensitive nipples while we kissed... I could feel his cock getting so hard for me, and that never fails to make me so wet. There was no question in my mind that I wanted him so badly. My pussy soaked my panties and I was rubbing against him with no shame, urging him on to take me. We were in a sea of sensations and pleasure. 

He got up to make sure the door was locked (we didn't want to scar Polly for life), and then he jumped right back in the bed and pulled my knickers down and started to kiss my pussy. He says he remembers my taste and how my hips moved under him.. he held me with down his strong hands and licked and sucked me for what felt like hours. I came against his lips three times, rubbing my pussy against his beardy face and moaning out loud before he got up to get a condom and got me ready for his cock. Pulling one leg over his hip to open me up, he thrust into me in one push and I was suddenly so full, he was the longest I'd ever taken. It felt amazing and I couldn't help writhe against him as he pushed into me, lust-filled wonder on his face. After a few minutes of thrusting and me grabbing anything I could grab hold of; first his ass to pull him close, but he was so big inside me it almost hurt; I moved to his shoulders so I could better thrust back at him, and then grabbed his head so I could watch him while he watched me fucking back. Suddenly he jumped off me and found a rubber band.. I was so confused but he wrapped it around the base of his cock and balls a couple of times like a cock ring, saying "I saw this on a porno" before pulling me on top of him. I didn't care and began to bounce up and down on his long cock, controlling the angle and degree so that he hit all the right places inside me and I came hard, spasming all over his young cock. 

He moved and got behind me, started sucking me from behind and licking from clit to asshole, his mouth and cheeks all glistening with my juices when I turned back to look at him. I'd never been fucked so thoroughly and passionately before. His fingers quested inside me and he started sucking me again, pushing back and forth, back and forth loving every little inch inside me, making me squirm and writhe until I came hard around his fingers yet again. Then he angled his cock to my entrance and fucked into me hard, pulling at my hips so he bounced off my cervix which always makes me cum so hard. He hammered into me in the best possible way, and I was lost to coherent thought, clutching at the sheets. He finally pulled out, and tearing off the rubber band and condom Niall pushed his cock into my mouth and then came down my throat. I stared at him, panting hard, his cock in my mouth still twitching the last of his hot cum into me, with stars in my eyes. I'd never experienced that change from a nice friendly boy to a man who exuded sex before then, and it was addictive. 

That next morning when he went to make us a cup of tea, he put the radio on and as he came back in Salt-N-Pepa started singing "What A Man" with En Vogue.. we burst out laughing. He strutted to the kitchen and back knowing he'd earned that accolade. We didn't leave his bed for the next three days!

It was later that he confessed that had been his first time. HIs determination to have a good time despite all the booze and smoke we'd consumed was brilliantly inventive! I think I loved him more for that than anything.

What A Man Needs?



"You're married aren't you?" The clerk asked as she took my money.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Evading the question, yep married and for quite a while." She said it with such a smile that I couldn't help but respond.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am." Well I know I wasn’t anymore, but it was still so recent that I felt married!

She grinned like a little schoolgirl. "I knew it! And from the stuff you're buying, I bet she's out of town."

I shifted nervously without saying anything. She was more than out of town, unless heaven counts as a town, but it wasn't something I wanted to talk about.

She must have caught my mood swing. "Hey, it's OK; I don't mean anything by it. I just really like people and I'm always playing this sort of guessing game. I don't really care what you buy, as long as I get to ring it up and get the commission."

"You work on commission here?" I was grateful for the change of subject.

"I do, anyway. What I make depends strictly on sales. We rotate around a lot. The girls downstairs make a ton on clothing, but the movies are probably our biggest sellers."

"I never thought you would actually work on commission."

"Hey, are you in a rush?"

A little hesitantly I replied, "No."

"Great. Look it's really quiet this late in the day and I am due for my dinner break. If I don’t get one now, I might never get one. We have a bunch coming in for a party later. Why don't you pop over that fast food place across the street and get me a number 3, iced tea to drink and get your dinner. Come on back over here and we can eat together and talk for a bit."

I walked out of there, not sure what the hell just happened to me and drove over to the hamburger joint and got her dinner, done twice, and actually went back. I felt like I was in a daze, hit my a cute little 20-ish Mack Truck.

"Great! Come on and follow me, the break room isn't being used for a while." Down the stairs I wondered what the hell I was doing. I make a quick stop into an upscale porno shop north of Cincinnati, just to pick up a couple of movies and maybe a book or two. I really was surprised how nice the place was and how big. There were signs directing people to the fetish-wear sale in the basement, tons of DVD and VHS movies, and an incredible collection of toys. All I was going to do was grab a couple of movies, maybe a book and go home. I know, dull life, but I was still in some adjustment phase after my wife passed. The next thing I know the clerk, a surprisingly innocent looking early twenty-something, starts talking to me and I am going down the stairs with her to eat dinner. She did sort of con me into buying, but that’s OK. Should I let my imagination run away with me? No way! She's cute, probably a college student here. I am twice her age, not in bad shape, but nothing a girl like her would be interested in. Maybe she's in a psychology class and I just became an experiment. Well hell it's better than eating a nuked-dinner alone at home!

Her nametag said Jessie. We sat down and just started talking like we were old friends. She was so easy to talk to attentive, honest in her comments, and very intelligent. She talked about college . . .I was right a student, at least part of the time . . .and I talked about my family, she even got me to open up about my wife. She was empathetic without pity. Jessie was wise beyond her years and for the first time, I didn’t mind talking about everything. We finished our burgers and then she hit me right between the eyes.

"Have you ever met one?"

"Uh, one what?"

"A TG."

"A what?"

"A Shemale, just the like in the movies you just bought. Have you ever met a real transgendered girl before."

"I don't know."

"You mean you can't tell?"

“Well, I've seen cross-dressers and drag queens, but I think a real TG would look just like a girl. Isn’t that the idea?"

"You wouldn't believe all the types we get in here. Some of the TG’s are still so close to being guys they are so nervous and so sweet. They are more open coming here to buy stuff rather than the mall. That’s why we stock such a large clothing area. Don't get me started on drag queens; they are so flamboyant that they are a riot and so much fun. So you have never met one?"

"Not that I know of."

"So why this fascination?"

"I don't know if I would call it a fascination. I was looking at your movies and saw the cover. It looked really interesting and something completely different."

"Look, don't take this wrong, but you just didn't strike me as the type."

"Type?"

"Well, you come in and wander all through the movie section. You caught my eye when you kept stopping at that one spot, where I know we have some of our raunchiest shemale videos."

I think my face turned a bright red, because she reached out her hand and touched mine.

"Don't sweat it. I’m not condemning you. I just found it very interesting. Sexuality should be expressed rather than repressed. The tapes, books, toys, and even clothing can help bring that out. I love all of it." Her hand was warm and very tender. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Look at it from my point of view. A handsome gentleman comes in. Right away I and the other clerks saw you. We gossip quite a bit about our customers, where will they go and what will they buy. It's just a way to pass the time. Like most guys you head to the movies. Women usually head to the toys, and lots of folks head to our dungeon."

"Dungeon?"

"Oh not a real one, that's what we call the basement. We expanded last year into clothing and specialty items. They are down here in the basement. We used half our storage space the just the leatherwear. It's really cool. Maybe I’ll take you on a tour later. Oh no, that party."

“You mentioned the party before? What’s going on?”

“We have a bunch of ladies coming in for a bachelorette party. When we know they are planning to get real wild, we use part of our basement to give them some serious privacy. They can get as crazy as they like. We cater it, provide costumes, toys, entertainment, and whatever else they want. It makes a cool profit for us and we can usually have some fun too.”

I didn't realize how big this place really was. I just assumed movies and books. Jessie was so matter-of-fact about it all. I think that helped me relax.

"Suzie, the little girl who was at the counter, figured you for a romantic erotic movie to spice things up with your wife. Ronnie, the tall sexy blond, thought you looked to nice to be that nice, so she guessed something really slutty. Angie was busy with another customer so I don’t know what she thought. I was real surprised when you kept going back to the shemale stuff and it got my curiosity up."

"So what was your guess?"

"Oh I'll never tell you."

I sat there thinking about it. Getting those movies was a spur of the moment thing. I was probably going to find something nearer to her friend Ronnie's idea than the other clerk. 

"I would have gotten something more explicit, but the shemale ones just seemed to jump out at me. And back to your original question I haven't met one that I know of."

She said, "Would you like to?" in a real quiet voice.

I paused when her hand squeezed mine. I forgot she was even touching me.

"I am asking for real. Would you like to meet a real shemale? She is very feminine, lives as a girl, and no one has a clue about what's under her clothes unless she tells them. Would you like to meet her? Think about this before you answer because if you say no, or make a smartass crack the subject will be dropped."

She was very serious. So in all seriousness, I thought about the answer. Did I want to meet a real shemale? Jessie wasn't offering sex or anything, just a meeting. What would it be like talking to a girl, knowing she was 'different'? Would it seem normal to me, or would I freak out? To be honest, I wasn't sure.

"Jessie, I don't really know."

She looked at me for a long minute. "Wow that was an honest answer. Some of the guys we get in here would jump so hard at the chance that it would be scary. Others get insulted and put on an ugly front, I hate that. You really thought about it and you aren't sure."

She stood up and gathered our trash. "Come with me."

She held out her hand. I took it and she led me down passed a couple of storerooms to another break room, this one smaller, more intimate. It had a couch, a couple of chairs and small tables, and a few nice art pieces and mirrors on the wall.

"The other room was going to be used as a dressing room in a few minutes, that party I told you about. I didn't think you would want to be there."

"Thanks that might be a little much."

She sat me down on the couch and them to my surprise, she sat next to me. My arm went around her and she burrowed her face into my chest, it was a moment before we started talking again.

"You are the real deal, a thoughtful guy who isn't afraid to be honest. From what you told me your wife you are also lonely and your kids are all grown and gone. Look, I’m not offering some sort of super sexual weekend; I was curious if you wanted to meet a shemale in person. To talk and explore yourself little bit. Who knows what might happen. I wasn't looking to set you up with some shemale slut looking for a daddy."

"Jessie, I wasn't thinking that. I really don't know how I feel. I saw the movies, they were intriguing. I've never given the idea much thought. I know I am not gay, but it was so different."

“So dirty?" She said looking at me with a strange look on her face.

"No, not dirty. Maybe some scenes in the movie might be, but I was really curious, nothing more. I didn't come in here looking for a shemale, or even a shemale movie. I'm not sure how I would feel meeting one. Hell I'm not sure how I would talk to one."

"You talk to one just like you are talking to a girl. I mean she is a girl, isn't she?"

"Yes, she would be. I guess I'm not making myself clear. You really hit me with this out of the blue. Look, she must be a friend of yours?"

"You can say that."

"Then what do you think I should do?"

She twisted around and knelt on the couch next to me, looking at me. "You don't even know me, how can you ask me that?"

"You have pretty good head on your shoulders and so far you haven't done anything to make me think you would have me do anything bad. What do you think I should do?"

She took my hand again, and then opened my palm. She slipped my hand under her skirt and I was holding testicle, just like that. She held me tight so I would have a knee jerk reaction. Jessie was/is a shemale and for the first time in my life I was holding a set of balls that weren't my own. I was totally shocked. I tried to speak, but she placed a finger over my mouth. "Shhhhhh, just go with your feelings."

"I held her sac in the palm of my hands and curled my fingers around it until it rested comfortably. She let go of my wrist and in an amazing feat of dexterity curled back up against me with my hand never leaving her balls.

No words, nothing at all but me holding a lovely young woman in my arms with my hand under her skirt. If anyone walked in they might raise an eyebrow, but they wouldn't have a clue.

I held her sac very carefully, letting its weight rest in my hand. Then I gently applied a little pressure, just like I do when I am masturbating, or my wife did when we are fooling around. Jessie inhaled sharply. She was very responsive.

I gently kneaded her balls, feeling them through the material of her panties. They felt warm and heavy. I was starting to get turned on. Across the room was a small mirror and I could see Jessie clearly, her eyes were closed and her tongue would come out and quickly lick her lips. She was the picture of excited femininity. I could see my hand under her skirt and see my movements through the material of her skirt. Her hair smelled nice, something I couldn't place, but most of my attention was on the mirror. It was such a sexy picture and knowing what I now knew, there was an element of mystery that anyone who could see us there wouldn't have a clue.

The door burst open and two girls carrying a bunch of stuff burst in and then quickly backed out muttering apologies.

"Damn, I forgot to lock the door."

Jessie got up and my hand felt cold all of a sudden. She locked the door, paused and turned to look at me.

"No one will interrupt us now, unless I tell them to. I have the only key to this room. The question is do you want to continue, or do you want to leave?"

I thought again, hard! I should leave. I know I was excited, Jessie could see it if she looked down. Her face had an earnestness to it. She didn't want me to leave. At the same time the spell she had weaved was broken and I am not sure we can get it back.

"I would rather stay but I do have one wish"

"Only one?" She said with a small smile.

"Take off the panties, please?"

She looked surprised. "Anyone else would have wanted me naked by now. You just want to feel me without the panties?"

"I'm still not sure what I want, but before the evil twins there broke the spell, I was thinking about what you would feel like without the cotton panties."

"Suzi was right, you are a romantic. You want to go slowly and relish the feelings as much as I do. You have no idea how happy you made me when you didn't fly off the handle."

She turned away from me and reached under her skirt. I got a glimpse of the most perfect and feminine rear-end I have ever seen as her white cotton panties went down her legs. Those are a pair of great legs! She bent at the waist and kept her legs straight. As sexy a pose as I had ever seen.

She came back and slipped against me again, this time her back was pressed toward me, but it gave me better access to her legs. I ran my hand over her thighs and she sighed. Then, unable to prolong it any longer, I felt her testicles again, this time I could feel her warm skin. There was a third thing hanging there that surprised me, but it shouldn't have. Without her panties to hold it in position, her cock hung down with her balls and it all made a nice package in my hand. Rolling them and teasing them lightly made her penis jump a little. She was getting excited! I still couldn't see anything because of her skirt, but when I tried to lift it up, her hands smoothed it down. In the mirror she was smiling at me. I smiled back and then she took my hand and made me squeeze her harder. I thought I might hurt her, but her penis definitely liked the firmer attention. A minute later I was holding an erect penis, and I was jerking it off like it was mine. Jessie must have liked it because her ass was pressing into my hip with every move. My own cock was straining at my Dockers and a small precum stain bled through the khaki material.

Jess finally spoke. "Would you like to see?"

"Yes, Jess, I would very much!" I gasped out.

She looked at my face in the mirror and took the hem of her skirt in her hands. I could see the tip of her penis pushing at the material of her skirt. She waited, building my suspense until I wanted to scream at her to let me see.

She flipped the material up and I got my first real look at her penis, her cock. It was beautiful! My hand was squeezing the base, just like I love when my wife did it to me. The blood had filled it and its head was a dark red-wine color. There was moisture on the tip. Stroking up and down it felt even better than it looked. Each time I pulled down, Jessie would push her ass against me in such a sexy way.

I think she was close to cumming! I grabbed her hair and pulled her face around to mine, forcibly. She fought for a second, until I kissed her.

I was kissing the hell out of a shemale and I loved it! She turned, my hand felt so empty, but then she pressed against me, almost laying on me and she kissed me back; our hot, stiff tongues fighting each other. Her body so vibrant against me, her cock pressing against mine as I parted my legs to let her in closer. Before I could get my breath back, she got up and pulled me forcibly to one of the chairs. She sat down and pushed me to my knees.

I looked at her cock from only an inch away. The veins were standing out; there was a dark seam along the bottom. My hand held her testicles again and my other hand grasped the base of her shaft.

I looked up at her and she still had that angelic smile that told me all was right with the world. Without any prompting, I tasted her cock and licked the very tip lightly. It felt hot and tasted somewhat sweet. I ticked her glans, and was rewarded with a sigh. Stroking her cock at the same time I was fascinated by how the head would expand and contact. I popped the head in my mouth and I could feel it as it changed. Jessie was moving now, pushing against me. She was fucking my face, it was great. When she pushed forward, I sucked her completely in my mouth. When she pulled out I tighten my lips as tight as I could. She grabbed my hair and started getting frantic. Suddenly, with a huge scream, the first jet of her cum caused me to choke a little. I swallowed the bitter stuff as best I could, but here was so much, I could feel it dripping down my chin.

When she fell back, her cock had softened, and there was cum on it. I stared at it, unable to believe what had happened. I don't know if it would ever happen again, so I placed my head back in her lap and licked the rest of her come from her cock.

"Knock, knock."

Jess stirred. "What is it?"

"Miss Jessie, we have a problem upstairs, Ronnie really needs you."

"Just a sec."

"Honey, I gotta run for a few. Suzi is a good girl and a good friend. She'll help you get cleaned up." She pointed down and I could see the mess I made when I came. I didn't even realize I had. "It's OK, baby, just don't leave until we can talk. This may take a little while." She kissed me and stood up. A few brushes of her hands down her skirt and, other than her tight nipples, she looked like an angel again.

When she opened the door, a pretty little Asian girl peeked in. "I am so sorry, but it is important."

"Fine, I'm going already. Look, Suz, would you help my friend get presentable again. I'll be back in a few."

Suzy came in and I struggled to my feet, still dazed.

"She's pretty amazing, isn't she?"

"That she is."

Suzi caught some of Jess' cum from my cheek with her finger and licked it off. "Delicious too!"

We both laughed and any feeling of embarrassment at my predicament evaporated against Suzi's laughter.

"Let me get you a couple of wet cloths and a towel. Go look at yourself in the mirror. You have that 'just fucked' look that I love in a man."

I looked like a wreck. My hair was matted, my shirt wrinkled and cumstained. My tan Dockers look like I pissed in because the cumstain was huge. I also had a smile that refused to go away.

Suzi came back in, all business. "We aren't a department store, so you'll have to make do. Get undressed."

Her no nonsense attitude got through, but her hands with those two warm and wet cloths wasn't business-like. She cleaned me in place only my doctored ever touched before. It was getting to her as well. "I gotta stop this, Miss Jess will kill me."

I grabbed her hands. "I can't have your blood on my conscience." I took the towel and dried myself off in the mirror, Suzi sat on the couch behind me.

"How old are you?"

I told her.

"Wow that's the same age as my dad, but if he was in as good a shape as you, I would be in a ton of trouble with my mom." She smiled her exact meaning. Suzi also had her own hand up her skirt. "I heard Miss Jessie cumming while I was outside the door. I've never heard her scream like that, not even with me!"

I felt a weird kind of pride at that, but soon my attention was on Suzi. Her skirt rode up and she had no panties on. She was rubbing up and down and several not very father-like things popped in my head.




What A Man Needs?



"Oh fuck, Daddy. Please Daddy, Eat me Daddy. I need to come!"

Her eyes were closed, but her voice got to me and my dragging peter jumped up.

She looked right at me and opened her legs wide. "Make your little girl scream, Daddy."

That was to much for me and once again I was on my knees. My hands holding her legs wide open and my mouth feasting one a delicious wet and hair-free pie. Suzi was a wild one; she was pushing herself against me with complete abandon.

"Ahhhheemmmmm!"

Suzi jumped up. "Oh shit, Miss Jess, I'm sorry I couldn't . . ."

"Oh pipe down you little slut. I was expecting more self control from you." Her eyes frozen against me. 

When I tried to get up, she pushed me back down. "You might as well finish what you started. This fucking slut will be bitchy the rest of the night if you don't finish."

Suzi cried out in glee and pulled my head back down. For a few moments I wasn't into it. I felt like I had betrayed someone, but Suzi tasted so damn good I got back into things and soon had her back on the edge of the couch fucking against my face.

Jess got behind me and started paying with my balls and my ass. She leaned her body against me and was whispering in my ear. "Tongue fuck the little slut, she loves it." She was heavy against me, but so damn sexy. She was kneeling there and soon I felt her cock pressing. Jess was getting excited! She licked down my back and started tonguing me; she spread my ass cheeks and started licking my asshole. I was scared and excited ad finally Suzi screamed into another world and came hard.

When she got up, Jess was once again at my ear. My asshole was wet and her cock was pushing against me. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't sure about it.

"Get out slut, I'll deal with you later. In a few minutes send Ronnie down."

Suzi scampered to obey and Jess pushed me against the couch. "With the hormones I take I rarely get two woody's in a week, and here it is and my clit is straining so quickly again. I imagine you know what I want to do. Have you ever had anything in your ass?"

"No." I replied nervously.

"Hey, hey, I'm not mad at you. I just have to keep Suzi in line of she would fuck anyone who walked in. She really is a sexy little slut. I am not surprise you went down on her. Hell, I would have been more surprised if I came down here and found you dressed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then she touched my asshole again."

"I really want this; the question is will you give it to me?"

She pressed against me and I felt her bare chest. She had heavy breasts and she ran them up and down my back. Her cock as free and it pushed against mine and my balls.

She got up and pulled me over to a chair. "Here, now you can see us in the mirror."

She lay back against me and the sight of her sexy female body against my back got to me. She pulled back and on her knees pushed her cock, teasing the tip along my balls, then laid back on me and pushed those breasts along my back. Three times and soon I was rock hard again. Her finger touched my asshole and she pushed in the tip of her finger. "You have such a tight little pussy, honey."

The door opened, but I didn't see who came in. I was watching Jess in the mirror mime at fucking me. It was so hot.

A tall blond climbed into the chair. She was naked, slim, nice chest, and another fully shaved pussy. She pushed me away from the edge of the chair, opened her legs and without a sound pulled me to her pussy.

"Eat her as well, honey. You were so hot eating Suzi that I thought you would like a taste of Ronnie as well. While you eat her I am going to take your cherry."

I was nervous, but I was also putty in her hands. She pulled out of the mirror view for a moment and when she came back she had something in her hand. Some type of lotion. She put some on her hand and then she touched me. It was freezing!

I yelled into Ronnie's cunt, but that only made her pull harder. She lifted one of her legs and while it got me a great mouthful of cunt, I couldn't see the mirror anymore.

Jess's hands massaged my ass and balls. The lotion was a lubricant obviously. She pushed one finger in and slowly fucked me with it.

"Oh damn, you have a tight pussy, honey. I can't wait to fuck you!"

Her voice was in my ear again, but Ronnie was bucking nicely. Then she turned over and opened her own asscheeks. I heard her voice for the first time. Very low pitched and very sexy. "Eat my ass, bitch."

Jess's hand slapped Ronnie across the ass. "Honey here is not a bitch. You are to be nice or I'll send you back upstairs with an itchy pussy and no relief."

"I'm sorry Miss Jess. I got carried away."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Honey."

"I'm sorry I am such a bitch, Honey. You have a great tongue and I need it real bad."

I wanted to tell her my name wasn't Honey, but Jess pushed me back to her ass and my tongue sunk in as far as it would go.

Ronnie yelled and pushed back, forcing me against Jess who was now rubbing my ass with two fingers. I was hard as steel every time her fingers found my prostate.

Ronnie went into light convulsions as Jess pressed something larger to my virgin ass. The head of her cock popped in and the pain was bad for a few seconds. It took my breath away.

She left it for a few moments and I got my head up to see the mirror. The distance was just enough that all I could see was something connecting her to me. When she slowly leaned forward the bar of iron in my ass felt like heated steel. She went all the way in and stayed there. The picture was incredible. She was pressed against me and I was supporting her whole weight. It felt like the only place I was holding her up was my asshole. It burned then cooled, then she moved and it burned again, but not as much.

By the time she pulled almost all the way out the burning sensation had stopped. The feeling of fullness remained and I squeezed my sphincter hard, she moaned. "Oh Honey, you feel so fucking good. I can't believe how perfect you are."

She fucked me again with infinite slowness. Ronnie slipped off the chair and I was leaning on her for support. She pushed her ass against me and we were soon a sandwich and I was in the middle. My straining cock found her cunt.  I couldn't move, but every motion of Jess’s instantly went through me and into Ronnie. Ronnie's hand found me and repositioned me. My well-lubricated cock pierced her asshole in one motion. Now we were fucking. Jess was moving harder and faster. In self defense my movements mirrored hers and that meant I was fucking Ronnie as hard and as fast. 

I couldn't believe the sensation. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my cock was like a piston in and out of poor Ronnie's asshole. I closed my eyes and gave into it all. I don't know how long we went, but I couldn't stop myself from cumming. I filled Ronnie’s ass but I stayed hard. I couldn't believe it. Jessie in my ass was like the ultimate Viagra. I kept fucking Ronnie not caring if she had come yet or not. Jess was pounding me harder and harder. The mirror seemed to be rocking with us and I couldn't see much. I felt her tense up, like she did before my first taste of cum. I drove into Ronnie and heard her scream. Jessie came in my ass! She kept going until I think I passed out.

I woke up on the couch. Ronnie, Suzi, and Jessie were there. My head was in Jessie’s lap, Ronnie was looking worried and Suzi was cleaning me up.

"That was incredible Honey. I've never seen a guy do that, Little Death, Le Petite Morte."

"It never happened before to me."

Ronnie looked better. "Honey I couldn't believe it. You fucked me unconscious and when I came to, you were still fucking me! "

She turned and ran upstairs.

Suzi was smiling. That was pretty impressive, Honey."

"My name isn't . . ."

Jessie stopped me. "Here you are my Honey. I hope you can live with that. You know your life has changed tonight?"

I looked at Jess. "It changed to moment you tucked my hand under your skirt.”

She smiled. "There is one last little detail."

Ronnie came in with a couple of things. She handed me a bracelet. It was in between masculine and feminine and it just said "Honey". I put in on, rather proudly when I realized Suzi and Ronnie also were wearing similar bracelets.

The next item was an envelope. In it was a shitload of money.

I was floored.

"Don't get angry. The mirrors have cameras and everything we did was seen by the bachelorette party in the other part of the basement. These are your tips. I think they all have a daddy fantasy."

"And when you went down on me,“ Suzi added, " half of those girls went nuts. The other half went totally insane when Jess copped your cherry. Right now we have a room of 15 women who were frigging themselves out cold."

"No, Jess! This isn . . ."

She stopped me. "I know Honey. We could have let you walk out of here none the wiser. But we don't lie to our loved ones. You have a right to know it all, and we will live with the consequences. If you hate us, we will understand. There is only one copy of the tape and here it is. You can destroy it if you want"

"Why the tape?"

"We do this and things don't always go well. Sometimes the videotape was the 'evidence' we needed to stop someone from getting all legal on us."

I thought about it. Jess asked, "What I love about you from the first moment we met as your honesty. Please believe me that this is the only copy."

"Oh, I believe that. I am not sure I can destroy it."

She smiled. "You can leave it here in safekeeping. You can come back anytime you want to watch it, or whatever."

"Whatever?"

"Whatever! Honey, you are welcome here anytime for any reason. You are honest and sexy, and willing to explore. We can help you explore, if you wish, or you can just stop in and say hello. This isn't a whorehouse, and the money you received you earned, even though you didn't know it. You are a member of the family now."

I smiled, and then was surprised when my eyes teared up. "Family!" 



What a Master is to Her



A Master. First, the question is this. What is a Master? Can anyone be a Master? Is it a Man or Woman who thinks they can control a being simply by being capable of it? Is it One who thinks they are stronger than the other they desire to control? Is a Master one who can control any emotion thrown at them? Emotions coming from them? 

A: Anger 

B: Violence

C: Love 

D: Hate

E: Empathy 

F: Contempt

What is a Master? According to the Webster's Dictionary, A Master is one who: One that has control over another or others. The owner or keeper of an animal. The owner of a slave. A Master to an animal? 

I, as a slave, may be considered an animal by the one I would call Master. I would humbly grovel at their feet, beg for scraps of food, if that is what they required of me, crawl belly first to where they desire me to be. So yes, a Master can own a animal, because only a real Master could get me to do so without thinking of what others might think or see. A slave? Depends on what you think of as a slave, as we all have different ideas on what one is. Another essay perhaps someday. 

Now, a Master to me is one who can take control over me almost instantly, demanding the respect that comes with the title. Some say respect is earned. Why? I desire respect, even as a slave from those who are Dominant, as well as submissive. A true Master, as well as a true submissive will treat another as they desire to be treated. A Master, requires obedience, loyalty and respect, but they in turn would expect themselves to give those things in return. A Master that owns me would show me how to behave by setting an example to me, showing me in themselves that there is a certain level of respect they demand in life from all those around them.

Can anyone be a Master? Many can call themselves Master, can even own a slave or two or three, ordering them about and even getting them to obey them for a time, but eventually time will show to others if the person is truly who they say they are. Their slaves run around uncontrolled. A person can call them self Master and be only a person who has a thing for kink. To me, a Master is a collection of very few in reality, an elite few, who hold themselves up above the crowd, not by arrogance, but by the respect they have earned and the right to be called Master by those they own and those submissive that know them.

Is it a Man or Woman who thinks they can control a being simply by being capable of it? A Master, in my opinion can be male or female, it does not matter which, they are people who know deep inside they are part of a group of men and women who can control, who can respect someone *less* than themselves. Imagine, if you can, a slave who thinks, not with their heart or mind, but with their soul. Unyielding in their devotion, accepting fully each and everything that is dealt out to them, good or bad, knowing it is their place and what is happening in some way, gives the Master pleasure, happiness or satisfaction, thus in turn, giving them pleasure.

Control, does it make a man or woman a Master? No. It takes years to become a Master in my eyes. I know a Master who went as far as to be a slave for a year, knowing he could not truly own a slave if he did not know what it felt like to live as one, to feel as one does. He is one I can honestly call Master and not falter in saying it. He knows when to say he is sorry, as so few *Masters* don't think they have the need to. A Master knows when he or she has erred, takes a larger person to admit it, It does not make them less in the eyes of a slave, it makes them more. A Master who can admit when he or she is wrong is remaining in control of their being and in control of their slave. 

A submissive, angry at being ordered to scrub a floor while another submissive, throws a tantrum, telling the other she is worthless, not pretty enough. Is she a submissive or is she a person who desires to play on the kinky side of life? A Master has to deal with these things if they live this lifestyle 24/7 in a poly relationship. Personalities clash, not everyone is meant to like everyone else. Does the Master get angry themselves? Do they punish with anger? Do they accept what happens? A Master would answer no to all these questions. A Master will become displeased, unhappy that his life has been unsettled by a squabble. They will find out what caused the friction so they can pass down judgment on a submissive without losing *face* in their eyes. A Master will wait for a certain period of time before he punishes, especially if they feel they might not be able to control themselves enough, ( After all, They are human , as well with emotions and sometimes they can escape) They never accept friction in their homes or presence, though they know it is a given, to accept it, is to not be in control. They might decide to punish all those involved or just the one who created the friction to begin with, their choice, not the submissive. A Punishment dealt with quickly is a kind thing for a Master to do, for to make a submissive wait, it pure torture. ( Remember, my words and thoughts alone, not meant to reflect any others) 



What A Match!



Thanks for the great feedback! I wanted to continue this story line as long as people continue to enjoy the reading.

I’m live in the Midwest and wonder how I got into this situation again. I met a local businessman named Paul online, right from the beginning we hit it off. We seemed to enjoy the same things and really had fun chatting, it no time we became fast friends. One thing led to the other and I was couch looking directly at the object of my desire.

Here is my story.

Paul and Matt live in the same town; they met online and chatted a few times. Both initially went online in hopes of meeting someone with similar interests who would enjoy a physical relationship. Over the last year neither had any luck until they found each other.

They had things in common, they’re both married and about the same age. Both are college educated, and in business locally. They really hit it off and both men looked forward to their evening chats. 

They seemed to be a good match! 

Paul sent his picture to Matt online hoping that it would catch Matt’s interest; it did! When Matt looked at the picture he was shocked how young and handsome Paul looked. Paul was 55 years old but he looked 45. 

Matt learned as they chatted that Paul was a runner and soccer player most of his life. He had runners’ legs and a flat stomach and a large chest. Matt wondered if it was really Paul’s photo, it seemed too good to be true. Time would tell!

After he sent his photo to Matt, Paul knew that they would need to meet if this relationship would continue. If they just continued to chat online the friendship would grow stale. Paul suggested to Matt that they meet for coffee at a local place in town. Paul could feel his knees shake when he suggested the meeting he was a nervous wreck.

Matt was also nervous but desperately wanted to meet Paul. His chats with Paul were so exciting whether they discussed sports, women, or sex. 

“It’s silly to be nervous, we have chatted for a long time, it’s not a blind date,” Matt said to himself. Because of the nature of their confidential chats with Paul, he knew that they had what each other desired. 

Matt decided to take the chance and meet for coffee, if Paul didn’t look like his photo he could always leave, but if he did look like his photo…..WOW!

Matt was so nervous about meeting Paul, when he arrived he could feel his heart start to beat a bit faster. 

“Steady pal, don’t be nervous,” Matt said to himself as he walked in the door. As he wiped a bit of perspiration from his forehead he wondered if Paul would be there or if this was just another “no show”.

He saw Paul as soon as he walked in the door. “Paul came early”, he thought and that delighted him, “I wonder, does Paul always comes early”? That’s it boy keep your sense of humor!

Paul waved Matt over to his table and off he went with his heart beating out of control. As they shook hands each seemed to be pleasantly surprised with the other. Matt now felt that all would be fine. 

Paul studied Matt walking across the room and said to himself, “Jackpot”. Matt was what he wanted, he was a clean-cut businessman and he looked good!

Paul said, “I’m glad that we are finally meeting face to face, I was so nervous about this meeting”

“Me too”, said Matt. “ I was very nervous until right now”. Paul had a firm handshake and large hands, Matt secretly hoped that he was large everywhere!

“You look just like the photo that you sent to me online,” Matt said. 

“That’s because it was a picture of me silly” Paul joked.

“I’m delighted to meet you in person, I think we seem to be a good match”, Matt gushed.

“I’m delighted also, “said Paul. “Now if I can get you to live up to the promises that you made when we chatted” he said with a wink. 

This comment made Matt’s face blush and his blood boil, he was terribly hot for Paul and wanted get him alone.

Paul studied Matt’s features as he spoke with him. Matt looked too good to be true, and most of all he had a nice mouth and lovely lips, that was important. 

Matt was not submissive but he wanted to please Paul orally, which would please him at the same time. Nothing made him happier than to have a nice juicy member in his mouth with the time to really enjoy sucking it. Paul on the other hand wanted to have Matt suck his cock and all that came with it, but Paul made it clear that he did not plan to reciprocate. They were a great match.

“Perfect just perfect, I can suck his cock without being bothered by someone wanting to suck me.” Matt thought when they had chatted online.

Paul thought, “He wants to suck my cock and all I need to do is enjoy it, this is great"!

When they finished their coffee Paul suggested that they have desert at his house.

The plan was made! 

Matt followed Paul to his home; Paul’s wife was away visiting her mother for a few days.

The front of the home looked like one that you would find on a Christmas card by Currier and Ives. The house was red brick with a large white front door that had a seasonal wreath nicely placed on the front. 

As the walked in the front door Paul asked Matt to wait and make himself comfortable while he changed clothes. Matt felt very comfortable here; it was a beautiful home and a very bright family room. The room had a large walk in hearth, and a baby grand piano.

Matt was looking around when Paul came back in wearing boxers and a T-Shirt.

“God he looked good,” Matt thought as he saw Paul coming across the room. Paul had legs that were meant for boxer shorts. Matt was devouring him with his eyes, he wondered if Paul noticed.

“I’m still a little nervous,” Matt told him. Paul just smiled lifted his new friends hand and put it on his ass. 

“Relax, we’re just friends and we have the house to ourselves. I don’t bite but I hope you do” Paul said with a smile.

”I feel like a kid at Christmas about to open his best present”, said Matt.

Paul smiled and said, “it seems that we’re both getting a present today” as he walked closer to the couch where Matt was sitting. 

Paul took Matt’s head and gently pulled it against his boxers. Paul loved this little bit of dominance. He arched his back and pushed his hips toward Matt’s face so he would be able to feel the thickness of his new play toy. He loved that Matt never once tried to pull his head away, “I’ve got him”, Paul thought.

Matt felt his face rub over Paul’s member, and he loved it. He put his hands on the back of Paul’s thighs and rubbed them slowly up and down as his cheeks rubbed his friends endowment. “Quite a lump”, Matt thought it felt dreamy. 

He thought to himself, “how hot is this, I can feel his cock but can’t see it yet”. Talk about suspense, Matt was dying to move along.

“You feel wonderful Matt told him, your member feels so warm even through these boxers”. 

“It will get hotter for you in just a few minutes” Paul said.

Paul stepped back and with one leg at a time he stepped out of his boxers first followed by his T-shirt. He was naked and reached for Matt’s hand.

Paul slowly sat back into his chair. 

“I want you to suck my cock nice and slowly, just like we discussed” Paul said.

Paul sat in his chair and slouched back with his open legs sprawled out in front of him, his heels were embedded in the carpet for support. This was favorite position because it allowed his friend full access to his cock while Paul could rest and enjoy the pleasure. His wife had done this for him when they were engaged but marriage changed that. 

“I hope you don’t mind but I love to have my cock sucked while I sit” he said. “I’ll get a great view of you swallowing my cock.” Paul said with a smile.

Sitting down also allowed him to stretch his arms and hands down and hold the other persons head while they sucked his cock. He could “help” Matt to find the sensitive spots on his cock’s shaft by lightly guiding his head to his hot spots. 

His wife used to let him hold her head, but that also changed, she said it was demeaning to her. She said that if she had to suck his cock it would be done her way. Unfortunately for Paul he loved this little bit of control and now it was lost with his wife.

Today though he would hold Matt’s head until he shot his load deep into his mouth. He wondered how Matt would look with his cock in his throat and a load in his mouth?

Paul reached down with both hands and surrounded his package using his thumbs and index fingers to lift and wave his manhood at Matt. His cock head was bouncing slightly and his shaft was more soft than hard. 

Matt loved the look of this cock staring right back at him; his eyes were locked on Paul’s waving member. Paul's thick cock was the object of Matt's desire, it make his mouth water and his nostrils flare.

His member had a hypnotic effect on Matt; it beckoned him to suck it. Seeing this beautiful cock in front of him set Matt on fire, he could feel his body heat up and his own package grow.

“Suck my cock for me, “ Paul said. “I haven’t had a blow job in a month and I’m hoping that you are as anxious as I am to have my cock in your mouth”

As Paul spoke Matt nervously licked his lips, this did not go unnoticed by Paul, he was recognized how anxious Matt was.

Matt answered by kneeling down in front of Paul’s member. As he took just the head of his wonderful cock between his lips he closed his eyes and moaned.

He kept sucking just the head of Paul’s cock, loving the smell and taste; Matt felt that he could do this all night. Paul’s cock head was full and soft, almost spongy, it reminded Matt of a plum but not quite so large.

Paul sat back in the chair and looked in astonishment at Matt. He never had someone just suck his cock head and use their tongue like that. He felt Matt’s tongue lightly tease and encircle his head and running back to his glans. It was as if his tongue was coaxing his liquid out of him.

“I going to cum to soon,” Paul thought. 

Paul put his hand behind Matt’s head and easily pulled him closer to his cock.

“Open up Matt, I want all of my cock in your mouth while it’s still soft”.

“Me too, ” Matt said.

He opened his mouth and let the beautiful cock slide all the way in. Paul’s thick cock seemed to be sliding into his mouth in slow motion. It felt so natural to have his member deep in his mouth, dancing on the flat of his tongue.

Matt looked up and their eyes locked. Paul had on a face of total contentment and pleasure. He watched as Paul closed his eyes for a moment and opened his mouth to let a genuine sigh escape from his lips.

Paul spoke,” Please keep it all in your mouth and just nurse on it for a while, just nurse on it.”

Matt could feel my cheeks hollow as he nursed his shaft, Matt was about to shoot in his pants. He reached down and unzipped his pants to release his member, he was rock hard and ready to explode. 

“MMMMM” was all he could say, this was so wonderful to feel Paul’s fat member pulsating in his mouth while he stroked his own cock.

Paul was starting to tingle all over; he could feel his body beginning to perspire. Every nerve in his body was pointed toward his shaft; he knew that he was ready to explode.

“Please don’t stop tonguing the shaft, keep nursing me I’m ready.” said Paul. “Let me shoot in your mouth,” he said.

Paul held one hand under Matt’s chin, and one behind his head. Paul rocked his hips in rhythm but he would just barely move his cock in and out while he nursed on it. 

Matt loved the feeling of rolling his tongue rolling over Paul’s member as he nursed on his leaking shaft. He found that he got the best response by curling his tongue and slowly running it back and forth on the belly of his Paul’s cock shaft. 

The second time that Matt did this, Paul exploded.

His pulsating cock squirted and squirted liquid into Matt’s eager mouth. Matt loved the taste enough, but the feel of Paul’s cock pulsating against his tongue made Matt shoot his load. 

Matt thought that this was so heavenly; he clearly loved sucking Paul’s cock. Matt realized today that nothing excited him like the feel of someone’s cock pulsating on his tongue, that was heaven.

To be continued.



What a Mess



It was a beautiful fall evening. The sun had just started to dip below the horizon and there was a warm glow that pervaded the area...but, there seemed to be waves of angst emanating from 77 Wistful Vista Lane. Was all not right with the family that resided there? 



Marty Kramer sat back from the table, a smile of contentment on his puss, and patted his stomach as he gazed lovingly at his wife. "Honey, that was absolutely delicious. I just love your lasagna, it's a prize winner."

Rita smiled at him perfunctorily, something that was not unnoticed by her husband. "What?" he sputtered. "That was a compliment, whattya want? Now even compliments are not enough? What, I gotta kiss your ass too?"

His face had reddened as his blood pressure rose and he fought to contain his anger. 

Rita rose, looked at him contemptuously and started to gather the now empty dishes. "I'm not getting into this with you now, Marty. Calm yourself down and go into the den. Pick up your favorite plaything, you know, the tv remote and make believe it's alive," she snarled.

"Make love to the damn tv set, Marty. Stick that limp thing you call a dick into the speaker. Maybe you'll get an electric shock and it'll get hard for a change, although I'm not sure you'll even remember what to do with it if that ever did happen. " She turned, dishes in hand, and stomped into the kitchen, not bothering to look back at her husband who was struggling to contain himself.

Marty sat there for a couple of minutes, willing himself to relax and not throw something through a window, struggling to catch his breath and regulate his breathing. "Jeez," he finally muttered as he rose to his feet. Making his way into the den, he in fact did pick up the remote but put it down again before sitting down in his recliner. He leaned over and put his head in his hands.

"What the fuck does she want from me. It's the same old shit again and again - there's no end to it." he muttered to himself. "Married over 22 fuckin' years and it's all turning to shit. She's fuckin' around and I gotta go through this shit. Like she probably isn't getting her ashes hauled regularly? George not getting the job done anymore?" and his stomach clenched as that thought entered his mind. "Thank goodness the girls are away at school so they won't have to be in the middle of this crap."

Marty's mind drifted back to THAT weekend. They were supposed to go to the lake cabin that George, his brother, had inherited just a few years before. Rita's sister, Kate, and she had planned a long weekend for just the four of them. Plans went awry when Marty found that he had to be present for a commercial closing on the Friday that they were scheduled to leave. There was just too much money involved to not be there.

Rita had understood, she also knew how much was involved and they made plans for her to drive up with her sister and George with their baggage and Marty would join them as early as he could on Saturday. He figured that he would get at least the two days up there.

Fortunately - or not - Marty was able to complete the transaction quickly and decided to make the drive up later that evening. He thought that even though he would arrive well past bedtime, he could slip in and surprise Rita, fool that he turned out to be. 

The drive was uneventful and, as he thought, he arrived a bit after midnight. He moved silently to the door, removed his shoes so as not to waken anyone, and quietly entered the small cabin. He immediately saw

George tip-toeing out of the bathroom and down the short hall. Marty, being of sound mind, tip-toed quietly after him. When George slid into the second bedroom, the very one that Rita and Marty were to use, Marty felt his stomach clench.

He was not far behind George when, by the moonlight streaming in the window, he saw Rita start, then lift her arms, welcoming her lover into her bed, murmuring  "get in here, sweetie, but be quiet."

Marty, his mind blank and in a daze just turned and quietly and quickly left the cabin. He still had the presence of mind to quietly close the front door and then run to his car. Entering he realized that he still had his shoes in his hand which is tossed into the passenger seat. Starting the car, he quickly drove off. 

Marty struggled with this new knowledge. He had driven to a 24 hour diner located about 1hour south of the cabin. Over a dozen cups of coffee and an uneaten omelette, he reviewed his situation and had a silent conversation with himself - no, perhaps a war would be a better description. His mouth twitched and his eyes darted hither and yon. The waitress kept a wary eye on him.

"I'm gonna divorce the bitch - ain't no way I'm gonna put up with this kind of shit. She's outa here, on her ass, kick her to the curb, the fuckin' cheating whore".

"I can't - I just can't. I love her, I've always loved her. I would shrivel up and die without her. I wouldn't know what kind of life I would have, but it would be miserable. I know that. Without Rita, I would die."

Two other patrons of the diner stared at Marty, looked at each other, then shrugged and went back to their meals, ignoring the tortured soul.

"You stupid, ignorant schmuck. She's cheating on you - cheating with your own brother, you moron. You gonna take that? You gonna be a fuckin' wimp and eat her out after good old George dumps in her? You some kind of prevert, asswipe?"

"I know, I know - you're right. I gotta confront her and get a divorce. You're right, that's what I gotta do."

"There ya go, now you're being a man, Kick the bitch to the curb. Don't be a fuckin' wimp. A man would not take this kind of shit. You don't divorce her you become her wimp, her sissy boy, her very own cuckold."

"But I love her - jeez, what am I gonna do. I love her....I can't imagine a life without her. Goddamn it, I've loved her since she was in high school. I'll die without her. Shit, what am I gonna do....what am I gonna do....what am I gonna dooooooooo....

And he put he head in his hands and wept - but quietly. The waitress and other diners looked away.

So Marty did....nothing. He just couldn't provoke a confrontation...he found that he just couldn't. He returned to the cabin early the next day and made believe that all was fine. He played the part...but also found that he was impotent...he couldn't get an erection for his wife. Every time they would try to have sex he would get nauseous and remain totally limp. Rita would try to play with his flaccid dick, even suck on it vigorously, to no avail. His cock refused to cooperate to Rita's frustration and disgust.

Marty knew what the problem was, but he had no idea what to do about it. He knew that he should shit or get off the pot. Get the problem on the table and make a fuckin' decision already. He also knew that he was terribly fearful. What if it came to divorce? The very word sent shivers up his spine. He would lose Rita. Could he chance that? Marty was stuck between a rock and a hard place and he hadn't a clue as to what he should do...not a clue.



In the kitchen Rita stood by the sink, tears coursing down her cheeks, crying silently. She suddenly shook her head briskly, willing her tears to stop. He mouth tightened and she vowed to herself that she wouldn't lose control.

"Enough of this, girl," she softly said to herself. "No tears, now it's time for action. I've got to go in there and lay the law down. I'm only 41 years old and that's just too damn young to do without. I'm in my sexual prime and that idiot is just ignoring the problem. Either he does something, or I will. Either or, one way or the other, a solution is coming."

***************

Marty and Rita Kramer were your typical, suburban couple. Married 22 years, twin girls now in college, living the middle class dream. A typical ranch style house in an affluent section of town, not far from the city. Lawn nicely tended by the landscapers once a week.  Black shutters and red door, all nicely coordinated according to the highest standards of HGTV.

Marty, 44 years old, owner and sole proprietor of Kramer Real Estate, the employer of 16 agents and 4 office help, enjoyed a well above average income. He was still relatively slim, although not nearly the slender young man that he was. His 6 foot frame was capped now by thinning, graying hair, but still had much of the rich brown of his youth. Piercing blue eyes were still alert with a hint of the mischievous teen years, but only a hint. Lately those eyes had a worried cast to them, an almost furtive look of avoidance. He knew what he had seen and had been haunted by it for weeks now.

Rita, 41 years old, had married Marty soon after she had graduated from high school. He had just completed college and had literally swept her off her feet. Rita, a tall girl at 5' 8" had the typical Italian smoldering good looks of her ancestral native land. Big busted, yet with a slim frame, her dark eyes and hair shouted her proud heritage. She fell madly and totally in love with Marty after meeting him just once at a Valentine's Night Dance. They had married and the twins were born a bit over a year later and they felt blessed with the perfect family - a family now in turmoil. 

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Rita stormed into the den and sat in her rocker. She started to demand that Marty turn the tv off, when she noticed that it was not on which unsettled her a bit. Marty always had the tv on - the blank screen seemed to stare at them accusingly.

Rita turned her gaze on her husband and her eyes involuntarily softened. She seemed to understand his turmoil, but stiffened her spine and began with the dreaded four words - okay, in this case five:

"Marty, we have to talk." She saw him flinch and almost went to him, but maintained her position and continued. "We just can't go on this way. You know that. I'm only human. I just cannot see a future of celibacy in our marriage. It just isn't going to work for me. You are suffering from erectile dysfunction, Marty. You can't get it hard and you won't see a doctor. Why are you doing this to us? I've tried again and again to understand, to beg you, to implore you, but you're such a dumb ass that you don't even want to acknowledge our problem. And it is OUR problem, Marty. It's not just your problem because it's impacting my life too."

Marty had become impassive, his face blank. Rita recognized the signs, he had retreated into himself, refusing to admit to her or to himself that there was a real problem in their marriage. "What the fuck," he fumed to himself. "The bitch wants to fuck me to death, that's what she wants. She figures that the more we screw the less I'll suspect."



He finally looked at his wife and in a low and flat voice answered her. "Wife, what YOU don't seem to understand is that I'm 44 years old and men in their middle age do have these problems. It happens all of the time, it's not just me. All of a sudden you want to screw everyday and I can't physically handle it, it's only normal for a guy my age. Ok, so I can't get it up occasionally, it's no big deal. I don't need a doctor to tell me that I'm fine."

"Goddamn it, Marty," Rita now screamed at him. "Occasionally?," she yelled. "Occasionally my ass. You haven't gotten it up in weeks, and even then it wasn't up for very long. If I didn't know any better I'd be thinking that you're screwing one of the girls down at the office. Maybe even Hayley, the one with the little tits." 

Marty smiled, despite himself. He knew that Rita was aware that Hayley was gay and that she was living with her girlfriend, but it did diffuse the tension in the room a bit. Rita smiled wryly and sat back. "Ok, Marty. I know that you're not dipping your wick in improper wells, but you're also not doing it in your marital bed and I'm suffering. So.... what are you going to do? The balls in your court, sweetheart." 

"Yeah", Marty thought to himself. "What am I gonna do?" Looking at his wife again he was able to form a few thoughts. "Rita, give me just a little time. I promise, I'll work this out and there will be a conclusion to it all. I promise. I promise that one way or the other, you are going to get fucked", he said grimly.

Rita's eyes widened momentarily. "Did I hear what I just heard", she said to herself. "What did you just say, Martin? Are you now playing word games with me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? "

Marty just shrugged and rose from his seat. "No games, honey. Just give me a little time and it'll all work out - I promise." He then turned and walked into the small room that he called his office and closed the door behind him.

Rita just sat and stared. "What the hell," she muttered. She was lost in thought. What if he's seriously ill, she wondered. I had better call the doctor and find out if he's seen him lately. One thing is for certain, there is something seriously wrong here. She went to the door and shouted in to her husband.  "Marty, you have to see the doctor, I'm not giving you any choice about that. You damn well will go."

***************

Let's set the scene for the next part of this tale. Place: the kitchen of Sandy Nordstom, a neighbor and close friend to Rita Kramer, Time: around 10:00 am on a Thursday morning approximately two weeks after Rita's conversation with her husband about THE problem. Topic: THE problem.

"Sandy, I'm going out of my head. He won't do a damn thing to correct the situation. As I told you, I called Dr. West and they tell me that Marty hasn't been in for an examination in months. I'm at my wits and I'm toying with an idea that will sound totally nuts to you."

"Damn, Rita. Take it easy now, don't go off half cocked," Sandy pleaded, then smiled briefly when she realized what she had said.

"Yeah, yeah, it's funny. That's what I'm getting - half a cock," Rita muttered bitterly.

Sandy looked at her friend sympathetically. "Rita, I know that it's hard.... oh, shit - I didn't mean to say that," she giggled again. "Wait, wait. There has to be a way to solve this problem."

Rita sat pensively for a moment. "Sandy, I really think that I have to do something drastic. Something that will wake Marty up. Something that will really rock his boat. Something that will force him to make some kind of move. 

She then put down the coffee cup from which she had been sipping. Rita had a determined look in her eye. "Sandy, you're going to have to help me here, and don't tell me that I'm nuts when you hear what I'm thinking."

***************

At the time this conversation was taking place, Marty Kramer was in his office behind a closed door, which was in itself very unusual. But they all knew, when the door was closed - DO NOT bother the boss.

We find Marty sitting behind his desk, muttering to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I know what you're gonna say. I'm just avoiding the inevitable. I gotta see a lawyer and get the ball rolling." The last few words were said in a whisper.

"Bullshit, you fuckin' wimp. You keep saying that and saying that, but you do nothing. You're just a sad excuse for a man with a whore for a wife. Torch the bitch, kick her ass to the curb. Man up for pete's sake."

"I know, I know...but what'll I do after. Will I be happy after the...divorce," he croaked.  "I'll be one miserable fuck, I know that. Jeez, I'm going nuts...I know I should DO SOMETHING...but I'm so fuckin' torn. Torn between doing nothing and doing something that I know will kill me."

**************

Back to Sandy Nordstom's kitchen. Rita was staring intently at her friend, her eyes now steely in determination.

"Sandy, I'm going to make Marty think that I'm having an affair. I'm going to make him so friggen jealous that he'll have to do something."

Sandy's mouth dropped open. She stared at her friend in disbelief. "Are you crazy? You're totally out of your mind. You want to completely ruin your marriage? You think that Marty is going to just sit back and smile and tell you that he's ok with that?"

"Sandy, what do I have now? My marriage is in ruins. It's not only the lack of sex, it's much more. I told you - Marty has lost all interest in me. No more cuddling, no holding hands even. Our conversations are brief and without any warmth. I don't know what has happened, but what we now have is not a marriage. We're like roommates - and he won't even talk about it."

Sandy sat there shaking her head. "So you think that by making him think that you're having an affair that it will solve your problem? It could very well send it crashing down in flames."

Rita nodded. "I know, but I've got to do something dramatic. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will. I've got to do this, I've been giving it a lot of thought. His discovery of my 'affair' has to be dramatic and shocking. It has to rock him back on his heels. That maybe is what's needed to bring this to a head."

"Rita, I think you've really gone around the bend this time. I sure hope that you know what you're doing."

"Nope, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, Sandy. But I've got to do something. Now...how do we make some artificial semen?"

***************

Back to Marty's office where we find our hero sitting back in his chair, hands behind his head, looking out of the window seeing nothing, his gaze was totally inward . His lips were moving slightly and his eyes were a bit teary.

Suddenly his door opened and his office manager slipped in and quickly closed the door behind her. Marty turned and looked at her. He was mute but his eyes were sad and empty, reflecting the turmoil he was living with. .

"Marty, what the hell is going on?" exclaimed Hayley. "Don't give me the nothing horsecrap. You've been looking like hell and your mind is sure not on business. C'mon, Marty. I've known you long enough to know that it's something serious. Please, Marty...let me help. I can at least listen."

Marty sighed, turned away briefly and then put his hands down and sat up a bit in his chair. He smiled crookedly at Hayley Morton. She had been working for him for almost 5 years now and he and Mary had always liked her. They had also met her significant other, Joanna Hastings, many times and had liked her also.

Marty always admired Hayley appearance. She was short, but slender and always well groomed and smartly dressed. Her blond hair and fair complection bespoke her Scandinavian background and she was efficient as hell in the office. 

"All is fine, Hayley. Ginger peachy, sweetie, right as rain. Nothing to fret about at all, have no fear..." but Marty was rudely interrupted in his assurances.

"Bullshit, Marty. All is NOT fine and there is plenty to fret about. C'mon, boss." Hayley moved to one of the chairs in front of Marty's desk and plopped herself down firmly. Her short skirt rose a bit and Marty could see the soft flesh of her thighs. He felt himself becoming a bit erect and had to snicker to himself. "Ha, ain't nothing wrong with the pecker."

"I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on," Hayley proclaimed. "You're hurting, that's obvious and I'm sitting here until you unburden yourself."

Marty sighed and absently scratched his cheek. He turned slightly away and then looked at Hayley again. His mouth opened...he started to speak...but nothing came out. He coughed slightly, cleared his throat and tried again.

"Rita is having an affair. She's fucking George, my brother. I caught them at the cabin when I came up early a few weeks ago," he said softly but harshly. "Okay? Now you know."

Hayley sat there, her jaw had dropped and her mouth hung open. For long microseconds it was quiet in the office. Finally her mouth closed with a snap and her eyes narrowed.

"That's pure and utter bullshit. I don't believe it and I'll never believe it. That woman loves you with every fibre of her being."

Marty just stared at her, a sneer on his face. "Hayley, what part of 'I caught them' didn't you understand? You hear me? I caught them, I saw him in bed with her. What? You want me to show you pictures? I don't have any, I don't need them. I CAUGHT THEM!!! Goddamn it," his voice had risen.




What a Mess



Hayley cringed, her face now a bright red. "Okay, okay, Marty. I understand, but it's just so hard to believe. Okay,okay, Marty. Don't get angry," she exclaimed as she saw his expression. "Oh, shit...you poor guy. No wonder you've been so miserable. Oh, what a mess.

"But what do you intend to do? You say that you caught them a few weeks ago? You've been going through hell for weeks now? Marty, you can't continue like this, it'll kill you. What on earth are you going to do?"

Marty sat up straight, took a deep breath and faced Hayley again. "Kid, that's the very question that I've been agonizing over and I've made up my mind. This evening when I return home I'm going to sit down with Rita and tell her that I know everything. Maybe we can get by this, I don't know. There are a lot of unanswered questions. When did it start, how often do they meet?" 



"Marty," Hayley spoke softly. "Whatever happens, just please remember. You really do have a wonderful marriage to a woman who truly loves you. Think very carefully about what you are doing before you make any hasty decisions. I don't know what's going on with Rita, but I do know that the worst thing you can do is to leave her. It would kill you and I know that Rita would be totally devastated."



Marty's mouth turned downward again and he nodded impatiently.  "Yeah, yeah, but what about Kate, Rita's sister, Hayley? Does she know what's going on? Doubtful...she would castrate the sumbitch. . You see how sticky this is? Okay, Hayley, it's coming to a head tonight. One way or the other, there will be a resolution. In a few hours I'll know whether I'm going to remain a married man or heading for the single life," and as he said the last few words he could feel himself getting cold...so cold.



At five o'clock on the button Marty closed his briefcase, slipped on his suit jacket and left his office. He nodded to Hayley and the other girls and quickly left the building. He didn't see the sympathetic eyes follow him as he trudged to his car.

As he turned out of the parking area, he saw the sign: Halloran's Bar and Grill. Marty smiled and thought that a quick beer or two would really help. So he would be a few minutes late, big deal. It's not like he was truly anxious for what was coming. Seconds later he walked through the Halloran's front door and strode to the bar where he took a seat in the far corner.

"One cold Pabst, Ollie," he told the bartender jovially. "I am in desperate need so make it quick, buddy."

"Comin' up, Marty. Got one with your name on it," Ollie returned as he fished out a cold bottle, the ice running down it's side. He quickly uncapped it and set it down neatly, along with a frosted glass.

Marty sighed as he poured the amber liquid down the side of the glass admiring the color of the brew. Taking a long swallow, he burped and took another deep breath. "Shit," he thought, "I could stay here all night. I know, I know, I'm just avoiding the inevitable. I'll just take a few minutes and then I'll go."

"Yo, buddy! How the hell have ya been. It's been a coon's age since I've seen you in here, or seen you period for that matter," a voice boomed in Marty's ear. Turning he looked into the bearded face of Jake Childress, a friend since high school.

Jake hadn't aged well. He was bald, what little remaining hair he had had turned gray and stringy. He was short, wiry and always looked like he needed a bath, but despite his slovenly appearance, Jake was rich as Croesus. Jake may have looked a mess, but he had a brilliant mind. He had majored in information technology in college and had invented, while still in school, a device that Microsoft salivated for. Marty couldn't even begin to understand the theory behind it all, all he knew is that Jake had his own consulting business and was making another fortune in the IT field. 

"Hey, Jake. How's it going," Marty replied a bit listlessly.

Jake stood quietly beside the stool for a long moment then picked up Marty's glass and nodded to a back booth. "Ollie, bring another couple of these over to the booth, ok?" he boomed to the rotund keeper of the bar.

He then put her hand under Marty's elbow and gently steered him to the booth. Marty didn't resisit; he almost welcomed Jake's intrusion, it would delay his homecoming.

"Okay, Marty," Jake began. "What's wrong and don't give me any shit. It's obvious that something's amiss. You look like you've lost your best friend. Tell Uncle Jake your problem and I ain't going to stop bugging you until I get the whole story."

"Goddamnit," Marty thought. "I'm gonna have the whole fuckin' town on my ass. I can't turn around without someone else hammering me with this shit. Oh well, here I go again. Maybe Jake'll have some good ideas."

He then looked at Jake and the whole story spilled out of him in a rush. Jake blinked a couple of times and then shook his head sadly. "Marty, Marty. You're in a world of shit...what a mess."

Marty laughed wryly. "Ya think, Jake? What gave you the first clue. I'm on my way home now and I'm gonna have it out with Rita. Maybe we can get by this. Maybe we can salvage something. Maybe we can still have a marriage."

"Maybe, maybe, maybe?" Jake sneered. "You're nuts, Marty. Open your fuckin' eyes. The bitch has been cheating on you. It's as simple as A, B. C. Only one thing you can do, buddy. You gotta get rid of her and you gotta do it quickly. No discussion, no counseling, no bullshit. Get yourself a lawyer and ditch the bitch. Ooops, another thing, get yourself checked by a doctor. Make sure she hasn't passed any little somethings to you, like the clap or something even more serious."

Jake now leaned over and stared at Marty, looking him squarely in the eye. "You got no other choice, Marty. You've got to get rid of her. If she cheated on you once, it's odds on that she's done it before and/or will do it again. You gonna be a fuckin' wimp? You gonna be her cuckold? Jeez, Marty, man up. Do the right thing. You've got no other choice."

Marty could feel the coldness creeping up his spine again. He put a hand to his forehead and rubbed absently, his mind awhirl again. He heard what Jake had said and understood his rationale. Is that what it was going to take? Did he have no other choice? Would he be labled a wimp forever if he tried to salvage anything of his marriage? Goddamnit, he didn't know, he just didn't know.

Jake stood suddenly. For a long moment he just stood there, looking at Marty, sympathy evident on his face. "Marty, you gotta do the right thing. Now it's up to you. She's had her fun, now it's time for you to dump the whore," and with that he turned and left the bar.

"Shit," Marty mumbled. "Thanks, Jake. You've been a load of help. With friends like you who needs enemies." 

***************

Back at the ranch....ooops, sorry about that, let's start again. Silence pervaded 77 Wistful Vista Lane. Even though it was now close to 6:30 p.m. there were no lights on and the aroma of food cooking was absent. Marty drove up the driveway and into the garage. He noticed the dark windows and had an uneasy feeling. Entering the house, Marty called out and received no answer. He turned the light on in the living room and in the kitchen. He called for Rita again with no result.

"Jeez," he mumbled to himself. "Where the hell is she? She with George? It wouldn't surprise me. Wait, wait Marty. Don't start making up jack stories. It's probably something very innocent. Don't make mountains out of nothing."

Marty went into his bedroom and changed out of his suit into more casual clothing: chinos and polo shirt. Slipping into his soft moccasins, he started to return to the living room when he heard...

"Marty, Marty, where the hell are you?" He recognized Rita's strident tones and sighed. 

Rita caught sight of him coming down the stairs and immediately confronted him. "Marty, come here. Into the living room, we have to talk. Here, sit on the couch and let me sit opposite you on the chair. We're going to have a conversation which you won't like one bit."

That opening gambit caused Marty to cringe. He then straightened his shoulders and strode into the living room looking a lot more confident than he felt. 

"Okay, Okay," he thought. "Now is the time, now is the hour. No more fuckin' around. Let's get it all out and let the chips fall where they may. Be a fuckin' man, Marty. Let's face the music, strike up the band. Let's get this shit on the road. I'm gonna tell her that I know all about it. No more fuckin' around." By this time he was seated on the sofa facing his wife, clearing his throat for the opening words, when...

"Marty, I've been having an affair," he heard, as from a distance. His jaw dropped and his throat tightened, his words swallowed. He sat and just stared at his wife.

"Marty, did you hear me...I've been having an affair, and here's the proof. This will show you where I've been this afternoon. I've been getting laid, Marty. You won't do it, so I've found someone who will," and with that she lifted her legs, raised her skirt and showed Marty her sodden panties. She quickly shed them and spread her legs, displaying her labia, reddened vaginal lips and semen soaked pubic hair.

Marty sat, still and unmoving. His face showed absolutely no emotion. He seemed frozen in time - it almost appeared as if he were in a coma. He then started to shake, tremble, as if he were chilled to the bone. Suddenly he rose and literally ran for the garage and his automobile. Luckily the garage door was still open for he, without looking, put the car in reverse and roared down the drive and into the street. Fortunately, there was no oncoming traffic. He jammed on the brake, put the car into drive and burned rubber, never even noticing Rita running after him, screaming his name.

For some reason, Marty headed for the Interstate. The traffic was moderate and he barreled down the highway exceeding the speed limit by at least 15 miles per hour. As he caught his breath, he slowed to a steady 70 and drove. His mind was totally blank. His entire attention was on the road and the traffic around him. He drove like an automaton, part of the steering system of the automobile. 

As the time passed, he heart rate and respiration became normal. He looked with interest at the surrounding countryside, noticing that the traffic had become a lot less congested. "Where the fuck am I," he wondered. 

Trying to recall the past few hours seemed to confuse him. Oh, he knew what had happened. He recalled in stark detail the events that drove him our of his house and onto the highway. But he had absolutely no idea where he now was, geographically that is. Signs with unfamiliar names zipped by him until finally he saw a sign that told him that Richmond, Va. was 20 miles ahead.

"Geezus," Marty exclaimed. "What the fuck am I doing here?" He glanced at the dash clock and noticed it was almost midnight. "Fuck me, I gotta pull over. I need some coffee and I need to take a leak really bad."

Marty left the highway at the next exit, found a Denny's, used the rest room and ordered toast and coffee. Sitting in the booth he tried to focus on what had just happened. His wife had openly admitted to her affair; had in fact shown him the results of her last liaison, her semen smeared pussy still vivid in his mind.

His mind seemed to go blank to events that followed. Somehow he wound up in Richmond, Va. although he hadn't the foggiest idea how he had gotten there. Well, he had obviously driven but he had absolutely no memory of that drive. He mused about that for a bit then recognized why he was spending time on that conundrum.

"Well," he sighed. "There it is, right up on the table. No getting around it anymore." He smiled bitterly. "Can't avoid it now. Can't make believe any more. Got to do something now, I guess."

"Geejuz, you stupid fuck. What does she have to do, rub her wet, used cunt in your face? What's next, you eating her out after she's been used by her lover? You make me sick to my stomach. Ooooooo, I love her so much...I can't live without her...ooooooo. Goddamnit, I'm ashamed to be in your head. If I could, I'd split so fast it would make your eyes spin."

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know. Okay, first thing tomorrow I call the lawyer and get things in motion. Gotta get advice about who gets what. Oh, what about the business? Gotta figure out how that's gonna work. Jeez, it's gonna get complicated," and Marty shook his head.

"Good, good, you finally getting your head outa your ass. Divorce the bitch and try to make sure she doesn't get shit. Don't give her anything you don't have to. The house has to be sold and make sure she doesn't get a goddamn dime from the business. Make her go out and work for a fuckin' living for a change instead of sponging off you. Let her live in a squalid little hovel..."

"NO, NO, THAT IS NOT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN", Marty yelled out loud. People turned and stared and Marty shrank back into the booth, clearly embarrassed. He knew that he wouldn't, he couldn't, leave Rita in penury. He loved her despite what was happening and nothing would change that. He would divorce her, but he couldn't hurt her in anyway, physically or financially.

Marty left the diner dispiritedly and wearily trudged to his car. His next steps were without any thought. He needed to get back to familiar surrounding, he felt like a fish out of water down here. He needed to get back to where he lived.

The drive back was long and boring. He didn't need to have any further conversations with himself. He knew that he needed to take the steps necessary to end his marriage. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he drove. Despite his alter ego, he loved Rita desperately and he knew that divorcing her would be the most painful thing he had ever done. He knew in his bones that his life would be pitiful now, but he really had no choice. Not after that display, not after she spread her legs and he saw the results of her infidelity. His pride just wouldn't allow him to stay and find a way out of this morass. He was a broken man.

It was still dark when Marty drove into the parking lot of the motel. He was only about two or three miles from his office, but he knew that he just couldn't go to work today. He had been up all night and his brain was foggy. He felt hung over and terribly tired. He would call Hayley and tell her that he wouldn't be in today. 

Marty felt in his pocket for the cell phone, then looked around him in the car. "Shit," he thought. "I left my damn cell phone at home. Okay, no big deal, I'll call from the room phone later this morning." 

He checked in and it wasn't long before he was in his room looking around him. A standard room with a standard queen bed. A room that was like a million others in motels across the country. Nothing pretentious, but clean and it would do. 

"Shit," he muttered again. "No clothes, no underwear. I gotta get something to wear. At least clean shorts and socks. Maybe a couple of polos too. But first, I really need a couple of hours of shut-eye - just a few winks." He took his shoes off and stretched out on the bed, shut his eyes and ten seconds later started to softly snore.   

***************

Back at 77 Wistful Vista Lane we find the beauteous Rita Kramer sprawled on the couch, out like a light. Her skirt had risen almost to her waist and the evidence of her "affair" was still very visible. 

After Marty had disappeared so precipitously, Rita had been like a mad woman, roaming the house, cursing under her breath. She had immediately called Marty on his cell phone and then heard it ring in the bedroom. 

"Damn," she muttered. "Stupid shit forgot his phone. Now what's he gonna do?" Rita could feel her self control slipping and she quickly ran into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. Standing, looking into the mirror while patting her face dry, she finally came to the realization that she had screwed the pooch.

"What a stupid, idiotic idea," she thought to herself. "Where the hell were my brains? Geez, Sandy warned me - why the hell didn't I listen to her." Shaking her head, Rita dragged her self to the living room. She saw the bottles of booze in the bar they had in the corner of the room. 

"What the hell, a drink is what I need while I think about what to do next." She filled the ice bucket, splashed a half glass of tonic water over a couple of fingers of gin and sat back on the sofa. "Okay, this scenario sure went over like a fart in church. Gotta think of something else. When Marty gets home we'll have another discussion," she said to herself.

Then, suddenly and without warning, the tears came. She sat and sobbed and sobbed. "Ohhhhh, my God. Maybe he's not coming home. Maybe I just went too far." Rita gulped her drink, rose and made another. Sat back on the sofa again and tried to stop her tears. 

"Damn, damn. I've got to think of something - anything," she muttered again as she gulped her drink, upending the glass. Again, she rose and made herself a drink. Back to the sofa, back to her ruminations. And so the evening went until she finally and mercifully passed out.  

***************

Marty woke with a start, looking about with confusion. He wondered where he was, befuddled by the strange environment. Clarity quickly returned and he sighed heavily. Looking at the bedside clock he saw that it was almost 10:00 in the morning. "Shit, I gotta call work," he muttered as he picked up the hotel phone and dialed.

"Hayley, it's Marty. Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, I'm not feeling too great so I won't be in today. Yeah, just take care of things. Yeah, I'll be ok, just a bug or something. Yeah, look, I gotta go - talk to ya later," and he quickly ended the call.

At the other end Hayley just sat, lines of worry evident on her face. She had noticed that the call had come from the Comfort Inn and not Marty's cell phone. She knew that things were not good but did not know what on earth she could do. She had to think this over, but one way or the other, she would be there for her boss.  

With effort Marty dragged himself to the bathroom, shed his clothing, peed and moved into the shower. Wiping himself dry he noticed a new toothbrush and toothpaste included with the other freebies on the lav

counter. "Damn," he thought. "Finally a place that knows what they're doing." 

He finished in the bathroom, dressed and grimaced as he donned his soiled clothing. "Okay, first thing after something to eat is to get some clean stuff to wear," he said to himself as he exited his room.  

He discovered that the motel had a small dining room which was still serving breakfast. He quickly ordered and ate without tasting a thing. His mind wasn't on his food. Marty was trying to put his life in order and found that he was having more than a bit of difficulty with the agenda.

"Shit. First things first. Breakfast and then get some clothing. Back to the room...and then what? Oh yeah, gotta call a lawyer, get the divorce under way. Okay, okay, I got the first steps down pat. Let's get this thing underway. I got the makings of a plan here."

Marty drove to the nearest strip shopping center and entered a small department store where he acquired the necessary underwear, polos, etc. He also bought a razor, blades and shave cream and a small gym type bag to hold it all. Leaving the store he felt a bit better. 

"Damn," he said to himself. That went well, I did that pretty good. This plan is working just fine." Looking around as he exited the store he noticed another establishment just a few steps away. The sign read XYZ Spirits.

Marty's eyes took on a bemused glint and he frowned just a bit.

"Wait, hold on just a sec," he thought. "Isn't that what I should be doing? I should be boozing it up a little now. Goddamnit, this is a crisis in my life. My wife is fuckin' around on me and I'm getting a divorce. Shit, a few drinks is what I should be thinkin' about. Hey, new plan. Get a little boozed up before anything else."




What a Mess



What Marty didn't take into consideration was that he was no boozer. He rarely if ever had more than one or two drinks at a time. Even two produced in Marty a level of intoxication that was noticeable. 

And so, despite the above, Marty proudly departed for the motel room with his new possessions. Upon entering the room he quickly shed himself of yesterdays garments, shaved, redressed and looked at himself in the mirror. "Damn, look at me, like a new man. I've got a plan and I'm gonna follow it," and with that his face fell and the tears came.

Putting his hands over his eyes he willed himself to stop the tears and regained control. "Okay, okay, first things first. I need a drink." He quickly left the room, filled his ice bucket and returned. Fixing a drink he sat in the overstuffed armchair and sipped. He sniffed, fought back more tears and sipped again. When the glass was empty, he rose and made another and then back to the chair and his ruminations...and so the day began for Marty.

***************

Rita woke to the sounds of sirens blaring throughout the house. She held her hands over her ears and stared blankly around her. Finally recognizing that they weren't sirens but the telephone, she lurched to her feet and ran to the phone, praying that it would be Marty. Picking up the phone she didn't even get a chance to say a word before Sandy Nordstom began speaking.

"Rita, Rita, are you okay? I've been trying to reach you all morning, but no one answered your phone. Are you okay? Rita, Rita?" 

Rita just groaned into the phone, feeling her stomach lurch. Oh, oh, she was going to be sick, violently ill; she could feel it building and coming. Dropping the phone she staggered to the bathroom and threw up her guts into the bathroom basin, not quite making it to the toilet. She held on the the sides of the counter until she felt her knees giving way and slowly sank to the floor, the ending remnants of the contents of her stomach dribbling onto her blouse.

Rita lay there, almost comatose, just wishing she could die. She then heard the front door being unlocked and her spirits rose, praying that Marty had returned home, but they fell again just as rapidly when she heard the voice of her friend, Sandy.

"Oh, my God," Sandy exclaimed as she saw Rita lying on the floor. "You look terrible; what on earth happened? Okay, don't talk, don't say a word right now. Let's get you cleaned up a bit," and with that Sandy took a wash cloth, wet it with hot water, and cleaned Rita face, making sure that all traces of that ....ah, nasty stuff were gone.

"Rita, you still look like shit and your clothes really stink. C'mon, let's get you out of them and into the shower." 

Sandy struggled with Rita, attempting to undress her without tearing anything but not really succeeding too well. Rita was more a dead weight, unable to even cooperate as she groaned and burped while Sandy pulled her clothing from her. 

Finally Rita lay there on the bathroom floor fully naked with Sandy pulling at her, trying to get her to her feet. "Goddamnit, Rita. Get your ass up; jeez, help me here just a little"

Gasping for some air, Sandy stood back and looked at her friend. "Oh, for pity sake. Look at that goop on your crotch. You didn't even wash it off. Okay, looks like we're going to get a bit friendly, kiddo." 

With that Sandy quickly stripped and nude, got behind Rita and literally pulled her to her feet, holding her tightly against her body. They staggered together into the spacious stall shower and Sandy gently lowered her to the seat built into the wall. With one hand holding Rita upright on the seat, Sandy turned on the hot water and let the stream play over their bodies. She soaped her friend up briskly and rinsed her off. Oh, oh, the goop on Rita's crotch remained. Sandy stood back, the water still streaming off their bodies and hesitated. She really didn't want to get that "friendly" with her bud, but she really didn't have much choice. The goop would have to be cleaned off. She soaped up the wash cloth and rubbed Rita's groin vigorously, but to no avail.

"Damn, Rita. This stuff isn't coming off. Shit, we only used a few drops of the white glue, it shouldn't be sticking like that." 

Rita giggled, obviously still a bit stupefied by the liquor she had consumed. 

"Marty didn't like it either, Shandy," she slurred. "He got sho pished he ran away. He ran away, Shandy. He ran away from home and I'm never gonna see him again." Rita was weeping again but Sandy had no time for her histrionics. 

"Shit," she muttered. "Okay, Rita, there seems only one way to take care of this problem. If we can't wash it off, we're going to have to shave it off."

Rita, perched precariously on the small seat in the shower, just looked at her friend and giggled again. "Wow, Shandy. You gonna shave my pussy? Boy, I nevah thought we'd be that close."

"Yeah, yeah," Sandy muttered again, wondering why she was even there. Making sure that Rita didn't slide off her perch, Sandy turned the water off and exited the shower briefly, quickly finding a razor and cream which she brought back with her into the shower stall. Sandy turned the water back on and adjusted the stream. Dropping carefully to her knees she moved between Rita's thighs and taking a large dollop of shave cream she thoroughly lathered Rita's crotch. 

"Okay, Rita. Now hold still and try not to squirm. I don't want to nick you," and with those cautionary words Sandy began to carefully shave Rita's pussy bare. In the course of this procedure Rita's labia was being manipulated quite a bit causing normal physical reactions. It wasn't long before Rita began to softly moan.

Sandy giggled softly to herself. She saw the effect this was having on her friend, noticed how slick and wet Rita was getting, noticed the moisture forming between Rita's nether lips. She had to admit that she herself was getting a bit turned on. Sandy tightened her thighs bringing pressure to bear on her own kitty. By this time all of the hair above Rita's pussy was gone and yes, along with much of the "goop." Sandy now had to be extra careful as she shaved along Rita's outer labia, pulling the thick lips hither and yon, where hither ended and yon began we have no idea.

Despite Sandy's careful instructions, Rita did begin to squirm just a bit, well, perhaps more than just a bit. Sandy could see a small pool of moisture that had formed at the entrance to Rita's vagina and which had actually started to stream a bit down to her asshole. Now curious, Sandy dipped her finger into that small pool of moisture which caused Rita to jerk almost violently.

"Oh my God, Sandy," Rita breathed. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up." As Sandy pulled her hand back Rita exclaimed more forcibly. "God, NO, NO, don't stop now," and with that she grabbed Sandy's hand and mashed it against her pudenda. 

"Make me come, Sandy. Please god, make me come," Rita begged. Sandy had by this time gotten herself quite worked up so she was no longer reluctant to do as her friend asked. She put the razor down and plunged two fingers directly into Rita's vagina. Her thumb went to the clitoris almost automatically as Rita stiffened and screamed her release. 

***************

Hayley Morton looked at the office clock again. It was after noon and still no word from Marty and she was now beyond worry, perhaps just a bit frantic that Marty was going to do something really stupid. She had thought to call Rita, but considering what Marty had told her she had quickly determined that idea wasn't too politic. So she did the next best thing, she called her roommate. 

Yes, roommate. Not lover, not partner, not significant other. You see, Hayley was not gay and neither was Joanna Hastings. That subterfuge worked fine and it prevented a lot of aggravation from both the married and single men working out of the office. The word that Hayley was gay spared her from unwanted attention and she never bothered to inform her boss of the true nature of things. There was really no reason to.

"Joanna, it's Hayley. Yeah, I know, but I've got a problem here. It's Marty and I think that he's in trouble." She quickly filled Joanna in on the delicate details as she knew them. 

"Look, Jo, I'm going over to that motel and speak to Marty. It's not like him to miss work like this and I'm sure that it's something to do with his marriage. Yeah, he said he was sick but that's a crock and the fact that he's staying at that motel tells me a lot. Okay, meet me there as soon as you can. I'll get the room number and key."

What? Get the room number and key?  Hayley, Hayley, it doesn't work that way. No clerk is going to do that, they would be fired immediately. Ahhhh, but what the innocent young man behind the front desk didn't take into consideration was the wiles of a determined and very attractive young lady who was now showing quite a bit of cleavage. Hayley was winding down her pleas.

"Please, sir. It really is my Dad and there really are serious family problems, as I told you. I'm afraid of what he might do and you certainly do not want all of that negative publicity, and just think of trying to clean up the room. Like who's going to want to ever stay in that room again after....., " and she ended that statement with those words just hanging in the air between them.

The erstwhile young man blanched and looked about him furtively. "You never got this from me, you understand? I never saw you before," he muttered as he slipped a card key across the counter and whispered the room number. Hayley smiled gratefully, palmed the card and quickly turned and left without another word.

She saw Joanna parking as she exited the lobby and quickly moved to the side of her car. Waving the key card at Joanna, Hayley motioned her to follow along and they moved quickly to the appropriate room.

***************

Rita shuddered as the last waves of her orgasm rippled through her body. She opened her eyes and saw the flushed face of her friend, her short,wet hair now plastered to her head, her eyes closed and her hand feverishly working her own clitoris. Sandy's nipples were turgid with desire and Rita could not resist taking one of them in her mouth, tonguing the sensitive nubbin. 

Sandy jerked as she felt her nipple enveloped by a pair of lips. She quickly pulled Rita's head closer to her breast, moaning softly. Rita moved her hand down between her friends thighs. Feeling that Sandy now had two fingers moving rapidly in and out of her cunt, Rita's fingers quickly started to manipulate Sandy's clitoris, feeling the slickness as she flipped the sensitive organ back and forth. 

It wasn't long before the two of them were sprawled on the floor of the shower stall, the water beating down on their bodies, each of their heads buried between the thighs of the other. The only sounds to be heard were the spray of the shower and the soft moans that were being uttered by the participants.  

***************

Hayley tapped softly on the door of Marty Kramer's motel room, her friend Joanna Hastings at her shoulder, peering about a bit fretfully. There was no answer and Hayley pounded a bit harder, whispering harshly, "Marty, Marty, open up. It's Hayley, Marty," with no results.

Looking at Joanna who just shrugged, Hayley inserted the key card and cautiously opened the door. Motioning Joanna to be quiet, the girls entered the room, not quite knowing what to expect.

"Oh, my god," exclaimed Joanna. "He's dead drunk and stinks to high heaven. Shit, it looks like he spilled half a glass of liquor down his front. Whew," Joanna's face screwed up in disgust.  

Hayley, ignoring her friends comments, immediately moved to her boss's side, shaking him gently, again with no results. All she got were a few grunts from the comatose man. Hayley turned to Joanna and was silent for a few seconds. She then, with a firmness that surprised even herself, told Joanna what they would have to do. 

"Joanna, we've got to get him cleaned up. Look around and see if he has any change of clothing available. The only thing I can see is that small gym bag in the corner," and with that she started to unbutton his polo.

"Whoa, girlfriend." protested Joanna. "We can't just undress the guy. I don't think he would appreciate that at all."

Hayley turned and looked at her. "What, he going to complain? When is that going to happen. Look at him. His shirt is sodden as is the front of his slacks. We've got to get him out of those smelly things. Get over here and help me, he's heavy."

The two of them pulled Marty upright on the chair and managed to pull his polo over his head and off. "Hey," Joanna remarked. "He's built pretty well, not too flabby at all," she giggled. Hayley just looked at her sternly.

"I'm just commenting," Joanna blushed.

"Okay, now his pants," Hayley directed. She unbuckled him and pulled his zipper down. Fortunately, Marty was in stocking feet, his mocs sitting on the floor by the bed. "You grab from your side and I'll pull from mine, and we'll see if we can get them off his hips." 

Struggling and pulling and pushing, the girls managed to drag Marty's trousers down his legs, his boxers coming down with them. "Ohhhh, my god," breathed Joanna. "Would you take a look at that," she uttered in wonder. Hayley was herself momentarily speechless, gazing in astonishment at Marty's groin.  

"Shit, it's got to be at least 7 inches and it's totally limp. What would it measure if it were hard?" Joanna wondered aloud. She felt her thighs clench involuntarily as she gazed at Marty's cock. Her legs felt bare under the light summer dress she was wearing and she wasn't at all surprised to feel the crotch of her panties become just a trifle moist. 

"Damn, look at the girth. Oh my, oh my ...it's gotta be almost as big around as a coke can," Joanna continued, staring down at the monster nestled between Marty's thighs. Hayley just stood there, continuing to gaze in wonder at the largest cock she had ever seen (not that she was all that familiar with cocks, mind you).

"I gotta touch it. I gotta stroke it just a little," Joanna turned to Hayley, expecting a protest. Hayley turned to her, ready to intervene until she saw the deep flush on her friends neck and exposed bosom. She absently examined Joanna, noting how similar they appeared. Joanna was just as blond and fair as Hayley, except that she was a bit taller and had a few extra pounds which were mostly in her bust and ass. Yep, Joanna was stacked and Hayley, not for the first time, resented that, but only just a little. 

Seeing no objection coming from that direction, Joanna reached out her hand and hefted Marty's cock, squeezing it gently. She slowly started to stroke the flaccid organ, her eyes becoming just a bit glazed. She could not not mistake the moisture forming between the lips of her pussy. Suddenly she gasped.

"Hayley, can you see that? It's growing, the monster is getting bigger and firmer. Damn, damn, it's starting to feel like a damn log," she exclaimed as she reached over to grasp this unique specimen with both hands now. Marty's manhood was now almost at full mast, standing proudly on it's own.

"Look it, look it," Joanna now whispered. "It's gotta be at least 10 inches. Ohhhh my, what would this feel like sliding into my pussy? Can I, Hayley? Can I just sit on it for a few seconds? I swear, that's all I want to do. Just sit on it for a few seconds," Joanna implored.

Hayley had stood there motionless, apparently stunned by the size of Marty's equipment. She heard Joanna's request and looked up at Marty, still snoring softly in the chair. Despite all that was happening, despite the pulling and tugging at his clothing and Joanna's stroking of his cock, he just lay there, totally unaware of what was occurring around him and to him. It's difficult not to feel just a bit sorry for the drunken lad. 

Hayley knew that they were going too far with this, but something strange had awoken in her small but shapely breast. Her breath was coming in small pants and she couldn't deny the moisture now quite evident between her thighs. The thought of Joanna atop Marty's massive firehose was making her squirm. She felt the harsh objections die in her throat, but couldn't voice her agreement - she just nodded briefly.

Joanna was on the move before Hayley could change her mind. She had whipped her dress off, shed the brief slip of material that were her panties and clambered aboard, nestling the lips of her pussy gently on the underside of Marty's massive manhood. Joanna gave a sigh of pleasure and began to slowly and gently rock back and forth, smearing her juices liberally on the huge cock. 

"Oh my goodness," Joanna whispered. "This is fantastic, I feel my skin prickling all over." She glanced over her shoulder at Hayley and was a bit startled to see her sitting on the side of the bed, her hand buried beneath her skirt, obviously rubbing her pussy. Hayley eyes were glued to the sight of Marty's cock sliding back and forth between Joanna slick labia. Her asshole would wink at her during the downswing and the disappear during the upswing.

Joanna was leaning forward, her hands on Marty's shoulders, her ass in the air, giving Hayley quite the view. Joanna was now taking command, no longer willing to ask Hayley for permission. She reached down, grasped Marty's horsecock, and poised the bulbous head at the entrance to her vagina. She paused for a moment, a shiver of apprehension surfacing as to whether she could accommodate the damn thing. Shrugging off the momentary doubt, she started to sink on the pole now beginning to stretch her soft flesh.

Joanna gasped but continued sinking down, now pleased and amazed that she was taking this huge dick with no problem. "Ohhhh, " she breathed. "I feel so fuckin' full. Oh, shit. I'm taking him home with me." Joanna now was fully into the act. Hayley was still sitting, her fingers plunging into her little pussy, now watching Marty's dick sliding in and out of Joanna's vagina. 

Joanna was now grunting, her ass moving up and down feverishly, feeling the huge dick sliding in and out of her pussy. She felt it building, slowly at first then at the speed of a locomotive, and it was upon her. A massive orgasm shook her frame and for a brief moment she couldn't catch her breath. She lay there, on Marty's lap, trying to control her breathing.

"Oh, my god," she finally muttered. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the sweat streaming down between her breasts. Her eyes suddenly opened widely and she looked down at her crotch. "Oh, my fuckin' Aunty Daisy. He's still as hard as a rock."

Joanna slid off of Marty's lap, feeling a touch of soreness as his still hard dick slid out of her pussy. She sank slowly to the floor, her knees still quite weak. Turning to Hayley Joanna was amazed to see her friend lying back on the bed, her skirt now almost up to her waist, her hand still clutching her groin. Joanna smiled to herself. This girl really needs to get laid badly.

"Hayley, Hayley, you okay?" Joanna called to her. Hayley slowly opened her eyes to the reality of what had just happened. Pulling her hand away from her pussy, she leaped to her feet, smoothing down her skirt. 

"Oh, damn, damn, damn," Hayley muttered. "Jo, we can't let ANYONE know what just happened here. Oh, what a mess. Do you understand, NO ONE." She quickly looked at her still comatose boss, lying there with his prick still hard and firm. "Help me get him cleaned up a bit. We'll then cover him with the blanket and just leave. All he'll know is that we undressed him and covered him up. I'll take the dirty clothes and wash them at home.

Joanna's smile was one of supreme contentment. "You sure you don't want to try this thing out, sweetie? It's still hard as stone." She frowned just a bit before voicing a new concern. "Maybe you shouldn't, Hayley. That thing could wreck your little honeypot," she said chuckling a bit.




What a MILF!



"What a MILF!" Otto commented, as he noticed Stacey walking by him. 

There was just something about that particular salesgirl which especially attracted the mall's manager. It was true that the mall's rules technically discouraged any kind of relationship with staff, but she wasn't on the shopping center's payroll and thus not really his subordinate. She worked in the bath and body shop close to the information center. 

Rumor had it that she also had a real-estate job during the week to pay the bills, but he didn't know for certain and didn't particularly care about that. Like most men, Otto Hauser never rated a woman based on her career choices. As far as the German was concerned, half of the worst partners were high-powered corporate Amazons, set on breaking the "glass ceiling", no matter what the consequences. 

No, Otto was attracted to the brunette's playful manner and saucy wit. He also loved her cute tush and her small, but firm breasts. Her legs, while average in length, were quite sexy as well. She had a very soft and easygoing attitude, and the fact that she was known to be a mom just made her hotter. It didn't hurt that she preferred to reveal a lot of skin, either. He would have been more surprised if she had been a virgin instead of a mother, given her open and pleasant ways. 

"Excuse me! What did you say?" Stacey backed up and approached him. 

She didn't smile, as she normally did, so he wondered if she was offended. Of course, he wasn't the sort to apologize for his opinions. He had lived with enough of that rubbish under Honecker's regime, thank you very much. He wouldn't back down for Stacey any more than he did for the Stasi, he laughed internally at his clever wordplay. 

"I believe that I called you a MILF, which stands for...," Otto repeated his observation. 

"Mother that I'd like to fuck, right?" Stacey clarified, still not grinning. 

"Well, yes!" Otto admitted proudly. 

"So, what's stopping you, Otto? I guarantee you that if I had any notion that you wanted to get into my pants, I'd spread my legs faster than I did for my husband. Well, gonna do anything about it, or are you going to just dream about it, my German stud?" she teased him without any embarrassment whatsoever. 

"I am married, you know," Otto protested, not believing his own excuse. 

"Oh, fuck you! Which marriage is this, number 12? You've been caught fooling around on so many wives, they should name the whole hotel plaza in your honor!" Stacey mocked his pretense of fidelity. 

"Well, to be fair, half of the wives were as guilty as me. It has been 8 marriages, for the record, counting this one," he corrected her. 

"So, since when does your wife have anything to do with boning me? I'm married, too. I'm not opposed to an affair, and I can see that you have the morals of a goat, just like me. That's what I like about you, in fact. You're not a prude or hypocrite, like my husband, the asshole. If he thinks that I don't know about his double life, he's a real jackass. Well, that and I have a thing for Germans. Well, are you going to put your cock where your mouth is?" she smirked. 

"Hey, I haven't even put my mouth there, though I'd love to put both there. So, sure, if you're serious, I'll sleep with you," Otto finally stopped objecting. 

"Who says that you'll get any sleep? Hubby is rarely at home most nights. He's a great lover when he's around, but his yummy cock is more often in another man's ass than mine. Tell me, will your wife leave you alone long enough for me to get a taste of your meat?" Stacey continued her dare. 

"Katie? She's a great wife, in every way, but she's a lot like you. You know, a people person and a complete slut. It's funny that we never formally opened up our marriage, but we both know what each other are doing, and neither of us has confronted the other. I think that she just wants to enjoy her life and is too busy with her own trysts to even give a thought to my own affairs.

"She's not exactly subtle about covering up her tracks. Maybe she wants to keep me from feeling guilty about my lovers. She did grow up on a hippie commune, so perhaps she absorbed a lot of their free love mindset. Besides, due to her braces, she can't suck my cock without doing a lot of harm to me," Otto informed her. 

"Now, that woman is a keeper, but so am I. There is one condition, however. I want to get paid. You see, I've always fantasized about being a hooker. This way, I could give up the real-estate BS and enjoy my work. I'd love to screw you, anyway, but I really prefer that you pay me. I don't care how you compensate me, but I can assure you that it will buy you 100% access to me, in every way that you desire. 

"Imagine a whore who's all yours, won't ask you to wear a rubber, and will turn any trick you ask of her. Picture a mistress who won't badger you to drop your wife, either. I'd be both, rolled into one. I'd be a courtesan, really. I will even give up my other boyfriends, all of whom are losers. Yes, you would pay me, but you would be my only client. The only other man I'd screw is hubby, but I can't leave him. He's too great in bed and he's the father of my children. Besides, this way you can be sure that your marriage is safe, as long as mine is also safe.

"You would totally own me, in every way, shape, or form. I'd be your slut and so would your wife. That would be an ideal situation for you, wouldn't it? Furthermore, as long as it's professional, there's less danger of it turning into a romance. Neither of us needs that, do we? So, if you think about it, I'm the perfect girlfriend for a married man. All I want is sex and money. Yes or no, Herr Hauser?" she urged him.

To reinforce her comments, she walked up closer to him, leaned into his left ear and whispered in German, "I would love to suck your freshly used cock, someday, right after you've fucked Katie up the ass." 

That settled it, of course. The fact that Stacey spoke fluent German and used it to make such a proposition to Otto ensured that she had sold herself to him. She had basically proven to him that she was his kind of woman, a true MILF indeed. The reality of her being a whore for him was the biggest of turn-ons. 

He had long wanted to simply buy the right to fuck a girl whenever he pleased, and this woman had given him the chance at last. It was trouble-free sex, after spending 45 years with some kind of drama or another. To him, emotions other than lust were overrated. He loved Katie, in some sentimental way, but that was as far as his romantic side went these days. Anything else was a luxury he didn't need at all. 

"I'll never think of an American accent in German as ugly, ever again. I believe that you have a deal, Stacey Larue. As from this moment, your ass is mine," Otto grinned with pleasure at the notion of their pact. 

"Just my ass? I thought that I made it clear you also get my cunt and my mouth," Stacey winked, sauntering off toward her workplace and not even worrying about the fact that she was still technically on her lunch hour. 

The butterflies in her stomach took care of any appetite, after all. This man was twice her age, but she almost wanted to rape the guy, due to the frightening power of her lust. The idea of him paying her just intensified the arousal factor for the 22 year old woman. The blond bruiser of a German émigré was so fuckable that she could picture nothing but his seed inside her holes: all three holes, in fact. 

That was the odd thing. Her African-American husband was the polar opposite of her new lover, yet she couldn't give up either of them. The contrast was one of the most erotic aspects of the affair for her. True, her hubby was so committed to his "down-low" lifestyle that she doubted that he knew or cared about her potential liaisons. Nevertheless, she still craved him just as much as she lusted for Otto. He just didn't return the interest as much as the Ossie had done. She simply hoped that he was well-endowed like Patrice.

As for Otto, he came home to find Katie in flagrante delicto with her brother, Desmond Gallagher. He never knew that she broke that taboo, but it certainly gave him leverage. He grinned at the scene, not even remotely trying to stop them. He wanted to see how quickly his wife realized that she was caught. He wasn't disappointed. 

"Otto! Honey, I hope that you're not hurt. You had to suspect this, anyway, since I have deliberately been careless about leaving clues. I didn't see any sense in hiding things. I figured that you chose not to follow up, you simply didn't care about it. Am I right? Are you okay?" Katie wondered, breathless with a certain exhibitionistic delight, and totally unashamed about her naked condition. 

"So, you're screwing Desmond, huh? Yes, I knew that you had lovers, but I never guessed that you'd sleep with your own brother. What would your parents say?" Otto responded.

"They know. They just don't care. Mom and Dad simply told me that I should be upfront with you about the incest. You know, the whole 'honesty' thing. You're not disgusted with me, are you?" Katie inquired. 

"Not really. Just as I hope that you're not repulsed by my affairs. I gather that you know about them, too," the German replied casually. 

"Well, I assume that your last tryst was with Carla Hernandez. She certainly wasn't bashful about how she flirted with you, and you didn't hide your interest in her ass very well. You butt-fucked her, didn't you? So, no, I'm not bothered by you screwing the hot Mexican neighbor. You like sodomy, while my kink is incest. We both fuck around. Since we both know and accept this, I trust that this doesn't mean the end of our marriage," Katie commented with a blatantly seductive wink. 

"Care to join us? You can fuck my ass if you do," she added with a gesture of her index finger. 

"That certainly sounds inviting. What do you think, Desmond? You've been very quiet. Care to share your sister with me? You already do, in one sense, don't you?" Otto spoke to his brother at last. 

"I guess I'm in no position to object," Desmond shrugged, embarrassed that he had been caught in bed with his own sister. 

"You're right, Des. You're in no position to do anything but screw me. Now, lie down and let me ride you!" Katie ordered him, still exasperated that her brother was so pathetically pussy-whipped. 

Desmond did as he was told, while Katie resumed fucking him. Otto was quite happy to participate, as his wife's ass was worth a MFM threesome indeed. He thoroughly reamed her butt, reveling in the sensation of her well-lubricated pucker. He also thought about how great it would feel for him to rotate between sodomizing Katie and Stacey. They looked different, but they were basically the same kind of girl: slutty and sweet. 

Katie finally came a half hour later, followed by Desmond, and then Otto. She grinned as she sucked both of their cocks afterward, cleaning them up. Thankfully, she was educated about anal sex, and knew that she needed to be clean before the act. So there was nothing unpleasant to lick off their dicks, just their cum and her juices. At last, she locked lips with each of the men in her life. 

"So, Desmond is your favorite lover, is he?" Otto inquired, being both curious and exhausted. 

"Hardly. My favorite lover is you. Desmond is my second favorite. I also fool around with other men...and other women. I fucked Carla, which is how I knew about your affair with her. I often sleep with the same women as you, though not always and not on purpose. We just have a lot in common, don't we? So, who's your latest girl?" his wife smiled at him. 

"Stacey Larue. She works at the same mall and is extremely hot. She's a MILF, if you know what I mean by that. She wants to be my paid companion, my courtesan, if you will. What do you think of that?" Otto updated her. 

"I think that we can spare the cash for your pretty whore to turn her tricks for you. Even with the baby I'm having. After all, it might be Desmond's and he has agreed to foot the bill for it. He is such a wimp, but I love him, anyway. Family and all. Funny, he's the only one of my partners that I can dominate or even like to control at all. But it's fun, so I don't mind it. 

"Tell me more about your Stacey and perhaps we can see if she likes orgies, particularly foursomes. I doubt that she'd charge you more for that," Katie laughed deviously, quite exhilarated at the idea of possibly sharing another woman with Otto, openly this time. 

"Will I get to fuck her, too, then?" Desmond queried. 

"That's a stupid question, Des. That's a given with foursomes, isn't it? You'll have to excuse my brother. He only gets to fuck others when I give him permission, and I sometimes get a kick out of refusing him the chance. He's really pathetic, but I love him in a special way. Our love goes way back," she snickered. 

"Thank you, sis," Desmond replied dreamily. 

"You're welcome, bro," Katie said, and then she slapped him. It was a strange side to the normally lovable wife that Otto had always known. 

"So, when do you want to get together with her?" Otto asked her, curiously. 

"Soon, my dear. Now, if you don't mind, I have a date with Carla. Her pussy is calling my name, it's so sweet. She keeps asking when you'll fuck her again. I think that you really should. No sense in breaking it off for my benefit, or Stacey's, for that matter," Katie noted with a wink. 

"Come on, Des. If you behave, I'll might even let you fuck Carla," she commanded her brother.