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Testing The Waters

By: Anonymous Author



First let me say that I am happily married and have been for thirty years. However, lately with surfing the net my curiosity has risen as far as having some sexual contact with members of the same sex. 

This morning was my first contact and I must say I am even more intrigued. I got up early and left for work so I would have about an hour and a half to mess around. I went to one of the all night stores where they sell all kinds of erotic things and have the video booths in the back. I found a booth with a couple of holes in the wall adjoining the booth next to it. I was able to watch my video clips and also watch whoever was next to me as they jacked off. One guy stood up and came towards the hole and proceeded to cum on the floor on his side of the wall. I moved my hand around in front of the hole hoping he would see and put his dick through the hole. Remember, I don't really know what I am doing. Several guys came and went without doing much.

Another guy came and he was jacking off on his side and I was jacking off on my side. I finally got tired of waiting and pulled my pants up and was preparing to leave when all of a sudden the head of a dick just partially came though the hole. I surprised myself by reaching out and touching it. He pushed it in further so that the head and maybe a quarter of and inch was on my side. I once again surprised myself by bending down and licking on it. I put my mouth around it and tongued it and sucked on it. He moved it in a little further but I couldn't get much in my mouth. 

I sucked on it for a little bit and then proceeded to jack him off with what little was coming through. Pretty soon I quit and he pulled it back through and left. Almost immediately someone tried to open the door to my booth. I didn't know what to do so I waited a few minutes before I left. There were a lot of men standing around in the hallway and all kind of looked at me. Being new to this I was somewhat embarrassed not knowing who it was and if he was there he knew who I was by my coming out the door.

I plan on going back during my lunch hour and see what happens next. I was hoping to feel and maybe even suck on a dick and did. I was really hoping someone would suck on mine and maybe they will at lunchtime. What do you call that, a nooner?

By the way, this guy's dick was a lot bigger around than mine. I don't know if it was stubby or if he just didn't stick it through as far as possible. I really want a dick further in my mouth so I can suck on it the way I have been reading about on the net. I would even consider having a dick up my butt if it isn't too large like the one I saw this morning. 

Wish me luck!!

Testing the Waters



Vicki's a gorgeous 28 year old beauty with short brunette hair and a smile that is both heartwarming and cock-hardening. It's one of those million dollar smiles that you can get lost in. She's 5'3", about 115lbs, and despite having given birth to our two sons, a drop dead knockout that effortlessly turns every male head between the ages of 15 and 75.

I would describe our sex life as damn near off the charts. Seven years into the marriage and we're still going strong. A lot of effort, on both of our parts, accounts for our sexual success. We talk a lot, share a lot, and have a pact that has done more good for our relationship than either of us could have imagined, sexually, and otherwise.

Once every other month, for several years now, we've arranged some private time. Either the boys spend the night with Vicki's parents so we can have the house to ourselves, or we find a babysitter and go out. That night is for the purpose of telling each other something that we'd probably rather not tell. There are no rules. We can tell each other things we're displeased with about the other, or a very embarrassing thing that may have happened, or (and this has become the norm lately) a sexual fantasy.

Note that I said we tell each other things that we'd probably rather not tell, so when it comes to telling sexual fantasies, they're generally real zingers. They're usually fantasies that expose a side of you that you're not sure you want known. For fear, perhaps, of what the other will think. Or maybe revealing it would make you feel too vulnerable. Generally one of the two. At least for me.

The conversations are somewhat difficult to start, but are always good and have strengthened our bond tremendously. I love Vicki from the bottom of my soul and definitely consider her not only my best friend, but probably the only true friend I have.

Two weeks ago was our last night of confession (our new nickname for the night). Vicki told me that she was considering a new career. She's been unhappy for quite some time as a nurse and needs a change. She's considering going back to school to be an accountant. We talked about how we'd make ends meet without her income while she's in school. She cautiously told me that if I'd been serious in the past when I'd encouraged her to dance, she'd probably give it a shot. I showered her with encouragement on both accounts.

We talked a great deal about her venture & before we knew it our time was almost up. We'd hired a babysitter and had to be home by midnight. It was already after 11:00. Vicki stopped me dead in the middle of a sentence and told me I wasn't getting out of tonight's confession. "We have to be home in 45 minutes - so let's hear yours mister."

I broke eye contact with her instantly. I'd almost decided not to let this one out of the bag.

"Do you want another glass of wine Babe?"

"Hmmmm this one must be really good for you to drag your feet like this. I'm dying to hear - out with it! And sure, one more glass of wine would be good."

I looked around for the waitress. Hesitating again.

"She'll check on us shortly. Now spill it, you're killing me here."

"Well, do you remember that story we read on literotica?"

"Which story? We've read so many."

"Remember the young wife with her husband and his two buddies during the superbowl? The..... well..... gangbang..... sort-of?"

"Uhhhhh..... y - e - s...." she said, clearing her throat and now looking down at her own wine glass........ She grinned nervously.

"I gotta tell you Vicki. I've been fantasizing about it almost constantly since that day. The thought consumes virtually every minute of free thought I have! It just drives me wild!"

"So are you just confessing that it turned you on? I already knew you liked it. We both got pretty warm after reading that one."

"That's not really it Vicki. The confession is that I've arranged a getaway next month at a cabin up on the lake."

"And..... What does that have to do with the story?"

"I've invited 3 of my friends from work to go fishing that same weekend. I've rented two cabins Vicki. Theirs will be right next to ours."

"Oh my G - O - D" was her reply accompanied with a beet red blush and a wide eyed, jaw dropping, deer-in-the-headlights stare.

"Are you telling me that you want something to happen with all of us? Me and them?"

"Oh Yes!"

"You, Me...... and t-h-r-e-e other men!?"

"Yes."

"Rick - you haven't even talked to me about this - you've already invited them!?"

"Well - not really. I would never just spring something like that on you. All I have done so far (other than thinking about it constantly) is written each of them an invitation email. I've just saved them as draft emails. I was going to talk with you first. In fact - if you agreed to this, the thought of you being the one to actually hit the send button turned me on too. I know this is out there Vicki. But it's confession night. That's what these nights are for, right?"

"Well - yes - they are..... but...... wow....."

"Wanna share your gut impression with me?"

"Yeah - you're a bigger pervert than I thought!!!" But she laughed.

"Well - you've known that for a long time!"

It was out there. I was dying to know what she was thinking. She sat there, stunned, trying to digest the idea. But I could tell I hadn't offended her, nor did she react as though it was a disgusting idea. Those were my biggest concerns at that point. I was relieved.

For the remaining few minutes of confession night, neither of us found it easy to look the other in the eye.

"Well - we'd better go so the babysitter can get home."

The first few minutes of the drive were quiet. I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Look, Sweetie, this doesn't have to happen. Just telling you about it served the purpose of confession night. If it never happens, you still know that I want it to. It took me months to build up the courage to tell you that the story we read did more than just give me a temporary hardon. It started me thinking about you with other men. I don't know why the idea appeals to me so much. I've tried to figure it out. It's just there. It's a feeling like I've never had before. It's thrilling, it's dangerous, there's jealousy involved. So many emotions. It's like a drug Vicki. I get high every time I fantasize about it. So if it never happens, that's okay. But now you know. And I'm glad you know."

"Did you really right the emails Rick?"

"Yes."

"I'll read them tomorrow."

Those words left me full of hope and desire. We made love that night. Not just sex - but genuine heart felt love making. That almost always happens after confession night. It's very much like make-up sex after an argument.

Sleeping that night was damn near impossible. My head raced with one erotic thought after another. I liked Vicki's confession about the dancing. She's so smart. An accountant? Never even heard her mention it before. But Vicki's the kind of person that can do anything if she wants it enough. The thought of her supplementing our income as a stripper was an enormous turn on. I'd always meant it when I told her she should dance. Those thoughts coupled with visions of my wife and my three friends consumed me that night.

I'm not a whistler. I whistled as I got ready for work the next morning.

I jumped when the phone rang. I'm an editor and some of my days are filled with utter silence as I read through manuscripts. It was Vicki.

I've read the emails. "My sexy wife and I would like you to join us at the lake?"

"Yes. You don't like that wording Babe?"

"Well - it implies things, I think. Do they even know what you have in mind?"

"No. I thought maybe we could have some fun with them that way. Have a few drinks and see where things lead. You know...... Wouldn't you like to seduce them and enjoy their shock?"

"You're so bad Rick!"

"I know. So have you given it any thought?"

"Any thought!? It's all I've been able to think of!"

"No pressure Vicki. Don't do this if you're not as interested as I am."

"Rick, I really don't know how I feel at the moment. Kind of like you described on the way home. So many emotions."

"There's plenty of time Sweetie."

We sort of dropped it there for a while. It wasn't until two weeks later that Vicki called me at work again and was asking questions about the guys. "I haven't even met these guys Rick. What are they like? Are they married? Do they have all their teeth?" We both laughed.

I thought you might ask. Hang on.

I hit send on an email I'd prepared for her. It said a little about each guy.

"Check the email Babes. I just sent you something. We can talk more later okay?"

"All right."

Bill - 30 yrs old. Spent 8 years in the Marines. Working on his masters in journalism. Great sense of humor. Ruggedly handsome. Never married. Left at the alter when he was 23. About 6 feet, say 190lbs. He's a charmer Vicki. I have no idea why he's not married. Guess he just wanted to knock out his masters first.

James - 25 yrs old. A couple inches shorter than me. I guess about 5'9". Dark hair. Dark complected. Very fit. Widowed. His wife died in a car accident a little over a year ago. If he'd bulk up just slightly he'd look like something off the cover of a Harlequin Romance novel. Don't know why - with those looks - but he's kind of shy. Easy to like though.

Jerome - Black. 30 years old. Thin. Probably the nicest man I've ever known. Completely trustworthy. If I could have only one male friend, I'd want it to be Jerome. Nice looking guy. I've seen him in the shower at the gym, Vicki, this will be the test. We'll know, once and for all, if size matters.

Another week went by before the subject was brought up again. Being silent, not pushing the issue, was really difficult for me. I wanted to talk. Vicki doesn't like being pressured, though, and I was determined to do this right.

Sometimes I'd get frustrated. I'd think, "Jesus! She's the one who's gonna get four men in one night. Why the hell isn't she doing summersaults and handstands." Then I'd remember that I was thinking like a man. Plus, this was my fantasy. Not hers. If Vicki had ever wanted another man, she'd never told me nor showed it in any way. I tried to place myself in her position and play through all the conceivable mysteries she might see in this. Most women would be much less surprised to hear a confession where the husband wanted other women, a 3some maybe. That's pretty commonplace. It would have been much less of a shock, I'm sure.

"Sweetie, I'm not pressuring you in any way. But the reservations are for next weekend. I need to know what to do about them. Keep them, cancel them, keep just one for a regular getaway for the two of us? Just tell me what to do."

"I'm going to answer you, Rick. But there's a condition. I want my answer to be the last word on the matter until the day after tomorrow. I want to go out to dinner & have an extra confession night. I'll ask Mom to sit with the boys. We can talk about it then. But not a single word before. Will you agree to that?"

"Another confession night? You're sure full of surprises. You bet. I promise. I won't say a word about it until then."

"Okay then. Go ahead and pay for both Cabins."

"You mean......"

"Ah Ah - not a word. You promised."

"I know - I'm just......"

"NOT ONE WORD! And I have to tell you, this isn't solid yet."

"I Love You Sweetie."

"I Love You too."

It was Tuesday. Not a word until Thursday. Another confession night. God I loved our sex life. I was excited as hell, but nervous too. When people at work would ask why I was smiling so much, I'd just say "Life is good."

I accomplished absolutely nothing at work on Wednesday. I tried calling Vicki several times during the afternoon. No answer.

Thursday morning was no more productive.....

Finally, around lunchtime, an email arrived from her.

"Rick....... Everything's arranged. Mom is coming over at 3:00. Can you get away early today? I've made reservations at the Tavern for 7:00. Can you meet me there then? I drove over earlier & put a change of clothes in your car. If you can manage to change and be on your way by 3:30, you can make it.

No need to respond unless it's not doable. If I've not heard from you by 3:30. I'll be on my way.

P.S. I chose the Tavern for a reason. We've only been there once, a long time ago. Nobody knows us there and it's a long drive. I'd like you to do some real soul searching along the way, Rick. Are you sure you want this to happen? Some things, perhaps, are better if left a fantasy. I'm sure I'll arrive before you. I'll go ahead and get our table and order some wine. Think about it Rick, realistically. I want your first words tonight to be either Yes or No. Go through with it or not.

Love, Your Sexy Wife"

Damn. Her P.S. made my cock swell instantly. I Love it when Vicki's dominant. Another one of those mysteries. I don't really understand why it turns me on so much. She seems to enjoy it.

I did as she requested and thought long and hard about the planned weekend. As I had done so many times already, I visualized my lovely wife with my 3 friends. I put a slightly different twist into my thoughts this time. Her email had the overtone of "You're about to unleash a Monster Rick. Are you going to be able to handle it if I enjoy myself too much?" She didn't say it - and maybe it's not exactly what she meant. But that's where I focused.

My heart raced as I ran various scenarios through my mind. My sweet Vicki. The woman that made everything real to me. The one that I had to share everything with before it mattered. Whether I'd stumped my toe at work or was contemplating the reason for human existence. Her's is the only opinion that means anything to me. Truly my best friend. I was so lucky to have her. My Vicki in the throws of passion with another man. With other men.

I imagined her moans of pleasure as she was pounded from behind by Jerome with that massive thick black cock. I imagined her coming like she'd never come before. Harder and more often than she does with me, even on my best night.

My thoughts of her with Bill revolved around the differences between he and I. His rugged good looks and charm, I was sure, had melted the panties off many women.

And the images racing through my mind of her and James were somehow the scariest for me. There was just something about James that I knew Vicki would find attractive. Not only his great looks, but the fact that his wife died not too long ago would give him a special place in her heart. She'd want to take special care of him, I imagined.

The scenes in my mind became more and more explicit as I steered towards the city. To the Tavern where Vicki would be waiting. I envisioned them with her, individually and as a 4some. I thought out every possible combination and allowed myself to go into more detail than before.

I always thought our sex life was fantastic. But I knew what Vicki had asked me to do was wise. It was a way of testing myself before I jumped into something that just might not go the way I'd fantasized. All along I'd fantasized that Vicki had a wonderful time, a night of totally exhausting blissful sex with men that I knew we could trust. But what If it went differently. What if she liked it too much. What would happen if she liked Jerome's size more than I'd thought she would. How would I feel afterwards? The next day.... For the next month.... Year..... I often fantasize about her getting really big cocks, but that's fantasy.

Would I feel inferior? Would my jealousy hurt our relationship? Would I blame her for liking it to much?

These were hard questions. Fantasies are perfect. Always. Reality - not necessarily. In fact - usually not.

I pulled into the Tavern's parking lot at 6:45. I still had a few minutes to try and organize these new emotions. I felt almost nauseated. I felt embarrassed. I was going to have to tell Vicki that she was right. Some things are better left a fantasy. I felt ashamed. She'd told me to pay for the cabins. I heard her voice over & over in my head.....

"Go ahead and pay for both cabins."

What have I unleashed here. Is she doing this for me? Or is it that the thought was equally as arousing to her. I didn't want to disappoint her now. If I backed out, and she wanted it to happen, I'd feel sheepish. Cowardly. Shit! I should learn to think things through. Like she does.

"Are you sure you want this to happen? Some things, perhaps, are better if left a fantasy...."

I walked towards the entrance to the Tavern & knew before I opened the door that somehow I was going to have to eat crow on this. How would I explain it. Could I possibly tell her how sorry I was? How disappointed would she be?

"May I help you sir?" came the greeting by a well dressed, distinguished looking gentleman.

"I'm meeting my wife here. The reservation would have been under the name Vicki....."

"Right this way sir". I didn't even get out the last name.

I saw her sitting at the table looking like a million bucks. God she was such a beautiful woman. Not just sexy. Down right beautiful. She looked so elegant. No wonder he didn't need the last name. She was unforgettable.

The table was as far from the front door as possible. As I was escorted to the table I overheard, not once, but twice, comments from tables of men about Vicki. "My god just look at her.." I didn't even have to follow their glances to know it was Vicki they were referring to.

Instantly all the doubts I'd had in the car vanished. My cock swelled almost so much that I couldn't hide it beneath my jacket. I knew right then that I just can't help who I am. I've always thrilled over other men admiring Vicki. Perhaps I just felt so proud that a regular guy like me could somehow capture the heart of such a rare, picturesque woman. The fantasy would always be with me. I knew that. I wanted it. I needed it. 

My heart melted as she looked up at me and smiled. I think I've fallen in love with Vicki a thousand times.

I sat. Looked into her eyes. Took a sip of my wine.

She didn't speak - we both knew I had to say the first word. I could hear my own heart pounding.

"Yes."

There was a long silence.

"Did you do as I asked Rick? Did you search your soul?"

"Yes". I told her most of the things that went through my head on the drive to the Tavern, but tried to tone down the feelings they brought on.

She saw right through it. "That's exactly why I wanted you to do it. I'm making a change to confession night Rick. I want you to tell me every single emotion you experienced. Tonight you don't get to choose what you confess. It's what I need to hear."

I went through it all. Left out nothing.

"So you were ready to call it off in the parking lot, but changed your mind because of the feeling you got when you saw other men looking at me?"

"I guess that's pretty much the case, yes."

"I don't think you're being honest with yourself, or me, Rick. I Love you. I don't want to hurt you. But even more, I don't want you to hurt yourself, or hate me. I would just die if anything came between us Rick."

There were tears in her eyes.

"Listen. We're getting to deep with this. It's who I am. I Love you and I'll always Love you. Nothing can ever change that Vicki. You're everything to me and I know what we have is solid and strong. Otherwise I would never even been able to fantasize about this."

We changed the subject slightly and drank our wine. Ordered a light dinner & then more wine.

"Rick...."

"Yes Sweetie...."

"There's a reason I chose the Tavern for tonight."

"I know - you told me. I figured you were afraid someone we knew would overhear our conversation so you chose somewhere away from home."

"That's part of it.."

"And the other part?"

"To test the waters."

"Meaning?"




Testing the Waters



"I want you to go with me on this Rick. If I go to far - or you decide things must stop. Just say the word and we'll get out of here immediately. But I have to know, for sure. Okay?"

"Okay - but... you have to know what?......"

"Just pay the tab & go into the club. I've gotta go potty. I'll meet you there."

"Alright Babes...."

The Tavern is really a nice place. As convenient as any we've seen. It's a hotel/restaurant/nightclub all in one. You can go from one to the other without ever stepping outside.

I took care of the tab & headed into the club as Vicki had asked me to do. It wasn't crowded like a Friday or Saturday night, but there were enough people there so that you didn't feel awkward walking in.

I'd finished half a bourbon & coke when Vicki walked through the door. You know how clubs are, this one's no exception. When a pretty woman walks in, especially unescorted, all the men stare. I waved and she smiled as she walked to the table. There was something in her smile. It gave me the impression that she'd been up to something. Vicki's never had much of a poker face.

"God you look beautiful tonight Sweetie."

She leaned into me and kissed me. "I'm glad you think so."

I chuckled, "You're so modest. You know it's not just me that thinks you're a hot woman. Every man in this place had his eye on you when you came in."

"Well, men, you know how t-h-e-y are."

"Okay, here we are. Now are you going to let me in on this mystery you've been keeping from me? I'm dying to know what's going on and what you meant by testing the waters."

"Really, you don't already know?"

"Well, maybe, um, I'm not really sure though, it's just you and me here, so I'm not exactly clear on what you have in mind. But I'm certainly intrigued."

"Rick. I love you. You're my world. You know that. I also hope you know that my feelings will never change. You're a good man, a good father, and a fantastic lover. I'm so content with our lives, just the way they are right now."

"Ditto Sweetie, on all of it."

"No - not really - you can't say Ditto. I said I was content with our lives just they way they are - but you're not..."

"Sure I am....."

Vicki put her fingers to my lips and shushed me. "No Rick, you're not. I'm content even with our sex life. I think it's perfect. But you want to drastically redefine our boundaries. You want me to be sexual with other men. That's a huge leap from where we are right now Rick. And it scares me a little. I'll admit to you that though I say I'm content right now, the more I think of your fantasy, the more it becomes my fantasy as well. You've sort of opened my desires I guess you could say."

"So you're not so content after all then are you?" I said with a smile.

"Oh yes I am. Fantasies are fantasies. They don't have to be anything more. I'd be perfectly willing and content to keep this new side of me to myself. Or maybe even share it with you in bed by talking about such things as we make love. You know. Role playing and such. I'd be fine with that. But I don't think you would. I know that you want to actually make it happen. But we have to take a few steps, not just jump right in."

I started to speak but she shushed me again.

"Rick, before we jump in head first with your fantasy of me being with you and t-h-r-e-e other men. I want to test the waters. I think it's a good idea, for both our sake. I want to know that we can both accept this as good clean sexual fun and keep it just that. Sexual play. Nothing more. And I also want to test the jealousy level."

"I know. I told you I thought a lot about that on the way over here & that I've decided I'm okay with it all."

"At this point, though, you only think you're okay with it. You won't know for sure until something has actually happened, Rick. What if we get right in the middle of something with your friends and you decide you don't like it. That could get unpleasant. Plus you're going to have to look them in the eye each day at work."

"Yeah, I know you're right. As usual Sweetie. You're so much more level headed than me. You always think things through where as I kinda just jump in. I Love you for that."

"We're a good team Rick."

"So then.... I'm dying here. This is exciting. Tell me what you have in mind."

"Okay - but first tell me one thing. When you've fantasized watching me with other men. How do I act?"

"You mean like.... What do you do with these guys?"

"Well, I suppose that too, but what I really want to know is if I'm mild or wild."

"God you're really turning me on with this conversation Vicki. Shit you're so fucking hot!"

She laughed a devilish little laugh and asked me again.

"Well - in my dreams you're actually the one in control most of the time. I guess I'd say you're mildly dominant. You pretty much dictate who's doing what. Is that what you mean?"

"In part, yes. Do I get verbal in your fantasy?"

"Hell yes! You definitely get verbal. You use words like fuck & suck & cock & boytoy &...."

She shushed me again.... "Okay, I get the idea. So I'm pretty much in control and I act like a little whore in your fantasy, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay Rick. It's time. We're going to have a couple more drinks and then I want you to go to the bar for the rest of the evening. I want you to watch me. But you have to stay away from me. We'll give it some time so some new men come into the club who haven't seen us together. Can you do that?"

"Ahhh... yes.... I can do that. But what are you going to......"

Again she shushed me. "I've got a room here at the hotel Rick. We're staying here tonight. But I'm going to use the room first. I'm going to find a man tonight Rick. I'm going to flirt shamelessly with him and then I'm going to take him to our room and give him head. I'm going to be a little whore for you tonight, Rick. I'm gonna suck another man's dick while you wait for me there at the bar."

I was totally stunned. The emotions ran ramped. Hearing Vicki say this as she looked into my eyes was such an enormous turn on! Instantly my heart raced and my cock grew hard. I was jealous too. A little more than I thought. How could she just do this... say what she said so matter-of-factly? All the emotions I'd had on the drive over came back to me. I was scared. Then I began to look around at the men and wondered if any of them were psycho. Suddenly I wondered if this was a safe thing to do. She was acting, talking, just like she does in many of my fantasies. But this was real.

"Vicki - you're just going to pick up a stranger and..." could I say it like she did..... "...... Damn Babe, can you just do that? Suck a strange man's dick? What if he turns out to be a weirdo. An axe murderer?" I said with a forced chuckle.

"We both have cell phones Rick. You'll only be seconds away if I should need you. But I really don't think you need to worry about that. I like to think I'm a fair judge of character in people. I'll pick a decent guy, I promise. But just so you'll know, we'll be in room 224. It's just up those stairs, second door on the left."

"God this is fucking wild ... hearing you say We'll be in room 224. Are you excited? Have you ever done anything like this before? Shit.... I'm so turned on!"

"Well, to be honest, I am pretty excited. I hope that's okay."

She leaned across the table as far as she could.

"In a very short while I'm going to be on my knees in front of another man. I'm glad that thought excites you. I have to admit that saying this to you is making me wet. I think most women, at some time or another, fantasize about doing something like this. Of course there are those few that do it often. But I've never been one of those. Tonight will be my first time."

"Shit!.... You're about to have another man's hard dick in your mouth. You're going to be sucking that dick Vicki. God you give such phenomenal head. And you're so fucking hot! I hope this guys realizes how lucky he is!"

"So you're still okay? Talking about it and knowing I'm about to do it still turns you on?"

"Very much Sweetie, God. So fucking much!"

"I'm glad. Cause I'm getting very thirsty." She said wickedly.

"It's almost 10:00. Over the next hour more people will come. He doesn't know it yet, but one of them is coming to put his cock in my mouth. You'd better go on up to the bar so guys will start asking me to dance. I Love you Rick. If at any point you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word and we'll leave. Go on now. Enjoy the show." Her naughty smile was intoxicating.

To my surprise, as I got comfortable at the bar, I felt slightly empty. Why? Didn't make sense. All of those emotions I'd had on the way over sort of vanished. Please don't tell me this is it. That the thrill is gone? How could it be? Nothing had actually happened yet. Was it that I only enjoyed sharing the talk & the possibilities with Vicki - but that actually going through it was just no big deal? No that wasn't it. What the Hell!?

I sipped on my drink and kept an eye on Vicki. She'd already been approached by a couple men & had danced with one of them. I've never seen her on the prowl so I wasn't sure how to read her expressions & body language. Some of the thrill came back. I told myself again that I was sitting at a bar, watching my wife methodically choose a cock to suck. Then I wondered if she'd swallow? Surely not. She'd probably finish him off by jerking him off onto her breasts. She likes that. 

I realized why the thrill died out a little. It just hit me. It was the last thing that Vicki said to me before she sent me to the bar. "If at any point you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word and we'll leave."

That was it. That's what had extinguished some of the fire. She was to nice about everything. Made it to safe. Probably the smart thing to do our first time. Our first time? Would there ever be another?

What I wanted, or needed, was to have her be a bit more matter of fact about the situation. That's it. That's part of my fantasies that I've not shared with her. I think I was only barely conscious of it myself. I wanted her to be dominant, even in this type of situation. Not nice.

I'll be damned. I've always enjoyed the sub role on times when Vicki got the urge to be dominant. In fact I almost always, afterwards, wished she'd been harder with me, stricter. I liked it when she dominated me with both words & attitude. I like it when she puts me in my place. Hell - I'll take it as far as to say I like to be humiliated to a degree.

I also like it when she dominates me physically. Shit. I'm a strange dude I guess. I have to admit to myself that I equally like to receive pain. Nothing serious, no marks, but inflicted by my sexy Wife at the height of her domination. It definitely adds to the experience. I Love it.

So when she told me, essentially, that I was in control.... That I could stop things in their track with a simple word or gesture..... it actually decreased the situation's hold on my heartstrings. It was void of the submissive nature that I've come to desire. I really didn't want to be in control. I hadn't consciously recognized this desire in my fantasy.

I ordered another drink, watched Vicki accept another dance invitation, and wondered if I'd ever be able to tell her about that side of me. She knows of it to a degree, but not to it's fullest degree. I told myself that I'd expose it all to her on our next confession night. It meets the criteria to a tee. I want her to know but I fear her reaction. Society teaches men that strength is the essence of manhood. She may view this freakish desire of mine as weakness. Would she think it was freakish? Would she laugh? Would she loose respect for me? These are the things that make it confession night worthy.

Life is full of mixed signals. People are unique, each & every one. Through our confession nights Vicki's learned many things about me that inherently place her in a superior position. She's always handled that knowledge with kid gloves. She's never laughed. She always loved. She's such a wonderful person. I'm a lucky man.

This one was a slow dance & she and her potential cock donor looked like long time sweethearts. No space between them. Vicki's head rested on his shoulder and portrayed contentment. I knew that she had chosen. He would be the one. I wondered if he was already aroused. Could she feel his hardness pressing against her? Did he like the feel of my wife's breasts pressing against him. Of course the answer to both was yes.

The song came to an end. He followed her to the booth, obviously upon invitation. He would definitely be the one. I felt strangely proud. I knew what he was about to get. I knew how much Vicki enjoys giving head and how good she does it.

She looked my way several times as they both sipped on their drinks. She was searching my eyes for a signal to stop. No way was she going to get it. I was fine with this and wanted it to happen. Very much. I think.

After the second or third glance she must have been satisfied that I still approved because her expressions changed in an instant. I watched her put on her whore face and go to work. It was amazing to see her do this to another man. I wondered how she did it. Did she come right out and tell him what she wanted? That's the way I liked to think about it.

I chuckled to myself. He had no idea that this adorable woman's husband was sitting just 30 feet from him.

They stood and turned for the door. Heart strings jerked, but not too bad. My cock got harder. Maybe five steps from the door Vicki looked over her shoulder at me & smiled a "cat that ate the mouse smile". As they disappeared through the doorway Vicki lowered her hand to his ass.

I was surprisingly calm and content during the next half hour or so. I pictured her on her knees before him. I wondered if he had a big cock and thought about how unjust it was that women can so easily have breast implants & have their pussies tightened, yet there's nothing a man can do to significantly increase his size. At about the fifteen minute mark I wondered if he was about to cum. At the twenty five minute mark I expected to see them come back through the door. At thirty five minutes I began to get impatient. At forty five minutes I began to worry. At fifty five minutes I was off the barstool pacing and saying that in five minutes I was going to the room. Five minutes passed and I decided to call her cell phone first. As I reached for mine, they came through the door.

She looked fine, looked happy, she gave me a big smile. I smiled back. I bet several gray hairs sprouted in that hour.

They stood and talked for a couple minutes during which she shook her head "no" a couple of times. He was probably asking her to dance again or have another drink or go home with him. 

They parted ways and as soon as we saw him leave the club Vicki came to me. "What do you want to do? Are we leaving or staying & dancing or what?" Before she spoke she licked her lips. I don't think she was teasing me. I don't even think she realized she did it.

"Let's dance Sweetie." My grin was now ear to ear.

It felt amazingly erotic to hold her in my arms she had just been with him. She looked even more beautiful that moment than the first day I laid eyes on her. Yes, I was jealous. But not terribly and, really, not even in a bad way. I felt the kind of jealousy that I always imagined they were talking about on TV when a woman would think it was so sweet or cute that her husband was jealous because the guy down the hall was paying attention her.

"That feels like a nice warm hard dick pressing against me? Are you happy to see me?"

"More than you know Sweetie?"

"Are you okay Rick?"

"Baby I'm much much more than okay."

She flashed that million dollar smile and exaggerated her exhale. Then softly laid her head on my shoulder. "I was worried Rick. I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it for you, for us, but also just for me. I could never completely free my mind though. I was wondering if you were okay out here waiting, knowing what I was doing up in that room."

"You mean sucking another man's cock Vicki?"

"Yes" she giggled. "You like saying that don't you? I think it's different for you. Some how of all of this affects us differently. You always take such pleasure in verbally saying rather shocking things when it comes to sex. It excites you to talk that way doesn't it?"

"You read me like a book Babe."

"And I know you'd like it if I were more verbal like that too wouldn't you? I know I have a difficult time pleasing you in that way. I'm different than you. Not because I want to be. All I want is to please you. But it doesn't come as natural to me as it does you. But I've been working on it, I hope you've noticed."

"I've noticed. And I appreciate it Vicki. You have no idea what tonight did for me. I look at you totally different now. With even more love and affection than before. You just have no idea Vicki. Thank you so v-e-r-y v-e-r-y much for sharing this fantasy with me. Making it a reality. I Love you so very much."

"I Love you to Rick. And you're welcome. And it was for me too." She said as she began giggling almost uncontrollably.

"What the heck's so funny?"

"It just struck me as funny, that's all."

"What did?"

"That you so lovingly and genuinely thanked me for sucking Dan's cock?"

I realized that I'd not known his name until that second. Hearing his name come from her lips pulled some stunned me. I guess it made it seem more personal - more intimate than had it just been a nameless stranger. The emotions came on strong, but were short lived. By the end of the song I was fine, and aroused, and wanted to see where it had happened.

"Let's go to the room Vicki. Okay?"

She purred like a kitten and said "Mmmmmm... I'm going to get to suck another cock aren't I? I'm gonna make two men cum in one night. I like that idea Rick. I think I have real whore potential."

I loved to hear her talk dirty. When we first met it would have been completely uncharacteristic of her. She's gradually slipped nasty talk into her personality over the years. Sometimes I'd like her to progress faster. But taking things at a slow pace just gives you that much more to look forward to.

"I think you proved that tonight."

We gathered our things and headed towards the room. Vicki turned heads, as usual, but there was more to the looks this time. They were watching me as much as Vicki. I was the second man she'd taken through the door and up the stairs tonight.

Just walking to the room was indescribable. Knowing that she had just walked this way with another man. A stranger. I wonder if she kept her hand on his ass the whole way. My cock began to ache. It had been so hard, for so long.

I wanted her so badly. She'd never been sexier to me that right then. The sex was better, more passionate, than it had ever been. For both of us. Pure animalistic lust. We laid together, spent, sweaty, quiet. I stroked her naked body gently and told her how much I loved her. I knew then, things would never be the same. After years of comfortable marriage it occurred to me that perhaps I'd never be able to trust her again. She was now the one in power. She could do as she wished and I'd love her for it. I knew she knew that now. I shook the thoughts. I knew in my heart I trusted her completely.

"Please tell me about it Vicki."

"Are you sure?"

"In explicit detail."

"Then you don't regret this Rick?"

I pulled her over on top of me & kissed her soft lips tenderly. "Vicki, it's was incredible. I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain it to you. Maybe I'll try to write it one day. No, I don't regret it at all. The only possible regret I may have is that I didn't get to see it, to watch you with him."

Her eyes rolled and she gestured in disbelief. "I really expected this to go differently Rick. I thought we might find out that you didn't like it after all. Only other people do this sort of thing. And even then, I've never believed half of the stories we've read. I guess because I don't really understand why men, why you, are so turned on by your wife being with another man. I have to tell you Rick, and maybe I should have said this before. I don't know that I could ever be comfortable with you being with another woman. I don't mean to be unfair or selfish but......"




Testing the Waters



I put my hand to her lips to hush her.... "I didn't do this because I wanted something like that in return. There was no ulterior motive other than the incredible sex we just had Vicki. This wasn't your fantasy. It was mine Sweetie."

"Do you really wish you could have watched?"

"Yes. I really think so. So don't leave out a single detail. Maybe some day, if we both want it again, I can somehow watch."

She slipped out of bed and I admired her body with renewed fascination as she walked across the room. "I rented this room yesterday. That's why I wasn't home when you called. I needed the day to set things up."

"Set what up?"

The door to an armoire was partially open. She returned with a video tape and sat by my side. "I wanted to test things before we went any further with the cabin plans. I knew that telling you about it would be different than you actually being there. And this is different too Rick. But you can see, if you like. You can watch. Shall I put it in?"

My heart began to race as the blood again engorged my cock. "Oh my god you wonderful woman. Yes, put it in."

I stared in wonderment, lust and primal excitement as their images appeared on the screen. She was amazing. In control from the very beginning. My Vicki.

Before the door even shut behind them their hands were all over each other. They were pawing at one another like there was nothing else in the world. I fully expected to enjoy watching him explore her breasts and ass but the thrill that hit me hardest was when she reached down to fondle his cock as they kissed.

The audio was not so great. I could hear moans pretty clearly but the words were hard to understand. With one quick swift motion Vicki's dress was lifted over her head and tossed aside. Some of the effort was his, but most of it was hers. That surprised me.

He began to push her onto the bed but she stopped him once she was sitting. She pushed him back up into a standing position and said something to him just before she put her mouth on the mound in his pants. She ran her nails down his chest as she sunk into her obsession. More heart strings tugged as I realized that she enjoyed sucking another man's cock as much as she enjoyed mine.

She gazed up into his eyes as her hands went to work on his belt and trousers with confidence and expertise.

It was about to become a reality. This was much different than just knowing it happened. I half way expected to see her put a stop to everything. To get dressed and tell him that she just couldn't go through with it. Confess to him that she was happily married and say she'd rather just talk for a while.

Instead I watched my sweet Vicki, wearing only heels, stockings, a thong & bra, sitting on a hotel room bed with a tall handsome man before her, pull out a nice thick cock from his trousers. She began to make love to it.

Her performance was stellar. She worked him with a soft touch for a good long while. She toyed with him like she's done with me so many times. She loves cock. She loves the feel of it against her face and in her mouth. She loves the taste. She's an artist. Three times I watched this vixen beauty deny her toy his orgasm. She arched her back so that her nipples could be reached by his swollen purple head and drew circles of glistening saliva around them with his cock.

She then took him back into her mouth and began working him for that final blow. One hand cupped his ass, pushing him into her mouth on each hot thrust. The other cupped his balls as she gave him an oral fucking he'd never forget. In seconds he was moaning and bucking in ecstasy and I proudly watched her aim and stroke him until he exploded all over her chest. So much cum.

That bewitching, whorish smile returned to her face as she stood, rubbing his warm cum into her skin like it was expensive, precious lotion, not to be wasted. They kissed, her hand still cupped his ass.

Vicki turned off the tape. She looked at me. Differently this time. She'd been watching me while I watched her with him. She wasn't skeptical or afraid. She knew I'd liked what I saw. She knew it was safe. She yanked the covers away and sucked my cock so hard it hurt. When my balls began to draw up she pulled away.

"You liked it didn't you Rick?"

"That was wild Babe, I thought you were going to suck it completely off for a minute there....."

"No, not that. You liked seeing Dan's cock in my mouth, didn't you Baby?"

"I Loved it....."

"Then maybe you'll like this too Lover Boy." She hit play on the vcr again and I watched them kiss as she rubbed her breasts on his chest, sharing the precious lotion with him. She sat again and began removing the rest of his clothing. She slowly removed his shoes and socks so she could slip his trousers off. She removed her shoes, stockings and panties and lay back on the bed before him, handing him a condom from her little purse. She lifted her knees up toward her chest and spread them invitingly as she opened her arms to him."

They fucked. Slowly. Softly. Twice I watched her back arch and her body stiffen as orgasms overtook her.

She'd said she was going to pick a man and give him a blowjob. Now this. I felt slightly betrayed. But there was no point going there. My cock told no lies. It was rock hard. 

There was more...... They caught their breath and I watched as my sweet Vicki, the mother of my children, my soulmate, turn over and work herself to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. Her spectacular heart shaped ass high in the air, her face buried in the bed linen. This time I could hear everything clearly. "I need it again, like this, Fuck me like this, Dan....."

He satisfied her completely, bucking her from behind, they rocked the bed until they both came again. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.

He hadn't used a condom this time. She hadn't given him another. But he pulled his cock from the warmth of Vicki's pussy in time to shoot what few drops of cum he had left onto her luscious ass.

She stopped the tape.

"Are you still okay Rick? I honestly hadn't intended to go that far..... I hope you're not mad with me Rick. I hope you're not angry that I fucked him. I know you thought I was just sucking his cock. But I just had to have it. I wanted it." Each pertinent word she exaggerated for effect. Fucked, Sucking, Cock, Wanted...... She had no idea, or did she, how completely she had hit my fantasy dead center. Her attitude, I realized, more than ever, was as important as her actions."

"I'm fine Baby. It was a shock. But what can I say. Look at me." We both looked at my stiff cock and smiled.

"Now we need to finish the night off properly."

"How do we do that Sweetie?"

"I want you to lick it of, Baby" She said as she positioned herself over me. 

"That's right Baby..... Lick it clean..... Oh y-e-s-s-s-s-s...... and don't you miss a-n-y" She said to me as she ground her hot cheeks, one at a time, into my face. Wetting every inch with my wet tongue......

"Oh y-e-s-s-s-s-s-s-s" she purred, "You know you're my little bitch, now, don't you Baby?"

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. She knew I was helplessly subservient to her every whim. I licked and sucked her ass clean. 

She turned and laid on top of me, our lips an inch apart, looking into my eyes as she slipped me inside of her well used and slippery slit....

I fell in love, again.



Testing the Waters



Kayla never thought that she'd ever get Carl to agree to even mild experimentation, so she was surprised when he agreed to tie her to the big four-poster bed that was still at her house. He thought it was best to "do this sort of thing" at a venue away from the children. She couldn't help but agree anticipating that both of them would be making lots of noise.

Her heart was thudding in anticipation as they pulled into her driveway. She put her hand on her husband's thigh, running her fingers over his crotch and was pleased to discover that he had a hard-on. "I can't wait to have that inside me," she whispered and cupped him in her hand. He leaned forward to kiss her, teasing her with his tongue, dropping a hand to cup her breast, running his thumb over her nipple, which immediately stood out. Her breathing accelerated. "Let's go in," she said and he nodded. Kayla slid out of the car, her house keys in her hand, and watched Carl emerge a little more stiffly. She pressed the button that locked the car doors and turned to go into the house. They both were startled to see Rene's car pull in behind them.

"I thought I might find you here," he said as he got out of his Mercedes, then hit the button on his key ring that locked the doors.

Kayla stared at him, on the verge of asking him what the hell he was doing there, but Carl said, "Well, as long as you're here, you might as well come on in." Kayla turned her stare on her husband. What was he thinking?

Inside the house, they went into the living room and settled on the remaining furniture, sitting in silence, looking at each other.

"Was there something you needed, Rene?" Kayla asked finally.

"No, not really," he said. "Just stopping by."

At this hour? Kayla thought and grew suspicious. Had Carl tipped him off? She turned an accusing stare at her husband who shrugged.

Finally, Kayla stood up. "Well, it's late. I'll meet you upstairs, Carl," she said. "Thanks for stopping by, Rene." Sure that they both would take the hint, she climbed the steps to her bedroom. Digging around in a dresser drawer, she found the silk scarves that she and Jack had used. Jack had loved it when she was helpless and unable to move beneath him and she had to admit that they'd had some of their best sex when she was tied up, but even better sex for her, anyway, had been when they both were free. She couldn't imagine ever not having good sex with Carl, free or otherwise.

Just as she was growing impatient with waiting, he appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. "Ready?"

She nodded. "Here," and handed him the scarves.

He looked at them curiously, gradually realizing what they were. He looked at her. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

She smiled. "Once or twice."

"With Jack?"

"Who else?"

He ran a scarf over the palm of his hand a few times. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well--" she began but he was suddenly on her, kissing her again, and she felt herself begin to dissolve in his arms, as she always did, growing more pliant as he caressed her. He undressed her at a leisurely pace, easing her onto the bed, removing each article of clothing with teeth-gritting slowness, taking the time to slide his hands over her sensitive skin and follow the path of his hands with his mouth. By the time he had her naked, she was writhing and moaning under him, already primed and hot, begging him to take her over the edge.

"Put your arms over your head," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and moist on her skin and she did as she was told, stretching and arching her body as she knew he liked. He tied her wrists securely to the bed posts and she didn't even protest at how tight the knots were, she was so hot for him.

Moving down her body, he gently spread her legs and teased her clit with his tongue for a few moments, just enough to make her thrust her wet mound at his face, needing more, begging for release. Running his tongue down the inside of one leg, he tied that ankle to the bedpost with one of the scarves, then repeated the whole thing with her other leg. Then he stood, fully clothed, looking down at her.

"Carl," she pleaded, panting, "do something."

"You're right," he said finally. "This is fun." Then he turned and left the room. She stared after him in shock, but the big shock came when he reentered, followed closely by Rene.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Do you mind if Rene joins us?"

"Hell, yes, I mind," she said. "What is he doing here? I thought he left."

"No." Carl looked at Rene, then back at Kayla. "I thought you might like it with both of us."

"Are you crazy?"

"Kayla--he is my best friend."

"Well, he's not mine," Kayla said. "Either untie me or get him out of here."

"He could be your friend," Carl remarked as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Just try it. If you don't like it, tell us and we'll stop." He pulled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans and slid the shirt off his shoulders. Usually, Kayla loved watching him undress, an active man in the prime of his life, but Rene's presence was placing a damper over the whole experience. As Carl unsnapped his jeans, he looked at Rene and said, "Go ahead. It's okay. If she makes too much noise we can gag her."

"Do it anyway," Rene suggested.

Kayla stared at them, the first fingers of fear brushing her skin and she turned her head from side to side to avoid the gag, but her underwear got stuffed into her mouth with a scarf tied securely over it anyway. Totally helpless, and incredibly turned on, she still looked away as Rene began to disrobe, but eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she turned to sneak a look at him. He was beautiful; olive-skinned and as fit as her husband with no hint yet of a middle-age paunch, his muscles taut and sculpted. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two naked men, each with a growing erection, and as they climbed onto the bed with her she thought she might faint from anticipation and arousal. She tugged at the scarves around her wrists, but the knots held. Her breathing was so fast already that she wondered if she'd hyperventilate when they touched her.

"Here." Before she could protest, Carl tied another scarf around her eyes so that all she could see was blurry images. When he added another, the world went dark and became only sensation. She sucked in her breath and shivered violently as a hand--whose?--cupped a breast and another ran down the inside of her leg and back up again. She groaned as a mouth sucked at a nipple and again, louder, when another mouth covered her other breast. She arched her back and pulled again at her restraints, whimpering as someone's fingers slid into her slippery vagina and again as more fingers moved to her clitoris. She screamed, the sound muffled well by the gag, as her first orgasm hit her and she again uselessly pulled at her bonds. She could only lie helpless as the two men handled her everywhere, the four hands and two mouths seeming to be twice as many, driving her toward an exhausted pleasure.

She screamed again as a rock-hard penis slid into her vagina, and a man groaned at how wet she was. She met his frantic thrusting for a few minutes, then he withdrew despite her attempts to keep him inside her.

The breath from a hot, moist mouth close to her ear. "You need to help," the voice whispered. "We'll untie you, but you need to help. If you don't cooperate, we'll tie you down again. Do you understand?"

She nodded, wondering what would be expected of her, wondering whose voice she'd just heard. She felt her wrists and ankles set free, then firm hands turned her over so she would have been face down on the bed had she been lying down. She couldn't lie down, though, because there was a body there and, with the hands still guiding her, she found and grasped the hard-on that awaited her. She lowered herself slowly, relishing the sensation of being filled with a man's rigid member. She was suddenly overcome by a wave of lust, which sent an involuntary shudder through her, and she began to move up and down. She heard a man groan and the hips beneath hers tensed. 

She answered with her own groan before she felt the firm hand again, this time between her shoulders at the base of her neck, pushing her slowly forward and she complied, groaning again as the man beneath her grasped her breasts when they came within range, his fingers pinching her nipples. She whimpered, and whimpered again as the other man pressed his chest to her back then, still gentle but firm, slowly pushed his stiff penis into her anus. She screamed, the sound still mercifully muffled, and arched her back, her muscles trying to expel the foreign object. Jack had tried anal sex with her a couple of times and neither of them had liked it much, but double penetration was something else entirely; she often had fantasized about what this would be like. 

Now, not knowing who was beneath her and who was behind her, she gave up thinking about it at all and abandoned herself to the profligacy of the moment. She'd thought she'd be able to tell who was who by size and feel, but she couldn't distinguish her husband's organ from that of his best friend. I didn't know they were that much alike, she thought in the moment before the man behind her bottomed out, so to speak, and her sphincter gave up trying to dislodge the intruder. Soon enough, the discomfort of having something up her ass was eclipsed by the knowledge that she was being fucked by two men at once, and two men that she knew and loved. She wondered how long they'd been planning this. She could feel the two dicks rubbing against each other and groaned again.

The orgasms happened as a sort of domino effect. First, she came, loudly; then, with a groan nearly as loud and an "Oh, shit!", the man in her ass. A few minutes later, she came again, followed by the man in her vagina who exclaimed "Oh, fuck!" The episode was capped with the most massive climax she'd ever experienced. She opened her mouth to scream again and woke up suddenly, body arched, pelvis thrusting into the air. She was dimly aware that Carl was leaning over her.

"Kayla," he whispered urgently, "are you all right? Wake up. You're having a bad dream."

You don't know how bad it was, she thought, and nearly wept at discovering that she was not sandwiched between her husband and his best friend, that her openings were not filled with the dicks of two men she loved--but she was more than ready for the one sleeping next to her.

"Carl," she whispered desperately, tearing at her nightgown.

"What is it?"

"Carl--please--fuck me."

"What, now?"

"Please--just fuck me. Please." As he hesitated, she tried again to tear away her nightgown, but even her strong musician's hands were too shaky. "No prelude--just fuck me. Now. Please."

Maybe it was because his hands were better placed or maybe because they weren't shaky, or maybe he just caught her sense of urgency, but he reached between her breasts and with one yank tore her nightgown in two, shoving his diamond-hard erection into her at the same time, amazed at how ready she was for him--just as ready, in fact, as he was for her.

"Hard," she whimpered as he began to move, "fuck me hard."

He obliged her by pounding into her with such force that she was shoved up to the head of the bed where she clung to the bars of the brass headboard, bracing herself to meet his thrusting. In just a few minutes, she felt her release beginning and she drew in a deep breath, remembering somehow that they needed to be quiet since it was the middle of the night and children were sleeping just down the hall, but she didn't see how she could possibly keep from screaming as she had in her dream. Just as she felt she couldn't remain silent any longer, she heard Carl groan quietly; then he suddenly clapped a pillow over her face, just in time to muffle her scream as she, too, was overwhelmed.

They both were sticky with sweat, and other emissions, and lay there for quite a while, Carl draped over her like a lead apron. Kayla could feel both of their pulses, beating frantically, gradually slow and return to normal, whatever that was, along with their breathing. Finally, Carl rolled off of her and onto his back.

"Well, that's a shame," he whispered.

"Sorry?"

He slid his arm around her, pulling her close, and with his other hand reached to pull the covers up over both of them. "I liked that nightgown," he said.



Testing The Waters



The soft music played for several minutes before Lake rolled over to turn off the alarm. At first she just lay in bed, trying to recall the dream she had been having. It seemed like it had been a good dream, after all, she had that tingling sensation between her legs that meant she needed to take care of something.

Just as she was sliding her hand down over her stomach she remembered why she had set the alarm on a nice summer's day when she would normally have no reason to get up. Lake flung the covers off of the bed and jumped up, her luscious breasts bouncing under the lacy fabric of her night gown. After a quick glance at the clock she calmed some, she had given herself plenty of time to get ready. It was time Lake would need too. Whatever she had been dreaming had left the short blonde covered in a layer of sweat.

Lake sighed and peeled off her night gown after starting the water in the tub. Ordinarily a quick shower was all she would want, but she felt that this was an important day and she needed to give her body more care and attention than she usually would. Once the tub was filled and Lake had added her favorite bath salts, she slipped into the tub. The warm water gradually enveloped her leg as she set it in the water, and then the other leg, and finally her whole body. The warmth of the water intensified the sensation between her legs, but Lake resisted the urge to touch herself. Not today. She said to herself, today I can't. 

Slowly she leaned her head back, wetting her long hair, and laying down in the tub so her whole body was covered as much as possible. When she sat back up the water dripped down her face and onto her breasts, which, large as they were, floated to the top of the water when Lake was sitting again.

Lake grabbed her wash cloth and poured her scented body wash on it. The scent of sweetened vanilla filled the room as she started to wash her body, paying careful attention to her lower regions and her breasts; the areas she would want to look their best for today. It was a form of self torture for her to resist the urge to masturbate, especially as she cleaned herself, but Lake could be strong willed when she wanted to be, even if everyone else thought her to be timid.

She inhaled the sweet smell of her body wash as it filled the room and she finished cleaning. Lake let the water drain out of the tub, but stayed seated as it did, the cold bathroom air slowly making her cold. As the water dropped down below her breasts, her nipples hardened and gave a small shiver. Even though she was cold Lake waited until the last of the water had gone before she closed the shower curtain and turned on the shower.

She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and let the water flow through it as it dropped back down against her skin, hitting the middle of her back. The smell of vanilla mixed with cream and strawberries as Lake worked a thick lather into her hair. As she rinsed the soap ran down over her breasts and stomach, following the contours of her legs until finally flowing into the tub and down the drain. 

The short girl closed her eyes and relaxed under the water, trying to calm her nerves about her interview for the day. She only just nineteen and had no idea what to expect from the working world, especially this kind of job. She shivered slightly as the water started to get cold without her noticing.

Finally she sighed and turned off the shower, wringing out her long hair and grabbing her oversized towel. Lake ran the towel over her body to dry it off before wrapping it around her chest and tucking it under so it stayed as a make-shift dress.

For some reason she hated the sound of the blow dryer. It just had that pitch that made her ears ring no matter which way she turned her head. Still, her hair would look the best and feel the softest if she were to blow dry it. So Lake grabbed the blow dryer from underneath the sink and plugged it in. With the brush in one hand and the blow dryer in the other she worked on her hair. Several minutes into the process her towel decided to slip and become a skirt. Lake simply sighed and continued working on her hair; it had to look nice for today.

With her hair fixed and her towel still around her waist, Lake started putting on her makeup. She decided to go for a nice smoky eyed effect, something that would bring out the brilliant green of her eyes. As she brushed the deep shadow on her lids she went through her mind with what she knew to expect from her interview. She knew she had to be respectful, honest, and obedient, but she suddenly became very insecure.

Lake set down the applicator for her eye shadow and took off her towel, tossing it into the hamper, and looked at her body in the mirror. She was slim and fit, and her large breasts still managed to look perky, but what if that wasn't enough? Was she expected to be an innocent school girl? Lake tried to make an innocent face in the mirror to see how it looked with the smoky eye shadow. It came out making her look desperate she thought. So she tried on another persona, and then another and another until she thought she'd found the perfect look for herself.

Lake would dress as a business woman. Her smoky eyes would make her look older and more confident, and a nice subtle pink lipstick would keep her looking professional, but meet the dress requirements for the job; she must wear heels and lipstick.

She put on a simple white top and covered it with a pinstripe jacket that hit just at her hips, and a matching skirt that landed just above the knee. Her hair she twisted around a few times and put into a clip. The glossy strap of her black heels was cold against her skin, still warm from her shower. Lake looked in the mirror and examined her appearance. After a few moments she took off her jacket and changed her top to a white button up, but left several of the top buttons undone to show more of her cleavage. She put her jacket back on and looked at herself again. 

That was better, she looked professional but sexy. Exactly the look she was going for. For one last business woman effect she grabbed a leather bound notebook and held it in her arms. She smiled to herself in the mirror, pleased with the way she looked. Lake gave a slow sigh to steady her nerves before she walked out of the bedroom.

She grabbed her car keys off the hook beside the door, and her purse from the hook on the back of the door and left her small apartment, locking it behind her. She had no idea how long this interview would last, but if it went well, she would be gone at least all day.

Lake got several looks from people with their small screaming children as she walked through the parking lot to her car. She ignored them. She felt confident today, and confidence was a good thing. 

The engine of her car started up and she backed out of the parking spot and started off to her interview, the address programmed into her GPS so she wouldn't get lost along the way. It was about an hour drive if there was no traffic. The route was fairly simple until the end of it, so she turned on her stereo to listen to some music while she drove.

The vibrations of the car bouncing along the road gave her an uncomfortable sensation between her legs. She was starting to get frustrated that she had made it a rule not to touch herself this morning. It also didn't help that each large bump in the road would make her breasts bounce against the seat belt that restrained her and separated them so precisely in the middle.

An hour of driving and Lake was glad she hadn't bothered to put on blush when she put her make up on earlier. Her cheeks were a soft pink from her arousal. It took away from her business woman look, but added to her sex appeal she felt.

Finally, she turned down her music and got off the highway, now following the directions of her GPS to the location of her interview. When she found the drive that she needed to turn into, her heart dropped some. It was at least a mile long, and it was all gravel.

By the time Lake reached the end of the drive she could feel a moistness between her legs, and having chose to not wear panties, she hoped it hadn't left a wet spot on her skirt. She parked her car and got out, one hand feeling at her butt to see if her skirt was wet. Relief. It was still dry. 

***

"She's here Master."

"Excellent."

"Shall I bring her to you when she reaches the door?"

"No, I want to test her first. Entertain her for a while. I'll watch through the cameras."

"Yes, Master."

***

Lake walked up to the door, her purse over her shoulder and her leather bound notebook in hand. She took a deep breath and reached out to ring the doorbell. Before her finger even touched it the door opened. There stood beautiful woman with waist length black hair that draped over her shoulders, covering her perfectly shaped breasts. She was clad in a white lace corset with white stockings and heels to match, and her scarlet lipstick made her skin look pale under her dark hair.

"Hi," Lake suddenly found herself feeling very uncomfortable. "I'm here to see-"

"Master, he is expecting you of course, please come in." The taller girl stepped to the side and opened the door wider for Lake, inviting her in with a gesture of the arm.

The house was elaborately decorated and immaculately clean. Lake found herself almost afraid to breathe for fear that she might make it dirty.

"I'm Dianna," the girl introduced herself. "If you'll follow me, Master is busy at the moment. He's asked me to entertain you until he can get away from work."

"Oh, alright," Lake was worried that she had already failed her interview since she seemed to be being escorted around by the help. "So, what kind of work do you do for him?" She asked Dianna nervously.

"I'm a slave," the girl responded nonchalantly. "I've been with Master for about four years now. This way," she motioned Lake through a door at the end of a hallway.

The door led down a flight of steps that was lit by small lights glowing on either side of the wall. The bottom of the staircase opened up into one huge room. The walls were painted a deep red that made the room look dim even though it was well lit. Inside were all manner of devices. The main centerpiece to the room was a king sized bed, it was covered in a single leather fitted sheet and had four sturdy posts and several rails for a headboard and footboard that already had restraints secured to them. The rest of the room was a collection of things that Lake could never have imagined. A suspension system in one corner of the room, a St. Andrew's Cross in another, an assortment of whips, chains and floggers hanging from the wall, a large table with numerous sex toys, and a machine that Lake didn't even want to try to imagine working.

"This is Master's playroom," Dianna said as she pushed past Lake, who stood frozen in shock. Perhaps she was in over her head. Sex for money had seemed like a decent way for her to get rich quick at her age, but now she was beginning to wonder if she should have explored the world of bondage a little more before agreeing to any kind of interview.

While she was standing in shock she failed to notice that Dianna was examining her body until the taller girl stepped forward and abruptly grabbed her ass.

"No panties on I see," she said. "That's good." Then she walked off towards the table full of equipment.

Lake suddenly felt violated. "He-he told me not to bother wearing any," she stammered.

Dianna nodded as she walked back with something held in her hand.

"Pull up your skirt"

"What?"

"Pull up your skirt and put this on." She was holding a small vibrating flower that was worn like a pair of panties.

"I... I've never used anything like this... I'm a virgin."

"It's alright, just put this on."

Lake swallowed and nodded, taking the device and stepping her legs through the holes. She pulled it up over her ass. It felt like a very awkward thong, and Lake wasn't at all sure she liked it. It was cold and pressed against her clit in a way that made her feel exposed and vulnerable. As she tried to move it to make it more comfortable, she noticed that Dianna was slipping her panties off and tossing them on the floor.

"There's something you need to do before your interview with Master begins," she said.

Lake looked at Dianna uncertainly. "And what's that?" she asked nervously.

"Pleasure me."

Lake looked stunned. She had realized that the interview would involve doing something with the man interviewing her, but she had no expectations that it would involve another woman.

"I-I don't think I can..."

Dianna walked over to the wall and grabbed one of the whips. She came back and stood behind Lake.

"Get on your knees."

"I've never done anything with a woman before," her breath was starting to come in short gasps as she felt more nervous.

Lake could tell that Dianna had been through extensive training. When she answered the door she had seemed shy, but now Lake was seeing a completely different side of the black haired girl.

"I said on your knees." The crack of the whip sounded through the room and startled Lake. Out of fear she dropped down to her knees, forgetting how far it was to the floor in heels, and wincing in pain as the crack of her kneecaps on concrete mimicked the sound the whip had made.

The short blonde was terrified at what she may have gotten herself into as Dianna walked in front of her. When Lake looked up she found that her face was just at the level of the other woman's cleanly shaven pussy.

"Now lick, slut."

Lake looked up into the stern gaze of the green eyed woman and nodded hesitantly. Slowly she leaned forward, able to smell how aroused the other woman was as she got closer. With her mouth parted slightly, she let her tongue slip from between her lips to lightly touch Dianna. Instantly she tasted something that was sweet but at the same time bitter. It wasn't all together unpleasant, but it was certainly a flavor that Lake was unaccustomed to.

"I said lick it like the slut you are," came Dianna's voice. And then a rough hand was wrapped in Lake's long blonde hair, pushing her lips against Dianna's pussy. At first Lake panicked because she was unable to breathe, but the more she struggled the harder Dianna would push her face into her crotch. In her panic Lake opened her mouth and then a moan met her ears and the pressure loosened up some. 

Lake looked up at Dianna to see an expression of lust on her face, hear head tilted back some from the initial enjoyment of touch. The young blonde swallowed hard and looked back at Lake's pussy, this time determined to provide the other woman with more pleasure. Still timid, she slide her tongue along the slit between Dianna's pussy lips. This time she got more of the tangy taste that had previously met her tongue, and Lake decided that it had a subtle fruity taste to it that made it more pleasant. 

Still nervous about it being her first time doing anything with anyone, let alone a woman, Lake tried to focus on that sweet taste that had met her lips. She let her tongue caress in between the soft folds of skin as it tried to seek out more flavor. Soft noises of enjoyment were filling the room as Lake because less timid with her tongue and explored more of Dianna's pussy.

As she became more comfortable Lake moved her hands up to rest on Dianna's hips, pulling her closer as she tried to let her tongue dip inside the older woman. When she finally did a deep moan accompanied by a shiver came from Dianna. Lake looked up at her, trying to give a sexy glance. 

What Lake failed to notice was the remote that was in Dianna's hand. Lake was letting her tongue circle and dip inside Dianna when there was a low buzz and she jumped. The vibrator that Dianna had made her put on had been activated, and it gave Lake the sensation of being tickled at first.

"Turn it back off," she whined.

"It's not for the slut to decide what she gets," Dianna responded. And instead of turning it off she turned it on higher.

Lake instinctively moved to pull the vibrator away from her sensitive regions. Having never before been touched with such rapid vibrations, it was too much for Lake to handle. But as she moved her hands a whip fell across the back of them, hitting on of her thighs as well.

"Leave it," was the harsh command.

Lake felt tears stinging her eyes from the crack of the whip and the overstimulation she was experiencing, and she lay down on the floor trying to catch her breath. The vibrations were painful on her young clit.

"It won't be long and you'll be begging me for more," Dianna said "just like the slut you know you are."

Lake felt her face flush deeply as the vibrations started to become less painful and more pleasurable. Before she was able to push herself back up, she felt Dianna grab her by the hair and pull her back to her knees. Lake let out a noise of pain as Dianna dragged her across the ground. The blonde was crawling as fast as she could, but still falling behind as Dianna moved towards a chair and sat down. As Lake caught up the sensation between her legs had stopped hurting.

Lake was feeling that warm sensation growing between her legs, spreading through her body and making the flush on her cheeks spread down her chest and onto her breasts.

"You want it now don't you, you little slut," Dianna said as she turned off the vibrator.

Lake let out a whimper at the loss of sensation that had become enjoyable. Dianna slid down some in the chair so that the edges of her ass cheeks were hanging off the edge. She looked down at Lake with no expression on her face as she spoke.

"Please me enough and I'll turn it back on."

Lake nodded, less timid now that her head had started to grow foggy with lust. She leaned forward to put her face in between the black haired woman's thighs. The younger woman rested her hands on Dianna's hips as she pressed her lips against Dianna's pussy, parting it with her tongue. The taste was sweeter than ever now that she desired it, and she found herself more eager to lick Dianna now. She let her tongue circle the other woman's clit in small slow circles, applying as much pressure as she could.

Dianna was letting out soft moans and running her fingers through Lake's hair as the girl worked her tongue and lips. Lake slide her tongue down to plunge it inside Dianna, making her toss her black hair back as she moaned, tightening her grip on the smooth blonde hair that was tangled in her fingers. 

"Just like that you little whore, lick my pussy,"

Lake felt her cheeks burning to Dianna's words, but she made her licking more eager, flicking her tongue over Dianna's clit and alternating between the textured top and smooth bottom. She wanted the vibrator back on, and Lake was determined that she would please Dianna if that's what it took.

Lake found herself moving her hips against the small flower between her legs in a rhythm that matched the way that she was licking Dianna. As Dianna's breath started coming in shorter more ragged gasps, Lake found that she was breathing more irregularly as well. She moaned against Dianna's pussy, letting her feel the vibrations through her clit. Dianna's hips jerked against Lake's face in response and Lake moaned again. She found herself becoming lost in the pleasant maze that was Dianna's body; she was running her hands along Dianna's thighs, her nails leaving small scratch marks in their wake. 

Lake could tell that Dianna was starting to lose herself in pleasure so she took advantage of the moment to make a bold move, her hands resting for a moment on Dianna's knees before she forced the older girl's legs wide apart, burying her face in Dianna's pussy with intense vigor. Lake could feel Dianna's body shaking against her, and Lake tested how far she could go by biting gently down on Dianna's clit.