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Christmas Lay

By: cliffypoo



It was Christmas Eve, 2000, and the boys of the teen-pop group 98 Degrees were staying with Nick and Drew Lachey's parents for the holiday. Everyone (Nick, Drew, Jeff, Justin, and Nick and Drew's Parents) was sitting around the fire in the den, caroling and drinking hot cider. They stayed up until about 10pm, then they decided to retire for the evening. Drew said his good-nights, then headed upstairs to his bedroom, his parents and Justin did the same, leaving Nick and Jeff in the den, on the sofa watching 'It's a Wonderful Life'...

No words were spoken from either one of them, but occasionally one would glance over to the other and flash a subtle grin, then look back to the television. Nick let out a sigh and picked up the remote, and said, "Do you mind if I change it?"

"No, it's cool," Jeff replied. Nick proceeded to search for a program worth watching, when he landed on MTV, which just happened to have a Ricky Martin concert special showing. "Oh, SHIT!" Nick thought to himself. "Ricky is SUCH A CUTIE!" he continued his thought. Nick was secretly gay. No one knew at all. Absolutely NO ONE. We're talkin' a MAJOR CLOSET CASE. But he definitely knew that he was, and that it wasn't just a phase, no doubt about that.

Nick looked over to Jeff and said, "Man, I hope we can tour with him someday. He's such an awesome performer." Jeff agreed, "Yah, that would be fuckin' cool!" In Nicks mind, he was thinking, "Fuckin' right it would be! To be able to fuck that cute little Puerto Rican ass EVERY NIGHT on that bus....mmmm...." They continued to watch the show for about 10 more minutes, when Jeff looked over to Nick's lap, not helping but to notice the enormous bulge pointing down his thigh in his pants. Jeff's mouth fell open, and he thought, "HOLY SHIT!" Nick quickly flashed a look over at Jeff, and Jeff quickly picked his chin up off the floor and stared at the television, pretending not to see anything. Nick slowly turned his head facing back forward, beginning to feel his face blush. "Oh shit. He saw my hard-on," he thought. He slowly reached between them and grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap, then his hands folded on top of the pillow. He then slowly moved his eyes over to Jeff. Still watching television. Then he moved his eyes downward, to Jeff's crotch. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! HE'S HARD TOO!" he thought in utter excitement. "Wow...I always thought that he was gay...or at least bi," he thought.

He decided to be brave as a mother fucker, and said, "So...do you think Ricky's cute?" Jeff, raising his eyebrows and developing a look of confusion, surprise, and excitement on his face at the same time, said, "Um...what?"

"You heard me. Do you think Ricky Martin is hot?"

"Um...uh...well...I guess...I mean, he's not like...ugly," he replied, stammering. "Me, too. I bet he has an awesome dick," Nick said, trying to get Jeff to open up, in more ways than one. Jeff grinned, then bit his bottom lip. Nick, seeming to get braver by the second, shot out another question for Jeff. "Do you think I'M cute?" Jeff said, "Well...um...well...uh...yes...I guess..." Nick then said, "Well I think you're GORGEOUS." Jeff began to blush, then said, "Oh...really? Thanks..."

"Okay. I know, Jeff. You're a fag. It's okay. I'm cool with that. I am too. No one knows. Except YOU."

"Oh...well...yah you're right. I like da boyz...and...I think you're fucking HOT AS HELL...," Jeff replied, then placing his hand over his mouth and saying, "Oh God...did I just say that out loud?" Nick nodded his head, flashing to Jeff a half-grin. They stared at each other for a few moments, then back to the television. Ricky was over. It was 10:30pm. Their dicks were still hard.

Jeff asked Nick, "So...you tired at all?"

"Nope."

"Ah..."

"Why, are you?" Nick asked. "Oh, no. I'm fine." Jeff replied. Jeff then got up and walked over and sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, which was barely flickering. He took off his turtleneck sweater, revealing the wife-beater he wore underneath, and his perfectly chisled torso. Nick's jaw slowly opened in awe. "Jesus. Look at that fucking body!" he thought. Nick's cock was still hard as a rock. He couldn't see if Jeff was still hard from where he was sitting. Jeff then stretched and laid on his back, with his head facing the fireplace, just gazing into the hypnotic flames. Nick just stared at Jeff's beautiful physique for about 5 or 10 minutes, then asked in a very quiet whisper, "Jeff? You asleep?" No reply. He asked again; still no reply. He saw his chest moving up and down in sync with his breathing, indicating he was asleep.

Nick stood up from the sofa, removed his turtleneck sweater and shoes, leaving nothing on his body except for his navy blue Docker's khakis. He then crept over to where Jeff lay, then knelt down beside him, then on both knees, just staring at Jeff's amazing body. "He's like a little angel..." he thought. He glanced up at the clock. 10:58pm. Jeff was flat on his back, with his arms stretched under his head, and his dick was still VERY much erect. Nick pinched Jeff's right nipple to see if he was really asleep. No movement. He hoped he was asleep. Nick wanted Jeff so badly. Ever since the first day they met. And tonight, he was going to fulfill his desire...

He carefully reached over and unbuttoned Jeff's jeans, then unzipped them. "Ahhh...no undies. Why Jeff, how cute..." he whispered to himself. Pulling Jeff's massive cock out, Nick's mouth dropped once again, in awe of it's size. Nick estimated it to be approximately 10 inches long, and about 2 inches in width. Jeff began to move. Nick almost shit himself, then jumped back up and onto the sofa. Jeff opened his eyes, then raised his head, looking down his stomach to his cock standing straight up. "Um...OH MY GOD," he said. "Oh God...I'm sorry, Jeff. But I've had the BIGGEST crush on you ever since I met you."

"No...it's okay. I'm just in shock because I have always hoped we would...'DO' something...I have had a crush on you forever too...," Jeff replied. "Really? Wow," Nick said. "So...do you want to...do something?" Jeff asked. "Really? Are you sure?" Nick asked in sheer excitement. "Yes. I'm sure. You can come back over and finish whatever you started *wink*..."

Nick stood up, again revealing his 9" cock bulge in his pants. He walked over to Jeff, spread his legs and placed one knee on each side of Jeff's smooth chest. Nick then began massaging Jeff's chest, then his sinewy, sexy arms, then leaned down and kissed him. A long, sensuous kiss. Nick pulled away, staring into Jeff's beautiful gray eyes. He off his knees, then sat next to Jeff's legs, and slowly began to stroke Jeff's giant manhood. He then leaned forward and licked the head, then continued to move it into his mouth as far as it would go. He was sucking as hard as he could, moving slowly, enjoying every moment. He continued sucking for about 5 minutes, then lifted his head completely off Jeff's cock. "Goddamn Nick...where did you learn to suck like that?" Jeff asked. 

"Oh...just...practice I guess *half-grin*," Nick replied. They both smiled at each other, then Jeff sat up and removed his shirt and pants. Nick removed his pants also. "So...feel up for some suckin'?" Nick asked Jeff. "Of course *wink*," Jeff answered. Nick moved up to the sofa and sat, and Jeff planted his knees on the floor in front of him. He grabbed Nick's dick and licked it gently, from the base to the tip, then back down, leading to his balls, in which he licked and sucked for quite sometime. He then licked Nick's cock up and down some more, then proceeded to put his lips around the head, indulging every savory taste of his manhood. He moved his head up and down, faster and faster until Nick let out a subtle moan, then Jeff lifted his head off Nick's dick. 

Nick leaned down and they passionately kissed. Nick's cock was so hard that it was throbbing. Jeff stood up and slowly moved toward Nick, smiling, indicating it was time for booty blastin'. Nick smiled back, kissed his neck, then placed his hands on Jeff's perfectly shaped ass, pulling him forward. Jeff held Nick's giant cock and aimed it for his tight ass, then Jeff sat on his cock, slowly sliding down, letting out a long, quiet moan. Jeff was riding Nick very slowly, kissing him at the same time. Nick then placed his hands around Jeff's waist, pulling him up and pushing him down harder and faster. Jeff began to moan, in sync with Nick's strong, yet gentle thrusts. 

They continued for 10 or 15 minutes, then Nick began to moan, and he pulled himself out of Jeff. Jeff was moaning too, then he began to jack Nick off, leading to an explosive orgasm. Nick was grunting and moaning as he shot his load all over his hard, smooth stomach, and all over Jeff's hand. Jeff then licked Nick's cum-covered stomach, then kissed his way up to his pouty lips. Jeff moved his cock up to Nick's face, and Nick began sucking Jeff's hard cock.

Nick then started to jack Jeff off, then Jeff grabbed his own cock and jacked himself off until ejaculation, cumming all over Nick's face. Nick opened his mouth to attempt to catch some of Jeff's warm, thick juice. Nick was surprised at how long Jeff's orgasm had lasted. He kept cumming and cumming! Finally, he stopped, moaning, then he slid down and they kissed for a few moments. Nick then said, "Wow. That was even better than what I expected."

"Same here," Jeff replied. Jeff then leaned forward and laid his head on Nick's chest, then closed his eyes. They stayed there for quite sometime. About 20 minutes had passed, and they had both drifted off to sleep, maintaining their positions, when Nick woke and looked at the clock. It was 12:04am. He whispered as softly as he could, "Merry Christmas, my sleeping beauty..."

Christmas Leave



Based on a story told to me by a young soldier.

*

I hear the whump, whump of the crashing waves through my sleep fogged brain. We must have left the balcony door open after that last love making session we had out there under the pacific moon. I reach out for you only to find you not there, no worry, you are probably just using the bathroom. I bury myself under the covers to wait for your return and think of how we got here. 

Two days ago I was still wondering if I would get to see you when the final OK came down. I knew you were already on the way here. As soon as the First Sergeant said it was a go, it was a race. A race to grab my AWOL bag and get to the helipad before the last bird of the day took off, a race across the flight line into flight ops at Bahgram to get on that C-17 heading to Kadena Okinawa and then onto Hickam at Honolulu. I sat tensed as an over coiled spring until the big transport airplane lifted off from that dirty shit hole of Afghanistan where I had been without you for the past 10 months. My joy of getting off the ground and heading toward you was tempered knowing I would be heading back in a short week. I know, I volunteered for the Army volunteered for my unit and as such really volunteered for Afghanistan. No matter how much we train for it, nobody wants to actually fight a war. This is my fourth time back since 2001 and inside you know the law of averages catches up with you one day. It may not be a bullet or a homemade bomb, hell it could just be a tired truck driver hitting you head on after he falls asleep after 30 hours behind the wheel.

Landing at Hickam I see you as I come in the door. My god, I have never seen you any more beautiful, not even on out wedding day. The soft pastel sundress with the Hawaiian print drapes your 5 foot 8 inch body just enough to accent your curves and does little to hid them. You long blonde hair hangs over your shoulders in waves and I see the slight protrusion of your nipples pressing out through the dress from your braless chest. I am tired, grungy and need a shower after almost 2 days on a plane. You don't care as you wrap your arms around me and mold your warm soft curves into me. We match perfectly, our bodies fold into the right places our lips align for the kiss that we know is coming. I fall into those fabulous blue eyes as I drink from your soft warm lips I am overwhelmed with emotions and the warmth of your skin. I fight back the tears but hold you against me even tighter afraid to let you go, afraid it was all a dream. Eventually we slid apart my eyes staring into yours as we hold hands and go out the door getting a cab to out hotel. We kiss in the cab as it winds its way to the Hale Koa. The kisses are light, almost chaste at times, tasting what we had missed along the way. We sit so close that our bodies are molded as one and all we need to do is to slightly move our heads to kiss again. 

Arriving at the hotel you take my hand past the open air desk and into the elevator quickly, molding yourself to me. The shock of really being there wearing off I start responding in more traditional ways. You feel me hardening against your thigh and my kisses get more demanding. Fortunately we are alone in the small elevator since my hands start to wander across the curves of your body. I bet the security guys got an eyeful. 

As the chime dinged and the door opened you pull away from me giggling and began running down the hall. I chase you and catch you at the door to our room. Pinning you against the door I began grinding my now full hardness against the round curves of your ass. You tell me to "Behave" as pull the room key from your small purse and finally get the door open despite my constant pawing. 

Almost falling inside we both laugh as we stumble inside. I shut the door and double lock it not wanting any interruptions. I stopped at the bathroom door and began to remove my shirt. You turn and look at me with a question look. 

I tell you "I want to rinse off first." 

You shake your head and with a voice that sounds almost like an animals growl you say "Noooo" then reach out and take my hand dragging me into the room and dumping me onto the bed. 

Before I know it you have straddled my waist well really right below my hips. I feel your fingers working on the belt, button and zipper of my uniform. Then you pull my pants and underwear down in one motion rising up to push the material under you. Feel the air condition blowing around my hardened cock. Walking up on your knees you raise your skirt so I can see the small wisps of silk that are your panties. Taking one hand you take me in your grasp and using the head of cock you brush the panties to one side smearing my pre cum across your tanned and bare skin before stuffing me inside you. When you get about an inch in you let go with your hand and began rolling your hips in circles working me into you with accompanying grunts and sighs. Our fluids began to mix making it easier to work me up inside of you. By now the skirt has fallen back down blocking my few of being inside you but I began stroking the insides of your tanned muscled thighs. You lean back and roll your hips forward and finally settle down on me all the way with a grunt and a satisfied groan. You sit still for a moment before you smile with your eyes closed and began rocking your hips back and forth slightly. In between the mewls that turn to growls and groans your rocking becomes more pronounced and I feel the wetness forming between us. Opening your eyes with a snap your reach up and pull your C cup tanned breast free of your dress top. I see the pale pink nipples already tight with pleasure. You reach down and take both my hands placing one on each breast and urge me to caress your nipples. I stroked, twist and pinch softly. Each time adding an accent of a sigh or groan to the growing concert of your pleasurable noises. 

The gasp that starting our love making have grown to panting and your rocking is now you rising and falling my entire length driving me into the bed as you bottom out. Your ass slaps into my hips with a sharp thwack each time you trust me into you. I reach back to grab your ass to slow you down so I don't come right now. As I palm each ass cheek in my hands and my fingers meet along the crack of your ass I grasp your firmly. You dig your fingernails into my upper arms as your orgasm rips trough your body.

You drive yourself down onto me and hold yourself there, your muscles rigid, your hard thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream I feel you trembling almost convulsively against me before I loose it as well. With a grunt and growling groan I feel a years worth of sexual abstinence come to an end. My hips drive up into you driving me further into your pulsing wet core as the pulsing jets travel through my body and out my cock flooding you with ropes of release. In between pulses I try to drive more of me into you twice, 3, 4 times. Each time your breasts bounce and roll with the force of my thrusts. 

I collapse back into the bed and your follow a few seconds later, little shivers still coursing through your body. I pull you to my chest and wrap you in my arms keeping you safe as your pleasure winds down.

I think we both fall asleep when I feel you stir on top of me I open my eyes to she your hair covering one half of your face. I reach up and sweep the hair from your face as I kiss you softly we both mouth the words "I Love You" You open my shirt and began placing little kisses along my chest and I feel myself stirring getting hard in you again.

A bright flash right outside the window and louder boom shakes the bed and makes me think I should shut the patio doors. I hear running feet in the darkness, that last bit of thunder must of frightened you, I feel banging on the side of the bed and hear 

"WAKE UP DAMN IT, MORTAR ATTACK!!!"

Honolulu is gone, reality is back. I am grabbing my gear and weapon as Hadji is dropping mortars on the base camp and it's all been a dream, a wonderful but tragic dream. Merry Christmas from Afghanistan.



Christmas Lighte



She calls herself Lighte. She is Filipina, of a petite build and slender physique that gives her an aura of permanent youth. Long, straight, black hair trails down her entire back, finally terminating around her waist, where the tips tend to dangle in a state of restlessness. The visage of a model is broken by a round face, cutely wide nose, and a perpetually bashful expression. Rather than being flaws, these human features on a body of inhuman allure only serves to make her complete.

And him? He stands several inches higher, of similar complexion, but with Caucasian features inherited from his mother. A mess of black hair scrabbles at his forehead but stops just short of interrupting his field of vision. Though by no means an imposing specimen, he towers easily over his partner, who stands before him, eyes closed in euphoria as warm water rains down on her back. Beads join and form rivulets that travel along the thick tresses of her hair before falling freely to the drain below.

His lips meet hers in a firm, confident kiss that challenges her trepidation and threatens to incinerate her soul with its intensity. It is the smallest, most gentlest of kisses, yet all of their passion surges through the tips of tongues and corners of lips that barely touch, condensed like sunlight through a magnifying glass into a razor-thin beam that leaves them both feeling that the kiss must burn.

He reaches forward and takes her hands, which cover her body in a futile attempt at modesty. As she hesitates, his hands move to her wrists and pivot her, forcefully pressing her back against the cold tile of the shower wall. The contrast from the hot water makes her gasp, and his mouth once again meets hers, dominating the part of her that is trying, unsuccessfully, to draw in a shaky breath.

His firm touch wears at her insecurity, and as she begins to relax, his grip on her wrists loosens, allowing her hands to wrap tightly around his trunk. He cups her face with both hands and closes his eyes into the kiss, allowing them both to float into a state of trance, where the universe blurs to bring that one singular kiss into focus.

His kisses begin to move down her body, pausing at her throat to mark her flesh, once again at her nipples to suck gently, and at her navel, exploring the small depression and casting her deeper into a state of erogenous hypnosis. His tongue slowly makes its way lower, beginning to lap at the periphery of her mound as she leans back against the wall, transfixed, either unable or unwilling to move away. Just before his tongue meets her clit, he reaches to the side and turns off the stream of water. The sudden silence draws her out of her reverie, and the blush returns to her face immediately as her eyes snap open.

They both step out before taking turns using a towel to dry each other. He kisses her left breast, just over her heart, then leads her to the bedroom. There, he takes a box out of the closet and hands it to her. Lighte puts on the collar, the cat ears, and the fingerless paw mittens. All that is left now is a soft tail that lays between her two hands, attached to a small plastic bulb. He takes the tail from her hands, then places the plastic end to her lips. His own mouth meets hers, and their tongues travel around the plastic bulb to meet, coating the surface of it with saliva.

When he breaks the kiss, Lighte asks him to help her with the tail. "What do you want me to do with it?" he asks quietly, his breath warm against her skin.

She blushes and struggles to answer, as if ashamed of her own desire. "Can you insert it..." She bends over and rests her hands on her knees. "... Here?"

He nods at her, putting a hand on her shoulder to support her as his other hand presses the plastic end firmly against her rear opening. He considers forcing her to provide a more direct answer, but his selfless mind tells him to protect her pride, while his selfish mind tells him to break her more slowly. So instead, he waits as she instinctively tenses up before beginning to relax at his touch. When her breathing is steady, he whispers in her ear, "Lean back."

As she falls back against his hand, her hole stretches around the bulb, engulfing it and leaving only the soft tail, which hangs tantalizingly from her backside.

"Good girl."

Her knees weaken as his words, and he has to step to the side to support her. Humiliated but wanting, she wants not to offer herself, but to be taken. Gently, she is guided to the bed, where her arms and legs are secured to the corners of the bed with pine green silk rope. As if in imitation of her helplessness, her stomach knots in nervous anticipation as he begins wrapping Christmas lights around her bound arms and legs, stopping just below her knees and elbows.

With the lights out, the scene is surreal, lit only by the multicolor glow emanating from Lighte's naked body. Her flesh tingles at the slight heat given off by the lights. Her partner's body lays flat against hers as his self-control wanes and he is drawn irresistibly to her lips, sating just enough of his desire to continue working her closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Ask," he murmurs, his eyes reflecting pinks, yellows, and greens as they smolder into hers. She looks back, her eyes darker with no glimmer shining directly into them but her gaze no less intense. "Break me," she croaks through a voice choked with excitement.

So it begins. His fingertips graze over her neck, her armpits, her ribs. Her back arches and she thrashes back and forth, tossing her head from side to side helplessly. She cries and pleads as his fingers find her sides and stomach. Sweat beads on her skin as she tries to pull away from the gentlest touches. The sensations are delicate but excruciating, and soon she is out of breath, adding to her distress. She feels lightheaded, and the room becomes a haze which she is anchored to only by the ropes securing her and the feathery touch torturing her sensitive flesh.

Lighte cracks. "I'll... Whatever you want."

He returns her desperate gaze with a soft, relaxed one. "What *do* I want?"

There is a pause. "Put it in me," she pleads. He shows no indication of having heard her, his fingers continuing to dance up and down her body. Then, neither quietly nor loudly, the words, "Fuck me," escape her dried lips.

Scarcely have the words left her mouth when he is. His hands close around her throat just above her collar as she is impaled on his manhood. She is breathless thrice over, out of breath from her torment, in shock from the organ inside of her, and held captive by the fingers constricting her windpipe. Her toes curl and her hands open and close uselessly. Drool forms at the corner of her mouth. Her sight and hearing dim, but she knows she is being taken.

For her, a paradoxical strength exists inside of her weakness, so virulent that her innocence can be shattered time and again. She is a virgin that can be touched, invaded, filled, and still be broken anew every night.

He retracts slightly, poised to push forward into her core again. This time, his hands release her throat, the force of his thrust rendering her breathless at precisely the moment she would have taken in a breath of air. By the time she recovers, his mouth is clamped over hers, her nose pinched shut between his fingers. Lighte begins to twitch and struggle, writhing under him, but instead of letting go of her, he instead takes a breath through his nose and passes it through her mouth. As her cheeks swell, she begins to work with him, accepting the hot, moist air like some kind of ritualistic CPR. Through their silent breathing, the only sound in the room is the quiet sloshing as Lighte's hips rock against his, his throbbing manhood steadily working in and out of her.

Finally he relents, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, sinking his teeth into her neck. Immediately she begins taking in large gulps of cool air, the sudden rush of oxygen making her even more lightheaded as he marks her flesh again and again. His teeth tug at strange, oblique angles as the force of his thrusts ripples through both of their bodies. He reaches for her breasts with his free hand, cupping and squeezing the velvet-soft mounds and teasing the dark nubs between his fingers. Lighte whimpers quietly, blissfully helpless.

When his lips finally return to hers she kisses back feverishly, embracing him with her lips, unable to do the same with her arms even as she pushes herself closer to him. He reaches for her hands, gripping one of her wrists and offering the wrist on his other arm to her open hand, which she clumsily grips through the soft paw-like mitten. She feels strong, the control now a mutual circuit that travels clockwise through closed grips. Their eyes lock in the dim light as their rhythm hastens, her hips now rising to meet his with almost as much urgency as his. His movements become more violent and forceful as his carnal lust yearns toward its peak. Lighte feels almost as if she is falling in slow motion into some bottomless pit, yet somehow they are only moving closer and closer to one another in some grand denial of rational logic. The universe begins to spin around them as his cock pistons in and out of her, finally pressing almost painfully against her as he empties hot ropes of his seed into her womb.

When he pulls out, he senses the buzz surrounding her entire body. Immediately he moves down, his lips locking over her clit as he grabs the tail and begins pumping it in and out of her viciously. The bed frame creaks as she pulls at the rope, sliding further and further into the pit threatening to engulf her. She twitches and bucks in her bondage, emitting a pitiful whine as she climaxes, her moisture filling his mouth.

Mere seconds later, she is asleep, a collapsed heap on the mattress. He unties her, kisses the red marks along her wrists and angles, and falls asleep beside her.



Christmas Lost



Note from jonnyrebel82: This story is unfinished and I am posting it just for his fans. If you have not read any of Joesephus' work I urge you to read some of his other stories first. I found this story on a 16 Mb USB drive I was about to throw away. (1/1000 the size of the USB drive I currently use!) I think it was something that Joesephus was working upon at the time of his death in October of 2007. It is clearly a first draft. You will find inconsistencies in details like sending or not sending emails, characters ages and the length of the marriage. These show how his thinking about a story and characters changed as he wrote. They would have been fixed before the story was posted. I left those in for two reasons. First is I am not qualified to fix them. Second is that I am not sure how he intended them to end up. 

There is a hint at the end of where the story was going, but not of the ending. That was also typical of Joesephus. He did not use a formal outline. Instead he would write a series of comments and start writing, leaving the comments at the end. As the story passed the point of the comment he would erase it. He frequently did not know exactly how a story would end and would make massive changes based on responses from his editors and first readers.

Finally, at the end of this draft I have included the comments of Erik Thread who did what he called "light editing" fixing several hundred typos and minor mistakes in grammar. He offered to make another pass, but I think it is too much to ask. Besides, I think some of the mistakes give some insight into just how much editors helped Joesephus. I know that sometimes his stories would go through as many as ten revisions. 

So, if you are a fan, enjoy this for what it is. If you are a writer and want to take a shot at an ending, I know that Joesephus would approve. He always hoped someone would write an alternative ending to some of his stories. I am still hoping someone will write a finish to Dilemma.

*

I looked down at the gorgeous young nurse in front of me. I corrected myself, she wasn't gorgeous but what she was doing was. On her knees with her face on the bed she was spreading both of her ass cheeks for me to apply the Astroglide® to her virgin anus. I'm a heart surgeon, but no proctologist ever used more care inserting a digit than I. 

When I thought I'd put enough on her I applied a generous amount to my dick. I was as hard as I can ever remember, anal sex was something my wife had refused to even consider and now I was just seconds away from finding out how good it could be.  

I pushed in slowly, I knew that she needed time for the muscle to relax even though she was more than willing. I barely had the head all the way in when she screeched for me to stop. Her hands were now clutching the sheets so fiercely, I didn't need to see her face to understand the depth of her pain. I on the other hand was feeling mildly disappointed. I expected more pressure and after about thirty seconds I pushed farther into her. Again she screeched like I was murdering her but this time she didn't ask me to stop so I didn't until I was fully inside her.

When I began to withdraw she actually shrieked as her hands flew back to claw my rump to hold me in. "Please, not yet let me adjust for just a minute. Please you have no idea how much this hurts."

Frankly, I didn't give a damn how much it hurt, but I waited knowing that if I didn't she might not let me finish. After what I thought might be a minute, I began pulling out again but slowly. She moaned her pain, but she didn't ask me to stop. I pushed back in and heard her grunt in discomfort.

I used both hands to spread her cheeks to see my dick in her asshole. I didn't doubt this was her first time, but it just didn't feel any tighter than her pussy, or my wife's pussy for that matter.

Even though it didn't feel any tighter, the sight of my dick buried in an ass and the idea of what I was finally doing set me off. I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to pump into her and I ignored her muffled cries as she bit down on a wad of sheet. Perhaps three or four minutes later she pulled away taking my dick all the way out of her.

Looking over her shoulder, I saw the tears running down her cheeks. "Please put some more lube on, its getting very dry and it really hurts."

I could also see her anus gaping open in a most erotic fashion. I grabbed the little bottle and squirted half of it into her orifice then put more on my dick. Without waiting for her assent I pushed into her and was again struck by how much it felt like her pussy.

Nevertheless, a few minutes later I was finished. I pushed down on her so I was lying on top of her, my dick still buried in her ass. I kissed the top of her hair before I realized that it was sweat soaked. This must have been harder on her than I thought. Still, she'd volunteered for this with "no strings attached," but I still felt guilty. I'd never used a woman like this, with no concern for her own pleasure.

As I rolled off her, pulling out with a sleazy sound, I thought "I cheated for the first time for this?" Aloud I said, "Shelia, that was even better than I'd dreamed it would be. I'm sorry I was a bit rough, but you got me so turned on I just couldn't control myself."

Turning to face me she replied, "It made it special for me knowing that I was doing something for you that your wife wouldn't? I'll do it again if you'd like, but could we just make love next?"

Before I could answer my emergency phone went off. I leaned across Shelia to grab it, accidentally planting my hand on her abused rectum. "Dr. Nelson, what are the vitals?" Shelia moaned.

"Where are you? I'm sorry to use this..."

I cut my wife off, instantly furious. "I told you never to use this number, it's only to be used for transplants. I told you that I was expecting a heart this evening and I'm at the hospital. I'll call you in a little bit."

I ended the call and muttered, "That damn bitch! I'm sorry she knows not to use that line and..." the phone rang again.

This time I checked the caller ID and it was the hospital. "Don't hang up on me, Lindsey broke her leg jumping off the swing. It's a compound fracture and they're going to have to operate. If you can leave your whore long enough you might want to see her before they do... "

After a long pause I heard a sob and she hung up.

I sprinted to the bathroom to wash the feces I'd just noticed just below the head of my dick. I gave myself a quick sponge bath to wash Shelia scent from me. With my job I'd learned to dress in less time than it takes to tell. I was almost out of the door before I remembered to turn to Shelia and say, "My daughter broke her leg, compound fracture. I've got to get to the hospital. Sorry, next time will be better I promise."

Actually, I wasn't sure I wanted a second time. It hadn't been that good. Nothing had been that good for the last six months. Even the rush I used to get from a heart transplant had become mechanical. My whole life was one big blah. The only bright spot was my daughters. Triplets, are not uncommon when fertility drugs are used. What was very rare is that ours are monozygotic, identical. Even with fertility drugs we'd had to use in vitro fertilization to get her pregnant. Twins did run in her family, but ours were the only triplets we could find. A scientific oddity, perhaps, but they're three most wonderful three-year-olds on the planet. No, in the history of the planet!

I didn't see my wife because I used the doctors' entrance to the operating rooms. I scrubbed and talked to Lindsey before the gas passer put her under. I'm not current on orthopedics but I knew George was the best. His sutures were almost as good as mine. She wouldn't have much of a scar on that beautiful leg at all. 

I stayed with her in post-op until I knew that she'd passed all danger then I went out to face my wife of eighteen years. George had already briefed her on the surgery so I knew she'd be loaded for bear when she saw me.

She was facing the other way when I entered the waiting room. A distant part of my brain recorded that she looked nice in shorts and blouse. She'd worked hard to lose all her weight after the girls were born, and continued to firm up afterwards. Her skin was creamy white, and unwrinkled, a reflection of her zeal to use sun block anytime she was outside. Consciously, I wondered why she held so little interest for me sexually. Or any other way for that matter. She had a fine mind, she'd made senior partner at a top law firm before she left when she finally got pregnant. * [1]

Now all her attention was focused on the girls and ... she just didn't seem interesting anymore.

I think she heard me coming because she started to turn. Before I saw her face I said, "Jan, why don't we go to my office so we can talk privately." I then turned and hurried down the hall to my office. I wasn't ready to face her, and I didn't want her to start in front of others.

She was only a step behind me when I unlocked my door, and I held it open for her. As it closed behind me I looked her in the eye for the first time. I expected to see her eyes sizzling instead I saw desperate sadness.

"I'm not going to go on like this. How many does this make five? Six? I don't know why you suddenly decided that everything we've worked for doesn't matter, but if you don't get yourself under control, I'm going to take the girls and get a legal separation."

I felt my guilt transform instantly into anger. "They're my girls and I'll never let you take them. I don't care what you do, stay, go or drop dead, but I'll never let you take my girls if it takes every cent I have." My voice had been rising, but now I shouted in full roar, "Do you hear me?"

Jan's expression turned from sorrowful to stunned. I couldn't believe how hard I was breathing. I'm a very controlled person, I couldn't remember the last time I lost my temper and yelled. 

We both stood in pregnant silence as the antique grandfather clock tick-tocked in the corner. After an eternity, Jan took a deep breath and said softly, "I think it might be better if you took off for a few days and think about what you're doing. I think you might need to think about professional help."

I exploded, "I'm not crazy, who the hell do you think you are to say something like that to me? I should have a heart tonight. When I'm done we can discuss this like adults." I realized I was shouting again; I turned and left her standing in my office.

Once again fate stepped in because I hadn't taken five steps when my tether went off. The young man had been declared brain dead after three days, a motorcycle accident. Even a helmet won't protect you when you hit a parked truck doing 60 MPH. His family's loss … but it meant life for a 46 year old woman.

As my team assembled, I wondered about my patient and her family. She was almost the exact same age as Jan. I was going to be giving her family a new life at the same time I was ending my life with Jan.

It was the last personal thought I had for almost ten hours. Doing a heart transplant is the most delicate surgery currently undertaken, and I am the best. Patients fly in from all over the world to have me do their heart work, and pay top dollar for it.

I had developed several new processes, and my success rate was almost an order of magnitude better than any other heart surgeon in the world. I had the best team and the best hospital, and I was treated like the star I was.

As I walked out of the OR, I made a quick stop to tell the family that everything was going to be fine. She came through with flying colors and they should be able to visit tomorrow. I checked to make sure Lindsey had been released, then went back to my office. After I changed back into street clothes, I walked to the admissions office to pick up my paycheck. Forty thousand dollars for each hour, wasn't a bad payday. I grinned mentally, 'I wonder if I could charge time and a half for overtime next time.' Certainly there was no shortage of patients willing to pay.

As I walked out, I tried to remember which of my two new cars I had driven in. About seven months ago I'd bought both on the same day. The first was a "Flame Red Pearl" H1 Hummer with everything on it. The second was pretty red Ferrari. The two dealers were located almost across the street from each other. As I drove past them following a very difficult but successful transplant, I rationalized that one of each would cost a little less than I'd just charged. Less than an hour later I had two new cars. I drove the Ferrari off the lot and had the H1 delivered that evening.

I can't say I've gotten tired of either one, but they just weren't as special as I hoped. I grew up in a lower middle class family. With those two cars and my daughters, I had everything I'd ever dreamed about. I was at the top of my field and had all that went with that. I had an incredible home, a beautiful wife, a private plane—everything, absolutely everything. My problem was, I realized, that my life was more than half over and I wasn't happy.

I looked down at the check in my hand, glanced at my watch and realized the banks wouldn't open for another eight hours. Getting my payment immediately after surgery was another quirk I'd developed in the last year. The first time, I did it just to see how far I could push my star status. I then took that check and walked into a small bank where I opened an account for close to a half million. I wanted the thrill of it. The thrill didn't last long because my quarterly tax deposit was due a few days later. I'd had to pay all of it, and a lot more to cover my taxes.

It really pissed me off. I'd never really paid any attention to just how much I was paying my Uncle Sam until then. I'd let my accountant take care of all that, but this was different. It wasn't that I didn't want to pay my fair share, but I'd never realized what a scam the government had going. Unless I was prepared to make risky investments, I would lose ground after taxes and inflation. My accountant suggested I move my money off shore. Bringing it back as spending money wouldn't be taxable as long as I used principle and not earnings. That turned out to be one of the dumbest things I ever did in my life.

Looking at my reserved parking spot I realized that I'd brought the Hummer. I resolved again to take it someplace where I could give it a work out, Central America perhaps ... and that brought me back to the hell I was going to face when I got home. I had no idea that Jan knew I'd been cheating. Thinking about it, I realized that I hadn't been very careful. 

Sex with Jan was okay, but routine. We'd done everything and I knew her limits and her every response. Besides, once she was well along with her pregnancy, she wasn't that interested in sex. After they were born, she always seemed too tired to meet my needs. Her life had become centered around the kids and when I first thought about having an affair six months ago, I didn't think she'd mind all that much if she found out.

I turned around and headed back to my office. I had a private bedroom there. It really wasn't a luxury; there were times I needed to sleep and I didn't have time for the hour's commute to the house on the water that Jan insisted we buy. It was very plain, just a place to crash but I decided I just didn't feel like facing Jan tonight. In the morning I'd feel more rested and ready to face the dragon.

It was a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of Jan running away with my girls. At one point I dreamed that I arrived at our house, rang the doorbell—only to be informed that the girls had decided to spend the weekend with a friend instead of me.

When I woke up, I was furious and coldly determined. I also knew I had a losing hand. I didn't know that Jan had proof that I'd been cheating on her, but it wouldn't be all that hard to get. With that in hand she could get full custody of the girls and most of my money.

Perhaps that should have been the first sign that I wasn't thinking straight. It was true that for the last four years mine had been the major income, but Jan's senior partnership continued to pay her a mid six-figure income even though she wasn't practicing. When she had been in active practice, her income generally exceed mine--- until I developed my new procedures right after she got pregnant.

Acting on the spur of the moment I called Jan and told her that while I understood we needed to talk and that I needed to make some changes I didn't want to have that discussion at home in front of the girls. I suggested she meet me at the club and we could have our discussion while we played a round. It would give us complete privacy. Left implied was that it would also be a public place where neither would be able to give full reign to our tempers without embarrassment.

I was a bit surprised that she agreed with alacrity * [2] to meet me at ten when there was an open tee time. I used the next two hours to put hasty plan into action. I knew I didn't have a contract with the hospital. That was part of my leverage with them. I couldn't think of any other legal obligations but I made a quick check with my attorney to make sure. I had him draw up a limited power of attorney to handle the upcoming divorce. If I hadn't moved almost all our money offshore I could never have done what I did next. I used my online banking to empty our accounts. A twinge of conscience made me leave a third for Jan. I figured twenty million was more than she deserved and would keep her from being able to bring in the police.

At nine thirty I watched her drive off for the club. At that time of day it would take her about an hour. As soon as I was sure she was gone, I pulled in and collected my passport and the girls. I told our housekeeper I was taking them for a surprise lunch with my wife. She didn't ask any questions.

I didn't take any extra clothes for the girls. When they asked where we were going, I told them that some very bad men were chasing us and that we had to run away to protect mommy. They were so scared it should have broken my heart but instead it made me even more angry with Jan for thinking that she could take them away from me.

I headed off for Mexico, a seven hour drive from Houston, not counting stops. At eleven I call Jan and told her that I'd picked up the girls and I changed my mind. I said I had decided to spend the night with them at a hotel before we had our talk. I apologized, sounding as sincere as I could. I told her that I realized how important my family was and I wanted to soak up a bit of happiness before we began our talk. Jan was crying but I hung up before she could answer.

I only stopped twice for the girls to go to the potty before I crossed the Mexican border. Because I frequently traveled overseas both Jan and I had the girls on our passports so I didn't have any trouble at the border. I finally stopped for the night when I got to Monterrey. 

This is where I began to get clever. I parked the H1 in one of the sections of the city known for its nightlife, with a spare set of keys in the ignition. The next morning the girls and I boarded a plane for Mexico City. 

When we arrived I stopped at a bank and arranged for a transfer of funds and exchanged for a little over 100,000 pesos. That kept it under the ten thousand dollar reporting amount. I didn't think that applied to funds coming from the Cayman Islands but I wanted to be careful.

Funds in hand I took the girls shopping for new outfits. What is it about women? They weren't quite four and shopping with them took six times as long as I expected. Part of that was because I insisted that they not get any outfits alike. Once we had a few dozen outfits for each I took them to a hotel beauty shop and had their hair dyed and styled so that each had a different color and look. It was the best I could do. People tend to notice identical triplets and I was determined to leave as faint a trail as possible. 




Christmas Lost



I considered my next step a stroke of genius. I hired a nanny service to provide a nanny for each. We flew to Cancun as four separate groups and the girls did their very best to pretend they didn't know each other.

In Cancun I bought a fully equipped Lexus LX for cash. Hell, with all the Mexican taxes the damn thing cost almost as much as my H1. I guess it was worth it. I soon discovered that Jake Silverstein was right when he described the Pan American Highway as more an idea than a road. I put that LX through hell by the time I reached Peru. 

At a country that I won't name I'd acquired a new identity and new passports. Once in Quito, we flew to Nigeria. There I acquired two different legal citizenships for yet other unnamed countries. There seems to be no end to what you can buy in corrupt countries. 

Three months and over two million dollars later I breathed a sigh of relief when I was able to buy a nice villa in one of countries south of Mexico which has English as an official language. Since the girl's birthday, May 21st was only two weeks away I decided to combine a housewarming party with a birthday party for the girls. I had carefully coached them as to their new last name and that they were never to mention anything about our life before, but I was still a bit worried about it.

I decided it would be a great idea to hold a family council to make the point clear and to find out what they'd like for their birthday.

Lindsey was always the boldest and was their spokesman that night. "Daddy, I know that we can't see mommy, but we decided that we want to talk to her for our birthday present. Can you make that happen? We'll dye our hair and get new clothes..."

My head began pounding in the fiercest headache of my life. As I looked at my three beautiful daughters the scales fell from my eyes and I saw what I'd done. I couldn't contain a sob as I told them that I'd make sure they had the best birthday ever.

I fled to my room before my shame overwhelmed me. I couldn't believe the type of person I'd become. I spent the hardest night of my life looking at who and what I was. I tried to dismiss my actions as an extreme case of midlife crisis, but I couldn't. By three AM I knew what I had to do and I placed a call to Houston.

I arranged for a charter jet to be waiting in the morning for Jan to fly down here. Then, in the hardest thing I've ever done I used one of my disposable cell phones to call home. It was nearly six in the morning and I heard Jan's sleepy voice.

"Jan, there's a charter waiting for you at Hobby. It will bring you here for the girls. I'll be gone when you get here so don't delay." I hung up before she could say a word and wept. 

In my flight to paranoia I'd bought a special identity to use if I was permanently cut off from my money. I'd used a different source so there'd be no connection to my other aliases. It was full legend, which meant it wasn't just legal name and citizenship to a tiny and corrupt country. This one had a full history, schools and even credentials from a third rate medical school in a different fourth world country. I figured in a worst case scenario I could earn enough as a doctor to support us.

Now I was about to learn just how little a medical degree could be worth. The "exam I'd taken to get the license could have been passed by any junior pre-med student. The jobs available were on about that level, not that I applied for any. Instead I wanted to join "Fingers in the Dike." FID is a private medical charity that sends doctors and nurses into the pandemic areas around the world to provide free care to the most needy.

I almost wasn't accepted. My medical school wasn't fully accredited but after hours of interviews I ended up in front of a elderly doctor whose white hair floated around his bald center like a fluffy halo. He was the first person not to ask about my credentials. Instead he asked about my reasons.

I swear that cherubic exterior was an evil disguise for the soul of Tomás de Torquemada. No, I take that back. Torquemada required hot coals and torture instruments. Father John just needed a gentle smile and eyes that gouged into your deepest soul like a left over tunnel borer from the "Big Dig" in Boston.

I'm not Catholic. Hell, I'm not anything, but I found myself asking if he could hear my confession. When he agreed it all came pouring out in a rush. He listened asking a few penetrating questions and an eternity later I was wringing wet with sweat and limp as a wet noodle.

"My son, don't you think you should go back home and face your wife?"

I shook my head, "I can't. I can't look myself in the mirror much less Jan. My lawyer has the power of attorney to let her divorce me. I've instructed him to give her everything. Right now I'm not worthy to talk to her much less ask her to forgive me. I couldn't stand to be there and not see the girls and I don't trust myself not to try to run off with them again if I were back there. Besides, what's the point? I've had everything a man could want and it didn't make me happy. Maybe if I devote myself to the care of others I might find some measure of peace."

I saw depthless sorrow in Father John's eyes, "It won't help, but I don't suppose you'll listen to me about that either. If you'd listen, I'd send you back to Houston to use your God-given skills to support a dozen less-skilled doctors."

He sighed, "But you'll need to find out for yourself. I'm bound by the confessional not to use the information you've given me. Still, I no longer have a concern that you're not competent to practice tropical medicine. I'm going to send you to sub-Sahara Africa where there is an expanding outbreak of bacterial meningitis. There's not a lot we can do, but it's where we're needed the most."

I spent three months at a training facility to learn how to deal with disease and conditions I'd only read about for trick test questions on medical exams. Then I was off. I went to see if I could somehow balance my Karma by doing good deeds. I was more than appalled at what I found there. I expected conditions like I'd seen in parts of South America where hospitals for the poor still used wards holding as many as a hundred patients. In this African country I saw nearly that many in rooms that were little more that grass huts. There was no sanitation ... there was no running water! I found people left to die with no privacy and even less dignity.

I threw myself into my work, we did have medicines. Many of the major drug companies would provide us with out of date supplies. These were still perfectly good, merely past the point that they felt safe selling themyer-rich countries. 

I was only dealing with the worst cases, but there were several hundred worst cases. I found I was performing one or two tracheotomies (a tube inserted through a hole in the throat to allow a patient to breathe) a day because we didn't have the oxygen equipment needed to avoid them. I was also losing about that many patients a day. I was also doing minor and major surgeries, and after a typical twelve-hour day I'd spend as much time as I could hunting for the source of the outbreak.

The problem wasn't finding a source, it was that I had too many possible sources. Sanitation methods would have been laughed at during the Dark Ages. And it wasn't that the country didn't have the money to fix the problem. Aid from first world countries had been more than adequate. The problem was that the money ended up in the pockets of endless bureaucrats, petty officials and especially those at the top. Oh, it would pass simple audits, but these examinations didn't show that every service was overpriced and done by companies owned by those in power. I was beginning to hate corruption.

After I'd been there about three months a light went on. Actually it was more of a "duh" moment. I was sitting in my screened-in desk, a headache pounding while I was writing one of my daily emails to my daughters that I'd store but never send. I was absently scratching flea bites while I tried to tell them what I was doing. Suddenly I realized what I WAS doing. Then it dawned on me that we might not be fighting meningitis, but meningeal plague. The symptoms are very similar and it's easy to misdiagnose meningeal plague, a rare form of medieval Black Death as meningitis. I remember what one of my medical professors once told me about diagnosis, "If you see horse dropping, you don't go looking for a zebra." Well, this was Africa and if you find droppings here it is as likely to be a zebra as a horse.

Energized I took three samples and placed a call to CDC. It's amazing how quickly you can cut through that bureaucracy when you mention plague. In less than 24 hours they had a team on site and were able to confirm my hypothesis. They also confirmed that it co-existed with an actual epidemic of meningitis. 

I was a hero! Everyone's darling, and reporters wanted to interview me ... and I didn't care. I already knew that fame was a hollow god. In my depression I also understood that trying to be a plaster saint didn't bring me happiness. I seriously thought about self prescribing anti-depressants, but I was too good a doctor to do anything that foolish.

Father John had arrived with the CDC team, and girding up my loins, I braced myself for another of his probing sessions. It didn't go the way I expected.

I thought that Father John would tell me that the source of my lack of happiness was being isolated from my family. I expected him to send me home to face whatever Jan had in store for me. 

Instead, he spent hours and hours making me look at my value system. Tough questions that made me question my actions and search for the underlying assumptions that had led me to my choices.

It was during one of theses sessions that my hands began to tremble uncontrollably. My head felt like someone was trying to carve a replica of Mt. Rushmore inside. It didn't last long, but felt the need to dash to the bathroom before I made a mess in my pants.

The next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed; a clean, fresh hospital bed in a modern hospital room. When I reached for the call button, I had to use both hands because of the trembling. Instead of a nurse Father John appeared, his gaze the sort I hope I never see again.

"Where am I?" Before he could answer I continued, "This is part of my confession Father John, you can't tell a soul about it."

I could see his internal struggle, and then his face relaxed. "How long has this been going on?" his voice grave, concern etched on his face. "Have you have any other full-blown seizures?"

"No! This was the first time for the trembling too, but I've had the headaches for months."

"Physician, heal thyself?"

I gave him a rueful grin, "No, I thought they were just stress headaches. What do you know?"

"You're in Johannesburg, we used one of the CDC planes to fly you down here. An MRI shows a primary tumor we're not sure if it's a Grade II or a Grade III."

I felt a chill go down my spine. Knowing it was a primary tumor meant that I didn't have to worry about cancer in other parts of my body. That didn't give me much comfort though. A Grade II brain tumor gave me an excellent shot at full recovery. A Grade III reversed my odds, a Grade IV tumor was a death sentence.

South Africa had a great medical system. Dr. Christiaan Barnard conducted the first heart transplant here back in 1967. I didn't feel any need to go back to the States as long as they were trying to treat me with radiation. By the time they started using a gamma knife on me I had confidence in the team treating me.

As the girls' birthday approached I was so ill from the radiation I could barely cruise the internet long enough to locate the latest and greatest fad toys for my angels. I had to empty the emesis basin three times during the process. As I looked at the confirmation screen, using my false name I felt tears form in my eyes. I wasn't in hospice care yet, but my prospects were not great. I was going to miss a second major event in my daughters' lives and I was utterly alone. The closest thing I had to a friend was Father John, and ours was a confrontational relationship at best. Worst of all, as I examined my life I realized I still had never found that illusive state of happiness that most TV commercials assure was the human norm, neither in my successes nor in my wealth. All the months of selfless service hadn't made me happy either, and now I was facing my human mortality knowing I ... knowing I knew nothing, I'd accomplished nothing, and if I died I didn't have enough friends to serve as pall bearers. My tears were every bit as bitter as the bile I continued to dispose in my emesis basin. 

The next two weeks were worse. A pre-teen doctor trying to mimic a mature visage informed me that the radiation treatments weren't working. The only remaining option was surgery. At least he had the grace not to look at his watch as the delivered the message. His fidgeting left me no doubt about his real motives. He wanted to test his mettle by hacking into my brain. I know he was disappointed that I didn't give him immediate permission.

Three days later I was still trying to decide what to do. If I was going to let someone twiddle my gray matter, there was only one man I trusted to do it, Dr. Jim Murphy.

Dr. Murphy was a few years younger than me, and even more arrogant than I'd ever dreamed of being. Can you call it arrogance, though, if you're even better than you think you are? Dr. Murphy was that good. He was the only person I had ever seen whose stitches were as tight as mine. More important, he had the same gift of healing I had. During my time in South Africa I'd become addicted to "House, M.D." and I was pretty sure that they'd used Dr. Murphy as the prototype but had toned down his personality. The problem was that if I even contacted Dr. Murphy, Jan would know where I was before I got off the phone. 

I woke in the middle of the afternoon with another wave of nausea and had just punched for the nurse when my door burst open to a chorus of "Daddy!" which preceded three hurtling bodies. Fortunately I wasn't holding my emesis basin when I was enveloped in little girls.

It had never been possible for me to hear what any one of them said when they were all talking at the same time. At the first pause in the kissing and hugging I pulled back to look at each of them. I'd never had the slightest problem telling who was who. I just always knew, and frankly I didn't think they were fully identical. As I looked at my precious girls, they still looked very different from each other, but I was horrified to realize that I didn't know what name went with which girl. They'd grown and changed so in the year apart that couldn't say which was which. 

Tear began to fill my eyes and of course the girls saw it. "Daddy does it hurt for us to hug you? Mommy said you were very sick..."

Until that second I hadn't realized that Jan wasn't here. "Where is Mommy?"

"Oh, she's downstairs. She said that since it was our birthday present that found you we should get to see you first. Now that we found you, you won't be lost any more! Right, Daddy?"

I asked other questions and as the girls used each other's names I got them sorted out. They were full of news, but it was the news that fascinated five-year-olds. CNN didn't have a chance; even Fox News might have been challenged to keep up. Still, they'd been going on adrenalin and one by one they fell asleep clinging to me as if afraid I might disappear again. How can an act of love break your heart...? 

Only minutes after the last one fell asleep three young interns appeared and one whispered that they were going to take the girls to a bed in the doctor's lounge area. I couldn't quite read his expression as he addressed me as "Dr. Nelson."

I knew Jan would be here in a few minutes and I tried desperately to figure out what I was going to say. I wanted to apologize for my stupidity with the nurse and with the kidnapping of our daughters, but I also wanted to tell her how much it meant to me for her to bring them to me right now.

Just as I decided to start with the apology, she walked into the room and my heart soared into my mouth plugging my ability to speak. She was so beautiful, so regal, so perfect I felt more tears trying to form.

I saw concern in her eyes as they met mine and then saw it deepen as she saw my hands shaking. "I wish I'd known about this when you were doing all those crazy things..."

I interrupted her before she could continue, "The tumor didn't cause any of my actions. That was me and my lack of character. I wasn't happy and I couldn't figure out why. I had everything a man could want but something was missing. 

Her eyes locked with mine, "I know that, but the girls don't. I hoped you'd stand accountable, but the fact is that I don't want to deal with or dwell on that time unless you make it through this ordeal. 

"If you're going to die, I want to the girls to think that your brain tumor is what caused you to do all those despicable things. Now this is the last we'll speak of that until we need to deal with our future."

I felt my heart swelling again, "But what did you tell them about our divorce? Don't we..."

She cut me off, "We're not divorced."

I felt my jaw drop, "Why? I left my power of attorney and instructions to give you everything. What happened?"

Jan sighed, "I had my reasons, not least of which was that still being legally your wife made it easier to find you. That's all I want to say about that right now."

I gulped, "How did you find me? I was pretty sure the account I used to email the girls was untraceable."

"It was, but I appreciate you emailing them. I can't tell you how much they looked forward to hearing from you. When you went a full week without a message they were almost impossible to console."

I winced, "There were some times when I didn't have any access to a phone, much less the internet."

I could see the conflict on Jan's face. She didn't want to discuss what I'd done but she desperately needed to know where I'd been and what I'd done. I decided to volunteer the information and let her cut me off if she'd had enough.

"I've been in Africa almost from the day you picked up the girls. I've been working with FID and it wasn't for any noble reasons. It was because I hoped that if I were doing something selfless, helping others, it might make up for all the shit I've done and I might be able to find a little happiness. It wasn't working. I kept thinking that all I was doing could be done by any fourth-rate doctor..."

Pride fleeted across Jan's face, "It took a first class doctor to diagnose plague instead of only meningitis."

I was quite while I tried to figure out what her expression meant. Was she proud of my work with FID or of my luck in diagnosis. Could there be any pride in me? As I thought about it, I decide that I didn't know enough to hazard a guess. 

Before I could continue Jan said, "It was the girl's birthday gifts. Your store provided the return address and our detective had your alias and hospital that afternoon. It took us a bit longer to locate you because we'd assumed you were practicing here and not a patient. Getting access to your medical records was a bit more difficult. I had to wait until we got here and show proof that we were married. No one here believed your alias by the way. You're too well known in heart surgery to escape unnoticed at a major heart hospital."

"I talked to Dr. Murphy, I assume you want him to do the surgery. We can get you on a medical flight to Houston tomorrow. Until then just remember the girls think you've been sick for over a year. At their age things don't have to make perfect sense."

Jan's façade cracked and she sobbed for a second, "Has anyone told you your odds?" Her eyes crackled but again as well as I knew her I couldn't read her expression. I just couldn't decide if it was hatred or deep concern.




Christmas Lost



I shrugged, "Yeah, about one in four live five years. About one in six to get out of this with no brain damage. Part of the reason I been thinking about Dr. Murphy is that I'm not sure I want to survive if..."

Jan pounced and I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. "Listen, you selfish son of a bitch, isn't it about time you stopped thinking only about yourself?" Her voice now dripped with contempt, "You want to know why you weren't happy when you had everything a man could want? It's because you had yourself at the center of your universe. You made yourself god of the universe. Man is a spiritual creation, and until you find something bigger than yourself you'll never fill that hole in your soul..."  

Tears rolling down her cheeks Jan turned and marched out of the room.

I was left speechless. Neither Jan nor I are religious people. Her family were twice a year Catholics, mine vaguely agnostic. I suppose I believed in Alcoholic's Anonymous' "higher power," but my philosophy was that if It left me alone I'd return the favor.

Before I could give that idea any more thought Jan returned, her eyes still glistening and her makeup smeared. "I'm sorry, I had no right to say anything like that to you. After you left me, I was so lost I returned to the church. It's helped me get through some very rough times, but I had no intention of discussing the state of your immortal soul.

"What I want to do is to pretend that we're a happily married couple while you go through this. If you die, that will help the girls later in life. We both know what divorce does to kids, even those where the parents remain close. It's much better if one parent dies. If you're going to die I want you to spend time with them and to lie like a 'bastard at the reading of a will.' I know you love the girls and I expect you to do this for them.

"Confined to the bed like this, I don't expect you'll be chasing whores..."

I flinched, "Please, Jan, it was only that one, in our twenty-two years of marriage I never cheated on you, except that one time. I just ..." 

I'd started to say that I just wanted to see if anal sex was what it was cracked up to be. Thank god, before I could get that out she snapped, "Twenty-three years damn it. I told you we're still married, and you're still wearing my ring!"

I looked down at my left hand. It was trembling so hard the finger blurred in my vision. I held them up and I really wanted to cry.





Christmas Love



It was one week before she would celebrate the end of her fortieth year, and two weeks since her divorce became final. The wind outside justified her mood on this cold, wintry night, and it seemed that nothing was as it should be. She huffed, grabbed the quilt her old aunt Mel had given her, and moved towards the frosted window, Riunite Peach in hand. And it was there, amidst all the pain, misgivings and disappointments, between running tears and under-the-breath curses to Saint Nick, that she saw him.

"Fucking shitty ass car! Aaaah! Dammit!" There he was going on and on about his car that "fucked", while kicking it's tires and pelting it with snow. Then a lull as he placed his cellie to his ear. "Out of range my black ass!" as the cell phone too found itself deep in snow. No doubt about it, he was just as pissed as she was, if not more so.

She admonished herself for being so impulsive as she pulled on her snow boots, thought some more for about 3 seconds, then trudged out towards him.

He heard the slow crunching of snow behind him, and fearing the worst, swung around with ghetto readiness, making her freeze in her tracks.

"ummm...need some help?" Damn, Monique, all these years and THAT'S the best come on line you can come up with?

Being raised in the ghetto and now occupied by a corporate giant, he knew never to trust a stranger, male OR female. "Nah, I'll handle it."

"Typical male I see, pretending to be in control at the most inopportune times..." she smiled mischievously, and turned to walk back to her misery.

The comment got his attention. After all, he did like a woman who spoke her mind. "So how do you suppose I could alleviate this problem?"

-the car or your clothes?- "Well, I do have something called a phone in my house. You seem to have 'damaged' yours."

He smiled, embarrassed at his earlier lack of control. "You saw that?"

"Yes," she laughed. "Come on inside and make your phonecall, 'Mr. Macho'."

He had to admit, he liked her already. So he followed her inside, all the way trying to find a panty line through her thick fur.

"The mechanic'll be here in a few," he said. "Thanks."

Sheee_it! What sort of fairy tale is this? The mechanic isn't supposed to be getting here through this weather! "Oh, that's good. You'll be able to get home to your family in good time then."

Smile. He thought he knew what she was hoping for. Still had to make sure though. "My house is no more full than I assume yours is."

Her turn to smile. "Touche, Mr......"

"I'm Darrian."

"Monique."

The conversation flowed from then on, and after about fifteen minutes of uninterrupted and imaginative verbal entertainment, wine, laughter and ignorance of time, they heard the horn of the mechanic outside. They reluctantly got up and ambled to the door, muttering all sorts of unnecessary nonsense to prolong the good time they were having, and after exchanging numbers, parted ways.

She watched the mechanic do his thing, saw Darrian get in, waved and slowly closed the door. As she leaned with her back against the large Victorian era door, she noticed how her mood had changed, and how warm her loins had gotten. Then, turning off the inside lights so that only the twinkle of her Christmas tree illuminated her domain, stripped off her clothes, and lay down on the large couch surrounding herself with aunt Mel's quilt. And it was there that her fingers found her sex, and it was there where she began Christmas 1999 with more hope in her heart than she'd ever had. She had found him, the man she had been told about by aunt Mel till the day she died, the man of all men, the one. She was in love, and knew that the next eleven days of Christmas would bring her more joy than she'd ever imagined, and a millenium of mad love to make the angels envious.

The end? If you like, please write an open ended conclusion to this story, and mail it back to me.

Eros4play...making love...one woman at a time...



Christmas Love



Lynette smiled, as she watched John and Tim glancing at her like little school boys trying to flirt with her. She loved it when Tim smiled. He filled her heart with a feeling she had never felt before. The feeling was of course was, LOVE.

Tim had been the only man in Lynette's life that had ever made her feel so good. Every time she would look at him, her nipples would harden, and she got that strange tingling between her legs. Her panties would be wet when she got home at night.

"This year Judy and I have rented a deluxe, 20 bedroom cabin at Lake Tahoe." Mr. Woods said, breaking John's heart. "We'll have use of ten snowmobiles, and all the skiing you can handle."

John groaned in pain, "Oh man! I wanted a nice, hot beach! Not a bunch of snow."

Tim busted out laughing, and all the other peopled looked at him. "John wanted a nice beach to lay on, and he got a lot of snow instead."

John grabbed Tim, and acted like he was going to hit him, "You're mine after work. Meet me by the flag pole." John gave him a playful mean look. John loved Tim like a little brother. Only one person went before Tim, and that was John's wife Kate.

"I'm keeping you two after work tonight. Be in my office." Mr. Woods laughed, and went back to telling about the cabin, "There's a Hot Spring that runs under the cabin, and it fills a very large swimming pool. John, you may not have a beach, but you will enjoy that pool. I know I did when Judy and I went there last summer."

John whispered to Tim, "You get to see Lynette in the pool. Maybe I should get Kate to take her shopping for some sexy new things to wear. A new bikini, some tight, sexy ski pants? What do ya think?"

Tim looked across the room to Lynette. 'Yes, some tight, sexy ski pants, I will get see what she looks like. But, she would look so much nicer in a little bikini.' He thought as his eyes roamed her body. Tim thought more about John's idea, 'it couldn't hurt to have Kate try.' Tim smiled at John, "OK, have Kate give it a try."

"That's my boy," John hugged Tim, "We'll get you two together someday." 

4

Lynette ran to get her ringing telephone, "Hello."

"Hi Lynette, how ya doing today?" Kate replied.

"Hi Kate. I'm fine, how you doing?"

Kate put her and John's plan into motion, "I'm going down to the mall today, and I need some company. And I won't take no for an answer."

Lynette was kinda bored, but it would be fun going with Kate. "OK. But on one condition… I get to buy us some lunch."

It was all Kate could to keep from screaming down the hall to John, and tell him that Lynette was going with her, "Well, how soon can you be ready?"

Lynette was already dressed, and anxious to go, "Shoot, I'm ready now. Let's go."

"Give me about ten minutes, and I'll be over to pick you up. Bye-bye." Kate said

"JOHN, JOHN! She said she would go." Kate screamed as she ran to find John.

John walked from their bedroom, naked as the day he was born. He sported a very firm and ready 'hard on'. "Come to Poppa. I need some fast lovin' before you go." John said, as he pulled his pretty wife to him.

Kate moaned as his large, blood-filled cock pressed into her pussy. "And, what would you like today, Sir?" She took his throbbing 9 inch cock into her hands.

John looked at her with a big grin and said, "Mmmmm you sure do have a pretty mouth, young lady."

"You are so bad, John Stone." She fell to her knees, and sucked his hard, long cock down her throat. Just like she had so many times before. She and John loved each other so much. They lived to pleasure each other.

Kate sucked him easy at first, then sucked him hard. Taking him deeper into her throat, while her teeth lightly bit him. Harder she sucked him, knowing he would be giving up his seeds, soon.

"Oh, baby! Oh, yes… suck it." John shot his cum down Kate's throat. His cum shot from his hard cock, filling her mouth full. Oh, she loved it when he came in her like this. She loved to get his cum in her.

Kate drank his cum, and jumped off her knees. "I'll be back later," Kate turned, and smiled back at John, "Don't forget, you owe me big time for that, mister." Kate closed the door before he could reply.

Kate and Lynette walked through the mall, peeking into most of the trendy shops. They both were built the about same, 5'5", with nice firm 34C breasts, and two of the most sexy asses.

Kate looked at a small sun dress, in one of the shops. "Lynette, look. That would look so good on you." It was a sexy little thing, light green in color, and very thin. "It would look great with your hair."

Lynette was in shock, she had never worn anything so, so sexy looking in her life. "I... I've never had anything like that before."

Kate pulled her into the store, before Lynette knew what was going on. The sales girl and Kate had the tiny dress on her. "Oh Lord, you look so good." Kate looked her up, and down. "You are going to turn some heads wearing that thing." Kate turned to the sales girl, and said, "She'll take it, and she'll wear it."

Lynette felt the eyes of every man in the mall on her body, as they continued on their buying spree. It made her warm, warm between her legs. Like when Tim looked at her. 'Will he like my dress?' Lynette ask herself. 'I bet he'll love it. I can't wait for him to see it.'

The two women made their way into a sports shop, and began looking the tight ski pants, "You are going to look so hot in these, poor Tim is going to faint, when he sees you." Kate laughed. "Here, go try on this purple pair, and this white sweater."

Lynette went to the dressing room, and put the revealing clothes on. As she looked into the mirror, she thought, 'Wow.' She turned around, looking at her hips, and small bottom in the tight pants. 'Momma would just die if she ever saw me in these. I hope they're not too much, and turn Tim off.'

After a quick lunch, the two women set back on their quest to outfit Lynette for the Christmas trip. They came to the final shop on Kate's list, Victoria's Secret. "Here's the place that will put poor Tim over the edge."

Lynette's eyes took in all of the sexy night gowns, stockings, and wonderful panties. Lynette loved wearing nice panties. It was the one pleasurable thing she could wear, and her late mother never saw. "Oh, Kate. This place is great. I always see it on the tube, but never thought I would shop here."

The two ladies looked over the shop trying to pick the best looking things for Lynette. When they had finished, Lynette had spent well over $300 dollars. 

Kate dropped Lynette off at her small apartment, and drove away. Lynette ran into her place as fast as she could go. She wanted to try on all of her new things. Most of all, the new panties.

5.

At last, the day of the trip to the lake had come. "All right people," Mr. Woods spoke, "the trip up to the lake will take us 12 hours. We will be making a few stops along the way for food, and bathroom breaks. We should be at the cabin 9 A.M. Come on, climb aboard. Talk, read, or just go to sleep for the night." Mr. Woods opened the door to the deluxe bus.

John and Kate made sure that Tim and Lynette sat in the same seat. " I'm so excited!" Lynette smiled at Tim. And, slid off her large coat, and displayed one of her sexy new dresses to Tim.

Tim's eyes grew as he saw Lynette's new dress. "I am too. I've only had a few nice Christmas Days in my life." Tim's eyes roamed up, and down her body. "That is a very pretty dress!"

Lynette smiled, "Well, thank you Sir. I'm glad you like it." Kate had been right. Tim's eyes about popped out of his head.

The young couple talked for a while, and soon drifted off to sleep. Tim's mind wondered back to the Christmas Eve with his nurse, Mrs. Harris. 

She pushed open the front door, "Well, here it is Tim. You make yourself at home. By the way, call me Sue." She pulled him to her body for a tight hug, and buried her tongue in his mouth.

"My husband won't be home for hours, and I've got a 'special' surprise for you tonight." She smiled, and pulled the small uniform over her head. She stood before Tim in her panties and bra. "Can we make love? PLEASE!"

Tim's hand caressed her body, as she continued to kiss him. She lead him to a small bedroom in the back of the house. "Is this going to be my room for the weekend?" Tim ask.

She pulled his sweater over his head. "Yes. I hope you like it." Her hands went to his pants, down they went. "This will be so much more fun here. We don't have to worry about being caught." She moved to his growing cock, and sucked it deep in her mouth.

"Oh Mrs. Harr… Sue." Tim moaned, as her mouth worked its magic on his hard cock. Her mouth moved up and down on his cock taking more and more of it. "I'm going to cum!"

"NO! Not yet. Let me get on top of you baby. I'll slow down, OK?" Sue pulled down her small pair of panties, and mounted Tim. She drove his long, thick cock to her deepest depths. "OH YES. OH Tim. YES, YES."

Sue rode Tim's young cock fast and hard. "Oh Tim. It's so good! It's so hard!" Her hips bucked as she drove him deeper into her burning body.

Tim pushed his hips up to meet her every thrust. "Oh Sue. This is great!" He leaned up, and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He had never sucked breast before, but he knew this was fun.

"OH Tim! OH BABY! I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING!" Sue went wild riding his stiff cock. Taking it as deep as she could. "OH YES! OH Tim! OH YES!" She exploded into an orgasm that almost made her faint. "OH YOU'RE SO BIG, AND HARD. CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME!" Sue screamed, as she had one last orgasm.

Tim was close, he loved watching Sue cum. It made him so hard. His cock would fill with blood, and thick cum. "GO! GO FAST!" Tim slapped Sue's sexy ass before he knew what he was doing. She rode him hard, driving his cock shaft deep into her burning cunt. "OH GOD. YES, YES!" Tim came, shooting his cum deep into her body.

Lynette watched as Tim dreamed, 'I hope he's dreaming of me, and all the things we can do together.' She thought to herself. She leaned on him, placing her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his thigh. 'OH MY LORD. Tim, YOU ARE HUGE. How will I get that thing inside me?'

Lynette gently caressed his large member as he went on sleeping. It was so warm, so full, and so long. It would feel good in her body. She began squeezing his large cock, and pulling it towards his swollen cock head. 'Oh my! I'm playing with a mans 'thing.' The first one I've ever touched.'

It was her first time holding a mans 'thing', and she loved it. She could feel the blood rushing through his large shaft. He got harder as she stroked him more. 'Oh, I can't wait to get this in me,' she moaned to herself.

Tim woke up, and Lynette played like she was sleeping. Tim looked down, and saw her tiny hand on his stiff cock. He was hard from his dream of Mrs. Harris, and the fact that Lynette had her hand on his swollen cock.

Tim hugged her little body close to him, and they both drifted back to sleep. Having wonderful dreams of loving each other. Holding each other close, making love under a beautiful Christmas tree.

6

The large group of people walked into the big cabin. It was a work of art, large ceiling beams with sky lights. A massive fire place, filled with enough wood to burn for hours. And that wonderful smell of fresh wood.

In the far corner of the cabin, stood the biggest Christmas tree Lynette had ever seen in her life. Her mother never allowed such 'nonsense' in her house. 'Christmas is for the birth of our Savior, not a bunch of wasteful gifts.' her mother always said.

"All right everyone. Pick your rooms, and put your things away. Then we can start having some fun." Mr. Woods said with a big smile. "I'm going snow mobile riding. If anyone wants to come be out back in ten minutes."

Tim, Lynette, John, and Kate all picked rooms right by each other. "This way, if we want to have us a private party, or something, it will be easier to find our rooms." John laughed as he showed Tim, and Lynette the bottles of booze he brought.

Tim smiled at Lynette, he was ready to try his luck with her. He loved her so much, and he needed her love. She too, needed Tim, she needed her first man. She wanted it to be Tim, and his huge member.

"I think I'm going to freshen up, and change," Lynette smiled at Tim, "then we can go snuggle by that big fire place." She could feel the heat between her legs, as she went into her room.

Lynette changed fast, and wore the sexy ski pants, and tight sweater that she had bought. She knew the pants would get Tim hard. She saw him many times looking at her bottom. And that was when she wore her ugly dresses. 'He is going to shit!' She thought, as she looked in the mirror, and she could see the outline of her pussy. And, her ass looked like the pants were painted on her.

Lynette walked into living room of the cabin. Tim's eyes roamed her body like never before. As he looked her over, she felt her pussy begin to burn with lust. She needed Tim, BAD!

Lynette smiled at Tim, as she sat beside him in a small chair. Their bodies were smashed together tight. She could see his hardness growing in his pants. The hardness she needed 'DEEP' inside her body.

Later that night, the two couples sat in John and Kate's room. "Are you two ready for a refill yet?" John asked, as he poured another drink for Kate, and himself. "You two are falling behind." He laughed, knowing neither one of them were used to drinking.


Lynette was on fire now, the liquor had been working on her since her first drink. Her tight pants were soaked through, thinking of Tim's big thick cock ramming in her body. "Mmmm I'm fine John, thank you." Lynette said, and she hugged Tim close to her.

Tim replied, "I'm good too, John. I feel very good right now." Tim looked between Lynette's legs, and saw the large damp spot. He knew it was for him. And, he loved it.

"Well, if you two don't mind. We are going to run you off so we can… do some husband, and wife things." John said with a big smile. "If you hear a lot of screaming, just cover your ears."

Tim and Lynette stood in the dark hall way. "Want to come to my room for a while?" Lynette ask in a low sexy voice, and pushed her pussy on Tim's leg. She needed to be taken now!

Tim's good hand found her tight little bottom. Pulling her to his hard cock, he leaned to kiss her. "ALL RIGHT, you two. We'll have none of that on this trip!" Mr. Woods had looked out of his room, and saw the two begin their try at lovemaking.

"Oh, No!" Lynette moaned, as she pulled away from Tim's cock. She was close, so close to becoming a woman. "I'm on fire, Tim." She humped his cock one more time before she went into her room.

Tim went to his room feeling the same way. His cock was as hard as a 'telephone pole', and he needed to reach out, and touch someone, BAD! That someone was Lynette. 'Maybe next time. She was so horny.' Tim thought.

Tim dreamed the of the Christmas past, with Mrs. Harris... Sue. And the first time he had met Mike and Judy woods. Sue had been acting very funny all night.

Later that night Tim got his surprise. He met Mike and Judy Woods. Judy was a very prominent lawyer, and Sue had told her about the hospital doing all the things to Tim. And, that he didn't have any family to look out for him.

Sue hugged Tim to her, and began to cry, "Tim. Judy is the 'best' lawyer in town. She knows lots of very important people." Sue broke down crying hard.

Mrs. Woods held back her tears, and went on telling Tim the good news. "I called a judge I know. I told him your story, and," She handed Tim a piece of paper, "here is a paper saying you never have to go back to that hospital."

"REALLY? ARE YOU SURE!" Tim jumped up, and hugged Judy Woods. Now, everybody in the room was crying.

Mike Woods shook Tim's hand, "Well, now that you a 'free man' you're going to need a job. And it just so happens, I have an opening at my furniture factory."

They sat the rest of the night singing Christmas songs, and getting to know each other. Mike and Judy left the house around midnight.

Tim leaned to kiss Sue, and thank her for what she had done for him. "Thank you so much. You'll never know how much this means to me." He kissed her softly on her lips. His hand found her swollen nipple, and he played with it.

Tim awoke from his finale dream of the Christmas past with Mrs. Harris. Never again would he dream of the wonderful lady that made him a man, and freed him from the state hospital. From this night on, his dreams would be filled with the woman he loved. The woman in the next room, Lynette.

Their lust for each other kept building with each passing day. Every time they would get close to fulfilling their lust for each other, Mr. Woods showed up. Telling them, "Not on this trip you two!"

John and Tim were swimming in the pool waiting for Kate and Lynette. "Wait till you see the little bikini Lynette picked out. Kate told me it's a hot one." John winked at Tim.

Oh and was it ever! A small, white string bikini that had very small triangles covering Lynette's small breasts. The bottom hung low on her sexy hips. It was just covering the top of her sex. "WOW! You are so beautiful!" Tim said as he watched Lynette slowly enter the pool, and move against his body.

"I'm glad you like it, and she placed a small kiss on his burning lips. She could feel him coming to life. Coming to life for her! She was beginning to burn inside as his hardness grew into her bikini covered pussy. She pushed him to the side of the pool, and with one smooth motion she pulled his swimming trunks down. He was free. Free to do anything he wanted to do to Lynette.

"Oh Tim! You're so big!" She drove her tongue in his mouth. Exploring it, enjoying his taste. Her hips moved against his full cock. She had felt it on the bus, but now nothing was in the way. It moved over her tiny bikini, bringing her sex close to her first orgasm with a man.

Tim's good hand worked her small, tight ass. Pulling her into him. "Pull it off. PLEASE!" Tim begged her, as his hand tried untying her small bikini. He needed her now! He needed to be inside her.

"No. Not here. I want it special." She looked at him with sad eyes. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she wanted it in her room, or by the fire place. Her hands held his cock, and she began to stroke his hardness. She loved it in her hands. She loved feeling the blood rush through it.

They held each other close, kissing and touching. Across the pool they could see John and Kate loving each other. The way they wanted to love. Since it was Lynette's first time, she wanted it to be special. Not in a swimming pool.

7.

It began to snow Christmas Eve. The cabin and the surrounding area looked like a 'picture postcard.' Lynette tried talking Tim into riding a snowmobile with her. "Come on, it will be fun. My uncle taught me to drive one. It'll be fine, and we can find a place to kiss in the woods!"

Tim agreed, and off they went. Searching for a nice place to build on their already, lusting bodies. "Look!" Lynette yelled over the motor of the snow mobile. "It's beautiful!"

Tim's eyes saw why she was so excited. They had found a frozen water fall. The water hung in mid air, nothing moving, and not a sound. And below, a small frozen pond.

Lynette turned off the loud motor. She stood up, turned, and faced Tim. "Oh Mister, I need you so bad. This past week being with you has been the best time in my life." She hugged Tim close, and began to cry.

Tim held her, and tried to hold back his tears. "I know what you mean. Being with you made me realize how lonely I am, and how much I need you." His good hand found her tight bottom, and he caressed her.

Lynette moved on his lap, pushing her lonely pussy into his growing cock. "Oh Tim! I love you!" she hugged him so tight it hurt her arms.




Christmas Love



They kissed, and drove each other crazy for an hour or so then headed back to the cabin for dinner, and more Christmas cheer with all the other people. 

They sang Christmas songs, and exchanged a few gifts. One by one the others went off to bed. Mr. Woods patted Tim and said, "You be good to that girl. She loves you a lot." He gave Tim the 'go ahead' to take Lynette. No more interruptions!

"So Tim, what's your Christmas wish?" John asked. He knew what it was. To make love with Lynette. But, he just had to tease Tim.

Tim hugged Lynette, and replied, "I have my wish right here." Tim smiled at her, and kissed her softly.

Kate stood up and said, "Gentlemen, will you excuse us ladies so we can go freshen up, and change into something more… appropriate." The two beautiful ladies left Tim, and John by themselves.

Tim was very tired, and drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds. But, his dream took him back to that horrible Christmas night. Long ago, with his dad.

Tim was looking out the car window trying to see if he could see any Christmas stars. That's when he saw the large light coming towards them, and it was coming fast. "DADDY! LOOK OUT!" Tim screamed.

Rob spun his head to look. He slammed on the cars breaks, but it just slid into the path of the accelerating freight train. "OH! GOD HELP US, PLEASE!" He fell across his son, trying to protect him from the speeding locomotive.

"DADDY!" Tim screamed.

The powerful locomotive tore through the car like a toy. Steel was being torn off the car like paper, and throwing it more than a hundred feet away. More steel bending into the car it's self, killing Tim's dad instantly. 

One finale blow from the locomotive, sent the car flying through the air. The pulverized car landed on it's top, sending more mangled, chunks of steel into the car. And, into Tim's young, already crushed body.

Tim laid in the torn up car, his dad was on top of him. The pain was more than anything a young child should ever have to bare. Blood from his dad ran on Tim, making him SO cold. 

Tim was able to look into the night sky, and he saw his Christmas Star. And he began to cry for his mother, not knowing she had died at the same moment the car was hit by the train. "Mommy! Mommy, help me! I hurt so bad." Tears ran down his face.

The life drained from his little body, as he saw a bright light come from the Christmas Star. As it got closer, Tim could see it was a person, or an Angel.

The Angel moved into the car, and she held Tim's crushed hand in hers. "Fear not, my little man. Help will be here very soon." She spoke in a Heavenly voice.

"Mommy? Is that you?" Tim ask, as tears ran down his face.

The Heavenly voice said, "Yes, it is I, my son. I have come to help my baby boy."

He looked at her with love in his eyes, and said, "Mommy, you should be in the hospital. So you can get well, and come home to daddy and me."

A sad smile filled her Heavenly face, "I can not come home. Mommy was very sick, and the baby Jesus came, and took me, and Daddy to Heaven with him. He needs us to help him."

Tim began to cry, "Is Daddy gone, too? But, Mommy who will love me?"

Tim's body thrashed violently around the living room floor, "Tim! Tim! WAKE UP! Tim, COME BACK. Tim IT'S ME Lynette!" She screamed.

John, Kate, and crying Lynette held Tim in their arms. Trying to bring him out of his terrible dream. "Tim! WAKE UP!" John yelled into Tim's ear to no avail. 

Tim, now, stood over his friends, and he watched with a shocked look on his face. They were holding him, trying to wake him up. "Tim." A Heavenly voice spoke. It was his Mother, she stood before him with the 'glow of Heaven' on her body. "It's time for you to go back to your wonderful friends." She pointed to John, Kate, and Lynette. "They will be your best friends for the rest of your life."

His mother walked to Lynette, and continued talking, "This beautiful girl is going to love you ten times more than I ever did. She will be the best wife any man on earth has ever known." His Angel mother smiled, and touched Lynette, "She is going to give you many sons, and beautiful daughters."

Tim smiled at Lynette, "I love her so much, Mom. Can I still call you, Mom?"

His Mother smiled at him, and went talking, "You will never think of that horrible night again. From now on, you will only dream of your beautiful, young wife, and all of your wonderful children." She touched Lynette one more time, and started to fade away into the Christmas night, "Go. Be with your love. Remember, I'll always be with you…"

Tim jumped, his eyes flew open, and he was in Lynette's arms. She was hugging him tight, and crying so hard. "Oh Tim. Oh Tim. You scared me so bad. I thought… I thought you died." She hugged him ever so tightly.

John even hugged him, and said, "Damn! You plum had us scared to death. What happened?"

Tim just smiled, and thought of his mother. "Nothing John. Nothing at all." And he hugged Lynette. "I love you so much Baby Girl. Will you be my wife?" Tears ran down Tim's face.

Lynette was still crying when she heard Tim's sweet words, "YES!" She said, jumping into Tim's arms.

Tim and Lynette live in southern California, and will be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary next month.



Christmas Lover







Christmas Lover



"Certainly. Your room or mine?" Jenny asked ironically. "Just be aware that I normally scream the house down when I come."

"You do?" Eric asked heatedly. "Damn, I knew you would be worth the wait."

"What wait? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not into adultery, and you've practically been engaged with that other guy. Until now. I heard you broke off."

"We did. This summer."

"He's an idiot. If you were mine I would never have let you go."

"He met someone else."

"Would you like me to kill him for you, or just rearrange his face?"

"Neither! It would never have worked anyway, so it's just as well that we split when we did."

"Then you're finally ready to move on," he smiled as he pulled her even closer and placed his lips on top of hers in a soft kiss. 

She was surprised by how soft his lips felt against hers. It was almost as if butterfly wings were touching her. Her eyes closed automatically and when he withdrew she felt tempted to pull him closer and prolong their kiss. She felt spellbound and just stared at him for a little while.

"What was all that about?" Jenny asked as soon as she managed to clear her mind again.

"It was just a small taste of what I can give you."

His statement was accompanied by a pair of bedroom eyes that was solely focused on her. Jenny felt her head was becoming dizzy. 

Looking into her eyes, he seemed to like her response and leaned in again, but this time the kiss was deeper and hungrier, declaring that his inner cravings were stronger than she had known. She felt her legs starting to give and she clung to his arms to keep herself from sinking bonelessly to the ground. He seemed to interpret her actions as encouragement, as he circled her waist and rubbed against her lower body. 

She could feel his hardening member against her stomach and she longed to touch him. Instead she raised her arms and wrapped them behind his upper back, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. 

Suddenly, he seemed to regain his control and he carefully released himself from her grasp, all the time as he looked her deep in her eyes. 

Jenny breathed deeply as he let her go. Wow, she thought, barely managing to keep her mouth shut so he wouldn't find out how much he had shaken her foundations. Still, it seemed he knew exactly how she felt about it, since he came closer yet again. 

But this time, they were interrupted as the front door slammed outward and straight into Eric.

"Sorry about that," Robert said. "Didn't see you two lurking behind the door."

"We weren't lurking," Eric murmured. "We were just hoping for some privacy."

"There are better places," Robert said and smiled broadly. Probably because of their dazed expressions, Jenny thought. "Unless you really wanted an audience," Robert droned on.

"Robert," was all Eric had to say, and her brother changed subject.

"Never mind. Get dressed. It's time for making snowballs." 

The rest of the group followed close behind and both kids were making loud and ecstatic noises as they jumped into the snow.

"We're not done yet," Eric warned her before he walked inside to dress himself for the contest.





Christmas Lover



"Let me help you," Eric said as he bent down and lifted up the plates, before returning to the table with them.

"Nice rescue," Jenny stated as she nodded toward Filip that was busy playing with his new automated car.

Eric just laughed.

"I love kids and their questions, especially when Robert seems so embarrassed."

"I'd love to be a fly on the wall when Filip remembers to ask again. It will probably happen when they're standing in a long waiting line in the supermarket, "Jenny laughed.





Christmas Lover



"Better?"

"Much better. How did you know?"

"Your face is very expressive. Besides, you didn't seem to be enjoying yourself as much as you should."

"You should have a warning sign attached to your forehead," Jenny suggested.

He laughed at that, and started to fuck her nice and slowly. Soon, she was taking part by wrapping her arms around him, and squeezing her muscles around his warm flesh. He breathed deeply, and she squeezed one more time in order to make sure that is was her causing his reaction.

"You're so tight," he groaned. "I won't be able to last very long." 

He bent down and massaged her clit at the same time.

"Don't worry. I'll settle for more oral," Jenny suggested.

"You're a demanding woman," Eric smiled, as he pushed deep inside of her and making her gasp at the same time.

She wrapped her legs behind his bottom and lifted herself closer to him, fucking herself on his cock.

"Careful," he warned.

"Don't you want to come?" she wondered.

"Of course, but ladies first," he smiled as he lifted his upper body slightly away from her, without breaking their connection. 

She wondered what he was planning, and she was already missing his warm skin against her own. As he stimulated her clit, and pushed his cock deep inside of her she got her answer. He kept on stimulating her, and soon she couldn't hold back and she moaned loudly as he plunged deep inside of her, pushing her over the edge at the same time. 

Her climax was so complete that she couldn't do anything but cling to him as her body convulsed in a series of contraction that pulled him along with her. He groaned deeply as he sank down on his elbows and he emptied his entire load inside of her body.

For several minutes they were just breathing and trying to collect themselves. He rolled them over to the side and got rid of the condom, before he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him and felt completely at ease.

"Any more concerns about size?" Eric asked her teasingly.

She gave him a slight push.

"Braggart," she teased in return. 

"You can measure me if you like," he suggested.

"In flaccid state?"

He just laughed.

"Show-off," she pushed him again, before laying still and just enjoying the moment and the warm body beside her. 

This was a lot cosier than she had expected it to be. Maybe it was because she thought she knew him that much better after having had sex with him. It felt almost like a friendship with extra benefits, she thought, as she drifted off to sleep. Or was it simply too good to be true?





Christmas Lover



"Your mother isn't here?"

"She has her own house. We're completely alone."

"Good," Jenny smiled. "Because I'm going to make you scream."

"You are? Good. I look forward to it."

"You will," she said as she wrapped her legs behind his buttocks and dragged him closer, making his cock sink even deeper inside.

He moaned at her action.

"I told you," she smiled again.

"You're a danger to my stamina," he concluded as he lifted himself slightly away from her, and placed his finger on her clit.

"No, not like that," she complained.

"Why not?"

"I come too quickly."

"No problem. You can have several orgasms," he smiled. "I don't mind."

Jenny laughed. 

"No, I can't. I've never had more than one at a time."

"Hm. Your education is somewhat lacking," he said as he kept stimulating her clit and plunging inside of her cunt at the same time.

"This isn't fair," Jenny complained as she tried to reach for him, but he lifted his body away from her so that he almost sat up on his haunches.

"Relax, I'll show you something. "

And he kept pushing against that inner pleasure point of hers until she could feel her pulse increasing, and her body getting warmer. She reached for him and he plunged deep inside of her while he kissed her, before he raised himself up again and continued his slight movement against her pleasure point.

She was breathing heavier now and she watched as he placed one hand on her breasts and teased her nipples, while the other hand moved between her legs and massaged her clit. She felt an almost desperate need to take him deeper and harder but he kept on giving her the soft touches, while watching her response. 

She felt bared to his eyes and she wondered how she could cover herself when he suddenly plunged deeper than before. She gasped and widened her legs in response.

"Do something," she demanded.

"With pleasure," he replied as he increased his tempo and pushed harder against her clit. 

Suddenly, he pushed directly against her pleasure spot and she screamed out in joy as she went into a climax. At the same time she felt him retreat and she saw him breathe deeply as if he needed to control himself. Jenny grabbed a hold of him and tried to take him with her in the pleasure, but he held himself back.

As she finally managed to think again, she asked him about it.

"Why wouldn't you come?"

"I wanted to show you something," he repeated, while sweat pearls gathered on his forehead by the sheer strength of his need.

"Poor thing. Let me take care of you now."

"No, you should rest your arms," he said as he pushed her back on the bed again, before plunging deep inside of her again.

"It's no use. I'm completely sated," she said.

"Don't be too sure about that," he said smugly as he kept on pushing against that specific point that had given her so much pleasure already.

"What is that?" she wondered.

"What is what?"

"That point that you're pressing against." And as she said it she felt a slight stirring of need starting inside of her body again.

"It's called a g-spot. If I rub against it you'll climax several times."

"Says who?"

"You don't believe me?" he challenged as he moved a finger to her clit and started to massage her again. All of a sudden she could feel her body heating even quicker than before and she felt her need rise higher and higher. She groaned loudly.

"Just let yourself go with it," he encouraged, as he shifted between rubbing and pushing. 

Not before long, she screamed again as another climax went through her body. This time it was even stronger than the one before. 

Eric seemed smug, and he lifted himself away from her and rolled her onto her stomach. As soon as she could think again, he instructed her to raise her hips and he climbed on top of her and pushed deep inside of her. 

"Raise your hips even higher," he instructed, as he withdrew and then plunged inside again. 

This time he hit straight at her g-spot and she started to moan again. He moved his right hand between her legs and spread them wide, before reaching her clit and starting to rub slightly.

At the same time, he pushed his cock against her g-spot and the combined stimulation of both her insides and outsides had her plunging right into the next climax. This time she screamed loudly, before she fell bonelessly to the bed.

Eric stayed lodged inside of her cunt and she could feel warm liquid seeping from her well-used pussy. 

"How about you?" she asked between breaths.

"Won't you have another one first?"

"I'm exhausted," she answered.

But, still he kept pushing against her pleasure point, and she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Just as she came into position she could feel the tension rise again, and she breathed deeply. He seemed to take that as a hint and lowered his hand toward her clit one more time. 

A few more plunges and she felt her body convulse in contractions one more time. But this time she felt Eric keep on plunging deep inside of her, holding on to her hips and fucking her deeper and harder than before. She clasped her muscles around him, and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Soon afterwards he came with a large roar, before he collapsed on top of her.

Rolling them both to the side, his cock was still lodged inside of her and she could feel small pulses inside of her cunt. Soon after he retreated and removed the condom, before returning to lay behind her, his arms enveloped around her.

In just a few moments, they both fell asleep.