10 comments/ 29854 views/ 28 favorites What Lies Beneath By: Pelaam The dark head slowly rose, followed by the rest of the large, powerful body. Kneeling for an hour or more did not come easy when one's legs were not human but goat. Sotirios groaned softly as he stretched, his hands rubbing over his face and his closely trimmed beard. Prostration was easier, but he felt a personal touch to his prayers, such as making things hard for himself, would ensure they were heard and answered. The grapes, peaches and oranges were from his orchard and vines and the flowers from his garden. However, this was not Dionysus' temple, but Aphrodite's. He had already made his devotion to Dionysus, now he petitioned the goddess of love. Above all else in his life, Sotirios desired to be loved for himself. Whether he was called satyr or faun made no difference to the lonely man. The perception was always the same; a salacious, sexually rampant follower of Dionysus. In his youth, he had taken part in the orgies that followed monthly devotions and he had enjoyed male and female company. However, although one might enjoy a romp with a satyr, you did not marry one. Sotirios knew he was easily attractive enough to entice any number of shepherds or maidens. It made him out of step with his contemporaries who simply sought gratification in whatever shape it came and as often as possible. Sotirios had met Aphrodite on one of his visits to Olympus with Dionysus. He had found her to be beautiful, charming and intelligent, if somewhat remote. Remoteness seemed a trait that was common amongst the goddesses. He had met Hera once, who had remained distant, and Athena, goddess of wisdom and the arts who let him occasionally visit her library on Olympus. Sotirios was proud of his own collection of poetry and prose. Athena, like Dionysus and Aphrodite, knew of his wish for love as he ensured he petitioned them all. But, as yet, he remained as lonely as ever. He was aware of the impending appearance of a god by a displacement of air that he and his kind were sensitive to. A second or two later Aphrodite stood before him. Sotirios bowed low, wondering what occasioned a personal appearance from the beautiful goddess. "I have a job I would like you to undertake for me, Sotirios," she said. Her tone suggesting it was less of a request and more of a command. Not that Sotirios would have presumed to have refused, but he was given little choice. A hand clasped his shoulder. "Come with me," Aphrodite said. Sotirios steeled himself for transporting to Olympus. It was not an unpleasant sensation, but could leave one slightly dizzy and disorientated, especially the first time. As his stomach settled, he realised that had not materialised in, but outside, a temple. Glancing around, he saw Dionysus heading towards his personal temple and received a careless wave from him which he returned. He realised Aphrodite was waiting with an inscrutable look on her face. He followed her as she headed to her temple. He was surprised to see Athena already there, peering intently into a scrying mirror. "Good choice," she said tersely, glancing up and taking in the figure of the satyr behind the other goddess. "Come here and look, Sotirios," she commanded. Sotirios took his place at Athena's side and gazed into the shifting images the crystal displayed. He gasped at the picture of a young man of breath-taking beauty. The youth's glossy hair was straight to his shoulders, his eyes were a deep liquid brown, his cheekbones high and sculptured and his lips the perfect shade of pink to compliment his olive-toned skin. He growled as he saw the young man accosted by two rough men. He could see them taunt him and then catch hold of him as the beauty struggled. He tried to rise to his feet, but a hand on his shoulder from Aphrodite held him immobile. The mirror rippled and the next vision showed the youth with a bruised cheek and lightly swollen eye. "The attack was in the past, Sotirios," Athena explained. "Akakios awoke to be tended by a passing matron whose 'sudden appearance must have chased away his attackers'. In reality, the matron was Aphrodite and I ensured his assailants will hurt no one else," Athena added with a growl. "Why show me this?" Sotirios asked. "How could they hurt such an exquisite beauty?" "Because they sought to possess him and it was not his desire to be a possession. Many assume because he is so beautiful he has little intelligence or will lie with any who use flattering words. Akakios is a very intelligent young man. He is on a pilgrimage which will terminate at my temple close by your home, Sotirios," Aphrodite explained. "We cannot watch over him all the time and do not want him hurt again. I thought you would be a good travelling companion for him and to bring him safely to my temple." "He seeks one willing to look beneath the surface and see him for who he really is," Athena added, watching the satyr from the corner of her eye. "He would never trust a satyr to escort him," Sotirios said, looking from one goddess to the other. Whilst he did not want to openly refuse their request, he could not help feel that to force him to travel with such an exotic and beguiling beauty when he ached for love was a cruel request. "If you do not trust him to accept you as a friend when a satyr, Sotirios, then I can ensure you look human except between the hours of midnight and dawn." Sotirios gave a silent mental sigh. It seemed he was the goddesses' choice and no amount of squirming on his part would get him off this particular hook. "All you desire of me is to accompany him, ensure he is protected?" Sotirios asked, wanting the scenario clear in his mind. "Exactly," Aphrodite said. "You won't quite have the same strength as you possess as a satyr when in human form, but you'll be stronger than most humans. That is, if you wish Akakios to only know you as a man?" Sotirios had a feeling he was being tested in some way, but his mind was in a whirl and he nodded absently. He wanted this task completed as quickly as possible. Even as his head moved, he experienced a strange sensation throughout his body. He stared almost uncomprehendingly at the human legs that supported him. He glanced into a wall-mounted mirror and saw a strange, saturnine human visage staring blankly at him. He retained his dark curly hair and beard, but his horns were gone, his body was still large and furred, but it was human. He took a couple of wobbly steps. "You may find the legs ache as well as needing to get used to walking in them," Aphrodite said curtly. "However, if you prefer...?" "No, no, they will suffice. I will learn to use them. It is only for a couple of days?" Sotirios added worriedly. "For as long as it takes you both to reach my temple," Aphrodite stated. "Your speed of walking may be compromised. " Sotirios was more certain than ever he had failed the goddesses in some way and yet he was undertaking their task. Athena no longer looked at him and Aphrodite's face was a closed book. Closing his eyes as she reached for him, Sotirios sent a prayer for guidance to Dionysus. **** Akakios moved slowly closer to the faint cries for help. He moved cautiously in the wooded area, straining his eyes and ears for anything that suggested a trap, but saw and heard nothing out of place. When he reached the small clearing, he circled it carefully. The man seemed genuinely trapped, but it paid not to be careless. He hefted a large branch before advancing on the hapless man. "Please don't hurt me," Sotirios pleaded. As soon as he was capable of walking with his human legs, Aphrodite had left him here, his foot trapped underground with a root pinning it. He had expected Akakios' company a couple of hours earlier and his throat was hoarse from shouting. He was immortal as a satyr, but had not thought to ask how appearing as a mortal would affect him in other ways than a lessening of his physical strength. Akakios felt a strange connection to the man as he spoke. It was almost as if an inner voice was encouraging him to trust him. He had never felt such a feeling for another before and it made him lower the branch and advance a few more steps before self-preservation kicked in and he stopped, listening intently. "There's no one else here, I promise," Sotirios assured. "My name is Sotirios and my foot is trapped. Will you help me, please?" "I'm not afraid to use this if I have to," Akakios said, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. "Please? I've been here such a long time." Akakios was sure he could hear sincerity in the man's voice and which seemed to have a rough quality that shouting for a long time would have brought about. He looked hot and uncomfortable and a wave of sympathy swept through the slender man. Keeping his branch where it was in easy reach, Akakios knelt by the imprisoned foot and felt in the hole. He could feel the root that had somehow gone over the man's ankle to keep him in place. "I will dig away some of the dirt so I can see better," Akakios said. "If I hurt you I will stop." Sotirios watched as Akakios worked diligently. His heart ached that he had chosen to deceive the young man. The time they spent together would be based on a lie. After a few moments, Sotirios gave a cry. "Have I hurt you?" Akakios panted, stopping instantly. "Not me. You," Sotirios said shakily. The young man's fingers were now bloodied from digging in hard dirt. "My skin isn't used to manual labour," Akakios said, resignedly. "Perhaps I'll tell you my story when you are free and feeling more human." Sotirios almost laughed hysterically at the innocuous comment. The last thing he needed to feel was *more* human. "I'd like that," he said instead, earning a smile that seemed to light up the clearing. "I...I have a knife in my pack," he added. "Perhaps it might help?" "I could try and cut away the root," Akakios grinned and hastened to fetch it. He hacked at the root and sat back as he watched Sotirios twist and pull. Then the limb came free in a shower of dust and dirt that covered them both and Akakios laughed delightedly. "There's a stream nearby," Sotirios offered. "I was heading there when I had my accident. We could clean off; maybe I could catch a fish or two, if you'd be interested in sharing a meal? As a thank-you?" "I'd like that, Sotirios. My name is Akakios and I'm heading to Aphrodite's temple some miles west of here." "The temple outside Minious?" Sotirios asked, knowing the answer. "That's not far from my home. Perhaps we could travel together?" Akakios grinned and nodded and the two men wandered companionably to the stream. Sotirios desperately tried to avoid looking at the enthralling beauty bathing beside him. However, Akakios found himself stealing peeks at the older man. He marvelled at the powerful, furred torso, sighing silently. *That* was how a real man looked. Akakios' shoulder slumped unconsciously. Would this man, too, see him as something pretty to be mere decoration or patronised like so many others before? Akakios determined to prove his usefulness, creating a small camp and lighting a fire as Sotirios caught the fish. They were roasted over the fire and eaten with fresh bread from Sotirios' pack. Akakios thought it the best meal he had eaten in days. "You mentioned your story?" Sotirios prompted. "Would you still like to tell it?" "Not much to tell, really," Akakios smiled. "My family owns a good wine business. My mother died a while ago. My older brother works alongside my father and my younger sister is not yet twelve. She dreams of meeting the perfect man and being married. I did well at lessons and was encouraged to learn more. I hoped to perhaps become a teacher myself, but my brother said I was a drain on the family's resources and made me work in the business. Then I found he was trying to marry me off," Akakios' voice now held a note of incredulity as if he still could not believe what he was saying himself. "Can you imagine it?" Akakios asked Sotirios, who shook his head. "My own brother was bartering me like I was nothing more than some exotic wine. He had a widow, twice my age, lined up because she was wealthy and a similar offer from an older man. All they saw was a pretty face; they neither knew me nor cared about what I wished for out of life. Costas and I had a heated argument. Then he slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor, just as my father came to see what the disturbance was between us that time. He told Costas that I should be free to make my own choice of partner. That night I had a dream about making sacrifices at three of Aphrodite's temples. This is the last. I'm hoping...well...I don't really know. Maybe I'll get some kind of answer regarding what I should do." "I make offerings in that temple myself," Sotirios said quietly, feeling sorry for the young man and wishing he could offer him some kind of comfort. He was glad to see that the bruising that marred the exquisite visage was healing quickly. He was sure that was courtesy of the goddesses with whom the youth seemed to have found favour. "You have?" Akakios queried. He felt his stomach unexpectedly lurch at the admission. "I lead a rather...solitary life," Sotirios smiled. "I know what it's like to be surrounded by those who don't understand how you feel or think. To feel isolated and outcast, even around those who are family." "Are you sure you want to walk with me?" Akakios asked. "I would understand if you wished to travel at your own speed." "I would like the pleasure of your company, Akakios," Sotirios replied honestly. "I have read quite a bit. Maybe tomorrow we can see which writers we have both enjoyed." He gave a slightly theatrical yawn. He knew there were still a couple of hours before he would resume satyr form. However, he wanted the young man deeply asleep. He knew he was going to need to walk and stretch and did not need to be answering awkward questions. "It is late," Akakios agreed, with a genuine yawn of his own. "Time seems to have sped past since we met. I...I feel as though we have know each other a long time," he offered shyly, his face pinkening. Sotirios thought the blush adorable and then composed himself sternly. "We do get along well." He said with a smile. Perhaps this is why Athena and Aphrodite chose me, he thought. As Akakios slept soundly, Sotirios contained his groans as he body resumed satyr shape. He walked for almost an hour, letting his body settle into its true form. Returning to the camp, he slipped beneath his covers silently. He was sure the goddesses would ensure nothing happened whilst they slept. If anything did, he prayed Akakios would forgive him the deception. He liked the youth. There was a lot more to him than just beauty. He had courage and an inner strength that Sotirios recognised and admired. He hoped they could be friends and, if the truth of his true form was revealed, they could remain so. **** The next day was one of the most enjoyable Sotirios had known. They awoke and shared bread, cheese and dried fruit from his pack. He was glad they would only be travelling a couple of days. It would be hard to explain his seemingly ever-full food pack. No matter where the satyr was, Dionysus ensured he had fresh food every day. At home his pantry was replenished and when travelling, his food package was refilled. He intended to catch a rabbit for their evening meal. The more fresh meat he could provide, the fewer questions he would face. As they travelled, the two men talked and talked. Sotirios finding they had read and enjoyed many writers in common. The day passed with incredible swiftness. As the afternoon wore on, Sotirios let Akakios prepare camp once more, whilst he caught their dinner. This time they dined on roast meat and Sotirios was careful with what he shared to accompany the meat. This time he had a couple of apples to offer as dessert. Again, Sotirios waited for Akakios to be asleep to walk for an hour when his body became satyr once more. His heart was heavy at the thought his association with the young man would be over before it had really begun. Akakios was easy company with a bright mind and a wicked sense of humour similar to Sotirios' own. Silently he returned to their camp, his spirits heavy. **** The following day was a little more adventurous. They stopped to help a waggoner whose wheel had broken. Akakios was stunned to watch Sotirios, and the incredible strength of the man, as he was able to help lift the wagon as the wheel was repaired. The younger man was able to make his own contribution when an old woman was struggling with her load. In recompense, she insisted on giving them generous portions of home-made stew which meant there was no need for hunting that night. Night fell too quickly for Sotirios. He had wanted this task over quickly and his wish was coming true. However, now he wanted to spend more time with the young man. He wanted Akakios to see him as his true self and see if their friendship could survive the deception. He bitterly regretted tarring Akakios with the same brush as those who saw only the satyr. He was now certain Akakios would have spent time getting to know Sotirios for himself. "Sotirios?" The satyr froze. It was Akakios' voice. He was suddenly afraid to reveal his true form. "Sotirios, are you here? Please answer me." "I'm here. Everything is well. Go back to the camp," the satyr said, desperately. "This isn't the first night you've done this. If something is troubling you I would listen." "It's nothing," Sotirios lied, glad the young man was not able to see him as clearly as he could see Akakios. He felt a dagger in his heart as he saw Akakios' shoulder slump and head drop. "I thought we were friends." The voice was hurt and sad. "We were...we are," Sotirios corrected himself. "Then why won't you trust me?" "It's just...just," the satyr hoped to give the young man some truth. He owed him that much. "I realised how much I was enjoying our talks and...your company. I can scarcely believe that tomorrow we part to go our separate ways. I will go home and you will end your pilgrimage." The sigh he breathed was a sad sound in the stillness of the night. "I will miss you, Akakios." Akakios peered into the dark. He could just make out the shape of his friend, although in the gloom Sotirios looked different somehow. At the older man's words his stomach had lurched again. He had enjoyed Sotirios' company. The big man had treated him as an equal, not a decoration. He realised he would miss the older man. "I'll miss you, too," he confessed quietly. He felt unbidden tears burn his eyelids. "Perhaps I may call on you after I have been to the temple?" Akakios asked, hoping he did not sound as desperate as he felt. "I'd like that," Sotirios replied, with a smile he knew the younger man could not see, but hoped he would hear. "I'll show you my home before taking you to the temple." "Thank you," Akakios said. "I'll be back at the camp in a few moments, Akakios. You must be chilled. I'm sorry I worried you." The satyr had a blanket to hide his legs and his body fur helped keep him warm. He followed slowly, hoping to slip quickly under his other blanket before Akakios could see him. "Thank you for being my friend, Sotirios." The softly spoken words were another dagger in the satyr's heart. "Thank you, too," he husked. Some friend, he berated himself mentally. He curled up in his bedding, sleep eluding him. He could see no way of revealing his true self now. He was a fool and a coward. He let tears fall unchecked. **** There was little banter between the two men as they got closer to their final destination. All too soon, Sotirios was pointing out his orchard with its mix of fruit, olive and almond trees. "I will miss you, Sotirios," Akakios husked, gazing up into the dark eyes of the bigger man. What Lies Beneath "And I you," Sotirios replied, his heart already aching in anticipated loneliness. Almost in slow motion the two men's bodies came closer, Akakios looking up into Sotirios' eyes. The bigger man's arms reached to enfold him and his own head ducked down. Their lips met gently, chastely and Sotirios felt his aching heart finally shatter. He could not *would* not deceive Akakios any longer. With a cry of pain and despair he pulled away. Akakios hugged himself in suppressed grief. "Sotirios?" he sobbed, brokenly. "I'm sorry, so sorry," he groaned. "I deceived you. I'm not a man. I'm a satyr." No sooner had he spoken the words than his body shifted, resuming its true form. The pain drove Sotirios to his knees. "I presumed to know your mind and pre-judged you, certain you would not want a satyr as company. I know all too well our reputation." "I don't understand. Was all you said to me designed to persuade me into your bed?" Akakios found it hard to marry the lascivious reputation of satyrs with the intelligent, compassionate man he had grown to know over the last few days. "No, no," Sotirios groaned. "Aphrodite set me the task of keeping you safe." "And was kissing me part of that plan?" Akakios asked bitterly. "There was no plan. You had been attacked, she asked I keep you company. At that time I knew nothing of you but your name. I chose to hide my true self and I regret it more than I can ever say. For so long I have complained about people just seeing the satyr and not the man in here," he added, hitting his breast with his fist. "And yet I gave you no choice. I failed their test. I didn't trust you with the truth." Akakios was both bewildered and distraught. He did not know what to believe. His hands covered his face and soft sobs of grief accompanied the shaking of slim shoulders. He did not know what to think or what to do. He felt more alone at that moment than ever before. However, his head shot up at the deep groan of obvious pain from the satyr. Sotirios had tried to stand, but his right leg seemed to have given way. Pushing his grief aside he hastened to the other man's side. "What can I do?" Akakios asked selflessly. The older man might not have trusted him before, but Sotirios had not behaved as a satyr and Akakios could not bear to see him in pain. Perhaps their friendship could be salvaged if they could talk more. But now he needed to *do* something. "Hurts," Sotirios growled from between clenched teeth. "Has it hurt like this before?" Akakios asked. He dropped to his knees, but could see no injury. "No, just aching and stiff," Sotirios confessed. "Is this why you went into the forest?" Akakios guessed. "Yes. Human form was temporary." "You said your home was nearby. Let's get you there," Akakios decided, pulling a heavily muscled arm over his shoulder and straining to help raise Sotirios to his feet. "I'm too heavy," the satyr tried to protest, but found the pain easing as he accepted the youth's assistance. "I can't carry you, but you can lean on me. I'm sturdier than I look." Slowly the two men made their way to Sotirios' small cottage. Sotirios was trying to ignore the shards of pain and Akakios was flushed and sweating, but resolutely holding on to his friend. As they entered the satyr's home, Akakios' eyes darted rapidly around. There was a large bed to the left with a closed door on the opposite wall. In front was a large fireplace in which a fire blazed warmly with a large, thick fur rug on the floor. On the right was a wooden table with a solitary chair and on the far right wall was a window seat with scrolls set in a case alongside it. Another closed door was on the right of the fire. Without bothering to ask, Akakios was angling them to the bed even as he was taking in the layout of the room. He helped lay the satyr on the bed, noticing for the first time that the bigger man did not display his genitals as was common with satyrs. Instead he wore a furred pouch that blended with his own and which covered them. "Do you trust me, Sotirios?" Akakios asked gravely. "Yes," the older man replied. He just wished he had from the beginning. "Perhaps I can massage the pain away," Akakios muttered to himself as much as to the prone man. "Maybe it's some kind of cramp." As he spoke his hand stroked up the shin to squeeze gently at a furred thigh. "Where does it hurt most?" Akakios asked, meeting Sotirios eyes. The sorrow and self-reproach they held made him gasp. "Forgive me, Akakios?" Sotirios pleaded. For a second Akakios was confused, then he saw the plum-hued head of Sotirios' shaft peeking over the pouch that contained it. A flurry of emotions warred within the younger man; shock, arousal, anxiety, desire. He pushed them all down. Sotirios needed his help. "I trust you, Sotirios," he said evenly. "I know at the moment you're not in control of your body. Please just close your eyes and let me tend to you." The gentle motions of caring hands seemed to ease the pain away until, with a start, Sotirios awoke. It was evening and Akakios was slumped, precariously balanced, at the side of the bed, his head on Sotirios' furred thigh. Tenderly, the bigger man manoeuvred Akakios fully onto the bed, intending to take the window seat. However, before he could move, Akakios had thrown an arm across his chest and nestled closely into the larger body. Determined to move as soon as Akakios allowed, Sotirios settled and had no memory of the moment his own eyes closed. **** Akakios blinked as he awoke. He realised he had tight hold of Sotirios and had used the large, furred chest as his pillow. He took a moment to study the bigger male. Small horns were situated above slanted eyebrows. Sotirios' hair was tightly curled in contrast to his own straight tresses. The chest he had slept on was the same, but the legs were thick, powerful, furred and ended in hooves. Akakios thought long and hard, but in essence, this was the same man he had grown to know and... Akakios blinked again. Had he really been going to add love? He had never felt so right in any other's company. They had found much on common and he had enjoyed Sotirios' talks and their discussions. He felt as though he fitted in the bigger man's embrace in a way he had never known before. He did not know whether Sotirios would consider him as a lover, nor did he know to find out. He did not want to lose the most important friendship he had ever had. His body gave an involuntary shiver of inexplicable tension. He then smiled as Sotirios snuggled his body closer, clearly thinking his bed mate chilly. The action warmed more than Akakios' body. He sighed and let sleep claim him once more. **** Sotirios opened his eyes at the unfamiliar sensation of another in his bed. He gave a tender smile to see the still-sleeping Akakios, only now his arms held the slumbering youth. Akakios' arm was across his stomach, slender fingers moving in a caressing motion over his furred hip. He wondered if such a beautiful human would ever consider a satyr lover and gave a mental shake of his head. He had nothing to offer Akakios. In the human world Akakios could find a more suitable mate with wealth and standing as befitted such an intelligent young man. He could offer little more than food and shelter. And the love he seeks an unbidden voice came into his mind. The satyr sighed, determining to enjoy as much of Akakios' company as he was blessed to share. **** When morning came the two men awoke simultaneously. Akakios could not help the pink stain that coloured his cheeks. Although it had been chaste, he had never slept with another. "Good morning, Sotirios. Is your leg better?' Akakios asked. "Much, thank you," the satyr said, with a brief smile. The sight of the perfect lips so close and the adorable blush had the older man wanting nothing more than to press Akakios into the mattress and kiss him senseless. Instead he rose swiftly. "I'll prepare breakfast," he said without turning back and so missing the flash of hurt in Akakios' expressive eyes. There was fresh, warm bread, honey and figs as well as a large jug of orange juice for breakfast and Akakios devoured his with relish. He sat at the table, Sotirios on the window seat. "What will you do after completing your pilgrimage?' Sotirios asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. "I don't know," Akakios replied truthfully. He prayed fervently that he might be asked to stay. "If I return home, things will just go on as before. Costas may be more subtle, but he won't give up on marrying me off. I know him too well. But I have no trade to offer and no money." "You could stay here." Sotirios belatedly wondered where that offer had come from. He wanted to have the youth around, but it would be like being in Tartarus. To live with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, one he was sure he had lost his heart to, and never be able to reveal that love. He gave a silent sigh. From the radiant expression on Akakios' face, however, he could not take back the offer. "Thank you, Sotirios. You would truly let me stay here?" "For as long as you wish," the older man offered. He had brought about his own punishment for his deception. He hoped he could bear it. **** In Olympus three gods stared into a scrying mirror and two sighed impatiently. "Sotirios doesn't feel he deserves love now, or that Akakios could ever love him," Dionysus offered sadly. "And Akakios is too naive to know how to find out if his love is returned without losing a friendship," Athena growled. "So what now?" "We wait a little," Aphrodite said. "They love each other and will make a wonderful pairing. We just need to see if they can work it out for themselves." "A god's work is never done," Dionysus said, shaking his head. "Perhaps I should just go and knock their heads together." "Give them some time alone," Aphrodite said decisively. "They have opportunity to realise what it is they feel and to act on it. A satyr is immune to Cupid's arrows and would know if one was used on a mortal. In truth they don't need that help. I knew as soon as Akakios was born he would be the perfect mate for Sotirios. Let us give them some time." "Or perhaps a shove in the right direction," Dionysus muttered to himself as he left the temple. **** It was the third day that Akakios had accepted Sotirios' offer to stay with him, but the young man's glow was fading. The two men barely saw each other and whilst Sotirios slept in his bed, Akakios curled into the window seat. When he awoke the satyr was either finishing eating or leaving. He stayed away all day, claiming he had devotions to perform at the temple and when he returned home he bathed quickly and retired to bed. Akakios had no idea how to breach the wall that seemed to divide them. Akakios wandered listlessly in the orchard. Although he had selected a couple of ripe peaches, his appetite had deserted him. He barely picked at the fresh food he found daily in Sotirios' pantry. His heart ached. He wished he had someone with experience in such matters to help guide him. A sound started him out of his reverie. "Those look like delicious peaches, young man. Would you be willing to share?" The voice belonged to a grey haired man with a ruddy complexion and smiling face. Without hesitation Akakios held out both. "Here, you may take them. Would you like some water also?" "Thank you, young one." The elderly man sat against a tree and Akakios raced away. He brought back a jug of water and in a small basket he had a cup, bread, cheese and olives. He picked a few more peaches as the older man drank and added them to the basket. "Now, how can I repay you?" The old man smiled as Akakios demurred. "You have cared for me; why not let me help you? You look like you need a friend. You should be full of the joys of living and yet I can see dark smudges beneath those beautiful eyes and they are dull where they should shine. I may be an old man now, but I remember what it was to feel your love unrequited. But are you sure that it is?" Akakios found himself telling the old man everything, except that Sotirios had been sent by Aphrodite. "I'm afraid that if he doesn't love me he will send me away and my heart will shatter," Akakios concluded. "But if you stay, you will fade," the old man replied. "Have you considered that Sotirios may be afraid that you *will* leave. That he expects it? That this is his way of trying to deal with it? He is a satyr. What does he have to offer a bright, beautiful and intelligent young man? This is all he has," the old man waved a hand at the orchard and in the direction of the house. Perhaps he fears *your* rejection. You must be the brave one. I'm sure that beneath this fragile exterior you have a strong backbone. Prepare a feast to share." "We only have one chair," Akakios began and stopped, blushing crimson. "All the better," the old man laughed. "Set it out on the floor. I'll wager you have some good thick furs you can be comfortable sitting on. Put clean linen on the bed, arrange the food on the floor and make him sit and eat with you. You said he was afraid to reveal he was a satyr to you for fear you would reject his friendship. Now the stakes are higher. You *do* love him, don't you?" "Yes," Akakios said decisively. "Then show him. Make him understand this is where you want to be, he is who you want to be with and be prepared to fight for him." As the old man slowly rose to his feet, he found Akakios hugging him tightly. "Thank you," the young man said, determination colouring his voice. "You're welcome" the old man laughed. "Now go and make me proud." Akakios grinned and hurried away, heading for the house he shared with Sotirios. *Their* home. **** Sotirios walked slowly through his orchard, the magnificence of the sunset wasted on the unseeing satyr. Was this the day he would find Akakios gone? Sotirios knew he was torturing himself. He sometimes caught fleeting glances of the hurt and confusion in Akakios' eyes, but was unable to ask the young man for his heart's desire. That Akakios remain with him -- even as a friend. He did not want to lose the most important person in his life, but all he did seemed to create an ever wider chasm he did not know how to bridge. He stared at the door to his home. *Their* home. With a sigh, he opened the door. And stared. The table was in front of the window seat. It was adorned with a large vase of fresh flowers and platters of food. However, the plates and cups were set by the fire. The smell of the food seemed more enticing than normal. If he were honest, he had eaten little over the last couple of days and his stomach growled its appreciation. The bed had also received attention. The furs lay at the bottom and flower petals were scattered over the sheets. Another part of Sotirios body let its appreciation be known. "Sit down, Sotirios," Akakios said, appearing from the pantry holding a jug of wine. "I'll serve you." The satyr obeyed unthinkingly and a plate of roast lamb and potatoes, flavoured with lemon, was handed to him. His cup was filled with a dark, rich, ruby-red wine. He gave Akakios a hesitant smile as the younger man came and sat so close that their legs brushed one another. As they ate, one felt apprehension mounting, the other anticipation. At the conclusion of the meal, Akakios cleared the dishes away, unaware of Sotirios' growing fears. "Sotirios," Akakios began, his mouth dry. "You offered me a place here for as long as I liked, but..." Sotirios could see the young man's mouth still moving, but heard no more sounds. Akakios was going to leave. All his rehearsed responses evaporated like morning dew. Akakios was *leaving* him. Suddenly it did not matter what he had to do or say to make the young man stay. He dropped to his knees, his face buried in Akakios' midriff, crying and begging. "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me." He could feel Akakios' hands touching him, but felt frozen in place, unable to respond. Finally some of Akakios' words and their sound permeated his haze. "...frightening me, Sotirios. Please, Sotirios." He let gentle hands help him to his feet. He did not want the young man scared. He felt the bed strike the back of his knees and let himself fall back. "Don't go," he begged softly. He looked up into Akakios' face and saw the tears falling from the beautiful eyes. He raised a trembling finger to wipe shakily at them. "Crying?" The satyr husked. "I'm not leaving you, Sotirios. Not now, not ever. I love you," Akakios said huskily. "I love you," he repeated more softly. "Love me? You love *me*?" Hope flared in the big man's heart. He found himself straddled by Akakios. "Don't ever do that to me again. You scared me so much." Despite the scolding tone of voice, gentle hands wiped away the satyr's own tears. He reached to frame the adored face. "I love you so much, Akakios," he rasped. Slowly, incrementally, they moved closer together, each giving the other time to pull back, until their lips met once more. The soft, tentative touch became harder, deeper, more demanding as tongues slid against one another each learning the textures and tastes of the other's mouth. Sotirios lay back properly, spreading his thighs to cradle Akakios closely to his body. Finally, reluctantly, they parted, panting softly. "Sotirios," Akakios moaned, rocking his body into the bigger man. The satyr made a pleased noise deep in his throat at the feel of his lover-to-be's hardness. "I'll take care of you, precious one," Sotirios vowed. "Let me see you?" "And I you?" Akakios asked as he eased away from the bigger male. Sotirios nodded, smiling. He was easily naked. The furred pouch sailed into the centre of the room to leave him rampantly erect. The gasp and wide-eyed look from his mate were not unexpected. He was as gloriously endowed as all his kind. He reached to help Akakios finish disrobing, staring appreciatively at the expanse of olive-tinted, smooth flesh and the slender erection, red and dripping, which jutted proudly from a modest nest of dark curls. "Perfect," Sotirios growled. Akakios stared at the satyr's prestigious flesh. He knew the mechanics of lovemaking, but found it hard to believe something so magnificently built would ever fit inside him. His hand reached hesitantly, then he looked at Sotirios for permission. "You may touch me as you wish, precious," Sotirios husked. He wanted Akakios' hand, his mouth, on his aching flesh He wanted to be buried deep inside the beloved body, but would move only at the young man's pace. Akakios' hand could barely encircle Sotirios' manhood. He stroked experimentally, pleased to see the glistening tears of liquid need that slipped from the slit at the purple-hued dome. He caught a drop on his finger. He stared mesmerised as Sotirios caught the hand and brought it to his lips to lick clean. His hand was guided back and another drop caught. This time it was lifted to Akakios' mouth and the young man tasted the offering hesitantly. It was salty, yet sweet and had a unique flavour of the satyr himself. Akakios was instantly addicted and repeated the gesture. Gently, not wanting to move too fast, Sotirios manoeuvred them to kneel over the lithe form of his mate. He bent his head to lick at one virgin breast. The coffee areola pebbled instantly and the cinnamon nipple tightened into a hard, sweet nub. Sotirios paid homage to them both as befitted things of exquisite beauty, sucking, nipping and licking until Akakios was incoherent with pleasure and need. Sotirios eyes devoured the sight of Akakios' flushed arousal. It curved to the satyr's right and wept its juices to leave a small pool on smooth flesh. He licked at the pre-come, deciding it was sweeter than the best wine he had ever tasted. What Lies Beneath "Please," Akakios begged. He ached and burned, the feelings were as nothing he had ever experienced before. "Let me pleasure you," Sotirios husked. He took the flared head of his lover into his mouth and suckled slowly to a scream of his name. He reached one large hand across Akakios' midriff to hold him in place and slid his mouth effortlessly to envelop the entire rock-hard rod. As his nose buried itself in musk-scented curls and his throat began to massage his mate's shaft, Sotirios cupped Akakios' sac and squeezed tenderly. The result was an impassioned scream of his name and an eruption of his mate's sweet crème pulsing freely down Sotirios' throat. The erotic offering was enough to trigger the satyr's own release and his hot, thick juices flowed over Akakios' satin-smooth thigh. As Akakios lay barely conscious, recovering from his climax, he felt his lover's tongue cleansing his body and he gave a soft moan, arching as best he could into the caress. He nestled happily as Sotirios' large body wrapped tightly around him. "Love you," he whispered. "Love you, precious," Sotirios replied. He kissed his beloved as Akakios desired until the younger man slipped into sleep. The satyr lay watching, relishing the feel of the one he loved, and who loved him, in his arms. **** Sotirios awoke with the dawn and with the treasured sensation of Akakios draped over his chest. It seemed his lover enjoyed using him as his pillow. He fought to hold back the laugh of joy that threatened to bubble fee. Not content with simply using Sotirios as a pillow, Akakios had crawled on top of the satyr. His left hand was on Sotirios' shoulder and a slender leg was between the satyr's muscular own. Sotirios' manhood showed its approval on the thigh that nestled closely, already hard and leaking. The older man had never felt so complete. He nuzzled the straight, glossy tresses. Akakios made a sound of contentment and slowly opened his eyes. He gave an incandescent smile of joy and angled his head for a kiss that was instantly bestowed. He gave a low groan as Sotirios lifted him easily to pull his body further up his own. Large, strong hands each palmed a nether cheek, squeezing them repeatedly and pulling their bodies impossibly closer. They kissed and undulated, their juices flowing freely, slickening their erections as they ground faster and harder, each man desperate to bring pleasure to the other. "Sotirios," Akakios moaned. Heat, pooled low in his belly, was radiating outwards, consuming him with flames of desire and love for the bigger man beneath him. He heard the guttural groan of his name from the satyr and, as wet heat pulsed between them, his own cry of completion was swallowed by Sotirios' eager mouth as he was pulled down for a soul-searing kiss. Sated and satisfied, by more than just the physical release, Akakios nuzzled happily into the furred body and did not remember his eyes closing. When he next opened his eyes he was alone in the bed and his body cleansed of their earlier lovemaking. He felt his cheeks heat at how senseless he must have been and his heart thrummed with love for the man who had cared so tenderly for him. As he rose from the bed to seek his mate, Sotirios came out of the room opposite. The two men embraced lovingly. "Stay with me, Akakios," Sotirios whispered. "Stay with me always." "Always, my love," Akakios agreed, smiling at the tiny blush that stole briefly across Sotirios' face at the younger man's endearment. "After breakfast and bathing we need to go to Aphrodite's temple and leave her an offering of thanks and at Dionysus' so I can let him know I have bound myself to you and only you." "I love you," Akakios smiled, as he was steered towards the laden table. **** Their devotions complete, the lovers began their walk home. Before they reached the orchard, they were holding hands. As they wandered through Sotirios' copse they were kissing. As they reached the front door, they were almost tearing off Akakios' clothing, desperate for the feel of skin-on-skin. "Want you, Sotirios," Akakios' said, his voice almost a growl of need. "Want you to make love with me." He lay naked and needy on the bed, his legs spread wide as he tried to entice his mate into taking him. "Hush, love, gently," Sotirios' soothed. His need was no less great, the fire of love and longing scorched through both men equally. However, Akakios was as yet untouched and Sotirios knew he was the one who needed to remain calm. "Let me relax you a little." He licked his lips, eagerly eyeing the rosy-hued shaft that jerked enticingly on Akakios stomach. Moving to kneel between wide-flung legs Sotirios devoured Akakios' erection to the root, sucking and massaging the excited flesh. He was rewarded almost instantly with the outpouring of hot, salty-sweet crème to which he was already addicted. Akakios slumped, the all-consuming flames of desire temporarily banked, but the younger man knew they would quickly flare up once more. The need to have Sotirios buried inside him, for them to become as one, was unassuaged and was still burning in his veins. He gazed at the bigger man through satiated, heavy-lidded eyes. "I think you relaxed me," he smiled. Sotirios' eyes held a predatory gleam as he licked his lips slowly, ensuring he had not missed a single drop of his lover's precious seed. He leant forward and kissed Akakios deeply, letting the younger man taste himself. "I know what you want, what we both yearn for, precious one," the satyr said. "But you must trust me. Let me dictate how fast we move and I promise you pleasure even beyond that which we have shared and which is already more than anything I have ever experienced." Akakios felt his body melt and his blood boil at the words and the sensual husk in which they were spoken. He nodded, unable to articulate, settling for pulling his mate's mouth to his and kissing him deeply. "Lie here a moment, beloved," Sotirios grinned. He returned a few moments later and swept the still-pliant body into his arms, the two men kissing languidly as the satyr negotiated his way into the bathing room. He had half filled the sunken bath it contained. "Most satyrs do not have somewhere to call home as they sleep with shepherds or maidens or in Dionysus' temples. I wanted that. I wanted *my* home. Streams are good in summer to swim in, but in colder weather, this is ideal. Thanks to Hephaestus the bath fills with heated water when I need it and drains away when I'm finished. No one has ever shared this bath with me," Sotirios added, as he stepped down into the water and settled Akakios to sit astride his thighs. The younger man gave a sigh of pleasure as he nestled against the large furred body in the soothingly warm water. He moaned his appreciation as Sotirios nibbled at his throat, arching his neck backwards to offer easier access. He groaned as a sharp nip was followed by a gentle sucking sensation and he knew his lover had left his mark. The thought sent a frisson throughout the lithe frame and Akakios' sated sex began to slowly fill. As his lover's mouth fed from Akakios' throat and shoulders, his large hands cupped the smaller mans buttocks, kneading and spreading them, letting Akakios slowly become accustomed to such intimate play. Akakios groaned as sharp teeth worried at his breast, tugging at the diamond-hard nubbin and sucking slowly and deliberately. A hand played with his sac, squeezing the orbs it protected and it was with a gasp that Akakios' body was tenderly breached by a single, thick finger. Akakios' was barely given time to focus on the new sensation as Sotirios bit hard on the tender teat between his teeth, expertly distracting his lover until the tight sheath had relaxed enough for him to begin a slow, sensual slide in and out of his mate's body. He smiled around the flesh he erotically tortured as Akakios began to writhe in reaction to the intimate caress. He had poured oil into the bath and the water itself also helped him to enter Akakios' most intimate channel. He moved to make love to Akakios' other breast as he readied a second finger at the tight entrance. He repeated his actions and this time when his lover had accepted his fingers, he began to spread them, stretching the virginal passage to whimpers of need from his mate. Sotirios curled his fingers to an impassioned cry of his name. He smiled at the look of stunned bewilderment on his virgin lover's face. The expressive chocolate orbs were wide with a mix of pleasure and puzzlement. "Men have a hidden jewel, precious one," he whispered into Akakios' ear, chasing the words with his tongue. "One that makes this kind of play especially pleasurable." He rubbed his lover's sweet spot over and over. Finally he could feel the smaller man pushing back onto the three fingers that worked inside his body and forwards against his stomach with his resurgent flesh. Quickly he moved them from the bath to the bed, drying their bodies with a swiftness that made Akakios dizzy. Then the big man was between his lover's spread thighs, his fingers back inside Akakios' sheath as he generously oiled his rampant erection. His flesh was long, thick and lightly furred towards the base. The shaft was red with need and its head a dark shade of damson. Akakios was bereft as the fingers left his body and then Sotirios' arousal was pulsating against his aching void. "Take me," he pleaded. "Love me, make us one." "Relax, my sweet one," Sotirios soothed. He craned his large body over his mate's, his mouth meeting Akakios and began his slow slide to his lover's heart. He could feel Akakios' hands clutching desperately at his shoulders and the smooth legs tighten around his waist. He swallowed Akakios' moans, a hand reaching to tweak hard at over-sensitive breasts to distract Akakios as he finally sank into the tightest, hottest place he had ever known. The slender channel clung with tenacity to his flesh as he pushed inside. It rippled erotically around him, threatening to send him over the edge before he had opportunity to truly enjoy being buried inside the one he loved. As their sacs nestled intimately together, Sotirios held still, letting Akakios become accustomed to the sensation of being so fully filled and his own body ease away from the edge of completion. As he felt the tension leave his lover's body he began a series of gentle undulations, his build ensuring Akakios' jewel was rubbed with every motion. His grin was feral as Akakios thrashed his head from side to side, the long tresses fanning out on the pillow, as he pleasured his mate. Already he could feel Akakios' flagging flesh begin to harden once more, pressing slickly against his stomach as the men moved in harmony. "Love you, love you," Akakios moaned between kisses, as Sotirios' tongue thrust into his mouth to match the rhythm of his hips. "And I you, like no one before and none again," the satyr vowed, his eyes locking with Akakios. "I'm so close, precious one, so close," he groaned. He burrowed a hand between their heated bodies to begin stroking Akakios in time with his movements. He wanted them to reach their zenith together. He felt the lithe body tighten and slender hips thrust upwards to take Sotirios that bit deeper and then Akakios was convulsing beneath him, screaming his name, his release spraying them both. Sotirios threw back his head and bellowed Akakios' name, his seed pouring freely into the still-tight channel that contracted brutally around him. Akakios had never known a climax as powerful in his short life. His vision greyed as his flesh spurted over and over and then Sotirios' voice roared in his ear. He fought off the encroaching greyness to relish the feel of his lover's liquid heat filling his body with his living essence. Being possessed by the satyr in such a primal way was his last coherent thought and he let himself float in the languid afterglow. Sotirios felt his lover go lax. However, Akakios' sheath still retained its insistent grip. The satyr's sex continued to pulse seed into Akakios even after the young man had lost his battle to remain conscious. When he had nothing left with which to fill his mate, Sotirios remained in Akakios' body, simply enjoying the physical union and the feel of his flesh sliding inside his lover. He mourned the loss of that connection as he finally began to soften and Akakios' channel released its grip. He could see his lover was beginning to revive and pulled gently from the haven of the beautiful body. He licked the smooth, warm skin of Akakios' chest and stomach clean, before moving lower. Some of his release glistened against satin-soft thighs as it slipped from his lover's depths, testament to the prodigious volume of semen satyrs produced. Sotirios head dropped between the young man's legs, tongue lapping first at Akakios' thighs and then at his stretched portal. Sotirios made a sound part-way between growl and groan at the intimate taste of his lover seductively overlaid with his own seed. His tongue darted into Akakios' body again and again, the satyr vowing to perform this act when Akakios was able to enjoy it. He reluctantly left his mate's entrance and arranged them so that his smaller lover draped languorously over his broad chest. He smiled as heavy-lidded eyes opened to gaze at him in naked adoration. "I felt as though we were one, Sotirios," Akakios rasped, his throat still raw from his primal scream, but still conveying the sound of wonder. "Not just in body, but in spirit." "I swear that it has never been so with another, precious," Sotirios promised. "But then, I have never loved another before," he added, pulling Akakios down to kiss tenderly. "Don't ever leave me," Akakios begged, clinging tightly to the bigger body. "Never, Akakios," the satyr vowed. "I have bound myself to you and you alone and you are *mine*." The last word was spoken in a deep growl that sent shivers throughout Akakios' lithe form. "Yours," he whispered, his voice laden with awe. He dropped his head to suckle contentedly at a thick, dark nipple as Sotirios' rumbled his appreciation in what sounded suspiciously like a purr. He hummed happily as his lover's hand began to stroke his hair. Sotirios was aware of the second Akakios drifted into sleep. "Thank you, Aphrodite," he whispered. "I swear I will never take for granted the love of this generous youth that you led me to. Nor let you down in any way. He is my heart and I love him more than I have words to say. Thank you, my lady." **** Akakios attended the monthly devotional to Dionysus at his temple with Sotirios. After Dionysus' priestesses made their sacrifices and offerings and danced for the assembled, his followers split into pairs or groups, drinking and revelry ensuing. Akakios did not reveal to his mate that some of Sotirios' brother satyrs had been deliberately or unthinkingly hurtful. Some had stared at him as though he was nothing more than a curiosity, others had shook their heads declaring him little more than a short-term, passing fancy and some had simply looked incredulously, wondering how Sotirios could settle for one human, irrespective of their beauty, when there was a banquet of men and women to sample. Akakios tried to ignore them all, although one satyr made him particularly uncomfortable. It seemed that no matter where he and his lover went, Takis' eyes followed them. The young man was uncertain whether the satyr was looking at him, Sotirios or at them as a couple and a curiosity. As it was Sotirios' home temple, the satyr took his lover into a more secluded area. He had no intentions of making love with Akakios in public, but was relaxed enough for them to share kisses. He wanted Dionysus to know how happy they were, certain that the 'helpful old man' had been his god in disguise. Dionysus has seemed remarkably unsurprised at his satyr's revelation and Sotirios had noticed him rubbing his hands as if particularly pleased with the event. It was a warm evening and all his mate wore was a simple shift that reached to mid-thigh, cinched at the waist with a leather belt hand-made by Sotirios himself. Akakios' hair shone and, in the satyr's eyes, there were no others to compare with his beauty. They settled themselves on a pile of soft cushions, the smaller man beneath his bigger mate. As they kissed, Sotirios soon forgot their public location, his hand sliding higher and higher up Akakios' smooth thigh to fondle at his lover's arousal. He was suddenly aware that Akakios had stilled and gazed with concern at his lover. Following the young man's shocked gaze, he saw Takis stroking his prestigious erection as he watched the couple. "We are not your personal entertainment, Takis," Sotirios growled menacingly, ensuring Akakios' body was swiftly covered from the other's lascivious gaze. "Some participate, some watch," Takis said, his hand continuing its motions as he addressed Sotirios, but stared at Akakios. Sotirios stood and held out a helping hand to his lover, keeping his bulk between the young human and second satyr. "Then we will leave you to decide which you want to do," Sotirios said, urging Akakios ahead of him. At home the lovers dedicated their lovemaking to the gods that had brought them together and vowed to leave Dionysus' temple before commencing intimacy in the future. **** Time moved swiftly by for the couple and they were as happy several months later as on the first day of their life as a bound pair. Akakios wandered a little ways from their orchard, hearing the sounds of shouting. He edged carefully into the nearby wood and crept forwards. Three men were engaged in a desperate fight, a fourth lay unconscious or dead. The fallen man and two of the three remaining combatants were wearing similar garb and Akakios distrusted them instinctively. The third, a handsome blond had a sword wound in his side, bleeding freely, and was obviously tiring. Knowing Sotirios would be listening out for him, and fervently praying his voice would carry, Akakios picked up a stout branch, yelled for his lover and charged into the fray. He managed to force one of the swordsmen away from the injured blond and found himself in a desperate fight for his own life. He repeatedly parried strong sword strokes as the big, dark man thrust angrily at the lithe brunette. Just as Akakios thought his strength was not going to be enough a furious bellow heralded the arrival of Sotirios. Akakios was pulled behind the satyr's body as the bigger male wielded a branch that made Akakios' look like a twig in comparison. The younger man could not help the shudder as Sotirios' weapon connected with the skull of their attacker. He was no fighter, but was certain that the sickening crunch meant the falling man would hurt no one else again. Akakios saw the blond had managed to deal with the last man and, as Sotirios checked the three similarly dressed men, Akakios tended to the blond. He could tell a doctor was needed, but as he turned to ask Sotirios, he heard the satyr gasp. "This is Iolaus, beloved of Hercules," Sotirios said. "Try and staunch the bleeding and I will try and contact Dionysus. Akakios tore his own clothing to create a makeshift bandage and pressed against the wound, trying to ignore the pained moans from the man he tried to help. He could see Sotirios kneeling; the satyr's face a mask of deep concentration. Then things happened so quickly that Akakios was left completely disorientated. Dionysus appeared with Aphrodite. The goddess swept the injured Iolaus into her arms and vanished. Sotirios hugged Akakios to his body and the young man felt the world spin crazily as his shoulder was touched by Dionysus. He stood, swaying dizzily, as he realised they were no longer in the forest. He tried to speak, but no sound came. He realised that sounds around him were diminishing and began to crumple slowly to the floor. What Lies Beneath Sotirios was telling Dionysus what had happened when movement caught his eye. With a cry of concern, he moved quickly to catch Akakios before his lover collapsed to the ground. **** When Akakios' eyes opened, he was laid on a soft bed and Dionysus was smiling gently at him. "You've caused quite a stir in Olympus, young Akakios," he said, offering a glass of watered wine for Akakios to drink. "O...Olympus?" Akakios spluttered. He glanced around him. The temple he was in was very similar to the one at home. "They're all very similar whether here or on Earth," the god said, guessing Akakios' mind. "Is Iolaus well?" Akakios said, suddenly remembering what had caused all the bewildering activity. "Yes, thanks to your timely intervention. He and Hercules were doing some work for Athena. She was focused on Hercules when Iolaus became in need of help. There are a few gods grateful to you for saving him." "To...to me?" Akakios squeaked. "I am fond of the boys for one," Dionysus smiled. "They try and make a difference on Earth without any pretentiousness. Then there's Aphrodite, Athena and even Zeus. Zeus has a soft spot for his demigod son and as Iolaus is Hercules' beloved, that extends to the young mortal, too. Hercules has been brought here. He's bound to want to give you his personal thanks. He loves Iolaus the way Sotirios loves you. I don't know what would have become of him if Iolaus had been lost to us." "I just couldn't stand by," Akakios whispered. "I'm not a hero." "Yes you are," Dionysus nodded. "I knew you had a remarkable strength hidden beneath a fragile exterior. You might as well rest quietly whilst you may," he added. "Once everyone is fully apprised of all that happened, you will be sought out. Sotirios can only keep them at bay for a short time." **** Dionysus' words were prophetic. It seemed no time at all until Akakios was ushered from the bed to stand in Athena's temple. The goddess thanked Akakios for his bravery which was echoed by Aphrodite. He was introduced to a large, impressively built man; Hercules. The demigod hugged Akakios tightly, whispering in the brunette's ear his heartfelt thanks and vowing to do anything that Akakios might ask of him. The young man was then taken to Iolaus who had been treated by Apollo's son Asclepius. He was pleased to see the blond sitting up and was hugged a second time. Throughout all the thanks, Akakios noticed an older, regal man watching with interest although he remained distant. Sotirios stood at Dionysus' side. Part of him was incredibly proud of his young lover and pleased to see him receive the accolades deserved. Another part wanted to whisk his mate away, cover every precious inch of the adored body with kisses and reassure himself Akakios was unhurt. "He's fine," Dionysus whispered. "Although I think he'll need a lot of loving attention when you get home." "He shall have all he needs," Sotirios vowed. **** The couple quickly resumed their usual routine, Akakios not wanting word of his part in the rescue of Iolaus made public. In addition to Athena's thanks, the goddess had presented the young man with a small silver talisman and a set of matching rings for him and Sotirios. These were the only outward signs of his bravery. Sotirios was at the temple and Akakios wandered around the orchard selecting some oranges with which to soak in wine to accompany the bread and cheese he had ready for his lover's lunch. He gave a start as Takis came up silently behind him. "Sotirios isn't here," Akakios said, believing the other satyr would be looking for his mate. "I know. I left him making devotions at the temple," Takis said, moving closer to the slight human. "I brought some wine." He held up a small skin of wine, smiling as Akakios began to nervously back away. "If you want to bring wine to share when Sotirios is here, you are welcome, Takis," Akakios said, trying to keep his voice strong and confident. "I have no desire to drink with you when my mate is not here." "Too bad," the other satyr hissed. He moved swiftly, pinning the small man beneath his bulk with ease. He opened the wine skin and forced it between Akakios lips, his hand gripping the struggling man's jaw with painful intensity. Akakios had no option but to swallow or choke. The wine was strong and heady and the young man could feel it spreading heat throughout his body. As the wine skin was pulled from between his lips, Takis' mouth descended. Unable to move his jaw from the powerful grip, Akakios groaned his denial and frustration as his mouth was raped by the satyr's pillaging tongue. Then, to Akakios' horror and shame he felt his manhood begin to stir as the tongue slide sinuously inside his mouth, imitating another, more intimate, act. Takis ground shamelessly down on the growing bulge he could feel at Akakios' groin and grinned salaciously at the trapped man. "Dionysus' special vintage," he growled, biting at the fragile flesh of Akakios' throat, feeling the human's growing hardness. "Soon you will be begging me to take you. You will become more and more aroused and sexual release is the only way to get it out of your system. Imagine your manhood aching and engorged, dripping with the need to spill, your sac filled almost beyond its capacity with seed and no means of release except by my will. By the time your precious Sotirios arrives here, I will have taken you over and over and each time will have been at your plea." "I will never beg you," Akakios cried, desperately. "My body is Sotirios' and his alone." Akakios' blood ran cold at the callous words. He suddenly bucked with all his strength, the movement unexpectedly strong for his slight frame, and managed to dislodge his would-be rapist. Struggling to his feet, his arousal already hard and leaking, Akakios began to run home. It was his intention to lock himself in the cottage. Once safe from Takis, he was certain he could take care of the unwanted erection. He slammed the door closed and slid the bolt in place. He stood behind the table, his hand nervously fingering the medallion he wore as Takis' bulk slammed against the cottage entrance. The bolt held only for two enraged charges and on the third it splintered and a grinning Takis filled the doorway. Akakios tried to keep the table between him and the rampant satyr, hoping to make another run. However, his hopes were dashed as Takis simply hefted the table, throwing it across the room to smash into the window seat. Then he was lifted and thrown with unerring accuracy to land on his back on the bed, all the air forced from his lungs. With an agile leap, Takis landed astride the stunned human. He flipped Akakios easily onto his stomach and restrained the young man's hands with thin rope behind his back. He slapped at the peachy globes bared to his sight, laughing at the sobbing denials now spilling from Akakios' lips. "Soon you will be begging me," he said coldly. He flipped Akakios over again, sitting astride slender thighs, and shoving the flimsy shift up high enough to bare the youthful chest. His smile was feral at the already purpled shaft. He tweaked Akakios' nipples, smiling as they hardened under his unwanted touch. He withdrew more thin rope from his hip pouch and began to tie it at the base of Akakios' painfully erect manhood and around his sac. "Only when you have pleaded with me to have you will I let you have the release you need," he leered, moving to nip at the diamond-hard nubs on the creamy smooth chest. Akakios was in Tartarus. His body screamed for release, his penis was agonisingly swollen and his sac felt it was about to burst, and his mind screamed only for the touch of his husband. Tears fell unchecked as he silently prayed for help. His eyes closed to block out the sight of the smirking satyr as Takis rubbed a calloused thumb over the leaking slit of his manhood. A scream rent the air and the heavy weight of Takis vanished and Akakios' tears of fear became of joy as Sotirios' beloved voice was in his ear. "I'm here, precious. You will be well, I swear it." As Sotirios eased Akakios forward to untie his hands, the younger man saw Dionysus and Athena glowering menacingly at the hapless Takis, whom in turn stared fearfully at a man who looked faintly familiar to the distressed Akakios. He heard Sotirios growl angrily as the satyr carefully cut away the bindings on his genitals. "Sotirios, please, I hurt," Akakios whimpered. "My Lord?" Sotirios asked desperately, uncertain what best to do to alleviate Akakios' suffering. "Take them, Athena," the second man spoke. "Dionysus and I will take care of Takis." Athena materialised the three of them in Aphrodite's temple and then vanished to bring Apollo and Asclepius to aid the young man who keened softly in pain. As she left, Aphrodite fussed over the young human, settling him and Sotirios onto her personal, huge, four-posted, comfortable divan. She comforted him as best she could; Dionysus' special wine was not designed for mortals, who were so fragile. Seconds later, Athena appeared with the other gods. Apollo and his son murmured together before encouraging Akakios to drink a potion Asclepius materialised. "He needs release, Sotirios," Apollo said gently. "That will help him the most." At that moment Dionysus appeared with the other god. The gods then gathered together. "Sotirios," Akakios moaned. The potion had eased his pain somewhat, but he still ached with need. "I am Zeus, Akakios." The voice was deep and resonant, temporarily making the young man forget his pain. "Takis will hurt no other again. He will out his remaining days as a goat. Drink this." Akakios was handed a goblet of golden liquid Zeus materialised. It tasted like apple juice and as he drank, the pain began to ease. "Thank you, my Lord," he whispered, as he returned the empty goblet. "This meeting was originally arranged for the evening before the next devotional at Dionysus' temple," Zeus said. "It seems that you have been petitioning Dionysus, Athena and Aphrodite very hard, Sotirios." The satyr glanced at his young lover. Akakios would age and die, leaving the satyr with a broken heart. He had been fervently praying to the gods to spare him that pain. He hoped they would permit him to go to the Elysian Fields with his beloved. "I have asked that I not be separated from Akakios at his death," he nodded. "No, Sotirios," Akakios cried. "You are immortal." "And I love you," the satyr said, crushing the smaller body to his. "I have no desire to live without you." "Nor shall you." Zeus' words caught both men's attention. "Many have petitioned me on your behalf, Sotirios. The gods here in this room as well as Hercules and Iolaus. I have looked at the joy you have brought one another and the selflessness you have each shown. Akakios," he said, smiling kindly at the wide-eyed youth. "Tell Sotirios what drink I gave you." "Apple juice, Lord," the young man said, bemused at the turn of conversation. "Indeed it was," Zeus nodded. "It was the juice of a very special, golden apple, Sotirios. An apple from the Garden of Hesperides." It took a moment for the significance of the words to fully sink into Sotirios' mind. Then a wide smile bloomed over his face, the gods in the room smiling and nodding at him as realisation set in. "Akakios is immortal?" Sotirios asked. He *needed* to hear the words. "Yes, Sotirios. You never actually asked for your own mortality, just that Akakios' death not part you. Now it won't," Athena said, her smile becoming a wide grin. "Now it is time we left you and Akakios alone so you can care for him," Aphrodite said, ushering the other gods away from the couple. "And where better than my temple to make love," she added with a wink. The moment they were alone, Sotirios acted. He ripped the shift from his lover's body and inhaled the purpled penis to the root, trying to avoid putting any undue pressure on painfully swollen flesh. An impassioned cry of his name accompanied the immediate flood of sweet crème and Sotirios swallowed all his mate could offer. Despite the intensity of the release, Akakios whimpered as he felt his manhood barely soften. "I will take care of you, precious one," Sotirios vowed. He threw away his pouch, freeing his own erection, whilst his mind worked frantically. He needed to ensure his lover attained release with as little direct stimulation to the young man's swollen genitals as possible. He arranged Akakios to kneel astride his head. His large hands spread the luscious globes above him. Pulling them wide, Sotirios set diligently to work. He felt his lover undulate carefully, the young man clinging tightly to a post for support. Akakios moaned his appreciation. In this position, Sotirios was able to thrust deeply into his body. The long, agile muscle began by licking at his tightly furled flesh. Slowly, his rosebud blossomed, opening to the slick invader, all defences falling before the erotic conqueror. He felt it glide in and out, going deeper and deeper, until he was shimmering on the edge of release. Sotirios relished pleasuring his mate and enjoyed the intimacy of this act. As Akakios' sheath began to relax, he plunged deeply into blood-hot tightness. He was surrounded by his mate's taste and scent. His own erection throbbed and dripped, but he ignored it, focusing on his lover. He spread the cheeks fractionally further and pushed his tongue in hard, flicking it successfully against his lover's secret jewel. The satyr was certain the scream from Akakios would have been heard throughout Olympus and the thought had his own release spurting as Akakios convulsed above him, warm wetness splashing his furred chest from their combined climaxes. Akakios slumped to the side of his mate, kissing the furred hip in unspoken gratitude. The desire to find release still burned, but his flesh was becoming less painful with each climax he was given. He murmured softly as Sotirios licked carefully as the still half-hard flesh. He let his lover roll him onto his stomach as he recovered and groaned as oil-drenched fingers dove inside him, stretching and slickening him. The fingers caressed his sweet spot making him writhe and push back. "Ride me, beloved," Sotirios husked. Whimpering needily, Akakios crawled to straddle his mate. Large, caring hands helped steady him as he raised his body over his lover's rampant organ. They remained on his hips as Akakios rode the thick rod impaling him. He moaned Sotirios' name over and over. He felt as though he could feel every crease and vein in his lover's erection. He clenched and relaxed his channel as he rose up and plunged down, wailing softly as he massaged his jewel with a shimmy on each decent. He groaned his appreciation as Sotirios began a rapid succession of short, sharp jabs that struck his sweetness. He could feel his release building and then his orgasm stormed through his body, igniting every cell in its path, as Sotirios tenderly ran a single finger from root to tip on his bobbing flesh. Sotirios gave a guttural groan as his mate's sheath contracted around him repeatedly. He fought against the impending climax, wanting to save himself for one more shared orgasm with Akakios. He was pleased to see the young man's shaft finally returning to its normal colour and the swelling almost completely gone. However, he was certain Akakios had one more release as the younger man was not yet fully lax. This time, however, he was going to make love with the beautiful youth. Sotirios manoeuvred their bodies to loom over his smaller lover. He re-sheathed himself in the beloved body. "Wrap your legs around my waist," Sotirios whispered. Akakios obeyed, moaning as Sotirios slid in deeper when he raised his legs. With infinite slowness, Sotirios withdrew half of his length before pushing back with the same slow tempo. "Sotirios," Akakios groaned as his husband's shaft easily nudged his prostate. Pleasure swept through his body, rolling in wave after wave. He felt Sotirios withdraw a little further and push in a little harder. Soft mewls spilt from Akakios' mouth as Sotirios repeated his actions over and over without increasing his speed. "Tell me what you feel," Sotirios groaned breathlessly, leaning down to lick Akakios' neck, tasting the sweat-damp flesh. "I ...you...you make me feel like nothing I've ever felt before. You're a fire that burns forever within me. I want your seed in me. I want to feel you posses me as no other has." "And no other will," Sotirios added in a low, dark growl. Akakios' slender thighs trembled as Sotirios continued to thrust rhythmically into him. He felt himself teetering closely to the edge of orgasm once more. His head thrashed to and fro and he thrust his hips upwards, trying to rub his hardness against Sotirios' belly. "Please," Akakios begged when Sotirios gently pushed his hips back down. "What is it you desire?" Sotirios growled into his ear, nipping at his lobe. "Please," he gasped, "Please touch me, my husband." Akakios' lithe body trembled with his need. He screamed when Sotirios worked a hand between their sweating bodies and wrapped it around his dripping length. Now there was joy in the touch, it was part of the love they shared and Akakios let himself relax completely and trust his husband to take care of him. Sotirios growled, thrusting with vigour, Akakios' moans increasing exponentially to Sotirios' speed and depth until he was all but slamming into him. Akakios wailed his appreciation. The earlier pain became a thing of the past. All he felt was pleasure building on top of pleasure. "Please," he begged against Sotirios' lips, as his lover plunged his tongue into his mouth with the same ferocity as his hips pistoned into his body and then withdrew to breathe. "Please let me come." Every touch, every sensation of his lover thrusting deeply inside him was one of ecstasy that inflamed his entire body. He cried aloud as Sotirios draped his legs over his shoulders, almost folding the lithe body in half to get deeper still, and pounded into him with all his strength. Akakios screamed with unashamed abandon as Sotirios then fisted him as he rammed into his body. "Come with me," Sotirios husked pounding into the hot, tight body. He could hear a high-pitched keening in Akakios' throat as his hips jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. "Akakios," Sotirios roared out his climax, pumping his seed into his mate. Akakios screamed to the gods as his orgasm tore through him, his channel contracting against Sotirios' spurting flesh. He sobbed Sotirios' name, pleasure finally overwhelming him. His orgasm, painstakingly built up by his mate, was a maelstrom of shared passion and pleasure that whirled with abandon around him. His back arched and he froze as his organ erupted, his pearlescent seed pouring over Sotirios' hand and spraying their chests. The force of his climax wracked his slender body and he convulsed again and again in the throes of ecstasy. He knew his lover was drawing out their shared release by rubbing against his jewel over and over even as Sotirios' own orgasm continued to consume him. Akakios could feel his husband's seed filling his clenching channel to overflowing. The world around him grew dim, the pleasure finally too much. His voice gave out, and with a final shudder, he gave in to the encroaching darkness. When Akakios could summon strength enough to open heavy-lidded eyes, it was to see his mate's head between his out-flung thighs and feel the satyr's tongue sliding into his secret opening and rasping over his thighs. "I love you," he husked, his throat raw from his screaming. He smiled, opening his arms in welcome as, with a last lick, Sotirios crawled up his body to lie cradled at Akakios pelvis. Their lips mated and tongues danced in a slow, sinuous motion. What Lies Beneath "I love you, Akakios," Sotirios said, nibbling his way along the smooth jaw and fragile neck to suck at a particularly succulent morsel to leave his mark. "We have an eternity to love one another," Akakios' said, tracing the beloved face with his fingers. "It's a dream I could never have imagined becoming reality. "To live with the one I love is all the reality I need," Sotirios said, nuzzling soft, warm skin. He rolled their bodies languorously, enjoying the feel of Akakios' body rubbing over his as the slender man wriggled until comfortable. "Sleep, my precious one," Sotirios crooned, rubbing gentle circles over Akakios' back and listening to his lover's breathing becoming heavier. "Love you," Akakios managed before his eyes finally remained closed and he fell into a deep, satiated sleep. "Love you, too," Sotirios replied, although he knew his mate would not hear. He wrapped his arms around the lithe body and sent a prayer of thanks to all who had been willing to see beneath the surface and grant him his dream of love. He smiled, deciding to have a bonding ceremony with Akakios so that all could bear witness their happiness. The satyr's smile widened as he began to give his thoughts full reign. As Akakios slept peacefully, enfolded in the arms of the man who loved him more than life itself, Sotirios began to plan the necessary arrangements. What Lies Beneath The immaculate white airlock door looked brand new, and that surprised her. She thought the moon was surely a dirty place. But perhaps this airlock door was kept far enough away from the blast ejecta of launching and landing Eagles that by the time the causeway was ready to extend, all the moondust had settled again and there was little remaining to grime it up. The door gave a deep grunt, slid aside on unseen rails—with a twin behind it sliding the other direction—and she looked into the moonbase for the first time. There was a young woman there waiting to greet her, smiling. She was slender and tall, with long dark hair, laying gently over her shoulders. At a guess, she appeared around twenty-four, wearing a standard Alphan duty uniform: beige with a matching turtleneck undershirt, with a long blue stripe down her left arm, the color of Research Section. She wore an Alphan patch on her shoulder and had a wide glossy belt around her waist, to which was clipped two small blocky devices. Each had a little keypad, an emitter on one end, and a three-inch hooded display screen on the other. And then there was that tiny, tiny little miniskirt, leaving almost none of her long, perfectly turned legs to the imagination. Her feet were clad in simple beige heels. "Specialist Chase," she said with a smile. "Welcome to Plato! I'm Corrine McDonough, I'll be working with you." She held out her hand. "Please, call me Marcie," said the new arrival, still wearing her blue NASA jumper. Marcie stepped across the threshold into her new home, and took Corrine's hand, squeezing gently. She couldn't help but be taken aback by how lovely Corrine was, how honest and genuine her smile, how perfectly feminine her posture. Marcie returned the smile gratefully. "It's wonderful to be here. I'm not used to space travel." Corrine's smile softened, sympathetically. She could tell that was Marcie's way of saying she had been ill for most of the trip, if not all of it. This wasn't uncommon. "Neither am I," she admitted. "I'm always reluctant to get on board those ugly Eagles. Fortunately you and I are geologists and so we shouldn't have much need to go careening around in space very often." "Small mercies," Marcie agreed, grateful. She was glad to learn this beautiful woman was going to be on her team, and she instantly felt that she would likely be one of her closest friends here. "I'm sure I'll miss Earth, but for the time being I'm happy to have my feet on the ground again." "Feels like Earth gravity, doesn't it?" Corrine said cheerfully. "The base was built on a mascon, a positive gravitational anomaly. The towers around the perimeter of the base amplify the natural effects to bring the actual gravity up to very near Earth-norm. Come on, I'll show you to your living space. You're going to like it here," Corrine grinned as she turned and led Marcie into the busy lunar installation. Marcie repositioned the bag strap on her shoulder and followed after her. Moonbase Alpha seemed a maze of corridors to the uninitiated, but Marcie had been studying the base layout and had a general idea where most of the important facilities were situated. The base was arranged in a series of concentric circles connected with an array of lateral transit tunnels, all converging on the central base structure. In the middle of this structure on the upper two floors stood Main Mission, the base's command center. Marcie hoped to get to see it, but didn't think it was likely for at least a few weeks, unless one of her colleagues had reason to sneak her in. Main Mission was for department heads and security and people well above her pay grade; she was just a lowly scientist with a very lowly job: the lowest job one could have on Moonbase Alpha. "How far down has the excavation team got?" Marcie couldn't help asking as Corrine ducked around another communications station. It puzzled her why these stations were positioned in the middle of the corridors, instead of out of the way of traffic. "Nearly fifteen hundred meters," Corrine answered. "But they've shut down the digger since last Wednesday. Something is... happening down there." Marcie didn't like the way Corrine had said that. "What?" "Tell you what," the slender woman said, finally coming to a stop in front of a door. "Here's your living quarters. Your uniforms are inside and your belongings have been transferred over from the shuttle. Take an hour getting settled in, and meet me in Geology, on sublevel two. I'll fill you in." She had an odd expression. Marcie's eyebrows knitted. "Is something wrong?" Corrine lowered her voice. "Come find me in an hour, okay? Oh, this is yours." She unclipped one of the devices on her belt and offered it to Marcie. "It's your commlock. Enter your STUTS-ID number on the pad. Once registered to you, it will open any door that you have clearance to pass. It also serves as your personal communicator, so be sure not to misplace it." Marcie nodded and took the device, having been anxious to be issued her very own commlock, representing her acceptance into this elite community of scientists and explorers. The little unit already had her picture in the little plastic window on the side. She couldn't hide her smile. Corrine beamed. "Guess you were looking forward to that." "I was," Marcie nodded. She quickly entered her 10-digit ID number and pressed the door key. The door slid open. "See you in the lab in an hour," Corrine said, and left Marcie to get unpacked and changed. What Lies Beneath "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Marcie said, barely above a whisper. "I really hope not," Corrine said, punching buttons. "Dialing up Main Mission now." The screen changed again. The female technicians were huddled together against the computers on one wall, surrounded by a perimeter of men with their guns drawn. Although there was no audio, they were clearly shouting. As Marcie and Corrine stared, the weapons began firing in all directions. A flurry of colored pulses lit the screen as the women clutched each other behind what was clearly a failing line of defense. Sparks flew from strikes against the walls, the computer hardware, the consoles in the center of the room. One by one, a seemingly impervious series of men reached the defenders and began fighting hand to hand. One woman with long brown trusses panicked and fled, only to be grabbed instantly by someone and dragged away. Corrine panned around the moonbase command center, away from the melee, only to find more of the same. Men fighting men, and losing. Women being forced over their consoles, legs spread wide, screaming and fighting in vain. Women forced against walls, on the ground, on their backs, on their hands and knees. Main Mission was quickly degenerating before their eyes into a violent, horrific orgy. Marcie began noticing something else. Not all the women were fighting... and not all the men were aggressors. She pointed. "Look." Corrine zoomed in on one coupling, a woman straddling a man on his back. She seemed to be the one in control, the same dark look in her eyes. He was looking frightened at her, but apparently not too frightened to fight her off. "So it's not just the men," Corrine realized. "Women are doing it too. What the hell is happening?" Without warning, the door to the lab was thrown open. A man in his late forties was silhouetted in the haze of smoke filling the corridor behind him. Corrine and Marcie gasped, staring. He shambled forward, his eyes dark and hungry. "Dr. Higgs," Corrine said with a tremulous voice. "Dr. Higgs, it's me, Corrine," she slowly rose to her feet, Marcie backing away. The man continued forward, his gait more like that of an animal than an astrophysics PhD. His attention seemed to be torn between the two frightened girls, as though trying to decide which to attack. Corrine's voice grew softer as she realized he was not stopping. "Dr. Higgs, please don't hurt us..." With a low growl, he suddenly sprang forward, lunging at Corrine. She screamed and struggled, being pushed roughly to the floor. Marcie rushed over to the lockers, praying there might be a weapon there. She flung the door open as Corrine screamed, thrashing beneath the much more powerful man pinning her to the lab floor. Marcie saw a small mount inside the locker holding a row of stun guns, and grabbed two of them. She'd been trained with the weapon, but that was years ago in astronaut safety. She hadn't held one of these devices since she was twenty. It was a bit different then she remembered it; perhaps it was a more modern variation. She checked the intensity sliders on both, set them to full, flipped off the safeties and aimed both weapons at Higgs. She'd seen them mostly useless against attackers on the video feed; she hoped that two of them might be enough. "Get off of her!" she screamed. "I said, let her go!" The determined man ignored her warnings, reaching between Corrine's legs and twisting her panties off, throwing the rent fabric aside. Marcie took careful aim and fired her weapons. The air singed as the guns unleashed on their most powerful setting, twin beams blasting Higgs with deadly force in the upper chest. Higgs grunted, lifting up Corrine to glare at Marcie. Impossibly, he was still alive. Marcie had seen these weapons scorch metal and instantly incapacitate large animals, such as horses, on the stun setting. They should have knocked him dead immediately. But after an angry grunt he started positioning himself between Corrine's legs again. Marcie fired a second time. This time Higgs gave a furious snarl, and without warning lurched forward toward her. She fired again but he smacked her hands aside, sending the blasts slicing wildly across the room, one leaving a streak of black across the window. Marcie cried out in panic as she felt her panties being wrenched off, snapping like they were made of gauze. She beat his face with her fists, but nothing she did was enough to fight him off. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her naked sex, and she screamed. Then he convulsed, spraying her face with something warm from his mouth. She gasped and yelped, staring at him in shock as the life drained from his eyes, a rivulet of blood escaping from his mouth. In his last few moments, she thought she could discern a moment of regret in his expression. She let him collapse to the floor beside her and looked up as Lauren Galloway wrenched the bloody fire axe out of his back. She was somber. "He was my friend," she said softly. Then the vigor returned in her voice as she turned to Corrine. "Close that door and lock it," she ordered her. Corrine quickly went to the lab door and closed it, entering the code to lock it to everyone but the three of them. Marcie panted, gathering her wits again, and looked around. Dr. Galloway had removed her helmet and was holding the fire axe with one hand, its blade dripping crimson. Mirial was standing in the airlock, weakly, leaning against the bulkhead. Both airlock doors were open. Marcie looked over at the EQ console, wiping the blood from her face. Its display read: EQ CYCLE: 100% "What are we going to do?" she asked, her heart still racing. "We're getting off the base," Dr. Galloway said, beginning to peel off her CBRN suit. "The four of us." "How?" Corrine said in disbelief. "We can't get to a launch pad without going through either the Observatory or technical experiments..." "We're not going that way," the doctor said, stepping out of her orange suit, leaving it in a pile on the floor. "We're going underground." Marcie's mouth fell open. "We're going in there?" She pointed through the window at the red steel door. "Yup. If we hurry, we should be able to reach the drilling equipment, and material evacuation system," the doctor was saying, finding her shoes again and slipping them on her feet. "From there we can take a service tube to the processing center, and there we'll find EVA suits for all of us." "I don't understand," Marcie said. "How will finding EVA suits help?" "Because then we can take a buggy on the surface to the launch center," Corrine said, catching on. "We can access one of the flight-ready Eagles without having to go back inside the base." "Assuming there's one still there," Dr. Galloway cautioned. "That's why we need to hurry. If there isn't one, we'll have to prepare one for launch, and that means going inside the hangar." "Don't we need environment suits to enter the tunnels?" Marcie asked, looking at the discarded orange suit on the ground. "Not with EQ at one hundred. The atmosphere is fully equalized and safe. Besides, there's not enough CBRNs for all of us. I'm going to check the video feed at the processing center to make sure there's nothing there. You two, help Mirial." Corinne went to the lockers, opened them and found another uniform top. Grabbing it, she and Marcie hurried inside the excavation chamber. Corrine started helping Mirial take her shredded uniform off so she could put on the fresh one. Marcie waited near the inner airlock door for Dr. Galloway. "Are you okay honey?" she asked. Mirial looked pained, weakened. "I... I don't... know," she said softly, her hand on her stomach. Lauren's fingers raced over the keys, dialing up the video feed she was after. She looked up at the screen only to see static. "Damn," she murmured. She went punching more buttons again, searching for another camera feed. A sudden burst of sparks flew from the locked door, and it shifted to the side a few inches. The sound of ravenous voices could be heard from the other side as their fingers reached through and began pulling the door further open. "Oh my god! Lauren, come on!" Corrine pleaded. Dr. Galloway looked at the door, her eyes narrowing. Then she looked at Marcie standing in the airlock reaching for her, and began frantically entering commands into the computer again. "Go! Get off the base!" she shouted to them as she mashed her hand down on a large, flat, red button on the console. A bright red light began twirling over Marcie's head as both airlock doors began dropping. She ducked inside the excavation chamber before the inner door could trap her. "NO!! LAUREN!" Corrine screamed, running up and pounding on the window glass, but Dr. Galloway was rapidly entering commands on the keyboard in front of her. Checking to make sure all three girls were safe inside, she entered one last entry in the computer and evacuated the air from the airlock, making it impenetrable from the control room. The three of them were safe. She turned and lunged for the bloody fire axe, but she was too late. They were already in the room and upon her. She screamed, fighting with all her strength, but the five crazed, possessed men overpowered her easily, holding her arms and legs as they tore apart her skimpy Alpha uniform. Corrine, Marcie and Mirial watched helplessly through the window, their eyes spilling tears as their friend and superior officer fell prey to the ravenous appetites of her male colleagues. Corrine pressed her hand to her mouth as Dr. Galloway's legs were forced wide; she sobbed softly as Lauren's body was roughly impaled by cock after cock. Her legs wagged in the air at the knees, feet still clad in her beige heels: all that remained of her uniform. The men seemed willing to give each other only a few minutes with her before shoving each other aside for another to mount and fuck her. No amount of her fighting, pleas or screams seemed to slow them down. As the girls stared, her screams of panic melted into cries of passion, her struggles ceasing, her body's movements almost welcoming the mob of deranged men each plunging their cocks into her one after another. Marcie watched in horror as Dr. Galloway's responses turned from resistance to impassioned ecstasy, even as the men brutally and violently fucked her, one after another. Marcie watched the men's expressions. They seemed to be indulging in something they'd all been fantasizing about for years, the only thing holding them back from it being their own humanity. They grinned lascivious, lustful smiles as they took turns slamming their cocks into their helpless colleague's trim, perfect body as she moaned and writhed beneath them, her uniform in shreds, barely clinging to her. Then something happened that Marcie could not believe she was seeing. One of the men pulled Dr. Galloway's body over him, to straddle him on the floor of the control room, exposing her backside to the others. Another of the attackers, this one wearing the black stripe of Command Section, moved behind her and began pushing his thick, slickened muscle into her taut anus. She threw her head back and gave a pained cry, but didn't resist. The others standing around her pawed at her body, her thighs, her breasts and her arms as the two men began thrusting into her together, filling her completely. The one fucking her from behind grabbed a fistful of her hair and began slamming into her mercilessly, the other clutched at her thighs and pumped her from below. "My god," Corrine said in horror, turning away from the glass, tears tumbling from her eyes. "Lauren..." "We can't save her," Marcie said softly. "We have to get to the processing center." She backed away from the glass as several of the men started eyeing them, and looking at the sealed airlock door. "Let's go." Mirial stared silently at the gang rape through the window with sorrowful, disturbed eyes. Corrine nodded and took one look back at her mentor and close friend. Dr. Galloway's head was turned toward her, and their eyes met briefly. Corrine could see her mentor's pleading expression, silently begging her to get to safety, to leave her to her dark fate. She pressed her hand to the glass for a moment, for Lauren to see. Then she turned and took Mirial's hand. "Come on, we're getting out of here." "Do you know where we're going?" Marcie said as the three of them hurried toward the opening to the tunnels. "Yes, I know the way," Corrine said, wiping her eye with the back of her hand. "Let's go before they figure out how to open that airlock again." Marcie took one last look through the window. The men had pulled Dr. Galloway up off the floor, one of them still buried in her ass, holding her upright. Another took one of her thighs in his hand, lifting it along his body and forced his cock into her womanhood, fucking in rapid strokes. She cried out in pain—or was it a deep moan of pleasure—her head falling back, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Hands grabbed and groped her naked body as the man pumped and pumped until giving a final, powerful thrust, shuddering, clearly emptying himself within her as she moaned, feeling his seed fountaining inside her. Marcie's eyes flooded with tears, hating that that would be the last thing she would ever see of Dr. Lauren Galloway. Then she saw three of the men glaring at her through the glass, their malevolent desire burning in their eyes. She gave a soft whimper of fear as she turned and stepped through the red door, pulling it shut behind her and turning the wheel as many times as she could. Then she ran down the tunnel to catch up with Corrine and Mirial. The tunnels were lit with small clutches of LED lights, strung along the rough stone walls every thirty feet. Thick cable trunking snaked along the floor at the base of the walls. The floor was level, but hardly flat. Their three-inch uniform pumps were fine for traversing the smooth, modern corridors of the moonbase, but were lousy for this terrain, and even worse for running on it. But the girls sped as fast as they could manage down the long tunnel, putting as much distance between themselves and the horrific gang rape their friend had sacrificed herself to spare them from. Mirial seemed to have the hardest time, stumbling constantly. Corrine never let go of her hand, helping her up each time. "Come on sweetheart," she'd say as Mirial struggled to her feet again. Marcie noticed Mirial's expression with some concern; she seemed to be in some measure of discomfort, as though aching inside. But she had an unsettling sense that, like Dr. Galloway, it was somewhere between pain and pleasure, perhaps both. The tunnel suddenly sloped downward, curving to the right, becoming a long spiral deep into the bowels of the moon beneath the base. Marcie had no idea how long they had run, descending deeper and deeper below ground. There were other tunnels branching off from the main spiral, having strange names like "Arroyo" and "Lefebvre" and "Easterling", but Corrine ran past them all. Occasionally they would pass a large boxy device that resembled an industrial-size air conditioner, whirring. She figured these were what was providing breathable air at these depths. Finally the downward slope leveled off, and the tunnel branched off in three directions. Fortunately there was a sign on the wall, indicating that one branch headed to Nuclear Disposal (which made Marcie vaguely nervous), one headed somewhere called "Osgood" and the third pointed to Processing & Evacuation. "This way," Corrine said, starting in that direction. But suddenly Mirial yanked her hand free of hers and began running down the second branch. "No!" she cried out, agitated by something. "Nooo!" "MIRIAL! Come back!!" Corrine shouted, but Mirial wasn't slowing down. "We have to get her back!" she said to Marcie, and started running after her. Marcie looked worriedly down the Processing branch, but hurried after Corrine, not wanting to be separated from the only one who knew her way through these tunnels. Mirial was running now, her long legs carrying her quickly down the long tunnel, Corrine and Marcie struggling to keep up with her. "Wait!" Corrine was calling. "Where are you going? We have to get out of here!" Corrine's pleas grew more desperate as Mirial ran past the last LED lights into the darkness beyond. Marcie saw Mirial disappear into the black ahead, followed by Corrine. She slowed to a stop at the last light, terrified of losing her way in these subterranean catacombs. "CORRINE!!" she called desperately, but got no response. She glanced behind her, down the long tunnel leading back toward the branching, then turned forward again, taking tentative steps into the darkness that lay ahead, her shoes crunching the clumps of lunar gravel blanketing the cavern floor. "Corrine?" she said again, her voice wavering. "Mirial?" Her eyes steadily began acclimating to the darkness as the artificial lighting behind her grew fainter and fainter. She stretched her arms out, making sure she didn't walk into a wall. "Corrine?" Suddenly, from about two hundred feet up ahead she heard Corrine's voice give a terrified scream, then another muffled cry. "CORRINE!?" Marcie called nervously. No response. She continued forward; she realized she had no choice. Even if she made it to Processing, she didn't know how to put on an EVA suit, to say nothing of driving a lunar buggy or commandeering an Eagle. Trembling, she felt for her commlock on her belt, grabbed it and fumbled with it until she found the activation switch for the tiny screen. It blazed with light, the screen showing only static. She winced and pointed it ahead of her, using it as a flashlight, waiting a few moments to regain her vision before continuing hesitantly down the tunnel, panning the tiny device back and forth to see. She started to notice a strange purple glow coming from ahead. "Corrine?" she said softly, listening. Instead of a response she heard a low, muffled voice. Then she realized she could hear more than one voice in the darkness ahead. She would have walked smack into the drilling equipment had she not been using her commlock to light her path. The massive treaded rig dominated the tunnel, but the drills on the front were aligned such that the tunnel was wide enough to walk around it. The purple glow was coming from the other side of the rig. She shone her light down the side of it, and caught sight of something moving along the ground just on the other end of the huge vehicle. "Mirial?" she called. "Corrine?" Only the low groaning of voices could be heard. Trembling in fear, she forced herself to take one step after another toward the sound and the light, finally stepping around the front of the drilling rig. What she saw took her breath away. The drill had punctured into a previously sealed, cavernous room, that appeared hundreds of feet wide, at least four stories tall. The bottom of the room was fifty feet below her, and a pulsating purple ring was glowing at the very bottom of the cavern. The ring was upright, not on the floor, like some kind of energy gateway. Within the ring she could make out a different place entirely, somewhere illuminated with sunlight, but with an unearthly red sky, like Mars. She gasped as she realized what she was seeing. It was clearly a portal to an alien world. But then she saw Corrine and Mirial. And the others. Mirial was crawling along the floor of the cavern, which was writhing with dark shapes. She seemed to be moving among them, unafraid, fully compliant as ribbons of black seemed to pass over her legs. She paid them no attention as she moved up the curved cavern basin, where Corrine was held upright, her legs and arms spread wide, entwined with something dark and thick draped over her. She was fully pinned to the curving wall, although as Marcie stared she could see that the wall itself was blanketed with eel-like creatures, the writhing and slithering mass covering the entire surface all the way up. What Lies Beneath In addition to Corrine, there were two other women, both enmeshed against the wall as she was, their legs wide open, arms outstretched from their bodies. Marcie stared at them. They seemed to be undulating their hips, their faces pained expressions of torture... or was it something other? Marcie realized with sudden horror that they were not in pain, they were in ecstasy... and there was something thick and black reaching between their legs, under their skirts. Something was fucking them. And they were enjoying it. On the opposite side of the cavern there was another opening, and more bodies of Alphan women in skimpy beige uniforms with color-striped sleeves were ensnared near it, writhing in pleasure as something snaked between their legs and beneath their outfits. As she watched, another woman appeared at the opening, seemingly in some sort of trance. She crawled over the others to an open space on the wall and turned into it, opening her legs and surrendering herself to the alien eel creatures, which draped over her body, slithering up beneath her uniform skirt and beneath her top as she squirmed and moaned, lifting her hips as one of the alien beasts plunged into her sex. "Oh my god," Marcie said softly. She gaped as Mirial moved up over Corrine, who stared at her with helpless eyes. "No," Corrine pleaded. Mirial didn't answer, but pressed her lips deeply into Corrine's, giving a deep moan. As she kissed her, Marcie could see something emerging from Mirial's body between her legs, something long, thick and black. Mirial opened her thighs and angled her hips forward as the eel creature slid out of Mirial and curved upward toward Corrine's naked womanhood, disappearing beneath her skirt as Corrine struggled in the grip of the tendrils pinning her. She broke the passionate kiss to cry out into the cavern, her hips bucking as the creature penetrated her, squirming its bony head into her vaginal canal as Mirial undulated her hips against her, moaning passionately. Marcie turned to flee, but something reached for her beneath the lip of the opening and seized her lower leg, causing her to stumble against the drill rig. She gave a shocked cry and struggled with all her strength, but the hold on her leg was firm, pulling her into the cavern. She tried to grab onto the drill, but could find nothing to wrap her fingers around. She screamed helplessly as she was dragged over the edge into the cavern. Instantly, they were upon her. She felt dozens—no, hundreds—of creatures slithering over her, raiding her. They dipped beneath her tiny uniform and pressed upward over her chest beneath her top, pressing into her breasts. They wrapped around her wrists and held them back. She screamed louder and struggled as they seemed to pull her along the wall, bringing her beside Corrine and Mirial as they writhed against each other, sharing the creature between them. "Corrine! Mirial!! HEELLLLP!!" Marcie begged, but Corrine was utterly lost in the sensations rushing through her from her union with her best friend, her head rolling side to side, moaning breathily. "Mirial! Help me!!" Mirial heard Marcie's screams, and turned her head, staring with dazed, passionate eyes to Marcie. As she held her gaze, she bucked her hips hard into Corrine, causing Corrine to moan and arch her back. Mirial let her head fall back, seemingly aroused by Marcie's audience, groaning as she fucked Corrine with the creature. "No... oh my god... no.. noooooo!" Marcie wailed in panic as she realized no one could save her, and she was too weak to save herself. Her cries ended abruptly as the first alien creature slithered up her leg and pushed its head up inside her vagina, the sensation unlike anything she could have imagined. It seemed to be exploring her, wriggling back and forth in her tight canal, its knobby little skull stimulating her like nothing she'd ever felt. She groaned as she felt it penetrating her, terrified, but simultaneously feeling a sensation of immense pleasure washing through her, as though the creature was secreting some kind of hormone or pheromone that was affecting her physiologically. It seemed to calm her panic, and she let herself relax a bit, realizing that her struggles were futile now. She let her head lay against the slithering mass beneath her on the wall as the creature pushed deeper into her, reaching her cervix and pushing upward against it. Other creatures curled around her breasts beneath her uniform, massaging... still others slithered up her naked legs and over her stomach. One creature seemed fascinated by her hooded clit and nuzzled it, sending shivers through her. Marcie felt a sudden pain, then a soothing warmth within her, the pain evaporating all at once. Immediately, the fear and panic dissolved away, and her eyes and mouth opened wide, feeling an indescribable bliss as the creature penetrating her lurched deeper into her body, deeper... deeper ... finally disappearing completely beneath her skirt, its slender tail slipping between her moist folds. She didn't know how the creature had wormed its entire body into hers, but somehow it had fully coiled up inside her, and it didn't hurt. It didn't hurt at all... it felt magnificent. She moaned softly and rolled her head over to see Corrine, who was in the same state of bliss, eyes glazed and staring back at her, surrendered to the pleasure pouring through her. Mirial smiled and let herself roll away from Corrine against the wall, and the eels snaked over her like the others, squirming into her uniform, writhing against her breasts, pushing up into her womanhood as she moaned and spread her legs for them willingly. As one slid down alongside her face, she turned and kissed it, cupping it to her lips with her hand. "Corrine..." Marcie moaned, her hips undulating, feeling the lower part of the creature within her still held in her vaginal canal. "What... is happening... to us...?" Corrine smiled gently and pushed up off the wall toward Marcie. "I don't... know," she said, pressing body against Marcie and sliding her fingers through hers. "But what I know is, I wanted you the moment you stepped off the Eagle today, Marcie." With that Corrine crushed her lips against hers and began writhing into her. Marcie groaned as Corrine's hot, hungry tongue reached into her mouth, and returned her kiss with equal fervor as she felt something pushing up against her opening. Her eyes flew open. Corrine was smiling. "I want you, Marcie," she whispered, and the creature surged up inside Marcie's body. Marcie gave a deep groan, arching her back as the second alien creature began working its way up her vagina, its thick muscled body stretching her open once more. "I... I can't..." Marcie breathed, knowing it was impossible for one of the creatures to inhabit her body without killing her, a second one would surely be fatal. "Shhh," was all Corrine said. "Shhh." Marcie had no strength left to protest. She moaned louder, her voice joining the chorus of moans and sighs of pleasure growing more and more, as more women from the moonbase above emerged from the second tunnel and let themselves be overtaken by the creatures. Marcie's momentary fear melted away under Corrine's kisses and the sensual way she was moving against her, sharing the creature within her with her young friend. Corrine bucked her hips against Marcie's body, groaning in pleasure, the hidden lust for her new companion surging within her. "Oh Marcie," she sighed as she felt the creature inside her moving within her as it penetrated them both. "Marcie you're so... so beautiful... ohhhhh!" She couldn't help seizing Marcie's lips once more in a passionate kiss as the two girls writhed and squirmed together against the wall, locked in their alien coitus. Marcie's mind reeled as the pleasure poured through her. She soon lost track of time passing, bucking against Corrine's beautiful slender body, all fear and thoughts of escape abandoned. The last part of her mind that remained aware could only wonder how long she could endure this, when hunger or thirst would start to take their toll, whether anyone from Earth would come to Moonbase Alpha to attempt to rescue them and whether anyone would be left to save. Her head rolled back and forth in her passionate delirium, losing herself in the lustful thrusting of Corrine and the creature joining them. She opened her eyes to see Mirial behind Corrine now, sliding her hands over Corrine's breasts and rocking against her. Marcie realized Corrine was now being penetrated by Mirial's creature from behind, and moaned deeply in the pleasure of the thought. Corrine was utterly surrendered to them both, moaning breathlessly in ecstasy, pinned between the two women with two curls of black enjoining them between their legs. "Oh, Corrine ..." Marcie whispered, rocking her hips harder into her beautiful new friend as Mirial thrust into her from behind. She closed her eyes again, the passion rushing through her smothering every other thought, spinning her in a carousel of pure erotic pleasure. She felt her hand released from the wall and she slipped it down to Corrine's smooth, firm thigh, sliding it up beneath the skirt of her uniform and pulling her hip into her. Corrine eagerly rocked against her as Mirial's creature thrust in and out of her anus, sending torrents of pleasure through her until she finally cried out in helpless release, pinned between her two companions and writhing in orgasm until the ravages of pleasure subsided, nearly collapsing against Marcie even as the creatures impaling continued their relentless assault on her body beneath her tiny beige skirt. Marcie didn't know whether any more of the creatures fully penetrated her. She lost all track of the hours that passed, orgasm after orgasm coming like tides washing over her time after time. She found herself passed from Corrine to Mirial to the other women in the cavern, kissing, licking, fondling, fucking. Each one lost to the endless pleasure of the creatures' mysterious affect on them, smiling lovingly to her as they welcomed their new pretty young lover. In the haze of the seemingly endless passion, she almost didn't recognize the figure who came to her, pressing her womanly body into her smaller one as the black eel-creature enjoined them. It wasn't until she heard the voice that she realized who was fucking her. "Oh Marcie..." said Dr. Galloway. "Sweet, young Marcie. Ohhhh god..." Marcie's eyes opened in shock as she heard the soothing voice of the older woman moaning as her body was penetrated once more. Staring up at the beautiful face of Dr. Lauren Galloway, she couldn't help but smile. "Lauren... you're... you're all right...!" "Yes," she breathed, her hips rolling rhythmically against the young girl's body lustfully as the creature squirmed deeper into Marcie's sex. "They fucked me and fucked me .. until finally .. they brought me to the... opening." "What opening?" Marcie asked, rocking back against Dr. Galloway's sensual movements, loving the feeling of having this beautiful woman's body pressed to hers, realizing how deeply attracted she was to her, even though Lauren was easily old enough to be her mother. "The creatures..." Lauren continued, "burrowed into the base... coming through in Medical. The moonquakes... they ... they—oohhhhhh—the aliens, they get the men to... to impregnate the women with the... and they are then brought here, by the... the alien creatures... oh Marcie you feel so wonderful, my beautiful, sweet Marcie..." She took Marcie's lips in her own with an impassioned kiss. Marcie returned the older woman's kiss with equal enthusiasm, her hands gliding along Dr. Galloway's body, her womanly hips, strong legs, slender calves... they thrashed together, clutching each other until exploding together in scintillating orgasms, panting and whimpering as more of the alien creatures slithered over their bodies against the cavern wall. Marcie had a fleeting thought of how they might try to escape the cavern through the portal in the center... but the thought vanished entirely as she realized Corrine and Mirial had found the two of them and had begun running their hands over Lauren's naked body. Corrine was kissing along her shoulder as Mirial pressed into her from behind, her alien curling out from beneath her skirt, searching out Lauren's anus and sliding inside her with ease. Dr. Galloway gave a soft cry, her back arching and pressing hard into Marcie as she was penetrated. Marcie watched entranced as Mirial began fucking the beautiful Dr. Galloway, even as she was still enjoined with Marcie against the wall. Marcie could feel Lauren's alien worming and thrusting inside her even as Mirial bucked against the larger woman's body between them. Corrine smiled to her and leaned in to kiss her, taking Marcie's mouth with her own and searching out her tongue. Marcie slipped her hand behind Corrine's head into her long raven hair, moaning into her kiss. Dr. Galloway was fully engulfed in passion, writhing lewdly between Marcie and Mirial, turning her head toward Corrine in need of her lips. Corrine smiled lovingly and kissed her mentor deeply, bringing a soft smile to Marcie's lips as she realized the two women had such deep, never-before realized affection for each other. She ran her hand through both women's hair as she groaned and rocked her hips in time with Dr. Galloway's thrusts. The older woman broke the kiss and struggled for words, the pleasure building to uncontrollable heights again. "Corrine... I love you, I've always loved you, you're like a daughter to me... I love you so much Corrine, my sweet baby Corrine! I'm going to... to cum... oh god Corrine I'm coming!" Her voice rose breathlessly as her orgasm finally claimed her. Marcie swooned at the unexpected revelation and rocked herself hard down on the creature fucking her, her own climax quickly boiling to the surface and she cried out, her moans joining Lauren's breathless peals of release. "Lauren... oh Lauren," Corrine was cooing, holding her face in both hands as Lauren's orgasm shuddered through her. Marcie could see the affection between the two women was fully mutual, only now being admitted in this moment. The orgasm subsided in gasps and whimpers, and the creature that had emerged from her body withdrew from Marcie's. Marcie saw the shared look between Lauren and Corrine and knew she needed to move aside, so she let Corrine take her place against the wall. She slipped her hand down Corrine's smooth skin and felt the head of the alien creature emerge from Corrine's sex, and gently guided it into Lauren's waiting lips. Lauren gave another soft cry of pleasure as the creature pressed into her and began thrusting upward, Corrine's eyes reflecting nothing but love for her beautiful mentor as she rocked her hips. Mirial's thrusting from behind resumed again and Marcie took the girl's head in her hand and turned her for a kiss. Mirial smiled and willingly surrendered her lips to Marcie's as she and Corrine rocked into their superior officer and teacher. The two young women kissed passionately as Lauren and Corrine made love. Behind Mirial, another woman touched her on the shoulder and smiled as she broke the kiss and looked to see who it was. Marcie didn't recognize the woman, but saw from the white stripe down her sleeve she was in Medical Section. Mirial clearly knew who she was, and leaned back to kiss her. Marcie smiled, realizing what she was seeing: long-secret attractions and desires unveiled. As she watched, the nurse positioned herself behind Mirial, pressing against her. Mirial smiled wider as she felt the woman's eel pressing into her anus and gave a soft gasp of pleasure as it penetrated her. She reached behind her to lay her hand on the woman's head as she writhed, pressed between Lauren's body and her friend from Medical, who clutched at Mirial's breasts with her hands. Marcie looked around the chamber again. Everywhere, the women had formed pairs and triplets, indulging in their unspoken desires for each other that had never before been made known. Somehow, Marcie realized, the alien creatures not only made them feel deep erotic pleasure, but they also affected their hosts' higher brain functions, suppressing their inhibitions and reservations. As she felt herself being fucked again by one of the thousands of creatures slithering over her on the wall, she watched in fascination and wonder as Corrine and Lauren made love passionately and tenderly. As hours passed and the women exchanged positions with each other, more entered the cavern from the second opening, steadily filling the room with a beautiful chorus of moans, sighs and cries of orgasm like nothing Marcie had ever heard. She couldn't help but smile as so many of them wanted to be with Lauren, who willingly gave herself to them as Corrine held her, without jealousy or indignation. Marcie attended to Corrine as Lauren welcomed her colleagues as lovers, so many on the base having harbored a secret desire for the beautiful Section Chief as well as her pretty young specialists. Marcie and the others lost themselves in the endless hours of sex and orgasms, carried on neverending tides of ecstasy eclipsing all other concerns from their minds, knowing only love and pleasure. They never felt their bodies steadily dying from malnutrition and thirst, nor knew anything of the horrific bloodsports carrying on in the base above them as their male colleagues, responding to the presence of the alien creatures with violence instead of sex, slaughtered each other. The strongest dominated the weakest and then fiercely competed to be the alpha, using axes, knives and bludgeons on each other until only a handful remained. While many of the base's women were allowed down the burrowed tunnel, others weren't so lucky, fought over as trophies by the vicious creatures who had once been scientists, engineers and pilots, ravished and raped over and over until their devastated bodies could bear no more. What Lies Beneath Like I had done multiple times since our divorce, I knocked on the door of the woman who had been my wife. Our kids were at school, and I noticed a familiar car parked on the street. Ellie opened the door wearing a baggy sweater that she knew caused memories to flash upon my mind. My eyes were drawn immediately to the curvatures hidden behind the woven threads. Ellie knew that I was aware that she was completely nude underneath. "Oh my goodness, I did not know you would be here so soon," she cooed. I had heard that intonation often enough to know she was not being truthful. While our relationship had lacked spontaneity and romance for many years even before our divorce, I still had strong feelings for her. I knew she loved to fan even the most remote sense of jealously. She believed she could demonstrate her power by making others squirm. "Who is it, Ellie?" came a familiar voice from the kitchen. I already knew from the car outside that Robert was visiting. I also knew something that she did not. I never felt jealousy when Ellie wore scant clothing or behaved seductively towards other men in my presence. No, I never squirmed out of jealously. Instead, I felt my crotch begin to throb and I squirmed to hide the fact that my building erection protested its confinement. I laughed as he called out, "You know its me, Robert," as I walked towards the kitchen. Ellie knew she shouldn't ask but she couldn't help herself. She called out loud enough for Robert to hear, "Bill, is that a pistol in your pocket to protect my honor or are you actually aroused by my sweater? Oh, it must be those memories of fondling my breasts as we made out on the couch when we were still married." Robert's face held an amused expression when I entered the kitchen with Ellie taunting me as she followed from behind. "What are you up to, Robert? Any new escapades and conquests for Ellie's entertainment?" I asked as Robert and I locked eyes. Generally, I looked away when images emerged on the screen of my mind, and I would attempt to erase the images by shaking my head. Robert always smirked aloud. But this time it was different. Ellie's verbal taunting aroused me. I never forgot her breasts and how they fought against the tiny red triangular bonds of the bikini that she had often worn around "family" during those earlier years. I continued to lock eyes with Robert. And then my eyes went to the bulges of Ellie's breasts as I recalled her explosive orgasms and the upward arching of her body as her face contorted into the anticipated sneeze that never happens as an "ACHOOO" but instead escapes as an intense moan. Lost in my own memories, I recalled the night I discovered her need for pain during sex play. Yes, with initial trepidation and then awe, I had honored her request as she begged, "Let them snap damn you!!" And I let go of each alligator clamp simultaneously upon each nipple. Almost immediately, she screamed out her release as the sensation shot through her down to her uterus, through her vaginal canal and ending on the lips of her vagina. The snap of the clamps contracted every organ simultaneously like a fuse that immediately released a dynamite-like explosion within her. My eyes returned to Robert in an attempt to hold his focus on the present moment. Yet my mind wandered again as I relived memories in a moments time. Ellie and I met our freshman year in college. This thin, blonde Norwegian with a classical Scandinavian form mesmerized me. Ellie had had an older boyfriend during her senior year in high school. I could not recall when they broke up or how intimate they had been with each other. "I wonder why I never asked her?" I thought. And then I laughed because her beauty had captured my mind, so nothing mattered, barely life itself. Suddenly, I saw Ellie in her very short mini skirts with colored tights, which was the style of the early 1970's. The longer the legs the more dramatic the look, and Ellie's legs were perfect. The colored nylon tights left little to the imagination when she bent over, and I often became lost in lust watching her butt. She knew the power her body had over men, and she dressed to maximize the effects. I remembered how I had mustered the courage to ask her out. And then, a new experience began. I began dating a woman that every man wanted, and I loved to watch their heads turn and their eyes follow her. It made me lust after her even more. "Bill?!" shouted Ellie. I was suddenly shaken away from memories. "What?" I asked. "Robert asked if you wanted an early afternoon beer." "Oh, sure," I said. Ellie reached up for the glasses and both Robert and I noticed that her sweater rose above her butt, exposing the firm curvatures. "Ellie, did you ever tell Robert about the alligator clamps?" I asked. The sound of breaking glass preceded Ellie's scathing scold, "Bill!!" The two glasses lay shattered on the floor. Robert jumped up to help clean it up. "Don't move!" he commanded Ellie who was in bare feet as well as being naked beneath the sweater. Robert grabbed a handy small hand broom and had to get on his hands and knees to sweep up the glass around Ellie's feet. "Yeah," I said. "That was the most powerful orgasm I ever saw you have." "Stop, Bill," pleaded Ellie as she picked up one foot to press her thighs together." "Stand still," commanded Robert. "Have you ever had one like that again, Ellie?" I asked. Ellie was now holding onto the counter with one hand while crossing one leg over another. She was beginning to squirm. "Ellie, what is the matter with you?" asked Robert. "Let me sweep up this glass so you do not get cut." I looked down at Robert. "So, she never told you her Achilles' heel, huh Robert?" I was shocked at my own demeanor and forwardness. I had always deferred to her professed modesty. Yet, years of fantasizing of Ellie being pleased by another man had caused something to spark due to the perfect priming. Seeing Ellie safe but helpless to move made my aroused cock pound. I could not stand it, for my body was demanding release. Suddenly Robert dropped the tiny pieces of sharp shrapnel back onto the floor, spreading them out even more. "What are you doing, Robert?" scolded Ellie. Robert put down the dustpan and began stroking Ellie's leg running his hand up to behind her knee. "Stand still Ellie. You do not want to step on glass," I warned. I had worked for Robert long enough to know his moves with women. Ellie shut her eyes as her body began to shudder; not in fear but in realization and suddenly aroused like never before. Robert noticed the lack of resistance, so he moved his hand higher. Robert's face broke into an expression of unresolved lust and conquest as he felt her wetness even though her thighs were still held tightly together as Ellie attempted to balance on one foot. Then he stood up and reached his hand under her sweater and pinched one of Ellie's nipples. She moaned out and lost her balance. Robert swept her up into his arms and carried her to the living room couch. "No!" she protested. "Take me to the bedroom." Robert carried her into the room without her struggling to release herself. I followed behind them and quietly sat myself in a cushioned chair. Robert and Ellie seemed oblivious to my presence. I had longed to be in this chair for many years while we're married. I surveyed the room as it slowly dawned on me what was transpiring in the bedroom I had once shared with Ellie. The bed had been stripped to just the bottom sheet and it obviously covered a towel spread in the middle of the bed. Satin restraints were tied to the four corners of the bed. The bedding itself was neatly folded in the corner of the room along with more towels and sheets. Ellie's liaison with Robert had been planned along with multiple sexual couplings during his stay. The restraints intrigued me. One night, long ago, she had asked me to tie her up and I had had to improvise restraints. These were professional sex toys. The extra towels and sheets implied the games would continue throughout the weekend after I picked up the kids to stay at my place. How long had this been planned I wondered? Robert pulled the sweater off of Ellie and began to stroke her between her legs. I slowly got up and walked over to the bed. I got on my knees on the floor and began to stroke Ellie's nipples. Robert was tantalizing the lips of her vulva and her clit while I began to rub her nipples with greater and greater firmness. Ellie moaned as she writhed and arched. She came like never before, and a wetness of divine elixir seeped from her vagina. The towel was a smart touch for what she desired. Robert instructed me to grab her arms and hold them above her head. "No," Ellie complained as she began to struggle. "Hold still," Robert commanded, "or I will leave." "No," Ellie complained again, "Bill will think I am a slut." Robert told her she was a slut and then he told me to tie her hands to the restraints while he tied her feet. Spread wide open on the bed, Ellie complained that I should leave before they continued. "Why?" Robert asked. "He was present the night Charles and I enjoyed you in your bed in while you made him sleep on the couch. Did he think you a slut then?" "You were even so turned on when we began meeting behind his back that you asked me to tie you up and take you. You liked feeling helpless and used even though you were in control the whole time. You told me that being tied up allowed you to pretend you were being forced rather than cheating. You even told me you asked Bill to tie you up once, but it just wasn't the same because he was your husband. You loved the thrill of illicit meetings. Hell, you were doing Charles in your own bed after Bill went to work from what Charles told me." Ellie asked Robert to stop and ask me to leave. But I said I was staying. I asked Robert if the lady he had told me about through the years, the married woman he was seeing every month or so had been my wife, Ellie. Robert confirmed that it was. I said his stories were so hot that they could have met more often if I had known it was Ellie that Robert bragged about. "Stop telling me what to do Robert!" commanded Ellie again. "You submit or I leave and I won't come back." Robert shot back. Then Robert reached into his pocket and handed me two alligator clips. "Yes, she shared everything with me about your love life. Use them as you see fit while I get ready." Robert quickly removed his clothing and then mounted Ellie. He rubbed his semi-erect penis on her vulva and Ellie arched again moaning out her ecstasy. I snapped the alligator clips on her nipples and continued to tweak them a bit harder and she arched over and over as her fluids flowed over Robert's cock. Robert was now becoming harder, and he entered her. At that moment I squeezed both nipples as hard as I could and Ellie screamed as she bent her knees and her hips jerked up to meet Robert's entry. Afterwards, Robert and I lay on each side of her gently stroking her belly and legs and she slowly returned to herself. Yet, I saw softness in her eyes that I had never seen before. "Is this what you had suggested before our divorce?" Ellie asked in a whisper. "Oh, Bill, if I had realized we would never have gotten divorced." I got a sparkle in my devious eyes. "What does divorce have to do with it? You know we are not compatible on certain issues. We will never be compatible. But now, we understand each other." "Release my hand," she asked and I did. Ellie took my hand and brushed the back of it gently with her lips. "Can we do this again? If you do not enter me, then even if you found another woman and married her, you would not actually be having an affair. For it would be Robert, or," and Ellie got a very sly grin on her face, "or maybe even Charles. Oh, Bill I would never make any trouble." I thought for a moment. Realty or fantasy? Suddenly, I realized I could have the best ex-wife that any man ever had. Yet could I trust her? There are times that she has the ability to fire shrapnel. I rose to leave the two lovers to their weekend of passion. "Wait," Robert said. "Help me turn her over and tie her down again. It won't take me long to get hard again and she likes me to play with her ass and take her from the rear as well." "Please Robert, stop talking and fuck me again. We only have two days before the kids come back. I don't care anymore if Bill stays or goes. I just want to be used and pleasured." Ellie begged. I said he would see myself out and pickup the kids after school. I walked out thinking about how different my life could have been if only I had known that the woman I loved was in reality the whore I desired. I would have loved and worshipped her. I would have made sure she had the opportunity for her sexual adventures whenever she desired, well as long as she let me watch whenever possible and shared her stories when I could not. Then I stopped and remembered that Robert had told me photography students would join in his trysts with the married woman. Mostly they took pictures for Robert, but often she invited them to join the fun as well. How much more did I not know? And what happened to Robert's pictures? Who else might have taken pictures? My mind began to wonder back to how it all began as I drove to meet my kids for our weekend while my ex-wife continued hers. What Lies Beneath: A New Friend If you have been following the story of my fascination with wife sharing and watching, you know my ex-wife had an affair with my friend Charles in our home, virtually under my nose. I remember her risqué flirting with him and how it aroused me, but I was never certain whether infidelity happened. I always suspected them. I ultimately discovered that she was fucking him in our home, but we never discussed it, because she did not choose to share that with me. My mind turned back to how this episode in our marriage began and I resolved to ask her to tell me what had actually taken place. It was time that I knew. I've already written about our "Family Nights" while sharing a home with Ellie's sister, Liz, and her husband, Frank. We eventually moved out of the family house into our own place. Frank and Liz still joined us for those "wild" Saturday nights until Ellie became pregnant. We stopped entertaining and even stopped having sex with each other. Life became hectic following the birth of our baby. We resumed entertaining, but late night feedings drained the energy we both needed to return to a normal sex life. However, I never stopped wondering about her infidelity and even wondered about what she might be doing while I was at work. I even suspected her on those evenings when her retail business required her to stay late "redecorating" her store or helping Liz in her store, which was just around the corner. Frank's office was only a block away from Ellie and Liz. He was always close by, and I knew that her opportunity for sexual encounters was still there. But she never shared infidelities with me, so I chose to believe that affairs were not happening. My "wonderings" became mere fantasies about her cheating on me. I knew she reserved the right to share with me or not as she wished. Besides our time together was limited, so we spent it with the baby. I assumed that parenthood had "tamed" us and that our lives had moved into a new phase of responsibility. Yet, I could not help myself from fantasizing. Everything changed the day Ellie called me and announced that we would be having company for dinner. I picked our child up from day care and arrived home to find our guest, Charles, already there. He had an import/export business that required him to live on the road and travel around the world. One of his customers had referred him to my wife thinking he might have products for her business. I knew that he had already met with her on several occasions, and she was pleased to learn that Charles and I shared similar interests. Needless to say, the three of us hit it off, so I invited Charles to share dinner with us again the next time he was in town. Charles was in our home again in less than a month. We had already "broken the ice" during his previous visit, so our evening conversation turned to more intimate topics around his travels and adventures. He had made friends across the country and throughout the world, so he usually stayed with friends where ever he traveled. Ellie was clearly enchanted by him and even asked if he had a girlfriend. "No," Charles replied, "I travel too much." "What about dating?" Ellie asked. I sat back to watch her interacting with Charles while wondering where this conversation might be heading. Charles explained that his friends' wives were very friendly and he rarely lacked for female companionship while their husbands were working. "You mean you fuck them!?" Ellie more exclaimed than asked. Charles sat back and smiled, "Well most of them say I am a good lover. I believe "making love" to them might be more accurate than fucking. At least I would like to think so. A few of them, however, do like it hard and rough." Charles spoke very openly and candidly about his affairs. I observed that Ellie was becoming more inquisitive the more Charles shared. We talked about his friends, his feelings about going behind their backs, and what their wives said about the affairs. I was surprised that more than half his friends were aware of the affairs and were happy that their wives had fun with him when he was in town. That sent my mind spinning when my wife said, "You can stay at our place whenever you are in town." I opened my mouth to speak, but Ellie stopped me with a smile and she continued, "We can make up the couch. I will make you breakfast in the mornings after Bill and the baby have gone. You can use my office as your base of operations. We will all have fun, won't we Bill?" That didn't leave much for me to say except, "Do you have an overnight bag for tonight?" I enjoyed Charles's company, because we did have similar interests. Maybe we would be able to make some of the hikes he and I had been talking about. Ellie went off to put the baby to bed, and Charles went out to his van to retrieve his bag. He said he could park the van in the driveway and sleep there if I was more comfortable with that, but I assured him that it was okay for him to sleep on the couch. Charles and I just sat down to enjoy a nightcap and some conversation when Ellie walked back in. She had changed into a red satin nightgown I had bought for her before her pregnancy. It was almost ankle length, but it was slit up one side to the hip. The top was cut to a "V" at her navel. Satin folds cupped her breasts as a hint of lace highlighted her cleavage. She found some reason to quickly turn around and reveal how the gown left her back open to just the top of her butt. I knew she loved the feel of the satin against her skin, and the gown hugged her shape tightly. I could not look at my wife in that gown without picturing how beautiful she looked naked; without imagining the feel of her naked body against mine. Ellie knew that it always made me want to take her in my arms and enjoy the feel of her pressed against me. And now she stood before us in her magnificent gown. She was stirring my imagination, and I wanted to take her in my arms and run my hands over her tight body despite the presence of Charles. The gown was sexy, and her breasts, engorged with milk, strained against the material. "Oh my!" Charles exclaimed when she walked across the room. "You are beautiful." Ellie laughed and then the baby stirred. Ellie went to retrieve our baby and sat in the easy chair opposite the couch. She favored the chair for nursing and dropped the thin straps from one side of her gown to expose her breast for the baby. As she made herself comfortable, she allowed the gown to open at her side and draped one leg over the other. While she kept her vulva hidden from view by crossing her legs, she allowed one leg to be exposed up to her hip. I know I enjoyed the view. And suddenly, I was aroused imagining that Charles was enjoying her exhibition as well. Yet, I was left wondering because it was time for everyone to retire. When I woke in the morning, I went into the kitchen to make coffee. I was surprised that Ellie came out of our room in the same gown without a robe even though the morning was cool. She allowed the gown to fall away from her breast as she nursed the baby again this morning. She insisted on making me breakfast explaining that Charles would enjoy the leftovers later. Then she prepared the diaper bag and handed me our baby to take to daycare on my way to work. I did not have a chance to say a word to Charles, because he was still asleep when I left. Ellie arrived home before I did, and was washing the breakfast dishes with Charles. That evening was much the same as the night before. The conversation turned to intimate details about our lives, such as how Ellie and I met and fell in love, instead of dwelling on Charles' love life. We did not get into any of our history with my brother, Frank, but Charles kept steering the conversation to what seemed to turn Ellie on. She got up and said that she had to prepare for bed, even though the night was still young. Ellie returned wearing another one of my favorite nightgowns. If I had been surprised last night by her apparel, this night I was in shock. The wrap-around lace gown covered her shoulders and did not feature a split. Instead, her left breast was fully exposed behind a light covering of lace that left nothing to the imagination. A sheer lace panel wrapped around her body from the breast to her back and then returned across her stomach and around back again to the top of her ass. The lace wrapped across her hip and down to run across her crotch dropping down to the hem exposing her vulva. Nothing was left to the imagination. I remembered how she always ended up with the gown pushed up around her neck as we fucked when she wore it for me. I knew there was no way she could have forgotten those times. The gown's intricacies made it impossible to expose only one breast to nurse our baby. So this night, she dropped the entire top. Ellie had impressed Charles once again, and he complimented my wife on her beautiful breasts. She was up once in the night to nurse wearing the same gown as Charles slept on the couch. I was too tired to get up, but I knew Charles was awake. I could hear them talking softly in the living room. I also knew that she had turned on a table lamp, because I could see its soft glow down the hallway. And then, like the previous morning, Ellie did not bother with her robe as she prepared for me to take the baby to day care on my way to work. I knew Charles was going to be staying at least one more night. I wondered if this evening would produce yet another night gown, although her sexy nightwear had already been exhausted. I made a mental note that it was time to go shopping again. However, this evening she emerged in a threadbare tee shirt of mine that she wore to bed on warm nights. It was long enough to seem decent, but it did not cover her string bikini panties when she bent over. Her breasts where clearly visible through the thin cotton. She told us she was headed to bed, but first she make up the couch with fresh sheets. Charles said he could do it, but Ellie told him to move to the easy chair and allow her make his bed up tonight. She explained that she felt she had been a poor hostess leaving him to his own devices the previous two nights. Neither Charles or I could take our eyes off her body as she bent and stretched to make up the couch. We sat silently and enjoyed her display. It was then that I noticed she had changed from the practical every-day panties she usually wore to a black sexy thong from one of her baby doll nighties. They were basically transparent. And Ellie must have been feeling quite aroused from her own imaginations, because we had a good view of her engorged labia while bent over tucking and smoothing the sheets. I only saw her fullness and inviting "lips" like that when she was ready to be fucked. Her imagination could not cause such a physical response, so she had obviously been stimulating herself before she came back to the living room. Her heavy tits bounced much to our delight as she moved around the room. When she made the couch up to her liking, Ellie stood before us and announced that she would like to sit and have a drink with us, but she could not because she was still nursing. Then she warned Charles that she might tiptoe in to use the easy chair when she got up to nurse as she had done the night before without warning. "I hope I will not disturb you," she said with a smile. My mind was reeling as we watched her leave adding a little sway to her hips. I began to feel that familiar stiffness forming in my groin and wondered whether my playfully suggestive "family" wife was back. I quickly finished my drink and stood to go join my wife in bed. "She does have a nice ass," Charles said. And then he ended with "Thank you." I wondered why he was thanking me, Ellie was the one who had paraded provocatively before us. Did he believe I approved and had maybe persuaded her to do so? I certainly had not objected. I wanted to talk about these few evenings with my wife, but she reminded me of our deal made several years earlier. If she wanted me to watch, if she wanted to share, or if she wanted her activities to be private, the decision was her choice not mine. If I was good, maybe she would tell me about what she did in private and she might let me share at times. But I had to be satisfied with what she allowed me. After all, she had let watch her this evening. Maybe I could watch more if I was on good behavior. I awoke around 3:00 in the morning and realized that Ellie was not in bed. I rose quietly from our bed and carefully walked down the hall. Glancing around the corner, I saw her sitting in the easy chair nursing across from Charles. She had turned on the reading lamp beside her chair leaving her torso bathed in soft light. She had removed the thin tee and left it draped over the back of the chair. Charles was sitting up from his bed on the couch and engaging Ellie in a quiet conversation. He had to be aroused by the sight of my wife, naked except for her brief panties, nursing our son. I heard Charles tell her, "Yes, I always sleep nude." Now unsure what I should do, I realized Ellie was watching me. She smiled in my direction and turned to Charles, "Don't worry, we won't wake Bill. He is a sound sleeper." Even though my heart sank a bit, I knew it was my cue to retreat. I heard Ellie carry our child back to the crib and waited for her to come back to bed. It took me a moment to realize she had gone back to the living room. I could hear whispering punctuated with giggles, but nothing was clear. I was tired and I slowly drifted off to sleep. Ellie was not in bed when I awakened the next morning. I found her in the kitchen, still in her threadbare tee, making coffee and my breakfast. It suddenly dawned on me that she was completely naked under the tee— her panties were gone. "Oh, I spilled a glass of water on my panties. They were wet so I took them off to dry," she said when I commented on their absence. I certainly enjoyed the view, but Charles was here and might walk in at any moment. I felt some uncertainty. She served my meal in the dining room where I had a good view of the living room and the back of the couch where Charles slept. It took me a moment to realize that her panties were draped across the back of the couch. Our baby was making morning hunger noises, and Ellie excused herself to get everything ready for daycare. She brought the diaper bag to me and then said she would nurse before we left. She handed the baby to me while she pulled her shirt off, took the baby in her arms, and walked naked to the easy chair. Her eyes went towards the couch. Watching me out of the corner of her eye, Ellie said, "Good morning Charles. I thought you might be awake. I trust you slept well after I went back to bed? When I am done nursing, I will get you some coffee and then make breakfast when you are ready. Bill has to leave as soon as I am done, but we have a couple of hours before I have to be at the shop. That leaves time for a leisurely breakfast, shower, and whatever else you do in the mornings before you start your day." Ellie giggled and returned her attention to nursing. Charles lay there watching her from what I could tell. He did say, "Good morning Bill. What a lovely scene to begin your day. I suppose you never tire of having such a beautiful wife?" Before I could think, I blurted out, "She normally wears a bulky robe when it is just us in the mornings." As soon as I spoke, I regretted it. Ellie glared at me for a moment, and then she and Charles started laughing. "Well, I'm flattered that I have a positive effect on her if that is the case." Charles responded. "Maybe she will wash my back after I eat breakfast and complete my morning workout." Ellie arose from the easy chair after nursing our baby. She prepared our child for day care, and then she handed the baby to me. However, this time she carried the diaper bag to the back door where she waited for me to join her. She had not bothered to dress, so she was still wearing the sheer tee she had slipped back on after nursing. My eyes must have shown some concern, because she put a finger to my lips when I started to speak. She kissed me softly and told me she loved me. "Now go to work. Charles and I will see you this evening," she commanded. She closed the door behind me. While I was walking to my car, Ellie was walking back into the room where Charles was under a blanket on the couch. Images began to flood my mind, and I tried to shake them out of my head until after dropping off the baby. That was useless, because my concentration was constantly diverted back to the home front. I had already thought a lot about his stories of seducing and then pleasuring other men's wives. The image of my wife throwing off the tee and walking back to Charles naked made me gasp silently. I remembered that he said quite clearly that he slept naked. Then I thought about Ellie washing his back in the shower. Then I realized I had an erection and needed to get myself under control in order to greet my child's baby sitter. Even though years passed, I never forgot that erection. I often thought about what transpired after I left in the mornings when Charles stayed with us. Ellie never shared the details with me. Our agreement was that she would tell me if she felt like it. Sometimes, I would get angry that she held secrets of intimacy from me, especially when I was honest with myself. Yes, I knew they were fucking, but I seemed to thrive within mystery. Somehow, the uncertainty about me being cuckolded was more exciting than knowing for sure. I suspect she knew that and enjoyed the power she exercised over me. What she did not know was that her secretiveness had opened me to a new world of fantasy that became an entirely new way for me to experience arousal. Yet, now I knew about her encounters with Robert. I was determined to hear the story about Charles from her own lips. Her laison with Charles during the early years of our marriage had started me down the path of exploring my own fantasies and fetishes. I felt indebted to her for that. So, I gave her a one-week notice that I wanted to talk to her when I brought the kids home after school. Yes, it was now time for her to confess. So, I arranged my schedule in order to give myself plenty of time to spend with her that afternoon. She knew I was coming and was very open to talking. I suspected that she knew what I wanted to talk about. Eliie greeted me at the door wearing a familiar red dress that buttoned up the front. She was wearing red high heels and red stockings as well, so I knew she had dressed up just for our talk. I knew that she wore a red bustier under the dress, leaving her breasts floating free of cups. And I knew she had omitted panties. She left the buttons undone at the top revealing her cleavage accented by the uplift of the bustier. Enough were left undone at the bottom to reveal the tops of her stockings and the garter straps when she moved. She wore the outfit on our date nights before our divorce and she knew how this outfit affected me. I have referred to us in earlier stories as being divorced. At this point, I had signed the divorce papers two years earlier, but Ellie was still dragging her feet. She liked to remind me that technically we were still married so technically I was still her cuckold. So, I sat with her that afternoon engaged in small talk, and then I helped to put the kids to bed. Then I allowed her to talk some more before I forced my way. Finally, I told her I wanted to know about Charles. Yet, I got much more than I had ever fantasized. She laughed at me, and then she took me back to a time even before children. It was about those "Family Nights." "Surely you understood that Frank and I continued our affair long after that first night. My sister, Liz, liked her husband and liked sex with him, but she wanted out of the marriage with Frank after their second year. She openly took on other lovers and so did he. I had complained that although I loved you, I never felt satisfied with our sex life. Liz convinced me that Frank could teach me how to enjoy sex and maybe I could convince him to leave her." My silence allowed Ellie to take a deep breath and then continue. What Lies Beneath: A New Friend " I never felt comfortable taking the latter role, but I enjoyed meeting Frank for sex at every opportunity. We thought sure you knew. Hell, I even engaged in heavy petting with him on the couch when we all got stoned and watched Saturday Night Live. He told me he showed you pictures of him playing with naked women. I always thought you would recognize parts of my body even though he never showed you pictures with my face. But you never caught on." Ellie got up from her chair bending forward in a way that gave me a clear view of one breast. She announced that she would be back soon. It turned out that she went to check on the kids, because she walked back to me announcing they were asleep while she swayed her hips. Then she stood in front of me. She finished unbuttoning her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. Now she stood before me in her red bustier, her naked breasts standing erect, her shaved pussy wet, and her legs taut and shapely in her high heels. "Like what you see?" she said. "Of course you do. You could never resist me in sexy lingerie. In fact, you could never resist me, period." She sat close beside me and put my hand on her stockinged thigh. She knew how the feel of her thigh encased in silky nylon affected me. She knew my cock was stiffening before she even began to talk. That was when she started to tell her story about Charles. "When Charles told us about fucking his friends wives, I immediately felt myself getting wet. It reminded me about how I felt secretly meeting Frank and fucking him while you were at work or home waiting for me. I thought about how Frank would fondle my breasts or rub my pussy while we shared a joint on Saturday nights. You never said anything. I assumed you noticed and that it turned you on. God, I would be so turned on in those days before children. And then Charles was having the same impact on me. I became progressively more daring in the mornings thinking you would ask what I was up to. You never did, so I continued my game. When I went out to nurse the baby that second night, I remembered Charles announcing that he slept in the nude. I didn't really see his cock, but the rise in the sheet that covered his waist told me he was interested. The next night, I went for broke and nursed naked except for my panties. After I put the baby back to bed, I went back and sat next to him. I asked him if he found me attractive and he pulled the sheet off to reveal his erection. He is not as as big as Frank, but that is good. I have to be careful with Frank so that he does not hurt me. Charles is just big enough that I can thrust against him without thinking about my comfort and concentrate on the pleasure his cock creates in my pussy. I played with his cock that night and he rubbed and fingered me. My panties were soaked after I came and then he ejaculated over my stomach and lap. I could not return to bed with cum soaked panties, so I took them off and draped them over the back of the couch to dry. I meant to retrieve them in the morning before you got up, but I forgot. We still had not kissed, so I could not wait for you to leave for work. I thought sure you would say something, anything, but you walked out leaving me standing there all but naked knowing Charles was waiting for me in the next room, naked as well. I had barely reached the couch when he pulled me to him and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he rubbed my butt. I explored his mouth with my tongue as I grabbed his stiff cock. I could not believe how it grew in size and hardened as I stroked it. I let his tongue explore my mouth while picturing my doing the same thing with his cock. He leaned back on the couch as I sank to my knees on the floor and took his lenght into my mouth. I wanted to make him cum, but I remembered what Frank had taught me and I slowed down. I pulled back and started kissing the underside of his cock. It was years before I ever did that for you. I wanted it to be special for my lovers and me so I saved it for Frank and Charles and later for Robert. I cradled his balls in one hand and softly rolled them in my palm before licking them and sucking them lightly into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his scrotum while sucking on his shaft. Then I ran my tongue back up the underside of his cock and sucked him in while he jerked and pulsed in my mouth. I knew he was close, so I looked into his eyes and told him to cum for me, that I wanted to taste his cum. And he did cum, hard. He spurted into my throat faster than I could swallow. His cum ran out of my mouth, over my chin, and dripped onto my breasts. When he had emptied himself, I leaned back and rubbed the spilled semen into my breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes and pulled my nipples until I came myself. Charles watched me in awe as I moaned and squealed as my body jerked while I came It took a while for my beating heart to calm. Charles said nothing. When I opened my eyes, he took my hand and helped me stand. He took me into his arms and I felt his tongue push through my lips as he kissed me deeply again. He scooped up his cum from my chin and rubbed it into my nipples, turning me on again. Then he led me to our bed in our bedroom where he laid me back and began to kiss my vulva. He licked my clit before sticking his tongue into my pussy. It felt like he was French kissing my vagina instead of my mouth. I laid back and allowed the pleasure of his touch, his tongue, his lips to sweep over me. My body was tingling with excitement and then convulsing from waves of pleasure. I thrust my hips against his face. I wanted his tongue deeper inside me. I was barely aware when his finger entered my ass. Yet, when the sensation hit me, I started cumming again. I had become so sensitive and tried to buck him off me, but he grabbed my hips and climbed between my legs. I was helpless and then he thrust his hard cock into me. I screamed in pleasure and begged him to fuck me. I really can't remember how long he thrust himself into me. I just remember begging him to fuck me harder, to make me his whore, and to cum in me. And then I felt him spurting inside me, and I started cumming again myself. I don't remember much after that until Charles was helping me up from the bed. He told me we needed to shower and I had to open my store soon. I was in a daze as he led me to the bathroom. He propped me against the sink while starting the shower and adjusting the temperature. Then he pulled me in and started soaping my body. He washed my hair. I let him clean me while I enjoyed his hands rubbing my body. He dried my body after we got out and then dried my hair. I felt pampered and loved. He took me back to the bedroom and started going through my dresser selecting a bra and panties. I never thought I could allow a man the intimacy of going through my drawers, but I was in awe of this man. His final selection was a sexy blouse and short skirt. Charles told me he wanted me to keep him turned on that day just by looking sexy for him. I'm not sure how I made it through the day. All I could think of was what I would wear for the two of you that night before bed. I knew I wanted to please him and make you hard and jealous at the same time. And that began my affair with Charles. You know he still sees me when he is in town, and he is just as good in bed today." As she finished her story, I realized I was pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her panting let me know she was close to cumming. I moved to open my pants, but she stopped me. "No," she said. "Make me cum and then it is time for you to go home." It only took a few more minutes and she clutched my hand tight between her thighs as she started bucking against my hand and moaning. "Yes, yes!" she squealed. As her breathing slowed, she leaned over and kissed me softly. "Let me know when you have more questions. I think I am ready to share." What Lies Beneath: Back to Business My wife, Ellie, began to get restless about eighteen months after the birth of our second child. Our friend, Charles, was engaged. He had ended his import/export business so rarely visited. Robert was engaged. I suspected Ellie rarely saw him except when we met him and his fiancé for dinner or at the occasional party. Frank and Liz had divorced and each had remarried. Our life had moved to a new normal. All the commitments required to care for a small baby, such as nightly feedings, seemed to heighten with now having two young children. Yes, childcare kept us busy. However, Ellie returned to a full-time schedule at her business once we felt comfortable enrolling our new toddler in daycare. I don't think I had mentioned that Ellie co-owned a business specializing in women's shoes and hats. Her partner, Karen, had contacts in the fashion industry in LA, and they managed to secure a few lucrative distribution deals with smaller, independent designers. Karen and Ellie began displaying their merchandise at clothing trade shows that catered to the public, allowing them to sell directly to the public as well as making wholesale deals with other stores. They were not going to get rich, but the store made a profit and Ellie's income had allowed her to be a stay-at-home mom for a year and a half. I knew she was starting to feel that itch. Ellie enjoyed her sexual freedom, and she was ready for new adventures as soon as the youngest moved to solid food and the occasional bottle. It had now been a couple of years without extracurricular sex. Ellie and Karen bought a booth at a trade show at the historic Mission Inn in Riverside, California. It is a great place with lots of atmosphere and character. In the early 1980s, Riverside was a hot spot for prostitution, so the nightlife around the inn could be sketchy, especially with a trade show in town. Ellie and Karen always dressed to show their legs, because shoes were their major product line. Women wear hats for special occasions and fun holidays, but they are not an everyday purchase. Sports shoes are their best sellers, but the profit margin is not large because of the fierce competition in the market. Everyone sells comfortable shoes but few carry the variety of sexy shoes that were their specialty. They may not be comfortable to walk in, but when Ellie put on a pair of her "fuck me" heels, nylon stockings, and a short skirt, she attracted male and female attention. She rarely wore pantyhose because the sight of a garter strap attached to nylons usually sealed a sale if a male was involved. When they set up at the show, they were happy to find that they were next to some old friends. Brian and Beth were a husband and wife team who distributed lingerie—expensive, sexy lingerie and hosiery. They liked being adjacent to one another, because their product lines went together so well. As they had at past shows, they organized their side-by-side floor space so customers could walk freely between their displays. If someone bought a nice pair of shoes, they would usually want a nice pair of hose as well. Ellie and Karen went to dinner with them that evening in Riverside after the show closed. Ellie called me later to say good night and to ask my opinion and get my blessing for a proposition Brian and Beth had put on the table over dinner. It seemed the show was slow. There was a good crowd but no one seemed to want to stop and browse. They had only made very few sales. If it continued at the same pace for the remainder of the show, both businesses would lose money. "Brian and Beth asked if I would be their lingerie model," Ellie said. "They decided to give their usual model take time off for the rest of the show, because it is so slow. They thought they could pair some of their sexier outfits with our shoes and attract a crowd. They think a mature, good looking woman would be better than the nineteen year old college girl they hired." "Well, I certainly agree with their opinion of you." I replied. "Just what would modeling entail?" Ellie went on to explain that she planned to wear a red and black bustier that laced up her back like a corset creating a thin waist and exaggerated cleavage. The outfit would be complimented with black stockings and red sandal-style high heels with straps over the ankles. Black French-cut panties would complete the lingerie. The trade show managers approved the outfit with the addition of a short red skirt, flared out to reveal the tops of her stockings and garter straps. "Wow!" I stammered. "I'm sorry I will miss seeing that." "I take that as approval." Ellie laughed. "I get to keep any outfits I wear, so I will give you a private showing when I get home." "I'm looking forward to that." I replied. "I figured you would approve." Ellie went on. "After dinner, Karen and I went back to their room. Brian suspected I would agree, and he guessed my size. Beth asked me to try the outfit on to make sure everything fit. You know these old rooms are rather small. I thought Brian was going to bust his zipper when I started undressing in front of him. There wasn't really any other choice. Karen helped me with the laces while Beth made sure it sat properly on my body, especially around my breasts. I don't think Brian could decide whether he should watch Karen seating my boobs properly in the bra cups or look at my waxed pussy. You should have seen him grin when I raised my legs putting on the stockings and attaching the garters. I couldn't resist giving him a show, and Beth was laughing at his reaction the whole time. The panties and skirt went on last. The high heels I was wearing didn't go with the outfit, but I have the right pair at our sales booth. I was tempted to go down to the bar to judge reactions, but not dare without the proper heels." "You will call me tomorrow night to let me know how the day went?" I asked, trying not to sound like I was begging. "Of course I will," she cooed. "I might call you once or twice during the day as well." I had difficulty sleeping through the night thinking about how she would put herself on display the next day. I hoped it would result in better sales and help make her show profitable. I knew she would be turned on all day. Ellie loved men and women watching her, and I often marveled at how far she would push dressing sexy in her store at home. Ellie called me on my lunch hour knowing I was likely eating alone in my office. She was excited and wanted to share how her day was going. I listened as she began. "Karen and I woke and shared a shower this morning." Ellie began. "I needed to take the edge off my excitement. Karen knows how to touch me in the right places to work me to a mild orgasm. You know, soaping my boobs, lathering my butt, and cleaning my vulva with that light touch of her soapy fingers across my clit. A deep kiss and feel of her body rubbing against mine made my body begin to convulse. She knows when to just hold me and allow the tingling to spread out from my vagina until my toes curl and my eyes roll behind closed lids. We dried each other. I put on one of those fluffy robes they have in the closets and answered the door for room service while Karen dressed. After we ate, Karen helped me into my outfit. I didn't think it would be a good idea to walk down to the show without matching shoes, so I wore the robe over my clothes. The tingling between my legs started again as I walked through the hallway. The robe made it appear that I might be naked except for my heels and stockings." I started breathing hard. She knew that drawing the story out would get to me. I also knew that she and Karen always shared a room and a bed when they travelled to trade shows. Their relationship was one of good friends and business partners that enjoyed occasional intimacy. They never hid anything from me, so nothing Ellie said to this point was a surprise. "I had to catch my breath and stop trembling when we reached our booth." Ellie continued. "Brian and Beth were already there. I found the shoes I wanted, and Brian took me into the changing area they had at the back of their booth. They had a couch and a full-sized mirror as well as a clothing rack in the room. Brian took my robe and explained the use of the room as he watched me change my shoes. He explained that customers might want to have outfits modeled that are inappropriate for the sales floor. When a potential customer wanted to see how one of the more risqué outfits might look, they would accompany me to the changing room, and I would model the outfits." "And is there a curtain you change behind?" I asked. "No!" Ellie laughed. "And the outfits don't leave much to the imagination so a curtain would make little difference." Ellie continued with her story. "Beth joined us and explained her plan for the day. I would work with Brian and she would help Karen. The four of us would move between the two booths as needed, but she and I would allow Karen and Brian to take the sales leads. She felt my presence, as a sexy model, would attract men who might be reluctant to approach Brian to discuss lingerie. Women are our primary customers, so they would be comfortable with Beth and Karen in discussions about shoes. " "And do you know how it is working, or is it too early?" I asked. I could tell my wife was aroused as she was almost giddy relating the events of the morning. "It's going really well. No one walked past our booth without stopping to watch me. I enjoyed talking to the men. They could not stop fidgeting and staring at my legs and cleavage. I almost always had to turn and bend over to retrieve an article of clothing or a pair of shoes they asked about. My skirt was designed to show my butt, not hide it, so I did a lot of bending over. Several couples bought the exact lingerie and shoes I was wearing. Brian and Karen signed small wholesale deals as well. We have all broken even with just our sales from this morning. I am so excited." "That's great!" I exclaimed. Then a few moments of silence ensued. "Is there something else?" I asked. "Yes," Ellie said softly. "One of Brian's good customers, Bob, asked to take the two of us to lunch. Beth said she and Karen could cover the booths while we ate. Bob asked me to model several items before asking." "And?" I asked. "And I did." Ellie responded. "We went into Brian's dressing area. Bob owns a chain of adult shops in Washington and Oregon. He carries sexy lingerie in addition to videos, magazines, and toys. Beth said I would agree to model the outfits he chose if he agreed to buy high heels from us to go with the outfits. It promises to be a big sale, so I agreed. I could not remove the bustier by myself, so he had to help me by loosening the laces. He watched while I removed my shoes, stockings, and then slipped the bustier off. " I interrupted her story again. "Did he say anything?" "Not really," Ellie laughed again. She was enjoying toying with my imagination. "I think he muttered that I was a damned fine woman, but he was speaking too softly. He then handed me a transparent baby doll top with crotchless panties. Fun, but not really practical. Why not just skip the panties. Anyway, he had selected a number of items and liked to feel them on my body. How do they fit, did the seams rub, what's the texture like if you rubbed a nipple or butt through the material? You know, any excuse to feel me up." "And it didn't bother you?" I asked. "No, I was excited." Ellie said almost gleefully. " The more he touched me, the hotter I got, and I really wanted to touch him. I finally told him he could not appreciate the full effect of the outfits just by platonic touching. It wasn't really platonic, but it couldn't go anywhere in the booth, and I didn't touch back. That is when he stepped out and invited Brian in and asked us to lunch. I told Brian I thought I could get away with wearing my floor ensemble since the trade show was hosted in the hotel. He called Beth in and she agreed that she and Karen could handle the floor while we worked out a sales deal." My head was spinning, but I found that I had an erection listening to her. Ellie said goodbye leaving me to my imagination and what might transpire after lunch. Ellie called again about 4:30. She knew it would have to be a quick call, since I had to leave to get the kids from daycare. "How did lunch go?" I asked. "The afternoon?" "Great." Ellie answered. "Bob, Brian, and I are having dinner in Brian and Beth's room tonight, so I can model more outfits for Bob's stores. Beth agreed to spend the night with Karen so I can help seal a lucrative contract with Bob. I think Brian is looking forward to it as well. It's a good thing their room has a king bed!" Ellie really enjoyed hearing herself laughing at the implications of what she left unsaid. "Call me?" I asked. "Definitely not tonight," she giggled. "Well, I will call to say goodnight to the kids, but then I will have to hang up unless you want to listen." Ellie laughed again. "No, you will be busy putting the kids to bed. You can let your imagination run wild when you go to bed. I have to go, and you need to go get the kids. I love you." And she was gone. She called the kids that evening to say good night and that she loved me. "Oh, remind me to tell you about me being mistaken for a prostitute" she said before hanging up. I had to wait until morning to hear the rest of her story. Ellie did not call until noon. I think she knew I would be waiting in my office with the door closed. If she called any earlier, I would not have been able to focus on her story. But, I was so aroused by my imagination that I was surprised I had not cum in my pants. My phone rang at 12:01. I had the receiver at my ear before the first ring ended. Ellie asked if I was alone and ready for her story. "Yes," was all I could squeak out. "I have to start with the afternoon," Ellie began. "A young couple was looking for something sexy for their wedding night. The young man liked my outfit, but he wanted it in white and pink. I found the pieces in what she thought would be her size. He liked what I selected, but he was directly honest. He wanted something more transparent; he wanted to see her nipples and her cunt. I made the necessary changes in my selection, and he asked to see her in the outfit to be sure. I laughed and invited them into the changing area. The young woman never spoke. She just kept looking at the floor as her fiancé and I discussed how to dress her for her honeymoon." "I asked her to disrobe when the three of us were alone," Ellie continued. She did so quickly and stood before the two of us naked. Still, she never raised her eyes to mine. I asked her to step into the bustier. She did not move, and he asked me to help her. I helped her raise each foot and step into the garment. I could feel her trembling as I pulled it up her legs and over her hips. I cradled and hefted each of her breasts before fitting them into the bra cups. I selected a style that allowed her breasts and nipples to show through the transparent material. I then showed him how to cinch up the pink ribbons at her back. Too loose, and he would lose the sexy corset effect. Too tight, and she would pass out." "He asked about the panties and stockings," she continued, "so I helped her don a pair of stockings and showed her how to use the garter clips. Kneeling before her, her pussy was in my face, and it was wet. As much as I wanted to lean forward and lick it, I decided to see where events led. He asked about the panties, and I told him that he had to agree to buy them before she could try them on over her naked pussy. He told her to put them on. I held them out while she stepped into them. I ran them slowly up her legs and ran my finger through her pussy before letting them go. They both moaned. " "Wow, she always knew how to further excite me," I thought to myself "I called Karen over and told her what I needed for shoes. The woman's fiancé loved what she brought back. I helped the young woman don the high heels and straightened her stockings by running my hands up her legs. I straightened the bustier and massaged her boobs into the bra cups so they fit right. She put her arms around me and gave me an open mouth kiss as I fondled her. He moved closer. I asked him to feel how my outfit sat on my body and then feel how hers fit. I moaned myself as he caressed my breasts. I kissed him softly on the lips and told him what the outfit costs. He merely nodded his head, and I helped his fiancé undress. She held me close, and we kissed again before she dressed in her own clothes. I am telling you this, so you know how hot I was by the time we left at the close of the show." "I know how good you are with customers, Honey." I responded. "What are you holding back?" "Maybe I should start with lunch." Ellie went on. " The manager stopped us before we were seated saying they did not allow hookers in the restaurant. He apologized when he saw my trade show badge and realized I was dressed to sell clothes, not myself. Bob got a kick out of the mistake and then asked what I would charge just out of curiosity. I laughed at him and told him $5,000 for the night." "You would be worth it!" I laughed. Her voice turned serious. "He said he would pay that amount if I would model for a photo story for the men's magazine he publishes for distribution in his adult stores. He offered cash for the photo shoot and the night, plus a lucrative purchase contract for shoes." "Well he already committed to the contract, what would he want for the photo shoot?" Ellie laughed. "I'm talking about last night. 'What did I do for $5,000?' is a more appropriate question." "Oh!" I responded. "Maybe I should let you continue." There was more laughter before Ellie continued. "When the show closed for the day, Brian and I met Bob at the elevators. He had his camera and professional flash. It was embarrassing, because he was taking pictures as we approached. Then, he had me remove my panties as soon as the elevator door closed. Any unusual movements revealed my ass and pussy. He had me make out with Brian as the elevator climbed to our floor. I like Brian, so we didn't have to act. He swept me into a tongue-swapping, deep kiss while he kneaded my bare ass, the flash popping off every few seconds. I had no idea if anyone would be waiting in the hall when the elevator door opened." "Bob followed us down the hallway taking pictures as Brian rubbed my ass. I dropped my skirt as we made our way down the hall, so my ass and pussy were on display to anyone who might come out of their room. At that point, I did feel like a hooker, and I was dripping wet. A young man came out of his room and watched as we approached. He just stared. If he had opened his mouth to say anything, I think I would have dropped to my knees and given him a blowjob. I was so horny. Brian opened the door to his room, pulled me in, and wrapped his arms around me. Bob stood in the hallway snapping photos as fast as he could." "We slowed down once the three of us were in the room. Bob and Brian discussed the next shots. Brian took the camera and photographed my reaction when I discovered another man was waiting in Brian's room. The loose story line suggested I was taken by surprise by another man. Recovering, I walked to Bob and began to make out with him, taking his tongue into my throat as he fondled my ass. Suddenly, he stuck the tip of one finger in my ass much to my surprise and pleasure. Brian continued to take pictures as Bob turned me around and began untying the ribbon holding my bustier closed." "After he loosened the stays, he pulled the bra cups loose from my breasts and began rubbing my nipples from behind. I leaned back to rub my head against his face and reached for his crotch to rub his stiffening cock. I can only image what the shots will look like. Brian was zooming in on my face as I tried to reach Bob's lips with his head behind mine. He focused on Bob dropping his hand to rub my pussy. I think he even caught the moment I grasped Bob's cock while still in his pants." What Lies Beneath: Back to Business "Bob let me fall back onto the bed and took the camera as Brian kneeled between my legs at began removing my stockings. Brian took each foot and removed my heels. Then he ran his hands up my legs and unsnapped the garters. He leaned in and kissed my pussy, licking my clit, before removing my stockings. He kissed me down the inside of my thighs as he slipped each stocking slowly down my leg. I was trembling and bucking trying to urge his mouth back to my cunt." "I was crazy with lust. I just wanted to get their pants down. I wanted both of their cocks. But, there was a knock on the door. They started laughing and told me room service had our dinner. 'Make them go away,' I pleaded, but they told me to answer the door. I reminded them I was naked, but they told me it was better that way. They settled back on the couch as I stumbled to the door. I wasn't confident I could stand, because I was so turned on, wanting...,no, needing to cum. Two bellboys with trays were waiting at the door. Neither seemed shocked by my naked body, and I stood back as they entered the room. Brian went over to take the meals from them while they basically checked me out. I began to blush when Bob asked about the chocolate sauce and whipped cream. They put the cream in the fridge and instructed Brian on how long to leave the sauce in the microwave to reach the proper temperature and consistency." "Bob and Brian were gentlemen as we ate dinner, me naked and them fully clothed. They said something about being dressed for dinner, but I wasn't really tracking conversation with my mind on what was coming. As we finished dinner, I realized it was time to call the kids. So, I did before we began dessert. I hated brushing you off, but I didn't have much to report when I called. We were just getting started." I was getting antsy by this point. I know she got screwed, but she just kept dragging the story out, increasing my expectations. "I was so embarrassed being on open display for the bellboys. They made no attempt to pretend. They just leered at me, and one suggested he would happily pour the chocolate sauce over my sexy tits and pussy. The other suggested that they come back later for a proper tip. I kissed each of them and let them feel my tits and rub my cunt before pushing them out the door. I needed to eat some dinner in order to calm down before calling the kids." "While I was on the phone, Bob and Brian cleared away one serving cart and warmed the chocolate sauce. I posed for pictures, spreading my legs and rubbed my pussy and tits. Bob laid me across the cart, and Brian poured chocolate over my breasts and down my pussy. Then he covered the chocolate with whipped cream. They took turns photographing each other licking the sauce and cream from my tits and cunt. I came at least once while they were sucking my tits, and it got messy between my legs as I came for each of them. I insisted on turning the tables and doing the same to their cocks. You know how I love to suck cock, but the chocolate and whipped cream turned it into a heavenly dessert. I kept at them until each had cum in my throat. I kept thinking of a Roman orgy and the gladiators lined up to use me, one after another. I wanted a real fucking so bad before we ran out of chocolate. I kept begging them to fuck me." Ellie paused and then continued before I could speak. "I wanted to shower before we continued, but they called room service to remove the carts. I stood covered in the remnants of the sauce and cream as the same two bellboys returned. One of them complemented me and remarked that I must be one hell of a lay. I let each of them lick a spot of whipped cream off my nipples before they left." "Brian and Bob finished undressing and joined me in the shower. I enjoyed the sensation of two soapy bodies rubbing against mine, an erection rubbing against my belly and another lodged between my ass cheeks. I rubbed each of them in turn, hand over hand like I do to you, but I stopped before I made them cum. I wanted them in my cunt, and I wanted to feel their cum pumping into my cunt." "Bob laid me on the bed and told me to spread my legs as he snapped pictures as fast as he could. I reached out to him as he moved between my legs with the camera. After shooting my pussy up close while I held my cunt lips open, he moved to where he could shoot the tip of his cock at my pussy. He began rubbing and teasing my clit with his cock as he handed the camera to Brian. He wanted shots of his cock as he entered me. I was bucking and thrusting up at him by this time. I was so hot; I just want his cock in me. I needed him to fuck me. You and Karen keep me satisfied, but neither of you know how to fuck me, to really fuck me." I was speechless and breathing hard. Ellie asked me if she should continue. "Fuck yes!" I blurted out. "I'm close to cumming." "Okay." Ellie continued with her story. "Everything slowed down. I looked down and started to think about the head of Bob's cock. It was not as big as some, but it had a perfect bulbous shape. I watched as he placed it between the folds of my labia and slowly began to push in. I soon forgot the constant snap of the camera shutter as it began to spread me open. I know I was shaking while I tried to restrain myself from thrusting. I closed my eyes and began moaning, 'Yes, slowly, yes, harder, yes, yes, it is almost in me.' And then he pushed through and my pussy clamped tight around the shaft of his cock. I wanted more, but he just kept pushing slowly. Then, when I thought I could no longer stand the suspense, he pulled out before thrusting in hard. His public bone hit my clitoris, and I started cumming. You know how I buck when I come. I wrapped my legs around his butt and pulled tight. I begged him to fuck me." "He paused and let his weight hold me down as I began to recover from my orgasm. Then he began slowly fucking me again. His cock felt so good moving out, the head of his cock pulling my cunt lips out, stretching them as they gripped his glans, then pulling them in as he plunged back into me. I could feel him bump against my cervix. His balls hitting my ass. My god, I could feel his heavy balls hitting my ass, and I kept thrusting up so he would hit my clit. I could feel the electricity pulse through my pelvis with every thrust. Harder, I urged him. 'Make me cum,' I cried. 'Make be cum,' I begged him. I could feel his cock getting harder and swelling inside me. Brian said my head was thrashing from side to side, but all I can remember is trying to meet each thrust of his cock with the thrust of my hips. I planted my feet on the bed with my knees spread open trying to buck into his thrusts." "Then he began calling me his dirty whore. 'You want me to cum in you whore. You fucking slut, you want my cum. You like my cock fucking you? Beg me to cum in you,' he demanded." "Bill," Ellie moaned, "I can't remember when I felt so dirty, so used. I wanted him to fuck me harder. I started begging him to cum in me. I said, 'Yes I am your whore. Fill me with your cum,' I begged. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he lifted my hips high and drove me back into the bed. I pulled his head to my tits and begged him to bite my nipples. He did, and I started cumming again. My cunt started to spasm, and I was milking his cock, begging him to release his sperm into my womb. 'Cum for me you fucker,' I yelled. I think I felt the first powerful stream of his cum pulse into me. And then I could feel his cock swelling and pumping. I felt it start to stream out of my pussy as he continued to pump his semen into me. When I could no longer feel him pumping, he started to rise, but my cunt closed tightly on his cock. 'Not yet' I growled at him. He opened his mouth on mine and shoved his tongue in. I sucked him deeper into my mouth trying to milk more cum from his tongue. When he pulled loose, he bit down on my nipple and I starting cumming again. I shook and screamed again. I told him he could use me however he wanted if he kept my orgasms coming." "When he finally rolled off me, he lay beside me panting, trying to catch his breath. 'Damn woman,' he said. 'You would make a great whore. I could make lots of money with you in Seattle.' I put a finger to his lips to hush him. I told him to watch me. I slowly spread my legs open and motioned for Brian to move in close with the camera. I could not see myself clearly, but I could feel that my vagina was gaping open and I knew his white, hot cum was running out. I don't believe that I ever felt sluttier than in that moment. Then I smiled at Brian and told him to keep shooting. I raised myself up and kept my eyes locked on Bob's as I lowered my mouth to his cock and started lapping up our juices. I sucked him into my mouth and ran my tongue around his soft cock. Then I pulled up again, moved to his head and rammed my tongue down his throat, running it over his palate and inside his cheeks. I wanted him to enjoy the taste of our combined cum." "I've cum." I said quietly. "That sounds so hot." "I wasn't finished," my wife said. "I wanted more. I stood up and took the camera from Brian and handed it to Bob. I gently stroked his face and kissed him softly on the lips. I told him it was his turn as I helped him finish undressing. His cock was hard as well, but he pushed me back onto the bed as Bob started snapping away. He had a motor drive and stopped briefly to change film packs. Bob was stroking my hair and brushing my cheeks and lips with his hands. He told me he wanted to savor my body before he took me. He spent the next thirty minutes playing with my tits, sucking on my nipples. He twisted and pulled them and watched my body squirm and tremble when he did so. He turned me over and kissed my butt cheeks. Bob handed him a small anal vibrator. I didn't see him do it, but I knew what it was when I felt him pressing against my anus. I could sense Bob had moved in close, and then I felt the vibration before I heard the humming. 'Yes,' I told him. 'Stick it in my ass.' I was thinking, 'Oh my god, maybe they will fuck me together.' You know how much I like a man in my cunt and my ass at the same time. I kept moaning. 'Yes, use me like the whore I am.' " I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was so hot listening to my wife, but I want her naked before me, offering herself to me while she told her story. But, I told her not to stop. "Bill," she continued. "Brian was so different from Bob, so much more gentle. I begged him to fuck my ass, but he refused and said to just enjoy the vibrator. He rolled me onto my back, pressing the dildo deeper into me. He spread my legs. I grabbed his erection. It was hard, and I could feel it grow again as I guided him to my pussy. He slipped in easily with so much cum still in me, and he started a slow, gentle stroking motion. He kissed me softly then moved to my tits and started suckling on my nipples. I have long since stopped breast-feeding, but the sensations made me feel like I would start expressing milk again. Then the sensation moved down across my belly, and I jerked when it passed through my clit. It felt like he had pinched it between two fingers and pulled sharply, but his hands were massaging my breasts. Then I felt it in my cunt and my vagina started its milking motion again. Brian actually said 'Fuck!' when he felt the sensation. Then he started pumping harder into me, and I returned his thrusts with my hips. He told me he could feel the vibrator through my vaginal wall and that he was close to cumming. I told him, 'Yes, I wanted his cum in me as well." "Bill," Ellie said. "I fucked them both several more times last night. I wanted them in me at the same time, but Brian said no. I was so tired this morning. They showered and left me to sleep while they took Beth and Karen to breakfast. Beth returned alone and showered with me. She rubbed lotion on my legs and my vulva and helped me dress for the day. She brought a new outfit for me. It is red with lots of lace. It is sheer below my breasts and shows most of my cleavage while covering my nipples. She brought white silk stockings and black stripper shoes with a short white skirt. I feel so sexy this morning." "And business?" I asked. "I see you have already recovered." she chuckled. " Yes, business is good. We signed a two-year supply deal with Bob, $10,000 minimum in product a month. I will visit his stores twice a year to model shoes, $5,000 cash for me for each visit in addition to what we sell through our store. He is giving us ads for free in his men's magazine, and I will have a photo shoot each time I visit, or I will pose for one of his camera clubs." "I don't know what to say." I responded. "Does that make me a high-priced hooker or a smart business woman?" she asked. "I'm not sure. You would fuck him for nothing because you enjoy it so much. I guess you get the better end of the deal." "I love you." Ellie said as she made a kissing noise in the receiver. "I will be home late tonight. Tell the kids I will check in on them before I go to bed." And she was gone. I sat in my office thinking about what she had just said. We wanted to buy a house and pay off our bills. Her store would be profitable with a contract like that to sustain them. And, she would be getting the sexual excitement she needed to keep her happy. I sat back satisfied and then remembered I needed to clean myself up before everyone starting coming back from lunch. I'm not sure how I made it through the afternoon. When I got home, there was a message on our answering machine asking if we were happy with our new Ford van. I called the dealership, and it seemed we had purchased a new van a few days earlier. I heard a strange car pull into the driveway later that evening. Ellie smiled when I met her outside. "Do you like the car I bought with my earnings?" she asked. "You bought it before you left town." I said. My wife's smile slowly faded. "Yes, but you know I have been wanting a van to carry the kids." "We can't afford it." I said. "But, I guess we can now with your new personal services contract." That stopped her. "Did you really think I would prostitute myself?" "No, but how are we paying for the van?" "I don't know honey. We will figure it out." "So you didn't fuck some guy named Bob?" "Oh, the sex was true. I wouldn't lie to you about that. I just didn't get paid." "So how do we pay for the new car?" I asked. "That's your problem." my wife replied. And that was the beginning of the end. What Lies Beneath: Family Night After discovering my ex-wife with my former boss and experiencing a renewed sexual attraction after learning she had been cheating with him and others over our twenty years of marriage, I began exploring what led to my desire to see her taken and used by other men. I had urged her to take other lovers, but she always rejected my suggestions as fantasy. Oh, she had taken other lovers in my presence on rare occasions and I suspected that she had had the occasional affair, but that did not satisfy my need to watch and knowingly share in the retelling of her indiscretions. As much as I urged her, she always declined. And now, it was too late. I began to review the events in our married life that led to my need. Whether fantasy or real, might we still be together if I had known she was fulfilling my requests? Was it something I really wanted? Why? What created that need in me? My thoughts went back to the second year of our marriage. We shared a three-bedroom tract house with her sister Liz and brother Frank. We rented the third room to a co-worker, Ken. Ellie, Liz, and Frank had their own businesses downtown while Ken and I worked at the college. Our lives were hectic during the week, but we tried to find time to relax on the weekends. We gathered as a "family" every Saturday to enjoy the sun, work in the yard, barbecue, and spend the evening listening to music, drinking wine, and enjoying some good dope as Saturday Night Live came on. The day generally began with Frank, Ken, and I enjoying a few beers and performing needed house and yard maintenance. Our wives worked in their own businesses, but they came home early on Saturdays to join us in the garden in the late afternoon sun. Summer weather was always warm on the California coast and we generally shed our clothes to the bare minimum, cutoffs for the men and no shirts. Ellie generally favored cutoffs and a light tee shirt. Liz was always more daring. On the day I was remembering, our wives arrived home together and said they would join us after changing out of their work clothes. Liz came out first. A year younger than my wife, she was more uninhibited and enjoyed flirting, showing her body, and playing around a little. Frank indulged her because he too liked to play around. Liz was a beautiful Scandinavian born blond, thin, small hips, small cute butt, and 36 D breasts that bounced delightfully when she showed them off and she enjoyed showing them off. Liz wore her usual homemade bikini. The small bottoms were cut to just cover her pubic mound and just enough of her ass to call it a bikini bottom. Four strings tied over the tops of her hip bones kept the bottom from falling off. She must have been shaved bare as no hair ever showed around the edges and the top in front was too low to not show a patch of hair. Her top drove Ken crazy. It was just a small cloth panel that hung over her breasts, two strings tied around her neck pretending to hold it in place. Small weights sewn into the bottom corners tended to keep it held down. It did its job if she stood up and stood still. Were it not for the strings at her waist, she appeared naked from the side with the sides of her breasts fully exposed. When she walked, they bounced. When she bent over, they hung down and were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. And Ken loved to look and Liz enjoyed the attention. Ken loved women, but he was crude, vulgar, and generally turned them off. He was "family" though and Liz loved teasing him and Ellie tolerated his comments, knowing that they enjoyed real conversations when he wasn't drunk or generally playing the ass. My wife, Ellie, was a year older than her sister and more reserved. Not as thin as Ingrid, Ellie had 36 D breasts with small dark nipples that were almost always hard. Where her sister's breasts hung downward and swayed somewhat, Ellie's were round and firm with her nipples pointed upward. Her breasts were her weak point. Tease them and she melted in sexual desire. Pull and twist them and she would moan. Kiss and suck them softly and then harder and she would often cum. But, in public she was always proper and wore bras that tended to conceal any hint of just how sexy she could be. After all, she was my wife and married women should act appropriately she always told me. Casual dress was for "family" only. Today, however, Liz had convinced Ellie to let her hair down. I nearly dropped my beer when Ellie walked out wearing a red bikini that Liz had made for her. Ellie swore to me that she would never wear it around anyone, not even family. She had tried it on once and put it away. The bottom was small like Liz's. I knew her body well and she must have trimmed or shaved most of her pubic hair as none showed. Four strings tied at the hips held it in place, just like Liz's and left her practically naked. The top was two small triangles that covered her nipples, but left most of her breasts bare and left little to the imagination. The top tied around her neck and her back. The material was thin, thin enough that the size and shape of her nipples were visible as every bump strained against the material. I thought Ken would have a heart attack and Frank grinned. Frank and Liz shared a knowing, conspiratorial look and I guessed something was afoot. Ellie looked at me and smiled. "It is too hot today for clothes, but I had to wear something," she stated. I said nothing and for the remainder of the afternoon, we three men enjoyed the sight of the sisters continually finding a reason to parade in front of us. Ken commented on their sexiness more than once, his comments drawing rejoinders or smiles from the women. I was surprised that Ellie came back with her own suggestive sexual responses as well. My wife seemed more at ease with her body and she was certainly bolder in expressing her sexuality than I could remember. As the evening warmed and we had eaten, we retired to the living room for our usual wine, music, and dope. The women did not cover up for it was still too hot according to them and we men agreed. I sat in the corner of the couch, while Frank sat next to me in an easy chair. Ellie joined me and Ken sat next to her. Liz took the seat on the other side of Ken forcing us to press tightly together. We all could see Ken's erection form with two nearly naked women pressed against him. They both teased him and made him blush. I just sat in awe of Ellie's unusual behavior. Frank pulled out a bag of weed and proceeded to pack his chillum. The sweet perfume of the marijuana filled the room before it was even lit. Liz went over to light the match as Frank took the chillum between his fingers, cupped his hands into a bowl, and inhaled. Taking a deep drag, he passed the chillum to me and Liz slipped in next to Ken, steadying herself on his thigh. She left her hand there after sitting. I passed the pipe to Ellie and she could not figure out how to use it, even with my help. "Frank, help her." Liz spat at her husband. Frank moved back in his easy chair and told Ellie to sit in front of him. She sat between his legs and he leaned her back against him. I was now starting to get my own erection watching my wife nestled in Frank's arms, her bare back against his bare chest, her arms resting on his bare thighs. Frank put his arms around her and moved his head in close against her's. He cupped his hands with the pipe, put them to her mouth, and whispered, "Inhale," into her ear. "Relax and don't exhale." he whispered again as she drew in a breath. Frank passed the pipe to me and began softly stoking her shoulders, working his way down her chest towards the top of her breasts. I knew this would start to turn her on, yet all I could do was watch in silence. "Hold it, hold it, exhale slowly when you can hold it no more." he continued to whisper. "Stay with Frank and let him get you high," Liz said softly. "Let him be your guide this evening." I looked at Liz with what must of have been wide eyes. She met my gaze, "Let her have fun, Frank won't hurt her. You can watch and might enjoy it as well." As I took my hit on the pipe, I noticed that Ken was now stroking Liz's thigh as she continued to stroke him while they both watched Frank stroke my wife's body. Liz's top seemed to have not dropped into its proper place and one breast was now exposed. "Where will this night go?" I thought to myself. "And why do I feel aroused watching my wife laying back in Frank's arms?" Liz rose and carried the pipe back to Frank. She leaned in close and whispered something in Ellie's ear that I could not hear. As she stepped back, Ellie gave me a blissful smile, turned her body towards me, and looked longingly at Frank as he cupped his hands to take another hit. Ellie stroked Frank's chest and played with his nipples as he inhaled. Her hand ran down his chest and stroked his groin before turning to duck her head between his arms to take her next hit. He did not speak, but he kissed her neck softly as she inhaled deeply. Again he handed me the pipe without looking and returned to softly massaging her shoulders running down to the tops of her breasts. As I took my hit, I watched her slowly exhale and lean back into his chest. Frank whispered, "Let the feelings wash over you. Relax and feel the euphoria." I watched as he ran his fingers over her breasts. He moved a hand to her side and she leaned forward while he reached in to pull the bow at her back. The bottom of her bikini top swung free and his hands moved to her bare breasts. I turned to Liz who returned to the coach, sitting between Ken and I this time. She had undone her own bow and allowed her top to drop while I was engaged in watching Ellie and Frank. Ken now openly caressed her breasts while she took her hit. Passing the pipe to Ken, her hand dropped to his crotch and was stroking a growing erection as he watched Frank fondle my wife. While it was tempting to watch my half naked sister being groped and doing her own groping, I returned my attention to my wife. Ellie was obviously slipping into the euphoria of being stoned and slipping into a sexual high as Frank pulled and twisted her nipples. She was now moaning loudly and rubbing her hands along Frank's thighs. He kept urging her to enjoy the moment, to lose herself in his touch. Liz rose with the pipe again and Frank shook his head as if to say no. Liz quietly asked Ellie if she was stoned, to which Ellie could only nod. Liz leaned in close again and whispered something to her sister. Ellie looked at me, smiled, and nodded. Liz stepped back and took Ellie's hand to help her stand before returning to her place on the couch and Ken's attention. Ellie turned to look at me again, smiled once more, and then she turned to Frank. Much to my surprise, she grasped the bows at her hips, pulled, and released her bikini bottom. Now naked, she placed her hands on Frank's shoulders as she leaned in for a long, sensual, open-mouthed kiss. I thought my cock would explode. Ellie ran her hands down Frank's chest and unsnapped his cutoffs. He raised his hips as she pulled his pants down to release the largest, stiffest cock I had seen. It was not obscene like in porno movies, but at least nine inches and thick. Wrapping her hands around his hard cock, she began to stroke it while moaning loudly. Frank grasped her hands to stop her, directing her backwards while he stood and stepped out of his pants. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. "Fuck!" Ken blurted out. Liz turned to me and said, "She will be fine. Frank is a master at sexually pleasing a woman and I know she has never been filled like he will fill her." I had no words to respond except to look down the hall where the bedroom door stood open. Liz told me to pick up her bikini and take it to the room in case she wanted to dress later. "Don't go in," she instructed. "Stand at the door and watch." As I approached the bedroom, I could see her kneeling before Frank, stroking his large cock, and then she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around its head. She began licking it along its length, dropping lower to gently suck his balls into her mouth before running her tongue up his length. After sucking his cock for what seemed like forever, she swallowed almost his entire length taking him into her throat. Frank's knees seemed to buckle before was able to say, "damn Ellie, slow down. We have all night." He told her to rub his cock with her cheeks, urging her to worship his cock, to make him feel how much pleasure she wanted it to make her feel. "Show me that you love my cock as much as you will love me after I make you cum in ways Bill has never been able to do." Frank instructed her. Ellie moaned. She took his hard cock in her two hands studying it. She ran her hand softly down its underside along that sensitive vein that carries one's cum. She leaned in and kissed it up and down, slowly and softly. Then she turned her head and ran her cheek up and down that vein. Frank's body jerked and he moaned. "Yes, like that." He was barely able to speak. "Like that." I remembered when she did that to me years later. It felt wonderful, but I did remember the look of love and lust I was remembering now. Did Frank really spark that kind of lust in her that night? Frank helped her stand and guided her onto the bed. I could not remember her looking so longingly at me in our two years of marriage, but she made it clear she was ready and wanted him as she spread her legs open and offered herself for his pleasure. The sight of my wife actually ready to fuck her brother mesmerized me. I jumped when Liz touch my shoulder. Ken was walking naked into his adjacent bedroom and Liz was similarly naked. "You too?" I asked. "Watch Frank with Ellie. Loving making for him is a religious experience. Its all that damned Eastern religious stuff he reads." she replied. "They will be in there for a couple of hours or more and she will cum five, six, seven times or more. Sometimes she will appear to pass out, but don't interrupt, she will be quickly ready for more." "You and Ken?" I asked. "Yes, he is a pig at times, but sometimes I just want to be fucked and fucked hard. We will leave the door open as well. Enjoy watching." I watched as Frank lay down beside Ellie and began gently massaging her breasts and nipples. "I need you in me now." Ellie begged as Frank leaned in to kiss her. "Shh," he whispered as he placed a finger on her lips. "We have all night. Let the feeling move through your body. Enjoy the sexual energy rising and falling within you. You will cum several times before we are done and you will receive my release deep within you. Don't force it, don't need it, let it happen. Release your mind and allow the sensations of pleasure to wash over you. I promise you will be fucked." Ellie opened her mouth to accept Frank's tongue as he began to kiss her deeply. His hand continued playing with her breasts and I watched her nipples harden beyond anything I had experienced with her. She reached for Frank's hard cock and began to stroke it and pull him towards her. Frank stilled her hand with his. "Gently. Use a light touch and keep me hard. You don't want to make me cum before I am inside you. I know what you need." Frank climbed between Ellie's legs and opened the lips of her vulva with his fingers. He placed his stiff cock between the wet lips and slowly began to rub along the length of her vulva. Not too hard, but hard enough to stimulate her clitoris as he kissed her again. Ellie grabbed his head and pulled him to her lips, her tongue now darting into his open mouth. Accepting that he was not ready to enter her, Ellie began moving with Frank and eagerly engaged his kisses. Frank returned to stroking her nipples and her face. Her increasing tempo of moaning through Frank's lips let me know she was approaching an orgasm. Ellie wrapped her legs around Frank and tried to pull him into her as her body began to shudder. She began whimpering and squealing as her orgasm rocked her. When she began to calm down and catch her breath, I turned to Ken's door. Liz was on her knees, Ken's cock pumping in and out as he held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth. He was not gentle and Liz seemed to urge him on. He drove his eight-inch cock deeper into her throat while she caressed his balls. I could see that he was getting close and wondered what he would do when he gasped out, "FUCK," and began coming down her throat. She continued sucking his cock until there seemed to be no more semen to be ingested. Ken helped her stand and he pulled her into his own open-mouthed kiss. As they fell back onto his bed, I turned my attention back to my wife. Frank now lay on his back and Ellie lay across his chest. She was softly kissing his nipples and running her fingers over his chest and belly. He had softened, but Ellie ran her hand down and started to stroke him again. As his cock began to harden, she raised her head and kissed him, softly at first and then with more urgency. They looked more like two lovers than a couple engaged in recreational sex. What ever Frank had done and said, he had helped her past the point of simple sexual need. She was making love and accepting his love making with all its tenderness and urgency. I watch as she gently began caressing his scrotum, softly rolling his balls between her fingers. "I want them to make sperm for me," Ellie moaned. "I want to feel you pump your cum into me. I want you to fill my uterus with your seed. I want you to fuck me and make me yours." Frank moaned and rolled her over. "There is so much more I want you to experience, but I think you are ready tonight. We can continue your education over many nights if you wish." "Yes," Ellie moaned, "again and again. Just take me now. I am ready." Frank rolled her onto her back and Ellie spread her legs to accept him. She grasped his now hard cock and guided him to her vaginal opening now dripping with her wetness. Frank eased in slowly. "You are so big," she gasped. "Slowly, move slowly." Ellie let out a high pitched squeal and grasped Frank's butt as he sank in to his full length. "Fuck me lover, make me yours." Ellie screamed. I was feeling faint watching her urge him on, bucking with him. She wrapped her legs around his and seemed to be trying to pull him even deeper. I felt as if I could not stand and made my way to the living. I saw Liz and Ken clasped together fucking; only Ken was driving into Liz with more force. I took my seat on the couch and tried to still my beating heart. The sounds of fucking, of pleasure, and wanton sex filled the house. I heard my wife cry out that she loved Frank, his cock, and her sister for allowing her to be taken by Frank. She screamed that she was cumming, that she could feel his cum pumping inside her, and then she fell silent. Liz and Ken walked in, naked from their own climax. Cum ran down Liz's leg and still covered Ken's cock. They both carried towels that they placed on the couch. Then Liz sat close to Ken and me next to her. "Don't worry, Ellie will come out soon. I warned you she might pass out from the pleasure high. When she does, she will lick Frank clean and probably rub his cock all over her face again. You can go watch or Frank will bring her here." We sat in silence for another 30 minutes. Ken and Liz kissed and played with one another, although it did not seem they were intent on another round of sex, rather they just enjoyed the pleasure of each other's bodies. Frank finally emerged from the back carrying Ellie in his arms. Liz rose and Frank laid Ellie in her place, head in my lap and her legs draped across Ken's thighs. They were also naked. Frank leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you. You are incredible. I look forward to doing this again." said Frank softly. Liz took his hand and I soon heard the shower running. They had not closed the door. We were, after all, family. What Lies Beneath: Family Night Ellie looked into my eyes and whispered, "Frank was incredible. I never knew sex could be so, so explosive and spectacular. I don't know that I have ever had an orgasm as intense and mind blowing. Maybe it was the wine and dope, but I need to do that again and again. Thank you Bill." Ken started to lightly caress my wife's thighs and started to play with her pussy. She lowered her arm and began to gently stroke his cock. "Mmmm," she moaned with satisfaction. "I wonder how you will make me feel Ken. Liz said I needed to experience sex with you as well." I reached down to massage her breasts, but she stopped me. "No," she said. " You can watch, but family night is for me. I love you, but you have never made me cum like I did tonight. I will make love with you on other nights because I love you and you are my husband. But now I understand that sex is a sacred act and I must give myself to my lover if I am to experience true pleasure." I sat in silence as Ellie allowed Ken to slip between her legs and kiss her breasts and then her lips. She made him hard and he wanted to slip inside her. "Not tonight," she said, "let me enjoy my euphoria. Another night." Ellie began stroking him with more urgency as Ken starting cumming on her belly and breasts. Ellie ran her fingers through his sperm and sucked them clean. She did this several times. Then she looked at me and asked me to take her to bed. "Do you want to wipe yourself off?" I asked. "No, I want to feel like a well used slut." Ellie replied. "I will shower in the morning." I woke with so much on my mind and heard the shower stop. Ellie finally stepped out of the bathroom naked with her hair wrapped in a towel around her head. I'm not sure why, but I always found the look incredibly sexy. I patted the bed and invited her to come to me. "You were spectacular last night," I said, "what brought it on. Whatever it was, is it my turn this morning?" Ellie pulled back some. "Not yet." "I love you," she said, "but you do not fulfill me sexually. I need something more to be satisfied. I need to be dominated, guided, seduced, and naughty. Being your wife is safe and I do not want to lose safe, but I want more. Liz said Frank could be my guide and she was right. Yet she will not share him with me. No, he will take me when he wants, how he wants, where he wants. When I refuse, it is over. And I do not want it to be over." I was stunned, in shock, uncertain of myself. "Does that mean you no longer want me?" "No," she laughed. "I want you to be who you are. We will make love when I want, but I will turn to others for my own satisfaction. Sometimes you can watch, sometimes I will want privacy. Sometimes I will tell you, sometimes I will not. That must be acceptable if we are to remain husband and wife." Ellie got up and walked naked out of the bedroom. I was not sure what to do. I enjoyed watching last night. Liz and Ken were arousing to watch, but Frank and Ellie were mesmerizing. I could not have turned away or intervened if I had wanted to, and I had not wanted to. In fact, I was getting an erection just thinking about them. I quickly dressed and went out to join my wife. Ken was cooking breakfast in the kitchen while Frank and Liz sat at the kitchen table. They were all dressed and ready for a warm summer Sunday. Ellie, naked with her hair in her towel, leaned against the kitchen counter talking to Ken. She looked up when I walked in. "Ken has made hash browns and bacon. Take a seat and I'll get you some coffee and then fry two eggs just the way you like them honey." Ellie smiling at me as she talked to me as if everything were normal including her being naked in the house. She stepped over and wrapped her arms around Ken. "Ken asked me to go to the nude beach at the west end of campus. I'll cook your eggs and then we are off." "The beach? With the dunes?" I asked. "Of course," Ellie replied, "you need the privacy of the dunes if you want to have fun and sun." "I'll eat quickly and I will be ready to go." I replied. "No," Ellie giggled, "I don't want an audience today. Well, if what they say is true, we will have an audience. And maybe someone besides Ken will get lucky as well." Ken started to protest and Ellie shut him down. "Relax, you will get luck too. You get lucky before anyone else and get a show as well if it turns out that way. You can probably get lucky again if you treat me right, and Liz says you know how to treat a girl right." Ellie rubbed her hand over his crotch for good measure. After cooking my eggs, she took Ken by the hand and headed to our bedroom. "Why don't you help me finish getting ready and see if I might have a bikini more appropriate for a beach stroll than my red one. I am saving that for family events." she said to Ken as they walked out of the kitchen hand-in-hand. I had a lot to think about today. I didn't try to hide my erection and Liz starting laughing. "I think you are going to enjoy Ellie's new life style, if she decides to share it with you. Maybe you will enjoy it more if she doesn't. Would it turn you on not knowing what she does after work, when we go out for the evening?" Little did I realize how right she was and how Ellie's use and denial of sexual favors would come to control me. What Lies Beneath: Hot Summer Night If you have been following my story of my fascination with imagining and watching my wife have sex with other men, you know that I find the behavior erotic and a turn on. You also know it gave her some power over me in our marriage. We eventually divorced, but it was for other reasons. She needed to control other aspects of our married life that were unacceptable to me, and eventually we divorced. Ironically, it was our shared enjoyment of her sexual freedom that kept us together. Ellie seemed to have radar for detecting when dissatisfactions hit me over our inability to see eye-to-eye on important aspects of our marriage. Suddenly, she would "up" her sexual adventures and re-engage me by allowing me to participate, although only as an observer. I related earlier in my stories how Charles entered our life. He and I became good friends, and we shared our love of hiking in the wild. We also shared our love of my wife. Charles never said anything to me about what might have been transpiring behind my back, and I never asked. I was satisfied by the enjoyment of my fantasy of the affair they may or may not have been sharing. Charles visited frequently, and I enjoyed their flirting as well as Ellie's provocative state of dress, or lack thereof, almost as much as they did, maybe more. Charles sometimes booked a hotel blaming the length of his stay or the demands of his business, but I suspected it was based on Ellie's availability. When she had time to spend with him, he always opted to stay at our place. Now, Robert was my boss at the college where I worked. He is a divorced, older professor who loved young women. He always had tales of new conquests and weekend dalliances (to use a quaint term). His stories were always hot, and I loved hearing them. I often imagined Ellie as a participant in one of his trysts. Then, one hot summer weekend, Robert seemed down. I asked him what was bothering him. He reported that he had broken up with his latest flame, and the married woman he saw once or twice a month was too busy for him. I invited him over for a Saturday night dinner and evening of relaxing conversation with Ellie and me to take his mind off his woes. I knew Ellie enjoyed Robert's company as much as I did. They got along well; they always had. We had dinner often at his place, had gone to many parties as his guests, so it was our turn to do him a good favor. Ellie agreed that having Robert over for dinner was a good idea. But then, she added that Charles had called, and she had already invited him over to our house as well. She explained that she expected him to arrive just around dinnertime, so it should all work out. Charles and Robert had never met, but we both felt they would hit it off. The warmth of the sun, when Saturday morning came, warned that the evening would remain hot. Ellie wondered about what to wear to be comfortable, but still be suitable for both Robert and Charles. I explained that Robert was between women and feeling down. His standby-married flame was out of town, and frankly, I thought he needed to get laid. "So you offered me?" Ellie asked raising an eyebrow. "Uh, no," I stumbled. "I just thought you could wear something sexy and provocative to give him a thrill." Ellie smiled, "What if I find I want to devote my attentions to Charles while he is here?" I gulped out, "I know you have fun with Charles, but please make tonight about Robert." About ten minutes before Robert arrived, Ellie strolled out of the bedroom to model her attire. She had arranged her hair with care so that it draped in soft curls around her shoulders. She wore her scant red bikini top, tied so that most of her breasts were exposed, and they bounced erotically as she walked in. Her pair of light cream short shorts appeared to be at least one size too small, maybe two. They were unbuttoned in the front and folded back to form a V pointed at her pussy. I say that because they were open deep enough that the top of her closely trimmed "landing strip" was exposed. Turning, she showed me how the bottoms of her butt cheeks were exposed as well. She topped it off with a pair of strappy, red high heels. "Wow!" I thought aloud. Then I added, "To hell with Robert and Charles. Let's call off dinner and fuck!" Ellie laughed at me. "You wanted me to give Robert something to lust after, so this is what you get. And, if he responds properly, he just might get lucky!" I heard myself tell her that was not what I had intended, but she stopped me with one of her looks. "This was your idea," she said, "and I am going to make the best of it and have some fun myself." Before I could respond, Robert knocked on our door and let himself in. "Ellie," exclaimed Robert, " you are beautiful!" He swept her into a big hug and kissed her, almost too politely, on the lips. Then he released her and moved her to arms length while motioning for her to slowly turn herself around. She watched over her shoulder for his expression, and I saw him reach one hand forward to brush her butt as she turned. Ellie giggled, "Easy there Robert, we have all evening. My outfit is only for your viewing pleasure for the time being." "I'm honored and a little turned on," he replied. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked. "It was Bill's idea," she responded, "he wants you to have a good time." Facing her again, Robert lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her slowly, this time with an open mouth and tongue. Ellie willing responded in kind. I could not stop grinning, and my cock began to feel a little stiff. Robert ran his finger lightly along her neck, down between her cleavage, to rest on the tuft of pubic hair exposed by her open shorts. "So you shared with Bill about our day at the beach?" Robert grinned. Ellie went rigid, gasped, then relaxed and smiled in an instant. "No," she replied and added before I could speak, "now is probably a good time." Ellie turned to face me. "Remember that day when Dave took me to the beach after our first "family" night? He parked on campus, and we walked down to the beach at Campus Point. He convinced me to remove my bikini, and then he took my hand and walked me naked along the mile to the dunes. I was so embarrassed being naked. Everyone staring at me as we passed, yet I was incredibly turned on as well. I was so wet that I could feel myself dripping down my thigh. I nearly fainted in fright when I heard my name and Dave's called out. Robert and another one of your professors, Thomas, were sitting near the bluffs. I am sure they were there to pickup coeds when they suddenly saw me. Dave walked me over to them, and I stood there naked as if for their appraisal. They knew who I was because you worked with them. They asked me where you were, and Dave told them you were at home cleaning while he and I had fun in the dunes. Robert and Thomas knew what that meant and asked if they could join us. Dave said yes, but they had to wait until he had his turn. I hid my embarrassment over how they were discussing using me as if I was not standing there listening. But, I was shivering at the exciting thought that it was now certain that I would not only have audience but multiple sex partners as well. And they all knew you! They knew I was your wife. I knew you would be so turned if you found out. Yet I choose to remain silent." "I don't know what to say," I responded. I wanted to say, "But I guess I'm turned on yet again," but the growing bulge in my pants said it all. I turned to Robert; "We are expecting another friend, Charles, in a while. He knows Ellie well. At least I suspect he knows her well. He has certainly seen everything she has to offer, and I suspect they have sex every time he visits." Ellie laughed again. "Charles said you knew, I said you only suspected about Charles. I guess he won that bet." "I don't think I want to know what the payoff is," I responded, "but I want to assure Robert that you are his to enjoy tonight. Charles has no role unless you want him to be present with Robert. This is your evening, Robert, to enjoy Ellie's attentions." Robert looked at Ellie, smiled, and went on, "I'm sorry to have put my foot in my mouth. So I guess you did not tell your husband that Thomas and I shared you? It was especially sweet for me to take your anal virginity as we double-teamed you. Have you had a double penetration experience since then?" I noticed Ellie stiffen momentarily and then relax as she looked into my eyes before returning her attention to Robert. "No," she responded, "but I enjoy anal sex as a result of your taking my ass. I really aim to please my partners, and I find all forms of sex exciting and satisfying. But, I don't share anything with Bill except when I choose to. Now, I would rather just focus on tonight than share any more. If he can keep his thoughts to himself for now, I will allow him to watch us this evening." Charles interrupted our conversation when he walked in through the back door carrying his overnight bag. He didn't need to knock, Ellie had given him his own key so he could come and go as he pleased. Charles quickly surveyed the scene and my wife's attire before saying, "Damn, don't you look fine tonight Ellie. Am I interrupting something?" Robert and Ellie started laughing uncontrollably while I blushed. "You are oh so close," Ellie managed to choke out. "You won our bet! Bill said that he was pretty sure we have been fucking all along. I guess I'll have to deliver on our bet." "You mean that you are ready to be DP'd in front of your husband?" Charles asked with raised eyebrows. Ellie slipped her arm around Robert and responded, "I promised Bill that tonight I belonged to Robert, so that would be his choice, but I can tell you from experience that he enjoys anal play." Robert extended his hand to Charles. "We haven't met, but I gather we have both enjoyed Ellie's charms to put it politely. I can't think of anything more erotic than sharing her sexy body tonight. I gather from what I've observed and heard in the past few minutes that Bill would enjoy watching us use her as well. I am more than willing to share, since Bill is so willing to be generous with his wife." I had to step away to make drinks and start dinner before embarrassing myself in front of them. However, I could watch undetected from the kitchen. Charles swept Ellie into his arms, and they locked in a long, tongue-entwined kiss for several minutes. Charles lost no time in groping and rubbing my wife's ass before she broke it off reminding him that it was Robert's night. Ellie sat between the two men on the couch. They engaged in light petting and sexual conversation. Robert and Charles swapped stories of conquests, and Charles did not spare Robert, or me, graphic details of the mornings he had spent with Ellie in my home and our bed. Robert, in turn, related the full story of Ellie's debauchery on the dunes a few years ago. He even included how she had lowered herself onto Thomas's cock, and then leaned into his chest for a torrid kiss while Robert spread her ass cheeks. Then he slowly forced his well-lubed cock into her ass. He recalled her initial expressions of pain, but how quickly she began begging them to fuck her harder. "She screamed when she came," he recalled. "That attracted an even larger crowd than was already watching. Dave, Thomas, and I were finally spent, and we left her laying there while a brave few pressed in to use her body for their own pleasure. We rescued her once we had regained our senses, but two or three other men had already cum in her or on her by the time we pulled her free." Ellie laughed again, obviously enjoying the conversation. "If Bill didn't already think I was a slut after Frank and Dave fucked me, he certainly knows I was by the time I left the dunes. I didn't even think about the fact that they walked me naked back down the beach, up onto campus to the parking lot, and drove me home. I remember Bill's shocked look when I walked in naked and well used, cum still drying in my hair and on my tits. He merely thanked Dave for taking me to the beach and then walked me into the shower. Yet, I never said a word about it to Bill. I guess that is when I started craving a sexual satisfaction that I could not get remaining faithful to Bill. Everything changed for me after that day on the beach. He is a good husband, but he cannot take me to the spiritual highs I experience with Frank or the explosive, whorish orgasms I experienced with Dave. Charles delivers both to my satisfaction. Plus, the uncertainty about whether I may or may not be fucking Charles seems to feed Bill's libido." Listening from the other room, my mind made note that Ellie spoke of Frank and Charles in the present tense and Dave in the past. Had I been missing something the past few years? Ellie put our child to bed following dinner. Our toddler was still too young to be aware of the tension in the house and had no trouble falling asleep. Robert lit a joint when Ellie returned, and I poured a fresh round of drinks. I knew the combination of alcohol and weed would release any inhibitions she had left, and she had already agreed to let me watch. Still, I settled quietly into a corner so my presence would not put a damper on the rest of the evening. I knew Ellie was stoned when she asked me to put on some sensual music. She asked for my favorite cassette tape that puts us in the mood for lovemaking. She rose and turned to face Robert and Charles. Then she began a slow erotic dance of seduction that I had thought she reserved for my eyes only. I suspect it was a deliberate price I was to pay for the privilege of watching. As she swayed her hips, Ellie ran her hands through her hair and leaned forward into Robert. "Untie me," she whispered as she held her hair up. She leaned in for a long, wet kiss as Robert untied the strings behind her neck and then back. Her top fell free. She stepped back into to her slow dance and made her way to Charles for another long kiss. Ellie returned to Robert and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Robert had more hair on his chest and arms than anyone I knew. Ellie slowly lowered herself down dragging her nipples lightly through his hair. She shuddered as her breasts passed his stomach and moaned softly. "I love how your hair tickles and excites my nipples." She began to fiddle with his belt and unzipped his pants as she continued to rub her tits along his hairy chest. Then she removed his pants and briefs releasing Robert's large erect cock. "Damn, are all her lovers bigger than me." I thought to myself. She lowered herself to her knees, leaned between his legs, and cradled his cock between her breasts. "Bill wants me to make you feel good." Ellie said. She began to raise and lower herself slowly, stroking his cock with her breasts until they were slick with his pre-cum. Dropping lower, Ellie took his cock in her hands and began licking around its head before slowly sucking it into her mouth. She removed it and rubbed it along her face, whispering how much she adored his cock and what it would soon be doing to her. She dropped her mouth even lower and licked his balls before taking each into her mouth and gently sucking on them. Then she ran her tongue back up the length of the underside of his cock before sucking it into her mouth once again. Her actions were slow and deliberate. She was making love to his cock with her mouth and face, worshipping it, wanting him to enjoy every minute. He warned her that he would cum. Ellie looked into his eyes and moaned, "It won't be the last time tonight." As she gazed lovingly into his eyes, Robert's cock began pumping cum, and Ellie swallowed his potent seed. His sperm overflowed out through her lips and ran down her chin and dripped over her breasts. My own cock released into my pants at the same time, and I had not yet touched myself. She moved to Charles and took his hand to indicate he was to stand. She sat down next to Robert and motioned to Charles. He pulled on her shorts and slipped them off over her high heels. Charles undressed as she spread her legs and invited him to taste her cunt. I realized that not one word had been spoken, but they knew each other intimately enough that they sensed what the other was thinking and wanting. They were clearly three seasoned lovers. When he was naked, Charles dropped between her legs and began to probe her with his tongue. Ellie spoke finally, "Get me wet for Robert." Charles gently kissed her breasts and nipples moving slowly down her stomach. He lightly kissed the lips of her vulva before turning his attention to the soft insides of her thighs. Ellie ran her fingers through his hair and urged his tongue back to the entrance of her center. She began rotating her hips forward, urging him to concentrate on the entrance to her vagina and her clitoris. Her body started trembling, and Robert leaned over and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Ellie's breathing became heavier, and she started moaning when Robert began pulling her nipples. He twisted her nipples softly at first and then with more force as her body began to buck against Charles' face. Ellie grasped his head and locked it in place with her thighs as she began squealing in orgasm. Robert pulled her nipples forcefully with each relaxation of her pelvic thrusts, urging her to thrust once again against the mouth and tongue pleasuring her. Robert began to soften his massage of her breasts and nipples as Ellie's body began to relax and her grip on Charles eased. In time, he moved away, and Charles drew Ellie into a long open mouthed kiss as her caressed her breasts. I heard her softly tell Charles that she loved him, drawing him back into another long kiss. When her breathing began to return to normal, Charles moved away as well so that Ellie could stand. She took Robert by the hand and pulled him into another kiss. Then she he led him to me and placed her arm around his waist. Her chest and breasts were a bright pink from the rush of her orgasm. I could see that her labia were full and distended, ready for vaginal penetration. "Now I will take Robert to our bed as you asked me to do earlier today." she said to me. "I left sheets, a blanket, and a pillow at the end of the couch. I suggest you make your bed and undress. Then you can come to the door to our room and watch while Robert and Charles share my body. When they are done, you are to go back to the couch and not disturb us again for the remainder of the night. I prepared two bottles should the baby awake hungry. You will feed the baby and not disturb us." With that, Ellie reached for Charles and the three walked down the hallway to the bedroom. I made my bed on the couch and undressed as I was instructed. If I was going to watch, I did not want to be the only one dressed. Who knew what liberties Ellie might allow me? And if not, at least I could better enjoy my arousal. I walked down the hallway and stood at the door to my bedroom, my bed now devoted to their sexual activities. I remembered my place and did not enter. Ellie was face down on the bed, my pillow placed under her pelvis, elevating her bottom. Robert knelt between her spread legs, his penis slowly stroking in and out of her vagina while he massaged her back and rubbed her anus. Ellie's head was turned to Charles who was lying beside her. Charles held her hand, and he gently stroked her cheek. "I love you," Charles whispered. Ellie moaned and tightened her grip on his hand. She must have heard my steps in the hall because she called out, "Bill, get the lube from my drawer and give it to Robert." I crossed to our dresser, found the lube, and handed to Robert, and quickly moved back to the door. I wanted to watch and did not want Ellie to send me away. What Lies Beneath: Hot Summer Night Robert poured some lube into the fold of her ass and began working it into her anus. His stimulation caused her to begin rocking her hips, forcing his cock in and out of her vagina. If it had been me, I would have cum quickly in response, but she had already blown Robert and I suspected he would last longer having already cum once. His thumb slipped past her sphincter, and she gasped. Charles leaned in and kissed her softly, assuring her that she would not be hurt. Robert eased in one finger, then two. I was in awe as I watched her anal opening expand. Robert pulled out, sat back, and then he declared her ready. Charles rolled onto his back and Ellie lifted herself and swung a leg over his hips. Rising into a sitting position, Ellie lifted herself up and guided his penis into her vagina. She leaned into his chest and began to kiss him. Robert moved between her legs again and spread her ass cheeks open. He placed his cock at her relaxed anus and slowly began to push himself in. Ellie began breathing harder. Then she gasped, and he was in, pushing himself deeper. When Ellie indicated she was comfortable and ready, Charles and Robert began pumping themselves in and out of their respective holes. It did not take long before Ellie joined their movement with increasing urgency. I think Ellie came first, as she started squealing and moaning. "Harder, don't stop, ....... Oh God I'm cumming." As their frantic movements and breathing began to slow, Robert pulled out and lay down on her other side. I watched as cum seeped out of her ass, and her anus slowly began shrinking back to its normal tightly puckered appearance. I realize I had cum once again myself, all while forgetting to stroke myself. The scene before me was sufficiently erotic that I needed no physical stimulation. Ellie rolled off Charles, turned onto her knees, and lowered her head to Robert's crotch. She started gently licking around his penis, eventually sucking his cock into her eager mouth. When she had cleaned all her juices and his cum, she moved up his chest and then begin kissing him deeply on the mouth. "Thank you," Ellie panted. "That was wonderful. She turned then to Charles and cleaned his cock and groin in the same fashion. He too was rewarded with a long, deep kiss. I bemoaned the fact that she never performed this service for me. At best, she would bring me a towel to clean myself. I slowly turned and eased away knowing she wanted me to leave them alone now. I heard her say, "Good night Bill. Thank you honey." I could hear their rustling, quiet talk, and giggling as I dropped off to sleep on the couch. The baby's cry awaked me. I slipped on my briefs and retrieved our child from the crib. I carried our toddler into the kitchen, and I rocked him as I warmed the bottle. Charles was sitting in the living room when I returned to feed the baby. He had wrapped a towel around himself, in deference I hoped to the fact I had no interest in naked men except for when they are screwing my wife. Charles explained that Ellie asked for some time alone with Robert. "Your wife is an amazing lover," Charles whispered before confessing. "I envy that you can have her whenever you want, but I understand why you are so willing to share her. I don't think one man can fully satisfy her. One moment, she fucks like a seasoned whore all caution and inhibition thrown to the wind for her own enjoyment. In the next minute, she is a gentle, passionate lover wanting to take you to incredible highs and sexual release. She makes you feel like no other man matters and only you can satisfy her need for love. I have never been married, but I imagine she showers these same affections on you every evening. I know that I have fallen in love with her, and I believe she is in love with me as well. Thank you for sharing her with me." The baby finished the bottle and had fallen back into sleep. I excused myself and placed our child back into the crib. I had to pass our bedroom, so I paused on the way back to the couch. Robert and Ellie were entwined with one another. They were kissing, their tongues probing the depths of each other's mouths. Robert began to stroke her body and thighs, alternating from kissing her mouth to suckling on her nipples. Ellie stroked his hair and slowly stroked his limp cock. I could see that it was beginning to stir again. "I love you Robert," she cooed, looking into his eyes. "I want to see you again, just you and me next time. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. I want to feel your cum explode against my cervix. I want to feel your cum on my breasts and face. I want to drink your cum and savor its flavor as it slides down my throat. I want you to hold me as I fall asleep tonight and awake in your arms in the morning. Make love to me again. Make me yours. Make me feel how much you want me, how much you love me." I moved away quickly as I did not want to get caught. Charles was smiling as I enter the living room. "Watching her is erotic is it not?" he asked. "I think she loves everyone she screws. I think she cannot help but love her men. I don't know where you learned everything you taught her, but she is the most sensuous, passionate woman I know. I look forward to my visits, and I hope you will be comfortable with sharing her for many years to come." Charles took a blanket from the end of the couch along with another pillow that Ellie had left there. He made a bed on the floor explaining that my wife wanted to be alone with Robert the rest of the night so they could share the bed as lovers. "I know she will take me to her bed when you return to work on Monday, so I can wait." he explained. "You share her love with me, I cannot complain that she asks me to share her love with Robert. I expect they will see each other again after watching her with him tonight." Charles obviously thought I was okay with all that had transpired. I suppose I was, but I allowed him to assume that it was my idea and that I had a voice in the matter. In truth, Ellie and I made love, had a baby, and slept in the same bed when she was not with a lover, but I had no say in her behavior. My choice was to accept her and her infidelity or find another wife. I had made my choice. I had fed, bathed, and dressed the baby by the time my wife emerged from the bedroom. She walked in, naked as usual, hair disheveled, dried cum scattered across her thighs, breasts, and hair. She hugged me tightly, "Thank you for sharing me with Robert. He is a wonderful lover. We are going to shower. Please make us breakfast when we get out of the bathroom." Ellie then kissed the baby who was playing quietly in the living room. She walked to Charles, leaned in for a long wet kiss and said, "Thank you for last night. You felt so good in my ass the second time while Robert fucked me. Thank you for letting us have the rest of the night to ourselves. I will make it up to you tonight. Bill can sleep on the couch tonight while you share our marital bed as lovers tonight." She turned and smiled at me, "You were comfortable on the couch weren't you, Bill?" From where I sat at the dining room table, I could watch Ellie lead Robert into the bathroom holding his hand. She left the door open knowing I could see their reflection in the mirror. Robert took her in his arms and groomed her hair with his fingers while they kissed. She raised her arms to his head and pulled him tighter into the kiss. I could see Robert start to stiffen as she bent over to start the shower. She turned and looked at his rising penis. I could hear her as she took him in her hand, "You just can't get enough. I'm too sore to do much more, but I will give you a hand in the shower." She gave him a quick kiss and pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Our shower curtain was clear, so I could see them take each other in their arms again and begin to wash one anothers hair. As the steam built, the image became obscured, but I could make out the form as Ellie stepped back and took his erection in her hands and began stroking. I knew her practice well. She grabbed the soap and lathered her hands, then returned to stroking his cock hand over hand. I knew from experience how quickly his urgency would build. I heard Robert's plea, "Please, you are going to make me come." "Yes, I want to watch you come for me." Ellie urged. I could make out the rapid movement of her arms as she stroked him faster, hand over hand. I could see his body arch and heard his grunt as he began cumming for her. Her movements began to slow and he slumped into her arms. "You are incredible," he panted. I watched them get out and dry each other like familiar lovers. Part of me was sad that it was not me standing there, but I knew she always returned to my side and my bed when her adventures were over. I was pleased that she had pleasured my boss. He was a good friend and proud of his sexual conquests. Now he knew just how sexy my wife could be. Maybe I did not have stories to match his at the end of the day, but I was married to the woman that likely exceeded any of his sexual partners, and that made me proud. True to her form, Ellie walked out still naked with Robert who had dressed. I had forgotten to make breakfast, since I had become so involved watching their activity in the shower. Robert laughed and begged off. It was time to go. Ellie walked him to the door and kissed him again, his hand running down automatically to cup her butt. "I looked forward to a repeat of last night," Ellie said loud enough for me to hear. She stood at the door naked and watched him walk to his car. She waited for him to turn and wave before she closed the door. Anyone driving by could have seen her on display. All I could do is shake my head in amazement. Ellie walked back to me and put her arms around me. "Thank you," she said again. "I love you. Thank you for allowing me my pleasures. Robert is wonderful. We should have entertained him long before now. I need to attend to Charles tonight. He was so understanding and cooperative last night. You won't mind sleeping on the couch again?" "Do you think my shorts were too tight?" Ellie asked as she spun in a slow turn displaying her naked body to me. "Maybe I shouldn't wear them around others." I smiled, "No, I think they are just right. You should wear them more often." What Lies Beneath: Independence Yes, money became the issue that forced my wife and me apart. Infidelity did not bother me, as I benefited from her sexual adventures. They aroused me. I felt no need to have an affair with another woman, but I could no longer tolerate living on the financial edge. We tried "living together" with me handling the money, but it drove her crazy. If she could not control the checkbook, then she wanted out. Ellie had sold her business when the economy took a down turn, and she was now working as a temp for various technical companies in our area. We knew the time had come to separate, but Ellie asked me to wait six months—until school was out for the kids. That way, we could help them adjust to the separation. I later figured out that Ellie was afraid to go out and live on her own. She wanted the financial stability that I provided, but she did not want me to manage the money. She had to have whatever she wanted whether or not we had the resources. She figured she could use my thrill of her sexual adventures and my sexual needs to keep me around as long as possible. Ellie bought a red lace bustier, red silk stockings, and red high heels to surprise me that Christmas. She agreed, the first time that she modeled for me, that the outfit looked sexier without panties. The lace cups could be worn covering her breasts or folded under like a shelf bra to push her tits upright allowing her hard nipples to point outwards. Naturally, I loved the latter effect and look. She would dress in the outfit for a late night session of foreplay and sex after the kids had gone to bed. I enjoyed the sex play, and we were still living together, so I was not going to pass on sex when she was in the mood. I think we had sex more frequently after we agreed to separate than we did at any other point in our married lives. I knew that Ellie would have to be able to support herself, so I convinced her to buy an elegant red dress for work. It buttoned up the front. The reds of her new lingerie and dress matched, so I persuaded her to wear the bustier under her dress for work. I watched her pull on the panties the first time she dressed that way. "No panties," I said. "And keep the bra cups folded under." "But you know my boss has already made a pass at me," Ellie complained. She was working as a temp assistant to a high tech company VP. "He has me shadow him every day. He takes me to lunch with our customers. He has me work along side him in his office, often with the door shut." "Yes," I replied. "And you want full-time work, and you did say he is attractive despite being fifteen years older than us." Ellie sighed, "I'll know how exposed I am." "Yes," I replied, "and that will keep you edgy and aroused all day. Just let whatever happens happen." Ellie complained that she didn't have a slip that matched the outfit. "No slip; no slips with any of your outfits anymore" I ordered. "You are beginning a new, sexier work life—more confident, more aggressive, ready to demand respect and ready to reward those who reward you." "You want me to seduce my workmates?" Elie asked, and then she smiled. "I suppose that would be fun. I'm only a temp, and the job ends in a few weeks. If they like this new me, they just might keep me on. And, I do like feeling sexy." I left for work before her. She called me later that morning to tell me that she discovered that if she left the bottom two buttons undone, the dress would drape open when she sat and crossed her legs. Leaving the top two buttons undone exposed the tops of her breasts when she leaned forward and threatened to expose her nipples if she leaned over when standing. "I think my boss likes the look," she said. "He asked me to clear his schedule after lunch and book a couple of hours for the two of us to discuss a new project. He said he needs me to take notes, react to his ideas, and prepare a rough draft of his proposal. I'll be alone with him most of the afternoon." I told her I could not wait until the evening to learn how her day had gone. Ellie did not change when she got home. She took off her heels but remained in her work clothes until the kids had gone to bed. That night, she donned her heals, sat in a dining room chair, and began to tell her story: " After beginning my day in the office, I realized that if I undid a third bottom button, my stocking tops showed and revealed that I was wearing garters instead of panty hose. It felt so sexy knowing a hint of bare thigh showed when I walked if anyone bothered to notice. When I sat in the chair next to my boss's desk and crossed my legs, the garter snap and my bare thighs showed. I simply draped my dress open so it lay flat in a "V" across my thighs. He noticed my change in dress immediately. As he dictated my tasks for the day and letters to type, I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them over and over left and right. I did not know if he could see that I was not wearing panties, but it was very obvious to me. He beckoned for me to look at a chart on his desk, and I noticed him look down the front of my dress when I did so." "After that, he had lots of charts and diagrams for me to study. I stood at a right angle and remained bent over for as long as I could. I did not look at myself, but I hoped he could see my nipples. They were so hard, and I was yearning for him to pinch them. You know how I like to have my nipples pinched. At some point, I undid the third button on the top, and then I was sure my breasts were exposed. I could feel his breath on my nipples. I was trying hard not to cum from the excitement of exposing myself to him." "As lunch time neared, he told me to clear his calendar for the entire afternoon. I think I told you that he first asked for a couple of hours. Anyway, when we returned after lunch, he told me to tell the other office managers we were not to be disturbed and to lock his office door when I returned. I found myself blushing going around telling the other assistants that we were working on a special project and we were not to be disturbed. Some merely nodded that they understood, but others laughed. Two winked at me and said, 'Sure, okay.' " "He motioned for me to take my seat after I locked the door. He told me that his previous assistant helped close the companies sales contracts, and if I thought I might be good at that, he would have a permanent position for me. 'What would that entail?' I asked him. He said I would be accompanying him to sales meetings. That would require travel, knowing our product, and making potential customers comfortable." " What does that mean?" I asked. "What you are thinking it means," Ellie replied. "Some of the assistants had already told me that my predecessor provided sexual favors for clients when needed. They implied that some of them had as well but were "retired" from providing that company service. I didn't believe it until today. It seems they have been working through temps trying to find a suitable replacement. My dress today convinced my boss I might be the one." "So?" I wondered aloud. Ellie continued on. "He asked me to stand and turn around slowly, so he could look at me. He asked me about you and if you were jealous. I told him we were having problems and that you had always wanted me to show myself off and sleep with other men. I told him I have been reluctant, but I was experimenting today. He asked me if I was excited knowing he had been checking me out. I told him I was. That's when he asked me to remove my dress. I hesitated and told him I was not wearing panties. I was embarrassed. He laughed and told me it was too late. He had already noticed even though he did not a get a good look. He said he wanted a good look now." "What did you say?" I asked. "Don't you mean to ask, 'What did I do?'" Ellie replied. "I slowly unbuttoned my dress while staring into his eyes, daring him to look at me. When I finished, I allowed it to drape momentarily over my shoulders before letting it drop to the floor. He said nothing. He rose, walked around me, felt my breasts, ran his hand over my butt, ran his hand between my legs, and then played with my clit. I stood still and allowed him the intimacy. He asked if I was interested in becoming his assistant permanently. I would be on the payroll with full benefits." "He laughed when I asked about the job description and pay. 'What you have been doing now, plus you will travel with me. You will help me sell our products to our clients. If they need a soft touch to convince them to sign, you will provide whatever services they desire. When not engaged with a client, you will be with me when we travel. I generally book a two-room suite or adjoining rooms when I travel. The second room is for you to service the client when required. Otherwise, we will spend our time together. On occasion, other VPs may request your presence, and you will make yourself available to them as well.'" "Did he tell you what your salary would be," I asked. "I inquired about compensation. He offered me $10,000 a month, plus 1% commission whenever my services are needed to seal the deal. I will receive a clothing allowance. That means he will accompany me to stores and pay for the outfits and lingerie required for work and travel. All expenses are covered while traveling." He mentioned that you would be allowed to attend dinners and parties with clients when they are in town, but you must identify yourself as an employee and not mention that I am your wife. That will allow you to watch me in public and in private if the situation arises. I don't know if or when that might happen, but he assured me it would." "And?" I probed. "I was ready to sign, but he had one more test for me. He told me to put my dress back on but to button only the one button at my waist. As long as I stood straight, the dress draped around me like normal. But when I walked? Well, my breasts and my cunt were exposed when I walked. He told me to go to all the assistants and tell them to send their boss to the office to witness my employment contract. I was so embarrassed, because they all knew I was signing on as the company whore. But, I was turned on as well." I don't know what excited me more? Was it when I revealed my new status or when I stripped again—this time for the VPs? The company president took me from behind when I bent over my boss's desk to sign the contract. I lay there moaning while he pumped me with his cock until he finally ejaculated inside me. I didn't have any panties, so his cum ran down my leg and dried on my stockings before the workday ended. " "I have left them on for you," Ellie said as she stood and dropped her dress revealing the red stockings streaked with white dried seman. " Are you ready to go to bed and celebrate my new job? Oh, and my boss is taking me shopping tomorrow. Then, we will leave Sunday for my first assignment in Seattle. I am so excited." "Uhhh," I started to say, but Ellie stopped me with a finger to my lips. "I will tell you everything while wearing my sexiest outfit from the trip when we return," Ellie whispered. "In a few months I will have money, and then we can discuss our future. " Ellie rose early Sunday morning to shower and prepare for her trip to Seattle. Her bags were packed with the new clothes and lingerie picked out and purchased by her boss. She had not shared them with me, but promised to model the most successful pieces when she returned. She wanted them fresh for her boss and their clients. She emerged naked from her shower and asked me to help shave her vulva so she was fresh and smooth for her trysts. I left the tuft of hair above her clitoris as she asked and began massaging in her lotion to keep the skin smooth. As her eyes began to roll behind closing lids, I moved to her clit. That got her attention, and she slapped my hand away. "That is not for you," she said. "Maybe when I return, if I am not too tired from being used in Seattle, I will let you have your turn. But, for now, you must leave me alone." I watched her dress in the red outfit that won her her "permanent" job. Her boss wanted to enjoy it more properly on their flight to Seattle. I watched her walk to his limo and reach for an extended hand before stepping into the back seat. I watched the car until it disappeared on its way to the airport. "What stories will she have when she returns home?" I wondered. Ellie did not call or email. I expected her return on Wednesday evening and heard the limo pull up in front of our house. I watched from the window as her boss came around and opened her door, extending his hand to help her out. They embraced and exchanged a long, passionate kiss. Any of our neighbors who might have looked out their windows would have had a clear view. She then took her bag and walked towards the house. Her dress was new to me, slit up the side and low-cut V extended well below her breasts to show off her cleavage and much of the insides of her breasts. A new pendant hung into her cleavage calling attention to it as if the dress was not enough. Her hair was done into a new elegant style. She was beaming when she stepped thought the doorway and stopped to kiss me. "Are the kids in bed?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Good, let me go kiss them good night. Then we can retire to the bedroom, and I will tell you about Seattle. Why don't you go in, take your clothes off, and wait for me in bed." It was not long before Ellie entered our bedroom and closed the door. I watched her reach behind her head to release the catch on her dress. She dropped her arms, and the dress slid slowly to the floor. She wore only a garter belt, silk stockings, and her new high heels. She looked stunning. "Do you want me to keep the heels on?" she asked. I could only nod having lost my voice. Ellie smiled and said, "Good choice. I have learned it is sexier with the heels on." She curled her legs under her as she sat beside me on the bed. "Are you ready for your story?" she asked as she reached for my cock. She took me in her hand and began to rhythmically squeeze and stroke me. Again, I could only nod. "My boss made sure the bottom four buttons of my dress were undone after I got into the limo. That meant it draped open to the top of my stockings. If I spread my legs, you could see all of me. We had airline seats in first class. I sat at the window, and he on the aisle. We boarded first, which meant that everyone else walked past us to get to the seats. He told me to cross my legs so that my bare thigh above my stocking top was on display. Just to make sure everyone notice, he placed his hand on my thigh and caressed me as people boarded. Most passengers starred as they passed; some even smiled at me. He insisted on referring to me as Mrs. Jones in a tone of voice that reinforced the fact that I was a married woman traveling with someone other than my husband." "Nothing more happened until we had checked into our suite. As he promised, there were two bedrooms, but the bellhop put both of our bags into one room as he instructed. When the bellhop had left, he took my face in his hands and kissed me softly. He told me he now wanted to see me without the dress in the privacy afforded us in our room. He said that his office had not allowed him to properly appreciate my beauty. Then, he pulled my face in for another long kiss, this time probing my mouth with his tongue. It felt as if his tongue was making love to my mouth, dancing with my tongue. I fumbled with the buttons of my dress as he kissed me. When we broke contact, I allowed the dress to fall from my shoulders, and I stood before him in my bustier. I did a slow spin for him, and he stopped me to stroke and rub my ass as he continued to extoll my beauty. I felt wonderful hearing his words. When I turned to face him again, I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. We swayed together to some silent tune." "I started undressing him as he danced me to the bed. I really wanted to see and feel his cock in my hand. I was not disappointed. And yes, he is bigger than you. I sank to my knees and started kissing and licking his cock. I sucked his balls softly into my mouth before continuing to lick him back up the length of his cock before sucking him into my mouth. I concentrated on taking him down into my throat. I worked at him until I relaxed, and my nose was buried in his pubic hair." "Oh, does that turn you on?" Ellie giggled as I moaned. "Maybe I will deep throat you tonight, although you don't present much of a challenge for me now." Then she rubbed my cock against her face, running her cheeks over the sensitive underside as if she were worshiping it. I had to stop her before she made me cum. "You like that don't you?" she continued. " So did my boss. When I felt him begin to swell and tremble, I pulled him from my mouth and rubbed his cock over my face. He moaned, then grunted, and began cumming...hard. His cum pumped up and into my hair before I could react. His seman coated my face as I pulled back to watch. I think I even got some in my eye before I could get my mouth back over it and swallow the last spurts. I continued to rub his cum into my face with his cock as he told me what a great cocksucker I was. He asked if you had taught me to suck cock like that. I laughed, and said if I was to be his loving whore, he had to allow me some secrets. I couldn't tell him that my sister's husband, Frank, had taught me how to worship a man's cock and enjoy playing with and swallowing cum. If my boss had any doubts about my abilities to please a man sexually, they were gone in that instant." "He helped me finish undressing. I can't remember any man loving my body as he did while he undressed me. He knelt between my legs and slowly removed each stocking, kissing his way down my thighs, licking my cunt like he was a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk, purring the whole time. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply again even though I was covered in his cum. He kept telling me how much he loved me and how exciting I was." "He led me to the shower, and we wrapped our arms around each other and then washed each other's hair. He ran his hands down my back and washed me between my butt cheeks, paying careful attention to my anus. I returned the favor and worked my finger into his butt. He was so hard against my belly that I thought he would come again. Then he turned me around and began washing my breasts. He soaped them until they were covered in lather and then directed the shower spray at them. I thought my nipples would explode before he moved down to my vulva. Again he turned the spray on my clit until I came while he held me up and kept me from falling." "By the time we were finished, I needed my hair done again. He called for room service to send up a hairdresser. Then he wrapped me in a bath towel—to wait. Imagine my surprise when a male beautician showed up. My boss smiled and took the towel away. He gave my hand to this stranger and told him to make me beautiful. At first I was embarrassed, but then I began to enjoy his hands working with my hair, massaging my scalp. Before he finished, he laid me out and rubbed lotion into my legs and vulva. I did not stop him when he paid close attention to my clitoris and had me bucking against his hand begging him to make me cum. But, instead he rolled me over and massaged my back and then my butt. Before he finished, he worked lube into my asshole bringing me close to cumming again. The he did my makeup—face and body. He brushed glitter over the tops of my breasts and down my cleavage. That is when I noticed my dress for dinner had been laid out. I knew my breasts were going to receive a lot of attention while we ate." "I dressed for dinner after the beautician left,. My boss had dressed while I was being prepared. No stockings that night and no lingerie, just an almost shear silk dress that hugged my body. If you looked closely, it seemed as if you could see my nipples, but it was an illusion. The front was slit open from the bottom hem to just below my own slit. My entire leg was exposed when I walked. When I sat down to dinner, it fell open to expose my legs and my pussy if you stood at the waiter's view, and the waiters did take their time enjoying the view." What Lies Beneath: Independence "After a few drinks and entwined slow dancing in the bar, my boss took me back to the room. He started a fire in the fireplace, dimmed the lights to almost nothing, and opened the drapes. I had been so preoccupied earlier that I had not noticed the view of Seattle. He took me in his arms again and began another long slow kiss. He told me I was beautiful. He told me he loved me. He told me he was looking forward to sharing me as a sex toy for his customers. He said he could not wait to see their reaction when they realized I was theirs to use however they wanted for their pleasure and mine." Ellie's touch and words made me start cumming. My cum shot into the air and landed several feet away as she continued to stroke me, laughing while I came. "So, you like your wife as the perfect whore and slut. Maybe I should have engaged in story time with you long before now. But my story is not finished." "He slipped the dress from my body, and I stood before the fire so he could enjoy me with his eyes. Then I moved to the wall of windows looking over the city. I secretly hoped there were others out there who could see me standing there, naked for their enjoyment as well." "Then he took my hand and led me back to the fire. His erection was inviting, and I could not wait to feel him penetrate me. He laid me down onto the floor and covered me in kisses. He sucked my nipples and licked my cunt until I begged him to make me cum. At that point he mounted me, and penetrated my cunt with one hard thrust. As he sank deeply into me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and searched that cavity as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me. Gently at first, then harder, deeper, until I clasped my legs around his waist and begged him to fuck me. Then he began to thrust faster and harder." "I could feel him swelling inside me, and then I felt the powerful spurts as he began ejaculating inside me. His first burst of cum pushed me over the top and I began cumming myself, screaming for him to not stop. Then he slowed, and I relaxed my grip with my legs as we began to come down. I told him what a wonderful lover he was. I told him I wished my husband knew how to fuck me like he just fucked me. I told him I wanted him to take me to his bed and hold me tightly as I fell asleep. I asked him to make love to me when he felt the need in the night, because I wanted his cum pumping inside me again. I told him I was his whore and lover to use as he wished." "Then he rose and took me into his arms. Housekeeping had turned down the bed while we were at dinner. He laid me in his bed and then climbed in beside me. He took me in his arms and stroked my hair and face as he kissed my neck until I drifted off to sleep. My last memory before I next awakened was of his cock slowly growing between my butt cheeks. I think I was purring before sleep came." Ellie stopped stroking my now limp cock. "I think that is enough for you tonight. Tomorrow I will tell you about Monday and the two business partners looking for a reason to sign our contract." Ellie was already up with the kids when I woke up. She had made the breakfast, gotten them ready for school, and was telling them about the sights in Seattle, the Space Needle, and other facts your could get reading the brochures usually found in hotel lobbies. She was still in her robe. "Won't you be late for work?" I asked. "No," she replied. "My boss gave me the morning off so I could spend some time with the kids. Then he is coming here for lunch to review the new contract. The CEO is coming as well. I should have warned you last night, please don't plan to come home for lunch. They will be gone by the time school is out." I knew enough now to keep my mouth shut. I had encouraged her new job and our marriage was ending when the school year ended. I merely nodded my understanding. When I got home that evening, our bedroom door was closed, and Ellie and the kids were playing in the yard. I opened the door and went in. The remains of candles were placed around the room. There were six vases filled with red roses. A check for $20,000 made out to my wife was on my pillow. I backed out, closed the door, and joined them in the yard. Ellie looked at me and smiled. "All these years of enjoying my freedom and your naïveté has finally paid off," she laughed. "It turns out I am well suited for and very good at my new job." She looked at the kids and the back at me, "I will tell you about Monday later tonight." I was back in bed, naked again at her request. Ellie came in after saying good night to the kids and tucking them in; their usual routine. She disrobed, removing her usual jeans and casual blouse. No special lingerie for me—just her everyday bra and panties. She walked to me naked; there was something different about how she carried herself. She kissed me lightly on the lips. "Are you thinking about how much you are going to miss your well paid whore?" she asked as she took me in her hand again and continued her story. " I awoke in the middle of the night and I could feel my boss's erection pushing against my ass. I half turned, kissed him, and told him I was okay with him fucking my ass if that is what he wanted. He rolled me onto my stomach and began pushing in. I pushed back. I was still lubed from my earlier massage and I wanted to feel him in my ass. It has been so long, and you never push hard enough, no matter how much I have urged you to take me. I yelped from pain and pleasure when he slipped through my sphincter. He started moving slowly, but then I urged him to fuck me harder when I had adjusted to his size. I begged him to be rough with me, to pound my ass, and make me cum. I buried my head in my pillow and screamed with pleasure as I came, and then I felt the swelling and pulsing of his cock as he came. I felt empty as he pulled out and collapsed exhausted beside me. Then I felt his cum leaking out and running down across my cunt. I rolled over, and he looked at me. He asked if you had taught me that. I touched his lips and whispered that I already had explained a whore had her secrets. I could not tell him about Robert and the joys of sex he had taught me. He nodded and we fell back asleep, this time with me taking him in my arms and me cradling his shrunken cock in my hands. He was still wet and messy, but I did not care. I wanted to show him how much I loved him." "We showered together in the morning, but he was gentle and did not want sex. When I got out of the shower, I was startled to find a gorgeous, young naked woman standing with a towel reaching for me. I looked at my boss, and he laughed explaining she was here from room service to get me ready for the day. She dried me, paying careful attention to my breasts, my cunt, and my ass. She took care to kiss all my special places and she took my hands and rubbed them over her special places. When she had done my hair and make up, she stood behind me with a mirror so I could see all her handy work. She reached over my shoulder to put the mirror down on the vanity. Then, to my surprise, she took my breasts in her hands, fondling them as she kissed my neck. She told me how jealous she was of the day that lay ahead. She then led me to the bedroom where my new dressing gown was laid out. I recognized it from when my boss and I went shopping. Short sleeves rested on my shoulders. Twenty small pearl buttons closed it tight across my midriff, leaving my breasts exposed; their underside resting on a sea of lace. The buttons stopped where the tuft of public hair begins, framing it as if it were a gem in its own right. My pussy and legs were fully exposed while the shear material fell in folds behind me. Only my ass was covered, although you could make out its shape through the gauzy material." "There was a knock at the door and my boss, fully dressed in his business suit, asked me to answer it. Two male waiters stood with their carts filled with breakfast goodies. They smiled at my dress as they entered and began setting four places at the dining in our suite. I looked at my boss, and he smiled and told me he had forgotten to tell me we had a breakfast meeting with our clients. The maid emerged from the bedroom, now dressed, and she left with the waiters. A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door, and my boss asked me to greet our clients. I smiled and walked confidently to the door, my head erect and my breasts thrust out. I extended my hand to the two men who stood at the doorway. I kissed each of them as they entered and told them it was my pleasure to finally meet them." "I offered to take their suit jackets and then we sat down to eat. At first I was self-conscious being basically naked with my breasts and pussy framed to enhance their attraction. Then I got used to it and eagerly joined in the sales pitch. They offered to take me on a personal tour of their plant while my boss met with their financial department. I know they took in the fact that we had two bedrooms, but only one appeared to be used." "My boss said he needed to finish getting ready and that the staff had laid out an outfit for me. All three men accompanied me into the bedroom. My boss excused himself and stepped into the bathroom. I turned to the two men and asked if one of them cared to help me with the small buttons on my gown. I explained that my breasts prevented me from seeing them clearly. The older of the two stepped forward and weighed my breasts in his hands. He agreed that they could make dressing difficult for me, but he thought they were beautiful as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, gently pulling them." "Standing before them naked, I turned to contemplate the clothes laid out for me, and I could feel them checking out my ass. I smiled and picked up the garter belt and attached it around my waist. I picked up the stockings, turned, sat on the bed, and asked if one of them would help me put them on. The other partner stepped forward and knelt before me. I rolled up the stocking and handed it to him. He placed it on my foot. Then he used both hands to slowly unroll it up my leg, continuing up to stroke my pussy when he ran out of stocking. I attached one garter strap, and he repeated his maneuver with the next stocking. I attached the other strap, stood and turned around asking him to please attach the back straps. He ran his hands over my ass and kissed my cheeks before doing so. I moaned in appreciation." "I thanked him. Then I pulled on the brief panties that had been left for me and the wisp of a bra. I turned to the older partner and asked him to hook the bra for me. A simple, light summer dress was draped across the bed, so I pulled it over my head. I was now dressed relatively proper compared to the other outfits we had brought. I slipped on some matching high heels, and I was ready to go." "The details of the day are unimportant. The partners took every opportunity to put their arms around me and rub my butt while showing me their business. I pointed out where our services would complement their production. At one point they asked about my personal services, and I assured them they would not be disappointed." "At the end of the day we returned to the suite. Dinner reservations had been made for four. Again, I had an audience as I prepared for the evening. I slipped off the bra and panties while they watched me don another thin, body-fitting silk sheath that tied behind my neck. It was backless and dropped to just short of my butt. My breasts were held up by a gathering of the material forming itself to their shape. Side slits ran nearly to my waist. When I walked, it was obvious I was not wearing panties, because the dress parted to my hips, making my gartered stockings clearly visible. I was covered, but I felt naked and on display. My pussy was wet before we even left the room." "I danced with both men after dinner and their hands explored my body. My back was open and they rubbed it softly. When they thought no one could see, they ran their hands inside my dress to rub my ass. Both of them rubbed their erections against my belly to let me know how turned on they were. " "When we returned to the suite, I was not surprised to find the fire had been lit, the lights dimmed, and both beds had been turned down. Candles were lit in the second bedroom. I knew where I would sleep that night." "My boss said he was tired and excused himself to the other bedroom and closed the door. I walked to the fireplace, untied the bow at my neck, and allowed my dress to slip to the floor. 'Do you have other personal services you would like me to perform before you sign our contract,' I asked. I walked to the older gentleman, and he took me in his arms and began kissing me as his hands explored my body. His partner joined him, and soon I was turned back and forth as each took his turn kissing and caressing me. I helped them undress, and we laid down in front of the fire. I continued moving between the two, stroking their now hard erect cocks, taking each in my mouth and rubbing them across my face. I asked the men if they wanted to fuck me. 'Yes,' they said, and I suggested we move to the bedroom where it would be more comfortable." "The younger of the two began playing with my anus and slowly inserted a finger while I was kissing his partner. I turned and smiled at him and told him I was fine with him taking my ass if that is what he wanted. His partner pulled me back into a kiss and pulled me on top of him. I settled my cunt onto his cock and began to rise up and down. He pulled me to his chest and opened my ass cheeks. I felt his partner push against my anus, and I pushed back. He entered me forcefully and the two men began to use me as their fuck toy. "I don't think they gave a thought to being gentle, they just fucked me hard after they settled into a rhythm. I was in heaven, lost in thoughts of Robert and Thomas taking me on the beach so many years ago. I know I was moaning and urging them to fuck me harder. I came loudly at least three times before they started pumping their cum into my body. I fell to the bed covered in sweat and exhausted when they finally released me. As I began to regain my awareness and composure, I noticed my boss smiling in the open bedroom door. He gave me a "thumbs up" when he caught my eye and disappeared back to the other bedroom." "I did not sleep much that night. The two men took turns using me in various ways throughout the night. They each came in my butt, my cunt, and my mouth before they were sated. When they awoke in the morning, I knelt before them and jacked them off as they came over my face and tits. Happy with my appearance, they took turns showering and dressed begging off breakfast. They had my boss take pictures with them dressed and me kneeling between the two of them still covered in their dry cum. I felt like a well-used slut in that moment. I don't know when I have ever felt so used, yet so alive in that moment. I knew then that I had made the right choice, and I was looking forward to the next sales call." "The remainder of the day was relatively uneventful. I showered with my boss and sucked him off in the shower. We ate, went to their company, and collected the signed business contracts. We did some shopping and sight seeing before returning to the suite. My boss and I ordered room service and spent the rest of the evening making love in front of the fire. He was sweet and gentle. I do believe I love him for more than just sex." "Today he brought our CEO here to lunch. He fucked me when I signed my contract, but my boss had told him about the partners fucking me in the ass and cunt at the same time. He didn't believe it, so I took them both on into our bedroom and into our bed before school was out. You saw my bonus check for the Seattle contract. I am going to enjoy this job, and the money isn't bad either." Ellie laughed, and then she mounted me. She had played with my cock, but she had not allowed me to cum while she told her story. She kissed me softly as said, "I thought you would like to fuck me one more time before we separate. Make it good. I have a new lover now and he makes me feel better than you ever did." Money. Money ended our marriage. I enjoyed and was satisfied by my wife's sexual adventures, but she needed her monetary freedom. She spent money like she fucked—with abandon. I could not accept surrendering our financial security. That was way out of my comfort zone. Yet, Ellie procrastinated in signing the divorce papers. It was two more years before she felt comfortable being without my support. She finally believed that she could provide for herself. At that point, she signed the papers and we were both free to pursue new pleasures. What Lies Beneath: New Lingerie To this point, I have related my memories of the major events leading to and reinforcing my desire to watch. The more I learned, the further I wanted Ellie to venture into the lifestyle of a hot wife. I didn't really focus on being the cuckold; rather I focused on how she began to mature as a sexually passionate woman as her experiences expanded her definitions of sexual pleasure. Her sexual evolution did play a part in our own relationship. It, too, evolved as she became comfortable with her lovers and her extra-curricular affairs knowing that I accepted them, even if she did not share them with me. A few months after our Hot Summer Night with Robert and Charles, I decided it was time for us to have our own hot night. My parents had been asking to spend some time with our child, so I knew we would have a weekend alone in the near future. I made a trip to Victoria's Secrets and bought what I thought was a racy, yet elegant, nightgown for our weekend. I surprised her with it Saturday morning and shared my plan for a weekend of play and sex. Ellie looked at what I bought and shook her head. "No, that will not do. I need to go shopping today. I will see you tonight," she said. She took the package and left the house, driving away in my car. Now I wasn't sure what I should do, but I went ahead with my plans for dinner. Ellie did not return until almost dinnertime. I had almost given up on our weekend when she walked in the back door with a shopping bag. I told her I was happy she was back and asked what she had bought. "Later," she said and disappeared into the bedroom. "What's for dinner?" Ellie asked when she returned to the kitchen. "Steak, roasted potatoes, artichokes cooked as you like them, some good wine, and a special desert from your favorite bakery." I replied. She walked over and kissed me softly. "Ummmm, I may have a better dessert for you. We'll see what you think later. Let me go dress for dinner," she said. I set the table and she walked back out in her red bikini top and short shorts, open to her crotch, as was her style. Her red high heels clicked on the wood floor. "I thought you might enjoy this view during dinner." Ellie said. She walked around the living room opening the drapes and then opened the dining room door to the patio. "It is a nice evening, the weather is warm, and the setting sun casts a nice light in the house," she continued. "Yes, and you are on display to anyone walking or driving past if they look in the house," I thought to myself. She knew that would excite me. We enjoyed dinner. It had been months since we had been alone, and we enjoyed aimless conversation, soft jazz on the stereo, and fine wine. I served heart-shaped, white chocolate truffles and an aged port for dessert. When we had finished, Ellie rose from the table and started towards the bedroom. "You clean up while I get my dessert ready. You might want to pour some more port for us when you finish." she said over her shoulder. I heard her go into the bathroom and the shower begin to flow as I washed dishes. I thought about changing my attire as well. I was wearing cutoffs, a tee shirt, and no shoes. Not fancy, but appropriate for the warm evening. Besides, I didn't know what she had planned. After an hour, I was beginning to wonder if she would ever reappear. I heard the bathroom door open and then I heard our bedroom door close. Another twenty minutes passed before I heard her high heels on the floor. I turned to look as Ellie walked into the living room. She walked to where she was framed in the windows, the setting sun streaming in behind her. She was a vision of perfection. Her blond hair draped over her shoulders. She had bought a white bustier with pink satin laced up the front ending in a small bow below her cleavage. Her breasts were encased in transparent cups topped with a delicate lace. The bone (well, plastic I suppose) stays lifted her breasts from below. Her nipples stood out hard and straining through the thin covering. Garter straps ran down to sheer, white silk stockings that highlighted her gorgeous legs. White, four-inch heels that strapped around her feet and ankles accented her firm legs. They were definitely made for the boudoir and not the street. Sheer panties completed the outfit. "Is this better than the night gown you bought?" she asked? "I thought you might like to take some pictures before the light is gone. Your camera is sitting on the bed with a fresh roll of film, ready to go." "She is so beautiful," I thought and then repeated aloud as I began photographing her poses. I moved around so I could catch the evening light casting its soft glow on her body and warming the white satin of her lingerie. A movement from outside caught my eye. Our neighbor, Herb, was watching our impromptu photo session from the sidewalk. I knew he could see Ellie quite clearly and warned that we had a voyeur. Ellie smiled and walked to the picture window. She struck a sexy pose and waved to Herb. Then she turned, bent over, and shook her sexy ass at him while looking back over her shoulder. Then she turned and placed her right foot on the windowsill spreading her legs open for his enjoyment. Then she blew him a kiss before returning to posing for my camera. I watched Herb shake his head before turning to walk back to his house. "What was that about?" I asked. Ellie said Herb had been watching her for some time. The bedroom windows in his two-story house looked down on the patio outside our bedroom and into our bedroom itself if the curtains were open. Ellie would sunbathe nude on the patio, and we both knew Herb often watched her. I noticed Herb in his bedroom window not long after Charles started staying with us. "You know how much I like the morning light, and I noticed him watching Charles and I on several occasions," Ellie said. "You mean he watched you having sex?" I asked. "Yes, in our bed and on the patio," Ellie replied. "He started coming over after Charles left to tell me I would rot in hell for my infidelity. I told him I loved you very much, but I needed more to be satisfied. I told him I was not cheating on you. I told him I had your blessing. He told me I was a whore and would go to hell." I was shocked, but Ellie warned me to calm down. "His wife came over not long afterward to complain that he had started asking his friends over for breakfast when he saw Charles's van parked at our house. I did notice he started keeping his bedroom curtains open. Apparently he has a group of men from his church who watch Charles and I and pray for our souls. His wife is pissed off because she finds soiled tissues littering the bedroom when they leave. She is getting tired of cleaning up after the dirty old men. It never fails. Herb visits me every time Charles leaves. I started to answer the door in the nude figuring that would scare him off, but it just prompted him to ask if he could come in and pray for my soul." "Did you?" I asked. "No," Ellie answered, "he is just a pathetic old man getting his jollies watching Charles and I fuck and then attempting to do penance by warning me that I will go to hell for my behavior. His wife told him to stop watching me. He apparently told her it was his duty and his friends' duty to watch us so that they might save my soul. They are just dirty old hypocrites. At least you are honest about your love of watching me having sex and don't spy on other men's wives. I don't mind them watching me, I just wish they were honest about the thrill they get." I put my camera down, walked to the windows, and closed the curtains. Then I turned and took Ellie in my arms. I kissed her deeply. "God I love you," I moaned, "you are so sexy." I led her to the couch. I pushed her down as I explored her tongue with mine and rubbed her nipples. "Get your clothes off," Ellie demanded. She watched as I pulled my shirt off. I was barefoot, so it was a simple matter to remove my pants and briefs. It was more comfortable with my erection freed. Ellie reached for me, licking her lips as she took me in her hands. She kissed the tip of my cock before leaning back on the couch. "Play with my boobs." Ellie begged. I loved her breasts and I loved rubbing them. I loved kissing them. I loved suckling her nipples, alternating with pulling and twisting them until she started squirming below me. I rubbed her ass as I took her in my arms for a long kiss. She continued stroking my cock and playing with my balls. You know a woman loves you and you love her when you trust her to fondle your balls. You are so vulnerable while she turns you on even more. Ellie knew exactly how to take me to the edge of cumming before backing off. I toyed with the pink bow below her breasts before pulling it free. I began loosening the bustier freeing her breast from the sheer cups. God, I loved playing with her breasts. I loved rolling her nipples between my fingers while I played with her pussy and stroked her clitoris. I took pride in the fact that I could bring her to orgasm with breast play alone. "I want you in me." Ellie moaned. "I need you in me." "Not yet." I whispered as I pulled her panties off. "Then strip me and tie me up," she pleaded. "Tie me up, please!" This was new. Could I let it pass? What could I use to tie her up? I had some light rope I carried backpacking. I had some old ties. I would have to improvise. "Okay," I said, "come with me." Ellie laughed at the inadvertent pun, but she took my hand and stood. I led her down the hall to the bedroom, grabbing my camera along the way. I pulled the covers from our bed and told her to lie down in the center of the bed. I grabbed a handful of ties from my closet and tied her hands to the headboard. Then, I snapped the first set of pictures of her lying there helpless. I put the camera down and climbed between her legs. I took my time loosening the bustier until I was sure I could slip it over her hips. Then I moved down and unsnapped her garters before climbing off the bed to remove her high heels. I wanted to leave them on, but they had to go. I moved back up and started kissing her pussy, sticking my tongue between her labia and licking softly. "No," she moaned, "I want you in me." With her hands tied, all she could do was twist and turn against my oral assault. I slid her stockings slowly down her legs eliciting more moans. Finally, pulled the bustier off her body leaving her naked. I rummaged in my closet and found my hiking rope. I tied one end loosely to an ankle, ran it down and under the bed and up again to tie around the second ankle. She struggled, but not too hard. "You know I can pull myself loose," she said. "Go ahead," I challenged her while I reached for my camera. She stopped struggling and turned her head from side to side as I took pictures. I wondered if Herb noticed the flashes lighting up the room. Our curtains were closed, so maybe he wasn't watching. I moved back between her legs, licking her vulva, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. She kept squirming and jerking her hips upwards, begging me to enter her. Finally, one of her hands and a foot slipped free. She pushed my head away from her crotch and freed her other hand and foot. Then, to my surprised, she rolled over and spread herself out again. I took the hint and tied her up again. Moving between her legs, I started playing with her anus. I moved my hands up to rub her back and rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. "Fuck my ass!" Ellie begged. I got up and grabbed her lubricant from her dresser drawer. I started working it into her anus, slowly pushing in a finger. I thought of watching Robert take her ass. I knew Charles fucked her ass as well. But when it came time to forcing the head of my cock past her tight sphincter, I couldn't do it. I was too afraid I would hurt her. "Fuck my ass!" she insisted, and she tried to thrust back against me. But, I couldn't do it, so I thrust into her vagina instead. I fucked her hard as she moved against me, trying to force me deeper. She moaned and began shaking as I started cumming inside her. As my need subsided, I lay on top of her, rocking my hips back and forth as I kissed her neck telling her how much I loved her. Ellie pulled free from the restraints and lifted her body. I rolled off and she rolled over to face me. She kissed me softly. "I love you," she said quietly. "Let's have another baby." "How would that work?" I asked. "How would we know whose baby it is?" Ellie explained that Charles was planning an extended overseas buying trip. "I will keep myself just for you between now and when we know I am pregnant. You know I won't really want sex again after I get pregnant. I did it before; I can do it again. I want to do this for us. I love having sex. You have allowed me to shed the inhibitions my parents saddled me with, but I want our family to be ours." "I love you," I said. I retrieved a towel from the bathroom and we wiped ourselves dry before spooning together under the top sheet. Ellie reached between her legs behind her to find my cock and stroke it somewhat back to life. She knew I would not be ready again until morning, but we both liked the feel of my soft penis against her butt while I cradled a breast in my hand. Together we fell asleep. Ellie wanted to shower when we woke up. We went in together and enjoyed each other's body until the hot water ran out. Ellie wanted to lie in the morning sun. She walked out onto our bedroom patio naked. I wondered about Herb, but then I realized he had seen her naked on many occasions. Charles was not visiting, so it was likely he wasn't interested. Maybe sex between a husband and wife was not exciting enough to get him worked up. I went to make breakfast and let Ellie know that it would soon be ready. She came to the table in her red bikini. "If I am to get pregnant and not fool around for a year, we need to find someway to keep you excited. Let's go lingerie shopping together this afternoon, I can model the possibilities for you before we buy, and then maybe you will want to take pictures again tonight." She had her IUD removed at the end of the next week. I made arrangements with my parents to watch our son, and we left town to spend the weekend at a small inn on the coast a few hours away. We made love Sunday night after she felt better and was in the mood. Later that week she told me she thought she was pregnant. She was. I may not have the sex drive or stamina that her lovers have, but I have healthy sperm that know how to get their job done. We continued having sex until the morning sickness began. Then we fell into the no-sex routine. Ellie just lacked any sex drive while she was pregnant. Herb's wife stopped by one day when I was home alone to check to see if my wife was okay. She was worried and unhappy. She complained that Herb was cranky and difficult to be around. She had noticed that his friends stopped coming over for their sessions of watching Ellie. She had finally figured out that Charles had not been around. Once Ellie's pregnancy started to show, she figured out the problem. She asked if I might be willing to take a lover so Herb would have something to complain about again. She confided that once my wife's affairs had ended, it seemed that Herb had lost interest in sex and could not become aroused. Well, that was his problem and not mine, because I am a one-woman man. Yet, maybe I could do something. I walked over to my desk, looked in the card file, and copied a number. Robert would need a new partner if my suspicions were correct.