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In The Sac

By: RonCabo



It was a quiet little cul-de-sac seemingly far removed from the rest of the neighborhood with six homes arranged in somewhat of a semi-circle, and it was uniquely situated where the lake flowed into a river-like tributary that lead to the open water along the coast. The river moved smoothly around the cul-de-sac, providing each home a place on the water. The opposite shore was forty feet away and rather thickly forested, which lent a rustic feel to the small neighborhood, as well as creating a picturesque view for the residents.

Derek and Kim Vance stood admiring the view from the patio of their newly acquired home, pleased that they had been able to be in the right place at the right time to purchase the much sought after property.

"Hello!" The greeting came from Tammy Buchanan, the next-door neighbor, whom the Vance's had met briefly, along with her husband, Greg, when they first viewed the home. "All moved in?"

"Just about," Kim responded, walking over to the four-foot picket fence that separated their lots.

Directly behind his wife, Derek couldn't help but notice that Tammy was braless beneath the nearly sheer through not transparent t-shirt she was wearing. Her nipples were clearly making an impression on the shirt—and Derek—and he further noticed that she had cut the sleeves out of the T making wide holes in the sides which revealed the sides of her breasts. They were large, though not huge, but definitely above average for her build, which was also was slightly bigger than average. She was not unattractive; in fact, there was something appealing about her build. She had a cute face, even in its un-made-up state. Though she was no real competition for Kim, the somewhat sultry image Tammy offered, with her short shorts and nice legs, would provide Derek with a pleasant mental image when he soaped his cock in the shower.

Greg joined the group, the four engaging in getting-to-know-each-other conversation. He was an advisor for a local investment company. Like his wife, he was average in the looks department, but Derek noticed Kim giving him the once over. Tammy worked for a non-profit organization that helped the elderly. Kim revealed to them that she was a paralegal for a law firm, and Derek indicated that he was recently promoted to assistant vice president in Product Development at Ford Enterprises.

All the while, Derek tried to position himself so he could keep and eye on Tammy's jiggling tits without being caught by his own wife or Greg. While he seemed to be succeeding, at one point, he and Tammy made eye contact. A hint of a smirk formed on her lips as though she knew what he was doing and didn't mind, maybe even approved. More likely, it was some kind of reverse psychology because, now that he knew she knew, he was more self-conscious and avoided looking any further.

Finally, after a loose agreement to get together in a couple of weeks after the Vances were settled in, each couple returned inside their respective homes.

"So, what'd you think?" Kim casually asked. "You like her tits?"

Derek was not certain whether he had actually been caught or was Kim asking just because it had been so obvious. Describing Kim's sexual state was difficult at best. She enjoyed sex, was even good at it, even initiated it, but though she had a great body, she didn't flaunt it and would never go outside dressed as Tammy had been. If she looked at other men, she was so discreet even Derek couldn't tell. He had never known her to be a flirt and she generally frowned at overt sexual activity. To sum her up, she was simply a tangle of sexual confusion.

"Some people just like to flaunt," Derek remarked, trying to sound disinterested because he never knew how his wife would come back on him. He considered himself very open-minded about sex. Of course he looked at other women, but he was far too fearful of being caught to do any more; that and the fact that he really hadn't had any real opportunities. It should also be said that he was very happy with Kim. When she was in the right mood, he couldn't imagine anyone being any better at it. Still, Derek was the kind of guy who saw someone like Tammy and couldn't help but having fantasies.

"I suppose. I hope she's not always like that."

The problem for Derek was, say too much and he was showing interest in their neighbor; say very little and he was hiding what he really thought. "Do you think she would dress like that just to come out and meet us?"

"Some women would."

"Well, it's not like she's really got anything to show."

"So, what do you want for dinner?" Kim asked, moving on quickly as she so often did.

* * *

Short of waves of greeting when one or another was arriving home or leaving, there was no other contact with the neighbors over the next few days. However, each time, Tammy had been appropriately attired.

Once a month, several of the ladies in Kim's office had girls' night out in which they all went to dinner, bitched about the office and drank too much. Not Kim, of course. She never got drunk. Two was usually her limit. But she still enjoyed the camaraderie and was less critical about her co-workers' drinking habits than their sexual innuendo, or so she claimed. Derek had his doubts. He believed there was a sexual side of her that just hadn't surfaced yet.

Derek looked forward to these evenings alone because it gave him the opportunity to visit all of his favorite porn sites without having to be sneaky. He generally slipped into his gym shorts and a t-shirt to be comfortable and give his boner some room, then heated leftovers, made certain Kim was gone and ate by the computer.

Just as Derek typed in the first site, the front door bell sounded. It almost startled him because no one had ever come to the front door. He approached silently so he could peer through the peep hole without being heard in case he wanted to ignore the caller. However, it was Tammy, and she was dressed in the same t-shirt, again braless, and what seemed to be some sort of short skirt. She was barefoot to boot.

Quickly opening the door, Derek greeted her. His eyes were immediately drawn to her pointy nipples.

"Hi, Derek," Tammy began. "I just caught Kim as she was leaving. I needed to borrow a cup of sugar, but she said she was on her way out for the evening and to come ask you."

With a smile, Derek replied, "Of course," and stepped aside to allow her entry. A flag went up . . . well, more than one, but the one that went up the highest was that Kim had been gone for more than ten minutes, and she would have never sent Tammy in with their neighbor so attired. So, the question now became, did they actually talk, and if so, did Tammy go home and . . . slip into something more comfortable? He remembered her barely perceptible smirk from the other day when she had caught him staring at her tits.

Apparently, Tammy knew exactly where the kitchen was because she lead the way with him tailing behind. Or did she want to make sure he saw the sway of her shapely ass? He shook his head, reminding himself it was his porn night and his imagination often went to the extremes. "I hope we have sugar," Derek noted. "We rarely use it. Besides, we're the new neighbors; shouldn't we be borrowing it from you?" he quipped.

"I can give you something sweet," Tammy offered seductively.

Derek nearly hit his head on an open cabinet door on that one. He turned in time to see her pull herself up onto a breakfast bar stool, the wide skirt exposing a considerable expanse of thigh, and something told him she might not be wearing any panties.

He rummaged for the sugar slowly, even though he had a pretty good idea where it would be if indeed they did have any. But he needed the time to think. Should he just get her what she came for and quickly usher her out before his imagination really got the better of him, or let her stay and see what her game really was? There was that fear of being caught, but Kim was usually gone for three or four hours on these monthly excursions. And then, what about Greg? Where was he?

Feeling he couldn't stall any longer, Derek, found the sugar still in an unopened bag. "Here, take the whole bag and just bring back what you don't need."

"Have I caught you in an inopportune moment?" Tammy asked, very coolly.

"An inopportune moment?" Derek repeated, odd-stricken by her choice of words.

"Uh," she gestured with her head toward his computer, a picture of a guy with a big cock stuck halfway up a woman's pussy.

"Oh, sorry," Derek mumbled, completely embarrassed. He made a move toward the computer to clear the screen.

"You don't have to clear it on my account," Tammy was quick to say. "Greg and I enjoy a little porn ourselves."

"Oh," Derek replied with a nervous smile. "Where is your husband?"

"Wining and dining a client."

He nodded. "So, you decided to make something sweet?"

"Well, uh, no, not really," she admitted. "It was actually just an excuse to come over and visit you and Kim. Hope that you would invite me in."

"And here you are."

"And here we are . . . just the two of us."

There were a few moments of awkward silence.

"Wow, that guy is really . . . do you and Kim enjoy porn?"

This could be bad, Derek thought. But there was something in Tammy's relaxed demeanor that had him answering truthfully. "No, I'm afraid she . . . doesn't . . ."

"Well, that's too bad. Greg and I really have some great sex afterward."

Why was she telling him that? "Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm sorry. Greg and I are very open about sex. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"No, no, you're not. We just don't really know anyone who is." This translated means that Kim doesn't encourage friendships with such people. However, Derek was actually warming up to his new neighbor. She was actually kind of sexy. "I just opened a new bottle of wine. Would you care for some?"

Tammy smiled. "That would actually be quite nice."

While Derek retrieved a glass and poured, Tammy slithered off the stool and stepped over to the computer. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

She bent over to type which caused her skirt to rise displaying her rear thighs, but not enough to answer his suspicion about her underwear—or lack thereof. He could see a generous portion of her left breast through the large armhole. Even hanging, it was nicely rounded.

Derek quickly sat on the other stool before she returned so he could situate his growing hard-on before it became too obvious. Watching her return, he couldn't help notice that she had gone to a different website that offered a slide show of porn. "Well, that's an interesting web site."

"Yeah, it saves you having to click on each picture you want to see," Tammy explained. "You can select categories of pictures depending on what your sexual preferences are and run a slide show. Greg and I have contests to see how long we can hold out before one of us makes the first move." She placed her hand on his leg dangerously close to his cock that felt harder than ever before to push herself back onto the stool. She then faced him, resting her feet on the rung of his stool. This, of course, caused the hem of her skirt to rise high on her thighs.

Derek couldn't help but notice her toned thighs. He looked up to her face, and her brief smile suggested to him that she wanted him to look. Now confused about where this was all going, it occurred too him that he had never really been seduced by a woman and he instantly wondered—to the pulsing of his rock hard dick—if that's what was happening here. And if so, why, and furthermore, what to do about it? Or was this just her sexual openness on display?

"So, what do you and Kim do for fun?"

"I don't know," Derek answered with a shrug. "We enjoy dining out. We have some close friends that we occasionally get together with. Not much else beyond that."

"So, you would say you're homebodies?"

"Well, that makes us sound dull."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it," Tammy quickly said, reaching for the wine bottle and refilling both of their glasses. "Actually, you'll probably fit in to our little cul-de-sac rather nicely. We're all pretty close; almost as though we're in our own little world here. Anyway, we do a lot of things together, parties, barbecues, sometimes we all go out together. Our parties are not usually formal in the sense that someone plans to have one and we do. They're usually more impromptu. However, we have been talking about actually planning one to welcome you and Kim into the sac. Do you think she would be up for something like that?"

"I don't see why not. But you guys don't have to do that."

"Well, everyone is anxious to meet you and Kim."

"Are they as open as you?" Derek wanted to know.

"Some of them can be, but I'll let you decide for yourself."

"That could be a problem with Kim."

"No offense," Tammy offered, "but is she a prude?"

Derek shook his head. "She's just very selective about people. If she takes to someone, it probably wouldn't matter how open they are."

"Ah, so we're going to have to work on her a little bit before the party."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

"Don't underestimate me," she warned lightheartedly.

"I wouldn't dare."

"So, openness is not an issue for you?"

"Well, I'd like to think I'm fairly broad-minded," Derek said honestly.

"Okay, well, we'll see.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, wow!" Tammy remarked.

"What?"

"Isn't that the prettiest pussy you've ever seen?"

"What?" Derek turned toward the computer. The screen was filled only with a very delicate looking pink pussy.

"Greg says I have a pretty pussy," Tammy said casually, as though they were talking about anything else. "I think he just says that when he wants to get in it. What do you think?" With that, she raised her skirt up, confirming Derek's earlier suspicion that she was wearing no underpants. She then spread her legs further apart to reveal her hairless, shiny vagina.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice a couple of octaves higher.

"Asking your opinion," she stated, matter-of-factly. "Testing your openness." She couldn't help but stroke her clit a couple of times before spreading her lips to mimic the picture on the computer that had now moved on. "So, do you agree?"

Amid the myriad of emotions that suddenly gripped him—shock, amazement, disbelief; all variations on a theme—much to his surprise, he was able to actually notice that she did, in fact, have a very pretty pussy. The little white ball of her clit was moist and a bit swollen and peeking out of its hood, while the lips, also puffy from arousal, were dainty and delicate like the petals of an exotic flower. It was almost mesmerizing. He battled the urge to press his lips and tongue to it. As it was, he could feel the stream of pre-cum ooze out of the head of his penis. Had he bothered to look, he would have noticed that the pant leg of his gym shorts was already sporting a fair-sized wet spot.

By the hardest—no pun intended—Derek arrested control of his mind. "Why are you doing this? We barely know each other."

"It was just a question," Tammy explained casually. "You said you were broad-minded. I guess there's a limit to your openness."

Okay, so she'd caught him. Perhaps she was right: maybe he did have a limit. He wanted to remain cool about this, but unfortunately, it was too late for that. She'd blown his cool. "It's just that I've never had this happen before."

"Well, I just wanted your opinion on a part of my anatomy. What if I had asked you if I had a nice nose, or eyes, or—"

"This is a little different."

"Why? Just because it's a part of the body you don't normally see?"

"Okay, yes, you have a very pretty pussy."

"Thanks," she said, pulling her dress back up to expose the subject. "Want to touch it?"

Shaking his head in stupefaction, Derek facetiously said, "Well, as long as we're being absurd, I'd actually prefer to lick it."

"You're right," she agreed, her tone suggesting she finally saw the ludicrousness of the situation. "That would be much better."

"I was being facetious."

"Maybe. But I know you really want to."

This was going to be good. "And why do you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know, just an educated guess." With that, Tammy reached out and slid her hand under the leg of his gym shorts, pushing it up until she exposed his rigid, leaking member. Her touch was like a jolt of electricity causing his whole body to jerk. She squeezed the head, forcing more clear liquid out, which she allowed to dribble on her finger, then rubbed it all over her lips and lapped it up with her tongue. "Mmmmm, tasty."

This was wrong and Derek knew it. But there seemed to be almost no stopping Tammy. And sadly, he was quickly reaching the point where he didn't want to.

Her hand returned to the few inches of exposed cock resting against his leg, caressing it, jerking it. He couldn't prevent the small sigh from escaping his lips, nor did he attempt to stop her as she bent down and licked the smear of pre-cum off of his leg before rubbing her lips and tongue along his shaft.

Amidst the euphoria, he happened to catch the time on the digital clock on the stove and was relieved to note that Kim would not be home for at least three more hours.

Turning her face sideways and resting her cheek on his thigh, Tammy slid her head forward allowing his now slick rod to slip into her mouth. She sucked him as best she could what with the majority of his shaft restrained by his pant leg. Still, she was getting the job she wanted done.

In this bent position, her tits were being pushed out of the side of her wide open, cut-out sleeves. Derek's hands were magnetically drawn to them. They were not as firm as Kim's, but rather puffier; not better or worse, just different. But what made them so much more erotic was that they were someone else's.

"Mmmhmm," she cooed. "That's it." Lifting her head from his lap, Tammy pulled the front of her sleeves to the center, completely exposing her breasts to him. She then pulled his head down to her right nipple.

Getting the message, Derek tentatively tasted it. But when she pressed his faced against her tit more firmly, he automatically started sucking on it. Her nipples were bigger than Kim's so it was a different sensation in his mouth, enough to generate another drip of pre-cum from his cock.

"Yeah, Derek, you do that well." After a couple of minutes, she slowly lowered her head and whispered close to his ear with saliva covered lips, "Still want to lick me?"

Derek was powerless to do any more than nod.

Sliding to the edge of her stool, Tammy raised her left leg and rested it on the bar, while Derek eased off of his and knelt before her dribbling sex. He held up her right thigh in his hand. There was enough moisture escaping for him to taste her sweet, sweet nectar. His tongue parted her lips for a more generous helping of her love potion, and from there, he could not ingest enough of her.

Derek had become fairly talented with his tongue as Kim enjoyed the pleasure it brought her. He generally preferred to lick his wife to an orgasm before they fucked so that if he came before she did and he couldn't maintain an erection long enough for her to climax, at least she would have cum first.

He swirled his tongue around her clit and its hood, then sawed his tongue back and forth against her button. Her "Oh, yeah," signaled she really liked that touch. He slid a finger up her hole, instantly drenching it, then inserted a second just leaving it there enjoying the soft, velvety wetness. Very gently, his fingers massaged her inside vaginal walls while his mouth continued its expert work on her clit. Obviously, she had been primed and ready before her visit so it didn't take a lot of work for her to climax. She wasn't a screamer, just a steady stream of "yes's" and "Mmmhmm's," and only a slight volume increase when the magic moment hit. He kept up the tongue work even after her orgasm subsided until she held his head still, tightening her fleshy thighs around his head.


In The Sac



Finally, Tammy spread her legs a bit, enough to rub his lips all over her sopping pussy, and then pulled him up to kiss and lick her cunt juice off his face. Derek nearly shot a full load on that, but was able to hold back.

"Well, you might not be as open as you think you are, but you definitely know how to use your tongue. The girls in the sac are going to love you!"

He was enjoying the commendation until that last part. "Whoa, what do you mean? No one can know about this. If Kim found out she'd cut my balls off! And what about Greg? I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate this either."

With a giggle, Tammy slid off of her stool, but in such a way that her body slithered against the front of Derek. "I wouldn't worry about Greg. If I know him, he'll be giving his client more than just investment advice tonight."

"You mean—"

Tammy pushed Derek's gym shorts down as far as her arms would allow, then used her knee to slide them further until gravity took over and pulled them to the floor. She grabbed the base of his rock hard cock and his balls in the palm of her hand. "Yeah. Although, she won't be as lucky as I am. That's quite a pistol you've got there, Derek. Of course, what Greg lacks in size he makes up for in skill." She sunk to her knees and inhaled his cock in one swallow.

It caught Derek somewhat by surprise, but that was quickly offset by the realization that as great as Kim was at oral sex, she never deep-throated him, so having his larger than average dick buried to the root in Tammy's mouth and down her throat was unlike any blow job he had ever had. His knees almost buckled.

Grabbing onto the sides of the stool for balance, he rested his ass against the seat of the stool. His grip tightened when she pulled her head back coating his rod in a thick layer of saliva, then sucked him all the way back in until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. But what nearly caused him to blow his load was when her tongue squeezed out and caressed his balls.

However, feeling his scrotum tighten up, sensing he was close, she pulled back again and completely away. Her eyes widened at the sight of his slick, spit-covered cock. "Mmmm, don't want to waste that." Tammy hoisted herself back up on the stool and leaned back against the bar. Spreading her legs wide, she pointed to her pussy. "There's the bulls eye. Let's see how good your aim is."

With a chuckle, and having lost sight of the fact that he had gone way beyond where he should, almost as though it was now some sort of game, he stepped closer to her, and without even touching his cock, drove it home on the first stab.

"Yes!" Tammy cooed as he slid all the way in to the hilt.

Derek fucked her with slow, even strokes, his balls slapping against her ass. He held her legs just above the fold of her knees and plowed away to the look of delight on her face. To his surprise, she reached over to pick up her wine glass and sipped it with a hypnotic expression. After she put the goblet back, he pulled his stool over next to hers so she could lay down across both of them. With her legs now propped up against his chest and shoulders, he picked the tempo giving her a firm pounding.

"Give it to me, give it to me," Tammy urged. "I'm going to cum."

Picking up his speed even more to a frenzy, Derek mumbled, "So am I."

"Good. Blast me."

"But—"

"I'm protected."

This was good because while all of that conversation was going on, Derek lost it anyway. And that triggered Tammy, who followed a beat later.

After she caught her breath, Tammy uttered, "Kim sure is a lucky woman."

And then it hit Derek. "Oh, my god. Kim. Oh, what have I done? Oh, this isn't good."

"What do you mean?"

"I've just cheated on my wife," Derek noted worriedly. "I've never done that."

"We just had a little sex," Tammy pointed out with a shrug. "It's not like you're going to leave her for me."

He shook his head at the absurdity of her statement. Taking her by the shoulders, Derek warned, "You can never tell her about this; never tell anyone."

Seeing his obvious concern and realizing the safest course of action would be to agree, Tammy assured, "Don't worry, it'll remain our little secret."

While her agreement pacified him, he realized that he didn't know her well enough to believe he could rely on her discretion.

* * *

The torment for Derek after Tammy departed a short while later was that the sex with her was incredible, but he truly felt awful for being so weak and doing it. And if that wasn't bad enough, the absolute terror he felt over the possibility of Kim discovering his dirty secret was almost more than he could tolerate. A shower washed off the smell of sex, but did not cleanse the misery.

Derek went to bed long before Kim returned home, but sleep never came because, as genuinely remorseful as he felt, he still could not stop reliving the awesome experience. What did that mean?

A light sleeper, Derek frequently awoke when Kim came in. However, tonight, he feigned slumber to avoid having to talk to her and possibly utter something stupid that would reveal his guilt.

To make matters worse, and possibly because he didn't "awaken" when she entered the bedroom, after getting ready for bed, Kim slid next to him. She didn't actually initiate anything, but the firmness of her breasts against his back told him he could have her if he wanted. Although she claimed she didn't care for the sexually explicit discussions amongst her co-workers at these girls' nights out, he had his doubts because when she came home from these excursions, she was, more often then not, horny. However, Derek maintained his facade of sleep. Additionally, the smell of alcohol on her breath suggested she had strayed beyond her normal limit of two drinks, and the further tell-tale result was her steady breathing indicating she had fallen asleep.

Derek breathed his relief.

In the morning, he tried to act as normal as possible going through their routine as usual. Kim didn't say or do anything out of the ordinary, either, leading him to again wonder whether Tammy's supposed contact with his wife before her departure last night had actually occurred. Though still feeling somewhat guilty when he left for work at his regular time, Kim's typical a.m. behavior made him believe he had gotten away with last night.

Over the next few days, things more or less returned to normal and Derek's guilt gradually subsided, even though every time he saw Tammy when neither Kim nor Greg was around she winked at him. It all went away when he was required to take a sudden overnight business trip early the following week.

* * *

Normally, Kim and Derek departed home for work within a half-hour of each other. The first to leave initiated a double kiss goodbye. However, when he was leaving on a business trip, she generally waited, walked him to his car and gave him a more passionate kiss and a big hug to carry him through their time apart. As he backed out of their driveway and drove off, she waved adieu.

As she turned to walk back inside, Greg was coming out of his house to leave for work.

"Morning, Kim."

"Hello, Greg. Off to work?"

"Yeah, back to the grind. You?"

"Yes."

With a nod, Greg asked, "Was that Derek just leaving?"

"Yes, off on a business trip."

"Oh? For long?"

"Just over night."

He shrugged. "Ah, that's not too bad. But if you get lonely tonight, give us a call."

Kim merely nodded and waved, then returned inside.

* * *

That evening, when she arrived home, Kim realized that this was Derek's first trip since they moved into this house. It was a bit creepy because she hadn't yet learned all of the new home's nuances, the normal sounds it made and such. She had barely put down her purse when the phone rang.

"What are you doing?" It was Tammy.

"I just walked in," Kim said in response to the odd greeting.

"Greg said you were a bachelorette tonight."

"Yes, Derek's on an overnight business trip."

"Then, why don't you come over for drinks, and later on, we'll throw some dinner together." Tammy didn't ask it as a question.

"Oh, you don't have to entertain me just because my husband's away."

"I know, but we want to. We haven't had chance to get to know each other. Come on," Tammy persisted.

"Oh, I don't know." Kim truly was undecided. The company would be nice, but so would the solitude.

"I insist. Just come as you are."

"I'm still in business clothes."

"So are we."

Just then, the refrigerator made a popping sound as the ice maker dropped ice. It broke the deathly quiet of the house and actually startled Kim. Maybe a few drinks would help relax her to deal with being alone in the new house. "Well, okay. I'll be over in a little while."

"Great!" Tammy said, genuinely excited.

* * *

After hanging up, Tammy told Greg, "She'll be here in a bit."

"Sounds intriguing. I'll break out the Martini pitcher," he said with a mischievous look in his eyes. "I'm excited just thinking about it." Still in his business suit, he wrapped his arm around his wife, pulling her to him. Their lips met in a very wet, passionate and lengthy kiss. His hands pawed her luscious breasts through the thin material of her blouse. Not to be outdone, her right hand grabbed the bulge in his crotch while her left rolled his balls.

Minutes later, they broke it off and she plopped down on the sofa behind her. Her hand came to rest in the space between the two seat pillows of the couch. "Mmmm, my pussy's already wet." With her other hand, she rubbed his protruding cock through his pants.

"You should have thought about that before inviting company over."

With a wicked smile, Tammy pulled a massager from the crack in the pillows where her hand had been. She switched it on to see if it was plugged in, having forgotten how long it had been lodged in there. The gentle hum of the tool caused her grin and her eyes to widen. Disregarding the impending arrival of their guest, she set the massager down, undid her belt, staring seductively all the while at Greg, then slid her pants down to her ankles. Retrieving the vibrating instrument and again turning it on, she placed it against her clit, rotating it up and down and side to side. Moans naturally escaped her lips.

His wife's brazenness was nothing new to him, but it never ceased to have an effect on him nonetheless. He found himself rubbing his cock now, planting one knee on the sofa beside Tammy. He leaned toward the seatback gently caressing her exposed knee and thigh. She reached up and again pressed her hand against his bulge. Able to stand it no longer, he unzipped his pants, fished out his rock hard dick and began stroking it.

"What about our company?"

"Fuck her," Tammy moaned.

"I bet you'd like to."

"Right now, I just want your big dick in my pussy."

Greg leaned in, bringing his rod within inches of her lips. Tammy stuck her tongue out to lick it, but he drew it back, teasing her. He did this a couple more times before jerking it again almost against her mouth.

Tammy kept up the massager against her pussy, cooing, while Greg eased back and rubbed his cock against her leg just above the knee. She managed to ease her left breast out slightly, toying with her nipple, but his fingers quickly replaced hers pulling and twisting it. He leaned over so their lips and tongues could touch.

Spreading her legs wider, the fingers of his other hand played with the lower part of her pussy not being massaged.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Awwwww," Tammy cried.

"Time to stop," Greg said.

"Noooo."

He reached out to take the massager from her, but she resisted, and with both their hands wrapped around the instrument, the effect was that of pressing it harder against her clit. "Oh, yessss. I'm almost there."

But he finally wrestled it from her before she could come. She gave him a dirty look, but he didn't care. He wanted her horny while Kim was here. That could make it very interesting. She then pulled her pants up and straightened herself out, while he stashed the massager behind the pillows again.

Tammy headed for the front door as Greg stuffed his pre-cum oozing cock back in his pants. He then headed to the wet bar to mix a batch of Martinis.

"Hey," Tammy greeted with a big smile. "Come on in." She gave Kim a hug then escorted her into the living room where they both took a seat on the sofa.

"Thanks for inviting me over," Kim offered.

"Are you kidding? We're glad to have you."

"Hi, Kim," Greg said from behind the bar.

"Oh, hi, Greg." Kim's eyes widened when she saw the pitcher of Martinis. She didn't really drink Martinis, but she couldn't very well refuse now that she had accepted their invitation for drinks.

"So, it's been a few weeks, now," Tammy noted. "You guys all settled in?"

"I guess as much as we're going to get. All of the boxes are empty. And all the stuff is put away. Just a matter of remembering where we put it all." Kim was suddenly nervous about being here as Greg came over with the pitcher and three glasses. She really didn't know Tammy and Greg very well, and while ostensibly that was the purpose of this visit, perhaps on second thought, it would have been better to get together with the neighbors when Derek was home.

Greg poured and handed her the first glass, then did the same for Tammy and himself. He lifted his and said, "To lasting friendships."

"Here, here," the women said in unison.

Greg was still standing, but Tammy had taken a seat next to Kim on the sofa, a bit closer than the latter thought necessary.

"So, what do you and Derek do for fun?" Tammy asked.

Kim shrugged. "I don't know. We enjoy dining out, going to movies, that sort of thing."

"You have a lot of friends?"

"There are some other couples we go out with from time to time."

"Same thing? Dinner and movies?"

"Not always. We try to think of different things to do." Kim was a little disarmed when she noticed Tammy glance up to her husband and let her eyebrows bounce up and down as though she wanted to hear Kim say that.

"Well, that's good," Tammy said, sipping her Martini. "What kinds of different things?"

With another shrug, Kim answered, "I don't know." She suddenly felt as though she had said too much. "Can't think of anything off the top of my head." Nervously, Kim took a gulp of her drink. It burned all the way down, but she was glad for the security it provided.

"I'm glad you like doing things with other people," Tammy noted. "The other couples in this cul-de-sac, the 'sac' as we call it, are all very close. We do a lot of things together."

"Oh, really?" Kim was slightly relieved. "Like what?"

"Mostly impromptu get-togethers. Someone will call all the others and say to come over and we'll have a party. Or quite often on Sundays, we'll go to someone's house to watch a game and grill steaks or something."

"Sounds like fun," Kim agreed. A string of her hair fell in her face when she tilted her head to take another healthy sip. Tammy reached up to pull it back, and while that gesture was unexpected, what made it unnerving was the manner in which she did it: not just moving it out of the way and tucking it behind Kim's ear, but rather dragging the back of her hand across Kim's face tenderly. Now, Kim drained her glass.

Tammy did likewise causing Greg to sit very close beside his wife. He then reached for the pitcher on the coffee table and refilled Kim's and Tammy's glasses. He remained seated after replacing the pitcher.

"We thought we would actually plan a dinner in yours and Derek's honor so that the two of you can meet the neighbors and vice-versa. What do you think about that?"

"Oh, you don't have to go to all of that trouble," Kim said, uncomfortably, glimpsing out of the corner of her eye Greg rubbing his wife's outer thigh casually. She took another swallow of the Martini for fortification. Greg had filled her glass too far up and she spilled a drop on her arm.

Tammy instantly wiped it with her finger, and as with her hair before, she did it very gently. Under the guise of changing positions, Kim attempted to squirm a few inches over, away from Tammy, but the combination of materials of her skirt and the couch were like Velcro, keeping her in place. But the movement caused another drop of the fiery liquid to escape the rim of her glass and this time land on her blouse on the upper part of her breast. However, it was more than a drop, and Kim could feel the moisture penetrate through to her skin.

Without hesitation, Tammy ran a couple of fingers over the wet spot, but not in a manner to wipe it up; more caressingly. The alcohol was apparently kicking in because Kim was slow to respond to this. She did realize that Greg was talking, continuing the discussion about meeting the neighbors, but she wasn't really hearing everything he was saying because Tammy was now gently tugging the collar of her blouse to expose the top of her breast where it was wet. Kim made a half-hearted effort to re-close her shirt, but her neighbor just casually moved her hand back down to her lap.

Her head beginning to spin, Kim wasn't certain why she took another mouthful of Vodka, except perhaps to wonder why Tammy's hand had found it's way inside her blouse and was smearing the remnants of the spilt drink into her skin. Kim sat back on the sofa, as though to move away.

"Is everything okay?" Tammy asked innocently. She had removed her fingers from inside Kim's blouse and was now just rubbing the backs of her digits against the tip of the other's nipple.

Glancing down at her neighbor's blatant actions, Kim frowned. "I'm not sure what's going on here, except that this drink is starting to hit me." But she made no attempt to remove Tammy's hand. And that confused her also.

"Oh, I'm just a touchy, feely kind of person and you have such nice breasts, I just had to." Now, her entire palm cupped Kim's left breast. "But it's okay. You're a very sexy woman. Did you know that?" Tammy caressed Kim's other tit. "I'm somewhat jealous of you. They're so perfectly round. Mine are just big and sloppy. Let's see . . ." She then began to unbutton Kim's blouse.

"What are you doing?"

From somewhere, Greg's hand gently pushed on the bottom of Kim's glass, directing it to her mouth. Without thinking, she took a sip.

"It's okay," Tammy said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Tammy's face was very close to Kim's, and the two were gazing into each other's eyes. Tammy did have mesmerizing pupils. Her first kiss was soft and . . . brief. Kim almost didn't know what had happened. But when Tammy's lips came in for another touch, they kissed longer. This was like no kiss Kim had ever experienced. A part of her wanted it to continue; that is, until her pickled mind realized she was smooching with another woman. Kim abruptly pulled away.

They stared at each other and Kim felt the fire burning. She didn't understand it, but she felt it. And so, she didn't resist when Tammy swooped in for a third time, her hands encircling Kim's neck making resistance futile. But somehow, Kim was powerless to resist.

Again from somewhere, Greg's hand reappeared to remove Kim's now empty glass from her hand. When had she finished her drink?

Her hands now free, Kim reached up to grasp Tammy in the same manner, as the kiss escalated to passionate. Kim could feel the wetness in her pussy.

Then, suddenly, Tammy pulled away, drawing a frown from Kim. But the former was not without purpose as she reached out to complete the task of unbuttoning the latter's blouse. Helpless, Kim just watched. After only four buttons, Tammy stopped and pulled aside the flaps of the shirt to expose a black, lacy bra that barely covered the nipples of two well-rounded orbs. Tammy's eyes widened at the view. Her lips were drawn like metal to a magnet. She kissed the exposed portions of breast, licking the remnants of Vodka from the left one.




In The Sac



Heat rising, Tammy returned her mouth hungrily to Kim's. Their resultant squirming around on the sofa caused Kim's skirt to rise high, and with her legs slightly spread, Tammy's hand instinctively eased its way up a creamy thigh. Kim threw her head back on the sofa in anticipation of contact. A growing wet spot greeted Tammy's fingers, and their ministration on her pussy had Kim's head spinning in ecstasy.

Tammy's lips once more found Kim's, and the combination of passionate kissing and vaginal stimulation had Kim emitting throaty moans of pleasure.

With no consideration of what she was doing, driven only by mindless mania, Kim pulled herself up to a kneeling position on the sofa where she now attacked Tammy's lips, pushing her back against Greg, whom she had forgotten about, but who was obviously enjoying the show. Beyond the point of caring about the fact that she was becoming engaged in a threesome, something she had never considered doing, Kim reached for the buttons on Tammy's low-cut shirt.

Ever the aggressor, a smiling Tammy pushed Kim back to a slouching position on the other side of the sofa, where the latter landed with her legs spread. She naturally rubbed her own hand on her pussy. Meanwhile, Tammy, on her knees, was undoing her own shirt, still somewhat leaning against Greg, whose hands were caressing his wife's thighs.

Tammy wickedly licked her lips at the sight of Kim seductively stroking her own snatch. Once she had her own shirt removed and was sporting a similar lacy bra that seemed to barely contain her larger boobs, Tammy leaned in pressing her breasts against Kim's mouth, who automatically started kissing them. When Tammy pulled them away to replace them on Kim's mouth with her own, the latter latched on to the former's bosom. She had never touched, nor certainly fondled another woman's tits, as she was now, but her inebriated brain could see no ill in it, only excitement.

Seeing that this seduction of her neighbor was easier than she had imagined, Tammy fished Kim's right breast out of its cup to suck on her nipple. Kim could hardly stand the joy. Her nipples had always been an area of stimulation during sex, and somehow, that it was another woman doing the stimulating had an erotic effect she would not have thought possible.

Tammy undid the rest of Kim's blouse nearly all the way, then went to work on undoing her skirt, but did not remove it. Instead, she gathered it around Kim's waist. Pushing her neighbor backward to a supine position by her neck, Tammy again devoured her lips. Easing back, she spread Kim's legs, getting herself between them in order to rub her pussy through the lacy panties that matched her bra. Tammy slid her hand in over the waistband immersing her finger in the other's creamy, wet snatch. When her fingers were properly dowsed, she lifted them to Kim's mouth, forcing her neighbor to taste herself. In an ever-growing euphoric state, Kim lapped her own juices eagerly.

"Have you ever tasted your pussy before?" Tammy whispered tauntingly.

Kim merely shook her head.

Tammy responded by pressing her mouth to Kim's to taste the other woman's juices herself.

On the fringe of awareness, Kim felt another hand on her foot and ankle. She thought it must be Greg, as she further sensed a tongue dragging up her lower leg. But she couldn't dwell on it because Tammy was saying, "Time for you to taste my pussy."

And with that, Tammy eased off of Kim and into a sitting position where she lifted her legs to remove her pants and panties all in one motion. Greg slid away as Kim rolled off of the sofa. Now nude from the bra down, Tammy squirmed to the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. She reached out, gently grabbing Kim's neck and pulled it in to her pussy.

Still powerless to resist or really know what she doing, Kim merely did to her neighbor what she liked done to her with a tongue. She laid down a layer of saliva as she noticed Greg lean over to kiss his wife, undoubtedly tasting Kim's vaginal flavors as well. Kim licked, tongued, kissed and teased Tammy's pussy, feeling at the moment that it was more enjoyable than she thought it would be. Meanwhile, Greg was busily sucking his spouse's nipples. Both husband and wife placed hands on Kim's head.

Tammy was in heaven being attended to by both her husband and another woman. But for the moment, she wanted to taste herself on Kim's lips, so she pulled the other's face up. It was a deliciously wet kiss. Greg couldn't keep his hands off of Kim either, and she didn't mind.

As though Kim was a plaything, Tammy pushed her to stand and instructed her to remove her blouse and skirt, in which Tammy assisted. With Kim on both feet, Tammy's hand found her dripping pussy and rubbed the sweetness around. She then tugged at Kim's panties, forcing them down and off.

It had become more than Greg could stand, so he knelt beside his neighbor placing kisses all over her hips and abdomen, while his wife was still focused on Kim's pussy. Kim held on to both of their heads, fearing lightheadedness from all of this excitement. There had been times when Kim had fantasized about wild and uninhibited sex, but on those rare occasions, she feared that to initiate something like it with Derek would cause him to think that maybe she was really a slut, so they always did their usual loving sex. There was nothing wrong with it, it was always good, but it also was nothing hot and steamy like this. That was the only rationale she could come up with as to why she was allowing this to continue. But she didn't think she could stop it even if she wanted to.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a faint buzzing sound, and Greg was directing her back to the sofa and down on to it. Tammy had a massager in her hand, and as her husband spread Kim's legs, the instrument was taking aim on Kim's pussy. Tammy teased her by rubbing it all around her thighs and ass while Greg was sucking on her nipples. Finally, Tammy touched the massager to Kim's pussy and the latter came almost instantly, crying out in ecstasy. Holding her legs apart, Greg and Tammy kissed.

But Tammy did not remove the magical instrument, instead lowering it as her husband's tongue made contact with Kim's clit. Kim could hardly stand the pleasure, and finally, Tammy removed the massager, allowing Greg full access to their neighbor's inner section. His tongue felt fantastic, but it was not to last, because Tammy quickly replaced it with the massager again. And just that quick, Kim came again.

Throwing her head back to enjoy the orgasm, Kim looked up to see Greg kneeling above her. He had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. Perhaps she should have been bothered by this, but she had not come down completely from her climax, and what with all they had already done, what would have been the point. Besides, it was a big, good-looking dick.

Though she didn't anticipate it, Kim was not surprised when he lowered the tip of it to her mouth. He smeared pre-cum over her lips as though applying lipstick. She licked her lips, starting at salty taste, but just as quickly stuck her tongue out to lick his tip. Greg pulled it away teasingly, then lowered it and yanked it back again. Finally, when he could see her yearning, he placed the head against her mouth and pushed it in. Kim gave Derek oral sex from time to time. It was not an act they did on a regular basis. She felt she was pretty good at it, but she never deep-throated, didn't like the gagging that could go along with it. However, as Greg forced his tasty cock deeper, swallowing it seemed almost natural. It helped that he was not as big as Derek.

Seeing her husband's glistening rod disappearing down their neighbor's throat, Tammy abandoned her oral work on Kim's pussy, reached out and grabbed Greg's dick at the root and fed it to the other woman. Seeing it all coated with saliva, Tammy leaned in to have a taste of her own. She placed her face beside Kim's so they could suck the cock together as well as lick and kiss each other.

While they were doing this, an excited Greg undid his belt and pants, pulling them down below his scrotum. With spit dribbling down her chin, Kim really got into the blow job, much to Greg's delight. Tammy decided to return to Kim's pussy, but with her hand this time, rubbing clit and finger-fucking rapidly. It became more than Kim could take and she could no longer concentrate on the cock in her mouth, so Greg removed it. And Kim came again.

With that task completed, Tammy moved back up taking her husband's dick into her mouth. She guided it back toward Kim's face, placing the shaft sideways in her neighbor's mouth while she sucked the head. As delightful as this was, Greg allowed it to go only so far because with Kim slouched down on the sofa, her legs spread wide and her gaping pussy spread open and oozing from the attention his wife had given it, he saw where he now wanted his rod to be.

Slowly, he pulled away from the two hungry mouths, who then did some tongue dueling, Greg dropped to his knees between Kim's legs, and with no fanfare, drove his swollen cock in all the way to the root. Since it was so heavily covered with saliva, it slid in like it was on rails. He hadn't been certain how his neighbor would react, but when she twisted to lie on the sofa, he knew he was home free. He kept his strokes slow and steady.

Meanwhile, Tammy retrieved the massager and gently touched it to Kim's clit while her husband gently fucked her. The combination was driving their neighbor wild with excitement as reflected by the continuous stream of moans, cries and utterings of, "Oh, god, oh yes," on and on.

Tammy had positioned herself with her pussy wrapped around Kim's head, and the latter reached around and latched on to the former's ass cheeks.

"Oh, I'm gonna come again!" Kim screamed, causing Tammy to lean forward to better control the massager. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Looking up for a second, Kim was staring at Tammy's asshole and pussy, and amid her loud screaming, she lifted her head and buried it in her neighbor's crack until her spectacular orgasm subsided.

Greg was still pumping away, but his wife stopped him, wanting what he had more, and that was, his cock coated with Kim's cum juices. She grabbed his pole at the base, leaned over and slurped it into her mouth savoring the delicious liquids. Once it was all clean, she inserted it back into her neighbor's pussy, pulling and pushing her husband several times to re-coat his dick, then pulled it out and feasted on the zesty fluid once more. She noted that Greg's cock was really swollen and his balls were full. She now wanted that inside her.

Tammy pulled a delirious Kim to a sitting position, then knelt beside her, bending over her lap and wiggling her ass at her husband. He instantly got the message and drove his spike home.

Drunk from both alcohol and lust, Kim only allowed him a few thrusts before she pulled his cock out and sucked off Tammy's juices, then re-coated it with her saliva and shoved it back into her neighbor's gaping cunt. Kim found herself rubbing Tammy's clit as her husband's dick pumped away. Kim further turned the tide on Tammy by using the massager as well. As horny as Tammy was the combination of two poles working on her pussy was more than she could take and she came in a torrent, thrashing about and screaming her satisfaction. As she slowly descended from the heights, her vaginal lips were now very sensitive so she pulled away from Greg's still raging hard on.

Greg twisted into a sitting position, his slick steel shaft pointing up like a spike. Something about the sight of it caused Kim to swing her leg over his lap, grab the gooey rod and insert it in her own snatch. As many times as she had already come tonight, way more than usual, she couldn't believe her pussy still wanted more. In seconds, she was bouncing up and down on him facing away.

The vision of her neighbor springing on Greg's dick and her flapping tits was enough to rejuvenate Tammy. She jumped up and grabbed onto Kim's jiggling breasts, massaging them and pulling and twisting her nipples. With one hand Tammy reached down and started fingering her own pussy.

But Kim abruptly stopped all of the action to the married couple's dismay. But it was only to lay Greg out on the carpeted floor where she mounted him again, this time facing his head. She then pulled Tammy around to sit on her husband's face. In this position, the two women kissed and played with each other's tits until, much to her own disbelief, Kim came again, not as powerful as before, but enjoyable nonetheless. Tammy also had another pleasant orgasm from Greg's tongue.

Sudden moaning, heavier breathing and intensified thrusting signaled that Greg was about to come.

"Pull out," Kim ordered. But when he made an attempt to obey, she did her best to squirm off, barely escaping his spew of semen.

Some of it landed on her leg, some of his ejaculations were strong enough to reach his wife, but most of it puddled on his abdomen, which his wife scrambled to slurp up. She turned toward Kim, her lips and chin smeared with the pearly liquid. It seemed to Kim her intent was to kiss her and have Kim lick it off her face.

However, Greg's failure to remove himself as Kim requested was an awakening, and she suddenly came to her senses appalled at what she had been doing for the last—she glanced at a clock—couple of hours!

"Oh, my god, have I lost my mind!" Kim yelled. She quickly grabbed her clothes, sliding her skirt on without her panties, hurriedly slipping into her blouse, fastening just enough buttons to cover up to run home. When she headed for the front door, both Tammy and Greg were right behind her.

"Please don't rush away," Tammy pleaded. "Stay and calm down. Let's talk."

"Are you crazy?" Kim shot back. "I can't believe I let this happen. Derek is going to kill me!"

"You let this happen because you wanted it to happen," Tammy stated assuredly. "And Derek doesn't have to know."

Kim flashed them a look that told how ridiculous she thought that sounded. Tears began to roll down her eyes.

"Please don't go away mad," Tammy again urged.

But Kim was now so upset, she stormed out.

* * *

Once home, Kim ran directly to the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it. As the warm water beat down on her body washing all the cum and sweat away, so too did the tears continue to run down her cheeks. She knew better than to think that a shower would clean away what she had done, and it was really more to remove any traces of what she had done so as not to infect her and Derek's bed with traces and odors of their neighbors' body fluids.

During this longer than usual stay in the stall, two thoughts plagued Kim's confused mind. Though she was not a martini drinker, she did occasionally enjoy other hard liquors, but she had never gotten drunk on just two drinks. In fact, two were usually her limit. This led her to wonder if there had been more than just alcohol in her cocktails. Granted, she hadn't eaten since lunch, and it had been a light meal at that, so her stomach had been fairly empty when she'd downed the Vodka mixes. But still, it seemed curious that two drinks could have caused her to shed all inhibitions and do the things she had done, many of which she had never even performed with her husband.

But what was even more troubling, was that as repulsive as she felt about the decadent sex she had just engaged in, there was a part of her that found it quite exciting and exhilarating. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that. What was worse, she shuddered to think what it would do to her marriage if Derek found out. She had always felt that they had a completely honest union. For her part, she had never lied to him about anything, and he had never done or said anything that made her think that he had been dishonest with her. But this . . . this was the stuff divorces were made of.

Such thoughts generated a fresh flow of tears as she finally dried herself off, stepped into her pajamas and crawled shamefully under the covers. Perhaps she could sleep it off, or at least, maybe things would seem a little clearer in the morning.

Kim almost had herself convinced of this until the phone rang. With all that she had been through, she had failed to consider that Derek would call before he went to bed, something he always did when he traveled. She didn't know whether or not to answer it. Could she get away with pretending she had been asleep already when he called again in the morning, or would that just be piling one lie atop another?

Reluctantly, fearfully, Kim answered. She tried to control her voice, but the thought of having to talk to her husband brought a fresh round of tears, which she did her best to stifle.

"Hey, baby!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Hi." Perhaps the fewer syllables . . .

"How was your day?"

"Tiring." Wasn't any one syllable answer for that.

"You okay?" Derek asked, a little concern in his voice.

Forcing a yawn without thinking, Kim answered, "Just tired. Guess I dozed off." Well, she'd been about to.

"Oh, okay. Want me to let you go so you can go back to sleep?" She could hear his disappointment.

"No, we can talk." Another yawn. "Anything new?"

"No. It's been a boring trip. Why was your day so busy?"

"Seems like everybody just needed something."

"What did you do tonight?"

Crap, Kim thought. How to answer that one? "Just spent the whole time on the sofa." Which wasn't technically a lie.

"Well, okay. I'm going to let you go. I'm actually kind of tired myself. See you tomorrow night. I love you."

"Okay. Love you, too." Kim hung up, and then just cried herself to sleep.

* * *

Surprisingly, Kim slept fairly well during the night. But during the day, her mind was everywhere except on her job. She toyed with the idea of feigning sickness and going home; however, she didn't want to risk Derek calling her at work and then having to lie again about why she left the office. Of course, she relived her wicked threesome with Tammy and Greg, and even though a part of her still found it strangely erotic, she couldn't quite bring herself to the point of accepting it. It had been wrong, she had known from the beginning that it was wrong, and she would just have to live with the guilt.

Having resolved that thought in her mind, she next considered what to do about Derek. Specifically, should she tell him? Her mind conjured up dozens of reason why not to. After all, it was not something she had planned on. It had been a moment of weakness. And while that spoke volumes about her character—or lack thereof—there had been no attempt to commit adultery on Derek. Kim further reasoned that, even in a crime, defendants were judged more on their intent rather than the actual lawbreaking they had done.

Still, he had a right to know that she had been unfaithful. Kim felt a tightening in her gut at the thought of telling her husband. If only there was an easy way to do it, but of course, she knew there was not. A wild thought occurred to her like a light bulb going on: maybe there was a way to lessen the blow.

What if she were to invite Tammy and Greg over one evening when Derek was home. She had noticed the way her female neighbor had eyed up her husband. Maybe after a few drinks, Kim could engage in conversation with Greg, which would, in turn, require Tammy to chat with Derek. Perhaps if Kim could give Tammy the impression that she was coming on to Greg, then Tammy might do the same with Derek. Possibly they could get involved in a swinger type situation, or even, a foursome (Greg's dick, mmmm). Afterward, when it was just Kim and Derek home alone, she could tell her husband about her previous evening with the neighbors, and because of their neighbor swap, Derek would have no room to be critical.




In The Sac



Kim considered that for a minute. She couldn't decide whether the idea itself was so lame or the fact that she had thought of it. Anyway, by the time Derek arrived home, she was no closer to deciding what to do than she ever had been, so she did nothing. She did, however, prepare one of his favorite meals "just because," she told him, "she was so glad he was home again."

She made love to him that night, but she was clever enough to make him think that he had initiated it. It was devious, to be sure, but it was all to keep her marriage intact, so she felt the end justified the means.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

* * *

Over the next few days, Kim did her best to avoid the neighbors, making certain not to go into the back yard when they were there, and even going so far as to get into her car before opening the garage door and speeding off after pulling out of the driveway. Then a few nights later, out of the clear blue, Derek said, "Did I tell you that our neighbors in the sac want to have a welcoming party for us?"

It was during dinner and Kim nearly dropped her wine glass. She did her best to keep her shock under control and maintain a casual voice. "H-How do you know that?"

Derek didn't know what made him think of that, nor what prompted him to mention it, but he now stupidly realized that he couldn't tell his wife where he had gotten it from. Maybe he could just get away with telling Kim how he knew. "Oh, Tammy told me a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh. I wish they wouldn't do that."

"Why? Don't you want to meet the neighbors?"

"Yes, but I would be content to just meet them whenever we do . . . without fanfare."

"I agree. But if they do it we can't very well refuse," Derek pointed out.

"Is Tammy organizing it? I mean, is it her idea?"

"She didn't say," Derek advised, "but I would guess that she is."

"I'm not sure about her."

"Nor am I."

"Well, then, maybe we can figure a way to get out of it," Kim said, still fearful of Derek finding out about her infidelity. "Could we say we're just not into parties?"

"We could try. But Tammy also said that most of their gatherings were informal and unplanned, but that this was something they were actually going to plan," Derek explained.

"So, what are you saying?"

With a shrug, Derek said, "Just that maybe we'll like some or all of the other neighbors better."

"Which is all the more reason to try to meet them individually."

"True enough." But Derek was fearful that as unpredictable as Tammy was, if she planned this big party for them and they attempted to get out of it, how spiteful would she become, and then what would she do? He didn't want to risk Kim discovering his indiscretion.

So, the question now was what the greater dilemma was: the fact that Kim did not want to participate in this get-to-know-the-neighbors gathering or whether the bigger risk was going or not going?

* * *

Without either knowing it, both Derek and Kim lived on pins and needles during the next couple of weeks in anticipation of a call or visit from Tammy with an invitation to this dreaded gathering. But much to their surprise and gradual relief, it never came. During that same time, they did meet two of the five other couples. Both couples lived across the "sac" next to each other. They met the two couples independent of both each other and the other couple, and formed the opinion that Will and Mary Mitchell were quiet, and though likeable, not very personable. Dave and Erica Penney, on the other hand, were more like them, friendly, but not in an overt way.

The next evening, to cement their friendship, Dave and Erica unexpectedly brought over a couple of bottles of wine as a welcoming gift, and Derek and Kim were only too eager to invite them in to open the bottles. Though Dave and Erica were slightly older, they still hit it off with Derek and Kim. The latter couple also wished that the former could have been their next door neighbors.

But during the course of the two hours it took the four to consume both bottles of wine, something else was occurring. Derek couldn't help but notice how attractive Erica was. Her moderately short skirt showed off a pair of nicely tanned and shapely legs. And he noticed that when he could take his eyes off of her well-rounded breasts. Though she was not wearing a top that exposed any part of them, it was form-fitting enough to give a clear picture of their perfect shape and size.

At the same time, Kim was eying up Dave, who while very handsome with a nice physique, though no better than Derek, was sporting a bulge in his jeans that she could only dream about.

Later, much to their surprise, and somewhat, embarrassment, when the neighbors departed and they went to bed, Derek and Kim made as passionate love as they had in some time. But each had a concern later on: they had not been fucking one another. Derek had been imagining he was screwing Erica, while Kim was seeing Dave in her mind. Even later, as they drifted off to sleep, in their dreams Derek was reliving his evening of exciting sex with Tammy, but rather picturing it with Erica; while Kim envisioned the wild threesome she'd had at Greg and Tammy's with Dave and Erica instead.

Over the next few days, Derek felt no real concern about this fantasy because, like most men, he fantasized about women all the time. Except for that one evening of weakness with Tammy, he had never cheated on Kim nor had he any desire or intention to again.

Kim, on the other hand, was concerned. She loved Derek, was happy with him, and her moment of fallibility with Greg and Tammy was not an activity she ever wanted to repeat. Because she couldn't understand why, then, she enjoyed the fantasy so much, she considered seeking counseling. That is, until she read an article in a woman's magazine that explained that it was not the actual act that she was dreaming about, but rather, the erotic nature of it that the mind enjoyed. So, she let it go.

Derek and Kim had been so captivated by their new friendship with Dave and Erica that at no time had it occurred to them to discuss with their new friends either Greg and Tammy or the gathering. And still, there had been no further word on such gathering from the next door neighbors.

* * *

The following Saturday morning, Dave called and Kim answered the phone. "Hello, gorgeous neighbor."

Somewhat taken aback by the overly friendly greeting, Kim was instantly reminded of the serious bulge Dave had sported the evening he and Erica had brought the wine, and so, she responded in kind. "Right back to you."

With a chuckle, Dave said, "Erica and I were just wondering if you guys wanted to come over late this afternoon and we'd hang out around the patio and pool and throw something on the grill for dinner. If you think you might want to swim, bring your suits or wear nothing but your suits."

Without really thinking, Kim answered, "Sounds like fun. Hold on while I run it by Derek."

Derek was nearby and heard is name. When Kim told him, his mind envisioning Erica in a bikini had him agreeing instantly. He hoped it hadn't sounded as eager as he thought it had.

Of course, Kim offered to bring something, food, drink, but all Dave said was, "Just your tiniest bikini." After hanging up, she realized that she shouldn't have accepted that and wouldn't have from anyone else. What did that mean?

* * *

"Surprise!"

Both Kim's and Derek's jaws dropped like a stone in water when Dave opened the door. Standing around behind him were his wife, Will and Mary, Greg and Tammy, and two other couples, one of whom seemed older than the rest. Independently, Kim and Derek presumed the other two couples were the ones in the sac they had not yet met. So, Tammy was having her party anyway.

As everyone stepped aside to admit the new neighbors, Kim whispered to Derek, "Boy, were we played."

Nervously, Derek nodded. "Well, just make the most of it."

Once inside the foyer, Erica introduced Chuck and Laura Bridges, who lived on the other side of Tammy and Greg, and the remaining couple, Bob and Lisa Coates whose home was between the Bridges and Will and Mary Mitchell, as the "old farts." It was later clarified that they had both just turned 50. Everyone else was in their 30s or early 40s. No one had moved very far as everyone greeted Kim and Derek, and as the other couples shook hands and hugged the new neighbors, Kim and Derek felt a number of hands graze her breasts and brush against his crotch, and both wondered how much of that had been accidental.

The men were all dressed in shorts and either t-shirts or polos; the women in shorter shorts or short skirts and low-cut tops or tank tops, as though it was a contest to see who could best show off their breasts.

As it happened, Derek and Kim had dressed similarly. He had given her a very skimpy bikini a while back that she had never worn, not quite a string, but not much more, that her naughty side had dared her to wear with nothing else. And while she would have liked to show off for Dave, she feared what Derek might think. However, when he encouraged her to wear it, she offered a sufficient amount of shyness and refusal before reluctantly agreeing to put it on underneath her v-neck top and short jean skirt. Not only was she now glad she had not worn only the bikini, but with all of these neighbors here, there was no way she would go swimming.

As the six couples drifted out to the patio, Kim noticed that all of the men were handsome and good physical specimens, even Bob. Derek, of course, was checking out all of the women, everyone of whom was hot, even Tammy, and surprisingly, the 50 year-old Lisa. Her breasts might have even been bigger than Tammy's.

Most of the men picked up beer bottles from where they had apparently left them when the doorbell rang and finished drinking. A couple of ladies had beers, some had wine and other drinks. Greg approached Kim with a martini glass and her face went white.

"Here, Kim," he said, extending the glass to her. "Try one of my famous martinis." He said it in a normal tone of voice, not as an announcement, but so anyone nearby could hear and no one's suspicion would be aroused.

"They are good," Laura verified, a few steps away.

"What's really in it?" Kim had no choice but to accept it and take a sip before she spilled any.

"I hope you're not still upset with us," Greg asked, lowering his voice.

"That wasn't me," she responded, keeping her tone in check. "I've never done anything like that, never cheated on Derek."

"Your secret is safe with us," Greg assured. "We have no desire to mess up things with your husband. Although, next time he's out of town, I hope you'll call us," he grinned.

"No offense to you, Tammy or your hospitality, but that won't happen."

"Well, there are no hard feelings. We're neighbors and we want to be good ones."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Kim offered in a polite tone.

"Good."

Laura drifted over, her glass empty, and handed it to Greg, who headed off to the bar to refill it, but not before patting Kim on her lower back and allowing his hand to slide down across the top of her buttocks.

Kim gave him a sharp look, but he had already turned away.

"Don't mind him," Laura said. "We've all been neighbors and friends for so long we've kind of grown touchy-feely."

Quickly changing her expression so it didn't seem like she was upset, Kim said, "That might take some getting used to."

"Don't judge anyone harshly. They don't mean anything by it."

Kim nodded. "So, you've all lived here a while?"

"Ten years. Actually, the Spencers, whom you bought from, were the first to move."

"Were they part of the gang?"

"Yes. We were all sorry to see them leave. He was transferred."

Of course, Kim already knew that.

"But we're just as happy to have you and Derek here," Laura said, leaning over to put her arm around Kim in a buddy-buddy sort of way; except that her arm went far enough around so that her hand rested on—nearly cupping—the side of Kim's breast.

Reminding herself of the touchy-feely statement, Kim tried not to become alarmed.

By then, Greg returned with Laura's martini, and she moved on.

"So, how many of the neighbors know about my visit to your house that night?" Kim asked, mostly just out of curiosity.

Greg's expression changed into a mixture of a frown and a grin. "We don't kiss and tell in the sac."

Kim nodded, noting to herself that in no way did he really answer the question.

* * *

Meanwhile, Derek found himself face to face with the 50-year-old, Lisa. "Is there a reason that the others made a point of mentioning yours and Bob's ages?" Derek asked, not knowing what else to talk about.

"They're just jealous," she answered with a giggle.

"Of your age?"

"We're smarter and better looking."

Her whimsical tone had Derek undecided whether she was serious or not. "Well, you are very attractive."

"Derek!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be forward."

"But not better looking?" she continued in her mock annoyance.

"Well, of course," Derek mumbled, caught off guard. He took a sip of beer for fortification. In the motion of tilting his head back for that sip, he glanced over toward the end of the large patio where Chuck and Mary were talking and facing each other, standing closely. Derek nearly spit out his brew when he observed Chuck, who was married to Laura, reach out and caress and rub one of Mary's nipples and her eyes widened and she smiled as though enjoying it. As it was, some of the beer dripped from his mouth, down his chin, and as luck would have it, onto his pants right where the hard-on was he had gotten from staring at Lisa's wondrous breasts.

Lisa quickly glimpsed the scene that had caused Derek's reaction and grinned. She then reached out and patted the wet spot on his pants as though she could dry it with her hand. Now, he nearly choked. "Oh, sorry," Lisa offered. "Now who's being forward . . . oh, my, what have we here?" she asked as she touched his boner. "Did I give you that?"

Derek, of course, didn't know what to say. But his eyes couldn't help a quick dart to Chuck and Mary, where he was still toying with her nipple.

"We're a friendly bunch here," Lisa explained, "not too modest about some things."

"I see," Derek commented, having more or less recovered, but still at a loss for words.

"Are you going to stare at my tits all night or would you like to buy me a drink?"

Derek hadn't intentionally focused his eyes on that part of her anatomy. Perhaps he hadn't recovered from the other scene quite yet. Snapping out of it, he said, "Of course. What would you like?"

Handing him her glass, Lisa instructed, "Just tell Greg it's for me."

With a nod, Derek headed off toward the makeshift bar.

"What'll it be?" Greg asked.

"Lisa said you'd know what she wanted."

Greg nodded, accepting the glass and mixing a concoction unfamiliar to Derek.

"So, you're the bartender?"

"Seems that's what I always end up doing. You enjoying yourself?"

With a curious nod, Derek commented, "Interesting group of people."

"Yeah, Lisa is one hot woman."

"You mean for her age?"

"For any age," Greg corrected. "All the guys in the sac want to get her in the sack." He chuckled at his own pun.

"All the women in the sac are attractive," Derek noted.

"Even Tammy?"

Derek caught himself before frowning at the odd question. Not sure what kind of answer he should give, he simply said, "Yes."

"I'll bet you do. I heard you two really had a hot session."

Now Derek really didn't know what to say. Perhaps their marriage wasn't as open as Tammy had led him to believe.

Greg let him fret for several seconds before adding, "Wish I could have been there. We love a good threesome."

Still at a loss for words, Derek forced a smile.

"A girl could die of thirst waiting for you two," Lisa remarked bellying up to the bar so close to Derek that his biceps became nestled between her big breasts.

That was a bit unnerving. It also caused his cock, which had gone soft during his visit to the bar, to grow down his thigh. As she sipped her fresh drink and made small talk, which Derek was too dazed to pay attention to, her free hand dangled against his leg, and he felt her fingers gather up the hem of his shorts rising up his thigh until they made contact with the tip of his leaking cock. Having had some sense of what was happening, he had prepared himself not to make any sudden moves or sounds and attract too much attention. "I need to use the restroom," he said calmly. "Excuse me."

"I don't doubt it," Lisa quipped to Greg after Derek had walked off.

* * *

Kim had nursed her martini, consuming it slowly, and when finished, she decided to have another to test her ability to drink two without losing control and doing something stupid. She approached Greg at the bar somewhat humbly.

"Another?" he asked hopefully.

She nodded as though he had her. "I'm experimenting to make certain I can drink more than one without doing something irrational."

He nodded. "You liked it."

"Whether or not I did is beside the point."

"The drink. You liked it."

Kim bobbed her head from side to side indecisively. "It was . . . it's an acquired taste."

"And it didn't lead you to do anything you didn't want to do," Greg psychoanalyzed.

Hanging her head, Kim said, "Again, whether or not I wanted to or liked it is beside the point. It was wrong."

"It was wrong to accept an invitation from your new neighbors and spend an evening intimately getting to know us?"

"You sure you're not a politician? You really know how to spin a story." Kim realized her tone was not accusative, but rather more playful, almost even flirty. That was scary. Could it be the Vodka? Or was there something about Greg . . .

As she hoisted herself up on to the barstool, making certain to keep her legs together, he mixed the drink in front of her. She saw that he put only the required ingredients, and she wondered if that was intentional based on her earlier accusation. Looking down at her glass as he worked, her line of sight had her staring beyond the glass to the bulge in is pants, and her mind drifted back to that evening and his big hard on. Kim quickly shook her head slightly to wipe the tempting thought from her mind. As she did, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bob approaching. Because of what was on her mind, her vision dropped to his crotch and she could see that he was sporting a lump in his pants also. What was it with these guys?

"I've been watching you from across the patio," Bob admitted, "and thought we should meet."

"Weren't you there when they arrived?" Greg asked.

"Yes, but I didn't really get to meet her."

"Well, then," Greg said, "let me introduce the newest fox in our den. This is Kim."

She shot the grinning bartender a look, wondering why he had chosen those words.

Bob took her hand, and in good French fashion, kissed it. Kim offered a polite smile, noting that he was a very handsome man for his age. He made her nervous when he stepped closer resting his hard on between her knees. There was no denying that it was rock hard. She glanced down at it then back up with a questioning look, as though so doing would call attention to what he was doing and cause him to move.

But his bulge didn't budge. Instead, he simply said, "Figured I'd visit with you since your husband seems to be going cross-eyed staring at my wife's tits."

Kim's mouth dropped at his statement, and she glanced around the patio, but did not see either Derek or Lisa, although she did recall seeing them talking here at the bar a while ago.

"Be careful, Kim," Greg warned. "He likes to prey on helpless, innocent young women!"




In The Sac



"I'm not helpless."

"Nor innocent, I'll wager," Bob remarked with a snicker.

With encouragement from the martini, Kim couldn't help but smirk. "Well, you may have me there."

"Not really where I want you," he retorted.

But before she could follow up on that one, Laura returned, taking the other barstool. She paid no attention to Bob now rubbing is penis against Kim's knees.

Kim was about to finally comment on the older man's blatant activity when she happened to glance over to Chuck and Mary. They were sitting on an outdoor sofa, very close, talking, and Chuck's hand was resting on her shoulder, his fingertips rubbing her upper breast. This behavior was most inappropriate. Mary now started to remove her top, to Kim's shock, but only to reveal a bikini underneath. Her shorts followed quickly, the tiny garment showing off a perfect body. Chuck followed suit, and within seconds, they were both in the pool.

When Kim turned her attention back to the bar, Bob, still pressed against her, was handing her a martini. Not expecting it, some of the drink spilled on her bare legs. Before she could reach for a napkin, to her further surprise, although at this point in time she shouldn't have been, Bob had backed his cock away from her knees, but only to bend over and lick the liquid from her legs. She should have been annoyed, but it actually tickled more than anything and all she could do was giggle, and that caused her to involuntarily spread her legs. That was the wrong action to take because Bob's tongue slid up her thigh like it was on rails. She reacted by closing her legs and squeezing his head out.

Kim quickly slid off of the barstool. "Excuse me. I need to get cleaned up," she said as she headed back inside in search of a bathroom.

* * *

Not really having to use the restroom, but just to use it as an excuse, Derek had visited the one near the front door. On his way out, he headed back toward the patio when he heard sounds from the kitchen. Not really wanting to face the people at the bar so soon, he headed for the noise. The closer he got, he realized he was hearing moaning from the kitchen, so he approached cautiously. Peeking in before entering, he saw Erica bent over the counter, her breasts pressed against the counter top and spilling out of the side of her bikini top, her arms spread out above and beside her head. Will was behind her massaging her back, his crotch pressed firmly into her bikini-clad ass.

What the hell was it with these people? This was more than friendly neighbors.

They hadn't heard him, so he backed away quietly and turned once again for the patio. When he reached a point where he could see out, but not be seen from outside, he halted abruptly in his tracks. What he saw was like an abrupt kick in the balls. There was Bob with his head buried between Kim's legs while Laura excitedly looked on. A mixture of emotions ran through his befuddled mind, but not the least of which was arousal, and he almost couldn't believe that was one of them. So mesmerized was he by the incredible sexual show he was watching that when Kim dropped off of the stool and headed inside, Derek trotted down a hallway, finding a different bathroom in which to seek refuge. He entered quietly and closed the door. What was going on here? Their neighbors, it seems, were sex fiends! Was there something in the water? It had even spread to Kim. She'd never given any indication she wanted to have sex with someone else!

Although, he really couldn't criticize. After all, he had let Tammy seduce him. What a great fuck she had been. Still, Derek knew it was because he was a horny bastard to begin with. He did have his little porno nights when Kim was . . . was she really going to girl's night out?

Derek shook his head to clear it. He had to talk to Kim about this . . . about what she had . . . a vision of it flashed through his mind. Damn, that had been erotic! Seeing his wife worked on by an older man with a woman watching. What was wrong with him? What was he thinking?

He left the bathroom noiselessly to go in search of his wife. When he stepped out, he heard moaning—no, more like purring—coming from the master bedroom. He thought he recognized that sound from his tryst with Tammy. Tiptoeing toward it, the door was ajar so he peeked in.

Tammy was also in a skimpy bikini, laying on the bed on her stomach, legs together, her arms hanging over the edge of the mattress. Dave was straddling her ass, his dick obviously nestled against her shapely behind. He couldn't help but watch the erotic scene as Dave slowly and steadily massaged her back. Tammy looked up and saw him standing there, but before he could react, she used her forefinger to signal him to enter. At first surprised by the invitation, he then quickly recalled Greg saying that they enjoyed threesomes, so it was obvious what she wanted and where this might lead.

Derek forced himself to step away to continue his mission to find his wife. However, when he heard Tammy purr again, he stopped, but not where she could see him. The problem was, he remembered his night with her, and that made him recall Lisa at the bar, and Will and Erica in the kitchen, and suddenly, his erection felt like it was going to rip right through his pants. Further complicating his mind was the notion that he would have loved to have allowed Lisa to really grab his dick like she wanted, and he could envision himself instead of Will wedged against Erica in the kitchen, and without a doubt, he would love to be the one in there on top of Tammy.

From his position in the hallway, he was facing toward the den and was brought back to reality by Kim walking by. She looked incredibly hot in her tight top and short skirt. He wanted to rush her and take her right on one of the sofas, but he knew his thinking was clouded and influenced by the sexual tension in the air. He did go after her, but only to follow her into the front bathroom.

Kim sucked in her breath in fear as someone suddenly opened the bathroom door as she was removing her wet skirt, but instantly breathed her relief upon seeing that it was Derek.

"Do you know what's going on here?" he asked urgently.

"What do you mean?" she countered with a frown.

"I think our neighbors are sex fiends. This isn't a party, it's going to turn into an orgy! All this talk about everyone in the sac knowing each other so well and being so friendly and close . . . hell, they don't get together and barbecue, they gather to play with each other's spouse! Lisa was trying to grab my dick at the bar. Will is in the kitchen practically screwing Erica, while her husband is in their bedroom almost fucking Tammy. And then, out on the patio at the bar, Bob, Laura, Greg and—" At that moment, Derek happened to glance down to see the huge wet spot on his wife's shirt and skirt.

Kim knew what he was looking at and removed her shirt. "You saw." Her eyes started to water. "I'm sorry, honey, Bob spilled my drink on me and before I knew it he had—"

But mindful of his infidelity with Tammy, and his eyes widening at the sight of his beautiful wife looking incredible in a bikini skimpier than anything the other women were wearing, he merely said, "We'll talk about that later. The question is, what do we do now?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"I don't know. Do you want to leave?"

"Is that what you want?" Strangely, Kim did not, and she was rather surprised that Derek did. She knew about his little porn evenings when she went out with the girls. He wasn't that clever about hiding it as he thought he was. She had never said anything about it to him because it wasn't hurting anything. Besides, she had her nights out, that was his. It was better than him going out drinking with the guys. No telling what kind of trouble he could get in doing that.

"Well, I'm afraid if we do, the neighbors could take offense to it. I wouldn't want them to ostracize us," Derek said.

"Besides," Kim noted, "other than that, they're all really nice people. Plus, I would have thought you would enjoy seeing all this promiscuous activity. It's almost like being in the center of one of your porno movies."

"What are you talking about?" Did she really know?

"Come on, Derek, you're a guy. Don't tell me you don't like to look at porn."

Avoiding an admission, he asked, "So, you're saying we should stay?"

"We could just play it by ear," Kim suggested. "If it gets out of hand or if we get too uncomfortable, then we can leave. I'm not to the point of being uncomfortable yet, so I wouldn't think you are. Are you?"

"No, I was just trying to protect you. I didn't think you cared for this kind of blatant sexual activity."

"I didn't think I did, either." She shrugged. "I can't explain it. There's something arousing about it."

"I'm surprised," Derek said honestly, "because you've never shown any interest in watching porn, and you always seemed to be annoyed when a conversation or something becomes too sexual. And yet, there you were letting a virtual stranger—"

"I didn't let him," she said defensively. "I don't know why he did that." Then she glanced down at the bulge in his pants and the wet spot forming where the head of his cock was. "And by the looks of it, you're not immune either."

"I'd be lying if I said it was not arousing." Derek definitely wanted to stay and he was sensing now that Kim did also. But he didn't want to sound eager. "Well, okay," he said sounding hesitant, "you tell me when you want to leave." As he was about to open the bathroom door, he added, "By the way, you are smoking in that bikini."

Her face lit up. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

They thought they were going to head back out to the patio where the majority of their new friends were, but imagine their surprise when they stepped out of the bathroom and into the den, and there, seated and standing around the room were all of the neighbors in the sac quietly waiting for them. Derek and Kim stopped short, never in their lives feeling so on display.

"Come on in and sit down, you two," Lisa said in her most welcoming voice. "Let's all get to know each other."

But the new neighbors were too stunned to move. Derek did have the presence of mind to notice that Erica was sitting on top of the bar that connected to the kitchen, still only in her bikini, which he now noticed was nearly as revealing as Kim's. Standing very closely next to her was Will, his shirt off, but pants still on; almost exactly as Derek had seen them earlier.

"We know you've seen some things here that you might be wondering about," Lisa went on. She was still completely dressed.

Sitting on a stool close to Erica and Will was Bob, still dressed, his feet firmly planted on the rung, legs spread with Laura leaning back against him. She was down to her bikini also. She was also wearing Bob's hand around her abdomen, his fingers toying with her belly button. Sitting on the sofa, now dry were Chuck and Mary, her hard nipples looking like they would poke right through the material of her bikini top, matching his cock looking to do the same out of his swim trunks. He was cupping his balls while she would occasionally stroke his pole through his pants. Greg was on the other side of Mary, clothes on, also sporting a bulge that she would fondle with her other hand. There were two love seats on either side of the sofa. The one nearest Kim and Derek was apparently the one they were supposed to take. On the other were Dave and Tammy.

Had Lisa summoned them to come as they were?

"The purpose of today," Lisa continued, " was, of course, to welcome you into the neighborhood, but also to hopefully welcome you into our lives. You've heard us say we're all very good friends and extremely close, and I think with what you've seen so far and as you look around this room now, you can see the context in which we mean that." Lisa extended her hand to the vacant love seat. "Please sit down."

They finally did, still too stunned to speak.

Dave got up to put some music on.

"It all started a few years ago," Lisa resumed. "We all met at various times during the construction of our homes. We would see each other out here and we became friendly, so that by the time we all moved in, we were already the best of neighbors. We all hit it off, we all liked each other, and it made the experience of our new homes that much more pleasant. We started getting together every few weeks, going out to dinner, going to someone's house, whatever, and just having a grand old time.

Kim was doing her best to pay attention, but with Will rubbing Erica's thigh, and Bob playing with Laura, and Mary stroking both Chuck and Greg, and Tammy touching her own nipples, it was difficult. She was tempted to start playing with her own pussy, but she resisted. A sidelong glance at the growing wet spot on her husband's pants told her that he was having the same problem.

Now adding to their dilemma, Tammy slowly stood and started a sensual dance to the music, rubbing her hands up and down her breasts and abdomen.

Derek couldn't help but watch as Bob's hands gradually made their way up to Laura's top and fondled her breasts. She casually let her bottom sway to the beat against his cock. Derek felt another gush of pre-cum ooze out of his own dick.

Still standing at this point, Lisa sat down on the edge of the love seat between Derek and Kim. Somewhat surprised that she would divide them, they nonetheless squirmed over to give her room. She then placed a hand high up on each of their legs to help herself slide back. But she never did remove her hands. Seeing that she'd lost her audience, Lisa whispered, "Well, we'll finish the story later."

Erica slid off the bar, dancing over to Tammy. Will followed, and the three moved together and against one another in a very suggestive manner.

There were chuckles all around as the others all stopped playing with one another for a moment.

The scene was now becoming interesting enough that both Derek and Kim were watching intensively, so much so, that they did not object when Lisa's hands slowly made their way up to the couple's crotches. She kept her finger work light, gently smearing their wet spots around.

Laura and Bob now went over to join in the dancing, he removing his shirt and swinging it above his head. At one point, he held it stretched out in his hands as though pretending to catch Tammy's ball-shaped tits, which looked like they were about to bounce out of her top at any second.

When Derek saw Lisa lift the finger that had been playing in his wet spot to her mouth, and then do the same with the finger from Kim's, he thought he might shoot a load in his pants, and while he did not, he did feel more ooze from his cock go to freshen the moistened circle on his pants. He glanced at his wife, who returned a look of amazement, and he thought, lust, over Lisa's actions.

Derek further realized he was seeing a side of his wife he had never seen before, and quite likely, one she never knew existed. Perhaps she was coming out of the shell he always thought she had been in. Either that or a monster was being created.   

In response to Bob's actions, Tammy grabbed her breasts, holding them as though to prevent Bob from catching them. Her hands then went down to her crotch where she rubbed her pussy through her swimsuit, then back up underneath her top pushing her top off of her boobs, but covering them with her hands. She flashed her tits to everyone before recovering them with her top.

Things were escalating now as Mary stood and grabbed both Chuck and Greg by the waistband of their pants, pulling them up also. When the two men reached standing positions, her hands slid down over their cocks, rubbing until wet spots appeared.

The group dancing had managed to come together as Dave joined them. Tammy grabbed Laura's head and pulled it to her breasts. As it was encumbered by her swimsuit bra, Laura promptly removed it and flung it at Greg. With Tammy's tits now bouncing around wildly, Laura latched on to them, sucking her neighbor's nipples. The two then turned back to back, ass to ass gyrating back and forth and side to side in unison.

With Mary in the middle, Chuck and Greg on either side with their arms around her, the threesome launched into a chorus line type dance kicking their legs out like the Rockettes.

Will and Erica's dancing was becoming more seductive. They managed to move with their foreheads and noses touching, until she straightened up and dragged her breasts all over his chest. He then turned her around where she rubbed her ass against his crotch. He responded by cupping her buttocks in his hands, allowing most of his fingers to snake their way into her bikini bottom. He attempted to pull it down but she stopped him. He then endeavored to unclasp her top, and she halted that by dancing away from him.

Obviously knowing what was coming, Lisa became more aggressive, stroking Derek's cock through his pants, massaging his scrotum, sliding a finger between Kim's labia. But this ongoing erotic movement on the floor was getting so juicy, Lisa was just doing for the new couple what they had been dying to do for themselves, so they made no attempt to stop her.

Now, all nine of the others were dancing together, and it was turning into a contest to see who could move in to paw Tammy's tits, as she was still the only female that was topless.

With all the laughter and huffing and puffing that all of this foot work was creating, Greg quietly made his way toward the bar to mix a pitcher of some fruity, tropical looking concoction. As the music ended and was replaced by the sounds of glasses clinking from the bar, the others all collapsed on the sofa and love seat. Bob, Tammy and Erica grabbed the latter, while Chuck, Dave and Will took the couch. And to Derek's surprise, although by now he shouldn't have been, Laura sat on Will's lap, while Mary plopped down on Chuck. Greg served everyone drinks, including Derek, Lisa and Kim.

While they sipped their drinks, the group laughed and joked with each other about how clumsy this one or that one was, and other pokes of fun.

While listening, Lisa was now easing Derek's zipper down, and already had a finger under the leg band of Kim's bikini. But the new neighbors, while aware of what the older woman was doing, were more focused on Mary sliding back and forth on Chuck's leg, obviously rubbing her pussy against his thigh, while Will's hand was making its way into the waste band of Laura's bikini bottom. And possibly topping both of those, Tammy and Erica had engaged in a passionate kiss. The former had her arm around the latter's waste, her hand inside Erica's bikini bottom, her middle finger sliding up and down the other woman's ass crack. Erica's hands were kneading Tammy's breasts.

Mary had slid over from Chuck's thigh and was now dragging the crack of her ass along his raging boner while he held onto her tits to keep her in place. She reached over to grasp Dave's hard-on through his pants. On the other end, Will's hand was now deep inside Laura's bikini bottom, and with her legs spread, there was no doubt he was stroking her pussy lips.

Not to be left out, while Tammy and Erica were still swapping spit, with the former turned to face the latter, Bob twisted and molded himself to Tammy, and with one palm, grabbed a handful of her boob while his other undid his pants enough to worm his hand down to stroke his cock.

Turning in Chuck's lap, now sitting sideways, Mary pressed her lips to his. He played with her breast nearest him while Dave turned toward her back and reached around to fondle her other boob.

His bartender's duties complete, Greg wanted in. He gently pulled Erica away from his wife, who was immediately attended to by Bob. Now standing, Greg smothered Erica with kisses to her lips, down her neck and the portion of her breasts not covered by her bikini. She rolled her head around in enjoyment as his hands latched on to her tits.




In the Sauna



She walked in to the men's sauna, knowing there was only one person within. Dressed in black spike heels, a mini skirt and blouse all in black she was drop dead gorgeous. Everything he always wanted, she shook her head and smiled. This was going to be interesting.

She turned around the corner to find him sitting there, head back and eyes closed. This was going to surprise him! He heard a soft clack clack, of women's heels? Women's heels in the men's sauna room, this could be interesting he was the only one here. What could anyone wants with him?

His head shot up and his eyes flew open. Before him stood the sexiest creature he'd ever seen. Who was she? He couldn't see her clearly through the steam.

"Enjoying your sauna hunny?"

"Uh, yes ma'am, I am. Is there something I can help you with?"

"As a matter of fact there is." Her smile spread into a grin and she stalked over to stand directly in front of him.

"And what is that my dear?" He was getting flustered with her being this close. She was doing strange things to him. He couldn't think like this. His mind was wandering to places better left to the imagination.

With his beautiful body stretched out on the bench she could see his arousal clearly underneath the towel. She placed a hand on it and rubbed slow small circles. His eyes drifted shut, still not quite knowing who she was. Although he did have a fair idea who it was he wouldn't let on. He let his head loll back, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. She's too good to be true.

He felt the towel being slowly unwrapped. What luck he was having today! The air felt cool against his skin when the towel had been removed. He lifted slightly when he felt her tug on the towel under his butt.

Now completely exposed to her he looked up at the 'mysterious' lady. He still couldn't quite make out all her features. All he knew was that the more he saw of her the more sexy he thought she was, the more aroused he became.

He smiled up at her and winked. She grinned back at him and let her fingers lightly graze his exposed member. He sighed and she lifted her skirt.

She spread her legs and straddled him. He smoothed his hands down her thighs and rested his hands against her knees. She slowly lowered herself to kneeling on the bench. As she got lower his hands moved higher until they rested gently on her waist.

He slid his hands up and down her sides. She bunched her skirt around her waist, he moved his hands to her thighs. She opened her shirt and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts to him. She drew his head to her breasts and he kissed them each in turn.

She leaned back a little to allow him more access. He took full advantage, kissing, licking, fondling and nipping at her breasts and nipples.

She reached down and slowly guided him to her hot spot. He slid into her with ease. He moaned at the sensation and attacked her breasts with more enthusiasm then before.

She bounced hard and fast causing him throw back his head and bite down on his lower lip. She smiled down at him and placed his hands on her waist. He held her firmly there and thrust up into her. She moaned and writhed and panted. He groaned and she knew he was close.

She bounced that much harder, he mumbled something she couldn't quite make out but knew the meaning of. He was going to cum. She took him all the way and held him there, milking him using her inner muscles.

She was soon to follow, just as he was about to come off the high she came all over him. This made the orgasm even more intense for him and he groaned aloud. She threw her head back and moaned, calling his name.

Soon both were expended and she collapsed against him, leaning on his chest and toying with his crisp chest hair. "Let's go home hunny," she murmured.

He pushed her away and looked intently at her face. "I've never seen you like this. It's intriguing I must say."

"Who did you think I was, some horny bimbo?" She giggled and smiled down at him.

He smiled slightly and answered, "no I knew who you were, just thought this new look was interesting and I'd like to see more of it lover."

"Anytime baby." They rearranged their clothes and started out of the sauna for home.



In The Serbian Mountains



NOTE: I am a situation writer. My main goal is not to tell a story about the sex act itself but to tell the circumstances that lead to it. I do so, because I feel that it is important to know every detail that leads to an incredible event that sex between a mother and her child certainly is. Enjoy the story, write comments, if you have any, and vote, please.

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This story takes place in the late '80's high up in the mountain Shar on the very south of Serbia, and is a rather specific one since it shows what has sometimes really been done in the isolated Serbian mountain villages, especially on this and the mountains nearby. First of all, a little introduction…

My name is Mileva. I lived in a same village high up in the Shar-mountain since the day I was born. It has been well populated at that time, with a population of about 400, which is quite well for a village that is so isolated from the rest of Serbia. We had no power or running water, but almost every household had its own well, and in the evening we used petrol lamps. The nearest town was about 50 kilometers down the mountain, which was, taking the crappy mountain roads into perspective, a big problem.

As the time passed by, I got older, and at the age of 16 (in the beginning of the ‘70's) I got married to the man I was spoken for. He already had 22 years and wanted to have a child, which I gave to him the same year. I gave birth to a son and named him Nikola.

These were the times when people had slowly started leaving this village and moving into towns. This has also been provoked by big companies, which have started buying people's land at a nice price. Population was decreasing dramatically. About the time I turned 19, I had two great misfortunes in my life. First, my parents died when a wolf attacked them while they were watching over some cattle, and second, not two months later, my husband got killed in a huge shootout that took place in a local bar when a couple of drunks started settling their differences.

I became an orphan and a widow with a child at the age of 19. I could not remarry since there were no more single men in the village. In fact, the village only counted 25 at that time and all of them, except one couple, were old, and had children who have already left the village. I was the youngest there. Well, if you don't count my son Nikola, and the son of the couple I mentioned whose name was Marko, and was the same age as my son.

People have advised me to leave the village, and try to get remarried, but I already knew that it would be hard as hell to do so, especially now, when I have a child. Furthermore my husband had an excellent contract with some meat, dairy and baking companies since our property has been the biggest in the village. So, as the time passed by, I decided to stay and raise my son.

At the time my son Nikola and neighbor's son Marko reached the age of 9 (early ‘80's), only 7 people were still in the village, and two of them died after an extremely long and freezing winter. So, only my neighbors Radoslav, Jadranka, their son Marko, my son Nikola and myself were left up there. Radoslav and Jadranka were about 9 years older than me. They had tried to get a son for a long time before they got Marko. Radoslav and Jadranka have also stayed in the village because of the great contract with the same companies that I worked with. 

When our sons reached the age of 10, we decided that it would be fair to give them a proper education, at least at the "Basic school" level (8 years of school, in normal circumstances). So, we hired a private teacher, usually someone who was in desperate need of some money, I mean, who would drive a car for about 3 hours in one way only? We had enough money to pay them of, but no one could stand that kind of work for very long, so we changed teachers a lot. We planed to send our kids to a private college when they finish their "Basic school" since private colleges don't ask for a high school diploma, and we weren't really short on cash. We saved as much as we could.

By the time our kids reached the age of 15, Radoslav and Jadranka bought a power generator that worked on oil, so, in the evenings, they had normal power in their house. A little later after that, they bought a TV and a VCR, which was very interesting for the kids, and for me too, I might add. They didn't have many channels but, hey, it was ok.

When our kids had reached the age of 16, Radoslav was the first to mention that they don't have any sexual education or, in fact, any idea of what sex is. We asked their teacher if he could explain something to them, but he refused. So we fired him. For some reason, none of the male teachers would do such a thing. I guess it was because sex was still a taboo back then (in the country, around 1986). So, we thought of a different plan. We didn't want to bring our kids hookers since it would probably cost a fortune and we didn't even know where to find one. And above all, who knows how the kids would react to that. So, we wanted to find a female teacher to teach them about sex, both in theory and in practice. We failed there too. We even went to those teachers with the lowest standard of living and offered them an enormous sum of money, but all of them refused. So, we hired a female teacher without requests of her having sex with the boys. But, we still hoped that, in time, she will get familiar enough with the boys, and then we would offer her money for some sex ed.

After leaving the teacher sex idea, we tried to find some other methods to educate our kids. It was always up to me to think of something, mostly because I was the youngest. At that point, I was about 33 years old. So I came up with an idea that when Radoslav goes into town, he buys a dirty magazine, and then, "carelessly" leaves it hanging around so that the boys would find it. We succeeded in that. The boys changed their attitudes for a while, and a little after that, everything went back to normal.

The boys were already 17, and the teacher still didn't cave in although we have mentioned large amounts of money to her if she would do a "special" lesson. She knew what we were talking about, but still didn't want to do anything. So I came up with a new idea. Radoslav bought some porn videos. In the evenings, Radoslav and Jadranka often came to my place, and the boys were alone in the other house were they had power, TV, VCR, and not very well hidden porn tapes, if you catch my drift. We started doing this at least twice a week so the boys could relieve themselves in peace.

As the time went by, the boys turned 18, and they had about a year to finish their Basic education.

In all this talk, I haven't even once mentioned my sex life. It was simple really, I had none! From the day my husband died, I didn't have sex. It means that 16 years had passed and I wasn't getting any. It also means that every time I had the opportunity I would "go berserk" on my clit. Nikola almost caught me once. But, there was one time, about 7 years ago, when Radoslav was fairly drunk and his wife was in my house baking something since her oven was broken, I was extremely horny and made my move. I should describe myself at this point. When I got married to my husband many years ago, everyone was saying how I was the prettiest girl in the village ever! I'm a natural longhaired blonde, about 170 centimeters, pretty face, nice hips and butt, narrow waist and 36 C breasts. I usually don't wear a bra, and prefer summer dresses and their light and thin material. I wear them even in the wintertime.

That night, when Radoslav was drunk and his wife and our kids were at my house (Jadranka asked me to help her husband since the thing she was baking was almost done), I was there to help him get to bed. He was a classical farmer, a well-built man. I guided him to the bed. He lay down, his eyes half open. I took his shirt of, and then went for the trousers. I took them of and what I saw next really got my juices going. 

His cock was sticking out of his underwear with a quite nice semi-hardon. I froze instantly, my eyes fixated on the beauty in front of me. His eyes were still half opened. It seemed like he didn't even realize what I've just seen. Slowly I started taking his underwear off until I reached his knees and left it there. I have seen only one cock before, but I knew that this one was a beauty. I got a little nervous and then, with a quick move, took my dress off, standing there with a wet patch on my white panties and without a bra, my nipples pointing straight forward.

That was the moment, when his eyes opened fully. He starred at me while I bent over and started stroking his cock. His cock started gaining in size to finally reach 19 beautiful centimeters (7.5 inches). Quickly I removed my panties and mounted Radoslav. He grabbed my breasts and started to squeeze them a little. I lifted myself a bit and grabbed a hold of his cock centering it to enter my pussy. Just as I got it right under my pussy and wanted to sit on it, his wife cried out from outside that she couldn't open the door herself, she was holding something. That snapped me from what I was doing, I quickly stood up, got dressed, pulled his underwear back on, although they couldn't cover at least 3 centimeters of the tip of his cock, and opened the door to help Jadranka. She didn't notice that his cock was sticking out of his underwear and soon enough he fell asleep and his cock went limp, and back into the underwear. The next day, he didn't remember a thing.

Let's get back to the story. As I said earlier, the boys reached the age of 18, and we still hadn't succeeded in our attempt to teach them anything about sex. Then, at both Jadranka's and my surprise, Radoslav told us that when he was young, boys' first sexual experiences, so high up and isolated in the mountains, were usually with a farm animal, mostly with a sheep. Jadranka and I look stunned but we figured that, after all, we should try that, we were desperate. So, once, when Radoslav went to town, he returned carrying a porn tape with human-animal intercourses. I have ho idea were he found something like that. In the meantime, before Radoslav found the tape, Jadranka and I took every opportunity to, when the animals mate, call Nikola and Marko and make them watch. We told them that the purpose of that was to show them how animals procreate, for science's sake.

One evening, when we left the boys alone, we knew that they are going to see the tape. Later that night, and the following day, there attitude was a bit different. All three of us followed them cautiously in order to see whether they are going to do something, but, even with all the sheep around, we never noticed that they had even the slightest interest in them. The only thing left to do was to wait another year or so, and when they go to college, they will have to manage on their own, which is going to be, considering the years of not socializing with anything that is female and of their age, rather difficult for them.

It is now time to get to that faithful night. Radoslav and Jadranka had some important business to take care of in a town that was not really near our village. They took off in the morning and we expected them to be back at sundown on the following day. Since it was a chilly autumn, and they didn't have any oil for the power generator, plus, their oven, which was often used to heat up the place, was broken again, we agreed that Marko should spend the night at my place.

My house was a small one in height, but a big one in length and width. I had only one room in which I had everything: a kitchen, a dinning table and a king size bed in which to sleep. Nikola and I sleep together in that bed since it is a really large one. I always slept wearing only my husbands old T-shirts, which were extremely long: he was 2 meters in height (6'7''). He had a lot of shirts, so as soon as one had gotten worn out, I would take another. Under the shirt I had nothing, not even panties, but Nikola and I never had a problem about that. He always wore pajamas. So, it was no problem when we invited Marko in, there was enough space in the bed. When the evening came the boys washed themselves and we got into the bed. I was laying on the left, Nikola in the middle and Marko on the right side. Marko too was wearing pajamas.

The weather was awful. There wasn't any rain, but you could here the thunder almost every 30 seconds. Suddenly, we heard a lightning hit something very close to us, and after that, a noise, like a tree falling down. All of us knew that the lightning had hit a big oak tree right by the house. All of a sudden, the tree hit the house with such power that it had demolished a quarter of the roof and a bit of the brick wall. We were rather scared but the tree stumbled and rolled down the hill. However, this didn't change the fact that my house had a big hole in the roof, and that a part of the wall is missing. We started investigating the damage that this accident has caused and came to a conclusion that, at the time being, we couldn't do anything about it. So, we got back into the bed under a partially open sky.

The night was cold, extremely cold. The little oven that had the function of heating the place up, could not match Mother Nature and her mountain temperatures. So, we covered ourselves with every piece of cloth we could find. It seemed to do the trick. But, a few minutes later, we saw how wrong we were, it was still rather cold. So I recommended spooning as an option. And since I was not so young anymore, I laid in the middle so that, when we spoon, my back doesn't get cold. So, when we spooned, Marko was laying behind me, and my son in front of me. It was ok, it was a little warmer, but, after a few minutes, all of us started to shiver a little. It was still cold. The boys were quiet, they didn't know that there was one more way to get a little warmer, but frankly, I didn't like the thought of that. I knew that if we all took off our clothes, it would be warmer beneath the sheets since there wouldn't be any clothes to hold on to the heat that could be better used. The thing that I didn't like about that idea is - I didn't really want to be naked with two also naked and probably always horny teenagers, especially when one of them is my own son. Also, the idea of spooning in that manner would be extremely awkward. No, I threw that idea away.

It was starting to get even colder. It had to be done.

"Boys, I have an idea how we can get warmer in here."

"What's that mom?" my son said.

"Well, the best way is to use our body heats to the full. We should all take our clothes off."

"Mom!" my son protested.

"Are you sure, auntie?" Marko asked, he used to call me "auntie".

"Well it is the best way to get warmer, after all, I won't take any clothes off, I only have this thin T-shirt on."

After a little pause, everyone agreed to the idea, and the boys slowly stripped under the covers. They took everything off and we got back in the spooning position. It really became warmer. It was a little odd having Marko laying naked behind me, with his chest pressing onto my back, but I felt to sleepy to think about that now. I put my right arm over my son's chest and slowly dozed off.

"I'm telling you man, she is stroking someone in her sleep! Shhhh!"

I heard someone whispering, really loud, I might add, and that woke me up. The line above was the first thing I heard when I woke up. This "Shhhh!" noise that my son has made was probably because he noticed that I started to move, due to waking up, of course. An old clock on the wall was in my sight, and I have looked at it just before I went to sleep. It showed that I have been sleeping for about 10 minutes. Then, I noticed that I'm holding something in my right hand. I gave it a little squeeze and realized that I'm holding my son's hard cock! I let go immediately! He moved a bit away from me. Then I realized that a hand, probably belonging to Marko, has just been moved off of my right hip. I touched my right hip only to discover that it was bare! I found the end of my shirt high up on my waist instead on the mid-thigh were it supposed to be. It means that my bare ass was touching Marko's crouch! As I got fully awaked, I realized that I felt something strange around my pussy. I put my hand down where I found Marko's hard cock leaning on my fully soaked pussy lips. As soon as he felt my touch, Marko moved away quickly. Then, I touched my pussy, slowly put a finger in it and realized that it is me who is wet!

Everybody has just been laying still and being quiet. I've started figuring out what the hell happened here and came to a conclusion that I've probably dreamed something that turned me on and made me take my son's cock into my hand. I decided to break the silence.

"Boys."

"Yes, mom?"

"Yes, auntie?"

"What just happened here?" I asked

"Well, mom, you…kind of… grabbed my… penis while you were sleeping and started… massaging it."

"That still doesn't explain why my shirt was around my waist and why Marko's penis was touching my vagina!" I couldn't believe how calmly I said that.

"Marko!" yelled my son in a little angry voice.

"Well… um… I'm sorry auntie… um… when Nikola told me that you were massaging his penis, my own penis got hard and… um… I wanted to see what it looks like to touch a woman's vagina with it… I'm really sorry auntie…"

"Hey man…" my son started yelling when I interrupted him.

"Be quiet." I said.

After a little pause I continued:

"Boys… have you ever had sex?"

They were quiet for a while, but then my son said, followed by Marko:

"No mom… you know that…"

"No auntie… there are no girls here…"

"So I also guess that you have never seen a girl naked, right?"

"Well mom… actually, we have."

"Really? Who have you seen naked?" I was really surprised.

"Well mom… we've seen our teacher, Miss Ilich, naked. It was only a month ago. We were in class, she was moody all day long and in the middle of the lesson she suddenly stopped talking and said something like "Damn that money… boys, I'm sorry about this" and started taking her clothes off. She stripped naked, and told us to do the same, so we did. She was beautiful. By the time we were naked, our penises have already been hard. When we took our clothes off, she told us to sit on the desk and then she stood in front of us. She took our penises in her hands and started massaging them just the way you massaged mine a few minutes ago. Then, she moved her hands away, spat on one hand, and rubbed her vagina with it. She did that one more time and then, she turned her back to me and positioned herself right above my penis. She stood there for a while, and suddenly she jumped and started yelling, "I can't do this, I can't do this…" She got dressed and quickly left the room. So you se mom, we have seen a girl naked, but we still haven't had sex."

I was amazed by this story. I even felt a little turned on by it.

"Boys, have you ever had sex with… animals?"

"What? No auntie, that's gross!"

"No way mom. We've seen it on tape, but we haven't done it."

"Boys… this might be a little awkward but… did you two ever… touch each other?"

"What? No mom, we are boys. We have to touch girls."

I felt relieved with that answer. But still, now was the time to act if I wanted to, now is the time to do something… if I wanted to do anything… I thought about it for a while and hadn't come up with an answer. I decided to empty my mind and act impulsively, let my instinct tell me what to do.

"Boys, have you touched Miss Ilich's breasts?"

"No mom, we haven't."

And then, my instinct told me to do the next thing – I took my T- shirt off. It was dark, and we could barely see each other, but they knew what I've done.




In the Service



He sat in the large easy chair across from me sipping the glass of bourbon, his favorite bourbon, I had poured for him. 

"How did all this start?" 

"You mean, when did I know I was gay?"

"No, well maybe, but when did you start this 'involvement' with the military camp?"

"It wasn't on purpose. I think people intuitively see me as someone to turn to, to trust, and when you have several hundred lonely horny recruits, it's only a matter of time until probability and fate work together."

"As you well know, I ran a sundry, general goods store in the town. It was as sleepy a business as the town until the needs of the War in Europe and then Japan converted the old factory complex into a training camp. A steady flow of hungry and bored recruits wandered the town, giving my business a boost. These men, boys really, were a uniformed herd that cleared my shelves on a frequent basis. They came for snacks, for small comforts the military did not provide and trinkets to send as gifts to distant girlfriends.

"So...how did it start?"

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He tentatively crossed the backyard, hiding behind the hedge, the unused chicken coop and the stand of apple trees. I watched from my kitchen window, wondering who could be approaching my home from the woods, woods that stretched a quarter mile to the next property. He stepped into the light spilling from the window, expectation and fear struggling across his features. I saw no threat there. He withdrew into the shadow as I opened the back door and stepped out onto the porch.

"Hello?" I queried.

Nothing.

"Can I help with something? I saw you come into the yard."

He came forward a step, eyebrows raised in question. It was then I recognized him. He had been in my shop the day before, standing out among the other uniform-clad youths. I recalled his hair was fiery red, freckles on his cheeks, ears that stood out all the more from his freshly cropped head. He was tall and painfully thin yet all these features combined into an oddly attractive whole. His eyes had met mine causing me to realize my gaze had lingered too long. He had blushed fiercely, but still met my eyes. I had turned away trying to hide my embarrassment and made token efforts to be busy behind the counter. Another customer had approached me with a question and I had lost sight of him. 

Now he was standing in my yard. How had he come here? I would not learn the answer until his third visit. For now, he silently clambered up the stairs of the porch and walked past me through the kitchen into the dimly lit parlor. I suppressed my amazement at this brashness, stepping into the kitchen. He reappeared in the doorway, apparently expecting me to follow. I smiled with some amusement and went into the living room. He stood to one side. I heard his breathing, that hollow breathiness of desire and need. I knew what he wanted and understood why he had come.

I approached him, kneeling in front of him in the half light. He stood stock still yet emitted urgency. I reached to unfasten his belt and pants then pulled them to the floor. He made no move. I pulled down his army-issue briefs to expose his already turgid cock. I examined the organ nestled in wiry hair. It was thick, thicker than his wrist, lengthening as I grasped the surprisingly large balls. I enclosed the swelling head with my mouth. He gasped – his first utterance since arriving. He remained motionless, as though innocent of the sexual interaction, letting all responsibility for what was happening fall to me – which I was delighted to assume. I caressed his organ with my tongue, sucking it fully into my mouth, the head just in my throat. I massaged his balls, pulling them down, enjoying their weight and size. I felt one hand on the back of my head, gently increasing pressure as his need intensified, the other clutching the back of a chair for balance. With a grunt from deep in his being, he filled my mouth with his seed. I heard him breath out "Yesssss" as his organ eased, becoming heavy on my tongue. It took several swallows to consume all he had ejaculated. I made noises of pleasure and appreciation, still sucking him to extract another drop. He shuddered and was done.

I rose to get a cloth from the kitchen to dry his cock. My back was to the door when I heard it open and close. He had gone. What an extraordinary experience. I didn't try to make sense of the nighttime visit of a stranger, rather I went to my bedroom and masturbated furiously several times recalling the thrill of his cock in my mouth, his balls in my hands.

Two days passed until I saw him again in the yard. He didn't hide as he had the first night, but walked with some confidence to the porch. I opened the kitchen door for him. He smiled, said nothing and walked past me to the parlor as he had the first night. I followed him, turning off all but one light in the far corner. He was unfastening his belt, urgent to release the growing bulge. I gestured to the large easy chair. "Take you pants off, open your shirt, sit down" I suggested. He complied. I put a few pillows behind him, causing him to sit forward, his balls hanging heavily off the front of the chair. I knelt between his spread legs and devoured his cock, lapped at his balls, ran my hands through the emerging patches of hair on his chest and did my all to please him. Several times I sensed his coming orgasm, I distracted him with pinches of his nipples, compounding his need. I continued until he found enough presence to plead, "Please, let me cum". I fondled and sucked a few minutes more then quickened my sucking and stroking. His hands gripped the arms of the chair and hips thrust forward driving his cock into my throat. I could feel the frantic pulsing as he came and came, the cum shooting down my throat. With a depleted "oh god" he collapsed into the chair.

He sprawled quietly for a time, regaining his breath. I continued tugging on his lovely balls, watching his earlier raging cock subside and lay heavily on his thigh. I felt his heart beat ease and saw consciousness come back into his eyes. He smiled in thanks, stood, dressed and left.

A full week went by before he again appeared in the yard. I had spent every evening since, staring into the yard, hoping to see him. And here he was. This time his walk was almost jaunty. He knew what he had come for, knew he would get it. And he did. The easy chair was again our venue for pleasure. He demanded his orgasm quickly, holding my head and pumping into my mouth until he came. But this time, he didn't get up and leave, he remained in the chair, placing his balls in my hands, and leaned back. "Do me again" he commanded. Ah, the regenerative power of youth. I doubled and tripled my efforts from before, making love to this man's cock and balls, caressing his body finally bringing him to climax after an hour's exertions. His orgasm was enormous, overflowing from my mouth despite my efforts to swallow it all. He smirked with pride at the volume. 

I went into the kitchen to get a towel to clean myself, expecting to hear the door open and close. Instead, I heard the scrape of a chair as he pulled it out to sit down at the table. I turned to see him, dressed, leaning on his elbows, chin in his hands, smiling at me.

"Coffee?" I offered.

"Sure, that would be great" he accepted.

I set a kettle to boil, setting up a drip pot with fresh grounds. 

"That sure is fun" he grinned.

"For me too. I get off on how much you like it."

"I'm gonna miss it. I ship out tomorrow. Wish I had had the courage to come over here sooner."

"How did you know I was here? That I might do this for you?"

"I saw you in the shop, you know Warren's downtown. The way you looked at me that time, I kinda knew."

"That's my shop. A lot of guys from the camp come in. I remember you being there. But how did you know where to find me?"

"I overheard you telling some customer that you lived in the cottage near the river, beyond the woods near the old factory now turned into the camp. I walked in the woods whenever I was blue or homesick just to get away from the base. One time I spotted the cottage and saw you through the window. It took me about twenty times before I actually came into your yard. That's when you spotted me. Boy am I glad."

"So am I. But now you're leaving. Europe?"

"Probably."

"Be careful, bring your lovely self back in one piece."

I leaned across the table to kiss him on the forehead. He accepted meekly.

"Uh, another thing. Can I tell my buddy about you? He kinda figured out I was having a good time the last time when I got back. He said I looked like I'd just gotten laid. I admitted it was probably better than that, so he's real interested in finding out for himself."

I gave my permission to the young man to tell his friend he could stop by, not aware that I would be called upon by a steady stream of men, men who were far from home, lonely and sexually deprived. I don't think I would have refused, even with the knowledge that for the next nearly three years, I'd daily visitors, sometimes several waiting unseen in the woods. I tried to limit myself to two a night, but more than one occasion a hang dog look of desperation, a too cute face or a pronounced bulge got the better of my resolve. Often, that last one was a surprise. All this I would more realize when looking back over those years, unaware at the time. At that moment, watching the young man disappear through the gap in the fence, my mind was wondering what the 'buddy' would be like.

Some days later, I was sitting on my back porch on an unexpectedly warm evening looking to see if anyone would show up. I heard him striding through the underbrush of the wood, not respecting the old trails, but making straight for my home. Even in the half light at a considerable distance I was struck by the refined beauty of my next young man. He must have been beautiful from birth, as a child, and now as a man. Fair skin with a shock of dark hair, refined features and an athletic body. My cock stirred anticipating delights to come. He strode up to the porch.

"Hey, Jim said I should stop by."

"Jim? Is that his name? He never said."

"I'm not surprised, he never talks much. More of an 'action' guy, but I figure you know that, too. I'm Frank, by the way." This offered with a wink.

"Come on in" I invited.

He walked directly into the parlor, I stopped to get a towel in the kitchen. On entering the parlor, I was struck still by the sight of Frank sprawled naked on the easy chair. Where Jim, as I now knew him, had wiry red haired on his crotch and emerging on his chest, Frank had very dark, silky hair framing his cock and lightly arrayed across his upper chest. His cock was thinner but hung long with a distinctive elegance. I sank to my knees eager to please him. 

"Jim told me about the chair. Very comfortable. Want to get started?"

Frank's cock had begun to harden, lengthening still further, plumping nicely as I began to swirl the head with my tongue. 

"Oh yeah man, suck my cock."

I sucked and tongued, working my way down the shaft until I had him wholly in my mouth and in my throat.

Frank cheered, "Yes, my man, take it all. None of my girls ever got near taking all of me. Damn."

I came up for air and again plunged down to the root.

"Easy there, my man, I don't want to blast yet. Work on my balls some."

While nowhere near the size of Jim's, Frank's balls hung loosely and easily fit in my mouth. Frank flailed about in the chair.

"Jeez, I can't stand it, your mouth feels so good on my balls. Suck them too."

I eagerly complied, giving Frank no respite.

"If you want my load, you better start sucking my cock. I'm gonna blow" Frank announced.

I reluctantly released his balls and returned to working his cock with my mouth. A moment later his orgasm erupted sending spurt after spurt into my mouth. A sizeable and very tasty load.

Frank lay back in the chair, smiling broadly. "Yessir, now that's a blowjob. Ol' Jim wasn't lying. In fact that explains a lot."

I looked at him in question.

"Jim, he really struggled through most of the training. That's what the camp is for, specialty training after boot camp. In the last couple of weeks, Jim seemed to get it, really started to shine. I guess something finally relaxed him and he could let things fall into place. He ended up with a commendation and an early posting. I'm stuck here for at least a couple of more months, but I'm thinking it won't be so hard to take now. You up for another round?"

Sometime later, Frank left by the back door, laughing to himself and calling back, "see you tomorrow, alright?" I encouraged his return. He stopped and turned. "Hey, I don't want to be rude, what should I call you?"

"I'm Raif Jameson" I responded.

"Coolio Mr. J. See you tomorrow."

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"I guess Frank wasn't too discrete, word got out?" he asked from the easy chair.

"Word did indeed get out. Frank admitted that he'd been bragging and let only a few close friends know. For a long time, it was just the low level privates stopping by, but one night it was a Drill Sargent coming up my walk. 

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"Are you, uh, Mr. J?"

"Raif Jameson, yes."

"Uh, okay."

"How may I help you?"

"To tell the truth, I really came to see what was happening in the woods. I've seen a lot of my guys sneak off into the woods. Later on, they come back singing and happy, too happy for the way I treat them. I followed one and saw him slip through a gap in the fence. A while later he came back all smiles, not drunk, not high, just satisfied."

"So what can I do for you, Sargent?"

"I don't really go for the girls working nights in the town, if you know what I mean. But I sure could use some companionship, if you know what I mean."

"Come on in, Sargent, I'll see what I can do."

"Nice place you got here" he said, walking through the kitchen and parlor. "What's upstairs?" 

Not waiting for an answer he bounded up the stairs, turning into my bedroom. I took my time, locking the door before climbing the stairs. I was amazed to find that in those few moments, the Sargent had stripped and positioned himself squarely on my bed on all fours, presenting his ass. And what an ass. Taught, lightly furred with a tiny pucker winking with desire. A sizeable cock and tight balls were visible beyond the hairy legs, but the ass was calling me. It had been a while since I had topped a man, my partner had died some years before and we had shared top and bottom duty fairly evenly until his illness. And lately, it had been my tongue and mouth doing most of the work. Still, my cock responded to the temptation. A moment later I was naked and a moment after that I was experiencing the delights of a tight ass squeezing my cock. The Sargent bucked like a bronco, but I held on for the ride.

"Yes, Mr. J., fuck me good."

I did my best, alternating long strokes and short hard pounding until the Sargent bellowed, "Hell yeah, I'm cumming." I came, too.

We lay together for a long time afterward. I enjoyed the manly heat from his burly frame against my body. 

"You know, Mr. J. I can tell which of my men spends time with you. They get a kind of confidence. Why do you think that is?"

"I'm not sure, Sargent. I try to show every man respect. I make a point to enjoy them for whatever special gifts I see in them. I think they respond to affection and admiration. I'm glad it helps them."

"And here I thought it was just getting their rocks off" the Sargent chuckled. "Well Mr. J., I've got to get back to my boys, make sure they're behaving. That was one fine fuck, thank you. See you next week?"

"Any time, Sargent, just make sure the coast is clear. I'll make a practice of turning off the porch light if I'm 'occupied'."

"Thanks for taking care of my boys, Mr. J. And thanks for helping me out too."

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"Did the Sargent come back often?" he asked after another sip of bourbon.

"He became a regular visitor for a while, then he, like all these young men went on to other assignments, most into the heart of the war."

"Anyone else stand out from the crowd?"

"Oh yes. There were a number of stand outs. A couple come readily to mind. One soldier came in, not much more than a lad. He was the most nervous of all. I thought I could hear some of his buddies joking around in the woods, just out of sight. I invited him in, sat him down at the kitchen table, made him some hot chocolate, gave him some cookies and sent him on his way. He seemed relieved in a different way.

Another spent an entire weekend with me."

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I was tidying up some of the vegetable beds in the back yard when a shadow obscured the mid-morning sun. I turned to find a man, a huge man leaning over me. He was blond, broad-shouldered, with arms bulging in his shirt sleeves. I was frightened and wondering how I could escape into the house – not that a locked door could stop this man if he wanted to enter. Just as I was rising from my knees to flee, he turned away from me and began to sob. It was all the more pathetic coming from this hulk of a man. Rather than run, I put my arm around his shoulders. He turned toward me, still deep in emotion, and crushed me to his chest. He held me for some minutes trying to gather himself. 

From inside his embrace I suggested, "Let's go inside and sit down. You can tell me all about it."

He never did speak, though he allowed me to guide him into the house. I could see his heartfelt pain and vulnerability. A blowjob for fun wasn't what he needed. I led him to my bedroom, removed his clothes and lay him on the bed. Naked, all his raw power and strength was revealed. Even shriveled with anguish, his cock was the largest I ever saw. Still sadness enveloped him. I stripped and lay beside him, tentatively wrapping my arms around him. We lay quietly for a time, then suddenly his body became rigid. He threw off my embrace and flung me down on my back. His cock rose up appearing to me to be a fearsome battering ram. He spread my legs and kneeled between them. With more determination than anger, he pressed the massive head into my ass, putting his weight into the thrust. Fortunately I had cleaned myself earlier in the day, using a much lubricated dildo. My body yielded, opening up to him my ass stretched to the limit. He paused only to allow me to shift to accept his full length, well past the turning deep in my ass. And then he began to fuck me. I was fully aroused despite the rigor of the fuck, he tossed me about like a plaything. He pulled me fully onto his cock and began cumming and cumming. The pulsing deep in my ass brought me to orgasm, my cum arcing between our bodies. His cock subsided a little, though he did not withdraw. Rather he turned me away from him and spooned with me, pressing again deep inside me. As we lay quietly, I could feel his heartbeat in his cockhead, seeming to beat next to my own heart.

Through the night he fucked me again and again, repeatedly cumming in great volumes, overfilling me. Each successive fuck became less urgent, more loving. Toward dawn I fell into a deep sleep. The sun was streaming brightly through the windows when I awoke – alone. I heard noises in the kitchen, so slipped on a robe to see if he was still in my house. Indeed it was he, making breakfast, fully naked, but now smiling and at ease. He didn't speak, I wondered if he was mute, rather he set about the business of make the meal and setting it before us. He ate greedily, as did I. He insisted I sit and linger over another cup of coffee while he cleared away and did the dishes. Then he took me by the hand and led me back to bed.

I asked if he would be missed at the base, he shook his head 'no'. "Weekend pass?" He indicated 'yes' then proceeded to massage my entire body, from earlobes to little toe, returning time and again to kiss my cock and balls. My body responded despite the prior night's exertions. He lay down, insisting that I mount him, pulling my cock fully into his ass. His giant organ hardened as I fucked. My body shook with yet another orgasm, my cum long since spent. His cock oozed out another load onto his chest. I fell onto him exhausted. Now he held me, emitting contentment.




In the Service Industry



Dear Readers, please remember that in sex, as in life, things are not always what they seem. Be sure to read the ending(s). 

I decided to leave for the coast after a laughable freshman year in college, and immediately crashed with Keith, an old high school buddy who let me stay with him while I was looking for a job. Since he worked mostly nights as a chauffeur, I was left petty much on my own during the day. I wasn't really worried about finding something -- a job that would at least pay my half of the rent. I'm willing to work. Get along well with people. And I'm pretty good looking; never had trouble getting girls, anyway. I can even play the guitar some. I suppose I had some idea of hooking up with a band, or working in one of the clubs, or maybe doing something in films. I found a couple of part-time gigs as a bartender and worked at a couple of clubs, before I saw the help wanted ad for workers for the Better Western Pool and Lawn Service. 

The money was good and I figured it would get me into some of the those huge fantastic homes in the hills. Then there were all kind of rumors about the "fringe benefits" of being a good-looking pool boy, though I figured that was just talk. Still it didn't hurt to get to rub elbows with some rich folks, and who knows maybe some hot rich bitch might ask Daddy to buy her a boy friend a Porsche? Well, as it turned out, I was half-right.

***

I heard someone call my name and squinted up into the sun to see Portia Crowley in a big straw hat and oversized sunglasses. She was leaning over the deck rail, looking down on me and waving a hand with colorful plastic bracelets looping her slim wrist. This was it! I had been summoned. I took a deep breath and laid down my equipment. On an impulse, I stripped off my T-shirt, slung it rakishly over one shoulder and started to climb towards the big house. Mrs. Crowley's "arrangement" was about to begin. I wondered what I was getting into as I climbed the stairs to that deck. Still, the sun felt good on my shoulders and the breeze on my bare chest. And I couldn't help smiling to myself. Mrs. Crowley was a definite babe, and she made it clear that she liked what she saw when she looked me over. My step quickened with the possibility of sex in the air; more than a possibility, if I played my cards right.

As I got to the top steps I saw them sitting there: four bikini-clad women with their tall iced drinks under the yellow umbrella of a round glass table. These were the friends she mentioned: attractive middle-aged women with lean athletic bodies, the kind who, when they're not out shopping in those little boutiques, are letting themselves be pampered in exclusive spas, or working out with the hands of personal trainers who slide their hands along their slender bodies for a quick feel. Women who are desperate to keep those bodies fit and trim enough to still turn heads when they sauntered by in their skimpy bikinis. Healthy, tanned, trophy wives on display: bored with their lives; neglected by rich husbands. Hubbies busy making deals for the latest blockbuster at some fancy restaurant, to pay attention to the prize they had left alone in their big house with the ocean view. 

I knew the type very well, or at least I thought I did. But then I was only 26 at the time. Carlos, my boss, told me one of those horny Hollywood wives would take one look at me and go for it -- just a matter of time. He said he was cool with that - even a good thing, if it kept the customer happy. Dicking around with the customers was fine -- just not on company time.

***

How right he was! As it turned out, I'd only been on the job for about a month, when Portia Crowley made her move. She invited me in for an iced tea. It was then that she made me the proposition I couldn't refuse. She used to call it our "arrangement." 

We were on her deck overlooking the pool. I was sitting on the chaise lounge admiring her long tanned legs and the nice way her bikini-clad bottom swayed as she strolled into the white house to get us something to drink. She came back with two glasses and settled down on a chaise lounge, casually crossing her long pretty legs.

"Why don't you come over here and sit by me?" She patted the warm cushion beside her. As I sat down, she shifted over, so close that our hips were practically touching. Handing me the cool frosty class, she gave me big smile from behind those sunglasses. I smiled back and quickly lowered my head to find myself gazing on a smooth nicely-tanned thigh that rested only inches from my leg. Then she told me about the arrangement she wanted to make. And as she talked she leaned back, one hand holding the glass, the other slipping down between us to come to rest on my leg just below my cut-offs. I tried not to react to her sudden touch, to act nonchalant, but the slender hand of this beautiful older woman just resting lightly on my bare thigh had sent me tingling. 

She raised her glass in a toast. I was a handsome boy, she said, patting my thigh; she bet I was real stud in bed. She said it in a teasing way, but behind her dark glasses she seemed to be regarding me closely. It was obvious where this was heading; I felt a stir of excitement in my groin. And when I told her I did ok in that department, she grinned, that big sexy, know-it-all grin of hers, and asked if I would be willing to do some "extra" work for her. I would be paid; and paid well. An arrangement -- just between us. 

And when I asked how much she had in mind. I nearly choked on my iced tea. Hell, I would have gladly fucked this beautiful cunt for nothing, but to have that kind of money laid on me...well it was so unbelievable! I couldn't help wondering if there was a catch. So I didn't answer her. Not at first. I played it cool and decided to ask a few questions. Like what exactly was it she wanted me to do for that kind of bread? 

She assured me she was used to paying good money for top quality service. And that was what she expected from me. She wanted me for only a few hours once-a-week. But once set, she expected me to show up on time, clean and neat, and dressed exactly as she wanted to. I was to be available to her, to satisfy her wants, her needs, she added, all-business like now. Did I think I could do that? Satisfy her? I smiled and moved in to kiss her, but she pressed a flattened hand to my chest and pushed me back in no uncertain terms. "Whoa big boy! Not so fast. I'll tell you when, meanwhile there are a few little things we have to get straight first."

Then she told me what she really wanted: to do exactly as I was told. She wanted her orders followed to the letter. Should I be a bad boy, and not follow those orders, I would be punished. And then she gave a sexy smile. Everyone knew bad boys had to be spanked from time to time. It kept them in line, she added looking at me over the tops of her sunglasses, the half-smile widened on her lips. Now it hit me! This chick was into some kind of Dom thing. She wanted me to be something more than her "boy toy." Not really my kind of thing I have to admit, but I thought it over and what I could do with some real money, and I said 'what the hell, why not.' So I nodded and she smiled, and gave me a pat on the thigh. 

And so that was the day I agreed to be Portia Crowley's plaything, and arranged to make her place my last regular stop on Thursday afternoons. By the time I got back with the truck Carlos would be gone for the day.

***

And now I was about to find what Portia meant by our "arrangement."

"Come over here Damon, Don't be shy." 

I moved to the spot on the boards where she indicated, next to her deck chair. The other women looked up but no one said a word, just sat there across the table, quietly sipping their drinks, with little smiles plastered on their faces, watching me as I moved next to Portia's chair. I could feel their eyes taking in my shirtless chest, my flat belly, my thighs and the tight front of my cut-offs. "Oh, but where are my manners. Ladies, this is Damon, my new Pet. Damon, this is Meg, Brie, and Kat. And you may call me...Mistress. Wouldn't that be nice?" She looked up at me...waiting.

"Yes, Mistress." Now I knew I had been right. The bitch was a would-be Dominatrix. Suddenly, I didn't like where this was going.

"Yes, that's right. Now come closer. C'mon now. We won't bite. At least not hard." The women giggled like schoolgirls. Portia's hand came up my blue-jeaned hip, and slid around to pat me on the butt through the tight denim. "Ummm you got a nice body, Pet, you know that? Such a cute butt. Yesss...I'd like to take a little those nice buns of yours." She ran her hand down over the curves then grabbed one cheek to give me a sudden hard squeeze, almost knocking me off balance. Caught off-guard I teetered, and she slung an arm around my waist to steady me and to pull my hips closer to her.

"Let's have a good look at you," she purred, giving her gal pals a wink, with one of those deliciously wicked smiles on her painted lips. "Why don't you take those off, Stud? We wanna see what you're packin'."

I reached down to open my jeans and shoved the cut-offs down my legs leaving me standing on the open deck in my underwear. I almost laughed to see the way the bitches were practically salivating as they eyed up the bulge in the front of my jockey shorts.

"Mmmm...that's better. Now let's just take a look at the goodies you got hidden in there." Her hands came to the front, fingers hooked in the waistband as she rode my jockey shorts down my legs. I shifted uneasily. "No, don't move," she cautioned. " Put your hands up...behind your neck, and stand still, perfectly still." I took up the pose she wanted. Fingers locked behind my neck. My cock, suddenly released to the warm summer breeze, twitched in eager anticipation. A ripple of horniness ran through me as I realized how I must look: standing there, naked, with my underpants down around my ankles. But I kept my head held high, keeping my eyes on the far away ocean, while letting myself be exposed to the eyes of four good-looking women.

She moved closer, her face only inches from my private parts. "oh..my...oh yes...she murmured her approval. "Whaddya think, Girls?" She reached for my cock; lightly brushing her finger tips up my thickening penis, then lifting its semi-hard length on two fingertips, while she examined me.

As instructed, I kept my cool, not moving, looking out over their heads at the ocean, and keeping my face without expression, as though unconcerned, somehow above it all, like one of those models on the catwalk. I tried not to think of what was happening from my waist down where those lovely hands were working their magic on my stirring cock.

She held my manhood between two fingers..testing, lightly squeezing, sampling my firmness. When she suddenly abandoned my cock, I was allowed a brief respite. I took a couple of deep breaths, before her hand was back between my legs this time searching for my balls. "Mmm...Nice ...and big too! I do so love a man with big balls," she crooned, cupping me lightly. She weighed my hairy balls in her cupped hand, fondled me lavishly, rolling my balls in her palm till I couldn't keep quiet any more. A tiny grunt escaped my tightly-pressed lips.

"Yes..very nice," the bitch breathed. "Would you like your Mistress to make that pretty thing of yours all nice and hard, Pet?"

Too distracted to speak, I could only bite my lip and nod. The tension was starting to build. I was panting heavily; my cock clearly on the rise already with all this manipulation, it had grown to a full-fledged erection right in front of the eyes of the four gaping women.

I closed my eyes as I felt her long delicious fingers wrap around my rigid cock, holding my throbbing penis and tightening in her soft cool hand around me. 

"Ah..poor boy...looks like he needs some relief." 

She slowly pulled and stretched my stiffened prick, rubbed her thumb up the underside of the quivering shaft. I could do nothing more than whimper at that. Then the bitch started stroking me in earnest. I groaned, a deep throated groan of pleasure; my hips bucked forward instinctively.

The massive surge of lust that rose up in me sent me staggering. My hands came down to grip the chair. Half bent over her and panting heavily, all I could think of was what that jacking hand was doing to me, as I gritted my teeth. Sensing how close I was, the bitch tightened her fist on me and yanked harder as my hips bucked, meeting the increased rhythm of her jerking hand. 

Without thinking about it I was thrusting back against that pleasuring hand, desperate to make the feelings more intense. She pumped faster. It felt incredible. I struggled to hold on just a little longer. Struggled against the unstoppable rise of pure pleasure. But it was a fight I was destined to lose. 

Even though I practically collapsed on her, she never stopped her furious pumping. She merely ducked under my heaving chest and kept pumping away, determined to bring me off. I threw my head and shoulders back and moaned out loud. Sensing I was so very near the edge, the bitch gave one final vicious yank, and I came with a tremendous, earth-shaking shudder, spewing cum all over place, splattering her chair, the glass table and even her bikini and her thighs 

***

It was on that day that Damon learned what it meant to be the pet of a dominatrix like Portia. For it was not just that she meant for him to perform on command but -- and this was the worst part -- she insisted on humiliating him in the process. She would punish him for breaking the pose without her permission; for decorating her deck and furniture with his sperm, for dripping it all over her thighs and for befouling her expensive swimsuit. 

And so, in front of her fascinated friends, the young man was ordered to clean up his own cum, to bend down and lick the glass table top clean, to crawl around on the deck, naked and on hands and knees. To crawl past his Mistress' legs still licking up every drop that had fallen to the deck, while she reached down to slap his butt repeatedly, calling him her "bad boy." He heard the laughter of women ringing in his ears. And in the end, still on hands and knees, she made him lick every drop of male spendings from her lovely thighs, and even the drops that stained the slick purple swimsuit that spanned her hips.

***

Now there are two endings to the story of Portia and Damon. The one you've just read came to us anonymously in an e-mail from someone named Lady L. Damon however, when asked to respond, maintains that that day had a very different ending. 

He said that he found himself moving as in a dream when he let her parade him around in front of her friends, made him undress for them, played with him in public, and even jacked him off while they all watched. But when she ordered him down on all fours to crawl at her feet like a dog, a strange thing happened. A sense of outrage suddenly came over him. He felt a surge in his loins and a swelling of his cock that grew into a second erection, this one even stiffer, more powerful than the first. 

The healthy young male shook himself and stood up to his full height, his incredibly hard penis standing proudly, quivering in the open air. A deep-seated feeling of pride in his rejuvenated manhood welled up in him, as with a cry of rage he attacked his tormentor. Grabbing the astonished woman by her thick hair, he lifted her to her feet and dragged her shrieking, struggling body before the table, where he forced her to her knees, right in front of her awe-struck friends.

Clamping her bare shoulders to hold her in place, he thrust his hips forward, rubbing his hard throbbing cock all over the woman's twisting face. Then he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and forced the kneeling woman to open her mouth and to accept his ragging manhood. 

The End 



In the Service



I half heard him in the shower, my consciousness dimmed by exhaustion. I next felt his arms around me and his lips on mine and then he was gone. I leapt to the window, only glimpsing him as slipped through the fence on his way toward the camp. 

I never saw him again, never found out what became of him or what had so troubled him. I do know he was able to leave the emotion and anguish behind. He left me as a complete man.

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"Did anyone ever give you trouble?" he asked as I refilled his glass.

"Only one and even that turned out alright in the end."

"Do tell..."

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He was in most ways a typical soldier, young, trim and horny. He came up through the yard, greeted me and asked if he could get some 'head'. I invited him in. He chose to stand as I fellated him. At first he became very hard and seemed to be enjoying my attentions, encouraging me to 'suck that fat cock' and warning about the 'big load' he was going to give me. I had redoubled my efforts when suddenly his erection drooped. He shouted at me 'son of a bitch' and struck me hard across the face, knocking me to the floor. He fled into the yard. I lay on the floor in pain and confused. The blow had loosened some teeth and gave me a black eye that lasted weeks. 

I don't know why he lost it or struck me. I'm confident that with all my experience I was a very good cocksucker. 

With my mouth in some pain and being embarrassed by the black eye, I shunned visitors for a while until one morning I was working in my garden when several of my young men came in a group. Their spokesman approached asking if something was wrong. When I turned they saw the damage to my face. They went crazy, demanding to know who had hit me. Before I could say a word, they knew. I suppose I wasn't the only one to be abused by that soldier. They lived, worked and trained with him and could easily identify who could do this to me. I urged them to let it drop. They marched off as a group toward the camp, determination in every step.

The next day, my soldier assailant was again in my yard. I was startled to see him and even more surprised to hear the whirring of my push mower. He had nearly finished the yard. The edges of the walk had been trimmed and my vegetable garden was freshly weeded and hoed. When he saw me he stopped and sheepishly approached the porch where I was standing.

"I'm really sorry" he said, face downturned. "Sometimes I just snap and strike out, even if who I'm mad at isn't the one I hit."

When he raised his face to look at me I saw bruises and a black eye to match my own. His face was all contrition despite the markings.

"Yeah, the guys let me know I'd fucked up. Is there anything else I can do to apologize?" 

"Just find out what drives you crazy and find a way to deal with your anger. You'll never be able to accept affection or return it until you do. I know you guys are in training for war, but when it's over, I wish you to have a fulfilling, peaceful life – with all the love and pleasure you deserve. Now how about some lemonade. You've been working hard."

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"Did you ever do him again?" he asked.

"Oh yes, and he returned the favor many times. It seems he had more need to suck cock than he had been prepared to acknowledge, probably why he acted out. I got him straightened out in a couple of ways.

"Is that all the special ones? You mentioned the lad and the giant. Anyone else come to mind?"

"You know very well there was another."

"I still like to hear about it from you."

"At this point, I'm feeling quite slutty reciting my sordid history of sexual conquests."

"I rather think of it as an artist developing all the skill and talent required for his master work."

"You would think that, though I can't deny it.

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It was in the last year of the war. The camp was reducing the number of trainees as an end of the war was expected and all effort was being made on both fronts. I was sitting on my front porch in the late afternoon catching up on the latest war news in the paper. A large, official car pulled up to the house. My nearest neighbors are at some distance, so there could be no mistake that the visit was intended for me. A driver exited the car and came up the walk to address me.

"Are you available to speak with the colonel?"

"Whatever for?"

"I don't know sir. He wants to meet with you."

"Yes, I will see him."

The driver returned to the car, opening the rear door. The man that emerged took my breath away. Tall, distinguished, trim, pressed, tightly shaved yet dark with an irrepressable beard, a man who commanded respect. He approached the walk, turned smartly and proceeded to the porch steps.

"Mr. Jameson?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to have a word, in private."

I held open the front door for him to enter, catching the masculine scent of man and aftershave as he passed. He entered the parlor and sat in the easy chair as if by right. I sat across from him on the sofa, wondering and fearing what this visit must mean.

"As commander of the camp, nothing evades my attention. I am responsible for every aspect of these soldier's lives. For some time I have been aware that many of my men have taken advantage of what might be called 'services' provided by you, Mr. Jameson. I'm not referring to those who frequent your store in the town, but rather those who visit you in your home."

Fear rose in my throat.

"In time of war, many things that are otherwise unacceptable go unnoticed. And it's a damn shame, damned shame. My soldiers, hell the entire US Army owes you debt of gratitude. Most of the town resented their presence, yet you offered the best kind of comfort, what the men needed. They benefited from your attentions, but more by your acceptance and kindness. I'd like to shake your hand."

He rose and crossed the room to me. I was dumbstruck, fearing being persecuted for crime yet instead being honored. I couldn't help noticing the heavy weight distorting the immaculate creases of his trousers as he walked. He grasped my hand tightly, gave it a crisp shake and returned to the easy chair.

He began again, "Now, I was wondering if I might, uh, experience, uh, some of what my men came to enjoy so much."

I hoped I wasn't drooling from my mouth, I surely was drooling from my cock. "I'd like that very much, Colonel." He smiled at me for the first time since his arrival, revealing his desire, even as the growing bulge in trousers revealed it more. He ceremoniously removed his jacket and tie, folding them. Socks and shoes followed. He removed his shirt exposing a heavy mat of dark hair across his chest, trailing down into his trousers. These came off next leaving only his briefs to poorly conceal his cock and balls. Here before me was a man in full maturity, expressing masculinity and confidence.

I knelt down in front of him as he removed his boxers, eye level with his cock and balls. Partially engorged, his cock hung fat and heavy over large, luxurious, hairy balls. This cock called to be serviced, patiently waiting to be pleasured. I opened my mouth wide to begin my dutiful worship. The head alone was heavy on my tongue. I sucked it. His cock hardened slowly, veins beginning to stand out along its length. As I tongued, sucked and swirled, it pushed toward then down my throat, pushing aside any obstacle, still growing. I had to pull back for air, shocked by the tremendous organ that emerged from my mouth. I paused to behold the object of my worship. It was nearly as large as that of my blond giant, more rugged than that of the elegant Frank. His balls exceeded even those of red Jim in size and evident fecundity. These genitals captured the best aspects of the many I had serviced. The head pulsed and swelled demanding my return to duty. I complied.

The Colonel sank into the easy chair, his cock pushing toward me. I applied every technique I had accumulated to pleasure him. I could feel his body relaxing as his cock grew harder. He reserved praise for moments of ecstasy, though rewarded me with soft moans as I delighted him.

His cock head swelled further, warning me of his approaching orgasm. I worked to draw it out of him. Suddenly, he pushed me away from his raging cock. I was shocked, dismayed that I had not satisfied him and would not receive my reward. But I had misunderstood his action. Now he drew me up to embrace me, kissing me fully on the lips, holding me to his chest, his cock still rock hard between us. 

"Raif, you are amazing. This is pleasure beyond my imagining. And yet, I want more from you. I don't want you to service me. I want you to make love to me. Do you understand?"

His meaning came to me in a flood. My heart opened and my desire to serve and give pleasure grew to become a celebration of this my lover's masculinity. I returned to loving this man's cock and balls. My technique didn't change, but my joy in the act raised his pleasure to another sphere. We rode the wave of sensation as time seemed to stand still. His first spurt came as a surprise, thick, rich and voluminous. The next was a blast filling my mouth and throat. He pressed forward as I dove down, taking him fully into my throat in time for the next ejaculations. I could feel my stomach filling. Past the height of orgasm, I pulled back to accept more pulses into my mouth, overflowing with cum. I savored and swallowed, tonguing his slit in hopes for more of his semen. A second, gentler wave of orgasm answering my wish. I suckled on his cock, massaging his balls in tribute to his gift to me.

"Raif, take me to your bed" the Colonel requested rather than ordered.

"What about your driver?" I asked worried for the Colonel and me.

"He left a while ago and will come back when I call. Though I may choose to walk through the woods now that I know their enchantment." 

I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. He shed his shirt and came to help remove my clothing. I lay on the bed, not sure what he desired though knowing it would be my desire. He stood over me, his luxuriant cock beginning to stiffen again. My ass trembled with anticipation. I reached into the bedside table for some lubricant, applying it to his ever hardening cock. It felt larger in my hand than it had in my mouth. 

"Raif, do you want this?" he asked sincerely.

"Yes, dammit, yes, fuck me Colonel."

He climbed onto the bed between my knees, grasping my legs, lifting me and drawing me nearer his cock. The fat head was hot and slick with precum as it began to spread my hole. I was silently thankful for my blond giant, proving to me that I could open to such a cock and be taken to joyful pleasure. I desired the Colonel even more, savoring the hardness that continued to stretch me open. He pushed into me slowly, so slowly yet not stopping. My body yielded to him, conforming to his cock. My ass was alight with sensation, my own cock surely as hard as his. Tension built throughout my body as he continued to enter me until at last I felt his pubes on my ass. There he stopped. 

I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me. "Are you okay, Raif?"

I couldn't speak, it felt as if his cock had penetrated me and was in my throat. I pleaded with my eyes for him to continue. He smiled broadly and began to fuck. Easy, short strokes at first then building, building into an all out frantic fuck. His body clenched as his orgasm neared, I felt his cock head flare and swell during the last strokes. With a roar he plunged into me, releasing his very being through his climax. He pressed deeper into me as his orgasm came spurt after spurt, burrowing into my ass. 

"Sorry my love," he said softly, "I got too excited. I didn't mean to be unkind."

I didn't understand his words, he hadn't been unkind. He had given me his very essence, fully without reserve. I treasured the feeling of his still fat cock spreading me, the feel of his cum oozing throughout the interior of my body.

He gently lowered himself onto me, nuzzling my neck. My own cock raged hard between us. He made gentle movements with his torso, teasing my cock with the pressure and the hair on his stomach. He gasped and pushed a little deeper into me. I felt the pulses of after-orgasm, releasing the last of his cum. 

He laughed gently, delighted with his completed orgasm. Slowly he withdrew his cock. As long as it had taken to penetrate me, he pulled out more slowly yet. His cock had become a part of me. My body ached for him to remain. I shuddered as my ass was again overwhelmed with the sensation of absence of him. 

Yet he was not gone. He lay beside me, kissing me, caressing me. His placed his hand on my cock, gently rubbing the underside of the head with his thumb. He bent over me, placing a single kiss on my cock head when I began to cum. My entire body convulsed with orgasm, most especially my recently vacated ass. The cum shot everywhere, some landing on my own face, much on the Colonel's face and chest. He pumped my cock for more, laughing gleefully. It ended with a sticky kiss, cum dripping from his face onto mine. I was done.

I woke to his touch, he softly dabbed at the pools of cum on my body. I marveled at his hairy torso as he leaned over me. I could not resist reaching out to touch his cock and balls as they hung just within my reach. He lowered his balls into my hand, their weight somehow comforting to me. For the moment satisfied, his cock still felt hot against my hand.

"Will you come again?" I asked somewhat fearfully.

"Not today, dear one. I don't have anything left" he smirked. "I will be back, if you'll have me."

He did return many times over the next few months. Our encounters grew in intensity and affection. At the same time the population of the camp dwindled. I had no more young soldiers coming to be serviced. I was a little sad, yet had the Colonel all the more frequently as his duties at the camp also declined.

Then one day he came, not his usual confident, masculine self. He wore sadness on his sleeve. We lay together in my bed, touching, feeling arousal mount, yet his usual urgency lagged. After a gentle kiss, he began, "Dear one, I've been assigned to Europe. I leave Monday."

I should not have been surprised. For the first time in my life I felt pain in my heart. He pulled me to his chest, holding me tightly. 

"Can you forgive me?"

I did not answer with words, rather I began to make love to this man with all my being. I spared him not a moment, not a sensation. I made love to him to last a lifetime and he returned the same to me. 

Early Monday morning I released the desiccated husk that had once been the Colonel back to the army. If they were surprised that the once robust Colonel was this diminished creature, I was confident he would return to his former self soon. In the meantime, I held the image of my absolutely loved lover in my mind.

In our final moment together, he stood on my threshold, pausing to kiss me. "I won't be able to write, they censor everything and I'd never be able to conceal my thoughts of you."

"I suppose I cannot write to you, either. You could be exposed. It would ruin your career, maybe even jail."

"Good bye, Raif." With that he stumbled out my back door and off into the woods. My heart was too full of his love to break.

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"Did you ever see him again?" he teased.

"You know very well I did."

"What did you do after he left, after the camp shut down?

"With the camp closed, the town lapsed into an even sleepier form of itself with most of the young men gone to war. My store had prospered with the population explosion of soldiers. Now my stock gathered dust. I wasn't in financial distress, my partner had left me the building and several others providing me with income from the rentals. So closed the store and retreated to my now very lonely cottage."

How did you come to have the house and business anyway? You're a young guy.

"You want the whole story?"

"Might as well tell all. I don't think you can shock me after all you've already shared."

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My father died when I was young. My mother remarried to a nice enough man, though I think he was more interested in the family farm than Mom. He treated me alright, so I had no complaints. My mother's death when I was 18. I had no reason to stay with my step-father on the farm, nothing to expect from him. The Depression had pretty much ruined any value. So I hit the road.

I wandered among the other displaced people for several months. Passing through this town and try to bum a job from Mr. Warren. He hired me and let me sleep in the back room. It was the first time I had a roof over my head for more than one night since I left the farm.

"What are you going to do about getting something to eat?" He asked me at the close of business one day.

"I don't know. Sometimes the churches have a soup kitchen. I've done pretty well there."

"Come on home with me. My housekeeper leaves a nice meal. It's always too much for me. You come and share it with me."

"Okay. Why not?"

He drove me home in his car. It was a nice little cottage, isolated, down by the river. Quiet place. I didn't know then that it would become my home. While we were having dinner, a big summer storm blew up. It rained as hard as I've ever seen it. We stood side-by-side at the front window staring out as the river as it rose. The cottage is on a little hill, so not in any danger, but the road soon disappeared under the rushing water.

He looked at me and said, "It looks like you're staying."

I shrugged my shoulders in acceptance. We sat in his parlor listening to the radio. He stood up, saying, "might as well head to bed. The bad news is I tossed out the spare bedroom set last year. Squirrels had gotten in through the chimney and chewed it all up. The divan isn't any good for sleeping – being one of the Victorian variety. I guess you'll have to bunk in with me."

I stayed in my chair, wondering what to do. He went ahead of me up the stairs. I waited a while and followed. He was already under the sheets and looked like he was asleep. I only had one pair of pants and a couple of shirts, so always slept in the raw. It was hot that night, despite the storm. I didn't want to wreck my pants any more than they already were, so I pulled of my shirt and shucked my pants and got into the bed.

That's how it started. Nothing demanded or expected, just two men together by chance offering a little comfort in a lonely world. As I mentioned he was a fair bit older than I, but all the parts worked okay. Our time together was nothing like I've known since the military camp came to town. I think the town knew about us, it is small place. No one seemed to mind much. They liked him. He was from an old family. I imagine they thought I'd drift along any time. 

I missed him when he died. He treated me well. He left me well fixed financially, this house, some vacant lots and the whole bottom land by the river. Nobody wanted that anyway, he had told me. When he bought the cottage, the seller threw it in just to be done with it.

Now I was alone, like he had been. I might have taken up with someone if there'd been anyone to take up with. Almost all the young men had gone to war and I'd never had much interest in girls, nor they in me. Mr. Warren's housekeeper stayed on a while, but she died. I could take of myself, so I ran the store in the daytime and sat here in the evenings until that day when Jim the Red arrived. The whirlwind lasted almost three years, the camp shut down and the Colonel left too. And I was back to be alone. I didn't even have the store to run. The grocer rented space from me, so didn't mind delivering them once a week. For months on end he was the only one I saw. I wasn't a hermit, I just had no reason to go anywhere. 




In the Service



One day in late spring, I was sitting on my front porch staring at the passing river when a late model car, gleaming in the afternoon light pulled up in front of my house. I figured they had to be lost. I stood to offer directions, when a man stepped out of the car. He approached the walk, turned smartly and marched up to the porch steps. 

"Hey stranger, remember me?"

My eyes filled with tears, my heart was in my throat, I couldn't speak.

"Mind if I come in?" he said politely as he climbed the stairs and walked passed me into the cottage. 

I was still standing there like a statue.

He poked his head out the door, "You coming in? We have a lot of catching up to do."

I followed his beckoning finger, then up the stairs and began making up for the lost years. In the late morning the next day, we lay together, mere desiccated husks, he turned to me, "I missed you every day, every minute. I couldn't write. Everything was censored. If they had gotten a hint of who my sweetheart was, I'd have been kicked out and probably go to prison. I'm sorry."

"I didn't know if I'd ever see you again. You're here now. How long can you stay?"

"That's kind of the point. My mom, well she married some guy from Illinois, sold our house and moved with him. My brother has a car dealership in the next county, but he has a family. Hell, I'm thirty-five years old and I've got nowhere to go."

"Yes, you do. You're in it."

"You might think differently when you find out I don't have a job."

"Why? Someone once took me in."

"You were a kid."

"Not exactly."

"It doesn't matter, we'll work it out. What did you do before the war?"

"I was working my way up to foreman on a construction crew."

"I read in the paper that there were plans for a housing development for all the GI's and their families. I'll bet you could get a job. You do have an authoritative air."

And so it went. He easily got a job supervising a construction crew. The town remembered him as the Colonel and went out of their way to show respect for his role in the war. That he lived with me wasn't really discussed. Sometimes small towns can be kind.

It wasn't long before a developer convinced the Colonel to open his own construction business. We settled into a nice life together. I looked forward to his big pickup coming home in the evenings, quiet dinners, walks along the paths in the woods or along the river and most of all our time in bed. I never really thought about all those young men who had passed through my life. I had the perfect man every day.

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"I do believe you are sincere."

"You know that I am."

"Do you want to, you know..."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"I have to ask?"

"Shut up and get in bed, Colonel."

"Yes, dear."