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Private Goes Public

By: Scorpio44



[This story includes lots of cunnilingus, some coitus and some fellatio. One small bit of anal non-consent. And, the consequences of beliefs that some people have. The story is the outgrowth of a conversation I heard four men having over lunch in a sports bar. It is fiction. The attitudes are real.]

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For the last eight years I've held the belief that I was a regular guy. I have a regular job, not an executive and not a peon. I get a good paycheck every two weeks and my wife and I have a tract home in a nice, regular neighborhood. We each work and when we aren't working, we have fun.

About the only thing out-of-the-ordinary is that we don't have any kids. We certainly have made the effort often enough to have started something cooking if there was heat in the oven. In our third year of marriage we went for testing and discovered that I make about one one-hundredth the number of sperm that most men make and mine don't swim very well. Most of them drown on the way to the goal. Marcie has only one ovary and it pops an egg out about three times a year. I think those eggs have shells on them. The doctors let us know the odds of us making babies were so low that if it happened we should expect a visit from an angel.

Marcie cried and we were both pretty bummed for months after we got the news. It's a shot to the ego to find out that kind of news. But, a few months later, one of the couples we know had a baby with lots of problems and our sadness turned to gratitude. Not having those kinds of problems is a blessing. In the last three years we've talked about adopting, but never seriously enough to actually set the process in motion.

We thought we had normal lives. We thought most of the couples we knew had marriages a lot like ours. Because of my work in energy research my circle of colleagues was small. Most of them are very technical thinkers and not too social. Marcie works at a middle school, in the office and has a very social group of friends from work.

We take three trips a year. Around Christmas we go somewhere warm. At the beginning of summer we go somewhere with lots of sunshine and water and at the end of summer or early Fall we go visit our parents. As I write this the beginning of summer trip has been over for three weeks.

We went on a road trip with some friends. Actually, we wanted them as friends and thought a camping trip might help. The group is the four women. They work at the same school. Somehow they planned the trip, attempting to include lots of activities the men would like. We rented motor homes and planned to travel from Yellowstone up into Canada as far north as Jasper and as far west as Vancouver before heading back and turning in the motor homes. We reserved two motor homes with two couples in each. The ladies found places for us to hike, swim, boat, fish and maybe take a white water raft trip. 

We picked up the RV's on Friday afternoon and spent the evening loading them for the trip. Both RV's came to our home as we had a good sized parking lot next to our apartment building. I helped get things stowed away. Marcie and Pat had lists of things we needed to make sure we had inside the RV's before we left. I met Pat, Sarah and Ann during the packing. I heard a lot about their husbands. Not all of what I heard was good.

Marcie asked Ann where Carl was. She made a face and said, "He needed to stay a little late at work. That always happens just before a vacation. That way all the packing is up to me."

Sarah said she didn't think Bill had any idea what it took to go anywhere. They had been married seven years and he had never packed for anything. Pat just nodded and kept working.

I bought blocks of ice for the two big ice chests, loaded them with beverages and used bungees to strap them down so they wouldn't slide around while we were on the road. 

At about seven the husbands arrived and so did the guy from the pizza delivery place. The husbands looked at the two RV's and gave their approval to the packing job the wives had done. I noticed the wives served the husbands their pizza, opened their beers and cleaned up after their husbands were finished. Frank, Pat's husband said he thought it would be good if he and Pat slept in one RV and in the morning drove over and picked up one of the other couples. Marcie and I would take the other RV and pick up the other couple. 

That idea flew and two couples drove home while Frank and Pat spent the night in an RV. Early the next morning we were up. Marcie made a big thermos of coffee and gave Frank and Pat a mug each. Then we were off, agreeing to meet at the rest stop about twelve miles north of our homes.

During the days we swapped seats a lot, making sure we all rode with every other couple. We had sort-of planned for the men driving and the women cooking all the meals that were cooked inside. The guys would do the outdoor grilling.

I thought it was a great trip at the beginning. I started as driver of motor home number 821. Each motor home had a number painted on it, otherwise they were the same. The first driving day we were joined in the RV by Bill and Sarah. I drove all that first day. About once an hour or hour and a half the other three would shift around and the shotgun seat would have someone new in it. When we stopped for lunch everyone from both RV's gathered at picnic tables we found at rest stops or city parks. We had two-way radios so we could stay in communication.

We discovered when we stopped the first night that privacy was almost impossible. The bed up over the driving seat was only about ten feet from the bed at the back of the RV. There was a curtain that could be drawn between the two sleeping areas but any moving around or noise was shared.

We discovered this the first night when Bill decided he wanted to have sex with Sarah. They had the bed at the back of the RV. We had gotten in bed and the RV started a rocking motion. Marcie held on to me and whispered, "Is it an earthquake?"

"No. It's lasting too long." I opened the curtain a little and saw Bill's pajamas between Sarah's legs. The pose told me they were screwing. I held the curtain so Marcie could see what was causing the motion. 

When I closed the curtain Marcie stripped off her panties and opened her legs for me. Two or three strokes and I was in a motion that matched Bill's and the RV was rockin! Bill tends to bellow when he cums. We were parked ten feet from the RV driven by Frank and a short time after Bill bellowed we heard another bellow from that RV. Marcie started laughing. Sarah laughed and in two seconds we were all laughing. I kept stroking and when I came I did my best imitation of a bear. That got us laughing again. Eventually we did go to sleep.

The community breakfast was going well until Sarah asked Ann, "Did you hear the bears in the campground last night?" It was a mean question to ask. Ann was taking a drink of orange juice when Sarah asked and Ann sprayed her husband with a mouthful of juice when she laughed. All of us laughed.

Ann and Carl rode with us for the morning. We got to know them better and had fun. I did notice that Carl acted like Ann was his personal servant. He was sitting shotgun, all of ten feet from either the fridge or ice chests and he asked Ann to bring him a beverage twice during the morning. He interrupted what Ann and Marcie were doing both times. She got him a can, opened it, wrapped it in a paper napkin and handed it to him. He didn't say "Thanks" either time.

After lunch Carl and Ann went to the other RV and Frank and Pat came with us. Pat and Marcie talked on the radio with the women in the other RV while Frank and I sat up front. I had driven the morning so Frank drove the afternoon shift. Pat and Marcie worked out a plan for who was doing which meals for all of us. By the time we stopped for dinner they had a menu and assignments for the rest of the trip. 

The next day we didn't drive. We stayed camped in one spot and did some hiking and enjoying the outdoors. From our campground there were plenty of hiking trails so we all didn't go on the same trail. Marcie and I hiked with Frank and his wife Pat. They were the oldest of our group. Frank was three years older than me. We hiked about an hour then sat on a fallen tree to rest. As we rested we heard a bellow from quite a distance. We looked at each other and Frank said, "Sounds like Bill." We laughed. When I stood up to start walking again Marcie said, "It sounded like bragging to me."

Pat said, "Or maybe a challenge?" She unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the ground. Frank watched her do it and his hands went to the belt of his hiking shorts. Pat stripped everything off but her boots and leaned back on the fallen tree. Frank wasted no time in sending his body into connection with hers. 

I froze and watched them for a few seconds. Marcie called my name. I looked and she was standing by a different fallen tree, naked but for her boots and her hand was holding her lower lips open for me. I looked back at Frank and Pat, realized they didn't care if we did it too, so I stripped and accepted Marcie's invitation. Before either Frank or I completed the challenge we heard another bellow, from our distant friends.

"I'm so close Pat! Squeeze me! Yes, here it comes!" Frank leaned back and yelled as loud as he could. Pat had her legs wrapped around him and she screamed in her orgasm as Frank filled her.

I looked back at Marcie and she screamed, "Fuck me hard! Fill me up!" I pumped hard and we used our hands and her legs to help slam us together. "Blow my ass off with your spunk, Pete! Give it to me! I'm cumming!!" I followed Frank's example and leaned back as I shoved my cock in as deep as it would go. I bellowed and Marcie screamed!

When my balls were empty and my cock wilting I pulled back a little and felt my cock slip out of Marcie. "God, Babe, that was incredible! Thanks."

She responded, "That was the best! I just love being outdoors!" She got off the log and dropped down onto her knees. In one swift move she captured my cock and cleaned it with her mouth. I looked over at our hiking companions and they were dressed again, watching us. When Marcie stood back up I noticed something white drip out of her and land on the pine needles between her feet.

I picked her up and put her back on the log. "I don't want you leaving a trail on the trail." I said as I bent to her pussy and drank in all our combined cream. She held my face against her pussy and I did my best to make sure she gave me everything she had inside. She screamed twice while I ate her. Finally she said, "Honey, stop! I'm too sensitive!" I stopped and helped her off the log.

Frank and Pat were dressed and the look on their faces was shock. We dressed and started the hike back to the RV's. Frank hiked near me and the girls lagged behind.

"I guess they want to talk." Frank said.

"Making plans or something." I added.

"I can't believe we just did that." Frank said. "It was so weird."

I assumed he meant because we were outdoors or because we watched each other.

When we got back Ann and Sarah were filling the area with the smells of good food. The men got out our maps and books and planned our next stop. We decided to stop at a lake, rent boats and explore the lake that way. We would stay overnight there for one night and head up into Canada.

That night we had different people in the RV with us. Ann and Carl. Carl is huge. He played for Michigan State as a tackle about six or seven years ago. He hung off the end of the small RV bed. We had the upper bunk again. There was no way Carl would have fit up there. I got in bed first. Marcie got in with me, closed the curtains and stripped off her t-shirt and panties. Then she surprised me, she parted the curtain and looked out at Ann and Carl. I looked over her shoulder.

As big as Carl was I expected to see the schlong from a porno film. I expected it to be long, fat and have a head like an apple. I smiled when I saw that as big as he was his package wasn't any bigger, longer or fatter than mine. Marcie closed the curtain and whispered, "I loved it when you ate me in the woods."

I got the hint and started moving towards a replay. She stopped me. "Fill me up first." Oral sex was better for both of us after. She stroked me and guided my cock into her. I kissed her face as we slowly melded together and she softly said, "Pat said Frank has never eaten her. She came while she watched you do it to me."

My juices were building up pressure quickly. Remembering our play in the forest and knowing that Pat watched me eating Marcie was so exciting. 

"Fill me, stud! Make all the other women envy me!" She was whispering close to my ear and I was thrusting deep into her. I shifted just enough that I could keep thrusting and reach her clit with my thumb. It didn't take long and I could feel her starting to surrender to the feelings.

Her back arched and her pussy clenched. I shoved in hard and we bellowed and screamed together. I quickly pulled out and slid down so my face pressed against her swollen pussy. I closed my eyes and ate her. She lifted her legs and spread wide to open herself to me.

What I didn't notice was Carl and Ann pulling the curtain open and standing there, less than two feet away from us, watching. Marcie came again and rather than screaming out loud again she covered her face with a pillow. It muffled the sound some. I kept eating. I love the taste of Marcie and I love the taste of us. I love the feeling of power I feel when she shudders and surrenders to me.

Ann and Carl slowly closed the curtain and went back to their bed. Marcie and I slept well.

In the morning Marcie went out and brought me some orange juice and coffee. She was bubbling and excited. I asked her what that was all about.

"I'm outdoors, we're having wonderful sex and my friends envy us."

"What are you talking about?"

"Not one man on this trip is willing to eat his woman, except you. You are the only one! Did you know Ann and Carl watched you do it last night?"

"No!"

"Ann is mad at Carl because he won't do it."

"Shit! I don't want the men all pissed at me."

"Stop worrying! By the end of the week they'll all be eating their wives and happy about it."

"I hope you're right." I got up and dressed. When it was time to get on the road again the seating arrangements shifted again. We had been traveling as couples. Marcie was always in the same RV with me. This time one RV had four wives in it, Marcie being one of them. The other RV had the four husbands of the four wives in it. Carl drove that RV.

We were not more that five miles down the road when Carl said, "Why do you suck your own cum out of Marcie?" He made a face as he asked.

"She likes it. She cums so easily when I do it. I get to feel powerful. She surrenders herself to me."

"But, it's disgusting!" Frank said.

"You let your wife swallow your stuff when she blows you?" I asked.

"Yeah, but that's different."

"I don't see how. Do you ever eat pussy?"

"No! There's something wrong about that."

"Wait a minute. None of you has ever eaten your wife?"

Carl was driving and he looked over at me like I was insane to even ask. He swerved back into his lane and didn't say anything. It was quiet for a long time in the RV.

Finally Frank spoke up. "I want you to stop."

Carl started to slow down. Frank said, "Not you Carl. Pete. I want him to stop eating pussy."

"That's crazy."

"No, it isn't. If you keep eating her and she keeps screaming four or five times a night our wives will never stop bugging us. If you stop, things will get back to normal."

"So, when Marcie asks me to eat her, what should I say, 'No, Honey, I can't because Frank doesn't want me to."

"I don't give a shit what you tell her, just don't eat her." Carl said.

"And," Bill said, speaking for the first time, "If she asks what we talked about in here tell her we talked about baseball. Not about eating pussy!"

"You want me to stop eating pussy and you want me to lie?"

"Do you think the Cubs have a shot this year?" Bill asked.

Frank answered, "They may, if the Diamondbacks falter a little."

Bill said, "We just talked about baseball. It won't be a lie."

I sat back and thought. When we stopped for lunch the boys were all smiles and laughter. I noticed they didn't help prepare lunch or clean up. I tossed my plate and Marcie's in the trash and got a strange look from Frank. Marcie asked me if I knew where her other sunglasses were. We went to find them. Once we were in RV number 821 she whispered to me, "We need to take a short walk. I need to talk to you."

"Ok." I found the sunglasses and we went back to the group and ate sandwiches. After lunch I walked away from the parking lot with the keys to 821 in my pocket. I didn't trust them any more. Marcie walked with me and softly said, "Pat is sneaky. She knew something was up and she hid one of the radios in the RV with all you men. As we rode we listened. They know all about the plan. I'm not sure what we can do."

"For now, no screaming. We'll go back and load up. I'll think while we travel and maybe I can think of something. You see what you can think of."

We went back and ten minutes later we were back on the road. John drove the men's group. I sat in the dining area. The men talked about baseball, work, money and about a movie or two. I didn't say much.

We got to the lake and found a small camping area that was just big enough for our group. We set up camp and I saw on the chart that Marcie and Ann were the ones on the list to make dinner. Everyone else scattered to explore and have fun. They were to be back by seven-thirty. I stayed and helped.

We didn't say anything about the problem while we made dinner. When the camp area had been just us for a while Marcie said, "We have a solution. I can't say anything until after breakfast tomorrow morning. It's gonna be Ok."

"Ok. I'll wait." We finished making dinner. At seven-thirty we served dinner and listened to people talk about what they discovered as the explored. Frank and Carl announced a fishing trip for the next day. They had reserved a boat and were going fishing after breakfast. Pat and Sarah announced they had found a bus that would take them to see fields of wild flowers. They invited Marcie and Ann to go with them. Bill asked me if I was interested in fishing or a hike. I asked if I could wait until morning to decide. He knew there were plenty of boats so waiting wasn't a problem.

After dinner Pat said she wanted to take a walk along the edge of the lake until it was pretty dark. I said I would stay behind and when it got dark enough I'd turn on the lights of an RV to guide the walkers back home.

Frank went with Pat on the walk. Carl, Bill and their wives walked to the boat rental place and looked at the boats. Marcie went with them. When it was dark enough I started the RV and turned on the lights. It wasn't too long before everyone was back. We made a fire in a fire pit. Sarah got out her guitar and we sang songs until nearly midnight. Near midnight people started wandering towards bed. Marcie and I were about the last to head for bed.

In our upper bunk Marcie kept her t-shirt on. She snuggled close and whispered in my ear. "Can you go one night without doing me?"

"If I have to."

As I lay there holding Marcie I realized I hadn't heard a bellow. The game had changed. I fell asleep wondering what the next day would bring.

The noise of Ann, Sarah and Pat making breakfast woke us. It was before seven. Carl was watching Ann tending the bacon, Frank was sipping coffee and Sarah was doing eggs and pancakes. The tables were already set. Marcie and I dressed and went outside. Pat gave me a cup of fresh coffee and gave one to Marcie. As each person came to breakfast they were met with coffee.


Private Goes Public



As soon as everyone was sitting down and eating Pat stood up and clinked a fork on a metal plate. "There is a conversation I want to have with all of you. When this trip started there was an event the first night that sort of set a tone for some fun. Someone had sex that night and he bellowed when he came, like a caveman announcing his territory. He wasn't the only one announcing his conquest." Some finger pointing followed her statement. Pat continued, "The next day we went hiking. On the hike more bellows and screams were heard. Rumors went around that someone in our group had eaten his wife during the hike." Heads turned but no one pointed. "I asked my husband to treat me like that. He turned me down. He said it was nasty and that real men don't do that." Frank looked embarrassed but didn't argue or refute what Pat was saying.

"Carl said the same thing after we watched Pete eat Marcie." Ann said. "He told me no real man would ever do that."

"Why are you bringing this up?" Bill asked. He looked anxious.

"Because I want to know, am I wasting my time thinking there is any hope of having a husband who will eat me to four orgasms. I want to know if Pete is really a freak and that none of the rest of you men will do it, ever, no matter what?"

Frank said, "I'm never doing it. Ever."

Carl said, "I'm never doing it! I never have done it and I'm not gonna start!"

Bill said, "Count me in."

Ann spoke up, looking at her husband, "There could be consequences, you know that, don't you?"

"Like what?"

"Like you, never getting another blow job."

Pat said, "Like sex is over. Like I hope you have a good memory because you've seen the last of my pussy." She was looking right at her husband.

"You might just end up with your ass in the street!" Frank said.

"Maybe and maybe not. I just want you to think about the consequences of whatever you say. This is not an idle conversation."

Frank stood up and said, "I'm going fishing." He walked away. Carl and Bill followed. 

Pat sat down. "I guess we found out a couple things this morning." She said.

"Which couple?" Marcie asked.

"Frank is a hundred percent sure that I'm a wimp and he doesn't think I'm serious."

"Carl is just like him."

"That's one thing. What's the other?" I asked. 

"The other is that Frank just talked himself into a divorce! I've had enough."

"Whoa" I said. "Yesterday they were angry with me. Now they hate me. I thought you had an idea about what to do. Your idea just made it worse."

"You weren't with us yesterday. The talk we just had was planned. We wanted to give them the option of changing. They chose not to change. Here's what is happening now, if you're willing. Your RV has enough room for Ann, Marcie, You and me. We will transfer all our husband's stuff into the other RV and we'll leave them a letter. The letter will say that we want then to keep fishing and having a great vacation. There won't be an angry word in it. We will take the most direct route home. We can drive straight through. Some can sleep while others drive. When we get home I'm filing for divorce. I'm moving out of the apartment. He can have it."

"Pat and I will rent an apartment together. We both have good jobs. We can do this." Ann said.

Marcie stood. "We need to get started. We need to be on the road in half an hour, if we're doing this." 

"What happens when they get home? I'm dead."

"They will be so busy with lawyers and taking care of themselves for the first time they won't have time to worry about you." Ann said. I didn't believe her but I couldn't stay. I nodded.

What had been a quiet conversation turned into a fury of activity. Ann started gathering the plates and things from breakfast. Suddenly she stopped.

"Pete, are there enough dishes and things in your RV for us?"

"Yes. We may need some food though."

Marcie said she'd check. She did and gathered some things from the other RV. Before the half hour was up I was backing out of the parking spot and we were on the road. Pat and Marcie plotted our route and I aimed us for home.

Ann sat shotgun and I said, "This isn't the vacation I'd planned on."

"Me either. Until two days ago I wasn't even sure what eating pussy was. Now I'm headed for divorce because he won't do it."

Pat added, "I saw something else that helped me decide. I asked Marcie about it and she verified what I saw. Pete helps."

"What do you mean?" Ann asked.

"Pete makes dinner a couple nights a week. He cleans up after the meals he doesn't cook. He does the laundry sometimes. He gets his own beverages."

"Pete," Ann asked, "Do you have a brother?"

"Sorry. I'm it. Don't your guys do any of that?"

Sarah laughed. "I don't think Carl can boil water. I thought I was lucky to get him to wipe!"

The others agreed and fifteen miles later they were still bashing their husbands. I asked them to stop. Ann asked why.

"Because I'm ashamed of them and what they make you think of men." It stayed quiet for over an hour.

After four hours on the road, I stopped for gas. We took turns going inside the truck stop and using their bathrooms. When we pulled out Pat was driving. I fell onto the back bed and was asleep pretty quickly. The stress was taking a toll on me. I also figured I'd do most of the driving.

Two hours later I woke up. I was covered with a sheet and a warm body was next to me. I assumed it was Marcie until I heard her voice from farther away.

"Should we wake Pete?"

"No. Let him sleep a bit longer. I'm fine. We're doing well and the weather still looks good. When it starts getting dark we'll wake him."

"Think Ann's Ok there?"

"Don't you?"

"I've never seen him sleeping with anyone but me. It just looks weird."

"You know, we want him." Sarah said.

"Huh?"

"I've never had someone eat my pussy. I've seen it in nasty movies and now I've seen him do it to you but no one has ever so much as kissed me there. Hell, did you hear Ann, she didn't even know what eating pussy was last week."

"What am I supposed to do here? He's my husband."

"I'm not thinking about a new husband. I'm thinking about sex. All I can say is it isn't cheating if you know about it and it's Ok with you."

It stayed quiet for long enough that I went back to sleep. When I woke up again Ann was spooned back against me and my right hand was holding her breast through her shirt and bra. I slowly lifted my hand and started to get up. 

She grabbed my hand and put it back on her breast. I got really close to her ear and said, "I really need to pee." She let go of my hand. I made it into the bathroom and took care of the urgent need.

I walked forward and said, "Where are we?"

Marcie showed me by pointing to a spot on the map. I was impressed. I looked at my watch and asked, "Have you listened to the radio at all?"

Pat shook her head and said, "We didn't want the radio to wake you."

"We need the weather report and traffic. Turn it on, please." Marcie did. We tuned in just in time to hear that a storm had moved in behind us. The traffic advisory was for all medium to high profile vehicles to stay off the roads for the next forty-eight hours. So much for the boys chasing us down. 

We stopped for gas again and Ann got up. We all drained our bladders, ate something quick and filled the RV. Total stopped time: twenty-two minutes.

I took over driving. Marcie stayed at shotgun. She said, "Can we talk?"

I nodded.

"The ladies want you to eat them."

"What?"

"You heard me. None of them has ever been eaten. I never realized what a gift you've been giving me all these years. Hundreds of incredible orgasms that they've never had."

"What do you want me to say? Gee, Honey, I've always wanted to eat your friends."

"Have you?"

"I am a man. I love eating you. I've thought about other women, sure, but not seriously enough to do it. And, anyway, they were just names to me a week ago. My marriage means something to me."

"It isn't cheating if I know about it and I'm Ok with it." I stayed quiet for a while.

"Are you Ok with it?"

"I've been thinking about it. No one gets pregnant. No one gets sick. No one gets hurt. You'll still love me." She paused for at least a full minute. "I think you should let me drive."

Six miles later I saw the sign that read, "Rest stop 1 mile." I pulled in and stopped. Not in a parking spot, I just stopped. Marcie moved into the driver's seat as I moved out of it. She put us back in Drive and in seconds we were back on the highway.

Ann, Sarah and Pat were resting on the bed. When I went off into the rest stop they sat up and watched. When I walked back they made room for me to sit down. As I sat down I took a quarter from my pocket.

"I've been sent to give you a gift, from Marcie and me. Either you can decide between you who goes first or I can flip a coin."

"There are three of us." Sarah said.

"First flip eliminates one, second flip eliminates one and that leaves the one who is first." Pat said.

"After we choose what happens?" Ann asked.

"I'm going to make love to you until you beg me to stop. Then we'll rest and I'll do my best to please the other winners."

Pat got off the bed and went up to Marcie. "Are you sure this is Ok?"

"It's more than Ok. I care about all of you and for years I thought all our husbands gave you what Pete's been giving me. When I found out they haven't been and aren't willing I got a new appreciation for the man in my life. I cannot find a single reason to say, "No" to him giving you his gift."

She leaned in and kissed Marcie on the cheek and walked back to us. "How shall we decide?"

"It's gonna happen?"

"It's gonna happen." Ann looked at me and said, "Heads!"

I flipped the coin high and Pat caught it on it's way down. She slapped it onto her wrist and uncovered a picture of George Washington. That put Pat out and she flipped the coin again and Sarah called "Tails." Ann caught the coin and when she uncovered it was the same picture of George. Pat said, "I'd keep that coin if I were you. It's lucky." Ann kept it.

Pat walked up front and sat shotgun, sharing the seat with Sarah. They turned on the radio and found a station that played nice music. I helped Ann stand. I stood and we kissed. She was shaking. I ended the kiss and said, "Tell me what's going on."

"Only one man has ever seen me naked. I'm not beautiful. When you kissed me I suddenly realized you are going to see all of me."

"Not if you don't want me to. I can just uncover the good bits, the juicy bits, if that will be better for you."

"You don't understand. I want to be naked with you. I wanted to be naked with Carl, but he didn't ever take my clothes off. I'm afraid you'll see me and need to throw up, faint or pass out! I'm ugly."

"Who told you that?"

"My father."

I held her hand in mine. "Oh, I see it now. You only have four fingers and a thumb. No wonder he said you were ugly."

She pulled her hand back and said, "There's nothing wrong with my hands."

I pushed her onto the bed and lifted her foot. "This must be it! Look all the toes are pink! None of mine are pink at the end."

"It's not my feet!"

"You have three breasts?"

"No!"

"Your butt is upside down?"

"No!"

"Ok. I give up." I grabbed her jeans and unfastened them. I worked them off her hips and down her legs. Her pink panties were next. She grabbed them and wouldn't let me pull them down.

"I can't just let you take off my clothes." I ripped the panties off her and handed her the scraps. I grabbed her shirt and lifted it up and off her torso. Her pink bra was all that was left. I straddled her legs and leaned to her face and kissed her. My tongue brushed across her lips and she moaned. I kissed her over and over. On her lips, her mouth, neck face, ears and forehead. She began returning the kisses. She was still tentative.

I lifted her arms over her head, with them stretched toward the head of the bed.

"Do not move your arms. They are tied with a rope that holds them out of my way. If you break the rope I will stop."

I let them go and she held them right where I put them. My hands went on the cups of her bra. She started to move her arms and then stopped. Her eyes were wide, watching my every move. Her bra was a front closure. I moved the clasp and it parted.

"Close your eyes." She did. I uncovered her left breast and leaned close. My breath warmed her skin. Involuntarily she arched a little, lifting her breast to my lips. I bit her nipple, ever so gently but enough she knew she had been bitten. I withdrew and covered that breast and uncovered the other one, repeating the bite.

She tensed each time and fought not to move her arms. She whimpered, gasped and moaned often. I moved back and forth covering and uncovering each time.

"Open your legs for me. Open them so that I can touch you."

She stopped with her knees three inches apart.

"Wider. Put your right foot against the wall to your right." She slowly moved her foot until it touched the wall. 

"The left foot needs to hang off the side of the bed." It moved and I watched as her inner lips parted and I could see and smell her excitement.

"Don't move your legs. If I move them, don't resist."

My index finger touched her at the bottom edge of her vulva. She tensed and did not move her arms or legs. My finger traced the contours of her tender pink pussy, slowly and lightly, stirring the moisture I found there. She moaned and moved her hips to get even more stimulation.

I shifted around and breathed on her open pussy from less than an inch away.

"Tell me what you want, Ann."

"Kiss me, please."

"Where?"

"Down there."

"Does where you want me to kiss have a name?"

"Yessss."

"Then tell me where you want a kiss."

"On my cunt!" She whispered.

"Sorry. A cunt isn't a woman's body part. A cunt is a mean, vulgar, cheap woman with no self respect." I used three fingers to stroke her wetness and said, "Is this where you want a kiss?"

"Oh yes!"

"That is your pussy."

"Please kiss my pussy."

My lips touched her wetness and my tongue traced along the folds and gathered her nectar. Her back arched and she moaned from the depths of her being and a flood of her juices came to me. I lapped them up and then sucked on her clit. She screamed and screamed again.

Her hands were still above her head, a sheen of sweat covered her chest and glistened whenever lights shined in as we passed. I whispered, "Don't move at all."

I got up and went close to Marcie. "Sweetheart, do you want me to fill her, like I do you and then eat her again?"

Her eyes didn't leave the road and she didn't say anything. She nodded her head. I kissed her neck, told her I loved her and went back to Ann.

I undressed completely and stroked myself a couple times just to make sure I was hard enough to get inside her. It wasn't necessary. Seeing our friend laying there with her legs spread and her body exposed was plenty to have me excited. The added tension of knowing Pat, Sarah and Marcie were less than ten feet away was certainly adding something to the energy in the RV.

I climbed on the bed and whispered, "Open your eyes." She opened them and lifted her head. She looked at my cock, six inches from her open pussy and then she looked into my eyes.

"Please put your dick inside my pussy. Please put it in all the way and make me cum again."

When my dick touched her opening she moaned and lifted her hips to meet me. I slowly slid inside her, noticing that she felt different than the pussy I had been inside of so often in the last eight years. Her eyes were locked on mine and when I was as far inside her as I could get she said, "Kiss me, please."

I kissed her and her tongue invaded my mouth. We stroked together at the hips and our mouths danced while her hands explored my sides and back. My hands were holding a lot of my weight off her. When the kiss ended she said, "I like how I taste in your mouth."

"I like how you taste too." We kissed some more. I attempted to kiss her breasts while still staying connected but she was just too petite. Or, I'm to long between face and dick. 

She urged me on with words like "Harder!" "Deeper!" "Faster!" It wasn't too long before we both felt the approach of my orgasm. My thrusts were not fully under my control and neither was my breathing. I heard Marcie up front say to Pat and Sarah, "He's about to cum!"

Ann waited until she felt my first shot and she dug her fingers into my ass and pulled me deep inside. I bellowed and it felt like my insides were shooting out of my dick! Ann let go of my ass and used her hands to draw my face to hers. We kissed.

When the kiss ended she said, "Thanks."

"We're not done, Sweetheart." I shifted and put my face into her freshly fucked pussy. My tongue went to work gathering all our combined juices and restimulating her again.

"Oh, God, Pete! What are you doing to me?"

I lifted my head just enough to say, "Eating pussy! My favorite meal!"

"Oh God! I'm cumming!" She screamed once, long and hard. Then her hands moved from above her head and grabbed mine.

"Please, Pete, stop! It's too much!" She was screaming the words. Marcie was laughing. I stopped and got off the bed. I opened the bathroom door and got a towel. Ann looked at me and said, "Don't. Just lie down here by me."

I did. She crawled on top of me and cleaned my face with her kisses. Then she turned and cleaned my dick and the surrounding wet areas. We snuggled for a few minutes and I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was covered with a blanket and Pat was snuggled against me. She was naked. My hand held her breast and her hand was on top of my hand. It was a nice feeling, holding her breast. My dick was snuggled into the crack of her ass. When it started to grow she pressed back a little harder.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hi." Neither of us moved or spoke again for a while. 

"Tell me what you like a lover to do."

"I'm not sure anymore. With Frank it's been like a routine for so long I've forgotten about what else I used to like."

I pinched her nipple. It didn't take much, since my hand was already holding her "C" cup sized breast. "Like that?"

"Yes."

"Harder? Can I pull?"

"Yes and yes."

I pinched a bit harder and pulled. She moaned, ever so softly. "Do you like having your breasts sucked, just the nipple sucked or bitten?"

"Frank acts like he's a baby sometimes. When he sucks hard and almost chews I can feel it clear down in my pussy."

"You like that feeling?"

"Yes. I think I could cum from it if it lasted long enough."

"Your old lover was in a hurry?"

"Yes. My fuse takes a while to start burning."

"I've been holding you against me for a while. I've been pinching this nipple. If you turn to face me I'd love to have your breast in my mouth."

"Can we kiss first?"

"I am here for you, Pat. Whatever you want, for as long as you want."

She turned and we kissed. The first few were lip kisses then she opened her lips a little and I accepted the invitation. Our hands explored. Pat had been Marcie's friend for years. I'd known her for less than a full week. Now she was body to body with me helping me to bring her pleasure.

My kisses migrated from her mouth to her neck. She tilted her head and made noises deep in her chest when I sucked a little on her neck.

"Pete, keep doing that, but don't leave a mark. Ok?"

"As long as you want, as hard as you want, anywhere you want." Her hand gently held my head right where she wanted me to be. Later, she moved my head and I obeyed. The trail of kisses and nibbles led from her neck down to her breast.

I kissed all of her breast before she moved my mouth to her nipple. I had Pat's nipple in my mouth and I had never seen it. Only the lights from the dashboard and the reflected light coming in through the front window were available. The road noise and the soft music from the radio were the sounds accompanying our dance.




Private Goes Public



When Pat gave me her nipple I folded my lips around my teeth and bit down on her flesh. At the same time I sucked and used my tongue on her. She moaned and said, "Yes! Just like that. Get all of Momma's milk!" I sucked and released in a slow rhythm. My hand grasped her other breast and used my thumb and the side of my index finger to hold her nipple and areola. As I sucked on her right breast I pinched and pulled on the left. At first I did them both at the same time. She moaned, her breathing showed me she was getting more and more turned on. I noticed her hips lifting a tiny bit, thrusting as if she was mating with an unseen cock.

I increased the pressure of my bite and the suction on her nipple. Her hip lifted a little higher and in the same rhythm as my sucking. I increased the pinch and pull of her other breast.

"Pete, Pete! Pete!' She cried out. Each Pete louder than the previous. The third Pete was drawn out and became a scream. She had the orgasm she knew she could have. I wanted to dance. I felt so powerful, so strong. I did that! No hunter felt any better about providing for his family than I felt about being able to give her that tender gift.

Pat's breathing slowed, a little. I continued to nurse for a few seconds and her hands grasped my head and pulled me away from her breast. "Enough, Pete." She whispered. She brought our faces close and we kissed.

"I am yours, Pete. Do anything you want with me."

"What I want is to give you whatever you would like. Tell me what you want, Lover."

We kissed a few more times and held each other. She whispered, "Fuck me hard, bruise my pussy! My breasts... my tits hurt from what you did. I want my pussy to feel you tomorrow from what we do now!"

"Open your legs and offer your pussy to me."

She needed no more coaxing than that. Her legs opened and she said, "Please, come on in, make yourself at home."

I knelt between her thighs and gently touched my cock to her opening. She sucked in a breath. I pushed and slid to the bottom of her wetness. I pulled back slowly and then slammed back deep inside her. After four or five hard strokes she had been pushed away from me and I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me.

"Put your hands on the wall. Help me fuck you!" She braced herself with her hands and I slammed home again and again. Her soft tits moved in concert with our mating while her eyes locked with mine.

I sensed what would help her. I whispered, "Right now, you are my slut. I'm pounding into your pussy because you gave it to me! Lift your legs higher. Tell me your pussy is mine!"

Her eyes flashed and she said, "I'm yours Pete. I'm giving you my pussy! Fuck your pussy Pete!"

I could feel my orgasm building and so could Pat. "Cum for me, Pat! Cum now!"

She arched and shook so hard I almost came out of her as I spurted all I had into her. She yelled, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

I stopped moving when I stopped spurting into her. I lifted her legs up near her shoulders and pulled out of her. We were still looking at each other's face. I fell onto the bed beside her and said, "As quickly as you can, straddle my face and give me everything in my pussy."

To this day I wish I had a picture of her face. She could not believe I had just asked her to do what I had asked her to do.

Then she moved. In seconds she went from on her back with her legs high to straddling my head and lowering her pussy to my mouth. I held her hips with my hands and helped hold her steady. I sucked her swollen lips into my mouth and began sucking. I licked and lapped up all the cream we made and she held onto the wall for support. It wasn't long before she started to lift herself. She was getting close to an orgasm from oral sex and it was a new experience for her. I held her in place and flicked my tongue on her hard nub. She shuddered and I knew she was on the edge.

I used my teeth and gently bit her clit, pushing her over and she screamed as she came. I didn't stop but I let go of her clit and licked around the opening to her vagina. I could feel the muscles tighten and release as her orgasm lasted. When it stopped I licked her clit again. She yelled, "Again? God! I'll die! Oh, God!"

She reached down and held my head, by my hair. She lifted my face, pressing me into her pussy as hard as she could. I prayed she would let me breathe before I died.

She did, but it was close. I helped her lie beside me and I dropped off to sleep. When the motor stopped and the RV wasn't moving I woke up. Marcie was standing beside the bed and said, "We're getting fuel. You need anything?"

"No. I'll get up and get dressed."

"The hell you will!" She climbed on top of me and said, "I've listened to you changing their lives for the last three hours. I'm so horney I could scream! As soon as were back on the road that's just what I'm going to do. Scream! Because you are going to eat me!"

"Oh, well, since you put it that way." I drew her face to mine and we kissed. When the kiss ended she asked, "Is that what Pat tastes like or what both of them taste like?"

"Ann licked me clean after I ate her. That must be what Pat tastes like. You like?"

"Do you?"

"Yes. How soon can you be undressed?"

"As soon as we're back on the road. Don't move." She kissed me again and got off me and the bed. She opened the side door and stepped outside. It felt cold and like rain. A couple minutes passed and all four women came back inside. They had a diet Coke, some chips and a sandwich for me. It was a good chicken salad sandwich. Ann drove. Pat, Sarah and Marcie sat on the bed with me.

Marcie spoke first. "How hard would it be for you to transfer to another city?"

"I think I may need to."

"You do need to. Can it be done?"

"Sure. Our Chicago facility wants me and so does Denver."

Pat said, "I vote for Denver." She turned and faced the front, "Ann, Denver or Chicago?"

"Denver!" Sarah echoed Ann, "Denver."

Marcie looked at me and said, "If we give you a cell phone can you get the transfer started?" 

"Is someone going to tell me what happened while I was asleep?"

"Yes. We talked. Frank, Bill and Carl will want things to go back as they were. You were persuasive and neither of them wants Frank or Carl back. They want you. I want you. If we stay living in town either Carl or Frank will kill you."

Sarah added, "After my turn with you, we can add Bill to the list."

"Give me the phone." Pat gave it to me. I called my boss. He lives and works in Orlando. I told him I had two or three men who wanted to do me great bodily harm and I needed to transfer immediately. He thought for a few seconds and asked, "How soon can you be in Denver?" 

"Day after tomorrow." He wrote down my cell number and said I should be there day after tomorrow. He also said he would have someone from my office pack us up and ship everything to Orlando. He would then ship our stuff to Denver. We ended the call.

"How long till we're home?"

Marcie showed me the map and pointed to where we had gassed up. I guessed four more hours and we'd be home. The ladies had a plan. They would use my car and Marcie's car to get them to their homes. They would pack everything personal and get it back to our apartment. That way the company would ship their stuff as well as ours. The next morning Marcie, Pat and Ann would quit their jobs and give the address in Orlando for their final checks to be sent. My boss would forward them to us later. In the late morning Ann, Sarah and Pat would board a jet for Orlando, change airlines and take two or three more flights to get to Denver. It would cost more, but might just be worth it.

The plan worked well, until we changed it. Then it worked better. We turned in the motor home. Ann went with Pat in Marcie's car and they packed. Sarah lived in the other direction and close to where I worked, so she went with me. I went to my office and one of my assistants already had fielded three calls from Frank. He knew that Frank was on his way home because the calls were from different area codes. I trusted Jack with millions of dollars and my career. I told him some of the story and that I was transferring. He said the best thing I could do would be to take the company jet. He got three women from our office and they booked tickets to Orlando with a return flight on an open ticket.

I spoke to the pilot of our company jet and he would be ready to go at seven the next morning. I went home. Dinner was on the table and we ate and talked. This would be very complicated. Divorces, money, legal issues all had to be handled.

We decided that we would simply disappear for a month. Anyone looking would see that three women flew to Orlando and didn't fly back. Except they would be back. The company jet would drop us in Denver and fly to Orlando to get the three women back at work the next day. It would look like Sarah, Ann and Pat had flown to Orlando using fake ID from women who worked for me and then disappeared. We left the apartment and moved into a motel near the airport for one night. Marcie had an idea and took our car back to the apartment. She would leave her car at home, take a shuttle to the airport and a motel bus back to us.

That was our plan. And, except for two things it would have worked. Two things stopped the plan. The two things were Frank and Carl. 

When Marcie parked the car back at the apartment she decided to go inside and make sure she had everything she wanted to take. Ann's car was parked out front. Sarah had ridden with me to pack and Pat had been with Marcie. She unlocked the apartment and immediately knew something was wrong. 

A light was on in the bathroom. She was pretty sure we had shut all the lights off before we left. She stepped inside and the door swung closed behind her. She turned and saw Carl standing there.

Carl clamped his hand over her mouth and his arm around her. He took her over to the couch and she saw Frank coming towards her with tape.

Carl softly said, "I'm going to let go of your mouth. If you get loud, we put the tape on. Understand?"

Marcie nodded. Carl moved his big hand off her mouth.

"Where are our wives?" Frank asked. 

"I honestly don't know." Marcie answered.

"Ann's car is out in front. She was here. I see lots of her clothes hanging in your closet. What the hell is going on?" Carl was working hard to control his temper and the rest of his emotions. 

"She was here. She asked if she could put things here until she got settled somewhere. She filed for a divorce this morning."

"A divorce?" Carl's voice got louder. Frank shushed him. "Why the hell did she do that?"

"If you are unwilling to give her what she wants then she's going looking for someone who will. That's what she said."

"She means she's willing to get a divorce because I won't eat her? That's stupid!"

Frank spit on the floor in disgust. "I'll bet she talked Pat into going with her! Shit! Shit! Shit! The whole fucking vacation was Pete's idea. Now our lives are fucked and it's his fault!"

Carl asked, "Where is Sarah?"

"Last time I saw her Pete was taking her to her place after they turned in the RV. That was hours ago."

"Call their apartment. See if she's there." Carl stayed with Marcie. Frank used Marcie's home phone. The phone rang twice and was answered by the phone company announcement, "The number you have dialed is no longer in service..." Before the announcement could continue Frank hung up.

"The bitch disconnected their phone! GodDamnit! Someone has to pay! No one fucks up my life and just walks away!"

Carl looked at Frank and asked, "If we don't know where they are, how do we make them pay?"

"We know where Marcie is, don't we?" They both looked at Marcie sitting on the couch. Carl was kneeling on the couch next to her and Frank was standing in front of her.

Marcie knew both men were bigger and much stronger than her. Fighting with them would just get her hurt. She asked, "How much money do you want?"

"Who said anything about money?" Frank asked. An evil smile came to his face.

"You said pay." Marcie didn't want to think about what pay might mean if it wasn't money.

"If you tell us where our wives are, we won't hurt you." Carl offered.

"I would tell you, if I knew!"

Frank tore off a foot long piece of tape and covered Marcie's mouth with it. "Wrong answer! Now you get to pay for them."

He pulled her to her feet and ripped her clothes off her. He tossed her ruined shirt, bra and shorts across the room. She screamed, but the tape just made the scream barely a moan. She swung at Frank and caught his face with her open hand. Her nails opened two lines across his cheek. Carl grabbed her hands and held them behind her. 

Frank slapped her face hard and left a hand print. Then he taped her wrists behind her. Carl looked over her shoulder and said, "I've liked her tits for six years. I saw them the first time when we were in the RV. Now, there they are. 

"Can I play with your tits Marcie? If you don't want me to, just say 'Please don't."

Marcie tried to say "Please don't" but the tape wouldn't let her.

Carl smiled and said, "She didn't say it. I guess that means she wants me to play with her tits!"

He twisted Marcie around and bit her right breast. She screamed behind the tape. Carl didn't care. He roughly pinched her other breast with his whole hand. Then he sucked a hickey onto her right tit. She kept screaming.

Frank held her while Carl played with her body. When she tried to kick him he punched her in the stomach. He hit her hard enough she lost her breath and couldn't get it because of the tape. When she passed out Frank snapped the tape off her face and she started breathing again. When she started to wake up he put the tape back over her mouth.

Frank put her on her back on the rug by the couch. "All this upset about sex! I like sex! I like fucking. Here we are alone with dear Marcie. She's naked and her legs are spread. She must want to be fucked!" 

Carl was sitting on the couch. He put his big foot on Marcie's stomach and held her down while Frank took off his clothes. He watched as Frank dropped to his knees and rubbed his hard cock against Marcie's pussy.

"Not as wet as I like it, but that will change." He shoved in, hard and deep. Marcie screamed and passed out. Frank pulled back far enough to see that he had some of Marcie's blood on his cock. "Oh good," He said, "She on her period!" He stroked in and out of her and as she came back to consciousness she struggled against him. He kept at her until he bellowed and filled her with his load. He pulled out and wiped his bloody dick on her belly. She sobbed and tried to close her legs.

"Your turn Carl." Frank said. He moved to let Carl get between Marcie's legs.

"No way! I don't take sloppy seconds."

"Then take her ass! Nothing sloppy there."

Together they picked Marcie up and bent her over the arm of the couch. Frank held her down and Carl went to the bathroom and came back with a tube of KY. He showed it to Frank and said, "She must like it up her ass. She has lube at the ready."

He spread half a tube on her ass pucker and all over his cock. When he pressed his cock against her pucker she clamped down. Frank slapped her face hard and when the shock of the slap hit her she relaxed her ass and Carl was in. Frank slapped her again and Carl started stroking in and out of her ass. She was grateful for the lube and even with it he was hurting her.

He lasted a long time and when he came he bellowed, grunted and held himself inside her ass for a long time. When he pulled out he went to the bathroom and used soap and water to clean up. Frank stayed with Marcie and she stayed folded over the arm of the couch.

Frank ripped the phone out of the wall and said, "Oh, it looks like your phone is out of order too. When you see Pete give him our best! If you talk to our wives tell them we'll give them what we gave you!"

They walked out, locking the front door as they left.

It took a while but Marcie found her spare cell phone. We got it in case of a power failure when both our cell phones were in our cars. She dialed 911 and got transferred to our local police. She told them she had been raped and she told them she knew the two men who did it. They sent an ambulance and a police car. She left her clothes scattered on the floor. She unlocked the front door. She got a towel from the bathroom and sat on it.

While she waited for the police and EMT's she called me. The plans changed. Sarah, Ann and Pat still got on the company plane. They got on within half an hour of the call from Marcie. I went to the hospital. The medical staff and police hid us both because they figured that Frank and Carl were still hunting for us. The doctor got swabs of DNA from both men from both of Marcie's openings. The doctor, Samantha Clarke, had to use two stitches to close the rip in Marcie's vagina. We were both interviewed by detectives. Pictures were taken of the cuts and bruises on Marcie. Both her breasts were deeply bruised. He face was still swollen and possibly bruised from Frank hitting her.

One of the detectives took me aside and said, "How stupid are you?"

"I'm not stupid!"

"Good. Take your wife and get out of town. Give me a way to find you, and stay gone until I call you. These guys are going to prison, but first we have to get them into custody and get bail set high enough they stay there."

"As soon as she can go, we're gone."

"Need a ride?" He asked, smiling.

"What about my car?"

"Leave me your keys. I'll park it back at your apartment. By the way, your apartment is a crime scene. Nothing can be touched or moved for at least two weeks."

"That'll be Ok."

We went back inside and Marcie was dressed. A nurse helped us get her to the police car and the detective drove us to the airport and right up beside the jet.

He helped get Marcie into the jet, gave me another of his cards and said for me to stay in touch.

The three women smothered Marcie with care and comfort for the trip. Half an hour after we took off the captain called me into the flight deck.

"I talked with Mr. Stanton, the CEO. We aren't going to Orlando or Denver. I told him what I knew and he changed your schedule. There will be three of us who know where you are. Arrangements have been started for your new lives. This just may save your lives."

"Where are we going?"

"Atlanta."

"We don't have an office in Atlanta."

"Mr. Stanton wants to open a facility in Atlanta, but not for Stanton Research, Inc. He wants to open a new company that only does research into getting the cost of alternative energy down. He has wanted to do this for three years but couldn't decide who to head the new company. Are you in?"

"Yes!" 

"Good. He said if you turned the offer down I was to open the door and toss you out."

"Oh, I don't like flying without a plane. I'm glad I said yes."

"I'd have given you another chance."

"How soon do we land?" 

"About two hours and ten minutes. Oh yes, you have adjoining rooms in a hotel near the airport and a limo will meet us."

When I went into the back Marcie was asleep. Pat was on one side of her and Ann on the other. They were asleep too. Sarah was sitting on the small couch near them. I sat with Sarah. She looked at me and crawled into my lap. Her lips were very close to my ear.

"I must be crazy. I've left home, filed for divorce, and left most of my things in your apartment, which is now a crime scene. Why?"

"Are you asking me?"

"No. I'm talking this through. I did all of this because Bill has vowed to never eat me. I'm not even surprised. We've had sex in one position for the six years we've been having sex. The blind missionary position."

"Blind?"

"In the dark, under the covers with our pajama's on and me on my back."

"Damn. And you never did it any other way?"




Private Goes Public



"No. He doesn't think sex is as much fun as most people do and I went along with him for a long time because I was afraid I wouldn't be any good at sex. Listening to all of you, I've changed my mind. I want to enjoy sex! I'm like a fifteen year old girl in a thirty year old woman's body."

"I'm sorry we didn't get to take care of you on the trip. Perhaps when we land I can visit your room and you?"

"I'll be the scared one with all the lights on."

"I think I'll recognize you."

"For now, can I stay here and can we kiss?"

"Sure. We land in about two hours."

"How long will we stay in Orlando?"

"We aren't going to Orlando. Do you like Orlando?"

"Never been there. I thought you said..."

"I did. Plans change. What Frank and Carl did changed things for all of us. Bill may be the only one of the three not in prison a year from now. We will be in Atlanta. When we get to the hotel we will eat, rest and then we need to talk."

"Are we stopping in Atlanta or living in Atlanta?"

"Living."

"Wow." She paused for over a minute and whispered again, "Wow." We both went to sleep.

We all woke up when the pilot announced that we should fasten our seat belts and prepare for landing. Sarah went to sit beside me. Ann helped Marcie fasten her seat belt. When the plane came to a stop we were inside a hanger. The doors to the hanger closed and then the pilot opened our door and helped us down the ladder. I went down before Marcie and helped her from below. He helped from above. Two men loaded our luggage into the limo and when we were inside the hanger doors were opened and we pulled away.

When Pat started to speak I put a finger to my lips and they all got the message to stay quiet. The limo took us under the hotel and we moved from the limo to the elevators. There were only two buttons for floors in the elevator. The lower one was marked "UG". The upper one wasn't marked and had a key lock next to it. The security man inserted a key and pressed the button. We were led to our rooms and when the hotel security man opened the doors for us he told me, "Do not use the room phone to call anyone but me. I'm at 7284. You want dinner? Call me. You want to call a lawyer? Call me. Understand?" I nodded.

He handed me the elevator key and said, "Before you use the key, call me."

"We need food."

"Dinner, breakfast, sandwiches?"

"Dinner. Extra beverages. Some snacks. I think we'll be here a while."

"Ok. I'll be back."

Marcie was in bed in two minutes. She stopped in the bathroom first and cried when she peed. The doctor had warned me there would be blood in her pee for a few days. She had also told Marcie that when she needed to do number two she should not push for three weeks.

Pat had helped her in the bathroom and told me she saw blood in the bowl. I told her what I knew. That helped.

I went with Sarah, Pat and Ann into the adjoining room when Marcie was back asleep. The pills she took every eight hours were to help her heal, avoid infection and help her sleep.

We talked softly and I filled them in on what I knew. The food arrived and we ate. The man had brought us lots of snacks and beverages. The ladies sorted through all of it pretty quickly and what we wouldn't use we sent back with him. Sarah asked for some bananas, apples and grapes. The man wrote it all down and left.

Pat walked through the rooms and said, "There's a king bed for each of us, each in its own room."

"Ladies, Pick any room you like. Put your stuff away and relax. I'm going to go in and sit with Marcie until she gets her next medications." I stood. Pat stood. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me soundly. Not a kiss from a sister, an aunt or a neighbor. It was a lover's kiss and I know that because my cock jumped up and told me. When the kiss ended Ann took Pat's place. It wasn't a contest. Each said what they said in their own body language and I heard them loud and clear. Sarah stepped into the spot Ann just vacated and she said, "When you've given Marcie what she needs, please come give me what I need."

"You'll be the naked woman with the lights on?"

"Yes! The scared, naked woman with all the lights on!" She kissed me and all the wrinkles went out of my clothes. I joined Marcie in our bedroom and I sat in a chair near her. I turned on the TV with the sound on low and watched whatever was on.

Marcie reached over and touched my hand. I opened my eyes and she smiled. Very softly she said, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Messing everything up for all of us. It's all my fault."

"How can you think that?"

"Their marriages were Ok before I wanted to go camping. Everything was fine until they found out how great a lover I have. Now, we're in Orlando, their marriages are over and Carl and Frank are in trouble with the law. All because I can't be quiet!"

"Really? If Carl had watched us and taken Ann back to bed and munched on her for an hour, would he be in trouble with the law?"

"No. But he thinks it's wrong!"

"No. Somebody told him it was wrong and he believed them. He believed them over believing his own wife! He believed them over what his own eyes told him! You aren't to blame. Did someone force Frank and Carl to rape you, beat you, bruise you?"

"No." She stayed quiet for a long time, then she shuddered. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For not going after them. It would only have made things worse. You'd be in jail."

"They would be dead." I said it in a flat monotone. Marcie shuddered again.

"Honey, I need my pills." I got them and some water. She took them. When she gave me the water back she said, "Please go take care of Sarah. She needs you and you need her. I'll be fine. I'll sleep."

When she was asleep I walked into the next bedroom and saw Pat and Ann sharing a bed. Pat woke up when I entered and she got up. She was naked. She kissed me and said she was going in to be with Marcie. She pulled on a hotel robe and went.

In the next bedroom I found Sarah. All the lights were on and she was lying on top of the bed, naked. Her pussy and the rest were freshly shaved. She was freshly showered. The TV was on, tuned to a romantic music channel. A towel draped in front of the screen.

My clothes came off and I went into the shower. I shaved and cleaned up. When I shut off the water Sarah opened the shower door and wrapped me in a towel. I stepped out and she dried me. I started to speak and she pressed a finger against my lips. She backed away from me a little and turned all the way around, letting me look. I didn't need to speak. I communicated my thoughts by pointing at her. Not with either hand or any of my fingers.

She smiled and walked into the bedroom. Three feet from the bed she stopped, turned and faced me. "I want to scream so loudly that Bill hears me and knows I'm never coming back. I won't scream. It might wake Marcie and she needs the sleep. Just know I want to."

"You've been thinking about this for days. So have I. I'm here for you. As long as you want, as hard or as gentle as you want, anywhere you want." 

"I want you to make believe this is our first time together. Explore me. Talk to me. Find out what my body likes as I find out what my body likes. Pat told me on the plane, when you were up with the pilot, that she could still feel you inside her. She said you sucked her tits until she came from just that! I want you to suck my tits! No one ever has. Not a baby, not Bill, no other boy-friend."

The TV started playing a music only version of "I Had the Time of My Life," an old Righteous Brothers song. We danced to the music and sometime during the song we began kissing. The kisses progressed and I moved to her neck and down her chest to her breasts. I kissed them both, avoiding her nipples and her pale areola. Her nipples were flat against her areola when I kissed her breasts. When I focused on the left breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth she moaned and a few seconds later her nipple emerged. It stood out proud and swollen. I let go of it with my mouth and my thumb and index finger held it as I moved my mouth to her other nipple. I flicked it from the bottom up with the tip of my tongue and she said, "Oh God! Pete, that feels so good. Please give me more!"

When the nipple popped out I wrapped my teeth with my lips and sucked her areola and nipple into my mouth. I bit down and pulled. Her hands held my head and she said, "Yes! I can feel it down in my vagina. Do it again!"

Again and again and again. I switched breasts and found the right nipple more sensitive than the first. Again and again and again.

"Pete, suck harder." To do that I needed to bite down a little harder. I did. She held my head and pulled away, stretching her breast until it popped from my mouth with a popping sound.

"Oh, I'm so close!" She twisted a little and gave me the other breast. I sucked hard, bit down hard and she slowly pulled her tit out of my mouth. When it released she came. She shook, trembled and her knees went weak. I held her hips in my hands, keeping her from falling.

My lips kissed her belly button and she giggled.

"Lie on the bed, please."

"You've taken my virgin tits. You've given me my first orgasm without batteries. What else can I give you?"

"Remember why I'm here? Anything you want, as long as you want, as hard or soft as you want, anywhere you want." 

"Kiss my pussy, please."

My hands lifted her legs and spread them. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and dropped my face into wetness. Her fragrance was powerful, sweet and strong. My tongue began at the bottom of her vulva and explored every fold, crevasse and opening on my way to her clit. When I found it I was amazed. Marcie's is the size of a baby pea. Both Ann and Pat are about the same size as Marcie. Not Sarah. Her clit was as big as a fat blueberry! When I found it the hood was pulled back and my first lick made her entire body shudder. She sucked in a deep breath and held it. I moved my attention down and away from her nub. I probed her opening, tasted her juices and reached around her legs to hold her tits with my hands. Her hands covered mine and squeezed.

I worked my way back up to her clit and wiped it once with a wide tongue. She shuddered hard and whispered, "Oh Please. Lick me again, right there."

A slowly as I could move my tongue I touched the base of her clit and moved my tongue across it. At the tip I surrounded it with my lips and sucked. Sarah sucked in a breath, started to sit up, flopped all the way back and surrendered to her orgasm. Her body shook, juices squirted from her pussy drenching me to my waist. Her hands tightened their grip on my hands and her tits. She groaned, squeaked and fought to hold in a scream. She almost succeeded. She didn't wake Marcie.

Ann was standing just inside the bedroom, holding the door closed. We hadn't seen her. 

I climbed up next to Sarah and asked, "Ready for the rest of my dessert?"

"No. If you touch me again, I'll die. My body is ruined. I know I can't walk. I peed all over you. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

We both jumped when Ann spoke. "I know what happened. You didn't pee. Some women can ejaculate in a powerful orgasm. That isn't pee. I recommend no one sleeps in this bed tonight and we shower soon. It smells like sex in here."

"We?" I asked.

"Yes. I looked and the bedroom next door has a huge shower. We can all fit. We'll all get clean and have fun doing it." She helped us get up and walk to the shower. She was right. Scrubbing two women is a joyful experience and being scrubbed and rubbed and sucked made it even better. Sarah was very tender, especially on her breasts. Ann wanted more touching and some snuggle.

We dried each other and went to the bed I had seen Ann and Pat in earlier. I checked on Pat and Marcie. Pat was in the bed with Marcie. She waved. Marcie stayed asleep.

I snuggled with Ann and Sarah. We talked softly. So many issues were up in the air. We didn't know what Carl and Frank would be charged with. We didn't know if we would need to go back and testify. I knew I had a job, even a better job than I had before, but did I have enough to take care of all of us? Did Marcie want us to take in all three of our friends? Was I going to be living with four women as though I was the husband?

I fell asleep wondering.

Marcie woke up. She called for a pow-wow that I was not invited to. They let me sleep.

When I woke up I was invited into the pow-wow. The first order of business was food. I called and he asked what we wanted to eat. We had the room service menu so we used it. He told us the food would arrive in thirty minutes. I hung up and looked at us. Marcie was in the middle of the king sized bed. She had on bandages but nothing else. Pat was next to her on the bed, she didn't even have bandages or a sheet over herself.

Ann and Sarah had towels wrapped around them from breasts to pussy, and both pussies were visible. I was nude. 

"We have thirty minutes to get some clothes on." I said. Three women left our bedroom and I got a t-shirt of mine for Marcie and shorts and t-shirt for me. When the food arrived we ate in the room with Marcie.

She ate some soup, drank some water and took her pills. We talked until she went back to sleep. The next morning I would call my boss. If he had heard from the detective I would follow whatever the detective wanted me to do. Personally, I wanted Marcie seen by a doctor, and I was worried that he or she might make a police report on her injuries.

The stress of moving, the injuries to Marcie and the emotions of everything of the last few days had me exhausted. I carefully slid into bed with Marcie and slept. It was morning when I woke up. I needed the bathroom and as quietly as I could I used it. When I came back Marcie had me help her and she cried again as she went. Ann and Sarah came in and the three of us bathed Marcie and changed her bandages. Sarah reminded us that the doctor had said she would heal faster if the injury got air, especially dry air.

Ten minutes later a small fan was delivered and we made a tent that covered Marcie from the waist down with the fan blowing air up from the foot of the bed, between her legs and at her injuries.

I called 7284 and the same man answered. I need to speak with Mr. Stanton at..." 

"I can't call him. He is in the jet and he'll be here in about an hour. Anything else?"

"Yes. I want to call Detective Washington back in.." He stopped me. 

"Please don't tell me any more. Mr. Stanton will be here in an hour. Please wait for him and his security team."

"Ok. Breakfast?"

"I can handle that! What can I bring you?"

I ordered and he told me the fruit that had been ordered would be coming up with breakfast. I told him I thought it would be good to have some things for Mr. Stanton and his crew when they arrived. He said they would bring it up and set it up in the sitting room.

"There's a sitting room?"

"I'll be right up with breakfast and show it to you."

Fifteen minutes passed and we heard the elevator ding. The security man pushed a cart full of food into the bedroom next to Marcie and to the drapes at the far side of the room. He stepped on a button on the floor and the drapes opened. Behind the drapes were double doors. He opened them and we saw into a sitting room. Three couches in a "U" configuration and a conference table beyond them. We had breakfast back with Marcie. Security took the cart from dinner the night before and asked if we wanted any of the rooms cleaned. We had all of them except Marcie's cleaned. He asked that we not be in those rooms while they were cleaned.

While we ate with Marcie the three other bedrooms and bathrooms were cleaned.

"What are we going to do next?" Marcie asked.

"Part of that answer depends on you, sweetheart." Ann said. "As I see it you have some decisions to make. We all do, but the big ones I think are yours and Pete's."

Sarah added, "You invited us to taste the gift Pete has been giving you for years. I tasted it last night. I never want to stop having Pete as a lover! My body is still singing!"

Marcie looked at Sarah and said nothing. Her eyes filled but she didn't say anything.

Ann spoke. "I want to wake up with Pete between my legs. I want to fall asleep being held."

Pat spoke, "We aren't being kind. Our husbands beat Marcie, raped Marcie. And we sit her telling her we want to take her husband?"

Ann said, "No! I don't want to take him! I want to share him. I thought about it last night. Even if all I get is one night a week, I'm so much better off than I've ever been. I can help with the cooking, the cleaning, anything if I can have a share."

Sarah echoed, "A share."

Marcie spoke. "I envied all three of you for all the years I've known you. I've felt there was something wrong with me when I compared myself and us to you. Since the vacation started I was afraid I wasn't good enough to play. I found out I made up that whole story about we weren't good enough."

"Why?" Pat asked. Marcie looked at me and I answered. "We found out that Marcie only has one ovary and it gives up an egg three or four times a year. I make lots of semen but not many swimmers and they aren't motivated. Most of them drown before they get where they're supposed to go. We thought we were broken."

"You don't seem broken to me." Sarah said.

"Well, I am." Marcie said. "I hurt. Can I have some pills and sleep for a while?"

"You want to be alone?" I asked.

"I loved waking up and Pat was right here beside me. It felt like I was being cared for."

Sarah asked, "Can it be my turn?"

"Yes!" Marcie answered. Sarah undressed and the rest of us left them to sleep.

We watched TV for a while and then heard the elevator ding. We met Mr. Stanton and four other men as they came out of the elevator.

The doors to the sitting room were still open. Mr. Stanton led the way and we sat on the couches.

Over the next hour Mr. Stanton took care of business. He hired all four women to work for me. He assigned one of the men to Sarah, one to Ann and one to Pat. All three were lawyers. They would handle the transfers, the divorces and whatever other legal issues might come up. The forth man was Marcie's and my lawyer. He would handle the legal case against Carl and Frank. He had been in contact with the detective at home and brought us up to date.

Frank and Carl were found at a roadhouse about fifteen miles south of town. Carl had started a fight and three bikers had beat him pretty badly. Frank had only watched. Carl was in the hospital handcuffed to a bed. He had three broken ribs and a broken collarbone. Frank was in custody. The charges were rape, assault with intent, and attempted murder. Carl got the extra charge of sodemy. The DNA was conclusive and the judge had remanded them. No bail.

Pat and Ann cried. They may be assholes but Pat and Ann still had strong feelings for them. 

"What about Bill?" Sarah asked.

"No charges have been filed. He drove the motor home back from the vacation. You were gone and Frank and Carl were in custody before he got home. He missed two days work after he was served."

Each lawyer met with their clients for a while. I met with our lawyer and with Mr. Stanton.

"I don't know how to thank you for all this."

"Just work hard and solve the problem. You and I will make billions when you solve it. I believe you can do it. There is a thirty thousand square foot research building waiting for you to move in. For the next couple weeks stay here. A satellite line will be in tomorrow and you can call anyone and not be traced."

The lawyer gave me his card and said he would call me every third day to keep me up on what was happening. He did say that the DA had told him that Marcie would need to testify. He also said that pictures of her injuries would be blown up and shown in court." 




Private Goes Public



Mr. Stanton looked at me and asked, "How well are you holding up?"

"I'm still swimming to the surface. I believe it's up there. It's just a lot to take in and deal with."

"When you can, think about what you'd like us to do about housing for all of you."

"Yes. I haven't even thought about that."

"Let me send you someone I trust. Maybe she can help."

"Ok. Thank you."

The lawyer gave me an envelope and said, "Inside are the papers for your new bank accounts and your debit and credit cards. I transferred all your money to the account and Mr. Stanton deposited some start up money."

"Thank you."

They stood, gathered the team and were gone. We checked on Marcie and she slept through the whole thing. Ann, Sarah and Pat sat with me on the couches and they told me about their plans and the advice the lawyers had given them. All three had asked the same question and received the same answer.

"How much is this going to cost?"

"You? Nothing. Mr. Stanton is paying."

They were in shock. Marcie woke up and we briefed her. She had already come to grips with needing to be in court with both Carl and Frank. She wanted assurances that I would be there as well.

We ordered dinner and our guy asked if he could offer us an expanded menu. He brought up six menus from six great Atlanta restaurants. Marcie looked and asked, "If we're in Orlando why are there Atlanta restaurants?"

We explained. We decided to all pick from one restaurant. Marcie was hungry and we let her pick. An hour later we had great dinners and while we ate I stood up and walked to the drapes. Along the wall of every bedroom were drapes. Behind one set were the double doors into the sitting room. I found the button on the floor of Marcie's bedroom and stepped on it.

The drapes slid back and we could see the lights of downtown Atlanta. It was beautiful. I went back and sat down. Marcie said, "Thank you. I was starting to feel cooped up. That is a wonderful view."

We finished dinner and I told them about our upcoming visit from a real estate person. "We need to talk about how we want to live. We're here for a long time. This is a new life for all of us."

Ann spoke first. "I don't know how to make this work. The four of us have seen each other every day at work for years. I think of us more like sisters. That was before the camping trip."

Pat said, "I'll be blunt. I want to live in the same house. I want my own bedroom and I want to share it with Pete. I want each of us to share Pete and live as a family."

Sarah waded in. "Can that be done? Four women and a man living in one house?"

Marcie spoke. "I don't know how. I know why. Ever since we went camping I've been very aware of the treasure I have as a husband. If he can love all of us, then I want that. Years ago I heard a tape titled "A World that Works for Everyone" and I remember what was said on the tape. His goal was for us to build a world that works for everyone, with no one and nothing left out. His thought stuck inside me. I believe Pete and the four of us will find a solution that works for all of us."

Sarah was sitting next to me. Marcie was on my other side. Sarah looked at me and asked, "Can you love all of us?"

"I already do. I can see it deepening, getting stronger, but it's already there."

"I love you too." Pat said.

Sarah had tears running down her face. "I feel more loved now than I have in the seven years I've been with Bill. I know I melt when Pete looks at me. Is that love?"

A few seconds past and she said, "I love you, Pete and I commit to you just like a wife, if you want me."

Pat stood and walked to me. She helped me stand and she said, "In front of God and my new sisters I give myself to you as a wife, a lover and a friend." Then she kissed me.

Ann repeated what Pat said and then Sarah did it too. I looked at Marcie and she was crying. "You Ok?" I asked.

She nodded. I sat and held her hand. We all sat around her.

"I know what to do," Marcie said. "We buy a big house and remodel it so the center is common ground and each corner is a bedroom suite."

Sarah added, "One big kitchen. One great room. One TV room."

Ann said, "One bedroom for each of the women who love Pete."

"What about me?" I asked.

Pat said, "A study or office for Pete. He'll never sleep alone for the rest of his life."

"Can we really do this?" Ann asked.

"You want a guarantee?" Marcie asked. "I'll bet each of us stood somewhere in a white dress and thought the words spoken were a guarantee that the men would love us, respect us, care for us for the rest of our lives. There was no guarantee."

"You want a guarantee?" I asked. "I'll give you one. I guarantee to love you. I can make that commitment. If you run off and go back to Bill, Carl or Frank... I'll keep loving you. If you leave us and move to China, I'll still love you. If you hurt anyone in this family I will still love you, and there will be consequences. There may be days when you don't like me. I will still love you. There may be days when I don't like you. I'll still love you."

Marcie said, "Ditto."

"In line with that, I'm touched by the commitment each of you made with me and I think we may be getting ahead of ourselves. Circumstances have put us together and away from home. The stress of what happened is almost visible. Maybe we should rent a place for six months and see if we all still want to stay together."

"No." Pat said.

"No?"

"No. Are you telling me I can't love you? That I need to prove I can live with a man who respects me, helps me, nurtures me and the women I care for more than any other women alive?"

"No." I said.

"Good! I'm glad I cleared that up. I love you! And, damn it, there's nothing you can do about that!"

We were quiet for a time. Marcie fell asleep and we quietly moved out of the bedroom. I closed the drapes. The morning sun would be coming through those huge windows in a few hours.

Pat and Ann kissed Sarah and me and went off to bed. Sarah and I sat on a couch in the sitting room. A chair would have worked as well. I sat on the couch and Sarah sat on me.

"Tell me what you like and don't like, please."

"I don't like burnt toast. I don't like cauliflower, soy, or okra except in gumbo."

"Other than foods."

"Ok, let me think. I don't like a woman to wear red. Not dresses, shoes, bras, fingernail polish or lipstick. I don't like freezing, skiing, or being cold. I don't like rap or hip-hop. I like lacy things on women. I like to see nipples through your clothes. I don't like pantyhose or panty lines. I hate it when a woman dresses frumpy. I love the smell of a freshly scrubbed woman. I like hairless women, from the neck down. My favorite color is teal. Please never buy me Navy blue pants. I cannot tell Navy blue from black. The heels I like are the ones that look like sandals with high heels."

"I should have made a list. Why not red?"

"My grandmother lived with us when I was growing up. Even into her eighties she wouldn't go anywhere unless she was wearing red. Red shoes, red blouses, red dresses, lipstick, red everything and it ruined red for me. The worst was red bras and panties with white pants and blouses."

"I'll toss all my red. I'll tell Ann and Pat too."

"Tell me what you like and dislike, please."

"I like being held. The first time I crawled into your lap I was afraid. Afraid you would tell me what Bill did. 'You're not a baby. It isn't comfortable with you in my lap."

"I love it. Any time I have a lap, you can sit in it."

"I like when you ask me questions and I like it even more when you listen. I like that you shave and don't have facial hair. I like hearing that I look nice. I like when you touch me."

"Foods?"

"Popcorn. Salads and soups. Omelets, French toast, most breakfasts. Seafood. Fruit. Mexican, Italian, Chinese and Indian foods. I love making Thanksgiving dinner, if it gets appreciated. I don't like being told my food isn't as good as Mom's."

"No worry there. My Mom was not a good cook. My Dad said that if my Mom had cooked for the Germans in World War Two, the war would have ended in a month. I broke a tooth eating her spaghetti when I was nine."

"Oh. I'll be careful."

"Bill was a monster about the house. He wanted the bed made before he left for work in the morning. Every morning. He wanted everything in its place, all the time. Never a dish or even a spoon left in the sink."

"If company is coming over, we'll make the beds. When we do laundry, we'll make the beds. Everything should have a place and be close to the place most of the time. If I leave it out, I should put it away. Remind me. I'll do it."

"I like this. Pet peeves?"

"Squeezing the toothpaste in the middle! I hope it won't bug you but if I see a tube squeezed that way I will mush all the paste to the useful end."

"And, say something about it?"

"Never. Oh, shoes! I hate tripping over shoes. With four women in one house I think that means at least three hundred pairs of shoes. I get really pissed when I trip over shoes!"

"I don't have seventy-five pair of shoes!"

"You will. Marcie will infect you with the love of shoes. God, wouldn't it be great if all of you wore the same size?"

"Oh, that might be fun!"

"As long as I don't trip on them."

"Pete, do you like being sucked?"

"Yes."

"Right here or should we go to my bedroom?"

"Let's go."

She got off my lap and we strolled to her bedroom. Ann and Pat were asleep. I left the door open from them to the room where Marcie was asleep. I quietly closed the door to Sarah's bedroom.

We undressed and spent an oh-so-pleasant time exploring the parts of the likes and dislikes list we hadn't spoken. When, in the midst of the exploration I touched her in the crack of her ass, she tensed up.

"Bill wanted to do me there. He tried once and it hurt so much I bled. He never tried again." I pulled my hand away from her ass. She put it back.

"You aren't Bill. I don't understand why men want that, but if you want me there, we can try."

"Not tonight. Maybe in a year."

We kissed. Later, when I crawled between her legs she said, "You really like eating pussy?"

"Yes. Really. And, I am blessed to have four wonderful tasting women who like being eaten."

"I'll try not to scream this time."

She was wet at my first touch. I explored her with my fingers, my lips and my tongue. She heated up pretty quickly and used a pillow to muffle the sounds of her release. I rested my head on her lower belly as she calmed down. Her landing strip was annoying but I didn't say or do anything to say so.

When she was calm she helped me lie up beside her. She used her hand to stroke me for a minute or two, then she moved and sucked me. From her new position I could reach her pussy and didn't. I waited.

She sucked me and played with my shaft, balls and the hair around my equipment. Her hands explored different things to see if I enjoyed them. As I got closer and closer to filling her mouth I realized we hadn't talked about swallowing or spitting. I had no idea what she would do.

The pressure built and I said, "I'm about ready."

She lifted her mouth off my cock and said, "Give it to me. I want to taste you."

Her lips went back around my shaft and her cheeks went in. Her head bobbed up and down and I felt my load explode. My fingers touched her pussy and she moaned. Two fingers slid inside as I filled her mouth.

She sucked all of my stuff and swallowed. She licked me until I was clean and soft. Then she pulled the covers up, snuggled against me and we went to sleep. 

When I woke up the clock beside the bed read, "04:18am." I needed to pee. I got up, used the bathroom and went to check on Marcie. Ann and Pat were still asleep. When I stepped into the bedroom with Marcie she woke up and smiled at me.

I leaned over and kissed her.

"Sarah?" She whispered. I nodded.

"How are you doing?"

"Ok. I sleep well until I want to move. When I move, I hurt and get close to waking all the way up."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Snuggle with me?" Very carefully I got in bed with her and held her gently.

"I'm afraid to go to sleep. I might move and hurt you."

"The sound of your breathing will help me sleep. Go to sleep. If you hurt me, I'll wake you."

I went to sleep. It was after nine when I woke up. Marcie was sleeping. I stayed quiet and didn't move.

A few minutes passed and Sarah came in, checking on us. She saw my eyes open and blew me a kiss. She was still naked. I noticed her landing strip was gone. She left us alone, closing the door as she went.

Every day Marcie got stronger and more able to move without hurting. On our sixth day Mr. Stanton brought a doctor to check on Marcie. She told us we were doing a good job taking care of her and she was doing a good job of healing. She recommended Marcie get some sunshine. She said she thought it might help her heal.

Mr. Stanton had the security guy open access to the roof and we all went up and got some sunshine. We all went nude. Forty minutes in the late afternoon was what she (the doctor) recommended so that's what we did.

The doctor came back every morning.

On day seven the real estate lady was escorted to our lair. She asked lots of questions about our likes, dislikes and opinions. She took lots of notes and after three hours she said, "I think I can help. Mr. Stanton talked with me and I've already been looking around. Let me get a plan together and come back tomorrow or the day after. Ok?"

We agreed and she left. I called out security guy and asked him to come see us. He did. I asked him to go get us magazines about houses, catalogs of furniture and furnishings, and whatever else he thought we might need to set up a new home.

Marcie described the things that would be shipped from our old apartment. We made lists. The phone rang. I answered. It was my lawyer.

"The boys have been arraigned. Trial is set for one month from now. The defense wants to depose Marcie. They want you back in town for a face-to-face."

"With who?"

"Their lawyers, not the boys."

"Set the appointment and we're ready to come. Marcie can walk now."

"I know. I've spoken to her new doctor. You'll be using the jet again."

Two hours later he called and gave us the schedule of our travel and deposition times. I would be allowed in the room but not allowed to speak.

We would be gone two full days and maybe three.

We left two days later. The limo picked us up in the basement and delivered us to the jet. Marcie and I were the only ones that went. We could keep in touch by calling the satellite number for the room in Atlanta.

We were taken to a safe house in town and we were guarded by police. Seems Carl had threatened Marcie's life while he was in custody. The police didn't want to run the risk that he had a friend who would help him.

At nine the next morning we were in the deposition room. A big conference table surrounded by chairs. A video system set up at one end of the room. On the side of the table farthest from the doors sat four lawyers and a stenographer.

Our lawyer had three associates with him. Two of them were women. Marcie was shown the center chair. She carefully sat down, then whispered to the woman lawyer beside her to the right. The woman asked that a pillow be provided for Mrs. Peterson. It took a few minutes for one to be produced. Marcie stood while we waited.

Once she was seated the lawyers started asking questions. Mr. Peason, our lawyer passed me a note saying we got a complete copy of the video and transcription. I relaxed a little.

By the time an hour had passed I was hurt, angry and wanted to stop the proceedings. They were asking detailed questions about the assault. I knew she had been assaulted and raped but I hadn't asked for details. I had told Marcie I didn't need them. As she described the details she held my hand and she cried.

Six times that day one of the women lawyers called a halt due to the stress they were putting Marcie through. Each time their lawyers left the room and we stayed. Each time Mr. Peason made sure the audio and video were shut off.

After one day, we were told we were done. We called home and flew home. Mr. Peason flew with us. He said he didn't think we would go to trial. He felt the public disclosure of the events leading up to the end of the camping trip would be very damaging to both men, especially when they arrived in prison. That Marcie was able and willing to go into detail was also a factor.

When we arrived home Marcie was all but carried by Ann, Sarah and Pat to bed. They bathed her, changed her dressings and put her in bed. She was pampered and soon asleep. They took me into the sitting room and we talked.

I didn't go into any detail about the deposition. I told them what Mr. Peason had told us on the flight home. Then they talked.

"The police and Mr. Stanton's security people said we could go out for a while. We went looking at houses. I think we may have found a house." Ann said.

Pat continued, "It has six bedrooms, six baths, has thirty-six hundred square feet, a four car garage and it sits on a wooded acre." It was built last year, but didn't sell. It has some features we really liked."

"Like it being at the end of a road. Like the property around three sides is federal land and fenced. Like it has a huge hot tub!" Sarah added.

"It sounds great! How is the interior laid out?"

Pat produced a photo album. The real estate lady had taken lots of pictures. She had included a floor plan of the house. I looked at every picture and the ladies pointed out everything. Every bedroom had big walk in closets. Sarah pointed out there was plenty of room for shoe racks. I smiled. So did all three women.

I was impressed and I said, "No. Wrong house."

"What?" Ann asked. "What's wrong with it?"

"Look at the picture of the front. Big as life the house number is in red! I hate red!"

"I can have it changed, tomorrow. Before we go back again." Sarah said. She picked up the satellite phone and called the real estate lady. Two minutes and some laughter later she hung up. "The house number will be teal by morning."

"Ok then. Let's buy it."

"Just like that?" Pat asked.

"No. Marcie needs to see it. I figure if you like it, I win. I can live there and be very happy. So, my vote is in. Let's buy it."

Pat sat back and said, "Each of us is getting a divorce settlement. I think we should each pitch in one fifth and by the house as a family. It just may be that we can buy it without a mortgage."

"No one puts in more than a third of their settlement. Since all five of us work for a new company and I'm the boss I think we can make enough to make the payments. By the way, did she tell you how much they're asking?"

"She told us. Then she said we should only offer eighty percent of the asking price. The market is very soft." Sarah said.

"Can I hear the number?"

"Five hundred thousand is the asking." Ann said.

"I like it more and more." I said.

"Are you hungry, tired, dirty?" Pat asked.

"Yes!"

"What would you like first?"

"Food, shower then bed."

"What would you like to eat, for food." Sarah asked, blushing.

"A cheese burger, no onions and a diet Coke."

"Fries?" I shook my head. Sarah dialed the room phone and ordered.

"We have time to give Pete a shower before the food arrives. Three women washing one body shouldn't take long." Ann said, pulling me to my feet. I was clean and happy wrapped in a robe when the elevator dinged. I met him and had the food put in the sitting room. He didn't see any of the ladies. They were all still naked. Clean and naked.

While I ate they sat on towels near me. "Did you miss us?" Ann asked.

I nodded.

"Did you think about which of us you want to sleep with tonight?" Sarah asked.

I nodded and took another bite.