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The Envelope

By: The Winter Kiss



"You are a lucky guy, let me tell you..." 

I couldn't help but feel uneasy as Chester laid back in the beach chair in front of me, sipping his drink as he pushed his sunglasses against his face. I looked at my watch. I had only been there for a few minutes, and I already wanted to leave. It was one thing to be in the presence of a wealthy couple, but it was completely uncomfortable to be in the presence of a couple that had just fucked my beautiful girlfriend the night before. I stared at the envelope. It was all there. All twelve-hundred. I cringed as I thought about it, so I took another drink. Chester and Susan stayed in their seat as we glazed outside by their swimming pool. 

"Is she coming?" I asked, trying to push things forward. I wanted the entire situation to be over with as soon as possible. Chester and Susan were friends of a couple of friends of ours. They were attractive, charismatic, and wildly popular. People basically bowed to them, as had I in a sense. They met Alyssa one afternoon without me and were immediately smitten. Their friendship with her bloomed very quickly and they soon revealed to her that they had been looking into finding a participant to help them in "rekindling" their bedroom behavior. She was their choice. Although I thought she was immediately sketchy about the situation, Alyssa admitted later that it both excited and flattered her, but she told them that she couldn't do it because she had a boyfriend. Then they came to me. At the time, I was a little strapped for cash, and a little confused by the entire offer. They asked for Alyssa for one night...sexually. They told me that she was against it solely because of me, therefore they maturely decided that they would ask me for permission. In addition, they offered $1200 and any favors down the road from either of them, including a job at Chester's father's company. I said no.

Alyssa and I had been together for 5 years. Our relationship had been all over the map. The incident that always stuck in my mind however, had occurred just three months into our relationship, when I regretfully cheated on her with my ex-girlfriend. The incident was completely circumstantial: My ex had come over because she was having personal problems. She was vulnerable, Alyssa had just moved away a month before and our "long distance phase" was beginning, and the situation took a hold of both of us. To apologize and show my devoted love to her, I moved to where she was living and after a few months, we were back together and solid. Unfortunately, my guilt never truly subsided despite Alyssa's constant forgiveness and undying love toward me. Although she never said it directly, I could tell that in a way, this experience would make us even in a sense. 

Alyssa and I talked about it for days, finally deciding that it would be okay. Then, along with the pitted fear in my stomach, came the excitement. Alyssa had never had a threesome before. She had been promiscuous in her youth as well as with me, but in addition to never being with more than one person at a time, she hadn't been with anyone except me for 5 years. My own thoughts were kicking back and forth between discomfort toward the situation to extreme excitement at the thought of not just another man, but a girl touching my girlfriend's soft flesh. 

Alyssa met with them the night before, giving me just a quick peck before I dropped her off at their gorgeous mansion. I paced for the rest of the evening, drank a little, tried to watch some TV, and eventually decided that it was no use worrying; I went to sleep. When I awoke, I drove to their place once again to pick her up, which led me to the current moment.

"She's still asleep," Susan smiled. I half-smiled in response, upset that I had to spend any more time with them. I wanted my girlfriend back. I wanted to know how she was. Was she crying in the bathroom? Had she been fucked like never before? I shifted as the questions crossed my mind.

"Do you need another drink?" Chester asked. "I know it's kind of early, but it might calm you down while we're waiting for her."

"Yeah, sure..." I accepted. Susan got out of her chair to fetch another drink.

"Sandwiches too, darling," Chester added. He watched as his wife walked away, then he shot a look to me accompanied by a smile. "Man to man, now that she's away, that little Alyssa is one hot thing."

I continued to squirm at his words. His cock had been inside her just hours before I arrived. "Yeah," I agreed, blocking out visions of the attractive man pounding into my girlfriend's gorgeous pussy.

"I mean it. She, Susan, and I fucked the night away in ways I will never forget. I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity."

"Anytime," I blushed.

"You mean that?" Chester asked, excited.

"No, it was just an expression," I told him quickly, unaware of what I had instinctually said. We sat in silence for a couple of seconds. I could tell on his face that he had been left completely satisfied by the experience. "She's okay, right?"

"Alyssa!? She's fine! Oh I assure you, she's fine! I told you we'd take care of her last night and we did."

"Did she...have a good time?"

"Darling, we all did," Susan responded, placing a platter of sandwiches on the glass patio table. "If you don't mind me asking, where did your Alyssa learn to eat pussy like a professional?"

My heart skipped a beat. I stammered for the words until I finally found them. "She had a roommate in college who she used to experiment with. Right before I met her."

"Well they must have really gotten into it sometimes," Susan giggled. "I remember this one point where...you don't mind if we talk about it a little, right Bret?" 

I thought for a moment and with the excitement rushing to my cock at the thought of Alyssa eating Susan's blond pussy make me spit out a yes. I almost would have rather heard it from them than from Alyssa herself, who may not have even shared the experience with me. It was one of those experiences you had to know, but didn't necessarily want to. Nevertheless, they continued.

"I remember one point when Chester, you had your cock in her little hairless pussy from behind while she licked me clit wildly on the floor."

"Hairless!?" I asked. Alyssa's pussy wasn't hairless; it had a brown tuft that covered it perfectly.

"She suggested it!" Chester cried. "We had mentioned something about it and she suggested it, so we shaved her!"

"You should see her now, honey! Her pussy is so smooth."

"And believe me, fucking a bald pussy was more thrilling than I imagined."

"You fucked her?" I asked, knowing that he had, but I still couldn't quite grasp it.

"He did," Susan responded. "All of us fucked each other. Every which way. I want to thank you Bret, because before this, Chester and my sex life was basically switching from me him on top to me on top every other week. Adding Alyssa to the equation made us try so many things we had never done before."

"Mmm!" Chester blurted to Susan as he sipped his drink. "Anal! I finally found that I love anal. I never thought about it before, but when your legs were wrapped around Alyssa's head when we were in the bed and she was tonguing your pussy while I watched, she grabbed my cock, unable to see it..." "Not that someone needed to see to grab your cock last night," Susan teased. She turned to me. "It was huge. At least 7 inches last night, I've never seen it that big. And the way it dripped made me squirm like a little school girl, I'll tell you."

"She grabbed my cock and led it to her pussy, which I had already released a load into once before, and she led it to her asshole, her legs spread. She lifted her ass and then just began begging with it. It was one of the hottest things I have experienced in my entire life. She loves anal, doesn't she Bret? I can tell."

"She does," I shifted. He was right, though my imagination the night before hadn't done justice compared the stories I was hearing. I imagined Chester fucking his wife while Alyssa basically watched. I didn't really consider her being a very active participant. As they spoke, I became more comfortable with the situation, however. My cock was raging inside my shorts as I waited for more. I could feel the pre-cum seeping through the fabric.

"Are you sure you're okay with us talking about it?" Chester asked. "We can stop. I just figured we'd pass some time while we're waiting for her. She should be up any time, though I'm sure she's exhausted."

"No, it's fine!" I forced a smile. "It's fine. It's kind of relieving actually, to hear about it."

"He's getting turned on!" Susan sneered. "You little fox! You're getting turned on hearing about your hot little girlfriend's first threesome, aren't you? I bet your cock is hard in your shorts right now!"

"Leave him alone!" Chester chuckled. "I'm sorry about her. When she gets frisky, she lets go of all her inhibitions, including verbal."

"I do not!" Susan protested. 

Chester's eyebrows rose. "You're kidding. Last night, the first time I was fucking you while Alyssa licked us, you were calling her everything from your bitch to your fuck-whore. Not to mention when she ate you out when you called her...what was it...your cum-licking-slut-fuck?" He turned back to me. "After I came into Susan the first time, Alyssa ate her out, eating all of the cum that dripped out of her pussy. It was all over her face: my cum and Susan's juices. And she had the biggest smile."

"So sexy," Susan moaned. "And she would scream like none-other!"

"As did you!" Chester cried. "Both of them screamed whenever they were being fucked. Sometimes at the same time. Imagine how hot it would be having your cock in this sexual little brown-haired, bald-pussied vixen that isn't yours. She's screaming like a banshee while she begs you to fuck harder and your wife is masturbating next to you, screaming that she's going to cum and that she wants to cum on the girls face."

"I did...and she drank every last drop."

I gasped at the thought. "Are you surprised?" Chester asked.

"No, I just...its interesting hearing about it..."

"Interesting? That's strange choice of wording. I'd consider sexy maybe," Susan teased with a smile. I could help but become turned on by her teasing, not to mention that she was a very attractive blond woman with large breasts and an erotically voluptuous body. I could almost see her with her husband's enlarged, dripping cock in her ass while my own girlfriend flicked Susan's clit with her tongue I shook the thought and brought myself back to reality. 

"The hottest part of the night was fucking her ass, by far," Chester admitted. "So fucking tight, but she know exactly how to use it. I blame you for that, Bret. The way she controlled herself it was if she knew exactly when she wanted to make me cum. And she did. Cumming into Alyssa's ass what one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. I had already cum thrice before during the night: once in my wife's pussy, once in both of their faces, and then once in your girlfriend. Even though this one should have been short and unsatisfying, inside Alyssa's puckered asshole, I came buckets. Her eyes went wide and she ate Susan until Susan juiced all over her face again."

"I thought I was going to drown her," Susan giggled. "But that wasn't the hottest part for me. Besides the numerous sixty-nines we had while you were rejuvenating..."

"Believe me, if you want to see something erotic, try watching my wife and your girlfriend eating each other's pussies. That rejuvenated me faster than I could ever imagine."

"I came four times just due to those sixty-nines over the course of the night. Ten times in all," Susan claimed proudly.

"How many times did Alyssa cum?" I asked, curious as my cock throbbed. Chester and Susan looked at each other.

"I'd say at least 10," she said. "At least. Maybe she was keeping count, but I know she came every time I hate her out and at least twice every time she was fucked. And once when I was fingering her. The hottest point in the night for me though was either when she ate the cum out of my pussy – which might I add, I did not expect, because that was very early in the evening – but I also loved when you came in her pussy and she had me eat it out. She fucked my face so hard while Chester fucked my pussy from behind. When I came I soaked the bed with my juices. I was swallowing his cum and then when she came, she started to squirt it into my mouth along with her juices. And she tastes so good, Bret. I still get wet thinking about it."

"She was an orgasm machine," Chester admitted. "It came to the point that when you touched her, she said she was going to cum." 

"Well I'm glad she had a good time," I grunted.

"We made sure of it," Chester smiled. "She saved a sex life that we thought was beyond repair. And she's welcome back anytime. With your blessing, of course."

"As are you sometime, if you'd like, Bret," Susan added. "Chester's never had a cock in his ass."

"Honey!" Chester cried in embarrassment. "Nor do I intend to!"

"He does," Susan whispered to me with a giggle. "But first he has to take my ass...I was thinking tonight..."

"I'm a little sore," Chester laughed. "But if you insist."

"I mean it about joining the two of us, though," Susan said to me, biting her lip a little as she shifted in her seat. I couldn't help but feel extremely attracted to the woman who had just licked my girlfriend's pussy. Her tongue probably still tasted like Alyssa's wet crotch. "Even without Alyssa. I've never had two cocks before." Her hand was under the table, touching her clit. Chester watched her for a moment with a satisfied smile and then became preoccupied. 

"Here comes your girl," he told me pushing the envelope toward me. I turned around and watched as Alyssa waved from the door, a smile on her face.

The Envelope



WARNING:

** This is a story about an involuntary cuckold. Don't read further if you find this topic offensive.

** The following story is NOT a retelling of real events. It is the second story in a planned trilogy, exploring an individual man's reaction to discovering his long time wife, whom he deeply loves, has cheated on him. In this story, a man is unexpectedly given evidence of his cuckoldry. What will he do? Whether or not, you agree with my protagonist's decisions, I hope you find the reading enjoyable.

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---------- AN UNUSUAL LUNCH ----------

It was a typical Friday. I got up, showered, dressed and went to work where I attended some meetings, and conducted negotiations. When lunch time came, I looked out the window at a bright Dallas afternoon and decided to walk across the street to the Galleria for some food. Walking through the mall towards Potbelly's I chuckled to myself as I realized what a creature of habit I had become. In the last year I have probably made this same walk 3 days a week, to eat the same sandwich, at the same place. When I was younger that would never have been the case, variety was something I had craved. Now, when I found something I truly enjoyed, I had no problem with a little repetition. Okay, perhaps a lot.

I was in the middle of my first bite, when a woman took the seat next to me. This piqued my interest for two reasons: First, there were a several open tables; Second, I deliberately choose this spot because once I am seated, taking the adjacent seat places the person in very intimate quarters with me. Typically this means I get to enjoy my lunch without distractions. Since close quarters did not bother this woman, I started pulling my coke and chips closer. As I did, she said, "No, need to rearrange anything on my behalf John."

I turned to get a better look at her, and saw a woman who was about 5'6", 120 pounds, olive skin, shoulder length, light brown hair and full soft lips. But it was her light brown eyes that caught my attention; not because of their color but because they seemed so sad. Looking at those eyes I asked, "Do I know you?"

She smiled softly and shook her head, "No, we have never met before and honestly, I wish we were not meeting now."

What do you say to a beautiful woman that you have never met; who deliberately takes a seat next to you and obviously knows you, then tells you she wished you weren't meeting? I didn't have a clue so I just looked on in silence.

Holding out her hand, "I am sorry for being so rude. My name is Stella Holmes." We shook hands perfunctory and she continued. "I won't take much of your time but I needed to talk to you about a problem we both share."

Turning away from Stella, I deliberately looked around hoping to find friends laughing at their practical joke, but could not see any. Turning back to her, I said "Stella I don't really know you, so I can't imagine you have any problem I can help with. It is probably best if I just leave." As I started pushing my unfinished meal into the paper sack from which it came, I felt her hand lightly touch my arm.

"Please John, give me 10 minutes, then I will leave you alone." 

I should have ignored this stranger and just left. Hell thinking back on it, I should have turned around and ran as fast as I could, but that is not what I did. Instead I stopped fiddling with my food and turned back to her. "Okay, you have ten minutes," and for dramatic affect I hit the timer on my watch.

She looked at me, paused long enough to take a deep breath and with a sad smile slowly said, "John, my husband has been seeing another woman behind my back for the last 6-months and that woman is your wife Sue."

The words came in crystal clear, but I didn't believe them and I told her so, "Stella, I am really sorry your husband is cheating on you but you have me confused with somebody else. My wife loves me and I love her. We've been married almost 15-years now and I'd bet my life, I'm the only she man she has ever known."

Stella's eyes got sadder with every word she heard. She reached into her purse without looking and pulled out a 2" thick manila envelope and placed it in front of me saying, "I'm sorry, truly I am. I know this hard for you accept, but I assure you the other woman is your Sue." Taping the envelope with her forefinger she told me that inside were pictures, a DVD and a Private Investigators report. 

As I started reaching for the envelope, she placed a gentle restraining hand over mine. "Please John, don't look at this material until after I have left and my advice is not to look at any of it until you can be alone for several hours. Reviewing the material will be quick, but processing it may take some time."

At this point I was one part angry, one part confused and one part scared so a little more loudly than necessary, "Lady, what the fuck is this and what exactly do you want from me?"

I saw her eyes blink at my tone, but she never looked away. "John, I have already told you. Your wife is fucking my husband behind my back. As for what I want from you."

"Yes, Stella what the hell do you want from me."

"John I really don't want anything from you except, maybe forgiveness."

I was confused again. "Stella if your story isn't pure bullshit, what is there I should forgive you for?"

As she started rising she said to me, "I have given you all the information you need to make your own conclusions about who needs your forgiveness. But I will tell you what I want from this meeting. First, I wanted give you this news face-to-face, I owed you that. Second, I want your wife out of Justin's life and mine."

She was up and about leave when she leaned back towards me and whispered. "I do believe that Sue loves you, so please try to respond to this in a way that you will be able to live with and don't just react to the pain. This was the hardest thing for me, but I am hoping it will make all the difference." She started walking away, when I grabbed her arm.

"What are you going to do about your cheating husband?"

She gave me a very cold smile and firmly said, "I am going to confront him on Sunday. After that he will have one week to convince me that he will never cheat on me again and we will move out of town by the end of the month. Either that, or I will leave him without reputation, money or his balls." When I heard the emotion behind those words I knew her husband was in a deep shit. 

While trying to decide if should follow her, she disappeared into to the crowd. Turning back to the envelope I started to pick it up, when Stella's voice came back to me and I knew I would wait for privacy.

There was no way I could open the envelope at work so I spent the longest afternoon of my life going from meeting to meeting, going through the motions. Neither my head or heart were on the day's work. Finally, my last meeting ended and I headed for home. 

---------- AN OLD MYSTERY EXPLAINED ----------

Arriving at 6:30 I set down my briefcase and then walked into the master bedroom where I found Sue watching TV. Seeing me, she jumped up, wrapped her arms around me in a strong hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. The same way she had greeted me every day since we got married. Looking up to me she smiled again and said, "Home early. What's the occasion? 

"Well, the weather man said it was going to be a nice weekend so I thought we could make an early night and head up the lake house tomorrow. We could do some dock fishing and later I could install the new hallway tiles."

Playfully she responded, "Awww, that sounds like fun but I can't tomorrow."

"Why not darling, you got a hot date with another man you can't break?"

Landing a soft punch in my left shoulder she laughed and said, "That's for making such a terrible accusation. You know I volunteered to help out with the Church's annual auction and that's what I'll be doing all day tomorrow. Now tell me you are sorry." 

I looked for signs of a lie on her face, not finding any; I hugged her close and whispered my apology.

After dinner I loaded my fishing gear into the car along with a duffle bag containing some work clothes and work gloves. Once packed, I headed back inside to watch a little TV.

Later that night, sleep eluded me as lunch kept replaying itself in my head and the wave of emotions kept being repeated. Around 1:00 a.m. I became aware that Sue was now curled against me. As I was wondering how this could happen without my notice, I felt her hand starting to slide towards my cock. 

"Are you awake?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yeah, too tired to sleep." I grunted back to her.

"Too, tired to sleep?" she chuckled, "Never heard that one. Is that anything like too tired to fuck?"

Before I could respond, she had pulled me onto my back and her mouth had engulfed my limp dick. I watched as she shifted her position until she was directly between my legs. Although she was facing me, her whole attention seemed to be focused on my dick. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings of her tongue licking the under-side and then the head of my dick. I felt the inside of her cheeks as she created a slight vacuum before moving upward. God, I love a good blow job and my hard dick was a testament to her talent. I opened my eyes to look at her again and quickly closed them lost in the sensation. "So long, so long since she had given me one of these." And with that thought, my mind filled with many things besides her lips.

Prior to our marriage Sue would go down on me all the time, but once she surrendered her virginity the frequency started to taper off. Why was always mystery? But it was a mystery that I had stopped pursuing years ago. Now, the only time her lips went near my dick was on my Birthday and Christmas. And the one time I ever refused those lips, her response had been, "looks like no Christmas gift for you."

Then I thought to myself, "What the fuck is going on?" My birthday was months ago and in the middle of the night she just starts sucking my dick? "Does she know Stella met with me today?", "What is she trying to cover up?"

My dick started to flag and she must have noticed, because she stopped sucking long enough to ask if I was enjoying it.

I automatically responded, "You know I am," and then thought to myself, "What made you decided to suck me this tonight?"

For the next 10 minutes Sue gave me one of the best and strangest blow jobs of all time. Her technique was wonderful, but one instant as I watched her lips push down on my dick and felt her hair moving against my skin, I thought the sensation would drive me insane. Then I would remember the envelope. The result was a cock that was constantly alternating from rock hard to semi hard. 

Eventually, I looked down on her with what I hope was a smile and asked, "What brings this on?"

Looking up at me with a playful smile, she pulled my dick out her mouth, and as she continued to tease me, by rubbing it against her cheek she said, "I was just thinking that it had been a very long time since I had tasted your cock and I wanted to see if it still tasted as good as I remembered." With that she returned to her taste testing.

After a few more minutes of praise worthy effort, she must have gotten frustrated with the continued ebb and flow of my cock and she stopped. As I looked at her, she smiled and said "Yup, it tastes just the same, sorry to have disturbed you."

To this I eloquently replied, "You are kidding, right?"

Then she gave an odd laugh and headed back to my dick saying, "Back to work."

Normally I would have ignored her banter, but the envelop had me on edge and her tone made me angry, so instead of chuckling and letting it go, "Back to work, what the hell does that mean? I asked.

Even worse than my having asked the question, she decided to actually answer it. "Come on John, you know that before I went all the way, giving a blow jobs the only way I could satisfy a man." "Yes I know that, but what's your point." I replied. "My point," she spat back at me, "is that I never enjoyed giving them, they were just something I had to do. The longer I kept my virginity the more blow jobs I gave. At some point giving head became nothing but work, something I dreaded doing but felt obligated to provide. But I love you baby, so I don't mind working hard to make you happy." With that she really went to town my cock. Unfortunately, with that revelation, regardless of what she was doing I was no longer interested. So I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled her up to me.

"Mmmm... What's wrong baby? I haven't finished yet and neither have you."

I continued to pull her up and then rolled to my right just enough for her to slide off me. Still holding her hair, I said "Sue I think it's much too late for you to be working so hard."

Her hand started sliding toward my cock as she said, "Aww... c'mon John don't be that way, I started this to make you happy and I think you were enjoying it. I know your dick doesn't want me to stop." At that point her hand found my dick and in surprised voice she said, "Well maybe it does."

She moved her hand away and asked, "John is there something wrong? The only time you ever turned down a blow job was after the company Christmas party where I had too much to drink and you accused me of embarrassing you."

"Sue, you did embarrass me that night, but let's not go there. Is there something wrong? There wasn't a few minutes ago, but there sure is now." Seeing the surprise in her eyes, "I've always loved the way you suck me off, but over the years you stopped doing it. You ignored any hints from me that I wanted some head. Hell, you plain refused for one reason or another every time I asked. Now it's to the point where I hope to get one on my Birthday and Christmas. Did you ever wonder why I stopped begging you to blow me?"

"John, name one time you ever begged me to blow you. You can't now can you?"

With an irritated sigh I replied, "Sue you may be right, I may not have ever begged you. But you know what, after a while it sure felt like I was, so I just stopped asking. At least now I understand why you never showed any interest as to why I stopped asking. That is what you had been working towards, wasn't it?"

With a touch of venom in her voice, "Now I'm sorry I tried to give you one tonight."

"You and me both Sue, you and me both."

After a long period of silence, I rolled over and as I lay facing away from her asked, "Sue, you really don't have idea how I am feeling right now do you?" When no comment followed, "After all these years I learn that you dread sucking me off. I always, always enjoyed your blow jobs, but now you have ruined that for me. I hope that makes you happy."

That got to her as she leaned up on her elbow, "Don't be such a jerk, I haven't ruined anything. I sucked your dick tonight and I'll do it again. So quit playing the martyr and go to sleep."

She was probably right, but I was like a dog with a bone, "Sue, I'm not making this more than it is. This is major. I love you with all my heart, so how can I ever enjoy a blow job from you again knowing how you feel about them?"

"God dammit John, that is not what I said or want?"

"Maybe not Sue, but that is how I am feeling right now." Turning away and putting my head back on my pillow I sarcastically added, "Good news is, giving up 2 a year shouldn't be too hard for me and you should find Christmas and my birthday less stressful now that you are longer burdened with my expectations." 

I felt movement and then her hand on my shoulder, softly she said "John, don't blow this out of proportion, you're making it sound much worse than I meant it. It's true that I don't go down on you that often, but doesn't that make it more special for you when I do. I don't suck your dick because I have to, instead I do because I love you and want to make you happy. Isn't that important too? Don't create a problem where there isn't one, please?"

Don't blow it out of proportion, what the fuck is she talking about. I was just about to respond when it hit me and before realizing what I was doing, I had turned towards her saying, "Sue did you give me one of your precious blow jobs because you didn't want to fuck me tonight?"

Hearing this, her face flushed slightly and for just an instant I thought she looked flustered, then "John, how could you say that? Why would you think that? You know I love making love to you, I always have? Really, why did you say that?"

Shit, this was not the discussion I wanted to have right now, but I had to respond it, didn't I? "Sue, I asked because you just told me that you always gave blow jobs to divert men from their desire to fuck you. What the hell else am I supposed to think?"

I could see real anger starting to flare up in her eyes as she started, "Dammit John, you are taking what I said all wrong. I started to suck you off because I wanted to taste you and to make you happy. In return not only do I get a limp dick, but you start a fight. We both need some rest so let's just go to sleep. We can talk about this tomorrow." With that she turned away from me.

Rolling back on my side I thought to myself, "What the fuck is going on. I woke up this morning and everything is fine. Now I got some stranger claiming that my wife is a whore and my wife is telling me she hates sucking my dick." One thing is for sure, this discussion is not over." I was wrong of course; I just didn't realize it yet.

Still awake at 4am I gave up on sleep, dressed and headed for the lake. Before leaving, I took a look at my sleeping wife and wondered what was going on and what would be become of us.

After a couple hours drive, interrupted only for a gas stop and the drive-through window at McDonald's, I arrived at the lake house. Some of my earliest memories are of this house. If the stories are to be believed my grandfather, designed this house and built the entire thing with his own hands. My dad used to tell me that it had taken his father 20-years to complete his dream. Even now, years after my parents had passed on, I still expected them to meet me at the door with a smile and a hug. And for years now, every time they didn't was a small disappointment.

As I passed through the gate and drove up the dirt road, I could see the house, which by today's standards was modest. In addition to the obligatory living room and kitchen, it had 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a game room and a wraparound porch. What made this house special though was the 320 acres of lake front property it was situated on. As I got near, I could see that the sun was going to be peeking over the hills in a matter of minutes and as I saw my grandpa's house come into view, it looked like my own personal Shangri-La.

After hurriedly unpacking the car I pulled an orange juice box out the ice chest, opened the screen door and went to the white rocking chair. I thought that no matter what happened later, I would officially start this day by watching the sun rise. As I remember that morning, the sun painted a spectacular scene as it made the hills and water come alive with its arrival. I remember getting lost in its quiet beauty.

Next thing I remember was waking up with half a box of warm orange juice laying on the porch and the sun high in the sky. After a few minutes of silent bitching, I decided that it was for the best, as I probably needed a little rest to do what I had come for. With that thought, I retrieved a liter bottle of water from chest and the envelope from where I had tossed it on the dresser. I brought both to the dining room table where I sipped from one and contemplated the other.

"Oh fuck it!" I grabbed the damned envelope and extracted a second envelope with a two page letter taped to the top. 

---------- THE LETTER ----------

John,




The Envelope



I have no idea what will be said when I give this to you, so excuse me if I am a bit redundant.

My name is Stella Holmes and my husband Justin Holmes has been having an affair with your wife Susan for the last 6-months. In the second envelope you will find a redacted copy of my PI's report, photographs and an edited DVD. I have separated this material so you might think before acting. 

I realize it may already be too late, but after this letter, take some time to really think about how much you love Sue and what that love has meant to you over the years. I can assure you that the affair is ended and is no longer a threat to your relationship. The questions you now should focus on are: Can you forgive her and are you willing to fight for your marriage? Please, don't open the second envelope until you know the answers to those questions.

No man could avoid looking at the hard evidence of a wife's infidelity, but since that is my hope, the obligation is on me to convince you of its truth. So there will be no need to open the send envelope.

I was there at the beginning of the affair; in fact I am the reason they met. It started at club enigma. Justin was letting his ego run his mouth, playfully bragging that all the ladies wanted him. Tired of his boasts I finally offered to bet that I could find a woman that wouldn't want him. He agreed, and I picked your wife. Why? Because I had seen her on a previous visit to the club. She wore her wedding ring proudly, arrived and left with her girlfriends and although many men asked her to dance, she never accepted. I felt certain she would put a damper on Justin's ego.

Having arranged the bet and selected his target, I wandered over to another part of the club and waited for my chastened husband to find me. Two hours later, I found him sitting alone with your wife. I introduced myself and after an initial awkwardness everyone relaxed. The turning point occurred 30 minutes later, when my husband offered Sue some ecstasy. A few minutes after her initial refusal, Justin managed to convince her to give it a try. At that point, realizing Justin was going to win the bet, I took a tab too.

I won't go into all the details, but Sue did come home with "us" that night. Maybe it was the mix of alcohol and ecstasy, maybe it was the ménage, and maybe it was just knowing we all were being so wicked. Whatever it was, it proved to be a very intense experience. So much so, that when Sue asked the next morning if she could go clubbing with us that night, I told her no, but if she hurried home, grabbed some clothes and drove right back she could spend the day. She was gone only an hour and stayed with us till noon on Thursday. She had to leave then, so she could be ready for your return on the next day.

When she left that afternoon, I was a very happy wife. Justin and I had just shared a wonderfully sensual week and we had shared a once-in-a-lifetime experience with a very special woman. A woman who was looking forward to the return of the one man she loved above all others... you John.

Two months later, I found a pair of soiled panties, panties that weren't mine. Failing to get an acceptable explanation from Justin, I hired a Private Investigator. Two weeks later they confirmed his infidelity and I asked them to obtain as much evidence as they could. Weeks later, looking at their initial photographs I was stunned to see that Sue was "the other woman."

It didn't make sense to me. I knew that Justin was capable of cheating on me, but I was convinced from the way she talked, that Sue was deeply in love with you. So I asked the investigators to find out what they could about her. Where she lived? Where she worked? Was she after money? Did her husband find out? Does he know what's going on? Did they separate? It took several months, but the investigators were finally able to answer all but one of my questions. I still don't know why she did it.

According to the report, every time you left on a business trip for a week or more, Sue would see my Justin every day. Always stopping the day before your return. Some of these meetings were for 30-minutes or less, but some were all day and a few were all day and all night.

Considering my early involvement in this situation you are probably thinking I was okay with this. Believe me, I am not. I loved that first week. It was wonderful for me as a woman and as a wife. But it was something I had shared with my husband. It was an experience we gave to each other and shared with your Susan. What they have been doing since didn't involve me and because of that I find it unacceptable.

As angry as I am with Justin, I realize that I still love him deeply. He has hurt me greatly, but I believe we will survive this as man and wife. I will confront him Sunday but am confident he will choose to stay with me. The choice will be hard for him as I will extract my revenge and it will include no small amount of pain and a great deal of humiliation. But it will be no more than he has made me experience.

I have 4 reasons for writing this letter and providing you with the proofs contained in the 2nd envelope. The first was to make you aware of the situation, because I know in your place, I would want to know. The second was to provide you with all the evidence you need if you decide to leave your wife. The third, was to ask that you consider carefully if your marriage to Sue is worth fighting for before making any decisions. These goals are now accomplished. John, be very deliberate in what you choose to do next; be sure it is what you really want. 

My fourth reason for all this is to ask your forgiveness. I realize that my involvement is unforgivable. I have no excuse. I know what I did was wrong and I accept that the pain and embarrassment I am dealing with every day is the direct result of my own actions. You on the other hand, are the innocent victim of our collective choices. For this I am truly sorry and beg your forgiveness.

That is all I have to say. I do not know where you will go from here, but my investigators reported that you are a good and decent man. I trust you to do what's right.

Stella Holmes 

---------- THE SECOND ENVELOPE ----------

Finishing Stella's letter, I got up and removed a can of beer from the ice chest, popped it open and drank it down in two gulps. Not only was it refreshing but it gave my mind something to focus on, as it starting to race down many paths at once. 

Can I believe Stella? Would any woman make this kind of shit up? She must have the wrong Sue. Shit, Sue would never go to bed with these two? Years ago when I shared my fantasy of having a threesome with her, she went ballistic, telling me she would never share me and she would never sleep with a woman because it was disgusting. So strong was her reaction that I never brought the topic up again. Dammit, this isn't right. Stella's investigators identified the wrong husband that's the only possible answer.

In hindsight, I should have taken Stella's words at face value. I should have spent the afternoon contemplating my life with Sue and the future I wanted for us. Instead I did exactly what she asked me not do. I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor cabinet.. took the second envelope over to the couch and opened it. I should have listened to Stella.

Inside was a thick PI report detailing people, locations, times and observations; i.e., who was doing what to who and were they enjoying it. But I didn't get around to reading it till much later. Instead my eyes were drawn to the 8x10 photos that spilled into my hand. Each had a neatly printed date and time stamp. Each could be described as a high definition image. And each and everyone one of them showed my wife.

Although the pictures represented several different dates and times they all had several common characteristics. The all showed a man enjoying passionate sex with my wife. In none of the pictures could you see the man's face, however, in every picture you could see the engagement and wedding rings I had placed upon Susan's finger. Also, some part of her body was dripping cum. In some pictures it was dripping off her face or tits, in others it was falling out of her pussy or ass. But in every one there was semen dripping off her. In every picture, a man's cock was penetrating her. Again depending upon the picture it may have been her mouth, her pussy, her ass. But there it was in every picture. Seeing all these images broke my heart, but what destroyed me was the other common quality. You see, in every single picture the look on my wife's face was one of pure unadulterated joy. She was in rapture.

After that I drank a little, but not as much as you might think. After a short while, with all the photos spread out before me on the floor, I started the DVD. Watching it was really anticlimactic. For the most part the video wasn't as detailed or as sharp as the pictures had been. Also, the shock value just wasn't there anymore. Yes, the video showed the bitch fucking and sucking that mother fucker every way you can imagine, but all I felt watching it was empty.

After a long while, I put everything back into the envelope and put it back on my dresser. Then I crawled onto my bed and started to cry. I cried uncontrollably for quite a while. At some point a memory came to me of the last time I had laid in this bed feeling terrible. I was a freshman and I was feeling like shit because my girl friend had dumped me for a Junior with a driver's license and an old car. Mom and Dad let me wallow in self pity all day Saturday and until they returned from church on Sunday. At which time Dad came to me and said, "Enough is enough boy." He told me that Life is hard and not fair so don't be shocked when every once in while it kicks you in the ass. 

I remembered looking up at him and asking what I could do to stop the pain. He grabbed my shirt and literally pulled me off the bed before he answered me. "Son you have to accept that eventually the rains come, sometimes they bring bumper crops and sometime they bring the flood. When it's a flood all you can ever do is man-up. That means you face the facts and then you do your best to take care of yourself, to take care of your family and if possible help those less fortunate than you. You do that every time a storm enters your life and no matter the outcome, I'll be proud to call you my son." 

A few minutes later I was sitting back at the dining table, drinking bottled water trying to decide if my marriage was salvageable. After a painful hour I concluded it wasn't. I could have gotten past almost everything. It would not have been easy, but I really think that with her help, my love for her would have gotten me through it. Unfortunately, there was one thing. Well it really wasn't any single action on Sue's part, but rather the result of many. It was knowing that she had given him her ass on several occasions when she had forever denied me. It was the look of joy on her face as she sucked him off. It was her smile as she pulled him out her mouth in order to paint her face with his sperm. It was hearing her orgasm as he stuffed her ass. Taken all together, it meant I could never forgive her. I couldn't forgive her because she had given herself more fully to another man in the last 6-months than she had to me over the last 15 years.

Realizing the hard decision had been made, I started thinking how to approach divorce. I knew that I wanted to present it as a fait accompli rather than suffer through a long strung out group of arguments and legal battles. So I reached for a clean sheet of paper and started developing a list of everything I would need to do: find a lawyer, bank accounts, credit accounts, find a place to live and protect as much of my assets as possible from the divorce. Looking at the final list, I knew it would take me at least 2-3 months to be ready. 

As I drove back home that evening, I started to worry about how I was going to keep Susan convinced that everything was normal over the next 3-months. In the middle of my worry a thought popped into my head that caused me to let out a soft ironic laugh. A mile further down the road, I pulled off to the shoulder and added one more item to the action list: Plan Party. Laughing out loud, I put the car back into gear and returned to the road.

---------- Preparation ----------

The next 3-months were a bit more than hectic. I got through them, by focusing on what was important: preparing for the divorce and what came after, maintaining the charade of normalcy for Susan, and the party.

It took me a week to find a good attorney. From the first time we met, I knew he was just what I was looking for. I told him I wanted a lawyer that would get me a divorce based upon Susan's infidelity and one that would maximize my share of our joint property. I told him, that once she was served I never wanted to see her again. He thought this would create unnecessary complications, but I assured him it was a requirement. Finally, I wanted him to locate Mr. and Mrs. Holmes and sue them for alienation of affections. Stella was right, it was unforgiveable and I wanted my pound of flesh too. Before I left his office, he had a sizeable retainer and I had an introduction to a financial advisor who specialized in getting husband's ready for a divorce.

The first time I met my new advisor, I provided him with a list of every asset and liability I had and he spent 40 minutes asking me questions. When we met a week later, he had some very good news and detailed plan for protecting my assets. On my next visit, I signed a limited power of attorney and directed him to execute the plan. This involved closing out my retirement accounts, transferring funds from my joint to individual accounts and moving funds off shore. The key to this plan though was selling my family's lake home. It turns out his estimate was wrong, the house closed 45-days after it entered the market and the net price was almost 50% more than his best scenario. I would never have to worry about paying my bills again. 

My original plan had been to set up a 2 bedroom apartment to live in after I left Susan. But based upon my new financial plan I thought a larger change in scenery would be appropriate. A week after the money from the house was in my account, I booked an around the world cruise aboard the Queen Elizabeth 2. The ocean view cabin with balcony cost me $37,125 but I had always wanted to travel the world and I couldn't think of a better time. The QE2 would leave from New York and 4-months later return me to the same city. Unfortunately, the QE2 wasn't departing until 3 months after the party. It took me another week, but I managed to plan an enjoyable way to wait for the cruise.

As you can guess, pretending everything was normal was hardest in the beginning. Starting with the night I returned from the lake house, I had to consciously look into her eyes and smile. I think the only reason I made it that first week was because of the blow job. That night, as I was starting to fall asleep, Susan's hand started to fondle my hardening dick. I tried to ignore it, hoping it was just one of her playful gropes. But when I felt the blankets move as she pulled her head under the covers, I turned over and tossed back the blankets.

In a not to friendly tone, I asked "What are you doing?"

She gave me her best coquettish smile and said, "Finishing what I started last time you were next to me."

"Susan, you have to be kidding me! I am not the kind of man that will allow the woman he loves to do something she hates, so please, go to sleep."

As her smiled disappeared, she pulled her face up close to mine. "John, quit being a dick. You are my husband and I love you and I am going to suck your dick until you cum. So quit playing martyr-man just because you're angry." And with that she moved lower and took my cock into her mouth.

I looked at her, smiled and then I closed my eyes until after I had cum. As she had started to move downwards, what I had said was completely true. Old fashioned maybe, but still true. Luckily for me and my dick, I no longer loved her that much. So whether she hated it or not, I no longer cared.

I am sure that after that night she thought our last squabble had been fixed. I tried very hard to encourage that belief. I also minimized my time at home. My job had always required travel but with seniority and position I was at the point where I only had to be gone 1 week out of every 6. However, for next 3-months I was gone 3 out of 4 weeks and even started staying the weekends, something I hadn't done in a decade. When Susan asked why the sudden increase in travel, I told her two people had quit and until we could get replacements hired and trained I would be earning lots of frequent travel miles. As I turned away from her, I couldn't help wondering if she would have ever asked this question had Stella's husband still been available.

Over the 3-months, there were still many nights when I was home. Since I had stopped trying to initiate sex with her, after the first month, she took the initiative. However even though I found myself to be extremely horny due to my abstinence, every time I got between her legs and was ready to penetrate her, I lost my erection. At first she was very understanding, but then she started asking what was wrong. I blamed it all on the stress I was under at work. After the fourth failure, I told her that I would make a doctor's appoint and we would see if Viagra was really as good as people say.

For the party I rented a small ballroom at the International Hotel in Addison. I chose it because it was the right size to hold 60 people and because it had two 55" flat screen TV's mounted on each of the four walls and a separate media control room accessible from the second floor. 

All of our friends and family received an invitation, asking them to join me in a surprise party for my wife, in celebration of our 15-year anniversary. The invitation was also very specific that it was going to be an adult only party. 52 people confirmed they would attend. I was hoping to make it a very memorable night for all of them.

---------- THE PARTY ----------

The day of my anniversary arrived and I woke my wife up with a soft kiss on the cheek. As she started to sit up, I said, "Happy Anniversary" and placed her breakfast tray across her lap. 

In between sips of her orange juice and small bites of toast, she grinned and said "You're such a good cook, I think I'll keep you as my husband for bit longer." 

Instead of telling her that she no longer had that option, I smiled back to her and told her hurry up, company was coming over and she had to get dressed. An hour later, Susan was surprised when I let her best friend Allison through the door. She was even more surprised to see the limo waiting outside. I reached behind one of the living room chairs and pulled out a very large bag and handed it to her. The bag contained a number of gift wrapped packages and Susan, asked "For me?"

I kissed her softly on the cheek and said, "Yes, Susan all for you." I then told her that Allison was going to keep her company at the "Golden Age Spa". She was going to spend the entire day being pampered. The only thing I asked was that she be dressed in the new clothes I had just handed her and be ready at 6:00 p.m. At that time, the limo would return to pick them up and Allison would bring you to me. After assuring her I wasn't kidding, she told me she loved me, kissed me hard and headed towards the limo with Allison in the lead.

20-minutes after the limo had pulled away a short moving van pulled into my driveway. An hour later everything I wanted to take with me was packed and on its way to storage. It wasn't much, mainly pictures and mementos from growing up, some tools and clothes. When it was done, I thought it was pretty sad that there was so little I wanted to keep after 15-years. 




The Envelope



I arrived at the hotel at 5:00pm and had a 15-minute chat with the Dave, the man who would be running the media booth. I gave him a CD filled with music he could start playing at 5:30 and a DVD. I gave him a $100 bill and told him that when he received my text he should begin playing the DVD. I also warned him that at some point people might be yelling at him to turn it off. He said for another $100 he would make sure he was deaf until it finished playing. "Good man!" I told him as I slipped $100 bill into his palm.

By 6:00 p.m., everyone had arrived and I had personally thanked them for joining me on this very special night. As I looked at all of them I realized two things: First, they were all members of Susan's family or her friends that had become our family and friends. I realized that over the years I had focused my entire life on Susan and her world. (Silently, I promised never repeat that mistake) My second realization was that all of them were good people and that I would miss having them in my life.

As was appropriate for a 15th anniversary, Sue wore a very short black dress that sparkled with light due to the hundreds of Swarovski crystals sewn into the material. The crystals edged a long deep neckline serving thereby emphasizing her 36C breasts. The 4" stiletto heels combined with the short skirt provided momentary flashes of her stocking tops as she moved. When I looked at her, she was the most beautiful and sensual woman in the world. The only woman I had truly loved. 

As she entered the room, Susan was greeted with a spontaneous eruption of applause and good wishes from all those who loved her. She was clearly surprised by the crowd and enthusiasm so I gave her a moment to take it all in, before moving towards her. Giving her a quick kiss, I turned her towards the tables and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen my wife of 15-years Susan." 

Over the next hour I played the part of the happy husband, moving from table to table with Susan, thanking them all for joining us. Later after the food and been consumed and the sweets eaten. I gathered everyone's attention and gave Susan her anniversary gift. It was a 1.5" crystal heart hanging from a platinum chain. As I hung it around her neck, I told her that she now wore my heart. What she didn't know, was that I had this heart made especially for her. You see, crystal hearts are easy to find, but I learned it is very hard to make one that contains a significant crack running through it, and that is what it had. The heart she now wore was as completely broken as mine.

Susan told the crowd that I whisked her out of the house so fast this morning that she hadn't thought about taking my big anniversary gift with her. As she handed me a plain white envelope with the hotel logo on it, she told the crowd, but that didn't mean she had come to the party empty handed. 

As everyone looked on, I extracted a hand written note, "My Dearest John, You have filled this day with wonderful surprises so I hope you will find my gift equally surprising. My anniversary gift to you is my ass. You have always wanted to fuck it and I have always refused. Tonight when we get home I will happily give it to you. Love, Sue" Reading the note I felt my face grow hot. Everyone noticed and started laughing, understanding that my wife had just given me a very naughty gift. Susan even laughed at my reaction. What they didn't realize was that I wasn't red faced from embarrassment but from anger. Here she was on our anniversary, giving me a gift that she no longer valued. What she was offering me was a second hand gift that had already been used by another until it was no longer wanted. 

I encouraged everyone's misconceptions and plastering a smile on my face, made a big show out of folding the note and putting it in safe place. Everyone seemed to appreciate that gesture too, as it started another round of laughter and cat calls.

When my watch showed 8:40 Susan was sitting at the head table happily chatting with 3 of her friends and I was paying my respects to her aunt and uncle who happened to be seated very close to the exit. At 8:45 I left the ball room and exited the rear entrance of the hotel. I got into the back seat of the limo and fired up the lap top that was waiting on the seat. Once I had connected to the hotel's Wi-Fi, I sent the PLAY DVD text message to Dave.

Sitting in the limo, I watched as a video camera located in the media control room, streamed images onto my screen in real time. My only purpose for tonight's party was to show this video. After all the time and money I had spent to make this a reality. I was anxious to see its impact.

---------- THE DVD ----------

It opened with an empty champagne flute ringing a single note as a silver knife lightly tapped it sides. "Attention, if I could have all of your attention for a moment." My voiced flowed out through the room's sound system. After a brief pause, my voice over continued. "I had to step out of the room for a moment, but that's not a concern because I have left my virtual self to provide this tribute to my beautiful wife Susan."

I watched as everyone took their seats and stared up at the nearest screen.

"As you all know 15-years ago today Susan took me as her husband and I took her as my wife. At the time I thought I was the luckiest man alive, I suspect you all still see me that way." As my voice over continues images of the first 14-years of our marriage appear and melt into view. "In the first 14-years Susan helped me to become a better man and better husband. Together we learned what made the other sad and what we could do to make the other laugh. In better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, Susan was there for me. Forsaking all others she was my perfect complement, my partner, my best friend and my lover."

Besides her love, during those first 14-years she gave many gifts but the two I have always treasured the most are these." As I continue speaking the screens fill with the matching images. "The first of these is my wedding ring. Since she stood at the altar and placed it on my finger I have proudly worn it every day. I will admit to you, that with all the travel my work has required there were many lonely nights and on more than one occasion I was offered the solace of a temporary companion. But I always refused, not because my needs are less than any other man's, but because that ring was a constant reminder that everything I needed was waiting for me when I got back home."

"The second most memorable gift was a Mount Blanc pen. Susan gave it to me on our 10th Anniversary. She told me she had ordered it a year earlier and that it was a one of a kind. If you look closely you will see that instead of a single floating diamond that usually sits atop this model, there are two stones suspended in such a way that they appear to face each other. My birthstone is bloodstone and it is the one that sits on top. The emerald below it is Susan's birthstone. I loved this pen the first time I saw it. I loved it for its uniqueness but more importantly because of the love that went into designing it and getting it made. In the last 5-years, I can honestly say, that every time I have used this pen, I have thought of the woman who gave it to me and how much she means to me?"

Once again the giant LCD screens show a champagne flute, but this time it is being filled with champagne. As fingers grip the stem and start lifting it out of view my disembodied voice asks everyone, "Join me in toasting my wife Susan who showed me what love can be." The screens show the empty glass being lowered back to the table. 

"I have just shared with you my special memories from the first 14-years of my marriage to Susan. But this is our 15th Anniversary and I must tell you, that this has been the most amazing year of all. This year Susan gave me two more gifts that I will never forget and I would like to share them with you now."

"The first was the gift of wonder and surprise. You see it was just a few months ago that she explained to me why oral sex had gone from being a frequent part of our play to a semi-annual event. After 14-years of marriage she had surprised me with how little I really knew about her."

"The second gift she gave me this year was this." An old style Viking helmet appears on the screen. "You see, this year my loving wife gave me a set of horns to wear. As you can all see they were big and heavy." Watching the crowd at this point I could see that the older men suddenly took more interest, but the majority still didn't get it.

"After giving this a great deal of thought, I have decided that these are just too heavy for me wear so," In the ball room every one watched the monitors as the horns were sawn off one at a time. Finally, the monitors show only the disfigured helmet. 

"Everyone here has been a good friend to Susan and me. Over the years we have all shared many happy moments. To my wife Susan who I loved with all of my heart and all of you, it is my hope that your life will be filled with happiness, that your constant companion will be contentment. Susan to you and to all our friends I say with a sad heart, Via Con Dios."

As the screens fade to black, I watch a solitary figure stand up and move towards Susan. I see him speaking and after she confirms her identity, I see him withdraw from his pocket two plastic bags which he places in front of her. The first one contains the remains of a destroyed Mount Blanc pen. I watch as she holds up the second bag trying to understand what it is. From her reaction I can tell the instant she recognizes that the 4 separate pieces are what is left of my wedding band. I smile at the thought, that no one had noticed it missing from my hand. Finally, the man draws an envelope from his pocket and informs her she is officially served. As I continue to watch the man quickly turns and heads toward the exit. I see Susan following behind screaming at him, when the monitors come back to life.

My final narration was brief and delivered in stark somber tones, "What would you do, if this was your wife or your husband?" and with that, the raw images of Justin Holmes and Susan were presented for all to see. Focusing on Susan's reactions, I think she finally realized how much I appreciated her anniversary gift, because when she saw the close up of her gaping asshole oozing Justin's cum, she collapsed to the floor.

The party was all I had hoped, so I shut down the laptop. Thirty minutes later I tipped the driver and walked into "Terminal C" of DFW Airport. An hour and three scotches later, I was in the air.

---------- Epilogue ----------

I spent the 3-months immediately following the party in the Florida Keys, where I rented a shack on the beach and spent every day in or under the water. Before I left, one of the things I knew for a certainty, was that there are many women who consider a good blow job a wonderfully fun way to play.

The 4 months I spent on the QE2 were spectacular and worth every penny. Seeing the world through television is one thing, but it doesn't compare to seeing the actual wonders with your own eyes. As for companions, an unusually large percentage of passengers turned out to be fascinating people and they made every meal worth participating in. And although there were few single women on board, there were even fewer single men. So I never lacked for companionship at dinner or on the dance floor or when I went ashore.

During these 7 months my divorce was finalized and because I followed excellent legal and financial advice, I managed to retain the majority of our previously joint assets. Of course the photos and video helped too. There were two surprises during this time. The first was that Stella and Justin settle my lawsuit for $500,000. The second occurred 5-months after the party. My lawyer contacted me and informed me that Susan would agree to all of our terms, but only if she could speak to me face-to-face. The counselor recommended very strongly that I do so. I countered by saying I wouldn't meet with her, but that I would agree to a 15-minute video call. So on the appointed day, I found myself in the ships video conference room, looking at Susan for the last time.

After she said hello, I deliberately started the timer of my watch and said, "It's your 15 minutes." She spent 10 of them explaining how it was a big mistake, how she had been stupid and that it would never happen again. I just stared at the screen remembering how her lips tasted, how she loved to be kissed, and how much I missed her. She spent the rest of her time, begging me to come back home. When her time was up, I asked my lawyer if I had met my obligation. He exchanged looks with Susan's lawyer and then said "Yes, John you have." "Good." I said. Then I looked directly at the camera, knowing that to Susan it would appear as if I was looking directly at her. "Susan I gave you everything I had to give and I thought you had given me all of yourself in return. But once I saw you with your lover, I knew that I had never had more than a small part of you. Seeing you together I understood that you had shared more of yourself with him than you ever had with me."

After a slight pause I continued, "Susan, my entire professional career has involved negotiating agreements and one reason for my success is that I have always tried to create an equitable agreement. I always sought contractual relationships where both sides received as much value as they gave. Knowing this, do you believe I could ever accept a relationship where I gave everything and my partner gave less than the same?" She looked down, and shook her head. Standing up from the chair, I said "Neither do I Susan."

Looking up quickly she asked "John, why did you stop calling me Sue after all these years?" With a sigh I sat back down so that once again she could see my face, "Sue was the wife that waited for me to return home, she was the one who took joy in being my companion and my lover. Susan was the whore who got picked up by strangers and fucked in the ass." As I saw tears start to roll down her cheek, I stood up saying "Good bye Susan, and Sue via con dios, via con dios my love."



The Envelope Please



My two best guy friends, Jake and Derek, came over that Saturday morning to cheer me up. I poured three cups of fresh coffee and set out a plate of danishes, a sinful treat in honor of my being dumped by Stephen, my boyfriend of three years.

Neither Jake nor Derek had the decency to look like they felt bad for me.

"What you need," Jake said, as he chewed on a cheese danish, "is to purge him from your system."

"I could start drinking," I said. "That oughtta flush him right out."

Derek shook his head. "No, something more...dramatic, I think."

"Take a trip?" I suggested. "Maybe some sort of spiritual journey? Or a weekend at a health spa?"

Jake and Derek were my very gay next-door neighbors who adopted me minutes after I left Oklahoma for a job in Los Angeles. Jake was a lawyer at a non-profit organization downtown. Derek was an amazing hair stylist at an upscale salon in Hollywood. The two of them had become the brothers I'd never had. Plus, I now had really great hair.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now," Jake said. "I think that in order for you to find happiness in the next relationship, to rectify the karma, so to speak, you need to identify the single most problematic element of your relationship with Stephen and deal with it. Otherwise, you might just end up with another Stephen."

I sipped my coffee and thought about that for a moment. "Are you sure I only have to identify one problem? It seems like I could make a list."

Derek reached for a second danish. "If you really think about it, all of the other problems were just, I don't know, symptoms of the main one. Secondary problems."

I looked at Derek. "It sounds like you've already identified the primary problem."

"Come on, Emma," Derek gave me a pleading look. "Think."

I didn't know where to start. Stephen and I seemed to be pretty matched personality-wise. We both loved movies, hiking, traveling, reading, Mexican food.

"This is just pathetic," Jake said. "Either you're absolutely clueless, or too embarrassed to admit the problem."

I looked up.

"Sex," Derek said. "You were sexually incompatible."

"I take offense to that," I said. "The sex was fine."

"Was it? He always looked a heck of a lot cheerier when he left in the morning than you did when you left in the morning."

I blushed. There was something weird about knowing your two gay brother stand-ins were tracking your sexual progress.

"Here's what I think," Jake said. "I think that Stephen pursued you because he saw you as a cute, all-American good girl from Oklahoma. Which isn't a bad thing." He held up a hand before I could protest. "But you also have a pretty serious inner tigress who likes adventure. And when you figured out that he might be scared off by the inner tigress, you caged her up."

"The problem, as I see it," Derek said, "Is that Stephen picked up on the fact that you were holding something back from him, and that you weren't happy. And that's why he walked."

"And now you're worried that I'm going to keep my inner tigress locked up," I said, my eyebrows raised. "That's just weird, guys."

"Is it? What if, deep down, you're really worried that he picked up on that inner tigress? What if you think you just have to work harder to keep her caged up? You'll never be happy. The men you're with will never be happy. And then we'll never be happy," Jake said. "And you don't want us unhappy, right?"

I leaned back in my chair and nursed my coffee cup. This conversation was getting a little embarrassing for my all-American good-girl self. "So what's the cure?"

"A week of hot sexual escapades that will purge the lame missionary sex with Stephen right out of your soul," Derek said.

I burst into laughter.

"Uh, with whom?" I was laughing so hard that that my coffee was sloshing over the rim of my cup. "You guys?"

"I love you to bits, Emma, but you're just not my type," Jake said. "But we know a lot of guys -- and a few girls, too -- who would totally dig you."

I looked back and forth from Jake to Derek. "You're serious."

"Totally," Derek said.

"No fucking way," I said.

Jake pressed the back of his hand to his head in mock horror. "The inner tigress surfaced to utter a foul word, Derek."

"No," I said.

"You don't even know what we were going to say," Jake said.

"I don't have to. I don't think this is a good idea," I said. "Besides, I don't need your opinion of me to sink. I feel low enough all on my own right now."

Derek leaned forward on his arms and gave me the most serious look I've ever seen from him. "Sweetheart, there is nothing that we'd like more than to see you be comfortable with yourself. How could we think less of you for that? Especially a couple of guys like us?"

Both Derek and Jake were estranged from their families because they were openly gay. Derek's father, a man who preached "love everyone" from the pulpit, gave Derek the boot when he turned eighteen. Jake's family tried at first to be understanding, but when his nieces and nephews were born, Jake grew tired of how his sisters shielded their children from him. So he faded away.

I never really thought about how hard that must have been, leaving family and friends like that. Yet, I couldn't imagine Derek and Jake happy had they not been true to themselves.

"You think it will take a whole week, huh?"

"Look," Jake said. "Here's what I think you should do." He reached behind him to the kitchen counter, where I kept a pad of paper and ink pens near my cell phone charger. "Ask your inner tigress to name the three most daring things she would like to try. Three things that she's almost too embarrassed to even tell you about. Write them down, one to each piece of paper. Put them in an envelope and slip them under our door. We'll make it happen for you."

I could only sit there and blink. "You've got to be kidding me," I said.

"Think about it," Derek said. He and Jake kissed my cheeks and headed out the door.

***

I refused to think about it. I cleaned my apartment. No, I scoured my apartment. I went for a walk. Then I tried jogging. Then I rented a half-dozen movies. Two weeks passed, and I was restless, frustrated, embarrassed.

Then the dreams started. Very, very sexy dreams. I was tied up and naked and hands roamed my body. I was bent over a chair while being pounded by a giant cock. Mouths sucked on my nipples. Streams of cum shot across my chest.

For three nights in a row, I woke up hot, wet, sweating, needing. Pushing myself over the edge wasn't enough. I wanted more.

At three-thirty on a Wednesday morning, I sat at my kitchen table and picked up the pen and pad of paper with shaking hands.

Images of my dreams flashed through my mind. Even though I sat alone in my kitchen, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. A good girl didn't have thoughts like this. A good girl didn't sit at her kitchen table, thinking about what kinds of crazy sex she secretly dreamed of having with people she didn't even know.

What the hell is the matter with me? I thought. I'm just writing down thoughts. I don't even have to show them to anyone. I can have fantasies. I can write them down.

I held my pen over the paper, poised to write.

It was four-fifteen, and I still hadn't written a single word.

When did I become such a coward?

Or is the problem that I couldn't narrow my list down to three? I giggled. Gee, Jake, I could picture myself saying, I hope you don't mind that I gave you thirty-five different pieces of paper. I hope you have that many friends.

Just write something, I said to myself. Anything. The first thing that comes to your mind.

I took a deep breath and wrote in the most honest tone I could muster:

I want to be tied up, blindfolded and fucked by men I don't know and will never see.

My heart raced so hard I could feel the pulse in my throat. With a shaky hand, I reached for a second piece of paper from the pad.

I want to taste pussy.

I couldn't believe I wrote that. I was so hot and so wet just thinking about it. I reached for a third piece of paper and thought about what my very last sexual fantasy might be.

I want two men at once. I want to ride a big cock while another cock is riding my ass.

I threw the pen on the table and jumped out of the chair. Tears of embarrassment streamed down my face, but I was so hot, so turned on, that I lay down on my living room floor and fingered myself into three orgasms before I was calm enough to sleep.

***

I slipped the envelope under Jake and Derek's door, hoping no one saw me do it. During the entire six-mile drive to work, which took a solid forty-three minutes in Los Angeles traffic, emotions tumbled around in my head. I couldn't believe I actually wrote down three fantasies. I couldn't believe I shared them with Jake and Derek. God, what were they going to think when they saw them? What were they going to do? What would my landlord think when a bunch of random people started visiting my apartment, and the oh-so-obvious sounds of wild sex could be heard through the walls?

I almost rear-ended the car in front of me twice.

And yet I was so, so very wet.

After work, I all but tip-toed back to my apartment. I just couldn't face Jake and Derek after what I was beginning to think of as The Envelope Incident. Relieved to go undetected, I locked the apartment's deadbolt and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. My cell phone chimed its three-tone notice of a new text message. It was from Derek.

Biltmore downtown. 8 p.m. tonite. Rm 436.

Holy shit. That was only two hours from now.

Jake and Derek knew me well enough to know that I would look for a chicken exit if they gave me time to find one. They weren't going to give me much of a chance to back out.

I showered and headed for the Biltmore.

***

I found the elevator and pressed four. I stepped into the hallway and followed the arrows to 436. I stood in front of the door for what seemed like forever. I thought about walking away. I thought about running away. But then I thought about how one of my very own fantasies was supposed to be on the other side of that door. The hallway was empty. Who would know that I had been here? Who would know about this indulgence?

My inner tigress knocked on the door.

A tall, elegant woman with blue eyes and dark hair swept up into a knot answered the door. "I'm Evie," she said. "I'm here to help you get ready."

The room was actually a posh suite. We stood in the foyer, which lead to a large living room. Across the room were French doors, presumably leading to the bedroom.

Evie took my hand and lead me to the guest bathroom. She helped me undress and then gave me a lacy black robe to wear. I looked at myself in the mirror, my dark blond hair, my gray eyes, my pretty decent country-girl figure that was a little curvier and rounded than was preferred in Los Angeles. I felt self conscious and insecure.

Evie ran her eyes over what she could see through the robe. I felt a flash of heat as the approval registered on her face. "Jake was right," she said. "Nate and Alex will love you."

She led me across the living room and opened one of the French doors to the bedroom. Two incredibly hot men were inside -- one sitting on the giant California-King-sized bed, the other sitting in an armchair. Both men wore black robes. The men stood as I entered the room.

"This is Emma," Evie said. She untied the sash of my robe and, stepping behind me, pulled it off. "She's all yours." Evie let the robe pool on the floor before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

I stood there, naked and somewhat in shock, unsure of what to do. The blond man who had been sitting on the bed walked over to me and traced a finger from my chin down past my collar bone to the valley between my breasts. He was at least a foot taller than me, tanned, muscular, and blue-eyed. I was wet just from looking at him.

"I'm Nate," he said. "Jake thought Alex and I could take extra special care of you."

Alex walked over to us and stood to my left. He traced my spine from my hairline down to my ass with the fingers of his right hand. Alex had an olive complexion, dark hair, dark eyes, and though a couple of inches shorter than Nate, was just as muscular.

"So perfect," Alex murmured. "Just like Jake promised."

I looked each man in the eye. They were serious.

"So what do we do now?" I whispered.

"Now we satiate your tigress," Nate whispered back, and put his lips on mine. They were both soft and hard, and oh, so perfect. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide inside. I put one hand inside the opening of his robe, and he let go of me just long enough to shed it. His hands stroked my arms, and though my eyes were closed, I memorized the feel of his chest, his arms, followed the trail of hair down his chest, and brushed against his hot, velvety smooth cock.

I almost came on the spot.

Alex stood behind me, his teeth and tongue gliding and scraping along my neck. Shivers rippled over my skin. Nate fell to his knees before me and took my right nipple into his mouth. Alex held me up as I nearly crumpled with a moan.

I ran my hands through Nate's hair as he sucked and nibbled on my tits. Yes, tits, I thought. This is just too hot to think good and proper words. Tonight was about getting fucked.

My inner tigress growled with approval.

As he tugged on my left nipple with his teeth, his hand moved between my legs.

"God, you're ready," he said, almost in wonder. He rubbed his fingers over my clit, watched the syrupy wetness string from my pussy to his lips as he tasted his fingers. He pushed two fingers deep inside me. I was on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm when I felt Alex gently spread my ass cheeks apart. Kneeling behind me, he ever-so-gently licked that most-delicate spot.

My control shattered and I came, holding on to Nate to keep from falling over.

"Now," Nate said. He stood and led me to the bed. He grabbed a condom off of the nightstand and rolled it down the length of his cock. He threw a second one to Alex, who did the same thing.

Nate lay down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end.

"Climb on top of me, Emma," he said. Mesmerized, I straddled him, facing him, my hands on his chest, my pussy rubbing over the head of his cock. He held it in place. "Now," he said, and I slid down the length of cock until my lips were pressed against his skin. He moaned as my muscles stroked and squeezed him.

"God, don't move," he said. "Just lean forward a little."

I tilted toward him, let him cup my tits in his hands. He tugged at my nipples. "Does that feel good, Emma?" He asked as I moaned. "Do you want me to play harder?" His cock inside me pulsed and I moaned. "Tell me, Emma. Tell me what you want."

"Yes," I said. "I love it when you're rough with them." He squeezed my breasts harder and tugged harder on my nipples. Electricity shot from my tits to my clit.

Behind me, Alex was pouring lube over his fingers. "Just relax," he whispered, and gently rubbed my asshole with cool, wet strokes. My skin was on fire. I didn't know if I was going to last long enough to get to the final deed. Nate's cock pulsed inside me.

"Have you ever done this before?" Alex asked.

"Only myself, with a dildo," I admitted.

"Tell me what you liked about it," he told me, his fingers still feather-light, dancing around my still-tight sphincter.

I moaned.

"Tell me," he said again. "Tell me why you want a cock in your ass."

"God," I said, "It feels so good to be...full," I said. "It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that..." I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my ass. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate's cock, which pulsed in response.

"More," I said to Alex. "I want more." Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger.

"I love the way you're opening up for me," he said, and slipped in a third finger.

"Please," I begged, "I can't wait anymore."

"Tell us what you want, Emma," Nate commanded from beneath me. "Tell us what you want us to do to you right now."

"God, Alex, please," I begged, "Please. I want your cock deep inside me. I want you moving in me. I want to ride Nate. I just want you both to fuck me. Now. Please!"

Alex stood between Nate's knees and pushed his long, hard cock into my ass. I stifled a scream as he invaded my ass, pushed deep inside me. I felt so hot, so full...Alex moved in long, steady strokes, which slid me up and down the length of Nate's cock. I was sure I would be torn to pieces.

Alex's hands roamed my back as Nate and I kissed. The blood roared in my head. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. At any moment I was going to shatter -- closer, closer, closer to the edge, until I finally let my body go, felt my ass and my pussy squeezing, gripping, both cocks hard and fast as I thrashed with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Nate grabbed my hips and gave a hard thrust and I felt his head spasm inside me. Then Alex gripped my hips hard and with three more quick strokes, shouted with his own orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Nate.

Alex collapsed on top of me.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was that of rapid breathing, slowly calming down.

"Ready?" Alex asked. I nodded. He slowly pulled himself out of my ass. I gasped at how empty I suddenly felt.

"Your turn," Nate said, and I lifted my body off of Nate's cock.

I thought it would be awkward, once we were finished. But it wasn't awkward. I felt strong and fulfilled and thrilled.

Nate wrapped my robe around me as he kissed me. "You're a treasure, Emma," he said. He turned me towards the double French doors. "Evie's waiting for you."

***

Two evenings later, I received another text message, this time from Jake.

"Tigress -- Omni downtown. Rm 1605. 9 PM."

I wondered which of the two remaining fantasies it would be this time. I also wondered what I would owe Jake and Derek for their expensive taste in hotels. I took the elevator to the sixteenth floor, more excited than nervous this time, ready for my prize on the other side of the door to room 1605.

I knocked. Evie answered the door.

"The others will be here soon," Evie said. "I'll help you get ready."

Evie led the way to a luxurious bathroom complete with a sunken marble tub and shower with multiple shower heads. Without asking, she pulled the zipper down the back of my dress, trailing her fingers down my back.

"Too bad I'm not your fantasy tonight," she murmured. The dress fell to the floor, and I unclasped my bra and pulled off my thong. Evie held up my attire for the night -- a teddy with cutouts for the tits and an open crotch.

"Wow," I said, as I stood in front of the mirror admiring the teddy. Hell, even I wanted to have sex with myself in that outfit.

I followed Evie to the giant four-poster bed. A black eye mask lay on a pillow, and sets of velvet cuffs were attached to the posts with long silky ropes. My heart pounded even faster.

"Why so many cuffs?" I asked Evie.

She smiled at me knowingly. "It depends on what they decide to do with you," she said. "But I have specific instructions regarding your first fuck of the night. Lie on your back across the bed."

Evie wrapped a cuff around each wrist and each ankle. I was spread-eagle across the width of the bed, my tits exposed, air swirling around my open crotch. Evie fitted the mask over my eyes, the elastic around my head. She ran a hand from my collarbone to my crotch. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew wet from her touch.

"I'll be back to get you ready for round two," she said, and quietly left the room.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. Heavy footsteps approached the bed. There was a rustle of fabric -- maybe a robe coming off? -- and then I jerked against my restraints when large hands groped my tits.




The Envelope Please



"Perfect," a man said in a gruff voice. His hands were a worker's hands, course and rough and strong. He kneaded my tits deliciously hard, making them ache with need. I felt a heavy thigh on each side of my chest and realized he was straddling my body. Something hard, hot, and velvety brushed my lips. His cock.

"Lick," he ordered in a rumbling bass. I licked and swirled my tongue over this cock I could not see. He rubbed his cock over the exposed parts of my face, my neck, my tits. He crawled down my body, his heavy meat searing my skin through the lace of the teddy as it rubbed over my chest, stomach and thighs. My legs were spread wide, and as my pussy grew wetter, I was increasingly aware of how exposed I was. I gasped when his rough, foreign fingers probed into my wet snatch.

Man Number One murmured his approval as he rubbed the head of his cock in my juices. He lifted my ass with his rough hands and thrust his cock into me in one hard stroke. I screamed from the invasion, the pure ecstasy of it. He moved in long, deliberate strokes, holding my hips up so that I could feel each deep thrust in my core. I could feel the orgasm coming, I wanted to squeeze him closer to me and control him, but the velvet cuffs held firm and all I could do was scream with the sensitivity following the orgasm as he continued to control the rhythm of our movements. I came again, and he pulled out.

I felt him climb up my body again, his thighs straddling my ribs, his knees in my armpits.

"Taste yourself," he ordered, and I licked my own juices off of his cock. Sweet and salty. Warm and wet.

"Open your mouth," he said, and he pushed part of his shaft and head into my mouth. I suckled and licked, and he moved his cock in and out of my mouth with a gentle but determined rhythm. His cock jerked out of my mouth, and streams of cum poured over my lips and down my neck. Man Number One climbed off of me. I heard the rustle of fabric and the door opened and closed. 

His cum was still warm on my neck when I heard Evie chuckling. I felt a warm, wet cloth pass over my neck and face and between my legs. Then Evie uncuffed me, and told me to lie on my stomach lengthwise on the bed. She recuffed me, one limb to each bedpost, and left the room.

Man Number Two entered the room, and I heard the familiar rustle of fabric. The room grew silent, and I felt nervous when I realized he was probably studying me from somewhere in the room. He must have been standing at the foot of the bed, because two large hands slipped under the back of my teddy and kneaded my ass.

"I have something special in mind for you," he said in a smooth, silky baritone. He pulled his hands away and I heard sounds I couldn't readily identify. Then I felt fingers prying the thin thong of the teddy away from my asshole. A cold, smooth and slippery object rubbed delicious circles over my puckered hole. My whole body coursed with excitement, my pussy wet, wondering what Man Number Two was going to do.

"Relax," he whispered. "I want to see your asshole swallow this butt plug."

I willed myself to open up to his toy, and was rewarded with the slurping sound of the smooth object being pulled into me. I sighed happily as my sphincter gripped the bottom around the base.

"Do you like it?" He asked me, and I moaned a yes.

He climbed off the bed, and then I heard him say from across the room, "Then you'll really like this."

The butt plug began to vibrate in my ass. I writhed against my cuffs as the pulsing moved through my body. My bare nipples ached and rubbed against the bedspread. I could tell that the crotch of my teddy was wet with pussy juice, and the vibrations pushed me closer and closer toward an orgasm. Suddenly, the vibrations stopped.

"No," I begged, "Please. More."

"Not yet," he said. "We're not finished." He stood quietly across the room, not moving, not making a sound. I lay on my stomach, my face turned to the side, feeling my pussy lips tingle and ache with need. I tried to grind against the bed but the restraints held me in place. I waited, and waited, feeling the near-orgasm subside. I jolted when the butt plug suddenly came to life. I moaned and screamed and nearly came, but just as the orgasm was in my grasp, Man Number Two killed the power again.

"NO!" I shouted, forcefully. "Please!"

More time passed, and tears of desperation streamed down my face. I heard Man Number Two approach the bed. He lifted my pelvis into the air a bit and thrust himself deep into my pussy -- just one, long thrust. He didn't move, he didn't grind. He just filled my pussy with his cock.

"Please," I sobbed. "I need to come."

He turned on the vibrations again, this time set to a steady pulse that moved along the length of the butt plug. He didn't move, but I felt his cock pulsing, and he moaned as the vibrations grew stronger and stronger.

I couldn't hold on anymore. I squeezed down hard on his cock and the butt plug in my ass and bucked like a colt as the orgasm ripped through me. Then he came just as forcefully. Leaving the butt plug vibrating gently, he pulled himself out, and walked out of the room as I writhed with the pulsation deep in my ass.

"Are you sure you're ready for round three?" Evie asked me. I was breathing hard, but I nodded. She had pulled out the butt plug and was cleaning me with another warm, wet washcloth. She unfastened my cuffs and helped me off of the bed.

"Stand here for a moment," she said, and the door opened and closed. I knew Evie was not alone, but I didn't understand why I was standing by the bed.

"This guy has different ideas," Evie said. The mask still covered my eyes, but I could still hear someone settling on the bed, and the now unmistakable sound of the cuffs being secured. Evie led me to the bed. "He's all yours," she said, and closed the door behind her.

I blindly reached out and felt the warm skin in front of me. I ran my fingers over the muscles in his chest, felt the pebbles of his nipples, the five o'clock shadow on his face. His cock was long and thick, velvety smooth, and pre-cum trickled from the tip.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Man Number Three.

"Use me," he said. "Fuck me."

I started to remove the mask.

"No," Man Number Three said. "Leave the mask on."

His voice was familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. Did I know him? I felt a moment of terror at the idea of someone from my everyday life knowing my secret. I stood by the bed, unsure of what I wanted.

My tigress decided.

I climbed onto the bed, straddled his chest, and thrust my tits in his face.

"Suck on my tits," I ordered Man Number Three. He latched on to my right nipple and heat shot through me. "Oh, suck harder. Pull with your teeth." I held myself over him, relishing the pleasurable pain, squeezing and pinching my other nipple while he worked.

"God, that feels good," I said, and shifted so his mouth could latch on the left one. I caught myself grinding my crotch against his chest, and knew it was time for more. I crawled up us body, grasped the headboard with my hands, and lowered my pussy to his lips.

"Eat me," I commanded, and his tongue slipped into the open crotch of my teddy. I held myself still, barely breathing, as his tongue stroked my clit, my lips, then delved into my wet hole. He licked and sucked until my thighs started to shake and I convulsed around his face.

Gasping for air, I turned myself around. "I want to suck your cock," I told him, and he moaned. "But you can't stop eating me out," I said, positioning my pussy over his face. "If you stop, I stop."

I swirled my tongue over his head, spreading his salty pre-cum over the velvet tip and around the ridge. Man Number Three bucked his hips and pressed his tongue into my pussy.

"Good boy," I murmured, as I licked up and down the front of his shaft. I massaged his balls with my fingers and he gently sucked on my clit.

I could smell my spit mixing with the scent of his pre-cum. I licked my lips, relaxed my mouth and took his cock down my throat until my lips touched his body.

His hips jerked and he tore his mouth away from my snatch to shout. I pulled away from his cock.

Man Number Three whimpered. "Suck my clit," I said to him, "Make me come. And I'll give you the best head."

I leaned my pussy back into his face, and moaned when his tongue started stroking my clit. I took most of his cock back into my mouth, rubbing, stroking, massaging with my lips and tongue. The head oozed salty juice as his body came closer and closer to coming. His hips thrust upwards into my month. My own body crashed with the waves of an orgasm, and still I rode his cock with my mouth, bobbing up and down, stroking his balls. I felt the maddening ripple just before his head jerked and he came explosively in my mouth. I let it run out of my mouth as I stroked his shaft until he begged me to stop.

I felt so powerful. So sexy. So deliciously used. Before he could protest, I tore the mask away and discovered Nate, who helped me fulfill fantasy number one. I leaned over and kissed him, loving the way his cum and my pussy juice tasted together.

***

My friends at work commented on the "incredibly good mood" I had been in these past few days. I felt incredible. Powerful. Yet Jake and Derek had one piece of paper left in their possession, and I was more nervous about it than my either two fantasies.

I'd never even seen a naked woman in person before, much less had sex with one.

Two days went by, and I wondered how much longer Jake and Derek would keep me in suspense. Then, as I put away groceries that Friday evening, I received a text message from Jake.

Bonaventure. Suite 1725. 9PM.

Fantasy three was going to happen.

***

This time, Nate answered the door. I must have looked nervous because he stroked my hair away from my face and kissed me before whispering, "You will love her," into my ear.

"Are you going to dress me tonight?" I joked.

"She doesn't want you wearing anything," he said, and led me toward a giant marble tub in the master bathroom. Lighted candles surrounded the room, and scented water filled the tub. Nate pulled the t-shirt over my head and smiled at my cornflower blue demi bra. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down around my ankles. 

He stroked my pussy through my cornflower blue boy shorts. "These are pretty sexy," he said, and he kneeled in front of me to push his tongue hard against the thin fabric covering my lips. Fire pumped through my body as he stroked me with his tongue and hot breath.

"Too bad it's not my turn tonight," he said. He unhooked the bra and tossed it on the counter. He slowly pulled the boy shorts down to my ankles and helped me step out of them.

I stepped into the hot, fragrant water and gloried in Nate gently rubbing a wash cloth all over my body. Then he offered me a hand out of the giant tub and dried me off.

My body hummed as Nate led me back to the bedroom.

Evie stood in front of the bed. "It's finally my turn," she murmured, and untied the single knot that held her robe in place. The silk robe fell to her feet.

I'd never unabashedly stared at a naked woman standing in front of me before. I'd never visually caressed her from her dark, shiny tresses down to her toes. I'd never really looked at another woman's tits, watched the nipples pucker, and traced the carefully maintained curls to her lips.

But I wanted to now.

"I want to watch you touch her," Nate said in my ear. Obediently, I stepped in front of Evie and looked into her blue eyes.

"I want to touch you," I said, and I stroked her face, her lips, her shoulders and arms. Evie guided my shaking hands to her tits, and for the first time in my life, I was relishing the heavy weight, the soft skin, the texture of another woman's body.

Evie moaned and leaned toward me for a kiss. There was no doubt I was kissing a woman. Her lips were so soft and gentle but no less demanding. Her tongue slipped into my mouth.

Tears burned my cheeks as I admitted to myself how wonderful it was to be kissing this woman.

She pulled away from me for a moment. "Tell me what you want, Emma," she said. I swallowed hard. Did I really want to do this? Yes, I did.

"I want to touch you," I said, "Everywhere. I want to suck on your tits. I want to feel your fingers spreading my pussy open. I want to taste your cunt. I want you to bury your face in mine." Tears streamed down my face as I realized how badly I wanted it all, and how scared I was to actually do it.

Evie stroked my face, silently reassuring me. She then looked over my shoulder to Nate, who silently moved to stand right behind me. "I want to watch you suck on her tits, Em," he said to me. I kneeled in front of Evie and cupped her right breast in my hand. Her nipple puckered into a pebble, the aureole around it tight with anticipation. I latched my mouth onto her breast and stroked her nipple with my tongue. Evie arched toward me and moaned. I suckled a little harder, and Evie grabbed my shoulders as she whimpered. I stroked her other breast with my fingers as I gently grazed my teeth over the nipple in my mouth.

"The other one now," she pleaded, and I moved my mouth and attached to her other nipple.

My own tits felt painfully heavy with the need to be touched. My nipples ached. I knew my lips were slick with pussy juice. I wondered if Evie's were, too. Without moving my mouth, I ran my hands down her sides, over her hips. Sensing what I wanted, Evie stepped her legs apart, and I stroked the insides of her thighs. My left hand moved up, up her soft skin, towards the radiant heat. I stroked the curls until my fingers found that extremely feminine slit. I traced her lips and then parted them.

My God.

So slick. So smooth. So wet. So hot.

I felt, for the first time, the nub of another woman's clit, and gently stroked it with my fingers. Over and over, I stroked the insides of her flesh, and, feeling brave, I slipped one finger deep inside her.

Evie gasped. "Bed," she panted, and stretched out on her back, her long legs bent at the knee.

I spread her legs apart with the palms of my hands and looked at her pussy. Her lips glimmered with wetness. I spread them with my fingers and watched the smooth, wet juice pool out of the very core of her. I slid two fingers inside of her and marveled at the texture, the strength of her muscles.

Leaving my fingers inside, I dipped my head forward and smelled her salty, earthy scent. I felt her eyes on me as I gently licked her clit. I thought about how I liked to be handled, and stroked her clit along the sides, gently up and down, building the intensity, and then pulled away for a moment. I focused on moving my fingers in and out, in and out. Just as she started to sink back down, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. I sucked and licked. Her thighs squeezed against my head, she panted, she begged. I pushed a third finger into her cunt and sucked harder.

She clenched around my fingers.

Her thighs tightened around my head.

She thrust her hips up off of the bed and into my face. I gentled my mouth on her, but didn't stop until she begged me to.

I pulled away, aware of her juice all over my face, her sweat on my skin.

I'd almost forgotten Nate was in the room until he said, "Your turn, Emma. On your back."

Evie sat up as I lay on my back. She smiled at me. "You were incredible for a first-timer," she said.

Evie straddled my hips and leaned forward so she could knead my tits. "Such a handful," she whispered, and tugged at my nipples. I bucked my hips and thrust my chest into her hands.

"You can be rough with them," I said, and cried out when she squeezed harder. She bent her head over my nipple. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she took it into her mouth and sucked hard. 

Evie held herself up on her right forearm. Her left hand stroked my stomach, down my pelvis, and moved between my thighs. My heart fluttered when her fingers dipped into my snatch, stroking, rubbing, knowing just where and how to touch.

"Hold her open for me, Nate," Evie said. Nate leaned against the bed, holding my knees apart. I could hear the wet sound of my lips being spread open by her fingers. I watched her face dip towards my cunt.

She thrust her tongue inside me. I bucked against Nate's hands.

Evie's mouth moved to my clit, her tongue stroking, licking, bringing me closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. She pushed two fingers inside me a few times, and then traced them from my pussy towards the back. Evie stroked my clit while tracing circles around my other puckered hole.

My pussy grew wetter. My asshole quivered.

Evie pushed a finger inside. I moaned.

"Yes, I know how much you like this," she said. She pushed in a second finger and roughly tongued my clit.

My asshole impaled on her fingers, my clit in her mouth, I couldn't hold on anymore. I screamed, bucking my hips, trying to close my legs, only to be held down by Nate's strong hands. My clit grew more sensitive, but Evie wouldn't let go. Instead, she pushed a third finger deep into my ass and her thumb into my pussy. Real tears of sensitive pain and pleasure poured out of my eyes.

"Hold her down, Nate," Evie said. "There is something I really want to do." She pulled her fingers out of my body and stood. She picked up a bottle of lube from the side table and flipped open the cap. Nate and I watched as she spilled lube over the fingers, palm and knuckles of her right hand.

Excitement and fear swept through me.

Nate was so hard he was going to burst out of his pants.

Evie closed her mouth over my clit again. I moaned.

She slipped one finger into my puckered hole. Then a second. Then a third.

I felt hot and tight. Juice dripped out of my pussy towards her hand. Her fingers held tightly together, Evie pulled them out for a moment and then pushed in a fourth. One knuckle in. Then two. Then the knuckles of her hand. My asshole stretched wide open as her hand moved inside, all but the thumb, which imbedded into my pussy.

I screamed, writhing, bucking, burning with pain and heat and ecstasy. I could see in my mind the erotic image of her hand holding me open. I came hard, hard, hard, squeezing her hand, her thumb, my thigh muscles aching as they fought against Nate's firm grasp.

Evie licked me gently a few more times and lifted her face. Her eyes focused on mine as she pulled her hand away. The slick, wet sound of her fingers leaving my body filled the room. I panted, stunned by the intensity, yet frustrated by how incomplete it felt.

Evie gave me a knowing smile as she headed for the bathroom.

"I think she could use some cock, Nate," she said as she closed the door.

"Do you need some cock, Emma?" Nate asked.

"I need your cock, Nate," I said. "Please."

****

I opened the door for Jake and Derek, who came over that morning for breakfast. Nate was in the kitchen, making French toast. Jake gleefully opened up the business journal to show me an article about my ex-boyfriend, Stephen.

I choked on my coffee as I read the headline, "Exec arrested for fraud."

"That's just perfect," I said.

"You're looking well," Derek said, and Jake snickered into his coffee cup.

I patted Nate's hand, which was resting on my shoulder. "Life is good," I said.

And I let Nate bend me over the dining table right after Jake and Derek left.