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The Game Ch. 1

By: SpankMaster60



Chapter 1: The Dinner Party

As Nicole and I prepare for the party that Deb and Todd had invited us to I watched her carefully. She had a body that a lot of 20 year olds would envy though she was pushing 35. She had gorgeous long tanned legs leading up to a perfectly rounded ass that she loved to have spanked. Her stomach was still hard and flat from all the exercise she got working at a health club. Her tits were still very firm 36C cups with hardly any sag at all. Nikki, as I called her, kept her auburn hair in a short hairstyle I loved. She was always catching guys, and sometimes ladies, glancing at her. I felt very lucky to have her, especially since my dear Nikki was a freak when it came to sex. There were few things she hadn't or wouldn't try. She especially enjoyed spanking, one of my favorites, and public sex sometimes wanting to combine the two. 

Anyway, as I watched her dressing, putting on the red thong panties, garter belt, and black stockings, my cock started to stir in my jeans. She saw it and laughed, "Whoa big boy, slow down. You had better save that for the party." 

As I knew that Deb and Todd were pretty sexual and had a lot of swinger friends I knew this evening would be something special and Nikki had just confirmed my feelings. I smiled at her and asked innocently, "You mean for after the party?" and just grinned as I pulled on my snakeskin boots. Nikki smiled a devilish smile and pulled her tight little black mini-dress over her head and smoothed it over her gorgeous ass. The dress came to just below her crotch and left little to the imagination, especially with her skipping the bra. Her nipples already started to stiffen and poke out. I pulled on a black silk shirt, tucked it in, and zipped up my pants with some difficulty over my now erect cock. Again Nikki laughed at me so I gave her a good swat on her ample bottom for fun. "Ouch!" she said " Keep that up and we won't get there" shaking her bottom at me. Now it was my turn to grin.

As we drove she talked about the party and how exciting it would be as Deb had dreamed up a party game that would make things pretty hot, but she wouldn't tell me anymore about it. 

Soon we were pulling into the long drive to Todd and Deb's house. The front lawn was all lit up with party lights while guests arrived and joined some already standing in the yard talking and getting to know each other. 

As we parked Deb came over to greet us with a hug and a very sexy kiss for both of us. Deb and Nikki had been 'more than friends' during their college roommate days. She invited us in and told us there were 10 couples invited and all but one was here now. 

We went into a dining room where others were getting to know each other and Deb told us Todd would be back in a minute as he was finishing up the meal. She then suggested we all go into the living room, and called in the others from the front lawn. Making sure we all had drinks she welcomed us all as Todd walked in and said "Hi" to everyone. All the couples were fairly attractive people in their mid 30's, of course this was no big surprise. Todd and Deb seemed to attract people such as these, being the fun-loving couple they were. 

Deb started to tell us about the evening's game: "After dinner we will come back here for drinks, at which time I will bring out 2 boxes. Each box has 22 cards in it with directions written on it for the one who draws. The first box is fairly mild- some kissing and removal of clothing and a little fondling. But the second box of 22 cards gets very explicit and very sexy. This is your one chance to back out of the game but please don't decide until after the meal. Now, dear Todd has made us a feast, so I think we should enjoy it. Let's go into the dining room, shall we?" 

My mind was whirling all through the meal, thinking of all the possibilities the boxes presented. It seems we all were, as made very clear by all the questions Deb and Todd refused to answer during the feast. I could hardly wait to finish it. However, if I had known how this evening would turn out I may have thought differently...

The Game Ch. 1



Michelle's crimson coloured lips draw back hard on the cigarette, as she exhaled she smiled at me, I was still trying to catch my breath, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, I smiled back. When my heart rate started to slow I slipped under the sheets and laid back staring at the ceiling, "I love you," I said. There was a slight pause and then the sound of her cigarette butt being stomped into the ashtray, "I love you too honey," Michelle replied.

Michelle turned over and hugged me her long slender legs wrapping around my torso, her cropped blond hair drenched in perspiration from our love making tickled my skin, she nibbled at my ear, I hoped that she was being loving my body was spent and I was not up to making love again. Michelle whispered in my ear, "Remember when we first met how we would make love anytime in any place." "Sure I do," I replied. I wondered where this was leading, after five years together most couples fall into a routine, other stuff becomes a priority, I thought to myself. " Wouldn't it be great if we could turn back the clock and do it all again?" Michelle inquired. "Darling we were younger and full of lust, we didn't care what any one thought, all our friends were doing silly stuff, besides you have a responsible job now and well you know your sort of more reserved now." I said.

"Well fuck you John, reserved my arse," Michelle shouted. She sat bolt upright, "Your not exactly setting the world on fire yourself at the moment Mr. daredevil," she said. I tried to laugh the situation off however the raw nerve I hit was not going to heal over with a wink and a smile I had tread on shaking ground and it was starting to tremble beneath me. " I will show you," Michelle declared, turning over and switching off the light. 

From that evening on our lives together would and could never be the same ever again.

That's when the Game began.

I looked at the alarm clock 10:30 am I had slept in, a definite repercussion of too much to drink the night before, Michelle had already risen, I rolled onto her pillow my nostrils filled with her perfume, I smiled and then a sudden feeling of guilt rushed over me as I remembered the stupid comments I had made to Michelle the night before, I leapt out of bed and rushed to throw on my clothes, I had some explaining to do, I hoped Michelle was still not angry at me.

I looked through the house and could not find her, I went outside, Michelle was washing her car. "About last night," I said, Michelle turned toward me, "what about last night," she said. I could not find the words to continue, the cotton t-shirt Michele was wearing was soaked from cleaning the car her nipples pushing hard against the stretchy material, Michelle pulled at the bottom of the shirt with her hands wringing the water out, this exposed her firm rounded breasts even more to me. "I thought we could take the beast for a spin on the freeway today," she said. I nodded my head in approval.

I quickly showered and dressed I couldn't believe my luck that I had been forgiven so easily. Michelle was waiting by the car, the short summer dress hugged her tall body, the plunging neckline left little for the imagination, she had gelled and spiked her blond hair. "I thought we would leave the top down its such a beautiful day?" she said and threw me the keys, "you can drive if you like?" she said. Michelle climbed into the car her dress riding almost high enough for me to see her crotch; she smiled as she pulled the dress back down.

It didn't take us long to reach the freeway, we were soon speeding along at high speed, nothing fixes a hangover quicker than racing a Mustang with the top down at 140 kmh. Michelle had been quiet for most of the trip, she had slipped down in the seat and I thought that the late night had caught up with her, and she was catching some shut eye, I couldn't have been more wrong.

Michelle put her feet on the dash board her hands pulling her sun dress up over her thighs, she spread her legs exposing her pussy to me, she ran one hand along her inner thigh up to her pouting lips, her fingers dancing across her swollen pussy, the other hand slipped inside her dress caressing her nipples, her tongue tasting her pink lipstick. Michelle let out a sigh as her finger penetrated her swollen lips, she ran her finger slowly up and down her drenched pussy, the pleasure she was giving herself forced her head hard up against the seat, I watched as Michelle fingered herself, as the intensity grew within her body she slipped one finger into her wanting hole followed by two more fingers, her hips rocked as she pushed her fingers deep into herself, with every thrust Michelle pinched her nipples harder.

Her legs started to tremble she was close, Michelle withdrew her fingers and sucked on them savouring her juices she turned and smiled at me, then with out any warning Michelle took off her dress exposing her naked body for the world to see, she was unperturbed by the other motorists on the freeway. Michelle ran both her hands along the inside of her silky thighs, until they reached her pussy, she pushed three fingers back into her cunt, and started pumping them back and forth inside her. Michelle's other hand explored her body running up and over her breasts, she then sucked on her fingers like they were a cock; her nipples were hard and erect teased by the hot wind dancing across them.

Michelle's hips rocked faster, she pushed her feet hard against the dash for more leverage her fingers forced deeper into her tight hole, she squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples holding them longer and tighter with each stroke of her fingers, Michelle started to moan, her legs trembling once more, Michelle screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body her thighs clamped around her arm holding her fingers deep within her not letting them escape, as the ripples through her body continued with more intensity, finally her legs opened releasing her fingers, Michelle stroked her pussy slowly until her ache had subsided. Michelle placed her fingers to my lips I sucked at them eagerly lapping her juices savouring her taste, Michelle giggled.

Michelle looked deep into my eyes, I felt her hand on my hard cock, she unzipped my jeans releasing it from its confines, she slowly stroked me with her hand her thumb sliding over the top of my rod easily from my pre cum. Michelle positioned herself, her naked arse and pussy pointing skyward. Her tongue licked at my cock, Michelle teasing me flickering the tip of her tongue over the eye of my dick, she started to suck my cock shallow at first as if it was a lollipop. I was finding it hard to concentrate on the road, with the car horns and cheers as cars passed us, this seemed to make Michelle even more horny she pushed her arse up as high as she could exposing more of her wet swollen cunt for the world to see.

Michelle swallowed my cock deep into her throat, her chin touching my balls, her mouth pausing for a few second's, Michelle's mouth hummed, the vibrations against my balls sending quivers through my groin. Michelle ran her finger along her pussy up to her anus smearing her juices over it, her mouth drawing up slowly on my cock, she increased her strokes, faster and faster her mouth's suction more intense with each thrust. Michelle's finger turned its attention to her hard clit her finger flickering in rhythm with the strokes of her mouth around my cock.

Michelle's hips started to buck, I could feel the tension in her body as her orgasm was building inside her, Michelle quickened her pace around my cock, her body lurched forward as she experienced her second orgasm, my balls tightened and I pumped my jism into Michelle's, mouth she gulped my hot cum down her throat, sucking every last drop she could out of my balls. Michelle cleaned my cum from my cock, and then kissed me, I could taste the saltiness of myself. I looked down at the Speedo and I had slowed down to 3o kmh on a 160 kmh freeway. Michelle tucked my flaccid little soldier back in my jeans and sat back in her seat relaxing and enjoying the sensations she had just experienced.

Michelle stayed naked for most of the trip home even into the lower side of town, sitting back enjoying the hot wind rushing over her exposed body. It was surprising how many people in passing cars that did not notice a naked women travelling beside them.

I pulled the car up into our driveway, Michelle turned to me and said "So I guess you would call that the actions of a reserved person then?" She jumped out of the car and walked towards the house, calling out "let the game begin!"

To Be Continued...

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The Game Ch. 1



Standing in front of the full-length mirror I look at my new outfit smiling. The soft blue leather corset is laced tightly up the back, the cups barely able to contain my abundant breasts. Thigh high blue leather boots with 3 inch stiletto heels. My shaven pussy covered by a blue silk thong. My long auburn/brown hair hangs down around my shoulders in loose curls. I smile seductively at my reflection as I hear the doorbell. This will be a night you will NEVER forget. I put on my long robe and hurry to answer the door chuckling softly at the thought of the plans I have in store for you.

I lead you to the bedroom. I kiss your sweet lips caressing the back of your neck as I pull your lips to mine. You reach for my robe to untie it. I catch your hands in mine. Shaking my head, "no no sweet baby, I have a surprise for you tonight." I laugh softly as I begin to undress you.

I tug your shirt off admiring your broad shoulders running my hands over them and down to your chest. My fingertips circle your nipples, I watch as they grow rock hard. My long fingernails softly graze your skin as my hands travel down your belly, unfastening your pants. They drop to the floor, leaving you standing before me in only your silk boxers. I slip my fingers under the elastic pulling them down to the floor my tongue briefly flicking at your cock as I pass it with my hot mouth. I hear you let out a gasp. I know that you are getting turned on. 

I push you back onto the bed playfully. "Do you want to see what I have planned for you my sweet one?" I ask in a seductive tone. You nod your head in a reply your eyes riveted to my robe as I slowly untie it letting it fall to the floor. Your expression is priceless. Your eyes are wide as a smile appears across your face as you take in the site of my new outfit. Little do you know, you ain't seen nothing yet ~weg. 

I climb onto the bed straddling you as I crawl up until I'm face to face with you. You reach up to grasp my breasts I again catch your hands in mine. Shaking my head once again, "No sweet one you have to earn the right to touch me. You have to endure my torture." I laugh mischievously as I reach over taking 2 silk scarves from the bedside table. I tie your wrists tightly to the headboard of the bed.

You feel the heat of my excitement through my thong. The feeling of being helpless and out of control hightens your senses and excitement. You know I would never hurt you and this is going to be one of the most wonderful experiences you have ever had the pleasure of enduring. 

I lean down my tongue tracing your lips ... you try to kiss me but I don't let you. I continue teasing your lips with my tongue lightly brushing my lips against yours barely making contact. I notice your cock growing hard under me as I lean down teasing you with my soft sensual lips. I kiss your neck nibbling gently at first...my nibbles grow harder as I travel down to your nipples. My tongue circles your nipples one by one. I feel them grow harder under my tongue. My mouth is so hot and wet as I tease your nipples with my tongue gently biting them. I delight at the feel of you tensing up and jumping each time my teeth gently sink into your yielding flesh. My kisses and nibbles continue to make their journey down your body. My hot tongue circling your belly button as I graze my long fingernails down your sides watching chill bumps appear on your skin.

My kisses finally make it to the spot you crave for my hot wet mouth to be most, but this is about MY cravings not yours. I lightly lick your sensitive cock, my hot breath making it pulse with wanton desire. I chuckle softly, as I stop I hear a groan of frustration escape your lips.

I get off the bed, walking to the bedside table picking up a glass of ice water. I take a drink, sucking an ice cube into my mouth. I again join you on the bed straddling you. I take the ice cube out of my mouth. I trace it around your lips then lean down kissing you deeply sucking the melted water from your mouth. I glide the ice cube down your chest, circling your nipples with it. I feel you shiver beneath me and quickly replace the cold ice with my hot wet mouth sucking the melted cold water from your nipples, one by one. I hear you moan with pleasure. I place the cube between my teeth and continue moving slowly down your body. The ice leaving a cold wet trail of water down to your hard throbbing cock. I suck the ice into my mouth crunching it up. I look up at you as you watch me suck your hard cock into my mouth. The cold crushed ice surrounding your hard cock melting and running in small riverlets over your tender balls. I feel you squirming beneath me. My mouth is so cold as I take you all the way into my throat with is hot in contrast to the ice. My hot tight throat contracts around your hard cock. My tight lips glide up and down on your hard cock my mouth rapidly growing hotter as my tongue circles your shaft. Your moans and your hard pulsing cock tell me that you are enjoying our little game immensely.

I continue to suck and lick on your hard cock. I feel your balls tightening and stop. It's not time for you to cum yet you still have to endure some more of my brand of torture. I look up at you raising up on my knees. My fingers move down to my shaven pussy. I slide the thong to one side. "Do you want some of this sweet one?" I ask in teasing tone. Your reply is a long moan of frustration followed by a resounding "YES". I laugh as I let my fingers glide over my clit... delving into my tight pussy. I reach down tracing your lips with my fingers, sticky with my sweet excitement. You readily suck my fingers into your mouth closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

I move up your body straddling you I position my self over your face so you can watch as I pleasure myself. I feel you pulling against the silk scarves, straining trying to get a taste of my sweet pussy. But you are helpless to my teasing. My fingertips glide in small circles on my sensitive clit slowly delving into my sweet slit into my tight pussy. My soft moans fill the room. My hips moving in perfect rhythm with my strokes as you watch. My body trembles as I climax. My moans filling the room. I slip 2 fingers into my drenched pussy then place them to your lips. You suck my sweet sticky cum from them, moaning softly as you relish the taste of my ecstasy. 

"You've endured the torture of my little game well." I say with a smile. "As a reward I'm going to untie you and give myself to you completely." I watch as a mischievous grin plays across your face. I untie your wrists "You mean I get to do ANYTHING I want?" you ask. I nod as I smile at you. "You earned it." I reply with a soft chuckle. I hear a wicked playful laugh fill the room as you snatch the silk scarves from my hands flipping me on to my back you pen my arms down with your hands. I look up into your sparkling blue eyes and know I'm in trouble and I am loving every minute of it.

To be continued...



The Game Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Redemption

Redemption, if that's what it was, came not all at once, but in a slow, agonizing drift as the seconds, minutes, and hours drifted by like leaves on the surface of a slow moving river. Every minute that passed seemed to increase the odds of survival, but the passage of one minute to the next did not guarantee it. 

For the first hour Rachel and I sat in stunned silence, with our arms crossed over our chest as our brain processed the reality of our situation. The first hour was the worst except perhaps for the dying hour which would come later. I just didn't know if later was this afternoon or at some point 40 years hence. Did anyone really?

The tears came next, and mine and Rachel's started within moments of each other. They were hot tears that spilled from the corners of my eyes slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity. They were not the tears of sadness or regret. Those would come later. These were the tears of fear and each one that fell only increased that fear in exponential rapidity. 

I felt trapped by time itself. There was nothing to do but wait. Patience is a virtue, they say, but what was I waiting for? Each minute that past moved us ever closer to relief or death and I was powerless to stop the flow of the river of time. It was terrifying beyond what written words can express.

The sobs came next and my hands shook in nervous jitters and I wondered if this was the product of my emotions or some hellish poison that coursed through my blood. Rachel and I found each other and we clung to each other like shipwreck victims in a frothing, angry sea. 

Her tears were as hot as mine and we held each other closely, and fiercely. A single thought occurred to me as I held her. What if she went before me? 'God please no', I prayed. I could not bear witness to the hell of watching her die before my eyes, knowing that nothing could save her. And also knowing my own death loomed perhaps only minutes after hers. 

I shivered and pulled her closer to me. "I love you." I whispered between the shivering sobs that racked my body. 

And I did love her. The sound of my voice was racked with fear and sadness, and Rachel sobbed harder at my words. 

When the sobbing subsided in slow choked gasps, I kissed her face tenderly and she kissed mine. Her tears tasted salty, and I was overcome with a terrible sense of loss. I smiled at her beauty, for she was beautiful even in what might very well be her death. 

She smiled back with wet eyes and tear streaked cheeks. Even now there was the radiance of life in her. 'This can not be happening', my mind screamed, but it was happening. And it was hell.

"I think I have bad taste in men." Rachel said trying to turn the corner of her mouth up in a smile, but not quite able to force it to come. 

I laughed in emotional release, more than humor. I would not have thought it possible, but somehow she could still bring laughter to me. And the fact that she could still radiate that glow that was uniquely Rachel touched my heart beyond anything I have ever felt before.

"Well I have had my share of bad dates Rachel, but I don't think anyone will top this." I replied finding that sarcasm and humor were as a good a defense against how I really felt as any.

She grinned at me with humor but also with a sadness that twisted in my heart. I would remember that face for as long as I lived, which might not be a very long time at all.

We hugged again tightly each taking comfort from the warmth of the other.

"I am so fucking sorry." She said as she pressed her body into mine fiercely.

"Me too." I said. And we cried again; two lost souls clinging to hope in a frothing sea of anguish.

* * * * * * 

What seemed like years of hell later, I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It read 2:47 pm which my mind translated into 2 hours since we began our death watch, as I had come to think of it. We estimated that we had ingested Chad's hellish cocktail at around 9:00 pm the night before. That left us with 12 hours or so to wait for whatever may happen.

We had no basis for this theoretical deadline, but if felt right and I was learning to trust those feelings. Only hours left to redemption, or maybe much less than that to death.

The more time that passed the more I was convinced that this was a cruel game of God's. 

Each minute that passed seemed to give more hope, but rather than sooth me, the clock seemed to be marching toward death. Unstoppable and irrevocable time marched toward death that lurked near enough that I could feel its cold breath on my skin. Was it seconds away? Minutes? Hours? 

I feared that should I dare hope, that it would be snatched away just when I dared to believe in it. How cruel would that be? 

My mind was no longer numb, but surprisingly full of lists. My mind seemed to speed ahead as if in some race against the Devil himself, burning up the emotional energy churning through me by making list after endless list. Lists of friends I wanted to say good bye to. Lists of people I had wronged and should apologize to. Lists of regrets and opportunities lost. My whole life seemed reduced to lists and lists. 

When I was a young woman in college, there was a game we used to play in our dormitory. We would sit around in a circle of someone's drinking cheap beer, hoping that our R/A did not smell the alcohol or marijuana smoke that drifted through room. Those were the days when I was young and sure that I would live forever. 

The game didn't even have a name, but we played it several times on nights when there just didn't seem like there was anything better than being with good friends drinking cheap beer. 

It always started with the same question, "What would you do if you found out you only had 1 day to live?"

We started at random and went around the circle telling the group what we, the immortals, would do if we found out we were mortal and on a short clock. This idea was clearly ridiculous, because when you are 19 you can not die. It's against some primal law of nature, and no one is surer of that law as the young. Just ask one. 

The answers always were fun and always ended up in the same place: a 24 hour orgy of sex, drugs, and all things hedonistic. The more depraved the squandering of those 24 hours, the more right the idea felt. In retrospect this game was our way to rage against the passage of time as each of us marched slowly toward the final reality of death. 

Today I didn't rage, but whimpered and cowered as the death clock marched on toward whatever lie ahead.

And I made lists.

I was also surprisingly full of energy. My lists upon lists piled up in my mind, but there was one list that always was on top of the pile. This list had but one word written upon it: Ron.

I paced up and down the hall and across the living room as my mind whirled. I noticed crumbs on the floor from where I had eaten cookies while watching a movie the week before. I bent to pick up the offending crumb and thought how ridiculous that was. I dropped it back on the floor. Suddenly I had a violent desire to grind it with my foot into the carpet until it was nothing but dust. But then I may soon be dust myself, and I let the crumb lie where it fell. I felt my stomach roll threatening to empty itself onto the carpet next to the crumb. How far down the path of madness had I traveled?

Rachel sat stone still on the couch seemingly adrift in her own thoughts. Death is surprisingly personal and lonely even when you are not alone. She did not move or speak as I communed with the crumb. I wondered what hell she was living through, but did not ask. Death was personal.

I considered the phone and had dialed 6 of Ron's 7 digits before my thumb froze over the last button as I considered how utterly selfish I was being. I pictured him sitting at his desk at his home office in that stupid Hawaiian shirt he sometimes wore when working from home. The image made me smile even in my current situation.

I imagined the smile on his face as he picked up the phone and heard my voice. Then I saw that smile turn from a smile to worry and finally to horror.

He loved me and I loved him. What hell it would be for me should our roles be reversed. Would I want to watch him die? Of course not, but I would. Nothing would stop me from going to him if he was on the other end of the phone, and I knew he would feel the same. 

I pictured him here with me watching the death clock tick down to zero. I imagined the hell he would be in if suddenly I collapsed in a gripping seizure that no one had the power to stop. What could he do besides watch me die? I shivered at the thought of him standing over me as the life violently washed from my body in spasmodic twitching, vomiting, and pain. I would deserve Hell for asking for that of him. 

I loved him and I would not ask him to bear that. This hell was mine and I would not impose it upon him. I hung up the phone as tears once again streaked my face. 

* * * * * * * 

The next few hours passed in agony. Sometimes Rachel and I huddled together on the couch; sometimes we sat in silence. Mostly we watched the hands of the death clock make its slow but relentless revolutions around its malevolent face. If there was a tomorrow I vowed to throw that fucking clock into the garbage. 

At one point Rachel got a glass of water from the kitchen. As she drank she hiccupped and water rolled into her lungs instead of her throat. She coughed violently expelling the water from her throat. 

My back was to her and for one horrible instant; I thought the end had come. My heart raced and sweat broke out on my face. My own chest seemed to knot and I was sure it was the beginning of the seizure I had imagined a million times today. 

A moment later she had managed to stop coughing although she had spilled the water all over herself. We stared at each other in horror and then burst out in tears and laughter mixed together. I hugged her to me as we laughed and cried hysterically. 

There is a fine line between laughter and sadness; tears and joy; hate and love; sanity and madness. At no point in my life had that thin line grown as transparent as it did in this eternal afternoon. 

And the death clock ticked on.

* * * * * * * * * * 

By six o'clock we were emotionally empty. There were just no more tears in me. 

I had written a letter to Ron which I did hurriedly in case the end came before I could finish. I then tore it up and started over. I did this three times in as many hours. What could I say that would make any difference? I ended up with three paragraphs that I needed to express. 

Rachel also wrote to her mother. I was not surprised by this, and I did not ask her what she had said. She would tell me if I asked, but to ask would be such a violation of her privacy that I shivered at the mere thought of it. 

Death is a personal business even when you share it. 

After that Rachel and I decided that watching the clock had become too hellish, yet we were not strong enough to stop. Neither of us dared take the clock down from its perch on the wall, as if touching the clock would anger death and surely bring him to find us where we hid. 

We settled on lying together on the extra wide couch with our backs to the clock. Now neither of us dared to turn to look at it as if to do so would tempt fate.

And so we held each other our bodies curled into two spooning questions marks, and no one who had ever played the game with me in college would believe the miracle of the next few moments. 

Surely no one would be able to accomplish this miracle, let alone two people in the same predicament. 

But this was not a game. This was real. And it was not a choice really. It was one fact that none of us in those wonderful old days of immortality could understand: waiting on death was exhausting business. And so the miracle happened to both Rachel and I at the same time. 

The miracle was sleep. 

* * * * * * * * 

I awoke in darkness and I wondered if this was death. As I rose from the depths of sleep I noticed the VCR clock, and I thought it unlikely that the first glimpse of Heaven or Hell would be blue lights under a 27 inch television. The clock said 1:14 AM. I blinked twice at it, not daring to believe. 

Rachel was still pressed against me but she did not move. For one horrible second I thought she was gone, leaving me alone, and I thought knew that this was hell after all. But then she turned to me coming out of her own slumber.

Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. As she focused on me, she blinked twice in surprise and then whispered, "Are we......"

I smiled at finished her thought, "Alive? I think we are." I said not entirely sure of anything but so wanting to believe.

We both sat up quickly and looked at the death clock. The long hand was on the 3 and the short one stood one quarter of the way between the 1 and 2. The clock was the same, except for the malevolence I sensed in it before was gone. It was just a clock. 

Belief hit us both at the same instant and we hugged each other tightly and cried again. These tears were good tears: tears of joy. 

I don't think I have ever felt joy before this moment. Nothing in my entire existence could qualify as even a shadow of the joy I felt now. It was like seeing the sun for the first time after a lifetime of darkness. My joy burned brilliantly and mixed with Rachel's in a cacophony of happiness that threatened to burst from us and fill the world with a wonderful glow that would wipe away all petty hatred and anger.

I kissed Rachel on the mouth urgently. This was not sexual attraction, but the kiss of passionately loving life. We kissed deeply in celebration of the appreciation of that beautiful gift of life that we shared. Her hands found mine and we hugged, and kissed, and laughed like we shared a secret of divine proportion, which of course we did.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

The cab driver thought we were crazy, but I didn't care. Rachel and I sat in the back seat holding hands and smiling. We could not stop smiling. The world was new again and we had been given a second chance at life. It was now 2:30 and we were going to the one place I had to go. 

We made one brief stop behind my building before getting on the Eisenhower Expressway. I stepped out of the cab, ran to the dumpster, and deposited that fucking clock with a violent toss. And then smiling I ran back to Rachel in the cab.

At 3:15 we pulled up a long driveway in a subdivision on the outskirts of Chicago. I could feel the draw of Ron's house and a warm glow that only I (and perhaps Rachel) could feel pour out of it. That glow was love and my love would not wait until morning to be shared. Time was short. It always was, but I could feel it slipping away now, and not a moment should be wasted. 

I paid the cab driver and he was gone before we reached the front stoop. I fished my key to Ron's house out of my purse and decided instead to ring the bell. No reason to be shot as an intruder before the lights came on. God had the ultimate sense of humor and irony, and I dared not tempt either.

I rang the bell and lights began coming on. First upstairs and then painting a path of radiance through the house toward the front door as Ron, the love of my life, came to me. 

He opened it dressed in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He looked confused, concerned, and still half asleep, but he was the most handsome person I had ever encountered in this moment. 

"Sara is everything al....." he began, but his words would not be finished as my mouth covered his. There would be time for explanation, but now was the time to feel his love and spirit intertwined with my own. He hugged me tentatively at first, but as my mouth covered his and my body pressed against him, he hugged me back fiercely. 

He knew nothing of the hell I had walked through to get here, but he sensed what I needed most right now was him. And so without question he gave himself to me and hugged me. 

I loved him for that all the more. 

After our first embrace, I stepped into the foyer and I was smiling from ear to ear. Rachel followed behind us. 

"What's this all about?", Ron asked obviously confused. I didn't even know where to begin.

"I am so in love with you." I said as if this explained everything. 

Ron glanced at Rachel knowing it was unlike me to say such personal things in front of others and then back to me. I was still grinning.

"I love you too." He replied.

"I know." I said. I took his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom.

I led him down the hallway to the bedroom. Ron did not speak again, although he must have been confused and full of questions. Instinctively he knew that what I needed right now was him, and he trusted me to give himself over to me without question or protest.

It was at that moment that I knew in my heart as well as my mind that this was my one. The one person who would fill my heart with the one thing every person needs: contentment. Life was new and wonderful beyond words. 

Rachel left us at the foyer knowing that this moment was for Ron and I alone. 

This was about love between us and although, I loved her this was different.

I kissed Ron and began unbuttoning his shirt.

As if in release from the hell I had been caged in, my pussy twitched and flooded with excitement. Lust and love was a powerful mixture of the human condition. Perhaps it was the most powerful, and I let myself ride the tidal wave of joy and pleasure as they commingled through me.

My nipples went erect and burned with desire and without guilt or regret. My panties slid down my legs as Ron urgently undressed me. Ron's cock sprang free as I pushed his boxers urgently down. I gripped him in my hand and stroked his member as it grew.

We fell together on the bed, and into an ocean of passion and intertwined bodies.

This was not the urgent sexual drive, empty of love, but a plunge into the depth of our humanity. This was not exciting because it was 'wrong', but because it was so 'right'. Perhaps a deviation from the extravagant sexual game we played, but a welcomed one.

Ron moaned as I stroked his cock gently, yet urgently. I kissed him deeply as I masturbated his dick in long, purposeful strokes. 

My hand left Ron's cock to hold his face between my hands as I explored his mouth with my tongue. I then licked the palm of my hand and used it to lubricate Ron's rock hard shaft. 

His fingers found my sex and I groaned as they lovingly entered me. I ground my hips slowly into him as I stroked his thick cock that oozed pre-cum. 

I slid on top of Ron and positioned his cock at the entrance of my wanting pussy.

I kissed him again as I lowered myself onto him. I felt him slide deeply inside of me and I reveled in the feeling of complete fullness that only he gave me. 

We rocked together. We climbed higher and higher as if reaching out toward God in the most intensely beautiful sex I have ever experienced. 

Ron filled me deeply and perfectly. My hands holding onto his shoulders and my hips rocked up and down. I rocked harder against him, urgently needing to feel the base of his cock rubbing against my clit. 

Ron erupted inside of me and we cried out together in this one act that defied death in one pleasurable moment. This was not sex, so much as communing with pleasure and life. It felt so wonderful and intense at the same time that I felt as if perhaps I had died and gone to Heaven through my own pleasure.

We came together and he filled me with love, passion, and of course his cum.

We collapsed together in exhaustion as our orgasm slowly ebbed and flowed all around and out of us. The two of us curled together holding each other basking in the love of life we felt. 

* * * * * * *

After we made love, I held Ron and listened to his breathing. It was long and even as he slumbered next to me. I could not sleep. There was so much relief and joy in me that I wondered if I would ever sleep again. I could see over Ron's shoulder as I held him at the glowing red lights of his clock. It was nearing 5:00 AM. The last two hours went by in a blink and I was amazed at how time could be so fluid. 




The Game Ch. 10



It seemed unfair that in joy the hours rolled by in blinks, but in pain seconds could become eternities. I shook off the thought and vowed to enjoy whatever time I had left. I snuggled closer to Ron. 

By 5:30 I knew sleep was going to elude me at least until the next night. I did not want to disturb Ron so I slipped silently from the bed and drifted down the stairs to sit by his pool and watch the sun rise. 

As I opened the basement doors and stepped naked into the cool night air I smiled as I recognized a familiar silhouette at the edge of the pool facing east as the first pink stripes of light painted the eastern sky.

I was not the only one who could not sleep, and I went to Rachel. She sat naked dangling her legs into Ron's pool staring into the east lost in thought. I wondered why she was naked, but suspected that she had been communing with herself.

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She leaned into me, but did not speak. We sat silently, each contemplating the meaning of life, as the sun rose slowly pushing back the shadows that minutes before consumed us. 

When it was light enough to begin seeing colors I saw Rachel was silently crying as she watched the sky turn first to purple and then to pink in the East. 

She turned to me and smiled with big glassy eyes, "It's so beautiful."

I smiled back and said, "It is."

"Thank you.", she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For loving me.", she replied.

"You don't need to thank me for that." I said.

She seemed to contemplate this for a minute and then turned to me, her eyes going serious, "Nothing is ever going to be the same again between us is it?"

I considered her question and replied, "No. We will never be the same as we were. We will have each other in a way I hope neither of us has another person, ever."

Rachel nodded silently and said, "I'm glad it was you."

"Me too." I replied honestly.

"I need to ask you something else and I need you to be honest with me.", Rachel said solemnly. 

This time I did not fear what she would ask. If I could not be honest with her then honesty was dead in this world. 

"Okay." I said.

"I don't think I want to talk about this with any one else. I mean I am not sure anyone else could understand what we just went through, and I know I don't want to try to explain it to them. Are you going to tell anyone about yesterday?" she asked.

I thought for a moment and saw her point. No one could understand what we just went through, and telling someone about the experience could only lead to sympathy or moral judgment. I had no desire for either. 

"Why don't you want anyone to know? Are you ashamed of what happened to us?" I asked not really answering her question.

"I'm not ashamed of what happened. I guess I am a little ashamed of being so horny that I could not think through the consequences of what I was doing, but I feel more victimized than ashamed." Rachel answered.

"I don't think I am going to be sharing this story with anyone, except for Ron." I said.

She said nothing for a moment but then, "How will he take it?" she asked not looking at me.

I took her hand in mine and said, "He loves me Rachel, and I love him. He will probably be scared. It will be an after the fact scared, like the way you are after you avoid a really bad traffic accident by inches, but it will eventually be okay. If I don't tell him, it will be a secret that is always between us, and I don't want that."

She nodded as if understanding. 

She turned toward me deliberately and her eyes met mine. I was surprised at what I saw there. Her eyes glistened with tears but also with hard, steely resolve that frightened me a little. Her lips went thin and her fists were clenched tightly. I watched her as she made a conscious effort to relax them. 

"Do you know what I feel right now?" She asked. 

I shook my head but said nothing.

Her eyes met mine and they were so cold. Her lips were a thin white line of rage. Her teeth gritted. 

"I am more pissed off than I have ever been in my life." She said coldly and the depth of her rage so coldly and softly expressed impacted me more than anything I had ever witnessed. I remembered my own anger in the cab ride home at Chad and realized that the nuclear holocaust of rage that I felt that night was like a candle standing next to the sun compared to hers.

She said nothing more, but continued to stare at me as dim light from the dawning sun formed a black silhouette around her as if the depth of her rage somehow bent the very light of the sun around her. 

And then she relaxed a little and the depth of her anger slowly receded. She was once again Rachel and I realized I was not breathing. 

"I know I have to let go of it." She said, "But it will be so damn hard. I don't want to go through life this angry. I am so thankful to be alive I want to experience life with joy not anger, but it's there. I can feel it deep down inside me like a fire that won't go out."

"Who are you angry at?", I asked quietly hoping wondering if it was me.

She stared at me with bewilderment now on her face and said, "Myself mostly, but also Chad and those other fuckers. I can't believe I put myself in that place just to get laid."

I nodded again and admired the depth of her resolve to stand up and take responsibility for her part in what had happened. 

Rachel sighed and now she looked more tired than I have ever seen anyone look before.

I put my hand on her naked shoulder comfortingly.

She turned to me with new tears filling her eyes. She bit her bottom lip fighting back the tears. "I just wanted to have sex and that was all I could think about and it almost killed us. I think I'm obsessed with it. Sometimes it's all I think about. My fantasies are so...... graphic." she trailed off.

I used my thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek and smiled warmly at her. She returned the smile wanly. 

"Rachel, it's okay. Everyone has graphic sexual fantasies. You're not a freak; you're a normal 18 year old woman. I think it's admirable that you are willing to take some responsibility for what happened, but don't shoulder it all. You didn't do anything that outrageous, and hey, everyone needs to get laid." I said trying to lighten the mood a little. 

She smiled a little at me, but still seemed troubled. She looked at me again and said, "Can we trust each other?" 

I was briefly confused by her question and said, "Of course, honey."

"No I mean really trust each other. You are the only person I have ever felt like I can trust completely, and a lot of it is because of yesterday. I hated what happened to us, but I loved that feeling of being able to finally share myself completely with someone. I felt that way with you. I still feel that way with you, but I want to know if you feel that way about me?" Rachel said quickly. Her words flowed out in a quick even rhythm as if she were trying to articulate a feeling that could not quite be put into words.

I held her hand in mine. I considered what she had said, and contemplated how emotionally naked we had been with each other in the past day. Nothing could ever compare to that empty feeling of loneliness. We had shared that loneliness and it had changed the way I felt about her. It had changed the way I felt about everything. 

I smiled at her and said, "I do Rachel. You are not alone."

She squeezed my hand and said, "I love you.", as a single tear streamed down her right cheek in the dawning sun.

"I love you too, but I am worried about you a little." I said.

She shrugged and said, "I will be alright, I think. But I am a little afraid of feeling like that again."

"Like what?" I asked.

"You know horny. I am afraid I will make bad decisions, and I do have some powerful desires when it comes to sex." She replied.

"You don't have to feel guilty about getting horny." I said quickly.

She sighed, "Not getting horny, what I want when I get horny." she corrected.

I thought I understood more now. She was afraid of acting on her desires because of what had happened. She was afraid of losing herself to her sex drive. The torment of that conflict must be hell for her. I understood and my understanding made me ill with empathy for her.

I was suddenly cast back into the memory of my own recent past and remembered writing my first letter to Ron.

I thought about how I might feel if I felt guilt at the slightest tremor of a fantasy. Would I have the courage to fulfill the fantasies I have had? Who was I kidding? I was barely strong enough go through with them now. It would be impossible if I felt nothing but fear and guilt every time my endocrine system decided that it was time to get freaky. 

I thought of all of the joy that I would have missed, and most of all something much more valuable than just sex. I would not have the relationship that I have, because through sex and fantasy, Ron and I had learned trust and understanding. 

I suddenly felt a loss for Rachel that chilled me to the core of my soul. She would never have the opportunity to feel some of the things I had felt if she held onto her guilt. I stared at her and it was like watching a part of her future die before my eyes, swallowed up in her own feelings of fear and guilt. And part of me felt like I was dying here too. 

I spoke urgently to her now, "Rachel you can't give up your sex life and most importantly your fantasy life because you had one bad experience. I know it was a lot more serious than 'a bad date', but your fantasies are not something to suppress and hide from. They can make life worth living."

"I don't think anyone would even believe my fantasies." She said glumly.

I laughed. I didn't mean to, and I hoped she didn't take my laughter as mockery of her pain, or worse yet judgment. The laughter held no humor in it, only surprise at how like me she really was. 

I laughed because she had said out loud something I had told myself over and over for years. It was of course ridiculous, and I found the irony that saying something can sound completely rational and hearing it completely insane. 

And a bizarre thought occurred to me in that same instant: 'That's how politician's can say patently ridiculous statements with complete sincerity. They actually believe themselves.' I laughed again.

She stared at me coldly until I squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, "Rachel everyone thinks they are the only ones who fantasize about freaky sex, and everyone is wrong about that. Even an old lady of 34 like me sometimes has a fantasy or two that are a little unconventional. I mean you were here the other night and saw Molee get fucked like a gang bang queen. That was a fantasy. Everyone has them, and I promise you your fantasies are no freakier than mine or anyone else's."

She looked doubtful. I smiled at her and said, "You said you trusted me. Tell me your fantasy. You will feel better, and I am willing to bet that what goes on inside that pretty head of yours is nothing worse than anything I have done or contemplated myself."

She stared at me nervously. She looked away at the sunrise that had turned the eastern sky a bright orange, but the fiery ball of sun still stood below the horizon. 

She turned back to me and took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I trust you."

She began talking slowly at first but quickly picked up a rhythm. I listened as her words painted an erotic movie in my mind. As she spoke her nipples hardened and a thin shine of excited sweat appeared on her upper lip as she mentally lived her fantasy out as she spoke.

She spoke for nearly 15 minutes, the passion and urgency in her voice increasing with each minute. I found my own nipples hardening and felt the familiar tingle between my legs. Each word, sentence, paragraph seemed to come alive in my mind as she spoke as if I were inside of her head voyeuristically watching the scene that she painted. 

When she was done we were both full of nervous sexual energy. She stared at me wide eyed and naked. For a minute I did not trust myself to speak. She misinterpreted my silence and said, "See I told you it was weird."

I blinked twice and found my voice. "Rachel you are not a freak, you are a fucking genius. Do you really want that to happen?" I asked the tremors of excitement evident in my voice.

Rachel giggled with relief. "Maybe. I mean I think about it a lot." She actually blushed as she thought about it. My God she had an amazing imagination. There was a depth in her that was like staring into the Grand Canyon. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time and part of you just can't believe it's that deep.

I nodded understanding knowing that reality and fantasy were sometimes best kept separate, but this was incredible.

After the moment passed she turned to me. "So you have done that huh?" she asked with an edge of 'I told you so' in her voice. 

I grinned at her, "Well okay I have not done THAT." The truth was I had never even thought of doing what she suggested. I wondered if even Ron and I could do that.

"Okay so I shared my abnormality, you're turn. Now you share. Tell me how freaky you are.", Rachel said to me and then grinned. It was a genuine grin and it made her face light up. God she was beautiful when she was happy. 

I stared at her intently. I did trust her, and I would not bullshit her. We were too close and had been through too much for that. 

I stood up and went into the house leaving Rachel at the edge of the pool. I returned with Ron's portable DVD player and sat down again. Rachel was now intrigued.

I took her hands and said, "You really don't have anything to feel guilty about. I felt like you did about sex for a really long time and only recently have come to terms with the guilt of it." I paused wondering if this was really the wisest course of action and dismissed the thought immediately. 

"I am going to tell you something and then show you something under two conditions. First, if you ever betray my trust, I will never forgive you. Trust can only be earned once with me, if you lose it, you will never get it back. And secondly, you will talk to me if you ever feel guilty about sex. Life is too short for that fucking bullshit." My words came out passionately and with conviction.

Rachel nodded and said seriously, "Okay, I understand."

I stared at her for a long time knowing that this road only traveled one direction and there was no going back. I felt like Alice standing at the edge of the looking glass and wondered if I dared step through with Rachel. Then I smiled and realized that there was some joy sharing this with her.

I began slowly as she had. "Ron and I have invented a game." I began and found myself smiling. This was really fun to share with her, and the curiosity in her eyes only made it more fun.

I paused over the edge of the abyss of knowledge I was about to share with her, knowing that I had already passed the point of return, but also that I had not yet plunged into the depths below. The feeling was like the moment of weightlessness when you stepped off the high dive, but right before you plunge into the water. In that instant you have commitment without consequences, and time is suspended. 

The world had stopped for me and everything was in that one moment. I savored it, and then it passed as Rachel spoke.

"What kind of game?" Rachel asked grinning like a child would at the word's 'Once upon a time' when being read his favorite book.

I smiled and continued, "A very cool game, but also a very scary one sometimes. It's a game of fantasy fulfillment. Each month we exchange fantasies in writing and the other has 30 days to fulfill it."

She stared at me with wide disbelieving eyes. She was grinning now like a teenager on summer vacation. "That's so cool." She said dumbfounded.

I smiled at her youthful radiance that once again seemed to light up around her. 

I spent the next few minutes answering her questions and explaining all the detailed rules of "The Game" we were playing. She was genuinely intrigued and excited. It was fun to watch her gain understanding. At one point I thought she would clap her hands and dance with joy. As I said, it was fun to share this with her.

After a moment I said, "I have told you something, and now I am going to show you something." I said to her still smiling face. She grinned and I continued, "You shared one of your fantasies with me, and now I am going to share one of mine with you. Only this one I have done."

I told her about the note I had mailed Ron and the circumstances that led up to it. And then I pushed play on the DVD player. The home movie Ron and I had made that amazing night came to life. 

Rachel watched with wide eyes as the actions of my fantasy became reality on a 7 inch screen. Her mouth hung open and I noticed the harness of her nipples. I smiled to myself as I watched her watch me.

And for good or ill, we stepped through the looking glass together.



The Game Ch. 11



Chapter 11: The Game Goes On

Two weeks had passed since Rachel and I had made that pilgrimage to Ron's home filled with both fear and hope for a better future. Life had returned somewhat to normal. Rachel had returned to work, and so had I. Ron had been freaked out after I had told him about our 'scare', but he was supportive. He was a little clingier with me over this last two weeks but I took that as a sign of his love for me. 

It was nothing overt, but I found him holding my hand more frequently, hugging me good bye more tightly when we parted, and calling me to check in more frequently. I loved him so much more for all those little things. 

Things were definitely different between Rachel and I, but as we returned to somewhat of a 'normal' existence we were able to blend that experience into our shared past. The biggest difference between us was a more open relationship. I no longer feared exposing her to life, and she was connected to me in a way no other person ever had been.

We slept together every night for the first week after that experience except that first night when I was with Ron. We did not have sex, but held each other closely as we fell asleep. On the seventh night, Rachel did not join me in my bed, but returned to her room. We never spoke about the change in sleeping arrangements, but both knew that it was time for us to put our fear behind us and get on with living life. 

In the two weeks that had passed, however, Rachel and I had talked a lot. After that early morning by the pool where I shared with her the video of one of my fantasies, we had spoken frequently of the game. I told her everything.

She sometimes laughed, sometimes teased me good naturedly, and often asked about what I felt during each of my fantasies. I had not told Ron that Rachel now knew about our 'game', and I was not sure why. I could only say that it didn't feel like it was the right time to tell him. 

Ron and I had talked about our 'game' the weekend before. We had not had sex since I had told him about Rachel and my trip to 'X'. Both of us seemed to need a sexual break to get our heads straight, and both of us were content to just spend time together. 

Last Saturday was less than 2 days until the 30th of the month. We were lying in his bed holding each other closely, kissing, hugging, exploring each other's mouths lovingly with intertwined tongues. He broke the kiss and said, "I love you Sara."

"I love you too, Ron", and then reached between his legs and gently stroked his hard cock and pulled him closer to me.

He resisted placing his right hand on my chest between us and said, "Are you sure you are ready for that?"

I smiled at his concern and said, "Yes, I'm sure. We have a wonderful sex life and I don't want that to change."

He kissed me on the forehead with love but not lust and said, "I know. I don't want it to change either, but I think we should talk a little bit first. I need to know how you are feeling and I want to tell you how I am feeling."

I leaned back the heat of my passion fading. I could feel his cock wilt slowly in my hand and I let him go. I propped myself up on my elbow and faced him. God I loved him.

"Okay, I always want you to know how I am feeling." I said truthfully.

"Well I guess after what happened I was so afraid for you. I have had nightmares for the last week about losing you." He began with wet eyes.

I felt like an ice pick had been stabbed through my heart. My own eyes filled with tears knowing that I had hurt this wonderful man deeply. I stroked his cheek and said, "I'm so sorry baby."

He took my hand in his and kissed my nose gently. "It's not your fault. I am not blaming you; I just want you to know how very much you mean to me. I have never felt anything like what we have together."

I smiled warmly, the ice pick turning to glowing warmth at his words. "Me either." I said.

"And I really think the game we have been playing has brought me so close to you. I feel like we share everything. I can't believe some of the things I have done and seen with you. And there is no jealousy or fear of losing you to another man. God it's intense and everything we have done has only brought us closer." He said in an ongoing flow of emotion.

I interlaced my hands with his and said to him, "I know. I can't believe it either, but it's true. I love you Ron."

He smiled as if tortured and said, "But I'm a little afraid too."

Here was the 'but'. I felt a stab of fear. I had been hurt before by men and every time they left me it was always with a speech that started our about how much they loved me. And every time there was the proverbial 'but' that preceded the pain. I froze with fear, my heart hammering. Had I blown it? Was this night it? Had I scared him to the point he could no longer stand to be around me? Fuck this hurt so badly.

My eyes were brimming with tears but I could not bring myself to speak. He stared at me, but made no effort to comfort me. That was not like him and I knew what was coming. I imagined his voice in my head, 'Sara this just isn't working out. I love you, but I'm not in love with you anymore. I need my space. Let's try just being friends.'

I had heard it all, and it all sounded hollow and empty. Probably because all of those things are hollow and empty, and they are said only to make the person saying them feel better about shattering a lover's heart. I braced myself for what was coming. I knew I would cry, but I would try not to until I had collected my clothes and left his house for the last time. I waited for him to stab me with his words and then he spoke.

"But, I would give the 'game' up for you. You are too important to me, and you have been through a rough week. We both have. So we don't have to play the game anymore if you don't want to. Just promise me that you will love me and that can be enough for me."

I blinked and tears spilled from my eyes. That was a strange speech for a break up, but part of me wondered what the hell this was all about. Was he cutting me off or stopping the game in hopes that I would stay or go? What was going on here?

"Do you want to stop playing the game?" I asked tentatively.

He sighed and said, "Honestly, no. But it scares me a little."

"Why?" I asked now curious.

He looked at me confused and said, "Because you have been hurt by sex in the last week. Because I don't know how you might react to the things we might do together. It would destroy me to lose you over a fantasy of mine. I love you and I am so very afraid of how we could hurt each other. I love the game, but I love you more. I just don't want to lose you."

I let out a laugh and cry together. It was one of those moments that can only be shared by two people in the deepest of love. Tears spilled from my eyes but I also laughed with joy as the fear in my heart evaporated and I was filled so deeply with love for this wonderful, wonderful man that it physically hurt. 

I hugged him and felt his tears wet my shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen him cry, but he was unashamed and held me fiercely. I continued to laugh and cry together in heaving sobs and grins. Tears fell from my eyes and my nose filled and dripped (not sexy, but true). 

I pulled him close to me and held him tight as if I were trying to draw him into me and become one person with him. It was a wonderful feeling that only grew in its wonder. When my emotions finally felt more under control I leaned back and kissed him gently on the lips. His cheeks were wet, and I was a mess, but he kissed me gently back. 

He smiled and said, "Need a tissue?". I laughed again and when I did a snot bubble formed out of my left nostril. 

Ron laughed out loud as I reached for the box of Kleenex on the nightstand. I sat up blowing my nose and wiping my eyes. I was straddling his body and he grinned up and me. I handed him a tissue and he wiped his eyes and then stroked the side of my face gently.

"God you are beautiful." He said.

I smiled at him and said, "Yeah I'm sexy when I cry. The snot bubbles I am sure are a huge turn on."

He grinned and said, "You are beautiful even with the snot bubbles."

There was levity now to our conversation, and I finally believed how much he loved me. I had 'known' it and 'felt' it, but there was always a part of me that could not believe that someone could love me so completely. I believed it now and my hands once again interlaced with his.

"So you don't want to play anymore?" I asked.

His face went serious and he said, "I want to, but not if it will hurt you."

I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. I let my tongue trace his upper lip softly. I kissed his bottom lip just as gently and playfully sucked it into my mouth. I licked the tip of his nose and then whispered softly, "I love you and you need not worry about my desire or love for you. I am okay and I want to keep playing. And right now I have a fantasy. My fantasy is to fuck your brains our right here, right now."

I kissed him more passionately now and felt the stir of arousal in my nipples and wetness in my pussy that straddled his body. He groaned and I knew instinctively that his cock had come to life and was growing. 

I reached back and took his shaft in my hand. He was fully hard and I stroked him gently never breaking our kiss. He licked my mouth urgently and his hands found my breasts. My nipples hardened to his touch and our kissing became hungrier. 

I grunted, "God I'm gonna fuck your cock so hard."

He groaned at my words. I knew he loved it when I talked dirty to him and I so desperately wanted to bring him pleasure. I stroked him harder now sitting up. His hands lay back in a cross on the bed and I gently rocked my hips, rubbing my wet, hot pussy gently across his chest as I stroked his dick.

"Oh god that feels so good", he moaned.

"Good baby. I love making you feel good." I said my own heat building with his. 

"Jack me off Sara." He groaned.

I smiled loving when he called me by my name when he talked dirty. I opened the nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lubrication. I drizzled it over his cock and he sucked in his breath as the cool lube hit the heat of his member.

I used my hands to make him slick all over and he groaned again. "God I love your big cock." I said. "It's so hot baby. You like it when I jerk you off?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh yeah, jack it baby." He said groaning.

I slid my body down and sad cross legged between his legs. I stroked his erect cock with my right hand and massaged his balls with my left, loving the feel of him in my hands. 

"Uhhhh." He said as I squeezed his testicles gently and continued to pleasure him with my hands. 

My rubbed a little lower and found the base of his balls. I rubbed in little circles stimulating his prostate and jacking his dick faster. I was rewarded with a groan, but I tightened my grip on the base of his cock holding off his impending ejaculation.

"Mmmm I bet that feels good." I said as his body shivered in pre orgasmic spasms. I would not let him cum yet, however. I wanted to please him in the most carnal way. 

"Fuck me." He groaned.

"Not yet." I said. "This is all for you right now. Tell me how good you feel."

His reply was immediate and lust filled, "God it feels so good. I can feel tingles in the tip of my cock when you rub my balls."

I pushed harder on his perineum and said, "I'm not touching your balls, but I will if you ask me to. Or do you like this better?" I traced a finger against his asshole not letting up the pressure on the base of his balls.

His reaction was immediate and I thought he would erupt. I tightened my grip on the base of his cock. He did not cum, but his cock oozed pre-cum like I had never seen before. It flowed out of the tip and over my hand. I could smell the sex of him and I loved it. 

"I see you liked that?" I asked.

"Ummmm" was all he said, but I wanted to hear him talk to me. "What was that? Should I stop or do you want more?" I traced my finger across his ass gently.

"More." He said groaning.

"More? More what? Tell me baby." I said seductively.

Finally he relented and groaned through a sexual haze, "Finger fuck my ass while you jack me off."

I smiled and said, "Oh you dirty boy. I love it."

I knelt and kissed the tip of his oozing cock, savoring the taste of him. I sucked it like a lollipop, swirling my tongue over his sensitive head. My middle finger found his tight little ass hole and I gently pushed into him.

He groaned and his cock seemed to strain harder. I sucked it and it seemed to ooze onto my tongue driving me wild with my own desire. I felt him tighten around my finger and I gently wiggled my finger knowing how he must be feeling having learned to love anal sex myself.

"You are so tight." I whispered to him. "God I can't believe I'm fucking your ass."

He groaned and then panted, "Fuck my ass baby. I love it. Fuck me and make me cum."

I stroked his cock with blinding speed now. I jacked his cock so fast he could not get into a thrusting rhythm, but rather relaxed allowing my finger deeper penetration inside of his asshole. His orgasm built and built, not with urgent thrusting, but with deep contractions inside his abdomen. My hand was a blur on his cock and my middle finger was hilted in him. 

He groaned but did not cum. I watched his face contort in pleasure, fascinated by the intensity of his orgasm that built. His balls tightened and pulsed, but now white semen came spewing forth. His groaning built and built.

I wiggled my finger and continued stroking. He was moaning constantly now and gasping in pleasure. Sweat poured off of him as I listened to his incoherent pleasure groans, "God,..... fuck....yeah......more.....fuck me.......ohhhhhhh".

I smiled and then his body tensed. Shivered went through him and his ass gripped my finger fiercely. The shivers grew to near thrashing and I slowly slid my finger out of him a centimeter at a time slowly relieving the pressure on his magic gland. 

The semen did not spurt from him, but instead came in an overwhelming torrent. He screamed in pleasure, something I have never heard him do before. The first eruption came out with such force that the spray shot above his head and painted a wet, white glob on the head board. The second followed immediately covering him in a ropey white line from his cheek to between his hardened nipples. The third and fourth wetted his chest and stomach. His ass clenched in spasms as my finger finally slid free. Two more jets issued forth from his cock, pooling in white puddles in and around his belly button. 

His cock wilted slowly in my hand and his shivers slowly subsided. I was grinning when he opened his eyes and saw me. "Jesus Christ." He said in heaving breaths.

I laughed and said, "Glad you liked it."

That was the most intense thing ever. "I never thought...." His voice trailed off as a new tremor passed through him.

I giggled with delight at the pleasure he was feeling. 

"Christ part of me is still cumming." He said.

I leaned forward and kissed his lips, my breasts touching the wetness left on his chest. When I sat back up I looked down and said, "You made a mess."

He laughed and said, "Totally worth it."

On a whim I leaned forward and licked his belly button that held a little pool of his cum. I held it on my tongue for him to see and said, "Tasty."

He laughed and said, "Help yourself to as much as you like." 

I grinned and said, "I'm good for now. I just wanted a taste."

He laughed and pulled me on top of his cum covered body and said, "Come on baby get messy." 

I squealed and tried to pull away, but it was too late. He pulled me down on top of him and I felt the wetness slide between us. We were both giggling and wrestling on the bed. He rolled me over and eventually pinned me straddling me and holding my arms down.

He leaned in and kissed me. "I love you." He said. 

I grinned and said, "You love me or you love it when I fuck you?"

"Both", he replied.

"Me too." I said. 

A flash of lust once again appeared on his face. "Well I think I owe you one after that." He said.

"Hmmm I think so," I said seductively. He kissed my nipples and they immediately hardened in his mouth. I sighed and surrendered to the moment letting him worship me. 

His tongue traced every inch of my body and tingles of pleasure washed over me. I spread my legs as his mouth gravitated toward my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and floated in that heavenly feeling as his tongue perfectly caressed my clitoris and outer lips. And then his finger was inside me. 

I groaned with pleasure, my own orgasm beginning to build quickly. I tried to relax and allow myself to ride the pleasure wave without grinding or pushing him into me, but just letting him expertly push me toward my orgasm.

His tongue traced my ass while his thumb worked my clit and his three other fingers pushed into my wet pussy.

I groaned and used my words, "So you like that or should I stop?"

I opened my eyes and looked between my legs seeing him smiling and glistening with my wetness waiting for my answer.

I smiled at him but did not say anything. He stared at me waiting, holding me on the edge of intense pleasure. 

"Well?' he asked smiling.

Silently I reached into the open dresser drawer next to the bed and removed the 8 inch vibrator that I had used on Rachel weeks before. I rolled over on my stomach and got on my hands and knees. I lay face down with my ass straight up in the air and slowly slid the dildo against my pussy lips giving Ron a visual show that was sure to arouse.

I then slid the vibrator deep inside me and held it there with the muscles of my pussy. I reached behind myself and spread my ass cheeks opening my tightest hole to his view. "Please lick my asshole and then butt fuck me Ron." I groaned.

My hands were replaced with his as he spread me widely open. I began to fuck myself with the dildo driving my orgasm higher. His tongue slithered into my tight ass and I groaned with nasty pleasure. "God yeah lick my ass." I groaned.

"Mmmmmm so hot." He said between licks.

I could see his hard cock between my own legs if I looked back like a center for a football team. I reached the tip barely and gave it an encouraging stroke before he entered my ass with a finger and I was forced to use the hand for balance.

I groaned and was feeling so hot I thought I would explode, but forced myself to relax. I wanted Ron's cock in me in the worst way.

I grunted dirty phrases to him when I was not reduced to guttural groans, "Butt fuck me baby. Fuck me with that thick cock. Fuck my ass deep."

He was fully hard now and he drizzled lube on my open ass and his cock. He stroked himself a few times to fully coat his member. I groaned at the visual.

Then he was over me. The tip of his cock was against my tight asshole. He pushed forward and entered me easily with the lubrication. 

I moaned at the tingling vibrations that rocked between my pussy and ass. The dildo was inside me and I could feel it against Ron's cock deep in my ass.

He fucked me slow at first, but then gained momentum. I rocked faster as my orgasm grew deep in my belly. I was dripping sweat and pleasure as I felt him hilt himself deep inside me. He held himself there and said, "God I can feel you fucking yourself with that toy on my cock."

I pushed the toy deeper inside me and elicited a groan from both of us and then twisted the base to bring the toy to vibrating life. 

Tingles raced through my body and I cried out in orgasm immediately and completely. Ron was groaning with me and I felt him unleash his second orgasm deep in my ass, flooding me with hot cum. This only drove my passion to a higher level and my pussy and ass contracted together in an intensity that was unparalleled.




The Game Ch. 11



I screamed and then collapsed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. Ron pumped my contracting ass as his orgasm flowed out of him and into me. I panted my pleasure and rode the wave down the other side, shivering with post orgasmic waves that shook my body for the next several minutes.

Ron collapsed to my side in a similar state and as the minutes slowly passed his wilting cock slipped from my ass as the toy had from my pussy a moment earlier. 

I was suddenly overcome with the giggles. It was the happiest moment I think I ever have had in my life and I was overwhelmed with pleasure and joy. The giggles seemed to be contagious and Ron joined me, pulling me close to him. We laughed for almost twenty minutes, kissing, holding each other, and of course loving. 

Then we stepped into the shower together and Ron said to me, "So the game goes on?"

"Bet your ass white boy. I'll give you two more weeks, but not second more." I said playfully and followed him into the shower.

He grinned and said, "I doubt all need two weeks given the fantasy you emailed me. It's hot by the way, and I will make sure it's just how you want it." Then he kissed me and pulled me to him under the hot spray of water.

I shivered thinking about the words I had emailed him what seemed like a life time ago. I reached for his cock, suddenly horny again. Besides a shower fuck is the best.



The Game Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Sex, Love, and Money

I look back on it and think how interesting it is that certain small minor events in life, a traffic light is green instead of red or a decision to stop and admire a dress in the window of a store, can have profound effects on life's outcomes. I believe there is a principle in science called 'The Butterfly Effect' where a small change in air pressure in China (the flapping of a butterflies wings) ends up setting in motion a chain of events that end up causing a hurricane in the Atlantic ocean.

It was almost a year now since Ron and I had started playing our little game of fantasy exchange and in many ways I had fundamentally changed as a person. I sometimes wondered if that day in his house alone, I would not have looked in that shoe box. Where would we be now? Would we even be together? 

I guess I will never know, but the fact is, I did look and we are so wonderfully together. 

I was sitting at my cubicle at work organizing my calendar when a chain of events began to fulfill a sexual fantasy that I had sent to Ron weeks before. It started with a phone call.

My phone rang and I was in the middle of work and for a brief instant I considered letting it go to voicemail, but then I was also waiting to talk to my boss about a project I had started for her. 

"Hello, this is Sara." I answered.

"Hi you." Ron's voice said in a relaxed tone. 

I smiled in spite of myself, and all thoughts of work left me. I had not talked to him since I had slept over at his house the previous weekend. 

"Hey I wondered if you were going to ever call me, or if you were just using me last weekend.", I said teasingly.

Ron laughed and said, "Well you fuck pretty good so I thought you deserved at least another date."

I laughed and knew he must be working from home. I could not banter with him in my cubicle environment so I changed the subject.

"Yeah Yeah, I am a woman of many talents. So how are you?" 

"Good." He replied. "Great in fact. If you are free, I think you should be at the Hilton after work. There is someone who would like to meet you."

"Really who?" I asked intrigued now. 

"Just check your in box." He said with a giggle and hung up.

I held the dead receiver in my hand with white knuckles and my heart raced. Was tonight the night? Holy shit it's a fucking Tuesday and it's only been a week since we decided to continue the game. 

I thought about the implications and the short notice and my stomach was a molten core of nerves. A thin sheen of sweat coated my upper lip, but my nipples were suddenly hard as pebbles. Jesus my fantasy was tonight? That was too fast. How could he have set it up? What had he set up?

I stood there transfixed with the receiver held to my ear. Slowly I put it down its cradle and glanced guiltily around feeling like my co-workers would somehow know something dirty was going through my mind. 

Obviously that was my overactive imagination as everyone in the office was working as usual. No one stared at me with penetrating, knowing eyes seeing what fantasies played on the movie screen of my mind. 

I smiled to myself enjoying the moment as if I was holding a secret that they would be shocked to know. It was an arousing feeling to live this life of fantasy within the context of my normal life and no one knew. I sometimes imagined what Shiela my cubical neighbor would say if she knew of the things I had done. She would probably transfer to another department.

I sat down in my chair savoring the feeling and adrenaline rush of a secret about to be revealed. I opened my private web mail (that I hoped really was private) and typed in my username and password. I glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching and clicked the sign in button.

The screen blinked and I was surprised. "No New Messages" was prominently displayed. I knew Ron would never send me a provocative email to my work account, but I checked it just the same. I leaned back nervously in my chair wondering if the internet was running slow today. I forced myself to wait a full two minutes before clicking the refresh button on my browser. Still there was nothing.

I took a deep breath, confused and unsure of what to do. Ron had told me to check my in box. I considered calling him back, but he had hung up on me suggesting that was all the information I needed. 

I glanced around the office once more to make sure I was not being scrutinized and pondered what to do. Then my skin went cold and butterflies rolled hard within my stomach. 'Oh my God,' I thought as realization hit me. But he would never have done that. Would he? I am sure I must have gone pale even thinking the thoughts I was thinking.

Nervously I stood up and started walking down the hall. It took all of my self control not to run. Jesus was he insane?

I turned the corner and ran into my boss. She was a classy lady in her mid 40's with an amazing figure that was whispered about by her male colleagues. She dressed impeccably and most impressively she was genius smart. She was hard to work for because she was so driven, but she was also fair and was frighteningly loyal to her teams. 

I loved her.

"Sara are you alright?", she asked as I nearly bowled her over coming around the corner. "You look a little put out."

I tried to smile, but I was nervous. "Er... fine. Sorry." I stammered not knowing what else to say.

She took my hand and made me stand still. "Really now is everything ok?" Her eyes bore into me and I was sure I looked guilty. One of her many talents was being able to see into people and understand them. 

"Yeah really everything is fine, I just er forgot something I need to do."

She appraised me and said, "Well if everything is fine, I wanted to tell you I thought you did a great job on that report the other day. I would like to discuss it with you in my office later. Stop by before you leave for the day."

I nodded and tried to look calm as I walked away from her briskly. I could feel her eyes on my back.

As soon as I rounded the outside of the cubicle farm I pushed open a side door and raced down a deserted office corridor. On the far wall was another room that I rarely visited and pushed my way into. Inside was the mail room with an office in back where clerks sorted and delivered mail to a public row of open boxes each with a name labeled on the front. 

No one was in the mail room except one of the late afternoon clerks who was busy photocopying ad copy for a client under the glow of fluorescent lights. I smiled at him tentatively and he nodded. I walked to the third column of make shift mail boxes and found my last name. 

I peered tentatively in the box expecting something. It was empty. 

I breathed a sigh that was both filled with relief and confusion. I should have known Ron would never send something from our "Game" to my work place even if it was sealed. These mail boxes were not secure and anyone that worked for the company could see or even take the contents of any mail box. It was ironic that the company had recently installed post 9-11 metal detectors and cameras on every floor of the building, but failed to invest in 10 dollar locks for something as sensitive as mail could be.  

I must have breathed my sigh of relief out loud as the mail guy turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I turned and noticed him for the first time. He was a young man (almost boyish) and I could tell from his bright orange badge that he was one of our interns from the local college for the year. They called them 'pledge' badges because the bright orange marked them as interns that were only here for a semester. They were universally hated by the college kids. This one was stamped with the name "Gary" in black block letters. 

Gary was a handsome young man in his early 20's at my guess but was awkward and uncomfortable in the way that we are when we are out in the world and not yet experienced enough to know how to handle it. I smiled at him and also at myself and said, "Yes. I'm sorry I thought I had forgotten a package."

Gary smiled back and said, "Oh well we don't generally put packages out there, not that we get many. The packages are kept in the closet in the supply room."

I nodded never knowing the intricate inner workings of the mail room, and must have appeared either interested or stupid because Gary seemed to brighten at the idea of teaching me what he did every day.

"You see," he began, "if we get a package we mark it as received with a date stamp and then tag it with a blue card that has identical numbers on both ends. We then tear the ticket in half and put half of the tag in the mail box of the person the package is for. It's kind of like how they do baggage claim at the airport."

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. Was I really listening to a college kid tell me about mail? I was, but was so dumbfounded by the conversation I just listened.

"So, if you have a blue tag you have a package." Gary concluded.

I nodded again as he came toward me. "Are you sure you are alright?" he asked. 

"Fine." I said and then Gary was at my side. 

He looked into my mail box which was about two inches above my sight line. He smiled and said, "Looks like you're gonna fuck, after all." As he pulled a blue tag out of the back of my mailbox that I had overlooked.

"WHAT did you say?" I asked him with both panic and anger in my voice.

Gary looked at me, confused and afraid. He stammered, "I said it looks like you are in luck after all." He blushed holding the blue tag out toward me like a peace offering.

It was my turn to blush. "I'm sorry. I just....." my voice trailed off. "Never mind. So can you get me my package?" I asked my heart racing.

"Of course." He said taking the ticket back and seeming to be happy to go back into the clerk's office and away from the crazy bitch (aka me). 

He returned a minute later with a brown cardboard box that was approximately 18 inches square. He held it out and I took it from him slowly. I wasn't breathing. I held in my hands an artifact of 'The Game' and I was standing in the mail room of my office building. 

I felt the world spin a bit as the reality of my fantasy world and the real world crashed together. I felt off balance the way one might feel if Daffy Duck stepped through the television set and shook your hand. 

The box was real. Sara was real. The game was fantasy where Sara took the back seat and watched as her alter ego, Slutty Sara, do all the things her carnal mind imagined. But here was Sara and a possession of her alter egos.

It was out of context. I was out of context and didn't know who I was at that moment. I felt trapped between who I was and who I sometimes pretended to be. The dislocation was intoxicating and I felt both the terror and excitement as if this was that first moment we ever played this most interesting game. 

I took the box from Gary. Part of me wanted to just let go, rip his clothes off, and fuck him on top of the photocopier, and part of me was terrified that I had even entertained the thought. This was not a strip club in St. Louis or a party at Ron's for God's sake. This was my work. My life. But somewhere in my mind my alter ego lingered. 

As if the thought was printed on my forehead, Gary turned away from me as if suddenly self conscious. I smiled in spite of myself and turned to leave him. 

Across the hall was a women's bathroom. I darted inside and thankfully was alone. I splashed cold water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I was Sara again albeit a little flushed. I stared at the box sitting on the vanity next to me. I felt suddenly nervous like a drug addict who realizes while in line at the airport security terminal he has forgotten to empty his overnight bag of the two ounces of coke he hid there. 

What the hell was I going to do with that box? I couldn't carry it around all day, but no way was it going to be left under my desk in my cubicle. I vowed to get even with Ron for this. 

I took a deep breath and picked up my box and went to the last stall. It was the handicapped stall so I had more room. I gently set the box down on the floor and stared at it for a minute. 

Finally I mustered my courage and pulled the tape on the top of the box. It ripped away with a loud tearing sound that startled me in the small confines of the ladies room.

I nervously listened to make sure I was still alone before opening the flaps of cardboard. I was tingling despite myself and my nipples were rock hard. Although I was nervous and a little terrified of having my alter ego visit me at work, deep down I was also boiling with anticipation at what I might find. 

My body betrayed my nerves and the familiar butterflies of nervousness gave way to tingles that dance across my nipples and clitoris. I licked my lips involuntarily and opened the box. 

I stared down into bubble rap. I could not tell what the box concealed, but on the very top was a single sheet of blue paper folded in half. My name was written in familiar handwriting on the side facing me. I picked it up gently. 

The sound of the door startled me. Someone had just come into the ladies room. I quickly stood and dropped my skirt and sat on the toilet as if I expected them to look below the stall doors and wonder what I was doing. I smiled to myself even as I was blushing. 

I listened as two women I didn't recognize talked.

"She's such a bitch. I can't believe I have to work Saturday. I was supposed to go to the zoo with my kids." The first woman said.

"That sucks. I was planning on spending the day with my boyfriend." Woman number two commiserated.

Water began running and one of the women entered the stall next to mine. 

I sat silently wondering what I should do. I held the letter in one hand and the box was at my feet. Thank god for the bubble rap. Even if they knew I was here at least there was no chance of them seeing what was in the box.

Suddenly I sneezed without warning.

The two women stopped talking immediately, obviously they thought they were alone. 

"Hello? Is someone else in here?" one of them called nervously wondering who had overheard their conversation.

"Hello." I said. "Just Sara."

The sigh of relief was audible. They had no idea who I was.

"Sorry, just thought we were alone." a voice called from the stall next door.

"No problem." I said, wondering who in the hell would talk to some stranger on a toilet.

I reached for the toilet paper roll to blow my nose when it happened. The paper I held dropped from my fingers and fluttered toward the floor. My heard stopped and I grabbed for it losing my balance and nearly falling off my seat. I watched in horror as the blue paper fluttered one last time and then managed to slide under the wall and into the adjacent bathroom stall.

"What's this?" the woman asked.

My heart was pounding and my face flushed. "Sorry," I said trying not to let the edge in my voice show. "That was in my pocket and it fell."

Silence followed for what felt like a year and then finally a hand appeared under my stall wall. "Okay well here you go." The voice said.

I looked down and saw the familiar blue paper held between two slender fingers with red nail polish. I snatched the paper from the hand and said, "Thanks."

I clutched the paper to my chest willing my heart to slow down. 

I dared not move. I had almost paid a horrible price for this game. What was I thinking? I should never have opened the box. 

Two minutes later the women exited the restroom and left me alone, heart pounding sitting on a toilet clutching a now crumpled piece of blue paper to my chest. It was unfathomable to me that another person outside of my fantasy life had actually touched an artifact of the game. 

I kept picturing those slender fingers holding the paper casually between the finger tips, but in the reply in my mind at the last second they snatch the paper way from me. Before I can do anything I hear the woman say, "Oh my God." And then hurry from the bathroom. I imagine how fast that memo would travel throughout the office and wonder what hell I would endure knowing that my co-workers would see me everyday and think, "Slut" or "Whore".

I would have to quit.

But that scenario only happened in my mind. Even still, my face flushed and heart beat wildly at the thought. What was I doing? I asked myself for the millionth time since I had met Ron.

But under it all, if I am honest, there was something more. My face was not the only thing that seemed to flush. My nipples were like diamonds inside my bra even now and I found myself squeezing the muscles of my pussy involuntarily. When I became consciously aware of these responses I flushed again.

After waiting a full two minutes, I opened the box again, slowly as if expecting a jack in the box to come springing out of it.

I intended to replace the note and reseal the box until I could find a more appropriate place to unpack it and digest its contents and implications in private. 

Instead, spontaneously, as if possessed by another woman, I pulled out the bubble wrap and peered inside.

At the bottom of the box lay a pair of black high heal shoes, a black mini-skirt, a conservative white blouse, a make up kit, pantyhose, black thong underwear, an electronic hotel key with the number 801 written on it, and a bottle of lubricant.

My mouth was dry as I opened the note and read:

Sara -- 

I think I understand this fantasy of yours. If I am right it is about risk and submission. Your words said, "I want to be a hooker for a night", and I must admit, I wondered, 'why?'. Hookers fuck for money, but I don't think that is why you want this. 

I think you want to be 'used' for pleasure to explore what men want and if you can provide it. I think you want to fuck someone who you do not know or care about or who does not know or care about you. I think you want to see if you can please a man and explore pleasure yourself on a purely sexual and transactional level. I also think you like the risk involved, but I will not put you in physical jeopardy for a fantasy.

I have arranged for your fantasy to come true, but to make it more real it will not be without risk. Your 'client' is a man named Robert. He is a business associate of mine from Europe. Your ability to please him will have a direct affect on my ability to work with him in the future, so the risk you are taking is mine. He is a significant client to me, and he is also a pervert who loves hookers. I know he would not harm you, but he will expect quality service and I have assured him I have arranged a 'date he will never forget'.

So you get to be his 'trick'. He will pay you $1000.00 for two hours of your time. He is in room 1099 and is expecting you at 7pm. Good luck, and I look forward to hearing about your fantasy tonight over drinks when you finish with Robert. Come to my house at 11:00.

Love Ron.

I was stunned. I sat in the stall of the women's room reeling. My stomach was in knots. Was he crazy? Making me a real hooker for something that could cost him his business God knew how much money.

Jesus. 

Could I do this? For the first time in the game I felt trapped. I mean the Hilton was only across the street. What if someone I knew was there? But I couldn't really get out of this now. It was my fantasy after all, and Ron did have something to lose. Fuck.

I checked my watch. It was 4:41 pm. Good God, less than 3 hours.

I took a deep breath and examined the contents of the box more closely. The clothes were expensive and well made, but they were not conservative. The skirt was a little too short and the blouse a little too tight. I imagined walking through the hotel lobby. My outfit alone screamed 'call girl', and of course, that was the role I was playing. 




The Game Ch. 12



I imagined being in the outfit. The too short skirt hinting at thighs and more that could be bought. The too tight shirt pressed against my bra-less breasts, outlining and imprinting the hardness of my nipples against the silky fabric. 

I imagined this woman who was not me, but who also was me walking confidently through a hotel lobby as heads turned to watch the sway of her ass. Part of me envied her. Part of me was her. And a big part of me wanted to put on her clothes and become her. 

I smiled at the imagery and steeled my mind against the night that lay ahead. I would do this. I knew I would so there was no point in agonizing over the morality of it. I would become the woman in my mind who was so confident, daring, and sexually aware of herself. 

But not yet. First I had to get out of here so that when I was done being the woman I imagined, I could come back and be the woman I was.

I put the note back in the box and began to close it. Then I hesitated a wicked thought occurring to me. I stood up and hiked up my skirt. Below I wore a pair of blue panties (cotton). I peeled them down my legs and stepped out of them. I admired my shaved pussy and touched my clit and then touched the tip of my finger to my lips. I licked it and tasted myself. I grinned and opened the box again and pulled the black g-string panties on.

I smiled to myself and marched confidently out of the bathroom depositing my 'old' panties in the waste bin as I left, not knowing I would regret that decision in a few hours.

At that moment I felt as if I were both the woman I was and the woman I would become. Underneath my skirt I wore her panties and that was a secret I kept from everyone who was around me. Underneath, where no one in this building would ever see, she was there. And I was glad. Tonight would be fun.

* * * * * * 

The Palmer House Hilton is an icon in Chicago. The vaulted ceilings ornately decorated along with the hotel staff all screamed sophistication and class. The staff was polite and refined and only business men and women on expense accounts and the financially elite could afford to stay there.

I stepped into the lobby from a side door which was held open for me by a doorman in a red suit. He smiled at me and then dismissed me as one more traveling business woman with a box under her arm. 

As I stepped into the main lobby my eyes were drawn to the three story ceiling vaults and intricate paintings that could rival the Cisteen Chapel. It was 5:49 and the place was packed. Business men dressed in expensive suits milled throughout the room drinking single malt scotches from the bar. Service people swarmed the line at the immaculate check in desk frantically sorting and tagging luggage for in room delivery. 

My heart was pounding as I contemplated the move I would make next. I checked my watch for the 200th time that hour. I still had over an hour. I decided a drink was in order.

I took my box containing my 'whore-wear' as I thought of it and stepped into the bar. The bar was ¾ full of men drinking expensive drinks and watching a basketball game on ESPN. I looked and found an empty bar stool half way down the bar with no one sitting on either side. That looked like a good spot for some liquid courage a few moments of peace to collect my thoughts.

I sat down and put the box on the chair next to me. The bar tender was there instantly and said, "Yes ma'am. What would you like?"

I smiled at him and said, "Vodka martini."

He nodded and was gone to practice his craft. Three minutes later he returned with a large martini glass with flakes of ice attached to the outside. I took a drink and felt the burn of alcohol go down my throat and warm my stomach.

I took a deep breath and looked around. To my left were a group of business men talking about the long term oil market pricing based on futures traded earlier in the day. I shook my head and wondered how anyone could possibly be interested in that. To my left was a couple engaged in casual conversation that I could not hear. I took another deep breath and wondered if one of the men in this bar would be inside me in less than an hour.

I bit my bottom lip as I scanned the crowd wondering and familiar tingles raced between my nipples and my clit. Jesus this was insane.

Fantasies began playing in my head of what the night would hold. I drank two martinis and left the bar at 6:50pm both excited and terrified.

********* * 

I entered the women's room closest to the bank of elevators with my box and went into the handicapped stall at the end. Thankfully I was alone, but there was no guarantee for how long. I quickly stripped off my work clothes and stood on the cold marble floor in bare feet. I was horny as hell and briefly I wondered what would happen if I marched to the elevators and up to my trick's room naked. I shivered with pleasure at the thought, but quickly reeled the fantasy in. 

I dressed in my 'whore wear' and packed my day clothes in the box. 

A question suddenly flared up in my mind. What the hell was I supposed to do with this? What kind of hooker shows up for a trick with luggage? 

I laughed out loud at the imagery, but realized I had a real dilemma. I couldn't leave it here, and I most certainly could not check it at the front desk. What the hell was I supposed to do?

I sighed and looked around for a solution. At the back of the handicapped stall there was an ornately decorated door. I tried the knob and it was locked, but loose in the frame. I presumed this was a maintenance closet. 

I opened my purse and found a letter opener I had borrowed from work (for a reason I still do not remember) and attempted to pry the locking mechanism back through the narrow slit in the door. On the third try it opened.

Inside was a mop sink, a mop, and a furnace. I smiled and slid the box into the small room and said a short prayer that no one would find it.

* * * * * * *

I left my stall and stared at the woman in the mirror. I was even more slutty looking than my mind's eye would have predicted. The skirt seemed shorter and the blouse tighter. The heels pointier. I smiled and realized for a split moment I was attracted to the reflection. I giggled wondering what Freud might say about that.

I was also nervous as hell as my alter ego became real before me and Sara was relegated to the back of my mind all the while screaming how insane I was being. I mentally told her (myself) to relax and enjoy the ride and boldly stepped into the hotel lobby.

It was 7:01 when I stepped into the elevator with three men whose eyes bore lustfully into me.

* * * * 

At 7:04 I stood in front of a white door on the 8th floor at the end of a long yellow hallway. Black numbers proclaimed that the door in which I stood was number 801. I had the hotel key in my hand and wondered if I should use it or knock. 

My hands were sweaty and my heart was pounding. I stared at the door not knowing what to do. Could I do this? I looked down at myself and noticed my nipples were clearly indicating that part of me could. 

I knocked.

A moment later the door opened and my heart dropped to my stomach. I was staring dumbfounded at a woman. 

The woman was dressed in a robe that had the Hilton logo over the right breast. She had auburn hair and was my height. She looked sophisticated even in a robe and clearly was well to do judging from the diamond ring on her left hand. 

My confusion must have registered, but the woman staring back at me smiled and said, "Well do come in." 

I started to speak, but no sound came out. The woman extended her hand and said, "Perhaps you expected my husband, Robert." She said and gently took my elbow and guided me inside. "Don't worry, he is here. Why don't we all go inside and have a little chat."

Inside was a suite that was amazing. There was a main living room book ended by a study on the left and a master bedroom on the right. There was an L shaped couch in the center of the room and a plasma screen television hanging on the wall. At the back end was a wet bar stocked with every kind of top shelf liquor you could imagine.

Robert was no where to be seen, but I thought I heard the shower running.

The woman let go of my arm and said, "Perhaps a drink to steady your nerves dear?" I noticed a glass at the end of the bar with an amber liquid in it. "My name is Monica by the way and I have been married to the man you came here to fuck for 15 years."

She said this pleasantly, but underneath her tone was one of cold anger. 

I was too stunned to speak and would not trust myself to talk anyway. Monica walked to the end of the bar and selected a high ball glass. "Now would you like a Manhattan young lady?"

I nodded. What else could I do?

Monica poured the drink and began to speak. "So you are understandably confused so allow me to illuminate the situation. You see I was in London shopping since my dear husband Robert had urgent business in Chicago, and a thought occurred to me."

She handed me my drink and I took it reluctantly. I looked in her eyes and saw a cold fury there that scared me and thought, 'woman scorned'.

"I thought, how nice it would be to pop over the pond and see Robert and do some shopping on the Miracle Mile. Oxford street can be such bore comparatively. And since my dear dear Robert was already there perhaps we could dine together at some of your cities fine eateries."

She paused for dramatic effect and appraised me critically. I never had felt so naked as I did under her stare.

"So you can imagine my surprise when I arrived last night to find my husband naked on that very couch with a young woman equally naked who apparently mistook my husband's penis for her personal lollipop."

Monica took another drink of her Manhattan as I stood holding mine in stunned silence. This was not going well, and sensible Sara was screaming in the back of my mind to run like hell. Somehow my feet seemed glued to the floor.

Monica then smiled at me coldly and said, "You look a little pale dear. Are you sure you are alright?"

I bit my bottom lip nervously and then said meekly. "Perhaps I should go."

Monica laughed coldly and said, "Go? But you haven't even seen Robert yet, and besides you have not yet done your job or been paid. No I don't think a young industrious entrepreneur such as yourself should have made this trip all the way here and leave with nothing. Let's see what Robert thinks."

With that she stepped to the bedroom door and said, "Robert, your whore for tonight is here. She is blond also, but at least of legal drinking age. Get your ass out here."

The word 'whore' cut into me like a cold steel blade, but part of me admired the strength of this woman. Yes to her I was a whore, but she was not playing the victim in her husband's infidelity.

"As soon as I dress." a male voice answered. I heard both fear and submission in his voice and thought, 'Dude you are so fucked.'

Monica disappeared into the bedroom and I considered bolting toward the door, but she returned before I could take a step dragging her husband who was wet from a shower and wrapped in only a towel around the waist.

Monica smiled again as Robert stood behind her holding his towel. He did not even look at me, but instead found a spot two feet in front of him on the floor much more interesting. "May I present my husband Robert." 

Monica turned to him and said, "Where are your manners Robert, this young lady came all the way here to fuck you, at least you could say hello."

Robert finally looked at me and rolled his eyes and mouthed the word, "Sorry." After his wife had turned back to face me. All in all Robert was attractive. He had a thin waist and was darkly tanned as if from Middle Eastern descent. He had black hair with a fleck of gray at the sides that would have given him a look of sophistication had he been dressed in a suit rather than a towel. There was also a look of defeat about him now, and I almost felt a bit sorry for him. 

Monica led her half naked husband to the couch and sat him down and then turned to me and said, "Now why don't we all sit down and get to know each other."

I was shocked, but found myself taking a seat in an overstuffed chair across from Robert and Monica. I was still too stunned to trust myself to speak but I stole a glance at my watch which read, 7:12. Jesus it had been the longest 8 minutes of my life so far.

Monica sat with her drink next to her husband but acted as if he were invisible. Well perhaps not invisible, more like a piece of furniture that was inconsequential to her. I on the other hand was an object of intense focus for her. She leaned forward and her eyes seemed to bore into me. "May I know your name dear or would that be improper? Do you use a pseudonym in your profession?"

I stared at her blankly not fully comprehending her question. "Um. My name is Sara." I said hoping my nerves did not show through in my voice. 

"Sara. What a lovely name. And have you met Robert before or was tonight to be your first 'date'." The word date she emphasized coldly as if she had bitten into a rotten piece of fruit. Her voice was thick with contempt for me, but underneath I thought I sensed also genuine curiosity.

"I have never 'dated' Robert before." I said reflecting her contempt with more confidence than I felt. This woman was inches away from a rage she would not be able to contain. This could be dangerous, but I also knew instinctively that to cower to her like her husband would only encourage her further.

She appraised me with those cold brown eyes again, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She seemed somewhat amused by my boldness. I knew that she was using me to torture her husband, and part of her was now wondering if I would play along and for how long. I was wondering the same thing. This was not the sexual experience I had imagined in my fantasy, but deep inside me there was something so titillating about being on the edge like this.

Monica smiled and said, "Well tell me, how long have you been a whore?"

I knew she was trying to get a reaction from me. I gave her none, but smiled back at her coldly and said ambiguously, "Not long."

"And do you enjoy your work?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"Please don't be shy, educate me. I have never known a woman like you. Tell me do you find pleasure in the sex, or is it just something you do for money? Does the attractiveness of the man play into it?"

She was genuinely curious, but was also enjoying watching Robert squirm as he sat silently next to her. I decided to play along for a bit longer to see where this was going. I knew this was probably an irrational decision, but a part of me deep down was enjoying Robert's humiliation. But he had dug his own hole here and Monica intended to make him pay for his transgression. 

She was also trying to destroy his fantasy. In a sense she was forcefully taking him behind the scenes of a porno movie forcing him to see the not so arousing side of prostitution. 

"Well to be honest, I do enjoy it with the right person. If the man is attractive and treats me well." I said not knowing if that was true at all.

"And do you find my Robert attractive?", she asked.

I looked at Robert who met my eyes. Was there something more than fear there now? I felt his eyes sweep across my body as mine appraised his. I looked back to Monica who was intensely interested in whatever I said next. A bead of sweat had formed on her forehead and for the first time I saw not only anger and curiosity in her eyes, but also longing. What was going on here?

I smiled and said, "Yes, your husband is attractive." Monica took a deep breath and said, "And how much do you charge for your services?"

"I believe the agreed upon rate for this evening is 1000.00 for two hours." I said not knowing if this was too high, too low, or just right.

Monica stood up appraised me and went back to the bar. Robert and I sat silently staring at each other. Robert must be the boldest man I had ever met because even in his predicament, I could see him staring at my breasts with lust. The towel across his lap tented slightly and I wondered what would happen if Monica also noticed his arousal.

Monica returned after rummaging behind the bar and handed me a thick role of 50 dollar bills. I took them but only stared at them. 

"You may count it if you like." Monica said misinterpreting my hesitation. "Now you came here to do a job so far be it from me to get in the way of a first date. Go on fuck him."

Her rage was back and she stood to one side of the couch watching us. Niether of us moved. "Well what's wrong? You got your money now go on fuck him." She spat at me.

I was still too stunned for speech. Monica sighed and went to her husband and savagely yanked the towel away from him. Whatever arousal he may have felt was gone instantly and his cock hung limply between his legs. 

"Monica you have made your point. Stop this now." Robert spoke for the first time in an English accent. 

Monica turned on him like a striking snake. "How dare you even speak to me you cheating bastard. How many whores have there been over the years? Many I am sure. Now don't get all holier than thou with me just because I have decided to play in your decadence. Now you are going to fuck her or I am going to fuck you in divorce court for the rest of your life."

Robert sighed resigned and sat naked on the couch waiting to see what would happen. 

Monica turned to me and said, "Do you know the last time he fucked me was 3 months ago. I think I deserve to at least know what he could not find in me. Don't you?".

I was beginning to understand more now than I had. Monica finds out Robert has been cheating on her. Something she probably knew deep down anyway. Wives somehow always deep down know. But there was more to this. She felt inadequate. Behind her toughness and her razor like tongue was a woman who was in the middle of her life feeling like she was not enough for the man she had married. 

Deep down she was afraid and hurt, but as much as there was of hurt, there was also self doubt about what could Robert possible see in a whore such as me that she could not provide. 

I pitied this woman at this moment and could see that she was on the verge of not rage now, but tears. I went to her slowly and took her hand. She resisted and made to pull away from me, but the effort was weak and half hearted. I led her to the chair in which I had sat and set her down. 

I kneeled before her leaned in closely. Her rage melted and was replaced with sadness and hurt. Part of me wanted to hug her, but I didn't. I was not her friend; I was her husband's whore. She looked up at me with both curiosity, self loathing, and confusion. 

I could smell her expensive perfume and knew she had stopped breathing. She was not in control here now, I was. And that was good. I didn't know if I could save her marriage, but I could not leave her without at least trying to release her from her own doubt. 

I whispered to her a single word, "Watch." I favored her with a grin reserved for two conspiratorial women and for just a moment her eyes twinkled and the corners of her mouth turned up into a grin. Then it was gone and she did as I asked. 

* * * * * * * * 

I released her hand and turned toward Robert. She seemed to relax, perhaps relieved not to have to be in control of anything. Robert recoiled slightly and I wondered if he could see the hatred I had for him burning in my eyes. It may have been irrational, but I blamed him completely. Not for using whores, but for making Monica feel as if she were not good enough for him. 

I had felt that way often enough in my life. Still felt it sometimes, and I loathed it. 

I walked to him slowly. I shed my heels as I walked. Then standing before him and between he and his wife I slowly stripped off my blouse. My breasts came free and I heard a sharp intake of breath from both man and woman whose eyes I could feel on me. 




The Game Ch. 12



I knelt before Robert and placed my hands on his naked thighs. My breasts were all but touching his knees. I rand my hands up his thighs toward his cock. It twitched and began to harden. I smiled. 

I could feel Monica watching me intently. All rage was gone and had been replaced with burning curiosity. I licked my lips seductively and unzipped my black skirt letting peeling it away from my hips. My black thong accenting the curves of my hips and ass with the thin material covering what Robert was now longing for. 

I lowered my mouth to him without hesitation and took him deeply in my throat. 

He groaned at my touch. I bobbed my head on his hard shaft in gentle oscillating rhythms. He lay his head back in pleasure. I stroked his shaft with my hand as I performed my very best blowjob on him. I found myself getting wet at the thought of his hard cock and his wife's curious eyes on me. I love cock sucking and it was such a turn on. 

I sucked his cock not with lust although I was aroused, but with anger and hatred transferred from Monica to me. I wanted to hurt him, but more than that I wanted Monica to know what he was. I would show her who he was and maybe who she could be.

I felt Robert shudder and immediately stopped. I squeezed the base of his cock to prevent his eruption. Precum oozed but he did not cum. I flicked my tongue over the tip of his shaft tasting him and letting a strand of his pre-cum stretch obscenely between the tip of his cock and the tip of my tongue. I broke as I pulled away from him and I licked my lips. 

"Does it feel good Robert?", I asked seductively.

"Jesus yes it don't stop." He said in quivering tones as his cock spasmed in my hand. 

I squeezed tighter around his shaft. "Not yet." I whispered.

As near orgasm subsided I slowly released my grip on his cock and slowly began stroking him. I completely ignored Monica and wondered if he could do the same. For her part she sat silently watching us without expression or comment.

"So tell me do you like her watching me suck your cock Robert?", I asked.

I could feel his whole body tense. He did not like the way this was going and although his mind was in a sexual haze, he knew this line of questioning could be dangerous. I imagined his dilemma. Should he be honest? What was the right answer? Was there a right answer? He chose silence which was both wise and cowardly at the same time.

I stopped stroking and gently began massaging his balls. He moaned, but there was also fear there. I could hurt him and he knew it. His cock was still hard, but I could feel the mixture of fear and arousal in him. I wondered if he enjoyed the feeling. "Now don't be shy Robert. Tell me. Does it feel good to do it in front of her?"

Monica's eyes were now sparkles and the curve of a grin returned to her face. The cold hardness was there, but also some thing more. 

Robert still chose silence and I squeezed his balls a little more tightly. Not enough to cause pain. There was still pleasure in my touch, but enough to remind him of his position.

"Um yes it feels good.", Robert groaned finally deciding an answer (even the 'wrong' one) was better than no answer.

I rewarded him be licking his balls gently and stroking his shaft. Monica gaped. I smiled inwardly. Robert relaxed again as his arousal once more began to build. 

I slowly stood not releasing my grasp on his shaft and turned to face Monica. Her face was flushed. Our eyes met and she held them. I stared back into them and I slowly sad down upon Robert's lap. I positioned his cock at my pussy and slowly impaled myself upon him. His hands found my hips and once fully inside me I leaned back against his chest feeling him filling my cunt while allowing Monica to watch him slide inside me.

I watched Monica silently watching me as I ground my hips back and fourth on her husband's lap as his cock slipped in and out of me. I could feel Robert panting on my neck and knew he would not last long. I brought my fingers to my clit and began masturbating myself knowing he would finish long before I got there. 

Monica was still angry and curious, but also aroused. Her face was flushed and the nipples beneath her robe had to be like hard pebbles full of desire. Her own hips rocked involuntarily as she watched us. 

Without warning Robert's grip on my hips tightened and I felt the familiar warmth and spasm inside of me indicated he had ejaculated. I pushed down hard on him, not cumming myself, but what whore came with her trick in real life anyway. His cock spasmed again and I knew another spray of him had gone off inside of me. And then his body went limp and it was over. His cock slowly wilted inside me.

Monica seemed to sense this also and shifted slightly in her seat breaking eye contact with me finally. I took a deep breath and slowly stood up off Robert as his cock slid from me with an audible 'plop'. 

I walked to Monica slowly and took her hand. I said softly to her, "How do you feel?"

She considered me and then said in a whisper, "I'm not sure. I expected..." Her voice trailed off.

"You expected more? Something special perhaps for the sum you paid me. Perhaps something you couldn't do?" I smiled knowing my understanding was correct. 

"Yes." She said as if I had voiced her own thoughts.

I smiled at her and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, but getting a whore isn't about a woman's inadequacy, it's about the man's. I hope I helped you to understand that."

She looked at me and grinned a real smile for the first time. It was just a flash and then evaporated, but it was real and genuine while it was there. She nodded and said, "I think you did. Thank you."

I giggled and said, "You are the first woman I know that has ever thanked a hooker for fucking her husband. I hope you two work it out."

Monica smiled at me and then looked over at Robert who was sitting there wondering what the hell was going to happen to him. He could not hear our whispers, but Monica's face went from warm and conspiratorial to cold and calculating immediately. "Oh I am sure I am going to work it out." She said loud enough for Robert to hear.

Robert cringed at her words, and judging from how she looked at him he had every right to be worried. Never before had I seen a man so absolutely fucked.

I picked up my panties and Monica' took my hand before I could step into them. 

"May I have these?", she asked. "I will pay for them if you want."

I considered her for a moment and then handed her the thong panties. "Sure." I said confused.

"Thank you, I have plans that may require this sort of underwear, and although I am sure more could be purchased, there is something fitting in that they be yours."

I shrugged as I stepped into skirt and top sans panties. I did not understand, but all I really wanted to do was get out of there at this point. I really didn't ever plan to wear that underwear again anyway.

Monica walked me to the door and handed me another 1000.00 dollars. I took the handful of bills and said, "Enjoy the rest of your night." It sounded hollow and stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

She nodded to me and closed the door. I would never see either of them again.

I rode down the elevator with two business men whose eyes seemed to maul me. I could feel Robert running out of me and that was when I realized that I had thrown my other panties away. 

I sighed as the doors to the lobby dinged open and quickly made my way to the ladies room to turn back into Sara.

At 10:05 I was in a cab on my way to Ron's with 2000.00 dollars in cash. Although it was not the fantasy I imagined, I had been a whore for a night, and a successful one at that. And while it was not a mind bending sexual experience, the memory of Monica's eyes on me while her husband's cock was inside me would be masturbation fodder for the rest of my life.

* * * * * 

An hour later I was naked again. This time I was with Ron and much more comfortable. He was naked too and sat immersed up to his neck in the hot water of his spa. I sat on the side, at his request, drinking another martini. He wanted to see me while I told him my story.

He sat and listened in stunned silence as I told him every detail exactly as I remembered them. When I had finished I knew he had to be hard, and I suspected he was stroking himself under the frothing water.

"Did he really have sex with you while his wife watched? Jesus.", he said with a flushed face.

I grinnned and spread my legs to answer his question. I used my fingers to open myself for him (he loved that visual) and I knew he could see I was more open than usual from the night's escapades. Not to mention some of Robert's cum was still stuck to my thighs. 

"Jesus." He said again but this time lustfully.

He stood up, his erect cock before him. I grinned as he came to me. He positioned himself at my pussy and slowly slid into me. I sighed as he easily hilted himself on his first thrust. "You are such a good whore." He said.

I moaned at the word which did not cut this time but aroused hearing it from him. And at his words I became his whore. But this time not for money, but so much more.

He was urgently thrusting inside of me then and I held his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his body. I could feel him deeply inside me and I was wet from my current arousal and the fuck from before. 

"Fuck my cum filled pussy baby." I whispered nastily in his ear knowing he wanted me to be nasty now. I could sense deep down he was extraordinarily turned on by the thought of fucking my cream pie pussy. A little part of my brain went, 'Hmm that's interesting', and then the thought was lost in my own lust. 

"Oh God." He replied and thrust more urgently.

We both came fast. 

He erupted inside of me harder than I had ever felt before. It was like a hose let loose deep inside my pussy. I came with him, equally hard, gripping him with the contracting muscles of my cunt. 

It was fast and hard, and I felt myself lose control of my mind as I came on his cumming cock.

Wetness squirted from me, coating his cock and balls. This rare event never ceased to catch me off guard and when it happened I was completely beyond control.

Another squirt from him and I was contracting in orgasm again. I was lost in the feeling and when the orgasm crested, we crested together. I held Ron tightly and he to me both shivering uncontrollably as we rode the waves of a mind bending orgasm. 

Slowly the shivering tingles subsided, but we hugged each other tightly until we both broke into a fit of giggles. We sank into the water together both laughing and kissing. We spent the rest of the night making love and loving each other.

Around 4:00 we held each other in Ron's bed. He kissed my forehead and said with good nature, "God I am so glad it's my turn again." 

I kissed him back and said, "You mean I don't get to go twice in a row after that?" 

He smiled and said, "No way babe. I'm not giving up my turn."

I reached between his legs and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. I was somewhat horny again. Jesus this game made me a nympho. And then feeling particularly dirty I said, "I think you should be really dirty this time."

I drifted off to sleep holding him not knowing that my words would set in motion a fantasy that would change three people's lives forever.



The Game Ch. 13



Chapter 13 -- Ron's turn again

I stayed overnight at Ron's house on Friday night for a 'Blockbuster' night and ended up watching two movies, drinking a bottle of wine, and talking. We ended up going to bed early and making love for an hour before drifting off to sleep. I would not see him again for a few days as I had some work to do around my own apartment and he had a project that would keep him busy most of the weekend.

I was somewhat disappointed, but I also was looking forward to a weekend to myself. I thought perhaps Rachel and I could have dinner together. It had been a while since we had spent a whole day together as both of our lives were pretty busy. 

She was dating someone now, and her new boyfriend was taking up a lot of her time. I had not yet met her new friend, and only knew that he was also an intern at a competing firm and they had met at a conference. His name was Ryan and they had been going out for almost two weeks. I was curious, but Rachel had not yet introduced us. I decided to let her have her space and let her come around when she was ready. Maybe tonight we could talk about this mystery man of hers. Girl chat would be fun, and it was oh so much more fun when there was a new, exciting man to discuss. 

I grinned at the thought as I emerged from my train two blocks from my home, not knowing that I would get to meet Ryan in short order.

* * * * 

I opened the door to my apartment and immediately smelled candles. The smell was not overwhelming, but just under the surface. I stepped into the main room and noticed three things all at once. 

First, there were two plates and two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of the television. Both were used and had the remnants of pizza on them. The glasses stood half full and an empty bottle was poised next to it. 

The second thing I noticed was the couch had a blanket on it that was usually kept in the hall closet. The blanket was not folded, but rolled into a ball that looked as if it had been wadded up and thrown onto the cushion. 

The third thing I noticed was a pair of Rachel's jeans on the floor. 

I smiled to myself and my imagination immediately conjured an image of Rachel straddling her new boyfriend on the couch. I envisioned hungry mouths and tongues exploring each other with a passion that can only be found at their age. I imagined his hands pawing at her breasts, clumsily trying to unbutton her blouse without breaking the rhythm of their kiss.

I saw Rachel grinding her hips against his hardness, wanting him; arousing him with her body. I could almost feel the tingles as she grinded against his thick cock. I imagined the scene as they stood and awkwardly stumbled to Rachel's bedroom shedding clothes as they went until the collapsed together, naked and wanting. 

I imagined him still kissing her as he entered her. I imagined what she must have felt as she pulled her new boyfriend inside of her for the first time; feeling that indescribable passion that may only happen that very first time. I imagined her hands on his back and her legs wrapped around his body. I imagined them climbing higher and higher until her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami of pleasure. I imagined her feeling him cumming inside her. 

Jesus I was wet.

I then heard a groan from down the hallway and froze. Slowly I set down my purse and tiptoed down the hall toward Rachel's room my ears straining. I could hear voices, but could not make out any words, but the tone suggested that Rachel's evening was not yet at an end. 

As I approached the door, I heard a male voice groan and a softer more sensual voice say, "Mmmmmm you like that huh?".

The door was closed all but an inch or two and I felt tingly all over at the thrill of what I might see, and the thrill of secretly watching whatever was going on. I bit my bottom lip nervously and slowly leaned in and squinted through the narrow opening.

I had an unobstructed view of Rachel's bed. The sheets were thrown off wildly and the comforter was on the floor next to the bed closest to the door. Soft light spilled through the curtained windows. On the bed was a young man of perhaps 20. He was stark naked and lying on his back spread eagle. He had light brown hair, cut short and strong facial features. His body was lean and athletic. His eyes were closed and his face radiated with pleasure. 

My eyes drank him in moving down his body to the source of his pleasure which at the moment was my nieces tongue which rolled over the tip of his hard, circumcised cock.

Rachel was on her knees, equally naked. Her white ass contrasted with the tan of the rest of her body. My eyes traced the thin yet feminine curves of her body resting momentarily on her full breasts that were crowned with small hardened nipples. Her auburn hair framed her angelic face as she rolled the tip of her tongue across her boyfriend's swollen cock. 

She stroked his cock with her right hand as her mouth worked magic on the sensitive tip. Shudders coursed through the young man as Rachel pleasured him. 

Her head bobbed rhythmically as she worked his cock with her mouth and I smiled inwardly knowing this was a relatively new found skill of hers. She clearly had been practicing. One of her hands massaged swollen balls while the other stroked his shaft that was not engulfed by her mouth. 

The young man shuddered and moaned and I knew that his climax was imminent. I watched in tingling anticipation for his release feeling aroused at my voyeurism. My own nipples were hard and strained against my bra and I found myself unconsciously rubbing them through my shirt.

And then the moment I anticipated happened. Rachel's boyfriend groaned deep and guttural and I could see all of his muscles tighten at once and then Rachel did something amazing.

Just at the moment of his release she withdrew her mouth and his straining cock popped from her mouth like a Champaign cork. I could see her tighten her grip around the base of his cock as she stroked him. 

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he screamed. 

A torrent of cum exploded from his tip, spraying white hot cum across Rachel's face. She relaxed her grip, but continued to jack his cock in a blur. He released again with torrential force. The cum sprayed again and again onto Rachel's hair, face, shoulders, and breasts. It was an orgasm to rival Ron's.

The young man was still screaming, "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

His orgasm slowly wound down and his cum oozed from his softening cock. Rachel slowed but did not stop stroking him. A white mess pooled down his shaft and ran across Rachel's right hand that continued to gently squeeze and milk him.

The young man then opened his eyes and looked at her and said, "My God that was incredible."

Rachel grinned at him. She was covered in him and said, "Glad you like."

The boy sighed contentedly as Rachel climbed up his body and curled next to him. 

"You're messy." He said smiling.

Rachel smiled back and said, "I hope that is not a criticism." And then she licked her lips tasting him. "Besides, I like cum."

"God you are so hot." Ryan said.

"Thanks, but my aunt will be home soon and you need to be out of here before she gets back. Wish we could fuck all day, but I need a shower and you need to go."

Ryan sighed and said, "Okay babe, but I hate to cum and run."

Rachel laughed and said, "Get going or I'll make you clean me up with your tongue."

Ryan laughed and said, "Another time then." 

I slowly backed away from the door and stepped into my room silently to ponder what I had just witnessed.

Five minutes later I heard Ryan slip from Rachel's room and leave the apartment. I wondered why he had to be gone before I got home and wondered if I would ever know. A more pressing question was how would I tell Rachel that I was already home. Maybe I could wait until she was in the shower and pretend I had come home then. That might work.

As I was pondering my predicament, I heard a light knock on the door and Rachel's playful voice say, "You can come out now. He's gone."

I sighed and thought, "That sneaky bitch", and opened the door. Rachel stood outside in the hallway stark naked with the shiny white semen on her lips and cheeks. 

"Like the show?", she asked me grinning. I was speechless and only could nod. Then she leaned in without warning and kissed me on the lips. 

I could taste Ryan's cum on her mouth, salty and tangy at the same time. I pulled away shocked. Rachel only giggled and said, "Make coffee. Let's have girl chat and I will tell you a story." She then bounded down to the bathroom and I heard the water come on a few seconds later. 

'What the fuck was that?' I wondered to myself and was reeling from the experience. I stripped out of my clothes and into a long jersey style t-shirt that covered me to nearly my thighs and then went and made coffee. I was curious as hell as well as aroused. I was about to find out I had created a monster. 

* * * * *

Ten minutes later Rachel came out of the shower dressed in nothing but a very short satin robe. She was clean and smelled lightly of lavender scent. I sat down with my mug of coffee across from her and said, "Okay, what is going on?"

She smiled at me wolfishly and said, "Just a little fucking between friends." 

I sighed and said, "Friends? That looked like more than friendship to me." 

Rachel grinned again and said, "Well maybe a little more. I do like him an awful lot and he is great in there." She said motioning toward her bedroom.

"I hope you are being smart. I mean 'that'," motioning toward the bedroom, "can get complicated. Especially with co-workers." I said trying not to sound too judgmental.

Rachel smiled at me coyly and said, "Really? Complicated? You think more so than what we did at Ron's?" Rachel asked somewhat sarcastically, but also with good humor.

I sighed and said, "Look Rachel, I know what we did at Ron's was a little over the top, but it happened. I just don't want you going too wild and getting hurt."

Rachel nodded and said, "I'm a big girl, you don't have to keep protecting me. I know what you are saying, but don't worry. I'm just.... Er experimenting a bit. I mean I'm not going total slut, but I do like sex." 

What could I say? I nodded and said, "Hey, I am glad you are enjoying your sex life. God knows it took me a while to fully appreciate mine, but just remember your 'experiments' can have consequences."

She nodded and then smiled at me and said, "So what did you think of his cock?"

I laughed out loud and said, "Very nice."

"I know, and in deference to you I have been playing my own version of 'The Game'. You probably have wondered why you have not met him yet", she said.

I nodded and said, "I figured you needed some space with him and you would eventually get around to introducing us if he became important to you."

Rachel cackled as if in on some private joke. 

"What?" I asked.

"Aunt Sara I would have introduced you the day I met him, but I had a fantasy." She said still giggling.

"And what was this fantasy?" I asked curious and a little irritated.

Rachel blushed a little, which I found comforting in some strange way and said, "Well I wanted you to see me with him. To you know, watch me."

I was stunned but also curious. "Why?", I asked sincerely.

Rachel now looked even more unsure of herself. "Um well its just something I have been thinking about a lot. I mean I guess it's a turn on to do that in front of someone." I was stunned but also amazed at her boldness. She was just learning about sex and already living out some of her fantasies. I said, "And did it live up to your expectation?" not knowing what else to say.

She brightened and said, "Oh my God yeah, it was so hot to be doing with him knowing you were watching. It was like I was an actress or something, but also with him for real. It's hard to describe, but WOW...."

She hugged me back and I returned to my seat across from her sipping my coffee. I smiled and said, "And where did you learn to give head so well so fast?"

She laughed out loud and grinning said, "I've been practicing."

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Really?"

She smiled and said, "Mostly with Ryan. He loves it and it's a huge turn on for me especially when he cums. Well you know what we talked about that one night by the pool. I can't get it out of my head and he can cum a lot."

I had thought a lot about what she had confided in me. It was intense and I found the image of her living out such a depraved fantasy, extremely arousing. I thought about trying it first, but that would somehow seem like stealing. 

Rachel sensed the thoughts swirling behind my eyes and immediately changed the subject, "So I am sure you fucked Ron till he couldn't walk last night. Did he tell you his fantasy this month yet?"

I shook my head, and said, "Well maybe; he might have emailed it but I haven't had time to check yet."

Rachel's eyes gleamed and said, "Well shall we go to your computer and see?"

She was visibly excited and I was nervous. Even though she knew about our game and had participated in it to some degree, this was a little nerve racking.

"Oh come on, you have to go look", she said impatiently and stood up.

I stood, shaking my head and walked into my bedroom where my computer and internet modem were. The computer was on and I clicked on the email client. 

A minute later I was downloading my email. I had not been online in two or three days so I was inundated with junk mail. Fortunately my spam filter caught 80 percent of it. And then at the very top was a familiar email name: Ron's. 

The subject line read, "Dirty enough?"

I sighed and glanced at Rachel. I was not sure how comfortable I was reading this in front of her, especially after encouraging Ron to be 'dirty'. 

Rachel giggled nervously and said, "Open it".

I sighed and double clicked.

* * * * * * * * * * 

The email opened and we both stared, reading in silence. A minute passed and although only four words were on the screen, neither of us spoke or took our eyes off of them. And then Rachel broke the silence with a teenaged giggle. I looked at her and she was grinning nervously. "Wow", was all she said.

I giggled nervously and said, "He is a bit of a pervert."

Rachel laughed out loud and said, "So are you though."

I thought of myself fucking Robert while his wife watched all to see what it felt like to be a whore, and said, "You might be right."

Rachel grinned and said, "It must run in the family."

I smiled at her thinking about her getting off on me watching her sucking her boyfriend's cock less than an hour ago. And then my mind flashed back 20 years to another time and another place, with my first sexual experimentations.

Rachel must have noticed I drifted off because she said, "Aunt Sara?"

I looked at her for a moment and for a split second a mental bridge spanned two decades. I shivered and said, "Yeah. It must be genetic."

Rachel looked at me oddly and then the moment passed and she grinned her radiant smile and said, "So how is this fantasy going to happen and when?"

I looked at her and said, "Don't you mean, 'Is it going to happen'?".

Rachel's face never even wavered. "No the real question is, 'are you going to be there?'"

She nodded to the screen and I looked back at the words. They read, "A Threesome with Rachel." 

I turned back to her with a flash of anger, realizing the literal interpretation was that I was not required for this particular fantasy. Fortunately Rachel was grinning and I realized she was joking. 

"Bitch" I yelled at her with humor in my voice and grabbed a box of tissues that sat on the edge of the desk and tossed it at her.

She dodged laughing and said, "What if I don't want YOU to be there?" She was really having fun with me and giggled as I grabbed two pillows off the bed and threw them at her much harder than the Kleenex box. 

We were both laughing now and she rushed at me. She launched her body into mine and we fell wrestling to the bed, laughing.

I rolled her on her back and tickled her under her arms. She squealed and squirmed nearly bucking me off the bed. I lost my balance and she grabbed my jersey and rolled me off of her. She was amazingly strong.

I rolled face down and somehow Rachel ended up straddling my back. She pushed down hard between my shoulder blades to hold me in place. My jersey had ridden up to my waist in our escapades, and slapped my bare ass once, hard with her other hand.

"Ouch you bitch", I squealed and laughed at the same time. I tried to bounce her off my and roll at the same time, but only managed to roll onto my back with Rachel now straddling my hips.

She quickly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with her hands. She was leaning forward to hold me in place and we were both breathing hard. Our faces only inches apart. 

She could not tickle me and hold my hands above my head so we were in a bit of a stalemate. Her robe was completely untied and open now, and my t-shirt barely covered my breasts. I lay looking up at her extraordinary body, tan and fit, crowned with full white breasts and small pink nipples only slightly larger than a quarter.

My body flushed in a moment of lust as we stared at each other. I felt heat in my pussy and the hardening of my nipples as tingles raced through my body. And then I became aware of a warm wetness on my pubic bone and realized it was Rachel's shaved pussy where she straddled me. She was nude under the robe and our pussy's were only an inch apart. The thought made me wetter. 

Rachel was still holding me down, but less tightly. She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "God Aunt Sara does the thought of watching Ron fuck me turn you on?" 

I felt her grinding her hips slowly and felt her slickness slip over my body as her breasts pressed gently against mine. I could feel the hardness of her nipples on my own. Without thought, I whispered, "Oh yes honey."

I arched my back pushing my pubic bone harder against her wet clitoris. She moaned and pushed harder back into me yet. Her mouth wet against my ear now, her breath on my flushed skin, and then her urgent whisper, "The thought of fucking him in front of you is such a turn on for me. I want you to watch him fill me with his cum."

And then she sat up and arched her back. Her hair spilling over her shoulders and I could see the fullness of her breasts in the morning sunlight; the hardness of her nipples; the flatness of her perfect stomach and the wetness of her pussy where it met my own body. 

Her left hand found her left breast and tweeked her hard nipple and she shuddered. Her right hand moved down her body to her clitoris. She arched her back as she masturbated and I could feel the speed and urgency of her fingers against her pussy as I watched her pleasure herself.

She came very fast and very hard whispering, "Oh God; Oh God; Oh God" over and over again as if in a chant. And as she came she thrust two fingers into her self and held them there as her body slumped forward against me. I held her quivering body as her pussy clenched against her fingers as the orgasm shivered through her. I could tell it was a really good one.

After a moment she relaxed and slowly raised her head and looked at me and said, "That was amazing" and kissed me on the lips. 

I smiled at her and said, "It seemed like it."

She said, "Actually I think that is the hardest I have ever come. I have never done that in front of someone before."

I smiled and said, "You were very sexy."

Her face flushed again, but this time not with excitement. I waited for her to speak.

"Do you do that in front of Ron?" she asked in a nervous voice.

"Yeah sometimes. It can be a big turn on." I said. "Why are you so embarrassed about masturbating, Rachel? You seemed to be really into it."




The Game Ch. 13



She flushed even more red and said, "Well it's kind of embarrassing, but a few years ago, Mom kind of walked in on me in my room."

I smiled imagining the awkward scene. "What happened?"

Rachel grinned nervously and said, "She screamed and ran down the stairs."

I laughed out loud imagining my sister running from Rachel's room. 

"Later I got 'the talk'. I was mortified." She said still smiling.

I said, "Honey every parent mortifies their kid about sex. It's kind of a right of passage. But masturbation is pretty common. I think about 99% of all people do it and 1% lie.".

Rachel laughed and said, "Yeah mom told that I shouldn't be embarrassed but should start locking the door. But ever since then I have always felt it was kind of a 'secret thing'; You know?"

"Well it is a private thing; if not secret." 

"Well ever since it has been such a turn on for me to imagine someone seeing me get myself off and doing it in front of you was absolutely amazing." She said.

I laughed and said, "Glad I could be here for you."

She leaned in and said, "me too" and kissed me softly using her tongue to brush my lips. 

My own body was screaming for release. My pussy was on fire; her body, the visual of her masturbation show, and the smell of her orgasm all combined to bring every nerve of my body into a state of arousal.

I said, "Honey, I need to cum. You can watch me masturbate now."

She didn't move off of me but continued to lick my lips gently and between licks said, "I don't think so."

My body burned for release and her mouth moved to my chin. Her soft, velvety tongue trailed lower to my hardened nipples that hardened more to her soft touch. 

Her breath and mouth felt exquisite and my pussy tingled and dripped with my own wetness. Her tongue moved lower across my belly still shiny and wet from her orgasm. She tasted herself off of my body and said, "You got to watch me give head; so now I think you get to enjoy me giving head." She cocked her head and said, "But with girls it's called face isn't it?"

I nodded as her tongue flicked my belly button and then trailed lower. God I wanted her mouth on my clit.

"Enjoy some face Aunt Sara.", Rachel said as her mouth finally fulfilled my desire.

'My God she has been practicing' was my last coherent thought as Rachel's tongue pushed me over the edge and into the abyss of sexual release. 



The Game Ch. 14



Chapter 14: Threesomes Fun

Rachel and I spent the morning plotting and the afternoon shopping. Rachel was enjoying herself and was filled with excitement and nervous energy. And truthfully I was enjoying the 'first time high' vicariously through her. We began our day at the mall in Victoria Secrets, and I think we confused more than a few clerks who could not decide if I was a super liberal mom helping her daughter pick things out or a lesbian into young women. 

We browsed through a variety of lingerie and provocative underwear without really finding something that was 'perfect'. We had discussed different ideas for the fantasy and the mechanics of how we would 'play it', but never really settled on anything concrete. The only thing we decided was that is should be very visually arousing with a quality of unreality and fantasy to it. 

After coffee we went to shop for inspiration. An hour later we had yet to find it.

We stopped at Starbucks for more caffeine and over double Latte's the only thing we had purchased was a candle and a large bottle of lubricant. Rachel sighed and said, "Jeez this is harder than I thought." She was not complaining, and rather looked like she was enjoying herself despite our inability to find any 'costumes' worthy of a very crazy fantasy. 

"Don't worry Rachel", I said, "We will find something." 

She smiled and said, "Looking is kind of fun. It is actually kind of a turn on."

She blushed a bit and I grinned back and said, "Anticipation is a turn on."

"God it is isn't it." She replied with fervor. "Ron must be dying."

I laughed and said, "I hope so. If I was not such a cool chick, I might rip his balls off for even suggesting such a thing."

Rachel giggled and said, "You would never rip off his balls. You like them too much. Besides, fucking me isn't really THAT out there for a guy's fantasy. Is it?".

I laughed and said, "Well no, but fucking your girlfriends teen age niece is not something most guys suggest, even if they think about it."

"Hey I am almost 20."

We both laughed at that and then Rachel said with a gleam in her eye, "You know I have an idea."

I said, "What?" and she only stared through me. Clearly she was thinking and I could almost see devil's horns appear over her head.

"What???" I asked again.

She only smiled and took my hand. "Come with me. I know a store where I think we might find something fun."

She took my hand and pulled me out of the Starbucks and into the mall. She was nearly running in her excitement and I nearly spilled my coffee. "Slow down", I called.

She turned and was grinning like the devil and said, "Oh he is going to love this. And so are you." 

"What?!?", I asked.

She smiled again and started to tell me. Her words were spilling out of her faster and faster as she went. After a few minutes we were both smiling and then we were both hurrying through the mall. 

I did love it. It was an interesting idea and I wondered how Ron would react. I looked forward to finding out. I had a feeling this was going to make his fantasy even dirtier than he imagined.

* * * * * * * 

Three hours later we returned to my apartment with enough bags that we nearly both collapsed from carrying them from the cab to the door. Rachel went to the fridge and got a bottled water and handed one to me. 

"Damn we went a little crazy." She giggled. 

"Yes we did, but I can't remember having so much fun."

"I know. I have been excited, horny and nervous all day." She said as she took a big swig from the water.

I laughed and said, "I know what you mean. This is all a little crazy and seems to just keep getting crazier.".

"I know; Part of me can't believe this is really going to happen."

I nodded and said, "Are you really sure you want it too? I mean this has been really fun: the plotting and shopping, but it can end right now if you want to." I said.

"I know. I have thought about it off an on today. I mean it's a huge turn on 99% of the time, but 1% of the time I keep thinking 'what the fuck are we doing?'". 

I smiled at her and said, "Rachel there is no pressure here. I can make this all go away and never even tell Ron you saw the email." 

She considered for a moment and said, "I know." And then her eyes drifted off in thought again. After another moment and another drink of water she smiled and said, "It's just that I don't want anything to mess things up with you and him; and I am not sure I will be that great of a fantasy."

I was confused and it showed. "What are you talking about hun?" I asked.

She shrugged and sat next to me at the couch. "Well you know, I have done a lot of new stuff as you know, but I have only been with three guys for real. I would hate to disappoint him and mess up the game."

I took her hand in mine and said, "Rachel, you don't have to do this."

She smiled and said, "I know, but I kind of really would like to. I just am nervous. What if he doesn't like it? Or what if I can't be 'all that'?"

She was trembling a bit and I finally said, "Rachel why don't we call this off. No harm; No foul. No one has to know anything."

She smiled at me and said after a moment, "We would know."

I nodded and said, "So what?"

"I would always wonder, I think. And I would fantasize about it forever. Wouldn't you?", she asked.

I considered her question and said, "Yes probably, but sometimes fantasy is not such a bad thing."

She laughed and said, "Do you really want to bring him home for Christmas ten years from now and know I am thinking about fucking him while we eat turkey? Let's face it; he's probably here for the long run even if you don't want to admit it yet."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. She had such a way of cutting through the bullshit. I had not consciously considered ten years out with Ron until that moment. But she was probably right.

"What's your point?" I asked.

"Just this, if we do this now, it will probably be a fantasy fulfilled for everyone and then you two will move on to a new one. Maybe I will too. If we don't do this, it will always be in our heads, and it might fuck things up between you two." She said.

I sighed and said, "Rachel as important as that is, I don't want you to get fucked up. That is what I care most about."

She smiled and said, "It's not me I'm worried. God the thought of the fantasy makes me quiver. I really want to do it, but what if I am not all that great a fuck? I mean I know guys my age like me, but I've only been with three for real and let's face it, Ron has seen some shit."

I laughed and asked, "Is that really what you are worried about?"

She stared at me and said, "Well yeah a little."

I laughed again and said, "Let me tell you about a shower I took with Ron before our little party at his house."

I told her and she giggled at all the good parts. When I was done she asked, "He really said that? No shit?"

I smiled and said, "No shit."

She thought for a moment and said, "Fuck it then. I need two hours to get ready. Call the pervert." She then got up and began collecting bags of things off the floor.

"Hold on. You want to do this tonight?" I asked.

"Fuck yes. I could never sleep if we didn't. Call him. Tell him to stop by and 7. Besides, we might surprise him since he just sent that email this morning."

I couldn't disagree with that logic.

I shook my head and reached for my cell phone. "Fucking crazy", I muttered to myself as I dialed.

We had discussed how to handle the call and I took a deep breath a second before he answered.

"Hey babe it's me." I said into the phone.

"Oh hey there. How's it going?" he answered a little confused. We had agreed that we would not see each other for a couple of days.

"Good. Hey you want to come by tonight?" I asked without further explanation.

"Um sure, I guess. Is everything okay?" he asked a slight tension in his voice.

"Yeah, I just want to talk to you about some stuff." 

"Anything serious?" he asked fishing.

"Maybe, just come by at seven."

"Okay." He said a little bewildered.

"I have to go now. See you tonight.", I said changing the direction of the conversation before he could get his bearings and ask more questions.

"Okay, but I am a little worried. Are you sure you are okay?" he asked.

"Fine hun. I just need to talk to you." I said. "Meet me at my house at seven."

"Okay".

And I hung up.

I took a deep breath wondering how I did. Rachel stood at the edge off the hallway leading to her bedroom. She had been listening.

"Bravo" she said. "He thinks you might rip his balls off over the email, but there has to be a very small part of him that is praying it's something else. Let's give him both tonight."

I laughed and said, "Damn we are evil bitches."

She laughed and said, "Yeah but being bad can feel oh so good. Now give me an hour in my room and then you can come see 'the magic'."

I smiled and said, "Okay I am going to shower then."

"Cool", she replied as she bounced down the hallway toward her room with the last of our shopping bags.

* * * * * *

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the hot water and making sure that I was squeaky clean and well shaved. I stepped out into the steamy room and toweled off. I wondered what Rachel was doing in her room, although I had a pretty good idea from the 200 dollars in things we had purchased. 

'This is pretty out there', I thought to myself and smiled relishing the inherent nastiness of it. This was going to be a fantasy I could never have pulled off, but Rachel could. Jesus I was wet already. I blushed alone in the bathroom as I realized how turned on I was by the idea. What did that say about me? 

'Fuck it' I thought and brushed my teeth.

Before I was done, a light knock at the door followed by Rachel's head popping in. 

"All done", she said smiling. 

I looked at her in the mirror with my tooth brush in one hand. "I will be right there." I said smiling.

She grinned and said, "Nice ass, by the way." And bounded back to her room.

Two minutes later I put on a robe, left the bathroom, and plodded down the hall to see what she had been up to. I turned into her room and stood there stunned. 

Her room had been completely transformed. The bed was made with a pink and white bedspread with two large stuffed animals, a bear and an elephant (don't ask me why an elephant), sitting atop the frilly pillows. Above the bed were three posters of rock bands, one was of Christina Agulera, one of Brintney, and one of a boy band I didn't recognize. 

The rest of the room featured a bean bag chair, more stuffed animals, some more posters, and some CD's she had strewn around the stereo. But most stunning was Rachel herself. She was dressed in white nylons, a plaid skirt that was maybe an inch too short but not much more, and a pink t-shirt that said, "Hottie" in bright pink letters across her breasts. Her hair was tied back in two pony tails and she wore hint of too much make up.

I stood there transfixed. 

She twirled and said, "What do you think?"

I laughed and said, "You look like a 16 year old slut in holly hobbies playhouse from hell".

She giggled and said, "I was going for 15. So do you think this will make Ron's fantasy kinky enough?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know if I should be turned on or grossed out."

She laughed and said, "Don't worry; I bet you lean toward 'turned on' in the next hour."

The truth was I was turned on right then.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:40. Shit I had to get dressed. I went to my own room and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Ten minutes later, "Holly Hobby" as I called Rachel's alter ego and I were plotting again. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Rachel made a last minute judgment call and ditched the white nylon stockings going for the natural bare legged (and panty-less) look under her short skirt. She looked so sexual in her tight shirt and short skirt. As we talked I saw her nipples hardening under thin fabric.

The knock at the door came at 7:02 and Rachel and I froze staring at each other across the living room. This was it and we both knew it. After a moment of hesitation and a brief look of doubt, Rachel smiled and all reservations were lost. She tweeked her nipples to make them harder and moved toward the door. I slipped back into the bathroom per our plan. My skin was flushed and my nipples were erect. My heart was pounding with excitement. I quietly slipped out of my clothes wanting to be naked as I watched.

I stood in the dark bathroom with the door cracked. I could see down the hallway and into part of the living room, including the front door.

Rachel opened the door and smiled and said non chalantly, "Hi, Uncle Ron".

It was the first time she had ever said that, and I could tell by the look on his face that it took him off guard. Rachel said, "Aunt Sara's in the bathroom, but come on in."

She moved away from the door and sat on the couch and turned on MTV. Ron entered the living room tentatively never taking his eyes off of Rachel's body. Rachel for her part ignored him.

"You look... er different", he said tentatively.

Rachel turned and considered him and said, "Just trying out a new look. Do you like it? Some people have said it makes me look younger."

Ron hesitated not knowing what to say for a moment and then said, "Um yeah it does actually. You look very pretty."

Rachel turned back to him again and said grinning, "Come sit."

Ron sat on the far side of the couch from Rachel and she immediately slid up next to him. She put her arm around his shoulder and said, "I also redecorated my room; you want to see it?"

Ron's face was a bit flushed and I wondered if he was turned on. After a moment he said, "Um ... sure". 

Rachel got up and led him to her newly re-decorated room. Ron followed her tentatively and stood a few feet inside her door.

"So what do you think?" she asked. "I like it; it reminds me of my room at home when I was in high school."

Ron smiled, taking it all in, and said, "I am glad you like it."

Rachel moved behind him and closed the door but didn't latch it. I sneaked out of the bathroom and crept down the hallway. My excitement was building with each passing moment. 

I peered through the small slit in the door. Rachel was sitting on the bed and said, "Uncle Ron can I ask you a question?".

"Sure Rachel." Ron replied sounding a bit confused.

Rachel smiled and said, "Well I was on the computer for work this morning and I accidentally read an email from you."

Ron's face went pale and he said, "Um Rachel that was something for Sara and I am sorry you got it by mistake. I don't know how to explain, but it's just a game and......"

Rachel cut him off with a smile and said, "Uncle Ron I have not asked you a question yet." Ron shut up and stared at her. "So my question," she continued, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Ron stammered, "Um Rachel like I said, I'm sorry about the email, but let me put it in context at least..."

Rachel stood and moved close to him and said, "It's a yes or no question."

Ron looked down at her and I could imagine the conflicting feelings he was having. Rachel was arching her back slightly letting her breasts push toward him. She smiled up at him, a little too close to be casual, but not so close as to destroy her look of sexual innocence.

As she moved close to him it seemed to give him courage and he finally said, "Yes."

Rachel smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Rachel, I am not sure...." 

Rachel cut him off with the tweak of his nipple. "Shut up Uncle Ron. Don't talk anymore; just relax. I'm going to fuck you and all you have to do is pretend I am what I look like", she whispered. 

Rachel slowly undressed him as he stood there silently. I saw a brief moment of hesitation go through him and his hands stopped Rachel's. 

She looked at him tentatively as if to say, 'What?'

I was mesmerized watching them. My nipples burned with desire and I was wet. 

After a moment Ron said, "Um I can't do this Rachel; we can't do this."

Rachel made a pouting face and said, "Why not?". 

Ron sighed and said, "Rachel that email was for Sara and I am so surprised and flattered that you acted on it. But its between Sara and I not you and I. I can't say that I am not tempted, but I won't do this, this way."

Rachel moved closer to him and whispered seductively, "And what way would you do it?"

I was shocked, but also felt something inside me for Ron that was way beyond sexual desire. In that moment I understood that he thought I was not aware of what was happening even though I had called him. I am sure he would have figured it out if he was not so distracted by Rachel.

He wouldn't be with her if it was not with me. I probably would not have cared if he had and just considered it another fantasy explored; after all I had not always included him in my sexual experimentation. 

In that moment, I realized two things at once. My first realization was that Ron had far more will and strength than I could ever hope to achieve. I could never have said no. And second, I was so deeply in love with him that it hurt to think about. 

Both realizations rocked through me and I felt dizzy and aroused simultaneously. I wanted one thing more than anything else: to give Ron his fantasy and make it so intense that he would never ever forget it.

I pushed the door open and slipped into the room. Both Ron and Sara turned as I entered. For a moment a look of guilt crossed Ron's face and then it was surprise to see me naked and moving toward him. I went to him and kissed him gently on the lips and then pulled him into a fierce hug. He hugged me back and tears welled in my eyes. I only wanted to feel close to him. I kissed him again harder this time, my emotions rolling but changing to lust as our tongues intertwined.

I could feel his cock hardening as I kissed him, all doubt gone in what I wanted. I stroked him through his pants, kissing him harder. I forced myself to break our kiss, but did not let go of his now rock hard cock. I looked at him and smiled. I said, "I love you."

He smiled and said, "I love you too."

I loved hearing that and then smiled wickedly and said, "Now fuck my teen age niece 'til she can't walk."

I turned and saw Rachel watching us from two feet away. I smiled at her and a flicker went through her eyes and I felt that she was looking inside me and knew that something had changed in me. 

And then I turned back to Ron and backed him to the edge of the bed. I gave him a soft shove and he half sat, half fell back onto Rachel's bed. I smiled at him and then turned to Rachel and said, "Suck his cock."

Rachel grinned and stripped out of her t-shirt as she approached him, all pre-text gone. She was ready and wet. Her skirt fell next and she was naked.

I watched as she kneeled between Ron's legs as he lay back on the bed. She leaned forward and unbuttoned his pants and worked them down. He kicked a bit to help her and then his pants came off. She then peeled his underwear down revealing his hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it gently.

I knelt behind her and pulled her auburn hair back gently. I straddled her calf that was folded back behind her, my pussy against the thick muscle of her calf. My right knee between her legs, my thigh pressed against her pussy. I felt her wetness against me and knew how aroused she was. 

Rachel leaned forward and put Ron's cock into her mouth. I watched her lick his head gently and then up and down his shaft flicking her tongue. 

I rubbed her naked back gently and kissed her shoulder as she went down on him. I watched Ron suck in his breath in pleasure as he watched both of our faces between his legs and felt Rachel's magical mouth on him.

Rachel put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked gently. I watched her and then she amazed me. She leaned forward and in one slow motion pushed Ron's cock down her throat. I could only take half of him, but she swallowed him to his balls. I watched, stunned, as her throat flexed around his cock and she held him deeply in her throat for what seemed like ever. 




The Game Ch. 14



Ron's face contorted in pleasure as he watched her deep throat him. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh", Ron groaned as Rachel's throat fucked him. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh", again in wordless pleasure and I watched in amazement. 

I slid my right hand down Rachel's back, across her bare ass and then slipped two fingers into her pussy. 

She moaned as I entered her and the vibrations of her moan reverberated up and down Ron's hard shaft. 

Finally Rachel came up for air and Ron completely lost control. His cock popped free from her mouth and he reached down and grabbed his own cock.

Rachel arched her back and said, "Oh yeah jack off Uncle Ron."

I watched as his hand was a blur on his cock. I pulled my fingers from Rachel's spasming pussy and placed my hand flat on her muscular stomach feeling the waves of pleasure roll through her. 

Her own hand found her clit and I could feel the heat and wetness of her on my thigh. She ground against me.

Ron was half moaning half screaming, "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God" over and over again.

I watched amazed as they fucked each other and were not even touching. Ron's balls contracted and his body went rigid as he came. He ejaculated in a scream and the first hot, white stream of cum hit Rachel on her tongue. The second hit her cheek and a bit also hit my chin even though I was behind her. 

Rachel's abdomen tightened and a hot stream of liquid hit my thigh. I thought "Jesus, she's pissed herself, and then realized that it was not piss but female cum spraying out of her as Ron came all over her (us).

It was a perfect symphony of pleasure. Rachel orgasmic contractions were in time with Ron's copious orgasm. He came spurt after spurt; more than I had ever seen any man cum. Rachel's face wet and white with Ron's cum; her pussy spraying as she masturbated herself. 

After a moment both Rachel's and Ron's orgasm crested. Ron collapsed, his body slick with sweat. Rachel's body collapsed forward between his legs. She kissed the wet tip of his cock sucking gently. She licked him gently as her body trembled in post orgasmic pleasure.

She looked back at me, her face looked she had been cum on by ten guys. 

She smiled at me and then pulled me to her. She kissed me on the mouth. I tasted Ron on her and I loved it. Ron watched us kiss and Rachel said, "I need a cock in me Sara. Give me a toy."

I grinned and went to the nightstand where I kept my vibrator. I came back to her and kissed her again.

Ron was watching us intently as I slowly used my toy on her. I turned it on and she sighed contentedly and I slowly pushed it in and out of her pussy. 

Her fingers found her own clit again and I watched as I used a toy on hers and she masturbated openly for Ron and I. 

Ron's cock was beginning to harden again and I could not blame him. Rachel was beautiful and two women nude together was a favorite fantasy of his. I licked his cum off Rachel's cheeks and her hand found my clit. I was ready and wet. When she slid a finger into me I groaned in pleasure.

Ron stroked himself hard as Rachel and I kissed and masturbated each other. 

When he was hard again, I could not wait any more. I broke the kiss with Rachel and climbed on top of him. I straddled his body and he held his cock straight up for me. I mounted him and slowly slid down his shaft, loving the feeling of fullness as he was deep inside me. I held him there, knowing his cock was still wet with Rachel's mouth. 

And then I began to ride him, up and down his cock slowly at first. Then I began picking up speed and intensity. His hands found my tits and my hardened nipples tingled under his touch. Rachel watched us as she continued to masturbate with my toy. I felt her hands on my back and then her lips kissing the small of my back.

I turned to look her inn the eyes and smiled seeing her tongue gently licking my skin. Her face still wet with Ron's cum as she kissed me. I turned back to Ron looking him in the eyes, loving him, fucking him, wanting him. 

I rode him harder and Rachel's tongue traced down my back. I felt her hands on my cheeks and she gently pushed me forward. My breasts were in Ron's face; and his mouth licking my nipples. Rachel's hot, wet tongue licked gently across my ass cheeks.

Then she spread me open exposing my asshole. Her tongue flicking across it as Ron was deep inside me. The feeling was incredible. She pushed her tongue into my ass and the soft wetness felt exquisite in contrast to Ron's hard cock in my nearly cumming pussy. 

Then she licked lower to my pussy and she was then licking Ron's cock and my pussy at the same time and I fucked him harder and harder. She tasted us both and it was such a rush, and I imagined what she must look like.

I pushed down harder on Ron's cock as Rachel's hands wrapped around my hips. Her fingers found my clit as her tongue returned to my tight asshole. She pushed in my ass with her tongue as her fingers worked on my clit. Ron was deep inside me and I was screaming in pleasure without even being aware of it.

I wanted more than anything to see Rachel's face as she licked me. I lifted my hips and let Ron slip out of me, hearing a soft smack as his hard cock slapped against his own stomach. Rachel relaxed her grip and I turned to face her.

I rolled over, sitting on Ron's hard stomach, his cock resting against my swollen pussy lips. Rachel was kneeling between Ron's legs with a perfect view of his balls and my pussy. I smiled at her and took Ron's cock in my hand and stroked it gently. Rachel leaned forward and licked the tip of him, tasting me on his dick.

I grinned at her again and raised my hips and guided the tip of Ron's wet cock to my tight asshole. Rachel giggled out loud and replaced my hand with her own, guiding his cock into my asshole. Ron held my hips as I slowly impaled my ass on him.

I closed my eyes with the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain as his cock slipped slowly, but deeply into my ass. When I opened them, he was completely buried in me. Rachel was massaging Ron's balls with her hands and I became aware that Ron was groaning in pleasure as I flexed my ass against his thick hard shaft.

Slowly we began to rock together as we fucked, his cock deep up my ass. Rachel leaned forward and put that magically wet, soft tongue of hers against my clit and pussy. I groaned as tingles rocketed through me from Ron's amazing penetration and Rachel's wonderful tongue. 

I came a moment later; screaming my pleasure. As my body contracted and the waves flowed through me I could hear Ron groaning out and a hot flood of his cum filled my ass deeply. Rachel's face was glistening with both our cum now and she seemed to be cumming again on my toy. 

I collapsed on my back on top of Ron and his strong arms enveloped me. I was panting, but loving the ride down from the wave of an incredible cum. After a moment Ron's softening cock slipped from my ass and his orgasm slowly dripped out of me.

I felt Ron tense under me and then relax. I leaned forward to see Rachel licking his now ultra sensitive cock gently with her tongue. And then she licked me; soft and gentle tasting every inch of my sex.

After it was over, we showered together which was a little awkward with three of us in one bathtub. In the end we rotated through the shower and all fell asleep naked in my bed with Ron in the middle.

***************** The next morning I awoke and the first thing I saw was Ron's sleepy looking face smiling at me. I smiled back and kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled up against his chest. He put his arm around my hip and squeezed my ass cheek playfully. I grinned at him and said, "Last night not enough for you?".

He grinned and said, "Last night was amazing. I knew I would like it but, Damn."

"Your welcome 'Uncle Ron'", Rachel's voice said playfully as she rolled toward us and slung an arm over both Ron's shoulder and mine. 

"Cut the 'Uncle Ron' shit, you slut." I said playfully as I held her hand. 

We hugged that way for a few minutes all waking up, and I felt Ron's cock, hard against my stomach. I loved that feeling and smiled and said, "After last night your still horny or is that just morning wood."

Rachel giggled and said, "Really he's hard?" I saw her hand go under the sheet to investigate. 

Ron's eyes widened for a moment and then I heard Rachel say, "Wow he is big."

Ron shrugged and said, "What do you expect. I woke up with two naked hotties and you expect me to not want some morning fun?"

I laughed and said, "You know I love to fuck, but after last night I am a little sore."

Rachel giggled and said, "After last night I am surprised you can walk?"

Ron said playfully, "How about a helping hand then."

I rolled my eyes and said jokingly, "You've got two, help yourself."

Rachel laughed as Ron said, "Yeah, but mine aren't as soft as yours".

Rachel rolled closer still to Ron and said, "I might be able to help you out under a condition or two."

I leaned up on my elbow with an eyebrow raised knowing that Rachel's 'conditions' were sometimes unconventional. 

Ron still thinking this was all a joke said, "Anything honey."

Rachel grinned at me as if asking permission. After a moment or two I shrugged as if to say, 'Whatever.'.

Rachel rolled away from Ron and opened up the nightstand drawer and came back with a bottle of lubricant that I kept there for masturbatory emergencies. 

Ron was intrigued, not really expecting this to go anywhere. Rachel opened the bottle and drizzled the lubricant on her hand and reached down under the sheet again. I knew she was stroking him as he sucked in his breath.

"Ready for my conditions?" she asked as I watched the sheet over his cock move with slow stroking motions in what I considered might put Ron at a disadvantage in any negotiation. 

"Mmmmmm" was all that he was capable of.

Rachel smiled and said, "Okay how about I keep going under the condition that I get a turn in the rotation in this game? That seems fair doesn't it."

Ron's eyes popped open but Rachel never stopped stroking him. Ron looked at me as I stared at Rachel. Rachel was looking at me and said, "Oh come on, I think I should get to play too don't you?"

I said in the most serious voice I could, "Rachel, Ron and I are playing this game because we are in love and want to please each other. You're not in love with either of us so it isn't the same."

Rachel considered me for a minute and said, "Your right, it isn't the same for me. I'm 19, and am not in love. Hell I am not even sure I want to be in love right now. Did you when you were my age? All I know is that last night was amazing and fun and I want to do it again. Hell if I were in love, what are the chances the guy would be into this kind of stuff anyway? Maybe someday I will be in love, but right now I just want to have some fun. And I think fucking is fun. I want to play the game. I am going to play the game. I want to play it with you, but if you say 'no' I still am going to play."

'Fuck', I thought. She's got me again. What could I do. She had a point and I knew it.

Ron silently watched the exchange and I wondered if he was still hard. Who was I kidding, of course he was. 

I looked down at him for help and he seemed to shrug as if to say, "What can you do?"

Finally I looked back to Rachel and said, "And I suppose your turn is next?"

Rachel grinned and said, "I think it's only fair."

I rolled my eyes again and said, "Well you are jerking my boyfriend off so I guess he doesn't mind."

We all laughed together and Rachel said, "Well I think he can finish himself off." She took Ron's hand and moved it down to his own hard cock and flipped the sheet off of us all at the same time.

Ron was very hard and looked disappointed that Rachel's attention was gone. Then she moved up close to him and said, "I like watching a guy do himself and you can cum on my tits if you like." She kissed him on the cheek and slid down so that she was on her side with her face even with his hips for optimal viewing pleasure.

He shrugged and rolled on to his side facing her and began to masturbate watching her as she watched him. I rolled up behind Ron and pushed by breasts against his back and watched over his shoulder. I kissed his ear and whispered encouragement.

Rachel was watching intently at Ron's cock as he stroked. She played with her nipples and then her left hand went between her own legs. She apparently was not as sore as I was. 

I watched the two of them masturbating and wondered which would cum first. A moment later I got the answer as Ron's whole body tensed as he squeezed himself tighter and let out a low moan.

Rachel closed her eyes just in time as Ron let go another torrent of ejaculation that not only hit Rachel's tits but also her chin, cheek, and forehead. Ron grunted and another slightly less powerful eruption coated her right nipple and breast.

And then Rachel groaned and bucked against her own hand say, "Yes so good" as she came.

After a moment both of them relaxed and I thought to myself, 'maybe I could go for a quickie'.

Rachel slid back up to her pillow looking satisfied and very very sticky. Ron used his thumb to wipe a drop of semen from her eye lid so she could see again.

"Thanks" she said. "Even after last night you cum in buckets." 

Ron grinned and said, "It's the company."

I finally said, "You two can maybe stay home and fuck all day, but I have to get to work."

Both of them looked at the clock and sighed realizing we had overslept (well over-fucked). 

Rachel got up and said, "Dibs on the shower. I think I need it more than you two. One thing though, which one of you should I send my fantasy to?"

Simultaneously Ron and I both said, "Me."

Rachel giggled and said, "Okay then" and ran off to the shower. 

Ron rolled over and kissed me and said, "She's a little crazy, but I think I like it."

I kissed him back and said, "She's a freakin' loon. But I love her. You know this is going out of control don't you?"

He smiled at me and said, "When was this ever in control?"

I considered him for a moment and said, "I know, but this is really out of control."

He kissed me again and said, "Are you okay?"

I loved him for that and said, "As long as I have you."

"You do. Always." He said.

And with those words and a quick kiss we started our day. 



The Game Ch. 15



Chapter 15: Intermission -- Sex for one.

We left Chicago on Friday morning in my 5 year old Honda and headed south. Rachel sat drinking a Diet coke in the passenger seat and bobbing her head to the CD that played. It was a loud rock band that was pretty good and reminded me of AC/DC from the early 80's. She was dressed in a pair of loose fitting shorts, a half t-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. Her hair was pulled back with a tie and she looked absolutely stunning in the sun shining through the passenger window. 

She turned toward me and caught me watching her. 

"What?" Rachel asked smiling. 

I sighed and said, "Nothing, just wondering if you were looking forward to this weekend."

Rachel smiled and said, "Yeah I guess so. It will be a bit weird though you know."

Butterflies swam up into my stomach as I realized how nervous I was. This surprised me as I had spent most of my time thinking about how Rachel would be feeling and had not spent a moment thinking about how I was feeling. 

I swallowed hard and said, "How so?"

Rachel rolled her eyes at me as if I were daft and said, "Well a lot has changed over the summer don't you think?"

I smiled and said, "Well I suppose it has, but I hope you are planning on exercising some restraint this weekend at least."

Rachel laughed and said, "Totally."

We drove in silence as I contemplated the weekend. It was the first time that Rachel was going home for a visit and she had some pretty big news to share with her parents. Her photography internship ended the previous week with a bang.

I remembered the Thursday night when she came home.....

* * * * * * 

The door to my apartment didn't open as so much exploded. I was sitting at my computer catching up on some work email when Rachel burst in. 

"Aunt Sara you are not going to fucking believe it." Rachel bellowed.

I jumped, startled and ran to the living room. Rachel was not just smiling, she was beaming. Her words came out of her not in coherent sentences, but in an excited, disjointed stream of consciousness that was like listening to machine gun fire.

"Mr. McDillon called me into his office. I won. I won. I can't believe it, I won. And now I can go to college. And it's just awesome. I can't believe it, I won."

I stared at her open mouthed as she spoke not really understanding. I knew Mr. McDillon was her boss and mentor for the summer internship program, but that was all I knew. That and something good had happened.

Rachel then dug through her bag and came up with a 8x10 color glossy print. "This is the one.," she blurted laughing and nearly dancing as she handed me the picture.

The picture was of an athletic brunette woman, perhaps 24 with the Chicago skyline in the background. The woman was on the beach of lake Michigan and you could see the beach and a bit of water in the foreground as well as the iconic Chicago skyline in the background. The woman wore a form fitting one piece bathing suit and designer sunglasses. Under one arm was a volley ball and the woman appeared as imposing as the buildings in the backdrop. Under the photograph was a caption that read, "Where the pros play."

The logo on both the volley ball and sunglasses were clearly visible and the marketing message was powerful but also subtle. 

I admired the photo and said, "Wow pretty good Rach."

Rachel laughed, "Pretty good? Do you know I nearly froze my ass off wading into the lake to get that picture from that angle at exactly the right time of day to make her appear as big as the skyline. Do you know what I had to do in photo-shop to get her to look that way and the logo's to be visible."

The rest of her litany was lost on me and seemed to be something about the technical aspects of light ratio's, shadow components, and color schemas, but whatever she said it sounded impressive.

At the end I laughed and said, "Awesome I guess. So what exactly does it mean?"

She shook her head as if I were a photography idiot (which I was) and said, "It means I won the internship contest."

I smiled and said, "Awesome Rachel that is incredible. I knew you would do well."

She smiled and said, "But that's not the best part."

"Really?" I replied. "What is?"

Now she truly grinned and said, "Mr. McDillon sent my picture to the corporate sponsors and they are going to use it in a regional advertising campaign."

I said, "Wow that is impressive."

"Yeah it is, but the best part is that they don't want me to quit. They want me to work full time for them starting next week."

Now I felt a bit of panic. "Um Rachel, what about college?" I asked imagining my sister's reaction to Rachel not continuing her education.

"That's the best part. They said they would pay for it all if I agreed to go to Northwestern. They have a corporate deal with the college and with Mr. McDillon's letter of recommendation they said I could go there for free providing I worked every summer and part time for the firm during school."

Full understanding hit me and I gasped, "No fucking shit. That is awesome Rachel."

I went to her and we hugged and danced around the room together in celebration. I knew she would do well, but a full ride to Northwestern was an amazing accomplishment. I now understood all of the late nights at the office and even later nights cursing at her laptop in her bedroom. She really had been working her ass off.

"I have to tell Mom and Dad." She blurted when she had finally calmed down. 

I laughed and said, "They will be so proud of you."

She reached for the phone and I caught her hand. "Let's tell them in person. I can take a day off and we can go tomorrow." 

Rachel looked at me and said, "Really?."

I said, "Hell yeah, I want to see your Mom's face." 

She giggled and said, "Me Too."

That night we drank wine to celebrate, but not too much. We were both pretty keyed up and crashed hard before midnight. The next day we left to share good news.

* * * * * * 

Now we were in the car 45 miles south of Chicago on I-55. It was warm and we both wore shorts and t-shirts. I looked at her again and was once again struck by her beauty as she sat cross legged and leaning back as only young women can. She looked sexy as hell, and I could not help but wonder if her transformation would not be obvious to her parents. This young woman had truly blossomed in the past 4 months and at least to me she appeared years older than the 'girl' that came to stay with me such a short time ago. Unease filled me, but also some pride. She was older in experience, and I only hoped the extent of her experiences were not to come to light. I was not sure how my sister might react if she knew everything. 

Rachel turned down the radio and I knew she had been watching my internal debate. And then she said, "Nervous?."

I glanced at her and was once again stunned by the depth of her perceptiveness. 

"Well a little." I replied. "I mean....." my voice trailed off as I did not know what to say.

Rachel giggled, "Me too. Do you think they will know?."

And there it was. The source of both our reluctance. 

I said, "Um that depends. I expect they will notice a difference in you. Yes, but I doubt they will 'know' in the way you mean."

She nodded and glanced out the window and said, "I almost don't care if they do. I am not ashamed of what we, that is, I have done. But it might be uncomfortable, you know."

I nodded as she had articulated exactly my feelings. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Rachel asked.

"Sure." I said.

"It's kind of a weird one." Rachel said fidgeting.

I laughed and said, "The best kind. Lay it on me."

She then turned to me with an intensity I had not anticipated. "Um did the other morning with Ron turn you on? You know when he was jerking off?"

I considered for a moment recalling the image of Rachel masturbating as Ron stroked himself to orgasm on her body. 

"It was very arousing." I said.

Rachel giggled. "I thought so too. I am so glad he did it in front of me. I have been dying to see a guy 'do himself'." 

I laughed and said, "Well I am sure any guy would have volunteered for you."

Rachel smiled and said seriously, "Um well my boyfriend wouldn't."

I laughed and said, "Really? I don't believe that you were trying that hard then."

"No seriously, I wanted to watch him jerk off and he would only do it if we did it together or if I did it for him." Rachel said somberly.

I considered her and said, "Well you can't blame him can you?."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Well no, I guess not, but I have been well thinking...." Now her voice trailed off.

"What are you getting at Rachel?" I asked, now curious.

She sighed and seemed to collect herself and said, "Well I know everyone 'plays with themselves' and honestly it's kind of a turn on to think about. Does that make sense?."

I considered her for a moment and said, "Sure, everyone does it. It's everyone's first time I guess."

She nodded and said, "Exactly, but how come no one ever talks about it?"

I said, "Well I suppose it's a personal thing. But you have seen both boys and girls do it recently."

"I know and it's super hot, but I have never seen someone do it without being 'involved' either as a participant or at a minimum doing it together." Rachel said.

"Well it would be hard to not get involved, don't you think?" I asked smiling and imagining some of our exploits together.

Rachel nodded and said, "Yeah I know, but even so....."

I sighed and said, "Rachel spit it out."

She grinned and said, "Okay the other night I stayed over at my boyfriend's apartment and we went to bed. I had just started my period and was definitely NOT feeling romantic, you know?"

I nodded.

She continued, "Well anyway, he wanted sex and I told him that I was not into it and just wanted to go to sleep. He was kind of laying next to me and I could feel his cock was hard against my thigh. He was kind of persistent and finally I said, 'Dude, its not going to happen why don't you take care of it yourself'." I laughed and said, "So what did he do?"

Rachel sighed, "He was like, 'why don't you help me out or give me head?'. I was getting irritated and said, 'jerk off or go to sleep. I need some rest.' I didn't mean it to come across that I was pissed, but I really just wanted to sleep. I would have been fine if he needed to jack off. In the end he went to sleep."

I was grinning and said, "So what happened?." 

Rachel laughed. "Well the next morning he was pouting. I asked him, 'what was up?'. He said he was horny and had 'blue balls' from last night. I asked him, 'well why didn't' you take care of yourself?'. He blushed and said that I was a bitch. We have not talked since."

My grin turned to a frown. "He called you a bitch for not fucking him?"

Rachel smiled and said, "Relax Aunt Sara, its okay. I am just confused."

"What is confusing?" I asked genuinely curious.

"Well I guess I am confused what the big deal about him jerking off was? Why was he so pissed? I mean I am sure he does it when I am not around." Rachel said.

I considered her question and said, "He was probably just embarrassed." The words sounded lame in my own ears but I didn't know what else to say.

Rachel laughed, "Yeah I am sure. He doesn't find it embarrassing to masturbate all over my tits while calling me his 'cum slut', but jerking off quietly next to me must have been so embarrassing."

I laughed out loud at the image.

Rachel shrugged and said, "Then I got to thinking about it and you know, I have never masturbated in front of someone either but I figured that was just because a guy would never 'just watch'. You know?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah you would have to do it alone; no guy could 'just watch'."

Rachel smiled and said, "So I wondered if couples ever masturbated openly in front of each other except when getting each other off. Or is it such a personal experience that no one could ever openly do it unless the other person was involved."

I considered her question in the context of my own experiences. No couple, no matter how into each other, could always be sexually in sync with each other at every moment. I thought about Ron. I had seen him stroke himself countless times, but each time in my memory involved me being equally sexually aroused. I thought harder about times where I had stayed over night with him and had not had sex. There were many nights like this, although the sex was what I remembered. Now I tried hard to remember a time where he wanted sex and I did not. I am sure it had happened, but I did not remember a time. It dawned on me that to my knowledge he had never masturbated although I knew this not to be true. I filed this knowledge away and would remember to talk to him about it. 

Rachel was watching me intently and said, "It's never happened with you either has it?"

I glanced at her and said, "Honestly, I had never thought about it, but no it never has."

We drove in silence, each of us in our own thoughts. Finally I said, "Rachel, don't let what your boyfriend said bother you."

Rachel turned to me and laughed and said, "He can learn to suck his own dick as far as I'm concerned. I am done with that asshole."

I laughed and said, "Amen girl."

Rachel smiled and said, "It is kind of weird though don't you think? I mean every human on the planet masturbates and to my knowledge no one does it in front of anyone unless they are 'involved'."

I nodded and said, "Yeah it is kind of weird."

Rachel nodded and said, "I think an orgasm is probably the most vulnerable moment in a person's existence if you exclude birth and death. I think people just are not capable of being that open and vulnerable alone."

I did not reply immediately, as I was once again impressed with Rachel's power of perception about the human condition. 

Finally I said, "I think are right."

After another moment Rachel said in almost a whisper, "Sometimes,..... Sometimes I fantasize about being that brave."

I looked at her and saw her vulnerability and carefully considered my words and finally said, "How so?"

Rachel sighed as she nervously bit her lower lip. Finally she said, "Sometimes I imagine masturbating in front of someone that just watches me."

I smiled and said, "Really?" as I remembered my window buddy from a few months back. I had never considered masturbating in front of him, but I could relate to the fantasy.

Rachel said, "Yeah. I have and you will probably think this is weird, but I have done it a few times in the living room around the time you came home from work. I always imagined you walking in and catching me 'in the act'. It was kind of crazy because I had no idea if you would be alone, but it kind of added to the rush."

I looked at Rachel who was blushing deeply and said, "Well that would definitely have been a surprise even with all the things we have done together. But I would not have been upset or freaked out. Just so you know."

Rachel grinned broadly and said, "I know deep down that is true, but it was still kind of a rush. Not the same as truly being walked in on or watched, but it's a new fantasy for me."

We both laughed and I said, "I'm flattered."

We drove for another minute and silence and finally Rachel said grinning, "And just so you know, I am horny from this conversation and plan to spend some quality alone time in my room tonight."

I laughed and said, "Just hope your parents don't surprise you with turn down service. You would never live that down."

Rachel blushed and said, "That's not even funny. They would both probably have heart attacks."

I laughed and said, "I doubt it and yes it would be funny, at least for me."

Rachel laughed and said, "I think I will lock the door, but I do plan to cum later."

I laughed and said, "Why wait?" jokingly.

She looked at me intensely and for the first time I notice her erect nipples under her t-shirt and realized she was not wearing bra. 

She stared at me intently and said, "Are you serious?" with all traces of humor gone.

I swallowed hard and considered. She had just upped the ante considerably and said, "Um if you want to, I can pull off."

Rachel shook her head and said, "Not unless you are planning on getting out of the car. Would it freak you out?"

I was curious as hell and becoming a bit aroused myself. Finally I said, "No not at all. Go ahead."

After a moment of hesitation, Rachel replied "Okay."

With that, Rachel reclined the passenger seat slightly and lay back and closed her eyes. Her hands were flat against her abdomen and for awhile she only took deep even breaths. I wondered what she was thinking about but said nothing. After a few moments she slowly began rubbing her belly with her right hand. Her left hand slowly rose to her left breast and began slowly rubbing her erect nipple through her t-shirt with the palm of her hand. 

The sun beamed through the window seemingly making her glow. 

I noticed her breathing was less deep and more erratic as she stroked her aroused nipple. Then her right hand trailed up her body to her right breast. This time her hand was under her shirt. Her shirt rode up exposing her breast as her right hand tweaked her hardened nipple without the encumbrance of the thin material of her shirt.

Slowly her hips began to rock in her seat pinched her hard nipples. I was hyper aware of the semi-truck passing us. Rachel never wavered or opened her eyes. 

It was doubtful that anyone could or would notice anything out of the ordinary going by at 70 MPH, but I felt vulnerable for her none the less. I imagined a burly trucker seeing my soon to be 20 year old niece masturbating in the passenger seat and wondered what he would tell his friends.

I imagined him secretly jerking off to her and the thought turned me on tremendously.

Her breathing was more gasps now, and she licked the first two fingers of her left hand. Slowly she trailed them down her body and across her flat belly that was now exposed as her shirt rose up. She slipped her left hand into the tops of her shorts and into her panties. 

Her shorts pulled out from her body where her wrist entered them and it was just enough for me to glance her swollen and aroused labia and imagine what her clit must look like. It was hard to pay attention to the road now. 

I passed a Toyota and the driver glanced at across at us. He did a double take but then was gone. My own clit with throbbing and I knew why no one was capable of doing this alone. Jesus it was hot.

I could smell her arousal and her breathing was in time to the rocking of her hips now. Her left hand fully in her shorts; her fingers obviously alternating between vaginal penetration and clitoral massage.

I was dripping in my own arousal.

She moaned now, her arousal continuing to build. Her shirt pushed high above her breasts now, exposing hard pink nipples. I fought the urge to fondle her.

In one swift movement, she slipped her panties and shorts down her thighs and legs. She lifted her left leg out of the confines of her shorts and spread her legs as widely as the passenger side would allow in my small car. 

I could see her pussy now, pink and slick with excitement. She entered herself with two fingers and groaned in pleasure. She then used her other hand to massage her clit. She rocked back opening herself and shifted slightly toward me. I could see her sex better now. It was open and wet; hot and slick. I wanted to lick her desperately, but settled for watching.

She bucked as she masturbated herself. She pushed her fingers deeply inside herself, but never let up the two finger assault on her clit. 

Her passion built and built until her whole body seemed to tense and ripple. 

She came suddenly and hard. Her body seemed to strain against itself. A groan that might have been, "God yes" came out of her with a grunt of pleasure. A small dribble of girl cum pooled under her pussy. 




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And then she collapsed breathing hard in the seat next to me. Her fingers slipped out of herself with an audible 'plop' and she sighed again. 

She didn't move for nearly a full minute and I drove on in silence, smelling her orgasm and feeling aroused. 

Finally her eyes opened and she giggled and said, "Fuck me."

I laughed and said, "Indeed you did."

She pulled her shirt down to her waist but did not immediately pull up her panties and shorts. 

Finally she said, "Um so was that totally weird; totally hot; or both?"

I looked at her and said, "Both. How was it for you?"

She considered me for a moment and said, "More intense than I ever imagined."

I nodded and said, "How so?"

She said, "Well imagine fucking on a roller coaster. It was half total fear; half letting go; and all extreme."

I smiled and said, "Glad you liked it. What was scary though?"

She looked at me and said, "It's such a personal thing. I imagined you watching me but couldn't open my eyes. Even though I know it was irrational, I imagined you looking at me and saying, 'what the fuck are you doing'. Nothing would ever be the same if you said something like that, so it was scary even if crazy."

I considered her and said, "You are sexy as hell."

"You should try it." She said smiling.

"Okay you can drive back," I said laughing.

She giggled and said "Thanks, but pull over at the next rest area. I think I need a wet nap."

I smiled and said, "Or a shower."

We both laughed as I turned on the turn signal to exit.



The Game Ch. 16



The Game – Chapter 16 Mary's Story

We pulled up in front of Rachel's house at about 4:15 in the afternoon. Rachel was grinning as the car came to a stop and said, "Thanks for having me do this in person. I am so excited."

I smiled and pulled the keys from the ignition and said, "No problem Rachel. Your parents are going to be so proud of you. Now let's go!"

Rachel giggled and bounded from the car and half skipped up the patio and into the house. I followed a step behind her.

"Hello?" the tentative voice of my sister came from the kitchen as we entered unannounced.

"Hi Mom!" Rachel squealed and ran into the kitchen.

Mary, Rachel's mother and my sister, was standing behind the kitchen island with a cutting board of half chopped vegetables in front of her. She wore a red bikini top and wrap around sarong. 

Her eyes were wide at our unexpected appearance. "Rachel, Sara, what are you doing here?" she asked coming to Rachel and giving her a quick hug. "Is everything OK?".

I smiled at my sister and she relaxed a bit and turned to her daughter who was grinning with joy. Rachel said, "Everything is GREAT MOM. I have some news I wanted to share in person is all."

Mary moved and gave me a quick hug and said, "I can't believe you are here. This is such a nice surprise."

"Where's Dad?" Rachel asked looking around.

"Well honey he had to work this weekend. He is on a trip for work and won't be back until Sunday or Monday."

A shadow of disappointment flitted across Rachel's face and I thought, 'since when does Richard travel?'

Mary was leading both Rachel and I to sit in the living room as she spoke. "Well you Dad got a bit of a promotion last month and is helping at the corporate office." Mary said ambiguously.

"That sucks. I was hoping to tell you both in person." Rachel said.

"Tell us what honey, what is going on?". Rachel's face once again glowed with happiness as she slid the offer letter from her firm out of her back pocket. "Well I got this for the work I did this summer." Rachel said grinning and handing the letter to her mother.

Mary took the letter confused and unfolded it. Slowly she began to read. Rachel could not stop grinning and I found myself smiling as I watched my sister's face.

First she squinted as if confused and then her eyes retraced the sentences. Finally her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. For a moment she didn't speak; she just stared at Rachel and then at me and then back to Rachel.

Finally she said, "Is this a joke? If it is I am going to kill both of you."

Rachel laughed and said, "It's real Mom."

I laughed along with her as Mary's eyes moved to me as if she could not quite believe Rachel. "No joke." I said smiling.

Mary turned back to Rachel and squealed with delight and threw her arms around her daughter. She hugged her fiercely as the excitement washed over her. After a moment they parted as Rachel said, "Jeez Mom your killing me."

Tears stood out in Mary's eyes and she couldn't help pulling Rachel back for another quick hug. "I am so fucking proud of you." Mary said as she separated from her daughter for a second time.

Rachel was smiling and said, "So when did you start saying that word?"

Mary blinked and laughed and said, "I always say I am 'proud' of you Rachel".

We all laughed and Rachel gushed, "It's so cool Mom. I can't wait for school to start."

Mary finally stood and said, "Sara thank you so much for what you have done for Rachel."

I smiled and said, "No problem sis. Besides she did most of it herself."

I joined them both for another quick hug and we all ended up hopping up and down in a little dance, arm in arm in the middle of the living room. If anyone saw us, they would have though we had lost our minds. And for a moment we were crazy with happiness.

When we finally stopped hugging and congratulating Rachel, Mary finally said, "Shit we have to call you father right now. He is going to be so pissed he is out of town."

She was already dialing when Rachel glanced at me grinning. I gave her a thumbs up and sat down on the couch to give Rachel some time with her mother and father albeit across a phone line.

As Rachel and Mary called Richard, I noticed two things. The first was that in the few months since I had last visited the house had been remodeled or at least refurnished. The second thing was that Mary had lost at least 15 pounds and looked absolutely gorgeous. She literally looked like an older version of her daughter. I thought to myself, 'Guess being an empty nester young is agreeing with you.'

My sister was 6 years my senior at 42, but looked as good if not better than I did, and I had not had a child. Something had changed here. The couch I was sitting on was new and while I was not a furniture expert, I knew it had to cost at least 2000.00 dollars retail. 

I also noticed little differences. The picture frames of the family had been replaced from the Target model to a gold leafed higher end version. Even the knife my sister had used to chop the vegetables was new and not the kind you bought for 20 bucks at Walmart. 

My sister and Richard were not cheap, but neither were they flamboyant with their money. The best description of them would be financially conservative or frugal. I knew Richard made a significant salary at his company, but my sister had told me that they were 'banking every penny' they could into a retirement account.

Now it looked like they were 'upgrading' a lot of household items all at once. Again I felt something had changed fundamentally here, and I made a note to myself to ask my sister.

When the phone call ended Rachel's Dad was appropriately impressed and proud of her accomplishment. I felt a tinge of regret for him in not being here. Mary turned to Rachel and I and said, "We need to celebrate. I was planning on making a salad for dinner, but how about lobster instead."

I laughed and said, "Lobster rocks where are we going?"

Mary grinned and said, "How about the grill. We can talk and I will cook. I have three Maine lobsters in the freezer."

Rachel said, "Ewwww. You know I hate seafood. Can I just have a burger or something?"

Mary and I both laughed and she said, "Whatever you want college girl."

Mary went to the freezer and pulled out two lobster tails that looked to be the size of a small car and a burger for Rachel. She put them under running water to thaw and I wonder, ' who in the hell keeps a Maine lobster tail in their freezer?'.

Rachel turned to her mother and said, "You cook. I need to shower; I feel icky from the drive." She winked at me and turned to go upstairs. She paused and turned to Mary and asked, "Mind if I use your shower mom?".

Mary shrugged and said, "Sure if you want." And turned back to the lobsters.

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked.

Mary turned to me and said, "Pour us some wine. I am so happy right now."

I smiled and went to the refrigerator. Inside I found a bottle of Pinot. The price tag was still on the label and read, '49.99'. 

I took out the bottle and set it on the counter and said, "So sis, what the hell is up?"

Mary turned to me with a confused look and said, "what?"

I smiled and said, "Well there is a new couch, new picture frames, a 50 dollar bottle of wine and lobster in your fridge. The last time I checked you were not a lottery winner."

Mary glanced around her home and then said with a good natured laugh, "Damn you and your intuition."

"Seriously sis, what gives?" I asked.

"Okay fine. Richard's company got bought out and he got a new job. I am not sure I understand all the details, but the gist is that he was asked to lead a new division by the acquiring firm at nearly 300% is current salary, and they bought out his stock options. We, well I should say he, made a killing."

I grinned and said, "No shit that's great. Sounds like things are going well for you."

Mary beamed at me and said, "It's like no other time in my life Sara. I mean Richard is making tons more money than we ever thought possible, and since Rachel moved out, things are better than ever between us."

I smiled and then Mary's face frowned and she said, "That sounded horrible didn't it. I didn't mean that Rachel was a problem. It's just that since she has been gone, Richard and I have kind of re-met."

I nodded and said, "Sis, I understand and I am happy for you. It's only natural you would find some freedom after raising a daughter as amazing as Rachel."

She nodded and said, "I miss her terribly, but I also love the flexibility Richard and I have found. Does that make sense?"

"Perfect sense" I said with conviction. 

Mary smiled and handed me the wine bottle opener and two glasses. I popped the cork and poured us half the bottle in the two oversized glasses.

"So tell me sis," I said. "When did this all happen?"

Mary grinned and took a sip of wine and said, "About two months ago, we found out. I remember the first paycheck he got at his new salary. He brought it home in cash to show me."

I laughed and said, "Like a cat with a dead mouse."

She smiled and said, "Exactly. It was 21,042.42 after taxes and he spread it out all over our bed in 100 dollar bills."

I laughed and said, "Wow that is some bank."

She grinned and whispered conspiratorially, "Money must be an aphrodisiac, because he took me on top of all that money..... Twice."

I giggled and said, "You whore.". 

She laughed and took another drink of wine and said, "If I am I like it. We have been like rabbits lately."

I grinned and said, "Good for you."

She smiled and then her smile faded and she said, "I am so lucky Sara. I remember what I was like a long time ago. I thank God every day I got out of that life."

I nodded soberly and said, "I'm glad you are happy."

She grinned and said, "I am glad you are here. Maybe we can find time to talk this weekend since Richard is gone. Besides I want to hear about your beef cake."

"Sure." I replied smiling. And then she turned back to dinner.

* * * * * * * * 

Rachel came down stairs with wet hair wearing a white terry cloth robe. Mary and I were sitting at the outside patio table when she came out. We were on our second glass of wine. Rachel smiled and said, "Can one of you get my bag out of the car? I would, but I don't think I should be flashing the neighborhood my first day back."

We both laughed and Mary said, "We can get it after dinner. It's just us girls and the food is almost ready."

Rachel smiled and said, "K. Can I have a glass of wine?"

Mary nodded to an empty wine glass sitting in the center of the table and said, "Sure, I brought you a glass out."

I watched the exchange and while the casual observer would not have noticed anything amiss, I caught something flash between mother and daughter. Mary, by bringing out the glass had communicated to her daughter that she was now an adult and would be treated accordingly. Rachel for her part smiled and sat down between us as an equal. It was a small thing, but the world changes on small things, and I suspected that both mother and daughter just took a huge step in their relationship.

The three of us sat talking about nothing in particular and drinking wine. We ate a tremendous meal together. After we ate, Mary cleared the table and I got our bags. Rachel was helping her mom put things away in the kitchen when I came back.

I heard Mary ask, "So dating anyone interesting Rachel?"

I stopped to listen. Rachel replied casually, "Nobody seriously. A few guys from school."

My heart was racing and praying that Rachel didn't say anything that might inspire her mother to ask me about her love life. Mary could be as perceptive as Rachel.

"Nobody special at all?" Mary pressed.

Rachel stopped loading the dishwasher and turned to her mother who was watching her closely. Confused Rachel said, "No Mom. Why the third degree?"

Mary considered Rachel for a moment and I could see her filtering the conversation through the parental lie detector that I believe every mother is issued at birth.

Satisfied she shrugged and said, "Well when you were loading the dishwasher your robe flashed open for a second and I couldn't help but notice that you have shaved yourself."

I was now standing at the far end of the kitchen watching the exchange from just inside the hallway. No one appeared to have noticed me yet. Rachel's face went crimson and she said, "Er I.... Um... well..."

Mary smiled and said, "ER-I-UM-Well? Is that even a word?"

At the same moment Rachel and Mary burst out laughing together. I sighed feeling as if I was in a boat that just missed an ice-burg. 

Mary then said, "It's okay Rachel, I know a lot of younger women shave like that. I was just curious if a guy inspired you. I have never known if you have done that before."

Rachel shook her head and said, "No mom. Not for a guy, and I promise to wear underwear from now on. Jeez."

At that Mary laughed again. This time harder and said, "Well I do recommend it if your father is home. You might give him a heart attack."

We were all laughing now. The way only three women can after a few glasses of wine. It was conspiratorial laughter and I imagined that we might have our first girl's night ever that included Rachel as an equal.

Rachel was blushing so hard now, I thought her face might explode. 

I joined the two women and Rachel said, "I need to change and took her bag from me and bolted up the stairs to her room."

Mary was still giggling and I wondered if she was a little drunk.

I was not drunk, but had a pleasant wine buzz going, but the adrenaline off overhearing the conversation had sobered me considerably. 

Mary turned to me and said, "So did you know about that?"

I sighed and said, "Pour me another wine, and yes I knew. And, don't worry she isn't whoring herself on the streets of Chicago."

Mary looked at me hard for a minute and said, "I never said she was, but let's face it, did you ever shave your pussy for anyone that didn't have a pair of testicles?" 

I laughed in spite of myself and said, "Well no, but I do kind of like it. It may have been a guy that got me to try it, but I do prefer to keep it that way."

Mary grinned and whispered, "Me too, but don't you dare tell anyone."

I laughed and said, "Relax on Rachel. This is embarrassing for her, and lots of women her age shave. She is young but not that young. You know."

Mary sighed opening a new bottle of wine and said, "I know, I just don't want her to act like I did at that age."

I nodded and said, "She is not anywhere near like you, but if you are that worried talk to her about it. She will listen to you."

Mary looked at me for a moment and sighed. "You know you are right. I have been so worried about her that I forgot to talk to her. I'm a fucking idiot."

I smiled at Mary and said, "You know this is the first time since forever that we have even talked about the old days so don't be too hard on yourself for not telling your teenage daughter about them. Okay?"

Mary smiled and said, "Thanks sis. You are the best. I am still learning how to have a nearly grown daughter and those days were hard on me."

"They were hard on all of us, but I know what you mean." I replied.

Mary sighed and hoisted her wine glass and said, "To putting the past in the past."

I raised my glass and clinked it to hers.

Rachel walked in dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt as we clinked glasses.

"What are you two toasting to?" she asked.

Mary turned and said, "To you dear. Get a glass and let's go out on the patio."

* * * * * * * * *

We took up our respective positions around the round table with Rachel between Mary and I. I sat back as an observer as I knew this was Mary's show. We sat quietly for a moment and Mary stared reflectively off into the early summer evening. 

She took a sip of wine and said, "Rachel I am sorry if I embarrassed you earlier."

Rachel nodded quickly and said, "It's okay Mom, I just...."

Mary raised her hand and cut off Rachel. "This is hard for me honey so please just listen."

Rachel fell silent and I took a sip of wine knowing Mary was conflicted but also determined.

Mary sighed and continued. "Rachel, you are nearly grown and this is a long over due discussion. I want to tell you some things about sex and about myself."

She paused and Rachel squirmed a bit and said, "Mom, I am 19 you really don't have to tell me about the sperm and egg thing."

Mary stared at her daughter and then smiled sadly. Her eyes glistened and she said, "Rachel I am not stupid. I know you probably know all about biology and I know you are not a virgin."

This shut Rachel up as effectively as a slap, which verbally I am sure it felt like one.

Mary continued, "When I was younger than you, I didn't know shit about sex. Sure I knew the mechanics, but I am talking about something more. You see, I made a mistake because no one ever told me about the important stuff about sex."

Another sip of wine and thankfully Rachel had the sense to keep her ever loving mouth shut.

"The important thing about sex isn't mechanical. It isn't even about the 'act' of sex." Mary began. 

Rachel looked curious and a bit confused at the same time.

Mary went on with a deep sigh, "It took me a long time to learn this, but sex mostly happens between your ears. If you have your head straight, it can be immensely pleasurable. If not, it can be devastatingly destructive." She paused and said, "I know I am not making much sense so I am going to tell you a story."

Rachel nodded and took a sip of wine. I watched her listening and I could tell she was beginning to listen and starting to see her mother as someone other than her mother for the very first time. 

Mary then told her story:

"When I was in high school I met a guy that was older than I was. It was exciting because he had a car and could stay out late and pretty much do anything he wanted. I was infatuated with him. My mother was mortified that I was dating him. I thought it was because he was older, but the real reason was because he was an asshole. 

We used to fight about it a lot, and because I was young, stupid, and emotionally unequipped, I was drawn to him. Looking back it was more about pissing off my mom than it was about liking the guy. But he did make me feel 'special', and I liked that feeling. 

I was a pretty rebellious teen as your Aunt may have shared, but it went way beyond rebellion with me. I also had a part of me that really didn't like myself that much and at that age self loathing, a rebellious steak, and complete sexual ignorance is a recipe for disaster."

Another sigh and sip of wine. Mary was staring off into space as if reliving the memories rather than talking to her daughter. Rachel sat quietly with knees drawn up under her chin mesmerized by her mother's words.

"So without the gory details I started fucking this guy. At first it was glamorous to be having sex. But then the sex changed and the guy wanted me to do things that I was not sure I wanted to do. But I wanted to make him happy and so I did them. This only made me loathe myself all the more, and the sex escalated. 

Sometimes I would smoke pot. There was always a lot of pot around and sometimes other drugs and I found that the sex wasn't so bad if I was high. I did things I wasn't proud of, and still am not proud of today, but I didn't or couldn't stop. I was a teenager with something to prove. So it went on like that for a long time. The sex and the drugs fed on each other for me in a destructive cycle all fueled by teen age stupidity and stubbornness.

And then it started to come apart. The guy I was with started to get bored with me and I started to get jealous of the other girls that were around. One time I remember I was crying on the couch next to him. I was drunk, stoned and naked and I remember saying, 'what the hell do I have to do to make you love me?'




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He turned to me and said, 'Dunno babe. Maybe shave your pussy.' And God help me I did it for him. And it turned him on for a day or two, but then he was into the other girls again. Girls that would do more than even I would do and I had pretty much lost all concepts of self respect."

Another pause and another sip of wine. I found my hands were balled into fists of rage. I had not ever heard this part of the story and I imagined my sister, young and afraid, being abused by an asshole. If I could have reached through the years and been there again, I would have killed him without a second thought. Rachel sat stunned, mouth open, trying to wrap her mind around the words that flowed from my sister.

"Eventually the guy went to jail for the drugs, but not soon enough. I had run away from home by this time and was 18. I remember two days after he went down I was sleeping in a shit hole apartment with 13 dollars to my name and a landlord that wanted me to turn tricks. I never did that, but I actually considered it. I was lucky because I only smoked weed mostly although I had dabbled in coke too. I suppose another month of nose candy, and I would have been hooked and probably would have turned tricks. I saw a lot of that in those days."

Another pause.

"And then on the last day of the month that the rent was paid, I did the hardest thing I ever had to do. I walked down to the corner, put two dollars in change in the pay phone and called my mom. And you know what? Even after everything I had put them through, and every hellish memory I had of her over the past 18 months, you know what the first thing she said to me was?"

Rachel shook her head slowly.

"She said, 'I'm coming honey. It will be okay. Just go across the street and into the café and wait.' At that point I lost it. I cried like a two year old on a pay phone in the worst areas of Chicago. I think I cried for an hour holding on to the receiver, until a cop told me to move it along. So I walked across the street, spent my last dollar on a cheeseburger and a Mr. Pibb and sat there for 6 hours until she came to get me."

Mary paused in her story and none of us spoke for a long time. Sunset settled across the western sky as brilliant orange faded to dark purple above us. Twilight had come, and I could see it reflected in wet streaks across both Rachel's and Mary's cheeks where tears streamed slowly down. It felt as if all the years between that young crying woman in a Chicago ghetto and now had melted away. At that moment Mary had opened herself to her daughter and she was both the mother and a scared, crying teenager in the inner city at the same time.

Rachel reached out slowly and took her mother's hand and said, "I'm so sorry Mom. I never knew."

Mary looked at her daughter and squeezed her hand and said, "I know. I thought I never wanted you to know. But I've learned something from you and from Sara."

Rachel raised and eyebrow and Mary smiled and said, "I've learned that I want you to learn from my mistakes where you can. This is hard for me, but I want to tell you about it because I love you."

Rachel's tears flowed more freely now, but she didn't speak anticipating that her mother was not done.

After a minute, Mary continued "So that was a time in my life where sex and stupidity nearly destroyed me. Wait, I take that back, it really wasn't the sex, it was the lack of self respect that nearly destroyed me."

Rachel nodded in understanding.

"So," Mary continued, "I came home. It took me months and months to start to get my head straight. As you can imagine, even though I was loved, I was not fully trusted so I didn't get to go out much. That was actually fine with me, because I was hurting. Today they would probably cart me off for therapy, but that isn't what happened. What happened was, I went back to school. I repeated my senior year the oldest in my class. I had no friends, and didn't really care. I had a reputation of a gang bang queen, which I only partially deserved, and the other kids teased me relentlessly. But I finished and actually did okay.

After high school, I wasn't sure what to do with my life so I went to work at the only thing I was qualified for, a waitress. My mother suggested college, but only half heartedly because as much as she loved me, there was a part of her who couldn't get over some of the things she must have suspected I had done. I was not 'college material' in her view, so the conversation was duly noted and promptly forgotten. I did the waitress thing for a while and made a few friends, and then got a job as a secretary for an insurance company."

Rachel was mesmerized by the story although I knew most of what came next although not the details. 

Another sip of wine and Mary continued, "And I was now 21 and I met another man."

Rachel took a sharp intake of breath fearing what might be coming.

Mary took her hand and said, "Not like that honey. This was different."

Rachel relaxed and Mary said, "So I met this young man who was hot shit just out of college and who walked past my desk every day for a month without appearing to have noticed me. And then one day out of the blue he passes on the way to the elevator and stops as if noticing a new piece of furniture and says, 'Hey what's your name anyway?'

I was so shocked that he spoke to me that I blurted out, 'Um Mary'.

He smiled (and he had a delicious smile) and said, 'Mary, that's nice. Like the virgin right?'

I went pale thinking he some how knew who I used to be and was making fun of me. He must have noticed something amiss because he came over and said, 'I'm sorry are you okay? I just meant.... Never mind it was stupid.'

I tried to recover and said, 'Um no its just I am not Catholic' which was a stupid thing to say because not just Catholics believe in The Virgin Mary.

He grinned and said, 'Me either. Seems like too much work.'

I laughed in spite of myself and he smiled back and said, 'So Mary you want to get a drink?'

So we did, and we started meeting for a drink every Monday and Wednesday after that. We never had more than two drinks and many nights just one. And all he did was ask me questions. I think he was the first man to ever actually be interested in who I was.

After a month, he asked me out on a 'real date' and took me to a restaurant that was amazing. It must have cost him half a months salary just for that dinner, but we both had so much fun. 

That night he asked me if I wanted to see his apartment. I was sure I knew what was coming. This was the sex part. Part of me felt obligated and part of me wanted to, but I was so scared. 

We got to his apartment. It was a one bedroom like any young professional guy out of college might have. He asked me if I wanted a drink. At that point that sounded like a hell of an idea and he made us each a vodka tonic. 

We sat on the couch next to each other and in retrospect I think he may have been as nervous as me, but at the time I was just scared shitless. I downed my drink to numb my nerves and he put a tentative arm around me. 

I turned to him and he leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away and he seemed surprised and also embarrassed. He started to pull away from me and I remember thinking 'No don't fuck this up'.

So I leaned in fast and kissed him full open mouthed, hard. I pushed him back on the couch and got on top of him. I remember him saying, 'Easy Mary relax'.

But I was anything but relaxed. I thought I knew what he wanted and pushed my hand down to his crotch and squeezed him. I was surprised not to find him hard. I tried to unbuckle his belt and slid to my knees in front of the couch, a position I had been in before. Even as it was happening I thought, 'so this is how easy I am'.

I was fumbling with his belt and his hands were over mine and I became aware that he was saying, 'Slow down. Slow down. Relax.'

His hands took my wrists and pulled them from his belt and I looked up into his eyes expecting to see lust or loathing. Instead I found only confusion.

And there I was on my knees between his legs, him holding my wrists so that I couldn't rip off his pants and I lost it. I just started to cry and not just sniffles, but full on sobs. I tried to apologize, but the words broke into hysterical sobs. I had blown it for sure.

And then the most amazing thing happened...."

Rachel and I stared at her mesmerized. Mary took another sip of wine.

"He hugged me. Not a sexual hug, but just one person reaching out to another. At that I really broke down and for the next 15 minutes he held me as I cried and cried. When it was all out of me and there didn't seem to be anything left, he said 'It's okay Mary. You are okay.'

And that started a new round of sobbing. Such a simple thing really to be held and cared about by another human being, but it was a new feeling for me. 

We ended up talking all night. I told him everything. Everything that I had done and every thing that had happened. I didn't hold anything back. We ended up falling asleep on his couch holding each other.

The next day was a Saturday and he took me home. I was feeling like a bit of an ass and when he dropped me off, he took my hand and said, 'Thank you for sharing last night with me. I know it wasn't easy for you.'

And then he was gone. 

I spent the rest of the weekend alternating between thinking that I had met the most wonderful man and being embarrassed to my core about what he thought of me now. I came to dread Monday when we would go back to work and I would have to face him. Now that was real terror.

So Monday came and I was at my desk feeling a fool and at 8 AM he and a bunch of other guys came in the door together. I had a vision of him telling all his friends what a loser whore I was. They passed, and no one appeared to give me more than a casual glance except for him. As they passed, he looked at me, smiled, and gave me a little wink that no one else could see.

That wink infuriated me. I felt like he was taunting me by letting me know that now he knew my secret. That thought died a moment later when I opened my desk drawer to get a pen. Inside was a white envelope with my name written on it. 

I opened it and it was a letter from him. It said:

Mary -- I am sure you probably feel a little weird about what happened last Friday. I do too. But I want to see you again. I understand if you don't, but I will be at Gilly's for an hour after work. If you want to hang out again, please come. If not, I will understand.

PS -- I will never tell another living soul what you shared with me either way. Hope to see you.

The rest of the day I was in hell. To go or not to go. It was never really a question, but I did play the game with myself all day. I guess self flagellation is not a habit that dies hard.

Well needless to say, I showed up. He was alone in a booth and I joined him.

'I'm glad now', was all he said when I sat down.

'Me too' was all I replied.

He took my hand in his and we just sat there. We never spoke he just held my hand. When we left he said 'I'm glad you came. It was the best date I ever had'.

And I think it was right then at that moment standing in front of a cheesy bar that I fell in love for the first time."

Rachel was grinning and said, "That is so romantic."

Mary smiled and said, "It was. But now the part I really want you to hear, and the hardest part for me to tell."

Rachel nodded and we all took another sip of wine.

"So we started dating. Fun stuff all kids do. You know movies, the occasional party, lots of dinners, but my favorite was blockbuster nights at his place. We would sit on the couch holding hands and watch a movie or two on his television eating popcorn. It was nice.

As the weeks turned to months I started to wonder why he wasn't putting the moves on me. It was really starting to bother me and I thought maybe we had slipped into an intimate friendship rather than a romantic relationship. So one night I got up the courage and turned to him as we were watching a movie and leaned in to kiss him. He took my face in his hands and smiled and said, 'Not yet' and then kissed me gently on the nose.

I swear to God that was the best kiss of my life. His warm lips on the tip of my nose; his hands holding my face. Just a gentle kiss on the nose, but filled with feeling.

I said, 'why not yet?'

He sighed and turned off the movie and turned to me and said, 'Mary, I love you. But you don't love you. At least not yet.'

I melted. A boy had just told me he loved me, and I had loved him for a long time now. 

I leaned in close to his ear and said, 'Don't you want to fuck me?'

It was crude and to this day I don't know why he didn't kick my ass out of his apartment right then, but instead he turned to me and said, 'Nope. I want to make love with you. But you don't know how to love yourself yet'.

I felt slapped. I had always equated sex with love or affection or attention. And here I was practically spreading my legs for a guy and he was saying he wouldn't fuck me. 

He took my hand in his and said, 'Look Mary, I do love you, and God knows I am horny as a goat, but it wouldn't be right. I don't have your experience in bed. I was a nerd in high school and am pretty much a nerd now, but I know I care about you. It wouldn't be right. I mean you have been used and abused sexually, and I don't want to be a part of that. I feel like you keep using sex as a shield for your feelings. I mean have you ever had sex and love together? I mean cum so hard your toes curl because the person you are with is so into you? I am not a virgin, but most of my sexual experiences were just that experiences. I want to experience it with feelings; otherwise I might as well just jerk off'

I sat there stunned, not knowing how to respond. We stared at each other and he was afraid he hurt my feelings and said, 'I'm sorry. I can be such an asshole sometimes but I just don't want to hurt you.'

I put my fingers to his lips and said, 'It's okay. Just hold me'

As he held me I told him that my only sexual experiences were from the 'bad old days' as we call them now and that I had never even had an orgasm. He smiled and said, 'Really?'

I nodded and he said, 'Well then I think its time you had one.'

I was confused as he just told me he wasn't going to fuck me. 

He took me to his bedroom and kissed my nose again. I loved that. He hugged me and slowly undressed me. It wasn't the hurried, gotta fuck the slut, type of undressing. It was very slow and very very sweet.

When I was naked he took me to his bed and stripped to his underwear. He lay next to me and stroked my belly and then took my hand in his. He used my hand to stroke my breasts and then my belly and then lower between my legs.

I let him guide my hand between my legs and then he withdrew his hand to stroke my stomach. My hand hovered over my crotch and he kissed my ear and said, 'Go ahead'.

I knew what he wanted me to do, but honestly I had never really masturbated before and fear washed over me. He sensed my reluctance and placed his had over mine and pushed gently down.

'It's okay' he said. 'Love yourself'.

I relaxed and let myself become caught up in the moment. My fingers explored and found pleasure. I lost myself in the feeling and let all reality fade away as I masturbated. I knew he was there, kissing my cheek, kissing my nipples, but at the center of it was just me. 

I came very hard and very fast. It was a first for me, and I felt as if I finally understood why sex was so fundamental to who we are as people. I felt as if I had touched God and the Devil at the same time. 

And it was sweet and wonderful to share with him.

After that, we experimented with masturbating. Sometimes we would do it together, but mostly he wanted me to explore what made me happy. 

After a month or two of this, I began to break the link between intimacy, love and sex. I could masturbate alone and get sexual release. He could kiss my nose gently and we had intimacy. And the love was always there between us. 

In the end he set me free from myself and the prison I had built for myself.

The first time we made love, we had candles all around us. He took me in his arms and I had never been so aroused. My nipples hard against him and I was so wet. I could feel tingles in my pussy as he caressed my body. I spread my legs and he was between them and I felt him gently push into me. He filled me up in a gentle but firm way that I had never experienced before. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me deeply. 

We rocked together slowly at first and then faster and harder as our passion grew. When we came, we came together; both of us cumming harder than ever before and I felt so incredibly happy.

I felt him cum in me and I loved that feeling so much as my pussy squeezed hard against his thick cock. He groaned in pleasure and I found myself loving him even more.

And in that moment, I knew I could leave behind finally the life I had once led and the person I had once been. 

In the end that boy saved me."

We sat in silence for a few more minutes and then Mary said, "So what I am saying I guess is that sex can be wonderful or it can be destructive. It all depends on what you think about yourself while you are doing it. For you I only want it to be good."

"So you are saying love is what makes sex good?" Rachel asked.

Mary smiled and said, "Not at all. That does make it good but don't get me wrong it wasn't always romantic love sex with him. Sometimes it was hard fucking. All those things that even I wouldn't do for that drug dealing loser, I eventually did with that boy. Every sex act that some people think are kinky or wrong, I did with him, all of them. But when I did those things with him, I felt good about myself. That was the difference."

I thought I had not heard anything so profound in a long time. Rachel merely nodded and we all drank our wine in silence.

Rachel then turned to her mother and said, "Thanks for telling me that Mom. I am sure it wasn't easy for you."

Mary turned to Rachel and said, "I love you honey. I just don't want you to get fucked up like I did. Remember to always love who you are first is all I am saying."

Rachel grinned and said, "I love to love myself".

Mary smiled and then laughed at the double entendre. So did I and we all relaxed a little from the intensity of the story. 

Rachel giggled with us and said, "And I really like the new shower head you put in."

At that we all howled at that. Mary lost her historic look and laughed a real laugh for the first time in an hour. Rachel and I did too.

After a minute or two Rachel turned serious and asked, "So what ever happened to the guy? I mean he was a big part of your life right?"

Mary grinned shyly and said, "I married him."

Rachel's mouth hung open again in surprise.



The Game Ch. 17



Chapter 17 Rachel has a one night stand

I woke up the next day at a leisurely 8:30 without the annoying work day alarm. I stretched and smiled in the guest bed of my sister's home. The windows were bright with summer sun and a faint smell of bacon and coffee drifted up to me. I yawned and stretched and climbed out of bed feeling refreshed and happy.

I came down stairs to find my sister, Mary chopping mushrooms and onions as bacon sizzled on the stove. "Morning sis," I said.

Mary looked up and smiled at me and said, "Morning sleepy head. I thought I might have to eat breakfast alone."

I grinned and said, "So when did you become Martha-fucking-Stewart?"

Mary laughed and said, "I actually have been learning to cook lately and I find it shockingly enjoyable."

"I will say a lot has changed with you recently" ambiguously referencing not only the household changes, but also the openness of the discussions from the previous evening.

Mary grinned and said, "Hope we get some girl time to chat about it."

Rachel meandered down the stairs stretching and yawning dressed in a pair of loose fitting men's boxer shorts and a t-shirt a moment later. 

"Mom that smells awesome." Was the first thing she said.

Mary smiled and said, "Aunt Sara doesn't cook for you?"

We all laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement. Cooking for me was opening a box of cereal. 

"Well I thought we could all eat a nice breakfast together." Mary said stirring eggs into a hot skillet with the mushrooms and onions.

"Panty chat with mom." Rachel said giggling.

I blushed as Mary turned to us with a confused look on her face. Rachel grinned at her slip and was forced to explain our occasional tradition of having coffee in our undies on Saturday mornings.

Mary laughed and said, "You crazy city girls." And we all laughed together.

Breakfast was just about as perfect as it could get. The three of us sat in the kitchen laughing, telling stories of family parties and holidays past, and in general had a fabulous time bonding.

As we were clearing up after the food, Mary asked, "So what would you two like to do today?"

Rachel and I both shrugged as neither of us had thought much about the trip other than getting here. Mary grinned and said, "How about a little 'retail therapy'?"

An hour later we had each taken a quick shower and dressed in casual clothes and were on our way. Mary turned on to the expressway and accelerated west on 64. 

"Um where are we going Mom?" Rachel asked as her mom had turned away from their normal shopping haunts.

Mary grinned and said, "Rachel, today I think we are going to go out west to shop. You have managed to not only get into a great college, but have found a way to pay for it. I think you deserve better than Target."

Rachel grinned and said, "Awesome. I love you Mom."

Mary grinned back and said, "I love you too sweetheart. Let's splurge."

The shopping was fun and Mary and I each picked up a few things, but mostly it was Rachel who we were there for. She got two new pairs of jeans, a pair of boots, a new swimsuit that would raise eyebrows in Brazil, and two new blouses.

We took a break and had lunch at a small café outside the mall. Over ice tea and salads we drew up our game plan for the afternoon. Rachel wanted to pick up a new set of tennis shoes and a DVD. I had already blown my budget for the month so was pretty much done, and Mary said she had some other small items to get. 

Mary proposed that immediately after lunch we would split up, finish our shopping in an hour and meet back at the Starbucks. After that we would head back to Mary's house for happy hour on the deck. 

Mary asked me if I would come with her and I readily agreed. Rachel finished her salad and said, "Thanks for the fun day Mom. I really appreciate it, and I really appreciate you buying everything."

Mary smiled realizing that her daughter maybe had grown up and said, "My pleasure sweetie. Here go buy something fun for yourself." 

Mary handed Rachel 2 crisp 100 dollar bills. Rachel pushed the money back and said, "Mom jeez that's too much money."

Mary pushed the money back to Rachel and said, "Honey I told you about your Dad's raise. It really isn't that much anymore."

Rachel took the money a bit uncomfortably and said, "Thanks."

And then she was gone, no doubt doubling back to the music store or the shoe store. It could go either way.

Mary smiled as she watched her leave. I said, "Wow you really have changed."

Mary looked at me and said, "What?"

"Come on sis. You never spent 200 dollars on a day shopping in your life. Today you handed out two hundred to Rachel and I know you charged at least 500 more."

Mary fidgeted and said, "I know. I could get used to it though."

I nodded and said, "Well not too used to it I hope. Even with the new raise, you surely can't afford to do this too often."

Mary leaned in conspiratorially and said, "Actually sis, I could."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? How is that?"

Mary grinned and said, "Well you know those stock options I told you about?"

"Yeah." I said curiously.

"Richard sold them in the merger and they agreed to split them if he stayed for 24 months. He got half up front and regular payments every quarter for 8 quarters. The total value was 5.4 million dollars."

My mouth fell open in total surprise. "Did you say million with an 'M'?"

Mary nodded. "Don't you dare say a word. Richard and I promised each other we would never tell a living soul because we don't want all the problems that come with that kind of money."

"What problems?" I asked incredulously.

Mary shrugged, "You know those lotto winner stories right. The ones where the poor couple gets a few million bucks and then 5 years later are broke and everyone thinks they are assholes."

"Sure but that is different..."

Mary cut me off. "Is it really? I mean those people think they have so much money they will never run out. Then their friends and family start thinking they should have some too because its millions. And the charities calling all the time. And the tax man takes over half because they don't know about shelters. I know it's hard to believe Sara, but having this money is real fucking work."

I nodded still skeptical and said, "I wouldn't mind trying it."

Mary laughed. "Don't get me wrong, I am not saying its not worth it, but look, Richard and I have a great life. We have always gotten by even when it didn't feel like it. We are putting most of that money in a trust for Rachel that she can have when she is 40 and the rest in a retirement account so we will be taken care of later. We paid off the house and have enough left over to never work if that's what we want to do, but that's not what we are going to do."

"So what are you going to do?"

"We have agreed to spend the two years and not change much about our lifestyle to kind of get used to the idea of having money. After that, we will see. We each took 100 K and spent it. Mad money if you will. And you know what?"

"What?" I asked.

"After the new furniture around the house and a few splurges, I had a hard time finding things to spend it on. I still have 48,000 in a savings account that I have emotionally given myself permission to spend, but it's still there. With no mortgage, care payment, or other big payment, my monthly budget is pretty much groceries."

I nodded slowly starting to see what she was saying. 

Mary continued, "And you know what makes me the happiest about the money?"

I shrugged.

"Spending on the people I love. Creating memories; taking vacations; enjoying life."

I nodded and she continued, "I have been thinking since yesterday, and I think I am going to buy Rachel a car for college with the rest of my 'mad money'."

I grinned and said, "She is going to shit herself."

Mary grinned back and said, "I know. I can't wait."

I took a long sip of ice tea trying to process what Mary had just told me. I knew Richard was heavily invested in his company but 5.4 million. Holy fuck.

I smiled and said, "Mary, I am so happy for you and am feeling a lot less guilty about you buying my 5.99 salad today."

Mary laughed and said, "Hey let's go before we have to meet Rachel. I want to stop by a store on the way out and it would be weird for her to go with me."

We got up and left and Mary took me into the lingerie store at the end of the mall on our side. We walked in and it was up-scale, but a little more provocative than a Victoria Secrets. It wasn't a sex shop, but it was definitely leaning that direction. 

I laughed and said, "What you won't buy porn with your daughter?"

Mary laughed and said, "Let's let her think that her father and I are now on a plutonic level."

I laughed and said, "Yeah right. You forget she lived with you not too long ago."

Mary was looking through some of the skimpier outfits that no woman could ever possibly sleep in. She held up a pair of leopard striped panties with snap out crotch and said, "Think Richard would like?" 

I grinned and said, "Trying to go with a jungle theme?"

She laughed and said, "No but he has been gone a few days. Thought I might surprise him and make one of those memories I was telling you about. Why don't you look for something to make Ron's toes curl. My treat."

I laughed and said, "Maybe."

She settled on a see through sheer red negligee complete with crotch-less panties and some fur lined hand cuffs. 

I thought I might be getting a glimpse into Richard's head, and shook the thought from my mind. I didn't find anything that Ron would find toe curling so I took a rain check on my sister's offer to pay.

"Nothing for you?" she asked as she paid.

"'Fraid not," I replied. "Ron will just have to get his toes curled another time."

Mary frowned and said, "Everything all right in that department with you two?"

I giggled and said, "Just fine sis. Ron is just more of a 'naked' person than a 'lingerie' person." I was not sure if that was true, but it felt right.

Mary smiled, "You can tell me all about that over 'grittas on the deck."

I laughed and said, "In front of you daughter. You horrible mother."

We both laughed and then Mary turned serious, "I wasn't too out there last night with her was I?"

We walked and I said, "Mary what you said was incredibly brave and very insightful for her. You are her mom. It's your job to teach her things about life."

"Yeah I know but she is sometimes so young to me and I don't want to totally fuck her up. You know?"

I laughed and said, "Mary she is almost 20. She's not that new to sex and hearing your experiences will make her a stronger woman."

Mary nodded. "I know, but it's hard to think of her that way."

I laughed and said, "Really I thought you walked in on her 'double clicking her mouse' once."

Mary blushed, giggling, and said, "She told you about that?"

I laughed hard and said, "Yeah it was a funny story."

"I am not sure I handled that well." Mary said laughing harder now. "I slammed the door and ran"

I laughed so hard it hurt. "Well you didn't scar her. She is still doing it; my room is right next to hers" I said.

Mary nearly choked she was laughing so hard.

By the time we got to Starbucks, we were nearing tears from our laughter. Just then Rachel joined us with a bag in each hand.

"What's so funny you two?" she asked grinning.

We both just kept laughing. 

"Are you two drunk?" Rachel asked with a look of confusion.

We laughed all the way to the car and to this day Rachel has no idea why.

* * * * * * * *

At 4pm we had convened on the deck with a pitcher of Margaritas. Mary made the batch a little too strong, and my head was a bit fuzzy after one. We were all loose and giggling about nothing when Rachel's cell phone rang.

She looked at the number and snatched it up.

She walked inside the way only a teenager can when they want to talk in private. One minute they are there. The next minute, 'poof', she was gone.

Mary looked at me and said, "Must be a boy."

I nodded and said, "Yep that was the 'boy dash' if I ever have seen it."

"Any idea who?" Mary asked.

"Not really sis. She dates, but not really that much." I said truthfully.

Two minutes later, Rachel returned with the phone in her hand and a look of anxiety on her face.

"Who was that hun?" her mom asked.

"Um it was Jason." Rachel responded.

The name hung in the air. It was Rachel's on again off again high school sweet heart. As far as we knew, they were off for good.

"How is he?" Mary asked prodding her daughter.

"Um good. He heard from Jessie that I was in town this weekend. He just called to see if I wanted to meet him and Jessie and a couple others from high school tonight." Rachel said nervously as if asking permission.

I thought, how easily we slip back into that parent-child relationship. 

Mary nodded and said nonchalantly, "So you gonna go?" 

Rachel considered for a minute and said, "I don't think so. I came down here to hang out with you and we have to go back tomorrow. I will just tell them I am in for the night and we can go out another time."

I wondered how much of this was guilt over the shopping splurge. 

Mary nodded and said, "Well okay if that's what you want to do, but there is no way that at 19 I would stay in with old people if I could party with my friends. But that's just me. You do what you want to."

Rachel's face turned immediately to a grin and glowed with joy. "You sure you don't mind? I mean I won't be out that late and...."

Mary cut her off and said, "For God sakes Rachel Go." But she was laughing as she said it. 

Rachel beamed and turned away already dialing on her cell. A minute later she was dashing up the stairs to change clothes.

I grinned at Mary as I sat watching her.

She finally noticed me. "What?" she asked.

"Just thinking you are a pretty kick ass mom." I said.

Mary smiled. "Shut up and go make another pitcher of drinks. I suck at blending and if I make another pitcher we will both be falling down drunk." Mary said and handed me the pitcher.

I went and Rachel was out the door before we sat down again.

* * * * * * 

We ate chicken and rice for dinner. We sat out on the back deck as the temperature had become comfortable after the heat of the day had passed. After dinner, Mary asked if I was up for a cocktail and some 'girl chat'.

"I need to move my car off the street. I think I saw a sign that said they street sweep tomorrow." I said.

Mary said, "Pull it in the garage next to mine. Richard won't be home until tomorrow night. I will make us drinks."

Mary made each of us a Cosmopolitan martini and we sat outside. She began with, "Okay girl dish. What's up with Ron and you?"

I giggled and said, "You get right to it don't you."

"Enquiring minds want to know and all that."

I sighed and smiled and said, "I think I fucking love him." And I think I may have giggled.

Mary said, "ooh sounds serious. So you love him or just love to fuck him?"

"Both," I said jubilantly.

We both laughed. And Mary said, "So does he feel the same?"

I nodded and said, "Think so."

"You know I have to meet him before you two run off together." Mary quipped.

I nodded and said, "Not a bad idea. I will talk to him about a weekend get away." 

"Hell we will come up to Chicago. We could see Rachel and you guys together. How about the first weekend in September?" Mary proposed.

I nodded and said, "I think that could work."

Now it was my turn. "So what is going on with you and Richard? I always thought him a nice guy, but he doesn't strike me as a sexual dynamo."

Mary raised and eyebrow and I back peddled thinking I had maybe insulted her. "I mean er... what I mean is that he is just..."

Mary grinned and said, "I know what you meant. I thought the same thing about him when we first met, but damn looks can be deceiving."

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Really." Mary said matter of fact.

I nodded and said, "So you two are doing good then?"

Mary grinned again and said, "Better than good." Then she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I swear I am sore from the sex as many days as not."

My eyes went wide, "No shit?"

Mary giggled obviously enjoying sharing her sexual escapades. "My God Sara I can't tell you how much we have been at it. I mean it has always been good, but lately we have been all over the place."

I grinned and said, "Now that's my slutty sister."

She laughed and said, "Well I'm not a slut; well not anymore; but damn we've been fucking like teenagers. Last weekend we did it in every room in the house including this deck."

"Wow that is a lot" I said, mentally counting the rooms in their home.

"And the variety...." She continued. "I mean we got a couple of books one day from Barnes and Nobles. You know secret fantasies for couples. Shit like that. It was kind of a lark at the time, but we actually started reading it and even doing some of the things in it."

I nodded and said, "Hot married sex huh?"

She grinned and said, "Yeah, but it's so good." She lowered her voice again and said, "We even tried anal."

I laughed and said, "Fun!"

She gaped and said, "You too?" 

Then we both laughed. Finally she asked, "So what is the wildest thing you and Ron have done."

My face went crimson thinking of the things I had done in the game. I said, "Er, not sure I mean..... what about you?" trying to deflect the conversation.

Mary leaned in and said, "One weekend we decided to go out of town and went to St. Louis. We got a room down town and went out to a nice dinner. Afterwards, Richard took me to a strip club. I have not been in one of those in two decades."

My mind flashed and imagined what would have happened if our lives would have intersected during my strip club experience and blushed harder. The full risk of the game I was playing real to me again.

"The girls were butt naked." Mary continued. "And I mean totally" as if butt naked was not descriptive enough.

"After wards we went back to the hotel and had me pretend to be one of those girls. He even tipped me and I wore a g-string, etc. He fucked me half way through a lap dance." Mary giggled at the memory.

"Another time we were out here and I was wearing a skirt. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. Then he pushed my underwear down to my ankles, unzipped, and proceeded to take me from behind. It was 2 in the afternoon. I know we have a private deck but not THAT private." Again Mary giggled and I noticed her skin was flushed. I wondered if it was the alcohol or the memory.

I grinned and said, "Sounds great. I like the outside thing too."

Mary giggled, "I just feel so sexual these days. When he travels all I do is get horny."

I laughed and said, "Good thing for the new shower head."

Mary grinned and said, "And my toy drawer. You ever been to a 'fun' party?"

I shook my head and she said, "It's like a Tupperware party with sex toys. A lot of women around here have had them. I have bought a few and they have come in handy." 

I laughed and said, "I will have to find out about those in Chicago."

Mary grinned and said, "So you think I am a total freak or what?"

I laughed and said, "Mary you are not a freak, you are just a horny bitch."

She laughed and said, "I really am."

So we talked for a few more hours as the sun went down and the night turned cooler. Around 10 pm we were both a lot buzzed. Not drunk, but very giggly and silly. 

"Let's get in the hot tub" Mary said and stood to take the cover off. 

I shrugged and said, "Okay" and helped her fold back the cover. 

"I need to borrow a suit" I said.

She laughed and said, "Just us girls. You are fine." And she proceeded to strip naked on the deck. 

I shook my head and said, "Your neighbors must love you."




The Game Ch. 17



She laughed and pointed, "we only have two in a line of sight." She pointed to the right and said, "They are out for the night. And they she pointed to the left are a couple that absolutely will not call the cops on us."

I laughed and said, "why not?" 

Mary grinned as she slipped into the water and said, "Because they have been over hot-tubbing with us before. And that was an interesting night." 

Then Mary winked and I thought, 'no shit'.

I made another set of drinks before stripping down. I piled our clothes away from the hot tub so they wouldn't get wet and then slipped into the tub. The water was hot and relaxing in contrast to the cool night air. It felt wonderful to be naked and wet and warm all at the same time.

As if reading my thoughts Mary said, "I love being naked."

I giggled and said, "Me too. I would never wear clothes if I didn't have too."

Mary laughed and said, "Slut."

I giggled and said, "You have no idea."

Mary raised an eyebrow at me but didn't say anything.

We didn't speak for a while, just enjoyed the heat of the water. Finally, Mary said, "So you think Rachel is getting laid?"

I opened my eyes alert now and looked at my sister. I giggled and said, "I don't know."

Mary laughed and said, "Well you have not seen Jason. I can tell you I have fantasized about him. Jesus he's so um perfect."

I laughed and said, "You are a horny bitch. I think you should stay away from the jail bait."

She laughed and said, "Oh its just a fantasy, but God Damn. He has a hard body."

I giggled and said, "So now you are living vicariously through your daughter?"

Mary sighed and said, "Not like that, but damn remember what it was like to be young?"

I nodded and said, "I remember all right, but I think now is better."

Mary grinned at me. "I know, me too. More confidence and all that, but being young was so intense. I remember being so hot that you felt like you would catch fire and that feeling of wanting it so bad it hurt. 

I giggled imagining how I felt the first time and could identify with what she was saying. "You only get that time in your life once though. Right now Rachel is living that."

Mary sighed, "I just hope she is being responsible. I want her to have all those feelings; I just don't want her to have to pay for them forever."

"Well we all have to learn sometime." I said smiling.

Mary looked at me grinning and said, "Hell learning is the best part. I am still learning, but I like to think I am in the advanced course."

We both laughed at that. Our laughter was cut short when we heard the front door and then voices drifting through the window that was half open.

I smiled and said, "Speak of the devil, Rachel's home."

Mary grinned and said, "Earlier than I expected."

Mary turned off the jets to the hot tub and we were about to get out when we heard another voice. It wasn't just Rachel.

The windows were open a crack to air out the kitchen from the dinner smells and we could hear two distinct voices, one decidedly male.

"Oh fuck." Mary said. "Get our clothes."

I started to step out of the hot tub when the lights inside came on. I dove back to the relative safety of the water. Why had I moved our clothes so far from the hot tub.

Mary and I huddled at the end farthest from the window. This turned out to be totally unnecessary as with the interior lights on, there was no way to see outside. Mary and I were naked, but for the time being hidden in darkness.

We, on the other hand, could see inside perfectly. 

Rachel came in first leading the way, followed by a muscular young boy of her own age. 

"It's Jason," Mary whispered.

I looked at the boy who was every bit of 6 feet tall. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. His muscular frame was clearly visible and I could see why Mary had fantasized about him. He was perfect. He had sandy brown hair and strong chiseled features.

I whispered to Mary, "Fuck I see what you mean."

Mary whispered, "Shhhh."

I nodded. Rachel left Jason sitting on the couch and went upstairs. I heard her call, "Mom? Aunt Sara?"

Neither of us moved. This sucked. We were trapped naked in the hot tub and to get busted by Rachel would have been no big deal, but Jason added a problem. If he caught us out here, I had no doubt that every teen in the area would know by morning and that just would not do.

Mary must have come to the same conclusion because she said, "Shhhhhh" in my ear once again.

We were both praying that Rachel didn't decide to use the hot tub with her boyfriend. I started trying to imagine a lie that would get us out of this if we got caught, but couldn't think of one.

Rachel came down and said, "Must have gone out. My aunt's car is gone."

'Shit the car', I thought.

Jason grinned lecherously. "So it is our lucky day."

Rachel grinned back and said, "Easy killer. We are just friends now. You want a coke?"

Jason said, "Sure a coke would be good."

Rachel got the drinks and they sat on the couch. Rachel said, "You want to watch something on tv? I was hoping that you could meet my aunt. She is pretty cool."

Jason said, "Not really up for the idiot box. I thought we could maybe re-live the old days."

Jason looked both horny and hopeful.

Rachel turned to him laughing and said, "You really want blue balls again?"

Jason laughed and said, "Okay well not that day exactly. That really did suck."

Rachel giggled and said, "Sorry about that. You were sweet though, and you were eventually my first. I just got cold feet that night."

Jason smiled and said, "I think about you sometimes Rachel."

Rachel took his hand and said, "Me too, but you know we are done with that right?"

Jason sighed and said, "Yeah I know. I am sort of going out with Kelly anyway."

Rachel said, "Kelly? That's cool. She's nice and besides she's local."

Jason laughed and said, "Yeah local does have its advantages."

"You guys exclusive?" Rachel asked.

"Not yet. It's early and I think we are both trying to figure out if we want to be exclusive with anyone." Jason replied.

"What about you? Got any boy toys in Chi-town?" 

Rachel smiled. "No one special, but I date."

Jason's eyebrows raised but said nothing. I could see he was holding her hand and they were just staring at each other. 

"This is bad," I heard Mary whisper in my ear. I was hyper aware that we were both naked and huddled together watching Rachel with an old boyfriend.

"I know but what can we do?" I asked back.

"They better not do it on my new couch." Mary whispered in my ear.

I stifled a giggle. "Maybe they will go soon." I said hopefully.

"Doubt it." Mary whispered and I noticed Jason had leaned in and was kissing Rachel gently on the lips.

"Oh man." I said back to Mary.

"Yeah. Dinner and a show." Mary said with a hint of humor in her voice.

I turned to her eyes wide with surprise. Had she just said that? "You are so bad." I said shocked but also with humor.

"Shut up I want to hear what she's saying."

I looked up and Rachel had pushed Jason back and I heard, ...." Slow up."

Jason was flushed and obviously full of testosterone. "What?" he said genuinely confused.

Rachel looked at him and said, "You are really over us?"

Jason shrugged and said, "Rachel I get it we are just friends. I just thought. Well seeing you again... just..."

Rachel smiled and said, "I know, I just don't want to lead you on or hurt you."

Jason raised and eyebrow and said, "Rach... we had something but it was high school. We are cool. I'm not going to be stalking you."

"And what about Kelly?" Rachel asked. "She and I know each other. What would she think about all this?"

Jason considered for a minute and said, "She might join in."

Rachel's mouth fell open and said, "Really? Kelly?"

Jason shrugged, "Look, like I said, Kelly and I aren't exclusive yet. She's pretty open minded." Jason looked uncomfortable. He was walking a knife's edge and he knew it. 

Rachel giggled, "You want to call her?"

Jason smiled and said, "I don't think so. I would prefer it just be us."

Rachel said, "Or she would freak out if I called her up and said, 'hey Kelly I heard you were into three ways, want to come by?'"

Jason shrugged, "Look Kelly knows I left with you tonight. The last thing she said to me was, 'have fun with your old girlfriend.' If you feel weird about this because of her, don't."

Rachel considered for a moment and then said, "Okay then."

Jason said, "Okay then what?"

Rachel grinned and unbuttoned her blouse. "Okay then let's fuck."

Jason was shocked for a millisecond, but then he got moving. He was pulling his own shirt over his head in a frenzy. His body was lean and athletic and I would find out later he was a hockey player.

Rachel tore at her own clothes with passionate ferocity. 

Her breasts sprang free as Jason was tugging at his belt. He paused and I could hear the sharp intake of breath. 

Mary was staring and I heard her behind me, "Dear God he has grown up."

I glanced over and her skin was flushed as she watched Jason's strip tease.

Rachel was in nothing but a pair of underwear that her mother had bought her that morning. Jason was down to a pair of boxer briefs when she straddled him and fell on top of him on the couch.

I could hear them kissing, loudly, hungrily. 

Mary was panting behind me. I turned and noticed her nipples were erect and face was flushed.

"You okay there?" I asked in a breathless whisper.

"Think she would mind if we took a turn with him when she's done?" Was her whispered reply.

I giggled and to be honest I was more than a little turned on. My nipples had hardened and I felt a familiar tingle in my clit. This was better than any porn I had ever seen, but it had the same feeling with them framed out in the window. 

Rachel was grinding her hips into Jason's crotch as she licked his lips and mouth. Jason's arms enveloped her and pulled her hard onto what must have been his very erect cock.

Then Rachel slid down his body and slipped his underwear off him. He lifted his hips and his cock sprang free. He was thick and hard and my tingles got more intense.

Rachel giggled and said, "My mother would shit if she knew what we are doing on her new couch."

Jason laughed and said, "Well for God sakes don't tell her. I still have to live down the street."

Rachel laughed and said, "Shut up about my mom and fuck me."

Jason laughed and said, "You brought it up."

Both Mary and I stifled a laugh. 

Mary whispered to me, "I can't believe how turned on I am right now."

I nodded and said, "It's getting to me too." 

And then Rachel's head disappeared from view into Jason's lap. Jason arched his back and moaned "God yes Rachel when did you start doing that?"

Mary and I could only see the back of Jason's head, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what Rachel was doing.

Mary was breathing hard now. I turned to see her and she whispered, "I can't help it."

She was masturbating below the water.

"Jesus Mary, you better not be a screamer or we are so busted." I said in a whisper watching her and the show inside alternatively.

Rachel reappeared a little worse for wear, but she was grinning. "My turn stud."

Jason and Rachel switched places on the couch and now it was Jason's head that disappeared. Rachel arched her back and moaned and said, "Oh my god yeah lick the clit like that."

Mary was quivering and I could see her hand over her pussy through the clear water.

She saw me watching her and whispered, "I need to cum so bad."

I nodded thinking, 'Me too.'

I began rubbing my own clit. Mary smiled at me as we watched each other and Rachel and Jason.

Jason's head reappeared, his face wet and sticky from Rachel. I shivered with excitement of the visual and so did Mary.

Rachel got up and pushed Jason down on the couch. She straddled him and said, "Fuck me good." And she sat down on him gently.

She moaned as he entered her and began to ride up and down his cock slowly. 

Mary was next to me breathing hard. Her legs were quivering against mine. I leaned back instinctively against her and felt her hard nipples on my back. She wrapped an arm around me and tweeked my right nipple. I bit my bottom lip and noticed she was doing the same. Must be a family trait I thought and looked to find Rachel also biting her bottom lip. I almost laughed.

Rachel was really riding Jason hard now. Hot sweaty slapping sounds between them drifted out and I could swear I could smell them.

Mary came first. I could feel her whole body spasming against my back. She pulled me into her and moaned in my ear quietly, with great restraint, "Oh my fucking God."

She slowly recovered and released me, but continued to watch the show. 

"Feel better?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yeah, but I will need to cum again if this keeps up." She replied.

"This really is turning you on isn't it?" I asked.

"My God Sara they are so sexy together." She said.

She was right and I wondered what the hell had been going on in the past few months. If this would have happened 6 months ago, she would be dialing the police to have Jason arrested. "Sara have you ever been with a girl?" Mary whispered in my ear.

I looked at her confused and said, "A few times."

She smiled and said, "I want to show you something."

Her hand went to my pussy and I was surprised by her aggressiveness, but I let her. She massaged my clit and said, "You will like this."

Rachel was getting off of Jason and I wondered if he had cum. His cock was still hard and throbbing so I guessed not. Rachel took his hand and went to the back of the couch. Jason looked confused, but followed. Rachel bent over the back of the couch and said, "Let's do it doggie, but don't cum inside me okay."

Jason nodded and stood behind Rachel guiding his cock into her open pussy. He slid into her easily and I could see him pumping in and out of her.

Mary was sitting behind me and I was between her legs. She was kissing the back of my neck and whispering in my ear, "Relax and enjoy this."

I relaxed and spread my legs so that our feet and legs were touching. Her legs were on the outside of mine, my weight supported by her body. Her arms wrapped around me and her right hand found my clit while her left massaged my hard nipples.

I felt her fingers between my legs rubbing gently and I began to climb up toward an orgasm.

Rachel was panting and I could hear Jason's balls slapping against her as he fucked her from behind. She was pushing back against him hard and fast. "Fuck me hard Jason." She moaned.

The sound of her voice turned me on more. Jason was grunting. I could feel Mary's fingers open me and the heat of the water on my clit along with her fingers pushed me higher and I found my hips rocking in time to her gentle clit massage that was increasing in intensity.

I was getting close and rode the wave forgetting all around me but the fingers in me and the visual of Rachel fucking.

Jason was fucking her hard now. He grunted and groaned with each thrust. 

"Gonna Cum" He grunted.

I moaned softly feeling my pussy muscles beginning to contract in my own orgasm. 

Rachel screamed, "Cum on my tits." Mary lifted deftly spread my pussy wide with two fingers, lifting my clitoral hood. Then she took my clit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed and stroked at the same time.

It was a feeling I have never encountered before and I had the feeling my orgasm had been put on hold. It didn't abate, but I felt like I was right there hanging at the crest of an orgasm for an impossibly long moment.

My body shuddered demanding release. 

Rachel dropped to her knees inside pulling Jason from her pussy just as his orgasm hit. Rachel's fingers went immediately to her clit and she masturbated herself over the edge as Jason's cock exploded. Rachel's back arched and she groaned in pleasure. Jason's hand went to his cock, stroking himself through his own orgasm. He ejaculated hard painting semen stripes on Rachel's nipples, belly and cheeks.

Rachel was still cumming and was panting, "Oh my God Yes."

Mary's fingers held my clit in for moment longer and then release as she slipped her middle finger inside me. My body exploded in violent orgasmic contractions. 

I bit my bottom lip until I bled. 

The orgasm seemed to go on forever. Mary held me tightly as I quivered against her. And then a second wave of orgasm hit me. This was not as intense as the first, but definitely not an aftershock either. I whispered, "Sweet Jesus" and rode the second wave to crest again. My pussy was contracting hard again on Mary's magical fingers. 

As the second wave ebbed through me, I could see Rachel and Jason recovering from their own orgasms. Rachel was on her knees with her back against the back of the couch. Jason stood next to her, his cock slowly drooping in post orgasmic refraction. 

Rachel looked up at him and giggled. She leaned forward and took his cock gently in her mouth and then kissed the tip gently. 

Jason looked down at her and said, "Jesus Rachel when did you learn how to do that?"

Rachel grinned, "I could ask you the same thing. The last time you wouldn't eat pussy if memory serves."

He laughed and said, "Well we have both grown as people since prom I guess."

He helped her stand up on wobbly legs. 

She said, "We better get dressed and get you out of here before my mom and aunt get home." Jason sighed, "I have to get my own place" as he pulled on his jeans.

Rachel giggled, "It would make these trysts a bit more convenient. And I wouldn't have to kick you out afterwards." She said as she picked up her own clothes.

Jason sighed, "So is this going to be a one time thing or what?" He pulled on his shirt and sat down to pull on his socks and shoes.

Rachel shrugged, "As long as we can be friends and neither of us are exclusive, I am okay with 'friends with benefits'."

Jason nodded, "I like the benefits."

Rachel smiled and said, "Me too now get out of here so I can shower."

Jason got up and walked toward the door. Rachel leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his hand. "You are awesome Jason. I am glad we are still friends."

Jason kissed her back gently on the lips and said, "Me too Rachel. You will always be in my heart."

And then he stepped out off our view and was gone.

A minute later, we saw the lights above the deck in the bathroom turn on and the sound of the shower coming on.

Mary turned to me, "Okay get our clothes."

I hopped out followed by Mary and began dressing. The clothes stuck to us as we had no towels to dry off with. "So what are we going to tell her?" I asked.

Mary said, "Fuck I don't know. Maybe we could go around front and pretend to just be getting home."

I laughed and said, "And we are wet why?"

Mary laughed and said, "I feel like when we were kids hiding from our parents."

I giggled and said, "I know. It's a bit ridiculous isn't it."

Mary turned to me and said, "I know what to do. Get undressed and get back in the hot tub."

Mary was already stripping again and then went to the door leading into the house. 

I was confused and watched. She quickly went to her purse and moved it to the center of the kitchen table and then grabbed two new glasses and a bottle of wine.

She went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled, "Rachel we are home. We are getting in the hot tub. Come down when you are done."

She then hurried back to the deck just as I heard the water shut off.

"What are you doing? Get naked and back in that hot tub before she comes down.," Mary said to me.

Getting the idea I quickly stripped and got back into the hot tub.

Mary said, "So we just came home and decided to take a soak. We have been out to get a bottle of wine. The end."




The Game Ch. 17



I nodded and said, "You know she has your sense of perception."

Mary shrugged. "Que Sera."

Just then the door opened and Rachel came out with wet hair dressed in the same pair of boxers and t-shirt from this morning. 

"Hey there. You have a good night?" Mary asked.

Rachel grinned and said, "It was fun. What about you two?"

"Yeah we ran out of wine so we decided to go out and grab a bottle." Mary continued.

Rachel nodded and said, "Mind if I join you? Pour me a glass."

Rachel stripped out of her clothes without much modesty and slid into the water between her mother and I. She took a glass of wine from Mary and took a sip. She settled back into the water and closed her eyes seemingly to enjoy the heat.

There was an awkwardness between us and I glanced at Mary who shrugged as if to say, 'I don't know.'

"So" Mary began, "tell us what you did tonight."

Rachel smiled but didn't open her eyes, "Well we went over to Jessie's house and listened to music and talked for a few hours. I ran into Jason and we ended up chatting for quite awhile. He is dating Kelly now I guess."

Mary and I both relaxed a little. 

Finally Rachel smiled to herself and said, "Oh and I had sex with him on the couch, but you two already knew that."

Silence fell between us and for a moment no one spoke. Finally Rachel opened her eyes and looked at us and burst out laughing.

Mary was blushing and so was I. "You knew?" she gasped.

Rachel laughed and laughed and said, "Not at first, but I saw you in the hot tub from the upstairs window when I went looking for you."

"And you didn't say anything?" Mary asked still stunned.

Rachel was laughing hard now, "Neither did you. All you had to say was, 'Rachel we are outside and will be inside in a minute.' I wondered if or when you would say anything."

Mary was irritated and said, "We were naked and didn't want to embarrass you."

Rachel laughed harder and said, "It wouldn't have embarrassed me Mom. Jason would have thought it was funny."

I was starting to see the humor in it now and was starting to laugh myself. 

Mary said, "Jesus Rachel you fucked him on my new couch and you knew we were out here."

Rachel grinned, "It was kind of a turn on."

Mary's mouth hung open and said, "A turn on?"

Rachel laughed and said, "It must have been for you too, or you would have stopped us if you were so freaked out by it."

Mary stuttered and said, "Um Er, well... Just don't fuck on my new furniture anymore no matter how funny you think it is."

Rachel and I howled at that. 

Eventually Mary even laughed and said, "I need a stronger drink and maybe a cigarette." And she went to get both.

The rest of the night was spent drinking and laughing. 

The next day, we drove back to Chicago, a little hung over, but with a promise from Mary to visit the following month with Richard. I agreed to bring Ron along so Mary could interrogate him.



The Game Ch. 18



Chapter 18 – Rachel's fantasy Part 1

Monday afternoon came and Rachel and I both got home around the same time and decided to have dinner together. We really had not talked since we got home from the trip home to visit her mother. That trip was interesting to say the least and I wanted to talk to Rachel about it.

We decided to order pizza and over a glass of wine and a slice of Chicago's finest pizza I brought up the weekend.

"So did you have a good time this weekend?" I asked.

Rachel looked at me with one eyebrow raised and said, "Yeah it was great."

I chewed and took a sip of wine not sure how to proceed. Rachel watched me tentatively. 

After a moment she said, "Spit it out Aunt Sara I don't want things to be weird."

I sighed and said, "Well you took a big risk with Jason. What made you do it?"

Rachel shrugged. "Honestly I am not sure. I guess it was a bunch of stuff starting with Mom talking to me the way she did on Friday. I had no idea what she had been through, and it made me think of her differently."

I nodded and said, "I understand that."

"It was like she was talking to me like a person for the first time. I felt like I finally am getting to know her as a woman."

I nodded again. "I think she is starting to see you that way too, but still there is a big difference between talking about sex with her and fucking Jason in front of her."

Rachel smiled, "I know and I think that's one of the reasons I did it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Rachel took another bite and shrugged. Then she continued, "Well I thought about my Mom a lot and how brave it was for her to tell me some of the things she did. I know that wasn't easy for her. I guess I wanted her to know that I trusted her."

"You trust her? You have an interesting way of showing trust." I said.

"Not really," she replied. "You see I figured if she could trust me to accept the person she used to be sexually, then I should trust her to accept who I am."

I considered her for a moment and said, "You might be right Rachel, but what if it didn't turn out the way it did?"

Rachel shrugged, "That's the trust part Aunt Sara. If I knew how it would turn out then there wouldn't have been any need to trust her." She looked at me as if I was retarded. I hated that look.

Her logic was simple and straight forward, but I didn't know if I would be crazy enough or have the courage to do what she did.

"But was it worth risking your relationship?" I asked.

Rachel looked at me confused. "My mom would still love me even if she freaked out over what I did. I mean its just sex, right? It might take some talking, but we would have been okay. I mean I still love her after hearing what she did. There was never really a question of that."

I thought about that for a long moment. She was right. It was just sex. Mary would have loved her if she would have gang banged a foot ball team at half time on Monday Night Football.

Maybe the hang up here was mine. I felt as if Rachel's straight forward and simple view of the world might be better than my complicated, over analyzed view. Still something didn't feel right with me about it. Was it a 'me' thing? Shit was I learning from her now?

Rachel considered me and said, "I think people get so embarrassed about sex stuff that they spend time worrying about what other people might think. I know a girl in school with me who is terrified her mom will find out that she let a guy take a picture of her naked after they had sex. I mean she worries all the time that the guy made copies, or put it on the internet, or someone will see it.  You know?"

I thought about the movie of me that Ron and Michelle had made. I thought about how I would feel if there was a copy floating around out that I didn't know about. I shivered involuntarily at the thought of it being posted to some random website. 

I nodded and said, "That would suck so bad."

Rachel shrugged, "Would it really? I mean so fucking what if someone sees you naked or having an orgasm? Who cares?"

I considered her for a few minutes and thought, 'Jesus I have created a monster.'

I said, "I might care. It might embarrass me if someone at my work saw it or someone like your mom."

I thought well maybe not your mother, reliving the incredible orgasm I had in the hot tub with her.

Rachel sighed and said, "I know and that's my point. I don't want to be embarrassed by something like that. I mean I think I look okay naked. Maybe not a supermodel, but no one has ever thrown up either. And having sex is the one thing that is a shared experience across humanity. If anything can unite the human race under a common experience its sex. So why is everyone so embarrassed? I understand how some people feel, but I just don't want to be one of those people."

I sighed and said, "I can't fault your logic."

Rachel grinned, "So I had sex with Jason and you two happened to see us. After that, I think I can say I am probably not going to be embarrassed over something I like as much as sex. Besides, my guess is that you both will be a lot more comfortable talking to me about your own experiences after that. I figured it was a bonding moment none of us will ever forget." She was being a smart ass now.

I grinned and said, "Ya think?"

She laughed and said, "Besides Mom has always had a thing for Jason and I thought it might be a treat for her to finally get to see him naked."

"And how do you know that?" I asked.

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Please, when he came over our senior year I thought Dad was going to have to turn a hose on her. I saw the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching her."

I giggled and said, "He is quite a specimen."

Rachel grinned and said, "Mmmmmm isn't he."

I smiled and said, "Just go slow with Mary. She is pretty cool, but maybe not so enlightened and wordly wise as you." Now it was my turn to be a smart ass.

Rachel laughed and said, "As long as I can go fast with you and Ron."

I said tentatively, "So you really want a turn in the game?"

Rachel grinned and said, "Think you should talk to your man about the email I sent him this morning."

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Really?"

Rachel took another bite of pizza and grinned.

* * * * * * *

"We have to talk." 

I checked my voicemail after arriving to work and that was the only message on it. It was sent from Ron the previous evening at around 11pm. He sounded much more serious than usual for him. There was no 'Hi honey hope your weekend went well' or any other pleasantry. There was just a cold 'We have to talk' and then the click as he hung up the phone hard.

My stomach tumbled as any woman would understand if she got a voice mail from the man she loved with those horrible four words on her voice mail. 'We have to talk' for any gender can be loosely translated into one of four meanings in decreasing order of probability.  'We have to talk' means:

A.I met someone else so pack your shit. B.I did something bad and need to confess because the guilt is driving me crazy C.I did something bad with someone else and s/he is making me tell you because s/he feels guilty; followed by: pack your shit.

And the most rare case

D.We really do need to talk.

I punched Ron's cell phone number into my phone with nervous fingers that required me to redial twice. After two rings Ron answered, but not with his usual happy go lucky demeanor.

"Hey." He said obviously recognizing my number on caller ID.

"Hey yourself." I said, trying my best to sound like carefree self and not really pulling it off.

"Get my message?" he asked.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked my stomach doing flip flops.

"Rachel is. She sent me a note. Did you see it?" he asked in a serious tone. I must have caught him in the car on the way to work because I heard a lot of traffic noise in the background.

"No, but she mentioned that she sent you a note." I said feeling a little better knowing this was not about us.

"Well we need to get together and talk about this. Alone." He said stressing 'alone'.

"Sure. Is everything okay?" I asked.

A pause followed by a sigh. "I guess, it's just that this might be getting out of hand and I want to talk this through with you."

"Your place after work?" I asked.

Another sigh. "Can't babe. I am on my way to O'hare. I have to catch a flight to Miami and then on to Costa Rica this afternoon to meet with a European client. I am out all week."

I groaned internally. "Well you can't leave me hanging for a week." I said.

"How about you meet me for the weekend?" his voice perked up and I could hear 'my Ron' for the first time.

"Where?" I asked.

"How about Costa Rica? I will get us a suite at a beach resort." He said and I could hear thrill in his voice that was ever present when he came up with a totally spontaneous and outrageous idea.

"Costa Rica?" I said skeptically, but mentally checking my calendar to see if it was possible. 

"Yep." He said happily.

"I don't know Ron, that is pretty short notice" the practical part of me said.

"Hey you got a passport don't you?" he said.

"Of course, it just that..." I started.

"Just what? Come on it will be fun." He said a hint of little boy pleading in his voice. When he was like this I had a hard time denying him anything.

I sighed in surrender and said, "You will make the arrangements?" 

He laughed out loud and said, "I will have my secretary email you your travel schedule before the end of the day. Can you take a half day on Friday so you can get there before midnight?"

I sighed but felt tremendously excited. Every girl's fantasy is to be whisked a way on a moments notice by the man of her dreams to some exotic location, and I was getting to live that fantasy. "I will take the whole day off for you" I said trying to sound as if I had put my whole life on hold to take a vacation with him.

He actually giggled and said, "Cool babe. See you in the Caribbean." And was about to ring off.

"Hey wait." I said. "So what is up with this note from Rachel?" I asked.

It was as if he had momentarily forgotten the reason for his call. Serious Ron came back on the line and said, "Yeah we need to talk about that, but it can wait 'till Friday."

"Really? Because you left me a message on my work phone in the middle of the night about it" I said.

He sighed again. "I may have over reacted. It's just that when I read it, I was surprised. It's a pretty intense fantasy, especially for a twenty year old girl that hadn't really ever done much sexually until this year. I just want to make sure we aren't making a mistake. I don't want to hurt her or you. It will keep until Friday. Besides I am almost at the airport and I have to catch this flight. Traffic is a bitch this morning so I really need to go now."

I wondered if he was putting me off but said, "Okay hun. But how about you forward me the email?"

"I don't think so. I want to talk in person and get your first impressions. Try not to worry about it. Like I said, I may have over reacted." He said.

"Damn it Ron." I said frustrated.

"Hey babe, relax", that little mischievous boy back in his voice. "I promise to show you the moment we connect in person. Okay?"

I didn't say anything and eventually he said again "Okay?" a little impatience in his voice.

I sighed giving up and hated myself a little for being such a push over for him. "Okay." I said, "But you owe me one."

I could almost hear the smile on his face through the receiver. "Great. See you Friday." And then he was gone.

I sat at my desk staring at my windows log on screen thinking. The practical part of me was still thinking 'this is nuts you are not going to Costa Rica on Friday are you?', but another part of me was already feeling the excitement of the trip building. Deep down I knew I was going and my subconscious brain was already making plans. 

I fought the urge all week to ask Rachel about the note she had sent Ron. I was dying to ask her, but she had not included me intentionally. Part of me was a little pissed at her so we played a mind game all week. I was pretending to have no interest in what her fantasy was, and she was pretending there was nothing to talk about. 

There was a distinct possibility I was playing this game alone in that Rachel gave no outward indication that anything was amiss.

Damn this game.

* * * * * * * 

I almost cancelled the trip. On Tuesday morning I had managed to contract a minor stomach flu and while not debilitating, it did cause me bouts of nausea. Puking never made me feel very sexy, but I was feeling a little better on Friday. So after a piece of dry toast I took the train to the airport.

I landed in Costa Rica at 2pm after a 4 hour plane ride.  I boarded what looked to be a vintage bus from the 1980's with two other couples for the one hour trip to the resort Ron had booked for us. So far I was not impressed with Costa Rica although our bus driver was very nice and helpful. I felt a bit like a loser for traveling by myself as the other two couples were clearly on a romantic get away. The ones in front of me kissed and groped each other in between pointing out points of interest to each other as the bus rolled slowly down the highway.

Ninety minutes into our one hour trip, we turned off the main road (a two lane highway filled with potholes) and came to an entrance that was protected by high steel gates. The bus driver pushed a button under the dash and the gates swung open. 

We proceeded into paradise. 

Lush gardens surrounded a very large open air building. The bus pulled into the turn around and upon departure a very beautiful looking, dark skinned woman greeted us in flawless English. "Welcome to Paradise", she said as I disembarked and handed me a glass off Champaign and a cool wet towel to wipe my hands and face.

I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Each of us was assigned a personal concierge to expedite the check in process. Ron had arrived ahead of me, of course, so the routine was reduced to making a copy of my passport and receiving a room key and a map of the resort.

I declined the invitation for a personal tour of the resort and set off to find Ron and our room.

I was enjoying the stroll to the room, noticing the large pool, book ended with hot tubs, and capped with a swim up bar area. At the time only two couples were in the pool and I wondered where everyone was. The sun was hot, as in equator hot, and the air was damp with humidity. I began to sweat nearly immediately and longed for the comfort of my bikini.

Ron had secured us a suite at the secluded end of the beach, on the ground floor. Our room opened up to the ocean and I wondered how much this trip had set him back. I found the key unnecessary as the door was open 6 inches and I could hear Ron's voice on his cell phone with a client or potential client.

"Yeah I got it. Tell Mr. Durante that the files have been sent and we are just waiting on his signature to close.", Ron spoke in his official business voice as I had come to think of it.

I quietly pushed the door open and saw Ron in nothing but a bathing suit with a blue tooth head set on pacing as he did whenever on a conference call. I smiled at the absurdity of him, talking business in his bathing suit.

"No I won't make that meeting. I have been detained out of the country and will not be back in Chicago until Monday." A pause. "No there is no way I can do it this weekend. Another, more important investment has come up and I really will be unavailable until Monday."

I smiled. It always made me feel good when Ron told a client to 'get bent' when we had plans. It didn't always happen, but when it did, it made me feel good; special.

He noticed me as I silently slipped into the room with my roller board. He grinned and pointed to his headset to indicate he was on the phone and then put his fingers to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I grinned back.

He nodded a few times and said, "Yeah I understand. Yeah I can do that." A pause and then "Okay put him through." 

Ron rolled his eyes and made and up and down motion with this fist over his crotch in the universal 'jerking off' sign.

I stifled a laugh with a pillow from the bed as I watched him work.

And then he changed characters and went into business mode. His smile vanished, but his voice was firm and confident. "Ah Mr. Durante, I am so glad we were able to catch up this afternoon." 

A pause.

"Yes sir. I am very pleased we were able to come to terms as well. My staff is working all weekend to pull all the paperwork together, and we should have formal financial commitments by Monday morning."

Another pause.

"Of course, it is my pleasure sir. We appreciate your business and look forward to closing in Chicago on Monday over lunch at your attorney's office." Ron said.

"Yes sir. I would enjoy that very much. Thank you sir and have a nice weekend." And then he rung off. 

Ron's face broke into a grin as he unclipped his head set and threw it on the counter. "Enough of that shit." He said grinning.

I smiled and said, "Another notch in your belt stud?" 

He laughed and said, "Well nothing is done until the ink is dry, but I think I just saved a deal worth about a billion dollars in syndicated debenture financing. Who's your daddy now?" He then proceeded to dance around the room pretending to ride an imaginary horse. He was such a goof ball, but a goof ball who was good at what he did.

I giggled not fully understanding what he had just said, but happy that he loved his work. 

"And what exactly are debentures?" I asked only mildly interested.

Ron smiled and said, "You really want to talk balance sheet financing at a Costa Rican resort?"

I shrugged, "I am glad to be here and interested in what you do."

Ron smiled and said, "How about this, you change into something comfortable while I send this last fax off from the front desk, and we will go to the bar to get some rum punch. After which, I will enthrall you with stories of leveraged buyouts, junk bonds, loan syndication, and equity valuation models."

I grinned and said, "Oh when you say it like that I get so turned on. Let me rinse the airport grime off me and I will meet you at the pool bar."

"Deal" he said grinning and was off to fax whatever investment bankers faxed on Friday afternoons from the Caribbean.

* * * * * * *

I put on my blue bikini because I like blue and thought it made my tits look good. I then strolled leisurely toward the pool. Ron was sitting there in the pool on a bar stool already next to what could only be described as a knock out red headed woman. As I approached I sized her up. She was stereotypically beautiful. Long red hair pulled back into a pony tail, an oval face with bright blue eyes, a long lean body that suggested she was 5'10 or so, with perfectly perky 36 C tits that I suspected were man made. She also had long legs that appeared longer through the refraction of the water. She wore a purple bikini of the thong variety and pulled it off in a sensual way that only models really can pull off. I guessed her age in the mid-twenties.

As I approached Ron said something and they both laughed. I saw her reach out and squeeze his arm. He didn't seem to notice but it was a subtle, 'I'm interested' queue that another woman would never miss.

A wave of anger and jealously ripped through me and I fought an irrational urge to take a running jump into the pool, grab the red head by the hair, and bash her face into the bar. I was surprised by both the suddenness of the feelings and the intensity. 

I thought 'Jeez what's wrong with me?', but then that thought was washed away in a sea of red anger and green jealousy. My skin flushed red and my fists balled at my side. 

Ron noticed me and smiled and waved. I did not return his smile and marched toward the pool angrily. His smile died on his face seeing my reaction. He glanced at the red head and back to me in understanding only a couple that had been together for a while could read.




The Game Ch. 18



He stood and gave me a, 'you've got it wrong look'.

I was taken a bit by surprise by his lack of guilt and he took my momentary confusion to try to diffuse the situation. "Sara, please come join us. I have just been telling a friend of mine about you, and I would like you to meet her."

I sighed, some of my anger abating, but none of my irrational jealousy. I coldly joined Ron, intentionally putting myself between the redhead and him even though there was no bar stool there. The body language was unmistakable, 'He's mine bitch'.

Ron knew I was pissed and was verbally juggling. "Lisa, I would like to introduce you to Sara. She is the woman I have been telling you about."

Lisa grinned at me at first, and then her smile faltered as the look on my face must have communicated more than I intended. She extended a hand cautiously to me and said in a British accent, "Nice to meet you Sara. I am Lisa."

I shook her hand perfunctorily and asked icily, "So how ever did you and Ron meet?"

Ron took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. After you have been in a relationship with someone for a long time you develop your own internal language. This language is made up of a complex combination of words, facial expressions, touches, and eye contact that only your partner understands. Ron's little squeeze said, "Ease up, you got it wrong."

I knew I was behaving irrationally. I knew that Ron loved me. I knew that I had no reason to feel threatened by this woman. I knew that Ron had not shown the least bit of interest in anything other than talking with this woman. I knew Ron had promised me he had no interest in other women. I knew Ron had invited me this weekend for God's sake. And I knew that despite all of that, I was more jealous and angry than I ever have been in my life.

More than the jealousy and anger though, I hated myself for the way I was acting. I knew I was acting crazy, but seemed unable to stop.

Lisa was cordial, but also a bit uncomfortable. Hell anyone would have been uncomfortable with the 'crazy bitch' persona that seemed to have possessed me sitting next to them.

Ron stood up and gently pulled me to his bar stool. I sat down and the bartender brought me a drink. Ron tried to mollify me with the circumstance of his meeting Lisa. "Lisa and I met earlier in the week and as luck would have she had planned to stay over here after her own business trip concluded."

I smiled and took a sip and said coldly, "How lucky."

Ron continued, "And she was also the one who recommended this resort for its service and accommodations. You see this is a private club and without Lisa's efforts, we never would have been able to get in on short notice."

I nodded. So what I was supposed to feel indebted to this slut bag for convincing Ron he should spend a weekend around her nearly naked and absolutely perfect ass?

This was not like me and I knew it. What was wrong with me? I am not a jealous person. Good God in the right context I might get off on watching Ron with this woman. Why was I acting so crazy?

Ron sighed exasperated and said, "Maybe we should just go?"

I turned to him about to unleash some fury when I saw a woman approaching from behind Lisa. She was brunette with Mediterranean features and as beautiful as the red head that sat next to me.

The red head turned to see the dark haired woman approach and her face broke into a grin. "Janelle, there you are" she said.

Janelle approached her smiling and draped a tanned arm over Lisa's shoulder and leaned in and kissed her on the mouth in the familiar ways of a lover. Lisa turned back to Ron and I and said, "This is my partner, Janelle."

My mouth hung open as the reality set in, followed quickly by embarrassment.  Lisa was a lesbian and her lover, Janelle, had just joined us. 

Talk about reading the signs wrong. My anger and jealousy mysteriously evaporated in a mist of embarrassment. 

Now most people, and I am no exception, have made an ass out of themselves at one time or another, but I had managed to create a whole new category of asses just for myself. 

For a moment my mind conjured up a Wikipedia entry for "Asshole" complete with my picture next to it. It would have read: 'Asshole: A stinky hole that spews shit on anything around it.' Secondary definition: Sara on vacation (pictured to right)'

My face burned and tears actually formed in my eyes. I had just managed to completely and totally embarrass myself for no reason at all. 

All of those feelings of anger and jealousy were replaced with a combination of self loathing and embarrassment. Lisa noticed my discomfort and was obviously enjoying it on some level. I no doubt deserved it.

Ron took my hand and said, "Lisa and Janelle are here celebrating their 3 year anniversary. Lisa was at the same conference as I was in Geneva last year and we had dinner last week when we found out we would both be in Costa Rica at the same time. I was fortunate enough to meet Janelle and they invited us to share their holiday with them."

Well nothing like a little insult to injury. Not only was I the queen of all bitches, these women were actually being nice to us. I only nodded my face still burning. Janelle watched me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She knew something was wrong, but had not been present to witness my super-crazy-bitch routine that I had demonstrated such proficiency at.

I sighed deeply and did the only thing I could. I apologized. 

I turned to Lisa and said, "Lisa, it is truly nice to meet you. I seem to have made an ass out of myself and really don't have a good reason for it. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I can only hope that you will give me a chance to start over so I can have some chance to prove that I am not a psychotic, jealous lunatic."

Lisa smiled warmly and looked at Ron and then back to me and in a more gracious tone than I deserved said, "No worries Sara. It's nice to meet you as well. We all have moments where we are not at our best, and on the bright side, this little misunderstanding only means that our friendship will have started memorably."

I nodded feeling stupid. It would have been easier if she were a complete bitch. Ron smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly. Janelle eased the tension by saying, "Perhaps we could all have dinner together tonight."

Lisa smiled and said, "Sure." 

I nodded and we agreed to meet at 9pm and then Lisa and Janelle got up and left, two gorgeous women, arm in arm in the late afternoon golden Caribbean sun.

Ron turned to me with humor instead of anger and said, "What the hell got into you?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Ron smiled and said, "You are probably just stressed from the trip. Let's go have some fun."

I smiled feeling a little bit more like myself and said, "What did you have in mind?"

Ron grinned and whispered, "You are over dressed for what I have in mind."

I felt another surge of emotion that took me by surprise, but this time it was lust. I looked at Ron and had to have him right then. This was not a feeling of 'God I'm Horny and want to have sex', but more of an urgent physical need to have an immediate sexual release.

I took his hand and pulled him off his stool and said, "God I want you to fuck me right now." I spoke too loudly and a couple across the bar stared at us and then giggled to themselves, but I honestly didn't care. I had to fuck him right now.

I pulled Ron along almost dragging him back to our room.

I had my bikini off before the door had closed. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest, spreading myself widely. "Fuck me." I said.

Ron was grinning and knelt between my legs. He caressed my thighs gently and I reached down and took his hand and pulled him roughly on top of me.

"Screw the foreplay." I said roughly. "Fuck me now."

Ron lifted his hips and pushed his cock gently into me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into me as I rose my hips up to meet him. I was wet and slick in anticipation of him and he hilted himself in our first thrust together.

I came before he was fully inside me. It was not my normal buildup to a satisfying orgasm, but rather like a lightening bolt that erupted from the center of my belly and shot out of every nerve in my pussy. I contracted around Ron's cock and wrapped my legs and arms around his body holding him close to me.  "Fuck me; fuck me; fuck me; fuck me" I grunted again and again as I came holding him so tightly that he could not thrust but only hold himself deeply into me.

As my orgasm ebbed I collapsed in exhaustion below him. He was propped up on his elbows above me with his cock still hard and in me. 

"Fuck that was good." I moaned breathlessly.

Ron laughed holding me. "What the fuck was that?" he asked. 

I giggled. "World's fastest orgasm I think" I said breathlessly.

"Jesus I guess" he replied. He glanced at the clock and said, "less than a half minute. I should call Guinness."

I smiled and said, "Okay your turn" and pulled him close to me and kissed him. Then he slowly began gently thrusting inside me.

I rose up to meet him, my own desire sated, but wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I loved watching him over me and holding his shoulders as he thrust himself faster and faster in me. His face contorted as he came inside me. I felt the rush of him and the spasm of his lean body over mine. I pulled him down to me as he relaxed and kissed his mouth. He collapsed on me, panting. I held him as he slowly recovered and felt his hardness wane inside of me.

He rolled off to my left and held me closely. We drifted like that for awhile and then, he kissed me on the forehead and said, "I love you." I thought of that feeling of intimacy Mary had described so many years ago with the kiss on the nose. At that moment I felt exactly what she felt and had never felt so contented in my life. 

"I love you too." I said smiling.

He propped himself up on an elbow and stroking my bare shoulder said, "Do you really?"

I cocked my head to look him in the eyes and said, "More than anything."

He smiled and said, "I have something to show you." He got up from the bed and got a pair of slip on sandals. 

He looked ridiculous in them naked and I giggled and said, "Where are you going?"

He grinned and said, "You mean, 'where are we going'? Now get up you horny little girl and threw me a towel. Rinse off and come with me."

I caught the towel and laughed my way into the bathroom to rinse the smell of sex off of me. 

When I returned Ron was still naked, but had a small travel case he carried to the pool for his watch, cell phone and other shit men just can't live without on vacation. "Ready?" he asked.

I said, "Well let me put my suit on."

He took my hand laughing and said, "No time I want to see the sun set and you look better naked than in clothes."

I glanced at the clock realizing it was nearly 8pm already. Time flies when you are having fun.

He drug me naked outside of the room to the beach. Fortunately it was a clothing optional beach although we were the only two who had opted for full nudity.  There were a couple of topless women down by the water, but I was the only one fully nude.

I giggled and said, "This is another first for me. I mean the nude beach thing."

Ron grinned, "Me too believe it or not. Feels pretty good though."

I nodded. It did feel good to be completely naked out in dimming sunshine and equatorial heat listening to the ocean. We only caught a few glances from fellow Americans who were not used to public nudity, but no one spoke to us. 

Ron led me down the beach to a small semi-circle patch of sand that was completely secluded. I looked both ways up and down the beach and we were completely alone. A lone boat sputtered a mile or so off shore, but it was only a speck on the horizon. 

I sighed as we stood there naked holding hands. 

"It's beautiful" I said as we watched the sun kiss the shimmering ocean water.

Ron turned to me and said, "You are beautiful."

I melted inside but said nothing. 

And then time seemed to contract. Everything slowed way down and I felt a sense of vertigo as Ron knelt on one knee and from his case extracted a ring case and said, "Sara, spend you life with me and let's make today the beginning of our forever. Marry me?" 

He opened the ring case as my hands flew to my open mouth and my breath left me. The ring was obscured in a blur as tears filled my eyes. I stood their naked with him, alone, with nothing but beauty and love all around me and with a trembling voice said, "Yes."

And then he was hugging me. Kissing me gently on the lips and cheeks and slipping the ring on my finger. I thought if I live forever I will never again feel joy like I did in that moment.

Of course I was wrong.

* * * * * * * * 

Dinner was a semi-formal affair that passed in a blur. Lisa and Janelle congratulated both of us and had seemed to put my behavior out of their minds. We drank wine with dinner and laughed as if we were old friends. 

I learned that Lisa was an economist working for the World Bank and Janelle was a former Peace Corp volunteer. The two had met at a convention on world hunger in New York City and in their case opposites attracted. Both had recently come out as openly gay and they 'just clicked' as they put it.

I could understand the 'just clicking' thing seeing as how Ron and I seemed to fit together like hand and glove on just about every issue of merit. 

When it was over it was nearly midnight and Ron and I took a long walk on the beach, our second as an engaged couple and the first that I can honestly say that I remember. 

The stars were bright and a full moon lit up the beach when we finally took a rest in the same alcove where only hours earlier he had proposed.

I sat next to him holding his hand enjoying the moment, feeling closer to him than I have ever been. He stroked my hand gently and then kissed me on the corner of the mouth. "We are lucky you know." 

I purred my agreement and nuzzled in next to him closer. He put his arms around me and I scooted between his legs and leaned back against him. He kissed my neck gently and stroked my hair. His arms wrapped tightly around me, his fingers laced across my belly below my breasts.

I moaned gently with pleasure enjoying the gentle kisses on my neck and the amazing view of a billion stars reflected across the water like tiny diamonds in the gentle surf.

I don't know how long we sat there, but it was more than an hour. When my legs began to cramp and I began to feel tired I turned to him and kissed him deeply on the mouth and said, "Take me to bed."

This time the urgency was not there, but the heat was. I wanted him badly, but also slowly, as to extract the maximum amount of pleasure that I could from our act of love. This time he was on bottom and I crawled over him, kissing softly up his body from his navel to his chin. Then I kissed his mouth and my hand found him hard and I stroked him gently to further arousal.

His fingers parted my legs and gently massaged me to arousal. I became wet and horny as his fingers worked their magic. I used some lubrication on his cock to both tease and arouse him further as well as prepare him for my pussy that was not yet fully recovered from the sexual tryst from earlier in the day.

When neither of us could take any more, I straddled him and slowly, lowered myself onto him, gently, inch by inch.

When he was fully inside me he held my hips and whispered gently, "God you feel amazing. My God you are amazing."

I smiled down at him and began slowly to rock against him. 

We slowly built up speed as he caressed my hardened nipples, moving together as one. 

We came together, both arching our backs, neither crying out, fingers interlaced squeezing, holding on to the moment as long as God would allow it to exist and then collapsed lovingly into each other blissfully happy.

Sometime later as I lay curled up next to him, his arms around me, a question occurred to me.

I mumbled, "Honey you still with me."

"Always." He said from somewhere near sleep.

I smiled and said, "So what exactly did Rachel say to you in her note?"

He rolled over to face me and kissed me again on the forehead and again I felt that amazing intimacy. Then he grinned and I could see that playful boy that lived just below the surface of him.

"What?" I asked.

He continued to grin and said, "She is one kinky little girl."

I smiled and said, "I know. I think we have corrupted her."

"Not me" he said. "I would never have thought of this and if I did, I never would have believed a woman would want to do it."

I was fully awake now. "Tell me" I said.

He grinned and rolled over to the nightstand and pulled from his daily planner a single sheet of paper. He turned on the light and watched me read.

When I was finished I said breathlessly, "Oh my God."

"I know." He replied, but I noticed his cock was hard again.

I glanced down at his swollen member and said, "So that did it for you huh?"

He laughed and said, "Not really. But watching you reading it did."

I smiled and said, "How in the hell could we even begin to pull that off?"

"I don't know, but how about we have sex and think about it." He said grinning.

He reached for me and I caught his hand and said, "Sorry but you sex slave is done for the night. I am still a little sore."

"Not even married yet and you are denying me sex?" he said affably.

I laughed and said, "Tomorrow I will fuck you blind but you are on your own tonight."

He cocked his head and said, "Want to help?"

I turned back to him and took his hand in mine and guided it to his cock. "I want to watch. I don't think I have ever seen you masturbate."

"That's because I prefer to fuck you" he said sincerely.

I laughed and said, "But this way I will be able to walk to breakfast tomorrow".

He smiled and began stroking himself as we kissed. I licked his nipples as he stroked himself in the soft glow of the bedside light. I watched him ejaculate, something I had never seen without being in a sexual haze with him. His cum landed on my belly and between my breasts.

When it was done I hugged him close and said, "Now how is it that you cum and I am the one in need of a shower?"

He laughed and said, "Sucks to be the girl doesn't it."

I laughed running to the bathroom for some tissues or a towel and called back to him. "So seriously are we going to do this Rachel fantasy or what?"

"I don't know how, but I think we are kind of obligated. I emailed her back asking her if she was sure about this one and I got back a "YES" in all caps" he replied.

"That girl is off the hook." I called from the bathroom thinking. 'Jesus H Christ what will be next with that girl' and that thought sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

I crawled back in bed with Ron as the sun began to come up. Just as I was drifting to sleep, Ron said in a tired whisper, "I might know someone who could help".

I sighed and thought to myself, 'you must know some interesting people.'

And then we drifted off together, happy and in love.  We slept blissfully unaware of the tsunami of change that was rolling inevitably toward us, just out of site, and about to completely remake our lives.



The Game Ch. 19



Chapter 19 Rachel's Fantasy Part II

I awoke the following Saturday in a slow drift up from sleep rather than the jarring slap of the weekday alarm clock. I slowly became aware of the opaque blinds indicating the morning had come and the warmth of Ron lying next to me. I smiled inwardly, enjoying the feel of waking next to him and let myself drift. The smell of blue mountain coffee drifted up from the kitchen and of all the wonderful inventions of the modern world, I thought none was greater than the coffee pot with a timer.

Ron and I were both naked and I curled in close to him. I listened to his slow, even breathing and the sound of his heart beat against my ear as I lay my head on his bare chest. Ron lay on his back and curled in to his body enjoying the feel of him. 

I thought about the night before. Our sex life had been nothing short of explosive since we had returned from Costa Rica. I had stayed with him every night as we talked about our future, our plans, our dreams, and of course our fantasies. Last night he had taken me hard and intensely, pushing himself roughly inside me doggie style. I enjoyed the submission to him and allowed him to take me in any way he wished.

He wished for a dominant, bend me over fuck. I obliged him willingly, enjoying the out of control illusion, as he held my wrists behind me while thrusting hard into me.

I smiled at the memory of the orgasm; both his and my own. And after we came, I enjoyed that blissful collapse together as we drifted toward sleep holding tightly to each other. Now I relived it in my mind, smiling secretly to myself as he slept under me.

I used my left hand to gently stroke his chest and noticed the ring that decorated my third finger. I smiled as I examined it for what must have been the 1000th time. A circular cut diamond was inlaid in a platinum setting, large but not gaudy, tasteful, yet perfectly sparkling in the morning sun. I smiled again to myself unbelieving that it was real. In my thoughts I involuntarily kissed Ron on the chest, gently so as not to wake him. 

I lay there looking at the ring, and enjoying the symbolism of what it meant. I noticed two things always happened to me when I looked at the ring. First, it made me happy and more than once tears had filled my eyes as I stared at it. The second thing was it never failed to make me horny. We laughed about that when I told him of the effects his gift had on me, and I wondered how long that feeling would last. I hoped forever.

Today was no different and even though less than 10 hours had passed since we had made love, I found my skin tingling with the first signal of arousal. I smiled enjoying the feeling and allowed it to build. I gently moved my hand under the sheet to cover us and lifted enough to look down and see Ron's cock. 

He was not hard, but neither was he completely soft. I knew that all men moved through arousal cycles in their sleep, and I wondered if his erection would grow into a hard exclamation point or simply wane through another cycle. 

My nipples were hard as I watched his member in anticipation and I found myself involuntarily squeezing the muscles in my pussy, building my own arousal.

I listened and Ron was still deeply asleep based on his easy regular breaths. I took a deep breath enjoying the warm feelings in my pussy and the tingles on my skin. I used two fingers on my left hand to trail across my own exposed and rapidly hardening nipple, enjoying the feeling of the nail on my breast. 

Ron's cock, as if in appreciation, grew slightly and I smiled inwardly enjoying the voyeuristic moment. Slowly I moved my body down him until his cock was near my face. I could smell the scent of him and our sex from the previous night and one of my personal kinks has always been smelling myself on him. I breathed deeply enjoying the 'dirtiness' of what I was doing.

I tentatively licked the tip of him, softly. He didn't move or give any indication he was awake, but his cock seemed to grow slightly. I teased him with my mouth, gently, slowly, enjoying the idea of waking him to a blow job. He hardened further and his breathing seemed to become less measured. 

I took the tip of him in my mouth and gently cupped his balls in my hands. I sucked him softly, tasting him. I was rewarded with a groggy groan from him and looked up in time to see his eyes flutter. I took him more deeply starting up at him, knowing one of his kinks was eye contact while getting oral sex.

His eyes snapped open a second later and he looked down at me, first with confusion and then with a relaxed grin. "Well good morning," he said in a sleepy voice.

I took him out of my mouth for only a second to reply, "Good morning. I wondered if you would sleep completely through this."

He sighed and said, "Nice way to wake up."

I grinned and kissed his cock and said, "Could be an every day occurrence after we are married."

I returned to his cock with my tongue as he sighed and groaned in pleasure. He said jokingly, "Oh I always heard blowjobs stopped after marriage."

I looked at him and smiled and said, "Well then you better enjoy this one."

He sighed and relaxed in submission as I returned to pleasuring him with my mouth. I swirled my tongue on the under side of him enjoying the fact that he shivered with pleasure. I then rubbed his balls gently and took him deeply into my mouth and down my throat. I held him there allowing my throat to work magic on his throbbing cock as he squeezed his ass in slow rocking thrusts.

When I released him he trembled again in pleasure and I once again took him deeply into my mouth.

"Jesus" he moaned.

I smiled inwardly and swallowed him deeply again.

He moaned but without words and I continued for several minutes, building his arousal with each bob of my mouth. He was getting close and I could tell by his strained muscles and trembling body that he would soon erupt.

I took this moment to sit up slightly and took him in my hand, continuing to stroke the length of his member that was slick with my saliva. The tip of his cock oozed and I realized how close he was. 

He looked at me and said, "Damn I love you."

I giggled and said, "Then you will really love this."

I leaned across him and opened the nightstand where we kept a bottle of lubrication. I drizzled it over his thick hard cock, letting the cool wet liquid drop down his shaft and over his balls. He watched me curiously as I then coated both of my hands copiously with the lube.

I took him between my hands and gently began to massage his cock like a girl scout using a stick to light a fire. He groaned immediately and I smiled watching. This technique was tremendously effective at building arousal, but he had never come from this. This of course was my intent. 

When he was nearly begging for release I took him in my left hand squeezing the base of his cock as I massaged his balls with my right hand. The pressure seemed to have held him nearly on the brink of orgasm, but he could not yet cum. I watched his face mesmerized by the expression that seemed frozen in joy and anticipation.

I moved my right hand downs slowly to his ass and gently placed the pad of my middle finger against his tight hole and held it there. His eyes met mine as if asking, 'Are you kidding me?'

I smiled back devilishly and slowly applied pressure until the ring of his ass eventually relaxed and my finger slipped into him a fraction of an inch. I held it there to let him relax further. Slowly I began stroking him with my other hand. He shivered and I felt my finger slip further into his ass. He was straining so tightly against me, but neither did he ask me to stop.

I watched his face contort in a curious mixture of pleasure, pain, and confusion. I slipped another inch into him and he grunted out, "Oh my fucking God." But there was incredible pleasure in his voice.

I stroked his cock harder and faster with my left hand and penetrated him fully with my finger. He was panting so hard now I thought he might hyperventilate. 

Suddenly his whole body went rigid in orgasm, but he did not yet cum. I could feel his ass squeezing my finger tightly and my right hand was a blur on his cock. He groaned and then screamed hard as cock exploded. 

Cum erupted from the head of his cock leaping to a height that was higher than my head. My eyes went wide in amazement as another burst shot from him. This ejaculation was no less powerful than the first, but the angle had changed slightly and the stream painted a white line across my cheek, right breast and stomach. 

I was aware the Ron was writhing in pleasure and grunting. Again another powerful orgasmic contraction rolled through him and he ejaculated copiously. This time I had turned my head just in time to avoid a massive squirt of cum to the eyes, and instead coated the side of my head from above my ear, across my cheek and chin. 

He came yet again, and this time his cock was angled toward him most of his cum landed on his chest. I was amazed at the quantity of cum. Ron had always produced more cum than anyone I had ever met, but this was a record for the ages. 

The powerful ejaculations were now slowly replaced with short less eruptive spurts that dripped down his erection and over my now slow stroking hand. I slipped my finer gently from his ass as his orgasm slowed. When it was over a shiver went through him and he lay on his back, eyes closed, breathing hard.

I rubbed his thigh gently and another shiver went through him and more cum leaked from the tip of his cock. I knelt and licked him on the tip, enjoying the taste of his cock and cum. He shivered involuntarily and I knew him to be super sensitive after he came.

I sat up and his eyes opened, "Jesus fucking Christ" he said breathlessly.

I smiled and said, "So you liked that then?" 

He nodded and said, "Amazing." He took my hand and pulled me on top of him and kissed me on the lips and held me tight. Another shiver went through him and he said, "God I love you."

I laughed as I held him, enjoying the feel of him. Then he started to giggle. And so did I. For the next several minutes we just laughed together, kissing, and holding each other closely. I will tell you that in that moment I realized that being able to laugh with someone while you fuck them is a magical experience every lover should experience. It can be as rewarding as the sex itself. In some cases maybe more so.

When the giggles relented and we were able to speak again, Ron looked up at me smiling and said, "You are a mess."

I kissed him on the lips and said, "No we are a mess. You cum like a horse you know that."

He laughed and said, "And you like it."

I grinned and said, "I do."

At those words neither of us spoke, but just stared at each other for a long moment. And then spontaneously we both burst out laughing again. 

Ron kissed me again and said, "Okay your turn."

I was more than ready to oblige by now as my pussy was on fire. He pushed me up so that I was straddling his chest. He looked down at my shaven pussy and said, "Mmmmmm" and then pulled me forward until I was straddling his face.

He licked my clit in long wet strokes and I felt my heat rising quickly to a climax. He sucked my clit into his mouth and held it there and I felt the tingles turn to a hot burning need inside my already wet pussy. My juices coated his chin and face and I loved the look of him slick and wet from my pussy. 

And then he stopped. I looked down to see him smiling and reaching into the drawer to the right of the bed where I had gotten the lube. His eyes twinkled as if to say, 'two can play at your game'.

His hand returned with a 1 inch vibrating pleasure ball that we had ordered from a catalog. I had forgotten about it after we had tried it a few times, preferring his cock to a vibrating toy. I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. 

I watched him put the toy into his mouth, holding it between his lips. He then used his tongue to slowly push it inside me. When it was in as deep as his tongue could push it, he turned it on using the remote control. Vibrations rolled through the length of my slick wet pussy. He licked my clit once and then used a finger to push the vibrating ball fully into me. I groaned with the pleasure of it.

Then he pushed me forward by my hips and turned me so that I was straddling his chest in a reverse cowgirl position. He stroked my back and then took my right hand in his and put it over my own swollen clitoris. I stroked myself, getting the idea and began masturbating myself toward orgasm. 

Ron then pulled my hips backward and spread my ass cheeks. I knew what he was doing a moment before it happened. His tongue slid across the sensitive skin of my asshole electrifying my pussy that was already feeling pretty electrified. I cried out in the amazing pleasure of it. The softness of his tongue licking my ass in stark contrast to the hardened plastic egg shaped sex toy vibrating in my soaking pussy. My own fingers were rubbing my clitoris in masturbatory bliss.

Then he pushed his tongue into my ass in a swirling motion. I pushed back against his face wanting nothing more than to intensify the feeling. I pushed down harder on my clit, pinning it against my pubic bone and rubbing in circles as vibrations from deep inside me brought me to a mind shattering state of arousal.

I came a moment later. It was hard and intense and expelled the ball inside me with an audible pop. And then the second wave hit and I experienced an amazing gush that only ever happened to me once before (once again with anal play). Clear girl cum squirted from my pussy as yet another wave of orgasmic contractions rolled through me. I collapsed in what would have been a 69 position if we were having oral sex, but at this point Ron was not touching my pussy or ass and I was not sucking him. I was lying on top of him as spasms of orgasm washed through me again and again. Again cum squirted from my pussy, this time in an arc that covered Ron, the headboard, and part of the wall above the bed. 

With this I collapsed in shivers of post orgasmic amazement. I had never cum so hard, so much, or with such explosive force in my life. I would not have believed that any woman could have cum so hard, let alone little ole me. 

I lay there recovering as Ron rubbed my calves lovingly. Slowly I turned around and went to him. His hair was wet as if from a shower as was his face and pillow for that matter. I kissed him and smiled.

"Jesus you cum like a horse." He said to me.

I laughed and said, "Good thing you like it."

He smiled and we both once again burst out in giggles. 

We lay there together for another ten minutes gently holding each other. Finally I sighed and said, "I need a shower and some coffee."

Ron sighed and said, "Yeah me too".

We went to the shower together and took our time washing each other and talking. I never knew how wonderful it was to have someone else wash your back. 

Ron turned away from me as I took the sponge to reciprocate when I said, "So are you excited about today?"

He grinned and said, "I think the best part of my day may already be over."

I smiled and said, "Maybe not. We could do it again tonight."

"I like the sound of doing it again, but do we have to wait until tonight." He said lecherously.

I grinned in spite of myself. "Today is Rachel's day remember. It's not your turn."

Ron laughed and said, "I thought maybe I could fuck you in the bathroom or something while she's doing her thing."

I pinched his ass and said, "Maybe, but I think I want to see this."

He grinned. "Me too. It should be intense. I can't believe we pulled off all the planning in a week."

"I know. It was lucky that those interesting people you know happen to have a Saturday off." I replied.

"Well one of them owes me a favor from a deal he needed to get done two years ago." Ron said.

"You do have an interesting job." I said.

"I do meet all types." He said.

"So what time are they coming?" I asked.

Ron said, "Around noon. They need a few hours of time before the guest of honor arrives. You think she will go through with it?"

I considered the question and knew first hand that fantasy and reality are very different and what goes on in ones head may lose appeal when confronted by the reality of it. And this was fucking nuts.

I thought about Rachel and all of the experiences we had shared. Finally I said, "No question."

Ron looked at me, "Why so sure?"

I shrugged thinking of her fucking Jason in front of her mother and I and said, "Just am."

Three hours and three cups of coffee later, Rachel's fantasy began with a knock at the door.

* * * * * * * * * 

I opened the door and was shocked. I don't know what I expected, but this was definitely not it. On the stoop a man stood, perhaps in his early 50's with a graying beard and balding head. He was no more than 5'8" and carried an extra 35 pounds on his frame that gave him a portly look. His pudgy face was lined and he smiled at me without hesitation. 

Behind him stood a smiling a blond woman of perhaps 35 with incredibly large and obviously fake breasts. Her hair was bleached almost to a white and her overly made up face made her look older than her years. She looked like a woman who had lived hard and aged poorly, but there were still hints of the beauty and youth that was rapidly eluding her.

"Hello my dear," the man said smiling, "you must be the lovely Sara. Ron definitely understated your beauty."

I nodded still confused wondering if this was some sort of mistake. Behind me Ron approached and said, "Dom, you devil. Good to see you."

I stepped aside and Ron shook the man's hand in a friendly way and clapped him on the back. "Ron, damn I can't believe it's been more than a year. I see you are doing well." The man said smiling and following Ron into his kitchen.

The woman was now grinning and walked with a bouncy step behind Dom and into our house (funny how I now think of it as ours, but fuck it we are getting married). She seemed to follow him like a puppy dog and I wondered what their relationship was. They did not act like a couple, but there was a closeness between them. It was as if they had worked together for a long time, but nothing else. 

Ron offered coffee and Dom delightfully accepted providing we had something to make it more 'Irish'. Ron laughed and said, "So you haven't changed" and turned to the liquor cabinet and retrieved a bottle of whiskey.

Dom 'irished up' his coffee and turned back to me and said, "Where are my manners. Sara please meet my cohort Jasmine."

The blond woman smiled at me and said "Nice ta meetcha". Her voice held a distinctly southern accent that was tinged with a hint of rural up bringing. 

I smiled back and said, "My pleasure" and shook her hand. 

Dom and Jasmine sat at the kitchen table and Ron and I joined them. 

I was beginning to like Dom although he was nothing like what I had expected. He seemed to always be smiling and radiated a joviality about him. He was polite and friendly and somewhat self effacing without being obnoxious.

He turned to Ron and said, "I never thought you would cash in that favor. I am so pleased that you called. So tell me what have you got in mind?"

Ron smiled and said, "Dom before you get the wrong idea, I need to tell you that the favor is not for myself."

Dom clapped his hands and Jasmine giggled with delight. Dom smiling said, "Of course, Of course. You must be giving a gift to your lovely fiancé. You are full of surprises today, but no matter."

Dom turned to me and said, "My lady, I promise you that you will not be disappointed."

Ron was shaking his head and said, "Dom, not her either. It's someone else."

Dom looked confused as he turned back to Ron. "My boy you better tell me about this favor then. I do hope I can help, but you know there are rules around my business."




The Game Ch. 19



"What business are you in exactly?" I asked Dom.

Dom turned to me and I saw a frown flit across his face. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to Ron. Jasmine was suddenly silent. Dom said looking at Ron, "You haven't told her?"

Ron shrugged and said, "She knows the gist of what you do, but not the details. I am not sure I could do your story justice. Why don't you tell her about it?"

Dom grinned and was once again smiling. He turned to me and said, "Sara, this is turning out to be a very interesting day indeed. What exactly has your future husband told you about me?"

I shrugged and said, "Um not much. He told me you met a few years ago and you needed help getting a deal done and Ron helped. He told me that you had a company that produced adult movies."

Dom turned back to Ron. "Helped me get a deal done?"

Then he turned back to me. "My dear your future husband is much too modest. I had a company that was near bankruptcy because of a problem I had with my partner. I was about to lose everything. In a week Ron had somehow managed to put together a financing package to buy out my idiot partner and provide us with start up capital. Since then, the company has quadrupled in size. You husband saved my company and probably my personal financial future."

Ron shrugged and said, "Dom you make me sound like a white knight. I just happened to know a guy and you had a great business. You just happened to suck at financing."

Dom laughed and smiled back at me and said, "He is much too modest. But as far as my business, I do technically make adult movies, but not for mass distribution. Instead I am focused on a niche market for those people who want to make their own movie."

"What do you mean?" I asked, now very curious.

Dom grinned and said, "Well thanks to Republicans and religious zealots that seem to run this fine country, there are a lot of sexually repressed people in the world. In this country alone, porno is a multi-billion dollar industry. Most is bought by men, but more and more is being consumed by women, at least in the movie business. However, most of the movies are of low quality with poor acting and ridiculous plot lines. May I make the bold assumption that you have perhaps viewed one of these so called movies?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah I've seen porn before."

He laughed and said, "Excellent. Then would you agree that the acting is terrible and the plots suck?"

I nodded and said, "Sure."

Then as if a professor making a point he said, "Then why Sara, if the quality is so bad, do these movies keep getting purchased at very high profit margins for the production companies?"

I shrugged and said, "'Cause they turn people on."

"Indeed they do. But you have to overlook a lot of crap in order to get from A to B. Wouldn't you agree?". Dom said smiling.

I laughed and said, "I never thought of it like that, but you are right".

"Did you know that in a porn movie most people who buy them only watch one or two of the scenes in them?" Dom said.

"Know I really never thought much about it." I said but thinking back to the porn I had watched and realized that he was right at least for me.

"Well that is because everyone has their own personal version of what a 'turn on' is. And most people buy porno because of something that 'connects' with them personally. That is why you see so much 'specialty porn' on the market. Everybody has their own thing. Would you agree?" Dom asked.

I smiled and said, "Sure. To each their own right?"

Dom grinned taking another drink of his coffee and said, "Precisely. I could not have said it better. And that is what I do is tailor my movies to the individual fantasy."

I took a sip of my own, non-Irish coffee, and said, "So how do you do that?"

Dom beamed. "Well I have a small video production company that, for a fee, will make very personal fantasies come true for an individual. You see we let our audience basically write their own script and star in their own movie. Some people, of course, prefer to have actors rather than being the star, but in my business most prefer to participate."

I laughed and said, "No fucking way! So people hire you to film their fantasies? Wow that is amazing."

Dom smiled and said, "Not just film my dear. We bring not just the film crew, but also the actors and actresses, props, and even have on occasion rented the exotic location."

My head was spinning. "And how much does this cost?"

Now Dom really beamed. "Well our basic film you with your lover package is 5000.00 dollars, and our most complicated project cost around 250,000. But we average around 12,000.00 per video."

Now I was stunned. "12,000.00? to make a porn for one person?" I asked incredulously.

Dom smiled and said, "My dear I know at first it may seem like a lot, but think about it. How much would you pay to have your wildest dream come true? We have a 6 month waiting list right now."

"Holy fucking-shit" I said.

Dom drained his glass and said, "Holy fucking-shit indeed". 

Janelle took Dom's glass from him and refilled it with coffee, but omitting the whiskey this time. I stared at her and Dom smiled. "Janelle was one of my first models and she has been with me for years. I think she has adopted me and tries to keep me out of trouble." He grinned at her with warmth, but reached across the table and added two splashes of whiskey to his drink.

Janelle sighed and said, "Dom is a genius, but he is also his own worst enemy. But I love him."

I was re-thinking Janelle from the stereotypical blond bimbo to perhaps something a little deeper. Not much deeper, but a little.

Dom now turned to Ron, "And now Ron, you must come clean with me on this 'favor'. You know I don't do anything sleazy."

I laughed at that.

Dom turned to me looking harder than he had before.

Ron intervened and said, "Dom has some very specific rules about his work. Nothing dangerous. Everyone gets tested within a week of the shoot for disease. Nothing illegal. And nothing deceptive. Have I just about covered it?"

Dom smiled and said while still looking at me, "Yes. I define sleazy as something that might hurt someone else. As long as everyone is safe and fully aware of what is going on, then I am okay with it."

I nodded and said, "Sorry if I offended."

Dom shrugged and his jovial demeanor returned, "My dear I could never stay mad at someone as lovely as you."

Dom scooted up to the table and he was immediately very serious, "So tell me about this favor Ron. The suspense is killing me."

Ron smiled and began to talk. As he spoke both Dom and Janelle were leaning in closer and closer to the table, mesmerized by his words. 

When he finished Dom said, "This will be an ambitious project to get just right". 

Ron smiled and said, "Dom I don't expect you to do this for free."

Dom looked offended and said, "I told you your money was not good here. It's not the money, it's the sheer magnitude of coordination. And does this have to happen today?"

Ron looked at me and I shrugged feeling my heart fall in disappointment.

Dom saw my look and smiled and said, "Of course it does. Let me make a few calls. Janelle who do we know in Chicago?"

Janelle quickly retrieved a Blackberry from a pocket and began scrolling.

Dom turned to Ron and me and said, "Why don't you two go get breakfast and let Janelle and I work some magic. Come back in two hours."

It was not a request. 

Ron and I stood up from the table and left them to do whatever it is they did. 

It was amazing.

..... To Be Continued.



The Game Ch. 2



Chapter 2: The First Box

Shortly after finishing dinner Todd stood and invited us all into the living room for drinks and what had ominously came to be called "The Game." We all filed in sitting fairly close since there were so many of us, except for three couples who decided to excuse themselves. One of these I would like to have gotten to know much better: the wife was a redhead with perky little breasts, but there were plenty more to go around. 

Three couples chose to leave so Deb carefully chose 6 cards to take out, reading each one and throwing them into the fireplace. Then as we drank and made small talk Deb announced it was time to begin. She stood and passed around the first box from which we all drew a card. Each card was sealed in a small silver envelope so no one could read theirs before their turn, then she and Todd drew their cards. Going from right to left, we were to read our card aloud and follow the directions on the card. 

The wife of the first couple, a stunning brunette named Shirley, with nice legs and small firm breasts opened and read hers. "I am to French kiss the person directly across from me for 2 minutes, then remove their shirt or blouse." That person was a young guy named Bill, and he was grinning from ear to ear as she walked over to him and pressed her lips to his, sticking her tongue deep into his mouth. Todd timed it and at 2 minutes he announced "time's up," however they both seemed very reluctant to break the kiss until his wife said "Ok you two time is up!" We all laughed heartily at their embarrassed looks when they broke the kiss. Then she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. 

The next one was her husband David, and he opened his card and read it: "Remove your partner's underpants and fondle what you find for 1 minute." David seemed a little relieved as he told Shirley to stand, removed her silky bikini panties, and started to openly fondle her pussy in front of us all. We counted off 1 minute and then watched intently as he withdrew his glistening fingers from Shirley's slit. She just whimpered a little as if not wanting him to stop. 

The next person sitting next to David was John, well built enough to be an athlete. Tall and muscled with dark black hair and a thick mustache. I would guess all the ladies were hoping the card would direct him to them. He opened the silver envelope and read it aloud and his face turned beet red from shock. The card read "bare the bottom of the person to your right and plant a wet kiss on both of their ass cheeks- do this on your knees. The person's ass you kiss must leave their bottom exposed for the rest of the evening."

John instantly objected and we all started to coax him saying it could have been any one of us. As he continued to object Deb said, "John, you agreed and besides we are all friends here, so get to it." Deb was very persuasive and John got David to stand and he got on his knees and unhooked David's pants and unzipped them. David then turned around and John pulled down his pants and his half hard cock sprang out: all the ladies looked very pleased at the size of David's cock. 

John slowly brought his lips to first one cheek, then the other and stood up but Nikki blurted out "No that won't do. It said a wet kiss and his ass is dry." We all chimed in chanting, "Get it wet, get it wet." John reluctantly got back on his knees and kissed David's ass again, this time leaving a glistening spot of saliva on each cheek. He then sat down, as did David, only leaving his pants and underwear at his ankles.

After John completed his task, his wife Sylvia, a nice looking woman with fairly average features and a decent body, opened her card and read it "Pick someone of the same sex and give them a deep French kiss and remove their shirt, blouse or dress." She looked around and then walked over to Nikki and asked her to stand. Of course, Nikki was all for it and almost jumped into her arms, allowing Sylvia to circle her arms around her and lock her into a deep, passionate, kiss for a couple of minutes. Then Sylvia released her and turned her around to unzip her dress and very slowly lowered it leaving Nikki bare down to her panties, garter belt, and stockings.

This went on for a while with others doing various sexy things, such as one nice looking blonde had to lick and suck her partners toes after removing her top; another guy had to French kiss James and remove his pants, James was openly bisexual so this didn’t bother him at all. This went on until it came to Nikki and I. She opened her card and read it aloud "You must suck the tits of the woman of your choice." To repay Sylvia she went over and pulled her low cut top over her head. She then began to suck her little titties like there was no tomorrow. This went on for about three minutes until Sylvia was almost screaming for her to stop!

I knew it was now my turn, and considering what everyone else had to do I was more than a little nervous, as well as anxious, to see what I had to do, and to whom. I slowly opened the card and read it "You must fondle the cock of your host until the group tells you to stop." You could have heard a pin drop as my throat went dry and I looked at Todd. I thought "how am I gonna get out of this?" And of course the answer would be "no way!"

So as casually as I could, my hands shaking, I went to him and sat on the floor by his chair and reached up and started to fondle him through his boxers. His cock was rock hard and his breathing was heavy. There was a little giggling from the girls but the guys were very quiet, realizing that this could have been them. I then reached into his shorts to bring out his cock, and as I did he drew in a sharp breath. I think we both thought someone would say "stop" but they didn't, as I started to run my fingers up and down his shaft. Then I started to fondle his balls and sack and about that time he started to jerk, squirting his semen into the air and on the floor in huge jets.

Soon enough he stopped and lay back in the chair, momentarily spent. Everybody was very quiet, digesting what had just happened and realizing "The Game" would just get more intense from here out. Deb said, "Why don't we take a breather and get some air and freshen our drinks? We will resume in a few minutes." All the couples stood up in various stages of undress, and started to move around getting their minds around what was going on. And even more important, what would happen next!

To Be Continued...



The Game Ch. 2



It was my birthday and Michelle had promised to take me out to dinner, I couldn't wait it had been some time since we had been able to find some time to leave work related matters alone for a weekend, I was so looking forward to a nice dinner and maybe some love making at the end of the evening.

" Michelle I've finished with the shower," I called out. "Thanks honey," Michelle replied. Michelle brushed passed me, smiled and dropped her robe to the floor I looked at Michelle in the reflection of the mirror, her long slender legs seem to go on forever, until they met her neatly groomed blonde pubic hair, and I love her full firm breasts, " Hey stop perving and give a girl some privacy will ya," Michelle said. I jokingly pouted my lips bowed my head and stuck my tail between my legs and went into the bedroom.

I finished dressing and went into the lounge room to wait for Michelle, finally she appeared wearing a short black laced dress which was just see through enough to see her black bra and g string, the dress rested nicely on her long legs about 3 inches above her knees exposing the tops of her silky thighs. Michelle had wet her short blonde hair and slicked it back her dark red painted finger nails matched her lipstick, her calf's accentuated by the four inch black stilettos she was wearing.

I was about to comment on how great she looked when the cab pulled up, "Come on lets not waste time hanging around here," Michelle said. The cab pulled up outside my favourite Restaurant, " This is great," I said. Michelle smiled. The Restaurant was packed, it was always busy they had the best food and service in town and it was hard to beat the ambience of the soft lighting starched table clothes and the music was always at the right level not to loud not to soft. The Maitre D showed us to our table, as we walked through the Restaurant I could feel the eyes of all the other patrons admiring Michelle's body.

Michelle had pre arranged my favourite bottle of French Champagne to be served I felt like a king. Michelle and I chatted about all sorts of things, work, the house and our families. Michelle constantly looked deep into my eyes through our conversations there was an air of sensuality about her look and when Michelle wanted to be sensual she could really turn it on, that was one of the things that attracted me to her when we first dated. Our Entrée's arrived, my smoked Salmon looked and tasted exquisite, Michelle's Oysters natural were so fresh, shucked just before they were served.

After our first course Michelle excused herself from the table to visit the little girls room, I watched Michelle swank through the restaurant to the toilets, heads lifting from their tables admiring her, watching her arse pass them by. After a couple of minutes Michelle returned and sat down, she grabbed my hand and scrunched something in it, I then realised that she had passed me her bra, she leaned over and kissed me allowing me to look down her dress, her breasts were firm and her nipples erect. I discreetly put her bra in my pocket and smiled, Michelle leaned back on her chair pretending to stretch, I could see her breasts through her dress, the dim lighting kept them discreetly hidden from at distance of other prying eyes. 

Our main course's arrived and once again the food was divine, our table seemed to be receiving extra service and it didn't take me long to work out that the waiting staff were taking turns to perv on Michelle's breast's, at first I felt a little uncomfortable with the concept, Michelle didn't seem to mind in fact I think she was enjoying it.

I smiled and thought hey what the heck enjoy the moment while you can. We finished our food and by this time the entire complement of staff had at some stage served us, so you can imagine the surprise when the Chef came over to ask us how our meal was, Michelle stretched her arms upwards allowing one of her nipples to poke through her lace dress, the Chef smiled and left. "Was that a good enough tip for such great food," Michelle said looking at me in a sultry manner." I smiled and nodded in agreement.

Our plates were cleared and we ordered another bottle of Champagne, Michelle excused herself once more, saying all those bubbles just made her want to pee.

When Michelle returned she walked up to me, kissed me on top of my head and scrunched another item in my hand, as she went to sit down she knocked my wallet on the floor, she turned away from me and bent over, her dress rode up the back of her legs exposing her pink pussy lips to me. My cock instantly awoke from its sleep and tried to burst out of my pants. I didn't even guess what was in my hand I slipped it straight into my pocket with her bra.

Michelle smiled and winked at me, "aren't you going to have a peek under the table?" she asked. I pretended to drop my serviette on the floor, I lifted the table cloth slightly, Michelle had opened her legs and lifted her dress, her fingers parting her lips revealing her hard swollen clit to me, I wanted to stay under the table and eat her then and there. "Dessert's anyone?" the waiter inquired. The sound of his voice made me jump and I bumped my head on the table as I sat up, "everything all right sir," he asked. I smiled at him as if to say everything was fine. " I'll have the Strawberries and cream," Michelle said. "Just coffee for me thanks," I said.

Michelle's dessert plate was piled high with Strawberries, she dipped one into the jug of fresh cream and ran her tongue over it lapping up the cream, and she let out a naughty giggle. Michelle picked another Strawberry from her plate and dipped it into the cream, she smiled and moved her hand under the table, a quiet moan escaped from her mouth, as she rubbed the Strawberry along her pussy, mixing the cream with her juices, she then placed the Strawberry in her mouth sucking at it tasting her juices. Michelle repeated the process until all the Strawberries were eaten, my cock was so hard it was putting pressure on my bladder, I excused my self to go to the bathroom, I moved through the Restaurant at a quick pace trying to avoid eye contact or better still eye to groin contact, as the bulge in my pants was very obvious.

When I came out of the Restaurant toilet Michelle was waiting for me, she grabbed my hand and led me into the Ladies toilets, I followed her into a cubicle. Michelle sat down and spread her legs wide, her cunt juices glistening around her pussy lips. "Eat me John, please eat me," Michelle pleaded. I knelt down in between her thighs and ran my hands up to her breasts, her nipples poking out through the lace dress I rolled them between my thumbs and fingers, Michelle grabbed my head and plunged it hard against her pussy, she squealed as my tongue ran up and down the length of her lips, she tasted so fine her juices mixed with the taste of fresh Strawberries and cream.

I teased her clit with my tongue, and playfully bit it with my teeth, she lifted her legs over my shoulders and crossed them pulling my face deeper into her, smearing her juices over me. I tongue fucked her aching hole, her hips rocked in rhythm with the thrusts of my tongue; her hands clenched my shoulders, her legs started to quiver. I could feel her pussy muscles tighten around my tongue, I withdrew it and flicked her clit with its tip, this drove her crazy, her smooth thighs tightened around my face, I pinched her nipples holding on to them hard, I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue over her hard clit, Michelle arched her back lifting her buttocks off the toilet seat, as she came the deep moans in throat struggled to be released, I relaxed my pinch hold on her nipples, Michelle's body erupted into another orgasm from the sensation.

Michelle stood up and sat me down on the toilet she removed her dress and knelt down before me, she undid my belt and pants and pulled them down to my ankles, she then stood up and straddled my legs, she teased the tip of my cock running it along her dripping pussy, then she inserted it into her tight hole. Michelle slowly eased my cock into her, giving her tiny hole time to adjust to my swollen member, when she was ready she plunged my cock deep into her, pushing hard against my groin.

The toilet door opened and we could hear two women talking as they freshened their makeup, Michelle's eye lit up, she licked her deep red full lips, and started slowly to grind her pelvis against me, Michelle continued this for a couple of minutes. The two women seemed like they were never going to leave, Michelle moved her pussy up and down my shaft, her cunt muscles grasping onto my cock with every deep lunge, my balls started to tighten, Michelle sensed it would not be long before I filled her with my spunk, she grabbed my head and deep tongue kissed me, my cock started to pump inside her tight twat, I released my load Michelle pushing her tongue deep into my throat muffling the sounds of me cumming.

Michelle and I sat quietly for a few moments, enjoying the sensations of our love making, we listened to the two women discussing their boyfriends for awhile, then Michelle put on her dress opened the cubicle door and said, " I'll see you back at the table hon," and left. I hurriedly dressed, smiled at the two young women and walked out, back to our table. We asked for the bill and watched the two young women race back to their table to share their experience with their dinner guests. We paid our bill and left the Restaurant Michelle blowing the two women a kiss on our exit.

Michelle said she wanted to go to a club and dance, I agreed, we walked a few blocks until we came across a busy nightclub, there was a long line up to get in and I said to Michelle I didn't want to waste a couple of hours hanging around. Michelle walked up to the doorman and whispered something in his ear he immediately ushered us through the door. "What did you say to him?" I asked. " I told him I wasn't wearing any panties," Michelle replied smiling. 

The place was jam packed with wall-to-wall people, the tiny dance floor was unable to contain the amount of sweating, pulsating bodies and most of the floor area was being utilised to dance on. Michelle whispered to me that she was going to the ladies as my cum was starting to drip out of her pussy, I smiled and went to the bar to order us some drinks. I ordered our drinks and sat down on a barstool waiting for Michelle to join me. I noticed a brunette women in her early twenties dancing close to me, she was wearing a short cream satin dress which I thought looked more like lingerie than something you would wear to a nightclub, I should get out more I thought to myself.

Michelle returned from the ladies room and sat down next to me. "She's cute," Michelle said. "Who," I replied. " The Brunette," Michelle said. We sat for awhile watching people dancing and every now and then I would glance over and have a quick look at the Brunette, she seemed to want to dance alone, waving off offers from anyone that tried to dance with her. " Would you like to watch me dance with her?" Michelle asked. " I don't think she is interested in dancing with anyone," I replied.

" She will be," Michelle said.

I watched as Michelle sat next to me making the occasional eye contact with the women, the Brunette smiled and reciprocated the contact, and then would continue dancing again, the Brunette turned to see if Michelle was watching, Michelle slid her dress up above her thighs exposing her swollen pussy to the Brunette, she approached us, "Hi my name is Tracy would you like to dance with me?" The brunette asked Michelle, "and of course if it's all right with you?" "Yes sure, go for it." I replied.

Tracy led Michelle to the area where she was dancing previously, at first the two women danced like peacocks running their hands through their hair lifting their arms above their heads and pushing out their arses, this went on for a couple of songs, as if the two women were acquainting themselves with each other. Michelle and Tracy moved closer towards each other as the first slow song came on. It wasn't long before they both were making body contact with their hands on each other's buttocks. Michelle moved Tracy into a position so that her back was towards me, I could see Michelle run her hands over Tracy's arse, every so often Michelle pushed Tracy's dress up a little so I could see Tracy's buttocks, Tracy followed Michelle's lead spreading her legs a little wider, Michelle sliding the slim Brunettes dress up high enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing any panties flashing her pussy at me.

I watched Tracy move her hand between them and from Michelle's reaction, she was playing with Michelle's pussy, Michelle reciprocated and I looked around to see if anyone was watching, no one was hundreds of people all seemed oblivious to what was going on.

The two women played with each other for a couple of minutes until a faster song came on. They both came over to where I was sitting, Tracy said that she had to go she was meeting friends at another club, she quickly scribbled her number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Michelle, " Call me some time," she said.

Tracy turned to me and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, " Thanks for letting me dance with your wife." Michelle and I watched Tracy leave. Michelle ran her fingers over my lips letting me taste the pussy juices of the Brunette, her fingers tasted so sweet.

We had a few more drinks and decided it was time to leave; Michelle took off her stilettos and asked if we could walk home, as it was such a beautiful night, and only four blocks from home. I agreed that a walk might help sober us both up. The night was one of the first warm nights in ages and this seemed to have encouraged many people to go for an evening walk, as we passed the local park Michelle asked if we could sit down for a minute, we walked along the path until we came across a bench and sat down, Michelle curled up and nestled her head in my lap, she looked up at me and said " Did you enjoy your birthday?" I smiled " It was the best birthday ever," I replied. Michelle lifted herself up from my lap and nibbled my ear, " I'm glad your enjoying the game," she said.

To Be Continued...

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The Game Ch. 2



As my wife opened the bathroom door, with her friend in hand, I was still recovering from what had just happened. The door then closed, and my wife's friends and I heard the click of the lock. I turned to say something to her two friends (one of them had to leave because she got paged by her work) Jamie, a blonde who looked like a shorter version of Barbie, and Jessica, who was a brunette who was tall and lean we making out on the bed. Both of them still had on their strap-ons on, and were passionately kissing, forcefully pushing their tongues into each other's mouths. I sat on the bed, and watched, totally entranced by the movement of the two women. I also heard low moans and grunts coming from the bathroom, but knew that I would hear every kinky detail from my wife later. As I was thinking about what was going on in the bathroom, I snapped back to what was going on in the bedroom when I felt a warm wetness on my cock. I looked down immediately, and saw Jamie's pouty lips engulfing my rock hard member. 

I put my hand on the back of her head, helping to push her up and down on my cock. I saw Jessica go over to the bedside table, and grabbed a tube of lubricant that my wife and I always have handy. She then squirted a very large glob of it onto her strap-on, which was at least 8" long, and had decent girth. She then dripped some of it onto her asshole, and positioned her "cock" on the edge of Jamie's anus. Jamie had no clue of this, as she was really going to town on me. As Jessica pushed into Jamie, I saw her eyes light up at the sensation. This increased her rhythm, and the extra involuntary movement from Jessica, pushed more of my cock inside her throat. I picked Jamie up by her hair, lifting her off my cock. Then I pushed Jessica and Jamie on their back, and undid the buttons on the harness that Jamie was wearing. I spread her legs out wide, and pushed my hard swollen member into her now dripping pussy. I thrust quickly, with a quick rhythm, letting my 8" go in and out, filling her, and then bringing it almost all the way out, leaving in only the head, then quickly filling her back up. Jessica was kissing Jamie's neck, furthering her pleasure. She was no longer moaning in pleasure, but she was yelling loudly. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, ohhhh, harder, harder" We of course gladly complied, and as she was in the throes of what had to have been her fifth of sixth orgasm, I came once again, spurting cum into Jamie's cunt. I thrust in and out a few times, making sure it was all out. Next I pulled her back up onto my cock.

"Clean it off Jamie." I managed to say between pants. She went back to the same way she had been before. I watched Jessica pick up her body, putting her on her knees. She then entered her recently came in pussy.

"Wow, it's so nice and sloppy, it goes in and out so much easier now." Jessica said, astonished.

"Have you never had seconds before?"

"No, this feels great though." She said, as she continued to thrust inside Jamie. Every few thrusts she slapped Jamie hard on her ass, the sound still audible above her moans that never got out because my cock was filling her mouth. With the head hitting against the back of her throat. I picked her off my cock, as it had been overworked, so I took a seat off to the side of the bed, and watched Jamie's tits move back and forth with the rhythm of Jessica's thrusts. My back was to the bathroom, and I heard the door open. I turned around in my chair, and saw my wife completely red with obvious pleasure. 

"You enjoy your time?" I asked, smiling at my wife.

"Of course, however, she has to go now though." My wife said, with obvious disappointment as her lips pouted. Jessica was finishing up on Jamie, with both of them moaning and their knees seemed barely able to hold themselves up. They screamed for what was the last time, and they both collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily. After they recovered, they left also, with my wife and I leading them out of the door, with goodbye kisses and hugs. We also planned to do this again sometime. 

"So what did you two do in the bathroom?" I asked my wife after we had walked back into the house.

"Well, we walked in, and I went into the closet, I put on the latex catsuit with the cut outs over my breasts, ass and pussy open. I walked back into the bathroom, and made her kneel before me. I had her sit next to the wall, and shoved my cunt onto her mouth. I start grinding my hips, which drove her nose onto my clit, I was moaning so loudly, I had her pinned down, and she ate my pussy for 10 minutes, i came so many times. Then I let her get up, I kissed her, her mouth tasted just like my pussy, it was so sweet." While she was telling the story, she started lightly stroking my cock. "After we kissed for a little bit, I pulled her to me, and whispered in her ear to fuck me. She spread my legs while I was leaning against the sink, she propped me up on top of the counter, and entered me, and pulled me close while she slowly started thrusting in my wet pussy. I grabbed her close to me, and put her head onto my breasts, having her suck them." 

She was still jerking off my cock, it was literally growing in her hand, with the head becoming purple, and it grew until it was at attention, ready for her. My wife, however continued her story "She did this thing where it seemed like she wrapped her tongue around my nipples, and then moved around it, back and forth, I was having wave after wave of pleasure hit me. Then the egg timer I set went off, we didn't stop though, we kept going at it for a few minutes, then we came out here and saw Jamie and Jessica on the bed." When she ended this portion, she put my cock between her breasts, and moved them up and down on her chest, until my cock came all over her tits and neck. She got up, and simply said "Thanks babe, that was the only other thing I needed to make this the greatest night of sex ever."



The Game Ch. 2



The teasing you endured has your cock so hard. As I gaze into your eyes, I notice a hunger in them I've never seen before. You lean down and whisper into my ear, "You are very good at teasing but now it's pay back time." You loosen the laces on my corset slipping it off of me. You laugh as you bind my wrists tightly tying them above my head to the headboard Your throbbing cock nestled between my large breasts as you finish securing my wrists. You reach over onto the bedside table getting a small bottle of cherry flavored massage oil. You drop several drops on my breasts and a couple on your hard cock. Reaching down you grasp my breasts rubbing them as you grip them together, your hard cock throbbing and pulsing between them. You thrust your hips as you straddle me, squeezing the sides of my breasts, letting them envelop your hard cock. You thrust your hips, your hard cock gliding between my oiled breasts your fingers sinking into my skin as you squeeze them tight around you. 

My nipples are as hard as diamonds you pinch them with your thumb and for finger. As you roll my nipples between your fingers I moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes my clit throb and my body tingle. The feel of the friction of your hard cock sliding between my breasts as you play with my nipples makes me so horny. You tell me to lick your cock as it appears through the top of my cleavage. I obey, flicking the head of your cock with my tongue each time it appears. Your moans fill the room as you pinch my nipples harder. I cry out, My clit throbbing, as I lay helplessly squirming. I want to feel your cock inside me so bad that it makes my pussy ache. I begin to beg and plead with you to fuck me. You look down and chuckle at me as you continue to tease me while you pleasure yourself. You've earned it and plan to tease me just as badly as I did you if not worse.

You stop thrusting. You move down my body licking the cherry flavored oil off my breasts, your tongue circling my hard nipples. I want you so bad. My body trembles as your tongue continues its journey down my body. It feels so hot and wet as you lick your way down my stomach circling my belly button nibbling as you go.

You finally reach my pussy. You slip my thong off of me, blowing your hot breath on me before lightly touching my sweet shaven slit with your tongue. I want so badly to reach down and run my fingers through your hair and pull you down closer so I can feel your tongue delving inside me. I thrust my hips forward but you hold my hips down, making sure that your tongue stays on the outside of the folds of my slit as I squirm in your grasp groaning and writhing.

You move off of me and leave the room briefly. I lay bound to the headboard. My whole body tingling with excitement as I wonder what you are up to. You return hiding something behind your back. You place what ever it is on the nightstand. You turn around with another silk scarf. You gaze at me with passion and desire burning bright in your eyes as you pull my thigh high boots off leaving me totally nude. You once again straddle me as you blindfold my eyes. I can't see a thing you are doing. This gets me even more excited. 

I feel you climb back onto the bed. You are on your knees, straddling my face. I feel the weight of your body as you ease forward onto me, your balls resting on my lips. I open my mouth sucking on them gently. I caress them with my tongue. I feel you spreading my pussy dripping something warm and sticky onto it. You finger rubs over my pussy and clit. I moan softly with your balls in my mouth. I want you so bad. You drip more of the warm sticky substance onto me as you continue to rub. I feel it dripping down my slit coating my pussy. 

My body quivers the vibrations of my moans on your tender balls growing stronger as they grow louder. I can feel your cock growing harder as I lick suck and nibble on your sensitive balls. My body shudders and tenses as I build to a climax. You stop abruptly. I hear you laughing softly. "You don't really think I'm going to let you cum this soon, do you?" You say in a teasing voice. I groan, my body aching for release. I keep sucking and licking on your balls wanting to please you so you will rub my clit some more and let me cum. But you stay kneeling with your knees straddling me. Your moans of pleasure filling the room. You reach down as you move off of me replacing your balls with your fingers. I suck them into my mouth tasting sticky honey mixed with my sweet wetness from my hot wet pussy.

I feel you reach up and untie my wrists. I sigh with relief thinking you are going to end my torture and let me go so I can hold you as we make love. You gently flip me over onto my stomach securing my hands back to the headboard. Your hands grip my hips urging me up onto my knees. Your strong hands grip my ass cheeks spreading them apart, your fingers digging into my skin. I automatically arch my back exposing my honey glazed tight pussy.

You slowly run your cock down my ass to my sticky slit as you grip my cheeks spreading them. I squirm as I feel the head of your cock gliding over my tight ass on its way to my tight pussy. You let the head of your cock barely enter my tight pussy holding my hips in place so you can tease me with your hard cock as you enter me very slowly. My pussy clamping around your hard cock as you enter me inch by thick hard inch. Your huge cock stretching the walls of my pussy. I can feel it pulsing with excitement. You enter me half way and then pull your cock back out still gripping the cheeks of my ass open. My agonized moans fill the room. I want you so bad it hurts. All at once, you thrust your hard cock deep inside me. My pussy pulses and grips your sensitive cock as you grind your hips into me. You begin to thrust hard and deep with a steady rhythm as you pull me onto your cock. Your balls sticking to my throbbing clit as you slam your hard cock passionately into me with so much momentum that you knock me forward with each toe tingling thrust. My moans turn into cries of sheer pleasure. 

Your fingers move to my long hair wrapping it around your hand as you pull me back into you. Slapping my ass with your other hand, you leave a hot red handprint on it. The slap makes me tense up. My pussy clamping around your hard cock. You slap me again and again each time making my body tense, making my pussy contract, and milking your pulsing cock. My body quivers as I start to cum again. This time you allow me to. I shake as I scream out with the sweet release of pleasure jolting through my body. My head thrown back, my lips parted as you continue to pull me back onto your cock by my hair. You lean into me burying your cock deep inside my tight pussy as you untie my wrists. My pussy continues to quiver, grip and convulse around your cock as the waves of pleasure slowly subside.

You remove your honey and cum drenched cock from my pussy rolling me over and untying the blind fold. I look at you with love and adoration as I sit up taking your cock into my hot mouth. Moaning as I taste the mixture of sweet honey and my sweet cum. You caress my cheek as you run your fingers through my hair tangling and gently gripping it as my lips glide tightly over your shaft. I take you willingly into my tight throat. My tongue licks at your balls as my throat contracts around your dick nestled deep and tight inside it. I resume my sucking feeling your body shake with your thrusts. I reach up feeling your balls start to tighten, I graze them with my long fingernails. 

You take your cock out of my mouth right as you start to cum. Your hot salty sweet load spurting into my waiting mouth, coating my face and breasts. I lick my lips loving the taste of your cum as you trace my lips with the head of your cock squeezing out the last few drops as I flick it with my tongue. I lick my cum glazed lips. You look at me lovingly as I wipe your cum from my face with my fingers licking and sucking them clean relishing the taste. I quietly slip off the bed to walk to the shower. I turn and see you watching me with lust still smoldering in your sexy blue eyes. I beckon you to join me with a seductive grin. The game may be over but the fun is just beginning.



The Game Ch. 3



Chapter 3: The Second Box

As we all stood around in various stages of undress trying not to be self conscious it was apparent that there was a great deal of sexual tension in the air. Everyone was furtively eyeing everyone else, wondering, I suppose, if and what we would be required to do when The Game resumed. 

Nikki, being her normal sexy self, wandered around shamelessly though bare to the waist, her magnificent breasts bouncing freely for all to see and making some of the ladies envious. She walked over to where Todd, Deb and me were talking and blurted out "Baby that was so fucking hot watching you jack Todd off. It blew my mind when he shot his load on the floor," licking her lips in approval. Both Todd and I turned beet red as Deb & Nikki had a good laugh at our expense. I finally worked up a smile and said "Yea but the tables may turn when the second box opens my dear." Deb was smiling and pinched Nikky's bottom and said "God I hope so. I would love to have her face in my crotch," then she kissed Nikki on the side of the neck, squeezing a tit and making her jump a little.

Then Deb looked at us and said matter of factly "Time to let the games begin don't you think?" We all nodded our heads in agreement as we might as well get this over with.

Deb and Todd called everyone back to the living room where she produced the second box and opened the lid. This time it had gold envelopes. As the box passed around the looks on the other guest's faces were priceless. Everyone seemed to be trying to figure out what was in each envelope by mind reading or something. 

After we all got our envelopes Deb announced the order would go the other way starting with her and ending with Nikki & myself this time.

Deb casually opened her card and read it "You must give oral sex to the person the group chooses until they climax. First remove all of their clothing as well as yours." Deb actually seemed excited about this. She said "why don't I get ready as you all decide who it should be?" With that she stood and pulled her white silk blouse out of her skirt, slowly unbuttoning it while walking out to the kitchen as we chose a partner. 

While she was out we first decided it was to be a woman and then we let the girls decide it should be Brenda. She came to the party with James and we all suspected she was bi-sexual as well, so it wasn't a hard choice. Brenda was a very nice looking blonde; she kept her hair cut very short with an athletic body, kind of petite but very nicely proportioned. We called Deb back in and she stood there in all her naked glory. Her breasts were average, but very firm and a gorgeous ass and legs, and this fiery red hair that just set off her looks so well. 

As she walked in Brenda stood and Deb walked right over to and ordered her, instead of asking her, to remove her clothes. Brenda grinned and exclaimed "Yes Ma'am!" With that Deb stood behind Brenda to unzip her blouse and slowly pull it over her head. Then she reached around to unhook her bra clasp in the front, squeezing her breasts as it opened. Then she moved in front of Brenda and knelt down to unzip and remove her denim skirt, smiling as she pulled it down to reveal a sexy pair of lacy thong panties that matched Brenda's red blouse. As she lowered these there was a sharp intake of breath from Deb as Brenda's scent caught her nostrils! As soon as she stepped out of her panties Deb planted her face into Brenda's crotch and started to lick and suck at her sex. Brenda was breathing heavy as she lowered herself to the floor to give Deb better access to her pussy. When she did Deb really got to work, bringing Brenda to a sharp climax very shortly bathing her face in her juices. Deb just smiled and asked Brenda "Did I please you Ma'am?" To this Brenda just leaned up and kissed her deeply licking some of her own juice off Deb's face. 

The next was Todd; he nervously opened his card and read "fuck the ass of the person down three seats to the left of you." This was a very quiet woman with a serious air about her named Jan. She seemed a little surprised, but quietly stood and removed her black dress pants and just bent over the couch for Todd. Deb handed Todd a tube of KY and he took down his pants as he moved over behind Jan. His big erection was bobbing as he walked over behind her and we all had a good chuckle at this. Jan's husband Don was grinning from ear to ear and he told Todd "You are gonna love this, Jan really loves anal sex." At this Todd just smiled as he lubricated her rear opening and his cock. Todd didn't waste any time but spread her ass cheeks and slid his cock in with a pop! As he began to move into her, Jan pushed back against him causing his cock to bury into her puckered asshole to the hilt. Obviously Don wasn't kidding about his mate's love for anal! Todd kept pumping into her as she kept screaming "Harder, harder dammit!" He tried to keep up but it was too much, as he exploded into her ass in a very short time. Todd just barely managed to hang on until Jan got off from his anal invasion. As his cock softened and fell out of her ass, she just smiled at him and patted his now soft cock and said "Thanks Hon" With that Todd just laughed along with the rest of us. 

Now it was Don's turn. He was just really an average guy (or so we thought) with thick brown hair and average looks. He opened his card and it "read pick a person and strip them. Then fuck their face and give them a good facial with your cum." He stood and looked around and settled on Sylvia. He walked over and helped her to undress then to her knees in front of him. When he dropped his jeans and boxers we saw that Don was anything but average. His cock must have been 11 inches half erect and 3 inches around! Sylvia just went wide eyed at this monster in front of her but none the less she circled it with her hand fondling his huge cock and started to lick the head as it grew harder. When Don got fully hard she could barely get her mouth on it. More than one woman was enjoying this show, wishing it were her I imagine. 

Sylvia licked and sucked at the head of this huge cock and finally got it into her mouth a little and started to do her best to blow him. She would suck a little then jack him off. This went on for about 5 minutes until Don started to moan and grabbed the back of her head, trying to force as much into her stretched lips as he could. Then suddenly he pulled out, shooting a flood of cum all over her face, almost coating her entire face in sticky white cum. As he finished Sylvia licked his cock clean and tucked it back into his jeans and gave his crotch a little pat. Nikki went to her and started to lick the cum off her face and kissed her passionately. She told Sylvia "before this night is through I want to make love to you, alright?" Sylvia smiled and nodded OK. 

Other couples had to do their part with James getting ass fucked and others in different scenes, but all to soon it was my turn. As I shakily got out my card and looked at the envelope Nikki smiled and said "Go ahead lover, let's see what is your pleasure tonight." I opened the card and almost passed out. Deb was smiling, as she knew by process of elimination what the card said. "Well Perry" she asked "What's it say as if I didn't know" she winked at me. I read it aloud "You are to strip completely as everyone else clears the coffee table. Then you are to get on the table on all fours as your mate blisters your ass with 10 strokes each from a crop, a hairbrush and a paddle. If you should cum you must lick the table clean. After this you will retire to a corner with your hands above your head. Every half hour there will be a drawing of the ladies in attendance to see who will give you 10 more strokes with one of the above-mentioned implements."

As I had dealt out some pretty severe spankings to Nikki I could only imagine what was in store. I stood, hands shaking, as I removed my clothes and Deb brought Nikki the things she needed to spank me. The coffee table cleared, I climbed up on it my cock standing at full erection. Nikki just smiled as she walked around to look me in the eyes holding the solid oak, wide-back hairbrush and said with an evil grin "Oh sweetie, your poor bottom is going to be on fire from all this." Then she kissed me on the cheek and raised the hairbrush high in the hair bringing it down with a crash against my bare buttocks! Crack, "You had better count dear, so I don't do too much" she said. 

"One!" I cried out. Smaaaack smaaaack smaaaack "two!, three!, four!" This went on to the ten and through the paddle my ass was on fire. Then Nikky got the riding crop. "Oh Perry, this is really going to hurt!" Slaaaaaap slaaaaaaap slaaaaaap! On the third slap I could hold out no longer, as I came in huge jets on the top of the table. Nikki said "Oh Baby, looks like you got some cleanup to do when I finish." Craaaaack! She brought the crop down again and again on my bare burning ass and when she finished she stuck my face right into my own cum, making me lick up every drop. After this the corner looked pretty good as I stood there. Behind me I could tell the party was now in full swing, as it seemed everybody was fucking everybody. 

After a while it got quiet and suddenly Jan walked over with the paddle and said, "Guess what time it is?" She grabbed me by the cock and led me to a chair, pulled me over her lap and raised that paddle high and as I tensed up she brought it down hard on my already reddened asscheeks Craaack...I knew I would not soon forget this night!



The Game Ch. 3



Michelle had phoned me earlier in the day, she had wanted to know if I would finish work early so that I could catch the train home with her, she thought it would be nice to travel together like we did when we were younger and not so work committed. I agreed and said that I would meet her at the train station at 5:30. When I arrived at the station I pushed through the crowd trying to find Michelle I could not see her through the hoards of people then I remembered we used to always have a coffee before we caught the train together in a little coffee shop on one of the platforms.

I hurried in the direction of the coffee shop when I arrived Michelle was sitting relaxed sipping a coffee and reading a magazine. "Hi I knew would remember," Michelle said when she greeted me. I sat down and ordered a coffee. Michelle was wearing a long overcoat, which I thought was unusual being the middle of summer and all. "What is with the coat?" I asked. Michelle explained to me that she had left it at work and it had been hanging on the back of her office door for ages and it was easier to wear it than carry the bulky thing under her arm, I offered to carry it for her, she refused saying it was no trouble at all.

The loud speaker announced that our train would be departing in a few minutes; we finished our coffees and headed off to the platform. When the doors of the train opened I went to make my habitual charge so as to grab a seat, Michelle pulled at my arm holding me back. "I prefer to stand if that's all right?" Michelle said. I agreed although I was not too happy standing for forty minutes.

The train was extremely crowded and it took about five minutes before everybody settled and had found their little nook on the train. Michelle and I stood facing each other grasping onto one of those upright metal poles, she smiled at me Michelle knew that I hated crowded places that's why I would work a little later as to catch the less busy train, I smiled back and took a deep breath thinking this train better empty out quick or else I might not make it home.

The train started with a jolt and everybody standing planted their feet firmly as not to topple on to each other, although I would imagine falling over on a train where we were packed in like sardines would be hard to achieve. I asked the woman behind me if she could move her handbag from jabbing me in my back, she just gave me a dirty look and obliged my request.

Michelle leaned forward and whispered in my ear, " How are you coping honey?" I'll be okay as long as we have some room to move soon," I said. Michelle smiled and leaned forward again whispering in my ear, "I thought I might help take your mind of the situation," she said. Michelle had unbuttoned her long coat and discreetly showed me that she was wearing nothing underneath, she had shaven her pussy so it was completely naked and cut holes in the pockets so she could play with her pussy without any one seeing what she was up to.

Michelle moved forward and pressed herself up against the metal pole, letting the coat slightly gape giving me a perfect view of what she was doing. Michelle ran both her hands over her virgin shaven pussy enjoying its smoothness, her fingers slowly descending down to her pouting lips, letting one part them, I could see her hardened clit poking out through its cover. Michelle's finger slowly stroked her love button, she let out a quiet sigh. I looked around to see if Michelle's cry had drawn any attention, no one had heard, they were busy reading books and newspapers or talking to each other. Michelle took her unoccupied hand from the pocket and slowly brushed the tips of her fingers across the fabric of the coat in such away to stimulate her breasts, her hard nipples forcing the fabric to mould around them.

The train slowed as it pulled into the station the uneasiness of the stopping made Michelle remove her hands from her breasts and pussy and grab hold of the pole to balance herself. The seat across from us became vacant however before I could think to grab it a young couple slid into it, they both smiled at us and opened up their newspapers and began to read. Once the train left the station and gathered its rhythm Michelle's hands moved their attention back to her pussy, Michelle ran her fingers up and down her love slit each time with more ease as her wetness increased.

Michelle spread her pussy lips with her hand and pushed her groin into the cold metal pole letting her pink lips envelope it, her hips ever so slowly moving gyrating her clit against the pole, every now and then stopping to feel the sensation of the vibrations running through the pole. I looked around nervously Michelle's movements were less discreet than before, once again no one was watching, or were they? I was about to return to watching Michelle when I noticed the young women sitting across from us whisper something to her boyfriend, judging by their glances they had noticed Michelle. I whispered to Michelle that we may have been noticed, she looked over at the young couple and smiled they smiled back. Michelle winked at me " It's okay John I put on a show for them sometimes," she said.

The young women was squeezing her legs tight together, her hand covered by a newspaper worked slowly on her mans dick through his pants, the tight blouse she was wearing pushed against her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. My mind was awash with all kinds of sensations I did not know where to look. Michelle kissed me on my cheek I turned and looked at Michelle her eyes where filled with desire she moved and positioned herself to give the young couple a better view. Michelle pushed harder against the pole trying to relieve her ache, her lips sliding along the pole from the juices of her soaked cunt.

The young women lifted her buttocks slightly pulling her dress up from under her, she was not wearing any panties, like a seasoned professional her man slipped his hand under her, she opened her legs ever so slightly not to attract any attention, his finger slid into her wanting hole. The young women wiggled her arse pretending to get comfortable, all the time her intention was to slide his finger in and out of her pussy. We both watched the young couple as they watched Michelle slide her pussy up and down the pole. The young woman's hand rubbed vigorously against her lover's concealed cock as if urging him to quench her thirst. Her thighs snapped tightly closed and her body jerked as her orgasm swept over her body, she bit her bottom lip holding in her cries of pleasure, her head jolted back as her second orgasm gripped her.

Michelle put her arms around me hugging me, I mirrored her actions pulling her in close. I could feel her hips swaying as she pushed her aching clit back and forth against the metal pole, each thrust with more force, her hands gripped tight against my shirt, I held her tighter against my body, my arms holding her as her knees slightly buckled, her hips stopped and I could feel her body quiver as tiny explosions erupted in her pussy. Michelle kissed me deeply wanting my tongue deep in her throat muffling her moans of delight as her body shuddered from her second wave of pleasure. 

We held each other close until Michelle's bliss had subsided. Michelle buttoned her coat in time for us to depart the train, I looked back at the young couple but they were gone, I pulled on Michelle's arm my eyes signaling her to look back at the empty seat where the young couple sat. Michelle looked at me, "It's all part of the game my dear," She said.

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The Game Ch. 4



Michelle and I were both kicking back at home on a Saturday night both of us bored and niggling at each other, picking on the slightest thing that would irritate us. Michelle was going into her lecture about I don't do enough around the house when an advert came on the television advertising a strip club, Michelle stopped mid sentence and intently watched the commercial. "Hey lets dress up and head down there," Michelle proclaimed. "I don't know Michelle those places are usually filled with dirty old men," I replied. I turned around to try a more convincing argument however Michelle had already raced into the bedroom and started to dress.

The cabbie seemed a little surprised when Michelle proudly announced the address for him to take us. " I whispered to Michelle that he probably thought she was one of the strippers, Michelle let out a naughty giggle and started to play out the role of a stripper. 'Well honey, I hope there's plenty of horny men there tonight with big bulges you know how I love to dance on those big things." She said. I put my finger to her mouth and motioned her to be quiet as I thought she was doing a really good impersonation of Marilyn Monroe and not a stripper. Michelle slumped back into the seat of the cab and pouted her lips.

When we arrived at the strip club Michelle hopped out the cab and ran to the entrance, motioning with her waving hand for me to hurry up, it was like watching a twenty year old at her first Bon Jovi concert. I was feeling a little uneasy as I had been to many strip clubs with my mates however I had never taken a woman before and in fact had rarely seen another woman in a strip club except for the strippers.

We entered the strip club and to my surprise it was pretty classy, there was a large stage with the usual swings, poles etc, though this was unlike any club I had been into before the place had a dance floor, groovy music and there were a few women as patrons.

The hostess offered us a table by the stage or a more discreet cubicle towards the back of the club, I accepted the cubicle to Michelle's disappointment, I told her that I was a little uncomfortable being out in the open for all to see, especially if one of her work colleagues or clients showed up, "You don't want to ruin your reputation over an impulse," I said. Michelle looked at me with eyes that could have easily turned me into stone, her glare interrupted by a petite redhead, "Would you like a drink she inquired?" Michelle's eyes transfixed onto the topless waitress, "Ill have a large Vodka thanks, Michelle said staring at the redheads pert breasts. " Same for me," I replied.

Michelle watched the waitress walk to the bar, "Wow this is great, I wish you had brought me here sooner," she exclaimed.

As our drinks arrived the lights dimmed and a tall slender blonde appeared on stage dressed in a tight fitting cat-suit, the voice on the pa system urged us to put our hands together for Samantha, she stood silent in the middle of the stage with her legs slightly spread, her costume hugging her pussy pushing up hard against her groin making her pussy lips accentuated, Samantha raised her hands high into the air swished her long blonde hair and started to dance to the Prince song Cream.

Michelle watched the woman on stage her concentration seemed immense studying her every move. Samantha used the whole stage teasing every one in the room, not exposing any of her body, her timing impeccable as she took the same stance in the middle of the stage at the end of the song as she did when it started, once again she pushed her hips out slightly so the snug fitting cat -suit accentuated her pussy lips, every one in the room sat quietly there eyes all fixed on Samantha's crotch. 

The silence soon shattered by the start of the next song, Samantha slowly unzipped the front of her suit exposing her skin for the first time, Michelle watched as Samantha slid the zip down just to the top of her bikini line and stopped, Michelle let out a little sigh of disappointment. Samantha's hands ran up along the insides of her suit stopping to rest on her breasts, she grabbed at the cat suit and pulled outwards releasing her large supple breasts, Samantha's head arched back as she felt the sensation of cool air on her skin, she turned her back and slowly pulled the cat suit down to her hips, I could feel the tension in the room every one wanted to see those pussy lips.

Once again Samantha took her spot in the center of the stage her eyes staring out into the dimly lit room, the words to the next song blared out "Give it to me baby" she smiled and slid the cat suit off; Michelle made a sound of approval. Samantha opened her legs wide the spotlight moved to her pussy, her lips swollen from their confinement glistened against the light, her hand ran down her flat tummy and stopped, she showed the audience her index finger and then ran it across her wet pussy, she turned and bent over pushing her arse upward revealing her tight whole, she ran her finger up and down stopping every now and then to flicker it across her clit, she then drove her finger deep into her hole and rocked her hips back and forth faster each time as the words of the song kept ringing out. "Give it to me baby, Give it to me," as the song slowed so did Samantha and she turned around and stood spread legged in the center of the stage giving the audience one last look at her perfect pussy lips.

The bright lights startled the audience at first, everyone's eyes taking time to adjust as they did everyone applauded Samantha, and Michelle cheered and yelled enthusiastically, I pulled at her arm to sit down. Michelle turned and smiled at me her hand running over my cock, "Well you certainly enjoyed that," she said. My face turned red from the embarrassment of having a hard on, Michelle slid her hand under her dress and wiped my cheek with her wet finger, "So did I," she said smiling.

Michelle inquired what happened next and I explained that there would be a break between each strip, I was about explain the rest of what goes on when Michelle looked past me and stared at the bar. I turned around to see Samantha walking towards the bar wearing a leather pink bikini and matching hot-pants, the type where the zip goes from front to back. "I wouldn't mind seeing her up close," Michelle exclaimed. "You can," I said. I explained to Michelle that between strips most of the strippers table top and lap dance for a good sum of money, Michelle's eyes lit up.

Before I knew it Michelle had excused herself to go to the Ladies room. I motioned to the redhead waitress for two more drinks, the uneasiness I had first felt being in a strip club with Michelle had disappeared replaced by my sexual desires, helped by the fact that Michelle was turned on by it all, I bet she is in the cubicle fingering her wet pussy right now I thought, the picture in my mind interrupted by Michelle's voice. "There that's fixed," she said. "I thought that was what you were doing, relieving your ache," I replied. "Not at all, this is what I was talking about" Michelle said.

Standing in front of us was Samantha, the spotlight swung to our table and Samantha climbed onto it, "Isn't this great," Michelle said smiling. Desire by U2 played, Samantha bent over and grabbed her ankles slowly running her hands along her toned legs over her tummy up to her breasts, and she slid them into her bikini and squeezed her nipples teasing them until their firmness showed through the pink leather. Michelle moved her hands towards Samantha I whispered that you're not allowed to touch the strippers she moved them away again a little disappointed.

Samantha removed her bikini and leaned forward pushing her breasts towards me and then towards Michelle pausing long enough to pinch her large nipples in front of Michelle. Samantha stood up and moved her legs either side of me standing on the bench seat her crotch inches from my face she motioned me to unzip her hot-pants, I slowly unzipped them exposing her freshly shaved pussy, Samantha eased her groin closer to my face and stopped as my nose touched her skin. Samantha climbed back onto the table and danced in front of Michelle giving her a seductive wink, she then straddled Michelle repeating the process moving her pussy only close enough to smell it, Samantha turned and exposed her tight pink arse to Michelle and slowly pushed it towards her, Samantha spread her legs until Michelle could see the wetness of Samantha's pussy, Samantha slowly moved her buttocks towards Michelle until all she could see and smell was Samantha's hot cunt, Samantha turned to Michelle and smiled, the music stopped and Samantha finished sitting spread legged on the table in front of both of us.

The lights dimmed and the Pa was once again announcing another stripper on stage, everybody's attention was drawn back to that direction. Samantha slid herself across the table so that her pussy was once again close to Michelle. "Lick me, I know you want to," said Samantha to Michelle. Samantha pushed her cunt into Michelle's face I watched as Michelle buried her mouth into the hot pussy licking as hard as she could, I watched Samantha grab the table with her hands hard, her buttocks slightly lifting off the table as she gyrated her pussy against Michelle's mouth, Samantha's thighs closed around Michelle's face and she let a whimper escape from her mouth as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Samantha opened her eyes and stared into Michelle's she slid off the table into Michelle's lap, her hands undoing the buttons of her dress, she slid the fabric away and smiled, "No panties," she said. Samantha moved close enough for Michelle to kiss her ample breasts, Samantha moved her hand down towards Michelle's pussy, running her finger through Michelle's soft pubic hair, Michelle's hips shook, "Oh honey you wont take long," Samantha whispered. Michelle grabbed hold of Samantha's thighs as Samantha teased Michelle's hard clit, her lips swollen, I could hear Samantha's finger sliding against Michelle's drenched cunt. Michelle's hips rocked faster with each stroke, Samantha and I both knew it would not be long, Samantha pushed down on Michelle's cunt with three fingers, Michelle's thighs started to quiver, Samantha wasted no time in burying her three fingers deep into Michelle's wanting hole, Michelle's thighs clamping Samantha's hand as her orgasm erupted.

Samantha buttoned up Michelle's dress and smiled, she motioned to the redhead waitress to come over, she introduced her as Mandy, Samantha explained that Mandy was exceptional at releasing a mans urge, and with that Mandy slipped under the table and before I knew she had my cock in her mouth, the intensity of the suction on my cock was amazing Mandy slowly pumped my cock four times and pumped it fast four times she repeated the process and after a short while I was squirting my jism into her mouth the sensation felt amazing, I opened my eyes to see Michelle smiling she had been watching Mandy's performance, Samantha and Mandy both left.

Michelle leaned towards me and whispered, "I have had a great time I can't believe we didn't come here sooner, let's go home and have some more fun?" We left the table and as we were leaving Samantha approached us, I thanked her for a great time, "No problem and Michelle when you come again just ring before hand as you did tonight," she said. I looked at Michelle in disbelief; she just smiled and said, "The game continues."

>o?To be continued...



The Game Ch. 5



Our lives had changed completely since that night, an innocent comment about how I thought Michele had become slightly reserved, it wasn't a complaint just an observation, since that night something has been released in Michelle, her whole attitude towards sex has become almost an obsession, not in a bad way but good, it could even be considered healthy just a little weird at times, even for me, her desire to fill a voyeuristic urge is almost at times uncontrollable. Today was no different.

There had been no break in the weather and this hot spell did not look like going away, six days of dry heat was making every body unbearable except Michelle, being able to run around in almost nothing seem to excite her. I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee brewing I stumbled out of bed and headed down to the kitchen. Standing in front of the sink was Michelle wearing a silky pajama top that barely covered her buttocks, she turned and greeted me good morning, only one button held her top from gapping open, her firm breasts barely contained behind the thinness of the silk. Michelle bent down to retrieve the teaspoon she dropped exposing her beautiful pussy lips her legs closed in such a manner making her lips pout and fuller.

I walked over to Michelle and gave her a sensual hug, letting my hand roam over her breasts caressing her nipples to hardness. "Stop that cheeky boy, sit down and Ill make your coffee," Michelle said. Michelle had finished work at the legal firm she had been with for five years two days ago, she had been offered a position with a larger firm with more opportunity, Michelle wanted to drop into her old workplace and pick up the last of her things, I wanted to stay inside from the heat we both agreed we would collect the rest of her stuff on the way to her cousins engagement that night.

When it's this hot I find it hard to be enthused to do anything and I did just that, I sat down and turned on the television, there had to be sport of some kind being televised. Michelle hovered round the lounge cleaning and singing, she would dust the door frames just out of my view on her tippee toes so that her silk shirt would ride up enough exposing her smooth pussy to me, or she would bend over so that one of her tits would fall out the shirt leaving it there long enough for me to notice and become aroused. During the course of the day I made several advances towards Michelle only to be subtly told to stop it. 

Being able to read Michelle and her wants or what she may have in store for both of us has become harder to read and that's just how Michelle wanted it the element of surprise was all part of the game. 



The sun was starting its descent and the temperature was finally dropping, Michelle had made it no secret that we were not to be late for her cousin's engagement and she hurried me into the shower. Michelle was applying moisturizer to her body she put her foot up on the ledge of the bath tub and bent over pressing her tight arse against the glass of the shower as she slowly rubbed the cream into each leg, "We really need to make this bathroom bigger," she said laughing.

I quickly showered and by the time I had dried off Michelle had slipped into a pretty summer dress, "How does this look?" she asked, "You know you can see your bra and panties through it," I replied. Michelle laughed, "You are a prude, now hurry up or will be late we have to call into the office remember?"

We arrived in the car park at Michelle's old work, and entered the lift, Michelle straightened her dress and checked her hair in the mirrors, I pressed the button for the tenth floor, as we approached the ninth floor Michelle hit the emergency stop button, the lift coming to an abrupt halt. "What are you doing?" I said in a panicked tone. Michelle moved close to me and maneuvered me into the corner of the lift, "Ever wondered what it would be like to do it in a lift?" she said. I smiled.

Michelle turned her back to allow me easy access to her breasts and pussy, I ran my hands up along her outer thighs up along her body, running my hands through her short cropped blonde hair and then over her shoulders and over her breasts, I undid the buttons at the front of her dress and slipped it off her shoulders letting it drop at our feet. I cupped Michelle's breasts in my hands squeezing them gently, the lace of her bra stimulating her nipples, her breasts swelling from the pleasure. I released the hook from the front of her bra peeling it away, Michelle groaned as her breasts were freed, I cupped them in my hands squeezing them slightly harder than before and flicked my thumbs over her large erect nipples, Michelle groaned with pleasure. My hands slid along her flat stomach and I teased her pussy letting my hands rub around her groin careful not to touch her pussy

Michelle's hips started to sway, I eased her body forward and squatted behind and pulled of her soaked panties, I could smell the sex oozing from her pussy I moved back to my position and ran my hand down to her pussy, my finger easily parting her sodden lips, Michelle's legs buckled from my touch, I could feel her hard clit spasming. She turned to me and dropped to her knees, she undid my pants and pulled them down and moved me so I was in the middle of the lift, I watched as her mouth opened and her tongue slowly touched the end of my cock, Michelle slowly descended her mouth down my entire cock, Michelle at all times watching our reflection in the mirrors, watching her mouth over my cock and her fingers sliding up and along her wet cunt. Her mouth clamped around my hard cock and Michelle sucked on it hard not letting go for a minute at a time, I could feel my balls tightening.

Michelle released her grip on my cock and stood up, and deep tongue kissed me. Michelle put her hands on either side of my face and stared deep into my eyes until I felt that she was touching my soul, " Do me doggy style, I want you to fuck me from behind, I want you to fuck my cunt so hard, do me now," Michelle demanded.

Michelle positioned herself so that she could watch herself being fucked in the mirrors, she was edgy I knew she needed my cock now or she would resort to fingering her wanting cunt herself. I quickly undressed and slid my cock straight into her pussy, Michelle lurched forward as her tight whole tried to quickly accommodate me, I thrust my cock into her pussy grabbing onto her hips and pushing her hard against me, holding my cock deep inside her warm tight cunt, I reached around her body and pinched her clit squeezing and holding for short periods, Michelle screamed from the sensation, "I need you to fuck me hard now," she demanded, I kept holding her tight pulling her against me forcing my cock to go as deep as it could inside, my fingers clenched at her hardened clit for longer periods, Michelle rocked her hips trying to feel my cock move in her. I could see the anguish on her face in the mirrors, "Do me now or get off," she screamed. I released my grip from her hips and moved my cock slowly in and out of her swollen cunt, Michelle pushed her arse higher into the air trying to force me to move quicker, I increased my strokes longer and deeper and faster, I could feel Michelle's cunt muscles tighten, her body started to shake and she went quiet, her anus tightening and spasming, Michelle let out a hell raising scream as her hips rocked back and forth, her body quivering from the intense orgasm.

Michelle pulled away from me releasing my cock from her contracting pussy she laid on her back, "Cum on me cum on my clit, Michelle said, her eyes dark and demanding, I kneeled between her legs and wanked my cock, I could feel my cock pulsating as my cum shot out from my cock, the hot jism splashing onto Michelle's clit, the sensation of this gave Michelle another orgasm, her hand quickly diving between her legs trying to control the wave after wave of her quivering clit.

"Shit look at the time," Michelle said, she pushed the stop button and the lift started moving when we reached the tenth floor, Michelle led me down a hallway where we passed a dimly lit room with a bank of security monitors one of them showing the inside of the lift. "Hi Jimmy this is, well you know who he is don't you?" Michelle said. Jimmy smiled as he tried to hide the discarded tissues on his desk. "You didn't tell me the building had security," I said. "Didn't I, I guess I forgot to mention that part of the game plan," Michelle said smiling.

To Be Continued