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Trust

By: The Gentle Man



Nervously she glanced at the dashboard clock. The digital numbers seemed abnormally bright in the dark interior of the car. Instead of calming her, the music from the radio was harsh and seemed to gnaw at her nerve endings. Irritated, she reached over and switched it off. Silence instantly filled the space left vacant by the retreat of the sound. Now there was just the humming of the engine. She was not sure it was any better because in the absence of the noise from the radio, her mind seemed to shift into overdrive. Images . . . quick and fleeting . . . dashed across the screen behind her eyes as if in a movie that only she could see. She tried to distract herself from them by concentrating on her driving. She certainly did not want to have an accident. She could just imagine trying to explain what happened, "You see officer, I ran off the road because my mind was filled with fantasies about where I was going and what would happen when I arrived there." She could see the questions forming in his mind at that statement and they caused her to blush . . . all alone . . . driving through the dark.

In spite of her best efforts, though, she could not banish the thoughts and images in her head. She was, after all, on her way to see Them. Of her own free will, and with a growing knot of excitement in her stomach, she was deliberately driving to Their hotel. What awaited her there, she did not know exactly, but a nervous anticipation unlike anything she had ever experienced before gripped her body and her mind. She shifted in the seat and felt the warm moisture between her legs. The movement caused the silk of her blouse to brush across her nipples and they stiffened. Suddenly, the air in the car seemed incredibly warm and she cracked the window a bit, hoping the rush of cool air would cool her down. She exhaled in relief as it had the desired effect and she relaxed just a little. 

As her mind cleared itself of some of the more explicit images, she tried to think rationally about what she was doing. She had known Them for nearly a year, but only through the medium of a computer screen. She had never actually met Them, or anyone else for that matter, from the online chat world. She considered Them friends and had always felt an attraction, but in cyberspace it was easy to flirt and tease and imagine the possibilities . . . everyone did that. That was the thing about being online - a person could explore and still be safe. But the thing of it was, she admitted to herself, that kind of exploration did not fully satisfy the desires she had. In fact, in many ways, it only made them stronger. There was a part of her, deep inside, that wanted to feel the restraints being put on her wrists and ankles . . . wanted to feel the darkness, so full of possibilities, close in on her as the blindfold was placed over her eyes . . . wanted to experience the pleasure that would come with her surrender to someone else's control. Of course, the idea also frightened her. Could she really trust someone else with that part of her? Could she really make herself that vulnerable? They were questions she had asked herself a thousand times. The desire was so strong, but the fear could not be discounted either. In fact, it was that fear that had thus far relegated her desires strictly to the world of fantasy . . . that world that she visited when she was alone . . . where she watched the images play out until they were swept away on the waves of the pleasure her hands pulled from her body. 

It was all very complicated, she decided . . . being afraid, but also being aroused by the fear . . . not knowing if she could ever allow herself to be that vulnerable, yet wanting it so much it almost ached sometimes. She had thought about it so often over the years and had first ventured into the Bondage rooms online in the hope that maybe . . . just maybe . . . she could find what she was looking for, though she couldn't honestly even say what that was at the time. Instead, what she found was in many ways just another version of the real world where there were many that were more than willing take advantage of an opportunity but seemed to confuse being domineering with being dominant. Finding an asshole had never been a problem . . . she didn't even need to go online for that. It was true that she found herself attracted to some that seemed to be different from the typical masses. She would visit with them, learn more about the lifestyle, be intrigued, even get aroused sometimes, but always she held back from exposing the vulnerability that would come from actually meeting anyone. 

So, why, she asked herself . . . aloud this time . . . was she going to meet Them? Had her growing desires so weakened her defenses that she had become incapable of any rational thought? Had the aching need she felt in her nipples and between her legs completely clouded her judgment? She shook her head and breathed deeply of the cool night air and tried to wrap her mind around the idea of what she was doing. No, she told herself, this was not just an impulsive act by a desperate woman. She was not doing this just because she was afraid all of her opportunities were slipping away. She felt that she had really come to know Them over the past year . . . at least as much as you could get to know anyone when constrained by the limitations of online communication. They had intrigued her from the beginning . . . a couple in which both were dominants. They were obviously committed to one another and not hunting for submissives, like so many, yet they enjoyed flirting and teasing. They were well liked by many and she enjoyed Their company very much. For the longest time, she thought that that was all there was to it, but when, in response to her request, they shared some of the stories They had written, she began to think new thoughts. She began to imagine herself as the characters in the stories and her fantasies became even stronger. She found that she wanted . . . more than ever . . . to experience some of the things she was reading and she began to wonder. Perhaps that was what had led her to confess to Him one night that she had never before submitted to anyone in that way. Looking back on it now, she was still suprised that she had told Him that, but it had opened the door to other conversations . . . conversations that had led eventually to this point in time . . . with her driving through the night to meet Them. 

She breathed deeply again and reminded herself of what They had told her . . . that they wanted very much to meet her, but that she should not feel pressured into doing anything she was not comfortable with. She remembered the voices on the phone . . . friendly . . . reassuring. They were actually the ones who suggested that they all meet in a public place like the hotel restaurant, so that she might feel more relaxed. That way, too, if she decided that she wanted nothing more, they could part easily and as friends. That did make her feel better. At least in public They were not too likely to try and ravish her immediately . . . . although . . . she cursed the arousal that curled around the edges of her nerves at that thought. She had to get control of her runaway thoughts before she met them, she determined.

With a renewed sense of resolve, she watched the street signs closely now. At the traffic light, she turned right as she had been directed and up ahead, on the left, she saw the sign for the hotel and restaurant. Consciously focusing her mind on the cars around her, she slowed, waited for her chance, then turned across the lanes of oncoming traffic and into the parking lot. She found an empty space beneath a bright street lamp and pulled into it carefully, then put the car in Park and shut off the engine. As she removed the keys from the ignition, she realized that her hands were shaking slightly. The knot inside her stomach also seemed to have grown tighter and her breathing was shallow and accelerated. With an effort, she worked to calm herself. It would be fine, she told herself. Nothing had to happen that she did not want. They had reassured her of that many times. But was it possible that that was partially at the root of her apprehension? There was a part of her, she realized, that was afraid that nothing would happen. That thought made the ache inside somehow sharper.

Movement was the key, she thought, she needed to do something. She turned the rearview mirror, brushed her hair and checked her face. There was a blush on her cheeks that was not there because of the makeup. It was, she had to admit, attractive. She put on a bit more perfume, checked her blouse and skirt for any loose threads and finally, aware that she could not think of anything else to do, she opened the car door and stood up on legs that threatened to be weak at first, but that strengthened as she walked across the parking lot and entered the door for the restaurant. She paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the soft interior lighting and looked, as nonchalantly as she could, for Them. They had all exchanged pictures so they could recognize one another and so when she saw the couple on the far side of the room, she knew it was Them. They, too, recognized her and He rose and met her halfway. She felt the warmth of His smile chase away the chill she had felt outside and the gentle, brief, touch of His hand on her arm as He led her to the table made her skin feel a bit tingly. When they were there, She rose and hugged her warmly. She was keenly aware of the scent of Her perfume and the feel of Her breasts against hers as they hugged. 

The booth They had chosen was somewhat secluded from the others. The high walls on either end and the plants that hung slightly over the edges afforded it an extra measure of privacy and a sense of intimacy, without being threatening. It had an oddly calming effect on her as she slid onto the seat across from Them. As they all laughed and talked, she found herself relaxing more. It was just like visiting with Them online, only better because she could hear Their voices and see Their faces. His sense of humor and Her open friendliness soothed the nerves that had become so worked up during her drive there. They talked of common friends from online, about their families, about ordinary, everyday things and, for a time, she felt as if they had all known each other for years and had seen each other many times. She was glad she had come here and had met Them and They seemed genuinely pleased to be with her.

She noted how They were loving and affectionate toward one another throughout the evening. They held hands, They exchanged looks that communicated things she could only guess at, They shared an intimacy that was both private and inviting all at the same time. She sometimes felt as if she was intruding but then one or the other of Them would smile at her and she would sense once again that she was being invited to share in the intimacy. At one point she felt Her leg brush against hers under the table at almost exactly the precise moment that he smiled at her and reached casually across the table to lightly touch the back of her hand. The combined touches made her feel lightheaded. To anyone who might have been watching the three of them, it would have appeared that they were just friends visiting over dinner, but she knew that They were, in fact, seducing her. The smiles, the touches, the easy way They had drawn her into Their intimacy . . . it was all having a powerful effect on her. Despite her earlier uncertainty she did not resist either. She liked the feeling that They were in control. She believed that she could trust Them and that sense of trust was beginning to free her from some of her apprehensions. A kind of spell was being cast here, she knew, but she also knew that she was a part of it and she let it weave itself around her. 

When the waiter approached the table and asked if they would like anything else, she said no, she was fine. But she knew that she was not really. There was a hunger inside of her, though it had nothing to do with food. The waiter placed the check on the table and left them alone again. Silence filled the air following his departure and she felt Their eyes on her. A sudden shyness came over her and she was unable to meet Their gaze. She stared at the table and nervously knotted her napkin in her hands. The moment, she knew, had arrived. She must decide now what she was going to do. She knew what she wanted. Her body practically ached with need. She was certain that They could see her nipples . . . hard and pointed . . . under her blouse. Her panties were warm and damp and her breathing had noticeably quickened. The rush of blood pounding in her ears was almost deafening. Her mind was filling with the images again. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted her head and looked at Them. 

They were watching her carefully. Their eyes were warm and seemed to be telling her that it was alright. The invitation was still there, but it was not threatening . . . just patient. They seemed to understand what was going on inside of her. It was as if They knew the tumult of feelings that were rushing though her. It was her decision and They had no desire to pressure her. Time stood still as she looked first into His eyes and then Hers. They had been so kind to her. They had taken no liberties, made no demands, had just accepted her as she was. They knew her desires, but They were letting her decide for herself. She could trust Them, she knew, and tentatively she smiled. They returned her smile with such warmth that she was almost overcome with emotion. 

Without a word, He stood, helped Her to her feet, then They both offered her a hand. Silently, she took them and together the three of them walked . . . hand in hand . . . through the restaurant. A part of her brain wondered what the other patrons must think at seeing such a sight, but she really did not care. She let Them guide her into the lobby and to the elevators. When the doors opened, they all entered the empty car and stood quietly. She was between Them and Their closeness made her tingle. The rawness of her nerves earlier had been nothing in comparison to what she felt now. She watched the numbers above the door as the light behind them passed steadily from one to another. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened she felt His hand at the small of her back. She walked down the hall, still between Them, on feet that seemed to be barely touching the floor. It was as if she was floating effortlessly on a cloud . . . a cloud that was, she knew, heavy with desire. They all paused at the door to Their room and He reached around her to open it. She felt His body brush hers and she shivered. But then she felt Her hands touch her in a reassuring manner and together they all entered the room. 

She watched as He moved to turn on a lamp and the room was bathed in soft light. When They kissed one another, she could not help but catch her breath. It was such a deep kiss, full of so much passion and hunger, that she suddenly felt as if she should leave. She had intruded on Their privacy; she did not belong here. But then They turned to her and she felt Their passion and hunger directed at her. They gently pulled her into Their embrace. Arms wrapped around her and bodies touched. He leaned close and brushed His lips across hers, kissing her tenderly. Then She kissed her as well. The contrasting feel of Their lips on hers ignited her own hunger. All thoughts of leaving vanished. She could not leave now even if she had wanted. With those kisses, she had surrendered and she had no regrets. Her body, in fact, quivered now in eager anticipation.

She stood . . . unresisting . . . as They slowly undressed her. With each piece of clothing that was removed, her surrender became more complete, so that by the time she was naked, she had become Their possession. In a trance, she allowed Them to lead her into the bedroom. She stood silently as They lit candles. The darkness retreated before the flickering flames though shadows danced around the edges of the small pools of light. It was almost as if she could feel the tug-of-war between shadow and light as they moved over her nude body. 

She could not help but think that she should be embarrassed to be standing like this. It was true that she had been seen naked before, but never had she felt as exposed as she did now. Nor, she realized, had she ever felt as desirable as she did with Them looking at her. She felt Their eyes moving over her . . . caressing her . . . touching her more intimately than anyone ever had before. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing and there was no doubt They could see how hard her nipples were now. They actually ached with a need to be touched. In response to her silent plea, They moved to her and each of Them kissed the sensitive flesh. She moaned softly and her knees were suddenly weak. The feel of Their lips sucking gently at her nipples was so wonderful it almost overwhelmed her. When it reached the point when she thought that her knees would actually buckle, They stopped. She swayed unsteadily as cool air replaced the warm moistness of Their mouths. A flush covered her entire body and her vision was blurred slightly by a haze of desire.

They moved away from her and began to kiss one another again. She stared . . . longing for those lips to be on her. She felt almost as if she was a part of the kisses, even though They were across room. They broke Their kiss and she saw the look that passed between Them. She could not begin to fathom all of its meanings, but when They looked at her again, she felt herself being drawn in. They each took one of her hands and led her to the bed. They indicated that They wanted her to lie down and she did so. With an excitement unlike any she had ever known, she let Her raise her arms above her head and tie her wrists to the bedposts with silk scarves. At the same time, He took her ankles and spread her legs so that He could secure them to the posts at the opposite end. 

They stood and looked down at her. She lay before Them . . . completely exposed and vulnerable. They could do anything They wanted to her now and she could not stop Them. The mere thought sent chills through her and she actually moaned aloud. They looked at one another and smiled. Then, as she lay and watched, They undressed each other. She removed His shirt and ran her fingers through the hair on His chest. She stretched out her own fingers wanting to do the same to Him. He kissed her and then slid Her blouse off and released Her breasts from the bra. She lay and stared at them . . . they were so full and beautiful and when He stroked them with His fingertips, she stretched the fingers of her bound hands again . . . reaching . . . She saw the look of pleasure in Her eyes at His touch and ached with longing. He unzipped Her skirt then and let it fall to the floor and She stepped out of it. He kneeled in front of Her and slowly began to slide Her panties down Her legs. She placed Her hands on His shoulders for support and stepped out of them as well. Both women were now naked in the candlelight. 

She was mesmerized by the sight and watched breathlessly as He stood and She knelt before Him. She undid His pants, unzipped them and pulled them down slowly. When they were off, She reached for the waistband of the silk boxers He was wearing, pulled them down and smiled when He literally sprang into view. His arousal was so completely obvious that she sharply took a breath. They moved to either side of the bed and she was torn as to which one to look at . . . they were both so beautiful. She struggled against the restraints wanting to be free to touch Them both. But despite her efforts she could not move. She could only wait. He leaned close and kissed her again . . . a deep, searching kiss that made her moan. When He took His lips away, she raised her head trying to follow them. As she did she was met by Her lips in a kiss that was equally penetrating and full of promise. Again, she moaned deep in her throat. Her lips also moved away though, and she was left panting . . .yearning for more.


Trust



Instead of more kisses, she felt Them placing a silk scarf around her head. Together, They positioned it over her eyes. Her last image before the darkness closed in was one of Them . . . smiling down at her. Deprived of her sight, her other senses came alive. The scent of His cologne and Her perfume intermingled and entered into her body. Her ears picked up the soft sounds of Them moving, though she could not ascertain exactly where They were or what They were doing. Her skin felt as if it was a living thing . . . nerve endings tingling and searching the air for stimulus. Long moments passed as she lay waiting . . . completely unable to know what was coming next. 

She was drawn so tight in anticipation that the first touch made her jerk her body and cry aloud. It was light and teasing . . . dancing over her flesh . . . teasing her. She did not know what it was, only that it was soft and silky. It moved up along the insides of her legs, brushed over her thighs, and slid across her stomach to her breasts. It caressed the tender skin underneath and along the sides before moving to her nipples. She strained against her binds to raise her body to meet the touch, but it remained agonizingly light. She wondered what it was . . . it was not a hand and yet it stroked her as if it was. She moaned and gasped for breath. 

Her concentration on the teasing sensation was so complete that the touch on her feet took her totally by surprise. These, she knew instantly, were hands and they were rubbing the soles of her feet. It was arousing and soothing all at the same time. When she felt fingers insinuating themselves between her toes it was almost more than she could take. She fought the urge to giggle at first, then began to moan again as the pleasure of it took over. The fingers moved over the tops of her feet and up her ankles. Softly, they caressed her legs. By the time they slid over her knees and reached her thighs, she was trembling. The dampness between her legs had increased to the point of flowing wetness. She knew that the sheet beneath her was soaked. 

Her mind reeled as the combination of touches from the fingers and the other, unknown, object drove her to a place of pleasure she had only dreamed of. She could feel it building inside of her and knew that she was only moments away from an orgasm. She could scarcely believe that these touches alone were going get her there, but there was no mistaking the growing pressure inside her body. But just as she was about to slip over the edge, the touches stopped. The sudden absence of the twin sensations left her gasping. A cry of anguish escaped her lips. She had been so close . . . why had They stopped . . . she pulled vainly again at the restraints in an effort to recapture the touches, but it was of no use. Her body trembled and she clinched her fists and curled her toes.

The room was silent until she felt someone get on the bed with her. She moved her body . . . searching for contact. The brush of flesh against flesh was brief and fleeting, then it was gone. She lay breathing deeply . . . her lips parted . . . That was when she felt it. It brushed across her lips . . . moving away . . . then returning . . . She reached out with her mouth and captured it when it moved near again. She clasped her lips over it and sucked on flesh so tender that it could only be a nipple. She had never had another woman's nipple in her mouth before, but she licked and sucked it with a passion. It was so hard and so soft all at the same time. She wanted desperately to have her hands free so that she could touch those magnificent breasts she had seen. She wanted to bury her face between them and suck and kiss and feel their softness all around her. The nipple moved away briefly, only to be replaced by the other one and she eagerly kissed and licked it. When she heard Her moan and knew She was receiving pleasure too, she redoubled her efforts. Unbelievably, she felt the pressure building in the pit of her stomach again. She became convinced that she could actually cum just from sucking Her nipples. But before she could get there, the nipples moved away.

Again, she moaned . . . almost at the point of tears now. Oh god, she thought, They are torturing me. She wanted release so badly . . . her body ached . . . but she had no control. She had given it to Them. She had surrendered to Them and her release would only come when They were ready. 

She did not know how They did it, but Their lips touched her at the exact same time. Hers were on her breasts . . . she could tell by the softness of Her cheeks against her skin . . . and His were on her thighs . . . she could feel the slight roughness of His face on her tender flesh. They were both kissing and licking and moving closer . . . to her nipples and to her wetness. She struggled to lie still, but when Their tongues each found Their mark, she cried aloud and began to shudder. Lips closed over her nipple while Her tongue flicked at it and His tongue found her clit and suddenly she was spiraling out of control. The waves of pleasure broke over the shore of her body and she screamed as the orgasm that had been building for so long . . . almost from the first moment she had seen Them, she realized . . . exploded . . . and the world dissolved into white hot flashes of intensity that penetrated even the darkness behind the blindfold.

As the peak slowly passed and the sensations began to recede, she lay panting for air. All strength seemed to have been drained from her body by the intensity of her orgasm. She felt hands untying her and gently massaging her wrists and ankles. She had been completely unaware of how hard she had pulled at them. The touches she felt now were soothing and tender. He leaned close and told her to keep her eyes shut for a moment and He removed the blindfold. When she opened her eyes, even the candlelight seemed harsh at first, but the smiles she saw on Their faces took away all harshness and when They wrapped Their arms around her, she pulled Them against her and held Them tight. 

She could feel Her breasts against hers and she reached to touch them as she had so wanted to before. She caressed the soft flesh and kissed the nipples once again. She felt Him take her other hand and guide it to touch Him. He was so incredibly hard and she heard His sharp intake of breath when she wrapped her fingers around Him. He moved His body between Her legs and she knew, without a word, what They wanted. She held Him in her hand, stroked Him a few times, and then guided Him into Her. She watched . . . fascinated . . . as She spread Her legs to receive Him and He slid easily into Her wetness. As He began moving in and out of Her body, she leaned down to suck on Her nipples once again. The three of them moved together. Their hands touched her as His hips rose and fell over Her . . . faster and faster . . . Fingers found their way between her legs as she kissed Her breasts. Suddenly, He cried out, thrust Himself deeply into Her, and His body began to shake. At the same time, She wrapped her legs tightly around Him, called out His name and Their orgasms crashed into one another. Feeling Their bodies shaking and hearing Their cries, she gave herself over to her own pleasure and came again in another blinding flash.

Afterward, they all lay . . . bodies somewhat entangled . . . breathing deeply and trembling slightly. They all kissed each other and slowly He withdrew Himself from Her. She lay back on the bed . . . unashamed of her nudity or of what had happened. It had been beyond even her fantasies. She had been a bit surprised at her own willingness to hand over control to Them so easily, but she had believed that she could trust Them and as she looked at Them now, lying naked beside her, she knew that she had been right. They had been gentle and patient and had aroused her more than even she had thought possible. The places where they had touched her still tingled and the memories of her orgasms . . . and Theirs . . . made her blush, though that seemed a bit silly considering the fact that they were all naked in bed together. She looked over and saw a red rose lying on the dresser. She smiled and was certain that it had been its touch she had felt on her skin. 

Though reluctant to do so, she knew that she should be leaving. They all rose from the bed. She put her clothes back on, while She put on a robe. He too, dressed, and insisted on walking her to her car. When she was dressed, They walked her to the door where She hugged her warmly and kissed her on the lips . . . a long, slow, lingering kiss that made her shiver. He held her hand on the elevator and all the way out to her car, then He too, kissed her until her knees felt weak again. She was so tempted to go back upstairs with Them and do it all over. He smiled . . . He seemed to know what she was thinking . . . raised her hand to His lips . . . kissed it lightly . . . and said, "Until next time . . . " She nodded silently then whispered, "Thank you." He smiled again and helped her into the car. He waved as she drove away, but His words echoed in her ears and she smiled, thinking about the next time . . . and the sweet pleasure of trust.



Trust



He looked very displeased. And so he was. He had left her an envelope containing instructions, giving her one-week to complete her assignment. Also in the envelope was a smaller envelope that had been left blank and taped shut. She had completed her tasks, but she had opened the envelope, though he had not instructed her to.

So now she stood, shivering despite the warmth of the room. Her punishment was to be severe, if the expression on her Master’s face was any indication. He had called ahead to tell her what to wear and to tell her to be waiting in the den. The room had been deliberately left bare when she had moved in, as per his instructions. Some people might have called it a playroom, but certainly few people could have imagined exactly what kinds of games were played here.

The black material of her skirt had rustled softly about her knees before he had turned the air off, shortly after he had arrived. Her feet and calves ached somewhat from being in the tall stiletto heels she had bought some time ago, and the nylon of her pantyhose caught the skin of her legs. Though she tried to breath deeply, her chest was confined by the tight button up blouse he had instructed her to wear, and the swell of her breasts held in place by a black bra that was one cup size too small—her decision, not his. She had thought that perhaps he had been in a more playful mood, but his scowl indicated otherwise. In spite of that, however, she felt the material of her panties grow even more slick and damp than they had while she waited for him. When he had stepped into the room, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and if he had been behind her he would’ve seen the goose-bumps on the exposed flesh, as her hair was pulled up in a tight bun.

He stood before her, hands clasped behind his back, pacing. His eyes stabbed at her, harsh and angry, and his sharp pointed beard almost made him look like Satan. She knew that his simple black pullover and black pants hid a strong musculature, and she was also intimately acquainted with the sharp sting of his callused hands. Her eyes dropped from his, and before she had realized he had moved, his hand had cupped her chin, forcing her face up. His eyes bored into hers.

“Did I tell you to look down?” he demanded roughly. The grim set of his jaw startled her into closing her eyes as she fumbled for an answer. His hand descended harshly on her ass.

“No, Master,” she whispered, staring at him again.

He nodded curtly and stepped back from her again. Crossing his arms over his chest, he regarded her as a cat does another before lashing out with a paw. She quivered for a moment, wondering what he would do. Suddenly he growled, and she winced as he barked “Give me your shoes.”

She paused a moment, but one look from him and she bent to obey. She slid one shoe off and laid it on the ground. As she went to pull the other off, he appeared beside her again. He grabbed her hair and straightened her back up. When she was standing again, he hissed “I said give them to me.” After smacking her ass again, he stalked back across the room.

Fighting the urge to rub her stinging ass, she retrieved the high-heel she had already removed and carried it across the room. She held it out to him, but he simply glared at her and pointed to the floor. She bent to place it down, but she felt his fingers wrap in her hair and lift her up once more.

“Drop it,” he commanded her, and she allowed it to slip from her fingers and fall to the floor with a muted “thud.” He pushed her firmly towards the center of the room and crossed his arms.

Guessing what he had in mind, she resumed her earlier position and stooped to pull off her other shoe. She walked slowly over to her Master and allowed the shoe to drop next to the other one. The whole time, she felt his eyes boring into her, and she could feel the tension in him tonight. Though he hadn’t told specifically what this was about just yet, she knew that she would never forget the lesson he was imparting tonight.

“Bring me you pantyhose,” he ordered next. Her hands found their way underneath the hem of her skirt and into the waistband of her panty hose. Knowing that he was watching her every move made her feel self-conscious, and the embarrassment she felt was obvious in the flush on her cheeks. The fact that she was only growing wetter added to her embarrassment, as did the knowledge that he would be able to smell her arousal on her panty hose. As if he didn’t already know.

After depositing her pantyhose at his feet, she returned to the middle of the room to await his next order. Her panties went next, followed by her blouse. Her skirt was delivered to him afterwards, and her bra fell to the floor last. Her bare pussy was red and swollen, with a telltale glistening between the lips that had already begun to spread to her thighs.

A muffled “thump” startled her, and she looked at the floor by her feet. One of her leather collars, the one with the D-ring that was reserved for the rough play, lay near her left foot. At first, she looked up at him questioningly, but his glower said all she needed to know. Soon, the leather was firmly wrapped about her neck, and the metal buckle was fastened. A lock landed near her foot.

“Lock it.” She did.

A pair of thigh high stockings that had been rolled into a ball landed at her feet. Without a word, she unrolled them and pulled them on. Two black shoes with six-inch stiletto heels landed, one after the other, by her feet. Soon, she had slipped them onto her feet, and was fastening the odd buckles on them. A pair of small locks clinked together and bounced off the souls of the shoes.

“Lock them.” She did.

To her great surprise, a ball gag landed next. They had never used a gag before, and she was actually grateful for that, as they appeared rather uncomfortable. Secretly, though, she hoped that someday he would try it; the idea of not even being able to beg him not to do something, no matter how much she hated it, actually excited her. A thin trickle escaped from her pussy as she picked it up.

“I’m waiting…,” he said harshly. Quickly, she placed the ball between her teeth and wrapped the leather strap around her cheeks and neck. After she had fastened the buckle, another small lock landed near her toe.

“Lock it.” She did.

Metal clinking preceded the arrival of a pair of handcuffs. “Lock one cuff around your wrist, and leave the other open.” Knowing better than to upset him more, she obeyed.

A thick black blindfold fluttered to her feet next. The portion that covered her eyes was made of thick black cotton, and a leather strap extended from either end, ending in a metal buckle. Barely able to suppress a shudder as she felt herself grow even wetter, she stooped and picked up the cotton and leather blindfold. The last vision she had was of her Master waiting impatiently. Then her eyes closed, and all was black.

She felt something pressed into her hand. Manipulating it with her fingers, she discovered it was yet another small lock.

“Lock it.” She did.

“Place your wrists behind your back and lock the other cuff.” She did.

Now she stood in a pair of thigh high stockings, locked into a pair of stiletto heels that were so high she could barely walk. To make matters worse for her, her hands were cuffed behind her back, she was blindfolded, and there was a gag in her mouth. And she liked it. Few of her friends had any idea that she was into this kind of stuff. She had never been able to explain to her friends what it was about being tied up. To her, it was a thrill like no other to be tied up, locked down, or simply ordered around. Giving up the control she exerted on the other aspects of her life gave a freedom to explore and enjoy this part of her sexuality with virtually no guilt, and to truly be pushed to, and frequently past, her limits. Part of the excitement, she supposed, came from being “forced” into things—being with someone so powerful that he could dominate her just really did it for her. The thrill of the unknown was also a large part of it, as well. But this was new territory for her, and she could feel the anticipation mingling with her arousal, along with a bit of fear. Fear, however, often added an additional element of excitement.

She felt some kind of mask being pulled over her head and face. The cool leather fitted tightly over her cheeks and pressed the blindfold against her eyelids harder, as well as wedged the gag slightly farther between her teeth, while also forcing her mouth to close over it. Her ears were covered as well, depriving her of the ability to hear. Her hair was tugged less than gently as her bun was guided through an opening in the back of the leather device. Now the only thing left uncovered, other than her hair, were her nostrils, so she could breathe. A zipper was pulled up the back of the mask, and when an additional weight was added, she knew he had locked it as well.

When he tugged the D-ring on the front of the collar, she almost lost her balance and fell forward before she started following his lead. He led her a short distance before pulling her towards the ground. She bent her knees and kneeled, but he continued to pull, so she bent at the waist as well, putting her cheek against the carpet. When she felt his hands release her collar, she tried to straighten up, but found that her collar had been secured to the floor. Belatedly, she remembered that he had installed several anchors in the floor, and had clasps that locked into the anchors. She felt her legs being spread, and small loops were secured around her ankles before they were locked down as well. Somehow she knew that he was standing back, enjoying the view of her ass high in the air and her legs spread, leaving her exposed for whatever he had in store for her.

A sudden sting on her ass startled her, and she tried to jerk, but couldn’t. Another swat fell, followed by several more. Soon, she was unable to count them, and her ass was hot and stinging and sore. If she could have spoken, she would have begged him to stop, and she could feel the hot tears trapped behind the blindfold. She screamed into the gag, more in frustration than in pain, but the gag worked remarkably well, and the mask muffled what little escaped. The spanking continued, with each swat coming from a different angle, leaving every bit of her ass red and hot, from the top of her cheeks, to the gentle curve where her legs met her butt, and even the top of her thighs. She winced and struggled more when a swat landed on the inside of her cheek, near her asshole. Finally, the spanking mercifully stopped. Chagrined, she felt the moisture leaking down her thighs, almost as though her pussy was weeping from the spanking like her eyes were.

She jerked again and screamed into the gag as an amazing coldness came upon her. She could only guess what he was doing, but it felt suspiciously like a piece of ice was traveling up the inside of her thigh, drawing dangerously close to her sensitive lips. Thankfully, it pulled away just in time, only to touch her other leg and travel closer and closer to her spread quim. Whatever it was, it was so close to her pussy that she could feel the coldness on her clit, though it hadn’t touched her there yet. And then it did. She bit the gag and clenched her thighs, but to no avail; the locks held firm and her legs remained spread. The cold thing touched and then traced her lips before slowly sliding deep into her, each inch as chilling cold as the first. She shivered and strained and moaned and wanted to beg him to stop, but she could do nothing but feel the cold penetrate her. Despite the almost painful cold, the sensation was amazing, and despite everything, she felt the excitement build in her. As the frozen object continued moving inside of her, she began to breathe deeply, her breasts swaying underneath of her and brushing her nipples against the carpet as she was penetrated. And then it was gone, leaving her frustrated and with an unusual and arousing cold sensation inside of her.

Time passed, but she had no idea how much. It might have been a few seconds, but it could have been as long as several minutes. Having been deprived of most of her senses, her nose and skin had become hypersensitive, especially her ass, which still burned from the ferocious spanking she had endured. As the time continued to creep by, she focused more on those two senses, trying to get a picture of what was happening. Her nipples felt the carpet underneath them, the nap rubbing her nipples and keeping them painfully hard and swollen. The skin of her ass and thighs burned, and even the warm, stale air of the room felt cool in comparison. She could smell the leather of the mask, the fabric of the carpet, her sweat, and even her own arousal. No vibrations came through the floor, but her Master walked with feather soft steps, and delighted in creeping up on her even when she wasn’t bound and at his complete mercy.

Mercy. She laughed silently to herself as she thought about that. She was at his mercy. Wryly, she reminded herself that he had none, especially when he felt she deserved to be punished. No, she was not at his mercy. She was under his complete control, dominated and forced to do as he wished. To the outside world she always appeared to be fiercely independent, forging her own path and bowing to no one. Yet here she was, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and subjugated to her Master. Of her own free will, yet. And he had told her to do it to herself, and she had complied. Thinking back on that, she realized that her surrender to him was so complete that she had willing and deliberately placed herself under his complete control, both physically and mentally. If he told her to do anything, there was little doubt in her mind that she would, simply because he was her Master. The humiliation she was suffering from this only added to her torment, and she screamed into her gag to know why she did this to herself, how she could possibly allow this, much less crave the depraved actions born of his mind. As her clitoris throbbed and ass burned and tears flowed into the mask, she remembered: she trusted him and loved him like no other.

Her mental wandering ceased quickly as she felt a cool finger at her anus, but the warmth she felt inside of her remained: she trusted him, and he would never violate that trust. He only did this because she loved the sensation of surrender, craved the way she felt when she could not fight back, and wanted only more of this treatment. He loved her, and indulged her, but he also punished her because that is what she so desperately wanted: to be given everything she wanted and yet to have no control. She loved to be indulged, to be spoiled, but she also loved the punishment when she had gone too far. In this, their relationship became very complicated. They were lovers and best friends, intimate both physically and emotionally. They kept each other’s secrets and guarded each other’s backs. She was the loving girlfriend and the spoiled child; he was the provider and the disciplinarian. It was as simple and as complicated as all of that.

The finger at her anus distracted her. She loved anal play, especially when she had been a bad girl and needed to be punished. Something about being violated in such a way mad her feel dirty and bad, and that was when she came the hardest. Many times in the past she had pushed him, deliberately provoking him to just so he would punish her and force his fingers or his cock into her most private opening. He had bought her a butt plug and announced his intention to train his pet in its use, and had made good on his promise. The odd shaped object felt alien inside of her, but the sensation of being over-filled and still held open was amazing, and when he spanked her after inserting it, the vibrations traveled deep inside of her, causing her to orgasm just from being spanked. Once, he had fucked her pussy while the plug filled her rectum, and the tightness of her cunt and the stretched feeling in her ass gave her an orgasm like she had only dreamed about.

Something cool and slick was on his finger, and she knew he was lubing her ring. She felt his other hand at the top of her ass, holding her cheeks apart. The heat from his hand seared her fiery skin, but there was something odd: she couldn’t feel his skin. His hand was smooth and her skin stuck to it slightly, almost like he was wearing a glove. He had worn latex gloves before when he fingered her ass for long periods of time—he said it made clean up easier and that she was less likely to have any tearing from his fingernails. The finger at her anus began to make small circles, and her pussy leaked even more as she felt the cool lube being spread around her sphincter. He pushed in some, twisting his finger, coating the inside of her asshole with the lube before withdrawing. His finger was back again soon, however, pushing a glob of lube inside her, spreading it around, the coolness covering her insides. Again and again he pushed a single finger inside of her, adding more lubricant each time, and pushing deeper with each return, ensuring that she was ready for him. Her breath became ragged, and her nipples brushed the carpet again and again. The anticipation heightened the experience for her; would he fuck her ass, push the plug deep inside of her, or simply finger unceasingly, until she passed out? He had done all of those before, but each time was different, and she was always at a loss as to what she should expect.

A second finger joined the first, pushing in and out of her rhythmically, stretching her slightly. The fingers twisted inside of her before plunging deeper. Again she moaned into her gag, her tongue pushing at the saliva covered rubber, trying to vocalize something, though she knew not what. The two fingers retreated eventually, leaving her feeling empty. As her breath returned to normal and her body ceased its spasms, he pushed three fingers inside of her, deeply and without warning. She bit the gag, grateful this time that it wasn’t her tongue. Her felt him probe her deeply, twisting his fingers, pulling out some before plunging deeply into her ass. He tensed his finger and then wriggled them inside of her, and then spread them wide, forcing her asshole to open more. His fingers curved and pressed towards her twat, rubbing the thin wall that separated one from the other, stimulating her G-spot from this different angle. Suddenly, his fingers rotated and raked the top of rectum, pulling out, causing her sphincter to stretch more, but in a different direction. Her body shook, and he suddenly forced his fingers deep into her again. He continued to torment her like this, pausing each time she was near orgasm, teasing her. It was almost like he was holding her orgasm just within her reach and then snatching it back again, taking immense pleasure in making her reach and jump for it, only to have it snatched away when she was sure it was hers at last.

The fingers retreated again, and she cursed him and wept again, though it was muffled by the gag and mask. Her ass was sore and stretched, and now it felt empty, and she was so near orgasm that it was painful. She shook as she cried and moaned in vain, wondering when—if—he would allow her to cum.

A pressure against her ass brought back the possibility of release, and she tried to push onto his invading digits, but he swatted her exposed pussy lips and pushed her away. Whimpering, she held still, the stinging of her lips a painful reminder of what was so tantalizingly close, but so agonizingly far away. The pressure against her anus returned, mercifully, but this time she held still, biting the gag with all her might, forcing herself not to do anything that would deny her the release she needed so bad. He pushed past her stretched sphincter, one, two, three fingers. That was all she had ever taken in the ass: three fingers. Her butt-plug training had only needed to go that far before she could accept the toy. Now, however, he forced a fourth finger into her ass, and she felt her ears begin to ring as she was stretched even more. Whimpering and moaning as her eyes teared, she tried to shake her head, but he grabbed her bun and forced her to stop just as he rammed the fourth finger into her well lubed and already crowded rectum. The pain was temporary; it vanished almost instantly, and she reveled in the indescribable pleasure of being filled past capacity and pushed, once again, past her limits. He fucked her ass with his fingers with long, deep strokes, and she felt as though he had almost touched the core of her physical being.




Trust



And then she his hand grow wider as he pushed deeper into her, until she felt his thumb pressing at her ass as well. She knew what was going to happen and relaxed her sphincter as much as she could. His thumb slid past her ring, stretching it even more, and she was sure she was going to split, but his hand slid even deeper, and suddenly her asshole closed dramatically, clamping about his wrist.

She came. Hard. Shaking, screaming into the gag so loud that even he heard it. Her cunt tightened and gushed, her clit throbbed, and she felt like she had burst open. Now there was no doubt in her mind that he had touched the core of her body. She couldn’t believe it: his whole hand was in her ass. Her ass clenched his hand, sucking it deeper into her as her whole body quaked. That was the last thing she remembered.

When she woke up, she was still locked down on the floor, and her ass was most definitely full. Slowly, his hand began to withdraw, and her sphincter was pulled outwards, causing her to go into one long orgasm as he slowly and deliberately withdrew his hand and fingers. She lost consciousness again.

The next thing she remembered was her Master rubbing her belly. She tried to look up at him, but found her eyes were still held shut. Her mouth was dry, and the rubber of the gag stuck to her tongue.

“My pet,” he said, his voice now amused rather than harsh as it had been, “I’m not finished with you yet.” Those words sent a shock through out her body, and her clitoris began to tingle again. She moved her arms and found that though they were cuffed, they were no longer trapped behind her back. Wiggling her toes, she found her feet still locked into her stilettos.

He pulled her to her feet and led her to another place in the room, positioning her with her feet spread slightly. He raised her hands above her head and secured them to something dangling from the ceiling above her. Once again, she felt pressure at her anus, but the plug slid into place with almost no resistance. The sudden intrusion caused her to yelp into her gag. His hand appeared between her legs, spreading her lips as two balls, about one inch in diameter, were pushed up her cunt. Her feet were moved again, closer together, and were locked back to the floor. Her hands were raised higher, forcing her to stretch despite the six-inch heels. She felt him lift one breast and suckle the nipple as he wound a thin rope around it several times. The rope was passed behind her neck and he did the same to the other breast, biting the nipple this time. When he released her breasts, the rope acted as a bra, supporting them, but also pulling tight and forcing her breasts and nipples to swell under the pressure. She belated realized the mask was gone, though the gag, blindfold, and collar were still firmly in place. She could hear him moving about the room. Something tickled the back of her neck, and she felt the gag come free from her mouth. Her jaw ached, and she stretched it.

“I gave you an envelope with instructions in it,” he stated firmly. She nodded, unable to speak just yet. He slapped one breast less than gently, but not quite hard enough to sting.

“Yes, sir,” she croaked.

“It had another envelope inside of it. One I had taped shut.” He paused, but continued before she could speak. “Did I tell you to open it?”

“No, sir,” she squeaked, already knowing where this was going. How could he have known? She had replaced the tape, and had been careful not to damage the envelope. The tape had torn when she peeled it off, so she had simply gotten another piece, even going so far as to make sure it was the same length. Not that there was much in the envelope, just one piece of paper with one word written on it.

“What did the note in the envelope say?”

She gulped and quivered before she answered, eliciting another swat to her breast. “Trust,” she whispered.

“And you opened the Trust Envelope without my permission. That is why I punished you tonight. But your punishment is not over yet—call this an exercise in learning to trust. Only when I can be sure you trust me completely will I let you start earning my trust back.”

With those words, he forced her jaw open and pushed the gag back into place and locked the strap.

“I bought a different butt-plug and did some work. This one is a vibrating model, and I have attached it to a battery pack, so it will be good for the entire night.” She felt her heart sink as he said this. “I know that if I simply let it run all night, you would go numb before you have even begun to learn the full lesson, so I attached a timer to it. Once every five minutes it will vibrate for thirty seconds. The Ben Wa in your pussy will do the rest, I’m sure.” He paused again, and then continued, sounding inordinately amused. “It is currently ten o’clock at night. I will return to release you in exactly fourteen hours, at noon tomorrow. I will decide what else to do to you then.” After a moment’s silence, he asked, “What time does your maid come in?” She, of course, was silent. “Ah, yes, you’re too overcome for words. Well, I’ll be back tomorrow, my pet.” And in so saying, he left.

She heard him leave, and he heart fluttered. Her maid came in every morning at nine o’clock. She couldn’t believe that not only was he going to leave her like this all night and the next morning, but that her maid would see her like this! She knew that he had the only keys…The humiliation she was doomed to suffer clouded her mind, and she thought of nothing else until the vibrating butt-plug began to dance inside of her, sending shock waves throughout her body. The Ben Wa balls in her pussy only made matters worse, as they continued to torment her long after the butt plug stopped. Every time she swayed on her heels or shook because of the vibrations in her ass, the balls jingled inside her moist quim, keeping her on the verge of orgasm. This is hell, she thought to herself in a rare lucid moment. The rest of her time was spent wondering what it would sound like when her maid found her.

Once outside her door and out of her range of hearing, he pulled out his cell phone and called her maid.

“She’s a little stressed out,” he said, “and would like to be left alone for a few days. Why don’t you take a week or two off? Paid, of course.” He knew the maid wouldn’t argue, and he was glad: this gave him enough time to have plenty of fun with his wonderful and dearly loved pet, as well as get the carpet steam cleaned. He knew it would need it.



Trust



I love mornings with you they can be wonderful and quiet with the most erotic thoughts racing through my mind...all the fantasies we live through at night come forth in the morning to rear up and take my body into that trembling ease of climax with the first touch of your lips against my pale skin. Last night though, played favorite to one of those moments.   

I was sleeping softly, mainly just resting my tired body after working out. When you crawled on the bed and laid down almost covering me I felt the rush of the days wares leave my body as I closed my eyes and started to drift into sleep. The weight of your body always makes me feel settled someone pinned down I guess, most people would feel caged or held down, with me its different I need to feel your body heavily. 

As my mind drifted off into the merciful clouds of sleep, your hand slipped underneath my stomach, grazing slightly my bare stomach. You slid your fingers down trailing into and beneath the softness of my panties. I pressed back against you slightly giving you more room to slid your hand into my panties. I lay still face down on the bed dreaming and enjoying your hands on my body, not fully awake but resting. As your fingers slid up n down my wetness I can feel the hiss of your breath at my neck as you find out how really wet I am. 

Your only intention had been to stroke me slowly, you weren't expecting me to be dripping wet and ready to accept your body in one thrust if the thought struck you. You pressed yourself between the backsides of my legs and ground your hips against my ass. I moaned softly, more aware now of what you where doing. I felt your other hand draw my hand down to your erection, still covered in cloth, straining to be released into my dampness and warmth. I feel you sit up and remove your underwear, I wait silently for you to take my own, but your hands never reach my hips. I lay silently on my stomach waiting for your next move, enjoying your show. You slid your hands up my sides and take my hands and raise them above my head. I moan as I feel your body pressed tightly against my heat. You put my hands on the head board and I slowly open my eyes and glance back at you.    

You lean forward and tell me to trust you, I look at you like your crazy as I see you take out a pair of handcuffs. You know I can't trust you, you know better, anger sparkles in my eyes half coated with desire. You dont even flinch as your eyes stay with mine, "no," I whisper...you look at me with all the world in your eyes and simply kiss my neck and ask once again "please trust me?" ...as you do so your erection is pressed against my wetness, my hips are now raised waiting for you, my body is reacting to your demands without my head, my breasts ache for your touch. I cry out softly as you press yourself tight against me. I close my eyes and my head drops down as I hold my hands on the headboard waiting for you to trap me. As I feel the handcuffs snap on I feel the whispers of your lips against my wrists. I suddenly trust you, even in such a vulnerable position. It could be sleep or craziness but I trust you. 

As soon as the handcuffs click I feel your hands slide down the sides of my body reaching around to cup my breast, to trail your short nails down the nipple. Your fingers brush against my turning stomach, as your hands wrap around my hips to raise them to the angle you want me at. You position me to accept your body easily, I feel your hand slide inside my panties again, making sure im ready for your body ... you groan, the first real sound you make besides those careful whispers. Suddenly you tug aside my panties and I feel the head of your erection pressed against me, my body gives slightly as I tremble between the need for your sex and the thoughts of what you can do to me. I scream, your body fills me suddenly with one thrust, your hand rests on the arch of my back as I press myself into you, wanting everything you can offer me. I hear your breath it seems so silent in the room that I can hear every gasp of air through your lungs traveling through your body, directly into mine. 

I cant wait I suddenly cry out with desire and completion racing through my blood. I moan and suddenly my body is fully arched in climax, I feel your hands on my hips pumping your body into me, your hands hold me up as my body crumbles beneath you, I feel your body still in me rushing to your own completion. I still tremble in shock and feel your body tighten with your own pleasure as you slip your hand under me while your other steadies my hips, suddenly your fingers glide against my oversensitive clit, I scream and feel my muscles contract around you, there is a rush of wetness and I feel your body release deep in me, I cry out loud as I hear your guttural groans as your body empties deep in me. 

My body gives way and I feel the softness of the bed beneath me, my head drifting onto the plump pillow. my arms ache for some reason, my body feels slightly abused, but nothing that makes me hurt. I turn slightly and feel the weight of your leg wrapped around me and your arm around my waist. I open my eyes slowly and see your face fully alert watching me with a look on your face I couldn't describe. I feel safe and warm and snuggle closer to your body. Im fully naked pressed against you and as I drift back into sleep I look at the headboard and see slight marks that look funny against the dark wood. 

You tuck my head against your chest and run your fingers through my hair and whisper in my ear, "Thank you for trusting me baby, I love you." Sleeping is so comfortable with you



Trust



She wanted him.

From the moment he stared into her eyes with steely determination and that devilish grin crept upon his face she knew she was hooked.

The only question in her mind was not if it would happen, but when. The agony of time's slow passage tormented her waking moment. She could not breathe without desiring his lips upon her bare skin or his hands running through the silky smooth strands of her hair.

She wanted him. Badly.

The night started with a twist as she had picked out a new outfit and undergarments to wear for what she secretly hoped would be a wild night of passion. She was hardly the type to be searching for attire in that section of the store, you know, the one occupied exclusively by the girls with the amazing bodies and the attitudes to match. Ah, but she was in fact browsing the skimpy leather skirts and the thigh-high boots. 

And she liked it. A lot.

Just the idea of dressing up for him and watching his eyes fill with the fire she longed to be immersed in was a rush of excitement. If she felt this sexy and aroused by the mere thought and preparation for the night, how would she feel when fantasy shifted into reality? The thought would not leave her head, and that was fine by her. She was enjoying herself.

Being someone she was not, at least not normally.

However she did have an inner demon, if you one could call it that. She enjoyed the erotic side of life, though she was often too shy and proper to ever explore it, but there was something about him.. about his eyes and his voice and his aura of supreme confidence that penetrated her most ardent barriers and left her naked before him. He saw exactly what she wanted, and she liked that. She would give it to him.

Repeatedly, she thought with a sly grin.

She laid out the outfit and got into the shower. The water felt like tiny pin pricks all across her body. She visibly shook with the tingling sensation that coursed through her. He made her feel so alive. She adored that. Glancing at the clock nestled next to her bed she quickly dried off and set to the process of drying her hair. She would look as magnificent as possible for her gentleman, and the fun would be unwrapping the present. Such thoughts streamed through her head as she busily went about getting dressed and situated for the evening ahead.

The anticipation was so great.

She followed the directions to the hotel he was staying at and in her rush she almost forgot the bottle of Merlot he had asked her to bring. She made her way to the elevator and ascended to the floor 23 and stepped out into a long corridor. After a brief moment to get her bearings straight, she proceeded down the left passage before coming upon his door. With a deep breath and pulling the extremely short miniskirt down just a little, she knocked.

Anticipation. . .

He opened the door wide and resting before her was a bouquet of her favorite arrangement of flowers, multi-colored roses. He invited her in and she was all but in shock at how he had figured out that small tidbit about her. She stood there silently, before he offered to take the bottle from her. Absently she passed it to him still admiring the gift he had so elegantly placed. This was perfect she thought. 

And then she felt it.

His breath grazing the back of her neck. She almost didn't want to turn around, she could smell him, not some cheap cologne, but his actual scent. It was delicious to her. She wanted to feel his lips upon her body so badly. Especially her neck, that was always a weak spot for her. He lowered his head near her right ear and whispered ever so seductively, "Turn around for me, my dear."

She obeyed.

Slowly she swiveled about, resting before him and beneath his penetrating gaze. His eyes bore into her and almost through her, and then the smile creased his lips. The smile of a predator that has not yet ensnared his prey, yet knows he has already won. He was toying with her. And she loved every moment of it. Suddenly the silence was broken. "You will do as I say. Nothing more. Nothing less. Your pleasure will come. You will trust me implicitly. Now, nod your head in agreement." This was a side of her she had never seen she didn't know how to react except to obey his desires. She nodded swiftly, still tingling with excitement and nervousness. He then spoke again to her.

"Good. Now, remove your clothes while I watch." 

She was stunned. What in the world was going on? She figured she would dine with him. He would amuse her with his incredible charm and tease her in his mercilessly adoring way. She was taken aback by the roses and the beautiful card he had sent her days ago. He had been the perfect gentleman up to this point, and now he expected her to just disrobed for him like some call girl? How dare he? She was far better than that, she was not here to play games, and she didn't appreciate being treated like that.

Or did she?

As much as she was telling herself that she didn't like it, the more thrilling the prospect became to her. Could that possibly be true? How could it? She wasn't like that, far from it. She had spent some wild times in college, which is to say she partied and slept with a couple guys she didn't know and never saw more than the one night of pleasure they shared, but certainly nothing like this. Time had worn on and she had matured, yet she could tell she was becoming more and more aroused by his look of almost satisfaction as he watched her wrestle with the decision. 

He was enjoying this.

And suddenly it occurred to her. So was she! She was about to speak to him and inquire as to how he knew she might find it appealing before she actually went through with it, but he merely raised his right hand in the air with his index finger extended and the words never seem to come to her. She fell silent and unsure of herself. She understood. She was not allowed to speak, not unless he told her to, and the sexual tension in the room which was once a fireplace was now a full-fledged bonfire. Breathing deeply to herself and living in the moment, she returned his smug expression with a seductive gaze of her own as she bit her lower lip.

"First your blouse." was all he said in reply.

Slowly she unbuttoned the blue silk blouse from the top to the bottom, trying her hardest not to fumble with this fundamental task while being as sexy as possible. She wasn't succeeding, she thought, except at becoming more and more turned on with each passing moment. Agony had turned to sweet ecstasy as the blouse hit the floor. "Good. Now, remove your skirt." She did as she was told, unzipping the side and letting it slip down to the floor. She stood before him in a lacy pair of dark blue bra and panties with matching garter and stockings. The thigh-highs were the icing to the cake, she thought delightfully to herself. 

"Now it is time for me to play with you," he said as his voice echoed throughout her mind.

He walked over to her now, and his finger touched the top of her right bra strap, slowly he slid his finger underneath and pulled the strap down. He repeated the process with the left. Each touch of his skin upon her own sent shivers through her body. She was doing her best to remain standing, let alone lobby some form of protest to his actions. She was enjoying herself far too much. He walked behind her and unclasped the bra. He returned before her, and leaned near her whispering, "You're going to enjoy this, watch." As he gently pulled the bra away from her body. She literally shook as her knees went weak. She was standing in a hotel room with a man she barely knew yet was trusting completely, doing things she never thought in her character, and best yet, loving every minute of it. She saw the look of hunger in his eyes as he marveled at her body. She wasn't the most beautiful or fit woman in the world, but she could tell that to him she was the only woman in the world at that very moment.

And she was the most beautiful.

She could not remove her eyes from him as he stood there fully clothed in a collared shirt and slacks. His eyes remained locked on her as he slowly trailed his fingers down her left arm to her waist. "Are you having fun?" was his only query before he placed his hands upon her hips. He moved in closer to her and placed his fingers inside either end of her panties and left them there for what seemed like an eternity of desire. She wanted him so badly, but she was frozen in her wants. He then flipped his fingers out quickly and unhooked her garter before returning his fingers and edging her panties down her body. He went with them as his tongue traced down her abdomen to her sex and he gently kissed her there. Again, she shook and let out a small gasp. He immediately rose to his feet and flashed a hint of fury as he almost hissed, "I did not say you could speak. No sounds." As punishment he pinched her nipples hard, squeezing them while looking into her eyes. The sudden sense of tremendous sensation left her in a daze. She didn't know what to feel except the sweet tint of painful pleasure. He twisted them and pinched even harder, the pain becoming more poignant. Then she felt his tongue upon each nipple, slowly licking and sucking each one, bringing nothing but glorious delight to her.

She was hooked.

And he knew it. She would not disobey again, lest she suffer a less lenient "punishment." His lips touched her skin softly as he kissed her breasts and worked his way up to her neck. He began alternating between licking, suckling, and biting. Each painful moment followed by one of immense pleasure. She was quickly becoming his and his alone. And she liked it. He would occasionally whisper into her ear, almost inaudible to her as she could not concentrate on anything but the intense sensations flooding her body. His nails digged into her back and raked up and down, she shivered with each pass, until they firmly grabbed her ass. She stifled an incredible moan by biting down hard on her lips. He stopped then and looked at her and whispered to her. "It is time to play." 

With that he literally threw her onto the bed.

She was unaccustomed to such force and desire, especially in the bedroom, and again she could barely keep up with what happened before as something new began. He then worked his kissing down her stomach to her lower abdomen. Down her left thigh around to her leg and back up the inner thigh working over to the right. Her legs remained closed, however, as she was quickly learning not to disobey. He almost growled at her as he said, "Spread your legs for me." The thought of what she was doing was exciting enough, but when she actually did it, she could tell she was more than hot and incredibly wet. He kissed her in a variety of ways before working his way back up her body.

Every inch of her was aching with enjoyment.

Aching.

He finally made his way to her neck where he grabbed a fistful of hair and roughly pulled back on it, the pain was brief and it exposed her neck for a new assault. She was still unsure of what she was doing and what all it entailed. She was completely foreign to anything even remotely similar to this, but she knew she was hooked. She couldn't deny the enjoyment she was undergoing, and she made it known with some clawing of her own, and the pleasure and moans that escaped his mouth made it known to her that she could play as well. She wanted to learn more and never wanted the moment to end. And end it did not for quite a long time into the wee hours of the morning. The evening ended with two bodies collapsing into a delectable entanglement of exhausted sexuality. Right before she drifted off into slumber in his arms she heard him whisper in his most seductive way:

"You are mine. No one else's. There is no going back now, my delicious slave."

A smile pursed her lips as sleep overtook her. 



Trust



We get home from the store, with our bag of goodies. You were wet the moment we went into the store. The whole way home you had your skirt hiked up begging me to play with your wet pussy. I put my hand on your inner thigh, but I didn''t touch you. I wouldn't touch you.

As soon as we are in the house you spin around and attach me. In the process you drop the bags on my foot. It didn't really hurt but I say to you to go to our room, and I will be up soon to punish you. You take off like a bat out of hell, flashing me your wicked smile.

I take my time. I pick up the bags, and start to go through them. Some purple silk scarves, a new two headed vibrator, and a fur lined cat-o-nine tails, which I know will cause you a little pain and a whole lot of pleasure. I get to the bedroom and see you naked on our king size bed with your fingers buried deep in your pussy. I order you to stop, which you do, but to prove that you are the one in control you suck your fingers off.

I tell you to close your eyes, and as you do that I slip a blind fold over your eyes. Then I have you lie down in the middle of the bed, a nice big king-size bed, and you look so small in the middle of it. We also bought the four-poster bed for a night just like this.

I first put on your blind fold and stretch your arms over you head, tieing your wrists together I ran a scarf to each post at the head of the bed. When that is done, I touch your face; I caress it softly, knowing what I'm about to do to you. My hand caresses its way down your body. I touch your soft neck, circling your breasts my thumb grazes each erect nipple. I continue down on to your belly button and when I hit your bush you spread your legs wide.

I try not to part your lips with my finger, but you are so wet I have little choice. I cup your pussy and give it a little squeeze. You moan and gasp when I sneak a fingertip into your tight ass. Even though I don't want I leave your pussy I must and before you can close your legs, I secure them to the bottom posts.

I reach for the bag of goodies and spread them out on the bed, the vibrator, whip, and one little thing I didn't tell you about. I realize I forgot one thing. I lean over your body, you feel my hard-on touching your pussy lips, I lean down and kiss your bottom lip, giving it a little nibble. Then I run my tongue over your neck to your ear and breath into your ear

" You be a good girl, I'll be right back."

I quickly leave the room. When I return, I do it very quietly, and I can see your body shaking with excitement. I pick up the whip and before you know it, I slap one of your breasts. You let out a moaning scream. I kneel down beside you and do it again, but this time as your mouth opens to react I grab the back of your head and put my hard cock in your mouth. As you suck me in, I get out one of the things I left the room for, an ice cube.

I circle the nipple that is red and hot from the whip. My cock is in the back of your throat and I can feel your moan from deep down. Still in your throat I give your pussy a quick slap with the cat. You bring your teeth down on me as you groan. I slip my cock out of your mouth, noticing the teeth marks, and move down your body. I take a fresh ice cube and start to rub your pussy with it. I slide it into your pussy. I can't believe how quickly your pussy is melting the cube. I take it out and run it over your clit again. With very little of the ice left I rub it on your mouth, letting you get a taste of your pussy. You open your mouth and suck the cube in.

I pick up a vibrator. I don't switch it on just yet. It slides into your wet pussy with no effort. I just fuck you with it for a few minutes. Then I pull it out and bring it to your mouth. You take it all in, sucking your spice off it. I put it aside for a moment while I get another ice cube. I circle your nipples until the cube is gone. They are so hard they ache, I pick up the vibrator again and turn it on.

You moan as it contacts one of your nipples, I then press the vibrator into the other nipple. You buck your hips wanting it, but I notice the pool of water in that beautiful valley between your breasts. I straddle your chest and place the vibrator between your legs, so close to your pussy that you can feel the vibrations.

I know the water isn't enough lubrication and I open the jar of edible lube, strawberry flavour the last thing we bought, I put a generous amount on the head of my hard cock, and holding together your breasts I start to fuck your tits.

I hear you whisper pillow and I know what you want. I put a pillow under your head and now when my cock leaves your tits, it enters your mouth. The feel of your tongue is so good that I feel like I'm about to cum. I quickly grab the whip and give your clit a quick slap.

As you buck against the restraints I kneel between your legs and grab the vibrator. I turn on the clit stimulator as I slip it past your wet lips. Within a minute of contact with the vibrator you start to cum, and before you can finish I pull out the dildo and put my face in its place. I keep eating you and I can feel your legs straining, wanting to wrap them around my head.

Just before you cum again, I slip two fingers into you and find your G-spot. You cum hard and wet. One leg breaks free and my hand has a big pool of your cum in it. I take my hand and pour it into your mouth and have you lick my fingers clean.

I untie your other leg and with the way your hands are tied you roll right over and put that beautiful ass in the air. I give your ass a few slaps asking you

" Who told you to roll over!"

With your ass nice and red, I slide the vibrator back in, but this time the clit isn't getting the other tip. I rotate the vibrator in your pussy as you start to rock back and forth. I time it so that when I thrust the vibrator hard into you, the vibrating tip enters your ass, and you scream out in joy. You are enjoying the rhythm too much so I give you a few more slaps with the cat. You start begging me to let you cum. I give you another slap on the ass and one on your clit just for asking.

Keeping your hands tied together, I release you from the bed. Your hands go straight for your clit. I continue to fuck both of your holes as your orgasm approaches. The scream you let out comes from deep within. I can see you grinding your teeth as you cum, you beg me to spank you as you cum. You bring yourself to one and then two and finally you collapse after your third orgasm.

Your hands are still under you as you lay flat on the bed. I'm looking down at you and your red ass as I reach for the lube. We haven' t had real anal sex yet, but I figured that if this was a night of a little pain and a lot of pleasure, tonight would be the night for your ass to get fucked.

As you lay there catching your breath, I lube up my cock, and then I run my hand down the crack of your ass. You give a little hmmmmmmm as I work my lubed finger into your ass. You start moving your ass with my finger and I can hear your fingers working your pussy again. I straddle your legs just below your ass and guide my cock slowly into your tight hole. I go an inch at a time, so you can adjust to it. When I'm buried to the hilt I lean over and give your shoulder a playful bite, and whisper in your ear "Do you want to watch me fuck you in the mirror?"

"OH GOD YES!" was your answer.

I reach down and take your blind fold off. Your eyes are sparkling. I then reach underneath you and untie your wet hands. You prop yourself up on all fours and start to fuck me. You are slamming your ass back into me. You start to go faster, so I start to move as well.

We are fucking very hard now, and I reach to your head and grab your hair and pull your head back. The noise you make is enough to make me cum. I spray the insides of your ass with my cum, and you squeeze your ass to milk it dry.

I fall on you and roll into a spoon position, with my cock still in your ass. We lay like that for awhile until you hope out of bed and dash out of the room. You come back with a wet warm towel. I'm lying there as you wash me, feeling how good it is. When I ask you what you are doing, you give me a ittle smirk and tell me that it is now my turn.

      FIN...............?



Trust



She stood in the corner fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Her nose to the wall, hands clasp behind her back and her bottom thrust out - she was in punishment position.  Lately, she thought, that seemed to be where she was spending the most of her time. 

What had happened to them? So alike in so many ways, neither had been prepared for this turn in thier journey. As His control of her had spread from the games they played in their bedroom into thier every day life; she had found it harder and harder to submit. Submitting her body to Him had been the easy part...submitting her will was so much harder! So many times she would forge ahead - thinking only of herself and forgetting that she now needed to remember Him also. 

She heard Him enter the room. She tried to still the feelings that coarsed through her body as she heard Him walk across the room and stop just behind her. She wanted to turn and look at Him so badly but dared not remove her nose from the corner; knowing from His past lessons that she was to hold her position until He released her from that corner.

She hadn't meant to shout at Him. The words were out before she could stop them from tumbling through her lips. Angry hurtful words that she had immediately wished to take back. Unable to, she did the next best thing and burst into tears. This had softened His reaction just a bit and instead of a hard spanking she expected, she found herself being led to the corner and told to 'assume the correct position please honey'.

She had known what to do and had placed herself into the corner. Now He was back. She tried so hard not to move. What would He do now? Would He punish her? How? Her body shuddered at the thought although she wouldn't blame Him if He did. During the last few weeks she had been just horrible. She knew that He had reached the end of His patience.

He stood behind her quietly watching her as she stood proudly in the corner. He saw the stiffness in her back as she tried to control herself and not turn to look at Him. He was glad that she controlled the impulse as He would not want her to see the smile forming now on His lips as He watched her struggle with her pride and her need to be controlled.

They had talked long into the evening the night before. Having had a few months of serious ups and downs; He had finally forced the issue and made her sit down and listen to Him. She was jumping to too many conclusions lately and He didn't like it. She was to stop, He told her, or face punishment. She had agreed. She knew that He was right....she had been too quick with her temper lately, she had jumped to conclusions and attacked Him. She had been very busy testing Him and His control. He had never failed a test yet.

So she had asked Him to help her with this and He had agreed. But that was last night and today she had fallen back into old habits, deciding that she knew what His plans were for the day and snapping at Him without even giving Him the chance to explain. That had lead her to the corner. After all, she had asked for help and He was a good Dom.

He smiled once more at the vision she made with her nose in the corner like that, her well rounded bottom stuck out waiting for what she expected to be a long, drawn out spanking and lecture. But she was a lucky sub and He had more in mind for her tonight. He was about to guide His sub one step further down the road in thier shared journey. Last night she had consented. Tonight she was His to guide.

She tried not to move when she felt Him slip a blindfold over her eyes. He had never blindfolded her for punishment before!!! What was He doing? Before she could answer her own question, she felt His thumb on her lips forcing her to open her mouth while He inserted His favorite penis gag. It took everything she had to stand in that corner with her nose to the wall and her bottom pushed out....waiting. She was sure now He was going to beat her...why else would He gag her? 

He stood back and looked at His sub and noticed the slight slump of her body. He was a good Dom and had taken the time to learn about His sub. Sensing her need, He took ahold of her arm.  He whispered in her ear...'honey? I want you to trust me tonight. That is very important to Me. Do you understand? Can you give Me that?' 

She shot Him a look. How could she answer that? He had gagged her....grrrr and then she realized....she could nod.  She nodded her head yes. and then He surprised her even more by telling her to walk with Him. Still holding her firmly by the arm, He led her into the dining room.

'Up on the table honey' He told her as He lifted her so her butt was sitting on the table. She felt Him take first one ankle and then the other and place cuffs on them. 'Spread real wide for Me honey' He instructed as He tied first one of her legs and then the other to the legs of the table. She lay on the table on her back, her legs spread wide open. She loved to be wide open and exposed, just waiting for Him.

She heard Him come around and then felt Him take each hand and put on her wrist cuffs. Pulling these tightly over her head, she listened to Him tie each arm to the remaining table legs. She pulled a bit on her arms and legs when she felt Him move away; testing her bounds only to find they were very secure. She could not move.

A moment of panic and then His voice again in her ear....'trust Me honey' and she relaxed a bit. Perhaps she wasn't going to be punished after all? Maybe He was just going to play with her; tease her in that way that made her so crazy with desire.....she squirmed just a bit. Maybe she would even be allowed to cum! She squirmed.

He approached the table and noted the wetness forming between her legs.  Smiling, He reached own and run one finger through the wetness of His pussy. It was His. She had given it to Him. He told her when she could touch and when she couldn't. He controlled her orgasms, loving to hear her beg Him with desire for permission to cum for Him....almost as much as He loved making her beg Him not to let her cum. He almost laughed out loud.

But He had a lesson to teach and sometimes being a Dom was damned hard work. He grimaced looking at His love bound out on the table in front of Him and knowing what He had in store for her. Taking a deep breath, He leaned down one more time....'remember honey....you promised to trust Me....don't you dare disappointment Me'.

One kiss and then He was gone. She couldn't move and could feel the hard coldness of the table on her back and bottom. Her legs were pulled very far apart and she could feel the lips on her pussy being pulled wide also. She tried to listen to hear what He might be doing but she heard nothing. 

And then she heard the doorbell! It couldn't be. He didn't share her. He wouldn't let someone in with her bound to the table like this. She knew better than that. But she could hear voices in the hall. More than one! Oh my God she could hear many voices. What in the world could He be doing?

She froze when she heard the dining room door open and the sounds of people laughing came into the room. She pulled at her binds. She would kill Him!! He knew her limits and crowds were not for her. She had never even played in public. She was so mad!!! He wanted a strong subbie did He? Just wait till she got free, she thought.

She heard someone approach her. Who was it? What was going to happen? She couldn't believe He was letting this happen. When she felt someone reach down and twist on one of her nipples, she almost jumped off the table; would have in fact bolted and run if she had not been tied down. She felt the other nipple harden and tighten in response to the pain and her face reddened when the room filled with laughter again.

She tried to yell though her gag. She couldn't see a thing. Another hand reached out and twisted the other nipple. She tried to pull away but she couldn't move. She tried to yell again as her nipples were roughly pinched and pulled and she felt clover clamps being placed on each throbbing orb. She could hear people talking all around her....and again they laughed when someone reached out and pulled the chain on the clover clamps tightening them on her nipples and causing her to moan.

Voices were all around her. Where was her Master? How could He do this to her? He must know she would never ever ever forgive Him. He must not want her anymore! How could she have been so stupid as to behave so badly that He would use her like this?

As soon as she was free she would pack up all her stuff and leave. Dom or no Dom she would never trust Him again. Tears formed in her eyes as she remembered His words of 'trust me'....how could she have been so wrong as to trust Him? Had she ruined everything being so willful?

She had never been this angry before...not with herself and certainly not with Him. She felt hands on her legs and pulled so hard on her binds that she felt the table move slightly as she tried to avoid the fingers that seperated the lips of her pussy and invaded her. As they thrust deep inside of her and rubbed on her clit, she felt another enter her ass. How many people were touching her? 

She tried to count voices and lost count at 15. She felt pegs being placed on the lips of her pussy and the lips being pulled so far apart that it hurt so bad she cried out. She heard the sound of tape and felt first one side being taped to her leg and then the other; leaving her wide open and exposed. What would they do to her next?

And then she heard Him. One finger touched her pussy and He declared to the crowd...'look how wet she is!'  She felt her face get hot as first one dildo and then another was pushed up into her holes and moved in and out causing her to get wetter and wetter. She felt someone licking and sucking at her clit. 

She started to cry. And He was right there, taking her hand whispering into her ear...'I love you honey....trust me' and she calmed a bit. The dildos were removed. She winced when the tape was pulled off. The pegs were taken off her pussy lips and she gasped at the pain. She was allowed to rest for a bit. The voices died down a bit and she lay on the table praying that they were all leaving....

And then the room was full again....even louder than before....she could hear the laughter of women and men. She cried out as the chain on the clover's was pulled one more time and then both clamps removed at once allowing the blood to rush back into her bruised nipples. She squirmed on the table as the feelings ran through her body. 

She heard the flogger only seconds before it hit. Her breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her legs....all of her was struck at one point or another. She tried to count the number of floggers and voices and couldn't do it. One of the floggers made contact with her sore nipples and she moaned again as feelings of pleasure cursed through her body bringing on much laughter from the room.

And then they were gone and she was left to lie on the table and just listen to the voices and the sound of people eating and enjoying themselves. Finally goodbye's came and the last person left. She was still tied to the table and she lay there and welcomed the silence. As soon as He untied her, she would leave.

Her blindfold was removed and she glared at Him as He smiled down at her. 'You did so good tonight honey....you made Me so proud'.  She tried to tell Him how much she hated Him with her eyes. Just wait till He got this gag out of her mouth......she was going to tell Him a thing or two.

He removed the gag while asking her........'did you enjoy yourself tonight My honey?' She was still bound but that didn't stop her...she began to yell and curse at Him. After a while she noticed He was just standing and looking down at her and smiling and she shut up long enough to wonder why....

She looked up at Him and He began to untie her. 'So you want to leave Me huh?' He glared at her. 'what happened to trust?'

'Trust went away when You voilated my limits' she spat at Him. She pushed away from Him and climbed off the table and started across the room....stopping only when He grabbed her by the arm....

'Just one thing before you go honey please?' He asked and she glared at Him once more trying to shake off His hold on her arm.

He looked at her with such pride as she stood naked in front of Him and still managed to challenge Him. "Was it hard on you to be on the table while all those people were eating?' He asked surprising her....'You know...the smell of the food and everything?'

And then it hit her! She had smelled no food. No perfume....no cigerette smell...no smell of drinks....nothing.  She looked at Him with puzzlement as He smiled down at her and walked over and turned on the stereo in the corner. She heard the sound of a door opening and people laughing coming from the speakers and looked at Him in amazement.

They had been alone all night!

Trust.



Trust



“Do you trust me?” His deep, soft voice whispered in my ear. He was behind me, his hands gently caressing my shoulders and upper arms. Something in his voice made me hesitate. Did I trust him? I was looking at our bed. At the things he had laid on it. There were padded restraints fastened to the corners, a dark scarf on the pillows, and odd shapes under another dark scarf. 

If I let him fasten me into those restraints, I would be helpless, completely in his power. He was still softly stroking my arms, his breath soft and warm on my neck. He was patiently waiting for me to decide. I felt quivery inside. His slow hands were tracing trails of heat along my arms and hardening my nipples in response.

I took a deep shivery breath. “Yes,” I whispered as I exhaled. He slipped my robe off my shoulders, leaving me nude. He urged me gently to the bed. I lay down. He took my right wrist and kissed it, his lips feathery on the sensitive skin. He fastened the restraint and kissed my palm. He did the same with my left wrist. My arms were now outstretched over my head. Then he took my right ankle and fastened it. He gently kissed my instep. 

The quivery feeling was stronger and I was beginning to tremble. He stroked my left ankle and fastened it, kissing my instep. He stood by the bed, his eyes studying my bound and helpless body. He slowly removed his robe. His penis had already swelled into a magnificent erection. My nipples were throbbing pebbles and I felt the wetness begin to ooze out of my vagina. 

He picked up the scarf on the pillow and gently covered my eyes. The last thing I saw was his smile as he securely blindfolded me. I felt his warm breath on my cheek. His man-scent was arousing me more. His lips touched mine, soft, gentle, lingering. His tongue teased my lips, my tongue as he made the kiss last until I was breathless.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. The question confused me for a few seconds. Hadn’t I already shown that I trust him? I was bound and blindfolded, helpless. He was waiting for my reply. I could feel his patience.

“Yes,” I whispered. I felt something against my lips urging me to open my mouth. I did. The gag was not uncomfortable, but secure. Now I was truly helpless, unable to see or speak, barely able to move. I trembled. 

His fingers began stroking my legs, soft, gentle caresses that made me quiver and moan. He took his time. His fingers traced my body, over my hips, along my ribs, around my breasts, over my throat, never—quite—touching my nipples or my clitoris. I was writhing, trying to put my body where he would touch the most sensitive parts. 

I groaned in frustration. I couldn’t tell him what I wanted. I was hot, aroused. I wanted him to pinch my nipples, to rub my clitoris, to make me climax. Now his lips were on my body and the pressure, the need built. His tongue teased my nipples. I arched up to him, almost over the edge. Please! Please! I wanted to beg as the pressure built higher. His thumb rubbed my clitoris. Yes! Please! I pushed my hips against his hand. His fingers slipped into me, gently massaging my inner walls.

Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He pinched the other one between the fingers of his free hand. And I climaxed. My body thrashed and pushed against his hands and mouth as the intense spasms rippled through me, going on and on.

He finally drew back from me, allowing the orgasm to subside. I was breathless, moaning, my body still rippling with the fading spasms, when he pushed something hard into my vagina. The muscles clamped down on it. I felt him fasten straps around my hips to hold it tight in me. He kissed and teased my nipples until I was writhing, wanting. Then the sharp pain of the clamps surged through me, making me shudder. Something cold lay across my chest. A chain? I felt another line of cool metal down my stomach. I heard the click of metal. Something being fastened together.

Then the vibrations started, intensely stimulating my vagina. I started to squirm. The movement caused a sharp tug on my nipples. The vibrations increased. Ohgodohgodohgod! The more I writhed and squirmed, the more my nipples were pulled and the stronger the vibrations in my vagina. I was moaning, whimpering, wanting the torturing sensations to stop.

I climaxed again, my body thrashing in pain and ecstasy as my nipples were pulled and pulled and the spasms in my vagina went on and on. He did not let it stop. Each time my orgasm peaked and started to fade, the sensations increased. I was sobbing, writhing, my body convulsing until I had no thoughts. Only the exquisite spasms coursing through me until I fainted.

A sharp smell. Smelling salts. I was given no rest. The vibrator had been turned down to a gentle, constant stimulus. He slowly removed it. I moaned softly in relief, a relief that was short lived. He was stroking my over-stimulated clitoris. I was trembling. He pulled on it gently until I felt it swell. Then he clamped it. I would have screamed at the sudden pain, but the gag prevented it. 

Now my nipples and my clitoris were connected. A touch on any of them was instantly transferred to the others. He tugged on my right nipple. The stimulus went immediately to the left nipple and to my clitoris. Oh god! He was going to make me climax again! Now he kissed my body, feathery light kisses as he stimulated my nipples and clitoris. I arched trying to scream, trying to beg him to stop. It was too much. I was going mad with arousal. He kept on until he pushed me over the edge again. Spasm after spasm. Hard, muscle straining orgasm that went on and on only to increase when he plunged his steel hard erection deep into me. The hot friction of his massive penis moving hard and fast in me along with the continued pulling of my nipples and clitoris took me to mindless, continuous orgasm.

I never knew how long he kept thrusting into me. I could only spasm in climax until he had thoroughly sated himself in me, filling me with his hot ejaculate. His kisses were gentle as he slowly eased from my quivering, throbbing body and removed the clamps. He softly caressed my trembling body.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. I could only nod, yes.

Then he began again.



Trust



"Trust me."

He whispered it to her as he slipped the black silk blindfold over her eyes. His breath was hot in her ear, making her shiver...or was it the anticipation of what lay ahead that had her trembling? No matter.

The blindfold securely in place, he took her hands and slowly, gently led her forward. Her other senses heightened, she was preternaturally aware of all around her: the light odor in the air of apples and peaches; the warm, soapy-clean scent of her lover. She heard the cottony whisk-whisk of his jeans as he walked with her, the silken rustle of her own clothing and, from another room, the steady, ticking heartbeat of a clock. She sensed rather than saw the deepening dimness as they moved from room to room and down a hallway, to the rear of the house. She heard the quiet snick of a door opening, then she passed into warmth and the door was shut behind them. 

He kissed her cheek then, and wordlessly began to undress her. He deftly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders to drop on the floor. She felt his fingers on her back, searching for the clasp of her bra, and she smiled, saying mildly, "It opens in the front."

"Ah."

Corrected, he unhooked her bra and tossed it away to join her blouse. Next he unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down to puddle about her feet. Taking her hand, he helped her step out of the skirt, nudging it aside with his foot. She was left wearing the three items he had specifically requested that she make a part of her wardrobe that day: black stockings and suspenders, and black vinyl knee-high boots. She heard his quick intake of breath as he took a long look at her, turning her slowly to get the full effect.

Still, he did not speak.

He let go her hand, leaving her to stand, docilely awaiting his next move, and she smiled to herself as she heard his now-familiar undressing sounds. 

When next he touched her, it was to snap handcuffs about her wrists, snug, but not too tight. She could tell by the feel of them that he was using the medieval pair, and again she shivered, feeling her nipples tighten into sudden, hard points. He pushed her back against the door. The chains on the handcuffs jingled as he elevated her arms high above her head, securing them to a hook placed above the door. He knelt in front of her then, guiding her legs farther apart, tying a black silken scarf around each ankle. This done, he tied the end of each scarf to other hooks set into the wall at either side of the door. 

Still kneeling before her, he gazed at her. Her hair, the colour of molten lava, cascaded in curls to the small of her back. Her face was pale beneath the black blindfold, her cheeks slightly flushed, her rosy lips parted from her heightened respiration. Her breasts were pulled taut, the nipples pebbly and blushing dark pink. His gaze traveled from the black suspender belt cinched about her waist, down the white vista of her tummy to the neat triangle of dark auburn curls nestled between her creamy thighs, framed by the black belts of the suspenders.

His cock--which had hardened the instant she'd stepped into his house--began to throb.

He leaned forward slowly, inhaling the sweet scent of her, like vanilla ice cream with a hint of sea-salt. He exhaled, his hot breath blowing over her pubic mound, stirring the silken hair and causing her to moan softly. He glimpsed jeweled drop of moisture between the pouting lips of her pussy, and averting his desire to lick it, he deliberately blew a stream of hot air onto her swelling clit. Keeping his mouth close to--but not touching--her pussy, he reached out and grasped each of her booted ankles, sliding his hands unhurriedly up to her knees, the vinyl squeaking and creaking against his palms. He felt her legs begin to tremble. He kneaded her flesh, his fingers reaching her stockinged thighs. He leant his head down to kiss the inside of one leg, above the boot-top, then the other; deep, slow, sucking, nibbling kisses which made her sigh out loud:

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..."

Desire was raging in her, the heat inside her pussy grown intense, her juices flowing, dripping. She knew he was not to be hurried, so pleading would be in vain; and restrained as she was against the door, she had no choice but to submit to his will.

His mouth, biting, sucking, had reached her groin. He licked across her pubic hair, seeing her clit, swollen now and pulsating. He ignored it. Kissing the inside of one thigh once more, he rubbed his hand up and down the flesh of the other, letting one finger graze her pussy just enough to moisten the tip. Sliding it further back, questing surely, he found her asshole and, with no hesitation, pushed his finger in. She cried out, not in pain, but in pleasure, and he continued to massage the hole, going back to her dripping puss for lubrication as needed.

He stood then, pressing his body against hers, his cock pressing boldly and insistently into her tummy. As she writhed against him, groaning, he bent his head to her tits, kissing, sucking, then gently biting the tender nipples, a low growl in his throat.

"Oh, please," she gasped breathlessly, grinding against his hard-on, "I want it in me..."

"Shhhhhh..."

He let his finger slip from her ass then, and taking her tits in both hands, he squeezed the pale globes of sweet flesh, grinding his cock into her belly. He squeezed harder as she moaned, pushing them upwards so he could lick and bite her nipples. She rolled her head from side to side against the door, straining against the chains and cuffs that held her firm. Sucking hard on one ruched nipple, lashing it with his tongue, he released her tits and grasped the cheeks of her ass from behind, and pressed her to him hard. His balls slapped her gently just beneath her pussy, and he began to grind tantalizingly against her clit, eliciting more moans and groans from her. Sliding one hand up her back, he took a handful of her hair, just below her skull, and wrenching her head back, asked her, "D'you want it now? Well? Do you?"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeeee..." It came as a long, agonised wail.

"Well, have it," he growled.

Resisting the urge to ram his cock brutally into her, he entered her slowly. She was slick and wet, so ready and yet so tight...He clenched his teeth together in exquisite pleasure as he pushed into her, feeling her cunt contract and pulsate on his hard-on. Halfway inside her, he stopped. Ignoring her protest, he withdrew a bit, pausing, and then entered again, slowly, once more only half-way. He repeated the teasing withdrawal, feeling her pussy clutch at him, try to keep him. When only the head of his cock was lodged inside her, he paused once more, holding still for one heartbeat, two, three...then surged forward, impaling her fully on his cock. She gasped out loud and shivered, and he held tight inside her, pressing up and back, the whole length of him inside her. 

At last he kissed her mouth, working at her dizzily, rapturously, her tongue meeting his eagerly. She moaned into his mouth, writhing on his cock, grinding her clit against him hungrily. He held her tightly, both hands plunged into her silky, flame-coloured hair, and plundered her mouth with his tongue. Too greedy to wait for him, she thrust and thrust against his body, determined to take what she wanted from him if he would not give to her. Incoherent in her ecstasy, she squirmed and twisted on his cock and he let her, feeling the tide rising inside her, her supreme moment coming closer and closer until she tore her mouth from his, her head snapping back to smack heedlessly against the door as she hitched in one great breath and her pussy spasmed and pulsed on his cock and her whole body arched and she screamed aloud in the throes of her release. For a long instant she froze, her body stretched tight as a spring, and then she relaxed completely, bonelessly, held up-right only by the bonds on her wrists, her head lolling forward onto his shoulder. She sighed mightily, shuddered, and was still.

"You're welcome," he quipped, and she giggled deliciously.

He reached up then, and detached the chain holding her cuffs, lowering her arms gently. Her arms went round his neck--the cuffs still on--and she inclined her head to kiss him tenderly, a cat-that-got-the-cream smile curving her lips. She put those lips close to his ear and flicked out her tongue for a tantalizing lick, murmuring, "Your turn now?"

Still inside her, his cock stone-solid, he could have cum himself in a stroke or two, but he had his mind set on taking her another way. He slowly disengaged from her, then bent down and untied her ankles.

Keeping one of the silk scarves in hand, and leading her by the chain which connected the handcuffs, he led her the few feet to his bed. He lay her down on the crisp linen sheets, a pillow beneath her head, and again put her arms above her head, using the scarf to attach the handcuffs' chain to the headboard of the bed. Straddling her midriff, he took the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the bedside lamp, then focused their attention on his cock. Her tongue slipped out and she licked her lips, then looked into his face, her eyes glowing hotly. He moved forward, over her face, and her sinuous tongue flicked out again, lapping at the underside of his balls. She licked them thoroughly, all that she could reach, then tongued the underside of his shaft, sending quakes of pleasure through his body. He shifted a bit, and slid another pillow under her head. She resumed licking his cock eagerly, crooning "Mmmmmmmm" and tracing its every vein and bulge with her tongue-tip. She nibbled at his foreskin, using her lips and tongue to slide it over the head, then down again, up again, then down again, her tongue swirling wetly over the crown. She pushed her tongue-tip into the slit, vibrating it and then lapping at the pre-cum that oozed from it, looking up at him, her eyes gauging his pleasure and expressing her own. He slid a hand beneath her neck, holding her firmly, and pushed his cock head against her pursed lips. She let it slip in a fraction of an inch, then she tightened her lips and sucked him in. Oh, gaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwd, her mouth! His hand tightened in her hair and he fucked into her mouth, her tongue fluttering and dancing all over his cock. He could feel the cum begin to boil inside his balls, so he pulled away and took a few deep breaths, his heart hammering in his chest.

He moved to the side and expertly flipped her onto her belly, at the same time pushing at her hips, sliding the pillows beneath her. Her ass in the air, he moved behind her, taking in the sight of her smooth flesh, the suspenders, stockings and boots, the sweet slit of her pussy between her thighs. His cock just nudging her moist cunt, he slid a finger into her, then out again, transferring the wetness to her pink, puckered asshole. She moaned in anticipation, wriggling her ass impatiently. The head of his cock well-lubricated with her juices, he began to slide it into her, slowly and teasingly. Eagerly she pushed back against him, and he sank into her up to the hilt. Holding her hips, he fucked into her, strong, steady strokes, her ass gripping him like a hot velvet glove. Her muscles contracted, squeezing him, and he groaned, battering her harder. His balls slapped against her and she bucked against him, corkscrewing her hips. 

"You like that, baby?" he panted. "You like my cock in your ass?"

She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes glinting and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Yes!" she told him. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He continued to ram into her, lifting his hand every 10 strokes or so to smack her ass, making her cry out, "Oh, yes!"

The flat slap of his palm against her ass spurred him on, and he slipped one hand beneath her to stroke her swollen clit. 

She groaned out loud and gasped, "Cum for me, cum in me, oh baby, yes, let me feel you..."

His cock swelling inside her, the cum beginning to churn in his balls, he thrust into her, again, again, slapping her ass, riding her, harder, harder, the wave approaching, coming closer and closer, heart hammering, his vision a blur, and then he was cumming, cumming, cumming, spurting hotly as he rammed into her yet again, the intense pleasure wrenching a roar from his throat as she squeezed and bucked beneath him, calling out his name; and he thrust in mightily and held tight inside her, his scalding cum filling her ass and oozing out between their tightly joined bodies. He collapsed on top of her, still deeply buried inside her, his face in her hair, his hands sliding around her to cup her breasts tenderly as they sighed in unison and drifted away...



Trust



"Do you trust me?" Tony asked.

"of course baby." She replied, She was intrigued, her boyfriend of 6 months sounded nervous.

"Good can you come over tomorrow night?" he sounded happier now.

"sure can, what time?" the conversation turned mundane until,

"Oh and wear something sexy." his tone was light almost dismissive.

Jo had been dating Tony for 6 wonderful months now. At 18 she had been a late starter most of her friends had been active for years but he had been her first, it had seamed to make him more determined to have her when she had explained why she had recoiled from his advances at first.

She smiled to her self recalling the many skills he had taught her since then, her hand drifted down her body as she imagined his tongue on her pussy, he certainly knew how to please.

Jo spent the day shopping with her friends Kelly and Sam, as it was Saturday the shops were heaving with bargain hunters. Jo had already picked out a perfect dress for the evening, unsure of Tony's plans she chose a simple yet effective pink slip dress with spaghetti straps. It flowed over her delicate curves clinging to her hips and breasts just enough to give a hint of what lay beneath, now she needed the perfect present to hide behind the pretty wrapping.

The three girls giggled nervously as they scanned the offerings in the lingerie section of a large department store. Jo spotted the perfect Basque, strapless and a delicate shade of cream it was just right, teamed with a g-string that hardly covered her triangle of fluff the girls agreed she would have Tony begging for more, a pair of lace topped stockings became the icing on the cake. A quick trip to the shoe shop later and she was all set, she had thrown caution to the wind with the 4 inch white stilettos now in her possession.

After an hour spent totty spotting (drinking coffee whilst eyeing up the male talent) with the girls Jo decided she had better go get ready, she said her goodbyes not knowing how much she would have changed when they met again.

At 7pm as arranged Jo tottered up the long drive to Tony's house. As successful surgeons Tony's parents were well off to say the least but they were grounded with it although their house boasted 8 bedrooms and its own pool they refused to give in to the local trend for servants so it was Tony himself who answered the door. 

He was around 6 ft 2 inch tall with shoulder length brown hair, it was as always tied neatly back into a pony tail showing off his gentle face, piercing blue eyes sparkled as he saw Jo, his gaze swept slowly over her body.

"Very nice." He purred, He guided her into the main hall gently pushing her forward with a large hand pressed in the small of her back. She was gazing up into his eyes as he propelled her into the informal living room they used; Tony' s parents had pretty much turned it over to him allowing them privacy when they were at home. Jo was already aware that they where away in Europe this week and unlikely to return until the following Sunday.

Jo stopped suddenly just past the threshold of the room surprised to see two of Tony's college friends already there. 

"I thought it was just the two of us tonight." She pouted becoming very child like.

" Well," Tony began " I thought it was time I introduced you to my two best friends." 

Tony explained that the three had been friends since they started school and had chosen they're levels so that they could attend the same technical college. 

They were all of course the same age 19 but the similarities ended there, James was small in build, around 5ft 8inch but well defined muscles still showed under his white t-shirt and his legs strained in his levis. Adam was in short Adonis made flesh, Golden shoulder length curls shone in the evening light, his eyes were a deeper blue then Tony's but no less striking his highly developed chest formed a triangle to his almost wasp like waist. He had an almost too perfect golden tan that made his white teeth all the more prominent. 

While Tony was filling her in on the trios childhood escapades Jo became increasingly aware of the two newcomers studying her, their eyes took in every curve she felt as if she were on display and to her surprise found it exciting

"You see Jo," Tony was finishing his stories, 

"we share everything, always have always will." 

He looked at her expectantly; slowly it dawned on Jo just what was happening 

" Oh no you can't mean me!" she half-heartedly laughed hoping that Tony would join in and tell her she had got it all wrong.

"Just think abut it Jo, three times the fun and three times the pleasure." It was Adam that was talking as he moved to the two seater where Jo and Tony sat. He perched on the arm and began stroking Jo's leg. Jo shifted uncomfortable with the amount of attention she was receiving.

James walked over and took Tony's seat and began nuzzling her neck. Tony was now kneeling between her legs with her hand in his,

"You said you trust me." he was looking deep in to her eyes,

"I do Tony but I'm not sure if I can do this with two people I just met." she was finding it hard to concentrate as James continued to caress her neck.

"I'm not going to let any one hurt you we just want to make you happy." he smiled to Adam, 

"I'm just going to get everyone some wine, why don't you get better acquainted." Jo looked pleadingly at him

"I'll only be in the kitchen babes, do you think I'd leave you if I didn't trust these guys."

His warm smile put her at ease somewhat but her heart was still pounding as he left the room.

Adam was now kneeling where Tony had been, 

"just relax honey." his hand was now rubbing her thigh dipping just under the hem of her flimsy dress. His fingers brushed the lace of her stocking tops as James slid the straps off her shoulders. She felt the warmth in her belly surge as Adams hand worked higher taking his time as if waiting for her to stop him. James was now kissing her collarbone his tongue weaving its way down her body with and agonisingly gentle pace. Jo couldn't help but wriggle under the men's caresses a small sigh escaping her lips.

"See, we knew you would have fun." James growled, his passions fueled by her obvious enjoyment.

They gently pulled Jo to her feet James lifting her arms above her head while Adam pulled her dress off over her head both men murmured their approval on discovering her choice of underwear. They led her to the larger sofa and laid her down they then sat one at each end her legs draped across Adams lap and her head resting in James's. Adams hand was snaking up her thigh again but this time he was following it with a trail of soft kisses his blond hair adding to the sensations, James was stroking the front of Jo's Basque teasing her already erect nipples.

Jo was almost purring now she had never felt so horny even with Tony. James began unhooking the Basque gasping at the sight of her freed breasts. Although not huge Jo had never felt small she was a 38C and felt it was enough and James's attentions told her she was right. James unclipped the suspenders and discarded the Basque as Adam slowly rolled down her stockings removing her shoes and placing them on the floor. Jo felt a little flip in her tummy as she realised a small triangle of silk was all she had left to cover her. James had positioned himself with his face above her chest and was sucking on her left nipple like it was a delicious lollypop, rolling his tongue round the nipple and gentle nibbling. 

Jo thought she would explode right then and there but somehow the fire in her pussy although throbbing stayed in control. Adam was now knelt between her legs his kisses having reached the tops of her thighs he began easing a finger into Jo s moist panties, with so little material to hinder him it wasn't long before he buried a soft thick finger into Jo's over heating pussy. She gasped arching her back and pushing her nipple further into James's eager mouth.

Another digit joined the first and soon Jo had three of Adams fingers sliding into her sopping wet hole. His thumb rotating the sensitive nub of her clit circling it pressing just enough to send her into spasms.

James sucked had on her right nipple while fondling the hard bud of the left. Jo was bucking and moaning now all fears lost to the amazing feeling of the men's attentions. She could feel her self getting closer as Adam stepped up the pace pealing the G-string off totally and giving him self unhindered access. He began pumping his fingers into Jo harder she began to shout as he filled her to the knuckle using his other hand to rub her hard clit teasing it with his fingers gently pinching just enough,

"Oh god!" she was delirious thrashing about on the sofa Adam pounding her pussy at one end and James sucking her tits as is they were his life blood. Moments later Tony returned to the room to see his girlfriend come all over Adams hand grinding down and screaming in ecstasy her back arched as James sucked head on her nipple.

As she returned to earth she saw the boys smiling at her 

"you like the idea now?" Tony asked he had unfastened his hair, which was now cascading down his back. He knew she found long hair irresistible.

"I think I can live with it." she grinned wickedly pushing James back and tearing open his jeans. 

His 10inch cock sprang into view with a hungry look in her eyes Jo sank her lips over his shaft feeling it become harder as she sucked. She could feel him begin to grind his hips towards her mouth. Oh no you don't she thought I'm in control now and she let him slip from between her lips. James moaned and tried to guide his throbbing cock back into the warmth of her mouth but she held him at bay teasing the tip with her tongue. She smiled up at him and licked away the drops of pre cum that were beginning to escape him.

James had his head thrown back, eyes half shut lost in the sensations she was creating. Spiralling her tongue up and down his shaft she teased until she sensed he could hold back no more and once again plunged her head down hard taking him deep into her mouth. She sucked and licked until with a whimpering sigh James slammed his cock up deeper into her throat and filled her eager mouth with his seed.

Tony laughed as his girlfriend sat back on her heals wiping James's cum from her face, 

"I told you I taught her some good tricks, and now my dear its getting late I do believe its time for bed." He led her up the impressive staircase into one of the many bedrooms, in the centre of the room was a large four poster bed. He led her over and gently pushed her down onto it. The sheets where silky and slightly cold against her skin. Tony positioned her so she was lying in the centre of the bed. He kissed her hand and moved it so her arm was pointing to the bedpost. Jo's eyes widened as she saw the silk tie already fastened to it.

"Tony what are you doing?" she asked trying to move away. 

"Trust me hon, have I ever hurt you?" he kissed her gently and tied the silk round her wrist, he did the same with the other so that she was completely immobilised. His long main was brushing against her erect nipples causing little bursts of flame in her belly.

Reaching down the side of the bed he produced a silk blindfold and tied it gently but securely over her eyes, Jo couldn't move or see but god could she feel, he hadn't touched her yet but her heart was hammering and her pussy was drenched. She heard the other two enter the room and both men commented on the view. She felt someone kneel on the bed next to her and a hand began stroking her leg. Another hand was caressing her neck and a third began to sweep across her belly. She was in heaven her senses were going wild, she didn't know where or when the next touch would be but she was arching her back trying to reach their hands.

Agonisingly slowly a hand began to snake along her leg towards her overheating pussy she tried to move and speed his progress but couldn't move down the bed because of the ties a frustrated moan escaped her lips, 

"Patience," purred Adam "were in control now." The thought of being at the mercy of these three hunks was driving her mad she wanted to be fucked hard and fast but no matter how she pleaded they took their time. When a finger finally brushed her clit she nearly screamed, it felt so good, her hips bucked as he began circling his fingers round the little bud, another hand began caressing each nipple in turn, gently pinching them causing her to gasp. She felt someone straddle her chest and a very hard cock brush her lips she opened greedily gobbling down the long shaft. 

She nearly bit down as she felt a finger enter her hole another soon joined the first and she began to find it very hard to concentrate on the task at hand. She tried to ignore the sensations being produced by the owner of the fingers buried in her pussy, someone was now sucking on her nipples nibbling and rolling them with their tongue. She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth and heard Tony moan he pushed deeper into her mouth. The hand between her legs was beginning to fuck her harder with his fingers adding another stretching her wider. She began to run her teeth over the head of Tony's cock, just the way she knew he liked it as she felt the waves beginning to build.

Moments later she bucked and pushed the fingers deeper as her pussy tightened pinning the fingers deep within her. She sucked hard on Tony pushing him over the edge and filling her mouth with his familiar taste. Jo felt someone move to between her legs pushing her knees up to her chest. A finger began teasing her asshole; it dipped into her pussy and rubbed the juices into the tight hole. She was beginning to feel the heat rising in her belly again as she felt a cock nudge against her ass. Jo whimpered slightly as it pushed into her passage. She felt stretched but the pain was way outmeasrured by the intense pleasure rippling through her body. With one final push the cock slid all the way in causing her to cry out. The cock began to slide slowly in and out drawing gasps of delight with each thrust.

"Harder!" Jo demanded and was rewarded with a sharp thrust that lifted her hips off the bed and caused her to scream in ecstasy. The pounding continued until she was thrashing as much as her bonds would allow. Just as she thought she would explode the cock withdrew

"NO!" she screamed hands began untying the bonds on her wrists and removing the blindfold. Three naked grinning men greeted her,

"why did you stop?" she demanded.

"We thought you might like to choose which cock makes you come!" Tony replied

Jo looked form one to the other trying to decide which of the throbbing shafts would be the winner

"I can't decide!" she admitted

"We were hoping you would say that." said Adam

James lay down on hi back with his knees hanging of the bed and they guided Jo so that she was straddling his hips. James lowered her so she was impaled on his impressive cock, Tony was now stood behind her and she squirmed as she realised why. He held her cheeks apart as he inched slowly into her well-lubricated asshole. Jo groaned and pushed back forcing both cocks deeper into her. Adam was now kneeling astride James his rigid cock level with Jo s mouth she sank her lips over the head and began sucking flicking the head with her tongue, slowly all three men began to fuck Jo, a cock in every hole, she had never felt so full. Tony and James were rocking in time driving both cocks into her as she pushed back forcing them a deep as possible while Adam was holding her head sliding in and out of her mouth as she licked and sucked, fondling his balls and rubbing the base. 

It wasn't long before the air was filled with the sounds of moaning and wailing as one by one they shot their loads pumping Jo full as she bucked and thrashed lost in the throws of her own orgasm.

They collapsed into a sweaty tangled heap as Tony smiled at Jo

"See I told you to trust me." 

Jo just laughed and slapped his bare backside as they kissed and one by one fell asleep. 



Trust



I feel you before I see you. I know you are behind me and my heart beats faster, my pulse races and I feel my cunt grow damp.

I'm stood next to the heatless fireplace, my hands on the mantle. I long to move them, to turn and hold you against me but know that to do so would reward me not with a kiss but with a lashing.

I'm dressed exactly as you ordered me to be, a white shirt and tartan skirt with a black bra and matching thong. On the way here I could see men looking at me, the bra was clearly visible through the thin cotton of the shirt. When I crossed my legs in the cab I could not help showing the suspenders I wear and I knew that the cab driver could see them. I felt a thrill when he looked at me in the mirror and I was tempted to uncross my legs and show even more of myself to him. But I didn't because you had not told me to; you're my master and I can no more defy you than I could fly.

You press yourself against me and I feel myself wobble on my heels. You run your hands down my body, from under my arms to the bottom of my skirt. You feel the tops of my stockings and touch my thighs, my bottom. You inspect me, making sure that I am exactly how you ordered me to be. 

You appear to be satisfied for I feel you move away from me and hear you open the door of the cupboard next to the fire.

"Close your eyes," you tell me as you tie the blindfold around my head.

"Master..." I say, unsure of what is happening.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"No," I hesitantly reply.

"Then why did you?"

"I...I don't know Master." 

"I'm disappointed in you Slave. I thought you were a good girl."

"I am Master," I exclaim, despair filling me at the thought of displeasing you.

"Then why did you speak?"

"I'm nervous about the blindfold," I confess. I had been scared of the dark as a child and a little of the fear was coming back to me.

"Do you trust your Master?"

"Yes sir."

"Then let me do what I know is right for you."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry if I've upset you."

"I know you are. I'm afraid though that because it you will have to be punished."

"I understand Master. I've been bad and know that I deserve it."

"Good Slave. You know that I am only doing this because I love you."

"I love you to Master."

"I know. You're not to move, not to make a sound until I tell you, do you understand."

I open my mouth to answer but realising what your words meant nodded instead.

"Good, you're learning Slave."

The blindfold makes me more aware of the sounds around me. I hear you walk to the cupboard and take something out. You come and stand next to me and I feel you slowly undoing my skirt. It falls to my feet, leaving my bottom exposed to you. You say, "Remember, don't move and don't make a sound. If you do it will be even worse." 

I nod and wait.

After what seems like an eternity and first blow comes. The pain fills my world. I'm relieved that it's the paddle not the whip; there is no way I could have kept quiet if it had been the whip. I wait for the second blow.

It comes a few seconds after the first closely followed by three more. My bottom feels like it's on fire, a burning that is answered by one in my cunt. I long to feel you there but know that the games have only just begun.

Once more I feel you beside me. Your hands are upon me, pulling the front of my thong aside and thrusting you fingers inside me.

"You're cunt is so wet you dirty little slut," you hiss in my ear. You take you fingers from me and put them up near my mouth. I can smell myself on them. "Taste them slut," you command and I open my lips for you. I suck my juices from your fingers, relishing the rich taste of cunt.

"You like the taste of cunt, don't you slut?" I nod. "Do you long to taste someone else's cunt?" Again I nod. "Are you telling me that your master isn't enough for you, that I don't satisfy you?"

"NO!" I yell out before I can stop myself.

"You haven't learnt your lesson yet then slut". You walk over to the cupboard once more. "I think you need to be taught a lesson you will never forget."

Your tear the shirt from me, buttons flying around the room. You don't bother to take off my bra, just take my breasts from the cups. I feel the collar being fastened around my neck. You touch my breasts, teasing them. I arch my back to push more of my flesh into your hands. You pinch my nipples, twisting them until I gasp. Then you put on the clamps that are attached to the collar by a thin metal chain. The pain shoots through me and down to my sopping cunt.

"Spread you legs apart slut, I know you know how to do that."

I do as he asks. A large vibrator fills my aching cunt. You push it into me as far as it will go and then let my thong hold it in place. You turn it on to its lowest setting and I feel it moving inside me. You press the other button and it begins to vibrate against my clit. 

"You displeased me a lot today and must not cum without my permission. If you do then I'm afraid I'll have to punish you again."

I nod, a cold sweat breaking out all over my body. You know what the vibe does to me and yet have denied me permission to cum.

This time you use the whip. Five blows against my bottom, being careful to make sure that you do not hit the same place twice. You take your time in delivering them, letting me take a few deep breathes in between each strike. The feelings in my nipples, in my cunt and in my bottom all connected and I knew I would not last much longer.

"Turn around. Put your ams around you back."

I take my hands of the mantle and do as you ask. It's the blow across the nipples that is my undoing. In that instant my release is upon me. Even as the ecstasy floods through me I cry out "I'm sorry Master."

Once I've recovered you say, "Get on all fours Slut."

I do as you ask me. You pull down my thong and I feel the cold of lube on my arsehole. You enter me with one thrust and I feel you fill me completely. Your hands reach around to turn up the power of the vibe and I know that it won't be long before I cum again. As you thrust into me my bottom hurts from the whipping but that only added to the pleasure rising in me once more. 

"I'm going to let you cum Slut but not before me, understand?"

I nod and fight the feelings building within me. You thrust as deeply within as you can go and I feel you fill me with your cum. I scream as my own orgasm hits me. We collapse into an untied heap on the floor both of us gasping for breath. Tenderly you take the clamps from my nipples and the vibe from my pussy. You put it to my lips and I eagerly suck it clean.

"Now, about your punishment..."



Trust



She came home from work and shut the door and leaned against it. What a bitch of a day, she thought. She hated getting home after dark. She threw her keys and purse down and kicked off her shoes. She picked up her shoes and began walking to the stairs when she noticed how quiet it was in the house. No TV, no radio, no sounds at all. She looked into the living room and didn't see anything, walked to the kitchen and didn't see anything amiss there either. Something was different. When she made her way back to the staircase she then noticed the post it not on the wall. She pulled it off and read it. 

Take off your shoes. She laughed, dropped her shoes and started up the stairs. In the middle of the stairs she saw another note.

Take off your blouse. She raised an eyebrow, and decided to play along. She took off her blouse and dropped it on the floor. She took 2 more steps and found another.

Take off your skirt. She smiled and slid her skirt past her hips and left it on the stairs and continued to the top of the stairs, she found another note.

Take down your hair. She reached up and unpinned her hair, shook her head and let it tumble to her shoulders. She walked to the bedroom door, standing only in her green bra and panties. She rolled down her thigh high stockings and read the next note at the doorway.

Enter only if you are willing to turn yourself over to me and be pleasured all night long. Well this was interesting, she thought to herself. She smiled and pushed open the door. The room was lit up with candles which were all over the room. She breathed in the scent of them and saw the bed turned down and saw pink rose petals strewn on the bed, and on the floor leading to her feet. She also saw a huge vase filled with pink roses at her side of the bed. She took a step into the room and heard the door close behind her. She started to turn around and felt his hands on her shoulders, and felt warm breath at her ear. 

"Don't turn around." He whispered. He slowly unsnapped her bra and smoothed it down her shoulders and took it off. "Close your eyes." She heard him say. She did so, wondering what he was doing. She felt him tug at her panties and pull them down her legs. Suddenly she felt something on her face, a silk scarf. She felt him tie it at the back of her head. 

"What are we doing?" she whispered. 

"Didn't you read the note before you came in here?"

She remembered the note, and the phrase turn yourself over to me. She took a deep breath. She wasn't certain what he meant to do, but she knew he would never hurt her, so she smiled and nodded. 

"You'll turn yourself over to me and let me pleasure you?" he murmured into her ear. Kissing her neck slowly, reaching around and cupping her breasts and massaging them. She gasped and felt him step up behind her and realized he was completely naked. She felt his warm chest against her back and felt his hips push against her rear. She breathed heavier, reaching back with her hands and touching his hips. He reached down and took her hands in his and held them at her tummy. 

"You can't touch yet." He whispered. "This is for you right now. 

He released her hands and stepped in front of her, pulling her to the bed. He turned her around and she felt the mattress at the back of her legs. Not being able to see anything she was dependent upon him, she realized. She felt his lips caress hers softly. 

"Will you?" he said against her lips.

"Will I what?" she asked, forgetting the question. 

"Let me pleasure you." He ran a finger down her throat and between her breasts. He cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. She lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth; she loved kissing him like this. "Is that a yes?" he whispered. 

"Yes." She whimpered against his lips. 

"Lay down on the bed, baby."

She slowly sat down and lay down on the bed and sighed deeply. The bed and the room smelled of roses and she felt the petals against her skin as she lay back. She felt him sit down at the side of her. She felt his hands on her hand, he lifted it and she felt something smooth and silky against her wrist. He repeated the movement with her other wrist and she realized her hands were now tied to the brass bed. 

She felt his lips against hers and kissed him back, relaxing into the kiss and sliding her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hands up her arms and back down again. He massaged her breasts and flicked her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back so she could feel more of him. 

Suddenly he was gone. She moaned at the loss of him, but heard him in the room. She whispered his name. 

"I'm here." She heard him whisper and then he was, sitting back beside her again. She felt the mattress dip when he sat down and she felt him lean over her with one hand. She felt him lean next to her face. 

"Do you trust me sweetheart?" she heard him whisper into her ear.

"Yes." She said without hesitation. "I trust you." Realizing as she said that she completely did. She felt something on her cheek, something soft and velvety feeling against her lips, stroking down her chin. 

She felt it brush down her throat, run across the tops of her breasts, then glide between them. She then felt it circle each nipple softly, brushing across her nipples and making them harder. She gasped softly and arched her back.

"What is that?" she whispered.

She felt it drag up between her breasts and up her throat and brush across her lips. She felt it come to rest on her lips and she inhaled and smelled a rose. She smiled and sniffed the rose deeply. It was suddenly gone, and she felt his lips against hers as his body leaned against her. His lips moved back and forth over hers, barely touching them. She felt his tongue graze her top lip and then felt her lower lip being sucked gently into his mouth. 

His hands were on her breasts, thumbing her nipples and making them harder than they already were. She moaned and felt his tongue enter her mouth and he sealed her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. She tangled her tongue with his, arched her back and sighed against his mouth. She lifted her hips up from the bed slightly, wanting to ease the ache that was building in her.

She felt his mouth leave hers, kissing his way down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point. He kissed his way down to her breast, and licked all around the nipple, teasing her and smiling against her breast. He opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple, closing his lips around it he sucked gently. She gasped and arched her back and pushed her breast into his mouth. 

He closed his teeth around her nipple gently and tugged on it, pulling it softly. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it repeatedly, hearing her gasp and moan. He brought one hand up to her other breast and massaged it gently, pulling on her other nipple and making it harden against his fingers. She moaned and writhed against him, arching her back and lifting her hips up from the bed over and over. 

He dragged his tongue up her breast and neck and kissed her earlobe. 

"Easy." He whispered. "I'll get you there. I want to touch you first."

He then slowly slid down her body and spread her thighs open and settled between them. He slowly ran his hands over her thighs and grazed her pussy lips with his fingers. He gently blew against her pussy, looking up to see her lips open wide as she gasped. He smiled and leaned in, spread her outer lips and took a long lick all the way up her dampening pussy.

She moaned loudly and spread her legs wider. He held her open and nuzzled his nose against her clit, then flicked his tongue against it softly. Her hips bucked up off the bed, but he held her down and continued working his mouth on her. Licking her inner lips lightly, pushing his tongue into her opening, then dragging it up to her clit and massaging it long and hard with his full tongue. He held her hips in his hands and moaned into her pussy, letting the vibrations add to her pleasure. 

She writhed on the bed, her hips pumping up and down against his mouth, moaning loudly, urging him not to stop, to make her cum on his tongue. He slid up her body, kissed her lips gently; she could taste herself on his lips. He reached under the pillow beside her and slid back down her body. 

He kissed her clit softly, and then she felt something against her lips. She felt the humming and heard the vibrations and gasped. She felt him run the vibrator up and down her pussy, just outside of it and whimpered. She braced her heels into the bed and thrust her hips up to his mouth. He held her down with one hand on her tummy, murmuring to her, telling her to relax. 

She felt him insert the vibrator, pushing it in a little at a time, then pulling it back out and pushing it back in again. He did it repeatedly, slowly, and gently, in and out of her pussy, while she writhed on the bed, tugging on the scarves the bound her, and panted for him to let her cum. He slowed the thrusting even more than he had been and leaned up and placed his lips on her clit and sucked it softly, flicking his tongue over it fast and sure. She bucked up off the bed, begging him to let her cum, moaning his name over and over. 

He began thrusting the vibrator in faster, sucking harder on her clit, finally letting her get to her climax. Sliding the vibrator in to the hilt he let it lay inside her and turned up the vibrations, and sucked her clit harder, moaning against her hot and very wet pussy. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and looked up and watched her body lose control, as she arched her back, ground her pussy against his mouth, and moaned loudly until she cried out his name and her body stiffened and she came hard, pulling hard on scarves that held her wrists, and fell back on the bed.

He pulled the vibrator out of her and laid it on the table beside the bed and slid his body up on top of her, bracing himself above her on his elbows. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, listening to her pant and come down from her orgasm. He stroked her hair away from her forehead and kissed her longingly. 

She opened her mouth and kissed him back, tasting her essence on his tongue. She moaned against his mouth, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his chest. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and slipped her tongue into his mouth, stroking it against his. 

She felt him pull away and whimpered.

"Untie me." She whispered. "I want to touch you."

"Not yet." He murmured, and licked her lower lip. 

"Then let me see you." She begged prettily. 

"Alright." He agreed, and pulled the scarf off of her head and untied it in his hands. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her. 

She blinked and looked at him and smiled. She watched him sit up partially beside her. He dragged the scarf across her breasts and raised his eyebrows as he watched her intake of breath and her nipples stiffen again. He then dragged it down her tummy, with it just barely touching her skin. He let it rest just above her pussy, letting the end brush her hair. She whimpered his name, and shifted her hips. 

He rose up on one arm and let the scarf drag down her thighs and then back up again. He looked down at her, moist lips parted, her slight heavy breathing, and her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He pulled the scarf up over her breasts, up her arms and back down again, feeling it catch he looked up to see she had grabbed it with her teeth. He tugged lightly and she bit down harder and shook her head slowly. 

He smiled and laid his forehead against hers. 

"Let go." He warned lightly.

She shook her head and said no through her teeth. 

"Let go, or I'll give you something to do with that pretty mouth." He grinned. She raised her upper lip and barred her teeth at him, daring him. 

He reached down between her legs and stroked her clit with one finger. She cried out in surprise and he pulled the scarf away, laughing. He rose up on his knees, by her side and looked down at her. Her eyes widened as she saw how hard he was and she licked her lips. 

He ran his hand over her hair and looked down at her. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it lightly. 

"Remember when I told you to let go?" he whispered. She nodded and smiled at him. She moved toward him as much as she could, let her breasts brush against his cock, never taking her eyes off of him. He groaned and pushed his hips toward her mouth. She opened her mouth and licked the head and heard him moan as he held her head and pushed his cock into her mouth slowly. 

She sucked the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue all over the head, and then fully stroking the head with the length of her tongue. She looked up at him, seeing him looking down on her and whispering to her not to stop, stroking her hair. She tugged on the scarves, wanted to be let go so she could touch him. She pulled her mouth off of him and leaned back. 

"Untie me, please." She whimpered. 

"No." he whispered and leaned over her and settled his hips between her legs, and bracing himself on his arms above her. 

"Please David, let me go. I want to touch you." She tugged on the scarves, and whimpered. 

He shook his head and leaned down and kissed her mouth softly. He shushed her against her lips and kissed down her cheek and buried his face in her neck and bit down gently. He shifted his hips and pressed his cock to her pussy, pushing the head against her clit and stroking slowly. 

She moaned and pushed her hips upward, loving the feel of him against her. He slowly pushed his cock downward, letting it rub her clit all the way as he rocked against her. He leaned back bracing his weight on his knees and put his hands under her knees and lifted her legs and spread them wide, and slowly pushed the head of his cock downward and into her opening. 

He groaned and pushed deeper into her pussy, feeling her warmth encase him. He felt her raise her hips up to meet his and thrust himself all the way inside her. He leaned forward and braced himself over her and began to pump his hips slowly against hers. She moaned and lifted her hips up and wrapped her thighs around his hips. She arched her back, loving the feel of him inside her and on top of her. She tugged on the scarves, and whimpered at not being able to touch him and hold him. She looked up at him with her eyes wide and pleading.

"Please." She begged. 

"Alright," he whispered and tugged on the scarves one at a time and released her arms. She sighed and pushed herself up with her feet and arms and forced him to sit up and bring him with her. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned into his chest.  

He held her close to him and tangled his hand in her hair and raised her head up to him and met her mouth with his as he settled back on his knees with her against him. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped herself tighter around him, rocking against his hips. She suddenly rocked harder against him and pushed him onto his back. 

He lay back, stunned she'd pushed him over and laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him and leaned over him and lifted up her hips and thrust down quickly. He groaned loud and bucked his hips up against her. She smiled a womanly smile and began to pump her hips against his and ride him. She lifted her hips up and down over him. Lifting herself almost all the way off of him and then thrusting back down onto him, she rode him until she began to whimper and moan. 

He opened his eyes and saw her biting her lip, her eyes closed, and her head falling back. She began to grind her hips onto his wildly, moaning his name over and over. He reached up with one hand and held one breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb, and with the other brushed her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge. 

She cried out and ground onto him, clenching his cock inside her and arched her back and came. She fell forward and he reached up to catch her and hold her to him as her body shook on top of his. She fell against him and buried her face in his neck, panting hard. He stroked her hair and whispered her name as he let her calm down, feeling her breathing slow, and her heart beat begin a regular beating. 

He felt her lips against his neck, her little licks with her tongue, and moaned into her ear. He stroked her back and gently rolled her over with the weight of his body. She looked up at him with glazed eyes and smiled. She stroked his lips with her fingers and whispered his name. 

He leaned down and kissed her deeply and pushed his hips forward. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms and legs around him and shifted her hips upward. She pushed her tongue against his and sucked it into her mouth. 

He kissed his way down her neck and buried his face against her shoulder. She leaned in and whispered into his ear. 

"Cum inside me, David." 

Her words sent him over the edge and he began to pump fast and furious inside her. He thrust his hips against hers, grunting against her shoulder, hearing her whisper into his ear, urging him to cum inside her, hearing his name on her lips, he pumped once more and came hard inside her. He went rock still for a moment, and then fell on top of her, his face buried in her neck breathing hard and fast. 

She stroked his back and shoulders, whispering his name and telling him how much she enjoyed him. He rolled over and pulled her with him, so they were both on their sides facing each other, kissing her gently on the lips, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. 

She kissed him back, holding his face with her hands, tangling her legs with his. The lay holding each other for a long time, enjoying each other and relaxing against each other. She pulled back and smiled at him. She ran her fingers over his lips. 

"You did all this for me?" she asked, looking around at the room, seeing the candles, the roses, and seeing petals strewn all over each others bodies as they had moved all over the bed. 

"Well," he began, "I think both of us benefited from it." He chuckled, and kissed her softly. "But yes, I did this for you." He then lay back and pulled her with him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

"You are so sweet." She whispered and kissed his cheek and laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. 

"Yea well, only for you. Don't let it get around. You'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled softly. 



Trust



"Do you trust me?"

She had come, dark, through the doorway, pushing her way in from the rain. Her hair was a mess and her coat tucked around her jaw and lips. He stood there, one hand at his side and the other extended toward the door he hadn't had to open. Dumbfounded, he stared, and she pulled down the collar of her jacket.

"Do you?"

He hadn't seen her in three months. She'd stormed at him and disappeared, left for underground, and all he'd heard were whispers of her whereabouts and her indulgences. She was beautiful still, but wild, and the rain was streaming down her cheeks like tears, black with makeup.

"I..." he stammered, unsettled and a little afraid. "I don't understand."

She undid the three loose buttons on her coat and let it fall to the floor, around her feet, in the doorway. Underneath her shoulders and arms were bare. She wore a simple black dress but he had always loved her shoulders. "It's a simple fucking question," she said, her lips wet. "Do you trust me?"

He backed up a step and looked down at his hands, now twisting together several inches from his bellybutton. "I... yeah. I do, I mean, you've never given me reason not to."

He looked up at her, his soft blue eyes wide. She looked back and for a moment the hardness in her face broke as a smile slipped through. It was over quickly but her cheeks were more flushed than before. She pursed her lips. "Promise?"

Her voice was low and quiet. Something in him snapped and he threw his arms around her and pulled her close.

"I missed you, Ivy."

She whimpered and pressed her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "God, I missed you, too."

They clung close and tight for what was at the same time an eternity and only a second. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away, hard, causing him to stumble slightly as he stepped back into the couch behind him. Her greenish eyes were angry. She raised a hand and slapped him roughly across the face, her aim off, clipping him in the jaw. His eyebrows pressed down and he glared at her. She raised the other hand, clenching it into a fist, and went for his face again, but he grabbed her tight by the wrist.

"What are you doing?" He whispered loudly, afraid to be too noisy, her wrist still in his grip.

She pulled away from him, twisting out of his grasp. "I'm angry at you!" She whispered, indignant, her eyes and cheeks violent. "Now you listen to me --"

"No," he interjected, grabbing her shoulders. "You listen. I'm not taking any of your shit tonight."

She turned so she was one-quarter facing him, her eyes still on his. "I've taken your shit for too long," she hissed, and leaned forward, biting him sudden and hard on the lower lip. He pulled away with a yelp, sucking his newly-bleeding lip into his mouth.

"You fucking bitch!" He cursed at her. The two stared off for several agonizing moments before he pulled her in and pressed his lips roughly against hers. She refused to return the kiss for a second but soon gave in, pushing her tongue forcefully into his mouth. The kiss was violent and passionate, angry, and she tasted the blood from his lip flowing into her mouth. She pulled back and spit his own blood on his face, angry.

"Get off of me," she growled, testing him. He wiped the blood from his face with an open hand.

"You slut," he spit, and grabbed her, kissing her again. This kiss was longer, deeper, less angry. His hands were forceful on her waist and hips, and she pressed her thigh into his crotch, feeling his erection grow against her. Her hands were in his hair, pulling, and on his face and then tearing at his clothes. She pushed him backward on to the couch behind him, and they tumbled together, breathlessly trying not to lose the kiss.

"Fuck you," she breathed hot into his mouth.

"Bitch," he whispered low, nibbling her lower lip. "Whore."

The rain-water dripped from her hair down on to his face, sliding around the curve of his nose and settling with the sweat on his upper lip. He grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing, and then pushing her dress and bra down to pinch her nipples hard. She let out a short, loud sound, and he kissed her hard to shut her up. "Keep your fucking mouth shut, whore," he said, and she kissed him back more passionately, pushing his shirt up over his tiny tummy and flat chest. Her hands roamed his torso, cold and damp against his warm skin. Soon his shirt was up and off over his head, the kiss only breaking momentarily.

She moved up, straddling his abdomen, and pressed one of her small, round breasts to his lips. He pulled the nipple in, licking it gently, and she left out a soft moan -- until he bit down hard. She could see the grin in his eyes and on the corners of his mouth. She pulled her breast away, raised a hand and slapped him violently across the cheek, leaving a thick red mark. He groaned and grabbed a fistful of her wet hair, pulling her head down for a kiss.

In a moment her hands were at his throat, and he looked at her with panic in his eyes as she cut off his breathing. "Your jeans," she whispered, smiling, and raised herself up on her knees. His hands moved down his sides, around her, and he undid his belt and jeans in a hurry, pulling out his thick, hard cock. She continued holding her hands against his throat and he let out panicked choking sounds. "My panties," she hissed at him, and fumbling, he clumsily pushed the crotch of them to the side. She pulled her hands away from his throat and he gasped for breath.

"F--uck-- Ivy--" he choked, and she grabbed his cock in her hand, shoving herself down onto it. He gasped and let out strangled moans as she started to ride him, her rhythm slow, pushing down all the way and then riding up until just the tip of the head was inside of her. She placed her hands on his chest and paced herself, fucking him hard, engulfing him with her warmth and wetness. The cotton of her panties rubbed against one side of his shaft as she lifted herself up and down on top of him.

Soon he was pushing his hips up to meet her, their rhythms working together. She gasped softly and sped up, moving her hands from his chest to his shoulders, pinning him down into the soft couch. His groans heightened and she began to whimper softly as she neared climax. "Oh fuck, God, it's been too long," she moaned quietly, and he did nothing but nod and swallow. She leaned down, pressing her exposed breasts against his chest, and as they both flushed and neared release, she kissed him hard. Their mutual orgasm rocked them both, illiciting gasps and low moans, as her muscles clenched around him and a shudder wracked her body.

He exploded into her, hot and wet, and she felt all of him coursing through all of her as if they were made for eachother. She removed her lips from his and laid her warm cheek against his sweaty collarbone, feeling him grow limp inside of her.

They laid like this for what was at the same time an eternity and only a second. And then she moved up and off of him, adjusting her panties and pulling the top of her dress back up. He laid half-naked on the couch, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, as she pulled her coat back on. She smiled at him.

"I really did miss you," she said, her hand against his forehead. He gasped and nodded.

As she stepped out the door, back into the rain, a soft sound came from the bedroom. "Ash?"

It was his girlfriend.

"Who's at the door?"

Ash stood up, shaky, did his jeans up and pulled his shirt back on. He knew he smelled like rain and sweat and blood and sex and Ivy's soft perfume, but he hoped she wouldn't notice.

"Nobody, honey. Just someone trying to sell me something. I'll be right there." 



Trust



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the ravings of a lunatic. Copyright H20wader. Edited by techsan, I add material after the edit (a weakness I know but I cannot stop) so all errors are mine alone.

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It was family night. The one night a week when the family gathered in the family room and met to talk of joys and the things that were happening in the lives of each family member. I started, like all family nights, with a prayer for the continuing health, safety and love in our family. The eldest son was in charge that night. Each child had a turn at being in charge. This would give them confidence to carry out any tasks they may be assigned in the future. As each child had six weeks to prepare, family night could be anything, from board games to charades to object identification by touch of various and sundry household items. It was fun and reinforced the family ties. 

Edward was now a young man. At 18 he was an ‘A’ student and played baseball and soccer for his high school. His senior year was going great. There were also several colleges that really wanted him to attend their schools. He was only half-listening to the college offers because he and the family knew he had an obligation to the Church first. He would be in the mission field before college.

Emily was 16 and beautiful like her mother. She had the hair, the eyes, the walk, and all the mannerisms. She would be a fine woman just like her mother. She would talk tonight about forgiveness. Some friend of hers who did not belong to our Church had made a mistake and was with child. Emily would tell how this had changed the young woman’s life and her family’s life. Fortunately, the young woman had decided on adoption. She would need all the friends she could find.

The twins were 13, Erin the girl and Eric the boy. They were always scraping about something. They loved each other but they were trying to be twins and different at the same time. They did not look alike or think alike but they were very good students. 

Robert was the smart one. In kindergarten he had been found to be years ahead of his classmates. Tests had shown an IQ and an intelligence far beyond the present possible measurements. He was only ten but was taking college courses while in the fifth grade. My wife and I worried for this child. He was so intelligent and so inexperienced that we feared he would be hurt badly in finding a world that did not understand him. 

The baby was just seven. Another copy of her mother. Joanna was the one who received the attention as the baby of the family. Moreover, she gloried in it. The family agreed that she was spoiled and rotten and we all loved her so very much. 

My wife, Virginia, was the core of our family. She was the glue that held us together. She knew where the children were and what they were doing every minute of every day. The large calendar in the kitchen had every appointment, every practice, every meeting, every pick-up and drop-off. I truly believed that if she lost that calendar the entire family would be lost. 

She looked just the same as when I met her in Church almost 21 years ago. Black hair, green eyes, a figure that was womanly and, in our bedroom, sexy, tall at five foot nine, she could still wear her wedding dress. She wore it every year on our anniversary for me in our bedroom. Each anniversary was a redo of that special night. How did she arrange that? With five babies she was never too big on our anniversary to wear her wedding dress. I loved her more today than I did then when I made all those promises and vows. She owned my heart.

Me? Well, I am 46 years old; I am active in the Church. I own a rather small, well known manufacturing firm that produces very small, very technical surveillance items for the security industry and of course the federal government. I am Hiram Anderson. I guess I am just an average person. I work, I take care of my family, and I save for the future. Just an ordinary husband for the most beautiful woman in the world.

The family night was wearing down. I had been involved in some heavy negotiations at work and I was tired. Each child had a few minutes to tell about their week, their joys, their disappointments, their plans for the coming week. All in all just a regular family night. Then my wife stood to tell of her week and my world came apart.

“I wish to ask the family’s forgiveness. I have made a mistake, a vast mistake. I have broken my marriage vows and I have been unfaithful. It will not happen again. I ask that each of you please pray for me and try to forgive me. I am very sorry but at this time, I cannot tell you any more than that. I will meet with the Bishop tomorrow. I love all of you so much and especially Hiram, my husband.”

The room had been humming with giggles and comments about the children’s tales of their week. This was as if a huge stone had been cast into still water. There were questions from everyone. All voices were heard, except mine. I sat there in shock unable to breathe.

“Please wait a minute. I realize that you are worried about the family. I know you want to know more. I cannot tell you more at this time nor will I discuss it with any one but your father.” 

Well, that was that. The family night ended on that. The closing prayer was by Emily. She prayed for the family to remain together and loving, for reason and forgiveness for her mother and she prayed for understanding. 

There was a snack after the prayer. I was served by my baby, Joanna, with a smile on her face and I just looked at her as if she was suddenly a stranger. My mind was reeling and I could not think. I was lost in the words,  I have been unfaithful.

She was waiting for me in our bedroom after I visited each of the children in the various bedrooms in our house. We had planned on children and we had a three story house. There were bed rooms on every floor. The master on the first, 4 bedrooms on the second and a large visitor’s suite in the basement. The third floor was a converted attic and Robert’s suite. He and I had built that for him for his 15th birthday.

It normally takes me 15 minutes to make the rounds. Tonight it took longer because every child had questions I could not answer. Each was fearful that out family was coming apart. Each had fears that I did not know how to deal with. I told four of them that things would be okay, that their mother and I would talk and see how things were, that I did not plan on any drastic action.

The fifth child was Robert. He had no questions at all. 

“Dad, you will never be hurt like this again. You have never been hurt like this before. Just remember that God never gives a trial that he does not have a way for you to overcome it.” 

I said he was intelligent. 

I entered the master bedroom door and closed it. She was dressed for bed. Or rather undressed. We slept nude. There were robes on the back of the door that we could slip into if we were needed by one of the children.

“Hiram, I know you want to talk but I need to see the Bishop first. Then we will talk. Please, wait until after I meet with him tomorrow,” she faced the wall and pulled the sheet and blanket to cover her shoulders.

I prepared for bed and lay naked on my side of the bed. The swirl of images hit me. Evil, nasty, pictures of my wife and men. I went to the bathroom and vomited. I sat in the rocker where she and I had rocked all of the children to sleep. For some reason I did not cry. I did not sleep until late. It was when I awoke that I remembered that I had not for the first time in my life said my bedtime prayer. 

Breakfast was normally loud, crashing, with each person talking with several people at the same time. I, for the first time in my marriage, had nothing to say. Neither did Virginia. All the children were too quiet. It was not breakfast time at the Anderson household. It was more like a funeral. 

I loaded my car with the ones I had to drop at three different schools and left for the trip to work. Only Robert did not go with me; on Thursdays he went to the university with his mother. The trip was again just too quiet. I made my stops and arrived at the plant. 

My head was still in a fog. Who? When? Why? Had I failed her? Who? Could I forgive her? Who? Were the children mine? Who? Who? Who? 

There was a major contract coming up to be renegotiated. The major distributor of the small surveillance devices was flying in to settle a contract for another two, three or maybe four years. I wanted the longest possible contract at the highest price I could get, Donal wanted a two year deal and a discount. I had my office staff working on the contract I wanted and the details were wearing heavily on the five of them. The Chinese were copying my product and were trying to sell it in the Asian market. The patent was in my name and had six more years to run and there was an advanced model that would be patented very soon. I needed a large company like Donal’s Givens International to fight the Chinese for me. I was not making that kind of money. Donal could reach more customers and could meet any challenge to the product. 

So I was at the office but my mind was not working. It took until lunch before my secretary told me I was too much of a hindrance and sent me home. Home was where I did not want to be. 

I called our Bishop.

“Bishop Ferguson, Hiram Anderson. I need to see you as soon as possible.”

“I am meeting the Councilors. Can it wait?”

“No.”

“Come over, my friend. I am at the Church.”

I was there in 20 minutes. 

‘Brother Anderson, I have meet with your wife. She is filled with pain and fear that you will no longer love her. She expressed regret, remorse and a penitent outlook. I heard what she told me and I feel that she should be forgiven and returned to her place in your family and in the Church. She is very hurt by what has transpired.”

“So am I. I need to talk to her but she would say nothing until she had talked to you. I love her, but I don’t know how to trust her again. I don’t know why, or when, or where or who. I just feel lost.”

“I will not say anything beyond what I have said. She is repentant and begs forgiveness. Since God allows that to be the reason for forgiveness, I forgave her. You must pray and seek His guidance.”

Well, that was the shortest meeting I ever had with the Bishop. He did pray before we talked and after we talked. Every sentence had the word forgiveness, understanding, loving family, or acceptance in it. Most of the meeting was used for those prayers.

I returned to my house. The children were in school and my wife was, according to her calendar, grocery shopping. She shopped at three food stores and with seven of us she bought quite a lot of food. The five offspring would help her put everything away when they came home. I dropped them off, she picked them up. Sometimes that took 2 or 3 trips depending on when the practices or whatever ended. I was lost. I needed help. I was just angry with her. 

I prayed. I begged for the strength to forgive her, for the will to accept her again as my wife. I prayed long and hard. I failed. Usually after prayer I felt better, relived, refreshed. This time nothing had changed. I was already weary of the anger, the pain, the grief. I hurt too much to reason clearly. I heard the doors upstairs and went up to greet my family. there was a busy time where all the new supplies for a family of seven were put in the proper places. 

Virginia had purchased a take-away meal as she often does on major shopping days..

The entire family gathered for dinner. Thursday was one of the few times this happened and we delayed the time to 6:30 so it could happen. The blessing of the food prayer was by Robert. He prayed for the less fortunate, an early successful conclusion and an early end of the war, the safety of the fighters on both sides. He asked for love, forgiveness and understanding within the family. We ate in near silence. 

Once the dishes were cleared away by the children and loaded into the dishwasher, my wife asked to speak to me alone. She turned to go to our bedroom.

“Virginia, we will talk somewhere else. Not in there.” There was no way I could talk to her in the sanctuary of our bedroom. I walked out of the house to my car and waited for her. She followed. I drove to the parking lot at the Church. There were some cars in that lot but not many on a Thursday night. I parked, turned off the ignition and waited. 

“Hiram, I confessed last night at the family night. I will not say more. I ask for your forgiveness and understanding.” 

This was not what I had expected.

“When did it happen? Why did it happen? Who was it?”

“I will not anger you more, Hiram. What is done is done. Telling you will make you hurt even more than you are hurting now. I have talked with the Bishop and he thought I should have talked to you before I confessed to the family and before I talked to him. You should have been first to know because you are the head of this household. While he does see that you may not be totally happy with this, he has allowed that I can do this.”

My hands gripping the steering wheel were white as my grip tightened, “So I am to know no details of this unfaithfulness.”

“Hiram, it is best this way. Telling you will let you focus on what I have done. The ugly details will only distract you from forgiving me. You love me and we will move our marriage on from here. In time I will tell you but not now.”

“Will you go to a marriage councilor with me?”

“If you wish. But not to tell you of what I have done. I will go to move on with our marriage.”

“I am not sure that our marriage has a future. I think I need to know more about this infidelity. Are all the children mine?”

“Hiram, I would never do that to you. Hiram, can we go home now? The children will be worried.”

“If that is all you have to say, we will go home now.” My heart was heavy in my chest.

I was stunned. I needed to know what had happened and she was not going to tell me. The anger rose into my throat again. I stopped the car before we left the parking area and vomited again. I could hear her softly crying, as we drove the 1.5 miles to our house. The children were in the front room when we arrived. Emily had been selected as the spokesperson.

“Mom, Dad, how did it go?”

We both waited for the other to speak. She broke first.

“We have a ways to go. It is difficult but your father is a loving man and our family will not be divided. I feel sure that with the Lord’s help we can cross over this hard trial and be stronger for it.”

The children were happy that things were going so well or at least happy that my wife saw no divorce in their future. I was not sure about anything, other than my wife had not told me what I needed to hear. 

Friday was game day for the soccer team; Friday was also the last day we had to get ready for the negotiations that would start on Monday. My workers had families and it was almost never that anyone had to works on weekends. Last time around it had taken one day but it took a week to be ready. this time around we had been preparing for three weeks. I was able to work a bit before I lost the direction of what I was doing. The staff called me back from where ever I was drifting several times. It was not a good day. 

Robert’s team lost the soccer game two to one. He tends to blame himself for all losses. So he was quiet when he and I drove home. I did not wish to say anything either. Home was still too quiet. Everyone was walking on eggshells, scared to laugh or joke and even yell at each other. I tucked in all the sleepy heads and headed for Robert’s room

“Good night, Robert.’ 

“Will you forgive her, dad?”

“Robert, I am trying very hard.”

“There is no try, just do.”

“Young man, I will not discuss this with you. It is for your mother and I to find our way through this. Now you get some sleep.” I slapped him on the butt and headed for the master bedroom. Funny, it had been ‘our bedroom’ for so many years now it was the ‘master bedroom.’ 

She was waiting for me nude as always. She was so beautiful and she was an adulterer. 

“Hiram, we need to pray together.”

“Virginia, I have prayed. Every hour, many times a day since your confession. I am still hurt, angry, and I just feel lost. It is as if something has died but there was no funeral for closure.”

She knelt on her side of the bed. She prayed for the family, for love, for understanding, and she prayed for forgiveness. She finished and waited for me. I echoed her prayer and got into bed, turned my back to her. I listened to her cry until she quieted and I fell asleep. 

The weekend was no better. She knew what I needed to get past this and she would not tell me. Without that I was stuck. I had no idea what to do. I did not want this to continue but without her telling me what had happened I could not seem to move. 

Sunday was the first time in my life I refused the sacrament. My wife did not, she partook. I was made angrier by this. I did however have an idea. I was ready for Monday. Maybe I could kill two birds with one stone. 

I was not in any real shape to negotiate anything but this contract would provide solid jobs for my 250 workers for another three or more years. I entered the conference room, noting that I was the last to arrive. There were five people in the room but only two mattered. Me and Donal Givens. He was the owner of Givens International and the biggest distributor of our little devices. We had this day set aside to hammer out the delivery dates and the minimum amounts he would buy every year. The last thing would be the prices. I was ready for this but in a tangent from what was expected. 

“Okay, Hiram, I want to be on the 10 o’clock flight out of here so let's settle this quick.” 

“We will see, Donal. We can do it in two minutes. We both know our companies' capabilities. You have the figures to know what I can do.”

“ I want a price reduction of one per cent a year for the life of the contract. That will give you time to cut costs and I will end up with a four percent reduction in the price.” well, good, he was planning a four year deal.

Suddenly the anger rose up. “We cannot do that. We make the best. If you want the best, you pay for the best. You have sold our products around the world for six years and make excellent profits. This is our price, take it or leave it.” I wrote some numbers on a piece of note paper and slid it toward him. I got up and walked to the door. There was silence behind me.

My secretary followed me out. “Mr. Anderson, do you know what you are doing? This was not planned. We do not want to endanger the company. We need this contract.”

I just walked to the restroom and vomited again. I might have lost the jobs of 250 good men and women. I might have just lost the company I had worked for and planned on for the last 15 years of my life. Or I might have just found a way out of my problem. I left the restroom and went down the hall to the break room and found a bottle of water in the refrigerator with my marker, a large yellow rubber band, around the middle of it. I took a drink wondering what my wife was doing now ... no, I was wondering who she was doing now.

I stood up. Maybe I was finished. What would my children do? What would I do, IF it all went wrong? Strange but I was not worried about my wife. I knew what she could do. I walked back to the conference room. In for a penny, in for the whole ball of wax.

They all looked up as I entered.

“Well, are you going to make that 1O AM flight or not?” I was not smiling. 

“Yes, I will make it. I find your price unreasonable. I will not accept it. I will find another supplier.”

“Do you have a better product in mind?”

“No. You make the best.”

“Can you get better delivery dates?”

“No, your dates are very good. I have never had a delivery problem with you.”




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“Can you find better quality?”

“No, the quality is outstanding. No one else offers a three-year warranty.”

“Can you get a better contract?”

“Except for price, no.”

“Donal, you have made a good profit for the last six years from my products. I want a better deal. If you want the product, you have two choices, pay my price or buy me out.”

The 10AM flight left with out him. At 4 PM, the deal was signed sealed and delivered. We had called in the bankers at in the middle of the afternoon and everything was set. 

I went home to my loving wife. I had some family news to tell the children when we have our next family meeting.

Virginia was worried when I took Tuesday and Wednesday off as I rarely took days off. She bravely went on with her day-to-day activities. It was on Wednesday night at the family meeting that she and the children learned how I had solved my problem. At the end when it my time to tell of my week, I took a long breath.

“You know that you mother confessed to some type of unfaithfulness last week. I have had a very hard time with that. I could think of no way I could forgive her and accept her back as my wife because I did not trust her. So I did the only thing could do. I will stay home with her and be with her as much as possible. I will help her and be with her as much as I can. I will be here for the family and the children and my wife.”

Robert was the one who asked the question. “What about your business? Can it run without you?”

“I will be working reduced hours until I have trained people to take care of everything. I will be there for one more year and I will be home with my wife forever.”

“But, Dad, they cannot operate without you. They need you.”

“I have sold the business.”

The silence was greater than when my loving wife confessed to adultery. No one said anything. I leaned back and watched my wife. She was crying again.

“Oh, Hiram, what of the workers? They trusted you. Will the new owner care for them as you did?”

“I will be here with you. This will put the problem behind us and we can get on with our lives.”

“Hiram, we need to discuss this together, just the two on us, now, please.”

“The car is waiting.”

Once again we were in the Church parking lot.

“What have you done?” 

“I remember asking you that question. I have solved my trust problem. I will be with you every day. Your infidelity will not happen again.”

“You sold the company to punish me?” 

“I sold the company to be nearer to you, to watch over you, to protect you. I did not know before that you needed that protection but it is a small price to pay to be able to trust you again.”

‘Can you get out of the deal?”

“Do you mean will I renege so I can stay busy at my company and you will have time to repeat whatever it was that you did?”

“You are going to watch me? Oh, what have I done? All those people who trusted you, the families who trusted you. And I ruined it all,” she began to sob. Her shoulders shaking. I watched her and waited for the waterworks to quit or at least slacken. Since her confession I had let her tears fall without holding her.

She began to sniffle and looked at me, “Is there anyway you can call this thing off?” 

“Why should I?”

“To protect your friends, your workers.”

“I need to protect you more.”

“I will tell you about it now, tonight. I will tell you every thing.”

“Why? Do my workers mean more to you than I do? You would not tell me to ease my pain but you will to ease pain my workers do not have yet?”

“You have made a mistake.”

“Did you not make a mistake and would not tell me about it? Well, Virginia, I do not need to hear of your mistake now. You are my wife and I am the head of the family. I have made a decision. Live with it. What’s the matter, don’t you trust me? Just trust me, wife. It is just as easy for you as it is for me.”

I saw it in her eyes. She now had an understanding of what I had been through this week. She knew that trust was the thing that made everything else in our family work. She had shaken my trust and I had now shaken hers. She had chosen to not trust me with her whatever it was. I had chosen to not tell her about the sale of the business. 

“When does the new owner take over?”

“As soon as the stockholders approve the sale.”

“What stockholders? It is your company, you built it from an idea, your invention. There are no stockholders.”

“Yes, there are. Years ago I put over half of the stock into five trust accounts. One for each of the children. I have never called for a stockholder’s meeting because I trusted my family to trust me to handle the company’s affairs. I can call that meeting as soon as we are home and let the stockholders vote on accepting the buy-out or a sale of 25% of the stock to Givens International.”

“Hiram, what are you talking about? You sold the company.”

“I did sell the company pending approval of the stockholders. The second deal is for 25% of the company. Donal gets a good discount for his purchases, and I get his support in fighting the patent infringements in the Far East. Good ole Donal now has a vested interest in my company. He will force the knock-off artists to stop duplicating my product.”

Virginia looked puzzled, “You did not sell the company? You made a deal to get help for your company? You let me think that you ……?”

“No, I did not sell my company. Yes, I have made a deal to fight off competition. And yes, I let you think whatever you wanted to think, just like you did to me.”

Her face was a kaleidoscope of emotions. Shock, fear, worry, anger, and finally realization that everything had just turned out for the better. I think my wife learned what trust was that day.

As the smile lit up her face she looked so lovely, “I do not have to tell you what happened?”

“No.”

“You are not going divorce me?”

“Divorce my loving wife? Me? Never.”

“I love you, Hiram.”

“Good, can we go home now? The children will worry. I also need a couple of votes from the stockholders.”

It was over. My wife had shaken my trust in her. I had shaken her trust in me, but our trust in God was never shaken. 

Later that night, my wife wore her wedding dress, and it was not even our anniversary.

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I am the H20wader. the ravings of a lunatic. Comments are open. 




Trust



Trust is the foundation for life, love and business.

Those are the words that hang in our home office. Those are the words that have guided my marriage for 24 years. It is because I did not remember that simple meaning I almost lost my husband, my marriage and everything that I hold dear in this life.

Background:

My name is Molly Reilly. I am married to Mike Reilly. We just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. This is my story, the good, the bad and the stupid (that's me).

I met Mike when we were freshmen at UConn. I was Liberal Arts major and Mike was in the Business Program. Mike was also in ROTC. He was going to be a Marine like his dad, 2 brothers and uncles.

We dated for about 6 months before he brought me to his apartment. He was very nervous when he gave me the tour. I noticed the sign that was in the common area of the apartment: Trust is the foundation for life, love and business. We spent the whole night talking about life, goals, family, divorce, and kids. I thought he was going take my virginity that night but he didn't. He later told me he had take cold showers for a month after missing that chance.

In our Sophmore year Mike and I had a long talk over Columbus day weekend about us. Mike was very honest about what he wanted out of life: a loving wife, a family and his own business. He also told me that he would be obligated to the Marines for 5 years after graduation. I looked at him and said "OK..where are we going?"

Later that Saturday night we made love. Damn, damn, damn was he good. Many women say that their first experience was not that good. Well, mine was mind blowing. I had a couple of orgasms and I passed out at one point. When I woke up Mike had put a cold compress on my head. He thought I had hurt myself. I laughed at little bit until I saw the expression on his face. He was concerned and worried. This why I love him so much.

BTW, Mike is about 6'3 inches tall and about 240 pounds. I am about 5'7 and about 130 pounds. Dirty blond hair and 38B/C cup. 

After graduation we were married and ready for our adventure. Mike was assigned to an Air Force base in Germany. He was also assigned to the Marine Recon unit.

These are some the toughest Marines in the service. No one messes with them.

During our first three years I was attending classes at the local college. I decided I wanted to be a paralegal. Mike supported everything I was doing. When I was class he would cook and clean up the house. When my study group came over he made sure I had everything we needed. Space and food.

At the start of third year of marriage Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait. I was at school for a 3 day prep class for the paralegal class. When I got home on late Sunday night Mike was gone. His unit had been called up and he was part of the first contingent of Marines sent to Saudi Arabia.

Mike left a note and a key to a safety deposit box. I was reading the note when Jill came over. She was married to Bill for 20 years and understood about deployments. Bill was a Master Sergeant and he carried more weight than some of the officers. I sat there reading the note and my hands were shaking. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Jill calmed me down and told me everything would be OK. Mike was smart plus he had Bill. Bill was a Vietnam Vet as well as some other battles.

I went to the bank the next day to see what was in the Safety Deposit Box. It was his will and a love letter to me. I cried all the way home.

Mike was deployed for 6 months and communication between us was tough. He called when he could. He mailed a lot of letters. Mike liked to write in long hand. He said it was a lost art. We went to war on a week night. I can remember sitting on the couch watching CNN as Baghdad was being bombed. I got my mother's Rosary beads out and started praying. I was up all night. 

Gulf War 1 was over pretty fast. The actual fighting did not take longer than a month. Mike's unit was sent back to Germany. They were all given a hero's welcome. I jumped into his arms and held him so long that he told me I was cutting off his air. I looked him in the eyes and something had changed. I did not know what but something was different.

That night I was ready to fuck his brains out. I came into the bedroom and Mike was fast asleep on the bed. So much for my fire engine red see through nightie. The next morning Mike was feeling more like himself and boy did we shagg. The bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, couch and office. You name it and we did it. I had six months of pent up sexual energy in me and it needed to be released. Mike took care of that and then some.

A couple of days later Jill came over to see how we were doing. I had this big shit eating grin on my face. Jill laughed. "Welcome home sex is always intense. Christ, I can barely walk and I think Bill gave me a rug burn on my ass." I laughed. 

Jill came over for a serious reason though. She asked me if Mike had said anything about what happened. Mike hadn't said anything. Jill told me that Mike was put in for the Bronze Star (V for Valor) and a Navy Cross. She explained that a pilot had been shot down outside of Baghdad and it was Mike's team that got the guy. The fire fight was bad. 

Mike had 2 wounded and 1 guy died. Mike was a hero because he would not leave his men behind. It was Mike, Bill, Tom and Joe against 30-40 Iraqi soldiers. They held them off until they could get a dust off. 

Mike put Bill in for a Navy Cross.

After a couple of weeks we were talking and I told Mike I wanted to go to Law School. I wanted to go someplace back East near our families. I started to take correspondence classes to get the needed classes to be ready for Law School. I was accepted to a Boston Law School and we rented an apartment. The first year was very hectic. Mike got his IT consulting company up off of the ground and I was a first year law student. Our love life had its fits. There were times when we make love and there were times when Mike would bend me over the couch, pull my panties down and drive his dick right into my pussy. No foreplay, no sweet whispers just down and dirty sex. He called it "planting the flag". He marked me as his woman. I loved it. He would never let me take shower after planting the flag. I can't tell you how many times I went to class with Mike sperm running down my leg. I would just smile.

After another two years of Law School I had graduated. Mike's company was up and running. It was a cash machine. When I graduated from school I did not owe a penny in student loans. I could work anywhere. I accepted a job as an Assistant DA. I was good. I had a conviction rate of 92% of my cases. I didn't cut cheap deals. If you committed a crime I was going to send your ass to prison.

Two more years past and we talked about starting a family. I went off of the pill and about 60 days later I missed my period. I did not tell anyone until I was about 3 months pregnant. I took Mike shopping one day and brought him into a Maternity wear store.

When he finally figured it out (damn it took him a while) he was thrilled. I came out of there I must have spent $4,000 dollars on preggers clothes. 

I gave birth to Shannon on a Sunday morning. She was healthy and wonderful. It was about 8 weeks later and I was having one of those "I am fat and no one loves me days"

Mike cam home early and relieved me of baby duty. I went to bed to catch some zees.

My mother called to check on me and told Mike that I was not feeling too sexy. The next day we went out to dinner. We dropped Shannon off with my parents.

We put the Shannon in her crib and I had just changed into my frumpy jammies. I was checking the doors to make sure they were locked when Mike bent me over the couch. 

My jammies were off in a second. His dick was pounding my pussy and he was squeezing my tits. I was in heaven. Mike kept it up for a while. After he came in my pussy he said we were going to try something new. I could feel the tip of his dick at my rosebud. He slowly pushed his dick in my ass. It hurt at first but he slowly worked it in.

After about 5 minutes he had a steady stroke going and I was cumming like a French whore.

The next day we were in bed. I asked why he took my ass. He told me that he had talked to my mother and understood what I was feeling. He told me I would always be sexy to him and he wanted to prove it. Well, the water works started. I have cried for many reasons in my life. I had a great husband that understood me. It's a female thing. Don't try to figure it out.

Mike was making love to me regularly and also planting the flag a lot. It got to the point that I kept panty liners in my glove box in my car.

Another baby came and she was Elizabeth. I had two great kids, a wonderful husband and I loved my job. 

Things went along great for about 15 years. My god daughter announced that she was getting married. Everyone in the family thought the guy was nice but not her type.



Trust



I want to thank DaveT for his efforts in editing this story. He has gone far beyond what I'd anticipated and I hope the reader appreciates the work he has done. I certainly do.

Sorry, there's no sex in this story.




I was going through the morning mail my secretary had just put on my desk when I was alerted to an incoming call on my cell phone. Not too many people knew my cell phone number and a quick glance confirmed that it was from my best friend, Nick Camden.

"Hello Nick, what can I do for you?" I asked as I continued to sort through the mail.

"Jack, can we get together for lunch today?"

A quick check of my calendar and I found I had time in my schedule.

"Sure can. How about Sordino's at 12:30?"

"That's fine. See you then."

As I used the intercom to inform my secretary about my 12:30 luncheon, I wondered briefly why Nick wanted to meet for lunch. Of course, we did get together periodically for lunch, as his office wasn't far away. My attention quickly returned to the mail and then to preparation for a meeting with my staff in half an hour. The rest of the morning went quickly and at 12:20 I was on my way to my luncheon appointment with Nick. Sordino's was a local watering hole and restaurant within walking distance, so I didn't bother taking my car. It was just 12:30 as I walked through the door of the restaurant and spotted Nick sitting by himself in a back booth. He waved to attract my attention as I came in, and rose to greet me as I got close.

"Nick, this is great. I always enjoy these imprompu lunches, " I told him as we shook hands and sat down. 

Nick and I went way back to our high school days and we'd remained friends for over twenty years. He and his wife Nadine were best friends with my wife Lynn and me. Nick is also my favorite tennis partner.

"Well, I can agree with that." he responded. "You're the one with the big managers job though. I'm just a lowly salesman with time on my hands."

"Lowly salesman my ass. You make more than I do and put in more time on the job than I do. So don't give me that crap," I laughingly told him.

"Okay, okay, enough BS. Let's eat."

After we'd ordered we started a conversation and updated one another on what was going on in our lives as well as bemoaning our latest attempts at golf. I could tell that something was bothering him though. Finally, as we were running out of conversation, Nick suddenly became very serious and he told me something that left me speechless for a few heart beats.

"Jack, I just got back this morning from Atlanta. I got up early and left on the first flight to get here and it was necessary to be out of my hotel by 6AM. When I was leaving my hotel room to catch the shuttle to the airport I saw a woman, who I swear looked just like Lynn. She was leaving a room down the hall carrying her shoes and went across the hall to another room and used a key- card to enter it. She looked a little disheveled as though she had just gotten up. I was going to say something but I was so stunned and she didn't stay in the hall but a few seconds and so I didn't get a chance to say anything. Does Lynn have a twin sister I've never heard about or a cousin who looks like her?"

When I was able to speak I asked, "What hotel was it?"

It was the downtown Hyatt-Regency. Are you all right?"

I must have gone pale or something because I floundered for another bit before responding.

"Lynn is in Atlanta on business staying at the downtown Hyatt-Regency."

"Oh shit! God, I'm sorry Jack. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

"Do you remember what room she left and what room she went into?"

"Let me think. It was on the sixth floor and she must have come out of 611 and gone into 614 or thereabouts."

"Shit! Lynn is supposed to be in 612."

"Damn! That's rotten Jack."

"Do you think she saw you and recognized you?"

"She looked down the hall in my direction as I closed my door. Those hotel door latches make a lot of noise, you know, when they close. She didn't acknowledge me at all after a quick glance before she went into the room. Its just that the way she looked coming out of that room made me think she'd spent the night there, and was sneaking back into her own room before anyone else was up. It was just a very remote chance that I was in the same hotel and just happened to come out of my room just as she was crossing the hall."

"Well, she gets home this evening. I wonder if she's going to say anything?"

By this time I was finished with my lunch as far as I was concerned. I just needed to get somewhere where I could be alone and think through what Nick had laid on me. It certainly didn't look good to be spotted coming out of another hotel room early in the morning like that.

"Look, I need to get back to my office now but I'm going to ask you not to say anything to anyone right now; not even Nadine. If Lynn and I have a problem I'd like to be able to work it out with Lynn before the world knows about it."

"Okay Jack. I'm terribly sorry about this. If there's anything I can do, let me know... and I do promise to keep it to myself. I hope what I saw doesn't turn out to be what it looked like but I had to let you know. I'd want to know if Nadine was involved in something."

"Thanks Nick. I'll be in touch to let you know what's going on."

We said our goodbyes and I headed back to my office. I didn't get much accomplished the rest of the afternoon as my mind continued to dwell on the possibilities of what Nick had told me.

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I guess I should interrupt my story to tell you a little bit about Lynn and myself. Lynn and I met in college. She was going for her BS in Computer Management and I was going for my BS in Civil Engineering. One of our courses overlapped and we ended up sitting next to one another. I think we were both taken with one another and it wasn't long before we were an item. We ended living together in our senior year and we married shortly after graduation. We've been married ten years now. Our sex life has been active and satisfying as far as I knew. Anyway, she'd never complained about it in all the years we were married.

Lynn is now 32 and a very attractive woman. She keeps herself in shape with exercise and diet. I know she gets hit on a lot but I'd always had a complete trust in her faithfulness up till now. She works as a senior buyer for a small plant in town that manufactures components for computers, and travels several times a year to visit and negotiate with suppliers.. It was hard to imagine that she would jeopardize our marriage by playing around.

I work for a national contractor of homes and business and I'm now the assistant manager of the heating and air conditioning department but I'd gained some insight on most of the disciplines that make up a large building contractor. At 33, I think I'm not that good looking but I'm in good shape. Lynn's obsession with keeping herself fit rubbed off on me or I was afraid to not be in shape with her looking so good. So I do a full round of gym work and tennis to maintain my body. 

We own a condominium, but have been thinking about a getting a house because at 32 Lynn is getting concerned about her biological clock. If she wants kids I'll go along with it because I've always thought that children were part and parcel of a loving relationship. Without the responsibility of kids it's mostly companionship.

I've never availed myself of opportunities, because I thought about how hurt Lynn would be if she found out or I brought an STD home. I didn't think it was worth the risk and besides, Lynn kept me more than happy at home. I'll have to admit to being tempted at times when my little head tried to take over.

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I was sitting in my office after my lunch with Nick and I had an idea to try to find out what I could about Lynn's latest trip. We'd had dinner with Lynn's boss, Bill Johnson and his wife Clare, a couple of times so I thought I'd give him a call.

"Bill? This is Jack Lancaster. Got a minute?"

"Sure Jack. What's up?"

Bill, I'm terribly embarrassed to ask this, but can you ask your travel department what time Lynn's plane gets in this evening? I'd written it down and forgot where I put it. I don't want to embarrass myself with her by calling so I thought I'd give you a call."

"Sure Jack, just a minute."

I heard him talking to his secretary and then he got back on the line. "While she's checking with travel how are things with you? We've got to get out to dinner sometime soon."

"I'm fine. We're keeping busy at work and you may not like to hear this," I told him laughing "but Lynn and I have been discussing starting a family."

"Well that's great, Jack, and its about time. Clare and I have two and we couldn't be happier."

"Sounds great. Say, can you tell me who went with Lynn on her trip? I get uncomfortable when she travels by herself."

"She took Ralph Marietta with her again this time. Ralph is a new hire right out of college, and she's been teaching him the ropes of the tough procurement business."

"Ha, ha." I responded, but I wasn't thinking it was funny at all. "How long have they been traveling together?"

"I think this is the third time."

"Well Jack, here's the information you wanted." He rattled off the airline, flight number and ETA.

"I really don't think you have anything to worry about when Lynn travels by herself though. She's pretty independent and can take care of herself."

"Thanks and you're probably right, Bill, so please don't mention I talked to you about it or that I misplaced her airline information. We have to stay on the good side of our spouses, don't we?" I laughed

"You're right Jack. Have a good day."

I rang off and sat there at my desk thinking awhile. If she were playing around on her trips I now had a pretty good idea who it was with. She'd never mentioned about anyone traveling with her before so maybe she'd been lying by omission. The fact that she'd never mentioned Ralphie Boy was indicative of an attempt to deceive. I had to be very careful here and not go jumping the gun. It would be too dangerous to confront her based strictly on circumstantial evidence. I'll wait until she gets home, act normally and see how she reacts. I haven't noticed anything different in her demeanor after her last two trips. In fact, I think I'll go to the airport tonight and meet her. She normally takes a cab home but I can explain showing up by telling her I missed her.

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I was standing back from the security area waiting for Lynn to come through so we could go home. I'd watched the arrivals board and was expecting her momentarily. The first passengers were coming through security as I watched. It was toward the end of the influx that I saw her, but she wasn't alone. A tall, good-looking younger man was with her and he had an arm about her shoulders. I slipped into a convenient store front and continued to watch as they headed toward Baggage Claim.

They continued to Baggage Claim talking together animatedly. I unobtrusively followed and managed to take pictures of them with my cell while I was getting madder by the second. When they reached Baggage Claim I was appalled to watch as they exchanged a passionate kiss goodbye after collecting their luggage. It was a kiss that indicated a lust and passion that you would normally share with someone you've had intimate relations with. I was thankful for my cell to have a record of what I'd seen, but I was now raging inside and couldn't wait any longer to confront her.

As Lynn turned to head for the exit to catch a cab I stepped forward and she saw me. She initially smiled when she recognized me. Then she paled as she saw the look on my face and she suddenly remembered what I might have witnessed moments before. She stood there undecided from the shock of seeing me and what it might mean to our relationship as I walked up to her.

"Lynn, don't come home. Get yourself a room for the night or go to your parent's. I don't want to see or talk to you until I'm ready. I want you to know that I'll be talking with a lawyer."

Leaving her with a stunned look on her face I turned and started to walk away. Before I got beyond earshot she'd recovered enough to call out.

"Jack, wait." and hurried to catch up to me. "It wasn't what you're thinking. It was just one kiss of friendship. We can't divorce over that."

I turned back to her. Several people were standing and listening to our little drama. Ralph had disappeared.

"Yes we can Lynn. That wasn't a kiss you should give to another man if I weren't around, and we can divorce over it when I know there was more involved. Irreconcilable differences might cover a multitude of reasons which can also include adultery."

She paled again at the use of the A word. 

"Honey, I would never do that to you. My gosh, it was just a kiss."

"Tell me Lynn. Whose bed were you in last night?"

If it was possible for someone to go chalk white Lynn managed it, but she continued to deny any inappropriate behavior.

"I spent it in my own bed. You've got to believe me." She croaked out.

I decided to try a small bluff to see if I could extract a confession out of her.

"Nick was in Atlanta at the Hyatt Regency this morning and saw you leave the room of your traveling companion, Lynn. If you've got a good excuse why you were leaving his room carrying your shoes at 6AM this morning I might be able to overcome the inappropriate kiss I just saw."

She looked shocked for a moment and glanced briefly at the people listening to us before responding. I think she knew that she was caught.

"Jack, I think we need to take this somewhere more private. Can I go home with you? I promise if we can't resolve this by talking for half an hour I'll leave."

"I don't think so. If you can explain right now why Nick saw you coming out of that room at 6AM I'll agree to talk further. I'm not going to give you time to think up a cockamamie reason for what he saw. Its either the truth right now or goodbye. Our marriage may hang on you coming up immediately with a rational reason for what he saw."

She looked at me very sadly before replying.

"I'm sorry Jack. I truthfully have no excuse that would satisfy you. I love you and don't want to lose what we have together. Please let me come home."

I was still simmering in my rage and I wanted to hit back by humiliating her publicly. It didn't bother me that I was announcing to the world that I was a cuckold. What I needed to do was identify her as an adulteress and make the humiliation hers.

"I'm sorry too Lynn. Right now there's no way I see that we could make a go of it. My trust in you is seriously jeopardized and a good marriage is based on trust. It would only be a sham of a marriage if we tried to continue after what you've done. I refuse to spend the rest of my life wondering about you when you weren't around. Let's just make a clean breast of it right now and let me get on with the rest of my life." I told her and turned and walked away. 

As I left I heard someone clapping in the background and another guy, who had been listening, gave me a thumbs up as I exited the terminal. I didn't look back.

Tears were running down my face as I got in my car in the short-term parking lot. I couldn't drive for half an hour as I fought not going back and getting her. I hadn't really known how deeply I loved her and needed her until that moment. 

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The weekend was spent in sort of a daze. I don't remember anything about it. I think I watched a lot of old movies on the TV. Maybe I was trying to go back in my life to when things were happier. Thankfully, Lynn didn't try to contact me, I think I would have hung up on her if she had tried. I did start feeling bad about publicly humiliating her, but then I felt she had something coming as revenge for what she'd done and I didn't feel so bad.

I awoke on Monday morning after a fitful sleep. I hadn't heard from Lynn and I realized it was time to do something about making at least a preliminary decision regarding my marriage. A couple of days before, my boss had been looking for someone to take over the office in Seattle for a few weeks. Maureen, the regular manager, had to take maternity leave, and as far as I knew he hadn't found anyone yet. Maybe some time away would give me a chance to cool down and get my thoughts in order. 

When I went into work that morning I stopped in at my boss' office and asked whether he'd filled the job in Seattle yet.

"No I haven't." he responded. "Are you interested? We really need someone out there soon."

"I think I'd like to go for it then. How soon do I have to be there?"

"I don't mean to pry, but I assume you've cleared this with Lynn and she's okay with your absence for six to eight weeks."

"Lynn and I have separated and I have the time now to look at other options for my future life."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you and she were going to start a family soon."

"For reasons I'm not going into I don't think that is going to be a possibility of that any time soon. I need this time to sit down and give my marriage a lot of thought."

"All right, I don't like to take advantage of problems in your personal life, but I need you out in Seattle as soon as possible. You need to be brought up to speed on operations there before Maureen leaves and she's due in less than two weeks. So anything you can do to expedite your presence out there would be appreciated.." 

"I should be able to be out there in three or four days." I just need a little time to tie up the loose ends in my personal life and I'm gone."

"Well, try to fit in some time to give Matt a little update on where you're at on the Kingston Project, and you're free to take the rest of the time off before you go."

"Okay. I have to take time off to take care of a few things this morning but I'll get with Matt after lunch."

He stood up and took me hand.

"Thanks for doing this Jack I appreciate it. I'm sorry about you and Lynn, and I hope it works out okay for you. Keep me posted on your progress and if you have any problems."

The rest of the morning I was running around trying to isolate half our joint bank and investment accounts to forestall her making a run on them if she felt our marriage was over. I hadn't heard from her since the confrontation at the airport, and I had no idea where she was. I expected to hear from her soon though.

In the afternoon I got with Matt, my co-worker, and brought him up to speed on the project I'd been working on. He was surprised that I'd taken the job in Seattle. Obviously, my boss hadn't alerted him to my personal problems.

"What does Lynn have to say about being gone for a couple of months?" My wife would kill me if I took something like that. Of course we have two kids I'd have to leave her with and leaving her alone with them would go over like a lead balloon."

I didn't want to let it out that we were probably going to divorce so I soft pedaled my response.

"We're having some personal problems so I'm using this as time apart to try to let the dust settle a little."

"That's too bad. I hope this separation works then."

The rest of the afternoon was spent going through the details of my project and introducing him to some other key people. Before leaving for the day I told him, "I'll be around a couple more days so if anything comes up you're unsure about give me a call on my cell. Its Monday now and I expect to be leaving Thursday."

On my way home I decided I didn't feel like cooking so I stopped at TGIF for dinner. After dinner and a couple of cold brews I continued my trip home. It didn't feel right to eat out by myself but I figured I'd better get used to it for awhile. Maybe forever for the way I was feeling about my marriage right then.




Trust



I noticed her car was gone from the garage when I got home, so I assumed she'd been over to pick it up and probably taken some clothes and other personal items away with her. 

I'd barely gotten in the door when my cell phone rang. Looking at it I saw it was Lynn and decided to answer.

"What is it Lynn?"

"Jack, can I come over so we can talk? I was there earlier and picked up my car. Dad drove me over and I took some clothes and other things. I'm staying with my folks for now." 

"I don't see that there's much to talk about or I'd care to listen to right now, Lynn."

"I'm really sorry Jack. I know I've hurt you badly, but we need to try to give our marriage a chance. I know if we could talk I'm sure we could work something out to your satisfaction that would save our relationship."

"You broke the contract of commitment we had Lynn. Right now I'm too angry to consider any thought of staying together. I suggest you not contact me again. When I'm ready to talk I'll call you."

I heard a sigh of resignation.

"All right Jack. I'll wait, but can you make it soon? You should know that mom and dad are not too happy with me either."

"Lynn, I'll tell you what You can come over Thursday evening about 7:00 and do your thing. I'll be able to give you an idea on my position then."

I didn't plan to be there, but I'd be leaving her a message that would express my feelings. I just have to work out what the 'message' would be.

"Okay Jack. Thank you. I love you." 

I felt I had to get a crack in before hanging up even though I felt it was a little childish, "You can also bring your fuck buddy and have a good time in what was our bed if that turns you on."

"Jack, it was a one time thing and I will never, never do that again. You can be assured of that."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to be assured or believe you or whether it was even the first time. When we get together to talk you'd better be prepared to address the issue of trust because right now your rating on that is zero. How do you expect me to agree to raising a family together if I can't trust you?"

"I understand Jack and I can't say I blame you. Please, just give me a chance. I'll.........."

"Good bye Lynn."

I hung up; I was done talking to her.

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The next day I was busy. I made an appointment to see a divorce lawyer for the next morning (Wednesday) and then I spent the day packing my all my clothes, except what I needed for my trip to Seattle, and all my personal possessions and then moving them to a storage locker. It took most of the day. I didn't know whether I'd ever come back to this home because it held too many happy memories of our times here together that could never be forgotten, but were now tarnished by her duplicity.

I then checked into a motel near the airport for the next two nights.

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On the way to the appointment at the divorce attorney's the following morning, I stopped at the office and picked up my travel itinerary and had a last talk with my boss.

"Well Jack, have a good time out there and say hello to Maureen for me. She's quite a gal. I think they're grooming her for bigger and better things."

"I met her once at a corporate retreat and I was impressed with her. Not only is she smart and personable; she's not bad looking either."

"Well, she must be married now if she's having a child. Anyway, say hello to her for me. You never know, she might be our boss someday."

"Will do. Take care and I'll see you in a couple of months."

We shook hands, and I left the office heading to the divorce attorney.

I was right on time for my appointment and I was ushered in as soon as I arrived. The attorney was an older woman, who no doubt had handled many divorce cases, and she first asked me to explain my problem and to tell her what I wanted.

I related to her about my discovery of Lynn's infidelity and then told her about accepting a transfer out of state for a couple of months. "As far as what I want to do, I need to know what options I have."

"You have several options. First, you can do nothing for your time away and continue your marriage when you return. That would be accepting her adultery, and I don't think you would want that without undergoing extensive counseling. Another option would be to file for a legal separation to see if the time away from each other will allow the marriage to heal. Finally, just go for a divorce."

"In your case, since you'll be gone for a while, I would recommend that if you still love your wife, you can create a separation agreement which you can be used as the basis for a divorce in the future and it protects your assets while you're apart. It can also be used to require things of the other party. In your case you could require her to see a psychoanalyst to see what caused your wife to commit adultery and whether it's predetermined she will do it again. However, you may have to promise to give the marriage a chance afterward for some amount of time. If it still doesn't work the settlement terms of the agreement are the basis for a divorce."

I thought for a few minutes about my love for her and how I'd enjoyed living with her before and then told her to go ahead and draw up a separation agreement based on her recommendation. I laid out what I wanted in terms of a split of assets, which included giving Lynn the heavily mortgaged condo and contents except my personal items and a few other articles that might still be there. I'd already made a 50/50 split of our finances and she documented that in the agreement. 

I did not want to resume the marriage without some indication that would provide me some assurances that our marriage had a reasonable chance of succeeding after psychotherapy. The duration of the therapy would be determined by the therapist. Lynn also needed to document for me how many times she had been with her lover and how many lovers there had been since we were married. I think there was only the one, but I wanted it from her in writing so that if something turned up later that hadn't been noted by her we would proceed with the divorce.  The lawyer listened to my conditions; taking notes as I rambled on,.When I was through she told me she could have it written up and ready for my signature that afternoon. I told her that would be acceptable although I was a little nervous about what I would do if she told me she had taken several lovers while we were married, and that I was a cuckold several times over.

After leaving the attorney's office I called my friend Nick and asked if I could come around that evening to talk with him and Nadine. He told me they would both be home that evening and I told the I'd stop by about 7:30. 

After lunch I stopped back at the lawyers office. She had the separation agreement ready for my review. After looking it over I asked for a couple of small changes to my conditions, which her secretary quickly incorporated, and I signed it. I asked if she could have it given to my wife tomorrow evening about 7:00 at our house. She'd be there expecting to talk with me but I thought the separation agreement would provide everything I wanted to interface with her about. I'm sure she'd get the message. The lawyer told me it could be done for an extra charge that I agreed to. She also told me she would keep me posted on the legal aspects while I was away. I made sure she had my cell number to call me.

After leaving the lawyers office I decided I had one more thing to do. I placed a call to Bill Johnson, Lynn's boss.

"Bill, this is Jack Lancaster."

"Oh, hi Jack; what can I do for you?"

"Bill, there's something I think you need to know. Lynn and I are separating, and its because I discovered she's been sleeping with your other employee, Ralph Marietta, while they were traveling together."

There was a stunned silence for a moment.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Jack. I don't know whether you know it or not but we have an anti- fraternization policy for company employees, and both Lynn and Ralph signed on to it when they were hired. Can you provide proof of this?"

Just a witness that saw Lynn leaving Marietta's hotel room at 6AM in Atlanta on Monday and Lynn admitted it to me. Plus, I have photos of them kissing inappropriately in the airport Monday evening."

"That certainly indicates some degree of intimacy that shouldn't have occurred. I'd like to talk with our HR department and then I'll have a talk with Lynn."

"Okay Bill."

I felt a little better after hanging up that I'd done something about Ralphie Boy. I'd be interested in what came out of it. 

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That evening at Nick's home, I explained to them what was going on between Lynn and myself. They were sorry to hear about our separation and that I would be away for so long.

"I think a couple of months apart will give us both time to reflect on our marriage and where we want it to go if we stayed together on a trial basis."

"You might be right, Jack." Nick told me. "We're going to miss getting together. You guys have been our best buds for a long time. I don't know what the hell we're going to do without you both." 

"Let's hope Lynn and I are back together in a couple of months. I'll be counting on you two to help our marriage heal if it can be done."

"You can count on it Jack." Nadine told me. "I'll call Lynn and talk with her. Do you know where she's staying? I'm sure she's devastated about this."

"At her parents' she told me. Do you have her cell?

"Oh yes. I'll call her tonight."

"Well, I must be going. I'd appreciate hearing from you guys while I'm gone and letting me know what Lynn's doing. If she's still seeing that guy or any guy while I'm gone there won't be a snow ball's chance in hell that we'll have a marriage.

"We'll do what we can, Jack. So long and have a good trip."

I left them and went back to my motel. When I went to bed that night I felt I'd tied up as many loose ends as I could before leaving for Seattle in the morning. 

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The trip to Seattle was uneventful and after picking up the rental car at the airport I headed to my extended-stay hotel. The hotel was located about two blocks from the office and I could see that it would be an easy walk every day if the weather cooperated.

After checking in and unpacking, my stomach said it was time to eat. But since I was tired after so many hours of travel I opted to use the hotel dining room. Looking at my watch as I ate I noted that the time back home would be 8:00 and Lynn ought to have my message by now. I'd left my cell off all day and I turned it on to see if she had tried to call me. I wasn't surprised that there were four calls from her in my message file and one from Maureen. I listened to the one from Maureen first:

"Jack, welcome to Seattle. I'm looking forward to seeing you in the morning. Come in early and we'll go to breakfast together. Call me on my cell if that's a problem. See you tomorrow anyway. Bye."

The calls from Lynn were pretty much all duplicates of each other. She was most desirous for me to call her as soon as possible. I decided to wait till I finished eating and return to my room before responding.

I ate a leisurely meal followed with a cup of coffee before heading up to my room. Once there, I got myself comfortable and then placed the call to Lynn. I wanted to keep my conversation with her as emotionless as possible and not let my anger govern our talk.

"I received your messages Lynn. Did you get the separation papers at the house?"

"Yes I did. I wanted desperately to let you know how much I appreciate that you're giving our marriage another chance. Can you tell me where you're at and when will you be coming home?"

"I'm in Seattle taking over the office here for the manager while she's on maternity leave. I'll probably be here a couple of months. That will give you a chance to get into therapy and maybe we can discover what your problem is."

"I've already been researching the subject, honey, and I hope to have the name of a psychotherapist in a couple of days that will see me as soon as possible."

"Would you please keep me posted on what you're doing?"

"I'll call every evening Jack, and let you know."

"All right. I'm tired and need to go to bed. Good night."

"Before you go, I had a talk with my boss, Bill Johnson, today. I guess you talked to him and he was definitely unhappy with me for my actions with Ralph. An official reprimand has gone into my file and I won't be traveling for the company anymore. I've been transferred to the Finance department. Because Ralph was still on probation he was fired. I feel really bad about the whole thing but mostly about the hurt I've caused you. I'm considering quitting work because the reason for my transfer will certainly leak out and I couldn't face my co-workers."

"I'm sorry Lynn, but I don't feel too much sympathy. Good night."

"Good night, Jack. I love you."

I didn't respond but just hung up. From that I hope she knew I was still very upset with her. I was satisfied that I'd gotten a little revenge on Ralphie and, Lynn too for that matter.

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I had a good night's sleep and next morning was out early after showering and walked down to the office; arriving there at 8:00. The office didn't open until 9, but there was a car in the manager's parking place so I knew Maureen was there as I entered.

As the office door closed behind me she came out of her office smiling with her hand reaching out.

"Hi, Jack. It's been awhile. Welcome to Seattle."

I was awe-struck momentarily as I took her hand. She was almost as tall as I with shoulder length, red hair and looking very pregnant. She had the happy glow of impending motherhood. With intelligent, green eyes looking out at me, I was enthralled. 

"Maureen, it's good to see you again."

"Are you ready to go for breakfast?"

"I'm starved."

"Let's go then." She told me as she headed for the door I'd just entered. I fell in behind her and waited as she locked the door behind us.

"We don't have to rush back." she told me. "Laurie, my assistant, will be along shortly and she'll be looking after things. Are you in the mood for pancakes?"

"Sounds good."

"Let's go to IHOP then."

Getting in her car, I was impressed with her take-charge demeanor. This was a person who knew who she was and what she wanted. After squeezing her belly behind the wheel of her car, she drove competently and smoothly to our destination. We chatted about the weather and the traffic as we drove.

When we got into the restaurant, she led the way to a booth at the back and after placing our orders and getting our coffee, I noticed for the first time that she didn't have a wedding ring on her finger. She had a beautiful diamond, engagement ring but no wedding ring. I wondered about it but there was no way I was going to ask her about anything so personal. I may find out someday but I wasn't about to even hint about her private life. However, she did ask me about mine.

"What does you're wife think about you spending time out here, Jack? I assume she must be okay with it."

"I guess it doesn't matter because we're separated right now, and are using my time away from home to give us both time to think about our marriage."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to pry into your private life. I notice you're still wearing your wedding ring."

"I'll leave the ring on until our marriage is formally dissolved by court decree."

"I'm sorry about your marriage. I hope it all works out for you. While we're on the subject of personal lives I think we should clear the air on my status."

"You don't have to do that," I blurted out.

I'm pregnant and I suppose you noticed that I have an engagement ring and no wedding band. My fianc‚ was in the active army reserve when he was called up and sent to Iraq and I didn't discover I was pregnant until after he left. Somehow the birth control pills didn't work for me, so here I am, a bloated cow."

"You don't look like a bloated cow. I don't think there's anything more beautiful than a pregnant woman. When do you expect your fianc‚ back?"

"He's back and buried in the Tahoma National Cemetery in Kent, Washington. He was killed by an IED after being there just three months."

"Oh, my gosh!! I'm so sorry." I exclaimed as I unconsciously reached over to grasp her hand. That must have been devastating for you."

"I've done my crying and now I want to live for our child. It's a boy and he's going to be named after his father."

"Wow, that's awesome!! When is he due?"

"The official date is two weeks from yesterday, but that can be plus or minus a few days. That's why I need to get you up to speed on our operations here as soon as possible. I've been sweating bullets until they found someone to fill in for me."

"Well I'm here now so we can get started whenever you're ready."

We'd been talking while we were eating and were now just sitting enjoying our coffee.

"Before we go," she told me, "I'd like to make you aware that my assistant, Laurie, had been hoping she'd be taking over the office while I was gone. She's very ambitious but has only been working with me about six months. I hired her right out of college and she's smart enough but, like I said, inexperienced. She'd be fine if she had a couple of years or so under her belt. That's why I asked for someone who had experience in the corporation and a little more maturity. Anyway, she felt a little put out when I didn't offer her the job, so you might find her a little resentful at first until she accepts you as boss. She's a good worker, knows her job as assistant and she'll be invaluable to you. I doubt she is resentful enough to sabotage you."

"Well, thanks for the heads-up. I appreciate it."

"That's one reason I wanted to have breakfast away from the office. The other reason was I wanted to get to know you before you start. So, are you ready to go to work?"

"I'm ready. I think I'm going to enjoy working with you even if its only for a week or so."

We left the restaurant and headed back to her office. She was right, the office was open when we got there and a young woman was standing, talking to a secretary outside Maureen's office. When she saw us come in she came over to meet us. She didn't look too happy.

"Laurie, I like you to meet Jack Lancaster. He's the one who'll be filling in for me while I'm gone."

I received a grimace instead of a smile so I knew Maureen was probably right in her assessment of Laurie's attitude toward me. She was a brunette with the most beautiful blue eyes, a nicely proportioned, slim figure and good looking legs.

"Nice to meet you Mister Lancaster." She told me as she shook my hand.

"Its Jack, Laurie, and its nice to meet you too. Maureen has been telling me what a fine job you do here. I'm going to be depending on you to keep the office going while Maureen is gone. She's going to have enough on her hands without worrying about me."

She flushed at my remark and commented, "Why thank you. I'll do my best. I know Maureen will be counting on us to keep things under control unti she gets back."

Maureen, who'd been watching Laurie and getting acquainted, smilingly told her, "Laurie, I'll be in my office with Jack going over some things to bring him up to speed on our operations. Afterward, why don't you take him around and introduce him to everyone and then the three of us can go to lunch."

"Okay, I'll see you later Mr.... Jack." She said with a little smile.

Maybe she was warming up; I hoped anyway. Maureen confirmed it after we went into her office and closed the door. "I think I see a little thawing from Laurie. Let's hope it continues. Now let's get down to business. Once you're tuned in I'll breathe a big sigh of relief."




Trust



We spent the next couple of hours going through operations and getting a feel for the biggest, most important customers and suppliers, and learning a little more about the office staff members. When we were done she called Laurie and had her introduce me to the staff. After that, we headed to lunch where we continued to talk about operations peculiar to this office and Seattle. Laurie joined us, and I subtly tried to make sure she had a major role in the conversation.

Maureen was right though. Laurie was a smart girl and competent with lots of potential. She was very feminine but also aggressive to the point of being domineering. It gave me a little thrill to interface with her. I noticed that she didn't have any rings on her left hand and thought to myself that if I wasn't so much older and still married, I might be tempted. Oh well.   After lunch we went back to the office where I resumed my review of office operational procedures with Maureen. I knew the procedures since most of the material was documented in the company's management guidelines. However, Maureen seemed determined that there would be no problems while she was gone. It was also apparent that she had incorporated some of her own ideas in the company guidelines for her office that could be applied to our other offices. I was beginning to think that my time here would prove very interesting and educational with two ambitious, smart women directing and watching my every move.

Later in the afternoon Maureen seemed to be getting tired and I asked her if she wanted to go home and rest. I knew she was fighting exhaustion and I insisted, with backing from Laurie, that she go home. Finally, she reluctantly agreed and prepared to leave. Thinking to give her a break from preparing a meal I asked if she wanted to go out for pizza that evening. That I would be facing a lonely meal by myself and she would not have to prepare a meal. She brightened up after that and told me okay. I got her home address and telephone number and promised to pick her up about 7. Laurie looked pleased at my invitation to Maureen. After she was gone Laurie explained about Maureen's life.

"I'm glad you asked her. She's been awfully lonely since her fianc‚ left and I know she's been burying herself here at work since she got word he'd been killed. Its long past due that she back off and start thinking about her baby."

"Does she have friends or relatives nearby who can help her?"

"Her parents live in San Diego and she was an only child. I believe her mother will be coming up after the baby is born to help her. Her fiance's best friend has been checking on her but he's gone for awhile; other than him she has few friends. I live too far away to be of much help to her, so that's why I was glad you'll be close and offered to take her to dinner."

"Well, I'll see if I can be a little more helpful as I get better acquainted with workings of the office and our clientele. Between the two of us we should be able to take the load off her shoulders and allow her to concentrate on getting ready for the birth. Now, what say you update me on office finances?"

We spent the rest of the afternoon reviewing finances, and then I left at closing time to go back to my hotel. Before I left, Laurie told me about Maureen's plans for my continued orientation.

"We'll be going out to lunch every day with some of our important clients and suppliers. Maureen wants to get you up to speed as soon as possible in case she has to go in early. We've made appointments with most of them for next week. Think you're up to that? She asked with a grin.

"I guess I can stand it." I responded 

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

We left together and I waited until she locked the door and got into her car. She waved as she drove off. I was thinking, there's someone I'd like to get to know better even if she is a little young.

Back at the hotel I had a shower and then laid down on the bed thinking I'd just have a short nap. Just in case I set the alarm and it's a good thing I did because the alarm woke me up from a deep sleep an hour later. I guess I was more tired than I thought. Dressing quickly with slacks and a polo shirt, I headed over to the address Maureen had given to me. The rental car had a GPS that took me right to her place. It turned out that she had a condo in an upscale complex with a pool and tennis courts. It was just 7 PM when I knocked on her door, and she looked rested when she opened it. She was dressed informally in maternity slacks and top. 

"Wow!!" I told her.

"I usually don't get that reaction out of people ." she said with a smile.

"You're beautiful." I told her.

"Well, thank you Jack. I don't believe a girl in my condition gets told that too often and I certainly appreciate the boost to my ego. Come in."

I entered her condo and walked into her living room.

"Don't worry, Maureen. Your condition just enhances you."  "I think you and I are going to get along fine. Now I'm worried that I won't be as beautiful as you imply I am after I have the baby. Sit down. Can I get you a drink?"

"I'm driving so I guess I'll just have coke if you have it."

"I have diet Pepsi. Is that alright."

"That's fine."

She moved off into the adjoining kitchen but we continued to talk.

"What did you think about Laurie? I noticed you seemed to get along quite well. I think she thought you were going to impose your own ideas on running the office and I'm glad you were including her in the discussions. She does have a lot to offer."

"I don't think you have to worry when you're gone from the office. She and I should be able to take care of business okay. Besides, if we run into a problem, you're only a phone call away."

She was laughing as she brought back our drinks. I noticed she had a Pepsi too.

"I think I'm going to be too busy to worry too much about the office. I'll be new at motherhood and it will be a whole new learning experience for me."

I was looking at a couple of pictures on the table. One was of her standing next to a man in an army uniform. I noticed he was a captain, handsome, had blond hair, and they stood with his arm about her shoulders. Both were smiling happily. Their baby would probably be really beautiful, I thought. The other was a picture of her with the same blonde headed guy, but in casual clothes, together with Maureen and a tall black man.

"That's a picture of me and Bill, my fianc‚." She indicated and pointing at her and the man in an army uniform. "The other one is me and Bill with his best friend, Darren Pearson."

"Say, while I'm thinking about it, if you need anything at any time just call me. The hotel is only about ten minutes away and I'll be available 24/7. I love calls at 3AM." I told her.

She laughed again.

"I just may take you up on that. I've been wondering who I could call in case something happened when the baby decided it was time. Darren was supposed to be here to help, but he's on assignment for the Air Force in Germany. He expects to be back in a month. He's tried to be there with a shoulder to cry on when I get depressed after I got word Bill had been killed."

"That's settled then. I'm your backup." 

I wondered about her relationship with her missing friend, Darren, but decided it was not my business to pry since she didn't discuss him further. 

We finished our drinks and headed off to the mom and pop pizzeria down the street. We talked for hours, bringing each other up to date on our histories and private lives. Maureen just seemed to be someone I could confide in and I told her about my current situation with my wife. She was sorry to hear my sad tale and I was sad when she talked about her fianc‚. She'd received the word on his death from his parents because she wasn't listed as next of kin. Shortly thereafter she'd discovered she was pregnant.

By this time we'd been talking about two hours and I could see she was getting tired. Also, the owners of the restaurant were making signs of closing so I took Maureen back to her condo. I walked her to the door of her condo and she kissed me on the cheek before getting on the elevator. I waved goodbye and headed back to my hotel.

When I got into my room the blinking light on the phone told I'd had a call. The voice message said was from Lynn, asking me to call whenever I got in. I placed the call right away.

"Jack?" she answered.

"Yes Lynn, its me. You said to call when I got in. Is there a problem?"

"No, no. I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm so sorry about my actions with Ralph. I know I've hurt you very much and I just had to tell you how much I hate myself and how sorry I am. I don't know why I did it; I'd had a couple of drinks after dinner to help wind down after a hard day with the supplier and the next thing I knew I was in Ralph's bed. I don't know what came over me."

I didn't want to get into it with her now. That would come later.

"Did you review the separation papers? Do you have any questions?"

"No, and that's something else I wanted to tell you. I hate it that the separation papers take us one step away from a divorce but I will agree to everything you want. Especially if it saves our marriage in the long run. I love you so much. Why I could separate myself from my love for you to having sex with another man, I may never know. However, I have an appointment with a psychologist next week to try to find out why. Also I have scheduled to take a lie detector test next week to confirm that the night I spent with Ralph in Atlanta was the only time that I ever cheated on you. I hope that will satisfy your condition in the separation agreement, and it will help us to move on."

"Alright, Lynn. I'm not going to tell you I love you because I'm not sure if I do any more. We'll just have to see if time will help heal the hurt you've caused. I'll be talking with you soon. Goodnight."

I heard her sob as I hung up. 

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The next few days I continued at the office and Maureen slowly let Laurie and me take charge. She would usually come in about mid-morning and leave about mid-afternoon She was starting to look a little more rested after a few days. We had luncheon appointments with the officers of our more important clients and suppliers and I think they were pleased that operations could continue as normal while Maureen was away. Her due date was approaching rapidly and things at the office were settling into a routine with me in charge, but Laurie doing most of the interface with the staff.

Maureen and I continued to get together for dinner most nights as it provided her with company and I didn't have to eat dinner by myself. Most nights I would bring take-out pizza or chicken and we would enjoy it in her condo.

When we were together for dinner we talked about many things and I was amazed at her knowledge of the things I was interested in. When it was time to leave she'd give me a kiss on the cheek. It was definitely not a work site moment but told me she enjoyed my company. Let it be said that I enjoyed her company too.

My evening calls to Lynn continued. Our conversations were limited. She'd tell me again how stupid she'd been and how sorry she was. I finally told her to stop telling me how sorry she was, that I was not sure whether she was sorry she did it or sorry she got caught, so to please stop.

She did tell me she had started to see a psychologist and was starting to make some headway in sorting out her problem.

I did check periodically with Nick and Nadine. They reported that Lynn was sticking pretty close to home and had confessed her indiscretion to Nadine. Nadine told me that Lynn seemed genuinely regretful of what she'd done and was worried sick about losing me. It was hard not to feel some compassion for her.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was about 4AM in the morning about ten days after I'd arrived in Seattle when the phone in my room rang."

"Hello," I answered groggily.

"Jack, its Maureen. I think its time to go to the hospital."

I was instantly alert.

"I'll be there in about ten minutes. Be ready to go."

"I'll be ready."

I'd been leaving clothes out ready to slip on quickly so it only took a minute to dress and head for the rental car. In eight minutes after she called I pulled up at the front of her condo building. She was waiting with her small suitcase in the lobby. It only took a few seconds to get her into the car and we were on our way to the hospital. She told me her contractions were a few minutes apart so I knew it was going to be close.

I'd already been over the route to the hospital and at that time of the morning we arrived at the emergency entrance very quickly. I ran in and told the girl at the desk what was happening and she had an orderly move a wheelchair out and help Maureen into it. She had pre-registered so she could by-pass the paperwork and go directly to the delivery area. I tagged along behind as she was wheeled along. After finding out I wasn't the father they directed me to a waiting room where I spent the next two hours. While I was waiting I called Laurie and let her know what had occurred.

I finally got tired of waiting and went up to the desk to ask about Maureen.

"Hi, do you have any word on Maureen Mitchell?"

"Oh, she had a baby boy and she and the baby are doing fine."

"Can I see her?" 

I was puzzled as to why I wasn't told before.

"I'm sorry, she's given instructions that she didn't want visitors."

Strange, I thought.

"Is the baby alright? Can I see HIM."

"The baby's fine. You should be able to see him in the nursery down the hall."

"Thank you."

Wandering down the hall I found the nursery and peered through the plate glass window trying to find her baby son. There were several babies there and I scanned each trying to find a surname Mitchell on each bassinet. I finally spotted it and thought at first that there might be a mistake The baby in the bassinet was obviously black. It was then that a horrible moment of truth hit me. My god!! No wonder she doesn't want visitors. How is she going to face the world with this?

While I was standing there staring at Maureen's little boy Laurie came up beside me all excited.

"Which one is he? She's not seeing visitors right now."

I pointed to the bassinet with the Mitchell name on it.

She gasped as she saw what I had just seen.

"Oh my!! I wonder what happened. Are you sure it isn't some mistake?"

In response I went down and knocked on the door to the nursery. A pretty, little aide answered, and I asked her if she could confirm the identity of the Mitchell baby.

She went over to the bassinet and looked at the tag on the baby's ankle then turned and nodded to me as she pointed to the surname on the bassinet. I heard Laurie behind me.

"Oh no. She must be devastated. I've got to see her."

She turned and headed back up the hall. I followed.

"I saw what room she's in at the nurse's station," she looked over her shoulder to tell me. "Let me talk to her alone."

I nodded my acquiescence. This was something that a woman could do better than me, a mere male. I suddenly remembered about the office and that no one would be there to open up.

"You go ahead and talk with her. I'll head over and open the office." I told her. "I'll see you later."

She nodded and went into Maureen's room, ignoring the No Visitors sign.

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It was almost lunch time when Laurie got to the office. She came into Maureen's office, where I was sitting, and closed the door.

"So, what's the story?" I asked.

"The father is Darren. She claims she was so distraught when Bill left for Iraq, that she didn't know what she was doing. She and Bill had sex several times the night before he left and hoped that the baby was his. Now she doesn't know what to do, and she's thinking seriously about putting the baby up for adoption."

"I think she should talk to the father before she does that."

"I know and I mentioned that to her."

"Well, I hate to say it or even think it, but if Bill had come home to find her with another man's baby I don't think there would have been a happy ending for her."

"No, I don't think so either. Its amazing to me how screwed up we can make our lives, and we can only blame it on ourselves."

"How was she when you left?"

"Calmed down some, but she's got to get her emotions under control and work this all out. Darren is supposed to be back in a couple of weeks and we'll have to let them work it out about the baby."

I was amazed at how mature Laurie was at this time. I would expect someone of her age would be baffled by all this. When I told her this she exploded.

"How old do you think I am?"

I felt myself slipping on ice as I responded with some hesitation.

"Errr....twenty two?"

"I'm twenty-six!!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. You look so young and Maureen said you were a recent college graduate so I just assumed...."\

She laughed before responding.

"I like the part about looking young, but I graduated recently from Wharton with an MBA."

I felt like sliding under the desk for a moment before blurting out my apologies. "I'm terribly sorry. Wow!! I feel really embarrassed."

"This is going to cost you a dinner. When do you want to pay up?"

I was starting to get myself under control as I responded.

"I recognize my error so if you're not doing anything tonight we can do it then."

"That sounds good to me, but I think it should be after we go in to see Maureen. She said they'd be sending her home tomorrow with the baby. She called her mother while I was there and she'll be flying in tomorrow morning. I promised to pick her up at the airport."

"That sounds good. We can both go in right after work to see her and then go to dinner."

"All right, I need to get to work now. I had lunch at the hospital before I came in." She told me as she opened my office door and stepped out.

The rest of the day went smoothly, and we got together at 5PM to head to the hospital.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The No Visitors sign was gone from Maureen's door. Laurie went in after asking me to wait outside while she checked to see what Maureen was doing. She was back quickly and waved me inside. I went in a little hesitantly but found Maureen sitting up in bed smiling. Her eyes were a little red, probably from crying earlier, but she seemed cheerful now. She was holding her son in her arms.

"How are you doing Maureen?" I asked.

"Better now, thanks. I guess I decided that I have someone that needs me, and I'd better get my act together so I can look after him. Would you like to see him?" She asked as she folded back the blanket that covered his head.

I saw the black hair on the top of the head and the olive complexion that was so different than Maureen's. He was sleeping peacefully and seemed content.

"He looks beautiful, Maureen," I told her.

"Thank you. I'm very proud of him. All the nurses think he's beautiful too."

Maybe I was being forward when I asked her, "Have you named him yet?"

"Yes, he's going to be Arnold Darren Mitchell. I named him after my father and the baby's father."

"That's an impressive name." I gently smiled at her.

"How are you feeling now?" Laurie asked. "Do you think you'll be ready to go home tomorrow?"

"I'm feeling pretty good although I'm still a little sore down there." She blushed with a look at me.

We sat and talked for awhile until Maureen started to get tired. The baby continued to sleep on her breast, and when Maureen called the nurse to take the baby back to the nursery Laurie and I made our excuses and left.

There were a bunch of unanswered questions surrounding us as we chatted with Maureen but we decided to leave them for another day. Laurie and I seemed to have an unspoken understanding that we would not put any pressure on Maureen until she was ready to talk.




Trust



"So, I found this thing in a catalog the other day," she typed over instant message.

"Oh yeah?" he said.

They worked together but had a weird relationship. Most of it was over instant message. Some of it was flirting. Mostly it was probably him being bored. For her, it was the tip of the iceberg. Although what she felt had nothing to do with ice.

"It's this pair of underwear, and it comes with an electronic device. That vibrates. And has a remote control," she wrote.

"Wow. Interesting," he wrote back. Was it really though? So hard to tell over instant message.

"Sometimes, a story just writes itself," she said. 

"Haha," he wrote back.

She'd been writing some erotic stories and only he knew about them. Which made perfect sense, as most of them were about him. Nothing had ever happened between them. Nothing ever would. But it was nice to dream about. And write about.

"The best part was the description. The remote can be used by the wearer, or someone she trusts," she wrote.

That's an understatement, she thought at the time.. Someone she trusts? Quite a responsibility with that little remote, she thought.

The following month, there was a happy hour. It would be a time for them to be in the same room together, although they'd seen each other before that. It was just not in an office. She was nervous as always. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Including about her. She tried to dress nicely that night though. She even wore a skirt.

After a few rounds of drinks, they had talked. Flirted a little. Mostly socialized in a crowd. But she felt brave. She caught him alone.

"I have something for you," she said.

He smiled. "What's that?"

She took his hand, and pressed something into it. And closed his hand around it again. It was very quick. She was really red. And she walked away.

Her phone buzzed immediately as she did.

"Is this what I think it is?" he texted her.

She couldn't look at him.. 

"Yes," she said.

Finally she turned around. He was smiling. 

Time went by. She couldn't stop blushing. She couldn't look at him. Maybe he didn't know what it was? Because he certainly wasn't using it for what it was meant to be used for.

As she stood at the bar, ordering a drink, she suddenly felt it. She was literally mid-sentence asking for a beer when she felt it and stopped talking, feeling red. Feeling hot. 

"Excuse me, did you want a drink," the bartender asked. 

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry," she said. She turned to see him down the bar, leaning on it. Still smiling. Hand in his pocket. Watching her. 

That made it worse. It kept going. Stronger now. She ordered her drink. 

It stopped. Relief.

She drank a lot of her beer and thought this was a bad idea after all.

"How's your beer," he asked now, still smiling. 

"It's good," she said, blushing more. She had to walk away.

She was talking to someone else when not long after, he did it again. Still trying to concentrate, she didn't realize how strong it would be. She had purposely not tested it to intensify it if he actually went along with it. That was another bad idea.

She pulled from the conversation and sat on a bar stool, crossing her legs, trying to comfortable. But she was really hot. And getting really wet. And it was crazy trying to keep it together in public. She had to stop now.

She texted him. "Ok, that's enough. Bad idea by me. I can't take anymore right now. Please stop."

She saw him look at his phone. And look back up at her. 

And hit the button again. Smiling.

Someone came over to talk to her and she again tried to pay attention to what they were saying. But the vibration on her clit was driving her insane. It was all buildup but it kept stopping too soon. It was torture. It was heaven. She needed to get out of here. 

And he was getting worse. Doing it more than not doing it. Stopping for just a few minutes before hitting her again. Sometimes he wouldn't even be looking at her. He'd be talking to someone else nonchalantly hitting it. No rhyme or reason. Just driving her fucking nuts. Over and over, more vibrations, crossing her legs, doing anything she could to try and relieve it. But nothing would bring her over that edge. It was never enough and it was still too much. She was so wet now she was afraid it would show somehow. 

As it was, on a good day she would have fucked him if he looked in her general direction. But now, now she was almost cross-eyed. That was it. She had to leave before she did something stupid.

She'd get home and take care of things herself. Probably for like an hour at this rate. She didn't think she'd ever been more turned on in her life. 

"I'm going. I can't trust you after all," she texted. And she left.

As she got out the door, she heard him behind her.

"Where are you going?" he asked from the front steps of the bar.

"I told you. I can't take anymore," she said. She was biting her lip. Her fists were clenched. She was all wound up with the tension and seeing him wasn't helping.

"I have to get out of here...I have to.. I just have to get out of here," she said.

"Can't take anymore?" he said.

"No," she answered back, still biting her lip.

"Ok," he said. He took the remote control in his hand and threw it far out past the parking lot. 

"Thank you," she said, but she felt sad too. It was a connection with him she'd had for a while. A way for him to touch yet not touch her. Touching her...she needed it so badly.

"Feeling a little tense?" he asked, smiling.

"Ugh! You suck! I have to get the fuck out of here," she said. 

"Wait," he said. And he took her hand and pulled her around the side of the bar. 

"Where are we going?" she said. Her heart was pounding.

"Don't you trust me?" he said, somewhat laughing.

"Not anymore," she said. It was hard to walk because she was that wet. 

"Seriously, I can't take anymore, I have to get home. Now," she said.

He pushed her against the wall of the bar.

"What's wrong," he asked. He ran his hand down her arm, really touching her, for the first time like that. 

"Don't, I'm serious. Not a good idea right now. I'll be honest. Not a good idea," she said.

"I like your skirt," he said. He dropped his hand to her thigh now. 

She put her head back against the wall, closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip almost to draw blood.

"Please, don't," she said.

His fingers brushed her knee. His other hand was on her other thigh now. And he slowly pushed her skirt up, up, stroking her thighs as he did it. She could feel her blood pumping between her legs now, and the rhythm was excruciating and hot and she almost came from his hands on her legs.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Trust me..." he said. And her legs involuntarily opened a little. Her hips pushed out a little. She had no control of her body.

"That's better," he said. 

Her hands were pressed to the wall behind her. Her nipples stood out against her t-shirt. She was hiding nothing and now he was searching for the last secret.

Her skirt was as high as it could go, when he touched her pussy through her panties. They were so wet that they clung to her, soaked.

"Wow," he said. "That is impressive."

She reacted like he burned her when he touched her. She was embarrassed with how wet she was.

"Please, you don't understand, I'm so close. I can't take anymore. Just let me go. Don't do this to me," she said. 

"Don't do this to you?" he said, still softly stroking her wet pussy through the panties. He pulled the little vibrator out of them and threw that also.

"You don't need that anymore," he said.

"So you don't want me to do this....?" He said, as he slid his fingers gently over and under her panties now, touching her wet pussy for the first time, skin to skin.

"Seriously, I'm going to scream in a second," she whispered.

"You can't scream. You have to be quiet. Just trust me," he said, whispering.

"Do you not want me to do this either?" he said, running his fingers up and down her, sliding them over her clit as she moaned silently and nearly bit her finger in half. Her other hand absently ran over her breast and squeezed a nipple. 

"That's good, I like that," he said.

"How about this, do you not want me to do this either," he said, opening her wet pussy with one finger, then two, sliding just barely inside, then out.

"Oh my GOD," she said, and she was loud.

"Shhhh," he said.

"If you're making noise just from me doing that, I better cover your mouth for this," and he did, as he slid both fingers up, deep inside her, and she did scream then, but into his hand, watching him, and he did it again, slowly at first, but just pushing her panties to the side, slid up and out and up and out, and harder, and harder.

"I cannot believe how fucking wet you are," he said, saying her name.

"You are a bad girl, you know that," he said and she could barely understand as he continued to fuck her, harder and harder, with his fingers, making her come over and over.

"Bad girls like you, they want it hard, don't they," he said, and she moaned again into his hand in agreement. She couldn't get her legs wide enough and her knees were weak.

She pushed his hand away and pulled his mouth down onto hers, filling her mouth with his tongue, sucking on it, kissing him so wet and hot, like she had wanted to for so long, and he kissed her back, never letting go of her pussy for one second, relentless, over and over, as she moaned into his mouth. 

"Please," she whispered, "Please, I can't take anymore."

She leaned back against the wall, spent. 

"Trust me," he said, smiling, as he reached for his belt, pulling it open.

"Trust me, you can."

The End.



Trust



The whip laid into Valerie's back with a vengeance. Blood flipped off the end of the whip to create a splatter pattern on he wall behind the creature wielding the instrument of torture. More blood streamed down the nearly dead woman's back from the open wounds on her back; more appearing each time the savage whip laid into her with a loud crack.

"Say it!" the demon raged, it's high pitch voice shrill with anger.

"Never," came the whispered answer, uttered by a throat too soar to scream in pain any more. "I'd trust her with my life."

"We'll see about that," she raged, her face contorted in a strange combination of fear and anger. "Trusting me will cost you your life!"

As she spoke, the demon's skin fell away to reveal a tall woman with scars covering her own back.





Trust



Once the candle was out and safely cool, Francine readied her next implement, a small flogger with rubber falls. She raised Val's head and arms up. Letting the stirrups her feet were locked into, take much of her weight. With a spinning motion, she hit at the wax covering Valerie's back, the strands tearing at the now hardened bits of wax. Valerie felt each stroke, painful stings that had her gasping and moaning.

Taking wax off by whipping it is a slow process that requires the flogger to strike the same area repeatedly. As anyone who's been flogged knows, repeated strikes on the same place are not simply the same pain over and over; but an intensifying pain that grows with each strike, especially if there's no break between the blows. Valerie was subjected to that very intensification as Francine methodically cleared each patch of skin o the wax covering it. By the time she'd moved to the next batch of wax in need of removal, Valerie's skin at a spot was a deep red that didn't fade appreciably as it was left untouched.

At the thicker covering of wax at Val's ass, she experienced a momentary reprieve as the wax build up was thick enough to blunt the initial impacts of the flogger. As each patch of ass cheek was exposed, however, the greater force needed to remove the thicker body of wax resulted in a sharper, more violent pain. The new levels, added to the still aching backside, brought Valerie to tears; small sobs escaping as she struggled to absorb the higher pain levels. Her limbs jerked with each blow, whether it brought direct pain or not.

All that remained was the wax that had dripped down to cover Valerie's pussy. Pulling Val's legs farther apart to expose the crack and cunt of her victim, Francine brought the flogger up in a reverse spin, landing the tips the falls on the wax again and again. Valerie's arousal, which had cooled some under the flogger, began to climb again, in spite of the pain from between her legs. Soon it wasn't possible to distinguish between the sounds of her distress and those of her growing pleasure. Val had been introduced to paingasms over two years ago by one of Charles' friends, Sir Tom. She'd experienced several more over the years.

As she felt her body growing close to release, Val cried out, "May I cum Mistress?"

"Yes, you may, in fact, if you don't cum by the time the wax is gone, you'll be punished." Francine answered, smiling wickedly.

Instinctively, Valerie tensed at the command, actually pushing her orgasm farther away. Later she would realize just how insidious Francine had been. Most subs are used to having to hold an orgasm back, and are primed to do just that on command (though some are more successful than others, far more successful). To climax while subject to someone else's ministrations, especially the painful kind, required relaxing and not trying to cum, an inherently difficult process.

Val tried to relax into the oncoming orgasm, but now that she'd been told she had to, it eluded her. When Francine stopped the flogging, she moaned in desperation. "Valerie, I told you to cum and you didn't."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I tried, I really did."

"I know," Francine whispered, bending close to her head. Francine rubber her hand over the reddened and warm back of her friend. "Still, you didn't, so now I have to punish you."

"Yes, Mistress," Val sighed.

The dominant pulled a length of bamboo from her bag. Francine had a soft spot in her heart for the traditional material in a cane. The more modern materials, such as lexan, had their place, but bamboo was, in many ways, the perfect cane. She rubbed the cane over Val's back and ass, letting her feel what was to come. Valerie shivered in dread and anticipation. While Val never had learned to enjoy pain, especially the intense pain of a cane punishment, she knew Francine had to do this. Until her friend had gone to the edge of too far and brought herself back, she'd never be able to trust herself. That was why Val had no intention of using her safe word; Francine needed to prove to herself that Valerie's trust was well placed. Val knew Francine was ready, now Francine had to learn that as well.

The first stroke landed and a line of fire was laid across Valerie's ass, pulling a scream from her. Francine smiled, remembering the joy she'd once felt at pulling such sounds from a sub. She watched as, over several seconds, a deep red line formed on Valerie's rear end. When the image of Valerie's bloody back tried to re-impose itself, Francine shook it from her head and struck again. The second line appeared just below the first as Valerie squealed in pain, her limbs tugging at the swing. Unlike a fixed bondage, Valerie was easily able to move her limbs, but the motion was useless in escaping the next stroke, laid just below the second line.

Valerie's thoughts lost coherence as she focused on just one thing; giving her Mistress everything. Each stroke was like a hot brand across ass or thigh, as Francine laid 25 lashes down with the bamboo instrument. As each line appeared amidst the loud vocal accompaniment of Valerie's wailing and sobbing, Francine's smile grew, and a pressure seemed to lift form her soul. She felt her skill and reflexes returning; much like riding a bike, one never forgets how to wield the tools of the dominant.

More importantly, though, was what Francine realized wasn't returning as she reduced her friend and submissive to a sobbing wreck. Those emotions were gone; those fearful feelings that led her to beat her friend past all endurance and safe words.   



Trust



Trust--Fragile, Handle With Care

Altowiese MacMurtry suspects her wife, Jerezina Pavelitch, of adultery. The accusation is false. Luigi Bascom, Esq., to the rescue? Luigi tells the story. 

I walked out of Schilo's sausage shop with my half-pound of Bauernwurst and my quarter-pounds of häringsalat and kartoffelsalat. That would be dinner, and there should still be a couple of cold ones in the fridge. I could use them.

My landlord, who was also my client, had ambushed me as I left my 300-square foot hole in his strip mall, the office he claimed I rented at "a real bargain rent, Lu, I promise you" (yeah, right). He told me that I was to be out in sixty days, out of the unrentable space where four successive small retailers had gone bust before I got there, and where no one ever could make a go of anything. 

A big bank wanted the space for three ATMs, a stand-up desk (to be covered with wastepaper and pizza crusts from the next-door Papa John's, whose daily aromas were as much a part of my life as my fading law practice), a wastebasket (overflowing and tipped over), with three ballpoint pens chained to the wall (all out of ink, of course). And I should review the tenant's lawyer's fifty-page rider to my ten-page draft lease at once, so he could sign tomorrow.

Said fifty pages had been prepared by a first-year associate at a white-shoe Park Avenue New York City law firm (he went to Yale, you know), who had to bill two thousand five hundred hours per year at triple my billing rate, and who suffered from diarrhea of the word processor and delusions of grandeur. His magnum opus would have been appropriate to a Michigan Avenue or Rodeo Drive 10,000-square foot branch, glitzed and blinged to the max. 

Our little strip mall couldn't bling if Jesus Himself walked in for a slice and a Coke at Papa John's.

I'd review it, all right, if it took all night. I'd e-mail a 20-page memo to my dear client-landlord, who would promptly ignore 49-and-a-half pages of the lease and my entire memo, and look at one short lease paragraph: the rent schedule. He'd sign everything but the check for lunch without reading a word, and if anything ever went south in the next 15 years, he'd blame me. 

But don't get me wrong. I love my work. 

Home is where the heart is, they say, and it might be, but it had better be where the beer is. As I turned into Palatine Street, I could almost taste it. The first sip is always the best.

Dumped food on kitchen table, turned on my man George Forman the Next Grilleration; I introduced George the Grill to the Bauernwurst, opened the salads and the refrigerator door. And cursed. And swore. And blasted out a stream of profanity, obscenity and blasphemy equal to my best from the day when I carried an M-60 and two boxes of 7.62 in one hand, in 110-degree heat, up the ladder to a guard tower, and dropped a motherfucking cocksucking sonofabitch bastard of an ammo box. And it just missed the First Sergeant. Oh, that was another great moment.

You guessed it. No beer. Diet fucking Coke. Fucking orange juice. Milk, for Chrissakes!

I ate dinner. I drank water. It really didn't matter. Then my cellphone rang.

I didn't have a landline, at home or office--too expensive, and I was never there when anybody called. Omne meum porte mecum and all that good shit, right? I answered; it was nearly my worst mistake that day.

"Lu Bascom," I said.

"Fuck you, my client says fuck you, and fuck your mother if you can find which whorehouse she's in."

"Ah, dear Molly, your ineffable charm brightens my otherwise drab evening."

"Look, shithead, I don't need your high-priced law school bullshit. You got no adjournment tomorrow. My client says no, so tell it to Bernie Bastard at nine a.m."

"Darling, what happened to the Chief Justice's new Civility Rules, and I quote 'Lawyers should be courteous and civil in all professional dealings with other persons'?"

"Let The Chief MILF ask me for an adjournment and I might be civil in denying consent. For shit like you and your client, the answer is no repeat fuck you."

"Molly, do you really think my client tore a hole in the side of a Boeing 737 and grounded 300 Southwest flights, stranding him in Lubbock Texas for three days, just to get out of appearing tomorrow?"

"I don't give a shit what your client, that pig, tore. I know I'm going to love watching Bernie Bastard tear you a bloody new asshole tomorrow morning." She hung up.

Molly Cohen is a delight; you can tell that just from her telephone manner. She looks like a beer keg with boobs, the kind of fat, floppy boobs with a sag that started when she was aged eleven and defeated Victoria and all her secrets ever since. She is ugly, abrasive, obnoxious, obscene and brilliant. She has booted my ass several times, most of which times she actually deserved to win (although my clients will never believe it).

His Honor the Honorable Bernardo Barcelona, known to those condemned to appear before him as Bernie Bastard, loves to eat lawyers for breakfast, lunch and dinner, even during Lent, which he otherwise rigorously observes. He is also ugly, abrasive, obnoxious and brilliant; he cannot, for religious and political reasons, be obscene, although I'm sure such abstinence galls him. He has the lowest reversal rate of any judge in our part of the State; the Supremes, especially Her Honor Chief Justice Ludmilla Hedwig Kovacs (she of the Civility Rules, also known as The Chief MILF), think the sun shines out his ass. Tomorrow morning will be a real treat, ya sure, ya betcha (can't get that beer out of my mind).

I washed dishes and George, sat down with rider and laptop. Three hours later, my memo was done and e-mailed. 

It was really easy; "The lease provides that Tenant (hereinafter referred to as "Master") may forcibly sodomize Landlord (hereinafter sometimes alternately referred to as "My bitch" or "My slut", at Master's whim) whenever, from time to time and at any time, by what means soever, whether physiologically or by use or employment of any instrumentality or device, as brutally, and with as little, or no, lubricant, as Master, in Master's sole, complete, absolute, unrestrained and unfettered discretion, may choose." 

I noted my time on my billing software, although I knew the client wouldn't pay. That was fine by me, as I wouldn't be paying him any more rent, and we both knew it.

Do I move my office back here, as I'd done when Rosabella died? Or do I find another hole? Or do I not give a damn, as I'd done when Rosabella died? Or do I go out and see if I can buy enough whiskey to stop the pain, as I'd tried to do ever since Rosabella died, except there wasn't enough whiskey then and there never would be.

My cellphone rang again. It wouldn't be Molly; she'd be in bed with a porn flick on her Blu-Ray and a vibrator up her ass--at least I hoped so. And, if God listened to a lawyer's prayer, the battery would die at the perfect moment. Hell, that would be better than how I'd spend the rest of my night. Maybe the fucking vibrator would short-circuit and fry her ass. Well shit, a man can dream, can't he?

"Lu Bascom."

"Lu, it's Jere Pavelitch. I'm outside. I've got to see you right now."

"Okay, Jere, I'm coming to the door."

Her hair was disheveled, her face was red as if someone had slapped her. She had obviously been crying, and the self-contained, assured athletic trainer was a wreck.

"Come in, sit down. What happened?"

"She hit me and threw me out. She said I was cheating. She called me a whore's bitch...."

"Huh? Ali did what?"

"What I just said," and she started sobbing.

"If it wasn't you saying it, I wouldn't believe it."

I was stunned. I knew Altowiese MacMurtry and her wife, Jerezina Pavelitch. We went to the same Church, Beloved Disciple Episcopal. I'd seen them almost every Sunday for years. I knew few straight couples as committed as they.

I also knew that I never knew. The second thing forty four years of practicing law taught me is that you never know. The first, of course, is to make sure you get paid.

"Jere, I can get involved if you want, and I can talk to Ali. Or I can get you an order of protection if Ali hit you. What do you want?"

"No orders! They'll arrest her! I love her! She's my life! No orders, no courts! No goddam cops or lawyers or law! I just want her back!" Hysteria wasn't that far away.

I also knew it was better not to ask if the accusation was true. Ask 'em how they want to plead, and tell them to be prepared to make a deal with the DA. If they really mean it, you'll find out then. 

"What do I tell Ali?"

"It's a fucking lie! From the day I met her I never looked at anybody else. She's my life!" I poured her a triple from the bottom of my last bottle of Jameson's 12.

"Stay here," I said, and went off to violate every rule in the book. Here's an adversarial situation. I'm going to talk to an unrepresented person. There might be criminal penalties involved (and our State takes domestic violence seriously; let me tell you, I've been down to the jail enough midnights to interview a client who was looking at hard time). And Heaven help the clown who blunders in, pure of heart but dumb of brain.

Well, what the fuck, it's only my license and my livelihood--and as First Sergeant Yount used to say, "Who the fuck wants to live forever?!"

I walked to Menno Street and knocked on the door. Altowiese's face would have been white if she was. Her face was contorted, still stunned.

"Ali, what happened? Jere came to my place and she was hysterical--"

"That fucking whore! She should be hysterical, what the Hell have I been, I gave her everything, supported her, married her, gave up my Church and my family for her, and that worthless cunt goes and fucks around behind my back, I should have blown her miserable ass the fuck away--"

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Here, read it," and she threw the letter at me.

These thoughts raced through my mind in the minute or two it took me to read the bullshit.

A Nony Mouse, also known as Honest Iago. All it needed was Shakespeare's words. And Verdi's music. 

And the handkerchief? The handkerchief, Desdemona's handkerchief, what Iago gave Othello, driving him crazy enough with jealousy to murder his innocent wife.

A Nony Mouse's handkerchief was that Jere was working as personal trainer with Chrissaundra Carothers. And everyone knew about Chrissaundra Carothers, didn't they?

Everyone knew that there were rumors that Chrissaundra Carothers was a lesbian. Everyone also knew that (a) she had never come out, (b) that it was no one's damn business anyway, except for the people, if any, with whom she had sex, and (c) that as Speaker of our fair town's Select Board and a big political noise in our little burg, she had beaucoup enemies and (d) there were a lot of aspiring politicos, and others, who'd love to see her go down big time.

I knew that Chrissaundra Carothers was a loyal, lifetime member of Home in the Rock Baptist Church. I also knew that one of her biggest political supporters, the man who had discovered her talents for consensus building and thief-catching; the man who propelled her from the Girls' Choir at Home in the Rock; from the public housing project down in the depths of The Flats, to graduating high school unpregnant and to Princeton on a full scholarship, and to the Speaker's Chair in the Selects' Chamber, was the Reverend Jedidiah MacMurtry, long-time pastor of Home in the Rock Baptist Church, the cornerstone church of the district she represented. And that the aforesaid Rev. Jedidiah MacMurtry was the formerly loving father of Altowiese MacMurtry, but had denounced his daughter as a sodomite and whore of Babylon when she married Jere Pavelitch.

Somebody wanted to hurt either Ali or Jere or both of them. Someone wanted to start a bitch-fight between Ali and Jere, to get Ali to divorce her wife.

Ali's jealousy was her weak point. But who would know how jealous she could be? And who would have seen Chrissaundra Carothers working out in the posh gym with Jere? I wasn't that close to Ali. I mean I knew them from Church, represented both of them when they bought their house, and did some minor tax and estate planning for them, but I wasn't great friends with them. Until tonight, Jere had only been in my house once with Ali, at a political fundraiser--which I threw (under extreme compulsion) to benefit Chrissaundra Carothers, even though she didn't represent Germantown, where they and I live. 

"Did Jere tell you she was Chrissaundra's personal trainer?" 

"Are you drunk?! Why would she tell me she was gonna go cheat me with that bitch? I found out from Kay Battersby, she also trains with that cheating cunt...."Ali started crying. I hugged her for a moment.

Kay Battersby? Oh yeah, social-climbing, name-dropping Kay Battersby. She worked with Ali at Community Bank, survived the mergers and downsizings. She buzzed around the rich and famous of our fair town like a midnight mosquito, the kind it wasn't worth getting out of bed to swat. 

But what else was there about Kay Battersby? I had no time to think; the situation could get out of control right now. I decided to go "all-in" with no cards. Why? Because Jere and Ali were the daughters Rosabella and I never had. I didn't know them, but I love them.

I made up a story that got me a really good beating. 

"Ali," I said, "this, my dear friend, is a fucking set-up."

"What do you mean?!" She came toward me with her fists clenched.

"I mean, Altowiese MacMurtry, you have been set up," and I explained why.

I told Ali that if she could be incited to beat up Jere (or vice versa), so there were restraining orders and court battles and a nasty gay divorce, and newspaper and TV coverage featuring Her Speakership the Lesbian Home Wrecker, there could be a lovely scandal, incidentally depriving the Rev. Jedidiah and his numerous congregation (and they all vote as he tells them) of their political ace, and incidentally smearing the aforesaid Rev. with his daughter's libidinous behavior. It could materially adversely affect Her Speakership's chances for re-election, to say nothing of Home in the Rock's role in our fair town's political galaxy....

I made it nice, very nice. I cooked up, without the slightest basis in fact, a dish best savored cold, but with plenty of hot sauce, and a nice cold draft or two of Shiner Bock, or Brooklyn India Pale Ale, or Redhook Ballard ("ya sure, ya betcha"), or maybe even Moretti, especially Moretti....

"Who was the motherfucking sonofabitch who did this?"

"I can't be certain, and I might be slandering an honest and upright merchant, and moreover a compatriot of mine and fellow-member of the Sons of Italy, but it might just be Vincero Reitano."

"Who the fuck is he?"

"He, Ms. MacMurtry, is the managing member of Avelline Hills Construction Co., LLC. Avelline Hills Construction Co., LLC, happens to own that certain piece, plot or parcel of land, lying, being and situate in our fair town, our fair county and our beloved sovereign State, known as Section 24, District 13, Blocks 118 to 122, both inclusive."

"Now would you talk English, or do I really have to hit you?"

"Remember when Wal-Mart wanted to come in here and wipe out every local merchant, a couple of years back? Remember where they wanted to put the big-box mall?"

"You mean where you just said all that legal bullshit?"

"You get an 'A" in the course, lieutenant!"

"And Chrissaundra Carothers dumped it, and this is revenge?"

"Revenge, and clearing the path for their next try. No Chrissaundra means no meaningful opposition for the next time."

"Those motherfucking pieces of shit, those Wop bastards!"

"Take it easy, lambchop, them's my peeps! And we ain't all like that! And you all are the last damn people to talk like that!"

"Damn, Luigi, I'm sorry, it was the rage talking, and the pain. I want my Mommy and Daddy back! And I want my wife back!"

"I'll get her here in a minute. Your Mommy and Daddy I can't help you with."

I brought Jere over. I turned at the threshold of their front door, and left them alone. I think I heard two little girls crying, but I didn't want to hear any more.

I went over to O'Refferty's. I could now have my beer. I needed it, because tomorrow was going to be Hell Day.

"Hey Maeve, how ya doin'," I greeted the owner. It was only a few minutes till closing, and I saw the Police Sector Sergeant's car outside.

"Let me have two draft Guinesses," I said, sliding a ten across the bar.

"That's it, Lu," she said, "I'm closing." But, sweet angel that she is, she carefully built me two of the best. That first sip was almost as good as the Guinness at the Galway Hooker pub in Heuston Station, one block from the St James Brewery, in Dublin. 

"What, is Police Sector Sergeant Dolan going to arrest you? Put the cuffs on you?"

"That comes later." Maeve O'Refferty in private life is Mrs. Police Sector Sergeant Dolan. She smiled.

"I'll bet it does. Some guys have all the luck."

"He's a good man."

"No doubt. One of the very best. Here's to you and him and Meg." Meg's their daughter, the freshman.

Sector Sergeant Dolan walked in. "Closing time." 

"Just now shutting the bar, honey."

"Good, or I might have to arrest you."

"You did that twenty three years ago, remember, at the altar at Our Lady of Good Counsel."

"I know I had something important to do that day--"

A wet dish towel arrived at his face. "Get your car back to the station, sign out and get back here! 'Something important', is it? I'll give you something important!"

"I can't wait. Your 'something important' is really something important."

I finished my second Guinness and wished them good night. It looked like it would be--for them.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The dark night of the soul, said St John of the Cross. Three o'clock in the morning, said F. Scott Fitzgerald. "Bloody motherfucking Hell!" I shouted as I jumped out of bed, catching my foot in the sheet and blanket and barely avoiding falling on my face.

Kay Battersby belonged to The Garden Club. She got her membership by her unending attendance on Mrs. Catriona Martin, proud possessor of the bluest O-positive in our fair town and President of that esteemed institution. And who else belonged to The Garden Club? Its first African-American member, Mrs. Althea Beauregard MacMurtry, alleged descendant of General Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard, one-time Superintendent of the U.S. Military Academy, later commandant of the forces that captured Fort Sumter in 1861, who it is alleged raped Mrs. MacMurtry's great-great-grandmother, causing the birth of Mrs. MacMurtry's great-grandfather. A picture of the General and Mrs. MacMurtry's great-grandfather Gustave adorned the walls of Mrs. MacMurtry's parlor in the 14-room manse next Home in the Rock Baptist Church. Incidentally, Mrs. MacMurtry was wife to Rev. Jedidiah MacMurtry, and mother to Ms. Altowiese MacMurtry.

Kay Battersby has a motor mouth. She would have gushed about having the same personal trainer as Chrissaundra Carothers in the presence of as many members of The Garden Club as couldn't escape.

Could the villain be Ali's Mom? Did she want her daughter back that badly? Did she think slandering Jere would get Ali back? Why not?

Not only did I have to face Bernie Bastard and Molly Cohen today, I had to get proof that it was Mrs. MacMurtry who tried to set up Ali, or anyone beside Don Vincero Reitano. Today, or tomorrow at the latest, the news was going to break that would prove conclusively that Don Vincero had no reason to attack Chrissaundra Carothers. Film at eleven would show the two of them doing everything but holding hands and singing "Kumbayah". Incidentally, for those among you who have read too much Mario Puzo, "Don" in this case is a mark of respect, not criminality.




Trust



I had to work fast, and then make peace with Don Vincero, who would be far from pleased that I had used his name in vain, no matter how good the cause.

And he would find out. Because he always found out.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

But first, the bad news. In Bradley Square, walking up to the new multi-million-dollar Courthouse, I found Molly Cohen polluting the fresh morning air with a Marlboro and her presence, respectively.

"Good morning, Ms. Cohen," I said.

"Oh, it's Mr. Civility Rules. Now I remember. The Chief MILF says we must treat even the garbage with civility. OK, please go fuck yourself, Mr. Shitface. Please go to Hell." 

"I'll let Chief Justice Kovacs know how well you've complied with her rules, Molly dear," I replied.

We were the first to check in with Bernie Bastard's clerk, Margarita Echeverria. Margarita is like the Judge, insofar as she is ugly, abrasive and obnoxious, but she is not brilliant. In fact, my colleague Jason Whittaker calls her "Necessity", because, like necessity, she knows no law. Jason suspects she got the job with Bernie Bastard because Mrs. Bernie Bastard, the formidable Consuela, couldn't imagine Bernie Bastard cheating with Margarita, or maybe because Margarita has digital snaps of Bernie Bastard getting off with a broad (or two, or three).

Margarita snarled at me, grinned at Molly Cohen, and had us sit for two solid hours as Bernie Bastard proceeded to denigrate and insult every attorney who had the misfortune to show up. Young ones were often reduced to tears. 

Then it was my turn for Bernie Bastard as the Grand Inquisitor: "So, Mr. Bascom, what excuse is it today? I hope for originality as well as prevarication."

"He's good at that Judge," chimed in dear Molly, "prevarication and procrastination are all he's good at."

"Your Honor, my client was caught in the recent spiral of delays caused by Southwest Airlines. He's spent the last three days trying to get out of Lubbock, Texas, where he'd gone on business, he can be here tomorrow morning and we can start picking the jury and have the trial...."

"Has Avis stopped trying harder, Mr. Bascom? Are the highways closed? Could not your client have rented a car and driven here in three days? We have a trial, Mr. Bascom. I issued a pre-trial order specifying today as the trial date. We have jurors who have interrupted their lives, we have opposing counsel and her client and her witnesses, all of them ready to proceed, to say nothing of a certain Judge who has more than enough to do beside reminding oblivious counsel that my orders are not suggestions, counselor, nor little hints, nor yet sweet nothings whispered in your unheeding ear." He raised his voice so that his microphone (all proceedings are recorded) shook, "THEY ARE ORDERS, MR. BASCOM! DISOBEDIENCE OF MY ORDER MEANS CONTEMPT MR. BASCOM! IN CASE YOU WERE ASLEEP IN LAW SCHOOL WHEN THEY TAUGHT THIS, I CAN FINE YOU OR HAVE YOU HANDCUFFED AND JAILED, MR. BASCOM! NOW GO PICK THE JURY!"

"Yes, Your Honor, thank you, Your Honor."

"Thanks, Judge," said sweet Molly. "Haha, fuck you, asshole, civilly" she whispered to me as I slunk, and she pranced, out of the courtroom.

We picked. I'll bet sweet Molly was sorry we did. That jury we picked gave my client everything he asked for. But that's another story.

I took enough time picking the jury so that we didn't start the trial until the next day (viva procrastination!). My client, when he showed up next morning, tried to play his usual stolid self, even under a Molly Cohen cross-examination (and I once saw Molly reduce a six foot four, three hundred pound State Trooper to quivering jelly with a breathtaking cross). Still, Molly burned my client good; I bet he wished he'd stayed in Texas. The fucking bitch is a lawyer. But my five foot one, one hundred eight pound witness gave as good as she got, and finally left Molly speechless. The jury loved her. A day of infamy turned into a lawyer's orgasm: One day trial, verdict by five-thirty.

Meantime, I had to get to Althea Beauregard MacMurtry. I avoided the client's magnanimous offer to buy me a drink (and I knew it would be "a drink", not drinks; he isn't a "drinks" kind of guy, especially when he's buying), and went to Menno Street. 

There was a brand-new, nicely-equipped Cadillac STS in the street in front of Ali and Jere's rowhouse. Menno Street, in the old Germantown neighborhood where Jere and Ali and I live, is not a brand-new, nicely-equipped Cadillac STS kind of street. More like five-year and older F150s and beat-up last-century Honda Civics. 

The tags, of course, told the story: "HOME-2". Mrs. Althea Beauregard MacMurtry's, bought for her, in grateful appreciation for her ministry, by the congregation of Home in the Rock Baptist Church, and owned and registered (thanks to my pro bono advice) by said Home in the Rock Baptist Church.

I avoided looking into the car, but made sure the driver saw me as I walked to Ali's door.

I didn't hear the window going down, but I heard Mrs. MacMurtry's call, "Mr. Bascom".

I turned and walked back to the car. "Good evening, Mrs. MacMurtry. May I help you?"

"Git in, so we can talk." She must be upset to talk that way. She'd always say "Please get in". 

I did, without comment. "What are you doing here?" she asked. Ignoring possible breach of client-attorney privilege (Hell, they can disbar me! Maeve will give me a job sweeping out and tending bar, and now that I can sign up for Social Security, I've got it made), I answered "Trying to save your daughter's marriage."

"Whut business is dat of yawz?" I told you she was upset; I just didn't realize how upset until I heard her talk that way. The Garden Club wouldn't believe it. She prided herself on her crisp diction and clear speech; she was really upset.

"None; except I don't want to see two people I love get hurt."

"Neither do I," she said and began to cry.

"Mrs. MacMurtry, then it's five people who shouldn't get hurt--you, the Reverend, the Speaker, Ali and Jere."

She nodded, but kept on crying. So I connected the dots: "You heard from Kay Battersby that Ali's wife was working with Chrissaundra. You know everything that goes on in this town, especially when The Garden Club didn't invite Chrissaundra to Flowerdew Day this year because of those rumors about her. So you cooked up this anonymous letter to Ali, accusing Jere of adultery (and yes, they are married, face it, even if not at Home in the Rock). And you hoped Ali would divorce her and you could get Ali back." 

Shit, I sounded like fucking Perry Mason. Earle Stanley Gardner, thou shouldst be living at this hour! I could have my own TV series--if I was still alive at this time tomorrow. I still had to see Don Vincero.

"Yesh," said Mrs. MacMurtry, "God forgive me, I want mah baby! Ah waited here, night aftuh night, tryin' to git the guts to walk ovah thayah and knock on th'dooah...."

"Mrs. MacMurtry, you can have your daughter Altowiese, but she isn't a baby any more. I'm sorry, but you can't have her except as she is, not as what you want her to be."

"The Reverend will be so unhappy. I can't bear to see his face. I gave him five babies, and I can't stand to lose any...."

"Then let's walk to her house, and you can talk."

We did. Jere and Altowiese were starting supper. Altowiese came to the door, opened it, and I turned away.

I was most of the way down the block when my cellphone rang.

It was Jere. "Come to supper, please come, Lu. We have a very special guest and we all want you."

I did. It was a great end to a great day.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

As I walked home, I made the call I didn't want to make.

"Yes?" said Giulio Cesare Reitano.

"Giulio Cesare, it's Luigi. I need to see Don Vincero."

"Why?"

I went into Italian. From now on it's my translation.

"I need to confess a misdeed to him."

"Indeed? Another one? How is it you visit Don Vincero [yes, even his sons call him that] only to confess, or to have a small espresso with him at the Sons of Italy? Is he become a priest?"

"Giulio Cesare, with the deepest respect, it is a matter between myself and Don Vincero."

"Very well, you tedious person. I believe Don Vincero will deal with matters of lesser importance tomorrow morning, at ten, in the parlor. Why you would be admitted there now, after the death of my beloved aunt Rosabella, I do not know, but Don Vincero is generous to a fault. Be there, and do not waste his time."

"My deepest thanks, Giulio Cesare." He hung up, of course. Back to English.

My nephews-by-marriage, Giulio Cesare and Amerigo, and I, do not get on very well. They loved my Rosabella, and were annoyed when she married me. They deemed me an unworthy mate. When she died, they blamed me, although if I could have cured ovarian cancer, believe me, I would have done so, for her sake even if not for the millions of others, equally beloved, who died, and will yet die, of that terrible disease.

Don Vincero blamed me for not giving Rosabella children. He never was told, nor would he ever have believed, that it was she, not I, who could not.

From the day of her funeral, I was never invited to their house, except to receive orders or corrections. A correction was coming, and it was due. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Again, this is my translation from the Italian. I stood before Don Vincero in his parlor, on a deep red carpet. He eyes drove into me like a bayonet, his thin pencil mustache quivering.

"So," said Don Vincero. "Tell me the story."

I did.

Don Vincero summoned Giulio Cesare and Amerigo.

"Do you want to hear a funny tale from a buffoon, yes, from my court jester?"

Both my nephews assented. If they were amused, I was about not to be.

Don Vincero said, "He smeared our name to save what he calls the 'marriage' of two female perverts," and told my story.

"Father, with respect as always," said Giulio Cesare, "the limit has really been reached. This clown should be thrashed thoroughly and thrown out. It was only because of your sister, our poor aunt Rosabella, and your generous mantle, wrapped around his worthless shoulders like St Martin with the beggar, that my brother and I tolerated having this swine underfoot. But to traduce the Reitanos, not merely my brother and me, but yourself, and Donna Mafalda [yes, they referred to their mother that way]--that cannot be borne!"

"My dear son, 'your zeal for my house has eaten you up', to misquote the Psalms," said Don Vincero, "but still, he may have his uses. Remember, he helped me devise the plan whereby I shall profit enormously from the apparent defeat of the Wal-Mart shopping center on the old Avelline property. All the careful negotiations, evaluations, that magnificent lease, all of Wal-Mart's expertise, establishes the value of the land I shall donate to our dear little town as a public park, reserving to myself only to name it for my father Don Girolamo and my mother Donna Elisabetta. The tax deduction I shall obtain, and the carryforwards thereof, will put me, the son of a penniless immigrant, on an equal footing with General Electric--I shall pay no taxes. I need this clown to fight the IRS when they challenge my experts' valuation. Apparently this fool can convince them, or if not, he might even convince the Tax Court judges. And watch the television tonight. At noon I go to City Center, to deliver the deed of gift, and receive the heartfelt homage of my old foe that pervert bitch Carothers, and we will embrace like lovers." 

He laughed. His sons laughed. I laughed--it might be my last laugh for a while.

"Still, dear father, with all respect," said Giulio Cesare, "however brilliant his scheme, and we won't know that until the last judge signs the last decree, has he earned perpetual plenary indulgence to excuse slandering our name?"

"My son, of course not. We need waste no more time on that. I have my television appearance and you have Tre Fontini. Amerigo, I am sure, has matters to which he must attend." 

Tre Fontini is Giulio Cesare's restaurant, the most expensive in our town and the best for fifty miles; add to your bucket list his Linguine Five Ways, and let him choose the wine. After you have dined at Tre Fontini, declare bankruptcy and die happy.

Do not ask to what matters Amerigo must attend. If you knew some of them, you might be eligible for no-cost interment in a lesser-frequented corner of Girolamo and Elisabetta Reitano Park.

"A dope-slap [this phrase in English] then? Or even better, a Severe Admonishment?" This came from Amerigo, who would not be left out of the fun.

"A dope slap of the Second Degree," said Don Vincero.

"My father," said Amerigo, "your generosity is a byword. I hear everywhere about the generosity of Don Vincero Reitano. Truly, you are generous to a fault. And while no son should ever criticize his father, it is nevertheless a fault, your generosity. Those unworthy of it, like my uncle-by-marriage here, presume upon it, abuse it, and think to evade their just punishment. Only a Second Degree dope-slap? Very well, but I must most respectfully insist upon two ribs, at least."

"Giulio Cesare?" asked Don Vincero.

"My father, if I may quote the Psalms, 'how pleasant it is when brothers live in harmony'. I agree entirely with my dear brother."

"Then there remains nothing more than to bid my sons a good day, and regret I cannot wish my former brother the same." We bowed as Don Vincero left.

"Right or left?" Giulio Cesare asked.

"It doesn't matter; as you wish," I replied.

"Remember he had two brain surgeries," said Amerigo.

"I know. I take it the second was to verify there was nothing there, as they found the first time."

"True, but it was a pity they did not remove the quixotic urges to help dyke bitches on either occasion."

Giulio Cesare went on, "Amerigo called Doctor Katherine New. She will be expecting you. Benno, take my dear uncle's car keys and deliver his car to his home after you leave him at St Francis. He won't be driving for a while."

Benno Respighi (yes, he is related to the composer) took my car keys.

"I trust," said Amerigo, "you don't leave coins in cupholders or cash in gloveboxes. Benno is a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

"No, Amerigo, I am a poor man."

"Well, let's get on with it," said Giulio Cesare, and, stepping behind me, drove a good hard right jab just behind my right ear. As I staggered from the punch Amerigo punched me (I could not tell with which hand) right over my left kidney.

I was lying on the floor. Someone was gasping and moaning with pain. I wondered for an instant who it might be, and then found out it was me. With the realization came Amerigo's kick to my left side.

"How many ribs, uncle?" asked my nephew.

"Two, nephew," I gasped, as fresh pain roiled me.

"Excellent, although three or four would have been better. Good day, uncle."

Benno, who measures five feet in all directions and has the muscular development of a middle-aged gorilla, lifted me to my feet. He deposited me in the emergency room at Saint Francis Hospital, where trauma surgeon Katherine New eagerly awaited me.

Amerigo got a half-case of the rarest and most expensive monovitigno grappa every Christmas from Doctor New. At first I thought it was a thank offering for all the patients he referred to her. However, I learned much later that Doctor New liked more than a little slap with her tickle, and Amerigo was just the man to provide it. So he combined business with pleasure. And Doctor New enjoyed the combination.

Dr. New treated me and sent me home with Benno.

I had to decline another invitation from Jere and Ali for drinks and dinner the next night. The pain pills Dr. New prescribed were accompanied by warnings of the possibly fatal results of mixing them with alcohol. But I promised to join them at my earliest opportunity.



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Chapter 1: Don't Get Upset

Interesting.

I was sitting in the cab of my Toyota Tundra letting the engine run. Thirty below on a dark mid-November afternoon in Fairbanks, Alaska, you needed to let your vehicle warm up. I had only been in the doctor's office for about an hour, but it was long enough that a ten minute engine warm up was necessary. It also gave me time to gather my thoughts before I headed home.

I turned on the cab light and picked up the papers the nurse had given me as I was leaving the office. The important page was on top: Notice of Venereal Disease Infection in large letters and right under it was my name, Carl Stevens. Two types of VD, recently contracted, probably in the past 4 or 5 weeks. And at the bottom of the page, a list of all my sexual partners over the past 6 months and only one name: my wife Annie.

I had my annual physical on Tuesday, and I was complemented by the Doctor: excellent health for a 57 year old. Then his office had called Wednesday and asked me to come back in. Something came back in the lab tests, and they wanted to talk to me in person.

Alaska has one of the highest VD rates in the nation, and the medical community was very aggressive in their VD treatments and in identifying infected sexual partners. The doctor made me promise to bring Annie in for an exam on Monday, as his office was closed on Fridays in the winter. If she didn't come in on Monday morning, the doctor would report her to the state health Department, and a Health Officer would visit our house that afternoon.

I work as a managing engineer for the state transportation department. My engineers design roads and airports for northern Alaska. It is interesting work. When my engineers encounter problems they follow the three "don'ts" and three "dos" that I established: Don't get upset; Don't feel sorry for yourself; Don't make assumptions; Do investigate the facts; Do formulate a plan; Do execute the plan. 

Now I was going to follow my own process. I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes and went to the logical, rational place in my mind that my inner engineer knew so well. 

Emotions temporarily contained. I chose not to get upset. 

I smiled. My inner engineer always enjoys a challenge.

I put the medical papers in my briefcase, turned off the cab light and headed to the Safeway pharmacy to pick up the prescriptions the doctor had sent over. I texted Annie's cell phone to see if she wanted me to pick up anything else at the store. No response from her by the time I checked out at the store, so I left.

Chapter 2: Don't Feel Sorry for Yourself

Leaving Safeway, I headed out onto the Parks Highway. We lived in a small, well-insulated 2-bedroom house near Ester, about 7 miles south of Fairbanks. It was a little isolated, but it had a great view of the Brooks Range.

I parked in the heated garage next to Annie's SUV and went into the house. As I opened the house door, I was greeted with the aroma of baked salmon. Annie was a great cook, and our freezer had an ample stock of Alaskan fish and game, enough to last the long winter. I shed my coat and boots and entered the kitchen.

"Hi, Carl!" Annie said with enthusiasm as she gave me a quick kiss. "Salmon for dinner tonight!"

"Hi, Annie, it smells delicious. When do we eat?"

"Your timing is great. We eat in ten minutes, so go wash up and change your clothes."

"I had to stop by Safeway on the way home, and I texted to see if you needed anything," I stated.

"I put my cell phone on the charger in the office," she explained as she removed the salmon from the oven. "I guess I didn't hear your message."

I nodded in acknowledgement and left the kitchen to clean up and change clothes.

Over dinner we talked about our day. Annie asked about the second doctor visit.

"Well, the lab tests came back showing that I had a urinary tract infection," I lied. "I have to take antibiotics for 3 to 6 weeks, and no sexual contact at all during that time. I will have to go in and be tested several more times to be sure the infection is gone.

"And you have to be tested, too, Annie."

"What?"

"The doctor said that this infection can easily be transmitted between us, so it is highly likely you are infected, as well. I made an appointment for nine Monday morning. I can go with you."

"Damn!" she yelled. "I don't like doctors, and I don't like taking drugs!" She paused. "And I don't like missing love making. 3 to 6 weeks. That sucks!"

Up until six weeks ago Annie and I had a great sex life for a couple in their late 50s. We usually made love 2 or 3 times a week, with plenty of spontaneous kissing and making out whenever we were home together. Since Annie returned six weeks ago from a trip to see her mother we had only made love occasionally.

Annie was 59, and we had been married 22 years. We were deeply in love. Earlier in our history, we both had cheating spouses: she in California and me in Anchorage. We both came to Fairbanks to start over again. Our courtship was long, almost 2 years, but we had trust and betrayal issues to work through. We vowed never, never to cheat on each other. That vow became the foundation of our relationship and our marriage. And we trusted each other completely.

Chapter 3: Don't Make Assumptions

After dinner, I helped Annie in the kitchen, washing and cleaning up. Afterwards she asked me to join her in the living room to cuddle and watch television.

"Go ahead," I offered. "I need to check home email. I'll join you in a half hour or so, okay?"

"Sure thing," Annie responded.

I went to our home office and logged in to my home email account. I found the last 3 months cell phone statements for both our cell phones. We had a family plan with shared minutes. The cell phone bill was set up as an auto-pay, and the statements were emailed to me. I rarely did anything more than glance at the statement before moving it to an archive folder.

Annie had returned from a four-week trip to the San Francisco Bay area about six weeks ago. Her 89 year-old mother resided in an assisted living complex in San Jose, and Annie was committed to seeing her mother every year. She also had several old friends in the area that she saw during her trips. In previous years she had taken two-week trips, but this year she announced that she needed to spend more time, as her mother may not have much time left.

Engineers love numbers, patterns and puzzles. I transferred the cell phone call records to a spreadsheet and began looking for regular patterns. It was easy. Annie called or received a call from a Bay Area telephone number between 10:00 to 10:30 am each Monday, Wednesday and Friday when I was at work. Sometimes the calls were short, a minute or two; other calls lasted 20 to 25 minutes. She also often called a number with the same area code on the weekends at the time when I was usually working out in the gym at the Alaska Club.

The weekend number was easy to find on the internet: the home phone for Bill and Carol Pike. Bill and Carol had been Annie's close friends for over 30 years. They had helped her when her first marriage collapsed, letting Annie stay in a room over their garage for 6 months while she put her life back together before her move to Fairbanks. 

I ran into a blank wall with the weekday number on the internet, so I called it on Annie's cell phone. The number rang five times, then went to voice mail:

"Hi, this is Bill Pike. I'm out of the office right now, so please leave a number and I will respond to your call when I return." I hung up.

I saved the spreadsheet, closed the programs and shut down the computer. Then I joined Annie in the living room watching television. My emotions were churning and angry, demanding to ask Annie questions, but my rational mind said, "Not yet. Be patient. We need more facts."

Chapter 4: Investigate the Facts, Part 1

It was a normal Friday morning in most respects. I arose early, and Annie slept-in. Annie had taken an early retirement from the Fairbanks School District at the end of the last school year, and she had settled easily into home life. "I spent over 20 years getting up early every school day," she announced upon retirement. "I'm sleeping in from now on!"

I loved Annie, but I enjoyed quiet, peaceful mornings to myself. I went through my usual rituals preparing for work, with one exception. I removed our tiny digital video camera from the home office, set the timer for one-hour record beginning at 9:45 am that morning, and placed it on a bookshelf pointing at Annie's favorite chair in the living room. I placed the camera between two books, rendering it almost invisible. Annie always sat in her large, leather chair when she read or talked on the phone.

It was a usual Friday in the office, nothing special. The outside temperature had warmed up to a balmy 20 below zero. I asked my boss for Monday off to take care of medical and personal issues. No problem, he said, we aren't really busy this time of year.

I texted Annie about 9:30, "Coming into town today?"

"No," she responded. "Have a headache."

Annie had been having a lot of headaches lately.

"OK," I texted back. "Will text you before I leave for home."

The rest of the work day went quickly, but I did have to reschedule two Monday meetings for later in the week so I could go with Annie to her doctor's appointment.

"Leaving now," I texted as I was leaving the office at the end of the day. "Store?"

"No," she responded. "We are good. Moose steaks for dinner!"

When I arrived at home, I retrieved the video recorder while Annie was finishing the dinner preparation. I put it in my briefcase, and placed my briefcase in the home office. Dinner was delicious. I loved Annie's cooking. We watched television together after dinner until bedtime. As we were walking back to the bedroom, I told Annie that I needed to check my email.

"Well, okay," she said sleepily. "It's not like we can DO anything tonight. Don't stay up too late." 

"I won't," I responded. "I'll close the office door, so I won't disturb you."

I turned on the computer, downloaded the one hour video file from the camera to a video editing program. Her phone call had been captured. I removed the excess footage to a compact 18 minutes. I enhanced the video -- it wasn't very good, but the sound quality was great. The file was saved to the computer hard drive, to my flash drive and to my smart phone. Then I watched and listened to the entire conversation with headphones. The most interesting part occurred about 5 minutes into the conversation:

"Talk dirty to you? I'd love to! Your 8-inch cock is heavenly. You're the only man who has ever satisfied me. Your cock fills me up and sends me into ecstasy. I have never come so many times with another man. Billie-Boy you are the only cock for me! My husband is a wimp compared to you!" 

"Yes, you do stretch me out like no other. I was so sore when I came back to Fairbanks."

"My husband? I just told him I had a vaginal infection. I wouldn't let him fuck me until I had been back a week. He is so gullible!"

"What? No, he had no clue! He trusts me completely! I could fuck you right in front of him and tell him nothing was going on, and he'd believe me! Ha, ha, ha!"

"That three weeks we spent together was the best vacation I have ever had. Fucking every day! Much better than the one week affairs we had in previous years. I can't wait another year to see you again!"

"When? Well, when will Carol go on another extended business trip? Let me know, and I'll tell Carl that I need to see my mother again. Now that I'm retired we need to do this every three or four months. I can't go much longer without your cock inside me."

"Ah, don't worry. Carol is probably fucking someone on her business trips. The only one who isn't getting any is clueless Carl!"

"Yeah, Clueless Carl, that's our new name for him!

Annie then laughed for a minute or two.

The last half of the video, Annie didn't talk much. She was listening and using her fingers and a vibrator to pleasure herself.

Now isn't that an interesting video, I thought to myself. That person looks like Annie, but I had never heard Annie talk like that before. Her voice even sounded different. As my rational mind considered what I saw, my emotions were seething. Rage was building inside of me, but my inner engineer held firm. "We need more facts," it said.

Before I went to bed I set the video camera up in the same location with the timer set for the time I usually visited the gym on Saturday. Annie was already asleep as I slipped into bed. Given what had transpired during the evening, I slept soundly until morning.

Chapter 5: Investigate the Facts, Part 2

It was cold Saturday morning. Minus 35 by the outside thermometer. I drank a protein shake, packed my gym clothes, and looked in on Annie.

"Hey! I'm leaving for the gym now. See you in about 3 hours, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," she responded sleepily.

"How about we see a movie and go to an early dinner in town this afternoon?" I asked

"No. Sorry. I'm scheduled to volunteer at the animal shelter this afternoon."

"I thought you only worked there on Tuesdays and Thursdays." I stated.

"One of the weekend volunteers is on vacation, so they asked me to cover for her," Annie explained.

"Okay. See you later, then."

I spent an extra half hour working out at the gym that morning. I pushed myself. It felt good to work through some of the anger and rage I had been temporarily repressing. I realized how much tension I had been holding in my body. The hot shower felt good too.

After the work out, I texted Annie that I needed to run errands. After two hours of shopping around town, I stopped into Brewster's, a local pub, for lunch. While I was eating Annie texted me that she was leaving the house for the animal shelter. I left Brewster's and drove home.

Once home, I retrieved the video camera and repeated the process I used last night. I found the telephone call: it was short, only 5 or 6 minutes. I saved the edited video file to the hard drive, my flash drive and my cell phone. Then I listened to Annie's side of the telephone call:

"Hi lover. So good to hear your voice. I dreamt about you all last night. I woke up wet and horny!"

"So when is Carol's next trip?"

"Okay. So she leaves the day after Christmas and will be gone for two and a half weeks? That's perfect! My birthday is January third. I'll tell Clueless Carl that I want to spend my birthday with my mother. We can fuck each other for two solid weeks!"

"Fantastic!"

"No, I'm not getting any right now. Clueless Carl has a urinary tract infection. No sex for three to six weeks, and I have to go in on Monday to get checked myself! What a pain! Not that I'm really interested in him anymore after being with you for three weeks. We only have sex every week or so, just to take the edge off my horniness. He wants more, but so what? How about you?"

"So Carol is fucking your brains out? Good for her. Do you think she is cheating on you?"

"Ha, ha! Maybe she is trying to make it up to you! Hey, don't wear that cock out! I want plenty of action when I come down for my birthday. I want something special for my birthday: I want you to fuck me three times that day!"

"Oh, Carol's back? Okay, talk with you tomorrow afternoon. Call when you can. Love you!"

I shut down the computer, then, replaced the video camera on the bookcase with the timer set for tomorrow afternoon. Afterwards I sat in my overstuffed living room chair. I just sat for a while, not thinking, allowing my feelings to come to the surface. I just sat there.

Suddenly, the rage, betrayal and anger roared over me! I screamed and screamed! My stomach churned and boiled over. I barely made it to the bathroom and completely heaved my lunch into the toilet. I sat there, hugging the toilet, crying for a long time.

Chapter 6: Investigate the Facts, Part 3

When the emotions subsided, my inner engineer took over. I got up, cleaned up, put on a happy face, and checked the time. My stomach still hurt. Annie would be home in about an hour.

One more fact to check. I called Annie's mother, Judy.

"Hi Judy! This is Carl," I said loudly. Judy was a little hard of hearing, and she hated wearing her hearing aids.

"Are you still playing bridge? Good for you!

"Did you enjoy Annie's visit a few months ago?

"Oh, I'm sorry. So you only saw her for four days? Well, you certainly need more time with her! We aren't getting any younger, you know?

"Well, I have an idea to discuss with you. Why don't Annie and I come down around the first of the year for two weeks or so, so the three of us can spend her birthday together? It would be my birthday present to her. Maybe we three can drive down to San Diego and spend a few days there. I know how much you like San Diego!

"Do you like that idea? You do? Great! And you aren't busy with a bridge tournament during that time? Good! I'll talk with Annie tonight about the trip.

"Where is she now? Oh, she is helping out at the animal shelter. It will be good to see you, Judy. It has been too long! Take care. Love you!"

I hung up the telephone. I poured myself a large glass of red wine, and sat in the living room sipping it until Annie came home.

Chapter 7: Formulate a Plan, Part 1

Annie had made a caribou meat stew in the crock pot before she left for the animal shelter. It was ready just as she returned home. A quick hello, then she made fresh corn bread to go with the stew. We sat down at the dinner table and ate our meal in silence. When I finished, I spoke:

"You seem unusually quiet. Did everything go okay at the shelter this afternoon?"

"Yeah, just the usual: walking the dogs. Too cold to stay out too long," she responded. "I had another headache, too."

More silence.

"Something odd did happen, though," she offered.

I waited.

"Betty, the shelter manager, talked to me about something she believed that I said and did on Thursday," Annie began.

"So? Was there a problem?"

"Well, the problem is that I don't remember saying or doing the things she said I did. We got into an argument about it," Annie reported. "I was feeling rather frustrated."

I waited for her to continue.

"What's really strange is that I don't really remember much about what went on last Thursday. I mean, I know what I did, where I went, and all that. It's just I can't remember any details, like who I saw and what I said. It's really odd. I don't like feeling this way."

Annie looked lost, staring blankly at her empty stew bowl.

"Say, why don't I clean up the dishes?" I offered. "Go to the living room, and I'll bring you a glass of wine. When I finish in the kitchen, I'll come in and we can talk, okay?"

She nodded and left for her special chair in the living room.

After the kitchen was cleaned, I poured myself a glass of wine and joined Annie in the living room. She looked a little better.

"I talked with your mom today," I started as I sat down.

"You did?"

"I called her to discuss an idea I had," I said as I watched Annie closely. She looked at me expectantly, wanting to hear more.

"Well, I thought I could take a couple of weeks off right after the holidays, and we could go down and spend your birthday with your mom. We could also drive to San Diego for a few days, maybe go to the zoo. Your mom liked the idea."

Annie visibly brightened.

"Oh, Carl, that's a wonderful idea. I'd love to go!" Annie exclaimed.

"It would be my birthday present to you."

Annie began to cry. She got up, came over and gave me a big, long hug.

We sat together and watched TV until bed time. She held my hand as we walked down the hall to the bedroom.

Chapter 8: Formulate a Plan, Part 2

It was a normal Sunday morning. Well, if you consider 32 below a normal temperature. Both of us up by 7, church service at 9, and Sunday brunch at the Pump House. After brunch, we did our weekly shop at Safeway, then, home. Everything seemed so normal.




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Mid afternoon, I left for about 3 hours for my Sunday workout at the gym. I returned home a little sore; I really pushed myself again. When I entered the house, Annie was in the kitchen preparing baked halibut. I retrieved the camera, took it to the home office, put my gym clothes in the laundry, and came into the kitchen to see Annie.

"How was your workout?" she asked.

"I'm a little sore, but it felt good," I responded. I looked closely at Annie: she seemed somewhat withdrawn.

"When's dinner. I'm starving after that workout!"

"Ten minutes. Go set the table!" she commanded.

We ate dinner in silence.

"Are you talking with your friends tonight?" I asked, breaking the silence as we finished eating. Annie usually talked with several of her long-distance friends on Sunday evenings.

"Yes," she responded without looking at me.

I got up, cleared the table, and began cleaning the kitchen. Annie moved into the living room, in her special chair with a headset and the phone, and she called her first friend. When I finished in the kitchen, I retreated to the home office, as usual, and closed the door.

I downloaded the video on the camera and repeated the same process as before. I found the telephone call: it was short, about 3 or 4 minutes. I saved the edited video file to the hard drive, my flash drive and my cell phone. Then I listened to Annie's side of the telephone call:

"Bill, I am so pissed! You won't believe what that asshole has done!

"Yeah, but he planned a vacation at the same time as our January fuck fest! He called my mom, set the whole thing up with her! That asshole!

"We have to figure something out. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me so much that I'm sore for a week. God, I miss you fucking me!"

"Well, we have 6 or 7 weeks to plan something. Maybe I'll dump him off at my mom's place, and they can spend two weeks together while we fuck ourselves silly.

"I really don't know how much longer I can live with Clueless Carl. I would have dumped him years ago, but he has a great retirement with the state, and I want to get my hands on that!

"Ha, Ha! You bet. He won't know what hit him when I just walk out the door with half of his retirement and medical benefits!"

I stopped listening and just sat a stared at the computer screen for the longest time.

My inner engineer was troubled. It's as if there were two Annies: Good Annie and Evil Annie. So which one is the real Annie? I had collected as much information as I could, and now it was time to create a plan.

I spent the next hour and a half developing a plan and writing a checklist while Annie was talking with her friends. The check list included all the necessary actions for tomorrow morning. The doctor's visit tomorrow morning would be the stage, I decided: I would let my inner engineer go through the logical steps with Annie in front of the doctor. I had to have a witness; that was an essential element. And I would find out who the real Annie is!

Chapter 9: Execute the Plan, Part 1

The alarm jerked me out of a sound sleep. I reset the alarm one hour later for Annie. Getting up Monday morning at the usual time was part of the plan. I would have an extra hour before we left for the doctor's office. Annie would be getting ready while I made phone calls in the home office.

I savored my morning rituals: checking the outside temperature, stretching exercises, shower, breakfast, and dressing. Nothing would be the same after this morning. Nothing.

When the alarm sounded again, I entered the bedroom to be sure Annie was up.

"Hey, sleepyhead! Time to get up!" I announced.

"Nooooo. It's too early!" she responded.

"Doctor's appointment this morning, remember?" I reminded her.

"Oh, yeah. Just a few more minutes, okay?"

"We have a nine o'clock appointment in town. You have to get up and get ready now. Otherwise we will be late!"

"Oh, okay. I will," she said pulling the comforter over her head.

I pulled the comforter back.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting up now. Satisfied?" she growled.

"Yes, thank you!" I chuckled as I watched her shuffle into the bathroom.

"I'm going to be in the office making phone calls," I said through the bathroom door. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in forty-five minutes."

I closed the office door, sat down and looked at the clock. A quarter to eight. "Frank will be in his office now," I thought to myself.

Frank had been our attorney for twenty-two years, and he had become our good friend. In the winter he came in to work early and left early. The next step in the plan: I dialed his number.

"Hi, Frank? It's Carl."

"Yes. I am doing great - just had my annual physical. Say, I need you to do something for me, and I need it done today, by early afternoon, if possible."

I explained the papers I wanted him to draw up for me.

"Yes, I know. If she chooses to fight it, you can't represent us both. What I want you to do is represent me, and line up a good attorney in town for her."

"That will work? Okay, good. Yes, I'm sure. It has to happen this way, Frank. It's the best path for everyone. Take care. See you later today. I'll call and keep you posted. Bye."

At eight I called the doctor's office, and asked to talk to the doctor. He wasn't available right then, but I asked the nurse to have him call me back in the next half hour. I played solitaire on the computer to divert my mind. Twenty minutes later, he called.

"Hi, this is Carl Stevens. Yes, good morning."

"Yes, I am bringing Annie in this morning. But this is a delicate matter for her. I'm afraid that if I told her I had VD that she wouldn't come in. So, I told her that I had a urinary tract infection."

"Yes, that's right. This is what I suggest: examine Annie, draw blood for the tests, then, bring her into the conference room. Yes, the one with the TV. I'll be in there waiting for you both. Don't tell her about the VD. Wait until we are all together. I have a video on my cell phone that will explain everything."

"Yes, sorry for all the drama. Also, ask your nurse not to mention it to her either when we come in. Thanks, doctor. I appreciate your help. Yes, it is an unfortunate situation. At least we can get the medical issues addressed, okay?"

I hung up, shut the computer off and walked into the kitchen. Annie was just finishing breakfast. "Minus twenty-eight this morning," I said to her. "Probably a little colder in town."

"I am so glad our house is well insulated and warm," she responded as she finished her cereal. She put her bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, and rubbed her temples.

"Another headache?" I asked.

"Yeah. Seems like I have one everyday now."

"Maybe you can mention it to the doctor this morning," I offered.

"Good idea. I will."

Chapter 10: Execute the Plan, Part 2

The drive into Fairbanks was uneventful and quiet. Annie's headache was still bothering her. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the doctor's office. I signed in with the nurse, then, I sat down with Annie in the small waiting room.

"You always have to wait to see the doctor," I said to Annie, "even if you are on time."

"It's an unwritten medical rule," Annie responded.

Ten minutes later, the nurse took Annie into the examination room. When she returned, she escorted me to the conference room. I took the video cable out of my coat pocket, turned on the flat panel television, and connected my smart phone. I tested the connection and ran a test video from the phone. Everything worked, as I had hoped.

I sat down and waited.

Twenty-five minutes later, Annie and the doctor entered the conference room.

"I'll let you know in a few days when the blood test results come back," the doctor said to Annie as he sat down.

"That was not much fun," Annie offered as she sat down next to me. 

"What's that?" she said pointing to the smart phone and video cable.

"Just wait," I responded.

"Annie," the doctor began, "I'm afraid that Carl brought you here this morning with a false story. Carl does not have a urinary tract infection. He has VD; actually he has two different forms of VD."

"Carl! What did you do?" a surprised Annie glared at me.

I just kept looking at the doctor.

"Annie," the doctor continued, "Carl contracted his VD about four or five weeks ago. From my examination of you today, it would appear that you have VD as well, but you acquired your infection about six to eight weeks ago. You were infected first, then, you infected Carl."

"What! That's impossible!" Annie protested. "I've been faithful to Carl!"

"These forms of VD are only acquired by direct sexual contact, Annie," said the doctor. "The good news is that with antibiotics and sexual abstinence during treatment, the VD can be completely eliminated without any long-term problems. The nurse has called in your prescription. I want you both to come back in two weeks for another exam and blood test, okay? And we need a list of all of your sexual partners for the past 6 months -- it's a State law."

"This is bullshit!" Annie screamed at the doctor, as she stood up. "How did I get VD, if I was faithful to Carl?"

"Annie, watch this," I calmly said.

I turned on the television and activated a short video clip from my smart phone.

"I recorded this Friday morning in our house, Annie," I explained. "It's a conversation with Bill Pike."

"You spied on me?"

I nodded and began the video clip with Annie's "eight-inch cock" dirty talk with Bill. I looked over at the doctor, and I saw he was slight embarrassed by Annie's explicit sexual telephone call.

"You asshole!" Annie screamed. "You're going to ruin everything. You're just jealous of Bill, and you're trying to get back at me. Well, it won't work, asshole."

I stopped the video playback, and looked at Annie. Evil Annie was now here in the conference room.

"Annie," I said softly, "what do you have planned for dinner tonight?"

I watched as Good Annie struggled to emerge.

"We, uh, we, uh," she tried to speak, "spaghetti and moose meatballs. Would you like that?"

Good Annie was back. She was rubbing her temples again. I restarted the video, and Evil Annie instantly returned.

"Fuck you, Asshole!" she shouted as she stood up. "I'm leaving you for Bill, and I'm taking you for everything you have. I'd never stay with a wimp like you!"

"Annie," I said quietly, "who is your favorite dog at the shelter?"

"Well, uh, uh," she struggled to respond, "Jackie. Jackie is my favorite at the shelter. God, my head hurts!"

Annie sat down, elbows on the conference table, hands in her head. "Make it stop, please, please!"

Then she passed out.

Chapter 10: Execute the Plan, Part 3

I caught her before she fell to the floor. The doctor yelled at the nurse to call 911, then, he came around the table and helped me lay her on the floor. He checked her pulse.

"She's stable, but we need to get her to the hospital right now," he said.

"Good," I responded. "I've suspected some type of medical problem for about a week."

"Any ideas what could be causing it?" he asked

"Something to do with the headaches, I think," I responded. "Also something psychological, since there seems to be a split personality, as you saw."

"Yes, a compartmentalized personality was definitely present."

"My attorney will be coming by your office early this afternoon," I explained. "He will be filing a medical Power of Attorney concerning Annie on my behalf in court, and he will be asking you to sign an affidavit recommending this action. Can you do that?"

"Certainly, but why go to all that effort?" he asked.

"Because the "Evil Annie" personality will fight medical investigation and treatment," I explained.

The paramedics arrived, and they rescued Annie from the conference room floor and gently placed her in the ambulance. I followed it to the hospital.

They wanted me to stay away from Annie because she was flipping personalities every two hours or so, and the "Evil Annie" would get enraged if she saw me. So I stayed away. 

It took three days to complete the examinations and tests. Then I was summoned to a meeting with the hospital neurologist, a psychiatrist, and my doctor.

"Hi Carl," my doctor began. "We need to discuss Annie's condition with you and give you our recommendations."

"I understand. Go ahead." 

"Annie is having minor brain seizures every few hours. They are getting closer together and more severe in the three days she has been in the hospital."

"What's causing them?" I asked.

"We don't know," replied the neurologist. "We don't have the equipment in Fairbanks to investigate further."

"If we don't get them under control, she won't last long, Carl," my doctor added.

"How much time does she have?"

"We don't really know. Not long," my doctor responded.

"What about the split personality," I asked.

"I found two well developed compartmentalized personalities," explained the psychiatrist. "The minor personality was created about five years ago after she had an affair. To the main personality, the affair was completely unacceptable, so she walled off the affair in her mind and created the minor personality."

"Is there any connection between the seizures and the split personalities?" I asked.

The psychiatrist and neurologist glanced at each other, but said nothing.

"We suspect that the seizures are weakening the dominant personality, allowing the minor personality to emerge more often," my doctor explained. "We also suspect that the seizures may have precipitated the creation of the minor split personality."

"You see, Mr. Stevens," the neurologist stated, "the brain scans indicated that your wife may have been having seizures for the past five or six years. When they started they were infrequent and small. If we had detected the seizures five years ago, medicine was available to keep them from worsening."

"But the timeframe fits for the origination of the minor personality," the psychiatrist added.

I paused in my questions to let this information sink in.

"Okay. So what do we do now?" I asked.

"If she has any chance at all, it will be in a Seattle hospital that has the resources to deal with cases like Annie's," my doctor said.

"When do we leave?"

"The air ambulance leaves in three hours. Go home and pack for you and Annie, and be at the airport in two hours. I know that doesn't give you much time," my doctor explained.

"I'm already packed."

Chapter 11: Best Laid Plans

Everything was all set up. I just needed to make the calls: a neighbor to watch the house, medical leave at work, phone tree for our friends. I made it to the airport with time to spare.

The pilot said it would be a four hour flight. They brought Annie on board sedated. The nurse said she would probably sleep the entire flight.

After we were at cruising altitude, I tried to sleep. I couldn't. I kept getting up every twenty minutes or so to check on Annie. She was sleeping.

About three hours into the flight, I went to check on Annie. The nurse caught my eye.

"She's heavily sedated, you know," she reminded me.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I just want to look in on her, that's all."

The nurse just smiled at me and went back to reading.

I looked down on Annie. She was sleeping peacefully. I was far from peaceful in my heart, and questions kept going around and around in my mind.

Then her eyes fluttered, then opened. She looked at me and tried to speak. I bent down to get close to her.

"Carl, I remember everything now," she whispered clutching my hand. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," I said soothingly. "Just rest. We're going to get you better."

"Carl, don't leave me," she cried softly. "I love you. Please, please don't leave me."

"I'm here, Annie," I affirmed. "I'm right here, and I'm not leaving. I love you."

We looked into each other's eyes and we both began to cry.

Then her eyes closed, her hand went limp and she went back to sleep. I walked slowly back to my seat. My heart ached, and I began to cry as I sat down. After a few minutes, I blew my nose and reclined back in my seat to rest. I fell asleep.

I was suddenly awakened by a loud alarm. The nurse was back with Annie working on her. After ten minutes she told me that Annie was gone, probably a massive seizure. There was nothing she could do. She was very sorry.

I began to cry again. I just sat and cried.

Chapter 12: Loose Ends

The next two days in Seattle were extremely busy. I must have signed my name fifty times. Insurance forms, permission to perform an autopsy, medical release forms, and many, many others. I hired a probate attorney and gave her power of attorney to finish the process. 

Annie's body would be cremated after the medical investigations were complete, and the ashes sent to our church in Fairbanks for a memorial service. I called the phone tree and asked that the news of Annie's death be spread among our friends.

Then, I took a flight to Oakland. As soon as I arrived, I called Carol Pike at work.

"Carol? Hi, this is Carl Stevens," I began. "I'm in the Bay Area for a few days, and I was wondering if I could drop by tonight and visit with you and Bill?"

"Oh, not long. Just a short visit with you two so we can catch up. We haven't seen each other for, what, over five years? Sure. Yes, seven is perfect. See you then."

I rented a car, then drove to one of the airport hotels and checked into a room for one night. I took a nap and rested. I ate dinner around four-thirty, then braved rush hour traffic for the ninety minute drive to North Berkeley. 

I parked in front of their house and sat in the car to compose myself. I was five minutes early. I had no idea what I was going to say or do. I just knew that I had to see Bill and Carol.

Carol answered the door with a pleasant smile and escorted me to the living room. We exchanged greetings as we walked. A carafe of coffee, cups and a tray of cookies were on the living room coffee table. I sat in an overstuffed chair, and Carol sat on the couch facing me.

Bill was finishing work in his home office and would join us shortly. Carol and I chatted about the weather and mutual friends for about fifteen minutes until Bill joined us. I stood and shook his hand as he entered the room, then he sat next to Carol on the couch. 

"I'd like to thank you for seeing me on such short notice," I began. "I know you both lead busy lives.

"About two weeks ago I had my annual physical, and the doctor had bad news. I had two types of venereal disease, and I had contracted that VD from Annie."

Carol looked shocked, but Bill was stone-faced. I calmly continued.

"It turns out," I revealed, "that Bill and Annie have had an affair over the past five years anytime Annie visited the Bay Area. We believe that Annie was infected by Bill.

"Both of you," I suggested, "need to be checked immediately for VD and begin treatment. My doctor has turned over Bill's name to the California Health Board."

"You bastard!" Carol shouted at Bill as she began to hit him. "You've been screwing Annie?"

"Hey, stop that," Bill yelled at Carol. "Stop hitting me!"

Bill stood up and moved towards me to get away from Carol. Carol followed him, continuing to curse him and hit him on the shoulders and back. As he approached my chair, I rose to standing.

"I can't help it," Bill sneered at me, "that Annie likes big cocks. You just can't satisfy her, wimp."

I hit him. 

I didn't think about it, I just reacted and shoved my fist into his solar plexus. Bill doubled over and groaned. Carol continued her assault, pushing him to the front door.

"Get the fuck out of here, you asshole!" she shouted. "And don't come back for at least two hours. You hear me?"

Bill moved out the front door, still partially doubled over. He didn't say a word as he lurched down the front walk to the street. Carol returned to me in the living room. I was still standing.




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"I am so sorry, Carl," Carol apologized touching my arm compassionately. "How is Annie doing with all this?"

"Annie's dead," I replied.

I lost all control and began sobbing, letting all the pain and anguish of the past two weeks flow through me. I couldn't stand, and I fell to my knees, tears running down my face.

"Annie's gone. My Annie's gone," I kept repeating over and over again through my sobs, desperately wanting to believe that it wasn't true.

Carol knelt down next to me and just held me. I don't how long I cried. It seems like an eternity. When I finished Carol brought me a box of tissues, and I slowly recovered my composure. She helped me to the couch and sat next to me.

"Tell me what happened, Carl," she said. "Tell me everything."

It was hard. But I did it. She held my hand as I related the story. I started at the beginning, very methodically following events as they unfolded. I showed her the video clips on my smart phone. She cried as I told her about the last conversation I had with Annie. Then I stopped.

I felt calm and peaceful for the first time in two weeks. We let the silence be a remembrance of Annie.

"You poor man; I'm so sorry, Carl." Carol said quietly. "I will miss my friend, Annie.

"And, Bill is going to pay for this. I promise you, he is going to pay."

"Thank for being with me while I told my story," I said, my eyes beginning to tear again. "I needed to tell someone the whole story."

"What are you going to do now, Carl?"

"Tomorrow I'm driving to San Jose to see Judy, Annie's mom. I need to spend a few days with her."

"You're a good man, Carl," Carol offered. "I always thought that Annie made the right choice when she married you. Her first marriage was a disaster."

I stood to leave, and Carol gave me a big hug.

"Please stay in touch with me, Carl," Carol asked. "The next time you are in the Bay Area, please come see me. I'd like to share some of my Annie stories with you and celebrate her life.

"I have my own issues to resolve here with Bill. I hope you won't let what Bill did to Annie affect our friendship, Carl. I'd really like to see you again."

"I'll be back down to see Judy regularly as long as she is alive," I responded. "I'll let you know my travel plans. I'd like to see you again, too, Carol. Thanks for everything."

She walked me to the front door and gave me another hug. I drove back to the hotel and slept soundly for ten hours.

The next day I drove to San Jose and spent three days with Judy. She was devastated, and I did what I could for her. I gave her an edited version of Annie's passing, leaving out any mention of Bill Pike and venereal disease. Judy made me promise to call her weekly. I told her that I would come down twice annually and visit. And we confirmed our planned celebration of Annie's birthday in January.

I returned to Oakland and flew back to Fairbanks, back to an empty house full of memories.

Chapter 13: One Year Later

Annie died one year ago. I took the day off work to reminisce. I sit in our living room halfway through a bottle of our favorite red wine going over the past year in my mind.

Annie's service was nice. The suddenness of her death shocked our friends. Fairbanks is a small town, and the word of her passing spread quickly. I published a one-page sanitized version of her decline and death, leaving out Bill Pike and any mention of venereal disease. People at work were supportive, and I guess it was work that carried me through the worst of it. The hardest part was coming home to an empty house each day.

I started counseling right after the service, twice a week. It helped somewhat. I'm through the grieving process, but trust issues remain. Now I go once a week. I'll probably never trust anyone fully again. My heart holds a dull ache that is always with me. Something I have to live with, I guess.

I poured another glass of wine.

I flew to the Bay Area in January and July and spent a week with Annie's mom. We had fun, but she is beginning to slow down. Annie's death hit her hard. We talk once every week by phone.

I saw Carol on both trips. It turns out that Bill was having sex with at least seven people on a regular basis, including two men. Carol kicked him out and divorced him. During my July trip, I spent several nights at Carol's house, and she did not let me sleep alone. Carol was caring and sweet. A payback of sorts, I suppose.

I haven't dated anyone. People have tried to set me up, but I politely decline. No one can replace Annie, and Annie betrayed my trust and our marriage. I'm just not going there again. I don't want to risk trusting anyone ever again. A few miles down the highway is a widow several years older than me that I visit twice a month. She serves me Saturday dinner and I stay for Sunday breakfast. No strings, just comfort and sex. Young people would call us fuck buddies. It works for me.

I poured another glass of wine, emptying the bottle.

All things considered, I'm doing fairly well, I tell myself. I have my job, nice friends, a warm house, and my memories. But that dull pain in my heart makes me sad. It's with me all day, when I go to sleep and again when I awaken. Sometimes at the oddest times I will cry to no apparent reason.

It's the pain in my heart, my constant companion.

When will it stop? When? 



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Before reading this you should know that this piece contains m/m and f/f sex.

Enjoy and don't forget to comment and rate however you wish

-ExR

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'When I open my eyes, they go straight for him.

When I try to listen to the music, all I hear is him.

I hate him. I like him. I can't stand him. I'd give anything to touch those lips of his," runs through Ian's head as he sits by himself in the midst of a party. 'But let's face the facts; He is a ladies man, a ruthless player, and not to mention, he played my best friend, Maya, like a violin. And! I'm pretty sure he isn't gay, or even bi.' Ian sighs.

Ian is a decent man. He stands about 5'4 and is slender. His hair is brown and has a few piercings in each of his ears. He also has a tattoo on his lower, lower, stomach. He's a quiet person when he isn't with his friends. Some call him a loner, which is pretty much true.

He is sitting on the floor against a wall. It's a spacious living room that 20 young adults can comfortably mingle in. Of those 20 people are himself, Maya- who he came here with-, and him; Nelson. He is across the room, chatting with 3 women, as usual. Maya is a few of her close girlfriends just talking and laughing. Ian's glad. He just hopes she doesn't look over there seeing him depressed. 'That would ruin her mood and night.' He concludes to himself.

But anyways, Ian's sitting on the floor with his beer and for the life of him just can't keep his eyes off of Nelson. 'Wow.' One of the girls with him slapped him and left with the other two close behind her. 'That was funny.' He couldn't help but to crack a smile. Feeling lonely, Ian guesses, Nelson looked around the room for a new victim to torture. Just then, his eyes lock onto Ian's pathetic position on the floor.

With a smirk he walks over to him. Nelson has short black hair with blond streaks, he spiked it up tonight. He is wearing a tight black T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and all black sneakers. The outfit just made him all the more hotter and irresistible to Ian. He looked punky yet his usual suave self. He was gorgeous, and this is why Ian hates him.

Nelson stands in front of him, smiling. His smile was an innocent one which was definitely a contradiction to the rest of him. Ian looks up for a second and sees Nelson's dangerous smiling face and quickly looks back at the hardwood floor. Ian crosses his legs and arms trying to somehow to subtly signal to him that he's not interested in talking.

"What's your name?" Nelson asks. Yeah, that whole signal thing didn't work so well. Nelson nudges his thigh with his sneaker. "Are ya deaf? Come on, you can talk; can't you?"

"Sure I can," Ian replies which also wasn't his best comeback.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. How about you stand and join me up here? The weather is fine." He says teasingly while extending a hand to Ian. He reluctantly takes it and stands uneasily next to, the still smirking, Nelson. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, trying to play off his nervousness. "Hi, thanks for coming. Say, you look a little familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Yeah, try thinking for a moment. I'm sure you'll remember."

Nelson goes into deep thought then snaps his attention back to Ian as he had remembered. "Aren't you one of Mary's friends? Wait, it's either Mary, or umm May... something with an 'm'."

Ian sighs annoyed and angry. He could at least remember the name of the woman he fooled around with for a month! "You mean Maya?"

"Yeah, that's right! Maya; aren't you a friend of hers'?"

"Yes."

"That's cool. She was really stup- I mean, sweet. But she was one fine piece of ass. I'll tell ya that my friend." He stood beside Ian so they both now had a clear view of Maya was looking stunning tonight in the tight black dress she was wearing. Ian even admitted to himself that he was a little aroused when she walked toward his car when he picked her up earlier. "Mmm, you ever tap that- oh, I never caught your name buddy."

"My name is Ian and no, I have never had sex with my best friend. I'm gay, you asshole."

"Sorry." He said in a condescending tone.

'Ugh, I want to gauge his eyes out!'

"So you're gay huh? Sweet," he put his hand on Ian's cheek and stroked it with his thumb, "Because you look so," He leaned into him near his ear, barely kissing it, "Cute." Nelson pulled away, holding Ian's eyes with his gaze. He walked away and Ian couldn't stop his stare from being glued to Nelson's ass. Now Ian felt like stripping him right there and then taking him on the floor.

'Damn him!'

Maya came over and proposed they leave for the night. Ian agreed right away but knew he'd still be in the house for about 20 more minutes because Maya had to hug, kiss, say good-bye, and possibly have a short chat with absolutely everyone she knew, talked to, or anyone she was even slightly acquainted with before she'd ever take one step out the goddamn front door!

While Maya said her final goodbye, Nelson suddenly came into Ian's view. He waved bye then smiled mockingly at him.

They left right after that. On the way home Maya asked all sorts of questions about Ian's night. He answered positively, saying his night was good; he only had a beer, and talked to a few friends.

"Bullshit." Maya said bluntly and clearly.

"What?" He responded confused.

"I said that what you described as your night is bullshit. Need it spelled out for ya!?"

Ian's eyes widened, flabbergasted at Maya's sudden excitement about the accusations she was throwing at him; but he kept his cool and focused on the road. "You never make anything easy for anyone do you? I am trying to drive, please calm down Maya. Now if everything I said was bullshit, why don't you tell me how my night went? Hmm?"

"Fine. Okay, you had one beer so that wasn't bullshit; however, you didn't talk to any friends, you were alone the whole time. And, you look miserable! So your night wasn't 'good'."

Ian sighed in defeat, she was right. But she didn't see him talking to Nelson, and he wasn't about to tell her about that. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry honey. You just need to break out of that shell. You're really living up to that 'loner' status of yours. Just try honey."

"I know, I will."

~*~

A week later, Maya and Ian were invited to another party. This one was being hosted by Nelson at his house. They were both hesitant to accept but they went anyway.

Maya was off with a little group of friends again, and Ian was standing by himself once again. He was standing next to a bookcase in the living room and immersed in a book that he picked out. Nelson sauntered into the room.

He was wearing a black preppy suit that was clad to his body. The tie was untied, the top 3 buttons of his white shirt were undone, and the shirt was not tucked into his pants, and wore a black vest on top. He walked around the room smiling and greeting everyone. Then he stopped in front of Ian.

Nelson put down his beer on the coffee table and slid the book out of Ian's hands, putting it back into its place on the book shelf. Ian glared at him, who was smiling wickedly. "I was reading that."

"Yes you were...and now you're talking to me." Ian huffed and reached for the book. Nelson grabbed his wrist. "Now, now, what's so bad about talking to me?" He held Ian's hand against his chest. "I don't think I bite too hard. Or do I? Would you like to know?" Ian stared at him with an annoyed look. "Well that's okay if you don't wanna answer me because I already know it! Here we go, and please don't be afraid to speak up if I'm wrong. So your probably gonna call me and asshole again and walk away, but, of course, grabbing your precious book first; huh?"

Ian blushed and tried to wiggle his hand free from Nelson. The worst part was that he was right; that would've been exactly how he would've reacted. He was speechless. Nelson let go of his hand and pushed him back against the wall. "But because I'm right I think I deserve a little reward; don't ya think?" He took a lock of Ian's light brown hair and played with it in his fingers.

"Rewarded for making fun of me?" Ian snapped.

"Yeah."

"Get off of me! Leave me alone."

"Aw, I'm sorry," Nelson hugged Ian tightly, "You just looked so lonely over here and I wanted to cheer you up." He pulls away from him with a sweet smile.

"Tell it to someone who fucking cares; I'm in a worse mood now. Thanks!"

"You're welcome."

Ian sighed and slumped against the wall. "Well? What do you want?" Get it over with already."

"Get what over with love?"

"This torture of talking to you." He mumbled.

Nelson raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to him; just mere inches away from touching him. "This is torturous to you?"

"Yes, you heard me."

"Indeed I did." Nelson ran his hand through his hair while looking down at the floor. He looked back up at Ian with a serious look. "Why is this torturous to you? Huh? I really want to know. I know I come off a bit strong, but I can't help it when I'm around you."

"Really?" Ian was caught off guard by Nelsons little confession.

"Listen baby, I'm bi, but you make me lean more towards then men than the ladies."

"I don't believe you. Don't toy with me." Nelson cupped his cheek with his hand.

"I'm not toying with you," He softly pecked Ian's lips. He smiled as he pulled away. Some girl walked up to him and began flirting with him. She was plastered, her words were slurred, and she reeked of beer. Ian was shocked speechless.

When the girl finally staggered off, Nelson turned back to Ian, satisfied at how distressed he was. "I really like you. You're gorgeous. I love your temper. But most of all I really like your ass." Ian's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Nelson reached around and gave his ass a light squeeze. He gasped.

Truth be told, Ian was a virgin. He was crazy about Nelson and now, hearing that he liked him back made him very excited. However, on the the outside, he still looked very perplexed.

Nelson smirked. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

Nelson grabbed his hand and held it over his heart. "Feel that? My heart beats faster when I'm with you."

Ian nodded in agreement, not even hearing what Nelson had just said. And all he could feel beneath his hand was Nelson's hard chest, but he was too much in a daze for it to click in his head. Nelson helped him up when he could stand on his own.

Nelson smiled then gave Ian a quick kiss. He grabbed his hand and led him out of the living room and toward the back of the house and into a large room. Ian stood in the middle of the room to look around the stylish decor. The walls were painted black with white floral designs. The rug was black with a peppering of white on some of the tips. All of the furniture was black with white detailing. It didn't surprise Ian that this was Nelson's room.

It was professional with modern-playfulness to it...much like Nelson himself. Nelson locked the door after closing it softly then joined Ian where he was standing. He slid his arms around Ian's waist and kissed his neck. "What would you like to do, love?" He whispers against the warm skin of his neck.

"I-uh- don't know."

"I have an idea. Why don't we keep going until you say stop? Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"Perfect." Nelson steps away from Ian and strips himself of the black vest and seductively unbuttons the white shirt. Ian backs away until he is against the wall; his favorite position so far...

Nelson took off the shirt revealing his beautiful upper body. He had a narrow happy trail of light brown hair from his mid-stomach leading below the waistband of his pants. But other than that he was hairless. He shrugged off his tie and pulled off his pants to show his bare legs.

He stalked over to Ian and placed his hands on either side of his head. "Like what you see sweetie?"

"Yeah, you look delicious." Ian blushed wildly at the shocking realization of what he just said.

Nelson smirked and said, "Good. Now how about we get you out of your clothes?" He grabbed the bottom of Ian's shirt and pulled it over his head. Nelson kissed his lips than migrated down to devour his neck. Ian moaned when he nipped at his tender skin.

Nelson moved down to his chest and took a nipple into his mouth. He teased it by flicking it with his tongue and gently biting and tugging on it with his teeth. He switched nipples and gave the same treatment to it. Nelson came back up to Ian's lips while working on his jeans. After finally unclasping them, he pulled them down and Ian stepped out of them, holding onto Nelson's shoulders for balance. Then Nelson stood back a moment.

He ate up the sight of Ian's bare body, greedily. His eyes trailed down the flawless torso to a scripture tattoo. He recognized the language as Arabic.

He shyly looked away from Nelson, suddenly feeling over exposed under Nelson's surveying eye. A strong feeling of embarrassment swept over him, making his cheeks flush a light shade of pink; matching the color of his neck and chest.

"What's the tattoo say?"

"All you need is love, in Arabic."

"Interesting choice... What's wrong?" Nelson asks with a slight smirk.

"This just feels really weird."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Well...no."

"First timer, huh?" Nelson stepped closer to him, "I'll go easy on you then." He grabbed Ian's sack through his boxers to exaggerate when he said 'go easy on you'. Ian whimpered at the touch, causing Nelson to smile. He placed his hands on Ian's hips, pushing him over to the bed and laying him down, so his legs were dangling off the side and his butt was half on the mattress. Nelson pulled off Ian's boxers then his own. Ian's breathing was getting rapid with his new anticipation.

Nelson knelt down between Ian's legs then stopped all of his actions and stared up at Ian, happy that he was getting all worked up. Ian gazed down to Nelson because he sensed no movement from him all of the sudden. He met Nelson's gaze, seeing he had a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"Wh-what?" Ian stutters out.

"You just look all out of sorts." He chimed, holding back vicious chuckle.

"Oh, thank you." He said a little perplexed as he blushed again.

"Tell me what you want me to do Ian."

Ian gave an audible gulp and choked on his words. "I... I-uh."

"Come on. Say it."

"I-I want you t-to touch me."

Nelson grabbed Ian's 7 inch woody. He kissed the head which made Ian gasp desperately in pleasure and buck his hips gently, needing more stimulation. Nelson held his hips still so he was in full control of Ian's orgasm. He sucked the head hard while he wrapped his hand around the rest and jacked the rest of Ian's length.

Ian was moaning and slurring nonsense under his breath. He was writhing in pleasure. His balls tightened to his body and Nelson took that as his cue to swallow Ian's whole member. Ian white-knuckled the bed sheets then came hard, his juices sliding down Nelson's throat. He swallowed every drop of the sweet and salty semen as if it was his drug and his last fix was months ago.

Nelson didn't waste any time; he grabbed a bottle of lube out of his nightstand and smeared some on his finger and went back to his position in between Ian's trembling legs. Ian was still panting and shaking while still high from the amazing orgasm that had washed over him.

Nelson pushed the lubed finger past Ian's sphincter which made him draw in a sharp breath. Nelson massaged his prostate then added a second finger, then soon after he added a third. He scissored all 3 fingers until he had him bucking his hips and begging for more.

Nelson stepped back and lubed up his 7 and half inch penis while watching Ian moving slightly uneasy and whimpering, whispering to Nelson that he needed to be filled. Nelson lined up his cock with Ian's opening and paused, "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, just fill me Nelson."

Of course, being the saint he is, Nelson happily obliged Ian's pleas without the slightest objection. Nelson pushed the head of his rod into Ian's hot virgin hole. Nelson exhaled heavily at that heat and tightness of his fuck buddy's ass. Ian gave a faint whine of pain as Nelson made his cock disappear deeper and deeper into his bum.

"Oh fuck baby," Nelson panted, "Aaah. You tell me when you're ready."

"Mmmhm." After Ian's muscle relaxed around its new intruder he started bucking against Nelson again. "Oh fuck me Nelson!" Nelson drew back his hips and rammed them against Ian's pelvis.

"Oooh, fuuuck." He moaned. He plowed into Ian again and again. A sheath of sweat slicked them both as the rapid paced movements continued.

Nelson was a dirty-talker during sex. Tonight was no exception. "Yeah baby. Oooh, you slut. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! That's right bitch you take that cock. Mmm, yeah!" He pounded into Ian harder. "Oh you slut! You love that big juicy cock up your sweet tight ass, don't ya? Oh shit. Mmm, yeah. Take it!"

"Nelson! Ah, what the fu-...Oh. Oh. Oh! Fuck!"

"You close baby? You're tightening up again. Ah, oh. Mmm."

"Yes! Oooh! I'm so close! I'm gonna cum. Oh don't stop, please don't stop."

Nelson chuckled under his breath and slowed his pace then stopped his thrusting all together but was still half penetrating Ian. Ian gave a long whimper of protest. He looked up to Nelson with a strong look of bewilderment. 'Did I say something wrong?' He briefly thought. "Wh-why?"

"Why'd I stop? Well I like seeing you squirm." Nelson smirked, knowing Ian wasn't listening to the bullshit explanation; rather, he was trying to thrust his hips up trying to get Nelson further into him for some pleasure. Nelson grabbed Ian's hips and shook his head. "No, no baby. And if your hands move anywhere near your dick then we'll be done here."

Ian sighed and nodded, still not really concentrating on anything the sexy man above him was saying. He just wanted him to start moving again. "Good, I'm gonna start up again. But I need you promise me you'll be a good boy, okay?" Ian nodded. Nelson jerked his hips. "What was that, I couldn't quite hear what you said?" Nelson tilted his head toward Ian and waited for his verbal answer; of course he had his trademark smirk still beaming.

"Yes! Yeah, yeah. I'll do what you say! I'll be good, just mooove. Fuck."

"Well when you put it like that," Nelson drew back his hips, so just the head was still sheathed in Ian's warm crevice. "I guess I'll continue." Nelson plowed into Ian hard, right to the hilt. Ian moaned. Nelson gasped and repeated this maneuver over and over, although not as hard.

"Oh god Nelson! I-oh!"

"I know. Me...me too," Nelson brushed the damp hair out of Ian's warm face and whispered in a low tone that made shivers go down Ian's spine, "Cum for me baby." Ian clamped his eyes shut and threw his head back as his climax overcame him when he wrapped his fingers around hid prick and stroked it a few times. His muscles squeezed around Nelson as he was brought to an intense orgasm of his own.

"Oh god Nelson. Th-that was mind-blowing." Ian panted still coming down from his sexual high.

Nelson's spent cock slipped from Ian's arse and he sprawled out on top of him with his face nuzzled in the crook of Ian's neck for a moment before got out of the bed to collect his items of clothing. Ian sat up and watched him put each on. "Where are you going?"

Nelson finished fully dressing himself exactly as he was earlier then stood in front of Ian, sitting of the side of the bed still watching Nelson. He bent down next to Ian's ear and whispered, "Ian. That was some great sex. You're one of the best pieces of ass I've had." He kissed Ian's cheek, "But you're as easy as Maya was." He chuckled wickedly.

Ian's eyes grew wide. Nelson kissed his forehead and walked to the door, opening it, but then turned to Ian before fully exiting. He winked then laughed as he walked back down the hall to the bustling crowd of people.




Trust



Ian still had the look of shock written across his face while tears brimmed his eyes, threatening to spill over onto his pink cheeks. He came to the horrible realization to what he had just done, who he had done it with, and what, he had been saving to give to someone special, he gave away. Thoughts of guilt, shame and fury flooded his head as he dazedly tried to collect his clothing and attempting to put them on.

'How the fuck could I had not seen it before? I was just a quick fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me!? I feel like throwing up .Oh shit, better yet, I feel like dying. I need to get out of here; I need to get the fuck out of here. I'll leave. Yup, just get the fuck outta here! I'll tell Maya to stay and enjoy herself. And I'll go. I won't come back, this is too humiliating. I can't let him see my face again. Why am I so naive? I'm such a joke, a flat out idiot. Ugh, I'm worthless.' Ian thought as he quickly dressed himself then hesitantly leaving Nelson's room to go find Maya.

She was easy to find, and he walked up to her, leading her away from the small group of friends she was talking to after excusing them. "Hey Ian. Where were you?" She asked rubbing his arm.

"Oh. I was sick so-." His focus was deteriorated by Nelson popping out of nowhere and stood next to them. "S-so I should go h-home."

"Not gonna stick around?" Nelson said, looking smug.

"Shut up Nelson," Maya spat, "Go screw a whore or something." Nelson chuckled coldly in Ian's direction and walked away.

"Anyways Maya I'm gonna leave. I want you to enjoy the rest of your night though. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Are you sure honey?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later." After giving his car keys to her, Ian walked briskly out of the house to avoid running into anyone, especially Nelson.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he filtered through all of Nelson's words that night.

'"You look so...cute."' "Sure, cute enough to fuck right?" He asked as if talking to Nelson.

'"You make me lean towards men more than the ladies."' "You're the king of pick-up lines aren't you!?"

'"I'm not toying with you."' "Fucking liar!"

'"But most of all, I really like your ass."' "I should've known that's all you fuckin' wanted!"

'"My heart is crazy for you."' "Yeah right!"

'"Do you trust me?"' "Why? Why did I even trust you!?"

Ian collapses on some one's front lawn and hugs his knees to his chest. "Crazy about me? What a joke! Why couldn't I see it? I knew what you were, what you had done, and I didn't see it coming right at me. Someone finally takes an interest in me and what do I do? Put down my guard and open legs." Ian starts sobbing. "I'm the fucking joke!" Ian cries a while longer on the lawn then eventually picks himself up and continues in the direction of his home.

On the way he takes a detour to a park and sits on the swings. "That was my virginity. That innocence that I promised myself to give to someone I treasured, and treasured me. Gone. Vanished. Why? Because I'm pathetic." Ian hung his head in shame. He was tired, emotionally, and physically.

But little did Ian know, there was someone across the park, at the top of the big slide. The stranger was watching him. The person was hidden by the darkness casted over that part of the park. "Funny, I came out for some fresh air, and look what I find. A cutie." The creature whispered to himself with chuckle.

Ian looked up to the crescent moon and closed his eyes. "I wish I could just disappear." He let go of the swing and leaned backward until he fell the short distance to the mulch covered ground beneath him, with a deep exhale. He flinched, but kept his eyes closed, and relaxed his body against the ground.

Meanwhile, the man across the park arched an eyebrow at the sight of Ian intentionally falling off the swing. "What an odd boy...Why do I always find the weird ones. Ugh." The man scoffed while walked over to Ian. "Well, well. Hello there. Are you okay? I saw you fall."

Ian opened his eyes and examined the stranger. He was taller than him but had almost the same slender build. His hair was fine and black, also straight; the bangs fell to side, partially hiding an eye. On the other eye, Ian could tell he had an eyebrow ring from the way the metal glistened from the light coming from a nearby streetlamp. Ian guessed the man stood about 5'7, a bit short for a guy, but Ian couldn't judge since he was just 5'4.

The stranger's smile was gentle, and he looked young; maybe 25 or so, which is just a bit older than Ian. However, the man had a peculiar feeling to him that Ian had picked up on, but even the odd aura didn't faze him, the night's earlier events seemed to take up all of his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said shyly.

"Need a hand?" The man offered, extending his arm out to Ian. His fingers were slender, his arm wasn't thin but it wasn't muscular either. And he also had quite a few scars on his arm.

"No thank you, I'm fine right here."

"On the ground?"

"Of course."

"May I join you then?"

Ian was taken aback by the fact that a stranger wanted to lay with him. Asking questions was one thing but this was a bit much. But it only alarmed Ina for the moment then quickly faded. "Yeah, why the hell not."

The man laid down close next to Ian; so their arms were touching. "Why are you at the park so late?" He queried.

"I just needed to clear my head. What about you?" Ian asked to be polite but didn't bother to listen any further; he stared into the stars and lost himself for a moment.

"I needed some fresh me-er-air. Sorry, air. I needed air."

Ian pulled away from his thoughts, starting to think rationally. "What's your name anyway?"

"Jamie Lamont. And you?"

"Ian Drake. Nice to meet you, Jamie."

"So, you said you came here to clear your head. Have a rough night?"

"Rough would be an understatement. But to sum it all up I'll just say that I was a at a party earlier and trusted the wrong person." Tears brim his eyes, "I was stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid."

"You just met me," Ian scoffs, "I'm gonna get going. See ya around."

"Do you have to go home?"

"Yeah dude, my parents are probably worried by now." Ian stood and was about to walk away but Jamie stood and grabbed his arm before he could.

"Wait, don't go."

Ian was getting frazzled by this handsome stranger who just wouldn't let go of his arm. In fact, his grip was getting tighter. "No, I really have to go."

"But I was enjoying your company. Stay a while longer?"

"Seriously man, you're creeping me out, and let go of my damn arm!"

Jamie let go of the smaller man's arm and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry."

"Yeah whatever." Ian turned and walked briskly towards the park entrance.

'Well,' Jamie thought to himself, 'He is gonna make me do this the hard way.'

Right before Ian left through the park gates Jamie appeared in front of him. He pushed Ian to the ground and sat on his legs while holding his arms still. "What the fuck are you doing!?" Ian demanded while writhing beneath Jamie in an attempt to free himself. However, his movements caused his body to move against Jamie's, which made Jamie a bit aroused.

'Ugh, wrong time for a fucking boner Jamie!' Jamie scolded himself. "Feisty aren't we? We'll fix that later. Please be quiet. I'll make this quick." Jamie squeezed the pressure point on Ian's neck making him pass out with a gasp. Jamie slung him over his shoulder and walked out of the park.

~*~

Jamie stood in front of the open window-slider in his room puffing away at a cigarette in the mid-afternoon sun of the next day. It was safe to say that he was a little irritated. 'When the fuck is he gonna wake up already?' He growled in his head. He just sighed and looked over to Ian's, passed-out, huddled mass on his bed against the wall. He looked so peaceful, yet there was a hint of pain to his aura when Jamie found him last night and while he was sleeping now.

Sighing again, Jamie looked back outside. 'He is just so tempting. He's so cute and innocent when he sleeps. But that pain of his is always keeping me at bay. For that I will let him sleep. I can't be like Val: torture the hell out of a mate until they warm up to you. I'll be gentle with Ian. I haven't had a lover in 20 years for Christ's sake!' Jamie groaned in disappointment. Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, he saw a slight stir on the bed. The man flicked his cigarette down to the street below, and shut the slider and curtains, and knelt down beside the bed; facing Ian.

Ian slowly opened his eyes and made some movement to wake himself. He heard some noise then sensed a presence behind him. It startled him but he had to cautious with his movements, discovering that he was a little dizzy. As his vision became clearer he was then aware he was staring at a dark red wall. Ian turned over onto his other side carefully until he was face to face with the stranger from last night. His memory of the previous night came flooding back to him.

"Good evening Ian." Jamie chimed, seeing Ian's expression turn to panic. Ian slid back against the wall, in some attempt to get way from Jamie.

"You're that creep from last night! Leave me alone!"

Jamie crawled onto the bed and sat Ian up. He leaned in close to his face; with his reddish-brown eyes piercing into Ian's frightened brown ones. "I'm not too fond of people telling me what to do. So you better keep that fucking attitude under control. It'll get you in trouble." Jamie growled, making Ian shudder in fear at his tone which was dripping of malice. This amused Jamie, but he got off the bed and gently rubbed Ian's head. "I'm not going to rape or kill you. Don't worry about that." Jamie turned away, about to walk away, but stopped when Ian's voice rose.

"Then what the hell am I here for!? You kidnapped me for shits and giggles? I don't mean to sound ungrateful but this shit is ridiculous!"

Jamie hopped back onto the bed, and pressed Ian's head into the mattress. "And there's that attitude again," Jamie pulled Ian, by his hair, out of the bed, room, and into the bathroom across the hall. He shoved him into the shower. He landed in an awkward side-ways position facing Jamie. But he didn't move a muscle. "I told you we would fix that feisty behavior, but you're making it apparent that you need it now huh?"

"N-no I was... I- uh, um I'm sorry." Ian panics, not wanting to be hurt by this crazy guy.

"Oh? He stutters? Well, you need to learn your lesson." Jamie quickly turned the water on the iciest setting and watched Ian squirm, trying to get up; pleading with him to shut it off. Ian curled up in a ball and thought about anything to get his mind of the freezing water. "Are you ready to be a good boy?"

Those words triggered a flashback of last night when Nelson had told Ian to be a good boy.

"I like to see you squirm."

"Promise me you'll be a good boy, okay?"

"You're as easy as Maya."

Ian snapped out of his thoughts after Jamie smacked him on the back of the head. "Hey! Don't go off to La-La Land! Now are you going to behave or not?"

Tears rolled down Ian's cheeks. "I'll behave." He said softly.

"What?" Jamie's voice slicing through the short moment of silence made Ian flinch.

"I'll behave." He said louder this time.

"Good, I'm sorry for hitting your head. I got a little carried away." Jamie apologized while turning off the icy shower. "C'mon, I'll get you some dry clothes." Jamie's change of moods led Ian to wondering briefly if Jamie had some sort of bipolar disorder.

~*~

They sat in an uneasy silence in the living room while watching TV. Ian learnt the layout of the apartment and it wasn't a bad set up. As soon as you walk in through the front door you are in between the living area and kitchen. The kitchen wasn't large, mainly because they never really used it to cook food.

The living room, on the other hand was large. There was a maroon love-seat in the corner next to a door, which was to another room. In front of the love-seat, across the room, was a wide flat screen TV. Against the wall perpendicular to the love-seat was a big, soft, puffy black couch that took up the entire wall. There was a side table next to the love-seat and then another on one end of the couch.

To the right of the front door was a hallway with a bathroom on the right and another bedroom, Jamie's room, directly across the hall on the left. The bathroom had a light blue color on the walls. Everything else (sink, toilet, shower, tub, etc.) was white. The floor was white tile with black lines outlining the perfect square white tiles. And at the very end of the hall was another door to another bedroom. The carpets were plush cut and also a shade of dark red. Other than Jamie's room all the walls were a dark raspberry color. It was a very mellow home. Ian had no objections though.

Jamie flicked through the stations trying to find something interesting, as he belittled himself for treating Ian so cruelly. 'What the fuck, I was supposed to be nice to him. Now he probably hates me damn it. ~sigh~ I'm so stupid now he'll think I'm some asshole.' Ian's eyes were fastened to the carpet as he began to think about Nelson, and his whole night of stupid decisions. Noticing how dismal he was getting, he switched his thoughts over to his family. Ian came to the realization that they were probably worried sick about him. He closed his eyes and silently swore to himself.

"You're awfully quiet. Something wrong?" Jamie asked, trying to be friendly.

"Yeah!" Ian said with a bit too much enthusiasm. Jamie growled at him, but quickly stopped. But it made Ian immediately go silent again, not wanting to piss off Jamie again.

"Anyways, what's on your mind?"

Ian shifted in his seat to face Jamie, "I'm afraid my family is pretty worried about me. They're probably freaking out, not knowing where I am and all. Not that I'm desperate to see them, I just don't want them to be worrying."

"Why don't you want to go see them? They are your family."

Ian sighed, "Well they do love me and I do love them but it just isn't how they use to love me before I told them I was... different than them." Jamie nodded, understanding what Ian meant. He continued, "They were pretty close to kicking me out anyways. Then all I would have is my best friend Maya. Sorry, I'm just rambling on, aren't I?" Ian finished with a hurt chuckle.

Jamie rubbed his chin and finally said, "I'll let you see them...in time. If you want."

"How long do you mean?"

"When I'm able to trust you."

"And how do I that, make you trust me?"

"That comes with time." Jamie chuckles.

"And I'm guessing you're not that kind of guy who gives hints?" Ian teases, finding himself smiling. Believe or not, he actually felt himself warming up to this weird, sort of terrifying ,stranger.

"You guessed right." Jamie winks, returning the gentle smile he had just received from the younger man. Jamie was falling for Ian quick.

~*~

About an hour later there was a rustling outside the front door. Finally it opened and a woman stepped in drunkenly; and made her way to the love-seat in the living room. She was a little shorter than Ian and had a slender frame. She had nice full breasts, lean legs and arms, a tight stomach, and long brunette hair that came down to the middle of her back. The woman was beautiful. She reminded Ian of Maya momentarily, the way their beauty seemed to catch his eye and make him wonder if he was bi-sexual rather than gay.

"Hey Val. Have a good time?" Jamie asked, trying his best to contain a laugh. Surely this hasn't been the worst condition she has been in, which was a good thing, but he thought it would be a little offensive to her if he were to laugh.

"Mmmhhmmm. Who's that?" She pointed to Ian as she giggled noticing her exuberance.

"This is my friend Ian." Jamie said as he rested his hand upon Ian's shoulder, which made him shiver a bit. He hoped Jamie hadn't noticed.

"Oooh. Ian. He looks delicious." Val winked to Jamie. Ian's look of bewilderment caught Val's sharp eye; even though she was wasted. "Honey? You don't know do you?" Ian shook his head becoming even more confused as to what she was talking about. Jamie desperately motioned for her to stop talking, but she paid no mind to him. "We're vampires hun. But Jamie here won't eat ya. Or kill ya."

"A-a what!?" Ian gasped out.

"Jamie, I think he is hard of hearing or something," She said to Jamie, then turned to Ian, "I said we're vampires! This whole building is full of them!" She said louder to him.

Jamie sighed and hung his head. 'This drunk bitch...why is she my fucking best friend???' Ian got up silently and went to Jamie's room, sitting down on the bed.

"I broke it to him gently huh?" Val slurred still giggling, as merry as could be.

Jamie got up, "Yeah. You were brilliant Val. Now go to you room please."

"Roger that! Captain ass wipe!"

Jamie sighed even heavier while walking down the hall to his room. He shut the door behind him after entering his room then stood before Ian, whom was waiting for him to say something.

Giving up, Ian spoke up first, "So, you're a vampire. That chick Val is a vampire. And this whole apartment building is run by vampires." He said more as a statement than a question.

"Well yes. This is a safe place for my kind to live in society. And I also have another roommate, Aiden. He is a close friend of mine along with Val. But he isn't too friendly," Jamie paused and exhaled heavily, "Sorry. I should have told you earlier."

"Uh-huh. It's okay. But um... if you're not going to kill me then what are you gonna do with me?"

"Well I haven't had human blood in a long while and..." Jamie trailed off.

"And what?"

"Listen Ian, I know you're gay."

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"You were sleep-talking. I heard you saying some very, uh, suggestive things about what Nelson was doing to you," Jamie blushed thinking about the hard on he'd gotten when he was listening to Ian speaking so lewdly in his sleep.

Ian blushed profusely hearing that he spoke such things, which were so flamboyant that Jamie could tell his sexual preference. He hid his face behind his hands so ashamed.

Jamie pulled his hands away from his face and held both of them while kneeling down in front of him. Something about seeing Ian somewhat hurt was enough for the creature to care for him and want to take that hurt away. "If it helps any, I'll have you know that I'm gay too. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Jamie smiled on the outside but was sweating like a whore at church on the inside at the realization that he just told the man he liked he was gay.

Ian looked into Jamie's brown eyes with the reddish hue. At that moment, all of the fear that he might've had associated with Jamie was gone. The man was really beautiful. And he was a very warm person, like he had seen earlier that night. 'Oh no. I'm attracted to my kidnapper.' He sighed to compose himself in any way he could. "Thank you, that does make me feel much better." Ian smiled warmly to his new found dangerous attraction.

"Good. We should get some sleep. Looks like you could use it."

"I sure do."

Ian settled on one side of Jamie's bed and Jamie settled on the other and both drifted into the darkness of sleep.

~*~

The next morning Ian woke up in the bed alone and went to the bathroom. He walked in and noticed a girl at the sink washing her face. "Oh excuse me. Sorry." Ian said embarrassed looking at the floor.

"Nonsense," The girl waved off his apology, "Its fine. Stay."

"Uh, I have to pee." He added feeling his cheeks burn harder.

She chuckled, a cute little giggle that made Ian look up at her. "I won't look. I promise." The girl said while turning to face the wall while Ian quickly did his business and flushed.




Trust



'My life seems to get weirder by the fuckin' second.' He thought briefly, as the girl turned back around to the sink and continued tending to her face. Ian stood facing her but at a sudden loss for words.

"I'm Vaness by the way."

"Just Vaness-"

She cut him off in explanation, "Yeah I know; 'where's the 'a'?' But that's what it says on my birth certificate. My parents were hippies. Ha."

"Oh. Well, um, my name is Ian. Nice to meet you Vaness, I'm assuming you're a vampire too?"

"Nope."

"No?"

Vaness went to the closet and grabbed a towel then returned to the sink and began applying some make-up. "That's right. I'm human. You are too huh?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well that's great! Would you like to be friends then?"

"Sure that'd be great," Ian paused to smile; not feeling all that lonely since this girl did seem really nice. "Do you live here too?"

"I'm Val's girlfriend. All my stuff is in her room, and I never leave the house, so yeah, I guess you could say that I live here too."

"Val is a le-"

"-Lesbian?" Vaness finished for him. "No, but she is bi; I'm the lesbian." She smiled to herself.

"Oh. Um, when you said 'never leave the house', were you serious?"

"Yup, I usually stay in Val's room all day and night. Sometimes I go out in the living room to watch some TV to catch up with the outside world. But I always get Jamie to bring me a newspaper. Or sometimes I hang out in the kitchen. Oh! Or the occasional party downstairs."

At the mention of the kitchen Ian suddenly felt hungry. He had totally ignored it yesterday.

"Well I am starving for some breakfast. Want some cereal?" She said picking up her belongings and leading him to the kitchen.

"Yes, please. How long have you been here?"

"I've been here a little over a year." She answered pouring milk into two bowls of Honey Bunches of Oats.

"And Val still doesn't trust you enough to let you leave?"

"Ugh yeah," She sat at the table after handing Ian his bowl then took the first bite of hers. "I'm still trying to figure out what I'm supposed say. It's like a phrase or something that she wants to hear from me. I just have no idea what it is. Hopefully, now that you're here, we can both put our heads together and figure it out."

"Sounds like a deal. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking." Ian blushed, looking down at his cereal.

"Not a problem. I'm 19; you?"

"24. You're so young. How did meet Val anyway?"

"Full of questions aren't ya? I'm just kidding. Well a year ago, after my birthday, a bunch of friends and I got into a bar, with the help of some fake ID might I add, and we split up after getting drinks. I was mingling with a few people, and then Val caught my eye. We were talking and she convinced me to come back here. She gave me a glass of wine with something in it, to make me sleepy. Then I woke up the next morning." Vaness looked off remembering something then smiled to herself and looked back to Ian as he asked her another question.

"Did you ever try to leave?"

"I wanted to but then Val gave me a choice before tried to escape. Either I could've left and I'd never see her again, or I could've stayed and possibly not leave for a very long time. It made me think about the life I had and what I could have. To put it simply: I had no life. All I had was school. I had a few friends but not close friends that I could truly confide in. I didn't have family. My parents had no siblings and their parents died early. I was an only child too, so I didn't have siblings.

So to sum it up, I was pretty fucking lonely. Then I met Val at the bar and she was so...so interesting. From the moment I laid my eyes on her something in me was just drawn to her, and I couldn't bring myself to back away. I don't wanna say 'it was love at first sight' but I guess I have to." Vaness smiled again. "I know sitting in an apartment all day isn't that glamorous but the sex is amazing so I don't mind."

Ian laughed then went back to eating his cereal. Thoughts of Nelson penetrated his mind and his expression slowly turned into a forlorn one. Vaness noticed his changing of moods and would have none of that!

"Hey, you okay? Caught you daydreaming, or shall I say nightmare. What's wrong?"

"Nah, I was just remembering something."

Vaness brought both their empty bowls to the sink and went to Ian's side. "What is it? I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Well two nights ago I went to this party and to put it short and sweet: I was deceived by this guy I liked and we ended up having sex. Turns out I was just a quickie for him. He took my virginity and threw it away like trash. I can't believe I trusted him." Tears spilled over Ian's cheeks while he felt a wave a disappointment come over him. How could he be that stupid? It was Nelson. Was he blind? Ian felt so ashamed of himself. He was an adult not a pathetic stupid teenager. What was he thinking!?

Vaness cut through his mantra of degrading comments by hugging him tightly. "Don't cry honey," She soothed and handed him a tissue. "Every thing's all right. I know how it feels to regret the things we do but there isn't much you can do about it now; no sense in feeling ashamed or humiliated about it. The best thing to do, honey, is to move on. I know that seems pretty impossible but you have to keep your head up and forget all about that stuff. It will just eat away at you. So start with Jamie. He is a great guy and will treat you right. You gotta just let yourself like him though."

She was right. Ian knew she was. He had to forget about all that happened with Nelson and move on. Before he fell off the swing that night, he had wished to disappear. Well this is about as close as it's gonna get. He has been given a second chance; a chance to love and be loved by Jamie. "Thank you Vaness. I'll try."

Vaness kissed his cheek and gave him another squeeze before releasing him. The front door opened and Val walked into the kitchen with groceries.

"Well, well hello... I'm sorry, what's your name again?"

"That's okay, I'm Ian."

"That's right. Ian. I'm sorry Ian. I know I was shit-faced last night. I apologize." Val turned to Vaness and caressed her cheek with her hand. "Hi baby, how are you?"

"I'm fine, welcome home." Val hugged her then turned them towards Ian.

"So are you two getting along well?"

"Yup," Ian answered cheerily, "We were just talking and getting to be friends."

"Good," Val smiled, "But I'll let you know now that I'm very protective and territorial of Vaness." She disclosed, hugging her love closer to her.

"Fuck yeah you are..." Vaness mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Val asked with a smirk.

"Oh, it was nothing." Vaness smiled, feigning innocence.

"I thought I heard you say something."

"Me? Say something? Nooo."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh you're gonna get it. So gonna get it." She tickled Vaness to the floor. Ian laughed as he watched them play on the floor, so in love. Vaness said truce and they both got up, sharing a few sexy and dirty looks.

"So are you and Jamie getting along okay?" Val queried.

"We're getting better." Ian smiled to Vaness. She smiled back.

"Good, I'll tell you a little secret about Jamie then. He may come off or try to come off as a tough guy but he is actually just a really sweet, soft-hearted kind of guy. Don't be afraid of him." Val winked to Ian.

The door opened again, and Jamie walked in. Ian turned and smiled at him. Jamie smiled back seeing how cute Ian's smile was, and it was just for him. Then he told himself not to get too carried away and took of his sneakers. "Hey." He said walking over to Ian. He pecked his cheek without thinking and tried to distract him by quickly asking "How are you? Did you sleep well?"

Ian blushed when he realized Jamie had just kissed his cheek. But he hurriedly composed himself and replied, "I'm great. And I slept well thank you." He heard snickering coming from the ladies across the kitchen.

"Good." Jamie struggled to find words, so he just grinned. 'Perfect. When all else fails, just look creepy! Nice going Jamie.' He scolded himself.

Ian took a deep breath and pecked Jamie's cheek then quickly looked down at the floor. "H-how was your, uh, day?" 'Great now he probably thinks I'm afraid of him. Ugh, I'm such a loser. Nice job Ian.' After a moment of silence, Ian looked back up to Jamie who had a light dusting of pink across his cheeks.

"It was okay." He replied and the shade pink got darker.

The hushed laughter returned at the other side of the kitchen.

~*~

A few days had passed. Ian was sitting on the bed in Jamie's room, and Jamie was over at the window slider having a cigarette. After a lot of thinking, Ian couldn't help but to wonder about where the hell he was- who wouldn't?

"Hey, Jamie?" He asked quietly.

"Hm?" Jamie hummed blowing smoke out through his nose and looking over to his dearest.

"Uh, where exactly am I? Like, what's the name of the city?"

"This small, conveniently, overlooked city is called Millbury. Just a few miles away from the park we met in. Anything else de-, err, Ian?"

Ian smiled at the "tough guy's" stammer. "Yeah. Where do you work?"

Jamie smiled inwardly at the younger man's cute face. "A few blocks away at the grocery store. It's a 24-hour store. I'm an extra for all the shifts that need to be covered so my boss doesn't have to pay anybody overtime. He thinks he is saving money. Murphy is an idiot, but he's a cool dude." He chuckles then takes another drag of his cig.

"Thank you Jamie." 'For making disappear, and... a second chance.'

"For what? I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you. There were just some things I was frustrated about. But I'm over them now. So I'm okay." He had a hint of dejection in his voice that Jamie easily picked up on.

He flicked his cigarette to the street below and closed the slider before making his way over to the bed and sitting next to Ian. "You wanna tell me about what was bothering you?"

Ian looked over to Jamie and couldn't help but to blush at the site of him. His hair was gently tousled from rolling around in his sleep, light stubble covered his jaw and most of his cheeks, and then he looked into his eyes full of concern and adoration. Ian looked away before he lost his train of thought.

"The night we met at the park, I had just come from a party. That guy Nelson sweet-talked me into believing he actually liked me. I had a crush on him already so it was pretty easy for him to fool me into bed. As you can probably guess we had sex and afterwards he got up right away and got dressed. He then explained to me how easy I was, how I was a great piece of ass, and left the room.

I remember sitting there and feeling like getting sick. It was my virginity that we both threw away. I pulled myself together, made an excuse to leave, and ended up at the park."

Jamie hugged Ian into his lap and squeezed him tightly. He didn't know his night had gone so dreadful. "Are you okay though? Did you get hurt?" He asked upset with himself.

"No, I'm Fine." He replied into Jamie's warm chest. He definitely felt comforted.

"Oh thank god," He paused knowing he had to make it up to Ian the best way he knew. "Ian, I am truly sorry about all of this. I shouldn't have taken you. If you want to leave, then I won't stop you." He looked down to the sheets on his bed, thoroughly inspecting the fabric while waiting for Ian to reply.

Ian was shocked to hear this offering but said the first thing that came to his mind. "I don't wanna leave, Jamie." He looked up into Jamie's face, which was now looking down at his. "Ya know what else about that night? Before I fell off the swing I wished to disappear. I got my wish. This a nice place with two very nice ladies and a very nice man that I don't wanna leave. I like you Jamie. I like you better than the life I had. So I don't wanna leave."

Jamie felt tears welling up in his eyes. He smashed his lips into Ian's. He had never heard someone say something so sincere and loving like that to him. All the emotion he had held over time from being neglected of love from another went into that breath taking kiss they shared.

Ian felt wetness on his cheeks and kissed the man harder with the emotion he has bottled up for days, weeks, and years.

Jamie, reluctantly, broke the kiss for some much needed air, and smiled down at Ian.

"Thank you." Ian said hugging Jamie tight and feeling like never letting go.

~*~

A few more days passed rather uneventfully. Val and Vaness had been down stairs at a friend's house, and Aiden hasn't been home at all. So Ian and Jamie have been hanging out together a lot. They watched TV and movies holding hands, shared a few chaste kisses when Jamie left for work or when he came home, and plenty of talking, laughing and sharing. Taking the friendship slow and steady made both of them feel reassured and safe.

###

Both men were sitting in Jamie's room reading books in the late afternoon. Jamie was sitting next to the slider having just finished a cigarette, and, seemingly, reading 'Great Expectations' for the 36th time. Ian was on the bed reading 'The Memory Palace'. Jamie closes his book and goes over to Ian and sits next to him. The sun was finally below the horizon but there was a faint pink light still in the sky, and the pinkish hue illuminated the room, making the atmosphere cozy.

"Something wrong?" Ian asked, looking up from his book.

"I just wanted to talk to you about something. You mind?"

"No, of course not." He set his book down then looked back to Jamie.

"So do you remember when I told you I haven't had human blood in a long time?"

"Uh, yeah. I do."

"Well I've been thinking a lot so I was wondering if... if you'd give me the pleasure of tasting you?"

Ian blushed at the wording of Jamie's request. Then he immediately mentally kicked himself in the butt for thinking so perverted. "I-I don't know."

"You'll only feel a little sting at first. It won't be unbearable at all really." He reassured Ian.

"Okay. If you say so." He sighed giving up easily.

Jamie smiled and looked back out the window, seeing the sun was completely gone from the sky. Perfect. "Okay. Sit up straight and relax." Ian nodded and did as he was instructed. Jamie tilted his head back for better neck access then leaned into him. "Breathe. I promise not to hurt you more than the inevitable." Ian nodded slightly and wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist.

Jamie quickly punctured the tender and supple flesh of Ian's neck and sipped until he was full; which wasn't much at all. Jamie, and all other vampires, doesn't have the stomach strength to take too much blood. It can only handle a pint of blood at one time. He detached himself from Ian's neck and licked the two little wounds until they were non-existent. He kissed that very spot, and he felt his lover's body shiver.

Jamie pulled himself away from Ian's body. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it didn't hurt that bad." He got up from the bed and went to examine his neck in the mirror. He was confused when he didn't find any bite marks, and turned to Jamie with a questioning look.

"I licked them until they were gone." He answered not needing the obvious question on Ian's mind, "So that was okay?"

"Yeah, it was. You know, if you ever need a drink...just ask."

"Oh, thank you." Jamie looked down at the floor awkwardly.

"Is something wrong Jamie? You're acting really weird."

"Oh. That."

"Yes, that. So what's wrong?"

"Uh, well I don't think- I mean I shouldn't but if you, uh-"

"Jamie," Ian placed his hand on Jamie's shoulder to try to calm him from babbling like an idiot. "Just spit it out."

"I like you." He blurted right out. "I'm, just- well, very attracted to you Ian, and I was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend."

"Oh." Ian muttered as felt the familiar heat creep up his neck and face.

"I was going to ask you sooner but then you told me about what happened between you and that Nelson guy, so I just thought we should take things slow. And I do so very much enjoy the sweet kisses we share every once in a while. But we are more like friends than partners. And through this friendship that we've been growing has made me more interested in you, as a potential lover, not just a friend."

Ian smiled softly and thought, 'Wow, I thought he'd never ask...' "I'd love to be your boyfriend Jamie, I feel the same way; truth be told."

Jamie smile couldn't have been wider. It spread across his face, he felt the luckiest man in the world. He pressed his lips to Ian's, feeling words could do his emotions no justice at this point.

~*~

A few weeks passed and during that time Jamie and Ian grew closer, as lovers and friends. He and Vaness also became good friends. They often talked about how to gain the trust of their lovers...but the brainstorming always fell short.

###

Val and Vaness were getting ready to go to a party up on the 5th floor in their room while Jamie takes a shower and Ian sat on the closed toilet talking. "So you can't drink my blood to the point of killing me, you can go out during the day perfectly fine, and what other cliches can you do?"

"Well, during the day I have none of my vampire qualities. Like, I can't drink blood, my upper canines won't grow into fangs, I can't teleport 100 feet, and I can't heal wounds by licking them. But when the sun goes down, I get them all back."

"Wow. So there are no coffins, super strength, super speed, insomnia, or mind reading?"

"Nope, absolutely not."

"Hm, I learn something new about you every day."

"I am a wonder; aren't I? Oh, I'm done. Can you pass me a towel?" Jamie turned off the water and Ian tossed a towel over to him, who then stepped out of the steamy shower with it hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Ian took in the sight of the dripping, slender, god- looking man standing in front of him as he bent down and planted a firm kiss on Ian's lips then went to the sink and shaved. Jamie felt his lover's hungry gaze on him, and smiled to himself.

Ian's cheeks flushed and there was a stirring in in his pants as his stare fell to Jamie's round ass. He ripped his gaze away before he popped a boner that would've been impossible conceal without being obvious.

Upon entering his room, Jamie's phone started ringing, he answered it, "Hello?... Hey Murphy... Yeah... Uh, I was scheduled in for 3pm to 11pm today... Really? What happened?... Mhm, oh?... Mhm... Well that really bites...Yeah sure... Okay, see ya tomorrow Murphy. Bye." Jamie thrrew the phone on the bed side table and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Everything all right?" Ian asked, ignoring the brief view of Jamie's ass.

"Yeah. The electricity is down because the maintenance guy fucked up the wires. Everything should be good by tomorrow so I have the day off today."

"Well that's great! Uh, but unfortunate of course." Ian blushed at his excitement to have Jamie all to himself.

"Hell yeah it is. I love working but a day off is great every once in a while. Oh, that reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you what you used to do."

"I worked at home as a website coder." Ian said remember his home office where he would worked hours end before taking a break. Maya always said he spent too much time working on the amateur websites his boss saddled him with all the time. But it was what paid the bills so he did the best job to earn every buck.

Jamie sat on the bed next to Ian and gazed over at him, Ian stared right back. "So, we have the house to ourselves for once. What do you want to do?"

"I-" Ian was cut off by Val and Vaness bursting through the door. "Hey guys! We're leaving! You two sure you don't want to come?" Val queried for the millionth time that day.

"No thanks, Val. We'll be find here by ourselves. But say hi to Tim for me please?"




Trust



"Will do sweetie. Well don't wait up!" She yelled, closing the door and leaving the apartment.

Jamie sat back and sighed. "You wanna drink?"

"I'd love one."

###

After Jamie got their drinks; Ian an Absolut and soda and himself a beer, they returned to Jamie's room and sat on the bed, finishing off their drinks. Jamie pulled out his lighter and cigarettes as he opened the window slider. Ian relaxed on the bed watching Jamie pull the smoke into his lungs then let it past his lips and out into the cool breeze. He found those simple gestures so intriguing and gentle.

"Don't you know smoking is bad for your health?" Ian asked teasingly.

"Of course, but my body is unaffected by disease and deterioration unlike humans. So why not." He smiled.

"How old are you?" It just slipped right out...

Jamie chuckled a bit and let out the drag he just inhaled. "Well, let's see... I was 26 when I was turned, gosh, and that was about 94 years ago... so I'm 117 years old." He smiled again, taking another drag.

"Wow, I'm dating an ancient man!" Both of them had a nice long laugh then Jamie finished up his cigarette and threw he butt into the street below. "What's the life span of a vampire anyways?"

"Usually, give or take, 600 years." He said closing the slider, and walked over to Ian.

"What do you plan doing during all that time?"

Jamie stood over Ian and cupped his face in his hands. "Well, love, I haven't a clue. But, honestly, I'm more concerned with right now."

Jamie bent down and crashed his lips into Ian's. The kiss progressed to a more steamy and passionate one. In the midst of the searing kiss, Jamie climbed onto Ian's lap, straddling him. They separated their lips reluctantly and gazed into each other's eyes.

"Ian, you... you're so beautiful."

"Thank you. You're quite the stud yourself."

"Baby I want to show you how much I need you, Ian," Jamie pressed his face into the other's neck; licking and kissing, while grinding their hips together desperately. "I want to ravish you. But if you want it gentle, I can do gentle."

"Take me however you want me. We've got plenty of time." Ian smiled as Jamie slid off him and to his feet.

Jamie pulled off his shirt and started to pull down his sweats when he looked over to Ian still, annoyingly, fully clothed. He quickly pulled off his sweats, now only dressed in some red boxers with an impressive tent in the front. He moved back to in front of Ian. "You're wearing too many clothes." He growled.

Startled, Ian pulled off his own shirt and chuckled, "Sorry, I was enjoying the show." Then he lifted his bottom off the bed and took off his pants and boxers with one quick movement. He laid back on the bed, splaying himself out for Jamie to examine.

Jamie first noticed the tattoo on his lover's lower abdomen. It was Arabic. "All you need is love?" He guessed.

"Yup, you read Arabic?" Ian asked, amused.

"I picked it up. You like the Beatles?"

"No, I love the Beatles." He laughed.

Jamie chuckled and leaned over the young man and smiled down at him. He assessed Ian's manhood and smiled wider in appreciation.

"Like what you see?" Ian asked playfully.

"Oh yeah." He groaned, fighting back the urge to take him in his mouth and not stop. He opted for rubbing his hands all over Ian's chest and abdomen instead.

Ian sighed and lifted his hand to the side of Jamie's head and huskily said, "Let me see yours Jamie."

Jamie removed his boxers in a flash to reveal his fully erect 8 inch cut member. Everything was hairless, gorgeous, and it made Ian anxious to taste. 'Wow, ten times better than any wet dream I've ever had! Damn!'

Jamie cut through Ian's thoughts when he purred, "Like what you see?"

Ian dropped to his knees and before taking Jamie's length into this mouth he muttered a barely audible, "God yes." He sucked the head lightly then placed butterfly kisses all over his lover's cock then looked back up to Jamie. "Be patient, this is a first for me."

Jamie stroked his cheek tenderly, "Take all the time you need."

Ian smiled then looked back to the leaking cock. He licked up the precious drops of pre cum from the head. The taste was on the salty side but delicious nonetheless. Ian greedily sucked the head back into his mouth and sucked harder than he had before. Jamie groaned and moved them around so he could sit on the bed before he lost his balance.

Ian teased the piss slit with his tongue which rewarded him more of Jamie's lovely pre cum. After he got bored of doing that he decided to try deep-throating. He slowly worked the cock further into his mouth until the head hit his gag-reflex and he retreated back to just the head in his mouth. Jamie ran his hands through Ian's hair encouragingly. The simple maneuver sent chills down Ian's back, he was going to try again.

He swallowed more of Jamie with each try. When the head would hit his gag-reflex he would take in a breath and swallow, he tried to regulate his breathing with his movements on the cock but it wouldn't last long. Jamie encouraged the young man and commended him for his enthusiasm to deep throat him, he wasn't complaining, but there was no need.

Jamie gently pulled Ian off his throbbing dick and kissed him. "Baby, don't worry about deep-throating me. I don't need anything special, just the fact that its you is special enough for me." Jamie smiled down at Ian. Ian nodded and took the head of his lover's cock in his mouth and jacked the rest with his hand. Jamie moaned and involuntarily bucked his hips.

With the other hand Ian cupped Jamie's balls and lightly caressed them back and forth between his fingers as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on the shaft."Oh god. Mmm fuck. Ian," Jamie moaned them gasped Ian's name a few more times. His nuts tightened as he felt the edge coming closer. "Ian, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Ah, ah, oh fuck. Ah!"

Ian let go of Jamie's balls and focused on sucking him to completion. He heard a roar from Jamie above him then felt his muscles tighten. Thick ropes of Jamie's cream filled Ian's mouth as he tried to swallow it all. His taste was irresistible.

Euphoria washed over Jamie. His vision went white and his mind went black and all he could register was the pleasure pulsating through him. He let himself fall back onto to the bed. His head throbbed and his vision tried to come back into focus but was unsuccessful. He faintly sensed Ian cleaning his deflating cock with his tongue and cuddle up next to him on the bed.

Jamie wrapped his arms around him and kissed all over his face. It was a silent thank you.

'How long has it been since I've achieved an orgasm without the assistance of my own hand?' He thought to himself as he continued to lightly kiss Ian's face, which made him giggle so cutely.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh my god Ian, That was great. For a first-timer, I must say, you did wonderful." Jamie kissed his lover's forehead.

"Really?" He blushed. "Thank you."

"No, thank you."

Ian smiled and looked down Jamie's body, and found Jamie's cock rigid. He looked back up to Jamie confused. "Uh, but you- did I?- What?"

"I know. It's been a while since I've had a decent orgasm, so yeah, I'm still horny." He chuckled.

Ian smiled and pecked his lips before rolling over and laid on his back, open and ready for Jamie's touch.

"Not so bashful are you?" Jamie placed himself on top of Ian, unaware that his stiffy was piercing Ian's stomach. He claimed his mouth for a steamy kiss that lasted long minutes and left both panting and more aroused.

Ian lifted a hand to stroke the vampire's wiry arm. "I wanna go all the way Jamie." He said looking into those mahogany eyes.

Jamie kissed him sweetly. "You're sure about this?"

"Yes." He replied after a moment of thought, but he had already made up his mind.

"Then of course, let's do it." Jamie hopped off the bed and opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand. after rummaging around for a few moments he pulled out a tube of KY, and handed it to Ian before leaving the room briefly to come back with a condom in hand. "Ha. Aiden is a life-saver."

Ian smiled and spread his legs wantonly for Jamie to prepare him the way he wanted.

"You look gorgeous baby."

Ian bit his bottom lip and wrapped a hand around his aching cock. "Come here." He whispered seductively.

Jamie growled and lied on top of Ian again, they frenched for a moment before Jamie pulled away to kiss Ian's forehead, cheeks, down his neck, over to his shoulder, then across his chest to the other, next he trailed down kisses all around his bare chest, also sucking and biting each nipple. Ian mewled in pleasure, continuing slow strokes of his cock.

After teasing Ian's hardened nubs for a few more minutes, Jamie continued to trail kisses down his stomach, only pausing for a moment to delve his tongue into Ian's belly button making Ian giggle. Then Jamie slid his hands underneath Ian to cup his beautiful soft globes.

Instead of continuing his trail of kisses straight down Ian's torso he avoided his center and kissed down his inner thighs. The young man started breathing heavily with anticipation after Jamie removed his hand from stroking his cock for release.

Jamie switched legs, starting from the knee, then slowly back up to Ian's balls. He flicked his tongue to taste the hairless skin of his sack then sucked one into his mouth to gently caress it with his lips and tongue.

Ian gasped at the wonderful heat surrounding his sensitive orbs. "Jamie. Ohhh Jamie!" Jamie slathered two fingers in KY and began teasing Ian's hole. Not much later, Ian was bucking his hips on Jamie's three slick fingers scissoring deep in his heat. "Oh Jamie! Ah p-please. I'm ready."

Jamie put on a condom then leaned down and captured Ian's mouth with his and laid his body against his. "Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, okay Ian?"

"Yes Jamie. Mmm."

Jamie slowly pushed into Ian, allowing him to adjust and become more comfortable with the new intrusion. After Ian signaled he was ready to continue making love, Jamie kept a slow and sensual pace. It was just wanted both of them needed.

After long years of waiting, Jamie had found another partner and saw absolutely no need to rush a beautiful moment like this was with Ian. Ian felt amazing and was great keeping a gentle pace. They rocked back and forth slow and in unison. This pace was out of the ordinary for Jamie, he was usually rough with his past lovers and rarely slowed down to capture true essence of love-making.

Ian broke their languid kiss and whispered into Jamie's ear, "Ah, I'm so close Jamie. Just a little more."

Jamie didn't disappoint. He shifted his position to thrust against Ian's prostate harder, causing louder moans to escape from Ian's throat. Jamie drove a bit deeper to satiate their hunger for completion. Ian screamed into Jamie's mouth before blowing his load between their torsos.

Feeling Ian's channel spasm around his cock made him yearn for his own completion that was soon upon him with just a few more thrusts. "Fuck Ian!" He yelled as his own intense orgasm washed over him.

He propped himself on his elbows above Ian, catching his breath and watching him pant below. They stared each other in the eyes for a few minutes, sharing some sweet kisses. Jamie's softening dick slid out and he moved to lay beside his exhausted lover. After disposing of the used condom he pulled Ian into a protective embrace.

"I love you." Ian mumbles into Jamie's neck.

"I love you too, baby." Jamie replied genuinely with a smile. Ian raised his head and placed a kiss on Jamie's moist lips and they stayed like that, tenderly making out, until they eventually fell asleep.

~*~

Val and Vaness came stumbling through the door around midnight, a little tipsy, with their arms around each other for support. Val lead them down the hall towards the bathroom so she could relieve her bladder meanwhile Vaness went across the room to check on Jamie and Ian. They were fast asleep in each other's arms. Vaness smiled and when Val looked over her shoulder she smiled as well at the two men tangled in each other's arms.

"Aw they made love." Val whispered.

"How would you know?"

"Well that's how we slept after the first real time we made love. That love comes from the heart, not groin, and it really knocks you out afterwards."

They both looked at the sleeping lovers and they did look like they passed out. "Fine, you win. Can we go to bed now?"

"Absolutely." Val said with a wicked smile.

After Vaness closed the door and started to walk to their room she asked, "You just wanna fuck my brains out don't you?"

"Of course."

Vaness entered their room and put her things down and took off her heels as Val followed suit. She was about to go to the bathroom to freshen up and take off her make up but Val stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm just going to take my make up off and take a quick shower. You know, so we can fool around."

"Oooh nooo, I want you as you are this second. As a matter of fact we never have had hot, dirty, sweaty sex before." Val wrapped her arms around Vaness' waist and stroked her back through the material of her dress as she lightly kissed and sucked at her neck.

"Ah, Val. Just let me take off my make up. I don't wanna get the sheets all dirty."

"I don't give a damn we'll change them tomorrow." She spoke against Vaness' flesh, causing her to shiver.

"But I'm all sweaty baby."

Val licked from her collar bone, up her neck, and to her lips; then sucked on her earlobe. "That's the point of hot-dirty-sweaty sex baby. And, besides, I think its goddamn sexy." Val pulled away from Vaness and looked her in the eye. "Just get on the bed honey. Trust me, I'll make you dirtier than you are now and then some." She cooed, complete with a sexy wink.

Vaness gave up, after all, she couldn't deny Val's powerful persuasion skills. Val shoved her onto the bed for a little motivation then crawled from the foot of the bed until she was straddling her hips and grinding their pelvises together.

She resumed her spot at Vaness' neck but soon traveled down to her shoulder after she stripped Vaness of her shirt.

"You're seriously gonna fuck my brains out then?" Vaness panted in between desperate moans.

"Hmm, was I laughing when I said it?"

"Oh fuck... N-no." She gasped as she felt her horny lover's hand wander down to her soaking pussy and slid two fingers in.

"Then in that case, you're about to get your brains fucked out. Enjoy."

Vaness moaned when she felt Val move away from her briefly then relaxed when she returned. However, her eyes almost popped out of her head when Val held up the latest addition to their 'toy chest'. She gaped at the object she hadn't seen before, but she had a hunch that she would become well acquainted with it momentarily.

It was a blue strap-on with a slender 7 inch penis. It was perfect. Vaness was tight and Val wanted to keep her that way so she never used thick toys; just long skinny ones. Vaness didn't have a problem with that, the toys they used on her fit wonderfully.

Val smirked and adorned the strap-on. She kissed Vaness on the cheek lightly before positioning herself between her lover's slightly closed legs. "Spread your legs; will you dear?"

~*~

The next morning Val, Vaness, and Ian sat in the living room watching TV. Jamie had gone to work early that morning and wouldn't be home until late that night. Val was going off to work in a little while but was spending a little time with her lover.

Val was sitting on the lounge chair with Vaness on her lap while Ian sat on the couch. Vaness was flicking through the channels but couldn't find anything of interest so she settled on the midday news and threw the remote on the coffee table.

She snuggled into Val and whined about how there was nothing on. "Ugh, there is nothing to watch and I'm so fucking bored!"

Ian smiled at her child-like outburst then went back to thinking about his previous night with Jamie, and the sweet love they made.

"Well get a book or something, sweetie." Val said gently, she knew how sour Vaness could get.

"I don't want to read a fuckin' book. I wanna go outside, go for a walk. Please?"

"I have to go to work soon. You know I can't today."

Vaness sighed dramatically and kissed Val's neck. Val smirked and hugged the young woman closer. Whenever she was bored, Vaness would resort to having sex to occupy her time. No surprise to Val that her lover would get frisky at a time like now.

"Don't get too frisky babe. I might not be able to leave."

Vaness giggled. "Oh speaking of frisky; Ian, you and Jamie got pretty frisky last night, eh?"

Ian blushed, "How did you know?"

"When we came in last night, we checked on you two and the both of you were passed out in each other's arms. We know that kind of sleep." Val stated with a sly smirk.

"So how was it?" Vaness queried.

"Nice and slow... And a little loud." he chuckled.

"I'm guessing Jamie was the top?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah." He replied shyly.

"Well that isn't surprising," Val added plainly, "But secretly, and I swear he said this, he loves being a bottom."

Ian was shocked and almost choked on his own saliva. "I don't think I could top him."

"There's nothing to fear honey. I'm sure it'll feel weird at first if you've been the bottom. But Jamie would happily guide you through it. He'd love it, you'd love it." Val smiled.

Ian nodded and before he could reply, a man walked through the door, and sighed while taking off his coat and shoes.

He was as tall as Jamie but had a more athletic build. Full of muscle and not an ounce of fat anywhere. His brown hair was cut short and matched the color of his chestnut brown eyes. He wore a tight grey shirt that outlined every one of his bulging muscles on his upper arms and his well-toned abdomen.

Obviously the man worked out most days out of the week. His face wasn't bad to look at either. His face was well structured with a strong jaw, average cheekbones and nose and a decent forehead. His lips weren't full but held a masculine shape. Ian had to admit the man was handsome.

He quickly came to the realization that this man must be Aiden, and judging from the description Jamie had given him; this was him.

As soon as Ian made this discovery, Vaness confirmed it by yelling, "Aiden! You're finally home, it's been weeks." Then she hopped off Val's lap and gave Aiden a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Aiden smiled and kissed her cheek missed. "I missed you too." He then walked over to Val and bent down to give her a kiss on the lips that was a bit longer than a peck. It struck Ian as odd but he dismissed it, thinking that it must be that he, Val, and Jamie were close friends.

Aiden turned to Ian and held out his hand. "I'm Aiden and you must be Ian. Jamie has told me about you."

"Hi, nice to meet you. And Jamie has told me about you too." He said taking the hand for a strong shake.

Aiden turned back to Val, who was shifting underneath Vaness after she'd taken her place in her lap again. "So what's up?"

"Well I have to go to work in a bit. Ah, speaking of which, I have to get ready honey." Val motioned Vaness to get off her lap. With a pout, Vaness got up. Val hugged her and kissed her chastely and whispered in her ear, "But when I come home I'll ravish you."

Vaness kissed the elder woman and let her go and Val went into her room to get ready. Vaness sat down in the lounge chair once more and looked up at Aiden. "Can we go outside?" She whispered to him.

"Sure, when she leaves." He whispered back.

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After Val said and kissed everyone good bye, she walked out the door.

"So, when are we going??"

"Well go get ready and we'll leave. I need to go the store for a few things."




Trust



Ian liked this idea, they'd get to see Jamie while at the store, that gave him plenty of motivation to get his coat on faster.

###

They arrived at the store not much later. The walk on the way had been pleasant for Ian. It felt good to feel the chilly breeze and warm sun on his face. He was also in good company, Aiden was a pretty funny and nice guy. And, of course, Vaness was always a blast to hang out with.

After their arrival, Aiden and Ian went over to Jamie at the cashier station. Jamie looked up at the two of them and smiled widely. "Hey guys, I was just about to shoot myself out boredom. You came just in time." He joked.

Aiden said he'd be right back and disappeared into the aisles. Ian leaned over the counter and gave Jamie a kiss. "Good morning." He said to Jamie while pulling away.

"Good morning babe. How are you feeling?" Jamie asked, covertly asking about his lover's rear.

"A good kind of sore." Ian smiled, and kissed him again.

Aiden back over to the counter with beer and a few other items. As Jamie rang up the items, Aiden asked if Ian had seen Vaness. "No, I haven't."

"Fuckin' great! I'm gonna kill her!"

Aiden's brief outburst of rage did catch Ian off guard and startled him. Jamie tried his best to calm his friend down.

"Chill dude, she probably didn't go far. You know she wouldn't runaway like that. She's probably up in a tree somewhere close."

Ian nodded thinking back to when he and Vaness were talking and she had mentioned that she loved tree climbing and did it all the time when she could go outside with Val. It seemed definitely like something she would do.

"Yeah, you're right." Jamie finished ringing up Aiden's things. "She's definitely a puzzle."

"You got that right. Val always had a talent for picking out the nutters." He laughed, and Aiden gave a little chuckle at the joke.

He grabbed his things and looked over to Ian. "Well we better go find her."

Ian nodded and kissed Jamie good bye before following Aiden out of the store. Across the street there was a huge oak tree and perched on a sturdy lower branch was Vaness, staring out into the distance.

Aiden walked over to the tree with Ian beside him. "All right, that's enough Vaness. Get down here we are going home." He said firmly.

"Can I stay up here a little longer?" She pleaded.

"Vaness," He gritted through his teeth, "Get down here so we can go home. Don't act like such a child."

"I'm not, I was deep in thought."

"Vaness, you get the fuck down here now! This is ridiculous! We are going home now!"

Vaness hopped down from the tree, regretting pushing Aiden to his limit. She and Ian walked back home before Aiden so he could cool down. He always got aggravated when Vaness chose to act childish rather than the young lady she should be.

Aiden sighed and followed them home, trying his best to calm down.

~*~

Later that evening, Vaness and Ian sat in the living room talking while Ian was sleeping in his room.

"I don't know what they're so worried about, I'll come back if I leave; always. Wouldn't you?"

Ian asks, a little frustrated about not know what Val and Jamie want them to say or do.

"Well of course I would! I'd always come back to Val!" She announced, also aggravated.

"I know, Jamie and I have something special, I'd never want to just runaway and throw it away."

"I'm glad you two had a quick connection. It took me a while to warm up to her at first."

"Really, why?"

"Well the first 3 months I was here I wasn't very cooperative with her. Sometimes I'd just ignore her, not listen to her, or challenge her; which were very bad ideas might I add. And when I did things like that she'd punish me."

"How would she punish you?" He asked, curious.

"She'd throw me in a cold shower. She knew I absolutely hated those the most," She flinched just thinking about them. "All right, we're getting way off topic. Oh! I like totally forgot, I was thinking really hard up in the tree and I have an idea of what we need to do!"

"What is it?" Ian asked anxious, any idea was better than none.

"So you know how when you're gaining trust from someone, it has a lot to do with being truthful all the time; right?" Ian nodded, "So they probably want to hear the truth from us. That what they want us to say our true feelings about them."  

Ian nodded his head. "Yeah! That's sounds about right. Well they want our trust so we can come and go right? So I bet they want to know the truth about what we would do if we leave. If would we runaway or come back to them."

"Bingo! And we know that we'd come back to them, they know it too, we've just never said it out loud to them. I get it now! Not once have I said 'Val I'd always come back to you if I were to leave'. It all makes perfect sense. We gotta try it on them tonight."

"Hell yes! I think we've got it Vaness!"

They embrace for a moment with smiles on their faces. "We should make it a special night for them."

"Yeah, Make it extra meaningful."

"I hope we have it right Ian. I really hope we do."

~*~

Val walked through the door with a large sigh. She takes off her coat and Vaness comes over to her with a cold beer. "Aw thank you sweetie," Val took the beer, "Just what I need." She said after taking a swig. She kisses Vaness and goes to their room, putting her things down. "How was your day?" She asked over her shoulder while kicking off her shoes.

"Could have been better but I have a feeling my night will be much better." Vaness said putting down her beer and wrapping her arm around Val's waist form behind. "As a matter of fact, I believe the night is just beginning. A long night." She whispered into Val's ear, giving her lover goosebumps.

Vaness' hands moved to undo Val's pants and slid them down her smooth legs, her panties followed right after. "You've had a long day baby," She said into Val's neck while unbuttoning her shirt; still from behind, "So I think you should relax, finish your beer and then you're ready for me, I'll make you feel good. Okay baby?" Vaness threw the shirt into the hamper then unclasped Val's bra and threw it in as well.

Val picked up her beer and sat on the bed. She took a nice long pull from the bottle followed by a content sigh. She motioned for Vaness to stand before her. Vaness did so, taking her beer over with her. Val took another gulp of beer and lifted Vaness' shirt over her head and into the hamper. Next, Val held the lip of the bottle between her teeth and used both of her hands to free Vaness from her pants.

Val smiled and took her bottle from her mouth and took a large pull again before setting on the bedside table. "Gone commando on me?" She smirked. A smile spread across Vaness' face, she usually never went commando unless for a fashionable reason. "I like it." Val kissed her lover's stomach and cupped her pussy in the hand that was just hold the cold beer.

Vaness gasped at the chill on her heat, Val chuckled then sat back again the headboard of the bed and drank up the sight of her lover in front of her in the nude. "Did you get even more beautiful while I was gone today?" She asked in a sexy tone. Vaness drank a large portion of her beer then placed it on the bedside table.

Val held out her arms, inviting Vaness to lay with her. Vaness crawled onto the bed and laid herself side ways onto Val, and her arms wrapped around her. Val cradled Vaness against her and let out a content sigh. "I love you Val."

Val kissed the top of the young woman's head. "I love you too."

Vaness kissed her lover's neck and rested her head against her shoulder. Val pulled Vaness' head up for a proper kiss on the lips. The younger woman opened her mouth letting their tongues dance. Val bit on Vaness' tongue and drank the precious blood. Vaness whimpered at the sting but moaned at the massage her tongue got from Val's afterwards.

Val broke away from the kiss panting. "I think I'm gonna need that 'feel good' treatment you promised me." She smirked.

Vaness got off her and went between her legs. She noticed Val's vagina was hairless, which was rare. "Mmm, you shaved this morning." She smiled up at the older woman.

She nodded and bit her lip. "I messed up the design and just shaved it all off."

Vaness kissed the clitoris and licked up and down the moist slit of her partner's pussy, causing her to sigh. Vaness sucked a lip into her mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Val gave a soft moan and shivers went down her spine.

Vaness did the same to the other lip then wiggled her tongue into Val's entrance, making her gasp and moan loudly. More juices flowed onto Vaness' tongue. She loved the taste of her lover. It was sweet yet had a tang which Vaness found addictive.

She worked two fingers into Val's tight hole and moved her mouth to suck on her clit. Val moaned and grasped Vaness' head and ran her hands through the long brown hair. She gave it a tug every time she moaned.

"Oh baby, ah. Oh. I'm close honey. Suck a little harder. Oh baby!!"

Vaness was pleased with Val's begging, that didn't happen often either. She sucked her lover's clit harder, bringing Val to her much desired completion. Val pulled her up and locked her lips on Vaness'.

She moaned when Val licked the inside of her cheek very slowly and lightly. Val tasted her own familiar essence in on the young one's tongue. They parted and stared into each other's eyes.

"Vaness, thank you. That was-" Words failed her for a moment but she quickly recovered with, "Amazing."

Vaness smiled and gave a mental sigh of relief. Her cunnilingus skills aren't fully mastered in the slightest, when compared to Val's. "You're welcome baby. Anytime." She winked and chuckled.

Val smiled and stared into her beautiful woman's eyes and realized that she must have been horny as hell. Val brought a hand to Vaness' baby smooth pussy and it was worse than she thought. Her pussy was dripping wet.

She kissed Vaness' neck and slid three of her fingers into the warmth depths between the younger's legs. Vaness groaned long and loud as Val wiggled her fingers, teasing her.

Vaness nuzzled her face into the vampire's neck and began trembling and gasping against the soft flesh beneath her lips. She felt like she was going to explode, however, three of Val's fingers wasn't nearly enough; it was just winding her up, leaving her wanting -no needing- more. The teasing in her sensitive hole was becoming too much for her to handle. Her breath was lost and she humped subconsciously onto Val's fingers. Tears rolled down her cheeks; she was in so much pleasure but there needed to be more.

Val pulled away to look at her beauty and saw trickle of tears on her face. "Vaness are you crying? Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't no it was hurting you."

Vaness took in a shuddering breath, "It's not pain. Its pleasure, but I just need more Val," She took Val's head in her grasp and leaned in close to her face., "I need you to fuck me with that god-forsaken strap on!" She exclaimed, then planted a bruising kiss on Val's lips.

Val was taken aback for just a moment at Vaness' forwardness, but smiled and replied, "Not a problem honey," Val got off the bed, "I'll get the strap on and you lay down and get ready for me to take really good care of you, babe." The smile now had a kinky undertone, loving nevertheless. Val put on the device and got on the bed, between Vaness' legs. "Want me to go slow at first sweetie?" She queried, rubbing the thighs she knelt between.

"No! Just ram it in and fuck me Val! I want you to fuck me hard. And don't stop. Please, whatever you do, don't stop." Vaness had an edge of desperation in her plea.

Again, Val was taken aback by the blunt request but was destined to comply with her no less. "Okay, just tell me what ya need." With that being said, Val rammed the fake 7 inch penis into Vaness making her weep in pure pleasure.

Val continued relentlessly pounding into her woman's body. And Vaness kept moaning and constantly begged for more. Val had never seen her so sex-driven like she was tonight. It was such a turn on! Val began to thrust harder and faster. The more she did the harder Vaness raked her nails up the older woman's back, making her moan. Both ladies were so riled up the sexual energy was just pouring out of them. The room was full of moans, groans, and the heady smell of sex and sweat. Delicious.

~*~

Jamie walked in through the front door, taking off his coat when he heard: "Oh Val, oh baby! Don't stop!" from Val's room. He also heard a thumping against the wall, in sync with Vaness' moans. He just smirked to himself and chuckled quietly while he walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took one of Aiden's beers, still smirking. He popped the cap off and took a nice long swig.

He opened the door to his room and turned on the light. Ian made a sudden move to get off the bed and startled Jamie. "Jesus christ! Whoa, you scared the hell outta me babe." Jamie laughed and took off his shoes.

"Sorry, I was getting off the bed to hug you." Ian giggled.

Jamie hugged Ian tightly, then pulled away to look at his lover. He brushed the hair out of Ian's beautiful face. Jamie kissed his lips softly at first then it escalated to a more passionate and rough one.

Ian pulled away from his lover's lips and moved down to Jamie's neck, sucking on the spot just below his jaw. When he bit into the succulent flesh of that very spot Jamie moaned and grasped Ian's ass, pulling the younger man closer to him. Their groins were rubbing together making both of them become aroused.

Ian moaned at the wondrous friction between them and decided it was time to retreat to the bed, his knees were feeling weak. He guided Jamie over to the bed and laid him down. Ian straddled his legs while unbuttoning Jamie's shirt.

Ian parted the fabric and drew it from Jamie's body, throwing it in a random direction. Ian bent down and peppered kisses all over Jamie's smooth hairless chest until he stopped to suck on a nipple, eliciting a deep moan from Jamie. Then he moved to the other nub and gave it the same treatment.

"Oh Ian. You've never done this before... I love it." The vampire moaned as he buried his hands in Ian's hair.

Ian lifted his head to look into his man's eyes. "I love you Jamie."

Jamie smiled at his precious lover with a soft smile and eyes. 'After 20 years of agony I've finally been blessed with you, Ian.' Jamie briefly thought to himself. "I love you too Ian," He grabbed Ian's shoulders, "God, do I love you!" He then pulled Ian down for a steamy kiss that seemingly lasted forever.

Ian pulled away and his trembling hands rushed to undo Jamie's pants. Jamie lifted his hips and pulled his pants and underwear completely off while Ian desperately got all his clothes off. He resumed his position on Jamie's lap and groaned when their cocks rubbed together.

Jamie flipped Ian onto his back and got on his waist and eagerly attacked his neck, chest, and erect nipples. All the while both of their hard members rubbed against one another making them leak precum onto each other's hips.

"Oh. Jamie. Ah, oh. Jamie." Ian quietly chanted to the man above him. But he took it as a plea to make love to him.

Jamie reached over to the bedside table an grabbed the tube of lube and condom. He sat back on his haunches and tore open the foil package. As he was going to sheath himself when Ian's hand grabbed his wrist; stopping him. "What's the matter babe?"

"I was wondering if we could try something different tonight." He panted trying to fight back the urge to stroke himself to completion. "If that's okay with you."

Jamie raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Apparently, his lover was full of surprises tonight. "What did you have in mind?"

~*~

Vaness moved her hips to meet Val's feral thrusts into her weeping pussy. She was so close to an orgasm, she could taste it. With on last deep thrust into her folds was enough to throw Vaness into he depths of ecstasy and she screamed with the arrival of her climax.

Val quickly took off the strap on and threw it to the floor. She grabbed Vaness' beer off the side table and downed it in one large swallow. She placed herself to hover over her panting lover. She had never experienced Vaness that horny. Val thought, while Vaness kept begging her to go faster and harder, that she would surely break the young woman's hip or something in that region. "You're on fire tonight Vaness; everything all right?"

Vaness looked up at Val and smiled. She wiped the sweat from her brow and answered, "Yes baby, I'm feeling excellent. I just love you so much and I guess I was a little nervous but not anymore. A nice rough fuck always helps." She giggled.

"Nervous about what?"

Vaness took a deep breath and let it out. 'Just go for it. What do you got to lose?' "Val, Ian and I have been putting our heads together; thinking of how to earn the trust of you and Jamie. A lot. Anyways, I think I have the answer." Vaness sat up, keeping Val in her lap. "Trust goes hand in hand with truth and the truth is: I love you so much and it's because I love you so much is why I know that if I were to walk out the door I'd always come back to you, Val. My heart resides with you."

Val stared down at her beloved Vaness. Tears formed in her eyes as she raised her hands to hold Vaness' head then lean forward and kiss her. Vaness kissed back softly feeling Val's tears run onto her cheeks. Val pulled away, wiping her tears and smiling. "Yes Vaness. I couldn't have imagined it said any more perfect than that." She hugged Vaness close.

Vaness was greatly relieved that she had all of Val's trust. "I love you Val."

"I love you too Vaness. And my real name is Valetrix, just thought you should know."

"Valetrix? I like it, but I'm gonna stick with Val."

"Good, I prefer Val anyways; its short and sweet."

Vaness laid back down and Val cuddled up beside her, pulling the sheets on top of them. They drifted off to sleep soon after saying and kissing good night. It had been the perfect end to a perfect night.

~*~

Ian took the unrolled condom from Jamie, never breaking their eye contact. The gaze was intense but Ian couldn't look away from the mesmerizing cherry-tinted brown eyes. Ian rolled the condom down his own member and slowly switched their positions on the bed, so he was on top of Jamie. "I thought we could reverse roles tonight. That okay? Because if it isn't then that's fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to try it. We don't have to if you don't want to." He rambled on.

"Oh Ian. It's not like that, I want this. It was just such a surprise and I have to admit that I'm a little nervous because I haven't bottomed in over 20 years. But yes, I'd love to try this." He nervously smiled up at Ian.

Ian smiled back. "I'll open you up really good, like how you open me up." Jamie chuckled at that, which helped calm his nerves.

Ian grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a copious amount in his hand and warmed it in his hand before rubbing it into Jamie's entrance, making him gasp at the old and almost forgotten sensation.

Ian popped one finger into the tight hole, forcing a moan from Jamie. He wiggled his finger around until he thought it was time to put in a second. He repeated this process until Jamie was writhing in pleasure on his three fingers.

"Oh Ian. Ah, baby... I'm ready for you. I need you inside me now."

Ian took in a shaky breath, hoping not to mess anything up, and lubed up his cock. He positioned himself between his lover's leg and lined up his dick at his lover's opening.

Jamie rubbed Ian's arm and smiled. "Go ahead baby. I promise it will feel amazing."

Ian nodded then slowly pushed a few inches of his length into Jamie and paused, allowing him to adjust to the new intrusion. Jamie's tight muscle relaxed around Ian's member and he nodded, signaling Ian to continue. Ian slid in until his most of his length was sheathed in the vampire.