0 comments/ 43758 views/ 4 favorites Wicked By: Sweety1946@aol.com The sound of steel clashing against steel shattered the quiet repose surrounding Doug Sanders while he read the contents on the label. He heard her before he saw her. Her voice was soft, caressing, apologetic, but clear as a bell. She was apologizing profusely for having run her shopping cart into his. He started his long drawn out gaze at her knees, upward towards her head. She was wearing jeans, and one of those big shirts everyone was wearing now. It was hard to tell her size underneath, but she was surely ample. He could clearly see the soft large mounds of flesh that made up her breasts. He was sure he could make out her nipples, even under that cumbersome big shirt. Her face was just short of pretty, perhaps attractive was a better word. She had large, soft lips, a straight nose with just the hint of an upturn at the end. Her eyes, well her eyes were beautiful, no denying that. They were a sea green, with tiny dark flecks in the iris. But it was her hair, that enthralled him. It was a mixture of auburn, copper, and autumn red, a voluminous flowing mane the likes he had never seen before. He moved not a muscle, acutely aware that he was staring, but unable to do anything to stop himself. It was the touch of her beautifully manicured hand with the long red fingernails on his arm that brought him out of his momentary coma. His cock, flaccid just moments before, jumped and filled out the front of his jeans immediately. It was these times that he regretted not wearing underwear, there was sure to be a wet spot in a few heartbeats. Right now though, it didn't matter. "Are you sure you're all right?" she asked again, gently squeezing his arm as she did. He almost flinched, almost feeling those beautiful fingers around his cock, then said, "Oh sure, no harm done." "I should pay more attention to where I am walking and not watching for the sales so much I suppose, but you know, a penny saved is a penny earned." "I agree," he said, his eyes still taking in the soft curls and wisps of her gorgeous flowing locks. "Again, please accept my apology, and I hope the rest of your day goes much better than this." He smiled thinking of the pounding cock inside his jeans and said, "Don't worry, it's off to a great start." With that, she deliberately looked down, noting his hard bulge, and said, "I think you're right." With that, she giggled, and pushed past him. He could smell her scent, something floral he thought, and wonderful. As she walked down the aisle, she pushed her hand into the pocket of her jeans and when she did, the big shirt lifted at one end. There was a sweet, plump, jiggling, gorgeous ass if he had ever seen one. Without touching it, he knew the wet spot on his jeans was spreading. It had been the usual Saturday, grocery shopping, the cleaners, the mall, the video store. He was glad there was no work tomorrow, and that he could relax now with a chilled bottle of wine and a good hot movie. When he thought of grocery shopping, he thought about her, and kicked himself in the ass again for the hundredth time for not finding out her name and number. As he began taking off his sneakers, the bell rang and he wondered who would be coming over at 9 PM on a Saturday night. All his buddies were married, and for the moment he was without a significant other. As he peered into the peep hole, all he could see was a compendium of reds. He knew immediately that it was her and her flowing mane on the other side of his door. His cock started to grow in leaps and bounds. He opened the door, and there she stood, looking a little different this evening. Perhaps it was the makeup, but more probably it was the short tight skirt that slid up her stockinged leg as she stepped over the threshold. He knew he had been right, she was ample, but in such a great put-together way. She truly had a pair of huge breasts, they were orbs to behold, he was sure of it. Even the swell of her rounded tummy was somehow provocative to him. Her round, plump ass jiggled all the way into his living room and he didn't take his eyes off it for a moment. They both started to talk at the same time, but she raised that red nailed finger, and placed it over his lips to hush him for the moment. He just stared at her, he didn't want to miss a word or gesture that she made. "I am sorry if I am disturbing you, and I apologize if I seem too bold, or forward, but I saw you in your driveway this afternoon removing the groceries from your car, so I knew where you lived. I am new in the neighborhood, and wanted to introduce myself under conditions better than those of this morning." He couldn't believe his luck, she had actually found him, and went out of her way to see him. He offered her a glass of wine, which she took, and a seat on the couch. He sat on the couch, but she sat opposite him in the arm chair. She knew exactly what she was doing. He could see her plainly there, under the soft lamplight, she was radiant. That flaming hair, those beautiful green eyes. His cock was throbbing, without realizing he was doing it, he started to rub the head through his jeans, God it felt good. She watched him, leaned back in the chair, and opened her legs to expose the tops of her stockings, and just the barest glimpse of bare, shaved pussy? "Do you like videos, x- rated videos that is?" she murmured. He almost choked on his wine, "Why yes I do!" "That is great ," she purred, "I might be in a business that you might find intriguing." She had his interest now, he said "And what might that be?" "Well, by day, I am a photographer, I take pictures of families, the kiddies, weddings, etc., but at night, well by night you need an appointment to see me. My place is over on Danforth in that little strip mall with the donut shop." "Oh, I know where that is. What do you do there, film dirty movies?" "I wouldn't be that crass sweetheart, I film special movies, just for my patrons, each one is unique and personal. Perhaps you would be interested in utilizing my services?" With that, she opened her purse and produced a lavender business card. The card itself was a magnificent work of art, simple but quite elegant. A single orchid lie across the face of the card, embossed in soft hues, the word WICKED lie centered in the middle of the card in the most beautiful script, and in the lower right hand corner were the words "Hours by appointment only." There was no phone number, no address, only those words. He looked at the card, and asked, "If I want to make an appointment, where would I call?" "You must first come to the studio, she told him, "You will have to fill out some paperwork, and then I would give you an appointment. The cost, like anything else, would depend on what you want." He was interested to the hilt, he was aroused and more than eager and ready. "Can I sign up now?" he asked. She laughed, "No, sorry, there are no exceptions, besides, this will give you a chance to think about what you want, what you desire, what fantasies you want to see come true." She looked at her watch and gave a tiny gasp and said, "I have been here much too long, I only came to give you the card and introduce myself." He said, "Oh I am so sorry, I am Doug." To which she replied, "I am Wicked." She took his hand in hers, shook it firmly but gently and hoped that he would be in to see her in the very near future. He promised her it was at the top of his list, and he meant it. He followed her to the front door, watched her get into her car and drive away. It was the second time today she had left him with a huge hard on. Sunday proved to be a hindrance. An obstacle to get over until Monday. He woke up with the usual erection, and immediately thought of her. He jumped into the shower, taking longer than he normally would to soap himself. He started to daydream a bit and kept thinking of that beautiful head of hair lying fanned across an antique white pillowcase. His left hand rubbed his shaven balls, sliding up under them and then pulling them up to the base of his cock, over and over. His right hand slowly moved down the entire length of his hard rod and over the head where he paused to massage it in a circle and then move his hand back towards the base again. Doug was attractive in his own way, dark hair and eyes, better than average build. He had two great features, one was his smile. The other was his cock. Hard and erect it was easily 8 inches long, but it was the girth that floored anybody who was lucky enough to see it. He chose his women carefully, and although he was highly motivated sexually, he enjoyed companionship also, a friend as well as a lover. But this woman, this Wicked woman, was turning him into one big huge walking hard on. This was the third time he had jerked off since he met her. That wasn't so unusual, but his thoughts while he did it, were only of her. He was already at the point where he had to have her. It didn't matter what it took or what he had to do, he wanted her with every hot pulsing nerve in his body. The blood in his cock started to pound, the veins inside like cables being tightly squeezed by his grip. His hand moved more rapidly, the water running down his face, his chest, he started to groan and felt the cum boiling up in his balls. He thought of his face in her sweet, bare, shaven cunt and he felt that familiar churning in his sac, the fire inside his cock as his fist moved up and down the hard, swollen shaft was almost unbearable. He gave an anguished cry as the firewall collapsed and his hot ooze shot into the stream of water, again and again. He squeezed the swollen red head in his hand, emptying himself of every drop of his hot seed. He thought of her in front of him, her face awash in his cum, smiling, asking him for more. It made him even more determined to make his dreams become a reality. He got dressed, threw a load of clothes in the washer, and grabbed the videos to take back to the store. Before he knew it he was parked outside the photo shop. There were lavender vertical Levelor blinds in the big storefront window. Two signs were taped on the inside of the door. One had the store hours written on it, Monday through Friday 10 AM to 6 PM. The other sign read CLOSED. It might as well have said fuck you. He was hoping the store would be open so he could ask the elusive Wicked just what goodies she had to offer. As he was getting back into his car, he realized that the car he had seen her drive away in the previous night was parked in the lot. He walked back to the door and tried to peer through the darkened glass, but could see nothing. He knew she had to be there so he knocked, and then knocked again. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned and started back to his car. He heard a tapping on the glass, and turned quickly to see a darkened version of her face at the door, and she was pointing to the CLOSED sign. Then she shook her finger at him as if he were a naughty boy caught stealing the cookies from the cookie jar, and then she was gone. He should have known better, she had told him, no exceptions, and the store hours were clearly marked on the door. He hoped she was not angry at him, and briefly thought about waiting until she came out to apologize to her, but squashed that thought immediately. It could wait until tomorrow. He wondered how many more times he would have to jerk off until then. Monday had just dragged. He knew it would, even though it was Monday and was busy, his nerves screamed "I gotta get outta here." He almost vaulted over the crowd in the lobby and jogged to the lot to pick up his car. Ordinarily the drive home relaxed him even with the traffic. He just turned the radio on and tuned out the world. But today was different, he was Mario Andretti and the Terminator all rolled into one. He was ready to kill anybody who got in the way of him, the photo shop and 6:00 PM. He made it though, with 5 minutes to spare. She was talking to a young mother with two small children when he walked in. She excused herself, and asked him to have a seat in the small office. She went back to the mother and children evidently giving them some finished photos, and then they left. His prick started to do the Wicked dance again as he anticipated what would happen after he signed up for whatever it was she was selling. Finally he heard the tumblers in the door as she locked it and turned off the main lighting in the shop. She was standing next to him finally, her sweet scent filled the tiny room instantly and made him heady with the essence of her perfume. He wanted to climb on her, into her, be inside her, be absorbed by her. She went over to the small filing cabinet and bent over to get some papers. She had on a short black skirt with black stockings. When she bent over, the tops of her stockings showed from behind, and you could almost see her crotch, but not quite. When she stood up and turned around she was smiling. Again, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her top today, was anything but big. It hugged her voluptuous breasts, the nipples were clearly visible through the tightened material, and the scoop of the neck over her abundant cleavage was the perfect framing for it all. "I'll need you to read these and to follow the directions given on the instruction sheet. If you have any questions, please pick up the phone and hit the intercom button. I hope you'll understand that what I do here is for personal use and not for sale to the general public. You will have to sign a waiver and an acknowledgment stating that you do so understand. Because of what goes on here, anonymity is mandatory. When I leave here, I will lock the door. It is for your benefit as well as my other patrons. Please feel free to take your time and make sure you have completed everything. When you are ready, please call on the intercom phone and someone will let you out. I will call you with the cost of the services you have chosen, and if you agree to that cost, I will then set up your appointment." She smiled sweetly and asked him if he had any questions. All he could do was shake his head no. The door closed, he heard the lock catch, and he breathed out a qualified sigh of relief. His hands were visibly shaking with anticipation as he began to read what she had left for him. Her essence had permeated his nostrils and he closed his eyes for just a moment to breath in deeply before he started to read. The first page was a list of what seemed to be rules and regulations. It stipulated no one under 21 would be allowed in the shop after hours. No one without the shop's business card and an appointment could even get in the door after closing. No violence, drugs or excessive drinking would be tolerated and would be cause to lose the fee that had been paid along with any photos or tape that had been taken. He skimmed over the bestiality and kiddy porn stuff, and agreed with them, he had no desire to even think about that. It all seemed reasonable to him so far. The second page contained a multiple choice questionnaire. It had all sorts of sexual questions itemized. What type of sex did he find most exciting? Did he enjoy watching? If he did, what would he most like to watch? Did he like to be teased? What parts of his body were most susceptible to sexual arousal? He liked this part of the application, and thoughtfully circled each answer that appealed to him and if none did, he wrote his answer in under "other." The third page was where the meat was, what was being offered, and how much it cost. There were four packages being presented. Each could be done in the following various ways: The personnel could pick and choose the positions and activities being photographed or taped. The customer could direct the photographer to take what ever photos or tape he wanted to be taken. A combination of both rounded out the choices. The customer could choose to participate in the actual photos/taping or not. There was only one appointment per customer, and if the appointment were missed, no rain check would be given for another. Package One was 10 8x10 photos of one person of his choice for $250.00. Package Two was 10 8x10 photos of two people of his choice $500.00. Package Three was 1 hour of video tape with one person of his choice. $750.00. Package Four was 2 hours of video tape with two people of his choice. $1,000.00. Page four had four photographs. One was of Wicked. There was one of another woman, blonde, smaller, a pretty face. The other two were pictures of men. One was older, maybe 40 or so, the other younger in his 20's. Well, now he had to make a choice. Obviously he wanted to participate, he wanted Wicked. But there was always that fantasy of having two women at the same time. He liked the idea, especially of having it on film to relive over and over again. It didn't take him long to decide. It would be Package Four, with the two women, and a combination of him and the girls calling the shots. He liked the idea of being surprised. He didn't want to know everything that was going to happen. Page five requested his signature that he read and understood and would comply with pages one through four and that he would not copy or copy with intent to distribute and sell any of the photos or tapes that he was purchasing. Payment was required to be paid in cash and would be collected immediately prior to the session. The fee was non refundable. As far as he was concerned, a chance like this only came once in a lifetime, he was gonna grab it while the grabbing was good. He picked up the phone and hit the intercom button. Her voice flowed like honey out of the receiver, "Is there something I can help you with?" she questioned. "There sure is," he answered. "I'll be right there," and then the phone clicked silent. He sat quietly for a moment and while he did he thought he heard some muffled noises through the wall. He got up and moved closer to it, leaning over the cabinet to see if he could hear what was going on. He could hear a little clearer, they were definitely sexual sounds. Groaning, moaning, something thumping. At that moment the door unlocked and there she stood, so gorgeous he could go down on her right there, and actually thought about going for it. She laughed when she saw him leaning over the cabinet listening at the wall. " I guess you are curious, aren't you? " she asked. "I can't let you see, but I can let you listen a bit." And with that, she hit the intercom button twice, and placed the phone back on the hook, but the speaker remained on. He could hear somebody pleading, almost crying, begging for forgiveness. He heard a woman's voice saying "You were a very very bad boy!" and more muffled sobs. "You know what you have to do when you are a bad boy, don't you?" A small male voice said "Oh yes Mistress, please give me my punishment, please! I do so deserve to be punished!" He waited to hear what would happen next when that red nailed finger cut off the speaker, and tapped the edge of his paper. "Have you decided what you want to do? Will you be utilizing our services?" she queried. Damn but she could tease him, it was frustrating, but he liked it all the same. "Yes, I have decided to go with Package Four." "And who will be your choice of personnel?", Wicked asked. "Why, you of course and the other woman in the photographs." "Her name is Wild, together we're Wild and Wicked ," she smiled, "will you be participating?" He nodded yes, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world. You are indeed a very sexy woman," he declared. "Thank you," was her reply. She leaned over the desk and pressed her soft, sexy lips on his for just a moment. The very sweetest of kisses, but the body language was pure raw sex. As she leaned over the scooped neck opened and he could see the upper half of her glorious tits. He wanted to scoop them out with his hands and nuzzle them until he couldn't breath. It was as if she could read his mind, and she probably could, because at that moment she picked up his application, made sure he had signed on the dotted line, and informed him that she would be calling him in a day or so with his appointment. She took him by the arm and escorted him to the door. Wicked As they walked through the darkened shop he could hear those moans and groans again, and wondered what would be in store for him the next time he passed through here. It was going to be a long week. He wrapped his arms around her legs from underneath and buried his face in her steamy wet pussy. He couldn't believe he was finally doing this, his fantasy becoming a reality. That annoying sound, there it was again, damn, why now? He was so close, and with that, he opened his eyes and realized he had been dreaming. It was the fucking alarm clock, it was even against him. He couldn't even dream about her without getting busted. But today was different. Today was the day. The call had come around 8:00 PM on Thursday night. He had gone through hell all week waiting. He sat by the phone like a little kid every night. He knew he could have gone back to the shop, but he waited like he was told like a dutiful little soldier. In the end, it wasn't even her that called. It was a male voice on the other end. If he had to guess, it sounded like it might be the younger of the two men he had seen in the photos. He was very professional, very courteous and he said that his final cost would be $1050.00 which was one 2 hour tape. The extra $50 was evidently for any towels and sundries that he might use while he was at the session. His appointment was for Saturday at 9:00 PM, and of course he told him he would be there. He had a million things he wanted to do, from getting a hair cut, to shaving his balls. He just couldn't wait. The lights inside the studio were dim, he tapped on the door lightly at 8:45. Within a few moments the door was opened by the older of the two men in the photos. He introduced himself as Feral, and shook Doug's hand as he let him into the shop. They walked through the darkened store and entered a large room in the back. There was a stairway leading to an upper level that lead to what appeared to be a small room on the right side. The room was a maze of gauze draped material. It reminded him of a harem tent. Soft billowing cloth gathered over the head of a huge bed, he thought maybe larger than a king size bed, and draped over the sides like a huge canopy. There was a pillow-strewn overstuffed white couch, a very large pillowed ottoman, a large white marble topped coffee table. Two comfortable-looking arm chairs in soft lavender rounded out the room. Flickering candles were dispersed throughout. He was impressed. The room reeked of sensuality, like sex was made for this room and vice versa. Feral told him to make himself comfortable, to undress and put on a robe that he handed to him while asking if he would like a drink. He said, "Yes, please a glass of wine would be welcome now." Feral smiled and excused himself to get the drink. He removed his clothes quickly, his cock hard, almost painfully swollen. He threw on the robe, and had a seat in one of the chairs almost directly opposite the bed. He started looking around, and realized there were cameras set up on the walls, 4 of them, one on each wall. There were wires and cables attached to them all, he presumed they were remotely operated. He didn't have long to wonder about it. Another man came into the room. This one did not look familiar to him. He stood up to greet him, and the man shook his hand and introduced himself as Jack, the photographer. He explained to Doug that indeed the cameras were run from the second floor office that he saw when he entered the room. "I have your application, and know the things that you would like to have included in your tape, and of course the girls are well aware of what you want also. If there is something happening that you do not approve of, or if you want me to stop shooting for any reason, just holler red, and I will stop filming. Otherwise the tape will be one long continuous shoot until the 2 hours is complete. Above all, you are here to have fun and some good hot sex as well. Do you have any questions?" Doug thought a moment, and said, "No, I think you guys have thought of everything. I just can't wait to get started." Jack chuckled and said, "I know, sometimes Wicked, can be just that. Very much the tease, but well worth the wait." The door opened, and the men turned to see Feral entering the room with Doug's drink. He handed the drink to Doug and excused himself and left. Jack put his hand on Doug's shoulder and said, "Sit down, relax, the girls will be here in a few minutes. I am going upstairs to make sure everything is ready to go." Doug sighed and sat down again, would this torture never end? He took a long sip of his wine and then closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the soft plushness of the chair. He didn't hear them enter, the two women that would be joining him into a blissful state of ecstasy. She leaned down so very close to his ear and softly whispered "Doug, are you ready for me?" His eyes shot open, he almost spilled his drink, and when he jumped up out of the chair his robe flew open. They giggled at him and Wild removed the drink from his hand. Wicked smiled and said, "Doug this is Wild." He said, "It is my pleasure," and took her offered hand and shook it. They were objects of beauty to behold. Each wore a feathered, sequined, beaded half mask that left the lower portions of their faces exposed. Wicked's was white with lavender beads and sequins, Wild's was black with black shimmering sequins and beads. One was dressed in white and the other black. Wicked wore a very sexy spaghetti strapped white lace bustier. There were white hose attached to the garters, and white stiletto heels completed her outfit. Wild was in black PVC, also a bustier, but with ribbons holding the garment closed in the front. Black lace stockings and black high heels finished the look. They both wore see through panties in the color of their respective outfits. Wicked put her hand on Doug's arm and said, "Let's get the business part over with, so we can get down to the fun part. Do you have our fee?" Doug smiled, and took the money out of the robe pocket. He had counted it no less than 10 times himself, 10 $100 bills and one $50 bill. She took the money from him, counted it, and as if on cue, Feral opened the door, took the money from her and left without saying a word. "Now, she said, with all that over with, let's have some fun." Doug thought, Amen to that. When his robe flew open, it was not lost on either of the women. They had been with quite a few men, but few were endowed as well as this man was. They wondered if he was as good as his equipment looked. They had worked long enough together to know what the other was thinking. They smiled at each other as they slid the robe off Doug's shoulders. Wicked purred, "Doug, why don't you sit here and relax for a while?" His cock was throbbing, he felt great, and he did exactly as he was told. He no sooner sat back in the chair than both women were strapping his arms to the chair with soft Velcro straps. For a moment he tensed, but then realized that it was one of the things that had been on the questionnaire that he had circled as wanting to try. They then strapped his ankles to the chair in the same manner. His hard shaft was so swollen and heavy between his legs, he longed for one of them to touch it, either one, both of them, anybody, but he didn't say anything. He was excited by not knowing what they would do next. They both leaned over at the same time and kissed both his cheeks, and then passionately kissed each other just inches away from his face. He could smell them so close to him, almost taste them. They moved away from the arms of the chair and stood together closely continuing to kiss while directly in front of him. He was close enough to touch them, see everything they were doing, almost feel what they were feeling. Wicked's hands were the first to move, she caressed Wild's face as they kissed. Her hair a beautiful backdrop to that white feathered mask made her so erotic looking, so desirable. Her fingers moved slowly lower until they reached one of the ribbons that held Wild's bustier closed. Slowly she pulled the end of the top bow and exposed the tops of a pair of the beautiful tits. He heard Wild moan softly and she took her fingers and entwined them in Wicked's hair. He could see their tongues move against each other when their mouths opened, each sliding their tongues into the other's mouth. They were so hot together, they looked so good. Wicked opened another bow, and Wild's breasts pressed menacingly against the remaining ribbon. They wanted to be free, and Wicked granted their wish. The last bow opened with the slightest of tugs and Wild's tits escaped their capture with glorious abandonment. They both moaned into each other's mouths and Doug let out a groan of his own. What a sweet torture this was. It was truly exquisite to see these two beautiful women touching, enjoying each other. Her red nailed fingers softly caressed the outer edges of the now escaped breasts while her thumbs traced imaginary circles around the outer edge of both areolas. They were a medium rose in color, and about the size of half dollars. The nipples were deeper in color, and distended about a half an inch. Wild arched her back and pulled Wicked closer to her then finally took her own hands and covered the other woman's with them. Wicked shrugged her shoulders and the spaghetti straps slipped down her arms to just above her elbows. When she did that, the bustier rolled down of its own accord. The weight of her bountiful breasts pushed the garment downward and blossomed out for all to see. Doug caught his breath for a moment. He knew they would be magnificent, but that word was not quite adequate enough. They were soft pillows of unblemished beauty, with delightfully pink colored areolae. The areolae were large, twice the size of Wild's and the nipples jutted outward in defiant arousal. He wouldn't be surprised if they were three quarters of an inch long. They were made for licking and sucking, smothering and cumming on. His cock ached and began to drip pre cum. He was more aroused than he could ever remember being. She took Wild's dainty hands and cupped them under the huge breasts. The woman's hands were dwarfed by their opulence. Wild began to caress them gently while her partner grazed her thumb nails over her own hardened nipples. Their mouths never left the other, but each new sensation brought additional twinges of wetness to their already soaked pussies. Doug's cock was as hard as a rock, straining, yearning for a touch, a lick, pounding with its own relentless rhythm. There were no longer just drops accumulating on the swollen, fat head, it was now a tiny steady stream. It was hot to the touch, and he clenched and unclenched the muscles of his ass fucking the air with his majestic scepter. Wicked moved her lips down toward Wild's breasts, licking her way downward in soft tiny catlike oscillations, without the sandpapery tongue. Hers was soft, long and she used it well. When she got to the breast, she kissed it softly, moving around the pink center, being careful not to touch the nipple yet. Then teasingly she darted her talented tongue in and out whipping the nipple lightly, back and forth. Wild shuddered and let out a soft long moan, followed by one from Doug. He was so close he could hear the lapping of her tongue against the other woman's tits and thought how he was going to enjoy feeling her tongue on his cock, on his balls, in his ass. The thought made his cock ooze more, he was ready to fuck anything anybody put in front of him. Wicked looked over at him and moved her tongue around the outside of her lips. She said, "I am going to lick some pussy, and I want you to watch me." All he could say was "Oh God." The girls pushed the huge ottoman over to where he was sitting, and Wild propped her leg up between his, pushed her panties over to the side of her crotch, and slid two fingers inside. Her eyes closed and she moaned again. Wicked took Wild's hand away and placed those fingers inside her mouth licking and sucking them off loudly. "You taste so fuckin good," she exclaimed, and then kissed the other girl yet again. While she did, she pulled Wild's panties down and she stepped out of them. Wild arranged herself on the ottoman so that Doug had a perfect view of everything going on. Wicked spread Wild's legs wide open and then took her red nailed hands and opened up the woman's dripping cunt. Doug could clearly see how excited she was, she was so fuckin hot and wet. Wicked bit her friend lightly on the inside of the thighs, then dragged her hot tongue upward toward her crotch. That action caused Wild to cry out and grasp for her partner's head. Wicked pushed her hands away and placed them on her tits. "Play with your nipples for Doug, he likes that, don't you Doug?" "Oh yeah, I like it all!" he gasped. Wild started to pinch and tweak her own nipples while Wicked spread out her pussy even further so that the head of her clit could be clearly seen. It too was swollen and distended, easy to find and Wicked wasted no time in moving her tongue around the erotic little button. She buried her face in the other woman, licking her softly but so that she could be felt, long licks from her ass to her clit, and then back down again. She flicked her tongue over the girl's clit lightly and then more vigorously, her head a barrage of red glistening fury. She tongue fucked her, probing hard, so that the other woman fucked her tongue as she pushed the small cock-like protrusion into her liquidy orifice. Wild was groaning steadily, uttering unintelligible things. Her head was moving back and forth on the ottoman. Doug knew she was almost ready to cum, and so did Wicked. Wicked leaned back, and placed two of her fingers into Doug's mouth, he sucked and wet then eagerly. She took them out of his mouth and slowly drilled them into Wild's saturated pussy. While she finger fucked her, she began to suck and tongue lash her clit. Wild began to fuck Wicked's face uncontrollably. She grabbed her head and thrust it further inside her womanhood, if that was possible, and wrapped her legs around her tightly. Her body started to arch and buck and became wracked with spasms. She screamed "Oh God!" over and over again, each time pumping furiously against the other woman's face and fingers. Finally, her grip on Wicked released and Wicked moved out from her temporary prison. She turned to look at Doug, her face was glistening with the other woman's sweet love juices. She leaned over and pressed her soft soaking wet lips onto his, her tongue inside his mouth instantly letting him taste the other woman as well as herself. It was too much for Doug, his cock was in flames, he needed release. With one huge thrust his churning cum was like a pneumatic piston inside his cock that had reached maximum overdrive and he shot a huge load far out into the room. Wicked moved her lips from his mouth to his cock in time to take the remaining smaller explosions down into her throat, swallowing in gulps, taking him in as quickly as she could. He screamed in ecstasy. He couldn't remember when he had cum so much and so hard. In his dreamlike state, he shouted "RED." From a speaker somewhere mounted in the room he could hear Jack say, "OK, I'm taking a break, be back in 10 min. There is an hour and twenty minutes left to tape." And then the room was momentarily silent. Doug was the first to speak saying, "You two women are so hot, I couldn't control myself anymore. I'm not embarrassed either, I am not sure how I lasted that long!" Wicked said, "You are a really sexy man, the rest of the session is going to be just as hot. Let us clean up, we'll bring you a warm cloth and towel, and get you ready for some more fun." She walked over to a door at the far corner of the room, it looked like a lavatory door, and when she opened it, that is what it was. It even had a shower. The two girls disappeared inside and were in there for only a few minutes when they returned with his warm cloth and towel. They cleaned his genital area gently and then toweled him off. The touch of their hands made him harder still. He hadn't become soft, he had remained aroused, he was still very much excited. After they had finished he said, "It is my turn now. Wicked I want to lick every part of you, If you would please remove all your clothes, and Wild, while I am eating your friend, I want you to suck my cock, my balls. Is that OK with you girls?" They looked at each other and laughed. Wild said,, "We thought you would never ask!" Doug laughed too. Wicked said. "Jack, we're ready any time you are." To which Jack said. "Rolling now." Wicked walked over to the wall and hit a button. The room filled with a very sexy jazz number. Something you would hear in a high class strip joint, and that is exactly what she did. She began to strip for Doug. She stood in front of him, moving so seductively, her huge tits still outside of the bustier, and the nipples still hard and hot. She grabbed her tits, one in each hand and began to roll them around, milking them, sort of grinding them with her hands to the music. She was close to him, she bent over and teased him with them, brushing his face with them, letting him stick his tongue out and then pushing a hard nipple into his mouth. He pulled the nipple gently with his teeth as she backed away and it stretched for a moment and then she was gone. She stood farther away, swaying to the music and began to unhook the bustier letting it drop to the floor when she was done. She placed each foot on his chair and removed her stockings, he massaged her legs as she did. She turned around for him, removing her panties lastly and then turned slowly, letting him see the full frontal view of her. She was awesome. A flawless work of Rubenesque art. Soft, supple and sexy. He stood up and took her in his arms, his huge cock between them, pressing into her as he did. She gave herself up completely to him, her arms wound around his neck, her hands in his hair. He bent slightly and pressed his lips to her mouth softly at first and then more aggressively. His hands held the sides of her face, he didn't want to let it go. Her lips were like candy, sweet and succulent, his tongue licked them moving around in a circle and then back to where it first started. Her mouth was warm and inviting, he pressed his tongue inside and she allowed him the pleasure of being there. He probed her open mouth deeply, passionately, gently sucking at her tongue and she did the same to his. All the while the music continued that soft grinding rhythm and his body churned into hers, lightly, wanting to meld into her. He removed her mask, and pushed his hands through her flowing mane. She was a glorious sight to behold, he caressed her face, his fingers trailing through her hair. Small sounds of pleasure began to escape from her lips. His rigid cock began oozing again. He moved her slowly over to the bed and had her lie on her back. He lie down next to her, taking her in hungrily with his eyes. All this time Wild had quietly watched from the other arm chair in the room, but now she joined them on the bed, she had a bottle of massage lotion in her hand. She whispered, "While you are pleasuring Wicked, I will be pleasuring you." All he could think was, "Damn, I'm gonna like this." His hands began to caress Wicked's body. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down, making sure not to miss an inch of skin. He wanted to touch all of her, leaving nothing unlicked, unfelt. His lips again found hers and their kisses were powerful, tiny bursts of delight kept sweeping through her pussy. He pushed his knee in between her legs, letting her press her bare womanhood against him, almost humping him like a dog in heat. He could feel the wetness of her there. Soft hands were on his back, massaging in a warm silky liquid, it relaxed him and excited him at the same time. Wicked His mouth left Wicked's and began to trail through her hair, and he pressed his lips to her ear whispering how excited he was to be with her. How hot and sexy he thought she was. His hands were on her huge breasts now, kneading them softly between his fingers. He kissed each gently and teased the hard nipples with the tip of his tongue. He placed his teeth on one and pulled it up letting it fall back in place, she groaned at the touch of his lips on her tits. She let her hands drift onto his chest and began to tease his nipples with her nails. Rapidly flicking them over his tiny nipples. He loved the sensation, it made his hard cock even harder. He pressed himself again into her plushness, she could feel how rocklike he was and longed to feel him inside of her. Wild's hands traveled downward working on Doug's rounded ass. She had a thing for guys asses, liked to massage them, tongue them, and Doug's was no exception. She went to work diligently, kneading the sexy cheeks with her tiny pliable hands. Her thumbs pulled up large clumps of hard flesh and let it drop again. Almost like big pinches, but much more enjoyable. She worked the silky smooth lotion into his ass, then rubbed some on her tits and rubbed her tits on his ass. He could feel what she was doing and he began to move his ass against her tits. His mouth was on one of Wicked's nipples sucking greedily, licking loudly. Wicked continued to pinch and play with his nipples. Wild moved lower so that her face was even with Doug's ass and she splayed her fingers over his ass cheeks and separated them slightly. She started at the top of the separation and pressed her tongue between them, letting it move downward inside about an inch and all the way to his balls. Doug's cock started to drip like a faucet, he pressed his ass into Wild's face, making the crack of his ass more accessible to her. She spread him open farther exposing his hole to her. Tight, puckered, wet with her saliva. His hands began to trace the swell of her stomach, she was arching her back, pressing her hot wet pussy into his knee more furiously now, she wanted his face there. He wanted to touch her first. He spread her legs open with his hand and placed the palm of his hand over her hairless mound. His fingers were drenched, she was soaked. Her wetness had seeped past her lips and had dripped between her legs. His middle finger started at her ass and slid along the outside of her lips to the top of her mound. He quickly placed the finger in his mouth so he could sample her. She was all he had dreamt of and more. He whispered to her, "I want to taste you now." And with that, he spread her legs wide open and got on his knees in front of her, resting on his forearms. His fingers held her legs open while his lips started at her knees and moved inward and upward until they kissed their way to their slippery goal. At the same time, Wild had maneuvered in behind Doug and she began licking his ass again, but this time probing his hole with her tongue hesitantly at first, licking at the outer perimeter, then more aggressively, until she was fucking his ass at a slow and steady pace. Doug's cock was on fire again, between his face in Wicked's hot, delicious cunt and Wild's tongue in his ass, he didn't know how long he would be able to last. Wild slid herself underneath Doug so that she would be able to suck his cock while he was busy elsewhere. He gazed into her saturated femininity, then he placed his lips delicately on one side and began licking her entire outer labium. She moaned with pleasure undulating under his tongue, massaging her own mammary glands squeezing the nipples between her fingers and pulling upward. Wild placed both of her tiny hands around Doug's manhood and was amazed at how hard and huge he was. She teased him with her mouth, licking the swollen head of his cock with her tongue in small tiny circles around the hole in the tip. It was wet and dripping and as she pulled her lips away for a moment a long strand of pre-cum followed draped from his dick to her mouth. She licked it away and then went back and lowered her mouth over the entire head, sucking in as she did. As promised, he left no part of her womanhood unlicked, and he softly held her outer lips open with his thumbs, spreading them open as wide as he could, he wanted to consume her alive. He anointed his entire face with the juice from her dripping pussy. He wanted to breath in her fragrance for hours, somehow hold on to her essence for all eternity. Wild's lips on his cock felt wonderful. She was taking long hard wet licks all the way up one side and down the other. She too manipulated him so that he was entirely wet between his pre-cum and her mouth juices. She licked down past the base of his cock and gathered one of his balls into her mouth and began sucking on it, rolling it in her mouth gently while lethargically stroking his penis with her hands. When she was finished with one, she took in the other, treating it the same sensual way. He was straining against her hands, it all felt so good, he wanted it to last forever. Wicked was ablaze with desire, his tongue in her pussy was as great a pleasure as she had ever received. He moved it adeptly, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure or just the hint of a flutter. He circled his tongue around her vaginal opening, teasing, teasing her incessantly. She wanted to fuck his tongue, but he removed it just before she could grab it with her vaginal muscles. He moved in slow motion around her clitoris, his tongue so soft, exciting her so. Then he began to flick over it lightly, and placed one of his fingers into her opening, pressing it in slowly, making her beg him to fuck her. "Oh God Doug, make me cum, please.....," she cried. Doug smiled, tell me how you want me to make you cum, Wicked." "I want to cum all over your face," she said breathlessly. She was breathing hard, almost in gasps. "You only had to ask," was his reply. He placed his fingers in an inverted V outside her clit, spreading out the skin, making it taut. He began to lick her steadily, increasing the pressure as he went. He took two fingers of his other hand and slid them in to her gushing hole. She groaned, flooding his fingers with her love juices while fucking his fingers with her pulsating hips. Wild had moved her mouth back up to his hot cock and began to suck him, letting her lips move lower and lower each time she renewed her attempt. She moved her mouth and tongue in a swirling motion and as she ascended her lips from his cock she moved her mouth in a spiraling direction upward while still sucking him in. She paced herself though, she didn't want to make him cum, just let him wallow in pleasure. His dick was so hot and heavy, it wouldn't take much to make him cum so she took her time and really enjoyed what she was doing. She took her free hand and began fingering her own sodden slit. He switched positions using his fingers now to manipulate her clit so he could fuck her with his tongue. He wanted to taste her fully, have her saturate his face with her creamy hot sauce. He ground his face into her then holding nothing back, wanting her to feel him penetrating her vagina with his torrid tongue. She reached for the back of his head, holding him in place there pumping his tongue wildly while feeling the heat of his constant barrage on her clit rise from her feet up into her pelvic region. Lights began to flash inside her closed eyelids and she began to feel the beginning of a truly sensational orgasm. She started to ride the wave of a huge spasm, her whole body tensed, held, and then shuddered in release. She shrieked. He plunged his tongue further inside her, lapping her juices as fast as he could. He could feel her pulsating orgasm against his face, his lips. She was like thunder and lightning all rolled into one. Her legs began to shake, and Wild had to stop what she was doing, she was afraid he would cum. He was almost as vocal as Wicked was, he was truly enjoying himself. It was then that he yelled "RED!" From the speaker again came Jack's voice, "You guys are looking good. Another ten minute break and 23 minutes left on the clock. Holler when you're ready." Jack was dismayed for a moment, only 23 minutes left, he felt like he had just started. But he knew the rules, one appointment, one chance. He would make the most of it. They all knew what they wanted next. They didn't even have to discuss it. The girls went back into the bathroom to freshen up and they again brought him a warm wet cloth and a dry towel. He walked over to his jeans and took out the rubbers. He shook the package in the air and asked if he had a volunteer to put it on him. Both women giggled and raised their hands in unison. He shouted at the hidden microphone, "You can start rolling Jack." Jack answered back, "I'm right on it!" He smiled at them and walked over to them, his cock still hard and rigid. The veins were distended forming huge cablelike masses under the soft silky skin. It was an angry red color, and hot to the touch. Wicked grasped him with both hands around the base, holding him still, pausing to kiss the tip with her pretty pink lips. She poked the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole for a second, and then removed it. Wild began to unroll the condom with her fingers, getting it started, then placed it at the tip of his penis and continued to roll it down almost struggling to keep it from rolling up again. He was large, it was a very tight fit, but it finally managed to stay down. He told the girls he wanted to fuck them. Both of them, as much at the same time as possible. So he had them get on their hands and knees, doggie style, his favorite position. The two women got on the bed, close enough to each other to be touching shoulders, their feet just over the edge of the bed. Doug came up behind them, suited and ready for action. He had the massage lotion in his hand. He drizzled the lotion over first Wild, then Wicked's ass. He rubbed it in with his hands, one on one woman and the other on the other. He massaged their anal area with the lotion and then applied more lotion to his hands and slid his hands back and forth along their pussy lips and inner labium, making them saturated with slippery stuff. He then took the bottle and dumped a dollop on his encased appendage and lubed himself to the hilt. He first grabbed Wild by the hips and began to ease himself into her. The girls moved closer together and began to kiss again passionately. The effect on Doug was instantaneous, he could watch them make love all night long. They suited and complimented each other well. Wild felt her pussy being stretched to the limit, but it felt so good. She began to ride his cock, pressing into him as he pushed into her. Doug's thumb started to circle around her tight asshole, teasing it with the lotion, making her squirm. He reached down with his other hand and began to slide his hand back and forth on the outside of Wicked's slippery pussy. Slowly working his way inside massaging her, getting her ready for him. They were all moving in the same rhythm, a sort of communal fuck dance. Doug eased his cock out of Wild's pussy and moved over to Wicked. He now played with Wild's pussy manually while he teased Wicked by sliding his cock down the entire length of her crack. He did that several times, each time slapping his huge piece of meat against her plump ass watching the lotion scatter out from under the weight of it. He was really teasing her like she had teased him. She started to beg him to fuck her. "Please slide your glorious cock into my hot hole!", she pleaded. He laughed, "Excuse me, not sure I heard you right?" She said, "Fuck me with your hard fuckin cock, I need it, I want it!" "Oh, did you say you wanted this?" And with that he plunged powerfully into her palpitating passage. Her mouth was filled with Wild's tongue, but she shrieked all the same. He stood stock still, he was afraid to move, the velvet like folds inside her vagina opened up and consumed him fully. She took him in greedily, lustfully. Her muscles pulled against him, not wanting him to leave. He pulled out almost all the way and then plunged in again. Again she groaned loudly, he felt incredibly good. He began to slide in and out slowly, letting her follow his rhythm, his balls were wet with ooze, both hers and Wilds. He took three of his fingers and pushed them into Wild's juicy cunt. She began to fuck them hard. She reached her own hand between her legs and began to massage her hot swollen clit. He continued to pound into Wicked's slippery pussy, his balls slapping her ass splattering juicy ooze all over her. She began to moan relentlessly. He felt that boiling sensation in his balls again. He was hoping they would cum at the same time, but Wild was first. That is exactly what she screamed, "I'm cumming, God it feels so good!" He could feel the contractions of her pussy around his fingers, feel the warm fluid of her orgasm coating his fingers. When she stopped moving against him, he slowly removed his hand, and grabbed Wicked by the hips with both of his hands. He pulled her upward so that she was on her knees, but upright. He placed his hands around her chest and cupped her huge tits in his hands as well as he could. He breathed into her hair, whispered to her he wanted her to cum on his cock. Wild moved around to the front of Wicked and slid in backwards under her. Just her face and lips under Wicked's pussy. She spread open her red hot cunt lips and began to lick her clit while Doug fucked her from behind. Wicked closed her eyes, placed her hands over Dougs and held on for dear life. Between Wild sucking on her clitoris and Doug filling her pussy from behind Wicked let all the pleasure she was receiving take its course. Her body started to tense and then her pussy started to contract. One heart stopping spasm after another found her groaning with passion over and over. Doug too was close, but he wanted his cock to be free to cum on this woman, the one he thought most erotic, most desirable. When he knew she was spent, he eased himself out of her and asked her to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. As she did, he pulled off the condom and pressed his huge erection between her mammoth tits, she squeezed them together for him as he began to fuck them hard. He knew the explosion was eminent and braced himself between her legs. He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it out from between her breasts, he tilted her face upward and as before, the first hot wad jettisoned out into the room. She opened her mouth and he aimed for it and actually hit her lips twice. The rest he let hit her breasts where his other hand rubbed it in. His legs were shaking when he was done. Wicked's face was wet with his cum, but she still looked great. Wild had joined them at the edge of the bed, her face wet with Wicked's latest offering. Jack's voice wafted over the speaker, "You guys did good, and with about 2 minutes to spare, I guess that's a wrap." Doug said, "I guess it is." Nobody said anything as he dressed. He did so slowly, not wanting to leave, wanting to live the whole experience over again. But he guessed that is what the tape was for, so he could do just that. Jack came down from upstairs and handed him a tape box. It was a large version of her card. The same sexy, sensual design. "Here you go, hope you enjoyed yourself, you sure looked like you did," remarked Jack. "Thanks, I really did," replied Doug. The girls walked him to the door, they both kissed him on the cheek and said they were glad they had the chance to meet. He thanked them profusely and told them what a great time he had had with them both. If they ever needed a recommendation, he would be more than happy to oblige. They giggled and he left. He was spent, but still excited and couldn't wait to watch the tape when he got home. It was the third time he viewed the tape since yesterday. He still wanted her, still needed her. He argued with himself, look what she does for a living! He could never make enough money to satisfy her or her sexual needs. Of course he could, he was young, hot, loved sex, well endowed and horny as hell for her. He drifted into a fitful sleep. Somehow the argument with himself transferred itself to his dreams. He dreamt of her. He could see her at the end of a long avenue lined with beds. In each was a different man. As soon as she was done with one, she hopped to the next one. Finally, all the men looked the same, they were all one man in the end. He remembered the dream in the morning and thought maybe that meant something. Maybe he was the man she was looking for. What did he have to lose? The most she could say was no. So he made up his mind, as soon as he got out of work he would go to the shop and see her. Tell her he wanted to date her, take her out, get to know and appreciate her. The day was reminiscent of the previous Monday. He just couldn't wait to get out of there. At 5 PM he busted a nut getting to his car and onto the highway. He drove well over the speed limit to make it to the shop in time. As he pulled into the lot he knew there was something wrong. Upon closer inspection he realized there were no lights on. The purple Levelor blinds were gone, so were the two signs that had been taped to the door. In their place was a big FOR RENT sign. He searched the lot for her car, but it was no where to be seen. He shook his head in disbelief. How could he have been so naive to think that she could want him? She had a terrific job, made excellent money, had all the sex she could handle, what more could she have wanted. Obviously not some ordinary small town jerk like him. He drove home close to tears, he hadn't cried in years. But his heart sure was greatly saddened by what had just transpired. As he unlocked his front door something fell to the ground. It was her card, the Wicked card. Except this one was different. Oh it was the same card all right, but in the corner it said, I may be Wicked, but I'm not stupid. She giggled. He spun around to see her in all her beautiful radiance. He took her in his arms and let his warm lips fall on hers. She whispered to him, "I'll be your Wicked anytime, anyplace, anyhow." And the rest of the crew? Why just about that same time 300 miles to the North, MaryJane Watson was so absorbed looking for the right brand of tuna, that she was suddenly startled by the sound of steel clashing against steel............ Wicked The sound of steel clashing against steel shattered the quiet repose surrounding Doug Sanders while he read the contents on the label. He heard her before he saw her. Her voice was soft, caressing, apologetic, but clear as a bell. She was apologizing profusely for having run her shopping cart into his. He started his long drawn out gaze at her knees, upward towards her head. She was wearing jeans, and one of those big shirts everyone was wearing now. It was hard to tell her size underneath, but she was surely ample. He could clearly see the soft large mounds of flesh that made up her breasts. He was sure he could make out her nipples, even under that cumbersome big shirt. Her face was just short of pretty, perhaps attractive was a better word. She had large, soft lips, a straight nose with just the hint of an upturn at the end. Her eyes, well her eyes were beautiful, no denying that. They were a sea green, with tiny dark flecks in the iris. But it was her hair, that enthralled him. It was a mixture of auburn, copper, and autumn red, a voluminous flowing mane the likes he had never seen before. He moved not a muscle, acutely aware that he was staring, but unable to do anything to stop himself. It was the touch of her beautifully manicured hand with the long red fingernails on his arm that brought him out of his momentary coma. His cock, flaccid just moments before, jumped and filled out the front of his jeans immediately. It was these times that he regretted not wearing underwear, there was sure to be a wet spot in a few heartbeats. Right now though, it didn't matter. "Are you sure you're all right?" she asked again, gently squeezing his arm as she did. He almost flinched, almost feeling those beautiful fingers around his cock, then said, "Oh sure, no harm done." "I should pay more attention to where I am walking and not watching for the sales so much I suppose, but you know, a penny saved is a penny earned." "I agree," he said, his eyes still taking in the soft curls and wisps of her gorgeous flowing locks. "Again, please accept my apology, and I hope the rest of your day goes much better than this." He smiled thinking of the pounding cock inside his jeans and said, "Don't worry, it's off to a great start." With that, she deliberately looked down, noting his hard bulge, and said, "I think you're right." With that, she giggled, and pushed past him. He could smell her scent, something floral he thought, and wonderful. As she walked down the aisle, she pushed her hand into the pocket of her jeans and when she did, the big shirt lifted at one end. There was a sweet, plump, jiggling, gorgeous ass if he had ever seen one. Without touching it, he knew the wet spot on his jeans was spreading. It had been the usual Saturday, grocery shopping, the cleaners, the mall, the video store. He was glad there was no work tomorrow, and that he could relax now with a chilled bottle of wine and a good hot movie. When he thought of grocery shopping, he thought about her, and kicked himself in the ass again for the hundredth time for not finding out her name and number. As he began taking off his sneakers, the bell rang and he wondered who would be coming over at 9 PM on a Saturday night. All his buddies were married, and for the moment he was without a significant other. As he peered into the peep hole, all he could see was a compendium of reds. He knew immediately that it was her and her flowing mane on the other side of his door. His cock started to grow in leaps and bounds. He opened the door, and there she stood, looking a little different this evening. Perhaps it was the makeup, but more probably it was the short tight skirt that slid up her stockinged leg as she stepped over the threshold. He knew he had been right, she was ample, but in such a great put-together way. She truly had a pair of huge breasts, they were orbs to behold, he was sure of it. Even the swell of her rounded tummy was somehow provocative to him. Her round, plump ass jiggled all the way into his living room and he didn't take his eyes off it for a moment. They both started to talk at the same time, but she raised that red nailed finger, and placed it over his lips to hush him for the moment. He just stared at her, he didn't want to miss a word or gesture that she made. "I am sorry if I am disturbing you, and I apologize if I seem too bold, or forward, but I saw you in your driveway this afternoon removing the groceries from your car, so I knew where you lived. I am new in the neighborhood, and wanted to introduce myself under conditions better than those of this morning." He couldn't believe his luck, she had actually found him, and went out of her way to see him. He offered her a glass of wine, which she took, and a seat on the couch. He sat on the couch, but she sat opposite him in the arm chair. She knew exactly what she was doing. He could see her plainly there, under the soft lamplight, she was radiant. That flaming hair, those beautiful green eyes. His cock was throbbing, without realizing he was doing it, he started to rub the head thru his jeans, God it felt good. She watched him, leaned back in the chair, and opened her legs to expose the tops of her stockings, and just the barest glimpse of bare, shaved pussy? "Do you like videos, x- rated videos that is?" she murmured. He almost choked on his wine, "Why yes I do!" "That is great ," she purred, "I might be in a business that you might find intriguing." She had his interest now, he said "And what might that be?" "Well, by day, I am a photographer, I take pictures of families, the kiddies, weddings, etc., but at night, well by night you need an appointment to see me. My place is over on Danforth in that little strip mall with the donut shop." "Oh, I know where that is, what do you do there, film dirty movies?" "I wouldn't be that crass sweetheart, I film special movies, just for my patrons, each one is unique and personal. Perhaps you would be interested in utilizing my services?" With that, she opened her purse and produced a lavender business card. The card itself was a magnificent work of art, simple but quite elegant. A single orchid lie across the face of the card, embossed in soft hues, the word WICKED lie centered in the middle of the card in the most beautiful script, and in the lower right hand corner were the words "Hours by appointment only." There was no phone number, no address, only those words. He looked at the card, and asked, "If I want to make an appointment, where would I call?" "You must first come to the studio, she told him,"you will have to fill out some paperwork, and then I would give you an appointment. The cost, like anything else, would depend on what you want." He was interested to the hilt, he was aroused and more than eager and ready. "Can I sign up now?" he asked. She laughed, "No, sorry, there are no exceptions, besides, this will give you a chance to think about what you want, what you desire, what fantasies you want to see come true." She looked at her watch and gave a tiny gasp and said, "I have been here much too long, I only came to give you the card and introduce myself." He said, "Oh I am so sorry, I am Doug." To which she replied, "I am Wicked." She took his hand in hers, shook it firmly but gently and hoped that he would be in to see her in the very near future. He promised her it was at the top of his list, and he meant it. He followed her to the front door, watched her get into her car and drive away. It was the second time today she had left him with a huge hard on. Sunday proved to be a hindrance. An obstacle to get over until Monday. He woke up with the usual erection, and immediately thought of her. He jumped into the shower, taking longer than he normally would to soap himself. He started to daydream a bit and kept thinking of that beautiful head of hair lying fanned across an antique white pillowcase. His left hand rubbed his shaven balls, sliding up under them and then pulling them up to the base of his cock, over and over. His right hand slowly moved down the entire length of his hard rod and over the head where he paused to massage it in a circle and then move his hand back towards the base again. Doug was attractive in his own way, dark hair and eyes, better than average build. He had two great features, one was his smile. The other was his cock. Hard and erect it was easily 8 inches long, but it was the girth that floored anybody who was lucky enough to see it. He chose his women carefully, and although he was highly motivated sexually, he enjoyed companionship also, a friend as well as a lover. But this woman, this Wicked woman, was turning him into one big huge walking hard on. This was the third time he had jerked off since he met her. That wasn't so unusual, but his thoughts while he did it, were only of her. He was already at the point where he had to have her. It didn't matter what it took or what he had to do, he wanted her with every hot pulsing nerve in his body. The blood in his cock started to pound, the veins inside like cables being tightly squeezed by his grip. His hand moved more rapidly, the water running down his face, his chest, he started to groan and felt the cum boiling up in his balls. He thought of his face in her sweet, bare, shaven cunt and he felt that familiar churning in his sac, the fire inside his cock as his fist moved up and down the hard, swollen shaft was almost unbearable. He gave an anguished cry as the firewall collapsed and his hot ooze shot into the stream of water, again and again. He squeezed the swollen red head in his hand, emptying himself of every drop of his hot seed. He thought of her in front of him, her face awash in his cum, smiling, asking him for more. It made him even more determined to make his dreams become a reality. He got dressed, threw a load of clothes in the washer, and grabbed the videos to take back to the store. Before he knew it he was parked outside the photo shop. There were lavender vertical Levelor blinds in the big storefront window. Two signs were taped on the inside of the door. One had the store hours written on it, Monday through Friday 10 AM to 6 PM. The other sign read CLOSED. It might as well have said fuck you. He was hoping the store would be open so he could ask the elusive Wicked just what goodies she had to offer. As he was getting back into his car, he realized that the car he had seen her drive away in the previous night was parked in the lot. He walked back to the door and tried to peer through the darkened glass, but could see nothing. He knew she had to be there so he knocked, and then knocked again. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned and started back to his car. He heard a tapping on the glass, and turned quickly to see a darkened version of her face at the door, and she was pointing to the CLOSED sign. Then she shook her finger at him as if he were a naughty boy caught stealing the cookies from the cookie jar, and then she was gone. He should have known better, she had told him, no exceptions, and the store hours were clearly marked on the door. He hoped she was not angry at him, and briefly thought about waiting until she came out to apologize to her, but squashed that thought immediately. It could wait until tomorrow. He wondered how many more times he would have to jerk off until then. Monday had just dragged. He knew it would, even though it was Monday and was busy, his nerves screamed "I gotta get outta here." He almost vaulted over the crowd in the lobby and jogged to the lot to pick up his car. Ordinarily the drive home relaxed him even with the traffic. He just turned the radio on and tuned out the world. But today was different, he was Mario Andretti and the Terminator all rolled into one. He was ready to kill anybody who got in the way of him, the photo shop and 6:00 PM. He made it though, with 5 minutes to spare. She was talking to a young mother with two small children when he walked in. She excused herself, and asked him to have a seat in the small office. She went back to the mother and children evidently giving them some finished photos, and then they left. His prick started to do the Wicked dance again as he anticipated what would happen after he signed up for whatever it was she was selling. Finally he heard the tumblers in the door as she locked it and turned off the main lighting in the shop. She was standing next to him finally, her sweet scent filled the tiny room instantly and made him heady with the essence of her perfume. He wanted to climb on her, into her, be inside her, be absorbed by her. She went over to the small filing cabinet and bent over to get some papers. She had on a short black skirt with black stockings. When she bent over, the tops of her stockings showed from behind, and you could almost see her crotch, but not quite. When she stood up and turned around she was smiling. Again, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her top today, was anything but big. It hugged her voluptuous breasts, the nipples were clearly visible through the tightened material, and the scoop of the neck over her abundant cleavage was the perfect framing for it all. "I'll need you to read these and to follow the directions given on the instruction sheet. If you have any questions, please pick up the phone and hit the intercom button. I hope you'll understand that what I do here is for personal use and not for sale to the general public. You will have to sign a waiver and an acknowledgment stating that you do so understand. Because of what goes on here, anonymity is mandatory. When I leave here, I will lock the door. It is for your benefit as well as my other patrons. Please feel free to take your time and make sure you have completed everything. When you are ready, please call on the intercom phone and someone will let you out. I will call you with the cost of the services you have chosen, and if you agree to that cost, I will then set up your appointment." She smiled sweetly and asked him if he had any questions. All he could do was shake his head no. The door closed, he heard the lock catch, and he breathed out a qualified sigh of relief. His hands were visibly shaking with anticipation as he began to read what she had left for him. Her essence had permeated his nostrils and he closed his eyes for just a moment to breath in deeply before he started to read. The first page was a list of what seemed to be rules and regulations. It stipulated no one under 21 would be allowed in the shop after hours. No one without the shop's business card and an appointment could even get in the door after closing. No violence, drugs or excessive drinking would be tolerated and would be cause to lose the fee that had been paid along with any photos or tape that had been taken. He skimmed over the bestiality and kiddy porn stuff, and agreed with them, he had no desire to even think about that. It all seemed reasonable to him so far. The second page contained a multiple choice questionnaire. It had all sorts of sexual questions itemized. What type of sex did he find most exciting? Did he enjoy watching? If he did, what would he most like to watch? Did he like to be teased? What parts of his body were most susceptible to sexual arousal? He liked this part of the application, and thoughtfully circled each answer that appealed to him and if none did, he wrote his answer in under "other." The third page was where the meat was, what was being offered, and how much it cost. There were four packages being presented. Each could be done in the following various ways: 1. The personnel could pick and choose the positions and activities being photographed or taped. 2. The customer could direct the photographer to take what ever photos or tape he wanted to be taken. 3. A combination of both rounded out the choices. The customer could choose to participate in the actual photos/taping or not. There was only one appointment per customer, and if the appointment were missed, no rain check would be given for another. Package One was 10 8x10 photos of one person of his choice for $250.00 Package Two was 10 8x10 photos of two people of his choice $500.00 Package Three was 1 hour of video tape with one person of his choice. $750.00 Package Four was 2 hours of video tape with two people of his choice. $1,000.00 Page four had four photographs. One was of Wicked. There was one of another woman, blonde, smaller, a pretty face. The other two were pictures of men. One was older, maybe 40 or so, the other younger in his 20's. Well, now he had to make a choice. Obviously he wanted to participate, he wanted Wicked. But there was always that fantasy of having two women at the same time. He liked the idea, especially of having it on film to relive over and over again. It didn't take him long to decide. It would be Package Four, with the two women, and a combination of him and the girls calling the shots. He liked the idea of being surprised. He didn't want to know everything that was going to happen. Page five requested his signature that he read and understood and would comply with pages one through four and that he would not copy or copy with intent to distribute and sell any of the photos or tapes that he was purchasing. Payment was required to be paid in cash and would be collected immediately prior to the session. The fee was non refundable. As far as he was concerned, a chance like this only came once in a lifetime, he was gonna grab it while the grabbing was good. He picked up the phone and hit the intercom button. Her voice flowed like honey out of the receiver, "Is there something I can help you with?" she questioned. "There sure is," he answered. "I'll be right there," and then the phone clicked silent. He sat quietly for a moment and while he did he thought he heard some muffled noises through the wall. He got up and moved closer to it, leaning over the cabinet to see if he could hear what was going on. He could hear a little clearer, they were definitely sexual sounds. Groaning, moaning, something thumping. At that moment the door unlocked and there she stood, so gorgeous he could go down on her right there, and actually thought about going for it. She laughed when she saw him leaning over the cabinet listening at the wall. " I guess you are curious, aren't you? " she asked. "I can't let you see, but I can let you listen a bit." And with that, she hit the intercom button twice, and placed the phone back on the hook, but the speaker remained on. He could hear somebody pleading, almost crying, begging for forgiveness. He heard a woman's voice saying "You were a very very bad boy!" and more muffled sobs. "You know what you have to do when you are a bad boy, don't you?" A small male voice said "Oh yes Mistress, please give me my punishment, please! I do so deserve to be punished!" He waited to hear what would happen next when that red nailed finger cut off the speaker, and tapped the edge of his paper. "Have you decided what you want to do? Will you be utilizing our services?" she queried. Damn but she could tease him, it was frustrating, but he liked it all the same. "Yes, I have decided to go with Package Four." "And who will be your choice of personnel?", Wicked asked. "Why, you of course and the other woman in the photographs." "Her name is Wild, together we're Wild and Wicked ," she smiled, "will you be participating?" He nodded yes, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." "You are indeed a very sexy woman," he declared. "Thank you," was her reply. She leaned over the desk and pressed her soft, sexy lips on his for just a moment. The very sweetest of kisses, but the body language was pure raw sex. As she leaned over the scooped neck opened and he could see the upper half of her glorious tits. He wanted to scoop them out with his hands and nuzzle them until he couldn't breath. It was as if she could read his mind, and she probably could, because at that moment she picked up his application, made sure he had signed on the dotted line, and informed him that she would be calling him in a day or so with his appointment. She took him by the arm and escorted him to the door. As they walked through the darkened shop he could hear those moans and groans again, and wondered what would be in store for him the next time he passed through here. It was going to be a long week. Wicked He wrapped his arms around her legs from underneath and buried his face in her steamy wet pussy. He couldn't believe he was finally doing this, his fantasy becoming a reality. That annoying sound, there it was again, damn, why now? He was so close, and with that, he opened his eyes and realized he had been dreaming. It was the fucking alarm clock, it was even against him. He couldn't even dream about her without getting busted. But today was different. Today was the day. The call had come around 8:00 PM on Thursday night. He had gone through hell all week waiting. He sat by the phone like a little kid every night. He knew he could have gone back to the shop, but he waited like he was told like a dutiful little soldier. In the end, it wasn't even her that called. It was a male voice on the other end. If he had to guess, it sounded like it might be the younger of the two men he had seen in the photos. He was very professional, very courteous and he said that his final cost would be $1050.00 which was one 2 hour tape. The extra $50 was evidently for any towels and sundries that he might use while he was at the session. His appointment was for Saturday at 9:00 PM, and of course he told him he would be there. He had a million things he wanted to do, from getting a hair cut, to shaving his balls. He just couldn't wait. The lights inside the studio were dim, he tapped on the door lightly at 8:45. Within a few moments the door was opened by the older of the two men in the photos. He introduced himself as Feral, and shook Doug's hand as he let him into the shop. They walked through the darkened store and entered a large room in the back. There was a stairway leading to an upper level that lead to what appeared to be a small room on the right side. The room was a maze of gauze draped material. It reminded him of a harem tent. Soft billowing cloth gathered over the head of a huge bed, he thought maybe larger than a king size bed, and draped over the sides like a huge canopy. There was a pillow strewn overstuffed white couch, a very large pillowed ottoman, a large white marble topped coffee table. Two comfortable looking arm chairs in soft lavender rounded out the room. Flickering candles were dispersed throughout. He was impressed. The room reeked of sensuality, like sex was made for this room and vice versa. Feral told him to make himself comfortable, to undress and put on a robe that he handed to him while asking if he would like a drink. He said, "Yes, please a glass of wine would be welcome now." Feral smiled and excused himself to get the drink. He removed his clothes quickly, his cock hard, almost painfully swollen. He threw on the robe, and had a seat in one of the chairs almost directly opposite the bed. He started looking around, and realized there were cameras set up on the walls, 4 of them, one on each wall. There were wires and cables attached to them all, he presumed they were remotely operated. He didn't have long to wonder about it. Another man came into the room. This one did not look familiar to him. He stood up to greet him, and the man shook his hand and introduced himself as Jack, the photographer. He explained to Doug that indeed the cameras were run from the second floor office that he saw when he entered the room. "I have your application, and know the things that you would like to have included in your tape, and of course the girls are well aware of what you want also. If there is something happening that you do not approve of, or if you want me to stop shooting for any reason, just holler red, and I will stop filming. Otherwise the tape will be one long continuous shoot until the 2 hours is complete. Above all, you are here to have fun and some good hot sex as well. Do you have any questions?" Doug thought a moment, and said, "No, I think you guys have thought of everything. I just can't wait to get started." Jack chuckled and said, "I know, sometimes Wicked, can be just that. Very much the tease, but well worth the wait." The door opened, and the men turned to see Feral entering the room with Doug's drink. He handed the drink to Doug and excused himself and left. Jack put his hand on Doug's shoulder and said, "Sit down, relax, the girls will be here in a few minutes. I am going upstairs to make sure everything is ready to go." Doug sighed and sat down again, would this torture never end? He took a long sip of his wine and then closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the soft plushness of the chair. He didn't hear them enter, the two women that would be joining him into a blissful state of ecstasy. She leaned down so very close to his ear and softly whispered "Doug, are you ready for me?" His eyes shot open, he almost spilled his drink, and when he jumped up out of the chair his robe flew open. They giggled at him and Wild removed the drink from his hand. Wicked smiled and said, "Doug this is Wild." He said, "It is my pleasure," and took her offered hand and shook it. They were objects of beauty to behold. Each wore a feathered, sequined, beaded half mask that left the lower portions of their faces exposed. Wicked's was white with lavender beads and sequins, Wild's was black with black shimmering sequins and beads. One was dressed in white and the other black. Wicked wore a very sexy spaghetti strapped white lace bustier. There were white hose attached to the garters, and white stiletto heels completed her outfit. Wild was in black PVC, also a bustier, but with ribbons holding the garment closed in the front. Black lace stockings and black high heels finished the look. They both wore see through panties in the color of their respective outfits. Wicked put her hand on Doug's arm and said, "Let's get the business part over with, so we can get down to the fun part. Do you have our fee?" Doug smiled, and took the money out of the robe pocket. He had counted it no less than 10 times himself, 10 $100 bills and one $50 bill. She took the money from him, counted it, and as if on cue, Feral opened the door, took the money from her and left without saying a word. "Now, she said, with all that over with, let's have some fun." Doug thought, Amen to that. When his robe flew open, it was not lost on either of the women. They had been with quite a few men, but few were endowed as well as this man was. They wondered if he was as good as his equipment looked. They had worked long enough together to know what the other was thinking. They smiled at each other as they slid the robe off Doug's shoulders. Wicked purred, "Doug, why don't you sit here and relax for a while?" His cock was throbbing, he felt great, and he did exactly as he was told. He no sooner sat back in the chair than both women were strapping his arms to the chair with soft Velcro straps. For a moment he tensed, but then realized that it was one of the things that had been on the questionnaire that he had circled as wanting to try. They then strapped his ankles to the chair in the same manner. His hard shaft was so swollen and heavy between his legs, he longed for one of them to touch it, either one, both of them, anybody, but he didn't say anything. He was excited by not knowing what they would do next. They both leaned over at the same time and kissed both his cheeks, and then passionately kissed each other just inches away from his face. He could smell them so close to him, almost taste them. They moved away from the arms of the chair and stood together closely continuing to kiss while directly in front of him. He was close enough to touch them, see everything they were doing, almost feel what they were feeling. Wicked's hands were the first to move, she caressed Wild's face as they kissed. Her hair a beautiful backdrop to that white feathered mask made her so erotic looking, so desirable. Her fingers moved slowly lower until they reached one of the ribbons that held Wild's bustier closed. Slowly she pulled the end of the top bow and exposed the tops of a pair of the beautiful tits. He heard Wild moan softly and she took her fingers and entwined them in Wicked's hair. He could see their tongues move against each other when their mouths opened, each sliding their tongues into the other's mouth. They were so hot together, they looked so good. Wicked opened another bow, and Wild's breasts pressed menacingly against the remaining ribbon. They wanted to be free, and Wicked granted their wish. The last bow opened with the slightest of tugs and Wild's tits escaped their capture with glorious abandonment. They both moaned into each other's mouths and Doug let out a groan of his own. What a sweet torture this was. It was truly exquisite to see these two beautiful women touching, enjoying each other. Her red nailed fingers softly caressed the outer edges of the now escaped breasts while her thumbs traced imaginary circles around the outer edge of both areolas. They were a medium rose in color, and about the size of half dollars. The nipples were deeper in color, and distended about a half an inch. Wild arched her back and pulled Wicked closer to her then finally took her own hands and covered the other woman's with them. Wicked shrugged her shoulders and the spaghetti straps slipped down her arms to just above her elbows. When she did that, the bustier rolled down of its own accord. The weight of her bountiful breasts pushed the garment downward and blossomed out for all to see. Doug caught his breath for a moment. He knew they would be magnificent, but that word was not quite adequate enough. They were soft pillows of unblemished beauty, with delightfully pink colored areolas. The areolas were large, twice the size of Wild's and the nipples jutted outward in defiant arousal. He wouldn't be surprised if they were three quarters of an inch long. They were made for licking and sucking, smothering and cumming on. His cock ached and began to drip pre cum. He was more aroused than he could ever remember being. She took Wild's dainty hands and cupped them under the huge breasts. The woman's hands were dwarfed by their opulence. Wild began to caress them gently while her partner grazed her thumb nails over her own hardened nipples. Their mouths never left the other, but each new sensation brought additional twinges of wetness to their already soaked pussies. Doug's cock was as hard as a rock, straining, yearning for a touch, a lick, pounding with its own relentless rhythm. There were no longer just drops accumulating on the swollen, fat head, it was now a tiny steady stream. It was hot to the touch, and he clenched and unclenched the muscles of his ass fucking the air with his majestic scepter. Wicked For a while I have had a suspicion that someone was using my panties! Had this happened a few months ago I would have been none the wiser but my surfing on the net had put me in contact with Lucien, a guy who is fanatical about women’s panties and I am slowly but surely been introduced into this world. I have always loved wearing sexy panties and bras but this was more for my own sexuality and to a lesser degree my husband. He is not hugely sexual and I always hoped that my wearing sexy undies would kick-start his flagging libido. This has had mixed success. Lucien and I met on an adult personals website and when I read his profile I noticed that he made mention of his love of sexy underwear or more specifically panties. We chatted for a while until he mentioned that he regularly used his wife’s panties to masturbate. This was a new one for me; I had never even known that the fetish existed. I was quite curious and not as grossed out as one may think. A few days later after a particularly erotic conversation, I got home and with my husband being away I was in a position to enjoy my toys for the evening. I went to my room and pulled my work clothes off until I was left standing in my Blue panties and matching lacy bra. I could see from my reflection in the mirror that my pussy juices had seeped through the front of my panties. I lay down on the bed; my curiosity got the better of me. As I was lying there with my favorite vibrator slipping down my lips and into my wet pussy I reached across and took my panties in hand and brought them to my nose. In the past I had licked my fingers while jilling off and had found the taste quite enjoyable. This was even better. My musky scent filled my nose as the vibrator slipped easily in and out. It wasn’t long before I felt the wave after wave of orgasm wash over my body. Instantly my juices started to dribble down from my pussy tracing a line down my ass and onto the bed. As I slipped the vibrator from my pussy I wiped it on the panties in my hand and wiped the excess juices from my pussy lips against the soft smooth fabric. Lucien had asked me to take some pictures of my wet panties pressed against my face and me enjoying my hot pussy scent. I set the camera timer and snapped away. My love of panties and my cyber fetish had well and truly begun. We were doing some renovations around the house and we had a team of builders in the house daily. The group of 4 guys were all pretty good looking and ranged from 25 to about 40, with the foreman being a bear of a man with a mild, friendly manner. I had watched him work and could feel a tingle in my pussy as I imagined his huge hands undressing me and caressing me all over. Lucien had constantly told me that his fetish for panties was a lot more common than I thought and that a number of men shared this fetish. To illustrate his point he suggested that I leave a well used pair with a fresh load of pussy juice where it could be found. This was easier said than done in our house as only my husband ever go into my bathroom. That is until it dawned on me that while I was at work during the day the builders were working throughout the house. Before I left for work the next morning I went and found the blue panties I had enjoyed the previous evening. I lifted them to my nose and immediately smelt the aroma of my previous evening of pleasure. My pussy was instantly tingling. I walked through to my bathroom and put them on the top of my laundry hamper. I had to be absolutely sure and went to find my digital camera. What better way to have the proof I was so desperately hoping for. Throughout the morning I chatted with Lucien online. He loved the pics I had taken and told me his cock was hard and wet at the site of my pussy and panties. He also had a surprise for me. He e-mailed me a few pics of him sitting in front of his computer, a sexy white pair of panties pressed against his nose and a dark blue pair wrapped around his cock. My pussy was almost gushing. After an agonizingly slow morning lunchtime eventually arrived. I wasted no time in rushing home to see if my bait had been taken. When I arrived home the builders were sitting around under a tree outside my room enjoying their lunch. I rushed into my room and made straight for the hamper. I flipped the lid open. There could be no mistake; they had definitely been moved. I picked them up. They seemed a lot wetter than when I had left them earlier in the day. I brought them to my nose and could smell fresh cum. I could only wonder which of them had enjoyed these panties. I certainly hoped it was the big guy who had made my pussy tingle a number of days previously. I was to find out! I heard a movement behind me and looked up into the mirror and saw he was standing behind me. Not your classic pose, a 40something woman standing with one hand pressing her panties to her nose while the other was rubbing her pussy through her skirt. “Don’t stop,” he said. “I wondered if you would notice that I had moved them. I’m really sorry.” “Don’t be sorry!” I said with conviction. “I put them there hoping you would find them and enjoy them.” “That I did, you have the sweetest pussy I have ever encountered. I was wondering whether the source of that juice was as beautiful as the scent in the panties suggest.” I could feel my pussy starting to ooze its juices into my already saturated cream panties. My legs were weak with the sexual desire I was feeling. My transformation to panty slut had been fast and intense. With little thought I decided that for once I was going to pursue my fantasies. “There is only one way to find out.” I said breathlessly. I turned and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I could hear him following me up the stairs. When I reached the top I turned to face him. I could see that he was trying his best to look up my short skirt. I was more than happy to oblige and stood with my legs apart and lifted the hem of my skirt up until my wet, cream panties were on display for his enjoyment. He stopped when his face was level with my pussy. I could see him smiling broadly. He tentatively leaned forward and his hand came up until it cupped my hot pussy. His fingers pressed the fabric of my panties into my pussy. Feelings of uncontrollable sexual desire coursed through my body. I was still clutching my panties from the laundry hamper in my hand and as his fingers slipped easily over my panties I brought them to my nose and enjoyed their fragrant aroma. I could taste his cum mixed with the juices from my pussy. I looked down and could see his huge cock tenting the front of his trousers; this was getting better and better. I took him by the wrist and led him straight to my bedroom. He followed behind quietly. I did not have time to waste. I turned to face him and watched his face as I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and flung it to the floor. My breasts were straining against the cream, lace fabric. My nipples pressed firmly against the lacy fabric of my bra. “I don’t have much time,” I said, “get undressed!” I undid the button on my skirt and it quickly followed my blouse. I felt exposed standing in front of a strange man in my Bra and Panties. He needed no second bidding and quickly undressed. I watched with interest when he got to his blue briefs. I could see the hard shape of his cock pointing upwards. I sincerely hoped that it was as impressive in the flesh as it was under his briefs. I did not have to wait long. He slipped his fingers in the waistband and with one fluid movement slipped them down his legs. His cock jumped free. It was probably more impressive than I had expected. It was at least 7 inches long and seriously thick. I stepped closer and for the first time he started to take charge. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my on the lips. His kiss was firm and urgent. I could feel the hard form of his cock pressing against my pussy. I could feel him fumble with the catch of my bra and I felt it fall away and onto the floor, my breasts swinging free. He led me to the bed and I lay back with my feet hanging over the bed and just touching the floor. He knelt down in front of my and I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs, working their way upward until I could feel him start to nuzzle my wet panties. His tongue traced a path up and down my slit, the feeling softened by my smooth wet panties. I grasped his head with my thighs, my hands behind his head pulling his face firmly against my pussy. He lifted his face from my pussy and took the sides of my panties and started to pull them off. I could feel resistance as the wet crotch of my panties reluctantly freed itself from my swollen pussy lips. He slipped them down my legs. “Pass them to me.” I whispered. He passed my panties to me and knelt down again to continue his pleasurable task. As his tongue traced its way up and down my wet slit, brushing my hard clit on the way, I brought my panties to my nose. Pure heaven! I could taste my pussy juices on my panties, a whole morning of sexual arousal made them even better than usual. He continued to tongue my pussy, while his fingers wormed their way into my hot hole. I could feel his fingers probing my pussy until he reached my magical spot. Without warning I could feel my orgasm overtake me. My body shuddered and my pussy contracted around his large fingers. I could feel my juices running down from my pussy and dribble over my ass. I needed to feel his hard cock in me. “Fuck me now please.” He lifted his head reluctantly from my pussy. I moved up the bed until my head reached the pillows. I opened my legs wide and ran my fingers over my pussy lips, anticipating his hard cock slipping into me. He knelt in front of me. His hard cock in his hand, his foreskin pulled back. I could see his juices oozing from the shiny purple head of his cock. I could feel his wide cock press against my lips, my juices making sure that it encountered no obstruction. I could feel his width slowly fill my pussy as he inched it in, deeper and deeper until his pelvic bone pressed firmly against my clit. My hips started to rotate feeling his cock massage every part of my hot pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him firmly against me. He withdrew his cock with each stroke, only to plunge it deeply into me again. As I lay there receiving the fucking of my life I rubbed my nipples firmly between my fingers. I could feel my pussy starting to contract. The familiar feeling was starting to build like a wave. I could hear his breathing quicken, his orgasm also imminent. I started to meet his trusts, our bodies clashing with each stroke. I could not wait any longer and with a load cry my orgasm wracked my body. I could feel his body stiffen and with a quiet groan I felt his cum start to squirt deep into my pussy. He kept his cock in my pussy as long as he could until it eventually started to soften and ease from between my lips. I could feel his cum following slowly from my pussy, coating my thighs and ass. I didn’t want to lose his juices just yet. I closed my legs, trapping his cum in my pussy. I got up off the bed and walked as carefully as I could to my panty drawer. I found a dark blue pair and pulled them on. I could feel the juices ooze from my pussy and soak the fabric. “Be sure to check the hamper in the morning. I will make sure that these panties are there for you to enjoy.” “I look forward to that. I will make sure that I leave you some of my juices to enjoy in return.” He said with a smile. I looked at my watch; I had 5 minutes to get back to work. I made my apologies and while he was still pulling his underpants on I pulled my clothes on, kissed him on the lips and dashed my way downstairs and back to work. I sat in the office in a daze. I could not believe what had just happened. I can’t say that it was not what I wanted but I had certainly not expected it to just happen like that. I did end up leaving my panties for him and he did end up leaving me a load to clean up with my tongue. Wicked I have liked woman’s feet for as long as I can remember. Noticing I would get turned in different situations involving feet, Even shoes and socks. In the relationship I have had, finding a woman that’s willing to tolerate it was hard enough, but finding a woman that was into it well…..I thought was impossible. Then I met WICKED. She was a beautiful woman with the body of a stripper. A mother, she had a good job and a mellow personality, but she also had a wild side that I didn’t know about until I told her that her feet turned me on. She was wearing sneakers, the type that had no backs to them, white Sketchers I remember that were well worn but not nasty. She wore them often and usually without socks on so they were damp with her sweat, had the imprint of her feet inside them and they were stinky! She was testing the waters, shy about it at first. She put her feet on me and watched for me to get hard. When she saw the reaction she got, she pushed a little more and a little harder, rubbing my cock with her feet through my pants. She worked her foot under my shorts and up my leg until her foot touched my cock directly. She curled her toes around my cock, almost pinching the head of my cock between her toes, and she had the biggest smile on her face when she felt how HARD she made my cock. I can honestly say, I don’t think I have ever gotten harder than when she touched her feet to me. She moved her feet to my face. Lightly rubbing my face and lips with her toes, exploring my face and watching my reaction…I wouldn’t move if I was on fire! Her feet smelled awesome, like Fritos and sweat. They were soft, well maintained and cared for, they were damp with her sweat and she put them all over my face. They moved over my mouth and nose, her feet forming like a tee pee or a gas mask where she was forcing every breath I took to be filtered through her toes! I was enjoying it so much I let out a quiet moan and as I did, I felt her toes wrap around my nose and her pushing her feet into my face harder. The harder she pushed, the more turned I would get…and she knew it! And Liked it! By this time, there was pre-cum all over my cock and it was hard as a brick and bouncing up and down with every heart beat. She told me NOT to cum, demanded it actually with a tone that had a little devil tone to it. She said if I came before she allowed it, I would have to pay the price. When I asked that the price was, she laughed and said, “you’ll eat it”. Right away I knew what she meant. She had mentioned before that it would be such a turn on for her if she could watch me eat my own cum. NOW…it was important that I have control over my own cock. She was threatening to make me eat my cum and I knew she wasn’t just talking. She took her feet from my face, sat up on the bed and said she wanted a bottle of water. So as always, I got up and walked to the kitchen to get her that bottle of water. When I returned, she was standing there smiling by the bed, still naked accept for her sneakers. She took the water, opened it and took a drink but never took her eyes off me. Wicked told me to lay down on the bed again and close my eyes. As soon as I got on my back, she climbed on top of me and started to kiss me. I felt her reach for something in the nightstand but didn’t give it much more thought that that, she kisses sooo good. She whispered in my ear “I’m going to blind fold you, don’t move” and I didn’t. I stayed right where I was and let her tie that blind fold on my face. She started kissing me again, but a little deeper and more passionately that usual. She was obviously turned on by something and it felt good. She grabbed my right hand and pulled it over my head and I suddenly felt a piece of nylon quickly wrap around my wrist. She whispered in my ear, “just go with it” and of coarse, I did. The my other hand, pulled up and shackled the same as the first. Next my legs, both ankles tied to the bed so now I was spread eagle. She straddled me, I felt her hot and wet pussy pressing and grinding on my already hard cock. She reminded me that I was not to cum until she said I could or else. Now she is grinding on my hard cock, kissing me, running her hair over my face and being as sexy as a woman can be. Then, I was taken by surprise, she reached around and grabbed her sneaker from her foot and brought it up to my face. She pressed her VERY stinky shoe to my face and held it there. It was a VERY strong smell, almost like and mixture of vinegar and Fritos. I couldn’t take it, it was stronger than it ever has been before, so I tried to turn my head, but as I turned right, she followed. I tried to hold my breath, but she just laughed and asked “how long do you think you can hold your breath”. when I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I exhaled and as I was taking a fresh breath, she pushed even harder on the sneaker against my face and said “there you go baby, breather me in, see how that feels”. My cock got ROCK HARD, more from her forcing me to smell her sneaker than the smell itself. It was like a drug and I actually felt high. It was so strong and not very easy to take but she wasn’t about to let me stop and it was having a HUGE effect on me so I gave into her, tried to relax a little and breathe in her stinky shoe. It wasn’t long until my cock was pounding, wanting to explode. I asked her to stop grinding on me, but she just kept moving back and forth, now and taking my cock inside her soaked pussy. Now it was getting bad, I KNEW I was close to Cumming, but didn’t want to tell her. I knew that she has been wanting to make me taste my cum for a long time, and I heard it in her voice that she was serious tonight. Some how she knew I was close to Cumming. Maybe she felt my cock start to jump, maybe she felt my hips moving with her grinding, or maybe she just knew me better than I knew myself. Now she reaches back and slips my cock inside her and starts to ride my cock. She knows this is something I can NOT resist Cumming with, when she’s on top, I don’t last long at all, never mind having been made to inhale her feet and sneaker now for close to an hour! She gets faster and faster, and finally lets go of the sneaker but leaves it resting on my face. She starts fucking me like she hasn’t had it in years, calling out my name, yelling for me to fuck her harder and swinging hear head around like a porn star! All the time she’s on tope of me she’s telling me “you better hold back, I’m not ready yet” but she kept fucking my cock. Then…..all of a sudden, she jumped off my cock, swung her body around and put my cock in her mouth and swallowed the entire thing and held it there for a few seconds. She started sucking my cock like only she can. She knows exactly what makes me tick, and what makes me CUM! She forced me to cum so hard I thought it would hurt her. I came and kept Cumming, she took it all into her mouth and there was so much she had to swallow once just to keep herself from choking. But she managed to save some in her mouth. She sucked it all out of me trying to get more, but there wasn’t as much left in her mouth as she just swallowed…lucky for me because she came up to my face, put her finger in my mouth and pulled my jaw down and then……kissed me DEEP AND HARD with the rest of my cum still in her mouth! Wicked Chapter one "And then?" Ana said. "We went to my place." Alice grunted and pushed the six pound dumbbells with little enthusiasm. "Obviously my place. I hate Tel-Aviv bachelor apartments. They're old and they smell and if you need to take a shower later, well, Yuk." "Wait, wait. Whom did you choose to take home with you, Andy or Steven?" "I didn't." "Neither? I don't get it." "No, I didn't choose." Alice grunted again. The dumbbells rose only a few inches. "You said neither of them was willing to back down and- Oh..." Ana eyes widened when banal truth finally went beyond dot connecting. "Tell me you didn't." "Ok, I didn't." Alice's face was a raccoon mask of smugness. "God, that's... Weren't you at least afraid?" "Sure glad it didn't stop me." "Wow." Ana sank into silence as she tried imagining Alice hugging one handsome stranger at each side, floating out of a club, entering a cab on their way to... Well, the image alone made her feel itchy on the spinning bike. Around her the soft swish of the gym treadmills and the grunts of the weight lifters served as background soundtrack to her day dreaming. She pictured three naked tanned bodies on Alice's king sized bed. Corny soft wind blowing in corny white curtains, corny soft blue illumination and corny scented candles. Things were happening on that bed which made her seat much warmer, but then someone at the gym desk put on a synthetic techno workout disc and broke the spell. "You were my hero, but I think right now you turned it up a notch. You're a sex goddess." Ana stared at Alice with a look that was partial admiration and partial envy. "People should sacrifice young virgins on your altars." "Virgins suck. I need a well hung stud who knows what he's doing. Oh, here comes one right now." One of the gym young instructors came over to their spot and Alice smile changed in a second from smug to the one you have on when you checkout that big cake in the Bimbo Bakery, the one that costs half your salary and has enough chocolate to cause diabetes. "Hi," the instructor said to Alice, "you're doing it all wrong, Miss." He wore a black singlet which left nothing to imagination about the nice shape of his pumped up biceps. "Hello handsome. You're new here." Alice's smile turned predatory. "Started working yesterday. I'm Arik and you're lifting technique is all wrong." "Alice. Charmed." Alice, who was lying across a weight lifting bench, dropped a dumbbell and shook his hand from her awkward position. "You should keep both hands straight -- " Arik was the kind who demonstrated when they talked. "The whole movement should-" "Yeah, yeah. I'm a little busy right now. But why don't we get together later for some one on one hardcore pumping training?" Arik's shade went a few levels towards tomato hue. He coughed twice. "We're talking about weight lifting?" "Not necessarily." Another cough. "I see. Ehhh... let me just check out your work plan at the registration. Keep on spinning. You're doing a great job." He turned to Ana, eyes frightened. "Ana." "She's my big sister," Alice intervened. "And it's Mrs. Ana. I'm on the other hand am very much not married." "I see, I.. I'll get back on the... On the..." The gym instructor stepped back, his leg hit Ana's spinning bike base and he almost fell on his ass. "Right..." He straightened himself with what left of his libido and marched a little too quickly back into the reception area. "Fag." Alice said. "You're hopeless." Ana stifled a giggle. "Keep on spinning you're doing great job." "I'm spinning, you very much not married desperate lady." "Bitch." "Slut." They both laughed. "So?" Ana said. "So?" "What happened with, you know...?" "Oh... fun stuff... The usual, just more intense." "Come on... Don't be a bitch." "Can't help it. Ok, so on the way back Andy drove the car, Steve and I sat in the back." "Steve, you mean the tall one?" "Yeah, don't interrupt." Alice closed her eyes, fondling a happy memory. "He was all over me the second we were in that car. Frenching, hands beneath my dress. He put me on his lap, wanted to penetrate there and then." "God." "I'm pretty sure he wasn't in that car. Anyways we somehow got to my building with our clothes still on. We parked on Mrs. Samuel parking space, because nothing turns me on better than being mean to the grumpy witch. Andy grabbed my arm and literally threw me out of the car. The poor sod was eager as a starved dog from all the action he was missing in the back sit." Ana felt the heat going up her breasts and a familiar wetness forming down below, where her crotch was mashed against the hard seat. She started spinning faster. "Go on." "I tell you sis, a threesome is something else. A shame I took so long to try it. It's... It's like you're the queen of your goddamn fantasy castle. With one guy it's usually, I'll scratch yours you'll blow mine sort of thing. With Andy and Steve it was a competition." "Like a race?" "A slow sweaty, delicious wonderful race, sis. Men with egos the size of trucks." Alice shook her head. "Gets them every time. They just had to prove to each other that they're better lovers." "Wow." "It wasn't up on the table, but it was obvious both did their utmost to hear me moan louder and more often." "Who won?" Ana almost unconsciously rubbed her crotch against the spinning-bike seat. "Hell if I know. I sure did moan sis, oh how I moaned. Steve was more experienced but Andy compensated with enthusiasm. I mean Steve would rub my shoulders. Next, Andy would start massaging my feet. Steve would lick my ear and Andy went and licked the soles of my feet. Andy would kiss my neck then Steve would cover my back with amazing love bites. Steve went down on me and Andy checked his into the suppliers' entrance." "You mean?..." Ana gaped at her younger sister, eyes the size of saucer plates. "What?" "You let someone lick your back-door?" "Not a first for me, actually. I go crazy when guys do that. Andy sure has a giraffe tongue, he reached some places I didn't know I had." "Sis, you're wicked." "I have all the fun you mean. Synergy, Ana, pure synergy, we were three bodies as one." "Didn't know you're into eastern bullshit." "No. Literally. We sandwiched." "You ate during sex?" "No dummy, double penetration. Steve up front and Andy punched the starfish." Ana felt the crimson haze climbing up from her breast to her neck. "I would say something but I'm speechless." "Ok." Alice dropped the dumbbells and started stretching. "Let's go take a hot sauna and a cold shower." "Oh, come on, you cross eyed cow." Ana used one of her sister more annoying nicknames from their childhood. "Don't leave me hanging." Alice laughed. "Nirvana, Ninny. Pure Nirvana. Imagine being hugged real tight by two extra crispy gym addicts. Both buried deep inside you, plowing you slowly. Both kissing you, both whispering in your ears that you're driving them crazy and whatnot. I was as close to heaven as I'll ever be, considering where I'm going once I kick the bucket -- which I hope would happen during a threesome, by the way. I didn't want it to end. Ever. I told them last one to finish wins." "Wins what?" Ana pedaled harder. "Who knows? Who cares? You let guys like Andy and Steve, take a whiff of competition and they'll slit throats on their way to imaginary victory. You can even tell them last place gets a million dollars compensation, it won't make a difference." Ana was breathing real hard and she could feel the familiar butterflies of lust flowering and flowing from her vagina. Little streams picking up, intertwining into a big river. She closed her eyes and tried to hold it all together. "Oh my god." She said. "Who won?" "I know who lost." "Huh?" "I did, I came three times so hard, must have broken a Guinness record. They kept going so slowly..." The dam broke and the orgasm washed over Ana. She bit her lip hard, allowing only a tiny whimper escape. "It's not something you wanna practice every day, I guess, but I tell you sis. The Mormons have it right. Threesome are awesome." Ana tried to nod, hoping she looked convincing. "So, what about you, sis?" Alice suddenly said. Ana stared at her cross eyed and short of breath for a few seconds before she managed a semi coherent answer. "Huh? Me?" "Yeah, let's hear one of yours." "One of mine what?" "Hot beef injection stories." "You're the free spirited Samantha Jones type. I'm the tight ass married with kids." "I know." Alice sat up on the bench and gave her bigger sister a slow check out, from Ana's sweaty brow to her legs that were still spinning, but at a much more relaxed rate. Ana blushed even further. She let the towel she had on her shoulders, as if unintentionally, fall down and cover her front. "I think it's time for a little change of roles, sis." Alice said. "I mean, I've been telling you mine for so many years. Your turn." "There's a good reason the roles are set the way they are." "No there isn't." "I don't have any sexy stories." Or sex at all, Ana had a sad fleeting thought. "Come on, doesn't have to be something that happened last night." Alice said. "I never did it with two guys." "No kidding. You only ever had two guys. That Civil Procedure professor at law-school, what was his name?" "Oh, don't even remind me of that asshole." "And Dan." "You don't expect me to tell you... You know... With me and my husband." "Why not?" "I don't know, it's not decent." Alice blew air inside her cheeks and let it out in a fart like blow. "So mature." "Come on." "It's boring stuff, Alice." "Bore me. How goes life on the other side?" "Well, Tom won the golden arm in basketball practice again. The coach says if he keeps up like this he'll put him on the fourth graders team. He says he's good enough to play against kids two years older than him." "Really? No, really? You think I'll let you off the hook, that easily? Ok, I'll help you start, when was the last time you two did it?" Ana stopped spinning. "Emmm.. Let's see. Last Saturday we went up north camping with the kids, so we couldn't, and the Saturday before that was Aunt Sara's funeral and-" "Wait, wait. What happened to Sundays through Fridays?" Ana shrugged. "We sort of let them go during the years. Dan is too tired during the week so we have an unwritten agreement that sex is scheduled on weekends." "Tired of what exactly?" "He's just tired." "A sane woman would hire a PI to check if he's screwing his secretary. Except that Dan doesn't have one or even a job." "Come on." "Come on my ass, sis. Tired? He's been sitting on his ass for a year now." "Ten months. It's a tough market for software project managers. He's way overqualified for what little offers there are." "Aha." Ana moved uncomfortably on the spinning bike seat. It felt sticky. "Don't give me that look. I'm just glad I earn enough to keep us afloat." "How motherly Theresa of you." "You know what." Ana jumped off the bike. "I'm beat. I'm going to hit the showers." Alice shook her head. "So when was the last time you horizontally mamboed?" "None of your goddamn business." "Christ, you don't even remember when was the last time your fucking husband fucked you?" "He's been stressed with the job hunt and all. He was sure he'd find a job months ago." She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "I think he's suffering from depression." "You think? Look at me." "I'm not sure, I want him to see a professional but he's touchy about the subject." Ana's eyes were searching for spots on the gym floor's spotless tiles. "You think?" "What?" "I think... God damn it. Keep spinning Mrs. Levi and stop butting your nose into other people business. Yeah? I could see you straining your donkey ears through that ugly wig you're wearing. That's not a wig? I would have butchered the hairdresser if I were you." Alice lowered her voice. "Let's go someplace more discrete." She grabbed her sister's arm. I think, I think you have a parasite at home who not only lets you carry the entire financial burden, he's a such a self-centered schmuck he fails to see that his hot, beautiful, loyal wife withering in front of his eyes." "That's the father of my kids you're talking about." "That's my sister with a stain on her training pants, because the only way she gets the big O is through a 3rd party account of sex and a hard chair." Ana pulled her hand from her sister's grasp and took off on her long legs, not towards the lockers room but towards the double entrance doors. Alice started after her but had to stop as she almost bumped into a furious Mrs. Levi. "That's no way to talk. I know you're divorced and bitter, but still." "Oh, go stick a finger." Alice ran outside to the humid Tel Aviv street, but could find no hint of her sister. She ran up and down for three blocks. Remembered her IPhone, called Ana, then remembered her sister always kept her mobile in her locker during spinning practice. She was ready to call Dan when she made a shortcut back to the gym through a small park and heard soft weeping. She found Ana sitting on a small bench hidden behind a natural dome of oak trees. Alice put her arm around her sister's shoulders and hugged her tight. "Come on, ninny. Shhh... I didn't mean to be mean. Please." "It's like I'm invisible." Ana sobbed. "I know." Alice tried to wipe the tears with her sleeve. "And it's not like there was ever great fireworks in bed. I never complained, maybe about the quantity. But now we went down from a low calorie diet to downright hunger strike. I need... I need..." "I know, sweetie." "There is this guy at work, Asi from finance, he always complements me and he's so obviously totally into me. He's fifty and married but I swear those few moments every day when he says I'm looking dead gorgeous are the only moments I feel like a woman." "You are sweetie, you're a dead gorgeous woman with an idiot for a husband." "I've tried talking to Dan. I said we need counseling. He's just so goddamn passive about everything. I'm so sorry to dump ..." Ana sobbed. "It's all right, sis, shush. Come on." Alice let the river flow. She kept hugging her sister and stroking her hair until the sobs turned into dry hiccups. "Come on, ninny, let's go back and get a shower, collect our stuff, then go grab a coffee and cake at Natcio's. Believe me, taking a bite off one of his deadly thighs bloaters is half an orgasm." "I need to go pick up Tom from basketball in thirty minutes." Alice took out her IPhone. "Hi Dan, it's your favorite sister. Yeah, yeah, fuck you too. Look, I'm at the gym with Ana, I want to go coffee drinking with her so--. Why? So we can pick up some hunks and have an orgy... Seriously... So you need to pick Tom from basketball... Tape it or download it... She dearly needs a coffee right now, Dan... Right... You are a sweet and loving husband, I'll tell her. Bye. " Ana opened her eyes wide. "That was easy." "Men are simple. Be assertive, speak in short clear sentences and you're set for a life of... something. Let's go." "He's not a bad person, you know." "He's a terrible person. There's a name for what he does, it's called emotional terrorism. There should be swat teams of angry women who specialize in mercy killing for people of his kind. I say you should dump the bastard." "Yeah, right." "Seriously. Mom and Dad bought you the house before you even met him, so it stays yours. You don't need his non-existing salary to get by. He'll need to find work in order to pay alimonies. Actually you'll do better financially, without him." "It's not that simple." "It's not that complicated. I should know, third time took me a week." "I'm not divorcing Dan. We've got two kids. We've got a house to take care of. We've got mutual friends and fifteen years together, Alice." "So what?" "Christ, you don't throw marriage away on a whim. And you know what? After all is said and done, I do love him. He's smart, really educated, he's generous and when he's not depressed he's fun to be with." "Sounds like my dog. Ok. Get someone who appreciates your body. You have half the planet population to choose from." "Right." "Yeah? Show me one straight guy, excluding Dan, who'll refuse sex with a knockout ex-model." Ana smiled. "A single fashion show doesn't make me an ex-model." "You could have been. Viva gave us both the same dream offer. But you chose law-school, I chose Paris." "That was eighteen years and two childbirths ago, I was twenty." Alice placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled. "Hey, you! Yeah, you. Come here!" She signaled a bored looking guy in his twenties who was leaning against a Volvo. He rose up with a smile. "Can I help you, ladies?" "We just need a second opinion, doc. Do you think my sister is hot?" Alice pointed at Ana. "Alice, stop, you're embarrassing me,." "I figured you'd be used to it by now." The guy took off his shades grinning from ear to ear. "Is this some sort of candid camera?" "I had to pick a genius, did I?" Alice threw her arms in the air. "Come on, concentrate. On a scale of one to ten. One is a butt ugly toad with zits, ten is babelicious hot." "I'll say twelve." "Excellent answer, there might be some life under there." She turned to Ana with a winning smile. "Q.E.D, sis!" "You've totally lost it." Ana laughed. "At least you're smiling again. You, what do you want? A tip? Get back to holding that Volvo. " "Don't I get her number? " The guy had a puzzled look, he was still checking the bushes for a hidden camera. "Write it down. Nine-one-one- d-u-m-b-a-s-s." "Christ, you're mean." Ana said when the guy strolled back to his car mumbling the imaginary number. "I'm a thirty seven, thrice divorced, no kids and no property to show for it. The black sheep of my family. How can I be anything but mean?" Ana hugged her sister. "Thanks. I needed that." "Mr. dummy with shades bootlicking? We can call him back." "No, the ear. I really needed the ear." "So what do you say, should we find you a Latin lover?" "Christ no, I would never cheat on Dan, he doesn't deserve that." "It's either a divorce or fleece some happy time when Dan's not looking." "I know." Ana sighed "Neither will work for me, I'll have to find another way." "News flash, there's no way of eating the cake and keeping it whole, Ana." "Thank god for that or I'd have hippopotamus thighs." Chapter two. "Ah, yesss, right there." Ana moaned, not because Dan really hit the spot but because she wanted to encourage him. She arched her back causing their bedroom bed to groan like a rheumatic ninety years old. It was an old relic built of odd pieces stolen from a construction site and stood at a contrast to their designer decorated bedroom. Dan had built it when they were broke ass students and Ana never had the heart to throw it away. It reminded her of happier times. It was late Saturday morning and both kids slept at her parent's house. Ana woke up at six with a sweaty forehead and a dull ache in her gut. She knew what she needed to do in order to appease it but she had as much chance of waking Dan for a Happy Happy as Ahmadinejad had chance of getting a Nobel Peace Prize. She put on an undershirt bra, went outside and ran seven miles on the treadmill. She wanted to do laps, but Dan hadn't clean their swimming pool yet, despite her asking him several times this week. The quiet Tel-Aviv suburb was even more lethargic than usual on weekends. Her only company during the jog was the pair of Rose-ringed Parakeets that nested in Ana and Dan's backyard Pecan. The female would stroll around the bright green canopy and check the condition of what she probably thought was her own private nuts pantry. The male with the bright pink collar would wait until she would be preoccupied with a nut and then he would sneak up from behind and mount her, filling the morning crisp air with chirps of glee. It seemed that everyone was getting some except for Ana. Wicked When she finished her run she tried thirty minutes of supine yoga and later took a cold shower. The aching was still there. Ana checked up with Dan. Still snoring. She cleaned the living room, went through the emails and bills, baked a chocolate cake she'd promised Liana's kindergarten's teacher and went through Tom's satchel to see if there were any notes from school. When she finished she took off the living room's curtains to the washer machine upstairs, folded three baskets of clean laundry and ironed shirts she would need next week in court. She went back to Dan and tried to wake him. He waved her off and rolled over. After that she took a hot bath, shaved her legs and turned on the Jacuzzi. The ache was still there, now even more prominent. She could eat a thousand chocolate cakes and take a million baths. They would not pacify her craving. She stood up and spent long minutes in front of the mirror. Alice was right, she still has it. Very long legs that once bought her ticket to both the university track team and the world of modeling. Hips, ass and thighs that she kept fanatically in shape. Auburn hair that fell so straight, she never even once had to use a conditioner plus big green eyes to match it all. There were also signs that she was no filly. After breastfeeding two kids for two years each, her tits had to make some compromises with gravity and there were more lines of worries and heartaches than she had in her twenties. But all in all Dan shouldn't have anything to complain about. Especially considering that through the years he added more than a few pounds and what nowadays looked more and more like a an extra chin. Her hand went a couple of times to her crotch then wavered above Dan's shaving gel. She stood for a minute undetermined then reached out and grabbed a razor. Ten minutes later she heard Dan in the other room making waking up noises and she quickly applied some basic makeup. When she went out Dan wasn't there. Ana put on a black baby doll that was fashioned like an evening gown, took some time lighting scented candles and went out to search for him. She found him upstairs in the study room, playing some fantasy computer game online. It took her nearly half an hour to scrape him from the screen. She was now was on her back, thinking that there was probably more to life than this. Dan, still with boxers and socks on, had been rubbing her clitoris for the past ten minutes. "Ummm, yess." This time he really hit the spot. "Come here." She grabbed his ass and pulled him towards her. "In a minute." He smiled. Maybe he was finally getting into it. "I love you." Ana whispered, her eyes closed. "Do you notice anything new?" "Huh?" "About me?" Ana moaned. "A new haircut? It's nice." "God, you're such an astronaut. Head up in the clouds. The haircut is a week old, and thanks for finally noticing. Everyone in the office said it was stunning." "You're not concentrating." Dan looked annoyed. "What are you talking about?" "You're not even trying to get there, are you cumming or not?" That hit like a cold shower. Ana slapped his hand away and closed her legs. "Hey." Dan cried. "Definitely not." "What?" "Not cumming or going, not now, not ever!" Her tone went up an octave. "You can go back to your stupid game, your head has been there for the past fifteen minutes." "Come on." Dan's frightened look probably mirrored the fury he saw on her face. "You know what Dan? There are millions of guys out there who would kill to be in your shoes right now. And I took a razor this morning and sheared all the wool down below just for you and you..." Ana burst into tears. Dan forced a smile. "It really felt smooth, now that I think of it. Come here, let's try again." "Don't touch me." "Come on." "If you touch me I swear I'll scream my lungs out and kick you. Stay away, Dan!" "Wait-" "Shudup!!!" Ana screamed. His mouth arched in disdain. Dan always looked down on people who expressed strong feelings in public. "You're hysterical." That hit like a bucket of cold water, again. Ana stopped crying immediately and rose from the bed. "Where are you going?" She thought she'll just leave him hanging there but on the doorstep she turned and faced him. "You don't have a clue, do you? You, you self-centered schmuck!" Dan felt a chill going from his skull down his spine and straight to his balls. There was something new and frightening in his wife's face he'd never seen in all their fifteen years together. "I clean the house everyday, cook all your meals. I spend hours handling all our bills because you hate it. I drove two hours last Sunday to get a discount haircut. I open the Visa and I see you've been indulging yourself in online games and computer accessories." "A computer game costs thirty dollar tops." "Four hundred and fifty fucking dollars, Dan, this month alone. I don't remember when I bought myself a pair of fucking shoes. I tell stories at the office so I won't need to go to lunch with my colleagues and spend money we don't have. Four hundred and fifty dollars, Dan, we have a hole this big." Ana spread her hands. "in our bank account. It's like I have three kids instead of two." "I can cut down, we can take a loan to cover the overdraft." Dan looked stunned. "I take care of everything in this house. I spend ten times more quality time with our kids than you, despite the fact that you have ten times more free time than me. " "I work around the house too." "I don't care!" Ana screamed. "All I ever asked for is to feel loved, to feel like someone cares, like someone thinks I'm hot. Sex with you feels like you're mowing the lawn. I feel like a fucking house chore." She turned around. "Where are you going?" "To find someone else who'll fuck me." "Ana!" Ana stormed out of the bedroom, all fire and lightning. Her tears dried up and left behind a scorched earth of rage and fury. She went upstairs to the study room that nowadays mostly served as Dan's online games room. She locked the door behind her and sat down on the massive mahogany table with her head between her hands. "Ana, come on. Let's talk it out like two adults." Dan tried to force the door open. "Go away." "I'm sorry Ana. It was really insensitive, I should have- I'm really sorry." "Not as sorry as you're gonna be." "Come on, at least open the door. Stop acting like a teenager with growing up issues." "If you're trying to make things better, then you're doing a terrible job. Go away Dan before you or I say something we're going to regret for years." "Ok, I'll be downstairs when you're ready to talk." She sat in the cold room staring at nothing for an hour. Dan knocked once to tell her he ordered a pizza and if she might like a slice. For some reason it only infuriated her further. How can he even think of something so banal as ordering food at a time like this? She opened the internet and surfed to her office VPN. Her firm dealt mostly with employment related cases, but they also had a decent divorce counseling team. She started looking at divorce papers when Dan knocked again. "Ninny, your sister is on the phone." She opened the door, grabbed her mobile from his hand before he could say anything, slammed the door in his face and locked it again. "What happened?" Alice high voice from the other side had a calming effect on her. She thanked god for giving her a little sister. "You there? What happened? Dan sounded like he's under a massive panic attack. A big fight?" "I'm so glad you called." Ana said. "Yeah, it's about what we talked about the other day. I saw something that you might find interesting. I'm not saying it's the best solution, but still it's something you and Dan might wanna look into." "That no good son of a bitch." Ana shouted. "You wouldn't believe... I'm feeling humiliated just thinking about it." Ana felt the tears crawling back up and fought them down again. "A huge fight, huh?" Alice said. "I'm looking at divorce papers as we speak." "What? That's great news." Alice almost shouted on the other side of the line. "Really? That sounds great to you?" "Yeah. Really. Dump the loser. Should have done it years ago." "Oh, stop it Alice, I'm not gonna follow through, I'm just looking at them. I want to freak him out of his selfish skin." "What? Why? Don't be an idiot. A saint like you deserves someone a gazzilion times better." Alice almost pleaded. "If you stay with him I'm coming over with a shotgun." "Don't be a baby." "What do you plan to do then? " "I think I'll move back with mom and dad, let him sweat alone with the kids for a few weeks. See if he ever takes me for granted after that. What was it that you had in mind?" Ana asked. "What I had in mind is simply the lesser evil of living in a house with an emotional zombie. Divorce is a win-win, compared to it." "Not gonna happen." "Do you still have the dollhouse granny bought you for your fifth birthday?" Alice said "What on earth are you talking about?" "I think I saw it upstairs in the closet-room the other day." If someone could smirk through a phone, it was Alice. "Yeah, it's there, but I don't see how-" "You never let Liana touch it, don't you? Same as you never let me touch it when we were kids." "She has a thousand dolls and that dollhouse has an emotional- Wait! What? Are we bringing up childhood grudges, now?" Ana chose the divorce file on screen and pressed the print button. "Cause I have quite a few of my own." "No, my point is that you just never seemed to be able to let go of old things." "Dan is not an old toy." Alice sighed. "Ok then. I saw today an interesting article in YNET relationships section. You ever read that section?" "Yeah, it has some sound advice like buying a baby-doll, scented candles and shaving down below. Great stuff, I think I'll try it one day, see how it works. Oops." "Sis, bitterness brings out the wrinkles. Anyway, I don't usually read it but there was an article there today that caught my eye. Remembered when I said the other day, you can't eat the cake and keep it whole? Well, you better see for yourself." Ana surfed to the site, she actually had a link in the favorites to the YNET relationship section. She spotted the article immediately. "Eating the cake and keeping it whole -- Open Marriage." It was written by a marriage consultant about a couple whose husband wanted to stretch the limits of monogamy. She read the first paragraph then skimmed right to the bottom. "Nah, never gonna work." She said to Alice. "Well, it was a long shot." Alice said. "Dan would never agree." "Ok." Alice sounded surprised. "Not the answer I was expecting." "He might like the idea of having sex with another woman but he'll never give consent for me to sleep with other men." "You're missing my point. Who cares what Dan wants? It's you who counts. You don't find that shocking or morally impossible?" "Why? Going out on fantasy adventures of lust without suffering cheating pangs of guilt? Sounds like a dream." Ana started reading the article again. "What girl wouldn't sign up for that?" "Oh, ok. I'm glad you feel that way. There might be hope yet. So now you just need to convince Dan." "Already told you, never gonna happen." "Not with that attitude it ain't. Does a client who comes to your office with a shitty case gets the same answer? What about that old lady who got sacked one year before her pension was due? The case nobody in your office was even willing to touch. A hundred percent lost cause." "It was entirely different-" "It's the same. You took it and you won. Why? Because you're a shark when push comes to shove. It's time to do what you're the best at. Learn the subject through and through. Build a strategy. Come prepared for every scenario. Threaten. Cajole. Be the bad cop and the good cop. Use anything in your arsenal." "This is my life at stake, not some employment court issue." "What do you have to lose? I'll help. Just ask. If you need a role-play to practice, or you want me to find you reading material, just say the word. I'm your bitch." Ana laughed. "To be honest, Dan is pretty much lacking in the spine department. A few threats and he'll cave in." Alice said. "That's my husband you're talking about." "So why did the last sentence come out so uncertain with none of your usual defensiveness?" @@@@ It was late night when Ana finally came out of the study. She stretched a few times and wanted to jog again on the treadmill after the long hours sitting on her ass, but gave up on the idea. She was charged with energy. Preparing hard cases for court always had that effect on her. But running would deplete that energy and she needed every ounce of it right now. Her white kitchen smelled of overcooked omelets. Dirty plates, some tomato salad and cheerios decorated the countertop, the dining table and the floor. Usually she would sigh or curse and then clean up the mess. Not today. She found Dan on the living-room couch, still in his boxers and socks. He was punching away on his IPhone, probably playing on the internet. It was clear that his heart wasn't into it, though. There was a half empty beer bottle on the table and a half-finished bowl of pistachios. Ana made an intentional noise and he swung around in panic. "Where?" she said. "Your parents returned them an hour ago." Dan's words came out like machine gun stutter. He was usually very careful with words. Mouthing each syllable slowly, to the point of being annoying. "They're upstairs, sound asleep. I cooked them dinner. There's some salad and omelet left if..." "I know, I saw the kitchen." "I'll clean that." "Did they wash?" "At your parents, they took them to the beach all day." "What about Liana's asthma?" "Never had to use her inhaler once." "Did Tom eat the salad?" "It took some effort but I made him eat a whole cucumber." "Did they ask about me?" "Sure did. I told them you had to go to work. They were really disappointed. Tom brought home half the Mediterranean's seashells and wanted to show you." Ana almost smiled, but forced it down. There was a face the people close to her would never recognize. Ana called it her business face and used it only in the office when consulting clients. She had it on now as she sat herself on the designer sofa and placed a block of printed documents on the living room table. "We need to talk." "What's this?" "A contract." "What kind?" "Well, to cut things right down to the bottom line it's abandonment of rights. A voluntary relinquishment of all right to claim adulterium as a cause to invoke alimony cancelation." "In human language?" Ana unconsciously rubbed her palms, a clear sign she was in office mode. "The Israeli law guaranties alimony." "Kids support." "No, that's something else entirely. Let's keep questions to the end, shall we. Alimony is one spouse support for the other after a divorce. Since, when you do have a job, dear husband, you earn twice as much as I do, court will rule permanent alimony in my favor." "Are we talking divorce now?" "No, I'm not." "Sounds like you are." "I said, questions in the end. Israeli court tends to cancel Alimony in case the supporting spouse can prove adultery." "You're screwing behind my back?" Dan shouted. "Do you even know me? At all? It's like I'm talking to a stranger." "Are you having an affair?" "For god's sake, Dan. During the last sixteen years I've never even once considered it. I'm just protecting myself. Signing this means you and I will have no legal claim to invoke alimony cancelation due to adultery. I want an open marriage, Dan." "A what?" "You heard me." The look on his Dan face was a mix of shock and revulsion. "You want to sleep with other men?" "Well-" "And you want my permission to do it?" "It goes both ways, Dan. You'll have my permission to meet other women." Actually the thought of Dan with another woman caused a wave of jealousy that she almost choked on. "Go taste the world outside and maybe you'll grow an appetite for what you have back home." "I don't wanna sleep with other women." "Your choice." Ana tone softened. For a moment she almost decided to forget about it all, but then she did what Alice told her to do in case doubts and mercy would raise their fluffy head. She ran over in her mind the humiliating scenario from the morning and steeled herself. "If you think I'm signing this, then you're nuts." "I thought you might act this way and prepared this in advance." Ana placed another block A4 of papers on the table. "What's that?" "These are divorce documents." "Just like that, split the house in half. This is what you call a solution." "Actually the house is mine, it even says so on our Prenuptial. " Time to take out the sledgehammers. "But I'll have you out of it in a week." "To go where?" "You're an adult, rent your own place." "With what money?" "Get a job." "Half the stuff in this house is mine." "And you'll get yours eventually. Just be prepared to spend a lot of money on attorneys. I already have on my side the best team of solicitors Tel Aviv has to offer. For free." "How can you be so-" "So, what?" "So..." "Lets hear it." "Cold. What happened to you?" "You mean what happened to the old Ana you once knew? The one who let you crap all over her head?" "Ana." "She's dead, Dan. It took more than a few years and it wasn't pretty. This morning you gave her the coup de grace. Can't say I'm going to share your grief. She's gone for good." "So my choice is between open marriage and doing the Kurt Cobain. Excellent. Simply grand." Ana gave herself a mental pat on her shoulder. The strategy plan she laid out for the conversation was clicking along the lines she weaved. She was hoping Dan would see a divorce and getting kicked out of the house as a frightening choice. Frightening enough that he wouldn't be able to call her bluff. Alice was right, a few threats and he caved in. Now, all she had to do is convince him the other option wasn't half as bad as he saw it. Time for the good cop to go on stage and give his rehearsed monologue to the panicked audience. "It's only sex, Dan." Her voice was now the same gentle tone she used with the kids. "Nothing emotional, it's purely physical, like going to the gym." "Yeah. Right." "Come on Dan you will always be my husband, we can work out this solution. Nothing will change." "You're calling that -- Nothing?" "I'll be the same supportive spouse I've been for the last sixteen years, the same loyal wife you so much love to show-off." Dan picked up the beer bottle and took it to his mouth. His hand was badly shaking. He looked at her and said nothing. A good sign. He was at least listening. "I'll take care of us, like I always do, of this house. The kids. We'll go to Saturday Barbeques at the Nelsons, we'll go out camping like we used to. Take the ski vacation we so dearly wanted when times are less lean. Spend time at the beach with the kids. Nobody will have to leave. I see tons of divorced couples in my office every year. It tears families apart." "And I'll be a laughing stock." "No one will ever know a thing, I swear. That would hurt the kids and you know I'll never allow that." "How can you be so sure?" Ana had to force herself so she wouldn't smile. Dan went from a state of total rejection to actually considering her suggestion. "We'll be careful and discrete. You know once I set my mind on a task I study it and plan it to perfection. Trust me. No one will have a clue." "I would." "It will be exactly like going to the gym or the Tennis club. I'll take a few hours from time to time to take care of myself. It would be exactly the same. You'll see." Wicked "How exactly is it the same?" Dan was aiming for sarcasm but his voice came out really high and trembling. "Not the same." She placed her hand on his arm. "Much better. I'll come back minus the stress that was always around the house for the last couple of months. Think about it. No more stupid fights." "No more quarrels?" Dan took the bottle out of his mouth again and studied her. She had him now, she was sure. Ana felt the usual thrill of winning a case or signing a good plea bargain with a tough attorney. "We'll get back the life you and I miss so much, the life we deserve. We owe it to the kids and we owe it to ourselves." "I..." "Come on Dan, when you think it through you'll agree this is something really trivial. Thousands of happy marriages have an arrangement of this sort. Nowadays people do it in the open. When you think about it, there's nothing big or scary or shameful about it. We're in Israel and it's the 21st century, not middle ages Saudi Arabia." "I'll... Give me the contract." On the living room table stood a fancy black pen inkstand with golden inscription. Ana received it from the office crew when she became a full partner. Dan took the pen out. "Don't sign up just yet." She said. "No?" "No, it's been a long day and we're not ourselves. I want you to sleep on it, think it through. This should not be done lightly." "I'll..." "Go to sleep, Dan." Ana sat down in the living room long after Dan was snoring in the bedroom, another bad habit he picked up over the years due to too many computer hours and too little treadmill hours. Twice she rose, to the garbage dispenser aiming to destroy both the contract and the divorce papers. Twice more she rose and went to the front door, wanting nothing more than to run away when a tiny voice crying upstairs brought her back to reality. Liana was crying in her bed, not even fully awake. Ana held her for a few moments, pushing away all the bad dreams with soft kisses and motherly promises. When Liana finally went back to sleep she crawled under the Disney prince and princess decorated sheets and hugged her daughter tightly. Her dreams were filled with dark eyed strangers and strange new places but in the morning she couldn't remember any of them. @@@@@ "You did what?" Alice screamed on the phone. "Chill it, sis." Ana yawned, she fell asleep at three AM and it showed. "The lines in this firm are being recorded, so be... Don't say anything that I'll have trouble explaining." "He wanted to sign and you stopped him." "I did exactly what I planned to do. He would have backed down eventually if he would have felt he agreed under pressure, contract or no contract. He has to do it of his own free will and then he'll feel committed." "I don't know." Alice said. "Sounds like you're backing out on me." "Be patient." "As long as you know-" "I've been signing and making people sign contracts for thirteen years. It's what I do best." Ana yawned again. "Don't be so enthusiastic about it." "I'm not. Alice, I feel like I'm using the tricks of my trade to trick my husband. I'm not sure I like this new Ana that's been coming up. Hold on a second, Dan's on the mobile." "Hi." He sounded nervous. "Hi." She said. "How are you?" "I'm busy, Dan, anything you need?" A day ago she would kill for a phone-call from him that meant even a little attention. It even felt good to hear him now but there was no way she was going to make him feel that she already forgave him. "It's about the contract." He said quickly. "I've been reading some on the internet." "Go on." "There's some stuff I'd like to change and a lot of things I feel I'd like to add. It's all about the legal stuff but it has nothing about... You know. We have to base some ground rules and we need some red lines, you see. I wrote everything down." Ana felt her heart start racing, all her tiredness gone in a flash. "I'll be home in an hour, I'm sure we can make everything work out." "It's on, sis." She said and took in a heavy breath. "You're kidding me?" "For bad or worse, it's on." @@@@@ "Here? You want me to bring my dates here?" Dan and Ana were sitting on their bed, long after they put the kids to sleep. Ana was in her panties and a white T-shirt, but she was all business. "Well, yeah." "Why?" "That way I would be able to monitor things. I would know that you're not seeing the same guy," Dan almost choked on the last word. "The same guy twice. It's safer anyway. You don't want to go into some dark apartment with someone you just met." "Where would you be?" "Upstairs, with the kids." "Is this some kind of stupid scheme to make sure this never happen?" "No, I promise I'll be upstairs, you wouldn't know I'm here. I'll add acoustic insulator on the doors so you wouldn't hear me and I wouldn't hear you. Don't you prefer your own house to some sleazy motel?" "So how will you monitor things?" Ana almost spat the last word. "I'll watch you coming through the gate intercom camera." "I don't know, this sounds too weird." "I won't let you see guys behind my back, if you're doing it, at least have the decency... I mean the.. Forget it, this is a go, no go for me." Ana move uneasily on the bed, causing a rustle of papers. Dan must have done some homework. Ana put a mental note to make them all disappear later. It would be quite unpleasant if anyone she knew would chance to take a peek at them. "And what's that about not seeing the same guy twice?" she said. "I don't want you to attach emotionally to anyone. I mean, you might decide you're better off with someone and we'll end up divorced anyway." "Not gonna happen." "I have to make sure." "So you expect me to... I don't know, to pick up strangers at pubs every time?" "You can get professionals, there are escorting services for women, you know." "You mean like a Gigolo?" Ana slammed her hand on the bed. "We have a hole the size of the American debt in our account. Escorting services are for rich people." "Ok, that's not really my problem. That's another red line for me." "One month." Ana said. "What?" "I can see the same person again but I'll have to wait one month, so there will be no emotional attachment." She imitated Dan voice when she said emotional attachment. "It's only sex, you know." "Six months." "One month, take it or leave it." "Ok. And no one we know." "Goes without saying." "No one in the office you've been fantasizing about, no one that might even remotely know us. Oh, and I want my name on the house deed. I want half." Ana laughed with little mirth. "As if." "You know what, maybe your parents bought you this big house but I sure as hell worked my ass over the years so that it would be lacking nothing. The house, you and the kids. Vacations, clothes, bills, cars, everything here has some of my sweat on it. And you know what?" He rose and Ana saw in his eyes some of the fire that belonged to the man she once fell in love with. "Yesterday I found out that sixteen years of sweat arn't worth shit and I could find myself on my ass in the street. That at 38 I'll have to start my life again from scratch. I won't let that happen." "You want equality?" "I don't want to be dependent on your charity, not after yesterday." "Excellent. That goes all the way. It's good thing you've finally decided to make it to your thirties, love." She shook his hand. "Frankly I thought you'd never mature past your teens but if you're ready to make some grown up choices-" "What do you mean?" "If everything in this partnership is on the table I want a real change." "Go on." "The bank manager called today, we are on the brink of financial disaster. I had to take a killer rate loan to cover our overdraft." "I'm sorry about the four hundred dollar, won't happen again." "Four hundred and fifty." Ana rose, searched through his pants he left on the bedroom floor when he showered, pulled out his platinum credit card and folded it. "Hey!" Dan shouted. "That's one. Until you prove you're an adult, I'll be the only person here carrying a credit card. And don't think you can order another, I'll be monitoring the account. I cancelled our gym membership plus my tennis club membership, that's two." "You didn't have to cancel your membership." Dan had the decency to look embarrassed. "Mom will let me have her old spinning bike and we have a pool and a treadmill. Gym is luxury, we're poor." "Ok." "I already told Yona that she need not come next Thursday and I paid Salim what we owe him and thanked him but I told him we can't afford him anymore. That's three." "So no cleaning woman and no gardener. Ok." "I've cancelled our cables and ISP membership. " "You did what?" Dan eyes widened. "I need that so my programming skills won't rust." "You mean your skills at shooting imaginary people at imaginary games? Grow up, Dan. I never saw you honing your programming skills on our computer. It was always an excuse to buy new and expensive stuff for your stupid games. If you want to Google, I have internet at the office. Oh, I've canceled your IPhone surfing membership too. That's four." "This is crazy." "Welcome to adulthood." "So you will let me have half the house?" "Thirty percent. The kids get thirty percent and I get the rest. If we do separate I'll buy your share and you can buy a decent apartment with the money. But you'll have to work for it, hard." "What do you mean?" "I'm tired of working nine hours every day only to come back to a house where the real work begins. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, homework, driving to basketball practice, showers, bed making, dishes, I'm alone in this fight, you're like a spectator. This slave wants out." "Ok, so I'll pull my share." "You'll do more than that. From now on I want to come to a spotless home. I want the kids fed. I don't want to see Tom smeared in front of the TV unless his homework is complete. I want you to take care of the garden and the swimming pool. And once every Thursday you'll clean this house through and through, just like if Yona was still here." Dan grunted. "That's a big house." "You're home. There's no reason you won't get off your butt from time to time. In a year, if and only if you keep this up, every single day, none of your usual half dones. I'll put your name on the deed." "That's it?" Ana spit on her hand and reached forward. Chapter three Three weeks later and Ana realized all the parts of her new life except for one. She actually found herself more than a few times surfing in escort services sites, looking at the pictures of studs for rent. She even called once, but the sleazy voice on the other side of the phone disgusted her and she had hung up. The contract was signed and hidden in her office safe after several revisions she and Dan made. As for Dan, he was on his best behavior for years. True to their agreement he cleaned the house every day, laundered, cooked, gardened and helped with the kids. He even initiated some projects he'd postponed for years, like painting the front porch and fixing the pool lighting. After a week without internet he started giving private mathematical lessons. His first client was a high school student who lived a few streets away. Dan marathoned the kid for a week before a big test, which ended with the boy getting an A+. After that he had two more students whose parents wanted the same. So now Dan had some pocket money and again they had an internet connection. It was a slow 1.5 meg connection, but it was better than nothing. The kids were helping too. Dan found out it was much easier to keep a clean house if books, toys and clothes went back to their natural place after usage, instead of being left for the magical elves. Tom went into a jurisdictional strike at first, as this was a real downgrade for the little house prince. However, Dan was determined and the new rules, forced by some Sony PlayStation sanctions, soon became habits. Ana found out suddenly she had far more free time on her hands than she could handle. She went back to old habits like reading books, oil painting she once so loved or just sitting on her butt and watching a stupid reality show at days end. Dan even initiated sex once during the weekend but she turned him down. It felt good to be on the courted side of the coin for once. Thursday night found her in the living room, losing a checkers game to Tom while Dan sat on the opposite couch with Liana, reading to her a Dr. Seuss story. It was the picture she always dreamed of when she was little. How was she going to be able to shutter it? "Baby, Baby, Baby, oohhh." Tom did a Justin Beiber, but in a funny voice cause everyone knew Justin Beiber is a girls' thing and therefore yuk. "Ah Ha, I'll eat your soldier again, mom. Yum, yum." "You're clever." Actually he was getting good at checkers to the point Ana could soon stop pretending she didn't see obvious moves. "David says I'm stupid." "I think I should call David's mom." "No, mom!" Tom stretched the first M. "That would be uncool. I'm no cry baby. "So now he had started to develop social awareness. Ana felt a pinch of sadness. They grow so fast. "Are you sad because I'm winning again, mom? You want me to let you win this time?" Ana kissed Tom's forehead, then the intercom buzzed. "I'll get it." Tom jumped sending a rain of checkers' peons clickiting clackiting all over the floor. "No, you stay and pick this up, then brush your teeth and off to bed. It's almost nine." "It's your sister." Dan looked through the intercom camera. "I know." Ana said. "Alice and I are going out." "At this hour? What do you mean?" "It means what it means." Ana looked him straight in the eye, registering when his sudden understanding turned into a complete shock. "Go on Tom, take your sister with you, I'll be coming to kiss you goodnight." "I want to sleep in your bed tonight, mommy." Liana said. "Daddy will be sleeping with you upstairs tonight." "Yey!" Liana shouted. "Mommy and Daddy are sleeping in my bed tonight." "I'm going and will return very late, but Daddy will be sleeping with you upstairs." The doorbell canary whistled its happy tune and Ana felt butterflies rising, their gentle wings tickling all over her body and face. Dan, who stood inches from the door didn't open it. Instead he stared at it frozen and shocked. He reminded Ana of an actor in a B-movie, waiting on the imminent monster that is going to burst into the house and massacre everyone. She stepped forward and opened the door. "Hi." Alice gave her a peck on her cheek. "You didn't even put make-up on." "Five minutes, you can time me. Did you bring it?" Alice placed a parcel in her sister's hands. "Take your time." Ana went into her bedroom and Dan, who finally seemed to defrost, ran after her and grabbed her arm. "Come on Ana, are you really going through with this?" He sounded like a man about to drown. "Dan." "You don't have to, we don't have to..." "I'm sorry Dan, we've agreed on this." "Please don't go." Ana pulled her arm gently and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Go to sleep, Dan." "I'll wait for you." He said in a small voice. "Upstairs." "Upstairs." @@@@@ Ana tried to dot under her eyes with the concealer. Her hand was shaking badly and some of the skin colored cream went in her eye. She immediately rinsed it under the tap and sat down on the edge of her bath. You can do it, girl. You can do it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I'm not cheating on anyone, I'm not going behind his back. There is a part of me that's dying to feel like a woman again. She had on a black lacy bra and matching pair of sexy undies Dan bought to her once as a romantic gesture on his birthday. She didn't think it was fair to wear them and bought a new pair just for the occasion, but she forgot it at the office. Ana slipped her finger inside her panties and gently caressed herself, she was already moist downstairs. Calm yourself girl, you can do it. She went back to the bed where she stretched the evening dress Alice has brought her. It was one from Alice's days as a model, A Jovani or some other hot brand. It was dark blue, very clean cut, no frills or anything, and had an extremely low cut both at the front and at the back. She blushed just thinking of herself being seen in it by anyone she knew. The thought also exited her. There was a slight problem though, there was no way she could wear her bra without looking ridiculous. She considered her options and then simply slipped her bra off. Outside in the living room the atmosphere was also beginning to warm up. Alice who always felt at home in her sister's house, or everywhere she went for that matter, scoured the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee, ignoring Dan's venomous gazes. "You're out of sugar." She said. "Can I get you cyanide instead?" Alice raised her middle finger at him. "It's you, isn't it?" Dan said. "In the flesh." Alice tasted the coffee. "You're bitter and miserable and you won't rest until you make everyone around you miserable." Alice put down the coffee and raised her hands smiling. "Do I look miserable?" To Dan she looked like a million dollars. He always thought Alice was far better looking than Ana, more than a woman had a right to be. "You're the one who planted all the crazy ideas in my wife's head." "Oh, really? Can't you man up for like five minutes? Take a vacation from being a whiny jellyfish all the time? If you're looking for someone to blame, Danny boy, you only need to look in a mirror." "Did you look in the mirror when your last hubby kicked your sorry ass for a twenty years younger model? I'm sure as hell wasn't the best of husbands, but-" "That's right, you're a pathetic excuse for a husband with a dick that small." Ana placed her forefinger and thumb close together to emphasize just how small Dan was. "So tonight Ana will get herself a real man for once, I'll make sure of that, trust me, then we'll see whose ass's going to get kicked." "You think you're so smart and liberated and powerful," Dan forced a smile. "The truth is, Alice, is that you're a lonely bitch without friends or family. A lone bitch that spreads her legs to strangers so she can feel something." "Fuck you." "I wouldn't touch your kind with a stick, even in a million years." "Oh, don't say that, Dan. Thinking of your naked beer belly, jelly muscles and receding hairline always makes me hot." "And time is not stopping for lonely bitches. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Seen the little ugly lines that weren't there ten years ago? My wife will eventually sober up and she'll come back to me. When this is done, you'll still be a lonely bitch, and one day even spreading your legs will not be enough." Dan didn't let Alice answer, he turned his back to her and rushed the stairs after his kids. "What was that all about?" Ana chose that moment to step out of the living room. "What wouldn't be enough?" "Wow, sis, just wow." Alice clapped her hands. "I knew it. I just knew it." Ana rose on her high heels and whirled like a ballerina. "You like?" "I'll have to bring a bat to keep the wolves away." Alice said. "Hey, what's that?" Ana touched her finger to her sister's cheek. A tear created an eyeliner trail from the corner of Alice's eye to her cherry colored lips." "Nothing, just the excitement. I'll fix it in a jet. Let's go burn Tel Aviv." @@@@@@@@@@@@ The Chin Chin dance bar at Tel Aviv harbor was full to the brim and Ana figured the owner must be violating at least dozen municipal safety rules. It was actually ok with her because that way nobody paid her much attention. The D.J, Ana didn't catch his stupid name, was vibrating the air with electrical house music and the strobes thumped the dance floor to the rhythm. The floor itself looked to Ana like a living organism made of young sweaty sexy bodies. She felt out of touch, out of context and out of age. Wicked "I feel old." She said to Alice who was chatting with a handsome bartender that must have been weaning when Ana got her graduate diploma. "What?" "I feel old." She shouted. "Yeah, he's from Belgium." Alice shouted back, her face a mask of bliss. "I wanna go home." Ana shouted. Alice pointed at her ears then waved someone on the other side of the room and before Ana could stop her she disappeared into the crowd. "Nosa, Nosa Asi voce me mata." The D.J cried the first line of a Brazilian hit and the crowd roared in response. Ana stared at her beer which was staring right back. This was ridiculous. She was never into the club scene when she was twenty and single. Never was into the pubs scene either. The whole idea of picking up some stranger and going home with him looked like a bad fantasy. She should try an escort service. She decided to finish her beer and catch a taxi home without Alice when the bartender placed on the counter in front of her an orange drink in a tall glass with a pineapple skewered on the straw. It was Tel Aviv summer night with ninety percent humidity and the crushed ice in the glass called her and the fire like fluid smelled of exotic shores. "Can you get me one just like this?" She shouted at the bartender. "Bahama Mama. It's yours, from the man over there." The bartender shouted back. "Which man?" "Over here." Someone said close to her ear. Ana turned around startled. In the seat Alice had occupied sat a tall stranger. He was young, early thirties or late twenties. Which was the first thing Ana noticed about him. He also had laughing blue eyes that were giving her a scan from head to, well, they kept getting stuck at her cleavage. "Hi." Ana felt her butterflies taking wing. She was sure she was blushing and suddenly was thankful to the club dim light. "You'll have to talk closer." He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushed her cheek. "I'm Ben." "Thanks. Ana. I mean, I'm Ana, that's my name, Ana." She smiled knowing her smile came out stressed and raised the glass to her lips in order to cover it. "First time at the Chin Chin." "I look that lost, do I?" She shouted, refusing to play his game of leaning over. "You look stunning." He said to her ear. Ana gulped the entire drink in a single go. It was cold and tasted of oranges, pineapple and rum. "Slow down." Ben laughed, he had a good smile. Ana held the glass to her lips, even though there was no more drink inside. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth something really stupid would come out. "Wanna dance?" Ben said. Ana stared at him, blinking. Maybe it was the drink or the noise or the fact he looked ten years younger than her and wasn't her husband. Say something, stupid, just smile and say something. "I don't know the moves." This time she leaned close to his ear. Ben smelled of men cologne and Ana breathed him deep. She was always trying to convince Dan to put on cologne and even bought him an expensive Tommy Hilfinger, but his skin was too sensitive and he hated it. "Nothing to know, come on. I wanna dance with the prettiest girl in the house." He jumped off his chair and offered her his hand. Ana stared at the inviting hand like a man staring at a Black Mamba. "Come on, it's just a dance." Ana placed her hand in his, hoping he wouldn't notice how shaky her hand was and allowed herself to be dragged among the swaying crowd. A girl that couldn't be more than eighteen bumped into her and Ana mumbled an apology that was drowned by the instrumental Untz, untz, untz of the beat. She must be thinking what does this cute guy is doing with his mom on the dance floor. Another person bumped into her then another. Ben's hand was torn from hers and she found herself alone. The crowd closed in on her and she felt a desperate need to be out in the open. Someone grabbed her from behind and she almost screamed. It was Ben. He placed his hands on her hips and moved close. She felt for a moment like resisting and running away. She didn't belong here with all these dancing kids. Ben held her gently, but she could feel the power in the hands grasping her hips. He started moving. Soft movements, hips swaying from side to side and she found herself forced to move her body along with his. Ana bent her knees and raised her arms slowly to head level, imitating a strapless blond that danced herself to oblivion with a huge Russian guy. The girl looked immersed in the music or into some heavier substance, but she also looked like she was born right there on the dance floor. Ana swayed her hips slowly with the girl and Ben matched his movements to hers. Dan didn't even like to dance at weddings, fearing it made him look ridiculous (a fear which wasn't entirely groundless). She kept swaying and her eyes kept shooting glances at the people around her. Any minute they might notice the alien amongst them that couldn't move. Ben leaned closer, "Relax, Ana." He said and his lips brushed her ear, as if by mistake. The moment of naked touch sent a jolt of lightning that spread warm waves all over her face. Her legs felt weak and only Ben's strong hands steadied her. She leaned against him and kept moving with his body, knees slightly bent, pelvis rotating left and right, left and right. The alcohol in both beer and the Bahama Mama she drunk on empty stomach, finally reached her brain. Her breath, that sounded like a tornado, to her, slowed and her jaw that was unconsciously clenched, relaxed. All around her people were focused inside their own little world. She felt silly and concentrated on synchronizing her movements with the man holding her hips. Like a sexy pendulum moving from side with the beat, Ben sure knew how to do this. Taking her body with him for a ride like a fifty years old cowboy with a young filly. Left and right, arms swaying, just relax, you could dance naked here and no one would notice. Left and right, left and right, this is actually easy. Slowly with the rhythm, nice and sexy. She was actually beginning to enjoy herself. This was new. This was exciting. She felt bolder now, enough to imitate the blond who was grinding against her Russian looking partner. She bent a little further and rotated her pelvis in a full circle. It went right, it felt good. Again, a bigger circle this time. Her pear shaped ass connected with the man behind her and she could feel his hard muscles moving beneath her. She also felt something else through her thin dress material. A hard on. She rotated again, a full circle. Victory circle. The idea that the man holding her wanted her, sent her blood boiling and her heart thumping. Ben started rotating his pelvis with her, creating full slow circles. He made sure their bodies wouldn't touch again. Rotate! Rotate! Around., Around. You go girl. She felt in full control of the situation. This was how life should be lived, Alice had it right. Ana pushed herself deeper inside Ben's circle, closing the little gap between them. Ben gasped, let go her hips and crossed his arms across her stomach, hugging her close. She grinded herself against him, amazed at her own courage and emboldened by it. Her ass cheeks enveloped the area around his zipper as they moved together. It felt wicked, it felt terribly wrong, it felt like nothing she had ever experienced before and now would never give up on. "You're amazing." Ben breathed in her ear and Ana grinded herself harder against him. She felt amazing. "You're beautiful." She felt beautiful. "You're sexy." She felt sexy. "I want you." He said. @@@@@@ "Turn, right here. Left. Your other left. Park here near the black BMW." "Relax, Ana." Ben gently caressed Ana's leg, sending her butterflies spinning. Through the entire ride home his left hand was on the wheel and his right was on her leg. It started somewhere in the knee area and slowly made its way up. Outside the Chin Chin club there was a moment of awkwardness when Ben wanted to hit his apartment that was a five minute walk from the club and Ana had to insist they make the forty minutes ride to her villa outside Tel Aviv. The ride home in Ben's ancient Subaru was quiet. Ben didn't try to fill the silence with small talk. He simply put on soft jazz music and smiled whenever Ana gave him directions. She was thankful for his silence as there was so much going on inside her head already. The little housewife, the old Ana, was having a heated argument with the new Ana. From time to time when it looked like the old Ana was winning, she glanced at Ben and chased away the doubts with an almost overwhelming desire. He was good looking in a Keanu Reeves sort of way. Straight nose, intelligent forehead and a mischievous smile that held a promise. He was tall, which was a must as Ana was a six footer and he obviously kept himself in shape. His silent confidence was enticing. His hand on her knee intoxicating. She wanted dearly to do something bold like leaning over and planting a kiss on those smiling lips or even something esoteric like closing her hand on his. But her body was a ton of lead and her hand was nailed to her seat. She felt more vulnerable within the ride home intimacy than at a club full of foreign people. So she sat back and hooked herself to the Sax wooing and to the electricity of the touch. "Where's your house?" "Right there." Ana heard a strange voice that must have been hers. "Wow." Ben smile changed into an honest bewilderment. "That's a big house. Shouldn't we park in the garage? It looks big enough to park a bus." "The garage door is broken." She lied, dodging inconvenient explanation to why there were two cars parking in the garage. She almost jumped out when his car finally stopped. Her street was a quiet cul de sac which housed three kindergartens and only one other house. Her neighbor, Old Mrs. Schwartz, was probably snoring but even the remote possibility that someone she knew would stumble upon them sent a chill down her spine. It took her almost forever to find her gate key and when she finally did Ben grabbed her from behind. He span her around and shoved her body against her cold garden wall. "Wait-" She managed before his mouth covered hers. She felt a moment of utter panic and then his tongue found hers and she forgot about everything. It was delicious, it felt powerful. A man was so hot for her, he couldn't wait the three seconds it took her to open the gate. She had long forgotten how it was to feel so desirable, so sexy, so woman. The kiss ended far sooner than she wanted, leaving her breathless with a deep longing for more. She looked up. Ben's blue eyes sought hers and he was smiling that mischievous smile again. She wanted for him to lunge at her but he didn't. Instead he eased himself, leaning in smelling her neck. "You smell really good, did you know that, Ana?" he whispered in her ear. He brushed his nose and cheek along hers, then pulled back again. Their eyes locked, Ana closed hers and felt his lips touch again, brushing slowly against hers. Her stomach butterflies went amok. They fluttered all around her body, hitting her naval, her breasts and even the area between her legs. Ben reached back behind her and pulled her head back gently. He slowly kissed his way down her neck, giving her playful bites. One by one, madly slow. Ana moaned, it was a primal sound coming from deep within. The finale of her melting fears and inhibitions and the overture for a totally different opera. The voice of Ana the housewife, the old Ana, became a tiny shout in the distance about someone called Dan, but soon even that was drowned by the desire rush that burned her skin. @@@@@@@@ Earlier that evening after laying the kids to bed Dan went back downstairs. He tried to watching TV but couldn't even concentrate on the banal plot of some stupid police show. Time and time again he shot venomous glances at living room pendulum clock. A gift from his father and mother, Dan loved it and insisted on hanging it in the living room despite Ana's opinion which labeled it as a bit tasteless. Its presence was mocking him now, slowing time and taunting him with each monotonous pendulum swing. Loser, loser, loser, loser... At one A.M Dan gave up and went to bed. Ana left it clean, the bed made and the sheets stretched like in a hotel bedroom. The sheets were new shining blue set Ana bought a week ago at a sale. They were smooth to the touch. Since when were they using satin sheets? There was even a vase of daffodils that spread fresh smell of spring, but there was also something missing. The framed picture of their wedding day taken at Nethanya beach at sunset. The picture of Dan in tuxedo holding Ana in a beautiful white wedding dress. Only a dirty square on the wall remained to testify it ever existed. He looked for the heart shaped pillow Ana kept on the bed drawer with the picture of himself and the kids. It was gone too. On the drawer a little box of condoms winked at him. Shock and anger shook him. His own bedroom was not made up for his use, he was not even supposed to be here. Dan tiptoed back, closed the door and run back upstairs, trembling. He lay down in their guest bedroom and tried hard to think of anything else beside the bedroom downstairs and his wife. Sleep didn't take over and every little sound made him jump. When he heard the car engine at two A.M he was scouring the refrigerator for some nerve calming red wine. Was it Alice's car? It didn't sound like her BMW. Maybe Ana came back in a cab, but what does that mean? Was she alone? Trembling he ran to the gate intercom camera screen. From the intercom came a quick clacking of high heels running on the concrete. Next Dan let the breath he was holding out in relief when Ana appeared alone under the small gate lamp. He felt a bitter sting when he saw the dress she was wearing. It probably came out of Alice's closet, and had far too little dress material in too many strategic places. But at least she was alone. He was about to open the gate for her when a dark silhouette appeared suddenly from behind and grabbed her. He shouted in fright, then the tall stranger spun her around and attacked her lips with a passionate kiss. What was even worse was the fact that Ana, his loving, loyal, beautiful, sexy, Ana, was kissing the stranger right back. Dan felt the world spinning for a second and had to sit down on the cold floor. His heart sounded like a heavy motorcycle engine. He took three generous gulps of air, and steadied himself on wobbly feet. The man was getting bolder by the moment. His lips traveled the roads that for so many years belonged to Dan and Dan alone. His lawful wedded wife to hold from this day forward had her arms around another man's neck and she was answering his every touch with a passionate abandon. And now the hand of this stranger traveled beneath her dress and he was obviously going for her breast. And Ana, she didn't slap the foreign hand that was kneading her breast, instead she tilted her head back and moaned. That moan went straight went over the wire and twisted the knife in Dan's gut. He ran upstairs to the guestroom bed and shoved his head under the pillow. @@@@@@ "Nice." Ben said and scanned the bedroom. "It's big." Ana locked the bedroom door behind her and leaned on it, breathing heavily. "Don't you wanna drink? I know I could use one." Ana shook her head. "You don't talk much, do you? I like that." Ben was obviously not too big on words, too. He sat down on the bed. It creaked. "Come here. No, wait I wanna see you in the light." He rose up and placed his hands on her hips. He then proceeded to nibble her neck, drawing again short moans from Ana. His hand travelled to her strap and he gently pulled it to the side, baring one shapely breast. His head went down and his lips closed gently on the nipple. "Oh." Ana breathed hard. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. "Oh." Ben's tongue played with her nipple, circled around the areola. He closed down his lips and sucked gently. His other hand traveled to her butt, circled it then danced under her dress. His fingers skimmed along her undies, which were soaking wet. Her body shuddered when he touched between her legs. His hand went inside her panties and quick fingers caressed her slit. No one has ever touched her like this and she moaned loudly. Encouraged, his fingers played with the lips of her flower, teasing, softly touching, almost in but always staying on the brim. She moaned her frustration and pressed her crotch against the teasing digits. "You're amazing." Ben whispered. "I never wanted anything so much." He pulled his fingers out of her panties and his mouth left her nipple, leaving behind emptiness and a craving for more. Gently he picked up the hem of her dress and pulled it above her head. Ana simply stood there, eyes on the floor like a rebuked schoolgirl. She was shuddering as wave after wave of desire coursed through her. Never in sixteen years of marriage had her body sung such a powerful tune. It was as if Ben's touch opened a valve to something that was kept inside, waiting for the right person to tap into it. Ana was a sexual person, she always knew she was. She just never imagined sex could be so powerful, feel so, well, sexy. "Look at me!" Ben said. Ana raised her head and had to force herself from looking down again. Ben was already out of his clothes and for the first time in sixteen years she gazed on the naked form of a man other than Dan. There was little place for comparison. Dan, like with most things, let his body go over the years. Too many restaurants and too many hours in front of a computer screen. Ben compared was an epitome of health. Ana's green eyes traveled from his powerful chest, down to his flat stomach and the nice six pack that she always appreciated in men. She was aching to touch it and to learn how it would feel naked against her own nakedness. When her eyes reached his crotch, though, she let out a sharp breath and turned her head. "It's ok, you can look." Ben smiled. "We're all friends here." "It's very big." Ana said and regretted it immediately. "I mean..." Ben laughed. He stepped forward, placed his hands on both sides of her head and kissed her again. "I want to feel what it's like inside you." Ana answered his kiss with one of her own. Ben placed his hands on her buttocks and lifted her, drawing a surprised shout from her lips. He let her hang there in his arms, legs not touching the floor. His mouth nibbling her neck. Maybe it was the macho thing Alice was talking about, and Ben was a little show off. After all, Ana was a tall girl, not a petite doll. She felt his naked body tense and calling her, skin against skin. His hard cock head, butting against her lower stomach. "Oh my..." Ana breathed hard and rested her head against his shoulder. He laid her gently on the bed and slowly pulled off her soaked undies. Ana immersed herself in the smooth touch of the satin sheets. She was a toddler in a strange sensual land and wanted to savor everything to its utmost. Ben's smiling face appeared above her and she felt his body pressing against hers, between her legs. He gave her a long kiss, letting his tongue scout her inner mouth for a few seconds before withdrawing. His hard member was pressing lightly against her wet slit and Ana closed her eyes, anticipating, wanting to be penetrated like never before in her life. The lunge didn't come. Ben simply stayed there above her, his hot breath caressing her face. "P...please." Ana moaned. The bulbous head of his cock pressed slightly harder and popped inside her craving love hole. "Oh my god." Ana shouted. After years with the same bed partner, nothing prepared her to the girth of the cock that was wedged between her flower lips. Her hand clenched and unclenched on the bed and her thighs trembled. The rivers of lust were coursing through her body, turning into an Amazonian river. Ben lips sought hers, found what they wanted and his body lunged. Wicked "Ahhhh." Ana scream of pleasure was so loud it wakened the sleeping parakeets on the pecan outside her bedroom. Both gave frightened cries that echoed her own. Ana arched her back. She was a strong girl and her body lifted Ben's into the air. Ben's cock stretched her vagina walls and drilled deep inside her bowels. He was touching nerves never touched before. She felt full to the brim. She felt on the verge of explosion. What came next was a new experience. Nothing of the quiet dignified sex she had with Dan that usually was concluded with soft moans. This was an animalistic mating. Something she always dreamed about but never dreamed she'll realize. Ben pounded her like a machine. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Ana answered each and every penetration, by arching her back and grinding herself against him. Welcoming his body deeper inside her own. Answering every grunt he made with a loud squeal of joy. The friction inside her vagina was something new and intense. She was a ship in a hurricane, climbing on huge waves, each steeper than the next. Knowing the inevitable crush is just around the next wave. She rose on the last surge and wrapped her legs around her bed partner. Ben tried to withdraw for another thrust but there was no escaping. Ana's grip was earned by years of jogging and spinning. Her calves dug so hard in his buttocks that Ben cried in pain. Oblivious, she answered with her own shout as orgasm swept her. Explosion after explosion hit her body, her hands grabbed the sheets and something warm and wet rose, and suddenly the river that was holding against the dam burst out into the air. The man on top of her was good for a few more thrusts and then he too came with a loud sigh. Ana didn't hear him. She lay down on the bed, oblivious, eyes staring at the ceiling, her mind somewhere close to heaven. "Oh god." She let out and then giggled. "Oh my god." When things got a little clearer she looked at Ben and smiled. He was staring at her with a new look, admiration. "That was a first for me." He said. Ana laughed. "Wow. I've never been with someone who can squirt." "What?" Ana gulped a lungful of air. "What are you talking about?" "I mean I heard about it but never... Wow..." "What are you babbling about? Come here." Ana reached for him and forced his head down to hers. She gave him a passionate kiss and laid down again for a breather. "You're amazing." Ben told her. "I feel amazing." She caressed his body with her fingertips. "I never knew I could finish off just by, you know... Usually I need a good twiddling on the man in the boat." Ben shrugged. "How bout that drink, then?" "You've earned it. Beer?" "God yeah." Ana jumped out of bed, full of energy. Her body never felt so good and so complete. She unlocked her bedroom door, ran naked to her kitchen and took out one of Dan's Heineken six-pack. She also piled a pagoda of vanilla inside a small saucer and poured some chocolate syrup on top because she felt like it. She grabbed the saucer in her free hand and ran back into the bedroom, jumped high and landed on the bed her legs at each side of her lover. Ben cringed, arms protecting his body. The bed moaned its protest. Ana laughed and sat down on his stomach. "Get off, you crazy woman... Can't breathe." "Daddy, take me to the jumping castles house." She sang a local commercial song and jumped up and down like a little girl. Ben laughed between attempts to draw oxygen. Ana placed the cold beer behind her back on Ben's family jewels. He opened his mouth to shout and she closed it with a passionate kiss. She opened a beer and allowed him a sip. Some of it spilled on his chin and Ana licked it. "My god, you're..." "Hungry. I'm hungry." Her hand searched the little tea-spoon that fell from the ice-cream saucer while she was playing jumping ball on Ben's stomach. She found it wedged under his ass and started digging in the vanilla. "Uh." Ben opened a big mouth like a fledgling calling on his mom. "Mine. All mine." Ana said. She teased him with the spoon a couple of times, almost placing it inside his mouth and then withdrawing in the last second and licking the spoon clean. Finally she fed him the two last spoons and licked the remains off his lips. "What on earth are you doing back there?" She turned her head. Ben was trying to open a condom with one hand. Ana eyes opened wide, his soldier stood at full attention. "Are you kidding me?" she said. "What?" "I thought guys needed a few hours before, you know..." She stared amazed at the rigid organ that was swelling even as she looked. "I'm twenty eight, not dead yet. Look, if you're exhausted-" "No, no, no." Ana said all too quickly. "Just teasing you. Let me give you a hand." She ripped the condom package with her teeth, took off the old wet condom and rolled the new one on Ben's cock. She was proud she remembered how to, last time she rolled a rubber was eighteen years ago. She used pills and nowadays intrauterine. Sex then cuddle, was her husband's motto. She knew alternatives existed out there, but always felt that stories about people doing the horizontal bop all night long were in the category of Red Riding Hood. The thought that she was going for a rerun of tonight's experience woke her butterflies again. "Don't you wanna change sheets or something. It's a bit moist here." Ana looked down amazed. There was indeed a huge wet stain on the bed beneath Ben's ass. Oh my god, did I do this? She thought. Her butt rose and she grabbed onto Ben's cock with her left. She positioned it at the gate of her flower and played with it. Rubbing it along her lower lips and against her clit. "You want daddy to take you to the jumping castles home, again?" Ben smiled. Ana skewered herself on his cock and forced her bottom down. "Daddy, take me to the jumping- ohhhhh." She moaned loudly when the "full to the brim" feeling or rather filling, hit her again. She looked down to where her red pubic hair was tangled with her partner's black curls. Her vagina was stretched like a rubber glove, hugging the big cock in a tight loving grip. She touched it at the point where it entered her body amazed by its girth. Ben rose on his elbows, pushed her a little back and sat down. "Daddy will give his little good girl what she deserves." He hugged her and attacked her nipple. "Oh my god." Ana moaned. @@@@@@ In the guest-room upstairs, no amount of shoving his head under the pillows could muffle Ben's wife shouts of pleasure. His Ana. His faithful wife. A respectful lawyer, a role model housewife and a perfect loving mother was screaming like a porn star in an overacted scene. Thank god their only neighbor was half deaf eighty years old. Each shout felt like a stab of a knife. He felt like throwing up. He wanted to go down and scream his rage at her. He wanted to jump off the window on his head in order to silence her shouts. Dan went out to check the kids. Both were sleeping like little angels, Tom could sleep through a circus parade and Liana wouldn't wake even if the circus elephants would step on her. He closed his eyes and begged her to stop. He pushed his fingers deep in his ears. That seemed to do the trick. He waited a very long time like that, at least to him it felt like hours. Dan pulled his fingers out and sighed in release. The house was finally quiet. He craned his neck, tense and ready. Nothing. Maybe the bastard already left? What time was it? Slowly he tiptoed down the stairs. The first floor was completely dark but for a little light coming from the kitchen. Ana's head was in the refrigerator, her cute naked butt turned his way. Ana, who never felt comfortable in a bikini and never paraded around the house with less than a sleeping gown. She had red sweaty stains on her shins and back like she just ran a marathon. She must have found what she was looking for because she stood up and ran on her gazelle legs back to the bedroom. She didn't notice her husband on the dark stairways. Dan climbed a few steps, then went back down again. He tiptoed slowly to their bedroom. Their bedroom? He wasn't quite sure what did those two words meant right now. The door was slightly ajar as Ana forgot to lock it. There was light in the room and sounds of conversation, a man laughed. Dan thought his heart would burst. A foreign man was in the bed with his wife. Mocking him? Through the door he could see their bedroom mirror facing the bed and in it Ana's naked back. He couldn't see the man she was with but it was obvious Ana was sitting on him. This is what he signed for, what was he expecting? What would happen if he would charge screaming into the bedroom? Nothing. He'd make a fool of himself. Humiliate himself in front of a total stranger. Ana wasn't doing anything she didn't say she would. He might have convinced himself that she would never dare to realize the open part of their marriage, but reality has a tendency to wash away self-delusions. Ana went at it the same way she did everything in her life. With methodical planning and unrelenting determination. The new sheets, the condoms, the daffodils, their wedding picture and Alice's dress, definitely not a spontaneous whim. The fact that she didn't say anything all week was not because she wasn't sure she'd follow through or because she decided on the spur of the moment. She simply didn't want to let him have time to digest, to regret and maybe talk her out of it. This was the woman who breastfed her kids for two years each. This was the woman who ran seven miles every day. What was he thinking? Once her mind was set, she became a bulldozer. From inside the room came a sharp cry of pleasure. Oh my god, they were going at it again. In the mirror Ana's bare back bounced up and down then she leaned forward and Dan could hear her lips kissing the guy passionately. "You're so fucking delicious." Dan heard his wife say though he wasn't sure it was his wife, because Ana rarely used the F word so casually. "I want to do it proper this time." "I thought it was more than proper the first time around." The guy said. "This time I want it slow and sweaty. And when I say slow, I mean want to see the sun coming up when we finish." Dan covered his ears and ran back upstairs. @@@@@@ "Oh god." Ana moaned into her pillow. She was taking her first time ever doggie style pounding and loving every second of it. The different angle of the penetration touched her in new and exciting way. She placed her hands on the bed frame and pushed her bottom forcefully against the penetrating cock. The bed Dan made croaked like an old man. Each thrust twisted its crooked frame tilting it forward to be stopped only by their bedroom wall. The steady bump, bump, bump, only added to the bedroom cacophony. "Fuck. Oh. Fuck." She screamed. Dan has never given her such an intense experience. Actually Ben should give Dan lessons, or more probably a full semester. When she signed the contract she thought that if she could find a good lover that will satisfy her once every month it would be enough. But now, she was already planning her next moves for the following weeks. She wouldn't wait that long. Never again. If she'll want it she'll take it. The world at the palm of her hand. "Oh god." She screamed and pushed harder. "This is soooo good." The man behind her was finally tiring. The slapping of his muscled stomach on her buttocks fell down with lesser force and slower frequency. She compensated by pushing herself harder against him. Bump, bump, bump. The bed sang as it hit the wall. "Oh god, ogod, ogod, ogod." Ana shouted each time Ben's sack of balls slapped her stomach. Ben was in trouble behind her, he was struggling. Juggling between breathing and pounding her at the same time but he was obviously losing the battle. After several minutes of heroic effort he withdrew and laid down on his back. "Hey!!!." Ana shouted. "Where did you go?" Ben signaled her for a time out, "Come on." "Baby, I'm only human. Four times in---" He gulped some air before continuing. "In a row." Ana laughed and kissed him. "I know, I'm sorry. This is a bit new for me and I'm excited." "No kidding." She kissed his lips again and turned it into a love bite. "Ouch." "I think we can squeeze a fifth." @@@@@@@@ Upstairs Dan tried to force time to run faster. He couldn't sleep while Ana still shouted below, so he watched some funny YouTube bloopers then played some mafia wars online. An hour must have passed and his wife was still very much active and vocal. He surfed the internet looking at open marriage sites. He marked it in the favorites section three weeks ago. There were lots of people online on the site, mostly men. He called himself -- confusedinIsrael and was pretty much a passive observer until now, but that was about to change. He entered the chart room and started clicking. "I'm a thirty eight years old happily married + 2 kids living in Israel. Three weeks ago I agreed to open my marriage. Right now my wife is downstairs in the bedroom with some guy half my age. I thought I'd be open minded about this but the only thing I want right now is to grab an axe and chop him & her or myself to tiny bits. Please, help." "Go for it, man." Said SleepyInSeatle. "She is being a selfish *****. Divorce her." Said Chaos77. "Go down and join the fun. MMF rules." Said Mr. Spock. "Free Palestine you mo*****." Said ProudHangedArab "You can make tons of money on the internet. I was surprised too...." Said a non spam really real user. So much for the wisdom of internet strangers. Dan sighed and rested his head on the keyboard. Exhaustion took him and he closed his eyes to the lullaby of the pleasure screams coming from downstairs. His dreams weren't an escape, though. They were full with the images of his naked wife, riding faceless strangers. @@@@@@@@ "Oh yesss... Oh Ben... Oh god" Ana rode her lover like a cowboy. So many hours of spinning and jogging finally seemed worthwhile. Ben was on his back, trying to match her fast rhythm with little success. She rose on powerful muscles that once ran a 26 miles marathon in two hours forty five minutes. Her ass climbed to the point where Ben's cock almost slipped her vagina and then she skewered herself, pushing down with force, until she felt her lover etched deep inside her inner walls. Up and down, up and down. Each time she rose she felt the waves of ecstasy climbing higher. Each time she pushed herself down, friction drew moans of pleasure from her throat. This beats gym a million times over. She was high on energy and raw power. All those wasted years. She always loved Alice stories about her physical adventures but now she realized she never really understood them. She was in a new world full of possibilities. She'd travel this road far and wide and she would taste everything it had to offer. She gave herself a solemn oath, never again to allow anyone to deny her what was her right. At thirty eight Ana felt as shining and new as the day she came out of her mother's womb. Up and down, up and down. Her old bed croaked beneath her the death throes of a dying man. The bed Dan made her finally succumbed to the laws of physics. There was a loud crack and the entire frame collapsed onto itself with both lovers on top. Ana spread her arms like a bird and started singing as orgasm hit her again. Outside her windows the parakeets answered with their own song, greeting the rising morning sun. To be continued... Wicked Adventures In The Buff I couldn't resist when I saw the post on Lit that a 'Nude Day' contest was on. "Damn, that's right up my alley," I thought to myself. I love to write almost as much as I love being naked. I am a big fan of doing mundane tasks in the buff to entertain myself. Perfect match! I took a vacation day from work one Friday, took the dog to 'doggie daycare' and took the kids to school. As I was dropping them off my mind was racing thinking of all the possibilities that today had. I think I slowed my truck down in front of the school only enough to shove the kids out the door. I was very anxious and looking forward to my day of perversions. After dropping them off I raced back across town, put my key in the dead bolt of my front door unlocking it, stepped inside and promptly stripped to my birthday suit, leaving my clothes in a heap in the entryway. "Free at last," I said loudly, "Let the games begin!" I had a few calls to make so I thought it might be a fun time to do it. I went to my home office, sat in my leather high-back executive chair and put my feet up on the desk far enough to spread myself very open. I dialed the landline phone company from my cell. "Press one for English," almost ruined the mood as I live in the USA, but I started touching my naked tits while on hold waiting for a phone company representative and it made me feel better. My nipples got very hard very quickly. I started to feel a bit moist 'down there' just knowing I was doing something I shouldn't be. "Representative number 1059 can I have your account number please?" the voice on the other end of the phone said as my hands moved from my tits to explore the rest of my body. What the hell was my account number? I couldn't think of it for the life of me. Who the hell knows that anyway? Crap, this voice on the other end was not going to ruin my fun. "I, oohh. Don't have that information," I stammered as I put two of my fingers in my pussy and wiggled them around vigorously. As soon as I entered myself I was almost ready to cum. "Name, address, bust size, last show you watched on TV, the last four of your social, the height of the ceilings in your living room, your age when you lost your virginity, the number of languages you speak, and the size of your man's cock please." The monotone robot representative spit out. "aaaaawwwwwhhhh............. maybe I should call you back later," I let out breathlessly as I came into the ear of the unsuspecting poor phone company worker and hung up the phone. Well with my first orgasm under my belt, no pun intended, I made a new game within my game. Lets see how many times I can cum today and how many people I can shock without getting arrested. I left my fingers in my pussy and dialed the plumber. "Ace Plumbing, may I help you," the female voice answered. "I have a, oooohhhh, clogged drain," I said trying to sound like an intelligent person that was not playing with herself. "Do you think you can get someone out today?" I tried to recover, my digits still jerking me off from the inside. "No Ma'am, I don't think we can. It will probably be Monday." She told me. I put my cell on speaker and laid it on the desk, freeing up my hand to pleasure my throbbing clit. Just touching it almost sent me into spasms. "I..I.. really need to get this drain fixed. We can't use the bathroom sink. Ooohh...But I guess Monday will do," I said as I started grinding against my own hands. I was fucking myself harder than I ever had before. My fingers slammed in and out of my soaking wet snatch as I slid another finger in too. My other hand about rubbing the skin off my clit. I was trying to hold on as I gave her my name, address and other contact info. Now that she knew who I was I probably shouldn't cum in her ear. "I think I have all I need. We will call you at work when our guy is on his way so you can meet him at your house." She said. I didn't think she was ever going to shut up or how much longer I could fight back the urge to burst out a flood of cum. "Oooohhhh KKKK, thanks," I barely got out. "Have a good day and we will see you Monday," she chattered. "Uuu ,ooooohhhh, ttooo," I stuttered. As soon as I heard the click of her hanging up the damn broke. "AAAAAAWWWWWW GGGAAAWWWDDD YYYEEEESSSS," I yelled, as my fingers got soaked as my juices leaked out past them. I didn't relent though. I continued my furious fucking until I was on the verge again. "OOOOHHHHH AAAAWWWW UUUUMMM," I cried out while writhing around in my chair as I brought my self to another big orgasm. I figured I had better stop or I'd end up fucking myself in my office all day long. I reluctantly took my fingers out and off of my drenched box. I looked at my fingers glistening with my juices. "I wonder what I taste like," I said out loud to myself. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked all of me off them. Damn, I am pretty tasty. I sat back in my chair and took a moment to catch my breath. Three good orgasms so far. Not too bad. The best part being that I hadn't asked permission for any of them. I knew I was going to be punished later for that. I smiled to myself thinking about the torments I would have to endure for my lack of respect. Speaking of him, I decided I needed to see the man attached to my favorite cock. Taking him lunch, naked, seemed like a fun thing to do for the both of us. I knew he had packed his lunch and even though he knew about the contest, he didn't know that today was the day I was doing it. I went to the garage, got into my SUV, sat in the drivers seat and put my little silver vibrating egg in my pussy. It has a cord attached to it with a hand held on/off button at the end. It is small, but powerful. I left it off for now and backed the truck out. It was really, really weird doing this naked. I am so glad my windows are tinted with limo tint. Illegal in most states, but my state still lets it fly. Of course the little old lady from across the street was out walking her dog like she does eight hundred times everyday. She waved to me and smiled. Uncomfortable, I faked my best smile and wave and realized it was official; I was filing for moral bankruptcy tomorrow! I drove naked to the local fast food joint and ordered him a couple of cheeseburgers with just pickles, an order of fries, and a chocolate shake. He didn't like to eat this crap that often, but I was pretty sure he would excuse that when I showed up in the buff. "That will be five dollars and thirty two cents," the muffled voice came out of the drive thru speaker. I pulled forward about six feet and waited and waited and waited. There must have been 15 cars ahead of me between the double lanes. So much for FAST food. "Wait, why am I bitching?" I thought. "This is an opportunity!" I flipped the "egg" on and started to rub my clit and hood piercing. I laid my head back on the headrest and showed myself a good time right there in the drive thru lane. The closer I got to the window the closer I got to cumming. I am pretty sure the woman in the car in front of me knew something was going on. She kept looking in her rearview mirror at me. It was her turn at the window when I let loose. I watched her watching me as I came hard in my seat. I was trying not to make it too obvious, but the smile that came to her face made me know she wished she were in my shoes. Oh, wait, I wasn't wearing any shoes. Well you get the idea. "Number four," I thought to myself and smiled. I turned the egg off for now and pulled up to the window. I got there and saw the geeky college aged kid working the drive thru wearing those ridiculous headphones and all. I couldn't help myself; I was feeling pretty sexy and brave at this point so I rolled my window down just a little too much. Or just enough, depending on how you look at it, to give him a sneak peek at my pierced tits. His mouth dropped open and his beady little eyes grew huge behind his coke bottle glasses. By the look on his face I was pretty sure his eyes weren't the only thing he had that was growing. I rolled the window up just a little and took away his peep show. Remember, I am trying to NOT get arrested. I gave him the exact change and he handed me my bag and shake. He didn't say a word. I am not sure he could speak at the moment. I think the geek's palms may have been sweating too, as the fold on the bag was damp. Gross! I drove to the job site and spotted him working, hanging off the house about 35 feet up. I looked at him and was amazed that he did this for a living. It was really fucking hot to see him so comfortable in the danger of the work that he does. He had no idea I was there; he thought I was at work. I grabbed my cell to text him. BROT LUNCH. LOOK DOWN. NAKED IN TRUCK. I saw him read the text and look down to spot my truck. He climbed down the ladder, walked across the lawn and got in the passenger door of my truck. "What are your doing?" he giggled as he got in and saw me naked in the driver's seat with a cord snaking out of my box. "Naked day baby,' I said smiling. "I brought you lunch." "Your too much," He said with a big laugh as he took off his tool belt and set it at his feet. "Drive down to the end of the block and park. The new construction stops there, it is a dead end." "Alright," I thought, "A nooner." I couldn't get to the end of the block fast enough. While I was driving he reached his big hand between my legs, inserted one finger to touch the egg in me and ran it around just inside my fuck hole. "Pretty wet. How many times have you cum already?" he questioned. "Four," I replied sheepishly. "Put both hands on the steering wheel. 10 and 12," he said as soon as I got there and put the truck in park. He reached in his tool belt and grabbed out a couple of zip ties. I watched as he zip tied both of my hands to the steering wheel. Then he turned the 'egg' on high and put the part of it with the on/off button in the consol next to me and shut the lid. I was naked in the driver's seat bound to the wheel of my own truck in the middle of the day with a vibrating egg stuffed up me. Cool! I couldn't wait to see what torment he was going to inflict upon me in my current predicament. "I will eat on the run", he said grabbing the bag and shake. "I have to go buy nails." "WHAT?" I demanded in disbelief. He smiled an evil smile as he opened the door and picked up his tool belt and got out. "Thanks for lunch," he said laughing so hard he started coughing. He winked at me, grabbed my keys out of the ignition, locked the doors and walked back to the job site. "FUCKER!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. What the fuck was wrong with him? Ass! I was very pissed. I tried for a long time to wriggle around and free my hands. Not a chance in hell I could get them loose. I did realize that I could get my foot up far enough that I could honk the horn. Someone was bound to come if I honked long enough. But then how the fuck was I going to explain this? Still trying to not get arrested. "Ooooooooohhhhh," in all my wriggling it suddenly occurred to me that the egg in me felt good, but when I moved around it felt great. I started grinding in my seat, shifting the vibrations in me as I did. My gash became wetter and wetter the more I moved. Pretty soon I was almost violently humping my seat. The harder and faster I moved brought me one step closer to soaking the interior of my truck. I squeezed my legs together to make my pussy-piercing hit my clit, ground my ass into my seat and swiveled my hips so hard the truck was rocking with me. "Ohooo Ggggaaaawwwddd," I felt the explosion come on fast and strong. I kept up my movements until I thought I was going to hurt myself. I slowed down to a slow grind and felt another wave coming. "uuuuummmmmm," I moaned as I came again. I really wished that my hands were free so I could grab my tits. The girls were begging for attention. I wanted to stop grinding but I just couldn't. My body wouldn't let me. It felt too good. The vibrations in me constant and working their magic, sending me to another place. I came way too many times to count. They just kept building and blasting me. I was so wet my seat was soaked with my forced juices, my naked body glistening with sweat, my wrist almost bleeding from the involuntary pulling against my binds my thrashing around was causing and worse yet, I was slobbering on myself. I thought I was going to pass out or lose my mind just as I heard him unlock the door with the remote fob. "How you doing in here?" he said with the smile of a cat that just ate the bird as he opened the passenger side door. "Oh, please make it stop baby," I begged helplessly. He opened the consol and hit the off button to stop the vibrating torment. I sank back into my seat and sat still for the first time in almost an hour. My brains felt like scrambled eggs. Kind of like that commercial "this is your brain on drugs." Well this was my brain on multiple, multiple forced orgasms. He grabbed the knife off his belt and cut the zip ties to free my hands. Normally seeing him with a knife next to my skin would turn me on big time, but I was just too spent to care. "Still think I am a fucker?' he said with a smile, obviously very proud of himself. "Yes baby I do," I told him as I tried to catch my breath and manage a smile. "But you're my fucker." "I hate to, but I have to get back to work," he said as he leaned in and kissed me. "Are you going to be ok?" "Oh yeah, this is going to be some story," I said regaining my composure. He shook his head, put the keys in the ignition, turned the truck over, and handed me a bottle of water. "Drink this and cool off in the A/C. I will see you later." He said, kissing me good-bye before he got out of my truck. "By the way, I have plenty of nails. I sat down the street on the porch of a new house and ate the lunch you brought me and watched you the whole time. Very sexy!" "Fucker," I said blushing and smiled big at him. Damn, that man is fun! Nice ass too, I noticed as I watched him walk away. After downing the water, I had a lot of fluids to replace; I put my seatbelt back on and drove off. It is really an odd feeling wearing your seatbelt naked. To feel so free by being naked but yet secured by this belt. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open to drive home. Today had far exceeded my expectations so far, and it was only just barely after lunchtime. "Lunch," I thought. "I completely forgot to eat today." Almost as if on cue, my stomach began to growl viscously. I still had a stop or two I wanted to make though. My truck was filthy and I thought it best to get it washed. Not to mention it could be another good time. Although, I did not know if my body could take anymore good times today. I pulled into the full service car wash and waited in a long line of cars. Apparently everyone had the same idea as me on this beautiful, sunny day. Well, ok, maybe not the EXACT same idea. Finally I reached the attendant and cracked the window just enough for him to see my face. "Full service today, Miss?" he said looking at his clipboard. "No, just the exterior wash please," I responded. "Can I stay in my truck?" "Sure. That will be five dollars and fifty cents," He said in an automated voice as he chalked my window with that car wash worker top-secret code. "When you get into the tracks keep your vehicle on and put it in neutral. Someone will guide you once you enter the building. Have a good day." He added. I paid him, rolled up my window and drove in the building containing the wash. The attendant working in there guided me towards the tracks that would take me through the forest of brushes, scrubbers, water and soap. I put the truck in neutral as instructed and felt my truck being guided. I flipped the egg on once again and undid my seatbelt. I got out of my seat and straddled the gearshift, hovering just above it. Just as my truck disappeared into the water park I lowered myself quickly on the gearshift. It was quite large but I was so lubed up from a morning of cumming I probably could have put a Buick up there. Hope it shrinks back! Just as I heard the first high-powered blast of water I felt the egg being forced deep inside of me by the gearshift. The vibrations pleasuring me in a new spot made me need to fuck. Now! I grabbed the dashboard with both hands and rode the gearshift hard, shoving the vibrations deeper and deeper with every violent thrust. The sounds of the machines whirling and the water beating down simulated fucking in a thunderstorm. It wasn't going to take long to cum. I let go of the dash and grabbed both of my pierced tits firmly, squeezing them and manipulated my metal. "Oh, God, uuuummmm uuuunnnnn," I groaned in wicked pleasure. I slammed my pussy as hard as I could on the shifter. I felt like an animal with a primal urge to mate. I was going to come right here, right now. The build was huge and I knew it was going to be phenomenal. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYEEEESSS," I screamed and called his name out just as I started to see sunlight and my truck began to emerge from the tunnel of the wash to the drying area. Quickly I got off the gearshift and sat back in my seat panting hard. I didn't want the employees that hand dry your vehicle to see me through the windshield naked, fucking truck parts. I was in the home stretch and hadn't been arrested yet. While they dried off the truck I left the egg on and ever so slowly tugged at the cord to release it from captivity. It vibrated gradually out of me over every now very sensitive nerve. I felt a mini orgasm building. "uuuuuuuuummmmmm," I moaned as the egg was released from my vulva with a pop and I came light and sweet. A stream of juices that had been trapped followed the egg, spilling out onto my seat. I sat there for a minute or two as they finished drying my truck. I don't think this day could have been more perfect. I had big fun. Any more play may be pushing my luck. I had gotten away with so much already. I heard two taps on the driver's window. It startled me so much I about peed myself. I looked to see a twenty-something guy standing there. Crap. Just when I was deciding to be good. Oh, screw it. I started to roll down my window. "All done, Ma'am. Does it meet your .......," he stopped dead in his tracks as he got a look at me naked in the seat. I put a couple of bucks in his palm for a tip, smiled and drove off without saying a word. He was still standing there speechless with wadded up ones in his hand as I drove out, I noticed in my side mirror. Apparently the way to get people to shut the fuck up is to be naked when they least expect it. Remember that the next time you want some peace and quiet, or just want a piece I mused to myself. I was both saddened and relieved as my garage door went down. Safe at home, but the day was almost over now. I got out and looked at my seat. A huge wet spot had accumulated. The gearshift looked like someone had rubbed glazed donuts all over it. Note to self: clean interior of truck tonight. I was determined to remain naked. I went up to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich and grabbed a yogurt and water from the fridge. I took my lunch out the back sliding glass door to my privacy fence lined backyard. I sat down at the patio table and opened the umbrella to shield me from the sun as I ate. I loved sitting in my backyard. The flowers that lined the fence were just starting to bloom. This was one of my favorite times of the year. I felt so peaceful there, naked, looking at natures beauty and finally taking time to eat. What a ride this day had been. I sat there for a long time after I had finished eating just thinking and enjoying my memories of the day and got lost in myself. Wicked Adventures In The Buff "Get on the table with your back facing the umbrella pole," A low, very familiar voice commanded. Startled, I jumped and turned to see him standing there with his bag of tricks. Oh, shit! Immediately and without question, I complied climbing on the tabletop. "Hands behind your back," he growled as he reached in his bag and grabbed out ropes and promptly tied my hands together and then to a rope connected to the pole. "Legs over the corners," he growled again and tied my ankles to the legs of the table opening me up to expose my pussy fully and hang it over the edge. He grabbed the crop and lightly ran it over my now hard nipples lightly. I love the crop probably the most of all of our toys and he knew it. "How many times did you come without my permission today?" He commanded still stroking me with the crop. "Five," I said meekly. CRACK! To my nipple. "Speak up, I can't hear you," he bellowed. "FIVE," I said loudly. "How many times are you suppose to get off without my permission," he questioned. "NONE," I replied just as loudly as before to make sure he heard me. "Your punishment will be five hard licks of this crop to each tit and then five to your pussy, one for each blatant disregard for respect. There will be no use of your safe word as you are in clear violations of my rules. You will take your punishment, you will like it and you will count, out loud, each time the crop bites you. If you fail to count or do not do it loudly enough, I will start all over. Do you understand?" his harsh tone made my eyes tear up at first. But when I looked up and saw the twinkle in his eyes I knew he was working his role. "Yes Sir," I said climbing into my role. He wasted no time with the whipping. Starting on my right breast first. CRACK! "ONE," I said as I recoiled a bit. CRACK! "TWO," I stammered, wincing. He was going for marks right off the bat. Occasionally stroking me with the crop, but not as much as usual. After the third one I started to get wet and accustomed to the pain and was anxiously awaiting the next crack. He sensed this and made it sting harder making me hotter and hotter. After I had made it through both tits he stuck the leather square of the crop in my pussy. It felt so good to have something in there again. "Oooohhhh," I groaned as he wiggled it around briefly and pulled it out. It was wet with my cream. "Maybe I better step it up, your enjoying this too much," he said knowing full well stepping it up would make me enjoy it more. CRACK! It hit squarely on my inflated clit. "SHIT, ONE, OOOWW!" I cried out. That fucking hurt. But it also made me want more. CRACK! To my begging fuck hole. "TWO, AAAWWW," I shrieked. By the time he got to five I was leaking and on the verge of cumming. He dropped the crop and took his big, hard cock out of his pants and immediately stuck it in my seared, hurting fuck hole. He leaned in and kissed me hard as his cock searched for the deepest point in me it could. It hurt so bad from the whipping still, yet when he entered me an insanely intense feeling of pleasure stirred inside me. I wanted to cum at just the feeling of him invading me. "Permission to cum, please," I panted out. "Granted. Come all over my cock," he panted back as his body tightened. He fucked me hard and fast while kissing me the whole time. He grabbed my hips forcefully and pounded my pussy with such force and depth I felt like he may penetrate a major organ. When we came together it was like being shot out of a rocket. He kept up the savage fucking pace and kept kissing me until neither of us could take it any longer. He slowed down gradually before coming to a stop but remained inside me. "I hope that wasn't to harsh." He said, kissing me on the forehead. "I just wanted to give you something special to finish your day." "No baby, that was perfect. Thank you." I said smiling at him in my afterglow. "Anyway, I deserved it," I said and gave him a wink. He slid out of me and undid my binds. "Why are you off so early anyway?' I asked, stretching out my limbs. " I couldn't get you and your naked day out of my head so I guess I worked a little harder to get finished", he shrugged. "Where is everyone?" "The dog is boarding for the night and the kids are going to a friend's house after school and spending the night." I surprised him. "Well then, why don't we throw a couple of steaks on the grill, open a few cold beers and spend the rest of the night with us both naked?" he asked in his low, sexy voice as he put his big arms around me pulling me close to him. "Now THAT sounds like the perfect way to end the perfect day," I almost squealed with excitement as I rested my head on his strong chest. I said it before and I will say it again. Damn, this man is fun! Wicked Angel © 2015 by SC Edward. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means; electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of author. The characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Please be advised that this tale includes detailed sexual situations, lack of condom use, profanity, and is not suited for readers under the age of 18. Intended for mature audiences only. Disclaimer The opinions, as well as the social and economic observations related in this story are simply my own. In no way do I mean to impose my ethical standing, or morals upon anyone. This is merely a work of fiction, and is intended for your enjoyment. Be aware that this story contains light themes of submission, and domination. ***** Wicked Angel Chapter One Jace rolled over, and looked to Siu's side of the mattress. His girlfriend sat up at the edge of the king sized bed, with her slender back turned to him. She was indifferent as usual; texting either one of her girlfriends, or possibly a lover from her phone. He had his suspicions, but no solid evidence to prove it. Still, as she twirled the long, black, strands of sleek hair round her index finger, he knew that something was up. He could read it in her body language. This had always been her usual way of expressing a more flirtatious nature. She suddenly looked back at him, probably realizing her aloofness, and smiled sweetly as if no one else held her heart. His own heart ached, because there was no love for him behind that smile. But resilient against his own fears, he forced a smile in return. They had been together for almost two years, and she was the daughter of his father's business associate and friend, Andrew Sato. The two met at a private party, where the top honchos of the Japanese and American cosmetic industries gathered every few months to mingle. Jace had never taken a liking to these mixers, but for the sake of appearances, he had shown up in support of his father. He had been smitten with her at first sight. After all, she was a swan-like beauty. Half Japanese and half Chinese, she was a petite thing with beautiful almond eyes, and flawless snow-white skin. Her poise was graceful as she garnered many admirers at the party, but somehow he alone found favor with her after being introduced. She had been lovely to him back then; attentive and engaging, and he had thought that she would never betray him, or cause him to distrust her. In retrospect, maybe he had put too much faith in that notion. "How was your day babe?" her voice sang sweetly as she mounted their shared mattress, and moved closer to him. "It was good. Lily and I have that big presentation tomorrow." he answered, referring to his colleague of whom he had also been receiving text messages. He had good reason of course. Being one of his most loyal associates, and the Project Manager at his father's company, she was the best at calming him. For that, he gave her the attention that was reserved only for the select few whom he trusted. He wanted to trust Siu, but he was aware that things had changed between them. Who, or what was to blame had become somewhat of an enigma for him, so he drowned himself in work; in turn putting off his fears. "Oh yeah?" Siu asked, and leaned in. "Is that who you've been texting?" Before he could answer, her elven face came closer, and with pink puckered lips she kissed him quickly, but softly on the mouth. She withdrew as quickly as she had drawn in, and felt no tenderness in the kiss. Such was the degree of her affection as of late. "Yes it is." he answered, even though he wanted to bring focus to what troubled him. He wanted to know why she had grown distant, and barely displayed any warmth towards him. But he feared the truth, and what that truth would say about him as a man. He tried not to think about it. He could put it off until after his presentation was over. "Do you think your father will approve this new idea?" she asked. "I'm not sure. But I'll find out soon enough." Jace sighed. "No offense, but I think you should stick to the old plan. I mean, what if it doesn't work out?" "I have faith in Lily." he said solemnly. Siu wrinkled her nose at him disapprovingly, then sighed, "Well...alright. Just looking out for you." "I'll be fine." he muttered; not liking her reaction, but not saying a thing about it either. Just then his phone buzzed, and he looked down at Lily's latest reply. They had been at it for the past twenty minutes, and most of the conversation consisted of his friend assuring him that everything would go well. In the corporate world, she always had his back. Their new pitch was something that they both believed in. However, he was sure that both his brother and father would probably chew him a new one for introducing anything that departed from their traditional practices. "Don't worry Jace. We've got this!" Lily's text read. "If things don't go well, dinner and drinks are on me!" He smiled at this. Her presence always put his anxiety to rest, and had she not been a part of his team, he might have had a nervous breakdown years ago. He texted her a quick goodnight, and also accepted her invitation. Were things to go wrong, he would definitely need more than a few drinks. Siu turned over against her pillow, and his attention was brought back to her. He thought of how much he missed her touch, the softness of her white thighs, and the way they used to make love. Sudden impulses begged him to forgive her indifference, and maybe ignore his suspicions for the time being. She turned the lamp off on her side of the bed, and Jace mimicked her actions by doing the same on his end. She flung the thin light blue sheets over her body, and Jace shifted towards her. He nuzzled against her delicate, long, neck and his fingers slid upwards, past her shoulders, until they found the small curve of her breast. He cupped the tiny globe, and squeezed gently. "Mmm...not tonight sweetie. I gotta be up early, and I'm beat." she groaned. He never heeded her words. Instead he pressed his aching groin against her soft buttocks, so that she could feel his growing need for her. "It's been a long time baby." he whispered in her ear. His fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of her ivory negligee, and caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He pinched the pink bud gently and licked the nape of her neck, hoping to arouse her; hoping to fix this evident gap between them. She cooed softly as he continued to pluck at the erect nipple, but she brushed his hand away, ever so gently. "Come on babe. I need you." he whispered, trailing his fingers across her chest to the unattended breast. Once there, he groped the tiny swell, and flicked his finger against the rosy areola. Her nipple immediately grew taut against his finger. His need was urgent, and if there was one thing that could reinforce him for the upcoming meeting, it would be the feel of Siu's naked body beneath his. But she sighed; irritated by his advances, and her elbow forced his arm away. "I don't feel like it!" she said more sternly, never once turning to look his way. "Alright Siu, what's going on?" he responded; agitated by her cruel and icy tone. Now he had lost all interest in touching her at all. "What do you mean?" she asked, finally looking back at him. "You don't want me to touch you, we barely talk anymore, and you're so distant lately. What the hell is wrong with you?" "Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired, that's all. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. With my new position at my father's firm, everything's been stressful." "Look at me Siu." he demanded. She turned around to face him, and even in the darkness, he could tell that there was more to this than business and stress. "You can talk to me." he said softly, and stroked her cheek. "Maybe I can talk to my dad or something; find an assistant to help you out?" "I'm fine sweetie." she said, and kissed his lips once more. "I just need some sleep. We can have a little fun tomorrow." "I want you right now baby." he repeated, only to watch her turn over, and ignore his words. If she truly cared for him, she wouldn't have acted this way, and it burned him to admit it. Both angered and hurt by this rejection, he scoffed at her and recoiled from her body. He would leave her alone for now. Tomorrow was a big day for him, and he didn't need her anger when he was due to face a panel of stone faced executives. Before falling asleep, he caught the last message that Lily had sent to him. It read, 'You're better than you know J. Regardless of what happens tomorrow, you have my complete respect for taking a chance on this one. You're a king among the corporate thugs, but don't tell Daddy Whore-bucks I said so! I'm really proud of you! Nite :)' He managed a tiny smile, and for the moment took comfort in the fact that at least Lily believed in him. She was the ultimate sidekick. With her smarts and encouragements, he would be fine. Jace walked out of the elevator, and onto the 65th floor of his father's high rise tower. He was dressed to kill, if he did say so himself, and he caught his reflection against the polished metal walls, as he moved through the corridors. He had chosen a black Giorgio Armani suit; custom made to fit his frame, with a silk ultramarine tie to finish the ensemble. He was very privy to how colors were perceived in the business world. He chose the dignified shade, hoping to illuminate his honesty, and deep concern for their future ventures. However, his wardrobe usually did little to enhance his forthrightness. Despite his lean physique and height, he still held on to his boyish looks of adolescence; which seemingly gave him less credibility than his older brother. He was 6ft.3 in height and nearly 200 lbs. of defined muscle, yet he retained his late mother's angular jaw, and deep set blue eyes. His thick, jet black hair; lustrous and combed neatly across his forehead, was also a hereditary gift from his mother, and his father never let him forget it. He would have been more proud of his looks, had they not given him such a youthful appearance. At twenty seven years of age, he was no longer a teenager, but sometimes treated as such; despite his efforts to change this look of perceived naivety. It didn't help that he was also at a constant rivalry with his brother Jonathan, or Jon for short. Jon resembled him in weight and height, but those were the only physical characteristics they had in common. Taking more after their father, his brother had inherited not only their senior's chestnut colored hair, but also the domineering and stern personality that their father was so well known for. Like their father, he too had verdant eyes, speckled with hues of hazel, and he barely resembled their late mother Jon took it upon himself to subtly ridicule him at most of their board meetings; whether it be for sport, or because of the deep grudge between them. Being different personalities, they had always gone their separate ways. Sadly, their father's company, to which they each held equal shares, was the only thing that bound them together, and it had been their mother's last wish that they stay together as a family. Unfortunately this commonality had not made things better between the three of them. Their father preferred Jon over him, and showed this to be true on almost every occasion. But Jace had accepted it, and in fact, his father's affection had always been of little consequence to him. As long as neither one interfered with him too much, he was happy to do his work at the company. As one of the General Managers, he was expected to support the decisions of the board of directors without complaint or challenge, but today was a new day. His father, Walter Avery, was the President and mogul genius behind the company's success. His businesses which littered the United States, Europe, and most recently Japan, produced various pharmaceutical products for toddlers and adults alike. Along with four other rival companies which held the market, theirs was a multi-million dollar business. Jace might have gone so far as to say 'multi-billion,' but he wasn't so optimistic. The truth was that their operations were deeply flawed, and he wanted things to change. Although the topic of ethics was most important to him, he was also concerned for his father's reputation. He foresaw that the company would suffer in the years to come if action wasn't taken soon. He had always been a recluse from the limelight of corporate stardom; which led his brother, father, and the other CEOs to be the famous faces behind the company. He didn't care much for Jon's reputation, but his father had built the company from the ground up. Apart from his two sons, Avery & Soler Enterprises was his legacy, and it would probably unsettle his father to have his reputation tarnished. Despite their distant relationship, Jace didn't want his father's demise. Deep down he still cared for his family, even though it might have shamed him to publicly admit this to anyone. He did have his work cut out for him, and wasn't sure how he would be received. Thriving businessmen who had never experienced much failure in their ventures, would hardly see what might be a catastrophe waiting to happen. The ideas he would introduce might be difficult for them to grasp, but he had to try. With his briefcase and ledger in hand, Jace navigated the vacant hallways of the office floor, ready to get the meeting over with. If there was anything great to be said about Jon, at least he had style. He had taken his architectural studies seriously, and designed the blueprints for their main offices. The glittering and spacious floors were fashioned of polished black marble, and they reflected mirrored images of all those who would tread through the half-mile long pathways. Large, oval, lights hung overhead, and illuminated the halls and corridors, while sheets of both translucent and frosted glass separated the many cubicles, and seating areas on the floor. Only the offices of the board members, his included, were spared such transparency, giving Jace his much required privacy. A few abstract structures fashioned out of crystal, decorated the linear pathway to match the office's decor. Each piece was elegantly shaped, and individually worth more than Jace's apartment. But such was the lavish style of the Avery family. Their surroundings always told tales of great wealth. Plaques of silver and crystal, each listing various feats and milestones achieved by their company, lined the frosted panes, and Jace went past them without so much as a glance. He had received quite a few of these awards, as did his father. However, they might mean nothing in the long run if he wasn't successful today. He was en-route to his office when he heard the crisp, echoing, click-click of heels behind him. He slowed his pace and turned back, already aware of who followed. Lily smiled and waved at him gracefully, even though she slung a large brown paper bag around her wrist. In the other hand, she held a cardboard cup holder which supported two large iced coffees. One of them was a simple latte brew, while the other was topped with whipped cream and caramel. She had taken the liberty of buying them breakfast, and he was both grateful, and relieved to see her. They were both early, and seemingly the first ones on the floor this morning. She knew him well enough, and anticipated that he would be in an hour before the presentation. Being a perfectionist, he always tried to make sure that he was well prepared. He waved back at her, and waited as she caught up to where he stood. Lily Chambers was what the uncouth would likely call fat. Although her weight probably exceeded 230 lbs., Jace found that it suit her. She carried her weight without apologies, and with an air of dignity. She was tall; maybe 5ft.9 with heels, and she barely managed to have the coveted hourglass figure. Still her navy blue suit accentuated the curves of her body, rendering a pleasing feminine shape. Her suit's jacket was long sleeved, and shielded her from the chilled December weather. Beneath her matching knee length skirt, she wore sheer stockings, and blue heels to match the ensemble. Her dirty brown locks, curled in loose coils, fell down to her shoulders and bounced with such vibrancy as she drew closer; that warm smile never disappearing, or wavering from her visage. She was an older woman of thirty four, and had been at the company long before he acquired his position there. The two of them had clicked so well, that now they were nearly inseparable. "Hey you!" she grinned, once she got to his side. Being a gentleman, he took the paper bag to help with the load, and greeted her. "I should've known you'd be here too." he responded sincerely. "I wouldn't mind if you had come in a little later." Lily commuted by train, which meant she had to leave her home a little past an hour before she was to be at work on time. Since she was here early, this meant that she had skipped one, or possibly two hours of much needed sleep. While he was waking up, she was probably already near the premises, buying them coffee and breakfast sandwiches. "Oh stop that. I couldn't let you go nuts all by yourself. I imagined you pacing back and forth in your office. I had to intervene." she said cheerfully. "Thanks. I owe you one. Well, maybe more than one." he smiled. "It's alright Jace. This is all for a worthy cause. You have my full support, if that means anything." "It means more than you know. Without you, I probably wouldn't have the guts to approach my dad with this." "You'll be fine." she said reassuringly. The two of them made it to his office, and closed the door behind them. It was 7:40 a.m., which meant they had fifty minutes to ready themselves, before the work day commenced. While they sipped their coffees and rehearsed the presentation, minute by minute, the employees strode in ready to start the day. Most of them were probably eager to get the month over with, and move on to the office's little jamboree. It was the end of the quarter, which heralded their much awaited Christmas party. Although cramming a board meeting into the schedule was unusual and probably bad timing, Jace would have had to wait until the New Year to bring this up again, and he was too impatient for that. Fifteen minutes before the hour of his presentation, through one of the frosted panes, he caught the fuzzy images of his jury walking past. Together they were a noisy and massive, black, cloud of corporate suits who put the entire floor on edge as they rushed by. They were gone as swiftly as they had appeared, and Jace felt a lump rise in his throat as the hour grew late. He forced it down with a large gulp of his iced drink, and remembered that Lily was here. She would always be here. No amount of trepidation would keep him away from his task at hand. These meetings always put him on edge, especially when he was up for a report in front of his father. He had always been an introvert in the workplace, yet he truly had nothing to fear; save his father's expectations of him. He survived, or rather thrived off of his acquired position, and in turn his birthright granted him abstinence from both tedious and hard work. Still, his mother had instilled a proper work ethic in him, and while Jon took his responsibilities less seriously, Jace wanted to prove his place as both his mother's son, and a shareholder. If the company continued to thrive, his brother would doubtlessly become the future president, but that never made him envious. While most thought that he worked hard to gain the approval of his father, it was his mother's spirit which drove him on. He didn't care too much for power, because without his involvement in the company, he had still been the recipient of a vast fortune left by his late mother.