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I'm a Beast Ch. 01

By: ForeverFaithful



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Techsan read and edited the dedication above and the following story. Now I add techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes."

The original intent was to finish and release this in early October but things happen. I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without techson and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I would like to thank Solitary Thinker also for his help and direction. He is a great thinker as well a 'Solitary ' one.

***

Oct 10, 2006 

I grieved for what was and what could have been as I watched my handful of dirt turn to mud on the casket below. The drizzling rain hid the tears in my eyes that betrayed what could have been as my soul soared on the wings of what was. My mind drifted back to that day at the bar where it all began. Just another day like so many before yet so pivotal. I never dreamed it would go this far nor end like this.

***

Day 1

Aug 29, 2005

I always enjoyed a drink with friends at The Junction, our neighborhood bar, at the end of a long day. Mike was his usual crotchety old self, complaining that his two gorgeous daughters were going to be the death of him if they couldn't stay out of trouble. Curt, a divorced working man and old buddy, always joined me in ribbing Mike about our failed attempts to fuck his daughters in our youth. For some reason this only made Mike more proud of his daughters. Denny was a new addition to the happy hour crowd and was telling his own stories about the daughters. We were interrupted from our joking by my cell phone ringing.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi. Where are you?" my wife Trista's melodious voice rang over my phone. 

"I'm at the bar. Where are you?"

"In bed," she replied in a drawn out sexy voice. 

I shuddered at the picture in my mind and the carnal thoughts that accompanied it. As I arched my right eyebrow in anticipation I saw Mike staring at me. His intensity made me wonder if he had noticed. Under the watchful eye of Mike, I said, "I understand. Bye. I love you." 

"Bye bye. I love you too."

As we were talking I had no indication of the happy days ahead nor the sad ones along the way. I hung up and turned to the other regulars I was sitting with and told them that I had to go.

Knowing that Mike had watched me, I recognized the start of his fishing expedition when he asked, "Are you cooking dinner tonight, Joe?"

I laughed. Mike knew that if I get home before my wife I usually cook dinner. The odds of my getting laid are greatly increased if she comes home to a hot meal than if she has to cook it when she is dead tired. I thought I would slide on out of there with a simple, "No, Trista is home."

"Is Trista cooking?" Mike asked. 

Mike always was persistent if not single tracked so to end it with honesty, I replied, "No, she is in bed."

Everyone there assumed the same thing that I was assuming and they erupted in laughter. I left without any further questions. 

When I got home I found Trista lying on the bed with her chin in her palm looking seductive and sexy as hell. She had on a sheer leopard robe that accentuated all of her voluptuous curves. There wasn't a single button fastened and I could see she was totally naked under the robe. She looked up at me with those deep green eyes and said, "I'm a beast."

On the way home I'd been wondering what Trista had planned. Was it to be straight sex, a quickie or was it to be some kind of game. Now my heart fluttered at the thought of a little role-playing and I jumped right in. 

"Oh, yeah, baby. You always were a real animal."

"Nooo, I went to the doctor today. His chart said that I'm obese."

Anyone that has been in a similar situation would identify with my 'deer  caught in the headlights look'. I was ready for a little role-playing and was now facing a female emotional crisis. Being unable to quickly think of some way to salvage this situation, I decided to stick with my original thought.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You always were a real animal and now I'm your prey." 

As I climbed onto the bed and moved towards her, Trista said, "You know just how to make me feel desired. You know that's why I called you."

"I know," I said. "You're the embodiment of a leopard, sleek, graceful and quick. That's hotter than anything I imagined while racing home."

"You really do love me." 

As I spread her legs, I said, "Yes, but I have to eat this leopard pussy before I get eaten. Law of the jungle you know."

"Oh, I don't know. When mom taught me about the Birds and the Bees, she didn't mention that part." It seemed that Trista was getting into the game but was playing hard to get. Maybe my next question would clear things up..

"I bet she didn't tell you about getting fucked like a bitch in heat either."

Trista said, "Eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle you know," as she guided my head between her legs. Well, that was clear enough for me so I buried my face in her pussy. Before long I had her singing like a canary . My tongue was flicking her clit as I licked her slit; round and round I went. I tried to keep my tongue dry and rough like a cat's but Trista's juices were flowing like a fountain. I snaked  my tongue into her love canal until she was panting like a fish  out of water. 

When Trista came like a river I knew it was time for my trouser trout to make a spawning run upstream. It knew the way instinctively and at the headwaters of Trista's love canal it made the mighty plunge. Trista started buck ing wildly beneath me. The pace was frenzied as if we were fucking like rabbits though I've never seen a rabbit  fucking in the missionary position - oh, well. 

Exhaustion came and I could pound her pussy  no longer. I wrapped Trista in a bear  hug pulling her deeper onto my cock . We ground together as we caught our breath. While I contemplated how rabbits really do fuck I realized that mounting from behind already has a name. It's called 'doggy style ' so 'fucking like rabbits' must refer to the rapid pounding pace.

I whispered 'doggy style'  into Trista's ear as I released her from the bear  hug. She rolled over and raised up her ass  for me to take her. I thought this shit don't happen in real life. Well, I was going to mount this bitch  while the mounting was good. She backed her ass  into me when I started to enter her. When we had a good rhythm going I noticed her puppies  swaying back and forth. How does one get puppies?  First you have to fuck her like a bitch in heat . 

Grabbing Trista's hips firmly, I said, "Here comes the getting fucked like a bitch in heat part." She started to whimper as I stroked long and slow. As the pace changed from long and slow to fast and furious the whimper became a howl. Commands spilled from my lips.

"Bark ... Bark at the moon, bitch ."

"Hooowwlllll."

You can see the bar from our bedroom window and I could hear the sound of a Harley starting up over Trista's howling. I assumed it was Denny since he had been the only one there on a Harley.

"Louder, bitch!" I yelled.

"HOOOWWLLLLL!"

I started howling myself when I felt my orgasm building. This was becoming too much for the senses to bear. The concoction of sex, sound, sweat and fury was intoxicating. If I stopped now it would end. If I kept going it would really end with a massive orgasm. 

Once my orgasm was eminent I plunged my cock deep into her pussy and held her tight so she couldn't move. The intent was to stem my orgasm but her snapper  was still milking my cock . I started to dribble and pulled out of her before I had a major orgasm. Trista started laughing like a hyena . The small amount of cum that I had deposited deep within her started to roll out of her pussy  down her split and across her clit. My first reaction was to reach for a towel to wipe her slit but there wasn't one. I knew that a wet spot would spoil the moment so I did the only thing I could. 

Placing my head under her beaver  allowed me to swirl my cum around her clit with my tongue. Trista squirmed and squealed as I swirled around her clit. I was happier than a pig  in shit until another load came rolling down her split and across her clit. Yes, I had to swallow the first load to make room for the second. Obviously the amount of my cum mixed with her cum wasn't so small. I ran my tongue up her slit to catch as much of the cum as I could. The unwritten rule had always been 'If she had to swallow it during a blowjob I had to kiss her afterwards.' therefore she has to kiss me after a creampie. With cum in my mouth I crab crawled  from underneath and kissed her. We shared with tongues swirling and fingers twirling nipples. 

After our cum swap I went back to her clit and slit to maintain her aroused state. As I was licking her clit and fingering her pussy  I realized how much Trista was getting off on this and that it wasn't that bad once the major load was gone. Maybe this could be a way to get Trista used to the taste of cum again. If she had to taste it regardless maybe she would give in and taste it during a blowjob again. It had been along time since she swallowed. Hell, it had been a long time since she sucked it.

Trista started to squirm and squeal and I swallowed as she came. My cock  was rock hard and it needed relief. As I crab crawled  up the bed and beneath her I asked Trista to take top. She rose to her knees and climbed into the saddle in a fluid motion. Her pussy  was so sopping wet that my cock  hit bottom on the first stroke.

"Fuck me like a cowgirl,  baabyy." 

"I'll be your cowgirl,  baby, but I'm going to fuck you like my wild stallion. "

I whinnied, "Wheeeeheheh ... wheeh" and she proceeded to make good on her promise. She rode me long and hard like a wild stallion  as I braced her puppies  with my hands for pivot support. I was her bucking bronco  and try as I might I could not throw her. 

As she started to stiffen I bucked wildly beneath her. I spilled my seed at her first contraction. My sperm were making that final run like salmon  with one objective: reproduce or die. Trista leaned over me in her final spasms and gave me her own bear  hug. We were soaring like eagles  in our post-orgasmic bliss. My thoughts as I lay there were 'WOW that was a whale  of a good fuck, most satisfying.' I buried that thought in light of the prior 'beast/obese' mistake. There was no sense throwing fuel on that fire.

As we lay on the bed Trista started telling me about her visit to the doctor. The first thing they do is weigh you. There is always a chart hanging on the wall that correlates your weight and height. That's when her troubles started. Some invisible line had been crossed, another category, another label. Then came the litany of excuses of why it was okay to be overweight but not obese. I failed to contain myself and let a small chuckle escape. 

Trista pounced on it and said, "It's not an excuse, damnit, Joe ... you know that I've had two children. It's hard to get that shape back and loose the weight. Most women never do."

Trista had rolled onto her stomach and I straddled her thighs and started to rub her shoulders.

"I know, dear, but you've lost your weight twice. The first time was after Ron was born. Jill and you did a lot of walking and you're ass was so hard."

I reached down and kneaded her soft supple ass with both hands to emphasize my words. 

"The second time was that diet that's not a diet. Eat less and move more."

"Jill and I walked all day. We walked and shopped from the time we dropped Trina off at school until it was time to pick her up. Plus I was burning more calories because I was pushing Ron around in the stroller. I don't have the time for that now that I'm working and I don't have Ron to push around."

Leaning into her I applied pressure as I ran my hands up each side of her back. Trista relaxed as the tension drained from her.

"Well, that covers the first time you lost the weight. What about the second time?"

"I'm working now. It's really hard to get a routine going when your work schedule fluctuates like mine. I can't do the things requested with the timing required. If only I had someone to work with, to walk with like Jill."

My hands slid from her back to the sides of her breasts in a circular rubbing motion. She momentarily tensed from the tickling sensation.

"It's really too bad that she moved away. There isn't enough time to lose it all by walking. It would have to be some combination of diet, exercise and walking."

Trista turned her head towards me.

"It's like I said before. If only I had someone to work with ... to walk with."

Moving from her thighs to the floor, I replied, "You said 'like Jill' and now you're looking at me." 

As I spread her legs, she replied, "Why can't you walk with me and ... and work with me? If you didn't bring food around me constantly I wouldn't have to look at it. When someone brings food in and starts nibbling in front of you it's very hard to resist the temptation. You don't have to diet but don't tempt me either."

I gently took her ankles and started to bend her knees. Once I had her feet touching each other I guided them in overlapping counter-rotating circles. As the pace quickened her muscles relaxed allowing an even flow. You could easily tell if she was tense or fighting you because of an uneven flow.

"If I were to do this I would essentially be your trainer. As your trainer I would help with encouragement to resist temptation. I wouldn't be allowed to snack in front of you but as your trainer you would have to listen and obey. When I said give me twenty squats you would have to give me twenty. When I chart your progress and give constructive feedback you will have to accept and act. Combine that with your independent streak and I see potential trouble for me. The question is whether it would be more trouble than it's worth."

"With the shape I would have in the end I think you should be willing to do just about anything for a sexier wife. I think I can do that."

Trista's knees were at maximum bend; her heels almost touching her ass. I applied pressure gently until her heels were on her ass and held them there as I pondered her statement. Unknowingly she had touched on one of my nagging doubts. A lot of my friends have lost their wives once they've lost the weight. Was our love strong enough to deal with the attention a hot wife attracts? I thought it was but only God and the Shadow knows what lurks in the hearts of men (and women). If she is really committed I couldn't in good conscience let her be overweight because of some slut wives I've known. Regardless it would be nice to have my hot wife back.

"Could you? Could you submit to me? I think you'd end up hating me. If I commit my time to something I expect results."

"I expect results too. It should be more like partners than a trainer. If we were partners I think you would get better results."

As I moved from the floor to the bed between Trista's knees I released her feet. My intent was to keep her legs spread once I released control. Now that my hands were free I started to massage Trista's waist.

"Well, before you think about that, think about this. You could be everything I want in bed simply by doing what I desire. I'd never request something that we've not already enjoyed the pleasure of. It would be nicer if I never had to make a request. The same would apply to your exercise and diet. You've lost your babies' weight gain twice and you can do it again. I would ask no more than that. I will be your partner if you will agree to work on all of the above. We could call it our sexercise program."

"Sexercise? What did you have in mind? More sex than walking."

My hands slid down the sides of her waist kneading the supple curves along the way to her belly. She lifted slightly to allow access.

"Well ... 'eat less and move more'. The 'move more' part would be a daily walk. You would have a captive audience for a half hour a day to talk about all of the things you talk about before sex. Then we can talk about sex during sex. Sprinkle in a mixture of sex, squats, sit-ups and there is your program."

"Why the squats and sit-ups? What about kegels?

I thought, "Kegels ... now there is something I didn't think of." She relaxed on the bed as my hands moved across her ass on the way to the V of her spread legs.

"Well ... we all know what the kegels are for and that's an excellent idea. The sit-ups are for your tummy and the squats are for sex." 

Trista quivered and giggled as I gently ran a finger up her slit.

"Oh ... I should have known. Well ... losing weight is hard and takes time. Your request is also hard and neither is going to happen overnight. If you're going to help me lose weight I suppose the least I can do is try." 

"Does that mean you'll agree?"

"It sounds like it could be a win-win situation for us."

So began the happy days. We started our daily walks the next morning and the sexercise the next night. Life was good.

***

The following chapters will be posted in the category that best fits them. There is one more techson chapter, 6 chapters waiting for edit and half of another to be written. My intent was to release a finished 9-chapter story rather than a work in progress. I apologize for that but things happen and I would like an editor.

I'm a Beast Ch. 02



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Techsan read and edited the dedication above and the following story. Now I add techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes."

The original intent was to finish and release this in early October but things happen. I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

You will understand this story better if you have already read Chapter 01.

*** 

Day 3

A few days later I stopped at the bar at the beginning of happy hour. Business was slow and Denny was the only one there except the bartender. Denny asked me what happened the other day and if it was as good as I expected. I told him about finding Trista lying on the bed in her sheer leopard robe and the ensuing conversation. 

"What could I have done except stick with my original thought? 

Oh, yeah, baby. You always were a real animal."

Denny was laughing his ass off. When he settled down he asked, 

"Trista isn't fat, is she? Mike and Curt said she's hot."

"Yeah, Curt would say that. I keep telling Trista that fat is when a girl is on her hands and knees and there's zero ground clearance."

Again we broke into laughter. 

"But Joe ... obese?"

"Trista is only five feet tall. The overweight range is only 26 pounds before you're obese. She has wide hips that give her that curvy look and lets her carry her weight well."

"Let's get back to the 'You always were an animal' part."

"What can I say? We had animal sex and then we tackled her female emotional crisis."

I finished telling Denny about our commitment to each other, Trista's target weight and how we planned to lose the weight. By the time I finished the story I had also finished my beer. One is all I'll have when stopping on the way home because of the strict drinking and driving enforcement. I like that I can walk home but I hate to walk back just to get my car. Denny offered to buy me another drink.

"Come on, Joe ... Stay and have another. I'm buying the next round." 

"No, Denny. I really have to get going. Trista will be home shortly and I like to meet her at the door or in the garage or ... oh, hell ... just about anywhere. Heh heh heh."

Denny said goodbye as I walked out the door. I still didn't know much about him but he knew more about Trista and me thanks to my bullshit story. Not that the story was bullshit but bullshiting takes time and I had run out of it. He seemed nice and had offered a beer. I would have to find out more about Denny. I'm sure he has more BS stories besides Mike's daughters.

***

End of First Week

It was one week later when our relationship would change yet again. I was in my office at home when Trista walked by and stopped at the door to talk. Before I could close down the browser she came in and sat on my lap. When she saw a porn site on the computer, I was busted. She asked me what porn sites did for me that she couldn't and I had to think. I replied with two reasons. 

"Honey, if a man tells you that he has never had or fantasized about having two women at the same time he is lying. Twins is just a natural extension of that fantasy so I cruise the net looking for twins. Since I would have to turn down a set of twins even if you offered them to me because I know your heart isn't in it. I guess it's kind of pointless."

Trista squirmed a little on my lap.

"You still shouldn't be looking for twins; you should be satisfied with me. How would you like it if I looked on the computer for beefy guys with longer dicks? You would be hurt because you'd like to think that you're the most perfect guy in my eyes. I want to feel like the most perfect girl in your eyes."

"Honey ... you are the most perfect girl in my eyes. I'm not looking for prettier women with tighter pussies: I'm looking for twins. I love fantasizing about fucking you and your imaginary twin and, yes, you're always the prettiest. It's just a fantasy. The other reason is more of a fetish rather than a fantasy and it is large labia minora and big clits. Since that is an actual fantasy fulfilled I guess that it is kind of pointless also."

Trista interrupted with, "Wait a minute. Are you saying I have ... " and I interrupted back, "No no no. What I'm saying is I had a girlfriend with big labia minora. You know ... big big pussy lips AKA meat curtain or cabbage."

Upon learning this little tidbit Trista looked at me with that disapproving look. I quickly replied with a subdued, "Sorry" and gave her my best guilty look in return. Trista didn't care for the fulfilled fantasy but she did like the apology and analysis. The part that I liked was that the discussion was on fantasies. With a little directing of the discussion I could plant an unfulfilled fantasy in her mind. Although I had previously said that I could be satisfied with never requesting anything from her that we had not already done, there was one little thing.

The reason I could be satisfied is that I was trained by a slut. Trista was a virgin and had spent all of her married life making sure she was better than the slut in every way. Trista had provided me - and I her - with everything that a single partner can. I know what a total package she is because of the slut and other lovers. Trista is a romantic and says I've fulfilled every fantasy she ever had. That is why she calls me her fantasy lover. In turn she has satisfied all of my fantasies with one exception.

"Trista, I know that I said that I would never ask you to do anything that you haven't done before but there is one more fantasy that you could fulfill. It would simply be a natural extension of something that we have done before." 

"Have I turned it down before?"

"Well ... yes."

Trista shifted on my lap indicating her discomfort.

"Now you're making me nervous. What exactly do you have in mind?"

Now it was my turn to be nervous.

"Well ... you have masturbated with me watching you on the webcam while recording it and the subsequent love making. It was so hot. We have also watched other people fuck on the internet while making love ourselves but we have never let anyone watch us."

"No, because that would be like us making a porno."

"Was it a pono when we were watching or was it someone expressing the deepest love for their mate?"

Trista tried to answer but hesitated when she realized that it had been exciting and it hadn't felt like a porno. I continued.

"If it was done right and with the right people, it would be like fucking in front of someone except they wouldn't be there. With the proper equipment, situation and people, it couldn't be recorded and it would be lost in the cyberspace ether. Only our memories would remain and they would be so hot."

"You're right, it wasn't like a porno. It was ... well ... stimulating. I'll think about it. You investigate the technical end of it and we'll talk later."

"That's all that I'm asking for now. You know that I love you so much."

"Yes, I know and you know that I love you every bit as much, maybe more." 

Yes, I did know that. I had also thought that I was savvy enough on the net to avoid any potential trouble but there would always be risks. So started the really happy days. My commitment to Trista was total and complete. Our communication breakthrough coupled with no more porn would take our relationship to a new level. The affect our walk talks had on our sexercise sessions was unanticipated. 

***

A Couple of Days Later 

I was changing from my walking clothes beside the bed when Trista shoved me towards it. She straddled me after I fell on the bed trapping me where I lay. Her intentions became obvious as her lips urgently pressed against mine. This was usually when Trista took advantage of her captive audience and talked about her/our problems. She was now the aggressor and my cock was getting harder instead of wilting.

I slid my hand between her legs and worked the crotch of her panties to the side. I could tell her pussy was wet and ready. I hadn't expect her to be so hot as we had just finished our walk talk about problems at work, with family and the children. Believe me, it was the stuff that dried up pussies and wilted cocks yet here she was dripping wet. Trista quivered as I gently brushed her clit and I realized we were there for each other; she was not dwelling on her issues.

Her clit was the size of a pea when I dragged my thumb and index finger from her hole, through her slit and past it. Trista melted at my touch and received pleasure as she had done when we were young. Her lips curled into a smile as she closed her eyes prompting me to ask, "Jeez, Honey, you sure are hot. What's got you going?"

Trista giggled as she replied, "You ... silly. I've been thinking about this the whole walk. You were right ... we were both right."

"What do you mean ... right?"

She answered, "You're right; it's more relaxing thinking about this instead of the baggage." My cock twitched as I heard this so I concentrated on her every word.

"It's nice to have it out of the way. Also; I'm right that I need to clear my mind to relax and concentrate."

I wondered if there was a time correlation between the 'walk' and a 'clear mind in the sack'. Was there a time limit on clear? I answered, "This is what's right ... not you ... not me ... just us here and now." 

Trista took my rock hard cock and guided it towards her velvety channel. She moaned as she impaled herself upon it. She sat there a moment and I wondered what she was thinking. As she slid up my shaft I thought that something was different. Trista relaxed and impaled herself upon my shaft again and again.

On the third upstroke I realized the difference. She was contracting her vaginal muscles on the way up. It had only been a week and a half since we started sexercise and she was making noticeable improvement with her kegels. 

I smiled up at her and said, "Your pussy's feeling great, dear; I can feel your kegels. You must be taking your sexercise seriously."

Trista replied back, "Glad you noticed," and quickened her pace on my shaft. 

Usually when Trista took top it was for my pleasure because she never got off that way. This time I could read the grim determination on her face. She was concentrating on her satisfaction and I was her willing tool. When I started to tire before Trista I knew there were improvements in other areas as well with stamina being one of them. 

With a winded voice, I said, "You're doing good, baby."

She easily replied, "I'm feeling better about myself. I'm feeling better about us," and continued riding me harder and harder. 

Trista sensed my impending orgasm and just when I thought I could hold back no more she stopped. She didn't just stop; she stopped at the top of her stroke and pinched below the head. She was rubbing her G spot with my cockhead to maintain her arousal while stemming mine. Before I could even groan in frustration she asked, "What would you do if I stopped?"

"I'll kill ya," I playfully growled.

She slammed against me and recoiled giggling, "Same to you if you come without me."

There it was. I had my orders that I was determined to fulfill and she was determined to not stop before she had been as she says 'completed'. As we pounded away I contemplated on how "I'll kill ya," could actually be a legitimate lovemaking phrase. Who would have ever thought? When Trista began to falter I realized it was now or never for her orgasm so I picked up the slack with renewed vigor. When I was once again ready to cum I growled, "I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to stop?"

"I'll kill ya," she replied.

Trista shuddered as the first load of cum bathed her insides. For the second load I reared back and yelled, "Fuck," as I rammed deep for it's deposit. I did the same for the third load only yelling, "you." By this time Trista was shaking and collapsed upon me. Her spasming pussy continued to milk my cock of it's remaining seed. As we lay there I contemplated on how, "Fuck you," and "I'll kill ya," could actually be legitimate lovemaking phrases. I realized how mentally relaxing our sessions could and would be with the previously pent up verbal baggage out of the way. Sex was great and we would continue to work on our stamina and our pleasure. Life was good.

***

One Half Year

It took six months of hard work and discipline for Trista to reach this milestone. She was still overweight but only half way too obese. We were planning a night out tonight. When I got home from work Trista was in the bedroom dressed in only thong and fishnet stockings. After I gave her a wolf-whistle and before I could say anything she said, "I'm glad your home. I need some help with this," and held up the corset. I had bought her this new outfit to celebrate losing half of her weight goal. I stood their mesmerized by the site before me. Trista spoke up, "Are you going to help me or are you going to stand there."

"I'm going to stand here. It's your fault you know. You look so damn good."

"I feel good."

"As you should." I replied and moved towards her. She turned her back to me as she handed me the corset. I had purchased this size lace up corset since Trista's present size was it's maximum. We judged from her weight versus inch measurements that when she lost all of her weight it would be at it's minimum. If she needed a new one then so be it. The corset had a couple dozen bra like hooks so once you had the laces adjusted it was relatively easy to take off and on. I said, "Hon ... you have to turn around so I can hook all of these before I adjust the laces."

"Duh," she said as she turned back towards me. I took the time to give her a passionate kiss before I started to hook up her corset. Hooking the corset with the laces loose turned out to be a three-handed job. Trista held the corset hooks together while I hooked the remainder. I pulled on the laces until she could release the hooks and it looked like we had chosen the size well. It fit well and if she lost the inches that remained she would be doing excellent. I tied the laces and said, "It looks good and I like how it shows your boobs off. How tight do you want it?"

"I'll let you know when it's to tight."

The lace gap closed about an inch before Trista said, "That's tight enough," 

"Not nearly as tight as you" I replied.

"Ough you say the nicest things. Keep talking."

"You look so hot, I wonder who will be at the bar tonight. We Know Sue will be working ... "

She is Trista's favorite barmaid. I continued 

"But I was thinking about the guys ... About who you would drive wild."

Trista shivered and said, "I hope so. I want to show off the weight I lost to its best advantage."

I looked down at her makeup table and saw the array of makeup framed by her earrings and necklace. Radiant visions of her at the bar danced in my mind. 

"I don't think you will have any problems with this outfit and your jewelry. It really doesn't matter who is there because they're all going to love you."

I reached for her necklace and slowly brought it to her chest. My hands lightly brushed her neck as I took the clasps and hooked them behind her. Trista shivered as I rubbed her and I could see her lustful look in the makeup mirror. The tension was high and erotic. If I did not break it off I would take her now would ruin all of her hard work. 

"I have to get ready now or I'll ravish you and we'll have to start over."

"You know I'll make it up to you tonight. The anticipation will make it so much better."

"Right" I replied as I turned towards the bathroom. The bulge in my pants demanded straightening as I walked away.

*** We were sitting at the bar when Denny came in with his girlfriend Pat. When Sue saw them Pat broke out in a shit eating grin. Sue was now staring at Pat and said, "You just got laid ... didn't you?" Pat's face turn red and her grin got bigger. They sat down across from us and I said, "Hello, Denny." 

"Hello, Joe. Is this Trista?" said Denny.

Trista responded, "Hello, Denny. I thought it was you. How have you been?" 

"Not bad. All of this time when Joe talked about Trista I never knew it was you," Denny said with a grin that looked a bit forced. 

"I hope the talk wasn't too bad." 

"Only the best."

"What have you been up to?"

"I'm one of the doormen here."

"What's that?"

"A bouncer."

I was surprised myself. What have I told Denny? If they're good friends from before then for my sake it better have been good. You just never know what might slip out in a conversation. Trista stood up and did a pirouette in her new skirt.

"Do you like my new outfit?"

"Very much. What is the occasion?"

"I've lost half my weight."

"You're looking good. How much weight did you lose?" 

"A woman doesn't talk about that."

Trista smiled as Pat reached over and punched Denny in the arm ending that line of conversation. Trista leaned towards me and whispered.

"Denny is the one I pinned to the bus floor by the hair."

"What?"

"Shusssh. Don't talk and don't stare or you may embarrass us. Denny is the friend I fought with on the bus. Before I knew it I had him on the floor by the hair and he was so mad I was afraid to let him up. I stood on his hair till the bus got to school and help arrived."

I nodded my head because I vaguely remembered a story like that or was it two stories. It didn't matter at the moment and I could find out later. The next time I looked at Denny I realized I would never see him in the same light. I would always equate him with the epiphany that my wife had always been a scrapper. 

A few minutes later Sue came over to talk with Trista and me. As usual she was displaying ample cleavage for tip enhancement. Trista asked, "Have you put anymore check marks on the calendar in the back room?"

I've no idea what's wrong with her husband but he fucks her so rarely that she marks it on the calendar when he does. One time recently she had two marks in the same week.

She replied, "That damn Billy erased them all when he found out what they meant. I went to put on another check the other day and they were all gone."

"Another check," I asked as an inquisitive look spread across my face.

"Yeah, and I actually swallowed. That ought to keep him for a couple of years."

Looking at my wife I replied, "So you blow him every couple of years. Gee ... " I said letting it hang.

"Oh, no ... I blow him at least once a month. I only swallow every couple of years." 

Sue asked Trista, "You do blow him, don't you?"

She replied, "Well, I suck him and get him hard. I prefer him to cum in my pussy."

"Oh, sweetie ... don't you suck him till he cums? Don't you enjoy that power over him, the absolute control it gives you? I've never met a man that didn't love it."

Trista was at a loss for words. When she looked at me I tried to hide my 'see, I told you' look. A smile appeared on Sue's face at Trista's obvious discomfort. Denny slid his empty drink to the edge of the bar signaling another round. Sue turned to get him another.

At this time the DJ started playing and taking requests. I looked at Trista and asked for her suggestions and added my own. Then I suggested that she should show off and take the requests to Sam. Sam and I are soul brothers; we should be brothers. I knew he would fall all over a pretty girl. He would play them for me but this would be more interesting.

Trista crossed the dance floor and talked with Sam. As the current song was ending Trista turned and motioned for me to come over. We met in the middle of the dance floor as 'She's got Legs' by ZZ Top started to play. Yes, Trista has legs and she knows how to use them. The erotic display in front of me was proof of that. She used body parts that I never knew existed and fish-net stockings never looked as good as they did on her.




I'm a Beast Ch. 02



It was so hot I hated to hear the ZZ Top song end. My disappointment was short-lived as our favorite love song started to play. Trista pulled me close and started grinding against me. She swayed back and forth to the music as she ground her pussy into my thigh. Slowly she worked herself down to my knee and back up again. I countered her sway to maximize the grind. 

After a couple of trips up and down my leg I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch against my stiff cock. Once she was in position I moved my arms around her waist and did a grind of my own. When the song was closing Trista parted a little and slid her hand down to my cock. I thought she was going to jack me on the dance floor but she just rubbed it with the back of her hand.

It wasn't until she brought her hand up to my face and placed a finger to my lips that I realized what she'd been up to. Somehow she'd been fingering herself because I could smell her musky scent. I eagerly sucked her juices from her fingers as the song ended. We started towards our barstools before I fucked her on the dance floor. When we were seated I smiled across the bar to Denny. As he smiled back Pat took him by the hand and led him towards the dance floor. His smile changed to a look of resignation.

When they started dancing Pat didn't have the same energy and enthusiasm as Trista. I knew it and I knew Denny knew it. The only reason Denny was dancing with Pat was because she caught him checking out Trista's dancing. Pat wasn't going to be outdone by Trista so Denny was dancing. Pat was not in the same class and was indeed outdone.

I turned my attention back to Trista, "Damn, Darlin, you've got me hot ... "

"There's more where that came from, but not here." 

"I've been wondering about that."

"About what?"

"The 'not here' part." 

"You mean the 'more where that came from' part."

"Yeah, let's go home."

"Whenever you're ready," she replied. 

Yes, I was more than ready. I took her hand in mine and slid off of the barstool. We said goodbye to Sue and started for the door. We waved goodbye to Denny, Pat and Sam as we passed by the dance floor. Once outside we quickly adjusted to the dark and quiet. We had walked half a block in the brisk evening air before I started thinking clearly. I remembered that I had some questions.

"Hey, hon ... what was the standing on his hair story about? I seem to remember that part but not the other one."

"What other part?"

"What were you fighting about and ... friend or boyfriend?"

"I'm sure I've told you about it."

"Maybe ... maybe not ... maybe not together."

Trista skipped away forcing me to quicken my pace to catch up. When I caught up with her she turned and stroked my cock. We stopped to embrace and Trista kissed me long hard and deep. 

"Honey," she said as she released me, "Denny was never a boyfriend. He was one of my friends, my protector in school. You know, the ones I ran with. He was never a contender."

"And what was the fight about?"

"I don't remember. We were friends and it was unimportant."

Our front door was half a block away and in sight. She started to unbutton her ballero as she trotted towards the house. She went faster as I got closer so the race was on. Whether I won or not I would be winded. From the looks of it Trista was done talking. Her ballero was off and she was at the front door.

Trista had her key in the door when I wrapped my arms around her waist. Three breaths later we were stumbling through the door. She turned to me as the door closed. I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply. Well ... as deeply as you can after a four breath recovery. 

When we broke our kiss, Trista murmured, "Upstairs." She made it to the first landing before I had my hands around her waist again. 

I slid her skirt down across those luscious hips. When I bent down to lower it below her knees, she stepped from the skirt to the next step. There before me was the small triangle of material that separated my face from that muff that I love. I stood and gazed at her, so vulnerable, so accessible and simply delightful. 

Trista giggled when my eyes went back to that small triangle of material that was doing a fine job of lifting and separating her pussy. I realized that giggle was only the beginning when her pussy clenched and she was gone.

I was three steps behind her when Trista shot through the doorway and dived onto the bed. I closed the gap as she slid to a stop on her belly. She spun over when I smacked her ass playfully but sharply. The snaps of her corset where exposed now, the final obstacle to overcome. I brushed aside her thong with one hand and started unsnapping with the other.

"I thought you'd never get here," she cooed.

"Rough and ready."

"I noticed."

"Gotta get this thing off," I said as I continued unsnapping. Her hand moved to the bottom of the corset as the heel of my hand ground into her pubic mound. Unsnapping at the middle was a two hand job that we performed together. 

When her globes were finally freed I bent over and suckled on them with abandon. She was moaning as I was rubbing her pussy while sucking. Two fingers entered her tight pussy and she moaned, "Please eat me ... Pleeease."

I love eating that pussy and didn't hesitate to accommodate her. She was soaking wet before my tongue ever got there. She was hot, so hot that the screaming commenced once my tongue started probing. As I knelt to the floor with my face buried in her muff I reached for the tube of K Y jelly in the nightstand.

I applied some of it to my index finger and started tracing a spiral around her anus. Each circle getting smaller and closer to that tight little entrance. When the circle was at her entrance it slipped in with a slight push now that the K Y was liberally spread. The circles of the spiral now got larger as my finger penetrated deeper. My objective was to have Trista's asshole reamed out and ready for painless penetration as soon as she begged for it. She may not realize that she would be begging but I could tell from the sounds she was making and the way she was squirming. 

My tongue on her clit and finger in her ass drove her wild. Trista's ass hole was reamed enough that I slipped another finger into her ass. I continued widening and contracting the spiral in and out. When I slipped two fingers from my other hand into her pussy she squealed in pleasure. I surrounded her G spot as I started to lift her ass off of the bed. I didn't have to lift hard as she arched her back and came hard in my face while screaming blissfully. When she finally relaxed I was literally holding her ass up. I let her down as I pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Trista moaned as I slid three fingers into her ass and rotated them. 

"Oh, Joey ... that feels so good. Yes, oh, yesss."

I guided my cock towards her soaked pussy, "You like that, don't you, baby?"

"uh huh ... ooh"

With a single thrust I parted her lips and plunged deep within her. Trista gasped then screamed when I bottomed out. Her hips started bucking as my fingers in her ass guided my cock away from her cervix. 

"Fuck me, Joey, fuck me," she wailed. 

"Where?" I asked.

"Now!" she replied.

Once I had matched our thrusts I could easily work her asshole and the direction of my cock thrusts. It was driving her wild with cock coming at her from all directions. We pounded at one another with a frenzied pace. If we kept going at this rate I would shoot my load for sure and I could tell that Trista was also well on her way.

"You want your ass fucked, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Beg me for it."

"Yes."

"Beg for it."

"Ohh, baby, fuck me ... fuck my ass."

I pulled my fingers from her ass and gently replaced them with my cock. Trista was truly prepared for there was no cry of pain, only bliss. Her ass started bucking to meet my thrusts. The only thing I could do was grab on and go with the flow.

While mesmerized by the sight of my cock plunging in and out of Trista's ass I remembered something Denny had once said. 'I enjoy a little ass now and then. I love to hold her by the hips and do the deed. It makes me get really hard looking at my dick going in an asshole.' I wondered 'If Denny has an ass before him tonight whose ass will he really be thinking of?' After the display Trista put on and their past history I knew.

My impending orgasm and Trista's screaming brought me back to the present and she came most violently. Powerful contractions expelled my cock from her ass. I started to spew my seed over her anus and I desperately pushed forward on her freshly spermed ass. I popped inside for the remaining spurts from my cock. My thrusting against her milking contractions took us to the most intense orgasms. Damn, I almost missed it. I was glad that I got into her ass in time. 

When the final spasms subsided I laid down on her and let my cock soften inside her. When it plopped out of her ass, I rolled over onto the bed pulling her with me. 

As we lay exhausted, Trista spoke, "Wow, that's one to remember."

"I know I will."

"I love you."

"Love you too, baby," I replied before drifting off to sleep. 

I was thinking about how far we had come when I arrived at the threshold to dreamland. As I stepped through the threshold my thoughts, 'Trista's weight, stamina and pussy control have come a long way. As the major beneficiary who am I to bitch? Yet my oral anticipations ... ' dissolved into dreams on the other side. 

End of techsan edit

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The following chapters will be posted in the category that best fits them. I will post them as my editor returns them, hopefully daily. My intent was to post chapters of a finished story rather than a work in progress. I apologize for that but we are almost on track.



I'm a Beast Ch. 03



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Techsan read and edited the dedication above and the following story. Now I add techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes."

The original intent was to finish and release this in early October but things happen. I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without techson and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

You will understand this story better if you have already read Chapters 01-02. The following is unedited as I am still trying to connect with an editor. I'm open to any suggestions and please remember to vote.

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When I awoke the first thing I remembered was 'that's one to remember'. Yes indeed I decided. It had been a very good Friday night and it was sure to be a subject on the morning walk talk. There was a part of some nebulous dream at the edge of my thoughts. Try as I might I was not able to grasp it even though it had seemed so important.

Our walk talk was starting out promising. Trista was finishing expressing her thoughts and feelings of the previous night. 

"The sex was really good last night."

"Oh yeah."

"It's times like that when I don't mind sucking your cock. I almost did last night."

Before I had time to engage my brain I replied.

"Almost, it's always almost. You realize it's been two months since you've had my cock in your mouth."

"I didn't know that you were keeping track."

I should have shut up then but no ... this was too easy to answer. Plus the tone of her voice was meant to cowl me and I refused to let it slide.

"I'm not, but it was when you went from obese to overweight. That was two months ago. I love how far we've come with our sex life these last few months but I really expected more progress in this area. My cock in your mouth used to be standard fair rather than a rare affair."

Finally my mind caught up with my mouth and I started to think. Here I'm bitching about not getting my cock sucked after I'd made her beg for me to fuck her ass last night. I'd just had the best sex in a long time and I'm bitching but I can't help it.

"Blowjobs blowjobs that's all you think about. I'm so tired of hearing about it."

There was no mistaking her tone this time. It was meant to end this discussion. She was right in a sense. Although it definitely wasn't 'all of the time' it was often enough to recognize the signs. We had been down this road many times before but with less and less frequency. I let it drop for now and vowed to somehow make her understand and comprehend how important it was to me. 

I finished the conversation with, "Trista, I love you. I have always loved you. Have you ever wondered why I said yes so quickly when you asked me for a commitment those many years ago?"

I could tell from the look on her face that she was caught in thought. I stayed quiet and left her to ponder what I had said. 

Trista had to work that day while I was left at home with nothing to do but think about how to ensure she understands. I hadn't succeeded in 23 years so what could I do that I haven't already done. What came to me was the following letter. I spent the rest of the day composing it. It had to be just right because I would only get one chance, maybe my last chance.

Trista, I love you. 

I told you this morning that I have always loved you. I explained that when you asked for a commitment from me that my decision was already made. There was no hesitation, simply a proposal of marriage. You probably never thought it would be so easy. You couldn't believe it was happening. You never knew that I was only waiting for you to make a request or express a demand. All of these years and you never wondered why it was so easy. There were reasons, reasons we never talked about. It hurts that I have never felt comfortable enough to talk to you about them. I wonder if you ever found my proposal odd. I do not think that I gave you the response you expected in the time you expected. Yet in all of these years it never came up. I never brought it up out of fear, fear of your response more than fear of the answers.

I love what we have been doing lately in our relationship. We have both expressed desires to take our relationship to a new level. It is because of my newfound comfort with you resulting from this desire and commitment that I even attempt to open this dialog. I am not trying to upset you. I am trying to get you to understand how I feel. Only you can exorcise my inner demons. Only you can calm my fears and doubts. You can only do this by talking with me, not by falling back on defense and then going on the offense. I ask for nothing more than openness and understanding. I am not threatening you, nor am I giving ultimatums. I am simply trying to open a dialog, trying to come to an understanding.

Trista, I love you. 

I have always loved you.

I loved you before we made love that very special first time. I already knew that I could spend the rest of my life with you. I couldn't and wouldn't take your virginity, callously use you and then discard you. When we made love it was a big commitment for both of us. Yours was the biggest commitment of all. You gave me something no one ever had and something you could only give once, your virginity. You saved yourself for me. I was special. I wasn't like all of the other boys and men. I thought 'No one has ever done that for me. You must truly love me.' I knew I had to live up to the special gift you had given me.

Trista, I love you.

I have always loved you. 

I loved you before you gave me that first blowjob. You were the best looking and best lover I had ever had. Who would have ever thought that such willingness and enthusiasm could come from someone not experienced in the ways of the world. When you took my member in your mouth I knew it was special. Only one other lover had done this for me. You were a Gem. When my orgasm approached I expected you to pull it out and jack me to completion. Instead you kept right on going. When I came in your mouth I was surprised, but not as surprised as I was going to be. When that first stream hit your throat you swallowed with a glug. It felt incredible. I had never felt this before and I responded with another load more powerful than the first. This caused you to go glug glug. My member responded with an even more powerful eruption. When I felt your throat go glug, glug, glug I thought 'How long can I continue having more and more powerful orgasms.' Sadly that was the last one. The following spasms were of decreasing intensity. I was sated. For the second time I thought 'No one has ever done that for me. You must truly love me.' I knew I wouldn't let you go. You were not a Gem. You where a Pearl of great price.

Trista, I love you.

I have always loved you. 

I loved you before I took your anal cherry. You were the most responsive lover that I had ever had. Who would have expected your sexuality, sensual passion and vocal orgasms? The first time I slipped my finger in your ass while I was eating your pussy I knew you loved it from the ear-piercing scream of pleasure. No other lover had ever let me do this to them. You were anally responsive and it would only be a matter of time until you would beg me to fuck your ass. The day that you finally begged me I was just about to blow my load in your luscious pussy with two fingers in your ass. You kept begging as I slid my fingers and cock from your orifices. As the head of my cock touched your asshole you backed onto it. When you had me buried in your ass I touched your clit and you started bucking in orgasm against me. Your bucking and contractions started my own orgasm. Your aura of sound and anal contractions were incredible. I had never felt this way before. For the third time I thought 'No one has ever done that for me. You must truly love me.' I knew I wouldn't let you go, couldn't let you go. We had to survive. I had to marry the mother of my future children. You didn't know it then but I was truly yours.

We are now living that future and you have given me the two most wonderful children I could hope for. I love you and our life together. So now you know the sexual foundation of my love for you. It was all of the special things you had done for me that no one else had. You have done things for me that my slut ex-girlfriend could never do. You have loved me unconditionally and I have trusted you like I could never trust her. I knew that I could live with and trust you for the rest of my life and you with me. Now do you understand why my marriage proposal came so easy? The die was already cast. I was already yours for the asking.

This sexual foundation was built upon three pillars, the minimum for a stable platform. Less than three and you are continually balancing. We have built a lot on this foundation. When you stopped letting me cum in your mouth and finally stopped giving blowjobs altogether it weakened that foundation and it need not be. All of the reasons for stopping that you now give had to be valid before we were married. Yet you did not express them. It was the opposite that you portrayed. You seemed to relish the power it gave you over me. I can only explain your actions as deceitful, a ploy to get your man. If one pillar of the foundation was built on deceit it brings the others into question. Whenever I approach these three subjects you go on defense and then launch an offense. There is no discussion. If you've read this far maybe now you can understand why I feel as strongly as I do about the current blowjob situation.

It is not deceit or illicit sex that destroys marriages; it is the loss of trust and that is the most important pillar in any marriage. The fact that you were better in the sack than my slut ex-girlfriend would not have been nearly enough for a relationship without the absolute trust. You healed my scares and made me love again. That is why even questioning that trust hurts so bad. Trista, I love the way our love life is improving. I can only hope it mirrors my love for you, better every day. Since we have recommitted ourselves to one another it has been terrific. Our walks and talks seem to help clear your mind and it shows in the bedroom. When I recommitted myself to you I made a commitment to myself. I promised to take the time to maintain you properly in bed. The time we've invested together has made going to bed with you a pleasure. It makes me want to invest more time in pleasuring you. I will give you the time you deserve. No wham bam thank you ma'am. It wouldn't be fair to you. It is all or nothing. I hope it has been as fun for you as it has been for me and that I have not been a burden on you.

Trista, I love you.

I have always loved you.

Joe

With the letter finished I had little more to do than contemplate how to avoid the firestorm when Trista came home.

To be continued:

The following chapters will be posted in the category that best fits them. I will post them when they are edited. My intent was to post chapters of a finished story rather than a work in progress. I apologize for that but we still need an editor.



I'm a Beast Ch. 04



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. The story is finished and submitted one chapter a day. By the time you read this most of it will already be submitted. Thank you for your patience and I'm sorry for the delay. Real life comes at you hard and first, be it a comedy or a tragedy. 

Since it's been awhile I've included a synopsis of chapters one through three. If you haven't read them I encourage you to do so, especially if you read this first and enjoy it. 

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Chapter 01 synopsis

Oct 10, 2006 

I grieved for what was and what could have been as I watched my handful of dirt turn to mud on the casket below. The drizzling rain hid the tears in my eyes that betrayed what could have been as my soul soared on the wings of what was. My mind drifted back to that day at the bar where it all began. Just another day like so many before yet so pivotal. I never dreamed it would go this far or end like this.

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My wife who was waiting in bed for my arrival had summoned me from the bar. When I got home I found Trista lying on the bed with her chin in her palm looking seductive and sexy as hell. She had on a sheer leopard robe that accentuated all of her voluptuous curves. There wasn't a single button fastened and I could see she was totally naked under the robe. She looked up at me with those deep green eyes and said, "I'm a beast."

On the way home I'd been wondering what Trista had planned. Was it to be straight sex, a quickie or was it to be some kind of game. Now my heart fluttered at the thought of a little role-playing and I jumped right in. 

"Oh, yeah, baby. You always were a real animal."

"Nooo, I went to the doctor today. His chart said that I'm obese."

Anyone that has been in a similar situation would identify with my 'deer caught in the headlights look'. I was ready for a little role-playing and was now facing a female emotional crisis. Being unable to quickly think of some way to salvage this situation, I decided to stick with my original thought.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You always were a real animal and now I'm your prey." 

A serious animalistic fucking and my first creampie ensued. After it was over we talked and struck a bargain. She would be everything I want in bed simply by doing what I desire while never requesting something that we've not already enjoyed the pleasure of. In return I would be her weight loss-training partner demanding results. If I could keep her from hating me I'll get my hot wife back and possibly receive my first blowjob since I said 'I do'. A win win situation if ever I saw one.

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Chapter 02 synopsis

We walked daily and talked about the life and family issues that so often end up in the bedroom sessions. With the baggage out of the way we could relax and concentrate on our stamina and pleasure. It took six months of hard work and discipline for Trista to get half way to her goal of not being overweight. We planned a night out at the bar to celebrate in her new outfit. While there I learned that Denny, the bouncer, was a school friend of Trista's complete with history.

We had an interesting chat with the barmaid were she confessed, "Oh, no ... I blow him at least once a month. I only swallow every couple of years," while extolling the absolute power and control it gives her over him. For a guy that fucks her so rarely he sure is one lucky bastard. After that hot topic Trista performed an erotic dance and pulled me into it. We both got so worked up that we took our leave and once home had an extremely hot (and absolutely true) anal sex session.

Chapter 03 synopsis

The next morning our walk talk started out promising but degenerated into yet another blowjob argument. In last chance desperation I wrote an erotic and passionate love letter attempting to salvage the situation and put our pact back on course.

Trista, I love you. 

I have always loved you.

I loved you before we made love that very special first time ...

Trista, I love you.

I have always loved you. 

I loved you before you gave me that first blowjob ...

Trista, I love you.

I have always loved you. 

I loved you before I took your anal cherry ...

The Confrontation and Resolution

I had the letter finished when Trista came home. All that remained was to wait for an opportunity to give it to her. When I saw my chance I gave it to her and I asked her to please read it and reflect on it. I told her that we could talk about it on our walk in the morning and left her to read my letter.

There was awkwardness about the evening but that was to be expected. We were both apprehensive about the talk to come. 

When our morning walk finally arrived I broke the silence with, "Well... what did you think about the letter?"

"I was surprised about the anal sex part. I never thought of it as a big deal. It was just something that I liked."

"Well I guess I thought it was."

"So... What do you want to do? Talk about each of these three subjects."

"Yes and in a rational way if we could. I will try to stay calm."

Trista turned and looked at me and replied. 

"I understand. Which subject would you like to discuss first?"

"Why not just take them in order over the next couple of mornings."

"Okay... what do you want to know?"

"Okay. A while ago you had mentioned how close you came once. Something about stopping once you realized someone was trying to enter you."

"Joe... I said I was a virgin, not a nun."

"But your actions and the stories you told from your past portrayed an angel. The mere possibility that someone got that far was inconceivable."

"I told you I came close once."

"The question is how close? I remember the first and last time Harry Dye fucked Chrissy Tawt, he stuck it in, pulled it out, came on her belly and got up and left. What a way to loose your virginity. So ... how close or how deep? How could you not know what was happening until then?"

"He didn't penetrate me. I screamed and made Di... ah him stop when it hurt. It was only then that I realized what he was doing."

"When it hurt?"

"You know... how you hurt me sometimes when you try to put it in."

The truth was I didn't know exactly. Hurt her how? Hurt her when she would try to seductively fuck me without foreplay and her puffy labia was still dry. Or was it when my cock slipped upwards jamming her clit instead of sliding in her tight pussy. In that case her pussy would've been sopping wet and from past experience I knew how it got that way. That would explain how she didn't know what was happening and why she didn't answer that part of my question.

I thought I had gone where no man had gone before. Now I realized that probably only my cock has gone where no cock had gone before and that was only by centimeters. The problem with questions is that often the answers only raise more questions. Did I want to know the answers?

What did I want to know more? How she could 'not know what was happening' or who this 'Di... ah him' was? The bigger questions were why I didn't know something that significant or had I know the fragments and not the context? Was this an intentional deception or a misunderstanding? I was again reminded how questioning that trust hurts so bad. My mind was trying to arrange the few fragments of her past so I inquired, "I thought that was the time you were drinking and spent the night at your friend's house. You woke up with that guy in bed fondling you."

"No that wasn't even close. He left as soon as I started screaming. I had thought I was safe there and I was pissed."

"So that was two different events. I assumed that when you said you came close once that you were talking about the drunken episode. My misunderstanding."

The deception versus misunderstanding question had been answered and I pressed on. "So... who was it or shouldn't I ask?"

Trista replied, "Dick Hairis," in a voice so soft I barely heard her.

"Dick Hairis ... Damn," I thought. He lettered in two sports a year ahead of me. I hadn't known she dated jocks. At the same time I was relieved at the possibility of no deception and that it was not someone I had to face daily. The 'trying to enter her' event had been a recent revelation; another detail that I had no right to ask for. She never asked about my past and I never asked about her's. 

The question of trust and deceit arose from the fact that if I plotted Trista's past on a naiveté scale this detail would be off her chart. It was totally incongruous of the past she presented yet had seemed to fit with the blowjob deceit. As I pondered this I had begun to realize what it must have been like to keep a boyfriend and your virginity. Her virginity had been known and sought after, a prize to be taken. I had won that prize.

Perhaps the most important question was how do I feel about that. I have always known that Trista was a pearl of great price. How rare of a pearl and how great a price I was just now starting to comprehend. It kind of made her hotter in my mind. Many had seen the same virtues in her that I had seen and had sought after them. Many had tried yet I had prevailed where they had failed. I knew that I would be looking forward to our next sexercise session. The primordial instinct to claim my woman was in high gear.

When I arrived home from work that night Trista unexpectedly met me at the door. Before I could say anything she embraced me and applied a lip-lock. Then she drew her crotch into my groin by wrapping her leg around my ass. Obviously her actions spoke louder than anything we could say.

She pulled me towards the couch caressing me all of the way. We were tearing at each other's clothes as we sat down. Her top was the first thing to go therefore freeing her braless breasts. I rolled one nipple in my fingers as I sucked the other. She wiggled out of her dress as I alternated on her nipples. 

When she finished with her dress she started on my pants. I cupped her naked pussy and stood her up to make it easier. My pants fell to the floor and I slipped two fingers into Trista's pussy. She shuddered and ground into my knuckles. Then I guided her to the floor and finger-fucked the shit out of her. We still had not said a word to each other but now there was vocal feedback. Her whines, moans and whimpers were quite positive indeed. It was all of the feedback I needed. I hooked her knees in my elbows and guided her pussy towards my rock hard cock. When it's head parted her puffy lips I thrust it forward hard. As Trista bounced forward I remembered a game we had played in college. 

It was the semester that covered Newton's laws of motion in physics class. I had Trista in a similar position on the bed and was demonstrating how a pendulum would seek equilibrium with a driving force. She was the pendulum; I was the driving force.

There had been a similar reaction here except that Trista had scooted forward a little and I had to move forward for the next thrust. It was more like driving a wheelbarrow than driving a pendulum. Off we went for a few laps around the living room with Trista screaming all of the way. God only knows how many thrusts per lap and how many laps we had gone before I saw the blood stains on the carpet.

It seems that I had forgotten one of Newton's basic laws of motion. For every action there is an equal an opposite reaction. While Trista's weight had been distributed across her entire back mine had been on the knees that were now hamburger. As the sexual intensity ebbed the pain set in.

I sat Trista in the matching rocking chair and again thrust my cock into her now gaping pussy. I slowly rocked her back and forth over my rod. My concentration vacillated between the pleasure in my prick and the pain in my knees. The low energy expenditure of the rocking chair combined with concentrating on the pain over the pleasure allowed me to plow many acres of her fields.

When Trista howled and her pussy clamped hard onto my rod the pleasure overcame my pain and I blasted my seed deep within her. The combination of our juices reduced the friction on my prick to damn near zero. I leaned forward to rest and let my cock soften in a well and truly fucked pussy.

This wasn't our role-playing 'she's an animal' sex. This was raw animalistic sex. Fucking in it's purist form, no talking, no anything, nothing but pleasure, desire and gratification. 'Gratification and consequences' I thought as the blood pooled around my knees.

Placing a hand on each chair arm I lifted myself to a standing position. The pain was bearable in this position. Trista leaned forward and placed my cock into her mouth. My first thought was, "WOW this is the first time she's ever done this. She's never took my cock in her mouth after it's been inside of her." My second thought was, "Why now, I'm in pain and whipped and probably will never orgasm." The pleasure stirred within me and I felt my cock coming back to life. Her tongue licking the underside of my shaft and her lips milking the rim of the head was exquisite. She tried long and hard to make me cum but the pain and fatigue wasn't going to let that happen. I finally spoke when she withdrew her lips from my shaft in resignation.

"What was that all about?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing. You answer first."

I was about to remind her that I asked first but settled for a promise.

"Promise that after I tell you mine you'll tell me yours."

Trista looked to my crotch and said, "I promise."

"Well ... The morning talk got me hot talking about Dick. I mean I never knew you dated guys like that. It made me proud to get the girl. Every time I thought of it I wanted to ravage you and dominate. You just happened to provide an excellent opportunity. Okay, now it's your turn."

Trista straightened in the chair and looking into my eyes said, "My answer is similar to yours." I knelt into the blood on the carpet to she her at eye level. The pain be damned. This was a time for tenderness, not domination. She continued as I stroked her legs.

"Dick is the common theme. He's a memory I've successfully suppressed until today. Although I've been open and honest about Dick I realize that situation caused me to deceive you, to deceive myself. There was no deceit about Dick. That confusion was the result of your assumption. Until now I never realized how afraid I was of losing you. I gave it all to you because I loved you and I knew you loved me. Dick never showed that love and just wanted to fuck. The deceit ... "

Trista faltered and looked to her lap. I cupped her face in my hand and looked into her eyes saying, "It's okay baby. It's okay." She continued, "I ... I gave it all to you. I was convinced I had to blow you to keep you. By suppressing my distaste of cum I, in turn deceived you with my feigned enjoyment of the taste. I deceived myself into believing it wasn't deceit, it was what I had to do to keep you. I'm so glad I didn't make a mistake by giving myself to you but back then I just didn't know. I was afraid of another Dick episode. I'm sorry for the deceit and I'm sorry for the suspicion cast on the Dick Hairis incident. I just never got over the taste so ... "

"Oh baby ... I never knew. You're forgiven. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but it does explain a lot."

"Let me finish. To answer your question, that was my way of expressing how much I love you and how sorry I am. The good news is that I've found that I don't mind our combined taste if the mood is right. I didn't mind it during animal sex or tonight. You just have to get me hot enough."

"Wow baby, you can express that love anytime. That's a big discovery and one heck of a starting point. I've got visions of dribble, 69, dribble, 69 then power fuck."

"I thought you would enjoy this."

I stood up hand in hand with this vulnerable creature, my wife. I gently pulled her from the chair to get cleaned and clothed. She had started it and I had merely finished it. I had claimed my woman and she unloaded a burden she had carried to long.

Yes there had been consequences from that night of unrestrained passion. The primary one was that it made our morning walks uncomfortable for awhile. It served as a constant reminder for the next week. We covered the remaining issues outlined in the letter during that week. I felt that I had been successful in getting Trista to understand how I feel about the lack of blowjobs and how it fit into my world. She in turn had reaffirmed that she was more than a Technical Virgin, she was virginal in every way. Also I had a clearer understanding where blowjobs fit into her world. The two pillars of the foundation were never in danger. She admitted reasons for her deceit concerning the third pillar and demonstrated her willingness. She never gave me any reason to not trust her, unlike that cheating slut ex-girlfriend she tries to live up to. The absolute faith and trust I have with Trista is one of the real reasons I married her. I joke that the reason I married her was that I never found a good reason to get rid of her. There is truth in that because people are who they are. If there is something you can't stand you're probably not going to change it. Now that we understood the situation we were trying harder.

A week later I ran into Denny at happy hour at the bar. I sat down on the corner barstool separating him and the guy he was talking to. Denny asked me, "How is Trista doing?"

"She's fine. Thank you for asking," I replied in a formal tone. Denny then looks at the guy on the other side of me and says, "You know Trista, Trista Mars." Denny then looks at me and introduces us.

"Joe this is Jake Turner, Jake... Joe Horn, Trista's husband. Jake graduated with Trista and me."

Jake said, "I haven't seen Trista in years. I probably wouldn't recognize her but she used to be hot."

Denny spoke right up, "Oh you would recognize her and she's still hot," to which I replied, "Yes ... but she isn't a beast anymore."

"I'll bet she's still a real animal though," answered Denny.

We all laughed and Denny proceeded to fill in Jake on our little inside joke. After that we talked a little more and Jake said, "I married Tracy," as if there was only one Tracy in town. In reality there was only one well-known Tracy. I asked, "Tracy, Tracy Coon?" Jake replied with a yes and now I was stuck for something to say.

It was a surreal situation. Here I was sitting with Denny who my wife whipped and Jake whose wife I tried to fuck in my youth. Not only that but also Jake thinks my wife is hot and his wife died from cancer less than six months ago. I truly was at a loss for words. Finally I said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Tracy also graduated with you and Trista didn't she?"

"Yes she did. How did you know Tracy?"

It was getting awkward. How do you tell someone that you used to sniff around his wife at underage parties when we were younger?

"I ah... I'd seen her around at various parties when we were younger. If I remember correctly she was pretty hot also."

"Yes she was right up until she died and yes she did like her alcohol."

Finally it was getting a little easier. He seemed comfortable with who and what his wife was. I thought of the similarities and differences between Tracy and Trista. Even before Tracy had died I felt that I got the better deal. I tried to steer the conversation to a more neutral topic.




I'm a Beast Ch. 04



"Did Tracy and you have any children?"

"Yes we did, a little girl five years ago. That was a year before they found the cancer."

"I'm sure Tracy cherished her. I was always concerned that I might die before my children were old enough to remember me. Your little girl must be devastated but she will remember and cherish her memories of Tracy."

I thought I had really stepped in the shit now. Although I'd changed the subject from Tracy it looked as though this new one was going to really choke Jake up.

"Yes Mindy and Tracy were really close. Mindy is coping but it is so hard being a dad and mom for her. We both grieve for her," Jake said with a tear running down his cheek. He pulled a long drink from his beer and continued telling of the happier times when they had dated, married and lived their lives together. It was an awkward conversation to say the least. When Jake and my beer were finished I started to extricate myself from the situation. I started with Jake.

"Well Jake... I wish Mindy and you the best of luck. I can't begin to imagine how hard it is to deal with your loss and talk about it. However I do believe that as long as a person is cherished and remembered they're not truly gone."

Denny offered, "I'll drink to that," as we clinked our bottles together.

Denny continued, "To Tracy say one say you all."

"To Tracy," we all said.

I turned to Denny and said, "Trista should be home waiting for me by now. I wouldn't want to miss anything."

"Yes ... I can understand that," said Denny.

I turned to Jake and said my good-byes.

"Bye Jake. It was nice meeting you. Trista and I will keep Mindy and you in our prayers."

"Nice meeting you too Joe and thank you."

Turning to Denny I said, "I'll see you later," and walked out of the bar.

When I got home I told Trista that I ran into Denny at the bar. She asked, "How are Denny and Pat doing?"

"Denny is doing fine. Pat wasn't there and her name didn't come up. Yours did though."

"Oh... What did you say?"

"I didn't, Denny did."

I had Trista's full attention now. She looked at me with a gleam in her eye. 

"What did he say?"

"He introduced me to Jake Turner as your husband. Jake said that he hadn't seen you in years and that he probably wouldn't recognize you. He said that you used to be hot. Denny said he would recognize you and that you're still hot."

Trista smiled at me but the gleam in her eyes had dulled a little.

"I dated Jake in school. He is the one that took me parking at the cove."

I remembered that story but now I wanted to know where this fragment fit in her puzzle of life. She had told me that she had shot the guy down. Trista had represented her's as a paragon of virtue and now I knew how hard it had been.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"There's really nothing to tell."

As Trista was talking I noticed she was avoiding eye contact with me. She continued, "After our date he pulled into the cove. Of course I knew what he wanted but a girl can always hope her date is a gentlemen."

"Did Jake get his tongue bit when he tried to French you?"

"Hell no, he didn't even get close. When he put the moves on me I asked him to take me home. That was the end of the date and us. He never asked me out again."

I had heard about the parking incident at the cove. I had heard about the tongue-biting incident. Now I knew for sure that they were parts of different incidents. Now I had a name and face to go with the Cove incident. It had been these fragments of facts that Trista had used to paint her paragon of virtue picture. It was these fragments of facts that had made it inconceivable that Dick Hairis would have ever gotten as far as he did.

"I remember you telling me about that. What's for dinner," I asked changing the subject.

"Taco's. Would you like to fry the tortillas or steam them."

As we were walking to the kitchen I answered, "Fry them. I'll steam your taco after dinner."

Trista laughed as we got the frying pan out. I had placed another piece in the puzzle of Trista's past. The picture that puzzle was making made me appreciate the troubles Trista endured while dating and shamed me for what I had put her through. She had been so afraid of losing me and I had been such a beast. At this point our future was so bright we had to wear shades. Plenty of time later for tears. 

***

The four following chapters will be posted in the category that best fits them.



I'm a Beast Ch. 05



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. The story is finished and submitted one chapter a day.

Seventh Month

It was about a month later when I saw the advertisement. The next latest and greatest network cameras were coming out and the old latest and greatest was now at the leading edge of affordable. Our house has been fitted with webcams since they were the leading edge. They were dependent on third party websites for viewing on the WWW. Many sites had proven unreliable or unreputable. Couple that with running a program and a computer all the time limited the reliability of 24/7 coverage. The cameras rarely ran anymore and were largely ignored.

These new network cameras have an Http server built into them. The only person responsible for dependable 24/7 coverage was I. I owned and operated all of the equipment. As long as I had a WWW connection and kept the modem, router and cameras operational and powered they were online. I knew I could do that so I placed the fateful order.

When the network cameras arrived I replaced a couple of the webcams with them. Although I pointed them out to the family and explained that they could be accessed from anywhere anytime they were still ignored. Life was just another day with the cam.

One morning Trista was doing her squats in front of the fireplace. The dogs were lying at her feet. This was one of their regular spots so a camera was pointed at it. I happened to have the laptop plugged into the plasma TV so I pulled up the camera. "Trista, look at the TV," I said. She turned her head to look.

"All I see is the dogs and my legs."

"Squat."

She squatted and replied, "Now I see. Not a bad view," and hiked up her nightshirt exposing her ass.

"It's much better now but I bet I can make it better."

"How?"

I walked to the CAM and unplugged it from it's power cable. The built in UPS would keep it powered for awhile. Then I placed it between Trista's legs pointed upward. The picture on the screen was dark because it was dark under her nightshirt. I said, "Lift your shirt and let in some light." As she lifted her shirt and the picture cleared she said, "Ouh that's better."

"Do you think so? Do a squat."

We watched her pussy lips spreading as she started downward. They where spread wide and her vagina was gaping when she reached the natural balance point at the bottom of her squat. "Honey... it doesn't get any better than that. Can you see why I love you squatting on my rod? It just glides right in."

"Now I do. So ... Are you sure it doesn't get any better than this," she asked as she started to stand back up. We could clearly see her muscles clenching her pussy shut tight.

"Oh my god," I said.

"It may not look any better than that but believe me... that sure feels better. It glides right in and you milk it on the outstroke. It's the whole rhythm I like."

"Well this adds a new dimension to my sexercise. Now that I understand why it's not work, it's practice."

I laughed and said, "I only wish I was under you for every stroke."

She asked, "So ... How did you get the camera set up so quick?"

"I explained before that it's not always on, it's always ready. Any computer on our network can access the camera at any time with a browser."

"Just our network? Not the internet."

"Not now but it's possible. I'd have to configure the router," I replied

"Can you do that?"

"Well, yeah I can do it. It might take a little work."

"I mean can you do it now?"

"Yeah I can do it. Why, what do you have in mind?"

"Nothing. Just a little teasing maybe. Maybe at work. You just never know."

"That could prove to be interesting. Here, sit down beside me. We'll see what we can do."

She sat down beside me as I opened a browser on the Laptop. A few keystrokes later and I was on the security page for the router. It was a simple task to forward the Http port to the network camera. I said, "Okay, our domain name is now pointed to the camera."

"Can anyone see it now?"

"Yes, anywhere in the world for now."

I toggled the browser to the security page for the network cameras and paged to the user name and password section. I asked Trista for a username and password and entered them. 

"Now only someone with this username and password can view the camera," I said.

"You're sure it won't end up on some website."

"It would have to be a damn good and damn patient hacker. I'm sure he would view a lot of dull action before he hit pay dirt. The more time on the network the more the chance of intrusion detection. The odds of hitting pay-dirt before detection are very slim."

Trista shook her head in acknowledgment. I'd lived up to my promise to 'investigate the technical end of it' and it was done right. I had the proper equipment and software. Now all I needed was the right people and Trista in the right mood for fantasy fulfillment. 

Trista looked at me and asked, "Does this mean you can see me on the Cam from work?"

"Yes"

"Will you promise me that you and only you will watch from work?"

"Yes"

"Okay if you promise that then I'll promise to squat in front of the fireplace whenever I walk by. See if you can catch me daydreaming about gliding up and down your rod. I'll bet your productivity declines from all of the time spent on the cam."

"Oh you think so. I'll bet my productivity increases from all of the time spent in the office. A lot of paperwork is going to get done."

"You'll just have to keep your eyes open. You never know what you might see."

She looked at the camera still on the floor and asked, "How long can the camera run on it's battery?"

"Thanks for reminding me. I've got to get it plugged back in before its battery backup goes dead. It'll only run about twenty minutes before it dies."

A thought came to me before I got up for the camera. I said, "Do you see this Icon here on the desktop. It's a recording program. You can record the camera with it. You can't record when viewing with a browser. Why don't you go over and do a squat or two while I record it."

"No No. It's one thing to be on camera. It's something entirely different when you're going to save it for posterity."

I've been learning lately to choose your battles. This wasn't a battle but there was resistance. It would be better to push this subject later. I got up to plug in the camera. When I finished I turned and said, "I'm going to the office (our code word for the bar). Would you like to come along?"

"No ... I think I'll stay here and get some things done. Call me if Sue is there and I'll reconsider."

"Okay," I replied as I turned to leave.

There wasn't much going on at the bar so I was back home an hour later. I wasn't home long before I remembered that I'd left an important paper at the bar. I told Trista and left to go back and pick it up.

When I walked into the bar again somebody I've never seen before stepped up to me and said, "You'll have to pay a cover charge." I had been there just a half hour ago and I knew Denny was the doorman / bouncer that night and if there was a cover charge it would be his responsibility to see that I hadn't made it through the door without paying. Besides, there hasn't been a cover charge in ten years and there sure wasn't anything special going on now. I kept walking and said, "The hell I do." The barmaid Liz was waiting for me when I made it to the bar. As I was talking to her the guy that I've never seen before walks up trying to impress Liz and says, "Hey I was only joking. You don't have to be an ass about it." Liz and I are just looking at this guy wondering WTF. My momma told me that a joke is supposed to be funny and I wasn't laughing. I said, "I'm not the one being an ass," and turned back to Liz. I was thinking this guy tries to shake me down, interrupts my conversation with Liz and he calls ME an ass. What an ass! My train of thought is interrupted by, "WHAT... You think I'm an ass?" As I turned back to face him I saw Denny slide in behind him. Denny turned him around and was in his face asking

"Who's being an ass?"

"Iiii ammmaa."

"I thought so. Look; don't come in here and fuck with the customers. I know Joe and Liz and they look annoyed. My advice to you is calm down and behave."

"Oookay. I'm sorry."

The stranger disappeared into the crowd and Denny asked, "What the hell was all that about? I had my eye on him when he started to follow you." Once Liz and I told him the story Denny laughed and said, "What an ass."

"Precisely," I said and we all broke out laughing. Inside I was wondering 'What the hell was all that about? Was I so naive that I hadn't seen the danger? Was the protection that Denny had provided Trista now extended to include me?' As I thought about it I decided that it was much better to have Denny on my side than against me. He hasn't done anything but demonstrate friendship and comradery.

*** Cam Discovery

I had just settled into my office chair after having lunch at home with Trista. As I pulled up the tooling reports for that week I opened a browser on a whim. I remembered our deal with one another and I knew that she would probably be in the living room. The most I expected to see would be a squat. The least would be Trista walking by and not squatting and then I could tease her about reneging on our deal. 

When the image appeared on the screen my expectations where shattered. Not simply shattered but blown beyond all belief. The camera wasn't pointed at the fireplace. It was pointed toward the couch and there on the screen before me was Trista dressed in a Teddy with her leg on the coffee table fingering her exposed pussy. She turned and bent over placing her hands on the coffee table thus exposing her muff in all of it's glory.

When I started to collect my thoughts they coalesced towards my fantasy. Trista had taken our talks seriously and she was making attempts towards bringing them to fruition. Yeah, that's what was going on. That's got to be it. Doesn't it?

I paged my secretary and told her that I didn't want to be interrupted. I needed to concentrate on the analysis. This was not an unusual request. My only problem would be producing the results before the meeting. Trista was going to make sure that she was going to win the productivity part of our deal. I knew that I wasn't going to get a damn thing done as I turned my attention back to the screen. 

Trista picked up her romance novel from the coffee table and nestled into the crook of the couch. She placed her feet together and spread her legs until her right knee rested against the back of the couch. Her free hand slid under a pillow and retrieved her purple D cell vibrator. The vibrator slid into her pussy as she raised the romance novel to eye level. I could hear the throbbing vibrations as her toy slid in and out of her. I knew that it was only a matter of time before she would be lost in fantasy and her body would follow. 

While observing Trista's masturbation technique I noticed that at the bottom of her plunge she would give the vibrator a little twist. A little more twist than I could humanly do. Maybe I could incorporate a rocking motion while spooning and simulate a twist. As I thought of what I would do with Trista I realized that my rock hard cock was rolling in my hand. I thought, "Oh well lets go with the flow," and started stroking with Trista's thrusts.

After a couple of minutes Trista changed her technique. She let the tip ride along her clit before tipping it down and plunging in. She pulled her hand back towards her clit as she withdrew it up her slit with the tip massaging her anus from the inside. Mesmerized at the site I thought, "I can and have done that. The only thing I can't do is vibrate."

A few minutes of this had her moaning, "Auhh ... Ouhh ... Eaa," over and over. Her hips arched and her book dropped. I stroked harder and faster matching her quickening pace. I reached for a tissue on my desk when Trista's moans turned to wails. 

Trista pulled her knees against her breasts while screaming, "aaughhhhhheee." The vibrator was ejected from her pussy and was now a projectile. It was a sight to behold. It had taken me years to learn that her knees to the breast routine that usually stopped her current activity wasn't Trista fighting her orgasm. It was her orgasm.

Her pussy would be sopping wet now and I imagined how velvety slick it would feel. That thought brought me over the edge reaffirming that sex truly is a mental game. My balls tightened and I came into the tissue with a force I seldom do. I didn't realize that I was that close as I was lost in our passion. My cock twitched again when Trista gave her final shake and quiver.

This is much better than one of those webcam sites since I knew the subject on such an intimate level. Some of the women on those sites go off line right after coming. They're done and if your not, to bad. When Trista got up and did the same thing I felt fortunate for our mutual timing. Trista didn't do exactly the same thing but she did turn the camera back towards the fireplace and disappear. It was the same as saying, "goodbye, the show's over." I started cleaning with the tissue and reached for another thinking, "this is going to be a long day."

Trista and I hadn't done anything close to this in a long time. The productivity battle had been lost and I could hardly wait until my shift ended so I could get home to some unfinished business. 

Trista met me at the door dressed in sweats when I got home from work. I asked her, "What did you do this afternoon?"

"I cleaned a little."

Now there's an answer I didn't expect. I'd thought she'd put on a show just for me. Now I wondered. She was always coming up with these little surprises. I'd expected her to be all bubbly and giggly at the door but she acts like nothing happened.

"Oh ... and what did you do after I left," I asked. The look of apprehension and then relief flickered briefly across her face. The bubbly and giggly Trista returned and she said, "I don't know, a couple of squats maybe. I think it was just about when you got back to work. Didn't you see them?"

I tried to suppress my grin as I thought, "Squats indeed," and it wasn't squats in my mind. With an assured look she continued in a sultry voice, "I saw the light come on and knew you were watching so I decided to tease you. Did it work? Was I a tease?"

This is what I'd been expecting when I first walked in. Something wasn't right but I could not figure out what it was. We were at the couch now and I was remembering the afternoon while thinking about tonight. Trista placed her hand on my crotch as we were sitting and I heard her say, "I guess it worked, you're hard at least."

I realized that I was hard and struggled to cover my lapse, "What? Oh yeah ... It worked. I was just thinking what an understatement 'squats' was. You see what it's still doing to me."

Trista stroked me and giggled, "Tell me about it. What you saw, what you did, what you thought, did you get interrupted. Tell me everything."

When we sat down I told her about getting to work and how I pulled up the tooling report and the network camera.

"I got involved in the report and when I looked at the camera, WOW there was that lovely pussy of yours staring at me. You were bent over the coffee-table."

She had an eager yet concerned look on her face. As I continued the story she relaxed and enjoyed my rendition of the day's events. When I had finished my story I was going to ask for her version but before I could ask she asked, "So the first thing you saw was me bent over the coffee-table? You missed everything before."

"Well ... Yeah, I guess. What did I miss? What did you do?"

She hesitated as though she was trying to think of what to say. I sensed something but dismissed it as her trying to think about where to start. She answered, 

"I prepared for this surprise. Everything was stashed under the couch so I got the Teddy and held it up to the camera. I was hoping you would understand and play along. I stepped out of view and dressed. When I stepped into view I did a pirouette to the middle. Then I didn't know what to do. It had all started with squats so I did a couple of them long and slow. Then I thought that it was kind of lame. I thought it would be easy, that it would come natural. Then I realized not come natural, be natural. So I bent over and looked at the camera through my legs exposing myself the way you like. For some reason the blood rushing to my head made me dizzy so I sat on the coffee table with my head at my knees. It was to collect my thoughts as well as balance. The spell passed so I stood up and put a foot on the coffee table. I fingered myself then to get us going. I wish I could've seen the look on your face. That's when I bent over for you again only this time I kept my head up over the coffee-table."

I broke in with, "I think this is where I came in. It was a shocked and didn't know what to do except role with it."

"It looks like you saw the good stuff. I'm glad you made it."

At this point something started gnawing at my subconscious. Trista continued her version and I continued trying to grasp that fleeting thought. The rest of her version pretty much agreed with my memory enabling me to continue chasing that thought. It was a difficult task because my memories and her rendition were keeping me hard. When she finish with, "So I turned the camera back towards the fireplace and got dressed," it came to me.

She couldn't have squatted, gathered her toys, her outfit and changed in time. I knew it had only been a minute between bringing up the browser and seeing Trista. Even if it had been a few minutes it still wouldn't be enough time. I couldn't have triggered her little exhibition when I pulled up the camera, but if I didn't then who did. "Hackers," I questioningly thought, "no ... couldn't be," but I looked at the camera on light just to make sure. Later I would have to check for network intrusions but for now we were out of the camera's field of view. I had been in a state of arousal all afternoon and this evenings events had only heightened them. To top it off Trista was sitting in the exact spot where she masturbated. We have never made love on her new couch and I decided to rectify that.

I got down on my knees between her legs like I've been so many times before. The grin was pasted on my face left no doubt of my intentions for Trista. She edged closer to me and I grasped her by her ass to help. When I was comfortable I leaned forward and buried my face between her breasts. Trista giggled when I shook my head between them like dog shacking water. As I kneaded her ass I worked her sweats down as far as I could. Trista lifted her bottom and I slid them down to her knees while I continued nuzzling between her luscious breasts. I could not get them to her ankles in my present position so I nipped each nipple before straightening up. Her response was as expected, "Ouch! Take it easy on them."

My pat response was, "You know there is a fine line between pleasure and pain."

"Yeah but let's start with the pleasure before the pain."

Taking a page from my Dale Carnage training I replied with an enthusiastic, "I can do that," and slid her sweats to her ankle as I buried my face into her luscious mound. Trista wiggled out of the sweats at her ankles as I licked the length of her slit. Trista relaxed and was moaning from my ministrations. This feedback only intensified my efforts, which intensified her moaning as well. We were lost in our passion and oblivious to our surroundings. Being on my knees with my ass in the air and face buried in Trista's pussy must have excited the dogs. This was our first time on the couch so they had never seen us in this position. My attention to Trista's pussy was broken when I felt something on my ass. It didn't take long to realize that our Black Lab, Butch was nuzzling my ass and Trista was close to orgasm. 'Why now?' I thought as I raced to her orgasm. I move my ass a little to dissuade Butch and it worked for a short time. When I was totally involved in pussy once again Butch returned. Trista screamed as I moved side to side trying to get away from Butch. It was obvious that she was very close to orgasm so I concentrated my licking to her clit sending he over the edge. As her body started to shake Butch zeroed in on my asshole (tangy) and slurped loudly. Fearful of being mounted and fucked I laughed and straightened up between he legs. Trista asked why I quit eating and I told her.




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She said, "No he didn't," and I said, "Yes he did! Didn't you hear him slurping?"

She replied, "I thought that was you."

We both erupted in laughter as I rammed my cock into her soaking pussy. I kept an eye on Butch as I pounded in and out of Trista. Eventually Butch was forgotten and I was lost in my passions while thanking God for this woman. Trista was groaning beneath me with each matching thrust. I reveled in the passion of the moment buoyed by Trista's attempt to validate my fantasy.

When my mind brushed the thought that a hacker had violated our privacy that primordial instinct to claim my woman returned. Although it was not a physical violation it was a pretty big violation. I realized that I had instinctively maximized my stroke. I was aware of her pussy clenching the head of my cock as it withdrew till only the tip remained to pilot the impending thrust.

I had not been aware of the pain stabbing at the end of my cock, but I was now. Trista cervix, denying me entrance was forcing my cock to stretch her Vagina towards her bowels. Backings off seemed the natural thing to do, if it was hurting me it must surely be hurting her.

Trista screamed, "No Nooo ... Faster harder."

I replied, "I thought I was hurting you."

"Fuck me. Ohhh fuuck mee."

And I did. The head of my cock mushroomed splaying the urethra as I pounded at the back of her vagina. Every flash of pain I felt brought another scream of ecstasy from Trista. Her hips ground at my every thrust. 

"Fuck me. Just fuck me," Trista Chanted as her mantra. I grunted in return, "I ... Am ... I ... Am," as I pulled her into me harder. Trista lost her rhythm and stiffened at the onslaught. 

"Fuck ... me... Joey."

"Fuck ... you ... It's Mr. Joe to you."

That was all it took to push her over the precipice and her pussy clenched my cocked and loaded cock. I buried the head at her cervix as her rippling spasms exploded my cock into it. 

"That one's gonna Knock you up."

I said while blasting jet after jet of cum deep into her womb.

"Noough ... I ... Can't," she wailed between shakes. Of course She was correct. She had a tubule after our son was born and the mere thought of a pregnancy at her age sent a shiver down her spine. That shiver with a quiver was one of the finest sensations I ever felt. I fell spent upon her and whispered, "You thought you where getting an empty nest, not a bun in the oven."

"The only buns in the oven around here better be my homemade hotdog buns."

My mind drifted thinking about her marvelous baking. A vision of my cock in a bun drifted by. I snapped back to reality when Trista put the bun in the oven. I commented, "My hotdog loves your oven. It's so hot we can do without the bun."

"I really do love you and the children but I am looking forward to an empty nest. I don't think I could handle having another one."

"You and me both and I'm looking forward to a lot more of this. This has been quite a day. I love the new you. Well you Know I loved the old you also but you Know what I mean."

"That makes it all worth while. It was a bit of work you Know. Speaking of 'quite a day' I haven't heard the details of your day."

Trista's comment reminded me about the events of the day. The potential hacker was high on the list but not at the top.

"WOW! That's one hell of a story. I'll tell you about it tonight in bed. I'll meet you upstairs after I do something on the computer."

"Okay, but don't take to long."

"I hope it won't but believe me I'll get there as fast as I can."

Trista giggled and grabbed her clothes. When she ran to the stairs the implication was clear. The race was on and I was in.

When I got to the computer I pulled up a browser and went to the camera security page. There was the tab for the history log. My heart sank when I saw the dozens and dozens of camera hits from a variety of IP addresses. It was obviously more than the work and home addresses. It sank further when I saw that someone else had logged on seven minutes before I did this afternoon. Although this only confirmed a nagging suspicion it meant someone had seen the show that was meant for my eyes only. I felt violated and robbed but not nearly what Trista would feel when she found out. Someone was going to pay if I could help it.

I copied the history into a spreadsheet for some analysis. There was a total of five IP's that had connected leaving three after excluding home and work. In the final analysis there was probably one and only one user with a changing IP because they had the same base IP and the timelines didn't overlap. What no spread sheet analysis could show stood out to me like a sore thumb. The base IP was the same as ours. Our ISP was a local regional provider. The fact that the base was the same implied that hacker/intruder was also local. There was urgency for answers like whom, how and why. 

The firewall logs would provide some insight. I searched the log for entries that coincided with the first camera entry and found what I needed but certainly not what I was looking for. There was one successful login and absolutely no rejections. This was no hacker; this was someone with a username and password. The odds of cracking it on the 1st attempt had to be in the trillions to one range. The logs failed to show any intrusions, only guests. That lead to one conclusion. It was pretty much confirmed that Trista had given out the user name and password. 

The 'how' questions seems to be answered but what about 'who and why'. My inside contact at the local ISP could help with the 'who'. That left the 'why' squarely in Trista's lap. Only she could answer these questions and there is something to answer for. I sent an e-mail explaining the situation and attached my analysis to my contact before running upstairs. If everything works out I'll have some answers tomorrow.

***

The three following chapters will be posted in the category that best fits them. 



I'm a Beast Ch. 06



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. The story is finished and submitted one chapter a day.

***

A Meeting of the Minds

The next morning before our walk I stumbled down the stairs to check if my inside contact had e-mailed me. If he replied with the information I needed the walk-talk would prove interesting indeed. My heart skipped and my breathing stopped as I read his reply. The sensitivity of the situation increased dramatically and threatened to derail all of our progress towards my fantasy. How to approach this development weighed heavy on my mind as I prepared for the upcoming walk.

***

We had walked about a half of a mile when the perfect opportunity presented itself. I tentatively broached the sensitive situation.

"Trista ... there is something I need to know about yesterday. Is there something you haven't told me that I should be concerned about?"

Trista skipped and laughed, "Of course there's a lot I haven't told you and there's more to come ... if you're lucky."

"Lucky is what I'm hoping for. Yesterday you were awesome but when I got home last night you seemed a little apprehensive. After the show you gave me I expected a bubbly greeting but what I got was the cleaning routine. Maybe we were just being coy with each other but I didn't get bubbly until I confirmed the afternoon events. Then there is the question of timing."

"Timing," Trista questioned before answering, "Yesterday afternoon was a pretty big step for me. I didn't know what ... wasn't sure of your response. I was so glad once I knew that you enjoyed it. Now what's this timing thing?"

"I think you could be reasonably sure of my response. Are you sure that you weren't sure it was me ... at least in the beginning?"

Apprehension returned and her eyes went to the pavement before us. When our eyes locked I confirmed her fears by nodding my head 'yes'. Trista softly asked, "What did you mean by 'in the beginning'?"

"Well ... that's were the timing comes in. You saw the camera light and held the teddy up to it. I came on line about a minute or two before you bent over the coffee-table with your head up." I watched the look of recognition dawning on her face but the words were still coming. "How many minutes between that and the light? I think to many."

Trista's face was red and flushed and I knew that was not because we were walking up hill at the moment. It was because she just had her suspicions confirmed. I suspect her concerned look last night when I mentioned 'bent over the coffee-table' was because she already suspected.

Trista's next statement surprised me, "Damn ... that's not what I'd call lucky. We... I had so much more planned. Yes I suspected something but I dismissed it after some rationalization. The answer to your question is, 5 or 6 minutes and yes that's to long."

Regaining my composer I asked, "Who is we and did you give someone our password?"

Her hang dog look said more than her conflicted, "Well ... Devilish-Darcy ... yes and no."

I closed the gap between us and took her hand. She said, "You know, don't you."

"Some things but not all. From the network logs and Rick at the ISP I pretty much know who has the password but not how. Why don't you just start at the beginning."

Trista relaxed visibly and started the Devilish-Darcy saga.

"I found your old book mark for the webcam site. It seemed like a good idea to investigate your webcam fantasy ... You know ... Chat about it anonymously with someone. This one woman looked familiar ... Not like someone you know but like a face in the crowd, Kind of like the girl next door but not the girl next door. Do you know what I mean ... Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand ... Like you know you know someone but you cannot for the life of you figure out who or remember where." 

"That's it exactly. Well there was this familiar looking woman with the username Devilish-Darcy and I thought that it was ironic that I had chosen Angel for my username when I signed up to the website. It was like destiny or something. We started chatting as she continued chatting with the group of woman that she'd been chatting with. I told her about your webcam fantasy and asked about her flashing of breasts previously."

My eyebrows raised considerably and it did not escape Trista's attention.

"What," she asked in mock indignation.

"I'm sorry. I was trying to envision the girl next door but not the girl next door and when you mentioned breasts ... I imagined Lori's. You know ... the girl next door."

Trista's face reddened slightly and she said, "You can get Lori's breasts out of your mind. Devilish-Darcy's were much bigger. Much!"

"Oh ... So you've noticed Lori's pert little breasts with their eraser sized nipples and tiny little aureoles."

"No I've not noticed but you can't miss tiny little," she said as she hefted her own breasts pumping up her ample cleavage.

"No, not tiny little breast ... tiny little aureoles ... a pert C cup ... "

"Okay, okay ... Enough about Lori's breasts. I asked Devilish-Darcy about flashing her breasts and she said her boyfriend had dared her to flash a guy on the net and so she did. She said that it was going to be a great evening from the looks of the comments they were getting. I asked her what she meant exactly and I think she said they were going to fuck the hell out of each other ... That both of them were already turned on. We chatted a little more before she introduced the other girls in her click. They were very friendly and we've been chatting off and on for about a month."

I asked, "On and off for a month ... what have you been chatting about for a month?"

Trista gave me that 'It's so obvious' look and said, "Yes" and I finished with, "terday. Yes of course. Sorry for interrupting you, please continue."

"Well, Devilish-Darcy helped me with my confidence and suggested some ways to ease into it. The private webcam show for you was one of her suggestions. She convinced me to try it and see how things went ... and now," her voice faltered, "It was all for you and now God only knows who else saw me."

I stopped and took her into my arms to comfort and reassure her.

"For one thing we do know who it was and it was only one person."

I suppressed my inner indignation and said with as much conviction as I could muster, "Remember the couple of times on our vacations when someone walked in on us. You never stopped screwing and told them to come back later. You explained that they were strangers and you would never see them again so modesty was optional. This is not too much different but the big difference is that this wasn't an accident. It does raise the question of what the differences would be, you know, what's acceptable and what's not and why. Try thinking if someone saw you naked and truly admired and desired what he saw, knowing that he could never possess you, who would you choose to see you. I know that you believe me when I profess my love for you but I'm sure you discount it somewhat as routine. There must be someone you'd like to impress. Just relax, picture it in your mind and think about the differences."

Trista looked up at me and said emphatically, "I do believe you love me and it's never routine. It's nice to turn heads at the Junction, seeing their desire is good for my self esteem but ... "

"But what," I inquired.

"There isn't one of them that sparks desire in me. You're all I desire but I will think about it."

With the groundwork laid for the ultimate revelation to come I tried to steer the conversation back to Devilish-Darcy. 

"That's all I can ask for but the question we're trying to answer now is how did it happen. Can you tell me how Devilish-Darcy helped with your confidence?"

Trista turned from me and we resumed walking, "I was complaining about my weight and she asked for my height. I knew why she wanted it and when I told her she bet that curvy was probably a better description than over-weight. She was reassuring and said I was probably gorgeous and that it was too bad that I didn't have a webcam. She directed me to the cams of some of the friends she was chatting with. She said that all of them had gotten naked in front of the cam for some private exhibitions. Sweetheart ... except for maybe Devilish-Darcy I looked as good or better than all of them. I was feeling better about my self and more confident. Maybe I was craving more compliments ... maybe just enough to follow through on your private show ... but as the friendship grew I eventually gave her the password. When she saw me she said 'damn girl ... I knew you were gorgeous' and I was hooked. After the yesterdays show started I began to think that you came on line early. Before long I was wondering if maybe Devilish-Darcy logged on and I was hoping it was my imagination. As soon as I finished the show I checked with Devilish-Darcy and she swore that she hadn't logged on or gave the password to anyone. So, yes I gave the password to Devilish-Darcy and no to anyone else."

"You mentioned Devilish-Darcy's boyfriend dared her to flash her breasts. Did she say his name or ever mention him again?"

Trista's pace unconsciously slowed as she delved deep into her memories before saying, "She once said that she couldn't answer for a while because she was at her boyfriend's house and he had to answer someone in the chat room. Just after that a guy said 'yeah, she's waiting' and start rambling on. I remember backtracking to see whose question he was answering. When I found them I saw Devilish-Darcy mentioned so I assumed they were talking to her boyfriend. I'm not sure but I think his username was 'Snake69'. No, it was 'Snake96' because I remember thinking 'Snake69' must have already been taken."

My coughing fit halted her trip down memory lane. I had damn near choked thinking, "That asshole Jake 'the Snake' couldn't even get that right." Now I knew the 'whom and how' but not the 'why'. I had a good idea why and it might work to my favor in the upcoming revelations. It also occurred to me that it could just as easily backfire, as these were uncharted waters. When I regained my composure I said, 

"That and your previous comment 'Devilish-Darcy looked familiar' reminded me of something. Back in my webcam viewing days I too found someone that looked familiar. When she was doing one of her performances I finally realized who she reminded me of. Then I checked her out closely and couldn't eliminate my suspicions and in fact they were strengthened. I just knew she was someone I had desperately wanted to fuck before I met you and I'm afraid I fucked you silly that night. You never knew but it was so hot and honestly I was wishing that it had been you on the webcam. Anyway, do you think Devilish-Darcy looks familiar because she's kind of local but not in town local?"

Trista animatedly replied, "Oh no you don't go changing the subject. Who was this girl you desperately want to fuck and were thinking of while fucking me silly?"

"Wanted! Wanted to fuck, not want to fuck and it was from before. Also I tried to tell you I was fantasizing about you on the webcam. It's almost a mute point now that you've started this fantasy and I do hope we can complete it." 

"Okay, point taken. Now tell me who she is, or was."

"Tracy." 

Trista's body language and expression conveyed her jealousy as she said, "But she's ... I mean was married to," and suddenly stopped. I almost ran into her and heard her muttering, "Rick ... local ISP ... Jake ... Snake." She turned to me and asked, "Was it someone local yesterday?" I nodded yes and she stated, "Please tell me it wasn't Jake."

"Okay, it wasn't Jake."

"No really, was it Jake?"

"Okay, it was Jake."

"That SOB, so you think Jake is Devilish-Darcy's boyfriend?"

I edged forward to look at Trista and said, "It would explain a lot. I do know that it was Jake's IP address yesterday but I couldn't figure out an innocent explanation as to how he got it. I'm mad at him but I can understand why he did it in the context that I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed."

"They were reversed and you did do the same thing."

"No, I just told you that to illustrate how easily something like that can happen and to get you thinking along the lines of Darcy and Jake." Stunned by Trista's withering glare I continued, "I'm sorry, I really didn't do it but I would have. I wouldn't hack or steal passwords but I would look."

"That sucks, I was feeling a little better thinking I could face Jake knowing that you had already done the same to him before. Now I just feel violated and want some kind of revenge. No not revenge but justice."

We rounded the final bend of our walk and with our house in sight I said, " Well I have some thoughts about that and I think Sue could help with some of the planning and execution."

"Sue? Sue at the Junction. What can she do?"

"Well recon for one thing and ... Why don't we wait until I talk with her. We can finish planning then. Besides, we're home now. I'm glad we sort of worked out what happened so we can plan to move on. Devilish-Darcy's private show plan was great, except for Jake. I'm dying to see the rest."

"Yes there are more plans but doing them remains to be seen."

We stopped on the front porch and kissed. When Trista broke the kiss I said, "I do love you and this will work out, trust me."

Trista said, "I do trust you, maybe to much," as the door closed.

***

The plan evolved over the passing days. While we were waiting for the opportunity to act random ideas would come up and we would fit them into the plan. Eventually we received Sue's call and we arrived at the bar shortly there after. She soon demonstrated how good she was at breaking the ice in situations like this. When we were seated beside Denny and Jake she brought us our usual drinks.

She leaned towards Trista and spoke to her in a low voice that we could still hear, "I'm a dirty little whore." I'm sure that Denny and Jake had the same reaction that I had, instant attention. After a pregnant pause and a prodding "Well," from Trista she continued, "My neighbors husband was bugging her for ... You know ... Anal. She told him he could get that for $100 at the truck stop. Turning it back at her he asked if she would do it for $100. To make a long story short he paid her $100. She started joking by listing all the things she could buy if she did that once a week. He shut her up with 'You're just a dirty little whore'. They knew they were joking and it really is hilarious."

Trista laughed with the rest of us following suite. When she finished laughing she asked Sue, "So ... How does that make you a dirty little whore? Didn't you say they're your neighbors?"

"Well," Sue continued, "When I told my husband the story he talked me down to $50. Actually he said I enjoyed it too much so he was only going to give me $50. So now the neighbor and I are trying to decide who's the dirtiest little whore, the $50 one or the $100 one."

Trista broke in with, "The cheapest one would be ... At least at the truck stop. More money means better there. Although; charging your husband more would be dirtier." She turned to me as she finished. 

I took this as my chance to speak a thought and said, "Now don't you go turning Trista into a dirty little whore."

Sue giggled at Trista and I continued, "So ... it's charging for anal sex that makes a dirty little whore? It's not the anal sex, right?"

"Oh no ... it's the charging for it. That's what makes you a whore."

"Okay," I said, "If you don't charge your husband and you're not a dirty little whore then the dirtiest would charge the most. Doesn't that make sense?"

Sue said, "Sounds right to me. So that means my neighbor is the dirtiest little whore unless Trista can get more than a hundred dollars." 

"Now wait a minute. That's why I established what made a dirty little whore. I don't want her to be one or to feel like one."

I stopped talking to let the implication of what I said sink in. Finally it dawned on Sue and she said, "You little vixen, you let me ramble on like I was blazing new territory. I thought I was adventurous but you just sat there with that smug knowing look ... "

Trista responded, "I felt bad for your neighbor and glad for you."

"Why is that?"

"Because you played the game and enjoyed it but your neighbor is just a dirty little whore."

I broke in with,

"Speaking of what constitutes a dirty little whore, Do you think those Internet webcam women are whores? You know ... married couples screwing and single girls masturbating on a webcam/chat site. They're not whores are they?"

I knew I had Jake's attention when he choked a little on his beer. 

Sue said, "We have dial-up. The video is so slow that I never look at those sites. Besides, watching girls masturbating isn't my area of expertise. Maybe you should ask those guys," pointing at Jake and Denny.

She provided the perfect opportunity to redirect the conversation and zero in on Jake. I went on to explain how Trista found my old bookmark for the webcam site. How she had chatted with a group of woman about my webcam fantasy and they readily accepted her into their chatroom click. I looked to Denny while keeping Jake in my peripheral vision and said.

"They've helped her confidence and suggested some ways to ease into it. They told her some things to try and some things to avoid. The only problem is one of them may not be a stranger."

I paused for effect and before I continued Denny asked, "What happened? What makes you think one's not a stranger?"

"Well I'm getting there. One of the click's suggestions was to do a private webcam show for me and see how it went. It went great but we discovered that it wasn't exactly private."

A gasp came from those assembled before us and I continued, "So much for our privacy, we'd been violated and we're were upset. I did a little investigating and what I turned up was quite interesting. It seems we've had an uninvited guest for a month or so."

Denny said, "Excuse me, but what's an uninvited guest?"

I replied, "Well ... suppose I invite you somewhere and specify that Pat isn't invited. If she showed up anyway because you left the address out she would be an uninvited guest. So ... Trista gave our address and password of our network camera to an online friend and we think her boyfriend stole it. She denies giving it to anyone and Trista believes her."

Denny turned to me and asked, "How well does Trista know this online friend?"

I replied, "She has chatted for a while and I guess she knows her as well as anyone can. The really interesting thing is that we know for a fact that her boyfriend is local."

The time of revelation had arrived when Denny asked, "Who the hell is this online friend?" 

Swiveling on the barstool to optimize the view of both Denny and Jake I answered, "Her username is Devilish-Darcy and her boyfriend is Snake96. We're sure Snake is local and suspect Devilish-Darcy semilocal."

Denny looked with realization at Jake who paling at this point. He asked or rather stated, "Darcy, Marcy ... Jake, Snake tell me that Darcy isn't Marcy."

He was caught, knew he was caught yet he pondered the consequences of lying while not knowing how much we knew. His silence spoke volumes. I pushed the tipping point further, "Another thing we know for a fact is that Jake was the intruder."




I'm a Beast Ch. 06



I looked to Jake with his head hung low and said, "The fact that we're here means we've pretty much figured it out. Why don't you tell us your side?"

"Yeah Jake," Denny said menacingly, "Enlighten us. Then you can explain what happened." 

Jake looked up and gave me the evilest of evil eyes. It was so ridiculous I almost started laughing when he blustered, "I think you and your dirty little whore better sit on the other side of the bar." 

Everyone was momentarily stunned in disbelief but Denny was in action. It was over in what seemed like minutes but in reality was only seconds. Time had slowed as I watched Denny's elbow sink deep into Jake's chest. Jake rolled off of the barstool gasping for air with Denny guiding him to the floor. He was saying, "Don't make me hurt you more Jake. You'd be out of here but you're going to get up off your sorry ass and apologize."

All of us snapped back into real time as Denny helped Jake up saying, "Then, explain your actions past and present."

A quick survey of everyone's face confirmed they shared my astonishment at both Jake and Denny's actions. There was more to this story than the obvious. Once all of us had regained our composure Jake looked sincerely at Trista and said, "What I did was unforgivable but please try to forgive me." 

He adjusted his position to address both of us. Everyone remained silent as Jake told his tale. "I thought I was doing good moving on ... putting past behind me. I don't think I can completely explain the emotional roller coaster I've been on. Life with Marcy was fresh, new and exciting. When she talked about this new girl Angel in the chat room I had no idea it was Trista. I was looking forward to a new member in the group but knew how apprehensive she was. When Marcy showed Angel to me I had a hard time hiding my surprise. All hope of Trista joining our private, but anonymous, group would be gone when she realized who I was. If Marcy and Trista's scheme went as planned I would have an opportunity to catch the private show before it all blew up. Marcy probably would be Trista's choice if things worked out and then it would be over for Marcy and me at least. I'm sorry Joe, but I kind of justified it thinking that you probably fucked Tracy and also would spy on her if given a chance. I know I have nothing to base that on but seeing Trista brought all of the memories back. When I watched Trista I imagined Tracy doing all of the things for me that I asked for but she never did. Now it's to late ... "

I looked to Trista to see if she caught the parallel to our 'do anything we've done before' bargain and the irony of 'now it's to late'. We had one of those 'lovers moments' when you think the same thing at the same time and love the other for being so in tune with you. Trista broke the spell with a giggle and after pausing Jake said, "What?"

She immediately replied, "Oh no. What's funny is that Joe and I already talked about if he 'fucked Tracy' as you so ... eloquently said in defense of your justification. When he told me what you'd done I was angry. He mollified me by confessing to a pretend webcam session with Tracy and admitting that before dating me he would have fucked her in a heart beat but never did. Although; I do like knowing that I've done things Tracy never would."

Once Jake knew that Trista was not giggling about Tracy and was relieved that his justification was baseless he continued, 

"Thanks for telling me that. It will make it easier to continue with this. Now you know how we got to this point but not about my jealousy and the unfairness of it all. Yes jealousy. Sitting here hoping that I wasn't discovered I was thinking Joe got the better girl. Consider this, a virginal creature that could outperform a dirty little whore versus a reformed dirty little whore that refused to perform. When I knew I was caught I thought of how Denny had always desired Trista."

He looked to Denny and me and said, "I thought of how both of you would have done the same thing and now you're sitting here in judgement."

Denny interrupted with, "Inquiry Jake ... not judgment."

"What ever ... my mind was screaming to knock Trista down to Tracy's level, elevate me above Joe. I snapped when Denny got involved and said things too horrible to repeat. It was a thought that slipped out under stress and I'm sorry. Nothing can excuse the fact that I thought it."

In an effort to gain some control of the conversation direction I stated in a compassionate but commanding voice, "Jake, I feel for you. Maybe I can't feel your pain but I can empathize with you. As for 'excusing the fact' that may yet be resolved."

Jake started to say something but I held up my hand and continued, "You've pretty much answered all of our questions and your apology seems sincere. I would describe the current situation as a temporary truce. There are a few things to get straight before all can be forgiven. First of all I want you to know that if it had been Trista that died and Tracy came onto me I would have fucked her in a heart beat and given you not a thought. At least you gave your web peeping enough thought to justify it."

Upon realizing that this might work out and that I desired his deceased wife, Jake visibly relaxed with a proud look. I continued, "I'm a little confused. All of us sat here and determined that charging for anal sex makes you a dirty little whore and if you don't charge your husband you're not. We were in the middle of establishing if webcam women were whores when you interrupted with your untimely outburst. Does that mean you don't agree with our earlier assessment on charging for anal sex, or does that mean webcam women are whores? By implication wouldn't that make Marcy ... what would Marcy think?"

Jake snapped to alertness and half yelled, "No! Marcy's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I told you before, I thought I was moving forward with Marcy until all of this. Marcy's web and other activities have been a big part of it. If either activity made a woman a dirty little whore Marcy would be one."

Jake looked to me as I looked around the bar to see if anyone else heard what I did. The looks on Denny and Sue's face confirmed that yes, everyone here except Denny had confessed to doing the dirty deed.

With a sincere and sorrowful look Jake said, "I'm sorry Joe that I bring myself to call Marcy what I called Trista. It's really an indication of how wrong I was and how sorry I am. You'll have to accept my previous apology and my sorry attempt to equalize levels."

The ball was now in my court.

"What choice do I have Jake? My intentions are to minimize any emotional scarring of Trista. Then hopefully I'll experience what else Marcy and Trista cooked up."

Trista looked like the cat that ate the canary and I knew there would be more to this adventure. I continued with renewed vigor, "I'm sure Marcy would be appalled to learn of this but I'm happy for you and Marcy and wouldn't want to make waves. I honestly was surprised at your belligerence and equally astonished at Denny's swift retribution. Surely you've been punished enough."

Jake looked to Denny and nonverbal communication passed between them.

"I suspect there is more to this story that I don't know about. We can forgive for now but make no mistake the next time it'll be double the retribution."

Denny stiffened with determination and said, "There's more in the deep past and that's were it should have remained except for Jake going wacko over his past memories. You expressed a desire for Tracy similar to our desire for women like Trista. Trista was even more so because we knew and appreciated her innocent and pure personality."

Trista was blushing and said, "That's touching and it feels good to be desired but that's as far as it goes. I'm a one-man woman and Joe's that man. However: Tracy is a hard act to follow. If Marcy's net adventures have helped you move on I wonder what they could do for Joe and me? Do you think you could tell us a little bit about it?"

Jake was hooked, line and sinker. His face brightened at the possibility of Trista's adventure continuing. It was as if a great gloom had been lifted from the bar.

With a renewed zeal Jake related some of the adventures he and Marcy had. He told of how Marcy seduced him into the webcam life. At one point Jake expressed how refreshing it was to not wonder where Marcy's been or whom she's been with when she's late. The implication of that statement did not escape me. The more Jake told of Marcy's exploits the more enthralled Trista became. My attention spiked when Jake mentioned, "It's like an addiction." I paid close attention because that would be the last thing I would need.

"We try to limit our online time and only do private shows about once a month. For a while we put off way too much and real life got behind. We've settled on once a month because that seems to provide plenty of fodder for our games."

Jake paused when Trista cocked her head at the mention of games. He grinned as he said, "You see ... Marcy gets wild with abandon trying to outdo the other women online. The sessions are usually hot and I try to keep them vivid in her memory when we make love. When I know that I can't hold back any longer I ask, 'Do you remember what so and so wanted to do to you' or 'remember what so and so did to so and so'. It trips her over the edge and she shudders as her orgasm milks me of mine. It's great and I'm glad that tool's in my tool kit. Simultaneous orgasm is not over rated." 

I thought I said under my breath, "Pavlov's dog," but was proved wrong when all heads turned to me.

"Pavlov's dog. It's a classical experiment in conditioned responses. Jake has created or found her trigger and reinforces it monthly."

Jake said, "Well, that's one way to look at it."

I replied with, "A useful tool indeed."

I looked to Trista and we had another 'lovers moments'. We knew that it was time to leave.

I helped Trista off of her barstool and said to Denny, "Thank you for your help. You seem to have a calming influence on him," while looking at Jake. Both of their faces suddenly acquired a sheepish look and Jake stood saying, "Trista, Joe, again I'm really sorry and I hope we can get past this."

He held his hand out to me and it was decision time. I took his hand firmly in mine and said, "I understand much better now and I suppose we can consider that temporary truce permanent. As for getting past this, well that's up to Trista and possibly Marcy and me. I have a good feeling though. We wish your relationship the best."

Trista took my arm to go and I said to Sue, "Thank you. You're pretty good for a dirty little whore."

We all chuckled in the knowledge that she was more than pretty good and a damn site better than a dirty little whore was. We turned and took our leave. It had been an eventful afternoon. The walk home was quiet but I felt the optimism floating in the evening air. We were in love and we were moving forward.



I'm a Beast Ch. 07



This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. The story is finished and submitted one chapter a day.

***

01-01-2006 The Webcam Adventure Begins

It had been a couple months since the debacle with Jake and we made it through Christmas and New Years Eve. I was cruising the webcam site New Years Day when I found her. Technically I found her long ago but I had not realized it. Chloe was somewhat of an enigma. All that she ever showed was her 40-DD's or her private icon. She was still online when private but she wasn't viewable to the public. I assumed she was showing someone something more than her 40-DD's. I went to her bio and it said that she was a widow. It was her picture that floored me. It was a body shot from the neck down and it was Trista's body staring back at me. I went into the living room and showed her the picture.

"This is the picture of you that I posted in our Bio," I said. 

Trista glanced at the picture and immediately exclaimed, "You better not have." She took my PDA from me to examine the picture closer, her face getting redder all the while.

"Background," she said as she looked up at me.

"It's not me, the background doesn't match. You had me going, she really looks a lot like me."

"That's what caught my attention. I found her while I was looking for an alternate fantasy candidate."

Trista said in a voice tinged with disappointment, "The Jake incident was a distraction from Devilish-Darcy's, I mean Marcy's and my plans. She understands your discomfort with Jake. She's disappointed that they can't participate but she wished us luck finding a substitute."

My spirit buoyed with the development and I said, "That's one of the things I like about her. Maybe some day but I think Chloe might be a better choice now."

"Why?"

"You said you looked better than the click except for Devilish-Darcy. Since Chloe looks like you it may minimize the jealousy factor."

"I can see the wisdom in that."

My concerns and the wisdom of Chloe were confirmed so I continued, "She might still be online. Would you like to try and chat with her?"

"I'd like to see what all of her looks like."

"She never shows anything other than her 40-DD's. I think we'll have to be one of her cyber friends before we'd see anything else."

"Well, chatting would be the place to start. Let's give it a try."

We set the laptop on the coffee table and logged onto the webcam site. Chloe was still online so we composed our introductory IM with my username, Optimus.

When our tale of their similar bodies was finished we told Chloe to 'picture a face of an angel on her body to imagine Angel' and clicked on the send button. There wasn't anything to do but wait for a response. About five minutes later we received a response.

IM Translation 1

Chloe: Thanks for the IM. I find it wonderful that you cruise this site together. I have several couples that I chat with. I am now 64 the picture is when I was 61. I hope your wife is not too unhappy that our bodies look alike. Maybe our faces do too.. 

Before I responded I thought, "she's the same age as my mother (a very young teenage bride) and stepmother."

Optimus: I forgot to tell you Angel complemented you for having the body of a 45-year-old.

Chloe: I don't see you in the Cam section. Do you have a webcam?

Optimus: No, but we do have a network camera on our website.

Chloe: I'm going private. Here is a password. 'fellatio'

Chloe's picture went blank on the screen and was replaced with the private icon. I typed in the password and a beautiful woman with long black hair appeared. She was sitting in a lovely chair displaying her magnificent tits. She sure put my mothers to shame.

Optimus: You're a fine looking woman Chloe. 

Chloe: Thank you, I am Greek and a natural 40-DD. May I see the two of you?

"Greek," How interesting I thought. We have a large Greek community only seven miles away.

Optimus: Yes, we're sending you a link now.

The delay was extensive. We could see Chloe at the keyboard and wondered if she was distracted with other fans.

Chloe: Your wife is too beautiful to have a body like mine. I am sure she has more then I ever had. You're also a very handsome man. Let me say that I think that couples that enjoy erotica together have a good relationship and I feel are well matched. 

Optimus: You flatter us Chloe.

Chloe: It's true. Most of my viewers are males and they can be very graphic in there IM's. I did meet one couple a few years ago in New Orleans and we shared a few days together and are still friends from afar. Are you into the open sex life?

Optimus: Chloe! 

Chloe: Never mind none of my business. Only asking. 

Optimus: We are flattered but we're faithful for good reason. We're surrounded by cheating wives. We stay faithful by doing everything for each other sexually so there's never a reason to step outside of the marriage. Yeah variety is nice but ... we're the only couple we know that's still on their 1st marriage. 

Chloe: Cheating wives? Tell me more. 

Optimus: Her brother's cheating slut wife, my brother's cheating wife, and my best friend's cheating slut wife. 

Chloe: Why are some sluts and not your. 

Optimus: Long term and multiple partners. Only my brother and sisters marriage survived and thrived. 

Chloe: I prefer the open sex life. It's a problem when only one open. 

Optimus: I wouldn't mind if Angel enjoyed herself like you when she's widowed but I better be dead first. 

Chloe: I've taken a different look at life and sex in general. I believe what a couple do or don't do in a marriage is all in how they use their minds to reconcile there love for one another. 

Optimus: We're not judging your life style. We don't feel sex is a sin, only adultery is. It's wonderful that you're enjoying yourself. 

Chloe: One of the nicest couples I know and the most loving toward one another are swingers for twenty years. They have traveled the world and have the best relationship of any couple I have ever seen. 

Optimus: A vow or a promise has to stand for something or everything that is built on it is worthless. Why bother getting married unless it's for the benefits bestowed upon the institution built on the very vows they intend to break. 

Chloe: In my life I was also faithful and thought he was too/ but I was wrong and since he died I never had the chance to ask him why, or if I was not good enough to fill his needs. 

Optimus: You respected your vows and it's a shame your husband didn't. It shows a lack of love and respect. 

Chloe: I have become open in every way known to man and understand that many people use sex for fun, plane and simple. I truly enjoy sex and pleasing my partners feels good. They're enjoying me for me and the love of pure sexual pleasure. It's not cheap, nor do I feel used. It's a simple basic human pleasure of life. 

Optimus: In your case it is perfectly legit. It is not cheap and it is much more than a 'simple' basic human pleasure of life. It's the best. Chloe ... you seem pretty open. Can you help us with a fantasy? 

Chloe: What kind of fantasy? 

Optimus: We'd like to have sex on the cam with some friendly strangers.

Chloe: I only masturbate here and I want to so bad I can taste it. I can't chat then because left handed just don't get it. I'll call a friend tomorrow and see if he can come down and help me out.. it has just been to long ...  

Optimus: We've watched couples screw on this site but we've never done it and probably wouldn't in the public forum. I thought that maybe you were doing that when you went private. 

Chloe: So you want to watch me and my friend screwing in front of the camera. If we do this what are you going to do for us???

Optimus: What we had in mind was just two couples making love at the same time with each ones actions feeding the others. Like being in the same room but not. 

Chloe: I really would love to see your wife take your cock up her lovely ass or suck you off... or both... 

Optimus: She's pretty good at fulfilling my fantasies. That's not too much. 

Chloe: When were you thinking about doing this. 

Optimus: I took my wife's virginity on her 21st birthday. Her birthday in two weeks will be the 25th anniversary for us fucking. 

Chloe: I'll call my friend tonight and talk it over with him. Got to go. Like I said, I want to masturbate so bad I can taste it. I'll use Mr. Pink to pleasure myself. 

Chloe tilted her head back and pressed her fingers to her clitoris. She rubbed herself slowly pressing softly on her clitoris. Then she parted her pussy lips and paused. Two fingers entered her swollen pussy while her palm rubbed across her mound. 

Her fingers played at the entrance of her pussy while she reached toward the desk. She picked up a bright pink seven-inch long soft flexible life-like vibrator. It was obvious who 'Mr. Pink,' was.

She pressed it to her clitoris and let the vibrations work through her. She closed her eyes for a few minutes while rubbing it along the wetness of her pussy. Suddenly she shoved it inside still rubbing her clitoris with her left hand. She worked it in and out deeper with her right hand. Awhile later she was rubbing her clitoris faster and pushing the vibrator deeper. Chloe arched her body and then went limp. Mr. Pink was still hanging in her highly engorged pussy. If anyone was left hanging it was Mr. Pink because Chloe was still limp in her chair a few minutes later. Finally she removed Mr. Pink and reached to the desk. Moments later she was offline.

***

That night in bed Trista asked, "What did you think about Chloe masturbating? She had your full attention and you were hard."

"You noticed. Well ... I thought it was great. She's a wild woman if all is to be believed. She may be wild but you're the real animal."

Trista purred beside me so I rolled between her legs and felt her crotch. It was incredibly damp and she responded to my touch. My rock hard cock slid into her moist valley without any foreplay or guidance except auto-pilot. "Fuck me Joey, fuck me fast and hard."

This was going to be fucking, not love making. I thought of Chloe as I slowly stroked in and out of my wife. I imagined her watching and thought about impressing her by maintaining my long steady strokes. Trista started to whimper beneath me, "Fuck me, fuck me faster, harder."

My pace quickened at her request. She milked my cock with her pussy control. As good as it felt I wished it wasn't snapping because it always diminished my time in the saddle. However, it also signaled the start of the race. Who would get off first, Trista and her quivering cunt or Joe and his spasming spunk? I held back by maintaining that vision of Chloe until Trista's pussy started to quiver. I splashed her insides with cum and laid down on her as she shook in orgasm.

When we recovered our breath she started to speak, "Joe ... " I cut her off with a, "Shush ... We can talk on the morning walk talk. Let's savor the moment."

We fell asleep still coupled and in each other's arms. On the walk the next morning the events of the previous evening provided a lot of good content for the talk.

I asked tentatively, "What did you think about Chloe last night?"

"She seems nice. What did you think of her looks? It's hard to believe that she's 64 years old."

"I thought she looked great, but that's only because she reminds me so much of you. I always knew you were a hottie. You know, the age thing could work for us."

"What do you mean, how?"

"Do you remember when I first mentioned this fantasy, about doing it right and with the right people? It's done right but nothing is hack proof and Chloe is low on the hacker profile."

"Yeah, she's the same age as your mothers. They're computer literate but not hackers ... "

"The best part is she's Greek like Step Mom. For all we know she's up the road in Abc City. Also if she were born there she would've been in grade school with them. Quite a fantasy don't you think?"

"Leave it to you, brain always working. The thing is if she's lived here all of her life we'd probably have seen her around town."

"Your right ... So what do you think about Chloe for our webcam adventure?"

"She seems nice and there are a lot of coincidences to make things interesting. Somehow I always thought we'd pick one of my chat buddies that talked me into this."

I couldn't let this go so I jokingly said, "You mean Jake."

She replied indignantly, "No and you know it, but they're part of his chat click. I was thinking one of the wives about our age. On the other hand Chloe is so intriguing and she does look our age."

"So ... Is that a yes to Chloe and is your birthday a good date and nice touch?"

"Chloe will be fine and my birthday is a nice touch but it could be anytime. When it happens it happens."

"I wonder if Chloe got hold of her friend. She seemed pretty desperate. It kind of surprised me that after all she's done she's never done this. What do you think she'll decide about our request?"

"Who knows, like I said, if it happens it happens. If not her then someone else but we probably wouldn't find anyone before my birthday."

"You're right again. All we can do is play it by ear. I kind of hope Chloe does get hooked up tonight, makes me want you just thinking about it. I'm the lucky one."

When Trista didn't respond I let this line of conversation die. We had established that Chloe was an acceptable candidate for our adventure and that the only way to play it was by ear. Interesting indeed I thought. This could be great or the road to disaster. The one thing I knew was that if Chloe were online tonight it would be more interesting than anything else would today. That always makes for along day as it just drags.

***

We could hardly wait to get to the computer in the living room after supper. I knew Chloe was trying to get laid tonight and maybe she'd be on line, maybe not. She was there when the computer booted and we logged on. Shuddering in expectation I sent an opening IM.

IM Translation 2

Optimus: Hi Chloe, you were so lovely last night.

Chloe: Love you both ... Your sexy wife is so lovely I could eat you both. Sorry I know you're bound to one another...  

Optimus: Don't be sorry about, 'I could eat you both'. We're flattered, good for the self-esteem. 

Chloe: I have a lot of respect for any one that does what they feel is their life style.. I do my thing but not as much any more,, 

Optimus: Yes we're bound to one another but I would rather spend a night with you than a dozen younger women I know. 

Trista playfully slapped my arm. My only reply was to say ouch. There was no need for more because we knew what it was for. 

Chloe: Some don't do my thing but if we are happy with our lives then we are fulfilled.... 

Optimus: We're fulfilled and fantasize that you live up the road. We have a substantial Greek community and my Stepmother is Greek 

Chloe: I really did love seeing you and your lovely wife (younger version of me) ... I know you won't mind but I shared your request with a friend ... he is 71 and still one hell of a lover .

Optimus: Is it the friend you called to come down and 'help you out'? 

Chloe: Yes ... He's blackmailing/toying with me ... I won't be getting it doggie style until I agree too Angel's birthday request and you know it has just been to long.

Trista looked at me with concern on her face and asked "Blackmail? What's that all about?"

"I don't know but that's not what we want?"

Optimus: If he's blackmailing ... We say forget it and have him give it too you Doggie. We want you to want it, no duress. 

Chloe: no duress. He just helped convince me. Are you game?  

Optimus: game? 

Chloe: my friend thinks your birthday request is precious and would love too see the younger version of me. Your lovely wife. 

Optimus:  So he convinced you. 

Chloe: And more, I have been open in every way to man but I haven't done this. My friend thinks I should try it. Maybe a trial run before the birthday? 

Optimus: We're glad about Angel's birthday. What do you mean by trial run?

Chloe: I've never done this before and the 25th anniversary of 1st time sex is too special to screw up. If you let us watch you watching us doing doggie and everything goes okay then we're on for Angel's birthday. 

Optimus: just us watching?

Chloe: this one is for us. The next one will be for you. You don't have to do anything you don't want too, just watch. 

I looked to Trista and she looked to me. With a gleam in her eye and a nod of her head I received my answer.

Optimus: Yes we are game. Send us a password and we'll send a link and password. 

I had an IM with the username and password ready to send when Chloe responded.

Chloe: password is lovelywife

I clicked send button and typed in the password. When the picture appeared on the big screen our camera light started blinking indicating that Chloe could see us. Chloe's lover moved behind her and kissed her on the neck. She turned in his arms and their mouths met. At first her body went stiff and finally quivered like jelly when his hand found her breast. He kissed as her mouth opened pushing her head back. When their kiss broke she slowly slid to her knees, her face inches from his crotch. He took her hair with one hand and pulled her face up. With his free hand he freed his thick hard cock with a glossy, bulbous, deep purple head. His cock wasn't long but it had girth. Chloe put his cock in her mouth cupping his hairy balls with her hands. Suddenly she sucked his cock deep into her mouth and licked his cupped balls. He held her head still by the hair and slowly pumped into her mouth. 

My cock was rock hard watching the sight before me. I put my hand between Trista's legs and started working towards her pelvis. She spread her legs for better access. I rubbed her pubis through her jeans with the heal of my hand. Trista squirmed as my fingers explored the V below but her attention never left Chloe on the big screen. I looked to see what had Trista so enthralled.

Chloe grabbed her lover's ass pulling him forward to the back of her throat. She deep throated him until she pulled back a little and squeezed his balls in her hand. His cock jerked and his balls spasmed. Cum splashed from the corners of her mouth on the first eruption. She swallowed his cum and his cock making him cum a second and third time. Chloe swallowed hard each time milking his cock with her throat. No cum escaped her mouth as she took his load direct deposit. The cock's pulsing slowed and it slid from her mouth as he shuddered.

I took Trista's breast in my hand and said, "Now we know why her 1st password was 'fellatio'. That was awesome."

"So you think that was awesome. I'll show you awesome," she said as she squeezed my cock in my pants. We continued watching Chloe as I played with Trista's tits and she continued stroking my cock.




I'm a Beast Ch. 07



Chloe's lover wiggled his hand between her parting legs. Two of his fingers parted her wet lips and his thumb rubbed back and forth on her clitoris. She was heaving as his fingers worked her pussy. She appeared to be screaming before he rammed two fingers up her ass. Chloe's eyes rolled to the back of her head replacing the screaming look. Her body started convulsing and shaking like a wet dog. The screaming look returned as a torrent of fluid spewed from her pussy soaking him and the sheets.

I turned to Trista and said, "Holy shit dear, she's a squirter."

She answered, "That's just them pissing, you can't convince me otherwise."

"Seeing is believing. You never know, if you didn't hold back we could see for ourselves sometime."

Her grip tightened on my cock and her pace quickened in response.

When we looked back too the screen Chloe was still shivering, quivering and shaking. When she finely stopped she was thoroughly spent and truly fucked even though that was yet to come. He wiggle his fingers out of her ass leaving her flat on her back with legs spread wide. He spun around and into the classic man on top 69 position. As he cleaned her cum from her pussy Chloe was sucking the life back into his cock and it was getting hard again.

Trista got up from the couch and started towards the kitchen. I said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Plan B," was her response.

"Plan B," I thought, I'm still trying to figure out Plan A. Trista returned moments later with a spoon and a tub of marshmallow cream. "Plan B," I asked.

"It's something that I learned in the chat room. Get your dick out," she demanded. She walked to the camera above the big screen displaying the tub of marshmallow cream. 

Chloe had her lover fully erect once again. She got up on all fours for her doggie fuck. When she saw Trista on the monitor she shook her head yes in understanding. Chloe repositioned herself for a better view of their monitor.

Trista backed up to me and pointed at my exposed cock with the tub. An understanding look appeared on Chloe's face and she again nodded yes. When Trista coated the top half of my cock with the marshmallow cream Chloe's lover could not wait anymore.

His shaft parted Chloe's freshly cleaned lips while his fingers traced rings around her ass at the same time. Chloe lowered her head as he plunged deep into her. The contrast between her creamy white ass and her lover's deep bronze sculpted body was erotic. Her magnificent 40-DD's swaying back and forth once they got their rhythm.

Trista took the head of my cock into her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head up and down. I could see on the screen that Chloe's lover was matching Trista's pace. Trista was dragging her lips across the ridge of my cock head on her up strokes and Chloe was getting her asshole tickled while getting it doggie. Chloe raised her head and through the screen I saw a smile form on her face. She was watching us now as her body and tits rocked to and fro.

The reason Trista only coated half of my cock was because that's what She was comfortable with. She was taking all of the marshmallow cream cock in long slow strokes with the lip dragging action. This was a dream come true, my 1st blowjob in 23 years and on the net with Chloe and company. Well, maybe that's premature. She has sucked it but I haven't cum in her mouth in 23 years and that remains to be seen.

Once Trista had my cock shaft cleaned She concentrated on the head. If You have ever licked a spoon covered in marshmallow cream you can imagine what it felt like. Lick after lick and little progress made. I was in heaven. I lay back on the couch keeping my eyes on the screen. 

Chloe was getting Stroke for Stroke what I was getting. Their heads were raised looking at the their screen in Rapt attention. Sensing my impending orgasm Trista picked up her pace and again Chloe matched it. All I wanted to do was to lay back and enjoy this but I couldn't break away from the images on the Screen before Me. Chloe's lover had his hands on her narrow waist guiding her along his shaft. I couldn't help but think how beautiful Chloe was and how much she looked like Trista except for the face (Trista's is prettier) and hair.

Trista handed me the tub and spoon when my cock head was cleaned. I assumed she needed a reload so a reload is what she was going to get. Before I could give it to her she took my cock to the back of her throat, overcoming her gag reflex. She placed her hand at the base of my cock, stroking towards her mouth. I knew I was in trouble when her head bobbed in sync with her hand, that the eroticism of everything would bring my orgasm regardless of my control. 

"Trista knows how close I am, how can I tell Chloe and her lover," I thought. I lifted the spoon in one hand towards the camera and gave the thumbs up sign with the other. 

Chloe's lover nodded yes and the hands that once guided her waist along his shaft were pulling her as he jackhammered deep. On and on he went as I tried to hold back until he came. I was imagining Trista on the screen with me slamming into her. Suddenly Chloe's lover pulled hard slamming into her and held tight. He repeated it a second or so later and it was evident from his look that he was cumming. 

Just when I knew I was going to cum Trista pulled off of my cock and squeezed the base hard. "No, not now," I half screamed. Trista grabbed the spoon and slathered my cock-head with it. My attention returned to Chloe now that my orgasm was stemmed.

I imagined that Chloe had her own version of the, "No, not now," scream. Her lover was like a trouper as he was back at it with renewed vigor. Chloe's head lowered and her fingers curled into the bed.

Trista hardly missed a beat and was back at it. It was an incredible vacuum accompanied by magnificent tongue action. My look displayed my eminent orgasm when I looked too Chloe and the camera. Chloe's lover understood and plunged deep into her and slid two fingers into her ass. The magnificent 40-DD's that had been swaying forward started shaking side to side as she clawed at the bed sheet. With a massive shudder (and imagined scream) she folded her arms in front her, and bent down burying her face in them.

That was all I could take and I erupted into Trista's mouth. The suction broke as she swallowed my first load. Her lips slid down my shaft and the second load was a direct deposit at the back of her throat. Before the third and final load came Trista drew back and let it spray across her face. She went closer to the camera once my cock softened and stopped when the rope of cum was plainly visible on the screen.

Chloe and her lover had sufficiently recovered from their orgasm's to give Trista the thumbs up sign. She turned to me and said, "The marshmallow cream was part 1 of plan B. Are you ready for part 2."

"I haven't even figured out what plan A is but what's this about plan B, where did that come from and what's part 2?"

"That debacle with Jake wasn't a total bust. All of us came up with a scenario when we were chatting. Something they kind of talked me into, something they'd love to see. Plan A was us watching and doing nothing. So ... are you ready for part 2?"

"Yeah ... if part 2 is as good as part 1."

Trista came to me and gave me a long slow kiss. That wasn't surprising because that's part of the deal. While we were kissing she rubbed some cum from her face to mine. Before I could react she broke the kiss, licked my face clean, swallowed and whispered, "Clean me, clean my face, lick me baby."

Now I understood part 2. Part 2 was about power. How could I refuse her after all she had done? She had power and was exercising it. I started at the end of the rope of cum and licked half of it in and swallowed. The next lick got the last of it and we snowballed it back and forth until it was gone. 

We returned our attention to the screen and there was Chloe and her lover clapping. I assumed they liked our performance so I sat up to the coffee table and sent an IM.

Optimus: What did you think of Angel and jeez Chloe ... I never guessed you for a squirter.

They were back at their computer and I could see them responding. 

Chloe: Yeah, a recent discovery. I told you he's one hell of a lover ... any way we were here doing our thing and he said your wife has one of he finest asses he had seen in a long while ... also too bad you guys were forever true ... 

Optimus: Angel said you are very pretty and your friends comment about her ass was a very nice compliment.

Chloe: let me know if you liked this evening ... I saw a nice dick ... 

Optimus: Angel said she liked seeing you getting screwed Doggie ... and, "She's not to bad, if I look like that at her age. Not to bad."

Chloe: So she liked seeing me getting screwed Doggie...?? Did she say anything about my floppy old tits...??

Optimus: She Did say something about big breasts but nothing about floppy old tits.

Chloe: LOL love you both. Do you two enjoy anal sex.. It can be very exciting and highly erotic

Optimus: Yes To the Anal Sex, Angel loves it.

Chloe: I'm thinking about a gift for your 25th sex anniversary ... I would not do this for anyone else but I think you two would enjoy it. 

Optimus: Yes we liked this evening and would enjoy it again for Angel's birthday. Gift???

Chloe: A surprise if I can arrange it ... Bye now ... I've visions of Angel sucking you ... OH, my how nice..

That night in bed Trista asked, "What did you think of Plan B?"

I replied, "Awesome, I owe you and Devilish-Darcy. Are you accepting night deposits?"

"Devilish-Darcy isn't but I am."

I am glad that things were going well for us because it muted her reaction when, "I hadn't thought of that but that'd be nice," slipped from my lips. Let me say that make up sex was a great way to end a wonderful evening. Thoughts of our closeness with Chloe coalesced in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. Was it an artifact of the fantasy within our fantasy? The business maxim 'If you're not going forward you're going backwards. There's no standing still,' invaded those thoughts and I pondered it's significance. 

***

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I'm a Beast Ch. 08



I'm a Beast Ch. 08 The Conclusion

This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. 

Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am looking forward to see where it goes." I feel driven to live up to his expectations and I hope I succeed. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. 

I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. 

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The Birthday or 25 Years of Sex 

Trista's birthday had arrived and we were finishing supper at the Junction. Taking my hand she asked, "Do you have butterflies in your stomach or do you think it's the food?"

"I think its Chloe and her surprise gift. Why, are you having second thoughts?"

"Oh no. It's a big step for me but I've been working on it for some time now and I'm as ready as I'll ever be. It's kind of like loosing your cherry all over again."

Thinking back to that night twenty-five years ago I said, "I forgot about the wine not agreeing with you when you lost it. I hope we're not going to repeat that."

"Oh no. It's definitely butterflies. So what do you think Chloe's gift is?"

"I'm not sure but I suspect anal sex is involved."

"Maybe a part of it but she seemed more excited than that would suggest."

I lifted my glass in a toast to Trista and said, "To a wonderful twenty-five years and to twenty-five more."

After the glasses clinked and were drained I suggested, "Why don't we quit speculating and go home to find out."

Trista concurred completely and soon we were home in front of the computer. As soon as we logged on we were greeted with an IM from Chloe.

IM translation 3

Chloe: Hi you wonderful people & Happy Birthday Angel.

Optimus: Hi Chloe ... we were hoping you were online.

Chloe: We've been waiting for this all day. .

Optimus: We?

The lover we had watched Chloe with stepped into view.

Chloe: You saw Devin the last time. We needed help for Angel's surprise gift so we invited Peter.

Another man stepped into view completing the trio.

Optimus: We wondered about the surprise.

Chloe: Devin and Peter, 'D & P' for short, are my DP buddies. I know that you are bound to one another but have you ever thought about it?

Optimus: Yes.

I turned to Trista and before I could ask permission she nodded her head in assent. She knew the personal event I was thinking of because it had fueled many subsequent sessions.

Chloe: Yes? ... Can you tell us about it?

Optimus: Yes ... The first time we made love with my cock in her pussy and a vibrator in her ass she screamed, "Oh Ohh Ohhh, I didn't know it could feel so good."  I knew that as good as this felt it couldn't match a real double penetration. Although we provide each other with everything, a single partner can't duplicate the dual rhythmic pistoning of hard throbbing flesh.

Chloe: quite insightful.

Optimus: Angel considers it forsaking our wedding vows, permission or not. So I started telling her that after I'm dead and gone she should try it. That she is the complete and total package and it would be a terrible waste of a good woman if she never had another man.

Chloe: WOW! That's one way around the fidelity issue. You've talked about it so this should be an interesting Birthday present. Do you think you will enjoy it?

The look of hunger on Trista's face told me all I needed to know and I replied to Chloe.

Optimus: I don't think we would, I know we would.

Chloe: Okay ... I'd love to see Angel's beautiful ass and tits and I've been holding off these guys all day. I'm turning them loose now.

Optimus: We're waiting too so on with the show.

The camera view changed to a bed. Devin and Peter picked Chloe up and laid her on it, her double D breasts standing as proud as DD's could. Peter was caressing Chloe as Devin moved to the other side of the bed. Chloe was sinking into ecstasy with both of them rubbing her body.

After watching for a few moments Trista commented, "Getting ready for tonight I was thinking, If you did fantasize about her at least it would be something I could compete with. Her body looking a lot like mine levels the playing field. But this ... this is not something I could do. Oh, I can watch it all right but I couldn't do it." 

"Funny you should say that," I said removing a silk scarf from beneath the bed. "I prepared a stash like you did for your surprise. Trust me, the situation calls for this." I said as I reached forward and blindfolded Trista with the scarf. 

"A little sensory deprivation will keep you from anticipating where I'm going to rub or caress you next. Not knowing increases the eroticism and heightens your response," I said leaving, "to the point of no return," unsaid. When she reached that state she would accept, actually relish rough treatment.

I stepped back to admire her form after lying her on the bed. Lying naked on the bed with her legs now splayed and her arms spread out, I couldn't help but think of Leonardo da Vinci's painting 'Vitruvian Man', better known as 'Proportions of Man' as I relished her. It was as if Leonardo fused his painting with Venus De Milo statue to create a true work of art, 'Proportions of Woman'.

I looked at the monitor and wondered about the life Chloe lead as her lovers caressed her. I started my running commentary of the action on the monitor interspersed with suggestions and endearments,

"They're still caressing Chloe and I'm mimicking the patterns."

In a Teasing fashion I lightly finger-tipped around each breast. She flinched, unable to anticipate, as I gently brushed my hands around her areolas, intentionally avoiding her nipples.  

I started sparingly with the mantra, "Disassociate yourself from thoughts. Concentrate on the sensations coursing through your body. Submit to your pleasure and my desire." 

We were in the groove and I varied the spots I was working on keeping the anticipation high. She couldn't tell were I would touch next, each and every caress was an exquisite torture in and of itself. It was torture for me to avoid her splayed pussy as I finger-tipped her entire body. It was like a canvass before me and I proceeded to rub her like I was trying to erase each and every mark I'd put on her.

Remembering the commentary I said, "It looks like Devin is working his way up her inner thigh. Oh, oh, Peter's going for the tits. I can't talk for awhile."

I quit my no contact teasing and slowly circled her nipples with my tongue. She squealed when I rubbed her pubic mons with the heel of my hand.

I glanced at the monitor and cajoled, "Devin's eating Chloe and she's watching you. Submit to your pleasure and my desire. Show Chloe your ecstasy."

On queue she started to vocalize her feeling and appreciation as if commanded by Chloe herself. Moaning her contentment, she squirmed and ground her clit against the heal of my hand. I love verbal feedback because it is usually unmistakable. There's no misunderstanding deeper, harder, faster. 

When both of her nipples had sufficient and equal attention I ran my kissing lips across her breast and belly on the way towards her glorious bald gash. Trista rewarded my efforts with slow and gentle caresses of my cock and balls. 

My cock was rock hard and I couldn't resist changing my position to her favorite angle of attack for maximum pleasure. My tongue rimmed her gash and circled the clit in a figure eight pattern. It wasn't long before she was moaning, "Oh ... Joey, Oh Joey ... yes yes." It wasn't possible but my cock got even harder. Her pussy immediately clenched at the two fingers I inserted, signaling an eminent orgasm.

"Yes," she screamed and I felt the quiver from her inner core.

Peter abandoned Chloe's nipples and moved from the view when the camera started to move. Chloe's cameraman advantage foreshadowing the events to come made my cock twitch in anticipation. He moved the camera in for a close-up of Chloe's luscious pussy complete with puffy lips and prominent clitoral hood. My attention returned to Trista and while saying, "You've got to see this," I moved her head towards the monitor and removed the blindfold.

Devin pounded between Chloe's impossibly splayed legs with a two-inch diameter cock about nine inches long. He was withdrawing his cock until the sensitive rim of it's head peaked from beneath the hood brushing the protruding pea before dipping down and ramming back in. 

The head of my cock was now the head in control. I kissed Trista replacing my fingers with my cock and my lips on her clit with my index finger. Trista thrust up pushing her velvety tunnel around my hard shaft. I was back in the saddle again for a long hard ride. Her pussy clenching resumed on my cock signaling that she hadn't lost that loving feeling. She thrashed wildly beneath me forcing our orgasms to the forefront of consciousness. My control was faltering and it looked as though I would come before Trista. She gripped my cock in a massive contraction when hot cum splashed against the back of her pussy. Her cunt continued to milk my rod as I lay upon her.

Momentarily breathless, we watched the monitor. The view alternated between Chloe on her hands and knees sucking Peter's cock and Devin giving it to her doggy style. They reminded me of two lumberjacks sawing away back and forth with Chloe as the saw.

Awestruck I said without thinking, "See how her tits shake in rhythm with her pounding. I wish I could harness those swaying tits to my cock." Realizing my mistake I tried to rephrase, "I mean I wish I could harness it to your tits."

Impishly she asked, "Are mine too small?"

Trying to change the subject I commented, "Look, she's deep-throating Peter."

Trista hugged me and rolled on top. She moved to the classic woman on top 69 position. Her pussy was over my chest on it's journey to my face when I said, "I'm Gumby Dammit," followed by the command, "laugh!"

On queue, Trista burst out laughing. Jake is not the only one with a few Pavlovian tricks. Her thoughts of cum dripping from her pussy made her laugh more than I did. Regardless I was always rewarded with a contracting pussy pushing my deposit from within. As intended it flowed down her slit and across the clit before dripping onto my chest. Better to wear most of it than eat it I thought. There was no doubt I was going to eat it but I could minimize it. Meanwhile I enjoyed the oozing site before me.

I impaled my nose into her gooey hole while furiously licking her clit. I gently exhaled as her labia resonated around my nose. Playing a few tunes on my new kazoo combined with the clit licking had her enthusiastically sucking my cock. The tempo increased in sync with the tightening of my balls. My orgasm was building when suddenly Trista spun off of me and began to give me a hand job. My mind screamed 'No, how could she sacrifice her own orgasm to avoid having me come in her mouth,' and I fought my orgasm with all of my control. She only gripped harder and stroked faster in response.

Sometime when we win we lose and at what cost. My cock started to wilt before I could tell her about the pain in my prick. She gave up in frustration and I begged, "What are you doing?"

"You won't come."

"Not from a hand job I won't."

That was all of the explanation and encouragement she needed. Her lips on my cock soon reduced me to a quivering, begging wreck. I had no idea what she was doing or how and so the begging commenced.

"Oh please, please, if you do nothing else please remember what you are doing. Oh baby baby please. Concentrate and remember it, augh I've never ever felt anything so good. Remember oh please baby please."

She took me from the brink of cock wilting pain to the point of eminent release in the space of sixty seconds. The trifecta of Trista sucking me, Chloe sucking Peter and Devin pounding her from behind drove me over the edge. It felt like she was sucking my cum through a soda straw. Every long suck would pull another stream. I was not giving her my seed; she was taking it. My cock remained hard after she finished. This blowjob had all of the intense pleasure with no after effects. Kind of like Bud, I mean BlowJob Lite, feels great, less wilting.

Trista coyly stated as a fact, "So, you liked that."

"Oh yeah! Please tell me you remember."

"Of course I do."

"You'll have to practice that to get it perfect and second nature."

"I'm not sure I have to."

"Okay, just don't forget. For the love of God don't forget."

When we looked back to the monitor Peter was adjusting the view to cover the bed. Chloe was flat on her back now and placed his cock in her mouth when he climbed onto the bed beside her. Meanwhile Devin never missed a beat in his assault on Chloe's plundered pussy. Her breasts were rolled to each side as they oscillated between her belly and shoulders. 

Trista rolled onto her belly and continued watching. I straddled her ass with my cock rubbing in her crack and scratched her back. I must have done a good job because she was reacting like she had an orgasm. If only it were that easy.

Then Chloe got up on her knees moving to one side while Peter lay where she had just been.  Chloe straddled him and placed his cock into her gaping cunt. She lay on Peter and Devin, who was now behind her, positioned himself for anal entry. Chloe rocked back to meet his thrusts. Slowly but surely Devin's cock gained entry one slow inch at a time.

Trista simply raised up her ass for me to take her doggy style and said, "Get the vibrator." I thought this shit doesn't happen in real life, why this position now and I realized that we were feeding from Chloe. I had the vibrator from my stash beneath the bed and into her hand in a flash. She ran it up and down her slit until it was coated with her moisture. The plunge to the back of her pussy and her reaction was magnificent. I stroked my erection watching the vibrator gliding back and forth.

My revelry was broken when she requested, "Put some KY on my butt hole." My stash proved again to be well stocked and Trista's asshole was soon dripping with Ky. What happened next was truly astounding as I had never seen it nor even contemplated it. There before me was the love of my life sawing a vibrator in and out of her pussy with one hand and plunging two fingers on the other hand deep into her anus.

It was Trista that usually begging for anal but now I was the one at that point. The begging died on my lips when Trista commanded, "Mount me Joe. Fuck your dirty little bitch."  I was momentarily taken aback and she repeated, "Fuck your dirty little bitch." I didn't have to be told twice. Well actually I did but it was soon rectified in her rectum (sorry for that). My cock slid one exquisite inch at a time into her gloriously tight hole. Trista matched my pushes by backing onto my cock. The vibrations resonated through our groins and in a distraction attempt I said to Trista, "Look at Chloe. She's so beautiful like that." Chloe would prove to be a poor distraction if the intent was to stem an orgasm. 

Peter's camera angle was perfect and it showed both cocks alternating in and out of one of the most beautiful pussies you will ever see. Words cannot begin to describe the site we were witnessing. The carnal ecstasy evident on Chloe's face, her mouth open in what could only have been a scream. 

I thought that I would never come for the third time but the steady throb of the vibrator wouldn't be denied. Trista was shaking beneath me like the California earthquakes we shared and my vision narrowed. I've heard of women seeing stars and passing out during an orgasm but I've never heard of men.

I was flying through the stars just like in the screen saver we've all seen. Then came the verbal and visual explosions of celestial proportions. I felt my body slipping into a glorious peace and a feeling of Nirvana. When I regained consciousness I found Trista beside me with the vibrator still throbbing at her feet. I panicked at first thinking I'd hurt her somehow. I remembered the earthquakes and explosions and I knew that she too felt the peace. When I remembered Jake's statement about simultaneous orgasm not being over rated, I thought how much better this was.

I glanced at the monitor to see Chloe and friends huddled around their monitor in rapt concern while I turned off the vibrator. Trista is my first concern so I placed a hand on her thigh to gently shake her awake. Amazingly I could feel the spasms that still continued. When she hadn't responded after the second nudge my concern spiked but she moaned after the third one. With concern evident in my voice I asked, "Trista ... are you okay Trista?"

"What ... huh ... happened?

"I'll tell you after you tell me you're okay."

"Yeah I'm fine." She lightly stroked her crotch and mewed, "In fact I'm better than fine."

"Do you remember shaking like an earthquake? I think you passed out shortly after."

"Yes I remember that. It was right before I saw the stars. I can't remember anymore ... Hey, what do you mean you think?"

"Did your vision narrow before the stars?"

"Yeah," she said and realizing the implication queried, "You saw them too, didn't you?

"Damn right baby, damn right. You know we have an audience that's probably wondering about us."

"I totally forgot. Maybe you should tell them we're okay."

While heading for the keyboard I said, "They can see that now but I'm sure they'd like some details." There was an IM waiting for us on the monitor.

Chloe: You scared us! Are you two okay?

Optimus: Yeah, absolutely awesome. I never believed I could orgasm three times at fifty much less pass out.

Chloe: viagra?

Optimus: No, and Angel passed out too. We both saw stars! 

Chloe: What we witnessed was extraordinary. I can still see you with your lovely cock up your darling wife's ass.

Optimus: and I can still see Devin's cock up your darling ass and Peter's peter in your pussy. Did you pass-out or see stars?

Chloe: No, but I had a fantastic orgasm dreaming of eating her pussy while you were fucking her ass.

Trista could not stand on the sidelines any longer and took over the keyboard. She logged as Angel and sent her own IM.

Angel: I'm glad we could help but I don't think I could've taken anymore. Like Optimus said I can still see you three. I also wondered what it felt like but after this I can't see how it could be better.

Chloe: It's like Optimus said, dual rhythmic pistoning of hard throbbing flesh can't be duplicated but it's just another way to get where you got. All I can say is it's different but it doesn't get any better than that.

Angel: Thanks, that helps a little with what's it really like.

Chloe: I was going to suggest some steps to DP like thinking of someone you'd want to possess or possess you. Relax and picture the differences in your mind. Then set your rules of engagement but ...

I was thinking this sounds eerily like the talk I gave to Trista before I revealed Jake as our network intruder.

Angel: Thanks ... I think???

Chloe: I think you are very lovely and it pleases me that you two are so happy. Keep what you have and forever be happy as well as faithful.

Angel: Back to better, my husband says his orgasming four times at age thirty with me beats five times at age nineteen with his slut ex-girlfriend. He probably thinks this is a new record.




I'm a Beast Ch. 08



Chloe: They're all impressive but I vote for three times at fifty and slut last.

I asked, "Can I respond to that?" Trista gave me the keyboard and I did.

Optimus: Thank you, I've been trying to convince her for years. We are happy and realizing more every day. Also, thank you for your kind words and gift. I'm sure it's one that will keep on giving.

Chloe: You're welcome and thank you for a glorious evening. I'm pleased to have been a part of your special time. It's been so much fun I regret not trying this sooner.

Optimus: I'm sure you'll try again sometime!

Chloe: Time ... Yes. Well us old folk need some nourishment before we pass out too! LOL

Optimus: Thanks again and hope to chat soon.

Chloe: Yes ... soon

I turned to talk to Trista and saw her lying so peacefully on the bed. I covered her with a blanket before joining her. Although my pulse and breathing were still elevated it was not long before we were both truly dead to the world.

***

We spent the next couple of weeks on cloud nine. It was as if we had experienced an awakening and I suppose we had. To say that the sex was fantastic is an understatement of vast proportions. Yet the intensity of that night remained elusive. We once read a story 'The Scream that Saved Them' by janus6988. The final lines are, "She never screamed again, and he never again gave her cause. Because sometimes, just knowing you can is enough. Can you?"

We were satisfied with knowing we can see the stars and that someday we will again. It was on this high note that once again, with great exuberance, Trista, Chloe and I came together again for another IM session. 

IM translation 4

Optimus: We loved seeing you get it doggy style with a cock in your mouth on Angel's birthday. You are so beautiful. We're sending some of the pics now of her nice ass for your memories.

We sat at the monitor caressing one another awaiting Chloe's response.

Chloe: Hi you wonderful people. Yes the pictures were a little dark but I still think Angel has a beautiful ass. My friend enjoyed watching your dick going in her asshole ... I find it very erotic and it can get me over the edge sometimes ... of course I get off just thinking about sex ... any kind of sex ... LOL I am easy that way ... 

Optimus: We were monitoring the chat room and you said that you went private with many of your viewers and chat friends and a few women have said they hope they look that good at your age. We're honored to be included in this august body. You also said that you have met and remain friends with several people and couples you had met online. We were disappointed to have not met you.

Chloe: I have to go to Pa. For a family funeral but after that I will be going to the Condo in Mazatlan, Mexico for a few months. I have someone to look after the house here at the Lake, but I have grown tired of chat and webcams... 

Thanks again for all the wonderful memories, chat and pictures.

Optimus: Sorry to hear about your loss. Also sorry that you are quitting but we understand. We probably won't do this forever either. Not to intrude upon your grief but Angel and I live in PA. It sure would be nice to meet you if you were close to us. I've mentioned that we have a substantial Greek population here. 

Chloe: I don't think you ever told me where you lived. I will be in Abc City and Xyz City. Get there on Tues. and leave Sat. or Sun for Ohio where I have relatives. then we're off to Mexico. What city are you in?

Optimus: I knew it. We were raised 7 miles south of Abc City and 20 miles north of Xyz City. It would be a real shame not to meet. I'm sure there are people we both know around town.

Chloe: I will have my computer with me. I'll give you my email address if you give me yours and we'll see ... 

I looked at Trista and she was giggling with a huge shit-eating grin on her face. 

Optimus: Angel is really excited at the possibility of meeting you. Here is our email address.

Chloe replied with her address and logged off of the website. I took Trista's hand in mine and said, "Can you fucking believe that. She has a family connection with Abc City. I wonder if she was born there."

"I can hardly wait to meet her. We've had so much fun with her and her friends online. It would be like a dream come true."

"I know what you mean but it's more than that. Hell I never even dreamed of the possibility. We've fantasized that she lived up the road but never contemplated that she ever would be there. However dear, she hasn't agreed to see us yet."

"How could she not see us. We've had so much fun together and she'll be so close."

"Yes but we really don't know much. We don't know how close her dead relative was to her or her level of grief. If she was as excited as us she would've said yes right away."

We were giddy with anticipation when we went to bed that night. We were like excited children on Christmas eve. Saint Nick would soon be here except that in this case it would be Chloe, the gorgeous and luscious Chloe. Sleep did not come easy for us that night and the tension persisted through the following days. Tuesday came and went without any contact from Chloe. The excitement and tension was turning into despair and frustration.

We composed an email to send to Chloe. We listed all of the things that had brought us to this point; her uncanny resemblance to Trista, the Greek community up the road, the same age as my mothers and the simple fact that she said she was coming to PA. It was fate and it was our destiny to meet. It was begging without groveling. Once the email was sent we could do no more than wait.

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May 23,2006

Chloe's response came a day later. When I read her email I wasn't sure how to proceed. Nor was I sure how to approach Trista with the news so I planned for an eventful evening. The one thing I knew for certain was that my friend Jim Beam and Trista's sloe gin would be a part of it. When the blanket, pillows and cooler was loaded into my sport coupe I went into the house to talk to her. It was a beautiful evening so I used that for my approach.

"Sweetheart ... It's such a beautiful evening. Would you like to go for a ride? I was thinking about going to our mountaintop to watch the sunset. I've got the car packed."

"That would be nice and it sounds like you're ready to go. When were you thinking about leaving."

"Anytime."

"Can I have a few minutes to get ready?"

"Baby we have a lifetime but I would like to get there before dark. Those logging roads can be a bitch going uphill in the dark."

"I'll wrap up what I'm doing and be right with you. The sunset has to be better than this."

In our neck of the woods most families have a truck or SUV. Although I've occasionally owned a truck or jeep I've always had a sports car since I was fifteen. Knowing the recent weather history and logging road conditions has allowed me to get extremely deep into the woods with my sports cars. I've met more than one amazed person exclaiming, "I've never seen a car this far back." The uphill parts require skill and finesse to avoid disaster. Getting back down is always easier as there are no problems with traction.

We were on the road in short order. Before long we were at the gate to the logging road and Trista unlocked it for me to drive through. We drove along the main access road for a mile or two before turning onto the side road that went to the top of the mountain. There would only be one attempt to make it to the top. To fail would end in disaster. I had to straddle the ruts and mud puddles while maintaining momentum and traction. Trista was holding on for the white-knuckle ride. She knew that if we didn't make it there was no backing down. She let out a sigh of relief as we crested the final ridge.

We pulled into a clearing and parked. Trista knew the drill and she spread the blanket out as I poured a Jim Beam neat for me and mixed a sloe gin fizz for her. With the trunk lid still raised I sat down on the bumper and handed her the drink. After she lay down on the blanket I started talking. 

"Chloe emailed us ... "

"Did she get here yet? Is she going to meet with us?"

"I don't know where to begin dear. I think it would be easier to just read it to you."

I reached into the trunk and picked up the printout. I began reading.

MY Dear Friends: I loved the IM's we exchanged and the time we spent with the cam. Under different circumstances I would like to meet you both. However Devin came with me and he drove. If we met I know I would feel out of place if I could not feel free to be myself. I have seen you Optimus and I might want to touch you and because of your choice to be faithful this would not happen. The Lovely Angel does not wish to be part of a threesome with me and my friend Devin so that would only leave us both partly wanting.

I paused and took a long draw on my Jim Beam.

Friday morning there will be a short graveside service and then we will be off to Ohio to visit relatives and yes we may visit some special friends. Last night as Devin and I talked about meeting you he said, They are such a nice couple why take a chance on hurting them and their relationship with one another. Few couples now a days have closeness and the love that you two have. I think you are right; you should take your faithfulness to the grave... Angel is special as she loves you and you two enjoy a full range of sexual pleasures with out going outside of the marriage. I fully respect that and think you should keep your dreams together between the two of you. 

If my long marriage had been as full of love and interesting sex as yours I would never have traveled down this road ... would l love to see Angel naked and maybe even take her in my arms and kiss her. God knows I would ... would I like for you both to see my old naked body, Oh, yes I would like that too. So let us part friends and have our own memories. 

Devin just said it might be fun for him to fuck me in the same room so you two could watch if you would fuck Angel so we could watch you. I would love to see her take your lovely cock up her fine beautiful ass. OH, yes I have played the sandwich game a few times... that was so much fun and afterwards my lovely young hostess, age about thirty, licked me to another climax. Would Angel do that? I think not.. Would Angel allow me to kiss and lick her after you had filled her pussy with cum,,, I think not.. So you two keep what you have and forever be happy as well as faithful 

Love the game 

Chloe

When I finished reading Chloe's email I asked, "What do you think about that?"

"Well obviously when they meet people they expect a lot more out of it ... I don't do that. I don't share."

"Well I know that for sure. That's kind of what I."

Trista cut me off saying, "I don't want anyone touching me and stuff like that. I was uncomfortable at the bar when John was dancing with me. You know what I mean?"

"Uh huh."

"Let alone anything else."

"I know that and I think they know that."

"You would have thought that somebody could visit you as friends and kept that part of their lives to themselves."

I sighed and said, "Yeah that's why I said I thought it was kind of lame. This is ... Damn she's only seven miles away. It's kind of like ... fatalistic."

"Yeah but they expect something out of it if they're going to bother meeting you."

"I kind of feel like you. Jeez were adults. I would think we could keep that separate. There are a lot of things I would like to ask her. Like what is this Abc City connection? Was she born there or what? There are a million questions I'd like to ask that have nothing to do with sex. Things like who are you and how are you?"

"Uh huh. I don't want to be there watching someone having sex or have them watching us. The webcam thing was as big of a step as I want to go."

"So ... Anyway they're going to the funeral tomorrow and then taking off for Ohio later. Ohio where they have 'special friends'."

"Special friends that are willing to do things ... sexual encounters."

"Well anyway do you know what Monday is? Monday is Memorial Day and it's on the 29th again. It's the 28th anniversary of my accident. It's the sixth time Memorial Day has fallen on that day since then. We'll be celebrating another 28 years of life. You know that accident is what put our paths on a collision course. You know by the time I healed from my accident you had your accident that gave us that common bond and understanding. Regardless of what happens we get to celebrate another 28 years of life and 25 years together. We're both lucky campers."

"Yep"

"Well I don't know what's going to happen as far as ... "

"As far as what?"

"As far as Chloe ... "

Trista looked up at me and said, "Nothing is going to happen."

"It's like I said, I've got a million questions. If it's going to hurt her to see us and not do anything ... I'd love to just sit down and talk. It's like why do we pay $2.75 for that drink you're holding when I can make it for 50¢. It's for the bullshit you know. It's not for the price of the drink that's for damn sure. There's no sex involved."

I chuckled a little and continued, "Like with Sue ... It's just bullshit. It's very interesting bullshit but it's just bullshit."

"I know but it gets expensive. We may have to cut down a little bit."

"Well darlin if you can't enjoy living it's not worth living," I said as I stood up to stretch.

"Well back to Chloe ... obviously they want to remain friends and keep the good memories."

"It doesn't seem like they want to keep the continuation of ... I doubt if she's going to email or IM or stuff like that. Not when we're unwilling to become partners and stuff like that. I'm not willing. I'm sorry. I don't go for that and I won't do it."

"I understand completely. In my opinion I don't think anybody or anything can come between us. For us to have sex with someone we'd have to be drugged or raped. It just isn't going to go there. I mean hell ... You got really pissed when Jim stuck his tongue down your throat."

"I don't share well. You know I've had issues with flings in your past but that was before we got together and stuff. It's just ... I don't deal well with it. I love you and I don't share."

"I understand. I don't share either."

"Well I hope you wouldn't want to share me. I mean that's forsaking my wedding vows. I don't care if you would okay it or not. To me that is not right. I mean I don't care if you say it's okay honey. I don't care if you fuck ... I mean that's not right."

"You know some of those stories we've read where guys get off watching their wives ... well for one thing I can't imagine that. It's beyond my comprehension. I don't know what I'd do if I ever caught you. I hope I wouldn't go to jail. Let's just put it that way."

"To me it would be a big betrayal. Whether I could get over it I just don't know."

The woods had been rife with bird song but it was interrupted with the unmistakable call of a gobbler. We paused to listen. 

I said, "There's a turkey ... see it running across the road."

Once it was gone I continued, "Well baby ... Are you done with your drink? Do you need any help?"

I finished the rest of my drink and sighed in relief. Looking at Trista I said, "I bet a little bit of ice cream would be good in your drink ... Sloe Gin fizz ala mode." I made us each another drink and knelt behind Trista sitting on the blanket. She shivered as I brushed against her while handing her the drink. The shiver stirred something inside me. I massaged her shoulders as she took a drink.  She relaxed as tension drained from her and I nuzzled her neck and ear in response. Slipping my hands to her breasts brought forth a moan from Trista. We were on our way, each accepting the pleasure we desperately needed. I removed her top stroking her in the process. She leaned back once her top was off and I guided her to the blanket. 

Her smile conveyed her passion and drove me wild. I ferociously attacked her nipples as she struggled to remove my shirt. I pulled back and said, "Damn, help me get your pants off." She unbuckled her jeans as I finished with my shirt and arched her back. When I saw that I envisioned what was to come, another benefit of her weight loss.

I slid her pants off and buried my face in her pussy. She was already wet and I was straining in my jeans. They came off easily as I continued eating the squirming pussy below me. She squealed when I twisted her nipples burying my face deeper into her. My cock was so hard and desperation overcame me. I abandoned her oral orgasm and moved to mount her. She thrust forward when I placed my cock to her pussy. We cried out meeting each other's thrusts.  

Trista always said, "You can read your lovers eyes." My eyes were probably saying the same thing hers were, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and long." That was the greatest benefit of Trista's slimmer figure, her mobility and stamina. This would be long and hard indeed. I slowed my pace with Trista taking up the slack. She bucked rhythmically beneath my stationary arch impaling herself repeatedly. Her pleasure and concentration was written on her face. There is something erotic about a woman riding back and forth on a man's rod. I savored the sensations and enjoyed the ride. She rapidly slowed her pace signaling my turn. This is our version of tag team sex. One of us hammers while the other rests. 

It was during my second turn at hammering that Trista started her pussy tricks. She was intentionally and skillfully milking my cock. It wasn't long before I cried, "No fair, you're trying to make me come."

"Don't you want to?"

"Yeah, but not before you and because of you."

"Don't worry about me," she stated.

I did worry about her so I redoubled my effort. Her primal calls soon rewarded me as they echoed through the valleys. The sound of a four-wheeler starting up joined the echoes. At first it sounded close and we froze. I resumed a slow stroke when it was apparent that it was across the valley. Since the momentum was gone I thought I would try something else. I said, "I can watch the road and do you doggie over the trunk."

"What good would that do? We'd hear them first anyway."



"I'd get to do you doggie over the trunk," I said in a joking manner and followed with, "What I really want is over the hood. I was just making excuses to get you over the car."

Trista said, "Why not try for both," as she stood up. She spread her stance and bent over the trunk. I was sitting there shocked by the suddenness of the sight a foot before my eyes. It was the unmistakable crack of a well-fucked pussy. You know, blood engorged clit and labia, gaping open and glistening with her juices. Her trigger was easy to trip with a pussy in that state. I couldn't pass up a crack at the crack that beckoned. I licked from her clit to her asshole and back again. She shivered as I concentrated on her clit. When the shiver subsided I alternated licking between her vagina and clit. My nose was in her asshole when I was licking her clit so I decided to put it to use.

While blowing gently through it I buried my nose in her pussy. I inflated her pussy as I got my nose thoroughly lubed. She gasped when I spread her ass cheeks, licked her clit and buried my nose in her asshole. Her ass was grinding into my nose giving my lips a grip on her clit. I sucked hard and tongued it gently, yin and yang. When my nose blew in her asshole her pussy began to queave. The air I had blown into her pussy was now blowing through my mustache. It was followed with an orgasmic shudder and a stifled scream that coated my face with her juices. 

It was time to resume our game of tag and since I had the hardon it was my turn. I stood behind her and slid my cock through her slit causing her to spasm. I gently entered her and basked in her wet warmth. I slowly stroked in and out as she lay spent over the trunk. Before long our slow leisurely pace was fast and hard. Trista was holding onto the spoiler and moaning as I hammered and thought. I kept running the night through my mind. It felt like jilted lovers loving the one your with only in this case the one your with is the one you love. My bodies rebellion brought me back to the here and now. I barely managed to gasp, "Tag, you're it," as I slowed.




I'm a Beast Ch. 08



"Not nowww ... I'm sooo clooose"

I smacked her ass and pulled her against me. "Do it," I ordered, "I'll help." She quickly resumed with me guiding her along my shaft once again. I wet my finger with the juices on my cock and circled her anus with it. She hesitated for only an instant and continued. The hesitation let me center my finger on her anus and work it in too the first knuckle. I could sense her urgency as she climbed toward orgasm. Reaming her asshole while sliding my finger in deeper accelerated her climb. She wailed, "Tag Joeyyyy ohhh teaam." That always drove me over the edge if I let it and this time I would. Tag team referred to a team effort, mutual hammering. We rode crests like this many times to orgasm.

I reached for her clit pulling into her and then pulling out with her asshole. The triple clit flicking, cock pounding and asshole reaming took us over the edge. Feeling her pussy orgasm on my driving cock was all I could take. Our desperate primal screams echoed up the valleys as I spewed my seed deep into her. I swirled the cum around her clit as she continued whimpering. We gently lay down onto the blanket, our bodies spent.

As we lay there basking in the afterglow watching the sunset Trista took my member in her hand.

She asked, "What would you do if she would touch your cock? Would you ... "

"Who?"

"Chloe."

"I ... "

"Say we would have met them somewhere and she would have touched you and stuff."

"What would I do," I said with contemplation in my voice and finishing with, "Try and get away," with as much conviction as I could muster.

I continued, "Would I get hard ... " 

"You're a horndog. You would get hard."

I laughed, "Yeah that would tick you off. I've no doubt about that."

"I would be upset if she touched me. I was concerned about that blond bimbo."

"Oh my god. She was hilarious wasn't she," I said as visions of the gorgeous drunken blond hitting on both of us danced in my head.

"Yeah but one minute she was after you and the next minute it seemed like she would go either way. I wanted no part of her period."

"Well darlin by the time she finished drinking that night there's no doubt she would have gone either way. Boy that guy she left with sure had a grin on his face. I can't even conceive of a situation at this point where I would cheat on you. I used to say that the only thing you had to worry about was if a movie star came up and sat on my face. You knew that was never going to happen. Now I don't think she'd make it to my face."

I let a burp out and said, "You haven't finished your drink yet."

Trista replied, "Yep," and downed the rest of her glass before continuing, "I was checking out my pants today. Considering how far I can pull them out ... "

"Yeah"

"And how far in I am ... "

"I've noticed. I can fit two hands down there."

"It's wonderful."

By this time I was starting to pack up the blanket, bottles and glass into the car. Trista said, "Make sure those don't roll around in there."

"Right," I thought. Like I'm going to waste a good bottle of Jim Beam Black.

As I was getting into the car Trista asked, "What are you going to say to Chloe?"

"Well ... Just a minimal amount. I'm going to email her,"

She cut my sentence off saying, "We'd love to meet if you want to meet as just friends. No sexual contact."

"I think that would about cover it. It's so beautiful here. Now if I can just find my keys we can get the hell out of here."

On the way home we were driving past the only hotel in town. When we were in front of it Trista said, "Wouldn't it be funny if Chloe was staying right there at the Quality Inn?"

"Yeah ... It sure would be. She said she was coming to Abc City and Xyz City. I suppose that would mean she's staying at the Holiday Inn."

We continued chatting about mundane things, children, relatives and cars for the few remaining minutes it took us to get home. When we arrived I got out and opened Trista's door for her.

"Well darlin ... It was a nice evening, nice talk, beautiful view and great sex."

Trista replied with a contented, "Ummm hummm," as she got out of the car. We had one more task to complete this evening. The email ... the final futile attempt to meet our friend. When we sent it we knew we would never hear from Chloe again.

Time passed and the final opportunity to meet was gone. We were depressed; no we were devastated. The sad days had arrived. We felt the rejection lovers feel even though we never intended to go there. The cyber relationship we had had was fantastic. Where did it go wrong? Why couldn't she meet us? Was it the lifestyle? Where all people in the lifestyle this way, incapable of having a normal friendship? We would never again venture into cybersex.

Denny was disappointed but he understood when we told him Chloe's story. "Seven miles Denny ... seven fucking miles and she couldn't bring herself to meet us," I said.

Denny said, "Seven miles ... Shit I'd drive a thousand miles to meet someone like Trista and you."

"Thank you Denny, you are a good friend."

With Denny's help we took stock of our situation. Trista wasn't overweight anymore and we have each other. We have a love so deep that we don't need another. We reveled in our love for each other needing affirmation from no one. We knew what we had and cherished it more than we had ever thought possible. No ... we didn't need others for affirmation of our relationship but sometimes it is nice. Sometimes pain and despair comes along with nice.

Epilogue: Oct 7, 2006

Four months later we received our final email from Chloe's email account. I opened it with joy in my heart. Chloe was back. The joy was replaced with a knot in my stomach as I read the subject line, 'Bad news' .

Hi: My name is Devin and I have been Chloe's friend and lover for many years. Chloe passed away last Friday ... We loved her and so many will miss her for the lovely person she was.... 

One of her last requests was that she wanted me to inform you of her funeral at St. Christopher next Friday. She hoped that Angel and you would attend for closure and understanding.

Devin

The sorrow and anguish was almost overwhelming. I sat at my desk with my head in my hands fighting back the tears. It was true ... Our fantasy was true. Although it was not the final piece in Chloe's puzzle it did connect a lot of chunks. Chloe, the older woman that resembled Trista, the woman that was the same nationality as my stepmother, the woman that was the same age as my stepmother and mother was indeed from Abc City. She had to have been in the same grade school class with them therefore completing the fantasy. I looked at the phone and knew what I had to do.

My hands were shaking as I dialed the number of my estranged mother. On the third ring I heard that familiar voice from my past.

"Hello ... DeMarco residence."

"Hello mom."

"Joey, is it really you."

My voice faltered as I said, "Yes mom it's me."

"What's wrong? You sound bad. Is everyone okay?"

"Yes mom, everyone is fine. Mom I don't really know were to begin so I'll just come out with it. Do you remember Chloe from your grade school?"

"Oh Joey ... I haven't thought about those days for so long. Yes I do remember Chloe. She was such a sweet little thing."

"What can you tell me about her mom," I pleaded.

"Why Joey why? What's wrong?"

"She's dead mom, she's dead," I said with an anguished voice.

"Oh Joey I'm so sorry. How did you know her? What happened to her?"

"Later mom. Please tell me what you remember about her?"

I sat glued to the phone as mom recounted some of her childhood memories. She told me about one of Chloe's birthday parties she had attended. After a burst of laughter she recounted the time she and a friend took another little girl off to the side in the playground. They told her in no uncertain terms what would happen to her if she didn't quit picking on Chloe. The little girl never gave Chloe grief again.

When she finished reminiscing she asked, "Are you going to the funeral Joey?"

"Yes mom ... We have to ... to say goodbye."

"Would you mind if I went with Trista and you?"

"That would be nice mom. We'll give you a call. Goodbye mom."

"Goodbye Joey ... Joey?"

"Yes mom."

"Thank you for calling."

I replied, "Thank you for talking about Chloe mom," and hung up the phone.

Mom, Trista and I attended the funeral the next Friday. It was more like an Irish wake than a funeral. Everyone was recounting the good times with Chloe and celebrating her life. We got to meet Devin and a lot of Chloe's friends. Mom was a little surprised when she heard Chloe's, Trista's and my story. She was not nearly as surprised, as we were when we heard about mom and Chloe's teenage years. They had more in common than I could have ever imagined.

I was lost in thought on the silent trip home. The many gifts Chloe had bestowed upon us danced through my mind. The primary one was that such a sensuous and free spirited woman could actually envy our love. Our love was special and rare, a love to be nurtured and cherished. Another gift from Chloe was the knowledge that we'll be fucking like minks for another twenty years at least. Nothing's gonna stop us now, not even menopause.

Are we going to come out of retirement ... fire up the network cam again? I don't know. Nothing has really changed except for our understanding of why it had to be the way it was. The fact remains that we could try a million years and never have a fantasy fulfilled/unfulfilled like Chloe. Trying to try everything before your time runs out is such a poignant story and we are glad to have been a part of it.

As for the DP, I have had some thoughts about that. What would the rules of engagement be? Could we handle the aftermath? Ultimately it is not something I want and it is Trista's decision. What I want is Trista's happiness and too maximize her pleasure. She pretty much gave her answer on the mountaintop (that's forsaking my wedding vows. I don't care if you would okay it or not,). If it does happen after I'm dead and gone I know she will wish I were participating.

We are not standing still, like in the business maxim, 'If you're not going forward you're going backwards. There's no standing still.' We are running in circles and wasn't that our original bargain? I can think of no one I would rather run with than my Hot Truly Loving Wife. And who is really the beast? Is it the Loving Wives who gained a few pounds or the Husbands that don't appreciate her sacrifices and pleasures? Neither of us are beasts now but Trista still is an animal.

The End

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It is a well-known fact some authors inject their own experiences into the story. Yes there was a Chloe (of course that's not their real names) and there is a Devin (he has been a great help and inspiration) but not in the context of the story. She was helping us with a Loving Wives story (Trista gets DPed) when she ran out of time. After her passing Solitary Thinker looked at what we had and felt it would be a better Love story. That is when Chloe became part of the story.

The webcam fantasy is my real life fantasy. It never happened and probably never will. All webcam plot devices are totally fictional however the events portrayed are real but out of context. If that's a surprise to you then I have done a good job. An example of a real experience out of context is the anal scene in chapter 2. It wasn't after the bar but it was after an exchange with Chloe and Devin and it was the last scene e-mailed to Chloe.

If you could do one and only one thing for Chloe, Devin and us it would be, reread chapter 2 and vote on it.