28 comments/ 278454 views/ 77 favorites A New Home By: vic_elor When most older brothers leave home, go to college, and finally come home they are shocked to find that things are different, that the little girl who used to be their kid sister has turned into a woman. I didn't. Anna had barely changed at all in the five years I was away, and if I had stayed away even longer I doubt anything would have been any different. Anyway, it's not as though I didn't try to stay away longer. It's not that I disliked my little sister; I just hated Hairnov, my home town. I wouldn't have come back at all if it weren't for the funeral. Shortly after graduation I got a response from the large Canadian software firm I had applied for a job at. I had interned there the summer before and was well liked so it was no surprise to me when I got a full time position. Even at entry level the job paid well enough that I could relocate to Canada and find a very nice home for myself. Perhaps it was a little more then just nice. It was a very spacious three bedroom house with two baths, a library, a den, a children's nursery (an unnecessary feature since I hadn't planned on having any children), an indoor heated pool, a large kitchen with a wine and storage cellar beneath it, all set on nearly one hundred acres of forest, fields, and a few small ponds. The draw back to all this luxury was that it was covered deep with snow a large portion of the year and remained unbelievably cold the rest of the year. Still, since I could do all of my work from the network of computers that I had built into the house these draw backs seemed worth the benefits. I would probably have never left my new home with the exception of the occasional visits to the local store, socializing in the community bar, or checking in at the home office, all which where located in the nearest town about 50 miles away from my snow covered paradise. My prearranged isolation was interrupted after a few months in my new home when I received a telegram from my childhood home. I knew as soon as I received it that it had to be serious since I hadn't received word from family since the last Christmas card and I had never before received a telegram in my life. *********************** Dear Mr. Lasko, We are deeply saddened to have to inform your of the death of your mother and father, John and Linda Lasko. Your presence in Hairnov, Wisconsin, USA is formally requested for the reading of their will. The reading will be held immediately following the funeral on February 15th of this year. Our Condolences, The Office of Smith, Jamieson, and Lewis *********************** I hated Hairnov but this was worth going back for. I would have to take four different airplanes to get there due to my isolated location, and this would take a minimum of three days each way. Since the 15th was only three days a way, I spent only moments packing and arranging my trip. When I finally made it to Hairnov, I had to dress in the taxi to make sure I was on time. I arrived at the church (the only church in Hairnov) just moments before the minister was to begin the service. As soon as I entered the sanctuary it became clear that everyone in town, and possibly even everyone within twenty miles, had known my parents and were here for the service. I surveyed the whole church, darting my head back and forth trying to find an open seat. Finally, I noticed that there was only one open seat left and it was in the front pew. When I got closer I realized that the spot was left intentionally. My extended family was all in the front rows, every aunt, uncle, and cousin was here. The seat that was open was on the far end of the pew, next to Anna. I tried to move as quickly as I could without making any more of a scene then I had to since I was aware that everyone in the church was watching me very closely. When I finally got to the seat, I slumped down so try to divert some of their eyes away from me. "I saved you a seat." My little sister whispered to me, her face red and streaked from tears, "Everyone said you wouldn't show up, that you were no good and a bad son. I told them they were wrong. I knew you would come." I could tell she was going to cry again, as I could tell from the expression on her face that she had been doing for many days now. I put my arm around her and gently stroked her long dark hair, as she leaned into my side and began to mumble and sob uncontrollably. Anna pressed her face so hard into my side that despite the how loud she was sobbing, no one but those immediately behind us heard anything but the slightest noise. I don't know how long the service really was but it felt like days, and for most of it all Anna could do was lean into me and cry. When she finally stopped I could tell it wasn't because she no longer felt like crying but because she just didn't have any tears left. I continued to hold her close to me, as any attempt to allow her to sit on her own was meet with a motion by her to push herself closer into me. Eventually her motions become very small and her breathing became very rhythmic and shallow. She was asleep. I could tell that my Aunt Jill, who was sitting next to us and who was perhaps the only family member outside of my immediate family that I actually got along with, wanted to tell me something but couldn't while the preacher was talking. When the service finally ended and everyone stood up Jill quickly covered the few feet that were between us and leaned down to say something to me quietly. I was quite nervous. Even though Jill and I got along I knew that most people felt that I had disgraced my family by moving away and I feared she would say something I didn't really want to hear right then. "That's amazing. How did you do that?" Jill asked me, looking quite astonished. "What do you mean?" "She's sleeping... and quietly. Anna has been staying with us since the accident and she's only slept a few hours in the last week and every time she ends up screaming as if she was having a nightmare." Jill stared down at Anna for a few seconds, whose head was now lying in my lap, and then walked off to find her family and join them in the funeral procession. I debated for a moment on what I should do and eventually decided to just pick Anna up and carry her out with me to the car that had been arranged for us by the lawyer. I laid Anna down gently in the back of the car, placed myself into the driver's seat, and slowly joined the end of the procession. The cemetery was not very far away, and this final part of the service went quickly. I felt bad about having to wake Anna, especially since it took almost until we were back into the car again and heading towards the lawyer's office before she was actually alert. The actual ride to the lawyer's office took nearly an hour, but that didn't bother me much since my flight back home left from the same city. My plans included a short stop at the layers office and then I'd catch my flight back home since I'd almost be late getting back to work as it was. The whole hour long trip was filled with talk between my sister and I. I felt bad because although I tried asking any and every question I could think of, Anna would give my nothing but short answers. Only about 5 minutes of the trip were spent talking about her life and the remainder centered on me and mine. I had no idea Anna was so interested in what I was doing. Anna was in seventh grade when I left and now she had just graduated from the local high school and had originally planned on going to college to study computer programming, just like me, before the accident. I could tell that now she didn't know what to do, but I couldn't manage to suggest anything what with all her questions. She wanted to know what my job entailed and whether or not I liked it. She wanted to know what it was like where I lived, what the people were like, and once she found out that I lived alone she wanted to know why. When I told her all my answers to all of her questions, she simply smiled, sighed, and began to ask more. When we made it to the lawyer's office and got out of the car, I saw that a few of my relatives were just arriving as well. As soon as we got out and caught sight of them, the very inquisitive and talkative Anna disappear and was replaced by a silent and shy one. I quickly headed up to the building that the lawyers office was in and walked into the law offices, and despite my fast pace Anna was never more then a foot behind me. We were the first two into the lawyer's conference room but within five minutes everyone who was supposed to be there, five of us (Me, Anna, and three of my relatives and their spouses) were there. I didn't pay much attention to the details of the reading. It seemed all very dry and dull, and I couldn't understand why I had been summoned here. What would I have been left in the will? I half listened to what was being said to the others. It seemed that all of my other relatives were getting small items with only personal value. I continued to think, what would they want to leave me? What could they possibly want to leave me that I might possibly find of value? It's not that I was cold hearted or anything such as that, it's just that my family and I never really got along and the only thing from them that I valued were the occasional good memories that I had. Still, I continued to think. "... And to our only son, Robert Lasko, who left to find his place in the world we leave only this thought. Despite what you might think we love you very much and want you to know that when you are happy, we are happy." There was a pause as everyone looked at me and all I could do was smile. "Aren't you going to get mad Robert? They didn't leave you anything! Not that you deserved anything..." My uncle Jim asked me, trailing off at the end. "Why should I be? They gave me what I didn't even know I wanted until right now." I said, more to myself then to Jim or anyone else. When the room became quite again, the lawyer continued to speak. "If Robert is pleased with what we have given him, as we suspect that he is, we leave all that remains of our worldly estate to him." The lawyer put down the document and looked at all the shocked faces in the room. I had been left with their estate. Needless to say, I was shocked. Then the wheels in my head started to turn. Something didn't seem right. Finally, it dawned on me. "Mr. Lewis, didn't you forget Anna?" "I'm sorry Mr. Lasko, the will is quite clear on that point. Anna is to get nothing from the estate." "But why?" "The will doesn't say. What it does say is that they have reasons that Anna will understand." In the next few moments everyone but Mr. Lewis and I left the room. My Aunt Jill took Anna out of the room and into the women's bathroom to try to calm her down, although she seemed perfectly calm to me. The wheels in my head that had started turning earlier were going full steam now. I had only a very short time before my flight left and I still had things to take care of. I left Mr. Lewis with specific instructions. Once Anna returned from the bathroom he was to allow her (or more accurately, provide for her the means) to go back to our parents house and to gather up whatever personal affects she wanted. Then, if she wanted to, she could find plane tickets prepaid and waiting for her at the local airport, with the final destination being my home in Northern Canada. ----------------------------------------- It took three days to get back home and as soon as I arrived I got right back into my work. I had to make up some time to get back on schedule but I was dead tired. I had installed wireless doorbells at different locations throughout the house and now their soft chimes were slowly waking me from my sleep. *Chime*...pause... *Chime*...pause... *Chime*...pause... *Chime*...pause... *Chime*...pause... By the fifth time I was finally able to realize that the soft granular sand I was lying on in my dream was really my keyboard. Apparently I had fallen asleep while working. *Chime* Awake, I finally recognized the chiming noise as the doorbell. Still fully dressed, but also still a little groggy, I slowly walked out to the front door. When I open the door, I was quite surprised to see what I saw. "Anna, you're actually here! And so quickly..." I said, a bit surprised she had chosen to take me up on my offer. "Are you kidding? I've wanted to visit with you and spend time with you ever since you left for school. You can't imagine how happy I was to hear you wanted me to come visit you!" Anna said with the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone make. It almost looked like she was going to start crying again she was so happy. With her standing her in my doorway, I now for the first time actually saw her. At the funeral things were to hectic and to emotional. When I saw her in Hairnov I did see her, but nothing really processed in my brain. Now though... Anna had barely changed in the nearly five years since I left home. If anything, she had become more geeky and awkward. She had gained a few inches in height since I had left, now standing at around 5' 6" but still more then half a foot shorter then me. She still wore the same style of glasses that she had since she was little, large circular ones with very thick lenses that resembled old fashion coke bottles. Her face was still youthfully smooth, (unlike mine, which was showing some signs of an age I had not yet reached) her lips were still thin like I remembered, and since she wore no make up or ear rings her huge glasses were the most attention grabbing feature on her face. My eyes moved from her face to her hair. She had the same blackish brownish hair that I did, the kind that seemed to change shade with the seasons. My eyes followed her hair from the top of her head down. She still wore it the same way as when I left, loosely braided and stretching halfway down her back. As my eyes traced along her hair, something triggered a flag in my brain. I stood staring for a few seconds trying to figure out what it was that didn't seem right about her. Finally, the light bulb flashed. It was her breasts, or better put, the lack of them. Anna was wearing a thin white blouse that I could somewhat see through and I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and that she had probably never worn one in her life. Her nipples were erect and clearly visible through her undershirt, and they appeared to be the same thickness, or thicker, then the very slight curves that tried to pass themselves off as breasts. I suddenly realized that I shouldn't be staring so long at her nipples and that if I didn't divert my attention quickly things could get awkward. I decided to finally take all the details in at once. Since she had grown a few inches, she had obviously bought new clothes since I left, but I couldn't tell for sure. She was wearing the same style of schoolgirl's uniform she had taken a liking to in middle school (despite the fact our school never had a dress code). She was standing in my doorway wearing the same white blouse, long plaid skirt that went down just below her knees, and was holding a single large suitcase by her side. And she was fiercely shivering, but still smiling. It dawned on me that she had been standing out there for at least ten minutes waiting for me to come to the door and was obviously unaware of what the weather was going to be like at my home. Here she was, standing in a blouse and skirt when it was twenty below and snowing. I grabbed her suitcase with hand and grabbed her arm with the other and jerked her inside so hard and quickly that she nearly feel forward onto her face. I then immediately slammed the door behind her. "I'm sorry I took so long to answer the door. I had fallen asleep and didn't know you were going to be arriving so soon. Obviously no one told you what the weather was going to be like up here." I said, forcing the suitcase from her cold, stiff hands and setting it down near the door. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted me to come right away. I didn't mean to inconvenience you. I can go back home if you like." She said, almost whispering. I had to turn and look into her eyes to realize that she was being serious. "No, no, no... You're not inconveniencing me and there is no need to go home." I said, still holding her hand as I began to guide her to the kitchen, "I just wasn't sure if you were coming at all or if so when. I'm glad you came. I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you here." We were in the kitchen shortly and I showed her to a stool at the kitchen counter. I then turned away and began to make something warm for her. Once it was done a few minutes later I turn around to see her still shivering and trying to hold herself for warmth. "Here." I said, extending the large cup to her, "You still like hot chocolate don't you?" When my sister was little she loved hot chocolate. As soon as it would start getting cold she would drink at least a glass of it everyday. She quickly took the glass from me, smiled, and began to frantically drink. Of course, since the liquid was still nearly boiling, after only a few gulps she had to stop, set the glass down, and try cool down her mouth and throat. All while still shivering. I instinctively put my arms around and pushed her close to me, in an attempt to warm her up. It didn't dawn on me that this might have seemed weird to her, but apparently it didn't occur to her either. As soon as my arms were around her she turned to face me and wrapped her body around me. I just stood there for a few minutes, suspending her in the air and rubbing her back as she squeezed me as tight as she could and panted feverishly in an attempt to cool her mouth and warm her body. After a few moments I could feel her legs finally release from around my waist and her grip around my shoulders loosen, so I slowly lowered her to her feet. "Do you feel better?" She shook her head yes and smiled slightly. I went back out and into the front hall closet and get out my full length winter coat that I had gotten at an army surplus store, the kind that Russian guards wore. I took it back with me and draped it over Anna's shoulders and handed her the hot chocolate again. "Alright now, remember, sips not gulps." I said jokingly to her. Her small smile grew back into the one I had seen at the front door. "Come on, follow me. I'll show you around." We went from room to room as I showed off every little aspect of the house to my first house guest ever. Throughout the whole tour I could hear the brushing sound that my coat made against the floor, as it was many inches to long for her. When ever I talked I could hear the little sips she made as she tried to drink without making any noise that might disrupt me and whenever I turned to look at her directly that same smile returned to her face. As we walked from room to room I noticed that just like when we going to lawyer's office, Anna stayed right by side as if she was tethered to me by a rope that was only a foot long. All this seemed a little odd but I shrugged it off, deciding it was probably nothing. We ended the tour with the extra bedroom I had decided to let Anna use. "And here is your room." I said, placing her suitcase on the floor near the door. She slowly walked into the room and looked around as I stayed in the doorway. Once she realized I wasn't coming in she came back to the door. "Alright, I have some work I have to do. I'll come and check on you at about dinner time." I started to turn away when Anna interjected, "Can we go swimming? I haven't been swimming in years!" "You're more then welcome to, but I should really get some work done." I told her, and then looked to see the big smile I had become accustomed to from her. There was no smile at all. "Alright, I'll make a deal with you. You go take a nice warm shower so you're all warmed up and won't die of hypothermia, I'll go do a little work and then meet you in the pool. Okay?" A New Home Morning In the early morning hour, Drew sips his coffee. He looks out his new window that he just finished installing the day before. It was the last thing done in completing the new kitchen. Drew and his family had moved into the house in the summer. The stone home is over 100 years old and was in rough shape. Drew convinced his wife is was a good deal. The large size of the house was key and it had the acreage to go along with it. Drew and his wife June struck a deal. Drew had to rebuild the kitchen first before he did anything else. The anything else was the barn he wants to rebuild so he can work on his old car. Drew saw the walls of the barn and the lack of roof. The previous owner said he was working on it. It was so cheap Drew took his word on it. He feels a hand on his ass and then her lips on his neck. "What are you looking at mister?" June asks as her hand slides around his waist, under his shirt. "How would you like to go back to bed," June says as she grips and gives Drew's crotch a squeeze. Her hand has his cock and balls in her feminine grip. Drew almost spits out his coffee and laughs. "You are insatiable and I love you," he tells his wife. They talk and hug. Drew gives his wife a sip of his coffee. "I did see the neighbors walk down their lawn and back into the woods. It made me think about the barn and how we haven't seen it yet. A lot of the leaves are down now so it should be easy to get back to it. Want to take a walk?" "I will make time for you! Especially with the kids gone all weekend. We can take a walk but I want some ... when we get back," June purrs in his ear. "Ok, be right back," June finishes and Drew watches her tight ass walk away. June gets up to her room and pulls off her t shirt. Standing naked, she pulls on a tee, flannel and then her favorite denim skirt. She slips on her shoes and heads back downstairs. Her brunette hair is back in a pony tail. Drew smiles to acknowledge how good June looks in anything. At 5'5" June comes up to Drew's shoulder. She looks at her husband and feels lust. "You look good," June purrs and strokes his flat belly. "I guess not having a kitchen for a month has knocked off a few pounds," Drew answers and they move on out the back door of the house. They walk down across the lawn and find a narrow trail. Moving into the tree line and walking back into the woods. There is a path coming into their own from another direction. About 50 yards off the tree line is the barn. Drew spots the old stone walls somewhat covered in vines. They walk along the thin path between the ferns and under the massive pine trees. Drew stops and turns to his wife. "It smells good in here," he says as she walks into his arms. Their lips meet softly with his hands on her waist. They kiss below the tall pine trees, deep in the woods. "Want to go back inside?" June asks with a salacious smile. They banter back and forth but agree they can go inside first and check out the barn. Drew's hand is under her top, fingertips brushing her stiff nipple. June fishes her hand down the front of Drew's jeans. Her touch is like a trigger and Drew responds. His cock springs to life in her hand. "Oh you devil woman," Drew whispers in her ear. June giggles and she playfully pulls her hand and darts past Drew on the path. Drew turns and follows quickly after her. The both are all smiles and holding hands as they reach the old barn. The high stone walls are covered in vines but still look very sound. "The roof is gone but the walls are pointed with new concrete. This is in great shape," Drew says and he walks slowly following June. June quickly turns and holds her finger to her lips, asking Drew for silence. June waves him up to go with her toward the door. "The door is cracked open," June whispers. They both look through the open door. Their eyes widen and grow big. "Oh my God this is gorgeous," June says as she lays her eyes on the garden inside the walls. They walk into the walled garden through the wooden door. Looking about, they are immersed in the beauty of roses, vine covered walls, flowers and tall hedges that break the area into rooms. "Did you know about this?" June asks with quizzical look on her face. In an equally flabbergasted look Drew replies, "the owner told me he did some work in here and pointed the walls but that was all. He did say he would miss the old barn the most. They clearly spent some time here." June inhales taking in the lush fresh scent of the plantings. "It is very romantic," purrs June. Drew is busy looking around and does not notice his wife slipping off her denim skirt and top. The open air feels good on her skin. "Oh I love this place already," June says. Her bare feet touch the grass and the fall air touches her skin. June's nipples respond. Her nipples are taut and hard in the open air. "This is incredible and we own it," an occupied Drew mumbles. Drew is examining the door and walls. June shakes her head and bends to smell a flower. June strokes her breast as the sun warms her skin. She lays down on the grass and moans softly. The feeling of being naked and the touch of the grass feels so good to her. She throws her head back and an opens her legs. Drew's mouth drops open as he lays his eyes on June. Feverishly he pulls his shirt and jeans off. Drew is struggling to get his jeans over his boots. He steps back and lands on his ass! "Get over here," June commands and he tosses his shirt into the pile of clothes. It is then that Drew notices a similar pile of clothes nearby. He hadn't seen them earlier but his dick is hard and he doesn't give a fuck. He kneels in the grass and lays with June. Their lips meet and June takes Drew's cock in hand. It drapes over the back of her hand but is growing quickly. She strokes him as they kiss. Naked and laying in the grass, their passions grow. Sun is streaming in through the trees on a warm autumn morning. Her fist pumps his cock with ardent pleasure. His hungry tongue tastes her sultry mouth. June's hips press her pussy to Drew's thigh. She humps him like a teenager. The teenager who met Drew many years ago. Her pussy spreads its dew over Drew's thigh. She moans loudly in encouragement as her husband's hands explore her body. Behind the hedge is Jim and Helen. Jim and Helen had been in the barn when they heard their neighbors coming. They quickly moved behind the hedge to hide. They hid quietly and watched their neighbors strip. Helen is a lean sexy brunette and her husband Jim is a lucky man. They come here every Sunday, sneaking away for a "walk." Their kids never suspect and they get this special time together. They had built this garden with their old neighbors. As the garden grew, it became a special place. Helen often thinks back to that first day Jim fucked her in the grass. This garden had rejuvenated two marriages. Working and planning on it together, had become a labor of love. The couples had even become so close that they often shared the garden together. As Helen and Jim watched their neighbors grow more heated, they each thought of that time when they had been caught by another couple. The four of them ended up sowing seeds behind the garden walls. Naked and kneeling behind the bushes, Jim and Helen watch their new neighbors. The excitement of almost being caught in the act has their blood pumping. Jim looks down at his aching cock. His cock is mammoth at nine inches in length. Jim's hands land on his wife's fine ass. Helen looks back at him with a smile. Helen pushes her ass out and Jim slides his hard cock into her. Her pussy is wet and ready. They had been fucking when Drew and June showed up. Watching their neighbors has kept the desire on high. They are being very quiet. Helen's fingers find her clit. Jim's big cock finally hits bottom. Helen lets out a silent moan. Her mouth forms a perfect circle. Jim and Helen quietly fuck with their eyes are on the new neighbors. June looks gorgeous with her thick brunette hair, green eyes, full breasts and shaved pussy. Drew kisses June's pussy with his hands on her ass. Sucking her sensitive clit into his mouth, Drew is lost in his wife's pleasure. June sloppily sucks her husbands cock. The sun is on her back as she grinds her pussy on Drew's chin. Drew is on his back in the grass. A fingertip teases June's slippery asshole. Her pussy tightens and she cums hard. "Oh fuck ... oh ... oh ... oh oh oh," June calls out in the throws of orgasm with Drew's wet cock against her face. Faster now, Jim is fucking his wife from behind. In and out, he moves with his hands on her hips. Helen is moving in front of him. She pushes back up into Jim each time their skin meets. A gentle slapping sound is audible. Jim thinks nothing of it and continues pounding her pussy. Her pussy is clutching at his cock with desire. Jim's thighs, cock and balls are drenched in her excitement. "Oh fuck yes," a moan escapes Helen's lips. She could not take it any longer. Drew and June's heads snap and look at the bush that hides their neighbors. "Faster ... oh faster," Helen moans loudly. Jim responds as he feels his own cum welling up inside him. The slapping of their skin is loud and clearly identifiable. "Oh Jim ... I'm gonna cum," Helen calls out. Jim empties his load into Helen and it sets her off. Helen cums hard with Jim's massive dick pounding her hot pussy. June knows it is their neighbors behind the bushes. It excites her even more. "Don't you dare stop," June moans out. June is riding Drew's thick cock. She is on top of him and rocking her clit down on her husband's shaft. Faster and faster she moves. It is setting her off again and she is sopping wet. She is close, so close. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GOD YES," June moans out as she orgasms for the second time. He has been slow on the trigger but the tightness of her pussy is too much for Drew. The volume is so much it runs down his shaft and balls. June lays on Drew's muscular chest. Jim and Helen walk around the hedge. June looks up and smiles. Her eyes stray down to Jim's enormous cock. "Helen you are a lucky lady," June says. "June you are a very lucky lady too," Helen responds and they both laugh. "Helen you are clearly luckier because you got to watch us have sex ... we didn't get to see you two!" Helen stands and walks to June. They whisper and hug. The men watch their every move. The girls know it and turn to with their breasts touching. They giggle like schoolgirls! They both start picking up clothes. "What's going on," Drew asks. "I am going to go home and make us a nice lunch. We are going to meet back here at noon and spend some time getting to know each other," Helen says. We all talk about it and get dressed and head out. Walking up to the house, June asks Drew if he thought Helen is attractive. Drew lies and says, "I didn't really notice." "Liar," says June and they both laugh. "Jim is a good looking guy," Helen says and Drew gets a little jealous. Drew thinks about it and smiles. It feels good to get a little jealous for his wife. A New Home Ch. 02 It's hard to imagine that it was only ten months ago when my life changed. Less then a year ago my life was bland. I had a good job and a great house but it wasn't a home. I was all alone and at the time I thought that was the way I wanted it. But then my parents died in an accident and I had to head home to deal with things. That was the catalyst that put everything into motion. My little sister Anna was hit pretty hard by everything the loss of our parents and I was the only family she had left so after all the legal situations were handled back home I offered to let her come and stay with me for a few weeks. While she was staying with me I finally learned her deep dark secret; she had been madly in love with me for years and had been saving herself for me. It took a few days to settle in my brain but eventually I realized that fate had pushed us to this and all I could do was take her in into my home and return her love. That was ten months ago. A few things had changed since then…. "Honey, wake up. Wake up Robert dearest. I made you breakfast in bed." I opened up one eye to see her standing next to our bed, holding a tray of food. "You didn't have to do that Anna." "But I wanted to. I wanted to start off our first official day as husband and wife the right way." That's right! We had gotten married the night before. It took a few months of poking around but I had finally found someone who was capable of forging legal documents. Six months ago, after paying a large fee, she became Anna Smith, my fiancée. Last night, after a small ceremony with a few friends, she became Anna Lasko again, only this time she was able to put a Mrs. in front of her name. "Alright, but sit down next me. If you really want to start the day off right then you need to eat too. We'll share." I was pleased to see she wasn't going to put up any protest against my suggestion. She was a submissive girl and didn't like to feel like I going to too much trouble over her. Lately though she had calmed down a lot. We both knew why. Anna didn't like leaving the house very much and every moment she spent inside she was completely naked. I'm not really surprised by that fact though. I went away to college the year before she went to high school and things weren't easy for her while I was gone. She was fairly short with a small build, small breasts, and her thick glasses and her shy, quite nature gave her a geeky bookish aura. With the small town we were originally from that could lead to only one outcome: isolation. She tried desperately to make friends with the girls in her class and to get a boyfriend but in those five years she completely failed at both. Add to that the fact that our parents had found her diary and read about her taboo longings for me. I can't even imagine how hard and lonely life was for her. With all of those circumstances added together, I'm not at all surprised that she wanted to spend everyday as my submissive sex kitten. I loved watching her crawl into bed next to me. She would always have on the biggest smile I'd ever see her wear when she'd come crawling up to me. It was clear her favorite part of the day was when she got to snuggle up to me. I'm sure she could tell it was my favorite part of the day as well. Once she was finally snuggled up next to me I kissed her good morning as I did everyday and kissed her stomach as I had been doing everyday for the last few months. And just like everyday before, the site and feel of her loving little body and her extended belly lying next to me made me instantly hard. "So, have you thought of any names yet Anna?" Anna was quite for a minute, as if she was debating if she actually wanted to say anything. "Yes. Yes I have." "Really? I'm glad to hear that. I've been asking you that question everyday for three months and everyday you said no." Anna was quite after I said this to her. "Well, what have you thought of?" "I've been thinking really long about this and…" She said, confidently at first but trailing off at the end. "Go on, tell me." "If it's a girl I'd like to name her Julia." I smiled at hearing this. "I think Grandmother would be pleased to have our child named after her. But what if it's a boy?" I had been taking Anna to get prenatal exams ever since we first realized she was pregnant. A while back one of the sonograms revealed the gender of our child. While I opted to see the results, Anna refused to look saying "She'd find out when it was time." Because of this fact I knew it was far more important to decide on a name for a boy. Again Anna paused, looking quite nervous. I could tell it took her a lot of courage to finally speak. "If it's a boy… I want to name it after you." As soon as the words came out of her mouth Anna's face turned pale and her smile faded. I could see a look of shame and fear in her eyes that she only showed in extreme circumstances. "Alright." She blinked a few times in disbelief before the look of terror finally faded. "Alright? You don't mind?" "Of course I don't mind. I love you and I'd be honored to have the product of our love named after me." There was a long silence again as Anna started to run her fingers along my shaft. "So, which is it going to be?" She asked me. "What do you mean?" It was clear neither of us wanted breakfast anymore. Anna was too busy running her tongue up and down my cock now to care about food. "The baby, now that we've decided on a name for it if it's a girl or boy I want to know which one it is." "You're in your third trimester already, you can't wait any longer to find out?" Anna, unlike most women, loved the taste of my cum and the feel of my cock in her mouth from the first time she tried it. I knew that wasn't what she wanted today though. This was the first official day of our honeymoon at home and she was using her mouth to lube me up. "Robert honey, I can't even wait until after breakfast for you to fuck me. I want to know and I want it so bad. I need both of them right now or I might explode!" She was serious. Usually she liked to give me head first thing in the morning and have me shoot me cum all over her face or, now that she was noticeably pregnant, her breasts and stomach. Today, on the other hand, I was barely licked at all before she was on top of me and forcing my cock into her puffy pussy. "Are you sure you want to know?" I said, teasing her. "Yes, I want it… I want to know." She said, having trouble separating her longings for physical love and her longing to know. This was my little sister's honeymoon and now she wanted to know the most important thing about our child since she first got pregnant. I knew I could make this perfect and I knew exactly how to do it. Anna craved any ounce of attention I could give her and in ten months I could not find a sexual act she would turn down. Still, I had discovered her favorite and I was going to use it. Anna had told me many times that she didn't like being on top during sex so I decided to alleviate her discomfort. Even pregnant, Anna's small frame made her easy to pick up and carry so that's exactly what I did. When I picked her up I placed my hands on her back and butt so that when she wrapped her legs around me I could carry her without having to pull out. Depending on how I held her, either her neck or her swollen breasts would be at my face level. Taking the chance to be romantic, I nibbled on her neck as I stumbled towards to door that lead out of our room. I slammed the door shut when I made it to it and pressed Anna up against the door. Anna knew we reserved this game for special occasions and I could tell by the look on her face that she was ready. Every time I thirsted into her, her tiny body would squirm upwards and a little bit of her cum would leak out of her and run down my shaft. We would then be more slippery and it would then be harder for her to stay up high on the door. Just in case she was able to keep herself up, I knew her weakness. Even before they had puffed up with milk Anna loved to have her breasts played with. Now that they were so swollen and puffy, even a little bit of attention to her nipples would get her to whimper with delight. Every time her body slid down she would inevitably reach the door knob. With only a split second of that icy cold door knob touching her tight little butt she'd be thrusting back onto me, ready to start again. The whole procedure could be repeated dozens of times a minute. Within one minute she started to pant. By two minutes the panting became moaning. By the third minute she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. By the fourth minute her nipples started to leak and she couldn't keep her eyes open. Then… She couldn't hold in the screams of lust and pleasure any longer and even I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I knew her climax would be huge because no other act would get her pussy to contract this tightly. It almost felt like it was going to squeeze my cock straight off me. As her grip reached it's tightest I could no longer hold it in. A mighty river of cum shot out of my cock deep into her womb and as soon as my cum touched her insides I could feel an even larger amount of her cum leaking out her. As our bodies slowly returned to normal we both feel to ground, her still in my arms. We lay panting on the floor for many moments as our cum slowly drip out of her. "Oh god Robert, that felt so good. I can't even move!" "Don't worry, we'll lay here for a minute and then I'll go get our breakfast from the end table near our bed. I know I wore you out and you and Robert Junior need your energy." I don't know how I expected her to respond to hearing we were going to have a son but I knew this would be the best time to tell her. It was hard to make out what she was saying since she was exhausted and both crying and talking at the same time now, but eventually I pieced together what she was saying. "When I was little and dreamed about us, I always dreamed it would be you, me, and a little boy! Now the last part of my dream is coming true." A New Home Ch. 03 To my beloved brother Robert, I wish I knew when I could see you again. It's been so long that I think I may be losing my mind. Every day seems like a month and every second is painful knowing you don't even know how I feel towards you. When it's late at night and I can't keep my fingers from strolling around my body all I can do is close my eyes and pretend that it is your fingers that are tracing around my areolas. Or that it is your hand that is gently brushing over the pubic hairs on my mound. I remember overhearing you and one of your ex-girlfriends before you left. That's how I learned that you like it when girls keep their pubic hair trimmed. Since that day every time I shave my legs I make sure to guide the razor ever so gently around my temple, leaving just the tiniest, softest hairs to stand guard at the temple doors. I probably wouldn't have to work on it so often but I'd hate to not be perfectly made for you on that day when you finally realize how good I can be to you. I know if I work hard enough at it I can be so perfect for you that you'll have to realize it. Everyone says that guys love it when their girlfriends give them head so I've been practicing. Oh no Robert, it's not what it sounds like! I haven't been going around turning tricks for the practice. I don't want you to view me as dirty and, to be honest, I only want to wrap my lips around your member! Some of my friends and I went to an adult book store a while back and while I was there I purchased one of those ultra-realistic dildos, you know the kind that look and feel just like a real man's member. I use the suction cup on the end of it to attach it to the end of my bed frame and I spend thirty minutes working on it every night. I think I've gotten really good at it now! I can touch every inch of it now with my tongue (not all at once of course) and I can even take the whole length without gagging at all! The dildo even has the function to shot out a liquid via a hand pump so I've been practicing swallowing at the end of my nightly practice because everyone says guys don't like it when their girlfriend spits. I don't really know what a man's semen tastes like so I just had to use a recipe I found online. They say it doesn't taste the same but at least it has the same texture. I wish I knew what your cum tasted like. I wish I could have a nice, big load of it in my mouth right now! I'd swish it around my mouth until it had coated every centimeter of surface in my mouth and then I'd let it dribble down my throat. Once I had swallowed it all I would smile at you and ask – no beg- you for more. Do you like to fuck girls in their asses? Sometimes I like to fantasize that you do. My friend Jenny told me that some guys prefer to do girls in the bum because they don't have to worry about them getting pregnant. I'm sure you're not ready for kids yet and since I'm not on the pill... well I guess I just figured that if you ran out of condoms one day and you forgot to go pick up more you could just bend me over and thrust your manly cock deep into my tight little bum. I trust you with all my heart so when you tell me that you're clean I'll believe you so you could even bust your nut inside of me. Is that phrase right, bust your nut? I thought I overheard some guys use it the other day. I hope I don't sound stupid if I'm using it wrong... or if it means something completely different from what I think it means. What kind of underwear do you like? I mean what kind of underwear do you like girls to wear because I already know that you wear boxers! I've never been able to figure out if you'd rather see me as plain and simple or extremely girly and feminine. Image it is late at night and you've snuck into my room. Which would you rather see me in: simple soft white panties with no bra and perhaps one of your own old t-shirts hang down so you can see just a little bit of my panties? Or maybe you'd rather I'd wear bright pink silk panties and a mainly transparent pink nightgown? I have them both just in case. I keep waiting for you to come home. I hope you do soon because my desires just keep getting stronger and dirtier and only you can satisfy them. Saving myself for you, Anna A New Home for Lena The car was stuffy, overpacked and hot as we drove. I'm Lena, and this summer was the summer that I moved in with Dad. My mother ran off and left me alone with my grandmother I loved my grandmother dearly but as my Aunt said "An eighteen year old should not be straining a woman with a heart condition." I missed grandma lots but I mainly thought about my former boyfriend, Ty, as we drove through the flat Alberta countryside. She wouldn't trust me with her car. Ty loved to kiss my thick lips and cuddle me close (I'm thinking this was to feel my full breasts) but I never let him go any farther. I've always been self conscious, everyone tells me there's no reason to considering I'm "gorgeous." I guess I'm okay standing at 5'7 with large green eyes and dark brown hair like my Dad's, I inherited full hips and nice proportions from my Mom. I noticed we were getting closer and closer to Dad's place as I saw his farm up ahead...I haven't seen him for so long...will he like me?. "Don't worry honey your father is a nice man, it's good you get to know him," my Aunt said slowing down the car. "I hope I will..." I glanced towards the looming building noticing my father on the step. My Dad was a fairly chubby man, he was balding but had a nice set of strong arms from his work on the farm. I still remember hugging him and inhaling his rich spicy aroma. I got out of the car delicately placing a sandaled foot on to the dusty ground as he rushed forward and held me in his arms, I was shocked by the speed of this event, but was happy he made the first move. There it was...that smell again...so musky and full..his body still felt portly but somehow it was soothing feeling his hands grip agains my back. "Honey..I missed you so much...I-I-I always wanted to see you again you know after your Mom took you away but she wouldn't let me..." His eyes filled with tears as he quickly kissed my forehead. "I know Dad I know..." I held him tighter not realizing my breasts were pressing into his soft belly. "Let's go inside and catch up on things." He smiled at me and led me in as my Aunt drove off in the distance. I walked in and was surprised by the mess this place was, there were dirty clothes piled all over and everything was scattered. "Sorry about the mess," he looked down quickly, "I was so busy with the farm you know..." I smiled at him forgivingly. "Dad I'm kinda tired actually could I just go to bed and we can catch up tomorrow?" I asked. "Okay sweety I ordered a bed for you but it isn't here yet so you may aswell sleep on the couch for now." He gestured toward the blue chesterfield piled with blankets and a pillow. "Sweet dreams.." with that he left me alone. I took off my shirt...his spicy smell was on it..I quickly inhaled it and traced it to my breasts..noticing how hard my nipples were..I can't think like that...he's my Dad. So then I began to think of Ty...his muscled body..I should of let him fuck me...I wanted him to ravage me like an animal but I didn't have the guts..I turned out the lights and slid off my panties running my finger up and down the length of my wet slit..I thought of Ty's hard cock pushing in and out of my tight cunt until I came so hard I kicked my leg out knocking over a pile of Dad's clothes. I quickly went to go pile them up and noticed a pair of his boxers. I tried to stop myself...but there was a stain on the dark blue cotton..it was stiff by now but it was a thick white stain...Daddy's cum...I absentmindedly pick them up and smelled them...mmm they smelled like Daddy, I began to rub them against my pussy. I suddenly realised what I was doing and stuffed them beneath my pillow in embarrassment. It was then I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to the sound of Daddy making breakfast...he was only wearing a pair of his boxers..and I was wearing the nightie I outgrew a few years ago...but I couldn't let go of it. "Morning Sunshine," he said smiling at me.." morning Dad." He looked down at the pancakes and said, "there's something we need to talk about." I looked at him a bit worried.. "Honey I watched you last night while you were sleeping, I saw you play with my boxers..." "I'm I'm ...so sorry!!!," I blushed deeply. "What I meant to say was---" "I'm sorry!" I intruded again. "Lena!," he yelled. "Yes Dad..." I said looking at the floor. That was when he grabbed me and slipped his tounge between my lips...feeling every corner of my mouth, I instinctively pushed my pelvis against him..noticing a hard bulge in his boxers... "C'mon honey get down on your knees and do what I know you want to do.." he looked at me full of lust and I knew what he wanted. I traced my hand over the fabric tracing the outline of his cock and quickly pulled down his boxers...it was huge, 9 inches and thick around. "Mmmm Daddy..." I grabbed his trobbing organ and sucked on the head, my other hand rubbing his balls.. "Mmmmm baby yessss....." I took more in while he moaned and rocked his hips farther and farther until I had his whole nine inches down my throat..I sucked harder and harder tasting his precum...my lips were getting puffy and swollen and his cock was soooo hard... "Babyyyy yessss I'm cumming....!" Suddenly my mouth filled with my Daddy's seed..he tasted so good..a little bit dripped from the corner of my mouth...and wanted some of this in my pussy.... "Fuck that was good, how about you become Daddy's little whore Lena? would you like that?" He pulled me up to my knees and rubbed my hard nipple...my pussy tingled at his words.. "Yes Daddy...take me!" He grabbed my arm and threw me onto his bed and pinned me down kissing my neck and working his way down to suck on my nipples...I moaned into his ear.... "Oh Daddy I love you..." I arched my back in pleasure. "You'll love me more once I'm done..." he quickly thrust his head between my legs as he licked and licked at my pink cunt my swollen clit throbbing with every lick...then he began to rub his fingers in and out of my tight hole..I felt my body begin to shake... "Oh Daddy I'm cumminnggg! your little whore is cumming!" I writhed around as an orgasm racked my lithe body with pleasure. Daddy licked his lips and rubbed his thick cock, it was hard again and oozing precum,...."spread your legs for Daddy..." I spread my long slender legs and he thrust into me. I stung and began to bleed, but then it felt soooo good, he was so thick and slid eaily with our juices...Daddy's hips slammed into me nice and slow...his balls slapping against me... "You want it hard baby?" he asked his voice a husky whisper. "Yes!!!" with that he fucked my harder and harder his fat prick making it to the end of my tight pussy while he moaned and once and awhile bent down to kiss me this time he whispered in my ear..."Daddy is gonna shoot his hot seed into his baby's belly now,...does my whore like that?" "Mmmm yessss" with that Daddy went at me like mad grabbing my hips and forcing his way into me. Then I felt it...his hot seed pouring into me as he moaned and slowed his irratic thrusting, I came again moaning loudly. He pulled out and a big string of cum dripped on to my pussy. "Who are you baby?" he whispered into my ear laying a kiss onto my neck. "I'm daddy's slut." I moaned feeling his limp shaft. "That's right." He fell on top of me, his fat body covering me with his sweat and stench as we lied on his cum covered sheets and caught our breath. I love my Daddy. A New Home I felt a rare warmth inside myself when her smile returned. "Okay!" She said as perky as I could ever remember anyone sounding and then almost started to run towards the shower. I turned again to return to my room. I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't focus on my work. I spent nearly an hour tapping away at the keyboard but at the end of that only one short function had been written. I figured it probably had to do with Anna being here. She was my first house guest ever and the only family member I'd seen in five years and her energy was so infectious that I couldn't concentrate on lines of code. I put the computer into standby mode and went to go look for my swimming trunks. Despite having an indoor pool in my house I didn't swim very often so it took a few minutes to find them. When I finally did find them I had to brush off all the dust that had acquired on them. Once undressed and into my trunks I headed into my private bathroom and out the private doorway to the pool. When I got there I found that Anna was already in the pool and swimming in the direction facing away from me. I quickly got into the pool, submerged and darted towards Anna. She was moving slowly so it was easy to catch up to her. When I approached her I decided to play a trick. I pushed myself a little faster and lower and managed to get partially underneath her and then reached up and ran my index finger in a little circular pattern on her stomach. I barely got a semicircle done before she darted off. I surfaced just in time to see her turn around from her new spot a good twenty feet away. My trick had worked; she had no idea I had been there and for a split second looked nervous that a stranger was after her. Once she realized it had been me we both began to laugh. Despite our ages, we spent the next few hours playing childish pool games the same way we had 10 or so years ago when we last had a family vacation together. Although it was nearly midnight when we finished our play time, neither of us were aware of this despite the pitch black view coming in from the large pool room windows. Eventually I migrated over to the small hot tub that was built in next to the pool and, as I expected Anna followed. We sat and watched the stars for nearly an hour without either of us saying anything. Finally Anna broke the silence. "Robbie," she said and then paused before continuing, "You've had sex before haven't you?" I laughed quietly to myself as streams of memories flashed through my mind. In Hairnov that's all there was to do for fun. Once you turned eighteen your older friends would let you in on the big secret. The senior parties were a total mystery to underclassmen but once you hit that magic number it all became clear, usually at your first party. Where as underclassmen parties usually involved lots of loud music, dancing, lots of pizza, and maybe some making out, senior parties involved loud music and sex. At most of these parties almost every senior was there and inhibitions were not. The parties usually followed the same pattern: A large group of people would gather and everyone would relax and start mingling. After a while the deliveries would arrive. The deliveries, of course, were always the same: a large pile of pizzas, some booze (we liked to call it spiked punch, but there rarely was any punch to it), and a monstrous amount of condoms. The people who went on the delivery runs had to change every party and they often had to go to near by cities so no one would get suspicious, but we all chipped in and they always arrived. Shortly after, the party usually broke down into something resembling an orgy. These were the places were you earned your reputation. Our school wasn't like other schools were things were based on rumors, if people made comments about a girl being easy or a slut or a lesbian or if people made comments about a guy being small or unable to perform adequately or a freak it was because something was done at one or more party and since these comments were based on events that everyone saw, these taunts stuck with you forever. I rather enjoyed the parties, and I went to almost all of them. On these weekends it didn't matter if you had a girlfriend or not because there was always at least one girl who had her eyes on you and finally had the courage to do something about it. I rarely took part in the sex acts that took multiple people, although twice I had a threesome with two girlfriends and once I took part in a gangbang, but I didn't care for the later much and the prior was too awkward to continue. Even for those of us who choose not to take part in the more extreme acts there was always something to see. Once I got to college the parties changed along with the sex. There weren't anymore freaky parties to go to, but there was rarely a time I didn't have a girlfriend. In my four years there I had six girlfriends and had some degree of a sexual relationship with four of them. Sadly, it seemed there was an inverse relationship between intelligence and sex drive and every girl I got involved with had a fairly strong sex drive. So they all ended with break up and since graduating and moving out to the middle of nowhere I hadn't been involved with anyone. I wasn't too upset about this fact, the abnormal quantity and variety of my earlier sex life made up for it. All of the parties, all of the dates, all of the girlfriends flowed through my mind at once. Finally, I shook all the thoughts from my head and answered. "Of course." I said, nonchalant. "What's it like?" Anna asked, blushing and unable to look me in the face. "What do you mean? Do you mean for me, or like my first time, or for men in general or what?" I asked, unsure what she meant. "I just mean.... never mind." She said, blushing the brightest red I'd ever seen and now staring down at her feet. "No, what do you mean? I mean, we are both adults here and we've both done it so you don't have to be so nervous about it." "I'm going to go cool down in the pool for a few minutes." Anna said without looking at me. She moved out of the hot tub and back into the pool as quickly as she could and dove down into the water. I wasn't sure why she was so bothered, but I felt I needed to find out and it seemed that she wanted to tell me but was afraid. After a few seconds I got out of the hot tub and waited at the edge of the pool for Anna to surface. Once she did, I didn't wait or expect her to turn and face me. "I don't know about you, but it's pretty late and I'm very exhausted from all our swimming. I'm going to shower and then go make something for dinner. If you'd like, you can join me in the kitchen once you're done." I said, trying to sound calm and friendly. I knew that this moment wasn't the time to press my questioning further. Without looking back to see if she was going to acknowledge me, I turned and headed back through the private entrance to my bathroom, stripped down and stepped into the shower. Every muscle in my body was tired and I hadn't eaten since the night before, so in my mind there was a conflict as to how a long a shower to take. A long one would make my body feel good but my hunger made me want to rinse the chlorine off and go eat. Some how a long shower won out and it was nearly thirty minutes later before I stepped out of the shower and found my clothes. When I finally made it out to the kitchen I was surprised to see that Anna was already redressed and there and even more shocked to see two plates of food set food at the table, with Anna sitting in front of one of them waiting patiently. "You didn't have to wait for me. I'm sure you're just as hungry as I am and I would have understood." "I wanted to wait. I wanted the company." I sat down in front of the other plate, which was set right across from Anna, and began to eat. We were nearly halfway done with the meal before anyone said anything. "So, what did you mean by your question earlier." I asked abruptly. Anna stopped eating and just looked at the plate. "Anna, what ever it is you can tell me. I'm your older brother and if you want to know somethin..." "I want to know what it's like." She asked, interpreting me. "You said that before, but I need to know what you mean by that. What was it like my first time or the best time or..." "I just mean in general." She said, cutting me off again. "In general?" "Yes." "What do you mean, in general what?" "WHAT IS SEX LIKE?" She practically screamed at me, finally looking me in the face but only for a moment. Then she looked back done at her plate and seemed ashamed. "I don't..." I began, but never got to finish since at this point Anna placed her head down on the table and began to cry. "Anna, what's the matter?" I asked, standing up, walking over to her side of the table and putting my arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. "I just want to know what sex is like... because I've never had any!" She said, still crying. "You mean you're a virgin?" I asked her, surprised that with the senior party tradition that anyone could turn eighteen and still be a virgin in Hairnov. For a moment Anna stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Robbie, kiss me on the lips." Anna said in more of a begging tone then a statement or a request. "What?" I asked in confusion, but when it looked like she was going to start crying again quickly gave her a little peck on the lips. "No, like you would if I was any other girl." Again, it looked like she was going to cry again and I decided to accommodate her odd request. I placed one of my hands on each side of her face, turned my head slightly and placed a long slow kiss on her lips. After a moment, when I pulled away, I saw that she still had her eyes closed and was still holding the same position of her head. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked at me. "That was the first kiss any boy has ever given me." She said with a mixture of pride and sadness. "Wait... you've never even kissed a boy?" I asked, assuming when she told me she was a virgin that she had at least done something. "Not until right now." "How did you make through the senior parties without having sex?" She looked at me confused. "Did you go to any senior parties?" "I tried to go to one of them but they wouldn't even let me in. I didn't even get to see what was going on inside. What did happen at those parties?" She asked with a tone that showed a strong sense of desperation to know. "So you never had a boyfriend nor had boy ask you to a dance or anything like that?" She shook her head no. "It's not that I didn't try. I asked out every guy in my class and every guy in the grade below me." "And none of them would go out with you... ever?" Again she shook her head no. "There were even a few girls in my class who were known for being either lesbians or bisexual, I don't know how people knew but word got around even to me. I tried asking them out, even though I'm not actually attracted to other girls, and they even turned me down." "Really?" "I couldn't believe it! Even the whore who sold her self to guys in the bathroom at lunch time wouldn't have anything to do with me... and I offered her fifty dollars." I couldn't say anything to her anymore. All I could do now was keep my arm around her shoulder and feel bad for my little sis. After a few minutes Anna abruptly stood up started and walk out of the room only saying "I want to go to bed now." I felt horrible for her, but I didn't know what to do so I let her leave. It was at this point that I finally realized that it was nearly two in the morning. A sudden wave of exhaustion fell over me and I realized that whatever I was going to do, it would have to be done tomorrow. I still didn't know what it was I could do for her though, if anything. ---------------------------------------- As soon as my head hit my pillow I was asleep and I had the most wonderful dreams but all I could remember was the last one when I woke up. I had been dreaming about one of my previous girlfriends, Cindy. She was a beautiful girl and had huge breasts, 34 DD, the biggest I'd ever seen in person. She was very sexually playful and one of her favorite actions was to have me titty fuck her. (She would lie down with me straddling her right below her breasts and while she squeezed them together I would fuck them) It felt even better in this dream then it did in real life and I woke up just in time to feel my groin rapidly pulse and then shoot out a huge load. Afterwards my body relaxed and I looked out my window and noticed it was daylight. I looked over and my clock on the night stand read 11:30. As the after effects from my orgasm wore off I started to feel like something was out of place. I looked around my room but everything seemed normal. Finally, I realized that my computer, which sat at the center of my room and I distinctly remembered putting into stand by, was now back in a fully operational mode. I bolted out of bed and rushed over to the computer and began to investigate. With a few keystrokes I brought up the operating systems log and began to skim it. There was no mention of any copying of source code or alterations to any of my projects. The only thing that seemed out of place was that from three in the morning until five in the morning someone had been opening a lot of my files. I checked the security alarm on the wall and it indicted that it was on and functioning. I had originally thought that someone had broken in to steal some of my projects, but why wouldn't they copy them or at least damage my work. In one swift motion I went from crouched down in front of my monitor to standing straight up and facing back towards my bed and the main door out of my room. I had heard a noise and at first I thought it was the intruder but I didn't see anyone. Then I finally saw Anna's head pop out from under my blankets. "Oh, it's just you making that noise. I thought there was corporate spy or something in the house." I said, and then turned back to the keyboard and began to check a few more files. In what would seem like an almost cartoonish action, I jolted back around to face my bed. "What are you doing in my bed Anna? Do you know why my computer is on?" "I'm sorry. I was using it last night. I didn't think you would mind." I sighed with relief now that I realized that my work had not been stolen, but then all the other things that didn't add up started to click into my head. I was about to ask what she had been looking at on my computer when I realized that despite falling asleep fully dressed I wasn't currently wearing any pants or boxers. "What were you doing on my computer last night?" When she blushed I began to get worried. "I was looking at some of the porn you had on your hard drive." "You were what?" I asked, quite shocked. It's not that I didn't know about the porn on my computer, I had stored quite a bit of it for later enjoyment. "I'm sorry Robbie, I didn't think you'd mind." "You know, you really shouldn't go through peoples stuff without asking. I might get.... wait, do you know why I'm not wearing any pants?" Anna just let out a giggle. It was then that I noticed something odd on her face. As I walked closer I realized two things at once. First, it became clear that the odd feature on her face was a small glob of cum above her lip and near her nose and secondly that Anna wasn't wearing a shirt. "Anna, what is going on here?" I screamed at her. I hadn't meant to scream at her, I meant to stay calm and ask nicely in case there was a rational explanation but the screaming just came out. When Anna first bolted out of bed I thought she was going to run for the door and at this point I was totally confused as to what had gotten into my little sister. When I realized she was running towards me I was even more confused but not as confused as when she came to within a few feet of me and then feel down onto her knees and lowered her head. "I'm sorry Robbie, I just couldn't control myself. I felt so bad after what we were talking about last night, especially since you were so kind and friendly earlier in the night and then I came into the room and starting looking on the computer and seeing all those pictures and videos and I just longed for it so bad. At first I thought that maybe if I just lay naked next to you I could pretend like we had done it and then I would feel better but as the night went on it only built up more. Eventually I just had to taste you; I had to know what it was like to have a cock in my mouth." Anna was weeping uncontrollably in front of me and part of me want to comfort her, to tell her that everything was already but something inside stopped me. I just stood silently looking down at her. For nearly teen minutes she cried until eventually she started to quite herself. I could hear her whispering something now, but I couldn't tell what she was saying. "What are you saying Anna. Spit it out!" My choice of words left a dirty image in my mind. The spit it out reference triggered thoughts of what my sister looked like sucking on my cock. She repeated herself louder, but I still couldn't hear her. "Speak up!" "I need more. I need you Robbie!" I froze. She was asking me for more but I couldn't manage to say anything. It was clear Anna took my silence as disapproval. "It wouldn't be so bad. We are both adults now." Again I couldn't say anything. "Come on Robbie, you told me in the car that it occasionally gets lonely up here and that it was a lot of working doing all the chores and working long days on those programs. I could cook for you, do the cleaning, and we could provide each other with romance and release from our sexual frustrations." Again I just couldn't say anything. For a few moments there was silence. Then I was even more shocked at what my sweet little innocent sister said. "I saw all the stuff on your computer, the gigabytes of pornography. I know I don't have big breasts and it would take lots of practice for me to be able to do any of the things that the porn stars can do but I did see that video on your desktop, the one you labeled as the best video ever." I hadn't watched that video in a long time and I no longer remember what it was about. She moved her gaze up from the floor just long enough to notice my confusion. When she got to her feet and began to walk towards my computer I finally noticed that Anna wasn't wearing any pants or panties. She was totally nude and my eyes wondered down to her pelvis and although I felt a little guilty I couldn't help but smile at what I saw. Her pussy looked so tight and was perfectly clean shaven, no stubble or hair of any kind. When she got over to my computer I turned to face her and began to walk back over when my eyes darted down to her ass. Again I had a guilty smile streak across my face as I saw how small and tight it was. When I got up next to her I turned my eyes back away from her ass and to the computer monitor. She dragged the mouse and clicked and the movie began to play. The movie was not very tasteful and I can't remember why I placed it on the desktop or why I gave it its name. The video showed a very meek woman who wore nothing but a dog collar and a leash. For the twenty minutes that the film lasted the woman was repeated forced to do humiliating tasks and was generally mistreated. It wasn't the most offensive or degrading master/slave video but it wasn't one I wanted Anna to see. When the movie ended Anna spoke before I could say anything about the video. "I can be her." She said with no hesitation or remorse. Again, just like last night, all I could say was "What?" "I can be her. I can be her for you. I can be your slave girl. All you have to do is say yes." Anna said, by the end nearly begging. A New Home "Anna, I think you're just really horny and need to take a cold shower before you say anything that you might regret." I waited inquisitively when Anna let out a huge sigh that seem to indicate she was going to say or do something she was already nervous about. "Robbie, didn't you ever wonder why I never wrote you any letters when you were in college. Mom and dad wrote you occasionally." "You wrote me some my freshman year and then you stopped." "Dad made me stop." "What? Why would he do that?" "Because I forgot one day and left my diary out and he read it." "So?" "He stopped reading and got angry when he saw all the entries I had that involved you and the fantasies I had." "What?" "I longed for you Robbie, I loved you. I don't know when I realized that I wanted to submit to you, to be subservient to you, but this isn't something that just appeared because I'm horny and it won't go away with a cold shower. That's why mom and dad didn't leave me anything in the will. They were ashamed of me. They were ashamed of how much I loved and lusted over my big brother." Anna dropped down to her knees and laid her head at my feet. For a moment there was total silence. Then Anna stood up and headed for the door. "I'll go get my things. I'll be out of here in a half hour or less." All of the things she had said were circling around in my head. By the time she made to the door I manage to get a few words out of my mouth. "Go get your things and bring them to me." She stopped at the door for only a second and didn't turn around. Once she was gone I walked over and sat down on my bed and waited for my little sister's return. About ten minutes later she came back into the room, now fully dress again in her blouse and skirt, dragging her suitcase behind her. She walked over to where I was sitting, placed the case down at my feet and stared at me with no emotion at all showing in her face. I took the suitcase and lugged it over to one of my closets and opened both the closet and the suitcase. One by one I took out her outfits and hung them up in the closets. Once all the clothes were out of the suitcase I noticed that there were still a few items in the suitcase. One by one I took them out. First was her diary she had mentioned earlier. I open it up and skimmed through the pages, looking to see when the last entry was. A hint of amusement crossed my face as I noticed that the diary had been kept up to date with the last entry being from last night before she entered my room. I shut the book and placed it on top of a near by dresser. I continued to search through the suitcase but noticed that Anna was still standing perfectly still next to my bed. "Anna, come here." The next item was Anna's passport. Just like the diary, I flipped through her passport to see if anything about it was amusing. Find nothing interesting, I placed it next to her diary. I turned and looked again and found that Anna was now right beside me, her eyes cast down onto the floor. "Take off your clothes. All of them." I didn't look to see if she was complying with my request, I merely returned my attention to the suitcase. There were only three items left, a hair brush, a wallet, and a few folded up pieces of paper. I took the hair brush out and placed it on the dresser with little inspection. Next, I removed the wallet and searched it, finding $32.14, Anna's drivers license and the tassels from a graduation cap. I took the money and placed it in my wallet, place the wallet with the license next to the passport and held onto the tassels for a moment. "You graduated valedictorian I see. Just like your big brother." I turned my head to look at Anna and noticed that she was completely naked as I had requested and was holding her clothes, neatly folded in her arms. "I'm glad to see I finally found a girl with some brains." For the first time since yesterday, I noticed a little smile appear on her face. I turned back, placed the tassels on the dresser and removed the pieces of paper, shoving the suit case into the closet. When I unfolded the papers I was amazed to find that they were pictures of me, one taken just before I left for college in which Anna standing next me and the other I had sent home during my freshman year at school. "You've held onto these?" "I looked at them every night before I went to sleep." I placed the pictures on the dresser next to everything else and turned again to Anna. Without asking, I took the clothes from her hands and hung them up in the closet. Afterwards, I locked the closet and took the pictures and hairbrush off the dresser and handed them to Anna. "You'll find a little drawer in the night stand next to my bed. I'll let that be your little place to keep things. Go put this in there and then return here and kneel on this spot." Again I didn't watch to see if Anna was going to obey me. I set about my own chores. I took Anna's wallet and passport and placed them in the house safe, I then took her diary and tassels and placed them on my night stand, hanging the tassels up with mine. I then returned to where Anna was kneeling, and stood facing her. "Alright, we are going to go over some basic rules. First, you'll notice that I've locked all your clothes away. Unless I tell you otherwise, you will remain naked. Unless I decided to take you into town or I have a business meeting here or something, I wouldn't be expecting to ever see those clothes again. Do you understand?" "Yes Robbie." "I see we have a little misunderstanding already. You are my slave now and I am your master. When I ask you a question like that I expect you to reply in a proper manner. Do you understand?" "Yes master." Those words had wonderful effects on both of us as soon as she said then. When she replied to me she finally realized what I had been doing when I was taking all her stuff. She was getting what she wanted, a chance to loyally serve me. Hearing those words come out of my little sisters mouth had a different reaction on me. At that moment I realized I loved her as a woman, not just as my sister. I also realized that she was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and realizing that let me know that this brainy, geeky, awkward girl was meant to be mine. "Alright, secondly we will establish your chores. You'll cook all of my meals for me whenever I want them and you will not eat until I give you permission." "Yes master." "You will also keep up on all the cleaning in the house, making sure that every room is clean and all of my laundry is done regularly and in a timely fashion." "Yes master." "You will not engage in any sexual acts without my permission and I mean none! That means that if you get horny you come to me and beg for sex. I don't want to find those pretty little fingers of yours down near your tight little pussy lips without my permission." "Yes master." "You will accept what I say as law and never defy me. You will strive constantly to please me and if I ever find that I need to punish you, you will accept it without question." "Yes master." Every time I heard her say yes master I could feel a rush of excitement and could feel my cock begin to grow and by the time she said it the last time I was fully erect. Although at first my new slave's gaze was down at her feet it had now shifted up to my cock. "You like what you see, don't you my little slave girl?" Anna shuddered and sighed at the same time before she could get the words out of her mouth. "Yes master." "Good, because I'm going to show you what's it really like to give a blowjob. Did you get a taste of it when you woke me up this morning?" "No master. I was scared and pulled off when you woke up." "Good, then you'll get your first taste of cum. I'm sure you'll love it! And if not, you'll learn too." I placed my now stiff cock up to her lips and placed a little pressure on her. Instinctively she opened her mouth and I slid the head in. "Alright little girl, use your tongue and lick the head of my cock." She did as I commanded and quickly got the hang of it. "Good, now every time my cock gets to front of your mouth, you use your tongue and lick like that. Now lick along the shaft." Anna looked up at me and through the coke bottle lenses I could see confusion. I placed my hand on the top of her hand, stroked her hair a few times (which made a comforted look appear in her eyes), then I get a firm grasp on her long braided her and forced her head down onto my shaft. I knew she'd have a hard time taking the full length on the first try but I slid her down until her lips touched my balls anyway. Then, gripping firmly, I pulled her back up and all the way off until her tight lips made a little popping sound as my cock slid out. "Do you understand now?" She shook her head yes. "Good." I said, shoving my cock back into her mouth again. In and out I pushed her until eventually she began to get a rhythm on her own. It took quite a few strokes but she eventual got the hang of when to lick and where, when to suck and how hard. Finally I could start to feel the urge to cum build up inside me. I grabbed onto her hair again, pushing her up and down at an ever faster rate until finally I was ready to cum. At that point I aligned myself so that all of my nut would stay in her mouth and let myself go. Nine hard long spurts of cum shot into Anna's mouth before my cock finally relaxed and I pulled out. "Taste that Anna. Savor it. You will taste a whole lot more of that from now on." I watched her as she moved her tongue around to get a good feel for the taste and texture. She looked like she was in ecstasy, finally receiving what she had been longing for. I let her enjoy it but I was only willing to wait so long. "Swallow girl." As soon as I told her to swallow I could see the gulp. "Good girl. Now I want you to use your tongue and mouth and clean up all the cum on my cock." Her eyes lit up as she started to lick and suck all the juices off of my cock. "Good girl, good. Oh, today is going to be a day you'll never forget. If you thought this was fun just wait until after lunch. I'll give you a hint, when you cuddle up to me in bed tonight you won't feel bad about being a virgin anymore." A New Hot Wife **Starts slow, told by husband, heats up fast!** Chapter One My wife is a cute petite sexy gal in her mid 50s now, this all happened only a few years ago, not long after she turned fifty. She works in a small office. Most of the office is away most of the time (sales and related activities) and the two other people with her in the office most are the boss, a young guy in his late 30s, and a young secretary in her twenties. My wife gets along with both of them in spite of the fact that both are a little 'wild' (her words). The boss claims to have a fairly open marriage with his wife and the young secretary admits that she and her husband make 'trips' to the nearby big city to 'play' on weekends from time to time. My wife, Betty, tells me stories of their bragging on their sex lives and frankly they make me hot. And to be honest, they turn her on too. Betty has a smokin' body, frankly a pretty large set of breasts on such a petite frame and she wears lots of nice short dresses to show off her absolutely lovely legs. Well, as she would tell me these stories, we'd end up having sex all over the house. And even though she expressed shock at them, I still think Betty loved knowing. I began teasing her about it all and even suggested a few times, generally in the middle of wild sex for us, that she ought to get some stories too. Finally one night, after we had a nice pitcher of margaritas on our little patio, Betty said she had something to tell me. I was rubbing her bare feet as she told me about Frank, one of the companies clients, who came by the office a lot. He didn't need to but everytime he was in town, he'd drop in. Frank is a early 40s guy and a former professional football player, big and muscular, probably over 6'4" tall and a barrel chest. She told me that he was always sitting in the office shooting the shit with her boss, bragging on how he and his wife swapped with folks. Betty admitted that she found his stories interesting and that after a short while he began hitting on her (and not the young secretary). The boss and the young secretary had begun to tease my wife good naturedly about him hitting on her and how it could be good for the business if she 'gave in'. It was said in good fun but then my wife admitted one day that her boss stopped her as she was leaving at the end of the day and had told her that he meant no disrespect. She told him she knew he didn't. He looked away for a second and then said, "Frank really wants to take you to lunch and has suggested he wouldn't be bringing you back to work." She laughed and then saw that her boss wasn't! Anyway, this had happened a few weeks before and Frank was coming into town the next day. "Does he plan on asking you to lunch?" I asked. There was the most incredible silence from her. Betty couldn't look at me, "I think so." "Do you want to go?" Silence again and then, "I think so." I continued to rub her feet in my lap and I heard her giggle. I looked at her in the dusk of the evening, "What?" I asked. She giggled again, and her toe grazed across my cock, "You are getting hard thinking about it!" Damn, she was right! I was hard as a rock in my shorts. My wife of 28 years was getting propositioned and I had an erection because of it. She softly giggled and said, "Does this start another new fantasy for us?" I sat for a second, her soft toes curling around my erection in my shorts and said what I had thought many times before but had always been afraid to say out loud. But this time, I said it. "It doesn't have to be a fantasy only!" I blurted out. God, was that me saying that? Did I shout it? It felt like it blasted out of my mouth all over the neighborhood! I looked over at Betty and her soft beautiful face was shaped in shock. Her mouth was hanging open and she said, "You....don't mean it, do you?" I threw caution to the wind as I continued to stroke her feet, "Yeah, I do; I always have. As long as you could do this as sexual fun, I'd find it terribly exciting if you did this!" She said nothing. Maybe at this point, she 'should' have said something like, "I could never" or "I love you and I don't need that" or something, you know? But she said nothing for what seemed minutes but probably was no more than one. "He's really quite a ladies' man, you know," she whispered, "And," her foot stroked hard across my erection, "He probably is quite skilled at sex too, if even half his bragging is accurate!" I wrapped my hand around her ankle and pushed her toes down hard on my throbbing erection, "And if he took me to lunch, he'd...." her voice trailed off. "Want to fuck you?" I whispered back. I felt her toes grasp hard against my hard-on. "God," she whispered. "And he would fuck you, wouldn't he? He'd take you back to his hotel room and fuck you all afternoon, wouldn't he? And you'd love it, wouldn't you?" I growled. "Yesssss," she hissed her toes now jacking my cock inside my shorts. "And he'd fill your hot pussy with his cum, wouldn't he?" "God," she whispered. "Then, fuck him, fuck him good!" I growled as I felt my cock jerk and I began coming in my shorts like some teenager in a backseat of a car! This was the first time, the first time we had a 'name' to go with our fantasies, a real person, a person that the next day would take her to lunch if she said yes, a person who would take her back to his hotel if she said yes, a person who would FUCK her if she said yes! Everything was different. What happened next, however shocked me the most. Usually after even a fantasy game, she would say something about it staying fantasy but quietly she said to me. "Would you help decide what to wear tomorrow?" Chapter Two You need to understand two things at the point of the story we've reached here; first, Frank really was quite a 'ladies man'. We were to find out later that Frank reminded us of 'Sam' on the Cheers tv show--a real stud ex-athlete. However, unlike Sam, Frank, after years of catting around, ended up marrying a gal 'like him' (maybe like the 'bimbos' Sam dated?). "She" was a flight attendant who had stayed single for years and enjoyed the single life as well so when they married they continued to play with others. There are more 'Frank' stories outside my wife's situation, but let's stay focused on THAT, for now, ok? Second. And this is harder to describe, but my wife at the point of the story (just turned 50) was still very sensual and sexy. Although we've been together since our early 20s and she had men before me, she had always been loyal to me and had never fooled around. She almost did about ten years into our marriage when I was career-obsessed and she was lonely (home with kids at the time) and there was this neighbor jerk who was trying to get into her pants. It almost happened, he'd even gotten his hand literally into her pants at the house one Saturday when I was working too much. But she had stopped him and although she felt horribly guilty at 'almost' cheating, she somehow managed to not do it. And I DO blame myself, because I was so ignoring her at so many levels at that point in life (maybe my little morality play to all of you). Anyway, I say this point because although at that point in the 'story' she had not related the 'almost' event to me, she would later and would admit that part of her fear of sex with others was related to that point in our life when things were really rocky. She would admit that part of her doubt about what was building in the Frank relationship was that somehow she was mentally equating it with that scene, when she knew deep down it wasn't that. Why did I go there? Who knows. Maybe to let you all get a sense of the classy lady with whom I'm married. A woman with 'real' life in her. Finally, some of the next section of the story I'm telling is 'fictional', not in the sense of a lie, but in the sense of me putting 'words and phrases' into the story over the years in its re-telling by my wife, who would be the first to admit that she doesn't really remember details much, and my guess is that most of the women here understand why, it was all emotion and excitement, and the words are 'lost'....I re-create the words, because, well, hell I don't know, because I like 'hearing what might have been said'! So, where was I? Oh, I was a sticky mess in my shorts and Betty was still very turned on and had just asked me to pick out what she would wear the next day for the lunch. We went back inside that night and I showered and she laughed at how messy I was as I stepped into the shower (ok, before I go further, if you think this is about to move into some sort of humiliation story, it isn't, ok! GRIN). You have to understand two things about that night. First, Betty is a completely funny gal and enjoys laughing and fun and so she was enjoying teasing me about the 'mess' I made (without turning it into something shameful, ok?). Second, well, in hindsight, I could say we 'decided' not to get Betty off that night, but that really wasn't 'decided', you know? Somehow we just knew that we wanted to keep her on edge, or at least I did. Betty satisfied is so mellow and laid back and..well, sleepy! Betty turned on is edgy, funny, grabby and horny. When she is horny by the way she keeps biting her lower lip like a school girl in deep thought, except that's the only time she does it, when she is horny. (aside, we used to laugh at Bill Clinton cuz he'd do that a lot. She always said that he's thinking 'pussy' when he would do it! Turns out we were right!) OK, sorry. Back to the story. When I got out of the shower, Betty had several outfits lying on the bed with which to choose. Some were clearly too dressy for work and a lunch even though they were her sexiest outfits. (remember she is a very petite thing with lovely large breasts--ok, they're C's, but on her tiny body they look bigger! And she has very sexy legs). But the outfit we chose was the right one. It was summer at the time and it was a pretty sundress. It flared (I don't know the terms guys for the style, sorry) nicely around her ass and was fairly short. It had little tiny straps but had two buttons at the bodice. We agreed that if she had one button undone it would show off her breasts. She had a cute light blue bra that was a bit of a 'push-up', showing off her breasts a bit. And it was very thin material so as light as the dress was, her nips would probably 'show through' when she was excited. And she had found a pair of summer high heel sandals, I don't know, clear plastic, you know, that shows off her curvy legs and yet still makes her feet look bare, you know? And finally, a little thong which she'd worn for me in our games in the house, but never in public. Pink with a little flower at the crotch. She put it all on and stood in front of the mirror. Folks, she was a vision. Her eyes were somewhat round and excited and yeah, she was biting on that lower lip! She quickly reached under and slid the thong off, "I'm going to soak it if I leave it on now!" she said softly. OK, the next part sounds pretty 'cuckold', and maybe it is, but that's not the way I saw it that night. She undressed completely and went in and took a shower and came back into our bedroom naked. She looked at me and said that she wanted help 'trimming'. Hell, I had no idea what she meant, but she pointed at her pussy. Since we don't live near any beaches or anything, she doesn't wear a bathing suit and she had a pretty full bush. "I want to make it short and pretty," she said. We went back into our bathroom and I lifted her up on the bathroom vanity table. I spread her legs and got out the shaving foam and very carefully began to trim. I asked her how much and she said to leave a little above. I dunno, maybe it took thirty minutes. All I know was that I was sweating and my erection in my sleeping shorts was throbbing again and me a 50 year old guy with two hard-ons within hours! I got some cream when I finished and lightly stroked along the edge of her soft labia. She moaned softly but like I said earlier, I had decided, I guess, not to get her off, so I stopped. She was way on edge by this time, her inner lips folding her soft outer lips outward; getting red. She then said that she wanted to paint her toenails a soft pink to go with her thong. She ended up sitting up on the bed, her feet on a pillow as she painted her toes (no, I didn't do them for her; by that time I was trembling too much!), still naked. She began to tell me more about Frank. How muscular he was (and again, not because I'm some wimp, but damn, he is big) and she is so tiny against him (no, I hadn't met him by this time, but I would later), how confident, even a bit of an asshole about his prowess with women, how he had bragged in the office to her young boss about doing three and four women in a night. She laughed as she was talking about him. "He's full of crap," she laughed, "But that confidence...." her voice trailed off. "Yeah," I said, "Means he's going to be really confident taking you!" She looked at me and smiled and she said, "He says he eats pussy better than any man he knows!" By that point, I was literally shaking so hard the bed was shaking. She looked at me and said, "Are you sure about this?" Damn, what could I say? I was anything BUT sure. This could be a disaster, it could compromise our marriage, she could want him and not me; she could be dissatisfied with sex with me after this; she could decide that Frank would be the only guy that satisfies her; that she would want something else and that I would not be it. Hell, my guess is that is some of the danger of this, right? So I said, "No, I'm not sure. And yes, I'm absolutely sure!" She smiled at me and her hand reached out and slipped under my sleep shorts and grasped my hard-on. "Oh baby," she giggled, "You are excited by this, aren't you?" She pulled my shorts off and went down and licked me lightly across the head, her teeth scrapping that sensitive spot on the underside of my cock. She pushed me back onto the pillows of our bed. She reached for the hand lotion she kept by the bed and put some on her fingers and she slowly began to stroke me. As she did she whispered softly, "Do you realize in a few hours I'll be doing this to another man's cock?" I jerked in her fingers. She let out one of her famous giggles, her fingers rolling my balls, her long nails scrapping lower against my anus. I jerked again. "I hope he's sensitive down there like you, baby!" she whispered. Her fingers encircled my cock. She slowly stroked me. "Oh my, I just keep thinking about his cock entering me. It turns me on so to think about him entering me, baby!" And at that I began to groan and began to move in her hand. "Oh I wish, I wish," she whispered, her voice a little rougher, "I wish for a really good fucking from Frank!" I shot hard up into the air, my ass off the bed. The next morning was a bit difficult. I'm sure some of you understand well but at that time, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, especially when she came into the kitchen wearing her outfit. She looked so damn sexy. She leaned against the cabinet and had her little thong in her hand. "I can't wear this yet; I'll soak it through. I'll put it on before I go to lunch with Frank." I nodded, I'm pretty sure I'd lost my ability to speak or if I did, I'd tell her not to do it! She then said, wow, I can still remember this line. "You know what makes this so naughty, baby?" I shook my head. "It's not only knowing you know what I'm doing," she slowly bit her lip, "It's knowing that Peg and Brian know (that's the secretary and boss) as well!" For some reason, I hadn't thought about it. This wasn't going to be just our secret; the two people she worked with everyday would know as well. Betty sighed softly, "Do you understand?" I stared at her. "It's that all of you know what a bad girl I'm going to be today, God, it's just making me even hornier!" As we moved to our respective cars, she stood next to her open driver's door. I so wanted her to tell me that she loved me, that I was the only person in her life. But she didn't. She just smiled a very naughty smile and said, "God, this is exciting!" as she slipped into her car. I can tell you two things about my day at work. I don't think I got a damn thing done and when it was lunch time, my cell rang. Betty softly said, "I see Frank coming up the sidewalk to our office, I have to go!" Chapter Three Now, the next section is my 'version' of what Betty would say later. I wrote it up for the first time last night and I don't like how it sounds. Cuz it sounds like me not her, you know. Betty got to the office that day excited beyond belief. She had a pair of old panties on and they were already soaked by the time she walked into the office. She would later admit that she went into the ladies room three times that morning to wipe herself because she just kept getting wet thinking about what might come. When she got there, only Peg was there, the young secretary. When Peg saw Betty she let out a low whistle, "When Brian gets here, he's going to come in his pants!" Peg laughed. Betty was quite embarrassed by Peg's honest statements, but she knew that Peg was also a bit jealous; deep down she wanted to be the one 'picked' by Frank. When Brian, the boss, got in a few minutes later, he was on the phone to one of their sales staff out of town when Betty walked into his office. He almost dropped the phone when he saw her. He hung up quickly and just stared at her as she waited on him to sign some papers. She knew as she leaned over his desk from the other side, that he was looking down her sundress and was seeing her pale blue bra and her breasts. She was excited at 'showing off' and took her time straightening back up after he had finished signing. She was clearly enjoying this newfound power and was getting more and more excited. "Frank called me from his car," he told her. "Yeah," she said, suddenly afraid that he wasn't coming. "He can't get here until lunch, but he wanted to make sure that he still had a chance to take you to lunch." Betty smiled and said, "I guess I want to go to lunch with him." "Um, I, listen, you," Brian muttered as he looked her up and down for a second. Betty knew he was being very deliberate in his looking her over. "You, don't have to, you know," he mumbled. "Have lunch?" Betty giggled. "No, I mean," Betty clearly enjoyed how uncomfortable her young boss was being. "After lunch?" she said smiling. "Yeah, um, listen, Betty, Frank's a bit of a...you know," he said. Betty felt a thrill run through her body, "Yeah, I know." "So, I don't want you to do anything you don't want, you know," he stumbled. "Brian," she said rather teasingly. He looked into her eyes and she said, "I'm just trying to help the business out, aren't I?" Brian shook his head, "No, really, Betty, that's not right, you don't have to...." he stopped as she began her famous giggle. "Brian," she said softly, "You really are a very sweet man!" and she walked out of his office, deliberately swaying her hips for her boss. At that point, she realized that after Frank, she might some day have Brian as well! She let her fingers go below her dress as she sat back down at her chair. She looked up and realized it was almost noon. At that point, she thought of her husband, and she realized it was the first time all morning she even thought of him. She saw Frank pull up in the parking lot, pulling his huge frame out of his battered old jeep, straightening his tie, smoothing out his jacket. "God," she thought, "I'm going to fuck this guy!" "Fuck!" she said softly out loud. A word she almost never used except when angry, never about making love. At that moment, she realized why. Because with her darling husband, she did make love; but today. Today. She was going to fuck. A New Hot Wife She picked up the phone and hit the speed dial to her husband and told him of Frank's arrival. And she hung up as he neared the entrance of the building. She said it again softly, "Fuck!" she smiled, "Fuck me, Frank!" she giggled. Frank came in the entrance by Peg's desk and said something briefly to her, something salacious as she heard Peg's hearty deep laugh. Then he moved into Brian's office. Male laughter, big and heavy. Were they talking about her? She found herself getting wet at the thought. The two men were talking about her pussy or how Frank was going to fuck her? God, she felt herself getting even wetter. Two men, younger than she, could be talking about her as a fuck toy. About how Frank was going to fuck her, eat her pussy, make her cum! "God!" Betty giggled, and then thought, "Shit, they're probably talking about their damn golf game!" She laughed and reached under her dress and rose up slightly and slipped her old panties off and tossed them into the desk drawer. She then took her thong out and slipped it up her legs and up against her moist pussy. "Pussy," she said out loud, "Wet pussy!" she said again and then she felt herself getting even wetter as she said the next thing, "Frank's pussy!" She had to steady herself for a second standing next to her desk as she heard the two men approaching her small office. She was standing to the side of her desk, the sun from the window settling across her body as Frank and Brian walked in. There was a moment. What a moment Betty would describe later. A moment as she stood there where her young boss and his business associate looked her over like a piece of meat! In that moment, she felt herself blush all over in ways she hadn't done since she was a teenager the first time she had been naked in front of her first boyfriend. She had been awkard and uncomfortable that time, but had also been thrilled the way he had ogled her. But this time, two men. Real men. Strong men were looking her over as a sex toy. As a fuck toy. And she felt herself literally excited beyond comprehension at that thought. She had never felt like this, ever. Not with boys when she was young. Not with her husband ever, not with that asshole neighbor who was always trying to fuck her years ago, not even with the various salesmen over the years who had hit on her in various places. Why? Because this time she wanted to be that 'fuck toy'. And this time she was going to be just that. "Frank's fuck toy!" she thought to herself as Frank finally spoke. "Jesus, Betty, you have got to be the sexiest thing in a summer dress I've ever seen!" "Ever, Frank?" Betty laughed, surprised at how confident her voice was, "With all your conquests, best ever?" Frank laughed, "Well, shit," he laughed, "Pretty damn close anyway!" He reached out and took her arm, she grabbed her purse and he moved her toward the door. He turned to Brian and Peg came up behind him. "Um, Brian, my friend, I hope you won't be seeing her back here this afternoon!" Brian nervously laughed and looked at Betty with a mixture of longing and protectiveness, "That's up to her, Frank!" Frank turned and lightly tapped Betty's hip with his big right hand, "Is that ok with you, Betty?" Betty smiled and nodded and off they went. Frank was the ultimate in cool customer. He took Betty to the rather elegant restaurant outside of town; a place that she and her husband went to on 'special occasions' because the food was wonderful, but expensive. He was the complete gentleman at lunch, talking Betty up, discussing her background, schooling, other places she'd lived, although she would later admit that he made sure that my name never came up in the conversation. They killed a very expensive bottle of wine but there really was no sex talk over lunch, something Betty later would admit was part of Frank's charm. The key, in fact, the whole time was that Frank was just getting to know Betty and instead of bragging on himself he focused like a laser on her. She would later admit that she was not only excited about the rest of the afternoon, but clearly was impressed at how charming he could be. But after a light dessert, he leaned in and said quietly, "I'm staying at a cabin outside of town up by the lake. Want to come back there with me?" Betty knew she did and was impressed he would ask, and not just expect it. Clearly, Frank wanted her to completely buy in to what was happening. She said "Yes, very much". He looked at her and smiled, "I would like to make a guess at this point about something, is that alright?" She nodded. "I'd like to guess about your panties." Betty blushed and nodded again. "I'd like to predict that you are wearing, hmm, a thong, yes?" Betty giggled and nodded. "OK, one more guess and if I get it right, I get a prize, ok?" Betty shook her head again, wondering about the prize issue. "I'm going to guess they are pink, like that sexy nail polish you have on your tiny little toes!" Betty blushed incredibly and nodded. Frank let out a booming laugh, "Damn, I'm good!" "OK, now my prize," he smiled at her. "I want those panties now; slip them off and hand them to me on my plate." Betty was shaking like a leaf. She felt like a little toy at this point and deep inside she loved it. She glanced around the thinning crowd in the fancy restaurant and slipped her hands under her dress. Frank's eyes burned into her eyes, he never looked down and held her gaze as she raised her fanny slightly from her chair and slipped the totally soaked little thong down her legs and over her feet. She leaned back up, never taking her eyes from Frank and held them tightly in her hand, balled up in her tiny fist. "No," Frank whispered, "Spread them out in front of me," as he pushed his dessert plate away making a space right in front of him on the linen table. She glanced around for a second and he said, "Betty!" rather sharply. She looked back at him, "Keep looking at me," he said softly as she opened her tiny fist and pushed the tiny little thong onto his table. She glanced down at them and spread them there, the little flower on them a deeper red than she remembered, and realized at that moment because it was totally soaked with her juices. It was about that point, or a few seconds later that the waiter came back to the table. Betty assumed that Frank would cover up her thong and slip it from the table, but he left it there, his hands below the table. The waiter began clearing the remaining dishes and saw them. His mouth came open and he glanced over at Betty. She was trembling and blushing and excited. The young waiter grinned from ear to ear and said, "Damn!" and walked away. Betty could feel her juices spreading over the fancy leather chair she was sitting in. She knew that they would see it after she left and she in that moment imagined the young waiter bragging to his buddies and then them discovering her wet spot on the chair. In that moment, she felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on. She also knew that what she wasn't going to do was wipe that wet spot up as she got up from the table. She was going to leave it for them. Frank took her hand and they moved toward the exit, he slipping her panties into his jacket pocket, one of the leg strands hanging out of the pocket (deliberately, she thought, showing off?). As they moved to his jeep, he helped her slide up into the seat, his hand on her thigh, as she turned to swing her legs into the jeep, he held her right leg back as her left went to the floorboard. Her legs were open, the little dress was up dangerously high on her thighs. They were in a busy parking lot, cars racing by in the heat of the day. His fingers moved higher, bunching up the material of the soft dress until her soft pussy lips were exposed. She was looking down at his fingers, inches from her pussy. "Hey," he said softly. She looked up and realized he was looking into her eyes, not down at her pussy. She saw, what? Later she had trouble describing what she saw. Maybe hunger? Maybe desire? Maybe raw lust? Maybe confidence? Maybe all those things as his big fingers moved over her very wet pussy. She spasmed, her pussy soaking the seat as two of his fingers went along the edges of her labia, deliberately not entering her, just grazing her, higher, higher toward her clit. She was breathing hard, labored, wanting him to keep going, to touch her clit. But he had control and determination and he seemed to know exactly what he wanted as he lifted his fingers and got under her right leg and swung it up into the floorboard. Betty started to reach down and pull the dress down, now lewdly up around the tops of her pussy, but he held her hand for a second and looked into her eyes again and she knew he didn't want her to cover herself. And so she didn't. They drove in silence. Betty was shaking with raw lust, she wanted to stroke his big strong arms, to move her hand to his crotch, she wanted him to touch her, but he didn't. And so she didn't. She felt herself on display even though sitting up in the jeep, it was unlikely that anybody could see. But Frank would glance over at her from time to time as he drove. She could feel herself still wet, and getting wetter, her pussy feeling the cool air of the air conditioning blowing against it. She opened her legs slightly to let the air cool her heat there, but it didn't..she felt the stickiness of her own juices spreading. She even felt her soft pussy lips stuck together with all her juices, open slightly, reluctantly pulling apart. Frank turned off the main road and down a long dirt road. They passed a number of cabins, all near the lake. A few looked like folks were present, but most looked empty. They finally turned in a long shell covered drive and moved slowly toward a little A-Frame. Frank stopped the jeep a few feet from the cabin. There was a beautiful bluff behind them and folks out in boats on the lake. She was stunned by the beauty of the place and although she had been to the area before, there was something different this time. Beauty and lust combined, she thought. She turned to look at Frank who had been watching her the whole time. He smiled at her and this time she felt the predatory smile. It was just that, nothing soft, nothing gentle, he owned her now, and she knew it and was excited about that fact. His words were soft, "Today you will not be a soft sweet little middle class woman, will you Betty?" She sat trembling in the seat, "No," she whispered. "You will be my...animal, my sexual equal today, right?" he said rather loudly. "Your equal, I..don't...know..." she stammered for a second. "You will allow yourself to do things that you never imagined, right?" Betty trembled and said, "yes." "What do you want, Betty? What do you want today?" he said firmly and loudly. She looked into his eyes, "To fuck, to be....yours." "Mine? My what?" "Whatever you want me to be." "No," he laughed quietly, "I want you to be what YOU want to be!" Betty's eyes widened, "I want....." he smiled at her, "I want to be your fuck toy!" she said loudly. Chapter Four Frank smiled, "Yeah," and he got out of the jeep. He came around to her side of the car and helped her stand beside the jeep. Her legs were shaky and he looked her over again. Again, she felt like a fuck toy, and was excited at it. Her dress had fallen back over her pussy and she felt somehow disappointed that she wasn't exposed anymore. What she did next surprised herself. She reached down on the dress and grabbed the hem and drew the whole thing over her head and tossed it back into the jeep's open door. Frank stood holding the door as she reached behind and unclasped the light little bra and tossed it too back into the jeep. She slipped her feet from her summer sandals and reached down and tossed them back into the seat as well. She was now totally naked in front of Frank. In that moment she did think of her husband, amazingly. She thought that the only thing she had on was her wedding band and her earrings, both from him. Both she realized would remain 'his' but now, she realized the rest of her was Frank's. She would later tell me that what she did next confused Frank, but she felt it was necessary. She took off her earrings and placed them in her shoe in the Jeep. And then as he watched she slid her wedding band off and placed it too in the shoe. He looked surprised and she said, "For now, I belong to you!" Frank smiled and took her hand and walked her to the cabin. He deliberately walked her along the little bluff for a moment. If the folks out on the lake had looked, they would have seen this completely dressed hunk of a man with a tiny naked woman holding his hand. He opened the door of the cabin and swept her up into his huge arms. He carried her into the place and back to the bedroom. The windows were open, a warm breeze was blowing as he tossed Betty onto the bed. She squeeled as she landed. Frank began undoing his tie as she lay on the bed, her legs open, her pussy throbbing. She touched her nipples and groaned, she was sooooo excited, she let her fingers go down her body, she felt herself begin to sweat as he removed his coat and shirt. His muscled arms and his chest, hairy and big, big, big she kept thinking, big chest. And then he kicked his shoes off and unbuckled his belt. She would admit later that her own hands were now all over her own body, touching everywhere except her clit, sliding along her pussy, her nipples, her face, but not touching her clit, which she was sure would explode if she touched it. Her hips began to move she was getting out of control as he slipped his pants off. His shorts, big blue boxers, she would remember were tenting, thickly. She saw the hair on his chest, on his tight belly, thick toward the top of his underwear as he stood before her for a moment and then he asked her, "Tell me." She knew, she didn't need to ask. She knew what he meant by 'tell me'. "Take off your boxers; let me see it." He laughed harshly, his hands in the waistband, her fingers now were inside her pussy, probbing, her fingers literally making soft 'sloshing' sounds in her soaked pussy, "It?" he laughed. "Fuck," she growled, "Let me see your cock!" she said wildly, roughly. He quickly shucked his underwear off. She would later admit that two things happened at the same moment. It was like her pussy saw his thickness, his very hard cock. She felt her pussy spasm, and open almost as if it had its own will. Wanting him. Cock. Pussy. Cock Pussy. The other thing she realized was that she was saying just that, "Cock! Pussy! Cock! Pussy!" He laughed and moved over her. There would be no preliminaries, no more foreplay. They were hungry. They wanted each other. "Fuck!" Betty growled, "Fuck!" she said more loudly. Frank, grabbed her tits, grabbed, mauled, stroked, twisted, "Fuck!" he growled back. "FUCK!FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she screamed as he lowered his big cock down, down and her legs came up, wrapping around his waist, pulling him to her, "FUCK!" she screamed again as she felt his thick cock press there. There. THERE. And then Sliding in. In. In her hot pussy. She moaned low and deep, "Fuck me, Frank, fuck me, fuck me fuck me!" And he slid in further, stretching her lips, her mouth open wide to simulate her pussy taking his thickness. Filling her, spasming, coming, coming, she was coming. Coming with no touching of her clit. Coming in wild passion, screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" as he slammed into her over and over and over again. Coming in the wildest cum of her life, out of control, slamming her tiny feet on his ass, her fists slamming on his back as he slammed his big cock in and out, in and out. Coming over and over, his mouth finding hers, she moaning into his mouth, sucking his tongue, slamming up against his brutally slashing cock. Coming over and over as he arched his back and then she felt it, felt it. Deep Coming in her. Shooting in her. Growling wildly, "Fuck, fuck that pussy, fuck it!" he yelled and she responded with more wild thrashing below him. Pinned to the bed by his massive frame, pinned and screwed. Fucked. Fucked hard by a big strong man. Fucking her pussy, her twat, she even screamed. Coming. They found themselves sliding off the bed at some point, sweaty, the linens wrapped around them, on the floor, kissing and biting softly on each other. He sliding out of her with a wet 'slap' his thick cock against her thigh, he kissing her nipples, biting them, her feeling his cum all inside her. His mouth now on her sweaty stomach and then in the little pubes her husband had trimmed and then opening her. She looking down as he lowered his mouth over her wet pussy. Her cum filled pussy as he slid his tongue inside her, she spasmed again..and again..and again as he ate her pussy. Her cum-filled pussy. He leaned back in the middle and laughed at her verbalizing it, 'cum filled' she said. He said, "cream pie" and she laughed. Betty had never heard the term but loved looking at Frank's handsome rugged face, covered with her juices and his! Cream pie, she laughed as he found her clit for the first time and she screamed and grabbed his head and tried to push his face inside her. Chapter Five Betty and Frank were entangled in the sheets of the cabin's bed, tumbling onto the floor and Frank eating out her cream pie for the first time (there were a lot of firsts that day, I'll explain about that in the epilogue). Frank ate my lovely bride to at least two or three more orgasms. Somehow they ended back up on the bed and Frank was in a nice post-sex bliss but Betty wanted more. She managed to go down on his thick cock (and I'm not going into length etc., only to say that she was impressed with the girth) a bit, but could get only a little into her mouth since she is so tiny and he was so thick. Still, she would admit that the taste of his cum and her juices mingled was an enormous turn-on and she got more and more heated as Frank moaned and got hard again (a first for her, she had never tasted me after sex; before, but not after). She then found herself on her stomach suddenly with two pillows under her belly, her ass in the air as Frank entered her doggy style-a position she never liked before because she isn't engaged face to face with me--but she found that she loved it this time. She groaned deeply as he slid through her cum-filled pussy. I've heard guys describe that feeling, but she would admit that it was an amazing feeling as she felt him slide through her very silky pussy. She moaned deeply and began talking in extremely filthy fashion, for her anyway, "Oh Frank, oh baby, give me that cock, put it in deep. Shit, fuck me, fuck me again!" Soon, Frank was slamming into her cute little pussy while slapping her ass lightly with his hands. The slap of their sweaty bodies, her constant babbling of curses and fuck words, the windows open at the cabin, the sweat pouring off of her were making my lovely bride even more animalistic as the sexual heat built. And then she saw off in a distance through the window beside the bed, a man. A big man, hairy, wearing shorts and an old t-shirt. He was at least 50 yards away but he was looking right at their window. And Betty trembled throughout her body at the thought. The thought that this guy could see her getting fucked! She came in tiny little bursts, one after another as she watched him, rub his face and his hand move down to his shorts and cup his cock! She moaned loudly, passionately and yelled, "Frank, fuck me HARD! HARD! FUCK MEEEE!" knowing that as she yelled the guy could hear her! Frank either didn't see the guy or give a crap if he did, pounded harder and harder, now firmly grasping Betty's hips and slamming, slamming into her, amazed himself that he was about to shoot again so quickly into this hot, wild woman. Betty let out a deep low gutteral moan as she felt her lover spasm and shoot his hot seed inside her again and again. A New Hot Wife If you remember, I said that when Betty is satisfied sexually, she often falls completely asleep, well in a matter of moments she did just that. Frank would later admit that he was stunned at that, and at first wondered if she had fainted. But when she began to softly snore, he laughed and moved off the bed. He went onto the back porch of the little A-frame cabin and took the top off the hot tub. He looked back through the window to see my petite bride sprawled on her stomach, her pussy still slightly in the air, their juices seeping out of her very red pussy onto the pillow below her. He laughed at how completely fucked he felt and realized that this hot woman he would have to have many more times in the future! Eventually, he would go back into the cabin, cut up some cheese and pepperoni and put out a little spread by the hot tub. Then he would pop open the wine he had brought and saw Betty stir at the sound. He went into the little bedroom and scooped her tiny frame up and carried her to the hot tub. As he lowered her into the water, her eyes (green, in case you wondered!) fluttered open. She stretched as her naked body drifted into the warm bubbles. "God," she whispered, "This is nice!" as he handed her a glass of wine and went back into the cabin for some grapes. She watched his muscled naked body move away from her and she felt her pussy spasm slightly, "Yum!" she growled. He turned in the doorway, his thick cock hanging down, "Damn woman!" he laughed. She leaned back and had a wonderful giggle and noticed two things. First her nipples were hard and a little red from his playing and wild sex. And second. She noticed the big hairy guy in the t-shirt walking up the back steps onto the deck, not ten feet away. She would admit later that she didn't sink down into the water, knowing her breasts were on display. She felt, what, she wasn't sure..proud maybe, certainly safe. She saw this guy as no threat; somehow she knew that Frank could handle him. Anyway, he touched the old ball cap on his head, "Ma'am!" and then, "Is Frank around?" She tilted her head toward the cabin and said nothing. He continued looking at her and she felt her body responding, being on display for this guy was somehow thrilling. "Uh Frank?" he called out a bit roughly, never taking his eyes off Betty's breasts floating above the bubbles. "Henry?" Frank's voice came. He stepped out onto the deck having grabbed a pair of jogging shorts and pulling them over his body. "Hey man, how are you?" Frank moved quickly out onto the deck and shook the man's hand. Henry finally turned to face Frank, while never completely turning away from Betty either. Frank looked over and snorted softly realizing that Betty had done nothing to cover her breasts. They spoke for a couple minutes about things related to the cabin; Betty began to realize that Henry was some sort of care-taker of the cabins. After a minute or so of the banter, and the not so hidden glances over at Betty's breasts, Henry said, "Yeah, well, Frank, you know I don't want to get into your privacy here but well, you two got kinda loud a little earlier..." Betty felt herself blush at the memory, especially of seeing Henry watching them from a distance. Frank played along, "Oh, did some of the other folks object to our sexual play today?" "Well, yeah, I mean, no, just that...." Henry's face flushed slightly. "Was it just you, Henry?" Betty said softly, speaking to the man for the first time, "I saw you watching us from a distance; was it just you hearing us fuck?" (and by the way, my lovely bride did tell me later that she said, 'fuck' to Henry at that point!). Henry turned a few shades of red confirming her question. Frank laughed with his deep booming voice and slapped Henry roughly on the back, "Henry, my friend, you do not get any of this delicious pussy; she's not my wife! She is just with me!" his head turned to Betty and she looked a bit shocked. "Yeah, Henry has done my hot-blooded bride a couple times up here, but I'm not sharing you, baby." His eyes gleamed and said, "At least not this time!" Betty found herself at that moment again proud and excited. Her 'man' was claiming her and she enjoyed it and the hint of sharing thrilled her. She certainly didn't 'want' the big guy standing next to Frank, but she had the strangest thrill that Frank might decide to share her and that she might allow it to happen! Henry continued to talk to Frank about the cabin, the woods and fishing when Betty realized that she really needed to pee. She slowly stood up from the hot tub and both men quit talking as she moved out of the water, her body on full display to both men. She stepped out, walking slowly, her ass swinging as she went through the doors to the bathroom. She found herself thrilled at that moment that both men had quit talking as they watched her naked body move back into the cabin. Henry left while she was in the can (she would later learn Frank had told him too!) and when she came back out, Frank was sitting in a folding chair next to the hot tub, his shorts on the floor by him. He was slowly stroking his cock, which was back to about 3/4 hard. She stood in the door, her hand moving over her own breasts and down her stomach, her fingers sliding softly through her little patch of pubes and then inside her own pussy. She slowly moved two fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched Frank stroke himself. "Fuck," he growled, "You are one incredible woman, Betty!" She took her fingers out of her wet pussy and slowly sucked them into her mouth. "Shit!" he growled as his cock now was at full staff. She walked over to him, excited and pulled him from the chair and pushed him lightly. He moved to the hot tub plastic decking and lay back, his head on the side of the tub, slightly raised, still stroking his hard on. She moved over to him. She again dipped her fingers into her wet pussy and she took them out again and rubbed her juices across his knob. "Gawd yes!" he groaned. And then she straddled him, her fingers again moving in and out of her pussy. She slowly lowered herself over him. She placed her right hand on Frank's big chest and she took her soaked left hand around his erection, moving his hand away and then she lowered her pussy down onto his cock. Her eyes fluttered, she felt the waves of sexual passion envelop her again and was amazed as she watched her pussy open for his thickness, sinking down until his wild curls around his cock were pressed up against hers. She leaned down and kissed him, hungrily, their tongues dancing, and then she leaned back away from him, putting her hands on this thick thighs and slowly rotating her pussy around his completely impailed cock within her. "Shit!" he growled as his big hands moved forward and grasped her breasts. She slowly rose up until she could feel the circumsized head of his cock, pulling at the soft petal lips of her pussy, just inches from exiting her. And then she swiftly shoved down hard, pushing all of his thickness into her in a quick powerful stroke of her own hips. "Ahhhhhh," she growled. "Fuck!" Frank groaned. She then fucked him. I still remember many, many months later when she described this scene in detail for the first time. Prior to that she had just said they did it 'one more time' on the deck by the hot tub. But finally she told me, "I fucked him!" And as she told it, that was what she did. She fucked him. She slammed down on him; he even tried to take control at some point, grabbing her hips but she remembers slapping his hands away as she did the fucking, slow and fast, hard and gentle, she set the pace, she rotated her ass, she scrapped her hard little nails across his chest, leaving long red scrapes there, fucking him! And when she realized he was getting close, she grabbed one of his hands and pushed his fingers against her clit as she leaned even further back, slamming her pussy down hard on his cock, over and over, faster and faster. Frank responded well, realizing she wanted to get off when he did as he tweaked and rubbed her clitty harder and harder. She would later admit that she did not yell or scream or even moan this time. This time it was the slap slap of their bodies, the feeling of total abandon as she fucked HIM. When they both came, him obviously not as dramatically as the two previous times, but her coming was like a long spinning twisting cum, well, she admitted that it, like the other two times that afternoon with Frank having sex, was like nothing she ever experienced before. Some minutes passed and as Frank slipped out of her pussy, she leaned in and kissed him softly and tenderly, their tongues lightly touching. Frank, the ultimate stud, the ladies' man, whispered to her, "Oh my god, will you stay with me tonight?" She shook her head no and lightly kissed his nose. "Can we do this again soon," he asked, almost pleadingly. Betty felt such power at that moment and she whispered, "We'll see." What was said next she didn't admit to me for at least a couple of years. He said, "Betty, you have to say yes, we have to do this again soon!" She looked at him and just smiled and he blurted out, "Don't tell me this is something you have to talk to your husband about?" She would admit to me a long time later that she had not even thought of me since she had slipped her wedding band off. But at that moment, she wanted to get home to me. To her husband. To the man she loved. She knew it in every corner of her being. She also knew that until that moment, she didn't even know I existed. Epilogue Betty would later say that this broke the spell of the afternoon. It was nearing seven or eight o'clock by then and in a matter of thirty minutes, she had showered off and he had carried her naked body out to the car, where she dressed sitting in the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving her as he had just pulled on a shirt and shorts. When she slipped her wedding band back on she said, "We have to go." He nodded and said, "Can I keep the thong?" She looked at him and kissed his lips softly, "Of course." All of the previous happened about five years ago, and things have changed, opening up all kinds of things. But for now, I want to talk about a few of my reactions back then. First, I really was out of it the whole day. I hadn't done much work that morning at the office and after Betty's call and her statement about Frank coming to her office, well, I really couldn't focus. But the first major point was that by the time I got home that evening, put a tv dinner into the oven, I was a total nervous wreck. I have to tell you that not knowing what was happening was both incredibly exciting and more than a little frightening. All I knew was that this guy was a real stud, as I said before, a real Sam Malone on Cheers kinda guy; a real ladies man, a guy who was always taking women; a guy that was ruggedly handsome and as my wife had admitted, quite a stud. And my wife was with him? Where? Who knew? That afternoon, I had given up work early and went driving around our small city looking for them. I went by her office first, her car still there. I drove by several restaurants, realizing as I did, I had no idea what Frank drove; I suspected something big, a Silverado or something, or maybe an expensive sports car. I would never have even thought to look for a battered old jeep! I even drove by the restaurant they had gone to and given what Betty would tell me later, I now know that I probably went by within minutes of their leaving, either way. Since that time, I've invented a couple of fantasies where I've either watched them in that parking lot where he played with her pussy, or I've joined them and gone on to the cabin together. Once after I finished one of those fantasies (while playing with my wife's pussy), she smiled and said, "It wouldn't have happened." She went on to say that if I had interrupted I would have ruined it for her; there was no way that first time she was going to be with both of us. So, there I sat at home later, not even able to finish my tv dinner, sitting in our little kitchenette, imagining this big powerful guy 'taking' my woman. Even taking her away from me. At that point, I became very afraid. I really was scared at that point that she could leave me; she could belong to this guy; I could be cuckolded in the sense of being denied my wife's sexual favors. I have to tell you that in those moments, I was NOT thrilled; I was increasingly frightened. And then the second wave hit me. Betty's willingness to do this. I have to tell you that even today, I've had more than a few twinges of jealousy at how quickly my wife decided to do this. How she didn't tell me she loved me; how she didn't say things like she couldn't do it, and then changed her mind. In fact, over the years, I do get pissed sometimes. This was too easy, you know? But the third wave came on soon after. It was an important third wave. It was the wave of knowing Betty all these years and knowing two things very well about my lovely wife. First, she loved me and our life. She loved me without doubts and problems, in fact that she loved in spite of the problems, in spite of knowing my weaknesses and faults (and me hers). Second, and this was the most important part I began processing before she returned home. It helped me and well, reminded me of who Betty is. She is she. Not someone else. Not some idealized type. And specifically, after all those years of marriage, I knew something about her that fit this situation. She loved attention!!!!! She loved the limelight. She loved being the focus of attention. Not constantly, in fact, like most women who had children and husbands and supported them, she often put herself second or third or even later. But sometimes. Yeah, sometimes she just loved being completely in the lights! Do you follow me? When we were in college, she won an award for some of her art work. She was honored with a plaque and a small check and a dinner in her honor where several folks, including a couple of faculty, really gushed over her. And she didn't demur or say, 'no, no, not me!" No, she enjoyed the honor. She was excited about it (and later that night, fucked me wildly, which at 23 or so, I didn't quite connect this). Later, when she was honored for some work in a volunteer group, the head of the organization, a incredibly powerful and rich man went on at some length about her. She was proud. Excited. In those cases, and in several situations where guys hit on her as being very sexy, she saw herself clearly and enjoyed completely being the 'center', you know? And to be honest, in those situations everybody else, especially me, became irrelevant. OK, don't misread this. She isn't unkind or unfeeling, it's just that, well, do you understand? Ladies, do you ever feel this way in the lifestyle? That sometimes the reason being a Hot Wife is exciting is because the guy wants YOU. YOU are the center, it is YOUR pleasure that is desired and that if you really want it, you can be totally a sex toy like Betty was with Frank that day. And so it was because this stud zeroed in on her. That he wanted her that she was able to do all this. And more importantly it explained why I was completely irrelevant to the scene? Not that I would remain irrelevant, but.... Well, sometimes I am. Not in any cuckold, humiliate the husband way. More in the 'spotlight is on her' way. I think it is the thing that most turns her on. That night she came home to me. I hope you all understand that what happened next between us that night belongs to only us. And yes, all the emotions of above bubbled up in various ways as we stayed in each other's arms all night. Just so you know, she never did her boss, although he wanted it real bad! But a few weeks later, Betty asked me to meet Frank and his wife. I did. She really hit on me but I found I wasn't all that interested; mostly what I wanted was to watch Betty with Frank. That would happen. And yes, I did eventually do Frank's wife. And Henry, the care-taker eventually got to do my wife as well. And one day, almost two years after the beginning of this story, Frank and I finally shared my wife in a threesome. Yeah, that's another story. And it's a good one too. But I don't think I'll tell it for now. * I would appreciate comments. I wonder if both the men and women in this lifestyle understand or relate to what I've told here, especially in the discussion of Betty and her focus when she is 'in the lights'.