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Stacy

By: MindFiend



Perhaps if I hadn't been still feeling the effects of a long afternoon's drinking, I would have had more sense. I am certain that it was my drunkenness that caused me to make a mistake that no-one would have made sober, and which changed my relationship with my little sister forever. Then again, that could just be an excuse for me acting on a subconscious desire I had hidden for years.

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Mitch, tank-boy, Cooper and I had been out of the army for a week when we all met up for a drinking session at Coop's house. As usual, we went too far and I ended up staggering home far the worse for wear. And it was only early evening.

When I closed the front door and fell up the stairs, I could hear giggles coming from the brat's bedroom. Oh, no. The little cow had another of her soppy team-mates round.

Stacy was nearly ten years younger than I. In fact, she had only had her eighteenth birthday last month. As usual, Dad and Mum spoiled her rotten with a huge party and lavish gifts. She may be my little sister, but to me she was always "the brat." No matter how nice I was to her, she would always make some snotty comment and show me up. We just did not get along at all.

I swayed as the stairs spun about me and I had to steady myself with the banister. Taking a deep breath, I carefully placed one foot in front of the other and made my way up to my bedroom to lie down and take a nap.

As I passed the brat's bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly open and I could see Stacy and her friend limbering up. The brat was an immensely talented gymnast and was on the regional team, often bringing one of her team-mates home to have a sleep over. I usually hated the little airheads as much as I hated her; they were all self-centred little ego maniacs that believed all the bull she told them about me.

But the girl that was in there with Stacy tonight was stunning! She was a slim brunette with hair almost as long as the brat's. They were stretching and seemed to be practicing some of the positions that they would use in the contests. This vision was dressed, like my little sister, in a tiny pair of panties and a cut-off T-shirt that barely reached the bottom of her small breasts. I could not help but stare as she flexed and stretched her lithe body into graceful arcs that most girls would find impossible.

Then, she noticed me watching. Her beautiful face melted into the most wonderful smile and she winked at me. With a smooth, elegant swing, she lifted one foot behind her body and curled it around, bending backward until the flat of her sole touched the top of her head. She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me.

My throat wasn't the only place to get a lump.

Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little sister sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe.

The girl circled me as I stood still and tried not to sway too much.

"Hi. Stacy's a dark horse. She didn't tell me her brother was such a muscle-bound hunk."

Looking up at the sound of her friend's voice, my little sister pulled a disgusted face, "Come away, Kim. He's a filthy perv that likes to spy on my friends!"

Kim's eyebrow raised and she gave me a beaming grin, "That so, hunk? Do you like to watch us work out?"

"Er..." I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills.

The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. "Eew! The slob's drunk, again! Still, it may improve his intelligence."

The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, "Tight young pussy." Dad would freak if he saw it.

"I'm not saying he's dumb, but when he went for his I.Q. test in the army, he was stood outside for nearly two hours. He thought it was a test to see how long he could wait in line!"

The little cow used that joke on all her friends; she thought it was far funnier than it was.

"So, you were a big tough soldier, then?" Kim purred seductively, turning back to me as she stroked a finger over my shirt pocket. "Did you kill anyone?"

"Oh, he massacred a whole platoon single-handedly," pitched Stacy.

I frowned at her, wondering what she was up to, but Kim glanced back with a look of admiration so I remained silent.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. He took off his shoes and socks and his stinky feet wiped out the whole barracks!"

Kim dissolved into giggles and Stacy leant against the bedroom doorframe with a smug look of triumph on her face. I bristled with anger and embarrassment as I searched for a witty put down, but my inebriated state only left me able to blurt, "Well, I may have stinky feet, but at least I don't have the body of a fourteen year old!"

I regretted it the moment it left my lips, but by then it was too late. Stacy was hyper-sensitive about her figure and I had often walked in on her crying on mum's shoulder about the teasing she received at school. She was small for her age and had a willowy, slender body that was almost boyish from lack of feminine curves. What seemed to upset her the most were her tiny breasts; they looked like two small peaches upon her chest. It is quite common for some gymnasts to develop slowly, but Stacy's body seemed to linger a long way behind any of her team-mates'.

I felt like a total shit when her face screwed up and her lip trembled as she tried to hold back the tears.

"Stace..." I began, but she cut me off before I could finish.

"Drop dead, you rotten creep!" she wailed and spun around so fast that her long blonde ponytail whipped out behind her as she fled into her room. Turning to grasp the handle, she shot me a look of anguished betrayal and slammed her bedroom door so hard that the whole wall shook.

Kimberly winced at the loud bang and looked up into my eyes, once more. "That wasn't very nice," she said, but her tone was still flirting with me. "You're a very naughty boy."

Trailing her hand slowly down my chest, she reached the front of my jeans and cupped my crotch. Her smile broadened and she gave me a little squeeze. Then, with a wink, she opened the door to Stacy's room and silently mouthed the words "Call me." I could just see my little sister lying face down on the bed and sobbing into the crook of her arm, before Kimberly blew me a kiss and closed the door.

For a full minute, I stood perfectly motionless and stared at the space she had vacated. I could still feel the squeezing of her hand over my cock. Jeez, she was hot! I wanted to fuck her so bad that I had completely recovered from feeling down about taunting the brat. After all, she started it! It was typical of the kid to try to make fun of me in front of her friends. Well, she didn't get away with it this time.

I managed to walk in more or less a straight line back to my room and collapsed on my bed, thoughts of Kim running through my head. As I stripped off my clothes, I pictured allsorts of different positions I would be able to fuck that flexible nymph in!

Rubbing my aching cock, I finally succumbed to the affects of the beer and fell asleep.

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When I awoke, the room was in total darkness and the house was silent. I tried to focus my bleary eyes on the red numbers of my bedside clock. One fifteen in the morning. My head was spinning and I needed to pee really badly.

Groaning, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my boxer shorts. Rubbing my mouth, which felt all thick and rubbery, I shambled to the bathroom and stood there swaying slightly as I relieved myself.

Memories of seeing Kim bend her leg up and touch her head made me begin to get aroused. The teenager had definitely been coming onto me and I was certain that I would get lucky with her. My cock was getting hard and I couldn't wait to fuck her.

Why wait? my alcohol muddled brain asked. She's in the room across the hall, so go in there and screw her. Can't, I silently replied to the voice in my head, Stacy is in there too. So be quiet, blockhead! She's asleep on the camp bed that Mum and Dad always insist she sets up. You know how they say it's only polite to let the guest sleep in the proper bed. You could fuck that pretty young thing and your sister would never know!

I couldn't argue with logic like that, so I took a deep breath and swayed over to the door of my little sister's bedroom. Turning the handle quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peeked in. The room was pitch black. I knew that the bed was only a pace or two away and Stacy had set up the camp bed on the other side of that, so I sneaked in and closed the door behind me without fear of tripping over the brat.

Dropping my boxer shorts to the floor, I lifted the covers and slid in beside the sleeping girl. After the coolness of the night time bathroom, the warmth of her body under the sheets was welcoming. I snuggled up to her back and put my arm around her.

She was naked! Her skin felt so hot and smooth against mine that my cock throbbed with anticipation.

I stroked my hand gently up her side and felt that she had her arm bent and raised to her mouth. She was sucking her thumb in her sleep and had her index finger curled up over her nose! I guess it must be a chick thing because Stacy does it all the time. I shook my head. Who would have thought that women of their age would still have such childish behaviour?

Ignoring it, I let my fingers slide forward around her cute form and cupped hold of her small breast. Now I knew that the alcohol was getting to me, because her titties seemed to be hardly any bigger than my sister's. They had certainly looked larger when she had been flirting with me earlier. Not that I really minded, because I prefer tits smaller, but common sense was trying to penetrate my addled haze and tell me something. Unfortunately, it wasn't as strong as what my hard cock was shouting at me, so I put the nagging doubt aside and caressed the small mound.

It was so soft under my fingers. The perky, slightly upthrust tip was capped by a long nipple that stemmed from a small areola. Perhaps it was down to the small size of her breast that the nipple seemed so long, but it felt wonderful, anyway. I rolled it slowly between my finger and thumb, sighing in pleasure when I felt it begin to stiffen and swell for me. As my hand worked its magic on her, I leant forward across the pillow and nestled my face through the clouds of her long hair to place a kiss on the nape of her neck.

She gave a small whimper in her sleep and snuggled backward against my chest. That encouraged me to kiss more firmly and lick her skin. She tasted as sweet as she smelled; the very feminine smell of body oils and hair products filled my senses as I savoured her aromatic perfume. Oh, I wanted this girl so much!

My fingers slid off her now hard nipple and descended across the firm flat plain of her belly. I was unable to resist tenderly caressing her navel as my hand reached the curve down to her pussy. She was sleeping with her knees slightly raised so I had to press a little firmly, but it was easy for my large hand to prise her thigh to one side and slip onto the puffy folds of her womanhood.

I was shocked and delighted to find that she was shaved completely smooth! The sexy little minx!

My fingertips found the central slit between her labia and homed onto it as if they had been dying of thirst and just found water. In the darkness, my whole body was focusing on the feelings that came through my probing digits, so I revelled in the way the soft flesh parted and brushed the sides of my finger. Her slit was warm and dry, but I knew I could quickly change that. With a little fumbling, I found the fleshy hood that covered her clit and drew feather-like circles around it.

"Mm-hmmm" she moaned quietly in her sleep as her upper leg straightened and rolled to the side to allow me free access. A grin threatened to split my head in two as my caresses caused the teenager to unknowingly surrender to her growing lust. Her small foot slid along the upper side of my leg and I slipped my knee between her thighs to hold them open. Now my hand could move over her pussy with ease.

I teased her little jewel relentlessly for several minutes, until I could feel her central crease become quite slippery and wet. Then, as my lips moved to her throat and began to suckle with more firmness, I slid my fingertip down her slick path and curled it into the opening of her velvet sheath. I traced a spiral path around that tight circle of flesh as my finger began to sink into her.

Oh, she felt so wonderful to my questing touch! Her little cunny was a juicy delight as I caressed her crinkled, inner walls. Her pussy made a soft squelching sound as I stirred it to arousal and it glazed my hand with girlish honey.

I could have just lain there and fingered this wonderful girl for an eternity, but I suddenly sensed her awakening. Sliding my free hand beneath her head, I cupped it around her mouth and moved my lips to her ear. As my hand closed on her, she gave a jerk and her legs snapped shut on my thrusting fingers.

"Wh... mmmphfff?"

"Shhh," I whispered to calm her, "It's Jack. Don't make a sound. If we wake anybody up, I'll have to stop. Do you want me to stop?"

I curled the buried finger around and stroked that sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy. After only a brief moment, she shook her head in my hand and relaxed her legs. I had her! Slipping my finger from her, I took hold of her hand and placed it on my thigh before returning my digit to its task.

"We need to be very quiet. Can you do that?" I whispered, so quietly that I was barely audible, even to her. "One tap for no and two taps for yes. Okay?"

Her hand on my thigh lightly tapped twice. Good, she understood.

Immediately, I disobeyed my own rule and breathed, "I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you limbering up, this afternoon. You are so beautiful and I simply must have you. Do you want me?"

The pause that followed was a little too long for my liking, but finally she hesitantly tapped twice.

I rewarded her by thrusting my fingers back and forth in her tight sheath and leaned over her. The hand that had been cupping her mouth now pushed her face toward mine and our lips met in a gentle kiss. Lust for her was so strong in me that I could not keep the tenderness up for long, and soon began to kiss her with a hungry passion. Her sweet lips parted and her tongue met my own as I thrust it deep into her mouth. I could taste cherries and realised that she must have borrowed some of that lip balm that the brat was forever applying.

In the darkness of my sister's bedroom, we kissed and I stirred her juicy pussy with a growing need. My cock was painfully hard as it lay in the furrow between her buttocks and pointed up her back, feeling like a fiery bar trapped between us.

How much time passed as we lay with me curled around her back, slotting my thick fingers in and out of her as my tongue swirled in her mouth, I couldn't guess, but it was heaven. I enjoyed drawing long clear strands of sticky girl cream from her tight depths and playfully used her own wetness to draw a capital letter J on her inner thigh. It was a sexy brand that made her completely mine.

My furtive caresses had aroused her far more than I would have thought, because her pussy was making sloppy squishes and squelches as I finger-fucked her. Now, I needed more. My hand left her sopping cleft and guided the head of my cock to her tight opening. Ever the gentleman, I paused and lifted my mouth from her hungry kissing.

"Are you sure you want this?" I whispered, praying that she still did. Her small hand tapped me twice so quickly that I grinned at her neediness and thrust into her silken sheath.

I was amazed at how tight she was! She gave a little grunt and her breath hitched as her fingernails dug into my hip, painfully. My hand clasped onto her shoulder and held her firm as I buried my rigid shaft to the hilt in her young cunt. The feelings as my glans parted her soft flesh and ploughed to the very heart of her velvet depths were so sensual that I gasped and fell back against the pillow. Her long flowing hair was trapped beneath my cheek as I began to pump her small frame with a steady rhythm.

I had never fucked anyone who felt this good! The hand that was still sticky with her pussy juice slipped upward to grasp hold of one of her tiny breast and squeezed roughly. Her bouncing hips thrust back at me even harder and she emitted a little squeal.

"Shhh!" I hissed, afraid she would wake the brat.

I could hear her breath rasping as she returned my eager thrusts, trying to bury my pounding cock as deep in her as she could. She was getting more and more turned on as I fucked her. Her arm brushed my hand that was grasping her breast as she raised it and bit down on her closed fist to try to quieten her moans of lust. I'd been with my fair share of women, and I had never had one get this carried away before. What was it about this fuck that seemed to drive her mad with desire? Was it the way we were doing it in secret? Or was there something about it that meant more to her?

I decided it didn't matter and just let the sensations of her grasping pussy wash over me. I shoved myself into her wet sheath with a delirious delight. She was heavenly! The soft, slippery folds of her pussy walls slithered about me in twitching joy as my hot cock plundered her. My hips banged into her small buttocks and sent waves rippling through her tiny body.

Our mixed grunts and moans grew steadily louder as we lost ourselves in the passion and I no longer cared if we woke Stacy. All that mattered was getting as much of my cock into her sucking cunt as I could.

Finally, once more, her fingers tightened on my hip and her nails dug into my skin. As they did so, she whimpered and her whole body shook with such a trembling that I thought she was having a seizure! Then a grasping ripple spasmed its way through her clutching sheath and surrounded my thrusting shaft with a thrilling caress.

Her orgasm hit us both with such force that we never stood a chance.

"I'm gonna cum, I gotta pull out!" I hissed summoning every ounce of restraint I had to start to withdraw from her. Her hand slapped my hip hard, once. No. Her pussy convulsed in waves around me and I felt the cum in my balls beginning to gather for its eruption.

"You want me to cum in you?" I gasped as I humped her quivering frame with hard bounces. Two slaps.

Her signal of desire was too much for me and I buried my face in the nape of her neck as I slammed my throbbing shaft up to the hilt in her. Unbidden, my hand shot off her breast and tightened around her stomach dragging her hard against me.

Cum fountained into her spasming depths in thick creamy waves. Jet after jet pumped out into this beautiful young gymnast's body, my spunk splashing out and coating her insides in a salty tide that filled her little cunny to overflowing.

Gradually, our bodies slowed their thrashing and we lay locked together as we gasped for breath. Minutes passed in silence before I realised with gratitude that our passion still had not woken the brat. Stacy must be able to sleep through a thunderstorm!


I gently swept some of her sweat soaked hair away from her ear and brought my lips to it. Giving her earlobe a quick suck, I whispered, "You're mine, now, aren't you?"

Two gentle taps on my hip.

"From now on your pussy belongs to me and I can fuck it whenever I want. Right?"


Stacy



Two gentle taps.

"And I get to fuck your arse if I want to, also?"

The only sound was her ragged breathing.

"Well?"

There was a hesitant tap on my hip. Just when I thought she was signalling no and I had gone too far, it was followed by another. My smile spread so broad that my cheeks hurt.

I slid my hips back and felt my soft cock pop from her tight cunt with a little plop as I slapped her buttock hard enough to leave a hand print.

"That's my girl," I breathed, as I sought her lips and gave her a quick kiss, before rolling off the bed and bending down to pull on my boxers.

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As I quietly closed the bedroom door, I grinned in satisfaction. The smile made me realise that my mouth was parched and I was beginning to get a hangover. Figuring a glass of fresh orange juice would cure both, I made my way down into the kitchen.

When I had my drink, I heard a noise from the hallway. Curious, I went to see what it was. It was Dad closing the front door behind him and tossing his car keys onto the stand as he hung up his jacket. It was two in the morning, where had he been?

"Dad?"

"Oh, hi, Jack." He walked into the front room and sat down to unlace his shoes. "We got there in time, Jody hasn't had it yet."

I didn't know anybody called Jody and hadn't a clue what he was talking about, "Hunh?"

"The baby," he explained.

I shook my head, still none the wiser.

He let out a sigh as he sat back in the chair, "Kimberly's sister. She is pregnant and we got the call earlier to say she had gone into labour. I've just got back from driving Kim to the hospital to see her."

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FROM THE AUTHOR : Did you like it? If you want me to write the next chapter so you can find out how Jack and Stacy continue their newfound passion, please let me know.

My thanks go to OMEGAZONE for editing this for me. His help is appreciated greatly. 



Stacy



I am a lesbian. I've been licking pussy for years. I'm not one of those stereo-typical, man-hating, butch bull-dykes that couldn't get a man if they wanted one (which they don't because they hate them). I've had men. We all experiment, and I taste-tested the chess team. What can I say? I'm more of an intellectual than a jock.

My story begins with ladies night. I love going out on ladies night because of cheap booze (often free if the right sucker sees me) and a lot of drunk girls decide they want to experiment. I can't tell you how many girls I've made out with while their boyfriends watched. The guys eat it up!

This ladies night in particular was kind of slow. The weather had been shitty all day, switching between rain and sleet, and not many people had come out.

I was sitting at the bar with a double-cosmo in a glass (a regular cosmo in one of those wimpy stem glasses just isn't enough), and a guy comes over and offers to buy me another drink.

This guy looks kind of like the office worker sort. He's a little overdressed for the bar we are in with his blue monochrome shirt and tie combo, but he's cute with his short spiky hair and glasses. I guess I'm a sucker for guys with glasses (hence, the chess team).

I accept his offer and order a lemon drop. I love to drink, but the drink has to have some flavor.

We start talking, and sure enough, he sells insurance. "Don't worry," he says. "I won't try to sell you any."

We laugh and drink some more, and soon it is time to go. I don't know what it is about drinking, but I always get incredibly horny. We head to our cars, and we are talking close, and my hand keeps brushing his arm. The rain has lightened to a mist, and I offer my gentleman friend a seat in my car while we sober-up a bit and continue our conversation.

We sit in my car talking, my hand on his upper-arm, and his hand brushes the hair out of my face. We kiss, and I can't help but be turned on. His hand moves to the back of my head and holds me in place for a long kiss. Our bodies lean in to each other, and I can feel his body heat on my tits. My nipples have become tight with anticipation. I grab my left breast, and his hand finds mine. I remove my hand, and he cups my breast and runs his thumb across my nipple. I am getting extremely wet, and it has been a long time since I was with a man.

My hand slides up his leg, and I cup his balls. His erection is pressing against the fabric of his pants, so I slowly unzip his pants to release it. His cock is hot in my hand as I start to stroke it. Suddenly, his hand is down the front of my dress and pinching my nipple. His fingers are cool, but it feels so good that I give a little squeak.

I continue to stroke his cock, and a little bead of excitement appears on the head. I lean forward and gently lick the tip of his cock. I am not a huge fan of giving head, but I am so turned on at this point, I probably would have taken it up the ass. I lick again, and he lifts his cock up into my mouth. My head goes down until I feel him in the back of my throat. I lift up and go down again. He has lifted the back of my skirt, and has a finger in me, sliding in and out. He traces my wetness against my clit, and plunges his finger in me again. I sit up, pulling his finger out of me, and straddle him. His cock slides in slowly because I am so tight, and his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. I rise up on my knees and come down again, a little faster this time. I lift up again until only his head is in me, and when I start to lower myself again, he slams his cock up in to me.

The windows are fogged; its 4 a.m., and here I am fucking this guy in the passenger seat of my car.

He grabs my hips and grinds into me, rubbing somewhere deep inside of me. My pussy tightens on his cock, and he pulls me up to the top of his shaft and pushes me back down. I cum on his cock, rocking back and forth. My pussy clenches and unclenches, and I can feel him getting ready to cum. I lift off and wrap my hand around his slippery cock. I slide my hand up and down until he cums.

We clean off using tissues that I keep in my car, trade numbers, and part ways. He was a good fuck, but I doubt that I'll ever see him again.



Stacy



My wife Stacy and I have been married for 22 years, now that sounds like a while, it is, it's all our adult lives, we don't know anything else, well, too be honest we know quite a bit, we have spent many years playing with our fantasies!

Stacy is a 42 year old woman who has managed to keep a body of a 25 year old, how lucky am I? When I look around and see other people who have only been together for a few years and already the men have lost the slim sexy women they fell in love with and are now are looking at my wife obviously wishing theirs had kept it together so well, probably thinking they would love to fuck the shit out of her too but that just is not going to happen, well, that's what I thought anyway!

We emigrated a few years ago to a beautiful Mediterranean island, an all year round sunshine paradise, a real party capital. When it comes to our fantasies, this is a real playground, millions of horny people just passing through, let's face it, they are not here to take in the beautiful sights this place has to offer, they are here for two things, to get pissed and to get laid!! We have one rule, we play with tourists only, we never take it too far, hmm, that used to be the plan anyway, but no locals can join in, without the tourists this is a small community and to say everybody know your business is an understatement.

Back to Stacy, she is 5'2'' she has a great pair of legs that are supported by her beautiful arse, a small waist, a stunning pair of 34B tits and an absolutely gorgeous face, she has long curly brown hair that spirals its way down her back to just above her backside, she has always kept her pussy clean shaven, which drives me crazy, there is nothing like a silky smooth pussy, especially when horny and oozing out that sweet love nectar, she gets soaking when she is horny, and I mean soaking, her pussy swells and she just gushes!

Well anyway, on this particular Friday I, as usual was up early and off to work, I'm a lorry driver, off delivering around the island, the first couple of hours of my day are spent in quiet contemplation as the whole island sleeps while I am heading down the motorway towards the other end. I was busy thinking about tonight, we were off into town, its mid season so it will be packed out. I love the buzz of taking my sexy wife out into the crowded bars; she always dresses so fucking hot it drives me crazy!

As I was driving down the road I pulled out a cigarette from my packet and I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from behind the smokes, I pulled it out and it was a note, it simply said ''under your sandwiches'', not knowing what to think I looked in my bag and pulled out my sandwich box, sure enough, under my sandwiches there was an envelope, I quickly opened it up, I pulled out a letter from Stacy, it read,

My darling Greg, because you have to be in bed so early to get up for work it's about time I let you know I lay there playing with myself while you sleep, tonight I am feeling so fucking horny I can't take it, I have just finished playing with myself and thought I would tell you all about it. First I was laid next to you trying to wake you but you wouldn't wake up, I was so ready for a good fucking but it was not to be!

I decided as I was so wet it would be a shame to just roll over and go to sleep so I pulled out a couple of toys and started to slowly work my vibrator over my wet pussy, it's not your tongue but what the hell, a girls got to do what a girls got to do! I was thinking about how we are going to be going out on the town tomorrow night, (well tonight as you are reading this in the morning) I'm going to dress so hot for you and tease you all night long until you take me home and make passionate love to me!

Passionate love I thought! Yeh right! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you I thought to myself!

She continued in the letter describing how she was gently rubbing her clit with her vibrator while pushing her big pink rubber dildo deep in her pussy fucking herself closer and closer to a mind numbing orgasm, watching that drives me insane, but reading her tell me she had done it beside me was fucking sexy. She described how it felt as she pushed it deep into her soaking wet pussy while buzzing away at her clit with her little plastic friend. Fuck she is a sexy bitch; here I am driving down the road with a rock hard cock, reading about my wife lying next to me while all this is happening, I can't believe I was oblivious to it!

All of a sudden a car swings onto the motorway from the slip road snapping me out of my little dream world, shit that was close I thought as I swerved into the outside lane. I decided I had better keep my mind on the road as my swollen second brain had kinda took over and to be perfectly honest, it doesn't drive that well! The rest of the journey was uneventful; I arrived at my destination and started to make my deliveries.

It wasn't long before I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as my good morning message was coming through from Stacy, problem was I happened to be in the middle of a delivery and my hands were too full to read my message, I knew she would understand as it happens sometimes so I got on with my work, after an hour or so and a few of deliveries later, I was driving down the road when my phone buzzed again, ''shit'' I forgot all about the message earlier, I pulled my phone out and read my first message, morning darling, just woke, give me a call when you get 5 mins, I'm so horny I want you to listen to me play with myself before I go to work, love you x.

Bollox I thought to myself as I opened the second message. Hi again, guess you were a little busy earlier, you know I'm not going to play alone every time, you had better make it up to me tonight, I'm just walking into work so I'll call you later hope you liked my note xx

Fuck! I shouted to myself, I was so pissed off at myself for not checking my phone earlier, after all, it's not every day you get to read about your wife playing with herself, that had gotten me so fucking hard, I know what I missed out on! I also know if only I had called her back there would have probably been a bit of phone sex going on; she has got a filthy mouth when she is horny, and never fails to make me toss myself until I shoot my come when she tells me down the phone what she is doing to herself!

Anyway, I decided to send her a quick message to apologise and promise her later she would be fucked like she had never been fucked before! I got on with my day, it was going pretty smoothly when around lunch time my phone rang, it was Stacy, I didn't even say hello, as I answered it saying you sexy bitch, I've been driving around all day with a hard on, I thought you might she said, anyway, enough about you! What's this about fucking me like I have never been fucked before? Shit it was only words I thought to myself, I just wanted to say something horny too her, you'll see I said to her, I couldn't think of anything good to say on the spur of the moment!

What do you mean ''you'll see'' she said to me, you'll see I repeated, this had better not be a fob off she said, got to go back inside she said, only a quick break, but you better have something special planned, I'm feeling a little needy today and I'm holding you to what you said! With that she blew me a kiss and was gone! Hmm time to put the old thinking cap on, what the hell had I promised her, what the hell was I going to come up with?

Now I do like to think I have a great imagination, don't we all I suppose!! But my mind was drawing a blank, I knew I wanted to fuck her till so bad, and she definitely deserved it for making me so horny! I had all of these crazy thoughts going through my mind but none just seemed good enough, I wanted to blow her mind but just couldn't think of what to do to make tonight special. Not to worry, plenty of time to decide!

The rest of the shift went with a bit of a burr, it was no time before I was finished and on my way home, I started thinking about her letter this morning and my promise to make tonight special. Because I start so early I was home way before Stacy, so I decided to have a bit of a rummage through her wardrobe and choose something sexy for her to wear tonight.

While looking through her clothes I came across this totally see through black dress we bought a few years ago, we bought it from the erotica exhibition before we moved over here, and she wore it to the erotica ball afterwards, we had talked about going to it for a few years but hadn't until just before leaving the country to embark on this new chapter of our lives, a last chance thing! But that is an entirely different story! Looking at this dress my mind began to wonder if she would dare to wear it in town, although it was sheer it did have a darker floral pattern that conveniently managed to conceal her pussy (just) and one of her nipples, but left anyone who looked at her see the beauty of her body. I decided she would not wear it and settled for a short flared little skirt that would flap around her thighs as she danced the night away! Also I took out a flimsy top that had no arms and low cut neck and sides, I knew every time she lifted her arms or bent slightly I would get a flash of her gorgeous tit's, so would anyone else who was looking for that matter, and believe me, when she is dancing there is never a shortage of people looking!

After a while I decided to put the see through dress in the back of the car, I decided to tell her it was there half way through the night after she had a few drinks to loosen her up, I knew she wouldn't put it on but thought it would be sexy to talk about her going to the car to change wearing it in the bar with all of these guys around who's only purpose for the evening was to get laid!! The thought of it being in the car would make it more real and all the more sexy!

I prepared a small meal, not enough to fill us so full we would not be in the mood for a good drink but enough to soak up the alcohol as I knew it would be a heavy night as we hadn't been out for a few weeks and we were ready for a good one.

I was just serving up when I heard her car pull in the driveway, in she walked looking a bit stressed, you ok? I asked, fine she said, just a rough day and I'm knackered. Ok I said, let's just have a quiet one, I'll put a movie on and we can chill out with a bottle of wine if you like? Like fuck she said, I need a good night out, I just need to wind down a bit. That's a close one I thought to myself, I need a good night out myself.

We sat down to eat, I poured her a glass of wine which I had opened just before she came home, I sat there chewing on my chicken thinking how lucky I was to have Stacy, even eating she looked fucking beautiful, we chit chatted through the meal and drank a couple of glasses of wine, I could see she was starting to relax.

Anyway she said to me, did you enjoy your letter this morning, damn right I did! I replied, my cock was so fucking hard when I was reading what you had been up to, can't believe you didn't wake me! I thought about it she said but decided not to so I could write it all down for you, I knew it would turn you on! By now my cock was rock hard under the table just thinking how this sexy wife of mine can just turn me on like switching on a light, women! I thought to myself, they have no idea of the power they have over us men! What am I thinking; they know exactly what they are doing!

I decided to go around to her side of the table to give her a massage, thought it would loosen her up a bit after a hard day at work, I lifted her long dark hair and started to work my fingers on her shoulders, after only a minute or so I realised her moans were not of simple pleasure of a shoulder rub, but were a bit more sexual, I knew she was getting horny, I thought of how wet her pussy gets when she is getting worked up! I started to kiss her sweet lips and my hand wandered slowly over her body, oh god! She almost screamed at me, just fuck me, I have been thinking of you all fucking day and I just need that cock of yours pumping into me, with that she bent over the table, lifted her skirt and said, well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to do as your told and fuck me, I'm so horny she said! I snapped out of my trance, I couldn't believe she was talking to me like this, I know she has a filthy mouth when she wants to, and she knows how much it turns me on to hear her talk like this, but it's not often she dispenses with the build up of foreplay and me going down to eat her soaking pussy!

I grabbed her hips and put the head of my swollen cock at the entrance to her soaking wet pussy, she wasn't lying, her pussy felt so wet on the tip of my rock hard cock. I think she had had enough of my teasing as she rammed her arse back and slid down the entire length of me, I soon realised this was not one of those times for a slow sensual act of love making, Stacy wanted fucking hard and furious, who was I to object.

I started to move faster and faster, every time my rigid member slid out to her gripping pussy lips I slammed it back in all the way to my balls, as I was pumping and pounding her soaking pussy with my rock hard cock, she reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my balls, she squeezed and tugged on them, fuck that drives me crazy, I couldn't hold on any longer, I could feel my balls start to tingle and the sensations building their way up my pumping rod, oh shit! Oh fuck! I couldn't hold back, she gave one last tug on my balls, a little harder this time! Oh fuck I screamed as my come exploded from my body emptying my balls into her slippery horny tunnel of love, Aaarrrgghhh!!!!I almost fell to the floor as I came so hard, I had been so fucking horny all day, my sexy wife had driven me to distraction, suddenly I realised as I slowly slid out of her that I had came so fast I had not brought Stacy to the quivering orgasm she obviously needed so bad, which is what I had been thinking of doing all day!! Sorry baby, I started saying through my breathless pants, Ssshhh! She whispered into my ear, I needed fucking and that's what I got! 

She smiled at me with one of her filthy looks on her face, besides she said, apparently tonight you're going to fuck me like I've never been fucked before!!! Shit I forgot about that! With the sound of it Stacy hadn't, and she seemed to be holding me too it!

I'm going for a shower she said, giving me a sexy little wink on her way. Hmm I thought better come up with something good! I decided to tease her all night, about wanting to see her sucking on another man's cock while I fuck her from behind, that always turns her on and ends in great sex.

I could hear her singing as she took her shower; this was always a sure sign of a good night as I knew she was in the mood for it. All of a sudden her singing stopped but I could still hear the water of the shower, I decided to leave her to it and went to make her a coffee for when she got out. I took the mugs straight to the bedroom as I knew she would come straight in to start getting ready when she stepped out of the shower. She seemed to be taking her time though.

I decided to go and tell her she had a coffee and it was going cold, as I approached the bathroom door I could just tell she was not washing from the muffled moans I could hear, I crept closer, luckily she had left the door slightly open, I could see her leaning back with her eyes closed, as the water ran down her body from the shower, she was playing with the nipple of her right heaving breast, I followed the torrent of water with my gaze as it ran down her body to her silky smooth mound, it didn't take me long to realise she had her waterproof vibrator out and was working it on her clit, I couldn't help letting my hand wander down onto my once again straining erection and started to slowly wank myself off to the sight of her playing with herself. She was moaning as I was spying like a peeping tom on my horny little wife as she was bringing herself closer and closer to her orgasm. I know your there she suddenly said! Shit I thought as I tried to put my straining knob back in my trousers, I I just came to tell you I made you a coffee, I stammered out, yeh yeh she said, you were spying on me bringing myself off you fucking pervert! I tried to make some bullshit excuse but she was not having any of it, well she said, seeing as you like to watch, you may as well come in here and watch me finish, were you playing with your cock she asked, there was no point in denying it, with the mood she was in it would be a feeble attempt at lying, yes I said, then carry on she said, but don't you dare come! With that she turned on her vibrator and went back to her clit.

Fuck this was sexy, I slowly started to stroke my cock again as I watched this sexy wife of mine bringing herself closer and closer to her end game. Her breathing was getting heavier, her moans were getting louder, her chest was heaving with her deep breaths, god this was hot I didn't think I could take any more when she gasped and moaned loudly as her body began to shake, hmm I moaned as I could start to feel my own stirring as I was getting close. STOP! She shouted, don't you dare! I released my throbbing cock realising she wanted to be the one to finish me off, how wrong I was! You left me in that state, now you're going to stay in that state! With that she rinsed off and climbed out of the shower, bitch! I said out loud, she just gave me a dirty grin and slapped me on the bum as she slipped past me and walked into the bedroom. My balls were throbbing and I desperately needed to shoot another wad of come but my wife had spoken, when it comes to sex, I do as she says, even though this time was agony!

I went into the bedroom to see her eying the clothes I had laid out for her; oh it's like that is it? She said as she realised the clothes were pretty revealing, yep, it's like that I said wondering if she was not happy with my choice. What about underwear? She said, oops! In my horny state I had forgotten, I had a quick look in here drawer and pulled out her new black and grey bra and knickers, these do? Nice choice she said as she walked over to take them from me, but as you have chose such a revealing top for me I had better leave the bra, I presume you are wanting to see my tits occasionally while I'm dancing around, oh yeh I said! And besides that, she said grabbing my balls; I know how horny you get when you see someone else getting an eye full of my tits! With that she gave a tug on them causing my dick to twitch and start to harden again, down boy! She said with a slight grin, you're going to suffer all night long! With that she let go of me and started to get ready, as I went to shower.

She was just putting the finishing touches to her makeup on when I returned, I quickly did my hair and put a bit of smelly on then just sat on the bed naked looking at her, I love watching her apply her lipstick, there's something so sexy about the way she runs the miniature phallic object over her lips and pouting like she is going to suck the damn thing off! Well, she said, will I do? Fuck you will more than do I said, you look fucking amazing! I quickly got my clothes on, checked I had everything and off we went.

It wasn't long before we were entering our usual bar, it was just starting to liven up, looks like we timed it right Stacy said, great I said, I'm in the mood for a good night, me too she said giving a little squeeze of my balls! Oh the joy of having a wife permanently on heat!

The night was going real well, the drinks were going down a treat and we were getting more tipsy as the night wore on, Stacy kept getting up an dancing her sexy little dance, flashing me and anyone else looking the odd glimpse of her gorgeous body, in fact as the drinks loosened her up, more and more of her body was being flashed about, I didn't mind her flashing herself off to others, as she had said earlier, it does drive me a little crazy knowing she was winding them up, and of course she knew exactly what she was doing! She slinked herself back over to me, draping herself over me and running her hand over my thigh and up to my crotch, you horny baby? She asked, god yes! I said, you're driving me and everybody else in here crazy! Good she said as she downed her drink, another round please she said to the barman, and throw in a couple of shots too! The drinks came but he refused to take any money, they're on me he said, how could I charge you after that little show! I looked to see her blushing but not a bit of blood had rushed to her cheeks, she was loving the attention, I was stroking her ass as she took a little time to give him a bit of small talk for giving us free drinks, I could see she was bending right over the bar, she knew damn well what she was doing as he couldn't take his eyes off her exposed tits, she knew what she was doing to me too as her hand slipped down to my rock hard cock!




Stacy and Aaron Pt. 01



This is my first story; I would love to post more as time permits, so please leave your feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are 18+. 

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Aaron (Son): 21 years old, 6'3, 190 lbs, black hair, hazel eyes, relatively fit. 

Stacy (Mom): 45 years old, 5'6, 130 lbs, 36D breasts, brown hair and a very toned body. Traditional MILF. 

'Aaron, what plans for tonight?' Stacy called out as she walked into the house after her daily workout at the local gym. 

'Nothing much mom, just going to finish up some school work and watch the game.' 

'Oh, that's boring. Why don't we do something fun?' 

'Well, what do you want to do?' asked Aaron as he came down the stairs to see his mom in her typical workout gear- a skimpy sporting top, fitting ¾ yoga pants and bright neon shoes. 

Life had become a little predictable since Aaron's dad had hit gold in his business with a new deal that saw him begin to spend a large amount of time away from home with clients. Stacy didn't need to work anymore and spent a lot of her time at the gym, with her friends and had a newfound interest in gardening. 

'Lets go for dinner or the casino or the movies, something fun.' 

'Casino it is, can't wait to show you up on the poker table again mom.' Teased Aaron. 

'We'll see about that, I'll go take a shower and we'll leave in about half an hour.' 

'Sounds good.' 

Down came Stacy about a half hour later, extremely well dressed. She had a backless sheer blue top, to go with white fitting jeans that accentuated her curves. Her hair freshly curled and flowing. Aaron could barely speak and managed to force out 'You look nice mom.' 

Back home that night after their visit to the casino, Aaron excused himself and headed for his bedroom. He had always had a crush on his mom, but tonight was just something else. As he settled on his chair and took off his pants, he couldn't get his thoughts off how sexy his mom looked that night. Her curves, her big breasts... 

As he took his 7" and thick cock in his hand, he recalled when her mom held his hand and walked through the aisles of the casino, making all the single, balding men turn and stare. 

He began to stroke his cock thinking about when his mom bent over to pick something up, her ass facing Aaron, with her thong peeking out of the top of her white jeans. 

Imagining what his mom would look like naked, Aaron began pumping his cock even harder. He began imagining her luscious breasts, her toned body, her pretty pussy. Aaron was approaching climax when he heard 'Need a hand big boy?' 

Aaron's eyes burst open and he snapped back to reality only to see his mom standing in the doorway, wearing just her black bra and white jeans. He scrambled to his feet and tried to stuff his burgeoning erection back into his pants as quickly as he could, his face turning a bright red. 

Stacy walked towards Aaron confidently, and whispered, 'Don't be shy, its been a while since I've seen man meat. Let me play with it.' 

And with that, she got down on her knees, pulled down Aaron's jeans and let his cock spring free, smacking her in the face. She gripped his cock, her hand barely being able to go all the way around, and saw precum glistening on the tip. With a hungry look in her eyes, looking up at Aaron, she put his erect cock in her mouth and began sucking it furiously. 

Aaron was in heaven. This was beyond his wildest dreams. His legs felt like they were going to give way. This was his mom. Sucking his cock. He looked down at her, sucking his cock, licking his balls and teasing the head of his cock like a pro. He had been with his fair share of girls, but nothing came close to this. 

'I want you to fuck my face.' Stacy said as she continued jacking his cock. Aaron held Stacy's head and began to thrust his cock slowly into Stacy's mouth. She wrapped his hands around his ass and pushed him into her. She wanted it faster and deeper and she took all of it like a champ. As he continued to thrust, Aaron felt himself reaching climax. He couldn't take this much longer. He looked down and said, 'Mom, I'm going to cum.'

Stacy took his cock in her hand and began to jack it off vigorously while licking its tip and playing with his balls with her other hand. Aaron's cock began to fill up with his load and he held his cock and pointed it towards Stacy's face. 'I'M CUMMING. FUCK.' Aaron yelled. 'Give it to me baby. I want it all over my face.' Was the soft alluring response from his mother. 

In one glorious moment of release and ecstasy, Aaron's cum shot out and hit Stacy right from her nose to her right eye. Strings of cum shot from Aaron's cock onto Stacy's face and covered her entire face in white hot cum. 'Wow, mom. That was incredible.'  

'Thanks babe. I hope you had fun.' And with that, Stacy kissed Aaron's cock and then gave him a quick peck on the lips as she walked out of the room, leaving Aaron and his now subdued cock to stare at her ass and take in all that had just happened.



Stacy and Alison



It was Friday night and my girlfriend, Stacy, had invited me over for the weekend while her parents were away. Her parents were pretty wealthy and the house was enormous, so I was pretty stoked, but nervous as hell. I was pretty inexperienced despite what I implied to my friends at school and Stacy never went out of her way to appear virtuous. I got over to Stacy's house at about five, I'd told my parents I was going to stay at my friend, Matt's house. I knocked on the door and it was answered by Stacy's friend Alison. My heart sank a little when I saw her, I'd been hoping that Stacy and me would have the place to ourselves.

"Hi Robbie," she said, "Come in, we were just doing some aerobics." I followed her into the living room where Stacy was still following a routine on the TV. She smiled at me but didn't stop for another minute. When she did she walked over and wrapped her arms around me and I leant forward to give her a kiss. Her face glistened with perspiration and for some reason that really turned me on.

Alison was watching from the couch. "Hey you still want to open a bottle of champagne Stacy?" she interrupted.

"Yeah," my girlfriend replied with enthusiasm. She ran into another room and came back a minute later with a bottle and three glasses. It wasn't long before we had finished the bottle, we only had a couple of glasses each but we were all feeling its effect. 

I hadn't said much this whole time, just listened to the girls chatting, but every time I did open my mouth I noticed Alison paying close attention. Alison was just as hot as my my girlfriend. Their bodies were almost identical, trim and tight from regular workouts and they'd both been blessed with large set of tits. I'm not good at describing faces so I won't make much of an effort, but I know Stacy had green eyes and I think Alison's were brown.

They both had long, blonde hair, but Stacy's was straight, while Alison's was permed. It was getting on towards about seven o'clock when Stacy asked us if we were getting hungry. Alison and me quickly both said yes and we all decided to order Chinese take away. When Stacy got off the phone she told us there was going to be a fairly long wait because the chinese was pretty busy.

"Why don't we get in the shower while we're waiting then?" suggested Alison.

"Yeah, ok," Stacy agreed "You be alright down here for a while?" she asked me.

"Sure," I said. They both went up the stairs to the bathroom next to her parents room. I'd been up there once and the shower was huge, I'd told Stacy she could have a party in there.

I flicked through a couple of channels on the TV and heard the shower start. A minute later, Stacy's head popped over the railing of the balcony.

"Hey, I don't suppose you'd like to join us?" she asked.

Naturally I was up the stairs and in the bathroom in a flash. I was greeted by the sight of Alison soaping up Stacy's back. It wasn't a particularly sexual act but they were both naked and my jaw dropped.

"You coming in?" Alison asked me. I quickly got undressed and hopped in, I just stood there feeling really awkward until Stacy turned to me and pulled my face to hers. We kissed passionately for about a few seconds before I felt Alison start to run her hands over my back. I jumped a little at her touch and Stacy looked past me at her friend who was trying to get a better look at my hardon, which I'd been doing my best to keep covered with my hands.

"Don't be shy," Stacy told me, "Alison and me have known each other since we were seven," she pulled my hands away to give Alison an eyeful. Of course I had been getting an eyeful this whole time and my cock was rock hard.

"Nice," Alison said, "Can I touch it,"

"Go ahead," Stacy said answering for me. I wasn't really surprised by this time and I groaned a little as Alison stroked my cock with her soapy hands.

Then Stacy whispered in my ear, "Watch this," she said and reaching out pulled Alison towards her. Their lips met and I nearly came right then. Their hands were running over each other as they kisses passionately and my own hand wrapped around my cock and started jerking it. I watched as Stacy's fingers found Alison's pussy and started rubbing causing Alison to lean forward against the wall to steady herself. Stacy continued rubbing her friends pussy for a minute and watching me beat off at the same time, she was obviously enjoying the effect the situation was having on me. Then she gave me a wink.

"Both of you stay right here," she said. Alison nodded and turned to watch me slowly stroking my cock, while Stacy jumped out of the shower. A few seconds later she was back with a jar of Vaseline.

"Bend over," she commanded her friend, Alison did just that, again steadying herself against the wall. Dipping her fingers into the vaseline, Stacy dug out a large glob. Then bending over herself she kissed Alison's butt cheek then pushed her fingers between her friends butt cheeks began to rub the vaseline around her friends asshole. She did this for a minute until Alison began to push back at her fingers and then she slowly began to push one finger right up her friends ass.

Gently she reamed her friend's ass before she said in a soft voice, "Do you want another one?"

Alison was shaking gently now as she nodded her head, she was breathing heavily now and shut her eyes as Stacy slid a second finger up her ass, a few strokes later Stacy squeezed in a third and Alison's eyes flew open.

"Oh god," she moaned. I was still stroking my cock and she was watching my hand with a glazed look in her eyes. Stacy looked at me and winked.

"Would you like a nice cock in here?" Stacy asked her. My heart nearly stopped. Alison looked up at me locking her eyes on mine.

"Yes," she whispered.

Stacy beckoned me over behind Alison, taking my cock in her hands she gave it a few light strokes then guided it to her friends asshole.

"Lean in," she said, "But be gentle, she's never done this before." My eyes bugged, SHE's never done this before.

I leant forward just a little and felt the amazing sensation of Alison's ass opening to allow my cock to slide deep into her. A low moan escaped her lips as I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of her ass. Stacy was fingering herself now, and she used her other hand to reach under her friend and rub her pussy and my balls. I don't know how I achieved it, but I managed to control myself for almost two minutes before I felt my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna cum," I said and Alison pushed her ass back at me hard driving my cock deep inside her, where I exploded.

She cried out as she felt my cum gushing into her ass. Then Stacy moaned as she orgasmed as well. Slowly I slid out of her friend and Alison stood up. Our heads came together in a three way kiss, the shower still running over all of us.

To Be Continued...



Stacy And Her Best Friend



Here it is, another afternoon stuck at home, but today will be different. Your best friend, a guy friend, is coming over to see you today. You're not sure why, but you definitely feel better when he comes over to see. The two of you can discuss anything from politics to sexual positions you've done in the past, that's how close you two are.

He is due here soon so you figure you have time to jump in the shower before he gets here. As usual, in case he arrives while you're in the shower, you leave the door unlocked.  You lather yourself up, thinking about all the possibilities, both in the past and the present. What would it be like, Why didn't we ever........... Anyway, you pop out of your trance and finish up before he gets there.

As you exit the shower, you listen to see if he is there, but no sound is present out in the room. Feeling a little disappointed, you lotion up your body, stopping briefly at certain erogenous areas. You wrap yourself in your warm towel, and head into the bedroom to get your clothes on.

As you round the corner, something seems different, like a heightened awareness that you just can't put your finger on. Once in your bedroom, you suddenly get the feeling that you are being watched. As you turn around, there he is, your best friend with a smile on his face. You feel a little vulnerable since you are just in a towel, and not a long one at that, but also highly excited. He doesn't say a word as he moves towards you. He grabs you by your neck and starts to give you a long passionate kiss. Not the friends type, but that of two people in extreme sexual excitement. You feel his tongue probing the inside of your mouth while you reciprocate the feeling. What is this you think to yourself. Why am I so turned on now? How is he able to just know what I need and when I need it?

The kissing is passionate and intense. Almost like your very soul is connected through your tongues. You feel yourself getting extremely turned on and what is this, horny? Horny while making out with your best friend? 

As he breaks from your lips, he says "today is your turn to cum!"

He pulls your towel off your body, admiring what he sees. 

"Hmmmmmmmmmm just as I imagined after all these years," he hoarsely whispers.

He thrusts you forcefully down on the bed with him laying his body on top of yours. You start making out again like you were two horny teenagers just home from school before your parents come home. You feel his mouth, his hands, his tongue roaming all over your body. His hands seem to know just where to rub your chest and his mouth knows just the spot you like to be liked on your tits.

Your breathing is heavy as he moves his mouth and tongue down your body. And down, and down, and, oh my god, down to your pussy! 

All he says to you is "your time to enjoy as I want to taste and pleasure you."

The next thing you know, his tongue is inside you. Not terribly deep, but certainly inside of you. You can't believe it again! My friend is going to eat me out. He is going to make me cum, and I am loving it!

His tongue probes inside of you while he takes time to nibble at your clit. 

"Ohhhh, that feels good, don't stop" you say to him breathlessly. 

Your whole body is so turned on. You haven't been this turned on in awhile and you have almost forgotten how intense it can be. Your hand grabs his head and hair, helping you to believe it is real and exactly what you have fantasized about before. Your heart rate has certainly gone through the roof but you don't care. Every nerve in your body is excited, so turned on by the pleasure you are feeling. His fingers are now moving inside of you. Your getting your clit played with and now he might even hit your g-spot!

"Uhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh" is all you can moan out. 

You look down so that you can get a visual of your friend pleasuring you as you have imagined before. You see how intense it is, how he looks like he is enjoying eating you out. As his tongue is liking you and his fingers are moving in and out, in and out, you see him look up at you. You see him smile and he pulls away from you for a moment.

"Oh god, don't stop doing that" you exclaim! 

"Don't you worry" he says. "I am going to make you cum. I want you to cum on my tongue" he says. "I want to see you when you cum. I want to see what that beautiful face looks like when you achieve an orgasm!"

Faster and faster he is licking you clit. His fingers, yes many fingers, are pumping in and out, in and out of your pussy. He is hitting your g-spot! His tongue is gonna make you cum........

Your head is thrashing back and forth on the pillow. You have to grab it and stick it in your mouth to keep from making everyone in the neighborhood hear you scream with pleasure!

"No" he says. 'I need to see you come" as he pulls the pillow away. 

You grab his other hand and start sucking on his finger to help muffle the cry. You can't believe it, your pussy is on fire, on fire like it hasn't been in awhile.

Faster, harder, deeper he goes. You feel an intense pleasure starting over you body. Your body is tingling everywhere. Your gonna cum, you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum..............

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............" you scream as you cum!  

You are trying to catch your breath when you look down at your best friend. Your best friend that has just had his tongue inside of your pussy. Your friend who has just made you come. You still can't believe how good it was, how orgasmic this entire experience was. He is looking up at you. 

"You looked beautiful when you came" he says. "Today was your turn to experience pleasure and by the looks of it, I believe you did"

"You have no idea" you say, "no idea!"

To be continued............................



Stacy and Julian McCormack



Stacy McCormack and I have been married for the past eighteen years; I'm Julian McCormack. We'd been boyfriend-girlfriend, or fiancés for an aggregate of six years before that, if you count high school, and I do. And, yes, that makes our common age thirty-eight if you're figuring.

Stacy back then, when we were freshmen, was a dolly as far as I'm concerned. Five-nine, slender, silky brunette hair, and an hourglass figure even at her then age of fourteen. She has filled out a little since those early days, but she's done so in ways that have enhanced her looks rather than the other way 'round. Then there is me:, five-five; also slender back then, a bit of a paunch now but only a bit; sandy hair, somewhat thinning now; and all of my other moving parts in relatively good order. 

Stacy's an interior decorator for Merlyn Home Furnishings. Me, I'm an electrician for Carter Construction, a trade I learned on the job and expanded my knowledge of in junior college. Financially we do okay. Her forty-K and my eighty has been enough. So, no, money hasn't been a problem for us. In fact our childless marriage has been pretty much problem free until this minute. 

He was banging her good and proper. And, he was doing it on my bed; well, mine and Stacy's. 

"Stacy?" I said. My tone, I was sure, sounded as disbelieving as had to be the look in my eyes. "Are we divorcing?" Their gaze snapped around and brought me into focus. She looked at me, wrinkled her brow, and sighed.

"Go downstairs and wait, Julian. I'll be down shortly," she said. The stranger on top of her was smirking—and not pulling out of her. If I'd thought I had a chance against him, I would have wiped it off, the smirk that is; but I didn't have a chance (He was well over six feet and at least two hundred pounds), so any revenge I might seek to secure in any future world would have to wait for much improved circumstances. But wait downstairs as she'd ordered me? Not hardly.

I might be just a union shop electrician, but I am an avid reader. Sun Tzu's Art of War was actually in my tool box: strike first, fast, and leave 'em baffled and bewildered. I left and headed for Carmen Mendoza's shop to get the ball rolling. We'd see just how her arrogance would play when she was served: Carmen was a lawyer.

Carmen was an old high school flame who I'd dated during a temporary break up between me and Stacy; that had been in our senior year at Middleton Prep. Carmen'd gone to state, gotten her JD, and passed the state bar. Had her own shop now. She handled mostly lightweight criminal law; but, I knew she'd take care of me. Besides, I figured I might need her investigative skills which I knew to be top drawer.

******

"Quit that goddamn smirking, Gerald Crabtree, and get dressed. I've got to go downstairs and sooth some ruffled feathers. 

"He'll be in the kitchen, so you go out the front door and try to be quiet doing it. I don't want him to see you," said Stacy.

"So what if he sees me? He's already seen me, kinda totally, if you know what I mean," said Gerald.

"Yes, and that was unfortunate. I am not going to be rubbing his nose in it. Just do as I ask, okay?" she said.

"Okay, okay. No problem," he said.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Stacy immediately noticed that the front door was wide open.

"Gerald, wait here for a second will you?" she said. He nodded; he'd noticed the open door too. She disappeared into the kitchen. She came out seconds later.

"He's not here. He's left. Gone somewhere," she said. "This is not good. I knew he'd be in a snit. But..."

'Yeah, he probably needs a drink. I would," he laughed. "He'll be back. You might wanna give him some space for a couple of days. I mean before you lay whatever on him."

"Yeah, maybe," she said. Her look spelled worried.

******

I wondered if my disappearing would bother her. Realistically, I figured it would. I don't know what she would have been saying to me if I'd stayed around to hear her out, but I'm sure I wouldn't have liked it, of that I was dead-mortal-lead-pipe-cinch certain.

I signed for the motel room and was just picking up my little tote bag, when my cell went off. It was her; well, it figured to be. I answered it.

"Julian, where the hell are you?" she said.

"Why in hell do you care? But to answer your question, away from you," I said.

"You need to come home. We need to talk," she said.

"Why? Somebody else has already taken my place in your bed. Whaddya need me for?" I said. Oh, and a little young for your wasn't he? I mean you robbin' the cradle as well and screwing me over?"

"Nobody's taken anybody's place. And, I'm not screwing you over either. You need to come home so we—I—can straighten this out. Okay? Please." She said.

"I note that your tone is a whole lot different than a little while ago when you arrogantly told me to go downstairs and wait till you and your fuck buddy were done cuckolding me," I said. "And, for the record that does equate with you screwing me over."

"Well—I—I mean I don't know what..." she started. She gathered herself. "I didn't mean to sound—arrogant—bad," she said. "I was just surprised to see you. You weren't..."

"Supposed to catch you and the asshole you were fucking. Yeah, I figured that much out myself. You'll need to be talking to my lawyer, not to me directly from here on out. Mine'll be in touch soon. Bye," I said. I hung up.

******

"He's contacting a lawyer," she said, as she sat heavily down in the chair.

"At least he answered the phone," said Gerald. "You want me to stick around? I mean in case..."

"Huh? No. If he were to suddenly decide to come back and find us together. No, no, that would not be good," she said.

"No, I guess not," he said. "Stace, if it comes down to that, I mean divorce, I could maybe help you, but I'm not yet licensed..."

"Yes, yes, I know," she said. "But, I don't want a divorce. Eighteen years of marriage—happy marriage actually—precludes that. Damn it why did he have to walk in on us like that?"

"Well, he did. You thought he wouldn't be back until tomorrow. His parents, right?" he said.

"Yes, mom and dad McCormack needed him for something. They're moving, they needed him for the whole weekend, or so he said. I guess their plans changed."

******

"You caught some guy screwing her? Really?" said Carmen Mendoza.

"Yes, and she had the brass cajones to tell me to wait downstairs till she was done," I said.

"Brass? I'd say more like Titanium," said Carmen.

"Yeah, well, whatever," I said. "Anyway, how soon can you serve her?" 

"Next Friday work for you?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "Can I sue the asshole too?"

"Probably not a good idea. Alienation of affection is a toughie and most likely not worth the time and effort, let alone the cost. But, if you want, I can try," she said.

"Okay, I'll let you know before the end of the week on that one. Would that be okay?" I said.

"That will be fine, so long as you do not want them served at the same time," said Carmen.

We talked a little longer, and made a date for dinner the following night. Well, she was an old flame of sorts.

******

I wasn't ready for it, but I should have at least expected something of the sort. Well, I didn't expect it, so she nailed me.

"Son, you have a visitor," said my mom, Gladys McCormack. It took me about four nano-seconds to deduce who it had to be. I was trapped. My mother would never allow me to shine the woman on regardless of her crimes against me. It's not the way either she or I were raised. I sighed.

"Okay, mom. Send her in." I said, unenthusiastically. She nodded and by that I mean she nodded gravely. Eleven seconds later the woman was standing there, and mom disappeared.

"Hello, Julian. I have tried everything to get you to talk to me. This was my last resort. Please, hear me out. Please," she said.

"What is there to say, Stacy. You've replaced me. I saw it. I believe it. That ends it," I said.

"Wrong—wrong—and wrong!" she said, and that with emphasis.

"Hmm," was my brilliant retort.

"Julian!" she said, in a begging tone.

"Get to it, Stacy. I'm here. I'm trapped. You've got me. Lay it on me," I said. "You know: the why, the who, the how long for starters. She took a deep breath.

She nodded. "Okay, Julian. But first I want to apologize for treating shabbily. I didn't mean to, but looking at it now, I guess I did," she said.

"Yes, you did mean to. It's clear to me you hold me in contempt, and figure you can do anything you want to me and get away with it. That your reasoning is flawed, however, goes without saying now. 

"And yeah, you did treat me shabbily," I said. She sent me a 'please' have mercy on me look. "Oh, and since this is likely the last time we'll be talking without lawyers, the truth and nothing but, okay? Please." She nodded.

"Okay, okay then. The why: I need a larger cock than you've got. You're so small, and well, I just needed something bigger; you know, on the side."

"Well, I did say I wanted the truth didn't I," I said, wondering if I'd ever be able to get over my current feelings of humiliation.

"The who? His name is Gerald. He's a law student, last semester actually. And, Julian before you start calling him names. He's a nice guy," she said.

"Yeah, I'm sure. And, just so you'll know, for him, asshole is about as nice as it's going to get. And nice guy? Yeah right, nice enough to steal my wife away from me," I said, about as sarcastically as I could. She gave me a look.

"He's not trying to steal me away from you. But, how long? I wish you hadn't asked that," she said.

"But, I did," I said.

"A little over a year," she said. I looked her in the eyes. I was stunned, almost speechless.

"A year," I squeaked, finally.

"And, it hasn't affected us—you and me—in the least," she said.

"You mean until now," I said. "Because it sure as hell has affected me now!"

"Julian, think about this logically. Do not let this—thing—ruin us. We are a team you and I. A team always plays better when they help each other out; you know that. That's what I'm asking for here, Jules. Let me help you out here. Help you to understand where I'm coming from," she said.

"What? I'm not sure whether you got that out of Yogi Berra's almanac, or some drugged induced nightmare. But whatever and from wheresoever, it doesn't even begin to make any sense," I said. "How in the hell do you expect to make me happy that you are fucking around on me! And, as for me understanding where you're coming from, truth is I already do."

"Huh? What?" she said.

"Yes, you want to fuck him and you want me to be okay with it. That's the bottom line, or did I miss something in the translation?" I said. 

"Well..."

"Yes, or no?" I said.

"Neither," she said. "I don't expect you to be okay with it. Of course I don't, not in absolute terms. But, I would hope that you might be willing to give me the gift of your understanding, and to allow, maybe grudgingly allow, me to have this little bit on the side." I started laughing. Well, it was funny. She was freakin' serious. She was.

"Jules?" she said. "Stop that laughing. Stop it right now."

"Sorry, but you're funny," I said.

"Look until—well—until now, have we been good?" she said. I frowned.

"Yeah, I guess, until now. But, now is not before if you get my drift," I said.

"Look, Jules, could you see your way clear to do something for me," she said. She was almost pleading.

"Yeah, and what would that be," I said, "suck your lover's cock for him; you know, get him ready to screw you?" I was definitely not laughing now.

"No. Go to bed with me, you screw me, and then let me tell you about an idea I have. Whaddya say?" she said. She caught me up with that one. I was horny, boy was I. Playing back in my mind the scene, him screwing her, was hugely erotic in a perverse sort of way. What the hell, I already had the divorce in the works. It might be a while before I'd be getting any, so why the hell not.

"Okay to the first part. You've caught me at in a weak moment, well, a horny moment," I said. She smiled.

"I want my handsome little man to be weak when it comes to me." She grabbed me by my ear and led me to and up the stairs of my parent's house.

She stripped quickly and I was only seconds behind her. Her bald mound set fire to my libido. I knelt and she came to me, but, she turned around.

"My butt, worship it," she said. I flushed. I leaned in and kissed her butt cheeks. "Spread my cheeks little man and lick my anus. Do it now." I complied. I'd never done it before. I figured he must have done her that way, but who knew. She leaned forward grabbing hold of the chair's seat and spread her legs wide. 

"You good and hard yet, my dear little fellow?" she said. I choked out a yes.

"Good. You've lubed me up nice. Now fuck my butt," she said. She'd surprised me; she'd never let me have her butt before; labeled me a pervert for even asking the one time I had. But, this was no time for questions. She was offering; I was taking. I stood, adjusted myself, and pressed into her. She had to reach back and guide me, but I gained a lodgment. 

"Now, screw me nice and slow. I want it to last a bit Okay?" she said.

"Yes, yes," I said.

It took a while but I had her three times: once in the ass, twice in her pussy. Jesus she was hot. I lay beside her in the afterglow suckling on her nipples. She said that it tickled, my suckling, but made no move to stop me.

Several things happened as a result of her allowing me the mercy fuck, and that was exactly what it was. One, I got her ass, that had never happened before. Two, she enslaved me: I had to have her pussy and ass and tits. I had to. And, lastly, I agreed to allow her to talk to me, to try and convince me to allow the status quo, and to not go for a divorce.

******

"So, it was good for you then?" she said.

"As mercy fucks go it was real good," I said.

She sighed. "Okay, and so what if it was a mercy fuck. I got off which did surprise me. You usually can't do that for me, but tonight you did," she said. "Anyway, you can have mercy anytime you say. Can't that be enough?"

"I don't know, Stace. I want you for me and me alone," I said.

"And, you have me for you alone. But, that doesn't mean there won't be times when I want the big dick to thrill me for the moment—a moment uncomplicated by emotional attachment or any sort of permanency.

"Jules, I want you to come home to me. I want you to forget about doing anything rash. I need you, Jules, for all of the things you do for me—including fucking me, and that regularly. Please, Jules, come home and be mine," she said. I was sorely tempted. And, as it turned out, so sorely tempted that I gave in. I would call Carmen and put the divorce on hold.

******

"Been a few days, missed you. So, how did it go last Wednesday?" said Gerald.

"Good—maybe. He's staying at the house again, and he's fucking me every night," said Stacy. "Your idea to let him have my butt was key. At least I think it was. He sure likes it for damn sure. I'm kinda tender back there at the moment." He smiled.

"I thought that that would get his juices roiling," he said. She snickered.

"Yeah, well they're roiling. I'm a living testament to that more than defensible fact."

"Is he doing any better at getting it done?" he said.

"Sort of. His first night back he made me cum--twice. It had been so long since he had; well, I was surprised," she said.

"And since?" he said.

"Oddly, no; close, but no. I was sure he'd figured it out, but again no, he hasn't. But, I'm hopeful," she said.

"And me? Where do I stand," he said.

"He hasn't brought you up, and neither have I. He knows I'll still be seeing you and that you'll still be doing me, but he's kind of adopted an out of sight out of mind stance at least for now," she said.

"Whew, that was a close one," he said. "I was sure I was getting my walking papers."

"No, no you're not, but..."

"Yeah, I know, if he ever makes an issue of it, and makes you choose..." he said.

"I'm sorry, Gerald, but yes; I'd have to go along with him. He and I, well, we have too much invested in each other after all of these years, and that even though we don't have any children. But, if everything breaks right, well, then we'll be okay."

******

"So you say you've decided to give her another chance," said Carmen.

"Well, kinda. I've moved back into our bed. The sex is the best ever, but how it will play out over the long haul, well, I'm not sure," I said.

"Hmm, I gotta say, Julian, that I'm surprised. Has she stopped messin' with the other guy, this Gerald," she said.

"Not sure, she doesn't bring him up, and neither do I. Kinda the elephant in the room if you get my drift. But, in truth, I think she is still seeing him, just not rubbing my nose in it," I said.

"Julian, I have to say, this can't end well. Women that have tasted strange and liked it rarely go back. And, I mean damn near one hundred percent of the time. They have to have it. Even if they actually do love their husbands, they still have the need—not just the want but the need—to play. What I'm saying is, that if you are not good with it or capable of getting good with it, her playing, that you will eventually be filing those divorce papers."

I looked at her. "Carmen, let me ask you, do men ever get used to it, allow it, become okay with their wives playing?" I said. She gave me a sad look.

"Some do, but not too many. And, among those that do, most take up playing on the side themselves. Kind of what's good for the goose and all," she said. "I don't see you as being one of those. But, you tell me. Could you do it?"

"You know, I just don't know," I said. "I've been asking myself that question ever since I went back. Not getting an answer either not yet." She nodded.

******

We were getting along, and I was all but certain that she'd cancelled on good 'ole Gerald at least twice because of spur of the moment plans I'd come up with. She hadn't complained, but there'd been a look. The look was kind of a "Well, if you insist" look.

I was doing my damnedest to measure up, measuring up being the operative term.

It'd been three months, maybe a little more, since our almost breakup. I guess she figured that I wasn't too worried about Gerald anymore and that she might could lay it on me to lighten up about him—them.

"Honey, can we talk? Would that be all right?" she said. My eyes narrowed.

"I'd rather not if it's what I think it is you want to talk about," I said.

"Please," she begged.

"Why do we have to talk about it? We've been doing okay, haven't we?" I asked.

"Yes, we have. Better than okay, actually. And that's not going to change if I can help it," she said.

"Okay, so again, why do we have to talk?" I said. She began to fidget. She clearly wanted to say whatever it was she wanted to say, but was weighing the wisdom of such a move. I wasn't making it easy for her.

"Honey..." she started and stopped.

"Yes," I said.

"You know—I mean you're aware that I've been..." she ran out of words again. I stared, waiting.

"Fucking him?" I said. She looked away.

"I didn't know. I was hoping not, but well, I figured you probably were," I said. I knew my expression was stony. "I guess you might say that I appreciated not knowing."

"Honey, I—we've, he and I—have cut way back. Honey, he fills a need that I have, and, as I promised you; I have not nor will I ever let it disrupt our time together, yours and mine."

"Our time together?" I smiled, I had a thought. "Our time together has disrupted your time with him sometimes hasn't it," I said. Okay, I was fishing.

"A few times. I don't begrudge those, not even," she said, apparently trying to reassure me that we were good in spite of those, what, inconveniences. I nodded.




Stacy and Julian McCormack



"So why the need to discuss any of this. I liked it better with me not knowing for sure. Now I do, and it's going to be uncomfortable for me now knowing what you really want and that our time together is just a matter of you showing me mercy, not you actually wanting me," I said.

"Oh my God!" she said. "No! You must not think like that. It isn't so. I do want you. I do need you. I couldn't live without you. Really!"

"You still haven't answered me?" I said.

"Huh? What?" she said. She'd clearly lost her train of thought.

"Why the sudden need to rub my nose in it. I was happy in my ignorance. So why?" I said.

"Honey, I wasn't trying to rub your nose in it. Truly. I just want to clear the air, and be up front with you. Ever since that one time; well, I've been nervous that you might rethink things and do something, well, rash," she said. I could hear a "but" or an "and to" in there somewhere, but she seemed to be skittish about laying it on me. I decided to take a flyer and press the issue.

"Do I hear a 'but' in there somewhere?" I said.

"Well, maybe a small one," she said. My eyes narrowed to mere slits. She swallowed hard.

"Okay?" I said.

"Well, Gerald is graduating with his law degree at the end of the month. And, since we kinda knew that you knew that we were still doing it—on a rare occasion..."

"And?" I said, as she hesitated yet again.

"Well, Gerald asked me if it would be a good idea to ask you for a big favor, but not really all that big of one actually," she said.

"A favor. A favor for my good buddy Gerald?" I said.

"Please, honey, I'm just trying to be up front with you. Get your permission for, you know, the favor ," she said. I was becoming exasperated. 

"What favor, Stacy! Spell it out!" I said.

"Well, like I said, he's graduating from the university. He wanted me to ask you if it would be all right if I went away with him for a few days after the ceremony. It's a long weekend, Memorial Day weekend actually. We'd be leaving that Friday evening and returning the following Tuesday morning," she said. I sagged back in my chair. She had balls, so did he, an I'm not referring to the anatomical kind. I smiled; I had to smile.

"Four days. You want to leave me here alone for four days," I said. She did the smart thing and shut up. But, I had an idea.

"Okay, I guess I can live with that, but you owe me, and don't plan on me being okay with it ever again. You good with that?" I said. Her mouth dropped open.

"You mean you really are okay with me going," she said.

"Being okay with it is an overstatement. But, I'm willing to allow it, this one time," I said. 

The fact that she'd come to me and asked me showed me that she was more than skittish about the possibility of losing me. As much as she wanted her king sized cock, she evidently wanted me more. Well, that was the hope.

"My main problem, since I'd been looking the other way about her fucking him anyway for months, wasn't her weekend of fun away from me. Oh no, it was the possibility that my rival wanted more from her than her body per se. It might be that he was falling for her. The question then became was she falling for him? After her junket with him I figured to know. As much as I wanted her and loved her both true facts; it could be the beginning of the end of us.

That night the sex between us was outrageous. She said that since she'd be gone the best part of four days that I had to do her four times. Silly, of course, just an excuse to make me cry uncle, but I was more than up for it. A piece of ass like Stacy was one in a true million; and that was both a good thing and a terrifying thing. And, if I was privy to that great truth, so likely was her future Clarence Darrow. But, no matter what, if she came back to me and kept her word; well, then I would begin the process of weaning her away from his dicksmanship, and that with a high probability of success. If not, well, I would have eventually lost her anyway. I figured this little experiment, gamble though it most certainly was, was worth it: I wouldn't be wasting my time hoping for a positive outcome that would never come.

******

"He went for it?" said Gerald. "I can't believe it."

"Yes, and that without much of a fight. That kinda bothers me. I mean why didn't he argue with me. I figured I could convince him, but he gave up awfully easy. I mean he is kind of a pussy when it comes to me, but him giving in so easy..." she paused in mid-thought.

"Maybe he's just a realist who knew you'd be going whether he liked it or not," said Gerald.

"Maybe, but, I'm suspecting it's something a little less obvious. I just don't know what," she said.

"Well, whatever it is, you do have the go ahead, that is we have the go ahead. And we are going to make the fucking most of it," he said. She smiled her agreement.

******

"You look very good tonight," I said looking across the table at my dinner partner.

"Well, thank you for that, sir. A girl can never hear that often enough," said Carmen.

"Another glass of wine?" I said. Rubios always had first rate wine. She smiled and pushed her near empty goblet toward me for a refill from the bottle I'd ordered for our table.

"You know, Jules, I still can't believe you okayed her spending these four days with him. Jules, she's flat cheating on you. Yes, I think she does want you enough to stay married to you because you're safe would be my guess," said Carmen.

"Because I'm safe?" I said.

"Yes, she's an intelligent woman. She has to realize that not only is she a cheater, but so is mister studley. Add to that, that apart from his no doubt considerable dick, he is very much younger than she is. She must realize that her time with him is finite: he will eventually dump her for younger meat.

"Jules, so long as you are willing to put up with her playing, you will indeed be able to keep her. Still, there is the remote possibility that she might leave you for someone else with more money, but at her age she isn't likely to be attracting many with enough to warrant her leaving you. So, yes, you get to keep her cheating ass. Yippee-eye-o-kai-yay!" she said. I laughed.

"Bruce Willis would love you." I said. "You almost sound like you're jealous of her."

"You're a helluva guy, Jules. But, mostly, I just don't cotton to seeing you being beat up like this. You deserve better. But, then again, you're so damn pussywhipped that maybe not," she said. Now, she was laughing.

We talked, we drank, we laughed: I was beginning to like the idea that Stacy would be gone for the next few days. Helluva thing.

I walked her to her door. She turned, kissed me, and gave me a look. I knew the look.

She stepped inside her door and held it open, actually leaning back against it. I shrugged. I entered. She closed the door. 

She gave me another look. I followed her into the kitchen. She poured two glasses of wine. We sipped them silently for a long two minutes.

"So," I said, "do I get to fuck my lawyer?"

"That's the plan. Your dick long enough to get the job done?" she said.

"My errant wife assures me that I do get her off occasionally, so I guess I can give you a tentative affirmative in that regard," I said. She smirked. 

"Okay, little man, let us adjourn to the bedroom."

We were naked in record time. Her bald mound had me on my knees and worshipping her. I kissed it, I licked it, I pulled my face tight into it, and then I yanked her down on the floor beside me.

"There's a bed two feet away," she said. I looked.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," I said. She pulled me up and onto it giggling the whole time.

We played a little with our hands. She splayed her legs wide and I mounted her. I slid in with only a little difficulty. I began screwing her slowly, then faster, then crazy fast. She pulled her knees back as far as she could, hoping, I suppose, that I would reach even deeper inside of her; I did my damnedest. She jerked and squirmed: she'd made it. I was as grateful for that as I was for any I'd ever been able to do. I just couldn't disappoint this woman. I just couldn't.

At that moment a hundred miles away there was a similar tableau in progress.

******

"What do you think he's doing right now?" she said to her man of the moment.

"Probably jerking off to a picture of you," said Gerald, laughing. She smiled up at him as he played with her breasts.

"You are so bad," she said, laughing. "You are so bad!" She closed her eyes and became pensive. Her thoughts were of her man, her good man, miles away probably crying in his beer. She'd have to be making it up to him when she got back; she was going to make damn sure he was a happy camper.

She felt his huge cock pushing inside of her. Her eyes shot open at the sudden interruption of her thoughts. "God you're big," she said.

"I've been told that," he said. He took her hard and fast. It was only the first of the evening she knew; it was all right if he left her hanging the first time.

******

Monday night was a marathon session for me and Carmen. She drained me. I couldn't be sure, but I was beginning to think that she wanted me to be unable to perform adequately for Stacy when she returned. I smiled at the thought. If nothing else Carmen had been the catalyst in the rebuilding of my self-esteem. Stacy had pretty much stomped it down; Carmen was at pains to build it up. A woman, women, had that power, the power to destroy and the power to rebuild. Men, all of us, were slaves to that very large reality; hell, it was nature.

Odd, me being just a blue collar guy and a hot shot professional like Carmen making the effort that she was making to make me happy or at least a little less unhappy for a little while. I wasn't sure what to make of that, more mercy sex the way I was seein' it. She liked me enough to help me out, and I more than appreciated it.

Another oddity, both Stacy and I were having sex with lawyers; Stacy's of course had not actually passed the bar as yet, but he doubtless would at some point. But, what the hey, I was making as much or more than most lawyers anyway. A social cypher maybe, but a hard working cypher for sure; hey, chopped liver I wasn't.

******

I was already at work when I got the call from Stacy that she was home: it was 10:00AM. She was taking the rest of the week off. She was worn out from her trip and she wanted to share as much time with me as she could, at least so she would later say when I got home. I tooled into our driveway at 4:21PM.

"God, I'm glad to see you," she said. She sounded like she was feeling some guilt. I thought that amusing, but I didn't make anything of it.

"Good to see you too," I said. "Have fun?" My tone was flat, not accusatory, not anxious, just matter-of-fact. She gave me a look. I was pretty sure that she expected me to be—what—not real happy, maybe miffed that she'd shined me on for four consecutive days.

"Uh—it was okay. Yes, we had some fun. The weather was good," she said.

"Where did you go?" I said.

"Refugio. We had a tent cabin for the whole weekend. We came back late this morning instead of yesterday; we wanted to avoid the weekend traffic on the five," she said.

"The beach. Sounds like it was fun," I said. I wondered how much time they'd spent in the water, if any, between bouts of fucking and sucking.

"Yes, I guess," she said. "But right now, I want to concentrate on you and me, not last weekend. Okay?" I shrugged.

"Sounds like a plan," I said. I actually wondered whether I would be able to perform acceptably given the athletic event that I had been subjected to the night before.

"Jules? Is something wrong?" she said. I looked her askance.

"No, why do you ask?' I said, actually not knowing what she was getting at.

"It's just—I don't know—you don't seem especially glad to see me. I mean I was hoping...well, I don't know what I was hoping," she said. I began to get it. She was concerned that I wasn't concerned about her liaison with mister big dick. I decided to pin her.

"No, no problem from this end. I am glad to see you. Well, I mean, yes I am glad to see you. But, you did spend the weekend fucking my rival, right?" I said.

"Julian McCormack, he is not your rival, not in any meaningful way," she said.

"Except in bed, right?' I said. "I mean I don't measure up to your standards there; that's the reality, right, Stacy." My tone had no rancor in it. I could see she was confused. 

"Well..." she started.

"Stacy, you spent the last four days getting yourself fucked, and, tonight maybe you'll grant me a little mercy sex. I mean, I know I'm not up to his standards, but I can get you off sometimes, right?" I said.

"Hell yes, you can!" she said almost too vehemently. "And mercy sex? Well, whatever you want to call it, we are sure as hell going to get it on tonight and it will be my business to do you up right. Depend on it."

"Okay good, and I am looking forward to my chance with you," I said. "And, I will do my damnedest for sure. I know no woman is going to be exactly thrilled to have me do her. I mean my equipment...But, I am motivated. I want you to be at least a little satisfied with what I have to offer. I mean really. I know size is important to you, maybe to most women, but can offer enthusiasm, and you're going to get it tonight: my enthusiastic efforts.

"But, Stacy, I think you should know that I did score a little mercy this weekend, while you were gone, and yes, mercy sex, is what it was; I know it. What I mean is that I spent the last four days having a little fun on the side too. And it was fun, also too. We didn't have the ambiance of the beach to share, but we wouldn't have done much swimming anyway had we been there," I said. 

The shock reflected on her face would have been comical if it weren't so insulting. It was like she couldn't believe that I could engineer a little on the side because I just wasn't good looking enough, or up to her performance standards.

"Huh?

"You were screwing someone else while I was gone?" she said. She was clearly more than nonplused.

"Yes," I said.

"Who?" she said. 

"Carmen Mendoza," I said. "She's not a threat to you, honey. Just a little mercy for me on the side. A little gratification is all. I mean like you and studley. You were gone, and the opportunity came my way, so...

"We didn't plan it. It just happened, and I went with the flow." She took on what an observer might have described as a grave expression.

"You had a lover! While I was out of town!" she didn't quite scream.

"Yes. You don't mind do you?" I said. And, I said it so sincerely that she was momentarily stopped in her verbal tracks.

"Mind? Mind! Well, of course I mind..." All of a sudden she realized the hypocrisy of what she was saying and how she was saying it. "I mean—well, I mean I let you know, let you make the decision, as to whether or not I'd be allowed my little..."

"Hmm, yes, but all of that was after you'd already been doing it to me. After I was already your cuckold. I don't understand why you seem so upset about me doing what you're doing and have been doing," I said.

"Well, I..."

"It's no biggee. Do I have your permission to continue with Carmen? I mean if you tell me no, I will cut her off right now," I said. I meant it too, and she saw that I meant it.

"Yes, I would prefer it if you cut her off. But, we can talk about it. Okay?" she said. I had to smile and I did. But, I had my plan. 

"Okay, if you think that that would be the right thing to do," I said.

"Thank you. We'll talk tomorrow night after dinner. Okay?" she said. I am still pretty fagged out

"Sure," I said. "Whatever you feel is right." She tendered me an exasperated look.

******

"Wait, wait, give me an opportunity to digest this. You're saying that while you and I were at the beach he was banging some other woman?" said Gerald.

"Yes," said Stacy.

"You sure he was telling you the truth?" said Gerald, he was serious.

"Why? You think you're the only guy who can get a woman to date you?" said Stacy.

"No, but him?" said Gerald. He didn't catch the look of disgust she tendered him.

"Well, he did, and yes, I believe he is telling the truth. But, he'll stop now. I hope anyway," she said.

"Stop him? Hell no! Let him fuck her, I mean if he really is. Whoever it is, she's isn't likely to be in your league. Clearly he made the most of what he's got when he was younger and got you, but he couldn't do it today. You know it and I know it. He's past his prime," he said.

"You know, Gerald, if it weren't for you dick, you wouldn't be here, and most women would see you as an arrogant asshole. One day your assholeness is gonna bite you in the ass," she said. He laughed.

"Okay, okay, okay I surrender. You're right. I was outta line. He's probably got qualities I'm not aware of. I mean he did find this little piece he's banging with very little warning. Unless..." he said.

"Unless?" she said.

Unless, he's been playing with this little chickee all along, and we—you—never caught on," he said.

"Huh? No," said Stacy. "He's not like that. He would never cheat on me. I'm the shit in this household. He's the white hat. He's too square to cheat, really. And the chickee's Carmen Mendoza; she's his lawyer, and she's quite pretty actually. I know her though not well."

"And, yet he did," said Gerald, not unreasonably. "Cheat, I mean."

"Hmm, true, but not without provocation. He sees himself as just doing what I'm doing. Probably felt guilty about it even so," she said.

******

The man smirked at the barkeep's question.

"No, Rodolfo, she's not my girlfriend. She's just a real nice piece. And, her idiot husband hasn't got it and I do; so I get her pretty much whenever I feel the urge, if you know what I mean," said Gerald.

"Jesus, man, you are a cold sonovabitch," said Rodolfo.

"Naw, not really. She's an okay bitch, just not anything I'd wanna get serious about. And I treat her right," said Gerald. 

Rodolfo walked off shaking his head.

Gerald hardly noticed the small elderly gentleman at the table maybe fifteen feet behind him. Nor did he notice the small, but expensive cell phone leaning against the condiment tray. Wonderful things cell phones: book reader, web interface, camera, video cam, voice recorder—oh—and you can even call people like on the telephone; Captain Kirk would have been astounded. Good 'ole Gerald, on the other hand, was gonna be nonplussed perhaps even chagrined.

******

"Hi Marvin, so did you get anything so far?' I said.

"Oh yeah. you can lower the boom on him any time you want with what I got," said Marvin Johnson, my all too expensive PI. I smiled. "I had one of my field guys do it for me; he was a cop for thirty years. Name's Phil Carter. He does part time stuff for me. He loves the intrigue."

"Good, good, very good," I said. "Please have him stay on the asshole for the next week or so. See what else he might be able to come up with. I'm looking to not only end this Gerald guy, but to make her think twice about ever looking afield again. You know, like we talked about."

"You got it. Seeing the arrogant asshole in action at the bar really pissed Phil off, and he doesn't even know the guy," said Marvin.

"Yeah, well me either, really. But, I did see him in action, and I don't mean at the bar; I mean really in action," I said. "And, pissed off doesn't even begin to describe my feelings in the matter." My old friend nodded.

"You know, Jules, we've known each other a long time," said Marvin.

"Duh yuh think," I said, laughing. "I mean since first grade. You consider that a long time?"

"Yeah for sure. Anyway, as a friend, let me ask you. Why don't you just dump her cheating ass? The stuff I've already gotten here might not be grounds for a divorce per se, I mean in the sense that it would do a lot of good in the property split; but, it probably would get the right judge to go a little more your way than he or she might otherwise. In the end you're going to have to do something pretty radical anyway. I mean..." he said.




Stacy and Julian McCormack



"I love her. It's that simple. I want her. So, I'm going to give it the old college try. Just dumping her, apart from any property split, would just leave me miserable and wanting and unable to replace her. Hence, I'm going to try to save us," I said.

"What about Carmen. She's a looker too and she likes you, maybe more than likes you from what you told me," said Marvin. I gave him a look.

"Carmen? Yeah, she likes me, and that's just it. She I don't think she actually loves me. Yes, she does like me. Maybe even a lot, but love...

"Marv, I need love, and cheater though she is, Stacy does love me. But Carmen? Well, I could only wish that a big leaguer like Carmen could ever really love a guy like me. At least me and Stacy are in the same league," I said.

"She's messin' with a future lawyer. If she's thinking like you, she might opt to move up in class," said Marvin.

"Yeah, that's my worry," I said. "But Carmen? You think she might..."

"From what you've told me? Yes, I do," he said. "You've had sex with her right?"

"Yeah, but Carmen has always been into recreational sex. She just helped me out when I was down is the way I see it, a little mercy for little 'ole me. But you think it might be something more? I mean really?" I said.

"What I think is that you should explore the possibility," said Marvin.

******

She sat across from me nursing her wine. I was glad she wanted to wait a day before talking to me about my liaison with Carmen. Plus, I wanted her to have formed her plans to cut me off from my boyhood girlfriend, so I could have reason put the boff on her funnin' with good 'ole Gerald.

Settling her stem glass onto the table in front of us, she smiled. "You know, Jules, the best piece of ass in town is looking at you," she said. "You don't need to look outside this house to get your ashes hauled, not even."

Marvin's evidence was in my car. I dared not bring it into the house. I sure didn't like it, the evidence, especially the way she talked about me; that was the worst.

"I told you I agreed to stop with Carmen. I'll keep my promise, Stace. Really I will. Would this be a good time to ask you to give up your extracurricular activities too?" I said. She frowned.

"If you make me, I will give him up. It'll be hard because he and I have become good friends, not just fuck buddies. And that's friends not lovers in the real sense of the word; the lover part's just for you and me," she said. I nodded. I did so want to push the issue, but she had all of the cards, not a good situation for me.

"I'd like it if you wanted to give him up. I mean for our mutual love, not because I told you to," I said.

"The day will come when he is gone. He's not long term. But, before that day comes, I really would like it if..." she started.

"If what?' I said.

"Well, you know, like I kinda mentioned before," she said.

"Before?"

"Yes, you know, that the two of you might become acquainted—friends," she said.

"Friends? With the guy who's made me his cuckold, and yours? No, no, that's not happening," I said. "I draw the line there. No-no-no-no!" She nodded, but it was a frustrated nod.

******

We were sitting at a table against the wall. No other customers were near us. It'd get busy by around 9:30, I knew.

"She wants you to be friends with him! Jesus, talk about brass balls. But, you did tell her no, right?" said Carmen.

"In no uncertain terms. It will snow where the devil lives first," I said. She smiled at my characterization of the impossible dream, Stacy's impossible dream.

"Well good," she said. I decided to take a flyer.

"Carmen, why couldn't my wife be more like you?" I said.

Her look bespoke surprise. "Huh?" she said.

"Oh, nothing," I said. She had to be able to tell that I was nervous and worried about something.

"No, no, no," she said. "What were you going to say?" She was clearly brooking no stonewalling.

"Nothing really—oh hell," I said. "Carmen, you're my lawyer. But, in these last weeks, you've become very important to me. Carmen I..."

"You what?" she said. I looked down. Did I dare? I decided that I did.

"Carmen, I've fallen in love with you. No! Don't say anything. I'll go," I said. I actually started to get up.

She came to me, grabbed me and kissed me. "Me too," she said.

"Uh-huh-uh...well, maybe I won't leave just yet after all. I'll go later," I said. I knew right at that moment that Carmen Mendoza was indeed a threat to Stacy's position as the love of my life. No, that's not right; she'd already supplanted her in my heart. Before I knew of the likes of good 'ole Gerald? Probably not. But now? Oh yeah, I thought. 

We talked for almost two hours. Carmen forced me to agree to make one more effort to get Stacy to dump her lover and to be a real wife once again. She did not, as she assured me, want me regretting going with her on some sort of rebound thing. I actually argued with her; but, then, she hit me with the questions.

"Do you still have any feelings of love for her?" said Carmen.

"Well I—I'm not sure. Yesterday I might have said yes. Bruised and battered feelings but maybe something of the old feelings—well, maybe," I said.

"And, if she dumped the asshole, would that make you feel differently than maybe you do now?" said Carmen.

"Iffy. A lot of water under the bridge, and it's more than brackish. But in absolute terms? I don't know, maybe," I said. "If I hadn't connected with you..."

"Julian, I think you and I would be a very good fit. But, that said, I do not want there to be the slightest doubt in your mind that you would be doing the right thing to be with me. So, give her one last shot. If she cannot or will not end it with her lover or lovers, then it's on to plan B," she said.

"Plan B?" I said.

"You thank her for her candor, gather up the few things you'll need to get by for the next few days, and then come to my place and move in, and I mean tonight regardless of how late," she said. I looked up at the clock; it was almost 7:00PM.

"I'll take care of the divorce. And, no I won't screw her over or let you do so. She'll get a fair deal, but only that," said Carmen.

"Okay, okay," I said. "But, I have to tell you, I don't think this last hurrah is necessary. She needs more than I got or will ever have. I can lay it on her, and I will, but I will not stand for half measures. I need a one man woman. But, for you—I will lay it on her." She nodded.

The game still had to play out. There was still the slightest of slight chances that Stacy and I might make it; but the odds, given recent history, were mightily against it.

******

It was Wednesday night. I was usually late on Wednesday nights: had been the case since we were married. Drinks with the boys. I looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00, and she wasn't home. Had to be him, I thought. I didn't know how right I was.

I heard the garage door engage. What I didn't hear—mainly because of the garage door engaging—was the engine of the sports car pulling into the driveway.

They came through the side door together. They saw me at the kitchen table.

"Jules! You're home!" she said.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "And, hello Gerald. Just to get to the meat of things. Stacy wants us to be friends. Well, that ain't happening. I don't like you. She does, but I don't," I said.

"Jules! What are you doing?" she said. Well, I guess my words did leave things a bit on the opaque side.

"Just this. And, oh, I'm actually glad you're here, Gerald. We can get this settled once and for all," I said.

"Settled?" said Gerald, speaking for the first time.

"Yes, you can witness, Stacy making her choice," I said.

"Choice? What are you talking about, Jules?" said Stacy.

"Stacy, you and I have been married a long time. But, for whatever reason, in this past year plus, you have seen fit to make me your cuckold. I've let you know how hurtful such a title is for me, but you made the case that it didn't really matter because you loved me and only me and were committed to making damn sure I was satisfied in how you were planning to do me.

"Me, being the pussywhipped wimp that I am, reluctantly agreed to look the other way and accept my second class citizenship in terms of our sex lives. But seeing this..." I started.

"Jules, you were supposed to be out bowling..." she started.

"Pool, actually, wrong time of the year for bowling. But, no, I was sitting in a bar with a friend. The friend advised me, as I was crying in my beer, to come home and see if there was anything left for us as a couple. I considered it, and decided to do just that. 

"But, imagine my surprise to find you here, with him, virtually rubbing my nose in it. I mean after all of our talks on the matter," I said.

"Julian, I am not, was not trying to rub your nose in it. Gerald would have been long gone by the time you got home at midnight or later," she said.

"I never stay past 11:00," said Gerald.

"So this is a regular thing," I said. Stacy paled.

"Jules..." she started.

"Look, Stacy, this is the way it's going to be. Tell good 'ole Gerald here that he is history forevermore. Sign a postnup that precludes you ever cheating again, and we will try to save this marriage and find our way back to the kind of love we once knew, at least that I thought we once knew," I said. "That or I'm the one that's history, and I mean immediately."

"Look, Julian, let me catch my breath here, okay?" I mean after all of the conversations we've had. And you agreeing to..."

"Not agreeing, Stacy, submitting to. Well, I'm done submitting. Now, I'm dictating. So which is it," I said.

"Gerald, I think you better leave. We'll talk," she said, addressing him.

"Not good enough, Stace. He's either permanently history or I am. Again, which is it?" I said.

"Julian, you're not being fair..."

"Okay, I guess I have my answer. 

"Have a beer, Gerald," I nodded toward the frig. "I'll be out of your hair in a few, and you can have her."

"Julian!" she screamed.

"Too late, Stacy. I'm employing plan B. I'll be outta here shortly," I said.

"Plan B?" she interjected.

"Look, mister, McCormack, I don't want to come between you and missus McCormack," interrupted Gerald. I think he was being sincere in a youngish kinda stupid sort of way.

"Too late, boy," I said. "Have a good evening." I was outta the house in just twenty-five minutes.

******

"He was actually there?" said Carmen.

"Not only there, but indicated that he was 'usually' there on Wednesday. That since Wednesday is usually my night out with some of the boys. Said he was always gone no later than 11:00PM though. Thoughtful of him, dontcha think?" I said, and that quite sarcastically. Carmen just shook her head in disbelief.

"So what now?" said Carmen.

"I file for divorce. You finally say yes to me. And all of us get on with building a future for ourselves. Well, those are my priorities at any rate," I said.

"Okay, I'll have her served. Infidelity or irreconcilable differences?" She said.

"Infidelity. Frankly, I'm angry. I mean all of the arrogance, lies, broken promises. And doing it in my fucking house! Oh yeah, infidelity. I'll get you all of the latest from Phil and Marvin," I said. She nodded.

"Good," that oughta be enough. Oh, and by the way—yes!" A smile spread over my face and I took this new and wonderful love of my life into my arms. I was going to do my damnedest to be worthy of her.

******

Stacy got her back up and did her damnedest to stop the divorce and get me back Promised to never stray again. But, what she refused to do was sign any kind of a postnup. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; I was done hoping and praying. She'd had her final opportunity to get with the program, and had tried to sidestep it. I figured that was what she was trying to do now. But, whatever, she and I were done. 

She had been able to get the court to force counseling, but in the end I was adamant, and it came to naught, the counseling.

We did have a final sit down, but tis time it was with my lawyer present. No more would I put myself in the position of her dropping her pants and essentially enslaving me. No, no, she held all of the bullet in that kind of set-to.

******

Carmen and I were married almost exactly a year after that night in the kitchen with Gerald. And what of Gerald?

He did move in with her for a while, but as Carmen had predicted early on, he did tire of the older woman and opted for younger birds that came at his handsome well-endowed person with a vengeance.

Stacy still worked for the same place, Merlyn Home Furnishings. I still labored for Carter Construction. I gave her the house, with me making the payments till it was paid off, that in lieu of alimony—sixty thousand to go. No kids so that was not an issue. I was satisfied.

"Carmen, who after the fact I discovered, made twice what I did, made me sign a prenup. Oh, she trusted me right enough. But, as she said, if I never cheated or decided to dump her for money or some younger chickee; well, then the prenup meant nothing anyway. I agreed. And, I had no problem with it. 

What benefit did I get out of things? Fantastic sex to start the list; and, a woman who was satisfied, believe it or not, with what physical attributes I brought to the table; and, a much improved lifestyle both socially and otherwise. 

I was in love, she was in love—and that with me—and the future looked real good. Helluva note.



Stacy and Larry



This is a fantasy story written for my fan, Larry. It was quick write and a fun story to do. I tried to be as accurate as possible and I hope you enjoy it. Larry, this one is for you and Stacy. I hope you guys love it half as much as I loved writing it. 

*

I looked up form the couch when I heard Larry chuckle. It was lazy summer Sunday afternoon and we were both taking it easy. I was stretched out reading and he was at the computer looking at Facebook I assumed.

My son was at camp this summer and we had the house to ourselves. It was a real warm day so all I had on were a pair of black thong panties and one of Larry's over-sized shirts. I'm 6'1 though, so his shirt still only comes down to about the middle of my booty. I am quite voluptuous, but luckily my big teddy bear is 6'3 and a large man. To beat the heat, I only had a few of the lower buttons done and the fan in the window created a wonderful feeling breeze. Larry didn't have on anything but a pair of sweat shorts.

I got up and went into kitchen to grab a cold Pepsi.

"Do you want a drink," I asked as I passed him.

"Yea, Stacy" Larry replied, "Can you grab me a beer?"

We had no plans for the day, so I grabbed him a cold beer and went back to the computer where he was seated. He took the beer and opened it and I looked over his shoulder. My glasses had slid down my sweaty nose so I pushed them back up and read the computer screen. He was on Literotica reading some erotic stories.

I asked him, "Is that new one from Tiki?"

He smiled up at me, "Yea. Just went up today and she sent me an email to let me know."

It was another incest story that Larry and I get a kick out of reading. She is his favorite writer and we have chatted with her. It' nice being able to connect to the author. 

I'm only 35 so at 37, she is a couple years older than me, but close enough that her writing seems to hit perfectly with me. Plus, my body type is like the bigger bodied, slim waist ladies she writes about. I could be one of her characters, I swear. I have the acorn brown nipples she mentions sometimes, the large DD boobs and slimmer waist, and wide sexy butt, giving me that voluptuous hour-glass shape. The ladies aren't always shaved but sometimes well-trimmed down there, also like me.

Larry is of course, much like her Dad characters. A big bear of a man, 6'3 and 315. Barrel chested and rugged. A large Viking man with sexy tats on his arms and right calf. His job is a security officer and he can be intimidating. He is the perfect combo of big and brawny, and sexy and sweet. His dark hair is scattered over with gray, but it just gives him that matured veteran look.

I pulled a chair up next to him and read along too. By the end, I was wet and I could see Larry's cock tenting his sweat shorts.

I blew out a breath, "Wow. That was another good one."

"I know," he agreed, "Definitely one of her better ones. I'm gonna comment for her."

"After that, send her an email telling her we both liked it," I told him as I reached out and stroked his firm manhood through his shorts. 

"It can wait," he said turning to face me.

I giggled as he undid the last two buttons on the shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

He moaned when he saw my large tits on display, "God Stacy, you are so fucking hot."

He leaned into me and our mouths met. The kiss was firm but loving, filled with passion and hunger. I could tell how worked up he was when his hands began a feverish tour of my body. His large hands stroked down my sides then back up to fondle my hardened nipples. I moaned against his neck as I kissed and sucked his warm skin and nibbled on his earlobe. He loves when I kiss his ears and he pulled me in closer.

I stood up and hooked my fingers into the waist band of my thong, tugging it slowly down my curvy legs. Larry stood up and shucked his shorts quickly without ceremony. 

"C'mon, Larry. Take me," I told him urgently. I leaned over the computer desk presenting my ass to him.

"Fuck yea!" was all he said.

He lined up behind my exposed derriere and guided his thick cock to my soaked channel. His meaty stick entered my cunt and we both moaned in unison. It was a hot lustful session. We weren't making love we were taking our pleasure with a frenzied fucking. Our skin made sweaty slapping noises as he assaulted my body and I took him greedily.

His hands had a hold of my hips as he pumped his turgid rod into me again and again, claiming his ecstasy. One hand was holding me up and my large globes were swaying with the thrusts Larry was providing. My other hand slid down my slick body and caressed my creamy seam. My fingers did a quick little dance against my clit and soon we both reached our climax.

"Whew, that was nice," I told him as I smiled back over my shoulder at him.

He was flushed and smiling, "What can I say? Between Tiki's story and you looking all sexy today in practically nothing, this was gonna need to happen," he said laughing. 

We hopped in the shower together and rinsed off in the cool water, which felt fantastic on such a warm day. I threw on a robe. 

"Hey Stacy!" Larry called from bedroom. "Its too hot to cook. Let's just order a pizza."

"Okay," I called back, 

"The usual," he said.

One good thing about married life is you know what each other like. I called it in and I sat back down on the couch while Larry went back to the computer and commented on the story and then sent off the email.

The response was quick, signaling that Tiki was online. He chatted with her for a bit then I heard him, "Hmm."

"What," I asked him.

He looked up, "Huh? Oh, nothing."

"What is it?" I asked again.

Just then the doorbell rang and I got up. I went and opened the door not thinking about how exposed I was in just my robe. The pizza boy had a big smile when I handed him the money and told him to keep the change. I turned back around and Larry had an amused smile as well. 

I looked down and realized more than half of my large boobs had been on display, to Jimmy. He delivered the pizza and was our next door neighbor.

"Why didn't you say something," I chuckled as I brought the pizza into the dining room and got some plates.

We sat the enjoying the pizza when finally, he spoke.

"Well, what would you say to meeting Tiki and Curt?" he asked

I looked at him thoughtfully, "Are you serious? How? When?"

He answered, "In a couple weeks, near the end of July. Apparently Curt has some speaking engagement in Little Rock. So they will be here. We could head there too, get a hotel and meet up."

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I mean, fantasy is one thing but do you really want to meet them? What if we don't really like them? Are we stuck hanging out with them all weekend? Will it affect how much you like her stories if you don't like her in person?"

Larry thought about it, then said, "I don't know if it will affect her stories. As for the rest, it would be interesting to meet them, I think. We keep talking about trying something like this. (I knew he meant swinging). They live out of state and we won't keep running into them around town and having it be awkward. They are getting their own room too. If we don't all get along, they go back to their room and we go back to ours. We aren't stuck hanging out and we don't ever have to see them again if it's not a good time."

"Okay," I said finally. "Let's do it."

After out pizza, he got back online. He emailed back and forth a few messages then our phone rang.

I got up and answered it.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi, is this Stacy? This is Tiki. I insisted that I talk to you," She explained.

We had a nice chat in which she explained why she called. Too many men, claim their wife is into it then try to show up without her. Tiki wanted to make sure Larry was on the up and up. I assured her, I was real and although hesitant, we thought meeting them would be fun. We had a real nice talk and got a few things set in stone. I could tell from the phone conversation that I liked Tiki and was less scared of the idea. We arranged to meet them on Saturday afternoon, after Curt's meeting. Then, if we got along we would have a whole day and a couple nights together. I was excited by the whole thing to tell the truth.

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The weekend we were to meet them arrived and Larry and I drove to Little Rock and checked into our hotel. We got a jacuzzi suite so we would have more room, the jacuzzi in the room and the fridge and microwave in the room. We bought some snacks and drinks for the room. It was only Friday evening so we had the first night to ourselves. Larry was excited and very amorous but I made him hold off for the next night. 

We went down to the pool and he talked me into wearing my bikini that he convinced me to bring. I felt exposed in the small blue triangle top and skimpy bottoms, but this weekend was about fun and being less inhibited. We purposefully got a room at a different hotel than Tiki abd Curt. If things went sour, we didn't want to have to deal with them anymore than necessary. We went to dinner at a restaurant the hotel receptionist suggested and it was good. We returned to the room and got to bed early. We slept in because we anticipated a late night.

The next morning, Larry and I got up and started getting ready. He was so revved up that I gave him a quickie blow job in the shower to take the edge off. I didn't want him exploding too quickly tonight.

I packed a small bag with some lingerie and my make-up stuff, plus some fresh underwear for us in the morning. I didn't know which room we would end up in, so I wanted to be ready. 

We met them at a nice outside lunch place downtown. 

Tiki saw us and exclaimed, "Wow, its Stacy and Larry. You actually came! I'm so happy to meet you guys."

Her excitement was infectious and I found myself beaming. 

She was a small bundle of enthusiasm. She is only 5'1, so we all towered over her. Curt is almost exactly the same height as me and we were eye to eye. The picture she has on Literotica did not do her justice. So much of her is hidden in it. She has black hair and brown eyes that are dark and hypnotic. Her chest is impressive especially on her shorter frame. She is sporting and hefty set of 36FF boobs. Her waist is slim, even more so than I expected. Then she has a a tight firm butt. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, a large red top that came down to just over her ass, and pair of cute red heels. 

Curt was much as she described him. Native American with olive skin and dark eyes. Obvious smile lines around his mouth and long dark brown hair in a braid. His body is lean muscled and very firm. You can tell he takes care of himself. She has said he has a marathon runner's build; I now know what that means; long tight muscles. He was finely dressed in a purple dress shirt and a gun metal gray suit and tie. They were both dressed smartly and I could tell it cost a pretty penny.

She gave me a hug and Curt and Larry shook hands. We had an enjoyable meal and talked about their trip and ours, their stay in the city and ours, their hotel and ours. We had kept in touch over the phone and through emails so I was pretty confident we would get along. They told us where they were staying but we agreed to go back to our room since Curt's business associates were in the same hotel and he didn't want us to be interrupted.

"How about we meet up later on this evening. Have a few drinks and maybe hit a club?" I suggested.

Everyone looked at me like I grew a second head. 

Larry said, "Stacy, we are going back to the room now. As soon as we are done here."

I giggled, "Oh, I guess I'm the only one a little nervous still about this."

Larry and Curt took our vehicle back our room. Larry said he needed to work out some things with Curt. I rode with Tiki and directed her where to go. We were both very excited about tonight and kept saying so.

When we pulled into the hotel parking lot, Curt and Larry were entering the lobby and Curt was pulling a cooler with him. 

"Some more refreshments," Tiki said, indicating the cooler. "I also have a small bag with some clothes and stuff." She pointed in the back seat.

I told her, "I did the same thing. I didn't know which room we would end up in, so I grabbed a small bag too."

"Great minds," she said, parking the car and hopping out.

Once in the room, things moved along comfortably. Tiki and I went into the bathroom and changed into our lingerie and touched up our make-up. It felt odd to be sitting in a hotel room in the middle of the evening with new people and to be so exposed. After a bit though, it didn't seem odd and all. I began to loosen up and enjoy myself.

I could tell Larry was having a good time too, seeing so much of Tiki on display. She had on a black fishnet teddy and black sheer thigh highs. Her large pale boobs are capped but soft pink rose colored nipples. Like me, she was not shaved but had herself trimmed pretty close.I had on a hunter green camisole set with matching green thong. I enjoyed the hungry look in Curt's eyes too. It was nice to see how much arousal I could inspire. The guys had on cute boxer briefs. Curt's were a tight spandex Under Armor type and they high-lighted his package very well. Larry had on his black Haines boxer briefs, proving that you don't have to over-do it to look sensational and sexy. 

We all had a few drinks and that had us loosening up even more. I plugged my I-phone into the radio jack and put on one of my slower playlists. Curt got up to dance with me. He was a good leader, but soon we were just swaying together to the music. His hands were gently caressing my sides and his eyes were looking passionately into my own.

"You're a beautiful woman, Stacy," Curt said softly. Soon, he lowered his lips to mine and I did not even think to resist. 

I wanted to enjoy this good looking man in my arms now. I lost track of the other two as Curt and I savored the taste of the others lips. He tasted of wine and his own flavor. I knew my vodka was still part of my taste. We kissed long and lustfully as his hands became more urgent against my body. He moved his hand down to cup my ass and ran his other hand up my spine, causing me to shiver. I sank into him and he removed the camisole from me, leaving me in just my panties. I looked over nervously at Larry and Tiki, wondering if I had gone too far too fast. They were on the bed already. Both naked, she had her huge boobs over Larry's sucking mouth while his hands groped her ass and thighs.

Curt and I moved over the couch and I straddled his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my now wet panties, my aroused lips were moist and dewy. His mouth continued to explore my body, tasting my nipples and my neck. His hands gently caressing my face and hair before sliding down to claim my breasts. 

I raised myself up and pulled my thong to the side. He guided his hot cock under me and I slowly lowered myself down upon him, impaling myself on his rigid rod.

"That's it," I thought, "We are now swingers."

His dick felt glorious and I knew two things.: this was amazing and our lives would be forever different. My moans were deep and real. Curt was gripping my butt and pumping up to meet me even as I pushed down onto his stiff manhood. Tiki was a deep groaning lover too. I could hear her on the bed as she bounced merrily on Larry's large tool, her hands on his chest balancing herself. His big hands couldn't even contain her massive orbs as he tweaked and fondled her peaks.

My orgasm hit me quickly and surprisingly. I gasped in shock as much as pleasure. Soon, I was wailing in ecstasy, which is so unlike me, but my pleasure was throughout my body and could not be held back. My hands fisted in my hair as my body shook and bounced driving myself down onto Curt, pushing my explosive orgasm to its crest and then over. I lowered my hands to his shoulders as I slowly came down from my high.

Over on the bed I heard Larry grunting wildly as Tiki rode them both to a satisfying orgasm as well. Her moans were higher pitched now while she enjoyed my man and they achieved their own glorious climax.

I looked down at Curt sheepishly. I knew he hadn't cum yet. 

"Sorry," I said guiltily.

"Why? Your pleasure is kind of the point," he told me.

He was sweet taking care of me first, "But you didn't come."

"Whoever said I was finished with you," he replied. The lust was still burning in his eyes.

My eyes widened and I realized our weekend had only just begun.

"Hey you two!" I called out, "Off the bed. Our turn."

Larry and Tiki were giggling like school kids. They dutifully got up and grabbed a couple drinks from the cooler and began filling the jacuzzi. Curt climbed into the bed laying on his side, watching me as I slid my panties down my legs and flipped them away with my toes. Smiling at him, I slid into the bed next to him. 

He leaned and begun nuzzling my tits between the cleavage. It was heaven to be so thoroughly aroused and enjoyed. My hand reached between us and groped his hard cock. He kissed me hungrily on the lips, squeezing my tits, while I stroked his cock. Hooking his hands under my knees, he spread my thighs apart and settled between them. With the help of my hands on his cock, his stiff rod found my dripping cunt. The wet lips were coating his cockhead with slippery lubricant.

Just the tip was in my pussy, but I needed more. I wrapped my legs around his firm hard body, pressing my heels into his tight buttocks. I flexed my leg muscles pulling his entire shaft deep into my welcoming hole. His tool felt so good, filling my channel just perfectly. He was thick and hard and felt fabulous. Curt's thrust became deep and more powerful, his hard cock was pistoning in and out of my body claiming his own bliss.

I could hardly catch my breath as I writhed beneath his body. I gasped and arched up, spreading my legs even wider, so he could fully enter my slick trench. I pulled my legs up, knees moving up to my chest. Curt hands enjoyed the new position. Not only did this give him an even deep cunt to take full advantage of, he also has access to my large full tits. His strong hands squeezed and groped the soft mounds of flesh.

He quickly pushed me to another deep orgasm, only this time he was right with me. His thrust became erratic and soon his was filling my honey-hole with his own jism, creaming my insides with his spunk.

I was so spent after that, sucking in air. My eyes wide with the enormity of what we had just done. Larry and I had just had sex with people we had only truly met this afternoon and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. It was a big thrilling step and I knew our lives were changed. For the better, I hoped. 

I looked over at the jacuzzi to see Larry smiling at me. He winked and I smiled back too, feeling very happy with the way this turned out. I could hear the water splashing and I realized Tiki's head was bouncing in Larry's lap giving him a wet splish-splashing blowjob. He groaned and clutched the back of her head while she moaned around his spurting cock.

Curt and I got off the bed and made it over the jacuzzi on limp legs. We slid in next to our spouses and settled back against the pulsing jets. We all agreed it had been a fine start to a great weekend. We never left the room that trip. Larry and I sampled so much fun sex that I now knew our lives had been changed for the better.



Stacy and Roy



Stacy bounced into the kitchen, and Roy looked up. 

Uh oh, he thought. She's in one of those moods. 

Stacy didn't notice Roy's concerned look, and began to prepare his breakfast, getting eggs out of the refrigerator and starting his toast. 

"Honey, we took so long in bed, I'm going to be late. I don't have time for a real breakfast today." 

Stacy turned around, blue eyes wide as she looked at Roy. 

"I'm sorry," he said softly, walking over to her and hugging her. 

"I'm your wife now, Roy. I'm supposed to do this for you, every morning." 

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. We just got carried away in the bedroom. And then in the shower, and then getting dressed..." He kissed her forehead, brushing her curling brown waves of hair away from her face. "I can't help it, Stacy. You turn me on so much," he whispered. 

Then he walked over to the counter and picked up his thin briefcase and his cup of coffee, sipping it as he walked to the door. 

"Roy?" 

"Yes, honey?" he said, turning around. 

Petite, slender yet buxom, Stacy was standing in the kitchen. She had opened up the black dressing gown she had put on only moments earlier, unbuttoning it down the front. She was deliciously naked underneath, her body still flushed from their earlier bouts of love play. 

"Stacy," Roy breathed, trying to object. 

Slowly, she began to walk towards him. 

In his black dress pants, Roy could feel his cock get hard. And Stacy could see it. She could picture his thick member in his briefs, trying to rise up and being detained by the cotton and the slacks. The idea thrilled her, and she put a hand on her hip, opening the robe more as she stopped a few feet away from Roy. 

"All I wanted to do was feed you, sweetheart," she said, her voice purposely low. "I just wanted to eat with you." 

Roy gulped, clutching his briefcase. If he turned around, right now, he might be able to get out of the house on time. Stacy moved closer. 

"Now, I want you to feed me," she purred. 

Then she was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants. 

"Stacy, don't, okay? I can't. I'm going to be late. I -- " 

He froze as her small hands clutched his cock through his briefs and stroked him. She nuzzled her face into his groin, moaning and closing her eyes. Roy looked down at his new bride, his breath catching in his throat. 

Stacy opened her bright eyes, smiling up at her young husband. Then she lifted his cock out of the slit in his briefs, dropping kisses on the hot flesh. 

Roy dropped his briefcase loudly to the floor, his hands spread out and trembling. How did she manage to do this to him? How did a man his age manage to cum so often in one day, like some sort of teen-ager? 

Stacy mewed as a drop of precum oozed out of the slit at the top of Roy's cock. She studied it as if she had never seen it before, knowing Roy was watching her every movement. Then she flicked her tongue out at the pearly drop, slowly teasing it from Roy's cock. Then she withdrew her tongue, pulling back carefully with her head. Soon, the precum was stretched into a long, silvery spider web thin strand that went from Roy's head to Stacy's mouth. 

Roy shuddered, his breath rattling in passion. 

Stacy never looked better than when she was doing what she was doing right now. That sexy look in her eyes, that innocent smile, and all the while lapping at his cock. She looked up at him and his heart melted right along with any of his resistance. 

"Oh Stacy, suck me, baby," he groaned. 

Stacy did just that. She engulfed his cock with her mouth, wrapping her tongue and cheeks around it. Then she pulled back with her head, stroking him as she pulled off of him. She felt so divine. 

Down again Stacy's mouth went. She dove her lips down the shaft, slicking Roy's cock with her tongue. His skin was so perfect. If he had a faulty cock, she knew she wouldn't want him the way she did. But he was perfect, straight, unblemished, and with the most adorable mushroom head on the top of the thick, long shaft. Stacy loved to suck him, to tease his balls with her hands like she was doing now. 

Roy put his hands in her long brown locks. His mind was reeling with the feeling of her sucking him, so tightly, so perfectly. He tugged on the hair in his hands, curling it around his fingers and pulling Stacy closer. He knew she loved it when he was demanding like this. 

And then he was cumming, holding Stacy's head as tight to his groin as he could. It still surprised him how deeply she could take him into her mouth. Stacy would have been a great porn star, and that was just one of the wonders he had discovered after marrying her. 

"Ah, fuck yes, Stacy, I love you," Roy groaned. 

Slowly, his wife pulled her face off of his cock, looking up at him and grinning. 

"You know I'm going to be late now," he said, quietly mussing her hair. 

Stacy stood up, wiping at her mouth with her hand. Then she backed up, grinning at Roy. "And you haven't even had breakfast yet," she said slyly, dropping her robe to the kitchen floor. 

Roy didn't even think about zipping himself back up. It was very obvious that Stacy wasn't done. 

"It's supposed to be my job to make sure my husband is taken care of," Stacy said softly, running her hands down her arms, leisurely. 

"I want you," her husband said, responding. 

"I can't force you to eat, you know. You have to take responsibility for yourself." 

Her voice was mocking him, teasing him and trying to sound maternal. But Roy couldn't take his eyes from her body, from where her fingers were running over her chest, her hips, over her mons. 

Then he moved forward, so quickly Stacy almost squealed. He took her in his hands, gripping her hips tightly as his mouth dove to her neck. And he began to bite at her, saying the nastiest things about devouring her in her ears. Roy lifted his wife up onto the counter island in the middle of the kitchen, clean-sweeping the surface with one hand as he lay Stacy back on it. Then his mouth was on her belly, licking quick circles down to and around her navel. 

Stacy shivered, laying back, her long hair dropping off the counter's edge. She put her hands above her head, stretching to release the tension her husband was building in her. Then she looked down. 

Roy's mouth was kissing lower now, over her lower abdomen, and now over her pubis. He tickled through the hair there, nuzzling her gently for a minute before moving lower at last. 

Stacy purred as Roy's tongue slipped open her crevice, finding her clitoris so easily. He flicked at the hard bud and she groaned, putting a hand on each side of his face. She was careful not to mess his hair. 

Roy moved his tongue into her folds, licking over the chubby labia and lapping at the juices Stacy was giving off. She smelled to him like a flower, a lovely morning glory. And he hungered to taste more. He lifted a finger now, teasing it in circles over her clit before moving it lower to join his tongue. With his mouth, he nipped and bit and pulled at the skin of her lips. And with his finger, he intruded into her sweet canal, swirling his digit around. Stacy moaned, curling up and clutching Roy's face, her fingers running over his freshly shaven face. 

"I love how you touch me, baby," Stacy whispered, letting her head fall back once more. 

Roy joined his tongue to his fingers now, licking in her tunnel whenever he pulled his fucking fingers out of her. He gave her long, lusting licks, from top to bottom. Then, without being able to hold back, Stacy came for him. She gushed her nectar over his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his fingers. And he continued to push into her, waiting until she had completely released before he stopped. 

Roy stood up, putting his hand out to his new wife. "You know, I'm going to get fired one day, if we keep this up." 

Stacy took his hand and stood up, naked and trembling, visibly shaking while standing on the kitchen floor in front of her fully dressed husband. 

"We don't need the money that badly," she said, sulking and putting his cock back into his pants. 

"Oh no?" he said. 

Stacy laughed. "No! I can go work as a dancer downtown. You know I have the body for it." 

She began to sway, making fun of their old joke about her "skills". Roy watched his wife as she moved around him, giving him seductive glances and tugging at his clothes here and there. 

"I need to go to work, Stacy," he said, trying to sound stern. 

"You need to stay home and play with your bride," she answered, sounding just as serious. 

"I'll be home in a few hours." 

Roy made a move towards the door, and Stacy leaned over the counter, naked, facing away from him, exposing her bottom to him. 

"Fine, fine," she said, trying to sound aloof. "I hear there's a new pizza joint in town. I should go visit them. Or maybe I'll order out." 

"At 8:30 in the morning? Pizza?" Roy chuckled, picking up his briefcase. 

Stacy shrugged, wriggling her bottom innocently, as if she didn't know Roy's eyes were glued to her rounded buttocks and tempting crevices. "Maybe they have cute delivery boys," she said, playing with a banana in a nearby bowl of fruit. 

Roy huffed. She was just trying to egg him on now, trying to make him feel guilty. Stacy was the neediest girl he'd ever known. But at least she only needed him. 

Didn't she? 

"Maybe one of them will even stay and help me eat the pizza," she said, standing up now, her back still to her husband. 

Not facing him, Stacy had no idea if her little guilt trip was working or not. Lots of other men would have stormed out by now, though, she knew. And that was a good sign. She shrugged, peeling the banana. Then she made a show of looking out the nearby kitchen window, giving Roy a profile view of her slowly pushing a long cylindrical bite of banana into her wide opened mouth. 

He couldn't take any more of that. Roy dropped his case once more and dashed forward. He pushed Stacy down over the counter, undoing his pants again and pressing his groin to her bottom. 

"You know how jealous you make me?" he hissed. 

"Damn right I do," she answered, looking at him over her shoulder. 

"You're my wife, Stacy. Mine!" 

With that, Roy was entering her from behind, spreading her already-ravaged puss lips with the head of his cock and burying himself deep inside her canal. 

"Mine, Stacy," he hissed again, beginning to thrust almost viciously. 

Stacy laughed, putting her hands on the edge of the counter and pushing back, forcing Roy even deeper inside her. She knew she was his, but he was just as much hers, owned by her and mastered by her and ruled by her. 

And she was getting her way again. 

Stacy kept her body firm, letting Roy dive into her like a maniac. He was thrusting madly, with little concern. Part of her was thankful her husband didn't have a violent bone in his body, or her little games could end badly. But she knew that it was all in fun. 

Somewhere along the line, sex with Roy and with Roy's cock would be less thrilling. 

As he thrust into her, grabbing at her breasts from behind and squeezing them near-to-almost painfully, Stacy tilted her head back, letting Roy kiss and bite at her neck. 

Someday he might bore her. 

But she knew it wouldn't be for quite some time.



Stacy & the Angel



Introduction.

The ways of the Official are many, varied, and often formal. That their methods and phrases - often arcane or even quaint to the modern ear - are accepted goes without saying. In dealing with an 'Official' you have to listen very carefully; often to long sentences and unfamiliar words that almost borders on 'legalese' or 'jargon'.

We seem to live in a world where 'ticking the box' and recording target achievements seems more important than doing the actual job. This story is what might happen when there is the 'ultimate personnel cock-up' in Heavenly Administration.

But because I am English, this little story and the phraseology might seem strange to the American ear. I apologise for any confusion, but I doubt it would sound the same if I translated it into a suitable American dialect. 

So I hope you enjoy this word of fiction; I had fun writing it. 

HP, 2012 

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It all happened very quickly. There he was, smartly dressed and if not smelling of roses, of good soap and matching talc. Stacy had been looking forward to a weekend of debauchery and mind-blowing sex with a willing participant in a discreet country hotel. Instead, he found himself facing a figure of no real defined shape. It was more vertical than horizontal, and misty, rather like thick fog. 

"I'm the duty clerk and my name is Jeremiah," said the figure. "I'm an angel, junior grade." 

Stacy looked carefully, but could detect no angelic wings nor hear the sound of a harp playing. The Choir Invisible was similarly noticeable by its silence.

"I have a few questions to ask you," said Jeremiah, picking up his clipboard. "It's part of our new Quality Control protocol, whatever that is: They never tell us junior staff anything―"

Stacy peered into the fog. "Eh?" he said. "Excuse me, but I do not know what you are on about," he said firmly. "I was driving along in my car and suddenly I'm here, wherever 'here' is." 

"You are in Heaven. To be specific: Heavenly Reception: Department T68, Basic Life forms."

There was a pause. "What do you mean – drive a - what did you call it – a car?"

There was a short period of silence while Stacy digested this information. 

"OK. Heaven." He paused, thought and went on: "Therefore, I seem to have died for some reason, but I'll deal with that shortly. And yes, I was driving a car. It's a device for transporting humans from one place to another. It does not require any external force other than some kind of fuel." Then he grasped the situation and emphasised: 

"And I am not a basic life form." 

"Look, there's no need to take that tone with me. And how can a cell - what did you call it - drive a . . . car?"

"Erm . . . cell?" said Stacy.

"Yes, a cell. That's what you were before you came here to Reception. It says so on your form." He sounded slightly bored with the whole thing already. 

"Stand over there against that panel, please." 

"What is that?" Stacy was getting confused as well as frustrated; he pointed at the panel.

"It's the Soul Searcher." 

"Eh?"

"Look," said Jeremiah, "as I understand it, on Earth they have machines to look at your organs. Here we have ones that look at your soul. Now, get over to that panel, please."

By some means he did not understand, Stacy found himself standing in front of the pale fog-coloured panel. He was not aware of any conscious effort to do so. 

He straightened up and spoke. "Sorry, chief, but someone has blundered. I am, or was, a human male in the prime of life, happy and, if not rich, reasonably comfortable. I had a good job, better prospects, good friends, and I enjoyed life. I was on my way to see my lady friend and we were going to spend a romantic weekend together. Suddenly it all stops and now you think I was a simple cell? You'd be better having a word with whoever gave you that book. To put it bluntly, it's wrong."

"It is NOT wrong," said Jeremiah in a voice which had a very frosty tone. "We do not make that kind of mistake round here. We─"

"You did this time, mate. May I please have a look at that book?"

There was a silence as Jeremiah handed the tome to Stacy. On the front was inscribed a picture of something that resembled an amoeba and what looked like the word 'Stacy' in a very strange script. The Soul Searcher machine bleeped. Jeremiah took the image from a slot and held it up, looked towards Stacy, and then back to the image. It did not look like the image on the book cover, but it did look a bit like Stacy.

"That's not an identity image, is it?" asked Stacy.

"Of course," said a very reluctant Jeremiah.

"What would be the image for a human male in the prime of life?" 

"I'm not exactly sure since I'm not fully trained to do humans. I'm still on simple life forms." 

"Well, I suggest you contact whoever you report to as a senior and get him or her or - it to correct this mistake, sharpish," said Stacy. 

"Are you sure you are what they call a 'Human'?"

"Yes." Stacy's fuse was definitely getting shorter at this point. 

He briefly reflected that this Angel, junior grade, was not very good at this work. 

He continued: "It does say somewhere Adam was created in His own image by His own hand, right?" 

Come to think of it, 'not very good at this work' was a good example of understatement; in fact, "bloody useless" on current performance fit very well. Stacy waited for the reply.

Jeremiah looked carefully at Stacy, at the image and at the book several times. 

"You seem to have a valid claim to be human." 

Jeremiah started to think. An assignment to the Border Agency and Arrivals was considered an easy option and cases like this didn't appear every day.' 'This is, therefore, not a good day'. The thought did not give him any comfort although he briefly wondered if it might be part of the 'Rolling Appraisal' system now in vogue.

Jeremiah glanced at the desk. The idea of putting this problem case in the tray marked 'Pending' gave him a peculiar, queasy, feeling where his ulcer would have been had he possessed the necessary physical attributes. Higher Ups had a way of asking very pertinent, not to say pointed, questions if his department missed their targets.

"I'm not authorised—" 

"Well, find someone who is." Stacy's voice rose with each word.

"They are all rather busy at present."

"Not for too long, I trust? And have I to lurk round here for an indeterminate length of time while whatever it is happens so we can then decide what to do?" One could almost hear the acid in Stacy's voice. Jeremiah ignored it.

"Well, if one of the Very Seniors is taking the meeting, it could be a while. We junior grades do not get to attend those sessions except when He decides it."

"Define a while" said Stacy. 

"Well, it is difficult to equate our time with that on Earth but, at a rough guess, it could work out to about sixty or seventy years, maybe less, maybe more." 

"But that IS a man's lifespan; give or take tea breaks, coffee breaks, lunch, public and statutory holidays." 

"Is it?" asked Jeremiah. "They don't tell us anything round here; just do the course and off to the nearest vacant desk."

"Yes, it is. But tell me please, just where is one supposed to twiddle the human thumbs while the celestial administration has a collective think and discussion about it at a meeting of the next working party?"

"Oh, that's easy. You go back to Earth." said Jeremiah. 

If Jeremiah possessed a face to look at, it would have been an uncomprehending innocent, blank. At least, that's the impression that Stacy got from the voice.

"There would, of course, be no memory of previous experience, but just a normal life," he added.

"So, if I get to be in the Waiting Room, I do not go back as I was?"

"No," said Jeremiah. "It does something nasty to the flow or something, whatever that may mean."

"Now look, you screwed my life up, you can darn well put me back where I was, without serious injury or fuss. And," He added, with considerable emphasis, "you can compensate me for the inconvenience. Return me whence I came, please, and not a bit of random metempsychosis."

"I do not have the authority to do that." 

The angel pointed to a notice that Stacy had not noticed earlier. 

"Our staff have the right to work without fear, intimidation or harassment which will not be tolerated."

"Well, get someone who can," said Stacy firmly. "There must be a Duty something-or-other somewhere, even if he is on his tea break." 

He looked again at the sign and pondered its manifest errors, turned back and glared at the figure in front of him.

"I'll get my Supervisor." 

"Not doing very much supervising so far, is he?" Stacy asked waspishly.

Jeremiah mumbled and some sort of desk-like structure materialised in front of him.

It did not seem too long to Stacy before a second fog-like figure was in sight whom Jeremiah introduced as Issidore. He looked first at the sheaf of papers that Jeremiah stuffed into his hands. Then he looked carefully at the image, back at Stacy and then nodded. 

"That's human. Name?" he said. 

"My name is Stacy Smith, named by my mother, who was a big fan of Stacy Keach the actor and my father who worked for a department called 'Special Services.'"

The red stamp that said 'urgent' in big letters worried Issidore. He tried to remember the last time he had seen a similar sheaf of papers. Cases of this type did not land on his desk very often. A Soul arriving at the pearly gates with the wrong paperwork was practically unheard of.

"It works like this," he said to Jeremiah. "They get born down there. The local maternity home or hospital usually gives them a Birth Certificate or something. Now, they also get an expiry date; it's like "use within a few days of opening" on foodstuffs. We don't tell them what it is because there's only the Boss who actually knows the details. 

"After they have their three score and ten like it says in the manual— it's only an average but generally holds good— they arrive sometime at the gates and the paperwork is all nice and simple." 

He peered at the paperwork and shook his head: "But the wrong paperwork; arriving early? Hmmm." 

A bookshelf appeared and he reached for a volume and flicked through it. 

"I don't even think it's covered in the Regulations!" he mumbled in a shocked voice.

"I couldn't find it in my Manual, either," said Jeremiah earnestly. 

They began talking to each other, completely ignoring Stacy. There appeared in front of the foggy figure what looked like a large telephone directory. 

Issidore then spoke to Stacy. "Have you paid your Tithes and made Offerings?" 

Stacy took a deep celestial breath. "What are you on about?"

Issidore felt quite pleased with himself as he remembered a seldom invoked clause. "It clearly says here. One tenth of everything you have belongs to The Boss. 

It's quite clear: One part in every ten. It's actually never been reviewed. Don't quote me on this but I'm surprised that the finance commission missed that one. It's fairly easy. Whatever you get, you have to give back one tenth part. Now that's the Tithe. It's like a minimum monthly payment or Income Tax. The other bit is what we call the Offering. 

"After you pay the Tithe, whatever you have left is yours. The Offering comes out of that and is at your discretion. Once we get your contributions, we can work out your levels of blessings. Don't worry about it; everything gets properly recorded and audited." 

He turned to Jeremiah: "Only Higher executive Angels get to be auditors. That sort of vacancy doesn't get advertised very often. There's a right scramble when one is advertised." 

He paused and turned back to Stacy. 

"Anyway, where was I? Yes, that's it; Tithes and Offerings. You have made your payments I hope. Have you got any official receipts with you by any chance, or your pass book?" 

Stacy was feeling a bit bemused by all the talk about Tithes and Offerings. 

"You make it sound like some sort of divine insurance policy or even Income Tax. We are not here to discuss my credit card statement or that stereo system I purchased on it last month. And in what is a cell supposed to carry this documentation? Come to think of it, how can a cell make Tithes & Offerings?"

Issidore blithely ignored this question and carried on, rather like an over-trained salesman: "Now, now, no need to get excited. I know what you're going to say: Something like 'it's not worth the effort' or 'no one actually bothers about that these days'. Everyone seems to say the same. There was a move a few centuries ago to actually repeal that bit but it got voted out when it came to the crunch, so it's still valid. I can show you the wording if you like."

Jeremiah, remembering his training course, picked up the conversation. 

"Everyone says the same all the time but it's quite easy. The basic tithe gives you an introductory level of blessing. Now I know it's not a lot and I'd probably agree with you but that's not the point. It's a bit like a flat fee or a subscription. I think humans do the same things with what do you call them - Magazines? Once you have paid the tithe you build up your blessings from the offerings. That's when the fun really starts for you."

"Sounds like one of those old endowment mortgages of a few years back" said Stacy, adding: "Many of those were mis-sold . . ." 

He was about to enquire about a Cell having pockets for receipts, when Issidore came in with a new one.

"Are you guilty of fornication?" 

The question was rather unexpected and Stacy had to think of a suitable answer.

"Well," he said, "if you mean sex outside a permanent and blessed union, yes, I suppose I am, but we do not have a general prohibition on it where I come from. But if you'd got me about 48 hours later the answer would most definitely have been Yes." 

Issidore looked puzzled and said: "Oh." 

He took the book from Jeremiah and flicked a few pages: "Are you now, or have you ever been, a member of a Pagan organisation?" He said.

"If you mean anti-Christian, the answer is no," said Stacy, "but I cannot, in all honesty, say I was particularly pro-Christian either. It's not something I thought much about," he added.

"Graven images?"

"For the purposes of worship, the answer is no. However, there are some things which are widely regarded as artistic or attractive and demonstrate the maker's superior skill in some way. In that case the answer might be regarded as - yes."

"Have you committed murder?"

"No!"

"Have you stolen anything?"

"Well," said Stacy, "that's not so easy to answer. If you mean breaking into someone's house and deliberately taking some of their property, the answer is no. But I have taken the odd bit of office stuff on occasion."

"False witness?"

"No!"

"Adultery?"

"Not that I know of. After all, if she is not wearing her wedding ring, I do not know her true marital status. I may have been fooled once or twice, but I don't think so."

"Have you ever coveted your neighbour's wife, servants or property?"

"No," said Stacy. "nor his ox nor his ass. Can we get on with getting me back now, please? I want to go back to where I was if you don't mind, without let or hindrance. A passing memory would be acceptable, but nothing else. OK?" 

Patience was not Stacy's strong suit and what little he had was wearing very thin.

Issidore looked even more puzzled. "Oh: Well," he mumbled, "it is not as easy as that. It would require someone far more senior that I."

"Yes." Stacy's fuse was definitely getting even shorter at this point. "And you are going to get him/her or it right now: You are, aren't you? 

"Yes, well, er r r, he's probably still at the Meeting, you see." Issidore spoke quietly. 

"Well GET HIM OUT," roared Stacy. 

There was a soft "plop" sound when Issidore vanished. 

* * *

Issidore approached with some caution. The executive angel bore the name "Doris." She wasn't over-keen on the name, but she was stuck with it. She was in charge of Higher Administration, a department she governed with considerable skill. It was her job to ensure the orderliness of the Great Plan in terms of its execution; or at least, her small part in it. Despite being an executive angel, she was not known to suffer fools gladly. A nameplate on her desk confirmed her name. She was the only one with such a nameplate. She gave the impression that she'd prefer work of a more important nature than waste time with trivia. 

In life, she'd been in charge of a religious house and had run it very well. During her term as Mother Superior, the house had gained new lands and novices, was on a much more sound financial footing with a good reputation, and had a good crop of nuns who ministered cheerfully to the locality. 

If Issidore could have taken a long, deep breath, he would have done so, but he felt he was on firm administrative ground. "Your Worthiness," he said respectfully, since being polite was always a good idea. "We have a small problem in T68 upon which we'd value your opinion."

Archangel Doris looked up from her desk and examined the angelic spectre in front of her.

"Yes?" 

He handed the paperwork to the worthy Doris.

"It would appear that we've had one too early, as it were. There seems to be a mix up between what's on the usual form and what actually turned up. It's human, and he's not happy. According to the form, he's supposed to be a single cell." 

Doris carefully put aside her papers and gave the bundle from Issidore a brief glimpse. 

"Impossible," she muttered.

Then she had a really good look. If she'd possessed a physical body to warm, it would have done. Here was a challenge worthy of her mettle. She looked at Issidore and a faint smile creased her features.

"Come back in a little while," she said, settling back with her copy of the Manual and the papers. "There's definitely something wrong here."

* * *

In what seemed like an instant he was back. Jeremiah & Issidore turned to have a more private conversation unaware that Stacy could hear them.

"The executive angel says it's wrong, so you are to send Stacy back for a temporary stay on earth."

Jeremiah was about to protest, reminding Issidore that the form arrives automatically, not through his action

"I heard that," Said Stacy, interrupting the junior grade Angel. "Please will you define temporary. After all, as the old hymn has it, 'a thousand ages in His sight are like an evening gone'. I don't particularly welcome the idea of being hoiked back here in the middle of something important or pleasant. After all, there's a tolerance limit to coitus interruptus or gazing at some important natural feature. 

"If I snuff it whilst in the arms of my lover, it is no fun for her being stuck with my body, is it. Thank you, but I would much rather return to where I left." 

There was a period of thoughtful silence. Stacy looked at the angels.

"Don't you have some sort of panic button or other urgent signal you can use? A telephone, maybe flags, lamps, pigeons or whatever you use to signal a problem?" 

"We don't often get what you might call a problem. I think there is an emergency signal but no one at my level has ever used it. I'll have to consult the Manual." 

Jeremiah said as he turned the pages disconsolately.

"Don't you guys have machines for this sort of thing?" wondered Stacy.

"We did, but, frankly, they were more trouble than they were worth," explained Issidore. "They kept getting infected by demons from the outer circle."

"So your security is not, shall we say, top line?"

"Oh," said Issidore, "It is; the higher up you get. They like us to learn the hard way, as it were."

And with that, he vanished.

"Not as hard as it is going to get in this case," said Stacy as he turned back. 




Stacy & the Angel



"Jeremiah, you cannot begin to grasp the concept of how hard it is going to be for you unless you fix me up back where I came from. In case you need a reminder, I was about to meet, in anticipation of a very pleasant weekend, with the girl. On present performance, I'd have you doing Quality Control on every atom in the Universe outside the Earth. Even with your quaint concept of time, you'd not do it quickly; you'd probably die of boredom. And the sun," he added," is constantly changing."

"We don't die," mumbled a disconsolate Jeremiah. He kept flicking from page to page of the manual, which seemed to have grown thicker. "It's no good; I cannot find anything to cover cases like this. We'll just have to wait." 

Silence reigned for a little while. Stacy tried to tap his foot impatiently, then tried to fold his arms. Neither manoeuvre was very successful. 

"This is where we have the problem. It is in two parts; your difficulty and our Rules and Procedures. Issidore has explained that we don't usually have this type of problem, and unless we actually get an Executive order right from the top," he emphasised his words. "We do not have a returns policy." 

Stacy suddenly remembered the Jumper that his mother had given him as a gift the previous Christmas; the stripy one, two sizes too big and similarly non-returnable. He winced visibly as a rather longer, more strangled, plop filled the air as two apparitions appeared. A third was right behind them. 

"Ouch; I hate it when that happens" said one of them. "Two of us called to the same point it's always an uncomfortable landing. We are from Departures." 

Issidore looked at Stacy and pointed out the Angels: "This is Benedict, Augustus and Timothy," he said as they were introduced. 

He handed the papers to Benedict who examined them. 

"I hope this is good; I'm due to go on a break shortly." 

He leafed through the sheaf of papers "Oh dear, oh dear; fascinating, fascinating. This is good." 

Plop. It sounded a bit like a pebble dropped into a pond.

He disappeared only to reappear with another plop a few seconds later "Section 17. paragraph 12, sub sections 41 to 50? NO, No, No." 

There was another plop. Stacy watched as the apparition continued to disappear and reappear muttering to himself. Jeremiah spoke quietly to Augustus and Timothy. 

"Don't mind him:" said Jeremiah, looking up. "He's very good but he's got this nervous twitch he says it helps him think, usually ends up giving himself a headache." 

Plop

"No, I must admit I am beaten for the moment," mumbled Benedict. "I've never seen a mess like this one. Do we know who's responsible? I do hope it's not a stupid clerical error. There's a new one in the logistics department; very good but dreadful hand-writing; absolutely awful; can't read a bally word. And that's regardless of the language."

He handed the papers back to Jeremiah. "I do hope the audit people don't suddenly appear; they will have a field day with this one, oh dear, we all know how crusty they can be at times, no sense of humour at all."

Plop

"Will you please stop doing that?" bellowed Stacy. "You're making me feel quite giddy with all this fading in and out; it's not natural." 

Benedict looked at Stacy in a 'most put out sort of way' reminiscent of the 'this is the time where I would clean or adjust my glasses, if I wore them'. 

"Yes, I'm sorry, but it helps me think and I've got a headache coming on." 

Stacy was about to suggest to him that all that plopping probably did not help, but the sound of a choir filled the waiting room. Almost in unison, the three Angels winced visibly. Angel Timothy, who had been quietly watching and listening, spoke to Stacy.

"Another rehearsal, I think." 

Stacy looked round to see if there were any hidden loudspeaker systems producing the sound. He could see nothing like it. 

Benedict continued. "I do hope they don't practise that new piece again. It's a bit avant-garde and too experimental for my tastes. And it's far too long. He seems to like it but that middle bit grates on me; not at all to my taste." 

He paused and a thoughtful look crossed his face. 

"There is one thought that may be of use," he continued. "I may be able to offer something to help. But firstly, do we have a risk assessment on this?" 

He looked up from the papers, paused and then continued. 

"I'm not sure I like the idea of, how shall I put it, dropping one off on the way." 

Dominic brushed at himself nervously, as if trying to remove some dust from his outer garments. He hated these sorts of conversations with his head of department. 

It could very easily lead to all manner of confusion, to say nothing of putting his career path in jeopardy.

"Well, I don't think that we can lose any while making the delivery; nor should we call it a "Bus ride," to quote the humans." He paused, his pained expression trying to convey something that suggested deep thought. Stacy reflected that it was not a particularly attractive visage.

Augustus thought carefully. 

"Have you looked in the records? Have we done this sort of thing in the past?" 

"Well," said Dominic, a deep intake of breath indicated that he was about to tread on somewhat sensitive material. "I know it's not normal procedure," he paused, carefully considering how to approach the issue. "We would have to talk to someone in Transport department. Transport do frequently move many souls. You know, the 'Entry refused' and all that. They sent them to the, how can I say it, you know, the other place." 

He took another deep breath and looked at Jeremiah. "It's a bit irregular and it would help if someone over there owed you a favour. But perhaps you could ask them if they could maybe give this one a lift or drop him off on the way?"

There was another plop and Dominic was gone. 

"How long is that going on for?" Stacy was getting really rather tired of all the kerfuffle.

"Well, we'll have to stretch time a bit, but not long. I can assure you that your case is important to us," said Jeremiah.

"You sound like my telephone answering machine."

"What's one of those?" 

"Well, we have a system called a telephone which connects one person to another (keep it simple, thought Stacy), "so people might communicate verbally, or by what we call the voice. If someone is not available to answer the instrument, we have a machine that gives out a message to say something to the effect that we are unavailable, and would the caller like to leave a message. This is recorded internally and stored for later retrieval." 

"We could use something like that round here," said Jeremiah. "We just think of the angel to whom we wish to communicate and in a flash they are here." 

"A might tricky if he's busy doing something else, I guess."

"It can get confusing at times," admitted Jeremiah. "I got the impression that Issidore was doing something important." 

"No such thing as panic or a mistake, then?"

"Not while I have been round here." 

"And how long has that been?" asked Stacy, innocently. "I mean how many cells have you had past your desk?"

"Oh, lots — hundreds," replied the angel. "There are quite a few of us in T68."

"So you'll have had lots of experience with Cells, then?"

"Oh yes said Jeremiah, "we're fully experienced here in T68. We won an award last year."

"And you've never had this sort of cock-up before?"

"Oh, no," said Jeremiah quickly, "never. That's why I needed my Superior to talk to."

"Tell me please," said Stacy, "how far back does that record book go? I mean, is it just the life I led, barring interruptions, or previous existences?"

"Oh that's easy" said Jeremiah, "it goes a long way back: Several generations, in fact. It goes forward, too, but I'm not supposed to know that. Why?"

"Well, does it record my ever having been something other than a cell. Like, for instance, an Amoeba? The reason I ask is to wonder whether someone has turned over too many pages in that book. Either forward or backwards, as it were. It makes for an interesting train of thought. For example, I'd hate to have been even partly responsible for the great dysentery outbreak of 1847. It was in Bath, you know."

Stacy looked on with amusement as Jeremiah spent the next while rapidly turning pages in the book. "You weren't" he said finally.

"Oh, what a relief," muttered Stacy. "I was quite bothered there for a moment." 

"Why?" 

Jeremiah, by this time, was wishing that Stacy had actually been even slightly responsible as he could have passed the problem over to a different department and let them have the headache.

"Well, I'd hate to think that I was even partly responsible," said Stacy, earnestly. "It was a bad outbreak of amoebic dysentery. Several people died, by all accounts." 

"You'd regret that? You'd rather not have been involved, so to speak?"

"Oh, yes, it would be a blot on my copybook, as it were."

"That's a good sign," said Jeremiah. "I must make a note of that."

Stacy made a conscious effort not to think that it was precisely why he'd said it, bearing in mind that it was almost true. 

"If that book goes forward as well as back, can you look and see if there's anything to shed light on my being here now?" 

But before he could get an answer, another angel appeared in front of him. Jeremiah was disappointed that the Angel that materialised was not, as he hoped, the angel called Benedict as Transport/Dispatch coordinator but, it seemed, the assistant deputy to his deputy assistant in Dispatch. 

"Let me see," he said. He pondered the thought. "What you are asking is most unusual. You want us to make a delivery. . . On the way? . . . Urgently? Express rather than scheduled service? Oh dear. I shall have to consult." 

There was a slight pause, followed almost immediately by a very noticeable plop. The Angel appeared at the side of Jeremiah. 

"This is what we have to do. First, we must complete a general motion and submit it for reconsideration. Then we have to table that for a hearing with a senior, maybe even one of the prophets. But first, we need to see The Book." 

"I told you he was good" said Jeremiah with what looked like the hint of a smile. "I know that we sometimes do favours for other departments. There was that time when we loaned out quite a good number of staff to one of the Archangels and the department of defence. The civil war when that Lucifer fellow got a little carried away after being denied promotion. Nasty business, that was!" 

He paused as if in thought and went on. "There was, of course, that time when the Begotten Son was down there on Earth not so long back: In Earth terms he was doing some strange things. That trick at the wedding with the Water. . .And let's not forget that Lazarus chappie. He died and his soul was floating about here for, I think it was four of their days. Then we had an Executive Order from "you know who" to send that one back. I think they have it framed in Transport now. 

"I was only in basic training at the time so I never had chance to find out the real detail. I know that there's not much documentation about, so it must be classified, might even have been hidden away deep in the archives." 

With a staccato 'plop', he vanished before he said too much and blotted his copybook, thus ruining any chance of promotion for the foreseeable future. Angels would generally be careful when communicating with senior grades, especially prophets. A word out of place could result in 'a note being placed on their files' in Resources, as Personnel was now called. This generally resulted in a rather swift reassignment, in angelic, terms to a rather more mundane department like road sweeping. Even if the roads of heaven were paved with gold, they still had to be kept clean. Sanitation was not a department that appeared in any Aims and Objectives and almost never mentioned in the rolling appraisal system. 

For an indeterminate while, nothing happened except the choir struck up a new and even more dirge-like tune. 

* * *

Issidore appeared before Doris. He made a deep obeisance to her. He was a skilled exponent of the Bowing and Scraping routines. He straightened himself up and said, "Your Worthiness, we need your part of the Password to get in the Room with the Book. Every time we try it, we find that the Password has changed and we have to start again. It has even changed twice whilst we waited for approval." He sounded quite upset.

"Ah," said Doris, "that's part of the new security system. What we need to have is a faster speed of communication for these important matters. I shall bring it up at the next Meeting." 

She looked at Issidore as if expecting him to be happy with this news. He wasn't.

"But your Worthiness will accept that unless or until such a change is implemented in full, we are limited as to what we can do since we cannot, of ourselves, change it. However, if we could ask you to reveal your part of the password, we'll get on with the job in hand. We need access to the Book, and unless you can come and open your part we are stuck with the fact that we can do nothing." 

"Oh, I am not at liberty to reveal that at present," said Doris looking at him as if he was something left on the beach after the tide had retreated. "I'll have to check, but if you get the others at the Door, I'll be down and we'll all do it together."

* * *

There was another plop as Dominic appeared by the door of the Room with the Book.

"Let us bow our heads in prayer for a little guidance," murmured Doris. 

Issidore and the others did so. Doris poked an angelic finger into the lock and wiggled it. A careful listener might have heard a quiet click. 

"Now you pair, Issidore first."

Issidore approached the Door and tentatively inserted his finger in the lock. It felt like his finger was a key with the usual wards and he twisted. There was a quietly satisfying click and he stepped back. Augustus poked his finger in the third hole, wiggled it and there was a louder click. He retreated.

Doris pulled open the Door and, signalling Issidore to follow, entered the Room. All Dominic could hear was a great deal of page-turning and paper-shuffling. Doris let out a sigh of surprise. Issidore gulped as he left the Room, followed by a surprised Doris. 

She looked at Issidore, then Augustus. 

"It's a misprint. I'll authorise his return: As near as we can get to his original state and as soon as possible. I also need to have a word with that new chap in the IT Printers department." And with that, she vanished.

* * *

Issidore appeared at Jeremiah's side: 

"I have managed to contact the right people," he said in a manner that indicated that he'd put himself well out to do it, and it was his personal involvement that ensured the success. You are going back to Earth as a human. Not, I'm afraid, the human you were, but, if I may reveal a confidence, your lady-friend did not turn up for your date." 

"Oh, said Stacy, "as a matter of purely academic interest, what happened to her?"

"She was involved in an accident resulting in her spending quite a long while in hospital. However: By way of compensation, you are to be returned to a similar situation. The driver will have what looks like a heart attack but is not, and you will be out from the hospital very fit and quite quickly. And you will meet a certain young lady who is what I believe might be termed 'very attractive'."

Stacy felt strangely encouraged at everything the Angel said.

"When does this start please?"

Issidore looked at him, drew a breath and said: "Now!"

.............

Stacy opened his eyes. The overhead lights did not hurt much and the nurse who looked at him was an absolutely gorgeous brunette with piercing blue eyes and a shape that many modern women would give their eye-teeth for. 

He suddenly thought that an Offering might be appropriate sometime very soon. Then he wondered why he'd had that thought. But it seemed like a really good idea.

"Hello," she said. 

Her voice was a rich contralto with resonances that reached into his toes via the pit of his stomach. 

"Hello yourself," he murmured. 

"Yes," he thought, "a decent Offering would be really worth it."

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