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A Tangled Web

By: RomanCEisdead2





A Tangled Web



Young and exceptionally bright, Sheila Hurtz had joined MI7 when she was just 19. She'd been with the Service and without a public identity for nearly a decade when she was assigned to spy on the young Russian prime minister at the time, Fillyp Dombrovski. 

Often MI7 agents weren't given all the details of the reasoning behind their assignments, and such was the case this time; Hurtz knew her own job, but had no idea what Britain's interests were. It didn't trouble her.

Dombrovski had been vacationing on a tiny uncharted island in Fiji which the Russian government in cooperation with the local government sometimes unofficially used for retreats. Britain had no legal jurisdiction there, so Hurtz had been cautioned to be particularly subtle in her methods. But the job was easy: simply record the prime minister's conversations for the duration of his stay on the island, and report them to MI7 Headquarters via radio as they were received. A cake walk.

Smuggling herself onto the island with fake i.d. as a Russian waitress had been easy. Dombrovski was staying in one of a row of a dozen or so romantic grass bungalows on the beach. They were modest, yet immaculately maintained and even luxurious by some standards. Hurtz simply let the attached adjacent grass hut and stuffed a state-of-the-art micro-microphone into the grass wall facing Dombrovski's room. She trailed him at a distance whenever he left his hut and picked up and recorded his speech with a directional mike hidden in the cute blonde bun her hair was done up in atop her petite head. At night she would transcribe whatever the mics had recorded, and radio them directly in to MI7 Headquarters using a plastic micro-satellite telephone hidden in one of the stiletto heels she had packed in her suitcase. She'd then burn the transcript and wipe the microchips clean of any evidence.

Dombrovski made a few personal phone calls on the first day and spent the first night alone. During the course of the second day he picked up an American lover; an 18-year-old blonde student by the name of Tiffany Johnson. Tiffany had wound up on the island through an exchange program with a Russian university. The girl she was 'exchanging' with had been interning with a large Russian catering company. Hence, she was traveling/interning as a cocktail girl on a beautiful beach in Fiji, and sleeping with the Russian prime minister. Hurtz had seen stranger things before... on occasion.

When the pubs finally closed around two, Tiffany and the prime minister teetered back to his grass hut laughing arm in arm where Hurtz was already in position in her own hut with the curtains drawn, completely inconspicuous. She decided to catch a few hours of shut-eye while the mics did their work before waking up to transcribe and radio in whatever they'd picked up a little later.

'Wish I had me a big bloody cock,' Sheila muttered to herself as she settled into her comfortable bed for a few hours rest. 'Lucky bastards...' she yawned, her hand unconsciously massaging the fleshy moistening lips of her immaculately waxed-smooth cunt, and fell asleep. 

Hurtz awoke at five and made coffee quietly in the nude. Next door, all was silent. She pulled on a clean, extremely skimpy white string thong but left her large breasts bare for comfort in the heat, retrieved the mic, sidled up to the hardwood desk and sat down, put on soundproof earphones and began transcribing what she heard into shorthand, pencil on paper, in the following way:

(Sounds of them (Fillyp Dombrovski and Tiffany Johnson- voices earlier confirmed) loudly (drunkenly) entering Dombrovski's hut, laughing and with shuffling steps.)

Dombrovski: 'Is you! You make me drink so mach!'

Johnson: 'Oh, no! No WAY, Fillyp! YOU made ME drink so much!'

(Laughter. Sounds of kissing and things crashing about. Sound of them falling onto the bed together and laughing, still kissing. Sounds of both of them becoming sexually aroused, i.e. moaning and increased breathing, and likely disrobing.)

Johnson: 'Well! What's that, Fillyp?? It's fucking big!!'

Fillyp: 'Is you; you make me so beeg, you are so beautiful, Teeffany!'

Tiffany: 'Ah-ha! Less sweet-talking Fillyp, and more sixty-nining!' (Some shuffling noises) '...Let me show you.'

(Intense moans of pleasure from both parties.)

...

Sheila Hurtz was trying to remain professional and just do her job, but was finding herself becoming quite aroused by this particular assignment. Still, she kept her hands off of her cunt for the time being and got back to work.

(Sounds of young miss Johnson sucking the prime minister's cock. And him apparently licking out her pussy.) She scratched that out and wrote, 'administering cunnilingus.' (More sexual moaning. Same noises continue for several minutes.)

'O, what can it hurt?!' Sheila thought, and went and fetched her pocket-rocket vibrator from her case. 'There- aaaaaah!' she sighed in her mind as she pressed the vibrating bullet beside her thong and onto her wet clit. 'I can still work just fine like this...' she thought smiling lustfully to herself.

Tiffany: 'You want me to sit on it now? Yeah? Yeah?'

Fillyp: 'Oh fuck yeah, girl. Sit on my fucking cock...'

(Moans of pleasure intensify greatly. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh audible as they begin to copulate.)

Tiffany: 'Oh yeah, fuck my cunt you big stud! Oh! I'm so wet! Oh yeah!' (Several minutes pass similarly; sex sounds/dirty sex-talk continues.) 'Fuck me from behind...'

(Some shuffling sounds, then sex recommences, more vigorous than before.)

Tiffany: (Wails with pleasure. Much rapid slapping of wet flesh on flesh.) 'Ooooh! Aaaaah!...'

Fillyp: 'I vant to fuck your ass...'

Tiffany: (No hesitation whatsoever) 'Do it! Fuck my tight fucking asshole! Just go slow at first...'

Fillyp: 'Oh fuck, baby... I cannot believe these!'

(Tiffany moans louder than ever, followed by the prime minister also moaning loudly. Slight pause. Then the sound of farting as the prime minister's cock evidently displaces air pockets up Tiffany's asshole. Moaning. Farting. Flesh slapping flesh. Bed creaking wildly.)

...

'Holy fucking balls!!' Sheila whispered to herself breathily, horny as all fuck by then. Her clit was completely engorged; she'd just cum! And her pussy was utterly soaked, along with her thong and the chair she'd been sitting in. The little vibrator just wasn't gonna cut it at this point. She looked around the room frantically, and quickly raced to retrieve an aerosol bottle of hairspray and a bottle of shampoo from her case and the bathroom respectively. She slathered them in the baby oil she kept for her skin, peeled her pussy-juice soaked thong down over her shapely firm ass, down her long slender legs and off over her tiny feet, sat back down on the chair, spread her legs wide open, shoved the four-inches-in-diameter oiled-up shampoo bottle about twelve inches up her cunt, and the two-inches-in-diameter oiled hairspray bottle about the same depth (a foot) up her asshole, put the earphones back on and continued to transcribe what she heard, nearing an almost unbearable orgasmic ecstasy.

(The prime minister and the American girl moan and fuck wildly. Indescribably beautiful sounds of wet flesh rapidly slapping together, moans of ecstasy, Fillyp's cock obviously drilling Tiffany's tightest fuck-hole deep, up to his sweaty balls!) Sheila wrote. She reached down with her left hand and jerked her big makeshift dildoes in and out of her nearly cumming, ridiculously tightly stretched holes, as she wrote the transcript for MI7 with her right. 

(The stank of pussy and ass certainly heavy in the air as he fucks her hard up the fucking arse!)

Tiffany: (Literally wailing) 'I'm fucking cumming!!!'

Fillyp: 'O Bozhe!!' she transcribed in English-character Russian, 'I cum too!'

Sheila then came so violently she nearly fell off the chair, her ass spasmed wildly round its tight invader, her cunt likewise round its, and gushed madly all over the chair and onto the floor. She had to bite her finger to keep from wailing herself and waking everybody up. Her whole torso heaved repeatedly as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her helpless petite frame, her eyes seeing sunspots she was cumming so damn hard, and she pissed all over herself.

After several minutes she collected her quivering self, and weakly continued her duty, the bottles still up her holes:

Tiffany: 'Cum in my mouth, lover!!! I wanna swallow your fucking cum!!'

(The sound of a fart; presumably Fillyp's cock exiting Tiffany's stretched-out asshole, and some shuffling sounds.)

Tiffany: (Moaning, as she were sticking her tongue out of her mouth) 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'

Fillyp: (Groaning) 'Ooh! Fack! Suck my cock! Yes, suck it all down! Oh, shit baby! I cum! Oh, I cum I cum I cum!' (The sounds of Tiffany's mouth certainly wrapped around and sucking Fillyp's ejaculating penis...) 

(Slight pause. Much heavy breathing. Followed by much sighing, some shuffling, kissing and giggling noises.)

Tiffany: 'I'm sorry to have to do this, Fillyp.'

Fillyp: 'W-What are you doing!? What's this all about?? You used me!!'

Sheila, slightly shocked, continued to transcribe the recording.

Tiffany: 'Sometimes a bitch has to get it where she can in this line of work, doesn't she? Please: don't tell me you'd rather I hadn't!'

Fillyp: 'N-No!!'

(Muffled pop, as in a gunshot with a silencer. Loud thud, as if a body had just fallen to the floor.)

Tiffany: (Nearly inaudible brief radio static preceding her speech) 'FBI Headquarters? This is agent 9, aka Tiffany Johnson. Mission accomplished; I repeat: mission accomplished.'

(Some more barely audible radio static, as in a remote transceiver. Quiet sounds. Door opening and closing.)

'Huh.' Sheila said quietly to herself. She'd seen stranger things before.

...

She then proceeded to gently extricate her improvised dildoes from up her still super-sensitized-from-having-just-cum-super-fucking-hard holes and clean things up. She took her pencil and crossed out all unnecessary adjectives and so on in her transcript before radioing it in to MI7 headquarters.

...

Next door unbeknownst to Hurtz, Sergei Asimov, a KGB agent, had just cum all over himself whilst peering into his computer screen which showed the streaming video from the hidden mic and cam he'd placed above Sheila's desk the previous afternoon. He'd been under orders to keep her under surveillance at all times.

What a tangled web we- oh fuck it. : P



A Tangled Web



CHAPTER 1

A beautiful young wife misses her husband

Thirty one year old Charla Sedona was awakened from another dream, as she reached for her husband in the dark she realized he wasn't there. Sitting up in bed she turned on the lamp and collected her thoughts, another dream just like before. Awake now she looked at the picture by the lamp, it was from last summer in Hawaii, she and her husband on vacation. 

It's been a year and three months since the plane crash that took Tim's life. Charla was still waking up at night hoping to find him lying next to her, that the whole thing was just a bad dream. Maybe if they had at least been able to recover his remains she would be able to let him go. Instead his funeral service contained an empty casket and she had held on to some hope that it was all a mistake. That somehow Tim was not on that flight.

Charla picked up her watch and looked at the time; it was six o'clock in the morning. She got up from bed and walked across the large bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, after selecting some clothes from her wardrobe she stood in front of the full length mirror. 

She picked up her hairbrush from the vanity and began brushing her shoulder length brown hair. A beautiful young woman of medium height she stands at 5'-7" with long slender legs that join at her small but nicely rounded rear end. Her 34 D-cup breasts stand predominately in contrast to her slender waist.

Still wearing her white silk pajamas she left her bedroom and headed towards the stairway. Reaching the bottom of the stairs she could see the door to her teenage son's room slightly open. 

He wasn't actually her son, biologically anyway. Alex is Tim's son from his first marriage, but she and the boy were very close. Charla had attended all of his important events as he was growing up and tried to make up for his father not being there for him. 

It really wasn't Tim's fault; he had wished he could spend more time with the boy. As the owner of a large construction company he was busy twenty four seven. He worked hard and had become very successful but at a price, and that price eventually turned out to be his life.

When Charla looked in on Alex, he was lying nude on his bed. The bed sheet was covering one of his legs and his genital area, barely. 

Quietly she closed his bedroom door before going into the kitchen and starting the coffee maker. A few minutes later she stepped out onto the large back patio with a cup of coffee, she sat down at a table by the swimming pool. The cool early morning breeze blowing through her thin silk pajamas gave her a slight chill. She sipped on her coffee and thought about how she and Tim had met.

She was only nineteen years old when she accepted the position at Sadona Construction, basically just running errands. The company was much smaller back then and the work was always fun for her. Sometimes the men would intentionally forget something at the shop so they could have her bring it out to the job site. Then they would do their best to keep her there, one time hiding the keys to the company truck.

Tim Sedona was a tall good looking man and Charla found herself attracted to him from the first time she met him. He was quite a bit older than her at the age of thirty four and even though he occasionally teased and flirted with her he was very committed to his marriage. 

Charla had gotten to know Tim's wife, Alison, from seeing her at the office and occasionally at their home. One Time Alison had held her up from getting back for an extra hour while talking her into babysitting six year old Alex. 

When she returned to the shop that day and tried to explain why it took her so long Tim just laughed. He would tell her, "Alison really thinks a lot of you, and when she likes someone its hard to get away, she can really do some talking."

It wasn't long after that when Alison became ill and ended up in the hospital for an extended period of time. Often, she watched over Alex while Tim spent most of his time at work or at the hospital. 

Charla was dating a law student at the time but was always willing to break a date if Tim needed her. Then things became worst for Alison and an emergency surgery couldn't save her. Tim kind of buried himself in his work and Charla's job changed from running company errands to helping with young Alex. Often she would be responsible for taking him to school and other activities, along with helping to take care of household duties. 

Charla stood up, crossed the patio, and returned to the kitchen where she refilled her coffee cup. Leaving it on the counter she walked through the hallway and into the living room to find a cigarette. Tim didn't like for her to smoke so she didn't indulge in it very often, but recently she found herself lighting up more often. She found an almost empty pack setting on the coffee table and returned to the kitchen.

After retrieving her coffee cup and a book of matches she stepped back out onto the patio, her hand was slightly shaking as she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. As the smoke filled her lungs she felt a little light headed for a second, Charla exhaled the smoke and took a drink from her cup.

Alex had just graduated from high school a week ago and was now trying to decide on a college. He had scholarship offers from schools all over the country and was free to go anywhere he desired. His father had left him and Charla very well off. As the majority owner of Sedona Construction, Alex had a planned future. 

There is however one stipulation, he needs an advanced college degree in construction and engineering with an emphasis in business. He also needed to learn the business from the ground up. Until that time comes, Charla, along with the board of directors, were in complete control of the company and its finances.

Alex got up from bed and picked up his pajama bottoms from where they were lying on the floor. He pulled them up over his legs and tied the draw strings in front. He then wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out carton of orange juice. As he filled the glass he looked outside through the window and noticed Charla sitting at the table. He had always been infatuated with her, ever since she used to watch him when he was little. Now at eighteen years of age he fantasized about her in ways that she would never have expected.

Charla heard the patio door; she used her hand to shield her eyes from the low morning sun as Alex stepped outside. Images of Tim flashed through her mind as the tall attractive young man walked towards her. The shadows from the morning sun highlighted his lean muscular build; his dark tan was accentuated by the contrast of his lighter colored pajama bottoms.

Charla greeted him, "Good morning Alex, you're up early."

"I heard you moving around and thought I better get up," Alex replied. He sat down at the table, took a drink from his glass and said, "Mom? What would you think if I took a year off before I start back to school?"

Charla looked at him kind of funny and said, "I thought you were really looking forward to getting started?"

Alex replied, "I was just thinking maybe I should stay around and watch over you for a while, you know, with Dad gone and all."

Charla looked down at her empty coffee cup, a tear started down her cheek which she brushed away with her hand. She looked up at Alex and smiled, in some ways he made her feel like Tim was still with her. 

Glancing briefly at his bare chest she thought about all of the athletics he was active in through school. Always the fastest swimmer on his team, he took state three years in a row. Charla enjoyed the swim meets and was an avid supporter. She had been encouraging him to accept one of the scholarships offers so he could continue. 

"I'm going to be just fine Alex, and you know I was really looking forward to you being on the swim team at one of the colleges this year."

Alex replied, "I know Mom, I just haven't really made up my mind where I want to go yet."

Charla asked, "Have you heard anything back from the recruiters from this school? It seems to me that you and Jenny planned to meet up there this year."

"I'm not so sure I still want to go there, I want to check out my options," Alex answered. "I guess I never told you this... Jenny has a boyfriend she met there last year. I haven't talked to her in months."

Jenny is the oldest of the Kucera girls living in the house next door; a year ahead of Alex, she graduated from high school last year. Jenny and Alex spent a lot of time together growing up and had been dating for the last three years. He would never let on that their relationship was anything serious. Alex never had a problem with the girls; they seem to come out of the woodwork trying to get his attention. Still, Charla always thought that he and Jenny would go to college together and maybe become serious at some point. 

"Really, I can hardly believe that," Charla replied. "All she ever talked about was how she couldn't wait for you to meet up with her at the school."

"It's no big deal Mom... it's not like we we're promised to each other. Her sister Julie said she's coming home for a week after spring break in Cancun. I'm sure she'll be over for a visit."

Charla got up from her chair and placed her hand on his shoulder, "You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think you are. If she is seeing someone else at the college just remember... whatever happens sometimes it turns out for the best. Look, I'm going to go take a bath and get dressed honey, you should go put on some clothes too." 

"I will, but I think I'll go for a swim first," Alex replied.

"I'll be back in a bit," Charla said as she excused herself and walked towards the house.

Alex had taken the bedroom at the bottom of the stairway a couple of months ago. It's the smallest bedroom in the house and the only one without a bathroom. Charla had wondered why he wanted the room; it would be more suitable as a den. Alex had always been very protective over her. With Tim gone now, she figured he took the room so he could protect her, he was her guard at the bottom of the staircase.

Charla closed the door after entering her room; she walked over to the window and looked out at the pool. She could see Alex had gone into the control room and the pool cover beginning to open. She walked over to the bathroom and turned the faucet to fill the large Jacuzzi tub. She unfastened the buttons down the front of her pajama top as she walked back through the bedroom. Looking out the window again she didn't see Alex, he was out of her range of vision. She thought maybe he had gone in to change into his swim trunks.

As Charla soaked and relaxed in the Jacuzzi her thoughts drifted back to an earlier time. She had broken it off with her law student boyfriend so she would be free to take care of Alex. At times she stayed at the house while Tim was away on business; it was nice to get out of her apartment. 

She enjoyed the pool and other luxuries that the residence had to offer. The property, located close to a steep cliff off the side of the mountain, allowed for a spectacular view. She found that sitting on the patio at night was very relaxing and peaceful; she would stay out for hours looking at the lights of the city below. 

Charla leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes as she began to relive that night ten from years ago. She had celebrated her twenty first birthday and Tim had thrown her a surprise birthday party. This was to be the night that she had planned on telling Tim that she had fallen in love with him. 

As circumstances would have it, and before she could get him alone to talk, he told her that he had to leave for two weeks on business. She had agreed to stay at the house and take care of things while he was away.

Two weeks later Tim had caught an early flight and arrived home late that night. Alex was in bed sleeping and she was in the large family room watching a movie. Not expecting Tim until the next day she was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa wearing only a loose tank top and her underpants. She remembered being embarrassed and apologizing when Tim entered the room unexpectedly. 

He had just laughed and said, "No don't apologize, You know to be at home here, just pretend that I'm not even here while I fix myself a drink."

Charla got up and walked to the guest room where she had been keeping her clothes and some of her things. She could sense his eyes watching her, taking in every movement of her sexy young body as she walked away from him. In the bedroom she put on a pair of worn out cut off jeans that she had been wearing earlier in the day. Even though they were cut very short at least she wouldn't be sitting around in her underwear. 

Upon her return she resumed sitting on floor and watching the movie. Tim soon stretched out on the floor next to her with his drink. He couldn't help steeling glances at her smooth golden tanned legs. Charla was aware of this and as she bent one knee and ran her hand enticingly over her thigh.

After taking a drink from his glass Tim rolled over so he was lying on his back and asked, "Did you have any problems with Alex or anything?"

"No, everything was fine Tim. I took him to the beach this morning; I guess I wore him out today. So... how was your trip? Oh, are you hungry? I could fix you something to eat."

"No thanks I'm fine, just a little jet lag," Tim replied. "I feel a little stiff from sitting in the plane." 

Charla took a pillow from the sofa and climbed on top of his stomach, "Poor baby, here let me make you more comfy." Although the teasing and playing wasn't unusual, there was also an undeniable physical attraction between the two of them. However, in all this time, neither had ever let it be known to the other.

After pausing for a moment and squinting her eyes she said, "Did you meet any pretty girls in Ohio?"

Tim laughed and replied, "Oh yeah, hey I had this hot looking maid that came into my room one morning when I was in the shower and...."

Charla pressed the pillow into his face as if to suffocate him while Tim began to tickle her sides. They were both laughing while he let her think she was winning some kind of wrestling match.

"Okay okay, I give," Tim laughed. "I was just kidding. Hey... there aren't any girls in Ohio as pretty as you, seriously, if I was ten years younger."

Charla was still sitting on his stomach, Tim noticed she had stopped laughing and had a serious look on her face. She leaned forward putting the sofa pillow under his head allowing him to glance down her top as she did.

Charla placed her hands on his chest and said, "You don't need to be ten years younger Tim." 

She began to massage his masculine chest and shoulders giving him another chance to look down her loose fitting top. He watched as the shoulder strap fell off her shoulder dropping the top even lower and exposing a good portion of her bare breast. "I have a confession to make Tim. I didn't sleep in the guest room while you were gone."

Leaning forward she kissed him lightly on his lips and continued, "I slept in your room every night you were away. I kept hoping you would come home early and find me in your bed, what do you think about that?"



A Tangled Web



All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

*****

Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its thing. After the onion has softened a bit she sprinkles in smoked paprika, salt and a little flour, and tosses it again. Minced garlic, a spoon of grainy mustard, a splash of dry French Vermouth, a little water. She tucks in two thick pork chops that she browned a few minutes before and puts on the cover to finish them. Brown rice with coconut oil and steamed asparagus rounds out the dinner plates. A fruity Beaujolais fills the glasses.

"Delicious honey," her husband Derek says. "You're too good to me."

Yes, Margo thought, I am too good to you. The least you could do is fuck me once in a while. The thought brought a sad little smile to her face. 'Fuck' wasn't a word she used to use, under any circumstances, but lately it had crept into her vocabulary. She hadn't said it out loud yet, but whenever she said it to herself it made her smile a little.

Fuck, pussy, cock, tits. Even a well used word like ass for goodness sake. They had never been uttered by Margo in all her forty years. She was a 'good girl', and now a 'good wife', but recently, in the last six months or so, she'd reached a tipping point. 

In the mirror, day after day, her reflection looked back at her with an emotionless expression, showing the passage of time. First thing in the morning, when it all was most on display, she was grateful for blurry eyes. Anyone other than Margo — a man for instance — would see it very differently. Yoga and long walks had kept her fit, and her face was radiant with middle-age beauty, the type of beauty most young girls hope they'll grow into but don't achieve. Lovely eyes and a mischievous smile that curls up at the corners, soft strawberry blonde hair that looks just right with a bit of grey streaking through it, and smooth cleavage, on display, at least a little bit, every day.

Derek carved off a piece of pork and put it in his mouth, watching the news on a TV at the far end of the room as he chewed. Margo watched him as the little smile from the 'why don't you fuck me' thought faded from her face. She'd grown tired of wondering why the spark had left their marriage. Tired of thinking about it. Just tired.

In bed that night, in her old t-shirt and loose-fitting cotton yoga pants, she lay awake with a pulpy romance novel as Derek drifted off to sleep. It had cooled enough to have the windows open, the nighttime silence giving her imagination free-reign with the words on the page. The chapter she was reading was just getting to the good stuff — the sex scene with the gardener she was hoping for. Then she heard it. Outside her window, across the darkness, the next-door neighbors where making love.

They were an average-looking young couple, in their late twenties, trying to have a baby. Margo had heard the sounds a few times before, usually at night but once during the day. She'd wondered if she should tell them — that they could be heard when their window was open — but it seemed too awkward a conversation to have, so she let it be. The sounds always stirred mixed feelings in Margo. Disappointment, sadness, excitement and desire, all mixed together in a strange way. She wasn't sure if Derek had ever heard them. Ten years Margo's senior, she wondered if the sounds would stir anything in him, or if his sex-drive was simply gone, washed away with the years.

On that particular night Marybeth and Billy — that's the young couple next-door — were having a particularly good time with their baby-making. Moaning exclamations drifted on the summer night air, so lovely and pure. Young love in all its carnal glory. Margo closed her eyes and listened deeply, imagining Billy's cock deep in her own pussy, moving slow and deep, the way she'd seen young porn men fuck older women in flickering images on her computer screen. Her hand slipped inside her old yoga pants, her middle finger touching her clit ever so gently. A warm heat overtook her, but she knew she had to stop. Stop touching herself and stop listening. No good would come of either, not there, not in bed with her sleeping husband. Read the book Margo, she told herself. It's all you get these days.

———————

"I probably shouldn't be blabbing about this, but Christie's having an affair." 

Margo was having coffee and half a pastry with her friend Joan at a cafe down the road from the yoga studio. "You're not gonna believe who the guy is," Joan added.

"Joanie! Oh my God, you shouldn't be telling me this!"

"I know, but it's so juicy, isn't it?" Joan said, her eyes wide and smiling. "It's Matt, the cute guy that works at the Quick-Fill at Ander's Corners."

"You're joking!" Margo said. "She's old enough to be his mother!"

"I know!" Joan exclaimed. "Can you imagine?"

Margo could imagine, and she wasn't alone. Most of the women who went in that Quick-Fill could imagine.

"How do you know? Does everybody know?" Margo said.

"Just you and me, and anybody else Christie blabs to. I was surprised she told me, but I could tell she's proud of it and wanted someone to know."

"Wow!" Margo said quietly.

"She said things have been dried up at home," Joan said. "I can sympathize."

"You and Jim? Really?" Margo said.

"Well, not really dry, but...I guess I'm not as attractive as I used to be," Joan said sadly.

"Wow, what's going on with us all?" Margo asked. "Is this just how it is when you hit forty? I never imagined it like this."

"So, you and Derek?"

"Not good," Margo said, looking down at the crumbs on the plate.

Margo thought about telling Joan how listening to her neighbors made her feel, but didn't want to get deep into the personal. Joan was a good friend, but sexual conversations had been few and far between with her.

"I wish you hadn't told me, about Christie I mean," Margo said. "Now I've gotta pretend I don't know when I see her at church."

"Are you kidding? You've got the best poker face I've ever seen. You could bang half the town and keep it a secret probably."

"Joanie! That's..."

"Exciting to think about?" Joan said. "You don't have to tell me honey. We'd all love a little somethin' on the side. The kids these days got it made with their friends with benefits thing. That's what we need, friends with benefits. Just don't tell anybody. Well, nobody like me anyway," Joan laughed.

———————

Sunday morning was warm and humid. All the windows in the church were open. Reverend Blake's sermon was about open windows, letting the world into our lives, sharing in our neighbor's trials, tribulations, joys and triumphs. Margo mind went right were it shouldn't when you're at church, to Marybeth's moaning and muffled screams of ecstasy, and the dull thump of her bed hitting the wall as Billy pounded her young pussy with his young cock. They were sitting right there, just three pews in front of Margo. She wondered if Billy gathered up Marybeth's long hair and held it tight while he fucked her from behind, the way the porn men sometimes do.

"Lovely sermon Reverend," Margo said when she and Derek shook his hand on the steps on the way out.

Her mind was still in a bit of a fog when she saw Christie and her husband heading their way.

"Hi you two!" Christie said with a big smile.

"You look happy," Margo said with a smirk. "Did you win the lottery or something?"

"I think she did and she's keeping the money for herself," Christie's husband Rob said.

"Ooo! A secret life! I like the sounds of that!" Christie smiled, and she winked at Margo.

A wink? Does she know I know, Margo wondered?

In the parking lot Margo and Derek said hello to Winnie and Bob Stein. They had been at the house for one of Margo's holiday parties a while back, a quiet brother and sister who didn't mingle much that night. They lived together, Rob moving into Winnie's house two years ago after returning from a failed business venture out West. There had been some tongue waging at first about the cohabitation, but as everyone got to know Rob that had died down.

On the way home Derek pulled the car into the Quick-Fill for some gas. Margo offered to go in and pay, saying she needed a quart of milk. Matt was working. Margo moved slow, lingering at the refrigerator where the milk was, gazing at Matt as he dealt with customers, his smile effortless and natural. She walked slowly to the counter.

"How's it goin'?" Matt said. The fact that he recognized her made Margo's heart race. "Just the milk today?"

"Yeah," Margo said, fumbling in her wallet. "Oh! No! Gas...I need fifty on pump three. Sorry."

"Hey, that's cool. My mind goes other places too sometimes," Matt said, glancing at the way Margo's ample tits filled out her church dress. Margo caught him looking and lost her barely-there composure.

"How, um...much is the...milk?"

"Fifty-two ninety-five all together," Matt smiled.

"Oh...yeah...gas," she said, fumbling in her wallet some more.

"Thank you. I hope you come again soon," Matt said, his eyes twinkling.

I shouldn't have gone in there, Margo thought to herself as she walked out. He knows I know. Come again soon? Was he really making a sexual reference? Oh my God, I think he was...

The ride home was silent. Margo's mind spun out of control — Billy pulling her hair from behind as her tits swung under her; Christie getting fucked hard by a boy less than half her age; Bob Stein's cock, big and swollen in her hand; Matt making her 'come again', and again, and again.

"You need to get this air-conditioning fixed," she said as she pulled on the front of her church dress, pumping fresh air into it. She unbuttoned it a nearly obscene amount and pulled up the hem. Derek didn't even notice.

———————

"Joanie told me she told you," Christie said quietly.

She had snuck up behind Margo at the supermarket, and looked like she was about to explode with pent-up excitement.

"You don't want to talk about it here do you?" Margo said. "There's lots of ears in this place."

"Oh. Yeah," Christie said, looking around at the other customers. "Meet me at the schoolyard after you put your groceries away. I'm dying to talk about it."

Margo pulled up beside the school a half-hour later. Christie was swaying gently on a swing with the sounds of playing children in the distance. It seemed like an odd place to talk about an affair, but the young man in question wasn't much more than a boy, so maybe it was appropriate.

"I hope you don't mind me knowing about this," Margo said as she walked up. "I didn't pry or anything like that."

"No, it's fine," Christie said as Margo sat on the swing next to her. "I know I've totally lost my mind and all, but oh my God, it's so worth it. I feel like I've been born again. It's better than any Christian shit, I'll tell you that," she laughed.

"So how did it start? It seems unbelievable. He's so young."

"I sorta went out of control with the flirting. It built up slow, but when it got to a certain point I was doing things I wouldn't ever have dreamed I'd do. I went in there one day in tight pants with a little lingerie top on under a nice blazer. It's totally x-rated. A bedroom only kinda thing. I browsed around waiting for the other customer to leave. Matt was smiling a little, he knew I wanted to flirt some more. I took the blazer off, hooked it over my shoulder on my thumb and walked over to him. This little lingerie thing, it's like sheer to the max, like a little wisp of chiffon. My titties were bouncing as I walked, my nips were pointing right at him. My hormones were just screaming, and I said, "Would you like to fuck me Matt, 'cause I'd like to fuck you." It was like another person inside of me talking."

"Christie! Oh my God, what if somebody'd walked in?"

"I know! I was totally out of control. But let me tell you, the sex...oh my God! I've never...I mean I can't even..."

"Wow," Margo said quietly. "That good huh?"

"Oh my God!" Christie said, rolling her eyes. 

"What about your marriage Christie? What happens when Rob finds out?"

"You know what, we've been together a long time, but I've learned sex is important to me. You only live once, and I don't want to blow the majority of my life with a lousy sex life. Rob's just not interested in me in that way any more. Hasn't been for a long time."

"I know honey. You're not alone. Me and Joanie, well, at least me, I'm in the same boat. Joanie says she is too. I guess I have to believe her, but seeing her and Jim together, I never would have guessed it. What is it with our men? Is it us? Are we doing something wrong?"

"Sometimes it's just time for a change I think," Christie said. "This whole monogamy thing, it's so over-rated. Unless you're content with boredom. I mean, unless you're trying to make a baby, sex is a recreational activity. Why should it be any different than playing golf?"

"What about love Christie? What if you fall in love with a guy that's half your age?"

"I don't fall in love with my golf partners. I could just as easily though. It's no different with casual sex. The way that boy fucks me though, oh my God, there's nothing casual about that!" Christie laughed. "I bet he'd be into a three-way. You want to try him out?"

"Christie! Oh my God! You've gone off the deep end!"

"Deep is right," Christie said, her body shaking in a big, theatrical tremble.

"Oh my God," Margo said. She smiled and shook her head. Her friend had well and truly lost it.

———————

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"Oh, hi Bob," Margo said. "I'm trying to find windshield wipers to fit my car. Guess they don't pay much attention to women in these stores."

"Well I certainly would if I worked here," Bob winked. "How may I be of service Ma'am?"

"First of all, never call a woman my age ma'am," Margo said with a smirk. 

"Oh, sorry. I should know things like that after living with Winnie."

"How are things going? You getting used to being back in town?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's definitely quieter here. Or maybe it's just my sister's lifestyle. I'll get back on my feet eventually."

"Yeah, Winnie's not exactly a party-girl, is she. A lot of us seem to be be going that route."

"You mean Trentburg doesn't have a wild, dark side? Or we just haven't found it yet maybe. So...how big a one are you looking for?" Bob asked, his eyes twinkling.

Margo could feel the blood drain from her face, and just as quickly it flushed red. "Oh...I'm not sure."

"We can go outside and measure it," Bob said. His face was straight, but there was definitely something in his eyes. Margo hadn't seen a man with that twinkle in quite a while.

"Yeah, I'm...right out front."

They walked out and Bob removed her blades and brought them in. The clerk saw them and went over to help.

"I'm gonna grab some antifreeze," Bob said. "If you'd like I can help you install those after we check out."

"Thanks Bob," Margo said.

Driving home Margo couldn't get her mind off Bob. He was three years younger, if she remembered right, so she really didn't know him back in their school days. Winnie was a year younger than her. Margo knew her back then from a spelling bee competition they both traveled to. Some of the other girls on the trip were getting into trouble, meeting up with boys, but she and Winnie were 'good girls' and spent some time together. There was one time after that, at a pool party in Winnie's parent's back yard, that she remembered seeing Bob. He was a boy of about fourteen at that time, shirtless, shooting baskets in the driveway in gym shorts that had shrunk up way too much. Margo remembered giggling with the other girls because they knew Bob was checking them out, trying to make himself known to the newly blossomed young women.

Margo pulled into the Quick-fill. Suddenly she didn't mind so much that her big SUV was a gas-guzzler.

"Hi Matt, how's it going today?" she said, breaking new ground with a casual conversation.

"Not too bad Mrs..."

"Margo."

"Mrs...Margo?"

"Just Margo," she smiled. "Forty on pump three today."

"You got it," Matt smiled. "Have a great day."

"You too Matt," Margo said.

———————

A week of quiet nights with Derek drifted by. Margo had made it a point to look good in the evenings, forgoing her loose 'comfort' clothes for some tighter yoga outfits that showed off the nice body she worked so hard on. Even with an extra glass of wine at dinner, and a kiss with some heat in it before bed, there was no response from Derek. "I'm tired dear. Big day tomorrow," was one of his most used lines.

One of those frustrating nights coincided with Marybeth and Billy's baby-making adventures. It was another wonderful summer night, perfect for open window sleeping. Derek was snoring quietly when Margo heard a tell-tale moan. She put her book down and got out of bed, the quietly ecstatic sounds pulling her like a magnet. She walked through the house in the dark, into the living room and out onto the back porch. The young lovers were only thirty feet away. A dim light was on in their bedroom. Margo could make out some movement through the lacy curtains, but not enough to really see what was going on. Margo settled herself on an upholstered lounge chair and her hand slipped into her yoga pants. She let herself go, eyes closed, her mind drifting away on the beautiful sounds, Marybeth and Billy both moaning, flesh slapping into flesh. Margo came in a wave of intense heat. The cool of the summer night lowered her back to earth.

———————

"Hey good looking. How's life treating you?"

The words, honey-soaked with a soft Latin accent, reached Margo's ears as two strong arms encircled her from behind. A soft kiss on her neck finished things off with an exclamation point.

"Hector!" Margo cooed. "You could get me in big trouble!"

"Wouldn't that be fun," Hector breathed into Margo's ear. "Derek wouldn't mind, would he?"

Hector and Derek worked together. Accounting and payroll at a plastics manufacturer in town. Hector, a tall, dark Puerto Rican, had been to a few cocktail parties at Margo's house, the last one a few years back, before her life had become so painfully boring.

"Let me look at you," Margo said, loosing herself from Hector's arms as she spun around. "Mmm!" she said. "Who's the lucky girl who snapped you up."

"Ha! I'm beginning to think you're the only one who thinks they'd be lucky with me. No, nothing much happening on that front I'm afraid, since Nina."

"Well the women in this town are crazy, I'll tell you that," Margo said. "What are you doing, playing hooky from work?"

"No, had an appointment earlier and thought I'd stop in to look for a birthday present to send home to my mother. I could use a woman's eye to help me pick something, if you have the time."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, something a stylish seventy-year-old would wear. She loves clothes from America."

Margo picked the perfect outfit, working slowly, enjoying Hector's company and the delicious cologne he was wearing.

"I don't know if I've ever seen a man wear a suit as well as you do," Margo said, emboldened by Hector's easy-going ways.

"Why thank you my dear. I could compliment many things about you right now, but I'm afraid all of them would be dirty," Hector winked.

Margo floated home, feeling like a real woman for a change.

———————

All the sex talk with her girlfriends and the flirting with Bob and Matt and Hector had left Margo horny and frustrated, so she decided to make a romantic dinner for Derek Friday evening. White bean and black olive crostini; grilled scallops with tequila butter; wild rice with shallots and fresh herbs, and a lemon soufflé with champagne. Candlelight and two different wines added to the warmth in the cozy dinning room. Margo dressed casual but sexy, her lovely cleavage and hourglass figure on full display in her little cotton dress.




A Tangled Web



It was all for naught. Derek said he had a 'bad day at work', was silent for most of the meal, and fell asleep on the couch fifteen minutes after finishing his desert. Margo left him there, went out to the porch, and cried silently while she listened to Marybeth and Billy make love.

———————

"Have you talked to Christie lately," Margo asked Joan. They were sitting beside Joan's pool, sipping gin and tonics.

"No. But I saw Matt yesterday," Joan said with a little smirk.

"Oh my God, are we all terrorizing that poor child?" Margo said.

"In the first place, he's not a child. And what do you mean "we"?" Joan said. "Don't tell me you're eyeing that too?"

"Hey, there's no crime in looking," Margo said, twirling her drink on the glass table. "Men don't seem to have any qualms about looking, why should we?"

"That's right honey, fill your eyes with that man meat. Matt sure doesn't seem to mind."

"So what do you think about it all?" Margo asked. "Have you ever really seriously considered it?"

"Matt? No, he's too young for me honey," Joan said. "Good fantasy material though."

"No, not Matt, just...you know...having a fling," Margo said.

"I've known a few women who have. It does make you think. Yeah, I mean, it's crossed my mind. You?"

"Yeah. Just lately. I'm surprised by it. The feelings I mean," Margo said.

"Well, you're not alone honey, if that makes you feel any better," Joan said. "I've known women who just get it out of their system, and then get back to normal at home. Men have been doing that for centuries. Wives used to be taught to look the other way."

"Yeah. I mean it's not really that easy though, is it?" Margo said.

"You mean taking the plunge? I don't know, doesn't seem that hard to me. I bet there's a whole lot more of it going on than either of us realize. I bet there's four or five affairs just in our little church alone."

"You think?" Margo said, looking surprised. "I don't think I'm the type for a real affair though."

"Yeah, that gets complicated. Friends with benefits, that's what we need," Joan laughed.

"We could put ads in the church newsletter. Married white female seeks friend with benefits," Margo laughed. "Must be discrete and have a big one."

"Ha!" Joan laughed. "Perfect! Think of the shockwaves when that landed in everybody's mailbox!"

"Wow," Margo said quietly, twirling her glass again. She looked serious as she watched her fingers work, the tall glass spinning smoothly in a puddle of condensation. Joan looked at her old friend silently, wondering where Margo's mind was.

———————

"Hi Bob. Looks like we're both stag today," Margo said as she walked to her car in the church parking lot after the Sunday service.

"Hi Margo. Yeah, Winnie's on a wine tasting weekend with an old college friend," Bob said. "It's the most excitement she's had in years. She asked me to bring you the cake pan that she borrowed, but it completely slipped my mind. Can I drop it by later?"

"Oh, I forgot all about that. Why don't I just get it now, it'll save you the trip. You're just two blocks away."

Margo followed Bob home, pulling up in front of the little Cape Cod style house. They walked in through the garage.

"What's this, a new a project of yours?" she asked as she eyed a small camping trailer up on jacks with the wheels off.

"Yeah, I had one out West," Bob said. "You don't see many of these little teardrops here so when I saw this one I bought it. Needed a little work, but it's just about ready."

Margo stuck her head in the little door and felt the mattress, which took up the whole floor of the tiny trailer.

"Plenty of room to sleep," Bob said, "and the cooking area's out here." He lifted the rear tailgate revealing a counter, some cupboards, a small sink and a built-in cooler.

"I love it!" Margo said. "So cute! I've never seen anything like it."

"They have quite a following on the West Coast and in the desert. Do you and Derek do any camping?"

"No, Derek wouldn't like it much I'm afraid. I haven't been since I was a teenager. I used to love it."

If Margo were single, Bob thought, but he quickly put the thought out of his mind.

"Let me get you that pan," he said.

He walked in through the kitchen door and Margo followed him up the three steps, admiring his nice ass in his church slacks. Then she saw the back garden out the window.

"Wow! Winnie's been busy!. Or is it you?"

"We both work at it," Bob said. "I took horticulture as a minor in college. Winnie had a good head-start on it when I came back, but yeah, we've spent a lot of time out there since my return. Come on out, I'll show you around," he said as he opened a sliding door.

They stepped out onto a cobblestone patio, past two padded lounge chairs nearly surrounded by Clematis vines laden with huge flowers. A path under a wrought iron archway guided the two of them past a mix of flowers and vegetables groaning under the weight of their fruit and blossoms.

"It's like a fairy land!" Margo said. "And the smell of those flowers! Bob, it's just beautiful!"

"I'm glad you like it," he said, suddenly struck by Margo's sensuality.

She bent to smell a flower and her cotton church dress pulled tight over her lovely ass, the material thin enough to show Bob a perfect outline of the small panties underneath. Yoga with Joan had kept Margo in marvelous shape, and Bob's heart-rate increased at the sight.

"That's Pin Cushion Flower, Scabiosa Fama White," Bob said.

"Vana White?"

"Ha!" Bob laughed. "No, Fama White. She's beautiful though, someone should name a flower after her. You too for that matter."

"Why Bob, what a sweet thing to say. Remind me why we never got together when we were kids?"

"Three years age difference. That's a big deal when you're young."

"I remember you, shooting baskets in your driveway. You were cute."

"Winnie's pool party. Boy, do I remember that! The pool at my own house, crawling with girls in bikinis! Best day of my young life!" Bob laughed. "And you, you were a year older than Winnie's other friends. Wow, did you ever fill out that bikini! I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about that day, uh, inappropriately, many times. It still pops in my head when I see you. Probably because you still look every bit as good."

"Why Bob Stein! You've made me blush," Margo said, fanning her neck with her hand. "It's warm isn't it?"

"Can I offer you a lemonade?" Bob asked.

"That sounds delicious. Lemonade in a flower garden after church. What could be more summery than that?"

Bob went in and squeezed two fresh lemons, mixing the juice with powdered sugar in a pitcher. He added water from the refrigerator and poured it over ice cubes in two tall glasses, hand blown orange and green ones from Winnie's collection.

"Thanks Bob," Margo said as Bob handed her a glass. She had taken up residence on one of the lounge chairs, her body reclined languidly in the warm shade of a big patio umbrella.

"It's just amazing how much privacy you have here," Margo said. "You'd never know there were any neighbors. Do you sunbath in the nude out here?"

Margo knew a line was being crossed to pure flirtation, and her heart skipped a beat at the excitement of it.

"With Winnie?" Bob laughed. "No, that would really get the neighborhood talking, wouldn't it?"

"It would!" Margo laughed. "Our neighborhood could use a little excitement."

"It could at that," Bob said with a twinkle in his eye. "So what's on your schedule this summer? Anything interesting planned?"

"No," Margo said. "Derek's not...can you keep a secret Bob? Derek's become a tiresome bore. If he had seen that camper of yours with a 'for sale' sign on it he wouldn't of even glanced at it. He doesn't pay attention to anything other than his work these days. Not even..."

Margo's voice trailed off wistfully and her gaze drifted out to a hummingbird, it's long beak going deep inside a tube-like pink flower, looking for the nectar inside. Bob followed her gaze and saw it too.

"I've often wondered if the flowers enjoy that, giving up their sweet nectar to something that needs it, something that appreciates it. It's beautiful, isn't it, how the most basic, fundamental parts of life can be so seductively beautiful, and taste so sweet."

Margo looked at Bob. She knew they were on the same wavelength, but what to do about it? If he were closer she would kiss him, but getting off her chair to move to his would be too deliberate. The first move, if it happened, needed to be more subtle, quick and without thought.

"Have you a girlfriend Bob?" Margo asked. "I'm guessing no, because the girls would all be talking about it."

"Would they now!" Bob said, looking surprised. "Does my quiet life provoke interest?"

"Sure!" Margo said. "Handsome single men are always a hot topic. You don't have to answer. I usually don't ask questions like that."

"No, that's all right. No girlfriend. It's not an easy thing to do when you live with your sister. But that's a poor excuse. All the attractive ones seem to be married. That's a poor excuse too, but it's unfortunately true, at least among my circle of friends. I don't know. I guess I should get out and hit the bars or something, but I feel like I'm too old for that."

"Oh you're not! In terms of attractiveness you're about the most eligible bachelor around here. You'd have no trouble in a pick-up bar, I'm sure of that. And younger women love guys that are a little older. I can picture you with a twenty-year-old on your arm."

"Well that's intriguing," Bob said, "but I really prefer women that are, slightly older than me. Always have I guess. It goes back to my teen years. An older sister's friends can really mold you a certain way, when puberty hits."

"I can see how those pool parties would be quite the thing for a boy your age."

"You have no idea. And I'm not kidding when I say you were the pinnacle. The absolute high-point of my pubescent lust."

"And your fully grown man lust? How does that go?"

"There are times," Bob said, barely able to breath, "when it rages."

"Bob, you're a quiet man," Margo said, looking deep into his eyes, her heart beating fast. "If you were to get involved with a woman from the neighborhood, like one of those new 'friends with benefits' arrangements, you'd be able to keep it private, not talk about it to anyone, right? You seem like a very trustworthy man."

"Margo, if we're talking about what I think we're talking about...and I really hope we are, you can trust me implicitly."

"You wouldn't think less of me Bob?"

"Ha! Are you kidding? You're my dream Margo. How can a person think less of a dream?"

Bob sat and waited. He didn't want to move in on her. Let her make the move, he thought, if she's ready. She was.

There, in the noonday sun, surrounded by flowers rich with bloom and hummingbirds probing for sweet nectar, Margo licked her own nectar off Bob's half-hard cock after he'd fucked her and she'd fucked him. He took her doggie-style first, a dream come true after half a lifetime fantasizing about her ass, and then she rode him like a wild, uninhibited outdoors girl, both of them completely naked, Bob flat on his back on the lounge as a flock of starlings landed in the tall Black Cherry tree, the din of a thousand chirps drowning out Margo's moans.

Bob's cock came back to life as she licked him clean, and Margo smiled.

"Again?" she asked, her eyes registering her happy surprise at the turn of events.

"Are you kidding?" Bob asked. "As long as you're here it'll be again, and again, and again..."

"Ohhhh," Margo moaned as she felt his hand slide down her back, his fingers slithering through the slippery crack of her ass.

"You're the sexiest woman alive," Bob said.

Margo got on her hands and knees on the lounge to give his fingers better access, and took his hardening cock as deep as she could in her mouth. She'd never felt a hand on her that way when she had a cock in her mouth, and it sent shudders through her. When Bob was good and hard he moved behind her, kissing the beads of sweat off the small of her back. The kisses moved through her ass cheeks and landed on her little pucker hole and the smooth skin separating it from her own flower, a lovely petaled pussy glistening with dew. Bob's tongue expertly massaged all Margo's tender parts, bringing her to the brink again, and then over the top for the third time that Sunday, her body taking over with a life all it's own, a life she didn't even know existed. Margo's thighs tightened and trembled, and then as her whole body spasmed they shook. Bob held her up as it happened, not wanting to loose contact with his tongue, not wanting the sweet taste of her cum to go away. Her muscles lost control and he lowered her down, limp, flat on the lounge, moaning. 

Her ass was to beautiful to resist, and his cock was steel shaft hard. Only one thing to do. He spread her legs a bit and moved on top of her. Margo couldn't quite believe it when she felt him enter. She raised her ass a bit to help and Bob's long cock slipped into her pussy.

"Oh God," Bob said quietly as he began to fuck her. "I must be dreaming. Please don't wake me up."

Bob kissed Margo's upper back and shoulders as he fucked her. Another orgasm rose up in her from the remnants of the last one, and this one was a doozy. Every thrust seemed to fuel it, and Margo floated away on the feeling, a never ending orgasm that lifted her up with the birds, soaring under the mid-day sun.

———————

Guilt. The crushing flip side of mind expanding orgasms. Newton's Third law says for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sir Isaac probably didn't have orgasms and guilt on his mind when he came up with that idea, but he was only forty-three at the time, so maybe he did. All Margo knew was the guilt was intense, and all she could do was hope it would pass. She'd been very clear to Bob that what they'd done wasn't the start of an affair. Friends with benefits was different in her mind, more casual. Occasional dalliances that would satisfy their lust without screwing up their lives. That was how she envisioned it anyway. Bob was okay with it. He was just happy to have her, even if it was just once in a while. Margo would be okay with it too once the guilt subsided. She was sure she would. Then she ran into Hector.

"How's the sexiest girl in Trentburg," Hector said, surprising her from behind with his embracing arms, just as he had done two weeks before.

"Hector!" Margo cooed. "Do all women melt when they hear that voice of yours, or is it just me."

"Just you my love," Hector said, his Puerto Rican accent dripping with honey again. He kissed her on the neck, released her from his embrace, and took her hand in his. "Please tell me you spoke to Derek and I can have you once a month. Think of it Margo, just you and me, hours of nothing else."

If Margo didn't know Hector as well she would have thought he was a mind reader, but it was just Hector being Hector. A Latin lover at heart, and a big heart at that.

"Hours, huh?" Margo said, and then she fanned herself. "Is it hot in here, or is it just you."

"Ha ha, sweet Margo!" Hector laughed. "If I didn't know better I'd say I had finally broke down your defenses."

"Not broken, but crumbling," Margo said with a smirk.

Hector could sense something different, and the smirk was a different one, not Margo's usual.

"Where do you live anyway?" Margo asked.

"Just a few blocks from here. The Fray Building, apartment six," Hector said, still unsure of what was happening.

"Are you on your way home? I need to talk to you about something," she said.

"Yes. It's a bachelor pad, not very clean at the moment."

"Yeah, that's fine," Margo said.

The conversation had been a bit of a blur to her, almost as if someone else was speaking, using her voice. Was she really going to Hector's apartment? She guessed she wouldn't know until she got in her car. One thing she knew was Hector's kiss on the neck had given her chills and felt like he had injected something into her blood. Mainline. The hard drug of lust.

Hector's apartment was a bit messy, so her discarded clothes looked right at home on his floor. None of that mattered a bit though when she saw how delicious her pale skin looked against Hector's light mocha brown. His cock was a darker brown ochre color, a shade as rich as the fertile earth itself. It was a fat one that filled her differently than any she'd felt, getting her off in a wildly primal way that thrilled her. Latin lovers. She'd heard about them, but wow, nothing prepares you for reality. Margo had never screamed during sex, but that day with Hector she let loose. Not quite 'call the cops there's a murder' screaming, but close, and it added to the animalistic vibe of the proceedings.

"Hectooor! You're gonna ruin meeee! Oh my Godddd!" she screamed as he pummeled her from behind, one of her shapely legs on the floor, the other up on the bed. Bob was good, but this, she thought, this was fucking!

The position she was in was new, with one leg up like that. It spread her open in a deeply sexual way, and it thrilled her. Hector had arranged her like that. He was a 'take charge' lover, a gently dominant man, moulding Margo's body just as he wanted it, talking her through every move as he went.

"Put your leg up," he had said, and he took firm hold of it and placed it just so, the palm of his hand gently massaging her open sexuality.

"Let me spread your pussy," he had said. "Oh yes, so beautiful. You want me to fuck your beautiful pussy?"

His dominance and the way he talked and the free and easy noises he made — it was the most intoxicating lovemaking session Margo had ever experienced. She loved being molded. She loved being taken.

Hector knew how to make a woman orgasm, yes, but he also had the skill to build those orgasms into more, to take a woman to the brink of insanity. At one point she was flat on her back with her knees up near her shoulders, a position made possible by the untold hours of yoga she had done. Hector had positioned her that way, praising her flexibility and the stunning femininity on display before moving his mouth in on her already well-fucked pussy, wide open and glistening. Soon his cock was drilling her, down-firing thrusts into her folded in half body, guttural screams emanating from the depths of her. Hector could barely contain himself, his vocalizations riding on short, choppy breaths, his fat cock burning as hot as the sun. They both came hard, nearly fused together forever by the searing heat.

It went on like that for hours. Neither one wanting to stop, knowing that what was happening was as good as it gets, and not knowing if it would ever happen again. Margo stumbled out of the Fray Building into the late afternoon sunlight, and drove home in a daze.

A long, hot shower transitioned her from blissful to guilt-ridden, but not before she'd explored every inch of herself, her hands and eyes seeing and feeling her body as never before. In just a weeks time she'd gone from feeling sexless to sexy. Way beyond that actually. As the hot water cascaded over her she felt like pure sex, as if a warm, primal energy had taken over every fiber of her being.

———————

Reverend Blake stood at the pulpit, his voice bellowing out over his flock. The Sunday sermon was on the spirituality of togetherness, the warmth of human kindness, the need for the warm touch of friendship.

Bob and his sister Winnie sat together a few rows in front of Margo. She was next to Derek, back in church after feeling under the weather the week before. Marybeth and Billy were there too, looking like young lovers with Marybeth's head on Billy's shoulder, and Christie and Rob were off to the side.

After the service the congregation filed out past the Reverend, down the steps to the lawn where some volunteers had set up folding chairs in the shade and coffee and donuts on a folding table.




A Tangled Web



"Hi Winnie," Margo said as Winnie headed her way. "What a beautiful morning. Bob gave me the cake pan last week. I'd totally forgotten about it. How was your trip?"

"Oh we had such fun!" Winnie said. "You know I've never done much of that kind of thing, but doing something new can be so exciting, can't it."

"Yes, it can," Margo said, glancing across the lawn at Bob.

"I think my brother was up to something though," Winnie said. "I found two of my favorite glasses broken in the garage trash can, and he's strangely silent about it."

"Oh, that's a shame," Margo said, remembering how her legs went spastic during one of her monumental orgasms, knocking over a small patio table. She and Bob laughed hysterically at the wreckage, his big cock picking up speed again turning Margo's laugh into a singing moan.

Bob never joined the conversation, keeping his distance that Sunday morning, talking to an old high school chum of his. Christie and Rob wandered over after Winnie had moved on.

"I love that dress!" Christie said to Margo. "I'm proud of you, showing a little skin at church."

"I'm not sure that's the kind of conversation the Reverend it trying to foster here," Rob said with a chuckle.

"I bought it the other day. Conservatism be damned I say!" Margo said a little to exuberantly. She blushed when a few people looked her way.

Derek and Rob started chatting so Christie pulled Margo aside, walking her casually into the church's flower gardens.

"Seriously, what's up with you, you look different," Christie asked, looking at Margo over the top of her sunglasses.

"Oh. Nothing. What do you mean?" Margo said as a shot of adrenaline hit her.

"I don't know. You look better. You and Derek better?"

"No, it's all the same," Margo said casually.

"Hmm. Okay honey. You can talk to me if you want. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," Margo said.

"Why is he single?" Christie said, looking at the backside of Bob at the donut table. "Do you think he's gay?"

"No!" Margo said firmly. "I've got pretty good gaydar, and he doesn't even register. No, he can make a woman happy."

"I wouldn't mind a piece of that, I'll tell ya. Matt's a hot little firecracker, but there's something about him. Damn he wears his clothes good, doesn't he? I better get outta here. You're not supposed to get all hot and bothered at a church social. See ya honey."

Margo stood alone amongst the flowers after Christie walked away, looking at Bob. A piece of that? Is that what she had had? Was it really that crude, that casual? She suddenly felt sick, like her stomach was twisted in knots.

Back at home, as she and Derek changed out of their church clothes, she knew she had to broach the subject, at least approaching it from the edges.

"We haven't had sex in so long, I was just wondering...are we all right?" Margo said.

"Oh, yeah, we're fine, aren't we?" Derek said. "I thought that was sort of over."

"Do you want it to be?" Margo said quietly, trying to control the emotions flooding into her. She was standing in her bra and panties, watching Derek pull on a pair of shorts.

He walked away without answering her. She followed him into the bathroom, not pressing, just continuing the quiet conversation.

"So how do you see it, when a married couple has...different needs?" she asked. "Like in the old movies. It'd always be the man of course. He'd just go get something on the side."

"Well this is the twenty-first century. Women can do what they want now," Derek said. "Look, I've never had a problem with casual affairs, as long as nobody gets embarrassed."

"You've never had a problem with affairs?" Margo asked, not quite believing what she was hearing. "Is there something I should know?"

"No. That's just the point. If something happened, no one was embarrassed, no harm came of it, life moved on as if nothing had happened. This whole 'need to know' thing is what screws everything up." 

Margo couldn't believe her ears. Derek had had something, someone, or maybe more than someone, on the side at some point. That had to be what he was saying, in his usual round-about Derek way.

"How did we get on this anyway?" he asked. "Oh, yeah," he said, remembering. "Look, I'm not going to ask you if there's anything I should know, because I don't want to know, all right?" He kissed her on the forehead. "I love you sweetheart, I hope you know that," he said. He walked away, into the living room, and switched on the TV.

Margo was stunned. She sat on the edge of the bed trying to process it all, listening to the sound of the golf tournament Derek was watching on the television. There was a loud THWACK when somebody teed off. Someone in the crowd yelled "Get in the hole!"

———————

The next morning, pulling weeds from the pachysandra in the front garden, a hundred questions rattled around in Margo's head. Did her husband really give her permission to have sex on the side? Did he really have an affair, or was she just misinterpreting what he said? Who would it have been, one of the girls he worked with? Was he still doing it? Maybe that's what he was getting at. Who could it be? Certainly not anyone from the neighborhood! Christie?! Or Joanie?! Lord knows Christie'd probably do it, And Joanie, she'd seemed pretty casual the other day about the subject of affairs. Margo tossed a huge handful of weeds into a wheelbarrow. I really do have to keep after this garden, she thought, as she wiped sweat from her brow.

Margo took a break, sitting in the shade of her magnolia tree, and tried to settle down the rapid fire thoughts. She closed her eyes and practiced her yoga breathing. Usually it cleared her mind, but not that day. A vision of Derek fucking Christie came into focus, like a CinemaScope movie screen in her mind. Whoever was directing the movie had the presence of mind to zoom out, and there, next to them, was Hector fucking Margo like an animal.

Strange, she thought, all these thoughts of Derek having sex, when he doesn't seem interested in it anymore. But maybe that's why. Maybe he's getting his fill on the side. Maybe that's what I should do, Margo thought. Maybe that's what I'm already doing.

Margo didn't know where to turn. Talking to Joan or Christie would have been the usual thing, but all the crazy thoughts, and the unknown about what was going on, made her reluctant. She went inside and turned on her laptop, delving into the mysterious world of swinging and open marriages. What she read fascinated her, even if most of it was different from what Derek was talking about. And then she found it. Don't ask, don't tell. It was a thing. There were other couples that had that kind of a marriage. But not everything she read was good. Some crashed and burned, while others thrived. Sticking to it seemed to be the key — don't snoop into your spouses affairs, and keep your own clean and private.

Margo took a deep breath. She pulled out her yoga mat and turned on her music. The world seemed to have changed, and she needed to lose herself for a while.

———————

Margo made a nice romantic dinner for Derek. Candle light, wine, a pretty dress.

"So, when we talked yesterday, I just want to be clear," she said. "Don't ask, don't tell? Is that...am I coming to the right conclusions? It's all a bit confusing to me."

"Yeah. I mean if you ever have an affair, I sure wouldn't want to know about it."

"If I ever? You don't think I have already?"

"It's not a subject I actively think about. Would you want to know?"

"If I were you, or if I were me?"

"Look Margo, I guess maybe I'm different. Modern maybe, I don't know what you'd call it. Let me put it bluntly — if you'd like to enjoy yourself in certain ways, I don't think it's all that much different from other pursuits. Hobbies, you know? You have hobbies, I have hobbies. At the end of the day we have a nice home together. That's what makes the world go 'round."

"I always knew you were open minded, but wow! It's a good thing I've had a couple glasses of wine!"

"So, do we understand each other?" Derek said, sounding a little to business-like.

"I need to say it out loud, because I'm still not quite believing it all," Margo said. "Sex with other people, as a sort of...hobby."

"I guess 'hobby' sounds a little silly doesn't it. Just keep it to yourself Margo. Please?"

"Yeah," Margo said quietly, not quite believing what just happened.

———————

"Is Matt still entertaining you?" Margo said.

She and Christie were walking briskly in the park, a once-in-a-while thing Christie usually initiated to 'get some exercise'.

"Oh my God!" Christie said. "That boy's somethin' else!"

"So when did you become such a slut anyway?" Margo asked playfully.

"Ha! You didn't know me when I was a teenager. Fuck, I was insane back then. Married men, some of them three times my age, teachers. The grocer for goodness sake! My mother didn't know what to do with me. My father disowned me. Yeah, my slut side runs deep."

"How come I never knew?" Margo asked. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

There was an awkward silence.

"I don't tell everybody everything. There's been some men I shouldn't have gotten involved with," she said sheepishly.

Margo got an inkling of something she maybe shouldn't know. Did the don't ask, don't tell thing work from all angles she wondered?

"What about Rob? Does he know about any of it?"

"Oh...yeah. I mean we've been thought some rough patches. He doesn't know about Matt or..."

Another awkward pause.

"You got more than him going on?" Margo asked.

"I'm sorry Margo. I can't seem to help it. I'm not proud of it all."

I'm sorry Margo? What did that mean, Margo wondered?

"So what happens with your rough patches? Rob just lets it slide, or what?"

"Yeah, I wish! No, he goes ballistic. But I know he's fucked around too. I mean what guy hasn't? It's such a fuckin' double standard. Pisses me off. I bet there's hardly a guy in Trentburg that hasn't fucked around."

"What about Derek?" Margo asked. "Do you think he's faithful?"

"Derek?" she said, pausing again. "You know, faithful's such a loaded word. He loves you, I know that."

Margo decided to end her questioning. Not prying was important, according to the website she read about the don't ask don't tell thing, and she was smart enough to see why it was important. Like Derek said, would she really want to know about what she was starting to think was happening between Derek and Christie? And if her questioning got more pointed, what if she was wrong?

"So tell me about Matt's cock," Margo said.

"Margo!" Christie said with a big, surprised smile. "All right sister friend! I'll make a slut out of you yet."

———————

"Hi Matt, how's it going?" Margo said.

"Oh hi Mrs...oh, uh...Margo?"

"Yup. No Mrs. I mean it is, I am, but not to you. Just Margo," she said, totally flubbing the smooth flirting she was going for.

"Okay," Matt said with a knowing smile. "So what can I do for ya?"

"Oh, um, gas? Fifty I guess. And...uh, a candy bar," Margo said, sounding like a totally flustered teenager. She should never have pictured his cock when she walked in, at least not the way Christie described it, like a cross between the energizer bunny and Thor's hammer.

"You don't look like you eat many candy bars," Matt said, his bright but mysterious eyes flirting like an eighteen-year-old devil, taking in all of Margo. "Are you into athletics?" he asked.

"I was. Gymnastics in college. Just yoga now. It's good though."

"I love yoga!" Matt said. "Yeah, I knew you had to be into somethin' like that. You're just so..."

"So what? Old?" Margo smirked.

"No!" Matt said emphatically. "Way not old!"

Margo smiled like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Way not old? The nicest three words she'd heard in a long time.

Six hours later, Margo was deep into don't ask, don't tell territory. There she was, in a messy, low-budget apartment, having a threeway with the gas station boy and one of her best friends, a woman who she was pretty sure was having an affair with her husband. What was in the water in Trentburg, LSD?

"Oh God!" she grunted as Matt's long cock slithered in and out of her at an impossibly fast speed. Doggie style with a long lasting lover had quickly become her favorite position, the one most likely to blast her off like a rocketship.

"Did I tell ya?" Christie said as she tried to get her hand on Matt's fast moving balls. "Isn't he incredible?"

Matt smiled at Christie's words, his athletic young body gleaming with sweat as he soldiered on, his pelvis thrusting as if on autopilot, minute after glorious minute.

"Fuuuuuccck!" Margo groaned when the big one finally washed over her. Her voice sounded like it came from the depths of the earth.

Matt's machine like fucking had gone on for a longer time than she could fathom, lifting her to what felt like an alternate reality, a place of pure energy. The boy was astonishing. Were others his age the same? Oh good God, she thought, she might have to find out.

The evening was full of orgasms, although none were shared between Margo and Christie. There was a little touching, but nothing too carnal. Neither one was experienced with such things, and considering the rest of their 'connections', neither one seemed to want to go there. Little matter though; young Matt was lover enough for both of them, with an enormous amount of youthful energy, and a truly amazing perpetually hard cock.

"It goes without saying Derek never hears about this, right?" Margo said when the long, sweaty session was over. The girls were getting dressed and Matt was in the bathroom.

"Yeah," Christie said.

"I mean for real. He doesn't want to know what I do, and I don't want to know what he does."

"You two have an arrangement?" Christie asked, sounding surprised.

"We're trying it out. So far so good. You understand though Christie? I know you talk to him now and then. Don't tell him anything about me. It'll spoil things. For everybody."

Christie could sense that Margo knew about her ongoing affair with Derek. "Yeah, sure," she said softly, with her heart racing. "I won't tell him."

———————

The Plastics company Derek and Hector work for has a big summer picnic every year, at a state park not far from Trentburg. Margo and Derek always go. This year she felt frisky and wore a white cotton vest with nothing on underneath it, and little navy blue linen shorts that hugged her close.

A lovely blue sky day was perfect for the festivities, with dappled sunlight through huge oak trees. The Sangria and draft beer flowed almost as freely as the children's laughter.

"Don't you have a friend you can fix this guy up with," Derek said to Margo when Hector wandered over.

"I don't need any help finding beautiful, sexy women," Hector said. "I've got one right in front of me. How are you Margo?" he said as he gave her a friendly hug. 

"I'm good Hector," she said.

"You're so much better than good," he said. "You've got the prettiest wife in the whole company, you know that, right?" he said to Derek.

"That's why I picked her," Derek said.

"You guys still crunching numbers?" one of the administrative assistants said when she walked over.

"Just women's measurements," Hector said with a laugh. "I can say that, right? There's no sexual harassment at picnics, is there?"

"Hector, you can say that to me any time," the young woman said. "Don't you just love his accent? Hi I'm Mandy," she said, extending her hand to Margo.

"Hi Mandy, I'm Margo, Derek's wife."

"Oh," she said, slightly taken a back. "Nice to meet you."

Mandy caught a glimpse of someone approaching and looked nervous about it. It was another one of the accountants she worked with, a young woman named Lisa. Margo had met her at a few of the company's previous parties and events.

"Lisa this is Derek's wife," Mandy said a little to preemptively.

Margo smiled and said hi, but she caught an odd vibe from the meeting. Derek's demeanor changed a bit too, suddenly less relaxed.

"I've met Margo," Lisa said to Mandy. "Are all you folks enjoying the picnic?"

"Yes, it's so much fun to see how people interact, isn't it?" Margo said. "In a big company like this, I always wonder who's sleeping with who."

Lisa and Mandy looked a bit shocked at the comment, but Hector laughed.

"It'd be like a bomb going off if everybody knew," He said.

"Well I know Hector's not sleeping with me," Mandy said, sticking her tongue out playfully at him. "I need more Sangria. Anybody?"

"I could use a beer," Derek said. He and Mandy and Lisa wandered off to the beverage pavilion.

"I was hoping I'd get you alone for a few minutes," Hector said to Margo after the others had left. "Actually, a few hours would be better."

"Name the time and place, I'll be there," Margo said quietly.

"Are you serious? Don't play with me like that."

"Oh, I'm serious," she said. "You're more than a dream now, you're reality. We can make it a somewhat regular thing. No attachment though, just sex. Lots and lots of sex. Just promise me you'll tell no one. This never gets back to Derek."

"Are you kidding? I'd sew up my mouth to be with you just one more time," Hector said.

"God, you are somethin' else," Margo laughed. "Somebody should put you in a movie."

By the end of the day Margo knew Derek had something going with Lisa. It made sense when she thought about it. Lisa was in on a trip to a software seminar Derek had gone to two years ago, and ever since then she wasn't quite as friendly towards Margo. Nice, but different.

So, Lisa and Christie, both playing with her husband, and both for quite some time. The revelation should have been stunning to Margo, but the way it crept up on her, intermingled with her own dalliances, made it all seem more bizarre and otherworldly than stunning. She knew how exciting and soul satisfying her time with Hector, Matt and Bob had been. The same kinds of things were happening to Derek, no doubt. Maybe there was something to this 'open marriage' business after all.

———————

Margo hadn't been involved in a formal yoga class for quite some time. Her skills had advanced through the years to the point where she was comfortable on her own, knowing she was practicing the various positions and skills correctly. So when she started telling Derek she had yoga class, in the evening about once a week, and on days that weren't consistent, he had a pretty good idea what she was up to. He was okay with it, because for years he had a regular 'poker night' that was no such thing.

Margo's first 'yoga class' was at Hector's place. The exercise was way better than she ever got doing yoga. Hector's gentle dominance once again swept her away, and his fat cock put a match to the sweepings and lit them on fire.

"Where did you learn to fuck a girl," Margo asked when they were taking a quiet minute, letting their sweaty bodies cool. "Do they have schools for it in Puerto Rico? Latin Lover school?"

"Ha ha! I wish," Hector laughed. "I would have stayed around for a PhD!"

"But then you wouldn't have become the world's hottest accountant," Margo laughed. "So I should tell you, Derek and I have come to and agreement. An arrangement. A sort of don't ask, don't tell open marriage."

"Margo! So you mean I don't have to be so guilty with him, about being with you?"

"Yup. Don't tell him though. That's important, okay?"

"Of course Margo. Anything you wish."

"He's got his 'poker night', and I've got my yoga class."

"So you know about..."

"Lisa? Yes, but don't let either one of them know. It's better that way. We're trying to make this work. And by the way, I thought we were friends. Why didn't you tell me about Lisa long ago?"

"Margo I..."

"I'm just kidding," Margo said. "I understand. Guy code or some shit right?"




A Tangled Web



"Well, yes I guess so. We work together and..."

"And you've got no problem fucking his wife until she screams for more," Margo said with a smirk.

"Well yes, but you're so...do you have any idea how desirable you are?"

"I guess not. Perhaps you can show me. Tell me what you want to do to me."

"Oh, my Margo. I want to put myself inside you," Hector said, his hand sliding down across her belly, massaging her swollen, pink pussy. "I want to fill you up, with all of my being."

"God Hector," Margo moaned, "you've got a way with words."

Her lips met his with another moan, deep and vibrating.

"Oh, my Margo," Hector said in a breathy whisper. "Fuck me baby. Fuck my cock."

He pulled her onto him and she guided his hard shaft into her well fucked pussy.

"Oh God!" Margo moaned. 

Soon Hector was up to speed, his hips turbocharged by the bed springs. The slippery friction of his speeding cock burned in the best of ways, searing heat that lit the fuse once again. Some sort of magic, that's the only way Margo could explain it. Some sort of magic.

———————

"Hi Matt," Margo said, unable to hide a smirk.

She'd waited by the gas pump until the store was empty before she went in.

"Hi Margo."

The simple fact that he'd remembered her name thrilled her, and he didn't call her Mrs.

"How many women hit on you," Margo said with a smile. "Sorry, that's a weird thing to ask I guess."

"You mean Mrs. Williams a minute ago? No not her. A few though."

"And how many succeed?"

"That's a weird thing to ask I guess too, right?" Matt said, hopeful he wouldn't have to answer.

"I guess," Margo smiled.

She was startled when the door opened, ringing the sleigh bells hanging from it. It was a girl Matt's age, dressed in hippy clothes, or the modern equivalent of them anyway.

"Hi Triss," Matt said. Margo moved amongst the shelves, pretending to shop.

"Hi Matt. We doin' the fest tonight?"

"Yeah, absolutely," Matt said. "Margo, this is my friend Triss."

"Oh...hi," Margo said. Being called out was awkward to say the least. She didn't know quite what to say as she showed herself from behind the snack food aisle.

"Oh hi!" Triss said cheerfully. "I've seen you around town. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're sort of a role model for some of us girls."

"What?" Margo said, looking a bit stunned.

"Yeah, I don't know, it's stupid I guess," Triss said. "Sorry if it's weird."

"No, I mean, I'm not sure what you mean," Margo said.

"It's just your...well this is just gonna sound weird, but...it's your body. Is that a horrible thing to say?" Triss asked, suddenly looking like a very young girl who was unsure of herself.

"My body?" Margo said, not quite grasping the compliment.

"You're hot, and they hope they look so good when they get older," Matt said with a smirk.

"Oh," Margo said with a mix of confusion and pride.

"Sorry," Triss said.

"No, I mean, I'm just... I haven't had a compliment like that before," Margo said, slightly stunned. "Thank you."

"So do you like music Margo?" Matt said. "We're gonna party at a festival later. Wanna come?"

"Oh, we'd love it!" Triss said. "My friends would think it was so cool if you came."

"A festival?" Margo asked.

"Some great bands. Tube Riff, Martin's Friends, Raxl, Shell Sun Sky," Matt said. "Who else Triss?"

"Jimmy's new metal band. Whatta they call themselves? Hemo Rage?"

"Yeah, that's a stupid name," Matt said. "They're tryin' to hard."

"They're good though. You'll come Margo?" Triss asked hopefully.

"Why not," Margo said. "I'm not gonna be a die hard like you young folks though. I'll just come for a little while. Where is this thing?"

"Out near Elden's Mills," Matt said. "Meet us here at five when I get off."

"Okay," Margo said. "See you guys later."

"Hey, you want a candy bar or somethin'?" Matt asked as she was heading out the door.

"No, I don't really eat them," Margo said. 

"I didn't think so," Matt said with a smirk.

Out in her car Margo realized she didn't get her gas, but she didn't want to go back in and look stupid, so she went up the road to the Sunoco. As she pumped she wondered why she'd been so eager to follow along with kids young enough to be her...well, she didn't really want to think about that. She figured they'd understand when she didn't show up at five.

———————

Margo's eyes were closed. Her arms were out like wings and her legs were carrying her in a wide circle around a pile of clothes on the ground, her shoes, jeans and shirt a part of the assemblage. She was one of four girls in their bras and panties dancing like drunken zombies to a folk-rock band. Their bodies, three young and firm, and one more than twice as old but somehow better looking, were almost floating to the lilting, psychedelic melody.

Molly was the drug of the day. Ecstasy is what the old timers call it. That's the name Margo would have recognized, even though she had never tried it when she was younger. One of Triss's girlfriends showed up with a handful of it, after she had disappeared into the crowd for a while. A colorful little pill, easy to swallow, taken much too quick, before thought or reason had entered Margo's head. Shots of medicinal tasting cheap vodka had seen to that, and washed it down.

Margo hadn't been high on anything but alcohol since college. That time it was marijuana. 'Reefer' was what they called it at the time. Now it was 'weed', which Matt and his friends had too. Margo puffed on it every time it was passed to her.

The girls she was dancing with were laughing, and Margo was laughing too. Matt's hand reached out to her and she took it, looking at him with love in her eyes. She moved toward him in what seemed like slow motion, her mouth opening way before their lips met, like she wanted to consume him. The kiss was dreamy, to say the least. She'd never felt such a loving kiss in all her life. A hit of Molly does that to a person. Everything is love. Big love.

Matt's hands caressed her, her skin warm in the evening air. The sound of acoustic guitars and a violin surrounded them like a warm blanket, the music seeming to protect them from the view of the dancing crowd.

Matt's hands slid down to Margo's ass, the thin, slippery satin of her panties lubricating his movements. She hadn't worn her best lingerie, but it was nice, sexier than the younger girls, whose bras looked more like bikini tops. Margo's was lacy. Womanly. The boys were dancing shirtless, in their long shorts.

The blanketing protection of the music comforted Margo as Matt's hands massaged her ass. Triss and a friend of hers watched, mesmerized by the sexiness of Margo's yoga body and the long, sensuous kiss. Matt's hands slipped inside the silky panties, his fingers tickling Margo's little asshole. Her tongue went even deeper in his mouth, starting a fucking motion that matched Matt's fingers. Triss's friend tapped another girl with her elbow, and she stopped to watch too.

Without thinking, Margo's hands were on Matt's shorts, unfastening them as the red hot kiss progressed. Her hand slipped in under his boxers as his long shorts fell down his legs to his ankles. His long cock was plenty hard, and Margo massaged it under the stretchy fabric. It flipped upward and appeared in the night air, the purplish tip and a few inches on view. Triss was scored for an assist when she stepped forward and pulled the dark gray boxers down to Matt's ankles. Margo moaned loud enough to be heard above the music.

Matt closed his eyes as she dropped slowly down his body, her wet mouth leaving a trail of saliva down his chest and muscular abs, and then she took Matt's long length into her open mouth.

"Fuck," Triss said quietly. The others couldn't quite believe their eyes.

A small crowd of onlookers was gathering around the scene, but Margo was oblivious. The hallucinogenic happiness of the Molly and the weed and the vodka had overtaken her completely. The only thing she knew was a big beautiful cock was in her mouth, and she was going to suck it, and make it cum.

Triss was plenty high too, and she couldn't resist joining in. Margo was squatting in a super sexy, yoga-like way, and Triss couldn't help but slide her hand under the beautiful protruding ass, her fingers slipping along the shiny white panties to the wet spot covering Margo's pussy. She stopped for a moment, eliciting a 'please don't stop' moan from Margo's cock filled mouth, just long enough to flick open the clasp on Margo's lacy bra. Triss's friend helped remove it, Margo's arms instinctively assisting.

So there she was, a forty year old woman, a pretty hot one at that, topless, in her little satin panties, giving an eighteen year old boy with nothing on but a puddle of shorts around his ankles a steaming hot blow job, surrounded by a wide eyed crowd at a music festival.

Triss decided the satin was in the way, so she went in, her hand plunging down the back of the little panties to her target, her fingers slipping easily into Margo's wetness, three slender fingers in all. Another deep moan vibrated out of Margo's chest and into Matt's cock. The blowjob was already intense, Margo going at it like a porn star, but that vibration took Matt over the edge.

"Clothes on people!" a deep male voice said, loudly and authoritatively.

It was too late. Matt came with a fury. The voice had surprised Margo and snapped her into some facsimile of reality. She turned her head to look at the man just as gobs of cum blasted forth from Matt. He plastered the side of her face and her hair, and that surprised her too. She looked back as another spurt shot out, and her twisted, foggy mind drew her mouth to the spewing shaft once again, sucking it in deep.

"Break it up people! We don't want to arrest you. Clothes on!"

Matt's eyes opened and his brain came into focus.

"Margo!" he said. "You need to stop!" He pulled away from her and pulled up his shorts. "Sorry sir. We'll be okay. Get up Margo."

She stood up, a little wobbly, her beautiful tits glowing milky white in the diffuse light from the stage.

"Are you okay Ma'am," the security officer asked.

"I'm fine!" Margo said happily. "Are you okay?"

"Yes Ma'am. I need you to put some clothes on now."

Triss and her friend helped a smiling Margo with her bra as cum dripped off the side of her face onto her shoulder.

"Are you sure you're all right Ma'am?" the officer said. "I'd be happy to take you to the medical tent so you can get cleaned up."

"I'm clean," Margo said happily. "I'm so clean."

The officer walked away shaking his head. Margo and the girls started their circle dance in their underwear, arms out and smiling.

———————

Margo woke at Christie's house the next morning. It was a Sunday. Rob had gone to church, leaving Christie to revive her tired, hungover friend.

"Oh my God," Margo groaned. "I don't feel good."

"I know honey," Christie said. "Here, drink some water. The girls that dropped you off said it was important. You took some...Molly they called it. I've heard of it but I don't really know what it is. You were flying high when you got here last night. Rob let you in."

"Did I sleep here?"

"Yup. Don't worry, I called Derek and made up an excuse. I told him you went out with us girls and you had too much wine. So I'm curious...why were you out doing drugs with eighteen-year-old girls?"

"Matt," Margo said embarrassedly.

"Oh! Now it all makes more sense," Christie said. "Jesus girl, you like divin' right in, don't ya."

"Oh my God," Margo said quietly as she remembered. "I think I gave him a blow job in the middle of a music festival."

"Well that would explain this crusty stuff in your hair," Christie said as she fingered it. "Yup, looks like cum to me."

"People were watching. A security guard stopped us, told us to get dressed," Margo said as the whole thing flooded back to her.

"Holy shit, you guys were naked?"

"I think so. Oh man, my head hurts."

"Is that all that happened? I mean you didn't let the whole place gang-bang you or anything, did you?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Was it the thing out in Elden's Mills? I wouldn't worry about it too much. They're just kids, and they're all so high and drunk they probably won't even remember. Let's get you revived before Rob gets home. Shower?"

Margo nodded. Christie helped her get undressed.

"I hope you weren't wearing your favorite shirt and shoes, because they didn't make it home with you. Jeez, you'd think one of those girls could have at least wiped the cum off of you," Christie said when she saw it crusted on Margo's neck and shoulder. "He's got a lot in him doesn't he? I'm always amazed. I'll bet that was one hell of a blow job. I'm kinda sorry I missed it."

"It was a well attended show. Maybe the reviews will be in the morning papers," Margo dead-panned, her voice low and dry.

"Oh my God," Christie chuckled. "You're too much Margo. You gonna be all right in there? You want me to help you?" she asked as Margo stepped into the shower.

"I'm fine. God that feels good!" she said as the hot water cascaded over her.

"Did you pray for us?" Christie asked Rob when he got home from Church.

"I would have, but I'm afraid we're all too far gone," Rob said with a smile. "Derek was there. He thought maybe you guys would be there, but I told him the 'wine' took you both down."

"Thanks honey," Christie said. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. Can you fix Margo something to eat? Something light, okay? She's out on the patio."

Rob went out and sat with her. She was barefoot, in her jeans and one of Christie's shirts.

"So Margo, fun night? Who were those girls? I woulda liked to have known them twenty years ago."

"Is that a crack about my age?" Margo said, her voice still a bit gravelly. 

"Oh, no, sorry," Rob said. "I didn't mean that at all. They were just cute, that's all. You fit right in. Cuter than any of 'em actually. So who was the lucky guy?"

"Lucky guy?"

"That's alright. Your secret's safe with me. I'm good at keeping secrets Margo. If you ever want to blow off...steam, someday, your secret'd be safe. Even up the score, you know? It might be really fun." Rob said.

The look on his face was different than any Margo had seen on him before. Not lecherous or lusty, but not innocent either. It was kind, gentle, and sexy as hell. Margo's brain was as fuzzy as it had ever been, but even through the fog she knew that "even up the score" could only mean one thing - Rob knew about Christie and Derek. And now, after stumbling through his door late at night, high as a kite, with hard nipples poking out her thin little bra and dried-up cum spattered on her face and hair, he knew Margo had a wild side too.

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It was odd, almost surreal, how Margo's home life with Derek hadn't changed. Not a word was spoken about their extra curricular activities, and the mood was happy and relaxed, as it had been back before the 'why doesn't he love me' phase. Movie nights in front of the TV, beautifully cooked dinners from Margo's kitchen, even romantic ones now and then, with candlelight and wine. The laughter, the relaxed joking around, the nice hugs and small kisses that had long ago replaced their sex life, it was all still there, as if nothing had changed in their lives. 

Of course nothing had changed much for Derek. His side of the marriage had already been open, surreptitiously of course, for quite some time, but now that Margo was free and open too, well, he relaxed into the situation as his guilt melted away.

Margo's friendships were interesting too. Christie had overtaken Joan as Margo's 'best friend', Joan's penchant for gossip taking her out of the running as the tangled web of relationships grew. Margo and Joan still got together now and then though, and one day at lunch Joan spilled the beans on her own newly complicated life.

"Remember when we were talking about Christie and Matt, and the whole friends with benefits thing?" Joan asked. "I sort of found one...a friend."

"Really Joanie?"

"Yeah. I can't tell you who it is though."

"Don't tell me it's Derek," Margo said, unable to suppress a little smirk.

"No! I wouldn't do that! And why would you smile when you said that?"

"Oh. It's complicated," Margo said, still not able to get her smirking under control.

"Do you suspect something? Because I've had a feeling about...something. I never wanted to say anything because I don't know anything for sure. What's going on with you?" Joan asked, her suspicions in high gear.

"What are your suspicions?"

"I don't wanna say," Joan said. "They involve...friends, and I don't, I mean it's not my place to..."

"Joanie, I'll be honest with you. I hope this doesn't hurt your feelings, but you're not known as someone who can keep secrets, so I feel like I can't tell you about certain things."

"Margo!" Joan said, sounding surprised and deflated. "Do you really feel that way about me? I mean I guess I do like to gossip, but with close friends I would never...I want you to trust me. I know I can trust you. I need you to trust me. You're the only person I feel that way about," Joan said, sounding sad, disappointed, even a bit lost. Her eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, Joanie, I'm sorry. Of course I trust you. I love you. We've been friends forever. But damn it girl, you tell people things you shouldn't sometimes, and there are some things that shouldn't be spread around."

"Oh, I know that! If I didn't know it before I sure do now," Joan said. "I'm going to confide in you. You probably think I'm just going to tell you stuff I shouldn't, but this is different. This is you and me, and only you and me. I need to talk to you. I need your advice. Okay? A super secret, cross-your-heart kinda thing?"

"Sure Joanie. Lord knows I've got plenty of secrets. I know how important they are."

"Yeah, well the Lord knows about mine too I'm afraid," Joan said, wiping the moisture from her eyes. "You know I've been working with Reverend Blake, on the chapel history project, for the hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary, right?"

"Yes," Margo said slowly, already getting a twinge of were Joanie's story was going.

"We've been working evenings a lot, pouring though old boxes and trunks in the church basement. There's way too many, and they're too heavy to lug them all upstairs, so we've been down there, with some old lamps, and we rolled out a rug so we can spread out documents and pictures. We brought down that lightweight sofa too, the one from the back of the Sunday school room. Just trying to make it comfortable, you know? We're putting lots of hours in down there. 

"Well, we started back when the weather was cool and it was fine down there, just a little warm, but not bad, you know? But now, with this warm weather, it's just so very warm down there. There's a big boiler that they use for hot water, and some other machinery. We've been wearing thinner clothing, but it's just so warm. It's funny how you get used to somebody, and get comfortable with them, isn't it? As we got used to each other I started wearing some of my yoga clothes, you know the ones, those long black shorts, and the gray t-shirt thing? It was good 'cause I didn't mind them getting dirty. It was just so sweaty though, I was constantly tugging at the shirt, trying to get some cool air in. Donald, I mean, well you know, Reverend Blake, he was in his shirt sleeves of course, but as time went on more buttons were left undone. He's got so much chest hair. I never would have guessed, would you?"

Margo sat quietly, nearly mesmerized by Joanie's unfolding story. She shook her head at Joanie's little question, and sipped her iced tea.

"Well a couple days later, I don't know what got into me but I wore my linen skirt, the one I wear to clean the house. It used to be for good, but it shrunk a little and got a little worn, so now I only wear it for chores and stuff like that. It's real cool though, 'cause it's short and it flares out a lot I guess. That's why I wore it. It's just so warm down there under the church. Did you know there's a dirt floor down there, and the foundation is big stones?




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"So along with the skirt I wore a little sleeveless cotton shirt. It's another one of my house cleaning things. But I could see my bra when I put it on, through the arm holes, you know? Of course I had to wear one, I've been too big to go without, since...well I don't have to tell you about bras! We were both lucky in that department weren't we! Do you ever get tired of men looking at 'em though? I read where some women do. I sure don't. Always makes me feel sexy when a man looks at 'em." 

Margo shook her head no. She kind of liked it too, when men looked at her tits. All those thousands of hours doing yoga weren't just for her mind and her health. She wanted to be attractive, and she was proud of her body and her nearly perfect tits. Joanie's were even bigger, and every bit as nice. At least they looked that way under her clothes. Margo's heart was beating a little faster than usual, because she was pretty sure Joanie was going to tell her the Reverend knew what they looked like out of her clothes.

"So all I could find that wouldn't show was a little bustier bra from a Valentine's Day outfit, of all things! Bright red. I checked to see if it was noticeable and it looked pretty good. Looking back now, I think my mind was already drifting, you know? Because you could see the red color through the white top, and it's a push-up thing that really makes me, well, you know.

"So it's even warmer this particular day. Remember a week ago when it hit ninety-five? It was still in the eighties when I met Donald at the church office that evening. He was wearing shorts and a linen shirt that fit him really well. I hadn't seen his legs before. They're hairy like his chest, and real muscular. Did you know he rides a fancy, expensive bicycle? 

"So we go down into the heat. Thinking back on it, it was so hot we should have said let's work on this another time, but neither of us said it. I think we both knew it might be...interesting down there on an even warmer day. Is that sick? I've been wondering all week if I'm sick in the head. My, this is a long story isn't it? Are you all right? Want some more iced tea?"

"I'm fine honey," Margo said.

"Okay," Joanie said. She took a deep breath. "So...to get sorta to the point...we're about an hour into our work. I'm dragging boxes around, bent over in my little skirt, on my hands and knees sometimes. Donald was helping of course, and we were both really sweaty. My little cotton shirt was sticking to my back, and it was unbuttoned way too much. Bending over put me right on display, at both ends really, but I kept doing it. Donald, he had his nice shirt unbuttoned all the way, except for two buttons. I guess he thought he shouldn't open it right up or take it off, seeing as how he's the Reverend and all. So here's the thing that makes my heart skip, even a week later. He had a hard-on, from watching me! It was noticeable, plain as day in his shorts! And it's not a little one either, let me tell 'ya!

"Well I don't know how you would react, but for me, with things pretty much dried up with Jim, seeing him hard for me was just too much. My mind just went out of control, you know? I went all whore like and fucked the shit outta that man. Our Reverend! Oh my God Margo, it was like nothing I could have imagined. This raw sex. Really really raw! It was like we were both possessed with something, some spirit, from the church maybe. And the heat and the sweat! All I know is I've never been fucked like that, and I never knew a woman could be fucked like that. We were actually on the dirt floor at one point, with this silty, gray-black grime all over us. Like primitive people from another time. Before we left, we cleaned it off the parts of us that showed, but when I got home and took a shower it washed off of me and out of my hair and swirled down the drain, dark and mysterious. I just stood there and looked at it in wonder.

"So it turns out I'm a bad, bad woman. The worst woman in Trentburg. It's odd though, I haven't really cried about it, even as horrible as I've been to Jim. It didn't stop there either — Donald called me the next day, to see if I was all right. He really is a sweet, kind man. And then two days later I called him. I went to his house in the middle of the day, parked my car and walked there through the woods he backs up too, so I wouldn't be seen. It wasn't quite as raw, but it was every bit as good I'll tell 'ya. I don't know what's gonna happen now. That was just a couple days ago."

Joanie finally paused, her long rambling story now told, out there for scrutiny. She was nervous and her eyes misted with tears as she looked at Margo, wondering if her old friend would think she was a worthless, horrible person.

"Oh honey, you must be so conflicted. Cheating's hard, I know. I've done it too," Margo said. "The guilt can be overwhelming."

"You have! You've cheated on Derek?" Joanie said.

"I did. With two different men. Now Joanie, remember what we talked about. This is just between you and me, okay?"

"Yes, of course," Joan said. " Lord knows I've got my own secrets to keep. I understand completely."

"So do you think it's going to continue? You and Donald?"

"It sort of feels that way, but I don't know. We've both got a lot to lose, but it's powerful, you know?"

"Oh I know honey. I know," Margo said.

"So is yours...continuing?"

"Yes, but...it's different now. Derek has girls on the side too, which I never knew about..."

"Oh Margo!" Joan said sadly.

"Yeah, so, as crazy as it sounds, we reached an agreement. A don't ask, don't tell, kind of a thing. I'm still getting used to the idea, but it seems to be working."

"What the hell Margo! For real?"

"Yup. Do not tell anybody! Do you swear to me, our secrets don't leave this room?"

"Of course. You and me Margo, we're together on this. Lord knows I need someone to talk to about it all. I'm fucking the Reverend for Christ's sake."

They both had to laugh at the absurdity of that last sentence.

"So do you have more work to do in the church basement?"

"Yes, we already discussed that. We're almost through it all, and we agreed nothing else should happen down there. Anybody could have walked in on us..."

"It's not going to be easy to just switch it off," Margo said. "Maybe you should lock the door at least."

"Yeah. I'm so noisy though. Nobody's ever made me scream like Donald does."

"Wow. Reverend Blake! I'm impressed," Margo said. "Can't say I've ever thought of him that way, but yeah, I can see it. Who better to make you scream for God, right?" she laughed.

"Yeah," Joan said. "I'm all tingly just thinking about it."

"So what about Jim, Joanie? What about you guys?" Margo asked.

"Well, now that you told me about Derek maybe I don't feel so bad. I've had suspicions over the years, about Jim I mean."

"Wow, is this whole town just sex crazy? Who knew? Listen Joanie, don't go by what's happening in my marriage. Yours is yours, and you need to feel things out on your own. Don't blow it up for a little fling that can't last, but then again, maybe it's more than that. Be careful though. You don't want the whole congregation to end up hating you."

"It's all so new, my head is spinning. To be honest with you I just love feeling like a woman for a change. A real woman. You know?"

"I know honey. I know."

———————

Church on Sunday was a whole new experience for Margo. Reverend Blake, up at the pulpit giving his sermon, took on a new and different persona in Margo's eyes. She could picture the hairy chest and the powerful bicycle rider thighs under his robe. His glances toward Joan were unmistakable to Margo, even though no one else would have given them a second thought. Joan squirmed in her seat a little whenever he looked at her. She had on a very attractive summer dress, and Margo wondered if she had pretty lingerie on underneath.

On the way home Derek pulled into the Quick-Fill for some gas. Through the big glass doors Margo could see Matt working the counter. Derek went in to pay, and as he was walking out Matt smiled at Margo and raised his fingers in a little wave. When Derek went around to the gas pump she waved back, her lips curling into a smirk as the wild music fest blow-job came back to her, her clearer mind remembering it in better detail than she had before. Now that the initial embarrassment had passed, she would need more of that big eighteen-year-old cock, that was for sure.

In the church parking lot, before they left, Joan gave Margo a big hug. A 'thank you for being my friend' kind of hug. Winnie and Bob Stein walked by and said hello, on the way to their car. Margo remembered she needed to get a hold of Bob, to ask him to take her camping in his little teardrop trailer. A weekend in the woods with him would be heaven.

Christie and Rob stopped to chat for a few minutes too, Christie hugging Derek a bit less appropriately than she should in public, and Rob hugging Margo, whispering "I'm still hoping you'll call me" in her ear. She had thought about it a little after her time with him on the patio the previous Sunday morning, but hadn't reached a conclusion. Standing there in the parking lot, she did. She would call him, later that day.

What's that old saying, Margo wondered, as she stood there in the golden Sunday morning light? "Oh, what a tangled web we weave"? Yeah, that's it. Oh, what a tangled web we weave.



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There was a pause as both David and Sandra tried to understand what Mary had just said.

"Well, how should a brother and sister be?" asked Sandra.

"No, I mean you act as though you were a real brother and sister."

Another pause, during which Sandra and David looked at their Mother, looked at each other and then back at their Mother again. Both appeared as though they were about to say something, but nothing came out.

Mary frowned at their reaction. She was a bit confused, but then the penny dropped, "Oh my!" she said. Her hand clamped over her mouth and for a while she looked utterly distraught.

"What is it?" asked David gently.

"You're going to think I'm dreadful! I've just realised that I didn't explain things properly two years ago."

Both Sandra and David sat down next to their Mother and put and arm around her. "It's OK Mum, just tell us now," said David.

Mary took a deep breath and said, "I told you that your parents died in a car crash, but I was so flustered at the time that I didn't explain myself clearly." She took another deep breath, looked at each of them and then continued, "When I said that your parents died, I meant your parents." She looked at Sandra, then looked at David and continued, "And your parents. There were two sets. Your fathers were brothers. They were in the car with both their wives."

They looked past their Mother at each other. Somehow, the loss with which they had had to cope had suddenly doubled. Each had not only lost a Mother and Father but also an Uncle and Aunt.

Mary was flustered again and quite tearful. They told her not to worry, that they were grateful they now knew the truth. She fled upstairs, thinking that they would need to be alone to digest this latest revelation.

"Shit!" said David when Mary had gone.

"I know," said Sandra. "I can understand how Mum made the mistake, but it's unbelievable that it's taken this long to find out."

"Do you know what this means?"

Without thinking Sandra said, "Yeah. It means if I sit on your lap again and you start to get a hard-on I don't have to feel quite so awkward about it."

David's face reddened.

"Erm... Did I just say that out loud?"

Sandra's brother simply nodded, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Well I guess it's OK to say, 'cos we're only cousins and not a brother and sister."

Both stared at each other, lost in their own private thoughts for a while; such private thoughts that were of both an erotic and a carnal nature. Almost as if attracted by magnets they slid together along the sofa, folded their arms around each other and cuddled. The deep, passionate kissing lasted for some time, before they were able to pull apart.

"Listen," said Sandra. "This is OK, but we're still cousins. We can't... well, you know."

"No, no of course not," he replied. His hand moved to her breast, felt the hardened nipple through the material of her t-shirt and bra. Sandra gasped at his touch.

"No David, we mustn't. Now stop it." Her brother released the breast reluctantly, but did as he was told. Sandra's hand slid to his crotch and was pleased to make contact with the lump she had felt earlier. Her brother grunted as she squeezed his dick a couple of times, then she released it and sat back away from him, so that both were now out of reach of each other.





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David was nonplussed. "What do you mean?"

"He had to have one too many trips in the washing machine. It knocked the stuffing out of him."

"You put your teddy bear in the washing machine? Why?"

Sandra looked a little embarrassed, "It got very lonely at College sometimes. Like I said, I loved him to death."

"You don't mean..." His eyebrows rose, "You do mean...!"

"I know, I know, it was cruelty to a teddy bear, but the texture felt so good on my skin."

David was still stunned. "You masturbated with him?"

"Well, there weren't any places that I could buy the kind of thing I needed to satisfy me. I suppose I could have ordered something on-line, but I was never sure what I would get."

Sandra decided that attack was the best form of defence, "Anyway, I'm willing to bet that you wank a lot when your at Uni, don't you? How often? Every day?" she asked.

"Well, um, yeah, at least," he mumbled. He remembered what she had just said and asked, "There are a couple of shops down here where you can get a vibrator. So, have you bought one now?"

She reddened slightly and said, "Actually, I've got two. One smaller one that I can keep in my bag and the other... well, let's just say it's for when I need a lot of help."

"How big is it?"

"Not as big as you, that's for sure."

David looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "That time that I sort of lost control. Well, I grabbed your tits didn't I?"

Sandra wondered where this was going.

"Well, they felt fantastic, but I never actually saw them."

"You saw a lot of my body that I'd usually rather keep hidden."

"And you saw all of me."

"OK, I think I see where this is going now. You want to see my breasts, is that it? Why? I mean why should mine be so special?"

"Because you have the most fabulous body I've ever seen. Please Sandra. I'll do anything you ask in return."

"Anything?"

"Well, within reason of course. I mean, if you asked me to streak from here to the bottom of the High Street and back on a Saturday afternoon I'd have to decline. Well, maybe."

Sandra stood up and unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing. By about halfway down David had realised she wasn't wearing a bra beneath. She unfastened the sleeves and then untucked the garment from her jeans. The sides of her breasts were already visible, when she shrugged the shirt from her shoulders and let it drop to the ground exposing them fully. She sat back down next to her brother.

"Well? Are they as nice as you hoped?"

"They're everything I expected and more. Tell me; are your nipples hard because you're cold, or because you're turned on?"

Sandra didn't answer the question, but instead said, "Did you want to touch them?"

"Can I?"

"Yes, but don't touch my nipples. OK?"

David reached out and cupped a breast in each hand, careful to avoid the dark, hardened points. He squeezed and kneaded them for a few minutes. Sandra was watching intently. Her breathing was becoming a little ragged.

"Look, I suppose you can touch my nipples if you really want to," she whispered.

A thumb on each hand slipped across and Sandra opened her mouth to inhale. After a few more rubs, she said, "Pinch them. Pinch them David".

He continued to lavish attention on her tits, until eventually he raised his eyes and found himself looking into hers.

"Have you any idea how turned on you've gotten me? I'm going to have to go upstairs and use my big friend now. I'm going to have to use it to its full potential. Top speed and pushed right up."

He had never expected to hear his sister talking in such a wanton manner. He understood precisely how turned-on she was, as he felt exactly the same.

"Why don't you let me help you?"

"What? No, we can't do that."

"I promise that I'll keep my trousers done up and I'll stop whatever I'm doing immediately you tell me to."

All this time, David had still been caressing Sandra's breasts and nipples. Because she didn't answer, he took this as a sign to continue and began to unfasten her jeans. She didn't object when he pulled them right off and tossed them to one side. She lifted her hips again to enable him to remove her panties.

When David slipped his hand between her open legs, Sandra gasped and grabbed his hand. Any movement at all was too much at this stage.

He whispered into her ear, "Would you like me to use my tongue? I think I'm pretty good at it."

Sandra wanted to stop him and say no, but the idea of his mouth down there was too exciting. Besides, before she could respond, he had slipped down between her legs and begun stroking her with his tongue. His hands found their way back up to her tits and he continued with their assault.

Laying there naked, with a man's head bobbing up and down at her pussy was the most exciting thing that she could have imagined. She began to writhe as he brought her closer and closer.

Suddenly, sensing how near she was, David lifted his head and slid himself up her body. She could feel his massive dick contained inside his trousers pressing against her labia. As he had done a week before, he began to dry hump her – this time against her pussy instead of her ass. Any objections were stifled as she quickly reached a powerful orgasm.

David slowed as Sandra came down from her peak and moved back away from her. She looked down at the front of his jeans and realised that she had soaked him with her pussy juices and come. She could see the cock stretching the fabric, threatening to burst out. She sat up and indicated that he should stand. She pulled him close, so that he was standing between her still parted legs and began to untie his belt. She unfastened the top button and then unzipped the fly. His dick was already poking out from the opening in his boxers, but she dragged them down instead, unveiling his beautiful penis fully.

Sandra looked up at David and leaned her head forward until her lips were almost touching his cock. She opened her mouth and flicked the tip, before licking down to the base and back again. Using her saliva she wetted around the entire shiny head, before opening her mouth wide and lowering it down. She tried to get the phallus as far into her mouth as possible, but even then couldn't reach beyond half way. Using one hand to rub the remaining part of the shaft and the other to cradle his balls, she bobbed her head up and down rapidly.

David had received a few (unsatisfactory) blowjobs before, but this was in a league of its own. He had no idea that his sister could do such a thing so well. Little did he know that her experience was pretty minimal as well and that it was her own excitement that was enhancing her performance.

"I'm coming," he said suddenly. If Sandra didn't withdraw quickly she would be hit by his spray. But she seemed oblivious to his warning.

Already, he could feel the semen surging up through his cock. He panicked, saying, "Its coming, right now!"

But Sandra didn't stop. She pulled back a little in order to make room for the salty tasting come filling her mouth. She had intended spitting it out, but not until he was finished. However, the amount was such that she was in danger of springing a leak from the around the sides and had no choice but to swallow. Having done so a first time she kept on until she had milked him dry.

Wiping a small bead of milky fluid from the corner of her mouth, she smiled up at David and said, "How was that?"

David's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"I'll take that as approval then. Perhaps we should both go and get a shower now to cool off." She looked at his expression. "No, we're not going to shower together. We'll do it separately. I don't think I trust either of us just now."





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"Harder! Make me come again David, before you shoot into me."

He re-doubled his efforts, taking hold of her shoulders to prevent her from moving away from him. The increased speed of his strokes had the desired effect; Sandra's head swung wildly from side to side as she reached her climax. David slowed afterwards, but still kept thrusting. Amazingly, he had still not come yet. He almost ached with the need for release. He slipped from her stretched pussy and asked her to turn over.

Sandra felt exhausted already, but she turned over and got up onto all fours. David positioned himself behind her and slipped his penis back inside. In this way he was able to hold her hips and thrust deep within her. The slapping sounds of his thighs connecting with her buttocks, mingled with the slurping sounds of his cock moving rapidly in and out of her pussy filled the room.

Finally, David reached his own orgasm. He shot so much semen into Sandra, that before he had finished it was leaking out around the sides in a frothy cream that ran down her thighs. The feeling of this was enough to push Sandra over the edge again. Satisfied at last, they fell upon the bed, still coupled, and fell sound asleep.

When they awoke a few hours later, Sandra could feel David still inside of her. She used her vaginal muscles to alternately grip and release his penis. His erection grew within her – a most remarkable sensation. Soon, he began to thrust once more, attempting to satisfy them both again and again.

It was going to take some explaining to the parents and friends, but all they ever wanted in the world from now on was; each other.