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Act 01

By: WFEATHER



I was home for the summer between my Junior and Senior years of college when my older brother Bryce was working out west. Because of his annual summer job, he was unable to acquire the things he needed for an apartment once he went to grad school, so throughout the summer, I often spent Saturday and Sunday mornings with our mother scouring the flea markets and garage sales for things he would need. Toward the end of the summer, I remember our father coming along with us one Saturday morning, and the parents were both pleasantly surprised when at the first garage sale of the day, they spotted a wooden bed frame. It had seen better days, but with our father's know-how, it would be a good project for him to repaint the bed frame and make it look nice once again. Even though it would take some time despite the horrendous hours he was working at the time, it would still be cheaper than buying a new bed frame from a decent store. 

I could not make the trip to grad school with him with Bryce officially left the nest, but as we hugged, he said softly and honestly into my ear, "Come for a visit whenever you want, sis." 

"I will," I assured him, and a few minutes later, he and our father were gone, towing the U-Haul trailer behind the SUV. 

A few months, as I was seriously considering where I wanted to go for grad school, I arranged to spend a long weekend with Bryce. His grad school was the third of my official visits, but because I had briefly visited once previously during the summer, I already "knew" the campus and the surrounding area; the main goal of the long weekend would be to meet several professors and students in the Romance Languages Department and hopefully sit in on one or two classes. 

One of the reasons I was primarily interested in the same grad school Bryce attended was because he was there; in fact, if I was accepted to the same university, he and I planned to move in together to help keep our costs down, an idea our mother supported because she did not really want her only daughter living alone in a major city. The other reason was public transportation: between the busses and the light rail system, there was no reason to own a car unless I planned to make a lot of excursions outside the city – in fact, that was one of the main reasons Bryce had selected that particular university for grad school, and since being a university student allowed him a steep discount on annual passes for the entire public transportation system, the cost differential compared to owning a car was beyond compare. 

Bryce met me at the airport on a Thursday night, and for the first time, I took the light rail line from the airport to the city center. He had mentioned previously that he did much of his shopping using the light rail, and I could see why: A number of shopping centers, malls, restaurants, and entertainment venues had been built directly long the light rail line, and since the trains (and the busses) ran twenty-one hours per day, customers and employees could easily stay late and still get home. On both sides of the rail line, beyond the businesses, I could see numerous houses and apartment complexes, making the light rail system an integral part of the city's commuting options. 

Once downtown, we needed to change to the bus system. We only needed to wait two minutes for one of the two bus lines which flanked the university area. Again, I was quite impressed. 

We ended up walking across main campus, and although it looked familiar, it also looked a bit different, probably because I had visited two other major universities in the previous weeks and one of them had a similar "feel" to it. Still, just being there in Bryce's presence gave this third university an edge in my mental ranking of the three possibilities, especially as he related a few stories about his experiences thus far in the buildings we passed. 

Once we arrived at his apartment, Bryce ordered pizza while I set my bags at the foot of his bed. For a moment, I cringed as I thought of how much homework I would need to do Sunday night after my return to college, but I quickly set that aside and returned to him just as my brother finished ordering the pizza online. 

A few hours later, it was time for bed. "I'll sleep on the futon tonight," Bryce assured me. 

"Are you sure?" I asked. "The bed's large enough for two." 

He looked at me curiously. "Are you sure you don't mind?" 

"I don't mind," I replied honestly. "We shared a bed a few times when relatives would visit, remember?" 

"True, but we were... what, less than ten years old then." 

"And as I recall, I didn't kick you out of the bed then, and I don't plan to now." 

He shrugged. "Fair enough." 

Bryce had long tended to shower at night – "It's so there's one less thing to do in the morning if I'm running late," he had once explained to me – so while he was showering, I went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. That was when I noticed something different: 

There was a scuff mark on one of the bedposts, just below the level of the mattress, and it was angled upward with the highest point very close to the top of the mattress. The mark itself was not very deep or very wide, but when looking closely, it was definitely prominent. I was uncertain exactly what had caused me to notice it at all, but somehow, it had attracted my attention. 

...and that had caused me to wonder... Moving around the bed, I saw a nearly identical scuff mark on the opposite post of the headboard. That really set my mind to working... 

I purposely waited until Bryce and I were both in bed. It was mostly dark, with just a little light from the nearly streetlamp coming through the curtains. 

"This is a little strange," I admitted quietly. 

"What's strange?" my brother asked. "Just being here?" 

"That," I acknowledged, "but also just sharing a bed with someone." 

"Ah. Yeah, I suppose it's a bit awkward to share a tiny dorm room bed with your roommate just a few feet away." 

"Very true. Too true. I know that she's making use of having the dorm room to herself while I'm here." 

"I'm sure you'd be doing the same if the situation was reversed." 

"It won't be. She's not going to grad school. She's going straight into the family business, so there's no place she needs to visit in the meantime." 

"I see." 

"Yeah. She's there every night. She might come in rather late, but she's there every night." 

"Yeah. That's one of the benefits of living in an apartment. I can come and go whenever I please and not need to worry about disturbing someone." 

"Well, if I do come here for grad school..." 

"True. I know we've talked about living together." 

"Yeah. I guess we'd need to get a larger apartment, a two-bedroom place." 

"I've got a friend on the third floor with a two-bedroom. While you're here, I can see if we can drop by so you can see what a two-bedroom looks like in this building." 

"That'd be great." 

A short silence passed. "Just curious..." I began, then hesitated. 

"Curious about...?" 

I took a deep but quiet breath as I faced my brother in the darkness. "Do you tie down or do you prefer to be tied down?" 

"Huh?" 

"The scuff marks on either end of the headboard." 

Bryce was silent for a moment. "Wow, you're really perceptive." 

I was right. Part of me was elated to know that I was right. 

"I like to have a woman tied down," my brother admitted. "I like the feeling of power it gives me. I also like having her helpless, putting her trust in me that I won't truly hurt her or take complete advantage of her." 

"I see..." In my mind's eye, I could see my brother perched over a naked woman bound to the headboard looking up at him with pleading eyes as he gently rubbed her between her thighs to make her squirm. 

We were both silent, and it felt somewhat uncomfortable. For a brother and sister to be talking about sex at all was odd. For a brother and sister to be talking about bondage in particular... 

"This is an odd conversation," he finally said. 

"Yeah..." 

"But I do wonder..." 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"How did you know?" 

I smiled, although I don't know that Bryce could see it in the darkness as I faced him, since the little light was coming from behind me. "Things I've heard, things I've read about." 

"I see. Curious?" 

That was a very bold question, but since I had opened the door by asking about whether he preferred to tie or be tied, I knew that I had to answer him. "Yeah," I replied, feeling a warmth in my belly just from admitting to the curiosity. 

Then Bryce surprised me by reaching up to caress my cheek. "If you want," he offered, "I can show you while you're here. You don't need to get naked or anything. I can simply tie you to the bedposts so you can get a sense of what it's like." 

I thought about that for a moment. My last boyfriend during my Junior year of college had confessed to wanting to tie me down while having sex with me, but I had not allowed him to do it. Somehow, I had not trusted him in that way. But Bryce... 

I knew that I could trust my older brother. He had never hurt me and had always had my best interests in mind. He was a natural teacher, able to explain the most difficult concepts in terms I could easily understand, and he seemed to take a genuine pleasure and even pride in showing me new things. If anyone was worthy of teaching me about bondage, it was Bryce. 

...but Bryce was my brother. That would be a little odd, especially if I was to be topless or naked. While he had said that I would not need to undress, it almost did not seem "right" to be tied down and not at least topless, not for an activity like bondage which is typically considered to be sexual. 

"I'll think about it," I assured him. "I'd love to try it with someone I trust, but, well..." 

"I know," he said, silencing me. "The shared blood thing, right?" 

I sighed softly. "Yeah." His hand was still stroking my cheek, and it felt really good – better than I would have expected. 

"Well, the offer stands," Bryce reiterated. "Just say it and I'll make it happen for you, sis." 

"Thanks, Bryce." I genuinely meant it. Only then did he finally retract his hand, and we slowly drifted into slumber. 

*****

The morning was a little awkward, but we somehow got through it without either of us blushing or looking away sheepishly. My brother accompanied me to the Romance Languages Department, then went to go teach his undergrad class of the day with a promise to meet me for lunch. 

The morning was spent meeting with a professor and then sitting in on her 20th Century French Literature class. Afterward, I spoke with several of the grad students, and I had a very good feeling about the program, although they did advise me that one of the professors who was close to retirement was a lecher which was also often tipsy, if not completely drunk, but that ideally he would be retired by the time I came there for grad school. 

Bryce and I met for lunch, then I returned to the department and met several other professors and some of the staff. After that, I enjoyed some time on my own exploring the campus and the surrounding area, including spending about thirty minutes in a small but cozy coffee shop just outside the main gate to the university. 

The late afternoon was spent together in my brother's favorite area of the city. There was a large independent bookstore which had somehow defied the threats of the national chains, and we spent quite some time there, roaming separately for a while before meeting again and perusing the shelves together. Then we finally returned to the apartment. 

It was an interesting time to return. The building was owned by the university, and all the tenants were grad students. Being a Friday evening in a building with students as tenants, it probably should not have been a surprise to hear a couple having rather loud sex, but it was still a bit awkward. Bryce and I glanced at each other a few times and smiled shyly, but that was our only acknowledgement of the screams and shouts coming from the second floor. Fortunately, by the time we arrived at my brother's apartment, we were out of earshot of the sounds leaking through someone's walls, although the awkwardness was still present. 

Dinner was leftover pizza, and then we watched a Scooby-Doo cartoon on Boomerang. In a way, it was just like when we were growing up: watching cartoons together, especially on Saturday and Sunday mornings. 

As soon as the cartoon had ended, I turned to him. "Tie me up?" I requested. 

As a Boomerang promo ran in the background, Bryce simply looked at me. "Are you sure, sis?" 

"Yeah," I replied, adding a nod. It was somewhat of an impulse to make such a request, but throughout the day, the desire to be tied to the bedposts – specifically, the desire for Bryce to tie me to his bedposts – had been slowly gnawing at the back of my mind. 

"Okay," he said, standing and stretching before reaching for the remote control and turning off the television. "I'll go get ready. Wait here a few minutes, okay?" 

"Okay." While he went to the bedroom, I went into the kitchen to drink some water, in part to calm the butterflies which were coming to life in my stomach. I was about to be tied down for the first time, and while Bryce was the person I would certainly be most comfortable with in such a situation, there was still a significant nervousness trying to consume me. 

I looked out the narrow window of the kitchen, watching a happy couple emerging from the house on the other side of the fence. He locked the door, then turned to her and kissed her. They were both dressed like they were headed to a night at the opera, and in a way, I was a little jealous. 

Then again, I had not come to go to the opera. I had come to visit the university and get a feel for the area, and also to spend some quality time with my older brother. 

"Quality time" was definitely about to gain a new meaning. I tried to envision myself on my back on his bed, my arms spread wide, my wrists wrapped with rope and secured to the bedposts. I was still wearing the nice outfit I had worn to campus, the one with the slightly-snug blouse which would cause my breasts to naturally strain against it from within, which would almost definitely attract plenty of attention from Bryce as he bound me for the first time. 

I was about to go to the bedroom when I simply thought, Fuck it. I drained the last of the water in the glass and then went back into the living room. Whatever happens happens, I decided, although I stopped one more time to close my eyes and take a deep breath before continuing on to the bedroom. 

I was a little surprised to find the bedroom was mostly dark. The only internal light came from the emergency light he kept on top of the dresser, providing enough light to see adequately but still being dim enough that in another context, it would be almost romantic. There was still some light coming in from the living room, but once I had entered the bedroom, Bryce closed the door. 

We stood and looked at each other for a moment before he spread his arms, and I stepped forward into my brother's hug. It felt good: warm, comforting, protective. My nervousness slowly faded, and despite myself, I was almost melting into him. When he lifted a hand and began to stroke the back of my head, I had to wonder if he was thinking of me as the little sister he was about to introduce to bondage or as just a regular young woman who was about to be tied down for the first time. 

"Ready?" he asked quietly, and in response, I lifted my head from his chest and looked up at him with a nod and a slightly-nervous smile. 

As if in a slow-motion dream or memory sequence from a soap opera, it seemed to take a long time to cross the short distance to my brother's bed. Although I had slept in the very same bed alongside him the previous night, it felt strange to mount the bed and turn over onto my back. I had doffed the low heels upon our return to the apartment, but otherwise I was still dressed as I had been on campus during the day, and suddenly the narrow skirt and the slightly-snug blouse both seemed rather restrictive as I tried to position myself. 

"That's it," I heard Bryce praise me. "Just like that. Now give me your wrist..." 

I never could figure out from where my brother had suddenly produced it: a black leather cuff. It was nice and certainly had received a bit of use... more than what might have been expected from someone in grad school for only a few months. While it was very basic, with no adornments other than its buckle system and a small silver ring to which could be attached a snap-hook or rope or something similar, simply seeing it made the impending helplessness all the more real, and I believe it was that sudden sense of reality, of recognizing that things I had thought about and informally researched online for several years, which caused me to consciously move my right wrist toward him... 

Unfortunately, I do not remember the actual securing of the leather cuff, nor the securing of its twin around my left wrist. I only remember feeling a deep sense of calm as a length of rope was strung through the ring on the left cuff. My brother pulled on the rope, which caused my wrist to be drawn closer and closer to that end of the headboard, stretching my arm, causing my chest to strain a bit against the inside of my red blouse... 

Bryce dropped to one knee for a moment, and when he stood again, my left wrist was effectively immobilized. I still had full use of my wrist arm, but I was essentially bound. I looked in pleasant disbelief at my own wrist, encircled with the strip of leather, trapped within that narrow enclosure until my brother decided to free me. 

"What's your safeword?" he asked, seemingly out of the blue. From my unofficial research online, I knew exactly what he meant, what he wanted and truly needed to know, and even though my head was really beginning to swim with so many thoughts and emotions at having just a single wrist secured to one end of his bed, I responded quickly, perhaps even too eagerly: 

"Paris." 

Bryce smiled. "Fitting," he commented. "Incredibly fitting." 

With that, he made his way around the bed once again, moving more slowly – or perhaps my mind was having trouble processing his movement as I tracked him with my eyes. And then, seemingly suddenly, another rope was being strung through the ring on the cuff surrounding my right wrist, and moments later, I was truly helpless, with no way to flee on my own if the building suddenly caught fire. My nervousness returned, causing my chest to heave, the blouse being stretched across my breasts, and even though I closed my eyes to try to calm myself, I could feel his eyes stroking me, focusing on my chest, and somehow, that calmed me. 

...or perhaps I was simply wishing that my brother's eyes were roaming over my chest, but even if that was the case, I still felt a bit calmer, less nervous, more at ease, which was really quite perplexing given that I had never considered Bryce as anything more than a brother and a mentor. 

I felt the right side of the bed dip slightly as he sat beside me. "Take a moment to just drink it all in," he advised me. 

I did, and the first thing that I realized was just how wide a queen-size bed really is. The previous night, I had had a sense of its width simply from the two of us sharing the bed and not being irrevocably squished against each other. With my arms stretched wide like an eagle soaring on the wind, part of me reveled at the position, at the slight strain I felt in my arms, and at how being forced to hold that position made me more aware of the natural snugness of my blouse. 

Before my mind could focus on anything else related to my desired predicament, I felt Bryce moving on the bed, and then felt his hand again caressing my cheek. Instinctively, I turned my face into his open palm, finding a tenderness, a sweet gentleness there which I had never suspected might exist – not from him. Perhaps it was the "advantage" of having my own brother being the one to teach me about bondage: He had a vested interest in making it a good first experience for me, and perhaps that caused him to be so gentle, so caring with me. 


Act 1



The sun shone warm through the window as Sarah stretched out on the sofa awaiting the arrival of her package from Australia Post, it was a warm, nearly hot day of about 28 degrees. It was about 11am when the doorbell rang; rising from the sofa she wrapped a chiffon wrap around herself and shuffled to the door. 

Andrew had been having a bad day all round, first the alarm didn’t go off so he was late for work, so there was no time to pleasure himself in the shower as he usually did most mornings due to his high rate of sexual drive, then upon getting to work the boss says "take this package out to 28 Seaside St Northland," "Northland" he said "I am likely to get mugged or worse in that part of the world", but knowing there was no option he complied and headed off to deliver this package which was a cardboard tube about 8" long and 3"around. Wonder what this could be he mused as he climbed into the truck.

So Sarah opens the door and is greeted by dark brown piercing eyes a cute smile tight stubby shorts, with a bulge that looked very inviting, gathering her thoughts quickly she said, "Yes can I help you?" Help me Andrew thought yes you could get on your knees now and take away this pain I have right about here, Smiling at the thought and not remembering Sarah standing in front of him, he is awakened out of his reverie by "is there something funny here” Snapping back to reality he says sorry I was just thinking how hot it is today and that I have a very busty I mean busy day today, Smiling at the fox pax Sarah says "well the least I can do is offer you a drink of something before I send you off into the heat of the day."

Moving aside to let him in, he brushes past her chest, the feel of his body rubbing on her breasts makes her nipples erect almost immediately, not meaning to notice but unable not to, he sees the rise in her chest as the nipples became erect, "maybe you have the air conditioning on too high in here it looks like it is a little cold in here” Andrew says, then realising he is on the job starts to apologise for his insensitive remark.  No need to apologise she says, I guess it is just the fact I have been without a man in this house now for so long it seems that it should be I who is apologising to you for my uncontrollable urges. "We all have needs lady" he says as he stands in the kitchen very aware of the ever growing bulge in his shorts, Not one to miss this sort of thing Sarah walks over and says "Seems to me you have some needs of your own" as she gently squeezes the bulge in his shorts. "Now I can get in lots of trouble for this sort of thing so please refrain,” he says. "Lets just call it our little secret ok" Sarah says as she lowers herself down to the floor and kneels before him, his cock very hard behind the fabric of the shorts, pulling his shorts down, his erect penis jumps up to stare her in the face "My you are a big boy" she says as she begins to caress his huge member with her hand. 

Andrew cannot believe his luck after such a rotten start to the day. Moaning quietly he runs his hands through her hair and begins to pull her head forward to meet his throbbing cock, she is very eager to feel his cock inside her warm wet mouth so opening wide she slides his very thick (or so he is told) cock into her mouth and begins to rock backwards and forwards on it. Andrew could just about drop a load any second the way this woman is going for his cock, but shows a little will power and controls the urge to spurt his warm cum deep into her mouth, you will taste me soon enough lovely lady he thinks. She continues to suck and lick his cock as the waves of passion begin to fill his balls, the ache of expectation, knowing all to soon he will discharge a warm load into this inviting orifice is beginning to take over and he senses that he is going to cum. Seeming to sense this Sarah leans back off his cock, and smiles up at him "I’m nearly ready but not quite" she says, as she gives his balls a quick squeeze to take the edge of his orgasm. Laying on the floor she says "Lower yourself onto my face” Which without any further prompting he does, again she opens her mouth to take him but instead of taking his cock in her mouth she takes his balls in her mouth and begins to lick and suck them moaning with the pleasure she is giving herself in pleasing this superb specimen of a man, Andrew moans as he feels the warmth of her mouth surround his balls and feels her tongue play over them also, all the time she is stroking his cock up and down feeling it grow in her hands as it reaches ever closer to exploding it's load all over her, moving her mouth away from his balls she begins to lick the skin between his balls and arse the sensation just about sends him into orgasm, opening his cheeks she licks around his arse the feeling of doing such an intimate thing to a total stranger sends her off into a fit of moaning as she begins to enjoy the experience, Andrew opens himself up fully to her letting himself enjoy this most erotic of experiences knowing full well that soon enough he would be repaying this wonderful lady in kind for her fabulous attention.

Rolling him off her she lays on his legs and begins to suck at his throbbing cock, knowing that this time there is no stopping, the sense of enjoyment she will feel when he pours his love juice into her mouth will be fantastic and she feels a shiver of pleasure run along her body in anticipation. Sucking hard now she begins to stroke his cock up and down up and down, Andrew’s breathing is getting quicker as he approaches his climax grabbing her hair he pulls her deep onto his cock she feels it at the back of her throat and needs to pull forward slightly to avoid choking it is so big. Sucking machine like she feels his body stiffen as the first wave of the orgasm hits his body, a few seconds later she feels the warm cum enter her mouth she tastes the saltiness of it as it runs down the back of her throat, he pulls her head off his cock just as the second spurt of cum jumps from his cock hitting her lips full on, she looks up his body at him and smiles as she licks the cum from her mouth and face. She continues to suck him taking all the juice he has and then licking his member clean as she moans in ecstasy at what has just transpired, "I should have packages delivered every day" she thinks as she lays across his legs milking the last of his cum then licking it gently off the tip of his cock. "That was the best blow job I have ever had,” he says as they untangle themselves from the floor.

"Now let me attend to you and give you the best oral sex you have ever had,” he says as he stands and leads her to a bedroom off the kitchen.

The sun shone brightly through the lace as they walked out of the kitchen and into Sarah bedroom. “Well I did promise you the best oral sex you have ever had” Andrew says, “And after what you have just done for me I think I had better really look after you” So as they stand in the doorway he begins to undress her, not that there is too much to take off after there last little effort, but he takes off her top exposing her beautiful tits, giving them a hard squeeze as he does so. “I love my tits getting rough attention she moans” as she slides her hand up and down his hard cock, “But I want your cock deep in my mouth as you lick my cunt” “Well I guess since you have already been so good to me how can I refuse” he says.

Pushing her back onto the bed he takes off her g-string exposing a lovely mound of moist flesh. Eagerly Andrew goes straight to the clit giving it a hard suck and then a long lick, Sarah moans with pleasure as she feels the intense sensation of his tongue on her swollen clit, arching her back she pushes herself hard into his face feeling his tongue slide ever deeper into her wet cunt, she gasps as he drives his tongue in and out of her, tasting all her juice as he hungrily eats her out. Rolling her over onto all fours he pushes his face deep into her, enjoying the fact she is getting off so much on what he is doing to her. Pulling her cheeks wide apart to show all her pink wetness he slides his fingers deep into her she squeezes her cunt around his hand and begins to push back and forth into him, moaning all the time. “You are so fucking good at what you do” she says, as they continue to enjoy themselves, Andrew leans down and begins to lick her arse as she fucks his hand, the sensation of his tongue playing over her arse sends an extra wave of pleasure through her as she contracts in orgasm for the first of many times this day. “Oh baby, lick me deep” she says between gasps as the intensity of her orgasm blurs her vision. “Let me be your little fucking whore” she pleads “let me do to you as you do to me, everything you want with no inhibitions” 

Pushing her roughly over onto her back he brings his cock around to her face and as he slides his tongue over her wet cunt he slides his manhood deep into her waiting mouth “What a woman this is” he thinks as he begins to slide in and out of her mouth. She is moaning loudly now at the attention he is giving her cunt, with the added desire she feels at having such a big cock all to herself, the thought brings on another wave of orgasm “That’s number 2” she thinks between mouthfuls “But who’s counting” She feels his cock getting larger and knows that all to soon he will be unloading with some more of that wonderful warm juice of his into and onto her face and mouth, the thought of his cum warm and thick is wonderful and she shudders in desire and expectation.

She begins to suck his balls while stroking his cock, tasting his body and feeling the waves of pleasure surge through him, she plays her fingers over his arse rubbing it gently, licking the skin just under his arse he shudders as a wave of electricity runs through him making him just about cum on the spot. “Hold on big boy” she says “I have plans for that cum” as she continues to taste his balls and arse revelling in the pleasure it is giving him. 

Andrew is getting fully into the sensation of having a warm wet cunt plus a warm wet mouth for his cock together and is busy tasting and licking her cunt as she in turn tastes and licks him. He begins to finger her again while licking her clit, her cunt is so open and wet he pushes first three then four fingers deep into her willing hole, she is bucking wildly now as her cunt is being filled to overflowing, “Give me all you have” she screams “open me wide and fill me totally” she says as another orgasm rocks her body. So he curls his fingers inside her and then gently pushes the rest of his hand into her, her legs are wide to accept him as his four fingers turns into a fist and he pushes gently at first then with more force into her now very full cunt. “Oh yes baby, fuck me hard” she says as he pushes in and out of her “Let me cum while you fist me” she pleads as the sensation of having such a big object in her cunt causes her to shudder in orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure fills every inch of her body as she pushes into his fist faster and faster, he feels her body stiffen as the final climax rocks her body forcing a whimper from her lips as she is so overcome she cannot speak. Sensing that she has taken all she can for the time being, he slowly slides his fist out of her, then lightly kisses her clit to the sounds of her voice saying “Thank you, thank you, thank you”

Gaining her composure somewhat, she starts to tongue his cock again sliding up and down the shaft, feeling his manhood getting harder and bigger as he approaches climax. His is thrusting into her mouth now and it is only moments till she will taste his wonderful cum again. She begins to stroke his cock up and down while it waits poised over her mouth ready to explode. He rocks with the rhythm of her strokes on his cock, as she feels it grow larger in her hand, a gasps escapes his lips as the first volley of warm juice flows onto her lips she licks hungrily at it tasting his manhood loving the pleasure she is giving him eager to do all the things he desires of her, he convulses as a second wave of cum jumps from his cock onto her face and lips, he pushes his cock down onto her face sliding up and down while she wraps her lips around the shaft and begins to slide up and down the warm cum making it a wonderfully slippery sensation. Rolling him over onto his back she looks up his body with his cum all over her, she smiles at him with dreamy eyes, as he looks down at her smiling. With no words necessary. 

© Bones1960, 2002



Act 1 Scene 1



Cast of Characters

Princess Prissy – a prissy princess Lenore the whore – a whore named Lenore Burly Tattoo/Piercing Artist – a burly bearded man who is a tattoo and piercing artist Narrator – a person who narrates

Scene: A street

Princess Prissy approaches Lenore the whore.

Princess is wearing a modest white blouse and a dark skirt with practical pumps. Lenore is wearing a skin tight red spandex tube top and a black spandex mini skirt with black vinyl knee high boots sporting a 3" spiked heel.

Princess Prissy: My life is so boring. I need excitement. Is your life exciting?

Lenore: (looks bored) Sometimes....what you looking for then, sugar?

Princess: (shrugs) Something new, something different. You're a whore. You know.

Lenore: Know what?

Princess: SEX! I'm talking about sex.

Lenore: You want to get some? Or just talk about it?

Princess: (giggles) Both.

Lenore: You are too uptight. First we got to loosen you up some girl. Come on.

Princess: (smiles and follows Lenore down the street and into a tattoo/piercing parlor) Can we talk about sex here?

Inside is Burly. He is a big burly man with long hair and lots of facial hair. He is wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt to show off the tattoos on his arms. He is also wearing a fine pair of faded jeans and a thick black belt to hold them up.

Lenore: (thinks) Sure. Talk. Get. Whatever. (turns to Burly) Dude, this princess craves excitement.

Burly: (grins) Does she? I got some right here. (grabs his crotch)

Lenore: (hands up) Hold it, dude. One thing at a time. Right now, she is too much of a princess to get some. Maybe a piercing.

Burly: Okay...what?

Lenore: (looks over Princess) Mmmm, nipples?

Princess: (shakes head) No way, no way. Not getting my nipples pierced.

Lenore: Are too.

Princess: Am not.

Lenore: Are too.

Princess: Am not.

Lenore: Are too.

Princess: Am not.

Lenore: Am not

Princess: Are too. (gasps) You tricked me.

Lenore: (laughs as she unbuttons Princess shirt and exposes her big fat nipples) She's ready.

Burly: (comes over with the piercing gun, loaded with stainless steel studs) Got your studs right here.

Lenore: Won't hurt a bit.

Princess: I bet it does.

Lenore: It won't.

Princess: It will.

Lenore: Won't

Princess: Will!

Burly: Done

Princess: (gasps) You tricked me again!

Burly: But look how pretty you look. (hands her a mirror so she can admire her pierced nipples) Now remember to keep them clean with alcohol once a day. And leave these studs in until the holes heal.

Princess: (admires her nipples in the glass) They do look nice. (smiles)

Lenore: (agrees) They do, now time to pay the man.

Princess: Pay him? I don't have any money.

Lenore: Honey, you don't need money down here.

Burly: I prefer payment in trade anyway. (Grins and grabs himself). On your knees, princess.

Princess: (blinks) What?

Burly: (places his hands on Princess' shoulders, easing her to the floor. Then he unzips his pants, pulling out his thick hard one). Open up.

Princess: (blinks) What?

Burly: (slides his cock inside her pretty pink lips) Nice. (places his hands on top of her head, pulling her close) Real nice. (begins pushing his thick hard cock deep into her mouth, slipping it back out again only to push it back down) She's a natural, Lenore.

Lenore: (looking bored) Yeah, yeah. Fuck her mouth and get it over with so we can move on.

Burly: Don't rush me! (Starts rolling his hips a bit faster though, thrusting his tool in and out of the wet facecunt of the Princess. Moaning)...she's good.

Princess: (mouth full of cock) rrrmmmrgggmmmm

Burly: That's it, princess. Take it all. (Hands tighten on the back of her head, pulling her in, while the cock hammers down into her throat) Nice slick tight throat. Sweet. (Hips rolling, pressing against her face now as he pushes harder and harder into her mouth.) God damn, she has got a great mouthpussy, Lenore. A sweet fuck. 

Lenore: (yawns) Says you.

Princess: (mouth full of cock) rrrmggaghlmmmrrrrrr

Burly: (groaning) Almost there, yeah baby. (Hips slapping against her face now as he drives down into her throat, pistoning in and out like a jackhammer.) Here it comes. Swallow it! (Then he blows, thick streaming jets of cum shoot from his cock and down her throat. He moans and groans while she whimpers, trying to swallow it all.)...Fuck yeah....sweet... (Done, he takes himself from her mouth and stuffs himself back in his pants, closing them up.) Princess, you come back anytime. (He pats her on the head.)

Princess: (looks up at him, stunned, as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand) mmmm...okay...

Lenore: (with a touch of impatience) Come on, princess. We have more people to see. (walks over, grabs Princess by the arm and leads her out of the tattoo/piercing parlor)

End Scene. 



Act 1 Scene 1: Fucking Ashley



One

The drive from downtown had taken forever. Traffic was backed up at every stop light from the rain. I didn't mind because I had spent the time thinking about fucking Ashley. 

My thoughts had drifted from one fantasy to another for miles, but all arrived at the same image of my cock pushing its way into her soft, wet pussy. I could feel wetness of my own as my dick throbbed in my pants. Unfortunately, the way things had been going lately, there was a good chance I would wind up masturbating as soon as I got home, blowing a load of perfectly good sperm all over myself for relief.

Ashley had not seemed interested in sex recently. Not the way she used to be, when we first met. We used to fuck every chance we got - and she never worried about getting a run in her nylons or my cum on her dress. In fact, she used to kind of like things a little nasty, but something had changed, and it had left me frustrated.

It seemed that we communicated about everything else in our lives except sex. I wondered if we had reached a new level of closeness and comfort in our relationship at the expense of the hot sex we had once had. If that was it, I worried that we could never get back. Now it seemed there was an unspoken discomfort; neither of us able to break the routine of expected behavior; neither of us talking about our lovemaking anymore. 

Ashley still had the same great legs and body that had given me a hard-on the first time I ever saw her, but she rarely wore dresses anymore. I was sure that she still remembered my attraction to her legs, especially when she was dressed up in stockings or pantyhose and heels, but for some time now she just didn't act like it.

I finally pulled onto our rain-soaked street and drove up the hill to our driveway. It was nearly dark, the dusk coming earlier tonight because of the clouds. As I stepped out of the car, the fresh smell of wet autumn leaves filled the cool air. It had stopped raining and the wind was coming up in gusts. Looked like a good night for a fire. As I entered the house I noticed that there were no lights on. That was strange. Ashley worked at home, so she was just about always there when I arrived, and her car was in the driveway. 

I went through the kitchen and into the living room. I was just about to turn the light on when I noticed a flickering glow coming from the den. For a split second I thought maybe the house was on fire and my adrenaline kicked in, but then I realized it was only the fireplace. And that's what I walked into the room expecting to see. 

I didn't expect to see a variety of candles placed on top of our grand piano. Red, yellow, green, blue, purple, white – all colors and sizes – pleasing scents filling the air. Music I had never heard was playing softly on the stereo. It was instrumental, but instead of being slow or sappy, it cast a mood that was sensual and exotic. And there leaning on the piano, her back to me, stood Ashley.

The glow of the candles backlit her shining, dark hair. "Hey, what's...," I started to speak but she simply raised her hand in a way that silenced me. She turned her head and gave me a look I hadn't seen in a long time. That's when everything I was looking at finally registered.

She had a dress on. It was black with a low cut back, and a hem line half way up her thigh. It was a light, silk-like material, fitting her shapely form closely. I noticed the way it hung from her ass, the hem swaying with the least little movement. She was wearing black nylons and black heels. I didn't know yet if they were stockings or pantyhose, but I had a feeling I was going to find out soon.

Ashley's full red lips parted slightly in a smile, and looking me in the eyes, she motioned with her finger for me to approach. Completely unaware that I had stopped moving and was staring, I did as she requested.

Upon reaching her I slowly leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met only briefly. She gave my mouth a slight brush with the tip of her tongue and then turned away from me again and leaned forward on the piano. She gave me one more quick, hot sideways glance then stuck her ass out and arched her back.

I eased my hands onto her hips and slowly increased the pressure until they were firm. Then I slid them slowly down the outside of her dress until they were on her ass. I caressed her there for a few seconds, then continued moving my hands down. They passed from her dress to her legs and the smooth nylon material. I moved my hands to the inside of her thighs and brought them up – she was wearing stockings. 

I lifted the back of her dress up and positioned it on her back. At last I was seeing what my hands had explored - Ashley's perfectly rounded ass, with a purple silk thong strap in the middle of it, lace-topped black stockings covering her shapely thighs. I rubbed my hand on the silk patch of material covering her pussy. Already the dampness was starting to soak through, and my cock was aching painfully.

I caressed between the mounds of her ass with the edge of one hand, then firmly grabbed them with both hands. As I squeezed them she gave a soft moan. I continued exploring her ass with my hands, pulling the thong strap aside and running my fingers from her asshole to her pussy. After several moments of a good butt massage, I bent down and started kissing her lightly. She responded with more soft sighs and by widening the stance of her legs.

Getting on my knees, I traced the edge of her thong strap with the tip of my tongue. I put my head directly underneath her and licked her slit, pushing my tongue against her clit and into her hole as far as I could from that position. Her juices were really starting to come alive and I could see her glistening in the glow of the firelight. I stopped for a few seconds, in awe of the beautiful sight of her sex.

I wanted this to last, so I moved down and began softly kissing and licking her thighs. She kept inching her legs wider and was bending her knees slightly, her pussy searching for my mouth again. I continued kissing the nylon material covering her legs.

I took off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants. I had been hard all the way home, and by now I thought my cock was going to burst. I got completely naked and the cool air in the room only intensified the sensation of heat I felt in my throbbing member. The head was purple and the shaft was harder than it had been in months. Sticky, clear fluid was oozing continuously from my hole and my balls were swollen and tight. It took all my willpower not to enter her and fuck her right then. "Not yet," I thought.

I straddled one of her legs with mine and rubbed my dick up and down her thigh, against her stocking. I had to concentrate to keep from cumming. When I felt the sensation start to rise I stopped and tightened my cock muscles. I starting kissing and tonguing her ass again. She responded by slipping out of one of her heels and rubbing my crotch with her foot. 

Ashley had gradually started to move more and more. In the past, when we still had good sex, she had always been pretty vocal. But tonight she was giving only soft sighs and speaking with her body.

She began to grind her cunt against my face, as if telling me my mouth couldn't get close enough, my tongue couldn't get deep enough. The smell and the taste of her pussy were like sweet nectar. Her light moans became louder and more intense until finally, she cried out, "Ohhhhh, fuck..."

I tongued her asshole once more then grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so she was facing me. Still on my knees, I looked up to see her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

I pulled her thong down and slipped it off of her legs. At last her beautiful pussy was facing me. I worshipped its shape, the slit between the lips, her groomed pubic hairs, glistening with my saliva and her wetness. 

I stuck a finger between her labia and massaged her. I found her hole and stuck my finger deep into it. With my other hand I gently found her clit. I separated her folds far enough for my tongue to find its way, and I started licking her.

My licking soon turned to sucking. I sucked her slit, and the velvety folds of skin surrounding her vagina. I sucked and breathed in her very essence while I fucked her with my finger. I quickened the pace until she could take it no longer. Finally, for the first time that night, I heard her voice. "Oh, God, fuck me!" she moaned softly.

I stopped. Leaving my finger in her, I stood up.

"What did you say?" I whispered.

She opened her eyes just enough to look out from her sultry daze. "Fuck me," she said a little louder.

I moved my finger inside her. "What?" I asked stubbornly.

"Fuck me." Her breathing was heavy.

I took her mouth in mine and kissed her long and deep, my tongue exploring hers. I hoped that she could taste herself on me. "I still can't hear you. Say it louder."

She looked me in the eye. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she begged.

I slowly lowered her to the floor at the same time I took my finger out of her. I licked her pussy a few more times while I let my dick and balls rub against her stockings.

I reached around and unzipped her dress and pulled the top of it down. I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and put my hands on her beautiful tits. Her nipples were hard and erect. I took turns licking and sucking them while she squirmed on the floor under me, searching for my dick.

She grabbed my hard shaft and was trying to pull it into her. But I wanted to tease her a little bit longer. I took control of my cock and began rubbing the head of it against her clit. I moved it up and down her wet slit, playing with her pussy lips, teasing her cunt hole. Finally, with her squealing and moaning, I slowly pushed it into the depth of her hot box. At last I was immersed in her – my member surrounded by her velvety, wet pussy. 

As I started pumping, she arched her back to meet me with her cunt at every stroke. I had held back long enough – too long. I slammed my dick into her. I couldn't go hard enough or deep enough. As much as I tried, I simply couldn't last long tonight. I knew I was ready to cum and so did Ashley. "I want to see it. Cum on me!" she cried. I pulled out just in time to watch massive hot jets of sperm shoot from my cock. It splattered on her hair, face, tits, and it just kept coming. With no signs of it slowing down, she grabbed me and shoved me back inside of her. I finished cumming in her twat, feeling my hot juice fill her up. 

I raised myself up with my arms and looked at myself still immersed buried in her. I could see my white jism starting to ooze around the edges of her cock-filled cunt and flow down to her asshole.

Ashley looked at me with glazed eyes and smiled. She pulled me to her and kissed me deep and hard with her tongue. "Did you like that?" she asked innocently. "That was fucking fantastic," I breathed heavily. I started to add, "I didn't think we'd ever have..." She put her finger to my lips to quiet me. "Just enjoy. There's still tomorrow."



Act Four



Fifty years - and it seemed like only yesterday - which is bullshit but a colorful way to commence a tale. My old home town did not look the same and I did not step down off a train - but I digress. I was back for a 50th year highschool reunion - small town, midwest, the city and the state don't matter. In my past were three wives, many homes, multiple jobs, lots of lovers - all the baggage, fond memories and regrets that most of us accumulate. I was unattached, unencumbered but not uninterested in starting something - if only for a day or two. There were no specific old flames on my mind - the only old flame from that place was wife number one who had born me two children and probably still a some animosity and was not likely to be there. In other words - any intimate relationship would be new - for either party. I cruised through town - drove by the old home place and finally parked my car on the city square. The old bandstand in the center of the city park was still there. I noted that my former favorite hang-out - the Rexall Drugstore was still there although no longer affiliated with Rexall - I think that chain folded or was absorbed into another chain. It was still a drugstore and it still had a soda fountain and sitting there and drinking a coke was a woman who looked vaguely familiar. I walked toward her, she turned with a quizzical look on her face and said, "Jerry?"

"And you would be"

"Elaine. It used to be Elaine Jenkins but now it's Elaine Forrester."

"And where is Mister Forrester."

"Long gone," she said.

A bit of background here. Elaine and I had been classmates although we had never dated. She mainly went with an older guy named Gary. Our one big connection had been as co-stars in our highschool senior play - a typical highschool production with one aspect that is forever burned into my memory, several kisses between Elaine and me in act three. She was in her late 60s, as was I, this was our 50th year highschool reunion. Her hair had grayed, as had mine and she'd put on a few middle-aged pounds which, if anything, made her more attractive. She had been very skinny in highschool - me too. We talked for a while, briefly exchanging life histories and it all seemed very comfortable. We discovered that we both had rooms at the only motel in town - interesting. We parted, knowing that we would see each other again that evening at an alumni reception-dance at the American Legion Hall.

I got there at the appointed hour and was pleased to see so many former classmates. We had been a small class - 42 in all and time had taken it's toll but there looked to be 30 to 40 people there - old grads and some spouses. I made the rounds. re-newing acquaintances, swapping life stories, getting up-to-date. After an hour or so a rented dee-jay started spinning records for dancing. Old stuff from the 50s and some newer stuff too. Inevitably I started dancing with Elaine - I don't believe we had ever danced during our school days and was pleased at how good she felt in my arms and how good she smelled. As the evening wore on we both danced with other people but came back to each other. As dance led to dance we danced closer together and I soon developed a woody. I pulled her even closer to me, slowly moving my hand from the small of her back down to the top of her butt. She didn't resist - in fact she moved closer, responding openly to my gentle pressure on her behind, grinding her lower body into mine. I knew that she knew I was hardening.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked.

"I'm having a wonderful time. How about you?"

"Can't you tell?"

She laughed and smiled and moving her lips close to my ear she said,

"Remember act three?"

"Burned forever in my memory. I always wondered what would happen in act four."

"Would you like to find out?"

"Is the pope a Catholic?", I said and taking her hand, we walked off the dance floor. At the door I said "I'll meet you back at the motel."

"I'm in room 234," she replied.

It took just minutes to get to the motel - this was a small town. I parked my car in front of my room and walked the short distance to her room. I knocked and she opened the door.

"Enter, kind sir. Come in and sit a spell," she said.

I laughed and said, "I'd like to do more than just sit - if that's alright with you."

"I believe that can be arranged," she said with a husky voice.

She closed and locked the door and immediately put her arms around me. We kissed - tentative at first, but soon our tongues were dancing and with one hand I began stroking her ass. I pulled back slightly and asked if I could touch her breasts. She nodded her head and I put my hands tenderly

on her tits and gently rubbed and pulled at her nipples. Through her blouse and bra I could feel them harden.

"This is so good," I said. She nodded again, affirmatively.

Moving my hand from her nipples I began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands didn't try to resist me, instead they moved to my shirt buttons. Our shirts fell away, dropping to the floor and I reached out to fully feel her breasts. I put my arms around her and started to unhook her bra. She laughed and said, "This will go faster if I do it." She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, letting it too fall. Her breasts had some middle-aged sag but were nicely formed with a small aureola and hard pink nipples. I leaned down slightly and gently ran my tongue over one nipple and then the other. She groaned. 

"I want you," I said.

"I'm all yours."

I quickly undid my belt, unzipped my fly and dropped my trousers. She pulled down her skirt and we were both by now clad only in skivvies, socks and shoes. I sat down on the bed and pulled off my socks and shoes and she did the same. Standing back up I dropped my boxer shorts to the floor and she peeled off her panties. We looked admiringly at each other and I pulled her close to me once more, the head of my fully-erect penis pressing against her pubic hair. My cock was oozing pre-cum and her pussy emanated that particularly spicy and erotic smell of a woman in heat. She pulled back the bed spread and top sheet and we laid down side by side. We kissed again, deeply, tongues dancing and I fondled her breasts, cupping them in both hands and moving down to her right breast began to suck it sweetly. Then I trailed my right hand down her belly and gently stroked her pussy. I rubbed up and down her wet slit and gradually inserted my middle finger. She groaned again and reached for my hard cock. She began to pull on it, gently at first but then tightening her grip and stroking it faster.

"Slow down," I said and she reluctantly reduced her grip and motion.

I moved my mouth from her breast and slowly began to kiss my way down her belly. "I want to taste you", I said and she responded by opening her legs. I got up from the bed and moved her so her legs were back on the floor. I knelt in front of her and she put one leg on the bed post and the other on my shoulder. I began to lick and kiss her inner thighs, moving slowly to her pungent cunt. Gently putting out my tongue I began to lick her cunt up and down and quickly found her clitoris. It responded nicely to my tongue. "I'm not the only one with a hard-on", I said and she sighed and laughed throatily. Pushing my face fully into her dripping cunt I moved it around, soaking it with her juices.

"God, that feels wonderful," she said. "Let me do you."

"Later," I said, "we have lots of time."

I began to concentrate my mouth and tongue on her engorged clit, licking, nibbling, sucking and then put one and then two fingers into her cunt, stroking in and out and searching for her G spot which I quickly found. Accelerating the motion of tongue and fingers I licked and stroked her deeply.

"Oh baby, you do that so good. You're gonna make me cum."

"That's the idea."

Relentlessly I serviced her and her body began to move up and down in rhythm with my actions. Arching her back and pulling up her legs she cried out, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" and then she orgasmed. I could taste additional liquid coming from her cunt and smiled the smile of a man who knew he had done good work. I stood up and she straightened on the bed and turned her body toward me. I moved toward her, putting my hard cock in front of her mouth and waiting for her response. She pulled me closer and tentatively licked the tip of my penis. She moved closer still and pulled my cock into her mouth and began a wonderfully slow sucking motion with one hand holding my dick and the other fondling my balls. She had a wonderul light touch and an educated mouth. It was obvious this was not her first experience in cock-sucking. I pulled away from her and laid down beside her, spreading my legs. She moved on her knees between them and resumed sucking and fondling.

"You have a wonderful cock."

"You have a wonderful pussy. Let's put them together."

She pulled away and, laying back down, spread her legs invitingly. I knelt before her on my knees and gently with one hand began to move my cock up and down her warm, wet pussy.

"Can I come inside? No pun intended."

She smiled and reaching down, slowly inserted the head of my cock into her welcoming vagina. I pushed in slowly until I was all the way in and kissed her deeply.

"Fuck me, Jerry. Fuck me."

I began to slowly push in and out of her, bringing the head of my cock almost all the way out and then slowly back in again. She put her hands on my ass and matched my motions, moving up and down as best she could while I moved in and out. 

"I'm going to cum," I gasped. 

"Come on, lover, come on, cum inside me"

With one last heroic push my balls spasmed and my semen surged into her. She held me tightly and said, "Fifty years in coming, no pun intended, but what a wonderul new ending to the senior play."



Act It Out



I had this idea for a story but I'd run into a problem setting up the scenario. The basis of the story was that the hero, me, was going to do something without a valid reason, unless you consider wanting to do it for the sake of doing it a reason. Anyway, I had a bit of writer's block where setting up the stage was concerned and it was irritating me.

A bit of background. I'm single, forty, and currently living in a boarding house. I'm a free-lance programmer, taking short term contracts that pay very well. I've squirreled a bit of money away and I do own a house (two actually) which I rent out. My own rental at the boarding house is less than the rents I'm getting in.

There's generally several other boarders at the place but I'm the longest stayer to this point. The owner is a pleasant woman and I get on well with her. Friend-zone only, mind you, as she is my land-lady. She had a daughter of about twenty who lives with her. I've always considered Trudi to be a bit of a prude. The sort of girl who turns down her nose if anyone tells a risqué joke.

Anyway, as I was saying, I'd had this silly little story nagging away at me for several weeks, just irking me because of the missing start-up. Finally, on a Saturday afternoon, I was in the general room of the boarding house watching some cricket when Trudi walked in. 

She smiled and said good afternoon, the way she always done. Always proper, is Trudi, remembering to smile and say hullo to the guests every time she runs into them. Me, I just flicked a glance at her and grunted.

Oddly enough, she called me out on it.

"What is your problem?" she asked. "You've been grouchy for a while now."

So I told her.

"Look, it's like this. I write short stories for a site on the internet. I try to put in a bit of action, a bit of sex, and a bit of humour. It's not deathless prose, but a bit of fun. OK?"

She nodded and I continued.

"Now I've got this story I want to write. I've got the story fairly well worked out except for the start. At the start I want the main character to do something that's out of character and to do it with no real reason for doing it."

"Um, isn't that a little illogical?" she asked, as if I didn't already know that.

"Damn right," I said. "It could have repercussions for the hero. Why would he do something for no reason? But having no reason is the reason I want him to do it, if you get my drift. I need a scenario where something could be used as a reason, no matter how illogical."

"Why don't you run over the character's actions? You know, try to act them out and see how things go. You might be able to see a reason or alternatively decide it's a bad idea and drop it."

I have to admit she had an idea there. Act it out. I considered what I'd be acting out and decided that she'd had a very bad idea. 

Several other things came to mind. It was a Saturday afternoon and all the other boarders were out. So was Trudi's mother. She'd gone to a friend's place and wouldn't be back until the evening. Trudi was young and very attractive and standing right there. She was wearing a sun-dress and when she'd passed in front of the window I couldn't help but note that she had on minimal underwear. 

"Ah, I'm not too sure that would be a good idea. It's not something I can do by myself. Um, if you're not doing anything, do you think you could give me a hand?"

"I'm free," Traci said with a shrug. "What do I have to do?"

"Just react spontaneously," I said. "It will give me an idea of how the female character in the book will react to the hero. OK?"

"Fine," she said, and gave a shocked scream when I grabbed her and jerked her over my knee.

"What are doing," she shrieked when I flicked her dress up away from her bottom, revealing a pretty pair of yellow panties.

"Spanking you," I said, bringing my hand down smartly on her bottom.

"What? You can't do that. Why are you doing that? Stop it."

"It's what the story calls for," I explained, continuing to bring my hand smartly down on her bottom. "The hero spanks the girl for no reason. Although I do think it would probably be better on a bare bottom."

"No. Don't you dare," came the horrified protest, but the panties came down, revealing a very nice bottom, even if it did have a nice red flush already.

"Cut it out," she squealed, legs kicking up and down as the spanking progressed. "You can't do this to me."

"I can. I'm doing it," I pointed out. 

I paused for a moment, hand resting on her bottom.

"Tell me, do you think the hero would finish up taking the girl's dress of, getting her naked?"

"No," came the quick reply.

"I think he would," I said, considering the matter. "We can try it, anyway. If it doesn't seem right you can always put your dress back on."

With that I pushed the sun dress up. Nice thing about sun-dresses. They're so easy to take off. I also paused while pushing it up to undo Traci's bra, letting me push both items up together. It took a bit of wriggling as she was resisting, but both items joined her panties on the floor.

"Yes, that's a lot better," I said, holding a squirming bundle of naked femininity across my lap. "Now, let's get on with this." 

I continued giving Traci a nice little spanking while she continued squirming and protesting. Don't get the idea that I was beating her unmercifully. I was just spanking hard enough to smart and to redden her bottom. There wouldn't even be any bruising, apart to her pride.

Of course, I couldn't go on too long with the spanking. That would have spoilt the effect. I finally wound down with a few friendly pats and just sat there, holding her over my lap.

"That was the reasonless part of the story," I told her. "The man had no right to spank the woman and I really needed to see how she'd react. You reacted very nicely, I must say."

"Bastard," she said, and she said it in a most heartfelt manner. I was quite shocked. "What the hell would he expect to happen after he spanked her for no reason?"

"I'm glad you asked that question," I told her. "He wanted to know how the woman would react physically to the feeling of helplessness at being naked and spanked. Would it excite her or just make her angry?"

"Just make her angry," came the quick response. But I was already checking up on the matter.

"Um, I think you might be telling me a porky," I said, stroking her breast and noting that her nipples were erect. I slid my other hand down between her legs, cupping her mound. "Mmm, definitely telling me a porky. I can feel the heat here."

"No, you can't, and even if you could it doesn't mean anything. He shouldn't have spanked her and she has every right to be angry. Oh, my god. Don't do that!"

While she'd been protesting I'd slipped a finger between her lips, feeling inside her. The heat may not have meant anything but the moisture certainly did. So did the way she moved against my finger. I started rubbing my hand back and forth along her mound, building on her arousal.

"It would, of course, be against the heroic nature of the hero to leave her in a state of arousal," I said softly.

"She wouldn't mind," came the rebuttal. "In fact, she'd refuse point blank to have anything more to do with him."

"Ah, my story," I pointed out. "The hero refuses to take no for an answer and ravishes the woman."

With that I bundled Traci off my knee, and onto the floor. Well, partly onto the floor. I actually had her kneeling on the floor, bending over the couch, my hand on her back holding her there. My other hand was still doing naughty things to her pussy and I almost laughed at the way her bottom was squirming from side to side.

I stood up, even if this did mean relinquishing my hold on Traci. She turned to glare at me, then noticed that I was busy sliding my trousers down. Seeing what had been hidden, she blushed, and quickly turned her head away.

"Oh, come on," she said. "You're not seriously thinking that you can just ravish me and that I'll permit it?"

Damn right I was. I was standing there with my trousers around my knees. There was nothing to stop Traci jumping to her feet and running off to her room and locking the door. If genuinely scared she could sling on a dress and climb out the window and be long gone before I could get her door open. Instead of which she stayed right there, bent over the couch.

"I don't have any choice," I told her, kneeling behind her. I started stoking my cock against her lips, watching them puff up even more, reaching for me. "The story requires it and you're the one who told me to act it out."

I started leaning forward slightly, putting a little pressure against her lips. They obligingly parted, letting me ease past, closing around me as I went.

"Oh, no," Traci said in a gasping voice. "You can't do this. I never agreed to this."

"Actually, I think you'll find you did," I assured her, pushing in a little deeper, gratified to feel her pushing back, letting me in deeper, faster. "You agreed to help me act out the story and this is part of it."

"That's not fair," she wailed. "I didn't know you'd want sex." 

"I did tell you that my stories were about action and sex and a little humour. We had the action and we're having the sex, and don't you find the position you put yourself in a little humorous?" 

"No. Stop pushing on that thing."

"Ah, I'm not sure how to phrase this but I'm no longer pushing into you. I'm just holding still while you're pushing onto me."

There was a moment stunned silence while she reviewed what was happening. Then she gave a gasp and stopped pressing against me, giving me another heartfelt, "Bastard."

I laughed. Not nice, I know, but it did strike me as funny.

"OK. Now I'm pushing," I told her, and drilled in firmly. I was already most of the way inside her and it didn't need much of a drill to slap firmly home.

I have to give Traci full marks for quick thinking. No sooner had my groin slapped against hers and she was rallying.

"That's it," she said quickly. "That counts as ravishment. You can take it out now."

I didn't even deign to answer that. I just gave a gentle nudge to let her know what was coming. She gasped and nudged me back. I slid my hands around and started rubbing her breasts, not hard, but firmly enough to let her know she had them and they were sensitive.

With everything in position to my satisfaction I started taking her properly, pulling back and returning, moving slowly so as to let her arousal build slowly. I saw no reason to hurry.

Traci was moving with me right from the first stroke. She made a little sound deep in her throat and started swaying, helping me to sink in, apparently quite content to move at a slow dreamy pace.

Traci might have been a little reluctant to start with, and might possibly deny everything afterwards, but right now she was superbly content. I won't say she was purring as I stroked her but the soft contented gasps she was giving was as close as she could come without doing so. 

I kept up the slow ravishment, long slow strokes that tantalized, slowly stirring up her arousal and building her excitement. After a few minutes I don't think she knew what was happening, just rocking in place, moaning quietly, completely given over to what she was feeling.

I started building up my speed in slow increments. Traci matched my efforts with no apparent problem and no cessation of her enjoyment. The speed of our union kept increasing and it wasn't all that long before I was taking her hard and fast, having reached a tumultuous rhythm that suited me. 

Apparently the faster style also suited Traci. She was bouncing along in fine style, her soft gasps and moans being replaced by eager squeaks and little screams. She was absolutely burning now, her purring complacency replaced with eager expectation. I adjusted my position and tempo just a trifle and did my best to hold her on that edge.

Fickle creatures, women. Here I was, lifting her to a position of divine expectation, and was she satisfied? She was at first, but then she changed. Her expectation turned to irritation and then she demanding I do more. Instead of "thank you for what you're doing" it was "My god, what are you doing? Finish it, damn you."

I tried to hold firm to my intention to overwhelm her with pleasure, but I have to admit her pleas were starting to get a little strident. I finally capitulated when she turned her head to look at me and called me a bastard. Again. I ask you. My feelings hurt, I accepted she was just naturally contrary.

I also winked at her and drove in even harder. A few fast thrusts and she was shrieking and shaking, mightily relieved to have her climax running over her. I had no objection to my own, either, holding her tight while ejaculated deep inside her.

Traci just sagged down against the couch afterwards. I sat down next to her and, picking her up, I cuddled her on my lap for a while. It wasn't long before she was recovering, taking notice of what was going on around her. She tried to scramble off my lap but didn't really put much effort into it. She relaxed again, still breathing hard.

"You know, that was quite an interesting experience," I murmured. "Um, I've another dozen scenarios for stories I want to do. Would you care to help me out with some of those?"

She reared back, glaring at me.

"No, I wouldn't," she snapped, "and you've got a hell of a nerve asking me. What do you think my mother will say if she finds out what you did?"

"I'm not sure but I suspect we may find out in a minute or two. She just drove up."

There was a loud squeal, a blur of motion, and Traci was gone. I didn't actually see her bend down and grab her clothes but they were also gone. 

I would, I decided, review other scenarios I had in mind. Maybe I could persuade her to help me. It would be fun trying.



Act Naturally



I opened my eyes and stretched my limbs. For some reason, I felt more refreshed than I had in years. A good night's sleep can do wonders for a body. 

I heard a noise emanating from the master bathroom and turned my head to the left to learn its source. An attractive woman stepped briefly into my view before entering the shower. I had to admire her lovely, nicely rounded ass and her very ample but relatively firm tits. She was one sexy woman!

A couple questions immediately came to mind. Who the hell was she? Why was she in my bathroom? The strange woman bore a resemblance to my wife, Bonnie, but the differences had been obvious as soon as I laid my eyes on her ass and tits. My wife's ass is broader and her tits are smaller and far less impressive in every way that could possibly matter.

I remained lying in bed as I considered my situation. I was clearly in my own bedroom and my own bed. The photos on the wall and the pine tree with the red birdhouse outside my window were testimony to my location. This had to be my room and I was almost certain that I was me, so who was she?

I thought back to the previous night and found I had no memory of it! I did remember getting up and eating some Cheerios and reading the morning paper. Try as I would, I was unable to recall anything past that point. How could I even be sure it was yesterday? A very uneasy feeling began to form in my gut as I climbed out of bed and threw on a pair of shorts. As lovely as the naked woman in my shower appeared to be, I simply had to find out what day it was, as well as try to determine what the hell was going on.

I hurried to my home office and fired up my computer. It was March 10, just as I had suspected. Only one day, Friday, was missing from my memory. It was just one day, but judging from the fact that a strange woman was in my bathroom taking a shower, some rather important events must have taken place. 

Mulling over the situation, I meandered into the kitchen lost in thought. As I reached into the cupboard for the Cheerios, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around and saw a vision my mind refused to accept. Sitting at the kitchen table was a pudgy, green haired teenage girl with several piercings in her face. Just what the hell had happened yesterday?

The kid never even looked up from what appeared to be a Smart-phone in her left hand. Her lack of interest allowed me the opportunity to conceal my surprise and regain my composure. Maybe she was a friend of my daughter's? It just seemed unlikely to me that my daughter, Kate, would ever be friends with such a weirdo. But I could think of no other possible explanation for the kid's presence at my table, unless the circus was in town.

"So, are you a friend of Kate's?" I asked cautiously.

The thumbs stopped pushing keys on the phone and the green hair slowly rose to reveal a pleasant faced girl. She actually bore a slight resemblance to Kate.

"No, Dad. I hate that bitch. What kind of dumb question was that? Are you hung-over, or stoned or something? Even I would never be friends with myself. I lack the social skills to maintain even my own friendship," she added sarcastically.

I turned to pull a bowl from another cupboard as I struggled to conceal the shock I had just experienced. This little freak claimed she was my daughter Kate? How could she think I would believe her? Was it a joke? Or had I entered the Twilight Zone? I looked around for that damn signpost up ahead and found none. No, it wasn't the Twilight Zone or even Outer Limits. Yet, it was freaky as all hell.

The girl had gone back to texting so I didn't feel any need to explain why I had asked what she so obviously felt was a really stupid question. My daughter was a straight A student and quite popular in school. She was strong, athletic and cute as a button. One missing day could never account for her transformation into this female version of Bozo. I made a very good living using my brain and deductive skills. I decided to handle this bizarre situation like one of my business dealings. I would try to say as little as possible and learn as much as I could before walking into some sort of minefield.

Then I heard a loud belch and once again swung around in surprise. Standing in the kitchen doorway was what could only be described as a big fat kid. He was probably a couple inches shorter than I and a couple years older than the green haired clown sitting at the table. He wore a huge t-shirt that came almost to his knees. It was short sleeved, but because it was at least size triple X, the sleeves extended beyond his elbows. His hair was uncut and his man boobs appeared to rival the tits of the woman in my shower. What the fuck was going on?

I watched in amazement as he waddled over to the refrigerator and pulled out half a double layer cake and carried it to the table. He then sat down and began to eat it! He never even cut a slice. He just started eating the damn cake. I must have been staring because he looked at me as he stuffed a forkful of icing into his mouth.

"What're you looking at, Dad? Did you want some of this cake?" asked Jumbo as soon as he managed to swallow the large chunk of icing.

I slowly shook my head and staggered from the kitchen. My son, Jim, was a powerful kid. He was a member of the school weight lifting team and planned on going out for the football team in the fall. The kid in my kitchen was a fat putz. The only resemblance between the two was the color of their hair and eyes. 

Then the thought came to me. These two kids claimed to be my progeny. Then where were my real kids? I hurried upstairs to look into their bedrooms. As I had somehow expected, the rooms were empty. At least they were empty of human life, but crammed with electronics. I was amazed at the different lap tops, game boys, I-Pads, Plasma TV's, as well as some stuff I couldn't even identify. Both kids' rooms had more shit in them than Best Buy!

As I wandered out of Jim's room in total confusion, I almost bumped into the formerly naked woman that had been in my bath. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice shirt and she looked hot as hell. I stopped in my tracks and waited for the words I was somehow certain that I would hear.

"Good morning, Honey! You slept late today. Usually you're outside mowing the five acre field you call the lawn before this. Are you okay?" she asked as I stood there with my mouth open.

"Yeah, I feel fine. I'll go mow the lawn right now," I promised directly to her tits. I raised my eyes to see a smile on her lips as she went past me and down the stairs.

Mowing the lawn is a great time to think. You can do the entire yard without ever having to concentrate on what you are doing. Hell, most guys can mow their yards in their sleep. As I went around the back yard, I considered my situation. I somehow knew that the missing day and the strange events of the morning were connected, but how? 

Sometime later, I was mowing near the garage when I suddenly had a memory from the previous day. I concentrated on it and slowly things began to return. It took the rest of the morning to vaguely recall how I managed to wind up in my current circumstances.

I realized some of the pieces were still missing, but I had remembered enough to put much of the puzzle together. We, my family and I, had agreed to appear in a reality television show. It was similar to the one where wives switch families, but with some key differences. Obviously, one of the biggest differences was that the fathers switched families. As I tried to recall the way the show was done, I wondered how I ever agreed to the whole thing.

There would be no one operating any cameras. Somehow everything would be recorded and then edited later. We would all carry on as if we were truly just living our lives. Every member of the two families underwent some type of hypnosis in conjunction with some new, but supposedly harmless drug. It would cause us all to believe we were actually a real family. Of course that made some interesting possibilities. I would be sleeping with the other guy's wife and he would be sleeping with mine, but it would not feel new or exciting. We were to be programmed to think that we had been married for many years.

I considered how that would limit the amount of sex and the enjoyment we derived from it. I struggled to believe that my wife Bonnie would have ever agreed to this sort of sleazy television, or that I would, for that matter.

Apparently, the treatment hadn't taken with me as completely as it should. I could remember a fair amount, but I still had huge gaps in my memory of the previous day as well as what I was supposed to do in this new reality that was my life. Was it a contest? Was I supposed to try to somehow win? Then I remembered that there was no time limit to how long this might last. They had told us it could be days, or weeks, or even longer. It all depended on the ratings!

Everyone we came into contact with would act as if we really were the family we thought we were in our hypnotized stupor. Other people in our lives would all get to be part of the show, playing themselves. I thought about that and realized that it would only be a matter of time before someone screwed up and said or did something to ruin the gig. It can't be easy, especially for school kids, to maintain a charade like this, even though the producers had tried to match up the two families by appearances as much as possible. I decided to play along and not let anyone know that I had regained at least partial memory. That fact might allow me better insight into the show, what was expected of me, and what I had to do in order to win, if there was a winner.

Hell, I could play dumb with the best of them; actually far better than most. I put the lawn mower away and went back into the house. The woman that was playing my wife was leaning over the kitchen table, wiping some imagined spot off the oak surface. I played it cool and rubbed her ass through her shorts. She jumped and swung around to face me.

I was suddenly worried. Had I screwed up? Wasn't she supposed to think that she was my wife? Were there rules about touching that I couldn't remember? I braced myself and forced a smile.

"What's gotten into you, Chuck?" she demanded. "You know I don't like to be surprised and I certainly don't want to be mauled in public like some sort of tramp!"

I slowly looked around the room in an exaggerated fashion. Then I returned my gaze to my new wife, who I decided to call Bonnie, even though I knew that she was not Bonnie. To do anything differently would give away the fact that I knew what was going on, at least in part. Then it occurred to me that every word, every interaction, would be recorded somehow and possibly shown to millions of viewers. There must be tiny cameras all over the place! I sure didn't want my friends and family, not to mention millions of viewers, thinking I was a fucking wimp!

"This is hardly public, Bonnie," I responded calmly. "This is our kitchen and you're my wife, so it's well within the confines of the Geneva Convention. If you thought that was a mauling, I wonder what you'll think about this."

As I spoke, I reached up with both hands and gave her big tits a squeeze. I had to admit this new wife of mine had one hell of a nice rack. All the men watching would be impressed with my "handling" of the situation.

"Chuck! The children could step in and see us at any time. Please try to control yourself," replied the stuck up bitch as she pushed my hands away from her bountiful chest.

"Hell, we'll feel the floor shaking long before those two get within sight," I countered. "The only think they've ever snuck up on is a banana split."

"Now you're belittling our children? What's gotten into you? Are you feeling ill or something? Is there something going on, Chuck?"

"Well, now that you ask, I'd say there was. It looks like about a pound per day per kid," I chuckled, thinking how cool that would sound to all the viewers. "What the hell's wrong with you that you get bent out of shape when your husband feels you up a little? You didn't behave like that on our honeymoon."

I tossed that last sentence in so the producers and directors would think that I was totally sold on this being my wife and family. I was really beginning to get into this!

"We didn't have two kids with us on our honeymoon and you treated me with respect back then. As I recall, you promised me that first night that you would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me. Can I expect you to keep your word, or are you going to go back on a promise after all these years?" countered this Bizarro Bonnie.

"Well, since you asked, I guess I'm reneging on that promise if squeezing those amazing tits and rubbing that smooth, round ass are things that hurt or embarrass you," I allowed. "I'll pretty much enjoy these puppies whenever the mood strikes me. That, I can promise, and I'll keep that promise."

She looked at me for a few seconds like I had two heads. Then she just made a production of clearing her throat and marching out of the room in complete disdain. I realized then that she was probably some sort of frigid bitch and her previous husband must have allowed her to get away with all sorts of bullshit.

Then it occurred to me. That was the goal of the show! It was like "The Taming of the Shrew", at least as much as reality TV could be compared to the work of The Bard. People would be watching to see what in hell I was going to do with the freak twins and the ice queen! Could I somehow whip the kids into some sort of shape that even remotely resembled humans? Could I heat up the frozen bitch I had been saddled with? Somehow, I knew that if I could accomplish those daunting tasks, the show would be over, have great ratings and I would be a fucking national hero, at least for fathers and husbands everywhere.

Then I wondered if the real husband and father in this family was going to try to remake my real kids into fat toads, and turn my wife into a cold bitch. No matter, I would just straighten them out when I got them back. I really hoped that he didn't have sex with my wife, the real Bonnie, as she was pretty timid and inexperienced. She had never had sex with anyone but me. Why had we ever agreed to appear on this show?

Pulling myself from my reverie, I went out and hopped into my car. Two hours later, I was back home, cleaning out my garage. I carried out all the good stuff I had been saving for years, but would never use. It became quite a pile, so I ordered a dumpster to be delivered Monday so I could shit-can all the crap I had lying around.

Bizarro Bonnie, BB, as I had come to think of my new wife, came out and announced that dinner was ready just as I finished sweeping the garage clean. I washed up and entered our eat-in kitchen. My supposed son was seated at the head of the table. He already had his plate filled with mashed potatoes, gravy, and three pork chops and was stuffing the potatoes into his rotund face. 

Seated next to him was the green haired Bozo, eating with one hand and texting with her other. I reached down and grabbed the phone from her hand before she realized my intentions. I then tossed it in the general direction of the garbage can. It hit the side of it and bounced under the china cabinet. 

I never broke stride. As I tossed the phone, I stepped up to TheHulk and proceeded to tip him and his chair over backwards. I felt a little bad when his head bounced once on the floor and the chair splintered into all sorts of small pieces. For a fat kid, he moved pretty fast! He jumped up to face me, his face flushed as he shook his head to clear it.

"I'll sit at the head of the table and no one will start eating until your mother and I are seated," I stated with amazing calm. "I'm not going to live with a damn glutton. Now move your shit out of my way and sit down next to your green headed sister. From now on, you'll eat no more than two chops and less than two pounds of potatoes, and you'll eat some vegetables. Now, do you have any questions? Comments? Complaints?"

The pudge-ball sucked it in, shook his head in the negative and carried his plate and drink to the vacant chair beyond his sister. BB was standing by the stove in absolute shock. She was actually speechless. I couldn't help but think how I was making some great theater as I turned to my next victim.

"Kate?" I began, feeling uncomfortable calling this creature by my beautiful daughter's name. "Don't ever bring your phone to the table again. From now on, you'll participate in dinner time conversation and help your mother where you can. Do you have any questions?"

She gave me a half sneer and then looked down and concentrated on her plate. I could see I had my work cut out for me with her. I carefully picked up the pieces of the broken chair and carried them out to the pile of junk from the garage. When I came back into the kitchen, The Green Hornet and The Stay Puft Marshmallow kid were sitting quietly, apparently waiting for me to take my seat. I carried an extra chair around to my place and put it down. Then I moved next to Bonnie's chair and held it out for her. 

Still speechless, the woman living as my wife took her seat. The kids sat with their mouths open, seemingly surprised that I would hold a chair for their mother. I couldn't help but think what a jerk the man of the house must be in this family. Well, things were going to change drastically. 

"It probably went unnoticed, but I cleaned out the garage today. I tossed all the crap piled in the garage outside. I'll throw it into a dumpster I ordered for Monday," I added. "I can see you're all on the edge of your seats wondering how this bit of news affects you."

The woman with the amazing tits, as well as her progeny, sat stoically, seemingly totally disinterested. Well, that was about to change. Millions of people would be watching to see how I handled the situation. I knew if I handled it successfully, I would be looking at my picture on the cover of the tabloids at the local supermarket some Sunday afternoon.

"Since you ask, I'll explain what's going on. You kids are on a collision course with a lifetime of ridicule and shame. To put it quite bluntly, you look like hell. If I took you to the beach, you'd have half a dozen harpoons in you before you could turn around," I predicted somewhat humorously knowing how my TV fans would love me for it. "That's unacceptable to me and it should be to you as well."

I had their attention now! BB was getting red faced and angry. Jim had the grace to be embarrassed and turned a bright crimson. Kate turned a deeper shade of green, but never looked up from her plate.

"Starting Monday, we are going to have healthy meals. I have contacted a dietician and she has worked up a menu for the next thirty days. Your mother will be following it when she prepares our dinners," I stated emphatically while looking at BB's angry eyes. "You two kids will be going for a run with me every day after school and then we will work out in the garage on the weight machine I ordered today. You kids will thank me in a few months. I'll admit that I can use some rearranging of my stomach and chest, so I'll be benefiting as well. This'll be fun!"

That declaration was met with dead silence. It bothered me for a few seconds, until I considered how cool it was all going to look on the small screen. These beach balls would shape up if it killed me.

That evening as I prepared for bed, I kept an eye on BB. She casually undressed to her panties, donned some pajamas and slid into bed. It was obvious that she thought I was her husband. There was no hesitation. There were no covert glances at little Chuck, like any normal woman would have done if she were looking a man she had never seen naked before.

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. This woman might be a stuck up bitch, but her tits and ass were all a man could ever want and I decided I was going to have some. I reached for her nearest tit and she grabbed my hand.




Act Naturally



"If you think you're going to get any from me after that display in the kitchen at dinnertime, you can forget it!" she declared vehemently. "You ruined a good chair and you came close to giving Jim a concussion. You could've broken Kate's phone and you probably did irreparable harm to both of the kids' self esteem. What in hell came over you?"

It was obvious I wasn't getting any of her best this night, so I decided to play to my audience. It was a distinct advantage to know we were being videoed for future broadcast.

"What about my self esteem, Bonnie?" I shot back. "How the hell do you think I feel having my own kids walk around like the living dead? It's embarrassing to be seen with those two jokers."

"How can you speak about your own children like that?" asked the amazed BB. "You know they are going through difficult times at school. They are subjected to ridicule and bullying almost every day and now they hear it at the dinner table from their own father? I won't stand for it!"

"I can imagine that they're having a tough time, Bonnie. Hell, I'd be ragging their asses if I were in school now. We had bullying when I went to school and my old man showed me how to fix it pretty quick."

"Really? Why is it so hard for me to imagine your father fixing any problem concerning social interaction? The man is a social moron," added BB.

"So now you're trying to ruin my Dad's self esteem, or would it be mine? I'll tell you how he fixed the problem. I whined to him that a big kid was picking on me. Dad told me either shut up and take it, or kick the other kid in the balls as hard as I could. I sucked it in and suffered the abuse for a couple more weeks. Then one day I just couldn't take it anymore. I drove the miserable bastard's nards into his chest cavity with my right foot. I had detention for a few weeks but the prick and his pals never bothered me again," I chuckled as I recalled the scene.

"So you're going to solve our children's problems by having them resort to violence. Tell me what happens if the bullies strike them back, or if the kids get expelled, Chuck Norris?"

"This solution isn't without risk, Bonnie, but neither is anything else in life. They have to learn to take care of themselves and walking around like circus performers won't help. I guarantee that. There're worse things than getting the crap kicked out of you while defending yourself. One of them is getting the crap kicked out of you without defending yourself. Another is losing all feeling of self worth and committing suicide. These kids need to toughen up, mentally and physically," I insisted.

"If you harm those children, or get them in trouble, or embarrass them, Chuck, I'll be all over you," promised Bonnie. "You've always been too busy with your damn company to spend time with them. Now you get all nasty about how you don't like the way they're turning out. I've done as much as I can, but the need a father that notices them and cares. Where in hell do you suppose we'll find him?" demanded Bonnie angrily.

"You're looking at him, Babe," I responded immediately. "You know that I've received an offer to buy out our company and I'm seriously considering it. If the lawyers and accountants can work out something that doesn't kill us in taxes, it'll be a done deal within a week. That's why I told the kids I'm going to be working with them to get them into shape."

"Yeah? Well the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, Chuck. You'd better not harm the kids, mentally, socially, or physically," warned Bonnie.

Monday morning saw me on the internet after the kids left for school and Bonnie headed off to work. I briefly considered following my alleged wife to see if they allowed her to teach my real wife's third grade class. How were they going to work that out, I wondered and then dismissed it. I reminded myself that I had to appear oblivious to the whole family switch. If I checked to see where my new wife was actually going, it would call unwanted attention to me.

Our high school was pretty progressive and had given us the option to sign up for information about how our kids were doing on the internet. We had elected to take that option, so I had gone to the school's site and plugged in our password. What I found was pretty damn upsetting. Kate and Jim were slackers, to put it mildly. Their marks were barely passing and the teachers' comments were quite damning. Generally, the prevailing opinion was that the kids could do much better if they only applied themselves. 

I also considered how the producers of the show had already thought of the internet and had the two kids from this family inserted in my kids' school records, photos and all. I wondered what it must cost to pull off a switch like this so thoroughly. These guys were good. 

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning house. In the early afternoon my home gym machine was delivered and I spent a couple of hours assembling it in the garage. I was ready when the kids were dropped off by the school bus.

"Kids, get changed into something comfortable to run in and we'll head out right away!" I urged with all the enthusiasm I could muster. "We'll do a few miles and then pump some iron on this cool weight machine. Then we'll do some studying. You'll love it."

Jim acted confused and Kate just got angry immediately. As I watched her come to a boil, I realized she was in for some bad days ahead.

"I have to call Marcie. Then I have to post some stuff on Facebook before my favorite show comes on. So, you guys go on without me. Do some father-son bonding. Besides, I'm not fat like Jim," sneered the little shrew.

I reached over and pulled the phone from her hand and slid it into my pocket. Then I held my hand palm up to Jim and he placed his cell phone in it. I slid it into my pocket next to his sister's.

"There's a new sheriff in town, kids. He's a miserable bastard and he's pretty determined. Go on up and get changed. I'll be waiting here."

Less than two minutes later both kids rushed back out to brace me in the garage, madder than wet hens.

"What happened to all of my stuff, Dad?" demanded Kate. "My TV's gone, along with my Wii, my lap top, my IPad...everything is missing," cried Kate. "Now I won't be able to study, or do my homework."

"My room looks empty, Dad," complained Jim. "What happened to all of our stuff?"

"I checked your grades online today and they were pretty bad, kids. All of that junk didn't seem to be doing much to help your education. Sitting around playing games sure didn't help your physical condition any, either. You're not born entitled to every damn electronic device known to man. You need to earn those. The first step in that effort will be to get changed and go for a run with me. You'll get your stuff back as you earn it. Now let's get cracking."

The kids left and soon Jim was back in a pair of sweats and a jacket. We waited five more minutes and Kate never returned. I went to her room. The door was locked.

"Kate, open the door and get out here. We're ready to start," I explained.

"Go to hell!" hollered Kate through her door.

"This sounds like typical teenage rebellion," I announced loudly to myself, and my TV audience, as I raised my foot and kicked in the door. 

Kate was standing by her bed in stunned silence. She had changed into some sort of exercise outfit and for that I was glad. I simply took her by the hand and led her downstairs. I had the kids climb into the car and started driving.

"Since we're just starting and we don't want our neighbors to see what pathetic losers the three of us are, we'll go run a log trail through our wooded property near your grandfather's place. That way, no one will see us and we won't embarrass ourselves too badly," I reasoned.

Jim nodded his head in appreciation while Kate just looked down. She was a stubborn one! When we got there we started running easy and made it less than a hundred yards, and then we had to walk. I had Kate's hand in mine and pulled her along. I warned her that I'd literally drag her with us if she didn't work to keep up. We walked as rapidly as we could the rest of the three mile loop through the woods and were all sweating profusely by the time we were in sight of the car. 

I drove back home and managed to grab Kate's hand before she disappeared into the house. I led her into the garage and Jim followed on his own volition. My shiny new weight machine was there waiting for us to tone up.

I started the kids out with light repetitions and worked with them. I promised Kate that if she cooperated for twenty minutes, I would let her go get showered. Then she would have to hit the books. Jim actually showed some interest in some of the exercises and did better than I thought he would in several of them. My arms and chest were tight by the time we stopped and went inside to clean up.

"Why doesn't the TV work, Chuck?" asked Bonnie after dinner was over. "I can't get any channels at all."

"I disconnected the cable to it, Bonnie. You don't watch TV very often and the kids watch too much. The TV in our bedroom still works if you want to watch it. The kids are determined to improve their marks, and American Idol isn't on any college entrance exams that I ever heard of," I allowed.

Bonnie looked at the kids sitting with their noses in school books, and then back at me. Then she picked up a romance novel and opened it to her page and began reading.

That night in bed, I slid over next to Bizarro Bonnie and ran my hand under her top and took a luscious tit into my hand.

"I don't think so, Buster. You haven't told me how Kate's door got so smashed and why the kids are so quiet, why they're studying, and what happened to all of their electronics."

I explained what had transpired that afternoon while Bonnie just shook her head in disbelief.

"What the hell is going on with you, Chuck? You don't act like the man I married. You're being cruel and indifferent to the kids' needs and feelings. You're destroying the house, one chair or door at a time. Did the doctor put you on medication or something? Are you going to beat me until I have sex with you now?"

'Damn it, Bonnie. I would never force myself on any woman once she convinced me that she didn't want me. That certainly includes you. Have I ever touched you in anger?"

I was curious what her answer would be. Who knows what the jackass she was married to would do? Maybe he was a wimp that hit women.

"No, Chuck. You know you've never even come close to hurting me that way. It's just that your behavior has been odd lately and it concerns me. I won't tolerate you hurting the kids, either," she warned as I rolled over and closed my eyes, wondering what would be edited out of the bedroom scenes.

The next day when we finished our run, BB met us in the garage with three shoe boxes in her hand.

"As long as you three are determined to improve your conditioning, I thought you could use some good running shoes," she stated as she handed each of us a box. The next day we all wore them and they really were a lot better for our feet.

"When will I get my phone back?" asked Kate on the ride back home after our jog through the woods a few days later.

She took me by surprise as she had not spoken a word to me since I had kicked in her door. She had offered no resistance to our new routine, although it was obvious that she didn't want any part of it, or me.

"Okay, Kate," I answered evenly. "What would be a reasonable goal for you to achieve in order to regain phone privileges? You know what I'm trying to do here and why. What're your thoughts?" I asked.

"You want us to get better grades, drop some fat and tone up and look more like kids you can be proud of," suggested Kate. "It'll take forever to get as skinny as you want us to be, or to run as far as you would like. How about if I stop doing my hair different colors? Could I have my phone back if I did that?"

I considered her request carefully before I responded, "I'll tell you what. Once you hair goes back to its natural color and you get rid of all of your piercings, I'll return your phone."

Kate's face went dark. She folded her arms across her chest and sulked. She never expected me to be this tough. She was stubborn, but so was I. The next day she surprised me again. We were in the car heading for home after our feeble attempts at running.

"How about this, Dad? I'll remove all my piercing right away and stop coloring my hair, for my phone. It'll take a couple weeks and lots of washing to get it back to my natural color. That seems fair," she concluded.

"Okay, as long as you keep up with your school work and exercises. If you start backsliding, you'll lose the phone again," I warned.

To my surprise, Kate stuck her hand out and smiled. I took her hand and shook it. We had a deal. Jim had been silent during my discussion with Kate so I looked to see if he was going to ask for his phone back, too.

"Jim, do you want to see what you can do to get your phone back?" I asked.

"Not really, Dad," he responded unenthusiastically. "I don't really have any friends to call anyway, so I hardly miss it."

I felt bad for the kid, but knew that improved marks in school and a better body image would help him immeasurably. Damn the father that allowed his kids to sink to such depths. On the other hand, Jim never tried to slack on the runs or workouts, as pathetic as his attempts at running were. I was determined to stay the course.

BB was really a big help with the diet. I was more than a little surprised how she stuck to the plan, yet was able to create meals that were delicious as well as nutritious. She was really an excellent cook.

She was also a very good mother. I couldn't help but notice how comfortable both Kate and Jim were with her. They would discuss movies, friends, school, in fact, almost anything. Bonnie never preached, but she did keep pointing them in the right direction. This family seemed to be fairly strong. The obvious weak link was the asshole father. I just hoped that my influence would be enough to get the kids on the right track.

In the bedroom, I was striking out. I began to suspect that my so-called wife had also regained some of her memory, as she was having no part of me. The first week or so didn't bother me too much since I was sore all over and tired as hell from working out with the kids. After that, it began to annoy me. I had always had a very satisfactory sex life with my real wife and forced abstinence had never been part of my routine.

Finally it came to a head one night. I had tried to fondle BB in bed and she had once again rejected my advances. I lost my cool.

"What in hell is bothering you, Bonnie? You're acting like a frigid bitch." 

"Are you that stupid, Chuck?" she demanded. "I tried for years to make the kids eat right and you kept bringing home candy, soda, chips, desserts, fast foods, and tons of ice cream. I finally gave up. Then you announce at dinner last week that you spoke to a dietician and have a menu that you want me to follow, as if it's my fault the meals have too many calories and not enough iron, protein, good carbs and all that other shit I'm cooking for you now.

"You let yourself go and encouraged the kids to be couch potatoes by getting them all those damn electronic gadgets because you're a software genius and wanted the kids exposed to that shit early in life. So now I have two overweight kids and a ball of lard for a husband, who, by the way, is passing all the blame for it over to me. That might have something to do with why I am not trying to give you an incredible blowjob right now, Chuck," she finished sarcastically. 

Wow! I didn't realize how much contempt she had for her husband. The guy was a real dick if anything BB told me was even remotely true. He was the reason the kids were fat, and apparently he was pretty pathetic as well. I realized that I had my work cut out for me. I also realized that she had no clue that I wasn't really her husband. She had heaped all his stupid actions on my head. It was also clear that the guy's sex life had been in the toilet for some time. BB had pretty much given up on love and romance. She felt deserted and alone, abandoned by a fat, foolish workaholic husband.

"Okay, Bonnie," I said gently, before deciding to ham it up for the audience. "I can see that you're a little worked up, so don't worry about giving me a blowjob for a few days. I can wait until you're feeling better about all of this."

"Asshole!" was all she said as she rolled away from me and closed her eyes.

I thought I would give BB a few days to get over her funk before I tried my luck with her again. Tuesday evening she informed me that we would be attending a party at our neighbor's Saturday night. I decided that would be the night for me to score with this frustrating, but sexy woman that was supposed to be my wife. Little did I know.

The party was just down the street a couple blocks so we decided to walk rather than worry about driving home after drinking. As we walked I wondered just how this would work. Everyone at the party had to be informed about the real Bonnie being replaced for the TV show. How would they handle it? Would BB know the same people that my wife had known for years? How could that knowledge be hypnotized into a person? Did she have a folder with all our friends and neighbors pictures and histories in it? I began to realize to what lengths the producers had gone to generate a seemingly true reality for the show. 

BB was wearing a low neckline and her cleavage looked fantastic. I knew the audience at home would be expecting me to move her world before long, and Little Chuck was eager as hell to show the viewers just what he was capable of doing. I decided to get BB a bit tipsy and hurry her home to show her, and the viewing public, unspeakable delights.

I watched as she mingled with the other partiers. How could they all be such good actors? Everyone chatted with her like they had known her for years, and she knew the names of the guests, as well as their kids. Like OJ Simpson, I was beginning to wonder just how deep this conspiracy went. 

I had a couple beers and kept BB in my sights. I couldn't cling to her all night as we had supposedly been married for years and that wouldn't be normal. Still, I wanted to be prepared if she showed signs of being a little tipsy. That would be my cue to rush her home and show the fans just how a real man handles his wife in the old bedroom.

Then I saw that damn Steve Fargo start hanging around BB. He was married with three kids. In fact, his wife was home taking care of a six month old baby and he was at the party, showing interest in the treasures under BB's panties. What a prick.

I had to admire his determination. He wasn't pushy, but he was unrelenting. He chatted BB up and down, he fetched her drinks, and he even shared some hors d'oeuvres from his plate. It was a good thing I was paying attention to his every move or I would have missed seeing him guide BB out the back door.

I had been in the house often enough to know there was a patio and flower garden in back. It was a pretty good place for romance, if a couple were so inclined. I slipped out the front door and slowly circled the house.

I heard them before I saw them and that was partly because they were in a shadowy area near an old bench. As I finally caught sight of BB, she was being pulled down on Fargo's lap as he sat on the bench. I could hear the surprise in her voice as she realized her situation.

"Steve, you really shouldn't be doing this. We're both married and have children, so please let me up before we find ourselves in some kind of trouble," reasoned BB.

"Bonnie, no one will find us here, so don't worry. Besides, what could Fat Chuck do if he did find us?" asked that bastard Fargo. "You're way too fine for him. You need a man to show you what you've been missing."




Act Naturally



"Steve, I don't think...ahhh!" squealed Bonnie as that fucking Fargo pulled her face to his and tried to swallow her tongue..

What little light that reached the secluded bench was suddenly blocked by my approaching form. I was pissed, yet still able to consider what my fans would expect from me. I realized they needed to see me kick Fargo's ass. That would be some good reality TV!

"What the fuck?" I snarled as I yanked BB from Fargo's lap, and his grasp. 

Her tits in her low top, I noticed in the dim light, were simply remarkable. I realized she would be getting some fan mail from admirers when this was over. Then Fargo made the mistake of standing. I pulled back and smacked him flush on the chin so hard my hand hurt. I was considering kicking him in the balls before he regained consciousness when I heard him growl.

To my eternal shock, Fargo was still standing. He at least at the decency to rub his chin a little before he knocked me ass over tin cup with a right hand I never even saw. While I was struggling to regain my senses, I felt a hard blow to my nuts. I rolled over in a fetal position and vomited all the beer and hot wings I had consumed over the course of the evening. I considered checking to see if my balls were resting on top of the vomit before me. Boy, did they ache!

"You stupid fat bastard. You should know better than fucking with a real man. You can't take care of your wife, but some of us can, and we will. She's too nice a piece of ass for a ball of lard like you," laughed Fargo as he turned and headed back to the party.

BB was crying as she rearranged her dress. I had managed to get on all fours and was trying to gingerly stand up. She reached down and gripped my left arm.

"Just leave me the fuck alone," I managed between gasps. "You've done enough already."

With that, I managed to get my feet under me and rise more or less, to a standing position. I was still bent over holding my stomach, but I was now able to move, so I headed out to the sidewalk and turned north toward home.

Suddenly, I missed my real wife and real kids. Why had I ever gone along with this goddamn TV show? Things in my life had been going great. We had no reason to get involved in this bullshit. As I staggered home, I wondered if there was someone I could call to get me the hell off the show and back with my real family.

Then I considered BB. If I couldn't somehow swing ending my family's participation in this televised debacle, I would at least rethink my actions toward her. Was it my responsibility to bring a fucking frigid wife around, especially when she was only frigid with her dumb ass husband? As I limped up the sidewalk, I decided I had had enough of her miserable attitude. Let her fuck the whole damn neighborhood! What difference did it make to me? I'd have the last laugh when the show ended and she found out the entire country watched what a cheating bitch she really was. I wanted to be there to see her expression then!

When I got home, I was barely able to make it upstairs. I grabbed some clothes for morning as well as a pail to puke in and lurched off to the spare bedroom. I laid down in a fetal position mulling over what an ass I had made of myself. Sleep finally claimed me.

The next day was Sunday. The previous two Sundays I had taken the kids for an early run. This morning saw me lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself. My balls showed surprisingly little after-effects from Fargo's rough treatment. My chin really didn't hurt too much for having been hammered the previous night. I was simply depressed over my most recent failures. Who'd a thunk that Fargo was such a tough bastard? Then I received a real surprise. There was a soft knock on my door and it slowly opened to show Kate, or at least the Kate of this reality, standing in her running clothes.

"Here you are, Dad! I guess you and mom had a fight since you're sleeping in the guest room. I hate to bother you on a Sunday, but you did say that we would run early on Sunday mornings. I'm ready to go. Jim is getting dressed, so we're waiting for you. Daylight is burning!"

"Okay, Kate, I'll be right with you. Just give me a minute to get ready," I requested as I considered what had just transpired.

Kate was actually acting anxious to go out and run that three mile course! That had to be the silver lining in my pretty damn dark cloud.

Kate chattered as we drove out to the wooded lot where we ran. She seemed happier now than at any time since the day I had first seen her sitting at the table texting like her life depended on it. I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I didn't press her on the reason for her apparent positive mood swing. I was happy to see her hair had faded to a very light green. She was apparently keeping her word about not coloring it any more. Jim seemed to be content as he responded to his sister's questions and statements. I was making headway with the kids, but losing badly with BB.

We settled into a status quo for the next few weeks. The kids seemed to be happier. I had given Jim his phone back when he showed me that he had made some improvement in his grades. Kate's hair had finally morphed to a very lovely dark brown and the holes where her piercings had been were barely noticeable. She now had use of her plasma television as a reward for bringing her school marks up a notch.

BB and I were still sleeping in different rooms and barely speaking. I don't know if she was mad because I spoiled her fun with Fargo, or if she was embarrassed for being caught kissing him. It really didn't matter as long as she left me alone. I was fine with the notion of showing the audience that I wasn't some pussy whipped wimp. I was determined to prove to them that I could get along without her quite nicely.

In late June, Kate asked me if we could start running in our neighborhood rather than driving to the old log road to do our conditioning. Since both kids and I had improved dramatically in the couple months we had been working out, I agreed. When we stepped outside the next day to begin our run, two girls dressed in running shorts were walking up the drive. Kate trotted out to meet them. Then she introduced them to me.

"Dad, Jim already knows these girls. The blonde one is Chris Macklin and the redhead is Hope Lawrence. I was talking to them the other day about how we've been running for a couple months and they want to run with us, or at least with me. They're on the school cross country team and want me to go out for it next fall. If they think I'm good enough, I'll be joining the team."

We started our run and after about thirty seconds, the three girls were going over the first hill and out of sight. I didn't realize that Kate had improved that much.

"Well, Jim, it looks like us two slow pokes will be running together. We'll never keep up with them," I chuckled.

"What you mean 'we", Paleface?" asked Jim as he kicked his running up a notch and pulled away from me. I was wondering how in hell a fat kid could run so fast, as I watched him rounding a curve up ahead. Then I suddenly realized that Jim wasn't all that fat anymore. With grim determination, I increased my pace.

By the time I finished my 3 mile loop and staggered back up my driveway, Kate and Jim were showing Chris and Hope the exercises they did on our weight machine.

"Wow! Jim, I never realized how strong you are," gushed Hope. "I can't lift even a third that much and you do it fifteen times?"

I glanced at Kate and she was pretending to poke a finger down her throat and barf. I guess sisters just don't get impressed with the feats of their brothers. Then I looked closer at the machine and saw that Jim was bench pressing the same amount that I use in my sets, and I thought I was doing quite well!

"Jim, you've got to join the weight lifting club at school," opined Chris as she watched in almost rapture as Jim completed his set. "My brother's in it and he loves it. He says it helps him with conditioning and strength for football. You know, you should play football next year, Jim. My brother says the coach is always looking for big, strong guys, especially if they can run as well as you."

I decided to leave the kids alone and went into the house for a drink of water. I knew there was nothing I could say or do that would help Jim's self esteem as much as two teenage girls ogling his muscles. As I finished my glass of water, the phone rang.  

It was Marge Sampson and she was inviting Bonnie and me to a house party next weekend. I couldn't think of a good reason to decline, so I hesitatingly accepted. I had been rethinking my reaction to the Fargo fiasco. I never gave BB a chance to explain her side. My pride had been smashed, along with my nuts, and I was hurt and embarrassed. I needed to consider every possibility before ruining this marriage. I just hoped the other husband would be making the same effort for mine.

After dinner, I helped BB clean up the dishes. As I was loading the dishwasher, I mentioned that Marge had invited us to a party next Saturday. BB's face went dark immediately.

"Did you decline the invitation, Chuck?" asked BB nervously.

"No, Bonnie, I didn't. It's time we came out of this self imposed exile and had some fun. I accepted for us and even promised we'd bring a dessert. Are you willing to go with me, Bonnie?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Chuck? Even after what happened at the last party? You haven't spoken to me since and I thought you might be thinking about throwing me to the curb," BB admitted sheepishly.

"Exactly what happened that night, Bonnie? Was I somehow mistaken in what I thought I saw?" I asked, hopefully.

"Chuck, if you think you thought you saw me on Steve Fargo's lap with him kissing me, you saw correctly," BB assured me. "What you may not have seen was what led up to it. I foolishly walked out in the patio with Steve to cool off and get some fresh air. I had no intention of any sort of hanky panky, Chuck. 

"He maneuvered me down into that dark corner and suddenly sat on the bench, pulling me down on his lap. I was taken by surprise and even more so when he started kissing me. Before I could react, you had come to my rescue and Steve let me up."

"I seem to remember that part pretty clearly, Bonnie. You stepped away, and then he stood up. Then I bruised my knuckles on his chin, got knocked on my ass and had my nuts crushed. After that, it gets a little fuzzy. Did smashing my balls against his foot somehow appear like I was rescuing you, Bonnie? From my vantage point, it seemed like I had the shit kicked out of me. I embarrassed myself and did nothing to defend your honor, or mine," I added.

"Chuck! You didn't know that Steve was a boxer. He almost made the Olympics twenty years ago. I would never expect you to be a match for him. The important thing was that you did your best for me. I feared that you believed I was going along willingly with him. From the way you acted when I tried to help you up, I thought you hated me. I know I should've never allowed him to get me into that situation in the first place. I've been too ashamed to look you in the eyes since," confessed BB. 

"That's interesting, Bonnie. After he beat me so easily, I've been feeling pretty damn low. I thought I'd pretty much destroyed any respect that you may have ever had for me. Truthfully, my first reaction was that you were a slut and I could live without you. When I was feeling better the next day, I began to play it all over in my mind and you did seem to be pushing him away pretty strongly when I arrived. I know you aren't a slut, or even close. 

"The fact remained that I had failed to protect my wife properly and had reacted badly to her attempts to help me after I had been hurt. I decided to just hide in the guest room rather than subject myself to more embarrassment. You had to think I was a worthless fat piece of shit. I know I'm not a Charles Atlas, Bonnie. I'm trying to get rid of the fat and tone up so you can be proud of me. You always look so damn beautiful and sexy that I'm afraid you're out of my league. You can do better than a fat putz that can't even defend your honor, or his own."

"You think I'm sexy and beautiful, Chuck? You haven't told me that in years. And I didn't fall in love with a putz. I fell for a smart, gentle, loving, hard working man," replied BB.

"What's his name?" I asked quickly. "I'll hire someone to whack him!" 

"Why don't you move back into our room tonight and I'll point him out to you, Chuck," suggested BB.

I had my stuff moved back to the master bedroom in less time than it takes to tell it. It wasn't even eleven yet when I slipped naked under the covers. I lay in bed with my eyes glued to the bathroom door. Finally it opened and BB came out wearing a very transparent nightie. I suddenly realized that I didn't want the millions of people seeing her revealed so completely. This was supposed to be an intimate moment between husband and wife, and not a soft porn show for desperate housewives and construction workers. 

Then I remembered that she wasn't really my wife. Most of the men watching would be rooting for me to bang her brains out. I would be a regular hero tomorrow around the water coolers of corporate America. I would also be a guy that was knowingly unfaithful to his wife, as well as being the direct cause of making another man a cuckold, as well as damaging this beautiful woman's reputation. She was a wife and mother and deserved some respect. Damn it!

BB slid into bed next to me. She leaned over and gave me a toe curling kiss. I could feel her amazing tits against my chest as I ran my hand over her back and down to her ass. This was one sexy woman with curves in all the right places. Then I regained my senses.

"Bonnie, I didn't mention it, but the doctor told me that I needed to give my balls a month or two to recover from the kick Fargo delivered to them," I lied, hoping it sounded plausible. "Let's just lie here and cuddle for awhile. I should be fully recovered before too long. Doc doesn't want me getting too aroused and ejaculating, or at least trying to cum. He said it could cause permanent damage, so I should not be allowing myself to become too aroused."

"Oh. Chuck! I didn't realize how badly he hurt you! Is the doctor sure that you'll make a full recovery? I feel terrible that I was the cause of so much pain. Can I do anything to help you relax, Darling?"

As she spoke, BB pulled back slightly to look at my face. Her wonderful tits swung pretty much unencumbered just below my chin. It was all I could do to keep from blasting off right there and then.

"Just hold me while we sleep, Bonnie, and I'll be a happy man. As she snuggled up to me and fell into a deep sleep, I pondered my situation. There could be no doubt that this TV show would go into syndication and be shown numerous times over the next twenty years. I had to consider what sort of image I really wanted to project. 

I'd been fortunate that my little stunt of tipping Jim over while he was stuffing his face at the dinner table didn't result in some serious harm to Jim. How would I have faced his real parents if I had caused brain damage or death? How would I face my wife if I tapped this beauty sleeping next to me? What about when the kids watched the show? I could always claim I was hypnotized and honestly believed that this woman was my wife, but I knew the truth. 

I began to rethink what I wanted people to say about me when they gathered around the water cooler discussing the show. I had the decided advantage of knowing I was involved in a true reality production and could make an attempt to seen as one of the good guys. The rest of the members of both families believed it was reality. I decided that if my wife actually had sex with her perceived husband, I would not hold it against her. How could I when we both agreed to appear in this stupid damn show? What in hell was I thinking when I agreed to it? I didn't need the money. Was it the chance for fame? Did Bonnie talk me into it? Or did I talk her into it, or was it a mutual decision? I just couldn't dredge up any memories of discussing the decision with Bonnie and the kids, and that troubled me.

We walked across the street and down the block to Marge Sampson's house. BB looked really good, but showed far less of her chest than she had at the previous party. I kept hitching my pants up as we walked. I had purchased them a couple weeks ago since my old pants were getting way too big. Now my new pants weren't fitting properly either.

BB stayed close to my side and I really enjoyed her company. I was just finding out what an interesting, intelligent woman she really was. It's funny how much a man can learn about a woman once he stops concentrating on her tits and ass and actually listens to what she is saying.

Steve Fargo showed up, this time with his wife in tow. She was a mousy little thing and seemed totally cowed by the miserable prick. Small wonder he wanted to drill BB. There was no comparison between the two women and he and I both knew it. I intentionally made my way to the beer cooler at the same time Fargo did.

"I can see why you were so hot for Bonnie, you miserable fuck," I smiled as I spoke in a low voice only Fargo could hear. "Your poor wife looks like a fucking mouse, afraid of her own shadow. Bonnie has her beat, hands down and tits up, and she's my wife. You probably think about Bonnie when you fuck your little mouse, don't you Fargo? I just want you to know what a gentleman I am. I guarantee I won't be thinking about your wife when I'm fucking the shit out of Bonnie tonight."

Fargo just scowled at me as I grinned and strolled away. I didn't consider my taunts as any real type of revenge, but I had decided to save that for when I was in really good physical condition, and when every minute of my life was not being videoed. My plans for the prick weren't anything I'd want anyone to witness, let alone broadcast on network television.

BB and I had a great time with neighbors and friends. I probably had a beer or two more than I needed, but I was far from drunk. I was just mellow. BB wasn't feeling any pain as we managed to make our way back home. We climbed the stairs and successfully navigated the hallway to our bedroom.

I don't know exactly how it happened, but as soon as the door was closed, we went at each other like animals in heat. I pulled BB's dress over her head and tossed it in the general direction of her closet. She popped the buttons off my shirt in her frustration to undo them. I just managed to unhook her bra before she dropped to her knees in front of me while tugging at my belt. BB struggled with the button on my pants for a few seconds and then just gave a hard tug that sent the button bouncing off her left tit. Unfazed, she pulled my boxers down and gave an audible sigh when my cock made its appearance.

"Chuck! I've missed this bad boy so much," she groaned as she worked her hand up and down my shaft. "I'll be gentle, but if your balls start to hurt, let me know and I'll stop."

I watched as she engulfed my cock in her mouth and carefully cupped my balls in her hand. I quickly decided the pain would have to be off the Richter scale before I asked Bonnie to stop what she was doing. It had been a very long time for me and sadly, I didn't last nearly as long as I would have liked. BB never missed a beat as she drained me dry, then smiled at me as she regained her feet and gave me a lingering kiss. 

I picked her up and carried her to our bed. As I gently placed her down on her back, BB began to run her hands all over me.

"Jesus, Chuck!" she exclaimed. "Look at your chest and stomach. I think there's a six pack forming in there. You look fantastic!"

At that moment in time, she couldn't have said anything to enflame my desire more. BB thought I looked pretty buff? It caused me to redouble my efforts to please this beautiful goddess. I pulled off her panties and dove into her trimmed muff headfirst.




Act Naturally



She tried to pull my head off her after her first orgasm. By her third, she was too weak to lift her arms. I kissed my way up her torso as she gasped for air. I lingered a couple minutes on her incredible tits. Then I pulled my head off her chest, lined my raging cock up with her sex and plunged into her. She almost threw me back off as she bucked under me in the throes of the mother of all orgasms. 

I managed to stay in the saddle until she calmed down and then I began to give her everything I had. I noticed that I seemed to be able to go deeper now that my stomach was a smaller. My stamina was unbelievable. I hadn't enjoyed sex so much in twenty years, if ever. BB as speaking gibberish by the time I felt my balls start tingling, signaling the start of my climax. It felt like I pumped a quart of cum into BB before I finally ran dry and began to go soft. 

We lay side by side for a few minutes before she whispered into my ear, "Chuck, that was the best sex we've ever had. Where's my husband and what've you done with him? You were fantastic and I'm going to want a lot more of what you just gave me, Lover." 

I suddenly realized that I had done exactly what I had been determined not to do. I had sex with the other guy's wife! Everyone would know it. Shit, a lot of guys would probably record it so they could watch watch it over and over. I knew I would if it were someone else. "What would I tell my wife," were my last thoughts as I sunk into a deep sleep. 

The next morning, I woke feeling great physically. I felt bad about making love to another man's wife, especially after I had done such a remarkable job with her. How in hell would he ever be able to live up to the sex machine now known as Chuck? Then I felt more than a twinge of jealousy as the thought of BB sleeping with another man, even if it was her husband. The very notion upset me more than I cared to admit. I considered my emotions and it was pretty obvious that I had strong feelings for the sexy woman lying next to me. That caused me to feel guilty when I thought about my real wife. I could hardly even remember what she looked like!

I climbed out of bed and used the bathroom. Then I went down for my bowl of cheerios. As I reached into the cupboard, a cheery voice called to me from the table.

"Good morning, Dad! Have any energy left for our run. It sounded like you were doing a marathon with mom last night," laughed Kate.

Kate! My real daughter was sitting at the table. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing running shorts and a sports bra and her stomach looked strong and tight and her legs were long and athletic. My beautiful Kate was back!

"How come you're staring at Sis, Dad?" demanded a voice from the kitchen doorway.

I turned in that direction and saw my son Jim standing there. He held his shirt in his hand. His chest and abs showed muscle and definition, with just a hint of flab over his waist. His easy smile and deep blue eyes reminded me of his mother. He was one good looking kid.

Then I thought about my wife. Was she back, too? With more than a little trepidation, I went back upstairs to our bedroom. Carefully, I pulled the sheet back from the sleeping form. I marveled at the beauty of the woman sleeping in my bed. Her tits were works of art and her legs were long and slender. Her face was beautiful, but she wasn't my wife!

I left the bedroom and headed for my home office. I suddenly knew I had to call Dr. Roberts. He would straighten this out. I opened my rolodex to his name and saw a DVD wedged in it. I pulled it out and slid it into my computer. What was it, and who had placed it there? The monitor suddenly lit up and Dr. Roberts appeared on screen.

"If you're watching this DVD, Chuck, it means that one of three things has occurred. The first option is six months have elapsed and you have reached no solution. The second option is that everything in your life has turned into what we in the psychiatry field call a big pile of dog shit, or number three, you've mastered your demons.

"Look who's sitting next to me, Chuck," continued the good doctor as the camera moved back and swung to the right showing a fat guy. The guy was in fact me, sitting next to Dr. Roberts. "This video is being made Friday, March 9. You have agreed to allow me to use an experimental hypnosis technique on you in hopes of helping you climb from the depths of despair and depression. If you're feeling like you can't cope with things right now, please call my emergency number immediately. If you feel that you're doing okay, sit back, watch and listen.

"You've been my patient for over a year. You were extremely depressed and didn't even know why. When I asked about your family, you told me that your kids were doing great, that your wife has become a bit dowdy and plain, but you both were very much in love and your sex life was great. However, under hypnosis, you told a far different story. Your kids were out of control. They were fat and lazy. They spent all day playing with their electronic toys and eating junk food and that you had actually encouraged it. You were ashamed of the way they looked and acted, as well as repulsed at your role in it all. 

"You also confessed that you were embarrassed at your own appearance. To hide your shame and insecurity, you had withdrawn from a wife you believed to be extremely attractive and sexy. You felt you didn't deserve such an amazing woman and were actually pushing her away emotionally. Your self esteem was in the crapper, Chuck. Conventional therapy and antidepressants did little to alleviate the problem, so today you've agreed to undergo an experimental procedure that has been successful in nearly half the cases where it's been used.

"I'm going to hypnotize you, Chuck. That, in conjunction with a medication used to treat arthritis, will allow your mind to enter into almost any reality I select for you. There are choices. Sometimes the psychiatrist will tell the patient that they have entered an alternate dimension. Sometimes we tell the patient they have traveled ahead in time. 

"The option that you have selected is that you are in a reality TV show where you believe that you switch places with another husband. You will no longer be in denial in this scenario. This option will allow you to see your family as they really are, as well as cause you to take steps to deal with that reality. Because the reality is so starkly different from your perceptions, you'll likely not believe that it's really your family. All of the technical aspects of this scenario will be created in your mind. You'll determine the rules and goals of the show, and how it's supposed to work. It would be far too complicated for me to try to cover, especially when I only have to give you the suggestion and your imagination will do the rest. 

"Your goal is to somehow face the truth and reconnect with your family. Your children need your guidance and your wife needs your love and attention. It's my hope that since you are watching this DVD, you've had some success in those areas. Please contact my office for an appointment regardless of what the outcome of this procedure may have been." 

It wasn't a show! The kids had really been mine all along! BB was really Bonnie, and she was my wife! I had behaved like a total ass for the past few months! I remembered everything now. How could I face my family? I had played the fool and now I knew that I had to face the music.

I turned to find Bonnie and the kids watching me. The blank expressions on their faces told me that they had no understanding of the situation.

"Are you okay, Dad? You've been acting weird this morning," stated Kate. "Was that bad news on the computer?"

"I owe all three of you an apology," I began. "I haven't been much of a father or husband the past few years. I was obsessed with making my software company a great success and lost all focus on what's really important in my life. The last few months have been really strange for me and I know I put you all through a lot. My only excuse is that I wasn't really myself, and I mean that literally."

"Does that mean you're not going to run with us any more, Dad? Won't you come to cheer for me on the cross country team, and let the other kids can see what a cool dad I have?" questioned Kate.

"Yeah, Dad. What about the weight lifting? I was just getting to where I could kick your butt. Now you're going back to the old dad that didn't care very much what I did?" asked Jim. "Aren't you going to come to my football games this fall? The guys think I'll be starting at linebacker, since Ted Gillow and Tracy Reynolds graduated last year."

"Does that mean that I'll lose my amazing studly lover and my new best friend, Chuck? Does it mean I'll be a sexually frustrated grade school teacher again?" suggested Bonnie with a smile. "I don't think I'll be able to give up what I discovered last night."

"Mom! That's way too much information. But, it's a good thing you feel that way because some of my friends have been asking me about Dad. They think he's pretty hot. Heck, they think Jim is smokin' hot these days," asserted Kate.

"That's funny because the guys in the weight lifting club keep asking me about my sister and keep telling how lucky my father is to have such a hot wife. It's actually pretty embarrassing for me," confessed Jim.

"Wow, Chuck! Look what you've done to this family," laughed Bonnie. "And now you're apologizing for it? Kate and Jim both look great, have lots of new friends, and apparently more than a few admirers. I have a hunky husband that I have to keep a close eye on or some nympho teenager will try to steal him from me, and you have a wife that turns a few heads, but completely adores you. What exactly are you apologizing for and what do you propose to do about it?"

I looked at the three of them smiling at me and realized that I had somehow blundered into a great life. Depression would no longer be my companion. 

"As long as we're speaking frankly here, I think I'll take you upstairs, Bonnie, and show you why you'll never need to look at any other men, of any age. Then, I'll kick Kate's butt in a three mile run, and destroy Jim in a killer workout that'll force him to admit that I'm still the master, and he's just the grasshopper," I chuckled.

"Dad, that sounds good, but I suggest that you run with us first, lift second, and take care of mom last. It doesn't look like she'll let you finish anytime before lunch and you know you won't be worth a crap after she's done with you," laughed Kate.



Act of Contrite



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written solely by myself blakat, with no characters reflecting the likeness of non-fictional entities.

Note: This is my first story so please give feedback, I'm anxious to know what my readers think.

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My name is Aiden, i'm 24 and married to my wife Madalyn who's 23. We got married at the young age of 18 simply because we were in love, horny and I was taller than her. The best night of our lives was our wedding night when we took each other's virginity, it hurt for her for the first 2 minutes and I came shortly afterward but we laughed about it and literally kept going at it again and again until eventually the sun was raising and my penis was deflated. This was followed by the worst night of our lives just 3 month after when she had a miscarriage. We were young, inexperienced but deeply in love. We stayed away from the idea of having a baby until her 22nd birthday when we decided we were finally over the grief of what wasn't our fault, after months of continuing our already consistent sex life she got pregnant. 

We continued to live in joy for the next 2 months until the night of my 23rd birthday when I was walking home from work and got mugged, I remained calm and catered to the man's whim but even to his content with my wallet he shot me in the back. My wife stayed at my bed side for months while I recuperated, still joyed at the fact of our upcoming baby we continued to be in love even while knowing I would never walk or be able to make love with her again. When I was released Madalyn was 7 months pregnant and looking ripe to pop any minute, which led to the death of our second child. Little baby Samantha was born a month and a half before her due date, having a defected lung she passed away 2 days after her birth. A year has passed since then and while our love hadn't withered a beat, we are both dead people.

"Hey Aiden" said Harold, my child hood friend who just 15 years ago had a game of dungeon and dragons to see who would get to marry Madalyn when we were older, "Would you like some help getting changed? Madalyn left early for her gyno appointment and called me over to keep an eye on you."

"Were those her exact words?" I replied while trying not to sound insulted.

"Well I'm sorry Aiden, I didn't mean it like that. Do you need afew minutes alone?"

"Naa I understood what you meant you big ole lug head. " I said with a smile, "Why don't we start the day with some dungeons and dragons. Maybe this time I'll keep my end of the bargain when you beat me."

Hours latter we got done with our game of dungeon and dragons and Madalyn got home looking excited as the day of our wedding. "AIDEN!!" She screamed in utter excitement.

"Madalyn babe your about to fall, sit on my lap and tell me whats up" I said putting my wheel chair in park. Madalyn walked over and took a seat on my disabled leg, while I couldn't feel her soft rump anymore I could still smell her beautiful smelling hair.

"The nurse brought back the test and confirmed that all I have is a simple thyroid issue, with that fixed I could become a fully functional mommy slash baby making machine!!"

We 3 cheered and hugged each other for what felt like hours, as excited as I was hearing I could finally be a father I couldn't help but feel helpless that in order to be one my wife would have to sign up for a sperm bank.

Weeks went by and all I ever thought about was my potential son or daughter having absolutely zero traits of me. It came the day where Madalyn would have her surgery and Lord behold with only a one night stay she was back at home taking care of me.

"Babe, don't hide it. I know its troubling you." She said to me that night in bed. I looked at her with a blank face, "You will make a fantastic father regardless if your the dna donor or can walk."

"Surprisingly beyond the fact there will be no lap bouncing there's just one thing bothering me..." but before I could say she said "The sperm bank.."

"Listen babe, " She said caressing my cheek, "Your still man to me and there is nothing wrong with being skeptical of having a banked child. I wish there was a better way too."

With that said I got a idea, one I wasnt proudest of. "Madalyn, what if there was a better option?".

she closed her book and said, "I'm all ears babe."

"Before I say this let me tell you that this isnt part of some sick fantasy or anything, it's just a idea." I said, her eyes showing attention, "I appreciate you saying I'm still a full man, and I know you mean and feel that way. But I know I'm physically lacking in the department. And you are a women, a full women." She continued to look beginning to show a look of discomfort, "What if you had a hand picked sexual partner that we both agreed on, able to take care of the sexual needs that you have and that can give you the child I can't."

Madalyn looked at me, shocked and almost angry, "Aiden, listen to me. I assured you when the accident happend that you are the only man I ever had interest in, the only man that I would ever want to see me naked or even in a bikini. I wouldn't even use a dildo let alone produce a child with another man."

"But babe that's the thing, you can't tell me you still don't get sexual desires, I still do and I'm incapable of expressing them." her face showing some calm now, "And the way I see it, hand picking a man makes more sense then some random sperm."

"I agree about the sperm but I want to assure you that while our sex life is well.. Penis less. I'm overly content with your mouth and fingers, your still a incredible lover." She said with the most truthful eyes.

Happy to hear her words but still not convinced I resorted to her weak spot, her arm pit "Will this convince you!"

Her laughter overwhelming as it was proved to her how serious I was, it was a kinky thing we picked up when we first started having sex.

"Madalyn I want you to know how serious I am, I want this for you. I want you to be able to express your inner women."

"Aiden I can see your serious, but I know it will hurt you. I have no desire to sleep with another man, the thought alone makes me feel empty."

"Or maybe it reminds you of how empty you are with me." I said, tears starting to roll down her face. I put my arm around her to comfort her,

"Babe I'm sorry, I just want you to have what you deserve."

"YOUR MORE THEN I DESERVE YOU JACK ASS." she said wiping her tears, "Of course I miss the sensation of penetration, but I miss the sensation you gave me. That's all."

"Then if I can't do that for you, why not at least try it one time with someone you trust. The desire will only grow over time anyways." I told her with earnest, I continued to hold her tight.

"Aiden.. I love you." she said hugging me back, "Your putting all jealousy aside for me. I know you so well honey, you are actually concerned." she looked at me and smiled, "I'll try it for you, once. And only for your concern. But I have a condition."

"Ofcourse. Let me guess, black guy?"

She smacked me laughing, "No but if I actually am going to do this then it would only make sense to do it with someone shorter then me, a kink of mine about you is how your taller. It makes sense to atleast try something new." she said, looking scared, "But my actual condition is a condom, this way you can remain my only bear back fella. However if I feel like I can live with myself what so ever then I will consider going bear back, but only so to get a child."

Our search began.

"Hey Aiden, what's happening?" Harold said over the phone, "Before you say anything I have to tell you, I'm really excited for thanksgiven this year, I note only have the new madden but I desperately want to try out your new zelda game." Hardold and I had a thing about playing football on thanksgiving and not on any other day because we detested the sport, so the madden games kept that tradition alive for us.

"Yeah, alot of weirdos are dissing it, but I love the motion controls, it makes me feel like I'm wielding a sword. People take mobility for granted that's for sure."

"Hey man you don't have to sell me, it's zelda!!" He said in a honest tone, "So what did you call for?"

This was going to be easy, he was my long time friend and while it made sense he should be the one to help us out I didn't want to screw the dynamic, "Listen Harold, there is a huge favor Madalyn and I have for you and honestly it requires you to sleep overnight. Why not come the day before thanks giving and spend the night?"

"Well I have alot to do that day and I planned on doing nothing except chilling after 6 so... Yeah, why not. I'll see you then."

As I hung up I remembered hearing Madalyn cry when I mentioned how I could be whats making her feel empty, it was like a movie where I was focusing so hard on the memory that when she spoke to me everything climaxed into one sound, "Hey honey what did Harold say?"

Acting a little startled I replied, "Oh, he's coming the twenty third. He's excited about the new Zelda."

"Then he's going to love what we got him for early Christmas, not every friend would buy there friends a game and a whole new console." she said, with a look of uncertainty on her face, "And you can't go wrong with Zelda."

"Madalyn your small talk is your weak spot, what's wrong?"

"It's just ever since I was 6 the only men I ever thought of being with was you and prince charming from Cinderella." she said and I chuckled, "I tried to imagine what it would be like sleeping with Harold, I know he liked me back in the day and this would probably be a big thing for him. But it won't for me."

"And what did you feel when you imagined him in bed?" I replied, with slight unease of the situation.

"I imagined sex without you, and it seemed.. stupid."

"I know how you feel, if I imagined myself making love with anyone besides you I cringe. But then I remember that what we have when we shared our bodies in the bed room would be nothing compared to two people simply trying to achieve orgasm."

"And that's how I have to look at it, it could never compare in any way shape or form to anything me and you could ever do and I want you to know that." she said with a big smile, "Now you, I need to ask you. How would you feel knowing the children you will raise weren't from your dna? And from your best friends none the less."

This was something I had been contemplating, and her asking made it so easy to compile, "I consider myself a father already, I love the children you and I made together even though they are passed, and I'll love these new ones just as much." this brought water to her eyes, "If there boys then I am going to make sure and convince them to freeze there sperm though, that's something that would have made me really happy right now."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea from a smart man." she said as she walked away to cook dinner.

Three days had passed and Harold was going to be at the door any minute, Madalyn was taking one last shower before her first chance of sexual penetration in over a year and she wanted to be properly groomed. I could tell she was dreading it but my hope was that he sexual needs would be met to full. Even with love being enough I knew how much sex brought joy to her, though the sex she enjoyed so much was the act with me... *Knock*

"Hey Aiden." Harold said as he walked in holding his key we made for him, "What's cooking?"

"She's making chilly Harold, Christmas came early." I said knowing this was our favorite dish since child hood.

"I knew you two crazy kids would do something like this, that's why I haven't eaten all day." He said holding his suit case, "I'll get to the guest room if you don't mind, I want to put this thing down." he said while holding up his brief case.

"Yea well listen Harold we might be dropping a bomb shell on you tonight, nothing wrong but I want to ensure that me and Madalyn are okay." I said to little avail, he was already 50 miles away.

Two hours had passed and we were at the dinner table, Madalyn had the chilly ready and we we all eating and talking about the random stuff that we had been talking about since age 5. That was until the wife popped me the eye, she wanted me to know she was ready to ask. I winked to re insure her that I had no second thoughts.

"Uhoh, the wink." Harold said while wiping chilly off his chin. "What are you two crazy kid's plotting now?"

I paused like a idiot, I did not know how to go about asking him what we had planned to ask him. But then Madalyn helped, "Listen Harold Aiden and I have been talking, and we don't want to do a sperm bank."

Harold's jaw dropped, mortified almost looking like he was about to cry, "But guys its your dream, don't you want to start a family?"

"Harold there's nothing we want more, but we feel that there is a better option." I re insured Harold, he attempted to collect himself, "I brought up a concern of mine to Madalyn regarding our sexual activity and how we could solve both issues at once."

Harold's moved his face to Madalyn, "It's a something that I assured Aiden wasn't a issue, but I'm willing to try it only because he's so concerned about it."

"You guy's aren't considering having Madalyn swing with another man are you? That won't solve anything, she wouldn't be treated right.: Harold said becoming flustered.

"That's the thing Harold, it wouldn't be just any man. It would be.." I said but was interrupted.

"You Harold." Madalyn finished for me, "You made the most sense."

"What..?" He looked puzzled.

"It has nothing to do with any fantasies." I insured him, "And it would have nothing to do with love." assured Madalyn.

"Wait hold on, your asking me to produce Madalyn children?" He asked with a look of judgment.

"Yes, that way we would know the father." said Madalyn.

"Listen I can see some sense in that, but can't I just donate sperm?" asked Harold.

"While that's a fantastic idea Harold, that's what we would be asking you right now if it wasnt for what I want Madalyn to not be deprived of." I answered, "Aiden is concerned of my sexual desires, while I am content he wants me to be able to experience penetration just once, and continually if I find it's something I crave."

"Count me out, I can't do that to you two." Harold sprung to his feet and rocked the table, this caused hot chilly to spill on Madalyn. She got up and ran out of the room crying.

I sat there in my wheel chair hoping I did not lose a friend, surely enough after hearing the shower start, "You know Aiden, I had a thing for Madalyn. But there wasnt a say I was happier when you two got married."

I looked up "I know Harold." I replied.

"You two really have thought about this, haven't you?" He asked in a calm.

"Yes"

He looked up, and took a gulp. "I will help you and Madalyn discover what you need, anything for you guys."

Delight popped in my head, everything was starting to come together and it was perfect, "She's in the shower as we speak, nothing can make two people hotter then a shower."

He smiled and walked toward the stairs, "Hold up Harold, she wants her first time with anybody other then me with this." I pulled a Condom out of my pocket, he said that he understood and walked up the stairs.

Becoming excited I went into reverse on my wheel chair and turned to aim myself to the living room, this way I could view the camera system he had installed to keep a eye on me. This would be one of it's first real uses seeing how Madalyn never wanted to leave my side. I popped the channel viewer to the bathroom camera and watched as the door knob twisted.

"Wha" I heard Madalyn say through the audio output, Harold had walked into the room ready to take off his pants and join Madalyn.

"Madalyn are you sure this is what you want?" he asked looking nervous.

"Yes, anything for Aiden."

Harold's pants dropped and his shirt flew off, he walked into the walk in shower with Madalyn and began kissing her. 40 seconds had passed and the groping became intense, he began pinching her right nipple and shocked her by inserting his bony thumb into her vagina. Madalyn began to instinctively thrust her pelvis against his thumb and even grabbed his balls. Her face looked content, almost like she missed it.

"Listen Harold, I don't want to be treated like a princess, that's what Aiden and I have." she said assertively, "Not out of any kink but I want to be treated like a slut, don't be gentle."

Harold looked shocked, but quickly adapted by pushing her down to her knees by her shoulders and shoving his dick in her breast, he rubbed the tip of his dick against her nipple and made her nipple grow hard. After a minute of pleasurably messaging his dick with her C sized breast he shoved his dick into her mouth by plugging her nose to force her to breathe using her mouth and shoved it as far down as he could, she initially gagged but began to suck and jerk it. This went on until he pulled out and smacked her breast with his cock afew times until it blew all over her breast and up to her chin.

"Put your condom on, let's do this." she said looking undignified with water drenched sperm leaking from her chin. She leaned against the shower wall and her boobs smushed to the sides of her body, her butt stuck out toward him. "Common, let's go."

Harold walked to his pants and unwrapped the condom, he put it on and walked behind Madalyn to grab her hips, "It's been awhile, I won't treat you like a princess, but I won't abuse you. I will go slow."

"Thank you Harold." Madalyn said in a genuine fashion, that is until 3 inches of Harold's dick slid into her and then back out. "Ouch!" she said laughing and turning her head.

Harold grabbed his penis and pressed it against Madalyns pink pussy, his head slid down her pussy lips until they came open and he slid in. Madalyn gave out a soft moan and winked at the camera, I gasped in surprise that she knew I was watching. Harold slowly jerked his hips every 40 seconds to push himself deeper into Madalyn, he let her get used to his length in preparation her the act ahead. Eventually after afew more soft moans Harold grabbed Madalyn's tits and pushed into her all 9 inches of the way.

"Ahh" Madalyn groaned, "Uhh, start humping" she said with her face scrunched up.

Harold started to pump in and out of Madalyn's vagina and her face grew a look of disgust, he held onto her hips and let out afew moans himself. Madalyn finally opened her eyes to reveal the tiniest little sparkle, showing she must be enjoying the sensation even through all of her discomfort of not having me as a partner. This continued until Madalyn lifted up her left leg up to Harold's shoulder showing how she grew comfortable enough to switch positions. Harold enjoyed the merry go round motion frictioned on his dick by Madalyn, and Madalyn obviously greatly enjoyed this positioned because she finally began to pump back and forth to meet his motions. Harold knew he wasnt going to last much longer before cumming and so he warned Madalyn. "Madalyn, I'm going to cum inside you any moment now." she turned around and began to moan wildly, showing how close she was as well. But just as Harold felt Madalyn's pussy clenching harder against his cock she pulled forward forcing Harolds dick to slide out.

"The bed room, now. And take off your condom." She said as she learned over to turn off the water, she ran naked to our bed room and Harold followed.

I was shocked at Madalyn's decision but overall happy for her, she would finally be able to get the release that she deserved. I switched the video feed to the bed room cam and to my surprise they were already in our bed room. I watched as my wife was thrown onto my own bed by my best friend no less, she adjusted her back and spread her legs apart.

"Fuck me." She told Harold, a word Madalyn had never used in bed before. Harold took off the condom and placed his cock head against her opening, he rubbed it up and down like before but Madalyn wasn't about to play that again. With all of her force she pumped forward and consumed the entire length of his cock into her organs. "AHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOUR BEAR COCK FEELS INSIDE!"




Act of Forgiveness



I watched her as she walked into the fitting room area. I followed closely behind and my excitement grew as I watched the door close behind her beautiful body. I waited for a brief moment and then tried the door. It was locked. I softly knocked on the door.

“Just a minute.”

“Open the door please,” I said stubbornly.

“Find another room if you will not wait,” came the reply.

“There aren’t any available rooms, so I thought perhaps we could share?”

Nothing but silence. I knew the young girl was breaking. Her defense was diminishing, as her arousal heightened. I took control of the situation.

“I only need to try this one shirt on, I will be but a minute, now open the door.”

It took exactly three seconds for the door to open. I stepped inside and closed the door.

“Thank you. I will hurry along,” I said as I pulled my shirt up over my head. I was not wearing a bra and her eyes were fixated on my small, perky breasts. My nipples hardened as her eyes drank in the sight before her. My fingers brushed against my nipples. She quickly looked up, her eyes meeting mine. I noticed her cheeks were a bit rosier.

“I’m sorry, I, I didn’t meant to stare,” she said voice trembling. 

“No need for an apology,” I said. “I like people looking at me, especially at my breasts.”

“I could tell,” the woman whispered quietly to herself. 

I looked at the woman carefully as I thought about what I should say next. I held out my hand as I said, “My name is Chandra.”

She stood unsure for a moment, but then finally relented.

“I’m Abigail,” she said as we shook.

“Now that we got the introductions out of the way,” I began as I tried on the new shirt, “Tell me what you think.”

I slowly turned around, so Abigail could get a good look. My nipples continued to stand proudly, straining against the thin material. The material was extremely soft, so I told Abigail to touch the shirt. She slowly extended her hand. I knew she wanted to touch the shirt, but was hesitant because she was so aroused.

As soon as her hand rested on the corner of my shirt, I placed my right hand on top of hers. Her eyes widened and I could tell she was startled. I moved her hand, so her hand came to rest on my left breast. She was clearly surprised by my boldness.

“That’s much better,” I whispered. I smiled at her and my smile must have been reassuring because she started fondling my breast. Abigail brought her other hand up as well, so she could fondle both my breasts at the same time. I only allowed this to happen for a minute.

“Stop,” I said quietly, but firmly.

Abigail’s hands froze and she looked questioningly into my eyes. My eyebrows narrowed. She withdrew her hands from my breasts, the look of loss, visible on her face. I took the new shirt off and threw it to the ground, my bare breasts bouncing lightly.

“Suck them,” I commanded. 

As Abigail’s lips wrapped tightly around my right nipple, I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her even closer to me. As she hungrily sucked on my nipples, I ran my fingers through her long red hair. Every few seconds, our eyes met. My dark, powerful green eyes meeting her lighter, softer green eyes.

“Undress me.”

She pulled back slightly, and pulled my skirt off. I stood with nothing but my black lace thong on. She cupped my mound and rubbed her palm against my thong. She had the softest and most skilled hands of anyone I had ever met.

I couldn’t wait any longer, so I pushed my thong down my long, athletic legs. I kicked my thong off, pulled Abigail to me and started kissing her. I placed her hand on my bare pussy. As the passion between us intensified, her skilled hand worked on my pussy. I pulled us back a step, so my back met the mirror in the small room. Now that I had something to lean against, I told Abigail to eat me. She slid down my bronze, toned body and hungrily started eating me out. Her tongue gently teased my throbbing clit. As she inserted two fingers deeply into my shaved pussy, she began sucking on my clit. I was busy rotating, pulling, and twisting my nipples. My body began tightening up, so I knew I was close. I told Abigail to put her mouth on my pussy and get ready. She used her thumb to rub my clit back and forth. When I came, I relaxed my bladder as well. Abigail didn’t seem surprised. She was able to catch all of my cum as well as my piss. 

When I was finished, Abigail handed me my clothes. As I was getting dressed, I looked Abigail over. My eyes narrowed and she lowered her head. I smiled now because Abigail wouldn’t see it.

“Stand up,” I said.

Abigail quickly rose.

“You are forgiven.”

Abigail’s eyes lit up.

“Really mistress? You mean it?”

“Of course. I told you what to do to receive my forgiveness and you did it. You played your part very well.”

Abigail’s cheeks reddened once again upon hearing the compliment.

“Thank you mistress.”

“Now don’t ever disobey me again.”

“Yes mistress.”

I put my arm around her.

“Let’s go home baby.”



Act of Lust



Sunlight filled my eyes as I awoke, my body screaming in agony as I forced myself to sit up. Wait a moment, I thought to myself, how does my body hurt? Looking down at myself I cursed. Those bastards had me trapped in a damned human body again!

Maybe I should explain myself. I am a spirit. Most of you would call me a god, but that word is meaningless to me. There are others of course; we embody an aspect of humanity to its absolute fullest: Wrath, Honor, Envy, Joy, and Hope just to name a few. I am Lust, eternally committed to enjoying the absolute most of anything sexual.

There are far too many of us to create a true list of us. Many years ago the others got bored with our lack of anything to truly do. We decided to create a race that held a piece of all of us in it. Initially we walked among you, but wars raged regularly when those of you that more closely resembled one of us in personality disagreed with another. We eventually agreed that we should just watch the world and not interfere with anything.

Later on in your history, spirits would be trapped in a mortal shell to quell our aspects for a time being. It was much like our version of time out. I myself had been a victim of this punishment numerous times. It was irritating to say the least, we could no longer fly and our vision becomes ridiculously dim. Why we designed you with eyes that could see such a small spectrum of light is beyond me.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I got off the ground trying to get a feeling of where I was. I lurched around dumbly on my new man-legs, and stumbled out of the alleyway that I had found myself in. I turned down street as a terrible noise deafened my sound receptors (ears I believe you call them). As I ambled down the street full of people, I couldn't help but notice that other people kept staring at me, as if I was some kind of monstrosity.

Most of the people gave me looks of disgust as they brushed by me. I didn't understand until a new noise swept over me, a siren blared obnoxiously loud and as I turned to its source I was consequently blinded by a series of flashing lights on its top.

As I stared at this new chariot on the road, a door opened and I could swear that what stepped out was the aspect of Love made flesh. The woman was roughly 5' 8", with blonde hair that was tied in a bun and had the most striking ice blue eyes that seemed to see my true being. I could see her exquisite form even through her uniform. It seemed that her luscious breasts were trying to escape through. I knew only one thing: that I had to make this creature my play thing.

As I stood there staring quite obviously at her gorgeous body, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I could hear her stop talking as she realized that I was as hard as steel. Her gaze dropped to my member and I noticed a quick change in her attitude.

One of the perks of being the aspect of Lust, is that any human that stands near me for an extended period of time will begin to get heavily aroused. After that, they will see me as what they lust after most in whatever gender of body I happen to inhabit. They effect must have been delayed on her for whatever reason, and the arousal must have hit her like a train when she saw my dick waving back and forth.

Quickly, she stumbled through the rest of what she was saying (something about my rights, I wasn't really paying attention. She then proceeded to put me in handcuffs and throw me in the back of her vehicle. After slamming the door behind me, she hopped in the driver seat and, sped into a nearby parking garage. The driving beauty, parked in a secluded area, got out and then roughly pulled me out of the back seat.

She dragged me over to a dark corner, threw me up against a wall and then sagged quickly to her knees. Her attention was solely focused on my still hard cock. Slowly she reached out and touched it, watching it bob around before grasping it in her small hands. As she started to stroke my shaft, she looked up into my eyes questioningly. "It's okay, doll," I said to her soothingly, "Go ahead and suck my cock."

My words seemed to light a fire inside her, and she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock bobbing her head up and down in a wild fury. After roughly 10 minutes quite possibly the best blowjob I had ever got I tapped her on her head and she looked up at me once again, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"You seem to have that down quite well doll," I commended her, "What is it that I should call you by?"

"My name is Ashley," she stated flatly, still quite transfixed my cock, "Ashley Burke."

"Well, Ashley Burke, your mouth is quite pleasing, but how about we see how well your pussy can handle me." A smile crossed my lips as she got up off her knees, and slowly started undoing her pants. Letting them fall to the floor, Ashley proceeded to bend over placing her hands on the wall next to me for support.

"Not that I don't appreciate the enthusiasm, dearest, but it seem that I'm quite unable to grab hold of you," I stated jokingly. Ashley's face turned red as she hunted through her pockets for the key to my handcuffs. After unlocking me I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, where I had been, grabbing her breasts through her uniforms shirt. Slowly I teased my hand down to her waist, and began feeling petting her pussy softly.

I moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I found her soaking hole, and inserted first one , then two fingers into her. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, as a roughly finger her through a minor orgasm. As our lips left contact, she uttered a single word to me: "Please..."

"Please, what, doll?"

"Please, fuck me!" she moaned aloud.

Never one to pass down an invitation on a woman this sexy, I buried my cock balls deep inside of her. I held her still as she bucked from the sudden invasion. After I had allowed her to get used to my size, I began sawing my cock in and out of her soaking pussy. As she was moaning into my ear, I reached behind her lifting her off the ground, allowing her to wrap her smooth legs around me.

As Ashley's moans of pleasure intensified, she began thrusting her hips into me, meeting me thrust for thrust in a wild animalistic flurry of passion. Suddenly she stopped bucking, instead pulling me as deep as she could inside of her.

"OH GOD!! I'M CUMMING!!" she screamed, and I could feel her tight pussy begin contracting all along my shaft. The sensation of her pussy clamping down all over my cock was too much for me, and I unleashed a torrent of cum into her soaking love tunnel. Both of us collapsed to the floor completely exhausted.

As soon as I had caught my breath, I shakily tried to stand. The last thing I remember before passing out was Ashley trying to catch me as I fell into darkness.