0 comments/ 89406 views/ 4 favorites Ginny's Wicked Resolve By: jay.palin Back by popular demand, Ginny relates a tale of sin and hopes for redemption in her own words. It's in three parts, so can be digested slowly. Read "Ginny Weds," and other of her earlier stories, as an introduction. Part 1 The doorbell awakens me from an afternoon nap. Over in the crib my little daughter, Andi, sleeps peacefully. She still seems like a baby to me, though she's almost three. Her age hardly matters, however. She exhausts me! I feel like I'm 90, rather than 24. If I hadn't left Mike I'd probably not feel so sluggish all the time because I'd have his help. Well, that's the life of a single parent. You made the choice to leave your husband and file for divorce, I think to myself. My life's certainly changed – for better or worse – by many decisions I've made over the past few years. I'd better get up and see if JJ needs me to do something. As I climb the stairs to the front door two floors up I hear his deep voice and a feminine giggle. The hair goes up on the back of my neck. Does he have a woman up there again? I wonder. As I round the last bend of stairs leading up to the top floor foyer in the beautiful new hillside house…sure enough! It's that damned UPS driver, Trisha, about to burst out of her tight brown shirt and shorts, squatting in front of my step-father, JJ, noisily sucking his cock. I stop, peer around the corner, and her back is to me, while JJ faces me, looking down the top flight of steps with a blissful look on his face. "Aaahh…Jeezus…Trisha, your mouth is so hot!" he gasps, as both of them concentrate on their sinful labors. She moans and grasps the banisters on both sides so she won't fall backward down the stairs, and JJ's fingers weave softly through her beautiful, shoulder-length auburn hair. Behind him there's a parcel that Trisha has delivered, and beside the front door there's a stack of his outgoing business packages. JJ sees me and opens his eyes widely. He's taken to working more in his home office since the baby and I moved in a couple of weeks ago, when I split from my husband, Mike. This is Trisha's last stop at the end of her delivery route on the way to the UPS parcel distribution center. So, lucky for JJ, she always has a few extra minutes to spend here, to…play. At one time I would've thought that their little game was super cool – when I was on the receiving end of his magnificent prick – but now I heartily disapprove of his philandering, and he knows it. Aware that he's seen me, I look directly into his eyes and shake my head soundlessly, disgustedly, and turn to walk back downstairs. I hear him pant and groan, "Nngh, yeah!" several times, knowing that he's pumping his thick spunk into Trisha's mouth, as she mewls and smacks her lips around his big tool. For a moment I get a bit lightheaded and remember that paralyzing feeling of joy that I used to experience when he unloaded into my mouth, or anywhere in or on my body. I brace myself with one hand against the wall, closing my eyes as a feeling of dizziness washes over me, and I can almost taste his slick cum on my tongue. But, I put the evil thought out of my mind. I now believe in the Ten Commandments, and he's committing adultery again. I've recently become a devout Christian. I hear the door close. JJ clears his throat and calls, "Ginny!?" I'm now one flight down on the second floor. I've retreated to just inside the master bedroom – where he and my mother, Lee, sleep – leaning forward over a two-sink vanity and looking at myself in its huge mirror, stifling an impulse to be sick. I feel like a wife who's caught her husband fucking his mistress. My heart is beating so hard I can almost hear it. My forehead is clammy from perspiration and I'm breathing shallowly and rapidly. My brow is furrowed and I tighten it to try to get rid of the wrinkles, since lines are beginning to form because of my constant tension and worry over the past three years. Yet…I have to admit that I'm extremely turned on by what I've just seen. My crotch is moist under my skirt and is wetting my panties. "I'm here, JJ," I answer curtly, trying to sound angry but really attempting to stay calm. "Sorry, baby," he whispers, wrapping me in his arms. "I'm just a guy who can't say no," he says, boyishly, paraphrasing the line from the old musical, Oklahoma! My face presses against his chest, I smell his virile male scent, and my knees feel weak. I push away from him, knowing that I have little to say about his behavior, and say, sharply, "JJ, you're just an old dog!" "Hey, easy on the ‘old'. Besides, you used to love it," he responds, embarrassedly…half-apologetically. "Well, how d'you think it makes me feel now?" I whine. "Mornings I hear you and Lee making love at dawn – this bedroom's right over mine, y'know! And every time you get a UPS package that slut Trisha either blows you or screws you…right in the house…with the baby downstairs!" I shrill. "It's not Trisha's fault…or Lee's," he says, quietly assuming responsibility. "I'm not so sure!" I bark, sounding more than a bit jealous...and frustrated by his immorality. The first time I'd witnessed Trisha's antics was just after we moved in. JJ had been standing two steps down on the upper stairway, and I watched his muscular butt drive his huge dick into the gorgeous, suntanned driver from behind, with her whining like a bitch in heat. From my stance on the stairs' lower landing, I'd seen her wet, pink pussy clamping around his angry prick as he boned her. The sight had made me nearly faint from desire. Of course, I expect him to have sex with my petite, attractive mother. It just makes me ashamed that I feel compelled to masturbate when I hear them, remembering that first year or more that I'd known JJ – before and after I'd married Mike – and how we'd fucked our brains out. That first year I'd fallen in love with him. And, that's why – because of my new husband being hospitalized from a motorcycle accident on our wedding night – I'd chosen my 50-year-old father, on the spur of the moment, to be the father of my child, because I was ovulating and desperate to become pregnant. Well, I still love him, even though I stopped going to bed with him a while after I was married. And now I hurt terribly each time I discover one of his infidelities. "Ginny, you've got to get out of your funk!" he admonishes. I look around at his big, king-sized marriage bed and, for a split second, I know that I could easily tempt him onto it and we'd be rutting away in a matter of minutes. We used to do stuff like that…before my religious turn of mind. I shudder, though, and drive the shameful thought from my head, especially since I'm now off the pill. "JJ," I say. "How many times do I have to tell you that I've changed since I found Jesus?" "And how many times do I have to say that I didn't know He was missing?" he retorts, sarcastically. "That religious bullshit is just a sop for people who can't think for themselves or are hiding from something, Ginny. You're smarter than that!" I'm secretly flattered that JJ admires my intelligence, yet at the same time I feel so lost. I look up at him and my chin starts to quiver, signaling a need to cry in my helplessness. But I hear Andi cough in our room one floor down and I have to see to her. Thankful that I've been stopped from breaking into tears I say to JJ, "Uhh, I told Lee I'd fix dinner for us tonight, since she's got her woman's club meeting. I'll get the baby and meet you up in the kitchen." A while later we're in the kitchen, with me in front of the stove, preparing the meal. Andi's playing in the dining room and I've closed off the stairs with a safety gate. "So what's really pissing you off?" JJ asks, while leaning against the counter and sipping a glass of wine. "Being wrong about Mike, mainly," I answer, being only half-truthful and wanting to disguise my jealousy…and my physical frustration. "He loves us – Andi and me – but he's still a kid. He can't hold down a job, he's obsessed with bike and car racing, and he's got a bad meth habit. Being a family man comes in a distant second. He's even done jail time, you know? Little stuff…for outstanding warrants." "Yeah, I know," he says. "I've paid his bail." "And Lee tries to tell me he's irresponsible because of the mixed messages his father gave him when he was growing up – or his dyslexia – but I don't believe it. I think he's just spoiled rotten." "You can't make Lee believe that," I assert. "Mothers are blind to their kids' faults. And you should talk. You spoil Andi terribly." "Andrea's our daughter, Ginny," JJ says…very seriously. "Neither she, nor you, will ever get mixed messages from me. Just all the advantages I can provide." "Is that why you built this beautiful house?" I ask. "I've gotta admit that when you got pregnant I knew we'd need a bigger place," he says, "…so you, Mike and the baby could stay with us when you wanted." "Betcha never thought I'd be living with you," I say, forcing a grin and feeling a buoyant sense of happiness at the thought…and the reality. "True," he says, "but you've gotta realize how difficult it is for me to be around you a lot, and not…". "Not fuck me?" I interrupt, crudely. "Well…yeah. Yes, as a matter of fact!" he says, emphatically. "We had some great times a few years ago." "They were fantastic, JJ," I say, "but I was turning into your own, private slut, and I hadn't a clue then about what ‘rough spots' were in a marriage." I was referring to my romantic, idealistic plan of nearly four years previously. I'd told JJ then that – through sex – he'd help me get over any difficulties I'd experience in my new marital partnership. But that's past history, I think to myself, as I change the subject. "Now, c'mon, let's eat, otherwise dinner'll get cold. Pour me a glass of wine? Please?" Goodness, dinner without Lee is so nice! JJ and I'll be able to do this at least once a week! I think as we dine, again lapsing into a romantic fantasy. He insists on feeding Andi, using one of the silver spoons he's bought for her. I'm finished eating yet he's barely touched his dinner, and he coos and murmurs sweetly to the happy child – our blonde, blue-eyed baby who favors him – as he feeds her in the highchair. My heart is almost bursting with happiness as I watch them…and sip my third glass of wine…as she devours her dessert. My father's so distinguished looking! He has all of his hair, sandy and graying at the temples, and the lines on his face smooth out as he baby talks with Andi. I fantasize momentarily that I'm his wife rather than his daughter-in-law, and that old, familiar, horny pang hits me in the pit of the stomach so hard that I gasp and have to clench my fists together, pressing them against my abdomen. I almost weep I'm so happy…and I want, irrationally, to take him to bed. Though grinning broadly, my eyes begin to moisten as reality prompts a sudden sadness. He disturbs my reverie by asking, "So, you like the house?" "Oh…yes," I say, distracted for a moment. Then, for lack of anything better, I ask, "But…what are those two locked doors on each of the downstairs floors, leading under the house, back toward the hill?" "Well, twenty years ago engineers would have called this hillside lot un-buildable," he says. "I showed ‘em I could stack – suspend really – three stories on a steep…cliff, almost…and put all the utility equipment safely, out-of-sight, in underground vaults. Those doors lead to the mechanical equipment room down on the second floor, and a storage area further down on the third. The front door key fits ‘em both." "I love the three fireplaces, especially the one in the entertainment room," I gush, feeling the wine loosen my tongue. An image of the two of us fucking in front of a roaring fire flashes through my tipsy brain and I put down my glass, saying, "Uhh…Andi's finished, JJ. Let me clean her up and put her to bed. Could you handle the dishes?" "Sure, babe," he says, as we tend to our tasks. "See you in the TV room." A half-hour later I join him to watch a movie on the tube. I've switched to water, and he's sipping a cognac. "Like the dinner?" I ask, fishing for a compliment. "Delicious, honey, thanks! That dressing on the salad…and the olives in the pasta…were magnifico," he says. He sounds so much like my late father when he says that. I'm still a little tipsy from my wine, and a graphic, unpleasant memory of my Daddy molesting me as a young teen flashes through me. I wonder if my feelings for JJ are some weird psychological result of those sick adolescent experiences. I sit next to him on the sofa and tuck my legs under myself. I wear mostly jogging suits and sweats these days, since I remember my butt and legs used to drive him wild and I don't want to tempt him. So, with my body fully covered I put my elbow nearest him on the back of the couch, to avoid touching him, and watch the stupid horror movie he's put on. He's a true gentleman, of course, and I feel comfortable even though I'm sitting so close to him. He's apparently believed me when I've told him that I want to remain chaste. "You know how this one ends?" he asks me, about the movie. I shake my head in the negative. "He's the personification of ‘Death,' and he murders her parents and boyfriend, then returns to the girl as her lover…in the body of her boyfriend," he explains. "Pretty grisly." The movie continues and the heroine and villain are in bed, making love. "Are you sure this is R-rated?" I ask. "They probably shot it ‘X', then cut it to ‘R' for theatres and TV," he says. It sure looks like it to me, I think. Either that or she's an excellent actress. The camera captures their undulating bodies, then cuts to her face and upper torso, showing her writhing passionately. Watching them is making me very hot and I feel a stirring palpitation in my pussy. To stifle it, I lower my elbow and put my hands together, sliding them up between my legs to my vulva. Doing that makes me lean a little toward JJ's shoulder. We're still a few inches apart, though. The scene continues and I ask, uncomfortably, "How long is this gonna last?" I'm feeling a little embarrassed, since I'm now wet between my legs and the edges of my hands are pressing hard – twitching imperceptibly – against my mound. "Watch for the climax," JJ whispers. "It's really gripping!" The camera then pans to the guy's face and his handsome features change to reveal his murderous intent. He looks almost like a vampire, I think, and his hands move to her neck as she starts to reach orgasm. She begins a long, piercing scream and I can't watch anymore. I turn my head quickly and fall against JJ, burying my face in his chest…and my hands keep twitching, twitching, twitching through my pants, against my excited clit. He lifts his arm around my shoulder and holds me closely as the woman on the screen screams her last…a combination of sexual release and agonizing death throes. I shriek too…very quietly, because I'm cumming. My body has taken over and my scream is muffled as I bite JJ on his pectoral, drooling all over his shirt, with him holding me tightly. I feel so warm…so protected…as his strong arm pulls me more closely against him. I'm overcome by his masculine odor and fill my lungs with it, gasping frantically for more. Finally, my climax begins to wane and my hips stop their trembling. I feel so ashamed, and just lean against him, shaking yet paralyzed from wondering what to do next…while secretly wanting to do a whole lot more. "I'm so sorry, JJ," I whimper, as I raise my lips to his neck. "Was it good, honey?" he asks quietly. "Ye…yeah," but…". "Don't worry, baby," he says. "You just needed to release a little tension." "Mmm, yeah." I'm so embarrassed! "But now I'd better clean up and go to bed," I say. "Andi'll be up at dawn and a shower always relaxes me inside." My stomach and bowels have been in an uproar for weeks, yet I haven't seen a doctor because I haven't been able to afford it. I push myself away from him, stand up, and see the long, prominent bulge at his groin. For a microsecond I hesitate, remembering how beautiful his naked erection is. I want so much to reach down and run my hand up and down the swelling. I take a step toward him, ready to straddle his lap, and my heart nearly stops. I can't do it! Instead, I exert a tremendous force of will…and lean over to him, bracing myself on his forearm, and kiss him on the cheek. "'Night, JJ." As I walk down to my room I know that I'm going to masturbate again in the shower…maybe even use my dildo, which I bought over a year ago. Then I'll say some prayers as I lean over my sleeping daughter…and maybe read some Psalms before falling asleep. I do all of these things. In the shower I heat the dildo in very hot water so that it feels like JJ, and I close my eyes and envision him fucking me…unbelievably hard. In prayer I plea for absolution. Part 2 The next morning, Friday, we eat breakfast early and Lee says, "Jay and I talked last night after I got home…about what to do with the house." They'd bought Mike and me our house – a "fixer upper" – that Mike had never fixed up though he'd promised to. Instead, he'd destroyed the backyard by putting in a motorcycle run, and in the front yard sat derelict cars, a tacky boat, an old trailer and scattered auto parts. One of the neighbors once snickered that it looked like a scene from that old TV show, Sanford and Son. "I'll be home early and tell you about our plan," JJ tells me. "Gotta go to the office this morning, though." I spent the morning vacuuming, dusting and washing windows in the huge house while my parents worked. It was too hot to wear sweats, so I just threw on a pair of denim shorts, a sleeveless, cropped top with no bra and some tennies, while covering my hair with a bandana. An attractive older lady living across the street came by and left a nice plant, explaining that she'd hoped to meet Jay and Lee's daughter-in-law. I told her who I was, introduced her to Andi, and she bubbled that she had two daughters of her own, unmarried and about my age, who visited every weekend. I'd seen the two young women in question and they were both stunning, shapely blondes. After the neighbor lady left I wondered if I'd have to keep an eye on JJ on Saturdays and Sundays…just in case her girls provided him with too much temptation. "Hey, brown eyes!" JJ shouts to me, arriving home earlier than expected. He's surprised me as I'm bent over with my butt sticking out at him, finishing the vacuuming. I stand up, puffing, and switch off the machine. My face and shoulders glow with a sheen of perspiration. My breasts – grown larger by one cup size since having Andi – push out my top, their nipples pouting. "Wow! I haven't seen you dressed like that in ages! You look…mmm…great!" he says, as his piercing eyes scan my white tummy – which I've kept tight by exercising since having Andi – and, below my shorts, my bare, muscular, former ice skater's legs. He visually devours my frame, up and down. My pussy has always quivered when he's looked at me that way…just as it does now. "Stop it, JJ, you old perv," I tease, smiling. "Did you eat lunch?" He nods, still eating me up with his gaze. "Okay, then, why not go down to your office? I'm almost finished. I'll shower and change and we can talk about the house then…if that's all right." Half an hour later I'm downstairs in his home office, feeling refreshed. I've put Andi down for a nap and dressed in a green jogging suit. I've also fixed my strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail and put on some makeup…just to look nice for him. I sit at a respectful distance and am a bit anxious, preparing myself for…I don't know what. Ginny's Wicked Resolve "Here's the deal," he says. "We bought that house of yours for a song and it's still in our name. And, because of Mike's joblessness, we've kept up payments, insurance, taxes, etcetera. But it needs upgrading badly. The good news is that with this crazy real estate market, the property's gone up in value almost 400%!" "What's that mean…as a practical matter?" I ask. "It means we can fix it up, sell it, and realize a great profit!" he says, enthusiastically. "Yeah?" I say, not knowing where he's going with this. "Well, there'll be some capital gains and stuff, but there'll still be a large chunk of cash left over!" he says. My eyes glaze over, wishing I'd gone to college and majored in business like my friend Carol…so I could truly understand what he's saying. "And we'll split that residual profit between you and Mike!" he says. "As far as you're concerned, I recommend that you invest the money wisely, then get a job to pay what few bills you have. Expecting Mike to do anything but provide minimal child support is a dream." "But what about Andi?" I ask. "It'd kill me to rely on daycare for her!" "Hear me out, Ginny!" JJ continues. "I've got this home office. You live here. I could hire you and gradually train you to run the office from this very chair! And before I die, if you want it, I can fix it so you and Andi inherit the business anyway!" I hear this with mixed feelings. I'm overjoyed that JJ has solved my most immediate problem – lack of money – and that he and Lee are being so generous, but I can't imagine him ever dying. He's made me so happy since I've known him. I love him to distraction, even though my new religious faith prevents me from showing him so. But, right now – at this very moment – my pussy flutters again and I want to go to him and press his face between my breasts. I want to feel his hot breath through my zippered top…and sit on his lap…straddle him…make love to him, as he leans back in his chair. Just to show him my thanks, I rationalize. I start to get up and walk toward him. But an inner voice tells me, No! I hesitate, and suddenly the doorbell rings through the downstairs speaker. Whew! Saved by the bell! I think to myself tritely…ambivalently, because I don't really want to be saved. "Could you get that, babe?" he asks. "I've got several calls I've gotta make right now." I trip up the stairs to the top floor and open the door. It's Trisha, the UPS driver, holding a package. She checks me out closely, as only a woman can do, and asks, "Uhh…hi! Who're you?…and where's Jay?" "I'm his daughter, Ginny," I say, thrusting my breasts out proudly to try to match this hussy. "JJ's busy now. He's asked me to take care of things, since I'm working for him now." "Ohh," Trisha says quietly. "Well, please sign here for the package." I sign the electronic clipboard and look at the tops of her tanned breasts as they pooch out over the open collar of her brown shirt. "Anything outgoing?" she asks. "Hmmm?" I ask. "Oh, no…nothing outgoing." Or incoming, either, you tramp! I'd like to say. "Maybe Monday. Is that all?" "Yup. I'm Trisha, by the way. I'm usually here later. Say hi to Jay for me and tell him I'm sorry I missed him," she says, and turns to leave. She's rolled up the cuffs of her brown shorts so the bottom of her luscious, tan butt cheeks peek out at whomever looks at them. I close the door softly and turn, smiling, satisfied that today I've protected my new boss from untoward, wanton influences. I'll bet she expected to come here for a quickie, I think, gleefully, and go back downstairs. Ha ha! Not today! JJ is ecstatic when I walk downstairs and tell him that I'll gladly work for him. Later, Lee's pleased also, since Mike has accepted their plan. I hope he saves the money they give him, but I know him well and am convinced that he'll find a way to blow it. It wouldn't bother him a bit if JJ and Lee supported him for the rest of his life, I think, ruefully. "We're gonna have an afternoon barbeque, Ginny," JJ says at dinner that night. "Next Saturday. A few friends and buddies from my club. Lee's asked Mike and he's agreed to work the grill, since he's so good at it. Okay?" "Sure," I agree. "That way he can see Andi," I say, camouflaging the truth in front of Lee for the hundredth time. She doesn't know, nor does anyone else, that her son isn't – and JJ is – the loving biological father of my daughter. Goodness, what a veiled, tangled web I've woven! A horde of interesting guests show for the party, from all walks of life; medical people that Lee knows and many business friends and members of JJ's fancy club. Included are actors, directors, producers and radio and TV folk. I'm intimidated by the wealth of intelligence and personalities. The alcohol flows, a ton of steaks, chicken and salads are eaten, and every time someone stops playing the grand piano, another sits down and continues playing – people with opera-quality singing voices – entertaining everyone with all kinds of music. When the live entertainment stops, Lee puts on some CDs and the jovial mood continues. I'm super-impressed by the experience, and the sophistication that seems to ooze from everyone. I've been asked to mingle and care for the guests' needs, and I do my best, keeping Andi on a short tether, literally. Because of the deck that leads from the upper floor and looks out at sailboats plying the bay, she's in a harness attached to a leash that I have around my wrist as I socialize and schmooze. Some of the men flirt with me, eyeing my body, since I'm dressed in a short purple skirt that matches my eye shadow, plus heels, and a shiny, long-sleeve turtleneck, silver silk top. But my little toddler on a leash does her part in keeping them…and me, honest. I'm jealous of two beautiful women – married, I understand – who are much too friendly with my father. They're both tall and in their forties, with stunning bodies. One of them, Karen, has a pixie haircut that she's let go to its natural salt and pepper color. She wears a one-piece blue denim jumpsuit and has a silver and turquoise necklace and bracelets that match her fabulous blue-green eyes. Each time she's near JJ she touches him, as if she were trying to draw energy from him. Her absent husband, she tells me, is a nuclear engineer who went to high school with JJ back in the sixties. Now they belong to the same club. The other woman, Sheila, is also tall and wears a rather plain, sleeveless, knee-length white dress, revealing beautiful arms and incredibly long, shapely legs. Her gorgeous face and body remind me a little of my best friend, Carol, with whom I'd reluctantly "shared" JJ in threesomes before I got married. When Sheila arrived and hugged JJ, I distinctly saw one of her hands grab his butt and pull his crotch into hers to hold it there. She works for National Public Radio and was a pre-teen neighbor of his when growing up, I'm told. Her hair is long, thick and wavy, dark brown, and cut in a retro style that reminds me of pictures of actresses in the forties. Her ice blue eyes are riveting, and her voice is as smooth as velvet. She's a real "toucher," and very gentle as her fingers brush my hands – and once, my cheek – as we talk. The combination of wine, the warm weather, and her feathery caresses make me feel a little numb…almost sleepy…until I realize that she's making me horny. I'm appalled that I can respond that way and be tempted by such overtures from a woman. Yet, I also feel guilty about being jealous of her with JJ, since she's so nice to Andi and me. But I can't ignore my possessive feelings regarding him. Oddly, her husband – whom Lee says is very effeminate – isn't at the party with her. If I were a man and she were my wife, I'd never leave her side. The other guests are all very pleasant and have great senses of humor…not to mention artistic talent. Other than Mike, though, and JJ and Lee, I pay little attention to them. I feel so out of my element. But, the party seems to be a remarkable success. After a while, Andi gets cranky and it's time for her nap. When I put her down I'll stay by the upstairs kitchen speaker in case she wakes up, since JJ has installed a wireless sound monitor next to her crib. After a few minutes she's in dreamland and I close the door to our bedroom softly. As I walk toward the stairs I hear voices coming from…where? No one's in the bathroom on this floor, so I walk into JJ's office at the other end of the hallway and find it empty as well. It's a woman's voice, muffled, and…it's coming from under the house! I walk to the door that leads into the storage area, assuming it's locked because JJ keeps it that way. I turn the knob, and it's…unlocked! I open it a crack, peek inside, and discover that a light is on. I open the door further – wide enough for my face – and see the beautiful, pixie-haired woman, Karen, naked, her denim jumpsuit thrown aside, with both of her shapely, suntanned legs wrapped high around JJ's middle. His pants are around his ankles and he's giving her his passionate best. Her eyes are closed and the long fingers of one of her hands are behind his neck and her other hand's at the small of his back as he plunges into her while she sits on an old pillow on a tall crate. She was so nice upstairs…so sophisticated! But now she's urging him on gruffly, muttering filthy words like the ones I used to use when JJ and I were doing the nasty. "Ohhh…Jeezusss…Jay, you're…good. God! Fuck me…you big…stud! Give it to me! Yeah! Ooh, fuck…I'm…ooh…Jeezus," she keens. It's like I'm watching a movie…like the one we saw a week or so ago. I know that I shouldn't be spying on them. Mike's upstairs…and Lee!…and dozens of other people! But I need to! I tell myself. I slip soundlessly inside. They can't see me where I am, since it's dark, I'm behind a stack of boxes, and their sweating bodies are bathed in a harsh overhead light. My hand reaches under my skirt, inside my panties – almost as if it had a mind of its own – and my fingers begin to slide down and around my swollen pussy lips, which have gotten soaked in just a few seconds. I know I can climax quickly, but I want to wait until Karen does. I want to put myself in her place…to imagine JJ is fucking me…so that I can cum as I picture him inside me. Oh, my Lord Jesus Christ, I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I think, as I close my eyes and see in my mind's eye JJ's big, veiny cock slide into me. My fingers are now flying, in and out of me, while I rub my clit up and down…up and down. "Jay! It's been…so long," Karen gasps, causing me to open my eyes quickly and realize that they've done this before. He quiets her by kissing her, and she moans as I watch their tongues work in each others' mouths. His dick is all gooey and shines as he splits her slick cunt. "Ooh, God…you're such a good fuck…such a good fuck," she murmurs, breaking from their kiss. They're really into it now. I know when JJ's going to cum, because his buns start to quiver and he takes really long strokes. And I know I can time myself to…yeah, to, to…oh…Gaawd…I'm gonna cum with them! "Nnngaahhh!" Karen groans as her hips lift off the crate and hammer at JJ's loins. He, then, cums into her, grunting as his buttocks clench time after time. I strain to remember what his hot semen used to feel like when it poured into me. I want that so much! And…to feel the muscles in his shoulders tremble as I vacuum his cum from him, pulling him into my body and squeezing his big cock with my vaginal muscles. I don't make a sound as the tingling shoots through my tummy, my insides spasm, and my nipples feel like they're about to pop off my breasts. I grab the stack of boxes in front of me as my knees weaken and I almost collapse – just as I do in the shower when I masturbate – but I hold myself up until the bright flashes cease behind my closed eyelids. Karen and JJ are still gasping noisily, and I pull my wet hand from my panties, turn and slip out the door, returning to Andi, who's sleeping soundly by now. My interlude as a voyeur and the wine I've had upstairs cause me lie down for a short nap. It's best, since if I were to see Karen again I might react jealously…probably insulting her. I'm awakened by Mike, who's quietly come in and stretched out on the bed next to me. I feel his hand rubbing up my leg toward my crotch, and I sit bolt upright, pushing him away. I'm super horny – my panties are still soaked and now feel cold against my pussy – but I don't want him. I'm actually repulsed by his touch. "Mike! Stop it! You'll wake the baby!" I whisper. I also don't want him to know that I'm all juicy, because it would be too hard to explain. "Aww, Gin. I miss you," he whines, which awakens Andi. She peers through the bars of her crib and beams at her Daddy. He sighs, gets up, and lifts her out of bed. "Wanna go upstairs with me?" he asks her. They leave and I grab a clean pair of panties and go to the bathroom to wash the moist stink from myself. It's gotten quiet upstairs – no music, no laughing – so the party must be winding down. Lee and, I hope, JJ, will need me to help them clean up. Part 3 A couple of weeks go by and I'm really into my new job. The downside is that JJ and I aren't together much during the workday. I'm at the home office and he's at the one in the city, or vice-versa. When I'm in the city, I wonder if he's fucking Trisha…or whomever. The beauty of the arrangement is that Andi's with me all the time. I seem healthier, too, though my lower digestive tract is still touchy. My life seems now to have a purpose…and I'm channeling my sexual energy into work. I'm also masturbating at least twice a day. At dinner one night JJ announces that Sheila – the tall, beautiful brunette woman I met at the party – is coming to the home office to tape an interview for an NPR show on his architectural design specialty. "Will you handle things in the city that day, Ginny?" he asks. "Sure, JJ," I respond. What can I say? He's the boss…and I'm supposed to do his bidding. "Why doesn't she do it at the city office?" asks Lee. "Too busy there, hon," says JJ. "We need absolute quiet." I sense that something's amiss, since the interview could be done in JJ's media studio, with all the audio and video equipment. I'm amazed that Lee doesn't call him on this, but she seldom asks about his business. Maybe she just doesn't know…or doesn't want to know! I keep quiet. "When is it?" I ask. "Friday afternoon," responds JJ. "Perfect," Lee says. "I'm taking that day off and driving up to see my old friend Felicia...three hours away. I was planning to stay overnight at her ranch. She's never seen my granddaughter. Oh, please, Ginny, may I take Andi with me?" she asks. "Uuuh, yeah…sure," I say, reluctantly. I've never spent a night away from my daughter before. This'll be a first. I realize that I'm being silly, since Lee's bought all the latest technology car seats for Andi and Mike's sister's kids. And, she's a very careful driver…much more so than I. For the next couple of days I agonize over the fact that JJ and I will be alone overnight in this big house. I must watch myself and be on my best behavior. For a moment I even think of asking Mike to stay over – just to guard against temptation – then reject the idea, shuddering at the thought. On Friday I hate to say goodbye to my little daughter as she leaves with her grandmother. After they've gone, though, I feel liberated – maybe a bit mischievous – and take the opportunity to flirt with JJ…just a little. On my way out I hug him and kiss the air next to his cheek. It's been days since I've touched him at all, and my hands stay on his upper arms, feeling their taut muscles. A hot flash comes over me and I look up at him, saying stupidly, "I've got on some lip gloss – strawberry – want a taste?" JJ doesn't hesitate. He scoops me into his arms and we kiss. My arms encircle his neck and our faces shift to kiss again as I feel his tongue against my lips. I nearly open my mouth, but instead moan and draw away, gasping for breath, seeing my flushed face in the mirror next to the front door. I've moistened my panties and I stumble as I reach for the doorknob. "That's my favorite flavor," he murmurs, as I glance back at him excitedly. Then I flee, slamming the door behind me after muttering a breathless buh-bye. "Idiot!" I shout to myself as I drive to the office. My groin throbs, hurting terribly as I enter the underground garage. I'm still breathing unevenly as I remember how his lips felt a half-hour before…and how good he smelled. I sit for a moment in the subterranean gloom and lay my head back on the headrest, hoping to staunch the tension in my neck. I reach for my purse on the passenger seat, and withdraw my hand, deciding to stay for a moment in the dark, peaceful underground. You know what you want to do, Gin, I think to myself. I look around the deserted garage, where years before JJ and I were caught fucking in the car by the gorgeous East Indian doctor who lives upstairs next to the office…a woman whom I know he's since fucked. And, I unhook the seatbelt, lift my hips, and slide my panties down to my ankles. I thank myself for not wearing pantyhose this morning as my hand cups my pussy and I begin a slow, wet, climb to orgasm. First, two, then three, fingers slip inside me as I doff my panties and spread my legs widely, hooking one heel on the edge of the passenger seat. I break to grab three tissues from the Kleenex dispenser on the visor and slip them between my skirt and my dripping slit, then return to my fantasy. I see JJ's erect, tan cock – with its dark red head – slide into me and stir around, touching all of my hot insides, then imagine him slipping to my cervix…and beyond. It's been so long since I've felt that, and I can only picture it in my mind since my fingers can't reach that far. But he's brilliant in his movements, as he's always been, and he can make me cum faster than any man I've ever known. Like right now…my clit is so hard…it's so tender…and he's fucking me and…JJ…yes, JJ, oooh…yesss…Jaaay-Jaaay! I go blind for about thirty seconds as my climax washes over me, my hips thrusting against my hand, with my head thrown back against the seat. When it's all over I just giggle to myself, mop my crotch with a few more tissues, and mutter, "Mmm, thanks…so much, sweet JJ." By early afternoon most of my work is done. I've responded to all the e-mails, fielded customer calls, prepared packages for mailing, updated the general ledger and gotten the bank deposit ready. The staff architects have taken the afternoon off, since the boss isn't there. I call home to give JJ phone messages, but I don't tell him I'm alone. "We've finished taping the first part of the interview," he says. "Now we're taking a snack break and we'll get back to finishing it soon." "I need to go to the post office and the bank this afternoon," I say. "Shall I get something special for dinner before I come home?" "Up to you, honey," he says. "Ooops, gotta go now. Sheila's gonna make me famous. See you later on." We hang up, with me feeling kind of left out. I wonder if Trisha has come by early for her UPS delivery. If she hasn't, Sheila will handle her when she does, I think, happily, as I lock up the office and leave to do my errands. I'm home at about three o'clock and put a few things away in the fridge. The house is silent, so I assume JJ is downstairs in his office. I drop my jacket on a chair and slip out of my shoes, slowly walking barefoot down the thickly carpeted stairs, then stop. I hear talking, and recognize Sheila's sexy, mellifluous tones coming from the office. I hear her say, "Remember…when I was…just a teen…and you house-sat for…your folks? Remember how we…fucked outdoors…in the tall grass? God! You gave me…my first orgasm! You were…my first…love!" This is no radio interview! I realize, and stride toward the open door. Ginny's Wicked Resolve As I round the doorway, I'm shocked by what I see and gasp JJ's name audibly. He and Sheila are naked. She's on top of him – facing me – and he has a huge pillow under his butt on the floor. She's sliding ever so slowly up, down and around his shiny, erect cock as she voices memories from the past. A large, industrial-looking tape recorder is running on the coffee table, with two microphones on small stands capturing the sensuous conversation. Her body is absolutely fabulous for a woman in her mid-forties. Her C-cup breasts are firm and stand out to me with blunt, brown nipples. Her shoulders, arms and waist are toned, and her shapely hips and thighs flare beautifully around JJ's groin. Her face, as lineless as that of a 20-year-old, bears a soft, easy smile that attests to her languorous pleasure. She hears my gasp and looks up, not changing the rhythm or tempo of her swirling hip movements, and beams at me. She reaches a hand out to me, beckoning with her fingers, and whispers, "Hi, little beauty. C'mere ‘n' join us!" JJ strains his head up and backward to see me in the doorway. "Ginny! Dammit, you're home early!" he groans, guiltily, and tries to wiggle out from under Sheila. She presses down hard on him, holding him in place with her knees and pressing a hand to his chest. I'm frozen where I stand. I'm angry at JJ, yet I can't take my eyes from his big cock that's planted half inside Sheila. It's exactly as I remember it countless times during our long affair a few years ago. It's exactly as I remember it on the night we conceived to make Andi. It's also exactly as I remember it from this morning's masturbatory fantasy. Yet, I'm torn because of my ambivalent feelings about Sheila. She's gently inviting me to join them in a threesome. Yet, she's looking at me as would a spider to a fly. I flash back to many years before, after my Dad had died, when my mother had a shameful lesbian affair. I also remember the sick feeling I had when I'd felt sorry for my sexually neglected, married friend, Carol, and had shared JJ with her. At the time I'd felt so guilty, feeling and tasting the forbidden joy of sex with a woman, while I was fucking my father…the man who'd made me crazy with lust. All this now makes me breathe so hard I could scream! And my heart feels as if it's crashing through my chest! I can't do this! It's wicked and evil! My Lord, I'll roast in hell for all eternity! Private masturbation is one thing, but this'll damn me forever! But, I don't leave. I can't. I hesitatingly yield to my weakness and very slowly…reluctantly…walk to where they're reclined. "That's it, baby, come to us," Sheila purrs, continuing to beckon to me with her fingers. JJ groans again as he sees me walk toward them. I'm in a fog now…all feeling. My whole body is numb…yet flushed with heat. The hair on the back of my arms stands up as goose bumps make me shiver. I'm so excited that I hear the blood pound in my ears. My nose detects something electric in the air – almost phosphorescent, as if lightning had just struck – and I hear a devilish inner voice encouraging me forward. My pussy – oh, Lord! my cunt! – is dripping so much that I can't stop! I want them to hold me! I want them to taste me! I want them to make love to me…to fuck me! There's a spark of static electricity when my fingers touch those of Sheila. I stare into her calm blue eyes and they're so kind…so warm…so reassuring. My knees are trembling and I know that JJ can see my nervousness as I stand nearly over his head with him looking up my skirt. She rises off of his erect cock and it slaps back against his belly. I jump forward automatically, wanting to grab it lovingly with my other hand. It's too late, though, and I gasp as I see its beautiful corona pulsate up near his navel. I love that little helmet that I've tasted so often in the past, and my mouth waters since for weeks I've wanted to suck on it again. I groan loudly, as JJ has reached up under my skirt and is stroking the inside of my quivering upper thighs with his fingers. Sheila is on her knees at my side, mewling softly up at me, and she reaches under my skirt as I let her slowly peel my bikini panties down over my hips and legs. I can hardly hear her murmur to me, "Let's get you ready, sweet Ginny," since the blood pounds so noisily in my ears. It's as if she's whispering to me in slow, resounding echoes from the bottom of a well, as my skirt drops…then my blouse…then – ohh, God! – my bra. JJ is now sitting up and he sighs as he sees my breasts – grown larger since I've had Andi – and both of his hands caress first my hips, up my waist, then higher, to brush my tits and erect nipples. I'm trembling all over and my knees slowly give way as he and Sheila lower my body to the pillow on my back. JJ's now at my side, leaning over me, his eyes searching me so lovingly that tears form in mine. I'm shaking uncontrollably. My chest heaves as I gasp for breath, my tummy trembles visibly as Sheila strokes my torso with her soft fingers, and my thighs – which are slightly spread – quake from nervous agitation. JJ then leans down to kiss me, and I welcome his tongue into my mouth – God! after so long! – as I moan and grab his head and face with both hands. All resistance leaves me, and I want to swallow his tongue, his saliva, his sweat, his mucous, his cum…every drop of liquid that he has to give me. His muscled hands go to my breasts, gently pulling them upward from their base to their nipples, stretching each hard bud and making it tingle and match the flashes of pleasure that are shooting from my throbbing pussy. We kiss for the longest time while Sheila caresses me, then I feel her hot mouth nipping at my tummy and progressing downward toward my crotch, which is now soaked with my juice and feels as if it's expanding and contracting with every heartbeat. At first contact of her tongue on my swollen labia, I grunt into JJ's mouth and thrust my hips upward to Sheila's face. JJ continues to kiss me and massage my tits, and I release his head from my iron grip to place one hand on the back of Sheila's head as she begins to slowly lick up and down my vulva, tickling my clit. Whimpering at her laving, I grope blindly down to JJ's middle and find his superb cock…the cock that made our baby…the cock that I haven't touched or felt inside in so long. I feel the familiar fleshy terrain of its tumescence, repeatedly, and mewl happily in my throat, knowing that, finally, it's going to slip into me soon and drive away that persistent internal gnawing, making me supremely happy. Sheila is certainly doing her part as well. I've slid upward so my shoulders are on the floor and my butt is elevated, high on the thick pillow. She's spread my legs widely, holding them apart behind my knees in the birth position, and is boring her long tongue into me deeply so that I moan with each of her stirring probes. I grunt into JJ's mouth each time she pierces my insides, and continue to jack him as I go higher…and higher…now knowing that I‘m theirs, and under their complete control. Soon Sheila withdraws her tongue and inserts two fingers in me, palm upward, and curls them in a "come here" position to repetitively rub my G Spot. At that, she goes back to flicking at my clit as I urge her, "Mmmm…mmmm…more fingers…Sheila…please!" She complies, stretching my pussy further open as I anticipate that glorious moment when JJ enters me. I moan continuously now, feeling myself rising to an orgasmic plateau, and concentrate on stroking JJ's cock, from balls to tip. He's panting passionately and I wonder whatever could have possessed me to stop fucking this wonderful man, as I squeeze his dick hard and feel the rough red veins rub against my palm. I squeeze harder, mainly because they're both going to make me cum, and my hands…and pelvis…begin to jerk as I grunt in my throat. Sheila has withdrawn her fingers from me and reached around both of my thighs, pinioning me, and is now driving her tongue across my clit and into my cunt with each lick. JJ breaks our kiss and begins caressing my tits from base to nipples as if he were molding two small mountains out of dough in the kitchen. My body is on fire and I can't hold back anymore. I know I'm going to cum. I will cum. I have to cum! I'm…I'm…I'm cuuuuuummmiiiiing! "Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuuck!" I scream, my hips thrashing up and down as Sheila clings to my bouncing frame. I've forgotten what it's like to have someone else give me an orgasm. Mike's self control had never been the best, so I often had to help myself when we made love. And I've nearly forgotten the heavenly heights to which JJ could take me. But this!…with Sheila's help…is extraordinary! I lay twitching for a while, murmuring little nothings to both of them, until Sheila sits up and says softly, "Jay, I think Ginny's ready for you now." I grin at her lazily as my head lays on the floor, and extend my hand so she can pull me up onto the pillow again. "A woman…always knows…huh!" I giggle breathlessly, and reach for JJ to bring him atop me, between my upraised legs. I love the comparatively rough feel of his older, mature body as opposed to that of Mike. I love the light blond and gray hair on his chest that courses down over his belly to his groin. I love the hard muscles – with little scars here and there that I know so well – and what they can do with my 24-year-old body. And, as I look down to see his rigid cock poised just outside my pussy, I delight in the fact that my period was over just two days ago, so today – and tonight! – it'll be safe to wring from him every drop of cum in his bloated balls. Sheila rises to go to the tape recorder which – to my surprise – is still running. She re-positions a microphone closer to us and sits back on the sofa to watch us. I immediately forget about her, though, as JJ begins to kiss me and stir his cock head around in my wet pussy. I whimper at the contact and look up at him, searching his eyes, and whisper, "I want you, JJ. I'm just starved for you. I need you…so much!" He groans something unintelligible as he slides into me, and I cry out joyfully, "Aaaahhhh! Fuck! JJ! I looove youuu!" as he fills me to my cervix. It takes me no more than a minute to cum again, since I'm transported by just the idea of his being inside me. My orgasm seems cosmic, gut-wrenching, and I realize immediately that I'll die before I ever let him go again. I know that I belong to him, and he to me, as we continue our endless undulating, with me issuing nearly hysterical, passionate cries. My religious beliefs now seem so distant. My self control has vanished. I'll probably live out my life a dissolute hypocrite, I think…suddenly able to put a thought together. Because, in that one brief, frenzied moment I resolve to be his incestuous mistress…his number two wife…for as long as he lives! I sense Sheila rise and, as I'm still catching my breath, I hear her say, "Let's get to a bed," as if she were running the show. "I'm going to the loo for a minute," she whispers, and leaves, taking her large bag with her. JJ and I almost run to my bedroom at the other end of the hall. We fall on the king-sized bed and frantically assume a "69" position, moaning our delight as our mouths begin to work on one another. We've always been perfectly sized for this, since I can bend my head backward and take his swollen cock all the way into my throat. As he laps noisily away at my slit, his full, tan scrotum is right at my eyes, and I reach up to stroke his balls lightly, urging him to slip deeper into my throat. My nose fills with the dirty, sexy aroma of his crotch, slippery with nectar from both Sheila and me. My pussy lips feel gigantic as swollen as they are, and he pulls them apart, licking sloppily at the juice pouring out of me and down my crack to the bedspread. I hear Sheila enter the room, but can't see her – nor do I particularly want to – as JJ and I are totally engaged in our adulterous, incestuous, moment. She does whisper, however, "That's so beautiful. Ginny, lovely Ginny…you're exactly as I've pictured you." JJ looks up at her, breaking contact with my needy pussy, then groans and rolls slightly to one side. He pulls his cock nearly out of my mouth so that only the head is in my cheek, and I glance at Sheila standing at the end of the bed. I'm shocked! She frightens me, since her face looks so evil. She's clipped her hair back at the neck and put on a huge amount of black eye makeup from upper cheek to brow – making her eyes look like those of a depraved, unearthly, cat-like creature. She's also painted her lips, nipples and aureoles with something black and wears black thigh-high stockings and a dog collar. I freeze and my insides shrink when I see the black leather harness that's strapped tightly around her full hips, and cringe at the large, lifelike, pink dildo – embellished with fake, bulging veins – that she's affixed to the contraption at her groin. She's a vision of depravity. Leaning one knee on the end of the bed, she gazes into my eyes and says, "I want you, Ginny. I want to make you feel the joy that Jay just brought you," and kneels up between my legs, her faux latex cock bouncing in front of her, complete with a large clit stimulator on top at its very base. I look down at JJ, his face still moist with my slick discharge, and he regards me peacefully, appearing neutral in all of this as he strokes my tummy with his fingers. As always, he's letting me make my own decisions…and that tells me that he does want me to couple with Sheila. If he didn't, he would have put a stop to the situation at the moment she voiced her proposal. I look back at her, trying to gauge the look in her blue eyes, now ice cold and surrounded by black makeup, and wonder if she's cast some sort of spell over JJ and me. Is she perhaps the embodiment of a vile, malevolent spirit? Perhaps of Lucifer? Is her normally kind, gentle appearance merely a cover for the most profound obscenity known to us? My pussy suddenly betrays me, palpitating, and I spread my legs open more widely. I seem not to care who or what she is. I know only that together they will make my body rejoice with the lewd, debauched pleasure that I long for. Whining, I grope for JJ's cock again and thrust my head sideways, pushing my mouth down over half its length, and he groans out of sudden, renewed pleasure. "That's it, my darling," Sheila murmurs, and slides up to my open crotch on her knees. I begin to thrust my mouth again onto JJ's magnificent cock, determined to make him cum, and perhaps not to notice the perverse act that Sheila is about to perform. That's too much to assume, of course. As she stirs the head of the strap-on between my wet lips I groan as its tip caresses my clit. She then leans forward, with the blackened nipples on her pendulous breasts grazing my upright pink ones, and braces herself on either side of me to begin very slight, quivering penetrations of my center. I moan in my throat, speeding up the plunging of my head with the hope that JJ will fill my throat with his sweet cum, but finally open my mouth fully out of sheer bliss and his cock pops out. Sheila is drilling me with purpose now, gradually more deeply with each little thrust, and I'm crying, "Ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh," and finally she's at my cervix, which she somehow feels. Like any dildo, her prong feels cold inside, but the nub at its base that rubs my clit eradicates my vague awareness of it. She then backs off and flexes her hips in and around to touch all of my vaginal tunnel. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her down to squish her large tits to mine, and she kisses me once – very deeply so that I taste my stale juice on her tongue – then raises her head to cover JJ's nearby cock with her full, painted, goth-like lips. In my delirium I watch her expert mouth swallow him to his balls and swirl her tongue out as she does so to lick at his balls. Then I lose myself to sensation and lock my legs around her buttocks as she hunches at me for what seems like an hour, causing me to close my eyes and become enslaved once again to my body's long-postponed hunger. In the process, she abandons JJ's member and he mounts her, sandwiching her fulsome body between us to drive into her, setting the tempo and rhythm for the bisexual woman's plumbing of my ravenous vagina. I lose myself to my senses, and nearly faint from lack of oxygen as her large, blackened mouth captures mine. Sheila and I cum as one, from whatever JJ has been doing to her, and me from everything else. We scream together, leaving poor JJ – I imagine – to his own devices. But, he's so mature, and considerate, as he strokes and squeezes us both in all those feminine places that can prolong a monumental climax. At the end of our orgasm they're nearly smothering me from their combined weight. JJ senses this and rolls off as Sheila and I break a final, tongue-lashing kiss. She looks dreamily over at him and giggles, "Mmmm, I'm so glad you did my ass while you were up there, you filthy man!" "Thought you would, Sheila, you inveterate trollop," he responds. "But, I'm saving myself for Ginny, you know." I beam at this as Sheila whines, "But she gets to see you all the time!" only half-jokingly. "Not for a long while she hasn't," he retorts. "C'mon, move over, you selfish slattern!" "Oooh, nice talk! Remember, I was fucking you around the time she was born!" she says, almost as if I wasn't present. If I weren't so relaxed right at this moment, I think, I might take offense. We disengage and JJ lies on his back, pulling me up toward his erect cock to straddle his hips. I reach down and grasp his iron-like rod, slowly guiding him to my dripping hole, and he's into me in seconds. My mind suddenly trips back to years before when we did this all the time! I gasp as he bottoms out and I remember his fertile seed splashing into me to make Andi, so I squirm to take him further. He's so big!…and so hot, compared with the colder strap-on. I revel in his rigid, pulsating fullness for many seconds. It's been so long since we've fucked, though, that I decide to wait a while, as my cervix seems rigid and closed. I look down into his loving eyes and drool a long kiss into his mouth, stretching my arms up so that my forearms are planted on either side of his head, holding it in place so that I can suck on his tongue. His fingers pluck at my itchy, corky nipples and I begin to murmur languorously as I roll my body against him, accepting him deeply then expelling him, forward and backward, forward and backward. My long-unused inner muscles are reawakened by his glorious, rigid, male flesh and begin their somnolent, clasping rhythm…milking him…milking him…milking him. My reverie is interrupted as I feel Sheila lick my rectum and it clenches closed, automatically. She spreads my butt cheeks further and I feel her wet finger probing at my anus. I immediately clamp down on it, gasping into JJ's mouth as we're kissing again. Then, I feel something foreign, a cold, wet something, and gasp as a splash of cold liquid enters my colon. I look quickly around and Sheila is capping a squeeze bottle of lubricant and tossing it away. "Ooohh, JJ," I whimper, knowing what's coming. "It's okay, honey," he soothes. "We won't hurt you," he murmurs, pulling my butt cheeks further apart, thus making it simple for Sheila to insert her strap-on into my ass. The first couple of inches enter easily, then my bowel instinctively closes on it. I look into JJ's eyes as he's holding me open back there, waiting for me to take what I can. I feel the big, veiny plug enter gradually, in and out, reclaiming what's inside me plus a little more with each push homeward. I feel so full inside that I can't believe it. I haven't felt so…inhabited…since JJ and I had anal sex years before. And, I know it'll be good…for both of us, though it's terribly perverted. My bowels, irritable as they've been for so long, now seem to be relaxing…soothed by the repetitive internal massage of my colon. And I trust JJ, though feel a bit frightened of Sheila and jealous of her obvious designs on him. For some reason, at this moment I also flash on Karen fucking him…and that slut, Trisha! My anger fades, though, as I tell myself that I'll let this longtime woman friend of his probe my dark hole – violating me in this way – because I love him and want to please him. I will always love him…adulterously…incestuously, and will do whatever he wishes.