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Honey

By: keriya



Hai my name is Ranjan from Rajagiriya. I am now studying in university of Colombo. I am good looking, tall, and a smart guy. All my relatives like me as I am the last son of their family. I used to visit my relatives home regularly. They also like me. So they invite me to come and stay in their homes. I have many aunties and I will stay in their home. I was introduced to sex by my one of my uncle. I saw him masturbating. He said me to shake his dick. I also do it. I was admired at its large size because I don't know anything about sex. I saw a white fluid from his dick. I asked about it. He said that I will also get it when I grew big. 

Next day I shaked the dick like him. My dick also grew larger in size. At climax I felt like heaven but no fluid came out. But I liked it. From next day onwards I daily masturbated at home. So my grandmother and grand father also stayed with us. I usually slept with my mother. Some day I will sleep with my grand parents. In their room only one bed is present they both sleep in that bed. One day I was shaking my dick lying in the bed. My mother saw it when she came to sleep. I thought that there was nothing in shaking the dick. She came and sat beside me. 

She was wearing only cloth and blouse. All Sri Lankan ladies were only that at their home. I saw her breasts moving fast. As I reached the climax my dick shacked. Then I buttoned the short. My mother lay beside me. She said that it is a wrong thing. I said it feels nice. She said not to do it in front of others. Then she slept hugging me. Her boobs are crushing at my chest. Next day I sleep with my grand parents. I saw my grand father's face was buried in grandmother's boobs. She was pressing his head towards it. After some time he slept facing next side. She turned towards me. She saw I was waken. 

Her blouse buttons are till open. She smiled at me. I placed my hand on one of her boobs. I don't know what to do with it. She said nothing. She pressed my hand against it. After some time I slept. I used to masturbate only before my mother. She used to watch it.

On the summer holiday I went to my Kumari aunt's home. She was beautiful .She was in her late 40's. Her husband was an engineer so he is mostly out of town. She had two girls. They were studying in their university of Peradeniya, Kandy. When I went to their home there was only aunty. She hugged me pressed me against her boobs. She asked me about my studies. On that night she slept with me. The above two buttons of her blouse was opened. She saw I am watching at her boobs. She asked what are you watching. I said grandfather used to sleep by placing his head on grandmother's boobs. She smiled and asked whether I saw grandmother's boobs. I said I touched it. She asked whether I want to sleep with the head in between her boobs. I said yes. She came close to me and said me to place the head. I moved little down and placed my head above her blouse. They are touching my face. She asked how is it. 

I said that grand mother's blouse was open. She smiled and opened the hooks of her blouse. I saw her boobs for the first time. She parted her two boobs and asked me to place my head. She pressed my head with her boobs from both sides. It felt nice. I feel that my dick has grown large. She asked me to suck her boobs. I sucked it. She removed my shorts and began to shake my dick. I said that my mother told that it is wrong. She smiled and said that nothing will happen. She said me to not to tell it to mother. She then sucked my dick. I reached my climax in her mouth. She then said me to lie over her body. I laid over her. She inserted her boobs in my mouth and said to suck them. While I was sucking she parted her legs wide and my half body was in between her legs. She removed the cloth from her front part I saw her nude legs. She holed my dick. I felt that it was inserted into some hole. Some flesh is holding it from all sides. We both slept in that position. Next morning when I was taking my breakfast she said that she has honey in the fridge. 

I like honey so I asked her to give me. She said after breakfast. After breakfast she brought the honey and sat on the sofa. She said me to open her blouse. I opened her blouse. She was not wearing bra. She took a spoon of honey and dropped it above her nipple. She said me to suck it and drink the honey. I sucked her nipple. Like that way I drank it for about half hour. She then removed my short and removed the foreskin of my dick and placed honey. She then sucked it and drank the honey. A woman servant was working in their home. She came at afternoon. Her name was Shanthi. She was wearing only blouse and cloth. She began to wash the vessels. My aunty was taking bath. Shanthi was in the age of 36. I went and stood close to her watching her boobs. She saw me and smiled. In the mean time aunty came after her bath. She saw me standing near shanthi. She called me and asked what. 

I said that her boobs are good. She smiled and went to shanthi and talked with her. Shanthi looked at me and smiled. Aunty came to me and said me to go to bedroom and lay there. I went and laid there. I don't know what is going to happen next. After some time shanthi came there and sat beside me. She asked is I like her boobs. I said yes I like them. She smiled and laid beside me and opened her blouse. She took one of her boobs in her hand and said me to taste it. I fondled her breasts and sucked it. She shaked my member. After some time I reached the climax. She sucked my thing for five minutes and left . After she left aunty came and asked whether I was satisfied. I thanked her and hugged her and massaged my head with her boobs. Aunty said that she said to shanthi to stay that night in our home. At that night I went to bed. After some time aunty came and removed her blouse and laid on one side. 

I began to suck the boobs. Suddenly I felt like someone is removing my shorts. Shanthi was removing it. She then removed her blouse too and laid on the other side. She holded my dick and fondled softly while I was playing with aunty's melons. Aunty then put her hands on shanthi's boobs and pressed it. She moaned in an erotic way. Shanthi then stood and removed aunty's cloth and inserted her finger into aunty's cunt. Aunty said her to finger fuck her. After some time I said shanthi to come near me and began to suck her balls. Aunty sat and put my thing into her mouth. She inserted her finger into shanthi's cunt and finger fucked her. Later shanthi inserted my dick into her cunt and said me to move up and down. I do the same. After few minutes I reached the climax and laid above shanthi. 

Aunty took me and inserted her one boob into my mouth and asked shanthi to suck the other one. Shanthi sucked one while she inserted her finger into her cunt. After about one hour we slept. On next day afternoon aunty went to shopping. Only me and shanthi were at home. I went to her and hold her breasts. She said me to go to sofa. She came and told me to suck her. She saw the honey bottle near sofa. She then removed her cloth and laid in the sofa. She widened her legs and poured some honey in her cunt hole. Honey filled her whole cunt. She said me to drink the honey with tongue. While iam drinking I licked her cunt she was making sounds. 

After that she again poured honey in her hole and said me to insert my dick in the hole. I inserted through the honey. She moved back and front. Me also moved. Sounds like water clasping came from her cunt. After my climax I took it out. She sucked my dick and drank the honey and me also drank honey from her cunt. 

Through out the vocation we enjoyed like this. I left to home when my vocation finished. On next vocation aunty called me in phone and said that shanthi had gone to some other village so she kept another women for doing work. She said me to come to her home on that vocation. I will tell you about that vocation in the next part. Any women like to have sex mail to me with her photo.

Honey



Dear Honey, is that your real name.

Hi, I'd like to...

I'm an unhappily married white male looking for someone to do what my wife won't....

Hi, I'm in town this weekend and wondered

Hi, I'm 5'7, grey eyes and want to give you a mustache ride.....

Honey (yes, her real name was Honey) Delaney selected each of the messages in her inbox and clicked the delete button. How hard was it to find someone to email fantasies to. After all, that's why she joined the adult sex service. She was looking for someone with decent writing skills who could convey their fantasies through email. She didn't want to talk to them, or hear about their wives. She wasn't interested in them at all, she just wanted to know about their fantasies. 

The next day at work her blackberry notified her that her private email account had received a message. Turning to face the aisle (to prevent someone from sneaking up behind her and looking over her shoulder) she quickly logged onto the account and pulled up her inbox.

Honey is used to soften hair in Middle Eastern countries before beginning the hair removal process. Did you know that?

That caught her attention. She knew that her aesthetician could use sugaring as a way of arching her eyebrows, but didn't know about the honey. Then she wondered why she was getting spam mail about hair removal. She started to hit delete when she saw the next line.

I want you to lay down right here on this towel, while I get the honey. Don't worry it's not hot, just barely warm. Lift your hips while I pull your panties down. Very nice panties they are. Now close your eyes, nope, don't look. That's right, you can feel the stickiness as I slather the honey on you down there. Yes it is messy, that's why you're lying on the towel. Now, just lie there for a moment, while I blow to keep things heated. Nope, don't wiggle and don't spread your legs, just lie there.

A coworker passed by the aisle and Honey looked up for just a second before returning to the message.

Nice, all sweet and sticky. I'll be back in one second. No, I don't need any help, I'm just going to use this warm towel to clean you up. Yes, lift your hips, the honey dripped down between your cheeks. What? It dripped somewhere else too? Show me. Yes, I do see honey there, but it's not the honey I used. It will be fine. Let's leave this towel on you to get the hairs even softer. Ah, you guessed my treat. That's right, I'm going to help you shave, but you'll need to stay very still, as I don't want to cut you.

"Honey, Honey!" She looked up to find one of the computer geeks standing at her desk. "I need to swap out your monitor." 

"Uhm, fine, how long will this take?"

"I'll be done in five minutes or so."

"Okay, I'm going to run down to the cafeteria and get something to drink, while you do that."

Sitting at a table in the back of the cafeteria, Honey resumed reading.

Let's see, is it soft enough? I know it's unorthodox but I think my freshly shaven face rubbing you there is the best indicator of whether or not it's soft enough. I'm going to start by trimming the hair with these scissors. I may need to gently pull on the hair to get it close enough, without cutting you of course. Honey, I told you that you need to be still, I can't do this and have your hips moving every time I tug on your hair.

Can you spread your legs for me. I just need to get these last few hairs trimmed. I'm sorry, did my knuckle stroke you? It wasn't intentional. I'll be right back. Okay, lets get this shaving foam on you. No...you know I can spread it by myself...well if you insist. You missed a spot, right here. Now it's really important that you lie still, the razor is sharp. What's that, leave a strip of hair and get rid of everything else? Okay.

Honey looked up and there was the computer geek standing over her. She arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm done and thought I'd come find you."

She sighed and thanked him.

Returning to her desk, she noticed her phone blinking. Saving the email message she turned off the blackberry.

Getting home that night she settled into the tub with the blackberry and continued reading her message.

Smooth as silk. Feel it. No just feel the sides with no hair, not there. Sigh, you're being difficult. It looks pretty nice too, let me get you a mirror. Yes, see how it allows your dark beauty to shine through. Like chocolate mixed with honey. It looks like something else is shining through as well. Is it always that big? Nevermind. Okay, it's time for the back. Hmm, yes, well you can't do the front and not the back. Be back in a minute.

Okay, turn over and kneel. This is going to be warm. Uhm, no I don't think we need any honey back here. Yes, I'm sure. Okay, time to see if it's soft enough, no, I'm not using my face again. Yes that's my tongue. Now, spread your legs a bit more so I can get close. That's good. Please be still. What are your hands doing up there? Spank you? I don't think so, not this time anyway. Now that is beautiful, as bare as the day you were born. Okay, hold still while I get something to moisturize your skin to prevent shaving bumps. 

It's just a bit of oil, I know it's cold drizzling down between your cheeks. What? The front needs attention? Okay, turn over. Nice and smooth. Do what? 

Look at the time, I need to go. Bye Honey.

Honey groaned in frustration. Whoever it was had hit a button with her. She loved being teased and tempted. 

She got out of the tub and logged onto the service to send a message to the sender. When she entered the username, the system responded that the user could not be found.

Honeysuckle, Day 2

Honey sat in first class, sipping on a glass of water when her blackberry buzzed. It has been a long week since the last message she received and she had given up hope of hearing from Honeysuckle again. Her best friend had commented, "what kind of man calls himself honeysuckle?" Honey thought it was a clever play on her name, but who knew, maybe it was a woman. A thought that was not repulsive to Honey in any manner.

She started to check her email when she remembered that she was on a plane and there was no internet connection, so she couldn't check for any new messages. Just then her blackberry buzzed.

She checked her personal messages and there was one, from Honeysuckle. For someone to have beamed a message to her, they would have to be on the same plane with her. The thought didn't scare her as much as it probably should have, after all, she still didn't know who this person was.

Hi Honey, are you wearing anything under that skirt?

She looked around to see who else was using a PDA (personal digital assistant) on the plane and unfortunately every passenger in first class had some sort of pda out and she was sure there were just as many, if not more in coach. 

Throwing caution to the wind, she replied.

Yes.

Tsk, tsk, Honey. You shouldn't be. How will you use the gift I've gotten for you if you're wearing panties.

What gift?

First you need to take them off and then I'll tell you. Go into the forward lavatory and remove them. Put them into the trash.

What if someone finds them?

Who cares?

Honey stood, making her way to the bathroom, self consciously looking about at her fellow passengers. No one looked up or paid any attention to her. She stood in the restroom for a moment before removing her panties and dropping them into the wastebasket. She tried to bury them under mounds of paper towels so that whoever went in after her would not associate her with them.

Honey returned to her seat. She sat for a moment to see if anyone would immediately go into the restroom behind her. When five minutes passed and no one had, she looked back at her blackberry.

Good girl. Doesn't that feel better. Now, go to the rear lavatory. Check the cabinet above the sink and there will be a gift wrapped package for you. Take your blackberry with you, you'll need it.

Honey got to her feet. Walking to the rear of the plane she tried to scan the faces of every passenger, to see if there was anyone she knee. Most of the passengers were reclined, or had their headphones on and their faces turned towards the window as they were flying over the Atlantic Ocean. The plane hit a bump of turbulence and she lost her balance for a moment. She continued walking to the rear and had to wait for it to empty.

A teenaged girl walked out of the restroom. Honey went in and locked the door. Her pda buzzed.

Unlock the door.

But what if someone comes in? Don't worry, they won't.

Honey unlocked the door. Reaching over her head into the cabinet, she pulled out a small box. Sitting on the closed toilet lid she opened it. Inside was a butterfly that attached to your legs via a harness. The top end of the butterfly was positioned at the clit and the rear end hung provocatively towards her butt. There was even a little shaft to insert in her pussy.

Did you find it?

Yes

Put it on Honey.

She maneuvered the straps over her legs and positioned it.

Turn it on.

She did so and felt it hitting the right spots. She was already wet from being ordered around by an unknown person and this made her even more so. The sound was barely audible in the bathroom but Honey knew that it could get louder in the cabin.

How does it feel?

Great

Good, head back to your seat now Honey, and don't turn it off.

Honey turned it off and headed out the door, she didn't want to walk down the aisle with this thing buzzing.

Honey walked out the door and found three people waiting to get in. Midway up the aisle the butterfly turned back on and her pda buzzed.

I have the control for it Honey. Please don't disobey me again.

Honey took her place in her seat for the rest of the flight. There were no more messages, just a subtle start and stop of the buzzing as he/she played with the controls.

Periodically her seatmate would look over at her, trying to figure out where the buzzing was coming from. 

By the time the plane landed, Honey was soaked. As she stepped into the gate area, her pda buzzed again. 

There's another gift for you at the newsstand. Ask the cashier if she has any honeysuckle flavored candy. Then take the gift into the restroom.

Honey stopped and picked up her package from a widely smiling newsstand clerk. Heading into the restroom, she picked the stall furthest from the door and sat down. Inside the bag, neatly wrapped, was a butt plug and a pair of panties. The plug was slender and short, made out of some type of realistic material. A note was taped to the box.

By now I know you're soaking wet, so just use your juices to lube that up and insert it. I've also included a pair of panties, in case it falls out.

Honey had never used a plug before and had only tried anal once before, although she liked it.

She positioned herself and applying lube to it, gently forced it in, sitting down on the toilet seat to get it the rest of the way in. Suddenly her butterfly started going at full speed, causing her groan.

Collecting her wits and her belongings, she washed her hands and walked out of the restroom. 

Have a good trip Honey, I've left some directions for you in your room. I'll see you when you return and don't think I won't know if you've done what I've asked.

Honey looked around her but in the crowd, no one stood out. She contemplated going into the restroom and removing everything, but decided that she liked them.

Arriving at her hotel room, she was greeted by a bouquet of flowers. She looked around, expecting to see an envelope or some other indication of the stalker/follower/she didn't know what to call him, in her room. She opened the envelope attached to the bouquet and was disappointed when she saw that the card was from the convention organizers.

That night she ordered room service and went her notes for the presentation she was making the next day.

After a day of boring presentations and a successful presentation of her own, she was about to leave the exposition center when her blackberry buzzed.

Nice job!

She didn't bother looking around as there were over 1,000 people in attendance.

Thanks

Did you miss me last night?

No

Liar. There's a courier waiting outside, ready to take you back to the hotel. He also has a package for you.

She walked outside and saw a courier holding a placard with her name on it. She handed him her belongings and accepted a bag which appeared to come from an expensive store. It was shaped like a shopper, and had ribbons for handles. He opened the door of the Mercedes taxi and ushered her inside.

She was in the process of looking through the items in the bag when a sound caught her attention. The driver had put on a cd and the sounds emanating from his speakers sounded like someone making love. She could hear moans and sounds of wetness, followed by a man and woman speaking in a foreign language. She glanced at the rearview mirror to catch the driver's eyes, but he was staring straight ahead. Just then the sounds of a woman obviously having an orgasm broke the silence. The sound was so exquisite that she could immediately feel her nipples harden and panties grow moist.

Just as she was about to ask the driver about the cd, they pulled up at the hotel.

She walked into the hotel room and her pda buzzed.

Did you like the choice of "music"?

She decided to ignore the question and instead began emptying the contents of the bag.

She laid out a beautiful shelf bra (the kind that just support your breasts without covering them), a matching garter and boy cut lace panty. There was also a brown wrap cashmere sweater and a pair of jeans.

She checked the tags, amazed to see that everything was her size.

So you're ignoring me now? You'd better get dressed, the driver will be waiting for you in 30 minutes.

Honey jumped into the shower and while washing her hair, thought about the fact that she was willingly following the orders of someone she didn't think she knew, that she couldn't see and whose intentions she wasn't sure of. What she avoided thinking about was how much she was enjoying it. She'd never thought that she was the type to give over control to someone else.

Honey slipped out of the shower and dried herself off. Slathering lotion over every surface of her body she lingered for a moment on her nipples. She slid on the lingerie and clothes, admiring her body in the mirror. She had full breasts and thighs and ass with a nipped in waist. She was far from the epitome of the waif like creatures gracing the cover of every fashion and men's magazine these days, but she liked what she saw and apparently so did someone else.

When she walked down to the lobby, she saw the same driver she'd had before. Holding the door open for her, he led her to the car. Without speaking he drove her to a European bistro where she had dinner alone, while he waited for her.

After dinner he drove along the streets edging the canals. She loved the twinkling lights hanging from the houseboats.

He pulled to a stop in front of the banana bar. He turned around and handed her an envelope before getting out of the car to hold her door open.

"Go inside and give the hostess this card," read the note inside the envelope.

Honey hesitantly walked inside the building, noting the large number of men and the limited numbers of women, other than the performers.

She was about to turn around and walk out when her pda buzzed.

You'll be fine, I'd never do anything to hurt you.

Honey breathed a deep sigh.

Unless you wanted it.

Honey stood around, watching as men ordered drinks. The specialty of the bar was body shots, except in this case, the men could drink the alcohol directly off the women's nipples. The other specialty involved pushing a banana into a women's vagina, using his mouth.

Honey had no idea what her purpose was, until she noticed a beautiful woman, with a pixie cut, beckoning her over. Honey looked around, thinking it was a mistake. Her pda buzzed.

Yes, she's talking to you.

Honey walked over and stood before the woman, who then placed a shot of tequila in Honey's hand. Honey was about to drink the shot when the woman grabbed her hand and gestured. Honey got the feeling that she was expected to pour the shot on the woman and lick it off.

Honey started backing away from the woman and bumped into a waitress. This waitress was holding a full sized drink with a note attached.

"You know you want to. If it helps, have a drink first."

Honey grabbed the drink and started sipping. Her pda buzzed. 

You're stalling

Taking another small sip, she wasn't surprised to feel the pda buzzing again.

The longer you stand here, the more these men are going to wonder what you're doing Honey.

Honey looked around and saw that no one was paying any attention to her. She guessed it was now or never.

Moving towards the performer, she picked up the shot of tequila and poured it over the woman's shoulder. Despite her best intentions, most of the liquid flowed right down the woman's breast, over her left nipple, and not, as Honey had hoped, down her back.

Honey moved forward and timidly licked a trail of liquid from the woman's collarbone. Seeing that no one paid any attention to that, she lowered her mouth again, this time licking the area around the areola before darting her tongue out to touch the nipple.

She straightened up and her pda buzzed.

No cheating, you have to suck it

She turned back to the performer and deciding to get it over with, dabbed her fingers in the remains of her drink and painted the woman's nipple. Moving her mouth closer to the girl, she placed her mouth around the nipple, while gently biting with her teeth. She suckled briefly before removing herself.

You didn't say how long I had to.

She turned back to the woman about to tip her, when a waitress showed up with a banana. Honey immediately starting shaking her head from side to side. Her pda buzzed.

Okay, you don't have to. 

Honey tipped the performer generously and left the club.

The driver was waiting outside for her, standing next to the car, smoking a cigar.

He handed her another note as she settled in the backseat. The car started moving as Honey opened the note and read it.

"Your last stop of the night is coming up."

The driver stopped near the red light district and handed her another note.

"Go to the top floor of House 11-45. Someone will be waiting for you."

Honey walked down the street, staring at the women sitting in the windows, baring all for the world to see. Seeing the numbers 11-45 on the house in the middle, she walked up a narrow and steep set of stairs. A man who looked exactly like her driver greeted her and led her into a dark room, handing her a note before he walked out. She went to the door and locked it before turning on a light.

Even with a light on, the room was still dim and she noticed that there were light blocking curtains at the windows. In the middle of the room was a machine. It looked like an oil barrel cut in half and there were attachments stuck to it. Something niggled in her memory and she recognized that she had seen the machine before. At a toy party organized by a friend for someone's bachelorette party, there had been a sybian. It was an orgasm machine. It was designed so that a woman could mount it and have clitoral, anal, g spot orgasms.

Honey sat on the bed and opened the note.

"Honey, this is your last task. You will mount this machine and ride it. Before doing so, you will open the curtains and remove your outer clothing."

Honey walked to the window and peered outside. There were hundreds if not thousands of people walking along the street. Her pda buzzed.

Don't worry. No one can see your face up there, unless they have binoculars, as I do. All they will be able to see is your form, mounting the machine and riding it.




Honey



Honey moved opened the curtains wide. Standing still, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She then untied her sweater and let the garment fall from her shoulders. She stood in front of the window staring down at the crowds. Knowing that no one could see her gave her a sense of freedom. She moved one hand up to fondle her breasts, stopping to stroke her nipples before twisting them with her fingers. Her pda buzzed.

Is that a new desire? Nipple play?

What, you thought you knew everything about me?

She walked over to the sybian and looked at it closely. It had a realistic dong attachment mounted to it and she was glad to see that it was normal sized. It also had a raised area for clitoral vibrations.

She looked at the machine and then at the crowd. She grabbed her pda.

I can't do this.

Why not?

It doesn't do anything for me, I'm not aroused looking at it.

There's a sliding window in your room on the wall, behind the Van Gogh picture of flowers. Slide it open.

She walked to the wall and lifting the picture frame, found the sliding wall. She opened it to see a woman on the other side, being taken by a man from the rear. The woman was the color of night, dark gleaming skin with beads of sweat dripping off her, while the man was olive toned and hairy. 

She watched in rapture as the man held the woman's hips in his hands coordinating their movements. He pulled out and Honey felt her own juices begin to flow as the woman turned around and wrapped her lips around his co. Tonguing the head before taking the entire shaft into her mouth. Honey's hands dropped to her panties, gently stroking her mound through silk of the panties.

She moved away from the wall, making her way towards the machine, flicking a switch it came to life and she watched as the dong began making circling movements while the clitoral attachment began vibrating.

With her back to the window, she put one leg on either side of the machine and pulling her panties to the side, slid down on the dong. Leaning forward her clit came into contact with the other attachment as she rocked back and forth.

Instantly an orgasm overtook her. Not once in all the time she'd been receiving the emails and messages had she allowed herself to orgasm.

Honey flew home the next day. There were no email messages waiting for her and her blackberry didn't buzz once.

Back at work on Monday morning she gave her boss an overview of the conference and went out to lunch for an hour. 

When she returned to the office, there was a manila envelope on her desk, marked personal and confidential. Slitting open the seal, she saw several photographs of herself on top of the sybian and a note.

"Meet me tonight at Houlihan's at 8 p.m. or else these photos will be released all over your company."

At 8 p.m. Honey sat at the bar in Houlihan's, sipping iced water. She noticed several people from work, after all the bar was right down the street. She turned around and wondered who she was supposed to be meeting. She felt the seat next to her swivel and turned to see one of the computer geeks from work. He placed an order with the bartender for a keg of beer.

"Hey Honey, how was your conference?" He could barely meet her eyes.

"It was good." 

"Do anything interesting? I hear that Amsterdam is really wild."

She smiled at him. "Where did you hear that?"

Taking off his glasses he finally looked at her, "My brothers. One owns a limo company and the other owns, well... a house in the red light district."

For a moment his words didn't register and when they did it was too late. He was busy walking back to his table full of geek friends.

As she walked to her car, her pda buzzed.

Leave the back door open for me Honey.



Honey



Thanks to angel-love for her editing and suggestions. She's the best!

This is meant as a not very serious look at infidelity. I hope you just enjoy it as it is.

It was early on a Friday afternoon as Honey stood in front of the bed and proceeded to sway to the soft sensual music from the stereo speakers set in the headboard. She was 5' 4", a natural redhead with porcelain skin and a body to die for. She was beautiful and knew it. She looked at me with a sexy, come hither smile as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She let the soft silk slide down her arms and fall to the floor. She moved to the single button on her wrap around skirt and let it fall to join the blouse. 

She was clad only in a pink lacy bra and thong panties. I knew them well as I had been with her when she purchased them in the Victoria's Secrets shop in the mall on the ground floor of the apartment building we were in. I had paid for them, as well as several other intimate garments that I fully expected to see her in later.

She moved to the bed and straddled me, reaching down to see if I was aroused enough to suit her. Obviously I wasn't and she favored me with a pout. 

"I guess we have our work cut out for us, don't we? Someone is not ready to play." 

Honey was not one to let that situation stand. She lifted off me and proceeded to remove my slacks and shirt. She wasn't gentle about it and I found myself naked in a matter of seconds. I admit I wasn't fighting her. When she had me exposed, she knelt in front of me, took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it to life. Since I was human, I responded to her ministrations and she purred her satisfaction. 

Once she felt I was hard enough, she bent down and took me in her mouth. She closed her lips around my shaft while her tongue moved up and down the bottom where the skin was loose. She placed her fingers around the base of my cock and began to move her head up and down, pacing herself. I was immersed in the sensation and I luxuriated in the warm wet wonderland that was her mouth. 

I watched the top of her red head as she began to deep throat me, which she could do quite well. She put one hand on my scrotum while she sucked me and increased her pace. She looked up at me to see my reaction. She continued to watch me as I moved closer and closer to a climax. When she saw me squeeze my eyes shut, she suddenly began to move faster, sucking harder as she began to jack me off while she massaged my balls. She felt them tense up as I reached my limit and she sucked harder while she clamped her lips around the head. I came in buckets! I came, as I hadn't in some time. She stayed clamped to my cock through all of this and swallowed it all. 

"That's more like it. I think you are ready for some fun now. I guess you were so full you couldn't concentrate. That's not good for you, you know. You shouldn't deprive yourself when Honey is here to help." 

She made sure I was licked clean and slid up the bed to snuggle in my arms. I just held her for a minute before giving her the kiss that she was waiting for. I admit, it wasn't my favorite kind of kiss: wet with my cum still on her tongue and lips. But, if she could swallow it, I could at least kiss her, which she always expected me to do.

After a few minutes to get her breath back, she unsnapped her bra and removed both it and her panties. She pressed her naked body tightly against me and moved her hand down to my spent cock. She stroked it slowly while she slid her thigh between my legs. She moved it up against my cock and the feel of her warm soft skin was enough to bring me back to life. As I grew in her hand, she began to move her thigh against my hardness. 

When she felt I was ready, she threw one leg over and straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and guided it in to her waiting pussy. Once she had it in place, she lowered herself down taking me inside. She went slowly, taking a few inches, moving back up and then back down, taking more. She did this until I was fully buried in her warm wetness. The feeling was wonderful and I relaxed, letting her do all of the work. She knew exactly what to do and did it. She moved up and down, fucking my cock with her pussy until I was struggling to hold back. 

She must have known what I was doing and intensified her movements. She was bouncing up and down at a frenzied pace and I lost the battle. I reached up to grab her hips and I pulled her down and held her tight against me as I came again. I shot gobs up into her until I felt that I had nothing left to give. I released her and fell back against the pillow. I was exhausted and sated. I wanted nothing more.

"You were great, as usual. I don't know how you do that. You seem to know exactly what I want and what I need." 

I watched her as she stretched with catlike grace. She was a beautiful woman and she knew how to make a man feel special. That's why I paid her so much.

"I know you and I know what you need. That's what I do so well." 

She curled up behind me and used her knees to put me in a position to spoon with her behind and me in front. 

She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "I think you need some sleep right now. You go ahead and I'll use the time to get my energy recharged." With her encouragement, I soon drifted off into an exhausted, dream free sleep.

I awoke some time later to feel Honey stroking my flaccid cock into wakefulness. I pretended sleep while she brought me to a state of readiness. I wondered what she had in mind but soon found that she intended only to give me a hand job. That was fine with me since it felt great but required no energy on my part. She was very good at this, just as she was so good at anything sexual. She knew every trick and never hesitated to teach me when we were together. She stroked me and kissed the back of my neck, whispering sensually into my ear. Her warm breath and the words she used were enough to raise me into a sexually charged peak. She increased her stroking while she continued to kiss and entice me until I was humping against her hand. She squeezed my cock as hard as she could as she jerked me into erupting onto my belly and the sheets of the bed with long strings of cum. I groaned as I came until I was empty. 

"I'm hungry! You need to feed me right away. I'm going to get dressed and you had better be ready when I get done." 

With that, Honey jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get ready. I just enjoyed the view as her plump rear wiggled as she moved. 

I found the energy to get myself up and dressed in a pair of slacks and a blazer, no tie and a solid blue shirt. The combo suited me today: casual without flair. The blazer cost me just under $1500 and the shoes were Italian leather that cost over $1000 but unless you knew good stuff, you couldn't tell. That's what money did: if you had it you could afford to dress like you didn't. And afford someone like Honey, at $2300 for the day and night.

I guess it's time to talk about myself. My name is Remington Smith. I know, but my parents, Joe and Irma Smith wanted me to have a name that no one would confuse with Joe Smith. Everybody called me Remmy, except my Mother and my wife. Well, almost my ex-wife. To them, I was Remington or Rem. Never Remmy. 

I was born to a comfortable middle class family and with my name; I learned early to fend for myself. I tended to stay alone most of the time and I was very smart. Almost too smart for public school. Kids didn't like other kids who were smart. But I was and I earned a scholarship to Brown University. With my scholarship, I graduated in just less than 3 years with a degree in business administration, which I put to use immediately upon graduating. 

I started an Internet business; using every tool I learned and made a small fortune very quickly by selling out just before the dot.com bust. I sold my business for just over $5 million plus 100,000 shares of stock worth another 5 mil. I saw the bust coming and sold my 100k shares plus another 100k shares that I didn't own for $35 a share and when the price fell to $10 a share, I bought the 100k shares I had sold earlier for $35. When the dust settled, I had made $11 million. Within another three years, I had increased that $11 M to just under $40 million. 

I met Patricia Sellers five years ago when I was just turning 35. I have a consulting firm that I started just to relieve my boredom. I work with new startup firms as an Information Systems troubleshooter. In other words, I set up their computer systems so that everything worked together. I am very well known and all my business comes from mouth to mouth references. 

I made more money, and added to what I already had, I needed someone to handle the investments I owned. They were beginning to take too much of my time. That's when I met Patricia. She was recommended to me by one of my clients. He said she was as sharp as they came and beautiful to boot. Not that she gave him the time of day; he still thought a lot of her.

I set up a meeting with her the following week and met her at her office. I took one look at her and I was lost. She could have recommended I jump off a cliff and I probably would have tried to find one if she would come with me. To make a long story short, I hired her right then and there and she took over managing my assets. Not that it's important, but she made me even more money. You probably have gotten the idea by now that money is no object for me.

Patricia is 5'2" of perpetual motion. She is blond, with hair the color of honey that falls in soft curls just past her shoulders. Her skin is flawless and soft as silk. Her eyes are an incredibly light blue and her lips are just right. She is the classic 36-24-36 and she is a C cup. While I thought she was wonderful and perfect in every way, she thought that I was a jerk. Too much money and not enough common sense. I was determined to change her perception of me.

Since I had so much money, I was pretty much her only client. Her boss told her to give me her full attention and took her other clients away and gave them to coworkers. This didn't increase her opinion of me however, and she seemed to resent me even more. I had my work cut out for me. In any event, she and I were forced to spend a lot of time together, and slowly I began to change her mind.

We had been working together about 3 months, when I finally asked her out on a date. She hesitated before accepting, mainly because she couldn't find a way to say no. I went all out and had her over to my Penthouse for dinner. Of course, I had it catered with the best food and we ate in the dining room that overlooked the lake. It was a setting that should make an impression. It did.

We began dating steadily and I finally asked her to stay over one night as we sat in front of the fire, looking out over the city. She hesitated before finally agreeing. I was concerned with her hesitation and asked her if she was sure she wanted to stay. I told her that there was no pressure and that if she did not feel the same about me as I felt about her, I would respect that and back away. Just because I had money and that was her job, I did not want her under any false pretence. 

"It is not you. I really do like you and I think I may be falling in love with you. It is just that I am not sure that I want this to continue. We come from two different worlds and I don't know that I can live with the differences." She was very serious and I knew what she was afraid of.

"We are not as different as you think. I have money but it is not what I live for. I made it without any real effort and I use it only to let me do what I want to do with my life. One of the things I want is you. If my money stands in the way of that, I don't want it. I'll give it away to charity and let you decide who gets it. I only want you. That's a difference you can live with, isn't it?" I was as serious as she was. I would really give it away. 

She smiled with tears in her eyes and took my hand in hers. She raised it to her lips and my heart almost jumped out of my chest it was pounding so hard. "Yes, I can live with that and no, I don't want you to give it away. Let's talk about this in your bedroom." 

She pulled me along as she moved to the master bedroom. It was complete with a round bed, silk sheets and a headboard that controlled everything in the apartment. She pushed me down to the bed and proceeded to remove my shoes and then my pants. She pulled them down with a yank and a giggle. She clearly was going to be the aggressor this time. I wondered as she removed my shirt over my head if she would always be this way. I determined to turn the tables just as soon as I could. In the meantime I just enjoyed. 

We made love that evening and it was all I hoped it would be. She was fully into it and she took an active part in our lovemaking. We made love with her on top and me on top, from behind and on our sides. I lost track of the things we did, in bed, on the floor, in the shower and on the kitchen table. She was insatiable and so was I. We fought about who would do what and finally just grabbed each other and went at it. Pat stayed the night and moved in the following day. That was over 5 years ago and we never looked back. Until 2 months ago. 

I had scheduled a trip to Singapore to work with a construction company that was building a high rise in downtown Singapore. They wanted a state of the art computer system to control everything in the building. They hired a top-notch environmental outfit to design the equipment and me to program the computer. I was the best in the business at this: custom designing computers to work with original designs. 

The environmental boys would be in Singapore next week and wanted to test out the connections then. I had to be there since I would be programming on the fly. We agreed on timing and I would fly out on Singapore Airlines from LA Sunday night and arrive in Singapore Tuesday morning, crossing the dateline on the way. I estimated no more than 10 days and maybe as few as 7. I planned on taking Pat with me, as she loved Singapore and the shopping there.

That Friday night, Pat began complaining of being cold and was shivering all over. I felt her forehead and found her to be burning up. I called my doctor and he was able to see her in the hospital that evening. Pat had walking pneumonia and he wanted her in bed right away. He gave her an injection and a prescription and told her to be careful for the next three days or so. He said she would be fine but couldn't fly with her lungs full of fluid. She couldn't go with me and I couldn't postpone. Damn!

After a futile discussion, I knew I had to go and she had to stay. She wouldn't be alone as there were always people around the apartment, and Jimmy would be there. We accepted the inevitable and I left Sunday night as planned. I promised to call as often as I could but with the time difference it would be tough. 

My trip was fine and I was able to get the work done without any real issues. The environmental boys and I worked well together and they had done some really good work. I was able to match the computer to their equipment with some off the shelf communications programs and I programmed the computer to respond to their specifications. All the tests were successful and we were finished in just under 7 days. 

During my calls home, I noticed a change in Pat's behavior on the day before I left to return home. She was very quiet and let me do all the talking. She was interested in the sights and sounds and people I had met but she didn't have much to say, just hurry home. I didn't worry much since I assumed that she was still recovering from her illness. I told her I would leave the day after tomorrow and that cheered her up. 

On schedule, I got back into Cleveland airport late Tuesday morning and had Jimmy pick me up. He loaded my bags into the back of the limo and we were on our way home. I chatted with Jimmy and asked him how things were going at home. He just shrugged his shoulders and said things were fine. That was unlike Jimmy as he was usually very voluble, hard to shut up. 

Jimmy Joy had been with me for the last 8 years. He was a petty thief and had been caught trying to rip off one of my cars. When he was arrested, I asked the prosecutor about him and she referred me to his defense attorney. He gave me a quick biography, thinking to get me to back down some and I became interested in his story. He had a hard life and was in the foster system for most of his early years. I decided to offer him a job as a driver if he would accept it as part of a plea bargain. He did and I found that he was a good worker, and seemed to be very bright. He had lived a hard life and I found him to be eager to work and quite loyal. He's never let me down in the 8 years he has worked for me and I have come to trust him without reservation. 

"Is something wrong, Jimmy? You seem to be very quiet. I haven't seen you for over a week and I expected you to talk my head off. What's up?" 

"Nothing that's any of my business, chief. I ain't one to talk about things that I don't know nothin about. You'll have to ask Miss Patricia about that." He had said his piece and I got nothing else out of him on the trip home. I just decided I would have to ask Pat what was up.

My arrival home was nothing short of mind blowing. Patricia acted as though I had been gone for a month or more. She was all over me and couldn't let me alone. She talked a blue streak, fussed over me and worried about how tired I looked. She wanted me to go to bed, and when I said I wasn't tired, she suggested she could make me tired if I wanted. 

I did but I was too wired to do anything but unwind with a cold beer and my feet up in my favorite recliner. She sat by my side and had me tell her everything about the trip. I felt like a King who had come home from battle to his Queen. She called and ordered dinner delivered and we sat in front of the fire and ate a light meal, perfect as I tried to overcome the jet lag. She sat with me as I fell asleep in the chair, and she was still there when I awoke hours later. She helped me to bed, where I collapsed and slept for the next 12 hours. 

Since I had finished the job in Singapore, I decided to refuse any new work for a while and take some time off. When I woke up, I decided to tell Pat that we should make some plans to go someplace and enjoy some time together. I knew she loved to do that and I thought that would make her happy. I went looking for her and found her sitting in the den, watching the fish in the large aquarium I kept there. She seemed lost in thought and I had to call her name to get her attention.

"Hey there. Where are you right now?" I didn't want to startle her so I kept my voice soft.

She looked up at me and I could see the tears in her eyes. She looked as though she had been crying for some time. I was suddenly worried. Did the doctor give her some bad news that she hadn't told me? I asked her what was wrong. I was afraid of her answer, but it was worse than I had expected.

"I have something I need to tell you. I have been sitting here trying to find the words. I just don't know how to tell you this but I have to. I am afraid of what you will do when I tell you so you have to promise me that you will let me say what I need to say before you get mad." She had such a pathetic look on her face that I moved toward her to hold her and comfort her, but she held out her hand to stop me.

"Please, set there across the room from me. I don't want you close to me right now. I don't think I could say what I have to say with you near me." 

"Pat, please don't say things like that. I love you and I need you to trust me enough to tell me what it is you have to." I was still afraid that something bad was wrong with her. 




Honey



"Remington, I went to the party with Maryanne and Jennifer last Friday night. Do you remember I told you about it?" She waited for me to respond.

"Of course. I was glad you could go out and have some fun since I was gone. You had just spent three days in bed and I knew you needed time for yourself. I don't particularly like your choice of friends but I know you care for them."

"My friends weren't the problem. I danced with Greg Packard all evening and we were drinking wine and I got pretty tipsy. Maryanne and Jennifer had already left with some guys and I was ready to come home so I asked Greg to take me." She paused to see how I was taking it so far. I was not worried yet and I encouraged her to continue.

"Greg took me home, but it was to his home and not here. He made some coffee and I had some, thinking it would sober me up so that I could call Jimmy to come get me. Unfortunately, I didn't realize it at the time but Greg had spiked the coffee with something and I had two cups. By then I was completely out of it." Again she paused to see if I had begun to understand where this was going. I had but I remained calm and told her to continue.

"Greg took me in to lie down since I complained of being dizzy and he removed my shoes. My feet hurt from all the dancing so I didn't really mind that. The next thing I knew, he had my dress off and he put his mouth on me and was fingering me. I responded and he made me cum. As I was trying to recover, he moved up on top of me and he fucked me. I was still drunk enough that I didn't resist and I came again." She now saw the look on my face and stopped talking. She stood up from her chair and backed away from me as far as she could.

"Please Rem, you have to listen to me. It wasn't my fault. He took advantage of me and he put something in the coffee. You have to believe me." She was hunched in a corner, her hands out in front of her, pleading with me.

"I can't hear any more of this. Just stop talking right now. I don't want to see you or talk to you now. Please go away. I don't care where you go, just go away." 

I couldn't have her near me. If she was near me I would do something stupid to her and I didn't want to do that. I just wanted her to go away.

I turned to look back at her as I started out the door. "No, wait, you can stay here tonight. I'll go to the club and stay there tonight. I'll make arrangements to have an apartment made ready for you tomorrow and you can move in there immediately. Good night!" 

I left the room and stumbled to the foyer to get my coat. I called Jimmy to come get me and take me to the club. That's all he needed to know to take care of things. Jimmy was smarter than he looked in matters like this. Practical, that's what he was.

As I waited by the door for Jimmy's call, Patricia came out of the den crying and saw me standing there. She started toward me, calling my name but I held out my hand in entreaty to stop her. I was afraid for her: afraid of my anger and my temper. She had to stay away. Just then, Jimmy rang and I stumbled into the elevator, jamming my finger on the door-close button. That was the last time I saw or spoke to Patricia. That brings us to now, this night, two months later.

Honey came out of the dressing room dressed to kill in a short, tight black dress with a low front that displayed her prominent breasts and her magnificent cleavage. She always dressed this way for me when we went out. It was to make every other guy jealous of me. She twirled around, showing me her dress. 

She looked at me with a disgusted face and said, "You were thinking of her again, weren't you?" Honey always knew what I was thinking, sometimes even before I did. 

"I don't know why you don't call her and talk to her. This is killing you." 

She moved to the hall and took her wrap from the rack there. It was a fur that I had bought her some time ago and she always wore it with me. 

"If you aren't going to call, come take me to dinner." 

She picked up the phone and called Jimmy. Jimmy would do almost anything for Honey and she knew it. She treated him like a brother and he loved it and her: almost as much as he loved Patricia.

We left for dinner and I took her to a private club that I belonged to where I could show her off. She loved being the center of attention and I always humored her. She talked with several of the gentlemen there and she was happy being who she was. I was content just watching her.

When she came back to the table, I had already ordered for us. We shared a bottle of wine and she settled back with one foot rubbing my leg under the table.

"You have to call her, you know. What she did is not the problem: you are. You know that, so what's your problem?"

"She cheated on me. Did you forget that? Is that not a problem?"

"What are you doing right this minute? Aren't you cheating on her? What we did this afternoon, that's not cheating? Who are you kidding?"

"This is different. She is the one that cheated on me while I was away and not here to stop her. That's what she did."

"That's crap. The way I heard it from you, Greg almost raped her and he did it intentionally. He planned it and he did it. She was too far gone to stop him and he knew it. That's rape in my book. What you and I are doing is called an affair: planned all the way. If he did to me what he did to her, I would have him castrated. You know that's true."

"I don't see it that way. I'm still angry and I can't get it out of my mind."

"What you can't get out of your mind is Greg Packard, that rich, smarmy son of a bitch!"

I looked at her like she had lost her mind. "Smarmy? What the hell kind of word is that?" She had me laughing as usual. She was good for me.

"Never mind. You just need to deal with Greg and then get on with your life."

"I don't know. Maybe." I knew she was right but I wasn't ready to give in just yet.

"You do know. I can't figure out why you have been letting him get away with it. You know in your heart that she wasn't all to blame. She was guilty of stupidity, but that's all. That's why you haven't proceeded with the divorce, isn't it?"

Just then the food came and we had a pleasant dinner of roast pheasant with wild rice and broccoli florets in cheese sauce. It was delicious as usual and I watched Honey put away a huge amount that always amazed me. She never gained weight and always looked great. 

I thought about what she said and I admit, it made me do some serious reflection. As we were finishing with coffee and desert, Maryanne walked in with a man I had seen in the club before. She saw me, unfortunately and walked over.

"Well, hello there. I see you're enjoying your freedom while Pat sits at home wondering when you're going to cut her loose." She looked over at Honey and smiled.

Honey returned the smile and said, "Hello, Maryanne, how have you been? I see you are moving down in the world with Arlo as your date." Honey obviously knew Maryanne.

"Moving up or down, I see you are familiar with both my ex husband and my current date. You do get around don't you?"

"I know many men, as do you. They just seem to prefer me. I just think you could do much better than Arlo Pennington." Honey gave her a sweet smile and looked away, dismissing her.

Maryanne turned back to me. "Well Remmy, I think I'll talk to Pat when I get back and let her know what the rules of this separation are. I don't think she will have to pay for an escort, which apparently you do. That's too bad. I know several men who would give their fortunes for a chance to date Pat and when I tell her it's OK, I'll be more than glad to help her." She smiled at me and moved away to her date and her table.

As she left, I thought of what she had said. She was right. I knew several of my friends that would ask Patricia out in a minute if they thought that she was available. She was beautiful, sweet, well educated and well respected by all of my friends and those who knew her. That was why I had married her, all of those qualities wrapped up in one perfect person. 

I also knew that Honey was correct. I was furious at Greg Packard, that son of a bitch. He had the reputation of a home wrecker and he went after married women exclusively. I knew that he had seduced Patricia just as surely as I knew that she was heartbroken over it. I knew all of that and yet, here I sat with Honey.

Honey was just watching me as this went through my mind. She knew what I was thinking and she waited patiently for me to come to my senses. 

"Well? Has the light dawned yet? Do we understand what we are going to do?" She watched me with a slight curve of her lips. 

"Yes, I do. You always knew that I would reach this point eventually, didn't you? And by the way, how do you know Maryanne?"

"Of course. We have known each other for over 3 years. We have been together God knows how many times and I consider you more of a pleasure than a client, although my price is still the same. I normally wouldn't have come to you this time since I knew you were so happily married but the fact that you called told me that you were in real trouble. So I came and I think I made you feel better so that you could get to this point. At least that's what I tell myself. I do like being with you though." 

She looked at me fondly before she said, "Oh, and yes. I knew Maryanne's husband, and she had him followed. End of unpleasant story." 

I thought again about what Maryanne had said about telling Pat that it was OK for her to find someone else since I had done just that. The thought of her with another man was more than I was willing to accept. I knew from Jimmy and the apartment manager that Pat had not been going out and had no visitors other than the two girls. I was pleased with that but not enough to call her and talk to her. That might have to change immediately if I didn't want to lose her. 

I also had to decide what to do about Packard. That SOB was going to pay and pay big. I needed to talk to Jimmy to make some plans. Jimmy knew people who knew people and so on. 

"Honey, are you ready to call it a night? I'll take you back to the Penthouse and you can get your things. Jimmy will take you where you want to go. You can consider the evening off as a bonus." 

"I'll be fine Remmy, don't you worry about me. I can use the night off anyway. A girl's got to get her beauty sleep you know. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Honey was a pro!

"No thanks. You have already helped me more than you know. I sort of wish that I hadn't called you though. I feel bad now about what we did this afternoon, but I was hurting and I thought I was just getting even." 

"You could have called me as a friend and I would have come without charge. You and I have history and you can always call me. I told you I liked being with you and I consider you pleasure, not business, but I have obligations and your money is a big help so I charge, knowing you can afford it."

She was something else. I called Jimmy and we left the club. As I walked past Maryanne's table, I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I heard what you said and if you try to get Pat to cheat on me again, I'll ruin you. You got it?"

Damn that woman. She smiled sweetly up at me and said. "You do your worst, but you had better call her before I do." She patted my arm and turned back to her date.

I walked out of the club with Honey and got into the car. I told Jimmy to take us home and to wait for Honey while she got her things. Jimmy smiled and nodded. We went back to the Penthouse and I saw Honey out the door. I was alone with some decisions to make.

That night I tossed and turned in bed thinking about what I was going to do. I knew that I was still in love with Pat and I knew that I didn't want a divorce. She hadn't been totally to blame for what happened: stupid and naïve, yes. Greg Packard, however, was another story. He took advantage of another man's wife knowingly and intentionally. He was going to pay and pay big. Until that happened, I wasn't going to be able to go forward.

I did worry about what Maryanne had said. If she told Pat about Honey, Pat would believe that she was free to do the same thing and she would have no trouble getting some guy to take her out. If she thought our marriage was over, she was likely to do something to make herself feel better and to feel sexy again. I remembered our love life and how she would take charge. She was hot, actually hotter than Honey who was a pro and when we made love, she was relentless. I finally dozed and dreamed:

We were in bed together and Pat had on that silk nightie that I bought her on our last trip to Paris. She had nothing on under it and as she rolled on top of me, I slipped my hands under the bottom and gripped her sweet ass. She straddled me and sat up, pulling the nightie over her head and flinging it aside. She put her hands on her breasts and massaged the nipples until they were hard little buttons, sticking straight out, beckoning me. She moved her hands down her wonderful body, over her magnificent hips and down her thighs, directly onto my cock. She took it in both hands and stroked me up and down until I was as hard as a steel rod, watching me with sultry eyes. She then rose up and directed me into the entrance of her cunt, wet and dripping. She lowered herself down, taking my length in one stroke. Her eyes closed and her hands returned to her tits, massaging them as she fucked me. 

She was controlling the action and I watched her face as she let the sensation build. I remained still, allowing her to pace herself, knowing that this was the way she brought us to a simultaneous climax. She continued stroking up and down and I finally saw the slight squeezing of her eyes that I recognized and put my hands on her hips. She smiled and began to move faster, breathing hard and groaning softly. 

I was now helping her move up and down and she leaned over to allow my mouth access to her nipples. I took one in my mouth and bit down on the nipple, being rewarded with a louder groan as she moved closer and closer to her climax. She was now stroking hard and fast and I helped her by stroking up as she withdrew. She shuddered, put her hands on my shoulders and stopped her motion as she came down, me buried to the full length inside her as she climaxed. I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze me and I came hard with three quick spurts up into her. 

Her face was a mixture of bliss and concentration. She finally collapsed onto me, my arms around her and my knees raised to fully enclose her. She loved this position and she loved the aftermath when she felt warm and safe in my embrace. 

I awoke, realizing that I had fallen asleep dreaming of Patricia. It was light and I felt better than I had for some time. I knew then what I had to do. I rose, dressed and called Jimmy. He surprised me by sounding rather surly, unlike his normal cheerful self. I asked him to come up to the Penthouse. I needed to talk to him. He said he was on the way. While I waited, I made some plans.

When Jimmy walked in, he looked rather like he sounded: surly and angry at something. I wasn't in the mood so I just told him to sit and listen. I told him that I wanted to get even with Greg Packard. I told him that I wanted to just beat the shit out of him, but because he would have my ass hauled into jail, I didn't want to do that, so I laid out my plan for getting even with Packard. I wanted some of Jimmy's pals to plant some drug evidence on Mr. Packard and to play snitch to the cops to get him arrested and in the papers. While the cops hauled his ass into jail, I was going to break into his apartment and plant some incriminating evidence to make sure when the cops searched, they would find enough that Packard would spend the next ten years in jail. I was sure that Jimmy's contacts could get me the stuff I needed to plant in his apartment, but I didn't want Jimmy involved directly in anything. While I still wanted to beat Packard's brains out, this was more my style and would put him away for a good long time.

Jimmy seemed to be less than enthusiastic about my idea. He just grunted when I asked him if his contacts could get me the stuff I needed and if they could plant enough to get him landed in jail, giving me the time I needed to plant more evidence. He watched me with a hooded look and just listened until I told him that I was done. I reminded him that I didn't want him involved in anything illegal and I told him to let me know when he had the stuff. He left without another word. 

I sat there in the apartment and stewed as to what my next move should be. I wondered if I should call Patricia. Should I let her know that we should get together and talk? What would I say to her? Should I take Maryanne seriously and ask Pat not to listen to her? What would I do if she did go out with someone else? I wasn't sure about anything at this point. I finally decided to wait until I had taken care of Mr. Packard. I would know if she went anywhere since Jimmy kept tabs on her. 

Jimmy called about 4:00 that afternoon to tell me that he thought he could have everything ready by the next day or the day after at the latest. I mumbled about that, wanting to get things moving right away but remembered what I was requesting. I guess it would take some time to get what I wanted. I told Jimmy that would be OK and asked him if Pat had been going out or anything. He said he would have told me if she did and hung up sounding pissed. 

I went to bed that night alone and confused. I dreamed again of Pat and also of Honey and woke the next morning feeling exhausted. This was getting to be a habit and I wanted to do something to end it soon. I hoped Jimmy would call this morning.

It was about 10:30 when Jimmy called. He wanted to come up and talk to me. I agreed and he came up almost immediately. He started right in without giving me a chance to say anything. 

"Boss, I've got something to tell you. I waited all this time for you to do something about what happened to Miss Patricia boss, but you never did. You just got mad and took it out on Miss Patricia and she wouldn't talk back to you because she thought it was all her fault. Well, it wasn't and even I knew that. She was tricked by that piece of shit and you just let him go on about his life while you punished Miss Patricia."

"I just watched both of you be miserable and then I watched as you brought Miss Honey back into the Penthouse. I was against that and I told her so but she was concerned about you and how you were doing. I argued with her but I couldn't stop her. She didn't tell you because you wouldn't have liked that from me."

"Well, after all this time, you finally asked me to help you get even with Mr. Shithead. Well, I was finally happy that I could do something about it without you getting mad at me for butting in where I didn't belong. So I did. I didn't do what you asked but I finished something that I started some time ago."

"Mr. Shithead is currently in the hospital. It seems he was beaten bad by some very mad drug dealers, and a few bones got broke. It seems Mr. Shithead ripped them off. Of course, Mr. Shithead didn't know nothing about it but the drug dealers didn't believe him so they let him know that he wasn't welcome in this town anymore. When he gets out of the hospital, in about 3 weeks or so, some interested parties have promised to help him out of town."

"By the way. He was also fired from his job for embezzlement of funds. I know this for a fact from one of his coworkers who found the shortage in his accounts and felt it was his duty to report it to management. It was over $250,000 from what I heard and the company is going to file grand larceny charges on him tomorrow. 

Seems Mr. Shithead doesn't know nothing about that either, but my friend had the proof, so Mr. Shithead will go to prison for 5-10 if he doesn't get whacked by someone first. Should be interesting to see who wins. By the way, the 250 grand is missing and nobody knows where it is. Too bad, huh?" Jimmy sat there with a huge grin on his face and watched me struggle with it all.




Honey



I sat there and just stared at him. I knew my mouth was hanging open but I didn't know what the hell to say. Jimmy had obviously had this in place for some time and I had given him the excuse he needed to act on it. God, this guy was something else. His loyalty to me and to Pat was something I had never questioned but the depth of his loyalty was something else. I just sat there trying hard not to choke up.

"Well, I guess that is the end of Mr. Shithead as you called him. I'm glad you had nothing to do with any of this so we have nothing to worry about. Right?"

"Right, boss. You just have to do what's right by Miss Patricia now. Otherwise this whole thing was for nothing." With that last comment, Jimmy turned and walked out of the Penthouse. He didn't look back or ask me anything else. He just assumed I would do the right thing. Whatever that was.

I sat there for about an hour just debating with myself before I finally reached for the phone. I called Patricia's apartment using the number I had obtained the day she got it. It rang four times and I was about to hang up when she answered.

"Hello?" I couldn't say anything when I heard her voice after all this time. I felt a lump in my throat and tried to get my breath.

"This is Patricia speaking. Is anyone there? Jimmy, is that you?" She sounded relaxed and just a little miffed by the silence on the other end.

"Hello Pat." That was all I could get out for the moment.

There was a long pause before she said, "Hello Remington. It's been a long time. Over two months I think?" Her voice was as I remembered it: soft and sexy. It always caused me to shiver when she talked to me on the phone. She had that kind of voice.

"Yes, it has and I apologize for that. I shouldn't have kept you waiting for so long without some explanation. I'm very sorry." I paused for a minute but she didn't say anything so I had to continue.

"I would like to come down to see you and maybe we could talk a little about our future together. Would that be OK with you?"

"Well, we can certainly talk, but I doubt that we have much of a future together. You made it quite clear that we were no longer a couple and that our marriage was over." Now the voice she used was not the soft, sexy voice that I was accustomed to hear from her. There was barely controlled anger in this voice and I knew I had to say something quick to stop a disaster.

"I believe I was just angry and wasn't thinking and that what I said was not what I meant to say. I think I have to start by apologizing and we can go from there. But I would rather do it in person if that's OK with you." I held my breath.

"Well, I guess we can talk, but I understand from Maryanne that you have begun to move on and I hope we can set things to rest so that I can too." So, Maryanne did it! Damn her!

"No, that's not true and that's why we need to talk. Honey is an old friend and she was there to help me through a hard time. I know you can understand that, can't you?" God, what could I say to make it better? Not a damn thing!

"No, I can't understand that since I expected to go through everything alone until we were legally separated. Isn't that what you expected from me? I certainly expected it from you after you made it clear that cheating on the marriage under any circumstance was wrong!" She was right! That's what I expected from her all along. But somehow it was OK for me to do it?

She wasn't the mild little love of my life now. I had really hurt her and I was going to pay the price.

"I guess you think that it's OK for you since I was the one that cheated? I guess that you think you have a free pass to do whatever you want? Well, fine! I want to move on too so let's talk!"

"Pat, please let me come down and talk to you face to face. I can't do this on the phone when I can't see your face and your eyes. I need to see you and talk to you and try to make everything right again. I have been going through hell these last two months."

As I said that, I knew I was it was a mistake. God, open mouth and insert foot. Would I never learn?

"Was Honey part of your hell?" A simple question. 

"Honey was a mistake, one that I made that finally helped me to see that what you did was not your fault and that things can happen without our control." 

"Maybe, but I don't think I can quite believe you were suffering much. Maryanne described her to me: the way she looked at you and how you looked at her and what she does for a living. Sounds more like Honey was a pleasant diversion that you may have enjoyed even when we were married."

"No! That's not true. I can have Honey talk to you if you don't believe me. She will tell you. I have known her for longer than I have known you, and she and I were a thing before we were married, but not after. That's the God's truth."

It was funny that I was the one pleading for her understanding now when she was the one that had cheated on our marriage. But she was more a victim of a slimeball that took advantage of a trusting woman where I paid for the company of a call girl just to have sex. No contest.

"I have one question before I agree to see you. Will you answer a question?"

"Of course. What is the question?" I waited, hoping I could answer.

"Do you love me enough to get through this?"

"Yes, I do." I knew it was true now. 

"Then I'll come up to you. I want to come home."

"I want you home. Hurry."



Honey



I toss my book bag in the corner and flop down on the bed. I fling my arm over my eyes and just sort of vegetate in my dark dorm room. Man, these past couple of months have been crazy. There was the whole explosion with Chris. I thought I was losing my job and all my friends from that wonderful bit of drama. Lesson learned don't date a dick head that's friends with the boss and has money to throw around. Yeah the sex was great and sometimes I thought I was half in love with him. But I saw what he was about when word got out that we had been "fooling around". Silly me I thought we were falling in love or atleast going to date. The whole time he had been spreading lies about me and painting himself out to be the victim of my "man-eating" ways. 

I roll over, curling up with my knees tucked against my chest, closing my eyes tightly. I'm not going to think about it. I've talked myself blue about it, driven my friends insane with my tears. I'm just going to get over it. That's a daunting process now that I am back on the market and oh the winners that are out there. I sigh and roll to the other side, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. 

The door opens and Michael peeks around the edges. Damn I can't believe I forgot to lock it. My room is a mess, trash piled up, mountain dew cans and clothes everywhere. 

"Hiya Mike what's up?"

He comes into the room closing the door and locking it. Okay, that's a little odd, but whatever works. Why isn't he saying anything? Is he still upset over what's her face?

He moves into my cramped little dorm room. God it's a mess. I wonder if I look as embarrassed as I feel. I don't get up. Now laying down on the bed is a little suggestive but it's just Mike. He's been my friend for awhile now, and he's as gentle and kind as they come. Although right at that moment he was acting very odd. 

He comes to stand by the bed, looking down at me with a strange look on his face, while all I can do is stare back dumbly with a questioning look. While I am still pondering at the oddness of the way Mike is acting, he climbs onto the bed. He moves his legs to straddle mine, while moving his hands to tug at the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down. I widen my eyes, not knowing what to say, but start to squirm away from him wondering silently what the hell has come over him. He grabs onto my hips, digging his fingers into them, picking me up slightly, and slamming me back down into the bed, not hurting me but shocking me enough to stop my movement. Giving my hips a last warning squeeze he starts to tug at my pants inching them down my hips and legs, pulling them off fully leaving me in my baggy tshirt, socks and panties, staring up at him with wide, shocked eyes. What the hell was going on!

He moves my panties aside, making me gasp with surprise and at the feeling of the cool air sliding over my now exposed pussy. He presses the tip of his fingers at the lips of my pussy, slowly adding more pressure, pushing his fingers into me, while he smirks slightly at how wet my pussy is already. Moving his hand achingly slow he pushes his finger into my tight pussy, fighting it's tightness with the gentle, constant pressure of his fingers. What the hell has gotten into him! 

His fingers finally sink fully into me, his knuckle nudging at my clit, while he twists his fingers inside of me slowly. I realize my mouth is hanging wide open and my eyes are even wider. Closing my mouth and taking obvious effort to clear my thoughts, I start to scoot away, shaking my head. No way is this happening. Mike is a great friend. But I've tried hitting on him before. It just sort of fizzled and died off, he doesn't really excite me. 

Just as I was thinking this and planning what I was going to say before I ushered him out the door, he grabbed my hips again and rolled me to my side giving my ass a firm resounding slap, before pushing me on to my back again, against the mattress. 

Too shocked to know what to do, my mouth and eyes opened wide again with a stunned look on my face, obviously thinking what the fuck was that. While my mind still tried to process what just happened, he scoots down on my bed so that his face hovers over my still exposed pussy. He leans down letting his lips press against the lips of my pussy in a sort of kiss, delicately raining light kisses over my pussy. My hips buck and twitch lightly without my consent, while all I can do is stare. He moves to circle my clit with his lips, sucking at it quietly while bringing his fingers back up to push into me, sliding them in more easily than his first effort. I blink, remembering to breath, letting out a soft breathy pant. Being pulled back to what was going on between my legs by the feel of his teeth grazing my clit ever so gently, while his fingers continue to pump in and out of my dampening pussy. 

My whole body trembles, while a shaky moan escapes from my lips before I can stop it. My reactions catch his attention and he looks up at me from my lap, his lips and chin wet and shiny, his fingers still buried in my pussy. Oh what a picture that is to have staring back at you. I give him a wide eyed look back, as he pulled his fingers away from me, inching them out of my pussy. 

He moves to walk on his knees up my body, with his legs pressed to the sides of my body straddling me, finally settling with his legs pressed to my shoulders and his jean covered butt rest on my breasts, a sort of make shift cushioned seat for him.

Looking down at me from his height on his knees above me, he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip his pants in slow movements. Seeing it almost as if it's a dream, I stare as he frees his hard thick cock.  Holding himself in his hand, his cock hovering inches above my face, I start to squirm around, making sounds of protest. Stopping abruptly as he takes his cock and lightly slaps my cheek with it, while he chuckles quietly at my wide eyed surprised expression. He did not just cock slap me... 

Still trying to figure out what was going on; I feel the tip of his cock press against my lips.  Too shocked to do much else I open my mouth slightly, while he moves his cock forward to fit the tip between my wet lips. I suck lightly at the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue over it, while rolling my eyes to look up at him as he towers over me on his knees. Sealing my lips more tightly around the tip of his cock I suck more intently at it while he presses it forward letting it glide between my soft wet lips. I suck so hard my cheeks give in to press against the sides of his cock, while I push my tongue up against the underside trying to swish it back and forth underneath his cock while it pushes into my mouth. Taking him fully into my mouth, pressing my lips at the base of him sealing my lips in a tight "O" to kiss his pelvis where his cock grows from, with it buried deep in my mouth and throat. 

Looking down at me with a soft expression he pets his fingers across my hair, brushing it away from my eyes. He moves, pulling away, sliding his lips out of my wet mouth. It comes out with a pop, bouncing from the tightness of my lips tugging at it, the tips smacks and bumps against my chin for a moment. Making me close my eyes and look to the side a little embarrassed, feeling silly having a cock slap against my face again, this time accidentally. He moves his fingertips to my cheek turning my face to look at him, while he continues to move down my body fitting himself between my legs. 

With his fingertips still held lightly against my cheek he uses his other hand to guide the head of his cock to my soaking pussy lips, petting it up and down the wet lips, teasing me with the thick head, moving it to circle around my clit for a moment. I gasp loudly, letting out a hissing breath as my hips buck forward uncontrollably. He fits the head of his cock against the entrance of my pussy looking at me intently. I stare back at him. What the hell is going on. Taking my silence as consent he pushes himself into me forcefully and quickly. I moan, arching my back, and closing my eyes tightly, as my pussy clenches around and hugs his thick cock. Holding himself deep inside of me for a moment before starting his slow withdraw from my tight wet pussy. Sliding himself out of me until only the tip of his cock is wrapped by my soaking pussy lips. Leaning down he gives me a gentle kiss on the lips, letting me taste my juices from before for a second before he slams into me, not pausing this time only moving in and out, picking up the pace moving faster and faster. I cry out shaking as my head twists from side to side and my body bucks and twitches into his thrusting hips. 

He grips my hips in his hands, using them to pull me even harder onto his pounding cock, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips. My pussy clenches and trembles around him while my hot juices flood onto his cock and against his lap, making wet sounds while he continues to pound into me. I lay back bonelessly against the bed, with a dreamy far off look in my eyes, cooing softly. With a concerned look on his face, he asks "Did you cum honey?" I nod softly as his voice glides over me making my body tremble. I never noticed how sexy he sounds. He asks with painful need, "Where do you want it?"

Understanding, but not quite thinking about it I say in a soft breathy whisper, "I want you inside of me." With that soft consent, his cock slams into my pussy a finally time grinding his hips into me as his dick explodes inside of me, coating the walls of my pussy with his burning cum. 

Holding himself there for just a moment after his orgasm finishes, he pulls himself out, our parts making wet sounds at the separation. He half rolls half flops on to his back, pulling me on to my side against him. I curl up to him, resting my cheek on his shoulder, rubbing it back and forth staring across the room with wide eyes and a distant look. He kisses my forehead gently, wrapping his arm around my shoulders tightly while his other hand rests on his stomach negligently. Oh.



Honey



One

'WANTED. Young student to do small house jobs, start dinner nightly and clean pool weekly for 30-something couple. Negotiable hours and good pay.'

"Oh this is perfect. This is exactly what I have been looking for." said Sash gleefully over the top of the classifieds section.

Melanie finished drawing on her drink and put it down on the table, condensation from the glass dripping from her fingers. She licked her lips and steadied her eyes to where she suspected Sash was on the other side of the newspaper. "Are you sure you don't have some ulterior motive for this? You seem so very excited about the concept of regular employment."

Mrs Audery Franklin stood in a prim manner, stiff through her back, one leg slightly forward and to the side to balance her. Sash found the stance somehow appropriate for a high school teacher.

"My husband and I will be home between six and seven and expect dinner to be ready then. If you want to cook something special then leave a list of what you need and we will buy them for you. You will have a key to the front door and the code for the downstairs alarm only. There will never be a need for you go upstairs. Do you have any questions?"

Although she was talking to Sash she had spent most of the time of the speech gazing over the patio through the large french doors.

"It all seems perfectly set out." Sash almost stammered, feeling a little intimidated.

"One little question though." Sash spoke up. Mrs Franklin raised her eyebrows for her to continue "I was under the impression that I might be doing sort of baby sitting. Are there no children for me to walk home? Or something like that?"

The door slammed and a thick set man in a dark suit walked into the room and gave Audery a heavy kiss on her cheek. She turned her head to meet his lips for a brief smacking kiss. Audery introduced Sash to the man "Sash, this is my husband Joshua."

He slipped around his wife letting a hand slowly trail along her waist and offered his hand to greet Sash. She caught her breath, she forgot to stand to meet him but extended her hand. His grip was strong yet gentle and she felt enveloped in the power of it. Her eyes darted from his hand to his eyes and quickly back again when she couldn't hold his stare. She felt that his dark, sparkling eyes has seen her very core. She felt the skin of his hand then quickly let it go.

"Come outside and I'll tell you about the running of the pool."

Sash sat for a second collecting her thoughts. She had been stunned by the sudden appearance of this majestic man, but she now felt in control much more than she had when it had been just her and Audery in the house. She rose and followed Joshua with a little smile across her face and a spark in her eye.

Two

She had almost been shocked when Audery called her to say that they had accepted her. So for two weeks now Sash had walked over to the house five nights a week, emptied the dishwasher, prepared and cooked a meal and cleaned the kitchen. On the Fridays she fought with the pool's vacuum cleaner, cleaned the filters and added the appropriate chemicals while the meal bubbled in the oven. And five nights a week she had walked home across town in the dusk with a handful of crisp cash.

Joshua called a greeting to Sash from the doorway followed by a complement on the smell of the dinner and a curse on the sweltering weather. He loosened his tie and punched the code to deactivate the alarm upstairs.

Sash hugged up against the door post of the kitchen and asked Joshua if he would like a beer.

Yeah,that would be great. Just leave it out on the patio." he called as he climbed the stairs.

Joshua wandered out on the patio feeling much more comfortable in t-shirt and shorts than his suit. His beer was standing on the seat in a tall thick glass frosted with condensation. Sash was sitting near it engrossed in her study.

"Come out to enjoy the sun, have we?" he asked.

She raised her eyes and stared straight into him "I was wondering if I could go for a swim?"

"Sure. Absolutely." he said taking a long draught of his beer. His whole body relaxed as the cold ran through him.

Sash walked down to the edge of the pool lifting her top off as she descended the stairs from the patio, threw it down and dived bare breasted into the pool.

She reached the other end in a smooth gliding motion, stood in the shallow end and turned to the patio to stare at Joshua.

His back was turned!! She didn't believe it. She had been flirting with this man the whole time. She had smiled deeply at him, given him suggestive glances, brushed his hands when he helped her in the kitchen and even brushing his buttocks as he passed in the hallway.

Then he stood up. An arm snaked around his neck and he stooped to kiss. She was back!! Sash ducked down into the water to cover herself. The couple chatted lightly and then moved inside the house. Sash felt dejected and swam back to the near side of the pool and climbed out. She picked up her top and strode up the stairs proudly, briefly feeling stupid having not brought a towel with her. As she walked up to the french doors they opened and Audery stepped out. Sash's heart double timed but her face gently smiled.

"Good evening Mrs Franklin."

"I thought you would need this." Audery said handing her a towel.

Sash took it graciously and started drying her arms and shoulders.

"If you wish to go swimming again I suggest the you take one of my suits from the box in the laundry."

"Thank you Mrs Franklin. Dinner will be ready to serve in about twenty minutes. I wasn't expecting you home so early."

"No, obviously you were not." Audery muttered as she turned back into the house.

Three

The key slid into the lock and the bolt popped open with a clunk. The door swung open and Sash stepped into the house, dropped her bag, closed the door and locked it.

She was a little late today and she strode to the alarm key pad, quickly turning off the downstairs alarm and jogging on into the kitchen. Lentils tonight. The beans had been soaking on the bench since last night but would still need a lot of boiling to be ready in time for the Franklin's return. She quickly go some water boiling and draining the beans, added them to the water before starting cutting the vegetables.

With the soup simmering there was a good 45 minutes before Sash had to think of starting on the fish. She wandered around the lower floor of the house looking at the ornaments that had been collected. The symbols of the memories of 12 years of marriage and the heritage of their families. Plates, vases, bowls, paintings, sculptures and candle sticks were on every surface of the house.

"Bloody DINKies." Sash muttered to herself, pondering a contorted surrealistic still-life. "No kids to spend their money on, too busy to spend it on themselves. So gild the house with nonsense."

As she wandered through the stair well she stared up at the ceiling high above her. The whole of the upstairs was in darkness, no light came in to indicate to her where doors or windows may be. She couldn't even see the end of the banister.

Sash wondered where the alarm sensors started up the stairs. How far up them could she get without setting off the alarm.

She started to climb, always staring at the ceiling above her as it slowly came more into view, always scanning the walls for the sensors.

There it was - blinking at her with it's red eye,the first sensor. It was aimed away from where she was now but she couldn't get to within six feet of the top of the stairs without triggering it.

She slowly descended the stairs and began to hear a crackling in her ears, she turned her head to the right, away form the wall and it became weaker, but more piercing - almost painful. She turned to the left with her eyes closed and the sound became more clear but harmonious and encouraging. She stepped forward and opened her eyes. The sound abruptly stopped. She was staring directly at a light fixture on the wall. A curling of wood from the wall became two candle sticks holding plastic tubes with flame shaped bulbs in them. This cuteness suited the house in Sash's mind. She turned from the fixture to continue walking down stairs. Aloud crack startled her and her eyes darted back to the fixture. Near the bottom of the left hand candle stick there was a tiny drop of clear fluid. Sash wiped it off, but it wouldn't move. It was hard, it was dry glue. She looked carefully at the side of the candle stick and saw a faint line where the whiteness of the paint did not meet. A fracture line. The candle stick had been broken off at some time and repaired.

Four

Sash continued her descent of the stairs and came to face an ancient dresser. It's dark wood reeked of history and the dented upper surface described not carelessness but centuries of small intermittent accidents. On top there was a round green vase. Quite easily mistaken for kitsch junk until the depth of the paint was observed, it was not just green. It was a swirl of iridescence, with perfect imperfections that gave it a pearl like quality. Streaks of Cambridge blue and bright yellow so pure and so fine they were not really there. Previous coats of paint peaking through later ones at the whim of the artist. And beyond them a storm of purple and navy blue. This was the only item in the house that Sash had any appreciation for.

As she gazed deeply into the tumultuous design of the vase she noticed a streak of fluid on its underside. This was also a drip of glue. She reached out to touch and a spark of electricity leap from the vase to her fingertip. Her hand shot back to her side, from surprise rather than pain.

Sash began to hear a noise. Like the sound of ice warming the second it is brought from a freezer, the grating sound of something stretching its bonds. The sound built and went on as if at any moment something would....

The vase exploded. Small fragments flew in all directions imbedding themselves in the dresser, the walls, Sash's face and eyes. She fell to the floor screaming and bleeding. 

She opened her eyes and was standing before the vase with her finger against the drip of glue and her heart racing.

The following afternoon Sash discussed these discovers with Melanie. "I am beginning to get the distinct feeling something's not right in that house. I think he's violent. Probably beats his wife for fun."

"Ooh, no he beats her because she can't have his kids." Melanie enthusiastically contributed. "Or there were kids but he beat them death."

"Now your just making fun of me." Sash said slumping in her seat.

"You are making this supposition because of one broken vase. Things get knocked over in houses." 

"Yeah, usually by kids. Where are the kids? I had the very clear feeling that he broke that vase while he was angry."

Five

Forget some ingredients for dinner. Walked to supermarket.

Will be back soon. Goulash in the oven will be done at 6:20pm if I'm not back in time. S

Sash strolled along the footpath in the late afternoon. She was becoming much more adventurous with her cooking, mostly for the challenge. As her skills increased, she raised her expectations of herself.

Her flirtations with Joshua Franklin were also becoming more adventurous. She had often packed her slutty little skirt in her bag and changed into it at the house.

Sash had not dreamed of him in a while. His chest solid and strong. Not the pert nippled, pectoral bound heart throb of her age but the solemn dignified furry chest of an older man. His embrace comforting and consoling. His love gentle, patient, experienced and satisfying. She had not had those dreams for some time and Joshua had stopped being a fantasy, he had become a project. A target. A test of her seductive powers, a measure of her fresh womanhood.

Sash creep up to the front door and opened it. The instant she did loud voices spilled out of the house. They were arguing. Sash crept nearly to the doorway to the lounge. Her breath shallow and quiet.

"That was the idea behind this arrangement."

"You can't ignore me like this. I need support, this year is shaping out to be heavier than ever. We have deals that could crush the business if they are not planned properly."

"That's just an excuse, we are not talking about your business commitments." Quipped back Audery.

"I suppose that this was the kind of stuff that made you go and fuck Jack for two months."

Sash caught herself.

"That was four years ago you bastard. How dare you bring that up." Her voice quivering. She started to storm towards the door. 

Sash, panicked and step quickly towards the front door.

"But you still don't regret it! Do you?" Joshua shouted back after her.

"No of course I don't. Why should I?" She said coldly fighting back tears. 

Sash went back and slammed the front door then walked quietly past the door to the lounge and onto the kitchen.

Six

Sash felt dinner had been a success, the Franklin's had not commented as she left before dinner was finished. It was now deep dark night and Sash sat up on the curb at the rise in the road. A position that allowed her an excellent view of the house and exactly which rooms had the lights on. The lights downstairs had been turned off for about ten minutes and now only five windows were illuminated upstairs. The one at the end had been turned on and off three times in the hour and a half that she had been watching and she had summarised that it was the bathroom and of no consequence. Four windows remaining.

The two windows nearest the road went black. But not entirely, there was a hue of illumination defusing up the curtains of a greenish tone. The other two windows went black now too. But there was a similar dull glowing of the curtains washed out towards the top, but this was of a red tone. Then she worked it out. Bedside lamps with coloured lamp shades. That seemed okay. Sash continued to sit, she was in no rush to get home. Then realised - two lights. Two sets of windows. Two rooms. The Franklins were sleeping in separate rooms.

"So what of it?" Asked Melanie a little to loudly for the bus. 

"It means that they are on the road to divorce." Replied Sash imploringly, slightly more conscience of the ears of the other passengers.

"And I suppose that you think that your effects to Mr Whatsit are the reason for this."

"No not at all. They have been probably degenerating for years now. Remember Mr mentioned an affair that Mrs had."

Melanie shrugged. She seemed unimpressed and uninterested.

This infuriated Sash.

Seven

Sash strode quickly into the house, flung down her bag and went down to the alarm key pad to deactivate the downstairs alarm. Her hand froze hovering above the keypad. She steered intently at the panel to be sure of what she saw. Next to printed lettering 'Alarm Zone One' and the pencilled lettering 'Upstairs' there was definitely a dull brown, unilluminated LCD.

She cautiously climbed the stairs staring intently at the sensor eye. It was hard to find as it did not have its glowing red eye watching the stairs. She held her breath and climbed further, frightened of the dark hall that loomed before her. The stairs creaked and Sash winced although there was no one to hear her. She reached the top of the stairs and the eye had not flicked, the alarm had not sounded. She made a little jump to be sure that the eye was not watching. Neither ignoring the eye or turning on the lights made her feel any more comfortable up there.

The hall laid before stretching beyond to a small door at the other end and a smaller window beyond that. On either side lay two doors. The first on the right was closed, Sash slowly turned the handle and stared inside. Illuminated by the dying sun through the windows of the far side of the room were piles of boxes and various pieces of furniture. 'Junk' Sash summarised and she moved on to the other room on the right. There she found home gym equipment, the metal bar skeleton silhouetted against the golden sky. This was also not useful to Sash's purpose. 

The first door on the left was dark, as it was on the opposite side from the setting sun. Sash slowly pushed the door open, it swung silently on well oiled hinges. She crept slowly into the dim light from the hallway and saw the head of a queen bed. She fumbled for the light switch. Just as she was about to flick it she heard a faint gasp. The sound a person makes when they have been found, or when they find something shocking. Sash ignored this and turned on the light.

Eight

Sash searched around the room, still not sure what she was looking for but very sure that she must not pass up this opportunity to find something of interest. The fact that she had to get dinner on was nagging at her conscience but she kept on searching in one more place, one more place. The first room was Mrs Franklin's and Sash was now looking through the wardrobe. She had already perused the drawers of the dresser and the bookshelf in the corner. Sash ran her hands over the extensive collection of blouses and skirts, dresses and coats. Sash looked down at the shoes covering the bottom of the wardrobe and knelt to look at them. Piled up against the back wall of the wardrobe were shoe boxes. Sash picked two of them up and found them empty. She tapped the others with her finger nails all sounding as hollow as the first. Her mind wandered to where she should look next when the last shoe box, right at the bottom, in the corner, resounded a solid thud. Carefully so as to be able to return them, she unpacked the boxes and took out the last one, staring at it like a treasure chest.

First there were the photos. Wild parties with great crowds, photo of Mr and Mrs Franklin standing with, drinking with and hugging various friends. There were also some forgotten family portraits. Most of them were old and some of them were black and white. Then there were the letters, Sash knew that she had no time to read these and she was only half way down the shoe box so she skipped them bringing her to within an inch of the bottom of the box. Here she found an unsealed envelope. it was unmarked and Sash gently pulled the contents out. There were a series of photos and a pile of letters. Most of the photos seemed to have been taken on the same day, in a park with a pale blue sky over head. There were only two people in the photos, Mrs Franklin looking younger and happier than she did now, and another woman. Sash flicked through the letters, most were quick notes and the rest were formal letters. She read a note.

'Sorry I missed you at the cafe. I would have sent flowers with this but we don't want to start and rumours. I hate waiting to see you again. Please meet me for a serupticious coffee (and maybe a bite!) on Thursday, 2pm at Chestnuts.

Love you,

looking forward to fucking you senseless in the near future,

achingly,

Jack.'

Pay dirt thought Sash. This was the information that she was looking for. The rest of the notes went along the same line. 'Sorry I missed you, 'I just dropped by but you weren't in', 'Just wandering what it would feel like to suck you from under your desk while you taught your brats'. All signed in a flourishing hand, Jack. The formal letters were much more thought out and less erotic. They talked about how family members had been and how work was and problems around the house. They too were simply signed Jack, usually annotated with 'missing you deeply' and wishing for one last kiss'. Sash looked up at the address at the top of the letters.

'Jacqueline Evans,

Pohutukawa Drive,

RD4

Papakura.'

Jacqueline!! Jack! Sash quickly picked up one of the photos and turned it over. Written on the back in blue ball point was 'Jack and me - Whenuakiti - 11 January 1997'. Quickly brought back from her daze Sash looked at her watch. 5:20!!! She had been snooping and reading for two hours and she had 40 minutes to have dinner ready.




Honey



The Franklins enjoyed dinner and didn't bat an eyelid at the fact that is was boiled rather than roasted and baked.

That night asleep in his room Joshua walked up the stairs of the house to go to bed. He walked past his wife's room and saw that it was ajar. Stepping closer to the door he heard the soft moanings of love. Pushing the door open he saw a faceless figure above one he knew. Her eyes turned to him and she stared intently at him, Sash Kearney extended a hand and beckoned him.

Nine

Bubbles of steam rose slowly through the sauce as the spoon slowly stirred it. Sash had a deliberate look to her eye, she was cooking but was not really there - this was a front to the churning plans inside her mind.

The door slammed and she turned the gas off and confidently strode out of the kitchen and into the hallway - her face always set directly ahead of her. Her new skirt hugged her buttocks tightly and reflected the hallway scenery in a red polished shine. Her new top came just short of the line of her ribs and did nothing to stop her breasts swaying as she walked straight up to Mr Franklin. He was in the process of emptying his briefcase of unnecessary items when she ran a hand down his arm.

"Oh hello Sash. How was your day?"

She stared deeply at him - almost in a frown.

"How's dinner going? Say that's a nice get-up you're wearing. Are you going somewhere after this?"

Sash rolled the hem of her skirt up an inch, took Joshua by the hand and silently pushed him into a chair in the hall. He gave a confused look and she picked up his left foot and began to untie his shoe lace. He relaxed as she took his shoe and sock off and rubbed his foot. She then ran her hand up his leg to the knee and lent forward whispering "We'll have to be quick."

"Why?" he asked.

"Your wife will be coming home soon."

"Why should that be a matter.." he quietly stammered as she rolled the bottom of her top up to expose the underside of her breasts.

Joshua gave her one more look of being completely baffled when she lent forward again running her hand up his leg to his crotch. There she stopped with a confused look on her face as she felt around. Joshua was most alarmed at this and jumped out of the chair, pushing past Sash. She suddenly grabbed his shoulder, pushed him against the wall and lent against him. She laid her lips against his and probed his mouth with her tongue - but his teeth stayed firmly shut, a scared look in his eyes.

He pushed her off shouting "What are you doing!"

He turned around as if to gather his thoughts and Sash rearranged her top and skirt to their intended positions.

After a moment's thought Joshua suddenly spun around, "My wife!" he cried, "My wife will be home at any moment. What did you think you were doing? I'm married for God's sake. I'm married."

He walked out of the front door as if in a daze and wandered around on the front lawn in one shoe.

Sash waited a moment then returned to the kitchen and finished dinner. There were two meals warm in the oven and Sash had left when Joshua returned to the house. Joshua took these to the table and poured two glasses of wine ready for when his wife returned.

Ten

Sash was singing to herself in the kitchen while she cooked dinner. Audery Franklin had come home early with a student who she was tutoring on the finer aspects of human evolution. Mrs Franklin had introduced her as Maggie Paice. They had been chatting and laughing for an hour and a half now.

Sash finally put the potatoes into the oven and closed he door. The meal will look after itself for the remaining forty minutes until Mr Franklin was expected home. Sash stepped into the lounge and bent down to ask Audery if she could have a swim. Audery seemed delighted by the idea and suggested that they all go for a swim. Maggie cautiously declined and suggested that she just dabble her feet in the water. All three walked out to the patio, Sash walked ahead and pulled her top off and dropped it on the bench before walking all the way down the stairs only in shorts. Maggie froze where she stood when she saw this and averted her eyes nervously. Audery held her shoulder and said "Don't worry about it, she always swims like that. Don't let it get to you."

Audery and Maggie followed Sash down the stairs and Audery walked on to the changing room where her bathing suits were kept. When she came out Sash was swimming back and forth tirelessly like a fish and Maggie was standing uncomfortably beside the pool. Audery dived in and glided to the far end of the pool where she turned and lazily swam back. Maggie felt comfortable now enough to roll her trousers up and drop her feet into the cold water. She watched the sky and the trees gently rolling in the wind, she stared deeply at the garden and slowly lowered her eyes to the surface of the pool. There she saw Sash swimming directly towards her, she slowed, rose up out of the water, raised her hands above her head and dove backwards into the water.

Eleven

Audery preferred to let the water float her and lap at her more than was allowed by Sash's frantic swimming and soon decided that she had had enough. She gently swam to the corner, walked up the stairs and to the shower cubicle next to the changing room. Sash glided to the edge of the pool and in one smooth motion hauled herself out of the pool. She walked confidently but not too fast up to Audery.

"Would you like me to wash your hair Mrs Franklin?"

Audery slowed her pace but remained facing the cubicle.

Sash quickly added some words on hair care to argue her suggestion.

Audery simply turned the water on, walked into the shower and passed the shampoo behind her to Sash. Sash carefully lathered the long hair and was sure to wash Audery's hairline along her fringe, temples and neck, gently massaging the skin beneath. Suds ran down over Audery's waist, hips and legs - gently gliding over her skin. Audery was instructed to rinse and they both stepped into the steaming water and Sash carefully stripped the water through it. The process was repeated but even slower and more deliberately. The lather was thicker and heavier this time and it hung to Audery's hips and brushed against Sash's belly and thighs. Sash's hand ran down the length of Audery's hair and continued on to her lower back. Her hands spread apart and slid around Audery's waist. Audery stood still, the hands ran across her belly and traced the edge of her ribs which stood out as she held in her breath. God she wised she was wearing a two piece so she could feel the soft skin of this young woman against hers. Actually she wished that was as clad as the woman who stood behind her. The fingers ran up her body, along against her arms, up and over her shoulders and slipped under the straps of her suit.

"I thought you were washing my hair." Audery whispered at Sash.

The hands quickly vanished.

"You need to rinse." the voice behind her stammered and Audery dutifully stepped under the stream and pushed the water through her own hair.

"You're done." Came the voice and Audery was left alone in the shower to condition her hair by herself.

As Sash walked out of the shower she felt embarrassed and worried that she had seriously damaged a wonderful situation. About three meters from the entrance to the shower there was puddle of water on the decking. Maggie was no longer by the pool. Sash stood in the cooling evening air as water dripped off her nipples and she thought of the implications of the puddle.

Twelve

Maggie watched her teacher and the maid step into the shower together. She quickly lifted her feet out of the pool and stepped over to where she could see inside the shower, her curiosity overcoming her fear. Both of them had their backs to her and she could see the girl washing Mrs Franklin's hair. She found the situation fascinating and imagined herself being washed, then being the washer and found the sensations of the ideas extraordinary. She watched intently as the girl's back moved as she worked her arms to wash her employer's hair. The girl then stepped closer, she had her arms around the woman.

Maggie gasped and stared more intently.

Suddenly the girl stepped back and whipped her hands away - Maggie quickly scampered up the stairs to the patio and the house.

Joshua Franklin came home to a most wonderful smell wafting form the kitchen. He put down his briefcase and keys and wandered into the lounge. There he found a mass of papers and open books but no people, he wandered out onto the patio and looked down to the pool which rippled and chopped as if someone had been swimming in it only moments before.

Then he saw her - a young woman staring across the decking around the pool so that he saw her profile, one arm across her belly, elbow and wrist at the hip each, her hand holding her waist, her other hand was over the mouth. Her hand then slipped down so that it hovered around her chin and the expression on her face became more astonished.

Having been attracted to so few women in his life he couldn't say exactly what made her standout from the women whom he had walked straight by. Maybe there was something in her profile, the gentle cut of her chin and cheeks, the simultaneously shy and confident way she stood. Maybe it was the expression in her stare, the fascination and excitement.

The girl suddenly turned and started running up the stairs to the patio - he quickly stepped behind the vine entangled trellis and watched as she ran into the house.

That night asleep in his room Joshua walked up the stairs of the house to go to bed. He walked past his wife's room and saw that it was ajar. Stepping closer to the door he heard the soft moanings of love. Pushing the door open he saw a faceless figure above one he knew. Her eyes turned to him and she stared intently at him, Maggie Paice extended a hand and beckoned him.

A fire had ignited inside Maggie's mind. Three nights in a row she had dreamed of Sash in the pool. Her body sliding through the water, her hair wafting around her face and shoulders then clamped against her skull and neck as she rose out of the water. Sheets of water running off her disturbed into white flurries only by the stiffness of her nipples, her breasts rising on her chest as she comes to a stop and then resting against with a ripple running through them. Sash's eyes stared into her. Unlike reality Sash didn't fall back and continue swimming - in Maggie's dreams she stood, and stared. There was fire in her eyes, cold blue fire that made Maggie simultaneously scared and excited.

Each night the dream was slightly different. Sash would rise out of the water closer and closer each time - Maggie still unable to move, held her arms close around herself. Last night Sash's nipples almost brushed Maggie's bare knees as she rose and a shot ran through Maggie's body that made her stomach tighten. Each night the stare from her eyes was deeper and longer, and the fire in her eyes more fierce. This was the fire that burned in Maggie's heart now.

Thirteen

The doorbell had rung faintly and only once.

She opened the door to find him sitting against the wall with his head between his hands. When she touched his shoulder he raised his red blotchy face, streaked with tears.

"What's the matter, Joshua?"

He tried to reply but his blubbering lips failed to respond properly. She took him by this hands and led him inside. After much hot tea and comforting hugging Joshua felt a lot better. "I'm sorry for dropping in on you like this Audery."

"What else are friends for." She replied confidently.

"You know! I have had it with relationships, they are not worth the effort. They are no worth the pain."

"People always feel that way when they are ... rejected." Audery replied hesitantly. "How long were you with him?"

"Eight months." he stated, not a good length, not a bad length. "How are you and Julie?" he inquired.

"Oh. She left a few days ago." she said as if talking about the weather. "Just packed up and walked out one night during dinner. She said that I was repressing her. That I didn't give her what she needed." At the last thought Audery's demeanour started to crumble. Her lip started to wobble. "I didn't even see it coming." she cried "I really thought we were happy."

Joshua stood and walked over to Audery, quick to take his role as the comforter and repay the kindness just shown to him.

"No one is ever really happy. We just pretend to be for a while." he whispered to her.

"Are you serious when you said that you didn't want another relationship?" she asked. He nodded his assurance. "I have a proposition for you then." she said, again steel like and in control of her emotions.

The ceremony was held at a registry office and the party afterwards was fairly small and quiet. Their parents were invited but did not arrive. They were both twenty-five years old.

That night they swore their vows.

I hereby swear that I have completely had it with men and relationships, that I will stand by you, support you and care for you as the best of friends should and to keep this lie secret for all time.

I here by swear to never do your dishes, never iron your shirts, keep this lie forever and love you as a friend forsaking all others as long as we both shall live.

"But you will open my wine bottles?"

"Of course." she said as she leaned over to grab the half empty third bottle.

The door to the house opened and slammed against the wall with a thud. Giggling and laughter filled the empty house. Two figures stumbled toward the stairs. Joshua and Audery had been married for seven years and had been to a barbecue in Audery's principle's garden. The perfect combination of red wine, mussels, candle light and light rain had them intoxicated. Since no one at the party knew their secret, none thought it strange for them to be kissing in the corner.

Joshua stooped to pick Audery up and carried her up three stairs before falling over forwards. Audery grabbed at the wall and pulled at a candle stick shaped light fixture as she fell. It broke under her weight and hung limp from its wires. Audery fell into the stairs and Joshua fell on top of her.

"Will you stay with me tonight my wife?" he slurred to her.

She turned her head and stared at him. Both of their eyes dulled with passion.

"I wouldn't let you be anywhere else, my dearest."

Joshua helped her up and they lead each other up to her room where they stayed and enjoyed themselves in a way neither of them had enjoyed for seven years.

And with the coming of the sun they lay in each others arms and regretted what had happened. They slunk away from each other and never spoke of it again.

Fourteen

I am walking up the stirs in my house to go to bed in my dressing gown and slippers. I pass Audery's room and notice that her door is open. There are noises coming from the room. Moans. Sounds of ... pleasure. I open the door and look in. There is someone on their back writhing and someone under the covers between their legs. It's my wife under the covers. I know it is, I just feel it.

"It is never a man being pleasured in your dreams?" asked the doctor.

No, never. There has never been a man in any of these dreams. That is what is worrying me most. "Are you doubting your sexuality?"

Yes. I feel very uncomfortable with this. "Why does this make you uncomfortable?"

Well, I define myself by it. It was such an important character feature when I was growing up. It was my defiance of the system. My differentiating characteristic.

"And yet you socialised in heterosexual circles and married a woman to give the appearance of heterosexuality. I think that if you are discovering some sort of latent heterosexuality - it is not the problem that you think it is. How do you feel about the possibility?"

I feel confused. I feel scared. I find women intimidating - I couldn't live with one.

But you do live with one. Very comfortably from what you tell me."

Of course I love Audery but that is different. We are like siblings. I've known her forever. I couldn't see her in that light.

"That is not what I was suggesting. You have had female fantasies before. When was the last time you had intercourse Joshua?"

That would be that incident with Audery.

"That was five years ago. So you are celibate."

That was part of the arrangement when we were married.

"That is not a binding promise though Joshua. And remember that Audery has broken that promise already."

Yes she did.

"Do you think that it is possible that you are experiencing sexual frustration. A celibate's resolve can be unsettled by new elements such as this new maid in your house. I would suggest that you discuss the possibilities of more openness and freedom within your marriage. I feel that your wife may not only not mind, but appreciate the change.

Fifteen

The lights flashed their various colours over the club and dance floor.

'How can there be so many lights and yet the room still be so dark'?' thought Joshua and then felt very old for thinking it. It had not been so long ago that he had revelled in the night scene, and at the moment he appreciated the darkness because he was feeling really old. He had no need to he knew, there were plenty of people his age and older on the dance floor. This was not your usual club where they advertised to and welcomed only 18 to 25 years-olds, they were playing songs he knew. This was a safe haven. It had ten meter thick perimeter force field against homophobes - simply because they hated coming near the place.

If she closed her eyes she could see the lights as they momentarily illuminated her eyelids.

She felt excited just being here, the Temple of all that her mother would disapprove of. She walked out into the thick of the throng.

He was tall. Mostly because his hair added another three inches to his height but he still could see over most of the crowd. His face was solid and muscular with severe Nordic profile that was immensely jovial when he laughed. He danced wildly, perhaps a little clumsily but he was obviously enjoying himself and not performing for anyone else's appreciation. As he gazed across the room he noticed Joshua's stare and retuned it intensely.

She was dressed entirely in silver coloured clothes with an excess of steel zips that ran in seemingly illogical directions, her short hair was bright blood red and every strand stood pointing directly away from the nearest ear. She was heavily made up but more for the intention of having fun than being attractive in the conservative sense. Maggie didn't see any of this because she was facing the bar working her way through trying to get an illegal underage drink, her sisters photo ID grasped in hand.

"Can I help you" he asked "You have been staring at me for the last ten minutes."

The heavy Swedish accent that Joshua had been expecting was not there and he was almost shocked by the very normal Kiwi accent. Joshua just stood there, his instant reaction was to deny any affiliation but he didn't want to do that. He struggled to avoid staring at the thick, firm bare arms just in front of him.

The big man leaned forward and spoke into Joshua's ear "Why are you staring at me?" his tone was not threatening, purely curious.

Joshua turned to reply into the big man's ear "My psychiatrist says I need to get a fuck tonight."

His head shot back and displayed an obvious appearance of shock, which quickly melted into a smirk and then a big smile.

"Well that's the most forward pic-up line I've ever heard." he took Joshua's hand and led him off to the bar.

An arm snaked around her waist and clamped her tight. "Would you like to dance?" someone behind her whispered, their lips brushing against her ear.

"I don't know you." Maggie replied.

"It's just a dance."

"I can't even see you."




Honey



"What do looks matter?"

"Why me? You don't know me either."

"Cause you look young and impressionable." the hand released and slipped away. "And like someone with cash, buy me a vodka. I'll be by the pinball machine." and then she was gone. Maggie quickly overcame her fear and was then overcome with excitement. She turned to see a girl in silver with shock red hair walking away towards the pinball machine.

Sixteen

Joshua climbed wearily our of the car the fatigue of the long day hung at his limbs like weights. 'Soon' he thought to himself 'Soon I will be giving the orders and will be drinking gin and tonics in my office.' Little did he know that he would eventually look back of these times with envy. The responsibility and accountability of managerial positions would later wear at his back and ache between his temples, it would make his sleep light and unrewarding. Joshua and Audery had been married for eight years now and the secret they shared had brought them both much fortune. They did not believe that they could have come as far as they had in the prejudiced and suspicious world as 'bachelor' and 'spinster' alone, and even less if they were out.

He walked out onto the patio naked, the cold air lapped at parts of his skin that had not seen sunlight or night air for many years. The dull pool light flickered over his muscular body as he glided and swam across the pool. When he reached the other end he took a deep breath and exhaled all the worries of work. He knew that he truly was not satisfied with his tasks unless they pushed the limits of his capabilities. He liked to be challenged, so that he could rise to the challenge. Feeling more in control of his life again he swam back again to try to keep himself warm.

He wandered up the stairs in a thick fluffy dressing gown. He walked quietly up the stairs not wanting to wake his wife. He paused by her door to look in on her. They kept good care of each other with a friendly love that was neither dulled nor swayed by the passionate event that occurred unsolicited a year ago. He pushed the door open and listened for the slow steady breath of a sleeper. The sound he heard changed his life forever.

"Oaah." the faint moan wafted across the room.

Slowly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness the shape formed. The duvet high and hulking over the figure lying on the bed. The head of the figure turned to him and he knew those eyes, they were not his wife's eyes. Shrouded in light, he knew that the eyes saw him too. The eyes showed no fear. They showed no shame. They narrowed into what could only be a seductive smirk. Then a smile.

A hand extended out to him and a finger beaconed him. The open mouth let forth a long aching moan which she probably could not of repressed but she chose to enhance.

A cry leaked from his own mouth. A whimper of despair.

The duvet was thrown back and Audery knelt naked between those two naked thighs and stared at her husband who stood in the doorway, hand to mouth and wide-eyed with shock.

"Joshua." Audery whispered pleading with him to understand.

With that he ran. He bolted down the stairs. Audery came to the top of the banister and called out to him, begged him to stop. Jacqueline crept out behind Audery and leant against her bare back.

"I didn't think he would mind." she whispered in Audery's ear, completely dumbfounded.

Joshua ran down the stairs, knocking the dresser at the foot of the stairs with his hip. As he ran out the front door, wailing into the night the green vase on top of the dresser tipped and rolled determinedly toward to the edge. It reached the edge and just as persistently plummeted to the ground where it cleaved into three neat pieces and lay broken, shining it's infinitesimal iridescence from the floor.

Joshua sat on the curb half a mile down the road, dejected and perplexed as the wound on his hip where he struck the dresser bled into the thick fluffy dressing gown.

Seventeen

The sun shone through the windows, hardly dampened by the drapes. Two figures lay in the large bed, several condoms lay spent strewn on the floor. The sun's intensity glared off the opposite wall and filled the room with a gleeful light as Joshua woke. He felt gleeful and expected that the bright appearance of the sun was dew to his light and joyous spirit and not to do with the lateness of the day. An eleven o'clock sun is much brighter than a seven o'clock sun. Joshua rolled over and put an arm around the body dozing beside him. 

He leant against the thick flesh to feel the warm skin against his. A delightful contentedness ran through his body like liquor.

Joshua woke again when Karl climbed out of bed. He gazed on the sculpture of perfection, his muscular buttocks flexing as he walked across the room.

"How old are you Karl?" Joshua enquired.

"What does it matter?" Karl replied turning to face him.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter. I jut feel a bit... old. It feels a bit immoral for some reason. I am thirty seven."

"How old do you think I am?" Karl asked with a charming smirk.

Joshua shrugged "Twenty-one?"

Karl laughed a hearty, sincere laugh that rolled throughout the house. "I'm twenty-nine." he said with calm honesty.

"But you're so... pert! Do you workout?"

"Of course I workout." Karl chuckled and walked out of the room.

Maggie lay in the bed snuggled against a shock of blood-red hair. She was amazed at the comforting sensation of having someone to hold through the night. Someone to hold her.

They lay still in their clothes from the night before, they had not engaged in any carnal acts, content to dwell in the sensation of the other's embrace.

There was a knock on the door and the red haired girl rolled over Maggie in a blur of silver and hid down the side of the bed opposite from the door. The door opened and Maggie's mother came in.

"Waky Pumpkin. Your bus leaves in half an hour. I have breakfast waiting for you."

"Yeah, thanks Mum. I'll be just a moment."

Mrs Paice leaned over the bed, took Maggie's chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. "You have been wearing too much make-up, Pumpkin. You have lipstick smeared all over your face. I'll leave my cold cream out in the bathroom for you."

If she had looked for it Mrs Paice would have seen lipstick smeared all over Maggie's neck as well. Mrs Paice left and closed the door. Maggie rolled over and looked down at her secret.

"How am I going to get you out of here?"

"I'll leave after everyone else."

"The doors will be dead bolted. And I can't really trust you in the house alone. I still don't know you."

"That's pretty blunt, but fair enough." the silver girl said as she sat up and strode over to the window with her shoes in hand and looked out. She squeezed Maggie's hand and kissed her on the lips. "I'll see you 'round, Pumpkin." she said and swung her legs out the window and stepped onto the roof of the veranda. Stepping lightly she walked to the edge of the roof and leaped onto the lawn below. A silver flash shining in the early morning sun, the light rippling over her body as she ran over the lawn, through the trees and out onto the road, never looking back.

"Yeah, it was fun." replied Maggie to the disappearing woman whose name she never knew. She never saw her again. If she did, she certainly didn't recognise her.

Eighteen

"Are you sure, Sash?" Audery asked, a pleading sincerity in her eyes. "You have been very useful to us." The low afternoon sun flooded the curtains over the french patio doors casting a dull yet thoroughly illuminating light into the lounge.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Sash replied. "And I have really enjoyed being here too. I will miss you both. But the next four months I am probably going to have to work harder than I ever have before."

"You will end out saying that every year of your life." Audery cautioned with a smile.

"Well I think these exams are worth the effort."

"Everything is worth the effort."

They stood and hugged, the reverent light enshrouding them and igniting their hair together.

At the door Audery and Sash had said very simple good-byes, despite the inevitability that they would probably never see each other again. Sash walked down the path and skipped down the steps to where a young man waited leaning against a lamppost. 'Dim' Audery thought to herself. 'Obviously dim. Very little forehead, tiny eyes. He is thick muscled and well shaped, he also is well sculpted around the face with a charming smile.'

Sash skipped up to the man, took his hand and dragged him off the lamppost. The man gave one short wave to Audery as he walked away beside Sash.

Audery couldn't say whether she approved or disapproved, so she didn't even think it.

The thick shake slid up the inside of the straw reluctantly and heavily. It eventually reached her mouth and slipped inside, filling the expanding cavity until it could hold no more, and then she swallowed. She pursed her lips and the straw popped out of her mouth leaving a drop of strawberry flavoured froth on her lips which was gently yet eagerly lapped up.

"So this is the end of another era in Sash's life is it??" Melanie asked.

"No it is a progression." Sash quickly defended herself. "Well yes it is defiantly a change in my life. But it doesn't symbolise profound alteration in my perceptions of the world or a doubting of my current life goals or anything like that. I just needed more time to study, that's all."

"Okay. You started this job for more money. A sincere motivation that I never believed for a moment. You have suffered a few unnecessary rejections and challenged a few risky situations. But what have you really got out of this venture."

Sash couldn't reply. She didn't even shrug to indicated that she didn't know. She stared out the big window on the side of the shop, the evening light fading from the western sky, the night cold setting itself into the air and the street.

"Sash, was it worth it??"

"Of course it was worth it. Everything we ever do is worth it, worth the effort, worth the pain. Because we are constantly growing up and always learning, and everything that we come in contact with is improving us. We must never regret anything we do but savour it for the memory."



Honey and Jinx



This story was written with Amanda_Marais who died tragically in a car accident recently. She and I decided to write a duo story with one of my Nymphs and her Jinx character. This is dedicated to her memory I have edited it but tried to leave her warm interesting character in it. She was a warm loving young lady and touched many people.

'I love to fuck and men love to fuck me.' The petite blonde sitting cheekily in the seat next to Jinx had just answered her question about how she came to be doing this work. The madam at the escort agency had hand chosen the pretty pair for this job.

'Guys like me coz I look like I might be a virgin and I guess they love the idea that their cock is going to make me into a cock addict. They like the idea that they might be teaching me something and that I enjoy it!'

The breathtakingly pretty blonde was at that age when she would regularly be asked for ID at clubs and pubs, the age when men looked at her and wondered whether she was legal age or not. Little did they know that at 18 Honey as she called herself had had more men than most women in a lifetime. 'Honey' was a good description of her she had that youthful sweetness that comes with the small round pert nubile breasts, slender waist and long silken honey blonde hair that was pulled tightly into 'schoolgirl' pigtails either side of her cute round angelic face. The honey metaphor could be extended to her honeyed ass and long shapely legs that even though she was around 5'4" tall were exquisitely proportioned. Jinx smiled at the pretty little girls comments and glanced at the perilously short pink summer dress she wore that had ridden up to reveal a fragment of white cotton bikini panties with tiny cartoon figures on them. She was playing the 'tarty' little girl thing to the hilt. 

Jinx had some trouble appreciating Honey's reply to her questions. After being in the business for about a year, she had learned the ropes and knew how to be 'a real lady', a well payed high-class prostitute. And this girl just walked in and talked like she was one of the cheapest sluts on the street. 

While this girl sitting next to her was dressed like a cheap whore, Jinx was looking like a diva. A long-dress with an open slit on the side of her leg and high heels, underneath she felt every inch the luscious temptation wearing very expensive lingerie, a gift from one of her many wealthy clients. She wondered to herself where Madame Elaine had found this girl that was sitting next to her. Why for God's sake would she want me, a 26-year old woman, to do business with such a smartass conceited little girl?

The petite blonde smiled as she noticed Jinx looking at her panties. She reached down to pick up a folder from the floor and opened it. The small black folder contained the script for their tryst tonight. The wealth industrialist in his fifties was paying the pair of them more money than they could earn in a week. The script, the overnight bags full of costume clothing and expensive lingerie was all part of the elaborate sexual theatre that they would be feature actors in. What this man liked was young women but he loved to deny himself orgasm for inordinate amounts of time. 

The women would spend an entire night and day with him. The women were to tease him until he was almost tortured by them. He loved to play heavy petting games where a woman would not let him touch her for hours and then slowly worked through touching them and bringing them to orgasm. He loved to watch a woman masturbate and to bring a woman to climax repeatedly while denying himself. He loved them dressed in revealing sexy outfits. This was the first time he had requested an ménage à trois. He could afford it he was very, very wealthy. Honey flicked through the brief and read out important bits to Amanda as they sped through the countryside to his property.

'Last time I did it with this guy he managed to not touch me for almost four hours and then when I was so slippery and hot that I couldn't stand it anymore he fucked like a marathon man. He's not a little guy either he's big everywhere if you know what I mean. But then most men are big for me!' She giggled and patted her exposed panties.

Honey kept blabbering on and on while Amanda was driving her BMW towards their client's property. She was getting increasingly annoyed with her arrogance and cheap slutty statements at that moment she could have just stopped and kick her out off the car. But she knew it would be best for both of them, to stay calm. After all, Honey was new at Madame Elaine's business and Jinx couldn't afford to get a bad reputation either. Besides it seemed Honey had snared this generous new client to the agency and knew his tastes. Jinx wondered at the values of a man who would find this cheap little tart attractive. Still men did like the idea of young women and despite her vulgar manner Jinx had to admit that Honey was extremely good looking. Perhaps that was what annoyed her most. Sexiness to Jinx was about how a woman acted, how she used her body and her actions to entice a man to love her with passion and desire. Honey was just a pretty girl who without any effort at all could make men want her. Jinx had to admit there would be few men who would not ache with desire for her. Jinx wished she could show a little more restraint it was hard to compete with raw sexuality. She reminded herself that it wasn't a competition anyway and that she would win any seduction race. Men loved Jinx and she loved to draw them into her erotic world.

The road was long and Jinx turned on the radio, hoping that Honey would stop talking about all her past experiences. Jinx had never seen this client before so she was curious what this guy saw in a girl like Honey? Well it didn't matter as long as he paid what he promised. For that amount of money, Jinx would take Honey with her anytime.

After an hour of driving they arrived at the property. The car stopped in front of the gate. Honey jumped out and walked to the gate and rang the bell. Jinx could see that she said something in the microphone. A few seconds later the gate opened slowly and for a moment Jinx thought momentarily about driving on and leaving the annoying little teenager to walk towards the mansion, but she managed to control her devilish thoughts and waited until she was back in the car. It was a long driveway with ancient Oak trees planted along either side. This was old money or at least had been once. 

Jinx parked her car and both got out and walked to the front door.

"You go first, you know the guy." Jinx smiled.

Honey raised her eyebrow and rang the doorbell. The door opened and they were greeted by a butler who caste sleazy sideways glances at both of them and led them down a long hallway and up a marble staircase to their rooms. The house was enormous. The girls were led to adjoining rooms each with large walk-in robes, ensuite bathrooms and huge kings sized four-poster beds. The rooms each had ceiling mirrors and one wall of mirrors which experience told them they were two way perhaps used to view the occupants. Each room had multiple surveillance cameras as well. The butler brought up their overnight bags that contained their costumes for the evening.

'The master will see you both for dinner at eight so you have a few hours to prepare.'

The dryness of his voice and the oiliness of his manner suggested a mixture of snobbery and the anticipation of someone about to realise a fantasy in secret.

Even Honey found him a little disturbing as she grimaced with a forced smiled and politely thanked him to hurry his departure. He licked his lips and slowly ran his eyes over each of them from toe to head pausing lecherously at their exposed flesh and smiling crookedly as he turned and left them.

Honey pointed at the mirrors and the camera lenses. 

'The show begins right now. He likes to watch. I bet that old sleaze of a butler has a monitor in his room too! Anyway I guess you know what to do? Take a nice long bath and make a show of it and dress as the script suggests. You'll be the sophisticated unobtainable beauty and I'll be the slutty schoolgirl. Now that shouldn't be too hard for either of us should it?'

With that comment Jinx realised that Honey had been playing the slutty schoolgirl all the way here. Honey's voice had changed when she spoke. She had dropped the annoying whiny teen sound. Maybe there was more to this girl than was first apparent. Anyway it would be interesting to see how well she performed with the client. Honey had been with this guy before and she must know what he liked and the fee they would get for this was a new dimension of earning for Jinx. They both turned and entered their respective bedrooms.

Jinx walked into the huge bedroom, looking around. There were mirrors everywhere, on the ceiling and against the walls. In the middle of the room was a huge bed. Her suitcase was lying on the bed. They still had while till they were expected for dinner. Jinx was in need of a shower, being watched or not, she didn't care. She walked into the bathroom and noticed a big bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. The bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom. On the other end of the bathroom was a huge glass wall. On the other side of the wall was a showerhead. Obviously it was some kind of shower, specially made for voyeuristic people. Jinx didn't doubt there were cameras in here too. 

She slowly took off her clothes and walked behind the glass wall, turned on the water and took a shower. Her hands roamed over her body till she reached her vagina. She stroked her skin and noticed she needed a shave as pubes were covering her vagina. Quickly she ran wet and naked to the bedroom to grab a razor. When she returned, she stood underneath the hot stream of water and started shave her pussy to remove every single spot of hair. For a moment she raised her head and almost cut her pussy when she noticed the butler standing on the other side of the glass wall. 

"Do you need any help with that Miss?" He smiled.

Jinx had finished shaving anyway and told the butler that she didn't need any help anymore, but that she did need somebody to check if she had shaven it well enough. She turned off the water and stepped out behind the glass wall towards the butler who was already grinning.

She was inches away from him as he lowered his hand and moved it upwards between her legs. He cupped her vagina and let his fingers roam all over her red swollen lips. For a moment he let a finger slide up between her fresh shaven pussy lips. His finger touched her clit, making Jinx moan for a second. She slapped his hand.

"I said I need somebody to check, not to please!" Jinx grinned. "I think you can go now."

Disappointed the butler left the bathroom. Jinx made her way back into the bedroom after she dried her body off. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a long black evening dress. It was pretty and made of a very expensive fabric. It had a long slit along her leg and an open back. The dress highlighted her sumptuous breasts pressing them into a feast of exposed flesh and a delectable cleavage she wasn't wearing a bra. She slipped on the diamond studded silk thong making a show of it for the voyeurs behind the mirrors smoothing the diamond studs across her freshly shaved pussy then covering it quickly with her dress putting on her high heels. She loved the feeling of the fine fabric against her naked body. The tight fabric that fitted her like a second skin emphasised her delicious curves, she was a goddess and men worshipped at her sweet sex alter. She loved the sway that hi heels brought to her walk and the look of her shapely legs slipping seductively between the slits in the gown. She applied her make up meticulously and subtly to draw attention to her full lips and gorgeous eyes then thumbed casually through a magazine until the butler returned to her for the diner. 

Honey knew full well she had an audience when she entered the room and made a show of bending over to pick up her suitcase so that her sweet white cotton print panties and pert little ass flashed clearly as her hem slid up. She giggled knowingly and slid the shoestring straps from her dress off her shoulder. Then reached behind and unzipped the light cotton summer dress and lets it slip to the floor. Beneath the dress she wore a sweet matching bra and panty in cotton with pink cartoon characters on them. The bra was tiny and plunged low cupping her firm round nubile breasts tightly. The barest trace of nipple could be seen pressing and outline in the thin cotton cups. Her string bikini panties sat deliciously on her curvaceous hips. She sashayed in front of the mirrors and camera lenses for a few minutes so the viewers could take in the youthful sweetness of her delectable budding body and the sexy presumption of innocence that was projected by the brief teen cotton underwear. There was something forbidden about her and at the same time her luscious body looked as if it had outgrown the underwear alongside its forbidden youthfulness and replaced it with a lusty invitation. 

Honey knew how much they enjoyed her body and prolonged the experience for as long as possible before she reached behind and unsnapped her bra and peeled it off, She almost felt the gasps of pleasure as her firm round breasts bounced free. She cupped her left tit and leaned her head forward to kiss the nipple. She tweaked each nipple until they firmed and the hardness of them became the focus of the viewer's world. She smiled cheekily and toyed with each breast and then slid her right hand onto the front of her panties. 

Honey knew how much the client liked to watch her cum. Her fingertips caressed the outline of her pussy lips through the sheer cotton and she shivered excitedly and made a show of smiling seductively towards each mirror and camera lens. Her fingertips found her clit and within a few moments she began to shiver and moan. She slid her panties aside and caressed herself directly until her shivers and moans erupted in a tide of wetness and she began to cum. Her cries increased and she fell backwards on the bed as she writhed in pleasure. She rolled onto her hands and knees and inserted a finger into her tight hole and came as she wiggled one finger inside herself and slapped her clit with the thrusts of her hand. Her small round tits hung like perfect mangoes as she gyrated on the bed in pleasure rolling onto her back and slapping her pussy wildly with her hands. She screamed and moaned continuously until the climax finally subsided. 

Honey jumped off the bed and wiggled off her wet little panties so that the viewers could see her perfect little ass and shaved pussy. She smiled as she felt the trickle of wetness run down her inner thigh and walked towards the bathroom. She would soak in a deep warm bath for an hour and rest before the big session she knew lay ahead.

When Honey eventually re entered the bedroom she had bathed and reapplied her make up and put on a sweet white silk robe that barely covered her ass and she tied tightly across her sumptuous tits. She opened the suitcase and took out the costume she would wear. It was a cliché perhaps to dress as a schoolgirl, but the client had had these costumes made by a fine dressmaker. It was tailored to fit exquisitely to her body in such a way that it revealed and teased. So that it was just a little undersized so her bursting curves could overflow seductively into the spaces in tides of delicious flesh and succulent underwear. It was a plain blue-checked summer school uniform. Dangerously short and with stockings and suspenders showing the stocking tops with any slight bend or reach. The bodice fitted her slender waist and hugged her curvaceous hips and ass. The buttoned top let her plentiful little breasts overflow into the space and strain at the button that would open easily when touched. The plain white silk panties and bra were soft and shiny with lines that highlighted the curves they contained. The bra cupping a treasure of cleavage and the panties tightly outlining the divine curves of her nubile body like a second skin.

Honey put on the plain black leather school shoes and adjusted her stockings and suspender. She finished with a soft pink lips gloss, eyed herself in the mirrors and left the room for the dining room. 

Richard was a sophisticated man in his early fifties. He was fit and toned from working out with his personal trainer. Well over six feet tall with a good mop of dark hair greying with the distinguished look that make men with hair age with appeal. He had made his money on the stock market and never really had time for steady relationships, preferring to enjoy his wealth by indulging his sexual pleasures with high-class escorts and call girls. All in all it was cheaper than a wife in the long term and infinitely more satisfying he reasoned. Honey had become his latest obsession. He was intoxicated by her youthful energy and unbelievable sexual prowess. He found himself dreaming about her and the taste and scent of her filled his thoughts as much as the memory of her luscious body filled his pants. She had driven him out of his mind with desire last time and now he was going to have her and this other exquisite creature. He liked the idea of fucking sisters. It may have surprised or perhaps alarmed Jinx that she had been chosen because she looked most like she might be Honey's older sister. Richard had poured over the photos of the escorts offered until he selected Jinx.

He waited patiently in the dining room for the women to arrive his thoughts filled with images of watching them dress, undress and bathe. Honey was first to arrive and smiled cheekily as she sat down opposite him at the large table. He took in her almost toon like visage, her luscious body painted with this blue checked school uniform her delightful body straining at the seams like the slutty schoolgirl she had been asked to play. She was the kind of girl whose whole manner said 'fuck me'. The hunger for her was stirring in his pants. She knew what she did to him and knew how much he loved to deny himself pleasure. His hunger was sated by the arrival of the beautiful Jinx, dressed as exquisitely as he remembered. Her makeup refined and subtly highlighting her pretty face and beautiful hair. The lines of her dress holding her body in the goddess pose he adored.

The butler led Jinx into the dining room where Richard and Honey were already waiting for her. She walked with an elegant pace, her as swinging from left to right as she walked towards the dinner table. From the moment she entered the room, Richard's eyes were focussed on Jinx. She took place at the table and greeted the other two with a smile.

During dinner, Richard could not keep his eyes off Jinx and Honey. During soup, they talked about all kinds of things. But during the main course, the fun began. Richard laid his hand on Jinx's thigh, caressing her slowly. His hand moved up and down on her thigh, moving up more and more each time his hand moved upwards. Jinx noticed that this was making Honey jealous. Honey was getting jealous because she should be Richard's favourite girl. Why did he hit on Jinx first?

Richard slid his hand downward and pushed his hand between her legs, almost forcing Jinx to open up her legs. Jinx uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs for him. With the motion of parting her legs, her long dress fell open, revealing one of her long legs. Richard's fingers caressed the inside of her thighs while they all kept eating. 

The butler cleaned the table and was about the bring dessert. Honey kept trying to get Richard's attention but every teasing flirting trick she pulled out off her closet didn't seem to work. He seemed to be under Jinx's magic spell. They flirted on and on while his hand kept rubbed the inside of her thigh. Jinx decided that she could take it a step forward and bend forward, bringing her lips only inches away from his.




Honey and Jinx



Richard got the hint and closed his eyes, pressed his lips to Jinx's urgently. They started kissing, Jinx parting her lips, letting Richard's tongue slip into her mouth. The tip of his tongue touched hers and they both started to flick their tongues around and round. In the meantime the butler brought dessert but Jinx and Richard didn't seem to care as they kept going on kissing. 

Dinner was formal and presented many opportunities for both women to flirt with their companion punctuated briefly by the butlers delivery of each course and his lascivious looks at both girls. He was almost shaking with desire when he entered the room with desert to find Jinx kissing Richard while Honey sat with her legs crossed and her skirt falling open, her luscious legs presenting a delicious display of nubile flesh. Richard and Jinx had begun kissing even before the desert and they acted like long lost lovers. Honey flirted and made a show of revealing her stocking tops and cleavage but Jinx had managed to draw Richard to her succulent lips and their kisses became longer and more intense.

Jinx and Richard kept kissing while his hand moved upwards, touching her thong. He tried to slip his hand into his thong but at that moment his fingers disappeared into her thong she clenched her legs together, making him pull his hand back out.

"Not yet sweetie." Jinx smiled.

"Oh I love it when a woman plays hard to get." Richard smiled back.

Jinx stood up from her chair and took place on top of Richard, sitting on his lap and facing him. She laid her arms around his shoulders and started kissing him again. This time Jinx took control and moved her lips towards his neck, stroking the tip of her tongue from his chin towards his ears. Richard tilted his head backwards a little as she took his earlobe between her lips and gently nibbled on it. 

Her warm breath was blowing gently against his ear as she kept sucking and nibbling on his earlobe while her hands roamed over his body. She released his earlobe and sucked and licked his neck, moving forward to his chin and back upwards to kiss his lips again. Jinx took his lip between her teeth and gently tugged on his lip, almost biting on it.

Richard couldn't take it anymore and lifted Jinx up as he stood up, placing Jinx on the table. Luckily the butler had cleared the table or she would be sitting on the dessert. When Jinx was sitting on the table, Richard sat back down on his chair and moved his chair forward a little until he was sitting between her parted legs. 

"Enough with playing hard to get." He grinned.

Richard laid his hands on the inside of her thighs and made her part them even wider. With one hand he pulled her thong aside and with his other hand he started to caress her fresh shaven pussy. It felt as smooth as skin because she had shaved it only an hour ago. Richard rolled his thumb over her clitoris, making Jinx moan softly. 

He smiled and enjoyed the fact that he was making her moan. He flicked his thumb a few more times over her clitoris, causing Jinx to wriggle on the table. She was getting moist when Richard let his index finger slide between her pussy lips, covering his finger with her juice. Slowly he slid one of his moist fingers into her cunt while Honey shifted on her seat, watching them.

With soft gentle strokes Richard started sliding his finger in and out of Jinx her wet pussy. Quickly he increased the tension by slipping a second finger inside her. His fingers started pumping that pussy faster and harder, her ass wriggling on the table. Suddenly Jinx grabbed his hand and made him stop.

"Lets continue this in my bedroom sweetie, where we are more comfortable?" Jinx grinned at Richard.

"Mmmmmm I would love to." He smiled. "Why don't you go ahead and I'll come in a few minutes. In the meantime, put on something sexy for me."

Jinx slid off the table and kissed Richard on his lips and headed for the bedroom to prepare herself for some hot passionate sex.

'Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight Dicky?' She cooed seductively. Honey stood and walked towards Richard. The huge erection that lay in his pants bursting at the seams from his extreme petting with Jinx stirred as she walked toward him. She sat on his lap and he felt her warm ass crush his throbbing cock as she put her arms around him and kissed him. He felt an electric tingle and the taste and scent of her reawaken his obsession with her. The kiss never ended it breathed slowly and slid wetly together. Her tongue teasing his mouth her succulent lips sending shivers through him as their unbroken kiss and hot ass wiggling on his lap drove him to move his hands to her supple breasts. He felt her firm mounds through the cotton dress and held the breasts for long enough to feel her nipple harden beneath his touch.

" I said a goodnight kiss, not a feel of my tits you dirty old man!'

She pushed his hand away and kissed him again. This time more wantonly, more invitingly. It was almost half an hour of kissing until she broke from his lips and stood up from his lap. She unbuttoned one of her tunic buttons and looked at him with a sexy smile on her face.

'Do you want to touch Honey's little boobies?'

He nodded automatically and she took his hand and helped him slide it inside her dress and bra so he could cup the warm firm breast beneath. She kissed him as he fondled her and her excitement rose.

'Does Dicky want to touch honeys hot little pussy?' The invitation led him to slide his hand beneath her short hem and feel her divine ass cheeks clad in white silk. He loved to masturbate her through her panties. He loved to hear Honey cum. He loved to feel the wetness soak through her panties and see the trickles that ran down her thighs. He loved how she moaned continuously rising in intensity until her screams filled the room. He adored the first clitoral orgasm and when his fingers invaded her tight hot pussy and found her G spot he revelled in the screams of delight Honey uttered.

His fingers lanced into her hot tight cunt slapping at her clit. Their kisses grew progressively more excited and Honey came continuously and flooded her panties with her excitement.

In the meantime Jinx arrived in her bedroom and got naked. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a green silk bra with matching thong and a pair of green thigh high stockings. After she put the lingerie on, she put her high heels back on and laid on the bed, waiting for Richard.

Minute after minute passed by, but Richard seemed to be taken forever. Jinx was getting nervous and decided to go and take a look where he was. In her lingerie she went back to the dining room and saw how Honey was all over Richard.

"Hey! Its not nice to let a lady like me wait sweetie." She said to Richard.

"I am sorry Jinx, why don't you join us." He smiled.

Honey stood as Jinx approached her and began to unbutton her top to reveal the sweet white silk bra beneath. She peeled Honeys school dress to the floor and helped her remove each stocking then unsnaps her bra leaving Honey dressed only in the sopping wet panties, her delicious figure made Richard tremble with passion. Jinx kissed Richard once more while Honey knelt before them. Jinx unzipped Richards fly and slid out his substantial cock. The flesh beneath her grasp throbbed uncontrollably. Pre cum was evident on the tip and her expert hands slide over his shaft. He was conscious only of her lips against his and the ecstasy of her fingers over his cock then he felt Honeys lips suckling the tip while Jinx's hands stroked him her fingernails caressing his balls tenderly.

Jinx broke her kiss and slid to her knees to join Honey sliding their moist tongues either side of his shaft which throbbed constantly and was distorted with swelling. They each covered his cock in millions of tiny kisses, wild tonguing and eager fingers until he felt his orgasm rising in him deep in his over full balls. Just as he feels the ejaculation about to erupt Honey pinches his cock tip expertly- Masters and Johnson premature ejaculation technique preventing his sticky ejaculation, Honey was able to capture and greedily consume the tiny pearl of his pleasure.

'I think we should go upstairs and fuck don't you sister?' said Honey.

'On the contrary Honey I think he needs to eat some pussy and make us cum before I'll let him near either of us. He has to earn his pussy and make us both cum.'

Honey giggled and the three moved up the stairs to Jinx's bedroom. Richard kissed them both alternately and fondled them excitedly. Jinx lay on the bed and Richard watched as she removed each stocking and almost salivated at the sight of her satin panties damp with expectation. He broke from kissing Honey and kissed her gusset inhaling her scent and pressing his lips against hers. In the background he could hear Honey touching herself. She had slid her fingers inside the silk panties and begun masturbating herself, panting sexily. As he massaged Jinx's clit with his lips and felt her whimper sexily in pleasure.

Jinx writhed on the bed sexily as Richard's lips touched her sweet pussy through the satin thong. His tongue absorbed the wetness of her excitement while his nose inhaled her exotic fragrance. He pressed his lips against her moistening panties and kissed her pussy lips as he had her mouth pressing the tight diaphanous fabric against his lips and feeling the labia part beneath the pressure of his ardour. She shivered and moaned sweetly.

"Suck my hot pussy make me cum!'

Next to them they could hear Honey moaning softly as she orgasmed and then joined Jinx rubbing Richards hair and teasing him. Richard elicited several gasps and moans from Jinx as she lay beneath his insistent mouth then he pulled her thong aside and inserted two finger into her hot snatch and sucked her clit expertly. She arched her back and began panting breathlessly as the pleasure rose from her clit and the shiver of first orgasm began to seize her body. His finger pumped in her pussy which squirted her sweet juices generously indicating the level of her pleasure and the closeness to climax. Richard stopped sucking her clit and let his tongue flicker against it randomly, which drove jinx to scream and beg him to suck her erect clit more. He ignored her pleas and when she was on the edge of frustration he lapped her pussy like a kitten with milk until she exploded gloriously arching her back and pushing his head hard against her dripping pussy. The orgasms kept coming as Richard's wonderful tongue slid over her and his fingers rammed at her aching pussy. Jinx was hungry for his cock.

Honey had cum repeatedly watching Jinx being licked by Richard and as jinx's orgasm subsided she positioned herself next to Jinx and spread her legs so that Richard could begin his magic with her.

'My turn Dicky!'

She cooed sexily. Richard wasted no time and attacked her slippery over ready pussy sucking in the wetness through her sopping panties and inhaling the exquisite scent of her. He felt the familiar tingle of her juices flow through him and the strength move to his burgeoning cock. Eating her and tasting her sweet intoxicating juices made him feel like he could fuck for hours. He slid her panties aside and lanced his finger first into her hot tight little cunt then into her even tighter asshole lubricated by her abundant wetness. He suckled her clit and flickered his tongue across it and she shivered and moaned in delight.

" OOOOOH God Dicky I want you inside me! Do me now Mmmmmm that's so good so nice!' 

She erupted in an orgasm that gripped her body like a seizure and came wildly her hot pussy gushing as he suckled her clit and alternated between fingering each of her luscious holes. His cock throbbed with desire he wanted her so badly. He wanted them both badly he ached for them ached to be inside them. Honey recovered from her orgasm and leapt off the bed and surprised Jinx by kissing her. Honey fondled Jinx's breasts through the sexy lingerie and caressed her panties. She led them both to the bed and they nestled together in 69 positions and Honey began lapping at Jinx's pussy eagerly whilst thrusting her own panty-clad wetness at Jinx's face. Jinx exploded effortlessly and was shivering with desire as Honeys wet pussy dripped into her waiting mouth. She too felt the tingle of her ample juices and the surge of sexual strength that accompanied it she felt drawn to Honey's juices and could not get enough of them and they both writhed and sucked each other to countless orgasms while Richard watched with a giant erection. 

The pair lay on the bed with Jinx on top her fine ass presented with adequate access for Richard. 

Between mouthfuls of Jinx's cum Honeys squealed out.

'Fuck my sister she needs your hot hard cock."

Richard saw the opportunity and came up behind Jinx and slid his cock head around her luscious lips.

Jinx crouched in doggy position. She knew men loved her beautiful buns. Honey slid her head between her legs and began kissing Jinx's pussy tenderly. Richard came up behind her his balls bypassing Honey's breasts to enter the super slick Jinx from behind. His large cock was what she had been waiting for. Not only was she getting paid a fortune for this but this man was a good lover and his cock looked like it could truly satisfy her longing to be fucked hard and long. His cock touched the wetness that trickled between the cracks of her ass cheeks and pressed against her slick opening pushing past it and inside her easily. Filling her. She pushed back against his long thick shaft and felt the tingling sensation of satisfaction and simultaneous need. His cock was big and hard and she had wanted it for hours and now it was inside her and it felt good but now she wanted to be fucked into frenzy. 

As these thoughts filled Jinx's mind she was conscious of Honey suckling her clit voraciously and the tingling and breathlessness that was associated with the stimulation gripped her so that her pussy clamped down on Richard's motionless cock deep inside her. Richard enjoyed the feeling of being enclosed by her and held his cock deep inside her as her pussy walls clamped around it and he felt her erupt into orgasm, shooting her juices around his cock. Honey held his balls in her tiny hands and grazed them with her long fingernails as she continued to suck Jinx.

As the first wave of orgasm took Jinx Richard began to move his cock in and out of her hot aching pussy. He slid it almost out and then rammed deeply, slowly he kept up a pace that had her orgasms continue for some time. Cum drizzled down her thighs. He increased his tempo as her pleasure became hysterical and the room filled with her screams and moans as he rammed her hard and fast and Honey sucked at her clit until she was a writhing, vibrating mass of pleasure conscious of only slight breaks between orgasms. 

They fucked for hours shifting position until Jinx was exhausted from orgasm and her throat raw from screaming. They were all surprised that Richard had not yet cum. The girls lay him on the bed he was exhausted from fucking Jinx's hot tight hole and bringing her to countless orgasms. They cuddled him one either side or he fondled them and alternated kisses and fondling of their breasts and silken skin. Luxuriating in their firm supple curves. Honey got up as he kissed Jinx longingly and grabbed his thick tortured cock. She straddled him and guided it towards her own hot tight wetness. He kissed Jinx more urgently and fondled her breasts. Honey slid his cock past her tight folds and drizzled her ample wetness down his shaft. She was unbelievably tight and as his shaft slid deep inside her he shuddered with lust and pleasure.

She rode him slowly at first but as her pussy began to appreciate his girth her pace increased until she was pounding him shivering and screaming wildly. Cumming repeatedly her hot wet cunt pulsing around his throbbing cock. Jinx had been masturbated by him and joined in their pleasure. She too leapt off the bed and straddled his face so that he could continue his expert mouth work on her. Before long both girls were writhing and screaming wildly cumming drizzling their wetness over him. They exchanged positions few times and his cock burrowed into both hot cunts bringing them to orgasm repeatedly and with gale force intensity.

Finally at Honey's insistence the two girls clutched each other so that their hot asses were presented for him. Honey pressed her crotch against Jinx's ass and fondled her breasts from behind whilst Richard inserted his cock in their hot pussy' alternation between the two sliding and slamming into one until she screamed then fucking the other. As the pace and intensity picked up he slid his cock into their asses as well. His moans became continuous, his cock swollen and distorted he was on the edge of cumming. 

As Jinx screamed in orgasm she felt his cock leave her and enter Honeys tight ass as she too erupted in orgasm he pulled from her and slid it deep into her pussy. He stiffened as if gripped by a seizure and uttered a long low moan. Honey shook like a vibrator as he began to ejaculate in her. She was touching Jinx's pussy and masturbating her when it was as if the whole scene had gone into slow motion. Orgasms gripped all three and Honey seemed to be sucking Richards' cock dry as it pulsed and shot copious quantities of cum into her. 

The orgasms flowed over them in waves of exquisite joy, they shivered and moaned repeatedly with each wave giving way to a sensual afterglow, followed by another more intense feeling of pleasure. They lay motionless vibrating with pleasure glowing with sated lust until they drifted into unconsciousness. A half-sleep, half-trance where all they were conscious of was pleasure and the proximity of their warm bodies. The scent of their lovemaking filled their nostrils the taste filled their lips with passion. Two exquisite bodies wrapped around the aging millionaire who drank in their beauty and lust with every breath.



Honey Awoke Horny



Honey awoke horny. Conscious, but comfortable she lay in her warm nest of soft bed, warm covers and feather pillows. She watched dust specks drift lazily through the sunbeams coming in the skylight. Her boyfriend's long lean body was hot against her back. Her attic apartment was filled with cool crisp autumn air. Left the window open, she thought.

The timer on the automatic coffee maker clicked on. She could hear it beginning to run. It must be ten o'clock; still early for a couple of night's children like Honey and Mike. They'd gone dancing last night. Honey was still on the dance floor at Neo when the garish naked light bulbs flashed on blinding everyone and telling them it was 4 am and time to go home. Honey smiled sleepily as memories from last night flitted through her head, but her mind was really focused on the feeling between her thighs. She felt empty and aching. She slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy. Mmmmmm. Yes, she was wet. Mmmmmm, that feels good.

Her boyfriend, Mike's, hand lay wrapped around her belly. She moved it up to her breast. Still asleep, he gripped it and pulled her close. His cock, stiff with his morning hard on, pressed into her butt. His hot breath tickled the hair on the back of her neck like ghostly kisses, almost felt, but not quite.

Her fingers rubbed her clit and her body shivered. It wanted more. She arched her back and pushed her ass against Mike. He thrust blindly at her – a pig looking for truffles. She reached her hand back and angled his cock to slip between her legs. At the touch of her hand, he stirred and thrust again. The head of his cock slid along the slippery opening of her pussy. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh." Honey liked the feel of that, but she needed more. Much more. Coffee aroma wafted through the apartment as Honey leaned her body forward, arched her ass back, and slipped her pussy over Mike's cock. Oh God, Yes! She thought. Mike's breast-gripping hand pulled her back against him and he thrust into her. He muttered incoherently. He was beginning to wake up. 

Her hand went back to her clit while at the same time her strong pussy muscles gripped his cock tightly aaaannnnndddd... let go. Squeezed it again aaaaannnnnnddddd.... let go. Squeezed it again aaaaannnnnnddddd... let go. Squeezed it again aaannnddd...gasped as Mike shoved his cock hard into her pussy. Awake now, Mike thrust his cock deeper into her pussy. He bit her neck, mauled her breast and slowly pulled out and pushed into her again. He pulled out and in again. Out and in again. He was keeping a slow dreamy pace and was driving her mad. She twitched her hips asking him to go faster. He wouldn't. Slow and dreamy. Slow and dreamy. She wanted it. She needed it. Slow; dreamy. Want; need. Slow; dreamy. Want; need. He caressed her belly, her hip, her breasts, her throat. He kissed her ear, her neck, her back. Light feathery kisses that aroused longing instead of quenching it. 

His tempo changed without warning. Hard and deep. Strong and powerful. She let out a little yelp as he pulled her tighter and thrust deeper. Now his fingers pulled and twisted her nipples. His teeth nibbled the sweet spot of her neck. Strong and deep; strong and deep. All she could do was moan in thankful response. He rolled her forward. She quickly pushed the pillows out of her way. He pulled her hips into the air so she was on her knees. Her face was pressed into the mattress. He speeded up. Fast and faster; deep and deeper; driving her shoulders and face into the bed. 

"Yes, oh Yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck me good!" Honey was yelling. "Fucking fill me up with your cock. Fuckin' fill me!"

Harder and harder; fast and faster; deep and deeper. Honey kept shouting, "Fuck me! Yes. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard!"

Mike shifted up onto his feet and began to jackrabbit fuck her. Lightening fast, impossibly deep pounding. Harder and harder and harder and Harder! He pounded into her relentlessly. Her cries became incoherent babbling. Honey's whole body was trembling. She was going to cum. Her body was building up to a soul shattering orgasm. She felt Mike's cock swell. He drove into her with a savage cry and exploded into her quivering pussy. Honey's orgasm burst over her like a hurricane. Drenching her, Mike and the sheets. Her knees gave out and her body sank into the bed. She lay there sprawled out waiting for the world to come back into focus. Her body still trembling. 

Crack! Mike slapped her ass. "First one up gets coffee." Laughing he curled back under the covers.

"You ass." She said and laughed as she rolled out of bed and grabbed her robe.



Honey B



Adam Spicer was sitting on his deck with his morning coffee, watching the sun rise, when a flash like the reflection off of a mirror caught his eye. There shouldn't be anything down there, especially at this time of morning. He unfolded his 6 foot frame out of the rocker recliner and whistled for Teddy, his big Heinz 99 hound. Together they headed down toward where he had seen the flash, near the creek running through his property.

Teddy, as mentioned, is a big mixed breed hound about the size of a German Shepherd but nowhere close to being as good looking as one. His shaggy brown and black coat made him look a lot bigger, and a lot more ferocious than he really is. He went running ahead down the trail without really knowing where they were headed. They were going for a walk, that's all he had to know.

He was off somewhere running around in the bush when Adam saw her; a pretty young girl with a huge camera on a tripod. What he had seen was the flash going off or the sun reflecting off a lens. He watched her for awhile before heading down the bank towards where she had set up her camera. Teddy was off chasing something or other; what a guard dog. 

"Uh, miss, you know you're on private property?" Adam asked. She jumped and almost fell into the creek at the sound of his voice. He managed to catch her before that happened. She wasn't as young as he first thought, but was very pretty except for the big bruise on her cheekbone. Who or whatever had hit her, had hit her hard.

"Jeezus Keerist mister. You almost gave me a heart attack," she said when she got over his catching her from falling into the creek and settled on her feet.

"Like I said, you know this is private property?"

"Um, yes. But this is so gorgeous I just had to get a photo. The sun coming up gives just the right angle...Well, I couldn't help myself," she tried to explain. He waited for her to continue, which she did eventually, "I'm a photographer, professional. I take landscapes and others and sell them. Oh, I do all the others like family, wedding, and that, but landscape is my favourite."

"Okay, but you didn't really answer my question. Do you know that you're on private land?"

"Um, yes. I saw the sign when I climbed over the fence and walked down from the road. You can see my car parked way up there," she waved in the general direction of the road into my property where he could just see a white mid-sized car parked on the side of the road.

"So, from that I'm to take it that you can read, right?" She nodded. "And just what does the phrase 'Private, No Trespassing' mean to you?" Adam kept his voice even; not really angry, just a little upset at these people who think that signs don't apply to them.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know I should have got permission from somebody, but I just had to catch the sun at the right moment. It took me longer to find this spot and get set up than I expected. I'll just pack up my gear and leave, okay?"

"If you want. Did you get it?" he asked.

"Get what?"

"The shot, the photo you wanted."

"Oh, I think so. I haven't had a chance to go through them. I'll get going now."

Just then Teddy decided to make his appearance. When you see something that size running out of the bush right at you it does have an adverse affect on you. She did the logical thing and screamed. Teddy flew past them and ran into the creek to splash around, then came back out to shake the water off his thick fur coat all over the only two humans he could find.

"Teddy, damn you. I've told you a hundred times don't do that. Don't you ever listen you mangy mutt?" Adam laughed at him. He was actually a big goofball, though very protective of his property and the people in his pack, if he perceived a threat. Obviously he didn't see the woman as much of a threat. He lay down at Adam's feet and grinned up at him as if to say, "Didn't I do good, huh, Adam?"

Adam owns this particular part of the land they were standing on, and 25 more acres of it. It's not a farm or anything; the land all around the house is the way it's been for years. He only landscaped a minimal amount around the large, ranch style home, more for hosting the odd barbeque or a party. He is a computer consultant designing networks for businesses, as well as other work in information technology. He has an office over in Melville, the nearest thing you could call a large town, but is able to work from home quite a bit of the time. He's not married, and not looking. Several relationships had turned out badly and he really doesn't want to get burned again.

Anyway, Teddy shook all his excess water onto them and, as he started laughing, the woman tried to act outraged and then began laughing as well. "You sure have him trained," she laughed, wiping the water off her face. Then her voice changed to one of alarm, "Ohmigod, the camera!" she quickly went over to where she had it set up and checked it. "No harm done. A few drops on the case, that's all." She was still giggling. "Look, I take it you own this land. I'm Honey, Honey Baker."

"Really, Honey," he asked. She nodded. "I hate to think what you went through in school. I'm Adam. Adam Spicer. So, now that you're all wet from my attack dog, what do you think about a nice hot coffee? The house is just up here," He waved in the general direction of his home.

She paused for a minute, and then said, "Okay, but you'll have to help carry my gear. It took me nearly an hour to get it all down here from the car." She quickly took the large camera lens off the camera and stowed it in a box, followed shortly by the camera body. She folded the heavy tripod and handed it to him, then grabbed the box with the camera and lens, and said, "Okay Adam, lead on. I hope it's not too far."

"Nope, maybe a couple a hundred meters. You can't see it from the road 'cause of the trees." Adam led off, heading up the bank and onto the path, without looking back. Either she could make it or not, not his problem. He got back to the house in a few minutes. She wasn't far behind. Teddy was off on his adventures again. He'd show up for breakfast in awhile.

"How do you take your coffee?" he asked, placing the tripod on the stoop beside the door.

"Black is good, thank you," she placed the case down beside the tripod and looked at the view from the front of the house. "Adam, this is simply gorgeous. I'd love to wake up to this every day. Whoever placed this house here really had an eye for the view."

He handed her a mug of coffee, "Thank you. I took quite awhile to decide on the placement. I wanted to see this every day, as you say."

"You? You did this? You built this home?" there was a bit of wonder in her voice as if building houses was something very un-natural.

"Um, yes. It took a couple of years, and I'm still not done what I want, but to all intents and purposes it's finished. Now, how did you find this spot you wanted for your pictures? It's not like you can see that view from the road."

"No, you're right. I actually started to set up beside the road, then saw that spot near the creek through my binoculars. It looked like it might be perfect but I couldn't wait because the sun was starting to come up. And, truth be told, I didn't know anyone lived out here. I've never seen cars or trucks coming or going in all the times I've driven by. How long have you been here?"

"Going on 5 years. My parents owned the land but never developed it. They used to come up here and camp down near the creek, not too far from where you were. I inherited the land when they passed and decided I'd rather live out here than in town. Long story short, I moved an old trailer out here to live in while I was building. I moved into the house about 3 years ago. My friends and I held a "burn the trailer" party when I moved in. It was old and not worth anything, and had served its purpose." He stopped talking and enjoyed the sounds of the surrounding woods as he gazed toward the distant horizon.

She sat quietly as if she didn't want to disturb the peace and quiet. He looked over and saw that the bruise on her face was actually larger than first thought. He also noticed that she wore a wedding ring. If she was aware of his glance, she gave no sign.

"You know," she said, breaking the silence, "I'd love to have a place like this. It's so peaceful and quiet." She paused long enough to finish her coffee then glanced at her watch. "Oh God, I've got to get going. He'll kill me if his breakfast is late."

"By he, you mean Mr. Honey Baker?" he asked, sure of what the answer would be.

"Yeah, the biggest mistake of my life, but I guess I'm stuck with him," she answered with almost total panic in her voice.

He gestured at the large bruise, "His handiwork?"

"Yeah, he didn't like something or other the other night. Usually it doesn't show. Look, Adam, could you take me up to my car? I can't be late." She was almost crying. He picked up the tripod and camera box and led her over to his truck; he had her at her car up on the road in just a couple of minutes.

"Adam, thank you. Really. I know I shouldn't have trespassed..."

"Honey, don't worry about it. Look, if you want to take photos up here just call and ask." He gave her a business card and wrote his home phone number on the back. "I often work from home, but if there's no answer try my office."

"Thank you, Adam. For everything. I have to get going." She drove off in a cloud of dust toward town.

There are few things Adam really, really hates in this world; liars, cheats, and wife beaters top the list. Just hearing about being used as a human punching bag made him want to help her. The fact that she was easy on the eyes didn't hurt. She wasn't very tall, maybe 5'3" and 115 lbs soaking wet. Without the bruise, she had very pleasant features, not super model or anything, but quite pretty. He really couldn't see much of her figure since she was all bundled up in a jacket and jeans, but suspected that he would find that it fit the whole package.

He returned to the house and fired up his computer, grabbing a coffee while it booted. He logged on and saw that there were a few things take care of for clients. That only took about an hour, and then he decided to find out what he could about Honey Baker.

It turns out that, while not world renowned, she was quite well known locally for her work, especially landscapes, as she had said. She had had several shows in the Vancouver area and had lived there until recently. She and her husband had moved to Melville, allegedly for him to pursue career opportunities. "Yeah, I'm the Queen of England too," he thought. Usually that means he was caught with the bosses wife or something. Maybe it had something to do with his abuse of his wife. He continued looking into Mr. John Baker, and the more he found, the less he liked.

Chapter 2

Honey Baker raced into town from where Adam had dropped her off at her car. She knew that the smallest thing would set John off and she'd get beaten again. She trembled as she pulled into the driveway of the neat, two story house and raced inside. Phew, he wasn't up. She rushed to start the coffee and began preparing his breakfast. As she worked, she thought about the man she had just met. I bet he doesn't get off on beating women. Seems like a nice guy. Why isn't he married?

Various thoughts ran through her head as she finished getting breakfast ready for her husband. She knew he was up from the sound of the toilet then shower.

John Baker was a creature of habit. He expected, no, demanded, that his meals be prepared exactly on time, that the house be cleaned and maintained in a certain way, and that the yard be the best in the neighbourhood. Honey was glad that at least he contracted the yard work; she didn't think she'd be able to handle that as well as the housework. Baker sat at the dining table at exactly 7:45, as he did every morning. Honey served his coffee, then juice, then breakfast. Always in that order, without variation. He finished his breakfast and grunted something that was supposed to mean good bye or breakfast was good, or something. She long ago gave up trying to figure it out. As long as he was gone and left her in peace.

She cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen then went upstairs to change and start her day. The bruise on her face would fade in a day or so, but she was worried about the pain in her side where he had punched her in the ribs. She was afraid that something might be broken, but was afraid to go to the family doctor, who just happened to be a friend of John Baker. Funny, she couldn't remember it hurting like this when she was out getting photos this morning. Maybe carrying all that equipment down from the car aggravated whatever injury she suffered. She managed to get dressed and drove into town to pick up some groceries and run a few errands.

She noticed the sign for A. Spicer Computer Consultants on an office window above the supermarket. I wonder if that's the Adam I ran into this morning? Must be, there can't be two computer consultants with that name in this town. She parked her car and looked at the card he had given her. Yes, that was his office. 

She finished running her errands and returned home to the same routine that Baker had literally beaten into her. She didn't know why she stayed with him, but didn't know what to do if she left. She wasn't aware of it, but it was the typical battered housewife syndrome, and there was help available. She just didn't know how to find it. Her biggest problem, at least in Melville, was that she didn't really know anyone. By nature, she was quite quiet and shy; therefore didn't easily socialize. Her husband never took her to any corporate functions, always saying that she was ill, or indisposed, or some other weak excuse. Usually it meant that for some perceived misconduct he had beaten her again and the bruises couldn't be covered by clothing or makeup.

* * * *

Adam finished his research into Honey and John Baker just around lunch. He really didn't like what he had found out about John Baker. Other than being a wife-beater, it looked very much like he might be a liar, cheat and thief. As far as Adam was concerned, that was enough justification to look deeper into his affairs, business and otherwise. Years of work in the computer industry would allow him to do just that.

He fixed some lunch and fed Teddy, who promptly went to sleep on the deck in the sunshine. If what he initially suspected of Baker was true, then he had just moved the headquarters for his Ponzi Scheme from Vancouver to Melville. He sat quietly, mapping out in his head how he would uncover the scheme. He had to be careful; his research had shown that Baker had friends, and victims, in high places. He couldn't just barge through the front door and start hurling accusations.

He also thought about Honey Baker. While he had learned a great deal about her professional life, he could find no real details about her personal life, other than she was married to John Baker. He had no reason to think, nor did he believe, that she knew of her husband's business practises. The look in her eyes as she had sped off this morning was absolute fear, if not terror. Baker wouldn't be the type to involve his wife, or even all the women he flaunted during his numerous affairs, in his business dealings.

Adam checked again, and saw that there was contact information for Honey Baker on her website, HBImaging. He thought about contacting her and telling her she could not only leave Baker, but should, and soon. He added her email to his contacts, but didn't message her right away.

About this time, Honey Baker was cleaning up after having prepared lunch for her husband. He seemed somewhat distracted, though she would never ask, and really didn't care, why. She returned to her computer and set about editing the photos she had taken that morning. She was certain that her husband hadn't known she had even left the house, let alone out driving the back roads in the early morning. More probably, he didn't really care as long as his routine wasn't interrupted. They hadn't shared a bed for years, and hadn't had sex in nearly as long. She long ago understood that she and John had never made love; it just wasn't in his nature to love anyone or anything other than himself. Thank God they didn't have any kids.

She wasn't feeling too well, but remembered that she had to pick up some dry cleaning for John. He would be home after work to change, then would be going to some function or other. She didn't care as long as he didn't try to drag her along; but she knew that wouldn't happen, at least tonight. The bruise on her cheek was too noticeable. She drove into town again and parked almost in the same spot she'd occupied in the morning. The cleaners were in the same complex as the supermarket and several other businesses.

She was just approaching the entry to the cleaners when she passed out. Adam had just arrived in the parking lot and was parking in his reserved spot as he saw the woman collapse to the ground. He had no idea who it was as he ran over to her while punching 911 into his cell. He and another passerby arrived almost at the same time. Adam quickly pulled off his jacket and bunched it into a pillow before placing it under her head. The other man took off his overcoat and placed it over her. It was then that Adam realized who the woman was.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and soon Honey was on the way to the hospital. Adam figured he'd have an hour or two before he could see her, so continued into his office and did what he needed to do. His thoughts were never far from the young woman.

He looked up John Baker's business phone and left a message with his secretary that his wife had collapsed and had been taken to hospital. The secretary sounded uninterested, but promised to pass the message on as soon as Baker was free. Adam drove to the hospital and found out from a nurse that Honey had been admitted with severe bruising and a couple of broke ribs. She would undergo further tests to see if the ribs had caused further problems. They originally weren't going to give him any information until he advised them that it was he who had called the ambulance, and that if she, the nurse, wouldn't tell him, he would get the information from his friend who happened to be the administrator.

He was soon standing in the doorway of a private room, looking to see if she was awake. She was.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

"Sore all over. What happened? Why are you here?" she sounded weak, confused.

"I saw you collapse on the sidewalk and called for an ambulance. That's all I know. They brought you here. The nurse says you have some severe bruising and a couple of broke ribs. Your husband?"

She nodded without saying anything, tears welling and rolling down her face. "God, he'll kill me. He wants his suit for tonight."

"Well, you aren't going anywhere. Can I get it for you? Just tell me where to deliver it."

She profusely thanked him and gave him an address in the business district. Adam didn't let on that he already knew that, as well as their home address.

"No worries. I'll get the suit and drop it off. I already phoned his office to let him know you're in the hospital."

"Oh my God, oh my God. He'll kill me for sure. He said if I ever went to a hospital..."

"Look, don't worry about it for now. You didn't go to the hospital; you were brought here after you collapsed on the sidewalk. There are at least 2 of us who saw what happened. I'll straighten it out for you."

"God, he'll come in and drag me out of here," she was almost hysterical. Adam pushed the call button for the attending nurse.

"Look, she's scared that her husband will come and drag her out of here. Is there anything you can do?"

"I don't know. Are you...?"

"No, we're not related. I'm the one who found her on the sidewalk when she passed out."




Honey B



"I'll talk to the doctor."

"Good, thank you," he said as the nurse closed the door and left them alone again. "Look, Honey. I don't know you and you don't know me, but you can't go back to that guy. Is there somewhere you can go, stay, when you get out of here? Somewhere safe?"

She shook her head no. "We just moved here. I don't know anyone. All my family are back east. I don't even have many friends in Vancouver. They were all his, not mine."

"Okay. You just relax and get well. I'll see what I can do."

"Please, Adam. Don't get mixed up in this. He can really hurt you."

"Yeah, well, I just love it when bullies get what's coming to them. Don't worry about me." He left her lying there in the bed looking small, lost, scared and alone.

He got out to his truck and made a call on his cell, "Josh, it's me Adam. You at the detachment? I need to talk to you for a second. I need your help, and some of your muscle. Be there in a few."

He pulled into the visitors parking at the police detachment. His friend, Sgt. Josh Green, was the detachment commander. He quickly found himself sitting across the desk from his friend as he explained about Honey Baker.

"Classic battered woman syndrome. They're so abused, so brainwashed that in some strange way they think they deserve the beating. I hate this kind of shit," he said vehemently.

"Me too. But for now we need her safe in the hospital. Do you still have those 2 auxiliary members, Mutt and Jeff?"

Josh laughed, "You mean Townsend and Wright. Yeah. I see what you're thinking. Maybe a little hospital duty. Just hang on, I'll find out if they're around and available." Josh went to the outer office and spoke to his secretary. "Jill will find out and let me know. If they're available I'll get them and a couple of others to sit outside her room. Meanwhile, let me get hold of the woman's shelter."

"Josh, I don't think she'll go to a shelter. If she goes into hiding, he'll find her somehow. Maybe it's time me and Teddy had a house guest. I'll talk to her. Meanwhile, I promised to run an errand for her."

Jill poked her head into the office and advised, with a smile, that "Mutt and Jeff" would be in shortly.

"Thank you Jill," he turned to Adam, "I'll get them to take shifts sitting outside her door at the hospital. We'll just tell the hospital there have been some threats against her life."

"Thanks Josh, I appreciate it. Tell Mutt and Jeff that too. It means a lot to me." Adam left the detachment and went to the mall to pick up the dry cleaning for Honey. The owners knew him so there was no problem with him picking it up. It was almost 5:00, the time Honey said her husband usually would be home, so he drove over to the house instead of Baker's office. He got there just before Baker showed up.

As Baker pulled into his driveway, Adam got out of his truck and walked over to him.

"Your wife is in the hospital. She asked me to get this to you."

"Stupid bitch can't do anything right. Who are you?"

"I saw her collapse on the sidewalk in town and called the ambulance. They're keeping her at least for tonight. Name's Adam, Adam Spicer."

"Okay, what do I owe you, Spicer?"

"Nothing, the cleaners said they'd put it on your bill."

"I mean for delivering. I know the cleaners run a bill for me."

"Not a thing. Just doing a favour is all."

"Yeah, well. Okay. I gotta run. Got this function with the mayor tonight." With that, he dismissed Adam and went into the house.

Adam returned to his truck deep in thought. "It's going to be a real pleasure taking this asshole down," he thought. He drove back to the hospital. Mutt had the first shift outside Mrs. Baker's ward. His instructions were concise. Honey Baker was in protective custody and wouldn't be moved without police approval.

Adam poked his head in and saw that she was sleeping. "Okay Mutt. Thanks for doing this. The lady needs all the help we can give her."

Auxiliary Constable Townsend, Mutt to his friends, replied, "The boss told us what's going on. Let's just say that anyone tries to move her without the bosses say is going to have a very bad day. We don't like wife-beaters either." Adam wasn't worried, Mutt stood about 6'3" and weighed a very solid 250 lbs. Adam had seen him in action and wasn't worried about anybody giving him too much of a bad time. His partner, Jeff, aka Auxiliary Constable Wright, wasn't much smaller at 6'1" and around 230 lbs. Together, though they were Auxiliary Constables, they were a formidable and intimidating force when they had to be.

Adam went home to feed Teddy and start plotting the downfall of John Baker. He called his sister and asked if she could come and visit for a couple of weeks. He might have a house guest that needed female help.

"Adam, what have you gotten into this time?" asked Sheila, his older sister.

"It's a long story sis. Do you know who Honey Baker is?"

"She's some kind of artist or something isn't she?"

"Or something. She's a photographer, and from what I've been able to find out, a pretty good one. She's in trouble and I might have her staying here when she gets out of hospital. Her husband beat the shit out of her and she's got a couple of broken ribs along with bruising and stuff." Adam sipped at his glass of wine, thinking back to his encounter early this morning. How the hell did she carry that stuff down from the highway if she had broken ribs? Another mystery to solve.

He became aware that Sheila was talking, "...so when you know for sure if she's staying with you and that big hound of yours, let me know. I can be there in a couple of days."

"Thanks Sis. Hi to Jack and the kids. I hope its short term, but you never know."

"You be good, Adam. Be sure to let me know one way or the other."

"Will do. Thanks again Sis. Love you." He ended the call. He wasn't worried about having enough room; he had five bedrooms in two different wings of the house. The hallways from the bedrooms all lead to the central pod that had the kitchen, dining room, living room and den/office. Sheila and Honey could use the west wing where there were 3 bedrooms; his master bedroom was in the east, and easily took up at least half of it, leaving enough space for the fifth, smaller bedroom.

Chapter 3

It had been awhile since any women had spent time in the house. Adam didn't seem to have much luck with prospective partners. He'd tried and been burned 3 times, so had in essence stopped looking.

The first had been Nancy. She moved in with him shortly after the house was finished. They both knew that it wouldn't last. She had made it quite evident that she was looking for a friend with benefits for the winter. She moved in at the beginning October and left at the beginning of the following April. Adam knew that was going to happen; nevertheless he was sad to see her go. She was a nice, warm and caring person and a great lover. There had been a few tears on both sides, but she was off on her adventures. Adam assured her that she would be welcome if she ever came back this way.

The second big mistake had been Janice. She sort of caught Adam on the rebound; not too long after Nancy had departed. He didn't realize just how high maintenance she was until she began to criticize how much time he spent working, and if he had to overnight it somewhere the recriminations when he got back home were unreal. She couldn't seem to get it through her head that in order for him to buy all these things she 'just' had to have, he had to earn real money. She departed for greener pastures one December afternoon while he was at work in his office in town. Frankly, he was happy to see her go. Her whole attitude of me, me, me, just wasn't worth the aggravation he felt when she was around.

He happened to run into her a couple of times. She was hanging onto the arm of her latest sugar daddy and barely acknowledged his existence. He later learned that she had gone through quite a few men, married and single; she didn't care as long as they had money to spend on her. She had apparently left town under a cloud after an affair with a town official became known.

The last had been Meghan. After Janice, Adam had pretty much kept to himself for about a year. He met Meghan at a dinner party at a friend's house. She happened to be friendly with his buddy's wife, and they seemed to hit it off. He had her out to the house a few times and they got along really well. The sex was good, and Meghan had shown that she could be a good homemaker as well. Adam began to think she was the one and invited her to move in about 6 months after they met. Everything was fine for the first couple of months. They settled in and she seemed to enjoy living out in the rural area away from town.

Then Adam began to notice a change. It was subtle at first. He caught her in a few lies about where she had been and what she had been doing. It was nothing major, but he was starting to get that old feeling back again. It came to a head one January afternoon. Adam had told Meghan that he had to go out of town overnight on business. This happened occasionally so she didn't make a big deal about it. He packed his overnight bag, kissed her goodbye and headed into town.

He just got into his office when his customer called to postpone the visit for a week. He finished what he had to do in the office and decided to surprise Meghan. He drove back out to the property to find an unknown vehicle parked in front of the garage. He drove in and parked, apparently without being heard then went into the house, dreading what he was sure he would find.

Meghan and her lover were on the bed, his bed, not yet naked but working on it. They were so intent on their passion that they never noticed Adam standing in the door of the bedroom. He silently withdrew to plan his next course of action.

His driveway was unpaved and fairly steep in sections. No problem for him since he had a good 4-wheel drive truck. It would, however, be a problem for the man with Meghan since he was driving a fairly standard 2-door, 2-wheel drive sedan. Adam decided to make it a little more difficult for them, since Meghan would be leaving with her lover, and only with what she had originally brought with her. He would ensure that.

He went back up to the entrance of his driveway. He kept the loader up there instead of near the house because that was where it was most needed. He fired it up and dumped load after load of snow onto the driveway, making it impassable unless you had a good 4-wheel drive vehicle, or the loader. He went back to the house and, taking his truck, pushed the car into the snowbank lining the drive into the garage, making sure it was good and stuck. Yes there were some scrapes on the car, but Adam was sure they wouldn't be an issue, if they were noticed at all, at least today. The couple would have other things on their minds.

That part of his plan complete, he parked in the garage and locked it up, making sure the shed where his tools were kept was also locked. Then he entered the house, making the usual amount of noise he would when entering his own house. All he could hear were the sounds from the bedroom. He walked down the hall and stood in the doorway of the bedroom. They still didn't notice he was home. He went into his den/office and grabbed a small digital camera and went back to the bedroom. He had taken about a dozen photos when Meghan suddenly realized he was there, and screamed. The man with her fell all over himself getting away from Meghan and the bed; expecting that Adam was going to lay a beating on him.

"You two have exactly 15 minutes to get your shit together and get out of here." Adam's voice was flat and as unemotional as he could make it. That made it even more scary to Meghan and the man with her.

"Adam," Meghan began crying, "it's not..."

"It's not what? You're fucking another man in my bed? Get your shit and get out. The clock is ticking."

The man with Meghan was cowering in the corner, afraid to come and get his clothes off the chair near the door. Adam turned away and walked toward the kitchen. "Fourteen minutes fourty five seconds," he said over his shoulder.

"Adam, you can't..." cried Meghan.

"Not only can but will. Fourteen minutes then I throw you and your cheating ass out the door. Your shit will follow." His voice remained flat, unemotional, and scary.

"But Adam...," she started then realized he was no longer listening. Quickly she gathered her clothes and dressed, as did the man with her.

"Jesus Christ. He's crazy. He'll kill us. Get your stuff. I hope he'll let us leave."

"For fucks sake George. He won't kill us. Help me get my stuff." She began throwing items into a suitcase.

"Twelve minutes," called Adam. He started down the hallway toward the bedroom. The man called George, scared to death, scampered past him and ran to the door to put on his boots and coat.

"Adam, please. We can talk about this," Meghan was starting to panic. There was no way she could fit everything into the suitcases that she had brought with her. Adam had been good to her, and she had a lot more to leave with than she did when she arrived.

Adam didn't say a word. He grabbed the suitcase sitting on the floor and walked down the hall to the door, opened it and threw the suitcase out into the snow. He went back into the house and got a large garbage bag. Wordlessly he went to the bedroom where Meghan was still trying to close the second suitcase, and started stuffing her clothes and things into the garbage bag. Once full, it followed the suitcase out into the snow.

Adam took time to notice that George really was stuck, but was working away at trying to get the car out of the snowbank. Too fucking bad! They could walk to town. He wasn't about to help them. He went back inside and wordlessly grabbed Meghan by the arm and dragged her down the hall to the door. He threw her coat at her and kicked her boots towards her. He went back to the bedroom and got the second suitcase and threw it out to join the rest of her belongings in the snow.

Meghan was openly bawling now. No-one had ever done this; no-one had ever made her accountable. She'd always used her sex appeal and personality to get out of bad situations. It was a rude awakening at the worst possible time.

As soon as she went through the door, Adam slammed it shut and double locked it. He went around and made sure all the other doors and windows were locked as well. Then reaction started to set in and he went into the kitchen, sat down at the table and put his head in his hands. It was at this precise moment that he decided that he's better off on his own; no more romantic entanglements.

Awhile later there was a pounding on the door. He looked to see Meghan standing there. He opened the door and as flatly as he could, said, "Get the fuck off my property. Now."

"Adam. We're stuck. Would you call a wrecker, please?"

"Too fucking bad."

"Please, there's no cell service. We can't call," Meghan was crying, almost hysterical.

"Well then, you better start walking 'cause if that car is on my property tomorrow it's getting seized and impounded."

"Adam, please, you wouldn't."

"You don't want to find out. If it's there in the morning, it's gone." With that, Adam closed and locked the door again. Realizing the futility as soon as she tried the door, Meghan made her way back to the car.

"George, he won't call. We'll have to walk 'til we get cell service. It's like about 5 miles toward town or 4 up the hill."

"Jesus, I don't have the gear for walking. These are commuter boots. Only good for riding around in. You're sure he won't help?"

"For fuck's sake, George. Would you?" Angrily Meghan set off up the driveway, "Are you coming? It'll be dark in about an hour." Reality was setting in for Meghan. She was starting to realize that she had made a huge mistake. Adam's demeanour scared the hell out of her.

Next morning Adam drove his truck up the where the front end loader was parked. It was evident that a tow truck had managed to get the car up to the top of the driveway. He didn't know how or when; he just hoped that it cost the two of them a lot of money. Half-heartedly he cleared the drive and went into town to the office to try and get some work done.

His mind wasn't on it, and he returned home after running a few errands. There were several messages from Meghan, she didn't mean it, it was a mistake, yada yada. He erased them. One message from George said that he, meaning Adam, would get his. That got erased as well. He wasn't too worried about George, or anything he thinks he might do.

He went into the bedroom and stripped the bed, taking all the sheets and blankets into the laundry. The mattress he took and threw into the back of his truck to take to the dump. He wouldn't sleep on a mattress that had been used for cheating. He found a few items that Meghan had left behind. They also went into the garbage.

It was just after Meghan was gone that Teddy arrived and adopted Adam. Adam had been in town and saw a display for the SPCA in the mall near his office. On a hunch he talked to the woman looking after it and, long story short, a shaggy ragamuffin of a dog joined Adam on his property. Teddy readily took to Adam, and his new home. In very short order he had explored almost all of it, even though it was snow covered. His goofy grin told Adam all he needed to know; Teddy was home.

Chapter 4

Adam arrived at the hospital just after lunch. Jeff (Auxiliary Constable Wright) was on duty at the door and reported all was well. No one had come to visit Honey except for the medical staff. Adam went into the room and found Honey was awake.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. She looked so frail and small there in the bed.

"Um, not too bad as long as I don't laugh," she replied, her voice stronger than yesterday.

"Okay, I'll try not to tell any bad jokes." He looked at her with genuine concern. "Look, you can't go back to him you know. At best you'll just stay a human punching bag, at worst he'll kill you, slowly." Adam tried to keep the worry out of his voice, while emphasizing that he was, in fact, worried about the possible outcomes.

"I know," Honey started sobbing, "I know, but I don't know what to do, I've got nowhere to go."

"Well, once the doctor says you're well enough, I'll take you out to my place. My sister said she'd come down and help look after you. Then we'll decide where we go from there. The first thing is to get you away from him. You'll be safe, and he probably wouldn't be able to find you there either."

"I can't..." she started to say.

"Yes, you can. And will. Once you're healed we'll worry about the future. Your immediate job is to get well enough to leave here. No arguments."

"Well, okay. But only 'til I'm healed," Honey was still crying quietly, wondering why this big, gentle man would help her.

"Look, a friend of mine is going to come in and talk to you. He's the policeman in charge of the detachment here. He wants to find out more about your husband beating you."

"Oh God, I couldn't, I can't talk to the police. He'll kill me for sure."

"Look, you just don't know it yet, but you're done with him. I, well my sister and I, will make sure you don't have to be afraid of him again. My friend Josh will be in to talk to you later today. Just answer his questions honestly and let him take it from there."

"Well, okay, I guess. But," she hesitated, afraid to ask, "can you be here too?"

"If you want. Now get some rest. I have to get hold of my sister and get her out here." Josh patted her shoulder and left the room.

Jeff was just returning from the cafeteria with a cup of coffee. "Look, Jeff, she's scared out of her mind of her old man. Do you know this guy?" Jeff shook his head, no. "If he tries anything or even tries to get in to see her, you have permission to use whatever force necessary to keep him away. I already talked to Josh. He doesn't want to know"




Honey B



"No worries Adam. Unless it's a doctor or nurse, they ain't getting in there. I haven't had to beat on a wife-beater for awhile. It would be a pleasure," Jeff said, his easy demeanour belied his toughness. "Me and Mutt have a bet which one of us gets to tussle with him first." Adam knew that Honey would be safe.

He called his sister from his office only to be told by her husband, Jack that she was already on the way and should be at his place in 2 days. He grinned, knowing that she knew him too well.

Later that afternoon he was sitting in the hospital room as Josh gently questioned Honey about the beatings she'd received, starting with the most recent. The nurse that was there with them was alternately turning white and red as she reacted to the answers. Adam just felt a cold rage welling in him. If it was the last thing he did, he would make sure that Baker paid for this. He began formulating a plan even as the questioning continued.

Finally the questioning was over and Josh took his recorder back to the office for transcription. Adam patted Honey on the shoulder and told her to rest. He'd be in tomorrow. He spoke briefly to the on-call physician who assured him that Honey wouldn't be fit for release for at least another three days or so. Good, Sheila would arrive before that. Between them, they could get her to safety.

Three days later Adam and Sheila pulled into the hospital parking lot and parked in the loading area. They used Sheila's car since climbing in and out of Adam's big pickup would almost be impossible for Honey. They went in to find Honey dressed and waiting for them. After introducing the two women, Adam got a wheel chair from the nurse's desk to wheel Honey out to the car. One of the nurses came and took over. Adam followed them out of the hospital.

He stopped to talk to Mutt," I can't thank you guys enough. You went above and beyond. How many of you looked after this?"

"There were four of us, me and Jeff and a couple of others. We all volunteered when we heard what had happened to her."

"Mutt, can you give me a list of the names and their home addresses? I want to make sure they're properly thanked."

"Will do Adam, I'll email them as soon as I check in at the detachment."

"Thanks Mutt, and thanks to the other guys too. Let them know, okay?" Mutt nodded his head and Adam hurried to catch up to the women who were almost out the door. He helped Honey into the backseat of his sister's car and jumped into the passenger seat. There was no way Sheila would let him drive her car.

Sheila drove out to the property and started down the driveway. "Let me out here. I'll make sure nobody can follow us down unless they're walking. I'll walk down to the house."

Sheila stopped the car. "Gonna put the loader across the entrance?"

"You got it. Go ahead. I'll walk down. Won't be long." Sheila continued down the drive and Adam started up the loader. With some back and forth jiggling he managed to almost completely block the entrance to the drive. Anyone coming down would be doing it on foot.

Sheila was just getting all of Honey's stuff out of the car when Adam arrived. "Look, we're going to have to go to her place and get clothes 'n stuff."

"Yeah, I was thinking of that. Maybe what we'll do is take both vehicles into town. I'll make sure Baker is in his office and you and Honey can go to the house and get whatever she needs and wants. We've got the room so we can get all her things at once." 

"Sounds like a plan. I'll talk to Honey. I put her in the middle bedroom, I'm nearest the kitchen." Sheila set off to discuss the matter with Honey.

Adam put the coffee on and called down the hall if they wanted coffee or tea. Good thing the answer was coffee. Once made, he put 3 mugs of coffee on a tray, loaded whitener and sugar and went down to the bedroom where Honey was laying on the bed quietly talking with Sheila. He placed the tray on the dresser and sat down in a spare chair with his own coffee.

"Honey, this is your room as long as you need it, or want to leave. I mean it. I don't know what's going to happen with your husband, but you can't go back to him. I think Sheila and I agree, we won't let that happen."

"I feel like I'm imposing. You're doing so much," Honey replied. "Why? Why are you doing this for me? I don't think I'm worth it."

Sheila jumped in, "You're worth every bit of it. We're helping because you need help and nobody, I mean nobody, should go through what you did. There's no excuse for that, at all. We're here to help you get better, physically and mentally. I'm a registered Psychologist and we, me and Adam, will work with you to get you through this."

"But you're giving up so much, just for me."

"We're not giving up anything. Adam has the time and space. I'm on hiatus so I'm not officially practising right now. My husband and kids know why I'm here and are good with it. We're here to help, and you will accept it. And anyway, where are you going to go? And how?"

Honey was quiet for a few moments, "Okay, I guess I'm in your hands. Still, I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay you."

Adam piped up, "You getting well will be payment enough. That's your job, your only job. Let us look after the rest." Adam stood up and started to leave, "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Sis, make some plans for tomorrow afternoon. We'll need Honey to go and pick out what she wants and needs. I'll look after Baker. I'll be in the den/office. I'm going to start ruining his coming days."

Honey looked worried, "You're not going to hurt him?"

"Oh no, with a phony like that the only hurt he understands is monetary. That, and my friend Josh going over to chat about spousal abuse should serve to start. He's done like dinner, he just doesn't know it yet."

"What are you going to do? He knows some powerful people who can hurt you."

"The best part about being out here and doing what I do is that powerful people have very few ways of getting at me. And, when I expose Baker for the phony he is, they'll be running to distance themselves from him. Now don't you worry. Let me look after that. You just relax and let Sheila help you." With that he left the bedroom and went to his office.

The great thing about arrogant assholes like Baker is they think they're smarter, better, richer and nobody can do anything to them. Adam logged on to his computer and started doing some searching. Soon he was able to find Baker's internet provider and his IP address. A few minutes with a special program he had developed had him logged into Baker's office computer. Good enough. He could wait until evening when Baker was out and about, no doubt schmoozing at some function or other with the well-to-do set and the wannabees. There really was no hurry; he could actually wait until after Josh invited Baker downtown for an interview. Oh to be a fly on the wall for that one.

The next day, using both his truck and Sheila's car, the three drove into town. The ladies would go to the house to get Honey's belongings as soon as Adam confirmed Baker was in his office and not likely to move. Adam got to the office building just in time to see Baker being seated in the back seat of a police car. Well, for sure the women wouldn't be interrupted anytime soon. He called Sheila on her cell and explained what he had seen. The two women drove to the house and, using the keys Honey still had, entered and began packing things she would need. Adam arrived shortly afterward and began placing some of the bigger items, like computers and that, into his truck. He had to chuckle when he saw Honey and Sheila carrying out some of the prints that had adorned the walls of the house.

Adam drove back and parked down the street from Bakers office. Almost 2 hours after the police had picked him up, Adam saw Josh drive up in an unmarked cruiser and let Baker off. He did not look like a happy man. Josh drove past Adam and waved at him. Apparently the interview had gone well, at least from the police point of view.

Adam returned the wave and drove back to the house. The women were just finishing loading the car with Honeys belongings. He waited down the street as the two women left and headed back to his place. He didn't wait long. Baker came roaring down the street and pulled into his driveway. His secretary was in the passenger seat. Adam couldn't help but think what an asshole; as far as he knows his wife is in the hospital and he's got some eye candy on his arm. It was going to be a pleasure ruining him.

Later that evening after having a quiet dinner, the women retired to the living room to watch a movie. Adam went into his home office and got to work. Baker, being a creature of habit, had left the office computers on, maybe so he could access them from home. Adam logged on and began searching the computer, looking for passwords and banking information. He struck pay dirt after a relatively short search; he not only had Baker's local banking information and passwords to all the accounts, but he had discovered where Baker was sending the money he was stealing from his alleged investors. From what he could see, Baker regularly checked with the bank in the Cayman Islands on Fridays. Funds were transferred into the account Monday morning. Somewhat irregular, but that was the pattern going back at least 5 months.

He next got together and printed out a list of the investors that Baker was stealing from, together with their email addresses. His plan was developing. He wanted to not only ruin Baker, but make sure that his investors at least recouped some of their inevitable losses. He also wanted Honey to have sufficient funds available to support herself for the foreseeable future. She, at least, deserved that.

Chapter 5

John Baker was not having a good week. First, the police hauled him down to the detachment and questioned him about beating Honey. He thought that maybe he'd talked his way out of it, but wasn't sure. He'd have to get Honey to talk to the police. Now the problem was finding her. He knew she had been admitted to the hospital, and had just discovered that she had been released the day before he was interviewed by the police. No, they didn't know where she was; they thought she had gone home. A young woman had helped her; they thought it was his secretary.

He knew it wasn't his secretary. She was at this moment kneeling down in front of the chair Baker sat in with his cock in her mouth. She hated doing this, but Baker paid her well. He knew his wife wasn't at home, he'd checked the bedrooms upstairs. He was so preoccupied with his own problems he didn't notice that almost everything belonging to his wife was missing. After talking to the hospital, he sat back to enjoy the blowjob from his secretary when he suddenly noticed that a lot of the photos and prints were missing from the walls. Jeezus Cheerist, had she left him? Pushing his secretary out of the way, he ran upstairs and checked the dresser and closets. None of her stuff was there.

He was enraged but didn't know where to focus his anger. He went back into the living room where he'd left his secretary, and started beating her. She wasn't Honey, however, and fought back, much to Baker's surprise.

"You fucking bitch. Hit me will you? You're done. You're fired." He continued to try and hit her and she was just as determined that he wouldn't. She was able to escape the house, grabbing her purse on the way out, slamming the door in John Baker's face. Sex was one thing, but she wouldn't ever take a beating just for a pay cheque. She quickly walked down to the corner store about 2 blocks away and had them call a cab which she took to the police office.

Now Baker was really, really pissed. He had planned on taking his secretary to the mayor's function tonight, and maybe using her to seduce some new investors. He phoned several other women he'd used over the months. None were available. He gave up and, for the first time, decided to go alone. Christ, where was his wife? 

* * * *

Adam set up a throwaway email to use and emailed Baker's investors that maybe they should take a closer look at their relationship, and ask some pointed questions about the so-called audited statements he was providing. Specifically, perhaps ask the company who was allegedly auditing the financial statements if the statements were indeed accurate.

He the accessed Baker's Cayman Island account and changed the sign-in credentials. Baker would no longer be able to either deposit or remove funds from the account. Satisfied for now, he made sure that only he could access the Cayman account then shut down the computer.

Since Baker was at some function or other this evening, and most of his investors were probably there as well, Adam didn't really expect the shit to start hitting the fan until one or two days later. He was unaware that the avalanche had already started with one investor who had been having second thoughts. Adam's email had hit home and the wheels were turning on the huge truck coming towards Baker.

Adam checked on the two women and found their bedroom doors closed. He was left alone with his thoughts. Grabbing a beer, he stepped out on his patio and sat down in a deck chair. Teddy came padding over and laid his large head on Adam's knee with a 'scratch my ears' look. He was planning the next step for Baker. Other than monetarily, he wanted to ruin him completely.

The next morning he accessed the federal 'no fly' list and added Baker to it, using his real name, date of birth and passport number. The reason was suspected support of the Tamil Tigers, a reputed terrorist organization. That would ensure that he couldn't leave the country when the heat began to get too intense.

He contacted Baker's various credit card issuers and reported the cards stolen. He was able to do it since he had obtained so much personal info from Baker's computer. So far, so good.

Adam went online to a different bank in the Cayman Islands and opened an account under a false name. He would move the funds now in Baker's inaccessible account to this one, and use it to at least partially repay the money Baker had stolen. Finally, he set up an account in Honey's name in another bank. Part of the money Baker had stolen would go into this. He figured that even around 10% would be a really good start for Honey, no matter what she decided to do. He decided to wait until the evening before beginning to transfer the money; however he did set up his computer to monitor Baker's Cayman Island account activity, and attempted logons.

He then began to receive return emails in his throw-away account asking how he knew Baker was stealing, and what proof did he have. He had expected that and in a return email was able to send a copy of the report that investors had received, and a report of what was actually in the investment account.

Work done for the day, Adam joined the women on the patio where they were enjoying a coffee and the view, not necessarily in that order. Adam decided he would wait to tell Honey about what he had accomplished. If the whole thing went south, the less she or anyone else knew, the better.

"Good morning ladies. Beautiful day, no?" he greeted them.

"Adam, you were working early," replied Sheila, "putting in some overtime?"

"Good morning Adam. Yes it's beautiful. And the view is gorgeous," said Honey.

"Oh no. I had some things to take care of. All done, so I can relax the rest of the day. Maybe I'll go down and drown some worms and see if there's any trout that want to come to dinner. I agree about the view; however I think we actually had this conversation a few days ago." He actually hadn't fished the creek for months, though there were some good sized fish in it.

Adam sat back in his chaise lounge, enjoying as the women had, the view and the coffee. He knew that Sheila was bursting with curiosity about what he would do to Baker, but didn't really want to ask while Honey was around. Time enough to tell them. Honey was just on her first full day of healing. She'd be here awhile.

"A few days ago? Okay you two, what's going on?" Sheila sounded not only curious but exasperated.

"Honey, do you want to tell her, or should I?" Adam wanted to give Honey first crack at explaining.

"Oh no, Adam. You tell her. I'll just pipe up if you miss something," Honey giggled.

"Okay, Sis. Here's what happened a few days ago, and why we had this discussion about the view..." He began to relate the events of a few days ago when he caught Honey trespassing, telling everything he knew up to last night, omitting the parts about the accounts, credit cards and no fly list.

"...and so, Honey is now staying here, hiding from John Baker. I have plans for Mr. Baker which you two don't want to know about, at least yet."

"Are you...?" started Sheila.

Adam cut her off, "I'm not saying anything. Trust me, if you don't know you can't be made to tell if this thing goes south. I don't think it will, but you never know." 

Honey gave him a long look. "Adam, be careful. John has lots of powerful friends."

"I'll be careful, but I wonder if they'll still be friends when the shit starts flying. He might find that all of a sudden his friends won't take his calls. Oh to be a fly on the wall," he laughed. "Anyway, ladies, I'm off to do some work around here. I'll leave Teddy to look after you. He's a big suck until somebody tries to do something he doesn't like, like to people he knows or what he thinks is his property. I won't be far anyway. Just puttering in the shed and the garage." He was telling the truth about Teddy, who had already accepted Sheila and Honey as part of his pack.

About an hour later he was in the garage when Sheila called him, "Adam, there's a John Baker on the phone. Can you take it or should I take a message?"

"Be right there," he called back, stopped what he was doing and headed back to the house. He had half-expected the call since Baker knew he'd run that errand for Honey.

"Adam Spicer."

"Mr. Spicer, its John Baker. Remember we met when you dropped some cleaning off at my place?"

"What can I do for you Mr. Baker?"

"It's my wife; nobody seems to know where she is. Do you know or have you seen her?"

"Last I knew she was in the hospital. That must be, what, three or four days ago. How's she doing? Are they going to release her soon? It was quite a fall she took."

"No dammit, that's why I'm calling. She was released two days ago and nobody seems to know where she went."

"I'm glad she's out. You sure she's not home or visiting friends or something? I'd have no reason to see her after she got admitted. I just checked on her that one day when she said something about the cleaning, but you already know that."

"Yeah, I do. That's why I thought..."

"Thought what, Mr. Baker?"

"Maybe you'd picked her up."

"Why the hell would I do something like that? I thought she was still in the hospital 'til you called."

"Well, I thought...Who answered the phone, your wife?"

"I'm not married. My sister is visiting from back east." Well, it's true, but he doesn't need to know why.

"Oh, uh, if you do see my wife would you let me know?" he gave Adam his phone numbers.

"Well, I don't expect to see her or anyone else way out here, but I'll keep an eye out."

"I'd appreciate it." Baker hung up and Adam grinned. Now it starts, he thought to himself. 

Adam went into his office and checked his email and also account activity for the Caymans. He had quite a few replies from worried investors, but so far there hadn't been any attempts to logon to the Cayman bank account. He was sure that wouldn't last. He logged off the computer and went back out to the garage to resume his project. Sheila showed up a few minutes later.

"Adam, what did Baker want?" asked Sheila.

"Seems he can't find his wife. Damnest thing. I thought she was still in the hospital."




Honey B



"You're bad. I thought that's maybe what it was. Honey's resting so she doesn't know about the call," she laughed.

"Good, she what she doesn't know won't upset her. She needs rest and healing. She has all the time she needs to do both."

"Yeah, I know. But if Baker ever found out..."

"Well, I'm not going to worry too much about that 'til it happens. I am, however, going to set up a few surprises for unwelcome visitors."

"I don't even want to ask," she laughed. "I'm going to make some fresh coffee. Want some?"

"Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes," Adam replied, and went back to completing the small project he was working on.

The days went by. Only Adam or Sheila left the property to get supplies, and not together. Honey showed no desire to leave the comfort of the large home, and though physically she was much better, mentally she had hardly started to heal. Sheila decided that she was well enough to start working on that part of her healing. Without seeming to, she began to work with Honey. It would be a long, hard road. She just hoped Honey was up for it.

Adam had transferred all the money out of Baker's account into the one he had opened, then transferred about 10% of it to the account he had opened up for Honey. She wasn't aware of it, but the account held just under a million dollars. Baker had been a prolific and successful thief.

Chapter 6

The high point of John Baker's week turned out to be taken to the police detachment for questioning. He couldn't find his wife, he'd fired his secretary and now the phones were ringing off the hook from investors wondering what was going on with all the money they had invested with him. There were, in fact, so many calls that he set the office phone to go straight to the answering machine. As he had promised the first few callers, he would issue dividend cheques in the hopes that that would at least give him some time to get things together.

The one call he couldn't ignore was from the officials of the small stock exchange where his investment company was listed. They wanted to know about all the phone calls they were getting regarding his account, and what he planned to do to bring the value of the account up to the minimum required to maintain his listing on the exchange. He made the usual assurances that funds were forthcoming immediately, if not sooner. The exchange officials were satisfied, for now.

Damn, he shouldn't have fired that secretary. She could do the dividend cheques and mail them in a couple of hours. He'd have to do it by hand since he had never learned how to use that particular program on the company computer. He set to work, pausing only long enough to ensure that the front door to his office was locked. To get this done he needed no interruptions. The phone continued to ring; more investors with more questions.

Baker finished his task late that afternoon and managed to get the envelopes in the mail before the final pickup for the day. He needed a good, stiff drink, and headed home to complete that very task. He could check his Cayman account from home; he'd done that often enough. Much to his surprise, he was unable to logon. None of the access codes worked; nor did his passwords, old or new. Must be some kind of computer fuck-up he thought. He'd call the bank in the morning from his office and get that straightened out.

Baker didn't sleep well that night. He kept having dreams about investors wanting their money back and holding him hostage until they got it. He was still tired when he headed into the office. He set the phone to answer, instead of going straight to the answering machine. Before he could call his bank in the Caymans, the first of many phone calls for the day started. The cheques he had issued had bounced, NSF. What the hell?

He called his bank and tried to talk to the manager. She was unavailable, but an account manager would call him back within a few minutes. While waiting, he tried to call the bank in the Caymans. The manager would call him back. He was in conference at the moment and couldn't be disturbed.

Finally the account manager of his local bank called him back. No, there were no funds in his business account, and no, he couldn't use the previously arranged line of credit. That account had been frozen and the bank was in the process of issuing a demand for payment. He had 30 days to arrange repayment in full. Stunned, Baker sat back in his office chair, behind his big expensive desk, and wondered just what on earth was going on.

He decided to take an early lunch and try to get back to the Caymans bank later. He went to his favourite restaurant where he was well known, and well regarded. Imagine his surprise when his credit card was refused, as was the next, and the next. He barely had enough cash to cover the check.

He went back to his office to find one of his investors camped out at the door to his office.

Evan Jones was not a happy man. He had met John Baker at a mayoralty function. Baker had a beautiful young woman on his arm, and oozed charm and wealth. Long story short, he had bought into the spiel that Baker was selling and decided to invest about half of his portfolio with Baker's investment company. 

Mr. Jones hadn't got as far as he had in life by being a fool. When he first received the mysterious email a couple of days ago, he started doing some checking on his own. No, the Chartered Accountants ostensibly auditing Baker's company were not only not auditing it, they had never even heard of it. Of course Baker hadn't returned his phone call yesterday, certainly 2 red flags. Then he had received a dividend cheque from Baker, only to have payment refused for non sufficient funds. The third red flag. Now Mr. Jones wasn't only worried, he was furious. Not only at Baker, who more than deserved it, but at himself, for going against his gut feeling and falling for the schmooze.

Now he was sitting outside Baker's office waiting for his return. He'd wait as long as he had to. Finally John Baker showed up. He tried to hide his misgivings about having one of his more recent investors waiting outside his office. He invited Mr. Jones in and, in a way that had helped him sell millions of dollars worth of phony investments, reassured the reluctant Mr. Jones that it was all a big misunderstanding. Only later did Jones realize that Baker hadn't answered his pointed questions about the auditors.

Meanwhile, as soon as Evan Jones had left, Baker again locked the office and called the bank in the Caymans. The manager, initially reluctant to speak with him, eventually did. He wondered what his bank had done to deserve having Mr. Baker close his account and transfer all the money out of it. Of course this was news to Baker, and he hung up the phone realizing that maybe, just maybe, everything he had worked toward, namely enriching himself at other's expense, had been for nothing. He began to realize he was flat broke except for the house he now lived in, and it had a sizeable mortgage on it.

He was a very worried and scared man as he locked his office and drove home in his leased Mercedes. Somehow, he thought, his missing wife had to have something to do with all of this. But how? She knew nothing about his business affairs; he had made sure of that. And anyway, she almost needed his help to balance her cheque book every month. No, it had to be something, someone else. But who? Not his investors, surely. They got their dividend cheques regularly and had no problem except for today. He made a mental note to call into the bank and speak with the manager personally. The manager being a woman, he was sure he could get her to see his way. It had always worked before.

Baker couldn't believe that the police were sitting in his driveway waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of his Mercedes, he was handcuffed and placed in the back of the police cruiser. He was read his rights by the passenger, as the car sped down the street toward the police detachment. To his surprise, it didn't stop there, but continued on to the courthouse. There Baker was led, still in handcuffs behind his back, into a judge's chambers where sat the judge, behind his imposing desk, a crown special prosecutor, and much to his surprise, his own lawyer.

He was relieved to find that this had nothing to do with Honey. His feeling of relief was short lived when the special crown prosecutor laid out the charges. He was under investigation for fraud and theft, numerous counts on each charge. Other charges were, as they were meeting, being filed. By the time the prosecutor finished speaking Baker was in a cold sweat. Outwardly composed and feigning outrage at this treatment, he was realizing that his world as he knew it was coming to an end. Bond would be one million dollars and Baker would have to surrender his passport.

By taking a second mortgage on his home, Baker was able to post bond. His lawyer assured him that they would be able to successfully fight the charges, and with a handshake, left Baker standing on the steps of the courthouse, with no way home except to walk. Baker would deliver the passport to the court tomorrow since it was in his safe deposit box with the bank. This, of course, was a blatant lie. Baker was going to try and run for it, tonight.

As he walked home, after all it was only about two miles, he planned his escape. Thankfully he'd had to foresight to keep an emergency stash of money at home, together with his passport. He'd book an immediate flight to South America as soon as he got home. From there, he could get to the Caymans to find out what the manger had been talking about. He had never closed the account, and despite what he had been told, believed he still had nearly ten million dollars on deposit there.

He arrived home just in time to see his Mercedes being loaded onto a flat deck trailer. The driver, used to being abused by all sorts of people, let Baker rant, then just gave him a copy of the seizure order. His lease payment had not been made on time. If he wanted to discuss it, call the dealership. The driver was just doing his job.

Slowly Baker trudged up the drive and, somewhat unsteadily unlocking the door, went into his house. Of course Honey wasn't there. He hadn't seen her since the day she was admitted to the hospital. He was positive that she had nothing to do with all of the events of the last couple of days. She just didn't have the brains for it.

He poured a good, stiff Scotch and called Air Canada, trying to book an immediate flight to South America. They had none available until two days from now, however American and United both flew daily to all major cities in South America. Perhaps he could book with them. He called the toll-free number for American. If he could get to Seattle, they had a flight leaving for Chile at 1:00AM the next morning. He had about 9 hours to get to Seattle in time for that flight. Too far to drive, and anyway, he didn't have a car. He was able to book a flight on Alaska Airlines to Seattle. It would get him into Seattle in plenty of time to catch his flight to Chile.

Somewhat relieved that finally things seemed to be going his way, Baker went into his home office and opened the safe containing a stash of 200 thousand dollars, his passport, and other important papers. Relieved that it was all there, he went into the bedroom and packed a small bag, packing only the essentials needed for a couple of days. Anything else he needed, he could buy at his destination. He called a taxi and was informed that the fare to Kelowna International Airport would be approximately $150, but they could have a car at his door in twenty minutes. He assured the dispatcher that this was satisfactory, poured another Scotch, and sat to wait for the taxi.

For what he thought was the final time, John Baker locked the front door of his home. Since he was travelling light, the cabbie didn't need to help him with his bag. He settled into the back seat, resigned to spending at least an hour and a half getting to the airport. At least they wouldn't hit rush hour; he time to spare to catch his flight to Seattle.

Almost five hours later, John Baker was unlocking the door to the house he thought he'd never see again. Try as he might, he was unable to talk his way off of the no fly list and onto an airplane. Yes, that was him, yes that was his birthday and passport number, but he had never supported the Tamil Tigers. He wasn't even all that sure he knew who they were. The airport people were as adamant as they were apologetic. There was no way Mr. Baker would be catching a flight to Seattle or anywhere else this evening. The matter would have to be straightened out in Ottawa, and that could take a few days. Admitting defeat, Baker arranged for another taxi back to Melville. 

Chapter 7

Adam, Sheila and Honey knew nothing of what was going on with John Baker. Oh, Adam knew about the bank accounts and other things, but not the details of what Baker was going through. It had only been a couple of days, but he could sense that Honey was responding to Sheila's treatment. At least she no longer sounded or talked like a doormat.

A week after Honey had been hidden away from John Baker Adam received a call from his friend Josh.

"Adam, I'm trying to get hold of Honey Baker. Do you know where she is?" he asked.

"Matter of fact, I do. She's sitting on my patio drinking coffee with my sister at this very moment, why?" Josh wouldn't call unless it was important.

"I've got some news for Mrs. Baker. Can I come out and see her, or would she prefer to come into the detachment?"

"Uh, well, I think she'd prefer that you come out here. How about we throw in a lunch? You can talk to her then."

"Deal. I'll see you in awhile." Josh ended the call. Well, it would either be welcome news, or a disaster. It depended upon how she felt about what her husband had done now.

Josh pulled up to the house just as Adam was leaving the garage. "See you made it. Guess you public servants will do anything for free food," laughed Adam.

"Yeah, well, you know how our poor salaries are," Josh laughed in return. "Look, before we go in, John Baker was found in his house this morning. He's been dead for two or three days. The coroner is still investigating, but it looks like he took an overdose of sleeping pills washed down with half a bottle of Scotch."

"Oh, shit. Where does that leave her?"

"Well, she's a widow. Other than that, it looks like everything will have to be handled by a receiver. It's quite a mess. I just found out he was under investigation for numerous counts of fraud and theft. They had a special prosecutor handling the investigation. From what little they told me, he was looking at serious time. And he's got a bunch of really pissed investors, his victims, screaming from the rafters. Some very important people are thoroughly pissed, and embarrassed."

"Holy oh shit. I wasn't aware. Do you think she had anything to do with it?"

"No, there's no indication she was involved at all. Unfortunately Baker didn't leave a note or anything. Just a whole bunch of debt. He'd just remortgaged his house to post bond for the fraud and theft charges."

"Come on, the women are out on the patio. I guess that's as good a place as any to break this to her. Just remember, she's had a pretty bad time of it. Sheila's treatments are just starting to work. Hope this doesn't set her back." Adam led Josh through the house and out onto the patio.

After the introductions were made, Josh told Honey why he was there, and gave her as much information as he could, which really wasn't all that much. More would come out in the ensuing days, but for now, as the next of kin, she had to decide what to do with the body after the coroner finished his investigation to confirm suicide. He would call Honey here, if it was all right, to discuss it in the next day or so.

During the lunch that followed, Honey didn't say or eat much, almost as if trying to digest the news that the policeman had delivered. She felt neither sorrow nor relief, just a sort of numbness that comes with receiving, what would be under normal circumstances, bad news. Her problem was she didn't think it was all that bad. Though she wanted away from Baker entirely, she hadn't wanted him dead. It would take her awhile to come to terms with it.

As Josh was preparing to leave, Adam asked, "What now Josh? I mean, with Honey. She obviously had nothing to do with his death or any of his business dealings. Where does she stand in all this?"

Josh had sort of been prepared for the question, expecting that it would be Honey who asked, "I really don't know. As far as I know as of about an hour ago, the prosecutor was going to assign the whole file to an administrator, and all them to sort out the whole mess. I know that at some point they'll want to interview her." He turned to Honey, "Honey, are you going to stay here? Is this where you can be contacted?"

Adam answered for her, "She'll be here. I've already told her she can stay as long as she needs or wants to. She's still recovering from the hospital."

Josh nodded. As he walked out to his cruiser said, "Okay, I'll let the powers that be know. They'll advise you when they want to talk to her. You'll bring her in?"

Adam nodded, "Whenever they need, or they could come out here." Josh thanked his friend and drove off back into town.

Adam returned to the patio where the women sat waiting. Honey spoke for the first time in quite awhile, "You know I never expected that would ever happen. I thought maybe I'd just get away and never hear his name again. I don't know what he was up to, but if they had a special prosecutor..."

"Honey, I don't know all the details," answered Adam, "but he was running what's called a Ponzi Scheme. Do you know what that is?" She shook her head, no. "Okay, what he does, or what they do is make promises of huge returns on any money that someone invests in his or their company, usually some kind of investment company supposedly trading in stocks, bonds, that sort of thing. Simplified, what happens is that new investor's money is used to pay the promised returns to older investors. Baker took it one step further, and stole from his investors as well, salting the money away in a bank in the Cayman Islands. Okay so far?"

"So, that's the fraud and theft that Josh talked about?" Sheila asked.

"Pretty much. Baker's problems began when I was able to log onto his business computer. Being the arrogant ass that he was, he thought his security measures were adequate. They weren't. Long story short, I opened new accounts in different banks and stole all his money back from him. It's sitting in the accounts now."

"So you have..." started Honey.

"Well, in a matter of speaking. I'd prefer that this doesn't go any further than the three of us for now, but I opened two accounts, one for the money that Baker stole, and a second one. What I hope to do is anonymously advise the administrator the details of the accounts and where and how to retrieve the money. There's almost nine million dollars. The investors won't recoup everything, but they'll get some of their money back, eventually."

"You mentioned a second account. What's that about?" asked Sheila, still trying to digest what her brother had done. Is stealing from a thief illegal? She wasn't about to worry about it. Adam could cover his tracks pretty well, and he hadn't obtained any of the money for himself.

"Yeah, there is. I promise full disclosure when the time comes. Until then, we never had this conversation. Right?" Adam replied.

Both of the women nodded. Honey was really worried, even scared, at what was going on. She thought that somehow she could be held responsible for all this mess. She and Sheila talked it over after Josh had returned to the garage. In the end, Honey agreed that it was useless to worry since there was so much they didn't know. Between them, they decided that they would do nothing and let Adam do all the talking except when it came to a formal interview with Honey. Sheila told her that either she or Adam, or both, would sit in with her.




Honey B



Sheila knew, that as a doctor of psychology, she could testify to Honey's mental state, and if they did need a lawyer, Adam's was as good as any in the area. They hoped it wouldn't come to that.

A couple of weeks went by. The three had gotten into a routine that varied little. Adam handled his business mostly from home anyway, so spent most days in his office. He would occasionally go to town and work from there, or go visit a client. He kept his overnight trips to a minimum. Honey had John Baker's remains cremated, and the ashes scattered in the area of the cemetery set aside for that purpose. Only the undertaker was there, no one else.

Sheila continued to work with Honey. They'd have a counselling session in the morning then go for a walk around the property somewhere, always accompanied by Teddy. After lunch and a short rest, there would be another session. Now that the fear of John Baker was eliminated, Honey responded well and quickly to treatment. 

Sheila would hate to leave, but knew she had to get back to her own home. She missed Jack and her kids. Telephone and Skype didn't substitute for actually being there. They understood why she had to be here, but it was time to go. Adam offered to pay her air fare, but Sheila preferred to drive. It would only take her about three days.

Tears were freely flowing as Sheila took her leave. She promised Honey that she would be available if needed for the expected interviews. Adam made it plain that if she had to come back, she would fly and he would be paying; no argument.

She hugged Honey and whispered, "Take care of my baby brother. He really cares for you, and I know you care for him. Let nature take its course." Honey hugged her back without saying anything. The look on her face was enough.

Adam walked her out to her car. "Is there anything along the lines of what you were doing that I can help Honey with?"

"No, I think I've done most of what I can do. The rest is up to her. She can call me anytime if she has questions. It's just a matter of her doing the work we talked about."

"Okay, Sis, I'll take your word for it. I don't know if I can ever repay you for this, you know. You went above and beyond, way above." Adam opened the car door for her and gave her a big hug.

"Just look after Honey, and yourself. She cares for you, you know. Really, really cares for you. Just be good to her." Sheila returned the hug, got into her car and drove off, hardly able to see the road through her tears.

Chapter 8

Not long after Sheila left, Honey was asked to come into town for interviews, first with the special prosecutor and then with the administrator assigned to straightening out the whole mess Baker had left behind. Adam assured her he would stay with her, and if they wouldn't let him, he'd get his lawyer to sit in.

The interviews went easier than expected. The prosecutor was able to determine, quite quickly, that Honey knew nothing of John Baker's business affairs. He had deposited enough in a joint chequing account to pay for household expenses. Her monthly allowance, or whatever she needed to spend, came out of that. She had only attended a few functions with her husband. Most of the time he was accompanied by his secretary at the time or some other woman he conned into being with him. Yes, she knew about his affairs, and yes he beat her. She had just began to learn over the past few weeks working with Sheila that there was something she could have done, but she certainly didn't know it at the time. The interview ended with the assurances that Honey would be out at Adam's property for the time being. She felt safe out there.

The interview with the administrator went much the same way. He hadn't been able to discover what had happened to all the money Baker had stolen. He'd traced it to a bank in the Cayman Islands, but that account had been closed and the money moved. The bank had no knowledge of where the missing money had been deposited, and Baker certainly wasn't able to tell them.

He readily acknowledged that Honey had no knowledge whatsoever of her late husband's business affairs, and certainly hadn't profited from them. He advised that the house had been over-mortgaged and the bank was in the process of foreclosing. If she wanted, Honey could talk to the bank about getting anything she needed out of the house. Since she and Sheila had taken everything that Honey wanted at the time, there was nothing left there that had any interest for her. The bank could have the house and all the contents. He thanked Honey for coming in and said that as far as he was concerned, she was in the clear and probably need not be interviewed again.

As Adam and Honey left the office, Adam picked up the administrator's business card. Good, it had his business email on it.

"So, Honey. What about getting some lunch now that you're a free woman?" Adam laughed.

"I'd love some, but first can we go to the bank? I want to get an account in my own name. I don't know if there's anything left in that joint account, but if there is I want to move it." For the first time in a long, long time, Honey sounded assertive.

"Okay, let's just walk. It's only a few blocks." Honey took his arm and together they walked down to the bank. They were able to get in to see the manager right away and get her to assist Honey. Since she was the sole beneficiary, there wasn't really any problem. The necessary papers had already been provided to the bank. There was one question, however. What about the safe deposit box?"

Honey had no idea what the manager was talking about. She didn't know about any safe deposit box, and was certain she'd never seen a key for one. Perhaps it was in the safe in her husband's office at the house. 

The manager advised that the safe was found open and empty when the police began their investigation into his death. The keys couldn't be located in the house or in Baker's downtown office, either. The box would have to be drilled, and no, Honey didn't need to be there for that. They would advise her when it had been done. Any contents would be kept in safekeeping until she could claim them.

Satisfied that their business with the bank was finished, Honey and Adam walked up the street to a small family owned diner to get some lunch.

They settled into a booth, and after giving their orders to the young server Honey said, "you know, Adam, this whole thing seems so surreal. It's almost as if it's a dream that I'm involved in. I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you and Sheila. I don't think I would have survived it."

Adam thought for a minute before answering, "Look, you getting well is all the thanks I really need or want. Baker was a liar, a thief, and a bully. I didn't know you from, well, Eve, since I'm Adam, but I hate, absolutely loath people like him. I wanted to ruin him in the worst way, but I didn't want him dead. I wanted him to suffer, for a long, long time. Like most bullies, he turned out to be a coward in the end."

"But you, you and Sheila. You've done so much. I don't think I can ever repay you, either of you," Honey replied. "You've both done so much."

"Well, I don't think I've done all that much unless giving you a place to live until you get straightened out counts. You needed help, simple as that."

Honey wasn't convinced, but let it drop. "Okay, but I'm buying lunch. As you know the bank let me have all the money in the chequing account, nearly five thousand dollars. At least I can buy lunch. Then I guess I should start looking for an apartment."

"Okay, you buy lunch. As for the apartment, I said you could stay with me as long as you needed or wanted to."

"Yes, but now I have some money I don't want to be a burden anymore."

"Five thousand won't get you far," Adam said, flatly, "that's maybe a few months rent and some groceries. Look, you're not a burden. Why not worry about accommodations after we're sure the dust has settled. I'm fairly certain that as far as you're concerned it's all over, but until you have it in writing you never know."

"I suppose you're right. He might have pulled a fast one on me that I don't know about yet," Honey replied, resigned to making the best of what could be a bad situation. And, she didn't really want to leave Adam's place. She felt safe and comfortable, and she was liking this gentle giant more and more each day.

That night Adam sent an email to the administrator, using his untraceable account. In it he gave the account access information and the approximate total on deposit in the account he had set up when taking (he didn't think of it as stealing) the money from Baker. The administrator might suspect who had sent the email, but he really didn't have the resources to confirm it. At least the investors would get something back; not much, but something. The second account he had opened for Honey was, of course, not mentioned at all.

Days went by. Adam was busy with his consulting business. Honey had basically taken over the household chores, telling Adam in no uncertain terms that if she was staying there, she was contributing. After arguing about it for a few minutes, Adam resigned himself. When Honey mentioned bringing in the big gun, aka his sister Sheila, he admitted defeat.

A few days after they had been in the bank the manager called to advise that the safety deposit box had been opened and Honey should come in and review the contents. Adam took her to the bank that afternoon where the manager handed her a couple of large envelopes full of documents. She didn't even know what they represented and asked both the manager and Adam. They looked like investment certificates of some kind. The 3 of them decided that the administrator of Baker's affairs should deal with them and arrangements were made for the bank to get the documents to him.

It was nearly two weeks after Adam had taken Honey into town when he found he'd have to take an overnight trip, and it might extend into two nights. Even with Teddy around, Honey didn't feel comfortable being in the big house all by herself. She and Adam talked it over, and it was decided that she'd come with him and sort of make a mini vacation out of it. He had already booked his favourite resort, one that allowed animals since Teddy was part of the team and would keep Honey company during the day while Adam was working.

The packed up their gear and, with Teddy curled up on a blanket in the back of the truck, headed off to Maryville, a drive that would normally take the better part of five hours. It would be the first time Honey had been away from Melville for any length of time since she and John had moved there, and her first time ever in Maryville. She was excited and looking forward to it, something she hadn't experienced in a long time. They chatted away as the miles rolled behind them. They made a couple of rest stops, for themselves and Teddy, or when Adam would point out something of interest along the way.

They arrived in the early afternoon. Adam tried to arrange a second, attached unit to his motel suite only to find that everything was booked up in town due to some kind of festival. The only reason he'd been able to get a unit at short notice was because he was a good, well established customer. He and Honey would just have to share.

Adam opened the door to the unit. It was well furnished and had a separate bedroom with a queen sized bed and all the usual furnishings. The sitting room had a work desk with internet connections as well as the entertainment centre, a sofa, easy chair and assorted coffee and side tables.

"Honey, you take the bedroom. I can sleep on the sofa, it pulls out into a bed as well," said Adam as they began to get settled in.

"Adam, I can't do that. You take the bed and I'll take the sofa. It's only right."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. Since I'll be getting up and leaving to work, I'd only disturb you getting ready, making coffee, 'n stuff. You take the bed." Honey gave a small smile and admitted defeat. She would have the bed, Adam the sofa. Teddy would have his usual spot on the floor near the door.

That settled they relaxed until dinner. Neither wanted anything fancy and found that the restaurant attached to the resort would be more than adequate. After dinner they went for a walk, Teddy running ahead and exploring old territory since he'd been there many times. Honey was thoroughly enjoying just being with this gentle giant, her knight in shining armour, as she put it. She was very attracted to him and becoming more so every day. Her problem was that she didn't know if the attraction was mutual.

Adam was having similar thoughts. He was falling in love with this beautiful, troubled woman. He valued her friendship and companionship and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. He knew she had feeling for him, Sheila had told him, but wasn't sure if it was for him, or a feeling of obligation for what he had done for her. He really, really hoped it wasn't the latter.

Eventually they returned to the resort and settled in for the evening. Adam wouldn't normally bother with the TV, but felt that maybe Honey would want to watch a movie. He settled on a movie he'd heard about but never seen.

"Adam, I'm going to change. Is there anything in the fridge to drink?" she asked.

"I don't know. Usually there's some half bottles of wine or soft drinks. I'll check," Adam opened the small fridge. "We have Coke, white wine, red wine or water," he called out.

"Could I have some white wine, please?" she replied. "I'll be right out."

Adam poured two glasses of the Pinot Gris and settled onto the sofa. Honey joined him moments later, dressed in her PJ's, a housecoat and fuzzy pink bunny slippers. Adam hadn't seen those before, she never wore them in the house, and burst out laughing.

"I've never seen those on a grown woman," he continued laughing so hard that he had to put the drinks down.

She settled beside him on the sofa and punched his arm, giggling, "You leave my pink bunnies alone. They're warm and comfortable and I like them."

Still laughing, Adam handed her a glass of wine. "To friends," he raised his glass to clink the rim of hers.

"To friends and to guardian angels. I don't think I'll ever forget you or Sheila," she replied.

Adam didn't say anything, just gave her a long, considering look and settled back onto the sofa. Honey snuggled up beside him, tucking her feet underneath her in the way that only women seem to be able. She snuggled closer to him, rested her head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly. For the first time in a long time she felt almost happy.

"Adam, why haven't you tried to kiss me?" she asked. "Don't you like me? Aren't I attractive enough?"

Adam, caught by surprise by the question thought for a few seconds before answering, "I've been attracted to you since that first day down by the creek when I caught you trespassing. I value your friendship and love having you in the house with us, me and Teddy. I didn't and don't want to jeopardize that." He took a sip of wine and continued, "I know you're in some way attracted to me, Sheila told me. But I hope it's not because of what I did, getting you away from Baker. I hope it's just for me being me. But I don't know."

She really hadn't thought of that. While she appreciated everything that had been done for her, the thought of her feelings for him being as a result of some sense of obligation hadn't really occurred to her. "Adam, I hadn't thought of it that way. I like, I think I'm falling in love with you, not what you did for me. You're one of the kindest, most unpretentious men I've ever met." She reached up and pulled his head down to her for a kiss. "I've been dreading the day when I have to leave. It's more of a home than I think I've ever had."

"I told you from the get go, you can stay as long as you need, or until you want to leave. Your call. And I meant it, every word." He gently kissed her back. "You went through a really bad time. I didn't want to rush anything, but I don't want you to leave either, until you want to. Am I making sense to you? I'm not sure I am to me."

Honey slowly pulled away from him and sat her wine glass on the side table, then launched herself into his arms. "You thickhead. For a smart guy you can be pretty dumb sometimes. I just told you, I didn't want to leave, that I was dreading the day I would have to." She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He had to put his wine down, and then wrapped his arms around her. They stayed that way for sometime not moving or talking.

Adam broke the silence, "Does that mean you're staying on the sofa with me tonight?" She couldn't see that he was grinning.

Honey giggled, "Well, I could, but wouldn't it be better if we shared the bed. I'm sure it's more comfortable. She gave him a long, lingering kiss. "Definitely, sharing the bed is the way to go. Adam, I'm not sure about making love, but I just want to be held, held by you while we sleep. Can we do that?" 

"Of course, sweetheart. I promise. No pressure. But, I'd better change into something other than my jeans." He released her and stood up. I'll just be a couple of minutes."

"I'll be waiting for you, in bed. Hurry."

Adam changed to his normal sleepwear, sweats and t-shirt and joined Honey in the bedroom. "Which side?"

"Which what?"

"Which side? What side of the bed do you prefer?"

"Um, left I guess. Yes, left," nobody had ever asked her that before.

"Good, you get left. Now shove over, you're hogging my side of the bed," Adam laughed as he pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed. "I hope you're not wearing your fuzzy bunnies."

She giggled, not saying a word. She turned her back to him and moved back until they were spooned together. He wasn't sure what to do with his free arm until she took his hand in hers and pulled it around her. Contentedly, she sighed. "Why did this take so long?"

"I guess we're both a bit gun-shy," he said quietly. "We've both been too hurt, too often. No more."

"For sure, no more." Honey drifted off to sleep, held securely in the arms of the man she had come to love.

Morning came too early. Adam woke up to find that during the night they had reversed positions and his back was to Honey and she was holding onto him. Gently he removed her arm so he could get up. He didn't want to, but he did have to do some work. He put the coffee and showered and shaved while it was brewing. Honey slept on, a small smile on her face, gently snoring.

He drank his coffee and got his equipment together. He was meeting with his customer for breakfast, a normal routine. He quietly went into the bedroom and kissed Honey, "See you later, sweetheart. One of us has to go to work."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, lingering kiss. "That's better. That'll have to do us 'til later."

Reluctantly he left her to go back to sleep and went to work.

Chapter 9

The next night was a repeat of the first, just snuggling together to sleep. Adam knew that Honey was hesitant and was content to let her call the shots. The fact they had gotten this far was more than he had hoped for. Making love would come when she was ready; he could wait.

The morning of the third day away from home, they woke up early. Adam wanted to get back home as soon as possible. Honey didn't really care one way or the other, as long as she was with Adam. Teddy, of course, didn't care too much either. As long as he was with his people he was good. They didn't dawdle on the way home, and made it in just less than five hours. 

Over a quick coffee after they had arrived home, Adam explained that he had to go into the office for a couple of hours to finish what he had been working on. What he didn't tell Honey was that he was going to check with the prosecutor and the administrator to make sure Honey was, indeed, in the clear and no action was pending against her. He didn't want that hanging over her head.




Honey, Be A Good Slut, Fuck Him!



[Note to all female readers of this story: If any of you think this describes your dream, ideal marriage -- if you have an insatiable hunger burning between your thighs that you'd love a husband to stoke and satisfy -- then by god, send me an email for feedback, why aren't you and I dating yet?]

[Second Note: This story has been edited to remove material that cause a small but vociferous number of complaints , objecting to some material that was not meant to cause a Roe v. Wade debate. I'm not posting stories to piss anyone off. The story flows nicely without the offending material anyway.]

The handsome stranger's eyes immediately riveted on my wife's perky B-cup tits, already semi-hard nipples pointing right at him as he entered the front door of our house. Her see-through camisole didn't hide a thing, it merely shadowed her firm round breasts in a darker color. Stacie was frozen in place, not expecting anyone to be accompanying me as I got home from work. Standing in place in our foyer, her back slightly arched, my almost-nude wife looked at the face of the handsome stranger without much of a reaction.

I shut the front door, standing patiently to the side, and watched these two get their first look at each other. Besides the see-through black camisole, Stacie was wearing only a black lace thong. I'd called her from the car, telling her I wanted her dressed in her "Sunday best" when I got home -- it was our code word for one of these little slutty outfits. She'd probably figured I wanted to get some for myself after an extra-long day at work. Instead I'd detoured to pick up this guy Andrew. As Stacie was now finding out, Andrew was pretty much a good find. Standing several inches taller than me, he was easily over 6 feet, he had broad shoulders, thick torso, fit tummy and hips, and really powerful-looking thighs in his slacks. He had a buzz-cut on the dome and two-day stubble on his square, steely chin. Cold blue eyes were set deep behind an unobtrusive nose.

I hardly had to see much of Andrew's reaction to Stacie; he'd seen several pictures of MPEGs I'd sent him of my slutty wife. I think, I could tell from his face, that Stacie was as hot in person as he'd guessed from her pictures and movies.

So I focused on my wife, absorbing her reaction with satisfaction. Her eyes first caught his, seeing that he was a complete stranger to her. Her eyes then flickered down to his manly chest, his firm waistline, this thick thighs. I could tell she was sizing the package in his slacks; her gaze lingered on his crotch. Then she looked up again at Andrew's face, finding the stranger staring at her basically nude tits, then down at her thin hips and the tight little thong on her pussy mound. Her body didn't flinch, she remained standing still as her body was scanned over by this stud stranger.

Time for introductions, of course. I meekly coughed to break the moment of ice as my wife and this stud looked each other over. "This is my very horny wife," I needlessly told Andrew, "who I'm sure is glad to meet you." Stacie didn't break a smile, just looking right into Andrew's eyes. I continued, "Baby, this is a new friend, he wanted to meet you."

My brunette wife's face turned up a little smile. "Hi," she breathed almost silently.

I pretended to guffaw. "Baby, is that any way to welcome a guest?" I shook my head. "Go over and make him feel welcome -- why don't you go suck his cock for him and show him what a hot little cocksucking slut you are, I bet he'd like that."

Andrew snickered, leaning against the closed door. I'd told him, watch, she'll suck you off the moment you walk in the door. And do I know my wife or what? Stacie let out only the smallest of smiles, really looking very calm, as she stepped over to Andrew and immediately dropped to her knees. Andrew looked at me with satisfaction, kind of a "you were right!" look, as he parted his knees a little and stood upright. My petite wife's small hands were already opening his belt and, a moment later, unfastening and unzipping his trousers. Zzzzip. She pulled the zipper right down, and without wasting a moment her hands went up to the top edge of the slacks. Her fingers hooked under the slacks and his underwear inside, tugging them down. Andrew helped push them down a bit, over his ass, until she could freely pull them to his ankles.

His fat erection dropped right into my wife's face. I made sure to pick a good "new friend." His meat was 8 inches long and as thick as a fist at the base. The swollen head was already leaking precum, glistening in the foyer's bright lights. Man he was already turned on before we got to my house, and seeing Stacie's sexy body obviously helped. Myself, I was rock-hard in my pants, seeing my wife kneeling almost naked in front of a guy whose name she didn't know, about to suck his dick on command.

"Long enough for you?" I laughed to her.

Stacie's hand was now at the base of Andrew's dick, stroking it, pointing the cockhead to her mouth. "Oh I love your huge cock," she muttered, not taking her eyes off of it. "I love big cocks so much."

What a fucking slut, a second later her puffy red lips were wrapped around Andrew's cockhead. He groaned, pushing his pelvis forward to her wet warm mouth. Stacie has sucked dozens of cocks in front of me, and she is one fucking awesome suck. Making a vacuum in her mouth she sucked his dick deep into her mouth, her tongue licking the soft underside, until the cockhead was at the back of her mouth. She paused, sucking it hard, putting her hands up on his thighs. Then she pulled back so he could feel the force of the vacuum in her mouth, tugging at the skin of his fat penis, until just his head was in her mouth. She paused again, wetting her mouth, and she went back down again. Deeper she went, her lips and mouth swallowing this stranger's huge erection, then back up to the top. She wasn't even bothering to look up at him; if she had, she'd have seen him grinning, watching this other man's wife suck his cock so hard.

"Jesus she's good," he muttered to himself after just a couple of sucks.

Stacie kept working up and down the shaft, sucking it, until after a few strokes she let it fall out of her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the wet base, her palm flat against it, and she pumped the hard shaft a few times spreading her saliva and his precum over the shaft. Her hand made sticky noises as it pumped his thick fat shaft. After a few strokes, she pulled his cock down hard with her hand to the base, against his balls, and her mouth moved again over the cockhead. She stuck out her tongue and licked around the rim, then turning her mouth, licked down the shaft to her fist, then back up the other side. Andrew loved the feeling, he groaned and even giggled. Stacie took that as encouragement. My sexy brunette spouse licked up and down the shaft, her tongue sliding all over, darting to taste his hard male prick.

Her lips then swallowed the head and she shoved his cock down her mouth again. Dropping her hands to her own thighs, she leaned up on her knees to get herself leaning forward more. Andrew pushed his penis forward into my wife's mouth. Stacie's eyes were still closed, as she started squirming forward, pushing this long male dick into her throat. I could see her neck expanding, and I watched her lips move forward until they were literally at the base of his penis, his balls on her chin. She was fucking him with her throat now. Andrew loved it and groaned at the tightness of her neck. Stacie held her breath and kept him in her throat a few moments, then she pulled back, gasping for air but not gagging.

"Good, you slut, make him feel welcome," droned Stacie's very-aroused husband. Then in a moment of truth, I grinned in satisfaction, "You are such a fucking whore, sucking his cock after just meeting him, you are so fucking slutty."

Stacie moved her lips to one side of his cockhead and stuck out her tongue to lick over to the other side, as her hand grabbed the fat base again to pump it. "God it's so big," she moaned, looking up at me, "I love big cocks so much, he is so big."

I shook my head in a chuckle. "Don't tell me you like it, tell him, tell him what you like."

My wife, returning to sit on her ankles, looked up diffidently at the stranger, with her tongue swirling around his cockhead. "Baby your dick is so huge, I love big dicks, I want you to fuck me so hard tonight."

It's like Andrew had never met a married woman who begged him to fuck her two minutes after meeting him. He looked at her with a smile, then at me with a laugh, then back down to her. "I bet you fuck so good," he guessed correctly.

"MMM I do!" Stacie grinned up to him. She put her lips around his cockhead and slurped the shaft into her mouth again, not into her throat, but just deep enough, sucking it hard, letting him feel the wetness of her mouth and tongue. Bobbing her mouth up and down his fat shaft a few times, she finally pulled her mouth off leaving his cock drooling in her spit. She pulled her fist up to the top of the shaft, spreading the gooey saliva around his skin, as her eyes rolled up to his face. "I love your cock, you're so handsome, so fucking hot, I'll be your slut tonight, fuck me all night with your big cock baby!" She punctuated her request with a wet sloppy kiss on the tip of his dick.

I so lust for my wife, who is such a complete slut around other hot men and women. I mean, she only met the guy, doesn't know his name, and already was begging to be his slut. In fact, knowing her, I knew her next request to him.

Stacie continued to suck his fat cock, which was pulsating heat in her mouth, she could feel how alive it was, how badly it wanted to drive into her wet pussy, as she licked and kissed and sucked it. "God I'd be your girlfriend, I'd fuck you all the time, anytime you wanted, your dick is so huge and delicious baby!"

"Now now, don't get too excited you slut," I laughed, "he's married."

While Andrew scowled at the disappointing truth, Stacie smiled up at him. "Mmm, I'll do things your wife never does for you, I'll lick your ass and eat your other girlfriend's pussy, if you stick your big dick in me tonight sweetie!"

My new friend was almost about to keel over with dizziness. Not in his wildest dreams did he think his personal ad on that adult website would lead to meeting a slut like this. Andrew looked over at me watching to the side, and with praise he shrugged, "Man you have one great wife here, Derek."

I nodded. "Don't I know it!" I turned to look down at Stacie still slurping Andrew's long thick penis. Her thin triangular face was also glistening with saliva too, as his penis rubbed her cheeks and chin during her blowjob. With not so much a request as an order, although I hardly had to encourage her, I snarled out a command. "Get naked you little whoring slut, then help your new friend get naked."

Stacie gave Andrew's cock one more lick, then she rose to her little feet, all 5 foot 4 of her in front of his over-6 foot frame. Her skinny torso and flat tummy revealed the many hours she spends in the gym every day, in part to work out and in part to meet muscular men who fuck her all the time. She peeled off her camisole to reveal her naked bosom to Andrew. Her nipples were now fully erect, little brown knobs pointing right at him. She hooked her thumbs under her thong's high arching straps on her hips, and bending over she peeled off the useless black thong. As she stepped out of it, Andrew was gazing down at her completely bald pussy. Stacie's little kitty is so delicious; light pink lips, knobby clitty with barely any hood so it peeks right out. As she stood up, aware that he was eyeing her cunt, Stacie did a pirouette for him, turning her slender back to him with her long black hair halfway down her spine; then, standing up, she leaned forward and spread her knees, showing off her fine round little butt and wet cuntlips under it. My wife looked back over her shoulder at him, making sure he was approving of what he saw.

"Do you wanna fuck it?" purred my wife of her body.

Andrew hardly had to answer before she was standing up again, stepping over to him. She was so petite next to his manly physique. Andrew was already unbuttoning his shirt, but Stacie lifted her hands to help him, and he put his hands down. Actually, he put his hands on her tits, cupping and stroking them softly, not caring that Stacie's husband was watching right there. Stacie giggled and leaned forward, pushing her tits into his hands, as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was hairy, thick we black curls over muscles and a fairly toned chest. The guy kept in shape. Stacie helped him peel off his shirt so he was topless, or more accurately, naked from his knees up. She knelt down to unfasten his shoes and pull them off, one by one, then she slipped off his pants and underwear. He was just in socks now, which she unrolled and removed.

His cock was sticking straight out at her, he was so fucking hard. My wife and this guy were completely naked now, and the foyer of our house smelled of nudity. Stacie tossed Andrew's clothing to the side and stood up next to him, her slender, tiny body looking so frail next to his powerful physique. Stacie's body was more tan too, a nice contrast to Andrew's office-bound paler skin. I know my wife, she loves hairy chests, so as she stood next to her naked friend she rubbed the side of her face against his manly chest, while her hand clasped around his erect penis. Andrew's hand slide down her long hair and soft back to her little ass, squeezing and fondling Stacie's tush. Stacie's mouth opened to lick Andrew's nipple, which made Andrew shudder and also made him think about her nipples. He pushed my wife back a step as he bent over, and she watched him lean his mouth down to her chest and take one of her tits into his mouth. Stacie put her hands on his shoulders, encouraging him, pushing her breast into a wet manly mouth. "Oh fuck yes," moaned my wife as this man sucked her naked boob.

Andrew's hand was now down between her soft thighs, sliding up, and her eyes closed and her body shuddered when his fingers hit her vagina. She ground her pelvis into his fingers, masturbating herself for a moment, pressing her breast into his mouth. "Ohhh gawwwd!" my wife shrieked at the contact on her pussy.

I watched him finger my wife's clit a few moments, then broke into their fun with an order to my wife. "Take him into the other room," I growled, "looks like he needs to get fucked so badly."

Stacie didn't respond to me, but she did as told. "C'mon baby," she forced herself to purr, reaching for his penis again to lead him into the other room. Andrew stood up and allowed himself to be pulled by his dick into our living room. Actually, it's more of a fuck room than a living room. When we had our house built a year ago, I had this room designed for Stacie to entertain her friends. Three leather sofas were on the three walls, and in the middle was a plush carpet. What you couldn't see was, under the carpet, I had the floor sunk with a hole for a King-size mattress. As Andrew stepped on the carpet, he felt the carpet give way under his feet, and like all of our first-time visitors, he laughed thinking something was wrong. But in a moment he realized the floor responded like a bed.

Stacie was already getting on her knees in the middle of the carpet, while her adoring husband slumped into one of the sofas watching quietly. Andrew looked at me as if I needed to initiate the fucking, and actually, I didn't mind. Ignoring my wife from the process, I asked him, "So what do you wanna do -- have her finish off the BJ, or do you wanna eat her, or just fuck her, what do you want?"

Andrew looked down at my pet wife, her pointy titties and leaking pink cunt waiting for him, and I kind of knew his response before he said it. "All of it," he laughed with me, while Stacie didn't flinch, just looking up sheepishly to him. He shrugged as he thought about it and said, "I got a while, let's do it all -- suck me off, you slut."

Ah, he was getting into the spirit. Andrew stood again in front of my wife on her knees, his legs spread a bit for leverage. She put her mouth over his dick as he reached down to her long jet-black hair. Grabbing the hair he yanked her head hard, shoving his cock into her mouth. Stacie wasn't exactly ready for it as his dick hit the entrance to her throat, and I heard my wife gag a moment, her body reflexively shuddering. Andrew didn't care, nor did I. "Suck his cock you bitch," I growled to her. Andrew was yanking her hair now in two clenched fists, pulling her skull forward without her assistance. Stacie's eyes rolled up to him as he stuffed his erection into her throat again -- I could see her neck bulge -- and this time she choked, as if to throw up. But valiantly she fought it off, letting his stranger fuck her throat hard with his massive cock. She really had to stretch open her jaw, his penis was so fat. He was pushing hard now, really ramming into her face, stuffing that penis into her throat and neck until his balls were pressed up against her chin. He pulled back and simultaneously yanked her head back to withdraw, and my wife took a few gasps of air. Then with his hands clenching her long black hair he jerked her head forward and plunged his dick back into her mouth and throat, and Stacie choked from the sudden intrusion into her neck.

"Fucking bitch!" Andrew groaned, his neck straining as he used all of his might to ram himself into her neck. Stacie's little body, probably only about half his weight or so, was like a rag doll as he yanked her head back and forth on his penis. He was so turned on now, incredibly hard and getting off on using another man's wife. Stacie wasn't resisting, she was trying to stay alive, sucking air whenever his cock pulled out of her throat, sucking and slurping the clear thick mucus that was dripping down his shaft. Then Andrew would yank her skull forward again and stuff that dick into her throat and she'd grunt and gag but let him fuck her as he wanted. Plus, you know, I could see the drips of juice running down the inside of her soft creamy thighs. The slut was getting SO horny from being used like this.

Andrew snickered at how Stacie let him use her mouth and throat so willingly. "Jesus you are a fucking whore aren't you?" he giggled. Stacie nodded meekly, her mouth full of penis at that moment, but her eyes lustful looked up wantonly to the manly older stud.

Then he pulled his fat dick out, all wet with saliva and throat mucus, and he began rubbing it against her 26 year old face. The bitch moaned in delight, turning her face to the side so he could rub that wet shaft over her cheeks and nose and forehead. Her face was getting coated in slime. She rolled around to the other side so he could facefuck her more. "Your cock is so big," moaned my horny spouse, "it's so fucking delicious." Her hands were caressing his hairy powerful thighs, sliding up and down, then they reached all the way up to cup and stroke his dangling hairy balls. She softly cupped and held them while continuing to let Andrew smear his dick all over her face.

I leaned back so comfortable in the sofa, watching my nude wife kneeling in front of this stud and letting him use her like some cheap slut he'd hired -- cheapest, actually, since he wasn't paying a fucking thing for this. My dick ached in my pants, I wanted to haul it out and jerk it off or slip it in Stacie's sexy little butthole, but for the moment I just relaxed and watched.

My brunette wife was moaning in delight with the huge hot penis pulsating against her face. Andrew's fists were full of her hair, holding her skull in place while he masturbated himself by dragging his prick over her cheeks and lips. Finally at long last, still holding her long black hair firmly in his hands, he pulled his ass back until his penis slid down to her mouth again. Stacie's married mouth instantly opened and swallowed the stranger's dick. I watched his eyes roll as he pumped hips pelvis forward, pulling Stacie's long hair and head towards his pelvis. His cock slammed into her mouth again and, after one powerful THRUST forward, he was in her neck. Stacie's entire body convulsed like she wanted to hurl, and her eyes popped out of their sockets. But his arms were so powerful, and his fists were so tight on her long hair, he had total control over her body. Andrew was yanking her mouth and throat down on his bone so that it was shoved up deep in her neck, while she fought to keep her jaw open to give his fat erection room to enter her mouth.




Honey, Be A Good Slut, Fuck Him!



Yeah," I smiled in delight, "fuck the whore's fucking throat dude." I fucking love seeing my wife used like this.

Stacie was doing her best to keep up with Andrew, but he was an animal now. I could see his strong thighs and muscular ass tensed, his arm muscles were bulging and his neck was strained. He was holding my wife's head by her long hair and ramfucking her mouth with his penis. The saliva and mucus were spilling out of her lips each time he pulled back, then he'd just fucking shove it back in there, into her throat making her neck stretch, furiously filling Stacie's throat with that big cock. Stacie's hands were on his hips to steady herself for the throat-banging, and this way she could sense his motions and know when he was coming forward. Andrew was humping her face as hard as he could, his balls crunching into her chin and his sweaty hairy abdomen pressing into Stacie's nostrils with each stroke. Fuck he was so deep! Gripping her hair madly and pummeling her face and throat with his body and erection, he was making spit and mucus splatter all over the place while he fucked harder and faster.

I grinned ear to ear, watching my wife get her throat and neck fucked by this hung stud. I have no idea if she was breathing or what, but for a good five, ten minutes this well-built, 40-something sex fiend was driving his massive 8 inch meat into my wife's open throat. He let go of her hair and instead just clutched her small skull with his fingers and palms, pressing his hands into the sides of her head, bouncing her head like a toy up and down his throbbing erection. His penis oozed and dripped with slime from inside my wife. I could see how much he loved it, his face was all contorted and his heaving breaths were so sexy, as he looked down at my wife on her knees in front of him. I stared at the same sight he did, his thick drooling cock sliding in and out of her lips, stretching her cheeks, then stretching her neck time to time.

Finally, fuck knows how long it lasted, I saw Andrew was getting ready to cum. He was slamming his meat into her throat for longer periods of time each stroke, the pleasure building up in his balls. Stacie's cunt was a flowing faucet by now, her creamy thighs glistening with pussy juice, and even way over here I could smell her cunt. Andrew's grip on Stacie's small head grew tighter, he yanked her skull forward and sunk his boner into her neck, I could see her thin neck bulging. Then he fucking let loose. Not releasing his grip, with her lips all the way down at the bottom of the base of his cock, Andrew started cumming in Stacie, spewing his babymaking jism directly into her tummy. My wife is a fucking professional, she kept her throat deep on his cock while he kept cumming ... and cumming ... and cumming ... fuck, she was letting him drain himself all the way in her, while she kept her breath and kept her mouth down hard on his dick.

Andrew had stopped cumming, pushing my wife back with a strong shove. Her naked body fell back on her ass, her hands behind her, while she heaved to catch her breath. Andrew's erection was huge, red-hot, angry from the tight fucking in my slut's throat. He stood there, hands on his hips, pointing his rigid yet spend dick at my wife's naked body.

"I hope she was a good suck," I deadpanned, only half-serious.

The other married guy in the room chuckled. "Oh fuck!" he laughed before a deeper snicker. "Man I wish my wife would suck my cock that good, fuck!"

Stacie, proud of herself, had now caught her breath and crawled back to Andrew. Remaining on her knees, she grabbed his spent penis with one hand and started slurping and kissing it softly, lovingly. She worshipped its rigid ribs and fat soft head, licking and kissing up and down, looking up at him while sticking out her tongue to wrap it around his unit. The whole time she never once looked over to me, keeping her eyes on her lover. She's one fine fuck, isn't she? "Do I suck it better than your wife?" my wife moaned, already knowing the answer, "your penis is beautiful, I'd want a cock like this to suck every night." Her lips wrapped around the fat head of Andrew's prick, swallowing the soft bulb into her mouth, suckling loudly on it. It was slowly starting to regain its full rigidity, getting ready to my wife again.

I made a "tsk" sound like I was disappointed. "Fuck, bitch, ask him what he wants, c'mon."

Stacie's eyes looked up to Andrew as she pulled her mouth off his penis. She had one hand clasping his shaft, pumping it back and forth slowly now, while her other hand cupped his substantial balls. "What do you want honey?" she purred sweetly to him, "wanna eat my pussy, or do you just wanna FUCK me now?"

"Ooh honey, I bet you have a sweet pussy," he grinned, suggesting his selection.

My long-haired, skinny brunette slutwife beamed a toothy grin as she lowered herself back onto her little ass on the carpet, reaching both of her hands back behind herself to prop up her torso as she spread open her thin creamy thighs. Her legs, especially her calves, stretched with visibly taut muscles, the product of working out in the gym every day to meet muscle-bound studs and horny housewives. I watched Andrew's eyes stare down at Stacie's bald pink pussy when my wife had it totally exposed to him, laying almost flat except for her shoulders and head propped up by her elbows behind her. The submissive bitch was almost shaking with lust, exposing her vagina to a total stranger with a big dick. "I'm so fucking wet," Stacie groaned, "you turn me on so much you stud, your cock is so fucking great, please come down here and lick my fucking kitty."

I've trained Stacie to be ridiculously verbal, I think guys like a slut who has a filthy mouth and tells it like it is in bed. But that's just me. Some guys have told me she talks too much when they fuck her. Hey, you don't like the words coming out of her mouth, stick your cock or tongue in it and it'll shut her up, huh?

She hardly had to tell him to do it. Andrew was already lowering himself down to the carpeted mattress, getting down on his knees. His steely penis was already rock-hard again, so as he leaned over, his cock pressed up against his flat stomach. I was getting pretty fucking hard myself, I probably would have cum instantly if I tried to touch my dick. Watching my nude wife spreading her legs for a naked stranger is just the hottest thing in my life, the look of desperation in her eyes like she hasn't been fucked for weeks. Stacie getting laid just can't happen often enough for me.

Both Stacie and I watched intently as Andrew lowered his face to my wife. His strong hands reached out and grabbed her ass, sliding under her butt and holding it in a powerful grip. The slutty brunette moaned in approval. A moment later his tongue was sticking out of his mouth, lowering down. He didn't waste any time. "Oh fucking god YESSS!" screamed my wife the moment Andrew's manly tongue pressed into her throbbing clitoris. Her head fell back, her long dark hair cascading around her shoulders and on the carpet. Her back arched too, pressing her b-cup tits upward, those gorgeous rock-hard brown nipples pointing at the ceiling. She was so fucking turned on. Her hips buckled, her body shook as Andrew began tonguing her clitty, I was watching his slimy tongue caressing circles around her clit, then alternately digging into it, pressing it into her pelvis. Stacie ground her pelvis up against his mouth, masturbating herself on him, she was so fucking aroused and she was trying to get off right away.

"Fucking eat my kitty honey!" screamed Stacie with a shriek.

Her hands and feet dug into the carpet so she could start to hump his tongue and face harder. Andrew's eyes were looking up at her perky 26 year old titties, soft creamy orbs on her small ribcage. His tongue was smashing hard on her clitty and driving her body in wild convulsions, her hips were trying to rock in circles and her entire body was already pumping up and down. With his hands clutching her buttocks Andrew could keep her body from thrashing out of control and his mouth remained planted on her clitoris, sucking and licking it madly. Her pussyjuice was spilling out, covering his chin and cheeks.

I couldn't resist, I tell you. As I leaned back on the sofa I put my hand over my crotch, just to adjust my erection inside my pants. I could feel my cock was leaking precum badly, my underwear was fucking soaked. Touching my dick for a moment through my clothing was such a relief, I couldn't stop myself from softly rubbing the upper part of my cockshaft to give it some relief.

Andrew was moaning in satisfaction tasting my wife's wet vagina, and Stacie was in heaven feeling her clit getting licked by this stranger. Her head was back now, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of his tongue on her. "Fucking shit oh fucking shit fucking eat me!" screamed my wife at the top of her lungs in our living room, "I'm so fucking horny baby I wanna cum for you!"

I think our new friend liked my wife's cunt. He slid his mouth down from her creamy clitty, poking out of the little fleshy hood, and promptly stuffed his tongue inside her fuckhole. Stacie's jaw dropped and she bellowed, "Fuuuuuck yesss!" as she reached down for her knees with both hands. She pulled her skinny legs way back, almost to her chest, so she was bent backwards in half. She was completely exposing her cunt and ass to this total stranger, letting him lick whatever he wanted to taste. She raised her head to watch herself getting tonguefucked, and her eyes met Andrew's as he was stuffing his tongue deep into her drenched twat.

"I fucking love you fucking me," my wife purred into Andrew's eyes.

Andrew's hands were now sliding up the backs of her thighs, pressing her legs back even farther. Stacie let go of her knees, now that Andrew had hold of her legs, and she reached down to Andrew's head. Pulling his skull into her pelvis she forced his mouth down hard on her vagina, grinding up against it to make herself cum harder. "Oh fuck I'm gonna fucking cum!" Stacie wailed, almost crying. "I'm fucking cumming you fucking stud!"

And my wife's cunt exploded with an orgasm. I could smell it from the sofa. Andrew's face smeared with clear juices while my wife's entire body trembled and stiffened, and she let out her slutty wail that I love hearing. "Eeeeee gawwwwd!" exploded her high-pitched voice, "Ohhh fuuuuuuuck!"

Letting go of her legs, Andrew hooked his arms around Stacie's thighs to put both hands on her tits. I watched him squeeze my wife's soft B-cup breasts then move to pinch her nipples in his thumbs and forefingers. Squeezing those hard knobs intensified her climax, and her wail turned into an outright scream. "Owwwww fuuuuucking gawwwwd!"

His tongue was stuffed deep into her spasming pussy, his lips were flat against her puffy pink vaginal lips. He tonguefucked my wife furiously, I could tell from the motions of his jaw that he was ramming his tongue into the back of that cunt and sliding it all around, tasting every drop of juice inside her cunt.

"Don't fucking stop you god!" Stacie exclaimed, keeping her hands wrapped around his head and his face smashed against her pussy. "Eat my kitty more you fucking beast!"

"She's such a whore," I grunted from the observation deck.

Andrew continued screwing my wife's twat with his tongue, not slowing down the pace for an instant, his tongue stretching open her pussylips and cramming into the tight hole. Letting go of Stacie's nipples, his hands slid down her arms to find her hands. I watched them interlock fingers, holding hands tightly, as they pressed their clenched hands together on the carpet on both sides of her hips. Now, that is sweet, I thought to myself, it's not just mindless fucking, he likes Stacie doesn't he? Holding her hands while eating her out.

"Oh fucking shit I'm gonna fucking cum more!" she blurted between deep breaths.

Her legs were stiff, dropped way out to the sides of her body. She was in an inverted Y position, holding this stranger's hands by her hips while stretching her sexy trimmed legs out. She looked so fucking sexy, her naked body flat on her back, her nipples aching they were so hard, wearing nothing but a strange man's head over her crotch. Stacie was gyrating her little ass in circles under Andrew's mouth in unbridled lust, fucking against the motions of his tongue inside her pussy, drawing out another orgasm.

"Fuuuuuck!" cried my subwife, her eyes clenched as her body exploded with energy, "I'm cummmmming!"

Those long legs stiffened and her flat tummy buckled as her body had another orgasm around Andrew's tongue. Her feet turned flat onto the floor so she could push her ass and pelvis off the floor, bouncing it in the air with his mouth planted inside her cunt, and the pure energy of her orgasm made her naked body ripple with quakes. "Ohhh fuuuucking gawwwd it's gooood!" Stacie instinctively reached down with both hands to his head again, not to pull him close but to hold him as leverage while her body shook and shook. "Uhhhh fuuuuck fuuuuck fuuuuck it's soooo fuuuucking goooood!"

As her second cum subsided, her breaths started become more hoarse, like she was sucking air painfully. "Uhh, uhh, uhhh, gawwwd ohhhh fuuuuck!" Stacie grabbed her knees again to spread her thin thighs wide, and she lifted her head to stare down at Andrew munching away on her clit and pussy. "Oh yeah baby fucking eat my kitty!"

He was entirely content to keep eating. The stud had both hands flat on the carpet next to her hips, so while she gyrated her body under his mouth, he could bounce around to keep his tongue inside her juicy twat. His motions consisted of pumping his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could, stuffing it inside, then thrashing it around deep so she could feel his presence. After a few moments of that he'd pull out and lick the juice off of her pussylips, or send his tongue back to her swollen clitoris and lick it, grind it, suck it, until she was screeching in delight and he'd go shove his tongue back into her cunt. Stacie was completely enthralled, her eyes were unfocused and her chest heaving with deep breaths, and her body from her belly to near her knees were glistening with spilled pussyjuice.

"Ohhh fuuuck!" Stacie began biting her lower lip, trying to muffle her screams of pleasure. "Uhhh, mmmm, ohhhh, mmmm, oooh." Her fingers were now stretching through Andrew's thin-cut but curly dark hair, gripping his hair like handles as her pussy rubbed his face. "Fucking gawd, soooo fucking goood!"

I just love seeing my wife lost in sexual ecstasy, and at the moment I really wanted to do nothing more than go give her a huge hug and kiss her passionately, letting her know how pleased I am that she's in the height of arousal -- and how approving I am that she's giving such good pleasure to a completely stranger, as I ordered. But I remained planted on the sofa, remaining the aloof voyeur for the time being. Staring into her eyes, I was kind of hoping she'd look over at me, at least let her see how satisfied I was of her performance, but the bitch never looked in my direction. Her eyes were either on the ceiling, or on Andrew's face against her cunt, or just rolling around nonsensically. It was like Andrew was the only person on earth right now, she was just giving him whatever he wanted like a good slut should.

Stacie was completely flat on her back, her feet on Andrew's broad strong shoulders so her legs were bent way to the sides, her cunt undulating in rhythmic circles around his tongue. She flopped her hands over her head, stretching her body, arching her back and making her soft titties jiggle on her chest as she humped against his face. "God honey you are making me so fucking hot, sweetie!" She was so good at making men feel loved, the little cunt. "I love you so fucking much you're fucking eating me so fucking good!"

He must have been getting her to a third orgasm, fuck she was in quite a state. Her back arched more, really pushing her flat tummy towards the ceiling, her shoulders digging into the soft carpet with the mattress below. "Ohhh fuuuck!" Her yelling was at the top of her lungs. "Fuck me I'm such a slut!"

Andrew actually muttered something, but barely breaking his tonguefucking. "You are a slut."

I grinned.

Stacie erupted with that third cum, making her whine and howl and her arms and legs just shiver with electricity. She wanted to hold his head again, but her hands were too weak to grab on, so she put her arms above her head again. Andrew's hands slid up to her titties and stroked my wife's hard nipples some more, rubbing pussyjuice into them for lubrication. I could hear the sticky noises of his tongue in that wet twat.

"You make me cummm soooo goood," she groaned catching her breath, "ohhhhhhh jesus fucking christ you're sooooo fucking hot."

They were on the same wavelength, I mean, it looked scripted. Andrew pushed himself up from the floor, his mouth drooling with her juices, and at that very moment Stacie sat up and reached her face to his. Their mouths met in midair, sealing together with their tongues driving into each other's mouths. I heard Stacie moaning at the flavor of her orgasms in Andrew's mouth, and her hands clutched his muscular upper arms as they made out with horny probing tongues. Watching my naked wide French kissing another man is so sexy. Her eyes were closed, she was so into it.

Her hands then reached down his body, her fingers wrapped around his throbbing penis. She broke the kiss and instantly moaned, "Fuck me with your huge prick honey."

Andrew was moving to do just that. Crawling on his hands and knees, he moved over her while Stacie laid back down on the carpet. My wife spread her thighs for another man's penis. He was so much bigger than her, his physique so manly and large, her thin petite body waiting for him. Stacie guided him close but then pulled her arms up over her head again. I stared at the sight of his thick cockhead touching her vaginal lips, rubbing against the juices there. Andrew was gazing down at her tits under him, while Stacie was watching his penis over her vagina.

"Baby fuck me!" my wife yelled at him, anxious for it to start.

He turned his eyes to look into her face, just as his cock found her entrance. Her legs twitched at the contact. Then his asscheeks clenched, and Andrew leaned forward, and his cock started fucking my spouse. Her cunt was so sopping wet from her orgasms, you could hear it open for his dick. But she was so tight too after her cums, his eyes rolled. "Oh fucking god!" Stacie grunted, moving her hands to his arms to hold him, "you're so fucking big!"

I could not take my eyes off of the sight of Andrew's thick, long dick erection starting to penetrate my wife's sloppy pink cunt. I swear, this enormous erection looked about half the size of her tiny waist. You'd think it wouldn't fit! But he pushed himself forward, and with both of their bodies undulating together and them both moaning in pleasure, his erection started to sink into her pussy inch by inch. He'd rear his hips back then push forward, stuffing a bit more inside her, then over and over he moved, until his entire 8 inches of meat was stuffed deep inside Stacie's pussy.

"Fucking stud!" cried my love as she reached her hands up to his shoulders above her, and she raised her face to the side of his neck. "So fucking big!"

"God," he grunted back, his ass pumping away on top of her, "so tight!"

I could hear the sloppiness of her pussy taking his long hard shaft. His nude strong body was humping powerfully up and down, his ass pumping and his hips flopping, as his strong thighs tensed and his sculpted arms held his torso steady. Underneath his body was my wife on her back, her legs splayed out to the side, her pink vaginal lips stretching open to take ever inch of his engorged prick. Her body shook each time he thrust forward, and you could hear the splattering of her juices as he drove into her, and their skin-on-skin contact made its own crashing noise.




Honey, Be A Good Slut, Fuck Him!



Stacie's fingers locked around his neck, while she moved her legs higher to wrap them around his hips and back. Her dainty naked feet crossed together above his spine, right above his ass. "Fuck my baby!" she purred to him, her body now holding on with him fucking her slutty cunt harder and faster. "God you turn me on fuck me!"

Andrew was working that huge cock so deep into her pussy it must have been past her cervix, seriously. I know my 6.5-inch erection can bang that wall at the back of her cunt when I fuck her, so add another inch or two and where else would his cock go? I don't know, but I mean, you could see a lump in her lower abdomen as he was fucking her, it was the head of his long hard prick, making a little ripple on her flat tummy between her cunt and her bellybutton, it was moving back and forth as he fucked her silly. He'd drive so far forward his hairy dangling balls would press into her ass, almost wanting to slide into her vagina too if there'd been room.

"Oh fuck me honey!" grunted my horny wife, "I'm a fucking slut fuck me!"

She let go of his neck with one hand -- the other one remaining there -- to reach her hand down to her clit. I could see her fingers stretch out, her fingertips rubbing right over her clit while he fucked her. She was feeling his wet hard shaft moving in and out of her while she also was grinding her throbbing clit into her pelvis. "Fuck me baby!" Her screaming was so high-pitched, so excited, like she was begging for it. "Your cock is so fucking huge, fuck me so hard!"

Then her head jerked backwards, her jaw opened and she gulped in the air, her eyes clenching shut and her hand on his neck suddenly gripped him intensely. She was making herself cum yet again, her tight pussy spasming around Andrew's enormous erection, squeezing and milking it. "I'm cummin'!" Stacie gurgled with saliva choking her up, having an intense but short mini-cum. "So fuckin' big, fucking cock!"

Andrew had both of his hands flat on the carpet, his arms almost straight below him, as he towered over my wife fucking her as fast as he could. "I'm gonna cum," he winced in a low tone, maybe unhappy it wasn't lasting long. But she was so fucking tight, and after he'd been eating her, he probably over-primed his penis.

But Stacie, she didn't care. Her reaction was instantaneous. "Cum in me!" She leaned up to kiss his lips, and they locked mouths while they fucked on the carpet in front of her husband. When she broke the kiss, falling back, she moaned again, "Put your hot cum in me baby!"

She laid flat again, her hands on both of his upper arms holding him, while he pounded his long fat dick into her gushing pink pussy. She dropped her legs from around his waist and just laid them flat to the sides, her knees against the carpet. She was maximizing his ability to drive deep into the depths of her body and deposit his jism in there.

Moments later, Andrew's body stiffened, his eyes closed and his chest heaved for air. I heard some kind of unintelligible grunting followed by a low wail, and he was spewing inside my wife. She reached her hands down from his shoulders to his asscheeks, pulling him deep into her pussy. I couldn't see any of his erection, it was entirely buried in my wife's vagina. Andrew was shooting cum in her, his penis was probably squirting globs and globs of creamy hot goo into my wife's pussy. Her pussy milked his dick of every last drop of semen, then when he pulled out with a wince, Stacie pulled his body down to hers. As he lay over my naked wife, their mouths opened and I watched their tongues slide over each other in the air between their lips. She moaned contentedly, her hands caressing the shapes of his sturdy fit back and spine, brushing up and down his skin.

Andrew had pounded the younger filly so hard for the last few moments, his arms were weak. Stacie sensed this, letting him roll onto his side next to him, away from me, so as she rolled to face him I was looking at her little ass. I could see the beads of juices -- sweat? cuntjuice? cum? -- in the little valley of her soft butt. She was still making out with him, holding him. Andrew's hand slipped around her waste to stroke her back. I noticed his eyes look up at me, past my wife, seeing if I was watching. He found me quietly enraptured. Maybe in response, as he closed his eyes again, his hand slide down from her back to Stacie's nude ass, and he squeezed the buttocks then slid his fingers up and down the valley.

Stacie raised her top leg to a bent position, exposing her pussy, and Andrew slipped his hand back around to her front and then down to her crotch. Her pink slit was just drenched with juices, her inner thighs were equally covered. I watched his strong manly fingers rub her clit, surrounding that little bead of flesh with two fingertips, tugging at it. Stacie reached to his hand to push it down, and a moment later Andrew slipped a finger into her cunt, then barely a second later a second finger. Her back arched and still kissing him with tongue Stacie groaned contentedly. She was rolling onto her back again, spreading her thighs, while Andrew stuffed his tongue into her mouth and his fingers into her pussy.

My wife started humping his fingers, she was still so turned on. "Oh fuck," she moaned into his mouth, confirming her state of arousal. Her sexy thin nude body was rocking slightly, moving in feminine circles, pressing against Andrew's stiff two fingers in her twat. Her lips parted with a playful, seductive grin, accompanied by a low murmur. "Mmmm yeah," my wife groaned, feeling her pussylips get stretched open by the stranger's stiff fingers, "oh fuck me baby."

I saw Andrew staring at her nude body, those perfectly-proportioned b-cup tits on her petite frame, her long dark hair falling around her little head, he was admiring the work of art he was finger-fucking. "You're beautiful," he moaned, almost sounding a tad sad. I took it as a complement to me.

The brunette slut looked back at him with a wider grin, pulling her knees open more. "I'm just a fucking whore," she mouthed off matter-of-factly, "just fuck me, make me cum for you." Ah, she knew her place in life.

Watching him stick fingers in her still-hungry pussy, I had a thought. "Wait here," I noted to them stupidly as I rose from the sofa, "I'll be right back."

Turning my back on my wife fucking him, I went into the hallway to head for the stairs. My mouth was kind of dry, from panting while watching Stacie fuck, so I detoured into the kitchen. Ah, the fridge was kinda barren, the bitch hadn't been foodshopping for like a week. I mean, I did tell her each night that I'd get stuff on the way home, but the last few nights I was late at work, and tonight I had to pick up Andrew, so I hadn't been able to get anything. And I know Stacie won't waste time during the day to go foodshopping, she has way too many fun things to do -- if not fucking men from the gym or online, then playing online in chatrooms or on the webcam, phonesex, whatever she needs to do to satisfy her craving for sex 24/7.

So, lacking real liquid refreshment, I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice, then slowly filled it with filtered water from the refrigerator door. From the other room, which I couldn't see any more, I heard Stacie huffing -- "Huh, huh, mmm, uhh, mmm, ahh, mmm" -- and it sounded like she was really humping those fingers. "Fuck yeah!" she screamed moments later.

I downed the glass in a few sips, then headed back to the steps. Passing the living room, I looked in to see my wife clutching Andrew's hand by the wrist with both of her hands, and she was humping two or three fingers while pulling his hand against her vagina.

Adjusting my rock-hard erection, I went up to the bedroom and headed for the nightstand on Stacie's side of the bed. The room had a peculiar odor to it -- a musky, dirty one. Like a gymnasium, you know? The blinds were pulled closed, so it was mostly dim in the fading evening light. I glanced at the bed, which had the bedspread hastily pulled over it. I figured I knew the score, so I reached over and pulled off the spread. Yup, the bedsheet was fucking messed up, completely rumpled. I put my hand on the mattress, finding it damp in a couple of spots. "Ah, someone was fucking here today," I grinned, wondering how much -- or little -- time had passed between some cock or tongue in her pussy here in the bedroom today, and now Andrew down there doing her.

Anyway, returning to the mission, I pulled open Stacie's nightstand drawer and looked into her box of toys. Vibes, dildos, plugs, strap-ons. About half the stuff was from her birthday earlier in the year, I threw a party for her and made everyone who came bring just sex toys for a present. Man, that was a fun weekend, let me tell you, hehe. But anyway, I wanted the right tool for the job tonight. I fished around the smelly toys and spotted what I needed: cream-white plastic vibrator, not the shape of a cock but a long ribbed shaft with a metallic top that was slanted coming to a point at the tip. It had three setting, "1" "2" and "3," which roughly corresponded to, "can't feel it," "wait I'm feeling a tingling," and "OHMYGODI'MCUMMINGAGAIN." Hehe. I unscrewed the bottom and dropped out the 2 D-cell batteries, having no idea what state they were in, and tossed in two brand-new ones from a bag in the drawer. Stacie never, ever gets caught without battery replacements.

Snap, I turned the vibe on, and it buzzed appropriately.

I was about to leave the bedroom when I paused to think about my cock. Man, it was so fucking hard. Knowing Stacie was fucking here in the bedroom, now getting humped downstairs, I just get so hard. I had promised Andrew I wasn't gonna get naked for tonight, I didn't want him to think I was gay or something, you know lying to him to get him to cum over with a false promise of fucking Stacie. So, as badly as I wanted to jerk my dick off, I wasn't going to dare downstairs. But you know, I'm in the bedroom now, and --

"FUUUUCKINNNGGAWWWWDYESSSSSS!"

Stacie's scream from downstairs made me laugh. The bitch was having fun, wasn't she?

Ok, that made my prick throb even harder. Well, we only live once, am I right. So I walked over and shut the bedroom door (I really don't know why I did that), then turned on the TV in front of the bed and grabbed the universal remote-control. As it flickered to life I unzipped my slacks and pushed them and my underwear to my feet, not bothering to kick them off, but sitting back on my bed. My penis, man, it was not only hard, it was incredibly wet from the precum it had been leaking. And my balls were aching, full of cum.

I had no idea what station the TV was on, but who cares. I pointed the remote at the DVD jukebox, and selected one of the 120 DVDs in it. Most of them were porn, but I knew which ones were Stacie's. I have seen them all, memorized them, and can't get enough of them.

I selected Number 34. (It's not that Stacie is on 34 DVDs -- yet, at least -- it's just the numbered slot this one was in.) Ooh, haven't watched this in a month or so. As it took time to load, I had to reach down and squeeze my penis, giving it a little satisfaction. Fuck, a few jerks and I could have made it cum, but I was gonna wait for the show. Which took way too fucking long, I noticed. Finally, the opening screen came up. This one took a few minutes to get good. I pressed the "fastforward" button and closed my eyes, randomly letting the DVD skip ahead a few moments so I'd get it in the middle of the action. Then I pressed "play" and watched.

Ooh, good part of the video. Stacie was on her fours desperately licking the vagina of a 19 year old hooker, who told us her name was Marcie. I'd found Marcie on the Internet, you know, said she was a "masseuse/escort," available for "in call or outcall" service -- translated, professional whore. I loved her picture, she was in part a contrast to Stacie (blonde, D-cups, round butt) but at the same time almost looked related (same height, same kind of narrow face with a tiny nose). We brought Marcie over for a couple of hours of service, ended up paying for two hours, Marcie stayed about six. I didn't have any recording of me fucking Marcie, but had a good solid hour of Marcie and Stacie fucking each other.

My hand clasped around my dick and I started to pump while watching the video. Marcie, her teenage legs pulled way back on our basement leather sofa, had her eyes rolling and her lips trembling while the back of Stacie's head bounced over Marcie's cunt. Marcie had both of her hands on her ample D-cup tits, stroking her nipples, wiggling her pussy against Stacie's tongue. I loved how I recorded Marcie's entire nude body -- well, not quite, she wore her knee-high black leather boots with those 4-inch heels the ENTIRE time she was fucking us -- as she was getting eaten by my wife. On the video I told Stacie to go lick Marcie's asshole, which made Marcie grin then her body shook as Stacie's tongue found that puckered anus and slipped into it. I then had walked over to the sofa with the camcorder, getting a close-up of Marcie's pretty face (saturated in cheap makeup) and her bouncing huge tits. Marcie grinned up to the camera, moaned in pleasure, and purred, "She's such a hot little fuck!" "You're beautiful," I said to Marcie, watching her get her ass eaten, panning the camera to show Stacie's tongue up Marcie's clean little butthole. Right above my wife's small nose, Marcie's shaved pussy was drenched in saliva and juice.

"Ooh make her eat my pussy I wanna cum," Marcie groaned for me, her eyelids half-closing.

Jerking off hard watching the DVD, I stared at the TV hearing myself order Stacie to suck Marcie's clit until she came. Stacie did just that, getting her face showered in cuntjuice -- Marcie was a squirter. My erection in my hand was really so hard now, but watching the really sexy video was making me want to wait to cum. I knew what was coming, so to speak, on the DVD. Stacie licked Marcie's cunt a little while, then Marcie looked at the camcorder and groaned, "I am gonna fuck your hot wife with a strap-on, got a problem with that?" And I recorded Marcie pushing Stacie onto her fours on the basement shag carpet, making Stacie secure the strap-on cock onto Marcie's curvy pelvis, then Marcie and I made Stacie "worship" the plastic penis by kissing it, saying she "loves it," and begging it to fuck her.

The moment on the video that Marcie was behind Stacie inserting the plastic cock into Stacie, my dick couldn't take it, I started to spew a massive orgasm. Oh fuck the release felt so FINE. I pumped and pumped my shaft, cumming all over myself. I probably let out a little groan, it almost hurt I was so hard.

Fuck, man, I was covered in sperm. I got off the bed -- pants and underwear at my ankles, mind you -- and hobbled over to Stacie's dresser. I opened her panty drawer and grabbed the first clean cotton pink thong I saw. I rubbed it on my stomach, cock and thighs, cleaning up my semen, then had to dab my hand too which had gotten drizzled.

"Fuck me harder please!" Stacie was screaming on the DVD, at my command, as Marcie was grabbing her hips pressing the strap-on deeper into my wife's pussy. Damn, they had some fine sex that night. Actually, the best part of that night was Stacie sitting on her knees, naked, after fucking Marcie for over an hour, watching me have my turn with the whore. Stacie didn't say a word and just silently watched me do the teenage hooker in about every position; it was the only time I'd fucked a woman in front of Stacie that Stacie wasn't participating. I had to wear a condom, but that was cool too, Stacie drank my cum out of it. Something she'd never done before, so that was a nice touch.

Well, off went the DVD. I had ideas, and I'd probably be watching it later tonight.

After pulling up my pants and zipping them closed, I grabbed the vibrator and bumbled noisily down the steps back to the living room. I found Stacie and Andrew sitting apart from each other, totally nude, chatting. Stacie was on her back, Andrew was leaning against one of the sofas. They were playing footsie, or she was with him at least, while she was touching her clit lightly.

"He's back," Andrew smiled at me, then he noticed the sex toy in my hand.

I grinned, taking my place back on the sofa across from him. "She better not be done fucking," I giggled, tossing the vibrator in his direction. It landed a few feet away and he snatched it up.

Stacie saw the toy, and her eyes grew wide but she didn't otherwise react. Andrew studied it, smiled at me then her, and snapped it "on." I could tell it wasn't the highest setting, so I suggested he just give her "maximum." He changed the setting and yeah, he had it on "3" -- the little device was going BUZZZZZZZZ.

"Ok slut," I groaned, careful not to use her name because Andrew had no idea what it was (that was part of the fun, wasn't it), "get on your knees and show him your ass and cunt, right now!"

My wife did as told, silently. She crawled around until her ass was pointed at Andrew, she had dropped to her elbows and was looking back at him over her shoulder.

I smiled at how willingly she did her duty. "Now, slut, tell him what you really want?"

Stacie's voice was a bit more quiet now, but firm. "Fuck me, use the toy, fuck me hard."

I shrugged, thinking I should throw in a curve. "Ask him to fuck your ass, baby."

"Fuck me in the ass with that vibrator," Stacie immediately moaned at Andrew.

He looked at me one last time, then moved the toy over to Stacie's little butt. "Oh!" she yelped as it hit her skin, buzzing hard. I didn't know if a vibrator really did much for a chick's ass, but what the fuck, she'd enjoy it anyway. Her butthole obviously was all wet from her fucking and cumming, so Andrew didn't have much trouble sliding it into her hole, just a bit.

Her head pulled up, facing me, but her eyes were closed. "Oh fuck," she moaned, then louder she blurted, "Fuck me!"

I watched as Andrew probed her little ass with the relatively thick vibe a few times, pushing in deeper each time. She was tensing, it was definitely tight. "Yeah dude, fill that slut's little ass," I groaned with a smile. He was pushing deeper now, and Stacie was straining to push her body back to meet the probing toy. My cock, so quickly after cumming, was getting hard again.

With Stacie working to take the vibrating toy into her tight butthole, I smacked her with a sharp question. "Hey bitch, the bedroom looks like it hosted an orgy today -- were you up there fuckin'?" Andrew looked over at me with a surprised smile, although it didn't do anything to stop him from twisting the vibe deeper into my wife's tight butt.

Stacie didn't respond, her face was pained, eyes closed, mouth trembling, feeling the toy going up her poopshoot. Her elbows and knees were spread wide for leverage, so she could push against it, and her body was rocking slightly against the thrusts of the toy into her. But a few seconds later, in a very quiet voice and with a barely-detectable nod, the brunette responded, "Yesss."

My cock twitched. "Did you now? Anyone I know?"

My wife was sucking on her lower -- she looks so sexy when she does that -- but not because of my questions, instead from the pressure mounting inside her butt. So her answers were quick, and quiet, very submissive. "No," she blurted out, softly.

"Oh, I see." I giggled, but actually, I was getting so fucking turned on. Hearing about her fucking around is the highlight of every day I come home from work; it doesn't always involve other people in person, but hardly a day goes by that she doesn't get off somehow. And she usually never offers me the information voluntarily, but only rarely does she play coy with me. "So, was it a guy or girl?" You never know.





Honey, Be A Good Slut, Fuck Him!



"Guy," her response came quietly, followed by, "Uhh, oh god!" Her head dropped to the floor, her long dark hair falling around her arms, as she was working hard to push her butt against the vibrator entering her asshole. Andrew had one hand on the vibe, the other flat on one of her buttcheeks peeling it to the side, giving himself more room to probe her anus. The vibrator was looking pretty juicy, so it was well-lubricated to fuck her. Andrew was doing a good job of inserting it slowly, until her body naturally was pressing it out, and he pushed against the pressure to shove it in more, forcefully. He also was twisting it around a bit, so she felt the ribs and could feel its presence better.

I savored the twin joys of seeing my wife get anally probed by a vibrator by a nude, total stranger, while also hearing about her fucking some other guy today on our bed. "So you fucked a guy in my bed did you, fuck you're such a slut -- well, did you make him cum good at least?"

I couldn't see her face, but I heard her moan, "Yeah, good," as she was still straining to fuck the vibrator with her ass.

"How many times did you make him cum, huh?"

"Four," she moaned breathlessly, "four times, I think -- oh FUCK!" She yelped and gasped, as Andrew was really shoving the vibrator hard into her ass. There was maybe 6 or 7 inches inside her little body, by this point he must have been straightening out her colon or something, I don't know. Stacie's small body was bent way over now, her little ass up high as she could get it, as she leaned backwards with her elbows on the floor practically against her knees.

Wow, four orgasms, pretty good for any guy. "So when did Mr. I-Can-Cum-Four-Times come over today, huh?"

"Mmm uhhhh GAWWD!" I could see her trying to look back past her pussy, between her thighs, to watch Andrew shoving the vibrator into her ass.

I had to adjust my growing erection, this was too fun. "C'mon, bitch, when did he cum over?"

Her reply was, again, soft but firm. "Lunch."

"And -- uh -- when did Mr. Cumsalot leave?"

Stacie lifted her head up to the ceiling now, as her body was humping the vibe. She rose onto all fours, up on her hands, so she could bounce her little frame back and forth. Still not looking at me, her eyes mostly closed, she took a couple deep breaths and rocked forward and backward a few times against the toy in her ass before answering, "When you called from the car."

Jesus! The bitch was fucking in our bedroom from like noon to maybe an hour ago, then what, it couldn't have been twenty minutes from the time I called from the car until she was nude in the foyer sucking Andrew's penis.

I had to watch her hump that thing in her ass, although from the position, I couldn't see it penetrating her. No matter, I could watch Andrew's glaring face as he ogled the thing pushed into Stacie's little butt, and I loved the painful look on Stacie's triangular face with her titties flopping under her thin chest each time she pushed back then rocked forward. She looked back towards Andrew over her soft shoulder, crowing, "Fuck my ass baby, harder!" and she rammed herself backwards so hard, she knocked his hand off of the vibrator. He immediately reacquired it and, grabbing it in both hands, literally shoved it forward, furiously, into her body. "FUCK!" she roared, feeling how deep it was going.

"So, you slut," I teased as I watched her ass get stuffed, "were you planning to tell me that you were fucking all afternoon, in OUR bed?"

Her face turned to face me again, still her eyes not focused on me, her facial expression didn't change either. Her answer to me was even more quiet than earlier. "Not really."

"NO?" I pretended to sound incredulous, but that was mostly for Andrew's sake, I think. I never know what game Stacie is gonna play, like I mean, sometimes she is so bubbly when I get home she volunteers cheerfully that she got her brains fucked out. Most of the time, she won't mention it until I ask, then she'll give me all the details. I do think there are times she won't mention it at all, but I have no idea why that is -- either a random change of her mood, or maybe there's some special guy she really likes, I don't know. So I'm not really actually shocked she wasn't going to mention it, but I figure, I might as well sound mad about it.

"No, huh?" I repeated, more obstinately than a moment before. "Why the fuck not?"

Stacie kept fucking the toy with her ass for a few seconds, then in a hushed, guilty voice, she meekly moaned, "Cuz I was a total cumslut for him."

Nice answer! But I made a mad look on my face, while I started getting a sexy idea. "Hey buddy," I called out to Andrew, getting his attention off of my wife's naked ass, "how long can you stay to fuck her, what did you say, like 9?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I told my wife I have a meeting until 9."

I always wondered if that excuse works with wives; actually, it's always been my wife telling me she was "shopping" until "late" or whatever, and I don't question her about that. Hahaha. I looked at the clock, it was approaching 7:30. "Kewl, so you gonna stay and fuck her until 9?"

Andrew's eyes gleamed as he nodded, while he kept pressing the vibrator deeper still into Stacie's sexy little tush.

I smiled, then I looked back to my wife. "Ok baby, why don't you roll over onto your back and let this nice man screw your clit and cunt with the vibe?"

"Fuck yeah." Stacie launched herself forward, onto her elbows, pulling her butt away from the vibrator. I swear to god, I heard it pop out, what a sexy noise that was. She instantly flopped onto her back on the carpet in front of Andrew, spreading her legs again so anxiously. "Do me, fuck me with it."

He proceeded to lean forward and press the sizzling vibrator's slanted tip against her protruding clitoris. Stacie's body jumped and she yelped with a squeak. Man, she was so turned on, and she must have been so sore by now. But, oh boy, this was going to be a solid day of sex for Stacie. Not taking my eyes off of Andrew rubbing the vibrator over Stacie's clitty, I leaned to the corner of the room and grabbed the phone. Stacie didn't see me, but Andrew was glancing over to see what I was doing. I ignored his interest and dialed a number I had come to remember. Me, I'm pretty good with numbers, I dial a number maybe 5 times and I remember it.

My wife was wiggling in place under the vibrator, feeling it press and grind her clitty into her pelvis, making delicious little squirming noises. The phone rang about three times, then a guy's familiar voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Brockster," I said out loud, "it's me, Derek, the dude married to your favorite slut."

"Hey buddy!"

Duh, was he happy to hear from me, he always was. Andrew was just listening now, his eyes glued to the sight of Stacie's drenched wet cunt being split at her clit by the buzzing vibrator. "Hey, buddy, you home late tonight?"

"Yeah," came the immediately reply over the phone, "why's that?"

I started doing calculations in my head. I had to drive Andrew back to his car at work, then come home to get Stacie, and she'd have to have time to clean up at least a little bit. I mean, her hair WAS a fucking mess now. I was about to ask if Brock was available to meet at like 10pm, but suddenly I realized, I'm gonna wanna fuck Stacie myself before I take her out. "Hey Brock, wanna get laid by one fucking slutty brunette, at say like, 11pm tonight?"

Like I had to ask. "You are da man, Derek, I was wondering when I might get to fuck her again -- 11 it is."

"OK bud," I mused, watching Stacie's body really gyrating wildly now against the vibrator, "how 'bout we meet at the watering hole next to your apartment again, we'll have a drink, then I'll leave her with you and you can drop her off tomorrow on your way to work?" It was an arrangement we'd done twice before.

"Deal!" You could fucking hear him smiling over the phone, fuck I'd made this guy's night. Now, make that two guys. I deserve some kind of prize, don't I? "Soo," Brock inquired with a hint of hesitation, "what are she doing now?"

I found myself staring at the vibrator on Stacie's cunt; Andrew was now rubbing it over her lips, up and down, circling around the hole. "She's getting laid, of course, but we'll be done and you can have her pussy for the night, ok?"

"Sounds good to me," Brock laughed, "but don't wear her out for me!"

"Why, you plan to fuck her all night again?"

"Oh, she won't sleep!"

That's what I wanted to hear. Man, think about it, Stacie got laid all afternoon, is fucking Andrew tonight, I'll do her for a while, then Brock will take care of her overnight into the morning. Stacie is gonna fucking love me in the morning, although she might not be able to walk for a day or two. I hung up with Brock, turning to focus again on Stacie getting done with the vibrator. Andrew was inserting the tip into her pussy, barely, teasing her ready to fuck her deeper. When Stacie realized I was off the phone, she let out some pent-up energy. "Oweee, fuck me hard!" she screamed at Andrew.

Andrew nodded towards the phone. "So who's she fucking tonight?"

"Him?" I made sure I looked very nonchalant, almost bored even. "Oh, just some guy we met a couple months ago -- get this, we met him at a porn store, he went to find a video to get off with, and he ended up starring in his own porn movie -- filmed by me, with his cock in this little slut's cunt and mouth." I snickered, thinking to myself, that's the in slot 29 upstairs. "Brock is pretty cool, his dick isn't nearly as big as yours, but man, I am not making this up, he can stay hard like 2 or 3 hours, just fuck nonstop, he's like a machine." Recalling a running gag I had with Brock, I quipped, "just imagine if he was on Viagra! He'd fuck a fourth hole into her I bet!"

I stood up and stepped over to stand next to my wife, on her back on the floor. Looking down at her face, she looked up at me for the first time for quite a while. "So baby," I grinned to her, "you fuck this nice man a while, then you clean up when I take him back to his car, and I'll take you out tonight so you can keep Brock happy until morning, okay?"

Stacie's eyes barely flinched, and she didn't smile or frown or anything. Her lips were quivering from the pleasure at her vagina. "Whatever you desire, sir."

Andrew and I both grinned at her diffident response. Now, is that honoring your marital commitment, or what?

With the evening planned out, I thought it was time to take care of my rumbling stomach. And my team was on at 8, although I'd have to miss the second half, or most of it. "So," I said to Andrew, pointing at his naked dick, which had gotten pretty big again, "you can fuck her with that big cock of yours whenever you want, if you wanna use the toy on her that's fine, I'm gonna go relax upstairs and I'll come back down at 9 to take you home to wifey, kewl?"

You should have seen the funny look on the stud's face. I was actually going to leave him alone to fuck my wife for over an hour? You know, he doesn't understand. He assumed I wanted to watch the sex because I got off on it. Well, he'd be right, of course. But I bet in his pea-brain he couldn't fathom how I'd "get off" if she was fucking him in another room. So that's hard to describe. Knowing Stacie is down here getting laid, stuffed by a really huge cock, and knowing I'm gonna take her out to fuck later, I mean, I just love it. So I'm weird. And I was gonna get my jollies later, I'd have about an hour to fuck her cummy pussy before I take her to meet Brock.

I looked down at my wife's face again before leaving the room. "Happy fucking, you cunt," I grinned.

Her face didn't twitch. But her eyes smiled, lovingly. I knew that look, one she only gave me. She loved me in so many ways, just as I did her. This was only one aspect of our relationship built on trust, love and lust, and the words I called her were only a part of a game.

"He's such a hot fuck," Stacie muttered to me as her official response, "I want him to cum so deep in me."

I laughed. "Then make him," was my uncaring retort as I turned to head to the kitchen and eventually the bedroom.

* * * * FAST FORWARD * * * *

I strolled back into the house at 10:10 pm, after having dropped Andrew off at his office parking lot. It was later than I'd scheduled, but he needed to clean up before going home, so he and I didn't leave my house until about 9:20 or so.

My wife was in the first-floor powder room, bending over the sink to apply makeup and lipstick. She was wearing a low-rise pair of blue jeans, which you have to adore because they hug her delicious little ass. Her black thong's strings rose above the top edge, hooking over her hips. She had on a strapless white haltertop under an unbuttoned jeans jacket, and in the mirror I could see the shadow from her stiff nipples in the white top -- no bra, of course. She'd taken a shower, I think, or at least washed her hair, it was now well-brushed, given volume, spilling around her beautiful triangular face.

Quietly I slipped into the powder room and sat on the closed toilet, watching her spread the smudge-proof lipstick onto her thin lips. "You look so gorgeous," I said completely honestly and in total devotion, "I swear you are an angel."

"Aww, you're sweet," my wife giggled with a wink, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

I caught her eye in the mirror, we looked at each other for a second. I made sure my voice sounded soothing. "You okay? This might be alot."

Stacie put her lipstick down, done with it, and stood straight up straightening her jacket. "Yeah, very okay," came her quiet but energetic response, "I'm fine."

I reached out for her hand, our fingers intertwined and squeezed each other tenderly. "You know," I smiled, pulling her towards me slowly, "I didn't ask him for details of the last couple hours, when I drove him home." I let my gaze fall on the tight crotch of her jeans; you couldn't quite make out the shape of her pussylips inside, but I still stared anyway. "You wanna, um, tell me if you have any more cum up there?"

I heard her cackle, and she moved faster than I was pulling her, straddling me as I sat on the toilet lid. She ground her crotch right against my erection inside my slacks, and my nose filled with the sweet aroma of her strong perfume. Whispering quietly, she leaned into my ear and said softly, "What do you wanna know baby -- how he came two more times in my pussy while I was using the vibrator on my clitty?"

Ooh, that got me harder. I put my hands on her ass through her jeans, feeling her little buttocks, pulling her harder on my erection. "So when I wasn't there, did you, like, tell him you love him?"

She giggled, knowing that I knew it was all part of the game. "Fuck yeah, honey -- I do -- his cock was sooo fucking goood, so fucking big, he stretched me and was so tender and kind and loving, and he fucked me like the slut I am." She kissed my forehead, but I guess the smudge-proof lipstick wasn't so smudge-proof, she had to lean back and use her thumb to rub off the lipstick left on my skin. "I was all curled up with his cock in me and I whispered, 'I swear I think I love you, I wanna fuck you all the time, please say you'll fuck me again?'" Stacie ground her hot ass around and drove her crotch up and down my shaft under her. "What do you think about that honey, your cumslut wife told two men today she was in love with them, and their big huge sexy dicks."

"I think," I smiled up at her, reaching up to remove her jeans jacket, "that as good as you look in these clothing, you'll have to put them back on again in about a twenty minutes."

Stacie let me brush her jacket off, then she arched her back for me as I peeled down her top to bunch it around her waist. Her sexy B-cup titties pointed at me, so soft and precious. Normally I'd have started to suck them a while, but we didn't have time, I didn't want to be too late for Brock. The powder room was a little too small to get it on here -- trust me, we've tried it before -- so I scooped up her 120-pound body in my arms and carried her to the living room. She had both arms around my shoulders, smiling sweetly at me, as I stepped over to the sofa where I had been sitting earlier in the evening.

I sat on the sofa while my wife stood between my legs, arching her back again to show off her sexy nude titties. She unzipped and unfastened her jeans, then pushed them and her thong down to her feet. She hadn't put on shoes yet, so she could step out of her pants leaving her naked except for the white strapless haltertop now bunched around her tummy. Kicking the pants/thong away she bent over and opened her husband's fly now, and together we pushed my pants and underwear to my ankles.

A moment later Stacie was straddling me on the sofa, pushing her tits into my face, rubbing her wet cunt against my throbbing penis. My hands were on her thin thighs and I pushed her straight now, not wanting to wait. "Oh jesus," I groaned, finding her pussy totally sloppy wet as it sunk around my cock. I imagined a lot of the wetness was Andrew's sperm. "Fuck baby you're so wet."

Her voice was strained, as she bent backwards to sink lower onto my erection, holding me by my shoulders. "Oh fuck me sweetie!"

My hands reached farther down to grab her buttcheeks, clutching them, as me wife began to ride my dick. Her long thin neck is so dainty, I leaned forward and planted my lips against it, sucking loudly and hard, feeling her velvety cunt slide up and down my rockhard shaft. "Fucking cumslut whore," I groaned against her skin, wiggling my hips to thrust my cock up into her, "did you really tell TWO men today -- one you NEVER met before -- that you loved them just because they fucked you so hard?"

"Yes!" She squealed proudly. "Yes I did baby, I'm such a dirty slut, I met them both today and fucked them and begged them to fuck me again and again because I love them!"

We were both so turned on, she was humping me almost viciously, pounding down on my pelvis with her sexy fanny, while I was ramming my thick hips upward to slam my meat into her cum-filled cunt. I felt my cock swelling inside her drenched vagina, and I knew I was gonna blow pretty soon. "Where'd you meet the afternoon stud, Mr. Cumsalot?" After I asked my question I leaned forward and stuck one of her boobs in my mouth, salivating on it.

"Fuck!" She grabbed my head, pulling it into her tit, feeling me swallow her breast into my warm wet mouth. "God yes, suck it -- I met him jogging -- he was so fucking sexy and good, I was such a slut for him!"

I felt her grab the back of my head, pulling me off her breast, and instantly her wet mouth was on mine. My wife shoved her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it hard, using my tongue to dance around it too, sucking her breaths into my lung then trading that same air back to her. Our kiss was so violent our teeth met, crashing together, and now my tongue was in her mouth, and hers in mine, both sliding over each other.

When she pulled back from the kiss, there was so much saliva in our mouths that a long bridge of spit stretched from her lips to mine, until she smiled and wiped it off with a finger, sucking her finger clean then. She giggled at me, continuing to ride my dick. "Know what I did for Andrew?" She looked proud of herself, and I didn't mention that he wasn't supposed to tell her his name. Well, she has that effect on guys. I shook my head wanting to know what she did, and she actually looked embarrassed. "Well--" She flicked her head back, her long dark hair bouncing over her shoulder, as she slowed her humping on my erection. "Um, he was like, 'my wife never does nasty shit,' sooo -- so after he cummed in my ass once, I stuck my fingers into it and licked off his cum from them."

Oh, you asslicking cumslut!" I grinned, grabbing her hips again and forcing her even harder down onto my dick. She yelped at feeling how deep I was inside of her. "So when are you gonna see Mr. Jogger again, to fuck him?"




Honey, Be A Good Slut, Fuck Him!



Again, my wife looked almost guilty, rolling her eyes and bouncing around like she just wanted to fuck and not answer the question. "Mmm, I dunno, maybe, maybe tomorrow?" She laughed at some inside joke. "Mmm, he thinks I'm cheating, so we're you know, keeping our little affair secret and low-key." She really laughed hard then.

"And, let's see, when are you meeting Andrew again, to fuck this other man you now are in love with?" There was not a hint of answer or jealousy in my voice.

Stacie smiled down at me, pushing a single strand of hair off of my temple. "I dunno baby, there are so many guys I fuck, I have to find time for him in my busy schedule."

We kissed again, so fucking hard.

Having her ride me with that sizzling little body of hers is such a turn-on, but I wanted to cum so badly and it wasn't my favorite position for that. I had Stacie climb off me and get on her knees on the sofa, back to me, so as she hunched forward on the sofa I stood behind her and slipped my willy into her gaping wet pussy. I grabbed her little hips and held her steady and smashed my pelvis into her ass and thighs, pounding her so fucking hard so fast, making her squeal. I felt her hand reach under herself to rub her clit while I savagely drilled her cunt from behind.

"Yes, fuck me yes!" she screamed, the side of her face smashed against the backrest of the sofa.

"Fucking dirty whore!" I screamed at her, my orgasm approaching, "you'd rather fuck all those other men than spend a quiet evening home alone with your loving hubby!"

Her shriek was full of an impending orgasm too. "Oh fuck yes! I'm such a fucking slut, I want all those cocks baby, I HAVE to fuck them, I NEED to get fucked so good!"

Stacie was clutching the backrest of the sofa, pushing her little body backwards to meet my pelvis as I thrust it forward harder and faster. Someone from the street probably could hear the SLAP SLAP SLAP as my hips smacked into her fleshy buttocks and thighs, making them ripple with each impact. The drool from her cunt was spilling out from my cock impaling deep inside her then pulling out. Drops of her cuntjuice were cascading down my thighs and onto the sofa and floor, not to mention dripping off of my balls and fat shaft. I had my hands still firmly wrapped around her thin thighs, not so much to hold her still because the slut was gyrating her little ass back and forth to meet my pounding thrusts. I just like feeling her body fucking, whether me or someone else, that's all.

She turned her head, most of her face hidden behind her fluffy dark hair, and caught my eyes. I could see she was so fucking close to cumming, but what she really wanted to do was get me off. She knew how. "Fuck honey," her voice groaned with strain, "Brock is gonna fuck me so good tonight isn't he, I'm probably still going to be fucking him when you are going to work tomorrow morning."

The image of Brocks' meaty dick poking my wife's bald cunt all night in his apartment was definitely a turn-on, and I felt that swelling starting to build in my balls that I wasn't going to stop. If I had anything to say back to her, my mouth was not moving as I was using every bit of energy to try and hold off my unavoidable orgasm.

With a louder wail, she continued the thought, although her eyes weren't really looking at me anymore. "Oh Derek honey I love how Brock is going to fuck me without stopping for so long, I love fucking him, he fucks me like no one else fucking can, it's so fucking amazing, I'm so fucking horny to go fuck him!" Her eyes looked at my face now, to see if she was having the effect she wanted. "I want to be his little whore all night, oh baby please let's get going so I can go fuck him!"

"Fuck!" It was there, I couldn't stop. Man, hearing my bitch talk about wanting to get laid so bad, she gets me off all the time. With one savage growl I thrust my erection as deep into her cummy twat as I could, sealing her little buttcheeks against my firm abdomen, and my fingers hooked around her skinny hips to pull her hard against me. Just as I buried myself in the back of that wet tube my cock orgasmed, and a huge almost painful burst of cum squirted out of my shaft into the back of her vagina.

Stacie felt the motion of my cock having an orgasm, and she shrieked in pleasure, and with her fingers rubbing her clit still she brought herself to a nearly simultaneous climax. "Ohhh fucking gawwwwd!"

I was making a series of animal grunts and moans as my dick spurted with wave after wave of semen, filling my wife's pussy already flooded with Andrew's cum. And Mr. Multiorgasmic from earlier today too. With her cumming pussy squeezing my dick as it cummed, I almost felt in pain until my cum subsided. I was woozy for a moment until I regained awareness that I was standing behind my wife fucking her.

Pulling out of her wet cunt hurt too, and I needed a second to fall onto the sofa next to her, gasping for air. Stacie remained on her knees on the sofa, but she leaned all the way forward to rest her arms and torso against the backrest. For a few seconds, both of us were gasping for air, just trying to calm down, feeling our crotches and legs drip with the juices of sex.

"Oh fuck you're so hot," mumbled her adoring husband, "I could do that all night."

She laughed through her hard breaths. "Yeah," she smiled, "if I weren't going to get fucked by a really hung stud."

Stacie was the first to rouse herself off of the sofa, going to retrieve her thong and tight jeans and jean coat. I forced myself up and put back on my clothing too. Following her out the front door to the car, I took one long look at her little round butt in her tight, low-rise jeans, I was already getting hard again thinking how she was going to feel when Brock was sticking his dick into that cunt and ass in just a little while. Damn, I love my woman. 



Honey Bear



It's eleven o'clock and warm outside and Richard is anticipating the rush of being tied up naked in the neighbouring bushland. He's had an erection all afternoon thinking about how the night's events might work, even the prospect of being caught by someone who can't sleep and has decided to take a wonder through the bush excites him. Many scenarios play through Richard mind, what will happen if I get caught, how can I explain the game, what if its someone I know.

Standing in the kitchen is Richard's wife, she 165cm brunette with well rounded figure and pert little breasts, she's wearing a sheer black dress with nothing underneath and thigh high boots with a spiked heel. She's amused by her own thoughts of the pair of them walking down the quiet suburban road, she in a dress that will clearly show every inch of her body with him in only a pair of black loose shorts. Many thoughts cross her mind, how she will stumble through the bush in darkness wearing stilettos, will the branches rip at her dress and tear at her skin? Will some insomniac neighbour greet them strolling up the street catching an eye full as they pass?

Carrying a torch, rope, hand cuffs, key in a large ice cube and a pot of honey, they make their way down the road. The street is so quiet at this time of night yet still exposed and well lit. Most houses have their lights off except for a few that are settled next to the bush where Richard will be bound naked. 

The pair enter the bush along a tiny track that is well used by rock climbers to access the local cliff. Richard eases up the track whilst Elizabeth is stumbling and lurching trying to navigate her way without falling. They come across a clear patch far enough away from the road and street lights. Richard admires his wife from behind and he's unable to keep his hands to himself. His wife is warm and soft to the touch, after a kiss and a fondle she pushes him away wanting the pent-up tension to remain for a bit longer.

Richard undresses and kneels on the leaves naked; she bends down whilst tying his feet together, then his wrists are handcuffed and padlocked to his feet. Richard can barely move unable to lie on his back or stomach. 

The ice cubed key has a string attached and Elizabeth suspends it from the branch above, once melted the key will drop and Richard will be able to unlock the handcuffs, until then he is helpless. 

As a final touch Elizabeth produces a pot of honey and smears it on Richard's balls, they both laugh a lot, Richard somewhat nervously as he is more than aware of how big the ants can get and the bite they inflict. 

With a quick kiss Elizabeth leaves him lying there exposed to the elements and insects, chuckling as she walks back along the bush path to the street. Her hands are sticky and the torch is switched on to ease her passage along the track. Barely dressed she strolls up the street carrying his shorts into the house where she will wait for Richard's arrival, this is when her night will begin in earnest.

At home Elizabeth settles down with a glass of wine contemplating how Richard must be feeling right now, out there under the stars, helpless. She switches on her favourite CD and relaxes on the bed, only 11.20, Richard might be another hour or more yet. Feeling tired Elizabeth decides to make sure she stays awake and reaches under the bed for her box of toys. Finding her favourite vibrator she gently begins to stroke herself. She is already aroused by the night's activities and it doesn't take long to start that familiar quivering. 

The evening is hot, and with the breeze drifting through the open window blowing the curtain, Elizabeth glistens in sweat, droplets forming between her breasts rolling down her side whilst she increases the speed on the vibrator. She arches her back again and again feeling surges of pleasure waving through her body. Her fingers help the vibrator with its task finding there way inside where she rubs herself ever faster. Finally her climax overtakes her and she lets out a muffled groan trying to control herself, the windows are all open and the neighbours not that far away. 

As the quivering began to subside and Elizabeth relaxed a warm glow filled her body. As she lay there her body felt like it was melting into the bed, her favourite toy has yet again earned its keep. 

It was now 11.45 and sleep overcame Elizabeth as she drifted off, too relaxed to resist, her body had enjoyed quite a workout. It was 12.30 when she was awoken by the flash of light and crash of thunder overhead, Richard was still not back.



Honey Bea's Orgy



I have three passions in life: making food, music and love. There is no implicit prioritization to that list, and sometimes the three take turns rotating in primacy in my life. The only common theme I can identify for all three is that they involve an improvisational element. One has to take in the ingredients, what's in the air, the time of day, the mood, and synthesize it into something coherent. Of course, can take the sad attitude that all three can be scripted: recipes, sheet music and instruction manuals, but for me, the improvisational element is critical. It's life. 

My good friend, Beatrice, who goes by the nickname Honey Bea, decided to hold an orgy at her apartment. Bea has what I would call an amazing sense of hostessing, if that is a word, and set this party up way in advance. Although I don't like to be labeled by the moniker "gourmet", I love to cook, and Bea invited me to provide for the guests. 

Well in advance of the party, Bea setup a web site for the invited guests to the orgy, who she had carefully screened for compatibilities, and with some eye toward diversity of tastes. On the web site, the invitees could post their favorite fantasies. There were the typical fantasies one might expect. From the men came the two-women-on-one-men, or, better still, the cunnilingus contest. This last one was where they line up five or six women and then give their oral talents a try. The women had some "tied-up" fantasies, some feather boa type deals. Although I have to confess to some fantasies along the line that were listed by the other guests, I felt obliged to be a non-conformist, or somehow unique, so I could stand out from the crowd of the eager males. 

I recalled reading somewhere that Jelly Roll Morton got his start playing piano in a New Orleans whore-house. Evidently he got to look through a peep-hole at the "executive suite" in the brothel and improvised his music to the rhythm of the moment. Harry Truman, our beloved president had confessed to a fantasy of being the piano player in a brother. Well, I thought this was a capital idea and contributed to the "fantasy" list my own fantasy of being a musician in a whore-house. 

Bea, being the gracious hostess, invited me to bring my instruments and try it out. 

A word is in order about the guest list, I suppose, although I will introduce them to the reader in good time, as part of the arrival ceremonies. There was a distinct, but subtle religious slant to the list. Rajeev was a Hindu devotee of a well regarded guru. He had done much of the enlightenment work, and was well versed in the Vedic scriptures. At some point, however, his guru regarded him as too austere in his background. Typically, when one renounces desire, the implication is that one had experienced desire, yet Rajeev evidently had never had much of a worldly background, and hence really had nothing to renounce. In a sense, Rajeev was making a backward pilgrimage, leaving enlightenment and entering the world of desire. This trip had been completely sanctioned by his guru. 

Another interesting fellow is Sean, a lapsed Roman Catholic Priest. Sean is about 50, and followed his religious desires into the clergy, but, like Rajeev, found it unsatisfying. He spent the majority of his time in Manila in a few parishes. But, since he couldn't take the celibacy, he decided to renounce his vows and was clearly making up for lost time. When he returned to the U.S., he managed to use the internet to acquire a vast stable of women, whom he regularly screwed with a clear abandon. In a way, it's a shame to imagine his libido being bottled up for so long in Manila, but life has its ironies. 

Bea herself was fascinating. She was just getting out of an icky marriage and is a high powered executive. The end of her marriage somehow triggered her libido to the point where she must've screwed half the males in the metropolitan Philadelphia area. 

Bea had also invited Anita, an accomplished violinist, a swinging couple, Dave and Betsy, a student nurse, Kimmy. 

My name is Dan, and coincidently, there was also another "Dan" in the guest list. He said he had been in the CIA and had a distinct dark side that I couldn't comprehend. By the end of the party, I'd labeled him the "Anti-Dan", since his personality seemed to be in direct opposition to mine. 

The day of the party arrived, and I decided to make gourmet pizzas, more or less to order. This was in accord with my "improvisational" concept. I had many different toppings to offer - prosciutto, mushrooms, leeks, smoked salmon, capers, onions, etc. I also brought many cheeses, chevre, fontina, mozzarella and gruyere. 

I must've looked a sight as I went through the lobby of the apartment building. I was packing a banjo in a loose sack, my guitar and a box full of pizza fixings. Somehow I managed to make it up to the 16th floor, and rang the buzzer. 

Bea opened the door, and escorted me in. She was wearing a full length sari. Sean was also there, helping out with the preparations. I had deliberately arrived a bit early so I could attend to some of the sous-chefing work. I roasted some pine-nuts, sautéed the mushrooms, and rolled out two of the pizza dough balls into a pan. 

Sean was wearing a full length Nehru style jacket and pants, and tried to get all sorts of details correct, such as a bowl full of Viagra for the men-folk to coax erections out of recalcitrant penises, or rolling joints for the guests and so forth. 

After some messing in the kitchen, the first guest arrived. It was Kimmy, the nurse in training. She was the youngest by far, I'm guessing roughly 21. She was wearing glitter on her eyebrows and seemed very shy and demure. Little did I know what would ensue as the party wore on. She conversed with Sean as I cooked, and Bea helped me out with some sous-chef work, or digging extra goodies out from her fridge. 

Dave and Betsy, the swinging couple showed up. Dave was in business attire. Betsy was a striking, voluptuous redhead, but was dressed in the manner of a quiet suburban housewife. She was a famous actress at one point, but quit the profession to have children. Evidently they have two children at home and had made an evening out of this party. They were "exploring their sexuality", and this was part of the exploration. They'd brought some nice wine, a couple of bottle of Barbaresco, which was definitely welcome. 

Another knock, another guest. This time it was Rajeev, who, like the nurse Kimmy, also quite shy. He was about 30 years old, wearing a button down shirt and jeans. The party had reached a sufficient critical mass that people were milling around with drinks. There was a decidedly nervous tinge to the conversation. This put me a bit more at ease, since I was nervous myself, not knowing what to expect, and the knowledge that there were other people unfamiliar to an orgy was a bit reassuring to me. 

Anita was right behind Rajeev. She was a married "swinger", who sometimes accompanied Sean to parties of this ilk. Sporting a loose earth mother dress, she seemed a bit more relaxed than some of us neophytes, and immediately joined in the conversation. She was about 45 and with long dangly earrings and a Mona Lisa smile. 

Unbeknownst to me, Honey Bea had set a small window of arrival times, which explained the near parade of guests. Given that all but "anti-Dan" had arrived, I decided it was time to start the first pizza. I asked around, and decided on a porcini, prosciutto, chevre and mozzarella pizza as an opener. This went well with the Barbaresco. 

Just after I'd popped the first pizza into the oven, the doorbell rang and the "anti-Dan" arrived. Since I was in the kitchen, I could hear anti-Dan chatting with Honey Bea. Anti-Dan was negotiating his favorite fantasy, which was to make love to a woman who had never seen him before and was blindfolded. This fantasy required that he negotiate ahead of time before being introduced to all the guests. Bea decided to be the intermediary. 

She came into the living room, where the guests mingled with nervous chatter, and clapped her hands loudly. "I have an announcement to make, ladies and gentlemen. We have a guest here who has a fantasy of making love to a woman who has never seen him. Obviously if he enters the room now, he won't have any chance of having his fantasy. Are there any women here who are interested in giving this a try? If so, you'll have to put on a blindfold. He's waiting outside." 

No one immediately took him up on the offer, but there was some milling around and a bit of chatter. After some time, Betsy, the voluptuous redhead swinging housewife, decided to give it a try. Bea tied a black bandanna around her head, and she had her wine at her hand while anti-Dan entered the room. 

My pizza was already cooking in the oven and I figured I had some time to kill, so I swung out of the kitchen to catch the interaction between anti-Dan and Betsy. It was decidedly strange and a new experience for me, as Betsy's husband was right there. Dave was ogling Kimmy, who was voluptuous in her own right, but about half his age. I guess this cut both ways for Betsy and Dave. Anti-Dan was kissing her neck and nuzzling up against her from behind, rubbing her but a bit. Personally, I thought this was a bit forward, but this was an orgy, and I wasn't precisely up on the etiquette. Neither could I picture how this polite cocktail party crowd would degenerate into a mass of writhing bodies on the floor. After about five minutes of being groped by anti-Dan, Betsy decided to call it quits and abandoned the blindfold. Much to her, and everyone else's relief, I brought out the first pizza at this point, and people started to chomp on it. 

Being a vegetarian, Rajeev requested a pizza with no meat on it, so I started in on a fontina, leek, pine nut and pesto pizza for him, which I quickly popped into the oven. A further request came in for a smoked salmon and caper pizza, which I quickly whipped into the oven to accompany the pesto-pine nut pizza. 

When these were ready, I brought them out, and people contentedly munched at them. Someone lit one of the herbal "jazz" cigarettes and passed it around. I partook of this a bit myself, and had some of the red wine. The raw edge of my nervousness passed somewhat. The pizza and wine seemed to have the effect of calming people down, but there was also a general suffusion of energy that seemed to signal the transition point into the "orgy" phase of the party. 

Betsy sauntered over to me and took looked me in the face with a doe-eyed look, and much to my surprise gave me one of the most passionate kisses I'd ever had. This surprised me no end, as I was a bit surprised that I would be the first one on the menu, and also given her rejection of anti-Dan, I didn't quite see how she'd be the one to get the party started. Her kissing continued for quite a while. Anti-Dan swung by, and started to grab at her butt, but she kind of shooed him away. People gazed at this for a bit, and I have to admit to being more than just a little self conscious. She gave me a big hug and I could feel her breasts press against me. Her perfume was rather intoxicating, and I kissed the nape of her neck in several places, ending up on her ear. She pulled back and started to kiss me again, with a fair amount of tongue. I could spy out of the corner of my eye that the other guests were still kind of milling around, unsure how to proceed. 

Much to my astonishment, she dropped to her knees, undid my belt buckle, unzipped my genes, and pulled them down to my ankles. My dick was slightly swollen but still hanging down, kind of like an inverted "J" shape. She placed one hand on the back of each thigh, and twisted around her neck a bit to take in my head. She softly sucked me, and I rapidly stiffened to the point where I was sticking straight out. Without removing her hands from the back for my thighs she worked her mouth back and forth, sometimes removing her mouth altogether, leaving me to bounce in the breeze a bit as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, taking in one of my testicles and then returning to suck on the length of me. Since I was standing, I had a full view of the other guests, who had finally started to disrobe, and kiss and fondle each other. This was a bit of a relief, as I didn't have much desire to be the main attraction, being the anxious sort. 

After working on me for quite some time, she stood up, and gave me another long kiss. I'm uncircumcised, and hence there is a residue of my own taste that I could pick up on her mouth - a bit like alkali salmon. She pulled back and said in a breathy voice, "OK, now it's my turn. I expect you know what you're doing, since you cook so marvelously." 

How could a refuse a request like that? I have to confess that despite what seems like total and complete self advertisement in the above discussion, I can feel modest at times. Nonetheless, I was more than happy to comply. I gently unbuttoned her silk blouse, exposing a black lace brassiere, holding her rather large and curvaceous breasts. Redheads have a certain skin complexion that I can't really put into words, but there's a kind of white clarity to their skin that's very appealing. The contrast of her skin with the black of her bra was really something to me. I removed her bra and saw ample breasts that had evidently nursed a couple of children. I gently cupped them and ran my tongue around her aureole until the skin scrunched up and the nipples were semi-erect. I gently drew my teeth along them, causing them to perk up even more. 

I guess what amazed me the most about this experience was the fact that she'd suckled three children from these breasts, and here I was sucking them in public. Somehow the disjunction of the two cultures of feminism and maternity was quite overwhelming. But, I knew I couldn't stop there. I unzipped her trousers, unhooked them and slowly pulled them down, revealing black lace panties matching her brassiere. I don't know if she had intended the first participant to notice this, but I have to attest to the fact, here and now, that I indeed noticed that she had dressed her underwear to match for an orgy. I pulled down her panties and asked her to lie down on the floor. I pulled off all of my remaining clothes and started to return her favors. 

To reveal her taste to the voyeuristic reader, and at the distinct possibility that Betsy might decide to banish me forever from her life, I will say this: she tasted like a sublime combination of watermelon, pineapple and sautéed mushrooms: sweet, yet funky. I don't have any better description than that. Suffice it to say that she was ripe. Her red pubic hairs caught the wonderful aroma of her excretions and I found it wildly intoxicating. My tongue ran all over her pubic arch. My mouth paused to gently grasp her wonderful red hairs in my slightly pursed lips. I ran my tongue up and down her labia minora, over her clit hood and back again - juices seemed to run feely. I wasn't necessarily feeling immodest by this display, but it all seemed very natural as a result of my ministrations to her nether regions. 

I poked two fingers into her pussy and worked them back unto her g-spot and gently probed that as I tongued her clit ever so gently, and then with increasing vigor. I had no sense of vision, only of the feel of her body against my arms, on my tongue and the olfactory delight of her taste and smell. She shook from side to side, whilst I held her down with a firm hand. 

This went on for a while until I felt her vaginal muscles contract in a slightly arrhythmic fashion that seemed (for me anyway) to indicate a true orgasm. She slowed down the pace of her rippling hips and drew me away from her pussy for a long sweet kiss. She whispered into my ear "please fuck me. fuck me hard" she said. I darted over to the pool table, where there was a small wicker basket filled with condoms. Although I am not the most coordinated individual, I managed to roll a rubber onto my outstretched penis. I returned to Betsy, and relocated her fuck-hole. I pushed my sheathed cock around on her lips, and clit, and she waved her hand down as if to motion for me to put it inside, so and pushed myself into her slowly and began to rock back and forth. 

Only at this point, did I look up and notice her husband, Dave there next to her. Whatever Dave had been doing with the other women, he felt it was important to be next to Betsy at this moment. I started to pump in and out of her, but I'll never forget the "moment" that those two had between each other. I'd be lying if I didn't say that the image wasn't precisely like watching a husband and wife going through the birth process. Her face was flushed, and sweating profusely. She was moaning and saying phrases like "oh baby...please help me..." She didn't want to stop, but Dave cupped her head in his hands and seemed to urge her on as if in labor. 

For me, I felt like I was some external character watching this whole scene unfold. I didn't feel like I was really there - some kind of inverse obstetrician, pushing back into the birth canal, while the husband administered to the wife. It was highly strange, and yet compelling at the same time. On the other hand, it didn't really have a carnal feel to it, although Betsy did seem to be writhing in around in ecstasy. Rajeev came over and gently cupped her breasts. 

I felt her attention slipping away, and, never having been in this situation before, I actually found it a bit stressful, so I pulled out of her and said, "OK, well, it looks like you have some new suitor here for you, and you're in good hands, I'll leave you to them." 

By now the party was in full swing. Naked bodies covered the floor of the living room, all in some state of writhing around. Kimmy, the student nurse seemed to be attracting her share of the attention and was moaning loudly. I have to say that this is not something I was used to. All sorts of questions of etiquette and protocol came to mind. What is the proper way to introduce yourself to a naked woman giving head? Talk about performance anxiety - you have 12 witnesses to view your failure to get your fifth erection. 

The wine table was beckoning, so I wandered over to fill up a new glass. On the way, Anita stopped me and intimated that she would like some of my attentions to her nether regions as well. Being in a position to sample multiple women in a short period of time was in fact an interesting proposition, so couldn't possibly refuse. She tasted a bit spicier than Betsy, more retracted lips and such. She seemed to be even more enthusiastic about my ministrations, and I had to put my forearm on her stomach to calm down her squirming, which seemed to make her all the hotter as a result. I felt this sense of connection with her that things were in synch in the rhythm of my probing. At some point, her rhythm slowed down and I felt like the connection had been broken. I looked up and saw her sucking on anti-dan's erect penis. Hitting the etiquette issue, I wondered whether it was proper to leave or, would it be considered rude. I contemplated this for a bit and then headed for the wine, and poured myself a glass. 

I decided, under the circumstances that my Jelly Roll Morton fantasy might be the right thing to attempt next. It was pretty much a no-brainer, since every women was being well attended to - Kimmy in particular, whose legs would pop up in the air in a "V" shape periodically, rock back and forth in the candle light and loud moaning would emanate from that corner of the room. 

Carefully stepping over the bodies in motion, I found my way to an unoccupied sofa, picked up my guitar, and tuned it up. I led off with a Robert Johnson tune, and put a couple of my preplanned solos into it. People just fucked away contentedly on the floor and I felt suitably isolated that I wouldn't offend. Sean, the lapsed priest seemed to have been ministering to Kimmy, and was ready for another round of fucking. I was playing my guitar in front of the basket full of condoms, and Sean had to roll on onto himself. I guess there must've been a lot of demand for pretty little Kimmy, so Sean had a look of intense concentration, trying to get sheathed before some other suitor took his place. 




Honey, Bi the Way...



I guess I've always been bisexual, long before I even knew what that meant. When we were young, my buddy and I would take off into the woods to compare our penises, marveling at their differences AND their similarities. As we got older we became bolder, even daring to touch each other. 

I don't remember which of us was the first one to jerk off and actually cum, but we shared that, too, eventually each jerking off the other one. We never had a sense that any of this was wrong, and we enjoyed each other as we looked at any "dirty" pictures we could find from our parent's collections. We tried playing with some of the neighborhood girls, but even though they would touch our penises they weren't as ready as we were to take it any further. 

As we continued to mature, we gradually progressed to kissing and licking each others genitals, and then to boldly giving blowjobs. I eventually discovered that I loved the taste of cum, and gladly swallowed all I could get from my friend, although he never reciprocated. We also become much more interested in girls as we grew older, and started spending more time trying to "get pussy" than we did playing with each other.

Well as happens, we (sadly) grew up and had to become "responsible" adults. I joined the service and moved away, and he raised a family. On very rare occasions we would sometimes get together when I was home for a quick suck, but we now knew that society considered this behavior to be deviant and wrong, so we had to be extremely careful to hide any activities from our family and friends. Of course, I still thought of our times together, and when I was far from home and knew I could indulge privately I found a "friend" I could play with, although I never developed a lasting relationship with anyone, still trying to conform to what society tells us is right and wrong.

Many years later I found and married the love of my life, and we quickly found in each other a kindred spirit. I don't know how we ever came to open up to each other, but when she confessed to being bisexual, I took a chance and told her that I was, too. Of course, female bisexuality is accepted and even glorified in our culture (especially by horny men!), while male bisexuality is still considered to be abhorrent behavior. I was ecstatic, though, that I could finally be myself and share my deepest desires with someone who not only supported me, but welcomed it! 

It turned out that my wife LOVED watching gay porn, but had herself always been afraid of publicly going against the "norm". As we became ever more open and honest with each other, I discovered that there was absolutely nothing I could tell her that she thought was weird or wrong, and she loved hearing the stories of me and my friend.

As you might expect, this eventually led to the three of us going off to a private location, and me and my friend playing with each other in front of my wife. Even though she was perfectly satisfied with my cock and didn't feel the need to have another one join us, she started sucking my friend off with me, sometimes sucking his balls while I sucked his cock, and sometimes taking his shaft into her mouth while I gladly licked his balls. My friend, of course, was in heaven, and would usually cum quickly, but I was wouldn't swallow his cum in front of my wife, still worried that she might think it was too "gay." After a time or two of this, the three of us went out and got drunk, and she let my friend eat her pussy, but she wouldn't let him fuck her. Her religious upbringing still had her feeling that it was wrong to sleep with any man other than her husband, even though she loves other girls and seeing me with another guy.

A couple of years passed, and my friend wanted to visit for a quick jerk off or blowjob session. My wife agreed and when he arrived the three of us went into the shower together to get cleaned up. My friend and I both ate her pussy in the shower, deciding to focus more on her than each other. We then both stood, one n front and one behind her, rubbing our hard cocks all over her ass and pussy. Watching him get behind her I saw grab his cock and crouch slightly behind her, and I wondered "Is he going to try and fuck her? And is she going to let him??" To this day I still don't know if he actually put his cock in her pussy at that moment, but I DO know that she didn't pull away. 

By now the three of decided we were clean enough, and we wanted more room to play, so we left the shower, dried ourselves off, and headed to the bed. Once on the bed, my wife and I started kissing and rubbing each other while my friend watched. I had never kissed a man before (or even wanted to), but I knew my wife loved watching two men kissing so I grabbed my friend and pulled us into us, the three of us kissing each other with dancing tongues. My wife loved it, but for me and my friend it was a little weird kissing another guy, although neither one of us seemed to mind it TOO much. I think the kissing was the catalyst my wife needed, because it made her horny enough that she finally seemed willing to fuck my friend. My wife got on her hands and knees, probably expecting me to get behind her while she sucked my friend, but instead HE got behind her and put his cock against her pussy. We all froze for a second, to see if this was really okay with her, and then she pushed her ass back into him, taking his cock into her pussy. I was surprised (and excited!) and just had to get a better look, so I forced my way under them with my head just below where his cock was going in and out of her pussy. 

It was an amazing thing to watch, and I greedily started licking her pussy, as well as his shaft and his balls, while they fucked. My wife is usually slow to cum, but this time the feeling of my tongue on her clit while my buddy's cock fucked her pussy was enough to have her reach orgasm pretty quickly. I felt her pussy convulsing on my tongue, and my friend obviously felt it on his cock, because seconds later he stated simply "I'm going to cum". When neither my wife or I made him pull out he went ahead and shot his load in her, and for the first time I saw another man cum inside my wife. Without even thinking, I replaced his cock with my mouth, and licked inside her pussy, loving the taste of his semen mixed with her cum. After I got all the cum I could out of her pussy, I quickly got up and fucked her from behind just as my friend had, loving the feel of her stretched out, wet, sloppy pussy on my cock, which had me adding my own cum to his in about five seconds flat. We all untangled from each other and lay there for a minute, wondering what - if anything - needed to be said. We engaged in a little nervous small talk, cleaned up, got dressed and said our goodbyes.

My wife and I talk about that time once in awhile, but several years have passed now and it has never happened again. She still insists that it's wrong to fuck a man other than her husband, and I don't push the issue. I know that someday the time may be right again, when everything aligns perfectly, and we may repeat that with my friend or another male, but until that day I have the memory of the absolute best sex I have ever had. Oh, and she still gladly lets me get together with my friend on my own.



Honey Bun Ch. 01



This is going to be part of a four-ish part possibly. There is no sex in this one. If you are looking for a quickie, don't read this one... or any of my stories for that matter... As always, thanks for reading. Comments are greatly appreciated; whether good or bad.

Honey Marie Davidson sat at the kitchen table, eating some cereal, barely awake. It was mid-May so the light was streaming in the windows, making the red in Honey's copper colored hair even brighter. All was peaceful, even though Honey was tired. Unfortunately, that peace was short lived when Honey's older brother, Adam came bounding down the stairs.

Honey grumbled, eating her cereal more quickly. The siblings' mother glanced at her daughter. "Mom, when can I get my license? I'm eighteen, already! Adam got his license when he was sixteen!" she exclaimed. 

"Honey Marie, we've went over this millions of times. Your brother is more responsible. He has football practice and all those other clubs he is in after school. Your father and I work full-time. We can't be chauffeuring him places. You are fine getting a ride home with him." Her mother told said. 

"But I have to wait so long after school!" Honey told her mother.

"Then walk!" Honey's mother said, glaring at her daughter. Honey stopped talking; it was no use. Even though Honey was eighteen, her parent's treated her like she was thirteen. While her brother, who was nineteen (he got held back in first grade), had free reign. He managed to pull at least Bs in school while Honey got Cs. She disliked school and didn't even try to compete with her wonderful brother. 

Actually, Honey despised her brother. He was always the 'perfect' one. Honey could never compare. It seemed as if she could never measure up. Consequently, Honey decided to stay behind the scenes, in a way. She was fairly quiet around groups of people; her family was a different story.

It seemed as if Honey and her brother were always getting into arguments. He tended to 'forget' to take her home, which resulted in Honey having to walk – and it was a good three miles. It seemed as if Honey was always pissed at her brother. Yet she was blackmailed into being nice to him, so he would give her a ride home.

"If you just tried as hard as your brother, maybe you would have more freedom." Honey's mother said. 

"Yeah, Honey Bun. Be like me!" he snickered, shoving toast and bacon into his mouth. Adam had been calling her Honey Bun every since she could remember. She always yelled at him for it, but – for some reason - secretly thought it was kind of cute.

"C'mon, shortie." Adam said, tugging on his sister's red locks. "We're going to be late for school." Honey glared at him. He was always agitating her. She hated how it entertained him and she tried to not let it get to her. However, it always did. 

The pair got into Adam's car. "Honey Bun, I have to stay until four today." He told her. 

She uttered a soft growl. She would have to wait for an hour. 

As they pulled into the driveway, Honey got out of the car and stormed into the school, searching for her friends. 

Meanwhile, Adam shrugged. His sister was so melodramatic. He entered the high school and was immediately greeted by a group of people.

"Nice pass Saturday, man!"

"You totally took that game, Adam."

"Great interception, dude."

A chorus of voices filled Adam's ears with congratulations for the past Saturdays. Not that he was complaining. He loved the attention. After more praises, the bell rang and everyone scrambled to class. 

*** Hours later, at three o' clock, Adam headed to football practice while Honey stopped to talk to Jack; her boyfriend. "So, what are you doing this weekend?" he asked Honey, smiling down at her. 

She was rather short and petite; standing at only about five feet.

"Hmm, nothing much. Parents are leaving for the weekend; business trip. Wanna come over?" Honey questioned, sliding a finger down his arm.

"Well actually there's a party at Sara's house on Friday. I was wondering if you want to go? We can go to your house after." Jack said. Just as he spoke, Adam walked past. "In case you forgot, my dearest Honey Bun, you are grounded." He winked, giving a smug to Jack.

"Damnit, Adam. Go away. Shut the hell up!" Honey snapped, shoving him; which didn't do much. He had at least a foot on her. He snickered, walking away. 

When he was gone Adam raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend. "Ignore him. He's a douche." She rolled her eyes. 

"What'd you do this time?" he inquired.

Honey sighed. "Home late." He nodded. 

"Alright, well I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, baby." Jack said, giving her a kiss. 

"Hey, can you give me a ride home?" she asked hopefully.

"I would, but I need to be at work in ten minutes. I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic look.

With that, Jack was off and that left Honey sitting alone on a bench. An hour and a half passed, and still there was no sign of her brother.

"Fucking dumbass. Leave me here. I hate him." Honey hissed. There was practically no one left at school. She was going to have to walk. "I'm going to kill that asshole!" she muttered, picking up her stuff and leaving the school.

Why was it so hard to wait for her? Or even just let her know if he was going to be late. She could have been home already. 

About a quarter of the way home, a car pulled up alongside the road and beeped. "I looked for you. Why'd you leave?" came a familiar voice. 

"You're, like, a fucking hour late!" Honey cried out, glaring at her brother, still walking. He was coasting beside her, slowly. 

"I didn't know practice would take so long. Damn, chill Honey." Adam said, giving her a dirty look. 

"Fine, I'll see you at home." He snapped, speeding away. "No, wait!" Honey said. But it was too late. "NO!" Honey said. Damnit. Why did I yell at him? She thought, shaking her head. 

Finally, Honey got home. She threw her bag on the ground and slammed the door. Thankfully, her parents were at work. "Ooh, Miss PMS is home." Adam said, who was sprawled out on the sofa. 

Honey glared daggers at him. "Hey, I stopped. I was going to give you a ride. You were a bitch to me." Adam said, shrugging slightly. "So I left." Honey shook her head; still furious with him. 

"You're a dick." Honey told him blatantly. 

"Now, now, my sweet little Honey Bun; let's not get mean. If you were nicer to me, perhaps I wouldn't have left you." He cooed, tickling her under the chin.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to call me that? I will not be nicer to you. I hate you. You are a douche bag to me." Honey hissed, slapping his arm away. "That's probably why Jessica left you. She realized how much of a dick you are."

Jessica was Adam's most recent girlfriend. That was new; since he usually didn't have girlfriends – just fuck buddies. They dated at least six months then she abruptly dumped him for no apparent reason and he was super pissed about it.

Adam narrowed his eyes at his sister and in a flash he had his sister pinned up against the wall by her wrists. "I told you never to talk about her again, you little bitch." He said icily, his face inches from hers. Honey's eyes were wide as saucers. As far as she could remember, Adam had never been that rough. The house was silent except for Honey, who was breathing pretty loudly. 



Honey Bun Ch. 02



There isn't any sex in this. As always, if you're looking for a quickie, don't read this. One more chapter should finish it up. Also, to all the people who had negative comments; sorry to disappoint. Tried to make this more interesting. 

Comments are loved, as always.

***

After Honey realized what had happened, she noticeably relaxed. As a first reaction, she was scared. She held her breath and stared at him. Then she came to a realization. She was fairly confident he would not do anything to her. Honey rolled her eyes at him. "Sensitive subject, still. Apparently." She said. 

Adam swore under his breath. He stared at his younger sister for a moment. Then, he let go of her wrists and stalked down the hall to his bedroom. 

Honey's shoulders relaxed after he left and exhaled. She shook her head, biting her lip. Just then, she heard the front door shut. 

"Adam! Honey! I'm home!" their mother's voice echoed throughout the house. Honey sighed and headed downstairs. "Did you start your homework, Honey?" her mother asked, narrowing her eyes at her daughter. Honey rolled her eyes. "I just got home about a half hour ago." Honey said irritably.

"Honey Marie. You know if you don't start doing that home work you're not going to get into college. Then you'll have no job! Your father and I are not going to pay for everything of yours because you didn't go to college. I just wish you worked as hard as Adam." Her mother said, tsking her daughter.

Honey was so sick and tired of her mother's constant nagging. Everyday as soon as she got home, her mother began to bitch at her relentlessly about schoolwork. And Honey just couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm a senior! My grades don't even really matter anymore! I already applied for colleges! Stop fucking nagging me! I'm not a little kid anymore! I will never be like Adam. I don't want to be like Adam!" Honey yelled, completely fed up with her mother.

That was what years of being lectured and compared to her brother did.

Mrs. Davidson was shocked. Her jaw fell open for a split second. Then, she glared at her daughter. "Honey Marie don't you ever talk to me like that, again! You ungrateful little thing!" she snapped. 

"Ungrateful? What the hell! You are a bitch!" Honey shrieked. 

In one quick motion, Honey's mother slapped her. 

Then, they were both stunned. They both stood still and it seemed like hours passed as opposed to seconds. Honey broke the trance both of them seemed to be in and whirled around. She stomped down the hall and out of the house. As she slammed the door, she could hear her mother yelling. "Honey! Don't you leave this house! You're grounded!"

However, Honey completely disregarded her. 

Moments later, Adam came down the stairs. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, watching Honey walk down the street; rather angrily. 

"Watch your mouth. And we just got into a little... argument..." Adam's mother said, sitting down at the table and rubbing her temple with her fingers.

"Little?" Adam snorted. Then he paused. "Did you hit her? It sounded like it." 

Mrs. Davidson looked up at her son and nodded slightly. "It all happened so fast." She shook her head.

"You slapped her? You actually hit her?" Adam said, in disbelief and remembering the events that had played out earlier. 

"Could you go talk to her?" their mother asked reluctantly. "She won't talk to me. She already hates me and after what just happened..." 

"Uhh, I don't think that's such a good idea..." Adam said slowly.

"Please, Adam? Your father won't be home for a few more hours and it's getting dark. I don't want anything to happen to her." Mrs. Davidson said. "Please?" 

Adam hesitantly gave in. "Fine." He said, grabbing his car keys and exiting the house in search of his sister. What would he say? HE was positive he was the last person she wanted to talk to; or maybe the second last. Regardless, he assumed this would not go well. 

About a half hour passed when he spotted a small girl walking on the sidewalk. He rolled down the window, hoping it was her. "Honey?" He said hesitantly, driving slowly alongside her. 

The girl turned to look at him. "What?" She snapped, glaring at him. 

"Come on. Let me take you home, Honey." Adam said. It was almost completely pitch black outside and their neighborhood wasn't exactly the best. "Mom is sorry."

"No she's not." Honey said icily, stopping. She turned to look at him. "I'm sick of her." 

Adam got out of his car and walked around it to her. He didn't really know what to say. "She's sorry." Adam repeated. 

Honey stared at her older brother. "You don't know what it's like." She sniffled. "She's always comparing me to you. I can never measure up."

Adam was silent for a minute. He was surprised in a way. Was his sister actually crying? "It's just her way of trying to get you to work harder." Adam said softly. 

Now she was really crying. "I don't care." She sniffled again.

"Come on, Honey Bun. Let's go home..." Adam said quietly, pulling her into a somewhat awkward hug. Unexpectedly to Adam, she returned his embrace and sobbed into his shoulder. "Come on," he said gently, coaxing her into the car. Once they were both in, he drove back home and hoped his mother was asleep. He didn't want them to argue anymore and he didn't want to have to go get her again. 

The siblings walked into the dark house. Wordlessly, Honey walked off in the direction of her room while Adam just stared after her.

He was sure of one thing; today was a crazy day.

***

The next morning, Adam woke up and headed downstairs. The kitchen was empty which was odd. Usually Honey and their mother were bickering. He cocked his head to the side in confusion. With a small shrug, he put a piece of bread in the toaster and went back to his room to change for school. 

When he was ready, he headed out to his car to see Honey in the passenger's seat. He got into the car and gave her a weird look. She was never on time. "Where are Mom and Dad?" he inquired, casting a glance at his younger sister. 

"They left. Business trip. It's Friday; remember?" she said casually. 

This was beyond weird. She wasn't giving him a smartass comment, or being a bitch. "Oh yeah..." he said, shaking his head. With one final look at his sister, he pulled out of the driveway still trying to figure her out. 

"I have to stay after school today again. Until four." Adam told her. He bit his lip; wondering if he should apologize for yesterday... maybe later. 

"Okay." Was her reply.

They pulled into a parking spot and both got out. Disappearing into the school, the bell rang.

*** 

When the final bell rang, Adam headed to football practice while Honey sat outside on the benches waiting for him. Jack plopped down next to his girlfriend and put his arm around her. "What's up, baby? You look depressed." He said, giving her a kiss. 

"Nah, I'm fine." She shrugged. "We still going to that party?" Honey asked. 

Her boyfriend nodded. "Mmmk, well I'm going to go get ready. I'll pick you up at nine?" He said, giving her a final kiss.

"See you later," said Honey with a smile. 

Honey sat there awhile longer. Finally, it was about four fifteen when Adam came out. "Ready?" 

They headed out to his car. Adam hadn't seen much of Honey earlier and she still wasn't talking to him. After they got into his car, he looked at her. "I'm sorry." He said, breaking the awkward silence.

Honey turned to look at him. Her expression was blank. "It's okay." She shrugged.

"No, it's not." Adam sighed. "I shouldn't have done that... you know I would never hurt you... right?" he said slowly. 

"Yeah, I know," Honey replied, half-smiling. "I was only scared for a few seconds. Plus, I wanted to see how far I could get you to go." She admitted.

He laughed slightly and shook his head at her. More moments of silence passed and Honey turned to look at him again. She was smirking.

"What?" he asked, giving her a weird look.

"Actually..." Honey began. "That was kinda hot." 

Adam busted out laughing and gave his sister another weird look. "What?" 

Honey enjoyed saying things to shock people. It entertained her, a lot. 

"You pressing me up against the wall like that." She explained, arching an eyebrow at him.

"You are so weird, Honey Bun." Adam shook his head, pulling in their driveway. 

What was going on with Honey? Adam shook his head again. Was she serious about what she had said? As she got out of the way, Adam couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips as she walked into their house. He shook his head fervently and looked away. What am I doing? He wondered to himself. 

He walked in the house. "I assume you are leaving." He stated, glancing at his sister.

"Yup. Party with Jack."

Adam rolled his eyes. He always had thought Jack was a bit of a douche. "Have fun."

"You're not going to tell them... are you?" Honey asked carefully. 

Adam shrugged. "No."

And with that, Honey went to her room to get ready. 

Hours passed and Adam was lying on the couch when Honey came downstairs. It was about eight thirty. Adam wasn't really into partying. Once in awhile, he would go to one. But for the most part, that was Honey's forté. Even though the girl was undeniably small, she had an uncanny way of being able to hold her liquor. 

Honey stood in front of the television. "How do I look?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at her brother who was lounging on the sofa.

Adam looked up at her and he choked slightly. Goddamn she looked sexy. Damn Honey; now he couldn't stop thinking about what she had said earlier. But she did look good. She had on a school girl looking mini skirt which was red and a white tank top, which clung to her body. 

"Ahem, you look okay." He said, clearing his throat. 

"Are you sure?" She asked suspiciously, sitting on the other end of the couch. 

"Yeah." He replied. His eyes trailed down. The way his little sister was sitting, her legs were parted just enough so that he could see her panties. Sister. Sister. She's your sister. He thought, looking away. 

It was so peculiar. A few days ago, Honey acted like a bitch to her brother. Now she was acting like they were best friends. Girls are weird. Adam thought as his sister talked about the party she was going to be attending. "Don't do anything stupid." Adam warned. Even though his sister was shy usually, when she had alcohol in her it was a different story. 

Just then, the doorbell rang. Honey sprang up and opened the door to her grinning boyfriend. "Bye, Adam!" Honey said and with that she was gone. 

While Adam was lying on the couch, Honey and Jack were on their way to one of the annual parties held by one of their fellow classmates. Even though it was rather early, there were already quite a few cars parked near the house. 

The pair walked up to the house and immediately the smell of sweat and weed filled their nostrils. It had been awhile since Honey had been to a party and she definitely wasn't wasting anytime. She went over the where the drinks were being served and took a shot of straight vodka. Jack chuckled. "Damn, Honey." He said, taking one too. She downed two jello shots and maneuvered her way to the large crowd of people, Jack in hand. They danced for awhile and then Honey decided to go get another drink. In doing so, Jack wandered away. 

Honey took a seat on one of the stools. "What can I get you?" asked the guy making the drinks. "Mmm, surprise me." She said, watching him make her drink. She didn't want an unexpected surprise. It wasn't uncommon for people to slip things in girls' drinks. He handed her a blue liquid and she took a drink of it. "Mmm, good." She nodded at him. 

She turned back around, looking around for her boyfriend. "Damn, where is he...?" Honey asked out loud. She finished the drink, thanked the guy, and asked for another one. Honey hated being at parties by herself. It made her nervous. "So who are you here with?" The guy yelled, trying to be heard over the loud music while preparing her another drink. 

"My boyfriend, Jack Sidler." Honey told the guy. "Know him?" 

"Plays hockey?" The guy asked, handing her the drink. 

Honey nodded. "That's him." 

"Ah." The guy said. "So what's your name?" he asked her.

"Honey. You?" 

"Mmm, sweet like honey." He chuckled, winking at her. Honey tried not to roll her eyes. Even though she was drunk, she had heard that one at least a dozen times. "Names Scott." 

"Nice. Okay, well I'm going to go find Jack." She said, getting to leave with her drink in hand. Occasionally taking sips of it, Honey pushed through the throngs of people. Damnit, where is he? Honey wondered. Managing to avoid some of the creepier looking guys, she made her way upstairs. "Oh, Henry!" she said, running into one of Jack's best friends. "You know where J-Jack is?" she slurred, finishing her drink.

"Uh, Honey..." Henry said slowly. Honey gave him a puzzled look. 

"What? Where is he?" She demanded. Henry bit his lip, looking down at the female. He pointed to one of the closed doors and then brushed passed her, hurrying away. 

Honey was pissed. This was probably not going to end up well. She set the empty cup down on a table. The teenager opened the door to her boyfriend and a girl on the bed. Apparently he had forgotten to lock the door. 

"JACK!" she screamed. Honey was beyond pissed. 

"Honey, baby. I can explain." Jack said, hurriedly getting up and zipping up his pants. 

"You douchebag. G-Get the f-fuck away from me!" Honey cried out. She stumbled out of the room, just missing falling into someone. She couldn't believe it. Jack cheated on her. Regardless if he was drunk, she didn't care. She shook her head angrily. 

She very clumsily walked over to where she had been sitting before. "Back again, Honey?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow at her. 

"Give me another one." She groaned, wanting to drink her problems away. 

"What happened?" Scott asked, making her another mixture of the blue liquid. 

"He cheated on m-me." Honey said curtly. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said giving her a sympathetic look and handing over the drink. He drank it in one rather large gulp. "Whoaa, slow down there, girl." He warned. 

She sighed and rested her head against the wall behind her. "I can't believe he c-cheated on me."

"Well, he is drunk, isn't he?" Scott asked.

"I don't f-fucking care if h-he's drunk. He k-knows, n-no matter if he's d-drunk or n-not." She stuttered some more, motioning for him to give her another drink. "And h-he was my r-ride."

"I can give you a ride." Scott offered, ignoring her request for another drink. 

"Don't you h-have to do t-this?" She asked, motioning to the vast array of bottles of alcohol. 

"Eh, they won't miss me." Scott shrugged. Just then, Jack came stumbling down the stairs. He spotted Honey, and rushed over. "Honey. I'm s-sorry." He managed to get out, trying to kiss her.

"Get the h-hell away f-from me!" She yelled, shoving him away, which didn't do much good. 

"But, Honey. I said I was sorry."

"D-Don't care." Honey retorted drunkenly, sliding off the stool. "I'm leaving." 

"With him?" Jack asked, pointing to Scott. "You d-don't even k-know him!"

But Honey ignored him and followed Scott out of the house. Scott led her to his car and she got in the passenger's seat. 

"Where to?" Scott asked.

"Uhh. Seacrest S-Street." She stuttered. 

"So what do I get for taking you home?" Scott asked the pretty little thing beside him.

She glared at him. "Absolutely n-nothing." She snapped. Damnit; today was turning out to be a bad day. It even topped yesterday. I am so stupid. Why the fuck did I take a ride with someone I don't even know. Honey wondered. "I can w-walk from here." Honey didn't even know where they were. However, at this point she figured almost anything was better than being in the car with Scott.

"No." Scott said, glaring at the girl.

Honey froze. Shit, shit, shit. He wasn't going to let her go. While Scott kept driving, Honey tried to think of some way to get out. She was getting a headache. 

She saw Scott's hand moving toward her thigh. "Don't t-touch me." Honey said icily, trying to sound as serious as possible.

"You're drunk you don't know what you really want." Was his retort.

Do not cry. Do not show weakness. Honey thought to herself. She took a deep breath, wishing she hadn't drank so much. As least she hadn't passed out. 

"Damn, you have some sexy legs." Scott said, sliding his hand along her bare skin.

"I said d-don't touch me!" Honey screamed, slapping his hand away. 

"You little bitch! You're going to regret that!" Scott yelled, slamming on the breaks. 

Honey looked at the door again, not sure if it was unlocked. She reasoned if it was, she might be able to get out. If it wasn't and she was stuck here, gosh knows what he would do. She decided to take the change.

In one surprising swift motion, she managed to grab the handle of the door and push it open. Scott reached to grab for Honey's hair but missed. "HONEY!" he yelled.

But Honey didn't hear him. She ran as fast as she could, drunkenly, down the street. She had no idea where she was. But she just kept running. Hearing Scott's car's tires behind her, she disappeared in some trees, so he wouldn't be able to see her. Honey felt her pocket. Shit, I forgot my phone. Honey thought miserably. 

She stopped, trying to catch her breath. It was silent. Did she loose Scott? She stayed there a few more minutes before coming out of the brush and trying to figure out where she was. Walking a few more streets, she finally began to recognize the streets. 

Walking down her street, Honey knocked on the door. By this time, there were tears streaming down her face and she looked completely miserable. 

Adam had fallen asleep but awoke when he heard the knocking. Walking to the door, he opened it to see a pathetic looking Honey. "What happened?" he asked, as Honey practically fell over. "Where's Jack?"

All Honey could do is groan. She braced herself against the door frame, her knees buckling. 

"Oh my God, Honey." He said noticing her tears, sincerely worried about her. Adam slid an arm under her knees and picked his sister up effortlessly. 

He carried her into her room and set her onto her bed. Honey was still crying and she buried her face in his shoulder. "What happened, Honey Bun. Tell me," He urged gently, stroking her hair. 

Minutes passed before Honey leaned back slightly. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I saw Jack f-fucking some girl." She sobbed. 

"Oh, Honey Bun, I'm so sorry." Adam said, feeling sorry for his sister.

"And then I-I was talking to s-some guy w-who was m-making drinks," finally getting out all out in between sniffles and drunken stumbles. "And h-he offered to take me h-home. And when we w-were in the car he a-asked what I was g-going to g-give him in r-return for the r-ride." She whined. 

"Oh, God." Adam groaned, hugging his sister and afraid of what else happened. "Then what?"

"I s-slapped him and he got m-mad. Then I m-managed to g-get out of his c-car a-and I-I r-ran." She finished, burying her face in his shoulder again. 

Adam breathed a sigh of relief. He knew what could happen at those parties. He especially knew that a lot of guys who tried to take advantage of drunken girls attended those parties were there. "What was his name? Who is he? What did he look like? I'll fucking kill him!" Adam said, pissed off. 

But all Honey did was sob and cry some more. She wrapped her arms around his neck while her brother stroked her hair and rubbed her back. 

"Shh, Honey Bun. It's okay. I got you. You're safe. I won't let anyone get you," he cooed, trying to get her to calm down. She was so different from the normal Honey. She was so fragile, in his arms. 




Honey Bun Ch. 03



Since everyone seems to hate this series, this will be the final chapter. 

Also, if you have any story suggestions – incest; brother and sister, preferably – let me know. 

***

Honey awoke the next morning to the sun shining in the window. She was lying entwined with her brother and her head was throbbing. She groaned, rubbing her forehead. Hangovers were the worst. Honey's brother was still out cold, right beside her. 

She looked down at her brother, confused. Then bits of pieces of her memory began to come back; drinking, Jack cheating, almost being raped. "Oh, God." She groaned again. "Oh damn." 

This woke Adam. "Honey?" he said, with a yawn. Honey cleared her throat, and fell back onto the pillow. She closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she sighed, throwing her arms over her eyes. 

Adam was silent for a moment. "Me too." He said softly. She lifted an arm to look at him. "For?" 

"Couple days ago... getting mad about what you said..." he explained.

"Oh, that." she said. "It's okay."

"No, it's really not. It was way outta line. I overreacted a lot and I really am truly sorry. You know I would never hurt you." He continued.

"Yeah, I know you wouldn't." She said. "I'm sorry to. I just got so mad when I saw Jack with that girl. I drank a lot... more than usual. I don't even know why I got into that car with that guy... he seemed so nice..." Honey trailed off.

"You were drunk." He stated. 

"Yeah, I know... but still. Thank God I got out." She said, relieved about that much, at least. 

Adam nodded, in agreement. "I'm still going to fucking kill him." Adam told her. "Do you remember who did it?"

"I think his name was Scott." Honey said, after some thought. 

"Scott?" Adam asked. "What did he look like?"

"Cute. Brown hair. Tall. Brown eyes. Really good at mixing drinks?" Honey shrugged, trying to recall what the young man had looked like. 

"Scott Baker. I'm going to kill him," Adam said again, shaking his head with a glare. His facial expression suddenly changed. "But are you okay?" he asked, his face softening.

"I just have a headache." Honey said. "And my back hurts for some reason." She shrugged. "Otherwise, I'm good." She just wanted to forget everything that happened. It was a nightmare. "I just want to forget about it." Honey said. "I'm going to take a shower." 

With that, she got up and headed into the bathroom. She popped two Tylenol and stepped into the warm shower, letting the water soothe her body which was aching. 

Meanwhile, Adam dressed and went into the kitchen to make some food. He still felt terribly bad about what had happened to Honey; both what he did and the prior night's events. 

When Honey was finished, she put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then she went to the kitchen.

As Honey walked toward him, Adam bit his lip. Even though she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she looked so damned sexy. Her damp hair was hanging in tousles around her petite face and her soft green eyes. 

Honey glanced up to see her brother staring at her and gave him a peculiar look. "What?" she asked. He shook his head, and turned his attention back to the frozen pizza he was putting into the oven. 

"So you forgive me?" Adam asked suddenly, with a hopeful tone to his voice. A small smile appeared on Honey's face for the first time since the party. 

"Hmm, I don't know." She said, her voice sounding slightly playful. Honey had given up. She didn't want to remember anything about last night; about Adam getting angry at her; or her mother. She just wanted to have a good day and that was exactly what she intended on doing. 

Adam sat at the table across from her. "You don't know?" He questioned, appearing surprised. 

"Yeah, I dunno if I can forgive you. You scared the shit out of me," Honey half-lied, trying to sound serious. It had happened so quickly, Honey was stunned but she had a feeling he wouldn't have hurt her. Regardless what either of them said or did, Honey knew they would always be there for each other even though sometimes it seemed like they despised each other. 

Plus, Honey was a rather forgiving person. She knew she shouldn't have said what she said, anyway. It was a low blow. 

"I did?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow at his younger sister. "I am so sorry, Honey Bun." He apologized again. "I was in a bad mood and then I just totally lost it. I promise you. It'll never ever happen again." He told her sincerely.

No answer.

"Honey?" Adam said, looking at her. She glanced up at her big brother and chuckled a bit. "It's okay. Let's put it behind us. I won't say anymore bitchy things... and you won't... well you won't do any more douchey things." Honey smiled at him. 

Adam began to laugh. "Agreed." 

The siblings were silent for awhile until the alarm went off signaling the pizza was done. Adam took it out and got two plates. 

"You know, contrary to what you may think, I do love you." Adam said slowly, eyes on his pizza. 

Honey looked up at her brother, surprised yet again at what he had said. She just stared at him, wordlessly and with a blank expression.

"Really, Honey Bun. I know I am sometimes a dick. I know you get sick of Mom for always comparing you to me and I'm sorry. And I know we don't always get along that well. But I really am sorry." Adam said, with pauses in between as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Again, Honey just stared at her brother. She couldn't recall a time he had ever said anything nice to her. 

"Say something?" Adam said weakly. Her silence was killing him.

"I'm just... surprised." Honey said carefully. "I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me." 

"Well I'm sorry. I know you probably think I hate you half the time. But I don't." Adam said.

"Thanks. It means a lot... really." Honey told him with a grateful smile. 

The two began to eat their pizza, silently. 

When they both were done, Honey got their plates. When she bent over to put them in the dishwasher, Adam's eyes glanced upwards as her cute little butt and he let out a little growl. 

Honey turned around and started laughing. "Did you just growl at me? What were you looking at?" she asked, giving him a strange look. 

His face turned a bright shade of red. "Umm, nothing." Adam said.

"Were you looking at my ass?" Honey questioned, putting her hands on her hips. Adam quickly began to shake his head.

"You were. You dirty little boy. You were staring at my ass!" she laughed some more. For some reason, she was thoroughly entertained by this. 

Adam, relieved she wasn't angry, began to laugh. "I just can't help it. It's so damn cute." He winked at her.

"You think so?" said Honey, putting a hand on her hip and turning around to look at her ass. This turned Adam on. He stood up and headed into the living room. 

"Well, it's cute. But it's kind of flat..." he said exiting the room with a mischievous smile. She followed him.

"Flat? My butt is not flat!" she protested as he took a seat on the couch. Her lips were in a pout. "My butt is not flat!" she repeated.

"Mmm, whatever you say." Adam shrugged slightly, turning on the television. Honey stood in front of the television. 

"Take it back!" she threatened. "My butt isn't flat. Take it back or I'm gonna hurt you!" 

Adam snorted. "Hurt me? You couldn't and wouldn't." He chuckled, giving his younger sister a look of disbelief. Honey narrowed her eyes at her brother. In one swift motion, she pounced on him and began to tickle him mercilessly. 

"H-Honey..." he tried to speak. "S-Stop!" He said, in between laughs.

"You doubted me. You brought this on yourself. And now it's time to pay!" she said, laughing evilly. 

"Honey!" he protested, trying to catch her hands, but they managed to evade him. Finally, he managed to catch her hands.

"Ugh!" Honey said, finally being caught. 

There was a moment where it seemed like everything stopped. 

Adam leaned in and pressed his lips to his little sister's. Honey was surprised and a tingling feeling coursed throughout her body. Without even knowing it at first, Honey returned his kiss and explored his mouth with her tongue. 

The kiss lasted for quite a bit and when Adam pulled back a bit, Honey closed her eyes and shook her head a bit somewhat in shock of what had just happened. When she opened her eyes, her brother was staring at her intently with a worried expression.

She smiled slightly at him and leaned in to kiss him again. Adam grunted, putting his hand near Honey's collarbone. "Want to go to my room?" he asked, gazing at her. She nodded and he picked her up, carrying her to his room. Adam set her on his bed and kneeled over her, bending down to place kisses on her neck. 

Honey whimpered softly, loosely putting her arms around his neck. Then Adam put his hands near the bottom hem of her t-shirt and slid if off, with the help of her. Once that was off he began to kiss her chest and neck some more. 

Her eyes were closed enjoying his soft lips on her skin. 

His hands made their way behind her and he unhooked her bra with one swift motion. He tossed that on the ground and he just looked at her breasts for a moment, marveling at how beautiful they were. They were a bit on the small side; about a handful but nonetheless, stunning.

Honey began to blush. Adam slid the back of his hand along her jaw line, gently caressing her skin. "Don't be embarrassed. You're beautiful." He said softly, lowering his head once more and placing some kisses on her breasts. 

He then moved to her nipples, gently sucking on them causing a small, barely audible moan to escape Honey's lips. Adam moved on to the other breast, and did the same thing. 

Honey gave him a kiss, then switched places with him and sat on his waist. Grinning down at him, she leaned down and began to suck on his earlobe, running her tongue along the outer part. Then she moved down to his neck and sucked on the sensitive skin causing Adam to gasp at the sudden sensation. She helped him take off his shirt and left a trail of kisses down his chest.

She stopped at his waist and unbuttoned his pants and then slid them down his legs, again with his help. His cock was already pretty hard from Honey's sucking and biting. She giggled a bit. "Did I do that?" she asked. Not waiting for a reply, she hooked her fingers on his boxers and slid them down as well which released his cock.

Honey wrapped a hand around it and squeezed slightly. She dipped her head and planted kisses on the head of it. Adam moaned again, in pure ecstasy. 

She began to move her hand and with her other hand she played with his balls. After a few seconds she removed her hand and Adam squeaked out in protest. Then she dipped her head again, completely engorging his throbbing cock with her mouth. 

Adam put his hand on her head as she used her tongue on his throbbing member. She looked so sexy; her pretty little mouth wrapped around his penis. 

Adam just couldn't take it anymore. "Honey..." he warned. "I'm going to..." he began, then he shot a load of his white, sticky cum into her mouth. 

Honey swallowed all but a little, which was sliding off her lip. She caught it with her tongue, seductively licking her lips while staring at him lustily. 

Honey played with his cock some more while Adam removed her sweatpants. He slid her thong off next, which made him even hornier. His eyes averted to her slit, which was clean shaven except a little square right above her sex. 

He slid a finger along her clit which was soaked. Then Adam sucked her juices off of his finger. "Mmm, sweet like honey." He said softly, smiling down at his little sister. 

Honey kneeled over her older brother and grabbed his cock, directing it to her hole. She rode him, with his hands on her hips. Eventually, they fell into a rhythm.

Honey began to reach her orgasm and yelled out her brother's name. "Oh, fuck me Adam. Fuck your little sister. I've been a naughty girl."

This drove Adam over the edge; hearing her talk to him like that and he orgasmed shortly after she did. Honey climaxed and layed on top of her brother, breathing rather heavily. He stroked her hair, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

Adam gave his sister final kiss. Then the pair fell asleep, lying entwined with each other, once again but this time in different light.



"Honey, Can I?"



Ben looked up as his wife Julie walked in and sat down across from him. After more than a dozen years of marriage, he knew when something was on her mind, so he lay down the newspaper he had been reading.

"What's up, babe?" He asked her before she said anything.

"You know I told you about that client of mine, Henry?" Julie asked.

Ben knew about Henry, he seemed like a nice old guy. He had been sort of a grandfather figure to Julie back when she was trying for her license so she could open up her very own spa.

That was a dream of hers even back when they had been dating. Her plan was to have her own place, where they did things like body wraps, massages, hair and nails, a sauna and hot tub, even working with mostly women who struggled with extra weight, things like that.

Basically a full service day spa. Ben was thinking it would be primarily women going to a place like that. He also was thinking it probably would not make very much money, but he loved his Julie with all his heart and wanted her happy.

That old man Henry from just a few doors down the street had done a lot to help Julie setting up the place, he had been a construction worker before he retired so adding walls and doing plumbing and wiring was easy for him.

Henry had even came over several nights and helped her with her upcoming massage board exams, for some reason the old guy seemed to have a lot of knowledge about the massage profession he had gained somewhere.

The two of them sat there as Henry went through the list of names of muscle groups, crazy names to Ben but what with government and all he did sort of understand. Why in the hell did they need to call someone's butt a "Gluteous Maximus" was beyond him. Butt, or fanny was way easier in his mind.It got worse from there so Ben sneaked away to his garage and left them to it.

Henry never asked for anything in return, so Julie had invited him over for a nice dinner a few times. Ben had found the guy likeable, and he was full of stories about the old days.

Now Henry was a regular client at the spa that Julie ran, just once a week and she never charged him anything. She had several other women on staff, commission type workers that she said were independent contractors. 

One mostly did the workout and gym type classes, the other one worked one of the massage rooms on commission and also did things like body wraps which Ben found to be silly. Wet Salt and Aloe Vera, dumb stuff like that. But people paid good money to have that done, so Ben never gave it a second thought. There was an older lady that did hair and nails, that was great because she already had a good list of clients when she took over that section.

Julie mostly took care of the office and paperwork now, plus she had a couple of dozen regular clients of her own.

The surprise was how much money her business brought in, nearly as much some months as Ben's own contracting business. There was a safe bolted to the floor in their bedroom closet, the thing was full of bundles of cash. For some reason nearly everyone paid in cash, practically unheard of in the current business world.

He never dreamed that a business like that could do so well. That actually had caused one small argument, Ben needed a new loader machine and Julie wanted a Mercedes so they disagreed on what was more important.

But Julie was adamant, so finally Ben told her, "Go BUY the fucking thing then!" And went to work.

That evening he got home to find a new Silver Mercedes sitting in their driveway.

She had paid for it in cash?

+++

"Yes, what about Henry?" Ben had no idea at all of what was up.

"You know he is over sixty? And he lives alone?" Julie had a funny look on her face.

"Sure, what are you getting at?"

"When I am working on him, he gets..you know.. excited?"

Ben almost laughed but managed to control that.

"Honey, you are one fine looking woman. What in the hell do you expect? I bet that happens all the time when you are doing massages."

"Yes, I know. Of course it does with some of the men customers, but with Henry it's...? I don't know what it is, but I want to.. take care of that for him." She blushed profusely.

"Take care of...? What? You want to whack him off? Is that what you are saying?" Ben was staring at her in surprise. It was probably the last thing he expected.

"Don't say it like that, I just want to give something back. He is all alone, and he has been so nice, helping me and all. He doesn't have a wife, and he lives by himself."

"Lots of men don't have wives, and lots of them live alone?"

"With Henry it's different for some reason. I just want to make him happy, is all. Besides, it's just hands, you know. Touching?" Julie's eyes were downcast.

"So what are you going to do, turn your business into the neighborhood cathouse? Besides, that shit is ILLEGAL!!" Ben growled. He could feel his temper rising, something rare for him.

"Please don't get mad, honey. It's nothing like that. Just forget I even suggested it." Julie hopped up and went into the kitchen, acting irritated herself.

Things seemed a little cool around the house after that, but Julie didn't say anything. Ben just let it go, better to keep his mouth shut than argue.

Julie sure did sometimes act a little bit on the dumb side, but that was part of what he loved about her.

But a few weeks later she came up with a large chunk of the money for his new loader, that streamlined his own operation so things were really going well.

Then he got the job to put in most of the new shopping center complex in the next town, and life became a whirlwind so he forgot all about their brief conversation.

+++

Ben had never had any reason at all to question Julie, she was in nearly every respect a perfectly normal housewife.

What he loved about her was the fact that she was always happy, and she was the most willing female he had ever known in their bedroom. Not that Ben had any huge experience in that department, just a few short term girlfriends in college.

Well, quite a few. When a man is young and surrounded by young females, things happen.

Ben lost his own virginity at Spring break the first year in college, things were a bit drunk and for some reason one young girl he met had an interest in him.

Normally nothing would have happened since he barely knew her but booze got in the way and she was there in his bed when he woke up. Nothing shy about her, either, three of his buddies were sharing the room and she got up completely naked to use the bathroom. The other men in the room watched her, she didn't care at all. Then she came back out and climbed back under the covers with him. He did notice that there were a few other women in the room in various stages of undress and none of them seemed particularly bashful either.

Ben had no clue what her name was, he never saw her again after that. Not something he was proud of and he hadn't bothered to ever mention that night to Julie after they got together. 

He met Julie a few months later, she was working as a cashier for the Summer at a grocery store.

He asked her out and she accepted, one thing led to another and they became an item. Julie did have wonderful hands even then, and after a half dozen dates one ended with her using her hands to relieve Ben.

It was rather clear that she was not without experience at doing that. It took some scrubbing later to get the sperm spots off of the headliner in his car, how she managed to create the most amazing orgasm with her hands was beyond him.

Not long after that Julie allowed Ben access to her bare breasts. They weren't large but were nice and firm, and her nipples were very sensitive. Licking one while rolling the very tip of the other with his fingers caused her eyelids to flutter and Ben thought she may have climaxed from just that.

That part of their relationship was wonderful, both of them were eager to be together all of the time.

They decided to get married in their junior year, it was a small ceremony and Julie came to him pure that night. Sex itself was a learning curve for both of them, thus nothing spectacular right at the beginning although they managed. The few spots of blood left on the bed sheets assured Ben that he was the only man to ever get that far.

By the end of the next day their lovemaking was improving rapidly, Ben found himself so sore that his foreskin swelled up. Julie was in the same condition, so they gently rubbed Cocoa Butter on each other, giggling the whole time.

Early on they really could not afford much of anything, so playing around with each other was the typical evening entertainment.

+++

Even then Ben knew of Julie's dreams of having her own place since she talked about it a lot, and it took some time but finally finances were good enough for her to give it a try. 

The final check from a fairly nice government construction job was enough to buy the building. That was the one good thing about government, his bids didn't need to be all that competitive.

Plus helping one city councilman with a garage addition, and doing all of the underground work for the mayor's new house helped with the votes. Ben knew very well how the game was played.

Julie was happy almost beyond belief! That evening after they had signed the papers she knelt down in front of Ben's chair and proceeded to give him a combination hand and blow job, even to the point of swallowing. She did make a bit of a face, but she actually did that. Ben then took her on the carpet in their living room, another first for them.

The place they bought had six rooms, one entrance office that doubled as the hair and nails area, one for the sauna and hot tub, the four smaller rooms used mostly for massages and doing body wraps.

And it made money! That part was hard not to like, and it never once crossed Ben's mind that Julie would consider doing anything at all against the law.

So her suggesting what she did about serving old Henry just flabbergasted him.

+++

It was about a month later when Julie brought that up again. She cleverly waited for the perfect moment, Ben was in their bed and Julie had both hands on his groin, working her usual magic.

"This is what I would to do for our friend Henry if you let me." She told him.

Ben got the part about it being "our" friend. But she had him right there and she knew it, of course, all Ben could do was groan as he shot off all over her hands.

"So, what do you think?" Julie asked, after Ben had settled down.

"About what?" Ben asked.

"Henry. You never really gave me an answer." Julie reached out and stroked Ben's belly.

"Oh, hell! If you want to WHACK the old coot off, go ahead and do it, I don't care." Ben retorted, irritated.

Julie withdrew her hand at his outburst, Ben almost never got short with her.

"I'm sorry. Please don't get mad at me, I won't mention it again." She said. Ben didn't say anything, thinking that was the end of it.

+++

A couple of months later Ben was getting ready to go out and mow their small piece of lawn when he heard a mower running. Glancing out, there was Henry on his big double bagger bright red Craftsman mower.

That was a bit of overkill, because three swipes with that thing and it was done.

The old guy was always doing something for them it seemed. Ben went into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of beers and went out to visit.

"Nice day, huh?" The old man took the cold beer gratefully.

Yes, sure is. Thanks for mowing for me, you don't have to do that, you know." Ben told him.

"Least I can do, I want to pay you guys back. Great of you to let your missus take care of me." Henry grinned.

Ben stared at him for a moment.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"Oh, the massages and all. A single old guy like me doesn't have any real outlets, it helps. Plus not being bashful is great, Julie sure does have a fine set on her!" Henry cackled and took a swig of his beer.

Ben knew right then. Julie had not said a word about anything. His face darkened, he barely managed to not knock Henry right off his mower.

Henry spotted the reaction.

"Oh. Shit! Damn, I'm sorry, Ben. Julie told me you gave her permission? Hell, it's just touching, no big deal." He sounded suddenly a bit frightened.

Ben turned and walked into the house, sat down. He knew he needed some time, because if he confronted her right away, he had no idea how that would turn out.

Julie came out a few minutes later, she had been in the laundry room loading the washer.

"Did you get the grass cut, honey?" She asked.

"Henry did it." Ben growled.

"He is so nice, isn't he?" She smiled.

"Yeah, he said he was happy to do it since you are so nice to him down at the spa." Ben said.

"Yes, I..." Then she realized Ben was upset.

"What's the matter, honey?" She asked.

"What's the fucking matter? How about you jacking off the old coot, with your tits out for God's sake?" Ben yelled.

"Honey, I..? You told me you didn't care?"

Ben thought for a moment. He knew what he had said but he hadn't meant it that way.

"You let him play with your tits? I suppose you blew him or fucked him for crying out loud?"

"No, it's nothing like that. He is just older, so it's hard for him to...?" Julie stopped at that, her face turning red.

That was enough, Ben turned and walked out the door, jumped into his truck and spun the tires down the street.

Good lord was that woman dumb.

+++

His cell phone rang nearly instantly, of course it did. He ignored it. By the time he got his head back straight he realized he was over a hundred miles away down the freeway, so he pulled over to think.

How could Julie be so dumb? Ben had gone down to check things out when she had opened up the place, but after that he was so busy with his own company that he never paid any attention. He knew the names of the people Julie had on staff but had never been around any of them long enough to know them.

The next thing he knew, Julie was bringing home piles of cash and stacking it in their safe? What in the hell kind of business was she running, anyway?

Shaking his head, he started the truck and drove back home.

Julie was sitting in her chair when he walked in, it was clear that she had been bawling her head off.

Ben sat down and waited.

"Honey, I'm sorry." She finally wailed.

"Look. How can you be so dumb? Doing stuff like that will get you busted, it's against the law, you know."

"No, not really." She answered.

"Why not?"

"He doesn't pay me any money, and it's over at his place, not at the office."

"What? Now you are going over there? You are carrying on with that old man behind my back?" Ben raised his voice.

"It's not like that." Julie went back to sniffling.

"It sure as hell sounds like that." Ben growled.

They sat quietly for quite a long time.

"Julie, tell me exactly what you did, and don't leave anything out!" Ben finally demanded.

"It was a few weeks ago, Henry suggested that it would be nice if I..touched him a bit more intimately? I knew what he meant of course, so I told him maybe but it couldn't be at my work, you know why. Plus it had to be all right with you."

"Go on." Ben sighed.

"So I asked you, and you told me to go ahead."

Ben blinked at that, yes, he had said that, but...?

"Anyway, I went over to his place, and gave him a massage. Then I..did him...you know, like back when we were dating? The first couple of times were easy, but then he couldn't ... you know, he is an old man? So he asked me to show him? I know that turns guys on like you get? So, I let him look and he rubbed some lotion on me back. That's all it was, honest!" Julie told him.

"So how many times has this happened?" Ben demanded.

"Five, or maybe six times. I wouldn't have done it but you said I could."

"That is not the way I meant that!" Ben said.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"So how would you like it if I went to one of those massage parlor places?" Ben asked.

"I wouldn't mind, honey. It's just hands is all." Julie told him.

"What? Oh, sure! Jesus, I don't get you."

"I am serious. It's no big deal. If you want, I can have Marci drop by the house? She doesn't do anything at the office but she has some clients on the side." 

Ben looked at her in surprise again.

"You mean, the Marci that is on your staff? She does hand jobs?" Ben couldn't help it, he snickered at that. Marci was about 5'3" and close to 200 pounds.

"Yes, privately. Or how about Cindi? You haven't met her, she is cute. She brings in the most money for us." Julie told him.

"What kind of fucking place are you running down there?" Ben demanded.

"We are real careful, honey. The girls though, they have special clients that they...you know? It's just the way things are, people all want that."

"Wow. I had no idea. Now I know why you do so well down there."

"I thought you did know." Julie told him.

"This is a lot to accept, Julie. Plus I don't like the idea of you with that Henry guy. I mean, come on, you are my wife!! Letting him rub your tits? Isn't that a bit much?"

"I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore. It's just that, back in school every single guy I ever dated wanted that, including you."

"So you are a Madam? Which makes me a pimp, since you and I own that place? How in the hell can I be married to you and not know this is going on?" Ben demanded.

"I don't do any of that myself, well. Except for Henry. The girls are all independent, I just rent them room space and get a percentage is all."

Ben shook his head, started to get up.

"We are doing a bit over $15,000 in profit a month and that should double in another year or so." Julie told him.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really." Julie smiled at him.

Ben sat back down.

+++

The amount of money coming in was ridiculous, Ben sat in their bedroom and counted it. Damn, there was even more piled up than he had figured, and now he could go buy that new excavator he wanted.

He had forgiven Julie for that stuff with Henry, after all, it was just like she said, hands. That stuff never hurt anyone, he was thinking, looking at the neat bundle of bills.

He stuffed it back in the safe. They would need to be careful, after all, if the IRS found out that would be a problem. Sure, this kind of stuff was wrong but nobody was being hurt, so he really didn't give a damn.

Then over dinner, Julie told him that Henry had been calling for an appointment.

"He has? I thought that stuff was over with him."

"It is, I sent him to see Cindi a couple of times but he keeps asking for me." Julie said.

"He does, does he? Well, just FUCK Henry!" Ben growled. He got up and went into the living room.

Julie just shrugged.

+++

Ben was on the freeway headed home the next day, as usual, everything had come to a stop. He was thinking that with so much money coming in, he might just quit with the bidding and building jobs, it was all getting to be a pain in the ass.

His mind shifted to Julie, she had three or four clients herself down at her spa. What was it she said, that damned Henry had been calling and asking for an appointment?

That was one horny old coot, no doubt about that. But Julie had told him all about that, so no reason to be concerned.

What was it he had told her? Just FUCK Henry!

That should make the old bastard leave her alo...?

OH SHIT!