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Permission

By: senwood



Frances was on time which didn't surprise me, somehow. Although it was years since we had last met, I found her very much as I expected. Efficient, organised and a bit cold. At the same time I don't think she meant to be cold and she was making an effort to be pleasant. Not only that, but, when I thought about it, she was doing something I could never repay by offering me a home with her family for as long as I needed one. 

I am away at college most of the time but I still need a base and that's what she, her husband and her children are giving me. 

I've got some explaining to do, haven't I?

Well you see, dad died years ago, overseas, in a terrible accident at a plant where he was working in India. I don't really remember him. Frances is his sister, his brother's wife. After dad's death there must have been some kind of trouble between mum and Frances' side of the family, which explained why I barely remembered either her or my uncle Dominic. Mum died three months ago of a sudden aneurysm that must have ruptured during the night whilst she slept. She never knew what was happening to her as far as anyone can tell. 

Cutting a long story short, when Dominic and Frances offered me, mum's only child, a home, telling me that the capital that would be generated by selling mum's house could be sensibly invested so that I'd be able to buy my own property later when I was ready, I was still so numbed by everything that I had gratefully accepted their offer. And now, with the passage of time and an acceptance of what has happened, I had no regrets and was happy to be making a new start.

So this morning Frances had arrived in a hired, large bodied Transit van, which she had driven herself. I soon discovered that whatever else you may think of her, Frances is certainly not lacking in self-confidence.

I said she seemed a little cold. Maybe I will change my mind as I get to know her. She might be shy with people she doesn't know, I thought. She was full of praise for my packing, however. I'd spent the first week of my long summer break organising the house clearance and working out what I wanted to keep. Some stuff had then gone into storage, which Dominic had phoned about, and told me he would pay for; other things had gone to a house clearance company or to charity. Now we were taking my more personal stuff to Stappley, the village in Yorkshire where they live. I'd have nearly three months to settle in and get to know them all before going back to uni, which, ironically, would now be just a few miles away in Leeds as opposed to the long haul up from Exeter.

The van was only just over half full when we had finished loading everything. Frances was impressed.

'I thought you'd be bringing all sorts of stuff you couldn't bear to get rid of,' she said.

'I've been quite ruthless,' I said, forcing a smile. In many ways I had no idea what I was going to. I might be sharing a room with Holly or Charlotte or cramming myself into an attic bedroom.

Frances seemed to almost read my mind. 

'Come on,' she said brightly, patting my hand. 'Let's be off. Fear of the unknown is always the worst of it. The sooner you've met us all and seen your room, the sooner you'll relax.'

'Thanks Auntie Frances, thanks for everything.'

Suddenly, when she replied I realised she didn't mean to sound cold but it was her manner and something to do with her intelligence. I felt she was a clever, discerning woman.

'Don't ever thank me, Robyn, we're doing it for your mum and dad too, you know. We want to have you as part of the family.'

I smiled at her. She grinned back and turned her attention to reversing the van out of the drive.

'Everyone and I mean everyone, calls me Frances,' she said.

'Right,' I replied as we began to drive away from what had been my home for the last fifteen years. I looked over my shoulder out of the side window of the cab as the house disappeared from view.

'It's a nice big room overlooking the garden at the back of the house. It used to be the playroom but Dominic has made it very nice for you,' Frances added as we gathered speed.

I said she seemed a clever woman. She had told me what I most needed to know. Certainly I felt much more relaxed as we drove north. We pulled off the motorway somewhere between Bristol and Birmingham and spent the night in a motel. Frances said she couldn't manage the return drive in one day, especially since she had driven down in the rain and the weather was still pretty atrocious for July. So it was late morning the following day when we finally passed the large stone sign at the entrance to the village carved with the following words: 'Welcome to Stappley. Millennium 2000.'

The twins, Holly and Charlotte, usually known as Charley, came out to greet us. I was told that Dominic was at work, as was the eldest son Liam, who had a holiday job on a local farm. The other son was still asleep and I gathered that was quite normal for Ross. Frances left me with Holly and Charley and they took me up to my room. It was lovely and beautifully furnished. There was a door off to the right.

'Where does that lead?' I asked.

'Have a look,' said Holly.

I opened the door. I saw what was obviously a brand new bathroom where everything except the taps was brilliantly white. White towels were draped over a heated towel rack. It all smelled new.

'I thought this was a play room before?'

'It was, Robyn, but Dominic decided the box room next door was big enough to knock through and make into a bathroom. It was only finished yesterday.'

'It's... wonderful. I can't say how brilliant it all is.'

Frances appeared and I was about to start thanking her when she glared a little and said: 'Come on, let's get the van unloaded. Charley will you go and drag Ross from his bed, please?'

'Literally?'

'If you like, yes!' 

Charley scampered away giggling.

As we unpacked I learned more about them all. Holly and Charley, the twins, were 19 and Liam, the eldest was 23. I also learnt that Charley was off to the states in a few days' time to work in a summer camp for the summer break. Holly, I thought at the time, seemed less adventurous. Ross was just 20 and shuffled into view as Charley was regaling us with how she had indeed dragged him out of bed. Holly whispered something I didn't catch but I heard the answer: 'No, he had his shorts on!' Charley was convulsed with giggles again.

Ross came over to me. 'You're Robyn?'

'Yes,' I said. 'Why?'

'I thought you were a boy. I wondered what all the fuss with bathrooms and carpets was for.'

'That's enough Ross,' said Frances. 'I went to school with a girl called Robyn. It's not that unusual as a girl's name.'

The subject never came up again, not even with Liam, who seemed the nicer of my two male cousins when I eventually met him.

I'm twenty, by the way. I've just finished my first year reading Law at Leeds University. Apparently Frances is a solicitor but she only works part-time now. Dominic lectures at a local college. Social Sciences and that kind of thing.

Over the evening meal I noticed that the children did indeed call their parents by their first names. Dominic said there would be a bit of a party on Saturday night for the children. 

'Help Robyn meet some of your friends,' he said to the children and to me. I keep using the word children but it seems not quite right as the youngest were the twins who were nineteen. 

ooo000ooo

Party night soon came. I was tired after a week of many changes as well as getting all my things how I wanted them and dealing with my own solicitor and estate agent about the house I was selling. I met so many people that evening I knew I couldn't remember all the names. The children as I'm afraid I shall persistently call them were all dancing with their friends. I found Frances in the kitchen preparing some food.

'I thought you might have left everyone to it,' I said.

'We normally hang around -- not to interfere - but Dominic watches no-one drinks too much if they're driving and to make sure no uninvited guests try to get in. I do the food and chat to people. I've known lots of them since they were tiny tots.'

A boy [well, there I go again], a young man about twenty-two/twenty-three] came into the kitchen.

'Can I drag Robyn away please, Frances?' he asked.

'Sure Paul, we were just chatting.' I was relieved she mentioned his name.

'Come and dance,' he said. I smiled and followed him to the lounge. The carpet had been rolled up and removed, revealing a wooden parquet floor. The lights were dim, the music very loud and many people were dancing. I joined in with Paul.

The next number was a slow one. I noticed that there was some kissing and hands on breasts and bottoms but Paul was more careful, although he held me quite close. I felt happy. Holly was leaning against a tall young man who was standing with his back to the wall. They were kissing; he was pulling her to him with his hands around her bottom. I was a little surprised to note that as Dominic passed through the room he ruffled Holly's hair as he went by. 

After that Paul and I left the dance floor and went to get a drink. We chatted about all sorts and I told him about what had been happening in my life for the last few months. He told me about his family. I liked him. He asked me if I'd like to dance again and we went back to the makeshift 'ballroom'.

It was quite late now and I saw that the dancing was more overtly sexual. Liam was kissing an attractive brunette very passionately and I saw that she was stroking his crutch. Frances was standing in one corner, watching but smiling and clearly didn't disapprove of anything she saw. We're all over eighteen anyway I told myself again.

The next number was very slow and Paul held me again, moving his hand a little lower to my bottom and the other from my shoulder to my breast. I was wearing a bra and didn't really mind but I was getting a little embarrassed. Then when the music ended he pulled me to him and kissed me. I did respond to him but when he then pushed a hand hard into my crutch I stammered: 'No, Paul!' I pulled away from him and fled outside.

Paul followed me moments later. 'Robyn, I'm sorry... I thought...'

Suddenly Frances was there. I was close to tears.

'It's all right, Paul. Leave us, please. It's my fault, not yours,' Frances said.

Paul went back inside the house. Frances put her arm around my shoulder. 'I'm so sorry. I was stupid. I thought you'd have similar experience and desires to the rest of us. I have been so foolish in assuming so, Robyn.'

I was not going to cry, I told myself. I tried to explain.

'I worked hard during my first term at university to make sure I could cope. Then mum died and since then dealing with everything and still not getting behind with work has been a strain. I haven't had time for...'

'For the physical side,' Frances said, gently. 'But we all need that too, you know.'

I nodded.

'The children have grown to understand how we all lead a relatively open life sexually,' she continued. 'Charley didn't need any encouragement -- I have to keep a close watch on her. Now Holly, Holly was different...'

Slowly I managed to calm myself. 'How, how was she different?' I asked eventually.

'One day Holly and I sat and talked and she told me how she knew she wasn't like Charley. She saw that she was less, maybe, imaginative, sexually I mean. She wanted to learn what people like and what she might enjoy herself. In the end we agreed that she would be trained but that she would never do anything she didn't want to do. At the same time Holly agreed to do her best to...' Frances paused, looking for the right words. 'Well I suppose to take part in as many of the proposed activities as she felt able to.'

I was feeling hot and I wanted to know more.

'Who trained her?' I stammered.

'Dominic initially and then she was given tasks that involved other people.' She smiled at me. 'It wasn't an orgy or anything like that. Even now I don't think she's slept with more than three men ever. Talk to her about it if you want or ask Paul to teach you if you really like him.'

'I'd rather die,' I mumbled, 'than let them know how inexperienced I am, Frances. You don't understand...'

'Have you ever slept with a boy, Robyn?' Frances asked quietly, still holding me, but guessing the truth.

I shook my head.

'Or with a girl?' 

I shook my head even more vigorously. 'No,' I said.

I began to cry. The tears just flowed as if the dam of my emotions, everything from mum's death to my own recent loneliness, just burst and I wept and wept. Frances held me tight. Eventually as I calmed for the second time, I noticed it was starting to rain. I laughed weakly as it splattered our clothes.

'If only the good weather would come back,' Frances said. 'We could get the covers off the pool. When it's really hot we all wear very little. I love being naked in the heat.'

She surprised me.

She continued a few moments later: 'We need to get your confidence up, Robyn, before then.' Changing the tone, she said: 'Bedtime, perhaps? Come on.'

She took me to the kitchen and poured me a brandy with hot milk. 'Drink that and go to bed. Things will seem brighter tomorrow, Robyn. But don't be too surprised if you find we have a guest for breakfast. I think Jen is staying the night.'

I frowned, not quite understanding.

'Liam's friend,' Frances explained.

'I see,' I said. I went up to bed and slept like a log.

ooo000ooo

In the morning I lingered in the kitchen, helping to clear the remaining debris from the previous evening and chatting with Dominic and Frances. Liam appeared with Jen and I talked to them for a while. The others were still asleep. Dominic went off to the village to sort out arrangements for the village cricket matches scheduled over the next two months. Eventually there were just the two of us in the kitchen, Frances and I.

'Were you hoping to get me to yourself, Robyn?' she asked.

'Mmm. I wanted to ask you something.'

'Shall we walk down the garden?'

It was obviously a rhetorical question as she looked at me and then moved towards the outside door. I followed.

'It's a bit warmer today,' she said as we made our way across the lawn.

'Yes,' I said, my mind elsewhere, wondering how to broach what I wanted to say.

We sat down on a wooden bench facing the warming sun which had begun to shine. 

Frances spoke first: 'Were you going to ask me how we can make things different for you, Robyn?'

I nodded. Again Frances seemed perceptive enough to understand my difficulties which made it all the more strange that she hadn't foreseen the embarrassing incident with Paul last night.

'Do you think you're a bit like Holly, Robyn?'

'Yes,' I said promptly, pleased she had found such a clever way to put me a little more at my ease. 

She spoke slowly, cautiously: 'So perhaps you need to be trained a little too?'

'Yes but I don't know how to find someone to train me.' The words came unexpectedly easily as if they guaranteed solutions and took pressure off my worries.

'Perhaps that should be my job. When you know him a little more you might consider allowing Dominic to train you, do you think?'

'Would you let him train me fully in that way?' I was unsure whether she meant what I thought she was saying.

Frances patted my arm. I looked at her. 'You don't know what turns me on, Robyn. I wouldn't mind at all. And Dominic will be thrilled.'

'Why?' I know now how naïve I was then but my inexperience meant I had no understanding of how other people saw me, either physically or in terms of my sexual potential.

She had her answer ready, clearly thought out. 'Because, although I haven't seen you nude yet, I can tell you have a lovely young body which is capable of giving and receiving lots of pleasure once you can learn to relax with a partner.'

'Or partners,' she added with a smile.

I don't know why or how, but for the first time I felt a frisson of excitement, a sense that I could join in with what was clearly defined as normal for this, my new family.

'I'll talk to Dominic,' Frances concluded.

'Thank you,' I replied.

ooo000ooo

That afternoon when Dominic was back from the village he came to me. I was reading in the lounge after helping Frances put the carpet back and bring some of the furniture back from the dining room.

'Can we go to your room and talk, Robyn?' he asked me.

'Sure,' I said, feeling very nervous and slightly anxious. Perhaps he sensed this.

'Nothing's going to happen until you want it to. I just want to talk,' he said.

When we got to my room he climbed on the bed and squatted, legs crossed. 

'Do the same and sit facing me, Robyn, please.'

I did. We talked and talked about everything. Dad, mum, college. He didn't touch me or anything like that. After about two hours I plucked up courage to ask. No, that's not true I just found myself asking Dominic: 

'What do you want me to do first, Dominic?'

'Nothing, Robyn. Not yet.'

'I'd like some sort of outcome, a little encouragement that I'm making progress.'

'That's good, good enough for now.'

'Give me something to aim for, then,' I asked him. I was feeling that I wanted to do something a little bit, well, naughty, I suppose.

'All right. This won't be easy but it was Holly's first task.'

'Go on,' I said.

'I want you tell the others you have agreed to be trained.'

'All at once?'

'No, however you like. Just tell me when you've told them all.'

Dominic got off the bed but leaned forward and put a hand on my shoulder. 'You're very pretty Robyn. Everything will soon seem so easy, I promise.'

I was alone again. I slept well again that night and it was over breakfast that I told them, except Liam and Ross. I told Liam that evening when the two of us were in the lounge together.

'Right,' he said. 'Enjoy, it can be fun you know.' He squeezed my hand and left 'for a shower.' I almost wanted to go with him. I had started to think more, for the first time really, about sexually charged situations in which I might be involved personally.

I went to the kitchen but there was no-one there. Ross wandered in shortly after me. I didn't want to tell Ross. I hadn't yet established any kind of relationship or friendship with him but I wanted to tell Dominic I had told them all. In the end I just blurted it out: 'I have asked to be trained. I've agreed to let Dominic train me.'

'Why tell me?'

'Indeed,' I said. 'I had to, Ross.'

'Who cares?'

For the first time since my arrival I decided to take a stance. 'Have you tried being nice, Ross or is that just too difficult for you?'

He left without answering me.

I told Dominic shortly afterwards that everyone now knew I was to be trained. I asked him which of us should initiate any training sessions we might have. He told me with a smile that he would always do that and that it should make it more thrilling not to know just when he would want to continue my training. 

During the evening meal Dominic announced to everyone that my first training session would be that evening from eight until ten o'clock. I had begun to understand that being able to lay my sexual development before everyone was a part of my training, intended to make me able to be more openly sexual. Even if, initially, it shocked me.

I was surprised to discover that finding out in front of everyone else and knowing that everyone else knew when my training was happening aroused me somewhat nonetheless. 

ooo000ooo

I went up before eight and Dominic came in a couple of minutes later. He turned the key on the inside to lock us in.

'Just so we won't be disturbed. You can stop the session whenever you want, Robyn.'

I smiled at him. 'That's fine. I understand.'

I told him about my day. About what I had said to Ross too. He said Ross would almost certainly be nicer to me from now on. He told me that he generally softens if you stand up to him. I told him how I felt better knowing I was doing something to move myself on. I managed to add the word 'sexually' to the sentence and wasn't embarrassed. 


Permission



Dominic said: 'Well done,' adding: 'Ok, so let's do something together this evening, all right?'

I nodded and said 'yes.' I wasn't apprehensive but I did feel excited, aroused.

'Robyn, I want you to undress me, please.'

Immediately I began to pull the thin sweater I was wearing over my head. Dominic stopped me.

'Did you hear what I said?'

'Ooops,' I laughed, 'hearing but not listening I'm afraid!' I pulled the sweater back over my head.

Dominic was still wearing a shirt and tie and his suit trousers as he still had not broken up for the summer break. I shuffled forwards, so we were very close, and began to loosen his tie.

'I never had a dad whose tie I could tie or untie,' I said and then Dominic insisted on teaching me how to fasten his tie. Although he could do it in his sleep, as it were, he found it really tricky to explain to me how to do it and we spent half an hour laughing trying to do it together. In the process we touched hands a lot and were physically very close, our knees often touching too. We became, both of us, more relaxed in each other's company.

Eventually Dominic suggested we get back to what we had been doing, although to tell the truth we had never really started. I removed his shirt and we sat facing each other as I looked at his tanned upper body. I knew too, in my mind, that my training would soon involve losing my virginity to this man. I felt now that I could trust him to make things good for me. I was also beginning to feel that I wanted him to make love to me.

Dominic lay back on the bed. I took his socks off and then his trousers. By this time I was on my hands and knees having just got his trousers off him. He was wearing only his shorts now.

'I meant completely, Robyn.'

I took hold of his shorts by the elasticated waistband and he lifted himself slightly so I could ease his shorts down his body. In seconds Dominic was lying naked before me as I stared at his erection. His penis was hard and long -- although I had never seen an erect penis before in the flesh, as it were -- and I couldn't take my eyes off it. 

'Touch me if you want to, but only if you feel you would like to, Robyn,' Dominic said. 'My dick loves to be stroked and pulled, Robyn.'

I resumed my squatting position and reached out to touch him. I felt excited, naughty and I knew I had never felt so turned on in my entire life. I began to stroke his dick.

'That's wonderful,' he said. 

I leaned back. I wanted to give him something. I pulled my sweater over my head; I took my socks off and my jeans. My hands reached behind me to unclip my bra.

'No, that's enough, Robyn, enough for now.'

He squatted before me again. We stared into each other's eyes. I looked down at his dick. I touched it again.

'Why?' I asked.

'Because you don't know how beautiful your body is, Robyn, and if you undressed completely I wouldn't be able to resist taking you.'

'What if I want to be taken?'

'That's good, Robyn, if you do. But I want to waken your desires further so that you don't just want it. So you are ready to do almost anything to get it. I want to train your sexual appetite not just your physical self.'

He touched my inner thigh and ran his hand up towards the top of my leg.

I breathed in sharply.

'Time for your next task, I think,' Dominic said.

'Yes,' I said, adding the word 'please' shortly after.

'Remember you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Robyn. There are no forfeits or rewards -- apart from your own pleasure and the pleasure of anyone else involved. You will bring a lot of pleasure to people, Robyn.'

I smiled, flattered and more aware of my growing desire.

'Next time it's a really hot day and we're all down by the pool in the sun I hope you'll feel like going topless and letting us see your breasts. Even try getting up to get a drink or something. Walk around a bit. See how it feels.'

'I'll see,' I said.

'And if others are nude, don't go nude yourself just yet, all right?'

I nodded. Dominic put his shorts back on, picked up his clothes, turned the key and left. I lay back. After a few moments I unfastened my bra and just lay there in my black bikini panties, thinking.

Some time later - I had started to doze in my reveries -- there was a tap on the door. Dominic appeared and I sat up. I made no attempt to cover myself.

'Robyn. I've transferred three hundred pounds electronically to your bank account. Buy yourself some shorter summer dresses or some really brief bikinis. Frances will go with you and help you. Agreed?'

'OK,' I said.

'You look wonderful, by the way.'

He didn't wait for an answer. Thinking about all this I fell asleep. In the morning I asked Frances if she would come with me. She said that she had already told Dominic that it would be better if I just went shopping with Holly. 'I'm sure you'll have more fun,' she added.

And so we did. We made a day of it. Lunching in a pub in the city centre and exploring all the shops. Holly reassured me when we were both picking rather brief bikinis that Frances would approve.

'As far as Frances is concerned, the briefer the better!' Holly said. 'She goes naked whenever she can anyway. And Dominic likes sexy dresses and stuff too,' she added. 

I finished up with two bikinis I would never previously have dared to wear, two skirts and two dresses, plus one full length evening gown. Holly helped me update my make-up too. In the car [Holly was driving] on the way home she asked how I was enjoying my training.

'Fine,' I said noncommittally.

'You and Dominic haven't made love yet, then?'

I was honest. 'I want to but Dominic says he wants me to be almost begging for it so that when we do I will have a special experience.'

'Trust him,' said Holly. 'He will make it good for you. He did for me,' she added quietly.

'Do you still..'

'Have sex? Yes, not so often but if either us really wants it we say so. We are very good together.'

After a few seconds she added: 'As you will be. And we'll all be glad for you, Robyn.' I felt able to talk completely openly to Holly.

We reached home. Holly said she was going for a shower. 'Want to join me?' she asked.

'Yes. Why don't you come to my room?'

'Good idea.' She vanished.

Able to use my own bathroom where we wouldn't be disturbed, I felt naughty and excited. Holly appeared within moments, a large beach towel in her hand. We began to undress. I sensed Holly's eyes on me as I took my t-shirt off. She stopped what she was doing and straightened up.

'Robyn,' she said, almost whispering, 'come here.'

I moved across to her -- we had been either side of my bed -- and she began to undo the belt of my jeans. I did the same for her. We undressed each other and then she pressed her body against mine and we kissed, a passionate sexual gorging on each other. I felt breathless and unbelievably turned on as I felt her fingers pulling on my cunt lips. I copied her. Two of my fingers probed gently at the entrance to her cunt.

'Push,' she told me. I pushed up inside her. As I did so I felt her enter me. I moaned as an orgasm took over and I felt almost limp in her arms. I continued to grope and we fell back on the bed, our glistening bodies as one in our pleasure. We showered together and renewed that familiarity with each other's body as she sucked on my nipples and later pushed her tongue inside my cunt.

I asked her if she had had many girl partners but she said I was her second, Frances being the only other during her training. I asked how often this had happened.

'Twice when I spent the night with Dominic and Frances and once, much later, when I slept just with Frances. After that she said I should find my own female partner if I needed to. She also stressed that as the training was also a sampling process I didn't need to ever find another same sex partner again. I've never really wanted to but today I wanted to share with you and you gave me the confidence to ask.' She smiled.

'It's been a good day, hasn't it?' I said.

'Yes, Robyn, it has.'

ooo000ooo

I put on one of my new costumes the next day. In spite of its minimal nature I felt at ease in it, sunbathing and swimming in the pool. The weather was very warm and I was pleased just how brown I was becoming. Frances and Holly were pretty well brown all over, as were the men and my heightened libido and a certain envy of the others made me want to be equally splendidly tanned. And naked. I was now sleeping naked. I had been naked with Holly. At night I had started to imagine myself naked with all of them. And with one in particular.

Towards four o'clock I was lying on my front. It was still warm and there was no breeze. I unhooked the top half of my costume and lay a while with the sun on my back. Dominic and Frances were around but were not there all the time. Holly was close by, naked.

As casually as I could, I sat up. I was aware now of the air moving over my breasts and I felt my skin tense just slightly. Picking up my empty glass I stood up and walked as naturally as I could to the house. I entered the kitchen. Frances was there; she spotted my empty glass.

'Another drink, Robyn?'

'Yes, orange squash, I think.' She passed me the bottle. She made no comment about the fact I was topless.

I remained topless for the rest of the afternoon. Dominic came and chatted. Holly and I swam a couple of lengths of the pool. Eventually we went inside as the air had cooled. On the way in Dominic said:

'Are you ready, Robyn?'

I knew what he meant.

'Yes,' I replied.

'We'll spend the night together, then.'

This time it wasn't a question. Over dinner I told them. I thought about what I would say. 'I'm going to lose my virginity to Dominic tonight.' That didn't sound right and I wasn't in love with him, much as I like him. He has taught me to want to have sex with him, though, I must admit. I wanted him to fuck me and make me want to be fucked again. I wanted to be like Holly who, I knew, still fucked Dominic and she had also told me that she fucked her brother Liam 'because I need it sometimes and he's a horribly good shag!'

I made up my mind. 'Dominic's going to fuck me tonight for the first time,' I announced. Holly pressed her foot against mine under the table. 

As we cleared the table after the meal Liam said quietly: 'Lucky guy.'

'Who?' I asked.

'Dominic,' he answered and left the room.

ooo000ooo Dominic came to my room at about a quarter to ten. To my surprise I didn't feel nervous, just excited. I knew he would arouse me first to a certain point, a point I had reached more and more easily recently, to a point where I would willingly let him take me. I knew I would want it desperately by the time he pushed his cock deep into me. 

And yet, at the same time, part of me was quite detached. I was able mentally to disassociate the act of having sex with Dominic from any sense of having a relationship with him. What we had and had had for a couple of weeks now, I suppose, was an increasing awareness of my own sexual desires.

I wanted Dominic to start fucking me; I knew this would continue for some time, maybe intermittently for a much longer time, even when I might be in a relationship with someone else. Having been trained by Dominic gave each of us something indefinably permanent. I also knew that once I was confident about doing 'it' I would want to do 'it' with someone my own age.

We undressed. Dominic told me to turn him on in any way I wanted.

I went down on his dick and began to suck on him, moving my head up and down as if I was pumping his cock. It hit the roof of my mouth several times. He pulled free.

'I don't want to come just yet,' he said.

He pinched my nipples and swung his body round and over me, settling between my thighs and pushing up into my crutch. Dominic was careful not to put his full weight on me and used his elbows and forearms to hold himself just above me.

I felt his dick push against my vagina. 

'Sure?' he asked.

'Yes, I'm sure,' I answered.

Slowly but firmly and yet gently he entered me. I felt a brief pain and then I knew I had a man fully inside me. He began to thrust against me. I tried to match his rhythm. Dominic fucked me for several minutes. I had come soon after he was first inside me. 

'I'm going to come soon,' he whispered as he increased the pace of his lovemaking. I felt him burst into me as his body shook and trembled before slowly continuing to fuck me, more gently now.

We lay together. He took me again a little later. Then we slept. He stayed the night. In the morning he was rougher, more physical. After he had come and we lay hot and sticky on the bed in the morning sunshine, he said:

'That was quite a fuck, young lady.'

'You mean it was all right for you?'

'You don't know the half of it!' he answered, pulling me close and kissing me. 'You were wonderful. Frances would love to watch you getting as abandoned and giving it as you were just now.'

Again I realised this family was very different to anything I had experienced and yet, strangely, they all seemed so normal, so well adjusted. And I felt pretty well adjusted too and it was a long time since I had been able to say that!

ooo000ooo

One morning, it was probably after the fourth or fifth time that Dominic and I had spent the night together, Dominic said that my next training session would be rather different.

'Go on,' I said.

'I think you are ready for something more physically intense.'

We were lying on our sides, naked, facing each other.

'I'm planning to give you a spanking, Robyn.'

I must have looked at him wide-eyed.

'Well more of a beating really,' he added cautiously, touching my thigh with his large hand.

'Why?' I asked. 'What have I done?'

'Listen, Robyn, this is not about punishment, it's about permission, it's about allowing your partner to help you explore your own pain/pleasure boundaries. During your training I am trying to let you experience a broad variety of sexual pleasures so you can decide which you enjoy and which may not appeal to you. So after you have been beaten you will never be beaten again unless you feel you wish to ask for it. Understood?'

'And I don't have to agree to be beaten for my training to continue?'

'No, of course not.'

'Was Holly beaten?'

'Yes.'

'Did she scream or cry or...?'

'Ask her, Robyn, talk to Holly.'

ooo000ooo

I did. Holly told me she howled and screamed and swore but she didn't use the safe word she had been given. She explained what a safe word was.

'I did ask for a break and Frances...'

'She was there?'

'Yes, she watched. When I asked for a break she asked me if that meant I wished to use the safe word. I said no.'

'No break then, Frances said. Dominic continued thrashing me but I managed to bear it all.'

'So you have only been beaten the once then?' I asked, expecting confirmation this was the case.

'No, I've asked to be beaten four times now. You see I get so turned on, so wet. Even thinking about it. And then when Dominic hits me with the back of the hairbrush and fingers me between the strokes, I come, Robyn. More than once usually,' she added. She paused and smiled at me.

'You see you won't know what it will do for you until you do it. But for me the pleasure and the agony became confused afterwards and then I started to try to remember how to separate them out, how to let myself float free and enjoy the pain. Within a few weeks I knew I had to have it again. I wanted it. Since my training finished I've also tried a few other things that hurt but drive me wild too. I'll tell you more after your beating if you decide to go ahead.'

A couple of afternoons later when I came back to the house in just my bikini bottoms I bumped into Dominic who had just got back from cricket.

'Can we talk?' I said.

'Of course. I'll come to your room in a minute.'

As it had gone rather cool I was getting dressed when Dominic came in. I was wearing nothing but a blouse but I was not embarrassed as he had seen me many times with far less on. 

'I could swear your legs are getting longer -- and browner,' he complimented me.

'I've made up my mind, Dominic,' I said, ignoring the compliment. 'I agree to be beaten when you decide.'

'Good. And I'll be honest with you, Robyn; I will look forward to it.'

A shiver ran down my spine, a shiver of excitement mixed with apprehension. That evening I told everyone what I had decided. It was still part of my training to always tell the others what I was going to do or had done.

Dominic kept me waiting for four interminable days. Every time I saw him I was on edge. Every time he spoke to me I expected him to say it was about to begin. My mind was completely preoccupied with thoughts about whether I could bear the pain, whether I would pull out part way. But when I thought about it, imagining what the beating would be like, I became aroused and I found this puzzling at first. However my mind kept on returning over those four days to mentally construct images of this beating and I became turned on sexually each time. 

Dominic even came to me one morning to ask me to join him for a shower. We ended up with me cramped up against the cold tiled wall, legs wrapped around him while he fucked me. Even then he didn't mention it. 

On the fifth morning he announced that I would be beaten that evening. That was almost worse, spending the whole day getting my brain around what was going to happen to me, not really knowing exactly what would happen anyway and also wondering if I would panic at the last moment.

At about nine o'clock Frances told me to go to my room and wait.

A few minutes later both Dominic and Frances came in. The evening had gone cool and I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. 

'We'll get undressed first,' said Frances. This didn't surprise me at all as Frances normally spent as much time as possible naked and we were all three of us quite used to being so together. How I had changed in a month and how I could never have believed I could even consider doing what I was about to do.

I was unsure what to do, so I stood facing them both. Frances took me in her arms and held me tight.

'Remember that we both love you, Robyn. We hope you may enjoy this -- maybe not at first, but that you will come to want it or to need it. It can be addictive, I know only too well.'

I hadn't realised that she too must enjoy some form of pleasure-pain activity. 

Dominic explained: 'So that you understand what is going to happen and so you can decide not to go ahead if you choose, I'd better tell you what we should like to do, Robyn. This beating will have three stages. First of all I will spank you with my hand, gradually hitting you harder each time. This will introduce you to a degree of pain but you won't find it too distressing. It will sensitise you. You will receive five spanks on each cheek of your bottom. During the whole beating you will only be hit on the bottom. Clear. Robyn?'

Frances had let me go and I was standing facing them both.

'Yes, carry on, please.'

'Then Frances will beat you with this old soft leather slipper. Nine strokes each side. It won't actually hurt that much but it will warm you up and you may be aware of an increasing degree of numbness. At any time during your beating either of us may touch you or finger you for our mutual pleasure, yours and ours, Robyn. The more you relax into it the easier it will be for you.'

I was trying not to tremble. I realised I was frightened now. 'The third stage?' I stammered.

Dominic passed me a long wooden handled hair brush. Obviously the one Holly had told me about. The wood was smooth and varnished. The brush itself seemed very clean. The thought went through my mind that it hadn't ever been used conventionally as a hairbrush. I tried to imagine it hitting me.




Permission



Dominic spoke: 'This hurts almost unbearably, Robyn. It is a mental challenge to accept it. It will be my pleasure to hit you very hard six times on each side of your bottom. Just what comes after that will depend on how things have gone but nothing will happen without your permission. All right?'

'Yes.' I looked at Dominic. 'Please start, Dominic, before I change my mind.' 

'All right. Stand facing the bed... A little closer... Lean forwards spreading your arms and supporting yourself on the mattress... Yes. Like that, Robyn.'

I did as he told me.

'Move your legs apart a little, Robyn, please,' said Frances.

I realised this exposed me more but I moved each foot about six inches further apart.

'At the end of each stage we'll check you wish to carry on, Robyn,' said Dominic.

'And we do not see a beating as degrading for you but as the opposite: the more you can allow us to enjoy your body in this way, the more we take you to our hearts,' said Frances as she stroked my bottom. It was the first time she had touched me in an overtly sexual way and I was surprised to feel aroused immediately.

'I'm ready,' I said, making my consent completely clear.

'If you want it to stop just say the word "stop"; if you make any other protests or comments we'll assume you know we will ignore them.'

I drew a deep breath. 'Right,' I managed to say.

I had barely finished the word when I felt and heard Dominic's hand slap against my left side. I jumped, more in shock than pain. I felt it sting me. Then again on the other side, four times in all.

'A couple of hard ones to finish,' Dominic said.

I really felt these sting, almost burn me. I spoke for the first time: 'God, that hurt, Dominic.'

'Good,' he said, 'they hurt my hand too.'

I hadn't thought of that.

Frances moved behind me. She ran her hand down my spine. 

'You're incredibly beautiful, Robyn,' she said as she reached round me to find my breasts and my hardened nipples.

'Nice,' she said, and then, moments later: 'Do you wish to continue?'

I hadn't expected to be so aroused sexually so that although I was now hurting I was also enjoying how I felt. 

'Yes, please,' I said.

'If you wish to move at all, you may, Robyn, you don't have to remain rigidly in one position. It's about what you like too, you know,' Frances added gently.

I moved my legs slightly further apart which I felt stretched me a little but I hoped it pleased her. I wanted to please them both, I realised.

'Is that all right?' I asked.

'Wonderful. If you wish to, just lower your upper body a little and push your bottom a bit higher.'

I tried.

'You look irresistible,' Frances responded.

I tried to be a little funny. 'Don't resist then,' I told her.

Frances spanked me quite hard with the slipper but, as I had been told, it was probably less painful than the bare hand had been. She paused after five strokes on each cheek and put the slipper on the bed. I felt hot and my cunt felt as if it was both wet and on fire at the same time. 

I felt Frances push fingers, two, I think, into my cunt. She moved them round, touching my clit. I was shocked out of my mind as she continued to feel me, pushing her fingers in and out of me.

'Please, Frances, I'm going to come...'

She stopped. 'No, not yet, Robyn. Try to come when you meet the brush.'

I held back and Frances carried on until she was done. I relaxed slightly.

I felt Dominic now come up behind me; he stroked the back of the brush across my bottom.

'I want to do this Dominic,' I said, tensing myself, trying to pull my bottom in tight.

The first blow was as awful as my worst imaginings. I felt it was ripping into me and I stifled a scream of searing pain.

The second felt as if it was hitting directly onto my bones, by-passing my flesh altogether and I winced and tried to pull myself inwards in a forlorn gesture of self-protection. At the third blow I screamed.

'Try to relax. Try to own your own pain,' said Frances as she placed a hand and felt the heat of my bottom. Her hand felt soothingly cool. She stroked the cheek which Dominic had hit and then moved her fingers to my sex, pushing two, maybe three, fingers inside me.

'Let go, darling, just let it go,' she whispered. A shudder ran down my spine and an orgasm, more intense than any I had experienced so far in my brief sexual life, ripped through me. 

'Oh, god, yes.' I whimpered as she fucked me with her fingers.

Eventually she stopped and asked, gently: 'Ready to continue?'

I nodded and Dominic delivered three more blows, horribly painful and yet I tolerated them better and didn't scream although it seemed an almost instinctive reaction to try to pull my anus inwards for protection. This time Dominic's fatter fingers entered me and found my clit as his other hand found my right nipple and squeezed it, but not too hard. 

The most difficult thing to explain about any kind of beating, writing this now with the benefit of hindsight, is that I now know that it is possible to enjoy having something painful done to you as it heightens every aspect of one's self-awareness. And, coupled to sexual arousal followed by a wonderful climax, the wish to go there again outweighs any fears [and they do exist] of the pain itself. 


Personally I hate the pain at the time but I enjoy its lingering tingle days later or the slight bruising ache that occasionally recalls where you have been and who with when you sit down suddenly or lean back against a wall.

'Are you ready to continue, Robyn?' Frances asked.

'Yes, I want it to finish.'

'You mean you want us to stop?'

I was still bent over the bed. 'No, I mean I want you to finish...'

I felt the first blow crash against my already tender, reddened bottom. The pain seemed less and I was more stunned than hurt when the second and third blows rained down without a pause. I was sufficiently alert to realise that there were only three remaining for the other cheek. I relaxed a little, I think, realising I could make it. This unconscious relaxation helped as I believe the pain is greater as you tense. If, as Frances had said, you give yourself to the pain you can take more of it.

Dominic delivered the final blows. I moaned as the last fell on my taut inflamed bottom.

'She has done very well,' said Frances, placing a hand on my shoulder.

'Do you think she can take it?' asked Dominic.

'Yes, I think she can,' said Frances.

I wasn't meant to perhaps but, thanks to Holly, I knew what might well happen next if they thought that I was sexually imaginative enough to enjoy it.

I had had anal sex with Dominic once as part of the sampling process of my training. Dominic had been very careful to finger me and to lubricate my anus before he moved his dick inside me. Once inside he fucked my ass hard and fast. I was aroused but not hugely and I didn't climax. I expected to be used in the same way now and presumed the pleasure would be all Dominic's. That didn't matter now: I had come through the beating, I could take being buggered by him with indifference, I thought.

I was still supporting myself with my arms stretched in front of me on the mattress, leaning forward. Dominic was behind me. I was ready for what Holly had told me, if she had told me everything. Frances moved round and onto the mattress, on her knees, facing me. She reached forward and cupped my breasts moving her face in to mine. 

'Kiss me, Robyn,' she whispered.

Our mouths met and just as Frances pushed her tongue into my mouth I felt Dominic's dick enter me in one fast complete penetration. My scream was suffocated by Frances' kiss. I felt Dominic withdraw.

Frances moved her head away a little. 'Again!' she almost hissed.

Dominic plunged his cock back inside me, pushing past my sphincter without a pause. I screamed. Frances kissed me and I responded, clinging to the normality of a kiss as he reamed into me.

Again he withdrew completely. I held myself still. Frances backed away slightly and said: 'Say it!'

'Again!' I said trying to sound like I meant it.

Dominic entered me just as firmly but I was definitely wetter and more distended now. 'Fuck me, please!' I shouted. He withdrew again. 'Again!' I moaned. Dominic pushed his penis deep inside me but this time he began to thrust, rocking me with his hips as he fucked my ass. I felt Frances pull on my nipples as she continued to kiss me and I responded. Mentally I was blown away now and was just doing whatever I felt I had to do.

Dominic came and everything slowed. Eventually Frances got up off the bed, saying: 'You were wonderful, Robyn. I hope tomorrow you feel as proud of yourself and your beautiful body as you deserve to feel.' She leant and ruffled my hair. 'Well done. It was a wonderful experience for me, too.'

Dominic picked me up like a rag doll: I was spent, completely. The pain was kicking in and my thoughts whirled as I tried to understand how I felt. He placed me on my bed and pulled the cotton sheet over me. Then he bent over me and kissed me on the forehead. He ruffled his hand through my hair too, like he had to Holly that time at my first party.

'We all love you, Robyn. It will never happen again unless you request it. If you do ask you can plan the session to suit your needs.'

I was half listening but I was also drifting away. 

I slept like a baby.

ooo000ooo

Next morning I didn't get up straightaway and I spent some minutes with a hand-held mirror trying to see if I still had a red bum. In the end, although I wasn't completely sure, I decided I looked more normal than I felt. I moved stiffly and felt tender.

Frances popped her head round the door to check I was ok. 'Maybe not today but if you want, from now on, you may swim and sunbathe nude with the rest of us. If you want.' She repeated herself. She was gone before I could answer. They seemed to be giving me time to myself to analyse how I felt.

I knew already. I hated the pain but I enjoyed the beating if there's any sense in that. I had never been so turned on or experienced orgasms like the two I had that night. It was like Holly had said: once might well not be enough.

When, at about ten in the morning, I did finally go down for some breakfast, Frances was in the kitchen. I had put on just a very brief black bikini bottom. Frances held out a hand to me which I took. She squeezed my hand gently, smiled, and let it go, but she didn't speak. Words weren't necessary. I got myself some cereal and scooped it into a bowl; as I bent to get milk from the fridge Frances ran her hand quite openly across my bottom.

There was a new more physical relationship between us now and I welcomed it. I wanted at some point to be alone with her but wasn't sure how to go about telling her that.

I sunbathed by the pool. I didn't spend all the time thinking about the previous evening but I was clear that I didn't regret what I had done. I dozed a lot. I drank lots of juice and nibbled on some bread and cheese. After lunch I went up to my room and to the bathroom. Before I came back down I took off the only thing I was wearing and went back to the pool for a swim.

Holly joined me and we chatted; eventually I tried to describe how I felt about my beating. My beating! Yes, it was mine. We talked about other things too. Dominic came and sat with us for a while. I didn't mind talking in front of Holly. I told Dominic that I felt I would now like to be alone with Frances but I didn't know if she would want that or how to ask her.

Dominic said: 'Soon do you mean?'

I know I blushed. 'Yes. If you could ask her please, Dominic?'

'I know she will say yes. But leave it to me, Robyn.'

As I enjoyed the heat of the late afternoon sun, lying, eyes closed on my back by the pool, alone now, I suddenly sensed someone else was there. I sat up on one elbow. Liam was standing there, watching. When he saw me move he said: 'I wasn't sure whether you were asleep, Robyn.'

'No, but I have been.' I realised he had never seen me completely naked before.

'Are you all right after...'

I interrupted him: 'Yes, I'm fine, thanks.'

'Fancy a swim?'

Yes, that would be nice.' And so began something that happened every evening when Liam came home from work from then on: we swam naked together. Sometimes we messed about with a ball or raced up and down. We were like brother and sister. But I did like being naked with him. I liked to look at him too. After a week or so we even dried each other's back or he pummelled my hair dry. I noticed he often had an erection while we dried each other off. I liked that too.

By the way as we were walking back to the house that very first time, after our swim Liam said cryptically: 'I wish I'd been there, Robyn.' No doubt you understood the reference instantly; it was some minutes later before I did.

That weekend following our first swims together there was to be another party. I talked to Frances about Paul and said I'd like to set the record straight after what happened last time.

'How do you mean, Robyn?' Frances asked.

'Let him fuck me, just the once. I don't think I owe him quite that but I owe him something and if I let him then I think I retain the moral high ground. So I'm going to let him 'wall' me. Holly says he likes that.'

'Does she, by Jove!' Frances seemed shocked, something I wasn't sure I had ever seen before.'

'And where do I come in?' 

'I wondered if you could take him on one side afterwards and make it clear that it won't ever happen again. Tell him I owed him one. Like a debt settled. Tell him too that I thought he was really good. I don't want to batter his self-esteem! 

'All right, I will,' she said and then added: 'And would you like me to come to you on Monday night?'

'Yes, please. That would be lovely. Thanks Frances, thank you.'

'I told you never to thank me,' she said smiling again.

'This is different,' I insisted.

'You're right, Robyn. Come here,' she said softly.

We embraced and she kissed me on the mouth; our tongues entwined and I felt her move a hand to my t-shirt covered breast. I did the same to her. Dominic and Holly were in the room; they didn't seem to mind.

ooo000ooo

Party night came: it was a lovely warm windless evening. Eventually I took Paul outside and after some kissing and fumbling I let him fuck me up against the garage wall. Paul was strong enough to lift and hold me as I wrapped my legs onto him. It was a good hard fuck and I enjoyed it -- in fact we danced again for some time afterwards. I don't think Frances ever knew we shagged twice that evening. And I told him myself that it would never happen again.

'I wanted you to know I can be sexy, Paul,' I said. 'After last time.'

I think he understood. He kissed me one last time. 'You were great, Robyn.'

He never pestered me later. I respected him for that. I expect Frances told him too, as we agreed. I hoped she was nice to him.

ooo000ooo

On Monday afternoon I spent a long time washing, doing my nails and my hair -- making myself look nice, smell nice and feel nice. I dressed for dinner in a short sexy summer dress I hadn't worn before: it seemed strange after spending so much time with nothing on. I also put on new underwear and stiletto shoes. I wanted to look good certainly but another part of my fantasy was that I wanted Frances to undress me. I hoped she would find that a sexy thing to do. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

To my surprise Frances had dressed for the evening too. Maybe not quite as formal as myself -- more sexy perhaps, in a near-transparent sleeveless blouse that showed she definitely wasn't wearing a bras and tight fitting black Armani denims that also suggested no panty line. She was wearing heels too and as she is tall anyway I felt small beside her. I think we were both quite excited. She passed me in the lounge. I felt her breath on the back of my neck as she came close and whispered: 'Great minds... You look beautiful, Robyn.'

'You look good enough to eat!' I replied, fractionally more loudly. Holly looked up and leered at me, miming licking something. She can be quite disgusting. I turned away to avoid the giggles.

I went up just before nine o'clock. Before leaving the sitting room I looked at Frances who nodded back to me. She followed me moments later. In my room I waited for her to come up the stairs. She closed the door firmly. She had a large basket with a lid in her hand that she put down at one side of my bed.

I must have frowned.

'Toys,' she said. 'Any rules?' she added.

'No. I want you to control things, Frances. Just two things, though. In my imagination I always see you undressing me completely tonight. That's one thing I'd like, please'

'And the other thing?'

I do blush far too easily, I thought to myself. But I managed to say it: 'If you want to hurt me a little I won't mind.'

'Nor will I,' said Frances. 'Just say no if anything at all is going further than you want.'

Frances came closer and we kissed, on the lips, but very gently -- like very good friends. Passion wasn't a player yet. Placing her hands on my shoulders I responded to the slightest pressure suggesting I turn round. I turned and very slowly Frances unfastened the zipper at the back of my dress. She lowered my dress carefully to the floor and I stepped out of it. I turned back to face her.

'With your tan and the white underwear you look stunning, Robyn,' Frances said. We kissed again, more passionately this time, and Frances pushed her tongue into my mouth and we moulded our lips more completely together. Not only was I a willing participant but I wanted to please her, I wanted to be with her in the fullest sense. She had given me a family, a home, a sense of well-being and she had been instrumental in awakening my sexuality. A bisexual experience, as with Holly, did not frighten or confuse me. However when I am with a woman I do feel I play the feminine role: I want to be taken and to be told how to please.

I knew too, unless the experience turned out very differently to my expectations, that I would do this again when I returned for the Christmas break. We hadn't vocalised what was going to happen tonight but I assumed, as with Dominic, that we would spend the night together and couple more than once. Or perhaps 'make love' is not an inappropriate way to describe it.

As we embraced I felt her hand find the clip at the rear of my bras. She broke the kiss and moved apart very slightly. 

'All right?' she asked.

'Yes.' We had spent so much time together naked by the pool, sunbathing, and even around the house that it had become normal, so seeing my breasts was nothing new. However this time Frances would touch me, explore me. I was hungry for it.

Frances lifted my bras away and dropped it on a chair in the corner of my room. She cupped my breasts, one at a time, pushed my shoulders back gently. With the tips of three fingers and her thumb she pulled carefully on my nipples until each was erect and quite hard.

Then she pulled me to her and, placing her hands on my bottom, but inside my panties with the thumbs outside on the waistband, she pushed them down off my bottom. I wiggled them down my legs. I was naked. I was breathing more quickly. I was very aroused and happy with what was happening.

Frances bent down and picked something from her bag. 

'I'd like you to wear this tonight, Robyn.' She fastened a black velvet collar round my neck. It fit snugly: in fact I could hardly feel it.

'I want you to be mine tonight.'

'I am, completely,' I replied.

She didn't kiss me this time. With one hand holding and gently playing with my right breast she moved her left hand to my bush and fingers moved in on my sex. I was very wet as two fingers pushed into me.

'Don't come yet, Robyn, please.' She moved her hand away. Undress me please now.'




Permission



I began to unbutton her blouse. This was soon done and I took it off her shoulders and put in on the chair so that her and my clothes mingled together.

Soon we tumbled naked onto the bed. Frances pulled the single cotton sheet over us. We kissed and touched again. I pulled myself on top of her and our legs played.

'Lie on your back, Robyn,' she told me. Frances reached into the bag she had brought. She passed me a tube of lubricant and a very large dildo. The girth and length were considerably larger than either of the men I had been with.

'I wanted to prove to you that women do have bigger dicks,' she said, laughing quietly. 

I grinned. I gave her the tube back. 'I don't want this.'

'It is going to stretch you, Robyn,'

'Then you will need to go gently with me, all right?'

'Yes, of course. I do so want to fuck you.' 

I pulled my knees up and then splayed my legs wide. Frances moved in between my legs and slowly worked the head of the dildo into my entrance. She began to push it further up into my cunt.

'God, Frances, I've never felt anything like.. Ugh. I moaned as she pushed even further. 'It's huge. Oh god, yes, fuck me, Frances, fuck me now. I was wet enough for it to slide easily now and Frances fucked me faster and faster, ramming its entire length into me with each stroke. 'I'm coming!' I screamed. I was shaking and trying to fuck this thing that Frances was using on me.

Eventually the dildo was withdrawn; I lay back and Frances came under the sheet next to me. I stretched my legs out alongside hers. We cuddled and she held me. She told me how she loved to see me and to touch me. She told me how she liked to hear my voice around the house and how glad she was I had decided to make Stappley my home.

I mentioned how much I had changed and how grateful I would always be. 

'I told you never to thank me.'

'I meant for the training. I have become someone else Frances in the last two months.'

'But you are still the beautiful young woman you were when we loaded the van down in Exeter.' She paused and seemed to be seeking her words more warily. 'There's something I've been wanting to tell you, Robyn.'

I sensed this was important. 'Go on.'

'When I was a student I had, you know, boys. Not many but I fooled around a bit. There was one beautiful boy I slept with. I didn't like him that much but I loved his body. I was stupid.' Another long pause. 'I got pregnant by him. I didn't realise at first. I was naïve then. He wanted me to get rid of it -- I could never do that.'

Frances gave me a squeeze. 'Let me finish before you ask anything, please.'

I kept quiet.

'I already knew Dominic. He was part of a circle of friends but I had never been out with him. One afternoon he found me by chance when he had gone for a run in the park. I was sitting on a park bench crying. To cut a long story short we were married two months later. He said he would bring up the child as his own -- which was what I wanted -- but he wanted children of his own too. I promised to give him the children he wanted. In a tolerant, sometimes open way it's been a very special marriage, Robyn as you have surely learnt already.'

She was quiet a while.

'Do you understand what I'm telling you, Robyn?'

'I think I'm missing something, Frances.'

She leaned in to me and kissed me. 'I'm trying to tell you something wonderful. About Liam.'

I was immediately alert and at the same moment I began to realise what she was about to tell me.

'Liam was that child. And so because your family connection, the blood relationship is through Dominic, you're not related to him in any way. You could even marry and have children together.'

'Does he know?'

'Yes, but it's a long time since it was ever mentioned.'

I moved in closer to kiss her. We held each other and kissed for a long time -- passionately but in a controlled loving way. After that we slept. When I awoke we were still together: Frances stirred as I moved slightly.

'I've had a wonderful time,' said Frances after we had come round and cuddled for a while.

'You've been very loving, very tender, Frances. I expected you to be...well, I suppose rougher, more physically demanding of me.'

'Do you want something like that to happen?'

'I do if you would enjoy it too, Frances.'

ooo000ooo

'Lie down on your stomach then and we'll see what we can do for you.'

Frances pushed pillows under me to raise my bottom a little. Then she produced four soft leather collars [I don't know their proper name] from her bag. Each had a brass ring on the outside. She fastened one to each of my wrists. Then she pulled lengths of thin rope from the bag. She fastened one to the door handle of the bathroom, after making sure the door was firmly shut. The other she tied to a window lock which had a loop handle ideally suited for her purpose. When she fastened the second rope she told me to tell her when I felt I was being stretched and it was just starting to hurt a little.

As both my arms tensed I breathed in sharply. 'That hurts a little.'

'Do you want to be my slut, Robyn?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'That's a good girl.'

I expected her to pull the ropes tighter and stretch me more but she didn't. Now she put the collars on my ankles. I couldn't see what she tied them too but when she tied the second one she pulled my legs wide apart. I groaned with the shock.

'That hurts!'

'Good. That's the idea, slut!'

I knew she was acting a role and she wanted me to as well. Then she whispered: 'Robyn, you must use the stop word if I go too far for you. There will be no-one in the house by now. Scream, do what you like and I will carry on. But unless you use the stop word I will assume you are still willing.'

'Am I to be beaten, ma'am?' I asked.

'No, slut, I promise you something different.'

Next she blindfolded me. 

'I'm going to fuck you with a strap-on, slut. The pain will make you scream.'

['What pain?' I wondered.]

If you want a gag you may ask but once gagged you won't be able to use the stop word. Understood?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

In my darkness I waited. I was then aware that Frances was on the bed behind me. I knew she must be positioning herself to take me with the strap-on. Up to this moment I had totally failed to understand what would happen when Frances began to fuck me.

I felt the thing inside my cunt lips. I sort of braced myself. Frances thrust forward hard, pushing it deep inside me and pushing my body weight forwards. The shock took my breath away as the ropes now became much tighter stretching me agonisingly. I screamed with the onset of a pain that I thought was going to rip me apart. 

Frances withdrew it completely. Then banged it, herself, whatever back inside me, pushing herself deliberately against my body so I experienced maximum thrust and even more pain. The ropes seemed to be locking tighter after the second thrust. After about six withdrawals and re-entries I was sweating with the pain and fear, breathing fast. 

'You want it to stop, slut.'

'Yes, oh yes. Have you finished/'

'Are you using the stop word, slut?'

'No!' I screamed. 'No, never!'

Frances moved forward again, this time pushing the artificial glans up against my anus. I realised she wanted to fuck my ass. 'Gag me, gag me now, ma'am,' I shouted, panting with the exertion of trying to control my physical and mental selves.

She pushed a t-shirt into my mouth -- so much I thought I would choke. Then she took me. I tried to count each time she pushed into me, causing spasms of pain; I got to seven. Then I realised I was going to come; I felt it rising up inside me. Another thrust and I began to shake with an enormous orgasm.

Frances must have realised and she collapsed onto me, reaching forward towards my wrists. The knot must have been designed for fast release as she pulled on one end of the rope and it fell free. Then the other wrist. I couldn't move. I just lay there. Frances moved and released my ankles. Then the blindfold. Finally the gag.

'Stand up, slut.'

[Evidently the role-play wasn't over yet.] I staggered to my feet, swaying as I regained balance control.

'You enjoyed that, slut?'

'I've never felt so intimately connected to one person in my life, ma'am,' I said.

'You haven't finished yet.'

She delved inside her bag again. Out came a long strip of studded brown leather about one inch wide. She passed it to me. Frances seems able to catch me unawares, take me by surprise.

She placed her hands on the wall and then moved her feet backwards about two feet. 

'How many times did I enter you, slut?' she demanded.

'I don't know ma'am.'

'Seventeen. You will now give me seventeen lashes on my bottom. You will do a good job and you will enjoy doing it. Understood?'

'Yes ma'am.'

And I did enjoy. Frances bore the marks for six days. 

ooo000ooo

Liam and I continued to swim together. We enjoyed playing together, fooling about in the water. I enjoyed his nudity as I hoped he enjoyed mine. We were used to drying each other off after the swim but that was as far as it went. I wondered if he wanted me at all. But I knew that our afternoon swim was important to him. One day when it was absolutely cascading down with rain he found me in my room when he got home from work.

'Swim?' he asked laconically.

'In this?'

'Yes, come on.'

He stripped quickly in front of me. I watched, mesmerised. Then he grabbed my shorts and pulled them off me; he dived for me and dragged my t-shirt over my head. 

'Sorry, Robyn,' he said. I wasn't sure he really meant it. I didn't care. I loved every moment. I'd have let him fuck my brains to porridge there and then.

Instead he took my hand and led me downstairs and out to the pool. We swam in the pouring rain. Funnily enough it was really nice.

We hadn't brought towels but when we got back to the kitchen it was deserted but a pair of large bath-towels were on one of the bar stools. I guessed Frances had left them for us.

'Liam?' I began, 'Frances told me we aren't really cousins, you and I.' I didn't know how to take this further, so I stopped.

Liam carried on rubbing my back, then dried the backs of my legs. After a while he said; 'Yes, I know.'

'Is there a reason why you didn't tell me?'

'Yes -- I wasn't sure whether Frances would want you to know. I hoped she would eventually tell you herself.'

'She has.'

'That's good,'

I turned round. 'Dry my breasts, please.'

He dried them gently, staring into my eyes all the time.

'Touch me,' he asked quietly.

ooo000ooo

It was a fortnight since I had spent the night with Frances and although I had slept with both Dominic and Holly [on separate nights] we had made love rather than do anything more exotic. With Holly it's always just girlish fun and some oral pleasure; with Dominic, although he has introduced me to lots of things, I know that he loves to just shag me three or four times by the morning. I wasn't complaining but my appetite for something more like a full physical work-out was returning.

I told Frances I was ready for another beating and that I wanted Liam to use the brush on me but I still wanted Frances' and Dominic's involvement. I also suggested I would like both men to use me afterwards.

Frances warned me that with each beating the level of intensity is increased.

'I know,' I replied. 'Holly told me.'

ooo000ooo

Frances sent me to my room just before nine o'clock that night. She told me to get undressed and that she would come up in a couple of minutes. When she arrived, naked, she was carrying a small box, the slippers and the hairbrush.

'Dominic has explained to Liam what is to happen. After your beating they will both use you unless you use the stop word, all right?'

'Yes,' I replied without thinking. 'What's in the box, Frances?'

She removed the lid and removed two metal things joined together by a chain.

'Butterfly clamps. Face me, Robyn.' Frances clipped one to my left nipple and the other to the right nipple. She tugged very gently on the chain and I felt a shaft of searing pain in both nipples as the clamps tightened on me.

Dominic and Liam arrived. I saw his eyes staring at my breasts. I looked at the erections both my men were sporting. I was already very aroused.

Frances was the first to say anything: 'Robyn has asked for this beating. At some point during the beating I will pull on the chain attached to your nipple clamps to shock you. Dominic will share the initial spanking with Liam: 8 strokes in total on each cheek. Accepted?'

I nodded, staring at Liam. 

'Then I will give you twelve strokes of the slipper on each cheek. I will feel you during this time and try to ensure you are extremely turned on. We want you to enjoy and be satisfied by your pain. Liam will hit you nine times on each cheek with the brush. That is significantly more than last time. We need to know if you mean to go through with this?' 'I do.'

'Get yourself comfortable in the position you want for your beating, Robyn.'

It's at this moment that I feel I become a little bit of an automaton. I have made my decision; I asked for this anyway. I'm going through with it. I want Liam to do it, I want Liam to use me because although I have never told him, I do want him to want me. I'm hoping that after tonight he will. So it will now happen. The dice have all been rolled -- I won't stop it.

I took my position bent over the end of my bed. I was wondering who would start when Frances said: 'Four spanks on each cheek from Dominic then.'

Although I felt I knew what to expect the first blow shocked me. I also soon learnt to hold myself fairly still as movement of my breasts tended to make the nipple clamps tighten quite painfully. This was a new experience for me.

Dominic fingered my cunt lips briefly. He knew I wasn't to come too soon. 

'Ready to continue?' asked Frances. 

I nodded. Liam, I wanted Liam to do this. At the last moment I panicked, thinking he might refuse,

Crack! His hand slapped me hard, four times.

'Wow that hurts!' he said.

'Good!' I muttered. I don't know if he heard.

Quite gently, encouraging him, Frances said to Liam: 'Just tonight she wants to be your slut, Liam. Feel her, finger, do what you want with her.'

She was right. I did feel like that. He pushed a finger into my cunt. Then another. He found my clit.

'I want to come, Frances!' It was as if, in my mind, it was her permission I needed.

'Come darling, come now.'

I shuddered as I climaxed. And as I came someone pulled, much harder this time, on the chain. I had never screamed in total pleasure before.

Liam delivered the next four spanks and then Frances began to stroke me, to finger me too. She lubed my anus and whispered that she loved me as she leant over me and cupped my breasts. She gave another tug on the chain.

'Would you like to do this to me, Robyn?'

'I can't wait,' I said sarcastically, taking the pain.

Frances warmed me again with the slipper. Twelve strokes seemed little different to nine and my mind moved forward to contemplate the next stage. I no longer doubted that Liam would do it. What I wanted to know was whether he would be doing it because I had wanted him to or whether he would get a thrill from beating someone who wanted so much to be beaten by him.

'Remember you are not here to be kind or considerate, Liam. Hurt the fucking slut. It's what she wants,' said Frances.

Within seconds of the last stroke with the old slipper Liam crashed the brush against my left ass cheek. I yelped and staggered. Again I felt pain from the clamps. He paused after six strokes -- as many as I had had the first time. The pain was unbearably wonderful.

'You can come again if you want,' said Frances. She fingered me gently. 'Come for me and Liam, baby.'

'From slut to baby,' I thought. I was very aroused again. I wanted to know.

'Are you enjoying this, Liam?' I asked shaking with pain.

'You are absolutely fabulous!' As he said the word 'fabulous' he restarted the final three blows to my left cheek. Then he said:

'I want you, I want to get this inside you.' I felt his hardened penis push against my rear hole and then he moved away.

Liam started on my right side. Between strokes he was fingering me and I knew I was about to come.

'Touch me, Frances, I'm gong to come. Help me!

Frances understood and held me as I came again. Then Liam delivered the last few blows.

ooo000ooo

I relaxed slowly. I knew the men's treat came next. Whether I got anything from it didn't matter. The orgasms had satisfied all my cravings for now -- although I did particularly want what I was about to give Liam.

'Is this okay?'

I heard Dominic's voice. Well, perhaps it would be best to finish with Liam. I felt Dominic's cock pushing into the entrance to my cunt. This was not entirely surprising as he had done this once before when we were in bed together. He would fuck me for a while before taking me in the ass and filling me with his cum.

'Yes, Dominic, of course.'

He soon moved to use me anally and he came quite soon shooting his sperm inside me. Dominic pulled himself out of me and moved away. 

Liam said nothing but I felt his penis up against my anal ring. He pushed hard and in one continuous thrust he was completely inside me. Then he began to fuck my ass with a strong, fast rhythm. As he jerked himself against me I was constantly reminded of the pain that emanated from my red, swollen nipples. He remained silent but kept going hard for several minutes. Suddenly he faltered slightly and I felt a tremble from his stomach on my lower back. Liam climaxed inside me but carried on humping me for some seconds. Then he relaxed and withdrew.

I collapsed on the bed.

ooo000ooo

The following day my nipples and anus were reddened and sore. Otherwise I felt good. My bottom was a bit sore but not red at all. I wondered if it would show bruises later. I spent the day doing nothing much. I swam a few lengths of the pool and I dozed. A lot of time was spent not reading the book that lay abandoned at my side.

Eventually Liam came home. He had obviously been into the house when he first came home. He appeared naked as usual, a towel in his hand. I could tell he was waiting to say something or struggling with how to broach the matter.

'Last night, Robyn. It was an unbelievably erotic experience. I've never used someone before...'

'Really?' [I knew he had used Holly]

'No, I hadn't finished. I've never used someone before I hadn't already slep...'

'Fucked?'

'Yes.'

'Good point, Liam. Why haven't we fucked then?' 'Because I didn't want it to be just another casual sex thing, Robyn. I like you more than that. There's been quite a lot of girls, you know.'

'How many have you had the way you had me last night, Liam?'

'Five, including you. You've got the most fantastic body of all of them.'

'Flattery won't get you anywhere!'

'I've never done anything like last night before, Robyn. It shocked me.'

'How?'

Hesitantly Liam answered: 'How much I enjoyed it. All of it.' 

I saw that his cock was now fully erect. He continued:

'Watching Dominic use you, feeling you' -- his breathing seemed shallow as if talking about it was making him extremely aroused. 'I was so turned on using the brush on you. My fantasies ran away with me and I even thought about fucking your cunt with the brush handle afterwards.'

'Would you like to do that, Liam?'

'Yes.'

'Would you like to come to my room tonight, Liam?'

'With the brush?'

'No. To make up for lost time. Just bring that.' I pointed at his erection.

Hoping to catch him unawares I grabbed his wrist and launching myself backwards into the pool I pulled him off balance, let him go and heard him splashdown in the water beside me. We swam together as normal. We dried each other off maybe a little more intimately than usual. I was excited at the prospect of spending the night with him. But I could wait until later that evening. I wanted it to be right.




Permission



I kept him waiting until ten o'clock when I said goodnight to Frances and Dominic and went upstairs. When Liam arrived I was in bed naked beneath the cotton sheet I always like to have over me. He was wearing just his boxers which he slipped off as he got into bed.

We lay there and, just for a moment, there was a kind of limbo as if time and reality had been paused by some superior power. I placed a hand on his chest. He moved one of his to my breast. He spoke first.

'I want this to be special for both of us, Robyn. Not just... you know..'

'Yes, I know,' I said. I moved my face to his and we began to kiss. We touched each other, I held his cock and squeezed it firmly. He began to finger me. I was on fire because this was the first man I had fucked simply because I wanted to be fucked by him rather than do anything else, ever. I wanted him to enjoy everything I could offer him: I knew my own personal pleasure was beyond doubt.

'I'm going to come, Liam. Please fuck me now.'

I felt his penis enter me and as he began to move his body against mine I came. Eventually he came too and we lay there together. I don't know about Liam but I was thrilled by him as a person and by his strong body. 

'Fuck me again,' I mumbled sleepily, 'whenever you want, Liam.'

I fell asleep and we made love again in the morning. I didn't come straightaway this time and our play lasted much longer. Liam asked me about my preferences. Very quietly as if it was very naughty or maybe I felt a little guilty admitting it, I told him I love the taste of Dominic's semen.

'Would you like to taste mine?' he whispered back.

I nodded.

It was Saturday. Liam would be home all day.

'After lunch?'

'Yes, lease,' I said grinning.

'You know I love you, don't you?' he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. 'Since the day you said you were going to sleep with Dominic for the first time. Can you remember what I said?

'Yes. You said lucky guy.'

'Now I'm the luck guy, Robyn. I've made love to you and it was wonderful.'

'You were wonderful too, Liam,' I said. We kissed.

It was a lovely warm morning. It was going to be a scorcher, as my mum would have said. We got up and went down to breakfast. I felt different. I felt fabulous. And my lover and I were completely naked.

ooo000ooo

After several days of really good sex with Liam when increasingly we were unable to leave each other alone physically I began to wonder just where our relationship might go in the medium or longer term. Strangely enough one morning Liam raised the same question.

'Could we talk about what we both want from this?'

I knew what he meant. 'Shall we each say one thing at a time?' I proposed.

'Right. I want us to be seen by the others as partners even though in a family like ours we may occasionally enjoy physical love with others.'

'Others?'

'Holly, Charley maybe, very rarely Frances.'

'I don't know Charley but I have enjoyed Holly and Frances as well as Dominic. I would like to be with them again. It wouldn't interfere with how I feel about you, Liam.'

'I want you to have my children and live with me away from here.'

'But not far away,' I added.

'I want you to achieve success in life too.' [Liam's turn]

'I'd like to watch you with Holly.' I was feeling a little daring.

'Naughty! I'd like to be involved in your next beating if you decide you want another.'

'Not until Christmas,' I said, 'and I might like Ross to be there too.'

'Why?'

'Because he's been trying so hard to make me feel better about him.'

'Would you let him...?'

'Yes. If you're okay with that.'

Mid-afternoon that day Liam quietly asked if I would like to go inside for an hour. I smiled at him, got up and went upstairs. I got down on all fours on the bed with my head low down almost touching the mattress.

Liam came in.

'Use me, Liam. However you want. I want you to do anything from your wildest fantasies to me, now.'

'Anything?'

'Yes. Anything at all. You have my permission.'

I felt him positioning himself behind me. He began to rub his erect penis across my cunt and anus. 

I waited knowing that whatever he did I would also achieve what I wanted from him.

The end



Permission



 This is another "Be careful of what you wish for" story. It is a story of how a lot of love can be as damaging as a little hate. It is a story about two people and how they managed to screw up their marriage.

+++++++++++++++++

Kathy and I had been married almost ten years. We met as the result of an accident. I accidentally backed into her car in a parking lot. The damage looked minor, but you can never can tell about things like that. There was no one around so I wrote a note and put it under her windshield wiper. She called me that evening about six and I suggested that we get together and exchange insurance information and all the rest of what she would need to file a claim.

She was a college student and had just gotten out of class and my office was only eight blocks from the campus so we settled on a seven o'clock meeting at Angie's which was a student hang-out just off campus. I told her that she would recognize me immediately because it was almost certain that I would be the only one there in a three piece suit and tie. She laughed and said she would probably be the only one there with flaming red hair.

I spotted her right away when I got there. She was sitting in a booth and I walked over, introduced myself and sat down. I asked her if she had eaten yet and when she said that she hadn't I waved the waitress over and ordered a large Angie's brick oven pizza.

"No anchovies work for you" I asked Kathy and she told the waitress, "No anchovies and extra pepperoni."

When the waitress was gone I pulled out my insurance card and driver's license and handed them to Kathy and she passed me a piece of paper that she had already written her information on. After she had copied my information she handed me back my stuff and said:

"You are an interesting man."

"In what way?"

"Most people would have just taken off and hoped that the damage wouldn't be noticed for days. In fact I probably wouldn't have noticed if not for your note,"

"What can I say? I just had a feeling that the car belonged to a gorgeous redhead with green eyes and I knew that the best way to meet her would be to hit her car and leave a note."

She looked at me for a second or two and then she smiled and said, "Damned if I don't almost believe you. And what were you going to do when you met this fantasy woman?"

"Get to know her better."

She was twenty-two, a senior, and working toward a degree in Marketing. She had interned at the same company two summers in a row and she had been invited to apply for a full time position when she graduated. She was single and not in a relationship at the time. 

From me she learned that I was three years out of school, working for an investment firm downtown single and just out of a relationship that had turned bad. Then I asked her:

"How many am I going to have to kill to be first in line outside your door?"

"I don't know. Tell me more about this relationship that went bad. Whose fault? Hers or yours?"

"Hers mostly, but maybe a tiny bit mine."

"Do I get an explanation of that?"

"I caught her in bed with another man so I would say that the fault was mostly hers, but I have to accept the fact that I might have done something to put her there."

"Like what?"

"I've no idea, but there had to be a reason she went from me to him."

"Did you ask her why?"

"No. What would be the point? She made a choice and once that choice was made we were done. No need to talk about it."

"I'll have to say it again; you are definitely an interesting man. Most men that I know would have laid it all at the feet of the woman who cheated. Not one of them would have said that maybe some of it was their fault."

"Back to my question about the line in front of your door."

"You have my number. If you call maybe you can take cuts."

I did call and that led to a one year courtship that ended with Kathy being my bride.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Kathy was a virgin when we married, but she took to sex like a baby duck takes to water. She wanted to try it all and of course I obliged her. We quickly found that light BDSM and water sports were not for us, but Kathy did love to be eaten, loved sex in any position we could make work, had massive orgasms when we had anal sex and she would willingly swallow whatever her blow jobs could produce.

As the years went by things started to slow down a little in the sexual department. It wasn't so much a lack of desire as it was a case of same old/same old. Kathy had a higher sex drive than I did and she wasn't going to let things go stale. She began to look for ways to take the staleness out of things. Some of the things she came up with bothered me a little, but I felt that it was my lot in life to keep the woman I loved happy so I usually went along with whatever she came up with.

She thought it would be a kick to make love on the back seat of the car out at the local lover's lane at Steven's Point. We did it and I'll admit it was exciting, but I also sweated getting caught by the cops. Kathy got such a charge out of it that she wanted to do it again and over the course of the next year the back seat, and the front seat, saw plenty of action at Steven's Point, the Safeway supermarket parking lot, the Wal-Mart parking lot, two rest areas on the Interstate and various side streets in town.

One night we were sitting on the couch watching television when Kathy stood up, turned off the set and said:

"I want to go for a walk."

We walked outside into the bright full moon lit night and I asked her which way she wanted to go and she said down to the park. We walked down to the park which was eight blocks away and when we got there Kathy tried the swings for a bit, talked me into getting on the teeter-totter with her for a while and then she went over to the monkey bars. She played around for a bit and then she hiked up her skirt, pulled off her panties and told me to take out my cock. I looked around and didn't see anybody so I complied. Kathy got up on the monkey bars and arranged her body and then said:

"Get over here and fuck me lover."

Imagine if you can Kathy with her feet on one set of bars, holding on to a higher set of bars and pushing out so her body looked like a sideways "u" that put her sexy ass at just the right height and position so that all I had to do was step forward and slide right in. Add to that it was a bright, moonlit night and anyone coming into the park couldn't possibly miss seeing us. It was wild! Over the next six months we tried the swings, the teeter-totter, several picnic tables and – of course – we spent a lot of time on the monkey bars.

Then there was Kathy's prostitution phase. It didn't do much for me, but it turned Kathy into a sex fiend which in turn rocked my world. What Kathy did to me when she got wound up was dynamite. 

It happened by accident. Kathy's car was in the shop and I was working late so I couldn't pick her up when she got off work. As a senior accounts manager Kathy was usually the last one to leave the office. She usually got off around five-thirty to five forty-five. She was going to come to my office and when I finished up we would go home from there. It was a little after six and just starting to get dark and Kathy was standing on the corner of Fourth and Sherman trying to make up her mind as to whether she should flag down a cab or take the bus when a late model Caddy slowed to a stop next to the curb. The passenger side window slid down and a voice said:

"How you doing Sweet pea?"

Kathy bent down and looked in the window and said, "Pardon me?"

"I asked you how you were doing honey, but we both know that what I'm asking is how much?"

As soon as he said that Kathy knew what was going on. The man thought she was a hooker standing on a corner. At first she was pissed. Granted, she was wearing a short skirt and heels, but the skirt wasn't all that short – it was just above the knee – but she didn't think she looked anywhere like the street walkers she had seen while driving around town and she was all set to dump on the guy when she changed her mind. Why call him a pig when she could string him along and then leave him hanging.

"How do I know that you aren't a cop?"

"Oh come on honey; you know cops can't solicit. That's entrapment."

"Cops have been known to lie to make an arrest stick."

"We both know that in this town to make a prostitution arrest valid they have to have it on tape."

"Tapes can be edited."

"Okay, how about this. You don't say nothing, just shake your head yes or no. You are a classy looking lady so what do you say to a hundred and I pay for the motel room?"

Kathy shook her head no and made an upward motion with her hand.

"One fifty?"

Again Kathy shook her head no and made an upward gesture with her hand.

"Two hundred?"

She shook her head no again and unbuttoned her blouse and showed him her 34Cs encased in a frilly bra. She leaned forward and gave him a good look at her cleavage and cupped her tits with hers hands. He took a long look and then said:

"Three hundred?"

Kathy smiled and reached for the door handle. She saw the guys eyes light up and she pulled her hand back from the door handle.

"Show me."

"Show you what?"

"You know. Do the one thing that a cop would never do. Show me."

"Oh, I get it" he said and he unzipped and pulled out his cock. He stroked it a couple of times and Kathy watched as it came erect.

"Satisfied now?"

She grinned and reached fro the door handle. She had the door opened about six inches before she pushed it shut and said:

"Sorry, but something about this just doesn't feel right."

She spun on her heel and walked away smiling as he screamed, "You fucking bitch!"

When he pulled away she flagged down a cab. When she got to my building she came into my office, locked the door behind her and then asked me if I had a twenty dollar bill. I said I did and she asked me to give it to her. I gave it to her and she said:

"I could have gotten three hundred for this, but I'm giving you the family discount so you only have to fork over twenty."

She lifted her skirt, took off her panties and then turned and bent over my desk.

"Hurry baby, hurry. Fuck me like a twenty dollar whore"

She was wet when I slid into her and all I really had to do was stand there while she went nuts driving back at me. When it was over I asked her what got into her.

"It wasn't what got into me lover; it is what wanted to get into me" and then she told me the story. "You want to know the weird part? I really wanted to get into that car and find out what it would be like to fuck some stranger for money."

That was the start of it. From then on, at least once every two weeks she would go out and walk on the street until someone pulled over and tried to pick her up. I was always parked where I could watch her and be close enough to get to her if there was trouble, but there never was. She always pulled that, "Show me. Do what a cop would never do and show me" and then after the guy had pulled out his cock she would say something didn't feel right and walk away. When she'd had her fun we went home and she fucked me into near exhaustion.

+++++++++++++++++

The next thing that came along was the result of an accident. Kathy had gotten into a fender bender and her car was in the body shop being repaired. Until she got it back I was dropping her off at work in the morning and picking her up at night. She got off work a half hour before I did and one night instead of sitting in the lobby of her building and waiting for me she called me and told me she would be waiting for me at the lounge just down the street.

When I got to the lounge I found that it was happy hour and the place was packed. Kathy was sitting at the bar with a Rob Roy in front of her and three guys talking to her. It took me a minute or so to push through the crowd and I came up behind her just as the guy on her left said:

"It is only ten minutes from here and I really would like a woman's opinion on how to decorate it."

"I'd really like to" Kathy replied, "but I can't tonight. Maybe some other time."

"I'm here every night for happy hour."

"I'll remember that."

"Are you sure..." and at that point I tapped Kathy on the shoulder and she turned and said:

"Oh, there you are."

She picked up her purse and got up. As we walked toward the door Kathy said:

"I have to use the little girl's room before we leave."

"I need to go too. I'll meet you out front."

"Make sure you wipe it down good lover; it is going to be in my mouth as soon as we get in the car."

I was sitting in a stall when someone came in and I heard a guy say:

"I ought to kick your ass for butting in on me like that. I would have had her if it wasn't for you."

"Bullshit! She was waiting for that guy."

I recognized the voice of the second guy as being the voice of the guy who had been trying to get Kathy to go to his apartment. I could hear the sound of their whizzing as the first guy said:

"It didn't matter. She was ready. I saw it in her eyes and if you hadn't of butted in I'd have had her out of here before the guy she was waiting on got here. She wanted it dude; it was a plain as day that she wanted it."

I heard the second guy over the sounds of the sink as they washed their hands:

"If she really wants it she'll be back. I told her I was usually here every night for happy hour."

"Maybe so, but I don't know about another night. What I do know is that she was a sure thing for tonight."

"Water under the bridge my man. Lets see what we can do with those tw..." and the door closed behind them. I washed my hands, met Kathy outside and we went and got in my car. She slid over next to me and her hand went to my zipper. 

"Hurry home lover" she said as she worked my cock out. "I'm horny as hell and I need to be laid."

As she was stroking my cock she said, "Did you see them trying to pick me up? They wanted me. They really wanted me. They were trying to get me out of there before you could get there."

She lowered her head and took me in her mouth and as she worked to bring me off I thought about what I had seen when I first got to the bar. I thought about it and I knew what was going to be coming up next. What had happened turned Kathy on and Kathy would do just what she had done when exhibitionist sex turned her on and just what she did when the prostitution thing turned her on. She would want to do more of it until something newer came along.

Kathy was riding me cowgirl and talking about her time at the bar.

"They wanted me lover; I know they wanted me."

"I know they did" I said and I told her about what I'd overheard in the men's room.

"They could see that? They could tell from my eyes that I wanted them? They knew from my eyes that I was ready? I was lover, I was ready. It's weird baby, but as he talked I really did reach the point where I wanted to go to his apartment. It was the same feeling I had when the guy in the Caddy tried to buy me. I wanted to get in that car. The very same feeling lover, I really wanted to go to that apartment."

"Would you have gone if I had not have shown up?"

"Of course not! Fuck me lover, fuck me hard. Get me off lover; make me cum."

+++++++++++++++++++

It was two days later when I came home to an empty house. That was odd since Kathy always beat me home. Maybe half an hour after I got home Kathy came in. She dropped her purse on the table, gave me a passionate kiss and said:

"Bedroom. Now!"

She pushed away from me and headed for the bedroom dropping clothes along the way. I knew my lines in the play so I followed her undressing as I went. In the bedroom she pushed me back on the bed and then she mounted me. As she rode me cowgirl she said:

"I stopped by the lounge after work. He wasn't there, but I hadn't been on the bar stool long enough to get the cushion warm before I had a half a dozen guys trying to hustle me. They all wanted me."

She was pounding down hard on me and moaning. "And I wanted them baby, I wanted them. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

I pulled her down to me and rolled putting her on her back and then I drove hard into her. Hard and fast while she cried out:

"Make me cum baby, make me cum."

She had an orgasm and she dug her nails into my back and ass and moaned:

"More baby, more."

I was able to give her one more before I reached my climax. As soon as I was out of her she spun around and went for my cock with her mouth and went to work at getting me back up. It was an exhausting evening. When I couldn't answer the call any more we lay there and I asked:

"Do you think it is wise for you to go into that bar alone?"

"What's the matter baby, don't think I can handle myself? You don't trust me?"

What could I say to that? I gave her a reassuring pat on the arm and got up to go to the kitchen to fix us a bite to eat.

The next day was a repeat. She got home a half hour after I did and pulled me straight into the bedroom.

"He was there tonight" she said as she rode me. "He wants me. He wants me bad. We talked about his apartment and me looking at it to give him a woman's perspective. He wanted me baby, and I wanted him. I wanted to go to his apartment in the worst way. Oh God baby, fuck me."

It was two days before it happened again. Same story. "He wants me" she moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock. When we were done she said:

"He keeps trying to get me to go to his apartment." She hesitated for a moment and then said, "I told him tomorrow. I told him I would meet him for a drink and then we could go and look at his apartment."

"You what!" I almost screamed as I pushed her away from me.

"Don't go getting all wound up on me baby. I'll meet him, have the drink and when we get up to leave the bar you will walk in and say something like, "Oh there you are. I was hoping to find you here."

"One of these days Kathy your little games are going to backfire on you,"

"There you go again; not trusting me to be able to handle myself."

Wisely I kept my mouth shut.

The next day Kathy called me at work and gave me her game plan. She would walk into the lounge at a quarter to six. She would order her drink and nurse it until six and then she would order another. At six fifteen she would tell the guy she was ready to go. That would give me plenty of time to get to the lounge and get into position to intercept them as they were leaving.

It was as if I had been looking into a crystal ball the previous evening when I told Kathy that someday one of her games was going to backfire on her. I hadn't gotten a block from work when I ran into a traffic jam. An accident was causing traffic to back up for blocks. Finally the two vehicles were pushed out of the way and traffic began moving again. When I pulled into the lounge parking lot it was twenty to seven – a good twenty-five minutes later than Kathy's six-fifteen!

I went inside not having a clue as to what I was going to find. Had Kathy gone to his apartment when I hadn't showed? The first thing I saw when my eyes adjusted to the light level was apartment guy sitting at the bar taking with a couple of other guys. I looked around and didn't see Kathy. As I was looking around the place a waitress came up to me and said:

""You look like a Rob; am I right?"

""Yes, I am a Rob."

"Kathy said to tell you to go back out to your car and wait" and then she walked away. 

I took one more quick glance around and then went back out to the car. I sat there maybe two minutes before I saw Kathy come out of the place, look around, see me and head for the car.

"Where were you" she asked as she got into the car. I told her what had happened and then asked her what had happened.

"We were almost at the door and you weren't anywhere around so I told him that I had to make a quick trip to the ladies room before we left. And then I described you to one of the waitresses and told her to tell you to wait in the car for me."




Permission



"You hid out in the bathroom for almost half an hour?"

"The alternative would to have come out and go with Hal to his apartment. Would you rather I have done that?"

By then I was just a little pissed by her attitude. The "would you rather" and all the recent "What's the matter, don't you trust me" she had thrown at me had me a little wound and I snapped:

"Why not? It is what you wanted to do anyway."

Kathy gave me a nasty look and we proceeded home in silence. There was no mad, passionate love making in our house that night.

++++++++++++++++++

That night put an end to Katy's stopping at the lounge and in a couple of days things were back to normal between Kathy and me. Kathy waited a week and then she hit me with her next idea.

"I had fun going to that lounge and teasing guys. I want to do it again, but at some different places only I don't want to risk any more traffic jams. We can go to a place and you go inside and get a seat where you can watch what goes on and then I'll come in and take a seat and we will see what happens. Or I'll go in first and then you come in."

I knew better than to say, "No thanks, I don't think so." Besides, I didn't see where things could go wrong with me being there as Kathy's safety valve. Silly me, right?

The first couple of dozen times there were no problems. Kathy would take a seat at the bar or at a table and then the guys would try to move in on her. She never had to pay for a drink (other giving out a dance or two) and after she had a sufficient number of tongues hanging out she would get up and leave and we would go home and fuck like sex crazed bunnies. Did either one of us think that what she was doing was terribly bad? Hell no! She had her wedding rings on and the guys still came after her any way. They deserved the blue balls they went home with.

But Kathy likes to push the envelope. She began dressing sexier. Low cut blouses that showed plenty of cleavage. Short skirts that showed plenty of leg. Sexy high heeled 'come fuck me' pumps. When the guys asked her to dance she let them get closer. She allowed their hands a liberty or two. I sat and watched and got more and more uneasy about things.

Then on our twenty-sixth time things got out of hand. It started out like a usual night. I went in first and picked out a spot where I could see most of the place. Ten minutes later Kathy came in and took a seat at the bar. Within minutes she had a guy move in and offer to buy her a drink. More guys, more drinks and then she was out on the dance floor. Guys pulled her in close and grinded against her. A hand went to her tit and she pushed it away. Hands went to her ass and pulled her in tight and she didn't push them away. 

I was sitting there and getting more and more pissed at what was going on and I was on the edge of my seat on the verge of going out on the dance floor and dragging Kathy out of the place when the band took a break. Kathy got her purse and headed for the ladies room and a second or so later the guy she had been dancing with, the one who had put both of his hands on her ass, got up and followed her. I still to this day don't know what made me do it, but I got up and followed along.

At the end of the hallway that led to the bathrooms there was a storeroom and I got to the hallway just in time to see the guy trying to pull Kathy into that storeroom. I hollered "Hey!" and ran down the hall toward them. Stupid move on my part. The "Hey!" gave the guy enough warning that he was able to set himself up to meet me. By the time the bouncers pulled us apart the guy was missing three teeth and I had a broken nose. Kathy was blubbering and trying to stop my nose from bleeding with a handkerchief and I pushed her hand away and snarled:

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

The ride to the hospital was silent and after my nose was set in the ER the ride home was just as silent. We were in the house before Kathy said:

"Why did you holler at me to leave you alone?"

"Because you were the one who caused it. You just had to let those assholes put their hands on you more and more and you never stopped them and that led up to me having to fight some asshole who was going to rape your teasing ass. You couldn't just let things be. You just had to dress sexier and sexier and go farther and farther to feed your goddamned 'excitement' jones and I get to be the guy who pays the price."

"You also got to be the guy who got all the benefit from it or did you forget that part?"

"Yeah, but is it worth the price I have to pay sitting there watching and seething as you let asshole after asshole take liberties with you? I don't think so. No more Kathy, no more" and I stomped off to bed.

Things were a little chilly around the house for about a week and then on a Saturday I woke up to Kathy sucking on my cock. When I was fully awake Kathy said:

"I'm sorry baby, please forgive me, I'm sorry."

++++++++++++++

Six months went by without Kathy coming up with any more ideas. Our sex life settled down some to two or three times a week. It was nice easy love making, but there wasn't any of the wild passion that had been there when Kathy played her games.

One night after we had made love Kathy asked me if I had any fantasies of a sexual nature and I told her that I didn't have any. Then I asked her why she had asked.

"I don't know; just curious I guess."

"Do you have any?"

She looked away for several seconds and then said, "One."

"What is it?"

"I'd rather not say."

"If I had said yes when you asked me that question and then tried to duck telling you what it was you would have badgered me until I told you so I'm not letting you get away with stonewalling me. What is it?"

"You couldn't handle it."

"How do you know I can't handle it?"

"I know you Rob. I know that there isn't any way you could handle it."

I wouldn't give up and I kept after her until she finally relented and told me. My jaw hit the floor when she said:

"I want to make love to another man while you watch."

I just stared at her for several seconds and she said, "Well?"

I finally found my voice and said, "Well what?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know what to say. That was totally unexpected."

"Well at least you didn't sputter and yell out "Hell no."

"What? You expected me to say, "Sounds like a good idea?"

"A girl can hope."

"You are so dissatisfied with me that you want another man?"

"Don't be silly Rob. I am absolutely satisfied with you."

"Then what the hell is with this other man shit?"

"It isn't shit honey. You know I was a virgin when we got married and you know how quickly I took to sex. I've always wondered what I missed by staying pure until I walked down the aisle. I've always wondered what another man would be like. Remember me telling you how badly I wanted to climb into that car when the guy thought I was a hooker? And the time I told you that I really, really wanted to go to that guy's apartment? It isn't a new fantasy sweetheart; I've had it for years and years."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I'm not at all interested in replacing you baby. You will never have to sweat that." She turned and shut off the light and cuddled up next to me and in minutes she was asleep. I was on my back staring up at the ceiling as visions of Kathy climbing into strange men's cars and going into strange men's apartments moved through my mind. It was very unsettling.

The next morning over breakfast I asked, "Could you really make love to another man?"

"It is just a fantasy Rob, not reality."

"I'm curious. Why do you want me watching?"

"So you will feel a part of it. I couldn't do it alone because that would seem too much like cheating. If you were there it would be like you were putting your stamp of approval on it."

"You would expect me to approve of you fucking other men?"

"Not "other" men honey, just one. Just to see what it would be like."

"It doesn't sound like you are talking fantasy now. It sounds like you really want to do it."

She looked away from me and didn't say anything so I let the subject drop. But not talking about it and not thinking about it are two very different breed of cat. I could not get it out of my mind that Kathy wanted to fuck another man. Kathy said that she'd had the fantasy for years and years and I wondered why she had suddenly brought it up. I wasn't stupid. I knew Kathy and I knew that she knew me well enough to know that if she asked me about my fantasies that I would ask her what hers were. And she knew that when she hedged I would stay on it until I got it out of her. The question was why did she want me to know? Why now after all these years? The answer that I came up with – rightly or wrongly – was that she was on the edge of doing it and she wanted me to say it was okay.

Well it wasn't okay!

I didn't want my wife fucking another man. It wasn't my fault that she was a virgin when we got married. That was her choice. If she would have had fifty sexual partners before we got married it wouldn't have mattered at all. I would still have married her. God knows that I spread my share of pollen before we got married. What happened before the engagement and the wedding vows was none of my business or hers. No! No fucking way did I want her sampling another man.

But then I was left with the question of would she do it anyway even if I didn't say that it was okay. The answer that I came up with to that was unsettling to say the least. I did not think that she would deliberately set out to do it, but if the right set of circumstances occurred it could happen even if she hadn't been looking for it. I remembered how she was when we played her game at the bars; how she got progressively more accepting of what her dance partners were doing. If I hadn't been there would she have gotten worked up enough that without even thinking of what she was doing she would let something happen?

And another thing. Something that I hadn't thought of before. When I saw the guy pulling Kathy toward that storeroom I was keyed on him and not her. Was she trying to fight him off? Trying to pull away from him? Was she so into what they had been doing on the dance floor that she was going to let something happen? I had no answers to those questions. There were some answers though. If she did it behind my back and I found out would our marriage continue? No! If she told me she decided to do it and went ahead after I said no would we still have a marriage? Again the answer was no. 

Should I ignore it and hope it would go away? How in the hell could I do that? I would always be waiting to hear the other shoe drop. After a week of rolling it over and over in my mind I came to the realization that it was going to happen. Sooner or later Kathy was going to do it. If she did it and I never found out we would be okay. But I would find out. I knew Kathy well enough to know that she couldn't hold it in. She wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. Sooner or later she would confess and then we would be toast.

I loved her and I didn't want to live my life without her in it, but if she cheated on me she was gone. The only way I could see making our marriage last was to allow her to have her fantasy. And it was going to happen. I knew it was almost a certainty. A girl's night out, stopping for drinks after work with the girls she worked with, a party where she had quite a bit to drink, any one of those combined with the right set of circumstances and it would happen. I had to give her my permission because if it happened without it we were through.

I sat on it for a week and thought and re-thought it and finally I bit the bullet. Over dinner one night I flat out asked Kathy:

"Is your fantasy really just a fantasy or do you really want to do it?"

She looked at me for several seconds and then she said, "I want to do it."

"I want you to think long and hard on this Kathy. I don't know how I am going to handle it. Are you willing to risk your marriage just to satisfy a fantasy?"

"It won't hurt us Rob. I'll just be satisfying a curiosity. I won't be looking for any emotional involvement."

"That's what you say now, but what happens if your lover gives you a bigger or better orgasm than I do. What if he is more sexually satisfying? What if you try another man and it is so different for you that you want to try a third and then a fourth to see how much different they can be?"

"I wouldn't do that. Only the one Rob, I swear – only the one."

"I wish to God you had never brought up the subject. I don't want it, but you have put me between a rock and a hard place. Damned if I do and damned if I don't. If I say yes and don't handle it well our marriage might not survive. If I say no and you do it anyway our marriage would be over."

"I would never do it without you knowing."

"You say that now and you could very well mean it, but time changes things. You say that you have had this fantasy for years and years and for those years and years the fantasy kept getting stronger and stronger until it was so strong that you brought it out in the open to see how I would respond. The only reason for doing that is because you have reached the point where you really want to do it. You want my blessing, but the big thing is that you want to do it and you will still want to do it even if I say no fucking way. So three, six or nine months from now something happens that would give you your chance to try it without me ever knowing. How strong would your fantasy have grown by then? Strong enough that you might take the chance?

"Think back to the guy who thought you were a hooker; you really wanted to get in that car with him. Or the guy who wanted you to go to his apartment. You really, really wanted to go to it with him. What if something similar happens a year from now? With your fantasy getting stronger and stronger as the months go by would you back away or would you get into the car or go to the apartment? That's what you have me looking at now Kathy. Say yes and it doesn't go right and we are done. Say no and have you maybe do it anyway and we are done. The only thing I can do is say yes and hope to God I can handle it or hope that you will realize what a huge gamble you would be taking and decide that it wouldn't be worth what you would lose. Take your time Kathy and really think it through and then let me know what you want to do."

"I don't need to take any time Rob. I want to do it and I know that everything will be fine between us. I love you and you know I do and you love me and I know it. There is nothing that can tear us apart. I'm glad you are nervous over it. If you would have said, "Oh sure Kathy; go ahead and have a good time" I would have been hurt that you could care so little about it. I know how unsure you are about it because I've had all the same thoughts myself, but I'm positive that everything will be okay between us. The fact that you will trust me to do it just makes the bond between us all that much stronger."

"All right then Kathy, go ahead, but one thing. I'll be in the house somewhere, but I will not watch. That would be just too humiliating for me."

"But you have to be there Rob. I can't do it if you aren't there."

"Then I guess you aren't going to do it."

"Please Rob. That's the only way I can do it and really know that it is okay with you."

"No Kathy. No way! I'm not going to stand there while another man uses you and smirks at me while thinking, "Can't take care of your wife? Watch how a real man does it."

"Please Rob. Do it for me, please?"

"No Kathy. I'll be in the house – in the next room even – but I will not watch and at no time will I let whomever you pick see me or will I see him. Listening will be bad enough and that is as far as I'm willing to go."

She was silent for several seconds and then she asked, "When can I do it?"

"That's up to you Kathy. I'll let it happen, but I won't have anything else to do with it."

"I think I'd like to do it next Friday. I'm not insensitive to the way you feel and I think we will need to do some serious hand holding after it is over. If we do it Friday that will give us the weekend alone."

"Next Friday? Isn't that kind of quick? Or do you already have someone picked out?"

"No I don't, but I need to get this out of the way before you back out on me. I'm a fairly good looking girl. If I can't come up with someone within an hour of my walking into whatever place I go to it will be a serious blow to my ego." She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you lover. Thank you for loving me enough to trust me on this and thank you for being mine."

+++++++++++++++++++++

The week passed by quickly and all too soon it was Friday. Work sucked all day. I couldn't get what Kathy would be doing that night out of my mind and I couldn't blame anyone but myself for my mood. I was the one who said yes. I thought back to the night when Kathy said:

"Thank you for loving me enough to trust me."

The reason I agreed to go along with it was that I didn't trust her. I didn't trust that someday her fantasy and circumstances would come into perfect alignment and she would get carried away and do it. That she would feel guilty after I didn't doubt, but it still would have been cheating and when I found out our marriage would be over.

So there I was. Sitting at my desk at work and trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I'd told my wife she could have sex with another man in the hopes of keeping her and saving my marriage and just how weird was that?

I was a nervous mess when I got home from work. I tried to find projects around the house that would maybe keep me busy and keep my mind off of what was going to happen later. The plan was that Kathy would get off work, hit a bar or lounge, pick up a suitable sex partner and then call me when she was on the way home. Kathy got off work around five-thirty and the call came at five after six. That sure didn't take long I thought. Her ego sure wouldn't be suffering any.

It was a hot August day and I was working in the basement. Because of the heat I had the windows open and I was standing by the one that faced the front yard and was just to the left of the front porch. I heard a car door slam and two people talking as they came up the walk. The voices became clearer as they got closer and as they were walking up the front steps I heard:

"Are you sure that he isn't in there waiting for me with a baseball bat?"

"Don't worry about it. I told you; he is all right with this."

"I have to admit that when you told me two months ago you could get him to go for this I thought you were nuts. I hope you were worth the wait."

"Oh I am sweetie. I can promise you that you won't be disappointed."

I stood there stunned.

She told him two months ago she could get me to do it? Two months ago? And then something else registered. I knew that voice. I couldn't picture who it was, but I'd heard that voice. I wiped my hands on a rag and headed upstairs. Kathy and her stud were already in the bedroom and undressing when I walked in the bedroom door and I saw why the voice was familiar. It was apartment guy. Kathy saw me and smiled thinking I'd changed my mind and was going to watch. The smile disappeared when I said:

"Pull your pants back up sport. You might get to fuck the bitch, but it ain't going to be tonight and it ain't going to be here. Maybe in that apartment you were so eager to get her to. Right now you need to saddle up and move out before I get that baseball bat you were worried about."

"Rob? What are you doing? You said th..."

"Shut up Kathy."

"You said it wa..."

"I said shut up Kathy. One more word out of you and I'll push you out the door right behind him and you can follow him to that apartment that you really, really wanted to go to."




Permission



She wisely shut up and stayed silent while I watched 'apartment guy' hurriedly dress and then head for the door. Once he was gone I told Kathy that she could sleep in the bedroom since she had fouled it with 'apartment guy's' presence and I would sleep in the spare bedroom. 

"Tomorrow when I'm calmer we can talk and decide where we go from here, but you might as well know now that things don't look to good and you might want to start making a list of what you want to take out of the wreckage of our marriage.'

And then I walked out of the room before she could say a word, went out and got in my car and headed for the nearest bar. It was after midnight when I got home and Kathy was waiting for me in what used to be our bedroom.

"Rob honey, we need to tal..."

"I don't need a fucking thing from you Kathy except your fucking silence. I said we would talk tomorrow."

I grabbed my pillow off the bed and went across the hall to the spare bedroom. I locked the door behind me and it wasn't more than a minute before Kathy tried the door knob. Finding the door locked she knocked and called out:

"Rob? We need to talk Rob. We need to talk now Rob, not tomorrow, but now."

I put my shoes back on, opened the door and pushed by her. I got in my car and drove to a motel. In the morning I had breakfast at an IHOP and then around ten I went home. I found a red-eyed and haggard looking Kathy waiting for me when I got there.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick."

"You wouldn't leave me alone like I told you so I left and went to a motel."

"But why did you behave like that last night? You told me I could go and then you went all freaky on me. I don't understand."

"You should. You have had all night to think about it."

"Think about what? You told me I could do it and then you went nuts on me."

"Think back to what I said to your stud. The part about going and getting the baseball bat he was concerned about. When did he mention me being inside waiting for him with a baseball bat?"

"When we were on the porch. But I told him that he didn't have to worry because you were okay with what we were going to do."

"What else did he say?"

"I don't know Rob. We were both a little nervous and we talked, but I don't remember about what. We were talking to hide our nervousness from each other."

"Well let me tell you what I heard. I believe the exact words were, "I have to admit when you told me two months ago you could get him to go for this I thought you were nuts." Remember it now? You have been planning to fuck that asshole for over two months now. Playing me for a fool. Or have you already been fucking him, but just wanted the extra thrill of doing it in front of me? I can't believe I fell for it. I listened to your "I just want to try another man once just to see what it would be like." Leading me to believe that it didn't matter who, just as long as it was someone different. Yeah, right! Didn't matter who and all the time the two of you were setting me up."

"It wasn't that way Rob."

"Oh no? Then what was with that bullshit you fed me Thursday night. "If I can't find someone within an hour of walking into whatever bar I go to it will be a serious blow to my ego." You told me that already knowing where you were going and who you were going to bring home. You played me for a sucker Kathy. You played me and I fell for it. All I can say is that I hope that it was worth it. As far as I'm concerned all that's left is to divide our stuff and call the lawyers."

"You can't be serious Rob."

"Of course I am. I need to get away from you Kathy. I don't want to be around when you start spreading pollen. I'll get out of the way and you and apartment guy can get on with what you were planning on doing."

I shook my head in disgust and muttered, "Two months. Two fucking months. I can't believe that I was so stu..."

"That's enough Rob!"

"What?"

"I said that is enough!"

"That isn't nearly enou..."

"Shut the fuck up Rob! If you think I am going to sit here and listen to a one sided rant you are crazy. You wouldn't talk to me last night, but you are going to listen to me right now. I have never had sex with Hal. I have never had sex with anyone but you. Did I want to have sex with Hal? Yes I did. With Hal or with someone else. Or Rob, or! Did I set you up as you claim? No I did not. I involved you, not set you up. My fantasy of wanting to experience another man has been getting stronger over the years, but as bad as I wanted to do it there was no way – no way Rob – that it was ever going to happen without you being on board with it. I don't care how strong the urge it is not going to happen behind your back.

"The first step was to let you know what my urges were and see how you would respond. I asked you about your fantasies knowing that you would ask me about mine and that is just how it happened. I explained to you what I wanted to do and why and you said I could. That brings us to Hal. Two days after the traffic jam aborted our plan for Hal I went back to the bar to talk to him. I stop in there every once in a while with some of the people from work and I wanted to be able to stop without having a problem with him. I told him that I was sorry, but there was no way we could do anything because of my feelings for you. I told him that when I came out of the bathroom I saw you and so I ducked back in and waited until he got tired of waiting for me and either left or went back to his seat at the bar.

"Every time I did stop he was there and he kept trying and I kept saying no, that I couldn't cheat on you and one day when I said I couldn't cheat on you, that there was no way I would go behind your back he said:

"Then don't go behind his back. Ask him if it is okay."

I told him that he was out of his mind and he said that he had heard of men who let their wives play around and that I'd never know if I didn't ask. That gave me the idea of bring you into my fantasy. I asked him if he could perform while being watched and he said that it wouldn't be a problem. So yes Rob, I did line him up as my partner two months ago and there was a reason for it. Did you think I was silly enough to walk into a bar, pick up some stranger and bring him home and take a chance on picking up a disease and passing it on to you? I told Hal he could be the one if I could talk you into it but he would have to bring me a letter from his doctor stating that he was disease free. That takes a little time. He got the letter for me two days before you gave me the go ahead.

"Was I trying to be sneaky? Not one bit. I knew you would recognize Hal as soon as you saw him and don't give me any of that crap that you would never see him. You might not stay in the room and watch, but I know you Rob and there was no way – no fucking way – that you weren't going to take a quick peek and see who it was."

"What about the charade of going out Friday and all that shit about your ego?"

"Would you have let me go if I had said, "Okay, I'll go pick up Hal and be right back?" I was gambling that once we were here you would accept it as a done deal and let it happen."

"Even if what you say is true I still feel like I've been tricked. When I asked you if you had someone already picked out you lied to me and said you didn't. You played me Kathy and I'm not the least bit happy about it. You know how reluctant I was to let you do it to begin with so you should have made damned sure that everything you did was out in the open and completely above board. You should have told me about Hal. Would I have been happy about it? Probably not, but I wasn't happy about the whole thing anyway. Would I have understood why if you had explained it before hand like you did just now? Yes I would have and I probably would have accepted it as a sign of clearheaded thinking, but the way you did it smacks of dishonesty.

"You said it yourself. You were afraid that I wouldn't let you do it if you told me you were leaving to go get Hal. That means that you knew what you were doing was wrong. I told you up front that if I said yes and it didn't go right we could be done and even knowing that you tried to hide things. And after all the years we have been together you don't know me well enough to know what I would think when I saw you with Hal? Given your sexual nature and all the games you like to play didn't you know that my first thought was going to be, "I wonder how long this has been going on?" You didn't think I wouldn't wonder how many times you had been to that apartment that you really, really wanted to see?"

"That's not fair Rob. I have never cheated on you."

"I only have your word for that Kathy and right now, with the seeds of doubt and mistrust you have planted in my mind your word isn't worth all that much."

"You can't seriously believe that I would have done that."

"Right now I don't know what to believe Kathy. It has been over six months since the night I was supposed to stop you from going to his apartment. That means that you have been seeing him and talking to him for six months and since you have always been home on time that means that you had to have left work early to meet with him. How early did you leave work? Early enough to go over to his apartment? You have opened a can of worms Kathy and they all crawled out and wiggled away. You are going to play hell trying to get them all back in the can."

"You aren't making sense Rob. Think about it. If I was already doing Hal why would I need to bring him here? Why wouldn't I just keep my mouth shut? And besides, if you heard the thing about the baseball bat and the two months then you also heard him ask if it was going to be worth the wait. Okay, I went about it the wrong way, but I wanted it and you had said yes and it was just so close to happening that I didn't want anything to stop it once it got started.

"I'll say it again Rob; I have never been unfaithful to you and I would never do anything that you were not aware of."

There were several very long moments of silence and then Kathy said: "What now?"

"I don't know Kathy. I have a lot on my mind right now and a lot to think about. For the time being and as long as you leave me alone I'm going to be staying in the spare bedroom. If you keep bothering me like you did last night I'll move out and do my thinking somewhere else."

"That's not fair Rob. You are treating me like I've cheated on you and I haven't."

"You haven't been honest and aboveboard with me either Kathy and that is just as bad."

I got up, went up to our bedroom and started moving my things over to the other bedroom while Kathy sat in the living room and cried.

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And that is where things are now. I've been two weeks in the spare bedroom and Kathy and I are stepping gingerly around each other. I still don't know what I'm going to do.



Permission



The pounding was definitely having an impact. I was thrusting away and slapping your rosy bottom as often as I could. Each slap sending a tingle up your spine and a little clench to your pussy.

Your ankles and knees tied together, resting on my shoulder. A pillow under your butt and your wrists and elbows tied together forcing your head forward. You were reduced to just experiencing what I wanted you to, and you were enjoying it.

Feeling the buildup you clench your hands and ask, "Please, may I cum, Sir?"

"No," I reply, redoubling my efforts. 

"Please!" urgency in your voice. In fact, permission isn't going to be a factor if I keep up.

"Don't you dare!" I say, a sparkle in my eye. I reach over and grab the vibrator and hold it to your clit with the hand that had been spanking you. 

Closing your eyes, you try to control the rising wave of pleasure, but my continued thrusting and the vibrator are relentless. You fight as long as you can, but it's a losing battle and eventually the orgasm wins. 

I watch your body tense, feel you squirting on me and the wonderful feel of your pussy spasming over my cock. I thrust a few more times and join you in orgasm.

Resting your legs to the side, my now softening cock still in you, you look up at me. The smile on my face both comforting and slightly worrying.

"Even without permission, in direct defiance of a direct command, you came. Not only came, but came hard and squirted. You've been very naughty pet! Lucky for you, I know how to deal with naughty pets!"

Bending over I kiss you deeply, lightly tweaking your nipples.

"First things first," I say as I position myself and present my cock to your mouth. "Clean."

You take me into your mouth and lick and suck all our juices from me. Even having come so recently I start to firm up as your tongue slips along the underside of my cock to clean my balls as well. 

As wonderful as this feels, I have work to do. I untie your legs and retie them to the headboard, ankles and knees wide, fully exposing you pussy to me.

Laying on your left side I alternate between kissing your face and tits while I use my hand to hold the vibrator to your clit. 

Primed from your first orgasm you quickly near your second. "Please, Sir! Permission to come!"

I place my hand around your throat and say, "Oh yes, you have permission to come. In fact, I _order_ you to come! Now!" I punctuate my command my tightening my grip on your neck.

Our eyes meet and your orgasm hits. As soon as you start to recover from that, I switch to a dildo, quickly sliding it deeply into you.

First in your sopping wet pussy, then fucking your mouth. Back and forth, pussy, mouth, pussy, mouth. I again kiss you deeply, tasting your pussy on your mouth when the dildo is in your pussy.

When my left arm gets tired, I switch sides and resume my assault using my right. All the while, kissing your mouth, face and breasts.

When I'm tired, I just use the vibrator on you, never offering you any respite. Wrenching orgasm after orgasm from you.

Some time later, the battery on the vibrator is dying. You are crying, not sure if it's from pleasure or pain. "Mercy," you croak. Your legs and hips tired and getting sore, your pussy spasming, either rejecting anymore contact or begging to never be left empty.

I put the vibrator to the side and climb between your legs, supporting myself on my elbows, I cradle your face in my hands. Kissing you gently, I kiss your mouth, cheeks, and nose.

"No more," you whisper. Tears running down your face, "I'll be good, I promise."

"I know you will, kitten. But I want more. One more orgasm? Can you do that for Me?"

You shake your head... your nod your head... a fresh tear falls from your eye and you whisper, "Yes, Sir."

I smile and start kissing my way down your body. I stop and pay plenty of attention to your breasts and nipples. 

Reaching over to the nightstand I grab a dental dam and then I kiss my way down your belly and start to lick your well used pussy. Normally I love your taste, but I'm not interested is sucking up my own come.

Knowing you're sensitive, I start with wide long tongue strokes. Going from just above your asshole to the top of your labia. I leave my tongue wide and soft so I don't put too much pressure on your clit.

You feel pretty well worn out, but the softer treatment of my tongue finds a few embers to stir and slowly you build to a small orgasm. It's all you have left and you shudder. 

I look up between your legs and smile at you. You give a weak smile and let your head fall back.

As I untie your legs and let them down you realize how sore they are. You stretch them out and groan as muscles ache at refreshed movement. As I release your arms you also realize how drained you feel. Not only emotionally, but physically. Literally. The sheets under your ass and legs are soaked from both your wet pussy and squirting orgasms.

I make sure you're OK and leave you to lay in your puddle. You revel in the feeling of laying in your juices, remembering all it took for you to produce your puddle. I come back with a glass of juice and a cool wet washcloth. First, I help you sit up and drink the juice. Then I gently wipe you down, being very gentle to not irritate your now tender pussy and clit. You still shudder slightly as the cool smooth washcloth brushes your sensitive skin.

I roll you over onto dry sheets and wipe down your back. Then I help you out of bed and carry you out to the couch. I sit us down with you in my lap and pull a blanket over us. "I hope that taught you a lesson about coming without permission," I say.

You think about how sore you are and how sore your pussy is going to be for the next day or two. "Yes, Sir, I promise to never come without permission again!" you say, just like you have every time before.



Permission A: Afternoon Delight



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Janice and I had been married for about 10 years. My name is Bill, and from my perspective, we had a solid, happy marriage. We had never had any serious problems, and were very much in love with one another. She was, and still is, a beautiful, intelligent, interesting woman, and I considered myself very lucky to have her for my wife. She was a great mother to our two children. 

Our sex life had become very predictable and boring, which is probably true of most married couples after the first several years of marriage. We engaged in sex very infrequently and when we did, it lacked something - pizzazz! We seemed to do the same things over and over - very boring. Even so, I had never had an affair and I'm sure that she hadn't, either. Other women had looked tempting to me from time to time, but I had not had a serious interest in them - only the normal male curiosity. One of the strengths of our marriage was that we had always been very open and honest with each other.

One evening after the kids were in bed, Janice snuggled up to me on the couch and started the conversation that shocked me to my inner core. I guess I'm a bit Victorian when it comes to sex. That's why I was so shocked. But wouldn't you be? Let me explain.

She proceeded to tell me that she ran into her old high school boyfriend, Mike, downtown that day. She hadn't seen him since the day they graduated some 15 years ago. Although she had told me a little about Mike before, I had never known the extent of their romance. This chance meeting was unusual since we currently live over a thousand miles from where she and Mike had grown up.

She told me that he was glowing in his compliments on her appearance, and told her that the years had been good to her. She was embarrassed and very flattered by this, since she hadn't ever considered herself to be a beautiful woman, which she is. She wasn't always beautiful. She was what one might refer to as a late bloomer. She was attractive, but a bit too skinny back in high school. Maybe that was why Mike was so effusive in his compliments. She said that he looked to be in pretty good shape as well. He was married with three children and in town on business for a few days. They had spoken for a few minutes and then he invited her to lunch. Since it was around noon, and she was hungry, she accepted his invitation. They discussed old times and one thing led to another. He eventually asked her over to his hotel room to finish what they started back in high school.

She said that they had never gone all the way, but had gotten into some heavy petting once or twice. She can remember the one time when they were parked at the local lovers lane. He got her to climax with his finger and she stroked him off. She chuckled and said that the back seat of his father's car got to be pretty messy. She probably would have let him go all the way that night, but he didn't push it. They broke up shortly after that and went their separate ways. Now I wasn't totally surprised that a guy was hitting on my wife, but I was surprised at what came out of her mouth next.

She said that seeing him again got her to thinking about that night and what could have been. She could have lost her cherry in the back seat of his father's car instead of to me a few years later. It got her aroused. It was the first time another man had gotten her aroused in a sexual way since we met. Then, when he invited her up to his room, she got even more aroused at the prospect of having sex with him. She said that she was very tempted to go right then, but couldn't bring herself to cheat on me. She told him that, and left him disappointed at the restaurant. She could sense that he too was aroused, and was really dejected when she turned him down.

I felt very reassured at that point, but then she dropped the bomb. She asked if it would be OK with me if she did go to his hotel room and have sex with him. Now that really shook me. My wife was asking me to give her permission to have sex with another guy! My first response was, "No way in Hell!"

Janice said that my reaction didn't surprise her, and pointed out that she could have gone without telling me about it. She clarified that by saying that even though she could have gone, she didn't, and wouldn't go without my knowledge. She also stated that she would abide by my decision, whatever it may be. She would never go behind my back. "My love and respect for you is too strong," she said. She stated that we have a solid marriage and she was too deeply in love with me to go behind my back. This affair would be merely to satisfy her sexual curiosity.

Since she had never had sex with any other man, she was very curious as to what it would be like. She argued that it might even improve our sex life, which, she added, had gotten pretty boring in recent years. 'It might help hers,' I thought, 'but what about mine?' Actually I was getting aroused at the gist of this conversation. The thought of my wife shacking up with another guy, Whoa! My arousal was a bit surprising to me because of my puritan-like attitudes. Could Janice's sexual romp with another guy really help me too?

She went on to point out that sex and love are two separate things, and that we should understand and accept that. There was no chance of her falling for this guy; she merely wanted to satisfy a physical desire and a curiosity. Besides that, she said that if the situation were reversed, she would be only too happy to accommodate my request, just to please me. She said that she was very secure in our marriage and thought that I was too. If I really was as secure as she, I should not have a problem with her request.

I told her that I appreciated her honesty and that I needed some time to think about it. This was a heavy load to drop on me all of a sudden. She asked that I not take too long since Mike will only be in town for a day or two more. 'That took nerve,' I thought. 'Asking me to give my permission, then giving me a sense of urgency.' Anyway, I told her that I would let her know in the morning. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

I didn't sleep much that night. If I truly loved her, I would honor her request and allow her to enjoy herself. But then again, if she truly loved me, she wouldn't even want to do something like this. Would she?

I had to address the issue of the separation of love and sex. Is there truly a separation between the two in a marriage? People have one night stands all the time - obviously no love there. Am I really that much of a prude? I don't want to be. The more I thought about the idea of my wife sleeping with another man, the more confused and aroused I got. Why was I getting aroused?

Since I couldn't sleep and was very erect by that time, I reached over to Janice. She couldn't sleep either. As I caressed her, we kissed passionately. I quickly placed my hand on her crotch and found that she was very wet. It seems that she was still aroused over the thought of having sex with Mike. It usually takes much longer for me to get her that wet.

We made love more passionately and with more vigor that night than we had in years. It was becoming apparent that Janice might be right about something like this being a needed stimulant for our sex lives.

I got very little sleep that night. I was jealous because Mike had gotten her aroused much easier that I could. I was jealous that she wanted him for sex when she had me. When I thought about the few times that two of the attractive women at work had flirted with me, I began to understand Janice's feelings. The sexual innuendoes that were exchanged had definitely gotten me aroused. I enjoyed their flirting very much; it was an ego boost. Very much like Mike's flirting had been a boost for Janice. Unlike Janice, though, I didn't seriously consider having sex with either of them, although the thought did cross my mind. In fact, if I had gotten to the point where I wanted to have sex with them, I probably wouldn't have told Janice about it.

I made up my mind.

I nudged her to see if she was still awake. She was. I said that I would accept her request, but only on certain conditions. I told her that she had to tell me when she was going to meet Mike and that she had to reveal every detail of their encounter to me afterwards. I told her that having sex with Mike would probably spice up her sex life, but for it to do any good for me, she had to tell me all. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and said OK.

The next day at work wasn't very productive. I could think of nothing else but Janice and Mike. She called just before lunch and told me that she had called Mike and they agreed to meet at 3:30 PM at his hotel. She said that he was really shocked, but excited to hear from her. She became more aroused by his reaction. It was very satisfying to her that an attractive man was so obviously excited by her. His excitement didn't surprise me; I would have felt the same way if I were in his place. She said that she would have dinner started and asked me to look after it if she wasn't home by the time I got there. 

I was able to put Janice and Mike out of my mind for a few hours. Long enough to get some work done, but when 3:30 came, all I could think of was Janice and Mike rolling around in bed. I spent the afternoon wondering just what they were doing; oral, anal, etc. Janice had never performed oral sex on me, not to completion anyway. She had said that she just couldn't do it. I would have liked very much for her to do it, but I'm not a very forceful person and respected her wishes with the hopes that she would someday change her mind. I performed oral sex on her often and she loved it. We have never performed anal, either. This was by mutual agreement. Would she do these things with Mike?

I got home about 5:30 PM and Janice wasn't there. She had taken the kids to the baby sitter's house before she left. I had decided not to get them until she returned, I wanted to hear all of the sordid details. She must have been having a good time. Again I got aroused just thinking about it.

Janice arrived home short time later. I couldn't wait to start asking questions; I quizzed her unmercifully. "How did it go? Did you enjoy it? What did you do?" I think the answers to some of my questions were in the look on her face. She had a smile on her lips and a glow about her. She obviously enjoyed her afternoon delight.

She told me to hold on, she would tell me everything as soon as she tended to the still-cooking dinner. I followed her into the kitchen and she proceeded to tell me that she had had a great time - not what I wanted to hear at all. She said that he was a very good lover and that they both had had three orgasms over the course of the 2 hours they spent together. He came three times! I've never cum three times with Janice.

"What all did you do?" I asked excitedly.

"We did just about everything."

I didn't know what that meant, so I asked her to fill in the details.

She began, "Mike had given me his room number, so when I got to the hotel, I went directly to his room. I was right on time, and when I knocked, he answered quickly. He was obviously as anxious as I was, as we immediately embraced and kissed passionately. We were both so excited that we couldn't undress one another fast enough. He removed my blouse and bra and I unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He then undid my skirt and got down on his knees and pulled my panties down. While in that position, he lapped my wet and wild honey pot with his tongue."

"It wasn't easy for him to get at my pussy with me standing and my panties around my ankles. I couldn't spread my legs to give his tongue better access. He was still able to lick me and I moaned with delight as his tongue probed my pubic area. He removed my panties completely and led me to the bed. He proceeded to really do a number on me orally and I was very vocal in expressing my pleasure. When he sensed that I was about ready to climax, he got up and started to undo his pants. I got up and knelt in front of him, and finished unzipping his pants for him. I couldn't help but notice the big bulge in his jockey shorts. I quickly removed his pants and underwear and took a good, close look at a very hard, erect cock. I didn't remember it being quite that big, but it looked so beautiful to me at that point; so hard, so erect, so masculine. I kissed the head and lapped it a few times with my tongue and it was he who moaned with delight this time. I started to get up, but he placed both hands on my head and guided my mouth back to the head of his love rod. I tried to resist, but his grip was firm and forceful. I felt like I had no choice, so I opened my lips and took it into my mouth. He proceeded to move my head back and forth with his hands in unison with his hip thrusts. It only took a couple of minutes before he exploded in my mouth. I saw it coming and started to pull away, but his grip on my head was firm. Again, I didn't put up much resistance. He moaned and grunted as he shot surge after surge into my mouth."

"When he finished, I wanted to spit the cum out of my mouth, but Mike told me to swallow it, so I did with only a slight hesitation. I was playing with myself while Mike was manipulating my head and I climaxed just as I swallowed his cum. The combination of the clitoral stimulation and Mike's orgasm was too much. The cum actually tasted good and the experience wasn't at all like that night at lovers lane. I can't wait to taste your cum." She smiled and licked her chops.

I got even more aroused at her disclosure. However, I was somewhat angry and hurt because she had done for him what she had said she wouldn't do for me. But I was even more curious about the lovers lane incident. She had originally told me that she had given him a hand job. So I asked her to explain.

"I haven't been completely honest with you. He did a similar thing back then by moving my head to his cock. When he shot his load into my unexpecting mouth, I was so shocked, and it felt so gooey that I immediately spit it out on the seat of the car, hence the big mess. It wasn't a good experience for me and I vowed that I would never do that again. In fact, it was a big reason why we broke up soon afterward. It was also the reason that I haven't been able to do it for you." 

I then realized that she was fully aware of what was going to take place before she went to meet him, which is why he didn't need to be too forceful with her head. When I asked her, she said, "Yes, I was indeed aware of this and was actually looking forward to it."

I couldn't believe she said that. She wouldn't do it for me, but some other guy? What was I to think?

She went on to explain, "I've been tempted in recent years to do the same for you, but I didn't have the nerve to initiate it and if you had just moved my head down to your cock, as Mike did, I would have done it, gladly. I've been anxious to find out for myself whether it was as good as the girls had been telling me it was."

"Obviously the girls talk about more than just where they are going to spend the next buck."

"They talk about men and sex all the time. The other girls had all tasted cum and had been encouraging me to do the same. I was ready. All I needed was some encouragement."

I wish I had known!

I had gotten very aroused at that point, and anxiously awaited my opportunity to make her feel even more like a complete woman by spurting my cum into her mouth. But first, I wanted the rest of the details.

"Mike and I made our way to the bed and I noticed that some cum was seeping out of the end of his cock, so I bent over and licked it off. He enjoyed that. I started playing with his testicles and rimming my finger around his anus. He seemed to enjoy that too and got aroused again very quickly. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it. He then slowly and methodically rimmed his tongue around it. He did the same to the other. He then rolled me over and started with his tongue on the back of my neck. He slowly worked his way down to the crack of my ass. I was getting more and more excited by the inch and started fondling my own breasts. When he reached my anus, I let out a squeal and could really feel my juices flowing again. He probed his tongue around the rim and occasionally into my hole. I loved it. It seemed like this was going on for a long time. He then got me up on my knees and probed his tongue into the very wet pulsating essence of my womanhood. I climaxed almost immediately. It was a violent one. Mike was very pleased with himself."

"At that point I was exhausted, and just wanted to lay back for a few minutes, but Mike had other ideas. He moved his hard cock into position and shoved it into my love hole. He pumped his hips up against my cheeks while holding on to my hips with both hands. He soon started to pant like he was ready to climax again. He withdrew his cock, rolled me over on my back and shot his load onto my chest and breasts. I got aroused again myself when I had a good close-up look at the spurting cum erupting out of the end of his cock and onto my breasts. How exciting that was for me. This load didn't seem as big as the one I had taken in my mouth, but I had enough cum on my chest to scrape a gob of it up with my finger, lick and swallow it. Ummm Good, I told him. The rest I spread over my breasts, working it into my skin like a fine skin lotion. I then reached out and grabbed his cock and pulled him gently until it was within reach of my tongue. I licked the remaining drops off the head once again. We both lay back, rested up and spent a good deal of time talking about our families. Hearing how Mike talked about his wife and kids with a great deal of love and respect got me excited again. I just love good family men."

'What kind of good family man goes around screwing other women?' I thought to myself.

Janice continued, "As I got more and more aroused, I leaned over and began licking and biting his nipples. I worked my way down to his limp cock and took it briefly into my mouth. It started to rise and I giggled. I positioned myself between his legs and moved my tongue off onto his testicles and began licking and gumming them. He loved it. I then had him roll over and stick his ass up in the air. I proceeded to move my tongue to his anus. I did as he had done unto me and rimmed it and occasionally probed my tongue into his hole. He moaned with delight. I moved off his anus and started on his testicles again. He loved every lick. He was as hard as a steel rod again. I was enjoying my effect on him and was getting pretty wet again myself. I rolled him over and got astride him. I guided his cock into my wet pussy and started to ride him, first with my cheeks toward his face, then facing him. It took him a little while longer to climax this time, but climax he did."

"I hadn't reached a climax this time and he knew it. He reached down and put his hands on my hips and pulled me up until my wet, cum dripping love hole was right in his face. The dripping cum didn't bother him a bit. He probed long and deep with his tongue. He flicked my clit, first up and down, then back and forth. I came very quickly. I was amazed, and further aroused, that he didn't hesitate to taste his own cum in order to please me."

I had gotten aroused very quickly when she started revealing the details, but by the time she finished I almost had a hole burned into the front of my pants by my hard, hot love muscle. She noticed this and reached down and fondled me.

"I'm ready for you now," she said, "as soon as the kids are in bed."




Permission A: Afternoon Delight



That night we proceeded to follow the script she and Mike had written. I don't know how, but Janice was as energetic and eager to please as she had ever been. It was the most enjoyable sex experience that I had ever had. Janice was right. Her liaison with Mike sure did improve our sex lives - at least for the time being.

Even though the sex was better than it had ever been, I just couldn't quite accept Janice's sexual desire for another man.

Before we fell asleep, she leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and said "By the way, Mike said that he comes to town on business for a few days every month."

To Be Continued...

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Any and all comments are appreciated.



Permission B: My Turn



WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!

(c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved

A special and very sincere THANKS to 'Sweet Thang' for her expert editorial assistance on this story.

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Prelude:

In the first part of this story, I had reluctantly given my wife, Janice, permission to have sex with an old high school classmate of hers. I had hoped it would put some excitement into our sex lives. It did at first, but read on.

My Turn:

It had been four months since Janice had had her initial sexual encounter with Mike. He had been back in town three times since, and each time Janice had spent more time with him at his hotel, she even stayed overnight the third time. Each time she seemed to have enjoyed it more than the last.

The second meeting lasted twice as long as the first and she returned even more radiant. I asked her what they did and she sort of brushed me off by saying, "You know, about the same as the first time." She didn't want to talk about it any further. We didn't even have sex as we did the first time. I was a little turned on because of the thought of her having sex with another man, but it was not nearly as intense as the first time. Then, when she brushed me off, I lost all thoughts of fucking her. I thought she might expect, or want, to have sex with me, but instead she said she was very tired and needed to get some sleep.

We still had sex on occasion, but it had gotten to the point where she seemed to be going through the motions. It was always at my urging, she never initiated it. She also came up with more headaches than ever before, but not on the days that she saw Mike.

Janice's extra-marital sex had not had the desired effect. Not only was our sex life unimproved by her dalliances, it was definitely much worse than it was before Mike entered the picture. I no longer found this situation exciting or erotic. I was much more hurt than I thought possible. Each time that she informed me when she was going, I cringed at her anticipatory excitement. I no longer asked her for the details when she returned, and she didn't volunteer any information.

I was really hurting. I was jealous. I felt like I had lost her. She was still a good wife and mother, but she was not interested in me as a sex partner. She very definitely preferred Mike to me in bed. It was a tremendous blow to my ego. I got to the point where I couldn't take it any more. Our marriage was in serious jeopardy.

I finally sat her down for a discussion one evening after the kids were in bed. I needed to know where I stood and where she thought our marriage was headed. I didn't pull any punches. "You must be aware that you're putting a serious strain on our marriage. It's so obvious that you prefer sex with Mike over me. Could you please try to explain why you're doing this?" I blurted out.

Janice was not at all surprised. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you absolutely sure you want me to answer that question?"

"Of course I do."

"You know that I won't lie. I'll just tell you what I feel."

"That's what I'm asking for, an honest answer."

"OK, here goes. Even though I knew that you'd be asking this question sooner or later, it doesn't make it any easier to answer. I know that I've already hurt you deeply, so, hopefully, what I am about to say won't make it any worse. First let me say that you and Mike are total opposites. You're a handsome guy and a wonderful person. You aren't the least bit egotistical. Mike is overly fond of himself. He's an egotistical bore, and even though he's attractive, he's not what you can consider handsome. I don't really like him as a person. Therefore, I could never love him. What I have with him is purely sex - lust if you will."

She paused, then went on, "You, I love very much. However, sex with you has become unimaginative, sort of mundane. You've always treated me as an equal, which is the way I want to be treated as a person. However, I seem to have had a deep-seated desire to be somewhat submissive in sex. You've never been very forceful. Mike is just the opposite. There is no question that he's in control of our love-making, and I find that I like it that way. Mike has forced me to let my hair down and be totally uninhibited. I had not realized how sexually inhibited I really was, until I started seeing him."

She paused again, then went on, "I still love you very much and I'm scared stiff that our marriage is in jeopardy. I don't want us to split up. I need you as a husband, friend, father, and provider. You're great in those roles. However, I also need the sexual release that Mike provides. I'm caught in between. I know that I've not been myself lately. It's because of my guilt. I feel tremendously guilty about the situation with Mike, but I just can't seem to help myself. I have sexual needs that you've been unable to satisfy, and Mike does. It's not really your fault."

Another pause, then, "Prior to our last meeting, I had made up my mind to not see him any more because of what it was doing to you and our marriage. When he called, the animal in me surfaced, I got so aroused and excited that I just couldn't resist."

I sat there in silence for several minutes, absorbing what Janice had just said. It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but of course she did warn me. As much as I dreaded her words, I had to admire her complete honesty. At least that was still in tact between us.

Janice had tears in her eyes. I could now see the torment, the conflict that she was experiencing. However, it did nothing to soothe my feelings. "I did love you very deeply, but I can't continue to live like this for very much longer. It's impossible for you to love me as you say you do and continue to hurt me. You're behaving like a slut. I don't think I can live with that. If you really are a slut, you probably can't help yourself and our marriage is over. If you're not, you'll control your lust and stop seeing Mike."

She was visibly shaken with my assessment of her behavior. She thought for a moment, decided not to respond, got up and started to walk away.

I managed to catch her by the arm and told her, "Before you leave, I have a few more things to say."

She stopped, turned around, and prepared to hear me out.

"You're apparently confusing love with comfort. You find life with me comfortable and you're afraid of losing that comfort. I now must question my love for you, since you obviously don't love me the way I want you to. Love isn't a one way street. Since you're mainly interested in satisfying your own lust, I'll try to find another partner to satisfy mine."

She looked a bit shocked and tears started to form again. "I'll take no immediate action to break up our marriage, but if I do find someone else who satisfies all of my sexual and emotional needs, I'll probably be seeking a divorce."

She sobbed freely with that bit of news. I let go of her hand and she left the room.

I don't know what she expected from me. I wish that I had known that she didn't want to be treated as an equal in bed. Is it too late now?

The next time Mike was in town, Janice tried to keep their meeting a secret. She told me nothing ahead of time, but when she didn't come home until the next morning, there wasn't much doubt about where she had been. She had said that she just couldn't help herself.

I was having a great deal of difficulty trying to sort things out in my mind. The solutions to our problems weren't coming to me. I was very close to calling our marriage off. One part of me wanted to throw her out on her ass, another part remembered all of the good times we've had together. I had told her that I would take no immediate action to break up our marriage, and I didn't.

I turned my attentions to my boss' secretary, Mary Beth, instead. I needed to find some relief for my sexual desires, and needs. Mary Beth had been flirting with me for some time, and I started flirting more intensely with her in return. She was very attractive and about the same age, but not quite as pretty, as Janice. Her breasts were of moderate size, but she did have a cute, jiggly little ass. I had often admired her ass as she walked away from me. She had been divorced and lived by herself in an apartment across town.

She had gotten into the habit of stopping by my office almost every Friday afternoon to invite me to join she and a few other colleagues for 'Happy Hour' at the local watering establishment. Her face lit up when I finally accepted the invitation. She was genuinely surprised and excited that I was finally going to loosen up a bit. 'I think she wants my body,' I thought to myself as I stared at her cute little ass as she was leaving. She came back about thirty minutes later and suggested that we go to the 'Steak and Ale' across town, near where she lives. "If I have too much to drink, I can always walk home," she explained. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get laid that night.

I phoned Janice and told her of my intentions. I really didn't ask for her permission. I just told her what I had hoped would happen with Mary Beth. She seemed very surprised and maybe even a little jealous. She was very short with me. I told her that if things went as well as I expected, I would be with Mary Beth a long time. She hung up abruptly, then called back ten minutes later. "The same rules apply to you as do me," she said. I asked her what she meant, after all I did inform her ahead of time. "I want to hear all the details," she responded. I agreed and she hung up, still a bit miffed.

Mary Beth was even more anxious than I thought. She got to the bar first and found us a nice booth in a dark corner. As soon as we finished our first drink, she kicked off her shoes and placed her right foot high up on my thigh. When I smiled, that encouraged her to move it on up to my crotch. Now I was pretty hard because of the anticipation of getting laid and got even harder when she put her foot on my leg. She felt the bulge and smiled seductively. "I see that you're ready for more than drinks and conversation," she said.

"You're damn right I am," I replied with a leer on my face.

"What are we waiting for. I live just around the corner." She got up and left, I quickly paid the tab and followed her.

As soon as we entered her apartment, she went to the stereo and put on some soft romantic music. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to do the same," she said as she left the room. I did so and waited only a few minutes.

She came out wearing only a sexy, see-through negligee, nothing underneath. It was barely long enough to cover her bush. I could see that her nipples were hard and erect. She stepped over to me and asked, "You like?"

"Definitely," I drooled. She reached her hand out to me and pulled me out of my seat to a standing position. She then proceeded to unbutton and remove my shirt. My pants were next. She got down on her knees for the final unveiling. She pulled my jockey shorts down very slowly and actually flinched a little when my rock hard six inches sprang out toward her face. "That's sooo masculine. It's been a long time since I've seen one of those. I just adore it," she said in all sincerity. I certainly ate that up. It was an ego boost that I sorely needed. She then kissed the head and started to lick it. I moaned with obvious pleasure. She then took it into her mouth and gave me the greatest blow-job of my life.

She took the full length in her mouth with ease. I had never been deep-throated before. She proceeded to move her head back and forth over the full length of my cock for only a few minutes. "I'm going to cum," I moaned. She didn't pull it out as I had expected, but tightened her lips around it and pumped her head even more furiously. I shot my full load into her mouth and she swallowed every drop.

When she was sure that she had gotten it all, she looked up at my gleaming face. "I hope you liked that. I've never done that before," she said with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

"It was great. I've never experienced anything that good," I replied. Before I could question her about not having done that before, she got up and pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I could taste the remnants of my salty cum. I then took hold of her negligee and pulled it up over her head and off. She looked stunning. Her tits were not very big, but were exquisitely shaped, and her nipples were so erect. She had a small, dark, v-shaped patch of pubic hair. I was in awe of her naked beauty.

She waited a few minutes for me to take in the sights, took hold of my hands and led me to the couch. She laid back and gently pulled my head down to her right breast. After licking and sucking both tits for a short time, she again moved my head. This time it was down to her crotch. I was anxious to get there myself, but she apparently was even more anxious. She moaned a bit while I suckled her nipples, but when I lapped her pussy, she really moaned with sensual pleasure. I love eating pussy and have done so to Janice and to a few other girls that I had known before Janice. They all enjoyed my tongue, but Mary Beth was much more expressive of her passionate enjoyment. I loved it and it was obvious that she did too. It didn't take her long to be seized with a violent orgasm. While she was still quivering, she moved my head back away from her super-sensitive clit. When the orgasm subsided, she lay back and closed her eyes.

The fact that I had just eaten a beautiful pussy and she had gotten a great deal of pleasure out of it made me hard again. I waited for her to catch her breath, then moved up and positioned my cock in front of her sopping wet pussy. She spread her legs even further to give me better access. I pushed it in with ease. She was tight, but so wet that I slid in with no resistance. I began with slow rhythmic movement and she began moving her hips to meet my thrusts. We progressively moved faster and faster in perfect rhythm. She came first and I followed shortly after. It was the first time in many years that I had two orgasms in one love-making session.

I went limp and I pulled it out of her and moved up to position myself next to her. I leaned over and kissed her affectionately. She responded. "All I can say is Wow! You're fantastic," I told her.

"That goes double for me," she said with a big smile on her face.

"How did you come to be so good at giving head if you've never done it before," I asked.

"Bananas," she said with a chuckle. "My ex-husband was the only other man that I've ever had sex with. He always wanted me to give him head, but I just couldn't do it. I got as far as putting his cock in my mouth a few times, but immediately took it back out. I knew that if I ever found another man that I wanted to have sex with, I'd probably have to give him head. I felt that it would be to my benefit to know how to do it well. I practiced on bananas and even got pretty good at deep-throating them."


I can attest to the fact that her practice made for a perfectly good time for me.

One thing that she had been very concerned about was the swallowing of cum. She had talked to several women at work and they all either really enjoyed it or, at the very least, were not a bit repulsed by it. She was skeptical about it anyway, but she was determined to give it a go. "Yours did taste good. I'll have no qualms about giving you a blow-job anytime you want, and even some times when I want," she said. "I really enjoyed doing that, you know." She was very sincere and I believed her. "Did you enjoy eating me?" she asked.

"Absolutely! I was in another world when my tongue was buried in your pussy lips, lapping up your juices and pleasuring you." She smiled and pulled me closer to her.

She told me that I was the only man that she had met since her divorce that had aroused her sexual interest. She said that she knew several months ago that I was the one that she wanted to have her first post-divorce sexual encounter with. However, she didn't start flirting, seriously anyway, until after I had told her about Janice's escapades with Mike. She said that she knew that she couldn't have me permanently, but she hoped that we could get together periodically for sex and conversation. She wanted me to be both her lover and her friend. "You have great buns. I really get turned on when you walk down the aisle at work," she said.

"If you think that I've got a nice ass, yours is fantastic. I've never seen a nicer one, and those tits! They probably aren't as big as you would like, but I think that they're perfect in every way. Your pussy is deliciously succulent. You've got a great body and can have almost any man that you want." She hugged me even tighter, obviously pleased at my admiration and sincerity.

We both began to get aroused again. This time she moved me off the couch and turned over on her stomach. She stuck that great ass up in the air and invited me in. I was instantly hard as a rock and slipped it into her wet pussy with ease. We fucked like animals and both came again. "This is the first time I've ever cum three times!" I exclaimed. She smiled and said that maybe we can try to extend that record later.

With that, we hit the sack. She woke me up in the middle of the night with her mouth totally engulfing my cock. I told her to get her sweet little pussy up over my face and we sixty-nined until we both came again.

We fell back asleep and went at it again in the morning. I came twice more. "Let's do this again next Friday," I suggested.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She replied with a big grin on her face.

I got home about eleven that morning. Janice was more than a bit miffed. She said that I should have called if I were going to stay over. She said that she was worried that something may have happened to me. I reminded her that she has never called me when she stayed over and that I didn't state that specifically when I called to tell her about my plans, but I did imply it. She shouldn't have been concerned. "By the way, something did happen to me, but I survived it unscathed," I added with a smile. She turned and left in a huff.

When both kids were outside playing, she came over to me and asked to hear all of the sordid details. I gave a blow by blow description of my encounter with Mary Beth. It didn't arouse her in the least. In fact, she got even more peeved and hardly spoke to me for the remainder of the day, and then only when she needed something.

Apparently she didn't like the idea of me having sex with another woman. Or maybe my obvious enjoyment was what really bothered her. I needed to know if a double standard was being applied here, but chose to wait for another time to ask.

I hadn't realized it until I described the events to Janice, but Mary Beth was in control of our love-making. She directed the whole thing! Janice was right, I am a wimp! I decided then and there that I had to try and take control with Mary Beth. If it worked out, maybe I could try it with Janice, too.

The next day we sat down to talk at Janice's insistence. "Where is this thing with Mary Beth was going?"

"Since your second meeting with Mike, my sex life has gone decidedly down hill. It's much worse than it was before. Therefore, your sex-capades have not had the desired effect. You're getting your sexual satisfaction from Mike, while I'm getting nothing from you. I needed a Mary Beth to come along, and come along she did. If you're having trouble accepting that fact, too bad. You started this thing and I'm not about to end it. I plan on spending every Friday with Mary Beth until she and I decide that we've had enough. You can go on seeing Mike as long as you like. I'll get my satisfaction and pleasure from Mary Beth and you can get yours from Mike."




Permission B: My Turn



She immediately began to sob profusely. "This is not the way it was supposed to turn out," she wailed. "I want to go back to the way we were before."

'It's a little late now,' I thought to myself.

To Be Continued...

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Permission C: Revenge



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Prelude:

In the first part of this story, I had reluctantly given my wife, Janice, permission to have sex with an old high school classmate of hers, Mike. I had hoped it would put some excitement into our sex lives. It did at first.

In the second part, my sex life with Janice had gotten worse, not better, as a result of her sexual encounters with Mike. I decided to find myself another sex partner, a co-worker named Mary Beth.

Revenge:

It had been two months since Mary Beth and I began our fantastic sexual get-togethers. We were still going strong and I had succeeded in taking control of our bedroom activities. She put up some resistance at first, but soon began to enjoy it.

We had discussed out sexual fantasies and had done our best to fulfill each other's. In the process we had tried just about everything that two people of the opposite sex can do to another.

While I was still enjoying my trysts with Mary Beth, Janice was not. She was increasingly moody and aloof. She never seemed happy. Not only that, but after the last two times with Mike, I sensed that things were not going well with them. She was not as glowing and seemingly satisfied as she had been. In fact, after the last time, she was visibly upset. She said nothing to me when she got home, and I didn't ask. 'She has her sex life and I have mine,' I thought.

The next evening when the kids were in bed, she came to me and said that she wasn't going to see Mike anymore. I asked why, but she wouldn't tell me. Then the tears came to her eyes. I put my arms around her, comforted her and asked her to tell me all about it. She calmed down, but still refused to tell me anything.

"Something's bothering you, please tell me about it. It'll do you good to vent."

She sobbed harder at that but when she calmed down again she said, "OK, but you won't like it. Promise you won't hate me."

"I won't hate you. Please. You need to get it off your chest."

She hesitated, and then slowly proceeded to tell me that Mike had asked her several times if she would *entertain* some of his potential customers. She knew he meant for her to have sex with them. He told her it would be to help him close a deal. She thought it was a joke at first, but when he persisted she steadfastly refused. She couldn't help but think what I had said about her being a slut. Mike apparently thought of her as a slut, too.

Last month he became very upset and verbally abusive when she wouldn't change her mind. At that point she had made up her mind not to see him again, but since I had begun seeing Mary Beth, she felt left out, and decided to give Mike one more chance.

This time, unknown to her, Mike had two of his customers hidden in the bathroom when she arrived. She and Mike proceeded to do their thing, with the two men watching. She was on her knees on the bed giving Mike a blow-job and her ass was sticking up in the air pointing directly at the bathroom, giving the hiding visitors quite a view. She soon found out why Mike had positioned her in that manner. One of the men quietly approached her from the rear and slammed his hard cock into her pussy without warning, which was easy to do since her ass was stuck way up in the air and she was very wet. It happened so quickly that she couldn't stop it.

She tried to get away from him, but Mike and the third man, who had made his way out of the bathroom, held her firm. She proceeded to tell me that all three of them had their way with her.

"Are you trying to tell me that you were raped and gang banged by three men?"

"Yes," she said feebly.

I was beside myself with anger. I focused that anger on Mike and his cohorts. I told her that we needed to take this information to the police and press charges against Mike.

She pleaded with me not to do so. "I was so angry and hurt that I wanted to do the same thing. After I calmed down and thought about it, I decided that it could do us more harm than good. It would be extremely embarrassing and would surely cause a scandal." She went on to assure me that she was not physically harmed in any way other than the bruises on her arms where they held her and the soreness in her ass hole and pussy. She showed me the bruises.

"How horrible it must have been for you! I completely understand why you're so upset. I won't do anything, unless you change your mind."

"Would you recognize these men if you saw them again?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I got a good look at them while they were holding me down," she responded. "I just don't know what I'll do if I run into them. This is a small town," she sobbed again.

After a short while, Janice calmed down and started again, "Our marriage is very tenuous right now. I want to try to begin the repair process by being completely honest with you. It wasn't as horrible as you might think."

She paused a long time, then continued, "This is very difficult for me and I'm praying that you will understand. Please don't get angry, but I feel that I just have to tell you."

"Tell me what?" I asked, confused.

"I got very aroused while this was going on. I was scared and very angry at first, but as they continued to pound their cocks into me, I began to get aroused. I couldn't believe that as I was being raped, I was getting a great deal of sensual pleasure out of it."

"While the first guy was pounding my pussy from the rear, the other guy was trying to stick his cock into my mouth. At first I refused to suck it. I was determined to fight them and the pleasure that I had begun to feel. I fought it as hard as I could, I even started to cry because I felt myself losing the battle with myself. After five or ten minutes of the cock pounding in and out of my pussy, my body took complete control over my mind. I could think of nothing but sucking on cock, any cock. When he stuck it in my face the next time, I took it and started sucking on it with vigor. I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life when one guy came into my mouth at the same time as the other one came into my pussy. It was an incredible feeling."

"When they recovered, they had me suck them until they were hard again. Then they positioned me such that I was sitting on Mike with his cock in my pussy. The second guy had me bend over and he shoved his cock into my asshole. It hurt at first, but he went slowly and I finally got used to it. The first guy then stuck his cock into my mouth. I took it willingly. When they started fucking my pussy, my asshole, and my mouth, I was in ecstasy all over again. They soon got their rhythm going and I came over and over again. I just couldn't help it."

"When they were finally finished with me, they all gloated over the fact that they were able to get me to cum so violently. After they finished gloating, they all got dressed and left me alone. I was so humiliated, so disgusted with myself, that I just couldn't move. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Then I thought about you and the kids. That's what gave me the strength to go on. I finally took a shower, got dressed and left. There was no way that I could face you in my state of mind, so I took a room in another motel and spent the night there. I didn't sleep much, I spent most of the night crying and harboring my hatred for Mike and his two friends. I finally decided that there wasn't much I could do about it without humiliating myself further and involving you and the kids. I still hate them for what they did to me, but I need to move on."

"You might be wondering about whether I would ever do anything like that again. The answer is an emphatic NO! Even though I did get sexual pleasure out of it, the humiliation and disgust that I felt, and still feel, far out weigh any of the sexual pleasure."

"I can understand if you hate me or find me disgusting. I wouldn't oppose you if you wanted a divorce. It's not what I want, but I'll accept it and go along with anything you decide. What I'm sorry most about is that it took something like this to make me realize how abominable my behavior has been these past several months. I'm throwing myself at your mercy and praying that you'll somehow find it in your heart to forgive me."

I was in shock, I thought about her story for a long time before I said, "I'm stunned at what happened to you, but not repulsed by your actions. I don't think you did anything wrong! You were forced into something that you didn't want, but because of the sexual stimulation, you found yourself getting pleasure from it. The fact that you enjoyed what was happening to you doesn't change the fact that you were raped. They forced themselves on you. They need to be punished for that."

I just couldn't let this event go. I was so angry with the three men involved that I felt that I had to do something. "Do you think Mike will call you again next month?"

"I don't know for sure, but he's arrogant enough to think that since I had gotten so turned on and had several orgasms, that I would want more of the same."

"If he calls, agree to meet him only if he'll be there alone. You and I will go together."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Give him some of his own medicine."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to find a way to humiliate him. I don't know how just yet, but I'll come up with something."

Janice had told me that Mike was about 5' 10" and had a slight build. I'm 6' 3" and weigh just over 200 LBS. I worked out regularly and stayed in pretty good shape. I didn't think that I would have any problem overpowering Mike.

Mike did call the next month and Janice convinced him to be there alone.

I gathered the things that I felt I would need and left for the hotel about an hour before Janice was supposed to get there. I watched his room to make sure that he would be alone when Janice arrived. I saw only one man, whom I presumed to be Mike, enter the room about 30 minutes before the appointed time.

Janice arrived, we went up to the door together and she knocked. When Mike opened the door, I kicked it open further, and forced my way in. Before he had a chance to react, I hit him with a hard right to the mid-section. He was stunned. When he recovered a bit, he gasped, "Who in the hell are you?"

"Mike, I'd like you to meet my husband, Bill," Janice responded.

I saw fear in his eyes as he sized me up and saw the enraged look on my face.

"Hello Mike. It's a great pleasure to finally meet you. I'll bet you have no idea why I'm here. Do you?"

"N-no."

"Think back to last month, Mike. Janice told me about what happened. Can you guess now?"

He was really scared now. He looked at Janice, then back at me. "Um, I mean, uh. What are you talking about?"

"I'm here to give you some of your own medicine. You humiliated and degraded Janice, now it's your turn."

I calmly put on the cotton gloves that I had brought with me. I didn't want to leave any fingerprints. I approached Mike. He backed away as far as he could.

"Mike, we might be able to avoid some pain here, if you do as your told. However, I'm prepared to do whatever it takes. It'll be your choice."

His eyes opened even wider. He didn't appear to be a fighter.

"The first thing that you're going to do is give us the names and addresses of the other two men involved."

He hesitated and I hit him in the mid-section again. That got his attention. When he recovered, he went to his brief case, pulled out two business cards and handed them to me.

"The next thing that you're going to do is remove all of your clothes and get on your knees in front of Janice."

He slowly removed his clothes, moved over to where Janice was standing and got down on his knees.

"Now you're going to bow down to her and offer her your sincere apology for what you did to her last month."

He looked at me, then at Janice. He finally said that he was sorry, but in a very low tone.

"You can do better than that, Mike."

He tried again, this time louder.

"What do you think Janice, is that good enough? Does that completely make up for what he did to you?"

"No fucking way," she said emphatically.

"Now Mike, you heard her. I want you to kiss her feet and try again."

He did, and Janice offered the same answer to my question.

"Well, Mike. We seem to have a problem here. Janice is not satisfied with your apology. We'll have to try something else."

I told him to lie on the bed on his back. I then tied each of his hands and feet to the bed frame with the rope that I had brought with me. He offered no resistance. He was spread-eagle on the bed, unable to move.

I then took the string that I had also brought with me and wrapped about fifty turns tightly around his limp cock. I also wrapped a few turns around his balls.

I told Janice to remove her panties and position her pussy over Mike's face. She did, and began to rub it into his face. Soon he became aroused and yelled out in pain as he started to get an erection.

"OK, honey. This is why I asked you to drink plenty of coffee and not relieve yourself. Do him in the face."

She told him to open his mouth. When he didn't do so immediately, I yanked hard on the string attached to his cock. He yelled out in pain and finally opened his mouth. She then spread her pussy lips with her fingers and cut loose. She pissed a golden stream right onto his face and into his mouth. He sputtered and cussed, but his face and hair got totally drenched. He couldn't help but swallow some of it. I saw an evil smirk on Janice's face as she was pissing.

When she finished, we stuffed one of his dirty socks in his mouth and left him tied up. As we exited, we put the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign on the doorknob. He would be there for a long time before the maid discovered him.

As we got into our car, I looked at Janice and she had a mile-wide smile and satisfied look on her face. It was easy to tell that she was pleased with our revenge.

It took much more effort and planning, but we managed to humiliate the other two rapists in the very same way. We did them both in the same motel, one day apart and two weeks after Mike. Janice had called and set them up by enticing them with the promise of more sex. To say that they were a little surprised is understating it a bit.

The younger of the guys gave me a tough time. I had to hit him several more times than the others, but he finally succumbed. The fact that all of them were smaller than me made it a lot easier to pull off.

We were amused when we read the newspaper accounts. The police were puzzled as to why these three men were treated in such a vile and degrading manner. The police were also puzzled as to why none of the victims would press charges nor give them any information.

Janice felt vindicated, we both felt much better and turned our attention to getting our lives back to normal.

To Be Continued...

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