4 comments/ 67289 views/ 42 favorites Shift Work By: Upskirter69 Steve woke up to a bright new morning, the sun shining in through his curtains. Beside him in his bed was Isabella, his beautiful girlfriend. She often stayed over at his place. Steve still lived with his parents while he and Isabella saved up for a place of their own. They were engaged to be married, Steve 20 and Isabella 19, and Steve's parents were always very welcoming and happy to have Isabella under their roof. Isabella was a shy girl who perhaps didn't realise just how gorgeous she was. She often had men looking at her and her perfect slim body but she was reserved and Steve was her first proper boyfriend. They had been together for three years - almost childhood sweethearts - and Steve was the first guy she'd had sex with. Steve had really managed to open her up sexually. They had a great sex life. It was regular, erotic and fulfilling but sensuous more than filthy. They were not yet ready for any major experimentation. She woke to see Steve looking at her and put her arm around him across his chest. Being naked together that warm morning, Steve soon got an erection. They grinned at each other. Looking at the clock, they saw there was 20 minutes before Steve needed to get up and go out to his job. He often woke up earlier than he needed to, especially on a morning when his dad John had got back from the night shift he did in alternate weeks. His mom, Pam, was already up and out of the house for her job, starting early. And shortly after she had left, his dad would come him, closing the door, dropping his keys on the table, and going into his bedroom to catch up on sleep. He would usually stir Steve and Isabella at some point no matter how quiet he tried to be. But as young lovers they always wanted to make the most of the quiet time they had in bed together before Steve had to leave. As she was studying, Isabella had less of a rush in the morning. They knew when each other was ready for sex and were soon kissing and playing with each other. Isabella started rubbing Steve's cock up and down while he played with her pussy, rubbing her clit and then fingering the wet opening to her vagina. When they were both wet, Steve climbed on top of her in a 69. They loved each other's morning tastes and Isabella would often come from oral. With his skilful tongue flicking across her clit, she soon did. They hoped John was asleep by now, in the next room, because when she came Isabella wasn't very good at keeping quiet. After she had come, she liked a fuck, so Steve climbed off, moved around and then entered his big hard cock into her welcoming pussy. With time running out, there was no chance of a long slow fuck of the kind they both loved. Rather, Steve quickly built a rhythm, faster and faster, and before long unleashed his hot cum deep inside Isabella's pussy. He gave out a stifled groan as he came. The fuck was mainly for him. Isabella would have liked at least one more orgasm. But as Steve was soon to be out, he had to think of himself. He was a big comer and left her with a huge creampie. The hot, thick spunk slowly ran from her unshaven pussy and down between her ass cheeks as he withdrew his still hard and slimy cock. He squeezed out a last few drops from the end of his cock on to her dark hairy bush. After catching his breath, Steve jumped up, in the shower and out as soon as his could. Isabella snuggled down, trying to get a little more sleep, freshly fucked. Steve looked in the bedroom to say goodbye but could see she was already snoozing so drove off to his day at work. In the next room, John had been listening carefully to what was going on. When he came home from night shift, with Pam already gone, he would enjoy having his bed to himself. He would usually strip off and play with his cock. He had come to realise that his son and his girlfriend would often fuck in the morning. Some days they didn't wake up in time so he had started clattering around a bit to make sure he disturbed them. His regular morning wank was now usually aided by hearing Isabella getting fucked. Sometimes, John would stand naked next to the wall, listening to as much of the fuck as he could hear. When he heard Isabella come, it would often make him come too. John was a filthy old pervert. He had many times stolen a pair of Isabella's dirty panties and sniffed them while wanking. This morning, he was wanking but had not managed to jerk himself off. He was left feeling very horny and unfulfilled. When Steve was showering, John continued playing with himself but without coming. As Steve left the house, John's wank was ongoing. Feeling horny, and having perved over beautiful, young and vulnerable Isabella for so long, John was suddenly overcome with uncontrollable ideas of filth. Naked, he crept out of his room and walked the few steps to his son's, in whose bed the just-fucked Isabella was snoozing. In his walked, still rubbing his big hard cock. Almost at the side of the bed, Isabella opened her eyes in alarm. "John! What on Earth are you doing?" she cried out. "I can't bear hearing you two fucking any longer," he replied. "I need some of this action for myself." With that, he pulled back the sheet and put his face between her legs. "No!", cried Isabella. "Don't." John started licking her soiled pussy. It smelt of the sperm his son had shot into her pussy. He saw the white cream dribbling out and started licking it up. He swallowed the cum and then turned his attention to her clit. "No, please don't," she protested again. But as the old pervert licked more and more, her clit stood out from her hairy pussy. He could tell her filthy cunt was responding. Her whole body tensed up. She tried to get off the bed but he held her down. "Please stop it. I'm coming" said Isabella. She had seen John look at her for some time. Steve was the only man she had experienced sexually. John was mature and at times masterful. But she also got the impression he was like more of an animal than his son. He seemed filthy in what he said and did. He had a raw sexual energy that intrigued her. And yet she could never dream of experiencing her boyfriend's dad sexually for real. But now, he had taken control. Held down, there was nothing she could do. And his expert tongue seemed so much more skilled than Steve's. What's more, she saw he had a big hard cock when he entered the room: so much longer and fatter than Steve's. The sexual energy she had sensed was now fully manifest to her physically. Despite saying no, she felt herself losing control and starting to orgasm. Waves of pleasure swept through her dripping wet cunt as John licked it and then through her whole body. In her young, inexperienced life, as such a shy and reserved girl having been touched only by one man before, she had never known an orgasm as all-consuming as this. And with the tongue of John, the sperm of Steve and her own pussy juices, she felt the wettest she had ever been. When she had come, John picked her little ass up from the bed and turned her round. He stood her on all fours and got behind her. "What are you doing? Please, no!" Isabella pleaded. "You're a filthy slut!", responded John. "I hear you every morning getting fucked like a slut. And now I've seen how easily you come. You really want it. Admit it to yourself!" With that, he entered his huge cock into her tight little teen pussy. Without it being quite this wet, it's unlikely he would have succeeded. But he managed to squeeze it in and it felt magnificent to him after years of fucking Pam. He slid in slowly at first, savouring the gliding sensation. And Isabella gasped as she came to terms with having such a gigantic cock inside her. "No, no," she said under her breath, but this time with less conviction. He started picking up pace, then fucking her harder and harder. Her head was swimming. She knew it was wrong. She thought of Steve. What would he say? But her cunt was responding to this cock in a new and unexpected way. She felt herself starting to come again. She'd never orgasmed through penetration before. But it built and built, out of control. She shuddered as her orgasm was even more intense than the first John had given her. Her pussy gripped tight around his cock and milked it as she contracted. He felt himself coming. The sperm came up from his balls and through his cock and he let out a scream as he emptied inside her a huge load of his daddy cum. He pulled out and she collapsed down on the bed. She was now double creampied, fucked and abused. John left the room and she was alone. She felt ashamed. How could she tell Steve? She couldn't possibly? His dad had fucked her. Worse, she had come twice. John would tell that to Steve if she reported the incident. But she knew, most importantly of all, that it had been one of the best fucks she'd ever had. His cock was huge and had really pleasured her. And she had completely lost control of the situation to John. Probably she had wanted this for some time but could not admit it to herself. Now, the decision had been taken out of her hands. Was that why it had pleasured her so? OooooO Isabella spent the day trying to study at college but it was very hard to do so. How could she put the morning's events out of her mind? Steve called and she had to pretend everything was normal and alright. But when he asked if she was staying over again that night, she faltered. Could she stay again after what had happened? But wouldn't it look strange if she didn't? And then she might have to explain why. But she couldn't without revealing what would be a really shocking truth. She had fucked Steve's dad and he had made her come. She told Steve she would stay the night, of course, but was busy with her studies and would come late, knowing that John would have already left the house by the time she arrived. At least then she wouldn't have the embarrassment of facing him again. As they were both tired, Isabella and Steve went straight to sleep soon after she got there. Steve fancied sex but Isabella promised they could do it tomorrow morning, though she was rather hoping he would wake too late and have to rush to work instead. When John got back from his night shift, he again banged around a little too much and Steve stirred, as usual. Eagerly he woke Isabella, who immediately wondered if the events of yesterday were real. But Steve started making out straight away. With other things on his mind, his girlfriend was hardly in the mood but felt she simply had to go along with it and pretend everything was normal. In the next room, John had undressed and listened closely against the wall as Steve started fucking Isabella. He heard their gasps and the creaking bed. There was no mistaking it. He took his big old cock in his hand and started wanking, remembering Isabella's beautiful body. As Steve fucked her, Isabella's mind wandered. She suddenly caught herself thinking of John's big cock and wondering if he could hear what she was doing right now. Was he thinking of her? She recalled the masterful, assertive way he had forced her down and had his way, making her come so hard. Steve picked up the pace, fucking her cunt. She thought of John's big hard cock inside her. Suddenly, she felt her pussy contract as she had an almighty orgasm. Until then, Steve had only managed to make her come either through licking or wanking her clit. Now her pussy came hard on his cock. He was surprised but also very pleased and excited. He let himself go and came deep in her pussy, filling her up with hot, white sticky sperm. "Darling," Steve whispered. "I love you." Unable to admit she had just come thinking of his dad, Isabella replied somewhat unconvincingly, "I love you too, Steve." Steve hit the shower and was soon out the door. Isabella again felt ashamed. Yesterday she had no choice, as John forced himself upon her. Now, she herself had thought about him and it had made her orgasm. She had fucked with Steve but her mind was on John. She really must forget all this, she decided. She must remain devoted to Steve. But then the bedroom door opened again and John was there with his big hard cock in his hand. "No, please," protested Isabella. "We cannot do this again. Look, I didn't say anything to Steve, and I never will, but it cannot happen again, you must understand." "I'm not accepting that," replied John sharply. "I heard you coming. You were loud ... louder than usual. You wanted me to hear, didn't you? You wanted me to get excited. And you wanted me to come here and fuck you. Didn't you?" "No, John. I really didn't. Please, you've got to believe me." "I don't believe you," answered John. "You've had a young cock and now you need a bigger one. An older one. A more experienced one." With that, John pulled back the sheet and pulled Isabella's legs apart. Hot cream still oozed from her used pussy. "I will fuck that creampie," insisted John. With that, he got on top of Isabella and again thrust his cock into her well-lubed hole. He started fucking. "Oh you little slut," he murmured in a low, lustful voice. "You like to look all innocent, like a good girl, but really you want all the cock you can get." "No John, I don't. No daddy, please. Don't make me come again." "I say when you come and when you fuck me," answered John, sternly. With that, Isabella felt it again. Waves of pleasure started in her pussy but then spread, absorbing her whole body. "No," she whispered in a final protest, as she then bucked and writhed on John's skilful fucking cock. She lost control and screamed in pleasure. It felt too much for her. John took out his cock, coated in her pussy juices and his son's cum, moved up and held it in front of her face. "Suck it," he commanded. Obediently, Isabella took his big cock in her mouth, her tongue running over the big exposed head, enjoying every moment. She had given Steve head many times but only for his pleasure; not for her own. But now, she was filled with uncontrolled lust and licked and sucked with total abandon. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. John started moving gently back and forth, face fucking her ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm going to come, you little slut," he announced. Isabella rubbed her clit furiously and felt herself tipping over the edge again. When she did, so did John. He pulled out his cock and ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. As Isabella enjoyed the orgasm spreading, John started to shoot his hot cum in strings all over her face. With her mouth wide and tongue stuck out, he made sure to direct some there. She had never let Steve come in her mouth, but now she wanted as much of John's seed there as possible: to taste it on her tongue and enjoy playing with it between her lips. With many spurts, her face was completely messed up. She wiped it with her hand and placed it in her mouth, swallowing it down and savouring it. Only gradually did she come to her senses and regain her composure. OooooO More shame came over Isabella. It was so clear to her that what she had done was wrong. But she also felt she'd been forced: forced to have sex and forced to orgasm. She had tried stopping John at every stage but she also knew deep down that her physical lust had overtaken her. She had given in to her carnal instincts. Would it happen again? She couldn't have it as a regular occurrence, surely. And yet it had happened two mornings in a row. If she stayed over again, it would surely happen more. John now seemed to expect it as his right? Should she still be with Steve in these circumstances when she was now lover to his dad? Perhaps she should break up with him. Could she really love Steve if her sexual thoughts were turned to another man, one more powerful and with a bigger dick? She spent much of the next day thinking whether to break up with Steve. It seemed the best way to get out of a tricky situation. And yet they had been so good together, planning to marry, happy in each other's company. With his father, it was simply lust that had been indulged. There was no meaningful relationship there, except as a possible father. Steve brought her home again that evening, before John had gone on his night shift. Pam, Steve, John and Isabella chatted as he readied himself for another night away. "Anything interesting on at work tonight, John," questioned Pam. "No, just the same routine," John responded, and looked at Isabella. "I like a routine," he added pointedly. At that, a thrill went through her pussy which started to get wet. Going to bed with Steve, only one thing was on her mind. Would Steve's dad fuck her with his big hard cock the next morning? She knew he shouldn't but her clit tingled at the prospect. Isabella hardly slept that night. In the morning, she waited for the sound of John returning from his shift and for Steve to wake up. She started touching her wet pussy, thinking always of John's big powerful body. So wet, she fingered her vagina and rubbed her clit. The key rattled in the house door. He was back. With that, she came a big orgasm. Was it a coincidence? Or was it his presence. As usual, John's return woke Steve. Isabella wanted cock. Perhaps Steve would satisfy her so she wouldn't lust so much over his dad. "Fuck me," she said to John, jumping on him. And she said it much louder than she would usually dare. Was she hoping John would hear and get interested in more fucking? "Isabella!" John was surprised at his new, lusty girlfriend but he loved it. He always wanted her to loosen up a bit. She eased his cock inside her, straddling him. This was something she would rarely do but now she rode him like there was no tomorrow. The bed creaked and Isabella moaned in pleasure with every thrust. Anyone in the house could hear what was going on though she knew that only John was present. Isabella then dismounted Steve's cock and moved around, sitting on his face and sucking his cock. Steve was so pleased but shocked. Isabella had rarely been this uninhibited. She licked his cock hungrily and he flicked his tongue on her clit, knowing it was easily the best way to make her come. So exciting was this that both Steve and Isabella knew they couldn't last for long. They both soon would be coming. But then the door opened and in walked John, naked and with a big hard cock in his hand. "Dad, what are you doing?" protested Steve. But Isabella kept on sucking his cock, trapping him down with her body. She didn't react at all to John's entrance. What was going on, wondered Steve. John moved behind Isabella, whose ass was over Steve, her pussy rubbing in his face. John put his cock in the entrance to her pussy, so close to Steve's mouth underneath. "Dad, stop!" was all Steve was able to get out, his face lodged and then smothered between her young legs. John slid in her as deep as his balls, which rubbed in Steve's face too. Isabella got so wet at this and as John pulled back for the first time, pussy juices squirted out, down on to the face of the son. Isabella gasped with each thrust as John picked up the pace to give her a thorough fucking. Her head went up and down on Steve's young cock, wanking him with her mouth, more slutty than she had ever been before. Steve realised he was trapped and her motions on his mouth were still bringing him close to coming. When he dared open his eyes, he saw his father's big old cock entering his lovely girlfriend's tight and innocent pussy, pounding it time after time. He licked all around her clit and occasionally his tongue strayed up where it met and lubricated the shaft of his dad's thick cock. With a cock in her cunt, another in her mouth and a tongue on her clit, Isabella inevitably came. When she did so, the contractions around John's cock made him come too. Steve saw his balls go up tight and then his cock throb as it emptied his old man seed inside the young girl. Nevertheless continuing, though slowing his thrusts, His sperm dripped from the wet, hairy cunt, down slowly into Steve's open mouth. And then the chain reaction was complete as he himself started coming inside Isabella's mouth. Never before had she taken all his cum in her mouth and swallowed it down, but this is what she did now. Shift Work Pt. 01 CHAPTER 1 He could only stare out blankly, lost in thought at how events turned out. He was relaxing on the couch, letting out the occasional long sigh though he did show a smile from time to time. He had made a terribly hard decision and thru the rough of it all, came out with a win. He gave up what chance at a career he thought he could have; turned his back on it with a snap of the fingers. It was not an easy choice to make, having spent years training for it but the more he was realizing he would not be happy in it, the more he knew he needed something else. After a harsh month of searching himself and some kind of job, he managed to get one that was somehow more rewarding then even his career had posted in the college pamphlet. She saw his transition, saw its effect on him and above all, stood by him. She knew he was grateful for that. "But you got something great out of this." She told him, resting a hand on his leg as she sat on the other end of the couch. He nodded and laughed. "I still can't believe it, you know?" She caressed his leg lightly letting her fingertips glide over his thigh. "And don't worry about the shifts. We'll manage. You know we will because we love each other and we will make this work for us." He eyed her suspiciously. He knew the being away from home would be problematic for him and it would affect her despite her saying otherwise. "Well, I don't start till next week so we can still have some fun now." He ended, reaching to take her hand. Shifting down on the couch, he pulled her on top of him and they held each other. "I'm proud of you baby." She whispered and kissed him. They began making out on the couch and his mood had lightened when she held him. She sat up on his lap and slowly removed her blouse. She saw his eyes were on her, watching with his warm smile. She motioned to remove her bra but he stopped her. She knew he enjoyed doing that part so she let him do it for her, carefully, letting it fall loose around her arms and slip off the curve of her beautiful breasts. Exposed to him, neither of them moved and he just looked at her. He cupped both her breasts in his hands and began rubbing them gently then let his fingers toy with the nipples until they were erect and aching. He too sat up and met one of them with his mouth, taking it between his teeth and flicking away at it with his tongue. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed him into her chest and moaned lightly. He found the other nipple aching for attention and repeated his action, enjoying the feel of the little bit of hardened flesh on his tongue. With some effort, he shifted on the couch once more and laid her down on the end of it. Undoing her jeans was easy and they both helped in their removal. "I've always wondered." She whispered thru a wide smile. "Why is it I'm always the first one naked?" she laughed. He smiled at her in all her beauty and swiftly removed his shirt. As he liked to remove her undergarments, he also enjoyed her removing his pants. After a while they knew what little things they liked about their foreplay. Before he would let her remove them however, he took both her wrists and leaned down against her, her arms were locked on both sides of her head on the arm of the couch and he kissed her passionately. "You're not making this easy for me today are you?" She grinned. He shook his head and lay above her, motionless. "You're going to make me do it aren't you?" She said, with a slight pout look on her face. To this he nodded. She wanted to cross her arms and pout but he held them tightly. After letting out a sigh of defeat, she whispered. "Please let me do this to you." Her whispers were very important to him; she loved using her soft angelic voice. His smile gave away his pleasure and he slowly stood allowing her to slip his jeans off of him. Standing before her, as erect as his cock, he rested his arms at his side and waited. She sat straight on the couch and reached for his aching cock. She grabbed it with both hands, letting them caress it before she would begin working it. Tugging on it lightly, he let out another sigh at her touch and reached down to take one of her breasts in his hand to rub it also. When he pinched her nipple, she gasped then took his erectness in her mouth. They knew how to please each other with every little gesture and act they did. He loved how she worked him and knew what she enjoyed while she did so. When he felt her teeth along the length of his skin he held his breath. Not of fear of her biting it but to take in the sensation of her teasing. He would use his tongue with grace on her nipples and areolas but she also knew very well how to use hers on his cock. When she felt the vein along its back begin to pulse, she knew to stop, she did not want him to finish before they had actually started. He knew this also and allowed it, still standing though a little shaken in the knees, he let her get comfortable on the couch and ready herself for him. He knelt before her in front of the couch and found her nipples with his mouth, found the patch of hair above her pussy with his hand and caressed both. Her arm lowered from her body to take up his cock again and she resumed tugging on it while he toyed with her. His hand slipped lower and fingers were felt parting her outer pussy lips to feel the warmed that awaited him within. He reached over to kiss her softly and squeezed her nipple. "Please." She whispered. He grinned. She brought up one leg up on the back of the couch and he sat as best he could on the other end and looked at her pussy while his hand was still toying with it. "And if I don't?" He asked. She brought down her leg and let out a groan. She tried to squeeze her legs together holding his hand in place where she needed it to be and he didn't try to remove it, which she was glad. "Please!" She nearly screamed, her body giving into wanting him so badly. Again he smiled and his other hand parted her legs enough to allow him to lower himself to rest above her aching pussy. A soft touch was felt on her clit as he passed his tongue over it very lightly. He looked up at her and saw she was watching him. "I ever tell you I love your taste?" She smiled wide and his tongue fell onto her clit once more, in circular motions and flicking at it madly. Her head fell back on the arm of the couch and she would not hide the moans. She wrapped her legs around his neck when his lips met her inner pussy lips and he sucked lightly on each of them. She inhaled loudly as she felt his tongue enter her and her hands reached down to hold him delicately. Sliding it in and out of her, then along her lips and teasing her clit, he enjoyed pleasing her this way and she too enjoyed it very much. Her mind became lost in the feelings and passion, she could almost touch heaven. His tongue on her clit and his finger caressing her pussy, he tried to not give into her and slip them inside her for as long as they both could endure but her moans and aches pleaded with his passion and finally he did slide two fingers inside her. Squeezing herself against them as they worked at her inside, she held her breath knowing they would find that delicate and erotic spot inside her that would once again take her over. He wanted to; wanted to reach up and find that tiny patch of sensitive flesh inside her but he also wanted to tease her as much as possible. Having pulled out his fingers, he took one of the two and licked it. Her watching him with disappointment, as he had removed them to begin with, accepted his other finger in her mouth and licked at her sweet fluid. Now, he thought, he could give her what she wished. He returned his hand to her nether and slid the two fingers in once again; her moans were getting slightly more intense. It only took the simplest touch and at once she arched her whole body. She was more ready then he thought. Seeing so made him stop and she groaned again. He admired her expressions, watching as she was nearly gasping at his touch and his affection. He waited till she breathed normally and when he saw the moment, touched her g-spot once more. She was at once rendered breathless. Soft motions against the sensitive flesh, over and over, he caught her right where he wanted her and she could only let the intensity take her away to her climax. His mouth sucking hard on her clit and his fingers teasing her G, she finally managed to let out a scream as her body arched and instantly gave him her orgasm. She was shivering as it was passing thru her but it was not stopping him, he only proceeded more intensely and when she thought it was over, a second wave of ecstasy surged thru her. He made her orgasm a second time. She tried once again to bring her legs together, not to stop him but to hold him as the sensations passed thru her. He did stop however, his fingers still deep inside her, and he kissed her clit a few times until her shaking subsided. "I'm not done." He whispered and touched at her g once again. Her shivers returned and she could only give into his hand as he began teasing it anew. His tongue lashing out across her erect and soaking clit added to the intensity of his passion and she screamed at once again she submitted to her climax. It was so intense that she could not believe her body anymore, could not imagine it could endure this much affection and pleasure. When it happened, she realized that he had made her ejaculate. Something she never experienced before and she was confused. After her trembling stopped, he slipped his fingers out of her and moved up on the couch in order to hold her. Her breathing was still erratic and his comfort in holding her passionately was calming her slowly. He began realizing that she was whispering "Oh my god" with each breath. He looked up at her and finally her down to him. "You alright?" he asked. "I," she took a breath, "I don't know." she whispered. "You've never done that before have you?" He asked her, she could see his concern on his face. It was very welcoming to see he was worried. "No." She admitted. He smiled at her and whispered back, "It's alright. It's something rare but normal." "Is it?" She asked suddenly, feeling ashamed. "Yes. It felt good didn't it? Sure it's new and surprising but I can tell you, it's nothing bad." He said to her in a calmness that hoped would assure her. Once again, he shifted his position and came to rest above her. Their eyes locked and silence between them for the moments they needed to recover and he found the moment to kiss her passionately.   CHAPTER 2 It had been two days since he left and in his absence she had come to know emptiness. She clung to his whispers that they would be back together soon and it was not the end of everything. It was late that second night and the phone ringing woke her up. It was him; he had called after finishing his shift. Half-lost for words and half-dozed off, she whispered, "I miss you." to him. "I miss you too babe, its crazy not being able to be with you." He told her, only his voice could console her. He said that the job had turned out well and he was enjoying the work, though not the shifts. It kept him from her more than he anticipated and hated every moment. The reward for the job however would outweigh the tiny sacrifice and they would be the happier for it, this he was sure of. It was his goal. He told her his days off should arrive soon and hopefully he could take a trip out to see her but made no promise. She, holding the receiver in hand only nodded. He whispered that he loved her and she closed her eyes, holding the phone to her ear, imagining it was his hand, caressing her cheek as he would to show tender affection just before he would kiss her. The sensation made her sigh lightly into the phone and he knew she was smiling. "I'll see you soon sweetheart." He ended and the connection was lost. This tiny moment made her feel good; she needed this, even by phone, to talk to him, to feel him, to love him. When the doorbell rang on the sixth day, she took her time approaching it, not really knowing who it would be. She peered thru the lens and gasped; opened the door with alarming haste and stood once again, breathless. She ran towards him and he held her for a long moment. "You know, I'm sure the neighbors are watching." He giggled and they walked into their home. Once the door closed, she pushed him lightly against it and kissed him intensely. She missed him terribly by now and really wanted to enjoy his presence. He welcomed her affection and they made out in the hallway for a while before coming to their senses and entered the house proper. When she had calmed her passionate soul, she was full of questions about his new job. He in turn, answered all of them over the bottle of wine she opened. "I miss the bed." he whispered to her when they were cuddling on the couch, the bottle nearly empty. She turned on her side and looked up at him. He was glowing, or maybe that was the effect of the wine but she knew he wanted her as much as she him. "I should be cruel to you for making me endure this week without you!" She stated as she stood. His confused look apparent. She began to sway back and forth in a slow rhythm as if to some hidden music. "But I can't help wanting to please you now that I have you here." She ended with her mischievous grin. "Punish me as you will." he answered her, matching grins and slipping his arms behind his head, relaxing on the couch. Her movements were definitively teasing, and bit by bit, articles of clothing were falling off. She was giving him a strip tease and enjoying it as much as he was, watching his eyes glance all over her body. She tossed her red lace bra at him and he missed catching it to end up with it in his face and they laughed. "Good toss." he mumbled. He took it up and held the fabric and felt its texture as he stared at her exposed breasts. The breasts he spend hours thinking of while at work. Thinking how he would toy with them and massage them. She approached him and leaned over top of him. Her breasts were inches from his face and she let him kiss each one. She straightened up and took a step back. When she turned, she began to remove the skirt she wore, revealing the red lace panties that matched the bra in his hand. He wanted to reach out and caress her back side but she slipped out of his reach. "Not yet." She grinned again. "Come on, I've been lonely all this week too, you know." he retorted. She smiled and shook her head at him. Leaning forward and with her arms at her sides, her thumbs hitched into the panties and a simple gesture was all she needed and they too fell to the floor. His moan was not a silent one, maybe he wanted her to hear it, to add to the mood. Turning to face him, still swaying to some unheard music, she approached him again and made to sit on his lap. When his eyes finally made it up to hers, her smile was matched by his and she threw her arms around him. He held her and began caressing her soft skin; tracing fingertips down her arms and up her back. "Maybe the bed can wait." He whispered. She tugged at his shirt and they both managed to slip it off. "You're screwed though because the pants can't come off like this." He added and gripped her at her hips, making sure she would not slip off his lap. "That's fine, I'll just tease you some more." She whispered. Always the whispers, always what she knew he both loved and hated. She would crack him with but a word and he did love it. "Alright," he said to her. "But hang on tight." She did so, wrapping her arms around his neck. He managed to undo the button and zipper while feeling the little patch of hair above her pussy and it only made him moan more. With mild effort, he lifted his hips up lightly and her along with him. He tugged quickly at his pants and undergarments in that moment and slipped out of them. "Whoa." She let out as she had been lifted slightly in the action and laughed at the moment. She felt he was completely ready, feeling his cock against her stomach. Slipping a hand between them, she curled her fingers around the erect member and began rubbing it. "You liked my little dance did you?" She smiled at him. He nodded, "That and the fact that I've missed you like crazy this week. This is entirely your fault." He tried to be stern with her but he was in no position to offer punishment. She gripped him tightly. "Oh really?" Slowly tugging on his cock, she added. "And whose idea was it to go off for the week?" She only got moans for answers. She slipped off his lap finally and made to kneel before him on the floor, still gripping his erectness. When he saw her eyes were fixed to his, he wondered if he was actually in trouble. Her tugging hastened slightly and she added, "Have you any idea what I went thru while you were gone?" She began toying with the tip of his cock, flicking it lightly with her finger nails. "I was alone too, you know." He exhaled thru pleasant moans. Taking the whole member in both her hands, she tugged on it harder now and responded, "Yeah but you could do this on your own." He could not reply to this, though he didn't do as she suggested in her absence. "Why," he exhaled, "would I when you're so damn good at it." He began tensing up and she was realizing that he would have his climax soon. Flattered at his compliment, she bent forward and took the throbbing member in her mouth. He gasped loudly and let her take him. The warmth of her mouth and the feel of her hand stroking him had worked him well and she would not stop till he would have his pleasure. Feeling his erectness pulsing and throbbing with each stroke, she lifted her head when it happened and his seed flew out of him, landing on his abdomen and legs with her continued stroking. She let him catch his breath while her finger nails teased his thighs. "Come up here." he whispered to her and she climbed back onto the couch and in his arms. "See what I mean?" he added. "You're so damn good at that." He ended and smiled; eyes closed and held her close to him. After a few moments, she looked up at him. "What about me?" Her eyes begged for pleasure as well. He laughed. "You know what they say about the twenty minute intermission right?" She let out a small scream. "Oh you're hopeless." And she playfully slapped his chest. "Besides," He managed to giggle. "Twenty minutes of pleasuring you and you'd collapse for sure." The thought of what he could do to her, remembering how she enjoyed his little ways he would satisfy her, she wouldn't last twenty minutes. "No harm in trying." she told him and leaned back against the other side of the couch. He took her inviting gesture and after wiping himself with his shirt, shifted to crawl up atop her and kissed her passionately. He began working his way down her body, kissing her neck lightly, and he whispered between kisses, "You know, I can be called back in at any moment." and continued kissing his way towards her breasts. "You're all mine tonight!" She told him, passing her hand thru his hair as he caressed her erect nipple. Biting it gently, he tugged on it with his teeth and let it go. She wanted to yell at the small sting of pain but his tongue on it only made her moan. Holding himself up, he could not grab them with his hands so only his warm breath, tongue and lips would tease them. No matter, she thought, he could have them anyway he wished. She loved his affection for them. Passing his tongue down thru her cleavage, he continued to her stomach and navel. Breathing lightly on it, watching her slight shivers, he tongued her navel and she giggled at the ticklish sensation. When he was down to resting on his legs, he raised himself to sit up and took her legs in his hands, spread them apart slowly and his eyes fell to her pussy. Shift Work Pt. 01 His arousal was returning and he wanted to enter her. But he also wanted to taste her; he missed that about her as well. He leaned down and began kissing her thigh, making his way down to her pussy then back up the other thigh. Again, soft moans escaped her lips. Inches from her pussy, he exhaled on it and let the warmth of his breath tease her a bit before he would let his tongue slip in between the silky lips below. Her clit had been aching for attention for a long while and when he did begin circling it with his tongue; she both moaned and arched her whole body with a satisfaction of finally getting pleased by him. He mouthed the erect clit and lashed at it with his tongue, feeling her shivers and letting her body arches lift her pussy into his mouth. Again, only his mouth was the source of her pleasure and his tongue found her inner pussy lips. He spread them lightly and tasted the sweetness seeping from her. He slid his tongue into her and she gasped. Her hands held his head in place; she would not let him move until he made her climax. In and out he slipped it from her and lavished in her taste, swapping places with both her clit and pussy, driving her into ecstasy. She had ached for him for so long that when the first wave of her climax arrived, it was intense. She needed this orgasm, needed him to make it happen. His tongue inside her as far as he could make it, he took in her sweet dampness and continued sucking at both clit and pussy. Her aches subsiding momentarily and he managed to slip a hand down between her legs. He rested his mouth on her clit and let a finger enter her with ease. She missed everything he did to her, how he would please her both inside and out. The finger was joined by a second and he began working her into her next orgasm. He too wanted to please her intensely. His tongue lashing at her clit and his fingers probing her inside was beginning to overwhelm her and once they touched the sensitive G spot inside her, she screamed and her second orgasm took her. Again he did not stop as the shivers and arching of her whole body passed. She didn't know how much more she could take of this intense passion. When it passed however, she looked down at him and saw he was ready again. His erectness was throbbing anew and aching to be inside her. She looked at him, half spent and smiling wide. "I need you inside me." She whispered. He used his damp fingers to moisten his cock and took his spot above her once more. With her two climaxes, she was very damp and he slid inside her slowly, both letting out moans at the gesture. She wrapped her arms around him and he began the reciprocal motions of making love to her. Their intense passion and the absence that passed made the whole act feel deeply amorous and they both craved each other. He sat up and helped her up. Shifting on the couch, he helped her to sit on his lap again but with her back to him. She did so and leaned against him, letting him slide into her again and she began rocking back and forth on his lap and very erect cock. His hands grabbed at both her breasts and he began massaging them, pinching the nipples occasionally and squeezing the breasts with every moan she let out. When she felt her next orgasm approach, she leaned forward and held herself with her hands on his knees and she worked him more fiercely. He held her hips to help in the motions and he too was approaching his moment. The intensity of her climax was so strong; she arched herself and rested against his chest and the two shivered together as he too came inside her. It took a while for them to catch their breath and neither moved from the embrace their passion had left them in. "My god, I missed you so much." She whispered between deep breaths. He held her tightly, resting his head against her back. "I missed you too sweetheart." She slipped back and resumed her cuddling position at his side, his arm around her and she exhaled a very pleased sigh. "I knew they wouldn't call you tonight." she giggled. They finished the bottle of wine after they caught their breath and relaxed. Eventually, they found their bed and slept in each other's arms.   CHAPTER 3 He had been called in the following afternoon and after the good night's rest he got, he was ready to face his next day. Though she stirred a bit when he awoke, he let her sleep in a little longer. When the call did come in though, she came up to him still as nude as she had been the night before and he nearly dropped his cell phone. He hugged her tightly for a few moments and let her body press to his. He always loved the feel of her breasts against him. "I've got to go in soon." he said to her. "Don't go getting me all riled up for nothing now." She reached down to feel his cock, sheathed in his jeans. She felt it getting harder at her touch and she grinned. "Too late I see." she whispered. He stood motionless, letting her caress him and he in turn admired her magnificence. "These pants seem a little tight around you, don't you think?" she asked and at once, the button came undone. He looked down and saw her fingers clasping the tag of the zipper and pulling it downward. "Sweetheart, I don't have time." He said to her painfully. Though he craved staying with her for another day, he had to get to work. Mumbling under her breath, she stood tall and stepped back from him, her arms crossed covering her breasts and her eyes shown with disappointment. "Fine." She stated and walked away. "How long will it be this time? Another week? A few days?" She was angry with this job of his or maybe him for accepting it. He re-attached his pants and approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Babe, it's for the cash. Sure the shift sucks but the money is damn good." he pleaded. "Please don't be mad." She turned, hugged him and whispered. "I'm not mad at you; I just want to keep you here." The time had arrived and he had departed, but not before he kissed her passionately and held her tightly, assured her he would be back as soon as he could and that he loved her. When the door closed after he left, her heart sank a bit as well as her shoulders. "I Love you too." She whispered. Later that evening, while on break, he called her. Again he told her he missed her and told her that the night they spent was magnificent. She began whispering into the phone, telling her how she was feeling excitement growing inside her and she began craving his touch again. She was teasing him with whispers of things she would do to him when she would see him again. Blushing in front of his colleagues, he tried with difficulty to hide the fact that she was arousing him. One workmate asked who he was talking to and he yelled over to him, "My girlfriend." "Bring her around sometime." the man responded. "Screw you." He laughed. "That'll be her job." The man retorted. He turned and walked back into the building, shaking his head and laughing with her on the other end of the phone, hearing the whole conversation. "I love you sweetie. Come back to me soon alright? I need your fingers." She told him and he stopped dead. "Tease." He whispered into his phone. "But you heard that man, that's my job." She laughed. His break was over and he had to return to work only now he was completely aroused and could do nothing about that except think of his love back home. He told her he loved her again and whispered a good night to her. He would see her again soon as she wished, though she was in serious trouble when he would get a hold of her again. When she went to bed that night, she thought the bed to be much too big for her to be alone in. She found herself missing him terribly by now. She did hate this job of his and the tear that soaked the pillow was proof of it. He would be back soon, she knew that; but how long could her heart hold out? She wondered and sleep finally took her. The week had been hard on him, having worked his five days and an overtime shift. He was spent by week's end and knew he would relax well on the long weekend ahead. Upon arriving home however, he was not greeted at the door by his love, which he found a bit strange. He called out to her and she came around to him. She jumped into his inviting arms and they held each other for a few moments. She whispered, "I've missed you so much." and squeezed him tightly. There was something wrong with the picture however, she wasn't in a good mood and he could feel it. He let go of her and held her at arm's length to look at her, let their eyes meet like she always enjoyed and he saw something resembling sorrow. "You alright?" he asked her, confused and worried. She shook her head. "Come, I need water." He followed her into the kitchen and he too took a glass. They sat at the table in silence until she was comfortable enough to speak. She let out a sigh and said, "I've not been sleeping well since you got this job of yours." His eyes widened at this. Thoughts of what they had discussed about the shift work and their relationship crossed his mind. "We talked about it though." He whispered. "Yeah but now it's real, you're gone and I'm alone. Maybe I'm just not used to it. What if I never get used to it?" She was near the point of shedding tears now. He reached out his hand to take one of hers. He saw well now that she had not slept well of late. "I know it's not easy. I miss you terribly too, you know." He tried to assure her. He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder and they went into the living room where he could sit with her in his arms. Something he felt she needed, to feel his comfort again, to feel safe with him. "It's just so different." She began. "I know you didn't want a job in that other field you had but couldn't you," she snickered, "get an actual day job?" He laughed with her and replied, "I found this with a nice salary and I couldn't really turn it down." She shifted and looked up at him. "Yes you could, I'm sure you could." He nodded. "Yes I could. But how long would it take again before I find it?" The search for something new when he changed careers was a painful experience for him, having to find something and find it fast. He did however, though its catch was his being away from her. She returned to his arms and continued. "I still support your choice sweetie, don't ever doubt that." He began stroking her arm softly; massaging her shoulder a bit and she exhaled a comfortable moan. "You start that, I won't let you finish." She whispered. He continued his rubbing and responded, "You need it." He told her and helped her get comfortable in front of him facing ahead so he could work her shoulders well. He noticed she was a bit tense, likely because of the lack of sleep or there was something else still bothering her. She loved his fingers pressing into her muscles and the relaxation he was giving her. He worked up and rubbed her neck a bit and when he began massaging her scalp, she gasped at the sensation and moaned loudly. "I can promise you a good night sleep tonight sweetheart." he whispered to her after bending down to her ear. Sliding her hair to one side, he exposed her neck and kissed it softly. When he was satisfied he had worked her shoulders and neck well enough, he let his arms slip down her front. He cupped her loose breasts in both hands and began rubbing them thru her tank top. Again she let out a moan. "You sure we'll sleep if you start that?" She giggled. "You're right." he said to her. "Tonight we sleep well; tomorrow however, I get you back for your teasing me on the phone." She gulped and let him massage her breasts to his enjoyment. Later on, after the night was done, rest finally overtook them and they did indeed sleep peacefully, her in his arms, resting on his chest. She needed a good night sleep and he knew it. He wanted to let her have it by any means necessary. His passion for her could wait, for now. Shift Work Pt. 02 CHAPTER 4 His week had been very productive and he began believing that he could very well settle with this new job. Though the thought would not be pleasant to his lover, he would have to assure her that this was it and hope she would continually support him. He received his first pay and was shocked to see the amount. 'I'm definitely taking her out to dinner,' he thought. He arrived home a little tired and happy to finally be able to hold his love once more. Again he was not greeted at the door but began to think nothing of it, after all, he didn't tell her she 'had' to meet him every time, though he thought she missed him enough to jump right in his arms on first sight. He made his way into the kitchen for a much needed drink and seeing that the coffee was made, helped himself to a cup. He then settled in the living room when she came out to meet him. She was wearing only one if his dress shirts and no pants or skirt. "Missed me that much did you?" He grinned as he looked her over. She mumbled an agreement nodding her head with a seductive smile. He hugged her and suddenly felt her breathing was somewhat rushed. Perhaps she ran from the bedroom or somewhere to come and greet him. "Is everything alright? You seem a little flushed." He asked her curiously. Again she nodded and tried to sit with him on the couch. He wouldn't budge and again looked her over, reaching down with a swift motion and raising the bottom of the shirt she wore; she was bare underneath. He fixed to her eyes sternly and not saying a word. Finally, he said, "Are you sure?" She nodded, said yes and hugged him. His hand found the spot he intended to reach for and cupped her pussy. It was unusually damp; as if she had been pleased very recently. He let go of her and held her at arm's length, his stern look changing to anger. "Something you feel like telling me?" He would not loosen his grip on her arms. Something was going on here and he feared the answer but needed to know. "I was a little excited and decided to gratify myself." She said with her head lowered. "You knew I was coming home, you couldn't wait I take it?" His tone was becoming more sharp and fierce. She looked back up at him and she still showed that she was hiding something, it was the same small look she had the weekend previous. "What's so wrong with that?" She replied, raising her voice as well in an attempt at defence. "You can gratify yourself when you're alone, and what, I can't?" She broke free of his grip and stepped back. He hung his head for a moment then faced her again, teeth clenched, his mind racing as fast as his heart rate. "No, there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't believe 'You' did it." He finally said, knowing the implications of his statement. She gasped in disbelief, her hand flew to her mouth and she was silent. She turned and began to walk away from him with a hasted pace towards the bedroom. He called out to her, "Where are you going? I'm not finished discussing this." She merely made a gesture behind her telling him to hold on a minute and she disappeared. When he saw the woman come in with his lover, arm in arm, he screamed out. "What the hell is this?" Again she raised her finger to him in a hold on a second gesture and the two sat down. "You fucking bitch." He mumbled under his breath. The woman looked at him and said in a strong tone, "Don't you dare call her a bitch." She set her hand on his lover's lap, giving her a comforting gesture. "You better not say another word or I'll have you out of this house." He retorted and faced his lover. "Who the hell is this? What the hell's been going on while I'm not here?" There was more anger in his voice now; clearly he was not impressed by the scene before him. "Please, stop and listen to me wont you?" His lover begged. "I'll tell you everything but please calm down." She continued. He remained standing and crossed his arms, eyes locked to who should have been 'his' lover. He let out a disapproving sigh and waited. She introduced the woman to him, told him they had met a week and a half ago and they became very close and intimate. She had always been curious about being with a woman though she didn't tell him and now she felt comfortable with this one. Her intention was to present her to him in a way that the three of them would accept and maybe they'd become some sort of threesome on occasion. His discovery of what had happened threw her plan off course and now she needed to improvise a lot. "I've tried so hard to understand why you accepted this job and its salary but I just couldn't come to grip with it, having you gone for so long." She resumed her explanations and he stood motionless, waiting for the truth. "I hate this job." "We talked about it." He replied. "I did everything I could to assure you we would work thru it. You said you would support my choice." He ended with an angry tone. She lowered her head and nodded, then continued her story of the woman. "When I told her about how I felt about your job, she comforted me. It was nice, though it was not you; it still felt like it was what I needed at the time." At this point the woman cuddled up to her and rested her head on her shoulder. "So what exactly did you intend to do about this?" He pointed at the woman who glared at him for having referred to her as a thing. "Was this supposed to be a surprise? Because it certainly was though not likely as you had hoped." "I hoped," and here she managed to look him in the eyes finally, "that she could be a part of our relationship; the three of us." His eyes opened wide at the thought. He looked over at the woman, glancing at her up and down; he found her attractive and could not deny it though the situation he walked into was not at all how his lover should have introduced a third player in their relationship. "The flaw in your idea was doing whatever it was you were doing on the day I was coming home." He finally spoke. "You betrayed me, and with a woman!" The two did not notice his fists clenching and unclenching as his anger surged thru him. "What were you thinking?" He yelled out at her. She stood and faced him; again she pleaded against his anger and tried to calm him. "I didn't want to keep it a secret from you. Don't you get that?" He leaned closer to her and with a fierce grimace on his face whispered to her through clenched teeth. "And here you are sleeping with her behind my back!" "Maybe I shouldn't have come on to her today but it happened." The woman intervened. "She wanted us to meet tonight." A hand shot out and one finger pointed directly at her. "Don't point that thing at me; I have a right to defend her if I want." "Shut up or get the hell out!" He growled at the woman. His lover grabbed at his arm and made him face her. Her saddened look begged him to calm down but it wasn't enough. "I wanted us to be together, to have fun together." She let slip a tear and tried difficultly to keep strong; she was not successful and the tears began to flow slowly. "I didn't want to fight. It was meant to be something special for us." He shrugged her off, loosening her grip on his arm and stepped back out of her range. "I can't believe you," he whispered. "Then why sleep with her yourself if she was supposed to be part of a threesome?" "Because," the woman attempted to answer and he cut her off. "I thought I told you to shut up." He yelled at her. She looked exasperated and finally stood. "Screw this." She took his lover in an embrace and kissed her cheek softly. "It probably would have been fun as you said but I don't deserve this." His lover's eyes were reddening with tears while she stared silently at her companion, she shook her head realizing that the woman was about to walk out on them both. "And you don't either sweetie." The woman ended and turned towards the door. "No!" she screamed. "Don't leave." She choked out. "Yes, please do." He retorted as he watched her. His love stood before him shaking, unable to accept the situation and finally mustered enough strength to face him. "If she leaves, I go with her." He was shocked. He stood, uncertain of what had just happened and let his mouth fall open. "This is serious!" He managed to whisper. She looked him square in the face and nodded. The woman waited at the door, not so surprised and pleased to see her new companion finally standing up for herself. She knew he had not seen her grin. "I guess I gave you enough time to consider this, with all the work I had been doing." He hung his head and let out a defeated sigh. Then, standing tall and arms crossed once more, he faced her and shown such a serious look about him that she had never seen before. "I want you both gone when I return!" He told her in the coldest of tones and he walked to the door, the woman let him some room to open it and he disappeared. He returned the following day to see she had packed all her things and left. "I hate this damn job too." He whispered. Shift Work Pt. 03 CHAPTER 5 He didn't sleep well that weekend and when he did get his call, he only began to realize the string of bad luck he was experiencing. He was upset at what she had been doing and even more upset that he kicked her out and dumped her. His mind was a fog and it was showing in his work. He wasn't meeting his daily quotas and was even involved in an accident which left him with a sore leg. He had lost control of his lift as he disembarked from the truck and he was slammed against the dock wall along with the lift, balance gone and his leg was nearly crushed against the two. Having taken the remainder of the week off, he stayed home to recover from the shock of it all and stay off his leg. One morning, there came a message on his phone that left him speechless and stunned. "I love you and I'm sorry baby." the voice whispered. It seemed she too had not been taking the break up well. Reluctantly and more out of absence, he called her cell phone. "I guess you can say I'm calm now, would you like to talk?" he asked her when she answered. They decided that she could come over though it was more so she could see the state he was in after all that happened. And it was obvious that only she could visit. "For now, just us." He commented. She agreed. She now felt as he did when he would walk in, she saw him and instantly hopped in his arms. They held each other as if they had not seen each other in months and until his leg could no longer support the long standing. He prepared some drinks for them and sat in the living room so he could recap his accident. She listened intently and was saddened to see him in such shape. "I was harsh, I admit that. But I was right to say you could have at least not done it with her on the day I was coming home." She nodded. "I did want you to meet her that night though and I would have explained it all." He reached out a hand to her and when she took it, he continued. "Though you have to understand my sudden anger at the situation right?" Again she nodded, holding his hand tightly, taking any emotional sentiment she could get. "I love you too and missed you like crazy." He ended. She came over to him and with an arm around her, snuggled up to him once more and let out a sigh. "Are we good though? Now?" She asked. He didn't respond, he was thinking of the whole event and how it had come to pass. Finally she looked up at him and he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. When he stopped to catch his breath he said to her, "However we really do have to talk about her." He leaned back and still held her in his arm, not admitting that he missed having her there with him. "She's rather angry at you." She told him. "You were rough with her." He mumbled an agreeing grunt and let her continue. "I had hoped all along that the three of us could have some fun together and maybe I did go about it all wrong, but you don't understand how these things happen between women. You could never really grasp it." She sat up beside him and he eyed her thoughtfully as she explained to him how there had to be certain feelings shared between them, they had to get a feel for each other if they truly wanted to make something happen. It was not just a 'Hey you lets have fun and get it over with.' kind of thing. They really have to know inside if they will like each other on that deep emotional and sensual level. "Before that can happen it took time to get to know each other. Fortunately though we did hit it off well and it just... happened." She told him. He was hanging on her words; he owed her that much, time to really know what she was feeling. "Yes we should not have slept together the other day but she ..." she trailed off for a moment. "We had the urge to please each other." She ended. He nodded and took up the last of his drink. "I see." "She was actually willing to get to know you too, you know. I had actually convinced her that you were very good at pleasing me and would do the same to her if she would let you." She said a bit sternly. "Is that right?" He responded as he stood, grabbed her glass and refilled their drinks. When he sat back down, she nodded to him, thanking him for the refill and continued. "She was interested in you and," and here she giggled lightly. "You should have seen her eyes widen as I explained how you tease my G so much." He sat back and crossed his arms, watching her with a grin on his face. "Oh? What else did you tell her?" "Well, I'll be honest with you; I used some of the things you did to me, to her. And I can say we were both pleasured well." She actually blushed when she told him this. Would he want all the steamy details? "But why bother telling you this now; she won't come back to us." Her look changed to sorrow when she recalled her companion told her she was no longer interested in that bastard. "You never know." He whispered. "Maybe we could both convince her." She looked up at him. "After all, if you're still with her, you are somewhat still cheating on me, and we can't have that now, can we?" She reached out to him this time taking up his hands. "I want her as a part of us, not all to myself." He nodded thinking of her and recalling that he did find her attractive. The idea of watching the two have some fun before him did make him grin. "Alright. We'll try to sit and talk to her." He said to her, holding her hands affectionately, assuring her. "I'll apologize for my behaviour the other day and maybe it'll work out. I make no promises beyond that." She launched herself forward and he took her in a much needed embrace. She looked into his eyes, something she always loved to do, to see the calm of the blue in them, to lose herself in the clouds of them. She kissed him softly, then more passionately and they began making out on the couch. She had been shifting carefully so not to hurt his leg and after a few moments, decided to kneel on the carpet before him. He lay across the couch and she began undoing his pants. He allowed her to do so, considering everything that happened, maybe he was in need also she thought. He helped her remove them and in doing so with a quick swipe took off his t-shirt. Her hands began to pass over his body, teasing it with her nails and delicate touches, arousing him more and more. She glanced at his hardening cock while she kissed his pecks and when it was fully erect, took it in her hand and began caressing it. "I won't ever go completely lesbian, you know." She whispered as she stroked his cock. "I could never go without this." And she gripped it more firmly working him up. She only got moans for comments and she smiled at his pleasure. He reached down an arm and worked his hand up inside her blouse, feeling the fabric of her bra and tugging on it lightly, hinting he wanted it off. "I'll have to stop this if you want me to strip for you." She grinned and squeezed his cock. "Damn." He whispered and tried with no luck to remove her blouse with one hand. She let go of him and his cock throbbed but she took off her blouse to reveal the semi sheer bra underneath, his eyes fell to it instantly and the smile on his face was like no other. She reached behind her back to undo the clasp and heaved her breasts forward to tease him and was pleased with his reaction. He cupped one of them once the bra fell to the floor and she let him have his fun with it. He did indeed miss her curves, her soft skin, and the feel of her breasts in his hands, the erectness of her nipples. She lifted herself to kneel straight backed and closer to him so he could take one of those luscious nipples in his mouth. She too ached for his pleasant attention and she resumed her stroking of his cock. She whispered an "I love you" to him and though he could not respond to it, he nibbled on the stiff flesh of her nipple and she gasped. She in turn squeezed his cock hard, with a finger around its tip so he would squirm a bit and he gasped out an "I love you too." Once more she let go of his aching cock and stood to remove her jeans. He had no objection to the action though she could hurry it up a little. Totally bear in front of him, she stood in a flaunting pose and said, "You could have lost this." "I know sweetheart, I know." He reached up to take her hand and helped her climb onto him. She wouldn't let him take the top this time because she was certain his leg would not support their passion. She straddled him, resting her pussy on his cock and rubbing against it for a moment. He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward so she was above his chest. He reached a hand behind her which caressed her ass softly and the other to cup her pussy. His thumb having spread her pussy lips apart and reveal an aching clit that he could enjoy pleasuring for hours if she had the will to endure such pleasure. She arched her back and rested her hands on his abdomen to steady herself and give him more access to her pussy. He turned his hand and with ease of her mild dampness, slipped a finger inside her. She let out a moan that with her already arched back came from her whole body as she gave into his touch finally and let go of the feelings she had over their fight last week. She needed him now and could very much have lost him, his touch, his pleasing. She would not contain her moans and let herself go to him. When a second finger was felt inside her, she knew he would do what he always enjoyed and she tried to brace herself for the oncoming climax. In and out he toyed with her pussy, soaking her clit with her fluid and rubbing it in circular motions then re-entering her. The moment he felt that sensitive spot inside her she inhaled loudly as she knew he could satisfy her with that alone. She began small rocking motions while he fingered her pussy, helping his curved fingers brush against her g-spot. When the first wave of her climax arrived, she was already near gasping for breath and screamed as he made her climax. Her shivers only helped him continue his teasing inside her and again he rubbed at her G, toying with it, caressing it with the tips of his two fingers. His other hand came around and again his thumb pressed against her clit and he rubbed it with some fierceness to match his other hand inside her. He would make her climax again, and again, and again if she let him. And she wanted to let him, though she did not know how well her body could keep up with the pleasure. The second wave of her orgasm struck her harder than the first and, while still arched to support herself, shivered intensely and he stopped his gestures to let her recover. Her legs trembling at his sides and she leaned forward over top of him, her arms resting on the arm of the chair and she was gasping mildly for air. Her breasts were perfectly positioned above him and he kissed each one as they hung before him. His tongue traced circles around her areolas and he sucked both nipples. When he began with his fingers once more inside her and the hardened nipple in his mouth, she ached for him more and more. She wanted him completely, she could not wait any longer, and she ached for his cock deep inside her. She lifted her hips and his hand fell free, two fingers damp with her fluid and he looked at her. She lowered herself to once again straddle him and took his hand, made him take hold of his cock and stroke it so to dampen it. When he was inside her, she slid down his entire length and stopped moving, her eyes closed as the pleasure overtook her. She held herself against his abdomen again and looking into his eyes began riding him. Though she was careful with his leg, she could not contain her wanting of him and the intensity of their lovemaking grew fiercer. She would not stop her rocking back and forth on his erectness until they were both pleased. His hand cupped her breasts, squeezing them on occasion and pinching the nipples. He sat up and took one in his mouth once more and sucked on it. One of her arms wrapped around his neck holding him there and the climax that struck them both was exhilarating. She worked herself to take every ounce of his fluid inside her and her own orgasm was a shockwave thru her body. She slowly let herself down and he lay back so to hold her thru her shivers and shaking. "Let's never fight again; I don't ever want to lose you." She whispered between irregular breathing. "I don't either but you know what they say about make up sex." She felt his grin as the two held each other. She didn't care, she was being held by him, where she needed to be, always. CHAPTER 6 He was shaving the next morning, glancing over to the tub where she was resting amidst the bubbles that covered her body. He cursed that bubble bath for hiding her best features but she was still a sight to behold. He smiled at her thru the reflection of the mirror and asked her what her plans were concerning her new companion. "I still want to share her with you, to be with us." She told him, resting her head against the back of the tub and watched him finish his shaving. "I was rough on her wasn't I? I guess I should apologize to her." He told her and turned to face her, again he smiled as he saw her. "I can talk to her about it this week." She said to him and he cut her sentence off short. "While I'm at work!" She looked at him, unsure of how to react to that statement. "Yes, while you're at work." She rose in the tub and stood there, bare and dripping wet from water and the soap suds of the remaining bubbles slid down the curve of her breasts and down her cleavage. "I love you," she whispered to him, "with all my heart." He approached her holding her towel and wrapped it around her magnificent body. "Love you too, beautiful." "But I really like her too." She reached her hand to his cheek and felt the soft skin after his shave. Her smile gave him the hint that it was good. "My baby face." She whispered and he kissed her. After he helped her out of the tub and dried her back he stood back and watched her dry herself off. "What about love with her?" He asked suddenly. She eyed him carefully. "I honestly don't know. We will have to discuss that together, the three of us." His hands rested on his hips and he sighed. "I suppose I have no other choice. Agreed then." Her smile was wide and she was happy again. It was on the second day of his absence when she returned to her companion. The woman was worried about her new lover, thinking she had simply left her to return to her man. When she told her companion what had happened, she was relieved for her but still hated how he treated her. "About that," she began, taking the woman's hand in hers. "He wants to apologize for his reaction last week." The woman thought about it for a moment, feeling her love caressing her hand in the following silence. She did want to give the couple a chance at having some fun together but was saddened at how he instantly hated her intrusion on their love life. "I want to hear it from him." She told her finally, eyes fixed to her lover. "I want to see his apology in his eyes." She hugged her companion for a long moment. "You will. You'll see wonderful things in his eyes." She replied and kissed her passionately, achingly, needing to feel her companion's sensual touch once more. After a lot of convincing and some tender moments between them, her companion agreed to try to meet her lover once more. It would wait until the following weekend but she couldn't wait to tell him. She called him the following day and he too accepted to take the chance, it was his idea to begin with, a way to make amends for his earlier hostility. Shift Work Pt. 04 CHAPTER 7 On his last day, he called her once more. Her heart leaped with excitement when she received his sudden phone call and just as quickly, sank. "Hey beautiful, tell me something, this woman friend of yours, is she any good at massages?" He asked her. She was silent and in shock at the odd question. "I give you massages." She finally mustered. "You telling me I'm not good enough at it?" She asked him in return nearly yelling it over the phone. "No baby, not at all that. It's just that I'm so racked up at the moment that it could very well take the both of you to unwind me." He hoped she was quick enough to catch the twin meaning of his statement. "Baby," She finally said, her voice sounding clearly thru her smile. "You know we can." He told her he would be home soon and was in need of some RnR and could think of no better woman to pass that time with. He told her he loved her, missed her and would see her soon. She hung up the phone and went about her daily routines with a new bounce to her step. Arriving home, he took a deep breath before opening the door, aware of what was to happen and hoped it would turn out more favourable. Surprised, she waited for him as he entered and hugged him tightly. She let him unwind and she offered him a drink. He accompanied her into the living room and there, sitting silently and watching the two lovers, her companion waited, smiling at both of them and triying to hide her sudden shyness. She held her arm out to her companion but she hesitated. "Oh come on, come here." She told her with a giggle. She stood and approached. They were properly introduced and even shook hands. She smiled and thought that maybe this would work. The trio got comfortable in the room with drinks, some music and talked about their days, their work and finally, he sat up and fixed a glance at her. "I owe you an apology." he began and the woman listened. "I was rather rude with you and you didn't deserve that treatment." The woman cocked her head to one side, trying to catch his eyes as he spoke. She stood and motioned for him to do so as well and they were face to face. "Tell me again," She whispered. "I want to see it in your eyes." His lover stare at them, knowing this is what she wanted. He closed his eyes as he took in another deep breath and looked right at her. All the air escaped him at that moment, he found her attractiveness a bit distracting and he smiled. She placed a finger under his chin and he met her gaze. "I'm sorry." He whispered, "For what I did to you, to both of you." She looked over at her love and nodded. "You were right. I did see something nice." Her love stood and hugged him. "Thank you." She whispered. Some drinks later, a bottle of wine empty and her mood swaying to the flirty side, she hopped on her lover's lap and began kissing him softly. Her companion came to sit on the couch beside them. "Any room here for me?" She said to them and her love leaned over to kiss her. She lay down across both their laps and looked at both of them. "I must be in heaven." She said softly to them. "You are both very important to me and seeing us all here together," She lost her breath at this point. Her lover rested his hand on her thigh and began teasing it lightly; while her companion leaned down to kiss her passionately. "I know." She whispered between kisses. "Sweetie?" She looked over to her lover. "Don't be shy." and she nudged her head toward her companion. The woman looked at him and smiled a grin that clearly hinted her interest in his affection. "She tells me you're a great kisser." She commented. "Prove it." He looked down at his love and saw her nod her acceptance and he leaned over and met the woman's lips for the first time. She watched as the two began making out and when the urge to breathe caught them, the woman let out a soft moan. The woman looked at her love and said, "I'm impressed." and kissed her, letting her hand search her body, caressing her with delicate touches. When she felt more hands on her she gasped lightly, he had began caressing her thigh again, letting his fingers explore her in her pose and he knew that this whole scene pleased her immensely. She reached for her companion's hand and placed it above her breast and the woman knew she wanted to raise the stakes a bit. He watched them as the woman pleased his lover and began feeling rather aroused. He leaned to one side and reached for the button of her jeans. His lover moaned at the many pleasant touches and affection she was receiving. Her plan was finally working. Her blouse fell loose around her and a racy and lacy bra was exposed to them, the woman let out an impressive moan and he looked at her body, eyes wide at the new bra she was wearing. He too liked it on her and reached a hand to feel it and her breast. The woman took up the other and she moaned at their touch. She managed to lean forward using her arms to hold herself up and the woman slipped a hand behind her back and with little effort the bra came loose. He took up a strap and pulled it off her arm and the woman took the other. She lay back down and smiled at them, breasts fully exposed and her excitement growing every passing moment. He leaned closer and took one of her hardening nipples in his mouth, licking it and teasing the areola while the woman toyed with the other, pinching it and tugging on it lightly. "I love her body." The woman whispered to him and he let go of his love's breast to look at her. "Weren't you working on the pants?" she giggled. He sat back up and returned to her jeans, undoing the zipper and slowly tugging on them. She took the hint and lifted her hips so he could remove them. No sooner had he tossed them aside, the woman slipped a hand down her love's abdomen and under her panties, feeling her soft patch of hair. For a moment he felt left out, with the woman's hand where it was, he could not reach over to his lover so he sat back and watch as the woman toyed with her. "Maybe the bed would be more inviting?" His lover whispered when she saw he could not reach her. The woman looked over at him and he noddedthen his lover sat up and kissed them both. She stood and began a teasing little strut towards the bedroom. He rose and offered a hand to the woman, who happily took it and they followed, hand in hand, smiling at the magnificent sight before them. CHAPTER 8 She sat down on the bed, one leg over another and watched the two who once they arrived, he spun her around and started making out with her once more. "Now, why is it," she tried to interrupt them, "that I'm the only woman here naked?" The woman seemed to have blushed for a moment when he let her go and when she looked back at him, she saw he was checking her out. "By all means." She whispered and waited for him to begin undressing her. "Do it seductively." His lover said suddenly. "I want to enjoy this." She watched him as he was told he could strip the woman and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. Facing her love once more, the woman waited for him to come around behind her and wrap his arms around her, his hands rose to find the first button of her blouse and his arms rested on her breasts while he worked his way down. "You feel good in my arms." He whispered softly in her ear as the last button released the fabric and he pulled the blouse back to let it fall off her body. She let slip a moan as she leaned her head against his, her eyes closed, feeling his passion. His lover moaned lightly as well, seeing how well he was treating the woman. Why be jealous? She thought to herself, this was my idea. She continued staring at them and it made her all the more excited. With a quick motion the woman's bra became detached and just as the blouse fell off, he made the bra come off just as sensually. He held her again, his arms around her waist and she leaned into him completely. He looked down over her shoulder and saw the shape of her breasts, the nipples that were erect and pointing outward, aching for any attention. "You look amazing." He said to her as he spun her around. He knelt and reached for her pants, undoing them with the ease he had had with his lover. When he was helping her out of them, the woman intentionally bent forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and his lover saw her teasing gesture she made with her ass. "Don't tease baby, bring that ass over here." She told her and the woman turned her head and winked at her. "Oh you're in trouble now." She exclaimed and the woman ran the few steps to the bed then with a hop climbed in beside her. He, surprised at the little burst of fun, stood silent, arms at his side and could do nothing. "Uh, ladies?" He said, interrupting their making out. His lover looked over at him while the woman continued to please her breast. "Hmm?" she mumbled. He stood with arms out-stretched, arms that were, just as he was... still clothed. "Did you forget something?" His lover shook her head, not realizing and moaned at her love's biting on her nipple. "Why am I still dressed?" He said with his arms on his hips and he watched the two stare back at him. Both women shrugged. His love kissed the woman on the cheek with a soft touch and she in turn looked back over at him. "You're a big boy, you can undress yourself." At once, while he was still shocked at what had happened, her face was turned and her lips met his lover's. He watched as the two women began giving into their passion and, after catching his breath, began to disrobe. What he was seeing before him was definitely arousing; maybe this was their plan all along. Finally completely nude and very erect, he crawled onto the bed and behind his lover. He began caressing her arm, first with his hand then kissing it as he watched the two enjoy each other. She felt him pressed against her, felt his excitement, his touch and his warm kisses and turned her head to meet his lips. With the woman freed, she lowered herself to her love's breasts and took up one between her teeth, biting down gently until a soft moan was heard. He felt the moan that erupted from within her as their lips pressed together in a sensual kiss. She reached over and behind her, letting her hand slip down and meet his erect cock and began toying with it while her companion continued teasing her breasts, one in hand and another on the edge of her tongue as she licked away at the stiff nipple. Her eyes finally met his and she leaned to get close to his ear. "Thank you." She whispered. 'Thank you for accepting her, for letting us enjoy this' she thought. He shuffled back and let his lover lay on her back, him still at her side and the companion on her other. Her hand remained on his cock and her companion shifted to top her, kissing her intensly and massaging one breast. He glanced down to watch her and saw her own breasts above hers. She did indeed look appealing and with a free hand, ran a finger down her back, feeling her soft skin. She looked over at him and leaned to kiss him as well, though not as passionately as she had kissed his lover, at least, not yet. "I love her taste." The woman whispered to him and slowly crawled down her body, giving her small kisses down her cleavage and stomach. She knew where she wanted to end up and her love welcomed her, parting her legs lightly and letting her get cozy because she knew she was in for a wild treat. She tugged harder on his cock and with a finger, motioned him to sit up higher on the bed. He too knew what she wanted and placed himself so he would be very near her wanting mouth. The woman, who was resting just above her love's pussy watched as she was about to take her man in her mouth and when she did so, her companion lashed at her clit, only once. His cock had barely entered her and she let out a gasp as her love began pleasuring her. He looked down at the woman between his lover's legs and she only grinned back at him. Again she managed to take his cock in her mouth and when she felt the base of it against her lips, the woman lowered her head and took up her clit in her mouth. The two both let out soft moans. 'Would this go on forever' she thought; could they endure the new intensity of this passion, the three of them, finally together. His lover was working him well, mouth, lips and hand teasing him and taunting his climax while her love did the same, her mouth and lips caressing her clit and two fingers that had slipped inside her, working her toward her own climax. His lover gave in first, the caresses against her g-spot had overwhelmed her and the shivers of her climax passed thru her and him as well as she had not let go if his cock still wrapped around her tongue in her mouth. The woman slapped lightly at her love's thigh, again a grin that hinted she was aching for some attention as well and she whispered to them. "My turn." They shifted spots and ended up in a bizarre triangle. He was at the edge of the bed while the woman held him down with her legs crossed over his back, and his lover knelt over the woman's head and leaned against the wall. He began lapping at the woman's aching clit, feeling her dampness with a finger that had felt her pussy lips. The woman reached up and cupped her love's ass with both hands and slowly, gently and teasingly ran her nails down making her arch and at once her mouth met her pussy once more. He glanced up to the woman's breasts and reached for one, teasing it for a moment then slipped his hand under her to grab at her ass as well; squeezing the flesh as best he could and her hips rose to welcome the affection and his tongue darted into her wanting pussy. For that tiny moment, he let it sit there, letting it absorb her taste, feeling the silkiness of her fluid on it and when he was satisfied with the feeling, used that dampness to lash at her clit. The sensation made her arch her body and she moaned a pleasant "Yes." His lover, with a little effort, lay down over the woman's body and tilted her head to see her man enjoying her companion. "Kiss me." She whispered and he looked up at her. She saw his lips glistening with her fluid and he reached up to meet her lips. She would also enjoy her taste by whatever means possible and then their tongues met; she let out another little moan and let him kiss her passionately. "More." She whispered and he returned to the woman's aching and now damp pussy. He let his tongue slip into her and again taking up her sweetness, slipped it out and kissed his lover once more. "Do you want her?" She asked after letting out a sudden gasp as the woman had slipped a finger inside her again. He nodded. "I want you both. Not just her." His lover smiled and as he watched her, it was a smile he had never seen. He stared at her for that moment and saw for the first time, a new sense of happiness within her. The moment was cut short with another gasp as the woman found her love's g once more and pressed on it. The woman let out a groan as he shifted away from her leg lock she held him in and he stood at the end of the bed once more, still watching the two women before him. His love rose up off her lover's stomach and climbed off her as well. "I want you to have him first." She told her and told her to sit up. She stared over at him and both blushed and smiled as her love climbed around behind her to help her slip down the bed a little bit. Once more he climbed on the bed and still resting between the woman's legs, began kissing his way up her body. Snuggling into her love's arms and this man's affection on her skin, she sank back and moaned pleasantly. When he approached her breasts, his lover helped him by cupping them and holding the nipples at his mouth, letting him take them to please as he wished. Her light squeezes on them and his soft kisses sent shivers thru her as the two held her and pleased her. Leaning back and meeting her lips, his lover rested her head on her companion's shoulder and watched, still smiling and when he was satisfied with her kiss, reached over to kiss his love just as intensely. The act was so seamless, nestled in passion of his kiss and her inhale drew the breath out of him as he entered her. His making love to her was very passionate and he treated her as he would treat his lover. She saw this in his actions, felt her shivers and moans as her companion rested in her arms and against her body. She watched him make love to her love and again, she did not feel any pang of jealousy. She was enjoying this moment while her arm were wrapped around her love and toyed with one breast with her fingertips. Her companion rested her head back on her love's shoulder as the waves of her climax began surging thru her body and her love held her to feel it with her. He gave her her climax and she gasped loudly, squeezing herself against the rigid cock deep inside her. "Oh god." She exhaled as she nestled in her love's arms after he had kissed her passionately. "I told you." She giggled and kissed her temple, letting the last of the waves of pleasure pass. Though it started off well as his lover had worked him up good, he managed to hold back and save some energy for his lover. He would not let her miss out on the fun. Thru soft kisses he whispered to her, "Now, I need you." She only moaned "Mmm Hmmm" and they switched positions again. On hands and knees, she came over to him and asked, "Where do you want me baby?" He looked down at her, at the arch in her back, at her ass raised slightly and smiled wide. "Just like that, right here." Her eyes widened to match her smile and she looked down at her love that had crawled up to take her previous spot. "I totally agree." Their companion said and opened her legs a bit, inviting her love to rest between them. With one hand, he held her hip, a thumb caressed her ass lightly and another was lowered to her pussy, one that teased its warm and damp lips with a finger and when he felt how ready she was, let himself slip into her. Every thrust of his passion nudged her more and more into her companion's pussy as her tongue snaked in and out of her and around her clit. She would finally enjoy her taste now and basked in the pleasure she was receiving on both ends. They each, one by one, the companion then her love, then he, reached their orgasms. The woman came first, holding her love's head lightly not wanting her to stop her lashing at her clit. Then his lover finally gave into his intense passion and enveloped his stiff cock with her own orgasm. And he, after all the teasing and pleasuring of two women, could no longer hold back and he let his warmth fill his lover completely. His final thrusts making the two women shiver as their first night of passion progressed. It was he who collapsed first however and he came to lie beside them, while his lover climbed atop her love and snuggled into her embrace. The two women faced him and he them as they all relaxed to catch their breath. Silence was all that covered them and the moment was perfect. Perfect in her eyes, in her heart, her hope came true. "I love you." His lover whispered and when he replied the same, their companion looked up at her. "Can I love him too?" They looked at each other, unsure of how to respond, and suddenly, neither of them smiled. They both knew that this could come up, hoped it would not but had not truly prepared for it. "Maybe." His lover whispered as he looked at her then back at him. "In time." He added. She kissed her companion gently. "Is that okay?" She stared right into her eyes and nodded. His lover looked at him and nodded as well. He kissed his lover very passionately and whispered another "I love you." while his hand caressed her cheek. "You're welcome to be with us at any time." He whispered to the woman and she smiled a genuine heartfelt smile then he kissed her just as passionately. Shift Work Pt. 04 CHAPTER 9 The woman companion stayed the night as they were pleasantly exhausted and she returned home the following day. Before her leave, she hugged them both and thanked them for the amazing night they spent and looked forward to their next meeting. "You can't tell me you didn't like how this turned out." She told him shortly after and his smile was all the proof she needed to know that her idea of the threesome would be wonderful and she loved him so much that she knew it would be best to share and not keep secrets from each other. The time had come when he realized he should have been called back to work but with the desire to stay home with his love, he cared little that he was not called in. "They'll call me if they need me I suppose." He told her. She too didn't care and enjoyed his presence at home. . . . All was forgiven between them and life returned to their normal ways but the sudden phone call at five in the morning was brutal. She soon came to realize, after pounding her fist on the alarm clock that it was not that that had been ringing. Still in a state of half-drowse, she reached for the phone and answered it with an equally drowsy "Hello?" Hearing her love's name on the line she dropped the phone on his chest and mumbled, "For you." and resumed her comfortable posture to sleep once more. He took it up and listened. "Mm hmm," a pause, "alright." another pause. "Yeah." And the phone hit the floor. "Who was that?" She mumbled in her pillow. "It was work." "You have to go in?" She asked, and turned her head to look at him. "No." He told her, still in shock at the news and staring blankly at the ceiling. "They let me go." He whispered. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest and whispered. "I'm sorry." He began caressing her hair, letting its silkiness tease his fingers, bringing him back to the now. "It's alright, we hated that place anyway." "What now?" She asked him. He leaned his head down as much as he could reach and whispered, "This." and he kissed her. Moments later, he commented, "You win." The End. Shift Work John withdrew from Isabella's pussy. "Eat her out," he ordered his son, which he was forced dutifully to do. A huge creamy white load dripped lowly out, Steve feeling a mixture of jealousy and lust, disgust and the greatest fulfilment of his life. Sticking his tongue deep inside her, the get out and swallow that last few drops, Isabella had one more orgasm, gushing pussy juices on to Steve's face. All three rested silently, each knowing that something very significant had just happened and their lives would never be the same again.