0 comments/ 47817 views/ 18 favorites His Secret By: HisLoverGrace It was a week before Christmas as I laid in my bedroom reading a magazine made for teenage girls with boyfriend problems. Typical. My mom and new step dad Mark went out a few hours ago to get a Christmas tree, along with a few last minute groceries and gifts. The air was chilly and stale as light breezes came in through the screen, making me shiver as I was wearing just a black tank top and red shorts, typical night clothes no matter what the temperature was outside. Closing the window with a light bang, I resumed reading the magazine I carelessly threw across the bed. Nothing was really that interesting to me as I fingered through the pages, it was just something to do, and I was bored out of my mind. I heard the door downstairs open and close, assuming it was mom and Mark home already, I ignored it. Soon it was quiet, that is until I heard sharp knocks against my door, to soft to be my mother's, yet to hard to be Mark's. I grumbled annoyingly as I realized who it was. Mark's nineteen year old son and my new step brother Matt. He was home for break much like I was. Except he got out a week late due to his finals running slow, I had been off four days already. It was nice without dealing with his comments and jabs towards me attending a local school and not a State University like him. The knocks continued as I huffed. I really didn't want to deal with his shit right now, and I dreaded coming into a fake happy family conversation with him at dinner. "Be right there!" I called. Shoving the magazine under the pillows and straightening up my bed. "Lisa, let me in, now!" his voice was gruff and dangerous, I rolled my eyes as I answered the door, I hated Matt more than I had ever disliked anyone, it was obvious he didn't like me much either. "Yes, brother dear? How may I be of service to you this fine evening?" I almost lost it as his light blue eyes grew to a dark sapphire and his arms flexed, he was pissed off and I found it hilarious. "Let me in your goddamn room!" he slammed the door open, barely crushing my hand that could've been wedged in the door if I hadn't moved it. "Congratulations, you're in my room, mission accomplished, see ya." I said motioning to the door. He chuckled a dark laugh and laid on my bed, he was not phased by my now foul mood he put me in. "Where's my dad and Sarah?" he asked, kicking off his Jordan sneakers and propped his hands behind his head, as if he had no intention of leaving. "Christmas shopping. Now will you leave?" he avoided the question. "When did they leave?" "Just an hour ago. Get out." "When will they be back?" I glanced at him stupidly. "Oh, I get it, you're just here to annoy me. Does it look like I fucking know what time they'll be home, Matt? Am I with them? No." His dark brown hair fell in his sapphire colored eyes and he smirked at me, it made my stomach flip and twist, still laying on my bed, he propped himself up to a sitting position, his muscles working against his white t-shirt. The material tight against his toned frame, he worked out down the basement frequently and had many girlfriends, each one sluttier than the next, in short, Matt was raw sexuality and we both knew it. "Why are you staring at me?" I asked as his eyes never left mine. I licked my lips subconsciously eyeing him up and down. "I should be asking you the same question." "What do you want Matt?" I let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at him tiredly. "You don't like me do you?" he asked. In all seriousness, it threw me off guard. "Never have, never will." I replied, crossing my arms against my chest. "I don't think I like you either, in fact, I can't fucking stand you. You, the little slut who is the bane of my existence, and you're fucking mother? She just sits there and watches you act like a little fucking angel around her and my father. I bet you want his cock too." I leaned against the door frame confused, where the hell did that come from? "Matt, I'm not a whore. Maybe you should check your ex's before you accuse me of being what I'm not. Or better yet, you can leave my room, and take my mother out of your fucking mouth." Is he trying to piss me off? The next thing I knew, he stood up, and walked in front of me. His hands pushing me further against the frame of the door. I seethed as he leaned his lips against my ear. "What do you mean not a whore? Do you just like dressing like a little fucking slut to get my attention?" "W-what are you talking about?" I twisted away from his face, my breathing shook as his lips worked against my neck and collar bone, his tongue slid against my pulse. "Look at me when I speak to you." I locked my eyes to his as his hands wound under my tank top rubbing my thin stomach. Nails digging into the sensitive skin as I shivered involuntarily against him. I felt something stirring inside of me as he picked me up effortlessly and placed me on the bed, himself on top of me as he rubbed my thighs. "Oh...god." Matt's skillful fingers worked my weak spot as he expertly moved his fingers down to my underwear, they were soaked as he inhaled my scent and growled. "I knew it. You fucking whore, I knew you wanted me." I whimpered as he ripped down my underwear and shorts in one motion, exposing myself to him fully. He kissed me hungrily as his fingers slammed inside my tight pussy. I screamed into his lips as he took his fingers out of me, a bit of blood stuck to them as my juices dripped against his knuckles. He sucked them clean and it made me squirm. What was going on with me? "Wanna know something Leese?" His eyes loomed my exposed flesh as he hiked up my shirt, placing kisses from my navel to my chest. I tried so hard not to moan his name. I found myself craving him. This is wrong...so fucking wrong. "What?" I found myself asking, although my voice sounded unknown, so weak, so frail, and so vulnerable. "I scream your name when I fuck my girls." He whispered against my stomach, was he the same kid who said he couldn't stand me a few minutes ago? My head was in a whirlwind of emotions, sick satisfaction lingered as he pleasured my body in ways I couldn't. I was no stranger to climax and orgasm, having been masturbating since I was ten, it was inevitable, but Matt took me to a whole new euphoria. "Suck my cock." he muttered against my lips as he bit down against the flesh. I tasted the metallic coppery taste of blood. I positioned myself on my knees and took out his length, he was huge. Eight inches at best. I popped the head in and out, hearing his breathing quicken as he ripped his fingers through my hair. "You're so much better than my cheerleader sluts." he groaned as I slipped deeper, saliva dripping down my chin as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. "Gag." he replied, slamming my face down on his dick, with one quick move, his balls hit my chin, he was moaning loud as he thrusted harder in and out of my lips. "You really are a cock whore, I knew it just by looking at you." he mumbled, I felt him tighten, bracing myself for his release when he held my head in place. "Don't. Move. I'm cumming." he ground out. A minute later, he shot spurt after spurt of cum down my throat, he rode out his orgasm in my mouth as I felt myself grow dizzy. He withdrew his softening member from my throat as a mixture of cum and spit trailed down my chin and neck. He kissed my forhead sweetly before pulling up his pants and grabbing his sneakers. He looked at me heavy lidded as we heard fumbling downstairs. "Lisa! We're home and we have a Christmas tree! If Matt's home tell him to come bring the bins down from the attic." "Okay, mom!" I called, looking to Matt in nervousness. I side stepped him as he pulled me back against my wrist. "Don't think I'm done with you yet little girl, when our parents are sleeping, I'll be back to finish up. Maybe if you're good, you'll get to cum in return." I nodded mutely and exited the room with Matt grabbing Christmas ornaments, I sighed watching my mother and Mark putting up the tree. What world did I step into? His Secret is Out I was surprised to scroll through the Story Idea thread and see you had posted a fantasy interest that you had. Of course this made me stop and think. . .I've just got to indulge you, turn you on a little, even be a bit out there and off the wall. . . at least it would be a challenge, and so I wrote this. . .for you. **** Brad hurried home, the sound of his wife's voice still playing in his mind. Her voice had been crisp and even, curt really. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong, but it was obvious that he was to come straight home and not bother stopping off at the bar for a drink. Normally, Beth wasn't too concerned about when Brad got him. She knew he'd be there when he got there, but today was different and he sensed she was livid. He walked into the house and called out for his wife of thirty years. She didn't answer him and for a moment he felt a wave of panic wash over him. Had she left him? But why. . .he'd not done anything wrong. He'd never cheated on her, or hit her, he was the picture perfect husband and their marriage was something Norman Rockwell would have loved to capture on paper. Just as he was about to walk down the hall and call for her again, he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hey babe, what's up?" he asked, tossing his sports coat on the coach. He saw her eyes glare at him and he took several steps back. "What is it?" he asked. "I found this," she told him, tossing a small object at his chest. Brad caught it and then swallowed the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat. "Let me explain. . ." "Explain what?" She stood at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips and her blue eyes locked with his. "Explain to me that for the last few years you've been playing online with folks, exchanging photos and phone calls. . ." "Beth. . .I. . ." "No Brad, you listen, if that's what you want that's fine, but you'll not be doing it behind my back." "It's not what I want. It's . . .I don't know Beth. I can't explain it." "Well, how about I take a stab at it. You want someone else. Hey. . . I know I've gotten old, put on some pounds, but that's not the problem is it. What you want is upstairs " She turned around and headed back up the steps she'd stomped down. Brad followed her, confusion and despair etched on his features. "Beth, what do you mean?" he asked, wondering if she meant all the time he'd been spending on the computer with his online friends, or if she meant the type of friends he was chatting with. . .men. "Come on, HornyDude." He cringed as she called him by his chat name. Brad walked down the hall of their two-story Victorian home and stopped when Beth opened their bedroom door. He took a deep breath, not quite sure what he would find when he walked in. Would his suitcase be on the bed, packed and ready for him to take it, or had she taken scissors to their photos and cut him out of them? With a heavy sigh and the weight of the situation dragging his shoulders down, Brad walked into the room where he and Beth had made love many times. "Sit down," she demanded, pointing to a chair he recognized as one of the eight that belonged to the dining room furniture. "Not like that " she yelled as Brad moved to sit on the chair, like any normal person would. "How?" he asked, not quite comprehending what she wanted. "Don't be a jackass; strip and straddle it," she demanded. Brad eyed her questionably. "Beth what's going on?" he asked. "Do it or so help me God, I walk out of here right now and take you to the cleaners." Her arms were crossed and her jaw clenched tight. He quickly shed his clothing, knowing full well she was serious. Her father was one of the most sought after Lawyers in the city and her Grandfather still held sway in the Judicial System, even though he was retired. "You're sure about this?" he asked when the last of his clothing had been removed. "Do I look like I'm joking?" "No. . . I. . ." Brad said nothing else. He shrugged his shoulder and straddled the expensive antique chair. "Now what?" he asked. "Now I'm going to talk and your going to sit there and listen." Brad sighed. He would never have walked out on her. He wanted to explain what he'd been doing online, but she had yet to give him a chance, or at least he hadn't yet been given a lot of time to come up with a good excuse. His azure eyes tracked his wife's movements. He watched her move to the closet where she pulled out a black bag. When she turned back to him, his eyes grew wide and he started to rise from the chair. "Sit down Brad," she hissed. "Beth, I don't know what your thinking, but. . ." "I'm thinking half of everything and alimony too. . ." He quickly sat back down and remained in the position he'd been instructed to take, while his wife bound his ankles to the chair's legs and his arms to the wooden posts that served as the chair's back. "You're too far up," she told him and he turned his head to look back at her. "Too far up?" "Yeah, scoot your ass back." Brad shifted in his seat, but eventually heard her mutter "perfect"; he then shook his head, not quite understanding what his wife was thinking. She returned to the closet and the black bag and then dawning filled Brad's wide eyes. "Beth. . .you need to calm down and take a moment to think about this." "Think about what?" she said. He watched her hand grip the peach colored phallus harder as she moved toward him. Her other hand held a bottle of what he assumed was lubricant. "Should I think about it for years. . .should I sit up here at my desk and imagining that I'm you and I'm getting off, but never do anything, just dream. . .nah. . .I think it's time we play Brad. I mean after all, I'm not enough anymore, so maybe. . .maybe you aren't enough for me either." "Beth you're upset. . .you need to. . ." "Brad your mouth is running too damn much. How about I find something else for you to concentrate on." He furrowed his brow and then groaned when she left him alone in the room. The sound of a door opening and then closing was all Brad heard, until a few minutes had passed, then he heard Beth's footsteps. His face paled, when another pair, a much heavier pair of steps could be made out behind his wife's. Is her Dad here? He thought and then prayed that wasn't the case, but he was merely hearing things. He struggled with his bindings and then stopped when he heard her laughter. "Did you forget I was a Girl Scout? We were taught about knots too, just like the Cubs were," she said. He gauged her voice to be just inside the room and when he turned his head he could make out her long legs as well as those that belonged to the mystery footsteps. "Who the fuck is that?" Brad growled. He felt his anger rising as well as his embarrassment. Beth had never been like this; then again she felt cheated and she was beyond her normal sweet and calm demeanor. "This is James. . .You know James, don't you?" Brad swallowed. "James? You mean. . ." "Yeah, that James. See I found out your dirty little secret a few weeks ago and thought why not see how badly you really want this. Since you have spent hours and hours chatting it up with one person more than another, I figured, what the fuck, let's bring good ol' James into the mix." "Brad," James's voice filled the room. Brad felt his pulse race and his mind began to cloud with disbelief, fear, and lust. "James, I'm sorry man. . .this was never supposed to happen. I mean. . ." "What do you mean?" the other man asked as he walked over to Brad and stood in front of him. "You mean you're a cock tease?" "No. . .I. . .Fuck James, this was all fantasy. You and I. . . I never would have cheated on Beth." "But see Brad," Beth said, "you were cheating on me when you refused to let me in on your little kink. So now I'm coming in the backdoor, but I hold all the cards." Brad closed his eyes and then opened them when he heard James kick off his shoes. He watched as the young man undressed and sat on the bed. His hand idly played with his cock. "You like that?" Beth asked and then moved to stand next to James. "You like watching him stroke himself?" Her hand shoved James's out of the way and she began to stroke the hardening meat. "What about me? Do you like watching me get this man off? A man you wanted to fuck, but I'm the one touching him?" She laughed and then moved her head down as if she were going to cover the swelling rod with her warm, wet mouth. Brad felt his cock twitch and then turned his head away. "Beth, you've proved your point; now let me go." "No I haven't," she said and left James's dick alone. "Look at me Brad," she ordered. He gritted his teeth and turned his head back to his wife. He knew what was coming, but it still amazed him that she would strip in front of another man. Her body was soon on display for the both of them and Brad saw James's cock jerk in response to the round tits, the soft belly and the freshly shaved pussy. "You like?" Beth asked; the question Brad knew was not directed toward him. "Definitely," James said and then slipped his hand over Beth's ass. "Thanks," she said with a smile and the voice that she often had when she blushed. He glared at the two of them, but said nothing as Beth walked to a table by the door. When she returned she sat on the bed beside James. "I think its time," she told the two men. Brad sighed. "Great, I'm glad you've come to your senses and. . ." "Oh no babe, you're so not out of the woods yet. You have a fantasy to provide for this young gentleman and I'm here to make sure he gets what he's been promised," Beth replied and then ran the phallus between her generous bosom. "Huh?" Brad questioned and then understanding filled his face. "I told you Beth, it was only a fantasy. . .not. . ." "No Brad, today it's for real. Now, James is more than ready and since your mouth hasn't stopped running since you got home, I'm sure your dying for something to drink." Brad glanced at James and saw that he was indeed ready. He then looked back at his wife, who was twirling the artificial cock back and forth across her clit. "Alimony. . .and publicity. . .I bet you'd be ruined." Brad opened his mouth and felt James's cock slide in. At first he tried to ignore the full member that was rubbing across the top of his tongue, but the reality of the situation finally hit him and he focused on the man he'd been cyber fucking for the last few months. He rolled his tongue over the man's cock head whenever he would pull it out and then when James grabbed the back of his head and thrust deeper, Brad growled. "Yeah, ohh fuck Brad, that feels good," James moaned and increased the tempo, until Beth whispered for them to slow down. Brad looked over and saw that his wife was pushing the cock in and out of her pussy, while her other hand toyed with her clit. James slowed down and Brad went back to sucking his friend off. He felt the rush of blood in the swollen veins and concentrated on the sensation. He urged the blood to flow up and then down; his cheeks sank in as he drew pre cum from the slit. The oily substance was like a balm to the dry throat that Beth had known he had. "Ready?" Beth's voice whispered next to his ear and he blushed when he realized he'd been concentrating on James's dick and not on his wife. "See Brad. . . see how bad you are. You want that cock more than me. Well, baby you can have it. . .you can have it and more." Brad felt globs of gel being squeezed against his ass cheeks. The liquid slid lazily over his anal passage and he pulled his mouth from James's cock. "No Beth, that's going too far." He couldn't believe what she was thinking, but his thoughts were ripped back to James's pleasure when he felt the young man's fingers grab his salt and pepper hair. Brad opened his mouth and took the saliva and pre cum-coated shaft. He then closed his eyes when he felt Beth's slim fingers begin to separate his ass cheeks. The phallus tip was soon placed between his tight cheeks and he knew it was covered in her pussy juice as well as more lube. Thank God for that, he thought to himself. "Go slow," James whispered and Brad heard Beth's, "I will." Brad again said a silent "Thank you" and then moaned as he felt the invasion of his virgin ass. The phallus moved in slowly, and he knew Beth was giving him time to adjust to its girth. He sighed against James's cock and heard the man mutter, "Yeah." Brad concentrated on the feel of the dick in his mouth and the fake one that was easing itself back out of his rear. He was surprised to find himself pushing his ass backwards in hopes to reclaim the toy. "Brad. . .this is hot," Beth's voice seemed to call out to him through a thick fog. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was rubbing her pussy while she fucked him with the cock. His tongue circled around James's manhood and then he felt the man retreating. He gazed in disappointment until he was gifted with James's hand cradling his shaved balls. "Take them," Beth said, her voice raspy and thick with lust. Brad didn't argue, he was too far gone and the hunger for James's testicles was too great. He opened his mouth and felt the young man shoving his package into the warm recess. He rolled the twin spheres back and forth, letting them scrap the sides of his teeth, before lovingly sucking on them with vigorous pulls. His ass fucking had slowly begun to build up speed and he thrust himself back for more. Whenever Beth would retract the phallus he would moan in frustration. His cock ached and he wanted to have it stroked and rubbed, but he didn't feel it was his right to get off. His hard-on was part of his punishment. . .though the feelings he was experiencing with James in his mouth and Beth fucking him with the dildo was anything but punishing. "My cock," James demanded and before Brad could respond he lost the luscious taste of his friend's testicles, but was rewarded with the slap of a cock against his cheeks. "Ohh fuck yeah," Beth moaned. "Hit him again." Brad lifted his face. His cock jerked as James slapped his dick back and forth against Brad's cheeks. "Ohhh... ohhh fuck Brad, this is wonderful," Beth hissed and he knew from the way her voice was growing more feverish that she was fucking herself with two if not three fingers. James soon had enough, because Brad felt his head being pulled again by James's hand and he opened his mouth to accept the man's meat. He sucked it hard as Beth began to ram the phallus in and out of his ass as if it were him fucking her slick pussy. There was no holding back James's release and when the first volley of come shot into his mouth, Brad swallowed it. A second stream filled his cheeks and he savored the taste, before he drank the liquid silk. James then pulled out and shot the final stream on Brad's eager lips and it dripped down his chin. Beth continued the steady mind-numbing thrusts and then nodded for James to jerk Brad off. A sigh of pleasure escaped the older man as his come sprayed the antique chair and his cyber lover's hand. When Beth pulled the phallus from his well-fucked hole a groan was pulled from his come-soaked throat. He watched with lust-glazed eyes as his two tormenters moved away. Beth he knew had come. He vaguely recalled hearing her squeal her climax. He watched her slip her skirt back on and then her sweater as James pulled on a pair of boxers and picked up a robe from somewhere next to the bed. "Beth, that was. . ." Brad stopped talking and simply shook his head. "Yeah it was," she agreed and then bent down to kiss his lips. "Next time you think I'm not enough. . .just try me," she whispered. "Dinner?" she said turning to James. "Sure," he answered, then looked down at Brad. "You want me to undo the ropes?" "Nah. . . I have more things I plan on doing to him, right after we eat." Brad moaned, but said nothing as he stared at the black bag. His imagination conjured up all the fantasies he had online and knew that almost all of them were on the little flash disk. His Secret Passion When John and Linda entered the dimly lit lounge they searched for Linda's boss, Gregory, who they finally saw sitting on a loveseat with a drink in his hand. He waved them over. He had Linda sit beside him and pointed John to an overstuffed chair across from him. John was nervous amidst the ostentatious surroundings; chandeliers, beamed-ceilings, and businessmen wearing two-thousand dollar suits; he was a working-class guy who'd never known anyone with 'real money', let alone been to an exclusive country club bar. John had met Gregory at the company Christmas party and was impressed with his quiet elegance and sophistication, and even though Gregory was twenty-five years older than he, John envied his handsome face, chiseled body, and his ease and comfort around women. He had an Alpha-type personality; a man admired and respected by everyone. When he spoke, people truly stopped what they were doing to listen. He was the President and CEO of Linda's company, and John felt a certain pride that he was considering his wife for a major promotion. He was now more proud and impressed with his own wife for being able to associate with this crowd of important people and to not show any signs of nervousness, or a sense that she didn't belong here. To become a member at this club, it was rumored that if your net worth was less than a hundred million dollars they wouldn't even consider you. They hadn't been seated ten seconds when a girl about John's age appeared with two glasses of wine. He would have preferred a beer, but Linda had told him not to embarrass her. He took the wine from the smiling girl and sipped at it as he watched and listened to Linda and Gregory. Their conversation was mostly business-talk, and it bored him. He sat back and tried to keep a pleasant smile on his face as he drank the wine. Finally, after his glass had been refilled twice, he began to relax. His head gladly drifted in fog as he admired his wife's cleavage in her low cut dress. Suddenly a strange sensation overtook him: earlier, he'd thought nothing of it when Gregory had put his arm around his wife and stroked her shoulder, but now it seemed he had pulled her closer to him, and when she laughed, she leaned into him even tighter. Then once—then twice, Gregory kissed her on the cheek and forehead, but even worse, Gregory's hand was now resting on her bare thigh lightly rubbing her silky flesh. What the hell is going on here? The young man wondered to himself. Suddenly they stood and Linda announced to her husband: "C'mon, we're going to Gregory's house...you're going to follow behind us...." And off they went. John had no choice but to walk swiftly to keep up with their pace. Both cars were already waiting in front. Before John could say a word Linda climbed into Gregory's car and soon they took off speeding. John had to drive fast to catch-up to them before they lost him entirely; he had no idea where Gregory lived. "I hope we're doing the right thing..." Linda said with uncertainty in her voice. "How long can you live like this?" Gregory asked. "You're a high-powered business woman married to a teenage wimp—a boy you don't even love—a boy who can only be a drag on your career...darling, you deserve the best and I'm going to see that you get it." Just then they stopped at a traffic light and Gregory took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips. Watching from the car behind them, John saw their faces pressed together and once again wondered: What the hell is going on here? When Gregory stepped on the accelerator, he smiled and decided to play a game with the young boy; he'd drive like he was trying to lose him; he figured John, after watching them kiss at the traffic light would be beside himself and would drive like a maniac to stay up with them. "Gregory," Linda said as she rested her head on his shoulder, "he's not a teenager—he's twenty-one...." He chuckled and replied, "Oh yeah that's right—you're officially not robbing the cradle anymore—he's finally reached the age of consent." That brought a small laugh from Linda's lips. "You know, like I said before, I really don't know what I was thinking...I mean, yeah, sure—he's the cutest thing I'd ever seen and I really was hot for him, but...." "But you're a grown woman—nine-years older than him—and now you want a real man who can put out that raging fire in your pussy...you had your fun with him but you're an adult now and it's time to move on to adult fun...and from what you said, his tiny prick could never give you what you need..." "I swear," she said, "his dick is so small I feel sorry for him...I mean, at least he was good with his hands and mouth, but a woman needs...well, you know...." "Yeah," he chuckled. "A woman needs a man's cock inside her—not a little boy's dick...darling, your dirty talk has gotten me hard—rub my cock--squeeze my cock for me." She was now accustomed to following his orders. They started their affair a month earlier, and now she knew what was expected of her: obedience, pure and simple. He was her boss in and out of the office; and best of all, his commands thrilled her in a way her husband never could—he was demanding and forceful--her pussy flooded whenever he spoke to her that way. Her small hand caressed the length and girth of his manhood. His wonderful cock that had given her so much enjoyment; and so many orgasms in the short time they'd been together. They were at another stop light when he said: "Let's have a little fun with needle-dick...put your head in my crotch, baby...give my cock a kiss---he'll wonder what his sweet wife is doing---I guarantee, he won't believe his own eyes." Linda lowered her face to his crotch and breathed the musky smell from his cock and balls. She pressed her full lips on the outline of his cock inside his slacks. She swooned as his manly aroma completely engulfed her senses. John watched wide-eyed as the silhouette of his wife's head disappeared from his view. What the hell? John thought to himself. WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING? When the light turned green Gregory sped off. They were close to his house, and he wanted that last image ingrained in the boys mind. John parked the car behind Gregory's Jag and watched in disbelief as the older man and his wife walked arm-in-arm towards the front door. He didn't like what he had seen all night, and now he was trembling; his nerves on edge; he feared a confrontation with his wife's boss was inevitable. He ran the short distance to the door. Once inside, Gregory's wealth and taste was obvious. John gasped out loud at the expensive furnishings. Dark colors; deep leather sofa, loveseat and chairs. This was a 'man-cave' he envied; one he knew he would never have. Linda, on the other hand, had already been there several times. She had grimaced at first sight; then in subsequent trips made mental notes of softening the color scheme, and replacing the leather with something more appealing, more feminine. She had envisioned the shopping spree she'd have once she and Gregory married. "Johnny-boy," Gregory's voice boomed, "Go pour us some wine over there..." John saw where he'd pointed and walked to a large, ornate liquor and wine cabinet. Everything in the house was expensive wood and professionally crafted. To his consternation, Linda and Gregory sat side-by-side on the couch; their thighs touching. John settled into a very comfortable leather chair directly across from them. They spoke of work, and other people at work. John remained silent. They laughed and gazed into each other's eyes...it was painfully obvious to the boy that his wife was very close to this man. They talked as though he wasn't even there. Then it happened: during one brief silence they leaned into each other and kissed on the lips. John's blood boiled-over. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Gregory gave him a sharp look of disapproval at being interrupted. "Sit there and be quiet, Johnny-boy—adults are having a conversation here..." Gregory's voice had a dark, threatening tone. It scared John—he sat in silence and watched them set down their wine glasses. They openly embraced before him. Their kisses grew more passionate. Suddenly, Gregory's hand caressed his wife's breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. His strong hand kneaded the supple mounds drawing gasps and groans from his wife. "STOP IT---I'M RIGHT HERE DAMNIT---STOP IT!!" the boy shouted and leapt from his chair and lunged at Gregory. John was no fighter. He wasn't prepared for the older man's quick reflexes. Gregory pushed himself up with his legs while at the same time hurling a vicious punch to John's mid-section. The boy collapsed to his knees and fought for air; Gregory's large hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off any chance for oxygen. John sputtered and coughed; the hand around his neck squeezed even tighter. He really thought he was going to suffocate to death. Gregory spoke to him inches away; his handsome face contorted into an ugly and menacing scowl. "Little boy," he began. "You are going to sit here and watch how a real man pleasures a woman...I am going to have my way with your wife and you're going to watch every second of it...if you try to stop me, I will cause you more pain than you've ever felt in your miserable little life...I'm going to fuck your wife before your very eyes...." Through his choking and wheezing for oxygen, John had heard every word and became more frightened than he'd ever known. His confusion and fear left him paralyzed; he knew he was no match for this crazy, strong man. Then Gregory continued: "Johnny-boy, take your clothes off—I may want your assistance when I ravish your wife..." WHAT? His mind screamed. "No, I can't do that...." he whined. Suddenly Gregory's hand gripped John's tie and he yanked upwards, the tie closed tight around his neck; the man almost lifted John off his knees with the tie around his neck. The boy's mind reeled with abject shock—the crazy man was going to strangle him to death with his own tie. John's hands clawed at the noose around his neck. Just before he thought he would black-out, Gregory loosened his grip on the tie. "When I tell you to do something you are going to say, "Yes, Sir," then do it immediately...I'm not going to repeat myself again—TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!" The boy's instinct for self-preservation kicked-in; he couldn't take any more pain and he realized there was no way out of this. Maybe if he went along he would survive the night intact. "Y-Yes, S-Sir..." he said and began undressing. And as he took his clothes off, he heard his wife snicker and he snuck a glance only to see a self-satisfied smirk on her face that hurt him much more deeply than Gregory's physical violence. "Sit straight-up on your knees...clasp your hands behind your neck...spread your knees further apart—they should be pointing outwards at an angle...yes, very good..." Gregory said as John shed the bikini briefs, his last remaining vestige of modesty. He was now totally nude in front of his wife and her boss. He could feel his genitals hanging obscenely between his legs. Tears clouded his eyes: he was forced to pose before them in what he considered to be the most submissive and humiliating position possible. He didn't know why they were doing this to him; all he knew for sure was he wanted it to end. Suddenly, Gregory knelt on the floor behind him; John felt the man's large hands caressing his back, then they reached around him and stroked his chest and breasts. He refused to admit to himself that the hands massaging him felt wonderful. Gregory dropped his right hand down and began caressing the boy's buttocks. Kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. His other hand pinched John's nipples; Gregory alternated between nipples and squeezed and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. The boy closed his eyes and desperately fought against the sensual touches of another man. His penis had begun to stir, and the last thing in the world he wanted was to show these two that he could become aroused by a man. When Gregory's hand dropped lower still, and his finger suddenly came in contact with the boy's anus, John tried to close his legs together. "Do not move..." Gregory whispered in his ear. "...stay as you are, or I will take your tiny balls in my hand and crush them until you pass out from the pain...." The hair on the boy's neck stood straight in abject fear of having this crazy man squeeze his balls with his vise-like grip. John closed his eyes when he felt the man's finger begin to massage the area from his anus to perineum. Softly; oh-so tantalizingly slow. The boy's penis began to rise. The attention to his nipples and anus were too much; he soon had a full-blown erection—his humiliation was complete. Suddenly, Gregory removed his hands and rejoined Linda on the couch. The boy felt their burning gaze as they stared at his crotch. And then the verbal abuse started, just as he knew it would. "Amazing..." said Gregory. "Do you feel anything at all when he sticks that little thing inside you?" Linda chuckled and said bitterly: "Are you kidding? What is there to feel? Your finger feels bigger inside me than that thing...." Don't they know I'm right here, the boy wondered incredulously. Don't they realize I can hear every word they're saying.... His wife laughed then continued: "You want to hear something funny? One night I caught him measuring himself in the bathroom..." "What was he doing?" Gregory asked. She giggled as she told the story: "The door was open just far enough for me to see him...he didn't think I was there...he thought I was still watching tv...anyway, he had a tape measure...I watched him measure it from the base to the tip, and then, if that isn't funny enough—he wrapped the tape around his dick and measured the diameter, too...I had to run out of the room so he couldn't hear me laughing...and to answer your question—no, I can't feel a thing when he sticks that needle-dick inside me." When their laughter died down, Gregory said: "Look at me, boy!" John raised his eyes and through cloudy vision looked at Gregory. He wanted to die—he wanted to run away and hide and never see these two inhuman creatures ever again. He wanted to break down and cry, but he refused to give them the satisfaction. "So, needle-dick, just how small are you? Tell us your measurements...what is your length and girth?" Gregory sneered in the boy's horror-stricken face. When John was slow to respond, Gregory leaned in closer and threatened the boy: "Needle-dick, I will tell you this just one more time: when I ask a question—you will answer immediately—when I tell you to do something—you will not hesitate...if you make me angry in any way—I will lift you off the floor by your scrotum...I will dangle you in the air by your balls—think about that!" Gregory sat back on the couch and said: "I'll give you one more chance, needle-dick—what is your length and girth? And be specific!" When the boy opened his mouth his ears heard a strange voice. "M-My length is three-and-a-half inches, and—" "LENGTH OF WHAT, NEEDLE-DICK?" Gregory shouted. A single teardrop rolled down the boy's face as he said: "The length of my needle-dick is three-and-a-half-inches, and...and the diameter of my needle-dick is three-quarters-of-an-inch...." When Gregory and Linda broke out in laughter, Johnny hung his head and stared at the floor. "Lift your head, boy—I want you to watch how a real man makes love to your wife!" Finally, Gregory turned his attention to Linda. They kissed and groped one another. When Gregory opened the front of Linda's dress and her ample breasts spilled into view it was almost too much for John to watch: another man stroking and kneading his own wife's breasts, and worst of all, she was enjoying it. "Darling, you've given me a raging hard-on--let's show needle-dick what a man's penis looks like—open my pants and take out my cock..." John heard his wife moan and watched in amazement as she eagerly obeyed the crude command. A little too eager, John thought as he was forced to watch his pretty wife frantically tear at her bosses slacks to get them open. When his seven-inch cock sprang into view, John felt his breath catch in his throat. "NEEDLE-DICK!!" Gregory shouted. "Y-Yes, Sir?" John replied. "Keep your eyes on my manly cock, is that understood?" "Y-Yes, Sir," the defeated boy replied, then said without coaxing, "I will keep my eyes on your manly cock, Sir." John heard the older man chuckling. "Good boy..." The young man pretended it was all a dream, or a movie, or whatever...the harsh reality he witnessed before him was unthinkable. His mind wandered back in time to the party where he met Gregory. They had spoken for a long time. Gregory had seemed interested in him and his life, and they talked about many fascinating topics. John was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to talk with a very rich and successful man, and that the man was actually interested in what he had to say. John thought they had connected; he believed they shared a common bond. And then there was tonight. He was like a totally different human being.... "NEEDLE-DICK!!" he heard Gregory shout. "Yes, Sir?" "Undress your wife...get her naked for me so I can fuck her!" "Y-Yes, Sir." He'd undressed her dozens of times before they made love. It was one of his favorite things to do; it was like unwrapping a gift. As the boy was stripping his wife, Gregory was shedding his clothes, as well. When they were both naked, Gregory sat on the edge of the couch, and said: "Darling, sit on my cock with your back to me...I want needle-dick to get a close-up look of my cock fucking your pussy..." "Oh, God, Yesssssss...." was all Linda could say as she quickly scrambled to her feet then straddled Gregory's thighs; her dripping cunt mere inches from his cockhead. She needed it bad; she lowered her hips and tried to impale herself on his magnificent cock. He stopped her; he held her hips in his strong hands. "No, darling," Gregory said, "...I want needle-dick to put my cock inside you...do it now, boy!" His heart sank. The final indignity, he thought as he shuffled forward on his knees. He had never touched a man's penis before but he couldn't risk making Gregory mad so his small hand grasped the shaft and he aimed it at his wife's open cunt. He fitted the bulbous glans between her engorged pussy-lips. Once again, tears filled his eyes as he watched his wife feverishly lower her hips to take another man's cock into her pussy. "NEEDLE-DICK!!" "Y-Yes, Sir?" "Hold my balls while I fuck your wife!" Just when he thought it couldn't get worse he was proven wrong again. Gregory's large scrotum was protruding over the edge of the couch. John took a deep breath then reached out and cradled the older man's balls as he watched his wife slide her cunt up-and-down the big, manly cock. The ball sac in his small hand was extremely heavy. "Use both hands...massage my balls while your lovely wife rides my cock!" "Y-Yes, Sir..." In his position, he couldn't help but watch the intense fucking; the manly cock sliding easily into his wife's small hole. His wife was making noises of pleasure he'd never heard from her before. Almost screaming; her cries of joy were an assault on his ears. He'd never made her cry out before, any girl, for that matter, and her every scream plunged the dagger of inadequacy deeper into his already broken heart. "NEEDLE-DICK!!" Oh God—now what? "Y-Yes, Sir?" "Are you watching my manly cock fuck your wife's pussy?" SOB!! "Y-Y-Yes, Sir..." "Yes, Sir WHAT?" What does he want from me? Why is he doing this? His Secret Passion "Y-Yes, Sir...I'm watching your manly cock fuck my wife's pussy!" "Well then, you can plainly see there is room for your face there..." "What? I mean...what do you mean, Sir?" "I want your tongue on my manly cock when your wife lifts up...when she lifts up, press your tongue to my cock and go up with her...when she lowers herself—lower your tongue down to the base...clean her cunt juice off my cock with your tongue as she fucks...understand, boy?" "Yes, Sir...." It was all a bad dream, he told himself as he obeyed Gregory's orders. He'd wake up soon in a cold sweat; this was too unbelievable to be really happening. He had his tongue on a man's hard cock. Tasting his wife's pussy-juice was nothing new, but now, licking a man's erection, well.... He followed his wife's fucking motions very carefully. His tongue never left Gregory's prick. They fell into a rhythm that he quickly adjusted to, but much to his dismay, he found himself getting excited by this perverted act. His own cock became hard, and he felt the cum churning in his balls. He discovered it wasn't entirely repulsive to have his tongue on a hard, manly cock. The heavy balls he held and massaged intrigued him, too. He began to wonder how much semen the huge scrotum contained. His head began entertaining exotic thoughts; he barely noticed his wife's screaming and frantic fucking. Every now and then she pushed downward far enough and his nose would become buried in her cunt, but it was more a distraction and annoyance than anything. His tongue had found a vein that ran the length of Gregory's penis and he concentrated his efforts there; he pressed his tongue firmly to that vein and stroked it up-and-down in time with the movements of Linda's hips. Suddenly, Linda screamed especially loud and a torrent of her female juices flooded from her cunt and ran down Gregory's cock. The boy lapped-up and swallowed as much as he could. Then he heard Gregory bellow with a manly roar; his hips bucked wildly and John had difficulty keeping his tongue on the man's ever-expanding cock. He swore he could actually feel with his hands the cum exploding from the man's balls, and he was certain his tongue vibrated from the force of the cum shooting up through the manly cock. Then John experienced something that both thrilled and shocked him: his own balls contracted then forced huge streams of semen out of his pulsating prick. He didn't know it was possible to have an orgasm without his prick even being touched. His body shook and his eyes rolled in his head while his small prick unloaded streams of cum on the side of the couch, and the floor just below...but there was no time to enjoy the orgasm. Gregory immediately pulled Linda back against him and pulled her open legs high in the air. Her gaping cunt was inches from his face and he could clearly see the white, man-cream oozing from her gash. "NEEDLE-DICK!! CLEAN-OUT HER CUNT---GET YOUR FACE IN THERE NOW, BOY!!!" He didn't think about what he was doing, he just did it. In the back of his mind he knew his lips and tongue were covered with a man's cum; he knew full-well he was swallowing sperm and semen, as well as his wife's cunt-juice, but it didn't matter anymore. He was still shaking and trembling from the intensity of his own orgasm. He had no idea that an orgasm could be so powerful with such all-consuming pleasure. His mind was lost in a fog of confusion and uncertainty over his own feelings. He obeyed every order he heard Gregory give him without hesitation. He ate all of the man's cum from his wife's cunt; he cleaned the older man's deflating penis with his lips and tongue; he even licked the couch and floor clean of his own spunk. Now he found himself walking on his knees, trying to keep up with his wife and Gregory as they slowly sauntered hand-in-hand towards Gregory's bedroom. He felt only slightly humiliated as he was made to hold the older man's scrotum and flaccid cock in his hands on their walk to the bedroom. The following morning the boy found himself in a familiar position: naked, and on his knees; his knees spread wide apart and his hands clasped together behind his neck. He was facing the bathroom door waiting for Gregory to finish his shower. His mind was completely overwhelmed from the events of last night and this morning. He had assumed all along it would be a one night occurrence; Linda and Gregory would have their fun with him and everything would return to normal in the morning. His hopes had been quickly crushed when, after eating Gregory's cum out of his wife's cunt one more time in the morning, Linda announced she would shower and be off to work. Then a bone-chilling cold seized John's spine when he heard his pretty wife say, "I'll leave you two boys alone for some 'quality time'...." Gregory personally oversaw the boy's bathroom ablutions. John was pleasantly surprised at the older man's gentle touches as he soaped and washed his body. To John's dismay and alarm, Gregory's long cock became erect as soon as he touched him, and it remained that way their entire time together in the bathroom. When Gregory produced a razor and some hair removal cream, well, that was when the boy understood this wasn't going to be just a one-night stand. When Gregory was finished, the hair on his legs, chest, underarms and crotch was gone. While he waited obediently on his knees for Gregory, he glanced at his clothes folded neatly on a chair beside a table, and on the tabletop he could see his wallet and car keys. Suddenly his mind flashed-back to earlier in the morning when he watched his wife getting ready for work. She had opened a closet door and pulled out one of her favorite pants suit she wore to the office. Plus, he'd noticed makeup and hairbrushes that he recognized belonging to her. She had clothes and makeup here? He asked himself. The realization that his wife had been here before; that her affair with Gregory had been going on for some time slapped him hard across the face: Who knows how many times she'd lain in his big bed with her legs spread wide for her boss? Memories of her having to work late, or at least that's what she had told her young husband, flooded his mind. In the last month she'd spent many late nights at the 'office'. I am such an idiot, he told himself; then he glanced at his clothes again. Suddenly, another memory invaded his already confused mind: the feel of his tongue and lips on Gregory's hard cock; the manly aroma overpowering his senses; his shattering orgasm when the older man squeezed and pumped his throbbing erection. The boy's emotions swam in a sea of turbulent uncertainty; his head filled with conflicting thoughts. It was like two warring factions vehemently arguing over two opposing ideologies--once again he looked at his clothes. "It's very simple," said his left-brain. "Put on your clothes—take your wallet and keys, and GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!" His right-brain swiftly countered by saying: "No, if you do that you will never know what you will be missing out on...even after all he's done---you like this man---you can't leave now!" "GET OUT NOW!" "STAY!—STAY!—STAY!" "GET OUT!" "STAY!" The screaming voices in his head froze him in place. He desperately wanted someone to tell him what he should do, but he knew the answer had to come from within. After what seemed like an eternity, and as he was on the verge of tears, the bathroom door suddenly opened and Gregory appeared wearing a black robe. When the older man saw the boy still waiting for him he smiled, and his penis instantly became semi-erect. And then Gregory said something the boy would never forget: "Johnny, I'm glad you didn't leave...you've made me the happiest man in the world—please...please forgive me for my earlier behavior...." The boy watched in amazement as the robe jutted out and the man had an obvious erection. He looked at the man's face and saw a smile; a smile not of self-satisfaction and gloating, but rather a smile of appreciation and joy. Gregory approached the kneeling boy and opened his robe. The expression on John's face was not one of fear or contempt, but rather wonderment and curiosity. "Johnny," he said softly. "Open your mouth and taste it...." Through cloudy eyes, John stared at the hard cock inches from his face and asked: "Are you going to make me queer?" A wave of sadness swept over the older man as he replied: "Johnny, no one can 'make' you queer...you either are or you're not...I'm very sorry for what I forced you to do last night...the last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you--I have special feelings for you...I know we only spoke for a couple hours at the party, but I received the distinct impression that you are unhappy with who you pretend to be...I want to give you the opportunity to explore who you really are...." Gregory leaned down and gently took the boy's head in his hands. The older man's thumbs wiped away the tear drops on the boy's face then he softly kissed him full on the lips. Tentative; unhurried; the boy kissed him back; their tongues met for the first time as the kiss enflamed Gregory's passion for the boy even more. When Gregory pulled away from John he glanced down and saw the boy's prick in full erection. "Johnny," he said. "This could very well be the only chance you will ever have to change your life—to live your life the way you want—not on the expectations of others, but life on your own terms...all I'm asking is you give yourself a chance at finding true happiness...please open yourself up and let me to teach you how to become the person I know you want to be...." The boy searched out Gregory's eyes and they looked at each other like it was the first time. The intensity was palpable; the passion was real. "I love you, Johnny...I've loved you ever since we met...." The boy wet his lips with his tongue then without hesitation encircled Gregory's cockhead and drew as much of the hardness into his mouth as he possibly could. The boy's cock throbbed and pulsated as his tongue lathered the velvety flesh of his new lover; his very first boyfriend. The older man groaned with pleasure then said: "Let's move to the bed—there is so much I want to teach you before your wife comes' back." Linda groaned then shouted "SHIT!" She'd been working on her assignment for over an hour before she admitted to herself that she had no clue as to what she was doing. I should have stayed in education, she thought to herself. By now I'd be teaching, but no, I had to listen to my father and go to business school...God I hate this shit! Why am I even being considered for a promotion? Everyone around here knows I suck at my job! She stared at the clock on the wall and her mind drifted off to a more pleasant place. She thought of Gregory. He was a lifelong bachelor, but he'd hinted that she might be the one woman to change him. If they married, she could quit this miserable job and live in luxury the rest of her life. She thought he was a wonderful man, even if he was old; she could overlook their age difference. No, it was his sexual appetite that concerned her. He was becoming more aggressive and demanding, and he had flat-out told her what he expected her to do for him. I think it's my upbringing that makes me so inhibited, she thought. She was raised in a strict, religious family and good girls only have sex to make babies; they weren't supposed to actually enjoy it, but Gregory had awakened in her a long suppressed desire, a burning lust; that made her physically crave the feeling of his huge cock thrusting swiftly and deeply inside her. Even though she was almost thirty, until Gregory, she'd never experienced mind-numbing, toe-curling, back-arching orgasms the type of which changed her from her husband's 'good girl' to Gregory's 'cock-hungry slut'. She was at the same time both thrilled and ashamed of her newly acquired wants and desires. But good God, she thought, the man actually came out and said he wanted me to learn how to satisfy him with my mouth and—good grief, I can't believe I'm even thinking this—my rosebud. She shuddered at the thought of Gregory's huge penis forcing its way into her 'back there'—in her forbidden place. That has got to be excruciatingly painful, she thought. Then she thought of her husband: poor, pitiful, sweet little John; so kind and gentle he wouldn't harm a fly. She had found his innocence charming at first, but when she realized she faced a lifetime of intercourse with his puny dick, she came to discover how much she would miss having a huge, manly cock plowing in-and-out of her like Gregory's cock! Her bosses' big cock had opened the floodgates, not only to her pussy, but her mind as well. She blushed just thinking about it. Anyway, John was still young, she thought, he'd get over me and move on with his life. I'm sure somewhere out there is a girl who doesn't care, or doesn't know about multiple orgasms. Linda checked her watch, Gregory had told her to be back at his house at six; she still had seven hours to kill. She looked at the mess of paperwork on her desk, shrugged her shoulders, stacked the papers in a neat pile, then decided to go for a walk, maybe window shop and even take in a movie. Later, as she drove to Gregory's place in his new Mercedes, she made a conscious decision to submit to whatever sexual demands he might ask of her. It wasn't a decision born out of her love for him; no, it was much more practical than that: it was imperative she used her womanly wiles and charms to seduce him into marrying her; the only escape from her work dilemma would be to become his wife, then she would never have to go to that god-awful company ever again. Linda stood at the front door of the house waiting for someone to answer the bell. She hated it that he hadn't given her a key yet; he said he'd forgotten and would get one made right away; that was two weeks ago. When Gregory opened the door she was startled to see him wearing his black robe and slippers, but her suspicions were quickly erased when he called out "Darling—I'm so glad you're home" and he took her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Johnny was in his expected 'position': on his knees, hands clasped behind his neck, facing the door. He was concentrating hard on what Gregory taught him to say; on how to act. It was difficult to control the joy and elation he felt; his heart was singing with the memories of the past few hours with Gregory. He felt alive for the first time in his young life. "Close your eyes, darling, I have a surprise for you," said Gregory. She was thrilled; she hadn't expected this type of reception. She dutifully closed her eyes and Gregory took her hand and led her inside the house. She heard the door slam behind her. "Darling," he said. "I have prepared a special gift for you—a gift that is guaranteed to bring you much pleasure...you may open your eyes now, dear." At first it didn't register in her mind at who she was looking, but she focused hard and when she recognized her husband on his knees, her eyes bugged-open in shock; she wasn't sure, but she thought he was wearing her new sheer, diaphanous pink teddy and matching panty. "Mistress Linda," her young husband began, "I have been trained to serve you any way you desire...I will obey your every command without question—I will submit to your whims and fantasies and pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams...if you are not satisfied with my performance, or find me lacking or disagreeable, I will accept whatever punishment you wish to inflict upon me...I am your property to do with as you desire...I am your Sissy-Slave-Boy and you and Master Gregory now own me—my sole purpose in life is to obey and serve you and Master Gregory." Her heart caught in her throat; she was both appalled and thrilled at what she heard. When she looked at him carefully, she could plainly see he no longer had chest hair, and his pubic hair had been removed as well. His tiny erection pressed hard against the sheer fabric of the panties. He seemed to be enjoying this, she thought as she stared at his hard prick. She briefly wondered what Gregory had done to him when she was gone, but all doubts were quickly erased from her mind when she heard Gregory say, "Sissy-Boy, lick Mistress Linda's shoes!" "Yes, Master Gregory!" And she watched in utter amazement as her docile young husband scrambled forward then leaned over and immediately polished her shoes with his tongue. She instantly felt a dewy moisture envelope her pussy. Oh my God this was exciting! She felt depraved and alive--her mind whirled with random sexual acts she would force her submissive husband to perform for her. "Darling," said Gregory, suddenly snapping her out of her fantasies. "I've laid out an outfit for you to wear in the bedroom...take a quick shower and dress then join us out here for cheese and crackers and wine...we're going to see how well Sissy-Boy performs his duties tonight...." "Oh my, y-yes dear," she said, her heart all aflutter. She studied herself in the mirror before she re-joined Gregory and 'Sissy-Boy' in the living room. She wrinkled her nose and frowned; the red see-thru teddy was okay, but the crotchless red panties and black lace garter belt and black nylon stockings made her look cheap and slutty. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "Listen, girl," she said to her reflection in the mirror, "...if your future husband wants a whore in the bedroom—that's what you'll be!" She shuddered at a mental snapshot of the unfinished paperwork piled on her desk at work. "You will do whatever he tells you to do—no matter how shameful and immoral it is...." Linda strutted into the living room with purpose and confidence. She struck a pose for Gregory; she even parted her legs slightly to show him her exposed pussy. Had she been more aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed their irregular breathing, and slightly reddened faces. While she was away, Johnny had sat on the older man's lap; they had kissed and fondled one another into a state of heated arousal. Linda smiled to herself. She looked first at Gregory, and then her husband: both males had obvious erections tenting-out the material covering their private parts. She thought: Wow! I'm going to dress like this more often.... 'Master Gregory' had 'Sissy-Boy' refill her wine glass three times before he announced they were moving to the bedroom. Linda moaned incessantly; her hips thrashed and rolled on the bed; her thighs locked around her husband's head, trapping his face and tongue between her tightly clenched thighs. Gregory caressed her breasts and chewed lightly on her hard nipples. She was straining to orgasm but Sissy-Boy was ignoring her sensitive bud. "Oh God—ohhhh—Sissy-Boy—lick my clit, damnit—make me cum Slave-Boy!" Gregory kissed her hot lips and she fervently kissed him back. "Darling," she heard him say, "I want to be fair and honest with you...I want you to know what will be expected of you in our marriage bed..." "Sissy-Boy—STOP!" he said as he gently pushed the boy's head from between her legs. She whimpered in frustration—she had been sooo close! "Y-Yes, d-dear...I'll do whatever you want...." Gregory's lips formed a half smile—half sneer: "Good girl..." he said and kissed her lips then continued, "...darling, you have two places I haven't enjoyed yet—that I intend to use tonight and throughout our marriage--you know where I mean, but I certainly don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do..." She flinched when his finger found her rosebud. He slowly and gently stroked her ultra-private, virginal hole. "Darling, I want your approval—it won't mean anything unless you want to feel me in there..." he said then placed his mouth against her ear and whispered to her. His Secret Passion Her eyes opened wide and a lump caught in her throat. What he wanted to hear from her was degrading and humiliating and totally objectionable to her religious upbringing. She felt his searing gaze; her eyes misted over. He had now mentioned 'marriage' two-three times; she was so close to becoming his wife she could taste it. If she could just forget her beliefs and set aside her morality, she would be married to one of the wealthiest men in the entire state. She swallowed hard then said softly: "Gregory...p-p-please fuck me in the ass...I want to feel your big cock fucking my asshole...." "That wasn't very convincing, darling...say it out loud like you really mean it...I want to marry a free-spirited, uninhibited woman—not a mousy little ragdoll!" "P-PLEASE, GREGORY---PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS---I WANT TO FEEL YOUR MANLY COCK IN MY ASSHOLE---PLEASE FUCK MY HOLE AND FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM---PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Something snapped inside her head. She had crossed a forbidden line and there was no turning back. She had degraded herself before the two men who were closest to her, and they all knew full well she had just sold her body and soul for a few pieces of gold. She suddenly remembered what her mother had told her so many years ago: the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Gregory had her get on all fours near the end of the bed. He pulled the teddy off her so they could enjoy watching her heavy breasts sway and dance. She felt an oily finger probe her anus. When the finger pushed past her rosebud, she instinctively clenched her rectum. "OHHHH," she cried out when Gregory pinched her bottomcheek hard. "Relax---loosen your hole..." he told her. The invading finger relentlessly burrowed itself into her asshole. She consciously fought to keep her rectum loose; she discovered it was less painful if her sphincter stayed relaxed. Her back passage became slippery with oil, the pain had disappeared. "Darling, you are so tight back here I think it would be easier for you if I let Sissy-Boy fuck your asshole first---he'll help stretch you open more so you can take my big cock—don't you agree?" OH MY GOD! THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME BACK THERE? She'd come this far; there was no denying him anything now. "Whatever you want, dear...." When the horror of it all cleared, she was glad to have John go first. At least his tiny cock won't tear me apart, she reasoned. She felt the boy's cockhead push on her anus. He suddenly grabbed her hips and pulled her backward; he rammed his hard prick swiftly and without mercy inside her. "AAARRRGGGGHHHHH...." she groaned. Even her husband's needle-dick caused her considerable pain. Gregory leaned over and whispered in her ear again. She was glad she drank all that wine; it made it easier for her to say what Gregory wanted to hear. "YES-BABY---FUCK MY ASSHOLE, BABY...OOOHHHHHHHHH-GODDDDDDD...." For his part, Johnny delighted in her sounds of first pain and protest; then her final capitulation and acceptance of being sodomized. Johnny buried his cock in her deliciously-tight asshole; he held her hips and thrust madly into her over-and-over. When the pain and discomfort of her ass-fucking disappeared, her squeals of delight became genuine and desperate. It was the one and only time throughout their marriage she begged and pleaded with her husband to fuck her harder. Unseen by Linda, Gregory stood beside the boy caressing the soft, smooth flesh of Johnny's neck, shoulders and back. He stroked the boy's buttocks, and when his middle finger found the boy's anus and gently rubbed it, Johnny flinched but remained stoic; his hole was still sore from the fucking Gregory had given him earlier. He turned to Gregory and they kissed long and deep. They smiled at one another, the thrilling memory of their first fuck still fresh in their minds. The next morning, Linda awoke to find herself on the floor next to the bed; her nakedness covered only by a thin sheet. The fog of sleep had dimmed her memory, but when she tried to stand, the soreness and pain she felt in her backside caused the previous night's events to rush into her head. She now clearly remembered Gregory and her husband had taken turns sodomizing her rosebud and mouth. Two orifices she had steadfastly refused to men her entire life. They had repeatedly ejaculated in her mouth and asshole; she distinctly remembered relishing the taste of their cum; she had certainly swallowed enough of it. A shiver ran up and down her spine when she recalled the feel of Gregory's cock in her asshole. Her hole had thankfully been lubricated by her husband's semen, but the pain she first felt was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. When Gregory had ordered Johnny onto the bed, and he lay in a way that his anus was directly under her face, and Gregory barked the command to lick his hole, she thought she would get sick. She'd never heard of such a thing. And when Gregory ordered her to push her tongue inside her husband's rosebud, and lick the walls of his asshole, it was the most depraved and perverted thing anyone had ever said to her. She obeyed him, though. So when Gregory rammed his cock into her rosebud, her screams of pain were muffled and muted by her tongue in her young husband's rectum. And when the pain was gone, and all she felt was the most divine and exquisite pleasure ever—her cries of joy and sheer ecstacy were muted by her lips pressed firmly round her husband's anus. The last thing she remembered was her orgasm. The big cock in her ass excited her so much the pussy-juice literally flowed out of her. She thought of the explosiveness; her body shaking; her mind consumed with the most exciting and intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She must have blacked-out shortly thereafter. She steadied herself enough to sit on the side of the bed. She noticed five twenty-dollar bills laid out neatly on top of a note. She cautiously picked up the note and read: Darling, Your sweet husband and I are spending the day at the beach; use the money for cab fare home, and whatever is left over buy yourself something pretty. You deserve it after the entertainment you provided us last night. I feel the need to offer you my sincerest apologies—it was wrong of me to manipulate your emotions; to use you to get closer to Johnny. In all honesty, though, I would do it again. I am head-over-heels, crazy-in-love with your husband. I have spent a lifetime searching for someone like him. My fervent hope and desire is that someday he will feel the same towards me. While you slept this morning, Johnny and I discussed our future. He will remain here with me. Do not attempt to contact him. You have wounded him deeply, and I will work hard to restore his confidence and self-esteem. As far as your employment with my company goes, it has been transparent for some time now that you do not possess the talent or skills necessary to continue in your current position. To be blunt, I don't think you have any idea as to what you are doing, so of course, you will no longer work as an Account Executive. However, I do have a soft spot for you in my heart; after all, you were the one who introduced me to Johnny. I have thought about this for some time, so on Monday morning I will offer you a position which I believe suits your aptitude and abilities. You may not appreciate my offer, but in this extremely competitive job market, and considering your limited talent, skills and intelligence, I would highly recommend you accept it. Thank you again for giving me your husband. I have a feeling he and I will have a long and loving life together. Gregory Epilogue -- One Year Later Gregory: He watched his young lover emerge from the swimming pool and come towards him shaking the water from his hair. He smiled to himself as he studied the boy's firm body, the glistening flesh, and when the boy was close enough, he saw the goose-pimples from the late afternoon chill; and his long nipples were proud and erect. The boy came straight to him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. The boy held the kiss as he caressed the man's chest and belly. The man's heart almost burst with the pride and joy he felt every time the boy displayed his love and affection for him. He felt the familiar stirring in his loins. His penis became stiff inside his brief swim trunks, and the boy immediately took it in his hand and gently stroked it through the soft material. The boy finally broke the kiss and said, "Please, Gregory...please let me take it in my mouth...." The smile on the man's face grew wider; the boy took that as a signal to continue and he hooked his fingers in the waistband and gently pulled downward. The man decided not to play a game with the boy today; he would assist him this time in taking down the trunks. He lifted his hips and the boy pulled the trunks completely off the man he adored. The boy knelt on a towel beside the lounge chair and his lips encircled the purple glans of the man's large cockhead. The man sat back, closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations the boy gave him with his skillful tongue and lips. Gregory's heart danced with the secret knowledge that tonight at dinner, their anniversary dinner, he would give the love of his life a diamond ring, and propose marriage to him. It was important to him that Johnny knew their love had no boundaries, and they would be together for all time. He didn't know how or why he deserved a gift like Johnny; he knew only he couldn't live his life without him. He suddenly felt the churning in his balls and knew he would soon reward the boy with yet another mouthful of his love. Linda: She lay naked on red silk sheets, her slender fingers softly stroking the folds of her cunt, awaiting her lover to emerge from the bathroom; it was required that her pussy be warm and wet when her lover came to bed. Linda couldn't believe it had been only one year since her life changed dramatically. It seemed much longer than that. She'd received an 'anniversary' card from Gregory and John, thanking her for bringing them together. She didn't appreciate their sense of humor. To this day, Linda continued to feel silly and stupid that she was the only person at work that didn't know Gregory was gay. She continued to be puzzled at how she missed all the signs. It's too late now, she thought; quit beating yourself up over that. Life has gotten much better, especially since moving in with her lover. Way back then, Gregory could have fired her for incompetence, and she would have been out of work with no chance of landing a job that had paid as well as hers. Sometimes she wished he'd done just that. Instead, she accepted his offer to become the company receptionist at less than half the money she'd been making. She was forced to move into a cheap apartment; had given up her Mercedes for a ten-year old car; and struggled to live paycheck-to-paycheck. If it hadn't been for the very small 'commission' checks she received, she couldn't have survived. She was grateful to Gregory for one thing: he was the man responsible for shattering her inhibitions; for eliminating any doubts and misgivings about her new-found sexuality. The life-changing orgasms he'd given her when she'd submitted to his ass-fucking changed her forever. She now felt excitement when she was required to perform certain acts, and not guilt and revulsion. The first few weeks in her new job were the most difficult; she had to accept the insults and degradation heaped upon her by her former colleagues and equals. When she complained to Gregory, he would say: "Darling, if you don't like working here, maybe Wal-Mart will hire you...." One day an Account Executive named Jeffrey, a man she had worked side-by-side with on several projects, outright propositioned her. He had summoned her to his office and as she stood before him across his desk, he said: "You know, Linda, I've always been attracted to you...you're a beautiful woman..." He then stood and walked directly behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders; he rubbed her shoulders through the thin material of her blouse. "I know how difficult it is to live on what you're earning now—especially since you became accustomed to a much larger paycheck...maybe we can help each other...perhaps we can come to some sort of an 'arrangement'...." When Linda responded with "I'm listening...." he became much bolder. His hands slowly moved down the front of her blouse until they grasped and squeezed her breasts. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream...instead, she stood there and allowed him to unbutton her blouse and free her breasts from the silken confines of her bra. When he whispered in her ear, she made a life-changing decision; she knew it would be a turning point in her life. She turned to face him, and without looking at his face she slowly went to her knees. She performed an act for him that only weeks earlier would have repulsed and sickened her. The company had four male Account Executives and they were a close-knit group. By the end of the week she had performed the same act for all of them several times. Friday afternoon she found an envelope on her desk with four one- hundred-dollar bills. On Saturday, she splurged on luxuries she otherwise couldn't afford. A couple weeks went by when Jeffrey made her another offer. She was on her knees, cleaning his cock with her tongue and lips when he said: "You're lucky you're not an Account Executive anymore...in this economy trying to land a new client is murder...the competition is resorting to all kinds of underhanded tricks—they're killing us...maybe you could help us—help the company, and help yourself...what would you think about going out on 'dates' with prospective clients? If you could 'persuade' these guys into signing a contract with us---you'd earn a nice commission...." The following week she went on her first 'date'. Even though she was disappointed with her 'commissions', they were better than nothing at all. Gregory retired as President of the company, but remained Chairman of the Board. Marcia, a tall, statuesque blonde with a great body, but unfortunately, not much in the beauty department, was named President. Linda had always been intimidated by her: Marcia was smart, cunning and very aggressive; she was forty-five and had been with the company for twenty-years. Linda felt as though Marcia resented her looks and popularity. The tall woman frequently spoke down to her as though she were a child. Soon after assuming her new position, Marcia summoned Linda to her office. As Linda stood before her she thought: Even with nice hair, a good figure and expensive clothes this woman really, really was homely. "Linda, dear, your work has really surprised me..." she said in a tone of voice Linda knew wasn't good. "Do you even know how to use Word and Excel? If you don't improve I'm afraid I will be forced to find a new receptionist." "B-But Marcia, I'm doing the best I can..." "That's what bothers me dear...perhaps 'the guys' are taking up too much of your time? We may have to put a stop to your non-work related duties..." Linda's face turned beet red. She wondered how the older woman knew of her arrangement with 'the guys'. They had been very discreet or so she thought. "I have an inclination to demote you to the mail room, but I think loyalty deserves some consideration, and I know you've helped the company land some valuable clients...." Oh God—she knows about that, too? "I've decided I want you to be my Personal Assistant...there will be a slight increase in pay for you; and of course, different responsibilities...you see, dear, just like the guys, I find you very attractive, too...I'll just come out and say it: if you make me happy—you will be happy...if you make me unhappy—you will be very, very unhappy...do you understand me, dear?" The wispy hairs on the back of her neck stood straight. She couldn't believe the older woman's offer. She wants me to DO IT with her? With another WOMAN? "Dear, it would be a shame if a woman with your beauty and particular set of skills was forced to work at McDonalds or a convenience store...and dear, to help you make up your mind, I want you to know that I do have evidence that you've been prostituting yourself for money—I believe there are still laws against that sort of behavior...and a case could be made against you for extorting company funds." Linda was stunned! The pretty blonde knew she was in a just as hopeless position as she was with the guys: if she went to the authorities the company executives would band together and deny everything, and she'd be left without a job and money, and now, quite possibly be arrested. "Dear, I don't think a woman as pretty and petite as you would be able to fend-off the advances of a strong bull-dyke in prison...it really comes down to this: you either become a prison-bitch—or my bitch—it is entirely up to you..." The threats made Linda very scared. Her body shook with fear; tears clouded her eyes. "Speak-up cunt—whose bitch do you want to be?" The twisted look on the older woman's face caused a cold shiver to run up her spine. She found herself blurting out: "I want to be your bitch, Marcia—please keep me out of prison—I'll do whatever you want...." "From now on, cunt, whenever we're alone you'll address me as 'Mistress Marcia'—is that clear?" "Y-Yes, M-Mistress Marcia...." Linda moaned as she fingered her clit; her other hand rolled and pinched her hard nipples. Her pussy was flooded; she was ready for Mistress Marcia. Suddenly the bathroom door flew open and Mistress Marcia walked into the bedroom. The sight of her made Linda swoon and shiver with anticipation. The older woman wore a huge, strap-on dildo jutting from her groin. The sight of the big black rubber cock bouncing as she approached the bed would have been comical to anyone else, but Linda gazed at it adoringly. It meant one thing to her: the fire in her belly would soon be quenched and satisfied. "What do you want, baby, get in position and tell me what you want!" Linda scrambled to the end of the bed on all fours; she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress presenting her upturned buttocks to her Mistress. She spread her legs wide then reached back and pulled apart her asscheeks until her tiny rosebud was exposed to the older woman's hot gaze. "P-Please fuck me in the ass with your big black cock, Mistress Marcia—please—I need your cock inside me---please---PLEASE FUCK MY ASSSSSSSS...." John: Every so often Gregory still feels shame and remorse for his treatment of me that special Friday night. I hold him close to me and caress his flesh and smother him with kisses. I tell him: "That was the night my life truly began—if it wasn't for that night, I'd still be living in a cave in the Dark Ages. My life would be a series of random events with no meaning or purpose; you awakened my senses and emotions--you rescued me from myself." Indeed. He may never understand the magnitude and breadth of my gratitude to him, so I try every day to please him physically, and excite and challenge and stimulate him mentally and emotionally. It is a labor of love—a work in progress.... Most people can only dream of the kind of life I am now living. Free from money worries with all the creature comforts one could ever want or need, we live in an insular paradise of our choosing. To me, the most important freedom we have is the ability to associate with positive, like-minded people who allow us to be who we are. That is not to say we don't experience unpleasantness from some people who are trapped in their petty and narrow, brain-washed little minds. His Secret Passion I am mystified by people who deny the existence of love between two men. If two people find love and happiness together, how can anyone else, mostly strangers at that, condemn them with mindless slogans, and open, visceral hatred? Their behavior is truly mind-boggling. Why does it bother some people when they see two men in love? Why do they think they have the right to intrude in other human beings lives? When I get worked-up like this, Gregory laughs and tells me: "Don't waste your beautiful mind over such trivial matters—those people can't see any further than the nose on their faces, and they never will...if they want to live their lives in a vacuum, and willful ignorance—that is their sad and pathetic prerogative." Gregory asked if I wanted anything special for our anniversary. "Perhaps..." he said, "a night with Linda as our Slave-Girl?" I smiled and said, "I want a quiet dinner with you, and afterwards—a hasty retreat to the bedroom—just you and me together." I very rarely think about my ex-wife. When I thought I loved her I was a naïve boy. I was in love with the 'thought' of being in love with her, if you know what I mean. Gregory and I have attended a few company functions where I briefly spoke with her. She was still a beautiful woman with a body to match, but there was something different about her. Her smile and laughter didn't seem to come very easily to her anymore. I'd heard the rumors that she'd become the company whore; and that she lived-with, and belonged-to Marcia, but none of that interested me. In all honesty, my memories of our time together were fading and flickering like a candle in a breeze. I snuggled-up to Gregory as he drove us to the restaurant; his manly cum still fresh on my tongue. A feeling of euphoria swept over me. I smiled in the darkness of the car. He had awakened and nurtured my secret passion and I was giddy with joy and happiness. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I love you, Gregory...."