0 comments/ 55386 views/ 8 favorites A New Beginning By: CaroleS32 I have always been a bit of a tomboy. I like to wear my hair short because it is easier, and I think it flatters my round face and brings out my bright blue eyes. I am rather short at 5’1”, and weigh 140 pounds. Some people would say I am a little stocky but I am not fat just muscular. I have a rather large 38c chest, which on my short frame appears even larger. Growing up I was always involved in sports and I still play softball every summer. My ex-husband used to think it was great that we had so many similar interests since he was an athlete too. Over the years however we grew apart. My marriage was not a bad one in the sense that it was abusive or painful, it just lacked the passion both my ex-husband and I needed. As time went by we drifted apart and our sex life became less active until we were just going through the motions once a month. I rarely masturbated when we were first married, but as our sex life dwindled it became necessary to maintain my sanity, so after Tom would fall asleep I would go down into the den and take care of my needs. Sometimes reading erotica on the computer or even watching a soft-core porno movie on Cinemax. Last spring something happened that changed my life. I was the captain of our coed softball team and I was in charge of getting people together for some practices before the season began. I had reserved the field for a Sunday afternoon and I called everyone myself to make sure we would all be there. When I arrived at the field there were only six other people there, all women. Apparently all of the guys on the team had decided to go out drinking instead of coming to the practice. That left just the seven women on the team to practice. Luckily we had our pitcher a short stocky woman named Jen and our catcher a tall thin very pretty Irish red head named Patty. I got all of the girls together and we decided that we would field a team of infielders and practice without the guys. We hit the balls around the infield for an hour and a half before we decided to take a break. Jen went to her truck and brought out a cooler of beer, and hard lemonade, at which point it became obvious that we would do no more practicing. Two of the newly married women said they had to go home after having just one drink each. That left the veterans of the team to finish up. We continued to drink as the sun settled behind the distant mountains and a cool April chill surrounded us. Two more of the women had to go home leaving just Jen, Patty and me. The two of them began talking about how cute one of the new women was. I had to agree that she was quite attractive but not nearly as pretty as Patty. I have always thought that the red hair and light blue-eyed look of a classic Irish woman is stunning. I sat quietly as my two friends continued to talk appraisingly about many of our teammates. After a few minutes Patty turned to me and commented that I had gotten very quiet. I am sure I turned a bright crimson as I stammered that I was just listening to them. “Well do you have any favorites,” Patty asked me with a knowing smile on her pretty lips. I stared into her light blue eyes for a moment before I answered, “yes I do.” “Well who is it,” she prodded. With a coy smile I looked at Patty and slowly said, “You Patty, you are the prettiest woman on this team, and that is coming from a happily married woman” “Well how happy can you be if you are checking out the women on your softball team,” she teased. “Well I am as happy as a woman can be when she only has sex once a month, “ I blurted out. “Oh my god, once a month. I guess you must go through a lot of batteries, “ she joked. “Well I do what a woman has to do to keep her sanity,” I replied matter-of-factly. Jen looked at us and then she proceeded to move to my other side. She placed her hand on my other thigh and leaned close to me. I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered that maybe she and Patty could help me out with my problem. Her lips touched my earlobe and her tongue slide down to the nape of my neck. Patty’s fingers had moved up my leg and were now lightly touching my very wet pussy through my shorts. I let out a soft moan as her fingers slipped inside the leg of my shorts and panties and touched the slick lips of my pussy. Patty sensed my need for more and brought her lips to mine. We kissed softly at first. Our lips touching gently before I felt her tongue pressing passed my lips. A rush of emotions flooded my body and I felt tears leak from my eyes as I realized what had been missing from my life. I kissed Patty with a surprising passion as Jen slid my shorts and panties past my full hips and down my legs. My arms wrapped around Patty, pulling her tightly against me as we kissed like a couple of teenagers. I felt Jen’s fingers parting my labia as her tongue slowly licked from my puckered ass hole to my hard clit. I moaned hard into Patty’s mouth while our tongues did a forbidden dance. I ran my hands over Patty’s small firm body and I loved the feel of her soft warm skin against my fingertips. I tentatively pushed my hand inside her shorts and touched another woman’s wet pussy for the first time. My fingers quickly found her clit, which was long and hard like a miniature cock. I used my thumb and forefinger to slowly stroke her clit as Jen’s tongue continued to do wonderful things to my now soaking wet pussy. Patty’s hips began to move in time with my fingers and soon we were clutching each other tightly as the first waves of our orgasm overtook our bodies. Jen slid up next to us and joined our kisses, sharing my juices with Patty and I. We continued to kiss as we shed the rest of our clothes. We lay naked touching and exploring each others bodies as the warm passion in our loins built to an overwhelming peak. We clutched and rubbed our naked bodies together. Leg to pussy, mouth to pussy, mouth to mouth and breast to breast. Our orgasms seemed to follow one after another until we lay on the grass in an exhausted heap of naked flesh. The moon was high in the sky as we tried to make ourselves presentable so we could head home. Jen and I kissed and said our goodbyes, and I thanked her for an incredible experience. As Jen pulled away Patty and I waived and then we turned to face each other. I took her hands in mine and pulled her close to me. Her firm breasts pressed against mine. My right hand held her head as I kissed her eyes, then her nose, and finally her warm sweet mouth. We kissed passionately for a long time before I reluctantly broke the kiss and told her sadly that I had to get home. “Yea, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” I replied, “I don’t want to go. I want to spend the night with you. I want to make love to you until we fall asleep and then I want to wake up in your arms. You have awakened a passion in me that I though that died. I need to see you again, to touch you and feel you in my arms. Is that wrong?” “No, it’s not wrong,” she replied, “You are coming to terms with who you are. I went through it too. You have to tell him you know. If you love him, or if you care about him in any way you have to be honest with him.” “I know,” I said, “our marriage was over a long time ago, this will just make it official. So can I see you again?” “Yes,” she replied, “I want that very much.” We kissed one more time and I drove home slowly trying to find the right words to end my marriage and begin my new life. A New Beginning Janie put the sleepy toddler in his bed, sitting for John and Melanie Martin was always an easy thing for her, and something she didn't stop after high school. The toddler never seemed hard to please and she could always get her papers done. Here she was a freshman in college, and still babysitting. She chose to keep doing it because the Martin's always paid her more of a nanny's salary than a babysitter, and living at home she didn't have any bills so why not stay, make money, and she could hang out and use the pool whenever she wanted to! John found himself daydreaming about Janie's firm breasts. Melanie, his wife, was a nice C cup and Janie's were about the same, but something forbidden about her made him wonder. It was hard not to notice the way she would wear those tight tank tops and skirts that barely covered her ass. Today was just as bad for him, she had on a cover up over her bikini, and the buttons were open to show the swell of her ample cleavage and the way her nipples stuck out, it was bound to drive a man wild. He kept wondering what type of bikini bottom she had on, but the cover up did just that, covered her ass up, but he kept wondering and thinking about it. "Melanie is a head turner too" John thought "and in ways that Janie has yet to learn". Melanie saw John looking out towards the pool; she knew immediately that Janie must be out there. She knew John secretly fantasized about her, but she also knew her husband wouldn't act on his thoughts, not unless she told him so, but would she do it? Could she turn her husband loose where Janie was concerned? John thought the way Janie had looked up and was smiling, that he had been seen staring at her, and he then realized that Melanie was joining her out by the pool. He watched as his wife walked out, wearing only a tank top and a thong on her bottom. If Janie got me thinking, Melanie made me so hard it almost hurt! I couldn't hear what they were saying, but from where I was in my office I could see them both plainly. Melanie must have told Janie to remember sunscreen, as she started to put some on her arms and legs. I had to hold my breath as Melanie took the container and motioned for Janie to turn so she could get the backs of her legs. I thought I would explode on the spot! My mind was racing with fantasies, but unfortunately my wife put the container down. Janie always felt at ease with Melanie, not only was she her employer, but she was her friend too. She always felt she could open up and tell her anything, but there were a couple of things she didn't think she would be able to tell her, like how hot her husband is and how hot Melanie is. The biggest thing to tell her friend was the news her parents gave her this morning. "We're moving Janie" they had told her, the words still echoing through her head. With her parents moving, that meant she had to get her own apartment, which also meant a job that could sustain a bunch of monthly bills. She should have known this was coming; her parents had always talked about moving East when they were younger, and they had been talking about it a lot lately. She wasn't about to move with them, and her parents knew that. "I guess its time I moved out on my own, but how can I tell Melanie and John" she thought. Just then the baby monitor crackled to life and she heard Danny. Before Melanie could move Janie was up and said "relax, that's what I'm here for"! As she started towards the side door, she saw John sitting, doing work in his office. "I wonder what it would feel like to have him deep inside me right on that desk". The thought made her blush, but also made her tingly all over. "Damn I'm horny today" she thought as she reached Danny's room. John felt his cock come to life again when Janie started to walk by. Even if she would have put something over that bikini, he knew it was there, and the sight of her nipples pressing against the fabric made him want to grab her. "Its going to be one of those days" he thought, maybe he and Melanie could sneak away for an hour or two, the thought of it just made his cock press harder against his pants, begging to be released. Suddenly he felt warm breath on his neck, he couldn't control the shiver. "Hey baby" he said. Melanie laughed and said "how did you know it was me?" "Who else would it be?" he said to her as he turned and pulled her making her straddle his legs before sitting on his lap. "What do I owe this extreme pleasure? My paperwork seems to be going slow today" he said as he slid his hands behind her and started rubbing her ass. "mmm feels like someone doesn't have his mind on work" she said as she pushed herself against his hard cock, "think that fabric will hold?" she teased. "Not if you keep moving like that" he huskily replied. "You never told me" he said "what do I owe this wonderful interruption?" She moaned softly as he began teasing one of her nipples through the material of her tank top. "I was going to see if you could keep watch over Danny, I was going to ask Janie to join me shopping. It seems like something is bugging her, and we can talk, plus I want to pick up some treats for you and I" she said with a gleam in her eyes. He knew what she meant by that. She would pick up some sexy clothes and some toys and they would have a weekend of sex and fun. He pulled her tank top down and grabbed one of her nipples with his mouth. She let out a cry and wound her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth even closer. His other hand was working her other nipple and she was purring with delight. When his hand let go of her nipple, his mouth had her so distracted that she didn't even hear his zipper sliding down. He released her nipple from his mouth, "before you go shopping, I need a little help" he said. "Anything for my sexy husband" she said. He moved her to stand in front of him, and he started rubbing her ass, one hand slipped into the back of her thong, and moved it to one side. He started to pull her back down, and when his thick long cock started to spread her already wet pussy, she gasped "you bad boy, what if Janie sees us?" she playfully asked. "Then maybe you wont go shopping" he said with a groan as all 8 inches slid fully into his wife's wet pussy. She sat like that for a few minutes, with him all the way inside of her, not moving but working her muscles the way that drove him wild. "I'm not going to last very long baby if you keep doing that" he breathed into her ear. She started a slow pace on his cock, sliding him all the way out and dropping back down covering him completely. "You feel so good" she whimpered. "So do you baby" he said in a low growl. She started to pick up the pace, enjoying every groan of pleasure coming from him. It hadn't been a long session but she could feel her climax rapidly approaching. She started to ride him harder, grinding herself on his throbbing cock. "Will you cum with me" she asked. "Oh yeah baby, I'll fill you when you cum on my cock" he answered. That's all it took, she started to cry out and he covered her mouth with his. Her release was too much for him to handle, he broke the kiss and said "here I come baby". She kept riding him hard through her orgasm, saying "fill me, oh you feel so fucking good, fill my pussy". She felt his cock explode inside of her and she made sure to keep working her muscles, milking his cock until his orgasm was over. She pulled her tank top back over her breasts and smiled at him. "That was so hot!" he said, "I love it when you ride me". "You keep talking like that and I won't be going anywhere" she said as she started to stand, removing his now semi erect cock out of her. "I have to go take a quick shower and change, we should be back by supper time, how about I bring home supper" she said "and maybe some wine too" she said with a smile. "Don't forget to listen for the monitor; we'll be back in a while". Janie couldn't believe what she had just watched; she couldn't believe she had watched them. She had thought something was wrong when she heard Melanie cry out, but when she stepped out towards John's office, she froze in her tracks! All she could see was Melanie riding John, slowing down and speeding up. She was frozen in place, watching the two of them, and when they were done, she ran to the guest bathroom and yanked off her panties and started rubbing her clit so hard, all the while thinking of John's cock going in and out of Melanie's pussy. She made herself cum twice in a matter of minutes, she felt release, but she wanted more, much more! Melanie got dressed after showering and put on a button up top and a skirt that was tight around her hips but loose and flared at the hem, she looked in the mirror, "should be fine as long as I don't bend at the waist" she smiled, she knew this skirt drove John wild. John interrupted her thoughts by saying "all the men will be stopping to stare, just hoping to get a glimpse of your ass" he smiled and looked at his wife "and they'd have to be blind not to" he said with a playful swat to her ass as he walked by her heading back towards his office. "Now to find Janie" she thought; she found her in Danny's room folding some clothes and putting them away. "You know, you should just move in and take the title of Nanny instead of sitter, maybe I should demand your parents kick you out so you can move in with us." The look of pain and dread that crossed the woman's face, made Melanie wonder what she had said. She quickly added "Hey I know no 21 year old that wants to live with her employer, but how about shopping, some lunch and staying for supper, unless of course you have a date tonight. A hot thing like you must have a date list a mile long!" Janie just looked at her "nope, no date I'm free to hang out with you" Did Melanie just call me hot? She wondered. "Hey Mel" Janie said, "shouldn't I run home and change first? All this is, is a bikini cover, it's not something to go shopping in" "It looks positively delicious if you ask me, only thing I can see wrong is you still have your bikini on, bare skin would be much better!" "Step into the dressing room, and we'll find something of mine you can wear. Okay now turn around and I'll untie the top" Melanie said after Janie took the cover up off. "You don't have to help me, I can reach" Janie stammered. "Nonsense" replied Melanie "it will be a lot faster if I help" while saying that Melanie released the ties around Janie's neck and with the other hand she undid the ties around her back. She pulled the top and threw it in the hamper. "There you go!" Melanie said, and then took a deep breath sucking in some air. "Wow Janie, you have perfect tits!" Janie felt her face go hot, she couldn't think or move. "Mine aren't much different, I think we're the same size" she giggled "are your nipples sensitive?" Janie just nodded; she seemed to lose the ability to speak. "Mine are too" be fore she knew what she was doing; she reached out and lightly rubbed Janie's nipples. The reaction of her nipples was very apparent. "Definatly sensitive" Melanie said and gave Janie a wink. "Here, if you don't want to wear your cover up, here is an outfit similar to mine" Melanie said tossing the shirt and skirt on the bed, "'I've always wanted to share clothes and other things with a girl I can trust" she said as she headed towards the dressing room door "Meet you in the kitchen." Janie was glued to the spot as she watched Melanie walk away; her body seemed to be electrified, just by one simple touch. She finally moved, and pulled on the skirt and shirt. The smooth feel of the fabric made her nipples ache even more, if only she could hide the evidence of their hardness, "oh well" she muttered and headed for the kitchen. John sat staring at the baby monitor, "what had just happened" he wondered. "Did Melanie do what it sounded like she did?" She said Janie's nipples are sensitive, so either she touched them or asked while she was topless. His mind was spinning; he would make it a point to ask Melanie later. As Melanie started to head out of the driveway, she looked at Janie and said "top up or down?" "Top down" was Janie's reply. Melanie smiled and started to pull down the shoulder of her shirt, "oh you mean the convertible top!" She grinned as she hit the button to lower the canvas top. Janie's pulse was in her throat, and man was her pulse racing! After a couple of hours of shopping, both girls were getting tired, "time for some new toys" Melanie said as she turned into an adult toy store. She knew exactly what she wanted and walked up to the clerk. "I need some really strong restraints, the last ones broke" she said. The clerk couldn't help but stare at the two beautiful women, finally when he realized she had stopped talking he shook his head, smiled and turned a deep shad of red as Melanie looked straight at the bulge in his pants and then back into his eyes. "Are you going to stare at my tits all day? Or will I get the restraints?" She said. He jumped at the statement and quickly got what she asked him for. "Can I get you anything else? He asked. "As a matter of fact, there is. "I want two remote controlled vibrators and the batteries please." As he went to get what she asked for, all he could think of is how it would feel to be pumping in and out of her and pulling on those beautiful tits, he would keep her restrained and her friend too. His fantasy came to an abrupt stop when she purchased everything and told him to have a good afternoon. He watched them walk out of the store, wishing he could go with them. The ride to the restaurant was animated as both women sang loudly with the radio and laughed at the stares the got from other motorists. Janie looked at her friend with a question in her eyes when Melanie said "let's go to the ladies room before we go in to be seated." Janie followed her into the empty ladies room. "I need help with something" Melanie said as Janie has started towards one of the stalls. Janie didn't think twice and followed her friend into the stall. When the door was latched, Melanie handed Janie the small vibrator with an antennae on it and said "I don't want the antennae to show with this short skirt, will you make sure it can't be seen?" Melanie didn't give Janie any time to think, she quickly removed her thong and put her foot up on the toilet. Janie slowly reached out and touched Melanie's skirt, she inched the other hand with the vibrator slowly towards Melanie's pussy. Melanie whispered "Janie, you don't have to be scared, I won't move and if you don't want to, just tell me" she said. Janie looked at her and smiled, "lead the way, I'm not scared, just surprised" she said. Melanie smiled and lifted her skirt. "Will you put it in for me?" Janie didn't answer, she just nodded her head yes and dropped to one knee. As she looked at Melanie's smooth pussy, she could feel herself get moist. She smiled as she heard Melanie gasp as the vibrator slipped between her lips and Janie purposely dragged it over her clit. She slid it inside Melanie's pussy and reassured Melanie that the antenna was not visible. Janie stood back up and reached for the door latch. Melanie put one hand on her arm and said "we're not quite done here." Janie looked at her with question, and then saw the other vibrator in Melanie's hand. "Why else would I buy two?" Melanie said with a smile, "you didn't think I'd leave you out did you?" Janie just looked at her, then smiled and said "I'm glad you didn't!" Melanie reached under Janie's skirt to remove her panties and was surprised when she didn't find any. "You're one step ahead of me aren't you?" Melanie asked. "No, I borrowed your clothes remember"? "Hold your skirt up for me" Melanie said. Janie obliged and lifted the hem of her skirt. Melanie took her first look of Janie's shaved pussy. She ran her hand up the inside of Janie's thigh, which made Janie shiver. Melanie parted Janie's lips with one hand and smiled as she felt how wet she was. As she started to push the vibrator into Janie, she had a devilish thought. Just as she was putting the vibe in its place so the antennae wouldn't show, she looked up and saw Janie had her eyes closed; she leaned in and ran her tongue over Janie's clit, which made Janie moan with pleasure. Melanie stood up, looked Janie deep in the eyes and said "ready for an exciting meal?" Janie just nodded; she didn't know if she would have a voice if she tried to speak. Melanie reached for the door latch, Janie, her actions now fed by the arousal she was feeling, reached out and cupped both of Melanie's tits in her hands. Melanie gasped in surprise and leaned into Janie's hands. As Janie started teasing Melanie's nipples, she captured Melanie's mouth with hers and started to explore her mouth with her tongue. Melanie groaned as their kiss was broken, "now I'm ready for that meal" Janie said. As the two women were seated, Janie couldn't help but wonder when she would be handed the remote to turn her toy on. Her pussy was aching for attention and the vibe just might make her pussy feel better. The waiter, who was undressing both women with his eyes, waited while they looked over the drinks selection. "I'll have whatever she orders" Melanie said looking at the waiter, whose eyes were transfixed on Janie's hard nipples poking through the flimsy material. Janie cleared her throat and ordered two glasses of wine. The waiter, now red faced for being caught leering, hurried off with the order. "I do believe that guy got hard looking at your nipples" Melanie said. "Maybe the server will entertain us too" Janie giggled. Melanie slid a small control over to Janie's hand, "shall we see if they work?" Melanie asked. Janie took her control and hit the "low" button. Nothing, maybe it's the control she thought and hit the "medium" button. Still nothing, but a noise Melanie made Janie look up. Melanie's eyes were closed and her nipples were pushing hard against the fabric. Janie smiled, she had Melanie's remote! She decided to make sure and hit the "fast" button just as the drinks arrived. "Your server will be with you in a minute he said, smiling at Janie who returned the smile. "I'll be back in a little bit to see if you need more wine." Janie nodded her head and Melanie groaned. He looked at Melanie; she seemed to be writing a little in her seat. He walked slowly back to the bar. Janie hit the "off" button, Melanie sighed and said "defiantly a smart purchase, but two can play at that game" as she hit the "medium" button for Janie's vibe. She smiled as the server came up to the booth and introduced himself. While Janie was trying to maintain a calm look on her face, her body was reacting fiercely to the vibrations in her pussy. Melanie ordered first and was about to finish her order when the vibe in her pussy jumped to life. Her voice cracked, and the server knew something was going on. "Are you okay?" he asked. Melanie smiled, showed him the control unit, pressed the "fast" button and when Janie groaned Melanie said "We're both fine, thank you." She finished placing the order; Janie gasped the words "I'll have what she's having" and was having a hard time not to rub herself on the chair. The vibrations stopped; Janie looked at the server who was still standing there watching Melanie and glancing at the control in her hand. Janie noticed the bulge in his pants, "we're done ordering" Janie said with a smile. The server jumped and excused himself. Janie wanted so badly to rub her clit, her pussy was aching and she wanted to cum. She turned Melanie's vibe off and smiled as her friend opened her eyes with a whimper. "Man, that feels so good, I want to cum so badly" Melanie admitted. "I know, I feel the same; I think my pussy is on fire" Janie said. Melanie saw the server talking to the waiter that took their drinks order, saw him look over towards their table then back at the server with wide eyes. Melanie looked at Janie and asked "you sounded like you needed to talk this morning, we're alone now, what was wrong? "Other than needing to cum?" Janie asked. "Okay, you can tell me before we leave" Melanie said while hitting the "fast button on the control. Janie groaned and closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat pushing her nipples into the fabric of her shirt. A New Beginning Janie didn't notice the waiter on his way back to the booth, but Melanie did and put one finger to her lip, demanding his silence. He stood there silently and refilled the wine glasses and watched as Janie started rocking her hips back and forth on the chair. She didn't even open her eyes as she pressed the button on Melanie's remote, but heard her groan. The waiter stood staring at the two women. Melanie whispered "I'm gonna cum" "So am I" Janie answered. Both women had a hard time not to scream in pleasure as their orgasms shook through their bodies. As the vibes were turned off and the women opened their eyes, Janie gasped in shock to see the waiter standing there. "Don't worry he's not going to say a thing" Melanie said with a smile. The waiter just nodded with a lustful look in his eyes. "Tell the server he missed the show" Melanie said. The waiter looked at her with a look of someone who had been caught. "And please tell him to hurry, we're hungry" Janie said. The waiter all but ran from the booth, how did they know what the server had been hoping for, hell even he was hoping for it. He didn't want to watch, he wanted to join in with both women. It wasn't even five minutes and their meals were brought to them, with the bill that said "paid in full, enjoy your meals." The waiter raised an empty wine glass in a mock toast. "I guess that was a thank you" Janie said. "I guess so" Melanie replied. As they finished their meals, Janie blurted out "my parents are moving. I have to move into my own place and get a job in order to stay in college and pay rent." Her eyes welled up with tears, "we'll always be friends right Mel?" Melanie reached across the table taking Janie's hands in hers; "Always Janie and lets not get negative, maybe something will happen for the better! We'll think of something, we always do! Lets get the take out order for supper, we can't forget to feed John" Melanie laughed trying to lighten the mood. Janie, not realizing she was talking out loud said "I know what I'd like to feed him." Then looked at Melanie when she realized she had actually spoken the words. If Melanie had heard her, she didn't let on that she had, Janie sighed with relief, she didn't want to offend her friend, which was the last thing she wanted to do. When they got back to the house, they put the take out for supper in the fridge with the plans of heating it up later when they were all hungry. "How are my two favorite ladies?" John said walking into the kitchen. Melanie kissed her husband and said "did you miss us?" "I sure did" he said giving Melanie ass a squeeze, "Janie would you mind taking Danny outside for a while?" Melanie asked. Janie smiled and went towards Danny's room. "You want me all to yourself don't you?" John breathed in her ear while reaching under her skirt to squeeze her ass. Melanie wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, "as much as I want you," she said, "I have a question for you. Smiling as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties "ask away" he said. She found it very hard to concentrate as he stroked and petted her legs and ass. "John, you know how you've been planning on renting the basement now that you've made it into a small apartment?" "Yes sweetie and I know you think it would invade some of our privacy, but there are a lot of good kids that would appreciate the place. It may only be four rooms, but it's furnished and it's nice, I wish I could have had an opportunity like that when I was in school." John said. He sat down facing his wife, wondering where she was going with this. Melanie blurted everything out about Janie's parents moving and how she was worried about losing them as friends and couldn't be employed by us when this happens. "Well, john said with a smile. How about we offer her the apartment, she can keep working for us, and going to school. We'll knock the rent price down way low and once a month she can watch Danny for the whole weekend while we get away somewhere." Melanie hugged her husband "that's a great idea! I think she will love the idea!" Melanie couldn't wait to tell Janie! As John rubbed his hands up her legs, pushing the hem of her skirt up, he looked at her quizzically; "what's this? He asked moving the antennae that she had forgotten about. "Oh that" she grinned, it's another toy. Maybe I'll let you have the controls" she said. Just as she leaned to kiss him, the doorbell rang. She heard Janie say hello and then called out "John your mom is here" as they turned to greet them, Joyce hugged everyone and asked "I hope I didn't stop at a bad time, I know I didn't call" "Not at all, let me put some coffee on" Melanie offered. "Oh no dear, I can't stay; I just wanted to know if instead of tomorrow night, if Danny could come over tonight for the weekend. I have missed him so much while we've been in London." John looked at Melanie and said "it's okay with me if it's okay with you." "You'll have to wait while I go get some of his things together" Melanie said. "I'll be right back." Janie came in to help pack some things together. "I guess this means you won't need me this weekend" Janie said with a frown. Melanie stood up, smiled and said "I don't want you to go anywhere" and reached out and pulled Janie close for a hug. "Your weekend is here if you want" Janie sighed letting her breath tickle Melanie's neck, "I defiantly want to be here" Janie answered. "Good, that's what I wanted to hear." Melanie replied. After his mom left with their son, John announced that he was going to take a shower. The girls decided to go hang out by the pool. Melanie made them each a couple of drinks and they sat with their feet in the pool. John was letting the hot water beat down on his body. "Janie living in the basement," he thought. Could he control himself? Knowing she would be sleeping, showering and fucking right in his basement? The thought made his cock stand up. He closed his eyes and began sliding a soapy hand up and down his shaft. He pictured Janie naked, those hard nipples begging for attention, her screams of pleasure as he drove his cock in her pussy. He heard a noise and saw someone enter the bathroom. "Mel, is that you"? He asked. "Nope, sorry John, we both had to go really bad and Mel said we could probably sneak in here without you noticing" Janie answered. "It worked for Mel, but I guess I'm not as quiet" she said. "N.n..No problem" John stammered. He waiting until he saw her shadow leave the room. Guess I'll change and meet the girls by the pool he thought, trying to make his aching cock relax. If he stayed in the pool, maybe he could hide how aroused he was until he and Mel were alone. He stepped into the dressing room and closed the door, dropping his towel. He saw Melanie bent over with just the bottom of her suit on, trying to find a bikini top. "What a wonderful position you are in" John said as he pressed his cock against her ass and leaned in to grab her nipples. She seemed frozen. "Don't worry, the door is closed, Janie won't see or hear us" he said. She stood up and turned around. "No but y our wife might" Janie said. John jumped and just looked at the girl he had mistaken for his wife. "Holy shit Janie, I'm so sorry, I thought you were Mel" She reached for the top she had found and looked at the hard cock pointing at her. She looked at him and said "I wish I was Mel" and a moment of bravery came over her, she reached out and drug a finger over the head of his cock. He groaned and backed away, letting her have room to pass by him. "Meet you in the pool" she said She went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaning on it. What had she just done? She knew it was wrong, but seeing John's cock and feeling it pressed against her made her extremely wet. If I would have stayed bent over, he would have shoved that monster in me she thought while pinching her nipples. John sat beside his wife at the pool. They had always been very open with each other, so he explained what had happened in the dressing room. "My, what a bad boy you are" Melanie said. "Trying to fuck another woman, in my dressing room while she is wearing my clothes? What am I going to do with you?" "I've got some ideas, but let's tell Janie about the apartment first," she smiled with a lustful look in her eyes. Janie's eyes welled up with tears as Melanie and John explained about the small basement apartment. When John explained the conditions, she started crying. She couldn't' believe her luck! Nothing had to change and she had a place of her own! "We'll have you sign the papers if you agree" Melanie said, and started laughing when Janie all but tackled her with a hug. Melanie pulled Janie so she was straddling her legs as she sat on her lap. "Does that mean yes?" Melanie asked. "Of course that is a yes! I can't believe it!" She grabbed Melanie's face and started kissing her, she pushed her tongue into Melanie's mouth and tangled her hands in Melanie's hair. John sat quietly, stunned at what was happening in front of him. Melanie reached around Janie and undid the top to her bikini, letting it fall away and freeing her tits. Melanie groaned when Janie did the same to her. Both of them broke the kiss to rub each others nipples. "Hey, I came up with the idea" John said. Janie looked at Melanie. Melanie nodded and said "you can thank him too". Janie stood and turned, then bent in front of John and started kissing him. Janie moaned when he started pinching and rolling her nipples with his fingers. Melanie reached up and pulled Janie's thong off, and then removed her own. As John and Janie continued to kiss, Melanie started rubbing Janie's pussy with her fingers. Slowly she started with one finger, then with two. Janie broke the kiss with John, unable to think of anything except the fingers rubbing her wet pussy. John stood up, watching his wife as she stroked her friend's pussy. He kicked off his shorts and started to rub the head of his cock. Melanie smiled at him and pulled her fingers out of Janie's pussy. Janie whimpered, then moaned when Melanie started work her tongue around where her fingers just left. Melanie centered herself and started sucking on Janie's clit. Janie was moaning and her breathing was very fast. Melanie would bring her very close to cumming and then back off, driving her wild. John couldn't believe what he was watching. Janie was covered with sweat, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. John stepped forward and slid his cock over her lips. Janie reacted by opening her mouth and licking the head of his cock. When he slid his cock forward a bit, she started sucking wildly. John started working his cock in and out of her mouth, the sensation was unbelievable! He stopped as Janie started thrashing around. He knew she was cumming on his wife's face. When her orgasm stopped, she turned around and kissed Melanie. "My turn" she said. Melanie was on her back and Janie started licking Melanie's nipples and worked her way down to her pussy. When she reached Melanie's pussy, she drove her tongue deep inside her making Melanie scream out. John smiled as his wife looked at him and winked. John moved forward and started to rub the head of his cock between Janie's pussy lips. Janie moaned into Melanie's pussy and started sucking her clit, which made Melanie cry out again. John grabbed Janie's hips and pushed his cock all the way inside of her. "Man, she's tighter than I imagined" he thought; and started fucking her at a fast speed. Melanie reached her limit and started to cum, flooding Janie's face with her juices. She pulled away and sat up, reached for Janie's hard nipples and smiled at the girl. "Are you going to cum on my husband's big cock? Do you like his cock slamming into your little pussy?" Janie looked at her and smiled. "Yeah I love his cock Mel, it feels so good" Janie said. Talking dirty to Melanie pushed Janie over the edge and she started cumming on John's cock. John moved from Janie, his cock still hard. Melanie pushed him down onto his back and straddled his cock. "Are you ready for my pussy?" she asked. "Please" he moaned, "I can't wait to feel your pussy" he said. She didn't give him any warning and dropped herself down taking all of him inside of her with a groan. He reached out and grabbed her tits and looked at Janie, who was sitting right beside them watching. "Sit on his face Janie" Melanie said "his tongue will make you cum fast!" Janie lowered her pussy over John's face, rubbing Melanie's skin, matching John's caresses. John was groaning into Janie's pussy. Janie was nearing another orgasm when Melanie let out a scream. Janie watched as Melanie continued to ride John's cock, and watched as a flood of juices ran down and covered his balls. Janie started to cum again, grinding herself on John's tongue. Their screams drove him over the edge and he started shooting cum into Melanie's pussy. As they all started to recover from their orgasms, Melanie looked at John and said "I think Janie living in the apartment will be a wonderful thing, think of all the fun we will have!" Janie smiled and leaned in; "I agree" she said and kissed Melanie. "When can I move in? "The sooner the better" John groaned "the sooner the better" The end; or just the beginning? A New Beginning They had known each other for years. They went to the same college, the same parties, and as time went on they got closer. The four of them started out as 4 separate individuals, and over the years they became two couples. Haley and Jonah were the wild ones. They had been married for 13 years, by this time, and no one could deny that they were great together. Jaylynne and Harry were more conservative. They often boasted that they kept the other two in line. They were a great couple, but it had taken them longer to get things together than their friends, and they were only in their 2nd year of marriage. Tonight was a monumental one, of sorts. The boys had started their own business a few years ago, but only yesterday they had gotten their first big break. The four of them were supposed to have dinner and drinks at their favorite place and then go back to the office for more celebrations. The girls were very proud of their men and wanted this night to be extra special. They had been talking about it for years. Just the normal drunken jokes back and forth, but they both harbored a deep fantasy. Something that the men in their lives would be very embarrassed to talk about. They sat down at dinner, just like any other night, and talk of the impending fortune to be made hastily became the topic of discussion. The guys didn't even notice when Jaylynne ordered the champagne. Dinner was just as good as it has always been, but with the added haze of champagne, the boys decided that dessert was in order. They ordered the night's special, and raised their glasses again to their success. When the fondue style dessert arrived at the table, they were on their second bottle of the very expensive champagne. They had never had the taste for champagne before tonight. They had always stuck to the traditional Jack and Coke for the guys and the girls rotated with whatever vodka martini they favored at the moment, but tonight was different. Tonight was all about celebrations. New beginnings. Soon they were full of chocolate covered fruit and their 3rd empty bottle of champagne had been taken minutes ago by the waiter, who looked rather annoyed. They decided that it would be best to take the party back to the office. When they walked in, the building was deserted and the familiar twinkle of the florescent lights above their heads was a welcome brightness after the dimly lit restaurant. Harry went around his desk and brought out 4 glasses and a sniffer of brandy and poured each of them a measure of the dark red liquid, and then held up his own and toasted to life long friends. They all drank deeply, savoring the rich and bitter taste. "Where did you get this stuff?" Haley asked with a distinct look of curiosity on her incredibly beautiful face. "I got it from our new client as a show of good things to come" Harry said taking another draw from his glass. "Well," Jaylynne said smirking, "To good things to come." With that they each raised their glasses and drained what was left in their glasses. Jonah refilled everyone's glasses and sat the cravat back on Harry's desk. Harry and Jonah went off in search of music and comfortable chairs, and left the girls alone in Harry's office. "Well, this is it." Haley said, "You, sure you're up for this?" Jaylynne looked her best friend right in the eyes and smiled, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that Haley had never seen. "I have been waiting on this for a long time; there is no way I am backing out now." Just then they heard the music. The guys had turned on the stereo and were on their way back. Haley took the lead. She put her glass down and moved closer to Jaylynne. Jaylynne was beautiful. She had a great body, and she had always looked much younger than Haley even though they were the same age. She was beautiful so naturally that even she didn't notice most of the time. Her short brown hair teased her facial features and brought out her large green eyes. She was very slender every where except her breasts. She said that she hated them most of the time, but tonight they were on display in her low cut dress. Every inch of her skin glowed and shimmered. Her long bare legs looked even longer in her stilettos. When Haley moved across the room toward her friend, she moved with confidence. This was not the first time that she had thought of this day, and she didn't want to waste anytime by being bashful. She pushed her long red curls out of her face and she moved in to kiss Jaylynne. The moment that Haley's glossy red lips touched Jaylynne's pursed lips, all of their hesitations melted away. They slowly deepened the kiss, tasting each other for the first time. As the kiss grew more heated Jaylynne moved her limp hands to Haley's waist and pulled her closer. Haley's mind was racing behind her closed eyes, and her hands were now simultaneously unzipping Jaylynn's dress and gripping her hair, deepening the kiss with every second. When Jonah and Harry reached his office door, Haley and Jaylynne were undressing each other as they stayed connected at the lips. Harry looked embarrassed but as he went to announce their presents Jonah stopped him. Jonah put his fingers to his lips and looked back at the girls. Jonah couldn't believe it. Sure he and Haley had talked about it, and he had never denied how hot it would be, but he had never thought that this would ever happen. Him standing here, watching his wife make out with one of their best friends. It was extremely erotic. Harry could feel himself hardening in his slacks and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide it for long, but still, he had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to just stand back and watch? Was he supposed to join in? And what would Jonah do? He was starting to freak out when the girls finally noticed that they were in the room. Haley just smiled, as she walked over to Jonah. "So, I hear that you fixed the music situation..." "Yeah, it wasn't too hard. Looks like you girls kept busy while we were away." He said returning her wry smile with his own. Jaylynne was stunned and unsure of what to say and more unsure that she would collapse if she tried to move. She tried to adjust her dress as Harry walked toward her, but it was only barely there when zipped and the more she fussed with it, the more skin she showed. The fact that the two women had stopped kissing had no bearing on his now rock hard cock. He tried to hide it as he walked toward her, but ever time she tried to hide herself the more she showed and all he could think of was that he wanted to touch her. He didn't say a word as he stepped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her passionately and she lost hold of her dress and it pooled at her feet. He didn't notice, or didn't care, because he just kept right on kissing her. His hands roamed all over her body, cupping her ass in his hands and teasing her nipples with his fingers. When his fingers finally grazed over the crotch of her lace thong he could feel her wetness. Haley was surprised at the ease of Harry's movements. She had thought that it would take much more to convince him. She was admiring Harry's visible hard on when Jonah kissed her neck from behind. He knew that would get her attention and he was right, she spun around and greeted his smiling lips with a heavy kiss. When she came up for air he smiled again as he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. There they stood, each involved in their significant other, barely noticing that there were others in the room. They went on like this for a few minutes, and by the time that they realized that there was more on the horizon, they were all standing naked, clawing and suckling whatever they could get there hands on. Jaylynne noticed Haley first. Haley had been pushed into a rolling chair and now had her legs spread wide as Jonah was licking and sucking on her pussy. Jonah had been thorough about removing her clothes and the only thing that remained on Haley's body was her high heeled sandals and her diamond necklace. A cascade of red curls spilled over her large supple breasts covering her nipples from view. Jaylynne could see her hips moving uncontrollably as Jonah continued on. Harry had stopped to watch as well. Haley looked so incredibly sexy. He could tell that she was going to climax, and he wanted to be a part of it. But how? His hard on had not waned in the slightest, and he wanted to fuck. He longed to feel the warm tight flesh around his cock. Harry was still watching when Haley opened her eyes and saw him stroking his long hard dick. She winked at him and Harry instantly flushed. Jonah was fingering her ass and pussy now as he teased her clit with his tongue and she was on the edge. Jaylynne had seen Haley wink at Harry and she was tired of waiting. She decided to use the wink as an invitation. She moved closer to Haley and Jonah, leaving Harry staring aghast, and when she reached them she leaned over and stifled Haley's moans with her mouth. As they kissed Jonah finally looked up from his task and noticed that Jaylynne's firm ass was directly in his face. He looked over he shoulder and motioned for harry to join them. He looked back to Jaylynne's perfect ass and lightly smacked it. It got her attention, but she didn't take her lips away from Haley's, instead she spread her legs, putting her luscious pink twat on display. He continued to finger fuck his wife as he tasted Jaylynne for the first time. She was already wet, and her moist lips tasted sweet on his tongue. Haley was now moaning and he knew that she wanted to be fucked, but the sweet nectar on his lips was something he wanted to explore more, and he didn't have a second thought as Harry moved in to take over for him. Jaylynne had begun to tremble as she moved from Haley's lips down to suckle on her nipples. Jonah was just as good as Haley had always boasted, and she wanted nothing to interrupt her growing orgasm. Haley could tell what was on Harry mind and it was exactly what she wanted, but he still seemed hesitant. She would have to take control. She leaned forward so that Harry's cock was right in her face and she grabbed him and moved him closer, and then she took it into her mouth. He gasped and slowly began to relax as he watched Haley take all of him deep into her mouth. He glanced over at his wife who was now bent over the chair, moaning and grinding her ass into Jonah's face. God, all of this is so weird, Harry thought, but it didn't last long, because Haley was now attacking his cock with her mouth, teasing the head of his penis with her tongue and playing with balls. He could no longer think of anything other than the growing need to fuck her. She continued to take him deep in her mouth grabbing his ass, pulling him in deeper and deeper. He was going to explode, and his gaze kept going from Haley's talented mouth to his wife's dripping twat. He pulled back and Haley looked up at him. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. She got up from her chair and guided him over to his desk. He followed her intently staring at her voluptuous ass as she sauntered. When she got to the desk she asked him how he wanted her. Such a simple question, but instead of answering her, he just turned her around and bent her over the desk. She obligingly bent over the desk and presented her throbbing pussy, he entered her with such force that she thought that she might scream, but nothing came out. He pounded her sopping wet twat over and over. She could feel herself peaking with every thrust. He was hitting her g-spot with amazing accuracy and she greeted each trust with one of her own. He knew that he would be done soon and that was not a part of the plan. He reached around her and started tweaking her erect nipples and with his other hand he played with her clit. He could feel her pussy tightening around him and it was taking every ounce of control that he had not to blow his load. When her orgasm came, she screamed out his name, and her twat throbbed around him. The scream overpowered Jaylynn's senses and sent her over the edge. She writhed trying her best to stay on her feet and Jonah continued to finger her ass as he sucked on her clit. Her juices poured over his face. Jonah cleaned her up with his mouth, as she trembled with pleasure. He was on his knees and his cock was aching for some attention. The orgasm was too much for Jaylynne to bear, she was going to fall if she didn't get off her feet, so finally she turned around and caught sight of Jonah's long thick cock for the first time. The smile came to her lips before she could think of anything else and Jonah saw it immediately, and returned her smile. Using the toe of her four inch stiletto she pushed him on his ass. He was leaning up on his elbows when she stepped over him. He could see that she was going to mount him, and he was more than ready. She slowly lowered herself over him staying on her feet. She teased him by keeping herself hovering right above the head of his cock. He had been waiting too long so he brought his hips up and entered her wet slit quickly and she through her head back and moaned as he filled her. Haley was still recovering from her orgasm when she noticed Jaylynne riding Jonah, but the sight of them made her juices flow again. She took Harry by the hand and guided him over to the other two. Jonah smiled at the sight of his wife and lay down flat on the floor so that she could straddle his face. As Haley dropped to her knees over Jonah's face and he began to feast on her dripping pussy, Harry watched his wife as she impaled herself on Jonah's cock. He moved closer to her and grabbed her short brown hair and moved her mouth onto his waiting cock. Jaylynne continued to move up and down on Jonah as she sucked Harry's cock. Jonah's mind was racing as he ate his wife pussy while being fucked by Jaylynne and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel Jaylynne's juices flow on his cock as she came and seconds later Haley came filling his mouth with her fragrant orgasm. He needed a change of pace, or he was going to explode. Haley could see Jonah's body tensing up and she knew he wouldn't last much longer if they didn't change things up. She got to her feet and moved Harry away from Jaylynne. She wanted to taste her. She grabbed her hand and led her to the chair. Jaylynne fell into the chair, still reeling from her latest orgasm. Haley dropped to her knees and parted Jaylynn's legs and tasted her for the first time. She was already soaking wet from the night's previous events and the taste of her was amazing. She teased her swollen clit with her tongue, slowly flicking it across her lips and clit. She could hear Jaylynne's moans and she was getting wetter with every little sound. She was more than ready when she felt the cock enter her from behind. She didn't know who it was at first, but when Jonah came up beside Jaylynne presenting his cock to be sucked, she knew it was Harry behind her. Jaylynne was now sucking Jonah's dick as Haley ate her pussy veraciously. Haley could not have hoped for a better outcome. She was thoroughly enjoying herself as Harry fucked her and she ate out Jaylynne, but there was more to her fantasy. Could she pull it off? The instant that she looked at Jonah, she knew that she would be able to. Jonah knew that Haley had been waiting for this for a while and he knew what would put her over the edge. He motioned Harry to come and sit in the chair, and he did so with no argument. Harry moved the chair closer to Jaylynne's and Haley move her mouth from Jaylynne's now throbbing pussy to Harry's waiting hard on. As she sucked Harry's cock she fingered Jaylynne's pussy and ass. She was very intent on making them come at the same time, so much so that she didn't notice where Jonah had gone. Soon it was clear, because she felt him enter her ass moments later. He entered her slowly fingering her twat as he did so. She was so tight. He knew that he wouldn't last long, but he knew that she wouldn't either. She could feel it coming and she wanted them all to finish at the same time. She sucked and stroked Harry as she pounded Jaylynn's pussy with her other hand. She could feel Harry's balls tightening and knew that he was about to come. Jaylynne had become totally silent and her body was in a fit of tremors. Jonah was at the end of his rope, and with one final thrust into Haley's ass he let loose the orgasm that he had been holding back. He tried not to cry out, but it was too much and he moaned loud as he emptied into her. Haley's pussy gushed over his fingers and onto the floor. Seconds later he saw Harry grip tighten on the arms of the chair, as he moaned, knowing that he was shooting his load into his wife's mouth. Jaylynne's orgasm was the last to come, but when it did it shook her entire body and she let out the deepest growl of a moan that Jonah had ever heard. They all collapsed where they were, too spent to speak. They all just lie there with their eyes closed and enjoyed the waves that were crashing through their bodies. Needless to say, they all became much closer that night, and that first time led to many more nights of fun. They joked later about their odd relationship, but they were all glad at the way things had transpired. There was never any need for jealousy because they all shared equally, and everyone was well satisfied. They were now more inseparable than ever. A New Beginning "No, you can't take a picture, you can see my nipples!" Kathi said obviously in a prudish mood again. It was her birthday and I had bought her some new clothing. The bras and pants were easy enough, but the tops...See, I have two problems when it comes to her tops, one is that I like them to be either semi transparent -- not slutty see-thru - , or be able to be a little revealing. The second problem is she has 38dd's. Needless to say, her tops are loose on her torso, but tight on her tits. I love the way it makes her look and she knows it. One of the tops that I got her was a sheer black see-thru number that goes over the lace tank top that I got with it. She looked stunning in it and I was sporting the erection from hell to prove it! I snap pictures of her as often as I can, she's hot and when she's with me I'm hard as a rock all the time. When I'm not though, I like to have a few naughty and nice pics on my laptop so I can 'occupy' some down time, hence her complaining about the pic that I wanted to take of her in her new top. "Yes I can see your nipples, but that's the point of the pic!" I said quickly trying to get her at least talking about it. "What if somebody else sees? What then huh?" "No one will see," I knew the answer to this one "It will stay in a folder stashed on my laptop with the others." "Because you know, if someone else see's this, I'm deleting all of your pics" Kathi said obviously a little stern. "No one is going to see them, just me" I said knowing that I'm about to get a few more for my collection! The top was a peasant type, wide open neck with a little tie. Black and oh so sheer you could see every little detail of her pink nipples right thru it. My cock was hard as a rock and she knew it, staring every time I had to adjust. She bent over a little at the waist for me and a perfect picture was taken as her breasts swayed to the movement. I was going to ask her if I could play with her nipples to make them hard, but it seems that the fabric brushing against her now erect nipples did it for me. She cupped her hands under her beautiful tits and held them there as I snapped another shot. Now with her leaning against the door frame to our room, she raises her arms above her head thrusting her cream colored tits straight out. I snap three more and that quick... "Ok, you've had your fun, that's enough" smiling as she said it, obvious that she was enjoying herself. "That's fine; these will make an excellent addition to my screensaver." Now, like most guys, I like to show the wife off a little. I'm very proud of my 'catch', and for some other guy to check her out lustfully boosts not only her confidence but my ego also knowing that I was lucky enough to get her and he's stuck with what he's got. Besides, the clothes that I buy her are just enough to make someone look twice. It gets them in trouble with their girlfriend and Kathi blushes when I tell her that she's being checked out. And that's what's funny, even though she acts like one hell of a prude sometimes, she gets hot and fidgety when I tell her that some guy was staring at her. So, we have our little game. She play's the prude, I take naughty pics and expose her a little, she gets wet and we fuck like rabbits! Nice game. Up until that one day... It was a Thursday just after lunch, and I was bored as hell. I had been looking at the new screensaver pics of the wife and visions of me slamming my cock into her kept replaying in my head. I had to do something, my dick was throbbing and pre cum was threatening to leak out everywhere. I closed out the folder and left my desk to go see what everyone else was doing. "Where do you want this paperwork?" Cole asked as I walked by. "Just set it on my desk and I'll be there in a minute." I said trying to hide my obvious hard-on. About 10 minute's go by and all the other guys are doing fine...then the realization flashed in front of me. Cole was waiting at my desk for me, I had closed the folder with the wife, but I had forgotten she was on screensaver also! I decided not to rush in there, but to sneak a look and see what he's doing. As I approached my office door, I peeked around the corner and sure enough Cole was wide eyed and staring! My heart started racing knowing what pics were there and what he was thinking! I backed up silently and had to push the images out of my head; it made my cock so hard it almost hurt. I had decided to make some noise like I was coming down the hallway just to see what he would do. Sure enough as I rounded the corner, he had turned around so as not to be looking at my laptop. "The paperwork on my desk?" I ask nonchalantly. "Just like you asked." "So what are you still doing here? You're not looking at my wife on the laptop are you?!" "No... I mean...I didn't see anything!" the answer came back quickly. Busted. "So which was it? No, or yes, but you don't want to say anything?" I quickly responded to keep him over the barrel. "I...um..." "Don't bullshit me Cole; I've known you for too long." "Fine!" he almost yelled. "Yea I saw Kathi, but I didn't look." Calming down now as he said it. "Cole...I remember not too long ago you telling me that you thought she was hot and also told me that you wanted to fuck her!" "Ok. Yea but..." "Then just a week later, asking me if I would mind if you did fuck her. Wait a minute, you asked me that several times and now there are pics of her on my laptop and you're telling me that you looked away?!" He was sinking fast and he knew it. I had put him on the spot and now there was no where left for him to go. I had to let him off the hook. He was my best friend, and I do have to admit that when he said that he wanted to fuck Kathi, strangely the thought of a threesome kinda turned me on. "I'm fucking around with you man! I saw you looking, and I really don't care." "Really?" "As long as it's just you. Besides, she's really hot and I get to stare all the time! Here, look at this one..."I said as I walked toward the laptop. Ok, so I'm about to show my best friend a pic of my wife's tits and it's turning me on! I wasn't sure why I was doing this, but he was following me to my side of the desk and I all of a sudden wanted him to see more. I opened the folder and clicked on the first pic and there she was in all her semi-see-thru glory! I'd click through slowly listening to the little sounds coming from him. "Damn she has nice tits! I hope you don't mind me saying but I'd love to squeeze them while sucking her nipples! Does she suck your dick too?" That was kind of straight forward. I was a little taken back by this, but I guess it was no holds barred now! Good thing I had slid up to the desk, because my cock was a throbbin'! A pic comes into view of her wearing a corset with her nipples poking out of the top a little. "Yep, she's got nice lips for it and she loves to make me squirm." "What do you mean?" Cole said obviously as turned on as I was. One of my favorite pics pops up now. She has no top on, but she has her tits cupped in her hands while pinching her nipples "She goes full strokes 2 or 3 times then stops to suck on just the head while tugging on my balls. It drives me to the edge all the time" "No way!" Even though a pic of Kathi just came up of her bent over letting her tits sway in front of her, Cole was paying more attention to me now then the wife. "Hell yea she does, matter of a fact last time..." "Last time what?!" "Nothing" I said surprised that I blushed a little. "Come on, don't stop now!" Cole had turned around now and was facing more me than the laptop. Grabbing and adjusting his now swollen cock" Kathi is fucking hot! Tell me more. What else does she do?" "Well, as I was saying, she takes me in all the way a few times, and then sucks just the head. Sometimes she pulls my dick out with a popping sound and slaps my cock on her face a few times before going back to sucking it. Last time she was doing this, I told her that if she kept it up, she was going to make me blow." "Yea, and?" "Well, she kept tugging on my balls with the one hand, but with the other," trying to decide whether or not I should even say this "she moved her middle finger thru to the back and slid it into my ass!" "No shit, really?" "Damn right, with her sucking like that and then flicking her finger in circles in my ass, I blew my load so hard...I never came that hard before! It started leaking out from around her mouth, but she just kept sucking!" "Damn! Can I try?" It was easy to tell that at that moment he was ready to fuck anything! Shit, so was I! Now Cole isn't a bad looking guy, he's never had a problem getting a booty call, but since he's bi, I wouldn't admit any of that to anyone, not even him I think. I do have to admire him on his openness on sexuality though and not being inhibited by someone else's view of a naked body. But then again, there's the flip side of it also. There have been times when I've been at his place waiting on him and he's strolled out of the shower naked as a jay bird! Now I don't know whether or not it was for the shock value or just because he didn't care, he's like that. Either which way it doesn't bother me. Being in the military put's you at close quarters most of the time with other people, so needless to say there's not very many doors to hide behind when you're trying to clean your 'nether regions' with baby wipes. Now, back to the wife. I know I said that she's kind of a prude, but there are times when she's not. Those are the fun times. And it's a noticeable difference too. Example, if we take a shower together, we usually 'wash' each other. It starts out innocent enough but when she's washing her hair... "You getting in?" I ask hoping that it's a yes. "Yea I'm coming. Give me a sec." Closing the bathroom door, I hear her quickly undress. No time for any sexual thoughts because... "Peek-a-boo!" she giggles as she rips open the shower curtain. She takes my hand as I offer it to her, helping her in. In our tiny shower we shuffle around each other, our naked bodies pressed tightly, to get her in the water. Kathi puts her head into the water and lets the water trickle down her face, neck, then her pert nipples, traveling quicker down to her neatly trimmed pussy. As her nipples crinkle and become erect from the temperature change, I couldn't help but flick my tongue across it, then nibble softly. A moan escapes her lips as I start to gently suck. Massaging her other breast at the same time I start to feel my cock swell. I release her nipple from my lip lock and start to wash her hair for her. Once again I take advantage of her eyes being shut and kiss her gently on the mouth. Her lips part and she quickly darts her tongue into my mouth. Her hands slide across my chest, stomach, and then to my now fully erect cock. She strokes it gently a few times before letting go to rinse her hair. Swapping places so I can get into the shower causes my cock to poke her in the stomach "Mmmm, is all that because of little old me?" she says jokingly. I get my head wet to wash as Kathi starts to wash her body. And even though I have a closely cut Military style haircut, she always seems to finish with her body before I'm finished with my hair. I'll tell you what, if I had titties like hers, I'd have to wash them for at least ½ an hour, and that's not including playing with them during the day either! Anyway, so there I am rinsing my hair off when Kathi starts washing my body. I keep my head under the water just enjoying the moment. Washing my neck then arms, my chest then stomach. I can feel my cock hardening even more before she takes hold of it. Using both hands now to massage the soap in, I start to feel the build up of a great orgasm hitting soon! She slide's her hand up and down the shaft slowly then slips her other hand under my balls. As she kneads and tugs on my balls, she starts to speed up her 'washing', focusing more of her attention on to my sensitive and now swollen head. Her breaths becoming shorter and faster, I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was. "Slow down," I warn her "you're going to make me cum everywhere!" "We can't have that now can we." She says as she lets my pulsating cock go with a smile As she puts her foot up onto the edge of the bathtub, I slide in behind her giving me the opportune position to attack her pussy from both ends. I move my hand down her back to her ass where I start to rub. She quietly yelps in pain and surprise as I smack her ass. "You've been a bad girl haven't you?" I say smacking her ass again. This time she sucks in a hiss between her teeth moaning in pleasure. "Yes, I've been bad, real bad." I smack her ass again. "What do you want me to do now?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "You know what I want." "Tell me." I say. Nothing. I smack her ass again. "Tell ME!" "Stick your fingers in my pussy." "What, I didn't hear you?" "Stick your fingers IN MY PUSSY PLEASE! Please, please put your fingers in there." Kathi say's begging now I run my fingers down her rear, and rub little circles on the entrance to her backdoor. Continuing my way down, I find her pussy soaking wet, her lips already flared out, waiting for me. Sliding a finger in her, I sidestep around her and move my right hand over her trimmed bush. Finding what I was looking for, I start to rub her nub from the front while finger fucking her from behind! I slide a third finger into her and before long the walls of her pussy start to tighten up! She's going to cum soon I tell myself as her groans get louder "Fuck yea; jam your fingers in me! I'm going to cum on your hand! God yes! Yes, yes, fuck YEEESSSSSS OH MY GAWD!" I flick and rub her swollen clit as I rotate my fingers deep in her pussy. Grunting now, she shakes as the orgasm rushes through her entire body. "Put your cock in me! My pussy, put your cock in my pussy! I want it now!" We jump out of the shower and towel off real quick. Opening the door to the bathroom, she reaches around, grabs my cock, and drags me to the bedroom by it. Leading me to the side of the bed, she sits and engulfs me with her mouth. She grabs my ass from behind and repeatedly forces my cock all the way into her mouth until I can feel the head hitting the back of her throat and my balls slapping her chin. She moves quicker now, almost determined for me to finish. I grab her by the hair and start to take control. Holding her head still, I slow down the pace pumping forward and back into her mouth. She brings her hands back up and starts to milk my balls again. Sliding in and out of her mouth, face fucking her while she kneads and tugs on my balls, my cock starts to swell, balls start churning. I pop my cock out of her mouth and turn her over on the bed to do her doggie style. Head on the mattress and ass straight up in the air, I slide her to the edge of the bed so I can fuck her while standing. Wasting no time, I rub the head of my cock all over her pussy, coating it with her juices that are now flowing down her thighs. I slid just the tip in at first then back out. In, and back out. "So, is this ok?" as I tease her with just the tip of my cock. "Please? Please put it in me. I need your cock!" "I don't know..." I said as I braced my foot against the wall. Now, I don't consider myself well endowed, but when I slammed my cock into her, she almost screamed out in pain. Repeatedly I thrust in and out of her, feeling my balls slapping against her pussy. A faint grunting could be heard coming from Kathi, but not enough for me! I grab her hair and pull her buried face off of the bed, giving her no way to cover her sounds of passion from echoing around the room. Holding her head up from behind by her hair, I slap her on the ass hard enough to make her squeal. "You like that don't you?" I said while fucking her as hard as I could. "Yes! Fuck yes, I love it! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" She was almost screaming now "Are you my bad girl?" I ask while slapping her on the ass again. "Yes, yes. I'm your bad girl, spank me. You like spanking me? You do don't you!" she say's as she's turning her head to look at me. "Mmmmm. I want you to spank me while your fucking my pussy! Spank me. Oh yeeesssss, I'm cumming again!!" I could feel her pussy pulsating around my cock, trying to milk the cum out of me. I know I wont be able to take much more of this. Then I had an idea. With the blinds behind me, it was an easy reach. I let go of her hair in the midst of her thrashing out her orgasm, she immediately buried her head again to stifle her passionate moaning. A slight twist of my body and I reached the rod for the blinds. Turning it, I opened them enough to let anyone to catch a glimpse as they walked by, hopefully not enough for her to notice though. I was immediately brought back to me fucking my wife because I felt the flood rising in me and knew I wanted to do this different. "Fuck me. Fuck me" she kept saying while never missing a stroke. "You like this?" "Yessss, I love it. I love you cock!" "You're my little cock slut aren't you? My bad girl. You're my cock slut!" "I'm your cock slut. Yes! I love cock, I'm your cock slut!" "Roll over cock slut." I say pulling my swollen cock out of her pussy. "You want me to suck it? You want me to suck your cock?" she asks, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Before I could respond, she grabs my cock and hungrily stuffs it into her mouth. Her hand pumping in time to her head sliding up and down was bringing me right to the edge fast! I turned my head and noticed that the open blinds, not two feet from her, afforded the opportunity for anyone walking by, to stand and watch this full view x-rated blow job I was getting from my wife! Pulling my cock from her mouth, she furiously starts to stroke it, concentrating solely on the head. She looks up at me and starts to rub my cock all over her face. "Please can you cum in my mouth? I want to taste it." Again without waiting for an answer, she resumes sucking. My hips start to involuntary buck and she takes it as a cue that I'm almost ready to explode. One hand on the wall, the other on her head, I prop my leg up on the bed steadying myself for a very intense orgasm that I know is about to hit! Taking advantage of this, she brings her other hand around and starts to knead my balls at the same time! "I'm going to cum baby! You're going to make me cum!" She starts moaning louder, now putting forth all her skills to make me blow. As the orgasm racked my body, she hungrily sucked every drop of cum exploding out of my cock! Even though we live at the end of a cul-de-sac and the chances of someone seeing what we were doing last night were zero, I couldn't help but fantasize about it all day. "Any new pics of the wife?" Cole say's snapping me back into reality. "Naw, same old same old." Cole came over and sat on my desk next to me, and spun my laptop around. "You don't mind do you?" he asks as he starts to search my laptop. I knew what he was looking for, and it started to turn me on thinking about it. "There she is!" Cole exclaims as he finds the private pic folder of my wife. Pulling up a pic of Kathi in a see thru top, Cole lets out a grunt. "Damn those are nice! You're not mad are you? Cause she's got some real nice titties! Does she like you sucking on them? Damn I wouldn't mind rolling one of those nipples in my mouth! Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Makes my dick hard just thinking about it!" "Slow down there big guy!" I said laughing. "She loves getting her nipples sucked, and no I'm not mad. As I said as long as it's you, I don't care." Then, I don't know what came over me. I started to relay the events of last night to him, and noticed that his cock was at full attention, straining the buttons on his BDU pants by the time I was done. A New Beginning "And she let you open the blinds like that?" Cole says adjusting his cock. "She doesn't know. She was so into it, we could have had an earthquake and she would have kept on going!" "So, what do you think, can I watch?" "You want to watch me fuck the wife? What am I saying, of course you do!" "Yea, yea, is that ok, can I?" Cole asks having to stand up now to adjust his cock again. My dick was throbbing just thinking about it. "I'll think about it. In the mean time, lunch." Cole left to get his BDU top and tell the others to go to lunch, leaving me to try and will my cock back down. Shutting my laptop down, Cole returned to tell me that all the others have left and that he was leaving now also. "Want to come to my place for lunch?" Cole piped up at this. "Sure, why not. Is Kathi going to be there to make it for us?" "Don't know, sometimes she is, sometimes not." The drive to the house was quick, living on post has its advantages. Pulling into the drive, I notice that Kathi's car was still there. Good, I thought. I didn't feel like cooking anyway. "Hi hun, I'm home!" "I'm in the kitchen, lunch is almost ready." "Good, I'm starving. What's for lunch?" I say entering the kitchen. Oops, too late. "Grilled steak and cheese san..." Kathi paused midway thru seeing Cole standing in the only exit out of the kitchen. I knew that I was in trouble, but how was I supposed to know. There Kathi stood facing the stove wearing only one of my white tank tops and a pair of yellow with blue polka dots panties. As she turned around to greet me, it became evident as her tits swung into view, that she was not wearing a bra either. Her nipples were clearly visible thru the thin fabric of my undershirt. My heart skipped a beat. "Cole, I wasn't expecting you, probably because my HUSBAND didn't call first and let me know!" she said glaring at me then punching me in the shoulder. "I'm sorry," Cole said stammering "should I leave?" "No, no man, sit down." I said knowing that I was going to pay for that one also. Cole took a chair and I turned to look at Kathi. She was now turned back towards the stove trying not to fidget. Against better judgment, I walked up behind her and whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't even know that you were here." "You should have called damn it. And now here I am, wearing hardly any clothes trapped in the kitchen with Cole googling at my tits!" she said quietly trying not to yell at me. "Probably your ass too!" I said "You do have a fine ass you know!" "Shut up." She said trying not to giggle now. "So what am I supposed to do? Just parade around like nothings going on?" "We are all adults here, I'm sure that he's seen a naked woman before. Besides, you have a hot body, what's wrong with showing it off a little?" "Fine then, we'll just see how you like it when he's staring!" If she only knew. Cole and I sat and killed the few moments for lunch to be ready with idol chit chat. I did catch him a few times stealing glances, I decided that I would have to see what gets made of this. I already know that I'm in trouble, how much more can I get into? "You boys ready?" Kathi say's as she turns around, plates in hand. Kathi struts over to the table and hands us our plates. I couldn't help but notice that while Cole was sneaking glances at my tank top clinging to her tits, the added sunshine coming thru the window left little to the imagination. I felt my cock start to swell and noticed that Cole was squirming in his seat! We started to eat our lunch when Kathi returned with drinks. Seems that either she was getting turned on by the show or the air from the fridge was freezing because her nipples were trying to rip thru the top! "Getting a good view there Cole? Or should I bend over a little?" Kathi said Cole, almost falling out of his chair,"I...um...no...I mean...I'm sorry, I can't help it!" "Aw come on Cole, she's got nice titties, admit it!" Punched in the shoulder again. I deserved that one, but it was kinda funny to see both Kathi and Cole blush at the same time! "Well... yes she does, yes you do." Cole said surprisingly "I'm flattered." Kathi said walking away. "Now if you perverts don't mind, I'm going to put on some clothes. "Something daring and revealing right?" I said smiling as she was walking up the stairs. "I think I've had enough of 'revealing' for the day!" The rest of the day went pretty quick, we got a lot of vehicles in to keep us busy. The events at lunch time never even entered my mind again until the ride home. 'Wow', I said to myself out loud relaying the lunchtime events. I was hoping that Kathi wasn't too mad at me, I would understand though. "Hi hunny, I'm home...by myself...just me!" I said trying to stifle a laugh. "Good..." she said coming around the corner. The invisible wall of shock hit me hard enough to make me take a step back. Kathi stood in front of me wearing a black lace corset with a built in shelf bra. Now, at 38dd and in a shelf bra, I couldn't take my eyes off of her titties. The twins stood straight out, hard nipples peeking over the top! My cock got sooooo hard sooooo fast, I thought I was going to pass out from the sudden drop in blood pressure! "You like?" she says doing a slow turn. Her matching panties hugging her ass, was topped off with a garter belt holding up her thigh high stockings. Completing her outfit with her 4" leather heels, all I could muster out was... "Uh" "You see, I figured that since you were so obviously turned on this afternoon, you might need a little relief from your cock slut!" "Uh huh." I said in a stupor. I couldn't help it, she had me turned on all day. With her standing in front of me like that, I was about to cum in my pants, and she wanted to fuck me in the hallway before I could even get the door closed! "What about Cole?" I wished that I could take it back before I was even through. I was joking around, but bad timing. See that's a disease us guys have. It's called word throw up. We open our mouth and the weirdest shit falls out! Placing her hand on my crotch, she starts to stroke me thru my pants. "I don't think I could handle both of you. Besides, I need to get fucked right now!" Seems like her little teasing at lunch turned her on! She drops to her knees and starts to unbutton my pants as I shut the front door. My cock bursts from its restraints with no problems; my leaking cock was now being stroked by my sex starved wife. She squeezes a drop of pre cum from the tip and smears it over my swollen head with her tongue moaning in pleasure as she does this. Stroking my cock at a slow deliberate pace she starts to gently suck on my engorged balls leaving me to wonder how much more I can take! "Wait here." Kathi says standing up. I hesitated a little, not knowing what to do next. She leaves, walking up the stairs and out of sight. So here I am, standing by the front door with my cock at attention sticking out of my unbuttoned pants. Confused I start to walk towards the stairs. Kathi emerges at the top and heads down to me. "Turn around." She says reaching the bottom of the steps and obviously hiding something behind her back. I comply and she removes my pants completely. Now I'm really confused, pants less and facing the door. The stinging sound of her hand smacking my bare ass echoed in the hallway, taking me by surprise. In curiosity I turn around to ask what's going on here. "Didn't I say wait here?" Kathi said looking as stern as she could muster without actually being mad. "Yes. Sorry?" "You don't want another smack again do you?" Still trying to look cross, she was coming across almost dominate! "No." "Put this on." Tossing something black and stringy at me I couldn't help but smile. See, I thought it was a man thong; she always threatened me with one. It wasn't. This was a black 1 inch rubber ring attached to a 3 inch rubber ring via a strap and 'd' ring. This was a cock ring! Not only did her giving me this throw me for a loop, but we don't own one! She's been 'shopping'! Quick as a blink she smacks my ass again." Did you not hear me?" I didn't even answer that rhetorical question. With some grunting and squirming I managed to stretch the rings around my swollen cock and balls. Firmly in place Kathi produces a leather leash which was attached to the 'd' ring before I even knew what was happening! "Now this. Put this on also." Now there's a blindfold for me? Not just a blindfold though, this was more like a mask. It was lined with fur, and a strap going around the back of my head. As I put it on, I quickly realize that I can't a thing! With a firm but gentle tug, Kathi leads me down the hallway towards the living room. Hands on my shoulders now guiding me sideways, I'm thinking that I'm now in front of the couch. With two tugs up on the leash and a soft but commanding voice, she instructed me to sit down. This was a game that we haven't played before and I found myself thinking that it was kinda exciting. But what next? Then there was a noise. I couldn't be sure, but it sounded like she was moving something around. "See, it seems like you were a very naughty boy today bringing Cole over to see me in my panties." "I didn't know that..." I started to say then there were two more tugs up on the leash. I guess I was supposed to be quiet! "As I was saying," Kathi said "You were very naughty. Did you know that he could see my nipples too? Of course you did." Then something soft, like a feather started to tickle my leashed cock! "And it seems that all this turned you on terribly didn't it." I could feel her breath on my cheek now, then she tugged up on the leash again. "Uh huh." I said Another tug on the leash. I see, she wants to be in control. "Yes it did." I said trying it that way. "Well then," Her hand stroking my cock slowly while tickling the head with the 'feather'. "in that case, I'm going to use you now. Tonight you're going to be my fuck toy! See I talked to one of my friends and she said that you must be punished. So we came up with this little box of goodies for me to have fun with!" "WOW!" Cole said almost screaming. "So what was in the box?" "All I can say is that it seems I was VERY naughty yesterday! She teased me all night long!" "Really? How, tell me." "Well," I began, "she had this feather, and would tease me, then she'd suck my cock for a bit, ride me frontways, backwards, she even bent over the coffee table for me to fuck her from behind. She smacked my ass a couple more times and even bit me once or twice!" "DAMN, no shit, really?!" Cole said adjusting his cock again. He's always adjusting his cock! "No shit. She even had me on my back once. She was steady grinding her pussy into my face and using some sort of vibrating masturbator on my cock! The bad thing was that she never let me cum!" I thought Cole was going to pass out on this one. "never?" Cole said almost whispering now. "Never! I got close soo many times, but she would never let me finish! My balls are going to explode if I don't cum soon!" "By the way, thanks for lunch yesterday. We going by again today?!" Smiling from ear to ear Cole looked like a little kid when he said that. "I didn't think that it was possible, but her titties are nicer looking that in your pics! I've just decided that I'm going to have to see them at lunch everyday instead of on your laptop." "I don't think so." I said almost laughing at his logic. "Well then I want to watch you two fuck then." "What?" I said, not really shocked though, it was Cole. "Come on man, let me watch." I know that I should say no, but the pulsing in my cock was taunting me to say... "Fine. But if you get caught, I don't know anything. Got me? And no you can't come inside; the blinds on my window will be open a little. But stay back, I don't want you to get caught." "Tonight? Can I come over tonight?" "You can if you want, but I'm not making any guarantees." The rest of the day crept along seemingly never to end. Added to the agony was that if a slight breeze blew by me, I was as hard as a rock again! I couldn't help it! The thought of last night, my poor blue balls, and yes, someone watching me sliding my cock in and out of my wife's pussy got my balls churning! I was starved for not 'making love', but a good raunchy fucking! Hopefully tonight I might be able to have my way with the wife! Then I remembered about Cole. Now I wasn't too sure about him watching. What if he gets caught? The wife will never believe that I didn't know he was there. Or maybe...just maybe she might like it! This whole domineering thing last night was new for us. I'll have to feel her out. As I pull into the driveway, I notice that the house was dark. "Hello?" I called entering the front door. Nothing. "You home hun?" Still nothing. I leave the house headed next door to see if she's there. Kristy is her best friend, and living next door I find my wife over there a lot. She's a hot little tease too! Always wearing something skimpy, very flirtatious, and a tight body on top of it all! Now her titties aren't as nice as the wife's coming in at 36c's, but they are nice! Coupled with a fiery ass and full lips, she's pretty hot. But it's the whole burping and farting like a guy thing! She's not very feminine and that's a shame. Anyway, I knock on her door and walk in. "Hellllloooooo." I call out "In here!" Kristy called. "I hear you've been bad!" she says as I walk into the kitchen "Is nothing sacred?" I said laughing. "Not around here! I thought you would have figured that out by now!" Kristy said slyly. "And from what Kathi was describing it seems you liked your punishment last night!" "I don't know what you mean?" blushing, it was the only thing I could say. "Come on, don't lie. You liked the leash thing didn't you!" "Ok, I'm going home to eat where it's safe!" "Aw, come on!" Kristy said giggling Now, as I said, it's a shame that she's not more feminine, but when she eyes me up and down like she's looking for a snack, I swear it makes my dick tingle. Anyway, Kathi was sitting at the table next to Kristy smiling from ear to ear. See she like's it when Kristy gives me a hard time, she knows that there is nothing that I can do about it! "Goodbye!" I said as I walked out the door. Making a beeline for my front door, I wanted to get inside quick before either one of them decided to try and embarrass me outside. See, I wouldn't put it past them to continue this in public. Making it inside, I head upstairs to change out of my uniform and into sweats and a t-shirt. 'Now how much has Kathi been blabbing?' thinking to myself. I mean I don't know what to think about Kristy knowing details about my sex life. While contemplating this though I realized that even though I wasn't sure about her knowing details, my dick thought otherwise! And wouldn't you know it, I'm now sporting a semi and the front door opens! "Hunny... where are you? You're not hiding are you?" Kathi said giggling. No choice, I head downstairs. "There you are, hungry?" "Starving." I said sitting at the table realizing that it was now 7:30 "So, where were you and Cole at for lunch?" "I figure that since I couldn't get hold of you, I'd just skip it." "I'm sorry," Kathi said from the kitchen "I was in the backyard most of the morning. Bring him by tomorrow, I'll make sure that I'm wearing something appropriate. And now, as for you, here's your dinner." producing a plate of steamy hot goodness. "Where's yours?" I said "I already ate. Just in the mood for a snack! Now stand up please," Kathi said smiling. "and take your pants off." "Off?" I'm now not sure again where this is going, but I guess I learn well because off came the sweats without any further question. "Now sit and eat. See, it seems that I," she was saying as she slid under the table "left you in such a state last night that I thought I should take care of you now!" And with that said, she took my cock into her mouth and began to gently suck on it. As my cock grew in size, I slid down further in my chair to give her better access. Then the phone rang. You know? You just expect something like that to happen! Here I am getting a blowjob by my wife while eating dinner! Of course the phone is ringing! "Hi!" came the voice of Kristy on the other end! What the hell now? "Is Kathi there?" "She's a little busy at the moment. A message or something?" I had to get rid of her quick, my fully engorged cock was back to half mast. "What's she doing, sucking your cock or something?" "I've got to go, can you call back?" before she could even answer I hung up the phone. What the hell is going on here? It seems that Kathi and Kristy are playing games! "Who was that?" came the voice of Kathi from under the table. "Kristy, I told her to call later." Then the phone rang again. A quick glance of the caller ID...it was Kristy again. "Is it Kristy again?" Kathi asked while stroking my cock now. "Yes." "Answer it and talk to her." Kathi said stopping what she was doing. "But she asked..." Smack went the hand to the side of my ass. "Talk to her!" 'Fine then' I angrily thought to myself. "Hello Kristy." I said trying to be as pleasant as possible. "So, as I was saying, is she sucking your cock?" "And what if she is?" I asked. "I was just kinda curious if it was a turn on getting your cock sucked while talking to another woman on the phone? See I was supposed to talk to you to distract you, she's playing a game, which I think is sexy, anyway, does it turn you on?" Kristy asked in an almost sultry way "Well I don't know, it's kind of weird I guess." "Does it turn her on? Ask her if it turns her on!" "I'm not asking her that!" I said matter-of-factly. "Ask me what?" Kathi said stopping what she was doing again. "Ask her!" I could hear Kristy again on the phone. "She wants me to ask you if it turns you on sucking my cock while Kristy is talking to me." I relayed to Kathi. This game was weird if you ask me. "Well...," Kathi started "I am playing with my pussy!" "What? What did she say?" "She said that she is playing with her pussy." "Oh my." Kristy said quietly Kathi had resumed sucking on my cock and I was trying to concentrate on that. After that teasing last night I was pretty determined to release myself pretty quick. It was feeling mighty good too! She was back into full motion now twisting her hand left and right while squeezing up and down the shaft. Her head was bobbing and mouth slurping in time to her hand making my balls churn and swell. "What's she doing now? I mean describe to me what she's doing." "No way!" I said trying not to pay attention "Please. I didn't think it would, but it's turning me on too! Tell me what she's doing." And like right on cue, Kathi brings her other hand up and starts to kneed my balls. "Well, she's got my balls in on hand, rolling and tugging on them, then at the same time she's stroking my cock and sucking on the head!" I described to her almost not able to speak now. "Oh shit, my pussy is dripping wet! Don't tell Kathi but this has got me soo hot I've got to cum! You want to listen to me play with my pussy?" Damn, NOW I like this game! "Uh, yea." My mouth was dry, my cock was now pulsating and Kristy was fingering herself over the phone! My wife was now tugging on my balls and concentrating her sucking to just the head of my cock! Wow, it couldn't get better than this! "I'm rubbing my clit soo hard now! I can hear her sucking your cock! Damn I'm going to cum quick! You like that, you wanna hear me cum, cause I'm going to!" Kathi was getting into it now, she was steady moaning and slurping at the head, my cock was starting to pulsate building to an exploding orgasm! A New Beginning "Fuck that feels soo good!" I said to Kathi and into the phone! "Keep sucking my cock like that, yes oooohhhhhh hell yes your gonna make me cum soo hard baby!" Kristy was moaning loud in the phone now, sounds like she was going to cum at any moment. Forgetting about dinner I slid further down into the chair and started to thrust up as she was sucking my cock in. And then it happened. "OOOOOHHHHHH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!" Kathi hungrily swallowing down every drop that she could while my cock exploded long torrents of cum that splashed the back of her throat. At the same time I hear Kristy drop the phone as her orgasm erupted at the same time. Kathi pumping and milking my cock for every last drop of cum, she continued to suck long and slow until I couldn't stand it anymore. More to come in part two soon. A New Beginning "This story is about transsexuals. If you are not interested in this kind of story or find it offending, hit your back button and find something else. It plainly tells you what kind of story this is and if you don't like it, don't read it! There's no point in wasting your time just to read it and tell me how it offends you. I really don't care because you shouldn't be reading it in the first place if it's not what you like. For those of you that are interested in these kinds of stories, I hope you enjoy it. There may be more added to it." It's not easy to accept the fact that I ruined my own marriage. A lot of guys ruin their marriage by cheating on their wives with some piece of ass that wasn't worth it in the first place. Not me, I ruined it by becoming one of those pieces of ass. From my earliest memories I knew I was supposed to have been born female. Being young, I didn't try to hide it because I thought it was how everyone felt and that nothing was unusual about it. Needless to say it freaked my parents out and I was discouraged from having those thoughts. They might have discouraged the actions, but the thoughts only got more intense as I grew. My desire to become female never got in the way of my feeling for beautiful women, I think it made me more selective. I finally met the girl of my dreams and we got married. Sherry is everything I want to be. Long curly hair, soft delicate skin and every curve in just the right place. I kept my desire a secret from Sherry. Mainly because I didn't feel like my desires would ever be fulfilled, so why risk it. I remember the day something inside me came to life. My desires grew to such an extant, that I didn't think I could make it another day as a male. I broke down and told Sherry everything. She tried her best to be supportive and understand me. We started going shopping together and she helped me with hair and makeup. She even tolerated my lingerie during sex. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the new me but I was living my dream and continued anyway. After a few months she told me she couldn't cope with it anymore. She told me it wasn't the life she wanted and she moved out. I was heartbroken and knew there was no way I could go back to pretending this part of me didn't exist so I let her go. Sherry and I remained best friends and occasionally had sex, but I had a new secret that I was still hiding from her. I had started taking hormones and exercising to get my body in a more feminine shape. My face looked more delicate and my body weight was shifting to my butt and breasts. Sherry made a few comments about my breasts but I blamed it on my weight loss. After sixteen months of hormones my body was filling out very nicely. I noticed people staring at my chest a lot and my entire attitude had changed. I bounced when I walked and noticed myself moving more womanly. I was preparing to tell Sherry and start living my life out in the open when she called and told me she needed a place to stay for a while. She made it clear to me that we were roommates and friends and told me that even though we were still legally married that she wanted her own life and the ability to date. The thought of her with another man hurt me inside but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. She started staying out later than usual and when she came home she had that fresh fucked looked to her. I was jealous but also finding myself very turned on. The image of her taking a big cock inside her tight pussy kept me awake many nights. Friday she called me from work and told me that there was a possibility she wouldn't be home tonight. I knew what that meant and it made me wish I could trade places with her for one night. So I decided to take the opportunity of the house to myself and have some fun myself. I got dressed up in a little black dress that showed off my new curves and did my hair and makeup. By now I was a pro at it and had myself looking sexy in no time. I was standing in our bedroom in front of the full length mirror when I saw the reflection of our sex toy box in the mirror. A wicked smile crossed my dark red lips as I made my way over to it. I opened it and got out Sherry's realistic dildo with full heavy balls and sat on the bed. I slowly ran my painted nails along the life like skin wondering if Sherry was doing the same thing at that moment. I began licking and sucking at the toy, pretending I was her. I was getting so turned on, I began moaning and whimpering as I laid back on the bed with the toy still tightly grasped between my lips. I pulled my dress up and my fingers began running across my little cock through my panties. I was working myself into a frenzy and knew I had to have it inside of me. I reached into the nightstand and got the lube out. My eyes closed and a sexy sound escaped my full mouth as my slick fingertip slipped into my panties and found my little hole. I had two fingers feverishly working my hole and my mouth steadily working on the dildo when I heard the front door slam. I jumped off of the bed and tossed the dildo into the closed. I pulled my panties up and smoothed my dress down just as Sherry appeared in the doorway. I knew I looked like I had been caught doing something and felt my cheeks redden even more when a very tall gentleman appeared next to her and put his arm around her waist. "Did we interrupt something?" Sherry said smiling as she looked me up and down. "No, I was just cleaning a little." I replied trying to keep my eyes down. "Brad, this is my husband, the one with the little cock I was telling you about." Sherry said giggling. I looked up and noticed they were both staggering drunk. His eyes looked me up and down then a smile crept up on his lips. "I'll be damned," he said taking his arm away from Sherry's waist and walking over to me. "I would have never guessed it!" He said circling me and checking me out. I felt so small and insignificant with him towering over me. "I would have guessed you two were sisters." He said brushing my long curly hair from my face. His eyes became fixated on mine for a moment making me feel awkward but yet turned on. "I'm sorry baby," Sherry said patting me on the ass, "We had a little too much to drink and your house was the closest." Her eyes got a funny look in them and she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom and shut the door. Brad staggered and leaned against the wall as I excused myself to go check on her. I held her hair back for her and helped her to her feet. She drunkenly brushed her teeth and said she had to go lie down. I helped her to the bedroom and didn't see Brad anywhere. I tucked her into bed then walked through the house to find him. He was trying to unlock the front door, failing miserably when I found him. He said he was sorry for the inconvenience and it would probably be best if he left. I had the thought of letting him leave but was afraid he'd end up killing someone as drunk as he was. I told him it was alright and led him to the den where we have a fold out sofa. He plopped down in the chair as I pulled out the bed and put a sheet and blanket on it. I turned to Brad only to find him passed out cold. I flipped the light off next to him and helped him to his feet and over to the sofa bed. He lost his balance and fell forward pushing me onto the bed with him landing on top of me between my legs. "I'm sorry Sherry, I'm just so damn drunk baby." He said into the side of my neck giving me goose bumps. Just hearing him call me Sherry out loud turned me on a little. I brought my hand up to his shoulder to roll him off of me when he grabbed it and held it flat against the bed. I gasped but before I could do anything his mouth had found the side of my neck. He nibbled and sucked on my neck causing me to melt inside. I found myself getting really hot and my hands wrapped around him as his groin began pushing against me. My nails dug into him as he nibbled on my neck. I knew it was going too far so I pulled his head up to tell him to stop. As I opened my mouth to speak, his lips found mine in the darkness. I jumped back, the thought of another man kissing me scared me a little but when his hand began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipple I gave in even more as his hot tongue explored my mouth. I could feel his cock pressing into me through his pants. It was as hard as steel and my hips rotated up feeling him push against me. I couldn't believe how hot I was but my small flaccid cock hadn't even hardened. I was grateful he was so drunk or he probably would have felt that something wasn't quite right. His arm went under me and rolled me over until I was lying on top of him. I put my thigh against his bulge and massaged him as we kissed. He pulled me dress up and over my head and tossed it onto the floor. With one quick motion he unsnapped my bra and freed my soft breasts. I felt a wet spot form in my panties as his warm mouth found my nipple and sucked on it. His hand fell down my back to my panties and he pressed against me with a finger. I suddenly realized my hole was still lubed from my fingers just as his hand slipped into my panties and he squeezed my ass cheek. Fear came over me and I started to panic. I had let this go way too far and I was afraid I was going to be caught any minute now. I wanted to jump off the bed and leave the room but I was afraid he'd see me from the light if I opened the door. I had didn't have a choice, I had to think of a way to satisfy him quickly so I could get out of this. I slid my way down his body and unbuttoned his pants. I slid them off of him and wrapped my small hand around his throbbing shaft. I instantly felt powerful as his cock throbbed in my hand. His flesh was hot as I slowly began stroking him. I moved my other hand down to his balls and ran my painted nails along them making him tense up. "Damn Sherry! You make me so damn hard! Why don't you put those sexy lips to work for me baby!" He mumbled as I stroked him. I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering madly as I leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out and closed my eyes as it touch the soft velvety tip. I could taste Sherry's pussy on him, so obviously they had fucked before they came over. Brad gasped and I placed my lips around his head and squeezed his heavy balls in my palm. I slowly licked up and down the shaft and then put his pole back between my lips. I could feel his sticky pre cum begin to coat my throat and mouth as I let him fuck my mouth. I could hear his moans mix with my whimpers as he began pumping faster. He tensed and moaned, I squeezed his balls again as he began shooting globs of hot cum into my eager mouth. I milked him good and licked up all his cum. I felt dirty and ashamed as I laid there still licking his softening cock but I was still very happy and proud that I had done a good job. I got off of the bed and quietly left the room. I shut the bathroom door behind me and stared at my own reflection. My makeup was smeared and my hair was a mess. I looked like a used whore and loved it. I stayed in there for a while and reapplied my make up. I quietly crept down the hall and could hear Brad snoring. I slowly made my way back into the den with him. The moonlight was shinning through the windows just enough to cast a soft, cool glow on his skin. He was lying uncovered and still nude. I sat down on the bed and watched him closely as I reached out and ran my fingers over his peaceful cock. In not time it started to harden and he was still snoring. A wicked little smile crossed my lips as I realized I was going to get to have some more fun. I slid between his legs again and this time I gave him a long, slow blowjob. I took all the time I could to savor the memory of it. His cock responded nicely even though he was in a deep sleep. Before long I let my hand wander down to my ass while I sucked him. I moaned as I slipped a finger into my lubed little hole. Suddenly I found that heat boiling up inside me again and wanted something real and big inside of me. I carefully got up on top and straddled him. I squeezed my breasts as I began rocking my panties along his thick slab of meat. I reached behind me and pulled my panties to the side. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening and guided his big cock between my ass cheeks. I rocked back and forth letting his cock get slippery from the lube, each time teasing my hole with the thick mushroom head. I leaned forward and arched my back as I reached around to try and guide him into me. It wasn't easy because I was trying not to disturb him too much. "Here, let me help you baby." A soft voice whispered as another hand grabbed mine and took the cock from it. I spun my head around quickly to see Sherry and just as I was about to start apologizing she put a hand at the small of my back and pushed the huge tip into my tiny hole. I gasped loudly and clinched my eyes shut as the sharp pain tore into me. She pushed down on me harder and I felt my hole stretching open as his head invaded me. I let out a soft whimper when the head passed my opening and I felt my hole close down around his hot shaft. "That's it baby, take deep breaths and try to relax." Sherry whispered. Both of her hands were on my hips guiding me down further onto that massive pole. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in further and further until I was down flat against him. I could feel his meat pulsing inside of me as my muscles contracted against him. I sat up straight and felt Sherry's naked body press up against my back. She brushed my hair away from my ear and softly started licking and sucking at my lobe. "I've thought about this but never dreamed it would happen." Her hot breath whispered into my ear. Her hands began lifting on my hips then pushing me back down making me fuck him. I could feel her hard nipples glide along my skin as I moved. Her hands let go of my hips and slid up my body to my breasts. Her mouth closed down on my neck and began to suck as her fingertips began pinching my hard nipples. I moaned softly and found myself gliding up and down on his cock with ease now. "You know baby," She whispered as she played with my breasts. "You talk in your sleep sometimes." One hand slid down to my panties and pressed against my little penis through the fabric. "I know you've been taking hormones to get this sexy body." I cried out a little at hearing that and felt a warm tingly feeling grow inside of me. I started bouncing faster, suddenly not caring if Brad woke up or not. "Oh my, does the little whore like the feeling of a big thick cock?" She said teasingly as her fingers worked over my flaccid penis faster like she was flicking over a clit. I leaned my head back against her shoulder giving her more access to my neck as I whispered yes. "Good, I knew you would," She said between kissing my neck. "Now you know why I had to find someone else. There's nothing like a big hulking piece of meat ripping you open. It's so much more fulfilling than your little clit." Her fingers were furiously working my limp penis making me bite my bottom lip as I rode the cock in my ass. "That's it baby, come for me! Make your little clit squirt for me!" She said still biting my neck. I tensed and felt that warmth inside of me boil up until it felt like a volcano going off inside of my stomach. Her hand covered my mouth as I cried out and shot hot juice all inside my panties. Sherry's warm hand quickly reached in a gathered up all my sticky cum and brought it up to my mouth. I greedily sucked her hand clean as she giggled. I started to relax and catch my breath. My hips were slowly moving allowing his cock to glide in and out of me. "No baby, you can't stop now." She said motioning my hips faster with her grip. "Welcome to womanhood, now you have to make sure he gets off whether you do or not." Hearing her welcome me to womanhood was all it took for me to start bouncing my ass up and down. "Yeah baby that's it, faster now!" Sherry said urging me on while her hand played with his balls. I was panting and moaning as I rode him. I felt that pressure build inside me again and couldn't believe I was going to have another orgasm. I leaned back and nibbled on her ear, "I'm gonna cum again!" I panted. Sherry giggled and started playing with my little penis again. My moans got louder and shorter and I started to feel dizzy. With one final push I pushed down and came violently as I felt his pole jump and spurt inside of me. I gasped as the hot creamy liquid filled me up and started leaking out between us. Sherry turned my face towards hers and kissed me deeply as she gently nestled my limp penis back into my panties. I was breathing heavily as she lifted up on my ass and his thick cock plopped out of me leaving me feeling empty. I leaned back against her with his cock nestled between my cheeks as she kissed me and held my trembling body. Her hands were still squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples making me spasm as she giggled. "Come to bed with me, it's time my girl learns to eat pussy the right way." She whispered helping me up off of the bed. She walked me down the hallway with her arm around my waist just as Brad had his arm around her earlier making my fantasy of being her feel complete. When we got to our bed she pushed me down and began sucking on my nipples. I was in loving our new love, her mouth was so soft and warm. She then rolled me over on top of her and pushed me down to her steaming hot pussy. I dove in and sucked and licked her clit until she was grinding hard against my face. She came loud and hard with her fingers tangled in my hair. She brought me up to her and kissed me deeply tasting herself. I snuggled up against her and laid my head on her heaving breast. The entire night was playing over in my head as I started to drift off with her arm around me. "Tomorrow's going to be a busy day for me and my new girlfriend. We've got so much to do!" She said kissing my forehead and holding me tighter. A New Beginning Chapter 1 -- A Bad Day Turns Hopeful Carol was not having a good day. On top of her other troubles she had just been told that she was being laid off from her executive position at the bank. A tear slid slowly down her cheek as she sat in the coffee shop looking out the window and pondering what she would now do with her life. Just the week before her boyfriend of four years had moved out, leaving her to pay all the rent on a luxury apartment that had been too expensive even when there were two of them sharing the cost. At forty nine years old Carol felt very alone. Never married, no close relatives, and few really good friends, she had been counting on her job and relationship with Steve to make a good life for herself. True, their sex life had been kind of dull for her taste, but that was not the most important thing. She had her fantasies and took care of herself, often stimulated by stories she read on the internet. Steve had said they didn't need to get married; that marriage would only complicate his relationship with his children from an earlier chapter in his life. Now suddenly he had been offered a great job in a foreign country, and he was gone. She couldn't help but wonder if one of the reasons was that she was earning more money than he was, and he had to prove himself. "I would ask you to go with me," he had said. "But you have such a good job here, and I want to be free to have new experiences." She had pleaded with him. "But what about all our plans and commitment to each other?" His response had been cold. "Things change. You have to go with the flow." So much for four years of her life. At first she had coped pretty well. She had a good, challenging job, and she still looked good enough to earn a second look from most men, even the younger ones. At five feet nine inches and slender with long, dancer's legs, Carol made a striking figure. She had dark brown piercing eyes and shoulder length natural hair, that when the sun shone on it was the color of wheat. Her fingernails were long and well manicured, emphasizing her femininity. But what usually caught the attention of her male co-workers and customers were her full breasts, which stood out high and firm on her chest. At her age she needed the help of a good bra, but with that and careful attention to her posture she held her own with the sexy young things that worked as tellers in the bank. Usually she dressed conservatively, but some days she wore tight tops and short skirts just to get the affirming looks. But all that was far from her mind as she sipped her coffee and felt sorry for herself. Yesterday she had been an assistant vice president for mortgages in a branch office of a large bank, where she had been busy meeting her quota of new loans, beating out the competition by being very lenient in qualifying applicants. Today she was out of a job with only a check for two week's pay in her purse. The bank had frozen all mortgage activity and laid off twenty percent of the staff. She knew it was the same all over town; no one was going to be hiring mortgage officers. If only she had saved some money instead of running up her credit card debt on frivolous purchases and activities with Steve--that bastard. How could he just leave after all she had given him? Now the best she could hope for was that her landlord and the credit card companies would give her time to try to find a new job. In the meantime she guessed she could collect enough unemployment money to buy food. As she sat looking out the window with unfocused eyes she was suddenly aware that a man was standing on the other side staring at her through the glass. When he saw that she noticed him he made a motion with his hand to change her frown to a smile. She shook her head no and turned away. A moment later the warmth of his gesture registered with her, and she looked back, only to find that he was gone. With a sigh she left a couple of dollars and pushed away from the table, thinking that maybe a walk in the park would raise her spirits. It was a crisp sunny day in the autumn, and she joined the many people who were walking down the paths lined with trees and bushes that reflected the bright yellow light. She took deep breaths and tried to smile, but the people faded into the background and the yellow light darkened into a grey gloom. Suddenly she was very tired. She sat down on a bench and tears began to flow uncontrollably as she buried her face in her hands. Unnoticed by her the man who had watched her through the coffee shop window seated himself on a bench on the other side of the path. Mark was a wealthy but unhappy man. His life had been shaped by the expectations of his prominent family, who groomed him to carry on their traditions and maintain their social position. They chose his schools, his friends, and even the wives in his two unsuccessful marriages. Finally at age 55 he had rebelled and moved across the country to a city where he was unknown and could begin a new life. Although money was no problem and he did not have to work, he began buying and selling art and in six months had made a small fortune on his own. Still he was unsatisfied. The people he had met in the high priced art world were like the people he had known all his life—stuffy and pretentious, always concerned about appearances. Sometimes at cocktail parties he fantasized about dragging one of the buxom bitches into a closet and stripping off her fancy clothes. Then he would tie her hands behind her back and drag her by her hair through the room, showing off her tits to the horrified art patrons. To even think about such a thing was completely contrary to the way he had behaved all his life. Impulses like that were supposed to be controlled and suppressed. Women were to be treated as equals and any use of force was a sign of perversion. Yet he longed to explore his dark side and find out how sexually satisfying it would be to dominate a woman completely and make her do his bidding. Attracting women was easy. Mark was six feet two inches tall and in good physical shape. His curly brown hair was only just beginning to grey at the temples. A ready smile both on his lips and in his crystal blue eyes made people feel good in his presence. His looks combined with his wealth and eligibility made him a desirable companion for many women, both single and married. But after two disastrous marriages, he was wary of traditional courtship, where before you knew it you were emotionally entangled and had to be so considerate of the woman's feelings. He made up his mind that in his new life any relationship with a woman was going to be on his terms from the get go. His problem was he had not yet come across a woman who attracted him and whom he could also dominate. All these thoughts were bouncing around in his head as he strolled through the park on that beautiful day. He was impeccably dressed as usual, wearing soft brown slacks and a tweed sport coat with a maroon silk handkerchief perfectly arranged in the pocket. He was feeling good and enjoying his freedom. The fact that on an impulse he had tried to cheer up the woman in the coffee shop was indicative of his mood. He was surprised and pleased to see her again in the park. She was crying and looked even more miserable than she had before. He sat down on a bench where he could observe her. In spite of the conservative business suit she was wearing he could tell she had a great figure. Maybe he could revive this wounded bird and be rewarded. When she momentarily stopped crying, he crossed the walk and sat down beside her. "It can't be all that bad," he said softly. She raised her tear-stained face to look into the eyes of the man she recognized was the one from the coffee shop. "Yes it can," she sobbed. He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed her tears. Surprised at his bold touch she pulled back, but his smile reassured her. His whole demeanor was one of wealth and position, not at all threatening. "Thank you," she said and returned his smile as best she could. "Tell me what's wrong," he said. "I promise that you'll feel better after talking about it. Maybe I can help." Carol was drawn to the handsome stranger who seemed to care so much about her, and she needed to talk with someone. "My boyfriend and roommate left me last week and today I was laid off from my job. I have lots of debts and no savings. In this economy there is no way I am going to find another job." The tears started again. He handed her the handkerchief and put his arm around her shoulders. "Now, now, if it's only a money problem, that's not so bad." "Easy for you to say," she sobbed. "Besides, that's not all." Mark looked at her. Through her wet eyes he saw her vulnerability. Maybe this was the opportunity he had been fantasizing about. He decided to test her, and himself. "Put your head on my shoulder and tell me all of it," he said, his voice taking on a different tone. She picked up immediately on the change in his demeanor, and to her surprise she felt a strange rush go through her system. There was something about him that made her feel safe and that he really cared. Of its own accord her head dropped to his shoulder. Before she could process what was happening he spoke again. "Talk. Tell me about this boyfriend and why he left you." "I think he wanted a change. He got offered a job in another country." "Your relationship had become routine, right? No excitement. Not much sex." Carol sighed. "You're right. But it hurts. I feel so alone and unwanted." He moved his cheek so he could feel her hair. It was soft and clean and smelled of fruit. "You have beautiful hair," he said. The comment surprised her, but felt sincere. She was proud of her hair. "Thank you," she said. "It is a blessing for you that he has left," Mark said. "You needed a new beginning." She gave a little laugh, "But where to begin?" He squeezed her shoulder. "You can begin by trusting me. Will you come with me and let me show you some things?" "What things?" "Don't ask. Either come or not." Chapter 2 -- Carol Takes a Chance She wanted to say 'yes', but her natural caution held her back. He took her by the shoulders and turned her to look directly at him. His eyes locked on hers and projected the sense of power that he was feeling. If she acquiesced at this critical point he knew he would have her. He had made it clear that her coming with him was on his terms. From her actions so far he suspected that she was a closet submissive. The question was whether she would be brave enough to trust her instincts and let go. They stared at each other for what seemed like a full minute. Carol's stomach was doing flips. Finally she said, "Okay." After making her decision she felt physically drained and sat silently. He reached for her hand and stroked it gently. She inhaled deeply as warmth radiated through her whole body and she began to relax. They sat quietly for at least five minutes before either spoke again. "My name is Mark," he said, gripping her hand tightly. "What is yours my weepy sparrow?" She smiled up at him, now comfortable with her decision. "Nice to meet you Mark. My name is Carol." "Let's go for a walk Carol," he said rising from the bench. He held her hand firmly and led her down the path. As they strolled through the park Carol thought again that she should not be wandering away with this stranger, but his hard grip on her hand and his forceful attitude made those thoughts disappear as soon as they crossed her mind. She knew not to ask where he was taking her and just let him lead. At one point he pulled out a cell phone and pushed a couple of buttons. In a few seconds she heard him giving commands in a language she did not understand. Then he closed the phone and put it back in his pocket. "What language was that?" she asked. He laughed. "That was my bad French. I am a dealer in high priced art and my snooty customers like to talk French." She was impressed and squeezed his hand. They continued walking for another ten minutes, talking idly about the plants and flowers. When they looked at each other, however, there was a tension and sense of anticipation. Mark turned them down a side path. The exit to the park was in front of them, and at the curb stood a black stretch limousine with the chauffeur ready to open the door. Mark nodded and the door was opened. Carol hesitated, feeling a moment of panic. The appearance of the limousine seemed too planned. He placed his hand on the small of her back and whispered in her ear, "Trust me; you will come to no harm." She took a deep breath and got into the car. As she slid across the seat her straight suit skirt rose above her knees, revealing the tops of her stockings and her upper thighs. As she moved to tug at the skirt Mark sat on the seat opposite her and took her hand. He kissed her palm. "Leave it alone," he said. Things were moving much too fast for Carol. Getting into the limo with a strange man was daring enough; now she was being told to leave her skirt raised almost to her panties so this man could look at her legs. But before she could protest and cover herself he spoke again. "You can get out of the car anytime you want. The doors are not locked, and we are not moving. However if you stay, you must do as I say." His voice and the intense look in his eyes mesmerized her. It was like she was frozen in position by some force she couldn't understand. She looked down at her own legs and felt proud of the smooth skin and curves and the fact that he wanted to look at them. As long as she could leave when she wanted, what was the harm? Mark's eyes alternated between her legs and her face. He still held her hand and gently rubbed his thumb over her fingers. Her body began to relax. "Listen to me carefully, Carol," he said. "I like you. I can take away all your money problems and help you start on a new path. There are things in you that need to be brought out so you can live fully, and I know how to do that. But you have to trust me." "I want to trust you. You seem to care about me." "Yes, I do care about you. Give me your trust and new doors will be opened. Your distress over your job and your boyfriend will be washed away." She smiled. "I guess I don't have much to lose." Chapter 3 -- The Beginning of their Relationship "Good. Now I will take you to my favorite restaurant, where we will have a good meal and talk about your future." He turned and slid open the inside window so he could speak to the driver. "Take us to The Cliff House," he said. Carol was still self conscious about her skirt and squirmed a little when Mark turned back to look at her. "Don't worry about your skirt," he said. "You have fantastic legs. I like looking at them. Stretch them out some more." She blushed but did as he said, turning slightly in the seat to try to make room to extend her long legs. "Put your feet up on the seat beside me," he said. "That way you will have plenty of room." As she shifted her legs he dropped her hand and reached into a compartment behind the driver. "I am going to pour us some champagne to celebrate our meeting each other. It's about half an hour to the restaurant." The seat Mark sat on was more like a bench, so there was plenty of room for her to place her feet in her high heels. But in the process her skirt rode up another two inches. When she unconsciously put her hands on her skirt to straighten it, he shook his head. "No. Take this glass of champagne and keep your hands away from your skirt." "Okay," she said. Holding the glass under nose she inhaled the fragrant mist rising from the bubbles. Champagne was her favorite drink, and this was obviously very good champagne. The first sip warmed her and seemed to send a signal to all parts of her body to relax. A second and third sip quickly followed, and soon the glass was empty. "I see you like the finer things of life," laughed Mark as he refilled her glass. "It is delicious," she purred. "The first of many delicious new things for you," he said. "Now let me take away some more of that tension." He put his glass into a convenient holder and reached for one of her feet. With his left hand he grasped her slender ankle and held it while he slipped off her shoe. Then he repeated the process with her other foot. His fingers caressed her soles through her stockings, making her suck in her breath with pleasure. "Oh my..." she sighed. The limo glided smoothly and silently in and out of traffic and up onto the freeway. She looked out the window, wondering where The Cliff House was. It was a name she had never heard of. Without warning Mark lifted one of her feet and put it in his lap. Using both hands he began massaging her in a way that sent tingles up her leg, all the way up to where her pussy was beginning to oz into her panties. Under her heal she could feel the hard ridge of his excitement. "Oh that feels good," she exclaimed. "It feels good to me too. Now move your other foot to open your legs more." Carol was well aware that if she did that her panty-covered pussy would be exposed, and that in the state she was in he would smell her arousal. She hesitated. His voice was firm. "Remember you agreed to obey me if you stayed in the car. Now do as I say or I will have the driver pull over at the next exit and let you out." Meekly she slid her leg sideways on the bench. At the same time he took the foot that was in his lap and moved it to the seat on his other side. Now she was facing him with her legs straddling his lap and her skirt up to her panties. It was a straight shot up the insides of her thighs to her wet pussy. "Can I have some more champagne?" she whimpered. He laughed. "Yes, give me your glass." She sat very still while he filled her glass, hoping that her excitement would not be too obvious, in spite of the fact that she felt herself getting wetter every second. "Before I give you your third glass of champagne I am going to punish you for your failure to respond immediately to my order to open your legs. You are to open the three top buttons on your blouse." This time she did not hesitate. She wanted to please him and would strip right there in the car if that's what he ordered. Something had snapped in her and released her from her inhibitions. As the buttons popped open she took a deep breath and pushed her breasts forward for his inspection. The fabric parted and revealed the fleshy upper contours of her tits. Her chest heaved as she pulled her shoulders back. "Very good," he said as he sipped his champagne with one hand and rubbed the inside of one of her legs with the other. "You are learning. How do you feel?" "I feel like I never have before." "How do you mean? Tell me everything that comes to you. Don't hold back." "I feel sexy and desirable. I am excited by your touch and your looking at me. I know I am vulnerable, but I am not scared. It is a relief to put myself in your hands and forget my problems. I feel good obeying you. Oh god... I'm so hot... please touch me.." Mark was very pleased with himself. He had attracted and captured this lovely wounded sparrow, and had broken through her first level of resistance. It was clear that she was ready to give herself to him sexually. However he wanted a lot more from her than just a vanilla sexual encounter. Time would tell how far he could push her and whether she would submit to all his sexual desires. He resolved to take it slow. "Not yet, my dear. We are almost to the restaurant. There are things we have to discuss." For the next few minutes neither of them spoke. Mark continued rubbing her feet and occasionally tracing a finger up her leg, making her squirm and take deep breaths. It seemed like her breasts were going to burst out of the confinement of her bra. A New Beginning It was almost dark when the limo finally left the freeway. They started up a curvy mountain road with sweeping views of the valley, where thousands of lights were starting to gleam like tiny shiny beads thrown on a charcoal-colored blanket. The car swayed on the curves, causing Carol's feet to slide on Mark's lap and rub across what felt like a speed bump in a school zone. At one point he took a foot in each hand and pushed them together over the prominent bulge in his pants. "The Cliff House is just ahead," he said. "You should re-do one of those buttons so the waiters will not be too distracted when we go in." Chapter 4 -- The Cliff House The limo pulled up to the entrance of a charming little house that clung to the side of the mountain. It appeared to be made of stone and had a black, slate roof. Small white lights twinkled in the front windows, promising a warm and cozy atmosphere. A carved wooden sign read "Cliff House Restaurant -- Reservations Required". Mark got out first and took Carol's hand to lead her out of the limo and up the three stone stairs to the entrance. She was relieved to have her blouse at least partly closed and her skirt back down where it was supposed to be. "I think you will like this place," Mark said. "It's my favorite French restaurant. There are only six tables, and I was lucky to get us a reservation." "When did you do that?" she asked. He smiled. "That was part of the French you heard." "But at that point you didn't know I would be coming with you." "Yes I did." "How could you...." But before she could protest his presumptuousness the door was opened by a tall, grey haired man, elegantly dressed in a tuxedo. He spoke with a heavy French accent. "Good evening, Monsieur Mark. I am always happy to see you. Your table is ready for you and your beautiful companion." He took Carol's hand and raised it to his lips. "Welcome Madame. My name is Renee, and I am the owner of this little restaurant. Your wish is my command." "I am pleased to meet you, Renee," she replied. "You have a charming place." "Thank you. Please take a moment to look around." Carol stepped further into the room and surveyed the scene. The room was larger than she expected, given the modest entrance on the road. It was shaped like a 'T', with the entrance at the base and a long wall of windows across the top. Six tables were staggered along the windows, separated from each other by potted plants and small trees. The result was to create little private dining areas, each with its own spectacular view. The interior walls were made of stone and draped with large French tapestries. A mahogany bar curved in a quarter circle in one corner. Several groupings of comfortable-looking upholstered chairs and love seats were located around the room. Soft guitar music was coming hidden speakers. The atmosphere radiated elegance and romance. "What a wonderful room," exclaimed Carol. "I am so happy you brought me here." "You deserve special treatment after your hard day," said Mark. "Let's take the table on the end." Carol's eyes returned to the dining area along the windows. The tables were covered with starched white table cloths that hung almost to the floor. Each table was set with china and sliver for two people, with a lighted candle in the center. Two of the six tables were occupied. At one of them a young man and woman were holding hands and sipping wine as they admired the view. At the other, two middle-aged, attractive women were having an earnest conversation. Mark guided her to an end table, where they had the maximum privacy. Renee was right behind them with a wine list. But as they were seated Mark waived him off. "We will each have a champagne cocktail, and then a bottle of your best French burgundy. And please bring us each a cup of your special onion soup. Then we will wait awhile before ordering our main course." Chapter 5 -- Mark's Proposal Renee bowed and left them. Carol felt like she was being swept off her feet by a prince. What a difference a couple of hours had made. Her eyes shone with pleasure and anticipation. Mark looked at her and smiled, pleased that she was impressed and excited. He decided to take another step to commit her to his plan. "The first thing," he said, "is to relieve you of your financial anxieties. How much money do you owe on your credit cards?" "Oh my, all this made me forget what a hole I'm in. It's almost $40,000 on one card, and $18,000 on another. The minimum payments would take more than my severance pay." "Do you have the cards with you?" "Yes." "Do you know the online logons and passwords for the accounts?" "Yes." "Give me the cards and write the access codes on this piece of paper." She removed the cards from her purse and placed them on the table. Mark pulled his smart phone from his pocket and logged onto the website of the first card. When he was ready she handed him the paper with the information that allowed him to gain access to her account. His fingers danced over the little keys on his phone. "There that takes care of the first one. Now for the other." A minute later it was all done and he looked up at her. "I have made the minimum payments on both cards. As long as you are with me, I will continue to do this every month. Later on I may see about reducing the balances and those unconscionable interest charges." Carol was dumb founded. She had known this man only a few hours. "I don't know what to say. You have saved my life." "Not quite," he said with a little smile. "There is still the issue of your high rent apartment. How much is that costing you?" Her face fell. "Oh.. I almost forgot. That is a huge problem. The rent is $2500 a month, with a lease commitment for another eight months." At that moment a pretty young waitress arrived carrying a silver tray with their champagne cocktails. The uniform she was wearing was only two shades more decent than French maid costumes sold in sex shops, and she had the body for it. She gave a little curtsey and introduced herself, speaking with a delightful French accent that Mark found very sexy. "Good evening. I am Genvieve, your waitress. Please signal me if you wish anything, and let me know when you are ready to order. Your onion soup will be ready in a few minutes." "Thank you Genvieve, please bring the wine with the soup." When the waitress had left, Mark raised his glass in a toast. "Let's drink to your new beginning. Here is how I propose we deal with the problem of your rent. Tomorrow you will pack your clothes and personal belongings and move in with me. You will bring a copy of your lease, and I will have my lawyer negotiate a settlement and pay what is necessary. A moving company will put your furniture into storage." With wide eyes Carol listened and tried to take in the magnitude of what he was saying. Even though she was still a little high from the champagne in the limo, she gulped at her drink. He continued. "I have a town house in the city that contains a small apartment that you can use. Once you have found a new job and can afford your own place, you will be free to leave, and you will owe me nothing." "This is incredible..." He smiled and sipped his cocktail, enjoying being the white knight and watching the changing expressions on her face. But it was time to remind her of the conditions. His voice was stern. "You must remember one thing, however." "What?" "What did I tell you in the limo about how you had to behave when you were with me?" She remembered very well, because it had excited her so much. "You said I had to obey you." "That's right. As long as you are with me and enjoying the benefits, you must do whatever I tell you. Of course you can decline and leave whenever you want. Or if I am dissatisfied with the way you are obeying, I can require you to leave." "Ohh.." "You should think about it overnight. Tomorrow if you want to proceed, pack your things and come to my house. I will give you the address. But you must decide by tomorrow. My offer expires 24 hours from now." "But I have no idea of what things you are going to order me to do?" "I think you have a pretty good idea. But just to make sure I am going to require some things of you tonight that will give you an indication." Carol sucked in her breath as she felt the familiar tingle in her stomach. She craved more of the feelings had had in the limo when he had made her do things to please him. The wetness between her legs had only increased since the car ride. But still the idea of giving up all control to this strange man was frightening and foreign to all her upbringing and experiences. These conflicting emotions spared with each other in her mind as Genvieve returned with their soup course. "Eat your soup, Carol," said Mark. "You are going to need the nourishment." "Should I pour the Burgundy now Sir?" asked Genvieve. "Yes. I think we have had enough champagne." Genvieve filled their glasses and left the bottle on the table. "Signal me when you are ready to order," she said sweetly as she backed away. "Charming girl," said Mark. "Yes she is," agreed Carol. Then she blurted out a question that had been bothering her. "Why are you interested in an older woman like me when with your money and looks you could have girls like that?" "That's an interesting question," he said. "In fact, I have given it some thought. Eat your soup and I'll tell you. I want us to be totally honest with each other. Young women are certainly the most physically attractive, and that sex appeal gives them a kind of power in their relationships with men. The modern young woman sees sex as a gift she can give or withhold from her man, depending on his behavior or her mood. It is only when they get older that some of them realize this attitude goes contrary to their basic natures, and that they are missing out on the pleasure that can come from submitting to a man. I think you are one of those women." He paused, stirring his soup and waiting for her reaction. She put down her spoon and smiled at him. "I think you have me pegged," she said. "But I never expected to be in a position to live out my fantasies. No man has ever tried to control me in the way you are suggesting. Part of me wants to run, and part of me wants to embrace it." "You owe it to yourself to open that door inside and see what's there. You can always close it again and go on with your conventional life, and you'll be the wiser for it." "I suppose..." "That's enough intellectualizing. I am going to give you a command, and you must either obey or leave. Renee will call you a taxi if you wish." She took a sip of wine and waited, her stomach churning. "Go to the ladies room and remove your panties. Then fold them neatly and bring them to me. I know they are wet and must be uncomfortable." "What!" He did not smile. "You heard me. I am not joking. Do it now." Carol felt the redness in her cheeks. Her body seemed frozen in place, and she was barely breathing. "You are going to be punished for your hesitation, you know that. The longer you wait, the harsher the punishment." His voice and threat jarred her into action. It was like the lock had been broken on that door he spoke of. She stood quickly and crossed the room to the corridor that led to the rest rooms. Chapter 6 -- Carol Complies The ladies room was luxurious, in keeping with the general elegance of the restaurant. But Carol hardly noticed as she went directly to a stall and locked herself inside. Slowly she removed her damp panties and wiped the excess juices from her thighs. Then she made a neat fold and put the wet fabric her jacket pocket. The cool air rose under her skirt as she walked to the sink. The feeling was very sensuous, causing more dampness to form. She ran cold water over her wrists to try to calm the heat that burned within her. Looking in the mirror she saw how flushed she was. "What the hell," she thought. "I might as well see where this goes." She walked slowly back to the table and returned to her seat. Mark looked at her, "Well?" She reddened again as she pulled the damp panties from her pocket and placed them in his hand. He sniffed them quickly and placed them on the table beside his soup bowl and smiled. "Very good girl. But next time, no hesitation." "Are you going to just leave them sitting on the table?" she asked, well aware of the odor coming from them. "No I'd better not," he laughed. Then turning he signaled to Genvieve to come to their table. When she arrived he handed her the folded panties. "Please take these to Renee and ask him to keep them in a safe place. My friend Carol will be asking for them when we leave." Genvieve blushed, but not nearly as much as Carol did. The women looked at each other with horrified expressions. Mark watched them with interest, savoring Genvieve's amazement and Carol's humiliation. He wished he could see Renee's expression when Genvieve gave him the panties. By then there were couples at all the other tables, and Genvieve glanced in their direction to see if anyone was noticing as she carried the folded panties toward the front of the restaurant. She was very conscious of the fact that she was handling them in a way very differently than she would be if they were soiled napkins she was taking to the kitchen. And the aroma they emitted was unmistakable, even to a girl as inexperienced as Genvieve. She found Renee standing at the bar. Moving close she held the panties down low and whispered in his ear. "Monsieur Mark has requested that you keep these in a safe place as Madame will require them back when they leave." He looked at the object she was hiding from the bartender, and then back at her face. Genvieve was blushing uncontrollably, which confirmed for Renee what he thought the object was. Quickly she shoved the panties into his hand. He shook his head and laughed; this was not the first time that Monsieur Mark had requested a special service. "Why Genvieve, what are you giving me?" he teased. "Uhh.. I think Sir that these are the woman's panties." "Why would she be taking off her panties in a restaurant?" "I don't know Sir. She seemed pretty flustered." "And what about Monsieur Mark? How did he seem?" "He seemed pleased and sure of himself." "Ah. I am glad my friend Mark has found a suitable woman companion. Perhaps I will join them later." Renee handed the panties back to her. "Put these in a plastic bag and then into the freezer. We want to keep them fresh." Genvieve smiled and went to do as she was told. Chapter 7 -- Carol is Punished Meanwhile Carol was almost feverish, mortified that Mark had given her panties to the waitress. She sank down in her seat and closed her legs tightly. It was so humiliating. Mark seemed to be testing her, seeing how much she was willing to take, and whether she would tell him off and leave. These thoughts rushed through her mind as she sipped her wine and tried to calm herself. Mark was watching her closely. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. Carol shook her head and mumbled. "No, I'm fine." "Look at me, Carol," he said forcefully. "When I speak to you and require a response you will answer me in a polite tone. In fact, from now on you will use the word 'Sir' in addressing me. Do you understand?" She swallowed hard but did not defy him. "Yes Sir, I am sorry. I understand." His stare was intense, and she dropped her eyes. "Don't look down when I am talking to you." He spoke softly, but in a firm, authoritative voice. She raised her eyes. "Carol you must understand that obedience is paramount for our relationship to continue. I believe that punishment is warranted as soon as any infraction of my rules is committed. I would hope that after these two instances of your disobedience you will begin to respond without future hesitation. I have been lenient in my punishments thus far, but provoke me further and you will suffer the consequences." Her body shivered at his words. She was beginning to realize what he meant by total obedience. But she was totally unprepared for what came next. "Now for your punishment for your delay in following my order to remove your panties you must lift your skirt and spread your legs wide." She gasped but responded without thinking. It was like his command went directly to her hands and legs, bypassing her brain. Her skirt was loose enough for her to pull it almost to her waist, leaving her completely exposed under the table. She was aware that the long tablecloth went almost to the floor and concealed her nakedness. Her heart pounded as she waited for what he would do next. Mark picked up his spoon and dipped it into his water glass to scoop up a large ice cube. With an evil little smile he took the ice in his hand and slid his arm under the table. She was holding her legs wide as instructed, and it was easy for him to reach up between her thighs and work the ice cube into her pussy. "OHHH...." "Close your legs tight and hold still," he whispered. "No squirming." Carol obeyed and bit her lip as the cold seared her insides. The sensation focused her attention on her pussy and added to her state of arousal. It was more exciting than painful. She decided to challenge him. "If you think this is going to cool me off, you're mistaken," she laughed. "That ice isn't going to last ten seconds in my furnace." He laughed with her. "I like your spirit. Just keep it there while I order our dinners." Genvieve was watching them and came over immediately when Mark nodded at her. She noticed that Carol had a strange expression on her face, but who wouldn't if their panties had just been given to the waitress. "Yes Sir, are you ready to order?" she asked Mark. "Yes indeed. We will both have the medallions of lamb with roasted potatoes." "Very good Sir. Anything else?" "Not at the moment. Did you give that item to Renee?" Carol blushed again as Genvieve looked at her. "Yes Sir. He recognized it and said he would keep it fresh for you." Genvieve and Mark smiled at each other, further adding to Carol's humiliation and making her wonder how many people in the restaurant knew that she was sitting there with no panties. While they were waiting for their dinners Mark asked Carol about her past life and her job at the bank. He seemed to be truly interested in getting to know her, and it reaffirmed her feeling that he cared about more than just sexually dominating her. He shared his likes and dislikes, and his frustrations in his relationships with women. They drank all the wine and ordered another bottle. As Carol had predicted, the ice cube did not last long. Now there was a puddle of warm water on her chair. He noticed her shifting back in her seat to avoid the dampness. "It must be uncomfortable sitting on that wet patch," Mark said sympathetically. "Let me dry it for you." He took his linen napkin and pushed it slowly between her legs under the table. His hand was like a wedge and forced her to part her legs. She kept her eyes on his and did not move as the soft cloth caressed her thighs on its way to the seat of her chair. When he could go no further he began an up and down motion, dabbing the cloth against the wet seat, but also lightly patting her pussy. "Ahhh...", she sucked in a breath. "There appear to be two wet areas," he observed with a smile. "There, that's the best I can do for now." He withdrew his hand and put the napkin aside. Then he reached over and touched her cheek. "You are very special," he said. "I think we are going to be good for each other. I hope you will let me take care of you." Carol felt warmth that she had not known since her first infatuation as a teenager. Mark wanted her to give herself to him unconditionally, and she was almost ready to do it. In spite of his harsh and humiliating demands, somehow she felt safe, and more excited than she could ever remember. A New Beginning Chapter 8 -- Renee's New Room Their main course arrived with a flourish. Genvieve was aided by another waitress so that both dinner plates were lowered and their covers removed simultaneously. Typical of fine French restaurants, the presentation was elaborate, with the perfectly cooked slices of lamb complimented by fresh green asparagus and golden brown potatoes. A light sauce lay like white cashmere over the green asparagus spouts. "Lovely," said Carol. "Yes," agreed Mark. "And it will taste as good as it looks." For the next ten minutes they savored every bite of the exquisite cuisine. Mark was pleased by Carol's obvious sensual pleasure in eating exceptionally delicious food. He relished the power he had to give her experiences that were new to her. Thinking about the things he was planning created a stiffness in his pants that forced him to shift his hips to relieve the pressure. As soon as they finished Genvieve was there to take away the dishes and give them each little bowls of an orange sorbet. It was the perfect light finish. They sat back with that feeling of satisfaction that comes after a good meal. "How about a liqueur?" suggested Mark. "I don't know. I am so light headed already." "Nonsense. You can just sip it," said Mark as he motioned to Genvieve. But as Genvieve was about to respond, Renee waived her off and came himself to their table. He was carrying a bottle of dark liquor and three small glasses. "Do you mind if I join you? I would like you to try this special after dinner drink, and I have something I want to show you." "By all means," said Mark. "Pull up a chair." Mark and Renee had been friends for sometime, and Mark was well aware of the kinds of activities that Renee was involved in. The Cliff House was a very romantic place, and Renee had created several private rooms where couples or groups could go after dinner if they wished, sometimes with Renee accompanying them. Once Carol was fully committed to him, he intended to bring her back to the Cliff House. But first he had to mold her to his desires without scaring her off. Renee poured their drinks and raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to enjoying all life has to offer." The liqueur was strong and coated Carol's throat like honey on a hot roll. Her eyes sparkled. Renee took a second sip and licked his lips. "Mark you have been a good customer and friend, and I want you to be one of the first to see a new private room I have just completed. And I think your charming companion might also be interested." "I am certainly interested," said Mark mischievously, "but knowing your tastes maybe you should prepare my friend Carol." Renee bowed his head to Carol, who smiled coyly. "My dear lady, even though this is your first visit to my establishment, I feel that you are a kindred soul. You see I have been given your panties and you are still here, and therefore I know you are an open-minded, adventurous woman. I am sure you will find my new room interesting." Carol blushed furiously. She had forgotten that Genvieve had been told to give her panties to Renee. What could she say? "I..." Mark came to her rescue. "No need to say anything, my dear. Renee knows you are sitting there without your panties and your skirt up to your waist. He doesn't mind." Renee laughed. "All the way up to your waist? My you are naughty." Then he raised his glass in a toast to Mark. "I drink to you my friend. You have this lovely lady under your spell. Now come, let me show you a place you might enjoy. Carol can come if she wishes." He pushed back from the table and led them down the corridor by the rest rooms to a door at the far end. Mark was right behind him, seemingly indifferent whether Carol came or not. The door opened onto a stairway that led downward. The men started down. Carol was right behind them. As they descended Renee explained the layout of the building. "There is another complete floor cut into the hillside under the restaurant. One part is an apartment where I live. Another section contains some private dining and meeting rooms. I have just completed an expansion of this section to add a new, very special room." They entered a dimly lit hallway with closed doors along one side. Through one of the doors they heard the unmistakable sounds of love-making, with a woman moaning her pleasure. Carol's heart leaped, and she walked quickly past that door to catch up with Mark and Renee. "Here we are," said Renee. In front of them was a heavy wooden door with huge black hinges and a handle that consisted of a large dark metal ring. It looked like the entrance to a medieval prison. Renee opened the door and flipped a switch. Lights designed to look like torches illuminated the stone-walled room. Renee ushered them in. "Welcome to my dungeon. This is where the consequences of disobedience are strongly felt." Mark took Carol's hand as they looked around the room. It was a large space, the size of a six car garage. The overall effect was one of hardness, from the stone walls and floor to the benches and tables. But there were also some padded benches and stools, as well as two soft leather couches. Various types of whips and paddles hung from hooks on one wall. Another wall had pegs from which dangled restraining devices like wrist and ankle cuffs, leather straps, and coiled ropes. Carol noticed a bookcase that contained a few books, but was filled mostly with things like vibrators, dildos, clamps, and other strange devices. Carol's pussy moistened as she clung to Mark's hand and looked around the dungeon. She had never seen such an erotic room. Would Mark be bringing her here someday day soon? The idea both scared and excited her. "Perhaps you would like to try out some of my toys," said Renee in a sinister tone. He pushed a button and two chains with wrist manacles on the ends began to descend from the ceiling. Carol shuddered and clutched Mark's hand. He let her agonize for a long moment before replying. "Not tonight my friend. Carol has to have a chance to think things over before I bring her to a place like this. But perhaps another evening." "I understand," said Renee. Mark continued. "I do like your new room. Just knowing that it is here will focus the mind of many a dinner companion. No doubt some of them will need to be brought here as part of their training." "Yes indeed. In fact I intend to bring Genvieve here for the first time later tonight. She is ready to be taught the importance of obedience." "Ahh.." exclaimed Mark. "I wish I could be a witness to that, but I have to get Carol home. She has had a long and trying day." "Of course, let's go back up." When they reached the top of the stairs, Mark turned to Renee. "Madame will need her panties before we go." Renee smiled and went to the freezer. When he returned with the frost coated bag, Mark could not help but laugh. Leave it to Renee to add a diabolical twist to the situation. "I believe these are yours," Mark said to Carol. "I suggest that you go put them on immediately." She was horrified but took the package without hesitation and rushed to the ladies room. As she looked at the frozen panties she almost cried. She had finally recovered from the ice cube, and now she had to freeze once again. Her pussy and thighs were still wet, and she wiped them with paper towels before picking up her frozen panties. Her teeth began to chatter as she hurriedly slipped on the icy garment and left the ladies room. The men were waiting for her and enjoyed her expression of distress as she walked up to them. Mark smiled and shook his shoulders as if her were the one shivering. Renee took her hand and kissed it. "Please come again soon Madame. Marvelous treats await you at the Cliff House." Mark grinned and guided her out the door to the waiting limo. Chapter 9 -- Carol Makes Her Decision Carol's head was spinning as they said their goodbye's to Renee and climbed into the limo. She was never a big drinker and tonight she had consumed more liquor then any other time she could remember. It was hard for her to sit up straight in the car, and her head kept falling over onto Mark's shoulder. He let her head slide down to his lap and smiled as he gently stroked her soft hair. Contentedly she curled up, her eyes closed, and her head nuzzled into his crotch. He made a mental note to limit her liquor intake in the future. "Wake up my dear. We need to give the driver your address." Her lips moved, mouthing his pants, but the sound was unintelligible. "I like the way you express yourself," he laughed, "but I am going to have to lift your head so I can understand you. Now what is the address?" "Oak Park Apartments, number 1207," she mumbled. Mark slid open the interior window so he could speak to the driver. "Oak Park Apartments. Do you know where that is?" "Yes Sir. No problem." Carol was now completely asleep, and Mark leaned back and closed his eyes as well, In his mind he reviewed the afternoon and evening with Carol. He was ninety-nine percent confident that she was going to accept his proposal, but he wanted her to take the definitive step before he did anything more. The things he had already done and shown her were more than sufficient for her to know what was in store if she came to live with him. He imagined how thrilling it was going to be to have her come to his door and surrender herself to him. It was 2 AM by the time the limo arrived at Carol's apartment, and she was still out cold. The Oak Park development consisted of several hundred luxurious garden apartments, spread over a number of wooded acres. He was not surprised that the rents were high in a place like this. Laying her gently on the seat, he bent and retrieved her purse from the floor. He took her keys from the purse he went up to the door and let himself in. The living area was large and comfortably furnished. "She has good taste," he said to himself as he went down the short hallway to the bedroom. He turned down the bed and then returned to the limo. "Pick her up," he said to his driver, "and follow me." In two minutes Carol was stretched out on her bed, sleeping peacefully. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable that Mark couldn't resist the opportunity to establish a deeper level of intimacy with her. He told the driver to go out and wait in the car. Slowly he removed her clothes, being careful not to wake her even as he rolled her onto her side to reach snaps and hooks. He did not touch her unnecessarily or linger over her naked body. That would be saved for later. His purpose now was to set the stage so that when she awoke she would know that he had undressed her and seen all of her, thereby relieving her of any anxieties about revealing her body to him. After a last glance he covered her with a sheet and left the room. On the kitchen counter by the phone he found a blank message pad. On it he wrote his address and a note saying he expected her by 5 PM in the afternoon. He thought about leaving a phone number, but decided it would be better to make her come to him regardless of her decision. Then he turned out the lights and left. For the next six hours Carol barely moved. Then suddenly the sun exploded through windows that she normally shielded with heavy curtains. Her eyes popped open, and for a moment she wondered where she was. The last image in her memory bank was of her face and mouth buried in the front of a man's pants. Then it hit her--she was in her own bed. As she lifted her head to look at the bedside clock, the room began to spin. "Oh my head," she said to herself. "I have got to get some aspirin. And how did I get here?" Slowly she climbed out from under the sheet, and at that point she realized she was naked. The shock of that discovery kicked her brain into action to reconstruct the events: the exciting evening with Mark, getting into the limo, laying her head on his lap, giving him her address, feeling his hardness.... "He must have carried me in here and taken off my clothes," she said aloud, more amused than angry. "Well now he knows what all of me looks like. I hope he liked what he saw." Grabbing her silk robe she headed for the kitchen to get coffee and aspirin. She was remembering now that she had a big decision to make regarding her future, and she needed as clear a head as she could muster given the state she was in. Thank god for the microwave; she could make strong instant coffee in a couple of minutes. And the aspirin bottle was right there on the shelf. While waiting for the coffee water her eyes fell on Mark's note by the phone. It was very clear. Be at his town house by 5 PM. Her heart began to beat faster. "I should make a list of the pros and cons of doing this," she thought. "That's the way we did things at the bank, and it seemed to help." She made her coffee, swallowed three aspirin, and sat down at her dining table with the note pad and a pen. "I'll start with the pros," she thought, and she began to write. 1.I want to do this. 2.I really want to do this. 3.I'm not getting any younger and this may be my one chance for the kind of sex I have fantasized about. 4.Mark is sexy and strong and powerful and rich. 5.Mark likes me (I think) and I can trust him (I think). 6.I get so excited thinking about being forced to submit to him. 7.Mark will take care of my bills. 8.What the hell else am I going to do? At that point she threw down her pen. "Who am I kidding? I am going to do this. I might as well go back to bed until this afternoon." Chapter 10 -- Carol Arrives at the Townhouse Carol awoke again at 1 PM to the sound of her alarm. She had slept very contentedly for another six hours, and she felt great. She had no second thoughts. Now all she had to do was take a shower, put on her sexiest dress, and pack her bags. She would drive herself to the address Mark had given her and let him take care of everything else. The next few hours were busy and went quickly. Deciding what to pack was not easy. She filled all her suitcases, plus all the boxes and cartons she could find. Still she knew she would have to come back for more, assuming that Mark would allow it. Then she faced the question of how to dress for presenting herself to the man she was going to promise to obey in all things. She knew that he would want her to look sexy. After trying on several outfits she chose her knee length green silk dress, so low cut that even her skimpiest bra was barely hidden. In combination with her highest heels, the dress showed off her figure to her best advantage. After a last satisfied look at in her mirror she grabbed her purse and left her apartment, wondering if she would ever spend a night there again. Before she knew it she had pulled her little car up into the driveway of Mark's elegant town house. The house was the largest one on a street of expensive homes at the edge of the city. It was ten minutes until 5 PM. She took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. Mark had been watching for her, and as she raised her hand to knock, he opened the door. He was dressed casually in dark slacks and a blue oxford cloth shirt. The warm smile on his face told her that he was very pleased to see her. However he said nothing, waiting for her to speak. Carol returned his smile and posed her body. "I've come here freely to accept your proposal Sir." "Are you sure you understand what that means?" he asked, still smiling. "Yes Sir, I know it means I must obey you in all things." "And if you should fail to obey?" "Then I must submit to whatever punishment you deem appropriate." "Very good," he said and kissed her quickly on the lips. "Please come in." She inhaled deeply as he took her hand and led her into the house. They were in a small entryway, with three stairs leading up and a long stairway going down. "Your apartment is down those stairs," he said. "Tom will bring in your things and put them there." "Tom?" "Tom is my man servant, the one who was driving the limo last night. He and his wife live in an apartment in the back of the house. This place is bigger than it looks from the front. Now follow me. By the way, you look stunning." Butterflies were beating their wings in her stomach as she ascended the stairs into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable," he said. "Would you like a non-alcoholic drink? I expect you are still recovering from last night." Carol blushed deeply, remembering how she had woken up naked in her bed. "An ice tea would be nice, thank you Sir." As Mark left the room Carol sat on one of the small sofas looked around. The décor was decidedly masculine, yet comfortable and exquisitely decorated with fine draperies and furniture. She looked at walls adorned with fabulous artwork and was very impressed. Mark returned with two glasses and handed one to her. "Here you are," he said. "Thank you, Sir." Mark sat in the chair directly across from her and spoke in an authoritative tone. "I want to re-iterate the conditions of your living in my home. As long as you are here and enjoy my generosity you must do whatever I tell you. If I am dissatisfied with the way you obey I can require you to leave. When you find a new job and can once again afford your own place you will be free to leave and owe me nothing." Even as he said this he knew that if all worked out well, he had no intention of letting her go. He had high hopes for this relationship. "During your training period you will be required to dress as I instruct. Do you have a problem with that Carol?" Her stomach turned over as she answered, "No Sir I do not." "After you have unpacked I will view your clothing and decide which items, if any, you will be allowed to wear." Carol had not expected that his control would extend to telling her how to dress. She began to squirm, wondering if she had made the right decision. "Are you okay Carol?" She answered quickly. "Well Sir, truthfully I just had a, 'did I do the right thing moment'." He leaned forward and took her hands in his. His eyes focused on hers like twin laser beams, and his voice was sharp. "Carol it is up to you to make this decision freely. I will not coerce you. Did you or did you not mean what you said when you arrived?" She shivered as her hands clutched his. "Yes Sir, I am sure I want to be here, and I will obey you and dress the way you want me to." "Very good Carol. Your journey into new realms of experience begins now. You are going to learn a lot about yourself by submitting to me. Now stand up. I want to examine you." Putting down her glass, Carol rose and stood in front of him. Her body was trembling with anticipation. "Lace your fingers together and put your hands behind your head." Taking a deep breath she did as she was told. Her breasts immediately perked up from the movement of her arms, just as he intended. The sense of power that he felt was like a narcotic surging through his system. Step by step he would increase his demands of her and take great pleasure in each little surrender. "Turn around. Show me your body." Carol turned slowly, keeping her hands behind her head and arching her spine for him. She wanted him to like what he saw, and the act of displaying herself in this sexual way was turning her on. In front of another couch was a low coffee table that looked like it had been made of timbers taken from an old mill. The wood was rough and scared. Mark pointed to the table and issued his next command. "Go stand on that coffee table. Leave your heels on; you can't hurt it." As she stepped up on the table she almost lost her balance and had to remove her hands from behind her head to recover. "Hands back!" he barked, and she quickly slid her fingers together in the required position. A New Beginning Mark stood and walked over to her. In her elevated position her breasts were just about on a level with his mouth. The exposed inner slopes of her breasts cried out to be kissed and nuzzled, but Mark held back. He wanted to take his time getting to know her body before working himself up into an agitated state. Carol offered no resistance as he slowly ran his hands over her hips and ass. His palms slid over the smooth silk of her dress and molded to her curves. He started low on the backs of her thighs and moved relentlessly upward, finally cupping her round ass cheeks and squeezing. "Ohhh..", she whimpered as he pulled her toward him. "Very nice," he said. "I am going to enjoy playing with your ass very much. You don't mind do you?" "No Sir, it feels good." "Hah, I like your honesty. It will feel good when I want it to feel good. There will be other times when it will smart." To emphasize his point he gave her ass a hard spank. "Owww..", she complained. "That was nothing. Now let's get a good look at those long, dancer's legs." Moving back a step Mark reached out with both hands and took hold of the hem of her dress. Ever so slowly he ratcheted the dress up, gradually exposing her stocking covered legs. When he reached the point on her thighs where the stockings ended, he stopped and tucked the lose fabric under the sash that was around her waist. Then he stood back to admire her. Poised in her high heels, her legs were slender and firm. The green of dress contrasted nicely with the creamy white color of her skin, and Mark felt a further stiffening in his pants. The expression on Carol's face revealed her humiliation for being put on display, but also her arousal from the way Mark was controlling her. "You have fantastic legs," he said. "That is one of the first things I noticed about your body. The other of course was your tits, which I am about to explore now." "Ahhh..." Carol involuntarily twisted her body in anticipation of what was coming. He smiled as he stepped closer and began to work at the two buttons that held her dress together at the bottom of the "V" in her cleavage. A twist of his fingers and the dress popped open. The little under wire bra held her breasts in front of his face like a waiter presenting two large candied apples on a tray. Carol breathed deeply and pushed her chest forward, aching for his touch. "Oh my..." he said. "How delicious. Simply irresistible." He cupped her tits in his two hands and explored their texture through her bra. But then his discipline broke down, and he yanked the bra down to free her breasts completely and get at her swollen nipples, which he rolled between his thumbs and fingers. "OHHH.. Goddddd...." Carol was squirming and twisting on the table, her pent up desires fueling her passion and making her wetter by the second. Mark fondled and squeezed and pinched. Then he lowered his head and ran his lips and tongue over the heaving surfaces. What, he wondered, made women's breasts so exciting? He took a stiff nipple in his mouth and sucked. Was it a throw back to wanting mother's milk? He didn't think so. Was it the fact that the woman was so turned on by it? Carol certainly was; her hips were humping against his stomach as he gummed and nibbled her. "You can lower your arms now," he mumbled between bites. "Get the blood back in your fingers." "Ohh...yes.. thank you Sir... ohhh.. goddd that feels so good..." She put her hands on the back of his head as he nuzzled his face between her tits. With a hand on each orb he pushed them together against his cheeks, loving the feel of the hot, firm flesh and the effect it was having on her. "Ahhhhhhh... please Sir... I can't take much more....when are you going to fuck me?" Her words broke through his disciplined façade; he had to have her. With his mouth almost swallowing one tit, he dropped his hands to come up under her bunched up dress and yank down her panties. She wiggled her hips to help him slide them down her legs so that she could step out of them. A quick tug on his belt and zipper, and his pants were on the floor. He wore no underware. His rigid cock bounced against her thighs. "So you want me to fuck you?" he panted into her chest. He wanted to make her beg. "Yes.. damn it.... for god's sake I am so ready for you.... please...... fuck me.. NOW" He put his hands under her ass and lifted her toward him, opening her thighs in the process. Without being told she lowered her arms and took his cock in her hands so that she could guide it to where she so desperately wanted it to go. In her condition it penetrated easily and the weight of her body drove it all the way up into her. "OHHHH..... GODDDD......", she screamed as she gripped him tightly with her legs. Never had she felt a man so hard and so deep in her womb. Mark hefted her in his hands and bounced her up and down on him until she thought she was going to faint from the pleasure. "Fuck me Carol... squeeze me with your pussy.... show me how you like it.." "YES... YES.... I love it... Don't stop...Goddddd..." With her ankles locked behind his ass and her arms around his neck she was totally impaled on him, and he carried her around the room like a helpless doll, grinding his body into hers and driving her crazy. She ended up with her ass resting on a sturdy table in a corner of the room, thus freeing his hands so he could grope her tits as he repeatedly plunged in and out of her. "AHHHHHH... GAWDDDD..." From her moans and increased wetness he knew she was close to orgasm. He wanted to cum with her and at the same time assert his complete domination. Wrapping one hand in her hair he pulled her head back so he could look down on her. "Kiss me bitch. Put your tongue as deep in my mouth as my cock is in your pussy. Then let yourself go." 'OHHHHHH....' Her lips parted and received him. There were no thoughts in her head except the feeling of his power and overwhelming lust. She was indeed his bitch. He seemed to grow harder and go deeper as she ran her tongue around the inside of his mouth. He let go of her breast and plunged his hand down across her stomach to finger her clit. That did it for her. She screamed and they both exploded in a spasm of twists and groans. "AHHHHHHH.... SOOOOO GOOOOOD...." He let her rest against the table as their breaths gradually calmed. After all the emotion of the past day Carol felt a profound sense of release and relief. It felt so right to have given herself to this man, and she was ready for whatever he had in store for her. For his part, Mark was enchanted with her and excited about the position of power he had. Her sexual response to him had exceeded his expectations by a wide margin. Maybe he finally had found the woman with whom he could live his fantasies. Time would tell. As he gradually softened within her he leaned back and looked into her contented eyes. "That was incredible. Now I'm going to let you go to your apartment and unpack. You will find some clothes on the bed that I want you to wear for dinner. Take a long shower and come back up in one hour." "Yes Sir," she purred as he slid gently out and let her feet drop to the floor. Chapter 11 -- Their First Dinner at Home On unsteady feet and with a very disheveled dress Carol walked to the stairs that led down to her apartment. The door at the bottom of the stairs was open. She entered and looked around at her new lodgings. The three rooms were bright and cheerful with beautiful furniture and a feminine décor. She wondered who had this place before her, but vowed not to ask. The kitchen area was very small, but she supposed she would be doing most of her cooking in the big kitchen upstairs. Still, it was nice to have her own kitchen and separate entrance, so that she had some measure of independence. Provided, of course, that Mark allowed it. She was surprised to see her clothing and belongings already stacked in her bedroom ready to unpack. Also, laid out on the bed was a beautiful pink silk robe, together with white lace underware and a pair of very high heeled slippers. Carol took a deep breath, knowing that this was the outfit she was to wear for the evening. It did not take her long to empty the suitcases, hanging some clothes in the closet, and putting other things in the drawers of a handsome dresser. Aside from the messed up green dress she wore, her other clothes were very conservative, and she wondered how Mark would react to them. As she finished unpacking she checked her watch and saw that she had only forty minutes before she had been ordered to return. She did not want to be late. Hurriedly she stripped off her clothes and headed for the shower. She luxuriated for ten minutes in the hot shower before emerging to dry her hair and apply a touch of make-up and scent. The underware left for her was scanty, but fit perfectly. "How had he managed that?" she wondered. The silk robe tied in the front with a sash of the same color. She realized that a simple tug would expose her from head to toe. Putting on the slippers, she again marveled at how they were the perfect size. She looked at her purse and remembered she had brought the lease to her old apartment that Mark had asked for. "Better take it to him now," she thought. "I don't want him to forget. Grabbing the paper she started back upstairs with 5 minutes to spare. There was music playing as she knocked on Mark's door. He opened the door and gazed at her. "You look lovely," he said simply. "Thank you Sir," she replied with a little bow. Carol handed him the lease which he put on the end table, as if it were not important. "Do you like this music Carol?" The music was soft and soothing, and Carol responded, "Yes, Sir, very much." Mark took her in his arms and danced her gracefully around the room. Her body felt both soft and firm through the thin robe. And she smelled like roses after a rain. Carol snuggled up against him and put her head on his shoulder. He could have kissed her and carried her to bed, but he disciplined himself. Breaking away, he left her in the middle of the room, turned and walked to his chair and sat down. She waited patiently for whatever command was coming. But she was hungry and hoped they would have dinner before he had his way with her again. When her stomach made an embarrassing growl, she decided to take a chance and let Mark know how hungry she was. "May I ask Sir when we will be having dinner tonight. I have not eaten all day." Mark smiled and got up from his chair. He walked over to the closed French doors on one side of the room and opened them. Carol was delighted to see an elegant dining room and a table set for two with candles and fine china. He took her hand and ushered her into the room. In a corner Tom stood waiting for Mark's orders. Carol noted how big he was, at least six foot five, and powerfully built. "Tom, I think our guest is quite hungry. Please serve dinner immediately." Tom bowed and signaled through a side door to someone in the kitchen. Carol surmised that Tom's wife was the cook. It was embarrassing for her to be in a sheer robe in front of the servants, but if that was what Mark wanted, she had no choice. However, his next command was unexpected and shook her to the core. "Take off your robe, Carol. I will almost always want you to be partially naked when we dine together. It stimulates my appetite." Carol fidgeted, but her hands went to the sash around her waist. She looked over at Tom, who was staring at her with hot eyes. "Do it now, Carol, or I will have Tom do it for you." Quickly she pulled the sash and let the robe fall off of her shoulders onto the floor. The act of striping to her sexy underware in front of two men gave her a rush. She felt her nipples perk up against the tight fitting half bra. "Pick up your robe," said Mark. "And don't bend your knees when you do." Smiling seductively, she bent over from the waist, well aware that she was putting her ass on display. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom step to the side so he could get a better view. The white bikini panties did little to conceal her plump round cheeks. Taking her time, she picked up the robe and straightened. Mark was pleased. "You can give Tom your robe and take a seat," he said. No sooner had she and Mark sat down than an attractive young woman emerged from the kitchen carrying two bowls of a thick soup. "This is Ellen, Tom's wife and our cook," explained Mark. "She has prepared a special appetizer in honor of your arrival." Ellen nodded and smiled at Carol. Somehow having another woman see her sitting at a formal table in a bra and panties was much more humiliating for Carol than if only the men had been present. She knew Ellen would see her as a helpless submissive. The soup was spicy and delicious. Carol savored every spoonful. When it was done, Tom collected their bowls and disappeared briefly into the kitchen. When he returned, Mark pulled some shinny gold objects out of his pocket and held them out for Tom to take. "Tom I would like you to do me a favor and put these nipple clips on Carol. You will have to lift her tits out of her bra and rub her nipples to prepare them. I want her to feel the pinch of the clamps for the rest of our meal." Carol gasped. Mark was going to make her submit to letting another man touch her, and god knows what else. Before she could say anything, Tom was at her side, slipping a big hand down inside her bra. "Ohhh..." He popped her breasts out one at time, arranging the bra under them to make her hardening nipples point slightly upward. Looking into her eyes and smiling, he closed his fingers and thumbs on the sensitive nubs, and Carol felt her panties grow damp. When her points had expanded to the size and texture of ripe olives, he took a breast in his left hand and opened the wicked-looking jaws of the clip. She started to pull away, but then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her chest heaved as he attached the clamp. A sharp pain shot through her body. The process was repeated with her other breast, leaving a gold chain draped between her tits. Gradually the pain subsided and Carol opened her eyes. Standing in the kitchen door Ellen grinned at her. "Okay, time for the main course," said Mark. For the next few minutes Tom and Ellen were busy bringing out salads and plates filled with a steaming shrimp and pasta casserole. As she devoured the rich food Carol was well aware of her throbbing nipples and the heat building in her pussy. Nervously she kept glancing at Tom and the bulge in his pants. Mark finished eating and sat back. "I think I should tell you a little about Tom and Ellen," he said. "Tom is a good driver and servant, but he does have a sadistic streak. Letting him put the clamps on your nipples was a little bonus for his good work." Tom smiled and put his hand on the bulge between his legs. "Fortunately for Tom he has a wife in Ellen who tends to be bitchie and needs to be disciplined. Sometimes Tom asks me to help him by applying the paddle while he holds her. Isn't that right Tom?" Ellen was standing in the kitchen door and Tom looked at her. "Yes Sir. I like to hold her across my lap and watch her cry and squirm while you spank her. She is not at all bitchie after that, especially when you use the leather paddle. In fact she is downright compliant." "We both like compliant women," laughed Mark. "I think Carol understands that, don't you Carol." "Yes Sir," she responded immediately. "Still," he said, "there may come a time when I will have to ask Tom to help me discipline you." "I would like that," said Tom. "I'll bet you would," Ellen interjected. "She has a nice body for a woman her age. Maybe I would even help you." Mark reached across the table and pulled up on the chain hanging between Carol's tits. The clamps held and her nipples stretched upward at a rakish angle. He licked his lips. "AWWW... that hurts.....", she whimpered. "I will take these off when you have finished eating," he said. "But we will have to wait until after desert. Ellen has made one of her fabulous apple pies." Carol was still hungry, and she liked her sweets. "I can wait, but it really hurts when you pull on the chain," she complained. He laughed. "Of course it does. But it turns you on too. Are your panties wet?" "Ummmm.... maybe... I don't know." "Liar. Come over here and sit on my lap and we'll find out." Mark still held the chain and led her like a fish on a line to his side of the table. She sat on him and extended her long bare legs so they were pointing at Tom, who was standing against the wall. Having the two men ogle her body was giving her goose bumps. Her tits bounced as she squirmed on Mark's lap, inspiring him to drop the chain and cup one of her tender breasts gently in his big hand. "You like this don't you Carol," he whispered. "OH YES..." "Let's see how wet your panties are." Mark slid his hand down from her breast, over her stomach and between her legs. Her panties were so wet they were clinging to the folds of her pussy, but he pretended he couldn't tell. "Umm.. hard to detemine... maybe I should have Tom take a look." "OH GODDDD.." "Come here Tom and see what you think." Tom knelt down on one knee in front of her. "Spread your legs for me Carol," he said. "Do it," confirmed Mark. Carol opened her thighs to give Tom access to her pussy, and he wasted no time in probing her through her panties. Her hips began to buck and little moans came from her throat. Mark silenced her by clamping his mouth on hers, while at the same time he squeezed her tit and pushed the nipple clamp from side to side. "Ummphhhh... grrrr...." Tom's fingers moved all around her pussy, making her wetter and wetter. But he continued the charade of not being able to tell. "I don't know," he said. "I think we need another opinion. Ellen come here and give us a woman's analysis." Ellen smiled and joined Tom on the floor. After a quick touch on the outside of the soaking panties, she slipped a finger under the edge and up between Carol's bare pussy lips. "AHHHHHHHH......" Carol twisted and squirmed on Mark's lap as Ellen's knowledgeable finger found all the right places. It was clear to Mark that she was about to cum. "Enough," he exclaimed. "I have other plans for this bitch tonight. Ellen go bring us our desert. And after that you can take care of your poor husband, who looks like he is about to explode." "Yes Sir," said Ellen. "But sometime you have to let me have her. I know how to drive her out of her mind." Chapter 12 -- Mark Questions Carol About Her Past After dinner Mark sat with Carol on the long couch in his living room. He had removed her nipple clamps and let her put her robe back on, although he made her leave her tits outside of her bra. She sat with her back resting on one arm of the couch and her bare feet in his lap. Mark sipped his cognac and looked into her eyes. "I want you to tell me about your early sexual experiences. Start with the first time you remember being sexually aroused and tell me every detail." Carol thought for a moment. She wanted Mark to know all about her, especially all her sexual thoughts and fantasies. This was her chance to put it all out there and let it take her wherever it would. "Yes Sir. I will tell you everything. The first actual experience I had was when I was fifteen. Of course I thought a lot about sex before that." "Don't tell me you never were kissed or felt up before you were fifteen." "No, I swear. My upbringing was very strict. The message I got from my mother was to keep the boys away, and my father helped by being stern and scaring them." "What about your girl friends? Were they as pure as you?" A New Beginning "The ones my age were. But I had an older friend who taught me what it was all about. In fact, she was the one who led me to my first experience." "What happened?" "Well, I had been asking her lots of questions about sex. She was amused at my innocence and liked to tease me. One day we were sunbathing at her family's pool, and the conversation turned to what boys' cocks looked like and how they responded to stimulation. I kept pressing her for details. Finally she said that her boyfriend was coming over later and she would show me." A flush crept into Carol's face as she began to relive the experience. Mark noticed and felt his cock stiffen under her feet. He had initiated this conversation because it excited him to probe the foundations and depths of her sexuality. "Go on," he said. "I told my friend that I could never look at her boyfriend's cock, let alone touch it. It would make me feel too guilty. In fact I got so upset by her suggestion that I almost left." "So how did she convince you?" "She said she had an idea of how I could satisfy my curiosity without looking or touching. I felt a tingling in my stomach and decided to stay." Mark was intrigued. He shifted his body on the couch to relieve the pressure in his pants, but the effect was to rub his cock on her feet, which made it all the harder. Carol realized that he was getting excited by her story and continued. "Her boyfriend arrived. His name was Rob. He changed into his swimming suit in the bathhouse and dove into the pool. He was tall and well built and made my little heart beat faster." "How old were these older friends of yours?" "The girl, whose name was Barbara, was eighteen, and I think Rob was nineteen or twenty. Barbara had told me they had been having sex for two years." "What happened next?" "Barbara jumped into the pool and swam up to Rob. They kissed and fondled each other, and she whispered in his ear for a long time. I was beside myself with anticipation combined with fear." Carol's eyes glazed over as she remembered the details of the experience. "Barbara got out of the pool and carried one of the plastic deck chairs over to a grassy area. She motioned for me to sit in the chair, which I did. Then she spread a beach towel on the grass at my feet. Rob came over, dripping wet from the pool, and lay down on his back on the towel. His body made a T with my legs, his groin opposite my toes. He looked like a statue of a Greek god toppled on its back." "I am getting the picture," said Mark softly. "Keep going." "Barbara told me not to look down and to keep my hands on the arms of the chair. She said that way I would not look or touch. The next thing I knew she was sitting on the grass next to Rob and reaching over him to lift my feet. I must have gasped when she lowered my ankles so that the soles of my feet were resting on the hard ridge in Rob's wet bathing suit." Mark extended his hand and slid three fingers up the inside of Carol's thigh. Her story was making him hot. She sighed and went on. "I could feel the hot, throbbing shaft under my feet. It's amazing how much sensation you have in your feet and toes. Barbara moved my feet around to make sure I felt all of him. I was turned on and squirming in my chair. She was well aware of my condition and took her hands away, telling me to explore on my own. Little moans were coming from Rob, encouraging me to rub him. I wiggled my toes, which seemed to make him grow bigger and harder. Then I captured his cock between the sides of my two feet, and pressed them together. When I scissored my feet his wet bathing suit slid back and forth on his cock, and his moans got louder. At that point Barbara got back into the act. She undid the tie string on Rob's suit and pulled it down his legs. Now I had his bare flesh between the soles of my feet. His cock was much bigger than I had imagined, even though at my urgings Barbara had in the past given me the actual dimensions. Of course I knew it wasn't this big all the time. Otherwise how he could he even walk? It was so exciting. I loved his reactions as I did different things to him with my feet and toes. He wanted to grab my legs and feel me up, but Barbara held him back, saying that I was not yet ready to be touched by a man. Rob said he would lie still and endure what he called 'torture' only if Barbara would do the things to me that he wanted to do. Barbara seemed to like that idea, because she got up on her knees and put her hand between my legs. I was in a sexual swoon from feeling Rob's cock, and her hand on my pussy swept away my last inhibitions. I wiggled around in the chair and frantically massaged Rob with my feet until I felt this slippery fluid on my toes. Barbara saw it and whispered to me that I had stimulated pre-cum from Rob, which was a signal that he was ready to fuck. That comment would have scared me to death, were it not for her finger under my bathing suit dipping into my very wet pussy. My ass began bouncing in the chair and my feet were gripping Rob's cock like I was trying to pull it off him. It must have been obvious from the expression on my face and the noises I was making that I was close to orgasm, and my friend Barbara pushed me over the top by rotating her finger tip on my clit. I let out a little scream, which apparently set Rob off, because he bathed my feet in sticky, white cream. It was my first sexual experience with a boy and my first real orgasm." "Wow," said Mark. "That's quite a first experience. Did you end up letting Rob fuck you?" Carol laughed. "I'm not sure Barbara would have permitted that. Anyway, I was mortified and ran into the house. Fortunately Barbara's parents were not at home to see me. Eventually I calmed down, got dressed, and went home." "What happened the next time you saw Barbara?" "That, Sir, is the subject of another story." Chapter 13 -- Mark Takes Carol to Bed It was now after nine o'clock. Mark decided that it was time to take Carol to his bed. She had had a stressful twenty four hours, and he wanted to comfort and reassure her. He also wanted to begin to train her to please him. "It's time for bed, Carol," he said. "Tonight you are to sleep with me. There will be nights when you can be in your apartment, but whenever I wish it, you will be in my bed." "Yes Sir. I had expected that." In fact Carol would have been very disappointed if Mark had sent her away on the first night. She wanted him to ravage her again, just as he had when she first arrived. The business with Tom and Ellen had left her craving more. Mark got off the couch and, taking her hand, proceeded to the stairs leading up to his bedroom. "You first," he said. Carol pulled her robe tight around her and started up the thickly carpeted stairs. Behind her Mark waited for her to reach the third step before he put his hand on her ass. "Go slowly," he said. "I want to feel you move." Sucking in her breath Carol moved a step and time, giving Mark easy access to her ass and thighs through the thin covering of her robe. His hand moved from cheek to cheek and in between, sometimes lifting her, sometimes sliding between her thighs to caress her pussy. "Ohhh... we'll never make it to the bed at this rate", she purred. "Just keep going," he laughed. "You feel so good." Eventually they reached the top, but in the process Carol's pussy became so wet that the fabric of her robe was sticking to her. She stood in the door of the bedroom suite and looked around. Mark was beside her with his arm possessively around her shoulders. "Like it?" he asked. "Oh my..", was all she could manage. The room was huge, with several grouping of plush furniture, a desk and computer, an entertainment center, and a luxurious king sized bed. Subdued lighting accented by burning candles gave the room a romantic glow. Sensual guitar music played softly from hidden speakers. There were fresh flowers in several vases on tables and beside the bed. "I asked Ellen to prepare it for a special night," he said. "We are going to celebrate your decision." He took her into his arms and bent to kiss her. Excitedly she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him her lips. It was a long and tender kiss, one that communicated more than the raw sexuality of their earlier contacts. Carol melted against him. He raised his head and looked into her adoring eyes. "There are two bathrooms over there," he said. "One is for you. Inside you will find a negligee that I picked out just for you. Go put it on and then come to bed." Giving him a sexy smile, she slipped out of his arms and headed for the bathroom. When she was gone, Mark shed his clothes and hung them in a big armoire. He put on a pair of loose fitting cotton pajama pants, but left his upper body bare. Then he lay on top of the bed and waited for her, well aware of the tent his erect cock was making in his pants. Carol emerged looking like a vestal virgin in the white lace negligee. It came only half way down her thighs, showing off her long, slender legs, with their promise of pleasure. High heeled slippers curved her body against the clinging silk. The bodice was held together with a single bow, and it was clear that releasing that bow would open the entire garment all the way down. Smiling provocatively she walked slowly toward the bed, swinging her hips ever so slightly. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke loudly of his desire for her. When he held out a hand, she took it and raised one knee to place it on the bed. Unable to hold back any longer, he seized her and pulled her up onto the bed where he could wrap his arms around her body and clutch her to him. "I am going to love you like you have never been loved," he breathed. Then he was rolling on top of her, kissing her on her lips, on her eyes, on her neck. She felt the extreme hardness of him pressing against her and swooned. IN HER, she wanted him IN HER. Frantically she pushed a hand down inside his pants to grasp him. "You are so hard," she cried. "And I am sooo ready. Fuck me.. fuck me NOW." The sound of her voice brought him back to earth and helped him restore a measure of control. "Don't worry my darling, I am going to fuck you silly. But first I want to feel your lips and tongue on me. Take off my pants and do as I tell you." She slid down the bed and pulled off his pants. His cock jumped up like a spring loaded child's toy. "Lick it," he said. "Touch it only with your tongue." Starting low on the throbbing shaft she drew her hot, wet tongue slowly upward. When she reached the top she went back down and repeated the process on the other side. Mark was clenching his fists and savoring the sensations. After the fourth time, he issued a new instruction. "Now around the head...just your tongue." It wasn't so easy. His cock was jerking so much she had difficulty making contact. But the little jabs with her tongue seemed to be all it took. He was moaning and secreting a steady stream of pre cum. "Next lick my balls," he ordered, and her head descended between his legs. "God, you're good," he breathed. "Now come back up and take my whole cock into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat." Carol tried her best, but it was something she had never done before, and she gagged. "Again!" he ordered. This time she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat before she choked and pulled back. He took her head in his hands and pushed her mouth momentarily back on his wet, hot flesh. "You will learn," he said. "That's enough for now. Come back up here where I can kiss you and feel your tits." Gratefully she scooted back up his body and eagerly pressed her lips to his. His hand found the bow tie on her negligee, and pulled. The cloth parted, spilling her breasts into hands. He continued to kiss her deeply as he squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She opened her legs to press her now exposed pussy up against him. "Now I am going to fuck you," he whispered. "OHHH... yesssss.... Yesssss..." He rolled her over and positioned himself between her widely spread thighs. As he entered her she wrapped her legs around his waist and wailed her pleasure. "AAAAHHHHH.... OHHHHHH.... SOOOO GOOOOD...." In their super heated state they both came quickly and collapsed into each other. Mark stayed buried inside of her as they lay side by side, physically and emotionally spent. He felt a tenderness toward her that he couldn't explain. "Sleep now," he said. "Tomorrow is another day." Chapter 14 -- Carol Is Bitchy and Learns the Consequences Mark slept peacefully with one arm under Carol's neck, and she snuggled against him with a leg thrown over his hips. As was his custom, however, he woke up after about three hours, full of restless energy. On any given night he rarely slept more than three or four hours, after which he had to get up and read or do some activity. Carefully he extracted himself from the sleeping woman beside him. The candles had burned out, but the low lighting had been left on, and it made her naked body glow faintly against the white sheets. He propped his head on his hand and took in her beauty, relishing the power that he had over her. Soon he would have to introduce her to his special room in the basement and see if she was the woman he had been looking for. The thought of the special room stirred him. He got up, put on his pajama pants, and walked over to his desk. A minute later he returned to the bed and placed a note on his pillow. Then he quietly left the room and descended the stairs to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs he turned on the lights in the big open room. There were the normal things found in basements: pipes and wiring, old storage boxes and discarded appliances, a workbench and tools, etc. On the far wall, next to the furnace, there was a heavy wooden door with a massive lock. Mark retrieved a key hidden under the workbench and approached the door. "I love the damp, sinister smell of this place," he thought as he turned the key in the lock. "It is truly like a dungeon." The wall containing the door was made of thick concrete and was completely sound proof. On the other side of the door was another door, equally heavy, so that when both doors were closed no sound could escape from the room. Mark went in and turned on the lights. The dungeon room was very similar to the one Renee had built at The Cliff House. In fact they had planned the rooms together. The walls were of stone, with electric torch lamps and metal rings spaced around the perimeter. Mark sat in a large leather chair and admired his creation. Against one wall was a Saint Andrews cross, and opposite that a metal stockade that looked like a jail cell. A leather covered bench stood in the middle of the room, with various straps and buckles hanging down from the sides. In a corner was a wooden horse statue, on top of which was a saddle that contained several special features. Mark's eyes moved to the large wooden cabinet that he knew held all the implements he would ever need to discipline an unruly sub. He smiled as he imagined bringing Carol to this room. He knew he would be doing that quite often as he worked on training her and taming her feisty streak. After seeing her reaction to Renee's room, he was sure she would be sexually aroused by being punished here, in spite of crying and protesting when things got rough. Closing his eyes he drifted in and out of a sleep. Meanwhile Carol had woken up and was surprised to find Mark no longer in the bed. She turned to look at the bedside clock, and it read 1:00 AM. Everything seemed like a dream to her, but here she was in Mark's bed, and alone. "Mark, are you here?" she whispered. "Mark?" No response. She sat up and saw the note on the pillow: 'You were wonderful Carol, please return to your apartment and I will see you tomorrow.' Carol was a little disappointed that Mark did not want her in his bed all night, but she was also tired and welcomed the chance for uninterrupted sleep in her own, new bed. She was a person who needed a good eight hours sleep every night. Gathering her things she crept downstairs to her apartment. The cool smooth sheets on her bed encased her body as she drifted off into a deep, contented sleep. It was 5 am when Mark woke and decided to go to Carol's apartment and check out her clothes. He planned to take her shopping that day to get her dressed to his taste, and he wanted to find out what she already had that might be suitable. Any of her clothes that he didn't like would be boxed and put into storage. He entered her apartment and knocked on her bedroom door. Startled, Carol jumped out of bed and opened the door. There stood Mark, fully dressed and very business like. "Time to check your wardrobe," he said. "WHAT?" she protested. "I just went to bed a few hours ago!" With a deep frown he walked past her and opened her closet. She had brought only her best outfits, and had hung them neatly on hangers. Mark pawed through the clothes and shook his head. Except for a few tight-looking slacks and short skirts, the rest were much too conservative. "Most of this will have to be replaced," he said. Carol stood there with her mouth open. How dare he drag her out of bed to come criticize the clothes she had so carefully selected? All her promises to obey him were forgotten in her anger. "What are you talking about?" she snapped. "I like those clothes!" He did not answer but moved to the dresser and began going through the drawers, lifting each panty, bra, and slip. Two silk bikini panties and three demi-cup bras he placed on the top, and the rest he threw on the floor. "I don't believe this!" she screeched. "How would you like it if I rummaged through your private things like that?" The anger and hostility in her voice was anathema to Mark. This was the kind of bitchiness he had come to expect from women; they were easily irritated and let their feelings show, especially with men they had slept with. It was like giving their body to a man entitled them to lash out when something displeased them. A favorite verbal attack was to demand to be treated just like they assumed the man would want to be treated. Any submissiveness that might have been present in their sexual relations was out the window when the woman was upset. Mark was determined not to let Carol get away with this kind of behavior. In fact he was glad he had provoked her so that they could settle this issue early in their relationship. She had to learn that any bitchiness resulted in severe punishment. Otherwise, he might as well send her home now before he spent more money on her. On the other hand, he liked her and hoped he could train her to be the woman he wanted. "Where is your nightwear?" he asked harshly. Carol pointed to the lower drawer. She was beginning to recover from her shock and calm down. The drawer contained a couple of silk gowns that he thought were acceptable, but clearly she would need a greater variety of sexy nightgowns. She looked up at him and spoke in a softer tone. "Why are you doing this, Mark?" "What did you call me?" He glared at her. "What do you mean?" He grabbed her hair and stared deep into her eyes. "You are to call me 'Sir' at all times. Or did you already forget?" The sudden change in Mark's attitude from a few hours ago made Carol tremble. Desperately she tried to recover and appease him. "I am sorry Sir," she said in a low voice. "You are going to be very sorry. If you are going to live with me you are going to have to learn to never, ever forget your place. I will not stand for any hostility or resistance to whatever I do." "Yes Sir." "When I am restless at night and want to come to your bedroom, you will welcome me. When I want you to wear certain clothes, you will wear them. When I tell you to do something you will do it. You must trust that I will not demand things of you that are harmful." A New Beginning Author's note & fair warning. Though all characters portrayed in the following story are purely fictional, (and well over the age of 18) let it be known that there is a bit of incestual intimacy between the mother and daughter during the course of this story. So if this isn't to your liking, I would urge you to move on to another story, and by-pass this one. To those of you who don't mind such antics...enjoy. And would appreciate hearing from you, and letting me know what you think. Fate and Surprises – Chapter One I've always found it interesting when life deals you a surprise, both good and bad, either one very often leaving you confused and more than just a little disoriented. Such was the case with me, when circumstances dictated a change in my own personal life that I never saw coming. My name is Cynthia, Cynthia Green. My friends call me "Cyn" though everyone knows they're really calling me "Sin" as I always have had a bit of a naughty side to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm no slut. I didn't fuck every boy on the football or basket ball team. In fact, I didn't even have sex until I had graduated from high school two years ago. Sure, I'd petted, and done just about everything else short of having actual intercourse. And not that I didn't want to either, because I did. And it wasn't like I was saving it for marriage either. What I didn't want, was to become pregnant this early in life. And to be perfectly honest about it, I wasn't about to put my faith and trust in some boy that couldn't put a condom on, or wouldn't. Even if I was also on the pill. That's just the way it was with me. Accept a hand job, or even a blowjob if we'd been together for a while, and expect nothing else. The moment I felt pressured, it was over with. But that's basically why everyone called me "Sin". Jerry my first real boyfriend, even though he wasn't the first one I ever slept with, was the one that tagged me with the nick-name that eventually stuck. He said it was just plain sinful to even look at me. Sure, I had (I think) nice looking breasts, not too large, or too small, perfect for my height and weight at five foot five and a hundred and twenty one pounds. Long dark brown, almost black hair well past my shoulders and a nice tight ass that I honestly felt was my best feature. And Not that I dressed provocatively on purpose, or wore things that were a bit too revealing either. Even though at times I certainly did. It was more my personality, my outlook on life, and the open-minded attitude I carried that caused Jerry to call me "Sinful," and eventually just "Sin." I was always, always curious...about everything, and usually wanted to try it...at least once. But this really isn't where the story begins either. The story begins with me growing up next door to my childhood friend, Danny. Now Dan as he calls himself. I was an only child, just as he was. And our parents were the very best of friends. We had no idea how good of friends they really were until years later, as I'll soon here relate. But suffice it to say, Danny...I mean Dan and I were almost like brother and sister whenever we were around one another, which growing up...was a lot. And as such, maybe because of that childhood closeness, we never really ventured into the realm of pursuing anything more than that with one another. Well not really anyway. I mean we did explore those childhood curiosities yes. Played doctor in the closest, discovered what the real differences were between boys and girls. Kissed for the first time a member of the opposite sex. (Which I really enjoyed), and had someone I could confide in, share secrets with, and knew he would have my back. Just as I would always have his. Although we were damn good friends and companions, it was again...more like having a brother who was the exact same age as I was, without being twins. We had known one another for what seemed like forever, hardly ever apart. And then college came. Dan getting a scholarship to a college out of state, and me...getting a partial scholarship to one a bit closer to home, though I still ended up moving out and into the dorm. Life moved on. And though we still kept in touch from time to time, the brother I had once known and had, was moving on in life, just as was I. And then the shit hit the fan. This was one of those bad surprises that rocks your world, turns it upside down and inside out, and rattles your head so much in the process that you can't think clearly. If you can even think at all. When I got the news, I was flabbergasted, disoriented, and simply torn apart. At the time, I didn't even think about the why of it...only the unfairness and shock that it had even happened. The only upside, if one can even call it that, was that Danny went through it with me. Our parents had gone out to a party on New Year's Eve. Coming home, they were struck head on by another drunk driver. My father and Danny's mother had been sitting together in the front seat. They were both killed. My mother, and his father, had been in the back, and came away with nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes, but at least they'd both survived. So now here we were, seeing one another for the first time in well over a year, attending a funeral that my mom, and his dad, had decided to combine together as a memorial to both as so many of their friends and family had known the two of them equally as well. I cried for Danny. And Danny cried for me. And again, life went on. Danny went back to school out of state, but only so long as to finish the quarter, and then he was heading back to attend the same school I was, for several reasons. One, to help out his dad around the house, to shoulder some of the expenses as there'd only been just enough insurance to see to immediate expenses, though paying off the mortgage was one of those. Still, it meant Danny really did need to come back home to live again. Which I did as well. Mom needed me, as much as I needed her. So once again, we seemed to step back in time just a little. Me and mom living next door to Danny and his dad. And neither one of us was surprised when a year later his dad proposed to my mom, and she accepted. It seemed like the most natural thing that could possibly occur, though that also meant, Danny and I were about to become real brother and sister, even if we'd only be step brother and sister to one another. But something I had always felt all these years anyway, just seemed to come together quite naturally, for all of us. And then Danny and I got another unexpected surprise, and one that again shook our world to the very core. It stood to reason that our parents decided to sell both homes, and move into a new one, even closer to the university that Danny and I would be attending, giving us another reason to live at home and again save money by being there. And though the wedding was still a couple of months away, my new Stepfather, Steven moved in with mom and of course, so had Danny. His room just down the hall from mine, though that still took some getting used to. By now, I had gotten used to running around half-naked most of the time without having to worry about running into anyone. Even if it was Danny. Let's face it, we hadn't seen one another naked since we were kids, and a lot of changes had taken place since then. I wasn't used to closing my bedroom door at night whenever I went to bed. With the master bedroom downstairs at the opposite end of the house, there was really no reason for me to do that, especially since it was just mom and I living there for a time. That first weekend after Danny and Steven moved in with us, brought about more than one slightly awkward moment. Sitting on the toilet peeing was the first one, as Danny came out of his room, heading towards the bathroom himself. I slept naked, and quite naturally just got up, and went into the bathroom to do that when he came out of his room. Needless to say, we were both a little embarrassed over that one, though we actually laughed it off a bit latter. But I immediately realized after that had happened, that I had a decision to make. I could either change my personal life-style and habits, or say fuck it and be myself. I said: "Fuck it." And then laughed, remembering the look on Danny's face when he first saw me sitting there on the toilet, and me trying to be nonchalant about it. Though I was mostly amused by the look on his face as his eyes seemed glued to my very bare tits. I actually found it, quite flattering. And especially coming from Danny. I had never once ever seen him look at me that way. With lust in his eyes. And that made me look at Danny a bit differently myself. I'd always thought him to be cute, funny, that sort of thing. But standing there in nothing more than a pair of pajama bottoms at the age of 20, seemed silly-sexy in a very real cute sort of way. Not to mention he'd filled out, been working out, and now had muscles I never even knew existed on his six-foot, hundred and ninety pound frame that didn't contain an ounce of fat on it anywhere. Danny, my brother...well, my soon to be stepbrother, was a hunk! And now, this is where my story really begins. Hidden secrets – Chapter Two After dad died, mom had pretty much left his private study the way it had been. I don't think she'd even gone back inside that room even once, since the last time she had. Though I hadn't either out of respect for her, and a sense of eeriness that came over me whenever I even got close to it. Mom had locked the door, and it had remained so ever since. Up until now anyway, when we no longer had a choice. It was time to pack things up in preparation of moving into a new home, so needless to say, that chore of going through dad's stuff, was left up to me. I was grateful to Danny when he offered to lend me a hand, going through everything, and either filing away what was important enough to keep, or boxing up what wasn't for future decision making as to what we'd eventually end up doing with it. We'd already spent half the day going through his stuff when we came across a rather unexpected surprise. I had pulled out one of the drawers on his desk to empty it of the final bits of scattered debris, loose paperclips, post it notes, the odd change scattered here and there, and even a few odd looking nuts and bolts that were certainly out of place. When I did that, I discovered something that we might otherwise have missed. Or rather Danny did anyway, as I emptied the drawer into the waste can and was about to put it back into the old roll-up desk again when Danny drew my attention to it. "Hey Sin...what's that?" "What's what?" "There's an envelope or something that's stuck to the bottom of the drawer there," he pointed. I held it up looking. It wasn't just stuck, it was very carefully taped and sealed to the bottom of the desk drawer. "Must be something important for dad to have put it here," I guessed, though there was no outward indication of what it was. Just a plain brown manila envelope, though it was fairly thick as I began prying the tape off, peeling it away from the drawer, now curious as to what it might possibly contain. We'd already found most of the important legal documents weeks ago, which dad had kept in a fireproof safe. So whatever this was, was even more important than that perhaps, or at the very least, something he didn't want anyone else ever finding out about. Including me. I was actually excited as opposed to being apprehensive or nervous about it as I finally tore it away, and then fought with the clasp, eventually opening it. I reached inside, drawing out what appeared to be a rather large handful of photographs, most of which were actually old black and whites. And then my jaw dropped, as did Danny as we sat there looking down at the collection now spread out in front of us. It was his parents and mine. And they were all naked, in all of them. But more importantly, they were obviously having sex with one another. "That's my father. With your..." "Mother," I answered for him, each of us with eyes glued to the photo, not even comprehending that there was a plethora of others stacked just below that one that we hadn't really looked at yet. The fact this particular photo, along with many others, was in black and white, told us these had been taken many years earlier, not to mention the fact that our parents likewise looked very young. Obviously, this had been going on for a very, very long time now. I was at first shocked and surprised of course, as was Dan. But as I sat there half mesmerized, glaring at the photo, I began to see something else in it as well. And that simple revelation surprised me even more. The look on mom's face was pure bliss. Orgasmic, which told me as I looked at her, at Steven as he stood behind her, fucking her doggy-style, that she was in the very midst of an orgasm, which someone...either my dad, or Dan's mom had captured on camera. I was certainly no prude. And I had certainly seen enough porn by now as well. And though this would certainly be considered pornographic in every sense of the word, to me...it was much more than that. It was almost artistic! Well very erotic anyway. More so than just being called porn. What I saw was sexy, beautiful, hot and erotic as hell. And I wasn't the only one who saw it that way either. Sure, at first, we were both shocked and surprised, but as we began to carefully, almost reverently look through the stack of photos one by one, we found ourselves savoring each and every one that we came across. "Wow, look at this one!" Danny said holding it up in front of us at arm's length, which interestingly enough, made us both feel like we were there with them, looking on. Neither Danny nor I could tell if this was my father's cock, or his. But the photo clearly showed mom, and Jackie licking whose-ever cock it was, simultaneously, together...and quite obviously enjoying it too. I turned the picture over, looking at the back, as I suspected, these old black and whites were actually dated. Whoever had developed them, which raised an entirely different set of questions, which we'd probably never know the answer to, placed all this at nearly twenty years ago, which meant that Danny and I both were only two or three years old at the time. "Jesus," he said again picking out another. "And this one's dated a couple of years after that one...so this really has been going on, for a very long time now!" As interesting as that little bit of knowledge was, I was still more enthralled with what I was looking at, and only now coming to realize the depths of what this all meant. I sat looking at what was obviously my mother's breasts, pressed up nipple to nipple with Jackie's tits. Two large, fairly thick cocks of similar proportions came into the photo at complimentary angles on either side. By the looks of it, and the evidence forever captured there, they had just finished dumping a mutually combined, impressive load of cum on both my mother's, and Danny's mother's tits. I felt the first signs of arousal suddenly dampening the area between my own legs, and wondered if looking at these was having the same effect on Danny. I glanced over and down, and saw the sign of a tell-tale bulge pressing against his almost too-tight shorts. Obviously, it was. "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed upon seeing the next one. "Never in a million years," I said aloud, though Danny was himself speechless, his eyes bugging out, and his mouth actually open. Mom and Jackie were in a sexy looking "69" going down on one another. The next few were similar variations of that, only with dad now fucking Jackie from behind in one, and then in another, with mom alternately sucking on Steven's cock, and still licking Jackie's pussy. There were other, somewhat tamer, milder photos of the girls posing together, cupping one another's breasts smiling at the camera. Though there was one of the two of them, kneeling side-by-side, asses and cunts towards the camera, each of them looking back over their shoulders, winking. "They...were really having fun weren't they?" I asked, not really asking a question, merely stating the obvious. "No shit!" Danny laughed nervously, now starting to spread the photos out and around us in a bit of a semi-circle, grouping them more by date and age than anything else. "No, I mean...looking at these Danny. You can see, they really were having fun together, you can see it in their eyes. They loved and really cared for one another. It wasn't just the sex, though the sex is obviously hot. Just look how totally free and uninhibited they are with one another. You can tell, there's no jealousy in any of these. No uncertainty in their expressions. All you can see is excitement and joy, and true unbridled bliss. That's what I'm talking about here Danny. This isn't just pornographic stuff we're looking at here. This is pure eroticism at its finest. I watched as Danny rocked back on his heels, nearly falling over as he handed over a small stack of colored photos to me. "This one is dated a couple of months before the accident," he exclaimed. I noticed it was dated just before Halloween, and that there were even Halloween decorations in the background. But more importantly, we now saw that there were other people in the photos as well. It wasn't just the four of them having fun together any more. There had obviously been others too. New unexpected desires – Chapter Three We had looked at every single one of them, but I was far from finished. I began looking through them again, a bit more carefully this time even. I looked at others, compared, finally distinguishing who was who, simply by the appearance of their sex organs when faces weren't easily distinguishable. But I was again looking at expressions, the knowing, loving smiles on their faces, the joy in their eyes...the obvious excitement. And it quite naturally made me excited too. By now I was a sopping wet mess down there. "What are you doing?" Danny asked. "What's it look like I'm doing?" I had popped open the top button on my shorts, slipping my hand down beneath the waistband of the panties I had on. "I'm horny. Tell me you're not!" Danny stuttered, words failing him. "But...but," "But what?" I asked glancing over at him, where there had been a bulge earlier, it was even more pronounced, but more importantly, there was a sizeable wet spot now too. "Tell me you've never once fantasized about seeing me masturbate," I spoke boldly, guessing...but pretty confident I was correct in my assumptions. "I didn't say, I mean...I never, what I mean is," "So have you? Or haven't you?" I asked quite obviously fingering myself now, though I now stood, actually tugging my shorts off down around my ankles, along with the white cotton panties I happened to be wearing. Once again, Danny was speechless, though his eyes were now glued to my puffy, swollen bare pussy lips, with my finger buried to the hilt inside myself as I stood there. "Well?" He looked towards the unlocked door, nervously. I laughed. "You're mom." "Soon to be...OUR mom," I reminded him. "She hasn't been in here since," I said not needing to complete the sentence. "And she won't come running up here now either. So quit worrying. Now...answer my question. And don't try being shy about it, or lying to me either Danny. You know damn good and well, I could always tell when you were trying to lie to me or not tell me the whole truth." "Well...sure, yeah, of course I did, not all the time damn it, I mean it's not like...Jesus Sin!" He said in exasperation, and then laughed, realizing what he'd just said and how ludicrous that sounded. I laughed with him, still looking at the photos, and then him again. A New Beginning "Come on Danny. Let me see it. I know you want to. I know I certainly do. I'm horny, and I admit it. Now you do the same." "Ok, I'm horny too. But I really don't think this is such a good idea Sin," he tried begging off. "Oh? And why is that Danny? You trying to tell me that watching me get myself off for you, while letting me watch you get off, isn't a good idea?" Obviously, he didn't have an answer for that. I gave him a little push, a little incentive. I reached up, and pulled the tee shirt I had on over my head, almost immediately reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts. He watched it fall, looked up, now feasting on my tits as I cupped them together, holding them for him. I then pointed at the photo on the floor just beneath the two of us. "Come on admit it, that's fucking nasty isn't it?" He looked at the photo of my mother and his, tits mashed together, covered in cum-cream, tons of it, or so it seemed anyway. "Tell me you wouldn't like to come over here and do that to my tits Danny. Tell me you haven't sat in your bedroom late at night and not imagined doing that to me...at least once." He finally grinned, stood, and began removing his pants. "Maybe once, or twice," he smiled nervously. And then I saw that big beautiful cock of his. No, it wasn't ginormous, or anything like that. It was plenty big enough to suit any woman's purpose however, but what it was...was damn fucking hard! I'd seen plenty of stiff dicks, even played with a few of course, but this thing was like a steel rod. I'd never seen anything like it. "Jesus Danny, is that thing always that fucking hard?" I actually gasped looking at it. He blushed profusely, obviously not used to hearing a woman, especially me...talk like that. "I don't know. I guess. But I am pretty horny!" He continued to grin, still staring at my tits, which of course made me smile as I openly stared at his dick. "Play with it for me," I asked. "Do it the way you enjoy doing it when you're all alone. Act like I'm not even here," I added as I began fingering myself once again, spreading my pussy lips so he could see just how wet, and hard my little clit was. "Kind of hard to pretend that," he commented, though it was nice to see his hand slowly working its way down the length of his shaft, teasingly, as opposed to just wanking away on it like I thought he might. "This is more like having a dream, only it's real," he moaned softly as his hand came up and over the tip of his prick, palming it briefly, even going so far as to bend it out and away from his stomach, letting it go. I watched as it snapped back, actually thumping against his chest as hard as it was. Like a coiled spring the way it snapped back, and even wobbled for a bit, throbbing. "I take it...you like the way that feels when you do that," I assumed, now thumping my own cunt a bit, letting him see that it wasn't all about clit twirls and finger-fucking that turned me on too. His eyes opened even wider upon seeing that. "Same as you...obviously," he groaned even deeper as his hand slid all the way down his shaft, holding his cock firmly, where he then released it, now cupping his hard tight balls, once more letting me see his prick as it throbbed, bounced, and then oozed what was obviously a nice fat droplet of lubrication. Without even thinking, I took two steps, reaching out, and lifted the dollop of clear liquid from the head of his cock, tasting it. "Hmmm, nice," I purred reaching out to wrap my hand around his dick now, startling him for a moment, though he let go of himself, his own hands coming up to gently finger and caress my hard aching nipples. "Is...is this, ok?" He asked somewhat worriedly, which made me laugh again at his unnecessary concern. "Of course it is silly. After all, I am holding your cock aren't I?" I stood there, reveling in his hardness, as Danny stood enthralled with caressing my tits, toying with them as though this was the first time he'd ever touched anyone. "I have to tell you Sin," he blushed again just saying my nick-name, which seemed to intensify what we were both standing here doing to one another. "I never, ever thought I'd see the day when I actually got to see you naked, let alone...be doing this with you." "That makes two of us," I quivered, biting on my lower lip as his fingers just then sent a hard thrilling jolt through my entire being as he gently pulled, stretching my hard nipples out, holding them there for a moment. I knew my full breasts were heavy in his hands as he jiggled them erotically, just barely holding on to the tips of my nipples. "Oh fuck Danny, that feels good," I moaned once again, stepping even closer towards him so that I could rub the head of his hard stiff cock through the wet slippery folds of my sex, teasing myself. "God that's nasty hot!" He moaned in kind, leaning his head, now capturing one of my nipples, sweetly sucking it. "Yes it is," slapping his prick against my clit, pressing the massive head of it against myself, so wanting to stick it inside at this point, though knowing now was not the time or the place to be doing that, as much as I was tempted to. "Cum on me Danny," I begged him. "I want to see you squirt, see you cum, watch you spray my tits, just like the way my dad and yours did to our mothers!" Maybe it was the thought of that, a reminder, as we both once again stared down at the erotically tiled floor there below us. Photos of our parents engaged in just about every sex-act and position imaginable, though it was again the one of mom and Jackie, pressing their cum-covered tits against one another that finally did it. "Oh fuck! Sin! Sin!" He cried out, and then unleashed a torrent of cream that in moments completely saturated my breasts. I don't even remember doing anything to myself, and yet...my own delicious orgasm seemed to coincide with his as my body shook with one of the most intense, amazing orgasms I'd ever had. One Step at a time – Chapter Four Not too surprisingly, the same roll of tape that had once been used to secure the thick, fat manila envelope to the bottom of the drawer was still in the room. I'd been using it to tape shut a few other boxes of odds and ends with. Not knowing if mom was even aware of dad's hiding this here or not, I didn't want to risk taking any chances. I knew without any doubt, that dad's old roll-top desk top was coming with us anyway. He had given it to me, the one thing I had always said I wanted if he ever decided to get rid of it. So if nothing else, even if mom wasn't aware of where he'd hidden this cache of photos, they'd be safe enough right where they were. We hurriedly finished up for the day, and then left the room. Danny was again all shy and nervous once more however, perhaps feeling a bit guilty at this point, though no doubt confused about what any of this now meant, or what repercussions or changes it would bring about in our own relationship. I decided it would be prudent of me to ensure him that things had indeed changed between us...in a good way. Later on that evening. But right now, I had other pressing matters and concerns to attend to. One of which was having a fairly intimate conversation with mom, and try to not let on that I now knew what I did when we had it. I was curious to see what she had to say about a few things, and confirm what I was already beginning to think about. "Meet me in your old bedroom at midnight," I told Danny giving him a kiss on the cheek, though I quickly added another to his lips, kissing him far more intimately before stepping away, leaving him. It was an interesting situation for now. With Danny and Steven living with us, their home remained furnished, yet vacant. It was the ideal, and perfect place for the two of us to go, and have some time totally alone together. Sneaking out of the house later would prove easy enough to do without being heard. And then easier still, opening the door and simply going inside, since Danny still obviously had a key. He looked at me curiously, somewhat worried perhaps. I wasn't about to leave him that way either. "Just make sure that things as hard then as it was a while ago. I'm not nearly finished with it yet," I told him. I left him with a big shit-eating grin on his face as I headed downstairs to mom's room where I hoped we could have a little chat. ** I found her downstairs in her bedroom where she was refolding clothes, putting things away. Mom had emptied out half her dresser drawers, making room for some of Steven's things. "Mom? You busy?" I sprawled out on top of her bed, something I had done in the past whenever I had a question, and wanted some close, personal "mommy-time" as I called it back then. She smiled without even facing me. I think she enjoyed those moments just as much as I did. And the fact that it had been a while since we'd had one of these moments, simply added to that. "Never so busy that we can't talk honey," she answered continuing to fold her delicates, a rather impressive collection of panties, garters, bras and the like, many of which I don't remember seeing before. They certainly weren't her normal, standard every day attire that I usually saw her wearing. "What's up? What's on your mind?" She now asked closing one drawer, opening another, though she quickly closed that, realizing perhaps that it held things that might not be appropriate, or perhaps, merely awkward in my seeing. The fact of the matter was, I already knew what that particular drawer held in the back. I'd secretly borrowed one or two of her sex-toys in the past, before I'd finally gone out and gotten my own little assortment of pleasure-pricks. "I was wondering about something," I told her rolling over onto my back, propping my head up on a pillow, a sure sign and indication that I intended to be here for a while. Having closed the drawer, she pretended that it could wait, rather than continuing, and sat down on the edge of the bed facing me instead. "Wondering what?" "You once told me a while back that I could come to you with anything, no matter what it was, or how personal it was. Remember?" Mom had always told me if I ever had questions about anything, especially with regards to sex, that I could indeed come to her with my questions, and that regardless of what it was, or what I wanted to know, she wouldn't be judgmental, or question me as to the why of it. A promise she had always held to every time I had come to her and actually done that. She merely nodded her head in agreement, waiting on me to continue. "Yes...I remember. Go ahead honey, what is it?" "Obviously, I know that you and Steven are having sex. But I was wondering if it was as good with him, as it was with daddy." I know my question surprised her, but she stoically faced it, keeping a straight-forward expression on her face. The same one she always managed to create whenever I caught her off guard like this, even remotely. Giving her credit, mom had tried very hard to be candidly open and honest with me growing up, even when some of my questions were a bit more intimate and mature, especially at my early age back then. I realized as she began to answer, she was trying to read between the lines however, even though I hadn't meant it to be taken that way. "If you mean do I love Steven more than I loved your father? The answer is no. I will always love, and miss your father Cynthia," she told me. Always calling me by my formal name, mom had never accepted or gotten used to the idea of calling me by my nick-name the way everyone else did. I even wondered at times if she hadn't regretted naming me that, because of it. "Just as Steven will always love and remember Jackie. They'll never, ever be able to take one another's place. But yes...I do love Steven too. Differently perhaps, in a different way than I loved your father, if that's what you're asking." "Well no. Not really. I already figured that much out mom," I told her. "I know you still love and miss daddy, same as I do. But I also know you love Steven too. I think I've always known that, as close as the four of you always were," I said not hinting at what I knew, but nevertheless seeing the slightly startled expression in her eyes for a brief moment upon hearing me say that. "So it wasn't any big surprise when Danny and I learned the two of you had decided to get married. And trust me mom, we're both very, very ok with that. I really was just curious...is the sex as good with Steven as it was with dad?" Though puzzled at my curiosity perhaps, she openly answered me again. "Yes. It's good. At times better even. But then again, Steven and your father are different men. There are some things your dad did that is better than the way Steven does them, and by the same token, there are certain things Steven does, that is better than the way your father did it. Does that answer your question?" I know she was dying to ask me why, but unless I opened that particular door and allowed her to ask it, she never would. She certainly hadn't in the past, as part of our mutual trust and agreement. So she wouldn't ask me now either, unless I opened that particular subject up, so that she could. "Pretty much," I answered, looking for, and then seeing her look of disappointment, which I was hoping for. "I guess I just wanted to confirm for myself how you felt, since I pretty much feel the same way myself about things. I do believe that it is possible to love more than one person at a time." "We all do," mom interjected. "It's something everyone does. You can love people differently in many different ways. Sometimes more than others, and yet...sometimes the same, though even that can be different too, if...that even makes any sense to you." "Oh yeah, it does," I told her. "I understand that perfectly. Again, I was just wanting to confirm something for myself, that it was possible...that I could eventually love Steven with the same kind of love I have for daddy...even though that too is a little different, you know?" Mom smiled, nodding her head again. "Yes baby, I think I do know." More importantly, I think she was happy in hearing me say that, though the real reason behind my asking would remain something else entirely for a while. "Is there anything else?" She asked smirking. It was part of the game, part of the ritual we had played for more times than I could even count. Had she not asked me that, I'd have been totally disappointed. In the past, we would sometimes...but not always, end our intimate little discussions this way. One would think my answer would be, "No...or not right now," something along those lines. But it never was. Again, it was part of the way we interacted together, our bonding. Sometimes I would ask her a question that was meant to totally shock or embarrass her before leaping out of the bed, running off. There were a few times however when the question was somewhat serious, delaying things just a bit as we then continued on for a time, still talking and chatting about whatever subject it was. Mom was steeling herself up for the "bomb" as she called it, wondering what I might drop on her. The smirky little smile she was trying to hold told me that much. So I dropped it on her. That was part of my plan too. "Well there is one small little thing I was wondering about," I stated giving her my likewise patented serious expression. She had a hard time holding back the grin as she responded to that. "Oh? And what might that be?" "Is Steven's cock bigger than dads was?" Even though she had tried to prepare herself, she still wasn't. The color suddenly filling her face as my words ripped right through whatever barrier she'd tried to put up to prevent me from getting to her. I wasn't worried about her getting mad at me for asking that. It was still part of what we'd always had, always shared together in the most intimate of mother/daughter ways. But it still took her by surprise. "Cynthia... Ann... Green!" She exclaimed, which was her way of letting me know none to subtly, that I was actually pushing the limits here. Mom never ever used my formal, middle, and last name all in one sentence, unless I had. "What?" "You know damn well what!" She added looking even more flustered, though I was glad to see her smirk return as the shock of what I'd asked began to wear off. Perhaps she was thinking this is where I'd do my roll out of bed thing and scurry out of her bedroom. Except for the fact, I didn't. Still looking at her, actually waiting on an answer. "You are kidding right?" She now asked seeing that I wasn't going anywhere, though I hadn't said anything else either. She looked at me again, but I just kept looking back at her straight in the eyes, not smiling...giving her my "I'm still waiting look." When she walked over to her bedroom door, closing it...I knew she was going to tell me. She came back and sat down at the foot of the bed, almost whispering as though dad himself might be eavesdropping in on us. "Maybe a little," she said just loud enough to hear, and then grinned, blushing at her own admission. "Now...is THAT all you wanted to ask me?" It was time to take this into overtime here. "How much bigger? I mean, is Steven like average bigger, or monster-size bigger?" "Sin...thia." Mom said dragging out the name as though putting her own emphasis on the fact I was being truly naughty here with her, though liking that I was on the one hand, and feigning shock at me for being so on the other. Being older now did have its advantages in some respects. There were times like this for instance, when we went a little beyond the typical mother/daughter relationship into being "girl-friends sharing secrets." "He's just a little bigger, longer maybe...maybe an inch or so is all. But your dad was definitely thicker in that department too. They were both nice." I'm not sure she caught the inadvertent slip there, though I certainly did. I am sure she'd meant it in the past tense meaning dad and all...but the reality was, she was sitting there thinking back...and thus had included Steven's cock in the past tense as well...remembering. I let that one go however. And though she didn't do it very often, every once in a while, she'd turn the tables on me. This must have been one of those times, as she allowed herself to not only think the thoughts, but then express them, asking me. "So, what's the biggest one you've ever seen? And whose?" She carefully added as though making that an afterthought. This couldn't have worked out any more perfectly if I'd have tried. I had managed to drive this in the direction I'd been meaning for it to go in the first place. Not too much, and not too fast. Baby steps here. But I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do in the first place. "Oh, that's easy," I said looking at her seriously now with no hint of mischief here. "Danny's!" And with that, I rolled out of bed, and headed out of her bedroom while she sat there trying to comprehend what I'd just shared with her. I hadn't even answered the first part of her question. I figured that might indeed come up again later. Suffice it to say, for now at least...she had a hell of a lot more than just that to ponder. Truth Serum – Chapter Five Danny and I had both feigned being tired, and thus heading upstairs to bed a bit early. It wasn't quite eleven when we said our goodnights, leaving mom and Steven sitting alone together there in the family room. I made a real showing of going through my normal routine before heading into my bedroom, remembering to close my door, though this was itself still a bit new to me. The truth was, I was still standing outside in the hallway, creeping back quietly to the top of the stairs. I knew mom would wait until she was sure she wouldn't be overheard before saying anything. Sure enough, I could hear the two of them talking, though in hushed tones, just barely loud enough for me to even make out. A New Beginning "She said that?" Steven was asking. "Really?" "Yes, she did. Clear as day. She didn't give me the chance to ask her anything more about it though. That's all she said. That the biggest one she'd ever seen, was Danny's." I heard Steven laugh, chuckling, and then the sound of mom punching him in the shoulder. "Ouch!" "Oh right...like that hurt!" Mom scolded, though by her tone of voice, she too was again trying to hold in a chuckle of her own. "Seriously Steven, do you think they're...you know, doing it?" "Wouldn't surprise me, as close as the two of them have always been, they are after all pretty much grown up, and free to chose and decide what's best for themselves in that department. But if you're really worried, or just curious about it...why don't you just come out and ask her?" There was a long silent pause. Mom was no doubt thinking about it, though I wish I could have seen the expression on her face while she was. "Just like that. Ask her if she and Danny are doing the nasty." "Well I wouldn't put it quite that way," Steven chuckled again. "But yeah. You told me that the two of you have had some fairly intimate discussions in the past, not to mention having this one...talking about my dick no less, so yeah...I think it wouldn't be any less inappropriate for you to ask her about her love-life. I mean...after all. That might be something we need to think about and take into consideration here before we do all this up formally don't you think?" "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe I should. I'll see if I can't find a way, the right time...to bring it up sometime tomorrow." It was all I needed to hear. Smiling, I retreated back to the safety of my bedroom in order to get ready. I had less than thirty minutes before Danny and I would be meeting up over at his place. And I also knew, I now needed to get a few answers from him myself. I had come to my own basic conclusions about a few things, but for any of this to ever work, or even have the least bit of chance to work between he and I...I had to know with certainty, where his head was at. It was time to administer my own brand of truth serum. ** Danny was waiting for me at the back door when I arrived. And though the house was pitch black of course, there was at least a full moon out, so it gave us just enough light to see by as we ascended the dark stairs leading up to his old room. Once inside, we even opened the curtains so there would be even more light as I hurriedly shimmied out of the nightgown I had thrown on before coming here. "Get naked," I told him, which he soon did, and as we then settled down on top of his bare mattress, facing one another, sitting Indian style. This time he didn't even flinch when I reached over taking his nearly hard dick in hand as I started to fondle it. It was steely-hard in seconds. He reached over, likewise touching my breasts again, which I allowed, as it not only felt nice, but would no doubt enhance his arousal level, which I was trying to quickly escalate here. "Hmm, that feels...good!" He moaned pleasurably as I sat there gently running my thumb back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head. What I was hoping for, soon ran slick between my fingers. "Oh god!" He moaned again, actually shivering. "Ok Danny, here's how this works," I began, though he wasn't quite coherent enough to understand what I had meant by that yet. "You like how this feels yes?" "Yes," he moaned pleasurably, simply enjoying it...though his fingers continued to dance wonderfully on my nipples as well, distracting me just a little. "Very good. Now then...if you want to keep feeling this, and enjoying it, then you're going to answer my questions truthfully. That's why I'm using this truth serum here, your fuck juice...to make your cock feel as good as I'm making it, so that you will." "Will what?" He now asked, obviously still confused, not yet understanding my purpose here. "I want to know what you think about things, and I want you to tell me the truth Danny, no matter what. The moment I think you're lying to me, or not telling me the whole truth...then this stops. But as long as you answer my questions honestly, then I keep pleasing you...all the way," I added. "Understand?" "No...not really, what questions?" I quit playing with his dick, and scooted back, forcing him to remove his hands from my breasts. "I ask the questions. You answer. Not the other way around here, understood?" "Ok, ok...whatever," he sighed anxiously. "What do you want to know?" I moved back to sit in front of him again, not at all surprised when he reached up, once more capturing my breasts, though my own hand immediately went back to what I'd been doing to him. "Tell me what you thought when you first saw those photos of our parents fooling around together. Did that bother you that they were? Or did it arouse you when you realized they always had been doing that?" I could tell he was actually thinking about it when he answered. "Well at first, it was more surprising than shocking really. I mean, no...I wasn't disgusted, or anything like that no. And sure...especially looking at them, seeing them...it was arousing yes. Why?" "I ask the questions here remember?" I said letting go of his dick again. "Oh come on Sin...be a sport. I answered your question, at least answer mine too. Only fair." "We'll see," I responded back to that. "As long as we stay on subject here and don't head off in some other direction, maybe I will. Just be truthful with me...remember that." "Ok. So...you gonna answer my why question?" "In a minute...maybe. But first, tell me this, and then we'll see. When you first saw my mom naked, what did you think when you did? And again Danny...be honest with me about it." Although he appeared to be thinking, the answer was already there. I could see it in his eyes, and I knew he was trying to find the right words to say, knowing that I would know if he were to lie to me. But he was known to hedge his bet a little, not telling the full truth in times past. "Well, I thought she looked hot. Damn sexy in fact," he added hoping that was enough. But it wasn't. "Those are just the surface words Danny. Not what I was looking for and you know it." I stopped thumbing his prick, leaning back and away from him, once more forcing him to relinquish my breasts. "Try again. Tell me what you were really thinking deep down inside when you looked at the photos, when you actually saw mom's cunt, when you saw how sweet her breasts looked, especially with your mother sucking on them, while your dad knelt behind...fucking her." He swallowed, and then spoke nervously. "I was thinking...that I wish I was fucking her too," he finally admitted. I grinned, laughed. "See? Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" He looked sheepishly at me, but then asked me what I thought when I saw them. "Same thing. Wondered what it would feel like to fuck your father." "Seriously? You'd...you'd actually fuck dad if you had the chance?" "Of course I would. Same as you'd enjoy fucking my mother if you could." It was obvious he was about to say something, but then closed his mouth. He knew I was right...he would if he could. "Wouldn't happen anyway," he said moments later. "Just fantasy talk right?" "Fantasy, until you make it reality," I told him more firmly stroking his cock now, wanting to intensify the pleasure as we continued to talk, pursuing this particular little taboo. "Like that's ever going to happen," he groaned deeply. "Who knows? There might be a way," I assured him having given this a great deal of thought, and now knowing how he truly felt, ready to put my plan into action. "We know that this has been going on for a good number of years, and that they all four had gotten really close because of it. More importantly, that aspect of them having lost half of that closeness together will be greatly missed. And while it is...even before they tie the proverbial knot. It's time to strike while the irons hot. But I'm not going to do that unless you're truly on board with this. With me. So again Danny...I'm asking you. If you could...if it truly was possible, would you fuck my mother if you had the opportunity to do so. And with everyone's complete and total agreement?" He again thought while I continued stroking his prick, doing so purposely now so as to ensure a truthful response borne out of his own hot sexual desires as I brought him closer and closer towards orgasm. "It'd have to be...mutually agreeable, amongst everyone. Maybe then," he left off. "Then leave it up to me to work out the details Danny. But you need to know, once I put things into motion, there's no going back." He nodded his head uncertainly, but he was too fucking close now to argue with me either. "Good...now, how'd you like to cum in my mouth?" Revelations – Chapter Six I had purposely slept in, trying to make things easier for mom to have an excuse to come talk to me, in waking me. I knew that Steven had no doubt gone off to work already, as had Danny. So that left just mom and I alone in the house for a time until I headed off to my own part-time job later than afternoon. And though I had started closing my bedroom door, it had remained unlocked. So when the first wake-up tap came, I was feigning sleep as mom entered, calling out to me. "Rise and shine sleepy-head, no time to dawdle...I need to get the laundry done." I was naked as I slowly rolled out of bed into a sitting position, yawning and stretching, allowing mom to see me in all my glory. And not that I had any thoughts about anything like that, establishing a zone of comfort between us was paramount to having another very open and honest discussion with her. Being in such a vulnerable state, without pause, without inhibitions, would hopefully set the tone and the mood for what was coming. I yawned again, this time for real, likewise running my hand down between my legs as though without thinking. The move wasn't lost on mom either as she stood there, already grabbing my pillow, removing the pillowcase. "Late night?" She asked curiously. She knew damn well I hadn't gone anywhere, but sleeping in this late wasn't normal for me, unless I'd been up later than usual. "Sort of," I responded looking at the clock on my nightstand, hand still down between my legs, cupping my cunt, though I quickly stood. "Need to pee," I told her leaving the room, walking out into the hallway towards the bathroom. I could feel mom's eyes on me every step of the way, wondering if she'd approach me when I returned, or later. I'd given her enough openings, now it was up to her to see if she'd use any of them. By the time I had returned from the bathroom, mom had finished stripping the bed, which was again a bit unusual, as most of the time I did it myself. Plus, she was now sitting on it, waiting for me to return. "Something on your mind?" I asked seeing that she was waiting for me to return. "Just curious about something," she began hesitantly. "I know you didn't go out last night, though obviously you were still up late doing something. But it has more to do with something you sort of mentioned to me the last time we talked," she stated...fishing, but there it was. I decided to play with the hook for a bit, before biting, letting her think she was reeling me in. Hopefully that would get her to open up with me a bit as well, and peak her curiosity enough to give some thought to my eventual suggestion. "Oh? And what was that?" Instead of dressing, or even making an attempt to, I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, though sitting slightly at an angle so I could face her. I saw her eyes briefly look over my nude form, though she quickly averted her gaze as though trying to ignore the obvious as she looked up into my eyes instead. "After what you said, I was wondering...how long have you and Danny been sleeping together?" I wasn't about to tell her we hadn't actually had intercourse yet. I was in fact saving that little prize as further insurance for Danny. Already telling him last night after he damn near drowned me when he came in my mouth, that I also wanted to fuck him, in the worst way. But not until we had a nice long evening to ourselves, when we could truly enjoy doing that without having to rush through it. But even more importantly, only when we also had both my mother, and his father's blessing when we did. I know I was likewise hedging my bet a little by inferring that we already had. But there was still a chance they could actually ask us to cease fooling around with one another, which would then toss my entire plan right out the window. "Not long, only a few weeks actually," I told her. But I have to say mom, I hope for your sake that Steven's as affectionate and attentive as Danny is. If he is...then no wonder you're always walking around with a smile on your face. Especially if Steven's cock is anything at all like Danny's is." There...I had opened another door for her, wondering if she'd step through it or not. Her mouth partially open as though trying to find the words, struggling with asking them, or discussing something else instead. I was betting on the former. "Well, like I told you. Steven IS a good lover yes, in different ways than your father," she again stressed as though the thought of that might bother, or upset me. "But one doesn't need a gigantic cock to satisfy a woman either. In fact, I prefer that a man doesn't, so long as he knows what to do with it." "Oh I couldn't agree more mom!" I said excitedly as though reminiscing about it. "Even Danny's cock isn't as big as a couple of other's I've seen. But what it is...is nice and thick, and damn fucking hard!" "Cynthia...Ann..." I laughed, interrupting her before she could finish, finishing for her. "Green. I know. But you wanted to know didn't you? I mean really? Isn't that what these fun, naughty little chats are all about? Sharing confidences, even secrets at times? And I'll be honest with you about something else too mom, since we are hopefully being honest with one another here. Just talking about it, gets me all horny and aroused again. Which I'm getting now, imagining what Steven probably looks like, if he looks anything at all like Danny, and visa versa. You know? Haven't you been wondering about that too?" I had painted her into a bit of a corner here. Mom was tongue-tied, trying to answer my question without making it sound like she'd actually been wondering what Danny's hard cock looked like. "Only when you mentioned it the first time," she settled on saying. She then straightened her posture some, trying to regain some control here, though I noticed her eyes wandered down, though I had purposely drawn them to where I was hoping she'd look, once again pretending to be off in thought for a moment, and totally unaware of what I was even doing to myself as one hand came up to capture and encircle one of my rock-hard extended nipples. "Well I have to tell you mom, it really is amazing. Never seen one that can get that steely-hard before like Danny's can. And not like it's a monster dick either mom, but it truly is beautiful. And you know what else?" I asked only then pretending I was suddenly aware of what I'd been doing to myself as I once again dropped my hand. "Wha...ah what?" Mom muttered her eyes still locked on my hard erect nipples for a moment before forcing herself to look up at me again. "What?" She said again. The color in her cheeks told me she was becoming as aroused by all this as I was. Plus...she was fidgeting a little too. It was time to strike while I had her off guard and vulnerable to the idea. "He told me, while I was sucking his cock last night...that," "You were..." "Yeah, sucking that hard stiff fucking cock, oh mom...I really do wish you could see it, it truly is amazing! Anyway...while I was sucking on it, licking it...he actually told me that he hoped that I would grow up to look just like you do now in a few years." "He did not!" "Oh yes he did." "While you were sucking him, he said that." "He did yes. Told me that he was really happy for his dad, as much as he missed his mom, that seeing you two together, happy as you both seem to be, was the best possible outcome to all of this, save for the four of you still just being friends together anyway. But that since he and I had gotten a bit more intimate, that it made him wonder about what I might eventually look like when I'm your age. Because again...he finds you incredibly sexy too. A real MILF so to speak." "What's a MILF?" Mom asked wide-eyed, her cheeks even redder in appearance now, her chest actually heaving up and down just a bit. I giggled as though speaking confidentially to her, even lowering my voice as I told her as though someone might actually over hear us. "It means...a mother I'd like to fuck!" I let that one sink in for a moment, this time my hand down between my legs as though it had again wandered off there all by itself without me realizing it. "He does? I mean...it does?" She corrected quickly. "And...and he said that while," "I was sucking his prick. Yes. I like being able to do that, don't you? I remember you once telling me that being very candid and open with a person both mentally as well as physically can heighten and intensify the experience. Well that's one of the things I really love about Danny, and so love that you taught me to be like that with him in that way. Like this...it's fun being able to express those feelings and emotions without any repercussion or judgment, that you can be that honest and open with another person, truly does feel liberating. And more importantly, draws me closer to that person. Like it did with me and you," I told her. "I mean, look at me mom, I've been sitting here touching myself without even realizing it half the time, and I don't feel the least bit shy, or guilty or embarrassed about any of that. And I owe all that to you for raising me that way!" "Yes, well...I've always believe that people should be able to discuss and talk about anything, especially family," she added to that trying to once again regain some composure here, though she immediately side-stepped back to the previous. "But I can't imagine why Danny would be wondering, or thinking about what I look like, I mean...after all Sin," she said blushing again. "I'm eventually going to be his stepmother!" "Eventually, and soon yes. But it doesn't take away the thought or even the desire mom. I mean Danny's as curiously interested about you, as I am admittedly about Steven. Nothing wrong with wondering...or, if given the chance, actually seeing. I mean what's the harm in that really?" She was again speechless, though her almost vacant eyes weren't looking at me, but at something inside her mind as she sat there. I set my own hook, and pulled on it just a little. "I told him it had been a while since I'd actually seen you naked, trying to remember what you looked like as I described you to him, so he'd have something to imagine when he came." "Oh my god! You didn't! I mean...he was, he was..." "Thinking about you when I made him come? God I certainly hope so! I'd hate to think I went to all that effort for nothing when he blew that amazing load all over my face and tits. I swear mom...I've never seen anyone cum that much, or that hard...for that long before. I think telling him about you, describing you to him the way I did, really helped him to bust a terrific nut. And boy did he!" Mom really was frazzled at this point, almost dazed, but there was no mistaking the look of arousal in her eyes upon hearing all this. "I...I just can't believe you did that, or that he did." A New Beginning "Why not? Like I said, he thinks you're hot too mom, and I agree with him. And besides, admittedly, I was picturing in my mind what it might look like when Steven was fucking you, and how good you said that felt, and how good in bed you said he was. Only normal that one would wonder about that. So that's what I was thinking about when Danny was going down on me too!" I almost let out a cry of victory when I saw mom's hand suddenly come up to rub herself between the legs, though she for sure had no idea she'd just actually done that. I couldn't help wondering just how damp and heated she now was. It was the ideal time to reel her in. "Mom?" I asked sounding serious here as I drew her attention back to me, which was when she simultaneously realized what she'd been doing to herself, quickly, and embarrassedly removing her hand. "Yes?" She said sounding almost breathless. "I do have one tinny-weeny favor to ask." "What?" She said totally off balance here. I grinned. "Would you mind letting me see you naked? So I can actually tell him what you really do look like later on this evening, while I'm playing with that hard fucking cock of his? It would me a lot to me...to both of us, if you'd actually let me do that. And I promise I won't say anything to him that you actually let me look, I'll just tell him that I happened to walk in on you while you were getting ready to take a bath. But at least that way, I can actually tell him, and hopefully get him as excited as he was last night. It really would mean a lot to me...please?" There was a long pause as she actually sat there struggling with it. And then suddenly she stood up, pointing towards the door. "Ok, but close AND lock the door...I don't want anyone accidentally, or inadvertently walking in on us and thinking that anything else was going on here...ya know?" I sprang up and off the bed as though I'd been shot out of a canon. This was going ever better than I could have hoped for. Mom's naughty side – Chapter Seven "I can't believe you actually talked me into doing this," she said as she hurriedly removed her clothes. I had actually known her answer even before she had pointed towards the door. I had seen the look in her eyes. The same one I had seen so many times in the photos. The thing about mom, was that she was so much like me whether she'd freely admit it or not. Once she was truly aroused, she was willing to do just about anything, at least once. So maybe this was that once. And maybe she'd never do anything like it again after she'd had some time to think about it. But at the moment at least, her horny hormones were firing on all cylinders. Finally she stood naked before me, though even then she was wavering just a bit as though maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She was already having second thoughts, so I needed to act, and act quickly here. "Now what?" "Well, for one... drop your hands so I can see your tits mom," I said grinning at her. "And don't be so damn nervous. It's just us girls here. No reason to be shy or inhibited. I'm just going to have a nice close look so I can describe you in exquisite detail for him while he's fucking me," I told her, wanting to implant the vision of that in her minds-eye, and get her special sauce juicing again. I heard a small involuntary moan upon saying that, though she finally did drop her hands away, revealing her large magnificent breasts. Sure, age had played a part in them hanging a lot heavier against her chest now, gravity helping out some. But regardless of that, mom really did have a great pair of boobs on her. Nice and full, heavy looking, and yet still firm enough to be erotically enticing. But I actually found myself jealous of her nipples, much larger than my own, darker in color even, with very thick extended nipples that were now hard, almost thimble-sized in comparison to my own. I patted the end of the bed next to me. "Here, sit down before you fall down," I laughed. Mom shook her head again as though she still couldn't believe she was doing this, but sat down. The moment she did, I leaned in closer to her. "What are you doing?" She asked leaning back and away from me some. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm looking...closely. Why? What'd you think I was going to do? Suck one?" Mom laughed nervously, obviously embarrassed again. "I don't know...maybe." I laughed at that. "Not that I wasn't considering it." I told her. "Cynthia!" She giggled out loud, feigning shock at my statement. "I am still your mother you know!" "Yeah, and even if you are, your damn hot and sexy looking mom. And though I haven't really done anything with another woman yet...I'd have to say, I'd almost wish you'd be my first, if that were ever to happen...as sexy and as hot as you honestly look." That one caught her off guard. Again, I knew something about her that she certainly didn't know I knew. And that was obviously, that mom had certainly enjoyed the intimacy of another woman. The photos of her and Jackie together certainly proved that. I did thumb one of her hard extended nipples before she could react to that however. "How sensitive are yours anyway?" I asked, as though curious, not actually trying to stimulate her in anyway, though I knew damn good and well that's exactly what I was doing to her. I then thumbed one of my own, toying with it as she watched me. "Mine are pretty sensitive, I think I could even have an orgasm just playing with them." "I know what you mean, I can too," she told me. "Especially when they're both being sucked on." It was kind of hard passing that one up. So I looked at her. "Do tell!" Now she really did blush. And though I honestly believe she had screwed up here, she tried dodging that bullet anyway as she pushed her breasts together. "They're just big enough that your father used to push them together like this, and then suck on the nipples together simultaneously. Whenever he did that, I never failed to have an orgasm if he kept it up for very long." I was sure that was the truth too. I am sure he had and did. But the way she had said it, and the look on her face when she first did, told me she was thinking about an entirely different way. "Guess I'll never know. My boobs aren't quite big enough to do that," I said cupping my own again, trying to make my nipples touch, but they weren't quite making it. "Guess I'm just too damn little! Another reason that I wish my boobs were as nice as yours are, and hope one day that they will be." "Oh baby...you have gorgeous breasts! And don't be in any hurry for them to sag like mine do. You've got too many years ahead of you yet before you need to start thinking about that. Once again I reached over and gently thumbed one of her nipples. This time she allowed it, briefly, before chuckling nervously and pulling away again. "OK, enough's, enough. I think you've seen me long enough to give Danny a general description here," she said standing. "No, not yet!" I called out. "I need you to do just one more little thing for me first." "Now what?" "I need to see your clit, and see if it's bigger, or as little as mine is," I said actually spreading my legs, looking down at myself, and purposely unsheathing my tiny, yet hard little clitoris. I knew damn good and well where mom was looking, even hearing the sudden catch and intake of her breath. I looked up at her and said, "So...show me." I was a little surprised when she just suddenly moved one foot over a bit, stepping...her hands coming down between her legs, fingers spreading herself. Sure enough, her likewise amazing clit popping out, again...twice the size at least of my own. Had she been standing any closer, I'd have been too fucking tempted to actually snake my tongue out and give it a lick. "Wow...it's beautiful!" I once more assured her, and then actually fell back onto the bed, looking at her, legs spread, finger-tip slowly encircling my own smaller, but very sensitive and very aroused clit. "That's hot!" I mewled pleasurably. "Cynthia! What are you doing?" "I'm masturbating. Looking at you mom. Sorry...but I can't help it. I need to cum now, enjoy this while I can. Please mom, please...touch yourself for me too. Let me see how you like to pleasure yourself. I promise...this stays strictly between us. No one will ever know. Just this once mom...I need to see you, watch you...see how you do it, while you watch me." I pinched my clit between two fingers, pulling on it, almost as though I were jacking it off. And then grinned silently to myself, as mom started doing the exact same thing to her very aroused...very swollen and very, very hard looking clit. ** Mom wasn't exactly a squirter, more like a white-sauce dribbler. Same as me. But a lot more of it, at least this time anyway. Watching her cum, hearing her...seeing the expression on her face, you know...the "O" look that no one ever wants anyone else to see necessarily? That one? Well it was awesome! I don't think I'd ever seen anything more erotic in my entire life, especially as it was live, happening right there in front of me. And then the sauce...oh my god the sauce that suddenly began to spill from the recess of mom's pussy, the sounds it made as she continued to stand there frigging herself, before losing all strength in her legs, collapsing down on the bed next to me. I had come with her too. The moment I saw her, heard her...I exploded. My own orgasm washing over me with a vengeance, causing me to see stars as I swam through the universe of ecstasy. We lay there side-by-side, actually holding hands now, trying to collect our respective breaths. "I mean it Cynthia. No one, and I mean NO ONE ever hears about this! Promise me! I should have never let this happen in the first place!" She added to that, trying to sound angry, but failing miserably as her flushed, heated panting continued. "Ok, I promise. I won't. But, you really should tell Steven about it." "What? Are you nuts?" "Seriously mom. You shouldn't start out keeping secrets from him, no way to start a marriage for one thing. But for another, I'm willing to bet he wouldn't have a problem with any of this, especially if you told him fairly soon. Explain everything." "Everything?" "Yeah, everything. I'm willing to bet he'll even get off on it, knowing that we did this. Provided you tell him about it now, and not wait...or worse, inadvertently let it slip that it happened so many years from now. That could pose a problem. But think about it mom. What's so bad about this anyway? Nothing really if you think about it. We just had a very special mother/daughter moment is all. Sure, we watched one another get off, what's the big deal in that? No harm, no foul. It was hot, naughty...and damn fun now wasn't it?" At least she was smiling. "It was that," she said actually reaching down between her legs, still feeling the small river of her female cum juice as it continued to trickle down the inside of her thighs. "Good thing I didn't put clean sheets on the bed yet huh?" she giggled, though turning serious again as she rolled over looking at me directly. "But you really think I should tell Steven about this?" "If it was me, I know I would mom. Like I said, I have a pretty good feeling about these things. And I am willing to bet, he will find it damn sexy and erotic, as long as you tell him about it now, and not wait too long in doing so." "I'll think about it," she said finally rolling out of bed, but not before surprising me, as she gave my right breast a quick little kiss. "God you make me feel naughty," she said. "Who's kid are you anyway?" I laughed at that. "I think we're a lot more alike that even you realize mother," I grinned once more reaching up to begin toying with my still aroused nipples again. "Now, unless you want to stick around and watch me get off again," I leered. She hesitated for a moment, as though she might, and then gathered up her clothes and the laundry she'd tossed off to one side. "Don't tempt me," she said and then swiftly headed out of my bedroom. Things indeed were going pretty much according to plan. Temptations – Chapter Eight It was too soon yet to know if mom had actually mentioned anything to Steven yet about what we'd done. But I figured she would eventually, if and when she finally decided. In the meantime, it was time to put another aspect of my dirty little plan into effect, especially as she was primed for it. I once again waited until I was sure that both Steven and Danny had left for the day, and then made my way down to the kitchen area. It was early yet, so I knew mom would no doubt be relaxing over an early morning coffee outside. Sure enough, I could see her through the kitchen window out on the patio, pouring myself a cup, and then casually strolling outside to join her. I actually startled her, and then saw why as she hurriedly adjusted herself. I pretended not to have noticed anything, keeping a straight face, and making no mention of what I was now suspicious of. But it was again the perfect opportunity to plant another suggestion, especially if she was indeed horny...which I was guessing having almost caught her, that she certainly was. Although she was wearing a robe, I had noticed it parted as I stepped out of the sliding glass doors. The way she moved suddenly her hand quickly closing it, though she'd not had time to actually redo the sash on it, told me what I needed to know. She'd obviously been toying with herself. Perhaps not seriously, but enough that she was indeed obviously still aroused. "Morning sweetie," she addressed me as I came over to join her, sitting my cup of coffee on the table separating us. There was a slight flush in her cheeks, not enough to give her away, but enough to know. "Morning mom. Sleep well?" "Very...thanks. And you?" "Oh yeah, sweet dreams. Really sweet dreams," I winked. Her cheeks reddened even more, though she quickly tried to bring up another subject, rather than the obvious one. "By the way. You and Danny will be on your own for dinner tonight. Steven has to work late, and I told him I'd meet him in town and at least have dinner with him. So I won't be home until around eight or so." Hearing that gave me another idea. And I began to wonder if this might not be the best time to try and implement that, again part of my overall plan here. And though I wasn't sure if she'd actually go for it, there was no time like the present to bring it up either. "Cool. Danny and I were planning on spending some time together this evening anyway, so that will certainly make things a lot easier for us," I hinted. "Oh? Doing what?" Mom fished, obviously interested, even if she was pretending not to know what I was talking about. "Let me put it this way. If you want to see it, now's the chance. I can assure you, he'd never know, and you'd finally be able to see what I've been talking about." She was just horny enough she didn't even hesitate really, nor did she pretend she didn't know what I was suggesting either. "And how would you manage that?" She asked instead. "You said you'd be home around eight right? Well I'll tell Danny that you told me you were meeting Steven for dinner...AND a movie tonight, so that you both won't be home until really late. Then...I'll make sure we're in my room fooling around. You'll come home early, and the story, if we even need it later, is that Steven told you over dinner that he had to go back to work, sorry about the movie part. So you come home early. And then you come up stairs to let me know you're actually home, except of course you see us together in bed. Chances are, Danny will never even know you saw us if we do this right." "I don't know Cynthia," mom worriedly thought. Though I saw her hand once again disappear through the opening of her robe for a split second. Only long enough for her to realize what she'd nearly done, removing it even more quickly. "What if...what if we get caught?" "We won't get caught. Trust me. And even if we do. Whose actually getting caught here? Me and Danny, that's who. And that's when we'd use the story, if we even need to. But I seriously doubt it. I'm sure I'll have Danny's full and undivided attention at the time, when you come home. I'll wait, and make sure he's totally occupied, when I see the house alarm being turned off. That's when you come up stairs to my bedroom. And since you're both supposedly away for the evening, I'll have left my bedroom door open." "I don't know," she said again. "Well, you think about it. You know where I'll be and what we'll be doing if you change your mind," I smiled at her, and then hurriedly finished my coffee. It was time to let her think about it on her own. Hopefully her current arousal, and the thought of actually getting a peek at Danny's hard stiff dick would win over. Only time would tell. ** Danny was completely blown away when I told him about it. Not only was he finally going to fuck me, but my mother was going to be watching us while he did. Just the thought of that had him walking around early that evening with a hard on. So much so, I told him to go to his room and stay there until mom had finally left. And though we hadn't spoken any more about it, and I had no idea if she'd actually come upstairs to watch us after getting home or not, I was once again betting on it. And that the temptation to actually see his prick would be too much. Years ago, dad had installed a very elaborate security system in the house. There was a small alert panel in all of the bedrooms. When the small little light on it burned red, you knew the house was secure, doors locked. When it switched from red to green, you knew the security system had been safely switched off, with a thirty second window in disarming it. After that, a silent alarm was sent, though each one of the bedroom panels would show a bright flashing light, along with a small beeping sound. Anyone could hit the panic alarm inside their bedroom, immediately locking all bedroom doors simultaneously in the event anyone had broken in. I was simply going to use it to determine the moment mom came in this evening so that Danny and I could and would be waiting for her, if indeed she decided to go along with my scheme. We'd actually been fooling around for the better part of an hour when I told Danny it was time that we get "into" position. "I'll drive," I chuckled, letting him know that for this to work, he needed to be on the bottom, with me sitting on him, effectively blocking his view to the doorway. But that would also ensure that if mom did indeed sneak up stairs, she'd get a pretty good view of everything going on. More importantly, I'd have a good look at her as well as my dressing mirror was between the bed and my closet, giving me a perfect view of the open doorway behind me. If she did come, I'd easily be able to see her peeking in on us, and would secretly and silently alert Danny to that effect. It was five minutes to eight when I saw the alarm panel lights turn green, letting us know she was home. "Show time!" I told him, moving away from his cock where I'd been playfully fondling it, keeping it nice and hard, though I think it would have stayed that way regardless. Danny's arousal at even thinking mom might actually come upstairs to spy on us was enough to do that. "Now don't blow this," I quickly told him. "Don't go trying to take a peek at her yourself. If we can manage it, I'll tell you when it's safe to do so, and you can look then, but not until then. In the meantime, just enjoy what my pussy's going to be doing to your dick while mom watches it going in and out of me...ok?" "Ok," he smiled, and then I climbed on top, placing the opening of my very wet pussy against the head of his cock for the very first time. I felt him enter, and then slid slowly and easily down the entire length of his shaft until it was buried deeply inside me. A New Beginning "And how's that feel Danny boy?" I asked. He groaned, his dick throbbed wonderfully and deeply inside me. I didn't fuck him yet however, not knowing if he'd be able to control himself for as long as we needed him too. I had him hold perfectly still, using my inner muscles to clasp and clench his cock. Up until now, I'd never tried doing that on a real cock before. I'd certainly practiced the technique numerous times on cucumbers, zucchinis, and eventually my dildo's and vibrators until I had managed to do what I felt was a fairly good job of learning muscle control. "Oh fuck!" He moaned out loud pleasurably, just sitting there inside me. "That's...that's amazing Sin!" He mewled once again, throbbing inside me again, which I could likewise easily feel. Five minutes had passed, and I was anxiously wondering if mom would indeed dare to come up the stairs, or if she had in fact chickened out, and gone down to her room. I needn't have worried. I saw the shadow in the hallway before I eventually saw her. I gave Danny our silent signal, winking at him, licking my lips. And then slowly began fucking him, lifting my ass almost all the way off his cock before just as slowly, sliding back down it again. With Danny's hands once more cupping my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples, he was perfectly content to amuse and enjoy himself until I decided it was safe enough for him to try and sneak a peek for himself. I kept one eye on the mirror, looking towards the door. Continued shadow movement just outside telling me that mom was hovering nearby, no doubt listening first before daring herself enough to actually peek in. Though even that had been made easy for her, with the door wide open. Since she was obviously still listening, not yet brave enough to poke her head around the corner yet, I figured I might just as well give her something to listen to then while I waited. Hopefully, hearing that, she'd screw up enough courage to finally look. "Oh baby, oh Danny! I love the way you suck on my tits baby, the way you gently chew and pull on my nipples makes me so fucking hot. Can you feel my juice baby? Can you feel the way it's dripping, running out of my pussy, coating your cock?" Danny was looking at me, no doubt wondering if he was actually supposed to answer that, but I put a finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet. Now was not the time. Not yet anyway. The sound of his voice might be enough to actually frighten and unnerve her. "Oh baby, your cock is SO fucking hard inside me. I love the way it feels going in and out of my tight, hot pussy baby. That's it, fuck me baby, fuck me. Fuck my tight hot cunt!" I saw mom actually poke her head around the corner, just for a split second, no doubt trying to get a fix on things, and just how safe it was for her to actually look better next time. Sitting on him the way I was, leaning forward, forcing Danny to lay completely back, I knew that there was no way he could see her, and she'd quickly realize that. But more importantly, I also knew at the angle we were in, she could easily see that rock hard cock of his sliding in and out of my pussy. Sure enough, this time when she looked, she remained there, looking on. The mirror in my room likewise at a slight angle, giving me a better picture of her than what the doorway did. Mom was wearing a short skirt, which I now watched as she hiked it up around her waist. Wearing thigh-high lace top stockings, she had on what appeared to be a tiny black thong in addition to that. Her hand already down beneath the miniscule waistband, fingers already pleasurably exploring herself as she stood there watching the two of us. But there was no way yet that Danny could chance or risk peeking at her. Mom needed to step a bit more forward into the door before I was even willing to risk that myself. I was still slow-fucking him, though methodically with nice long up and down motions that I knew was completely if not totally revealing his prick. I could almost see the image of it myself from where mom stood. Danny's large tight balls, his thick meaty shaft now smeared with our combined juices, which were adding a wicked sounding song of their own as the slick, slipperiness of those erotic sounds could be easily heard as we fucked. I reached back, purposely taking him out of my cunt, letting him run his hard stiff cock up against and almost between my ass cheeks. But I knew that mom was now getting a really good look at the length of his entire cock, including his nice thick bulbous looking cock-head. Sure enough, she took a small step in order to get a better look, though still safe enough to dart away back around the corner if she needed to. But I knew she was looking intently now. Her hand still furious between her legs as she stood there masturbating...watching us fuck. Mom took another small step for an even closer look. It was now or never as I again gave him the sign, leaning slightly off to one side just enough, lifting my arm as I did for him to peek around and through. Glancing into the mirror, I was seeing what I knew he was. Mom standing there, skirt hiked up around her waist, hand down between her legs, fingers working, mouth open...eyes locked on his massive erection which I was still sliding up and down against even though it was no longer inside me. I leaned back, cutting off his vision for the moment. Another wicked idea suddenly coming to mind. I stared into the mirror until I was sure mom had caught my eyes looking at her. I smiled. She smiled back, albeit a bit nervously so. I slid my hand back, grasping Danny's cock. "Want me to put it back inside my pussy baby? Want to feel my wet slippery cunt again?" I asked unnecessarily, the whole time making a waving motion towards mom. She got my meaning, but shook her head no. "Oh yeah," Danny spoke, which at this point made more sense for him in doing. Stuff me back in there," he actually begged. "I want to fill your cunt with my prick Sin...and I want to cum inside you, fill you up until it flows back out of you again." I looked in the mirror, frowning at her. Once again waving my hand at her furiously. "I bet you would like to cum now wouldn't you?" I teased. And you will baby, you will. But not inside me...on my ass. I want to feel your cum squirting all over my ass when you finally do cum. I waved again. Pleased when mom actually stepped much further into the room, making sure she came in quietly, straight up behind me, even slinking down a little. This was gutty, even for her. "Ok, I'm going to put you inside me again," I informed him, though my hand was no where's near his dick. But I knew mom's was when I felt her suddenly guiding Danny's cock back into my sweet slit, even playing with it a bit before pressing it in. I mouthed the words silently, seeing Danny's eyes grow large as I did. "That's mom...not me." I thought he was going to bust a nut right then and there, and damn near did too! "Oh FUCK!" He cried out involuntarily, though unfortunately, his unexpected outburst scared mom away. She cautiously retreated back towards the doorway, disappearing for a moment before looking again. But I was pleased to see that she had completely removed her skirt and thong when she next reappeared. One hand spreading her lips a part. The other working her clit much the same way I did, almost as though jacking it off as she stood there looking on. All this excitement and stimulation bringing me to the very edge as well. And I knew I was easily capable of cumming at the drop of a hat. "You ready baby? You ready to squirt that nice hot load all over my nasty sweet ass?" "Fuck yes please!" He cried out, already feeling his dick swell even bigger if that was possible. I lifted up, forcing his prick to un-cunt me, and then spun around on him so fast that he had no time to react. "Eat me...make me cum with you," I demanded, knowing that would keep him busy while I dared do this. I once again motioned towards mom. Seeing that Danny was now otherwise occupied, she actually came walking back in again, now kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, only a foot or so away from Danny's hard stiff cock as I began licking and sucking it. I pointed it at her, grinning. She shook her head no. I licked it again, sucking it again, showing her the dribble of cum that suddenly oozed from the tip of his prick. He was only moments away now from spurting. I pointed it at her one more, winking. And then mouthed the words. "Do it!" To my delight. She did. I don't think Danny ever knew she had actually licked it. Though that's all she did, quickly, and then backed off as I did. In moment's Danny's cock lurched and he began spewing all over the place, most of which ended up between my breasts, though I was likewise in the throes of an orgasm myself due to his talented tongue on my clit. But even better, so was mom. The look in her eyes so wild, so lustful and crazy, watching Danny's prick spunking my tits. She even reached out, smearing a bit of it over and around my breasts, licking off her fingers before crawling out backwards through the door again actually on her hands and knees. It was nasty as fuck. ** My turn – Chapter Nine I was really starting to appreciate this alone time that mom and I had in the morning. It gave us a chance to chat, to recap events while they were still fresh, and certainly before she could start feeling even the least bit guilty about it. I knew for my part, I had to keep her from thinking like that, and thus keep it exciting, arousing even dangerous to some degree. I was beginning to understand my mother, better than she understood herself. We really, truly were far more alike than she obviously realized. But I knew without any doubt whatsoever, it was the "danger" part that she found truly exciting, stimulating, even if it scared her a little. That...was a crucial aspect of the whole thing. I came downstairs early again, not even bothering to put much of anything on, just a simple pair of skimpy bikini panties as I strolled into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee. It was obvious she was waiting for me, sitting at the kitchen table. Though the look in her eyes told me, she was definitely struggling with what had happened. "You know you really should come dressed," she told me looking up at me as I walked over, pulling a chair out at the table sitting down across from her. Boobs obviously on display though she again purposely averted her eyes. "Why? Steven and Danny have left already...just us girls," I said smiling sipping my coffee. Wondering as I did, what she was planning on telling me, and hoping that I could quickly deflect whatever reservations she obviously had. "We need to talk." "Obviously, though you have to admit mom, it was pretty damn exciting wasn't it?" If I could get her to admit to that, I knew her resolve would weaken a little, and I could work with that. "Exciting, yes. Admittedly, but I'm not sure it's such a good idea to be doing things like that, not safe...not right..." "Oh? And what was wrong with what happened? Nothing really. I mean seriously mom. You got to see Danny's hard stiff cock right? And you got to see him fucking me with it. You have to admit it mom, it was hot seeing that wasn't it? And it was damn fucking hot knowing you were watching us. That was a major turn on. Just like the other day when we watched one another getting off." Mom was flustered again, as I repainted the images for her. "Yes but..." "But nothing," I stopped her. "Look...mom, let's face it. You and I are a lot alike. You know it, and I know it. So it's just a matter of admitting that to one another, and then moving forward from there. It was damn fucking exciting knowing you were there, especially with you playing with yourself, watching Danny's cock sliding in and out of me. And I could see by the look on your face, that you were honestly enjoying it. So what's wrong with that? It was nasty fun yes?" "That's just it Sin," Mom said using my nick-name. "It was nasty. Nasty dirty, and I was enjoying it a little bit too much I think. You have no idea how tempting it was for me, to just wrap my lips around Danny's hard cock and suck it for him. I was so tempted to do that, but didn't dare." "I wish you had of. And so does Danny for that matter," I said. "Wha...what do you mean by that?" "Oh don't worry. I didn't mean he knew anything about you actually being there last night. I mean when he's talked to me before, you know...even before you actually got there when I was licking and sucking his cock, teasing him. Asking him if he'd like seeing the two of us together doing that. He said that would be a real fantasy come true if something like that were to ever happen. That's all. But the point is, he'd have been in seventh heaven if he'd felt the two of us actually licking and sucking him together last night. Which is why I said, I wish you had." Mom relaxed, now understanding what I meant, though the truth of course was far beyond that. Danny had indeed popped another nut a bit later as I sucked his cock, actually talking about that, and then telling him just before he came, that mom had actually licked it herself. He'd been totally unaware of her involvement beyond just watching us until I informed him it had been her hand that had slipped his cock back up inside me, and that she had actually licked a droplet of his almost-cum, off the end of his dick. "I am curious about something else though," I asked. "Oh? And what is that?" "You mention anything to Steven about what we did?" She actually chuckled, nodding her head. But I was pleased to see her actually relax to, readjusting herself in her seat. Her early morning robe parting just a bit, revealing the fact she was as usual, naked beneath it. "Yes." "And?" "It was like you said. He got off on knowing that. Figuratively, and literally speaking. He thought it was "damn fucking hot" in his words, that we could actually do that. He even asked me if we'd done anything else. But of course, I told him no...we hadn't, and that it was bad enough we'd even done that much. You are after all, my own flesh and blood. And I may be many things, but I'm not into incest, at least not like that," she back peddled. "So just a little incest is ok then," I teased. She scowled at me, trying to look serious, and then laughed. "You're such a shit." "Maybe so. But then, I am your shit after all. And I like it that way. Now...what else did you two talk about anyway? Did you tell him anything about last night?" This time mom's face turned beet red. "I did...I, I had told him what we'd talked about when we were...you know, watching one another. And then I'm suddenly telling him that you had actually invited me to come home and pretend to walk in on you. Needless to say, he got excited about that too. Told me not to leave out any details...to tell him everything." I liked where this was going. "And? So did you? Tell him everything?" "Yes, I did. I found that I agreed with you Cynthia. I don't want our marriage starting off with there being any secrets between us. So yes...I told him everything. Well...almost everything anyway. I didn't tell him about the licking part. I figured he didn't need to know about that necessarily, since it was only a quick simple lick." "And so what did he have to say about that?" Mom shook her head, and sighed. "He told me, I should have sucked it while I had the chance." ** We must have talked for about an hour. Not just about sexual things either, but just about everything. It was nice being able to do that with her. Growing closer with her again, just like in the old days. But eventually, I slowly drew the discussion back around again. It was time to find out how open she was to a few things. "So, mom...you got to see Danny. How about returning the favor for me?" Her eyes opened wide. "What? Seriously? You want to see Steven's cock?" "Of course I do. I am curious after all. And after all...fairs fair. You got to see Danny's up close and personal, now...I think you should return the favor, and let me see Steven's." "Ha...how? How do you propose we go about doing that?" "Easy. Same scenario. Same situation basically. Plan an evening, make sure he's really hot and bothered. Just make sure to leave your bedroom door open, so that I don't have to worry about trying to open it in order to peek in. That way, I can watch the two of you doing it, and enjoy myself pretty much the same way you did." "You're really wicked you know that?" "No worse than you are," I shot back. "You have to admit mom, it really is exciting and naughty doing this isn't it? Come on admit it. You like it as nasty and dirty as I do." "Ok, I admit it. It still doesn't make it right though. We're treading on thin ice here. Things could get easily out of hand." "But it's nasty isn't it? Nasty fun. Dirty nasty fun. Go on, say it." "Yeah, it's dirty nasty. It's dirty nasty fun. There. I said it! Happy now?" "Almost," I said reaching down, pulling off my panties, throwing them up onto the table, and then reaching over to the fruit bowl, grabbing a banana. "And just what the hell do you think you're doing?" "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm a nasty dirty girl, in a nasty, dirty mood. Who's about to get nasty and dirty in front of her mother again. That's what." I eased the nice firm banana inside my pussy, and then sat there simply smiling and looking at mom while I banana-fucked myself, even though she couldn't actually see me doing that. She reached over, grabbing another, and then parted her robe. "You really are a nasty dirty girl," she told me as she began fucking herself with her own banana. "I know. And you're a really nasty, dirty mother. And I love it. Now...tell me when you think I can watch you and Steven fuck, and it better be soon too, or I'll ask him myself." "You wouldn't!" She first said, and then looked at me again. "Ok, so maybe you would. But don't you dare. You leave that part up to me." And with that, we sat back and watched one another get off on the banana's we were both using. Coming out of her shell – Chapter Ten We had chosen the following evening to do this as Danny was working a double shift and wouldn't be home until way late. It would give us the opportunity and time without having to worry about Danny finding out, as I wasn't quite ready yet to throw him into the mix just yet. I knew if I moved too fast, things could unravel quickly here, and I had already invested a lot of time and thinking into this as it was. The images of my parents, and Danny's forever engrained in my mind. Their looks of total and complete bliss, passion, and ecstasy something that I too wanted to capture. But it meant taking things slowly, one step at a time. The one really amazing side effect from all of this, was the slow yet gradual transformation of my mother. Dad's death had been really hard on her. So much so, that for a long time I worried she'd never recover, never come out of the funk she had put herself in. But she had. Though much of that was again due to her relationship with Steven. Even then, even with his love and support, and the mutual bond they shared due to the tragedy, mom was never quite the same person I remembered her being. Now however, I saw that old familiar look in her eyes again. The smiles that far more frequently appeared. She was even starting to look younger again, taking better care of herself. I might never replace the friendship she had once had with Jackie, but I was at least filling a void in her life that she had so terribly missed. Even though I was her daughter, we had managed to establish a confidence with one another that even the two of us had never really had. We could talk and laugh like friends, share secret thoughts and dreams, and yes of course...speak of fantasies and desires with one another without fear, without guilt and without any remorse for having done so. A New Beginning Just the thought of what we were planning to do, touched on that wild side of mom, scratched the itch that had been so long neglected. She was almost giddy with excitement, acting like a school-girl in many ways, silly at times...but oh so wonderfully as she did. She almost tired me out just watching her as she cleaned the house, though I helped. Why it was important to her that she do that was of no importance. What was important was, that it seemed to heighten her mood, her enthusiasm and anticipation for the evening ahead. Everything was prepared, candles made ready, strewn throughout her bedroom for her romantic seduction. Plans and ideas that she had shared with me, making things even easier for the two of us to enjoy later, without Steven even being aware. She was excited about it more than I had seen her be in quite some time. And again like I said, almost giddy as she flitted about. "Slow down mother! You're wearing me out here!" I told her, laughing with her as she finished dusting the bedroom, and then placed brand new, crisp clean sheets on the bed. Satin sheets no less that just screamed the words "sex", bright red in color as mom and I together finished preparing her, or rather our lair for the evening. "Sorry, I guess I'm just excited about tonight," she actually giggled. Been thinking about it all day, so much so...my pussy's been constantly dripping." "Mother!" I laughed, using the same tone of voice with her that she so often had used with me when she called out my name in her formal usage of it. "What?" She laughed back looking at me. "Like yours isn't?" She accused actually bold enough to glance down where my pussy was. Preferring to work comfortably, I had on a simple pair of bikini panties and a white, wife-beater tee that was molded over my bare breasts. Already my nipples were hard, pressing against the thin light-weight material, even more so as mom uninhibitedly teased with me. "Just remember, if we do this..." "If?" "When we do this...don't you dare speak or say anything. As much as I now know, Steven wouldn't mind obviously...I'd prefer it if he didn't actually know. Not yet anyway. I'm still struggling with this a bit myself, but not so much that the thought of doing this isn't arousing to me. It's so dirty and wrong, that I'm majorly turned on by it. I'm even thinking that I'm going to have to give myself some quick relief here soon just to take the edge off!" "Mother!" I said again, only laughing and smiling this time, though walking over to her dresser drawer, reaching in, and pulling out one of her secreted away toys. "You mean like this one?" I asked holding it up, waggling it at her. A life-like looking penis that was also a vibrator. "Now why doesn't it surprise me that you knew where those are," she asked. "I suppose that you've even gone so far as to borrow them from time to time?" She grinned wickedly. "Until I got a selection of my own, yes," I grinned back. "Particularly this one. Once I had tried it, I knew I was going to have to get one just like it for myself. It's pretty damn close to Danny's cock isn't it?" "Yes it is," mom agreed taking it from me, turning it on to check the battery power as it thrummed happily, even erotically in her hand. "And especially, now that I actually know that. It's made using it all the sweeter." I left mom to enjoy herself at that point, though I'd actually have preferred to stay and watch her, but I had a few things to do myself in preparation for the evening ahead of us. And the story of course was that I too would be gone for a portion of the evening, leaving mom and Steven alone together, something which they hadn't had much time of late, being able to do. After enjoying a light, intimate dinner together, mom would spring her planned seduction on Steven. And then after that, I'd more or less join the two of them, without his ever knowing. Admittedly, I was pretty damp between the legs myself as I went upstairs to get ready and make a showing of going out for the evening shortly after Steven got home. With luck, and with a few ideas of my own that even mom wasn't aware of, the evening ahead held promise for furthering my own goals as far as this family went. ** I had put on something that looked nice, but would be easy enough to get out of. Coming back down the stairs, expecting Steven to arrive home at any minute, I was thrilled to see mom wearing something not only elegant, but damn fucking sexy too. She wore a somewhat sheer, floor-length evening gown that accentuate the delights of her form beneath, without giving everything away. There was just a hint of her voluptuous breasts, a whispered glimpse of nipple here and there. "Well? What do you think?" She asked spinning around so I could take in everything at once. Even her ass begged to be fucked as she turned on her heels for me, wearing a six inch pair of stiletto heels to complete the ensemble. "What I think...is if I wasn't your daughter, I'd say to hell with Steven, and fuck you myself!" I boldly told her. "And in fact...daughter or no daughter, I'm tempted to do that right now!" She blushed profusely. "And if I wasn't your mother...I'd let you too!" She responded back. Just then I heard Steven's car pulling up in the drive, so it was time to put on my act, leaving for the evening. But not before I threw out one more little comment at mom, leaving her with something to wonder, and think about. "One day, I'd enjoy hearing about all the things that you and Jackie enjoyed doing together," and then turned at the sound of the door opening as Steven stepped in. I could only imagine the look on mom's face, though I quickly stepped forward on tippy-toe, giving Steven an affectionate kiss on the mouth. "Have fun," I told him, and then slipped outside before he could respond to that one either, closing the door behind me. I skipped all the way out to my car, wondering what mom's thoughts were...and Steven's when he saw mom standing there dressed as she was, no doubt with her mouth hanging open. ** Figuring they would need at least an hour or so to enjoy their romantic little dinner before moving onto dessert, I drove over to the motel where Danny was working as the night manager. I felt slightly bad about his not being included in anything yet, beyond what he had been...and had already decided to give him a little treat by way of compensation for being left out. I had already called him, telling him I was coming over for a quick visit, before meeting a girlfriend later on for a bite to eat. He was obviously pleased to see me, especially dressed the way I was. Short dark blue, almost black pleated mini-skirt, tight form fitting velour pull-over sweater that was still nice and cool during the evening hours, and sans bra of course. Leaving my breasts free, hinting at their unencumbered access as I strolled into the lobby where Danny sat behind the counter reading. It was obviously a slow night, but then again, most week-nights were, save for the occasional couples that came in for a quickie. The motel was a bit out of the way, so it had a bit of a reputation for being the ideal place for people to go and spend a few illicit hours together in relative seclusion. It was a nice motel too, not one of those seedy, run down affairs, and reasonable in price, especially during the weekdays. "Slow tonight?" I asked coming in, stepping around the counter without fear of anyone saying anything. I had been there before, though never to do what I planned on doing this night. It was a twenty-four unit motel, but Danny informed me they only had six rooms rented, three of which were "quick stays" as he put it, meaning that he doubted three of those couples would even spend the entire night. "Yeah, and damn boring too...until now anyway," he smiled as I walked over, kissing him, slipping him a little tongue, and simultaneously reaching down to briefly caress his somewhat flaccid cock through his pants. I say somewhat flaccid, because I swear it started to get hard the moment he saw me as I came through the doors. "So, what do I owe the honors too?" He asked. "Mom and dad are planning on doing the nasty tonight, so I'm giving them a little time in order to enjoy that without my being there," I informed him. "Though of course...just the thought of that has gotten me feeling nasty." "Of course it has, what doesn't?" He quipped, though his hand had already reached out, clamping down on one of my breasts, fingering and fondling the stiff erect nipple through the thin soft material. "Be nice, or I won't give you the blow-job I was planning on giving you before meeting Diane for dinner," I scolded. "Blow-job? Here?" "Unless you don't want me to, yes." I said already fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. "Just don't get me fired," he replied as I finally freed his fully hard cock, stroking it, before dropping down on my knees in front of him as I began sucking his cock. I'd hardly even started when Danny tried warning me to stand up again. "Shit! There's a couple coming in!" He informed me, once more trying to back away so he could put his stiff dick back in his pants, a feat that would take some real doing at this point. But I of course had other ideas. "No! Stay where you are!" I giggled wickedly, and then slid even further beneath the counter so he could stand there facing them as they stepped up to the counter, me still sucking and licking his cock as he saw to them. "Sin!" He moaned, but it was already too late. The sound of the bell on the door as it opened, and then footsteps heading towards the service counter. "Good evening!" He spoke trying to remain perfectly calm though I was sucking about as hard as I could on the end of his dick as he said that. "Are you...looking for a...room?" He asked in clipped breaths. "Yes, we are," the man spoke. "Do you have something available, maybe with a king sized bed?" I knew they had six rooms so furnished. Suites as they were called, though the only real difference in those from any of the others, was the actual bed, that and a small refrigerator that was stocked with miniature bottles of alcohol that you could purchase at an enormous price. "Yes, we still have availability of one of our suites," he informed them, and then gave them the again marked up price of the room. Danny knew damn good and well what they were obviously here for to do, and thus knew if they really wanted the room to further their activities, they'd end up agreeing to it, which they did. It was about that point that I all but swallowed the length of his entire prick, which was no easy feat either, once more sucking it for all I was worth. I felt him grow weak in the knees, and knew he was even then on the verge of collapse, not to mention filling my mouth with his seed. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I was now bound and determined to make him cum before the couple could be given the keys to their room and walk away. "And a...how will ah....will you...be paying for the room?" He asked the couple, sounding out of breath. "Cash," came the response, which told me as well as Danny I'm sure, that this couple was no doubt here on some clandestine meeting with one another. Another reason I was suddenly not really worried any more. Having undone his belt as well by this time, it was an easy process to suddenly yank down on his jeans, which easily came away, falling half-way down his legs, along with his jockey shorts. I knew then I had him right where I wanted him. As he stood obviously making change, and having them fill out the necessary paperwork, I wormed my finger up inside his ass, though he tried almost desperately to keep me from doing so. All to no avail of course. I could almost see him sweating, and wondered how he must have looked to them as his balls almost immediately tightened, his dick throbbing fiercely inside my mouth. Poor Danny was going to explode any moment now, and I was bound and determined to see to it that he did. I drove my finger even deeper then, fucking his ass with it as I once more suctioned just the head of his cock, something I knew he enjoyed more than just about anything. The first hard-felt spurt came as no real surprise as the man spoke. "We were sort of wondering, if you had room service?" Danny had virtually filled my mouth, damn near drowning me with his copious discharge. I could almost see him gripping the counter as he responded back. "Ah...ah, sorry. No, ah...ahh...only, only on the...the weekends," he barely managed. I allowed a bit of Danny's cream to spill out of the corner of my mouth, and then as an afterthought, reached down, pulling my sweater up and over my tits, exposing them. I then stood, a smile on my face, cum drool clinging to one side of my mouth. The surprise on everyone's faces, especially Danny's as I suddenly appeared out of nowhere, speaking. "I guess that mostly depends on the kind of room-service you're looking for." I then licked my lips, smiling sweetly, and casually pulled my top back down over my breasts again. Although there was at first initial surprise and even shock on the young couple's faces, those quickly turned to knowing smiles. "If you're offering," the woman spoke almost hopefully. The sudden tension immediately evaporating as everyone...including Danny, laughed. Though his was of course a very, very nervous laugh. "Hired help?" The young man asked, grinning at me, his eyes only then looking up since I'd finally covered my breasts again. "Nope. His sister," I responded to that. "Just came in to say hello," I stated, and then walked nonchalantly back around the counter and out the doors again. I figured I'd hear about it later. But it had been well worth it, just seeing the looks on everyone's faces when I had stood up. I reached my car, glancing at my watch. Including the drive home, I'd be arriving just a little over an hour since I'd left. Horny as hell now, I sat, fingering myself all the way home. I was soon going to get to see Steven's nice hard cock. And even more importantly, I was going to see mother fucking it too! Bound and gagged – Chapter Eleven Though I was pretty sure they had certainly finished dinner, and had gone downstairs to their bedroom, I was quiet as a mouse coming in. As the alarm hadn't been set, I knew there wouldn't be any problems coming in, and having Steven seeing that. (Though at the time I had no idea he wouldn't be able to anyway). I stood at the top of the stairs listening for a moment, smiling when all I did hear was the sound of music playing, coming up from their bedroom, which told me two things. One...the music would definitely mask any sound I might make coming down the stairs. And two...whatever was going on at the moment, mom was making sure that Steven was obviously well occupied. I silently crept down the stairs, reaching the landing and again stopping to listen. But all I again heard was the sound of music playing off in the distance. In addition, I noticed that the door to their bedroom was indeed open, soft light spilling out into the hall, but knowing as I approached, that I'd be able to easily see whatever was going on at the moment. The reality was, it was mom's turn to surprise me. I peeked around the edge of the door and damn near fell over. Mom was waiting for me, in a way, currently sucking and licking Steven's cock. Seeing movement, she looked up and away from his prick, holding a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, though simultaneously grinning from ear to ear. Steven was bound to the bed, spread-eagled. Mom had secured his wrists and feet with several soft scarves, along with covering his eyes. In addition to that, I noticed he also had a ball-gag stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak. But what truly drew my eyes, was the fact mom had put on some sort of cock-ring around his dick, as well as his balls. Danny obviously always seemed to have a steely-hard dick, but looking at Steven's as I stood there in the doorway, fully exposed now, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Not only that, but Steven's prick was almost purple in color, and I wondered briefly if it wasn't actually painful as hard as it was. Even when mom merely finger-tipped it, swiping some free-flowing juice off the head, Steven jumped, moaning softly around the ball-gag in his mouth, the effect of which produced even more juice as I stood there watching her teasing him that way. She waved me in, again holding a finger up to her lips, though mouthing the words, "get undressed!" I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, tossing them out in the hallway for later, so there'd be no misplaced, tell-tale evidence that I'd even been there. And then boldly walked into the room. "Would you like to kiss my nipples with your cock?" Mom asked. "Make your dick throb twice for yes, and once for no," she told him. Obviously that was a no-brainer, though it was fun watching him work his prick-muscles, making his cock bounce twice rapidly. "Very well. Just make sure you kiss them nice for me, with plenty of cock spit," she urged squeezing Steven's shaft, which easily produced the liquid she was hoping to see. To my surprise, she beckoned to me, pointing at my breasts. I leaned forward, mom's hand wrapped around Steven's cock as she began rubbing the head of his dick directly against my nipple, smearing his lubrication over the very sensitive tip. Just that simple act sending a flood of my own desire coursing through my pussy. I could feel it pooling inside as mom switched tits, now rubbing Steven against my other nipple. "Good boy," she said giving his prick a quick appreciative lick. "And as a reward for that, now you can feel a bit of my juice on your dick-head as a further treat." Mom was horny. That unbridled, decadent side of her had emerged in full force. She was enjoying this to the maximum. The danger of what we were doing, Steven totally unaware that his soon to be step-daughter was rubbing her tits against his cock, or rather that his soon to be wife...was rubbing her soon to be husbands prick against her daughter's breasts, was intensifying mom's arousal level. Unashamedly, she reached down between her legs, easily inserting two, and then three fingers inside herself, withdrawing them a moment later with what appeared to be an abundance of that creamy white froth I had now had the pleasure of seeing her produce. Still holding his cock, she now smeared it over his bulbous head, likewise skimming it down his shaft, playfully teasing him. "You like that nasty sauce?" She asked again unnecessarily. "Throb for me, this time three times for yes." He quickly did that, almost causing me to laugh, just barely managing to contain myself. "Would you like to feel that again?" She asked. And once again his prick bounced erotically. Mom pointed at me however, eyebrows raised in question as she likewise looked directly at my pussy. I smiled, nodding my head, and then emulated her, slipping two fingers inside myself. And though the cum-poi I produced, and emerged with on my fingers, wasn't quite as creamy-like in substance as mom's had been, it was damn slick and slippery nevertheless. I looked at her, seeking approval and permission, but it was obvious she was fine with that, even letting go of Steven's cock so that I could in turn now fondle it, smearing my own sweet juice up and down his throbbing hard shaft. "Now you need to taste it," she said. Reaching up to briefly remove the ball-gag from his mouth, though warning him when she did. "Remember the rules...no talking, or you sit here alone until I feel like you've been punished enough." Steven remained silent, breathing deeply in relief, grateful perhaps that the ball gag had been temporarily removed. She again reached down, coating her fingers, and then lifted them to his mouth, smearing her creamy essence against his lips before allowing him to then suck the remaining residue off her fingers. "More?" She asked stepping back, once again nodding towards me. Steven's prick bounced wildly in response. I grinned, repeating the actions, lifting my own cum-covered fingers up to his lips, letting him taste my own sweet girly juice, and then allowing him to likewise suck and lick it off. "Good boy. Did you like that?" Mom asked. A New Beginning "Yes!" Steven groaned, quickly shutting up, realizing he had spoken however, to which mom immediately responded. "Bad boy!" She charged. "You broke the rules! And for that, you're going to have to lay her all alone for a while and think about the consequences of having done that!" She again motioned to me, pointing towards the door. I quietly tip-toed out of the room as mom reinserted the ball gag into his mouth, turning up the music just a bit, and then following me out into the hallway, only then closing the door. I giggled quietly, sharing a secret laugh with her as we hurriedly made our way down the hall and back up the stairs again into the sitting room. ** "God mother, you're wicked! Really, really wicked you know that?" I finally burst out laughing, no fear of being overheard as she had likewise shut the upstairs door. With the music playing downstairs, and both doors closed, I knew that poor Steven was alone with his thoughts, though I was also quite sure that even that was stimulating to him, wondering what mom might now be up to. "What can I say?" She asked uninhibitedly cupping her breast, toying with her nipple right there in front of me as we sat down on the couch together for a moment, giggling like school girls again. "It's been a very long time since I've felt like this...thanks to you," she told me. "It's...nice, feeling alive again," she then added a bit more somberly. "Well I for one am glad to see it mother. You are acting more like your old self here, but I'm even more pleased that you're sharing this with me, allowing me to see this side of yourself, that so reminds me of me," I said leaning over to give her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and then another on her mouth. Feeling my hard stiff nipples briefly graze her own as we did that. "Fuck!" Mom groaned audibly. "I swear it Sin," she again said using my nickname, and even emphasizing the connotation and meaning of saying it that way. "It's moments like this that I really do wish you weren't my daughter, if you know what I mean." "Well I for one, don't mind that you are mother," I replied reaching out to grasp her tender breast, kneading it softly, feeling the exquisite softness of her tit, the hard almost rubbery like nipple now captured between my fingers as I scissored it, teasing it. She allowed my ministrations a moment longer, and then forced my hand away, somewhat reluctantly. "But I am," she simply said with a longing look in her eyes, "We've been naughty enough as it is, without making things even more complicated," she sighed resignedly. I was pleased to see her hand replace mine however, once again fondling and caressing her own breast, as I began doing the same to myself, watching her. "So how long his punishment?" I asked. Mom looked at the clock on the wall. "At least another ten minutes. Give him something to think about, wondering what I'm up to, what's going to happen next," she chuckled with a very evil laugh. "Trust me, he likes it when I torture him like this. You think his cock's all hard and purple now, wait until I've really driven him nuts, not to mention how much, and how hard he shoots when he cums after a marathon teasing like this." "So I take it, you've done this before?" "A few times yes," she freely admitted. "Not often...we like to keep this as one of those special times, though he has likewise done the same thing for me too. Jackie used to go..." Mom caught herself, the realization she'd just about spilled the beans about the four of them, though the words already too late to take back. "Crazy?" I finished for her, letting her know I was perfectly ok with that. "And speaking of which, I still want to hear all the naughty juicy details about you two sometime too mother. What was it like licking another woman's cunt anyway? Do you enjoy doing that? Do you enjoy having another woman eating your pussy at the same time?" Mom laughed, blushing just a bit, but the cat was now out of the proverbial bag here. "Yes...very much. We had grown very close with one another obviously over the course of the years. So in time, things just seemed to quite naturally happen. She was the first woman I had ever been with, ever done anything with, and from what I understand, though she'd had some limited experience, I had been her first real female lover as well." "I bet daddy enjoyed watching you two," I spoke. "I know I sure as hell would have." Mom again blushed, but there was no sense trying to hide the obvious now. "So...you're not shocked by any of that?" She asked. "Shocked? Hell no mother! And not even surprised really. I keep telling you, we're a lot alike, and if I know me...then I have a pretty good idea of who you really are as well. So to think you could enjoy the pleasures of other people, though more specifically, Steven and Jackie, and that dad was obviously into that as well, doesn't bother me in the least mother. In fact, I envy you. I honestly do wish that I could enjoy that intimate closeness the way you did." I was hinting here, wondering perhaps if she'd catch my meaning, though content to merely plant the seeds and see if they took root more than anything else. "Aren't we sort of doing that now in a way?" She answered back, giggling nervously however, and once more glancing at the clock. "I think...he's been punished long enough," she said standing. "Well sort of", she added to that. "Now it's time to really drive him nuts. Come on, follow me and do what I'm about to do for him. He really loves it whenever I do that." "Do what?" She just smiled, taking my hand in hers, leading me back towards the stairs again. "You'll see." ** Walking back into the room, I was a little surprised to see that Steven's cock wasn't nearly as hard as it had been. Though still firm, it had drooped off to one side, now laying against his upper thigh, and not nearly as purple in color has it had been. "Oh I see, you've obviously lost interest," mom stated upon seeing the same thing I was. "Too bad, I guess I'll just have to take care of things myself until you're in the mood once again," she told him. Pulling up one of the chairs they had in their room close to the end of the bed, mom motioned for me to do the same, now sitting beside her. She had simultaneously retrieved one of her many toys, that she had sitting close by, turning it on. "I guess you'll just have to lay there and listen to me getting myself off," she spoke. "Until you can show me your ready to fuck this slick wet pussy of mine." Inserting the vibrator, one of my own personal favorites, inside herself, mom began working it in and out of her cunt. I could easily hear the sounds of her slickness as she did that, knowing full well that Steven was laying there hearing it too. And if it was making me horny all over again, not that I wasn't...it for damn sure affected Steven as well. In seconds, his prick began to rise to new heights, once more taking on that almost painful purple-swollen look to it as it rose to full staff. Mom however continued to stroke her cunt, fucking herself with the toy, purposely causing her juices to make the most obscene sounds I had ever heard as she played in her own sloppy juices. "Ah that's better," she said as Steven's cock once more began throbbing on its own, bouncing back and forth needfully, almost desperately. And then to my surprise, she removed it, handing it to me, slick with my mother's creamy juices. I didn't even hesitate. As wet as I likewise was...I slid it inside myself to the hilt. "I'm not sure as hard as you need to be yet," she informed him, now fingering her clit, spreading her neither lips apart, her much larger clitoris glistening, poking it's pinky head out of her juicy wet folds as she strummed the surface of it with her finger-tip. "Perhaps a bit more juicy fucking is needed here yes?" Looking at me, she winked, nodding her head, her eyes once again filled with lust and desire, that same look I was becoming all too fond of and familiar with. I shoved the toy in my cunt in several quick rapid thrusts, the wetness of my cunt quickly being heard, the slick sounds of my juice now added and mingling with those of my mothers. The mere thought of that, escalating my own wanton needs and desires as I pummeled my pussy with the toy, seeing Steven's cock dancing wildly now of its own accord. "That's my boy, mom said finally rising, once more raising a finger to her lips in silence. Now you can...fuck me." I had removed the toy, turning it off, though quickly replacing it with my fingers, once more palming my cunt, rubbing my hard little clit in circular motions as I watched mom climb up onto the bed. Squatting over him, though facing towards me, I sat mesmerized, watching mom reaching down, wrapping her fist around Steven's cock, teasing herself, and him with it for a moment as she did that. "You want some cunt?" She asked. "You want to fuck this nasty twat Steven? You ready to squirt that sticky, nasty cum-juice into my equally nasty pussy?" Poor Steven was groaning desperately around the ball gag now. Reaching back, mom removed it from his mouth, allowing him to breathe easily again. And likewise releasing him from his silent vows. "Ok, once you're inside me...feel free to speak," she said winking at me, and then in one swift sudden motion, impaled herself. Steven's deep guttural groan filled the room. "OH FUCK!" he burst out, almost screaming as mom began humping him in a frenzy. I sat watching them fuck, watching his cock spearing her, listening to the sounds of their flesh as it came together, slapping. Mother's tits gyrating wildly above as she expertly ground against him, often changing the tempo, or even direction as she moved side-to-side, or back and forth as well as up and down. My mother was the perfect fuck, and it was indeed driving Steven crazy. My own clit hurt so bad, I wanted to tear it off when I came, and knew that I was in fact only seconds away now from actually doing so. "Alright you mother-fucking prick!" She screamed out. "I'm going to cum now, and now you can as well," she informed him...her mingled cry of almost immediate ecstasy seizing her, the rapture in her face as she came, more intense than anything I had ever seen before. My climax erupting almost simultaneously, the smell of my lust readily apparent as I felt the fluids suddenly flow in abundance, my tingling clit sending a tidal wave of extraordinary bliss through every square inch of my being. Steven's orgasm, now joining mothers and my own...the three of us cumming together, the difficulty of forcing myself not to cry out in rapturous release, a torment that somehow added to the sweetness of my own pleasure. Mom all but collapsed on his cock. A minute or two passing as they both fought to collect their breathes, then rising, hovering over him, holding her lips open once more with her hands. I saw the first dribbling emergence of Steven's hot white sticky spunk, combined with mom's no doubt, as it slowly oozed from her pussy. It dripped, and then all but poured, once more saturating and coating his cock. In seconds, it looked as though she had purposely covered it in whipping cream as it ran in thick gooey rivulets, soon bathing his balls. "What a mess," she now added breathlessly. "I guess I had best clean this up." She moved off the bed, preparing to do exactly that with her mouth. Almost desperate, I caught her attention, pointing at his dick, and then my mouth. Mom looked surprised, and then delighted, her lusty look returning almost as though she hadn't just finished climaxing as she nodded her head in acquiescence. We exchanged places, quietly, quickly. And I began cleaning off Steven's creamy tasting cock. Good News – Chapter Twelve We got word on Friday that Steven and Danny's house had been sold at a fairly substantial profit. In addition to that, the realtor that had sold their home, had informed mom and Steven, that she was just as confident in selling our place almost as quickly. Mom and Steven had already been out looking at new places for us to live, and had narrowed it down to three different places, one of which was ideal as it was a lot closer to the university that Danny and I would be attending together. The fact they had even invited us along to help make a decision on the best place to live was certainly nice and appreciated. But the reality of course was... both Danny and I would be moving out to find our own places to live eventually. Still, it was sweet of them both to have included us in that as we headed out early Saturday morning to have a look at all three. They had obviously saved the best place for last. Hands down it was the best one of all three. Not only did it have a nice sized pool out back, but it also had an enclosed hot-tub with a surrounding gazebo. The bedroom I chose for myself was at least twice the size of the one I was living in now, and would easily accommodate my father's roll-top desk, allowing me to set up a nice cozy little study corner without encroaching on the rest of my bedrooms furnishings. Danny too had a bigger room than either one of his previously, and was situated at the opposite end of the hallway from mine. This time the two of us being downstairs, with our own patio access out into the backyard pool and hot-tub area. It was the ideal situation for everyone all the way around. The only downside to any of this was, having to put my plans temporarily on hold for the moment as the flurry of activity, packing up, getting ready to move into the new place, took most of everyone's attention and time. In a strange way, I was actually glad for the change. Not that there were any ghosts of the past hanging around or anything, but it was a new beginning for us, and one that I was anxiously looking forward to, not to mention once again pursuing what I hoped would be an even better, more intimate situation for all of us. It was the roll top desk and the still hidden manila file folder with the pictures in it that once again opened the door to possibilities. We had pretty much gotten all settled in by the end of the week, only a few odds and ends to be seen too, one of which was unpacking and rearranging my room just a bit. Mom had planned on helping me sort through things and getting situated before I had to head off to my own part-time job later that afternoon. I figured it was time to reveal the contents of the envelope, and let her be aware of them, though Danny and I had already discussed doing it this way, and not letting on that we'd already found them so many weeks ago now. I had purposely saved organizing the desk for last, waiting for mom to come in and begin helping me, where together hopefully...we'd discover the photo's. I wasn't too terribly worried about her reactions at this point, regarding the physical contents anyway, we'd already shared and discussed the fact that she and dad had had intimate, close relations with Steven and Jackie over the course of the years. The only real concern I had, was whether or not it would cause mom grief...seeing them remembering them in a sad way, as opposed to the erotic, sensual images in the way that I saw them. "Well, you've made pretty good progress," mom said coming into my room. "You sure you still need my help?" I had purposely pulled the desk out away from the wall, only two possible options for it to actually work. "Well I certainly do with moving this around," I informed her. "Not quite sure where it will look and work the best though," I said standing back looking...trying to decide. "I think over in the alcove, facing that way," mom suggested. "You'll be a lot closer to the window for one thing, so you can still look out while you're studying." I agreed with her of course, which I'd already decided on earlier. And earlier, in anticipation of having to push the large heavy oak desk into place, I'd already removed several of the drawers, making it somewhat lighter. It was then that I removed the last two drawers, including the one with the envelope securely taped beneath it. Pulling it out, I held it up as though to carry it and place it off to one side. Sure enough, mom saw the manila envelope hidden beneath it. "Wait...Cynthia, what's that? There's something stuck," she questioned walking over as I turned the drawer over, and quickly pulled off the envelope. "How strange," I said, peeling off the tape, and then undoing the clasp...already reaching in as I think realization suddenly started to dawn on her. But it was already too late. "Cyn..." "Wow...mom!" I glanced up at her grinning. "Would you look at these!" I said excitedly. Before she could even respond, I had dumped out the entire contents onto my bed, already spreading out the provocative photos. "Ohh, this one's naughty hot!" I exclaimed, holding it up, looking at it. It was the one of Jackie and mom, cum-covered tits pressing up against one another. Resigned, mom came over sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me, glancing at it now as well. "Well, I guess you pretty much knew anyway," she stated simply. "And here's the proof...obviously. Always wondered where your father had put these for safe-keeping. I guess now I know." She smiled though, now holding onto the photo, looking at it. "Yes...I guess it is, isn't it?" She chuckled only slightly embarrassed, remembering. "Yeah, too bad the boys aren't home. I'd be willing to bet we could talk them into doing this for us!" I teased. "Yeah right," she said now thumbing through some of the others. "That'll be the day." "Oh, and this one...this one is DAMN sexy mother. I love this one! Look at you two, looking back over your shoulders winking at the camera." "That's not all that's winking!" Mom laughed looking at the image, her pussy and Jackie's openly on display, their neither lips looking puffy and swollen, even in black and white. "God do I remember that night well!" She added to that. "That was the night...the first night, that she and I actually ate one another out." "Ooh, do tell!" I said staring at the photo again, and then spotting the one showing them actually doing that. "Is this then?" I asked. Mom smiled, nodding her head. "Yes it was. Amazing what a little girl-girl action can do to a man. Both men..." she chuckled. Your father, and Steven too, came several times that night. Just about the time they thought they were done for, Jackie and I would do something to one another again, and low and behold...they'd both end up standing there with stiff hard cocks, almost as though they were teenagers again or something. I don't think I have had that many orgasms in one night...either before, or since then." "Hey...let's do something," I exclaimed hopping off the bed, already pulling the tee shirt I had on up and over my head. "Cynthia?!" Mom questioned dramatically, wondering what I was up to. "Nothing major," I challenged. "But look how hot that is, how hot you two look. I want to see what you and I look like, posing the exact same way!" Mom shook her head no. "Ah come on mom...please? Lets' look, let's see what we look like together!" I was already crawling up onto the bed again, naked now, with my pussy facing towards her in all it's hot-naughty glory. "Please?" I pleaded once again, and then delighted when mom stood, and began unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. "I can't believe the wickedly naughty things you convince me into doing with you," she stated, as I giggled excitedly, once again jumping off the bed in order to fetch my digital camera. I can set it up right over here, it should be at just about the perfect height and distance as this one," I said one again examining the old photo, readjusting things just slightly, before jumping back up onto the bed again. I had the small little remote in my hand that would tell the camera when we were ready to take the picture as mom made one last effort in going against this. Or rather against anything else happening. A New Beginning He grabbed me while I was walking down the dark street after my shift from work. It was a damp night and fog was swirling around my feet, treating them the way a cat would when he's looking for affection. It was quiet, too quiet. So I was looking ahead focusing on the stop sign and straining to hear anything out of the ordinary that might let me know if I was in danger, but there was nothing. One minute I could see the red of the sign and the next everything was black. I awoke assuming that it had all been a dream but then as I felt the pain radiate through my head I realized that it had all been so real. The bed I was placed on was extremely soft and not at all what I would have been expecting to lay on had I ever thought about being kidnapped before. Opening my eyes was strenuous task but once they were open I had no desire to close them again. The room surrounding me was gorgeous, a real dream, a chandelier hung directly over the four poster bed making it seem as if a million little twinkling stars resided there. Beside the bed stood two matching mahogany night tables and in the corner a matching armoire and full length mirror. In the other corner was a large overstuffed chair and in between normally where the door would have been was a very large fireplace and mantle. The floor was a dark rich very old looking hardwood and on it was a very thick rug made of burgundies and gold's that matched all of the bedding that currently surrounded me. The only door in the room was on the same wall as the bed and there were no windows in the room, which actually was not a surprise as the room had the feel of a medieval castle versus a new age modern condo. I slowly rose from the bed, noticing that the only thing that hurt was my head and I assumed that I had been knocked out and just brought here. As I walked across the thick lush carpet I noticed that I was not wearing my own clothes but in fact a very cute pajama set made up of a small pair of shorts and a tank. The kidnapper whoever he was certainly took enough time to make sure I was comfortable while I slept. Grabbing the door handle I found that it was not locked, but instead of walking through into hallway or another means of escaping which I hadn't even thought through yet I happened upon a large washroom. A very classy washroom in fact where in the middle stood a shower surrounded in glass on one side was a small sectioned off area where the toilet sat and a large vanity, on the other side was a tub that could hold a small party. Laying on the vanity was new toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and a change of clothes including a very dainty pair of slippers. I felt so relieved that I was able to clean myself up, and even that my kidnapper wanted to allow me to do so as well, which made me wonder why I had been taken in the first place. I turned the shower on and stepped into the hot water, closing my eyes I allowed the water to gently massage my head, easing any remaining headache that tried to linger. I scrubbed my body washing away the disgust that came with the thought of someone unknown touching me while unconscious. As the hot water began to fade I turned off the shower and grabbed the big fluffy black towel off a stool that had mysteriously appeared beside the shower. Dried off and ready to dress I began to look at the clothes that has been laid out for me to put on. A very small pair of lace brazilin cut thong sat there with a matching bra, beneath it a beautiful sheer black gown. As I pulled the gown on I noticed that it was a perfect fit. It was also a perfect style, empire waist but done up so I looked like a Grecian goddess. I felt as if I didn't deserve the dress that had been laid out for me it was too beautiful for words, my chocolate colored hair that fell in waves around the shoulders stood out as it always had but made me feel like it was good enough to be paired with the dress, as I put on the small dainty slippers I noticed that a large jeweled barrette that matched some of the embroidery on the dress sat on the counter. I pulled some of the hair back from my face and pinned it at the back, I also applied a small amount of clay eye shadow and mascara to my eyes and a dab of clear gloss to my lips. For a few minutes I had forgotten that I had been kidnapped and not just been allowed to be a princess for a day. As the memory of being kidnapped once again resumed in my mind I almost thought of ripping off the dress and breaking down, but instead I thought that maybe if I played along with the kidnapper whoever he was that I would have a better chance of escaping. So with the thought of that ringing through my head I walked out the door head held high. But to my surprise I didn't find the maniac I expected to be standing there but in fact something else all together. My brain couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. This just wasn't right. The man standing right in front of me definitely wasn't what I would envision a kidnapper to look like. In fact the bronzed skin god standing in front of me looked more like an underwear model than anything else. I blinked several times before my eyes really adjusted to the sight before me. Relaxing in the arm chair in the corner was a man who was very tanned with chocolaty brown hair and golden eyes. Wearing an impeccably fine suit. As he noticed that I entered the room he unfolded himself from the chair very smoothly. And glided himself over to me with a very predatory look in his eye. Stuck to the spot I couldn't move as he approached me, whether it was shock or pure joy that a man like that was looking at me like I was the juiciest piece of meat and he was the hungry jaguar I'll never know. But at that moment nothing could have moved me from that spot as he came nearer. Suddenly he was looming in front of me all six or more feet of him and he smelled delicious. A smirk appeared on his face as he gently lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. At that moment a wave of electricity poured through my body and spots danced before my eyes. When he let go of my hand I felt empty, like I needed to touch him again. He never spoke during this moment instead he cocked his head and looked at me like he didn't understand the emotion that flashed so obviously on my face. Casually he placed his hand on my elbow causing another rush of electricity to happen and he guided me with him towards the mirror. Slowly and very surprisingly to me he walked us both through the mirror. Unfortunately my mind had gone into shock at that moment as I realized that either I was stuck in a dream or something very freaky was going on right now. ________________________________________ She was in the room next door and the subconscious pull I felt earlier as she walked past the portal to my world was still there lingering. I wasn't sure what I had done to the human when I hit her on the head and brought her back to my chambers, I simply don't understand the way they work. I conjured some appropriate sleeping attire for her and began to change her as she slumbered. The skin on her body opalescent to me, light where I am dark, her hair a shimmery brown spread around her shoulders like a dark moonlight sea. I did not look as I preformed this task, a reaction that was normally vacant for of the dark princes of the unseelie court. My role was to destroy women, make them beg for my touch and then discard them as my power ate away at their soul and essence, but this human was different. I left then unsure of the situation but fully aware of the human in the next room. She began to stir shortly afterwards again I was pulled towards her. I watched through the mirror as she awoke, taking in the sights around her, she seemed perplexed but not afraid. As she explored her surroundings I thought of the repercussions of stealing a human off the streets, which was simply against our way, most slaves were those who had given themselves willingly. The logical answer would be to deposit her back onto the street that I had stolen her from but my mind objected to that. I looked back through the mirror and realized that she had disappeared from my view. I stepped through the mirror and strode across the room to the doorway and peered inside. She had her back to me, fully naked she stood her body petite with the perfect figure. She was washing her hair and the soap was trailing down her back a surge of passion engulfed me as I watched this fragile being in the shower. I walked over and placed a towel on the stool for her keeping my eyes directed at this creature the whole time. As she began to wash her body I left and walked into the bedroom knowing that I was close to attacking her. I settled into the arm chair and waited for her to finish up what she was doing in the washroom. She walked out a time later, her eyes scanning the room for me. When she locked on I felt a very primal urge thrust through me, I unfolded myself from the chair and began my trek over to her. Gliding across the room I couldn't help but feel the fear that seeped from her the scent intoxicating to the predator lurking inside of me. She was frozen to the spot and did not run like I expected her to; instead she made eye contact with me which was unusual. I slowly lifted her hand and placed my lips to it, her body convulsed then. Moaning in pleasure as she climaxed from my touch her body shook and her head rolled back. I slowly let her hand down to let the orgasm work its way out from her body so that she may recover. She looked at me then with shocked eyes. I tilted my head not sure of what to make of this moment, most humans usually melted at the initial touch or begged for more as they ripped their clothes off. Instead she still stood there dressed in the magnificent gown I had left for her. So I slowly and gently touched her elbow and again felt her body shiver in anticipation as I guided her towards the mirror I had made my arrival in. And slowly through it. We reached my bed chambers just in time for her next orgasm to rack through her body. Still she just stood there; no begging was heard by me only moans and gasps of pleasure as the contact from my hand on her elbow caused her body to course through multiple orgasms in a row. Slowly I gently lifted her to my bed and laid her down, her body repeatedly convulsing by my touch. Unsure of what to make of this reaction I took my hands from her and allowed her to finish. Instead of the reaction I still expected next she just sat and looked at me quizzically before a string of uncomprehendable words flew out of her perfectly shaped mouth. She flew up and was again silent as she studied me before sitting back down on the bed again. ____________________________________ I felt it, the most pleasure I've ever had to date, and all from an insignificant touch to my elbow. He gently picked me up and placed me on the bed, a move that felt so wrong from the look in his eyes and the feel of his arousal laying across my stomach. I barely acknowledged that he had let go of me until the orgasm stopped. Unfortunately a string of curse words made their way from my mouth as I just realized that the best orgasm I might ever experience came from someone who had just kidnapped me or a fantasy conjured up by me while in an obvious coma from the blow I took to my head while walking home. I looked up to see him staring at me again with that puzzled look on his face and I felt all emotion drain from me. My body was on full defense because this man in front of me was not the curious god I had glimpsed moments before I slipped through a mirror, but rather a gorgeous man with a very ravenous and uncontrolled look in his eyes. And to boot he was completely naked. Unfortunately now so was I. ________________________________________ I had willed her clothes away, a desire coming upon me like nothing I had felt before. The need for sex was never one of desire for me before but rather a way to survive, sustenance to live from. But this, this felt different, my body screamed to be on her, in her, part of her. I pushed her to the bed, feeling her fighting me and the orgasm at the same time. My hand covered her mouth as she tried to scream out and I flipped her to her stomach as I pushed against her from behind. I could feel her teeth grabbing at the flesh of my fingers as I continued to push my arousal at her opening. I could feel it, hot and wet from the orgasm she just had. The flesh spread for me like melted butter as I pushed into her, the spot betraying the rest of body as she fought against me. She moaned hard and loud as I invaded the tightest wet and hot space I had ever felt. I knew she was a virgin the moment I forced through the layer of skin that hid inside this passage. She screamed then from pain rather than pleasure. I continued fucking her hard and fast, rough as she screamed and begged for me to stop through my hand. The thrill of this keeping me hard as a human fought me for the first time. I could feel her body convulsing over and over again as she fought while orgasming. I felt my body coming to climax and I knew there was no chance I would be pulling out. The desire to spread my seed in to this hot cunt was overwhelming. I pushed deeper and thrust harder as I reached the final moment, and with one rough thrust I filled her completely one last time as I shot into her. I felt her body seize up at that final moment at climax to meet mine, she screamed in pleasure and she thrust her backside up into me at the same moment. A pleasure and an unknown feeling filling me so completely that I blacked out the minute I finished climaxing. ________________________________________ One moment I was staring at this man, the next I was on my stomach with a hand over my mouth, my hands beneath me and the giant cock I had just seen pushing at my entrance. I screamed through his hand and bit at his fingers as my brain realized what was going on. My body was convulsing again from his very touch and I knew my pussy would be beckoning for him to invade it. I continued to scream and fight him when I felt him enter me; my body spasmed then a loud moan escaped my lips and my whole body wracked with pleasure. I came to my senses again when I felt pain through my abdomen. He had torn through me, discovering my secret. I felt humiliated and ashamed then that this man, this rapist had taken from me something so special. I continued to fight him biting his fingers and screaming between the moans and gasps of pleasure that betrayed me. I felt so extremely full and my pain turned into pleasure. He started to thrust harder and faster, pushing into me with so much pressure I felt I would burst. Finally I felt him tighten up, his balls harder against me then before and as he thrust into me one last time harder than ever before my body matched his and I gushed and impaled myself back onto his cock willingly, wanting to continue and not stop. My mind shut down then as the most extreme climax took over my mind and body. ________________________________________ I woke before her. She looked so peaceful when she slept. My cock tingled as I became aroused again at the sight of her. She was naked on her stomach legs spread wide, her juices soaking the bed beneath her. Her wet pussy beckoned for more and I felt no urge to resist it. I gently flipped her on her back and willed up a series of scarves. Slowly I bound her hands and feet to the posts of the bed. A scarf in her mouth to keep her from crying out. I lowered my head to her pussy. I flicked my tongue around until I found the sweet spot that would drive her crazy. I sucked on it until I felt her stir beneath me. I felt her body go rigid when she discovered what was going on. Her folds already glistening with a combination of my saliva and her juices. Slowly I slid my tongue back and forth over her opening, darting in and out every time I passed it. Finally I thrust my tongue in and felt her buck to push me out. Although she was fighting me I could feel her body becoming more aroused, she was seeping juices from the hole every time I darted my tongue in and out. Finally I went back to the nub and lightly bit on it while I inserted one finger into her. Her body bucked violently and she gasped when I pushed it in all the way. I began to stroke the inside of her vaginal walls with the one finger while she thrashed on the bed under my mouth. Slowly I pushed in another finger and she began spasming wildly as I stroked a sweet spot inside of her. When I entered the third finger she began to pant and her body went wild as I pushed against the spot and rubbed circles I bit lightly on her clit. She lost all control again cumming hard and violently over and over, I lifted myself up and shoved my cock into her, her spasming walls squeezing and milking my cock over and over again until I hit climax with her. ________________________________________ I awoke to the feeling of something hot and wet on my pussy. My hands were tied and I liked it. I kept sliding in and out of consciousness and I bucked violently and screamed with every orgasm he brought me to. I knew that the only way to make him bring me to that final climax again was to fight it. I couldn't even think anymore. Finally he shoved himself into me. My hot tight cunt milking the semen from him again. I spit the scarf from my mouth as I screamed in pleasure before I lost consciousness again. Over the course of the night I faded in and out, the scarves that held me in place had disappeared, I was now dressed in the same pajama set I had worn earlier and the smell of sex was so fragrant. When I awoke I noticed that the room had a window and a door. I was able to escape. Instead I lay my head back down on the pillow and snuggled into the man beside me. My kidnapper who had fucked me just right. ________________________________________ I felt her wake up. I know she saw the door and the window. Instead of leaving she laid her head down on the pillow and snuggled back up against me. I was ready as my cock pounded into her ass. A New Beginning The sun rose over Ontario, bathing Canada's most populous Province with its pale light. I rose with the sun, as I always did. It's a habit I had since my days in Florida. I grew up in the Little Haiti area of metropolitan Miami, the son of proud Haitian immigrants David and Marie Saintil, a corrections officer and a cab driver, respectively. My name is Jacques Jerome Saintil, by the way. A year ago I moved to the City of Toronto, Ontario, armed with my bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from FAMU, which stands for Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University. I couldn't find any work in Miami and I always wanted to live in Canada. The country has fascinated me ever since my first visit in the summer of 2007, right after I graduated from high school. More than half a decade later, I am in the City of Toronto, the biggest metropolitan area in Canada, and I'm studying for my Law degree at the University of Toronto. It's been a tough week at school, exams and all, but I'm dealing. Life isn't easy for newcomers in Canada, even if you're an American. The media would have you believe that Americans and Canadians are the best of friends, until the hockey games start, of course. It hasn't been a bed of roses for me. Getting into the University of Toronto's School of Law wasn't easy. It's by far the most racially diverse school in Canada, with tons of African, Arab, Chinese, Indian and Aboriginal students on campus. Still, I miss my alma mater, FAMU. The best HBCU out there. Um, HBCU stands for historically Black college or university. We have a ton of them in the U.S. They were created in the days when white people prevented Black folks from having equal access to higher education, so we built our own schools. I'd like to think the African-American community and indeed the rest of America have come a long way since then. A black man got elected President of the United States of America in 2008. I like Barack Obama, but I really don't approve of how he basically bowed to the Arabs on September 11, 2012, after they attacked our embassies in Egypt and Libya, and killed several American diplomats, because of something the American public and our government didn't even condone. Obama should have punished those who murdered the American ambassadors, not apologized to the Arabs for the American principles of free speech and religious freedom. That's just my two cents. I don't like Mitt Romney but I can't imagine a guy like him bowing down to the Arabs after they've launched unprovoked attacks on our people. It is simply not his style. Barack Obama on the other hand seems incapable of standing up to anyone from the Middle East. I'm honestly starting to think there's something wrong with the guy, for real. Why bow down to people who what America stands for? We stand for democracy, religious freedom, capitalism, racial equality ( though it's a work in progress) and women's rights. If you don't like it, kiss our collective asses, thank you very much. I get up from my bed, taking great care not to wake up its other occupant. I look at Anneke Dover as she sleeps. That's my lady. Gently I run my hand through her short, spiky blonde hair. God she's beautiful. Wearing my old FAMU football T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, she looks better than any supermodel I've ever seen. She moves in her sleep, and I smile as I gaze at her rear end. My lady has the best booty I've seen on a white gal since the legendary Coco, Hollywood actor Ice-T's wife. Born in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec, to a German father and English mother, she's a newcomer to Toronto just like me. It's been a year since she came into my life. I was walking around suburban Mississauga, trying to catch a bus back to downtown Toronto. I'd only been in Canada for a few weeks and I didn't know jack about transit in the City of Toronto and its environs. I was getting seriously frustrated walking around Mississauga, and quickly found out that Canadians weren't as polite and friendly as most of us Americans think they are. A chubby red-haired white guy who had a "I love Mississauga" T-shirt on him dared to look me in the eye and he told me with a smile that he wasn't sure where the bus station was. I looked the little ginger moron up and down, and sneered derisively. Whatever, I said as I walked away. The next person I asked proved to be a bit more helpful. I wandered through the streets of Mississauga and finally stopped at this park. The only helpful person I talked to since the crimson-headed idiot was a Hispanic guy, who genuinely didn't speak English. He didn't speak Spanish either, hailing from Brazil where they speak a dialect of Portuguese. Growing up in Miami I knew some Spanish, but it proved useless in conversation with a Portuguese speaker. I sat in the park, wishing my iPhone had GSP in it. I was still with T-Mobile's pay-as-you-go plan at that point. I sat there, looking at the darkening sky as people walked by, wondering how in hell I was going to get back to the U of T campus. Finally, someone came walking by. A tall, good-looking and somewhat curvy Caucasian gal with an impressive butt. She walked by clad in a red tank top and blue biker shorts, and she was accompanied by a big Doberman with oversized balls. Gulp. I looked at her and smiled. The dog shot me a look. I held his gaze. Surprisingly, the animal walked up to me and started licking my hand. The Doberman's owner seemed puzzled, and told me that "Monster" really didn't like most people he met when she walked him. I smiled and patted the dog's head, wondering aloud how someone could name such a beautiful animal Monster. The lady grinned and told me that her brother Hans owned the dog, not her. Hmm. Makes sense. Guys prefer large-breed dogs far more than women did. I had a female pit bull named Marquise in Florida. I left her with my parents when I moved to Ontario. The lady smiled after I shared this, noted my accent and asked me whether I came from the States. Grinning, I introduced myself and told her I was a proud son of the South, most specifically Florida, born and bred. She seemed really surprised to meet an American in the flesh, and introduced herself. Anneke. She came from Quebec. I had no idea where that was but I smiled politely. I asked her if she knew where the bus stop was. Smiling, she told me to follow her, apparently she was heading to the pet food place near the station anyway. I smiled at her and thanked her for her kindness. We walked for a good twenty minutes together, and I learned a bit about her. She was French-Canadian. I assumed she was a French immigrant and she laughed, telling me that there were lots of French people who had been in Canada for centuries. Hmmm. I didn't know that. She shook her head and told me I had a lot to learn about Canada. I definitely did. Anneke led the way and soon we came within view of the station, which looked busier than I thought it would. Mississauga looks like a small town compared to the rest of Toronto. Having arrived at my destination, I thanked Anneke for her kindness, and patted Monster's head. The Doberman licked my hand once again. This seemed to impress Anneke, and she surprised me by giving me a brief hug before wishing me good luck and walking away. I stood there, mesmerized. What a woman! She had to be at least five-foot-eleven, thick and sexy, but fit, and with a lovely face, really nice hair and a fantastic ass. Had I known they had women like that in Canada I would have moved here a long time ago. I walked to the bus with a big grin on my face. Damn. How was your day? Mine was fantastic. I got to my dorm safely, and thought about Anneke. I didn't have her last name and even an exotic-sounding name like hers returned too many hits on Facebook. I stopped browsing after the fiftieth. Just my luck. I meet a really gorgeous lady, don't get her number or her last name, and I start looking for her. I'm a bloody genius. As in not. As luck would have it, I would run into Anneke at the University of Toronto. Wow. I was walking through the library one morning when I saw a familiar-looking, um, ass. A lady had bent down to tie her shoe laces and I just happened to be walking by. I noticed the great height, the impressive curvy but fit physique, the short blonde hair and ample derriere. Could it be? Oh yes it was. I grinned and walked up to the mystery lady, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Small world, I thought to myself as I shook her hand. Anneke seemed really surprised to see me. I showed her my student ID, and she grinned, wishing me a warm welcome to U of T. We stood there and talked for a bit. She was in her fourth year of undergraduate studies in civil engineering. I've always been impressed with people with study certain fields, like medicine, mathematics and civil engineering. I'm in Law school and it's not a cakewalk but it's all academic stuff rather than hands-on stuff like engineering and medicine. I shared that with Anneke and she proudly told me she always had a head for numbers. Apparently her father, Gunther, was an engineer. Nice. She never knew her mother, Chantal, who died giving birth to her. My dad works for the City of Miami Department of Corrections and my mother is the manager of a small cab company. Anneke and I were all smiles as we talked, and people walking by in the library looked at us because, well, we're a tall black guy and a tall blonde white woman, and I wasn't phased by it. She looked at her watch, and was about to say she had to go when I whipped out my phone. I flashed her a confident smile and asked her for her digits. To thank her properly for helping me out, I said. She locked eyes with me for a moment, and I held my breath. She nodded, and told me her number. I smiled and happily punched it into my phone. She smiled, and told me she really had to go. Brief hug, which I found a bit awkward, but honestly didn't mind. I watched her go. Damn. Is it me or is her butt keeps getting better and better? I sent Anneke a text right away, for two reasons. One, I don't believe in waiting too long to get in touch with a lady I find interesting. Second, a lot of chicks who seem interested in you still give you fake numbers so you got to make sure. Don't count your chickens before they hatch, you know? I smiled when I got a text back from Anneke, saying that I had to get rid of my American cellphone immediately. When I asked why, she told me she knew a place where I could get a Canadian cellphone for a good deal. Hmmm. And where might this place be? The Wilfred Eaton Center, came her answer. Apparently she worked there as a sales associate for the Canadian cellphone company Bell Canada. Hmmm. Sounds good to me. I ended up meeting her at the Wilfred Eaton Mall, where I got myself a brand new iPhone and ended up grabbing a bite with her during her lunch hour. Sitting across from her inside the crowded food court, eating some delicious Chinese food from Manchu Wok, I felt almost giddy. It's been a while since I met a lady I felt excited about, or should I say since I allowed myself to feel excited by a lady. My last relationship didn't end well. Well, if a relationship was good, it wouldn't end, right? Sorry to sound a bit redundant. I'll keep this brief. In my senior year at FAMU, I met this tall, beautiful sister named Lynne Anne Cortez. A tall, beautiful young woman from New Orleans, Louisiana. Born of a Haitian mother and Mexican-American father. I have always liked tall ladies with booties and Lynne Anne was everything the doctor ordered. I pursued her doggedly, and finally she relented and agreed to go out with me. We had a whirlwind romance, becoming one of the most well-known couples on campus. I was still playing in the running back position for the FAMU varsity football team, and even though NCAA glory eluded us, some of the guys hoped to make it to the NFL. As did I. Guess who came calling after I helped FAMU cream Savannah State University? None other than one of the NFL's most famous scouts, former NFL player Douglas Howard Connelly. The man who did for the Dallas Cowboys and Cincinnati Bengals what Michael Jordan did for the Chicago Bulls, back in the day. I had the world on a string, ladies and gentlemen. I was on top of the world at the time. I had a wonderful girlfriend, I was graduating with honors in the Criminal Justice program at FAMU and I was one of NCAA football's top guys. Unfortunately, like all good things, it came to an abrupt end. I got injured. Nothing permanent, just enough to make the team put me on the injured list, and the NFL dreams vanished. When they did, so did Lynne Anne Cortez. She dumped me for Troy Wynters, the blond-haired white dude who became first-string running back after I got cut from FAMU. Last I heard, he not only made it to the NFL Draft, but he was playing for the New England Patriots, side by side with Tom Brady, a man I always admired. Oh, and Lynne Anne Cortez is his fiancée. Isn't that nice? I guess that Kanye song was right. She's not messing with any broke brothers like me. She traded up. I guess she was a gold digger after all. Or maybe some of you reading this might be foolish enough to think it's true love between her and Troy. Whatever. Sorry if I sound bitter. Anneke's voice snapped me out of my reverie, summoning me from my dark thoughts, back to the present. Smiling coyly she asked me where my mind just wandered. I took a deep breath, and told her that I was just enjoying the present moment with her. She smiled politely, the kind of smile you reserve for someone you know is bullshitting you but you don't want to call them on it. Yet. Later, I would share with Anneke my tale of woe featuring the treacherous Lynne Anne Cortez and Troy Wynters starring as my own personal Delilah and Judas Iscariot, respectively. But not now. Anneke and I were just getting to know each other. And I did want to get to know her. My instincts proved to be right, for once. The woman I met seemingly at random was nothing short of amazing. Anneke was lively, vivacious and open-minded. More so than I would have thought. She even spoke some Haitian creole, if you can believe that. I was really surprised to be having dinner with a white lady who spoke Haitian creole and Anneke smilingly told me that she grew up around Haitians in the environs of Laval, near metropolitan Montreal. I was impressed! Now I definitely wanted to know this Montreal she spoke so fondly of. Anneke gently touched my hand and told me she'd be my guide. I smiled and told her I'd like that very much. I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine. Neither of us said anything for a long moment. There was nothing to be said. I've always believed that people choose their own destinies but after meeting Anneke the way I did, I'm honestly starting to believe in fate. After concluding lunch, we shared a brief hug and I told her I wanted to see her again. She smiled and told me she'd like that. This time, before I left, I gently kissed her on the cheek. I'm not as connected to my Haitian heritage as I'd like to be. I barely speak Haitian creole and all, but a kiss on the cheek is the traditional way us Haitians say both hello and goodbye to one another. Anneke didn't seem to mind. She touched my chest and nodded, then said goodbye before walking away. That night, as I lay in my bed, I thought about the events of the day. I was smiling from ear to ear. I decided to call Anneke, and this time, I got the balls to officially ask her out. She said yes, and that's how it all began. The relationship destined to change my life forever. Anneke and I started dating, and she is one of the most wonderful people I know. Ours is a passionate relationship, but we get along in and out of the bedroom. I've got no complaints. Like everybody else, we have our ups and downs but that's normal. I cherish my lady and I'm thankful to God that she came into my life. We live together now. I've decided to stay in Canada to be with her. I met her father Gunther Dover and her brother Hans. They're both nice guys, actually. I was worried about nothing. I did worry about meeting them because, hey, I'm a black guy dating the treasured lady of their house. Next Christmas, we're going to Florida so she can officially meet my parents. They've already spoken through Skype, and she took a liking to my mutt Marquise, but it's not the same thing as a face to face meeting. Yeah, we're both looking forward to it. Wish us luck, ladies and gentlemen. Good day and God bless. A New Beginning In late part of November I found a new beginning for myself in a sleepy Arkansas town. I had just gotten out of the military, was working with a new band that had just gotten started and was recently (I say recently, but it was more like half a year) single. I was really doubting a lot about myself and was suffering not just musically, but psychologically as well. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jacob Schwartz and I am a 25 year old former US Marine. I know there is no such thing as a former Marine, but for the sake of the story and to help me explain myself a bit better I use that term. After separating from the Marine Corps I had found work during the day at a factory not far from my small house in central Arkansas and had a night gig as a guitarist for a band here in town. We all got along well and we wrote a few small hits that were known locally. I had heard a kid humming and mumbling the lyrics to one of our songs recently in a coffee shop and smiled. Shortly there after I got hit with the biggest bombshell in my life. Nothing could have prepared me for Julie leaving me. Nothing. I had spent all my savings on building a life with her and it tore me apart. I had moved to central Arkansas just so we could be together. When I found out it was for another man, it killed me inside. I couldn't write anymore. For a guitarist that's a big loss. Losing my creativity killed me. I had no idea what to do next. One night after a band practice our drummer introduced me to Mallorie. She was alright. Smart, cute, had a dry sense of humor that takes a while to get used to, and she had just moved into town and was staying with family of hers. She really wanted to get out from under her aunt and uncle so I offered to let her use the spare bedroom in my house. Our drummer (Steve) seemed to like the idea but Mallorie seemed hesitant. After all, she had just met me. After some reassurance from Steve and Jeff (our Bassist) she decided to take me up on the offer. The first few nights were slow and easy. No flirting or anything and it was almost professional our relationship. We didn't hit on one another, the small talk was almost like something one would expect at an office water fountain instead of a home. I didn't view her as a woman as I had just lost the "Love of my life" to some scumbag that I didn't even know. I knew I would recover eventually and that I would be out looking for someone to fill the void in my life but I just didn't know if I was ready or not. In early August we landed a gig at a local fairground and we did fairly well. We had the crowd standing after the show and we all considered it to be a success. That being said, one of the guys pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong. They knew I was suffering and so did I. Mallorie was waiting off a ways so I smiled and faked myself into believing that it was all okay. I told them that I just didn't seem to have the same creativity and that it would all come back to me soon, but for now I just didn't know what to do musically but that it would be over soon and I would be back to my old strange quirky self soon enough. Mallorie was smiling ear to ear as I walked off with my gear on my little tug along cart. My amps, part of my stack, and my guitar in its gig bag on my back. "Hey Jake, great show tonight... You know I never heard you guys before. I really liked it!" "Thanks, I really need to write some new stuff though." I replied, "We can't live off of the old stuff forever and the band will get annoyed at me soon enough if I don't give them some new riffs to work with." To this she smacked me on the back of the head and said that I just needed to calm down. We loaded up the gear onto the truck and headed out to the local coffee shop. I got my usual, black with a handful of sugar packets. I bought her a frappe and we went on home. I usually sit there and hang out with the band after a show but tonight I was tired and worn out and just wanted to sleep. Truth be told I had lost my love for being in the band and did this more as a way to act like I was okay. I was in a bad spot and needed help but didn't know where to turn to get it... Mallorie must have sensed something was wrong and when we got in the house she wouldn't even let me go to my room to put my stuff away without stopping me to ask what was up. "Jake, I haven't seen you like this before. What's bugging you?" She said, her face full of concern. "Nothing, why does everyone ask that?" "Maybe because you show it on your face all too clearly... You don't look like nothing is wrong, you look like someone kicked your puppy and ran off with your woman!" She stated. There it was... The one thing that drove me over the edge. I noticed the tears falling into my hands before I even knew I was sobbing. I had held back all these months all the pain and suffering about Julie leaving me right after I got out of the military. She had been the one stable thing in my life for the entire enlistment and she left me because she knew I was going to find out about her and her new love. "Jake, what is it? What's wrong talk to me." I felt her hands but it didn't register that she had taken my coffee and had started hugging me until I heard her voice again. "Jake, tell me... What is it?" "Julie... She left me with nothing... I gave her four years of my life and she left me for some scumbag... I don't even know what to think anymore, I can't write, I can't play half the damn songs I already know." I was sobbing hard and held onto her like my life depended on it. At that point it did. I really needed someone stronger than me at that point to keep me from becoming a total recluse. "Jakey, it will be okay. Let it out..." She said... She held me there as I fell to my knees and rocked in her arms crying like a girl like I had nothing left. "It's alright, it's gonna be alright hun..." I could her the softness of her voice and smell her hair, she had used a coconut and vanilla bean shampoo... I loved the smell. I don't know why, but right then that's all that mattered to me. That someone with a touch that only a female could have to soothe someone who was hurting was there. "Mallorie I wanna go to bed... I need to be up for work in the morning and you have that interview early in the day so let's call it a night... Thank you though, I don't know what I would do without you here." There had been some other small chat but it was mostly my rambling before I was able to convince myself it was time for bed. I awoke the next day with the first sense of reality around me in a long time... I was a single man who was giving someone else who was living me my spare room for free. Normally that would be unheard of. I had let someone stay with me rent free for the past few months and hadn't even thought about it. No wonder I was broke. I had every intention of telling Mallorie she needed to help out with rent when I walked out to the kitchen that morning until I saw her and took a minute to examine her. Here was this woman who had brown hair, dark full brown her down just past her shoulders and pair of pj's in my kitchen. She was maybe 5'4 not too much taller if so... She had full hips, a gorgeous smile, a little button nose that perked up a bit when she smiled. Then I saw her chest... I immediately stopped thinking with all reason and logic and the male in me took over... This woman was never paying rent as long as she lived with me. She had the greatest set of D Cup tits I had ever laid my eyes on. "So uhm, what's for breakfast?" I asked in a kind of daze. "Eggs okay?" She had replied quickly. "Yeah..." I had no control over my usual professional and militaristic self at this point. We ate our breakfast and at this point I was almost blatantly staring at her chest... I had a hardon that was going no where anytime soon. "Jake... Is there something on my shirt that I'm unaware of?" There it was, she had caught me... "No! Sorry, I shouldn't have been staring, I just..." I trailed off and she finished the sentence. "First time you really checked me out?" She smiled and I knew I was toast. "It's okay. I know. I have a great rack, you want to use them as bongos, you want to play with them, you want to go motorboating... Don't worry I've heard them all." She was making fun of me and picking on me. "Sorry haha, I hadn't really paid any attention to you like that until this morning. Last night was kind of new to me. I hadn't let go of my ex really so it helped and now I'm having a hard time not staring. Sorry I don't mean to stare and all that. I'll stop." I was blushing, I was embarrassed, mostly though I was hard. "It's okay. First bit of attention I've had from you so far. I was wondering if you were gay or something there for a while. Not many men can stop staring at my chest long enough to hold a conversation. I had almost given up hope..." She stopped immediately and went to get more coffee. "What!? Given up hope on what?" I asked genuinely interested at this point. "Let it go Jake. No need to talk about that right now... Especially after all that you've been through the past few months. You need someone to be supportive and not be in your face about anything. What time do you have to be at work?" She cut off the topic quickly but I had no plans on relenting. I had just heard something hopeful in our convo. "No way! Not fair, cheating, not cool!!!" She shrugged her head and rolled her eyes at me at this statement. "You are not getting out of this house until you tell me what you were going to say!" "That so? Okay fine, I was going to tell you that I was giving up hope that you were going to ask me out or something. After all I have been staying here how long now, always trying to put on a bit of a show. God you men can be so blind at times..." She seemed upset that I had pushed the issue so far. "Offer still on the table?" I asked in my most professional "Business man" impersonation. "This offer has expired but we can counter offer with a minimum of three dates a week until further notice if you are still interested in taking this brunette anywhere. Coffee doesn't count as I can provide that for myself and this client of yours is not interested in Chucky Cheese or McDonalds. You'll have to play hardball to interest me!" She was still interested in picking on me at this point so I threw my hands up in the air in mock frustration. "Fine... Looks like I have to go gay at this point. I have seen the best rack in town and it is unavailable to me as it doesn't want to be seen in Chucky Cheese or McDonalds... However... If the offer does come back on the table I will throw in free back rubs!" I laughed and sipped on my coffee knowing that back rubs were her weakness. "Deal. Daily backrubs! You get the whole package if I get daily backrubs!" She said and smiled. "Works for me. On skin, or on shirt? I do my best work on skin." "Duh, on skin. Men are so stupid." She laughed and walked over and gave me a hug. Professionalism... Who knew it could pay off so well. I guess me not checking out her tits for so long had gotten me more than just a hug when I was sad. "So when do these start?" I asked her. "As soon as you get home from work, now go get dressed or you'll be late Jake!" I laughed and I knew she was right. Oh well, when are women ever wrong... We headed our separate directions for the day and I had actually smiled for the first time in a while at work. Someone must have noticed because my boss came over and thanked me for keeping morale high for the day. Said that it was nice to see me not down in the dumps now in then. He also asked what her name was fully well knowing that only a woman could put this kinda smile on my face. I laughed and brushed the question off. "You'll see soon enough I'm sure!" Was all I offered up. I hurried home and smiled as I saw Mallorie's car in the parking spot. I had come to just expect it to be there but for once I was actually happy that there was someone in my dwelling. I walked through door and noticed my house for the first time in ages. I actually looked around at things and decided it was time to start over completely. I grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen. "Mallorie you awake?" I hollered out into the house. "In the bedroom Jake, you know where to find me, or you should by now!" I smiled... She was right, I should know her routine by heart by now. At this point she was sitting on her laptop looking up jobs in the area that hadn't been filled yet. "What is that racket Jake?" She came out of her hidey hole to see me throwing out some of the stuff I no longer wanted to see. Relics of a time gone by. Some pictures of me and Julie and some of her friends. Some stuff she had gotten me for my room when I was in the military. Random odds and ends that I had picked up for myself through the years. "I am redecorating. Wanted to get rid of some of this stuff. Not like I want or need her things here anymore! I have a question. Do you like more of a country feel, or more of a modern feel in the house?" I had already filled up two trash bags and the living room was nearly barren at this point. "Country I guess, why?" She said, obviously in complete and utter shock at what all I had tossed out. "Redecorating! This is fun, haven't had a reason to just go through and throw things away in a while. Now I have one. You!" I smiled and hugged her. I picked up the last of the random junk I had planned on tossing and threw it out. "Want to do me a favor? I need someone to pick up some stuff for the house. I figure you know enough about me to know what I like. If I give you the card will you pick it up?" I asked. "Sure, I guess? You sure about this?" She seemed shocked still. "I mean you don't need to change your life for me you know." I confirmed that I was cool with what was going on and she took my card and headed out the door. "Wait, take the truck, more space!" I smiled and tossed her the keys to my old beater. As she went out picking things up for the house I smiled and worked on cleaning up the place. It had been a while. I noticed cobwebs in a corner... God I had slipped on the house bad. I hadn't cleaned it or anything really in a major way. Time to get out the bleach. I had swept, mopped, vacuumed and dusted the place and she still wasn't back. I checked the phone and had no missed calls or texts so I just assumed that she was out working on finding new things. I was right as she pulled in about 20 minutes after I got done cleaning the place. "Find everything okay?" I asked practically floating around the house. "Yeah, can I get a hand?" Mallorie never asked for help lifting or bringing in the groceries so I knew she had picked up probably more than was necessary. That's when I saw the amount of stuff... "Uhm Mallorie... How much did you get?" I asked. "Too much I think, but it will look nice I promise!" She said sheepishly. We unloaded the truck bed and back seat. After what seemed like hours of work we had the house put together. She had done well. I was shocked at the transformation of the house from a barren empty place to a house that actually looked like it was a home. "Nicely done hun, I definitely wouldn't have gotten half of this stuff. I like it." She smiled and went back to her room. "Mallorie come out here real quick. Got something I want to talk about." She came out and looked concerned. "Yeah?" She asked, I knew she was worried but I didn't want her to be upset or concerned. "I know we just started dating or whatever today, but I want you to know if you want you can move your things in my room. I don't mind splitting a bed and besides it will be nice. After all, we have lived together for a few months now." I smiled as she quickly agreed and she brought over some stuff from her room. It wasn't like she had a lot to move. She hadn't bought much more than an outfit or two since she had moved here. I looked around at everything and realized just how much of a change had been made as I laid down for bed and felt her cuddle up next to me. I felt her kiss on my cheek and heard the same soft voice that only a night ago was soothing my tears. "Good night Jake, sleep well..." I had cut off the end of her sentence by rolling over and kissing her lips. Apparently that awoke something inside of her. Maybe it was the touch of my lips on hers, maybe it was the days events, maybe it was the fact that she had been single at least as long as I had. Her reaction was to throw her arms around me and straddle me, pushing me down into the bed and kissing me hard and passionately. I returned her kiss and my hands scratched lightly down her back. I felt her moan into my mouth and heard a sigh as she broke the kiss. I pulled her down to me and kissed the sides of her neck. My hands exploring every inch of her body. Running up her sides, slowly working up and down her body, until I came to her stomach and then up her body, gently squeezing her D cup tits. I felt her nipples stiffen under her shirt. I rolled us over so she was on her back and I was on top. I kissed down her neck and pushed her shirt up her body, removing it and taking a second to really take in her tits. I leaned down and kissed from her collar bone first to her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth and gently biting down on it. Then to her right nipple, sucking on it and teasing it. I ran my hands lower. Teasing her pussy over her pants. Hearing her moan out at this. I slid a hand under her waist band and over her pussy. I teased her clit softly and parted her lips, my finger working slowly in and out of her. It wasn't long until she pulled her pants down and pushed me onto my back, pulling my shirt up over my head and then working her way down my body. She kissed and teased my dick until I was hard enough that I could cut diamonds. I didn't know how much longer I would last until she climbed back on top of me and gently slid my throbbing member inside of her. I sighed and moaned as she gently worked up and down on my shaft. I felt her pussy clench down on my shaft as we both started breathing heavily. I pulled her down harder on my shaft and heard her crying out. I moaned in response and started thrusting as hard as I could. I felt us both getting closer and closer.... I heard her moan out one last time before cumming and I knew I didn't have long before I came. I came and after filling her she rolled off of me and smiled. "I guess that's your way of saying goodnight?" She breathed out heavily. "Hell... I didn't know that's how you kissed goodnight!" I laughed and laid my head into the pillow. We kissed one last time and passed out in eachothers arms... A New Beginning A New Beginning She gave him a quick tour of the house and helped him put his clothes away in the spare bedroom. By the time he was settled in, it was almost noon, and they were both getting hungry. She could hear his stomach rumble, most likely in complaint of the meager hospital food he'd had to eat for the past day. "Do you want to order Chinese or something? I have the takeout menu for Hunan Palace on the fridge," she told him as they settled in on the couch to watch a marathon of Christmas-themed cheese-fests. The room was decked out in holiday-themed decorations, nearly half of which had been made by Charlotte somehow. Her stocking hung by itself over the fireplace that Leah had turned on when they got in the house earlier, and the light from the fire cast a dull glow on everything else in the room. Despite the nasty weather, it was decidedly warm and cozy inside the house. "That would be amazing. I love their Chicken Lo Mein." "A man after my own heart," she giggled, "That's what I always get from there." He fished for some cash out of his wallet as she called to make the order. If he was going to be living in her house, she'd have to get used to letting him pay for food. It was only fair in his mind that he helped her out somehow, especially given the fact that he represented a much bigger mouth for her to feed. She'd been slow to accept his money, but she eventually relented. The extra cash would help with Charlotte's Christmas gifts, after all. "So," Jon said later between bites of his eggroll, "You mentioned earlier that Charlotte was at yours' place for the weekend. What about your parents? Do they live around here?" "No, they actually live in Georgia. I met Paul about eight years ago when he was stationed at Fort Benning. I was still in school at the time when we got married a year later. He got home from his last tour in April of 2007, and we moved here in August to be closer to his family. I was never all that close to mine, anyway, so it was a welcome change for both of us. His parents have been a blessing to me since then. I love them more than my own parents." "I thought I could hear a little bit of an accent before, but you must have lost most of it since moving here. How do you like Seattle, then? It must be a lot different than the South." "Oh, it's a lot different, but we love it here. Charlie loves the rain, though I could do without it some of the time. Other than that, it's great. I've never even considered moving back to Georgia, or anywhere else, for that matter. Hell, it's been over a year since we visited, and my parents seemed really put out by me and Charlie the entire time we were there last summer. "They've been that way for years now. They never much cared for me being with a military man, but to this day, I don't regret my decision to marry Paul one bit. They can kiss my ass, as far as I'm concerned. They're the type of people who think you should marry for status instead of for love. For as long as I can remember, they've slept in separate rooms. It's sad, really. I honestly just feel bad for them at this point." He listened intently as she spoke, nodding and shaking his head when the time called for it. He felt bad for her growing up around a loveless marriage, and he told her as much. "My early childhood was far from pretty, but the Fosters saved me from having to grow up in a home or in foster care, ironically. Tommy was my best friend at the time, and my parents were about to be thrown in jail for dealing cocaine. His parents didn't want me to be taken in by any of my deadbeat relatives, and my parents didn't much care who I lived with, so they went along with the adoption. That's the only thing I have to be thankful for as far as those two go." "That's horrible, but you seem to have turned out just fine. To be honest, I was wary of meeting you after talking to Tommy. I've only ever associated him with Paul's drinking, so I just assumed the worst when he told me you were in an accident. That was unfair of me, and I'm sorry." He grabbed her hand again, only this time he didn't let go. "That wasn't unfair of you, it was smart. You should always be wary of letting strange men into your home, but I'm happy to have been able to make you feel comfortable around me since we met. "As for Tommy, he's really cleaned up his act since you've last seen him. He went into rehab, and he's got a decent job now for the first time in his life. It's dangerous work, but according to him, the adrenaline rush he gets from it keeps him from even thinking about drinking anymore. I'm proud of him." She couldn't help but feel jealous of the man sitting next to her. It was ironic, considering the injury he'd recently suffered, but she couldn't help herself but to wish it was Paul who'd turned himself around instead of Tommy. Tommy had no family to look after. He had no commitments at the time, either, just an opportunity to straighten himself out when his friend couldn't manage to do the same. It made her sick just thinking about it, and she had to excuse herself from the living room before she completely lost it in front of her guest. "This is ridiculous," she told herself while she looked in the mirror fifteen minutes later. A few splashes of water on her cheeks had helped to calm her quite a bit, and the redness in her eyes had mostly gone away by then. She hoped the evidence of her breakdown were gone, even though she knew he could hear her crying. When she returned to the couch, she noticed their food had already been put away by Jon. She hadn't been expecting that, not because she thought he was lazy but because of the extra effort it required of him. Yet, there he was sitting in the same spot on the oversized brown leather couch. "You're going to have to learn to not be surprised by the things I do for you, Leah. I'm unpredictable." "I'm sorry, I just... Thank you. I appreciate it." He patted the spot on the couch next to him and opened his arms to her. "C'mere, I think I can help," he said, "I give killer backrubs, and it looks like you could seriously use one right about now." *** Sunday afternoon came around quickly, and it was time to pick Charlotte up from Ellen and Daniel's house. She insisted upon driving alone, but she quickly found that Jon was more persistent than she was. He'd told her he'd get lonely being in the house all alone with Louie, since the dog still didn't quite grasp the idea of fetch. He misinterpreted Jon's tossing of the tennis ball as an invitation to play a round of "Bark at the toy and go back to sleep." He was quite good at that game after years of practice. They pulled into the Vaughns' driveway at about two o'clock, and Charlotte was predictably herding her chickens away from their coop. She didn't quite understand what herding meant yet, but she did enjoy watching the chickens run frantically around their pen. She also enjoyed the opportunity to stomp in the mud in her rain boots. The girl had a hard time keeping her clothes clean, as was typical for most children her age. "Mommy!" she gleefully yelled from the pen, "The chickens can play today!" "I see that, sweetie. Are you having fun?" "Yeah!" Charlotte's unbridled happiness was soon replaced with unmistakable curiosity as she watched her mother help Jon out of the car. She'd never seen her mom interact so intimately with another man in her life before, though she didn't know well enough to question the intentions of either adult. She was more curious about the thing on his leg. "Mommy, what is that?" she asked, pointing at Jon's injured leg. "It's a cast. My friend, Jon, hurt his leg, and the cast is going to fix it for him." Jon successfully maneuvered himself into the wheelchair with a loud thud and shut the car door for Leah before turning his attention to the questioning stare of the little girl standing next to him. "I'm Jon," he said. "You must be Charlotte." She grinned at him broadly and shook his offered hand with vigor. She loved meeting new people, especially grown-ups. She'd always been so fascinated by them, even before she could talk. "That's me! Did you get an owwie on your leg, Jon?" He nodded. "I got a big owwie on my leg." "Your past is huge! I could probably draw, like, a whole lot of stuff on there." "Like what?" "I dunno. My mom says I'm really good at drawing birds, so prolly a lot of those. I can also draw my name for you. Or your name, so nobody tries to steal your past." Jon chuckled at her suggestion and agreed quickly, "We definitely don't want that to happen, now do we?" "She can be pretty talkative. I forgot to mention that in the car," Leah said apologetically before waving at Ellen and Daniel, who were once again watching from their porch. Leah had been uncomfortable with the idea of bringing another man to their house, but she figured they would be understanding of the situation she had been thrust into by Tommy. "Nothing new. I've been known to jabber when I meet new people myself." "We should probably head towards the house. Ellen made lunch for us, and she's an excellent cook. There's a ramp on the other side of the porch, if you want to go ahead and use that. I'll walk you over there." "Thanks," he said, tugging his coat closer to his body. "It's starting to get pretty cold out here." Once they were all inside the house, Daniel moved some stuff around so that Jon could sit at the table with them and eat. His torso was turned away from everyone else, but he made a point to keep his head turned toward everyone else so as not to seem rude. He was also feeling talkative that day, eager to chat with the people Leah had spoken so fondly of just the day before. He figured they were good judges of character, so he wanted to make a good first impression on them. In his mind, this was not going to be the last time he interacted with the older couple; they were basically Leah's surrogate parents, and despite the fact that they were hers, he knew getting on their good side would go a long way for him in the future. He already knew after just one day that being around Leah for a week wasn't going to be enough, and he was determined to find out if she felt the same way sooner or later. "So, Jon, what do you do for a living?" Daniel asked while scooping out mashed potatoes for his granddaughter. "I teach fourth grade at Hamilton Elementary School and help coach the baseball team over at Grant High. Luckily Winter Break will fall between the time I'm recovering from the accident, so I won't end up having to take as many weeks off from work. I should be able to go back to work when the kids go back in January, since I'll be in crutches by then. "I haven't even missed a day yet, since the accident happened on my way home on Friday, but I already know I'm going to be very restless during the next two weeks. Figures I'd get hurt the one year my kids seem to actually be paying attention in class." Leah smiled at him, somehow feeling prideful when listening to him talk so excitedly about his work. It was incredibly sexy to her when guys were good with children, and he worked with them on a daily basis. Despite her best efforts, she was quickly finding herself becoming very fond of the man sitting across the table from her, and the more she thought about it, the more she doubted her ability to turn him down if he showed signs of returning those feelings. After lunch, Daniel, Jon, and Charlotte sat in the living room while Ellen and Leah busied themselves with the dishes. Charlotte was already drawing her trademark birds on Jon's cast with a silver marker he'd given to her. He'd showed her how to write the three letters in his name, and she drew a box around them when she was done writing them out. "Don't want anyone to steal your past," she had reminded him when he asked about the box. In the kitchen, Ellen and Leah took turns rinsing and drying the dishes, respectively. They spoke in hushed tones about the goings-on in the family, including the fact that Paul's cousin had recently eloped in Las Vegas. "That Tiffany always was one to make rash decisions," Ellen said with a shake of her head, "but at least Eric does seem to care a great deal about her." "Yeah. They've been together for, what, a little over a year now? At least they didn't rush into it. And if the pictures they sent are any indication, they definitely seemed to enjoy themselves last weekend." "Speaking of rushing into things, don't mind my asking, dear, but what exactly is going on between you and Jon?" "Excuse me?" Leah was caught off guard by the question and loudly choked on the water she'd been sipping. "Is everything all right in there?!" Daniel hollered from his reclining chair. The sound of Leah's choking had interrupted his reading of the business section of the paper, and he'd folded it in half in order to be able to look into the kitchen. "Yeah, we're fine in here!" Ellen quickly answered back, leaving Daniel to resume his daily ritual. "Don't take it the wrong way, Leah, but you two were making eyes at each other during lunch. It was actually quite sweet." "You mean...?" "What, did you think Daniel and I expected you never to move on from Paul? Honey, we love you like the daughter we never had. We only want you and Charlotte to be happy, and if that man in there can make you happy, what have you got to lose?" They both stepped away from the sink but kept the water running in order to keep anyone in the other room from overhearing the conversation. Leah slumped her head over the kitchen table while her mother rubbed her back in a rhythmic manner. It was a gesture she couldn't remember her own mother giving to her during the eighteen years she lived in her parents' home, and it only made her feel all the more connected to Ellen. She'd been very lucky to have a woman like her in her life. "Leah, look at me," Ellen urged her. "Everything is going to be just fine, I promise." "It's just happening so fast, Ellen. I just met him yesterday, for crying out loud, yet here I am going crazy trying to think of a way to let him know how I feel without sounding like a complete lunatic. It's been years since I've even been on a date that wasn't set up by a coworker. I wouldn't know how to go about doing it. "Not only that, but he might be living in my house for the next two weeks. I don't want him to think he has to say yes because of that. I also know that if he says no, it'd make things incredibly awkward for us around the house. I don't know what to do." "You're going to have to trust me when I say he won't turn you down, and when he says yes, it won't be because he needs a place to stay; it'll be because he feels the same way that you do." "How can you tell?" "He looks at you the same way my Paul did, Leah. That's how I can tell. He may not be there yet, but someday very soon, that man in there is going to be crazy about you." "And you're okay with that?" "Honey, I am more than okay with that." *** When they arrived home a little over two hours later, Charlotte was fast asleep in the backseat. Leah and Jon both looked at her with awed expressions, baffled by just how cute she looked when she drooled. Leah gently pushed a few strands of hair off her daughter's face. When she opened her eyes, Leah told her in a hushed voice, "Charlie, it's time to wake up. We're home now." "Is Jon sleeping over tonight?" Charlotte asked, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, he is. Jon is going to be sleeping over for the rest of the week, if that's okay with you, Charlie." Charlotte nodded her head furiously, "Yes! I like him. He's nice, and he's silly, and he said he was going to watch The Little Mermaid with me and Louie. That's Louie's favorite movie, you know." "I do know that. You're right. Speaking of Louie, why don't you go show him the picture you drew for him yesterday. Mommy has to help Jon get out of the car." After that, Charlotte skipped happily into the house, waving her drawing of Louie's puppies back and forth as she went. "Your dog has a favorite movie?" "Charlie thinks he has a crush on Ursula. Don't ask." "So, are you going to get my wheelchair, or am I going to have to beg you for-" Leah cut him off by leaning across the console that separated them and pressing their lips together. She did so softly at first, but when she felt him readily accept her kiss, the intensity quickly deepened. She was very unsurprised to find that he was a skilled kisser and found herself greedily accepting his tongue into her mouth when he licked across the crease between her full red lips. During that time, they both undid their seatbelts, and he pulled her over the console onto his lap. The hardness from her cast shocked her, and she looked at him warily before breaking off the kiss. "Won't it hurt you if I'm on your lap?" "I broke my fibula, not my femur. Just try to keep most of your weight on my left leg." She easily readjusted her position on his lap and went back to kissing him. Their tongues dueled as his hands snaked their way into her blonde hair. Her hands reached under his shirt to feel his hard chest. He suddenly tore his mouth away from hers when she did so and left a trail of kisses from the top of her neck all the way down to the swell of her perfectly-sized 36C breasts. The faint scent of the perfume she'd put on earlier that remained on her shirt made him wish he could devour her breasts. Although, knew he had to wait until they were out of the car; they weren't teenagers, after all, but he definitely wasn't opposed to holding her delicious set of tits in his eager hands. He gave them a few gentle squeezes, eliciting moans and whimpers from Leah. He could immediately tell it'd been far too long since she'd been given the attention she deserved, and he was bound and determined to set that right if she'd let him. "These are perfect. I'm going to take good care of them later tonight, Leah, just you watch." "Are you, now?" "Mhmm." The rough timbre of his voice vibrated on her chest, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps. It was a feeling that was all at once completely unexpected and highly erotic. She'd never felt anything like it before, and if it was any indication of what they would be doing later on in the night, she was more than ready to let go for him. She was essentially putty in his strong, skillful hands. She squirmed on his lap and pulled his head away from between her breasts when she could feel his cock growing hard beneath her. She smirked and kissed his earlobe, gently tugging on it with her teeth. "And I'm gonna make him feel really good later tonight." They were interrupted by a few loud and insistent knocks on the driver's side door. They nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard Charlotte's pounding, and Leah was instantly grateful that her daughter was not yet tall enough to see into the car. She fixed her blouse and shifted back to her side of the car before opening the door as calmly as she possibly could, given the circumstances. "Yes, sweetie?" She could see that Charlotte looked upset about something, and she prayed it had nothing to do with what had just been going on in the car. Next to Leah, Jon was doing his best to control his breathing. He tried to think about his grandparents making out and the Texas Rangers -- anything that profoundly disturbed him, really -- in order to get his hard on to go down but to no avail. As long as he was still in the car sitting next to Leah, he was going to have to deal with his arousal. Even so, he did his best to shield it from the prying eyes of the three-year-old standing to his left by holding his hands in his lap. Charlotte sniffled and raised her right hand that she'd been hiding behind her back up for Leah and Jon to examine its contents. Turned out Louie didn't very much care for finger paint artwork. A New Beginning *** Later that night, Charlotte fell asleep on the couch while watching the How the Grinch Stole Christmas cartoon between Leah and Jon. Her head was situated comfortably on his lap while he stroked the back of her mother's neck. Leah felt her arousal slowly growing at his simple yet evocative touch. "What are we going to do about her?" he whispered to Leah. His eyes remained on the young girl sitting in his lap, but he could see Leah watching him from the corner of his eyes. He absentmindedly ran his hand through Charlotte's hair, enjoying the unfamiliar paternal feelings it gave him. He liked feeling protective of her, and he had a sinking suspicion that wouldn't go away anytime soon. "I can carry her to bed. She won't wake up." He didn't want to hand her over, but he also realized it would require much more time and effort for him to take her to her bedroom. Besides, it only made sense that her mother tucked her in instead of a man she'd only met earlier in the day. "Okay, but don't take too long," he said while carefully depositing Charlotte in Leah's waiting arms. "I'm not done with you just yet, missy." When she returned to the living room, Jon's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. Instead of the t-shirt and sweats she'd changed into when they got home earlier, she was now clad only in a matching set of black and royal blue lace underwear. Her bra barely covered her nipples, and the thong panties she wore with it left little to the imagination themselves. He dragged his eyes slowly up her body before settling on her face. To his surprise, the anxious expression he'd expected was masked by a look of pure lust. To top it all off, she'd slipped on a pair of black heels, as if everything else she'd presented him with wasn't enough already. "Do you like what you see?" "God, yes. If my leg wasn't broken, you'd be naked by now. Get over here." She all but pounced on him as he laid with his head propped up by the arm of the couch. The two of them roughly pulled gray University of Washington t-shirt over his head and resumed what they'd started hours before. She ground herself into his unmistakably hard cock and smiled deviously when his breath caught in his through. The friction was almost unbearable but in a good way. "If you keep doing that," he said while dragging his tongue between the valley of her glorious tits, "I'm not going to last very long later." She giggled at his confession. "Jon, you're going to last plenty long later. Wanna know why?" "Mhmm." "Because I'm going to suck you off before you fuck me. Now take my bra off before I have to do it for you." He quickly and happily obliged her request. He couldn't believe the transformation the woman in his lap had gone through over the past thirty-six hours. When they'd met, she was a quiet and tentative woman doing a favor for a man she clearly had no desire to help, but now... now as she presented his mouth with her right nipple to suck on, she was a talented and demanding lover who knew exactly what she wanted. His tongue laved around the nipple until it got as hard as it could. He then moved to the other while massing the first one with his hand. With his free hand, he traced the length of her back until he reached the top of her thong. He pulled it back and let it snap back into place, enjoying the slight squirm it got out of Leah. He then began kneading her round ass cheeks with both hands. "God, that feels so good," she purred into his ear. When he brushed his index finger along her rosebud, she arched her back in pure ecstasy, inadvertently grinding her wet pussy along his cock with abandon. The sensations his finger and his cock were giving her were too much to bear, and she suddenly found herself in the throes of her first orgasm of the night. The telltale sounds of pleasure she elicited were music to Jon's ears, and he was eager to hear them again. And again, and again. "That's it, come for me, baby. Do you like having your ass played with?" She nodded her head furiously, still unable to form any words, only unintelligible sounds. She then made quick work of the loose sweatpants he'd been wearing and stared at his crotch in wonder. She could tell by the well-defined outline of his dick through his black boxers that he was incredibly well hung. By her estimation, he was at least eight inches long. He was thick, too, but luckily not thick enough to the point that she wouldn't be able to wrap her small hand around him. She was immediately unsure just how much pleasure her small mouth would be able to bring him, but she knew that she also had to try; she'd been told before by a handful of guys that she had a talented tongue, and she was eager to try it on her new lover. She reached into his boxers and held him at the base for the first time. The groan he rewarded her touch with told her he liked it very, very much, so she slowly worked her hand up and down, narrowly avoiding the angry red head each and every time. "Please," he begged, "Please touch the head. You're driving me insane!" She moved herself off the couch and knelt beside him on the floor so that her head was hovering over his cock. While there, she pulled the boxers off with his help and quickly discarded them by tossing them over her shoulder toward the TV, where a rerun of The Grinch had just begun. Her tongue darted out and teasingly licked the drop of pre-come that had just oozed out of his hole. The taste was somewhat familiar, but the salty flavor was all Jon's own. That was always something she'd enjoyed about giving blowjobs: the chance to taste and compare the flavor of each of her lovers. Jon's was already one of her favorites. "Mmm. You taste good, Jon." That got her another drop, which her tongue quickly lapped up yet again. After a minute or two of her game of teasing, she licked all the way around the head over and over, ending each time around by deliberately licking his frenulum. Each time she did that, he involuntarily thrust his cock into her mouth a few inches, something she encouraged him to do. Despite the show she was putting on for Jon, Leah had always been one who enjoyed when a man took charge. After one last pass over the head, she moved her attentions once again to the base. She kissed all around the base and down below to his hefty brown testicles. She took each one into her mouth and bathed them with her tongue before licking her way back to the tip, wetting the entire shaft along the way. Her saliva was all the lubrication she'd need in order to take his cock halfway into her mouth, and that was exactly what she did. In one fell swoop, she'd taken nearly five inches, something nobody had been able to do for him in years, let alone anyone her size. She was a miracle worker with her mouth, and he knew he would not be able to last much longer if she kept it up. He wasn't sure that he wanted to, either. When she looked up at him with what were perhaps the most expressive eyes he'd ever seen, he knew he was a goner. "Baby, I'm about to come!" She did nothing to stop him. In fact, she reached up to grab one of his hands that were gripping the sides of the couch. She craved that extra sense of intimacy when he eventually came in her mouth. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, so she weaved their hands together, forming an unbreakable bond between them. When he finally did come only seconds later, she kept her lips wrapped firmly around the head of his cock. She hungrily swallowed each and every burst that shot out of his hole and savored the flavor once more. When his orgasm passed completely, she let him out of her mouth before licking all around her lips, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. She was satisfied, but she knew they were only beginning. "You are a goddamn wizard. I don't know how, but that was easily the best orgasm I've had for as long as I can remember, and I don't usually even like blowjobs all that much." "You've been getting them from the wrong girls all this time." He pulled her back onto his chest, where she cradled her head in the crook of his neck. The intensity of his orgasm was not lost on either of them, and she needed a chance to catch her breath before even thinking about round two. He stroked his hand through her hair once again, and she reveled in the comfort it brought her. His touch made her feel excited and relaxed, seemingly all at the same time. "It seems as though I've been doing a lot of things with the wrong girls up until now. I don't know how to describe it, Leah, but you just seem to fit with me. I've never been so connected to anyone after only knowing them for a day and a half. Hell, I don't think I felt like this with either of my two long-term girlfriends. You're doing something to me, and it's scary, but I want to find out exactly what it is if you'll let me." The look in his emerald green eyes completely slayed her. How could she say no him when he was so vulnerable? He'd told her before that he might startle her with his straightforwardness, but she didn't think anything of it until that moment. He'd been right about his habit of being almost overly honest, but he was wrong about the way she'd react to it; she wasn't scared, she was invigorated. It felt good to know she still had the ability to get under a man's skin, even if that man shared parents with the one person in the world she truly could not stand. She answered him simply by pressing her lips to his and wrapping him up in the most passionate kiss she could muster at that time. He excitedly and expertly continued their lip-lock, taking her further and further toward the outer edge of her sanity. *** The next morning, they awoke around seven o'clock to the light of the sun shining through the curtains. They moved into Leah's room before eventually falling asleep next to each other after deciding they were both too emotionally and physically tired to finish what they'd started the night before. She quietly climbed out of bed and padded toward Charlotte's room to see if she'd woken up yet. Sure enough, she was still curled up in a ball, as sound asleep as she'd ever been in her short life. When she returned to her bedroom, she unbuttoned the shirt of Jon's she'd put on sometime during the night. In doing so, her nipples were suddenly just out of his line of sight, though he could tell where the small round buds jutted out slightly more than the rest of her breasts. It was a delicious site to wake up to, to be sure. "You little tease." She laughed and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Moments later, she emerged with a sponge, a bowl of warm water, and the body wash he brought with him two days earlier. "I think it's time someone got his first sponge bath, don't you?" He lifted his arm to sniff his armpit in a joking manner. "You know, I think you just might be right, Nurse Leah." "I'm glad you agree, because there's no way I'd be able to let you sleep in here again tonight if I don't give you one today." She sat her stuff down next to the bed and laid a couple towels beneath his body in order to keep the mattress from getting soaked. She dipped the large sponge into the water and squeezed a dime-sized amount of soap onto it before working it into a minimal lather; she didn't want him to be sudsy, she wanted him to be clean. She moved the soapy sponge first along his torso, then down each of his arms. She took her time with the top half of his body, purposely avoiding his rapidly-hardening lower half. She knew she needed to focus, otherwise she very well could find herself missing work and not taking Charlotte to daycare, but focusing on her regular daily routine was getting to be increasingly difficult each time her hands explored and found a new muscle that needed cleaning. For his part, Jon tried not to read into the sponge bath more than he should have. He needed help getting washed up, and that was all it was. Nothing sexual, not when he knew Leah was supposed to be at the animal clinic in a little over an hour. The battle between his big head and little head was easily won by the one that was starting to peek out of his pajama pants, though. It was only a matter of time before they were both on the same wavelength, and he hoped Leah would be willing to play along. "Lift up your butt. I think you're good to go up here." He quickly propped himself up in order for her to lower his pants and boxers, and his cock slapped against his body almost immediately. He involuntarily shivered and groaned at the contact of her fingernails gently raking against his legs as she pulled his bottoms off. Once he was completely naked, she dipped the sponge back in the water and re-soaped it up in order to clean his lower half. She knew by that point that she would at the very least be calling in to let her boss know she would be late, but it was more likely that she would skip out on work completely. Jon was rapidly becoming a bad influence in her life, but she relished it. She'd always been the good girl, but being bad felt even better. "So, what do you think we should do about your penis here? Maybe I should just let you wash it to keep you from coming on your chest and ruining all that cleaning I just did," she suggested with a wink. "Oh, I'm going to get dirty again, Leah, and you're going to help me get that way. Put down the sponge." He reached out to try and knock it out of her hand, but she backed away from him, until she was just out of reach. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided playfully, "I'm only going to let you get dirty with me if I clean you up first. You wouldn't jump in the pool without showering first, would you?" "Actually, I would, and I happen to think the pool would love it." His voice came out as a growl, and he had completely given up on any chance there was left that he was going to let her go about her business and finish the sponge bath. No. He was going to have her, and he was not going to wait for her to finish her game, either. Before she could back away from him again, he grabbed both sides of her waist and hoisted her onto the bed with him so that her panty-clad ass was sitting only inches away from his drooling cock. Her face and chest flushed at the forceful nature of his insistence, but she knew he could feel her arousal through the thin cloth of her panties. She also knew she wouldn't stop him if he tried to rip them off; she would have done the same thing if she was strong enough. Instead, he reached below her and moved the inconvenient cloth to the side and began stroking her clit with his thumb. The roughness of his skin made the contact all the more enticing, and she couldn't keep herself from grinding herself on his chest and hand. "Feels...so...good." With his other hand, he reached into the button up shirt of his she still had on and found her left nipple. He pinched and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger until he was satisfied with its hardness before doing the same with her right breast. All the while, he began to thrust one, two, and eventually three fingers in and out of her pussy with varying degrees of urgency. He hadn't wanted her to grow accustomed to his pace; he loved the whimpers she let out when he switched it up on her unexpectedly. She ripped his hand from her chest and intertwined it with her own, holding it tightly at her side. With his other hand still intermittently teasing her clit and thrusting into her tight, hot folds, she leaned down and kissed him hungrily. He returned it immediately and reveled in the feeling of her fingers roaming through his now-clean hair. After a few moments of this, she pulled her head away from his to catch her breath. As she did so, she lifted herself off his probing hand and reached behind herself until she held the base of his sturdy pole firmly in her hand. He bucked his hips off the mattress, eager to prolong the contact. "I'm ready, Jon," she told him with another kiss, this one much gentler than the first. "So am I, baby, but please go slow. I know it's been a long time for you, and I don't want to hurt you. We can take our time." With that, she pulled out the condom she'd hidden in the front pocket of his shirt during her previous trip to the bathroom. She tore the foil open with her teeth and turned behind herself to lower the latex as far as it would go over his cock. Once he was fully covered, she lifted herself once again off his torso and positioned herself just inches above his cock. She looked to his eyes for reassurance, and she found that and then some. He looked utterly happy lying beneath her, and she knew right then that she was ready to give herself completely to him. The initial contact made both of them groan loudly in anticipation of what was to come. His cockhead sat comfortably within her walls, and every single instinct in his body told him to drive it the rest of the way home, but he inexplicably maintained control. Gradually, Leah lowered herself onto his cock, inch by glorious inch. The feeling of sheer fullness she felt when he was completely and deliciously sheathed by her pussy was one she could not have described accurately if she had been looking through a thesaurus. It was the best and most fulfilled she'd felt since the day Charlotte was born, and she prayed that she would never forget it. After getting used to the feeling of him being inside her, she gave his cock a squeeze with her pussy walls and lifted herself up until only the tip remained. She lowered herself once again, this time with his big hands resting at her sides, alternately stroking her waist and squeezing her ass. He made no move to alter her speed, but he did buck up into her pussy a few times, meeting her own thrusts halfway. The combination of sensations they were feeling was intoxicating for the both of them. She threw her head back as they both picked up their pace, driving at one another with greater frequency and urgency. "I'm...getting close, Leah," he choked out, driving himself into her with as much force as he could muster; it was difficult for him to thrust as hard as his cock would have liked since he could only use one of his legs to propel himself upward. She could only nod her head in fervent approval before she reached down to his chest with both hands. The added leverage allowed her to meet his thrusts with reckless abandon. Each of them could only take the added friction for a few moments before they both came together, shuddering when they'd come to completion. "You are incredible," he told her after she eventually managed to roll off of him. "You're not so bad yourself." "Thank you, for not closing yourself off to me." "I only seriously considered that for about fifteen minutes the other day, Jon. There was just something about you, I guess. It was easy to open myself up to you." "In that case, I hope you're okay with spending the rest of the day opening yourself up to me here in your bed." "Oh, I am, but you really need to finish washing yourself while I get in the shower. I can't drop Charlie off at daycare looking like I just had sex." "But you did just have sex." She knelt beside him on the side of the bed and stole a quick kiss before handing him the sponge she'd dropped on the hardwood floor earlier. "You have until nine o'clock to finish." He didn't waste any time. *** Four days later, Jon got a phone call from Tommy out of the blue he helped Charlotte put her newest pieces of artwork on the fridge. The hand turkeys she'd made only a month prior were now completely replaced by numerous drawings of Santa, elves, reindeer, and snowmen. He excused himself and wheeled into the living room in order to get more privacy, worried he might find himself saying something he shouldn't in front of the three-year-old. A New Beginning "Move over, Louie. You know you aren't supposed to be on the couch." The dog lifted his head to give him a brief look before going back to his nap with a grumble. "Damn dog. If I have anything to do with it, you're going to start going for walks when I get out of this wheelchair." His cell phone buzzed again, and he answered it this time almost immediately. "Hey!" his brother greeted gleefully, "I finally managed to get a flight out. I should be in Seattle tomorrow morning at ten. You can finally leave Leah's place, man. I bet she's been driving you insane!" "Yeah," Jon replied cryptically, "I guess she has." "You don't sound as excited as I thought you would. Bro, you can finally go home. I know she's been making you sleep on the couch the entire time you've been there; she never let me crash in the spare room when Paul and I went out. Aren't you at least excited to sleep in your own bed again?" "No, actually, I've found that I quite like sleeping in Leah's bed." He knew immediately that he'd said too much. "What?! You mean you've been getting in on that? Don't get me wrong, I used to think about it, but damn. Good for you, bro. You melted the ice queen." "Don't you dare talk about her like that. You know I consider you to be my brother, but if I so much as see you look at her the wrong way tomorrow, I will kick your ass. I don't care if I break my left leg doing it, either." Tommy was confused by intensity of his brother's protectiveness, but he decided not to push his buttons. "I won't, I promise. Just make sure you're at the airport a little before ten, alright? I gotta go finish packing. See ya tomorrow, bro." "Yeah, see ya." That night, after Jon and Leah made love two times, they laid in her bed in almost complete silence. They only briefly touched upon to topic of his leaving the next day during dinner. Neither one of them wanted to bring it up, but he eventually decided it would be for the best. "Leah, you know we have to talk about it before we go to sleep." "I know." "I'm going to miss you, you know." "Me, too." "Are you going to carry on this conversation monosyllabically, or are you going to actually talk to me at some point?" "I don't know. I just- I don't want you to go." "I don't want to go, either, but we both knew this was going to come at some point. This doesn't change how I feel about you, I hope you realize that." She sighed, rolling over so she was leaning over him with her arm propped on his naked torso. "That's good to know. I'm just afraid how I'll react to having Tommy around again. What is it with him being friends with men that I sleep with?" "I dunno, maybe he's trying to get close to you himself." He winked at her, sending her into a fit of laughter. "Oh, definitely not. He can't stand me anymore than I can stand him, and that's not a lot." "Well, you have to tolerate him a little bit to take me in like you did." "I told him last week I only agreed to do it for Paul. For whatever reason, they were good friends, and I knew deep down he would have done the same thing for me. I had no choice but to say yes." "Are you happy with that decision?" It was her turn to tease him. "You could say that." "So, why don't you two get along, anyway? I was never really given all the details, but I can sort of remember him complaining about you quite a bit." "I'm sure," she said rolling her eyes before settling into her side of the story. "I guess it started off as petty jealousy on my part. We had only been living here together for three months at the time, and I was still relatively friendless. Then one day out of the blue, Paul comes home from working at the construction site regaling me with stories of the new guy at work. According to Paul, Tommy was the funniest guy he'd ever met, and they made plans to meet at O'Donovan's Pub later that night. "I'd been okay with it, not wanting him to feel guilty about leaving me at home. I've never been much of a drinker, anyway, so the appeal of a dingy downtown dive bar was completely lost on me. Nevertheless, Paul went out later that night and met Tommy at the bar. He didn't get home until around two in the morning, but I didn't think much of it. He'd gone out drinking with the guys in Georgia every so often, and he always staggered into bed around that time. "Until that point, I was actually happy Paul had met Tommy. He'd tried reconnecting with his old high school buddies in the months leading up to that, but he had a hard time carrying conversations with any of them. It was hard for him to relate to people whose only real problems in life stemmed from petty work and relationship problems. Paul had to go through a lot of shit overseas, and I remember him sounding genuinely annoyed with the people he used to be friends with." "That must have been difficult for you." "It was, but what could I do? He knew I was there for him whenever he needed to talk, but he was wary of really opening up to me about certain topics. I learned over the years which buttons not to push. He told me what he wanted me to know, and that was that. "Anyway, after that first night with Tommy, I noticed things beginning to change with Paul. He got to be even more dejected that usual about most things, but he still went on and on about how great Tommy was. It got to the point where I didn't really have a choice but to meet him, and he eventually came over to the house about two months after they first met. It was actually right around this time of year, because I remember him joking to me about giving me a kiss under the mistletoe." Jon shook his head in confusion. "But you don't have a mistletoe." "And now you know why," she replied with a quick peck. "Okay, go on." "As you could have guessed, Tommy didn't exactly get off on the best foot when we met, but things got better over dinner. He was a talented storyteller, and I found myself immediately understanding why Paul had been so enamored with him. Not only that, but aside from the mistletoe comment, he was on his best behavior. That part was actually pretty aggravating, because I knew from talking to Paul that Tommy was anything but prim and proper. It bothered me that he held something back in front of me, because it made me wonder what else he could have been hiding, you know? It felt like he was keeping some big secret from me. "Despite that, I made no protest when the two of them announced they were going out that night. It was just their routine by that point, and like I said before, I didn't want to put myself in the position to jeopardize any of Paul's friendships. I wish I had said something, though, because I can now recognize that night as being the turning point in our own relationship. "The nightly barhopping quickly turned into day drinking at home, and it was starting to take a toll on me emotionally and physically. It got to the point where Paul could hardly take care of himself, so I found myself cleaning up after animals at work then coming home to a man that needed the same attention from me. "I didn't know what to do; I'd never had to deal with someone who had any kind of drug dependency before, so I took the advice of one of my coworkers and decided to adopt a dog. She had heard from her cousin, who is a family counselor, that pets could sometimes give an addict something else to latch onto instead of the thing they were addicted to." "And that's when you adopted Louie?" "Yeah. He was an English bulldog, and I went to school at Georgia. It seemed to fit in theory." "Did he help at all?" "He did at first," she agreed, "but then I started seeing the beer cans again. He tried to hide them some of the time, but he never put much effort into it. By this point, it was almost the end of April, and had had enough. I talked to Paul's parents numerous times about my options, and they both agreed when I told them my plans to take him to rehab. Unfortunately, the only decent rehab facility in the state had a voluntary program, so I had to convince him to go. "So, one night, we were in bed watching TV, and I just spelled it out for him: it was me or Tommy. If he chose me, he needed to seek help, and we would try to move on. If he chose Tommy, I was prepared to give him the number to my lawyer's office. I'd had divorce papers drawn up by then, and I was ready to serve them to him at the drop of a hat." "What did his parents think about that? Did they know?" "Ellen is the one who put me in contact with the lawyer. She loved her son more than anything, and she said that's the reason she wanted to help me out. She knew he loved me, and if he was in his right mind, he would have let me go. He would have wanted me to go if it was anyone but him causing me so much stress." "They really do love you, huh?" He stroked her arm before pressing his hand against her cheek. She'd done a good job up until that point of not shedding any tears, but he could sense the end of her story was fast approaching, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to console her when she finished. All he could do was hope that she wouldn't push him away. "They really do. I told you they were blessings to me." He nodded his head in silent agreement and urged her to go on. "So, what did Paul say when you gave him the ultimatum?" "Nothing, he just turned over and went to sleep. The next day, I called my lawyer to tell him to have the papers ready for the next day. It was our anniversary when I called, and it would have killed me to ask my husband for a divorce on our anniversary. You just can't do that. It's almost just as bad to do it the next day, but I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to." "What happened to make you change your mind? I know Tommy would have mentioned you two getting a divorce. He kept most things between him and Paul private, but he would have said something about that. I'm sure of it." "Well," she said looking up, wondering if Paul had been listening to her at all that night. Part of her hoped he had, while the other hoped for the complete opposite. "He remembered." "Your anniversary?" "Yes, and he bought me a dozen white lilies. They looked exactly like the bouquet I'd held at our wedding. I knew as soon as he did that that I had to see things through with him. I didn't marry him just to leave when things got to be difficult. All I wanted that entire time was some sort of a sign from him that he was going to be okay, that he wanted to be okay, and that was it. "The card he'd given me with the flowers had a simple message, but I don't think I'll ever forget it in my life. All it said was, 'I'm going to get better. For you. For us.'" By this point in her story, Leah had completely broken down. Her entire body was wracked with sobs, and it was all she could do not to soak Jon's shirt with her tears when he pulled her in for an embrace. They sat in her bed for minutes just holding each other and gently swaying back and forth. "It's okay, Leah," he promised her, "It's okay. You don't have to say another word tonight if you don't want to. We can do whatever you want." After a few deep breaths, she was able to bring herself back together. "No," she said with a shake of her head, "it's about time that I get all of this out of my system. You're the first person I've had to tell this to, and I think it'll do me some good to finish if you don't mind." He shook his head softly before kissing her forehead. "I don't mind." "That night, we had sex for the first time in months. It felt good, literally and figuratively speaking. Even without sending him to rehab, he seemed to be opening up to me again, and he even made a show out of emptying bottles of beer in front of me. "'This is the last time you ever have to look at these in the house again,' he'd told me. "And he was right. Aside from the occasional get-together with friends and neighbors, there hasn't been a drop of alcohol in this house, and the alcohol that has been here was wine I'd bought for guests to drink at dinner. "Anyway, it was about one night about a month after our anniversary, and I'd started to feel nauseous and generally just more tired than I normally would have been. I went to the doctor after about a week of that, and he confirmed what the at-home tests had already told me: I was pregnant." "But you never told Paul." He said it as a clarification, not as an accusation. "Right. At the time, he was still fragile, so to speak, and I wanted to spare him the extra stress until I knew the baby was out of the woods. My OB/GYN told me the first trimester was critical, and I didn't want to take any chances getting him excited about my pregnancy only to have it end with a miscarriage. "I'd known I was pregnant for maybe a week the night that Paul died. We were in bed watching Seinfeld reruns when he got a call on his cell. It was Tommy, calling to use Paul's cab service. I was irritated, but I didn't think much of it when he left. I could tell Tommy had probably already been cut off by that point, so I had no reason to believe Paul would end up drinking. Besides, I wanted him to know I still trusted him. So, after gave me a kiss and left, I just went to sleep. "I vaguely remember the phone ringing a couple hours later, but I never answered it. Nobody I knew would be calling that late, so I just figured it was a couple bored teenagers trying to crank call people. "The next morning, however, I awoke to a series of insistent knocks at the door. I didn't even notice Paul wasn't in bed with me until I got up and went to answer it. I opened the door to find a pair of police officers completely lost it. I knew. They didn't have to say a word; I just knew. 'How?' I asked them between sniffles. 'Ma'am, we believe your husband was hit by a drunk driver last night. We are very sorry for your loss,' was all they said. They gave me the card for a Police Department-employed psychologist, apologized one more time, and left. "And that was it. I realize looking back on it now that Tommy was only a catalyst in Paul's story. He didn't cause the pain that drove him to alcohol, he only helped Paul get there faster. I just wish he had called someone else that night." "So do I," he told her, punctuating his agreement with a light squeeze of her hand. "Leah, if I tell you something, can you promise me not to be upset?" "No." He decided to say it, anyway. "I think I'm in love with you." *** The next morning, Leah and Jon said hardly one word to each other. They tried not to think of the fight they'd had the night before, but the memory of their heated exchange was too fresh to ignore. She had blown up at him when he confessed his true feelings for her, and he tried valiantly to defend himself from her attacks but to no avail. During the car ride to the airport, the two of them sat in a painful silence. They were both tired and irritable from the night before, and they knew any mention of what had transpired could very well lead to another argument on the interstate, something neither of them wanted. After she pulled into a space in the drop-off lane in front of the United Airways counter, she couldn't help but erupt once he was once again seated in his wheelchair. Her anger had been boiling for hours, and she just couldn't stop herself. "How do you say that to a person who just told you about losing her goddamn husband?! Do you have tact whatsoever?" "No, I guess I don't. I warned you when we met that I might offend you with my forthrightness, but I won't apologize for what I said. I may not always have the best timing, Leah, but if what you told me last is any indication, there is no such thing as good timing. I can't keep my feelings to myself, because I don't want to. "I just wanted you to know where I stood, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. That was last thing I wanted to do. I hope you know that." "Goodbye, Jon." With a defeated sigh and a wave to Charlotte through the backseat window, he was off to find his brother. *** Leah and Charlotte had just finished setting out a plate of cookies for Santa when they decided to end their Christmas Eve with mugs of hot chocolate on their front porch. It was cold outside, but they both enjoyed the snow and the added sense of the holidays it brought with it. "Mommy, can I have marshmallows in mine?" "Of course you can. How many do you want?" Leah had thought ahead and brought a bag of them outside with her. "This many," Charlotte answered, holding up three fingers on one hand and four on the other. "Okay. Seven, it is." She then counted out seven marshmallows and plopped them into the warm liquid in her daughter's mug. "After this, you know it's your bedtime, Charlie. You don't want Santa to skip over the house because you're awake, do you?" "No!" "So, what do you most want Santa to bring you tonight, Charlie?" "Jon!" she answered simply. It was like Charlotte had been reading her mind. Leah had been wanting the same someone for weeks now, and she wasn't sure what to do about it. With the way they'd left things, she was positive he wouldn't want to give her the time of day if she tried to apologize, even if it was Christmas. She was worried she'd ruined her chances at a relationship with the second guy she'd ever fallen for. Just the thought of it was enough to ruin the entire holiday for her, and now she was concerned it was ruined for Charlotte, too. "Sweetie, I don't think Jon's coming back anytime soon. Mommy was very angry with him when she shouldn't have been, and she hurt his feelings. I'm sure I'm the last person he wants to see tonight, sweetie. I'm sorry." She spoke through sniffles, unable to hold back her emotions completely. Luckily, she was able to keep the tears at bay. She wasn't going to let herself cry in front of her daughter on Christmas Eve. "No, mommy. It's Jon! He's here!" She was now pointing frantically behind Leah, willing her mother to look over her shoulder. Sure enough, there he was, slowly making his way up her driveway walking away from a cab that was at least fifteen years old. His uneven movement was punctuated by the quiet click-clack sound his crutches made on the snow-covered cement. "Don't be so sure about that, Leah," whispered his all-too-familiar voice when he finally reached the edge of the porch. She looked up at him in awe, unable to form the three words that had been playing in her head for weeks now. "You did hurt me when you turned me down that night, but there's no way I could stay away for that long. These past two weeks have been hell. I've missed you two like crazy. I would have walked over here tonight if I had to, though I have to admit taking a taxi was probably a lot faster." "What about Louie?" Charlotte eagerly asked from her spot on the porch swing. Jon held his arms open to her, and she flung herself into them. "Where's your wheelchair and your old past?" "How could I forget Louie? Of course I missed him, too. My doctor gave me a new cast last week, kiddo. I get to walk around like a big boy again." He gave her a wink before unwrapping his arms around her so she could return to her still-warm, not-quite-hot chocolate. He then turned his attention to the woman standing next to him and reached out for her hand. In a whisper, he asked, "Did you miss me, Leah?" She eagerly squeezed his hand in kind and stood in front of him. "Yes, of course I did. You have no idea the wreck I've been the past couple weeks." He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head into the crook of her neck. "Actually, I think I have a pretty good idea. I'm crazy about you. I love you, Leah. I'm positive of it now. And I don't want you to think you have to say it back to me, because I'm not going anywhere this time. You can't force me out of your life now. I'm in too deep now. You're just going to have to get used to having me around." A New Beginning She giggled at his confession and pulled herself away from him until they were at arms-length. She wanted to be able to see his face when she told him. "I love you, too. I got scared that night, but I think I knew it then, too. I can't promise you I won't get scared again, but what I can promise you is that I'm not afraid to see where we're supposed to end up. I think we owe it to ourselves to find out." He closed his arms around her once more, and she could quickly feel him fishing for something in his coat pocket, though she didn't care enough to find out what it was. She was perfectly content just being held by them that anything else she could have done might have ruined the moment. "I think you owe me a kiss, Leah." When she looked at him with a puzzled expression, he motioned his eyes upward. Hers quickly followed and found the small green mistletoe he was holding directly above them. She had to stifle a laugh when she saw it. "You didn't." "Oh, I did." A New Beginning "Sammy! Sammy come back here you little shit bag!" Jane was starting to regret adopting the 6 month old Beagle who was totally disobedient, had already been expelled from one puppy training class and had now disappeared through I tiny gap in a hedge into someone's garden. She ran across the field and peered through the small hole, pleading with him to come back but she couldn't see him. Standing up and brushing the earth from her jeans, Jane looked around and saw a gate into the garden a few metres away, but on reaching it she found it locked and wasn't tall enough to see over the top. Just as she was jumping up and down trying to see over the gate to catch a glimpse of her errant hound, the gate opened from the inside. "Hello" chuckled a woman dressed in muddy dungarees and flip flops "I assume this little chap is yours?" Jane stared in amazement at Sammy who was sitting obediently at the woman's feet, gently wagging his tail. "I'm so sorry, he just runs off sometimes, I hope he didn't do any damage? How on earth did you manage to catch him and make him sit still?" "I didn't have to catch him, he just ran up to me and then followed me to the gate, didn't you boy?" The dog now wagged his tail furiously whilst having his ears scratched, but still stayed sat in place. "Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you anyway, come on Sammy" and Jane snapped the lead onto the collar and dragged the reluctant dog back across the field. The next couple of days Sammy wasn't too badly behaved; ok so he wasn't exactly obedient but he did come back eventually and when he looked at Jane with those gorgeous butter-wouldn't-melt brown eyes he looked so cute that Jane couldn't entertain thoughts of returning him to the animal shelter. On Saturday morning she walked him through the woods for about 8 miles, returning home via the field near her cottage. You'd have thought Sammy would be tired after a long walk and countless chased squirrels and rabbits but as soon as they went through the gate he darted across the field and ran straight through the gap in the hedge again. Jane sprinted after him until a stitch slowed her down, arriving at the gate hot and breathless, grasping her sides, just as it opened once more. "Hello again, this is becoming a habit! My goodness, you look done in. Come on in and have a cold drink." "That's very kind of you, I assume he's in there somewhere?" panted Jane "Oh yes, he's made himself quite comfortable in fact, come and see." As Jane followed the woman around the corner of the house she couldn't help but notice her arse as she walked, which was straining to escape the tight lycra cycling shorts she was wearing, and the shapely calf muscles beneath. Jane hadn't had a relationship with a woman for many years but since her divorce she had found herself drawn to women more than men. Not that she'd advertised this fact – having recently moved into a sleepy village in the heart of the English countryside and she wasn't sure how people would react. Jane was so busy focusing on the bum in front of her, she nearly ran straight into the woman when she stopped walking, turning to say something to Jane and catching her staring, making Jane's already flushed face turn to scarlet. They were on a south facing patio at the rear of the house and Sammy was curled up, fast asleep on a blanket, on the lawn, in the sunshine. "Oh the little sod! I'm so sorry, let me get him off – he's all muddy!" Jane went to move but found that her arm was caught in a firm grip. "He's fine, leave him. I'm a dog person so I'm used to mud and hair and everything else that comes with them. Come and sit down and I'll find us something to drink." "Thanks, I really appreciate it. I'm Jane by the way" "Nice to meet you Jane, I'm Maggie. Now, would you like lemonade, iced tea, white wine or a cold beer?" "I'll have a beer if that's ok?" Maggie disappeared into the French doors, leaving Jane to admire the views offered by the house being perched on a hillside. Sammy might be a disobedient mutt but you never knew, it looked like she might be able to make a new friend out of his wayward behaviour. Maggie reappeared carrying a try with 2 ice cold bottles of Becks, frosted with condensation, and dishes containing crisps, nuts and olives. She handed Jane a bottle and seated herself next to her at the patio table. "So Jane, tell me about yourself" "Not much to tell really. 32 years old, recently divorced, moved to the village 3 months ago, currently not working. Oh, and I adopted a dog that never listens to a word that I say!" "He is a cutie though isn't he?" smiled Maggie, her eyes crinkling against the sunshine "I don't understand why he keeps running into your garden though. Admittedly he rarely comes back when I call him, but whenever we go into that field he heads straight for that little hole in your hedge!" "Maybe he was trying to introduce us" and this time when Maggie laughed Jane noticed how green her eyes were. "If you've only just moved to the village then I'm guessing you haven't made too many friends yet?" "Not many, no. I've joined the book group but they all seem to be a bit, well a bit, how can I put it...." "FRUMPY!" Maggie finished for her before taking a long slurp from her beer "I used to be a member but the book choices were all so tame and then the talk would always turn to something as thrilling as knitting or cooking or children; not my cup of tea either." "So what do you do Maggie?" "For a living? Not a lot at the moment; officially I'm semi retired but I'm erring more on the retired side at the moment, maybe I'll change my mind when the summer's over. I used to be in investment banking and luckily I got out just before the shit hit the fan, now I run a few people's stock portfolios for them and the commission from that coupled with my own shares provide me with a decent income; I also do some consultancy work when the mood takes me." "You have a beautiful garden – the views are awesome!" "I know, it's what made me buy the house. Do you know that because of the aspect of the hill I can look over two thirds of the village from up here without anyone seeing me! It suits my slightly hermit / voyeuristic nature; I even bought the field next door to make sure no one could develop it and disturb my peace." They chatted easily for the next hour or so with Sammy lazing happily on the blanket, until the sun started to go down and the air turned chilly. "Maggie I really should be going, I've taken up too much of your time already. Thanks so much for the beer and nibbles, chasing that dog is going to land me in hospital with a heart attack one of these days." "Will you be walking him tomorrow? I was wondering if I could tag along? I love walking but it always seems more enjoyable if you've got company and a dog always seems to make it more fun too." "Yes of course, I usually take him out at about 4ish, shall I call in for you on my way, I only live just the other side of the field on Flemming Lane." "That would be great! The gate locks automatically so in case I don't hear you take this key and you can come straight in through the back gate." Jane pocketed the key, put the dog on his lead and walked cheerfully across the field, thanking Sammy for helping her make her first proper friend in the village – she was damned sexy too! At 4 the next afternoon Jane arrived at the gate, key in hand. For some reason she felt nervous about just letting herself in but as she'd been instructed to do just that, she tentatively turned the key in the lock. There was no sign of Maggie as they walked around the back of the house but the patio doors were open, so Jane stuck her head in and called out. There was nothing but silence from inside the house so she stepped inside and called out again. 'Sorry Jane, I didn't realise the time! I'm in the back, come on through. I need to get cleaned up, I won't keep you a minute.' Jane walked into the house, Sammy wagging furiously at the sound of Maggie's voice and pulling at the lead until they found themselves in a light, spacious room full of art supplies. There were canvasses, paints and easels everywhere, with a small potting wheel in one corner. Jane walked around the walls looking at the pictures that were leaning against every available space, in awe of the talent that had managed to capture these amazing scenes with such detail and vibrancy. Suddenly she stopped dead. The picture she was looking at wasn't a landscape but a portrait of an incredibly beautiful woman, reclining in a bath. The woman was covered by water, only exposed from the top of her breasts upwards with one knee rising out of the water but the picture was intensely erotic. 'Hey, sorry to have kept you – I had to go and wash the paint off my hands' and Maggie walked over to Jane and greeted her with a gentle kiss on the cheek. 'No problem' mumbled Jane, feeling like a voyeur at being caught ogling the woman in the picture 'Did you do all of these? They're amazing!' she enthused, noticing the flush of pleasure rising on Maggie's face at the compliment. 'Just a hobby of mine; didn't have much time when I worked but I'm enjoying getting back into it. I see you've found Grace.' 'She's beautiful. I mean the picture is beautiful. Well I guess I mean both. Who is she?' 'I don't know; she's a real person but I've never spoken to her. I saw her face in the street one day and she captured my imagination – that picture was the result. Needless to say it's mostly from imagination since she wasn't naked or in a bath when I saw her.' Jane looked at Maggie curiously, wondering if the inference she was picking up was accurate or just wishful thinking. She couldn't help studying Maggie's eyes as she scrutinised her own picture and she was sure she saw longing in them. Then she got caught looking and suddenly Maggie was laughing at her, causing her to turn away quickly in embarrassment as if her every thought was written on her features. 'I'm sorry Jane, I didn't mean to embarrass you' as she took her elbow and forced her to turn her face back 'but I'm not sorry I caught you looking. I like you and I think we could be friends but you should know that I'm gay. You should also know that I find you attractive and if that spooks you out then please say so. I'm too long in the tooth to pretend to be something I'm not and I don't play games; I won't be crippled if you decide to turn around and walk out but I hope you won't.' Jane laughed at Maggie's frank admission and lifted her eyes to meet her gaze. 'Spooked by you being gay?' she chuckled 'no, just spooked by the fact that every time I check you out you catch me!' and now both women were laughing hard. 'Come on – lets take that walk, we can chat and get to know each other better' They walked for hours across the rolling countryside, Sammy bounding along ahead of them, weaving in and out of the hedgerows as they discussed their lives so far. Jane admitted to being bisexual but with a current leaning toward women and told Maggie of her previous fleeting relationships with women while at university. Of how her marriage had ended in an amicable divorce because they had grown apart and wanted different things from life, boredom finally driving them to separate. She'd been a sales manager for many years and although she found it dull, her career had been going well until the company had been bought out and she'd opted for voluntary redundancy. Now she was deliberately taking some time out to re-evaluate her life and direction, fortunately funded by the redundancy and her share from the sale of her marital home. Maggie in turn shared much about her life. She had always known that she was gay; finally admitting it to herself and the world at large after a few brief and disastrous relationships with men in her late teens. Not being one to live a lie she had always been open about her sexuality and this hadn't helped in the male dominated banking world, although eventually she had been accepted fully due to her work ethic and proven ability. She had lived in London while working but always yearned for the rural lifestyle of her youth, so she and her long term partner of 8 years had started looking for a country retreat for weekends. Unfortunately cancer had claimed her lover before they ever managed to realise their dream. That had been 5 years ago and now and at the age of 44 Maggie finally felt as if she could start to move on with her life again. Eventually they were walking down the lane that contained Jane's little cottage, Sammy obediently walking at heal as if he did it all of the time until they reached Jane's gate, where he jumped up at Maggie almost knocking her off balance. 'I think he's trying to invite you in for a glass of wine' 'Well then, if Sammy's inviting me how could I refuse?' Strangely, while walking and talking for hours Jane had felt completely at ease and the slight sexual tension Jane had felt in Maggie's house had completely disappeared, however once they were inside again Jane felt slightly shy. She ushered Maggie onto the sofa, fed Sammy and poured them both generous glasses of a deep and fruity Merlot, joining Maggie on the sofa, suddenly feeling at a loss for words. 'Is this a comfortable silence or an awkward pause?' Jane looked up into Maggie's eyes, registering the slight concern she saw there. 'I don't know' admitted Jane 'how do you see it?' 'I think that now we're in your personal space rather than in the wide open, you've remembered that I'm attracted to you and you're either working out how to let me down gently or wondering how to take the next step.' 'Bloody hell!' Jane snorted 'you have to be the most straight talking woman I've ever known!' 'No point in keeping secrets, they only come back and bite you on the arse' grinned Maggie 'but I'm right, aren't I?' 'Yes, ok you're right – smart arse! but you're obviously not as clever as you think. If I wasn't attracted to you, you wouldn't keep catching me checking you out, would you?' The two women looked at each other seriously until both their faces cracked with smiles and they burst out laughing, the tension ebbing away and leaving them comfortable with each other once more. 'So, does that mean that if I was to shuffle a little closer on this sofa, and maybe try to kiss you, that you wouldn't run away screaming?' teased Maggie with a raised eyebrow 'Hmmm I'm not sure. I guess you'll just have to try it to find out.' Both women put their glasses down and Jane turned toward Maggie as she slid herself across the leather sofa until their knees were touching. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment until Maggie slowly moved her head and brought her lips to within an inch of Jane's. 'Now's the time to run honey' and she gently brushed her lips across Jane's, who sighed as if in relief. 'Ok?' 'Still not sure, you better try it again just to be on the safe side' This time Maggie kissed her more firmly, her lips staying longer and exerting more force before once again pulling back and looking enquiringly into Jane's eyes. 'I think it's ok but I still need some more convincing' said in the most serious voice she could muster under the circumstances. 'You asked for it!' and Maggie slid her hand into the hair at the base of Jane's neck and drew her toward her, claiming her mouth and licking gently at her lips until they parted, allowing Maggie's tongue free access to roam and explore. Jane was no mere observer in this kiss – she returned it passionately, suddenly remembering how soft and sweet and sensuous it could be to kiss another woman, losing herself in the feelings Maggie was provoking. 'Mmmmm that was nice.' purred Jane 'I'd forgotten what that felt like.' 'Being kissed or being kissed by a woman?' 'Both; but especially being kissed by a damn sexy woman with soft, sweet lips like yours. Do it again – please.' Jane had no concept of time passing; all thoughts eradicated by the sensation of kissing Maggie, until on opening her eyes she noticed it was starting to get dark. She unravelled her arms from around Maggie's neck and sat back, looking at her new friend in the half light and seeing the look of contentment on her face. The room had started to grow chilly as the late summer evening descended and she noticed goosebumps on her arms, although she wasn't sure if they were caused by the cool air or the kisses. It had so sweet; unhurried, unpressured, no fumbling or pawing at each other – just kissing, and it had been wonderful. Maggie stroked the side of Jane's face with her thumb, looking at her almost sorrowfully. 'Although I'd love to keep doing this all night, I have a rare appointment with one of my investment clients this evening; I really need to leave.' 'That's a shame, I was about to ask you to stay for dinner.' 'I tell you what – how about I pick you up here at 7pm tomorrow evening and take you out for dinner. I know it sounds corny but I'd like to take you out on a date, would that be ok?' Jane smiled, her disappointment at Maggie leaving evaporating instantly. 'Sounds lovely, where are we going and what should I wear?' 'Something comfortable, nothing too formal. You'll look lovely in anything you wear.' and with that she kissed Jane once more and was gone down the lane, disappearing into the increasing gloom of the darkening evening with a wave. Jane woke the next morning with the remnants of a dream floating in her head. A dream where she was kissing a beautiful woman who was soft and fragrant – holy shit! Not a dream but a memory! Then she remembered about their date tonight, leapt out of bed and into the shower before tossing every item of clothing she owned onto her bed, trying to decide what to wear. The day dragged by interminably slowly. She tried to carry on as normal but thoughts of Maggie kept invading her brain and she couldn't help wondering if they'd end up in bed. She hadn't had any kind of sexual encounter in far too long and was undeniably horny – still, sometimes waiting and enjoying the anticipation was nice too. She managed to get through the day without calling Maggie, walked Sammy a bit early and returned to the house in plenty of time to get ready. She took a long, leisurely bath, shaved her legs and arm pits (just in case) and then wondered if she should shave her pussy. She knew other women did it, had heard that it heightened sensation but she was too afraid. What if she didn't do it right? What if 'tonight was the night' and she was crippled with shaving rash? No, tonight she would just be neatly trimmed. Eventually she settled on wearing a pair of loose fitting, midnight blue silk trousers with a white shirt that she knew was slightly see through and after checking herself in the mirror, decided to remove her bra. She liked the effect. Her boobs were small enough to get away with being unfettered and you could just see the outline of her nipples through the fabric – perfect! At precisely 7pm the bonnet of a sleek, black Mercedes pulled up to the gate; it wasn't until Jane rounded the hedge that she realised that it wasn't just any Mercedes – it was a limousine! The driver was just climbing out of the car and as he opened the back door for Jane she could smell Maggie's perfume. She peered into the interior of the car to find Maggie sat right at the back, reclined on the huge seat, talking on her mobile. She grinned at Jane and waved her into the car and onto the seat beside her, mouthing apologies for the phone call. A couple of minutes later Maggie hung up the phone, took Jane's hand and looked deeply into her eyes before leaning forward and kissing her. Jane had been looking forward to this moment all day and she instantly felt her body respond to the intimacy, her pussy tingling and her nipples jumping to attention. A New Beginning 'Hey Honey, you look divine.' 'Thank you, so do you. My god, when you take a girl out you don't do it by halves do you!'. Maggie chuckled 'What this?' as she gestured expansively around the inside of the car 'you should see what happens on the second date! Actually the client that I met with last night is very rich and happens to be a dear friend; he doesn't mind me borrowing his car and chauffeur when he's not using them.' 'So, where are we going in such style?' 'Wait and see. Now, let's see what we have in here.' Maggie leaned over and pressed a panel which slid back to reveal crystal decanters of whiskey and brandy and a small fridge, from which she removed a well chilled bottle of champagne. 'Shall we?' she said with a flourish as she lifted two crystal flutes out of another compartment. The champagne was delicious and they finished the bottle on the 45 minute journey, talking and kissing the whole time in the back of the luxurious vehicle and Jane had been so distracted that when the car stopped she had absolutely no idea where they were or even which direction they'd travelled in. The driver opened the door for them and they climbed out onto what appeared to be a very seedy residential street. 'Ok, so no wonder you didn't want to tell me where you were taking me.' stated Jane with a puzzled look on her face 'and just where in gods name are we and why?' 'Doubting me are you? You'll see.' Maggie smirked and linked her arm through Jane's, leading her toward a set of narrow, dirty, concrete steps to the basement of a very ordinary looking town house. Knocking on an old door, pale blue paint peeling from the wood, Maggie turned to Jane and laughed at the horrified look on her face. 'Trust me Hon, I promise you'll like it. You're actually very privileged to be here and I only got our reservation confirmed just in time – that's who I was on the phone to in the car.' After a short wait the door opened and one of the tallest women Jane had ever seen stood on the threshold scowling - until she saw her visitors. 'Maggie you old scoundrel! I couldn't believe it when Evie said you'd called – it's been bloody years!' and the two women hugged tightly. 'I know, I'm sorry I left it so long. It was kind of hard you know? We had so many good times here before she got ill, I just couldn't bear the memories. I'm glad you managed to fit us in at such short notice.' 'Woman – it would be a cold day in hell before I couldn't manage to find a table for you.' 'Clare, I'd like to introduce to you to Jane; we just met recently and she has no idea what's behind that door, shall we show her?' They walked into a dimly lit hallway with another door at the end, which when opened caused Jane gasp in surprise. It was a large room with a small stage at one end and about 15 tables at well spaced intervals, only one of which, near the stage, didn't already have women sitting at it. 'Oh my god! I would never have guessed this was here' enthused Jane 'I'll leave Evie to take care of you and see you later' and with that Clare kissed them both on the cheek and left as a woman dressed in a fabulously tailored black-tie dinner suit approached them and planted the biggest kiss on Maggie's lips – Mmmmwaah! 'Hey gorgeous, time's treated you well, you look great! I'm so pleased to see you!' and she grabbed both of their arms and took them to the empty table, handed them some menus and disappeared, promising to return in a couple of minutes. Jane just stared at Maggie in absolute wonder. It seemed that she was just full of surprises and Jane couldn't remember the last time someone took so much trouble to ensure she had a good time. 'Told you you'd like it.' 'Damn I'd like to kiss you right now, you dark horse!' 'Don't let me stop you. I'm sure you've noticed that everyone here is female and every one of them is gay, so I'm sure no one would mind.' and she leant across the table and kissed Jane square on the lips, casual at first but deepening to the sort of kiss that leaves nothing open to interpretation, again making Jane's body snap to attention. Maggie explained that her and Evie had known each other for most of their lives, had even had a brief fling once, many years ago but that Evie had been committed to Clare for the last 15 years. They had opened this private members club for lesbians about 12 years ago and Maggie and her partner had been regulars before the cancer set in and she hadn't been back since her death. 'I thought now was a good time to wave goodbye to past sorrows and say hello to the future.' The menu was small and limited but it all sounded lovely and eventually both women settled for steaks with a blue cheese sauce, fries and salad which they ordered from Evie when she returned with complementary glasses of champagne. As their food arrived the lights dimmed even further and the curtain around the stage drew back to reveal a piano and 2 stools, one of which next to a guitar rack holding several instruments. Clare appeared on stage and stepped up to the microphone. 'Ladies and Ladies, welcome. I know she's been away for a while and believe me I've missed her as much as you, but we can't begrudge the girl an education; please welcome back the amazing Charlie!' The audience were whistling and clapping madly; Charlie was obviously popular and the noise level increased further when a strikingly beautiful woman of about 25, who was easily as tall as Clare walked across the stage, grabbed a guitar and sat on the stool in front of the microphone. 'Ok, thank you, thank you THANK YOU!' until eventually the noise subsided. Clare had sat at the piano and as the first few notes of 'That 'Ole Devil Called Love' started to drift out into the room Jane thought she had died and gone to heaven. Charlie's voice was incredibly smoky and soulful, but with a power and finesse that stopped all other noise in the room. Jane looked up to find Maggie smiling at her and silently mouthed 'How did you know?' Maggie leaned over, and kissed Jane before whispering in her ear 'I snuck a peek at you CD collection yesterday – it seems we have a love of old Blues and Jazz in common. Don't forget to eat, this steak is heavenly.' After about 40 minutes Clare and Charlie left the stage for a break and headed toward their table, Charlie rushing up to Maggie and flinging her arms around her. 'Auntie Maggie! How are you? I'm so pleased you're here!' 'My god Charlie, you've grown into an absolute stunner! Jane, this is Charlie, Clare's daughter, star of the show and probably the only straight woman in the room. We got lucky tonight, she's been away at university. How are the studies going Charlie?' 'All finished, I'm now qualified to teach music! I much prefer performing it but it's nice to have another string to my bow, so to speak. It's nice to meet you Jane, I'm glad you gave Maggie a reason to come back and visit us, it's been way too long.' They chatted for another few minutes before Clare and her daughter excused themselves to freshen up before the second act, leaving Maggie and Jane alone. 'Oh Maggie this is wonderful, how can I ever thank you?' 'I'm sure I'll think of something. You could kiss me again as a start.' Jane scooted her chair around so that she was sitting much closer to Maggie, rested her hand on her thigh and leaned in to kiss her new found friend. Without realising what she was doing she started tracing patterns on Maggie's thigh as they kissed, until Maggie moaned slightly into her mouth before pulling away and looking into Jane's eyes once more; eyes darkening as her pupils dilated. 'You need to stop doing that or I'm going to rip your clothes off right here and now.' she growled huskily as she grabbed Jane's wrist. 'Mmm that sounds nice but how about we wait until we get home?' The second act was as mesmerising as the first but Jane was finding it hard to concentrate. She was sitting close enough to Maggie for them to exchange gentle touches and caresses and they were driving each other insane. It was obvious from the look in their eyes that they both wanted the same thing and sitting still, listening to the soulful, sexy, bluesy music was an exquisite torture. A few couples got up to dance and Maggie took Jane's hand, leading her onto the floor where they danced close together, their bodies pressed against each other as their hands meandered ceaselessly over sensuous curves. Clare and Charlie finished their set and Maggie called them over, with Evie also arriving at the table to take Clare into her arms and kiss her deeply, congratulating them on how well they had performed. 'Ladies, that was a fabulous evening, thank you. I promise I won't leave it so long next time, but Jane and I have to go now.' 'So soon Auntie Maggie, we haven't had time to have a proper chat?' 'Charlie, I think they have other things on their mind tonight Hon' chuckled Evie 'We'll have to hold Maggie to her promise to come back soon and chat with her and Jane then.' After much goodbye hugging and kissing the two women finally made it out into the cool night air and into the waiting limo, where they sunk gratefully into the deep leather back seat, making out like horny teenagers. Maggie spoke to the driver, asking to be warned when they were 5 minutes away from home. Then she pressed buttons that raised a black partition between them and the driver and stopped the driver being able to hear them; turning to Jane with a wicked grin. 'Ever made love in the back of a Limo?' 'Not yet.' and she started to unbutton her shirt, slowly revealing her bare breasts as Maggie looked on, transfixed. As more flesh was revealed Maggie couldn't help removing Jane's hands and undoing the buttons herself, until the shirt was fully undone and she could slip the material off her shoulders, letting it fall onto the seat. With full access Maggie now ran the tips of her fingers down from Jane's throat, in between her breasts and down to the waistband of her trousers, where she lingered slightly at the fastening, checking Jane's eyes for approval. Seeing only lust, Maggie undid the trousers and as Jane raised her hips she pulled them over her legs. She was about to perform the same manoeuvre with Jane's silky panties when she was stopped by a single word 'Unfair!' So she sat still and allowed Jane to lift her top over her head, revealing her large, lace encased breasts. Jane ran her fingers over them lightly making Maggie hiss as her nails crossed the stiff nipples, before leaning forward and kissing Maggie fiercely as she undid the clasp to set them free. Maggie, in the meantime was already shimmying out of her skirt to speed the process up and when they were both down to their panties they looked at each other with undeniable hunger on their faces. Jane dived on top of Maggie, pinning her to the seat beneath them as she took one of Maggie's distended nipples into her mouth, kneading and sucking until Maggie was moaning in pleasure beneath her, but Maggie wanted access to Jane as well and even the huge limousine seat didn't offer enough space, so they quickly rolled off onto the plush carpet. Jane found their situations reversed with Maggie now having the upper hand, her own nipples were now being pinched and suckled. No one had lavished so much attention on her tits since she had last been with a woman in college and she had forgotten how sweet it could be to have your breasts worshipped and adored for their own sake, rather than just a means to an end. She managed to move out from under Maggie so that they were laying side by side, staring into each other's eyes before their mouths danced together once more and their hands wandered. It had been a long time since Jane had felt this sexually aggressive but the combination of abstinence and it being a long time since she'd made love to a woman was driving her actions. As they kissed she slipped her hands down the front of Maggie's panties, her finger slipping easily into the wet, silky folds of flesh and sliding over her button with ease as her mouth captured a nipple and sucked hungrily. 'Oh sweet Jesus!' cried Maggie as her back arched, forcing her nipple further into Jane's eager mouth. Jane lavished attention on both of Maggie's stiff nipples before sitting up and grasping the waistband of her panties and pealing them down her legs. The aroma of Maggie's sex filled the car spurring Jane's desire even further, so she slipped between Maggie's thighs and gently lapped at her clit. 'Ok, now you're not being fair!' squealed Maggie 'Get those of and sit on my face.' Jane wasn't about to argue and soon she was lowering her own dripping sex onto Maggie's waiting mouth. They ate each other furiously, slurping loudly and moaning with abandon – giggling like school girls when the car went over a speed hump, until they both cried out in a fast and furious mutual orgasm, coming down just in time to grin at each other sheepishly when the driver warned them they were five minutes from home. 'I want more' murmured Jane as she kissed the slick juices from Maggie's face, while trying to do her buttons up. 'Come back to my place, you can have as much as you like.' 'I can't. Sammy will need to be let out by now, why don't you come to mine?' 'OK, but we need to swing past my house first.' Maggie instructed the driver and they made a quick stop at Maggie's house, Jane waiting in the car as she ran inside and returned a few minutes later carrying a holdall. As they pulled up outside Jane's house they could hear Sammy barking furiously and Jane hurried to open the door to let him out, but rather than run into the garden to relieve himself he ran straight up to Maggie and waited for his head to be scratched first. 'Not only is that dog disobedient, he's a bloody traitor too!' laughed Jane as Sammy completely ignored her. Once inside the cottage they kissed deeply once more. The urgency had gone but the passion remained and they savoured each other's mouths as their hands slowly caressed. 'Shall we take this upstairs?' asked Jane as she took Maggie's hand and led her toward her bedroom. Having stripped out of their clothes once more, they stood and appreciated each other for a moment. Maggie was slightly slimmer than Jane and had an incredible body for someone of 44, especially since she apparently objected to most forms of exercise and Jane was instantly drawn back to her large breasts. They seemed to call out to her, begging to be sucked, the nipples scrunched up and waiting eagerly. Jane encouraged Maggie to sit at the end of the bed with her legs apart so she could kneel on the floor in between her knees. She caressed Maggie's thighs as she sucked and nibbled on her breasts, feeling finger nails raking her back and shoulders as her lover's moans became an audible expression of her arousal and need. Jane pushed Maggie back onto the bed and lifted her legs over her shoulders, her dripping sex open before her, calling her inexorably forward until she was painting her tongue in broad, flat strokes over the entire area, tasting the slickness that was oozing freely from Maggie's cunt. She easily slipped 2 fingers quickly and deeply into the waiting void, pumping them furiously as she took her distended clit into her mouth and sucked while flicking it with her tongue. Maggie was already highly aroused and it took no time at all before she was crying in out ecstasy as her climax tore through her body, leaving her flushed and gasping for air. Jane climbed up onto the bed and kissed her deeply as she basked in the afterglow, loving the fact that she had caused Maggie to be in this state. Maggie wasn't calm for long though, the kisses serving to enflame her passion once more and she was determined to give as good as she got. She reached over and grabbed her holdall from beside the bed, sitting with it on her lap as that wicked grin returned once more. 'What was your favourite position with your husband?' she asked as her eyes danced with mischief 'Hmmm, doggy style I think. I liked to be able to play with myself as he fucked me from behind.' 'Nice. Want to try it with me?' and she reached into the bag and withdrew a leather harness with a nicely sized dildo attached. Jane helped Maggie to buckle herself in and presented herself on all fours; arse in the air and a pillow under her head so that she only had to support herself on one arm. Maggie lay underneath her and pulled Jane's sex down onto her face. She had wanted to make sure that Jane was wet enough but there was no need; it was obvious as soon as she parted her swollen lips that Jane was more than ready and after just a few minutes of oral attention she was begging Maggie to fuck her. Maggie slid out from underneath and positioned herself behind Jane, caressing her arse cheeks as she positioned the head of the phallus against her opening. 'How do you like it Honey?' she asked as she teased Jane by slipping the head just inside and then removing it repeatedly, building Jane's expectations with every false start. 'Right now - hard and fast!' squealed Jane as she pushed herself back, trying to impale herself. Maggie teased her another couple of times before suddenly thrusting all of the way in, filling Jane completely and taking her by surprise, making her grunt in satisfaction and pushing the knobbles on the harness against Maggie's clit. Maggie used long, firm strokes; withdrawing the dildo almost completely before thrusting back in again; loving the squelching noises as Jane's copious juices were displaced by her actions. 'Oh shit that's good!' Jane could feel Maggie's breasts on her back with each thrust and it served to heighten the experience even further. The woman certainly knew how to wield her toy and she was varying her strokes now, keeping Jane on the edge, never quite hard enough or fast enough for long enough for Jane to fall into the abyss but keeping her balanced on a knife edge of tortuous pleasure. Eventually Maggie leaned down over Jane's back and breathed into her ear 'play with yourself Honey' and as Jane's practised fingers strummed her clit she pounded into her from behind, grasping onto her hips for purchase as she filled her over and over, gritting her teeth to delay her own dangerously close release. Very soon Jane was whimpering as she got closer and closer until she cried 'Oh fuck yes!' her body shuddering and stiffening as the waves engulfed her, Maggie crying out behind her she too allowed herself to fall into a well of pleasure. They lay entwined, the harness discarded somewhere on the floor, the duvet covering their naked bodies as they gently kissed and caressed, glowing from the tips of their toes to their smiling faces. Maggie stroked Jane's face tenderly and kissed the tip of her nose. 'I have to be up really early in the morning and I'll try not to wake you, so please don't worry if I'm gone when you surface.' 'Do you have plans for tomorrow?' 'I have some work I need to do first thing but I'll be free from about 11am, why don't you and Sammy come for lunch?' Sleepily Jane agreed before they dozed off, wrapped securely in each other's arms. ----------------------------------------------- Jane awoke to feel someone pressing against her back and rolled over to kiss Maggie, only to find that Sammy was curled up on the bed next to her. Her raised his head and jumped up, barking his good mornings as he licked Jane's face in greeting. She stumbled into the bathroom on shaky legs, her muscles aching – last night had been the best workout she'd had in years and she decided that sex was definitely the best way to exercise! She showered with a huge smile on her face before dressing quickly, grabbing Maggie's key and taking Sammy out for a walk across the fields, happy in the knowledge that their walk would end up at Maggie's gate. A New Beginning As usual, as soon as they entered Maggie's field Sammy took off at a run, disappearing through the hedge. Jane opened the gate and let herself in, calling out to Maggie as she stuck her head inside the open door. 'We're in the kitchen, come on through.' Jane was a bit miffed when she hear the word 'we'. She was expecting it to just be the two of them but she had to laugh when she entered the large kitchen to find Sammy already there and making himself quite at home on a small sofa. Maggie grinned at her widely and opened her arms, welcoming Jane into them and making her feel as if she'd come home as they kissed languidly. 'Morning Sweetie, did you sleep well? You looked so cute snuggled up asleep it was all I could do to tear myself out of your bed this morning.' 'Thanks to you wearing me out I slept like the dead! What time did you get up?' 'About 7ish. I hope you didn't mind Sammy being on the bed? He jumped up as soon as I got out and I didn't have the heart to move him.' There were wafts of something delicious coming from the oven and a freshly made salad sat in a glass bowl on the counter next to hunks of crusty bread and butter. 'That smells scrummy!' enthused Jane as her stomach growled, reminding her that she'd skipped breakfast. 'what're we having?' 'Lasagne; it's one of my favourites but I'm not good at making it in small portions so it's nice to have someone over to help me eat it.' 'Oh my god!' exclaimed Jane as she pulled Maggie tightly against her 'You're gorgeous, you're a financial wizard, you're an amazing artist and you cook too? I'm never letting you go!' and she kissed her deeply, her actions reinforcing the words that somewhere inside her, she knew to be true. 'Come with me I have something to show you' and Maggie took her hand as they wandered into the bright studio. There was an easel with a cloth over it, which Maggie removed with a flourish to reveal a charcoal drawing of a sleeping woman. She was laying on her side, her arm supporting her head, the covers just low enough to reveal one small pert breast, her face serene and beautiful in her repose. Jane peered closely at the picture, admiring the detail and depth supplied by the careful and clever use of shading and light, finally focusing on the face and crying 'Oh my god; that's me!' Maggie was stood behind her anxiously, it had been a long time since she'd sketched someone she knew and her artist's vanity was dying for approval. She needn't have worried, Jane turned to her with tears in her eyes and kissed her again. 'It's beautiful; You've made me look beautiful; oh Maggie I love it!' 'Then it's yours. I'll frame it for you and you can hang it in the loo or somewhere.' 'I'm not hiding it away on the toilet! In fact I think it would look nice over my bed.' She took Maggie's hands and kissed the back of her fingers before turning them over and kissing the palms. 'You have very talented hands Maggie.' 'Oh yes?' came the reply, an arched eyebrow indicating that Maggie wasn't just considering her artistic talents 'and in just what way are they talented?' Jane picked up on the inference and beamed a smile at her new friend, kissing her lightly on the mouth but pulling away before Maggie could deepen the kiss further. 'Well, for one thing they make a wonderful smelling lasagne and I'm starving!' and she laughingly dragged Maggie back into the kitchen. They ate lunch outside in the garden with Sammy bounding around chasing squirrels as they wiped the last of the lasagne off their plates with warm bread. The good food and the cold, crisp Chablis had made Jane drowsy, so they moved onto a blanket on the lawn and lay under the sun's soothing rays, dozing and holding hands. Jane woke to Sammy licking her face and Maggie's laughing voice scolding him gently. 'Oh look what you've done now dog, you've gone and woken her up!' Jane opened bleary eyes and pushed Sammy away so she could sit up, finding Maggie sat on a lawn chair with a sketch pad on her lap. 'So this is how it's going to be huh? Every time I fall asleep you're going to draw pictures of me?' 'Yup! That's the problem with having an artist as your girlfriend I'm afraid.' And Maggie sat on the blanket with Jane and kissed her deeply until she was thoroughly awake. Suddenly Jane pulled away – Maggie's words finally making their way into her brain. 'You just called me your girlfriend!' 'I know; was it too presumptuous of me? I'd certainly like to think this was going somewhere rather than just a brief fling. I love your company and I think you're sexy as hell and in my opinion they're both good girlfriend qualities. I guess the question is – do you want to be my girlfriend?' 'Well that depends.' Smirked Jane 'How do I know that you'll always be as good as last night and that it wasn't just a fluke?' There was only one sensible way to answer that, so Maggie pushed Jane back onto the blanket and set about removing her clothes, swatting Jane's hands away as she started to protest, reminding her that no one could see them. Jane didn't take much convincing and instead started to help the process by shimmying out of her shorts, finally laying back on the blanket completely naked and exposed to the sun's rays and the gentle breeze, her nipples hardening instantly at the sensation and the feeling of naughtiness. She looked up at Maggie and saw the way her eyes were travelling over her body, her pupils darkening with desire as she drank in the sight before her; finally managing to tear her gaze away long enough to quickly remove her own clothes. Laying down on the blanket again she gazed in to Jane's eyes as one hand languidly caressed the soft skin from mid thigh, up across her tummy to just under her breasts, making Jane shiver with anticipation. Maggie's touch was feather light as she traced patterns on the soft skin of Jane's rib cage, teasingly close to those perky breasts but veering away to stroke Jane's arm, shoulder and neck as she bent low to kiss Jane's eagerly parted lips. Jane knew what she wanted and wasn't about to be denied, so she grabbed Maggie's hips and pulled her body down until it was covering her own; their warm, soft skin joining together and causing small fires to start in Jane's body. Maggie groaned at the glorious contact and moved slightly so that she straddled Jane's thigh while she inserted her own up against Jane's pussy, feeling the moisture that had already gathered in anticipation leave a slippery trail as she moved. Jane gasped into Maggie's mouth, pushing her thigh up into Maggie, the two women quickly finding a rhythm as they writhed against each other, the glorious friction causing them both to moan out loud into their kisses as their arousal soared to a finale that had them both calling out the other's name as they peeked in unison. Maggie's sated body slumped down onto Jane, who wrapped her arms and legs around her new lover, holding her tightly in place as their sweaty skin melded together. She nuzzled her face into Maggie's neck, kissing the tender skin and nibbling on her ear lobe. 'ok, so you passed the test' she whispered gently, smiling into her lovers neck 'I'd love to be your girlfriend.' A New Beginning This new chapter in our lives began when we were invited to a small select party, which was being held at the home of someone I knew from work. One of the other guests, a handsome, slightly more mature man, had appeared to be quite taken with my wife and he had rather monopolised her time for most of the evening. As we were leaving at the end of the evening, he asked if he could speak with us privately and walked with us down the short drive to our waiting taxi. He apologised for having taken up so much of my wife's time that evening, but he explained that he had a vacancy for a 'personal assistant' but he was having difficulty finding the right person to fill it. He said my wife had mentioned she had been looking for a position for some time and he thought that my wife might be suitable for the position he had available. Handing me his card he said, "Talk it over between yourselves, but if she is interested she should attend at this address at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon for a more formal interview." My wife was quite excited as we returned home that night. She said that although the dress she was wearing was a little more daring than her usual attire and he had asked one or two rather personal questions during the evening, he had been polite and not tried to guide her into a quiet room to take advantage of her having had one or two more drinks than she was used to. She admitted that he had kissed her a couple of times during the evening, but even that had not been too suggestive of him expecting more. I must admit that I was a little surprised at that; because while there had been nothing too openly outrageous happening at the party, I had noticed that people seemed to be 'pairing up' with people they hadn't arrived with and then going missing for a while together. It didn't take too much imagination to work out what was going on when they were away from the main party. On the invitation the evening had been described as 'A friendly gathering of likeminded adults' and the dress for the evening was given as 'Modest but ...' That was the reason my wife had chosen to wear the dress she had, with my full approval I might add. I had heard a rumour that these parties catered for people with a more 'open' lifestyle and I had kind of hoped that at some point in the evening she too might 'go missing' with a new 'friend' but it hadn't happened. From the moment her escort had begun chatting to her the other men at the party, although they drifted up to them and spoke, soon moved on to speak to other ladies. The next day she left to attend the interview with her friend from the party, while I waited at home. When she returned she seemed nervous, but excited. She was a little flushed and as she sat at the dining table across from me, she was finding it difficult to sit still. I sat quietly as she explained that the new job she had applied for had certain conditions attached to it that she hadn't anticipated. "In order to be considered for this position, not only do I have to agree to certain conditions, but I also have to explain to you what these conditions entail and I must have your approval that I may fully comply with them" she said. "He insists that you must understand what these conditions entail before I accept the position." "So, what are these conditions" I asked. She stood and moved around the table to stand in front of me. Then she lifted her skirt to show that although she had been wearing them when she went out, she was now wearing neither tights nor panties. "The main one is that there is a dress code I must comply with" she said, "Trousers are never to be worn and at all times I will have to be like this under my skirt." Then she looked down at the floor and blushed. "There are some other conditions too I have to explain ... But I think you can work out what they might be about for yourself." "He has insisted that I know and understand these conditions of your employment. Does this mean you have already agreed to these conditions?" I ask. "I have to meet him for dinner at 7:30 tonight to give him our decision." "So it is our decision" I said, "Can I assume that this 'dress code' that he insists on will be in force this evening?" "If I wish to accept the job, to show our full acceptance of the conditions, no underwear at all will be permitted this evening. I can wear stockings, but they will have to be hold-ups, as a suspender belt would be considered underwear, so are not permitted tonight. Also I must wear light, fairly loose evening wear, nothing tight or too heavy and the skirt must be no more than one inch below knee length." "I see" I said, "Do you have any hold-up stockings?" She reached into her bag and took out an expensive looking, brand new pair of black hold-ups..."I bought these on my way home" she said. "I take it then that you wish to accept this offered position, even with these ... 'unusual' conditions attached to it?" I ask. "You are aware that if you are dressed in accordance with these instructions, we must assume that he is going to want to enforce one of the 'other' conditions later in the evening. Are you prepared for and ready to accept that this is going to happen?" My wife looked down at the floor ... "I would like to accept the offered position" she said, "The salary and the benefits he has described are beyond anything I could have dreamed of anywhere else. You have suggested a few times that you would like me to consider us finding another man to be involved in our relationship. We both find that prospect exciting and I thought this would only be the same as us doing that." "That was just as a fantasy, this would be for real" I said, "Do you think you are ready to move beyond that as a fantasy and make it a reality? Is this person someone you would be willing to accept into our bed? You must be sure, because if you accept this job, it is obvious to me that you will be accepting that as well. Knowing you have accepted that and given the way you are expected to be dressed, there is no question that tonight he intends to fuck you. I assume that being available for him in this way is another one of those 'conditions' you assume I can work out for myself?" "Would it excite you if I went to dinner with another man, with him knowing I am naked under my dress and that by meeting him like this we have agreed to him exercising his option, that he is going to fuck me later in the evening?" I thought for a moment and then said, "Yes it would excite me - It would excite me very much, but I think you know that already." "Then I had better go and get ready for my dinner date" she said. At the door she stopped and turned around. "There is one other condition" she said, "But it is just for this evening. He said you have to take me to the restaurant and hand me over to him. This will show your acceptance of our arrangement and confirm you will not make a fuss if I am late home tonight, or any other time, when I am required to attend future 'social and business functions' with him. ..."So, basically he is asking my permission to fuck you, not only tonight but whenever he wants to?" She nodded, "By handing me over to him for this evening, he will take that as your agreement to our acceptance of all of his conditions." "If you really have decided you wish to accept this position" I said,"You had better go and get ready. I will get the car out because we will need to leave in around 30 minutes if you are not going to be late." - We arrived at the restaurant at 7:26, to find he was standing, slightly in shadow, in the doorway of the shop next door to the restaurant. He made no move towards the car so I stopped the engine and went round to open the door for my wife. Offering her my hand she took it and she stepped out of the car. My wife looked as lovely tonight as I had ever seen her. She was wearing a slightly flared black skirt and a modest cream coloured blouse, with a light jacket around her shoulders. Walking her across to the man who was going to become her new boss I placed her hand in his. ... "Have a nice evening dear" I said and then looking at him I asked, "Will you arrange for her transport home later?" "It will be taken care of, I will make sure she gets home safely" he replied. I was about to leave when my wife looked up and down the street, which was deserted, and said, "Just one moment dear". Lifting her skirt she slid down and stepped out of the pair of black lace panties I hadn't realised she was wearing. "I won't need these tonight" she said, handing them to me with a nervous smile, "Perhaps you could take them home for me." Her new boss smiled, "A very nice touch" he said, "The position is yours my dear, providing of course you now are fully compliant with my instructions." She blushed and looked down at the ground. "I now fully comply with your instructions Sir" she said, "I am at your service should you wish to check." "Raise your skirt" he ordered. Without hesitation, on a public street in town, my usually modest wife raised her skirt to her waist. She held it there while he looked at her body, checking that, above the top of her hold up stockings, she was naked to the waist. Putting his hand on her knee, he began to slowly slide his hand up her leg. His fingers moved inwards to touch her other thigh and without a word, or hesitation, my wife opened her legs to allow his hand to slip between her thighs. As his hand continued on its upward path, she opened her legs further to allow him access to her pussy. Without a word being said he inserted two fingers into my wife's vagina. She was still holding her skirt up, looking down at the pavement and, although she said nothing, there was a quick intake of breath as his fingers pressed deeper into her to massage her 'G spot'. I was amazed that he could just do this, as if it was his right to touch her in this way. Even though this was a quiet street, it was near the centre of town and, as he fingered her, he didn't seem in the least concerned that this was a public place and that her husband was watching him do it. He then removed his fingers and put them into his mouth to taste her juices. "Very nice my dear" he said, "And acceptably wet. You may now lower your skirt and then you will undo your top." Once again, without any hesitation, not even looking to check that the street was still empty, she smoothed down her skirt and then undid her blouse, holding it open to show that both of her breasts were completely bare. "Well done my dear" he said, as he gently squeezed her breast and flicked her already hard nipple with his thumb. I could tell from the way her nipples were so stiff that she was already very aroused. "You may now adjust your dress" he said, "This is a respectable establishment and it wouldn't do for us to be seen with you improperly dressed." He looked at me, "I knew last night that I had chosen the right lady for this position. You will be waiting up to welcome her when she returns home tonight. She may be a little late as, I am sure you realise, there are things I will need to confirm with your wife at my apartment, after dinner. That will be all. Goodnight." That was it, I was dismissed. I returned to my car and as I started the engine I watched him inspect my wife to see she was fully dressed again, and then lead her into the restaurant. At home alone I spent the evening wondering what she was doing and how far her new boss was going to expect her to adhere to his 'conditions'. I had no doubt he was going to fuck her, but what other requirements did he have that she hadn't expanded upon. Her completely submissive response to his orders outside the restaurant had, I must admit, surprised me. - The next time I saw my wife was in the early hours of the morning. She was literally glowing with excitement about how wonderful her evening had been. She said that he had agreed that it would still be appropriate for me to perform 'cleaning duties' for her this evening. The reason for this concession was obvious. He wanted me to know that, although she was still married to me, he now owned her and that I was now her cuckold. I fulfilled my duties as he had requested, tasting for the first time another man's cum, mixed with the juices from my wife's pussy. I must admit that was a situation I had wanted to experience for some time. - The next morning she informed me that, this weekend she would be acting as the hostess at a select party for some of his closest friends; at his country residence and that I would be expected to attend to assist with the drinks and whatever other duties I was required to perform. She was to shop for a suitable dress for the party, using the company credit card he had given her. He had told her that she should look for something, more opaque than completely 'see through' but he wanted it to be clear to his guests that she was once again complying with the dress code he had imposed and she had accepted last night. Although she would not be available to his guests as such, he would take great pleasure in knowing they were wishing that she was and her attire should ensure that his guests would be envying him his position in her bed. "He wants them all to desire me but they will all know I am for his use alone" she said, "You will be introduced as my husband, but he will make it plain that even you are not allowed to touch me until after this weekend is over, when he will once again grant you permission to resume your place in my life. When he takes me at the party he wants everybody there, including you, to wish they were him." "This is a special gathering where the guests will all be influential people. He assures me it would be to your advantage if you were prepared to be fully compliant with their wishes. There will be some mature ladies present, whose husbands would look with favour on someone who was prepared to assist their wives with their enjoyment of the weekend, while they are otherwise engaged with one of the other ladies who will be present for them. Of course, some of the female guests may wish to take their pleasure with those ladies too, but you are to be on hand in case you are required. He does not want them to feel they have not been catered for while planning the weekend's activities." - On the Saturday morning we arrived at his country home at just after 10:30. The guests were not due to arrive until after lunch and we were briefed on our duties for the weekend. There was one other man present, my colleague from work who grinned at me and said these weekends were the highlight of his year. His wife was also present as one of the three other ladies, who would all be wearing a 'saucy French maid's costume' although none of the ladies would be wearing panties, to ensure they would be available to the guests at all times. The only exception was my wife, whose dress, while it left very little to the imagination, set her apart from the rest of us as the hostess for the weekend. While the guests could look, it would be made very clear that my wife was not to be touched by anyone other than the host, whether male or female. I was taken aside after the general briefing and I was told that, if I was asked about my presence by a guest, I was to explain to them that the hostess was actually my wife. Then I was told that, although I would be given more instructions later, following dinner that evening, a divan would be rolled into the dining room and I was to take my place behind it at its foot. I was to be ready to take care of any items that were handed to me. I would then remain standing there while what was going to happen; happened. I must follow whatever instructions the host gave me, and I must follow them to the letter. For that period I would wear the clothing issued to me during diner. He would say no more, but I guessed that whatever was being planned it probably included my wife, and something told me it might take the form of a re-enactment of the submissive role she had assumed outside the restaurant. The guests soon began to arrive and we were all kept busy serving drinks and snacks. The other ladies, dressed as maids, seemed to be in demand, but my wife was fully engaged in greeting the guests with her new boss and fending off any attempts at getting her to show the male guests to their rooms. I soon realised the wives of the guests were looking forward to this weekend as much as their men folk, when one very attractive lady, aged probably in her early 50's, who seemed to have taken quite a shine to me, asked me to show her to her room. After taking her to the room, she closed the door behind us. "Have you been to one of these weekends before" she asked, "Only I don't recall seeing your face." "No Ma-am" I replied, "This is my first time. My wife you have already met, she is the hostess for this weekend." "A beautiful young woman" she said with a smile, "I only wish I could still get away with wearing a dress like she is wearing, but I am afraid the years move on and such things are behind me now." "But you are still a beautiful lady" I told her, "Any man would be proud to have you on his arm for the evening." "Perhaps" she said, "But for now I think I would like some more personal attention." She raised her dress and took down her knickers, revealing a clean shaved pussy. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and, pointing at the floor between her feet she said, "Kneel ... I wish you to show me how you please a lady you think is still beautiful." Dropping to my knees between her legs I leaned forward and proceeded to pleasure her with my tongue. In only a very few minutes it seemed that I was pleasing her very much, judging from the sounds she was making, but just as she was about to climax, the door opened and her husband walked into the room. I must admit, that did put me off for a moment but when I sat back wondering what he would say about me kneeling there licking out his wife's pussy, I soon realised I need not have worried. "Don't stop on my account young man" he said, "She sounds to be enjoying herself so you must be getting it right. When she is happy, I am happy and she then doesn't object if I am discovered later, dallying with one of the maids." Almost as if her husband's presence had triggered her climax, she grabbed my head in her hands and forced my mouth back onto her cunt. Within seconds she climaxed into my mouth. Her juices were sweet but there were a couple of short 'squirts' from her bladder as well That was a sign of her age I suppose, but I swallowed them without comment along with her juices. As she relaxed I sat back onto my heels, "Will there be anything else madam?" I enquired. "Not for the present" she replied, "Can I ask if I am the first lady you have assisted this weekend?" "Yes Ma-am, you are" I replied, "And may I say what an honour it was to be asked to assist in such a lovely lady's enjoyment of the weekend here." "As you are new" she said, "You may not be aware that there is something of a tradition at these events. "Your first lady has the right to request your presence in her bed tonight. If she does not formally request your presence, the next lady you assist can take that right. I am sure you will be in demand during the afternoon and evening, but if any of the other ladies ask you to join them for the night, I am formally reserving your services. At 10:45 tonight I will expect you here and I would prefer it if you had not completely exhausted yourself during the evening. Is that clear?" "Yes Ma-am" I replied as I got to my feet. "If that is all, I had better join the others. Until tonight then Ma-am, I really will look forward to the pleasure of assisting you further during the rest of your time here." The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern and I was asked to satisfy four more ladies in a similar way, two of whom asked if I had already been reserved for tonight. I was also asked by one of the gentlemen, a man called John, to accompany him to a spot near the river. I will draw a veil over those few minutes here, because while I appear to have performed to his complete satisfaction, I cannot say that this was the part of my duties I found the most pleasing. A New Beginning Just before dinner our host came to me and congratulated me. "John can sometimes be, shall I say, difficult to accommodate" he said, "He has just spoken to me, praising your understanding and saying you are quite the most compliant gentleman he has ever encountered at one of our gatherings. He quickly realised what he wanted was not to your particular taste, but would like to thank you for being so nice to him. He said it was quite unusual to find a straight man that was prepared to swallow instead of spit." "You have my thanks because John is one of my most loyal friends" he said. "You have made two very useful contacts here today. John is a banker with special responsibility for the bank's trading desk, and Mrs Graham is a very influential lady with her fingers in many pies, no pun intended there. I believe she has claimed you for tonight. I can assure you that I would consider that to be probably your most useful contact of the day, because what her husband doesn't know about the tax rules doesn't yet exist, because he helps the government to write those rules." "Now, about the 'after dinner entertainment" he said, "I know you haven't been told much, but I expect you have guessed that it will involve your wife. You have been kept in the dark at my insistence. I thought a re-enactment of the high points of our meeting and our first evening together would be fun, allowing my friends to see how what I foresee as a long relationship began. We will begin with our first meeting at that party where I invited her for an interview. You and she will then give an approximation of your discussion when she returned from the interview and then we will come to you bringing her to me. She will be dressed as she was that night, as at my request she has brought those clothes with her. We will then run through our few moments in the street, as we remember them from that night and you will then leave us. There will be a table and chairs on the floor for us to portray our meal together. When we stand up, those will be removed and a divan will be brought in to replace them. We will then re-enact the scene at my apartment in town, only this time it will not be an accurate reconstruction because I want you to be present, standing behind the divan. Then comes her return to you, where you will once again take centre stage. Using the bed, as she has told me you did that night, you will again clean her pussy just as you did on that night." I felt I had to ask, "Will this all be acting or will the actions of that evening be fully re-enacted?" He smiled, "The only major difference will be that tonight you will be standing by the divan to see our coupling. After her return home, your part in the evening will be a faithful reconstruction of what you did on that night." I had thought I was ready for anything, but what he said tore at my heartstrings. "Everyone will know by now that she is my wife and you want me to eat your cum out of her pussy in front of them?" "If you don't want to do it" he said, "I can find several volunteers who would be only too happy to take your place, but I don't want to do that, I want your wife to be exclusively mine tonight. For that reason the only pair of lips I want to touch her apart from my own, are yours. You are her husband, I am her lover and she trusts us both. I chose her above anyone else to be with me tonight because she is very special to me. As you have probably noticed today, I am not prepared to allow anyone else to touch her. These are my friends and people I know I can trust completely but if you do not feel you can help with this part of the entertainment, so she can return to her position as hostess of our party cleaned of what I will deposit inside her vagina, I will have to lick her clean myself. What I will not allow to happen is for her to be humiliated by having my semen still dripping out of her as she circulates among our guests." I thought for a few moments, and then I made up my mind what I had to do. "You are right, what is the difference? Everyone knows she is my wife, they have all seen her body as near to naked as makes no difference and they all know you have already fucked her and intend doing so again, if not tonight in front of them, you will do it in private during the coming night. As her cuckold they know I have accepted this is going to happen, what difference does it make if they actually see it happening?" "Good man" he said, putting his arm around me. "But your wife is not just someone I wanted to have sex with. She is a special lady and since my own wife died, she is the only one I have ever met who I wanted to share my life and my fortune with. That said, she is still your wife, and that means I will be sharing it with you too. This isn't a fleeting 'pick up and drop' thing. I considered my options very carefully before I offered her the post of my personal assistant. I am sure you now realise just how personal she is going to be. I want her to be my life partner as well as my assistant and although she insists that she will always remain married to you, she has told me that is how she wishes to see me too. She is torn between us, two men that both love her and who she loves equally. She can't choose between us, so we have to make this easy for her. She has told me she can't bear to lose either one of us and as I know neither of us could bear to lose her, perhaps we should agree that we can share her. After this weekend I will be seeing my lawyers to formulate a new will. Your wife will become the major beneficiary, but before that I will transfer part of my estate to you both with immediate effect." - The after dinner show was a triumph. The meeting outside the restaurant was faithfully reproduced, down to her removing her panties (it was the same pair) in the re-creation of a public street and then handing them to me. The talk over their meal, they assure me was close to how it had actually happened. Then I stood beside that divan, holding her clothes while he made love to my wife. The enactment of their parting that night brought a lump to the throats of most of the guests. The finale where I sucked his cum from her lovely pussy, and afterwards, how she kissed me as we stood to receive the applause of the audience with her pussy still hot from his lovemaking and his cum all over my face had everyone on their feet. That night Mrs Graham told me that she had actually cried during the performance, and fully understood why my wife couldn't bear to lose me. I wasn't too exhausted to please her and when I then went down on her to eat my own cum from her pussy; she was so impressed that she promised me that her husband would speak to me in the morning, to make sure we would not lose touch. True to her word, she did and her husband guides me through any tax related problems my change in circumstances bring up. Needless to say, when we visit them at their home, when her husband and I have finished talking business, he leaves us alone together so I can still provide her with proof of how attractive I still feel she is. John keeps an eye on my investments and steers them into areas I would never have thought of taking them. It is still not my favourite pastime but I have come to quite enjoy the feeling that I can give him so much pleasure when I bring him to the moment when he spurts his seed into my mouth and yes, I do still swallow, I do not spit. As a result of his expertise, my wife and I are now fairly wealthy people. Mr Graham shows me how to distribute my money, in order to legally avoid paying excessive tax, so even without the contribution of the man whose desire for my wife started this whole change in our lives, we are doing quite well. He is my friend and perhaps I should refer to him as our ... Sleeping partner? A New Beginning Mattie felt a little weird and a lot excited as she sat completely naked on a towel on the large oversized lounge chair. A large beach umbrella shaded her but there was a bright glare off the white sand and blue green water in front of her. The bright blue and white sarong she had worn down to the beach hung over the back of the chair. Her sandals were next to it on the sand. The dark sunglasses she had on helped with the glare and hid her wandering eyes. There were not a lot of people out and about at the small resort but that was ok with her. This was her first time at a clothing optional place of any kind. For the hundredth time she wondered if this was a good idea. Her mind struggled to find an answer that she could live with. Living was the problem. Thoughts of killing herself were what had drove her here in the first place. Anyplace was better than her cold cramped little lonely apartment. Mattie sighed and shifted on the towel. The summer like heat felt good, as did the cool sea breeze. The breeze caressed her body and kept her nipples rock hard. Her total lack of tan probably told everyone that this was her first time but any eyes or even possible eyes kept her sex tightened up and wet. A young couple came from the path to the hotel on her right. She watched them as they crossed the beach and looked out over the blue green water. He was tall, dark, and slender. She was short, dark, and well rounded, with large breasts and hips. They stood there a moment and then he put his arm around her shoulders as they turned and walked along the edge of the water. Mattie licked her lips and chewed on her lower lip as she now had a look at his soft manhood. Even soft it was long and thick looking. She licked her lips again and sighed. Her oral fixation was showing but no one was looking. She loved to suck a dick but since the breakup with her ex boyfriend there had been none of that. There had been none of anything else either. Back in the city she felt like she was invisible. No one gave her a second look. She worked in a large office but in a small cramped cubical. She spent her days entering data into computers and her nights crying into her pillow. Last Friday after work, she had gone out to one of the local watering holes but sat alone at a small table as life swirled around her. That had been the last, last straw, so to speak. Back in her apartment, half drunk and so lonely it hurt; she had gotten out a bottle of sleeping pills and sat down on the couch. She was contemplating swallowing the whole bottle of pills. Her hand had shook so bad the pills rattled in the bottle. That broke her train wreck of emotions and thoughts. She tossed the bottle across the room and went to bed to cry herself to sleep. The next morning as she showered, her eyes kept wandering to the razor on the shelf. She had never cut herself but she had heard of other woman doing it. That thought alone scared her to death. She quickly got out of the shower and dried off. Naked and still damp, she ran into her bedroom and dove under the covers. Mattie sighed and moved her right foot over and down to the warm sand. This spread her legs a lot more than she was comfortable with but she dug in the sand with her foot and tried to ignore the fact that anyone walking by could see her wet pussy. Looking around she grinned. There wasn't anyone near by, so that wasn't a problem at the moment. She contemplated moving the other foot to the sand on the other side of the wide lounge chair. That thought made her shiver hard. She squirmed on the chair and remembered the ad for this place she had seen in a magazine Saturday afternoon. She had literally had to drag herself out of her bed. Coffee and toast had cleared her head some but she was still nervous and antsy. Her crazy thoughts from the night before and again in the shower still scared her. She needed to get away to somewhere warm and sunny. A change of scenery. White sand beaches and blue green water had jumped off the page at her. She had money in the bank and vacation time piled up, so why not. She had missed the little disclaimer on it being clothing optional. A quick check with her phone told her there was a travel agency a block away from her apartment. She got dressed quickly and headed for the door. Stopping suddenly, she dug out her phone. It was a Saturday; no one would be in the office today or would they? She had no idea. A quick call got her the answering service. No one was in personnel but there was an emergency number to call. She called that and got a woman she remembered from years ago when she was hired. After a few lies about a family emergency, Mattie ended up with a weeks paid vacation starting Monday. She was smiling for the first time in memory as she went out the door headed for the travel agency. Five days and five nights at the resort was reasonable and affordable. Mattie booked a flight for Sunday night and was writing a check for the whole thing when the woman behind the desk sighed and said, "I wish I had the nerve to go to a nude resort." "Huh? What?" Was Mattie's witty reply. "Well, it says clothing optional but they mean the same thing." Mattie had the check signed as she picked up the magazine and studied the ad closer. Sure enough it said, clothing optional. "I, uh, didn't see that." "Then you don't want to go?" The woman asked. "It sure looks like a beautiful place." Mattie groaned softly and pushed the check across the desk. "I'm going," she whispered softly. The woman smiled and nodded. "I would too if I had the time, money, and the nerve." ***** Mattie shook herself and sighed. She wondered if that woman's pussy would be as wet as hers was at the thought of other people seeing her naked. With a grin, she moved her left foot to the sand and dug it in. The chair now spread her legs wide. She looked around quickly and then sighed. There was no one in sight. Feeling disappointed somehow, Mattie relaxed and closed her eyes. A bump on the little table next to her chair jerked Mattie's eyes open and her head around to the side. A tall dark young man in a white vest and shorts was bent over sitting a frosty glass on the table. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb you," he said with a smile as his eyes swept down her body and then back up. Mattie felt her breathe catch for a second as his eyes moved. She felt the inner muscles of her sex clench up tightly. "I, uh, that's all right," she finally got out. He nodded and started to turn away. "I didn't order a drink," Mattie said. "Mister Dillon ordered it for you." "I don't know a Mister Dillon." Mattie replied. The waiter smiled. "He must know you to order you a drink." Mattie frowned and looked around. There was no one in sight in either direction on the beach. She seemed to have the place to herself. She sat up and looked behind her. There was no one there, just the tropical garden and the eight-story hotel. Her eyes ran up and cross the building. There were balconies and windows everywhere but no one to see. Turning back around, Mattie picked up the tall frosty glass and took a sip. It was cold, sweet, and very strong. She sat the glass down, leaned back, and relaxed. The liquor made an even warmer spot in her stomach. ***** Mattie had finished the drink and was feeling good. The young couple had returned, walking right in front of her chair. She had steeled herself and left her feet in the sand as they walked by. Both had smiled and nodded at her and both had stared openly at her exposed sex. Mattie had to clamp down on the soft whimpering moan in her throat until they were out of earshot. Her sex was clamping down hard enough to almost hurt. Suddenly she wondered if she could come from someone looking at her. She knew looking at other people naked excited her and that being looked at was even more exciting but she hadn't thought much past that. The words exhibitionist and voyeur jumped into her mind. She knew the meanings and also realized they applied to her. "Sitting like that can get one in trouble," A deep male voice said from behind her. Mattie leaned sideways and looked up and back. A tall older man wearing a white linen robe and a light tan panama hat was standing behind her chair. "In more ways than one," Mattie whispered more to herself than him. The man smiled and said, "Some people here could interpret it for an open invitation, shall we say. I'm surprised the young couple that passed by earlier didn't." "You've been watching me?" The man grinned and sat a drink like the first one next to her empty glass. "Ever since you came out and sat down." He replied. "Mister Dillon, I presume." "None other but you can call me Bob and no, there is no relation to that other fellow by the same name. He spelled the last name wrong anyway. May I join you?" Mattie nodded and started to pick up her feet. "No, no, keep your feet where they are. I do so like to look and I think you like people looking." With a shiver, Mattie returned her feet to the sand. "I'm finding that out for myself or rather about myself," Mattie whispered softly. "Then you do have an exhibitionist side?" Bob asked as he squeezed between the lounge chairs and sat on the side of the one next to Mattie. "I'm very much a voyeur so we have common ground." Mattie felt the heat of a blush as his eyes swept up and down her naked body. "I just realized it myself," she said as her sex tightened up and stayed that way as he openly looked at her. "You are a very beautiful and sexy young woman," he said with a slightly distracted tone. "Not where I come from. There, I'm invisible for the most part." Bob moved his eyes up to her face and grinned. "If you dressed this way back there, you would never be invisible. Start riots, cause wrecks, but never invisible." "Most of the time it is too damned cold and anyway, I'd get arrested pretty quickly," Mattie said but a shiver ran up and down her body at the thought of being naked back home. So many places and scenarios jumped to her mind. "Have you ever flashed in public? That would possible keep you out of jail but fuel your fire, so to speak." Mattie shook her head. "I'm such a chicken I keep my drapes closed even when I'm fully dressed." "Chickens do not come to nude resorts for a vacation," he pointed out. "There is more here than meets the eye." His eyes swept her body again, pausing on her breasts and her sex. Mattie whimpered and squirmed on the chair. "Chickens with suicidal thoughts do," she whispered. Bob's eyes jumped to her face. "What in the world would give you those kinds of thoughts?" "Depression, loneliness, a dead-end job, no friends, no one who cares in the least about me. The list is long and detailed in my head." Bob reached for the frosty glass between them and handed it to her. "I'm not a doctor but I'm prescribing three more of these before dinner time." Mattie took the glass and grinned. "Three more of these and I'll sleep through dinner." "I can think of a dozen ways to keep you wide awake." Bob replied with a grin of his own. Mattie sipped the drink and looked at the older man over the rim of her glass as she wondered what he meant by that. She wanted to ask but wasn't sure if she should. Maybe by the time she finished this drink she would find some nerve. Bob slipped off his sandals and turned to sit back in his chair. He sighed and took a sip of his own drink. "Life is so good here." "Are you on vacation?" Mattie asked. "Oh no, I live here year round. I used to manage the place before I retired. Part of my retirement is room and board for as long as I want it." "It must be nice," Mattie said and meant it. "Yes and it allows me to indulge my voyeuristic pleasures in relative safety." "Kind of like me indulging my exhibitionist pleasures." Bob looked over at her. "How much of a pleasure is it?" Mattie felt herself blush again as she wondered how best to answer that. "Enough that I was wondering if I could come with someone looking at me," she said as she decided on the truth. "We will have to test that out." He replied. "That is, if you really want to know the answer to that question." Mattie felt a quiver run up and down her spine as she wondered what would happen if she came in public. "Coming in public, the ultimate possible pleasure for an exhibitionist, don't you think?" Mattie shivered hard. This time it was from him being in her head. "I was just wondering about that." "I've watched it happen more than once and there is no more beautiful sight in the world for a voyeur." "Have you ever... No wait, that is none of my business." Bob looked over at her and sighed. "Once a long time ago. A young woman much like you, a first timer. She sat displaying herself like you are but in a crowded room. I watched her from across the room as she came once and then a short time later, she came again. The look on her face. The jerking and flexing of her hips. The pulsing at the opening to her sex. I came with her the third time." Mattie closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her mind was working overtime to picture herself doing the same thing. She moaned again and squeezed the chair between her knees. Her sex was clenching up and releasing to a rhythm of its own. There was an orgasm building deep inside her sex. "All you need right now to come is for someone to walk past and look at your sex. I'll bet it is pulsing just like my wife's was," Bob said softly. Mattie's eyes popped open and she looked at the man next to her. "Your... your wife?" "She wasn't that day but I married her a few weeks later. We were married for twenty two years." "What happened to her?" Bob sighed and looked out across the beach. "She died a number of years ago. One of the main reasons I retired. I lost interest in most everything." "You, uh, seem interested in me," Mattie said softly as she looked round at the man next to her. "Ever so often a young woman catches my attention. Brings back good memories, shall we say." Mattie sighed. "I'm glad I can be of help to someone." Bob smiled at her and opened his robe. His dick was hard and standing up against his lower belly. It was not overly large or long but it was larger than any Mattie had ever seen up close and personal. "Uh, yeah," Mattie said and then blushed deeply as her mind wondered what it would be like entering her tight wet sex. Her sex clamped down so hard it hurt again. Bob covered himself and said, "I'm sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarrass you." Mattie shivered as her sex relaxed a little. "Oh, I did that all on my own, believe me." "Ah yes, the mind is so strong sometimes." He replied with a knowing smile. Mattie blushed again and whispered, "Mine needs a good spanking sometimes." Bob grinned and whispered, "Be careful what you wish for." Mattie's eyes grew wide as his meaning slowly crossed her mind. "Women don't really enjoy spankings, do they?" she asked before she could stop herself. "Not just women. I could name a few men that have enjoyed it but I won't name names." "I've never... uh... had that done to me," Mattie confessed, "I've never even considered it, to tell the truth." "Are you considering it now?" Bob asked with an interested look on his face. Mattie shivered and shook her head. "More like trying to visualize it. To make sense out of it." "I'll give you a couple of hints. Heat and a burning sensation." "Not what I would expect," Mattie said and then shook her head. "I can't wrap my head around it." "Some people can and others have to experience it for themselves," Bob said as he picked up his drink and sipped it. "How would you have visualized exhibitionism before today?" Mattie thought a moment and shook her head. "Nothing like I'm feeling, for sure. The scared part yes, but the thrill and excitement, no." "All the different kinks come with their own feelings and expectations." "Kinks?" Mattie asked. "Things that most people would not think of as normal," he explained. Mattie sipped on her drink and looked out across the blue green water in front of her. Her mind was turning over their conversation, sifting it, trying to get a grip on things. Spankings still did not make much sense but the exhibitionism and not being normal made her smile. Images and thoughts about Bob's dick made her squirm. Her glass being empty brought Mattie back to the present and she sat it on the table. There was a fresh one sitting there. She looked over at Bob and smiled. He had a fresh drink in his hand. "Figure anything out?" He asked. "Only that I'm not normal, which I already knew and that I have a kink. Spankings still elude me." she replied as her eyes went to his open robe and his hard manhood. She shivered hard and looked away quickly. "Dry your right hand and slap you right inner thigh hard with your hand slightly cupped." Mattie looked at him hard and asked, "And why should I do that?" "It might give you some insight into the feel of a spanking." Mattie continued to look at the older man as she considered what he was saying. "If I did, how hard should I hit myself?" "Not as hard as you can but harder than you might want to." He replied. "Spankings should be firm but not abusive. Most people into them consider them a reward not a punishment." In confusion, Mattie said, "Spankings are for punishment. Every kid knows that." "We're not talking about kids. We're talking about adults and kinky adults at that. People who can actually get off on the sting, heat, and burn of a spanking." Mattie's mind shifted gears and she said, "Get off as in having an orgasm?" "Some do and some don't but the ones who consider it a reward all get aroused to one extent or the other." Mattie sat there with her eyes wide for a moment and then she looked down at her inner thigh. It was tender and sensitive. Sitting her glass down, she dried her hand on the towel. She held her dry hand out and cupped it. Then she glanced at Bob. "Hard enough to leave a light handprint," he said as he looked at her creamy white inner thigh. Mattie groaned and shook her head but her hand moved downward sharply as she steeled herself to the pain that would come. Oddly enough, there was only a stinging sensation as a light handprint formed. A few seconds later, it turned into a burning sensation. She got a confused look on her face. Bob chuckled. "Not what you expected by a long shot was it?" Mattie shook her head and slapped her inner thigh again. Again it stung and then it burned even more. She rubbed it with her hand and felt a faint heat in the light redness, the burning sensation going up a little. "About twenty or twenty five slaps spread out along your inner thigh or across one ass cheek and you would feel the real heat and stinging burn of a spanking," Bob said softly. "Rubbing it afterwards would just push the heat in deeper and make it even hotter." Mattie shivered and shook her head. "Not what I expected at all and I'm beginning to understand a little more." "Education is a wonderful thing," Bob said with a chuckle. Mattie giggled as she picked up her drink. "I was always a good student." Bob looked pointedly at her inner thigh and the light pink handprint still showing there. "The things I could teach you, if I had the time," he whispered softly. Without thinking, Mattie replied, "I'm here for the rest of the week." Then her eyes got big and panicky as she realized what she had said. Bob grinned and shook his head. "What I have to teach would take a lifetime and then some. It is a lifestyle. Several lifestyles as a matter of fact." A New Beginning "Lifestyle?" "Where you live what you are. An exhibitionist in your case, a voyeur, in mine. Then there are a dozen or so more that can be mixed and matched." Mattie smiled and whispered, "Lying here with my legs open or walking around naked the rest of my life would be interesting but wouldn't it get old and boring after a while?" "That is not all there is to it. There is or rather there can be much more to it." Mattie looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook her head. "I must be dense because I don't get your meaning." "For instance, my wife at that party sitting in a chair with her legs spread wide, dozens of people mostly very well dressed all around her in the room. Different people at a different party, different eyes and reactions. The people change and so does the way they look at someone who is showing off." He paused and looked over at Mattie. "And then there are the many different ways of showing off. The blatant way she was at that party. Or the subtle lean so that the top of her dress gapes at a dinner party. Her braless breast exposed to anyone sitting to the left or right of her depending on how she leans." Mattie shivered as she visualized herself at the bar last Friday night doing either of those with the crowd in that place. Then she grinned as she realized she would not have been alone long. She would have needed a club to beat the guys off and probably some of the girls also. Bob chuckled at her facial expressions. "I think you have the idea now." Mattie nodded and then shook her head. "The idea yes but I'd never have the nerve." "Never say never," Bob said with a grin. "All you need is the right support and the right opportunity." "Yeah, right," Mattie said and giggled. "How would you like to attend a party tonight as my guest?" "What kind of a party are we talking about?" "An exhibitionist and voyeur's party, of course." "And?" Mattie asked with a catch in her voice. "There will be entertainment, the young couple you saw earlier here on the beach. They want to show off their lovemaking skills." Mattie's eyes grew wide. "Their lovemaking skills? In front of other people?" Then she giggled. "Of course, in front of other people, otherwise they wouldn't be exhibitionists." "They seem the type that might invite others to join. I hope that won't shock you." Mattie's mind brought up a quick picture of the young man's long thick soft dick and she shivered hard as her eyes went to Bob's hard one. "I... uh... I... don't think it would shock me." "Good, wear something revealing. No bra or panties. Something you can flash easily in. Something that makes you feel sexy and dangerous." Mattie shivered very hard and asked, "How... uh... many people are we talking about?" "There were a dozen signed in earlier. Counting the couple for entertainment." Mattie groaned softly. "I don't think I have anything to wear like you described. I packed for the beach and a little sightseeing." Then she giggled and whispered, "This was not the type of sightseeing I had in mind." "There is a small boutique in the back of the gift shop you might find interesting. It caters to our guest's whims and fancies." "I probably couldn't afford the clothes there." Bob chuckled. "I can fix that, if you wouldn't think it too forward of me." Mattie looked at the older man hard and he said, "I get a very large discount, like cost plus." "Ah," she said and nodded. "That is a lot different than..." She let the sentence trail off as she blushed lightly. "Not that you haven't been the perfect gentleman." She blushed again as her eyes flicked down to his hard dick and then back up to his face "I try to be but sometimes my dirty old man morals get in the way. You are under no obligation in any way, shape, or form." "But I am in a way. You have been a wealth of information and ideas," Mattie said and meant it. "Then you will go to the party?" "I think I will," Mattie said and rattled the ice in her empty glass. "Will there be more of these there?" "Of course, no one can party without the proper lubrication, not to mention libation." Mattie giggled and whispered, "I'm well lubricated for sure." Bob sat up and looked pointedly at her sex. A moment later he licked his lips and nodded. "Yes, you are." Mattie groaned as her sex tightened up until her hips quivered. He licked his lips again and she whispered, "Quite that before you push me over the edge." He leaned back and said, "Being on the edge is a good thing, isn't it." Mattie nodded quickly. "Anticipation is wonderful." Bob smiled. "Anticipation is everything." The waiter appeared next to Bob, bent over, and whispered in his ear. Bob nodded and the waiter hurried off toward the hotel. Bob turned to Mattie and sighed. "I'm afraid I have some business that can't wait. If I don't see you before, I'll meet you at the front desk at eight. It has been a pure pleasure, believe me." Mattie nodded. "Yes, it has and thank you for putting up with a... with me." Bob smiled and nodded as he stood up. His hard dick was even with Mattie's eyes and swayed from side to side heavily as he moved. Now it was her turn to lick her lips as her oral fixation kicked in. Bob saw her do it and grinned. Mattie licked her lips again and whispered, "Something for you to think about while you take care of business." "Anticipation is always welcome." He replied as he closed his robe slowly. Mattie chuckled as he walked away. She had wanted a change and now she had it. She wasn't invisible anymore, that was for sure and she now knew that she wouldn't ever be again unless she wanted to be. This was the best thing she had ever done in her life. ***** Mattie stood by the desk in the lobby and looked around for Bob. She had on a pale yellow sundress that had a square cut neckline. It ended a little below mid thigh and she felt an antsy itchy feeling in her sex without her panties on. She had never worn a dress without panties before and she kept wanting to shift her hips from side to side. She had forgotten she had packed the dress until she went up to her room to put clothes on to go shopping. She had ironed it and put it on. It was tight across the hips and showed the swell of her ass nicely and a good amount of cleavage. There were four buttons down the front and undoing the top one showed even more cleavage. Undoing the second one showed the skin between and the swell of her breasts. With the third one open, the edge of the circles under her nipples showed. Mattie shivered as she remembered looking at herself in the mirror. With all four buttons undone, any amount of leaning showed one breast or the other and sometimes both. Her nipples were hard enough to ache at the moment and she couldn't stop squeezing her thighs together as she thought of wearing it that way at the party. Bob came down the stairs wearing Bermuda shorts and a flowered shirt. He didn't have his hat on and his hair was iron gray and fuller than she had originally though when she met him. He smiled at her as he crossed the room. "Beautiful, just beautiful," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. His eyes dropped to her cleavage as he did and he grinned. "Very nice but that will never do," he said as he reached up to unbutton the top button." He cocked his head to the side and then shook it. He opened another button and Mattie shivered hard. Stepping back he studied the front of her dress and then stepped forward to undo the third button. Mattie whimpered softly and then grabbed his hands as he reached for the fourth and final button. "Wait until a little later for that one," she said and then whimpered softly again. He nodded with a smile and took her hand. "I can wait," he said as he raised her hand and kissed it. Mattie glanced around at the half dozen people in the lobby and shivered. "I'm not sure I can. The anticipation is about to get out of hand. I've never worn a dress without panties before and it is working on my mind and body big time. Now my breasts are on display like a hooker on Fourth Street." "And very nice breasts they are also," Bob said and licked his lips. "Your nipples are harder than they were on the beach." "For some reason this seems more public to me. That and I'm mostly dressed and so is everyone else." Bob smiled and nodded slowly. "I understand believe me." He glanced at the clock behind the check in counter. "We have a little time, how about a drink in the lounge before hand." Mattie nodded and took his arm. "I think I could use a drink to calm my nerves." As they walked toward the lounge, Bob asked, "How far up will the hem on that dress ride up if we sit on stools at the bar?" Mattie groaned softly but didn't reply. The groan was answer enough to make Bob grin. "That is what I thought," he whispered as they entered the darkened lounge. The lights were low but there were lights over the bar and along the foot rail, Mattie noticed as she sat down on a tall stool at the corner of the bar. Bob sat down on the far side of her from the main room. She turned toward him and crossed her legs as he ordered drinks. He looked down as she did and then stopped her hand as she started to pull her dress down. When the bartender turned away, he reached up, unbuttoned the fourth button, and folded the loose cloth out to the side. Mattie watched his hands as he did and then groaned softly at the way her breasts were displayed and her nipples barely covered. She glanced at the tall bartender quickly as he brought their drinks and then looked away. His eyes were on her breasts and he had a smile on his face. When he turned away, Mattie looked at Bob and shivered hard. She felt the cloth move off her left nipple and reached down to cover it. Bob caught her hand and placed her drink in it. "Look around at the people, especially the women in this room," he whispered. "Then decide whether you want to do that or not." Mattie turned away from him and felt the dress move even more to the side. She didn't dare look down, her whole breast felt uncovered. Everyone was fairly well dressed but there were a couple of women at the bar in sarongs. One had hers around her waist and was bare from there up. She had beautiful full breasts. The other on the far corner of the bar had hers clasped between her breasts and open down the front as she sat sideways to the room and facing Mattie's direction. She was nude from just below her breasts and had her heels hooked over the middle rung of the barstool, her knees shoulder width apart. Her smoothly shaven sex was highlighted by the lights below. Mattie groaned and turned quickly to scan the room to her right. Low cut dresses and very short skirts were everywhere. A woman standing by a table had on a dress that was open down the back to her tailbone. When she turned to sit down, the front was two narrow strips of cloth covering her breasts and open to her navel. Mattie groaned as she saw it was also split down the side to the top of the woman's hip. She turned back to Bob and whimpered softly as she re-crossed her legs and the hem of the dress rode up higher. She sipped her drink and then looked down at her exposed left breast. She groaned as heat surged in her sex. Bob lifted his glass in salute and whispered, "Now you are getting there." Mattie nodded and squirmed on the stool. "I may come at any second," she confessed and then blushed deeply as she realized what she had said. Bob leaned her way and whispered, "Hold onto it as long as you can." "Why?" "The intensity will build the longer you hold it." "I'm going to die of embarrassment when I do." Bob smiled at her as he reached over and ran his hand up the top of her thigh until his fingers moved the clothe of the dress up several more inches. "No you won't," he assured her as he moved his hand away. The touch of his warm hand put a catch in Mattie's breathing and watching him move the hem up higher made her breath faster. She wondered what would happen if she put her feet up like the woman at the end of the bar and spread her knees. You'll come your frigging brains out, her mind yelled. There was a touch of fear and a lot of excitement in that mental yell, she realized. Mattie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt herself calm down slightly and she sipped her drink. After a second sip, she felt warmth in her stomach. She took a third sip and sighed. "More better," she whispered and then grinned at Bob. He smiled back at her and nodded. "The brain is working overtime I take it." "It's yelling and trying to get me to do all sorts of naughty things," she said with a crooked smile. "And you don't want to do them?" "Well yeah, but..." She replied and then laughed. "One of me has to be an adult." "How about a kinky adult?" She sipped her drink and whispered, "That will work also." Bob chuckled and said, "I may be creating a monster here." "One that definitely won't be alone unless she wants to be," Mattie whispered more to herself than him. Bob chuckled again and nodded. "Why don't you turn around and watch the people for a bit. Cross and re-cross your legs ever so often and see if anyone is watching you besides me." Mattie shivered hard and took a deep breath. "You just want to see me come right here in public" "I think you can handle it but if you can't... You can turn back at any time and yes, I will enjoy it very much." Mattie whimpered softly but slowly turned her stool to face the room. Sitting there with her left breast exposed and her dress very high on her thighs as she sipped her drink had the juices flowing liberally. Her sex was grabbing onto nothing and then releasing suddenly. She didn't seem to have any control over it. Several people kept glancing in her direction. One woman in a low cut black dress in particular. Mattie whimpered as she considered re-crossing her legs to see if the woman reacted. The next time the woman looked her way she did just that and then groaned softly as the woman smiled and licked her lips. Mattie was shaking as she turned back toward Bob. He laid a hand on her thigh and smiled. "You have a couple of admirers. One woman in particular that would love to have you for a snack at the very least." Mattie moaned as her hips twitched and then gave a little jerk. Her mind was yelling, no, no, no, but her body wasn't listening as she came and came very hard. She bit her lower lip and leaned forward only to sit up quickly as her hips jerked under her. She moaned loudly as she realized she had her right hand on her exposed left breast. She jerked it away. Bob caught her hand and held it as her orgasm peaked and started to diminish. She was surprised as she opened her eyes that she still had her drink in her right hand and had not dropped or spilled it. Then she giggled at the absurdity of that thought. Shouldn't she be worried about who had seen or heard her coming her brains out? For some reason, that thought made her smile and shiver hard. "Magnificent," Bob whispered as he raised her hand and kissed it. Mattie couldn't suppress a giggle as she asked, "Who was watching me?" "Your lady admirer, of course and the lady and gentleman to your right down the bar. They were both grinning broadly and she was fanning her face toward the end as she whispered in his ear. Then there was the bartender and me, of course. There were maybe more but I was too busy watching your face." Mattie blushed deeply but felt a surge of heat in her sex. She downed about half of what was left in her glass and looked to her right. The man and woman were both looking at her and lifted their glasses in a salute. Mattie felt heat in her breasts and face again as she nodded in reply. She moaned softly as she looked back at Bob. "So you see, I'm not the only voyeur here." Mattie shivered hard and downed the last of her drink. She turned slightly to set the empty glass down on the bar, only to find the bartender standing there with a full drink for her. "Compliments of the couple next to you at the bar," he said as he sat the glass down and picked up the empty. He had a big smile on his face as he eyed her exposed breast. "My compliments on a job well done, also," he whispered before he turned away. Mattie whimpered and picked up her drink. She turned toward the couple down the bar and gave them a salute. They both nodded as she did. She was surprised to feel another orgasm building slowly down deep in her sex. This was odd as normally, one was all she needed or wanted. She turned back to Bob and smiled at him. "That remark you made earlier about making a monster might be more true than either of us realized." He chuckled and nodded. "Another orgasm is building, I take it." When she nodded, he said, "You'll find your potential for those increasing as you go along. Not having to have a partner to rely on for you to get excited has its benefits. An audience of even one will work wonders." Mattie mulled that over for a few minutes and then nodded. "I've flashed a boyfriend or two over the years, which I figure is normal for most women. Doing that excited both of us. But this is totally different. It's much more exciting and very liberating for some reason." Bob smiled and nodded. "It's the unknown factor. You don't know any of these people so you can be more liberated as you called it. The excitement is increased by the number of people and their reaction." Mattie giggled. "Yes, you have created a monster. I just hope the world is ready for it." "If they are voyeurs, they will be more than ready for it. They will appreciate it for what it is also." Mattie had been sipping her drink and was surprised when she found it empty. She sat the glass on the bar and grinned as she looked at Bob and asked, "Now. About this party?" He laughed and stood up. "Yes, I think you are ready for the party." When she stood up, he pulled the top of her dress over until it covered her left breast. "Walk tall and keep your shoulders back. That will keep things covered more or less while we walk out of here and across the lobby. Not that it matter that much at a clothing optional resort." "Practice for later, is always good," she whispered as she turned around. The woman in the black dress waved at her as she left and so did the couple at the bar. Bob slipped his arm around her waist as they crossed the lobby. He guided her to a door and they entered a hallway that led to steps going down. The light got dimmer as they neared the bottom. The room wasn't large but it was lit by chains of red lights and candles so it as dim and cozy. There was a large padded platform almost like a bed in the center of the room against the back wall. The couple from the beach was sitting on it. They were both dressed in sarongs. They nodded at Bob and Mattie as they crossed to a chaise lounge on the left hand wall. Bob sat down and indicated for Mattie to sit in front of him. When she did, he pulled her back to lean against his chest. Her legs were out in front of her and she crossed them at the ankle as she wiggled back getting comfortable. As she wiggled she felt her breasts moving in and out under the top of her dress. She glanced down to see that they were both mostly covered but her right nipple was hooked on the edge of the cloth. She reached up to fix it but grinned as she put her hand back down. "Very good," Bob whispered in her ear. "Accidents are the best way to flash or to show something worth looking at." The young couple were both looking at her chest. When he licked his lips, Mattie felt her nipple harden even more as if that were possible. Then the young bartender came over to ask for their order. His eyes were on the exposed nipple also. Bob gave him their order and he returned to the small bar in the far corner of the room. A New Beginning They had their drinks as people came down the stairs. First were the two women in sarongs from the bar with a young man that looked half their age between them. They took seats on a small sofa across from the foot of the bed, the young man still between them. The one with the sarong around her waist smiled at Mattie and said, "Nicely done. I love a good orgasm in a crowded room." Mattie blushed and replied, "I'm finding out I do also." "Ah, your first," the other woman said. "We are lucky that we were present to get your cherry, so to speak." "May you have many more," the first woman said with a grin and then she turned to the young man beside her. "Where are our drinks? We need to make a toast." When the young man jumped up and hurried over to the bar, the woman smiled in Mattie's direction and shook her head. "Good slaves with big dicks are so hard to find." Mattie heard herself giggle and then she replied, "I'll keep that in mind." A young couple had taken a seat in a wingback chair in the corner between the sofa and the chaises lounge. The young man had on a t-shirt and shorts, the young woman had on a sundress similar to Mattie's and she was sitting in his lap. Her eyes were on Mattie's exposed nipple. She licked her lips and said, "I... I wish I had the nerve to unbutton mine like that." Bob grinned and replied, "Then let him do it for you. That takes it out of your hands." "Very true," she said with a soft giggle and then gave a jerk as the young man reached up and undid the top button. She made a whimpering sound as he undid the second one. When he put his fingers on the third, her hand came up and stopped him. He smiled and whispered, "Maybe later, after the show starts." She nodded and then shivered as she looked down at the amount of cleavage she was showing. Her breasts were much larger than Mattie's and spread the top opening wider. She glanced at Mattie and then whimpered as she reached up and undid the third button. Her breasts seemed even larger as the space between them came into view. Mattie nodded and the woman on the couch grinned. "Maybe we'll get a second cherry tonight." The young woman in the corner blushed and wiggled on the young man's lap. He ran his hands up her sides and ended up cupping each breast from the bottom. This pushed them up until it looked like one or the other might pop out of the dress. "That is the idea," he said as he moved his hands back down to her waist and she blushed again. The man and woman from the bar came down the stairs and stopped to look around. They nodded at Mattie and Bob and then took seats on the chaises lounge across from them. A moment later, the woman in the black dress from the table in the bar came in and looked around. She nodded to the couple on the chaise lounge and then at Mattie. Then she took a seat in the wingback chair in the corner by the stairs. ***** Everyone was quiet as the bartender served drinks. When he finished and returned to the bar, he nodded to the couple on the bed. The young man nodded back and said, "We have a full house so let me introduce myself and my wife. I'm Mark and this is Mandy, we volunteered to be the entertainment for the night or at least to get it started." "We're nudist to start with," Mandy said. "But and there usually is one, we are also exhibitionists. Or at least I am. I love to flash accidentally on purpose but I have never made love with someone else watching." "Are you forgetting my brother Hank and his video camera?" Mark asked with a grin. "Uh, no, I don't think I'll ever forget that but I meant live people and in person." Mark leaned over and kissed his wife softly on the lips. A spot light went on over the bed and the red string lights dimmed. Mark looked up and Mandy whimpered at the bright light. "I don't think it gets more live and personal than this." "Then let the fun begin," Mandy said as she turned to Mark and kissed him as she pulled him over sideways and ended up on top of him. Mattie squirmed on the chaise lounge as sarongs parted and then disappeared. Mandy was sucking on Mark's dick and it was bigger than Mattie had ever imagined. Mark had his head between her legs and was lapping franticly at her wet sex. Both were whimpering and moaning. Bob's hands moving up to cup her breasts made Mattie jerk in surprise. He squeezed them once and then pulled the edges of her top back so that both breasts were exposed to the cool air of the room and everyone's eyes. She moaned softly as his hand ran down her body to her upper thighs. His fingers gathering the cloth of her dress tickled slightly. She looked down past her bare breasts and saw the dress mostly up in her lap. His right hand moved lower and slipped between her thighs. He exerted pressure on her inner thigh and she uncrossed her ankles so she could move her leg over. She ended up with her foot on the floor beside the chaise lounge. The dress blocked her view but she could feel the cool air of the room on her wet sex and knew anyone in front of her could see it. She looked at the young couple in the chair. The fourth button on her dress was open and her breasts were showing completely. The young man was caressing them with his fingertips. Drawing circs around her hard nipples. The woman saw Mattie looking and whimpered. Mattie smiled back at her. Mattie looked at the two women on the couch. They were sitting side by side and the young man was on his knees between the legs of one licking her pussy. She had her hand between the other woman's thighs, rubbing her pussy lightly. They both were watching the show on the bed. The woman by herself in the corner chair had the straps on her dress down on her arms and the top pulled down as she rolled and pinched her nipples. Her eyes moved from the show on the bed to Mattie, to the young woman in the corner, to the action on the couch, and back again slowly. She was taking it all in. Mattie moved on to the couple on the other chaise lounge. The woman also had the top of her dress down and the man had a hand over her shoulders massaging her left breast. His eyes were on the show but her eyes were on Mattie. Mattie shivered hard and then whimpered as she realized the woman had the man's dick out of his pants and was stroking it slowly. Bob' left hand stroking her left inner thigh made Mattie groan softly each time it approached her sex. He would pause the hand very close to touching her sex and then move it back toward her knee. Mattie wanted to reach up and caress her breasts or pinch her nipples like the woman across from her but resisted the urge. She thought of it as cheating somehow. His hand pulled on her thigh and she moved that leg toward the edge of the chair. As her legs went wider and wider, she groaned softly as she remember the way she had sat in the chair on the beach. She felt herself sliding down a little as her leg reached the edge of the seat. Then she squirmed as she felt Bob's hands on her thighs and the dress being moved higher. She glanced down and groaned again, she could see her bare sex completely uncovered in the light from the bed. She felt so exposed and looked around quickly. The woman on the chaise lounge across from them was now lying down with her head in the man's lap. Her dress was up around her hips and her hand was slowly rubbing her bare sex. Her eyes were on Mattie's exposed pussy as she sucked on the man's dick. Mattie's hips flexed up and down as a surge of heat ran through her belly and down to pool deep inside her pussy. The heat was growing as her eyes moved to the woman in the corner. Mattie gasped loudly. The woman had her knees hooked over the arm of the chair. Her legs were spread wide; her very wet pussy was open and aimed directly at Mattie. Two fingers of one hand pulled up at the top of her slit making her large clit stand tall with the hood pulled back. One finger of her other hand barely brushed the end of that large clit. With a loud groan, Mattie arched her hips up as she visualized that feathery touch on her own clit. She would come her brains out with just one touch, she realized. She moved her eyes to the couch and groaned. The young man was laying flat on it. One woman was sitting on his face and the other was bouncing up and down on the largest dick Mattie had ever seen. Her pussy clamped down tightly as she thought about trying to sit on that monster. A long drawn out groaning moan drew her attention to the couple in the corner. The woman was sitting astraddle of the men's thigh facing forward. His thighs spread her legs wide and her dress was up around her waist. Her plump bald pussy was showing to everyone who looked. His hands held the hem of the dress and cupped the bottoms of her big breasts as he bounced them gently. She was coming long and hard with her eyes open and on the huge dick being fucked on the couch. Mattie groaned and flexed her hips again as she remembered what it had been like to come with no one or nothing touching her sex. She was close to it again. Bob's hands on her inner thighs, moving slowly up toward her sex were all it took to push her over the edge. She was coming in long rolling waves as she looked from one couple, group, or person to another. ***** Bob kissed Mattie on the ear and whispered, "The shows finally got to you, I see." Mattie nodded and whimpered. "Not to mention the burning eyes of a couple of people." "Yes, the woman across the way with the dick in her mouth would love for you to dive head first into her pussy. The woman in the corner wants to do exactly that to your pussy." Mattie groaned as her hips flexed up and back several time slowly. "Which one of those intrigues you the most?" Mattie shook her head. "I... I... I've never..." She fumbled around saying. "Never done it, never thought about it?" Bob asked as his hands moved closer to her sopping wet pussy. His thumbs traced the crease between her hip and thigh. The edge of his fingers on both hands squeezed her sex between them. Her hips moved again and she whispered, "Never done it." then she whimpered as his hands moved away from her sex. "I've thought about both but..." "All I would have to do is wave my hand and the woman in the chair would dive head first into your lap." Mattie groaned loudly as she thought about a hot wet tongue on her clit and sex. Thoughts of a woman attached to that tongue made her groan even louder. Bob's right hand moved off her thigh. Mattie grabbed it with both hands. "I, I, I," she stammered quickly. "I couldn't." "Why not?" Mattie groaned deeply. "I'd be screaming my head off." "Why would you be screaming?" He asked. Mattie groaned and whispered, "I would be coming so hard I would be dying." Bob's hips moved behind her, his hard dick rubbing against her tailbone. "I have the perfect gag, if you think you would need one." Mattie groaned long and loud as she thought about sucking his dick in front of all these people and having her pussy ate at the same time. She would die for sure. Her orgasm would be a monster, if she lived long enough to have it. The word monster took her back to their conversation on that subject earlier. She grinned and looked at the couple on the platform. Mandy was on her knees, her breasts and face on the pad, her ass high in the air. Mark was behind her; his large thick dick would slowly disappear into her sopping wet sex and then just as slowly reappear. Mandy's eyes were on Mattie's exposed sex one second and the young woman's next to them the next. Then she made eye contact with Mattie and groaned loudly. For some reason this gave Mattie the nerve to move her hand to her lap. One finger traced her slit but stayed away from her clit. She dipped the finger into her vagina for an instant and then brought it up to her lips. Mattie hesitated a second as she watched Mandy's face. When Mandy licked her lips, Mattie sucked on the fingertip. They both groaned deeply. Bob chuckled. "Now you're learning to tease," he whispered a moment later. With a sucking sound, Mattie removed the finger from her mouth and asked, "Teasing who? Myself or her?" "Both of course, the way it should always be done." Bob replied. Mattie's hand returned to her sex and she teased her opening slowly. Mandy was watching her hand and pushing back hard against Mark at the bottom of each slow thrust. "She would literally eat you alive and come her brains out at the same time if you went over there and sat on the bed in front of her," Bob whispered. Mattie moaned loudly as her hips flexed up and back several times. Another orgasm was building deep inside her sex. Mandy's eyes were burning holes in her sex as she teased the opening with a fingertip. A loud yell from Mattie's right drew everyone's attention including hers. The young woman in the chair had her dress off, she was bouncing up and down on the man's hard dick, and one of the women from the couch was on her knees between the woman's thighs. Mattie groaned long and loud. The couple on the bed was one thing but this was something else altogether. She had expected the couple on the bed to make love and come but this was beyond anything she had ever expected to see. The young woman had seemed so shy and introverted earlier. Now she was fucking with wild abandon. Something soft and silky tickled Mattie's inner thighs. Then there was a warm tongue and lips on her inner thigh. Her head jerked around and she gasped. The woman from across the room was kneeling next to the chaise lounge completely naked. The woman looked up and smiled, "I hope you don't mind but you've been driving me crazy since the lounge." With that said, she took Mattie's hand in her own and sucked on the finger that Mattie had been teasing her sex with. She moaned softly as she did. Mattie gasped and then moaned right along with her. The next thing Mattie knew, there were hands under her ass and a warm knowing tongue was deep in her sopping wet pussy. Mattie couldn't catch her breath for a long moment and then she was coming her brains out as she realized everyone could see this woman eating her pussy. ***** Mattie groaned and opened her eyes. Bob had his hands on her breasts and massaged them gently. The couple on the bed were lying spooned together and not moving. The couple across the way was fucking their brains out with her sprawled on her back and him kneeing between her legs ramming his dick in and out hard and fast. The woman who had eaten her pussy was back sitting in the corner chair with her legs spread wide. The woman from the couch who had eaten the young girl earlier had her head between the older woman's thighs. The woman who had been sitting on the young man's face on the couch was now bouncing up and down on his massive dick. The young couple next to them were cuddled up in the chair kissing. Mattie groaned softly and then sighed deeply. Then she gave a jerk as she realized Bob had been left out of everything. She twisted her head around and looked up at him. "You've been left out," she whispered. Bob laughed. "Far from it my dear, far from it. I'm a voyeur remember." "Yeah but..." Mattie started to say and then wiggled her back against his hard dick. She grinned and shivered hard. "Maybe I should show off one of my talents," she whispered a moment later. "Oh," Bob asked and grinned at her. "I have this oral fixation thing," she said as she turned over on the lounge chair. "Interesting," Bob said. "I've... uh... never done it in public before," Mattie whispered as she unbuttoned the top of his shorts. "You had never had you pussy eaten in public before tonight," Bob pointed out. "Or by a woman for that matter." Mattie groaned softly. "Or showed my breasts and pussy to total strangers or watched other people have sex." "Or had an orgasm in public," Bob said with a chuckle. "Are you going to come when I do?" "Probably before," Mattie whispered as she opened his shorts and pulled his dick out. Whatever Bob was going to say was lost to a groan as she swallowed his dick to the base and attacked it like she had never attacked one before. Usually she was a slow timid starter but tonight she wanted it all and she wanted it right now. Her tongue was going wild as her head bobbed up and down. The head would tease the back of her throat and she would whimper loudly. Bob was groaning softly as his hips jerked and twitched. He had had many blowjobs in his long lifetime but never one that was so energetic, so wild and wanton. His orgasm was building quickly and there was nothing he could do about it. Not that he wanted to do anything about it. He opened his eyes and moaned. Everyone but the couple on the other chaise lounge were watching him get a blowjob. He wondered what Mattie's reaction to that would be. He grinned, she would come her brains out, was the obvious answer. "Everyone is watching you suck my dick," he said softly. Mattie never missed a beat in sucking his dick but she moaned long and loud, her hips flexing and jerking to a rhythm of their own. She was coming and a few moments later, so was he. Mattie swallowed and then swallowed again only this time it was the head of his dick. Bob groaned and shivered as his hips rose up off the cushion. Whistles and applause came from around the room as Mattie raised her head and released Bob's dick with a slurping sound. She looked around with a shy grin on her face. She was as pleased as punch with herself but blushing at the same time. ***** Three weeks later, back in the city, Mattie stood by the same table at the same club she had been to that last night. But tonight was different. She was smiling as she untied the belt on her coat and let it slide off her shoulders. The dress she had on was a royal blue and low cut in the front and back and short, very short. She had spent three hours finding it and it was well worth the time and money. Eyes all over the room were on her as she hung the coat over the back of her chair and took a seat. She had leaned just enough to allow one side of the room a quick glimpse of her left breast and then gave the other side of the room a tantalizing look at her well-tanned thighs as she crossed her legs. The young waiter licked his lips, his eyes on her cleavage. "Would you like to order a drink?" He asked a moment later. Mattie leaned to the side and put her chin on her hand as she looked up at him. His eyes kept darting to the top of her dress. She grinned. He was getting a complete view of her right breast, nipple and all. "Yes, I think I'll have a white wine." He nodded quickly. With one last glance at her breast, he hurried away to get her drink. Mattie squeezed her thighs together as her sex clamped down tightly. Her new life started today and this was the kickoff point. She had already flashed a complete stranger on the subway on the way home from work and the cab driver on the way over here so she was well lubricated, as Bob would say. With no panties on, she figured she would be wet to her knees before the evening was over. She smiled as she re-crossed her legs. The young woman at the table across from her was watching intently so Mattie did it again, only slower. The young woman shivered and licked her lips. Mattie's smile turned to a grin. There was a candidate to help clean up her messy thighs if she ever saw one. The waiter appeared with her wine. "Anything else for you?" He asked. "Nope, I'm good thank you." she replied as she settled back to sip her drink. He hurried away and she watched his ass in his very tight pants as he went. "I'm sure not invisible any longer," she whispered as she looked around the room. The exhibitionist and voyeurs were very easy to spot now that she knew what to look for. A New Beginning "Not invisible at all," she said a little louder, a big grin spreading across her face. A New Beginning She should have been beautiful. She was a petite brunette of twenty-three of 5'2". Her shoulder length, auburn hair framed a delicate elfin face with green eyes, a button nose and a pair of soft, ruby-red lips. Her figure was slim, yet had all the curves in the right places covered by a short sleeved T-shirt and a knee length denim skirt. She should have been beautiful. Her left eye was swollen closed and was surrounded by an angry purple bruise. Her forearms had several small circular scars, about the size and shape of a cigarette end and a slight lump on her right side showed the result of a badly healed broken rib. She walked with a stoop and kept her eyes on the ground as she moved. Her face wore a haunted expression and never smiled. That smile that had, in the past, brightened an entire room. She should have been beautiful. Lynne finished packing her suitcase and closed the lid. Then she sat on her narrow bed and looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished, just the bed and a single battered wooden locker. The only decoration was a small crucifix screwed to the wall above the bed head. There was a tap at the door and a woman's voice said, "They're here Lynne." She stood up, grabbed the small case and opened the door. Her new friend, Sybille stood there. About 45 years old, she was a blousy looking bottle blonde, somewhat overweight and a cigarette permanently in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes could have been a vibrant blue, but they had seen too much and had lost their lustre. She smiled, "Are you okay love?" Lynne tried to return the smile, but could not. She was too nervous. She took a deep breath and then nodded. Together, the two women made their way to the front door of the building where three men stood waiting. Two of the men, although somewhat larger than Lynne showed a clear family resemblance. The other was a blond man of about 5'10". Broad shoulders and a well toned body with strong well-defined musculature. He obviously worked out on a regular basis. His face was masculine if not classically handsome. But the entire package presented quite an imposing figure. The older of the other men started to smile when he saw Lynne walking towards them, but his expression turned dark when he saw her face and arms as she came closer. He swore, "Bastard!" He started to shake with rage, "That bastard! Let's find him and kill him!" The blond responded, "Hang on Brian. The important thing is to get Lynne home. We can think about what to do about Jimmy once she's safe." Struggling to get his temper under control, Brian was forced to agree. The important thing was to get Lynne home. Lynne stopped in front of the trio, looked at Brian and burst into tears. He took his sister in his arms and whispered soothing noises as she sobbed uncontrollably. He managed to calm his little sister sufficiently for her to be led to where his car was parked. Before she climbed in, she turned and looked back at Sybille stood in the doorway of the women's refuge and said, "Thank you." Sybille smiled briefly and replied, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I never want to see you again," then she returned back inside and closed the door behind her. Brian took the driver's seat and Tommy sat next to him, leaving the back seat for Nathan and Lynne. The young man regarded her silently as she sat next to him. Lynne sat with her head bowed and stared at her hands as her fingers intertwined. He had always held a candle for her and it pained him to see the woman he remembered as a happy-go- lucky person with a sparkling personality in such a despairing state. Her brothers in the front did not dare to speak, if they did then their collective rage would make them spew forth their hatred for the man who had done this to their baby sister, and both knew that the last thing she wanted to hear about was Jimmy. Nathan too was raging at the changes Jimmy had wrought in Lynne, but he managed to keep his emotions in check so he could at least talk to her. He reached out to touch her shoulder; Lynne saw his hand out of the corner of her eye and without conscious thought, flinched away from him. He recoiled as if he had been bitten, "I'm sorry Lynne," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you." Lynne looked back at him. She hated what she had become, scared to feel the touch of a man, even one as innocent as what Nathan had attempted. She knew he would not hurt her and she also knew that he had always had feelings for her, but still, she couldn't stand the touch of a man's hand. Her mind always jumped back to the feel of Jimmy's hand as he punished her for real or imagined transgressions. Her mind floated back. At first he had been an attentive and loving husband, but then one day that had changed. He had been made redundant from his job and had been unable to find another. Depression set in and he had started drinking. She remembered the first time he had ever laid his hand upon her. He had come home from the pub, drunk and they had started to row. Once again, he had spent the housekeeping on drink and he had slapped her. He was instantly contrite and apologetic and swore never to do it again. Lynne had believed him and forgave him that little slip. But it did happen again, repeatedly and each time he was just as apologetic and each time she forgave him. The slaps had turned to punches and kicks. His dinner was late, punch. She stayed out too late, punch. She accidentally broke his favourite beer glass when she was washing up, kick. On that occasion he had broken her rib and she had been too frightened to go to the hospital, so it had mended badly leaving the misshapen lump on her side. He started to tell her how stupid she was, how ugly she was and how worthless she was. And in time, she started to believe him. Her sex life with him was something she had come to fear and hate. On the rare occasions when he was able to perform, he would force himself on her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth and physically making her perform oral sex. His rancid breath and unwashed body nearly made her sick, but she had to maintain an air of enjoyment or risk another beating. One day it came to a head. He had come home drunk as usual and started accusing her of being unfaithful. One of his drinking cronies had told him how she had been seen dancing with another man on one of her infrequent nights out with her friends. The story was a tissue of lies; she never would have dared do such a thing, much as she might have wanted too. All of her entreaties fell on deaf ears. She could still remember his words, "You cheating slut! I'll show you what happens to wives who fuck around!" He removed his leather belt and had given her a savage beating on her back and buttocks. She curled into a screaming ball on the floor, but still he hit her until she thought she would pass out. Then he had calmly lit a cigarette and had applied it liberally to her forearms. The agony had been almost more than she could take. Once he had finished, he had calmly stood back up, put his belt back on and said coldly, "Now, Bitch. I didn't want to do that, but I had to. You do understand don't you? You gave me no choice." He then walked into the kitchen and called out matter-of-factly, "Is dinner ready yet?" That episode had been the turning point for Lynne, she couldn't take any more. She was terrified that the next time he beat her up, he would kill her. Once, she had loved him, but now the only feelings she had were fear and loathing. So, the very next day when he went out to continue with the destruction of his liver, she had grabbed a small suitcase, filled it with her few clothes and headed straight for the women's refuge. Nathan watched Lynne carefully as she sat deep in thought; his voice was thick with emotion as he asked, "Jesus, Lynne. What's he done to you?" Lynne couldn't answer him, all she could do was sit and weep in silence. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a few days later. Lynne had been brought home to live with Brian and Nathan in the house they shared together. She had been given her own room and a rota for the bathroom worked out. Both men were careful to give Lynne all the privacy she needed. They knew she was very conscious about her body and the scars it carried. Their evenings were spent listening to music or watching television in the living room. Sometimes Brian and Nathan would enjoy a beer, but Lynne never drank anything stronger than tonic water. However, this particular evening, Brian was forced to work late and so Nathan and Lynne had the house to themselves. They were stood together in the kitchen and were just finishing off the washing up. Nathan had just rinsed out the bowl and turned to ask Lynne if she wanted a hand with the drying. She turned her head to look at him and as she did so, accidentally knocked a wine glass from the draining board onto the floor, where it landed and broke into several pieces. Lynne stiffened as she watched it fall; it was almost as though it was slow motion. She looked back up at Nathan, but all she could see was Jimmy snarling in anger at her clumsiness. Nathan reached out to see if she was okay, but what she saw was a fist flying towards her. She screamed. Lynne fell to the floor and curled into the foetal position, still screaming, "Please Jimmy! I didn't mean it! No!" Nathan stood in shock. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever expect to see Lynne in the state she in now, "Oh Jesus! What's that bastard done to you?" He crouched down next to her and tried to gather Lynne into his arms. She felt his touch and started lashing out wildly, desperate to escape the beating she knew was coming. And still she screamed. Nathan ignored her tiny, flailing fists. He forced her into a semi-sitting position and wrapped his arms around her firmly, "It's okay, it's Nathan. You're safe here. It's all okay." Over and over he whispered those words as she sobbed and hammered against his chest. Eventually, she reached the point of exhaustion and her fighting and sobbing died down. She held her arms in front of her chest inside his embrace and she cried quietly into his shoulder. But still he maintained his steady soothing words. Presently, her crying stopped and she stared into space dully. Lynne felt like a rag doll in Nathan's arms. Gently he picked her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and covered her in a blanket and then sat down next to her and stroked her forehead. Her eyes slowly focussed on his face and she tentatively reached up to take his hand. She squeezed it gently, held it to her cheek and gave him a shy half-smile. Nathan gazed down at her and smiled back gently, "You're exhausted," he said, "try and sleep a bit." Brian arrived home later that evening and stood in the doorway to his sister's room. He saw her asleep on the bed and Nathan still sat next to her holding her hand. Nathan noticed the new arrival, and at Brian's look of askance carefully extracted his hand and left the room. Back downstairs, Brian asked what had happened and Nathan recounted the events of the evening, getting more and more emotional as he spoke. "She panicked because she broke a glass?" By this point Nathan was shaking with impotent fury and tears flowed unbidden, "Oh Jesus Brian! You didn't see her!" his hand flew to his mouth as though he were about to be sick, "If I ever see him, I am gonna put him in a fucking wheelchair!" Brian was shocked, he had never seen his friend like this, and the vehemence with which he spoke convinced Brian of his sincerity. He reached out to clasp Nathan by the shoulder and answered, "Join the queue." Late into the night, the two friends sat together. Brian barely spoke, but he listened as Nathan poured his heart out. How he felt about Lynne, how it hurt him so much to see her like that, what he was going to do to Jimmy if he ever saw him. But mainly how he felt about Lynne. During a lull, Brian said, "Do you think I'm blind? Do you think I didn't know how you felt? I know you better than you think Nathan," he paused, "I want to ask you a favour." "What?" "You've got a lot of holiday time left. I haven't got any. I want you to stay here with Lynne and keep an eye on her for me." "Of course," Nathan looked a little embarrassed, "Actually I was going to do that anyway." Brian didn't speak, but he did smile quietly to himself. The next morning after Brian had gone off to work, Nathan rang his employer and told them of his plans. Once made fully aware of the circumstances they were more than happy to let him have leave at such short notice. Then he prepared a light breakfast on a tray and took it upstairs. He tapped lightly on Lynne's door and hearing no response quietly entered the room. She was still asleep burrowed inside her blanket. Nathan put the tray on her bedside table and then gently shook her awake by the shoulder. Her eyes opened and he smiled, "Morning. I've brought your breakfast." Lynne presented him with her curious grin and answered, "There's no need, I'm not an invalid you know." "I know I didn't need to. I wanted to. Come on, sit up and eat." Lynne sat up and accepted the tray. The smell of the scrambled eggs on toast made her mouth water. She took a drink of coffee and then set about her breakfast with gusto, "Mmmm," she said, "This is tasty." Nathan sat and watched her polish off the food, when she had cleared her plate and had drank the last of her coffee, he slowly reached up so she could see his arm as it moved and wiped the side of her mouth with his thumb, "Crumbs," he said. She shivered slightly at his touch but did not flinch away, Nathan considered that a good sign, "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked. Lynne looked down, "Better... Nathan... I'm sorry about last night." His hand dropped to her shoulder and he rubbed it gently, "Don't be silly, you have nothing to be sorry for." Lynne placed her hand over his on her shoulder and replied, "Maybe, but I wanted to say it anyway," she leaned forward, placed a delicate kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Thank you." Nathan was embarrassed and excited by her kiss. He was also disgusted with himself for being turned on by such an innocent gesture, especially as he knew how difficult it must have been for her. He fought down his conflicting emotions and with just a slight quaver in his voice said, "I'll take this away and you can get yourself sorted out. If you want, we can go out somewhere today. I've taken a few days leave, so whatever you wanna do..." She considered the proposal, "Well, I do need some new clothes. I don't have many, Jimmy sold most of my clothes along with just about everything we owned." Nathan stood up, took the tray and said, "That's it then. I'll take you shopping." "Wait, I... I haven't any money." "Don't worry about that, I'll sort you out." "Oh Nathan, I couldn't." "Rubbish! Tell you what, we'll call it a loan and you pay me back when you can, okay?" A slight smile, "Okay then, a loan. Thank you." Later, they arrived at a small High Street Boutique and Nathan said, "Tommy's girlfriend works here, come on I'll introduce you." Inside, they met up with a tall willowy ash-blonde with a very pretty face. Nathan introduced them and then Julie led Lynne away with a warm smile. Together the two women chose some outfits for Lynne to try on. While Lynne was in the changing cubicle, Julie popped her head round to ask if she was okay. She saw Lynne from behind bending over to slip on a skirt, she wasn't wearing a blouse. Speechless, Julie came away from the changing area and sought out Nathan where he stood by the shop entrance. Her face was white. Concerned, Nathan asked, "What's the matter?" Julie was close to tears, she swallowed and replied, "Jesus! Have you seen her back?" "No... Why? What's the matter?" She didn't answer him, she just said, "You find him, you kick his teeth in!" Nathan saw Lynne emerge from the cubicle and walk over to them. She gave a twirl, "Well?" She was wearing a long sleeved blouse over a leather waistcoat and a bunched peasant skirt. Julie managed to squeak, "Lovely. You look lovely." Nathan agreed absently, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Eventually, Lynne had selected a few outfits and Nathan paid. Together they left the shop and returned home. Once they had packed all her new clothes away, Lynne looked at him, "Nathan? You're very quiet. What's the matter?" He returned her gaze solemnly, "Show me your back." Lynne's expression clouded, "Why?" "I want to see it." "Nathan..." "Show me your back." She turned around and unbuttoned her blouse. Her head was bowed as she slipped her top down her arms to expose what should have been a clear expanse of milky skin to his view. He gave a sharp intake of breath and then said, "Why didn't you tell us sooner? Why did you stay with him so long?" Lynne slipped her blouse back on but did not button it up again, she turned to face Nathan and said, "I was scared to leave him." She was shaking like a leaf. Nathan forced himself to look her in the eye instead of at the narrow expanse of skin left visible by the open blouse. He moved toward her and rested his hands on her shoulders, "All you had to do was call. I would have got you out of there." She looked frightened as she replied, "I thought he'd kill me." Nathan embraced her tight and heard her whisper, "I just wish he'd been like you." That was his first inkling that his feelings for her, feelings he had carried for some years now, were reciprocated. His heart flew, but it was also aching because of what had needed to happen for him to find out. He thought viciously that Jimmy had amassed a score that would be difficult to settle, but he may yet manage it. A voice from the door surprised them, "Hello hello, what's going on here? It was Brian. Lynne jumped like a scalded cat and tried to button her blouse closed, she fumbled but could not make her fingers work, so blushing furiously, she held her blouse closed and bolted from the room and up the stairs. Nathan raised his hands and said, "It's not what you think." Brian regarded him carefully, there was an amused glint in his eye that Nathan did not see, "What do you think I thought it was?" "She was showing me her back." "Is that what they call it now?" "Brian..." Suddenly the other man laughed out loud, "It's not my business, but if you make her happy, then it's okay with me," he stopped laughing when he saw that Nathan had remained sombre. Nathan told him about the scars on Lynne's back. Brian wobbled slightly and had to sit down, he put his head in his hands and said, "I'm going to fucking kill him. I mean it Nate, I'm going to kill him," he paused and looked at Nathan, "Go upstairs and talk to her. Find out everything he did. I think she'll talk to you." Nathan nodded and then went upstairs. He tapped lightly on Lynne's door, "Lynne, can I come in?" She answered quietly in the affirmative, so he pushed open the door and walked inside. Lynne was sat on her bed; her blouse still undone and she stared blankly at the floor. He sat down beside her and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" Suddenly, Lynne threw her arms around him and held him close, he could feel her heart beating fast against his chest and she began to talk. She told him about the first time Jimmy had hit her, all the excuses she had made for him, trying to explain away the marks and bruises that appeared almost daily and finally she told him about the beating that had forced her to flee to the refuge. Nathan sat in silence listening to her story and gently letting his hand rub up and down her spine soothingly. When she had finished he said, "Well, that's over now. It's in the past and we won't let anything bad happen to you. You're surrounded by people who love you... And you wouldn't believe what your brothers are going to do to Jimmy if they ever see him again." A New Beginning Against all expectation, she barked a short laugh and then looked at him, "What did you mean, surrounded by people who love me?" "Your brothers love you and... and I love you." She returned into her embrace and said, "That's nice." They sat together in silence for a while and then she released him and said, "Come on, let's go downstairs, Brian will think we've run away," as she spoke, she gave him a sad smile. Lynne buttoned up her blouse and they returned downstairs. The rest of the evening was spent in relative silence; the three members of the household were content to spend time lost in their own thoughts. Nathan was thinking about how lovely Lynne looked when she smiled. He just wished her old smile would come back, not the sad half smile that played around her lips now, her real smile. He was also thinking about how much he loved her. And much as he tried to put it out of his mind, he was thinking about the sight of Lynne with her blouse open. He stole the occasional glance at her as she watched television. She was quite the loveliest woman he had ever seen, but perhaps he was a little biased. Lynne was thinking about Nathan and how supportive and thoughtful he had been. She had always had a soft spot for him. She had never thought of him romantically before, but now she wasn't sure. He had always had a somewhat sensitive nature, but she was only just coming to understand what a good man he was. She sighed inwardly, why couldn't she have fallen for him, instead of... She stole the occasional sly glance at him whilst he watched television and for the first time noticed how handsome he was. Brian was thinking of new and interesting ways to make Jimmy's last moments on Earth as exquisitely agonising as he could. He was also stealing sly glances at the other two as they pretended to watch television and smiled. The next few days followed the same general routine, after Brian had gone to work, Nathan and Lynne would enjoy a leisurely breakfast together, she would run through the classified ads of the local paper looking for a job and then they would decide what to do for the day. Sometimes they would go for a walk, or perhaps enjoy an ice cream in the local ice cream parlour. Once they even went to the seaside for the day. But mostly, they just sat about the living room and chatted. And talked. And gossiped. About everything. Him, her, what he liked, what she wanted out of life, the price of fish, everything. Lynne had not felt so relaxed being alone with a man in months and she really enjoyed it, especially a man like Nathan. He was thoughtful, considerate and charming. And he never took liberties, no matter how much he might have wanted to. She found herself actually looking forward to the day he would summon up the courage to kiss her. One morning, they were sat in the kitchen just after breakfast and Lynne was reading the paper, she reached for her coffee without looking and knocked the cup onto the floor. She looked at the broken cup lying in a pool of spilled coffee and then she looked back up at Nathan. He was sat staring at her with an expression bordering on fear. He whispered, "It's only a cup. It doesn't matter." She half smiled, shrugged and agreed, "It's only a cup." Nathan quickly moved round the table, hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips. Then embarrassed at his own daring he pulled away, "I'm... I'm sorry Lynne." Lynne considered what had just happened. She had broken a cup; something that would have earned her a savage beating from Jimmy had just earned her a kiss from Nathan. She found she liked it. His breath was sweet and his lips tender. Lynne carefully picked up his cup and looking him in the eye dropped it on the floor, then she held out her arms to him, "Do I get another?" He laughed and said, "I don't believe you just did that." She replied, "I'll smash every cup in the house if it means that you kiss me again." Nathan took her hands and pulled her to her feet and then placed his lips against her own once more. He started to pull away after a second or two, but Lynne's arms snaked around his neck and held him tight, prolonging the kiss. When they eventually came up for air, Nathan whispered, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." "You don't know how long I've wanted you to do it." He looked into her eyes and slowly moved his face towards her for another kiss. Because they were so busy, neither noticed a figure pop up at the window and watch them with a scowl, before melting away again. Nathan led Lynne through to the living room and they sat together on the sofa. He put his arms around her again and her hands came up to hold his head. They closed their eyes and kissed again. As their lips pressed lovingly together, they slowly opened as their emotions grew stronger, soon Nathan had insinuated his tongue between Lynne's lips and gently touched her own. She responded warmly and her hands snaked around his neck to hold him firm in her grasp. Lynne moaned quietly in her throat as his soft moist tongue wrestled with hers. His embrace became more passionate and she could feel his arms trembling as he held her, just like her own arms trembled as she held him. Lynne felt his left hand start a slow journey from her back, round her side, over the bulge of her malformed rib... Her eyes shot open. She pulled away from him and stood up. Confused, Nathan gaped at her and asked, "What's the matter? Lynne couldn't meet his gaze, she covered her face with her hands and said, "I'm sorry Nathan... I can't do this." Confused, he stammered, "W... Why?" Lynne shouted, "I just can't!" and then ran to her room sobbing. Nathan followed her and hammered on the door, but she had locked it behind her and ignored his entreaties to talk to him. Dejected, Nathan returned to the living room and sat in silence until Brian returned home. "What's the matter Nathan?" Nathan explained and Brian nodded sagely, "I understand. She wanted to, but she was scared. After what Jimmy put her through, I'm not surprised, " with a heavy sigh, he continued, "But if anyone can help her, you can. I've seen the way you two have been looking at each other. Tell you what. I'll give you both some privacy tonight, after all I feel a bit like a spare prick at a wedding at the moment. I'll sleep over at Tommy and Julie's and that'll give you two this evening alone, after all today's your last day of holiday. Okay?" "Oh Brian, you don't have to do that." "I want to do it. I miss Lynne's smile. The one she used to have and I want you to get it back." After Brian had packed a small overnight bag and left, Nathan returned to Lynne's door and called, "Lynne, I know you're upset at the moment, but I really don't know why. No pressure, but if you want to talk then you know where I am. Okay?" There was no answer, but he had not really expected one so he returned to the kitchen to prepare a sandwich. He was eating when Lynne appeared in the doorway; her eyes were red with crying. Nathan smiled gently and said, "Hello. There's a sandwich going if you want one." She shook her head, but sat down at the table across from him, "Nathan..." she began. He stopped eating and waited for her to continue. She pinched the bridge of her nose and then said, "I just wanted to say sorry, about this morning. I didn't mean to lead you on." "It's okay Lynne. I understand—" "UNDERSTAND? UNDERSTAND? YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!" She shouted, her face a mask of fury. Quietly, "So tell me Lynne, and maybe I will." Barely able to keep from screaming, she snarled, "You can never understand! How ugly I am... what he did to me... What I let him do to me!" Nathan remained sat in his chair, ignoring her rage and replied, "I can try, if you'll let me." Suddenly, Lynne thrust the sleeves of her blouse up her arms and showed Nathan the circular scars that were dotted about her forearms, "Look at these!" She ripped the blouse from her body and stood up, turning her back to him, "Look at my back!" She started to sob and rubbed her hand forcefully back and forth, through her hair before continuing, "I used to be proud of my body! Now look at me! I hate myself; I hate what I've become. I feel so ugly, I don't know how you can look at me without throwing up!" "The scars don't matter." "THEY MATTER TO ME!" Nathan stood up and came round the table to comfort her, as he reached out, she pushed him away and shouted, "DON'T TOUCH ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Stung, he answered, "Why won't you let me help you?" Lynne buried her face in her hands and said, "Because I'm scared. I want you and I'm so frightened that it'll all be the same..." Angry himself now, Nathan shouted, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare compare me to that... animal who did this to you!" She spun round to face him and slapped his face, "DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!" Nathan stood there and accepted the blow. As he felt his cheek redden he said, "No we're not Lynne." Lynne started hammering her tiny fists against his chest, "Yes you are! You're all the same, you start out being all nice until you get what you want!" Nathan wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed uncontrollably, still lashing out at him, "What happened to me?" she wailed, "I used to be a nice person!" "You are a nice person, you're a lovely person." "NO! I'm ugly and I'm stupid and I'm worthless! And I hate myself!" She gradually stopped pounding her fists into his ribcage, she wasn't very strong and Nathan could easily ignore her blows. But still she bawled. Gently, Nathan eased her away and said, "I wish I could make you realise that the scars don't matter. Jimmy gave them to you, and he told you all those horrible things, but it wasn't true, the stupid, ugly, worthless one in that marriage was him not you." He let his finger touch her, still slightly swollen and discoloured eye, "Some scars will fade," his hand dropped to the bulge in her ribcage, "And some won't. But it really doesn't matter. Not to me. Because I love you. You, the you inside as well as, if not more than the you outside. And to be brutally frank, I think the you outside is beautiful too." Lynne stepped away from him, "I know your game. You say the things you think I want to hear until you get what you want! You just want to fuck me, and then what? Brag about it to all your friends I suppose." "That's not true Lynne and you know it." "Then what do you want?" "I want to make you happy again. I want the old Lynne back." Angry again, she shouted, "WELL SHE'S GONE! GONE FOR GOOD AND SHE AIN'T COMING BACK!" Nathan sighed heavily, "No, you're right, the old Lynne's gone, but that doesn't mean that the new Lynne can't be happy." She started moving her hand back and forth through her hair again and said, "Do you think I don't want to be? I do, but I don't know how." Nathan reached out to stroke her cheek, "Then let me show you." Suspicious, "How?" Gentle, "Let me show you how it should be." Uncertain, "I... I don't know. I mean, I want to trust you but..." Quiet, "Don't be scared. You need never be scared of me, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Nervous, "I can stop whenever I want?" Soothing, "Whenever you want." Slowly, carefully Nathan reached out and placed a feather light kiss on her lips, she shivered slightly, but allowed the kiss to continue, to develop. Nathan put his arms around her and she returned the embrace. His fingers played up and down her spine, sending tingles through her body. Her own hands remained motionless as she held him, still unsure of her emotions. He pulled away slightly and said, "Perhaps we should go somewhere more comfortable. I don't think the kitchen's suitable for what I have in mind." Still a little suspicious and not yet over her anger, Lynne agreed and allowed Nathan to lead her to his room. Nathan indicated his bed, it was a large double and said, "Lie down on your front." She did so and after kicking off his shoes, he knelt on the bed next to her, "You're very tense, I think you need a massage," gently he ran his finger along one of the thick red welts that decorated her back and asked, "Do these hurt?" Lynne mumbled, "No, not any more." "Okay, just relax now. I want you to enjoy this." He started to rub her back with slow sweeping motions travelling up her spinal column, over her shoulder blades and down her sides. Once or twice, he snagged his fingers in her bra, so he stopped his massage and placed his hand on the catch. He waited, asking a silent question. "Yes, if it's in the way." Nathan undid her bra and she raised herself slightly to shimmy it down her arms and off, then Lynne lay back down again. Once she was settled, he started to rub her skin once more. After several minutes, he started to concentrate on her shoulders and neck. Lynne couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan as his warm, strong hands eased away the tension in her muscles. She murmured, "You're very good at this." He just whispered, "Shhh. Lie still and enjoy." He shuffled up the bed and started working on her arm from shoulder to wrist, making small circular movements with his thumbs. He could feel her cares dropping away under his careful ministrations. Once he had dealt with her other arm in the same way, he moved back to the foot of the bed and said, "Raise your hips, I need to take your skirt off so I can do your legs." She did so almost as if she was in a trance and he slid the garment down her legs, being careful to leave her panties in place. They were of thin, white cotton with a cherry motif on the backside, and he could make out further scarring on her buttocks through the material. Nathan carefully took Lynne's left foot and started to massage it firmly, she giggled as his thumb ran long the sole, "Sorry," she said, "I'm a bit ticklish there." He replied quietly, "I'll be more careful," and continued with his work. After a while he transferred his attention to her other foot and made sure that he didn't tickle this time, before starting on her calves and the backs of her thighs and then onto her buttocks. Lynne stiffened slightly, but when she felt his hands make no attempt to go between her thighs she started to relax once more. Once he considered this part of the massage finished he asked, "I'll do the front now. Would you like your bra back first, before you turn over?" Lynne was pleasantly surprised by the question; it showed a consideration that she was not used to. Also, she surprised herself by just turning over to lie on her back, "No," she said, "I think I'll trust you for the moment." Involuntarily and perhaps, naturally Nathan's eyes were drawn to Lynne's breasts. They were fairly small, barely a handful, but they were firm and upstanding with very little sag as she lay on her back and they were tipped with the most delightful coral coloured nipples. Nathan could tell that she was not excited, merely relaxed and for the moment trusting that he would not do anything to upset her. He smiled and then began working his hands up and down the fronts of her legs and thighs. As he worked up nearer to her hips, Lynne's breathing subtly changed, it became somewhat shallower and she parted her legs slightly so he could work his hands over the soft velvet of her inner thighs. Nathan was very careful not to touch her too intimately and at one point was forced to stop for a moment so he could rearrange his growing erection into a more comfortable position. Even just lying still on the bed Lynne could arouse him more than any other woman he had ever been with. Not sure he could trust himself any further in that region of her body, Nathan transferred his attention to her midriff. He worked in tiny circles over her stomach and up to her ribcage. His knuckles brushing briefly on the underside of her breasts as he moved to her sides and down again. He felt tiny spasms as his fingers slid back along the waistband of Lynne's knickers over her stomach before starting the entire cycle again. After some minutes of gentle rubbing, Nathan was surprised when Lynne took his hands in her own and slid them up and onto her breasts. Neither moved until she opened her eyes to look at him and whispered, "Show me... Show me how it should be." Nathan leaned down slowly and paused just before his lips met her own. He looked into her eyes and whispered back, "I will." His eyes closed and he kissed her. Quick, feather light kisses first on her top lip and then the bottom. He traced the line of her jaw with his mouth, stopping every so often to flick out his tongue until he reached her earlobe and began to nibble on it gently. Nathan slid his hands from her breasts and one snaked up her chest and behind her neck so he could rub the base of her hairline with finger and thumb. The other hand moved up and down her left side from the side of her rapidly warming breast to her hip. Lynne couldn't help but let a soft moan escape from her lips as she succumbed to the loving sensations Nathan was arousing in her. Never had she felt so loved, so adored. Her skin tingled wherever his exploring fingers touched and she felt her head turning almost of it's own volition as he started to trace the line along her jaw and back to her tender lips. She wanted to kiss him again, not the rapid little butterfly kisses he had bestowed so far, but a proper kiss. A kiss of passionate lovers. Their lips met and Lynne opened her mouth slightly so she could reach out with her tongue to brush against his own. Deep in her heart of hearts, she was waiting for the rough thrusting of an uncaring man to force himself into her mouth, but that never happened. Nathan fought down his rising passion, wanting to keep things slow and gentle. He didn't want to scare her, so he just allowed his own questing tongue to return the soft manipulation of hers, carefully they engaged in their oral wrestling match and still Nathan let his hands wander slowly over her silky, soft skin. Almost with thought, Lynne reached out and started to unbutton Nathan's shirt until it was totally open. She pulled it out his trousers and brushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. Nathan found himself unable to continue with his own explorations whilst this happened so he quickly pulled it off and threw it onto the floor before returning to her body. Once his upper body was naked, Lynne began her own tactile exploration, she delighted in his clean aroma, and she wallowed in the feel of his well-toned muscles, such a difference from her husband. And she also found herself desperate to feel him touch her sensitive areas. She wanted him to feel her breasts and her nipples as they hardened with expectation and arousal. Lynne was also starting to feel a need between her legs, a need that had been missing from her life for so long. A small patch of dampness appeared on the front of her knickers. Nathan let his wandering hand fall to the outside of her thigh. One finger traced a line over the top and on to the soft skin between her legs before moving up and over her pussy. She felt a spasm in her womb as his finger ran over her swollen pussy and back up to her belly. The touch, almost too light to feel was driving her to distraction. Lynne's own hands also did not remain lazy. She pushed his body away slightly so she could get to his belt and undo it. She had a little trouble with his buttons and his fly, so Nathan reached down to help her. Once opened, he shimmied his trousers down his legs and lay next to Lynne in just his boxer shorts. He jumped a little when she started to handle his hard penis through the material and gently wanked his length. Nathan placed his hand over hers to stop her and nuzzling into the dip in her throat murmured, "Not yet, there's plenty of time." A New Beginning Breathing heavily, Lynne answered, "I want it... I want it now." Again, he just responded, "Shhh," before tracing a line with his tongue from her throat down to her sternum, then over her heaving right breast and onto her stiff nipple. He lashed it with his moist tongue and nibbled it lightly sending Lynne into paroxysms of delight. She arched her back and groaned as small darts of pleasure and warmth spread through her chest. And then she felt his hand gently cup her pussy through her knickers, it was a two-pronged attack on her pleasure centres and she collapsed back on to the bed in ecstasy. Nathan let his mouth trail down her body, planting gentle kisses every inch of the way until he was at her mound. Using finger and thumb, he slipped the gusset to one side and then thrust his stiffened tongue straight inside her. Automatically, Lynne spread her legs wider and grabbed his hair in her clutching grasp. She could only breath in sharply with her eyes wide open as she felt his soft tongue work in and out of her soaking hole. And then, without warning, Nathan took her to another level. He pursed his lips around her throbbing clit and breathed in sharply, the warm of his mouth combined with the cold inrush of air immediately sent Lynne over the edge and into a powerful orgasm. She almost screamed with pleasure and tried to force his face even harder into her aching cunt. But still he tortured her, working his lips and tongue over and over her engorged nubbin until the waves of ecstasy made her collapse back onto the bed like a rag doll. Lynne could do nothing but gasp for air whilst lying limply on the bed. She could feel Nathan slowly sliding her knickers down her legs, but she was unable to do anything to help him as she rode the intense roller coaster of her own emotions. Nathan, once he had removed her knickers, slid between her out thrust legs and positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her soaking vagina. He whispered, "Do you want this?" The expression of pure lust on Lynne's face was the only answer he needed, so slowly, he entered her, thrusting gently and pushing only a few inches at a time inside her love channel as she bucked underneath him, desperate for him to fully embed himself. Lynne pushed her pussy up at him as he slid further inside until his entire 7" of hard steel was inside. He couldn't believe how wet she was as she received the intruder into her cunt. It was almost as though she was ejaculating her sweet juices. Nathan gazed into her eyes as she returned the stare and whispered, "This... This is how it should be." And he began to thrust in and out. He angled his entry so that his cock rubbed along her clit with every stroke, and he did so maddeningly slowly. Lynne, once more found herself unable to speak, all she could do was hold him tight and shake her head from side to side as the sensations built up in her womb. She was aching for him to take her, to slam his hard cock into her and fuck her, but he just continued with the same slow, rhythmic motion that was making her pussy boil. Lynne thought she might pass out, it was incredible. Nathan's cock was arousing a passion like she had never, ever known and she loved it. A small orgasm broke in her womb and she clenched her soaking pussy tight around him. Nathan grunted at the unexpected extra tightness and had to force himself not to spill his seed right there. "Oh my God," he moaned, "You're incredible." In response, Lynne reached up and pulled his head to her own so she could kiss him fiercely and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Then she pushed his head away and snarled, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Nathan increased the tempo and power of his thrusts, "Like this?" Lynne's eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, "Harder... Harder." He pulled his prick almost all the way out and then slammed it back inside her forcefully, "Like this!?" "Oh yeah!... Oh God!..." Lynne pulled her legs up, opening herself up as wide as she could for Nathan. He slipped his arms under her knees and then started pounding his throbbing member in and out of her sopping hole. Their pubic bones slapped together and Nathan's balls nudged her arse with every thrust. Together they could feel a monster climax brewing as Nathan's cock began to twitch with the beginnings of a huge cum and Lynne's cunt was almost spasming around his slick length as he slid in and out. And then Nathan came. He groaned as spurt after spurt of thick, pearly white cum jetted up her pussy and hit her cervix, triggering Lynne's own orgasm. If she thought her earlier climax had been good, then it was as nothing next to this one. She tensed up, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Her mouth was wide open in a grinning, silent scream, the only sound she was able to make was a keening growl in the back of her throat. White hot spears of ecstasy shot from her womb to her brain and a fiery heat filled her belly, growing to consume her whole body in it's orgasmic warmth. She could feel Nathan's rigid cock tight inside her contracting pussy, shooting it's streams of cum inside her and each one signalled another wave of pleasure from her womb. And then they collapsed together, kissing and hugging feverishly. Nathan moaned every time Lynne's still spasming pussy squeezed his over sensitive prick, still embedded deep inside her even as it started to soften and shrink. Once he felt able to speak, Nathan murmured, "And that my dear, is how it should be." Lynne smiled dreamily and whispered back, "I think I may let you talk me into this again." Nathan chuckled, "I love you." She responded, hugging him even closer, "I love you too." And together they fell asleep in a tangled, loving heap. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Nathan opened his eyes and stretched. His eyes drifted over to Lynne where she lay, still asleep, next to him. Her duvet had slipped slightly and her bare leg poked out from underneath it. She lay face down with her arms pushed underneath her pillow and her face had the relaxed innocence of a person who could finally sleep peacefully. A single lock of her hair and fallen down in front of her face and moved back and forth as she breathed. He smiled to himself as he shimmied round to lie on his side, facing her and reached out to gently move the errant strand of hair from her face. His touch roused Lynne from her slumber, her eyes slowly opened and his face swam into view. "Morning," he whispered. Lynne gave him her little half smile and replied, "Morning." She reached out an arm and snaked it over his chest to pull him close for a hug. Lynne burrowed her head into his shoulder and sighed in contentment. She heard him murmur something and pulled her head away to look him in the face, "What did you say?" "Marry me." Lynne sat up, almost in shock, "Nathan, I can't, I'm still married to... him." "Then get a divorce and marry me." She looked at Nathan where he lay and said, "I don't know. I mean, I love you but..." Nathan could see she was scared. Not of him, but the idea of a husband. After all, she had come through a bad experience of marriage. He sat up next to her and put his arm over her shoulder. With his other hand, he turned her face toward him and said, "I'm not trying to pressure you. All I ask is that you think about it... Please." Lynne started to cry softly as she let Nathan draw her in and hold her close. Later that morning Nathan and Lynne ate breakfast together in silence. The only noise was the thump of the mail delivery and the local paper landing on the hall floor through the letterbox. Once finished, Nathan stood up, and got ready to go to work, he kissed Lynne's cheek and said, "I'm off, I'll see you later. Will you be okay on your own?" "I'll be fine." After he had left, Lynne cleared away the breakfast things and sat down on the sofa to scan the local paper for situations vacant when she heard the doorbell chime and went to answer it. She opened the door and her heart leapt into her mouth, it was Jimmy. He was about 5'6", overweight, unshaven and dirty. His hair was uncombed and he stank of stale alcohol. She was scared and asked, "What do you want?" Jimmy's speech was slightly slurred as he answered, "I want to talk to you." Lynne tried to slam the door in his face, but he was too fast and pushed it wide open, knocking her backwards onto the hall floor. He closed the door behind him and stood over her, "I said I wanna talk to you. Who do you think you are? Running away from me, I'm your husband!" She could only stare at him, terrified of what he would do. Jimmy continued, "But now I find you shacked up with another man. You whore! You think you can get away that easily?" He bunched his fists and snarled, "Well I know how to deal with a cheating slut like you!" Lynne knew what was coming and desperately tried to scramble away, but she was too slow. She felt his hand grab her hair and she yelped in pain as he started to drag her into the front room. Jimmy, even in his drunken state was more than a match for her and he easily overpowered her. Once in the living room he threw her onto the sofa, raised his hand and gave her a ringing slap in the face. The shock and pain made Lynne cry out. She screamed for him to stop and desperately tried to defend herself, but it was no good. The slaps turned to punches and she fell onto the floor in a ball, trying to protect herself. Lynne felt a patch of warm wetness grow on her forehead and stinging blood started to seep into her eyes, almost blinding her. Jimmy took a couple of paces back and then gave her a running kick in the abdomen. Her breath was forced from her lungs and she felt sickness rising in her stomach. Bright lights danced in front of her eyes and she could hear the blood thumping in her ears. Lynne could feel herself slipping away into unconsciousness and knew that she might never wake up if she did. Lynne could hear Jimmy shouting as he lined up another kick, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. It was as though he was shouting from the end of a long tunnel and the echoes took all sense away from his words. Dimly, she saw the door open behind Jimmy. It was Nathan. Lynne tried to reach out for him but could not make her arms obey her. She saw his expression change from shock to anger to rage in a split second. She watched him storm across the room and grab Jimmy, spin him round, and punch him hard in the face. Jimmy tumbled backwards with blood spurting from his crushed nose and tripped heavily over Lynne's prone figure to land sprawled on the floor. He screamed in pain and raised his hands in surrender, but Nathan ignored the gesture. Nathan fell upon him like a god of righteous fury! Lynne felt her gorge rise, her stomach churned; she vomited and began to slip away into insensibility. The last thing she saw was Nathan kneeling over her husband, his face a snarling mask of pure fury, slamming his fist repeatedly into Jimmy's face, punctuating every blow with a shout, "Bastard!" And then all went black. She never felt the gentle arms lift her back onto the sofa and wrap her in a blanket, or felt the cold, damp cloth carefully wipe the blood from her face and wipe the slimy, bitter vomit from around her mouth, or the small plaster cover the cut on her forehead. And she never heard Nathan make a call on his mobile phone and say, "Brian... Bring Tommy, there's someone at the house you want to talk to... Yes, it's him... No, I got here in time, he knocked her out but I think she'll be fine... As soon as possible, I want him gone before she comes round... Okay, ten minutes." Lynne did not hear her brothers arrive, she did not feel Brian gently stroke her cheek, she never heard Tommy gulp back a sob at the sight of his sister. Still she slept in blessed peace, she never heard Jimmy's frenzied, almost incoherent pleading as her brothers dragged him from the house. When she eventually came too, the first thing she saw was Nathan's concerned face, "Are you okay?" he asked. Lynne tried to sit up and winced, she felt sick. And then she panicked, "Jimmy!" she cried. Nathan took her in his arms and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. He's gone and he won't be coming back." Lynne was inconsolable, she sobbed, she wailed and she wept. Jimmy was gone and Nathan was here, but still she could not get away from the fear that her husband instilled in her. Nathan patiently and quietly held the grief-stricken young woman and just as patiently whispered words of comfort. Until finally her sobbing and wailing died down, more from exhaustion than any lessening of emotion. And still he held her close. He said, "I will not let anyone hurt you ever again. I love you Lynne." She pulled away from him and looked deep into his eyes. Carelessly, she wiped her mouth and nose on her sleeve and blinked away the last of her tears. His gaze never left her own as he repeated, "I love you." She kissed him fiercely and then asked, "How come you came back?" He looked a little embarrassed, "Actually, I forgot my keys and had to come and get them... Lucky I did, I suppose." She remembered the look on his face when he had opened the door on Jimmy and her, and she also remembered his expression as he was beating Jimmy's head into the carpet. He had just jumped in to protect her, with no thought for himself. She felt his powerful arms around her, arms capable of such brutal violence in her defence, but so gentle when they enclosed her. This man who had made love with her. He hadn't fucked her, he hadn't just got his own pleasure with no thought for her feelings, he hadn't forced his attentions on her. No, he had made gentle love with her. Nathan had cherished her; he had worshipped and adored her. Lynne looked back into his face and could see nothing but love. Pure, unconditional love. The same love that lived in her own heart for him. "Yes." she whispered. "I've never left my keys at home in seven years." Lynne treated Nathan to her little half smile, "No silly. Yes I'll marry you." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The divorce from Jimmy was granted in absentia, as he had not been seen for some time and no one knew where he was. Also, the past history of his violence toward Lynne allowed a rapid decree absolute. Brian and Tommy wouldn't tell Nathan what happened to Jimmy. All Brian would say about it was, "Don't worry, you won't see him round here any more." Nathan never asked again. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a small Registry office wedding. Just Lynne and Nathan with Brian as the best man and Tommy and Julie as witnesses. After the ceremony and the happy couple had posed for photographs, Nathan embraced Lynne and kissed her gently on the nose. She shivered slightly. In the arms of her first husband she had felt pain, suffering, anguish and frightened. In the arms of her second, she felt loved, cherished, warm and something else, something that was the best of all. For the first time in her life, in the arms of her husband she felt... safe. Her smile lit up the room. A New Beginning The building had a red brick facade with three large blacked out windows that were protected by thick rusty bars. The door was painted bright red with black oversized hardware. It was early morning, 5AM, a damp fog hung low muting any sound coming from the docks nearby. To my left, three seagulls sat on a gun barrel piling fluffing their wings to ward off the morning dampness. They scattered when the door opened shedding a warm light out and into the gloom. I was on time for my appointment with Karla, she welcomed me in via an intercom with a proper business voice, terse but friendly. The door was securely closed and automatically locked. It was a small room with a maroon carpet and white walls leading to another door in a far wall, above it, an eye of a surveillance camera was recording everything in the room. One overhead light fixture provided a soft light that flattered the emptiness of the space. I took a deep breath as I stared at the camera and identified myself. There was no response, I became a little apprehensive but then the door opened, I entered. Karla sat at a desk reviewing papers, taking notes related to my visit. It was a dark room lit only by her desk light. She looked up with a pleasant smile directing me to a couch by one wall. We talked about the reason for my visit, defining boundaries. She was a dominant woman, supplying services to men and women of exotic tastes, she was stunning. I stuttered as I tried to explain what I thought I wanted to experience. We found an agreement on the money transaction and settled the deal, she walked over and escorted me into an adjoining room. She closed the door and locked it for our privacy. A faint smell of perfume filled the air, the room was empty except for a large wardrobe closet and a leather covered raised platform. Dim red lights hung from the ceiling directly over the platform. The walls and ceiling were dark maroon, the floor was covered with black tiles. I was a little nervous but my goal was clear, to experience sensations I had only read about and shamefully craved. After some small talk we were ready to begin. She removed her business suit exposing a bright red panty and bra set that emphasized her dominance. She had the body of a wild tigress, dangerous and lethal, much better than my expectations, I could not take my eyes off her. The wardrobe closet doors were open, I could see it was filled with all sorts domination tools including lots of evil looking insertion toys and restraining equipment. Just seeing all that put me in an aroused state right away, I could not wait to get started. I disrobed, the tight black spandex body suit under my street clothes caused her to chuckle. She directed me to lay on the platform as she sorted thru the array of things in the closet. I wanted to feel the sensation of loss of control, secured movement, at the mercy of a woman. I was sure I had made the right decision to enlist her into the mental destruction I was seeking. The room was comfortable, she was beautiful and come what may, I wanted the experiences she could supply. We met at a b&d fetish site on line. It was decided, I had the money, she had the talent. During one of our many conversations about my interests she asked exactly how far I wanted to delve into my fetishes. It being my first time, I could only leave the details to her, she readily agreed with a knowing it will be my pleasure. Flat on my back on the platform I began to realize how tight my body suit was, it covered me from head to toe with long sleeves, like a second skin. I raised myself up to allow her to wrap a corset around me, she teasingly synched it up, reality knocked, I closed my eyes. She moved like a cat adjusting the buckles on the corset. The spandex opened front and rear with zippers exposing my ass, cock and balls. Next came a chastity device with an extended probe, it was chrome plated metal, custom made to her specifications. With a little KY she slid the probe into my urethra then locked my cock into the cage. Thoughts of being neutered came to mind, somehow it made me feel confident. Pulling my balls down and back away from my body she wrapped a long cord tightly around the base and tied it off, the excess cord went between my legs. Then she closed the front zipper and had me turn over onto my stomach. A butt plug, even with lube, hurt quite a bit but I was determined to experience the plugged sensation, first time for me. It had a ring on the end to run the cords attached to my balls thru to keep the plug in all the way and then tightly up the crack of my ass to one of the rings on the corset. The plug itself was long but not too wide made of stainless steel, about six inches long. She zipped up the rear opening and stepped back. I gingerly rolled onto my side testing the cage and plug for comfort. The cord was knotted, an extra sensation I had not expected. She explained the cord, any movement of my torso would put more strain on my balls, she smiled as she said that. Savoring the moment, she went on to tell me that when we get straps on my legs, my balls will be crushed, or at least they will feel like it. That was a turning point for me, I had serious doubts I could handle it. I asked her if she would leave me alone for a couple minutes. After she left I relaxed into my situation. I could back out with no hard feelings but I would still have to pay for her services, sixteen hundred dollars for three hours of pleasure. The way my body was responding focused my attention to the strange new feelings happening inside me. I relaxed and began to look forward to more of her expertise. I knew I could not back out, I was hooked. I laid back and waited for her return. She returned with a bottle of beer and a couple Viagra pills. The beer tasted great, I gulped it down with the pills. Smiling she turned to retrieve more things to use on me. I turned over onto my stomach for her to cinch my hands together behind my back then my elbows. She did it with the expertise of a bondage queen. Bondage gloves were put on my hands, palms together. I lifted my head for a penis gag, she pulled it into my mouth and buckled the harness behind my head, it tasted like rubber. Straps four inches wide were next, she started at my ankles then just above my knees and finally my upper thighs. It became clear with the latter as my balls felt the crushing sensation she promised. The straps around my torso, over my arms, were next, she tightened two of them as tight as she could. I could not move a muscle as she rolled me over onto my back. A fleece lined blindfold snuggly buckled behind to the gag harness was next. As a post script, she wrapped bondage tape around my big toes and then wrapped the rest of my feet with it. I was totally in sub space, the experiment was much more than I had expected, with my body out of my control, all I could do was savor the sensation of helplessness. It was very warm, no, it was hot inside my bondage and as the Viagra kicked in, it got hotter. I wondered why my desire to try this was so strong but as time crept by I knew I had made the right decision. I began feeling intense pleasure by having my whole life removed, left only to a mental vacation. My body on the other hand was fighting for release and at the same time enjoying the building sexual frustration of helplessness. I visualized being offered up for a sacrifice. It was not only the pulling against the straps or the squirming for the added pleasure of the knotted cord thru my crotch, or the frustration of my cock trying to get hard inside the cage, there was an element of danger, a risk. Without a way of communicating directly with Karla, surely I could suffocate. That was a moment of panic, it did pass quickly though as I stretched into my bindings and remembered the panic button encased with my hands. When the time came to release me, she expertly undid all the restraints quietly humming as she worked. I removed the plug and cage myself, they were going home with me. She had changed into a black leather bustier, black panties and thigh high leather boots. Her wonderful breasts were on display, her long black hair severely pulled into a pony tail, she was not smiling. As I shakily stood to get dressed to leave I looked around and saw a woman hanging by her wrists, suspended naked by a mechanism above, she was covered with angry red stripes. I assumed whipped while blindfolded and gaged. Against a wall there was a gaged man tied spread eagle to a standing pyramid frame with clips on his nipples and a heavy weight hanging from his balls. Karla had other clients to attend to. I wondered what diabolical tortures those two were experiencing. Witnessing that helped me make a decision. I would return for more of her special talents, next time, she will torture me. We settled my bill with cash, a hug and a promise of my return. When I left the building I felt like a new man as I breathed the warm salty mid day air, the dampness was gone, the sun was out, it was a new day. end? A New Beginning She was a pharmaceutical blonde, of that I was almost certain, she was young, probably no more than 19 or 20, from what I could see as the wind fashioned her sun dress against her curves, she was stacked, physically at least, and she gave the impression that her contribution to an intelligent conversation would be, "Do you want fries with that?" I threw her a 'good morning' as I passed her, nothing unusual with that, I throw these at most people that I pass on my morning walk. "Is it?" She asked me in little more than a whisper. I stopped and took a closer look at her. There was something fragile about her appearance, and it wasn't that she was slowly recovering from a hard night's drinking or something. There was something more to her than that. "Why would you say that?" I asked her. "It is a beautiful morning, just enough sun that it doesn't burn you, just enough breeze that it keeps you cool, not enough people around to bother you, how could you not think that this is a good morning?" She looked at me, as I looked at her. I came to the opinion that she wasn't as dumb as I initially thought, at the same time that she came to the conclusion that, given half the chance, I wasn't about to jump her bones. In that she was wrong, given even as little as a quarter the chance I would jump her bones with enthusiasm, I was that desperate for female companionship. I had just recently come to terms with the stupidity of the twelve months of my self imposed celibacy. The past twelve months of my life, if you could call it that, were a mixture of anger, bitterness, frustration and depression, clearly not the time for logical decision making. I was angry that Rosie my wife was dead. I was angry that Constable Plod and his mental midget mates of the local Police force were convinced that I had killed her. I, because of my job that took me around the world on a regular basis, was denied bail because I was considered a flight risk. This of course failed to acknowledge the fact that I had a couple of young kids that needed my support at that time of confusion for them. The court ignored my Lawyer's pleas on my behalf, and couldn't, or wouldn't understand that the kids, Ryan who was 7 and Rhianna, 5, were old enough to realise that their mother had gone and wouldn't be coming back, and yet not be able to understand why she was no longer around to love them and care for them. I relied heavily on both grandmothers to look after them over the months between my arrest and the farce that was my trial. Picking up the pieces of my life was the most difficult job that I have ever faced. That I got through it was a testament to the support from both my parents and Rosie's, and the love of my kids. "There's a seat down here a bit, why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about your problems. No strings attached." I added hastily. She was about to tell me to fuck off, but thought better of it. "Okay, but why are you doing this?" I got the impression that she thought that I had an ulterior motive, that of getting into her pants. "Because I don't like to see someone like you unhappy. You would look much better with a smile on your face." She tried a smile that was as fake as her hair colour. "Not that kind of smile." "I have nothing to smile about." "Then tell me what you have that's not to smile about, and I'll see if I can help you." "No-one can." She was convinced of that. "Try me." She took some time to gather her thoughts, time enough for me to take yet a closer look at her. She was wearing a bra, that was obvious, that she needed to wear one was problematic, I doubted that she did. Her legs, as much as showed below the hem of her dress, were shapely and showed signs that she was no stranger to the sun. She definitely was not a muffin top (those with a roll of fat over the waist line), all in all, a tidy package. She looked at me and smiled when she realised that I had been looking at her. "I have just been told . . . , that I will not be given a passing grade unless I go to bed with my Professor. The more often I go to bed with him, the higher the grade." "I thought that sort of thing didn't happen any more." "It does, believe me. What he initially thought was that I was some dumb bimbo who would go to bed with anyone. When he read my first assignment he realised that I wasn't dumb, so he began to mark me down, to give me lower grades than the assignment merited. When I questioned this was when he hit me with his suggestion that I should go to bed with him, well, go to his office couch with him. He is married, so his bed was out of the question." "Can't you complain to the University authorities, the Vice Chancellor for instance?" "I doubt that that would do any good, the rumour around the campus is that he's one of the worst offenders, or at least he used to be before he was promoted." "I wish that there was some way that I could help you." "Maybe we could help each other." "What do you mean?" "I noticed you as you walked towards me, the body was walking towards me but the mind was way off there somewhere else. You were so deep in thought that I was surprised when you spoke to me. I didn't think that you had even noticed me." "It would be hard not to, you'd stand out in a crowd." "Thank you. Now getting back to you, what is your problem? Is it your wife?" "Why would you ask me that?" "I noticed the wedding ring, that usually means that a man's problems are with his wife. My immediate thoughts were that you would hit me with that line about her not understanding you and your needs, and that you were separated, and divorce is a distinct possibility." "I no longer have a wife." I said softly. "She left you and you have been unable to let go, is that it?" "She died a year ago, she was murdered." "How sad for you." Her eyes opened wide as recognition set in. "Wait a minute, you're that man that was charged with murdering his wife, but when it came to your trial the judge threw it out. He called it a travesty, a miscarriage of justice and recommended that the police in charge of the investigation be suspended." "That's the one." "Patrick O'Laughlin, that's your name isn't it? I saw it on TV, your wife was missing from home and you were pleading for help in finding her. The speculation was that you had done it, and those were crocodile tears that you were shedding." "That's what the police thought. Because many such cases are usually committed by a spouse or close family member, they assumed, wrongly in my case, that this was yet another of these. They spent more time searching for a motive as to why I should have killed her, than actually finding the real murderer." "I never believed that you did it for one minute. I just couldn't see you doing it." "Thank you. Even now there are still some out there who think that I did it." "But why would they think that? You were never convicted. There was no evidence to suggest that to be the case." "Because the real killer has not been caught. To these people, with the lack of a viable alternative, there is still some doubt as to my innocence." "So what have you done about this?" "Nothing. What can I do? The police are reluctant to help. I had made them look bad, at least that was how they looked at it. I did nothing to even hint that they were incompetent. I kept my feelings hidden inside, I couldn't afford to let them out in case they took it as me trying to divert attention from my guilt." "So, you're not doing anything about it?" "I didn't say that. I have not been thinking straight this past year, what with being slammed in gaol, and now having to try and get back into work while still thinking about the kids having to go to their grandmother's house every day after school. I just haven't had time to get my head around all of this until now." "So, what are you doing about it now?" "I have been going through in my mind everything that happened in the lead up to her murder to see if I can find a reason, or if there is any evidence of someone either stalking her or who had some other motive for killing her." "Any luck yet?" "This is pretty much a cold case. My lawyer has applied for access to all of the police evidence to see if there is anything in among all of that that can give us a lead. I'm just on my way to see him now." "Can I tag along, just for a little while, I feel less alone now thanks to you stopping to chat." "Sure thing. Do you realise that you are the first woman, apart from Mother and Rosie's mother, and the Psychologist that I was advised to go and see, and probably supermarket checkout operators, although they hardly constitute a meaningful conversation, that I have spoken to in the past year?" "It's no wonder that you feel down on the world, you haven't had the scintillating conversation with a woman to brighten up your day." She smiled at me, it was a great smile, I had no real alternative but to respond. For once in a long time, I actually felt like I was a human and not some zombie stumbling through life. We arrived outside my Lawyer's office. "Look, I don't think it would look good me coming in with you. He might not take this the right way, you swanning around the countryside with someone young enough to be your daughter." "I'm not that old." I leapt to my own defence. "See, before you stopped to talk to me you would have shut up and not said anything. I've had some impact on you. There's a cafe a couple of doors down, I'll wait for you there. If you haven't arrived in half an hour I'll take it that you've stood me up and slink off back into my hole and die." "I can't have that now, can I? Do you have a phone on you?" I looked at her and realised the stupidity of that question, there was nowhere on her person that she could carry a phone. "Yeah, sure, it's in my bra propping up my left tit." She smiled to let me know that she was not worried by my faux pas, and that she was relaxed in my company. "I tell you what, I'll give you mine, and if I'm going to be held up a little longer than expected, I'll borrow a phone and call you. You can read out the menu for me and you can order for me. I'll pay, so you see there is no way that I'm not going to come to you. There is one little request." "What is that?" "No peeking at my SMS or MMS messages, okay?" "As if I'd be interested in what you or your friends had to say to each other." The name Guthrie Ainsworth conjures up images of a very proper English gentleman, with several paragraphs dealing with him and his antecedents in Debrett's Peerage or 'Who's Who', all pinstripe and bowler hat. Nothing could be further from the truth. He may have inherited the name from that section of English aristocracy, but he was Aussie through and through. "G'day Paddy, how're they hanging?" "No complaints Mate. Have you got the stuff that you were after?" "Not without going through a lot of bullshit from our friends in the police force. It would appear that they are of the mistaken opinion that we are going to crucify them. I had to lie through my teeth to convince them otherwise." "So, what have you found, if anything?" "There are a list of things that are of interest to us once we can work out what they might mean. They have listed all of her phone records, both her mobile and your land-line. There are some interesting calls to and from someone that they either couldn't trace or chose not to in their haste to convict you. I have tried to trace them myself, but I have neither the expertise or patience. I'll give you the list, see if you can work out who the calls were to." He handed me several sheets of phone records. "Her last call was just fifteen minutes before her death, how that never set off alarm bells is beyond me." There were several items on the list that were highlighted in yellow. "One thing that has surprised me, they never spoke to any of her friends other than to see if her friends said anything that could incriminate you. None did." "Of course. I would have expected nothing else from them." "I had a guy that I use for such a purpose talk to some of them, and they were quite forthcoming with information that throws a whole new light on the subject. There was something bothering her in the weeks leading up to her death. She wouldn't tell them what it was except to say that it was nothing that was connected to you." "That's a relief at least." "One of them mentioned that she had told her that she had taken a safety deposit box at a bank, not your usual one, and placed some papers in there for safe keeping. We have not yet been able to find out which bank it is, but we'll keep trying. You may have a better chance, being as you're her husband." "If you give me that person's details I can have a talk to her and see if I can find anything out. What about the kids school, I haven't thought of this before, but maybe there was someone taking an interest in her, like a strange car that wasn't dropping off or picking up." "I'll have that checked out." "There is one other line of enquiry. Maybe, and this is a very long shot, but I seem to remember that there were problems with a guy that she worked with that was hitting on her, this was before Ryan was born. She had rejected him of course, and then when she told them at work that she was pregnant and planning to leave, he got really weird. She was glad to get out of there." "Do you know his name?" "No, but I can call one of the women that she worked with, I'm sure that she would remember." "Do it. Is there anything else that you can think of?" "No. I'll call you when I've found something out." "That's it, think positive. Good luck Mate." "Yeah, see ya." We shook hands and I left. I saw her as soon as I entered the cafe. She stood and smiled at me as soon as the door closed behind me. God it did my heart good to see her. Even if we never saw each other again, today has been something else. I felt like a man again, a new man. "I was beginning to worry." She said as I arrived at her table. "I kept looking at the phone and wishing it to ring, just to let me know that you were not a figment of my imagination who somehow lent me his phone." She handed it back to me. "I think that you should give me your phone number, just in case I need someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on." "I will if you will." She held her hand out for my phone. I have never seen anyone text so fast before. Within seconds she handed it back to me. I glanced at the screen. "Thank you Rachel Becket, I'll treasure this. Now what looks interesting?" I looked at the menu card that was standing in this holder thing, along with those long skinny tubes of sugar and condiments. "I'm starving, I've just realised that I left home without breakfast. I'll have the spicy chicken foccacia with salad, a slice of the disgustingly fattening double chocolate cheesecake and a Latte, thank you." She pronounced it 'thenk ya'. I chose a club sandwich and a flat white coffee. There's no difference in the amounts of milk and coffee in both, for the latte the coffee is poured through the frothed milk, while the flat white the milk is poured over the coffee. I eschewed the dessert. "I was thinking, while I was waiting for Guthrie, he's my Lawyer, to find time for me." "Oh,oh." "Hear me out. Why don't you start up one of those 'name and shame' Web sites and encourage others to name Professors who obtain sexual favours in response to giving higher grades. I'm sure that you're not alone among the female student population that has been hit on like this." "I know that I'm not. Let me think about this. I need to speak to some of the others to see if they'll back me up on this before I go ahead with it." "If you don't use you real names there'll be no come back, at least I hope not." Our food arrived and we exchanged bits and pieces of conversation between mouthfuls. "When you hand your assignment in, are you in a group, like a tutorial group, or is it in person?" "In a tute group, and they're handed back in the group as well." "When you questioned his grading, was that in his office or within the group?" "In his office. He does not like to be questioned in public. He has made that very clear." "Okay, what are you like as an actress?" "I can get by most of the time, what do you have in mind?" "Have you seen the last film of the Millennium Trilogy, 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest'?" "Yes." "Do you remember Lisbeth Salander's trial, how she was dressed?" "Yes. If you're suggesting that I get a million piercings and a punk hair style you can forget it." "You don't think that Noomi Rapace looks like that in real life, do you?" "No, but I bet she spent hours in make-up to achieve that look." "A lot of that was to make her face look as if she gone ten rounds with a threshing machine. I'm sure that a competent make-up artist could achieve something like that in a short period of time. I think a punk wig would cover your real hair, so there'll be no need to cut it, although, if you wanted to, you could revert back to your real colour and have it cut in a punk style." I was waiting for her reaction, was she going to deny that her hair colour was fake? "I could do that. I'd feel strange, it has been this colour for years." "You do realise that being a brunette would add another ten percentage points to your IQ, don't you?" She had probably heard that one before, hundreds of times, but she laughed just the same. "What do you intend that I do with this get-out?" "When you go to your next lecture with him dressed as a punk, you approach him after the lecture and tell him that you're ready to have sex with him. See what he says, chances are that he'll bail. If he doesn't, in amongst your lecture notes and stuff in the bag that you'll have over your shoulder will be a miniature cam-corder, I can provide that if you can't get hold of one, but they're freely available from most electronics stores. You shouldn't have sex with him, just fight him off, kick him in the balls if you feel that way inclined. You now have a record of his attempt to coerce you into sex for grades. Put that out on the Web and see what happens." "All right, I'll think about it. I won't make any promises mind you. Now, I don't know what you have planned for the rest of the day, but I have an assignment to complete. I'll have to love you and leave you. I'm sure that you have enough to keep you occupied." We both stood to leave. "Yes, I do. I have taken this morning off work to see my Lawyer, but I need to get back to work. I have some catching up to do, and now that I give the appearance of having shaken off the crap that I've gone through this past year, I can't expect them to carry me any longer. If you need me, call, okay?" "I was just about the say the same thing. Good-bye then." She kissed me on the cheek, her hand that had rested on my shoulder moved up and caressed my cheek. And then she was gone, walking down the street away from me with that casual, loose limbed stride that I had already imagined to be the case. The sun shining through her dress created a spectacular silhouette. She was even gorgeous from behind. The afternoon went quickly. I rang Georgia, one of the girls that Rosie had remained friends with after leaving work. "Hi George, it's Patrick, you know Rosie's husband." "Yes I know who you are. What took you so long?" "What do you mean, what took me so long?" "I would have thought that you would have called before this to ask me about Rosie and her problems." "I didn't know that she had any problems, but then I haven't been on this planet over the past twelve months. But, having said that, the very reason that I rang you is that I found out this very morning, for the first time, that there were problems. The police never mentioned having investigated any problems that she might have been having. I need to discuss it with you as soon as possible." A New Beginning "If you take me to dinner tonight, I will tell all." "More than you told the cops?" "Shit, it was obvious that they weren't interested in anything other than convicting you, because they never asked any questions other than Rosie's relationship with you. They were disappointed when I told them that I wished that I had a husband like you." "I'm sorry George, but I have to be at home with the kids. I see them little enough as it is, and if I go to dinner with you I'll miss out on quality time with them. I don't want that." "You can't blame a girl for trying. All right, if it can't be dinner tonight, how about taking me to lunch tomorrow?" "I can probably manage that. You pick the time and the place and I'll be there." "12:30 at, let me see, do you like Moroccan food?" "I can't say that I've ever tried it, but I'm game for anything." "Are you really? We'll see about that. Meet me at the Marrakesh at 12:30. Don't be late, I hate being left waiting." I didn't much like the way that she said that. I had begun to wonder what price I would have to pay for her assistance, and if I was prepared to pay it. I left work at 5:00 and drove over to Mum and Dad's place to pick up the kids. I had the strange feeling that I was being followed. I dismissed the thought. I rang the doorbell and I could hear the thunder of kids' feet as they rushed to the door to let me in. "Daddy!" Rhianna launched herself at me as soon as I was inside. I stooped and grabbed her as her arms went around my neck. I stood and grabbed Ryan around the shoulder as he closed the door. "I drawed a heffalump at school." She had a piece of paper in her hand on which was a grey blob with four barely recognisable legs and a trunk, "That's great, I don't think that I could draw one as good as that. Will I be allowed to take this to work and pin it up in my office for everyone to see?" "I did it for you, it's yours." "Thank you Darling." I put her down as I entered the kitchen where Mum was cooking dinner for all of us. "I see Picasso has shown you her latest masterpiece." Mum said. "Yes, isn't it amazing?" I turned to Ryan. "What did you get up to today?" "Ryan got into trouble." Rhianna said. "You weren't supposed to tell" He told her. "You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, so what was this all about?" In answer he handed me a note from the Principal requesting that I should go and see him in the morning. "You had better tell me all about it, I need to know what is going on so that I can defend you." "It wasn't my fault. Jason Morris kept yelling at me, he was saying 'Your Dad's a murderer', over and over again, I got sick of it and punched him. I made his nose bleed and he went running off to tell on me. I tried to tell Mister Lawrence, but he wouldn't take any notice of me." "I'll have a talk with him and see if I can sort this out. What Jason did to you constitutes bullying, and if he does nothing about that I will take the matter further." That seemed to please him, the knowledge that his father was going to support him rather than chastise him. Dinner was the usual informal affair with everyone talking at once between mouthfuls of food. It was close to 8:30 when I made a move to get the kids home. Rhianna was tired and I had to carry her to my car and strap her into her kiddie seat Ryan, just big enough to graduate to a proper seatbelt, sat in front with me. He was nodding off by the time that we got home, so I shook him awake and gave him the door key to open up while I lifted Rhianna from her seat and carried her inside. I put her to bed and Ryan took himself to bed after cleaning his teeth and wishing me good-night. I had just settled down at my computer when my phone rang. "This is Patrick, speak to me." I said. "Hi, it's Rachel." The sound of her voice was music to my ears. "I tried ringing earlier but you must have been out." "Yeah, the kids and I had dinner with my parents." "I thought that might have been the case. I like your answering machine message, I didn't bother to leave a message." (My OGM was in response to the seemingly never-ending phone calls from scammers telling me that they could give me a better deal on my energy costs, or that my Internet connection was about to be cut off because my system was infected and, unless I granted them access to remotely clean the system I would lose my connection. The message said; 'This is a recording, if you are calling me to encourage me to change my Telco or energy provider, or to tell me that you must have remote access to my computer, hang up now. If this is a personal call and you want me to reply to you, leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." You would be surprised how many hang-ups I get.) "I'm glad that you called. Have you given any thought to what we spoke about this morning?" "Yes. I spoke to some of the other girls and we are going to put together a Website to get this problem out there and see what sort of reaction we get. How about you?" "I rang one of Rosie's old work mates, she's not old, just that she used to work . . . . I think I'll shut up and tell you what happened. She told me that Rosie did have something bothering her in the weeks just before she was killed, and that the police weren't interested in that. I'm having lunch with her tomorrow and she has promised to tell me all." "I don't know that I'm happy with that." "Why, it's perfectly straight forward. Oh." Call me slow, but it had taken a while for her meaning to sink in. "Don't tell me that you're jealous?" "All right I won't, but I am. I did a lot of thinking after I left you, and I came to the realisation that you were the first man, that I have had a private conversation with, who not only didn't try to get into my pants, but actually helped me. This was a new experience for me and I liked it. I like you, and don't give me that bullshit about our age difference, you're not that much older than me." "How old are you? No, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "I'm 22, and in my final year of Uni. This isn't the first time that I have had a prof hit on me, but this is the first that has been so blatant and persistent. The others took 'fuck off' as my final word and left it at that." "As for me not wanting to get into your pants, that's not entirely true, I want to, but only if you want the same thing. I haven't yet worked out the logistics of this, but I will try to entice you into my boudoir at some time in the future." "Can you give me a time-line on this future? How long is my freedom going to last?" "Only as long or short as you want it to." "Just make sure that you stay right away from the clutches of that other bitch." "You have no worries there, she gave me the creeps." This was true, she did. It would not have surprised me if she was the one that followed me from work. "I promise never to creep you out. As for the other thing, it has been a long time since I have felt this way about a man. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against sex as such, but I want so much for it to mean something other than having my primal urges met." "It has been a year between drinks for me. I have come to realise that a family really needs to have more than one parent, and that the two parents should at all times be a good example of love, so that the kids can grow up knowing the difference between love and sex." "So there's no pressure on me then? You and I can have sex as long as it's with love." "That's how I feel, no love, no sex." "Well then, we had better hurry up and get to know and love each other." "Is this the same girl I met this morning who was so weighed down with the cares of the world that she could hardly speak?" "Yes it is, and I have you to thank for my transformation. I think that I might take up another of your ideas, punk sounds good." "You don't have to do it if you don't want to." "I know, let me think about it some more. When am I going to see you again?" "I have a bit of time in the morning, after I've dropped the kids off at school and before I have to be at work. I could meet you where we met this morning. You do remember where that was, don't you?" "If you're going to be insulting forget it." She laughed, that was nice, the first time I've heard her laugh and it sounded so good. "I'll see you then. 'Bye." What the hell is happening to me? It's been twelve months since I've had a meaningful conversation with a young woman, and now I have one that I want to see again so badly that it hurts, and one that I have distinct reservations about, but that I have to see. With that in mind I shut down my computer and went to bed. The morning ritual was in full swing, the kids had scoffed their breakfast while I made their lunches for them. They brushed their teeth while I cleared up the dishes, and just as I reached the front door my phone rang. "Hello." "Hello lover, it's George. I just rang to remind you of our lunch date." "I didn't need reminding. Look George, I've got to get the kids to school, I'll see you at 12:30 okay?" "Do you know where the Marrakesh is?" "My SatNav will guide me. Look I've got to go." I turned off the phone and climbed into the car. As usual there was a queue at the drop-off zone outside the school and I was forced to wait forever to drop the kids off. "See you at Grandma's, 'bye." I kissed Rhianna, Ryan was too old for that sort of stuff, he waved to me as he ran to catch up to a couple of his mates. It didn't take me long to get to where I met Rachel yesterday, and she was already there. Her face lit up when she saw me get out of my car. Today she was in jeans and a shirt, and she still looked great. "Hi." She reached up and kissed me. She even tasted great. "Hi to you. Have you been waiting long? I got caught up in the school drop-off log jam." "No, I only just got here myself. Would you like a coffee, my treat?" "Sure, I'd love it." There was a cafe across the road, so we headed for that. We ordered and found a seat at the back where we could have a little privacy. "What time do you have to be at work?" "My time is pretty flexible, but I should be there by 9:30, we have a meeting at 10:00 that I have to be at, so that gives us a little time together. How is the Web site going?" "We've got some of the IT students designing a page for us with links to Facebook, Twitter and we're planning something for You Tube. We want to cover as many bases as we can." "Sounds like you're really getting in to this thing. Please, don't let this campaign distract you from your studies." "Don't worry, I won't." She was about to say something else but was interrupted by the arrival of our coffees. I want to be successful, not just for myself, but for my family, and you." "Don't you think that you're rushing this a little? After all, we've known each other for all of a day." "I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to get all possessive and ring you all the time and stuff like that. I just want to keep myself in the loop." "I don't see that as a problem. Look Rachel, I like you, a lot. But you have to remember that I've been out of circulation for a year now, and I'm afraid that if we rush this we might end up making a mess of things and split up. I don't want that to happen. I want to give this the best shot at succeeding." She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "You want what I want, that to me is a good starting point. Don't worry, I'm not going to pressure you into doing something that you'll regret." "Thank you for that, and for this, all of this. Now I'm going to have to make a move." I stood to leave and Rachel stood. It seemed so natural when we kissed that we held it for longer than we had intended. "I'll call you tonight, 'bye." My arm was around her and I gave her body a squeeze in parting. Her smile said more than any words. The meeting with the Principal was thankfully short and to the point. "Ryan told me that you wanted to see me." "Yes. I had to discipline him yesterday for punching a fellow student. We just cannot have that kind of behaviour in this school." "But you do nothing about bullying." "What do you mean?" "Ryan told me that the reason that he punched Jason Morris was that he was taunting him by shouting at him that I was a murderer. Now I realise that my arrest and trial was the focus of attention for some time, and that, even though I was acquitted, because there has been no further arrests, this has left the whole sorry episode in limbo. There are some out there that are still convinced of my guilt, to have my son continually reminded of the loss of his mother is beyond a joke. Unless you take steps to see that this sort of bullying does not continue, I will be forced to take the matter up with the head of your department. Do I make myself clear?" "I wasn't aware of this." "I suggest that in future you investigate the whole story before you punish one person. You will ensure that this doesn't happen again I take it?" "Yes. I will take the appropriate action." The meeting at work was a bitch. I was told that I would have to work up redundancy packages for at least 100 workers. Since our company had taken over another company in the same field that we operated in, we had found ourselves with a lot of functional duplication. I was given the task of reviewing the current staff and identifying under-performers that could be culled. I hated this part of my job, it meant interviewing staff that had been pre-warned by the grapevine that heads were about to roll. There would be tears, there would be anger, and I would be blamed for all of this, not those higher up the corporate ladder. I set my assistant the task of pulling all personnel files, starting from the central administrative division. We would work through them, division by division to identify those that we would interview. 12:30 and I was still in a lousy mood as I entered the Marrakesh Moroccan restaurant to have my nose assailed by the spices coming from the food of those already eating. George stood as I approached, my mood was not about to change any time soon, she looked pissed off at me. "Hi." "Who the fuck is she?" She demanded. "Who is who?" "That bitch you had that tête a tête with this morning, that's who." "She is a client." "Don't fucking bullshit me you bastard!" The other diners stopped mid dine and stared at her. "Have you been stalking me?" "I'm just protecting my interests." "Was that you that followed me to my parents' place last night when I went to pick up the kids?" She didn't answer. So it was going to be like that, was it? "I thought as much. Why?" "You wouldn't understand." "Try me." "Years ago I was in love with this guy at work, and he told me that he was in love with me. This was before Rosie started with us. When she arrived he dropped me like a ton of bricks and went panting after her. She totally ignored him, told him that she was happily married and would never think of cheating in her wonderful husband. She never stopped telling me just how wonderful you were, it was nauseating. But he never gave up, he started ringing her at home after she left to have Ryan. It got so bad that she had an answering machine installed and vetted all incoming calls, refusing to answer when he called. He even took to disguising his voice, but she saw right through that one. It got worse after Rhianna was born, he was so angry with you that he told me that he could quite easily kill you. I suggested that he should get help and he reluctantly agreed. It didn't last long, and he was back ringing her and stalking her. He would be at the supermarket at the same time as her. He never let her alone, he was always there, following her. I think that he was responsible for her death, he wouldn't have had the guts to do it himself, but he could have hired someone. I think that's what was in the papers that she left at the bank." "Do you know which bank?" "Yes, it was the Federation Bank around the corner from where we worked, where she used to work. She knew some of the staff there, so it was no problem getting safety deposit box." She had ordered when she had arrived, a lamb tagine with cuscus, and it arrived. We tore of bits of flat bread and used this to scoop up the slow cooked spicy lamb dish. It was a bit messy but tasted better than I had expected. I thought that I would bring Rachel here when I got around to inviting her out for dinner. I glanced at my watch. "Look, this has been nice, the food was great, but I've got to get back to work. You know what they say, 'no rest for the wicked', that's me, the wicked one." I stood to leave, but she fore-stalled me. "Don't I get a kiss?" I kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Come on, you can do better than that, you did this morning." I kissed her on the lips and extricated myself her grasp. "I'll have you yet." She called after me. There's something not quite right about what she told me. If he was so obsessed with Rosie, why would he have her killed. Surely I would have been the target. I was going to have to access that safety deposit box to see what was in it. All thoughts along those lines were pushed to the background by the job at hand. I arranged for my staff to drop everything and help me to short-list likely redundancy prospects. These were divided into two piles, those reaching retirement age to whom a package would appear to be an attractive proposition, and those who had been identified as under-performers. The job got worse at this point, we didn't have the required numbers. This meant a review of each division of the company to identify the areas where there was the most fat. If there were staff in those divisions that we did not want to lose, then we would have to create positions in other divisions by trimming from the lowest performers in them. This work kept us totally focussed all afternoon. At 5:00 I called a halt. "That's it for today guys. Thank you all for your efforts, you have done a great job. Go home and get a good night's sleep, we're in for a long day tomorrow." I tidied my desk, locked the files away and left. I hadn't been imagining things last night, I was again being followed. I decided that no purpose would be achieved by trying to shake off my tail, my routine was too well known, so I headed straight for Rosie's parents house. I was greeted by the kids at the front door, Ryan holding it open for me and Rhianna waiting for me to scoop her into my arms. They both chattered away, vying for my attention. Eventually a calm settled over them and Ryan won out. "Dad, you must have said something to Mister Johns, because he came to our class and gave us a long talk about playground bullying. Jason had this smirk all over his face until Mr Johns told the class that what he was doing to me yesterday was just as much bullying as me punching him. While he said that what I did was wrong, he understood what had led to me hitting Jason, and that if it occurred in future I was to go straight to him and let him sort it out." "Me now." Rhianna said. "Miss Prince gave me this for you to sign. She's taking us to a petting zoo to see the baby animals and you have to tell her that I can go." "Sure Honey, you can go." I took the paper from her and signed it. We didn't stay for dinner with Rosie's parents, they both had meetings to get to, so we went straight home. The kids watched kids TV while I cooked their dinner for them and we watched a couple of sitcoms until it was time for them to go to bed. As soon as they were safely tucked up in bed I went to my study and rang Rachel. "Hi, before you ask, apart from this morning, I've had a shit of a day." "Your lunch didn't go well then?" A New Beginning "That was just a part of what turned out to be something of a disaster. Do you remember me telling you that she creeped me out, well nothing has changed in that area. She started off by getting angry with me for seeing you this morning. That creeped me out let me tell you. Then she told me a whole lot of stuff that I didn't know that Rosie was going through leading up to her death, and now she has virtually accused this guy that was stalking her of murdering her. But the more that I thought about this, the less plausible I found it. There is something not quite right about it, but I can't place my finger on it. What I need to do is to track this guy down and get his side of the story. My big problem is that I won't be able to take any time off work for the next week or so. I wouldn't mind so much if it was something that I liked doing, but believe me, this is one part of my job that I can do without." "Maybe I can help you, I have a bit of spare time over the next week or two, so if there is anything that I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask." "There is. Can you come to my office at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, By then I should have the contents of the safety deposit box and had a chance to look at what is in there. If there is something that you can follow up on, then I can give you the information and you can get on it." "I'll be there, wherever that is." I gave her the address and told her to speak to the receptionist who'll tell her where my office is. "How is your campaign going?" "The girls have already started to send their stuff out and the response is frightening, this is bigger than I thought. I'll fill you in tomorrow morning, shall I?" "Of course, I'm so bushed that I forgot about our morning meetings. Same time as this morning?" "Same time, same place? Or shall we make it a different place?" "Probably a good idea. I'll drop the kids off as usual and then drive to the train station. I'll catch the train to the domestic terminal and meet you at the top of the stairs on the concourse. We can find a cafe somewhere and grab a coffee. How does that sound to you." "She's got you ducking for cover, hasn't she?" "It's not me that I'm worried about, I'd hate to think of what she would do to you if she put her mind to it. I'm going to talk to Guthrie tomorrow once I get a peak at what's in the box. If Rosie mentions this guy by name he can probably track him down quicker than we can." "Thank you for caring. I can take care of myself I'll have you know." "Against a normal person maybe, but I've got a horrible feeling that she's seriously unhinged. Look, I'd better go, I've just heard Rhianna heading for the bathroom, and she'll come down here to get me to tuck her back into bed. If I'm talking to someone she'll want to know who it is, and I don't want to lie to her, and it's way to soon to spring you on them. 'Bye Love." "I like that. See you in the morning Darling." "You work too hard Daddy." Rhianna's voice said from the doorway. "Daddy has a lot of work to do. Come, give me a hug and I'll tuck you back into bed." "I love you Daddy." She said sleepily as I tucked her in and gave her a kiss. "Go to sleep." "Yes . . Daddy. . . ." It never ceased to amaze me how kids could drop off to sleep just like that. I varied the usual routine after dropping the kids at school. Instead of driving off in the direction I had been heading, I made a 'U' turn and drove to the train station. I caught a train to the Domestic terminal at the airport and Rachel was waiting for me at the top of the escalators. "Hi, how are you this morning?" She asked just after she had kissed me. "Fine, really good. We won't have to worry about being seen by you know who." "Good, I want to tell you what has happened with our campaign. It has gone viral! It is bigger than I anticipated, we are getting feeds from all over the world, especially America where it seems to be the done thing. But the big news is that I'm not the only girl that my particular Prof has been hitting on. With the number of girls claiming to have not only been hit on by him, but have actually had sex with him, I'm surprised that he ever gets any work done. He has a veritable harem happening. It's only a matter of time before the Uni Admin gets wind of this and they'll be forced to take some sort of action." "It's also a matter of time before the media takes up the campaign. This is the sort of story that they feed on. My concern is that the professors that are named will not take this laying down. They will probably fight back and fight dirty. I don't want you to get hurt by this." "I don't think that's likely to happen. This has been set up in such a way that it is almost impossible to trace the source. The original post was routed through literally hundreds of servers before it surfaced. And as soon as it was out there the original server was shut down." "I wish that I knew my way around a computer like you do. We have to use them in HR, doing wages and stuff like that, and keeping track of the hours that staff work, and I can handle that reasonably well, but get me to do something that I'm not used to, and I'd flounder big time." "Well then, you'd have to call on my expertise, wouldn't you?" "As if I'd need an excuse to call on you. Getting on to the subject of this afternoon, I don't know what I'll find in the box, so we'll have to play it by ear until we make some sense of it. I won't be able to spend too much time on it, I have my job to do. And it's something that I can't delegate, the decisions are mine to make, and mine alone. If it's okay with you, and it needs immediate attention, I'll leave you in my office to work on it, Judy, she's my Assistant, will look after you if you need anything, coffee, whatever, feel free to ask." "I will. It will be great to see where you work and what you do, and what people think of you, not that this will affect the way I feel about you." She smiled at me. "You know, I could quite easily be falling in love with you." "That's good, I feel the same way about you, but we have a lot of hurdles to jump before we can take this anywhere. I have to tell you, I will not be rushed. Any decision that I, we, make will impact on the rest of our lives. I am a cautious man." "Good. You had better get to work. I'll see you this afternoon." We stood, we kissed, and I walked back down to the train platform to catch a train into the CBD and work. "Where the fuck did you get to this morning?" Georgia's angry voice screamed at me thirty seconds after I had sat behind my desk. I had been warned. Judy told me as I walked past her desk that she had three phone calls from her already. "I'll handle her." I said with as much confidence as I could muster. "Oh, were we supposed to meet this morning? I wasn't aware that we had an appointment." "You know what I fucking mean. You snuck off to see your bit of fluff, didn't you?" "I didn't sneak anywhere. I had an appointment to keep this morning, so I kept it. I didn't think that I needed your permission to do that." "I want to see you." "I don't particularly want to see you. Call me insensitive, but your aggressive manner is a real turn-off for me. I find very little to like about you, so please, I'm asking you nicely, do not call me again, do not follow me again. Is that understood?" "Patrick, what can I say. I've gotten off on the wrong foot here, haven't I? But I can change, just you wait and see, I can be the perfect woman for you, I want to be your perfect woman. Give me another chance, please, please, don't make me beg. I love you Patrick, I have loved you for a long time but you didn't even know that I existed. Your whole world revolved around Rosie and your kids, I couldn't get a look-in. The number of nights that I cried myself to sleep because you ignored me." "Good-bye George, I have work to do." I hung up the phone. I pushed the intercom button. "Judy, if she calls again, I'm not here, understood?" "Yes Boss." My real work took up the rest of the morning and it was a relief when Judy came in and told me that I had arranged to go to the bank. I didn't have any problem gaining access to the safety deposit box once I'd established that I was Rosie's husband and reminding the bank that I was Executer of her estate and, as such, had every right to access it. It contained a sealed envelope that I took back to work with me before opening it. To say its contents troubled me would be understating the facts. She had meticulously chronicled the events of the six months prior to her murder. It began with a disturbing phone call from the man, Brendan Carlisle, George's reputed lover, in which he invited Rosie to dinner. She refused, telling him that she was happily married and just going to dinner with him would, in her eyes, constitute a betrayal of her marriage vows. He did not take it well. Several more calls took place, each sounding more desperate than the previous, until she asked reception to take all calls, and only transfer work related calls and those from me. This put a temporary halt to his harassment, but it began again in a much more subtle way. He took to writing and sending begging emails and text messages to her mobile phone. She blocked his number on her mobile, and listed his email address as spam. His Facebook page claimed that he was in a committed relationship with her, and that they planned to marry once she divorced me. It was forwarded to her by Georgia who was totally pissed off with the whole episode, and very publicly broke off her own relationship with him. Now this is where it got very weird. He claimed that his Facebook account had been hacked and that he had made no such claim about Rosie at all, and that he was still in a committed relationship with Georgia. Rosie took her problem to her boss and he called Brendan into his office for a 'quiet word'. Brendan denied all of this had happened and that he had been set up by someone, he didn't know who, but that it had severely damaged his relationship with Georgia, who he still loved very much. Tensions in the office ran high. Brendan was ostracised by the other staff to the point that they refused to work with him, did not reply when he spoke to them, and whenever he entered the lunch room they would get up and leave, even throwing perfectly good food into the bin just so that they didn't have to be in the same room. Brendan went on extended sick leave, he could no longer cope with the treatment that he received from people that he once considered friends. But the cyber-attacks on Rosie continued right up until the time that she went on maternity leave to have Ryan. She never contemplated the return of these attacks until Rhianna started school and she explored the possibility of returning to work. The day after her interview with the General Manager and her being shown around the office to meet the staff that weren't there before she went on leave, they began again. Rosie began to withdraw into herself. I had noticed subtle differences in her behaviour, but she told me that she was concerned about going back to work after such a long absence. She never got to go back. In the week before she was supposed to return to work she disappeared. "After I drop the kids off at school, I'm going shopping. I realised, seeing the other women in the office, that my work clothes are totally out of fashion. I have to look good, and make a good first impression." "You will always look good, and I'm not just saying that to stop you spending all of my money on clothes. Having said that, go ahead, you deserve it." "I promise not to spend all of your money." She kissed me. There was nothing in that kiss that was a precursor to what was to come. My first indication that something was wrong was the phone call from the school. "Mr. O'Laughlin, it's Felicity Kensitt from the school. We are a little concerned, Mrs O'Laughlin hasn't picked your children up yet." "Have you tried to call her at home?" "Yes, it went straight to message bank. We've tried her mobile and it rings out." "I'm on my way, call me if she turns up in the mean time. No, don't bother with that, I'll need to talk to her. No, forget that, I'll see you soon." I was confused. This was totally out of character for Rosie. On the few times that she had been delayed for some reason she had contacted either her mother or mine to pick the kids up. Why hadn't she done this? I was beginning to panic, and my panic was not eased when I got to the school to find the kids still there. I called the police. The person that I spoke to suggested that I go home and wait a while, that she was just delayed. I tried to convince them that this was so out of character that it was certain that something had happened to her. The school suggested that I should go home and wait, probably because having the police there was not a good look as far as the school's image was concerned. Regardless of that, when there was nothing, no sign of her, half an hour later, I called the police again. They reluctantly agreed to dispatch a patrol car. Sections of the media obviously had ears on police communications, because they arrived before the police. The Interview that set the tone for the police investigation was taking place when they arrived. "Mr O'Laughlin, it is less than an hour since the alarm was first raised, what makes you think that something bad has happened to your wife Rosie?" "Because this is so totally at odds with her normal behaviour. If this had been a regular occurrence I could understand the police's lack of urgency, but this sort of thing has never happened before. In the past she has contacted either her mother or mine to pick the kids up from school. She did not do this on this occasion, and I'm afraid of what could have prevented her from doing that. Something bad has happened, I know that, I can feel that. I just want her back. If she has been in an accident I want to hear from any hospital that has admitted her, no matter what condition she is in I must see her. If someone has taken her, please, contact me. Spare her life, if not for my sake, think of the children who know, as well as I do, that something is keeping her from them. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. If you want a life, take mine, I will give that to you to spare hers." Yes there were tears. I'm not ashamed of the tears that I shed. The cut-away shot focussed on my face as I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks. "Very impressive, I must say." It was a policeman. "I'm Sergeant Charles, and this is Constable Wenham. Don't you think that you're jumping the gun a little with that impassioned plea?" "No. Look Sergeant, Charles? I know my wife, and I know that the only way that she would not have been here to pick up the kids, or arranged for one of their grandmothers to pick them up, is that she is somehow being prevented from doing that. If she could have, she would have. What more do I need to tell you?" "When was the last time that you saw your wife?" "This morning before I left for work." "What were her plans for the day?" "She was dropping the kids to school and then she was going shopping. She is due to return to work next week and was going shopping for new clothes." "How did you feel about that?" "How did I feel about what? Her returning to work, or her going shopping?" "Both. Were you in favour of her returning to work?" "Yes. Initially it was to be part-time so that she could fit in the kids' school runs, but it would have ultimately returned to being a full-time job, in a year or two. As for the shopping, she needed new clothes, her old clothes were out of fashion, and as the Human Resources Director of the company that I work for, I know the importance of making a good first impression. No I had no problem with her going shopping, in fact if she hadn't planned to do just that I would have suggested it." "Can you account for your time today?" "Are you suggesting that I somehow had something to do with this?" "We need to cover all bases. Now answer the question, can you account for your time today?" "Not all of it, no. You would have found this out for yourselves so I might as well tell you up front. I had work to do early, but at 9:30 I took my car to the dealership to get it serviced. It was a nice day, and I wasn't in a rush to get back to work, so instead of calling for a cab, I decided to walk. I was back in the office by 10:45. That can be verified by the movements log kept at reception." "So, we have an hour and fifteen minutes unaccounted for. Time enough for you to have done the deed and gotten back to work." "I don't believe this. Are you trying to tell me that I could have found my wife when I didn't know which shop she would have been at, killed her and disposed of the body, cleaned up any forensic evidence of my dastardly deed and returned to work in an hour and fifteen minutes, you have to be joking." "Murder, and that is what you are suggesting took place here, is no joking matter. I think that you should come with us to the station so that we can conduct this interview away from the prying eyes and ears of the media." "I have no problem with them being here." "But we do. We will be asking you questions that may not have any direct bearing on what happened, but in the course of our investigation may give us something to go on, some lead as to what actually happened." I couldn't for the life of me understand this, but went with them. This was the beginning of the unravelling of my life. I had been in the interview room going round in circles as they asked the same questions over and over again. Then an officer came in and handed a file to them and whispered something to Sergeant Charles. "Your car, Mr O'Laughlin, you say that you left it at the dealership at, let me see, 9:30. When did you pick it up?" "I didn't. The arrangement was for the dealership to drop it at work when they had finished with it. It was delivered back at 3:00." "How do you know that?" "Because the receptionist dropped my keys to me and told me that my car had just been returned." "That was the arrangement, yes, but we have been informed that it didn't happen that way at all. The job was finished at 12:00, but when they went to return it later on when they could spare the staff, it wasn't there. It had been picked up sometime during the afternoon. Where were you this afternoon?" "I was in my office all afternoon." "And you can verify that?" "Yes, Judy, my assistant was with me all afternoon." "And this is the assistant that rumours have it you were having an affair?" "What? What are you talking about, I was not having an affair with Judy, or anyone else for that matter." "Strange, the information that we have is that you have been putting it about quite freely." "That's a lie!!" I was getting angry with them. Why weren't they out investigating what actually happened to Rosie, rather than this preposterous line of questioning? "Is there a way out of your building other than going out the front door and entering details in the Movements Log?" "Well yes, there is a back entrance that goes directly to the car park. We use that only when leaving after hours when the front door is locked and the receptionist has gone home." "So, you could have slipped out the back way sometime during the afternoon, asking your assistant to cover for you, gone off and killed your wife, disposed of her body and returned, and the only person that would know about this would be your lover, your assistant. Very clever Mr O'Laughlin." "You have no evidence of that." "Not yet but we will get it. In the mean time we will detain you, you are 'assisting us with our inquiries'." "So I'm not under arrest then?" A New Beginning "No, you are merely assisting us with our inquiries." "So I don't need to call my Lawyer then" "You may need to in the morning. But you can safely leave it for now." He turned to Constable Wenham, "Take him down to the Presidential Suite and make sure that he has a comfortable night's sleep, will you Constable." The Presidential Suite was a room with no view whatever. It was a cold grey cell with a bunk bed on which was an excuse for a mattress and a blanket, no pillow. The only other item of furniture was a stainless steel toilet pan. I did not sleep well at all. What had gone through my head all through the night was now just a blur. I was tired, I was dishevelled, I was unshaven, I was a walking mug shot as they led me into the court. I had only been allowed a brief consultation with my Lawyer before the hearing, not enough to review the evidence that the police would present. "They haven't made it easy for us." Guthrie said as we sat and waited for the Magistrate. "They claim that they have evidence of motive and opportunity, the only one of the big three that they don't have is the method. At best what they have is circumstantial and speculative, not concrete. We have to hope that the Magistrate sees this for the lack of evidence that it is." He was interrupted by the arrival of the Magistrate. The case was called and Sergeant Charles took the stand. The police Prosecutor began the examination of the witness. "Would you tell this court Sergeant Charles, what evidence do you have that Patrick O'Laughlin murdered his wife Rosie?" "We have motive and opportunity, and we are confident that we will shortly have evidence of the means. The prisoner has claimed that he was in his office all yesterday afternoon. The only person who can corroborate his alibi is Judith Robinson, his assistant, and his lover. This gives us the motive, to eliminate his wife so that he can be with his lover, and the opportunity that he needed to carry out this crime. We have found forensic evidence that places the deceased in the boot of his car at some time. Blood taken from the boot carpet matches the blood type of the deceased, DNA testing will confirm that it is her blood. Our investigations will find where he has disposed of the body, and that will be enough to provide the means used to carry out the heinous crime." "How does the defendant respond to these allegations?" "My client vigorously denies any involvement in this crime, if in fact a crime has taken place. We do not know if Rosie O'Laughlin is in fact deceased. She, it would seem, has been under some stress due to the fact of her returning to work. She could just be taking a time out to get her head around this event. There is no evidence that a crime has in fact taken place." "If a crime has not taken place." Sergeant Charles said. "How does the defendant explain why his wife has acted against her previous character and either picked up his children from school, or arranged someone else to pick them up? He himself could not explain the reason for that other than to claim that something bad had happened to her. He knew that something bad had happened because he did that bad thing. He murdered his wife. We demand that he be remanded in custody. We will oppose any bail application based on the fact that he travels extensively overseas, has a current passport, so would be considered to be a flight risk." "It would seem that there exists a prima face case of murder. I rule that the defendant be remanded in custody pending his trial on these charges." "Your honour, the defendant applies for bail in this instance. He is not a flight risk, he has two children who depend on him for their care and well-being. They are very confused at this time, wondering where their parents are, unable to come to terms with the fact that their mother is missing and that they may never see her a gain, and now that their father who loves them and who they love, is somehow responsible for their mother being missing. There is no irrefutable evidence of my client's involvement in her disappearance. His family needs him at this time. If necessary he will surrender his passport. Allow him to go home to those who depend on him." "Application denied." I sat in stunned silence. How could this be? Guthrie came with me to the remand centre and tried hard to lift my spirits. It didn't work. "Hang in there Patrick. I'll get my best man onto it straight away and we'll see what we can find out. In the mean time I will talk to your parents and let them know exactly what has happened. They have gone to my offices and are waiting for me." I was back in court. This time I was clean shaven, scrubbed clean and wearing freshly pressed clean clothes. "They have nothing more than they had before, no body, and the people that they have questioned about your relationship with Rosie have all supported you. We, on the other hand, have evidence that shoots their theory out of the water. Prepare yourself for some fireworks. Let the battle be joined." The preliminaries over the Prosecutor called on Sergeant Charles to give his evidence. It was merely a rehash of the evidence that he gave at the preliminary hearing. The best that he could do was to state that investigations were ongoing and that a breakthrough was imminent." It was Guthrie's turn to ask the questions. "Sergeant Charles, you have just given evidence that you claim substantiates your theory, and it is nothing more than that, a theory, that the defendant Patrick O'Laughlin did in fact murder his wife Rosie O'Laughlin. In this evidence you claim that the defendant left his office by a rear door and proceeded to carry out this crime, and that he was aided and abetted in this by his assistant Judith Robinson. Did you at any time check the CCTV footage from the camera that covered the rear exit to the building?" "No." "Why not?" "We were told that there was no CCTV coverage." "You were told that there was no coverage. Who did you ask?" "I don't remember his name." "Would you like to consult your notes to jog your memory?" "Maybe I didn't write it down." "Maybe you didn't write it down" Guthrie said slowly, drawing it out ready to lower the boom. "You didn't write it down because you didn't ask anyone, we did. And you didn't check it out for yourself because you knew that it would not support your theory that my client was guilty. We have checked it out, we ran the footage for the entire afternoon and at no time did the defendant leave the building by that doorway. If you want to see it for yourself then we are quite happy to show it. " Sergeant Charles muttered something. "What was that? Did you just say that it would not be necessary?" "Yes." "What we also checked out was the phone logs from the defendant's office phone and his mobile. We found several phone calls from his office phone and followed up by contacting those people that he talked to. I have here several Statutory Declarations from these people, all stating that they did talk to the defendant at the times indicated by those call logs. Are all of these people lying Sergeant Charles, have they all perjured themselves for this man? You wouldn't know because you never checked that vital piece of evidence, did you Sergeant Charles?" "No." "Now the other part of this fantasy of yours, the non-existent liaison between the defendant and Judith Robinson. When you asked her about this she denied it, is this not correct?" "Yes." "Did you ask any of the other staff about this?" "Yes." "Did any of them support your theory?" "No." "So, you made these allegations based on what? You based this on the fact that Judith Robinson supported the defendant's story. Not only that, but she also stated that she thought that he could never have committed this act, because he loved his wife too much. Is this not true Sergeant Charles?" "Yes." "In fact, all of the police investigation was based on your interpretation of statistics that have shown that most murders of this kind, and we assume that this is a murder, although this is yet to be proven, were carried out by a close family member, and that often it is the person making the heartfelt plea for the safe return of the missing person. The defendant did nothing more in this case, than make just such a heartfelt plea for the safe return of his wife, his much loved wife and the mother of his two children. Is this not true Sergeant Charles? You acted on nothing more than a hunch, is this also not true?" "Yes." "Your Honour, I move that due to the lack of any credible evidence in support of the police theory, all charges against the defendant be dropped and that he be allowed to leave this court a free man." "I so rule." I was free. I was able to return home to my family, my kids, who, when Guthrie told my parents that he was supremely confident of an acquittal, were allowed to stay at home and wait for my return. I have not been this happy since this whole mess began. But it took a long time for my life to get back to normal. By the end of my first week back at work my boss took me aside and told me to go home and seek help to sort my life out. I was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that took time to treat. I was helped by my family and Rosie's, all of whom rallied around me in my time of need. I owed them a lot, believe me. This brings me to the here and now. I was still pouring over the papers when Judy came in. "There's a young lady wanting to see you, she doesn't seem to have an appointment." "Send her in. Her name is Rachel by the way." "She's a very nice young lady this Rachel of yours." "What do you mean by that remark?" "She's not just any young lady, she's someone special. Don't look at me like that, mother knows." She said tapping the side of her nose. "Don't be silly, and send her in." "It's about time." She said as a parting shot at me. Rachel breezed in. "That lady out there looked at me funny." "Yeah, she's of the opinion that we are an item." "Are we?" "You could say that." "I also say that we should confirm it." She didn't give me any chance to differ, launching herself at me she kissed me, just as Judith walked in with a huge smile on her face. "You should never argue with mother, she is always right." "You were spying." "Of course. What do you expect, a very attractive young lady arrives unannounced and without an appointment, I just had to find out more. It's about time I say. It takes the pressure off me after all of those nasty things that dumb cop said about us at your trial, he had some people convinced that you and I were having some sort of torrid, sordid affair. As if. Now I can spread the word that our Patrick has found himself a girl. He has found himself one, hasn't he?" "Will you be quiet, we have work to do. Go file your talons and use them on someone else." I told her. "No I will not. If you two have work to do I can only assume that it is something to do with Rosie's disappearance and I want to help." "But you and I have work type work to do.' "That can wait another half a day, this sounds like more fun." "You could be right there, I wasn't looking forward to it. Okay, let's look at what's in this lot of papers, shall we?" They each took several pages and began to read through them. "Brendan Carlisle, who is he and where does he fit into this picture?" Rachel looked up from the page that she was reading. "He was the bloke that was harassing Rosie. I think that he was being treated for some mental illness." "It says here that he was admitted to a Mental Health facility and is still there, still protesting that he never did any of the things that he was accused of. The prognosis is that until he acknowledges his guilt, he will never be able to move on from this. It looks as if he could be in for the duration." "I'm beginning to suspect that he could just be right. If he was madly in love with Rosie, as had been suggested, why would he kill her? I should have been the target." "Maybe someone who wanted Rosie out of the way so that she could get her fangs into you wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of her clinging boyfriend and the wife of the man that she fancied, and to make it look as if it was a deranged man who killed her because he couldn't have her." Rachel said. "That lady that was ringing you up, what was her name?" "Georgia. She has shown herself to be insanely jealous of Rachel, even though we aren't even lovers." "And why is that? Judy asked. "Judy! How could you say such a thing?" I asked. I noticed Rachel smile and not say anything. "We have only just met and I want to get to know her and be very sure of my feelings toward her, and probably even introduce her to the kids before I make any commitment along those lines." "Chicken." Rachel said. "Actually I agree with you. I do not want you to feel pressured into making a hasty decision. I want you to be comfortable in yourself before we consummate our relationship, however long that takes." She smiled at me and reached for my hand. "But it had better not take too long. Now where were we?" "I think that Georgia is emerging as a likely candidate. She may not have done it herself, but I wouldn't put it past her to hire someone. I think that I'll give Guthrie a ring and run this past him to see what he says." I made the call. "Guthrie, it's Patrick." "Patrick, are you psychic or what? I was just about to call you. We have gone over the police evidence and we have a likely suspect, and you'll never guess who it is." "Georgia." "Wow, you should take your psychic act on stage, you'd make a fortune. How did you come to that conclusion?" "A couple of things have surfaced, not the least of which is that she has shown, in the way that she has been stalking me and making weird phone calls, that she can be insanely jealous, border-line psychotic, and capable of doing just about anything. Then there was the fact that Rosie was being harassed by, we were supposed to believe, Brendan Carlisle, a co-worker, and supposed lover of Georgia. He denied any of this, but lost the plot and was committed to a psychiatric facility, where he still resides, still protesting his innocence. We are inclined to believe that he might be innocent. The fact that the harassment continued after he was committed led us to believe that here was another person involved, a person whose vested interest was in getting rid of Rosie and having Brendan blamed for it, someone who wanted me. Georgia has made no secret of the fact that she was interested in me when I first contacted her for information about Rosie's behaviour immediately before her death." "You keep saying 'we', who is the other part of this first person twosome?" "A very nice. . . " Rachel mouthed 'very nice' in a questioning manner. I held up my hand to silence her. "young lady who I have taken a fancy to . . " I got the thumbs up gesture from her this time. "Guthrie, say hello to Rachel." "Hello Rachel. I'm sure that you are a ravishingly beautiful young lady, but because this tight-arse won't lash out and have a video-cam fitted to his phone I have to rely on my imagination." "Hello Guthrie, I have heard a lot about you, all of it good." "A lady of great perception Patrick. Now back to the matter at hand. We have been checking up on the police evidence surrounding your car. Two things stand out that were not followed up on. Firstly, it was picked up from the dealership hours before it was delivered to your office. The person picking it up told the dealer's receptionist that you had sent her to pick it up, she even paid for it. The person that delivered it to your office was wearing a jacket that identified her as an employee of the dealership. We showed your receptionist photographs of all of the dealer's female employees, she was not one of them. We then showed her a photo of the woman that we suspected was involved with the dealer uniform jacket photo-shopped onto it. Bingo! We then went back to the dealership with the same photo, this time without the jacket. Bingo again! It was Georgia." "So she had the opportunity, and I guess her paranoid jealousy would provide the motive, what about means? How can we tie her into that?" "We are working on that. We have looked at the forensic report on the blood in the boot of your car. The pathologist identified the sample as blood with some brain matter bone fragments and cerebral fluid, a couple of hairs, but, and here is where it gets interesting, the pattern and location, and the fact that there was no evidence of drag marks, was inconsistent with it having come from a body being placed in the boot of your car. It was placed there to look as if the body was transported in your car boot. When the body is found it will confirm that death was caused by blunt force trauma, she was hit over the head with sufficient force to cause a depressed fracture of the skull and fatal brain damage." "So where do we go from here?" "We need to convince the police to re-open the case and get a warrant to examine Georgia's car. This could prove difficult." "You don't think that they'll go for it?" "No, I think that they'll have no alternative. But she has sold her SUV, and tracking its new owner could prove difficult." "The police can do that, can't they?" "Yes. Now, to more immediate matters, when am I going to meet this Rachel person?" "Soon, I promise. There are a few obstacles that I need to overcome first." "The kids huh?" "Yeah, I have some groundwork to do before she meets them." "It sounds serious, is it?" "It's getting to be, let's leave it at that." "Okay. I can't keep chatting to you, I have work to do." He hung up. 'So do I'. I thought. "I think that we've done about as much as we can here today. Can I drive you home?" I asked Rachel. "Yes, I'd appreciate that." We packed up and Rachel and I left. We had only gone a couple of hundred metres when a familiar car pulled onto the road four cars behind us. "My friend has arrived." "What are you going to do about it?" I handed her my mobile phone. "Guthrie is on speed-dial 4, call him and get him to arrange for police interception of that vehicle. Tell him that I will drive around in circles for ten minutes or however long it will take for them to set up near Waverley Police Station. I will drive into the car park and when she sees what I have done she will probably leg it. They can stop her and charge her with stalking. She's driving a red Hyundai i30, I can't read the rego number, but they'll know which one it is. Guthrie knows the make and model of my car and the rego number, so when they see it pull into the car park, they'll recognise her." She relayed the details while I did a couple of figure '8's and returned to the main road. The phone rang, it was Guthrie. "It took some convincing, but they are ready." I headed for the Police Station. The phone rang again. "Let it ring out and go to voice mail." I told Rachel. "What the fuck are you playing at, you bastard. If you think that driving around in circles is going to shake me off, you've got another think coming. And you can tell your bitch that I'll rip her tits off when I catch her." "That will make interesting listening to when I replay it for the police." I pulled into the car park and the fun began. The policeman that stepped into her path with his hand up suffered severe leg injuries as he tried to jump out of her path. His partner called in 'Officer Down' as he gunned the car and took off after her. The chase was about to be called off because it was getting too dangerous, when she lost control and slammed into a parked car. Airbags and seat belts saved her life but she was pretty badly banged up. She was taken to hospital where she remained under police guard. A New Beginning Guthrie arrived at the Police Station just as I was replaying the voice message from my phone. He was armed with a thick folder which he placed on the desk. "This is the result of our investigation into the death of Rosie O'Laughlin. There is enough in that to convict Georgia, even without a body." "We'll look into it. The very least we can charge her with threatening life, and stalking." Guthrie looked at Rachel. "You must be the fabulous Rachel that I have heard so much about. I'm deeply honoured to know you." "Down boy, she's spoken for." "I am, aren't I?" Rachel looked pleased. "Yes. I do believe that you are." She hugged me. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm not interested, too sickeningly sweet for me." "We'd better go, I'll drop you off and pick up the kids. I'll call you tonight. Are you doing anything tomorrow?" "I was, but I like the sound of this, so I'm not any more. What did you have in mind?" "I think a trip to the Zoo or something like that, with the kids." "Sounds great, we'll discuss it later." She kissed me, I kissed her, who cares, we kissed each other. With some creative driving, and some envelope stretching, I managed, just, to reach the school in time to pick up the kids. They clambered into the car and I headed for Mum and Dad's for dinner. It was the usual jumble of conversations going back and forth across the table, a mixture of what the kids did at school to Mum's description of the new shrubs that she had planted in her garden to replace a couple that were past their prime and getting straggly. After dinner we sat in the lounge room, we adults were listening to the News on ABC TV, the kids probably half listening to it. The sports segment had just finished and the weather was about to begin when a sign came onto the screen announcing some breaking news. "Police have revealed details of a high speed car chase through Sydney's Eastern suburbs that ended when the car, driven by a woman crashed. In a statement released soon after, the Police have announced that the driver will be charged, along with a series of traffic related offences, with the murder, a year ago, of Sydney woman Rosie O'Laughlin. No further details are available at this time. And now to the weather." "That was Mummy she was talking about." Rhianna said. "Yes love, that was Mummy. The Police have arrested her over Mummy's death." "What do you know about this?" Dad asked. "Guthrie and I have been doing some investigating. We provided the evidence that led to the arrest. I had some help from a woman that I have met a few days ago, and I find myself attracted to her. I want the kids to meet her tomorrow." I told Mum and Dad. "You are to bring her to dinner tomorrow night." It was an order. "Okay, I'll see what I can organise. Hey kids, how would you like to go to the Zoo tomorrow?" "Yay!" Rhianna shouted as she threw herself onto my lap and hugged me. "That'd be okay." Ryan said. "There is one thing. You see, Daddy has been working with this very nice lady, and I've told her all about my great kids, and she wants to meet you. So I have asked her to join us." "She won't be the same as Mummy." Rhianna said. "No she won't. But I like her, and you will too, once you get to know her." They didn't sound so sure that they would. I took them home, they were quiet until we got home and they were going to bed. "I'll try to like her Daddy." Rhianna said as I tucked her in and kissed her good-night. "Is she really nice?" Ryan asked as I said good-night to him. "Yes son, she is really, really nice." "Do you love her?" "I do believe that I do. I want you to love her as well." "Is she going to be our new Mummy?" "Only if you two like her." It turned out to be the best day that I have had for a long time, and it started as soon as Rachel was introduced to the kids. "Kids, this is the lovely lady I was telling you about, Rachel, this is Rhianna, and Ryan." "Rhianna and Ryan, and now Rachel. Three names beginning with 'R'. I think your father's name should begin with 'R' as well. What shall we call him, Robert? Nah too stuffy, Roger? Oooh no." "What about Raymond?" Rhianna asked. "Yuk, Ryan said. "I think, Randall, he looks like a Randall." "No he doesn't. Rory, that's a good one." "How can you think that Rory's a good name?" It went on and on, and Rachel threw the odd name into the mix, only to be howled down. What was happening was that the three of them were having the time of their lives at my expense, and in the process, the kids were getting to open up to her, and like her. Every now and then during the day, one of them would come up with some outrageous name beginning with 'R', most of them I'd never heard of and probably didn't even exist, but it kept them amused. It was a long day that passed quickly. Rachel took tons of photos on her iPhone, including a bunch of selfies. We had a disgusting lunch of hamburgers and ice creams, something that the kids hardly ever have, but they persuaded Rachel that she should pressure me to get them. Mum had dinner waiting for us when we got back. She looked at me, the question unspoken. "It's fine, better than fine, the kids love her." "That's a relief for you." The kids struggled through dinner, barely able to stay awake. There were two single beds in one of the spare rooms, and they went to bed earlier than usual. "You two will stay the night, won't you?" "Yes, but I'll have to sleep on the couch, there's only one bed in the second bedroom." "Have you ever noticed that my son is sometimes slow on the uptake?" Mum asked Rachel. That settled it, this was going to be my first night with Rachel, my first night in bed with a woman since Rosie. "What do you do Rachel?" Dad asked her. "I'm at Uni, doing my PhD in Demographics. I hope to get a job in the Bureau of Stats." "She's heavily involved in a social media campaign to name and shame preditary Professors, that's how we met. I'm afraid that it was sort of my idea." "Can we see what you're doing?" Dad asked. He led her to his office and sat her down at his computer. She cranked up the Internet and type in the name of the site. "This is the Web-page, it has links to Facebook, Twitter, and several other social media sites. It has gone viral, and the Professor with the most complaints against him is this guy." She was scrolling down the seemingly endless list to find his name, when Rhianna came into the room. "Daddy, I can't get to sleep." Rachel had stopped at the page that she was looking for. "What's Grand-dad doing on your computer?" "He's just someone that I know from University. Would you like me to tuck you in?" "Yes, would you?" They trotted off and Rachel came back a couple of minutes later. "What was all that drama about?" "That Professor, is Rosie's father." "So what's going to happen?" "We'll just have to let this run its course, we can't stop it now. While I should have some sympathy for him, what he has done negates any sympathy I feel. Let the cards fall where they may." I slept with Rachel. I didn't make love to her, that came later, on Sunday night, in my own bed, with the full knowledge of Rhianna and Ryan that she was to be their new Mummy. This my new beginning. A New Beginning “I’m so glad you could make it Traci,” said Monique. “It’s been a long time since I had anyone to entertain like this, it’s good for me.” Aimee agreed, “Yeah, Mom needs someone her own age to hang out with, she gets so depressed when I go out with my friends.” “Well, I’m glad to know you both, and I’m glad to have such nice neighbors.” I said, feeling the relaxing effects of the wine. Monique had prepared cheese enchiladas, and it smelled wonderful. A thousand times better than the frozen dinners I had bought yesterday. We all sat down at the table and started eating. About half way through diner, I felt a hand on my thigh, and I figured it was Monique’s. Feeling bold, and extremely horny, I put my hand on top of hers. She looked at me and grinned. Making small talk, I asked Aimee where she was planning to go to college, and what plans she had for her life. She told me that she really wanted to be a Veterinarian, and work with animals in some way. She told me that the one thing she didn’t like about this apartment, was that she couldn’t have all of her animals. Monique got up to get the bottle of wine, and Aimee leaned over to me and said, “I think my Mom really likes you, I can tell these things. She’s only wanted to be with women since Dad passed away, and I think you are very pretty too.” I thanked her for her compliment, still half in shock, and then Monique returned with a new bottle of wine. She filled all of our glasses, and then started to clear the table, when Aimee said, “I’ll get it Mom, you and Traci visit some more.” Monique sat down and turned her chair towards me and placed her hand on my arm. She told me how glad she was that I had moved there, that she had been very lonely since moving here last summer, and she hoped I didn’t think she was being to forward. I played dumb and asked her about what. She said that I was very attractive, and that she had wanted to get to know me from the moment she saw me in the rental office last week. She had even found out what apartment I was moving into so she could come by one day to meet me. I was flattered! I had never had anyone go to that much trouble just to meet me before. My attraction was growing for Monique; it was becoming something deeper than just physical. She invited me over to the couch and we sat down, and she turned-up the stereo. She slid over next to me and put her arm around me. It felt really nice. She pulled me closer to her and I began to feel so at ease as the wine was taking effect. She began lightly stroking my hair. I could hear the clanking of dishes in the kitchen, and Aimee was asking if she should open another bottle of wine. I heard Monique tell her that would be a good idea as I was slowly nestling into her. I was about to close my eyes when Aimee came in and sat next to me with a fresh bottle. “See I was right wasn’t I?” She said, as she poured us each another glass. I think you make a nice couple. She put her hand on my leg, and began stroking it. I was getting confused, but I was also half drunk and very horny. Monique lifted my head and kissed me right on the mouth. My lips melted into hers, as I felt a hand slide up inside my shorts and rub the full length of my thigh. I moaned into Monique’s mouth, as her tongue went past my teeth and into my mouth. I never knew kissing another girl could be so incredibly soft and erotic. As Monique was tantalizing my lips, Aimee was slowly removing my shorts exposing my white lace panties. Monique broke the kiss and handed me my glass. I took a sip as Aimee started unbuttoning my blouse. I gave Monique a puzzled look, and she put her finger on my lips and said, “Shhh sweetie. Aimee likes you too, and we wanted to share you if that’s OK?” Then Aimee leaned over to her Mom. My mind started spinning as I watched the two prettiest women in the world French kiss each other. I was entranced as they began to undress each other. Aimee took Monique’s tight sweater and slowly lifted it up over her head, and the kissed down her neck. She looked over at me and said, “Wanna help me?” I leaned over and started kissing Monique’s neck, and had closed my eyes in enjoyment, when I felt a hand on my upper thigh. It was Aimee’s. She was running her hands up and down her mother’s legs as well as mine, and she was kissing Monique’s tummy. “Oh baby, I think our guest needs more attention than that. Don’t you?” Monique said in a moaning voice. With that, Aimee turned all her attention to me. She cupped my face and kissed me full on the lips. Her lips were so hot and soft on mine. Monique took the opportunity to unfasten my bra, and told me how very sexy she thought it was. She was running her hand over my back while her daughter was kissing me. Aimee pulled away and looked deep in my eyes. She said she was going to make me very happy. She told me to just lie back and enjoy it. They both leaned me back into the couch, and Aimee started kissing down my body. She began caressing my legs as she was looking up at me. I’m sure my eyes were filled with lust. She ran her hands up my sides and began rubbing my shoulders. I was lost in her touch. I thought she was good in my dream, but this was far more intense. Her touch was like electricity, but yet soft as a feather. I couldn’t believe that another girl could make me feel this way. She pressed her hot little teenage body against mine, as she leaned in to kiss me. She held my face as her lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was so soft and delicate, like kissing a rose petal. She ran her nails lightly down my face, sending tingles down my spine. “Do you like the way I touch you Traci?” She whispered. “I, I, I’ve never been touched like that before in my life,” I said in a shaky voice. Monique got off the couch and went around behind her daughter. She undid Aimee’s bra, and let it fall to the floor exposing her beautiful breasts. They looked to be about a 34C and so firm and lovely with no sag at all, and her nipples were small and dark. “Do you like Aimee’s boobs Traci?” Monique whispered, holding them up for me to see. She slowly rolled her nipples between her finger and thumb. My throat was so dry, and I was having a difficult time breathing. She looked at me and smiled. Her whole face seemed to light up, as she took my hand and placed it on her daughter’s breast. She held it there for a while, and I could feel her teenage nipple harden in my hand. Then, Monique told me she wanted to watch Aimee make love to me. All I could do was nod in approval of her idea. She leaned over to me kissing me on the cheek. While she did this, Aimee started removing my soaked panties. She slid my panties down my legs and off, and then she brought them to her face, and inhaled deeply. She moaned with delight. This was driving me crazy! I had never been with anyone who seemed to enjoy the scent of my pussy the way she did. It made me feel so special, so wanted. She then offered my panties to Monique for her to smell too. Monique took my panties from her and rubbed them on her face. She looked at me with such lust I almost came right there. Aimee stood up in front of me and began removing her miniskirt. As she did, she made a point of bending over at the waist and pointing her flawless butt right at me. The thong panties she was wearing matched her tan lines perfectly. I was now salivating at this delicious sight in front of me. “Do you like my body Traci?” She said, as she kneeled in front of me. She ran her lovely fingers over my breasts and around my hardening nipples. I was trembling! Aimee lowered her head and gently kissed each of my rock-hard nipples. Then she lightly sucked each one into her warm mouth. It felt incredible. I had guys do this before, but this was totally different. As she was sucking my breasts, she slid her hands down to my waist and began sliding a finger up and down my wet slit. She kissed down my body as she pushed her finger inside of me. She was now eye level with my soaked pussy. She ran her other hand over my tummy caressing my body as she covered my crotch with kisses. She was inhaling my aroma, which was now filling my nostrils as well. I have a very strong sweet scent and I love it. She obviously did too. I looked over at Monique, and she had removed her bra. She had my panties up to her face, and she had her hand down her panties. I could hear the squishing sound coming from her crotch as she frantically rubbed her pussy. Aimee slipped her hands under my butt, and kissed my pussy lips. At that moment, I had my first orgasm from another girls touch. It caused me to arch my back and push my pussy into her face. She slipped her tongue into me, and I could feel her long tongue moving around inside of me. “Do you like my Aimee’s tongue? Monique asked, in a breathy voice. All I could do was moan, “Mmmmmmm yessssssss.” As Aimee was giving me the best licking I had ever had, Monique had reached her limit. She came over and straddled my face. I was now staring at her panty-covered pussy. I ran my trembling hands around her waist and over her butt, as I pulled her to me. I buried my face into her crotch and inhaled her aroma. It was like a drug. My mind began to spin, and my vision went fuzzy. Her body and her scent took me to a place I never knew existed, and I knew I would never again be the same person. I slid my hands inside the elastic band of her panties, and slid them slowly down her smooth, tanned legs. She was completely shaved. I couldn’t believe how soft she was. She started running her hands through my hair and moaning. I looked up at her, and she was like an angel. She pushed her pussy forward into my face and I stuck out my tongue and tasted her wetness. I had never tasted anything so wonderful in my life. Her pretty pussy was dripping this amazingly sweet, light, creamy nectar onto my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. She spread her legs wider and I pushed my tongue deeper into her wet slit. I felt like I could eat her alive. I never wanted this to end. Aimee’s amazing tongue was bringing me to another incredible orgasm. She and Monique had turned my whole body into a complete erogenous zone. Everywhere they touched me, caused me to have an orgasm. I was licking Monique’s pussy as deep as I could, trying desperately to remember everything I liked someone to do to me. Then, she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her crotch and said, “Oh Yes! Oh Traci! I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum” I had actually made another woman cum, and I was very excited by this. I grabbed Aimee’s head and pushed my pussy into her mouth, and came again. We separated, and all took a drink of our wine. Aimee mentioned how much better it tasted with pussy on her lips. So, Monique leaned down and kissed her, licking my juices off of her face, and then taking another drink. She agreed with her, and suggested that we go to the bedroom. I was about to enter the very room that just the night before, I had heard them making love. I was in heaven. Monique laid me on the bed and began what was to be the most intense sexual experience of my life. She loved to touch me. More than just to feel my skin, but to feel my soul. Her hands gave me so much pleasure that I almost couldn’t control myself. It was like having a thousand fingers on my body at the same time. That combined with her kisses gave me orgasms without her even touching my pussy. By the time she began touching my pussy and my breasts, I was so incredibly excited, that I could have had an orgasm by her voice alone. She wouldn’t have had to do much more. When her fingers entered my pussy, I came immediately. I never knew I was capable of squirting, but I did. She was very pleased at this, and lowered her mouth to my pussy to catch all of my flowing juices. Aimee asked me if I would like to taste her pussy, and all I could do was nod. Monique was doing amazing things in my crotch that rendered me speechless. Aimee took the two fingers that she had been fingering herself with, and placed them on my tongue. I savored her taste. It was as sweet as Monique’s, but a little thicker. Then she straddled my face and I slid my tongue deep into her. I was amazed at how wonderful it was to be smothered in teenage pussy. She was humping my face as Monique pressed a finger to my asshole. I had never let anyone try this before. I hadn’t wanted to try this partially because of the taboo of it, but also because of the perceived discomfort. Monique slowly rubbed her finger around my butt in tiny circles, and my anus started to open up to her. I now wanted this so badly, I begged her for it. “Put it in my ass! Please!!!” I said, in a muffled voice Aimee moaned softly as I continued sucking on her very sweet pussy, and I felt her Mother’s finger pierce my rectum. It slid deep inside of me. Then she slid her thumb into my pussy, and began sucking on my clit. I was awe-struck! All of these sensations combined, almost caused me to faint from sheer pleasure. I didn’t even feel the orgasm building inside of me. It was like my body was now one solid orgasm, and I couldn’t think or even breathe. When I came, I went completely rigid, and numb at the same time. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing Monique and Aimee lying next to me, each with a glass of wine, and huge smiles on their faces. “Would you like some?” Monique asked handing me a glass. “Are you OK?” “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed, taking the glass from her. “Where did you learn to do that?” “It is not the where,” she explained, “But with whom my love. Aimee has taught me a lot of what I know; I have just expanded on that knowledge. I touched you the way I liked to be touched, and I have never had a girl react the way you did.” “How many girls have you been with?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath. “Not many,” she replied, “But you are by far the best.” Aimee leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I told them that after I had seen Aimee in the pool the other day, I had a dream about her making love to me, but that the dream in no way compared to this. Then after meeting Monique, I was becoming more and more interested in being with a woman. I told them that I wanted to give them the same pleasure they had done for me. Monique set her wine on the end table and pulled me on top of her. I started kissing at her ear lobs, and then around her neck. I forgot about trying to remember everything that had been done to me, and just let my body do what it needed to do. I was entranced by the softness of her skin, and its natural aroma. As I reached her breasts, she cupped them and offered them to me like a present. I kissed around each one and sucked her nipples into my mouth. It is a wonderful sensation to suck on another woman’s breasts, and I was lost in the tranquility that overcame me as I did. My hands explored the rest of her body as I kissed my way down her stomach. Her narrow waist and flat stomach would be the envy of any woman, and it was all mine to enjoy right now. My tongue continued its journey downward until once again my nose was filled with the succulent aroma of Monique’s pussy. She lifted and spread her legs as I kissed around the soft lips of her beautiful sex. I felt like I was making love to a goddess. I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth to her pussy and slipped my tongue deep inside. Once again, her sweet creamy juices covered my tongue. I had another orgasm from that alone. Aimee was behind me rubbing my body as I slipped a finger inside of Monique. I moved it around slowly and her inner walls were like velvet. I slid my finger out and began rubbing around her ass. She pushed herself down against my finger, and with a slight push, my finger slipped deep into her perfect rectal orifice. I began licking her deeply and then sucking on her clit. I alternated this for a while, till I heard her breathing start to quicken. I could feel her anus clamping around my finger, and my tongue was being pushed out of her pussy from the contractions. I kept up my diligent rhythm, and it wasn’t long until I was given my reward. She wrapped her legs around my head and forced her hot pussy into my face. I had to struggle to breath, but I didn’t stop what I was doing. I kept the rhythm and the pressure against her clit and her ass, and then she exploded into a massive orgasm. She flung her legs open wide, and I was treated to a pussy juice bath. It literally sprayed out of her and covered my face. I was so incredibly turned on by this, that I rubbed my face around against her pussy. Making sure that her juices covered every inch of my face. I crawled up and straddled her crotch with mine so that our pussies were pressed together. I started humping against her, and she followed my lead and began humping me as well. Aimee came up to me and started kissing me, and licking her Mother’s juices off of my face. I could hear the delightful squishing sound of wet pussies mashing together. It was so damn sexy! I grabbed her leg and pushed against her wet slit with mine. My clit was actually in between the lips of her pussy, and it was driving me crazy. Monique and I each had another massive orgasm, and I collapsed on the bed next to her. Aimee then got down and began to lick us clean. She was an expert at making sure every little crevice was cleaned. Monique and I were having tiny orgasms as she did this. Afterwards, Aimee crawled into bed with us and we all fell asleep in each other’s arms. The last few days have been totally incredible. I can’t believe I waited so long to experience the joy and passion of girl/girl love. It has truly been a new beginning for me, and I will never forget this moment in my life as long as I live. I just hope I can make it in to work tomorrow. A New Beginning Jan walked into the empty classroom. She knew it was early but she didn't want to be late. She felt awkward enough returning to college at 41 years old. She did not want to draw more attention to herself, by being late. Looking around the room at the empty desks brought back memories of high school, bringing a warm sensation between her legs. She had been more than a little frisky in those days. The truth was she loved to fuck, and suck just about anyone. Her husband had managed to keep her satisfied for the last 23 years, while they raised their daughter. It was her encouragement that led Jan to enroll in college. She decided to take a seat in the rear of the classroom, near the door. Sitting at the desk she thought of the past, the parties and the boys. It was at one such party, for the track boys, that she met her husband. Mark had not been the best looking boy there, and not her first that night. The party started slowly enough, but the addition of some alcohol had quickly added to the fire. She remembered Mark, the team leader. He had come into the kitchen while she was making another drink. He walked up behind her and reached for the liquor bottle. She could feel his hard cock as he leaned into. She knew what he wanted. It was always the same with him. He loved for her to suck his cock in public places. It was the thrill of possibly being caught that really excited him. It was thrilling for her too. She turned around, facing him. "Just what are doing," she questioned. "Getting a drink," he grinned, "and maybe a little feel of your tight ass." She was proud of her body. It made her feel good when others complemented her on it. "And that," she nodded towards the bulge in his pants, "Is it needing a drink also". "No, but it does need some relief". Mark was smiling. He knew she loved sucking his cock. She led him around behind the counter, so if someone came in, they would not see her. She took a long swallow from the alcohol filled glass and knelt down in front of him. She could see the slight movement of his erection as she rubbed him. She moved the palm of her hand, up and down the bulge in his pants. He moved his hips with her hand. "Don't tease me," he pleaded, "Just take it out". "Not this time," she stated, "Your going to have to drop your jeans to the floor if you want me to do you"!! She could see the look on his face. This was not what he expected. In the past she had always sucked him off with his cock sticking out his zipper. "But someone might come in'", he pleaded. "That's the exciting part," she said. The look on his face was puzzling her. He was thinking about it too long. "So it's o.k. and exciting if I get caught on my knee's, obviously sucking you off, just as long as you have your cock back in your pants", she stated. "No, I mean, Oh, fuck it. He undid his pants and let them fall around his ankles. His cock was throbbing against the thin cotton underwear. "Those too", she said laughing. "Can't you do anything," he said. He pulled the underwear down and let them slide to his ankles also. His cock was enormous. Throbbing and waving, asking for her attention. She reached up and let her tongue flick the swollen head. He tried to put his hand on the back of her head, but she pushed it aside. "I'll decide how fast we go at this," she stated. She let her tongue glide down the shaft to his swollen balls. Sucking one in to her mouth she could hear the small moan escape his lips. She looked up to see his head leaning slightly back, savoring the sensations she created. Her tongue was flickering up down his shaft, as she admired the swollen veins pulsing along its length. He worked his hips back and forth, trying to fuck her mouth, but she only teased him. She let her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, which was swollen, and darker in color than before. She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it hard. Working up and down the full length of the shaft, the moans escaping his mouth were growing louder. She wondered if anyone else could hear his excitement. She began to suck him harder now, and held him deep within her mouth. His throbbing cock was swelling as she held it in the back of her throat and she could sense the cum as it exploded from it, filling her mouth with his thick fluid. She loved the taste, and sucked it hard, making sure to swallow every drop. She stood and looked into his eyes, as she wiped the last drop from the corner of her mouth. She kissed him, pulling his tongue into her mouth, sucking it, letting him taste his own seed. She bent down and took his cock in her mouth again. She sucked on it, feeling it give up the last drops of it's nectar. She squeezed his balls making sure they had given all they could give. She heard the voices as they approached. She closed her eyes hoping they would not see her, his cock in her mouth. They got loader and loader. She felt her own vaginal juices escaping her wet hole and moistening her inner thighs. She looked up and was startled. It was the other students entering the room. She quickly tried to compose herself, wiping the imagined cum from her mouth. She watched as the tall older woman entered, carrying a large brief case with her, sitting it on the desk in front of the room. She wondered if anyone had noticed or knew, she had just had a wet dream. The older woman quickly took charge of the class, and introduced herself as Sherri Tenison, and could be addressed as Professor Tenison. She was a beautiful woman with olive skin. Her blouse was tight and emphasized her ample breasts. Jan was stunned by the woman's beauty and perfect body. She had imagined professors as old grumpy men. She sat through the class, listening attentively to the woman lecture and spell out, in perfect detail, the course description and what was expected of them. She noticed on several occasions the woman looking directly at her as if sizing her up. Jan thought it was because she was older and looked out of place. She watched the older woman move up and down the isles, the subtle curves of her body seemed intoxicating to Jan. Jan sat through the class admiring, and watching the woman. She had never had sexual desires for a woman before, but here, sitting in the college classroom, she felt a strong desire to reach out and touch this woman. It seemed as if the class had just began when she heard the woman dismissing everyone. Jan sat there watching as the woman picked up her papers. "Is there something I can help you with," professor Tenison asked. "Oh, Uh, no," Jan stuttered. "I couldn't help but notice you," the professor said, "you're a little older than the other students," she finished smiling. She put her arm on Jan's shoulder. The mere touch of her hand sent waves of sexual excitement through her. She felt herself blush. "I couldn't help but notice, you were watching me very closely during class," the professor continued. "I really don't mind, but you really should watch your hands, because if others in class noticed you rubbing yourself as I noticed, it might cause you some problems." Jan felt the blood rush to her head. She felt really hot and light headed. "I did not do that," she protested, but she knew she probably had. "Well, that is what it looked like to me, I am sorry if I was wrong, but it was flattering to be desired so openly." Jan's heart began to beat wildly in her chest. The professor was actually coming on to her now. It was becoming apparent that the beautiful woman was also aroused, her nipples hard and erect against the fabric of the blouse. "It's o.k. we are both a little older and wiser than the girls who take this course, so we can talk a little more openly cant we," the professor said. "Yes," Jan replied, "I guess we can, professor." "First, lets get one thing straight, class is over now, so it is Sherri, o.k." "O.k.," Jan replied, "I was looking at you in that way, it just surprised me because I have never been attracted to a woman before and……", her words trailed off. Sherri quickly interceded, "I know, it kind of stuns you the first time it happens. Have you thought of being with a woman, she asked? "No," Jan lied. She had thought of being with a woman, back in school, but she had not dared. It was one thing to be the school slut, but quite another to be the school slut and school lesbian. "Would you like to go for a drink and talk things over," Sherri asked. The question caught Jan off guard, but the fact was, she did want to go with her. She not only wanted to go with her but she wanted to be with her. "Yes," she answered, "How about Marko's bar." "That would be nice," Sherri said, "but I was thinking we could go to my place, it's just around the corner and I have a fully stocked bar." "Great," Jan replied. It was what she wanted anyway, at least, thought she wanted. The thought of being with another woman was exciting, but scary also. It was uncharted territory for her. She felt, she knew all she needed to know to please a man, but a woman's needs were different, or were they? She knew how to please herself, how much more did she need to know. She began to feel better now convinced she could go through with it. She followed Sherri and watched as the brake lights of her car came on, as she stopped at the house. It really was just around the corner from the college. Jan could feel the moistness between her legs as she stepped from the car. She was excited with feelings, she had not experienced since high school. She followed Sherri into the house. It was beautiful, everything in place, and decorated in white, chippy furniture. Jan had seen pictures of houses like this in books. It was a style called shabby chic. Chippy, old furniture and items redone to serve other purposes. It was a look absolutely perfect for this house. Sherri opened the bar. "Bourbon and coke, o.k.," she asked. Jan nodded, stunned by the woman's beauty. The lighting in the house, simply emphasized her appearance. Jan took the glass from Sherri, "Thanks," she said. "I think I need this." It'll be alright, Jan," Sherri said. Jan turned the glass upward and drank all of it's content. "Another," Sherri asked. "Yes, please," Jan said. Once again Sherri made her a drink, this one a little stronger than before. She handed Jan the glass and walked behind her. Jan could feel her as she leaned in to her. She could feel the warm breathe on her neck as Sherri whispered, "Let's explore our sexuality together." Jan felt Sherri's warm moist lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her. Sherri began to kiss her ear, and Jan could feel Sherri's breasts pressing into her, her erect nipples broadcasting her desire. It was an incredible feeling, having another woman kissing and nibbling on her. It was a sensation so different from being with a man. Sherri's face was so smooth and soft, her lips, moist and tender. She was caught up in the sensations, flirting with ecstasy. Sherri's arms were around her waist, and Jan slowly began to push them downward. She turned around, still in Sherri's grip, and looked into her eyes. "I need you," Jan whispered to her. She could sense Sherri's desire, and appreciated her gently touch. Jan could feel Sherri's hand brush over her swollen mound. Even with her pants on, she could feel the pleasurable sensations filling her. She reached down and unsnapped her pants, letting Sherri have easy access to her. Sherri pulled on the zipper and helped Jan step from her clothes. Standing in front of Sherri naked, letting her look at her was sexually exciting. Jan felt vulnerable, and leaned into Sherri's arms. She felt the gently touch of Sherri's fingers as they ran up and down her pubic mound, ever so gently brushing her swollen and beckoning clitoris. It was pure ecstasy as Sherri explored her. Her fingers moving over her, sending pulsating shocks through out her body. It was within these feelings that Sherri placed her moist lips on Jans. Jan opened her mouth and let their tongues explore one another. Jan loved the taste of Sherri and moaned into her mouth. They were one with the other, each feeling the others pleasure. Jan began to undress Sherri, letting her fingers find and undo the buttons of her blouse, which she pulled off, never breaking her kiss. She pulled back from Sherri, and helped her step from her pants, exposing the white lacey panties. She could see a small strip of dark hair, neatly trimmed, hiding behind them. She grasped the panties and pulled them to the floor, exposing Sherri's moist pink vaginal lips. They were open, and pouting, calling for attention. Jan looked up at Sherri and smiled, "I need too taste you," she said, seeing the small smile cross Sherri's face. Jan let her tongue run up and down the open pink lips of Sherri's womanhood. The moist droplets tasted sweet and her scent was thrilling to Jan. It was musky and lingered around her. Jan let her tongue find the swollen bud of desire, and began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Sherri moaned, as Jan began to suck the bud as if it were a small cock, letting her tongue explore it, savor it, slide up and down it, then sucking on it gently, then hard. Jan could feel the waves of pleasure pulsating through Sherri's thighs. Jan felt the grip of Sherri's hands on the back of her head tighten as she was pulled into the moist mound. She worked the hot mound of flesh as if it were the last thing she would ever taste, and Sherri's moans intensified. Sherri fell to her knee's as one orgasmic wave after another rocked her body. Jan let her hands explore the open vaginal hole and inserted one, then two fingers deep within Sherri, her body arched upward wanting more. Jan continued to explore the woman's body, letting another finger slide into her. She was fixated on rocking Sherri with orgasm after orgasm. Jan loved watching the waves ripple through the woman's vaginal lips, and the contractions that followed. She screamed as wave after wave enveloped her. Jan let one finger slide into the woman's anal orifice, just as the last orgasm rocked her. Sherri grabbed her and pulled her close. Jan held her, letting her long fingers stay buried deep within the woman. She felt the hot juices streaming around her fingers, and as she began to remove them, she could feel the vaginal lips trying to suck them back in. She put one of the fingers to her mouth, and then to Sherri lips, which sucked it into her mouth, and Jan felt Sherri's tongue gently lick it clean. Sherri kissed Jan again, full on the lips. "That was incredible," she whispered. Sherri got up and led Jan to the bedroom. Jan lay on the bed, Sherri looking down at her. She felt Sherri's hand sliding up and down her inner thigh, teasing her, yet sending ripples of desire through her. Finally, a finger began to work ever so gently on her swollen clit, the bud aching with desire. Jan could feel the hot blood of desire within her swollen pussy lips, aching, wanting to be fucked. It was as if Sherri were reading her thought, and plunged three fingers deep within her dripping hole. "Fuck me hard," she screamed, and Sherri obliged pushing another finger into her, and Jan could feel her pussy expand. She felt Sherri working her fingers in and out of her swollen pussy. "Fuck me, Fist me," she screamed. She could feel Sherri's hand working like a piston. The long experienced fingers began to apply pressure to the anterior wall of her vaginal canal. It was a sensation which caused an explosion of vaginal juices which erupted out of her and onto Sherri's arm. Jan felt her pussy contracting violently, with wave after wave rocking her body. She could see Sherri reach across to the table next to the bed. The two vibrators which she removed were huge and intimidating. "Trust me," Sherri said smiling, then kissing her. Jan relaxed as Sherri began to let one of the vibrators run up and down her sopping vaginal hole, which felt as if it were still convulsing from the earlier assault. The large vibrator felt like it was ripping her in half as Sherri pushed it up into her. It hurt, but somehow felt good at the same time. Sherri let the other ride on her swollen, pulsating clitoris, and as her vaginal hole began to relax she pushed the other deep within her, working it back and forth. Jan could feel the blood rushing in once again, orgasm after orgasm, filling her being. It was then that she noticed, Sherri had strapped the other on with a harness, which now looked like a large dick extending from her crotch. Sherri smiled and grabbed Jan's knee, pushing them up toward her head, the vibrator filling her pussy still causing orgasmic waves. She felt the other large cock vibrator as Sherri guided it to her anal opening. "Oh, god, no," she pleaded, as Sherri, squirted a large amount of lubricant onto the thing, and then up her ass. She tried to slide up the bed, but Sherri's grip was to strong, and she could feel the large object pushing against her tight anal opening. Sherri slapped her on the ass hard, and when she cried out from the pain, she felt the cock vibrator slide into her, passed the sphincter muscle. She screamed out in pain, and Sherri, did not move, she just held the rubber cock in her ass, letting her muscle adjust to it's size. It was strange, the pain began to subside and the combination of the huge vibrator rocking her pussy, and the other being used as a cock felt good. The sight of Sherri, fucking her in the ass, moving her hips, thrusting into her, was exciting. She felt the juices pouring from her pussy like a mountain stream, running down her buttocks and onto the bed. Jan grabbed the vibrator, in her pussy, and began to work it in unison with Sherri's thrust. Screaming as orgasmic contractions rumbled through her body. She could hear the screams as they crossed her lips, but she was helpless to stop them. She had never had orgasms like these. They were ripping her body apart, or at least it felt that way, and she loved it. She could see Sherri, and hear her moans mixing with her own. It felt as if they had been at it for hours, but in reality it had only been a couple, before they collapsed, holding each other tightly, kissing, and embracing. Once they caught their breath, they began to kiss gently, again exploring one another's mouths. Their hands exploring, the other body, rubbing and gently pulling at the hard nipples. They stood and hugged, each helping the other get dressed. "Jan," Sherri said, as they walked to the door, "I hope you enjoyed your homework, because I have a feeling you'll be getting a lot more." Jan smiled, " I hope so," she said, as she walked out the door. Sherri blew her a kiss, "See you in class next week." Jan waved and watched as Sherri closed the door. She opened the door and sat in the car. She drove past the college on her way home, "college sure is going to be fun," she thought, smiling to herself. A New Beginning I was on my way to the airport when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer. It buzzed in a second and I had a new voicemail. I was very tempted not to check it, but if they left a voicemail it must be something important. It was my little sister. Her name is Audrey, and when I say little, I mean little. I'm 26 and she's 18. Mom and Dad must have been in a good mood the night she was conceived. They rarely are these days. Before I left home, it seemed like they hated each other. I didn't know why they stayed together except they were extremely religious. They didn't approve of divorce so they just hung in there, getting more and more surly all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love them both. If you get either one of them by themselves they are really cool and fun to be around. Mom is just someone that needs control and Dad is someone that fiercely resents anyone trying to control him. I saw them three or four times a year. I absolutely refused to go home, but I bought each of them open tickets to come and see me any time they wanted to, as long as they came by themselves. Audrey came by herself once when she was 12 but I haven't spent much time with her lately. I feel guilty about that. I feel like I should swoop in and rescue her. She seems like a sweet kid. The other little thing about her is her size. At 12 she looked more like eight. She was a tiny little thing the last time I saw her. The pictures she sent me showed that she was still very tiny. You could tell she was becoming mature, but it was a slow process. She called me once a month and we talked, sometimes for a long time. It wasn't time for that call and I wondered why she was calling from a strange number. Her message said that it was an emergency and she needed me to call her as soon as I got the message. She left me a number and I didn't recognize it. I called and a woman answered the phone. "St. Vincent's emergency room," she said. "How can I direct your call?" "I'm trying to get hold of Audrey Davis," I told her. "I'm her brother and she gave me this number." "Hold on a minute and I'll get her," she said. It wasn't long before I heard Audrey talking to her. "Hey, baby," I said when she answered. "Why are you at the hospital? Are you ok?" "No, Jackson, I'm not. There's been an accident. I have a broken leg and a broken arm and collar bone. Mom and Dad are messed up really bad, Jacks. They're in surgery and I'm so afraid. I think they're going to die! They had to cut them out of the car. A semi-truck crossed into our lane and hit us head on. I was in the back seat. God I need you. Please Jackson, can you come to Boston?" I hesitated a minute. This was going to take some frantic scrambling around. "I'll be there, Audrey. I'm on my way to the airport now. I was leaving for Hong Kong. I'll get a flight and be there as soon as I can. It's a long way from San Juan to Boston. I'm so sorry, baby. It will be a while." "I'll be ok as long as I know you're coming," she said. "They're going to sedate me. I hurt really bad, Jacks. I'll probably be out while you're coming and I won't even know. I wouldn't let them give me the drugs until I talked to you. Please hurry! I'm so afraid." She was sobbing and I could tell she was in a lot of distress. "Hang in there, sweetheart," I told her. "I'll be there as soon as possible. Let them give you your medicine." "I will, I promise. I love you Jackson." "Me too, kid," I told her. "Let me talk to the lady I talked to a minute ago." The lady got on the phone and I asked to speak to someone who could give me more information about my parents. She told me someone would call if I would leave a number. "I'm about to get on an airplane," I told her. "They won't let me use my cell phone and I won't have a signal." She told me to hang on and by the time someone came to the phone I was parking at the airport. It was a hospital administrator. She said that she had checked with the surgeons and that my parents would be gone in a matter of minutes. They had extensive brain injuries and they were on life support now. As soon as the machines were turned off, they would be gone. "My little sister is in the emergency room," I told her. "How badly is she hurt?" She checked and assured me that Audrey was going to be fine. "She's badly bruised and battered, she has a concussion, abrasions and contusions and three broken bones," she said. "She's been sedated. She was in a great deal of pain." I asked her how long they would keep her like that. She told me the doctor said at least two days and she would be taking pain pills for a week after that. "Listen," I told her. "She's all alone there. I'm the only family she has and I'm flying in from Puerto Rico. Is there any way you could not tell her about Mom and Dad until I get there?" "Of course, Mr. Davis. We're not insensitive to her condition. What do you want to do about the life support?" "Is there any chance?" I asked. "I'm afraid not," she said. "They have a directive not to be kept on life support," I told her. "I'll call their attorney and have him get it to you." "Thanks, and I'm very sorry about your parents," she said. "Well take good care of your sister until you arrive." I got my ticket changed and got on a flight to Boston. There were a million things to do. I had to notify my contact in Hong Kong that my parents had been killed in an accident and that I wouldn't be coming any time soon. I called the office and told them I was taking a six month's leave. I explained the situation and they didn't give me any grief about it. I contacted Dad's attorney and got the transfer of the living will directive made. They had funeral arrangements made years ago and I took care of that too. I thought about the situation for an hour. There was no way I wanted to go to that house. I called a moving company and arranged for Audrey's things to be picked up and taken to my house in San Juan. Mom and Dad's things were to be shipped and put in storage until Audrey had time to go through them. The flight was interminable and I stayed on the plane's phone for hours, making arrangements and changing everything I had planned. When I arrived in Boston I rented a car and drove to the hospital. I found out Audrey's room number and went up. She was asleep when I came in. Her face looked like she had been in a fight. There was a bandage on her head and her left arm and right leg were in casts. The arm was in some sort of traction device of cables and pulleys. It was evidently broken badly. She had bandages everywhere I could see. If it hadn't been for her hair, I wouldn't have recognized her. Our parent's religion had forbidden cutting it. It was probably three feet long and flaming red. That's they only thing they believed I ever agreed with. I love long hair. Mom had been a redhead too, but I took after Dad's side of the family. Audrey is five two and I'm six four. She weighs maybe a hundred pounds and I go 260. Looking at us, you would have no idea we were related. I have dark hair. We share the same dark complexion, which is odd because most redheads are light ginger types. She looked terrible and my heart was breaking. I petted the unbruised and unbandaged parts of her, basically her hair and she opened one eye a little. She smiled up at me and went back to sleep. They kept her high for another 24 hours and the only time she stirred was when she was thirsty. I gave her ice water and she went back to sleep. I never left her room. They took the traction machine away the second day and she looked more comfortable. I made travel arrangements and got some things for her; personal items, a couple of pairs of sweats and jackets to match, some shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. I got her a big coat to wear until we got out of Boston and a nice blanket to cover her up at the funeral. Mom and Dad had just wanted graveside stuff and it was going to be simple. When Audrey woke up it was a difficult first couple of hours. I had to tell her Mom and Dad were gone. She was inconsolable and I comforted her as best I could. I couldn't keep the tears back myself and we held one another and grieved. The funeral was the next day and they discharged Audrey an hour before. I dressed her in the new sweats and the coat and we put her in the wheelchair I had bought. I took her down to the car and we cried together for a long time after the service, she looked so pitiful wrapped in her blanket, two black eyes and her little face so bruised and my heart was breaking for her. There were hundreds of people there, mostly from their church. The pastor said a lot of inappropriate things about how they were saved but the rest of us were going to hell. Two dour ladies approached me about keeping Audrey in Boston. They felt that I was not a good influence on her and as her spiritual mentors they should keep her. I know how to put down that sort of pretension and they didn't stay long. We said our goodbyes and I took her straight to the airport. I changed her clothes in the car and put her in shorts and a t-shirt. Mom never allowed her to wear shorts and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable but she didn't say anything. When we were checking in, she asked me where we were going. "We're going home, baby," I told her. "You mean to Puerto Rico?" "Yes, is that ok with you?" "I just thought we would stay here for a while," she said. She looked so little and pitiful, wrapped in her blanket in the wheelchair that it made me cry. I knelt in front of her chair and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and looked in her eyes. They were blue/grey and full of tears. "I live in San Juan and that's where you live too," I told her. "You're all mine now. I've always wanted you to come and stay with me for a summer. This is way better. I mean, not that Mom and Dad are gone, but now I get to have you for as long as you'll stay with me. You're all I have, Audrey, and you're precious to me. I'm going to take care of you, baby, and it's going to be good. Will you give me a chance?" She put her good arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "Yes, Jackson; I love you, I always have and I want to stay with you forever. I remember how nice you were to me when I stayed with you before. It was the best week of my life." "Then it's settled," I stood up. "You're staying with me from now on. You're mine now and you're going to be treated like a queen. I'm going to make sure that happens." The airline was very nice about accommodating her when they found out what had happened and the stewardesses treated her like a princess. We changed planes in Miami. When we landed in San Juan there was a gorgeous sunset and a storm out over the ocean. I got her in my truck. She was still very sore and battered and she winced when I picked her up. She was light as a feather and so slender in my arms. I wanted to hold her forever. I have a very large house on a hill looking out over the ocean. I have my own beach and the blue water drops off to a nice reef out there. There's a lagoon with lots of coral and I wheeled her out on the deck and made dinner. We had fresh fish I had picked up in the market and prawns. I fed her prawns and bites of fish which she washed down with orange soda. I remembered that was her favorite and I had picked some up. We talked and laughed together until she was sleepy. I put her in bed and she asked me to stay until she went to sleep. The next morning we ate fruit for breakfast and she looked like she wanted to tell me something. "Is something wrong?" I asked her. "I smell," she said. "I need to take a bath. How am I going to do that, Jacks?" "I'll wash you," I told her. "Nooo, Jackson, don't," she was practically crying. "Relax, baby," I told her. "No one is going to do anything to you without your permission. That's something that's going to change about your life. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do." "Really?" she looked up at me. "Really," I told her. "You aren't a slave, Audrey. No one is going to tell you what to do. Get used to it. That's the thing I hated most about living with Mom and Dad. They had all those rules about what you could and couldn't do. It didn't matter to them what you thought. You're grown up now and you get to decide. I think you'll make responsible decisions. I may try to talk you into doing things I think will be good for you. For instance, why don't you want me to wash you?" "Jackson! I would have to take my clothes off. You would see me naked! You're my brother." "I've helped you get dressed twice already," I told her. "I've already seen you nearly naked. I don't think a little pink, lacy bra and panty set would be considered much cover. I am your brother, you're right. That means I take care of my little sister when she's sick. I wash her, change her bed, give her medicine, carry her around when she can't walk, whatever it takes. That's what you do for people you love." "Are you sure? It's very embarrassing." "Would you rather I hire a stranger to wash you?" "No, I want you to do it if it has to be done." "The doctor told me all the bandages could come off today," I told her. "We have to cover up your casts with plastic bags. We'll put rubber bands around the top so no water will get in." She agreed and I wheeled her into the bathroom to get undressed. I pulled her shirt off and her shorts down over her cast, leaving her in her bra and panties. They were the white ones I got her while she was in the hospital. I let her keep them on for a while. It was a little disturbing at first. She had become something different than the last time I saw her. She had breasts and her hips had become flared and exciting. I didn't want to stare so I got a warm washcloth and wet the tape holding her bandages on. When the tape softened enough it pulled off easily without pulling her skin. She had more than a dozen and it took me a while. I left her there and went to get garbage bags to cover her casts with. I got two big rubber bands and covered her casts. She got back in the chair while I got the water adjusted. "Ok," I told her. "Don't feel bad now, but I'm going to take off your underwear. Lean forward for me." She did and I unhooked the little bra. I pulled it over arms and she lifted her butt a little so I could pull her panties down. There is a stone bench in my shower, built into the wall and I set her down on it." "This is silly," she said. "Your clothes are getting all wet. I think you should take them off." "Won't that embarrass you?" I asked her. "Yes, but I'll feel less embarrassed if I'm not the only one naked." I stripped and got back in. She didn't want to look, but her eyes kept being drawn back to my cock. I didn't want to stare either but I couldn't help it. She laughed and looked up at me. Her eyes were clear blue with streaks of violet in them. I realized that they changed color with her moods. "This is really awkward," she said. "I've never seen a naked boy before and so I'm just going to look until it doesn't seem so weird, ok?" "Only if I can look too," I told her. "I've never seen my little sister naked before either." She nodded. She moved her eyes over my body and relaxed against the wall, the warm water streaming over her. She was stunning in her innocence. Her breasts took my breath away. Her wet hair was covering one, hanging down on the bench nearly to the floor. They were little, firm perky cones. They were maybe the size of half a small apple, fuller at the bottoms and turned up toward the tip. She had almost invisible areola, just one shade darker than her skin and her nipples begged to be sucked. They were little brown buttons about the size of a pencil eraser. They were high and proud. My eyes traced her slender form downward. She had a tiny waist that quickly flared out into her slim hips. She had the cutest little belly button and below that was a small patch of that flaming red hair. It was very sparse and her skin showed through plainly. She had trimmed it into a thin line. Her mons thrust out in a little rise and I could see the beginnings of light pink lips below. "God, you're gorgeous, Audrey!" I told her. "You grew up pretty, baby." She blushed pink all over. She's one of those rare redheads that can tan and she had brown arms and legs while her body was lighter and golden colored. The blush colored her up and she looked adorable. I certainly adored her. "Thanks," she whispered. "You look amazing too, Jacks. Can I touch you?" "Yes, if you want to," I told her. "I'm going to be touching you. I have to if I'm going to wash you." "Ok," she said. "Would you mind if we got started? This is really embarrassing." I got a washcloth and pumped shower gel on it. I carefully washed her face, taking care to go easy on the abrasion on her forehead. I washed her neck and shoulders, again taking care not to hurt her abrasions or the broken collar bone. When I reached her chest I got the upper part and squirted some gel on her breasts. I lathered them up and she gasped when the cloth touched her nipples. They sprang erect and she blushed even more. I just washed, not trying to feel her up. I kept telling myself that this was my little sister and she trusted me. I couldn't take advantage of her. I pulled her toward me, away from the wall so I could get to her back. I scrubbed it well and then moved down and washed her good foot and her thighs above the cast. My cock was at half-mast and it threatened to rise all the way as I washed her smooth thighs. When I reached her crotch she flinched away. "It's too much,' she gasped. "I'll do it." I handed her the cloth and she washed between her legs. "I can't do my butt," she said. "Help me." I pulled her up and she held my arm with her good one while she balanced on one leg. She had a fantastic butt. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as beautiful and sexy. It was very firm and round, small but full and resilient as I ran the cloth over it. I washed in the deep valley between her cheeks and she moaned. I got the shower head off its hook and ran the water down her back. When I parted her cheeks and ran the water down that valley she shivered. I let her sit back down and got the shampoo to wash her hair. As I was lathering it up, I felt a feather touch on my belly. I looked down and her hand was touching me just below my navel. As I washed her hair the touch became firm and she ran her hand over my belly. "You have nice muscles, Jacks," she told me. I laughed and flexed my abs. I have pretty good definition and I spend a lot of time trying to stay in shape. She ran her hand up to my chest and as I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, it slid down and gave my cock a squeeze. I gasped and her hand jerked back like it had been burned. "I'm sorry, Jacks," her eyes were pleading with me. "That was bad. I just needed to know what it felt like. I'm so sorry." "It's ok, baby," I assured her. "I'm not mad. I told you you could touch me." She smiled up at me and I turned the water off. I took her tiny naked form in my arms and stood her in front of the mirror so she could hold on to the counter. I got a big fluffy towel and dried her off. "Do you blow dry your hair?" I asked her. "No, it breaks it," she said. "I'll just wrap it up in a towel. Will you brush it for me later?" "Of course I will, Audrey." I wrapped her up in her towel, sad to see her gorgeous nakedness disappear under it. I got another and wrapped it around her hair. My cock was iron hard by now and she looked at it. "Why are you like that?" she asked. "Will it go away? Does it hurt?" "Well, it's like that because I was in the shower with the most beautiful naked girl I've ever seen," I told her. "When men get excited this happens. It's like your nipples getting hard. They don't stay like that. It will go down. It doesn't hurt unless it happens often and I don't get any relief." A New Beginning "What do you mean, 'relief?'" "Do you know what an orgasm is, Audrey?" "No, I mean I've heard the word, but it's something naughty." "You're wrong," I said. "It's something natural and beautiful. When men and women get excited enough they have orgasms. A man's prostate produces sperm. When he's stimulated past a certain point it travels out through his penis and he feels the most pleasurable sensation it's possible for him to feel." "What about girls?" she asked. "Girls cum too," I told her. "Cum is another name for 'have an orgasm.' It's different than for men. There's no sperm involved but the excitement builds until they just explode with pleasure. Girls tell me it's the same as for guys, the most pleasure it's possible to feel." "Doesn't that make a baby?" "It can. If the woman is fertile and the man cums in her vagina; she could get pregnant. It doesn't always happen and people take birth control or use condoms." She thought about that for a minute. She smiled. "Thanks, Jackson. Are you going to feed me today?" "After I shower," I told her. I put her in her chair. "You wait here," I said. I quickly showered and dried off. I went and got shorts and a t-shirt. I got some for her too and came back and dressed her. I made turkey and avocado sandwiches and she ate two. We went out on the deck and I put her on a lounge chair. I stretched out beside her and we soaked up the afternoon sun, the sound of the surf and the cries of birds the only things disturbing the silence. "Jacks, what are we going to do?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I wondered. "I mean, there's only the two of us. We don't have any other family. You have your life and you don't need me to live and be happy. I need you badly. I won't survive without you. Am I going to finish school? Will I have to get a job? Will you get tired of having me around? What if I get on your nerves or you get on mine? I don't have a future except what you make possible. I feel useless, and like I'm a burden to you." "I don't like for you to think about things that way," I told her. "When you say I don't need you, you're very much mistaken. I've always wanted to be closer to you. You're my little sister and I'll never get tired of you or turn you away. You can count on me Audrey; you're never to think you're a burden to me. I'll always be here for you. You make me happy. I feel like I've been missing something in my life and I never knew until now. I need someone to love and take care of. I need someone to love me, even when I do get on their nerves. You will get on my nerves and I'll get on yours, but we'll love each other anyway. You make me happy. We're going to be best friends. I already love you; I always have. You stole my heart when you were a baby. You've just become more beautiful and interesting all your life. Just when you were starting to become really interesting, I left home. That's the biggest regret I have. When you called me and talked to me that was the high point of my month. I couldn't stand being around Mom and Dad. They fought all the time and their bickering made me crazy. They forgot how cool and loveable each other were. I had to get out. The worst thing was I couldn't be around you. That's going to change now." "I know what you mean," she said. "I was very unhappy, Jacks. I needed to talk to you every month. I needed more than that but I had to take what you would give me. I'm just lost now. I don't know what to do." "We'll decide together," I told her. "Right now you need to heal and get better. I need to get a doctor to look at you and make sure you're healing right. I'll get you in school as soon as you're able to go. I've taken a six month leave of absence. We're going to get to know each other and I'm going to fall in love with you, I can tell." She smiled happily. She had braces and I was going to have to find a dentist for her too. "Don't you have to work, Jacks?" she asked. "Do you know what I do?" I asked her. "Mom said you were a diplomat," she said. "I don't know exactly what that is." "I do work at embassies around the world as a diplomat," I said. "I'm a spy, Audrey. I work for the CIA. I can't tell you a lot about it, but I run operations that sometimes involve handling lots of money. When I have a chance I take a cut of that money. No one knows, but that's what all spies do. I've done that often enough that I never have to work again if I don't want to. We have lots of money." "Did you steal it?" she asked. "Yes, I suppose I did. Let me tell you how it works. The CIA is backing some rebel group in some banana republic that they want to overthrow the government. They may just want them to cause so much mischief that they distract their government from doing things that we don't want them to do. The rebels need guns and money to operate. We can't give them money directly without causing a diplomatic incident. The rebel group has access to cocaine but they need money. I arrange to sell the drugs for them. They give me five million dollars' worth of cocaine. I cut the drugs until I have 5.5 million dollars' worth. I sell the drugs to some dealer in another country for 5.5 million. I pocket five hundred thousand dollars in profit. Then I contact an arms dealer and tell him I want to buy three million dollars' worth of guns. I tell him that I want a discount because of the quantity I'm buying. He agrees to sell me three million worth for 2.75 million. I pocket the 250 thousand. Everyone knows it's happening but they look the other way because I'm really good at what I do." "I had no idea," she said. "Does the CIA really do stuff like that?" "You have no idea how corrupt things are, baby. I've really done those deals, just like I described. It's all slime and corruption, Audrey. I want to get out of it. I'm going to get out at the first opportunity. I have money in a dozen banks around the world. I may resign and tell them I have to take care of you. I used to think I was doing good, patriotic stuff that helped people be safe at home. I haven't felt like that since the first six months." "So I might be good for you too," she said. "You are good for me," I told her. "Just seeing you and getting to have you here make me feel good about myself. I can't get over it. My beautiful little sister is going to live with me and we're going to take care of each other." "I won't be any trouble, Jackson. I promise I won't. I'm so glad you want me. I hated my life with Mom and Dad. I didn't want to stay there. Thank you for letting me come here. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I might not agree with it and I'll tell you when I don't, but I'll do it anyway, I promise. I'm very tired now and my arm is hurting really bad. I need to take a pill and rest." "I'm sorry, baby. I've been talking on and on. I'll get you some juice and you can rest." I got her a glass of orange juice and she took a pain pill. I wheeled her into her bedroom and got her a long t-shirt to wear for a night gown. "Do you want underwear?" I asked. "Just panties," she said. "I don't wear a bra to bed. Sometimes I don't wear anything," she smiled naughtily. "You can sleep naked if you want," I told her. "We maybe should wear the shirt though. Some of your scrapes are still weeping a little." She agreed to the t-shirt, but decided to leave off the panties. I took off her towels and slipped the t-shirt carefully over her. I hated to see that amazing little body covered up, but I kept reminding myself that she was my little sister and she was only 18. I picked her up and put her gently into her bed. She kissed me and said she was feeling no pain but she was very sleepy. I kissed the top of her head and she was asleep. I stood and watched her for a long time. She looked so little and so beat up that it broke my heart. I swore that she was never going to be hurt again. I checked on her about midnight before I went to bed. I put her phone on the night stand in case she needed me and went to bed. I heard my phone buzz about four in the morning and I checked it. "Need to pee and another pill," it said. I went in and she was awake. "I'm sorry to bother you, Jacks; but I'm bursting," she said. "You aren't a bother to me," I told her. "It makes me happy to help you." I put her in her chair and wheeled her into her bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and left her there. I heard it flush and she called. I helped her to the bidet and left again. She called and I took her to the sink so she could wash her hands. It was storming and she flinched when the thunder crashed outside. "You know, Jackson; if I slept with you I wouldn't need to text you," she said. "Are you afraid of storms?" I asked her. She laughed. "I guess you can see right through me," she said. "Yes, I am afraid of storms. Can I stay with you?" "You don't have to trick me," I laughed. "All you have to do is ask. I'll do anything you ask me to, Audrey." "Ok, can I sleep with you?" "Yes, I'd like that. I remember when you were little you used to come and get in bed with me," I remembered. "It always made me feel big and brave." "You were," she said. "I wanted to come every night but Mom and Dad wouldn't let me." "Well, I'll let you," I told her. "Just don't beat on me with those casts." She giggled and I took her to my bedroom and got her out of her chair. I put her in my bed and went around to the other side and got in. I have a king sized bed and there was plenty of room. I lay on my side and she scooted over until she was up against me. "Hey," I told her. "If we're going to do this we're going to meet in the middle. You don't get two thirds of the bed." She giggled again. "I like to feel you against me. I'll scoot back over and you come too." We moved to the middle and I lay on my side facing her. She scooted around until her back was pressed up against me. She took my arm and put it under her head and used it for a pillow, pulling the other arm over her and letting it rest holding her close. The feeling of her hard little butt against my cock made me think things a brother shouldn't think about his little sister. I reprimanded myself sternly and we drifted off together. I woke up with the feeling something was different. Hair was tickling my neck and there was a firm little butt snuggled up against my erection. My cock was rubbing between butt cheeks and there was a hard little breast under my hand. The nipple was a hard button under my fingers and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. A little hand came up and pressed my hand more firmly on the breast and I heard a little moan. I opened my eyes and Audrey was looking over her shoulder at me. I jerked my hand away and moved my hips away from her butt. "God, I'm sorry, baby. I was asleep and having a dream. I didn't mean to feel you up." She scooted her butt back against me again. "It's ok," she said. "I like it. I know you didn't do it on purpose. You can if you want to." She pulled my arm back over her and pressed her little breast into my hand again. I groaned. "I shouldn't, Audrey. You're my eighteen-year-old little sister." "Yes, but I love you, big brother," she said. "I like you to touch me. You already did yesterday and you let me touch you." "I was bathing you because you're hurt," I told her. "Yes, and I liked it," she said. "I want you to always bathe me. I don't have anything that you can't touch." "Jesus, baby; I don't know. I never thought, I mean, aren't you like religious?" "No, I just went along with Mom and Dad to make them feel good. I always wanted to try things. I want to get drunk once and see how it feels. I want to have a boyfriend and try everything with him to see what I like. I want to go dancing and see a rock concert. I want to lie on a beach naked and feel the wind and sun on my skin. I want to drive a car fast and make love slowly. I want to try smoking marijuana if you'll keep me safe. I want to live, Jackson. I nearly died and I'm eighteen and I haven't done anything in my life. You said I could do what I wanted to and that you'd do anything for me that I asked. I'm asking you to be my teacher. Show me life! Love me and teach me how to live. I'll do everything you tell me to. Don't keep things from me. Show me how to do things. Right now I want you to squeeze my boob again and make it feel like it did when you pinched my nipple before." I couldn't help myself. This little pixie wanted me to love her and show her everything about life. I squeezed her hard little cone and rolled the nipple again. She gasped and pushed it into my hand. "Yes, like that," she said. "Is there more?" I rolled her onto her back and pulled her night gown carefully over her head. She was beautifully and gloriously naked in my bed, a little sexy angel waiting for me to love her. I kissed her on those full, pouty lips, running my tongue over her braces. Her little pointy tongue came out and played with mine. I kissed all over her face and down to her earlobes. She shivered as I nibbled on them and I kissed down her throat and chest to capture one of those hard little nipples between my lips. "Oh, my God," she gasped. "O sweet Jesus, Jackson; what... what... Oh God!" She shuddered and writhed, clutching my hair and pulling my head into her breast. I pulled at the little nipple, stretching it and letting it snap back. I quickly moved to the other and she continued to moan and tried to pull my hair out. She collapsed back onto the pillow, gasping for breath and her chest with those delicious little cones heaving. "What was that, Jackson?" she panted. "Oh my God, what did you do to me? I've never felt... I never knew... how could you make me feel like that?" "Did you like it?" I asked. "I don't know, I mean, yes. I thought I was going to die it felt so good. It scared me it felt so good. What did you do to me?" "You came," I told her. "That's an orgasm. I can't believe you had one just from me playing with your nipples. You're smoking, Audrey. I've never had a girl cum from me sucking on her nipples before. I can't wait to see what you do next." "That was an orgasm? My God, Jacks; that was intense. Can I have another?" I didn't answer; I just took a nipple in my mouth again. She didn't cum this time but she groaned and her body shuddered. I ran my hands along her ribs and she giggled. Her waist was tiny and her belly was flat and hard with muscle. I let my hand slide lower as I continued to love her nipples. I felt the little strip of flame red curls and I tugged at them. When my fingers slid between her thighs she cried out and clamped her thighs tight to trap my fingers. She had a distinct gap at the top of her thighs and it gave me access to move my fingers. I traced the line of her little pussy down, feeling her labia tightly closed. I found the entrance and she was dripping wet. I eased my middle finger in, coating it with her juices and she shivered and groaned. I opened the little lips up and coated them with her moisture, caressing them and moving up to find the little button above. I teased it with the tip of my finger and her body jerked and writhed as I coaxed it out of its protective hood. Her whole body spasmed as I flicked it with my finger and she was cuming again, her hips churning and her body arching up to meet my fingers dancing over her sex. She squealed and moaned out her joy as she continued to shudder. "Jackson, something... Oh God, I'm running away. You're making me feel... Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I can't... I can't, stop, please, Jacks; I can't stand any more. Please, Oh God, please; I need to stop!" I pulled my hand away and held her naked little body against me. She twitched and wiggled against me as the aftershocks pulsed through her. I felt her hand in my hair, pulling my face up so she could kiss me. Her lips were alive on mine and her tongue was a wild thing as she couldn't get enough. She pulled away and panted for a minute. "Jackson, that was... that was... I don't know what! I never dreamed I could feel like that. Jesus, I love you. I'm so in love with you. I always have been, Jacks. I've dreamed for years about being with you, staying with you. I never thought it could be like this." She kissed me fiercely again. "That hurt my shoulder a little, Jacks." "I'm so sorry, baby," I told her. "I tried to be gentle. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never want to hurt you." "It wasn't you," she said. "I just like, had a convulsion or something and it hurt really bad. It wasn't your fault. I loved it. Can boys feel like that?" "Yes," I told her. "We can't cum so many times like you did though. Just one at a time for us." "Can I make you cum?" she asked. "You could," I said. "Do you want to?" "Yes, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she said. "Were we fucking, Jacks?" "No, baby; we were making love, but not that." "What is fucking then?" she asked. "It's a certain kind of love making," I told her. "I put my cock in your pussy and we move the way we want to." "I want to do that," she said. "Can we?" "Yes," I told her. "I don't think we should though." "Now that's just rude," she laughed. "You mean because you're my brother or because I'm not grown up enough?" "Well that too," I said. "I know you're and adult, but I'm quite a bit older than you. You've lived with Mom and Dad all your life. You're my sister and that seems like something I don't want to fuck up. You've seen my cock, Audrey. It's sort of big and you're tiny. I don't want to hurt you." "Let me see," she reached down and pushed my boxers down with her good hand. My erection sprang free and she gasped and I could tell she started having second thoughts. I petted her head. "What's wrong, baby?" "I wanted to do it," she said. "I wanted to do it so bad and now I'm afraid." "Why?" I asked her. "What are you afraid of?" "Well; I'm afraid you would tear. I'm not sure that will fit in me," she looked very dubious. "Maybe we should wait." She started to cry a little. "I really want to, Jackson." "Audrey, stop crying," I told her. "You have no idea how this works. Your pussy is stretchy, baby. Girls have babies at your age. They shouldn't and that's the second part of you being so young. You're eighteen, baby and I'm afraid fucking you will be bad for you in some way I don't even have a clue about. I'm not sure eighteen-year-old girls should be fucking. I'm pretty sure they shouldn't be fucking their brothers. I don't know anything about it and neither do you. I'm sure you're not on birth control and I don't have any condoms. Just slow down a little! We'll work everything out; just trust me. Do you love me?" "Yes, more than anything," she sniffed. "Can we try to fit it in, just to see? We don't have to fuck if you don't think we should, but can I make you cum then? Is there some other way?" "I'm not sure we should try," I told her. "It's dangerous." "Why?" she asked. "Well, we don't want you pregnant for one thing." "Can't we just try for a minute? You put it in and take it right out." "I'm not sure I can do that. It's not safe anyway, even if I could. You have no idea what kind of passions we are creating here and you could still get pregnant." "I trust you, Jackson. I know you'd never hurt me." "Well, you shouldn't. Damn it, Audrey, you have no idea how sexy you are. You're every man's fantasy. A young girl, just becoming mature, drop dead gorgeous, a body out of fever dreams, willing and in love with me. Once I get inside you I'm not going to want to stop. It's going to be so sweet and I'm so much in love with you and you're so God damned sexy. I think I can keep control, but it's sketchy. I appreciate you trusting me, but I don't trust myself." "I do trust you," she said. "If you can't stop, that's ok with me. I want to fuck you, Jacks. I don't want to be pregnant, but I want everything else you described. If I'm all that, why won't you do it?" A New Beginning "Because I do love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I'd rather cut off my left nut!" "Ok," she gave in. "We won't do it now. I still want to make you cum." I sighed with relief. "Thanks, baby. I'll show you. Don't think I don't want to make love to you. I do, and I will. I just need to find out some things. Let's try some things and as we go along I'll know more, ok?" "Yes, I can't wait. What do I do?" "Let's just play and see what happens," I said. I stroked my hands over her. She responded by copying my motions. I slid down the bed to her feet and began to massage her good leg. I worked at the muscles. "Are you a runner, Audrey?" I asked. "How could you tell?" she asked. "You're so fit and muscular," I said. "Do you lift?" "Yes, four days a week. I'm really strong, Jacks." "I can tell. I'm going to love working out with you." I moved up her leg, working her thigh muscles on both legs above her cast. I spread them apart and slid my hands over the tendons stretched between her thighs. She began to make small motions as I slipped my hands under her and cupped that tiny little hard butt. I moved my face close to her pussy and the scent of her filled my nostrils, clean sweet girl, aroused and waiting to be fulfilled. I parted her lips with my fingers and she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She was totally bare except for that one little strip. I licked at her lips and tasted her sweetness. She gasped and quivered as I flicked her little clitoris. It swelled beneath my touch and elongated. I continued to flick it and I felt her shiver as her body drew taut. I flexed my fingers on the hard little butt in my hands and sucked her clit into my mouth, lashing it now with my tongue and she exploded, bucking until I could hardly maintain contact. When her spasms fell to shudders I kissed my way back up to her lips. "That's how you do it, Audrey," I whispered. She nodded and rolled to her stomach. She let her lips explore my body and it was exquisite torture. She moved down over my belly and took my cock in her little hands. Her cast was rough and I flinched. She took that hand away and played with the good one. She felt the texture and tested the hardness with her fingers. She fingered the spongy head and pulled the slit on the end open a little, memorizing every detail. "Are they all this big?" she asked. "No, baby. Some are little and some big. Some are bigger than mine." "I can't believe that. How big is it?" "I don't go around measuring my cock," I told her. "What kind of douche bag does that?" "How big is average?" she asked. "Maybe six inches?" "I'm going to put it in my mouth," she said. She licked the head like a ice cream cone. It twitched and jumped in her hand and she giggled; the feeling incredible on my sensitive head. She slipped it into the O her lips made and she took a couple of inches in, her tongue swirling around the head. The heat of her mouth was intense and I felt my excitement build quickly. She took a little too much and gagged. "Just take what you can," I gasped. "Gagging isn't fun." She nodded on my cock and began to bob her head up and down, creating an intense suction as her hand pumped up and down. I ran my hand over her butt, stretched out beside me. I slipped a finger into her pussy and she moaned around my cock in her mouth. She was very tight and very moist but she took my finger without any sign of pain. I couldn't feel any obstruction and I wondered how she lost her hymen. I was pleased that it wasn't there and I inserted a second finger. She flinched a little at that, but she didn't pull away and she kept up her mouth movements, even speeding up her motions a bit. I pumped her little pussy with my fingers and her hips began to writhe. I was at the edge and I thought I should warn her. "Baby, I'm going to cum. There's going to be a lot of cum and unless you want it in your mouth you should pull off and just pump me with your hand." She pulled back and pumped me, twisting her hand over the head and I groaned as thick ropes of cum spurted up, hitting her in the face and making her jerk back in surprise. "Don't stop," I begged and she continued to pump, aiming the shots onto her breasts. I kept pumping her pussy and she groaned as she came with me, our bodies shuddering together in release. She pulled her pussy off my fingers and spun around, looking up at me, seeking my approval. It was the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. She was a little messy cherub, cum spattered over her mouth and cheeks, her hair covering us in flaming waves and her little breasts just peaking up behind my deflating cock. She licked her lips, tasting my cum, and it seemed like she enjoyed it. She slid her lips back down over the head, cleaning cum off of it and swallowing it down. I sat up and picked her up in my arms, carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her on the counter. She squealed at the cold granite on her little butt and I turned the hot water on. I got a washcloth and got it wet and warm. I put a little soap on it and cleaned her up. I rinsed off the soap and carried her back to bed. I flipped back the covers and put her in, lying beside her and cradling her in my arms. I kissed her freshly scrubbed face and lips. I couldn't get enough of my sweetheart. Her little face was glowing and she seemed very satisfied. "Was I good?" she asked. "You were incredible, baby," I told her. "It was everything I dreamed it would be. Can I hold you while we take a nap?" "You can always hold me," she said. "Can I sleep in your bed from now on?" "It's our bed, if you want it to be," I said. "I do," she nodded her head. "I don't ever want to sleep anywhere else. Can I lay on you?" I pulled her leg over me, the cast bumping my shin painfully. She put her good arm over me and snuggled her little naked body up against me, her cheek pillowed on my chest. She kissed my nipple under her and her eyes closed. She was asleep almost instantly and I joined her, cupping one hard little butt cheek in my hand. We slept nearly all day, and when we woke up she needed to pee. I took her in and the process became routine. We took a shower together and I cooked dinner. I took her for a drive after we ate and we went down to the beach and I pushed her down the sidewalk for a while. I got her out of her chair and we sat on a bench and watched to ocean roll in. I took her back home and we watched a couple of movies on Netflix. She was yawning toward the end and it was contagious. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes all sleepy looking. "Take me to bed, Jacks," she said. I took her to the bathroom first. We brushed and she told me about her braces. I still hadn't made a doctor's appointment or checked into a dentist. I had to get busy tomorrow. I brushed her hair for a long time, loving the feel of those silken waves of flame. I carried her toward her bedroom and she reminded me that she was sleeping with me. "Sorry, kitten," I said. "I forgot." She was able to take off her own clothes and she slept with me naked again. I've never liked sleeping naked. It makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. I wore boxers and she mocked me for my insecurity. She didn't mind when she spooned up against me though. I put my arm under her head and wrapped her up with my other as we drifted off. She was still asleep when I got up the next morning. I left her there and made coffee. I sipped it while I made some phone calls. I knew a couple of doctors, one on the company payroll. The CIA doesn't hire bad doctors. One had treated me for a bullet wound once and some exotic fever another time. I called him and he didn't feel qualified to treat Audrey, but he recommended an orthopedic surgeon. I told him I wanted him to see her and give her a prescription for birth control. "Do you think she's sexually active?" he asked. "I have no idea," I lied. "This is just in case. Just do it, Clark, and stop asking questions. Do you want me to have your financial records checked?" "No need to be such a dick," he said. "I don't need to see her. I'll write you a prescription and call it in. You can pick it up this afternoon." I called some dentists that handled braces and got her an appointment to get them tightened. The surgeon agreed to look at her and check how the breaks were coming along. Next on my list was talking to some schools. I had a private school in mind. I knew how smart Audrey was. She was taking some pretty advanced classes for her age and I thought this school would be good. It was a parochial school run by the Presbyterians and it had a good academic reputation. I set up an appointment to talk to them and got some information about what they were looking for. There was a waiting list but I pulled a few strings and that wasn't a problem. I ran down to a pastry shop and the grocery store. There was a stand on the corner that sold fruit and I bought bunches. She was still asleep when I got home so I spent some time cutting up fruit. I had Niño bananas, tiny sweet little things that taste much different than the ones you get in the super market, papayas, mangos, soursop, passion fruit, guavas and three kinds of melon. I put some pastries on a tray, poured chocolate milk and piled the fruit on a plate with two bamboo skewers. She was just a little sexy lump under the covers and I watched her sleep a minute. She woke up when I sat down beside her. She stretched like a kitten and sat up. I scooted in behind her and leaned against the headboard while she leaned back on my chest. The covers slid down and I got to look at her gorgeous little tits while we ate. I got the plate of fruit and fed her chunks. She loved everything but the soursop. It wasn't sweet enough to suit her. I took a chunk every now and then and we ate it all. She ate both pastries and drank her milk. She chattered up at me the whole time and I was reminded how young she was. I asked her what she liked to do and she gave me a whole list. She liked running and racquet ball, swimming and lying in the sun, music and cell phones. She also liked math and science, which surprised me. She liked old cars; computers and she smiled up at me and told me she liked one boy. "Is it me?" I asked. She blushed and nodded. We talked about music and I let her look over my iPod. "Don't you have any music made in the last ten years?" she asked. I laughed. "There hasn't been any music made in the last ten years." I told her. "There's been a lot of noise, but no music. Who do you like?" "I like mostly alternative music," she said. "I have a lot of that on the computer," I told her. "It just isn't on my iPod. I'll get you one and you can put everything I have on it." She wanted me to play her some, so I got up and made a playlist. I started it with Caught a Ghost's No Sugar and ended with Beans and Fatback's Use Me, with the Artic Monkey's in between. She knew the Monkeys but not the other two and she was impressed. She needed the restroom so I took her and waited until she called. She had made it from the stool to the bidet by herself and I carried her back to bed. She pulled me down with her and we kissed and played for a while. We didn't get too energetic because I told her we had appointments. I took her to the doctor and he did some x-rays. He was satisfied with her progress and told her the leg cast could come off in a couple of weeks. The arm was more serious. It was broken near a growth plate and he thought it should stay on at least six more weeks. He fitted her leg cast with a walking heel so she could stump around and we made an appointment for two weeks later. I took her to the drug store and picked up her prescription. She took it out of the sack and looked at the little disk. "What is this, Jacks?" she asked. "It's birth control, Audrey." She squealed with delight. "Does this mean we can..." "Yes, baby; in a couple of days," I told her. We went to her school interview. I had gotten faxes of her course work sent over and they were very impressed. When I told them I worked for the CIA any reticence they felt vanished and they accepted her. She would start in two weeks with the new term. They took us around for the tour and Audrey loved the place. We went shopping and she bought a lot of new clothes. I don't think Mom ever let her pick out her own clothes and she had a blast. She insisted on modeling everything for me. She bought three bikinis and she looked smoking hot. Her bruises and scrapes were mostly faded out and she was stunning. She still needed to work on her tan, but she would get to that later. We went to a fancy lingerie store and she picked out a lot of things, but she didn't model any of that. She told me she wanted to but at home. The clerk wouldn't have approved anyway, so I agreed that was best. I took her out for dinner and she was able to walk around for the first time. I stopped at an apartment complex and made her wait in the car while I went in. I wouldn't tell her where I was going and she frowned at me. "I don't like you keeping secrets from me, Jackson." "Well, get used to it," I told her. "I'm a spy and it's my job to keep secrets. You're going to like this one anyway." "Ok," she said. "I'm going to tell you everything though." I kissed her. "Thanks, baby. I won't keep anything important to you secret, I promise." It took me about ten minutes and we drove home. I poured her some juice and got a beer for myself. I sat down by her on the sofa and pulled a baggie of weed out of my jacket pocket. "What's that," she asked. "It's weed," I told her. "You said you wanted to try some things. I think it's best you try them first with me. You won't get in any trouble that way. Drugs and alcohol cloud your judgment. You can get into ugly situations if you don't have any experience. I smoke it once in a while. I only do it by myself or with people that I know I can trust. There aren't three people in the world I trust. You remember that. Even people you like will take advantage of you if they get half a chance. There aren't three people in the world I'd trust you to get high with. Two of them are in this room. You ask me before you do anything like this. If you want to do anything you're not sure about, you do it here. If you make some friends at school and they want to get high or drink, you bring them here. Do you understand?" "Yes, Jacks, I won't do anything without telling you. Did you get this when we stopped?" "Yes, I wanted it to be a surprise." "What do we do with it?" she asked. "We could smoke it or bake with it," I told her. "We'll smoke it and bake another time, ok?" "Yes," she said. "I've never smoked before." "I know; you'll probably cough a lot. It's ok. If you drink your juice before you take a hit, it will go down easier." I got out my bong and put a bud in the bowl. I showed her how to do it, holding the lighter to the bud and sucking the smoke through the water in the bong. I held the pungent smoke in for a minute and then let it out. This was good stuff. I held it up and she put her mouth on it and took a suck, testing it out. "Ok, I'm ready now," she said. I put another bud in and she got ready. I fired it up and she drew in all she could stand. She held it bravely and then exploded in a coughing fit. I gave her a drink and she was better. She coughed a few more times and her eyes were watering. I took another hit and got it ready for her. She drank some juice before this time and she didn't cough as much. She smoked four bowls and I could see her eyes getting glassy. I put Pink Floyd on the iPod dock and we listened to the Wish You Were Here album and talked. She talked less and less as she mellowed and finally she just snuggled into me and rested her head on my shoulder with her eyes closed. "This is very good music," she whispered, "and it feels like I'm floating away." "Let me attach a tether first," I told her. She giggled a bit and she giggled again. Her eyes opened and she burst out laughing. She was very high and I got tickled watching her laugh. We laughed together hysterically. She took a drink of her juice and nearly choked when she started laughing in the middle of a swallow. That broke us up again and she squealed and hugged me. "This feels really nice, Jacks. I see what you meant about losing control though. I feel safe doing this with you. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. I don't want to do it very often either. I'm really hungry. Do you have some chips?" "It's called the munchies," I told her. "It's a side effect of smoking weed. That's why cancer patients do it. It helps with nausea and it makes them want to eat. It's really good medicine and it makes you feel good, doesn't it?" I got a bag of chips and we ate half of them. She stood up and led me to the bathroom. We took a shower together and brushed our teeth and she led me to bed. She sat on the edge between my legs and I brushed her hair. It became a nightly ritual that I loved. It was so sensual, running the brush and my fingers through all that silk. She took her first birth control pill. She wanted to cuddle for a while and I held her and played with that amazing butt. She got turned on and we did a 69 until we both exploded together. She turned around and lay on top of me until we drifted off. Sometime in the night she slid down beside me and when I woke up she was in her favorite spoon position. I played with her perfect little breasts until she woke up and we made love to each other with our mouths again. I took her sailing that day. I had packed a lunch and she loved being on the water. She wore one of her new bikinis and I had all sorts of fun taking her out of it. I put sunblock all over her and loved on her oiled up body. She could hardly wait to take the casts off so we could swim. I wondered if the plastic trick would work but I was afraid to try it. I made a note to ask Dr. Clark if there was something people wore over casts to swim. We ate our picnic and she lost her bikini again afterward. I loved her in it but she didn't put it back on until we started back in. "There's no use putting it on when you're just going to take it off again. Make sure you get plenty of sunblock back there," she said as I played with her butt. I stroked my slippery cock up and down between her cheeks. "You have a thing about butts, don't you," she giggled. "I do when they look and feel like yours," I told her. I came on her back by rubbing between them. "I'll let you do mine sometime," she said. "Oh, my God," I exclaimed. "You're amazing, baby." That's when I came, the thought pushing me over the edge. "Have you ever done that?" she asked. "No, Audrey; I've always been afraid I would hurt the girl," I told her. "I'm afraid I would hurt you too." "Well, you'll just have to be very gentle," she said. "I'm not ready for that yet. Someday though, I want to try it with you. I want to try everything with you, Jackson." "Why do you call me Jackson when you're being serious and Jacks when we're just talking?" I asked her. "I don't know," she confessed. "It just seems right. Do you mind?" "No, I just love hearing you talk," I told her. "You have that little sexy voice. It's low and husky, and little girl all at the same time." "You say the sweetest things," she told me. "That's part of the reason I love you. You always say things that make me feel like I'm special." "You are special, baby," I told her. "You mean everything to me. I'm just telling you what millions of men would like to tell you. I'm just lucky that you love me." "Oh my God; there you go again. Kiss me quick before I melt," she said. I was happy to kiss her any chance I got. She wanted to go out to eat and I took her to a nice restaurant. She asked me to order wine and share it with her. A New Beginning "Don't let anyone see you," I told her. "I'll give you wine at home if you want it." "I want to drink some tonight," she said. "Not much but just to celebrate." "What are we celebrating?" I asked. "It's been two days," she whispered. "Tonight's the night, big brother. I'm going to give you everything tonight." "Are you sure, Audrey?" I asked her. "Yes, I've been burning up with waiting," she said. "We're going to try tonight. I don't want to hear all your doubts about what's good for me. You're good for me and if I can take it we're going to fuck." "That can be part of it," I told her. "What I really want to do is make sweet, passionate love to you. I'll fuck you but that's the end of the process. I don't just want sex from you, Audrey. I could get that from random strangers. I want all your love, everything you have to give me and I'm going to give it all back. Do you understand what I'm talking about?" "Yes, I think so. I'm very much in love with you, Jackson. I want this to be perfect too. It's been a great day and we'll make it a great night, ok?" "Yes, I just wish you had those damnable casts off so I could kiss you all over." "Think how I feel. Soon, lover; we'll be able to do everything we want to." I drove her home and her hand was in my pants the whole way. She put my free hand inside her shirt and she wasn't wearing a bra. I toyed with the little hard nipple and squeezed it. When we got home I got out and held out my hand to her. She slid under the wheel and I picked her up and carried her into the house. I got a bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator and poured us tall glasses. We took them into the bedroom and I sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She sat between my legs and leaned against me. We sipped champagne and she liked it a lot. I held her with one arm around her tummy and we talked in whispers. When we finished our champagne I put my glass down on the night stand and took hers too. She jumped up and went into the bathroom. She stayed quite a while and when she came out the transformation was amazing. She had put on makeup and she knew what she was doing. She knew how to apply makeup somehow. She didn't look overdone, but like a sophisticated and lovely young lady. Her hair was a flaming, messy knot on top of her head, making her neck look long and slender. The lingerie she had on was unbelievably erotic. She had on a sheer wrap that reached to the middle of her thighs. It was blue with a red bow at her throat. She had a gold ankh on a gold chain around her neck and it dangled down between her breasts. The wrap was open except for the bow at her throat and she had on a little blue demi-bra with a little red bow between her breasts. It left the top half of her breasts bare, almost exposing her nipples. Her panties matched. They were blue and lacy; and nearly transparent, so that I could see her little strip of flame underneath. She looked like an erotic doll and her legs were long and slender. The casts spoiled the effect a little but they just made my heart melt as I looked at her. My admiration must have shown on my face because she had a little triumphant smile on her face as she walked toward the bed. She stood beside the bed and let me look. "Do you like me?" she asked shyly. "I love you, baby," I told her. "You take my breath away. Turn around for me." She raised her arms over her head and did a little pirouette, the wrap swirling out to give me a view of her sexy little butt. She stopped, facing me, and I reached out and pulled at the bow. The wrap floated to the floor and she climbed in bed. She straddled me and gave me her lips. I kissed them and her for a long time, wrapping her little body up in my arms and trying to melt us together. She felt so amazing in my arms, like a small child but with silken skin, hard muscles and those stunning curves and bumps. Her eyes were a smoky violet and I held her tight. "It's impossible for me to tell you how much I love you," I told her. "Show me," she whispered against my lips. I rolled her onto her back and traced my lips over her face, kissing her cheek bones and nibbling my way along her jaw line. I kissed and nibbled at her throat and earlobes and she sighed. When I slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders she thought I was going to take it off, but I wanted it on. I loosened the straps until it was baggy on her and her nipples were exposed. I took one little brown nub between my lips and they were as sensitive as the first time I touched them. She jumped and shuddered and when I caught the other gently between my teeth before pulling it into my mouth she came. It wasn't violent like the first time, but she moaned and shuddered. I continued down her slender body, running my tongue into her little navel, making her giggle. I didn't take the panties off either, pushing the thin strip of material to one side while I tongued her clitoris and lapped at her lips, setting her off again with stronger feelings this time. She groaned and thrust her pussy against my lips and tongue. She was dripping wet and I knew she was as relaxed and ready as she would ever be. I moved back up and claimed her lips again as my cock pressed between her labia. "Don't you want to take off my panties?" she whispered. "No, baby; you look too delicious in them," I told her. I could feel the wetness of her against the head of my cock and I let it coat me as I slid it up and down, rubbing it over her clitoris and making her squirm with pleasure. I slid it back down and positioned it at her entrance. I kept her mouth occupied with mine and pressed into her. She was incredibly tight but also incredibly slippery. Her pussy lips parted and the head of my cock advanced slowly and steadily until it slid inside with a popping sensation. She gasped and froze in place and I didn't move. "Wait, Jackson. Don't move for a minute," she gasped. "Let me get used to it." I held her without moving for a minute and then began circular motions with my hips. Not advancing or retreating, I just moved around inside her. She moaned and I could see that she liked it. I pressed ahead and an inch of cock moved inside her. She stiffened again and I repeated the process until she was moving with me a little. I gave her an inch at a time, pausing to let her adjust and the pleasure was excruciating. Her heat was volcanic and I wanted to fuck her like a maniac, but this was my little sister, this was my little lover and she was going to remember this the rest of her life. She began to pant at six inches and I could tell the sensation was overwhelming her little body. I stopped moving and just luxuriated in her tight little pussy. "Audrey, are you ok?" I asked her. "Yes," she moaned. "I don't know if I can do this, Jacks. I want to so bad but it feels like I have a telephone pole inside me. It doesn't hurt bad, but it's very uncomfortable. Do you think I'm too little?" she started to cry a little. "It's ok, baby," I told her. "Yes, you are too little. I won't give you any more. I can tell you can't take any more. This is ok though. You can take this. You're not too little for this and it's going to be good. Every time we do this you'll be able to take a little more. You're just a normal girl and this is your first time. This is all I ever dreamed it would be. We'll wait for a minute and then it's going to be the best thing we've ever done in our lives." She looked up at me and I could see relief and love in her eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't take you all in," she said. "Don't be silly," I told her. "This is the sweetest thing I could imagine. This is perfect, you're perfect. It couldn't be any better." She kissed me fiercely and I drew back a couple of inches before sliding back in. I could feel her lips gripping my cock as it slid out and then pushing back in as I descended. She was so tight that is was difficult to slide insider her but as she got wetter and wetter we began to pick up speed. She groaned each time I moved forward and I could see the tension easing out of her features. She began to move her hips with me and she was pushing her pussy up to meet my thrusts. A flush was beginning on her forehead and the tops of her ears, and her breasts heaved beneath my chest. "Oh, my God," she moaned. "It feels so good, Jackson. I can't believe it feels so good. Oh, baby, it feels good! I'm going to cum for you, Jackson. I can feel it, God, oh God; you're making me... making me..." her voice broke into a groan that turned into a scream as she bridged up under me, her tiny frame shuddering as she came. I slowed as she quivered beneath me and when she began to come down I increased my tempo and she went off again. I slipped deeper into her and I realized that she had now taken more inside her without noticing. I could feel her pussy contracting and spasming around my cock and she began to relax again as I slowed. I pistoned into her and she exploded all over again. Her capacity for orgasm was amazing and she continued to cum intermittently for almost ten minutes. Her cries rose and fell with her passion and the sight and sound drove me over the edge and I spurted ropes of cum into my little sister's spasming pussy as she gave tongue to her pleasure. "Oh, Jesus, I can feel it, Jackson. You're cuming inside me! Oh, God you're making me cum so hard. I can feel it inside me. It's so hot, Jacks, it's filling me up. Please, Jacks, I can't take any more. Stop, please, you're killing me! I'm going to die from cuming! God, Jacks, please stop." I coasted to a stop, my cock twitching inside her as the last few drops of cum were milked out by the convulsions of her muscles inside her pussy. I lay on top of her and kissed her over and over as we panted together. She couldn't catch her breath and began to panic a little. "Please, Jacks; you're crushing me. I can't get my breath." I slipped my arms under her and rolled her on top. "I'm sorry baby, I should have let you be on top," I told her. "I forget you're so tiny. You're such a sexy woman I just forget how little you are." "It's ok," she said. "I like you on top. You're just so heavy and I'm so exhausted. God, you made me cum a million times. Is it possible to die from cuming?" "I don't think so," I laughed. "Maybe if you were old and had a heart attack or something. What a way to go though." She giggled and it did amazing things to my cock inside her. "God, I love you, baby" I kissed her. "You're amazing. You're the sweetest little bundle of sexy in the world. I never dreamed you would ever be like this." "Who knew?" she said. "I never dreamed you would make me feel like this. I always loved you. It was the saddest day of my life when you left for college and this is the happiest day of my life." "We're just getting started, Audrey," I told her. "It's all uphill from here." It's been ten years and she's three months pregnant with our first child. She works for the passport office and I'm retired. Someday I'll do something about another career. Right now, my job is making Audrey happy and soon, making our baby happy. No one could ask for more. A New Beginning I've been reading the stories for years, some good, some poorly written, but most are unbelievable at best. However believable or unbelievable they always did their job, they got me off during the slow times with Jill. I am your typical middle aged man, 47, still in pretty good shape, wonderful wife, and great kids. Enjoying the suburban life with all it has to offer- kids' sports, great neighborhood and neighbors. Life is good and I am the last person that would have thought my life would change and become "story worthy", but it did. Our best friends are Mike and Sue, they live next door, have two kids the same age as ours. To say our lives are intertwined between school, sports and social events is an understatement. Mike and I had begun running in the neighborhood last year and have gotten up to a few miles a week. The exercise had defiantly produced good results, a few pounds lighter and lots of energy. I remember the week that everything changed like it was yesterday, school just finished for the year and Jill and Sue decided to take the kids to the beach for a few days to celebrate. Work was crazy for both Mike and I so we stayed home. I had just gotten home on Monday and my phone started buzzing, seeing the caller ID; Hey Mike what's up? Not much Steve, how about a run tonight Yea- after today I could really use one, let me change and I'll be right over I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, remembering last week when I ran without my jock strap and how sore I was I figured best to wear that too. Knocking on Mikes door- hey bud ready? Yea, let's, go. We made our way through the neighborhood on our normal route, a 3 mile circuit. Arriving back at Mike's house were a sweaty mess. Hey come one in, let's get a drink, walking inside we make our way to the kitchen and mike tosses me a water, Thanks. Standing in the kitchen Mike seemed to get quiet and disconnected Is everything ok- you seem deep in thought? Yea all is good, I've just been thinking about stuff. Yea, what stuff? Well not sure if I can talk about it. What do you mean, we've been friends for 15 yrs., everything ok with the Susan and the kids? Oh yea there all fine, Sue and I are good. Well what is it? You can tell me Are you sure? I don't want to offend you Mike serious? You won't offend me. Alright here it goes- Lately, well for a few years I guess I've developed a deep curiosity Curiosity? Yes, sexual- towards men, well to be specific, you Wow, what really? Sorry Steve, I know kind of threw that at you from left field Yea I'll say, not sure what to think right now. I know, that's why I didn't want to say anything. So what are you saying your gay? No not at all, just that I've been really curious about what it would like to be with a guy, one that I trust, and to be honest one that I think is pretty hot. And that's me I take it Yea, sorry to hit you with this Ok, well am not sure what to say or think at the moment. I can't say anyone has ever said that about me, I just never thought you were that way. Steve, I'm sorry, I really hope I didn't screw things up for us or our families, I know Kim and the kids really love you guys. For now Mike let's just let this go and move on- ok Ok Steve. Well I better get going, I have an early day tomorrow. We will catch up later this week. Walking out without even looking back, I can't believe what mike just said, I don't even know what I was supposed to do? Walking in the door I kicked my sneakers off and headed upstairs to take a shower, my head still filled with questions as to why after all these years Mike decided he wanted to try men- and specifically me, I would have never guessed it. I can't believe I acted the way I did! I've watched my share of gay porn and chatted enough on line that I always thought I wouldn't overact if ever propositioned but once it became a reality it really freaked me out. Feeling the hot water warm my body I start soaping up, feeling my penis getting heavy-- god I actually had a chance to be with a guy and I screwed it up! My hand sliding down my stomach, taking my soapy penis I began to slowly slide my hand up and down my cock, feeling it swell and harden in my hand I begin to imagine Mike here with me in the shower. His hand gripping my shaft, sliding it up and down, feeling his body pressing against me, his swelling penis pressing against my ass. With only a few strokes I feel the pleasure taking over my body, my balls begin to swell as I feel the building of my climax. The vivid imagination of Mike behind be, taking me, was too much as I feel my abs begin to contract and I explode, shooting wave after wave of cum thick against the shower wall. Leaning against the tile, my body begins to relax and the feeling of europhia sets in, god that felt so good. My penis gently twitching as it slowly softens, my body telling me to join Mike, my mind struggling with all the complexities of a happily married man beginning and affair, especially a bisexual one. Reality quickly set in as the water went from hot to cold, pulling me back to the world. I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying off I pull on a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Feeling totally exhausted and mentally drained I grabbed a quick bite to eat and early to bed. The next morning I woke up early as usual, went through my normal routine, coffee, newspaper, shower. Fighting the urge to masturbate I opted to hold off, I did , however, shave my scrotum again, making sure there was no stubble, just in case I told myself. Making my way through the day my mind kept going back to Mike, thinking about what he looks like naked, what it would feel like to hold his penis, feel it swell as I take him in my mouth- tasting his cum...and to watch him take me. My mind made up- taking my phone, recalling his contact to text him a note "Sorry for overreacting last night- you took me by surprise" I quickly hit send before I could erase it. A few minutes go buy and I hear my phone chime "No problem- I hope I didn't offend you and we can still be friends and forget this ever happened." My mind begins to race, this is the moment- I can either turn away or take the leap and see what happens, my hands shaking as I pick up my phone and begin to type. "You didn't offend- we are absolutely still friends- and I don't want to forget what you said- I'd love to explore with you!" There done! No going back now. Whoa wait what are you saying? I'm saying that I've been feeling the same way you have- just haven't had the guts to admit it to anyone Wow, OK, I guess this just became real huh? It sure did- I'm guessing this is all top secret, just between you and I right? God yes- too much to lose- for both of us Now what? Lol, not sure, I've never picked up another guy before. I'm sure we will figure things out as we go Agreed- coming over for a run after work? Absolutely- wouldn't miss it. The next 5 hours dragged on, I couldn't focus on work, all I could think about was tonight and what would or could happen, I'm not even sure what I want to happen. I do know that I spent most of the afternoon with an erection and enough precum to leave a wet stain in my briefs. Finally the day ended and I raced home. Being half erect almost all day I started to get sore so I decided on a pair of tight white microfiber underwear and running shorts. Tying up my sneakers I headed over to mikes house, knocking on the door, Come on in-it's open Walking in I see Mike in the kitchen, walking in, hey what's going on? Not much, u? Same, pretty uneventful day lol Yea, I'll say, ready for the run said Mike Sure am, lets go. Just then Mike turns to me, reaching for my waist, leans in and kiss's me direct on the lips. Immense anxiety quickly builds as instinctively begin to pull away but his arm keeps me close. As I relax and begin to enjoy his kiss I feel his tongue press against my lips. I slowly open my mouth and introduce my tongue to his. Slowly breaking away... Sorry I just had to get that out of the way and break the ice... Wow!! That was one hell of a kiss. I'm glad you liked it. Ready for our run, yes- let's go We decided to cut our run short as the humidity really picked up and the skies got dark, not talking too much but finally arriving back at Mike's house. Both of us were soaked with sweat as the sky's opened up and it began to pour. We got here just in time, thanks- do you want to come in Steve? Yea, sure Walking inside Mike heads to the fridge and grabs two beers- here I think we both need this lol Yea it's been a bit of a whirl wind day. Standing in the kitchen I open my beer- So when did you become curious? Few years ago I guess Yea, me too, does Jill know? No, way, Sue? Nope This is our secret I guess- Yes. Have you done anything yet? No, unless you count online chats and watching porn. No, that doesn't count- even though it's fun. Is there anything special you want to try? Well, the usual I guess, sucking, hand jobs, I'm very open to trying anal depending on your size. God we are so much alike, my list is the same, and I'd only add having you cum in my mouth when I'm sucking you. Lol- I thought that was a given when you're giving a blow job. I notice Mike staring at my crotch, my cock is beginning to swell but my running shorts are hiding most of it. I see you're enjoying our conversation he said, looking down , yea it's starting to have an effect. I hope you're not wearing a jock strap that would be painful. LoL, yes it would, no I'm not, just a pair of spandex and the running shorts over top. I usually do wear a jock when I run but changed things up today. I like the jock for running but the spandex allows for expansion, comes in handy in times like this lol. Looking at Mike, oh yea? Are you hard too? Suddenly mike pulls his running shorts down, standing in just his spandex shorts. I can clearly see the outline of his penis. I'll take that as a yes, impressive btw. Sliding mine down letting mike see my erect shaft through my shorts, feeling a slick spot at the tip as my precum begins to ooze. Steve, I really need to get out of these sweaty clothes, oh yea, sure mike no problem, run again tomorrow. Yes but actually I was wondering if you would join me... Join you? Yea, for a nice hot shower. Wow, yea, I'd love to Mike reaches out and grabs my hand, leading me down the hall and up the stairs. Feeling my stomach turn and my nerves building but amazing my cock getting harder. Both of us sitting on the bed, taking our sneakers off, slowly striping down, now both just in our shorts. Looking at each other, laughing a bit, guess this is it huh mike. Sliding my shorts down as he watches, my erect cock springs free. Tossing my shorts to the side as mike does the same, both of us standing with erections, looking at each other. I move to him and lean in, kissing him deeply, parting his lips with my tongue. Feeling my hard cock press against his, the thick shaft pressing against me. I reach down, wrapping my hand around Mike's thick penis and slowly begin stroking up and down. A slight moan escapes his mouth. I think we need to lay on the bed and enjoy this- gently pulling mike by his penis I slide back on the bed. Laying him down I run my hands across his hairy chest and stomach. One hand rubbing a nipple, the other moving down to his waist. Sliding down his thigh I slowly move up and cup his hairy balls, gently tugging as my other hand grips his shaft as I start jerking up and down. Looking at my new lover I see mike being totally relaxed with a slight smile on his face. How does that feel? Oh my god that feels so good- I don't think I'm going to last long...mmmmmm just lay back and enjoy it. Running my left hand across Mike's thighs as my right continues to pump him gently cupping his balls as my hand passes. I see his legs begin to twitch and tighten. Knowing that sign myself I know he is getting ready to cum. I begin to tease the tip of his penis, rubbing the slippery pre cum across the head of his bulging cock mike's body begins to really tighten and tense up. I quicken the speed of my right hand as all of a sudden his cock erupts and shoots streams of hot cum in to the air, falling on my hand and his hairy stomach. Slowing down I continue to milk his cock to get all of the cum out. Looking at him - chest heaving and smile on his face. I drop my hand to the pools of cum and begin to rub it in. Leaning over I give him a kiss... Did you enjoy that? Holy shit that was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. It looked like it, I thought you were going to fly off the bed lol. Laying down next to mike, my hand still gently rubbing his leg, his penis slowly softening. He rolls towards me...I think I owe you something he whispers as our lips meet again. I feel his hand sliding down my body, wrapping around my swollen cock, slowly mike begins to pump his had up and down. Between his tongue sliding across mine, his hand working my cock and the who idea of my first man on man experience I felt my balls tighten , immediately my cock explodes , sending ropes of thick cum across my chest. My entire body tingling as I lay back, mike smiling at me- that looks like it felt pretty good as he dips his finger in my cum and licks it. It did feel good, I'm total spent! I haven't cum that fast since I was a teenager. Laying back next to me, our bodies sweaty from the run and now sticky from our cum--I think we really need that shower. To be continued... A New Beginning Parrish Pindler stood in abject pain as his testicles dragged, with the extensive weights attached to his chastity belt. Babs whacked the weights between Parrish's legs as he stood before her. "Yup, that fellow Copeland is a genius! I needed a little more vavoom to your chastity device, and this certainly has given you something to think about, huh babe?" Babs paused, laughing. "You're more restless than when I put that hot hard-boiled egg up your ass...God, wasn't that hilarious!" She whacked the weights with her riding crop again. Babs could do this all day as she was sitting comfortably in an easy chair as Parrish stood uncomfortably in front of her. What fascinated Babs about the chastity device of course was how desperate it made Parrish. He followed her around with pleading eyes, and did whatever she asked him to. Although they had a professional landscaping service, she'd have him out on Saturday mornings, clipping the hedges in an adult diaper! Sometimes she'd follow him and shove the clippings into the diaper and then she and her daughters would watch as he flinched and scratched himself as the thorny branches irritated his crotch and lower stomach. Then, after he'd come back inside, Babs would take off the diaper, unlock the chastity device and put it in the dishwasher, and tie Parrish to the four poster bed...and then she'd stroke his cock, running her colored nails up and down it, as she poked her tongue out at him through full lips. "Do you love Mommy?" Babs would ask as she'd pump Parrish's dick hard, faster and faster until he was moving his hips up and down in an effort to cum in her hand. "I-I do love you Mommy Babs." His tremulous voice always amused her... "Good, that's what I wanted to hear!" Her hand would suddenly pull away at the crucial moment, and poor Parrish would be humping air. Sometimes he would cry in frustration, but then after Babs's hand was rested up, she'd begin stroking him again, and flashing him looks at her cleavage, as she'd pull down the body stocking she'd put on just for him! Other times, she'd tie him up in the back yard, on one of the lawn chairs, and rub his dick with one hand as she read a Jackie Collins novel with the other...sipping lemonade, and whiling the hours away...Buttermilk Falls was quite nice in the summer and spring. Babs would be wearing a little yellow string bikini and a big hat, and of course Parrish would be stark naked. Sometimes the girls came into the yard, but they were all young adults and knew their parents were "progressive". She could read for hours, and almost forget what she was doing, until she looked up and saw Parrish's bulging purple dick, and watch his sweating face. She'd just been toying with his dorkie, and of course he was absolutely obsessed! After a time, Babs would heartlessly take an ice cube out of her lemonade and rub it along Parrish's dick until it was tiny again, and then she'd lock him up, untie him from the lounge chair, and invite him to go swimming in his Olympic sized pool. And he was a good sport...he knew his wife was the boss, and he'd immediately become playful, sometimes he'd toss her in the pool, and they'd swim around for a time! And then later that night, Parrish would lick and suck Babs's twat for hours...even if she'd gone out on a date and come back with her clitty all messy...he'd be there! Or he'd suck Babs's toes for an hour, his mischievous tongue bathing between her toes and tickling her arch. And then he'd hope that there would be another teasing, with the possible pleasure of orgasm. Now and then Babs would allow him to fuck her, and hard...but with the codicil that he held off from cumming in her. "I have four daughters, thank you very much, and I don't need more." What would his reward be after Parrish had brought Babs to five or six orgasms fucking her and holding back? Sometimes she'd let him jerk off into a glass and drink it, and others she'd just lock him back up, and thank him for being such a "stud". It wasn't nearly as bad as the situation Babs's friend Elspeth had with her husband Oliphant. Elspeth made Ollie hold his scum back almost all the time, and then, when she was all sexy and he'd gone a long time...he'd have a guilt tinged "accident" and she'd punish him severely with her bullwhip! Certainly Babs was far more merciful with Parrish than that. No, Babs preferred the other challenge—could poor Parrish get an orgasm when she carelessly rubbed too long? It was certainly a fun event watching him try. And of course she got such a kick out of denying Parrish any orgasms! Sometimes it went on for one to two months...and he'd complain that his balls ached, but always follow it up with a hasty "But you decide when you want to release me, dearest." Yes, Babs liked hearing that sort of thing! One thing that did interest Babs about Elspeth's situation with Oliphant was "erection control" Elspeth was far stricter than Babs was, and she could get Ollie to lose his erection just by snapping her fingers. "But dear, it took years of training to get him that way" Elspeth assured Babs on many occasions. "You must take Parrish aside and discourage his erections in a corporal fashion, you know." And Babs had gone at it. She'd instructed poor Parrish to kneel in front of her his hands bound behind him, and his cock unlocked from the chastity device, and she'd put on French underwear and she'd stroked his penis until he'd become almost wild with desire...and then she'd ordered him to go limp. "What, what did you say?" Poor Parrish had been expecting an orgasm of course. "Go limp. I command you to." Babs of course was still rubbing his stiff dick with her lotion smeared hands. He looked helpless. So Babs took a tuning fork (Parrish was a volunteer conductor for the Buttermilk Falls Park Orchestra) and poked him in the glans with it. Twice. Tears streamed from Parrish's eyes, and Babs asked him warningly if he was going to go limp for her. But he was still slow in calming down his dick. After all, his hot wife had been giving him a hand job for nearly an hour! So Babs, clicking her tongue against her teeth, went to the other room and brought back a long fiberglass riding crop. "Now then. Go limp!" WHACK! CRACK! SMACK! THWACK! Parrish screamed and cried, but indeed, his cock did grow rather limp and small. Babs was thrilled. "You see, you can go limp when I ask you to." But she began stroking and pulling his dick again. "Now let's see if you can go limp a little faster." Babs tickled the underside of Parrish's dick and then bent over and rubbed her cleavage against it, and he began getting quite hard. "Now...go limp." Babs looked at Parrish expectantly, and to her credit, she did let go of his cock this time. But Parrish couldn't do it. He tried hard...he thought about football, cleaning out the garage, pro wrestling...nothing worked! She was such a hot Italian girl...with those Jersey blonde highlights in her hair and those fabulous curves...what could he do? Babs clenched her teeth in rage. She swung the fiberglass cane again and again against Parrish's erection until it was tiny and bleeding. "I am very disappointed in you, Parrish. I don't understand why this is so hard for you. Elspeth can get Oliphant limp with a snap of her fingers." Then Babs paused. "Of course it took quite a few years of training before she could do that. Like when I got you to swallow all my urine without spilling any...I had to give you quite a few vicious whippings to teach you discipline. Oh well, I have time!" Babs had then begun tickling Parrish's balls with her long red nails, smiling at him as she went at it...she poked her tongue out at him, and ran it back and forth, and yes sir, the erection returned with a vengeance. "P-please Babs...I just can't keep from getting excited ma'am...you just enthrall me. I think we should stop if you don't want me to get hard." Parrish begged. "No no, Parrish. I like it that you are attracted to me, and I want you to get hard. But when I want you to go limp, you must do so immediately. It's all about discipline. I remember when you were telling Margot about how she had to be home by midnight, and had to discipline herself...we can't have two standards, can we?" Babs continued to stroke and tickle Parrish's dick, and he began breathing hard, and was quite afraid he might cum against his will...this would be bad! "Now go limp!" Babs watched Parrish's hard dick. NOTHING. It was as stiff as ever. This was blatant disrespect. Babs got up and went to the bedroom and came back with a bamboo cane. WHACK! THWACK! SLASH! Babs was pleased that Parrish's dick died almost immediately, but it was embarrassing to have to admit to Elspeth that she had to use artificial means. At this point poor Parrish was weeping, and his cock looked terrible...it was covered with weals and long red lines...and he was so afraid...yes, she was flashing her boobs...it was going to get erect again! There was just no hope. Babs never could tame Parrish's ornery cock! Now Parrish winced. Babs, never just the normal dominant wife, had to have a chastity belt locked on her husband that did vivid and exciting things. Eight years ago, when she'd first locked the belt on Parrish (at his request, she always reminded him) all the belt had done but keep him from masturbating. But then she'd learned that there could be little extensions—for instance tiny needles inserted in the pouch of the belt so that Parrish's "errant erections" would subside obediently. "After all, Parrish, I have four daughters, and I don't need you staring at them all the time with a dirty mind!" And that had been rough. Because his four stepdaughters, Lissie, Stacy, Margot and Deri were all blonde and beautiful like their mother, and they were outrageous flirts. They loved it that Mom had married such a sweet, generous guy, and his properness amused them to no end. So they teased him and jumped on his lap, and when his penis swelled...the needles gouged! Certainly Parrish loved Babs and he had always had submissive fantasies...they'd met at the PainCafe's Singlefest, and really hit it off. When they'd first gone to bed together, Babs had gone into the bathroom to slip into something more comfortable, and when she'd come out in a pink negligee, there was her new boyfriend, kneeling naked on the floor. He knew no other way... After the needle attachment, Babs found a way to block off the device so Parrish had to beg to urinate. He couldn't pee unless she allowed him to, by unlocking the tip. Copeland was a real bastard, Parrish thought, no craftsman could be this evil. "Not now, darling, I'm on the phone" Babs would say as poor Parrish begged her, on his knees, because he had not peed in five hours...and then when he began making too much noise, Babs had risen and taken her long willow switch and slashed Parrish's buttocks making him bite his tongue, focusing on holding his kidneys AND tolerate the intensive pain. Sometimes she'd send Parrish off to the office with the urinary portion locked off, and she'd laugh with her daughter Deri as her poor husband would call around lunchtime, begging Babs to come down to the office and unlock him so he could pee. "But honey, did you remember not to drink too much coffee...or was it hanging around the water cooler too much? I'll be down, but I want to have another scone with Deri. Can you hold off for an hour until I can come down there and unlock you so you can pee? Well, you'll have to!" Now and then she'd come too late—Parrish would've peed, and of course instead of the urine coming out of the plugged hole, it would gush out the sides, and she'd have to run home and bring him pants. That was rather hilarious also. Parrish was in a very serious job, he was a tax auditor in Buttermilk City, and respect, especially from his extensive staff of secretaries, clerks and the like was too important to have him trotting about in piss-stained Golden Fleece Two button pinstriped trousers! Now, Babs was really enjoying the latest of craftsman Copeland's effects—locking heavy ten pound weights, and she loved, LOVED swinging them back and forth between his poor, skinny legs. But oh, he loved her. His beautiful Babs. Barbara "Babs" Castillo-Pindler was quite fond of her husband, too. He was a nice, stable guy...and he took great care of her and the girls. They'd gone through a rough divorce from Babs's worthless first husband, and then she'd dated a lot of losers...and then she'd had a serious cancer, which was now in remission...and she'd put herself back out in the dating world. But where to find someone nice? Babs had been hesitant to go to the SingleFest thing at the PainCafe, but her friend, Fanchon Nemirow had advised her to try something new. "I met a great guy there, and married him" Fanchon told Babs, "And I keep going back to meet more!" Fanchon had suggested Babs wear a little blue bracelet on her arm—everyone seemed to have a blue or red bracelet. "You don't want some lunatic thinking you want to be spanked, dear." The reds were looking to be dominated, Babs had guessed. And then she'd met Parrish! His manner was shy, and he'd danced with Babs for hours, and asked for her number, and called in an appropriate number of days. And then of course he'd asked her to dominate him. This had gone much more smoothly than she'd thought. At first she would down a little gin and water before giving him a session, but eventually it became quite natural. A Sunday afternoon on the couch with Parrish over her knee, his pants and undies pulled to his ankles, and her hairbrush methodically covering every inch of his buttocks...it was quite normal after a time. Even after she'd let him up, and order him to take his blubbering, tear stained face and put it in the corner for a while...sometimes Babs worried that Parrish might hold it against her, that she was being so severe with him, but it never proved to be that way. After a time he'd leave the corner, cook her dinner and then hold her in his lap, kissing her and letting her know he was the luckiest man in the world! Then came the time that Parrish had shown Babs an oblong box. "This is the Terminator. My ex-wife Olympia used to use it on me" he'd said hesitantly. "But I need it, and I hope you'll adjust." Babs had reached in the box and pulled out an eighteen inch dildo with a strap-on belt. Olympia must've been a big girl, Babs thought, to have locked this thing around her waist. But she'd gamely locked it on, and when she turned to Parrish, he was naked and on his knees. "I just have to kiss it a bit and show appreciation." Babs wondered if this made Parrish a little bit gay, but she stood and let him kiss and lick the big plastic phallus, and then he'd gotten up on the bed and spread his fleshy cheeks, and wiggled them. "You can tell me I'm your bitch if you like...whatever you want." Parrish said, and Babs dove right in, plunging the knob right into his rosebud of an asshole. "You are my bitch, my little fairy queen, you little scumslut, Parrish. I wish I was a big black convict man in prison so I could rape you every day!" And he'd been so excited, and nearly cum on the bed as she'd taken him, slamming the thing in and out, eliciting muffled "Oh"s and groans...it had been quite an exercise. And then he'd licked his shit and blood off the Terminator, and of course Babs made Parrish use extensive mouthwash before she would let him kiss her again! Deri had examined the dildo and wondered if poor Parrish was right in the head, but of course the young are so conservative. At twenty-eight, Deri was too young to remember the freewheeling Sixties and Seventies... And then came the day when Harlan, who was an old boyfriend with employment issues, called Babs at work. "What should I do?" she implored to Fanchon on the phone. "He's a lot of fun in the sack, but we had to break up because he had no money, and smoked way too much weed." "Honey, just invite Harlan over for an early dinner, and when Parrish comes home, he'll understand. You'll be surprised at how open-minded he is." Fanchon's voice had calmed Babs, though she was still a bit worried. But she'd had Harlan over, all the girls were at soccer practice, or play rehearsals, and she'd enjoyed a little fooling around with him, and they'd adjourned to the bedroom before dinner. Harlan had always been afraid of Help Wanted ads and getting his hair cut, but he was a fast worker when it came to bedroom stuff! And then of course in the middle of things, Parrish had walked into the bedroom. They'd both been a little freaked out. "You didn't tell me you was married now, Babs." Harlan whispered, for Parrish was a big strong guy...he didn't live on crack cocaine and chicken fingers from Happy Hour at the Low Hat Bar, as Harlan did. But Babs had gotten up on a trembling arm, and looked straight at Babs. "Is there a problem, Parrish? If not, you're to strip and bring us drinks." She'd winged that one, but miraculously, Parrish had done just that! Harlan had made Babs sip his drink before he enjoyed it, just to ensure that Parrish wasn't poisoning him, but after that, Harlan told Babs that she had a "good deal here" before he'd borrowed $40 from her purse and ambled off. And now that she'd passed the "learning curve" as Fanchon would put it, Babs was starting to enjoy herself. This marriage wasn't a bad thing, although her daughter Deri worried that she was taking too much advantage of poor Parrish. She'd asked the Dungeonopolis belt maker to construct a chastity belt that left the testicles open for punishment, and when she wasn't kicking poor Parrish's balls, she was attaching clothespins to them, and knocking them off...and then she'd just had Cope lock on little holes to attach weights to...and oh, how Parrish was adjusting to this one! But finally Babs got tired of poking Parrish's cock and balls, and she mercifully unlocked the weights, and told him he could relax and watch a bit of "Project Runway" a show she had assigned him to take an interest in...she made sure he took notes for her. The football days were over! "I have a doctor's appointment and I'll be back soon..." There had been some tests, and Babs had to go see about them. After her visit, she came home in a quiet mood. Deri, who still lived at home, looked up at her mother over her Cosmo magazine. "Deri, honey. I need to talk to you," Babs said to her. Deri was a young, gorgeous blonde, much like her mother, but perhaps a little quieter. She'd been a "second mother" to the younger girls, and was very fond of Parrish. After Babs told Deri the doctor's unfortunate news, and they'd had a bit of a cry, Babs said hesitantly, "I know that Parrish will take care of you girls no matter what, but I am worried about who will take care of Parrish...he has these needs, as you know." And Babs had been looking thoughtfully at Deri the entire time. Her blonde daughter's curvy chest pushed out her mesh black blouse, and Deri's full lips smiled as she began to interpret her mother's meaning. When Parrish got home from work the following evening, Deri was waiting for him in the living room, holding a round wooden paddle. "You were supposed to clean up the dishes after you made breakfast for Mom and my sisters...but you left a cup in the sink." "Deri, honey...I had to get to work!" Parrish said, trying to smile, but a moment later Deri beckoned to him, and he came a little closer, and the girl began unbuckling his pants. "Deri, baby...do you know what you're doing? What would your mother say?" "You need to learn to not be forgetful, and I'm going to teach you!" Parrish was horrified, but thrilled at the same time, and when his pants and underpants went down, and he fell across Deri's stockinged knee, it was exciting, and he could feel the pain as his penis swelled against the needles....but the pain was distracted by the pain of the wooden paddle hitting his bare buttocks. A New Beginning And then Babs came in, and watched approvingly. "You-you want to authorize Deri to discipline me?" Parrish asked afterwards, unbelievably. She was such a beautiful girl. "Yes, and she's going to tease you and let you perform with that remarkable tongue...that's the good news, honey! The bad news is...my cancer is back, and soon it will just be Deri looking after you." Babs said with a bittersweet smile. And then Parrish really cried. Eighteen months later, Buttermilk Falls was scandalized when the late Babs Castillo-Pindle's widower married her barely thirty year old daughter...but the younger sisters were so supportive as bridesmaids, and Fanchon Nemirow smiled and drank her champagne...all was fair in love, war, and BDSM! A New Beginning Loud music blared as Sandra pulled into the pub car park. The music got even louder when she opened the car door. Through the window she could see the pub was crowded, everyone seemed to be having such a good time. Sandra felt lonely and isolated, and for a moment she considered going home. But she had already arranged to meet her friend Karen for a drink, so she steeled herself and went inside. She stopped just inside the door to check her appearance in a mirror on the wall. She was reasonably happy with what she saw; shoulder-length dark reddish-brown hair, a healthy, rosy complexion, sparkling blue-grey eyes; a decent figure for forty-five, breasts large but still firm, nice ass and good legs; not too much of a belly. All shown off to good effect in a short black dress, plenty of cleavage, sheer black hose and her most expensive pair of heels. Her confidence renewed, Sandra approached the bar. As she crossed the room, she heard Karen call out from the far end of the bar. Sandra nearly turned and fled when she saw Karen was with a group of people, but before she could move Karen had come up and given her a hug. Hooking one arm around Sandra's waist, Karen led her over to be introduced. As it turned out, Karen's friends were all work colleagues, teachers, and Sandra's spirits sank when she realised she was the outsider and would have nothing to contribute to the conversation. But they were a friendly bunch, one of the men bought her a drink, and Sandra soon started to relax. As the evening wore on, everyone had had quite a skinful. Karen was on form, loud but amusing, coarse but witty. Inevitably, Sandra was starting to feel the outsider once more, as most of the conversation revolved around school. Sandra had moved to the edge of the group and jumped when suddenly someone touched her shoulder from behind. She turned to see a young good-looking lad speaking at her, but because of the music she couldn't hear a word he was saying. He leaned closer and put his mouth to her ear. "You're Matt's mum, right?" he shouted, almost inaudibly. "That's right," Sandra replied, recognition starting to dawn. "You're Lee, aren't you?" "Liam, actually," he corrected her. "How is Matt? Haven't seen him since we left school." And so they chatted, in that strange, hoarse shout that people adopt in noisy clubs and pubs. Sandra found herself warming to Liam, he was polite, friendly, interesting and, it suddenly occurred to her, quite good looking. His dark hair, limpid brown eyes and tanned skin made a stimulating combination. "Let's go into the other bar," Liam suggested. "We might be able to find a seat." Sandra looked around, but Karen and her friends were engrossed in some torrid tale of school, so looked back at Liam and nodded. The other bar was much quieter, and they found a small table by the window. Sandra sat down and Liam went to get them both another drink. For the first time that evening Sandra had a few moments to herself to reflect. It occurred to her that this situation was a bit strange. Here she was, in a fairly cosy, if not intimate situation, with a young man half her age. One of her son's friends, in fact. What the hell, at last she was actually starting to relax. Liam seemed like a nice lad, she could have a couple of drinks with him, and then head off home for an early night. Two hours and several drinks later, Sandra and Liam were pretty much plastered, and she felt totally comfortable in his company. They were chatting like old pals, and the difference in their ages had become completely irrelevant. The table was small, enforcing intimacy, knees touching, faces only inches apart. 'I could kiss him,' an idle thought wandered across Sandra's mind. A distant part of her found this amusing and slightly shocking, but a more calculating part of her found it exciting. Sandra realised she was actually quite aroused. "Fancy a coffee?" she asked, nonchalantly. Liam sat and stared at her for a long, long second, and Sandra knew she had just done something incredibly stupid. But then a big smile spread across Liam's face as he said "Yeah, why not?" Sandra was in no state to drive, so they called a taxi. They sat close together in the back of the cab, like old lovers. Liam's leg was pressed firmly against Sandra's thigh, and when he rested his hand on her leg, she made no complaint. Sandra considered starting things in the back of the taxi, but the driver seemed to be keeping an eye on them in his mirror, and she still felt slightly odd about being in this kind of situation with a lad Liam's age. When they got to Sandra's house, Liam paid off the taxi and they went inside. In the living room Sandra and Liam stood face-to-face, very close, not quite touching. "Sod the coffee," Sandra giggled, falling back onto the couch, pulling Liam down on top of her as she fell. Their mouths were clamped firmly together, as Sandra wrapped her arms and legs around Liam's body. Liam took the opportunity to run his strong hands along her thighs; a warm tingle started to spread outward from Sandra's loins. Impatiently, Sandra pushed Liam off and he landed on his back on the floor. Sandra stood up and swayed for a moment, dizzy with drink and excitement. Liam was confused, had no idea what was happening, but then Sandra took his hand and dragged him to his feet, leading him out of the room and up the stairs. Once they got to the bedroom, Sandra pushed Liam roughly onto the bed. Alcohol always had this effect on her, making her more assertive, even domineering. Pausing only to remove her shoes, Sandra got onto the bed and straddled Liam, clamping her thighs around his head, lowering her pussy down onto his face. Liam gasped in surprise, but soon got the idea. He couldn't do much, with Sandra's thighs squeezing his head, almost painfully, and two layers of material between his tongue and Sandra's groin. But he didn't have to do much, Sandra was by now gyrating her hips frenetically, pushing down, grinding against Liam's face. Liam pushed his hands up under Sandra's dress, bunching the material around her hips, caressing, stroking, squeezing, kneading her round buttocks. Suddenly, Sandra was jumping off Liam's face, the poor confused lad wondering what the hell was going on here. She stood looking at him for a few seconds, panting breathlessly. Then she pulled him upright and started to remove his clothing. Soon he was stripped down to his boxers, and Sandra's eyes were drawn magnetically to the prominent bulge in the front of Liam's pants. Shaking herself, Sandra unbuttoned her dress and let it drop to the floor. Liam's cock twitched as he got a good look at her body. 'God,' he thought, 'this is something else.' Sandra had removed her bra, her large breasts hanging free with no sign of sagging. She stood there in just her panties and tights, and Liam's member twitched again as he imagined taking those large brown nipples in his mouth. Sandra moved forward and pushed her tongue into his mouth once more, reaching down the front of Liam's boxers to touch his cock for the first time. Liam quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. Sandra grasped it roughly, pulling and tugging on it, making her young lover moan as she did so. Taking a full, firm breast in each hand, Liam began to squeeze and knead them together, pinching the nipples between his fingers, making Sandra moan in turn. Sandra pulled back slightly and pushed her tights and panties down to her ankles. Liam kicked his boxers off and lay back on the bed, pulling Sandra on top of him. She positioned herself carefully and sank down onto him, guiding him into her with one hand. The feel of him inside her was just indescribable, it had been so long. She commenced a rhythmic movement, back and forth, up and down, rotating her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. Leaning forward, Sandra swung her tits across Liam's face and he greedily sucked one of them into his mouth, gently taking the nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue from side to side, causing Sandra to give a soft cry of pleasure. Liam tried to thrust upward, but Sandra was firmly in control. Moving faster now, she could feel that familiar warm sensation throughout every part of her body, slowly, inexorably, intensifying as she squeezed Liam's cock within her. Now she could feel his cock start to swell and throb as his orgasm approached, all the time moving her hips faster and faster, faster and faster, even as Liam's seed flooded her pussy, Sandra kept up her rhythm, drawing every last drop from her young lover's balls as her own climax washed over her... Several minutes later, Sandra recovered from her orgasm to find herself lying on her back. Her legs were parted and Liam was running his hands up and down the insides of her thighs, expertly stroking and caressing with the gentlest of touches. He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, gazing into her eyes. Sandra idly reached out and took his cock in her hand, running her nails back and forth along his shaft. She felt him swell and stiffen, so she indicated that she wanted him to move round into a 69 position. With Liam's penis dangling down above her, and his tongue started to work busily at her cum-soaked slit, Sandra felt the complete slut, doing whatever she damn well wanted. Stretching her tongue upwards, she touched the very tip against the head of Liam's manhood. Taking him in one hand, she rapidly flicked her tongue up and down over his knob, causing him to groan and his cock to twitch. Liam lowered himself and Sandra was able to take him in her mouth, sealing her lips around his glans, rubbing her slippery tongue all round his helmet, wanking him gently with one hand while tickling his balls with the other. She could feel him getting harder as she sucked, the sensations in his cock preventing Liam from giving Sandra his full attention. All of a sudden, his cock started jerking and his salty cum poured into her mouth, dribbling from her lips and down her cheek. Sandra took him out of her mouth and his last few spurts splashed across her face. Staying in the 69 position, Liam resumed licking Sandra's clit, taking it between his teeth and gently nibbling on it, rubbing his tongue around it with a circular motion, at the same time probing her pussy with his fingers. Sandra could feel her body responding, this time the sensation was focussed in that one spot, building in intensity until she could hold back no longer and she came with a breathless little cry, her limbs trembling as she lost all control. Sandra woke up alone the next morning; Liam had left quietly while she slept. But she didn't care. She had only wanted one thing, and that was exactly what she had got. And she intended to get a lot more... A New Beginning This is a story told to me by a dear close friend. It's his story as best as I can remember. I write it for him and his lovely wife. I hope it brings happiness, and fond memories to them. "Damn the bad luck anyway. Just get in from a five day run in the truck and I have this happen. Guess being gone all the time seems to have taken it's toll on our marriage. Guess she just couldn't handle it anymore, me not being here, her needing someone to hold her or cuddle up to, her needing a man to make love to her. Oh well I had a feeling it was coming to this. Hell, who knows, she might have found herself a boy friend. How'd she put it? "I just don't want to be married anymore." Yea, that's it. Well fine, she just might get her wish. Damn her, damn that truck and my job! Hell, I've been gone five days. You'd at least thought I might have gotten lucky and got a piece of ass. But no! Can't have that. Way my lucks been all week, week hell, all month. One run after another. Shit, it ain't no wonder she left. God, I hope she left some beer in the fridge. Be just my luck she probably took that too. Well might as well go in and see." I walk inside the trailer, feeling like my whole life has been turned up side down. My heart is heavy. And damn if I ain't tired. It's been a long run. Drove most of the night and all day just to get home early. For all the good it did. I open the fridge and take a look. There are two beers left. "The bitch at least left me two." I get one and pop the top, taking a slow sip. "Man that's just what I needed." I finish it off quickly. I grab the last one and close the door to the fridge. After finishing the last beer, I walk outside thinking about what has just taken place. I look around the yard wondering, "What in the hell I'm going to do now," when I see my motorcycle. A smile crosses my face. Thinking to myself, "I still might get lucky." I decide to go back into the trailer and take a shower. Shower taken I throw on a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, tee shirt with a pocket and no sleeves, and a bandana for my hair. I grab my wallet and smokes as I head out the door. As I crawl on my bike I think to myself. "Hell, guess I'll head into town, see if I can pick up a chick there. Babes seem to go for guys on bikes. And they shouldn't have a problem goin' for a guy on a chrome and deep black bike with ape hanger handle bars, deep seat, and a sissy bar for 'em to lean back on. I never had any problems pickin' 'em up on this thing in the old days." I laugh. Crusing through town, I notice a few of my friends cars at a local cafe. I decide to stop in and have a cup of coffee with them, and see what is happening. As we are having coffee we talk about the events of the day. I explain what has happened on my end. I also get to meet my other friends new girl friend. Boy what a good looking woman. My friends had been talking about running up to the local lake swimming. They ask me to join them. I told them I would join them later, explaining that I wanted to stop and get some beer and check on something. My friend said he would stop and get the beer. I agree to let him do that as we leave the cafe. I head out and stop at a local bar to see if a certain bar maid, who has been hitting on me, is at work. No such luck. "Damn I'm batting a thousand. Oh well, might as well head for the lake, drink some beer, and watch someone else having fun. Who knows who else might show up. I still might get lucky." When I get to the lake my friends have a bon fire going, and some of them are already swimming. Much to my surprise and delight it looks like everyone forgot their swimsuits and are skinny dipping. I always like the looks of a naked female body, some better then others, and I have a few to chose from. I park my bike and join a few friends on the beach. I get a beer from my friend. While talking and sipping our beer we watch as the others frolic in the water. I decide to strip down and join in the fun. I ease into the water thinking of how warm it feels. It's been awhile since I've done this. When I reach the others I notice my friends girl friend all by herself. I ease over to where she is and ask where my friend is. She points out farther in the lake. I look and can just make out the shadowy forms of two people just outside the fire light in the shadows. Knowing the nature of my friend, I don't have to wonder what he and my other friends wife are doing. Knowing them both I have no doubt that it is the "wild thing". I chuckle to myself. "Shit it looks she's doing the same thing with him as she did with me once." I sure feel sorry for this beautiful looking blonde standing waist deep in water and looking out in the lake towards her boyfriend. "Damn she's a fine looking woman. I sure hope she's ok. Guess I'll ease over and see how she's doing. God, what a fine looking figure she has from behind. I wish I had the guts to run my hands all over her body. Damn I wish she wasn't his girlfriend, I'd sure like to find out if she is as good in bed as she is looking. Damn, I have all the luck, all the good looking ones are taken. My friends an idiot, out there fucking someone else's old lady, when he could be fucking this fine, good looking woman in front of me. Hell, I know I would if she was with me. I can just imagine where and how it would be. I better stop thinking this way, the last thing I need right now is a hard-on. If she sees me with one, she might think I'm a pervert, and I don't want her thinking that. Boy am I glad the water is a little cooler the closer I get to her, it'll help my hard-on go soft faster, I hope." A small breeze blows across the lake and I see her shiver. I ease up behind her and offer to help keep her warm by sheltering her from the breeze with my body. She answers by moving back against me with her naked body. I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She looks up at me and smiles, then turns to look out across the lake at the others. I feel her nakedness against me. My mind starts wondering as we stand there in silence. I think of how she must be feeling, not knowing why her boyfriend has chosen to leave her by herself. It will be years before I know the answer as to why. I feel the stirrings of loneliness start to creep up on me. And I wish that things in my life here lately could have been different. I wish I could take this fine looking woman, in my arms, and just make love to her. To love her as I too need to be loved. If only she wasn't my friends girl. I fantasize about how I would make love to her. About how good her tender skin feels while touching her wet body. I feel my dick start to harden. "God, I hope she doesn't notice. C'mon buddy snap out of it." I think to myself. "I've got to keep some self control." I come back to the present as everyone has moved to the bank and are calling for us to come in. We separate from our embrace. "Did I see a touch of color in her cheeks? No I think I'm seeing things." We move into the bank and on to the beach. We locate our clothes and start to get dressed. I look up to see her watching me. Our eyes meet and she blushes. "Maybe I wasn't seeing things after all out in the lake." I smile. She is wearing a blouse which ties in the front and leaves her belly button uncovered above her nice tight fitting jean cut offs. I think "Damn, fine, damn good lookin' babe." We all finish getting dressed and decide to head back into town for some coffee. As I start my bike and get ready to head out I see her walking towards me. When she gets to me she asks if she can ride into town with me on my bike. I say "sure." She climbs on the back of my bike, turns and looks at the others and calls out "See you all in town." She waves good-bye to them, reaches around my waist with her arms, pulls herself tight against me and says, "Okay I'm ready." I kick the bike in gear and give it some gas as I let out the clutch and we're off. I'm in hog heaven, beautiful babe, me, and my bike, headed down the road. We're History! A New Beginning It was a hot day and a cool shower was just the thing I needed. When I had finished drying off I stood in front of the mirror admiring the image there. I was only 16 but already mom said I was fully developed. At 5'6" I was considered tall, my 36 D breast were full and perky, as mom would say. With a flat belly and nice rounded hips it was no wonder the guys looked at me the way they did. My bush was still silky and smooth. And the urges to touch it and more were occurring more frequently now. All that stuff in sex Ed had given me a good idea why, but boys just didn't interest me. I decided to lay down and take a nap. When I woke there was someone caressing the soft skin on my back. From the softness of the hands I could tell it was a girl. I looked over my shoulder and there was Sally, my sister's roommate from college. We had met while I was visiting my sister at her dorm last year. Sally was a very pretty girl. Long brown hair, green eyes that seemed to glisten, her figure was much like mine only, matured. I hadn't dressed after my shower so I lay fully exposed to the gleaming eyes of Sally. I rolled over and as I did I heard quick in take of breath from Sally. She was awed by the full effect of my young body. Sally stood up next to my bed looking at me and asked, " Have you ever been with another girl?" I should have been shocked but my sis had told me her roommate was a little different, she hadn't elaborated on how she was different. "No, nor have I been with a man, I'm still a virgin." I thought she was going to faint on me. Sally recovered some of her composer and sat back down on the bed. "I think you are a beautiful young lady, and I don't want to upset you or offend your sister, but I can't help myself. I'm what is known as a Bi Femme, do you know what that means?" sally asked me," It means that I like men and women, but especially beautiful women, with soft skin, like yours." I was getting the idea of what she wanted, but back then I was still a little naive. "Thank you. I think you are pretty too." I said. Sally could no longer contain herself. As I lay there on the bed with my hair spread across the pillow and my one leg drawn up, with my breast standing firm the cool air making my nipples erect, Sally leaned over and took my right breast in her hand and then her lips wrapped around the nipple and she worried the nipple with her mouth. The sensation sent a surge through me. I didn't know what I should do, so I did nothing. When I didn't stop her Sally continued, taking the left breast and doing the same to it. Her warm wet mouth causing my already erect nipples to become firm. As Sally would suckle and nibble on one nipple she took the other between her fingers and pressed it hard pinching it. The feeling going through me made me light headed. Sally's hand began to caress my belly and slowly she lowered it to my thigh. Running her fingernails lightly up and down the inner part of my thigh up to and just touching my pussy. As her hand got close to my pussy it was like instinct, I opened my legs to let her have access to my waiting pussy. As if sensing what I wanted Sally cupped my mound and slowly worked her fingers parting my pussy lips and driving her finger in and touching my clit. I moaned when her finger began its message of my clit. I spread my legs further open raising my hips up and down. Sally knew what she wanted and before I knew it her head was buried between my thighs. She began to gently stroke my pink lips with her tongue. Darting in and out and then running her tongue the length of my lips over and over. She spread my pussy lips wide and attacked my clit first with her tongue then with her teeth. I was going crazy with the newfound sensations surging through me. I put my hand on Sally's head and pressed her against me, wanting her to go deeper inside me. My hips rose up to greet her licking tongue as she had now added her fingers and was finger fucking me as she licked the juices flowing from me. I had had my first orgasm. It was not the last. When Sally sensed I had been fully sated and lay spent she kissed me, then patted my pussy mound and said, "Save that for me, I'll be back for seconds another time." She left me there to sleep, a deep happy sleep, another time wow, I couldn't wait. A New Beginning Tanara stared at the sea of pale faces gazing up at her. Nervously she gulped heavily and took another step up towards the makeshift podium. The stone walls curving overhead were giving her a bit of claustrophobia. Tanara was used to the trees swaying above her, their leaves shielding her small body, and the sky above the leaves shining light down onto her dark skin. Down here, underground, the only lights were torches in the cold granite walls. All the pairs of crystal blue eyes followed her sun-darkened body as she stood on the small stage. Tanara took a deep breath and raised her hands towards the ceiling, bringing them down and together in the form of a prayer. "It has begun," she said softly. Her quiet voice echoed in the chamber, reverberating off the stone and ringing in her audience's ears. Murmurs arose at the words she spoke, pale white heads bobbing up and down. "The prophecies told us that this day would come, and it has. Now we wait." Up above ground, in Tanara's world under the sun, the dark clouds had begun. Like smoke they settled in the sky, blocking out the light. Rain fell, but not rain of water. A rain of ashes that covered the plant life with a thick coat of dust. Without the sun to nourish and feed the plants, they had begun to die. Slowly the small plants withered, and then the larger ones, until even the trees had begun to shed their protective leafs. Tanara's clan had been forced to leave their home, the land they had inhabited for hundreds of thousands of generations. Leaving the surface, they had followed their cousins, those who had burrowed homes in the underground many centuries ago. Stepping down from the podium, Tanara tried not to hear the snickers filling the chamber. Their people, the Burrowers as they called themselves, had believed all along that the world above would turn on the others, and destroy those who lived above the ground. Tanara had ignored the prophecies, as all her people had, and now they had begun to die. Without the sun, without the fresh air and trees and plant life that had once thrived above, Tanara and her people could not be content. Already many were choosing to leave their new homes under the surface and venture out again. The ash storms were so terrible now that the ones who left could only be heard screaming as the doors shut behind them. A male returned to his place at the podium, in front of the throng, and shushed them. Soon he was back to preaching the faith, telling the people to trust in the goddess, that everything was going according to divine plan. Tanara's eyes lifted up towards the dark ceiling, hardly visible due to the dim light. Blinking back tears, she walked down the steps and off the stage, finding her way through the few people gathered at the sides of the stage and finding another corridor. "Do you believe it?" Tanara hadn't even felt the air move around her. A Burrower brushed up against her back, circling around her trim frame to face her. His skin was white almost to the point of transparency, his pale blue eyes like the clearest water Tanara had ever seen. "I don't know what to believe anymore," Tanara whispered, breaking the eye contact the male in front of her had captured. She lowered her head and tried to move aside, but he moved with her, his body still pressed close to hers. "They say that it will never be the same," he said. His deep voice was quiet, and something soft about it caused it not to bounce of the walls as Tanara's higher pitched voice did. She looked back at him, her brown eyes cold. "They say a lot of things," she said. "I hope and pray that the world will return, that the plants will grow again and that the sun will shine again. Even if I do not live to see it." "Do you mean that it will take that many centuries to clear up, or are you planning to join the ones who have left our protection?" "There are only so many years a creature could spend down here and remain sensible," Tanara sighed, looking about her. The walls seemed to close in on her as she thought about it, and she shut her eyes tight. When she opened them again, the male was staring straight into her eyes, his piercing gaze seeming to dig into her soul. "You live longer down here, you know," the male said, again moving with her body as Tanara shifted. "I am already two hundred and three seasons old. How long would you live up there? Seventy five?" "It is not life, down here," Tanara said, her eyes blurring with fresh tears. "We are blocked in by these walls. The stone does not bend like the world above. It is cold, it is dim, and it is nothing compared to the world above!" "You speak about it with much passion." He stepped away from her, allowing Tanara to gather her senses again. She stepped away as well and looked at him from the short distance. He was dressed as all the Burrowers were, in plain white clothes that draped off of his thin frame. He looked sickly, to Tanara, who was used to her own clan's dark skin and hair, dark eyes and broad bodies. "I feel much passion for it," she said, putting her hand against the cold wall. "I get frightened when I think that I may not see it again." "Never having seen the open world, I cannot comprehend what you are feeling. I wish that I could." "I am sorry," Tanara said, her voice filled with sympathy. "It is wonderful up there. Or, it was. Maybe it isn't now, but not long ago it was wonderful." "I would like to hear about it, some time," the male said, smiling slightly. His pale lips curled upwards, his eyes losing a little of their cool glare and almost looking animated instead of like cold stone. "The only tales we hear are about the people, how they chose to live against the prophecy, and how they would be punished. Children underneath aren't taught about the passion that your people have for the surface." Tanara looked the male up and down suspiciously. She feared for a moment that he might be one of the Burrowers prejudiced against her people, that he might be singling her out for violence. It had been known to happen, both ways around. But something in his light face seemed to argue with her brief fears, and she tried to relax. He wanted to know about her world, and she wanted to remember. Perhaps venting some of her emotions to another being would make her feel a bit less empty, more sure of herself and her new way of life. It could be the first step to acceptance, the acceptance of the new way, the new world, and the new group she would have to join. "I would like to tell you," she paused, smiling faintly at him. "Perhaps I will some day." Puzzlement flashed over the male's face momentarily. The Burrowers did not think of days and nights the way the surface people did. Tanara shook her head and spoke again. "Another time," she said. "Why not now?" the male asked, his smile turning to a frown. "The ceremony upsets me," Tanara answered, her voice quivering. She wiped away a tear that had escaped from her eyes, the fluid stopped before it could trace a trail down her dark cheek. "I get sad when I think of what I've lost. Do you understand?" "I do," the male answered, his own head drooping slightly. "I too have lost things dear to me. I am not a stranger to unhappiness. But it would give me joy if we could find comfort in each other." "I fear that I will not find comfort," Tanara said sadly. "Comfort is a thing of the past. The future will only be cold and miserable." "I'm sorry that you feel that way," the male said, his voice dropping and becoming heavy with sorrow. He looked at her through narrow eyes. "I happen to believe that there is always something to find comfort in, no matter how dire the situation seems. Without hope, we will perish. We must strive for happiness in something, to keep our spirits alive." "You may be right," Tanara said reluctantly. "But I unfortunately do not feel that way now. Perhaps another time, but not now." "Very well," the male said, taking a step away from her. "Another time, perhaps." Tanara didn't even see him disappear into the shadows. The corridor was filled with many of them, the flames from the torches flickering, causing the shadows to dance about on the walls. He was gone and she was alone again, the only sound in the area her heart beating steadily in her chest. Taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with the stale air, she took a step and made her way towards her sleeping chambers. The sleeping room Tanara had been given was some distance away from the main rooms. In her opinion, the Burrowers did not think she was worthy of sharing the luxury of their own apartments. It was understandable, as their sect of the race had despised her own since their break apart. Long ago the Burrowers and her own people had lived as one. Instead of being pale and thin as they were now, the Burrowers had been dark. They had lived above ground together, taking shelter in the trees. Then the prophet had been born, and everything had changed. It was written in the Burrower's scrolls that the prophet had had many visions, given to her by the goddess in the sky. Documents were written in the prophet's own words, descriptions of things to come and events yet to happen. The main vision was always the same, a rain of fire in the sky, a cloud of ash that blocked out the sun, and death in each breath of air that the people took. The prophet wrote that the only way the people would survive would be to go under the surface, to recreate their society and way of life without the sun. It would be generations before the rain, but enough time would follow it that the preparations would be more than worth the effort. Some believed in the visions, and began their new ways of life in the caves, slowly digging their way down into the crust and breaking away from the rest of the people. The people who remained paid no heed to the warnings, going about their business for the generations to come. Each group had begun to loathe the other, but remained polite in the few meetings they had. Soon the meetings grew further apart, and each group found that they could live completely dependant of the other. When the cloud arrived and the storms had started, the prophecies were brought up from the archives of the people's libraries. Lines were reread, descriptions analyzed again and again. It became obvious that the prophecy was coming true, and the Burrowers had made the correct decision. Groups of Tanara's people had decided to go to the Burrowers, only to come back in defeat, turned down by the underground people. The Burrowers had believed in the goddess and her truth all along, and were disgusted that the people above would come to them when everything had turned around. "They should have listened to us!" the preacher had shouted, earlier, before Tanara had taken the podium. "They came to us in defeat, their beliefs shattered. The goddess lives, and she lives under the surface!" Finally select groups of the surface people had been permitted into the safety of the caverns. Months passed without any more contact with the above ground, and those who ventured out were not permitted back inside. The groups of surface people were asked to speak of the horrors above to groups of Burrowers, which was what Tanara had been doing earlier. The remembrance of the last few weeks of pain, the breaths of air that only coated her lungs with soot, always put Tanara in a saddened mood. It was no wonder that she could not find happiness or comfort in anything. How could she move on if she had to recall the horrors every week? Her people were gone, and she was alone in an underworld full of strangers. A sudden flood of loneliness washed through her body, from the tips of her dark hair to the nails of her long fingers. She stretched her hands in front of her face and looked at them, critically. They were never going to feel the grass again. Tanara didn't know how she felt about that. "Wait," she whispered into the blank nothingness of the caverns. "Come back…I want to talk." He seemed to appear from nothing, to have formed from the dampness in the air, but he was standing in front of her again. His crystal eyes looked at her critically. "I knew you would change your mind," he said, but not at all smug. "I can sense it about you, your loneliness. We need each other, you and I." "What could you possibly have experienced that could compare to my pain?" Tanara snapped. "You still have your home, your people…my whole race is gone. I have nothing." "I have lost those who I loved, and although it may not compare, I'm sure my grief is similar in some ways. You have lost your sun, I have lost mine as well." "I'm sorry," Tanara said, feeling a bit contrite. "I didn't mean to belittle your pain. It's just that…I'm bitter, do you understand?" The Burrower nodded, folding his arms in front of his chest in the way that the Burrowers did. Tanara thought that the position made them look as though they were hugging themselves for warmth, and she speculated that that might have been its origin. "Can I take you somewhere?" he asked, softly. Tanara looked into the dark cave of her sleeping quarters, her cold, lonely bed just beyond the stone entrance. She didn't want to go to it; it held no comfort for her tonight or any other night. "Where?" she asked, tentatively. "A place I go when I am sad," he said, his voice changing slightly. Tanara's sensitive ears picked up the lift in his light voice, heard the change from pain to a little bit of pleasure. The sound gave her hope, and she nodded. "Then take me," she agreed, taking a small step towards the pale Burrower. The Burrower took a few rapid steps through the darkness, and Tanara had to hurry to keep up with him. The people who lived in these caves had gotten used to the lights, and had a lot more confidence in their steps than she did. A rock in the path collided with Tanara's foot, and she fell forward with such force that she barely had time to hold her hands out to catch her body before it hit the hard granite floor. The Burrower stopped and looked over his shoulder, his brow wrinkled in concern. "Are you alright?" he asked with his soft voice. "Yes," Tanara said, pushing herself up to her knees. The Burrower stood still as stone, watching her as she brushed off her clothes, regaining her balance slowly. "You need to go slower, is all." "You surface dwellers are clumsy," the male said, and Tanara thought she would have taken offense if his voice hadn't been so kind. "We are trying to adapt," she said, shrugging. "Soon our children will be chasing your children down the corridors, just you wait and see." "Children," the male murmured. "Do you think that our people will ever mingle our separated genes?" "I hear my people saying that we must keep our blood pure for our return," Tanara confided softly. She cringed at the way her voice bounced off the stone walls. She wished for a voice more like the males, which seemed to roll out of his body and straight to her own. "I'm sorry to hear that," the male said. Tanara hadn't realized how close he was to her, his pale skin nearly touching hers. He was tall for his kind, but still only came to Tanara's shoulder. Tanara was short for her kind, but it made more sense for the Burrowers to be smaller, living underground as they did. Taking a deep breath, Tanara made no effort to move away from him. "Shall we continue?" she asked. "Yes," he answered, and Tanara imagined that she heard a raspy eagerness in his gentle voice. The Burrower reached his hand out towards Tanara, and she took it hesitantly. She didn't want to fall again, and here was the first offer of help she'd received from one of these people since she'd moved underground. From the looks of their pale skin, Tanara had almost imagined that their flesh would be as cold as the granite rocks surrounding them, but instead it was as hot as fire. It felt as though the hottest flames had scorched her hands, but instead of burning in a bad way, it warmed her up inside and out. For the first time since she'd moved away from the life-giving sun, Tanara was truly warmed. A shudder passed through her body. "Is something wrong?" The Burrower asked, pulling his hand away from hers. As their touch separated the cold flooded back through Tanara's body, and gasping, she grabbed for his hand again. "No," she said. "Your skin…it is so warm." Looking concerned, the Burrower touched Tanara's forehead with his other hand. "You are not cold," he said, the words rolling off his tongue. "Not anymore," Tanara said, smiling sincerely at the male in front of her. "I'm glad," he said, his voice even softer than usual. Hand clutching hers, he turned in the tunnel and began to lead her down the dark corridors once again, slower this time. Tanara wasn't frightened at all anymore, all of the uneasy feelings seemed to have vanished when he took her hand and warmed her body to the core. She was almost content to not have the sun's warmth beating on her back with this warmth washing through her body. Ahead, Tanara heard the sound of water. As she followed the burrower, the sound got louder and louder, almost like thunder inside her ears, yet still they progressed through the stone. She followed him into a cloud of mist, the cold drops hitting her face but not damaging the warm feeling in her bones. She imagined that if she let go of his hand at this moment she would be unspeakably cold, but right now it was as comfortable as could be. They took a few more steps into the darkness, and Tanara thought she saw a light up ahead. Then he stopped. A waterfall flowed almost in front of them, its drops falling down the rock into a seemingly bottomless crevice in the rock. Around the fall the walls of the cave had broken away, leaving an empty room surrounding the gigantic flow of water. "Look down," the burrower whispered, his soft voice penetrating the thundering noise of the falls. Tanara tilted her head and looked into the bottomless pit, and gasped to see a glowing light. It wasn't light as she was used to, yellow light from the sun or red light from the flames of the underground. It was a blue light, one that a person could get from a crystal positioned just right in the sun, except the glare was so intense that it seemed to fill the entire cavern. Tanara raised her head again, and the light followed, flowing around her, illuminating everything she could see. "What is this?" she whispered, for the first time her voice resembled the Burrowers, soft and smooth. "They call it 'heavens light'," the Burrower said, still holding tight to Tanara's hand. "They say that it's the light of heaven showing through to us mortals for a few flashes of a moment, to remind us why we are down here and to reassure us that the path is true." "It's amazing," Tanara said, her voice still soft and filled with awe. "I imagine that it's like the suns light," the male said, looking away from the cavern and into Tanara's brown eyes. "Is it?" "No," Tanara said, but at the moment she didn't care about the sun. She was happy to have found this peaceful light inside these caves. It gave her hope that all was not lost. The mist hit her face and cooled her body, although she hadn't been aware until just now that it was hot. Closing her eyes, she let the light penetrate her flesh, warming her like the rays of the yellow sun. Slowly, she moved her hand away from the Burrower, and smiled, as her body didn't lose the warmth he had given her. "It is like the sun," she whispered, contradicting herself. "The sun warms you up inside, filling your bones with yellow warmth. It beats down on your back when you're playing, and tans your body when you lie on the grass. This is the closest thing I've ever felt to it…" "I wish I could have felt the sun," the male whispered, his voice sad. Tanara opened her eyes again and looked at his pale body. His light pink lips were bent in a frown, his blue eyes sparkling with the reflection of the waterfall. "I feel its loss, even if I never saw its glory." A New Beginning Tanara took his hand again, squeezing it in reassurance. "You will feel it some day. I promise." He turned and looked at her, his blue eyes pounding into hers. "Will I?" he asked. "Yes." "My name is Keris," he said softly. "Mine is Tanara," she replied. Turning his body towards her, Keris took Tanara's head in his hands, pulling her face slightly downwards and moving his towards hers. His pink lips touched her red ones, their softness melding together. Tanara felt the warmth more intensely than she ever could have before, flashes of heat flowing through her body like bolts of lightening, lighting her up inside. The blue light pounded against her, and she shut her eyes against its glory as her lips parted slowly to admit the Burrower's hot tongue. He explored her mouth slowly, leisurely, caressing each and every bit of her lips and her own tongue with his own, all the while flashes filled Tanara's being. Keris pulled away, and gasping for breath at the shock of her loss, Tanara opened her eyes to look at him. His face was unreadable, an expression of lust, envy, jealousy, pain, fear, love…all the emotions that Tanara could name were wiped across it. "I have seen the sun through your eyes," Keris whispered. "I now know its loss." Tanara's eyes began to tear, wet drops falling down her cheeks and mingling with the hot mist around her. One Burrower understood, but maybe it wasn't for the best. The only thing worse than one race of mourners was two. Holding out his hand, Keris offered guidance as they left the brightly lit cavern and the two made their way back to the settlement. A New Beginning, Again There is very little sex in this story. It is more about the characters and their situations. As always input from the readers is not only welcomed, but requested. Thank you. * Where to begin? At the beginning, I guess. My name is William; I am about 5ft 8 and 165lbs. Not bad looking but no movie star, just a decent guy you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with. William was my grandfather's name. I have finally reached my golden years, I am 64 and retired. I spent about 9 years in the Army. No I wasn't a Ranger, Navy Seal, or Marine Force Recon. Just a regular guy that made the most of the experience. The Army paid for my college and I had to spend 5 years on active duty after graduating. That was the 9 years. After I got out I had a job in purchasing and supply. I was an inventory control specialist for a little over 20 years and then retired at the ripe old age of 50. While at that job, I used my college education to develop a software program to control inventory. It was a big success and I sold the program for a small fortune. I also receive a percentage of all programs sold. In addition my grandfather left me a small piece of land when he died, about 300 acres. The land was right where a developer wanted to build a resort and golf course. They offered to buy and I took the money and ran. My grandfather always said the piece of property was only good for raising snakes and raising hell on, so I sold it. I know my grandfather is laughing his ass off at the developer for paying that much for that piece of high desert. All of this is to show, that money is not a problem. I can buy just about anything I want and everything I need. A NEW BEGINNING My first wife was Mary. When we met she reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. No she didn't really look like her, other than the blonde hair. I mean Mary had that same voluptuous body. That same built for sex and drive men crazy body. An hour glass figure with big breasts and a great ass. God, I loved her ass. I was 22, young and full of cum, and she was 18. I had just finished college and began my Army enlistment. She was the sister of one of my fraternity brothers, Bob. A good Catholic girl dating a good Catholic boy, so everyone thought. You see this good Catholic boy was already married. One day the truth came out and her family's world (and her's) collapsed. She thought she was in love. Mary's brother, Bob, called me and asks me to take her out. She needed to get out of the house he said. She was just sitting around in a blue funk. First of all I don't like blind dates at all. Never been on one that I didn't need a lot of booze to make it thru the date. Second, my idea of a good time didn't include sitting with a girl all night as she cried about her lost love. He almost begged me and said he would pay for everything, even the drinks. Well now, free booze, free food and do a good deed too. I'm your man. I went to the family home to pick up Mary for our date. Her brother answered the door and let me in. Both Mary and her brother lived with their parents, just waiting to spread their wings and fly away but living off the parents in the mean time. Anyway, Bob let me in and Mary came to meet me. I was dead meat from that moment on. Bob introduced me and she shook my hand. When I touched her hand I swear there was a spark that nothing to do with static electricity. From that first touch, that first look into her green eyes and that first hello with her very sexy voice, I was in love. I didn't care if she was intelligent, I didn't care about her politics, I didn't care about her religion, and I just didn't care. All I wanted to do was put my arms around her, love her to death and protect her from the cruel world. It wasn't that I was inexperienced or unfamiliar with women. I was considered as something of a cock hound. Well my frat brothers always said I would screw an alligator if someone would drain the swamp. Almost right, I was something of a player. Lots of girls, lots of dates, lots of sex, and never got serious. But, Mary just knocked the wind right out of my sails. I came to her house on a mission of mercy. This cool college man going to help show her that the world was still there and I left that night almost her slave. Needless to say, that night was the best blind date I had ever had. She was attentive, sexy, and very affectionate. I thought she was trying to swab my tonsils as I kissed her good night. Mary allowed me to take her places and to be at her beck and call for 2 years before we got married. For the first year, I tried every trick I knew to get in her pants. No such luck, she was waiting for marriage. Every time I thought, this is bullshit I need to get laid, I'm leaving, she would show me a little more love and I was hooked all over again. First I was allowed to touch her breasts outside of her shirt, then under the shirt but over the bra. Next I got to touch her naked tits, then her knee and then high up on her thigh and finally her pussy but only outside of her panties. She would rub my hard on, but only outside of my pants. I was wrapped up and couldn't get away. Now I was a guy that would date a girl once and the next date we hit the sheets or it was over. Always more women around and I wouldn't waste my time on girls who wanted a relationship first. Not me, pay up ladies, I have invested my time and expect to be rewarded. (I was quite an asshole sometimes). It wasn't that Mary was frigid, she would breathe heavy, rub herself against me and try and stick her tongue down my throat. She would just allow me to do enough to keep me interested in the game. When I asked her to marry me after about a year and a half, she said, yes of course. Mary decided she wouldn't wait for marriage and she then began to try and kill me with sex. She really liked sex a lot. Well we got married and began our life together. I was in heaven. Sex every day, several times a day. Mary being Catholic she didn't want to use any birth control except the old standby rhythm method. Now being constantly horny and in love and lust that type of contraception led to Mary getting pregnant after 2 months. Oh well, we both wanted kids, just not quite that soon. I was stationed in our home town and basically had a 9 to 5 job and home almost every night for dinner. Just as we found out she was with child, I was deployed overseas. It was my first deployment away from home. The rest of the bad news was that my wife could not join me. I had to leave for about 18 months. Mary was to stay in our small apartment while I was gone. She would have her family to help her and look after her. However I was able to make it home for the birth of our son, William Jr. We didn't get a chance for sex while I was home, but had a lot of cuddle time. As I was getting ready to leave, a friend told me to watch my woman. I ask what he meant and he told me she had been seen at the local watering hole during the first three months of her pregnancy having a good time dancing and so on. He said also said she didn't always leave alone. I couldn't believe she would do that. The old adage "Trust but verify" came into play. Before I left I had a couple of friends that owed me big time to keep an eye on Mary while I finished my deployment. I continued to call and write to Mary for the last few months of my deployment. Even made it home once or twice during that time. Mary seemed very glad to see me and we tried to make up for the lack of sex we had been missing. Well, at least I had been missing. I came back from overseas and again was stationed in my home town. My two friends, whose help I had enlisted, met me at our favorite watering hole about 1 week after I got home. John and Ray bought the first round and we sat at a booth in the back. Ray handed me a large envelope and said "Brace yourself hoss." I felt a hole open up in my chest before I even opened the envelope. Inside were pictures of Mary and other men. That's right men as in more than one. Mary dancing, hugging, kissing and pictures that were much more graphic and damning. My world just fell in on me. I began to shake and had to run to the latrine. I puked up everything I had to eat or drink for the last two days; at least that was the way it felt. Pulling myself back together, I returned to the booth. There was a bottle of Jack Daniels and 3 glasses. Drink number one. "Okay, tell me about it," I said. I took a deep breath and waited for my world to end. Ray started, "Just about every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Mary would show up at the Wagon Wheel. You know they have got live music on those nights. Well, it seems she became a special friend to the band, not only a member of the band but the entire band and the bands entourage. She would dance, drink and cuddle with the friends of the guys in the band. When the band took a break, she would sometimes go out to their van with one or more of the band members. Some of those pictures were from those times. On some nights Mary would leave with the band. I waited in front of you apartment a couple of times and she seldom got home before daylight. One time she left with the band on Friday and didn't come home until Monday morning about 5 A.M. That's the truth William and I'm just as sorry as hell about it." Drink number two. I sat there and listened to Ray and felt the hole in my chest get bigger and bigger until I was totally empty. "Son of a bitch," I screamed. John waved away the bouncer that started over to our booth. Drink number three. All I could think about was my son and the end of our little family. "What are you going to do now William?" ask John. "I have to throw the cheating bitch out and try to get over this some way." I sat and took a couple of deep breaths. "Thanks guys, you are good friends. I know you like Mary and screwing around hurt you too. I'll talk to you guys in a couple of days, I have to go home and do some house cleaning." Drink number four. I left the bar, jumped in my car and drove carefully home. Last thing I needed was a DUI. Mary looked up as I came in the door and asked "Where have you been? Oh never mind, I can smell the Jack on you." "Met up with John and Ray and decided to have a few drinks to celebrate my homecoming. We went down to the Wagon Wheel, you know that little dance place on 5th street." Mary's face turned pale and she said "Don't know the place, I've never been there. I put you dinner in the oven, should still be warm. I wish you would let me know when you're going to be late." She just rattled on and on to hide her reaction. Right to my face. She lied right to my face."It was just the guys, honey. We wasn't dancing or cuddling with women. Just the guys." Mary looked at me quickly when I said that. "I heard they have a band on the weekends. Maybe we can go this Friday night for a little us time. What do you think hon?" Mary looked at me, I guess she was trying to see if I knew something. "I don't want to go to some smokey dive full of drunks. Let's go out for a nice dinner and a movie. Just you and I, Mom can watch Billy and we can make a real night of it." "Okay with me. I thought you might want to go dancing. You used to like to dance and we haven't been dancing in a long time." Mary was having a hard time with my little digs. She didn't know if I suspected something or what. Now is the time to hit her with my evidence. "You know the Wagon Wheel has other types of entertainment too. I have some pictures here of other things that goes on there. Take a look." I slid the envelope across the table to her. Mary had a puzzled look on her face. She knew the Wagon Wheel didn't have any other entertainment. As she pulled out the pictures and began to look at them her face became deathly pale. It seemed all the blood left her face. She looked at several pictures and the blood came rushing back to her face and she was beet red. Mary started to sway as her legs gave out. She tried to sit down, missed the chair and fell on her ass. "What? How did you? Oh no, oh god, on no" Mary kept repeating over and over for 3 or 4 minutes. "Please let me explain. It's not what you think." The typical bullshit spouted by every cheater in history. "Explain what Mary? My loving wife being a whore and a slut. Is that what you want to explain? I only need to know one thing Mary. Not a long explanation, no excuses, no bullshit. What I need to know is why? Why would you show such a lack of respect for me, our family and our marriage? Tell me that now. No bullshit, no spin, just the truth. WHY? Shut the fuck up, quit the sobbing and answer my question, you bitch. WHY?" She was still sitting on the floor and sobbing almost out of control. I picked her up and put her in a chair. Mary got some control of herself and began her tale of woe. You have heard it all before. I was gone, she got lonesome, she just wanted to have a little fun and it got out of hand. She couldn't seem to stop herself. She didn't want to hurt me, she stopped once I returned home, and she would never do it again. Please give her another chance and let her make it up to me. Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit. "Did having a little fun include pulling the train with all the band members and their friends, Mary? Did it mean leaving the house on Friday evening and not returning until Monday morning? Where was Billy while you were out whoring? Did you take precautions or did you stick to you Catholic ideas of birth control?" "Billy always was taken care of first. My mom took care of him or I had Julie, next door, babysit for me. I would return the favor for her on the nights I stayed home. As for the men I made them wear rubbers except when I knew I couldn't get pregnant because I was in a safe part of my cycle." "So you fucked them bareback. How about STDs? Ever stop to think that a bunch of musicians, who fuck girls all over the country, might not be the safest partners for unprotected sex. You whore; no I shouldn't call you a whore. Calling you a whore gives whores a bad name. You are just a slut, and a stupid slut at that." Mary began to cry again and said, "I didn't think, I just did. I'm so very sorry William. I love you so much. Please, can't we get past this? I don't want to lose you or our family." "You have got to be shitting me. I'm sorry, I love you and I am supposed to just forgive and forget. Not in this life time, bitch. I don't see any way to get past this. Your disregard for what could have happen, your lack of respect for me and Billy has pretty much killed any chance for us. If you had just fucked one guy, one time, I might be able to get over it. That wasn't enough for you. You had to turn into a complete slut and do all those guys all those times. Fuck you! You don't deserve any consideration, compassion or understanding. There is only one way that your cheating ass is not going to be kicked out right now. Do you want to know what that way is?" She looked up at me with a little hope in her eyes and said, "Oh yes, please tell me how I can make this up to you." "You can stay for now, but there will be several conditions and requirements of you. We will continue to live here, not together as a couple, but still in my apartment. However we won't sleep in the same bed, you can sleep in Billy's room. I couldn't stand to be in the same bed with you. You will cook, clean, do laundry and generally be a housekeeper. We will be sort of roommates and your duties will pay you share of the rent and your food. It goes without saying that you will take good care of Billy and be an exceptional mother. No more fostering him off on your mom or the neighbors. Understood?" "Yes William. I understand and thank you for not kicking me out. I will make it up to you, you'll see." "Don't misunderstand Mary, this is not a way for us to reconcile or get over this. I'm allowing this because it is what is best for Billy. He needs both of us right now." "As he gets older that will change and we will have to see what happens then. Just remember, you are on a very, very short leash. One slip and you are gone. No more nights at the Wagon Wheel or anywhere else. Your days of being the life and slut of the party are over. No contact with any of those assholes at all. If they call you, tell them to leave you alone. If you meet while you are out, you cross the street to stay away from them. You are to have no contact with them at all, no phone calls, no emails, no letters not even ESP. Stay the fuck away from them. They helped destroy my home and the only reason they will remain alive, is my son needs me here not in jail. Will you agree with these conditions or will you leave now? If you decide you can't or won't live this way, pack you stuff and leave. I will file for divorce on grounds of adultery tomorrow. I will use those grounds to get custody of our son and keep you cheating ass away from him. By the way where is Billy?" "Billy is next door at Julie's." "I am going over to get Billy. We will be gone for about an hour. If you decide to stay, start dinner. When I come back, have dinner ready and your stuff moved into Billy's room. I'm done talking." When I got back, dinner was on the table waiting for us. So started the first day of the rest of my life. What a fucking joke. I know the members of the band were just having a good time. Some slag comes on to them and they did what comes naturally. The problem is she was my wife and in my mind they overstepped the boundaries. About two weeks after our new arrangement started, I made a little trip to the Wagon Wheel to hear this great band playing there. I was waiting outside at the back of the building when two of the band members stepped outside for a break. They got a break alright. One sustained a broken knee and couldn't play the drums for several months. The other got a broken shoulder and he also couldn't play for a few months. He was the lead guitar player I think. I prefer a good old wooden Louisville Slugger (as opposed to an aluminum bat) as it makes less noise when it hits bone, don't you know. No one was ever arrested for the attack. Seems it was very dark and neither guy could see the man that jumped them. Too Bad. So Sad. Mary lived up to her end of the bargain for the next few years. She tried a few times to talk about "us", but I shut her down very quickly every time. After I got out of the service we moved to a house. I had my job in purchasing/supply making pretty good money. Mary stayed home and took care of Billy and the house. She really was a good cook and housekeeper. Our life was okay, not great but no fights and at least we were polite and friendly. Too bad, we could have had so much more. But the system was working as far as I was concerned. My 30th birthday came around and I was wondering where my life was going. This situation couldn't keep on forever; at least I didn't believe so. Billy was about 7 and had accepted that his mother and father were not living like most moms and dads. He seemed okay with his home life. Our son was the best thing that came out of our marriage. He was smart, handsome, and very outgoing. All and all, a very nice boy. (I think he was an exceptional young man, but then I am his father) The day after my birthday Mary asked if we could talk that evening after Billy went to sleep. "Not if it's the same old song and dance about getting past this or can't I forgive you," I said. Mary cringed a little at the dance comment. "No this is something different." "Okay, after Billy is asleep we can talk." About 8, Mary asked me if now was a good time. "It's you dime, start talking," I answered. Mary hit me with something I knew had to be coming sometime. "William, I can't continue to live like this. You have been very good about not throwing things up to me. Overall, you have treated me very well. Better than I deserved. Even though my actions don't say so, I did and do love more than anything or anyone. The things I did were disrespectful, stupid, and unacceptable. I understand and I really am very sorry, but I feel I have been punished long enough. If you can't forgive me and let us go on as a real couple, then I need to leave. Billy had adapted well, and I don't believe he will have any serious problems if we are not living together. That is why I have brought this up now. Is there any chance for us?"