3 comments/ 79195 views/ 2 favorites Discretion By: MarciaR Adapted from the Short Story, "Candid Camera" by Ann Douglas. Used by Permission of the Author Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. "Quit feeling sorry for yourself," she muttered, as the door opened. "You knew the deal." Which wasn't much help, when everyone else in the LaSalle building was up in the Starlight Lounge. This year, held on the sixty-ninth floor, the Christmas party was "the" event of the year. Or at least the event of the season. "You're working tonight, so live with it, bitch." Calling herself bitch always helped. Blue-eyed and blonde, with shoulder length hair, Denise was a part-time security guard, and a part-time student. In the mornings she attended Northwestern University, then spent six of her seven evenings watching the floors. Boring, but the money was good. And she had time to study. Best of all? Tuition reimbursement. This alone, made the employment worthwhile. Entering the security station (the fishbowl as everyone called it), Denise said hello to Ed Simeon, then dumped her gym bag in the corner. "And a good evening to you," Ed replied, not looking up from his book. A retired Chicago city cop, Ed was roundly robust, gray as a battleship, and miserably funny. The father of six, he had fifteen grandchildren, half a dozen of whom were older than Denise. He liked his newest employee enough to let her come in late sometimes, and to leave early. Denise enjoyed his attention, also knew Ed would never act upon it. She knew that for sure: he had already had the chance. Retrieving her bag from the floor, Denise dumped it on the counter. "Quiet night?" she asked. Ed said, "Quiet as a tomb." He finally looked up. "Everyone's up at the party." Denise scowled. She muttered, "The least they could have done was rescheduled us in shifts." Ed laughed. "You got a lot to learn, kid." Denise gave him the finger. Then she stuck out her tongue. Then, to show him Ed still loved him, she blew him a kiss. "Tart." "I am not." "You are if I say you are. I'm the boss." Denise went, "Oooooooo," and flipped him off again. She loved her Ed Simeon. Even if he were a pain. Unzipping the bag, Denise removed a large textbook and a binder full of notes. "You going?" she asked. Looking at her with a neutral expression, Ed said, "Yes. I wish you could too, but one of us has to be here, and it ain't gonna be me." Denise tucked hair behind her right ear. "I got plenty to keep me busy," she said. "Besides," and here she grinned cutely, "someone has to guard the file cabinets and chairs." Ed laughed. Then he grew serious. "What about that dress of your's?" "What dress?" Denise said, looking pointedly at the book. "The dress you bought for this party," he said. "That dress." Denise said, "Oh. You knew about that?" "Nothing escapes me," Ed said. "You should know that by now." Denise laughed. "I'm beginning to learn that." She put the book on the counter--her Comparative Literature text--and opened the binder. "It's okay," she said. "Really. I'll wear it sometime." Your wedding day, perhaps? "You enjoy yourself for us both," she said. Ed remained silent and Denise let the silence extend. Come on, her inner voice nagged. He's older than your dad. So what, she thought. Daddy's good looking, and so is Ed Simeon. Slut. Cunt. Don't call me that. Then Leave me alone, Annie. Anne was Denise's middle name, also the name of her inner voice, with whom she had conversed with since childhood. Annie was her best--and sometimes only--friend. Ed rose, and began gathering his things. "Beth said to thank you for coming in early. She wanted a jump on the party, and you gave her that." Denise said, "Then go and enjoy it, old man, and stop bugging me." Then Ed did something that both shocked Denise and thrilled her. Coming up behind her, he slapped Denise smartly on the tail, then kissed her cheek. "Merry Christmas, stooge." Denise grew incredibly red. She blurted, "Ed!" and then burst out laughing. "Get out of here, you!" she cried. "Before I call your wife!" Ed went laughing to the door. "By the way," he said. "Don't ask why, but they installed cameras in four copy rooms downstairs." He shrugged. "Guess someone's been stealing the toner. Or mooning the machines. Either way, don't say I didn't warn you." He looked at Denise over his glasses. "I know what goes on down there, after hours." Denise, already lit up like a Roman candle, violently shook her head. "Not me!" she denied. "Not on your life." Then she broke out laughing and exclaimed: "At least not here!" Grinning hugely, Ed stood undecidedly in the door. Then he gave her a wave and let the door close. Denise listened to his footfalls receding down the hall. "Whew!" she said, fanning her face. "That was intense." Had Ed actually just whacked her? Oh, yes, her inner voice said. He most certainly did. Then Annie warned: That man, despite what you think, Denise, wants to fuck you, really bad. Her face hot enough to melt ice at fifty yards, Denise had to agree. * * * The fishbowl to herself, Denise put up her feet and leaned back in Ed's high-backed chair. She watched the monitors flicker. Stretching mightily, she emitted a loud, "Ummmm!" making joints everywhere pop. She yawned really wide. "I need a good fuck," she declared. Giggling, she looked quickly around the room. Then she said it again, more loudly. "I need a really good fuck." Then she sighed and leaned back in the chair. Well, you won't get it here, Annie said. Not even if Ed comes back. "Which is pretty okay," she replied. "Because he'd probably kill me." You're not that out of practice, Annie said. "Out of practice enough." It's only been six months. "Yes, six long months," Denise said. "Now leave me alone. I gotta work." Scanning the bank of monitors, Denise got out the log, and started making notes. This was the dreariest part of her night, the constant writing of notes. Management thought (correctly, too) that if you didn't make notes, then you weren't watching the monitors, and if you weren't watching the monitors, then security was shot. Security, Denise thought. What security? The reality of it was--there was no security. The week before Denise got her job, a twenty-six-year old woman on the tenth floor was raped. Caught by two men in the stairwell after hours, they bound her wrists with her own pantyhose, then spent the next hour raping her mouth. Then they took turns raping her ass. Then they raped her mouth again, right out of her ass. Deciding she was too much fun for only the two, one of the rapists called two of his buddies on his cell phone and invited them in. They hurried on over. This woman had three daughters and a husband at home. Denise understood she was very pretty, but very demur. They left her spread-eagled on the eleventh floor landing, her ankles and wrists bound to the stair posts. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth and her pantyhose yanked down over her head. They left alligator clips on both of her nipples and one on her clitoris. Evidently, leaving the garage that day for lunch, the woman had inadvertently cut off one of the men. He vented his rage that evening. Now, there were cameras in all the stairwells. Sighing, Denise picked up her book and began to read. She kept away thoughts of the party. She kept away thoughts of her girlfriend--ex-girlfriend, excuse me--Meredith Wentz. Since they'd broken up (was it really six months?) Denise found herself more, and less interested in sex. More with the men that she met, and less with the women. Truth was, for the first time in her life, Denise's interests seemed pretty well split. She'd kiss a penis or a pussy, whichever came first. Yeah, right, she thought. Stop with the fucking jokes. Truth was, Denise felt practically sexless. "But I still need a fuck," she said. Well you're not gonna get it here, Annie retorted. You need to date. "I don't want to date." You just want to fuck. "That's right." Then go and fuck Ed Simeon. "Maybe I will," she said. "So there." * * * Two hours had elapsed. Per the ever watchful eyes of the cameras, everything was fine. The party up in the lounge was in full swing--she'd turned that monitor off an hour ago--and aside from the desk guard downstairs, Denise doubted another soul was loose in the building. She sighed. Then she sat up. Was that Jane Marsh? Walking down the east corridor on level ten? "Hello there, Jane Marsh," Denise whispered. "What are we doing tonight?" For two months now, Denise had suffered a crush on Jane Marsh. Ten years older than Denise, Jane had short, coal black hair, a finely featured face, a trimly kept body, and great big black eyes. Denise loved her black eyes. A senior account executive with Bear Stearns, Jane was invariably well dressed. For the party tonight, she wore a sequined black gown, full length to the floor, with a low back and a modestly cut bodice. She wore black heels. Working out in the gym every night, often at the time Denise took break, Jane and Denise had struck up a friendship. Getting a forty-five-minute workout daily helped Denise stay in shape, but she was fooling herself about Jane Marsh. The woman politely but firmly rebuffed even her half-hearted advance, which Denise had not even deliberately made. "I couldn't even buy you a drink," the twenty-year old sighed. She sharpened the image on the display, only to loose Jane beneath the camera. She did not reappear on the next monitor in line. "Where did you go?" she said, switching between views. There! Just entering the tenth floor copy room. The tenth floor copy room? What was she doing in there? Looking at the status reports, Denise discovered that Jane's destination was one of the newly monitored locations. And the camera was concealed. Switching on the feed, Denise leaned forward to watch. She found Jane, unexpectedly were glasses, standing at the big photocopier, punching numbers into the keypad. What, Denise wondered, was she doing? A senior account executive, making her own copies? "And since when do you wear glasses?" Denise asked. Then she grinned. Most women looked cute in glasses and Jane was no exception. Denise hated herself in glasses. Meredith wore glasses, she thought. Oh, shut up, she told herself. Denise tried to go back to her studies, but her eyes kept lifting to the display. Finally, she turned off the feed. "If she want's to make copies," she said. "Let her." Five minutes later, Denise turned back on the feed. She watched as Jane fed one sheet at a time to the copier, then returned it to the folder. She appeared in no hurry at all. "Will you go back to the party," Denise groaned. "Please?" Then Annie cleared her throat. Maybe, she said, that's something she's not supposed to be copying. "What?" Denise said, aloud. Then she grimaced. "Man, don't be telling me that. I don't want her in trouble." But, even as she leaned forward again, her hand went to the security phone. Suddenly, she didn't want to be there. Why me? she thought. Why now? Don't you know someone is watching? No, she answered herself. She doesn't. Picking up the telephone, Denise speed-dialed Ed Simeon's beeper, then hung up before it could ring. "Come, on," she admonished. "Stop fucking around and call." She dialed again, and then hung up again. "Now," she said. "You're really pissing me off!" Rising, Denise was about to go downstairs, when a second woman entered the room. "What is this?" she mused. She watched the second woman shut and lock the door, and suddenly she bit her nail. "Don't you tell me," she said, slowly. "Don't you fucking dare." The new arrival was someone Denise recognized, but didn't really know. She had curly brown hair, cut very short, and moved with a tom-boyish grace. It was Christine, or Krystal or something like that. No, Denise thought; her name was Kristen. Kristen Fishlaw. A year or two older than Denise, Kristen was decidedly cute, but obviously a dyke. Denise liked a woman to look like a woman, not an imitation man. Making sure the camera was recording, Denise sat back down. She felt decidedly on edge. Come, on, she thought. You can't really be jealous. And why not? Annie asked. Because I hardly know her, that's why. And besides--she laughed, aloud--this isn't what it looks. Oh, really? Then tell me what it is, then. Denise grumbled, "Just wait and see." The women immediately became engaged in a spirited discussion, having nothing to do with the machine. The copier ran on, ignored. Standing before Jane in a way that confirmed Denise's fears, Kristen raised both her hand and her voice, and that's when Denise saw it. At the bottom of the screen was a small icon, in the shape of a speaker; the camera had audio. Leaping forward, Denise banged on the keyboard, and the sound turned on. Right away she knew Kristen was drunk. Or very close to it. "Bullshit!" shouted Kristen. "You left because of me!" Jane's face was very tight. "I left because of this," she shot back. "Not because of you. I told you to stay at the party." "I didn't want to stay," Kristen complained. "Not without you!" Jane angrily shook her head. "You're drinking way too much. You can hardly stand up." "Then lie down with me!" Kristen whined. "On the floor!" She hiccuped, loudly. "We could do that!" Denise seriously doubted this, not with them both in gowns. Dressed in a very low-backed red dress (Denise could see the dimple in the small of Kristen's back), with a matching low bodice, this was the most feminine Kristen had ever appeared. She looked very alluring. And she wore no brassiere. Jane laughed. "We've been through this how often, Kristen? A hundred times?" She tapped the younger girl's forehead, lightly. "Discretion, Kristen. D-i-s-c-r--" Kristen interrupted: "I know how to spell, Jane, goddamn it." She pushed Jane's hand away. "You just don't know how to use it," Jane scolded. Like a junior high school girl, Kristen pushed out her lower lip. Jane fought off a smile, then said: "Look, we'll go back in a minute, okay? Hand in hand, if you'd like. Now, please be a good girl, and let me finish?" Kristen stuck a finger between her teeth. "You promise?" "I promise!" Jane exploded. Then she laughed. "I don't know what I see in you, you brainless little twit." This made Kristen giggle--and Denise groan. Suddenly, Kristen bent forward and planted a kiss on Jane's mouth. Jane hadn't the time to move. Her eyes opened comically wide, and she hissed, "Don't do that!" looking all around. "Something weird's been going on." But she looked directly at the ceiling, at the location of the hidden lens, giving Denise a nasty start. Kristen only grinned and leaned forward again, hands behind her back. Denise knew they would kiss. "God damn it," she said, slapping the top of the desk. "You fucking bitch!" She sat back in a huff, arms clamped over her chest, fuming mad and grinning madly. She laughed, bitterly, saying, "You fucking bitch," again, but she didn't stop watching. * * * You should have bought her that drink, Annie remarked. Denise mumbled. "Somebody obviously did." It was five minutes later and there was no denying her arousal. Denise gulped loudly. She resisted turning off the feed. She watched the two women kiss. The two had started off slowly enough, Jane returning Kristen's kiss almost with restraint. But, as the kiss endured, hands began to move and positions began to change. Presently, Kristen's left hand was now cupped over Jane's right breast, and Jane's hand was behind Kristen's neck. There was no doubt about it; the women enjoyed their kiss. "Smile, ladies," Denise whispered. "You're on Candid Camera." Then she sat back, feeling sudden guilt over her voyeurism, and both guilt and embarrassment over her arousal. She felt zeroed in on herself. Looking carefully about the room, Denise got up and inspected the air conditioner vents and the various pieces of equipment. She looked for any telltale dark spot or circular shape. She knew the search was hopeless, as any search of the copy room downstairs would be. Some cameras were not meant to be found. They could watch you through an opening no larger than a nail head. Denise gave up. Returning to the desk, Denise found the two women even more aroused. Kristen had Jane backed against the copier and was kissing her neck. Her left hand was between Jane's legs, caressing her inner thigh. Jane's legs were widespread. Sitting down in Ed Simeon's chair, Denise let her own legs spread wide. Her breathing had deepened, and her heart rate increased. Her hands wanted to touch her own body. She forbade them. I am so horny, she thought. So am I, agreed Annie. Our nipples are hard. Looking down at her chest, Denise saw this was true. Twin points stood out on her shirt. "That is so embarrassing," she said. But, she did not rub them down. And no way could Denise ignore the heat between her legs. She spread her legs farther. I can't do this, she thought. And why is that? You know why! she shot back. Cameras! Hmmm, Annie went. Then she said: Maybe Jane thinks the same thing. "What?" Denise asked, aloud. Annie said: She's definitely checking the ceiling. Denise sat forward and saw this also was true. Jane was not as deeply into lovemaking as Kristen believed. As Kristen kissed every part of her neck, Jane's eyes scanned. She scanned every inch. For a second time, her eyes trained directly on the lens and Denise thought: She feels me. She feels me watching. She reached for the controls. Don't you dare touch that! Annie! she protested. It isn't right! I can't spy on them like this. It's...it's... Exciting? "Disgraceful!" she said, killing the feed. Annie harrumphed. I don't believe this. "I don't believe it either," Denise said, sitting back. "I am such a wuss." She sat there five minutes, lower lip stuck out, staring at the empty screen. Then she thought: If she suspected a camera, why didn't she stop? Duh! Annie said. I tried to tell you! Denise sat up, ramrod straight. "Are you saying--" she said, aloud. That she was looking for you? Well, finally! Denise shook her head. "I can't believe that! After she blew me off?" Patiently, Annie explained: D-i-s-c-r... "-estion!" Denise finished. "Of course!" Then she became indignant. "But why with her! That stupid little twit! I'm not a stupid little twit!" Brainless little twit, Annie corrected. "Whatever!" Denise exclaimed. She switched back on the feed. Downstairs, Jane was sitting in a swivel chair, and Kristen was between her legs. This gave Denise an even nastier start, until she realized Jane dress was still down and Kristen's head was in her lap. "Whew," Denise said. "I thought they were..." They will, Annie said. Just give them time. Denise shook her head. "I'm not sure I can watch. I'm too jealous." Her whole body underwent a strong shiver. "I have to turn it off." You won't. Don't tell me I won't! I will if I want. Annie laughed. I've lived with you twenty years, Denise. I think I know you. "Fucking bitch," Denise murmured. On screen, Kristen raised her head and placed both hands on Jane's thighs. They talked too softly for Denise to hear. She picked up only a murmur. Then Kristen reached up and slid the straps off Jane's shoulders, and lowered the gown. This exposed Jane's strapless brassiere. Like her gown, it was black. Then Kristen took the tops of the cups in her hands and pulled them down also, exposing Jane's breasts. Denise almost shut down the feed. She did shut her eyes. Discretion Has Its Rewards Note: This story involves interaction between two men for the pleasure of an adventurous woman. If this possibility offends you, then I would seek another story. My name is Craig, I'm twenty-five. Until a year ago, I was still looking for a real job, and working at my Uncle's tailoring business while finishing my Master's degree. My Uncle suggested that working for him might allow some networking opportunities, and as it turned-out he was right; though not in the way he imagined. I didn't care much for working in the shop. It wasn't hard work, but it just didn't interest me. Uncle Phil owned a well regarded business in hand-crafted suits. His clients were usually older CEO types who appreciated quality and service above all else. My Uncle taught me how to take measurements, suggest the correct fabrics, and to give the customer whatever they wanted...be it monogrammed buttons or personal home delivery. It was the service that kept people coming, and I knew how to play the game. One client in particular was often a royal pain-in-the-ass. Eric Clay is one of those guys that moved directly into a high position within his Daddy's company. He was maybe thirty-four, good looking, well-built, and behaved with an air of entitlement. I didn't really dislike him, but he was a bit too cocky, in my estimation. Mr. Clay usually requested me to do his fittings, though I had little understanding why. He preferred a more modern, trim, European-style fit. Since I wore the same style and had a similar build, he decided I knew more about it than my Uncle. His most annoying habit was to wander around the fitting area in just his skin-tight boxer briefs while swapping different pairs of trousers. I could honestly care less, but it was just unnecessary. Other clients would use the changing rooms...why not him? One evening, Mr. Clay arrived ten minutes before closing to do his final fitting, and brought his wife along. I often felt he did this on purpose, just to feel like he was getting extra attention by forcing me to work past normal hours to accommodate him. On this occasion, I didn't mind. His wife was a beautiful woman, perfectly proportioned, with shoulder-length dark hair and hazel eyes. I learned from past conversations that they had met during one his playboy vacations on the Canary Islands. She carried herself with an exotic, sexy attitude that fit well with her Spanish looks and sultry demeanor. "We went with a different style of pocket, to ensure the fabric would drape properly." I said, as Mr. Clay pulled-on his trousers. "I hope you find the change acceptable." "Yes...this is fine." He replied, almost dismissively. "What do you think, Carmen? Should this be the suit for the next board meeting?" "You look very handsome." She said, stepping behind him and running a hand over his ass. "Just don't leave the crotch too low...I hate having to fight with all that fabric." Carmen said, cupping his groin and looking over her shoulder to wink at me. "My apologies, sir...my wife can be too bold for her own good." He said, pulling her away and kissing the top of her hand. "This is nice. Did you find a nice shade of blue like these?" The lady said, running a finger down the front of my thigh. "Your tailor seems to have good taste." There was a long, awkward pause before I found a way to break the tension. "Um...yes...Mr. Clay chose a quality merino wool. You should try these as well." I said, sounding as professional as I could muster while handing him the dark blue pants. I was hardly surprised as Mr. Clay dropped his pants on-the-spot to try the other pair, but I was a little shocked to see him sporting a semi-erection in his briefs. Not that I could blame him, I had a slight swelling of my own. He changed pants as though nothing happened, and I went about the task of checking the waist and inseam. "How about you...Craig?" the lady said, pausing to take a business card from my shirt pocket and reading my name. "Is your better half as fussy as I am? "I'm without a better-half for the moment, ma'am. Not everyone can be as lucky as Mr. Clay." I said, finishing the last pin on the hem of his pants. "These should be ready by tomorrow afternoon." "Good...I'll have Carmen pick them up." He replied, changing back into his casual clothes. "Ooh...that may be difficult, my sweet. I have a fussy garden party, and simply won't have the time. Perhaps Craig can deliver them tomorrow evening? I know you'll want them for the next meeting." Mr. Clay glanced at me, and back toward his wife, before kissing her on the cheek. "Yes, that may be best. Time is running short this week." Fortunately, I didn't have class tomorrow night, and thought this could be a way of getting a good tip...though the likelihood wasn't strong. "Should I arrive at the address on file, and what time would you prefer?" Mr. Clay started to speak, when Carmen cut him off. "We would be most pleased if you could arrive at our condo at nine. Feel free to dress casually." She said, tucking my business card into my back pocket. I couldn't help but feel envious as I watched them leave the shop hand-in-hand. They were an extremely attractive couple, and felt certain the arrogant ass was going to get laid tonight. The two months since my last girlfriend left to take a job in Seattle was beginning to feel like an eternity of lonely nights. ++++++++++++++++ I arrived at the Clay's downtown condo exactly at nine o'clock. Not wanting to seem like I ignored his wife, I changed into a pair of chino's and a polo shirt that didn't make me look out-of-place in the high-rent district. The doorman showed me to an elevator and sent me to the appropriate floor with his key. I arrived on a floor with an entrance to only one condo, and rang the door bell. Mr. Clay opened the door dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that probably cost an obscene amount of money for what they were. "Prompt...I like it when people are prompt. From what know of you, I expected nothing else." He said, surprising me that he paid attention to anything I might have said over the past two years. "Would you like to try them on again, sir?" I asked, hoping to get out of there soon. "No, the fit was fine last night. I'm sure the minor changes are as well. Come with me, there is something else that you may be able to help me with." I just knew he was going to take me to his closet and load me down with jackets and other shit that I'd have to take back to the shop with a million adjustments and repairs. You could have knocked me down with a feather when I followed him into a large bedroom with huge windows overlooking the city, dim lighting and several flickering candles. The most notable feature was his nude wife, bound to the bed with soft restraints, a man's tie loosely wrapped around her head as a blindfold, and a dildo stuffed into her pussy. She was writhing on the bed, her nipples hard and soft moans escaping from her lips. "Have a seat Craig." Said Mr. Clay, pointing to a chair that faced the foot of the bed. I sat down, stunned and shocked at what I was witnessing. My eyes locked on Carmen's perfect body. Mr. Clay walked calmly to the side of the bed, pinched her left nipple and then gently prodded the fake phallus between her legs. "My wife and I share a unique relationship and some unusual common interests. Despite what you might think at the moment, we are very private people. Rarely, we make invitations to people we think can honor our privacy and respect our trust." He said, tracing a finger around his wife's mouth and then allowing her to suck on it. My mind was fogged. Carmen was unbelievably gorgeous as she twisted on the bed, her arms and legs splayed wide-open with silky restraints that would have been easy to escape. My cock swelled painfully with my pants as I tried to absorb what was happening. "I'll be blunt with you, Craig. I hate beating around the bush." He said, squeezing the arousal that tented his jeans. "My wife loves cum. There are times she'd like to take men all night just to fill herself with hot cum. That kind of play is out of the question...too many people knowing something that intimate could be dangerous and expensive. I have my part in this too. I like the idea of pleasuring her after she's been...primed." I still sat speechless, my heart racing, as he slowly removed the dildo and teased her clit. Carmen's pussy was shaved clean, except for a small patch at the top. Her labia were swollen and drops of moisture glistened in the flickering candle light. "Here's the deal, Craig. Respect and honor us, and we'll do the same for you. Violate our trust, and I promise you won't know what hit you. Nothing is required...the choice to enter that circle of trust is entirely up to you. We aren't looking for lovers...just friends who can satisfy our appetite for the unusual." "Uh...uh what...what would that be...precisely?" I stammered, nervously shifting in the chair as Carmen let out a series of deep moans. "Glad you found your voice." Mr. Clay said with thick sarcasm. "The lady likes your athletic looks, and I like your professional attitude. I am going to leave and be back in an hour. During that time I am inviting you to fuck my wife. You may note that this is not a great deal of time. Neither of us wants you to make love to her. Fuck her...fill her tunnel with your cum...and leave. When I return, I will make love to my wife after she's had a taste of her fantasy. If you accept, I expect you to be gone, the bindings untouched, and see your seed spilling from her cunt. If you decline this invitation, please have the decency to put her favorite toy back in place." Holy shit...this couldn't be real. I had to be dreaming. "I...I don't know if I can just use her like that. I'm your tailor...not a gigolo." "I understand...and I'm relieved that you feel that way." Mr. Clay said, running his hand down her body. "Carmen is a gorgeous creature that demands respect. I would never entrust her to a man-for-hire who's probably only looking to support a drug habit. This is what my wife and I want. This invitation carries huge risks for us. Honor our faith in you and it will be rewarded....regardless of your decision. You need to be gone before I get back." Mr. Clay bent down and shared a deeply passionate kiss with his wife, grabbed a jacket, and left me alone in the condo with Carmen. I sat in the chair, sweat forming on my forehead, and my erection straining against my pants as I watched Carmen twist and moan on the bed. I was snapped out of the dream when she unexpectedly spoke. "I know you're still here, Craig." She said, with the blindfold still in place. "Touch me...feel how hot and wet I am." I glanced at the clock on the night stand. One hour...I had one hour take what take what was offered or politely decline. Either way, I had to approach her...either with my cock or with the toy sitting beside her. I felt my heart pounding in my throat as I cautiously stepped toward the bed, gently running my hand inside her thigh, over her belly and up to her firm breasts. Damn, she was beautiful. "Feel my pussy, Craig...feel how much I want you inside me!" My hand shook as the head in my pants wrestled for control. I barely had a finger over her puffy folds before she lifted her hips and ground against my hand. Her snatch was sopping wet, and her clit a swollen nub. I had never seen a woman so wild with lust. "Lift my blindfold...let me see you. It's ok...just put it back before you leave." Hesitantly, I reached out a lifted the fabric above her eyes. She never looked me in the face, just stared at the insistent tent in my pants. "Show me your cock. If you won't let me feel it, you can at least let me see it. Would you do that for me? Please show me that hot cock!" My mind had almost totally given control to my dick. Without any clarity of thought, I unfastened my pants, pulled them just below my ass and allowed my cock to spring free from its prison. My prick was achingly hard as the seven thick inches jutted upward from my body, practically pointing at the ceiling. "Mmmmm....so nice...you and Eric could be twins. Such big, heavy balls...you could fill me with gallons of cum!" My cock was leaking a long stream of precum, and Carmen playfully tugged at the restraints, trying to catch the string with her tongue. "Feed it to me...don't waste a single drop! Please...don't torture me like this!" This was wrong and weird on so many levels, and I knew it. This could easily be something I deeply regretted, but my rational mind was overcome with insane lust. I kicked-off my shoes, and dropped my pants to the floor. Kneeling on the bed, I aimed the trail of sticky fluid over her waiting mouth. "Lick my nuts...feel how full they are." Shit...did I actually just say that? Carmen wasted no time, lifting her head and nuzzling my loose sack with her nose and tongue. Her nipples were standing high like pencil erasers and her chest showed a rosy flush. "Oh yessss! So nice...big balls...thick cock. Relieve your tension...fuck me...give me what I want...take what you need. Fuck me...oh god...fuck me!" I looked back at the clock...twenty minutes already gone. I couldn't take it anymore, especially when faced with such persistent urgings. I didn't even bother with my shirt, leaving it on as I knelt between Carmen's wide-spread legs. I grabbed my leaking prick and smacked it against her lips and clit. "Now...give it to me now! Fill me...fill me with that hot load!" My rational self was now completely gone, and I succumbed to animal needs. I took aim and plunged into her waiting snatch with one solid thrust. Carmen howled with delight as I slid easily into her...her tunnel undulating against my steel-hard shaft. She bucked her hips towards mine with every thrust, forcing me deep into her womb. "Oh shit...yesss...oh ffuuucckkk...so gooood! Harder...fuck me harder!" she screamed, seeming intent on finishing me fast. The intensity and awkward nature of the situation had me high-strung anyway, and her wild behavior wasn't lending to extended sessions. I hovered over her body in a missionary position, grunting with my teeth clenched as I plowed into her convulsing cunt. My sack began to tighten and I could tell the end was near. "Uuuunnnggghhhh...ffffuuuuccckkkkk...dddaaammmmnnnn!" I groaned, pushing deep inside her as my seed boiled and fired from my cock in several strong shots. Carmen came at the same time, screaming and writhing under me...her vagina clenched around my twitching tool. "Yes...oh yes...feels so good! Thank you...for helping us." Carmen said, panting for breath. "Go...you should go now...damn, that was good!" I had a sudden sense of urgency, feeling a need to leave before Mr. Clay came back...though not really understanding why. Only five minutes remained, so at Carmen's urging I stuffed my deflating and sticky cock into my underwear, threw on my pants, lowered her blindfold, and left the building. I never saw Mr. Clay as I left, and felt relieved. Now that the deed was done, I couldn't help but wonder what was coming next for them. I was feeling something like remorse as the image of my spunk flowing from her pussy and down the crack of her ass filled my mind. I had just savagely fucked a woman...albeit at her insistence. This was not at all typical behavior for me. What kind of twisted mess did I just get into? The next day, I started hating myself from the moment I woke up. True...I had been placed in a very odd situation, but I wasn't without choices. I just hoped I hadn't played into some violent, abusive fantasy. At about ten-thirty, a parcel arrived at the shop addressed to me. Inside was a letter and a business card; "Thank you for attending to my wife's unusual hungers. We wish to convey our gratitude for your expected discretion and respect. It is unlikely that we will call on you again, but any invitation is always yours to accept or decline. Send your application and resume to the gentleman on the card. He has agreed to an interview, but nothing more. Any job opportunities that may arise will be totally up to you. Feel free to use my wife and I as character references. Respectfully yours, Eric Clay." I was still feeling a little shitty over what I had done...but if it led to a real job, I may be able to live with it. ++++++++++++++++++ It's been six months since my encounter with the Clays, and the interview opportunity actually turned into a job with a decent salary, full benefits, and several avenues for advancement. Apparently they provided me with a foot in the door as my reward, and I had to respect them for that. I appreciated that it didn't involve money payments or over-the-top favors. The interview was exactly that, and I never felt I was hired under any sense of obligation. I was set to complete my master's degree within a few weeks, and Uncle Phil gave me two of his suits as a graduation gift. I went to the shop to pick them up, and was surprised to see Mrs. Clay. "Well hello, handsome." She said softly, so my Uncle couldn't hear. "I hear the new job is going well." Seeing her again filled my mind with images of that most unusual night, and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. "Um...yes...thank you for your support. I believe it made a difference. Please thank Mr. Clay for me as well." My Uncle shuffled-in from the back, carrying several jackets in their protective covers. "Craig, would you mind helping Mrs. Clay to her car with these?" "Uh...yeah...sure...I'd be glad to help." I stammered, my mind lifting from a day dream. As I bent down to place the jackets in the back seat of her car, Mrs. Clay ran her hand along the back of my thigh and over the cheek of my ass. Her touch sent an immediate tingle to my groin. I had just started dating again, but sex was still a work in progress, so her touch wasn't completely unwelcome. "You know, it will be difficult for me to wrestle these jackets back to the condo." She said, flipping her hair back and looking me in the eye. "Follow me home, and we can toast your success." My throat immediately tightened, and my cock twitched at the thought. As beautiful and enticing as she was, I just wasn't sure I could stand to be used that way again. "Uh...I'm happy to help you, Mrs. Clay...with the suits, that is." I said with a nervous tremble in my throat. "I'm just not comfortable with humiliating anybody." "You're just too sweet for words." Carmen said, holding my hand. "My husband and I aren't into degrading each other. You assistance wasn't about making him a cuckold or turning me into a whore. There are times I like more than just one man, and he likes to be my final climax after I've been with someone else." I was stunned at how matter-of-fact she was, calmly describing their sexuality as people wandered past on the sidewalk. At least I felt better about not contributing to an overtly abusive relationship. "Just a drink, then." Carmen said, smiling as I stood there blushing. "Invitations are not commands, Craig. Eric and I appreciate your sense of honor. I'd like to hear more about how your career is going. My parking spot isn't far from the elevator." She then kissed me on the cheek, got in her car, and pulled away. I wandered back to my car and drove to the Clay's building as though being willed to do it. Something told me I shouldn't be doing this, but I also felt powerless to avoid it. The parking attendant, clearly expecting my arrival, directed me to a guest parking spot. Mrs. Clay was standing by the car as I walked up. During the time that I retrieved the jackets and stood in the elevator, our conversation was actually focused on my interview and how I felt about my new career. My nerves had calmed considerably, and I felt that a friendly drink and "goodbye" was the noble and polite thing to do. Discretion Has Its Rewards "I'm so glad to hear things are going well." Carmen said, handing me another gin and tonic. "Have a seat, dear...I have a gift for you that I know Eric would want you to have." I was about to politely decline, but she left the room quickly. I sat down on the large sectional sofa and admired the impressive view of the city. Within a few moments, I heard the click of Carmen's heels on the marble floor, and turned to see what she had retrieved. Mrs. Clay had nothing in her hands, and was now wearing only a pair of heels and one of Mr. Clay's dress shirts with only one button fastened. I nearly dropped my drink, dumbfounded at how beautiful she looked. "I think these are some of the nicest cuff-links I've ever seen." She said, lifting her arms to display them. "Eric has several sets...found an artist in France who makes them for him. I'm sure he'd like you to have a pair." "Oh...uh...that's very generous." I stammered, my cock now swelling within the cargo shorts I was wearing for a casual Saturday. "I thought you might appreciate them." She said softly, standing in front of me and placing one foot on my knee. The bend of her leg left her shaved pussy in plain sight as she took the cuff-links off the shirt. "Be sure not to lose them." She said, kneeling between my legs and tucking the links into my left pocket, brushing against the head of my cock in the process. "Carmen...I...I don't know..." I gasped as her fingers lingered over the swelling that pushed against the lining of my pocket. "Ssshhhhh" she hissed, placing a finger to my lips. "I know what I want...and it seems like a fair exchange to me." Carmen said, removing the shirt and pulling my face into her breasts. She moved slowly off the floor, keeping my face planted to her chest as she sat on my lap with her knees bent at my hips. The bronze color of her skin and the delicately perfumed scent of her body overloaded my senses. I found myself mindlessly caressing her firm breasts and sucking on the pert nipples. Carmen tugged at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and tossed it into the corner. She pushed me back against the large pillows of the oversized sofa, dragging her nails down my chest and abs. "You were absolutely delicious when I licked your cum off my husband's hard cock." She said, tugging at my zipper. "I can't wait to have another taste." Before what she said fully registered in my brain, Carmen had pulled my shorts and underwear to the floor, removed my sandals, and threw everything in the same corner with my shirt. Returning to my lap, she once again pressed my face to her breasts as my hard cock slid against the gash of her pussy. "Mmmm...that's nice, Craig. Keep playing with my tits. Your hot cock feels so good." Carmen said, her head tilted back and her breathing getting deeper. "Eric will be pleased I got to thank you in person...especially when I pull him into my sopping pussy." Admittedly, this couple's particular kink seemed a little strange to me. Then again, I was getting laid without many expectations on my part. Carmen tossed the loose pillows behind me aside, allowing me to lie flat on the oversized couch. She leaned forward, her breasts hanging above my face, as she grabbed my cock and guided me inside her folds. Unlike my first encounter, Carmen seemed intent on taking her time...bucking her hips slowly and carefully riding my engorged tool. I was enjoying the soft, warm embrace of her tunnel against my aching shaft, and felt relieved not having to watch the clock. I was so focused on how incredible this sultry woman was making me feel, that I barely noticed the sound of the front door closing. "Oh fuck!" I grunted, trying to sit-up when I realized someone had entered the condo. "Relax, Craig...it's ok." Carmen said, running her fingers through my hair. "Just stay right where you are." "I see you found a playmate, my dear." Mr. Clay said, watching us from across the room. "I'm sorry if coming home a bit early ruined your plans." "Not all, dear." Carmen said, looking over her shoulder towards her husband. "Craig was just helping me get ready for you. Can you see his cock sliding into me, baby? You're both so physically similar, it would be like watching yourself fuck me." She finished, with a playful giggle. "I do love how you feel when you've had plenty of fun, my dear." Eric said, pouring a drink and sitting on the couch next to us. "My wife is a treat worth savoring. I'm sorry I didn't give you that chance on your first encounter, my friend." He said, tapping my shoulder. "Uh...hey...I...I don't deserve this much from either of you." I choked in response as Carmen reached back to fondle my balls. I felt incredibly self-conscious, but was so horned at this point, that my judgment was more than little clouded. Carmen began writhing more insistently, building my arousal and weakening my insecurity. I tried not to notice as she massaged Eric's crotch, lowered his zipper, and wormed her hand into his pants. "I want you, baby. The minute I milk him dry, I want you inside me." She said, panting. "You're impossible to resist when you look so damn sexy." "Undress for me, sweetheart. I know you're not used to having a guest in the room, but it would be so hot to have you take me when my pussy is still steaming for you." I wasn't sure I was into all this, and was about to say something when Carmen sensed my hesitation and placed her hand on my mouth. "Just play along for me, Craig. I love it when men can be flexible for me." She whispered to me with an evil grin. I had no reply, and Carmen didn't wait for one, as she spun her body around, never leaving my cock, and began riding me in a reverse cowgirl position. "Oh god, yes...fuck me Craig!" she hissed, riding me harder while watching her husband disrobe. "Incredible...you're fucking hot as hell with your cunt stretched wide like that." Eric said, standing nude and stroking his cock. "I'm glad you brought someone home we know we can trust." "Come here, baby...let me taste you." Carmen said, curling her fingers to beckon him closer. Eric came closer, his manhood bouncing with every step. His wife leaned forward to suck his cock as she continued riding mine. Even though I tried not to look, I could see why Carmen thought we were so much alike. Both our bodies were toned and athletic, with about the same build and height. Even our equipment was remarkably similar, with Eric's being the same thickness as mine, but perhaps an inch longer. "Fuck her, man...fuck her hard...give her what she wants." Eric grunted, knocking my mind out of the fog as he gripped her hair and pulled Carmen's face onto his cock. I could feel Carmen squeeze her pussy muscles around me, begging me to do as instructed. By now, my need to get off was incredibly strong, and I didn't hesitate to comply. The arrangement of bodies was awkward, but thrusting became easier as Carmen lay against me, the back of her neck at my chin. I began to piston in-and-out of her love tunnel at a rapid pace, my balls bouncing with every thrust. "Oooohhh...fffuuuccckkkk...yyyeeessss!" Carmen wailed, as I pounded into her. "Shit...fuck...oh fffuuuuccckkkkk!" I grunted, responding to a tight contraction around my shaft that left me shooting stream after stream of spunk into her canal. I was still trying to catch my breath and clear my head when I could feel Carmen lean forward, wiping the seeping cum off my balls, and keeping my slowly deflating cock still inside her. "Oh baby...hot, so fucking hot...take me baby...fill my hungry pussy!" Carmen said, taking the seed she gathered with her hand and slathering it on her husband's cock. "I'm so wet and so hot for you!" I was truly shocked when Eric stepped between our legs, and felt his white-hot prick push into his wife while my softening dick was still in place. I could feel his rigid flesh sliding inside until his heavy balls came to rest against my own with his wife screaming in delight. "Oh yeah, baby...I can still feel the man that was here before me...I can feel his cum all over your hot snatch." Eric grunted, seeming to ignore that I was still present. "Is this what you like...one man after another, all night long?" "Yes...I'm a slut, my love....I'm your slut. I'll take as many cocks as you'll give me, but I always want yours last. My last and best orgasm is always for you, my love!" After a few hard and quick thrusts, my soft prick was ejected from Carmen's used cunt, but my wet and sticky member still made contact with Eric's balls on every cycle. I wanted to wriggle out from under them, but the weight of Carmen's body held me in place. "Squeeze her breasts, man...play with those tits." Eric said, as he pushed deeper and harder into his wife's pussy. The overpowering smells and sounds of sex filled the room as I unconsciously accepted my role and aided Carmen's husband. Her body glistened with sweat as I reached for her chest and groped the firm, silky breasts. I was amazed that my libido recharged so quickly, and could feel my cock begin to harden, nudging against Eric's prick as he continued to fuck his wife. "I think your play-buddy might be able to help us with another of your interests, my dear." Eric said while breathing heavily. "Mmmm...ooohhh...yyyeesss!" Carmen practically screamed. "Thank you dear...give him to me...let me feel you both!" I was still busy kneading her breasts, not really taking-in the breathless conversation above me, when I felt an unexpected sensation. Eric had pulled out of his wife, spat in his hand, and smeared his saliva over my hardening prick. Eric never looked at me as he smacked my cock against Carmen's cunt and stared deeply into her eyes. "Uh...hey, man...look...I'm not gay..." I stammered, taken aback by the sudden grip on my swollen member. "We aren't either, sweety." Carmen hissed. "But we aren't afraid of a good time. Are you afraid, Craig...do we frighten you?" She asked, spinning her body around to face me, and lying against me. "Um...well...maybe a little." I choked, as Carmen ran her tongue over my face and nibbled on my ear, while rubbing her pussy against my cock. "Good...a little fear of the unknown just heightens the experience." She cooed, reaching down to grab my cock and sliding me inside her sopping gash. Carmen's tunnel was hot, sticky and pulsing. It felt great to be inside her again, regardless of the unusual circumstances. "Ooooh...oh fuck...yes, oh Eric, yes!" Carmen screamed as I sensed movement behind her. "Lick my ass, baby! Yes...oh fuck, yes...fill me up, baby!" she howled. Eric was happily following orders, licking at her tight pucker as my cock filled his wife's dripping canal. Intermittently, I could feel Eric's chin brush against my balls as he eagerly ate Carmen's rosebud. "Beautiful...you're so fucking gorgeous with your pussy filled like that." Eric said, pressing a finger into her ass and fondling my balls. "Fuck her, man...get these heavy balls of yours bouncing." Carmen giggled and then kissed me deeply as my eyes shot-open wide with Eric's touch. Carmen was grinding against me, and I soon started fucking her, trying not to think about who was fondling my sack. "Relax for me, baby. We're going to send you to the fucking moon." Eric said, as he leaned over his wife, kissing her neck...his hard cock pushing into my balls. Carmen stopped moving, her eyes closed as Eric spread her ass-cheeks wide and pressed his cock against her twitching brown-eye. I felt her body shift as Eric pressed against her, trying to gain entrance. He was gentle, not forcing the issue, and the sensation of him entering Carmen's ass was a jolt for myself as well as her. I could feel every inch of him enter his wife's body, as though our cocks were separated by a thin membrane. Carmen panted for air, her body shaking as Eric slowly pushed himself completely inside. The three of us remained motionless for several minutes as Carmen breathed deeply, her pussy convulsed, and her body shook. "Oooooohhhh...ffffuuuucccckkkk!" Carmen screamed, her voice mixed with pleasure and pain. "Yes...oh fuck, yes...fill me with cock! So good...feels so fucking good! I love you baby...I love you so fucking much!" she said, twisting her head around to take Eric's tongue into her mouth. At this point, I wasn't sure what to think. Admittedly, my mind was barely functioning through the heavy fog of sexual tension. I had seen porno flicks with two guys fucking a girl, but never thought I'd be a participant. In the movies, the guys always seemed mostly unaware of the other. Finding myself in that situation, I couldn't see how it was possible. There was no doubt that I had impaled a beautiful, sex-crazed woman...there was also no denying that another man was in there with me. As much as I wanted to focus on the pleasures of Carmen's incredible body, I couldn't help but feel the added stimulation as Eric slowly withdrew from his wife's tight ass. It was almost like our cocks were sliding against each other...his prick rubbing against the underside of my shaft. The sensation was fucking intense. I berated myself for thinking it felt good..."going gay" was not on my list for the evening. "Are you ready, my love? Are you ready for the hard double-fuck that you told me about?" Eric grunted, grabbing Carmen's hair and pulling her head back in a firm, but playful fashion. "I can feel him, baby...I can feel the heat of him filling your pussy while I take your tight ass." "Mmmm...oh shit...fuck me, boys...fuck me so hard! I want to feel you both pounding into me!" Carmen pleaded. I reached up to fondle her breasts as I began moving my hips to satisfy her needs. Without even thinking about it, Eric and I had developed a cooperative rhythm...one pushing in as the other pulled out...keeping Carmen screaming at a full boil. She was so intensely into the moment that I no longer cared about Eric being in such close proximity. We were both focused on her, and quenching her unusual desires. The bizarre dance of bodies seemed to last forever, but the firm grip of Carmen's ass finally brought Eric to his climax. "Oh shit...so hot...such a hot fucking bitch." Eric groaned as his breathing shortened and his thrusts became more insistent. "Fffuuuccckkkk...sssshhhhiiiiittttt...dddaaaammmnnnn!" he howled, as he pushed deep into his wife's ass. I could feel his cock twitch as Eric filled Carmen's bowels. Just as I thought he was nearing the end, Eric withdrew from her ass and shot the last two heavy ropes of cum over her sweaty cheeks and onto my balls. The splash of hot fluid on my sensitive sack momentarily repulsed me, but the power of Carmen's building climax redirected my focus. She bent down, kissed me with a forceful hunger, and spun around on my cock, returning to a reverse cow-girl to face her husband...leaving me to stare at her back and relish in her undulating love tunnel. "Lick my clit, baby...make my last climax yours!" Carmen squealed as her husband knelt between my legs. "Milk him first, my love. Make him fill you up so you can drown me in your pleasure." Eric said, tugging on my balls as he teased her swollen clit. "Oh yessss...so nasty...I love you so much, baby...I love a guy who can be so nasty for me!" Carmen wailed as she clenched around my aching tool. That was it for me. Carmen's pussy gripped my cock with wave after wave of her strengthening climax. "Aaaarrrrgggg...ssshhiiiitttt....ffffuuuuccckkkkk!" I grunted, like a wild animal as I shot a heavy load into her womb. I was amazed at how hard I came, and how full my nuts were, for the second round of the evening. I could feel cum trailing down my balls as Carmen writhed above me. "Now baby...do it now...make me cum so hard!" Carmen yelled, as she slid off my lap, leaving my cock lying heavy and sticky against my thigh. Eric tugged her body further down the couch, as his wife pushed his face firmly into her soaking snatch. I was panting for breath, allowing my heart-rate to recede, as I watched Eric eat his wife's pussy with enthusiasm. My cum coated his nose and chin as his tongue flicked across her swollen nub. "Oh god...oh god...yyyeeessss...oooohhhhh yyyyeeeesssss!" Carmen's voice practically echoed through the halls as her body seized with a powerful climax. Her juices flowed heavily, coating Eric's face in a glistening sheen as continued lapping at his wife's gash. "Give me a taste, baby...I just want a little taste." Carmen cooed between halted breaths. Eric said nothing, just took his half-hard cock and pushed into Carmen's messy folds. Once thoroughly coated, Carmen bent down and took the sticky member into her mouth, moaning with appreciation as though savoring a special treat. "Thanks, Craig...you should go now." Eric said flatly, as Carmen wrapped her body around him. I watched, slightly stunned, as he carried his wife to the bedroom, and closed the door behind them. "These people are fucking weird as hell." I thought to myself as I walked to the hallway bathroom for a piss and to clean-up. After gathering my clothes and getting dressed, I left as suggested. Once again, I felt a little cheap for being used like that...but then again, it was another interesting evening without expectations or commitments. ++++++++++++++++++++ The job was going well, I'd been seeing a couple of very nice ladies...but nothing terribly serious on the horizon...and I hadn't seen or heard anything from the Clay's in quite a while. While time spent with them was entertaining, it was far from completely satisfying. I'm no prude, and certainly proved that I can be open to a good time...but the whole "fuck my wife and get out" thing just didn't seem to be my cup of tea. I had convinced myself that it was just a fun little experiment and felt sure that I wouldn't hear from them again. Even Carmen made it clear that they rarely entertained "special friends" more than a few times...and that was perfectly fine with me. I went into work one morning to find an envelope on my desk, with a familiar engraved "C" on the back flap. My throat tightened and my pulse quickened as excitement gripped me. Even though I often felt a little empty and used afterward, I couldn't deny that Carmen's "invitations" held a raw and seductive temptation for me. I was a little surprised, however, when I noticed the writing was in Eric's hand. Craig, Carmen and I are offering what will be our final invitation. We have never met with anyone more than twice, and that should be an indication of how much we admire your sense of honor. I'm sure you understand fully how compelling and coercive my wife can be. If you chose to accept, it would seem that Carmen is intent on pushing us both further than ever to satisfy her desires. She has asked me for months to consider contacting you, and I have finally succumbed to her wishes. I am not yet completely comfortable with what she has in mind, and find myself unable to describe it in this letter. Be assured that the same rules apply...you may simply not arrive, or may excuse yourself whenever you feel uncomfortable. Carmen and I enjoy mutually satisfying play and do not participate in degrading or painful pursuits. I apologize for the lack of detailed information, but it will be our pleasure to include you in what promises to be an unusual evening. Our condo, Saturday at 8:30pm. Respectfully yours, Eric Ok...I was a little annoyed at what I perceived as a commanding tone, and a general lack of information. Although, given the way they operated in the past, it was hardly surprising. The first time I participated in their games it involved mild bondage...my mind could only imagine progressing to latex body suits and leather love swings. My first thought was to just ignore the invitation and get on with my life...but I knew too well that when Saturday arrived, I would be at their front door. Discretion Has Its Rewards There I was...stepping into the elevator as the doorman once again used his key to give me access to the Clay's floor. Now alone in the elevator, and watching the numbers click away on the display, I couldn't believe I lacked the strength to resist another invitation. My cock was already half-hard as I recalled the beauty of Carmen's body and the intensity of her needs. As much as I enjoyed fucking her, I knew she was not the kind of person I could ever live with. She and Eric seemed truly meant for each other....both manipulative and selfish to a degree I thought hardly possible. Leaving the elevator, I saw a note stuck to the door; "At the pool". Huh...I didn't even know the place had a pool. The condo was lit with several flickering candles, giving a dark and mellow ambience as I walked toward the large windows, looking for an outdoor patio. I eventually found an exit, and turned a corner to see Eric and Carmen drinking wine in a hot-tub just outside their bedroom windows. "Hello there, handsome. After seeing the message Eric sent you, I was afraid you might not show." Carmen said with a fake pout, gently slapping her husband on the cheek before kissing him deeply. "Drop the clothes, sweety...the water and the wine are fantastic." There was little reason to hesitate, I knew what I was there for, so I disrobed and stepped into the water as Eric poured another glass of wine and handed it to me. Carmen looked sexy as ever as her breasts bounced gently in the swirling water. "Thank you for coming." Eric said in a friendly tone as I took the wine from his hand. "Carmen made it quite difficult for me to refuse sending an invitation." "Now baby, it's only fair you make an effort after I provided such a stunning show on your birthday." Carmen said, obviously reaching below the water to fondle Eric's crotch. "In fact, I'm very pleased you made the effort at all." "Excuse me..." I stammered, as they embraced and kissed. "What am I getting into here? I'm a little confused by the innuendo and lack of information." Carmen simply smiled, and turned to sit on my lap, leaving Eric just a few feet away. Her breasts snuggled my chin as she gripped my cock and played with my balls. "For my husband's birthday, I invited a very special girlfriend to help celebrate. We enjoyed ourselves fully...as Eric later enjoyed both of us fully. I think you would have been entertained as well, if I had thought to invite you." She said, in a seductive purr. "Wow, man...that does sound like one hell of a present." I mumbled, glancing ever to Eric as Carmen pressed my cock against her pussy. "It was truly memorable." Eric said, with a satisfied grin. "Just be careful what you ask for with a woman as incredible as Carmen." "Oh honey...you're so sweet when you're unsure of takings risks." Carmen said with a wink. "Just know that I love you like no other man...regardless of what does or doesn't happen." Carmen then leaned over to kiss her husband, drawing him closer until he sat beside us. As soon as she pulled Eric's tongue into her mouth, Carmen impaled herself on my throbbing cock. Her tunnel was incredibly hot and slick, in spite of the churning water. I gasped for air, causing the couple to brake from their kiss. "You're inside her, aren't you Craig? Your cock is filling my wife's pussy, isn't it?" He asked, looking at his wife and caressing her hair. "Yes...yes sir...it is. You're a very lucky man." I groaned, without thinking. "It's a rhetorical question, Craig...you really don't have to answer." He said, squeezing Carmen's breast. "Feel him baby...feel how wide he's spreading my pussy!" She said, grabbing her husband's hand from her breast and pushing it down her body. "I'd rather see it, sugar...you know how much I love to watch you getting fucked." Eric replied, trying to pull his hand away. "There...ummmhhh...right there, baby. Feel it...feel how thick he is?" Carmen said, gripping Eric's hand tighter and pushing his fingers on either side of my cock while his thumb teased her clit. "Fuck yeah...damn he's filling you up nice!" Eric said, as one finger curled around the base of my shaft. "So much alike...so fucking hot..." Carmen hissed as she slowly rode my prick. "Feel his pecs, sweetheart...so similar...so much like being with you." She said, grabbing his hand, and placing it on my chest. Eric seemed uncomfortable as he squeezed the muscles of my chest, and ran his hand tentatively over my upper body. "Uh...hey...I can understand I'm just sharing in your guys' thing...but I'm not sure where this is heading." I said, feeling a little awkward having Eric grope me like this. "I have to sympathize with our friend, Carmen. This may be more than we can do." Eric said softly into his wife's ear, with a look of some relief on his face. "Good heavens...boys can be such cowards!" Carmen said teasingly as she lifted herself from my lap and sat on the edge of the hot-tub. "Come and sit next to me, handsome." She continued, slapping the space next to her and guiding me out of the water. "Eat my pussy, baby...I want to keep the tingle going" she giggled toward her husband. Carmen began stroking my cock as Eric lapped away at her moist snatch. "My husband loves to fuck and eat me out after I've been with another man...and I love doing it for him. You're the only one, however, that he was willing to watch fuck me. Your last visit was very special." "I'm glad it worked-out for everyone." I moaned as Carmen skillfully massaged my aching pole. "As you already know, I indulged Eric with one of his fantasies as a special birthday gift. Today is my birthday, and I would love to have an equally wonderful gift." "Well...happy birthday!" I replied, as my mind contemplated the nature of her desired gift. "I...uh...well...you're an incredible woman...and I can see why Eric would do anything for you...but...it's just not my thing." "Really...having fun and raunchy sex isn't your thing?" Carmen said with a smile. "You know what I mean...I'm not gay...I don't think your husband is either." Eric said nothing, just raised his thumb in the affirmative as he continued to lick his wife's sweet gash. "I'm not gay either, sweetheart...but I know how to have a good time and try new things when the mood strikes me. I love my gay boyfriends, but I couldn't have sex with them. I want a man who wants to please me, without being completely distracted by his buddy." "So how is this going to help you?" "Two straight men...willing to fuck me silly, but not afraid of each other...that is one smoking-hot birthday present." Carmen said in a silky tone as she reached for Eric's hand and placed it on the inside of my thigh before leaning over to kiss me. Carmen's tongue danced around mine as I clumsily fondled her breasts. I could feel her dragging Eric's hand further up my thigh before breaking away to sit on my lap and pressing her tits to my chest. "Are my hands so different than anyone else's? Is my mouth oddly different than any other person's?" she asked, mockingly. "If it feels good, and you trust the people you're with...why is it such a problem?" "As just a hand and a mouth...I guess there's not much difference." I answered, rolling my eyes. "But yours are definitely attached to a much more appealing package." "Thank you, Craig...you can be so sweet!" Carmen squealed, pressing my face into her bosom. "Remember...I'm not going anywhere, handsome. Think of the rest as an enhancement....one you're free to receive, without having to return in kind." After kissing me once again, Carmen stood up and gave me a close-up view of her shaved pussy before slowly walking toward the bedroom. "I'll give you boys a few minutes to butch-up...and then I expect some cock to find me in the bedroom." Eric got out of the water, and sat next to me as we watched his wife, and her tight ass, saunter back inside. "Looking at that piece of ass, I guess you can surmise how I got into this situation." Eric said, with a more relaxed tone than I had ever heard before. "I win my share of battles, but she usually wins in the bedroom. I felt a weird obligation after she ate her girlfriend's pussy for me." "Um...yeah...she is one smoking-hot, seductive manipulator." I offered back with a slight chuckle. "I thought letting you lick my balls was a huge offering for her appetites. I never thought I'd be faced with this." "Thank you, by the way, for not going ballistic over that. I had to gather a lot of courage to do that for her. I should have known it would only lead to more." 'Well, shit, Eric...I was like ten seconds from coming. I don't think anything would have side-tracked me at that moment." I answered, looking over to see his cock was hard and throbbing even as mine subsided. It was the first time I used his first name, and he didn't seem to mind. "My wife doesn't like to be kept waiting, Craig. Look...I'll admit, I like seeing her with you, and you've proven to be an honorable gentleman. She's right...you don't have to do anything but pleasure her and enjoy the fun." He said, gripping my knee. "You can always leave. There are worse things than trying to satisfy her after she's been wound-up like that." Eric stood up and slapped me on the back as he followed Carmen's path into the condo. I watched what could have been myself, with darker hair and a better tan, disappear into the dimly lit room. "Shit, shit, shit..." I thought to myself, as the seconds ticked by. "She's the best fuck you've ever had, man!" said my inner voice. "So what if the dude touches your junk? He's sure as hell not going to broadcast it...seems pretty minor for fucking the guy's wife!" My heart started pounding as I could feel rational thought and reason losing to my darker side. This was very likely the last time I'd have access to Carmen's incredible body. I knew I wasn't into guys, but at least Eric seemed honest about his motivation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I mumbled to myself as I walked toward the door. The walls were covered in shadows from the flickering candlelight, and Carmen's soft moans filled the room. Eric was seated on the bed, gently rubbing oil over his wife's body with her legs splayed around his waist, and his cock filling her pussy. It occurred to me that this was the first time I had ever actually seen, not just felt, another couple having sex. The last time I played with the Clay's, the situation didn't facilitate a good view of the action. The room wasn't exactly decorated with mirrors, but a few well-placed pieces of furniture, and reflections on the large glass windows, made it easy to take in the scene. No one could deny they were an attractive couple, and my cock surged to full hardness as I stroked myself while staring at Carmen's glistening body. "Mmmm...come over here, handsome...let me taste that cock of yours." Carmen cooed, as Eric massaged her breasts. I found my mind once again in a fog of lust as I knelt onto the bed. Carmen guided me in position, straddling her body with my knees below her arms, and raising her head to swallow me hungrily. Eric was still behind me, slowly fucking his wife, while she ran her hands over my thighs and squeezed my ass. I gripped Carmen's hair, holding her head in place as I gently fucked her warm and willing mouth. I did my best to remain calm as Eric placed his oiled hands on my shoulders and gave me a firm, but comfortable massage. My body initially tensed with his touch, but I managed to relax as I focused on Carmen's oral talents. "I think men make the best masseuse. I enjoy the firmer touch." Carmen whispered as she nuzzled my balls. I offered no reply. From a technical standpoint, and experience with countless sports massages, I shared her opinion. But this was hardly a therapeutic rub-down after an intense workout. "Check out those pecs, babe. It's hard to tell who could press more on the bench." Carmen chided as Eric hesitantly complied. I had to close my eyes and will myself to stay in position as Carmen took my prick back into her mouth. My body tensed again as Eric gripped my upper chest and cautiously flicked at my nipples. "It's ok, man...you won't believe how hot this is making her until you get back into her cunt. Her body is fucking electric right now." Eric said, in coarser language than I was used to hearing from him. "We just have to keep our focus on making her hot as hell. This shit goes no further than between us...you have my word on that." If there was one thing I understood with absolute certainty, it was that Eric placed a high value on the quality of his word. Neither of us was yet comfortable with what Carmen might have in mind, but there was no doubt that her body would richly reward us. "Baby, I love how nasty you can be!" Carmen giggled, directing her comment to Eric, as she let go of my turgid member. "Why don't we let Craig feel how appreciative I am, while you help him relax?" Eric pulled away as Carmen gently guided my body into his former position. She lay flat on the bed as I moved into a missionary position and slid fully into her. Carmen's tunnel was intensely warm and pulsed with the slightest movement, indicating the depth of her arousal. Eric was still behind us, rubbing oil into my calves and thighs as he watched me slowly fucking his wife. Carmen's breasts slid between our oil-soaked bodies as she writhed under me, savoring the deliberate tease Eric and I were giving her. She kissed me passionately, her mouth tugging at my tongue as Eric's hands moved closer toward our union and brushed the back of my balls. "Are you enjoying this honey? Do you like watching your wife take the cock of another man?" Carmen asked between heavy sighs. "You know I do, baby. Not just any men...just the ones who know how to treat you right." He answered lovingly, gripping her right hand. "I love you, sweetheart...I love you so much, and I want you to really see what a beautiful gift you're giving me." Carmen said, before pushing me away and kneeling doggy-style in front of me. "Slide under me, sweety...let me clean my juices off your cock while you watch our friend fuck your wife's pussy." Eric seemed almost too eager as he wriggled under Carmen's sexy frame and pushed his cock into her waiting mouth. "Oh fuck, yeah...do it Craig...push that hard cock deep into her snatch!" He said, while reaching back to grip my thighs and pulling me toward them. I was deep into the moment by now, and amazingly thought nothing of the situation as I plunged back into Carmen's puffy folds. Carmen let out a muffled squeal from her cock-stuffed mouth as I abandoned the slow and gentle tease for an enthusiastic fuck. Eric gripped his wife's ass and lifted his head to lick Carmen's clit, his nose brushing the underside of my shaft with every thrust. The feeling was odd, but I could deal with it...at least until Eric intentionally held me tight against his wife's body and sucked on my low-hanging nuts. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, causing Carmen to release her husband's prick and peer down to see what was happening. "Yes...oh god, yes baby! Thank you...thank you for being so brave my love!" Carmen screamed toward Eric as her pussy clamped around my twitching pole. I felt nearly paralyzed and my body was fixed in place as Carmen slowly withdrew, turning to straddle her husband, and now facing me with her tits pressed to my chest. "Can you do this for me, handsome? Can you let my husband taste his woman off the cock he's allowed me to have? Carmen asked, not really waiting for an answer as she kissed me and pinched my nipples. I think I was really about to say "hell no!" when she pushed me back onto the bed, spun around, and pressed her hot snatch against my nose. Her moves were quick and graceful as a cat...albeit one in heat. I mindlessly nuzzled her moist gash as I heard her encourage what must have been a somewhat reluctant Eric. "Go ahead, baby...I want to see this so bad!" She said with a cat-like purr. "It won't hurt either of you, I promise. Come on baby, taste how hot and sweet my birthday gift is making me." "Shit...damn it, woman...how do you do this to me?" Eric mumbled, mostly to himself. Carmen started stroking me as I felt movement on the mattress. Seconds later, a tongue ran along the underside of my shaft. Given the position of our bodies, I knew it wasn't Carmen. "That's right, honey...see...you're a still a hot man who's willing to show how much you love me. Our friend is nervous too...just do what you know will make him feel good." I knew what was happening, and did my best to concentrate on the incredible female form above me. Eric's progress was deliberate and clumsy, but as he slowly took more of my shaft into his mouth, it was clear that he had an intimate understanding of where to focus his attentions. I hated to admit it, but with as horned as I was right now, I didn't care who was doing what...as long as I got off on it. Carmen was clearly enjoying the sight in front of her. "Yes...oh fuck, yes...so nasty...so fucking dirty and nasty!" she screamed as Eric slowly took every inch of my cock down his throat. "Oh god...oh god...yes...yes...swallow that cock for me baby!" Carmen's body twisted above me as she played with her clit and tugged at her own nipples. "Unnngg...oooohhhh...fffuuuuccckkkk!" Her cries filled the room as a wave of pleasure swept through her body and a flood of nectar coated my face. Carmen's body vibrated as she panted for air while moving to kneel beside me. I had my eyes closed, enjoying what Eric was doing, but not really wanting to see it. Carmen, however, had other ideas as she tucked a pillow under my head. "Look at him, Craig...see how much my husband is willing to do for me! He must really trust you, handsome, to be willing to make you feel so good. Fuck his face, sweety...grab my husband by the hair and make him really take that cock!" I looked down to see a dude eagerly sucking my aching prick while tugging at my loose sack. Part of me wanted to be turned-off by this, validating my preference for the female form and the pleasure of exploring it. But the undeniable truth, at least at this very moment while my need was strong, was that his blowjob was fucking intense. He coughed and gagged a lot at the start, but Eric seemed to find his rhythm, and exploited pleasure points that only another guy could understand. Noting my reluctance, Carmen grabbed my hand and placed it on Eric's head. Her husband didn't react, only continued his work on my achingly hard cock. Eric groaned with a low rumble as I gripped his hair and pushed him deep onto my cock with his nose buried in my tight curls. Spit flowed freely down my balls as I pumped into Eric's mouth, wanting to end my pent-up frustration. Carmen was busily pumping two fingers into her sopping snatch. I was getting close, and I could sense that Eric wasn't sure about the inevitable outcome, tending to stay near the top of my cock for a quick pull-away. Carmen noticed as well, and decided to add another surprise. Scooting closer, she withdrew the fingers from her dripping pussy, and quickly shoved one, then the other into Eric's ass. His eyes flew open wide as she probed his prostate while pushing him further onto my cock. "Mmmm...yeah baby...I found that tender spot just inside your hot ass, didn't I?" Carmen cooed. Eric just grunted and moaned as she slowly fingered his ass while he gripped my cock and sucked on the head. My balls began to tighten, and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Eric noticed, but so did Carmen, and she pushed his head down onto my pole just as release was imminent. "Aaaarrrggg...fffuuuuccckkkk...oh ssshhhiiiitttt!!" I grunted as my hips jerked and I filled Eric's mouth with an ample amount of cum. Discretion Has Its Rewards Eric clearly wanted to back away, but Carmen was having none of it. He coughed and choked, but worked to take as much cream into his mouth as he could stand. Once my twitching member began to subside, Eric asserted himself against Carmen's guiding hand. Sitting up, he spat my load onto his palm and spread the sticky fluid over his cock. "Clean him up" he grunted while pushing Carmen's face into my crotch, and keeping her on her knees. I could hear the sloppy sound of his cum-soaked cock pushing into Carmen's tunnel as he mounted his wife doggy-style. Eric fucked her hard and fast, pressing her face against my flaccid cock with every thrust. Once Carmen had managed to clean the cum from my balls, Eric leaned over her body and turned her head towards his. They shared a deep kiss...their tongues darting wildly as pearly drops of my seed clung to their lips and chins. "Uh huh...oh yeah, baby...uh huh...uh huh...oh ffffuuuccckkkk!" Carmen squealed as her second orgasm for the evening swept over her. The convulsions around his prick must have been too much, as Eric's face contorted and his eyes shut tightly while groaning deeply with every thrust into his wife's body. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell onto Carmen's back as Eric's body tensed and he filled her womb. As Eric pulled away, Carmen fell forward to lie next to me, with her husband coming to rest on her other side. The three of us were exhausted, panting for breath as the excitement subsided. Carmen fingered her pussy while Eric and I lazily stroked her body and suckled her tits. She brought a cum-soaked digit to her mouth, lapping the milky fluid from her finger while moaning in delight. "Would you like a taste, handsome? The flavor is incredible." Carmen asked, spreading a dab of cum on my chin before offering the freshly dipped finger to her husband. "Uh...no...thanks...that's your guys' thing...not really mine." I answered with complete honesty. Carmen giggled, tussling my hair as Eric moved slowly between her legs to tongue her well-used pussy. "Thank you for letting me see my husband pleasuring another man...it was hot as hell." She said, seductively licking the cum off my chin. "Yeah...well...it wasn't exactly at the top of my bucket list." I answered, fondling her breast as Eric continued licking her snatch. "I suppose it didn't kill me. Besides, you can be a very convincing cheerleader." "No denying that." Eric mumbled sympathetically while massaging Carmen's thighs. "How about you, baby? Did I push you too hard for my special birthday gift?" Carmen said between soft moans as Eric teased her love button. "Didn't think I was going to be able to go through with it at first...but it got better." Eric said, smiling at his wife from between her legs. "Craig works-out and takes care of himself like we do. Made it as appealing as it was going to get." He said while slapping the back of my calf. "Hey...you two enjoy the afterglow...I'm going to grab a shower." I said, moving off the bed and walking toward their large bathroom. "Sure...no problem." Eric replied, moving up Carmen's body and kissing her. "Don't feel rushed to leave this time around. My wife loves extra attention on her special days. Of course, we understand if you've had more than you bargained for." "I'd love it if you stayed just a while longer, handsome." Carmen purred. "But don't feel obligated on my account." She said with a fake pout. "I'll think about it." I said, stepping into the bathroom. Like everything else in their condo, the bathroom was huge, gorgeous, and very modern. I turned on the water that flowed from a large head mounted on the ceiling. The shower itself was quite large, with clear glass walls. I couldn't help but think that it was big enough for at least six people. My mind emptied of rambling thoughts on architecture as the water flowed down my body and the tension of unexpected experiences began to ease. I must have stood under the water for nearly five minutes when I heard soft steps behind me. "Mmmm...you look so good with the water running over your muscles like that." Carmen said, gently stroking my back. "You and Eric made me feel so special...let me pamper you a little." She said, grabbing a shower-puff and lathering my back. I had my arms extended straight ahead, bracing my body against the wall as Carmen soaped my back and buttocks. She slowly knelt down behind me, cleaning my thighs...running her hand into the crack of my ass and down to my balls. It felt incredible to have her bathe me like this, but relaxation soon turned to surprise as I felt her spread my cheeks and press her tongue to my freshly cleaned hole. "Oh shit...wow...um...that's...wow!" I stammered, unable to move as she voraciously chewed and licked at my hairy pucker. I never had anybody do that to me before, and the shock through my body was almost electric. "I tell you, friend...the first time she did that to me, she nearly blew my mind." Eric stated calmly, watching us through the glass wall and slowly stroking himself. "Get in here, baby...I want a taste of both your pussies." Carmen said, sounding sleazier than ever. I could have done without the characterization of my tight pucker being called a "pussy", but I couldn't fault how fucking great it felt to have her eating my ass. Things got even weirder as Eric took the same stance against the wall, only inches away from me. Carmen seemed pleased with herself as she slapped our butts and alternated eating our holes. I should have expected it, I suppose, but was still taken aback when Carmen slid a spit-soaked finger into my twitching brown-eye. She was enthusiastically lapping at her husband's back-side while deflowering my virgin hole. "Ungg...oh fffuuccckkk!" I groaned as Carmen pushed against my prostate, causing a string of clear fluid to flow from my dick and toward the floor. "Mmmm...yes! Excuse me baby...I don't want to let that go to waste!" Carmen said to Eric before quickly scooting in front of me, and engulfing the head of my now rigid cock. "You look so beautiful with your mouth full of cock." Eric said, looking toward Carmen as she swallowed my pole. I still had my hands stretched out toward the wall, with Carmen kneeling in front of me, when Eric stepped beside me. His hard cock pressed against the side of my leg, and my eyes flew open in response to his closeness. I considered backing away, but relented as Carmen gripped my nuts and sucked me down to the root. "I have a confession to make, Craig." Eric said, soaping the top of my shoulders. "I had some curiosities about the things we did tonight for a long time...but never considered doing any of it until my wife showed me how varied and wonderful our sexual lives could be. We understand and love each other so much, that we can try new things together without fear of judgment or jealousy. We want you to feel free to enjoy yourself to the fullest...secure in knowing that nothing will break our bond of trust." My heart was pounding...both out of fear and nerves. I remained speechless, my senses in overload, as Carmen had a vacuum-lock on my cock and Eric moved behind me...his cock resting in the crack of my ass. "Look...I've been willing to let things slide...especially to keep Carmen's fire stoked." I answered nervously. "But nothing more than a finger is sliding up my ass." Eric laughed as he reached around me, placing his hand on Carmen's head and pushing her further onto my cock. "That was not my intention, I assure you. I'm just getting more comfortable having you with us in such an intimate way." Eric stepped away, but my relief was short-lived as he knelt behind me, spread my cheeks wide and buried his tongue into my tight pucker. Carmen moaned around my cock in appreciation of her husband's efforts. "Holy fuck...oh shit!" I yelled. My body seemed locked in place...part of me disgusted by allowing this to happen...another overwhelmed by the incredible sensations flowing through me. "Yes...oh fuck, yes...I love how nasty you can be for me baby!" Carmen squealed, still stroking my cock and fingering her cunt. "Eat that ass, baby...make our friend feel so fucking good! Now you know why I love your man-pussy so much!" Eric was still tonguing my hole when Carmen stood in front of me, her body pressed against mine, and my cock sliding against her warm snatch. "I'm going to ask one more very special favor of you, Craig." She cooed, reaching down to slide my cock into her moist folds. "In the past, when you left us alone for the evening...my husband would sometimes allow me a very special treat. I have a favorite toy...one that allows me to do some fucking." She said with a giggle, running her hands down my back. "He didn't like it much at first, but my man has come to love it. I'd be so please if you'd help him know what it is to get really fucked." Eric heard everything Carmen was saying. He slowly stood and moved behind his wife, nuzzling the nape of her neck while running a hand between her legs to feel my cock wedged inside her. Eric raised his head and looked directly at me...his facial expression a mix of seriousness and apprehension. "My wife is asking far too much...but it is also a fantasy she has confided with me on several occasions. If you're willing to go that far to help me satisfy her on such a special day...there is no other person I'd consider. "You're shitting me...now you want me to fuck a dude up the ass?" I said, more than a little flummoxed. "I mean...shit...I thought fucking the hottest woman on the planet, in front of her husband, was a pretty heavy scene." "Shhhh...just relax, handsome." Carmen said, placing her finger to my lips. "It's a request, not a command. Eric dismissed the idea of enjoying such things as strongly as you...at first. I've tried things that I have no desire to repeat...but I've never regretted taking a plunge with people I trust and enjoy." "Stand your ground, my friend. Do nothing that makes you feel compromised." Eric said, leaving the shower and toweling off. "I'll get more wine to help take the edge off frayed nerves." "I should probably get going...leave your husband to finish your special birthday." I said, pulling back from Carmen's warm cavity and stepping back for a towel. "If you feel it's best, of course." Carmen said, with mild disappointment showing in her eyes. "I'd love to finish this wonderful evening with both of you. Perhaps I can interest you in another piece of ass? It was so amazing having both of you inside me...I'd love to feel that again." She purred, bending over to show me her curved backside while drying-off. "At least stay for one glass of wine." I had not intended to stay, but Carmen led me from the bathroom and back to their bed, handing me a full glass of Merlot. Eric was sitting on the mattress, his back against the headboard, watching his wife slide onto the mattress between us. The awkwardness of the shower seemed to dissipate as we shared idle conversation and slowly stroked Carmen's body. The wine was quite good, and I probably drank a little too fast, feeling more calm and relaxed than I had all night. "You know...I find it impossible to believe that you never, in your whole life, wondered what it would be like to touch another cock." Carmen said to me, as she lazily stroked mine and Eric's flaccid members. "How is it possible to see other naked men and not have even one flash of curiosity? I admire the beauty of other women all the time." "I think most guys have done the quick size comparison in a locker room." I replied, mildly annoyed she was bringing-up the topic. "That's hardly the same as wanting to handle the equipment." "I find the subtle differences amazing." Carmen said in a hushed tone as she rolled our balls in each hand. "So similar in size...yet the firmness, the weight, the veins and ridges...make each completely unique." The scent of Carmen's arousal filled the air and her nipples hardened as she explored the male anatomy on each side of her. "It was delightful to experience how different my girlfriend's pussy tasted...how long her clit became as I gave her pleasure." Carmen said breathlessly with her eyes closed. "It was so special to have her trust and share with me in that way." Releasing her grip on Eric's cock, she took the hand I was using to massage her thigh, and placed it on her husband's half-hard prick. "Is it like that for you too, handsome? Is it strange how familiar, yet foreign another man can feel? Stroke him for me, Craig...get him hard for me...just like you'd do it for yourself." Carmen made no effort hold my hand in position. I couldn't believe I wasn't pulling away. There was little doubt the seductress next to me was a master manipulator. Sure, at some point or another, likely as a hormone-crazed teenager...I gave fleeting thought to what it was like to feel a cock other than my own. I may have wondered how it felt to other guys when they jerked-off, or fucked their girlfriends. Carmen knew how to raise those buried curiosities, and how to use them for her own needs. The renewed wine-buzz was certainly a factor, but I was also very comfortable with these people...I kept justifying to myself that no one would ever know, as I suckled on Carmen's breast and gripped Eric's cock. Eric's member swelled within my grip, and I mindlessly stroked the hard rod covered in silky flesh. In terms of size, it was almost the same as pulling on my own pud...but the texture was slightly different, and the radiating heat seemed more intense. "Oooohh yyeesss." Eric moaned, with his tongue teasing Carmen's ear. "Perfect...perfect grip...at all the right spots." He said, biting her earlobe and pushing my face into her bosom. I'm not sure why, but I felt oddly proud that he judged my amateur attempts as perfect. Regardless...this was fucking weird. I felt a hand wrap around my own turgid pole, and I knew it was Eric...for the exact same reasons. He knew exactly how to hold it...how fast to stroke, and where to apply pressure at the right times. I was still sucking on Carmen's breast, moaning in appreciation as she began fingering her snatch. After a few moments, I could feel something slick around my fingers, as Eric began oozing precum. Carmen saw the clear syrup, and pulled my hand off Eric's organ. She licked the fluid from my fingers while bringing my face to hers for kiss. "You should try a taste, handsome...only Eric and I will know how brave you are." Carmen grabbed my neck and pushed me down and across her body until my face was an inch from Eric's cock. I had never been "face-to-face" with another penis, and the string of events that led to this were starting to freak me out. "I...uh...I can't do this." I mumbled, even though my gaze never left the leaking helmet in front of me. "It's ok, handsome...you don't have to." Carmen said coolly, as Eric remained silent. "I can assure you, few of your girlfriends grew-up hungry to swallow cock. We do it because we know it makes you feel good...which adds to our pleasure. Don't you like how it feels to have that warmth wrapped around your cock? Making a friend feel good doesn't change who you are." For a woman, Carmen seemed to have uncanny knowledge of what I was thinking. I'll admit that the thought of sucking cock had me thinking I was turning gay. Carmen was responsible for this...I would never act this way entirely on my own. Yet I couldn't deny, at least at this moment, that she had awakened a curiosity that I long ago buried as inappropriate and gross. "I can think of other warm spots that would feel pretty good." I replied lazily, still staring at the string of precum falling from her husband's cock. "Mmmm...that's true, Craig. I'm getting so hot and wet again for my two handsome men." She said, shoving Eric's hand into her pussy as her kneaded her breasts with the other. "I'm being selfish to push you this far. But I would hate to let your macho fear keep from things you might enjoy with friends you can trust." Damn, she was good. Calling me "fearful" and attacking my masculinity at the same time was a master stroke. I was feeling less inhibited from the wine, and was definitely getting horned as hell...the insinuation that I was scared, pushed me over the edge. The truth is that I really was scared as I scoffed at Carmen's remarks and found myself inching closer to the twitching member in front of me. I took it slow, dragging my tongue along the shaft, amazed at the silky feel of the outer skin that covered an unforgiving hardness underneath. "Uuuuhhh...mmmm....fffuuuccckkkk." Eric slowly groaned, as I tentatively licked his white-hot pole. "Oh Craig...suck his dick for me, baby...I want to see a real man sucking cock!" Carmen wailed, as Eric teased her swollen clit. My conscious mind seemed to shut down, and the protests in my head grew silent I let sexual need take over. My tongue lapped at the clear fluid, surprising me with a mildly salty, but almost imperceptible taste. My lips covered the spongy head as I pressed my tongue against the sensitive spot just under helmet. Knowing this could be a challenge, I gather as much spit as I could before inching my way down the steel-hard shaft. I felt like gagging more than a few times, but managed to keep my composure and worked about half the seven inches into my mouth. It felt...strangely wonderful. I knew Eric well enough to know that his wasn't a minor event for him either. I wasn't yet sure how I felt about being this vulnerable...but I never felt so entrusted in all my life. This was a guy who undoubtedly loved fucking his wife...and was willing to let me near his most favored body part. At that moment, I couldn't think of any stronger form of male-bonding. "Oh fuck yeah, man...suck it...suck my dick!" Eric moaned, thrusting his hips gently toward my mouth. "Good...so good...you can't teach this shit!" Eric and his wife seemed to move like a fluid team. Carmen sat-up, straddling my waist and impaling herself on my cock. Eric moved over my chest, his knees at my armpits and his hands on the headboard while feeding me his dick. Carmen was like a bitch in heat...her tunnel pulsating on my aching tool as she watched me sucking on her husband's pole. "Hot...so...fucking...hot!" Carmen squealed over and over while bouncing on my lap. "Best...birthday...ever!" A big part of me wanted to hate this. I knew I had been manipulated...but then again, I let it happen. I never thought two seconds about sucking cock before now...but I had seven inches of thick man-meat pushing down my throat. "Blame it on pleasing hottest pussy you ever encountered", I told myself, while concentrating on providing the best blowjob I could muster. It was no use...with every contraction of Carmen's tunnel, and every appreciative groan from Eric, I grew happier with myself for pleasuring them as they pleasured me. I no longer knew if I was straight, bi, or just plain sexual. All I knew is that I wanted all three of us to have a mind-blowing evening. As the feeling of liberation swept over me, I knew I could only feel this way with these two people...a truly unique connection. "Fuck your wife, man....I want to watch you fuck her!" I said, my jaw aching from stretching around Eric's swollen tool. Eric just grinned and pulled back as I moved Carmen off my lap and had her lay on the bed. I straddled Carmen's head, facing Eric as he sank into his wife's pussy with one powerful stroke. Eric leaned forward to suck my cock while Carmen ate my ass...the three of us in a pyramid of moaning and writhing bodies. This continued for a few minutes, when I made a major decision to just say "fuck it", and give these special friends what they really wanted. I had reservations as to whether I could go through with it...but my sense of adventure would never be stronger. Deep inside me, the taboo nature of the thing enticed me. If I didn't take the plunge tonight, I probably never would. I stepped away from carnal orgy, taking time to appreciate how good Eric and Carmen looked together...their passion for each other clearly evident. Walking to the foot of the bed, I got a clear view of Eric's cock plowing into his wife's stretched pussy...his balls swinging with every thrust. My cock ached and twitched with the thought of what I was about to do. I knelt on the mattress, my knees making Eric spread his legs wider as I moved-in behind them. Discretion Has Its Rewards "Your wife offered me her ass instead of yours. I've reconsidered that offer." I said bluntly, leaning over Eric's body and allowing my cock to rest between his cheeks. Carmen looked up toward me with a huge smile on her face. "I enjoy making love to women. I can't do that with you. I can only fuck you. If you want this, you need to know what you're getting. No tender kisses on the neck, no romantic phrases...just dick in your ass." "Understood...wouldn't want it any other way." Eric said, his voice riddled with nerves. Carmen reached behind her head and pulled out a bottle of lube from under a pillow. After handing it to me, she gripped Eric's ass, pulling him deeper into her pussy and spreading his cheeks wide apart. I had to laugh at myself for being unwilling to eat his hairy hole while I spread the cool, slick fluid over my cock and poured a thin stream onto his tight pucker. "Oh god, sweetheart...Craig is so hard...his cock is so ready to let you feel the real thing." Carmen said, pushing her fingers past his sphincter and spreading lube within the opening. "I'm so happy we found someone to share such special things." "I love you, baby...you've shown me so much." Eric said before kissing his wife deeply. "You're body is vibrating. This really does excite the hell out of you, doesn't it?" "So much...so hot...so fucking hot!" Carmen panted between ragged breaths. I smacked my aching cock against Eric's twitching ring, admiring his tight, athletic frame. While men never produced a rise in me before, I had to admit that Eric was in a newly discovered class of buds. It was the current situation, and the things he and his wife shared that had me thinking differently. I still didn't know if I could ever do this with any other couple. "You ready for this, man? Are you ready to take my cock and have me use your ass to bust a nut?" I grumbled close to Eric's ear. I found myself really getting into this. Not because I was about to plow a hairy ass, but for the first time since getting together with the Clays, I had some sense of being in control. I'd learned to respect the man, but at the core, I still thought he was an arrogant prick. Clearly, I was still being used for their games...but for once I didn't feel like a toy to be tossed in the corner when the fun was over. Eric paused a moment before answering, as though building his resolve. "Do it...shove that cock in my ass." He said tentatively, staring into his wife's eyes. I placed the head of my dick against Eric's tight opening and pushed. I had fucked only one girlfriend in the ass, and then only a few times. Entry always involved some effort, but Eric was proving to be more difficult. "Relax, baby...just like you do when I have you with my fake cock." Carmen said, sensing his nervousness. I could hear Eric take a few deep breaths, and then the head of my prick popped inside. "Uuunngg...oh fffuuuccckkk!" Eric grunted, his body tensing below me. "Slow man...just go slow." I gave Eric a few seconds to relax again before slowly inching deeper into his dark chute. Holy shit, he was tight! I enjoyed taking the back door with my former girlfriend, but even her sweet ass wasn't anything like the vise-grip this dude was giving me. Eric continued to grunt, groan, and breathe deeply as I made deliberate progress into his bowels. With Eric still mounting his wife, his balls were pushed back, providing a surreal sensation when my sack pressed into his and my trimmed pubic hairs filled the space between his moons. "I'm in all the way, man. I just took your tight pussy." I said to Eric with a husky snarl, wanting him to feel like I had power over him. "Not as hot and slick as your wife's lovely gash...but still a damn fine place for a solid fuck." I smacked one cheek of Eric's butt as I slowly withdrew, stopping just short of pulling out completely. This was still a game that we all needed to enjoy, so I had no intention of hurting him...but I sensed that Eric wanted the feeling of letting go, no longer needing to be the "man in charge, with all the answers". They always stressed that inviting others to play was not about humiliation...just the same, I started to enjoy having the sometimes cocky jerk impaled on my prick. "Aaaahhh...yeah...sshhiittt!" I moaned, pushing fully back inside with one even stroke. "Such a fucking tight hole!" Placing my hands on he back of Eric's shoulders, I pressed his body against his wife's as I began a moderate, but insistent rhythm...pushing hard near the end and forcing his own cock deeper into Carmen's velvet folds. Eric let out a few stifled whimpers at first, but soon seemed to adjust, and made no effort to slow my pace. Carmen squealed and yelped like a woman possessed with every forceful push against the conjoined lovers. My past girlfriends all seemed to prefer gentle-to-moderate lovemaking. But the opportunity for this invigorating fuck was more of a turn-on than I imagined. "Oh god...oh god...oh god!" Carmen repeated breathlessly as her body became flushed and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. The orgasm that swept through her was visibly intense. "Fuck...oh fuck, baby...damn you feel so good!" Eric exclaimed, reveling in the pulsations around his aching cock. Eric's brown-eye clamped even tighter around my prick as I could feel his reaction to Carmen's orgasm. I fully expected Eric to start making more frequent thrusts of his own, in order to cum at the same time as his wife. It seemed, however, that Carmen had other ideas. "Oh god, oh fuck...you need to see this sweetheart...you need to see how fucking hot this is! Carmen squealed, pulling out from under her husband...her puffy folds bright pink and dripping with nectar. Carmen greeted me with a deep kiss, her tongue dancing with my own. She pushed me back, and had me stand at the side of the bed. Guiding her husband to roll over, she coaxed his body to the edge of the mattress. Kneeling next to Eric, she leaned over and gripped my slick cock, pulling me toward them until my dick rested on Eric's balls. Taking the bottle of lube, Carmen squeezed an ample amount into her palm, wrapped her fingers around both our cocks and jerked us together with one hand. Both Eric and I moaned as Carmen's slick fingers teased our sensitive heads, and rubbed our shafts together. "Mmmmm...see...isn't it nicer when everyone plays well together?" Carmen said teasingly. "Grab that pillow for your head, sweety. I wouldn't want you to miss any of this." Eric reached for a nearby pillow, tucking it under his head as Carmen bent down to kiss him once more. "Fuck him, Craig. I want my brave man to see himself taking all of that hot cock!" I looked Eric straight in the eyes as I lifted his calves onto my shoulders. "Shit, man...I need to get off...and fucking your hole is hotter than I could have imagined." Carmen released her husband's dick, but still held mine to align it with Eric's overstretched sphincter. Eric's cock was still rock-hard, and pulsed with every beat of his heart...a clear string of precum pooled around his naval. With a deep grunt, I pushed fully back into him, causing Eric to wince with the sudden intrusion. I leaned over to suck one of Carmen's nipples as I pummeled her husband's ass. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...so...fucking...different" Eric grunted with every thrust into his backside. "The heat...ugh...the hardness." "See baby...I told you...I told you it would be so much better!" Carmen said with obvious delight. "Oh Craig...you've been such a trooper!" she said, slapping my ass. "Fuck him hard, handsome! Jerk him for me, Craig...make my hubby shoot his cum and clamp around your hot cock!" Carmen commanded, reaching back for her dildo and slipping it in her cunt. Unbelievably, I actually paused a moment to consider whether I wanted to jack him off. It didn't take long to realize how big a dumbass I was. At this point, I'd pretty much abandoned all my prejudices and inhibitions...even though I may not be completely comfortable with it yet. I gripped Eric's cock firmly, his lube-covered member sliding easily within my fingers as my thumb teased the spot just under the head. I was sweating...drops of water trailed down my back. My balls were loose and hanging low, slapping against Eric's cheeks with every rapid thrust. I could feel Eric's dick swell slightly, and saw his scrotum begin to contract. "Fuck...fuck...oh god...oooohhhh fffuuuccckkkk!" Eric screamed pulse after pulse of heavy white cream shot from his cock...landing on his face, chest and abs. His tight pucker clamped around my thrusting dick tighter than ever as the last of his cum coated my fingers. "Ungg...shit...fuck...so close...so close!" I mumbled, fucking the constricted opening with short, rapid strokes. "In his ass, handsome! Fill my man's ass with cum!" Carmen shrieked as yet another battery-induced orgasm flowed through her. I was there...and Carmen's request seemed like the only thing to do. "Aaaarrrrggg...ffffuuuccckkkk...dddaaammmnnnn!!" I yelled as five heavy shots of spunk erupted from my aching tool and splashed inside another man's bowels. I was exhausted, and fell onto the bed next to Eric as Carmen took my place...lifting her husband's legs and licking the cum as it oozed from his well-worn hole. "Mmmmm...I'm eating your pussy, baby. Our friend Craig fucked you so good. He tastes so yummy coming out of your tight ass!" Carmen said, sounding raunchier than ever. Eric and I were both panting for air, trying to regain our composure. I held my hand in the air, not sure what to do with my cum-covered extremity. "Lick it for me, Craig." Carmen said, watching me from between her husband's legs as she cleaned his balls. "Let me see you eat another man's seed. That would be a wonderful way to end such a perfect birthday." Honestly, I was spent, and no longer felt the urge to be experimental. But it also seemed like a small step compared with everything else. I tasted my own a few times, so it didn't seem that big a deal...and it wasn't. I put the sticky digits in my mouth, and found the taste familiar, yet slightly different...a bit more salty, perhaps. While it didn't do much for me, it seemed to please Carmen to no end. The evening ended with a bit more wine, another shower, and one beamingly happy lady. This was no doubt, an experience I'd never forget. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Nearly a month had passed when another note arrived, in the same familiar stationary. Craig, Thank you so much for a very special evening. I know how much you and Eric struggled with letting yourselves go, just to please a demanding bitch like myself. I believe you gave Eric a chance to explore in ways he never would with anyone else. His backside was sore for a few days, but he never claimed to regret the experience. For him, saying nothing negative is like speaking volumes in the affirmative. I would like to think I opened doors for you as well. In gratitude for you willing attitude, I've said many wonderful things about you to my girlfriend, Cathy. She's the special friend that I shared with Eric on his birthday. I hate playing the role of match-maker, but I think you two would make a handsome and exciting couple. She's only two years older than you, and shares the same hesitant curiosity of the unknown. I know this may be an unwelcome proposition, and I apologize if I've overstepped or interfered with any current relationships. Your Uncle, however, tells me you're still an available bachelor. You can imagine my motives are not completely unselfish. Eric and I have decided not to pursue other playmates. We both agree that things are too risky to involve many more people. I think that he would love the idea of finding a secure, like-minded couple to share in occasional fun. I can't think of any better solution than two people we already trust and respect. Think about it, handsome...there may be more adventure around the corner for all of us. As always, the decision is yours. Carmen As I read the letter, my cock was already swelling while thinking of wild possibilities. Of course, none of it mattered if this friend of Carmen's turned out to be completely wrong for me. Still...a little discretion served me well so far...maybe this would be the best gift yet. It couldn't hurt to give it a shot. Discretion is the Better Part... He'd seen the ad running in the local paper for the past several weeks, and he had to admit, it intrigued him - "Discrete handyman needed for long-term remodel work. One employer, private residence needing significant updates based on owners' personal needs. Rewards commensurate with performance. Contact............" He thought it might be the way it was worded - the emphasis on "Discrete", and no mention of payment...or experience required, just "reward commensurate with performance". He had a few minor jobs lined up already. Old Lady Taylor had some door knobs that needed replaced and Mr. McCracken needed his gutters cleaned and wasn't able to get up on ladders anymore. Seemed like most of the town was getting older and "less able" to do for themselves anymore. He didn't mind really, kept him in grocery money and the occasional beer. Nothing that challenged him though - or used any of the skills and talents he really did have. His old man had been a contractor - could "build a house from the ground up starting with nothing but a pile of toothpicks, bricks and rocks". It was an old joke when he'd been growing up and he didn't think much of the O.M.'s skills and abilities. Not then anyway. Then it was just a pain in his ass, getting stuck all summer long hauling asphalt shingles up and down ladders doing roofing jobs - or spackling for finishing painters - or any of the myriad other "jobs" his father had found for him to perform as "unpaid labor". He had to admit now though, he'd learned. He'd learned a lot. Probably more than the old man had planned when some of the construction teams had taken him "under their wing".... Might have been just because he was a skinny, long-haired kid. Made him an easy target for the jokes about "sissy boys" and not being able to tell if he was a boy or girl from behind. On the other hand, might just have been because they were mean fuckers - too small minded, and small town to leave him be. Granted, there were some whose only interest was in teaching him "useful" skills - how to use a miter saw, or hang sheet rock. He was still grateful to them for providing him with a way of earning a living. It was "the others" - the half dozen or so finishing painters who, at the end of a long, sweltering week, the summer he turned 18, had turned up with a case or so of cold beer. They'd encouraged him to drink, and then sent him up the ladder to finish taping and mudding. He'd gone up, not realizing that, once he was on the ladder he was trapped - and with the help of the beer, he'd initially been a semi-willing victim to their hands and mouths. He was young then, a virgin, and like all teenage boys, perpetually horny. Just starting to date he had no experience to relate the events to and knew only that, at first, the feel of the older mens' hands and mouths on his genitals and ass had been wildly stimulating. He remembered his cock feeling so hard he'd thought he could hammer nails with it and he'd cum twice within mere minutes. It was after - after they'd pulled him down from the ladder and bent him over the sawhorses that things got - not bad, but tough. The first few times had hurt like hell of course - they weren't particularly gentle and they'd all had too much to drink. He'd bled off and on for much of the next week. Just when he thought he was starting to recover nicely his father had informed him that the "crew from last week" had been so impressed with his work that they'd asked for him again - "special". He'd arrived that morning on shaking legs but with his cock already hard and throbbing. They'd had a few more surprises for him that day he recalled - a lacy satin teddy and tap pants had gone on first, then lace topped, stockings made to stay up by themselves. A pair of low heeled mules and a touch of rose lip gloss had completed his ensemble. At first, the hard hands of the workmen had been rough, stripping and fondling him before they began dressing him in the items they'd brought - to "teach him another lesson". But one by one their voices had grown hoarse and hushed and their hands had gentled - stroking his balls sweetly as they dangled from the legs of the tap pants. Finishing they'd stood back and looking at their trembling hands and straining cocks he'd felt flushed with the sense of power over them he'd felt. He'd spent the day strutting through the house - clambering up and down the ladder - luxuriating in the feel of the satin and lace against his skin. Watching them watch him out of the corner of their eyes - taking every opportunity they could to touch him, stroke him, rub against him with their hardness. He liked it. Liked the feeling of control it had given him, but loved the feeling of the material on his nipples and rigid cock or sliding over his ass when they slid their hands up and down his crack. Before he went home that night he was aching all over, the stockings and tap pants a wet sticky mess from the loads of cum draining from his ass and that he'd shot off himself with their handling. His jaws ached and his lips felt raw from sucking one after another cock. But they'd let him keep the gorgeous clothes, and even wear them home under his own clothes. It had been days before he'd washed them - keeping them under his mattress to fondle and masturbate into. Wearing them under his clothes - or strutting around the house in them when he knew he couldn't be discovered. Early girlfriends were always impressed that he wasn't trying to get them OUT of their lingerie - but seemed content to fondle them through the clothing, or rub against them, occasionally even exciting them orally through the silk, satin or nylon. He'd eventually joined the military trying to get away from his Old Man. Maybe if his Mom hadn't died when he was so young things might have been different, but there was just the two of them, and no one to mediate their fights. During that time it hadn't usually been possible to enjoy his "little habit". He'd missed it. Time spent perusing girlie magazines and lingerie ads wasn't for the usual reasons - not that he didn't enjoy looking at naked girls and was no longer a virgin with women either - but he liked to look at the ads and imagine how it would feel to be wearing the clothing in the ads. THEN he would finally get so hard that he could cum in a few simple strokes of beating off. After leaving the military he'd come home, thinking he'd pick up his life again where he'd left off, only to find his high school sweetheart had married a nice "college boy" and moved to the Capitol. Dude was in banking, or something like that - something that brought more financial rewards than cleaning the towns gutters, building an occasional wine cabinet and painting siding. He'd never married, not that there hadn't been women, even some fairly serious relationships, but something always seemed to be missing. He kept busy and the ad stayed in the paper. But the day came when the odd jobs began to dry up as the economy tanked and no one had money to hire a "Handyman" anymore. The fact that the ad had stayed in the paper had really begun to pique his curiosity as well, he wondered what the job had entailed, or why it had gone unfilled. And finally one late afternoon, after a beer or two, he had called the number. The voice on the line was soft but husky. Female he was sure, but with a sound of too many late nights and cigarettes. What the old man would have called a "whiskey voice" he recalled. Her car would pick him up at the local convenience store parking lot in two days, but he was going to have to prove to the driver, and later to her, that he could be discrete - not talk about the work he would be doing for her. He had the two days to figure out just HOW he was going to do that. On the afternoon in question he was at the Gas-N-Go standing next to his truck in plenty of time. When the Suzuki with the darkened windows pulled up next to him the driver only lowered the window a few inches - enough to look out with polarized sunglasses and a black chauffeur cap. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. The window rolled back up, but he heard the doors unlock and he slid into the back seat, behind the driver. Lying on the seat was a blindfold and soft, classical music was playing over the speakers. He realized others before him had probably made this trip and that measures were in place for the protection of everyone involved. Strapping himself in with the seat-belt and sliding the blindfold on he felt the vibration of the 4-wheel drive vehicle change and realized they were in motion, leaning back he tried to relax without keeping track of the turns. He hoped he wasn't going to get motion sick from "flying blind" as it were. As the minutes passed he felt his nervousness increasing and by the time the motion of the car stopped permanently and the engine was turned off he was starting to wonder just what the fuck he was getting himself into. Freakin' rewards had BETTER be commensurate with experience...no 'performance' that was it he thought as he heard the door next to him open and he risked reaching up to remove the mask covering his eyes. The driver was no where in sight, but the car itself was parked in front of a large, Victorian style house. A heavy cast iron door knocker hung on the door and he didn't see a door bell. I can still back out, he thought, but I don't have a clue where I am so I hope they take the unsuccessful candidates back to their cars instead of burying them out in the garden. The echo of the door knocker was audible even outside the house but the door opened promptly from within, leading him to believe that someone on the other side had been waiting for his knock. As the door closed behind him and that someone stepped forward to take his jacket, he tried not to stare. A young woman...a gorgeous young woman he corrected himself, with flame colored hair tied back in a loose pony tail and hanging nearly to her hips, wearing a studded dog collar and leash and nothing else, her beauty invited staring, but her manner was quiet and withdrawn. Never raising her head or meeting his gaze he couldn't even tell what color her eyes were, but a spatter of freckles dusted her shoulders, upper back and the slope of her breasts. Fingernails and toenails were short, rounded and left natural without polish, and from what he could see, there wasn't an inch of hair on her, past the copper tresses of her head. No make up seemed to cloud her natural beauty and despite his nerves and the circumstances he felt a stirring. She didn't say a word, just handed him the end of the leash attached to her collar, and turned to lead the way down the hall. Reaching a large solarium she stood by a comfortable looking wing chair until he realized he was supposed to sit. A cozy covered teapot sat on a small side table with dishes of cut lemon and cubed sugar, a small cream pitcher and a cup and saucer. Once he was seated, the young woman pour some of the fragrant tea - hands hovering over lemon, sugar and cream until he shook his head in negation. Wrapping his large hands around the cup, rather than try and hold it by the delicate handle, he savored the delicate flavor of the brew. "What kind of tea is this?" he inquired of the young woman but, eyes still on the floor, she gave her head a tiny shake. "It's Oo Long Tea Mr. Connor." He nearly spilled the tea as the sudden voice, coming from behind him, startled him. The young woman, the maid he wondered, quickly moved to take the cup from him as he stood up and turned toward the voice. "Do you like it?" she asked. Struck dumb again, all he could do was bob his head. If he'd thought the young woman was gorgeous, THIS woman was breath-taking in the damndest way. Tall and full-figured she moved slowly, carrying a long, ebony cane with a silver, claw handle. Her hair was short and black with one, shining silver lock in front. Carmine lip gloss covered her full lips and a matching shade of nail enamel gleamed from her long fingernails. But it might have been the manner of her dress that sealed the deal for him, from the black, satin brocade corset to the matching garter belt, G-string and seamed stockings, she was a picture of perfection, and the frequent peek of nut brown nipples over the cups of the corset, totally set him aflame. Moving slowly across the room to the chair directly across from him she finally seated herself, motioning him to return to his seat. "Copper" warmed his tea and returned it to him before she moved across the room to a similarly equipped table to serve her Mistress. Sipping at the hot beverage the older woman spoke again - "Now then Mr. Carson, you convinced my driver that you could be trusted, perhaps you will convince me." And with fingers suddenly awkward from anticipation, he stood, setting down his tea cup, and beginning to remove his outer clothes. Underneath he was wearing a red satin teddy and thong combo with matching garter belt and taupe stockings. Despite his cock being tucked back, between his legs to start, with his walking and now his state of excitement, it had erupted from the side of thong and, once freed from his jeans, arched up and away from his body, swinging freely. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as they raked him from head to toe and back again. Holding up her hand and making a circling motion she indicated she'd like to see him turn around, and he did making one complete circle before ending again with his back to her. Bending forward until his head touched the seat of the chair he reached back, spreading the cheeks of his ass so that she could see, not only the thin strap of the G-string bisecting his cleft, but that it was holding in place the base of a butt plug. He heard her chuckle and turned again, re-seating himself but with his erection still making its presence known. "You took quite a risk Mr Carson!" She smiled at him. "Suppose I had just wanted to know you were trustworthy around my home and valuables?" He shrugged, "Then Madam," at her frown he took the risk and changed it, "Mistress, I would have shown you my bonding and insurance papers." He watched her fingers disappearing as she fondled the young woman standing next to her. "And how long have you enjoyed your diversions?" He shrugged again, "There's no one alive who knows or remembers except me." "I see. Perhaps you would like a tour of my home and the area where you will be working, but first, " turning now to "Copper" she said "Fleur, please take care of Mr Carson's tension so he can walk." He suspected the "please"was a symbolic gesture as the young woman immediately moved to kneel in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth and gently releasing his balls from the captivity of the G-string. While her mouth and hands moved on him, the other continued to speak - "This IS my home Mr. Carson, but it is also the meeting place for a very select group of friends and companions. Most of us have similar tastes and interests - highly 'specialized' tastes and interests in some cases. First and foremost, we require privacy and security to enjoy our diversions. Additionally, for some of us a modicum of luxury is required for our pleasure, while for others....well, it will all become clear to you." As she talked she had begun to pace around his chair, watching the interchange occurring there with some interest until, without warning, pausing or breaking stride she lashed out with the ebony cane squarely across Fleur's ivory buttocks, raising an immediate red welt. Fleur neither jumped nor, more importantly he thought, bit down but did immediately begin sucking and bobbing her head, swirling her tongue, with more vigor and enthusiasm. Reaching under his balls he felt a finger gently probing toward his anus, circling the rim and removing the butt plug, then increasing the pressure until his sphincter gave, allowing her finger entry. He felt his nuts tighten as she stroked a few times, fucking him with one and then suddenly two fingers, but as she cupped her hand upward, fingertips reaching inside to massage his prostate, he groaned, gripping the arm rests of the chair hard, as he shot load after load down the back of the girl's throat. "Ahhhh, good!" Mistress said, pouring him another cup of the Oo Long tea. "If you will please take a moment to refresh and collect yourself now, we will begin." Fleur withdrew her fingers from his ass and he watched with morbid fascination as she licked and sucked them clean, then bending down further he felt her tongue licking and cleaning the area around his asshole and taint. He wondered at the psychology that produced such abject obedience and how long it took to attain. The combination of stimuli was enough to leave him semi-hard and he thought to himself, this might be it, this might be what I've been missing all these years - it's close, really close - from the acceptance of him in lingerie, to the visual stimulus provided by both Fleur and her Mistress, to the sheer physical pleasure he was feeling as Fleur delicately tongued his anus - all of it taken together in circumstances never achieved before. Oh hell yeah, he thought, this is CLOSE. They began their tour in the upstairs bed and bathrooms. Some work had been completed already. Plumbing and electrical contractors had been through. Furniture had been purchased and some attempt at decorating had been made. Some of the rooms were furnished with masses of pillows and silk covered floor mats, with diaphanous draperies hiding walls and windows. Another room was furnished much like a child's class room with several student desks, a teacher's desk at the front and black boards. One room resembled a medical exam room with trays of equipment and an exam table with stirrups and a final room resembled a home library or office. As they moved through the rooms she explained the work that was needed in each room, from lacy wood-work to cover the windows and the installation of brackets on the walls in "The Harem Rooms" to building the built in bookshelves that were needed in the library/office. Yes, he could do all the work that was needed. No, he would not need to hire anyone else although was she... Yes, she was aware that doing all of the work by himself would take longer, and yes, she was also aware that some of the rooms might be unusable while he worked on them. He was mentally making lists of needed supplies and his ideas until she grabbed a notebook and pen from a desk in the classroom, shoving them at him without ceremony. Thereafter he was able to sketch out ideas and make notes as they progressed from room to room. In the back gardens and woods she already had gardeners laying paths and laying in flower beds and other plantings. None of the gardeners looked up or glanced their way, despite Fleur's nudity and the presence of a strange man in lingerie and hose and again he wondered where in the HELL they were and how she attained their apparent loyalty and obedience. As they reached the lower levels, the old basement and cellars, things started to get really fascinating to him. The main room had multiple floor drains and shower hoses on one side with what looked like gymnastic equipment on the other. A small set of bleacher seats stretched along one wall. As they entered the room Fleur moved, dropping to her knees in front of her Mistress. The corset-clad woman lifted her by the chin, asking - "Yes, child, what is it?" Green eyes, he thought, she has green eyes - seeing them for the first time as her eyes darted to the corner of the room. The carmine-tipped fingers stroked the flame-colored locks as the senior woman chuckled, "Yes, you HAVE been a good girl at that. We have company though. Mr. Carson do you mind if Fleur takes her reward? We can watch if you like, or you may want to participate..." The green eyes rolled back toward his crotch at that before blinking solemnly, the tip of her talented tongue touched her upper lip briefly before disappearing again. He felt a surge of excitement as he nodded, seeing Fleur immediately move to what looked like a gymnast's horse - except lower to the ground. It was, he realized, apparently hydraulic as Fleur pressed some buttons, adjusting the height. She laid back on the equipment, arms and legs dangling to either side, her naked body open and vulnerable in its display. The Mistress moved to one side, beckoning him -