0 comments/ 196745 views/ 14 favorites Emily By: Martin Cory Some of my friends tease me about baby-sitting. "You're eighteen now, Emily." they all say, ".You shouldn't be baby-sitting anymore." But, the way I look at it; I'm saving money that I know I'm going to need once college starts. Besides, it's become routine - every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoon at the Cunningham's. Occasionally Mrs. Cunningham has me come by on a Saturday and pays me extra. I make twenty dollars, or more, every visit. I knocked on the door. As always, Mrs. Cunningham was happy to see me, "Come on in Emily," she said, "...Everything is ready - the baby is asleep." The baby was always asleep, it seemed like he was on sleeping pills or something. "Go ahead Mrs. C., I know where everything is," I told her. Gloria Cunningham is a stunning woman; at five foot-seven with long auburn hair, she always seemed perfect to me - a natural beauty. She dressed well - not real fancy or gaudy, but well groomed. She always smelled great too, she wore some kind of herbal perfume and every time I smelled it, a strange sensation ran through me. "I know, honey, I know. okay, I'm on my way." She reached over and kissed me on the cheek; I could smell her perfume. Mrs. C. pulled away, then stopped and looked into my eyes - I stared back. Suddenly, she kissed me square on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, it was more of a peck really, but it left me paralysed for a few seconds. Then she gathered her stuff and was out the door. As soon as she left I went into her bedroom. I always went to her bedroom because she had one of those adjustable beds and I could sit back and watch TV in absolute comfort. The bed wasn't made, so I took it upon myself to make it. As I was doing so, I noticed something protruding from between the mattress and box spring; it looked like some kind of a knob. I reached and pulled it out - it was a fairly large vibrator! I sensed that Mrs. C. was lonely; since her husband was always away at work and she was usually busy herself, so it made sense that she would masturbate in order to take care of that 'missing element'. The vibrator was long and slender, the tip was a little bit curved, and the base was ribbed. I'd never seen one; except for pictures in those Laura Ashley catalogues. The ads always said it was a massager, but anyone could tell by its shape that it was meant for pussy stimulation. I never actually held one, so I was curious. I stared at it for a moment and then sniffed it. I don't know why I sniffed it, but when I did I smelled the funk that I knew came from Mrs. C's pussy and it really turned me on. As I sniffed, I had a vision of Mrs. C. kissing me. I opened my eyes, shrugged, and returned the toy back under the mattress, then continued to make the bed. As I tucked the sheets in under the mattress I felt other objects and I began pulling them all out; there was an arsenal of dildos and vibrators - five of them, all together. One was fleshed coloured and had bumps all over it - I twisted its' base and it began to vibrate, soft and slow, and as I turned the knob it vibrated harder and faster. I began to imagine what it would feel like inside my pussy. One vibrator really amazed me - actually, it wasn't a vibrator at all, but a very large rubber dildo shaped like a big black cock. There was another one that was smaller and coloured red; and there was a butt plug! "Wow! Mrs. C. must really be lonely," I said to myself. I smelled the big black one, taking long deep breaths with my eyes closed, imagining Mrs. C. working the big black cock in and out of her pussy. The thought enraptured me and I started touching myself underneath my skirt and panties. The more I sniffed the harder I rubbed, and the more aroused I became. I started to lick the rubber cock. My body heat was rising and my fingers worked their way into my pussy. I sucked the black cock, and imagined I was sucking a real black cock. When I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the mirror - the dildo in my mouth and my fingers inside my spread pussy, I came. Afterwards, I cleaned up, made the bed, and put everything away. I must have seemed a little uneasy when Mrs. Cunningham came home, because she kept asking me if everything was all right. "Of course," I assured her. "Wait here and I'll get some cash out of the bedroom," she said. I was nervous when she went into the bedroom; I was afraid she would somehow discover what I had done earlier. My anxiety was peaking when, finally, she came out and handed me some cash. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked. "Sure," I said as I turned to leave. Before I reached the door Mrs. C grabbed my arm; I turned, a bit startled. "I just want to give you a hug, honey," she said as she embraced me. As she held me, my uneasiness seemed to disappear. I don't know how long she hugged me, but she held me so tight I could feel her breasts on mine, and feel the heat from her thighs pressing against my legs. I couldn't help imagining her naked, with the big black dildo inside her pussy; I felt so horny and my pussy was getting real wet. I came back the next day; Mrs. C was in a hurry. "There's food in the fridge, help yourself", she said as she rushed out the door. "By!" I went to check the baby - fast asleep. As I passed Mrs. C's bedroom I could hear the TV, so I went in. Without thinking twice I sat on the bed, but instead of 'Oprah' or 'Rikki', pornography filled the screen. I was shocked at first, and turned my head. I tried to keep my eyes away, but when I heard women moaning, I was curious. I looked up, stopping to take it all in. On the screen was a beautiful blonde woman propped up on a kitchen counter with her legs spread wide open. There was another woman on her knees, with her face in the blondes' crotch, licking her pussy; it seemed like she couldn't get enough. The blonde had her eyes shut and held the girls' head, pushing her wet pussy into her partners' face. She looked down and watched the girl dutifully suck her vagina. The girl looked up at her matron, her tongue still inside the luscious hole, and the blonde looked back at her so lovingly, "Mmm.you make me feel so good." she said as she continued to press the girls' face into her pussy. I watched enthusiastically as the next scene came on the screen. Now the dark-haired girl was on her stomach, with her ass lifted way up, fully exposing her pussy. The golden-haired girl got on all fours, positioned herself behind the brunette, and started licking her pussy from behind, inducing screams of delight. I couldn't believe it when she started licking the girl's asshole; I'd never seen anything like it before. She licked her asshole like she was making love to it, and I started getting really horny. 'Blondie' poked her tongue inside the girls' butt hole, making her squirm with delight; I started squirming too. There 's something erotic and forbidden about analingus that makes it arousing and exciting. Watching two beautiful women engage in such a lewd act, sent waves of pleasure cursing through me. The next thing I know the blonde has a gold dildo in her hand and starts fucking her companion with it, never removing her tongue from the girls' ass. I was completely turned on and could feel my pussy get real wet; I started rubbing myself. Jerkin' myself off watching these women go at it, stirred me up! I finger fucked myself until I remembered Mrs. C's dildo collection. I got up, reached under the mattress, and grabbed the first things my hands got hold of - the big black cock and the smooth vibrator. I raised the adjustable bed so that I was sitting up with my legs spread wide and my wet pussy fully exposed. I licked the vibrator, getting it real wet and slippery with my saliva, and then turned it on - low. I sat, propped up, jerking myself off to a lesbian porno. It didn't hit me until right then; I was engrossed by the sight of women licking each other's pussies and assholes - aroused to the point of fucking myself with a large vibrator! Two different women were on the screen, in a 69 position. The images and slow motion close-ups of the lesbians, with their probing tongues inside their lover's pussy, gave me the most erotic sensation. I rubbed the vibrator up and down on my clit, causing my twat to swell and my imagination to soar. I reached over and grabbed the black dildo with my free hand, shoved it in my mouth to get it wet, then stuffed it into my waiting hole; my pussy was so wet and ready that it slipped right in. While holding the vibrator on my clit, I jammed the huge dildo in and out of my cunt. My hips bucked as I pressed the vibrator harder and thrust the big black cock deeper into my snatch. I sat, propped up, fucking myself with Mrs. C's dildos; I began to think of her. She probably masturbates like this every day; while watching this very same video. It suddenly dawned on me that Mrs. C. got off on lesbians. Is she a lesbian? "She's married," I thought. "If Mrs. C. is a lesbian and wants to have sex with women. does she want to have sex with me? .Does she find me attractive?" I couldn't stop thinking about her; imagining her fucking me with the black dildo - rolling me over and fucking me with it, then licking my butt-hole like the dykes in the video. All six inches of the black cock was shoved in my vagina. I held it there as I squirmed around, forcing it deeper into me; it felt so good. I continued to wiggle on the dildo, and work the vibrator on my clit, while visions of Gloria Cunningham filled my head. I remembered her embrace; how warm she was, how her breasts were so hard and felt so good rubbing against me. And yesterday - the way she looked at me and kissed me on my mouth - I imagined her kissing me, and came. I lay there for a while; spent, then turned the vibrator off. I waited a few more minutes before I slipped the dildo out of my cunt. I pulled it out slowly as shivers ran down my spine. The black phallus was covered with my creamy jizz. The women on the screen were still eating each other out, and I was still, very much, turned on, so I licked all my cum from the dildo, tasting my own pussy. The funk was soft and wet; it tasted sweet and sour at the same time. I sucked on the dildo as if it were a real cock, driving it in and out of my mouth. My pussy began to ache and I started rubbing it again. I sucked the black cock and finger fucked myself until the dildo was clean and I reached my second orgasm. When I was done I put my panties back on, turned off the TV, and straightened up the room. Mrs. C would be home soon. Mrs. Cunningham came home about an hour or so later. I had fed and changed the baby and was playing with him when Mrs. C came through the door. "Was he a good boy?" she said as she picked him up and kissed him. "No trouble at all", I said. "You know, Emily, if you've got some time, I could sure use your help", Mrs. C began. "I know I probably should have done it earlier but ... Oh well. You see, I need to get some shopping done, but instead of leaving you here alone with the baby, I thought we could all go together ... what do you say?" "Sure, I'd love to", I said. A couple of hours later we returned. I took care of the baby, who was fast asleep, while Mrs. C put the groceries away and started dinner. I wanted to help, but I'm not the greatest cook, so I set the table and got things ready. When we sat down at the dining room table it was near sunset. The sky was all blue and orange. It was beautiful. "Would you like some wine with your meal?" Mrs. C asked. "I'm not sure I should drink", I said, "...but I've heard that wine is good with meals and is actually considered healthy." "Well, yes it is", Mrs. C said as she poured my glass. The dinner was really good. I felt really good too. I didn't eat too much and it seemed we polished off two bottles of red wine. I wasn't really drunk at all, I just felt really good. I felt loose and comfortable. "Why don't we cozy up on the couch and watch a movie or something?" Mrs. C suggested. I know I must have been a little drunk because my response was something like, "My favourite is the one in your room." Mrs. C didn't say anything for a moment. Then she asked, in a sultry way, "You've seen the tape in my room?" "Oh yeah!" I said, "...what a turn on!" Through my drunkenness, I realized what I had said and suddenly felt uncomfortable. I fidgeted a bit and told Mrs. C I was sorry, that I shouldn't have said that and that I should go home. "No, no, no", she said, "It's okay", and insisted that I stay and sit down. "So you liked it, huh?" "Yeah", I said hesitantly. Another silent moment. Mrs. C looked at me. She was really beautiful and as I looked at her I started thinking about the tape and how I fucked myself while watching it, and how Mrs. C probably fucks herself when she watches it. I could feel shivers in my body. The thoughts swimming in my head were turning me on. "Well then...", Mrs. C said suddenly. She stood up, walked into her bedroom, and came back holding the tape, "...It's settled." She put the tape into the machine and turned on the television. I was silent. I know she was putting in the tape of the lesbians. I was nervous, a little confused, and a little ashamed. I thought the best thing to do would be to leave, but I didn't want to. I wanted to watch the women on the tape. I wanted to masturbate. As these thoughts floated through my head I kept asking myself if I was a lesbian; or if Mrs. C was a lesbian. Why was I so turned on by the images? The screen came on and Mrs. C plopped back on the couch. She seemed very comfortable and easy, like there was nothing to fear or worry about. Her attitude relaxed me. It all seemed very normal. We watched the screen. We watched the two women in the video fuck each other with dildos and lick each other's pussies. I was getting so turned on. I started to reach for my pussy without even being aware of what I was doing. Mrs. C looked over. Realizing what I was doing, I stopped. "No, honey...go ahead, don't be afraid", Mrs. C said to me. I looked at her, a little confused. "It's okay", she assured me. I reached down under my skirt, slipped my hand into my panties; my pussy was so hot. "That's it, honey", I heard Mrs. C coo as I started rubbing my pussy. I was watching the woman on TV go down on the other as I rubbed my pussy. Mrs. C reached over and put her hand on my knee. She tugged on my knee, motioning me to spread my legs. I looked at her. I stopped. I stood up and peeled my panties off. My school uniform was still on and I left my shoes and socks on. I sat back down on the couch and spread my legs wide. My pussy was fully exposed and I began masturbating. I looked over at Mrs. C; I could tell she was getting hot. "I want to watch you too, Mrs. C", I said. Mrs. C stood up. She stood right in front of me. "Keep touching yourself, Emily", she said. I obeyed. Then she began removing her clothes. She was doing it slow. This really turned me on and I began masturbating more diligently. Her breasts were exposed and I thought they were just perfect. Now she was completely naked standing in front of me. I looked at her body; she was beautiful. I kept on rubbing my pussy. Mrs. C sat beside me on the couch, put her right leg around my left leg and began masturbating. I know it was just her leg, but the feeling of her flesh on mine was incredible. I was so hot and horny. We watched the tape and masturbated. The blonde woman in the video was eating out the other girl from behind, licking her pussy and asshole. We kept on masturbating. Then Mrs. C reached over with her hand and put it on my pussy. We stopped. I looked at her. She was so beautiful. She began rubbing my pussy. "Ohhh!", I moaned, as she rubbed and rubbed. It felt even better than when I rubbed myself. She moved her head closer to mine and began kissing me. I thought I was going to explode. We were making out while she continued jerking me off. I thought, for sure, I was going to come. We stopped kissing and Mrs. C looked right at me, right into my eyes. Then, without saying a word, she inched her face down to my pussy. I was so excited and turned on. I knew what she was going to do. I wanted it so much. Suddenly I felt her warm mouth on my pussy. Her tongue began licking and probing me. I moaned, in ecstasy. "0h! .Lick me, please lick me", I cooed. As Mrs. C licked my cunt I could see the girls on the screen. The blonde was kneeling on a couch with her ass held high, while the other girl licked and sucked her ass and pussy from behind. I watched. I looked down at Mrs. C licking away. I repositioned myself on the couch just like the blonde. It took Mrs. C only a second to figure out what I wanted. I held my ass up high and spread my pussy with my hands. Mrs. C buried her face into my cunt. "Oh my God!" I thought to myself, "...this is incredible!" I felt Mrs. C's tongue slide up into my asshole. This was the most erotic, lust filled sensation I ever had. "Ohh!" I moaned and wiggled my butt around in order to achieve the maximum effect. "Lick my asshole Mrs. C.... Oh! ... It feels so good!" She licked and licked my asshole. Slurping up and down on my pussy and asshole. She grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands, spread my ass wide open, and started sucking my asshole. She stuck her tongue right into my ass. Her tongue was in my asshole, probing deeper; I could feel the wetness of her tongue in me. I couldn't help it; I came. Copyright 1998-2000 Martin Cory. All Rights Reserved Emily I'll never forget the day Emily breezed into town. That first day, with her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, faded blue jeans and fitted black t-shirt. By looking at her, if you didn't know better, you probably would have thought she belonged here. But something about her…we all knew she didn't quite belong. To be fair, no one really took the time to get to know her. They took one look at her tight clothes and the frog that poked out of her belly ring and took to gossiping. Now, there ain't a soul in Haden that doesn't wind up on the losing end of a bit of coffee hour gossip now and then (I remember one time this rumor was going around about the preacher's wife from the Baptist Church), but what they did to Emily…it made me, for one, ashamed for all of us. I watched from across the street as Emily moved into the tiny apartment above the drug store. I might have offered to help her carry her things up the narrow stairs, but when she opened the hatch on her little blue Toyota (I had never actually seen a Toyota – everyone in Haden drives Chevy's or Fords or Dodges), I saw that she wouldn't need me. Her entire load consisted of an old brown suitcase and a medium-sized cardboard box. She took everything in one load, the box balanced on one hip, then came back to shut the hatch and lock the car. The next morning I learned I hadn't been the only one to watch her move in. All over town they were talking about Emily, and the way she had moved in without so much as a davenport or a quilt. "Wonder what that girl's, running from," Betty Lou hissed at Norma Johnson as she checked her grocery order at the Super Value. I can't say I wasn't intrigued at the thought of that pretty little brunette hopping in her Toyota and racing away from the scene of a crime, or from an abusive husband in the city. My mind raced as I pedaled my bike across town. I was determined to get to the bottom of this girl's story. By the time I had pedaled to the spot where I had seen her the day before, I still hadn't come up with a plan for how I was going to approach her. I have never been much of a talker, and I had a feeling I wasn't going to be magically touched with the gift of speech as I stood face to face with a pretty girl I had never met. I was so busy trying to think of something brilliant (or, at the very least half way intelligent) to say, at first I didn't hear the voice behind me. "Hey, kid!" she yelled as I rode by. She yelled it again and this time I stopped and turned to look. There she was, leaning against the brick front of the drug store, smoking a cigarette. She was dressed in a short black skirt and white blouse tied in a little knot above her belly button. This was when I first noticed the belly button ring, and the sparkly green frog that adorned it. That wasn't the only thing I noticed, though. She had a tattoo, too. The light shining through her blouse showed me the outline of a tattoo just above her bra line. I had never seen a tattoo on a woman before, and I know I stared. I might have even drooled. "Kid?" she said again with a little smirk I would see again many times. It meant I had amused her in some way, and I would later spend nights trying to find ways to get that look from her. "H-h-hi," I finally said, cursing my tongue for tripping over the word, the way it had tripped over so many words before. "I'm Emily," she said, as if I had asked. She took long drags off the cigarette, wrapping her pink lips around it in a motion so casual it could only come from her. "B-b-benji," I said. "Benji? That can't actually be your name!" She laughed, but I didn't feel like she was laughing at me, the way the kids did at school when I tripped over my words. She was laughing with me. "Is it short for something?" I nodded. "Benjamin? Is it short for Benjamin?" she asked. I nodded again, and from that day on she was the only person in town who called me Benjamin. I loved the way my name sounded coming from her lips, the same lips I had admired as she smoked, and the same lips that would get her into so much trouble later. We talked there on the street while she finished her cigarette and put it out under the toe of one black high-heeled shoe. She waited patiently as I carefully sounded out the words, never once impatient or mean. When she was done smoking she smiled at me, ruffled my hair, and said she was off to get a job. I sat there on my bike and watched her as she walked down the street, hips swaying seductively in her tight skirt. I thought to myself that she was one of the sexiest, most sophisticated women I had ever met. I suppose I exaggerated a little, but only a little. I didn't see Emily again for three days, but that didn't mean I stopped thinking about her. How could I, when everywhere I went she was the hot topic everyone was whispering about? She had indeed found the job she had told me she was off to get. Mabel at the Hilltop Café had hired her to waitress, most likely so she could get the scoop on all the gossip. So, the next time I saw her she was walking down the street in the pink Hilltop uniform with the white apron. Her hair was tied up tight in a bun with chopsticks sticking out of it. She looked worn out, but she saw me riding toward her, she smiled. "Benjamin! How are ya?" she asked. When she smiled I saw the most beautiful row of perfect white teeth you could see. I imagined that she must have brushed them once an hour to keep them so nice. "G-g-good," I said. "Wanna come up for a soda?" she asked me, cocking her head toward her apartment, which was about a block away. I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Okay, maybe a little too enthusiastically, but what can you do? "Well, come on then," she said, and I followed her to her apartment, leaving my bike at the bottom of the stairs. I thought about throwing in some metaphor here about leaving my innocence at the bottom of the stairs with it, but it wasn't really like that, and fluffing up the details isn't going to help the story any. What happened that day wasn't much more than a talk between two friends. Emily made me feel like her equal as she handed me a soda and sat next to me on the couch. (There was already one there when she moved in, the apartment was actually cluttered with quite a lot of furniture. I thought about telling this to the ladies at the grocery store who thought Emily needed a davenport, but it wouldn't have done any good. It never does much good to call attention to one's self in Haden, I have learned.) Emily didn't seem to notice that I was just some kid off the street who had a hard time putting two words together. She talked to me like we'd been friends forever, and she called me Benjamin. When I walked back down the stairs to my bike an hour later, I'm sure I had stars in my eyes. But no one was paying much attention to me that summer. All eyes were on Emily. Over the next seven weeks, more days than not Emily and I would have a soda on the couch in her apartment, or sit on a bench in the park and watch the kids play, or she'd walk along the sidewalk while I rode my bike and she would stop in at the grocery store to pick up a carton of ice cream for us to share. It was the best summer of my life. It's too bad it had to end the way it did. Emily had been in Haden for almost two months to the day the night she decided to go to Dyer's after her evening shift. I don't know what made her decide to go into the bar that night, sit down and order a beer, because to my knowledge she had never been in there before. Maybe it had been an especially hard day and she wanted to unwind. Maybe she was just walking by and heard a song she liked wafting through the air from the jukebox. I never got a chance to ask her. The rest of the story I have pieced together from assorted rumors, sifting through what people say and what they don't until I think I have figured out something at least pretty close to what happened that night. It was a typical night at Dyer's, with the usual crowd of rowdy guys warming their bar stools looking for something to do, and when Emily walked in, I bet the eyes on those old boys just lit up. Not long after Emily sat down, Danny Brighton, a big, gentle-looking guy who is anything but came over and sat right down next to her. He knew her name, of course, but I doubt she knew his. You could probably go through your entire life and not know Danny Brighton unless you walked into Dyer's, or frequented places like the shooting range and the park in the middle of the night. No, Emily had never run into Danny before. Sitting there next to her he was probably quite charming at first, telling her how it was nice to meet her, asking why he hadn't seen her around? It wouldn't last, though. The version I heard from the bar tender's daughter Lita is that Danny was going on and on about what beautiful lips Emily had, and she was getting a little upset. When he leaned in to try to steal a kiss from her, she kneed him right where it counts and walked out of the bar. That was the last time most anyone in Haden saw Emily. Danny Brighton and his horrible posse slammed out the back door of Dyer's a few minutes after her, though, and I can just imagine what happened next. Emily would have been walking down the street toward her apartment when they came up on her in that big old Chevy pick-up of Danny's. I bet she was terrified when they got out. Don't know how they got her inside, but I imagine they probably had to carry her. Emily wouldn't have gone along easily. They never did find out what happened to Emily. The next day her little blue Toyota was still parked out in front of her apartment above the grocery store, and the next week. People said she must have up and decided to leave town, but I know better, and I think they do, too. No one did anything about it, though. The sheriff didn't go and look for her. He probably knew more about what happened than I did, considering his last name is Brighton… A few days after Emily disappeared I was at the cemetery (sometimes I go there early in the morning with a book, it's the quietest place in town to read), and I saw a grave that looked as though someone had been freshly buried. It hadn't been there the week before, and I know as well as anyone that no one had died in Haden since February. I went and picked some flowers and put them on the grave, and then I went home to get a notebook and write the story of Emily, and the thing that happened to a girl from the city with a brown ponytail and a jeweled frog in her belly button ring when she got mixed up with the town of Haden. Someone had to remember. Emily About two weeks ago I was working late, this was nothing unusual as I worked till 7:00 or 8:00 at least three times a week. I was usually alone; most of my coworkers went home by 6:00. I enjoyed having the office to myself, it was quiet; no phones ringing, no bothersome questions...this was my time. I had just finished a projection report and had made copies of it; I was delivering them to various other Director's offices. I deliberately went to Kenneth's office last, his office was next to mine and by dropping a copy on his desk last I could go back to my desk and get back to work. It was a little after 7:00 and I wanted to get my reports finished so I could be home no later than 9:00. His door was closed; this wasn't out of the ordinary because most of us closed our office doors when we left for the day. I couldn't see any lights on so I opened the door and stepped in. He was sitting at his desk with his back to me, I could see his computer was on and I assumed he was working late too. As I approached his desk I could hear him breathing hard and fast, concerned I quickened my steps and walked up next to him. That's when I saw why he was breathing so hard... He had his pants down to his ankles and his cock was in his hand. He was stroking it slowly, I watched as he rubbed his thumb across the tip and used his pre-cum to lubricate his shaft. I was mesmerized and just stood there watching. Kenneth is a great looking guy, he's tall, dark and handsome and now I see he has a huge cock. He had one hand around the base of it cupping his balls and the other was working his thick shaft. I felt my pussy begin to ache as I continued to watch him, I was fascinated, I had never seen a man masturbate before and the sight was intriguing and exciting. I looked up at his face to see why he hadn't stopped when I came in, he had headphones on and his eyes were closed. My heart was beating fast; I didn't know what to do. I wanted to continue watching, I was quite aroused by now and I could feel myself growing wetter by the second. I decided to stay awhile longer and hope he didn't open his eyes. I continued to watch him for a long time; he stroked it slow and would moan softly every time he lubricated his cock with pre-cum. I was so excited watching him; I couldn't believe I had never noticed how handsome he was until now. His hands looked strong as I watched him massage his balls and grip his cock; I wondered how his hands would feel on my breasts. I stood there transfixed on his cock with the papers still in my hand. That's when I heard him whispering, I leaned closer to hear what he was saying. "Slow down Emily! I don't want to cum yet." He whispered. My heart stopped and my ears starting ringing. Did he mean me? I didn't know him well enough to know if he knew another Emily. We've worked together for more than two years but we have never socialized. My heart resumed beating but it was beating so fast I was getting lightheaded. "Wait, someone might hear us!" He whispered. I was stunned; I thought it was me he was talking about! My mind was racing with ideas as I watched his face. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was open slightly as he continued to pleasure himself. My palms began to sweat as an idea took shape; I knew exactly what I was going to do. I quietly walked to the door and closed it; I made sure it was locked just in case the cleaning crew came in early. I set the papers on his desk and slowly knelt on the floor in front of him. I wiped my palms on my skirt as I scooted closer to him. He continued to pump his hand up and down his shaft and I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I leaned in close and waited for his hand to reach the bottom of his shaft. I watched as his hand slowly slid down his shaft and I moved in quickly. I wrapped my mouth around his slick head and slowly ran my tongue around the crest. He moaned loudly and I felt him jump in his seat but he didn't move to stop me so I continued. He moved his hands quickly and put them on the arms of his chair as I wrapped one hand around his shaft and the other began to gently massage his heavy balls. His breathing was faster and I knew I scared him but he didn't stop me and I took it as a good sign. I couldn't imagine a man turning down a blowjob but still I was thrilled to have his prick in my mouth. His cock was warm and it was pulsing as my tongue circled his swollen head and my hand slowly stroked the part of his shaft that wasn't in my mouth. He was moaning louder and I could hear him whispering my name over and over as he gripped the arms of his chair. I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me intently. He had taken off the headphones at some point, I wasn't sure when and it didn't really matter. I continued to look into his eyes as I began to slide his cock deeper into my mouth. He closed his eyes and threw his head back when I reached the halfway point. He was quite large, I barely had half of him in my mouth and he was already at the back of my throat. I took a deep breath and relaxed my throat and slid him further down my throat. He moaned loudly and leaned his head forward as his eyes flew open in amazement. He watched as I moved my hand off his shaft and continued to take him down my throat. I felt my chin touch my hand that was cupping his balls and knew that I had most of him down my throat. I slowly began swallowing so my throat would begin to squeeze his cock. His eyes widened and he moaned louder than before as I continued to squeeze his prick with my throat. After a few minutes I slide him out of my mouth and resumed sucking on his head and stroking his shaft. He sighed and let his head fall back against his chair; I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of his cock in my mouth. He was leaking pre-cum and I sucked out every drop, it tasted sweet and warm and I looked forward to tasting his cum. I knew he'd cum quickly if I deep throated him again but I wanted this to last longer than a few minutes so I continued to slowly roll my tongue around his head and on the sensitive area just below the ridge. I wanted to milk more pre-cum from him so I began sliding my mouth up down his cock while using my hand to stroke him to the same rhythm. It worked, I felt the warm liquid drip onto my tongue and it was enough to make me want to taste his cum right then. I eased him down my throat again and began swallowing, I knew he wouldn't last long and I was right. Within a few minutes he was breathing faster and I felt him swell in my throat and begin to spasm as his load shot straight down my throat. He was practically screaming as his pumped his warm cum into my mouth and I loved knowing how good I was making him feel. I was so aroused I almost came just from his climax and my pussy was soaking wet. I could feel my panties getting wetter as he pumped stream after stream down my hungry throat. When he finished climaxing I gently slid him out of my mouth and kissed the tip of his spent cock. He sighed and put both hands on the sides of my face, I looked up at him and smiled. I could see from the glow of his computer screen that he was smiling widely at me. Without saying anything I got to my feet and was going to leave his office, I got what I wanted and was ready to go back to work. He had other plans... He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, he pushed me against his desk and kissed me deeply. He had incredibly soft lips and I opened my mouth in response to his tongue licking my lips. His tongue slid in my mouth and quickly found mine, our tongues danced around each other's and soon I was breathing heavily and desperately wanting more from him. His hands were rubbing up and down my sides and soon were wandering over my body. He slipped them under my blouse and up my back, I felt him unhook my bra and run his hands up and down my back. He pulled me tighter against him and kissed me harder, his tongue was licking the inside of my mouth. I felt him lick the roof of my mouth and it sent chills up my spine. His hands were roaming all over me, he ran them down my sides then around to my bottom. He was kneading my cheeks as his tongue drove in and out of my mouth. I began sucking his tongue as I ran my hands up his arms; I could feel his hard muscles under his dress shirt. Next I began exploring his chest; it was rock hard; I checked out his abs...a six-pack. I was moaning as I felt him unzip my skirt and slowly slide it down past my hips, next he began to unbutton my blouse. Once it was off he pulled my loose bra off of my shoulders and tossed it on the floor with my blouse. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he began to remove my panties. He moaned as he felt my lacy thong panties. He slipped them over my ass and hips and down my thighs. He broke the kiss while I stepped out of my panties; he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. He moaned and licked my wetness off the thin strip of material; when he was done he tossed them on the floor. I had unbuttoned his shirt so he pulled it off and threw it on the floor with my clothes then pulled his undershirt over his head and added it to the pile of discarded clothing. He pulled me to him and we pressed our naked bodies against each other, I could feel that he was getting hard again so I slowly ground my stomach against his growing erection. He looked down at me and pressed his mouth firmly against mine and we began kissing again. His tongue was forceful as he sensually licked my mouth and sucked on my tongue. He was pushing me back against his desk, my butt was against it and he lifted me onto it. It was cold on my naked behind but I didn't mind, I was hot and getter hotter with each passing second. He was leaning on me as he pushed me onto my back, I heard him moving things around on his desk until I could lie back completely. He lifted my legs onto his desk; I bent my knees as he leaned between my spread thighs. Once I was on my back he pulled away from my mouth and began trailing kisses down to my breasts. He was kneading my breasts with both hands and kissing my nipples. His mouth felt incredible as he found my nipple, he ran his tongue over it and sucked it into his mouth. I moaned as he flicked his tongue across my nipple while he sucked it. He was pinching my other nipple and the combination sent chills over my entire body. He took turns with each nipple, flicking and teasing them till they were rock hard then sucking them and rubbing his tongue back and forth over them in his mouth. I was incredibly aroused but somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking how crazy this was! I couldn't believe I was on Kenneth's desk naked while he sucked my nipples. I reached my hands up and ran my fingers through his soft hair, I pressed his head firmly to my nipple and he sucked harder. I moaned as he released my nipple then switched to the other. He took turns lightly biting and tugging on my nipples with his teeth, he seemed to know exactly how to turn me on. He began moving his hands down my belly till he came to my bare mound. He stopped biting my nipple and looked up at me, he smiled and looked down at my pussy. He stared for a while in the dim light, then he smiled again and resumed sucking and biting my nipples while his fingers gently probed the folds of my moist pussy. He circled my clit with his finger then began to rub it till it grew under his finger. He slowly pressed down on it while he tugged on my nipples with his teeth. It made my toes tingle and I moaned loudly as he bit down hard on my nipple. I had never had a man pay so much attention to my nipples and to have him bite and tug on them was extremely arousing. I felt his fingers gliding across my pussy lips, he did that several times, teasing me till I reached down and pushed his hand onto my pussy. He chuckled with my nipple in his mouth and the vibration made my body tremble. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me, I was desperate to cum after having him sucking my nipples for so long. He slid his finger inside me slowly, we moaned in unison as my pussy clamped down tightly on his finger. I felt a second finger enter me and he slowly began to finger me while still sucking my nipples. I felt like my insides were melting as his fingers slid in and out my pussy, the heat spread from his fingers all the way to the top of my head till I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't cum soon. I was amazed at how quickly he found my G-spot; he knew he hit it when I started moaning loudly and began writhing on his desk. Once he found it he relentlessly rubbed it till I was screaming and ready to cum. He stopped sucking my nipples and swiftly dropped onto his chair, he pulled me to the edge of his desk and I rested my feet on the arms of his chair while he buried his face in my pussy. He immediately started sucking on my clit while his fingers massaged that magical spot inside my pussy. I felt my orgasm build quickly as he continued to suck on my clit and flick it with his tongue. I felt my legs begin to shake and my hips bucked uncontrollably as my climax swept over me. My pussy was pulsing on his fingers as he continuously rubbed my G-spot till my body was quivering all over and I was in the throes of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of incredible pleasure washed over me as his fingers relentlessly worked my pussy and his warm mouth sucked on my clit. Once I finally finished my climax he eased his fingers out and lowered his mouth, he slurped up my juices and sucked my swollen lips into his mouth. He licked me clean and I sat up on his desk, my head was spinning from that incredible orgasm but I wanted more. I slid off his desk and stood in front of him, his cock was hard and jutting straight up in the air. I climbed on his lap without saying a word and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed as I positioned myself over his cock and quickly pressed my pussy against his head. I slid down his shaft quickly and began riding him hard and fast. I broke the kiss and pushed my breasts in front of his face. He seized one of my nipples in his mouth and began sucking on it as I slid his hard cock in and out of my pussy. I was still sensitive from my orgasm and as soon as I felt his full length inside me I was ready to cum again. It hit me like a ton of bricks as I began to climax on his huge cock. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I came all over long prick, I could hear my juices as he slid in and out of my wet hole. When I was finished he released my nipple and I rested my head on his shoulder as he kissed my neck. I slowed my rhythm down out of exhaustion, I had only cum twice but the impact of those orgasms was so intense I couldn't see straight and I felt lightheaded. He stood up with me on his lap still and laid me back on his desk. He lifted my feet high in the air and started drilling his cock in and out of me like a well-oiled piston. After several minutes he was breathing hard and grunting, I knew he was going to cum soon. I tightened my pussy around his cock and that was all it took, I felt his cock pulse inside me as his warm load spilled deep inside my pussy. He collapsed on top of me and we stayed like that for a while as we recovered. Once our breathing returned to normal he got off of me and pulled me to my feet. We kissed softly and embraced. I realized at that moment that we hadn't said a word to each other the entire time. When I walked in his office and saw him stroking his cock there were no words exchanged between us, other than moans, grunts and panting. I broke away from his kiss and reached down to gather up my clothes. I slipped into my bra and blouse while he watched silently from his chair; he was still naked. I picked up my skirt and headed for the door without saying a word, at that point I wasn't sure what to say. Should I say "thank you" or perhaps, "good job" I didn't know! I had never done anything like that before and I was pretty freaked out by my brazen behavior. As I approached the door I heard him moving in his chair, I turned to see him staring at his computer monitor. I opened the door quietly and giggled to myself as I quickly made my way to the nearest bathroom to wash up. I was naked other than a bra and blouse and I wanted to hurry and get in there before the cleaning crew came in. In the bathroom I washed my face and private parts (as best as I could) and slipped into my skirt. I couldn't wear my panties because I had left them behind in his office. "Shit!" I mumbled to myself. I couldn't go back in there and get them. I decided to leave them in there and hope he tossed them out before he left. In case he didn't see them I figured I would sneak back in his office and get them once he was gone. I crept from the bathroom looking around in the dimly lit office to make sure no one was around. Feeling sure I was alone I walked to my office and closed the door behind me. I switched on my two desk lamps and turned off the bright overhead light. I laid my head my desk and thought about had happened. I looked over at the clock and saw it was after 10:00 pm. I was in there for three hours? How did that happen? I went over the last three hours in my mind, Kenneth was a wonderful lover and he had the biggest dick I had ever seen! He had to be at least 8 inches; my last boyfriend was a decent size but Kenneth...he blew him away easily. I wondered what would happen tomorrow, it's not like Kenneth and I ever talked at work so I imagined he would probably avoid me. I decided I should probably do the same. I was gathering my papers and putting them in my briefcase when my email alert went off. I sat down at my computer and clicked on the alert...the email was from Kenneth. Surprised I opened the email quickly and read it. Emily, Please see me first thing tomorrow morning. Sincerely, Kenneth I wasn't sure what that was about but I figured I'd go see him right now instead of waiting for everyone to be in the office when he and I talked. I walked quickly to his office and knocked softly, there was no response. I opened the door slowly and looked in, it was dark and empty. I flipped on the light switch and looked around for my discarded panties, they were gone. I checked his garbage cans and they were empty other than a few papers and miscellaneous trash items. I turned off the light and went back to my office. I gathered my things and left for the evening. On the way home I wondered what he wanted to say, was he upset about me violating his privacy and walking in on him? I was embarrassed at my behavior and I hoped he wasn't too upset with my violation. I didn't have to worry about him being a subordinate or vice versa, we were both Directors in the company so we were equals. There was still the whole matter of sexual harassment though. What if he was so mad he was going to press charges? Granted he did willingly lick my pussy and fuck me and he never once said no or tried to stop me. I relaxed a little about the sexual harassment angle of things and decided to wait to talk to him before jumping to any more conclusions. I came home and took a long hot shower while thinking about the strange evening I'd had. I slept soundly, I dreamt once the whole night; it was a dream about Kenneth and the two of us making love. It wasn't hard and fast like in his office, in my dream it was slow and deliberate. When I woke up I was aching for him again, I had to relieve the pressure before I could take my shower so I reached in my nightstand drawer and pulled out my little vibrator. I hadn't used it in a long time and it needed new batteries. I replaced the batteries and removed my panties. I was soaking wet as I turned on my vibrator and slowly slid it into my pussy. I moaned as I remembered Kenneth's long thick prick inside me as the vibrator stimulated my G-spot. I reached up with my free hand and began rubbing and pinching my nipples. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I neared my climax and I began imagining Kenneth deep inside me again. I pinched my nipple harder and started sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy faster. My orgasm hit me quickly and was over just as fast. I didn't feel as satisfied as I had hoped I would but it relieved me enough that I was able to take my shower and get ready for work without fantasizing about Kenneth again. Emily I arrived at work by 6:30 a.m.; I figured I was alone because everyone usually didn't start getting in until after 7:30. I put my things in my office and went next door to Kenneth's, I knocked but there was no answer so I went to my office and started working. About 15 minutes later there was a soft rap on my door. "Come in!" I called. The door opened slowly and Kenneth stood in the doorway. Today was Friday and he was dressed casually in black Dockers and a charcoal great sports shirt, the color of his shirt made his green eyes stand out more than usual, especially in contrast to his dark hair. He was incredibly handsome and I was again reminded at how oddly I behaved the night before. I had trouble making eye contact with him but he seemed to have no problem looking at me directly so I tried to return his gaze. "Good morning Emily." He said quietly. "Good morning Kenneth." I managed to say even though my mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak. "I trust you had a pleasant evening?" He said with a smile. "Yes, I did, and I trust you did as well?" I smiled back. "As a matter of fact I had a fantastic evening. That's why I wanted to speak to you actually." He walked in my office and closed the door behind him. I wasn't sure what to say so I waited for him to speak first. He approached my desk and sat down in a chair across from me, I looked into his eyes and he smiled broadly. "I'm not sure what exactly to say, everything that happened was sort of a surprise to me." He chuckled and looked down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry about that Kenneth, I know we don't even know each other and I had no right to go in your office, I swear I thought I was alone here or I would never have just walked in." "Is that what happened?" He laughed hard. "I thought I was alone obviously or I wouldn't have been...well I wouldn't have been doing that at work." He was blushing. "Again, I'm sorry Kenneth!" I felt awful for walking in and catching him masturbating. The thought of his cock in his hand flashed in my mind and my pussy began to ache for him again. "Don't be sorry! I was just curious how it all started, not that I'm complaining, I thought it was amazing!" He looked up at me and smiled again. He had such beautiful straight white teeth and his smile was so engaging I felt myself melting at the sight of him. "I was dropping off the current projections and I thought you were gone so I just walked in. When I came around your desk I saw you and...well, I just...I mean that...ummm...you looked so hot that I couldn't stop myself." He really blushed and I tried to suppress a smile, I knew he must have been mortified that I caught him jerking off in his office. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to do that at work! I figured everyone else was gone already and I was alone, I don't know why I did it actually, I could have waited till I got home." I didn't know if I should say anything so I just stayed silent and waited for him to continue, I didn't have to wait long. "I'm not sorry about what happened Emily, are you?" "Honestly? No, I can't say that I'm sorry about what we did because I enjoyed it." "So did I. I would like to know what made you do what you did?" He flashed that amazing smile and his cheeks flushed again. It was my turn to blush. "Well, I came in and saw you...I was going to just watch for a bit then leave but you said the name Emily and I thought maybe you meant me." I raised my eyebrow and smiled. "Actually, I was talking about you. After seeing you in the meeting this morning...you looked so beautiful and my mind started running away with images of you..." He broke off mid-sentence and stood. I watched him rise from the chair and walk around my office. Was he actually saying he fantasized about me? I couldn't believe it; this was too good to be true. I had never actually fantasized about him before but after the events of last night how could I not? He's tall, with dark brown hair, brilliant green eyes and after last night I know he's hung and has an incredible body. He was looking pretty damn hot today and I could feel my body responding as my nipples grew erect and my pussy began to grow moist and throb. "How long have we known each other Emily?" He asked as he paced back and forth. "We've worked together for over two years." "In the past two years we've only talked about business, I don't think I know anything about you on a personal level." "I could say the same about you, then again I don't know much about anyone I work with." I laughed. He stopped pacing in front of my desk and leaned down to look me in the eyes. I felt like his eyes were piercing me as he stared intently at me. "You're not married or seeing anyone, right?" He asked quickly. "Well I should hope not after what I did!" I laughed. "That's good!" He smiled and started pacing again as he spoke. "I'm not dating anyone and I'm certainly not married." He laughed and sat back down; he looked more comfortable than when we started our discussion. "So what are we going to do about last night?" I asked. "Well, since it's already happened I don't think we can do much of anything that we didn't already do." He smiled wickedly and stood up, he walked around the side of my desk and stood in front of me. "Now if you'd asked me what else should we do, that's a whole other answer." "Okay, then what else should we do?" I smiled and looked up at him. "Hmmm, I can think of a lot of things." He smiled down at me and placed his hands on my face. I reached up and began to unbuckle his belt and then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I continued to watch him as I pulled his pants down, he was already hard and his cock sprang up as I pulled his underwear down to his knees. "You have an awfully comfy looking sofa over there, maybe we could break that in." He slipped out of his shoes and pants as he pulled me to my feet. We walked over to my sofa and he sat down, I knelt down in front of him, I reached up and grabbed a hold of his hard cock with both hands. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I began to stroke him. I slowly licked the tip of his cock and ran my tongue around his swollen head. He moaned louder this time and I continued to tease his sensitive head. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his head as a drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit and I licked it off. He moaned as I slid his cock further into my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom of it as he went deeper down my throat. Soon I had his cock sliding in and out of my mouth never releasing his head from the grip of my lips. I sucked on his head and slowly rubbed it against the roof of my mouth while stroking his shaft and cupping his tightening balls. He was moaning and thrusting his hips, I loved feeling him take control like that and fucking my mouth. His cock was swelling and I knew he was close to releasing his load in my mouth so I sucked hard and began stroking him faster. He abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth and picked me up off the floor. He knelt in front of me and lifted my skirt and stripped off my panties. He pulled me down to my knees and turned me over so I was leaning my upper body against the cushions of the sofa. I spread my legs and leaned forward as far as I could go as he positioned himself between my thighs. I was dripping wet and he began sliding the head of his cock up and down the length of my pussy, spreading my fluids over his head and my clit. He spread my lips with the tip of his head and slowly pressed it to my tight hole. He slid in easily because my juices were flowing out of me and he began thrusting slow and deep, grinding his full length inside me and rubbing his balls against my clit. I moaned and pushed my ass out so he'd go deeper and he responded by pumping with short hard thrusts. I closed my eyes and relished him filling me, his thick cock pumping in and out of me rapidly. I came quickly, the sounds of my wet pussy heightening my arousal and I came again. I felt him swell as he increased speed, he moaned loudly and began spurting stream after stream of hot cum inside me. He withdrew his now spent cock and stood; he pulled me to my feet and embraced me. We kissed softly for several minutes until I could feel his cum dripping out of me and down my legs. I broke the kiss and looked up at him, "I think I should go clean up." "Okay, meet me in my office after?" He asked with a sly smile. "Sure, I'll see you in a few minutes." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and picked up my discarded panties. I pulled my skirt down my hips and opened my office door a crack, I looked out and saw the office was still empty. I slipped out of my office and into the bathroom. I cleaned up and put my panties back on. I walked to Kenneth's office; he wasn't in there so I waited inside for him. I was about to leave when he walked in. "You weren't leaving were you?" He smiled and closed the door. He took me by the hand and we walked to his desk. He sat on his desk and I stood in front of him between his legs. "Would you like to have lunch with me?" He played with a strand of hair that fell across my face. "I'd love to." I reached up both hands and ran them through his hair. His hair was so soft; I loved the feel of it as it slipped between my fingers. "I'm sure you probably want to discuss what's been going on." He closed his eyes as I scraped my fingers lightly across his scalp. "The thought did cross my mind once or twice." I smiled at his reaction to my touch. "I know we don't know each other at all but I figured that having passionate sex sort of put us in a more than friends category." He chuckled softly. "You could say that." "So why don't we get to know each other?" He smiled widely. "That sounds good to me." "Great, I'll see you at 11:30?" "Perfect!" We kissed briefly and I went back to my office. I was looking forward to our lunch date and I was hoping we'd have time for dessert. It's been two weeks since our first encounter. Kenneth and I had lunch the next day and have been inseparable ever since. We've learned a little about each other over these past two weeks and we are both looking forward to getting to know each other much better. We've worked many late nights together and I have to say the more often we make love the better it gets. Who knows what will come of this, the worst that can happen is that I've had incredible sex with a very handsome man for the past couple of weeks, I can't complain about that. The best that can happen...well, we'll have to see how things go... Emily I remember the day that Emily walked into my office. I worked better in the dark so my blinds were shut as to not allow the sun inside my 'fortress of solitude'. So when Emily opened the door and walked in she was surrounded with a silhouette of invading light that gave her remarkable figure more compliments than my eyes could offer otherwise. I didn't recognize her at first but when the dark corners of my office gave way to the sun, it was clear that it could be no one else. I feel no more desire to conceal my profession from you. I am a writer and my particular interest is in the sex life of anyone who will take a few minutes out of their tedious schedule to tell me about theirs. Therefore, I was surprised to see Emily because in my experiences with her, as a friend, she did not once give me an impression that she was a promiscuous lover. How wrong I would soon find myself to be! Emily was younger than most of the people who would make their way to my office, usually I would find a middle aged man who would tell me about all the internet sex he had had, or a fifty something woman who's sex life was all but over. She was about twenty, I had run into her during my substitute teaching years, and we had stayed close ever since. Even in those years she was quite a marvel to look at: she had naturally curly auburn hair which she had kept short. She had devastating green eyes that seemed to be the focal point of her face, drawing the eyes into her more supple features. As my eyes reluctantly scrolled down from her own, they next noticed her delicately soft lips and soon fell down to her beautiful breasts and eventually her renaissance like figure. She seemed to be very shy and therefore wore outfits that did not effectively show off her body. "Hi Tom, I thought I might check up on you," she woke me up from the flashback as she removed her jacket and let it rest gracefully on a nearby table. I was surprised to see what she was wearing: a black silk nightgown that supported her amble chest perfectly. As well, it was cut on both sides and revealed her soft, smooth legs and was cut so high as to give subtle suggestions of creamy thighs. "Hello Emily, right now I'm kind of bored. No one seems to be horny these days," I delivered this with a wink as she was well aware of my erotic career. She walked up to the table that I had situated myself at, all the while with a gentle smile playing on her mouth, and took a seat on the other side. She leaned in and placed her shoulders onto the table to get closer to me, giving me a better look at her cleavage, and gave me a gesture to do the same. I didn't hesitate and from this view I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra so catching a quick glimpse at her nipples was made very convenient. She looked so cute, smiling away, her face about a foot away from mine. The next motion she made was to draw her luscious lips to my right ear, while using my shoulders as supports. "Tom, I think I have a story that might make your day a bit better, and who knows, even cheer up your friend here," she whispered and at the same time reached underneath the table and gave my cock a friendly pat. I was stunned! I felt overcome with a desire to take her into my arms and have my way with her, right there on that old table. But I had to remain professional and on top of this, I really wanted to hear what she had to tell me so I just gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and took out some paper and a pen. "Emily, before we start I just want to make sure that you really want to do this, because it is a serious commitment and it may take a while to finish," for whatever reason she seemed to be reluctant with her answer, but sure as day she eventually nodded and I took this as my cue to begin. I told her to begin from the top, and to leave nothing out and began writing: The Director "Ok, well I guess the flirtation started with the director the week before auditions. I wasn't even going to try out but he insisted" "Auditions?" I stopped writing and waited for clarification. Emily This happened to me during the summer, a long time ago. I was a lot less experienced than I am now. I was only eighteen at the time. I was going to spend a week in London with my friend Catherine. Her sister Emily, who is ten years older than me, had a flat in London and was willing to let us crash there. Emily was cool, much cooler than any parent. She would let us smoke, drink and stay out all night. I was looking forward to a wild week. The train journey down there was a chance for me to dream. I felt so mature, so independent. I fantasized about a week spent like an adult, meeting boys and going to clubs. I even had my fake ID ready. At the station all of my confidence dissolved. I suddenly felt very alone amongst the rushing crowds. But then I saw Emily. She was looking so glamorous and grown up. I'd known her since I was a little kid and she had always represented everything I wanted to be. Emily was tall and looked Italian with her dark eyes and hair. The summer had given her a tan I could only dream of. I'd always been pale and always would be. She was slim but still had good hips and breasts (not as big as mine but then I'm too curvy for my own good). Even though she was only in jeans and a grey vest top, she managed to look like a model. "Bad news, babes, Cath's stuck with the grandparents until tomorrow afternoon. You'll have to put up with me until then," Emily said, kissing me on both cheeks. She was so sophisticated and yet she never made me feel like a kid. Nevertheless, I felt worried. How could I, a boring teen, keep up a conversation with Emily? And until the next day! "No problem," I said. I wished that I felt it. On the tube, Emily managed to make me feel at ease. She was so communicative, so able to make me feel like I was the most interesting person she had met. I soon forgot all my worries and started to feel like I was an adult. Who needed Cath? Emily and I would get on fine. Her flat was like something from my imagination. Looking back I realize how naive I was... I've been in bigger and more luxurious places since. At the time it seemed like I had walked into a movie. She had art prints on the walls and photos of her in exotic locations. She had traveled the world. Everywhere there were interesting books, CDs and souvenirs. When I had dumped my stuff in the tiny spare room, we sat together in the lounge, listening to Nirvana and drinking white wine. She lit up a menthol cigarette and then offered me one. Never had I felt so much like an adult. I was in my friend's flat, having a drink and we were talking about the world: politics, travel, and music. By the time that we ordered Chinese food, I was drunk. Emily seemed not to be affected at all. I did my best to show off with my chopsticks and she talked to me about the food she had eaten during her time in Asia. After the meal it was time for lying bloated on the sofa and watching TV. To my surprise, Emily joined me on the sofa, lying at the opposite end, her legs tangled with mine. Emily flipped the channels and we moaned about the lack of good telly. On one channel we were suddenly confronted by some cheesy American soft-core porn. An erotic thriller or so it claimed. Emily left it on so that we could laugh at it. Part of me started to wonder... I had had some bisexual experiences... lots of girls from my area had. But surely Emily wasn't going to try anything? She was so much older than me. I was just a kid to her. My drunk brain tried to work out how likely it was and, if it happened, what I would do. On the screen, a model with huge fake breasts was being kissed by a guy with ridiculous gym-muscles. They both looked so fake. Neither showed any real passion. It was worse than watching plastic toys fucking. I commented on the model's fake tits and Emily laughed. "I've had mine done, you know," she said squeezing her breasts in my direction. I laughed. We were just being silly. Matey silliness. "You prefer real?" Emily asked. "Dunno really," I replied, wishing I had some witty response. "You ever seen real porn? Not this soft stuff?" she asked. I told her that I had. She asked if I wanted to see some more. I thought that might be a laugh. She scurried off to the bedroom. My heart had started to pound. She came back with a tatty looking video. She took out the cassette and chucked the box at me. A bold union jack flag formed the back drop to pictures of really plain women in underwear. The back was more explicit. Fingers in a pussy. A girl taking a huge dildo. After fiddling with the scart lead, Emily got the video started. It was part way through a scene. A skinny young blonde was being fingered by a grinning middle-aged woman. Both of them looked like they were enjoying themselves. "At least these people seem real," said Emily, settling back on the sofa. She kept me chatting and laughing but I couldn't ignore the screen. the women were in a sixty-nine now, the young blonde tentatively licking, the older woman burying her face in the girl's pussy. "Do you not like fake tits?" Emily asked, sounding only interested not at all seductive. It was the world's most normal question. "Never seen any fakes up close," I said. I was fine. This was fine. "Look at mine," she said, heaving off her vest top and then, unselfconsciously, dumping her bra on the floor. Her tan was all over her body. Her breasts looked firm but not fake. Her nipples were a dark brown. I could feel something tightening deep in my stomach. She showed me the tiny scars. "What do you think? Not bad are they?" she asked. She sounded as though she were commenting on new furniture, not her own breasts. "They're good," I said, my voice cracking a little. "You can hardly tell. Feel," she said. She knelt up on the sofa and then straddled me, her breasts displayed for me. I wondered what to do. I seemed to be watching from somewhere else. My hands rose to her breasts. I started to feel them. Stroking the sides. "Give them a squeeze," she said. She still didn't seem to think there was anything sexual happening. I wondered if it was only me. Maybe this was the way Emily acted with her friends. I squeezed her breasts. I could feel the implants. They didn't bother me. I could also feel her firm nipples against my palms. "What do you think?" Emily asked, her hands starting to trail up my rib cage. "Nice," I whispered. "Good," she said. She smiled. Then her hands found my breasts and she leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. What should I do? Just go with it. I knew how to kiss a girl. Did I want this? The feeling growing in my pussy told me that I did. Did this mean I was a dyke? Who cared. Her hands were groping my tits and I was gripping hers in return. I could hear the TV. Someone was cumming. She helped me undress, leading me all the time. I was happy to let her take control. I had no idea what I was doing but I knew I wasn't going to stop her. "You've got great boobs," she said. I was standing in front of her, naked. She was still in jeans. She bent her head to my breasts and began to lick. As her hand reached between my legs, I shut my eyes and let the feelings control me. Emily was molesting me. I liked it. Emily was molesting me and I liked it. That was fine. Her fingers stroked my lips and toyed with my clit. When she found that I was wet, she slid two fingers easily into me and began to work my g-spot. My knees felt weak. "Sorry babes, we should be lying down," she said. She slipped her fingers out of me and told me to lie on the floor. I watched her easing her jeans down her long tanned legs. On the TV a flat chested girl was fucking a chubby girl with a strap on. Emily lay down beside me and put her fingers back between my legs. I wondered how many girls she had done this to. She seemed to know my pussy better than I knew it. She built me up higher and higher. Her fingers massaging inside and her thumb rubbing my clit. As I came, she kissed me, her tongue toying with mine. I felt like I was her doll. She knew exactly how to use me. After my orgasm finished, I held her close, kissing her. I hoped we wouldn't have to break the kiss. I didn't know where things would go from here and I wasn't sure I could cope. She broke the kiss. "You ever licked pussy before?" she asked, her voice soft and reassuring. I told her I hadn't. She laughed and said that she thought everyone from our school had done lesbian stuff. I told her that I had never gone beyond fingers. "Want to?" she asked. What would I say? "Yes," I said. I didn't want to disappoint her. She was my role model. "Good," she said, with an impish grin. Then she lay on her back and told me to sit on her face. I'd done the sixty-nine with boys but never a girl. That soft face between my legs felt so odd. So good. I knew what she wanted. I bent forward, my breasts brushing her stomach. She lifted her knees up and I put my face between her legs. I started to kiss her lips. Part of me felt disgusted but somehow it felt so right. Her pussy was soft and wet. She smelt of sex. My tongue had not dared part my lips so far. I couldn't just give her kiss after chaste kiss. I licked at her and she moaned into me. I licked again. She tasted like me. I began to flick my tongue against her clit and she writhed under me. I was giving her pleasure. I was doing to her what she was doing to me. She liked it. I was doing it right. I began to lick faster. From the TV I could hear yelps of desire. As I licked her, I wrapped my arms around her legs and moved a finger into her. She was wet and tight around me. This was simple. The easiest thing. All I had to do was imagine what I wanted. I did to her the things I wanted done to me. It was Emily underneath me. Emily who had always been so sexy and so cool. And she wanted me. Her tongue was twirling my clitoris and I was pleasing her. I knew that I couldn't be happy unless I made her cum. I began to lick more accurately, concentrating on all the things that I enjoyed about getting oral. Her face between my legs was a distraction but I wouldn't let her beat me. She would cum for me. My fingers sped up. Her body was moving in rhythm with mine. I realized that she must be excited by the taboo situation, just as I was. Fucking her sister's friend. I pumped my fingers in and out, licking all the while. I recognized her movements. She was close. I sat down heavily, pushing my pussy onto her face. Grinding in time. Her orgasm surprised me. I hadn't realized how close she was. I kept my fingers deep within her, enjoying the feel of her throbbing pussy as it gripped me and released. When she had finished I clambered off her and lay beside her again. We kissed, tasting ourselves. "Sure you've never done that before?" she asked in a whisper. "Positive," I murmured. For a while we lay there, cuddling and kissing as the porno in the background grunted and moaned. The next time we broke our kiss I said, "Want some more?" It was quite an evening... Emily: A Slut Wife Pt. 01 My husband poured himself a whiskey on the rocks then sat down in the chair facing the bed. I stood in front of the bed with two men I barely knew. I met them in a club on Bourbon Street only an hour earlier. We didn't talk much. Dave, the more muscular of the two offered to buy me a drink. At the same time Will, the taller man asked if I wanted to dance. I accepted both of offers to their dismay. Neither of them complained though and a few songs later I whispered something to each of them that cheered them up. "I'm so fucking horny. I want the three of us to go back to my hotel room. Oh yeah, my husband will come with us. But don't worry, he just wants to watch." I wish you could've seen the looks on their faces. Shock. Excitement. All rolled into grins. I led them out, picking up my husband at the bar. I strutted back to the hotel, feeling like the sexiest woman on Bourbon Street. The fabric of my thong turned into a wet mess. Walking into the elevator, I spotted the hotel clerk checking out my entourage. I smiled at him. The way he looked at me, then my new friends said it all. I felt so turned on, I thought I might melt away. Then, like I said my husband poured himself a drink. He offered a drink two my two new friends, but I don't think they even heard him. I kissed Dave first and felt Will's hands on my waist. I turned towards him and my lips met his. The first kisses or in this cases kisses, always made it feel so real. Dancing with other men in a club one thing, kissing another man a thing called cheating. Of course we did more than kiss. Two sets of strong hands explored me, going well beyond my waist. Hands groped my breasts. Hands cupped my ass. The room started to feel very hot. I looked behind me and my husband smiled. I looked in front of me and couldn't resist reaching out to greet the two growing bulges in front of me. I unzipped my dress, the kind of dress that I would never wear where we might see someone we knew and it fell to the carpet. In just a sheer thong and the matching black bra, I felt like a Playboy model. Both men took a moment to look me up and down before attacking me again. I smiled as hands reached into the cups of my bra and pulled out my full breasts. That grin grew bigger as I felt fingers slide into my underwear and into my wetness. I wanted to get fucked, but I knew my husband would be disappointed. That would have to wait. I slid to my knees and looked up at the two men standing in front of me. Time to cross another line. While a certain president may have not considered this cheating, I definitely did. "Unzip your pants." I said and they both didn't hesitate. My heart started to pound. Mostly naked and with the air conditioning on full blast, I started to sweat. I reached into Dave's pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Long, thick and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. I repeated the process with Will and found his strong, powerful looking cock waiting for me. Tonight had the makings of a very good night. I stroked one in each hand, feeling their hardness. I felt like a kid in a candy store, all giddy and ready for more. I couldn't hide the smile on my face. They stood on either side of me and I went back and forth on them. First just kissing, then only licking. However, I wanted more. I knew my husband wanted to see more too. I opened my mouth and took Will into it. I slid my red lips down his black shaft. I moved my lips up and down his shaft, his cock filling my mouth. I could've kept going, but I didn't want Dave to feel left out. I turned directions and wrapped my lips around his swollen head. His hardness stretched apart my lips as I lowered my mouth on to his shaft. I stroked one cock while working my mouth on the other. I raced my lips up and down one shaft for a minute or two, then switched to the other. I showed off my cock sucking skills and felt damn proud of my slutty self. I looked back and caught my husband stroking his own cock. I slid Dave into my throat. I held him there until I needed to breathe again. I did the same to Dave and he gave me the warning. "I'm getting close." "Not yet." I said as I removed my lips from him. "I want you two to come all over me, especially my face. But first I want to get fucked." I didn't sound like myself. I definitely didn't sound like that at the office. I certainly never talked to my husband like that. I didn't just sound like a slut, I was a slut. I climbed off of my knees and on to the bed, leaving my remaining clothes behind. The two men quickly undressed, leaving a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. I licked my lips as I checked out their bodies. Both spent time in the gym, but had that toned, lean body that I loved so much. They both put condoms on before they joined me. I would've been happy without any protection and my husband felt the same way. I didn't hate the way sex with a latex barrier felt, but I loved the way it felt when nothing separating me from my lover. Even more than that, I loved the way it felt as they deposited their cum deep inside of me. I laid on my back and opened my legs. Will climbed on to the bed first and climbed between my legs. Lust filled his eyes as he positioned himself over me. The scent of his fresh cologne drifted down. I locked eyes with my husband as Will penetrated me with his hardness. I'd lost count of how many times another man had been inside of me since his fantasy turned into a reality, but it still didn't seem real. They took turns fucking me. At first the other one just watched, but soon I had one cock inside of my mouth while another thrust deep inside of my pussy. With the blowjob, I took the led. I felt like a porn star as I showed off my cock sucking abilities. Now I was just there for their pleasure. I was there to make them cum, two holes to fill, a complete slut. From what he told me, my husband loved seeing me used as much as I loved being used. I know most wives are satisfied with just their husband, those wives would call me a whore, but I also know more than a few women have fantasies about what I was living out in that hotel room. Will flipped me on to my stomach, then said, "Get on your hands and knees." I did as ordered and Will wasted no time taking me from behind, doggy style. His cock pushed deep inside of me and I let out a loud moan. My moans would've become screams, except Dave positioned himself in front of me and soon he filled my mouth with his cock. More him fucking my face than me giving him a blowjob. I hated the rubber taste of the condom on my tongue, but I loved this position. It made me feel like a complete slut. I loved the way it felt as one man filled my cunt and another slid his cock through my lips. I loved it because this was a position that I knew so well, but so many other woman considered taboo. They took turns in each position. Their thrusts from behind became so hard that I had to fight to stay up right. Just keeping my mouth on the other man became a workout. My body started to get exhausted, it had been close two a.m. when we had left the club and now my mind craved sleep, but I didn't want this night to ever end. "She likes to be double penetrated." My husband said and it made everyone in the room look towards him. My mouth dropped. Previously he had only watched after the action had started. Afterward he would tell me what he liked and I would make sure to do more of that the next time, but he had never said anything while another man fucked me. "You're one of those chicks." Will said as he got on to his back. "If you only knew." I grinned as I climbed on top of him. I mounted him and Dave pushed me over to more of a doggy style position. "I've never met a slut like you before," he said as he pushed his cock against my asshole. I hadn't been an anal virgin since a drunken night in college, but without any lubrication other than our sweat and juices I knew what to expect next. Dave didn't try to be gentle. He pushed his cock against my tight hole until he forced himself into me. My eyes started to water as pain filled me. He kept going and the pain grew, like someone ripping me apart. If I wasn't stuck between two men, I probably would've run into the next room. I held on to the sheets tight as he completely filled me. The pain lessened and the pleasure grew as they started to work together. Not my first time in this position, but I still couldn't get used to it. Everything happened so quickly, just a blur. All I could feel was the cock in my ass and the man filling my cunt. As the fucked both of my holes at the same time, the pleasure quickly multiplied. The pain still there, but the pleasure over took my whole body. I didn't at all expect an orgasm. Before the night started, Paul had told me that I would just there for the men's pleasure, not my own. Now, I couldn't deny the feeling that started to wash through me. Pure bliss. It erupted through me and I let out a loud man as I climaxed. However, the men didn't give me much time to enjoy it. After Dave announced, "I'm close," Will took a turn with my ass. He lasted a few minutes before making a similar announcement. When he released me, Dave jumped in and rolled me on to my back. He took the condom off and looked at me for a second. He made me feel like the sexiest woman alive. He positioned himself over my stomach and his cock between my tits. I pushed them together for him and he fucked my breasts. "I wanted to do this the second you walked into the club and I saw you in that dress." My husband would be happy, he had just ordered it online last week and it ended up being delivered just the day before our flight. Will took off his condom, then took my mouth. Everything became a blur again until I felt another person on the bed. My husband. He had never spoken and never joined in any of the group activities. He said he liked to watch. But now he pulled my face away from Will. He dipped his cock into my mouth and I did my best to suck on it. Already close, he pulled out after my lips ran up and down his cock just a few times. Without any warning he exploded. Cum shot out of his cock and impacted directly with my lips. His thick cum coated my lips and splattered all over the right side of my face. Before my husband finished, another hard shot of cum hit me. This one hit my nose and flowed into my left eye before I could close it. The two of them coated my face with cum, but I could still feel Dave between my tits. When he stopped, he added his hot cum in a line from lips to my cleavage. Globs of thick, hot and sticky cum coated me. I didn't just feel like a slut. I was. This couldn't be explained any other way. I loved the feeling. I loved the satisfied looks the men gave me. I suppose before I talk about any other nights, I should go back to the beginning. I wasn't always a cum loving wife that couldn't get enough cock. I used to have a normal life with believe it or not, a boring sex life. How things changed is my next story. Emily: A Slut Wife Pt. 02 My stressful week ended with missed deadlines for two high priority new clients because of things out of my control, an uncomfortable one on one conversation with my boss, followed by bumper to bumper traffic. When I returned home I wanted to do nothing other than put on a pair of my favorite comfy sweat pants, an old t-shirt. I wanted to order Chinese delivery so I could spend the rest of the night on the couch in front of the television. Unfortunately that Paul hadn't put that into the night's itinerary. My husband had planned a night out for me. Normally a good thing, but I wouldn't call this a date. Or anything even close to that. I don't even know how to explain what he had planned for the night. I found a tiny black dress waiting for me on our bed. I picked it up and looked at it. It definitely didn't come from my closet. I would've never bought it. Maybe back in college, but not now. I took a quick shower then tried it on anyways. I knew my husband would be disappointed if I didn't. The designer didn't make the dress for women like me. I have a body that still gets looks, but I could barely get the dress on. I spent the whole time worrying that I would rip it and my husband wouldn't be able to return it. It fit skin tight, showing off all of my curves and not in the sexy sort of way. I'd like to think I have all of the right curves still, however the tightness combined with the extremely low cut neckline made my front look like someone trying to relive their wild college years. Not to mention the backside that barely covered my ass. If I bent over the whole world would see my underwear. I peeled it off and picked out another dress from my closet. A black dress, but otherwise completely different. Still what I would like to think of as sexy, but a whole lot more classy. It still showed off my cleavage, but just a peek. It left my curves to the imagination of the viewer. Because I left work late and because of the traffic I ran into on the way home, I hurried to get to the club on time. It left little time to do my hair and makeup. I skipped grabbing anything to eat. I drove to the club with my heart pounding and my mind full of questions. Why did I agree to play this game? Why did he have fantasies like this? Would I actually go through with it? I did go through with driving to the club, even though I felt like turning around at every intersection. I sat in my car in the parking lot, still wanting to go home. Finally, I gave in. I decided to go in. I would have a drink or two, then go back home and say the game didn't work out. I went inside and walked straight to the bar and wasted no time getting the bartender's attention. I ordered my drink and hoped he would make it strong. Just after nine, but people already surrounded the bar and started over flowing on to the dance floor. Colorful lights flashed, illuminating faces for a second then moving on. The bass from the electronic music vibrated my body. I felt old, I wanted to ask them to turn the volume down. I had to yell for the bartender to hear my order. I took half of a sip of my vodka and cranberry before I noticed him watching me. He grinned, I smiled back. Styled black hair that I just wanted to run my fingers through, chiseled face of a Greek god and underneath his blue dress shirt it looked like a chiseled body too. He made me forget about my nervousness about coming here alone. Of course it didn't stop there. He had other affects on me too. I took another sip and when I looked back towards the other side of the bar, I found an empty spot where he once stood. Too good to be true. Too good to be interested in me. As I took a longer sip of my drink. While tasting the liquor I debated how long I would stay there. Before I could debate that too long, a hand touched my back. I turned hoping to see styled black hair and chiseled face. Instead I found black hair without the sexy styling, cute but not drop dead sexy face and a warm smile. Not a ten like the Greek god, but a six or seven, maybe an eight. He held out his hand. "I'm Todd." A rather straightforward, but boring approach. However, better than the last guy who hit on me as I left the mall last Saturday. That guy had no qualms about letting me know how nice he thought my tits looked. Todd took a peek at the cleavage escaping from the top of my dress or he might've just been looking for my hand to see if I would shake his. I reached out my hand and shook his. I hesitated for a second before I said, "I'm Jessica." He greeted me with a strong grip and bigger smile. "It's nice to meet you Jessica." By no means the Greek god, but still good looking. The first guy more of a fantasy, this guy more of a reality. Could actually go through with it? We made small talk until I finished my drink. He looked at the glass and asked, "Can I buy you another drink?" "Sure." If I even thought I might want to go through with this, I would need more than just one drink. Three drinks later a warm buzz ran through my whole body and the alcohol wasn't the only thing to blame. In the crunch of the crowd, Todd had wrapped his arm around me and our bodies pressed together as we talked. As he told me about his trip here for work, I wanted to kiss him. I looked into his brown eyes and saw a lust filled look that had been missing from my husband. "Do you want to do dance?" He asked when he realized I hadn't heard a word he had said for the past few minutes. "I'd love to." It had been way too long since the last time I had gone dancing. My husband hated the dance floor and the only time I could get him near it was at a wedding. We finished our drinks and left them on the bar counter. Todd took my hand and led me through the crowd. His strong hand gripping mine sent a surge of electric energy into me. I walked on clouds through the crowded mass. My heart started to pound. Not the best dancer, but at least he tried. He kind of just moved side to side, but I would call it cute. He became sexy when he closed the distance between us. He pressed his body against mine and our bodies started to move as one. I forgot about my husband as Todd wrapped his arms around me. We kissed. His strong lips came on aggressive, full of lust and desire. Not exactly the kind of kiss that epic romance novels are written about, but it still an affect on me. I became ninety-nine percent sure I would go through with it. His hands found my ass and pulled me against him. I couldn't miss the growing erection pressing against my waist. Any other man and I would've pushed him away and followed that up with a hard slap. Not this time though, this time I had other thoughts. "I want you," I said into his ear. He stopped dancing and looked at me. He smiled. "I'm staying at a hotel just down the street." "Let's go." He wasted no time. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the club, not stopping to ask any questions. Outside a line waited to enter the club. I felt every set of eyes on me as I walked by them. They couldn't have known what I was doing, but it certainly felt like it. Their looks combined with the cool night air brought me back to reality. The ring on my left hand became heavy on my finger. Yet I didn't stop him or make any attempts to leave his side. I walked with him the two blocks to his hotel filled with thoughts of what he would look like naked and on top of me. Those thoughts didn't disappear as the female clerk behind the front desk looked at us. I felt like she knew too. Maybe she checked him in and knew that I hadn't checked in with him. I hadn't been this excited to enter a hotel since my prom senior year. Maybe spring break my senior year in college. Yes, I didn't say on my wedding night or honeymoon. We raced through the lobby and soon as the elevator doors shut behind us, he pressed up against me again. This time he pinned me against the mirrored walls. This kiss became the kind of kiss that romance novels with Fabio on the front cover are written about. He made my legs weak and my body's temperature head towards over heating. His hands attacked my chest, caressing my cleavage. Before we made it to his floor, his hand found my thigh and moved up my leg. I saw the security camera, but I didn't know if his body or my dress blocked what he was doing. When I felt his finger tips brush against the lace fabric of my panties I stopped worrying about the security camera. Just the brush of the tips of his fingers made me let out a moan. This promised to be an interesting night. The elevator door opened and for a moment it brought me back to reality. The hotel hallway leading to his room, definitely not the hallway leading to my bedroom at home. With it's mix of marble floors and short patterned carpet in the middle, it looked nothing like the hardwood floors back at home. Part of me just wanted to turn around and go back home to my normal life. However, I needed this. I needed something more than just my normal routine at home. Todd led me to a room at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door with his key card and I followed him into the room. The door shut behind us and he locked the brass bolt. My heart pounded. No turning back now. He walked towards the bed, I walked towards the windows. Outside, the lights outlined the city. I didn't have a problem following the highway, back to my part of town. Somewhere out there sat my dream house with the proverbial white picket fence. Okay, not exactly my dream house and there was no white picket fence. I had to compromise a lot with my husband, but it was our home. Todd came up behind me and kissed my neck. He pressed his hardness against me again. I smiled. I wanted him more than I had wanted any other man in a long time. Not the man of my fantasies, but he would be more than just okay. I convinced myself forget about everything outside of the room for at least the night. I pushed myself back against him, his hard cock grinding against my ass. His hands drifted from my hips to my breasts. Just having his hands caress me through my dress turned me on more. I could feel every touch, I felt so alive. For once, I didn't think about projects due at work, the laundry that needed to get done or the errands that needed to be done in the morning. He made me feel sexy. A feeling I missed. His warm, but rough hands slid into my dress, into the cups of my bra and took out my breasts. We stood right in front of the window with the lights on in the room so anyone could see and it didn't bother me. Sure we were on the fifteenth floor, but there stood other tall buildings all around us. At home, I always made sure I closed the drapes tight so that no one could see in. Tonight just the chance that someone might see us got me even more excited. My breathing became deep. I stared to sweat even with the air conditioning blowing directly over us. I wanted more. I guided his hands from my breasts down to my legs. He didn't need any further invitation. As he nibbled on my ear, his hands moved into my dress and on to my thighs. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. "You're soaking wet." He said as his fingers slid along the lace fabric. "And you're rock hard. It's a good combination." I know it's not really that dirty, but saying 'rock hard' made me feel like a slut. In a good way. It had been too long since I had talked like that. "I don't have any condoms, is that going to be a problem?" His fingers danced underneath the fabric. I didn't answer right away. It had been years since the last time I had sex with a guy wearing condom. Long before I my wedding day. I couldn't imagine sex otherwise, but then again I just met this guy in a club. I should've bought some condoms on the way here...just in case. However, I thought that nothing would happen tonight. It wouldn't be the first time I hooked up with a guy at a bar and had unprotected sex with him, but like I said...it had been a long time. "That's okay." "Good." He slid his two fingers into my heat. I let out a long, deep moan as his fingers plunged easily into my wetness. My husband never touched me like this. I pulled off the straps of my dress and he backed away from me just far enough for the dress to fall off of me. I turned around and stood in front wearing just my black lace panties, the matching sheer bra and a pair of sleek black heels. The way he looked me up and down made me feel like a centerfold model. "Throw me on the bed and fuck me." He grinned. "Soon." He wrapped his hands around me and pinned me against the window. He kissed me with more force and more passion than I expected. He pressed his hard on against me, but he didn't want to give it's pleasure to me just yet. His kisses quickly moved down to my neck. I removed my bra and gave him complete access to my tits. He took full advantage of that with his hands and his mouth. He gently bit my nipple and I let out a cry. I didn't know how much more I could take. I needed him. His kisses went across my stomach and to my thighs. He kissed around the outline of my underwear, the underwear which I usually wore for my date nights with my husband. Todd peeled them off and left them on the floor. He kissed his way back up my thighs and with one quick flick across my wet lips sent a shock wave of erotic energy through me. It made my body buck. He looked up at me, I looked down at him. He smiled, then slid his tongue between my wet lips and across my clit. My husband and I had fallen into a routine in the bedroom. He almost always went down on me before we had sex, but he just went through the motions. Nothing just going through the motions about what Todd did. He centered on my clit with his tongue and targeted deep inside of me with his fingers. He made it very difficult to stand. I gripped the small ledge at the bottom of the window as tight as I could. He made it difficult to do anything other than moan. He listened to my moans, paid attention to my body and gave me more of what I needed. He took his time, almost to the point of teasing me. I wanted to beg him for more. He slowly worked up to the point where pleasure overflowed my body. He added more powers to his fingers, his tongue became more targeted. I couldn't feel my feet on the hotel room carpet. I didn't feel the window ledge pressed against my ass. All I I could feel came from his fingers and his tongue. I closed my eyes and everything became a blur. My orgasm started between my legs, but flowed through my whole body, over taking me with pleasure. A powerful orgasm, the kind that could've knocked me off my feet if he hadn't held me up with his hands. Way too long since I enjoyed an orgasm like that. As my orgasm faded away, everything became still. I remembered where I was and who I was with. Part of me said now was a good time to end this game. However, I knew that he wouldn't like that. Younger me had been described as a lot of things, however never a cock tease. I opened my eyes to him standing in front of me, unzipping his pants. To be honest, I didn't want it to end either. I already crossed the line, now I wanted an experience to remember when I lay lonely in bed because my husband stayed at the office late. I wanted to be the girl I was before I walked down the aisle in the white lace dress. One who had a sex life nowhere near routine. Some people may have labeled the younger me a slut, but I enjoyed sex and luckily with my body and all natural curves guys wanted to have sex with me. I liked giving them pleasure and loved the pleasure they gave me in return. Not always perfect with the guys like my ex-boyfriend Kevin who came all too quick or my one night stand with Tim who took far more than I received, but I had fun and didn't regret any of it. I slid off of the window sill and to my knees in front of him. I felt like the younger me again. The carpet soft under my knees and a rock hard cock waiting my attention. He didn't have the size that I imagined the Greek god in my fantasy carried around, but Todd's cock felt long in my hands and I loved that he trimmed his hair at the base. A perfect working area for my mouth. I looked up at him as I leaned in. He smiled and I kissed the tip of his cock, tasting a hint of his bitter, syrupy cum. I wanted more. My girl friend Christina is like a lot of other women, she hates the taste of cum and will spit it out the second she gets a chance. Me, I used to crave it when I was younger. Of course when I started out, I thought it was pretty gross too. At some point I stared to think of it as like an acquired taste like black coffee or a dark beer. I had acquired that taste and enjoyed doing the work to earn it. Never one of those girlfriends who just gave head because their boyfriend asked, I gave a blowjob before they could even ask. I used to do that for my husband. He'd be watching Monday Night Football and I would just lean over to his side of the couch and take out his cock. That was when we were first dating, before things became mundane and long before he got lost in his work. I opened my mouth and took Todd's hardness into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock and lowered my head on to him. I took almost all of him inside my warm, wet mouth before I pulled my lips back to his tip. My lips traveled slowly along his smooth shaft, enjoying every inch of him. I hoped he felt the same way and I had a feeling he did. I looked up to see his head cocked back and heard grunting sounds. That just made me want to work harder to make him grunt more. My lips raced up and down his cock and he let out a moan. "Oh my god, please don't stop. Far more reaction than I ever received from my husband. His hands couldn't stay away from my breasts. As my lips traveled up and down his shaft, he fondled me. His hands didn't stop there. He moved one hand to the back of my head and for the moment just rested it there in my hair. My husband never did that. Before getting married, I used to react to it by pushing their hands away. However, there was Pat, an older guy I dated for a short time just before I started dating my husband. Todd looked to be a few years older than me, probably his early thirties, but Pat was almost ten years older me and the experienced showed. Before I slept with him, I thought I knew my way around the bedroom. I never had any complaints, but Pat gave me a new lesson just about every night while we dated. One of the tutorials centered around deep throating and he wouldn't let me push his hands away. I lowered my lips to the base of Todd's cock and took him into my throat. My technique started a little rusty, but I kept myself focused and took my time. He responded by tightening his hand's grip on me. I repeated the process and he rewarded me. It came as a surprise. He gave none of the tell tale signs that he was even close. I didn't have anytime to prepare before I felt the cum exploding out of him. His bitter, yet delicious cum shot into the back of my throat and because it came as a surprise the hot, thick liquid ended up on my lips, dripping down my chin and on to my chest. He gave me a look that said sorry. He thought he had crossed an unwritten line. I smiled. I wanted more. I leaned in and took him back into my mouth, cleaning his cock and returning him to his rock hard state. He smiled as I stood up and started to unbutton his dress shirt. He undid his pants and soon he stood just as naked as me. He didn't have the perfectly toned and perfectly muscular body that imagined the Greek god had, but I had no complaints. He had the body of someone who went to the gym, but didn't spend his whole life there. Right now, I wanted that body on top of me and for us to have a private workout together. He followed me to the bed and the smile grew as he watched me climb on to my back and open my legs for him. My invitation to him. "Come fuck me." Emily: A Slut Wife Pt. 02 He didn't answer with words. He climbed on to the bed and between my legs. He climbed on top of me and I felt his weight on me. He kissed me, our mouths melting into one. He pushed my legs apart with his and pushed his head into my heat. He pushed into me, nothing separating me from him. That just turned me on even more. He pushed slowly into my wetness, filling me. His moved carefully at first, allowing me to become accustomed to him. Then our kisses stopped and his focus became on his thrusts. His thrusts became powerful, filling my whole body with pleasure. I moaned a little louder with each impact of him into me. Like earlier with his tongue, he paid careful attention to my every move and sound to give me more of what I wanted. The way my husband used to fuck me when we were first dating. Even through when we were newlyweds, but sometime in the two years since then things changed. Now when we had sex, far too often it became just about his orgasm. Far too often now my husband came within the first few minutes. Five minutes became good for him. I didn't pay attention to the digital clock on the night stand next to the bed, but I knew Todd lasted far more than a few minutes. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders. I did yoga in the gym every once in a while, but I didn't think I would be flexible enough for this position. He didn't give me any time to object. He moved forward and plowed his cock deep inside of me. Each thrust caused my whole body to shake. My moans became screams as he hit the right angle. I wanted to be quiet. I didn't want to wake up the people in the next room and be interrupted by a hotel employee with a noise complaint. However, I couldn't help myself. My husband never fucked me like this and the pleasure quickly became surreal. My whole body filled with an intense feeling of bliss. My body went stiff and his next thrust sent me over the edge. I climaxed with a loud scream and my nails digging into his back. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through me. I had forgotten sex could feel so good. I had forgotten what it felt like to orgasm from sex alone. After a short series of wild and out of control thrusts, he stopped deep inside of me. A deep moan and he erupted. His cock exploded inside of me, pumping his cum directly into me. He let my legs go, then collapsed on to the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard and covered with a layer of sweat. "Okay," I said, "I need to know one thing." "Anything baby." "How much did this room cost? You know we don't have the money for this. Did you put it on a credit card?" The smile on Paul, my husband's face faded away. "Stop worrying. I signed a nice sized contract today with the city. It'll more than pay for this." "But we don't have the money in our bank account now." "Way to bring us back to reality. I put it on the credit card. By the time it's due, we'll have the money." "I'm sorry, it's just been stressing me out. I hate living paycheck to paycheck." "The winter was slow, but this is turning into a good year." We lay there quietly, lost in our thoughts and not sure what to say next. Both of us still breathing heavier than normal. "Why didn't you wear that dress I bought for you?" "That black dress? Did you save the receipt? I tried it on. It didn't exactly fit." "I'll bet it did. You would've looked so fucking hot in it." We became silent again. I broke the silence this time. "Why don't you go down on me like that every time?" "I don't know if you're joking or if you're serious and mad at me." "I'm not mad at you." "Then how come you've never sucked my cock like that before?" "I've never heard you talk like that before." His initial response came in the form of his hand on my thigh. He slid it up my leg, reigniting the flame inside of me. "You really turned me on. What can I say?" "I can say the same thing." This had become a recurring fantasy for him over the past six months. I went along with it, but it was definitely more his thing than mine. It started after a night out with my girl friends that ended with my friends and I dancing the night away. When I came home, I woke him up when I stumbled into the bedroom. He sat up in bed and in the dim light I couldn't tell what his facial expressions said about his reaction. "I'm sorry that I woke you." "Did you have fun tonight?" His tone gave me no clue either. We had an argument that morning before work about bills, but based on his text messages after work I thought he had moved on. "It was Lynn's birthday so we went out for dinner." Silence filled the room. He didn't have to ask anything else. He knew that I would start to try fill the silence. My nervous habit. "Then we went to that new wine bar on Central." "Is that it?" He climbed out of bed wearing only his boxers. He didn't have the body of a Greek God, but until recently most of his work had been with his hands at construction sites and it still showed. I looked at the digital clock on the night stand. The green letters said '2:45.' No wine bar would be open that late and I'm sure he knew that from my previous girls' nights out. "We went dancing afterward." I stood there, not sure where he would take this conversation. Unlike a lot of my previous boyfriends, I would never describe my husband as the jealous type. "Did you dance with anyone?" He closed the distance between me and the bed in a split second. "Just the girls." I backed up and found myself trapped against the wall. This wasn't like him at all. My heart started to beat harder. The temperature in the room jumped twenty degrees. "Just the girls?" Had he gone out to see why I was out so late? When his text messages stopped, I just assumed he had fallen asleep. "You were out pretty late." Had he gone out and somehow found where I was? Had he seen me dancing? He didn't need to do that. I would never cheat on him. I might bend the truth sometimes, but I would never even kiss another man. "There was one guy. It was nothing though. His friend wanted to dance with Lynn, so I danced with him." He pinned me up against the wall. His mouth found my neck and started to kiss me. "How did you dance with him?" "Nothing happened." He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. "How did you dance with him?" "It was nothing." He didn't move. I didn't know whether he believed me or not. Sexually it had been nothing. However, I loved the attention. I knew that the guy wanted me. A feeling I received from my husband less and less frequently. "How did you dance?" "What do you mean?" I remembered every moment that I danced with the un-named guy, but that didn't mean I wanted to share all of the details with my husband. It couldn't compare to the dirty dancing younger me had done, but nothing I wanted my husband to know about either. "You know what I mean." He pinned me against the wall. With just his boxers on, I clearly felt his rock hard cock against me. I didn't understand. I thought he was upset with me for staying out late and dancing with another man. "Did you dance like this?" I hesitated. I didn't know how to respond. Finally, I just nodded my head yes. He pressed harder against me, to the point it started to hurt. "Was that all you did with him?" Again, I didn't answer right away. Part of me scared about where this was going. Part of me extremely turned on. The damp fabric of my panties clung to me. "That wasn't it." He backed away and it made my heart sink. Then he turned me around and pressed my chest against the wall. He pushed his cock against my ass. My heart stared to pound ten times harder. I may not know where this was going, but I wanted more. "Like this?" "Yes," I said then closed my eyes. "Did he touch you with his dirty hands?" Our bedroom had become so quiet, I wasn't used to him talking like this. "Just on my waist." "Are you sure?" "Yes, he wanted to do more, but he wanted to get laid and didn't want to ruin his chances by being too aggressive." "Did you fuck him?" "God no." I started to turn around, but he used his hands to keep me facing away from him. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down just past my knees. He didn't bother with my thong. He just pulled the fabric to the side, then guided himself into me. I didn't think I was ready yet. It had all happened so fast. Yet I felt soaking wet and he slid deep into me. He gripped my waist tight and thrust himself hard into me. I held on to the wall for support. If I hadn't, he would've knocked me off my feet. His thrusts came quick and intense. It reminded me of when we first dated and couldn't get enough of each other. For a while it seemed like anytime we found ourselves alone for a few minutes, we took advantage of the time with at least a quickie. He nibbled on my ear. He man handled my breasts through my top. Each touch from him just multiplied the sexual energy inside of me. Within a few minutes, my breathing became heavy, I started sweating and moaning loud enough where I worried the neighbors might hear. I felt it building up inside of me. When I went out, I never thought my night would end up like this. His thrusts became wild as my moans became screams. I went stiff. The pleasure wove throughout my body and took complete control. He gripped my breasts as he exploded into me. His cum flowed into me as my orgasm hit its climax. When I opened my eyes, I found myself slouched against the wall. He had fallen on to me. "Wow, we need to do that more often." "I agree," he said then pulled himself out of me and went back to bed. I cleaned up and washed my face before I joined him in bed. I climbed into bed naked, but he just held me. The next morning he had already left for work by the time I woke up. We didn't talk about it and that just left more questions in my mind. They all focused around one main subject. Was he turned on by another man dancing with me? It took a couple of more encounters like that before the answer became concrete in my head. The next time at a charity fundraiser event where he caught another man flirting with me. We didn't make it home right away that night. We ending up having sex in the backseat of our SUV in the parking lot like high schoolers. The next time, almost exactly the same as the girls' night out except my husband came along. The night out wasn't planned. We went out to dinner with another couple, then ended up at the club down the street. The guys stayed at the bar, while Lynn and I went out to the dance floor. I hoped the guys would join in when they saw us dancing together, but instead we attracted another pair of men. Lynn's boyfriend quickly came and cut in. If he hadn't done that, my husband would've let the guy keep dancing with me. My husband and I fucked twice that night. On the hood of the car. Then back in our bed. I didn't exactly understand the fantasy, turn on or whatever you want to call it, but I didn't understand a lot about him. If it meant sex more often with my husband, then you could count me in. About a month later, he asked me why it had been so long since I went out with the girls. He didn't like the answer that all of my friends had been too busy. He suggested we play a little game. We would go out separately and he would role play as a complete stranger. A little weird, but now I'm glad that we did it. It might've been the best sex that we've ever had. He pushed two fingers into me and I rolled over to give him better access to me. I took him in my hands and stroked him. His cock still slick with his cum and my wetness. He immediately started to grow hard again. I rolled on top of him and continued to stroke him until he grew completely solid. I lowered myself on to his cock and we locked eyes. He grabbed my hips and guided me down on to him. "I can't remember the last time we had back to back sex." I could. Probably on our honeymoon in the Bahamas. "Me neither." I went slow, it still didn't feel like sex with my husband. "Next week you have that conference?" I nodded my head. "In Vegas." The sex started to feel awkward, like having sex with my husband. I started paying attention to every movement I made and not enjoying it. He paused for a moment. His tell. I knew he wanted to say something. He was thinking if he really should say it. After a few seconds, he did. "There's this thing called a free pass. Have you heard of it." "Not exactly." I hadn't, but I had a feeling I knew where he was going. "While you're in Vegas, you're free to do anything you want. No questions asked. No ramifications. I want you to have fun. Then when you come home, that night you tell me all about it." I didn't know what to say. I thought back to the time I walked down the aisle as the sun was setting on the beach. All of our friends and family sat on either side of me. Paul stood at the front of the aisle waiting for me. "You're all I need. I don't need anyone else." "It's not like that." He left me afraid to ask what it was like. "It would just be for fun." He started to move underneath me. I could feel how much it turned him on. I rolled off of him and he took control. He climbed on top of me and took me again. "What do you think?" His thrusts became more forceful. I didn't understand this turn on and really I didn't want to sleep with anyone else. I wouldn't have agreed to marry him if I had. Sure I liked to look sometimes, but that was the extent. I could always tell him yes, but not do it. He would be disappointed so I would have to come home with a story. It felt so weird and awkward, but I didn't know how else to handle it. "I'll do it." He flipped me over and put me on my hands and knees. He took me from behind, fucking me doggy style, a position we rarely used. He held my hips tight and slammed his cock into me. The sound of his bare skin impacting with my ass filled the room. "Are you close?" I wanted to tell him that I couldn't have been any further. "Yes." His thrust became rapid fire. A few moments later it ended. He slammed into me one last time and exploded. We collapsed on to the bed together. He held me in his arms. Neither of us saying anything. I couldn't stop thinking about the free pass he offered. That night he fell asleep instantly. It took me an hour or two of rolling around and staring at the ceiling. The sun started to come up before I finally passed out from exhaustion. I didn't understand this fantasy. I didn't understand why it turned him. Most importantly, I wondered where it was going? Was this the end of our marriage or the beginning of something else? Emily & Amber No matter how many years it has been, everyone remembers their days in high school. All of those times when we were permitted to be free. The final days before adulthood and responsibility. Never worrying about consequences. Living life for today and not regretting yesterday or dreading tomorrow. Each day in itself brings a new adventure. Emily believed fully in this philosophy. She was a beautiful, blonde haired blue eyed angel. Angel in the sense of how she looked. But inside, she was wild. She loved to go out with the boys and have passionate sex...but never the same boy twice, she bored easily. And she loved hanging out with her girlfriends, talking about the boys and sex. Particularly Amber, her best friend. Amber and Emily could pass for twins, although Amber had long, curly blonde hair, while Emily's was short and straight. They had similarly athletic builds, and why not, they both ran track. But unlike many other athletic girls, these two were blessed with curves. And it worked to their advantage. Either girl could have any guy she wanted. And that's what they did. They made it into a game...how many men they could conquer. In their senior year of high school, both girls now being eighteen and still not wanting to grow up, they decided to try something new and joined the cheerleading squad. All throughout high school, they had made fun of the cheerleaders, as many high school kids do, but now it was different. They had a game to play, and there was no better way to show off their bodies than in those little skirts and tight shirts. They had all the men at the game drooling over them. And they loved it. The time had to come however, when their senior year was coming to an end. Both girls were a little sad to be leaving, but they still knew they had a whole summer ahead of them. The night before their last big game, the girls decided to have a sleepover. Just the two of them. Emily's parents were away for the night, so they rented movies and bought a lot of junk food. They talked about boys and gossiped, compared sex stories. All that junk food must have given them a sugar rush though, because they were wound up and had nothing to do with their energy. Emily had a brilliant idea. They were going to practice their cheering. Both girls jumped up to go put on their uniforms. Amber beat Emily upstairs and they practically jumped out of their pajamas. For the first time, Emily began to notice her best friends body, and she was astounded at the warmth which soon turned to wetness between her legs at the sight of her naked friend. Amber didn't notice Emily staring as she put on her uniform and Emily said nothing to her friend. However, as Emily put on her own uniform, she conveniently forgot to put her bloomers on, leaving herself to be exposed if she so chose to do so. The girls ran downstairs to burn off their energy. The two girls yelled and jumped and did splits until they were lying exhausted on the floor. Emily had had so much fun, that she had forgotten her sexual thoughts towards Amber. But Amber soon made up for that. She lay there next to Emily and just watched as her breasts heaved up and down. She could see Emily's nipples poking right through the sweater. She too began to feel that familiar warmth between her legs. Although, she too had never felt it due to another girl. She welcomed this warmth, but decided not to make a move. Pretty soon, the girls sugar rush had died and they decided to head off to bed. They knew that they had a big day ahead of them and should get their rest. Amber didn't think she would be getting much sleep, however. She had already planned on masturbating after Emily fell asleep. Emily's parents had a huge waterbed that they decided to sleep in. The girls dressed for bed, both wearing skimpy nighties that were intended to turn their men on. But it worked on girls too. Emily climbed into the bed with Amber soon to follow. Emily quickly fell asleep. Amber gently eased the covers off of Emily's small form and quickly undid the tie on the front of her own nightie. She had conveniently forgotten to put her own underwear back on...and from the looks of it, so had Emily. Amber ran her hand lightly across her tits, feeling her nipples stand instantly at attention. She did this for a few minutes, feeling that warmth spreading once again between her legs. She pinched lightly at her nipples, moaning softly as she did. All this time, she was concentrating on the body of her friend. The way her tits moved up and down. Down to her flat stomach as it caved in a little near her hips. Her long smooth legs that Amber had always admired. Pretty soon she stuck her fingers right in her tight pussy. She couldn't take it anymore, looking at her beautiful friend. Her pussy needed to release. She slid two fingers deep inside her while her thumb rubbed over her clit. She continued pinching her nipples with her other hand. She didn't realize that she was rocking back and forth as she did so. Pretty soon Amber was so into it that she didn't see Emily wake up. Watching Amber play with herself turned Emily on more than she had ever been before. She kept her eyes slightly open as she watched Amber's beautiful naked body start to glisten with sweat from her building orgasm. Emily could tell that Amber was about to cum so she took advantage of the situation. Amber was so wrapped up in her orgasm that she didn't see Emily until their lips met. Emily thrust her tongue into Amber's mouth and Amber returned the kiss. Amber's hand reached around Emily, pulling Emily on top of her. Emily straddled Amber and sat up to remove her nightie and Amber was right...no panties either. She couldn't help but smile at this. Emily leaned back into Amber kissing her again, but more deeply. They rubbed their bodies together, feeling the others tits and pussy. Emily reached down and pinched Amber's nipple. Amber moaned at her touch. She bent her head down and traced circles around Amber's tits with her tongue. Amber ran her hand through Emily's hair, pulling at it slightly. Emily turned herself around on Amber. She was still on top of her, but now on her hands and knees above her. Amber lifted herself to Emily's dripping pussy and shoved her fingers into Emily. Emily's back arched with the pleasure. She fucked Emily with her fingers and sucked on her clit. She had never tasted anything so erotic. Her tongue flicked all around Emily's pussy. Licking and sucking and not getting enough of that sweet taste. She reached her other hand around and ran it over Emily's tight little ass. She spanked it as she continued to fuck her friend. Emily moaned with this new pleasure. Amber decided to take it a little further. She licked her finger then worked it into Emily's ass. Emily had never felt this before, but it was obvious she loved it. She was now rocking on her knees, trying to get Amber deeper into her. Amber continued to lick and soon she felt Emily's pussy pulsing around her fingers. She fucked harder and licked faster as Emily's body began to shake. Emily screamed out in enjoyment, clawing at the bedcovers as she did. She came hard and fast, and Amber was only too happy to lick her friends pussy clean. No sooner had Emily cum before she buried her own head into her friends sweet little pussy. She wanted to return the favor. She did just like Amber had done to her. Amber had a light musky scent that turned Emily on. She was almost ravenous, not licking enough of Amber's juices up. Her fingers thrusting deep into her friend, wiggling her fingers around Amber's G-spot. Amber leaned back up and began to lick Emily's pussy while her own was also getting licked. After all, she had already orgasmed once...and if she was going to again, Emily deserved two also. They girls started licking hungrily, grabbing at each others asses as if to pull themselves deeper inside. When they came it was amazing. Both girls came at once. They each continued to fuck the other with their fingers as they had to let out their own screams of pleasure. Emily's orgasm lasted a little longer but then they licked a little more just to clean the other up. Both girls were exhausted. Emily turned herself around again to face her friend. Amber pulled Emily's lips to her own and they kissed once more. Now getting to taste their own hot juices. They licked at their lips and laid on their sides to face each other. They slept that night wrapped in each others arms. Every once in a while they would rub at the other. But there was no more sex that night. They didn't speak of the incident for a while. But soon Emily couldn't keep the secret any longer and told her current boyfriend. She knew he would go tell his friends. But that's what she wanted. Not long after, Emily and Amber were even more popular than before. They were fucking everyone, including each other. But that's another story altogether. Emily and Danny Lawson I watched Emily look at her image in the full length mirror. She smiled her satisfaction. Whatever happened this night, her life and mine would be changed forever, and hopefully for the better. Was she certain she even wanted to do it? Was I, her husband? In truth, though each of us was excited, we were likewise both nervous as could be. ****** It had all started two weeks ago when I had been called out on the job, I'm a computer hardware specialist; learned the trade in in junior college, and had since taken a number of techie courses to keep me up to snuff in the field. The company I worked for, Wildwood Technologies, paid handsomely for my skills which made it possible for Emily and me to have a nice standard of living. At any rate, I'd left the computer in the den on standby instead of shutting it down, big mistake. When she opened it to get a document on the desktop that she needed, she had been shocked to find what I had left there. The open page was part of a folder of back and forth emails I had downloaded and saved. Curious, she had begun to read them. Closing the computer two hours later, she was confused and very upset at what she had discovered: that I had fantasies, that I was a closet wimp, a wannabe cuckold; and, that I had been communicating with other husbands, anonymously, who had like fantasies and proclivities. That night she confronted me. "So how long have you had these fantasies?" said Emily. "I don't know?" I said, "a long time, I guess." I was shaking in my boots, and it was obvious to her. She actually smirked. "Since we've been married?" said Emily. "Before?" "Before," I admitted. "But, they're just fantasies. They're nothing. I was never going to ask you to do anything, honest," I said. She was tapping her foot as she watched me. I found it almost impossible to meet her gaze. I was embarrassed, but I was also turned on talking to her about it, a fact more than testified to by the bulge in the front of my pants which she also noticed. "Really? Then, how about that request for information about that big cuckold fest two weeks from now?" she said, nodding toward the still open page on the desktop. "I—I don't know. I was just curious about what they do at those things that's all," I said. We talked for hours, well two. Emily had become intrigued. I had become concerned; I was sweating. Well, that was two weeks ago, and now we were getting ready to go to the big cuckold fest as she was continuing to call it. I had emailed for information about it, at her insistence, and I had gotten an answer back in two days. It turned out that what it actually was, was a kind of monthly get together where wives and their husbands could come and explore the cuckold lifestyle up close and personal. No pressure was exerted on anyone, or so the e-brochure claimed, but the opportunity for a wife or girlfriend to cuckold her significant other was there if the couple decided it was for them. I had at first tried to get my wife to believe that I was only interested in the mental side of it. But, after the long discussion alluded to, I had been made to admit that I would like to look into it a bit more. We made the decision to attend. And so here we were about to leave to go to it. "Ready?" said Emily, taking a deep breath. "I think so," I said. "But, we're going to stick to our deal, right?" "Yes, if either of us is uncomfortable about any of it, we will just leave and no more will be said about it," she said. "Yes, and tonight we do not take our clothes off for any reason," I said, "at least not this first time." I was hedging my bets. Yes, the idea of really doing it was appealing, but I was also more than persuaded that it could also be a threat to our marriage; hence our deal. "Also agreed," said Emily. "This is nothing more than a little information gathering expedition." "Okay then, I guess we better go," I said. The ride to the mansion, where the do was to take place, took over an hour. As we found out, a man named Robert Stahl, a black businessman, had founded the club as he liked to think of it. A millionaire, he'd created the twenty-five room mansion from the shell of a former apartment building. He'd made his money in the soft porn industry, and had parlayed that, through some clever stock buys, into a truly large fortune. The manse, besides the twenty-five rooms alluded to, sported a courtyard, two group gathering halls, a large basement, and other appurtenances. We were met at the door by a white man liveried like a footman in a bad movie. "May I take your coat, ma'am," said the servant. "Certainly," said Emily, with more confidence than I know she felt. I noticed that the man had not asked to help me. "Can I get my coat hung up too?" I said. "You know what this place is don't you?" asked the man. "Not exactly, first time for us," I said. "Oh, okay. No, you have to hang it up yourself: over there on the cuck wall," said the servant. I looked and saw what he was pointing to; I went to it and hung up my coat. Returning to the man and my wife, I asked what I thought was a good question. "My wife and I can go in together, right?" I asked. I was feeling very weird, not nervous, weird. "Yes, you can, unless she's spoken for by one of the studs and accepts being with him, that is. If she does accept, well, then, I'm afraid, you'll have to adjourn to the basement with the other cuckold husbands; that's what we call cuck country; it's mandatory. A woman who is responsible for taking you there will do so and lock you up while your wife entertains her man." Suddenly I was frightened. "Lock me up," I said. "The online brochure didn't say anything about that." "Hmm, it's in there; I'm pretty sure," he said. "In any event, I'm afraid it is expected. It's what we are about here. "And, just judging by the look of your lady, I'm positive she is going to be claimed pretty quick; I mean if I'm any judge. I mean if she wants to, you know," he said. I nodded. "Since you folks are newbies, I'm going to get you an escort to kinda show you around and orient you. How's that? "Oh, and my name is David. I'm a cuckold husband myself. As you might guess, we husbands are required to do the work here on kind of a rotating basis. You will be too," he said to me, "once your lady has made you one of us, and you'vr been initiated. Anyway, it works for us and for the group," he said. "The escort would be good, David," I said. "But, I'm saying right now that I do not want to be locked up." David just shrugged. "Definitely, no ball and chain for you dear. I know that would be way too hard for you," echoed Emily, she giggled. "If they really require it, we just won't join, that's all." I felt a little bit better, less apprehensive, with her supporting me. We made our way into what looked like a large receiving area. Twenty or thirty white couples, and a number of what were apparently black escorts were in evidence. All of the couples were mixing and laughing and sipping cocktails. The black studs were strolling around and smiling and talking to the women; they seemed to be studiously avoiding talking to the husbands, who, however, did not seem to be taking offense at the snubs. "A glass of wine, honey," I said as we bellied up. "Yes, please, dear," she said. She was looking around surveying the place. I placed the order for two glasses of burgundy, paid, and turned to see a man, a white man, coming toward us. The orientor, I thought, as he neared us. "Hi, I'm Arnold," he said. "You folks are the newbies, correct?" "Yes, we are thank you," I said. "I'm Danny Lawson and this is my wife Emily." "Nice to meet you. You have a very lovely wife, Danny. I know she'll like it here. Uh, you will too; I hope," he said. He seemed nice. "Let's have a seat at that table over there, and maybe I can make this an easy introduction for you." We meandered the twenty feet or so to a table by a large picture window. The view was of the expansive patio area with lots of verdure. "Let me do a bit of rambling, okay. I can answer most of your questions in one go, and then if you have anything else you'd like to have answered, I will do my best. How's that?" said Arnold. Emily and I both nodded our agreement. "David mentioned he'd spoken to you about being locked up while your wife is being pleasured. It is a requirement, I'm afraid. But, since this is your first night, and you're just touring—right?" We nodded. "You'll get a bye, that is unless, Emily here decides to indulge herself." He looked to each of us separately and waited to make sure we were all on the same page. Satisfied, he continued. "Anyway, we always start these affairs with some socializing. We've found that when Candace takes the cucks down to cuck country, that sometimes, really usually, they need a drink or two before they are locked up for the evening. Certainly in the cases of the newbies like you," he said, looking at me. "I admit, it's hard on us husbands at first, but we get used to it. Being caged is kind of a symbol of our submission to our wives and their lovers. We're cuckolds after all, really our wives' and their lovers' slaves. Am I making any sense?" We both nodded. "Sure," I said. "But, I just don't feel comfortable..." "I understand, but it is a requirement locking up the hubbies. But, if it is something you just can't do. Well, at least it's been nice to meet you folks—sincerely. "Anyway, like I say we're into the cuckold lifestyle here. I'm sure you know that or you wouldn't be here. The wives are in charge, indirectly at least; Mr. Stahl owns everything, but he does nothing to interfere with the festivities, if you get my drift. He's in Europe right now on business, but the time may come when you meet him. He's very nice. "The black studs, are all invitees, and none are pros. They are here to fuck your wife, Daniel, make no mistake. And, like I say, while they do her, you will be cloistered with the other cucks in cages in the basement. We do allow the cucks to play with each other, so long that is as their wives give their consent. In cases like that the wives of the cucks see to it that their husbands are locked up in pairs. Sometimes they even come down with their lovers to watch their husbands do each other; it's a very large kick for the wives, believe me," he said. "There are few things funnier to a woman than watching her husband grunting and growling as he gets it in the butt. And, the cuckolds know it and do their best to entertain their women while they're getting it." "I'm not sure..." I started. My stomach was doing flip flops. "Mister, Arnold?" broke in Emily. "Mason, Arnold Mason, ma'am," he said. "Yes, well, my husband and I are equal partners. I, we're, not into that kind of..." "Emily, please, allow me. Your husband Danny here, is here because he wants to be cuckolded by his very beautiful wife. A bit later, one of the other ladies will take you aside and give you some tips and let you in on what you will need to know to train Danny. Trust me, Danny wants you to have your cake and eat it too so to speak. Don't you, Danny?" said Arnold. I was definitely a deer in the headlights. "Uh, uh, I do want her to be happy, but this is all so new. We really kinda want to go slow at first, you know, see how it suits us," I said. "Yes, of course," he said. "Well, if there are no more questions?" said mister Arnold. We thanked him, me a little less enthusiastically than my wife. Then we sat and talked for a few minutes before a large black man with a huge smile and a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans approached us. "Hi," he said. "May I?" Indicating that he would like to join us. "Certainly," said my wife. I looked daggers at her. She just raised an eyebrow to silence me. For the next twenty minutes the two of them talked virtually ignoring me, even when I made a comment that seemed called for. It turned out that his name was Jackson Cord. He seemed nice, okay, and more than interested in my woman. I was beginning to get cold feet. But, I wasn't quite ready to call it a night. A tall woman with an equally tall gentleman on her arm came up to Emily. "Excuse me, but are you the Lawsons?" "Yes, we are," said Emily. "I'm Candace Bergson. I have been tasked with filling you in. Emily isn't it?" "Yes, and thank you. We are on an information gathering mission tonight. Anything you can tell us will be appreciated," said Emily. At that point Jackson and Candace's escort excused themselves and wandered off. "Well, this is for your ears only, Emily, I'm afraid. But you can tell your husband about what I tell you when you feel the need or want to. There is good reason for you to be the one to learn what I have to tell you first, really," she said. "Okay, honey?" said Emily looking at me with cow eyes. "Sure, I guess," I said. I'll just head on over to the bar and get me some reinforcement." "Yes, dear, do that," said Emily. I watched the two of them from the bar. I waited for the high sign from Emily to invite my return. The conversation evidently started slow. But then it got animated. More than once Emily's hand came up to her mouth indicating shock or surprise, I couldn't tell which. On at least two occasions I saw her giggle. I was becoming concerned. Yes, the whole gig was ultimately my fault, but I was becoming more and more against the whole thing. I wanted to leave. I got my wish. Emily gave the signal for me to return. I did. I returned to the table, and took my seat. Candace smiled at me, rose, and left. "Honey," I said. "I want to go. I'm feeling uncomfortable." She gave me a look of mild concern. "Okay, Dan, if you want. We're only here for the info anyway, and I think we've learned a lot already," she said. We said our goodbyes to Candace and David, the latter, who had seen us coming, had retrieved Emily's coat. I got mine, and we left. I couldn't help but feel the stares of half a dozen studs follow my wife as we exited the premises and got to our car; I shivered, she noticed. The drive home was initially silent, but about halfway into the hour drive I looked over at her. She seemed lost in thought. "I want to do it," she said. "I don't," I said. "It's too much." "I thought you might be feeling that way," she said. "But, before we make a decision we'll talk. Okay?" "Talk yes, but I don't like it, Em. It is too scary. I'm afraid?" "There's nothing to be afraid of," she said. "It's just a place to play. Candace really laid it on me in that half hour or so that we talked. I understand better now how to do this and what it's all about. Again, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even locking you up in a cage isn't that big a deal; it'll heighten your cuck experience is all. Candace told me all newbies are afraid of that at first; it is very humiliating, and yes, scary. But, isn't that part of it after all, I mean I've read a lot of your emails and web stories. Hubbies who need to be cuckolded are actually turned on by the humiliation and the denial. Right?" "Yes, I suppose, but Emily, I'm afraid of losing you to some guy from this sex club. I am not willing to risk that. Not now, not ever," I said. For the first time she looked at me with real concern in her eyes. I caught it. "Yes, I'm not ashamed to say it. I think that if we do this it will be the end of us. I love you too much to risk that," I said. "Danny, whether we do this or not, there is absolutely no chance that you will ever lose me. Not to any of those black studs, not to anyone, ever. Honest," she said. I was not convinced. ****** For several days neither of us had too much to say about our little foray at the mansion. But, by Thursday night of the following week, I guess Emily figured that enough time had elapsed that she could bring up the subject and reason with me. "Danny we need to talk," she said. She didn't have to tell me what the talk was going to be about. It was written all over her. What had been my fantasy and was no longer, was now hers. I just nodded. "As I mentioned that night in the car, Danny, I want to do it. I want to cuckold you." "I can't do it, Em'. I just can't. I'm afraid," I said. "Danny, you don't have to go. It would be better if you did. I really need to have you near me; to make me feel safe. But, if I have to go a few times by myself to make you feel safer; that's okay too," she said. "Are you saying that you don't care what I think or need; that you are going to do it whether I'm on board or not? Is that what you're saying, Emily!" I said. "Danny, I do care what you want and need. But, you need to care about what I want to. I have to do this. I have to do it for me and for us. Are you going to hear me out, or are you just going to shut me down." I nodded for her to go on, but tears were beginning to creep into the corners of my eyes. She wiped them away with her hand. "My talk with Candace opened my eyes to how I have to treat you, and how to make this work for both of us. I promise to bring you along gently, my gentle man," she said. "I know you are very fragile right now. Candace told me you would be. She knew you'd be afraid. Everything she said is coming true just like she said it would. "What she also told me was how to build your trust in me. How to get you to love what we'll be doing. And, it will be we, not just me fucking other men. We'll both be having fun; you'll see. Some of the things we'll be doing are a little shocking, and frankly, you aren't ready for all of them yet, but other things we can do right now to build your confidence and feelings of safety. I just hope you'll give me a chance. Will you?" She was pleading. "You haven't answered my question," I said. "My answer is that if you really don't want me to, then I will honor your wishes and not do it. I'll be mortally disappointed, but I will not go against you if you feel that strongly." I had the feeling that she knew how I would react to her words. But, I was powerless to say or do otherwise. "Okay then, we'll go once. If it works out okay, we'll go again. But, if I say to stop, we stop. Do you agree?" I said. "Yes, my darling man. And, I have some presents for you. I bought them this week hoping you'd agree to go with me. I'm glad I didn't waste my money," she said giggling. "But, right now I need you to make love to me." She'd said it like she was scolding me. "Take me right here in the kitchen my husband. Take me now." She stood and began to take off her clothes. Soon she was naked and I noted that her pussy was shaved bare; that was new. I wondered if it was for me. I was out of my clothes in nanoseconds or so it seemed. We stood in front of each other and just looked into each other's eyes. I reached out and took her breast in my hand and leaned in to suckle on its nipple. I went to my knees and licked her bare and beautiful mound, her slit and then nibbled on her clit as she spread her legs a little to accommodate me. I turned her around and kissed her butt. I spread her crack and licked her anus doing my best to force my tongue deep inside of her. She bent over and braced herself on the sink. "That's it baby, suck my anus now. Suck it like my good little cucky to be." And I did. Done, I stood and rammed my pole into her pussy and hammered her hard for some minutes. She stiffened. She screamed and shuddered in as powerful an orgasm as she had ever had engulfed her. I emptied my load into her. She relaxed and kind of sagged into the counter. "Take your little cucky to be to bed, darling. I need to cuddle," I said. She did. She led me by my now limp penis into the bedroom, and we lay down together. It was good. It was Saturday morning before the events of the previous Thursday were brought up again. Oh, and I still hadn't gotten my promised presents. Emily and Danny Lawson ****** The sun is my alarm clock, always had been. It didn't fail me now. I got up, stretched, headed for the bathroom and got myself in order. Dressed in khakis and flip-flops, I headed downstairs. I could smell the bacon and the coffee. "Mornin'," she said greeting me. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, very well, but I am exhausted," I said. "But don't worry, I'll be good for an encore tonight." I smiled the smile of an overly indulged Cheshire cat. "Honey?" Her tone was not conducive to making me feel good. "Yes, What?" I said, becoming suspicious. I could see she was nervous. I frowned. "Last night, well, last night will be it I'm afraid for a while. I need to get you really horny. Can you understand that? I mean it's for your own good. Really. Candace told me how to do this. I mean, okay? I mean so we can cultivate this new cuckold lifestyle." She must've realized what a crushing effect her words were having on me. One clue might have been the fact that my lower jaw was no more than three inches from the surface of the floor. "How long?" It was all I could manage to say. I said it so quietly that I think it shook her. "Just until the next do," she said. "Three weeks! I screamed. She stumbled backwards into the sink. So last night was just a come on, is that it! A little mercy for good 'ole cucky," I was furious at being used, as I saw it. Taken advantage of. Fooled. Whatever it was that she was trying to do. "I'm invoking our agreement. It's over. And we will have sex tonight or I'm moving out today," I said. "Danny, you don't mean it. I mean, I thought we had an arrangement. I thought you understood." "Fuck you! I said. "You go to your dirty little party. Hell, party every day, every night. I'm the fuck outta here." I looked at the bacon and eggs that were already on the table. I picked up each of the platters and threw them as hard as I could against the wall. The broken dishware and food mess splattered everywhere. I didn't give a fuck; I wasn't going to be around to clean it up. Fuck her and Jackson and Candace and the whole lot of them. I was done with it. "Danny! Wait! Please Danny Please!" She was screaming her words at my back I was already halfway up the stairs before she could get out of the kitchen. I began packing as soon as I hit the room. I pulled out two large suitcases and threw everything I could see that was mine into them. Amazing that after twenty years of marriage, that I had so little, really, that was important enough to take with me. Done, I looked around. I could hear her sobbing in the hallway. She knew better than to interrupt me in the room. I looked around one last time. I saw our wedding picture sitting on the end table. I picked it and the two bags up and went into the hallway. She was three feet from the door and leaning back against the wall. I put my bags down for a moment. She cowered shrinking down closer to the floor. I held the wedding picture up for her to see. "Remember this? It was the one we thought was the best. You said you thought it held the promise of our future together. Of our love for each other." I laid it on my palm and with all of the strength I had I smashed it against the wall. My hand became a bleeding mess as the glass from the frame tore into my flesh. I didn't even notice it. I picked up the two bags and stormed out. ?Daaannnnyyyyyy!" she wailed. "I'm sorry. I take it back?" I wasn't listening. I threw the bags in the back of my pickup and peeled rubber leaving. I found myself in the Roundhouse, my favorite bar. The adrenalin was flowing. I was dangerously angry, but I was quiet. I kept thinking about how wonderful the sex had been the night before. Spontaneous and wonderful. Then, this morning, she had dashed all of my illusions; it had not been spontaneous; it had been a set up. I had never been so low, as I was at this moment, and I had never been so filled with anger. In the entire twenty years of our marriage we had rarely gone three days without sex. Now, she expected me to go three weeks! Fat fucking chance! What I needed now was a helluva lot more firewater, and, a woman. Well, I had half of what I needed. I don't know how she knew where to come, but two hours, three doubles, and a couple of beer chasers into my misery she slid onto the stool next to mine. "Buy me a drink, sailor?" said Candace. I looked at her with what had to have been a shocked expression to anyone within visual range. "What the fuck do you want? You're my wife's pal not mine. Get lost," I said, as brutally as I could. "I'll take that as a no. Barkeep, can I have gin and tonic, please?" she said. "Boy, Emily didn't exaggerate, did she," said Candace. "You still here?" I said coldly. "Yes, well, it is a public place. Look, Danny, I gave Emily the advice that I thought would be the most useful to you guys starting out. I guess I was wrong. You weren't ready to be denied her pussy. I am so sorry for fucking things up for you two. Please how can I set this right? I need to set it right," she said. "You need! You need to fuck off. I will never stay married to a woman who denies me sex, let alone love. My marriage is history. Find someone else and fuck up their life. Mine's already in the shitter." "Danny, I need you to hear what I'm saying. I will do whatever it takes to get you two back together. I take full responsibility for your fight with Emily. That woman loves you, no matter what you believe right now, and she was trying to prove it to you. What you two were about to embark on is a really fun lifestyle. You were almost there. You just needed a little guidance; I gave you guys the wrong kind; it's my fault. I tried to give guidance to Emily, but I analyzed the situation wrongly. Usually, I'm right on, no brag just fact, but this time I really messed up. Please forgive me, 'kay?" "Do you know what she told me? Do you! She told me I was getting no more sex until the party next month! Three fucking weeks and no sex. Lady, that ain't happening. No sex? No way!" I said. "That was just to make you horny for the big night. Really your first night as it were. New cuckolds need to be on the edge horny-wise. Did she tell you about your presents?" said Candace. "Yes, heard but haven't seen. Don't know what they are. Don't wanna know. I'm done with this fantasy shit. You can tell her that. She can play her games with someone else. Like I said, I'm history," I said. "Danny, that woman loves you and only you. You have to go back and start over. It is your fantasy, isn't it? You still need that. I, and I mean I, just went about it wrong when I told Emily how she might want to proceed. You weren't ready. You would have liked it, but you weren't ready for denial of any kind, let alone denial of sex. I had thought you were. I really am sorry," she said. "I can't go back. I burned my bridges with her. If I went back she'd treat me like dirt, and then it would be even worse than it is now. I can't go back," I said. She smiled at me. "Danny, why do you think I'm here? I can't read minds. Emily called me, begged me, to tell her what to do. Of course my answer was to come here myself and try to mediate this disaster before it got out of hand." "What are you saying, Candace? You saying she wants me back? I mean on my terms?" I said. "I'm saying exactly that," she said. I watched her as she stirred her drink. She was thinking, trying to figure how to phrase her next words. "Danny your terms. But, if you want the lifestyle that I think you do, you'll want to obey her, but only because you want to not because you have to. Jesus, I hope I said that right," she said. "You're saying that I have the final say in this shit. Is that right?" I said. "Yes, and you don't have to accept being denied sex with your wife. You should want to try though. You need to let her help you stay celibate for the next few weeks. The best experience for you cuckies comes when you're really really horny. So, you should want to be totally celibate, no cumming between now and the party night. But, like I say, you can beg off if you want; that's the real deal; Emily told me. "But, again, I must add the best cuck experience comes when the cucky is under his wife's thumb. I know you've read enough stories and articles to know that. "The problem always arises when the husband, the cuck, is afraid of losing his wife, or of being humiliated beyond his ability to endure it. I think that that is part of why you came apart like you did when she mentioned cutting you off for the next three weeks. "I think that the solution for you guys is to let you decide if you can handle it. And then, well, to let you try, or not if that's how you want it. Your wife will encourage you, help you, to succeed; so that you can get the full experience three weeks from now," said Candace. I was mulling over what she said. I was still angry, but the anger was ebbing. "And, if I go back now I won't be stepping into a bad situation?" I said. "Absolutely not," said Candace. "I can tell you totally without fear of contradiction that Emily is home right now biting her fingernails hoping I will succeed here." "Okay then, I'll go back. She and I will talk. I'm not saying I will accept any of this. She better know it; and I'm not kidding," I said, firing the final salvo in the debate. Candace smiled. She leaned in and kissed me. "Don't forget to ask for your presents." With that we said our goodbyes and she was gone. ****** I sat in my car in our driveway for some minutes before getting the courage to get out and go into the house. She was waiting at the kitchen table. She was actually shaking. "Hello, Emily," I said, not beating around the bush. "Candace talked to me. You knew that of course?" "Oh good," said Emily. "Yes, I knew. I asked her to, actually. "Danny, I don't know what she told you. But, whatever she told you I'm glad you're here. I will do whatever you want, honey. Anything. Really," she said. I leaned back against the sink and spread my arms wide for her to come to me. She flew into them sobbing her heart out. I held her. "Tomorrow we talk," I said. "But, for now, just know that I love you. I do not want to lose you, and I am afraid, Em'. I'm afraid. Can you understand that?" "I know, you silly man. I know. But losing me is absolutely the last thing that will happen before the end of the world." We talked long, but celibacy was not mentioned. Nothing was mentioned about the party. I had said we would talk about it tomorrow, and she did not challenge me, a good sign. Later, we went to bed and fucked like bunnies. Again, no mention was made about my being denied sex. And yet again, I knew that tomorrow, I would be talking to my wife about just that, but tonight I was getting my way. I hadn't done it, screwed her, consciously to make a point. No, our fucking had been a kind of make up thing. We were once again seated at the kitchen table. I was stirring my morning coffee, which was strange, because I drank mine black no sugar. "Candace told me some things," I began. "First of all, where's all of these fancy presents I supposedly have coming," I said. I saw fear pass across my wife's face. "What?" I said. "Candace told me to ask. Your look tells me you don't want me to ask. So, what?" "No, it's just that..." "Just what? What am I missing?" I said. "Well, honey, they're cucky presents," said Emily. "I mean only a cuckold would want to know about them, want to have them. I do not want to upset you with them. My God! I do not want to upset you by giving them to you!" "I see," I said. "Let me ease your mind. Candace said you'd be good with it if I didn't want to do the cucky scene. Or, if I did, that we would back out on a moment's notice if I decided I couldn't handle it after trying. Just like we agreed before. You really and truly good with that? Because it is more than highly likely that I'm going to want us to back out of it; I can tell you that right now? Frankly, as I told you before, I am scared peeless about the whole scene. But, that said, I am willing to try at least once." "Yes. Yes Danny, I am good with everything you say" she said. "But for me to give you these kinds of presents, you have to want to be my cuckold or there is no point to it. Do you want to be my cuckold, Danny? It's okay if you don't, but I just need to know. I'm so confused. And—I'm scared too if you want to know." "I think that I do, if I can have the safety net of being able to pull us out on a moment's notice," I said. I had thought long and hard about the whole scene while sleeping not at all the night before. Now, I was putting it out there with no sugar coating. I guessed we'd see. "Okay, then," she said. "Wait here for a moment. I'll be right back." She was gone for no more than two minutes. She was carrying a small gym bag. She also had a dowel, maybe three feet or less long. It was very thin, maybe a quarter-inch and it was wrapped very carefully in black electrical tape. I was very curious about the dowel. She set the gym bag down. She was crying, not sobbing, but crying. I think she was afraid. "Danny, I don't know if we should go any farther here. I think we're fine without any of this. I know I can live without the cuckolding thing if you can. There is no need for us to do this." I was conflicted. Being her cuckold had long been my fantasy, but my terror at the possibility of losing her to some stud bull had gotten in the way. But, deep down the fantasy still held me in thrall. Candace had finally been able to convince me that so long as I really did have ultimate control that living the reality of the fantasy was going to be good. Of course, had I known at that moment the consequences of my decision, and how they would unfold over the next months, the decison we were making now, I likely would never have wanted to find out what was in that bag. But, fool that I was, I had to know, and so I signaled her to carry on. I looked at her there in her pink day dress, low cut in the front and maybe two inches above her knee. Her brown hair was all fluffed out and curly as it billowed out around her face. I noticed too that she was wearing low heels, maybe two-inchers, and that her makeup, though somewhat understated, had been touched up. It occurred to me that she looked awfully sexy for a woman who was worried, however vaguely, about losing her marriage. The way she was dressed, it was, it was to titillate me. She wanted me turned on. It didn't seem to be exactly a set up, but I had to wonder if the way she looked had been Candace' idea. I'd have bet the pink slip to my pickup that it had been. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a small box. "This was supposed to keep you celibate for the time between parties," she said. "But we don't have to use it at all. But, you wanted to see this stuff. So anyway?" She handed me the box. She smiled a little bit; I think she was giggling now, inside, and trying to hide it. I took the box and opened it. It was a small plastic tube and a couple of rings and some other parts. There was a small padlock and a couple of keys obviously made for it. I looked up at her. I knew what it probably was. She was smiling broadly now. "Well, you asked, honey. But, I know you won't want to be wearing it. I mean I know you won't want to be denied sex at all. I completely understand," she said. "It was just an idea, at the time, to keep you horny, that's all." "What else is in there?" I said, not commenting on the cock cage for the moment. I could feel my hardness betraying my calm demeanor. "Honey, we don't have to do any more of this, really," she said. "Now, Emily, you know damn well that you are going to show me the rest of what's in that bag; so let's stop fucking around and get to it, all right?" I said, trying not to seem too excited. She did giggle now, and the mood in the room became more relaxed. She pulled out a stack of what had to have been a dozen or so pairs of female panties, all different colors and all frilly and girlish. I looked at her questioningly. "Those are for you. Why are you showing them to me with my gifts," I asked. "They're for you, dear. For you to dress like my little cuckold sissy," she said. "They're kind of a uniform for cuckolds." She couldn't help but laugh at my obvious consternation. "Don't be so shocked, dear, husbands in your internet stories wear them. It, it, well, it adds to their voluntary humiliation, especially when the girls at the mansion pants them in front of their bulls." "What else is in there?" I said. "Nothing else," she said, "that's all." "What's that for?" I asked, pointing to the dowel. "It's a switch, of course, honey," she said. "Huh?" "To, well, well to spank you with. You know as part of the cuckold scene. You bent over the back of the couch or something getting your just punishment," she said smiling. "Candace told me of how sometimes men are condemned at Mr. Stahl's house and they are publicly spanked so everyone there can see and laugh at them. Part of the scene that's all. I mean wives and other girls spanking their husbands publicly like that." I stood up. Went to her. Yanked her to her feet. Led her to the back of the couch she was sitting on and bent her over it. I pulled up her dress and slowly peeled down her panties. I dropped my own pants and without a further word pushed into her. I fucked her for some minutes finally cumming. She had two small orgasms while I was doing her. I pulled out of her and ordered her to turn around and get down on her knees. She looked at me kind of funny, but did as I asked. "Get me hard again," I said. She did, her mouth alternately teasing and sucking me to a fierce hardness. She sucked me a long time. Finally, I exploded into her mouth. She drank it all. "Okay," I said, as my penis shrank to a tenth the size it had been but a short time before, "put it on me." "Huh?" "Lock up my penis, Emily, before it grows too big to fit inside of the tube," I said. "You mean?" "Yes, that screwing and that blow job we just shared will have to do me until the night of the next party," I said. "Remember, no arguments about me needing sex when I need it. But, I will try to last till then." She immediately got the small box, into which I had returned the contents. She wiped my penis dry with a tissue she'd pulled from the box on the end table. Ready, she pulled the tube out of its box and slipped it over my penis. I was so emptied of sauce that she had no trouble. She tugged a little on my glans as they began to poke out the end. Then, she attached the rings that looped around my balls and hitched it together to the tube via a couple of elongated metal pins, finally padlocking the device into place. The device itself was stainless steel. It wasn't coming off without the key. I was celibate until she let me out. She looked up at me. "Are you sure, Danny? I mean we really don't need to do this. We put it on, and we can take it off right now if you're scared," she said. "No, no. I'm okay. At least I think I am. Just remember our deal. If I say it's over?" "Yes, and I am good with that. But it is kinda exciting, huh?" she said. "You are going to be one horny fella by the time the party comes around party." "For damn sure," I said. I think she giggled for half an hour. ****** She was right and so was I. I was one horny fella when we arrived at the party, and I still was, now, fifteen minutes later. But, on the bright side, she had taken my cock cage off and left it at home. I could cum now, if I wanted, and that anyway that I wanted; except that is, by fucking a woman. She told me that I was allowed to play with the other cucks in cuck country if I thought it would give me pleasure. She even said that she would see if she could find another woman whose husband needed relief to be locked up with me when we were led down to the cages. I was in point of fact scared, even though I'd assured her that I wasn't. But, I had to admit that I was also titillated. Emily and Danny Lawson Again, we, the cucks, did have our hands or each other, while we were at the mansion, but that was it. We were all cuckolds or about to become cuckolds, as in my case, and we were going to be treated as such; and we were expected to act like it. And, yes, I was wearing a pair of frilly lavender panties under my clothes. Emily could hardly contain her laughter when she'd put them on me. "Are you okay, honey?" said Emily. "If you feel at all bad let me know, and we're out of here. I mean it. This has to be good for both of us or it's a no go." Her words made me feel a little less apprehensive. "I'm okay," I said. "I will let you know if things get too hairy for me. Don't worry. You have fun." I said this last with some misgivings. I was still worried that someone would try to steal my wife from me. That was the one intolerable fly in the ointment. She smiled at me. "Let's go to the bar and have a glass of wine. Kinda watch the goings and comings for a little bit. Okay?" she said. I nodded and we headed for the bar. A white man, obviously a cuck served us; he was wearing a collar with a woman's name on it. I was looking at it, and Emily smiled. "Once you've been cuckolded, dear, you get to wear one too. It identifies you as my property." She laughed. "It's something new that they just started tonight. Candace called me yesterday to see if we were coming. She told me about it. You get the collar and they have a guy who burns the name of the guy's owner on it." I swallowed. It seemed as though there was no end to the ways a cuckold could be humiliated. I paid the barman and we sipped the red elixir slowly, neither of us caring to get sloshed. We were here for another reason, and it had little to do with alcohol. Ten minutes later her patience, or maybe it was mine, was rewarded. "Hi. Emily isn't it?" said Jackson. He didn't even look at me. But he was all smiles and conviviality for Emily. "Hi," said my wife. "Yes, I'm Emily. I remember meeting you the last time we were here. You remember my husband, don't you?" She indicated me by putting a loose hand on my shoulder. "Uh, sure," said Jackson. He nodded to me and then, in a most practiced and unmistakable way, went out of his way to ignore me. "As I recall, Emily, the last time you were here, you were cruising and checking the place out. Now you're back, are you here for some fun this time?" he said. She looked at me one last time seeking my silent okay. I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine. She looked back at the tall, well built, black man. "Yes, I think so," she said. He offered her his arm. They wandered off together leaving me abandoned and alone; but, as it happened not for long. "I see Jackson has commandeered your wife," said the voice from behind me. "Candace! You startled me," I said. "Uh, yes, I guess it's going to happen to me tonight. I'm going to be a cuckold for real. But, I don't know, I feel kind of weird, maybe even a little afraid still." "I figured. That's why I came over. You know, to kinda hold your hand while he fucks her. Don't worry, she'll love you twice as much for allowing her this moment of excitement," said Candace. "Buy a girl a drink?" "Sure," I said. I felt lots better with Candace standing there figuratively holding my hand. I needed the reassurance more than I had thought that I would. "You know, Danny, when your wife comes back to collar you, I really will need to take you down to cuck country. That's where you'll belong then; it really is required. I will be the one locking you up," she said. "Okay?" I nodded. "I can even lock you up with another cucky if you want. You may need it. You can give each other handjobs if you want, but Emily will have to okay it of course when she returns for you." "She already has okayed it, at least to me," I said. "And, I guess I would like the company, and maybe the help, I suppose."I knew I was turning beet red. "Don't be embarrassed. Your feelings are perfectly natural given how horny you must be," said Candace. "I am that," I said. She raised her eyebrows and giggled. "Candace, thank you. You've been a big help," I said. "I'll go down where I belong, when she comes to get me, I mean willingly. "Oh, by the way. She did give me my presents. They, the presents were kind of a shock, but I accepted them as my lot." She smiled. "I would love to watch you getting it in the butt. But, right now we have something we have to do," she said. "Huh?" I said. ****** "You and your husband really into the scene?" said Jackson. "We're a little nervous. He more than me, but as to that, I'm pretty nervous too," said Emily. "Understandable, but not really anything to be afraid of," said Jackson. "I've been to a hundred of these. The women get what they need, and the men get theirs, no more no less. Down the line it sometimes gets a little more problematic at least for the cuckolds," he said. She eyed him. "More problematic?" she said. "Well, yes. Once they've been introduced to the full extent of their roles as cuckolds; well, sometimes, at least early on, cucks can be real horses' asses. You know, crushed egos, the public humiliation; and worst of all, well, the jealousy. That's why, here at the mansion, we go slow; kinda lead them, guide them, to the place they need to be, I mean the men. You know, so that their wives can enjoy themselves without the guilt trips or the pressure that could raise their ugly heads," said Jackson. "Interesting, sounds well organized, maybe less threatening is the term. And, if that's the case, I'm glad because my husband sounds like he is typical of the sort you describe. He is, frankly, very skittish right now. We almost decided not to come. But, in the end, we were able to work through his objections," said Emily. They'd been walking slowly toward a small niche in the wall where a man, probably Mexican, had a little shop of sorts. "Here we are," said Jackson. She looked at him quizzically. "Here?" she said. "Yes. Emily, this is Juan. He'll burn your name into a collar for your hubby. You know, for when we go back to fetch him; it's a new requirement here; I mean if you're still interested in cuckolding him tonight," said Jackson. She smiled up at the big black and nodded her okay. "Juan, a collar for the lady's husband," said Jackson. "Name's Emily." Juan smiled. "You are a very pretty senorita, miss Emily. Mister Jackson knows what a women needs. Your husband can be proud to be cuckolded by him; and by you of course," he said. Emily beamed. "Pink or blue?" said the man. "Huh?" "Pink or blue," said the man."Pink if you decide he is to be treated as the female by other cucks in cuck country. Blue if you prefer he should be—well—the male in the stuff they do with each other," he said. She looked at Jackson. "It's up to you," said Jackson. "You know your husband better than anyone." She went pensive for a moment. She was remembering back to her conversations with her man early on, after she had discovered his proclivities. She smiled; she'd made her decision. "Pink," she said. Jackson smiled but said nothing. They waited for the two minutes it took to emblazon her name on the two-inch wide collar. The man handed it to her. "Oh, and don't forget this," said Juan. He handed her the small but formidable looking padlock he'd plucked from the small bucket to the left of the counter. She looked askance at him. "To lock the collar on him," said the man. She took in a breath and smiled her understanding. "Okay, thank you," she said. The couple headed for a small satellite bar just outside the expansive patio of the mansion. They ordered drinks and took seats at a small two-person table. "You'll have to go get him in a few minutes," he said. "I know. I'm a little bit nervous. It's our—his—first time. The humiliation he's going to feel—I just don't know," she said. "He'll be okay. Just make sure you let him know how much you appreciate his sacrifice. Assure him that his needs will also be attended to," said Jackson. She noticed his not quite benevolent smile. It was almost, what, something. They talked for a few more minutes. Their drinks downed; the man waited for her to take the initiative. "I guess, I better go get him," she said. "It is his time," said Jackson. ****** "Here comes your wife now, Danny. Just be calm; it'll be all right. She has to pants you and put your collar on you. You are wearing your uniform, right?" she said. I must have turned three shades of crimson. "Uh, yes," I said. "You mean here and now. In front of everybody. She's gonna pants me?" "Uh huh. It's your lot, Danny." I swallowed and stared at her hard as she approached. Somehow, right up to that second, I had clung to the hope that my wife would find another way to cuckold me. But, the look in her eyes as she came up to me dashed any such feeble hope. "Hi honey," she said. She spoke softly. Her smile was kindly. "You okay?" "Yeah, sure, I guess so," I said. She just continued to smile. My gaze travelled down to her side where she clutched a pink leather collar in her right hand. She appeared to be waiting for me to give her the go ahead to do what she had to do. Mercifully, her stud, Jackson, had hung back; he stood just inside the doorway, maybe thirty feet away. I gathered whatever little smidgen of courage that I had and addressed her. "Is it time?" I said. She nodded slowly. "Yes, my husband. It is. Are we okay? I mean you know..." My turn to nod. "Hold this for me while I pull your pants down, Dan. Please." She handed me the collar to hold. Kneeling in front of me, She undid my belt and the button at the front of my pants. Then, looking up into my eyes; she took hold of my zipper and slowly pulled it down following which, equally slowly, she pulled my pants down exposing to the view of all, my lavender panties and my hardened, if not actually imposing male flesh that my panties inadequately concealed. She gazed with satisfaction at my erection. "Excited to become my cuckold, honey?" she said. She still sounded nervous, tentative. I swallowed yet again. "I think so," I said. With my pants still at my ankles, she stood. She reached for the collar which I still held and took it from me. Gently she encircled my neck with it and closed the clasp. Holding the padlock up and in front of her breasts, she motioned me to bend forward a little. I did so, and she snapped the padlock onto my collar securing me. "Kick off your shoes and step out of your trousers, honey," she said. I did so. Candace who had been watching from a few feet behind me, came forward. She smiled at me and attached a leash to the padlock that secured the collar. "Let's go, Danny, it's time for you to meet you cell mate," she said. She turned and pulled me along behind her by my leash. I turned back to see my wife walking away from me arm in arm with her lover of the evening. She never looked back. Had she, she could not have missed the jealousy that had to be painted on my face and which was consuming me. I would be her cucky tonight; we were committed, but we were going to be talking. I couldn't do this, not long term. ****** The room was but dimly lighted. He took her in his arms and kissed her, gently, but manly. She felt his power. She also felt his dick pressing against her lower belly. She pushed him back a bit and looked at him. His arms hung by his sides. He was in no hurry. This was going to take a while; he'd promised himself that. "Nice," she said. "Nice." "Thanks," he said, smiling. "Can I tell you something?" said Jackson. She looked him askance. "Sure," she said. "Emily, I've been through this many times. I know, pretty much, how you're feeling right now. What you want, expect. I also know what your husband is going through; I mean him becoming your cuckold, the jealousy, humiliation, all of it. "Lots of the time, the ladies go through a period of buyer's remorse. They want a good screwing, and you're going to get it tonight, trust me on that one, but they almost always feel sorry for the husbands, at least initially, and so they often deny themselves true pleasure in the beginning." "Danny and I have talked about that, Jackson. He's good. I'm good. It was his idea, actually. One I've bought into, but it was his idea originally." The man smiled. "It's almost always initially the man's idea, Emily. And, regardless, tomorrow morning when you take him home, he's going to tell you, no more. It's over. You're going to argue with him; and eventually you'll settle it between you one way or the other," he said. "But...?" she started. "If you are kind to him, treat him—well—kinda like a little boy; you'll be able to control the situation: I mean his needs and your needs. If you lay ultimatums on him, it won't change his mind, and he might even leave you," said Jackson. "Okay," she said. "Treat him good. I can do that." "Yes, and little by little you can lead him to being a true cuckold. Not just the newbie that he's going to be for a while," he said. "A true cuckold," she said. "Yes. For example, a true cuck never has sex with a woman. He's condemned to be a kind of uncastrated eunuch for the rest of his life. He gets to eat you out, of course, clean up your lovers' leavings. He can help you dress, bathe you, that sort of thing. But, in the end he's a namby-pamby, a sissy, and quite literally your slave. And, he'll love you for the opportunity to serve you. Literally get down on his knees and kiss your feet every day in gratitude. But, these things happen, only if you bring him along slowly and without hurting him emotionally. It's a very delicate balance you have to achieve. Understand?" said Jackson. "Wow, I think so," she said. "But, I'm not sure I want my husband to be a true cuck. It's all a little too over the top. I mean, well, we'll just have to see, I guess." "And, that's a true fact," said Jackson. ****** We descended the stairs into the spacious basement. There were a dozen cages lining the walls around the room's perimeter. Each of them had a number welded onto its cage door. The doors were no more than two foot square. Anyone condemned to them had to get down on their knees to crawl inside. This is yours, Danny," said Candace. "Kneel down." She keyed the padlock as I followed her instructions. She undid my leash and nudged me through the small opening and waited till I turned around to watch her snap the heavy padlock tight once more. The man in the back of the cage was naked, he wore blue panties. "Candace...?" "Don't worry, Danny. You'll be let out when your lady is done. Her room number is three, same as your cage here. There is a video feed to her room so she and Jackson can dial up any of the cages numbers, including yours, and watch what's happening if they so desire. If you and your cellmate there put on a good enough show; the two of them might actually come down and watch you in the flesh," she said. I swallowed. This was scary. I didn't feel in danger, actually, but I did feel—what—helpless maybe. I watched Candace leave. I turned to see my cellmate. "My name's Paul," he said, "Paul Carton." "Danny," I said, "Danny Lawson. "We seem to be expected to perform," he said. "You interested? Ever done it with a man?" "No, never done it with a man. As for being interested, maybe later. I don't know," I said. "No problem," he said. "No pressure. I've done it a couple of times. My wife likes to watch me get it and give it. Says it turns her on like nothing else. And if I do it for her; well, I get to have her when we get home. You might say it's a hell of an incentive." "Yeah, I guess that's so," I said. "You're wearing a pick collar," he said, smiling. I nodded. "That means your wife—the wife—wants her husband to be the, well, the girl, if you know what I mean," he said. I looked him askance. "Wives have the option of watching their husband getting it or do the giving. You know in the butt. But, no one forces anyone here. It's up to the individual husband to agree or not. If you decide you want to get it for your wife's enjoyment, you don't have to say anything. Just assume the position and spread your legs wide enough for me to do you. Oh, and I do have KY with me, just in case," he said. I nodded. I was feeling very warm and very uncomfortable. "You say your wife likes to watch you both give and get," I said. He nodded. "Yes, each time can be different. Depends on the woman; we cuckolds have no say. The collars are a new thing, but not the idea if you get my meaning. The wife used to just tell Candace, or whoever was in charge, that night. But, now, the collar signals her wishes; she doesn't have to say anything," said Paul. I nodded. "How long before they get going, I mean..." "How long before you're a cuckold for real?" he said. "Yes," I squeaked. He smiled at my discomfort. "It varies, but, inside of an hour for sure. Don't worry. If your wife loves you, things will be fine, even fun. It's been fun for us. And, yes even me," he said. We talked about our lives, families, jobs: got to know each other. As time wore on I was getting more and more nervous, antsy, scared. There was no clock, but after what I considered an hour had passed, I asked the question. "By now?" I said. "Good bet," he said. "What do I have to do?" He knew what I meant. "You sure?" he said. "No, but I'm going to give it my best," I said. "I figure, if tonight is the test, I want to give it the best I've got to see if I can deal with it. If I can do it, tolerate it, okay. If not, then also okay. I tried. But..." "Yeah, I know. You don't really know how to start," he said. "So okay, you're the girl. Let me lead, and you just obey. Okay?" "Okay," I said. My stomach was doing flip flops, but I was kind of excited in a perverse sort of way. "Come here, sissy," he said. He wasn't smiling, but his tone was kindly. He sat with his back against the back of the cage and spread his legs wide. His cock, which had been hard since I'd joined him in the cage stuck straight out in front of him. The roof of the cage was too low to stand I crawled on fours toward him. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I stared at his engorged cock. "Go on, touch, sissy," he said. I did as he commanded. I touched it, stroked it with my fingertips, and finally took it in my fist and stroked it up and down. I leaned in and let the glans of his penis slip into my mouth. I began to suck him. It wasn't too bad. The big news was that I was hard as a rock myself. After some few minutes, he stopped me. "That's enough. I don't want to come too soon. I want my first load to go up your butt," he said. "lay down flat on the floor—face down." I did so. I heard him moving around behind and above me. I felt his finger and the cold sliminess of the KY jelly as he began priming me. "You okay?" he said. "Yes," I squeaked. "Just do it." He pushed my legs farther apart as he positioned himself to enter me. I felt the push. He was inside of me, only an inch or so, but he was inside of me. It didn't hurt, not really, not yet. I hoped it wouldn't be any worse than it already was. He began the push and pull that was always part of screwing someone, man or woman. He was lying heavily on top of me as he continued to fuck me. I heard footsteps. I was facing the walkway in front of the cage. I looked up. My wife stood there in her robe watching him do me. She looked—what—interested. Jackson, was there, also in his robe, but his monster cock was pushed through its folds pointing directly at me. I wanted it all to stop, but there was no way. I was going to get good and fucked, and that in front of my wife, and that was all there was to it. My humiliation was total. Emily and Danny Lawson I kept my eyes on my wife the whole time, trying to avoid even seeing Jackson and his enormous cock. It had to have been at least ten inches. "Ready, sissy," gasped Paul, as he speeded up his pumping. "Just finish it," I said. He did. I felt him ejaculate, washing my insides in his sperm. He relaxed. He rolled off of me. Emily mouthed me a silent kiss, turned and followed her lover of the evening out once more. As they got further and further away from us and eventually out of sight, I began to feel very low, lower than I ever had before. I realized that there was no way I could endure this lifestyle over the long haul. She'd—we'd—had our moment, our experiment; and it wasn't going to work for us. Not for me it wasn't. She'd just have to understand. I feared the coming confrontation, but this time I would be adamant. ****** "He looked frightened," she said. "it's going to be hard on the way home, very hard." "That's what I was saying earlier," said Jackson. "He, all newbies, is going to be very fragile for a while. You will need to be momma, lover, friend, teacher, everything. It's going to be tough in the early going; it always is for new cuckolds." She nodded. He came to her, and she let her robe drop. He followed suit. He guided her to the bed where she opened her legs as wide as she could for the second round. He took her as she lay passive, surrendering to him completely. ****** It was almost 4:00AM when she finally came for me. Paul's wife, Denise, was there too; their timing was coincidental but a good thing as it would turn out. Jackson and whoever did Denise was not in evidence either, another good thing. Denise had the key to our cell and our clothes. She let us out and the two women removed our collars. Following that, we dressed hurriedly: we were anxious to get home to our rewards; well, Paul was. I figured to have a problem with Emily for sure. I could tell by her demeanor that she was happy with the experiment. I was horny and wanted a reward too, but not at the price I was sure I was going to have to pay. The women gabbed the whole time we were dressing. I noticed that Paul had put his blue panties back on. I had shucked my lavender ones and left them in the cage. No one seemed to notice—yet. But, I wouldn't be wearing them, ever again. Yeah, it was going to be frigid in Lawsonville for a while, maybe real frigid. Finally, with our clothes on and introductions over with the four of us walked out together. We two men trailed behind our wives who talked animatedly in front of us. "Looks like the two of them will get along okay if you guys keep coming back here," said Paul. "We'll not be coming back, Paul. I've made my decision. It is just too scary for me," I said. "And, before you ask, no it isn't anything you did. It's the whole scene I guess." "Well, okay brother. But, if you change your mind or want to get together outside of here, here's my card." I took it and slipped it into my pocket. The whole scene had me going; it was strange as hell. Here I was liking a guy, as a friend, who had just fucked me in the ass; and, I'd willingly let him; and my wife had seen him do me. How the hell does anybody equate stuff like that with anything; I sure as hell didn't know. My excuse for letting it happen to me? I was horny as hell; I had to have something and Paul was all there was around. Now I knew why men in prison did the things they did. ****** The ride home was somber. She was doubtless doing the same as me: reliving the hours just gone. "A penny for your thoughts," she said. I looked over at her. "It's too scary, "Em. Don't wanna do it anymore. I'm invoking our deal. I hope you can understand where I'm coming from." "I kinda expected you to be a bit skittish after this first time," she said. "We need to wait a little and talk some more about this before making a final decision. Would that be okay?" "We can talk 'Em; hell, we will talk. But, in the end we won't be going back. I tried. I mean I really tried. In the end I discovered that I just couldn't do it. Give me credit for trying 'Em; give me credit for that much," I said. "I do give you credit for that, Danny. Oh my, yes indeed I do. I know it must have been hard on you there tonight. But can I ask you a question?" she said. "Sure, I guess," "Could you tell me, I mean at any time, were you, well, stimulated by it all? You know hot?' she said. I looked at her. It was a fair question. "You know, that's hard to say. I was so terrified most of the time—well I just don't know—I'm not sure," I said. She nodded. "Jackson said that this might be your reaction. He told me that it happens a lot to newbie cuckolds. They, the cuckolds, become so frightened about the possibility of losing their wives to studs like him that they sometimes, well, go off the deep end. "Danny, all I'm asking for is a chance to sell the product here. You know after our nerves, and yes that means my nerves too, have calmed some. Some of this scares me too," she said. "Scares you? Why?" I said. "Danny, I watched you tonight; you know, getting it in the butt by another man. On the one hand it was hot watching it. On the other—well—it worried me. It worried me a lot. I can't even tell you why it worried me, at least not in any coherent way, but it did. Can you understand that?" she said. "Oh, and for the record, I noticed you left your panties behind. That kind of cued me to the things you're saying right now, your feelings about it all I mean." I nodded. "I didn't think anyone noticed. I left them in the cage," I said. "Yes, I saw them, like I said." "We'll talk tomorrow, if that's all right," she said. "We need to be calmer. I know I do. But, no matter what, please believe me when I say that I love you and only you. And, I will honor your demands if you really decided to end it after we talk. Okay?" "Yes, that's what I want and need," I said. "But, though I am willing to talk, my mind is made up, 'Em, I hope you're getting this. I really really mean it." I pulled into the driveway, parked, and looked around at her once more. "I'm tired too. Let's get to bed," I said. ****** Waffles! My favorite. Well, I knew that something of the kind was likely in the offing. This would be the morning of our discussion/confrontation on the subject of the hour. I feared it, and I was of the opinion that so did she. Into our second cups of coffee, and with our syrup smeared plates pushed back. We sighed in unison. She smiled. I did too. "Well, here we are. I'm a cuckold. You're a hot wife. And, I am not comfortable with either of those, and I want to end the experiment and that without regret, recriminations, or even a lot of talk. The balls in your court," I said, surrendering the floor to her. "I can understand you reticence, Danny. But, from my perspective, I see the matter in a different light. I see it as a non-threatening, to us, a fantasy that's fun; limited in the sense that it won't be but a once a month thing if even that often; and I see it as fulfilling for both of us even while granting that at first it must be kinda scary for you or for any man," she said. "You were the one getting satisfied, Emily. Me? I was locked up in a cage, butt fucked, and humiliated beyond endurance when that Jackson fellow flashed me his cock while Paul was doing me. That particular insult, and it was an insult, was the catalyst, as I see it now, for my wanting to invoke our agreement," I said. She frowned when I mentioned Jackson's display; she'd apparently not seen it. "I'll certainly talk to Jackson, Dan. I'm sure he only meant it in a teasing way, but I can understand how you might have seen it differently. I will most definitely mention it to him. It won't happen again, I mean if after our talk we do decide to continue with the—experiment. "Look, I know this is a hard thing for you, Dan, like I've said. But if you could just see your way clear to try a little longer, I promise to go slow in bringing you—us— along. You know to make it nice for the both of us. Give you your fantasy in the best possible rendition of it. Get something out of it for myself too. You know, make it a positive thing for the both of us," she said. "I'd really like to see us give it a little more of a chance to work for us." "Emily, let me ask you a question straight up. Isn't one of the requirements for us to continue at the mansion that eventually I be cut off from having intercourse with you?" I said. "Well, I..." she paused. "Well, I think it's usual for most cuckolds, but not for us," she said. I can promise you that. Would that be okay?" "So, anytime I wanted you, even if your bull said different, we'd do it. You'd let me have you. Right?" I said. "Well—sure—I mean of course. I mean you're my husband. You come first always," she said. "You hesitated, 'Em. That tells me that there would be rules that even I couldn't break, not easily at any rate. The thing is, Emily, that there will be no more of it, the experiment. None. I am invoking our agreement. Are you going to abide by our agreement or not? That's pretty much the long and the short of it for me," I said. She took on a frustrated expression. "I will abide by it, Danny; I did promise. I wish you'd lighten up and try to see my side of it though. Maybe do it a few more times to see how it goes. One night does not a lifestyle make," she said. I ignored her ploy. "Good, you said you'd abide by our agreement. I appreciate that. Matter closed forevermore," I said. Her sigh was louder than her earlier one. I opened my arms and she came to them, a little reluctantly I thought, but she did come. We kissed, and went back to finishing our coffees. We talked a little more though not much was said about the past night's adventures per se. I had to hope that we'd not be revisiting the matter. I wanted it to be a dead issue, and the deader, the sooner, the better. Oh, that things might be little tense as the time for the next club night came around I was fully cognizant. But, I figured that as more time passed we'd be able to put the matter behind us. Well, that was my hope. And for a time it looked as though my hope had been realized—for a time it had. ****** "You talked then," said Jackson. "Yes, and you called it. He is just too skittish to even hear of a compromise. Everything I said went in one ear and out the other. He's dead set against it, and getting him to come around to a more—what—liberal way of thinking is pretty much a non-happening," said Emily. "I've seen the like a lot, Emily. Little white boy afraid of the big black boogieman. It's almost always this way with new cuckolds. That said, most of them, the cucks, come around eventually. They come around, that is, if they are convinced that the boogieman is not going to eat them all gone," said Jackson. "That, my dear, is your task, maybe even our task: yours and mine," he said. "What do you mean?" she said. "Simple, convince him that neither I nor any other guy is a threat to him. Now, get what I'm saying, 'Em. I am not saying to get him to want to be a cuckold. That's already his fantasy; he'd love to be one. But, not, I repeat not, at the expense of his wife's love or his own sense of self-worth. He must feel absolutely safe and confident in your regard and love for him, or it's a no go," said Jackson, "and that regardless of the intensity of his fantasy." She nodded. "Yes, I see what you mean. You put it so well, mister. I just wish I could get him to sit down with you, and let you kinda lead him into being what it is both he and I want to be. Does that make any sense?" she said. "Perfect sense. And, at some point we may want to risk just that. But, let's wait a while. He's got to think it's his idea to want to talk about it. You badgering him will not do it, not even. And, him even seeing me would pretty much put an end to his ever coming around. But, all that said, there may come a time. We've just to bide ours," he said. "So, okay. We bide our time. But let's not waste any more time today. You gonna fuck me or not?' she said, smiling. "What do you think?' he said. He slowly began taking off his clothes a piece at a time, almost teasing her with the pace of it. She was already naked, and now she was naked and lying on the bed. He stood by the bed his ten-inch cock swaying in front of him, her smile gone as she surveyed the threat to the walls of her vagina. "That thing of yours is a little scary," she said. "I've been told that," he said. "But, you'll get used to it—eventually!" he laughed. ****** Work had been tiring and I was looking forward to a night of food, TV, maybe a little foolin' around with Emily, and sleep—emphasis on the sleep. As I turned the corner onto are street, I saw noticed the extra car in our driveway. It was a Chevy. I always preferred Chevys. My wife Toyota was next to it. With no reason whatsoever to be concerned about it, I was concerned about it—the car. I pulled in parked and went inside. I stopped cold in my tracks. "Hi, honey. You remember Jackson, right?" she said. I nodded, but very slowly. The big black stood, and offered me his hand to shake. I looked at it and ignored it. He relaxed and smiled. I wondered at that. Probably expected my reaction, I'd later suppose. "We had a deal, Emily. What's studly here for," I said. She'd been smiling, now her smile morphed into a don't-be-that-way-smirk. "He's just here to talk," said Emily. "He's a friend is all." "Yes, Dan, she's saying it true. I am just a friend who dropped by to talk a little if that's all right," said Jackson. "Talk a little. Let me guess. She's gotten you to try to talk me into going back to the mansion? That about it?" I said. "If so, you're wasting my time and yours." He laughed. "Well yes, sort of," he said. "Any chance?" "None," I said. "Well, that's a shame, but I have another reason for being here," he said. "Oh?" "I'm here to invite you to a party, at my house," he said. "You and the missus of course." "A party. Let me guess some more. There will be lots of sex and cuckolding and I get to be one of the cuckolds? Or maybe the only one, Right?" "No, no, not this time. Just a patio party. Some of the guests will indeed be mansionites, if you know what I mean. I mean they're friends of mine too. But others are just folks from where I work and a few of my family is all. Maybe forty folks if everybody shows up," he said. He'd stopped me. The only venue I had ever seen Jackson at was the mansion, and the only situation with him that I was familiar with was one where he was a bull—my wife's bull. I had never given a thought to the notion that he might actually have a regular life or a job or was part of a family. But of course he had to have come from somewhere. In spite of myself I was intrigued. But, I still had a question or two. "Were we to come, would there be the slightest pressure on me to do anything?' I said. "Take a turn at the barbecue maybe, or tend bar. But, not the other thing," he said. I wasn't an idiot. I knew that at the very least that there would be innuendo relating to the mansion or the things that happened there. But, I was a gambler in some respects and I actually felt that I was up to the challenge. "Okay, then, count us in, unless of course you don't' want to go, honey," I said, all but breaking out laughing. She smirked. "No, I have no objection, Huunneeyy," she said carrying out the term dramatically. "Oh, good, I was concerned you might not want to," I said, and no I didn't laugh. "Good then," said Jackson. "Thank you very much for your hospitality." And then he was gone. ****** The barbecue was in full swing by the time we arrived. And there had to be upwards of sixty people not the forty Jackson has prognosticated the week before. I did recognize a few people from the mansion including Paul and Denise. "Danny, nice to see you. Surprised really," said Paul. "How's everything." "Okay," I said. "Emily is over getting something from Jackson. I guess she left it at the mansion, and Jackson retrieved it for her. Where's your wife?" "Right here, mister Lawson," said Denise. "Emily here too?" she said. "Yes, she's over there. Be here in a minute," I looked to where she'd been talking to Jackson but a moment before, but now she was nowhere to be seen. "Hmm, well she was over there," I said. Paul, Denise and I talked for a few more minutes, then I got to worrying. Then, I decided to go looking. I wished I hadn't. I found them in the house, in the bedroom: the one next to the john. Jackson was doing her up real good. I decided to interrupt their little soiree. "You just couldn't keep your word, either of you, could you," I said. Jackson's head snapped around as Emily tried her damnedest to get out from under his bulk. "I'll be leaving now. Please do me the favor of not coming home for the next little bit. I need a couple of hours to get out of your way. Okay?" I said. "Hey man, it was just a spur of the moment thing. I know how it must look, but it's not what you think," he said. "What I think it looks like is you and her cuckolding me. Something you said you wouldn't do today. But, I guess lying comes as easy to you as my believing you could change comes to me," I said. "Honey, please. Let's talk this out. It really isn't as bad as you think," she said. "No, no more," I said. "I finally get it. Please don't try to stop me. That's all I ask," I said. I turned and walked fast. I made it to the car. Got in and drove off. ****** The apartment I found myself in a week later was the very definition of a tenement: dirty, noisy, and bug infested. And, in an odd way it suited me. I got a visitor. "Nice," he said. I laughed. "Yeah if you don't mind sharing a room with a bevy of wildlife," I said. "But let me ask. What are you doing here, Paul?" "Heard you broke up with your wife, my wife's bull got the skinny from Jackson," he said. I nodded my understanding. "Yeah, it's true. She and I are done. Except that is for all of the yelling and screaming in court and such." I said. "Well, if it's any consolation. My wife and I are on the rocks too," said Paul. He got a raised eyebrow from me over that announcement. "Really?" I said. "Yeah, she's shacking up with Demetrius, the bull of the hour, and evidently loving it," he said. "Yeah, well, I guess we've got a lot in common then, huh?" I said. "Seems like. "Whatcha thinking about doing?" he said. "I mean long haul." "Don't know really. I'm just doin' stuff day to day. You know?" I said. "Yeah, me too. For the record, your wife is beside herself with concern for you; I mean since you've been gone." "Yeah, well she hasn't tried very hard to find me," I said. "Actually she has. She knows where you are. She's just afraid to come to you," he said. "And you would know that how?" I said. "She told me, your wife. I went looking for her before my breakup with Denise. Figured I might be of some help to you two guys. Anyway, that's how I found you? I got it from her. She wants her cake back, but I do think she still wants to eat it too," he said. "You mean Jackson. You mean she still wants me to be her willing cuckold," I said. "'Bout the size of it," he said. "Yeah well, when it snows where the devil lives," I said. "Dan, you and I are cuckolds. And, that whether we like it or not. And we are willing cuckolds. Gotta admit it. We can go kicking and screaming to our fates but we will go. It's who we are—the both of us. And our women... "They're cuckoldresses. It's who they are. They love us, but they need more than a couple of pussies like us to satisfy them sexually. Denise dumped me, but in your case it's the other way around. Hell, truth told, I wish I had your choices," he said. Emily and Danny Lawson "You say they love us, but Denise dumped you?" I said. "Her bull got her to do it. She didn't want to, but he had power over her that I couldn't fight, not successfully. I know she loves me still, but I just don't measure up in ways that matter to her most, at least at the moment," he said. "So what's your plan?" I said. "Same as you, don't know," he said. "Hmm, fucking wonderful," I said. "Well, whatever. I guess living without a woman isn't the worst thing that could happen to me." "Yeah, well it's the worst thing that could happen to me. I would do almost anything to get my wife back. I was okay with being her cucky. But, going to bed at night without her being there is real bad. I need her. I need her around me," said Paul. His words struck home. My nights were pretty lonely too. I needed the warmth of her body, her breath, even her flopping around sometimes like she did. Helluva note. "You know, Paul, really, I'm in the same boat as you. I need my woman. Trouble is she doesn't seem to need me. Looking back on everything now, I can't imagine how I allowed things to go so far. And all because I was okay with her cuckolding me—in principle. The reality of that is what did us in. I guess you could say that jealousy drove me from her, or, maybe it was her from me. You tell me which it was because I sure as hell don't know," I said. "Yeah, I can dig it. And no, I don't know the answer to your question. I just know that in my case it was her bull that kicked me out. I mean she was the one to do his dirty work, but it was his idea. She told me so. So, now, I spend my nights in bars crying in my beer," I said. "Me too," I said, "me too for sure." We talked for some time. But, in the end, the both of us, had nothing so much as the vague hope that somehow, someway things could be worked out. ****** It was some weeks later that I had a visitor, a very much of a surprise visitor. It was a Thursday evening. I'd come in from work draggin' and more than usually despondent wondering what my wife was doing, thinking. I answered the doorbell. "Jackson!" I said. "Yes, Jackson, me," he said. "Can I come in?" I hesitated. "I won't bite, Danny. Fact is I'm here to maybe do us both a favor. Well the hope is anyway," he said. I nodded, and motioned him inside. Aside from voicing his name at his appearance at my door, I hadn't spoken word one to him. I pointed to the divan across the room; he took the proffered seat. "I've got a problem," he said. "And?" I said, finally uttering an utterance. "And, well, it's kind of your problem too," he said. "And?" I said. "Emily is pissed. No, that's not right. She's really angry. She's angry with me, with you, and, I'm thinking maybe even herself," he said. "And," I said. "Not much of a conversationalist are you," he said, smiling kinda wistfully. "Guess not," I said. "Look, Jackson, say what you came to say if you haven't already; so I can get back to my business," I said. "You need to try again. Give her another chance," he said. "To do what?" I said. "To be your wife, and yes, your cuckoldress. It would serve your best interests and hers, and okay, mine too," he said. "You came here to tell me that knowing our history? You've got to be kidding," I said. "The only thing that our history, as you call it, demonstrates is that you love her, but are afraid to risk her leaving you for some mythical big black cock. I can't even begin to tell you how remote such a proposition is," he said. "What is also true, is that she isn't with you now only because of your fears. She wants to be with you." "Really?" I said. "And, I'll tell you something else," he said. "I want her to be with you. I want her to have you be the one cuddling with her at night. Oh, I won't deny that I want to fuck her. And, further, I won't deny that she wants me to fuck her. But, I also know that she wants you to be the one she comes home to, to love her and make love to her and protect her and provide for her; and yes, to allow her to have her fun on the side cuckolding you." I stared at the man. He had balls of titanium for damn sure. "And, why would you believe for a fraction of a New York minute that what you've just laid out for me would interest me in the least?" I said. "You're kidding right. I know you're crying in your beer virtually every night. You miss her every bit as much as she misses you, and your fucking shitass ego is the only thing standing in the way of all of us getting what we want out of life. Deny it if you dare!" He said. I considered what he'd just said. "You're wrong about one thing. There's no virtually about it. I cry in my beer every night. My ego? Maybe, but it's a mighty big assed fear that makes me skittish about the whole cuckolding thing, the lifestyle," I said. "And, I understand that. And, I know you're the only one who can fix your problem, I mean your fears. But, and I know this for an absolute fact; it can be fixed," he said. "I will say you've given me stuff to think about. But, I can tell you right now; I am not at a place where I can live a life of stress and vague hope; not nearly at a place like that," I said. "Tell her that. If I like how she reacts to those words—well—maybe then we'll have something to talk about," I said. ****** "Yes, that's what he said," said Jackson. "Whatever gave you the idea that I wanted you to go to him, and talk for me," said Emily. "No one. I was just tired of watching you drawing more and more inward. You're a gorgeous woman, 'Em, but not gorgeous enough to throw my fun lifestyle away for. And, unless your hubby is lying to me, and I know he's not; you need to—how did he say it—react positively to what he needs and wants, I think was the gist." "You still should've talked to me first," she said. "You can beat me later; I mean after I do you," he said, smiling. "I just might," she said. He was already unbuckling his belt. ****** He knocked on the door. The door opened. "Didn't take long for you to get here," said Denise. "I was in the neighborhood," said Danny. "I was really wanting to speak to Paul." "He's out of town on Business. Yes, yes, I know I should have told that you when you called. But, then I thought; I knew what you wanted, and frankly you need me not Paul. Paul's a wimp just like you," she said. "I can see you are not getting what I'm..." "You want to get back with your wife and you need someone to give you advice and hold your hand when you make the effort. Right? I mean just like Paul and I have," she said. That she was spot on notwithstanding was mildly irritating, but the fact was that she was spot on. I just stared at her. Over the course of the next half hour, we shared a bottle of wine, talked about nothing worth talking about, and then we did. "So have you made up your mind what you want to do wimp?" she said, she was not giggling. I gave her a hard look which did nothing to change her look or attitude. "I'm not a wimp," I said. "Whatever," she said. "Have you made up your mind?" "I guess. I want to make the effort, as you put it. I just don't know how. I don't want to be without her, but to be totally out of control..." "Actually, I can understand your concern. Paul—we went through the same stage of discontent if that's the right way to say it, and we just now barely made it back," she said. "But, unless, I miss my guess, and I almost never do, Emily won't let that happen. She loves you Danny. She also loves the sexual lifestyle you more or less introduced her to. So, I guess it's your call; give her one, a call that is. Talk to her; it can't hurt. "Denise, you were right. I think you were the right one to talk to; I mean instead of Paul," I said. "He would have given you about the same advice anyway," said Denise. I smirked. "Yeah maybe," I said. ****** "Yeah, Beulah's Bistro, noon time," I said. I hung up after her agreement to be there. She was late. I'd already killed my grilled cheese and the Heineken I'd washed it down with. I glanced in the direction of the doorway just in time to see her hot footing it inside. "Hi Danny," she said Breathing hard. "I ran out of gas. Lucky I was only half a block from a gas station, but well..." "Yeah it made you late," I said. I wondered just how hard up for cash she was. For some damn reason I still felt responsible for her. I knew she and Jackson were sharing expenses, but maybe not as efficiently as might be. "Yes, yes it did," she said. "I'm sorry, okay. I really tried to be on time..." "Okay, okay no harm no foul," I said. And, then I ran out of words. She picked up the slack. "Danny?" she said. I spread my arms in a I-don't-know-what-to-say gesture. "Danny, I'm sorry about before. You know, at the party. It really was spur of the moment. It just kinda happened." "Emily, can I ask, what would you like to see happen?' I said. "I mean if you even want anything short of a divorce to happen." "Ideally? For you and I to mend our fences and get back together as a functioning family again. Danny, that's what I'd like to see happen. Really," she said. I nodded. "Me too," I said. "I'm just scared. Have been since the beginning. But—I talked to Denise Carton. She's the one that said I needed to talk to you one more time. You know, try to get by my fears and bad feelings. Well, you know." "That's wonderful honey. But, I've had a long conversation with Jackson. He advised me to just put an end to cuckolding you and to get back to our regular lives. "Emily..." I started and stopped. "Yes?" she said. "I need you to cuckold me. I've always needed it. But, needing and being able to deal with it; well, I just don't know. The bad news is neither do you. If we did we wouldn't be in this pickle," I said. "Huh?" She was clearly not understanding what I was saying. Or, understanding, was afraid to react to it, what I was saying. "Denise—well—Denise hit it on the head. I didn't accept it at first, but then I did," I said. "Hit what nail on the head? Accept what?" said Emily. "That I'm a wimp. That I need you to lead in things sexual. That I want to see you satisfied and happy in ways that are—well—are beyond me. So, I am willing to be your cuckold finally and permanently. I just hope you'll have mercy on me once in a while if you know what I mean," I said. "But, I will no longer place any conditions on you—us—of any kind. I only ask that you take me back and love me like you always have." "Huh?" she said. We talked for a little while longer. She finally got the message, and seemed to be willing to believe that such a complete change of position on my part was not only possible, but a done deal. "Honey, okay," she said. "And, have no fear, you will get to have me from time to time. I love you way too much to deny you for life. You and I will talk some more, but right now I'm going to go into the bedroom and faint. Then, I'm going to wake up and think about everything you've said before we have our next little talk. Okay?" We did talk that night. We decided to give the manse thing another shot. I would go through the initiation they evidently have in place and become a true cuckold completely subject to my wife's whims relating to anything sexual. I was excited and so was she. It was going to be a very interesting and hopefully stimulating time for us. ****** Our preparations for our return to the manse took all day. Well, it did for Emily. Me, a couple of hours. She looked gorgeous, I looked okay. She was nervous; well, it was truth time: could we do it, would I change my mind when the time came for me to surrender to her and to her bull of the night. Hell, I was as nervous as she was, but, I was also determined. I was committed. I would have to be trusting that she would be a good wife and a merciful cuckoldress. The good news was that I was confident that she would. She stood in the doorway, in her knee length black evening dress and stared at me. "Ready honey?" she said. I nodded. "Yes. And, Emily?" I said. "Yes?" "I won't let you down," I said. I meant it too. She came to me and kissed me gently on the lips. "You're my husband, Daniel. You have nothing to fear. I will make it my business to see to it that as my cuckold you will be happy as a clam. Just trust me," she said. "It's time to go, I guess," I said. "Yes. Did you put them in the car?" she said. I knew what she meant. "Yes, they're in there. It's the one thing about tonight that, frankly, I'm not sure of; but, yes, I put the evil things in the car." She smiled. "It won't be that bad. You're going to be mighty uncomfortable for a bit, but you'll live," she said. She wasn't quite laughing. I shivered. ****** We arrived at the manse about half an hour early. Emily was holding our little package; she handed it to Arnold; she seemed to know what to do. I got a smile from Arnold, the same guy who'd greeted us that first time, seemingly so long ago now. "Going to join us for real, now, huh mister Lawson?" he said. I nodded. "Yes, I guess we are," I said. "We're early?" "A little, no problem. Why don't the two of you just go get a drink at the bar. Things will star in about thirty minutes," he said. "Yes, that would be good," said Emily. She took me by the hand and led me to the bar where we both ordered white wine. "Nervous, honey?" she said. "A little. But, I'll be okay once things actually get underway," I said. "I know," she said. "You know I am very proud of you, Daniel. You're the best." "Well, hello," said Jackson, coming up to us just at that second. "Hello," I said. Emily just smiled. "So tonight's the night," he said. "Yes, I suppose it is," I said. "You okay?" he said. I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Emily and I have talked about it. I think we're good. Aren't we, honey?" I said. "Yes, yes we are," she said. "We definitely are." The three of us gabbed for the next fifteen minutes or so, and then Arnold interrupted us to let us know that we were five minutes from starting. I swallowed hard. I knew the drill. I'd been so informed by Paul the day before. At least Jackson avoided the temptation to smirk. "Good luck to all of us," he said. I think he meant it. We headed out to the garden area where a few other cuckolds-to-be were waiting with their wives to be initiated. They were already wearing their collars. The only thing that bothered me a little was that they were all wearing blue collars. A young girl, probably early twenties but looking more like a junior high schooler, came up to us. "You're the Lawsons right?" she said. "Yes we are," said. Emily. "Pink or blue?" she said. Emily gave me a look, smiled and looked back at the girl. "Pink for my little sissy," she said. The girl smiled broadly. She handed the pink collar to my wife. I knew my face was as red as a beet. "Turn around honey so I can fasten this onto you," she said. I felt her wrap it around my neck, adjust it and tighten the buckle. I felt her snap shut the little padlock that guaranteed my humiliation as a sissy cuckold for the rest of the night. "There," she said, "everyone will know you're my sissy boy now. This is going to be fun." Arnold came up to us. The little girl, for such she was in stature, came around to face me full on. I have to pants you, sir," she said. "You have to go up there naked from the waist down. Please kick off your shoes; we'll leave your socks on." I complied and she proceeded to undo my pants and pull them down. My underpants were next. "It's time to go up to the scaffold," said Arnold, who'd been standing by watching the proceedings. Emily frowned. "Sorry, honey, but you know..." "Yes, I know," I said. On the raised platform, that Arnold had referred to as the scaffold, were six sets of stocks. There were lengths of rope hanging loosely on all of them. The stocks were all facing inward. Once our heads were to be locked in place and our butts would be facing outward toward the audience. I saw our little package at the base of the one of the stocks with the number four emblazoned on it. I swallowed. It was six-to-five and pick 'em what was going to be worse for me: the doubtless savage spanking that I was about to endure, or the absolutely crushing humiliation that would follow it. Whatever, Emily led me forward to number four. "You okay, honey? This is it. It's going to sting, I know, but it won't last too long," she said. "I—I—guess so. I just hope I don't disgrace myself," I said. "You won't. I have confidence in you. It's been kind of a long road, but we're here now. It's time to do it." I nodded. The time for words was over. It was, as she said, time to get it done. "Turn around, honey, I need to tie your hands behind you back. As I did so, I saw her reach for one of the strands of rope that hung from stock. "Put your hands behind your back, dear. I did as she said and she secured my hands, quite tightly. Now, bend forward, honey so I can lock your head down into the stock. Again, I obeyed her. I felt the heavy overhead branch of the stock as it was lowered over me securing me from any significant movement. I noticed on of the other rope strands disappearing to my left. "Put you ankles together, honey, I need to tie them together too," she said. I did and she said. A final strand of rope disappeared from my left and I felt her binding my thighs just above my knees. I was going nowhere, and there would be no mercy now. I was condemned to endure whatever was done to me. While my wife had been preparing me for punishment, other wives had been doing the same to five other soon to be initiated husbands. All of them looked to be as apprehensive as I'm sure I did. It was strange, but, I felt a kind of camaraderie with my fellow cuckolds. I supposed, that at some point, we'd be introduced to each other, but as for that, I really didn't know for sure. Emily came around to the front of the stock and touched my cheek. I noticed the other wives doing something of the same. "Honey, Maribel, the girl we met a few minutes ago, will be the one to whip you. I will be behind you watching, but I will not be asked to spank you myself. I love you." And, then she was gone. I'd said nothing. I felt as though I were in some kind of zone. I actually felt the footsteps, or maybe heard them, of the girl. She said nothing, but I sensed her behind me. And then? And then I was seeing stars. The switch began to take a toll on my conscious self. I wasn't at all sure I could do it, endure it. Then, I heard the first screams from my fellow sufferers. I was going to hold out. I would not beg or scream or anything. I was going to make it no matter what. The howling continued for some minutes. I had been doing my best to count, to keep an accurate count of the lashes across my naked buttocks; I reached seventy-seven. The other husbands were crying and screaming to be let out of their stocks. A couple of them were alternately cursing and begging for mercy. Their prayers were not heard let alone answered; their punishments continued steadily. Me? On number seventy-eight I howled. I'd tried. But, now I surrendered. I began to alternately sob and howl in agony. Now, I had nineteen to go. I tried to sag down to avoid the switch but there was no way. My legs bound as they did not allow for any significant dodging of the punishing instrument that was torturing my backside. I began to choke on my own spit. Then it was over. ****** The girl, Maribel, had come up to raise the bar that had imprisoned my head in the stock. Still bound, I sagged to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. I felt the girl releasing my legs first; then my wrists were undone from the rope. I rubbed them furiously. I felt my butt, but I couldn't really rub it. Delicate didn't even begin to describe their state at that moment. Emily and Danny Lawson Someone was trying to lift me to my feet. I saw Emily just a few feet away smiling! I knew that smile. It was one of pride. She was proud of me! I looked up; it was Jackson. He was the one trying to help me. I wanted to thank him and kill him at the same time. Confused did not, could not, adequately describe my state of mind. "You did good, Danny," he said. "Fucking wonderful," I said. "I think you set a record for enduring it before cutting loose..." "Before I started screaming, right," I said. He smiled, but he also nodded. Emily joined us as Jackson helped me down from the scaffold. "Honey, you were so strong. I was so proud of you," she said. Just then one of the other husbands who'd been imprisoned in the stocks and his wife crossed in front of us on their way toward the front door., or so I thought. They stopped. She was trying to console him. He turned his back to her and continued walking. Turned again and came back to her. She said something. He answered her. Then, from way out of left field he delivered a haymaker to her left jaw that lifted her clean off the ground and sent her spiraling through the air some little distance before she came to rest about fifteen feet to our left. She was out. A couple of big black guys took hold of him and hustled him out. Jackson gave me a look. "Don't worry, Jackson; you're safe from me," I said. He smirked but didn't say anything. "Dan, you okay?" he said. I snickered. "Is that a serious question?" I said. "I mean..." "Yeah, I guess," I said. He nodded. He wasn't being arrogant or anything, but I had the feeling that his look was meant to carry a message. I knew I'd be figuring that one out soon enough. "Honey," said Emily. She sounded—what—nervous maybe. I smiled at her. "I'm tougher than that," I said. She visibly relaxed. "I know, honey. I know. You were..." "Yeah, I know, a hero. Right?" I said. She giggled. Jackson for his part was being a little on the quiet side, letting us have our moment. "Damn straight," she said. I think she actually meant it too. "Let's not go directly to the room," said Jackson. I think we could all use a little drink." I gave him a look, then realized that he was right. Going to the room right away wouldn't be good. And, a drink—or six—would be more than good. "Yes," said Emily. "Yes, let's do that. Is that okay with you, honey?" "Yes. That would be fine," I said. ****** We secured a table just a few feet off from the end of the bar. I was slowly, very slowly sipping my martini. "I guess it went okay?" I said. The sting had died some over the past little time; I was actually able to sit, kind of a surprise. The two of them were doing their level best not to upset me or force anything. They looked at each other. "Look, you two. That guy that ran off. Well, it is what it is. I guess it was too much for him. For me? Not so much, though I have to say there were a few moments..." "That's kind of the thing," said Jackson. "If the husband can do it; well, it says something about his—his and his wife's—chances of making it as a lifestyle. If he can't do it; well, that says something too, I guess. "Yes, I think that's true," said Emily. "And we will make it, I think." It was my turn to say something meaningful. 'Me too" I said. "Let's drink up and go. It's time to do it to me." I smiled. The look on their two faces was precious. I was pretty sure I would be rewarded big time before it was all over. The room was pretty much cheap-motel-room-esque. A small bedroom with a night stand; two rattan chairs; a king sized bed, that dominated the room; a totally inadequate closet; and a bathroom designed, I was sure, for dwarfs and living pencils. "You can leave your clothes on for now, honey," said Emily, seeming to take control of the situation. "Okay," I said. Jackson for his part just smiled and began to disrobe. Emily, still in her black evening dress and high heels lay down on the bed fully clothed; I found that interesting. I hadn't expected to be surprised by anything, but that was a surprise. Well, whatever, I was sure that she wouldn't be dressed for long. Emily rolled over onto her side and watched as her lover sat on the side of the bed facing me. I had taken a seat a few feet from the bed to watch the proceedings. "Come over here, honey, and kneel between Jackson's legs," she said. I knew what she was about, and I was a little skittish, but I obeyed her. This was the night that I became an unabashed and willing cuckold. I came to the man and knelt as I was told, and waited. Jackson laid back. His dick lay naked and turgid and huge on his athletic torso. "Honey..." said Emily. I nodded and reached for the big man's cock, I stroked it a few times and leaned in to lick then suck at the purplish glans. I felt him jerk at the ticklish if pleasurable sensation. I felt him beginning to stiffen as an orgasm began to build in him. Suddenly my mouth and throat were awash in his semen. I swallowed as much as I could. Emily was smiling. Jackson sat up once again, patted me on the head, and nodded for me to retake my seat in the chair a few feet from the bed's edge. Emily was smiling. It was a smile of pride if I read it right. Whatever else happened in the months and years ahead relating to such things, this moment was mine and Emily's not Jackson's and Emily's. I knew it, and I sensed that she knew it too. I sat on my chair still fully clothed and watched as her lover felt her up and kissed her deeply and often. I watched as he slipped her panties down her beautiful legs. He threw them to me. I sniffed the dampness that painted the crotch of them. God, my wife was a wonderful woman—female. I was becoming fearful; I needed her bad. Would she let me have her too? Was I, as her cuckold, to be denied intercourse with her, I mean so soon after this initiation. I prayed she would allow me a mercy fuck at the least. Jackson mounted her missionary and probed her sex with his throbbing sex engine. He thrust himself into her; her eyes popped open and she grunted. He began seesawing in and out of her. Her eyes were glazed over in lust as he continued to fuck her . I was witness to her shattering climax as her body thrust up to meet his assault. The small of her back was many inches off the surface of the bed as she arched her body uncontrollably in her final throws of sexual release. She collapsed, as did he—on top of her before rolling off. The two of them lay side by side, heavily, breathing hard and lost in their own world of thought. Emily looked over at me. "Jackson needs you again, dear," she said. I didn't hesitate. I got up and got on the bed with them. I knelt between his splayed legs and began licking and sucking him to life once more. It took a little while, but I got the job done. I raised up and started to go back to my chair, but Jackson took hold of my arm and urged me back onto the bed. Emily had moved to the side a little and began pantsing me. My cock exposed and a question painting my face, my wife smiled at me. Turn over onto your belly, honey, and raise your buns nice and high into the air. Jackson's going to fuck you. She was smiling broadly now. I knew that it might happen but it was something of a surprise anyway. I obeyed her, but I was a little bit slow about it. She used her hands to help flip me. On my belly and naked from the waist down, I raised my buttocks high as she had directed and waited for him to do what he was going to do. "Here, Jackson," said Emily. She handed him a tube of something. I was guessing KY. He smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief. Emily touched the side of my face. "Just relax and let Jackson do you. It'll be a little uncomfortable at first, but you'll get to like it at some point. Really," she said, with knitted brow. As she said what she said, I could feel Jackson lubing my anus with his fingers, at least three of them. I did try to relax. There was no escape for me, so my best bet was to make it as easy on myself as possible. His fingers pulled out of me. I could feel him positioning himself behind me. I felt odd. Humiliating though it was, I found myself looking forward to it—him doing me—but mildly concerned about it as well. Like I said, odd. His cock began pushing into me. God he was big. I grunted and strained and started gasping short breaths. "It's okay, honey, he's mostly in now. Just surrender yourself to what's happening to you. Don't fight it. It'll be all right," said Emily. And it was, well, if not exactly all right, not too bad. He unloaded inside of me. He cum added lube to the KY he'd primed me with. He began to shrink out of me. My turn to collapse onto my stomach. I just lay there with my eyes shut taking in short gulps of air. There was no fucking doubt about it now; I was a cuckold, a willing and totally humiliated cuckold. I made myself, I told myself, it was what I wanted, had always wanted. But deep down lurked fears. I hoped against hope that Emily and I could overcome them together. I would need her. Without her there was no making it for me. ****** I opened my eyes; it was two in the morning; she was kissing me. "You were wonderful," she said. I glanced over to the other side of the bed. Jackson was standing there. "You're sure you don't want me to stay the night; we're allowed to?" he said. He said it to her. "No, no, my husband and I need to get home and be together for the next several days. I learned last night just how much he loved me and what he would do for me, to see to it that I was pleasured. So, no, you needn't stay the night. But, thank you," said Emily. "It was very good." I lay there surprised by her words. I think Jackson was too. He was already getting dressed. I looked askance at Emily. "He's just going home cucky. It's just you and me now. We're going home too. We're going home and you are going to screw me senseless. Okay?" I know my smile of relief cued her before my words did. "Oh yeah," I said. "Oh yeah!" ****** Though my striped ass was still somewhat sore, I was able to drive. My beautiful wife was leaning against my shoulder, her hand absently massaging my thigh. We'd been silent since getting in the car for the ride home. Now, she decided to talk. "You okay?" she said. "Yes. I have to admit, I was worried though. I needed you today—tonight. So, since I am going to get to have you. Well, yes, I'm very okay," I said. "I know you need it. And every time you let Jackson or another man have you; you'll be getting it. I made that decision when I saw how hard it was for you to take him, and how willingly you did so. You are definitely my main man," she said. I sighed. I wondered how long it would be before I got to have her again if I had to wait for her lover of the moment to fuck me. Well, we'd be seeing about that I guessed. The one thing that I knew for sure was that the next little while was going to be special. There definitely was hope. ******