0 comments/ 49681 views/ 7 favorites Never Too Late By: lusciouslips1 I would like to start off by letting you know that everything in this story is true and really happened. If you like what you read, please email me and let me know if you have any suggestions for any future stories whether they are fact or fiction. We had started around the same time and we were both the new kids on the block so we naturally became quick friends. Her name was Hope and we looked a lot like each other. We both had blond hair, although hers was a little bit longer than mine. I had blue eyes while Hope had deep green ones. But we both had a smile that could usually melt the boys' hearts on site. We both had killer tans. We always went to the tanning bed together and tanned in the nude. I wasn't as proud of my legs as Hope was of hers, mine were more the muscular type, not big at all, still nice and long, just a little more muscular than a woman's usually is. That comes from all of my years as a volleyball player and a cheerleader in high school. Hers was more the typical feminine legs, long and lean. I had immediately noticed how beautiful she was on that first day of work, how her hair was always so shiny and soft. When she would catch me looking at her I would quickly look away with red cheeks I'm sure. If she ever noticed anything, she never said. About a year later she moved and my desires for her were never spoken of. I felt like a piece of my heart had just been ripped out. A few months later, I got an email from her saying that she would be in town for a few days and wanted to know if we could get together for lunch. Of course I said yes, I had missed her very much, not only because I had secretly wanted her all this time. But we had grown into really good friends before she moved away. My thoughts kept creeping back to the times we were at work and I'd catch her bending over and I would get a peek at her cleavage and I would just stand there and stare till she started to straighten up then I would quickly turn around and start walking the other way. I didn't want her to see the way I was looking at her or how my hands had involuntarily started to trace my own lips at the thought of what those gorgeous tits would taste like on my tongue. We would always play at work. Always joke around about kissing each other but I don't think she ever knew I was serious. Almost every time we would pass each other at work, we'd pat the others ass and say "Oh yeah baby, hit me harder" all the other coworkers didn't think anything of it, because everyone did it. But unknown to her and everyone else was how wet I got every time we were that close to each other and I could smell her perfume. And feel how soft her skin was. Once when I patted her on her ass, I gently squeezed and copped a good feel of that great ass. She just turned around and winked at me, I thought I saw a flicker of desire, but then it quickly faded as others came around. So I never thought about it again. We met at a neutral restaurant and she had ordered some white wine before I got there. We started talking about old times and what each other was up to these days and gossiping about the people we used to work with. I guess being around her again in combination with the wine made me at ease with myself, because before I knew it, I was asking her why we never hung out after work. She replied by saying that she wasn't sure she could trust herself to keep her hands off of me. My jaw totally dropped. It was like my deepest fantasy coming true and I didn't know what to say. So I just looked at her and let her finish what she was saying. She went on to tell me that she loved the way my jeans would hug my ass or how I would often wear those low cut tight little shirts that showed off what she called "the greatest set of tits of all time". She said she had to go to the bathroom or the locker room several times to relieve herself of her throbbing pussy. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just kept thinking to myself of all the wasted time that we had. We finished our meal and took the rest of the wine up to her hotel room, which was just across the street from the restaurant. We barely got all the way into the elevator before she grabbed my arm swung me around and started kissing me. We wrapped our arms around each other and shared a very deep, very passionate kiss. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths as our hands couldn't quit roaming over each other's bodies. She cupped my breasts and squeezed hard. I let out a deep throaty almost animal like moan. "Yeah like that baby" was all I managed to say just as her hand was on its way down to see just how wet I was. the elevator came to a stop and we quickly gathered ourselves just in case there were people on the other side. We got to her room and shoved the door open and her back slammed it shut when I pushed her up against it. My right hand immediately went to her pussy, which was soaking wet. I could feel her juices through her panties. I cupped her pussy and my thumb went to work on her clit, I asked, "Is that what you want? You want me to rub that clit don't you?" She started squirming and bucking and moaning and saying how much she had dreamt of this very moment. I was in pure heaven. She let out a good yell as she started to cum telling me to keep going. Not to stop because she was cumming. Hope had her hands on either side of my face while she was kissing me. We were both moaning and grabbing at each other. I don't know how we did it, but we ended up on the bed. She was straddled on top of me unbuttoning my shirt and my jeans. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feel of her hands on me. I could tell that this wasn't her first time with a woman. It wasn't my first time either. She would place small feathery kisses on my chest and my belly as she undressed me. I was getting chills up and down my body. After she had me undressed and down to just my bra and panties she looked down at me and said, "You look just like I had imagined you would. Perfect." She would tease me by running her hands all over me. Everywhere except my pussy that is. She had no idea how wild that drove me. I absolutely love to be teased. She would start at my neck and lick her way down to my left breast and gently but firmly bite my nipples trough the thin fabric of my bra. Her other hand would be massaging the other breast. She moved her right leg in between mine and was grinding her thighs against my pussy, making me even wetter than I already was. Which I didn't think was possible. I was getting so turned on that I was very close to cumming. She would take turns between my tits, pleasuring me. I told her I was about to cum and she quickened her pace of grinding against me. "Yeah you like that huh?" she said into my ear. I would breathlessly say that I did and then beg her to not stop because I was getting so close. I arched my back up and I could feel the coils wind up so tight inside. A few more hard rubs on my clit and I lost all control. I started to buck and go wild on the bed as I came and came. She stopped and we both lay there breathless and motionless as she waited for the sensitiveness to subside. She leaned down and gave me the sweetest, softest kiss. Her lips were so soft. I just wanted to kiss her all night long. After a few minutes I rolled her over and undressed her. But I was too horny to go slow. I wanted to taste her. To feel her on my tongue. I quickly made my way down past her breasts and her belly to the treasure I had dreamed about for many nights. I could smell the sweet smell of her the closer I got, and it just intoxicated me even more. My senses were reeling. I stuck my tongue out and licked her from the opening of her pussy all the way up to her clit very slowly. Oh my god did she taste good. I couldn't get enough of her. I just kept licking and licking. I would go to her clit and flick it with my tongue then I would suck on it and occasionally I would nip it with my teeth, but not enough to hurt her. She had her hands in my hair trying to direct me to where she wanted. She wanted me to keep sucking on her clit, but I wanted to bury my tongue in her as far as I could get it. I took my thumb and replaced my tongue on her clit. I pushed her legs up father back so I could get to her pussy better. I just rammed my tongue in and moving it in and out, and in circles lapping up all of her such sweet tasting juices. She said she was getting close and I backed off because I wanted this one to last, I was nowhere near done eating her out. She got up and went to her suitcase and pulled out two 5" clear gel dildos. I all but ripped the rest of my clothes off and I got more comfortable on the bed. "What do you have planned for those?" "I want you to fuck my with one of them." I took one of them from her and started to suck on it to get it nice and wet. I positioned her on the bed with her legs as far back as they could go. I was licking on her clit as I eased the dildo into her pussy. I put it in several inches then would pull it all the way back out and very slowly put it back in. After several minutes of this I would pull it all way out and then ram it back in all the way. I felt her hands in my hair again. "Swing your legs up here, I want your pussy on my mouth now!" I did as I was told and we got into the 69 position with me on top. My tongue never left her clit. I picked up the pace with the dildo. I could hear the sloshing noises her pussy was making when I moved it in and out of her. This was turning me on even more. I feel her tongue mimic the same thing I did to her. She licked me from the opening of my pussy all the way up to my clit. I shuddered at her touch. I almost came then and there as I felt the dildo enter my pussy. She wasn't gentle with it at all. And right then, I didn't want her to be. We did this for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. All of a sudden I feel something cold and wet drip on my ass. I stop just long enough to look behind me and see that she was lubing the dildo up with some flavored oil. She was planning on fucking my ass with the dildo. My whole body shivered in anticipation. "Oh I can see you like this. You want it in your ass?" "Yes, oh God Yes." I feel the cold tip of it press against my hole and I ease myself back on it. I bend my back in a way as to allow her better entry. I close my eyes as the dildo slides in my ass, inch by glorious inch. "Lick my clit while you're fucking my ass!" I scream out. "Mmmmm, yes just like that... ohhhhh... uhhhhh..." I go back to fucking her and sucking on her clit. I keep ramming that dildo up her now very wet pussy. I lean into her with each stroke getting closer and closer to cumming. "I don't know how much longer I can hold off cumming." "Don't hold off, I want you to cum in my mouth and I want you to cum hard." I feel her remove the dildo and replace it with her tongue. She uses her fingers to rub my clit. This pushes me over the edge and I just work her clit as hard as I can as I myself am brought to the incredible brink of one of the best orgasms of my entire life. "Mmmmmm, damn Dani you taste good… keep cumming baby, I want it all" "You're making me cum... yesss…. don't stop… tongue fuck me… I am going to cum…. yesssssssssss…" Both of our pussies start to pulsate as we cum at the same time. I keep licking and sucking till I suck her pussy dry of all of her cum. I ease myself off of her and lay down beside her at the top of the bed. We are both struggling to catch our breath. We lean in and kiss each other and taste our own cum on each other's lips. "My god how much time have we wasted by not doing this so much sooner!" I look over at her and reply with, "Oh trust me, this is not a one time thing. This will be repeated over and over again." A short time later we both drifted off to sleep right where we were. The night didn't end there, but that's another story altogether. Never Too Late "I'm sorting the wedding album, which pictures do you want?" Like I would really want anything to remind me of my failed marriage with Sherry. I wanted to ask if she had any that showed her kissing my ass but decided against it, goddamned photographs anyway. That had been a lot of the problem between her and me, photographs, not to mention I hate to argue. Sherry had an internal Rolodex that contained reference to every event that had occurred since the time we met. She had a super database, accessible in microseconds to use against me when we fought. She remembered stuff to throw back at me that I couldn't even recall doing or saying. It's not that I was afraid to duel with her, I just found it pointless. When Sherry was confronted, she changed the subject so fast and so many times that it would take me a week to sort out what she'd said. If I hesitated, all hope of getting an answer was out the window. When I was lucky enough to stay with her babble, she would break down in tears and accuse me of being hurtful. It always turned into a no-win situation... for me that is. "Brian, did you hear me, which pictures do you want?" she asked from the other room. I continued to pack some of my personal things into boxes. This was just another sign of how far our relationship had deteriorated. My refusal to answer her was deeper than not wanting any of the damn pictures. I'd lost trust in Sherry and my head was telling me she was baiting me. She wanted to turn the court ordered division of assets into an excuse to argue. The judge ordered a fifty, fifty split in the divorce. At the time it all seemed so fair and civil to me. Now that I'm here, well, it's not easy to even think about the ramifications. How do you split the love, can you divide heartache? I can't deny that I love Sherry, I love her too much if that's possible. She was all that I'd hoped for, and at the same time, exactly the type of woman that I couldn't handle mentally. She drove me crazy, she just could not admit that anything was her fault and I don't think the word sorry is even part of her vocabulary. After six years, I finally gave up. I got tired of the endless competition and threw in the towel. You probably think Sherry and I fought all the time, but we didn't. Sometimes it was just a few words between us, like "you're over reacting." Those words drove a stake in into the heart of our marriage. Maybe I was over reacting to the situation at hand, but I was also tired, angry and hurt at the same time. I felt a deep sense of disrespect from Sherry's thoughtlessness. I guess I should explain; Sherry and I are very different in respect to our personalities. Sherry is extremely outgoing and personable, where as I am reserved and shy. If you'd like to know anything about her, just ask, she's an open book. On the reverse side of the coin, you'll find me. I am very jealous of my privacy and regard my business as exactly that, mine, I don't share secrets. Some time ago now, probably over a year. Sherry and I had gone out for a very nice evening. It turned out to be especially romantic with wine and a candlelit dinner. We barely made it home before we were all over each other. We made love in spectacular fashion, it was far from typical. After a few hours of particularly slow foreplay and lovemaking, we lay sated in bed. Prying myself from Sherry's embrace, I went to fetch a bottle of wine for us to share. On my way back to the bedroom, I saw the new digital camera that I had recently bought. My mood was playful, so I took the camera with the wine. Sherry was all too willing to pose for some very sexual and intimate photos. The more pictures I took, the steamier she became. It wasn't long before the camera was set aside and we were passionately making love again. Later, Sherry was returning from the bathroom, the camera was soon in her hands. While I was not as willing as she was, I did pose for a few pictures for her. Sherry was, to say the least, extremely turned on by all this photographic foreplay as she called it. The idea of capturing our passion seemed to drive her absolutely wild. Sherry mounted me like a cowgirl and began a very seductive and slow ride. We were always very compatible in bed, but that night was way beyond anything we had ever dared. To my surprise, she still had the camera in one hand and was snapping candid photos. Sherry rode me like a demon, she got wilder with each click of the camera. The next morning I found Sherry reviewing the photo evidence of our previous night. We were in the living room at the time and soon ended up in bed as she could barely keep her hands off me. I had never seen her act quite this aggressive before, usually Sherry prefers not to have sex in the morning. It had been a wild and enjoyable weekend. The sex and closeness were wonderful for both of us. By midweek things had tapered off to our usual loving existence. I had not forgotten about the photos, but gave little thought to what they may eventually come to mean. The next week, I think it was a Thursday. I got home from work at the usual time. I entered the house through the kitchen as usual and heard the chattering and giggling right away. Sherry has friends over quite a lot and I didn't pay much attention to the noise. I opened a beer in the kitchen and wandered toward the den. I thought I would steer clear of the hen party and relax for a while. At the doorway, my mouth flew open and my beer bottle dropped to my feet. Sherry and two of her friends were huddled around the computer watching a slideshow of my hard cock plunging into Sherry's swollen pussy. I tried to speak but the words caught in my throat. I was angry, but at the time was more embarrassed than I'd been in my entire life. Sherry being the open person that she is, smiled and waved me over like they were watching a Disney film. I could tell she was not shy in the least about sharing our most private and intimate moments. It took her a few seconds before she read the horror on my face. After her friends had left, we had a long talk about what had happened. I didn't yell, I kept an even keel, knowing that I had to keep the focus centered on the problem at hand. Sherry couldn't seem to grasp what was so wrong about what she'd done. She was proud of the pictures and didn't mind one bit showing them to her friends. At this point, you have to remember what a reserved individual that I am to get an idea what I felt. It wasn't so much that she'd done it, but the lack of consideration for my feelings. I tried to explain it to her several times but I suppose my calm demeanor didn't allow her to fully understand the situation from my point of view. I should have unloaded on her with both barrels but I was resolved to keep this from escalating into one of those convoluted finger pointing matches that never resolve anything. In the end, she agreed not to show or talk about the photos again. It hadn't gone the way I wanted and I never did get what I needed out of our talk. I needed an apology but we never got even close. Sure, I could have flat out asked her, but think about it, what's the point? That's the same as buying your own Christmas present, it's not from the heart. For a week or so, I struggled with the way I'd handled the situation. I chickened out, I took the easy road. Sherry had not learned a thing and I wasn't satisfied with the result. I vowed not to let things slide the next time we disagreed and would not let our next misunderstanding go silently into that good night. Unfortunately, it didn't take long until the final round began. Sherry and I were attending a family gathering at my sister's house. It was a backyard bar-b-cue affair held for my dad's birthday. I had been looking forward to seeing the family and having a few beers with Dad and Ray, my sister's husband. The party started off well enough and it was shaping up to be a great day. I played with my nephews and had a nice visit with Mom. Sherry was helping my sister, Lindsey, with the food and I could see them talking and laughing. We all enjoyed a great meal then pitched in to clean up. When the dishes were done, we joined Mom and Dad in the back yard for a drink. The evening was cool and it felt good to sit and talk about old times. Lindsey over the years, has taken a shine to sipping wine. She over indulges with the grape and tonight seemed to be well on her way. She kept giving me a sly smile once in a while, I could tell there was something boiling in the kettle but couldn't tell what it was just yet. We always were pretty close to each other growing up and I knew the look. Mom was telling a cute little story about Lindsey's prom night. She went on about how beautiful she was in her dress and how she looked like a princess. I could actually see the red in Lindsey's face as Mom went on about her precious daughter's big night. I was thinking to myself, "If Mom only knew the whole story and what I'd seen from my bedroom window that night." I gotten home a bit earlier than Lindsey and was in my room getting ready to jump into bed. I heard a car pull into the drive and went to the window to see who it was. Lindsey and her date had parked and the lights went off on the car. I was about to forget it and hit the sack when I saw the two of them start making out. From my second floor window, I had a perfect view of them through the windshield. It all seemed innocent enough at first but right before I turned away, I saw my sister's head dip down below the steering wheel, "What the fuck, Lindsey sucks dick?" I had a perfect view. I continue to watch and it was pretty graphic. She was bobbing her head up and down like this wasn't the first time. She continued for a few more minutes and stopped. I figure the show was about over but then I could see them scrambling into the back seat. I'd lost the view from my angle but soon her feet were sticking out the window. My baby sister was getting plowed and by the way her legs were flailing, she was lovin' it. The thought left my head in time for me to hear the end of Mom's story about how she'd been awake that night too. Lindsey was flaming red as we'd all gotten a pretty good laugh about her being busted and not knowing it until now. I was glad at the time that Mom hadn't brought up any of my escapades. My sister took the good-natured ribbing but I had a feeling that she wasn't happy being the butt of all our jokes. You could see it in her eyes, somebody else was going to suffer the embarrassment soon. She gulped another glass of wine and when the conversation lulled, she pulled the pin and dropped the grenade that ended my marriage. "So Bri, when do we get to see the pictures?" she asked coyly. "What pictures Sis?" I asked like I didn't know what she meant, because I didn't. "Oh you know, the ones that Sherry was telling me about," she teased. I glared at Sherry and could see the smile fade from her face. Goddamn her eyes, I was on my feet and about a second away from hitting a woman for the first time in my life. This time I wasn't even embarrassed, I was foaming at the mouth mad at my wife for breaking our agreement not to ever speak of those damn pictures again. I threw my beer bottle against the fence and watched it shatter like the trust I'd once had in Sherry. "Brian, it was just a joke," Lindsey tried to calm the situation. "Stay out of this, you have no idea," I spat. Sherry was cowering now as my dad stepped in to try and take control before things got worse. "Come on Son, calm down, you're over reacting." I immediately saw red, "OVER REACTING! You think so? Well stick around for the rest of the show, cause you ain't seen nothing yet," I seethed. "I want you all to have a good laugh at this, cause by tomorrow it won't seem so fucking funny. Sherry, I've had it with you and you're give a shit attitude," I fumed. "Brian please, can't we talk about this in private?" Sherry stammered. "What for? You don't seem to want to keep any of our life private, come on Baby let's share this part too." "God Brian, you're making a big deal out of nothing," she was going defensive. "Yeah you're right, promises mean nothing to you. This is all a big fucking misunderstanding. Well listen to this part closely so you don't misunderstand, we're done, it's over, I want out, I can't take any more, divorce, no more arguments, you win, is that plain enough for all of you?" I said looking around at the stunned faces. When I got home, the phone was ringing, I let it ring. It only took me ten minutes to pack. A life time of hopes and dreams were hurriedly thrown into a suitcase. As I walked out of the door, I ran into Sherry. "Brian please, don't do this," she begged. "It's already done," I replied coldly. "Goddamn it, what do you want from me? Just tell me what to do," she pleaded. "You've already done enough for one day, let's just forget it." I told her as I moved past her. I felt like shit but I did what I had to do for my own sanity. I never wanted it to end this way, hell, I never wanted our marriage to end at all. I always thought we could grow old together but I suppose that was all wishful thinking. The fact that Sherry never once said she was sorry screamed at me. How could she be so fucking selfish and unfeeling? Is that denial? If you don't accept blame, you don't have to apologize. I could have laid it all out for her, I could have told her what she did and what it would take to fix it. But it would it really fix the problem? I think not. She had to see it on her own and admit it to herself first or she would only end up blaming me, and for once I wasn't going to accept that responsibility. The motel room was cold and impersonal, much like my life was to become. I sat down with a bottle of courage and tried to steel myself while I thought this through. My emotions flowed like the tides, I was right, I was wrong. I missed Sherry terribly but the ball was in her court now. I'd drawn a line in the sand but was certain that given the right circumstances I would be willing to try and save what was left of our marriage. If Sherry was able to convince me she was truly remorseful and worked toward rebuilding my trust, we could work it out. On the other hand, I was also convinced that given her past track record, we were history as a couple. You can call it pride or what ever you want, but I wasn't going to be the willow that bent this time. I had to stand up for what was right or I would never be able to look at myself as a man and she wouldn't either. If Sherry thought for an instant that she could walk all over me, she would in no way ever respect me and there in lies the problem. Without respect on her part and trust on mine, we were fucked. After sitting alone for hours, I looked down to see that I was still nursing the first few ounces of whiskey that I'd poured. I'd planned to get drunk and try to sleep through the horrible loneliness that I knew the first night would bring. It would have been so easy to run home to my wife but what would I have gained in the long run? A week, a month, maybe even a year and then sooner or later it would happen again. You see, the lack of trust was already gaining momentum. Each time that I thought of how stupid this all was, I realized that I'd taken the first step off of the cliff and it really wasn't up to me how I landed. My only choice was to wait for the magical parachute to open or crash face first into reality. The next day I was tired. No sleep and worry had almost brought me to my knees. I checked my cell for messages and my mailbox was full. The only one I returned was one from Mom and Dad. "Look, Dad, I'm sorry for putting you and Mom through all that last night." "I don't want to hear that right now Son, all that's important is that you're ok," he sounded worried. "I'm fine and tell Mom not to worry," I assured him, "I really don't want to get into it right now but I'll come by in a few days and try to explain it." "Alright Brian, we'll see you then. Your sister's here, she wants a few words..." "Dad... No!" Lindsey was on the line before I could stop him. "Brian, where the hell are you? Sherry is going crazy without you." She went on and on about how sorry she was. I didn't have much to say other than asking her nicely to mind her own fucking business but that had no effect at all. She begged and pleaded until I couldn't take any more and agreed to meet her. Now that we were face to face, I still had very little to talk about, that is until she said those Goddamned words again. "Brian listen to me, you're over reacting. Aren't you just making a mountain out of a mole hill?" "First of all, it's my mole hill and just what the hell makes you think that this is no big deal? Huh, tell me Sis... tell me... Sherry broke a promise to me, it's not what she told you, it's the fact that she did tell you. We had an agreement never to speak of those pictures ever again," I vented. "Jeezus Brian, I'm your sister, it's not like she put them on the Internet. Christ Bri, do you think it's worth loosing the best thing that ever happened to you over your stupid little secret?" she pressed, "Just think for a second, let me help you two work this out," she pleaded. "Just stay out of it, you really don't have a clue..." "Yes I do, Sherry told me something that she wasn't supposed to, and now you're all bent out of shape. Goddamn it, it's no big deal, so what, one little secret and you think your life is over?" "So let me get this straight... You can't see how one tennie tiny little secret shared between family matters at all, does that about sum it up?" "Yeah that's exactly what I'm trying to say." "Ok, but just so I'm perfectly clear on this. For instance, if Sherry told me something about Mom or Dad or maybe even you, it wouldn't be a big problem if that information were kinda sorta leaked out to one of the family?" "Exactly, sure it may cause a little embarrassment but it wouldn't be as big of problem as you're making this into." "So if I told your husband, Ray, that you had an accidental affair and your last born might not be his... Well ok, I think I understand what you're saying now." I nodded. It was the only time in my entire life that I'd seen Lindsey at a loss for words. Her face went ashen as my words cut clear to the bone. Lindsey didn't merely start to cry, she went to stage three without ever stopping at the first two. I felt bad but how else was she going to learn not to butt into my life. As you might have guessed, it took me hours to sew up the wounds that I'd inflicted on Lindsey. I assured her that if Ray ever found out about her affair that it wouldn't be me that told him. I also made it clear that I was disappointed in her but would not be judgmental. The path was simple, it was none of my business. What she did was between her and Ray even if I didn't condone it. She saw what I was doing now as clear as crystal and never interfered again. Mom and Dad and Sherry's parents were a whole other story tough. They seemed to hound me night and day to get over my mad. Each and every one of them apologized for Sherry at least a hundred times. When I'd given Sherry enough time to stew, I went to see her. She tried to cover the tired worn look but it showed just the same. Now, I could relay our conversation but frankly, you'd only get confused. It started with, "Brian please, haven't you punished me enough," and continued with, "Aren't you over reacting," and finished with, "Brian, please Baby don't leave me." The whole convoluted mess took over an hour. There were harsh words spoken and tears shed on both sides but not once did I ever hear her admit to being wrong or say that she was sorry. I walked away deflated but more sure than ever that I still loved her and wanted her in my life. For all her faults, and yes everyone has them, even me, I could come up with many more qualities to love. Never Too Late As much as I hated to, I made an appointment with a divorce lawyer. It looked like the magic parachute was not going to open for me and all I could do was wait for the inevitable end. The lawyer must have been immune to all the feelings by now, he hardly looked up from his desk as I explained what I wanted. It was the hardest hour of my life. It reminded me of the time I had to ask the Vet to put my old dog out of his misery. Euthanasia is exactly what I was asking for. I wanted a peaceful resolution to our marriage, but that's far from what I got. When Sherry was served with the papers, I was hit from all sides. "I can't believe it Brian, why? Why are you doing this," She cried. "You know why Sherry and if you can't see it by now there's really nothing worth saving anyway," I responded sadly. "Honey no, don't do this to us. I'll do anything you want, just... just tell me," she sobbed. It tore my heart out to hear her plea for help. I was such a bastard but I couldn't live my life the same as before. In the past, I'd almost always walked away from a fight. To some it might look like that was what I was doing now but not really. I was fighting for my marriage in an unconventional style. We both needed a change to survive, we had to cure the disease and not treat the symptoms. If I were to give in to the pressure, the germ that had been eating away at the core of our union would only get stronger and finally kill the host. Sherry, to her credit, fought the divorce relentlessly. She was not fighting the proposed settlement of fifty, fifty. She refused to accept the divorce under any circumstances and although the attorney's were the only beneficiaries, I was still proud of her in a way. Lindsey was the only one of the family that stood behind me. She was the only one that knew now why I was proceeding on a self admitted road to ruin. I shared a lot more with my sister than a few secrets. We talked a lot about mistakes in relationships, the good and the bad. She had done a lot of soul searching in the last few weeks and made some terribly hard decisions on her own. Her reckless behavior had undermined her love for Ray. She told me that her cheating had come at a high price, and she had lost some respect for him. While she realized that confessing to Ray could lead to the break up of her family, she owed it to their marriage to be honest. Lindsey's decision made me question my own honesty. Was I being too much like Sherry, win at all costs? No, absolutely not, though it might seem so on the surface, this was not about winning or who was right or wrong. It was about responsibility and the willingness to except it. I finally figured out that's why Sherry acted the way she did, it came to me while I was talking to Lindsey. Sherry and my sister were a lot alike, they both were spoiled brats and always had things their own way. It wasn't a matter of conscious maliciousness, it stemmed from manipulative traits learned as a child. Pouting and crying had always produced the desired results, to put it simply, no one had ever put their foot down and told them no. So this was me putting my foot down, I had finally decided to say no. Would Sherry figure it out? I knew if she didn't I could never live with her. As much as I wanted her or needed her, I could not go back to her on my knees. As the weeks faded away, so did my hope. Stalemate is the best way to describe where we had ended our quarrel. Lindsey and Ray were having major difficulties in their relationship. Ray had blown up when she finally fessed up and had thrown her out on her ass. It looked bleak for a while but Linds was making headway. She took responsibility and was contrite. They were at least on speaking terms again, which is more than I could say for Sherry and myself. I met with Sherry one last time at her request. "Please Brian, it doesn't have to end this way," she begged. It was hard listening to her plead. I knew all along if I told her what I wanted she would do it. I also knew how hollow those words would be if I had to ask. "You know how much I love you, please Baby give me a chance," she cried. It felt like she was close but never hit the mark. Two words and I would give her that chance. If she could only say, "I'm sorry," I'd call off the divorce. *** "Brian... Brian, are you listening? Do you want any of these pictures?" she asked, standing beside me now. "No, they're yours," I almost whispered, "You keep them." I stared at the wall seeing nothing. I was empty inside. This was it, wasn't it? All that's left of something that I'd always considered special and sacred. I felt like... it's hard to explain, sort of like a guy that had committed suicide and his soul is standing by the body looking down and wondering if there had been another way. An out... a way to have fixed things, but not now... it's too late isn't it? The gun is still smoking but the wound is too deep to even try and stop the blood from seeping away. It's too fucking late... "I'm sorry Brian, please forgive me," Sherry whispered. It's too late... isn't it? Or is it? Maybe it's never too late to say those words. Never Too Late I recently moved to a sheltered home scheme renting through a local Housing Association. That's where I met Gordon, a widower with a heart by- pass which he said made him a little bit immobile. I got to know him doing my bit in the community garden, he would come and sit on the garden swing chair as I tended the garden. In between times I would take a seat and chat with him. I could never have imagined in any shape or form would I ever become involved in an intimate relationship with this guy, for one he was in his seventies, a decade older than I and for two, because of his medical condition. It didn't become apparent that he had an attraction for me when, dressed in shorts and perched upon his seat with thighs parted, I had observed occasionally he scratched himself over his privates. I thought nothing of it because lots of guys do that openly these days, maybe often to announce their masculinity when a girl took their fancy. How could I have know that in Gordon's case it was me! As our discussions grew more regular in the garden I noticed how much more prominently he was rubbing himself as we talked about anything, the weather, the garden, anything. And as I realised it was not just your common or garden scratch I saw each time he had developed a swelling beneath those tight beige shorts which, surprisingly, I felt drawn to. Now Gordon knew I was married, he'd met my wife several times - in the garden and doing his rounds in the flats collecting for charity so I automatically assumed he would never make serious moves in my direction unless given a good reason, He had strong virtues I realised that. But I felt the urge to be with him stronger and stronger oddly enough. What it was lured me to him as a mystery, but Gordon was a really nice guy, never groaned of moaned and had a wonderfully warm disposition, but I did feel he was lonely so perhaps my companionship would make him feel better about life. As our conversations took a more intimate line, he bravely told me about how it was with his wife, that in her later days when her cancer became more imminent, how she lost altogether the need and wanting of sex and how he realised his bi-sexuality. When she died all that was forgotten because of the trauma, he told me, but recently his interest had been restored. I did not ask him why that was but I had a good idea, it was just the way he looked at me when he told me that. So I felt it was just right for me to share some of my darkest secrets with him, because he had been open with me - and anyway I found myself wanting to go that step further because when I questioned him about his medical condition - and how any intimacy would effect that, he simply replied that he still gets the urge, that the doctor said do what his body told him and enjoy life while he was able I did feel empathy towards him and joked that I had noticed that - but when he came out to me when he told me that, there had to be a way to give him some gratification. "Have you ever thought of making it with one of the single women here?" I asked. He smiled and said that he had, but somehow he could not even raise and eyebrow anymore for an older woman, and the younger ones never gave him a second glance anyway, which he said was understandable. I just sat there in silence for a while, did a little more hand weeding in the flower bed nearby, kneeling and bending to reach the offending groundsels and other weeds. I felt a certain surge come over me, like I knew he was watching me with some intensity, but it made me feel good. Gordon continued our conversation as I pulled out the weeds and, occasionally turning my head I noticed just the way he was looking at me bent over, the way he was squeezing himself at quite a pace. I was excited sure enough, found myself stretching over further to pronounce my rear end and then I hear a response. "Bloody lovely" he gasped. I lifted myself back up on my knees and responded: "Pardon?" "Nothing ," he said with a flush, " I was just referring to the flowers." "Which flowers are they then, Gordon? All I can see is weeds" I quizzed. "Alright, Pete," he grinned, "You've got me over a barrel" and I think we both knew what he meant at that point, And my wicked thoughts were saying I wish right now he could have me over a barrel! But it was good, I sat down on a garden chair facing him again. I felt more easy about telling him that my wife and I had not 'indulged' since way back, that although we still loved each other there was not the urge anymore and due to her medical condition, her chronic problems and the like we decided it better to abstain. But that did not mean that my sexual feelings had somehow gone, whether she realised that I did not know but of late I had been involved in a homosexual relationship with this younger guy called Danny who used to come for a morning when the opportunity arose, when my wife was away doing her voluntary stint. I told him that Danny and I had enjoyed several sessions but how somehow we had lost touch and how I did miss that. Gordon empathised with me saying that was not good for man or beast and that perhaps we, both being in similar positions and no doubt like mind, could rectify the problem, "Would you like that, Pete?" he asked eagerly. I decided to join him on the garden swing chair. I think my automatic action gave him my reply, it was quiet, the garden was empty, there was no one else around and we were hidden by the weeping willow trees. I saw that he had been rubbing himself again as we spoke so I simply said:" Perhaps I should do that?" His look was enough, I saw his expression glow and when I moved my hand gently down to him, along the curve of his thigh and up in between he gasped "Oh! Pete- if only you knew." "Knew what?" I asked starting to squeeze him gently through his shorts, feeling the swell more apparent as I did so, it felt lovely and subtle, it had been a long time since I touched Danny, now the thrill returned. "Just how much I have wanted this moment with you, it's a wonder you didn't realise, the aching I have felt for you." I was now massaging him to the full as he gasped, held his head back, his mouth opening and his eyes closing as I gently worked my finger into the opening of his shorts working and edging my fingers up and up along his thigh. But I could not get to him, his shorts were much too tight. I settled for a more firm massage over his shorts, pressing evenly into his crutch, seeing his legs swivel each time I squeezed. His cock was full and mature, he was well equipped I could tell that, even Danny wasn't that large. "Pete, we'd better vamoose into the summer house," Gordon suggested like it was a matter of life and death, well I guess the urge was urgent, the summer house had a lock, we could both strip inside and let go to our hearts content. "Oh! How you are so ready" I said as he quickly stripped down, his cock red and pulsing upwards and down, for a guy of his age he was very well equipped and I knew then how I wanted to feel him fuck me. That was the truth although it even shocked me thinking about it, that I could have got that feeling with a guy that much older, but his cock was ripe as he stood there before me and instinctively I was on my knees once more, this time not weeding the groundsel but sucking ripe cherry pink cock head, because, my feelings getting hotter, I saw he had been circumcised and I had never had a cut guy before. It was a fantastic suck and his bulge certainly filled my mouth. Not at all as I would have imagined, there was a sort of a pungent taste about it, no foreskin to stretch back as I did with Danny, just concentrating on the absolute thrill of prodding that sweet p-hole , recapturing in feeling his bulbous red end wrapped in my tongue as I took him in deep throat, hearing him groan and pant, and there was a lot more to come. "I can see it stretching your cheeks" he muttered in a very gruff voice as his rough hands held my head each side, "Pete I am cuming, I can't hold back, sorry." "Shh!" I summoned, "no problem" and I was happy enough making this old guy so happy. He had a strong spurt as feeling it shudder I released it from my mouth and jerked him firmly until it spat over the wall nice and strong, Gordon gasping that sound of wonderful gratification. I gradually slowed down the jerking and took my hand away, he took over, cradling his well satisfied shrinking cock into his palm saying "thank you, Pete" When he'd restored himself I realised the urge had gone, he said if I wanted for him to do something for me but I replied I was happy to wait until he was ready again. Then we got talking more, he said it would be lovely if I could visit him in his flat and perhaps we could go further. I replied that would be lovely, that I would like that. "Pete?" "Yes, Gordon?" "Can I ask you a very private question?" I felt my whole body tingle knowing it was going to be something very intimate and my hopes were aspired, that he wanted to know if - in so many words- if I would let him fuck me. I replied that I would dearly love that, so long as he wasn't putting his abilities to risk, that we could make it gentle to start with. But I guess anything to do with the sexual act when it comes to reaching that beautiful finale - is anything but gentle. I was to enjoy his cock rising to the occasion, tasting and sucking each bother to our hearts content, and the way he realised I loved for him to suck me was so absolutely thrilling. I'd be all ass for him anyway he wants, the way he found best to stretch my cheeks so wide, and the gorgeous feelings derived from him pressing his mouth deep between my cheeks, sometimes he wanting me to sit on him so he could really enjoy the feel and taste of me. He loved to sniff me up prior to fucking and when I felt his bulk slip up inside, after that lengthy and wonderful sucking of me there, it was simply out of this world, heaven sent. We fucked and fucked and when I returned to my flat, my wife asked as always if I'd enjoyed my gardening.. I always told her I did, that I had done some more planting or weeding as the case may be. Knowing in fact that it had been beautifully proportioned Gordon who had done the planting and deep into me! "You look nice and exhausted now, I'll make you a nice cup of tea?" I settled into my chair feeling that Gordon was still inside me as I snuggled my self into the seat, and his fucks were so deep and gratifying I knew I would have that feeling the whole night through. "Yes please, darling. Two sugars as usual!" I felt at ease with Gordon and was so happy that we had both found a way to make life better for ourselves, it would continue on that basis so the relationship could never be spoiled. There was no need for my wife or anyone else to know of it, but to my pleasure it had been noticed just how much more 'sprightly' Gordon was these days! Someone said that he'd told them how I was teaching him some of the fundamentals about horticulture . "Yes" I replied with a grin only I knew about, I have been teaching him how to prick out in the greenhouse. Never Too Late "Send the next one in please." The next girl interviewing for the job entered the room and walked, or I should say limped, over to my desk. "Hello sir, my name is Angela Wilkins." "Have a seat Ms. Wilkins. My name is John Forrester. The job is as my secretary and personal assistant. Mrs. Hawks is leaving due to her husband being transferred. I need someone quickly, so if you have obligations beyond this week there is no need to interview." "I have no obligations. I lost my last job two weeks ago and could start immediately." "Under what circumstances did you lose that job and what was it?" "I was a personal secretary to a pharmacy owner. When I wouldn't go to bed with him he fired me." "Are you sure that that was the reason Ms. Wilkins?" "That is what he told another worker there. He said that I was teasing him, but I didn't do it intentionally. The other girl let him bed her and kept her job for a while. You must think I am spouting sour grapes. I'm sorry for wasting your time." The girl got up and started toward the door. "Wait a minute miss. I haven't terminated the interview just yet. I can guarantee that you will not be pressured to provide sexual favors here. Do you have a problem with your foot?" "My limp is the result of a broken ankle healing improperly. There is not much that can be done about it, but I can get about okay. Do you mean that you would still hire me?" "Yes I would, as long as you have the skills I require. I need someone who is very organized and able to work without supervision. My office is busy most of the time and I often have to spend much of the day elsewhere. Your resume says that you have taken business and bookkeeping courses with good results and that you have only had the one job since school. I also see that you put yourself through school while caring for a young child." "My daughter Meagan; she is six now and growing like a weed. My parents have done much of the work with her and I could not have done it without them. Unfortunately, Mom is very ill and I need a place with a day care facility such as this one has. I know that I am not as experienced as some applicants will be, but I have an incentive to do a good job." "I have to have someone quickly and everyone else that has applied has to give two weeks notice before they can start. I was out of town when I found out about this and now I am pressed for time. Can you be here tomorrow morning at seven?" "Yes." "Then you have the job as long as you can do it. Be here tomorrow and Mrs. Hawks will show you what the duties are. I expect you to be dressed similarly to how you are now and learn quickly, she only has three days left." The next day started with Angela filling out the paperwork, to include setting it up for her daughter to be delivered to the office after school. Ellington Communications had determined several years ago that many young women were not working because they were unable to afford childcare. Ellington had set up childcare in the office building and took a percentage out of the workers wages similar to health care. The cost was minimal to the company and much less to the workers than any reputable service in town. The childcare had been an unqualified success and all offices in the building were participating. Jobs were hard enough to come by that the service could probably be discontinued, but the worker satisfaction it engendered for such a small price was incalculable. Angela was surprised after working with the departing Mrs. Hawks for several hours to realize that the job was not too difficult as long as she paid attention. She also realized that her new boss, John Forrester, was not the midlevel executive he appeared to be. From all that Angela could see, he owned or was the CEO of Ellington Communications. The man listed as CEO, William Dent, was just a front man and had no actual power in the corporation. All true power went through this office. She was not sure why it was this way, but Angela was sure of it. Angela caught on quickly and by Friday, she was doing the job with Mrs. Hawks observing. "Angela, would you come in here please?" "On my way Mr. Forrester." "Okay, Angela, the big question. Can you do this job and do you want to?" "Would you answer a question for me first Mr. Forrester?" "What is that Angela?" "Why do you let Mr. Dent show as the CEO when you are running the business?" "You saw through me, huh?" "Easily I'm afraid to say. Do you own the company?" "Yes, I do. Easily? Mrs. Hawks has been working for me for three years and she never twigged." "I wouldn't be so sure of that sir. She probably just figured that you had your reasons and left it at that. What about Mr. Dent?" "Bill is actually the best salesman we have. I couldn't sell anything and until I hired him I was having a lot of trouble getting the company going. Having him listed as the CEO means that people who think that they should have access to the boss don't bother me, they get Bill and he deflects them, and usually sells them more stuff at the same time. I couldn't run this place without him. And before you ask, Ellington was the name of the guy I bought the building from. Now, are you going to stay?" "Yes, I believe I will. This job is very rewarding and I can do it. As long as you don't lie to me or try to hide things from me that I need to know, I will do it." "If you think I am hiding something, please ask before getting upset. I may not even know that I am doing it. Welcome aboard Ms. Wilkins." The next couple of weeks passed quickly. Angela proved to be intelligent and insightful. She kept John on schedule and provided a sharp witty sense of humor to the flow of the day. A casual comment about the father of Angela's daughter brought an unusual reaction. Angela would not actually comment on the father, but her obvious distress caused alarm bells to ring in John's head. He quickly dropped the subject with Angela but did some research on the internet later. What he found disturbed him greatly. Angela had been raped. He vaguely remembered the story now. She had been the subject of a police manhunt several years ago in Denver. Reading the stories brought it back to him. Angela had been taken from the street as she was returning home from a friend's house. A dark car had pulled to the curb and two men had jumped out and grabbed her from the sidewalk. A neighbor had seen the abduction and called the police. The car proved to be stolen and was discovered later in a parking garage. No clue was found as to the child's whereabouts or the identity of the abductors. She was 15 at the time. There were no leads or anything until a security guard at the same parking garage heard something from a car that had been left and discovered Angela's bruised and broken body inside. She had been gone for 5 months and was emaciated and pregnant when found. Her rapists were never found. Angela was unable to supply much information as she had been held in a dark room and blindfolded when her captors wanted to use her. Her ankle had apparently been broken in the car door when she was abducted and just bandaged during her internment. Attempts were made to repair the damage, but resulted in limited mobility. Her parents would not allow her to have an abortion and moved away to an unknown area as soon as Angela was released from the hospital. John was surprised that they had not changed their name when they relocated. Now he knew why Angela did not want to discuss the child's father and he kept his new knowledge to himself. The fact that Angela had moved on and was trying to build a life for herself and her daughter spoke volumes about her character. Disaster struck three weeks after Angela started working at Ellington. She was called by a neighbor telling her that there were fire engines at her parent's house. "Mr. Forrester, may I speak with you please?" "Certainly Angela, come on in." "Mr. Forrester, I have a problem. A neighbor just called me to say that there are fire trucks at my parent's house and I cannot get through to them. May I leave to see what I can do?" "Of course you may Angela. Do you have a way to get there? I know that your father usually drives you to work and picks you up." "No I don't. I guess that I can get a cab or something." "Let me take you. Maybe I can help." When they got to the house, they saw that it was almost totally destroyed, including the garage and storage shed. The policeman they talked to said that it looked as if the fire started at the storage shed and quickly spread to the garage and then the house. Apparently, the fire started shortly after eight in the morning. No one had come out of the house. Angela said that when her father returned from taking her to work and Meagan to school, that he usually returned to bed for an hour or so before beginning his day. Her mother was bedridden and her father's day was mostly taken up with caring for her. Her mother had been on oxygen and that seemed to have caused the fire to spread very rapidly. Angela was devastated. Further questioning showed that she had no knowledge of her parent's finances or insurance, or much of anything. The house had belonged to her grandparents who had passed away a few years ago. She knew of no other relatives in the area, there should be some of her mother's people around somewhere; but Angela had had no contact with any of them. Her parents had been shielding her from inquiries about her ordeal. The police offered to put Angela and Meagan up in a shelter for the night. She had no money and everything she owned was gone. There had only been one paycheck from Ellington so far and that had been given to her father. She had no bank account of her own and no access to her parent's account. She and Meagan had been living in the garage apartment. She had a driver's license but no car. John offered to put them up until other arrangements could be made. The next few days were a nightmare for Angela. Meagan cried for hours when she found out about her grandparents and Angela seemed to be in a daze. When she finally got access to her father's bank account, she discovered that there were almost no savings and the insurance had lapsed on the house. All she was left with was the empty lot the house used to be on and what she had taken to work that day. John took her to Walmart for essential supplies for her and Meagan and was patient as the shattered woman tried to go on with her life. It was only a few days before she got back to work and started to pick up the pieces. The firefighters' fund took care of the funerals and the city razed the property after the cause of the fire was determined to be oily rags in the storage shed. One week after the fire, Angela asked John over dinner what she should do next. "The first thing we need to do is to get you some transportation. After that we can see about more permanent housing. You and Meagan may stay here as long as you need to, but I am sure that you would like to have your own place." "I don't know how I can thank you Mr. Forrester; you keep doing so much for us." "Here in the house, please call me John and you don't have to do anything to thank me. I am glad that I can help." "Well, I think so. If nothing else, it will be good for you to have me out of the house so you can get back to dating. You haven't had a date since we have been here." "Don't worry about it Angela, I don't date." "Why not John? You are a very handsome man and I am sure that most of the women at the office would be glad to go out with you, and they don't even know that you own the company." "That fact is to remain a secret Angela. I would have to beat off the gold diggers with a bat if that were known. As it is I have to discourage way too many women." "Why do you discourage them John, are you gay?" "No I am not gay; I just don't want to get involved with a woman. I can see no benefits to being married. Now please drop that subject." "If you wish John; I don't understand, but I don't need to." Life went on. The next crisis was less than a week later. "Mr. Forrester, you have a call on line one, your sister." "I don't have a sister Angela. It must be a mistake or some kind of crank." "Okay sir, I'll take care of it." She came into his office later and sat in the chair without asking. "What was that about sir? Why did you lie to me?" "What are you talking about Angela? How did I lie to you?" "You are not the only one who can use the internet sir. Yes, I know that you know about me and Meagan, I know because you quit asking; no one quits asking that quickly. Plus you did not say anything when I mentioned your love life the other night. You already knew that the last thing I would want would be a dirty man pawing at me. Back to today; you do have a sister, Elizabeth Miller, and she is very sad. When I told her what you said, she cried. Then she asked me if you were seeing anyone and when I told her about our conversation, she cried harder and kept saying that she was sorry before she hung up. Now I need to know the story, at least to some extent, so that I can deal with her in the future." John sat there stunned; this girl was a lot sharper than he had given her credit for. Keeping her in the dark was no longer an option. How could he tell her without telling too much? "Okay Angela, you're right, I do have a sister. She said something to me when I was 17 that hurt me very deeply and I haven't spoken to her since. When she calls again, and she will, tell her that I forgave her a long time ago. Tell her that I could not stay mad at her for telling me the truth, but my shame will not let me talk to her or see her. That is really all I wish to say on the subject for now. I have not bothered you about your ordeal because I did not wish to pry, please give the same consideration to me." "I will for now sir, because you have been so kind to me and Meagan. I will tell her what you said, but if she continues to call I will not lie to her." "Fair enough Angela; and I am sorry about lying to you, it has become a habit with my secretaries. None of the others bothered to check on it." "So you have been keeping away from her for what, seventeen years?" "Yes, now that I think of it, it has been that long. If that has been taken care of for now, have you made the arrangements for the conference in Phoenix?" "Yes sir, you are booked into the Radisson with Mr. Dent in the adjoining suite. They are expecting you to address them on the second day and several of the organizers are looking forward to talking about some of our new products. You and Mr. Dent should be able to sell quite a bit in four days." "As I told you before, I don't sell shit, Bill does all of that. I am there as a techno weenie for him to show off. I haven't developed anything new for years, but I do know everything we sell. While I am gone, I will keep in touch via E-mail and phone. Oh, by the way, your new car will be in the garage tonight. It's not really new, a 2002 Dodge Stratus should meet your needs pretty well though don't you think?" "Mr. Forrester, I did not give you enough money to buy that nice a car. You said that you would be sure that I got a good deal, not that you were going to buy it for me. I can't pay back that much." "You don't have to pay back anything Angela. You said that you wanted to sell the lot your parent's house was on, so I bought it and put a little of the money into getting you a good dependable car." "I don't know how to thank you sir." "Just keep on doing the good job you have been doing and that will be thanks enough. Have you found any apartments in the area?" "Josie down in childcare says that there are some units becoming available in her complex, but it may be another month or more until they are ready. I really like her complex because it is the only one that I can afford that has full time security. I am sure that you understand why I want that for Meagan." "Yes, I do. That will be fine Angela, let me know when you are ready so I can help. Is there anything else for now?" "No sir, that does it for the day. I'll go down and get Meagan and meet you in the garage." When John got back from the conference he was fuming. The whole four days he had been fighting off women trying to get into bed with him. Even the fake wedding ring did no good because they all knew that he wasn't married from the program. If this kept up he would have to stop going to conferences. Bill Dent didn't help any by having at least one woman in his room every night. John hoped his wife was alright with it, but he had never asked her or really ever even spoken to her. Pamela Dent was a very assertive woman who did not deal well with shy retiring people like John. Sitting at breakfast the next day watching Angela deal with Meagan gave him an idea. He thought about it and all the pro's and cons for hours. He barely was able to respond to questions all morning After lunch, Angela finally cornered him in his office. "Okay Mr. Forrester, what is bothering you? You have barely been here all morning and we have quite a bit of work to do today. If you don't get with it we may be here all night." John looked up at her and asked, "Angela, have you considered getting married?" "What has that got to do with anything? You know how I feel about men, or at least you should know. The answer is no, I have no plans to ever get married. The very thought of sharing my bed with a man makes me ill." "Have you thought about women, taking a female lover?" "Any thought of sex brings pain and shame. I don't want to do any of it. Now why are you asking me this?" "Would you be willing to marry me if I promise not to try to have sex with you?" "Marry you? Why would you want to marry me? Are you hoping to get to Meagan, is that why you don't want women, you like little girls?" "NO!! Not that! I don't want sex at all, just like you. I have been having a lot of trouble keeping women away and I will have an excuse if I am married. That is all. The gays call it a beard. I would take care of you and Meagan without asking anything in return except that you stay with me and provide me with a ready-made family to keep the wolves and gold diggers away. I would provide college money for Meagan and also for you if you want to continue with school. You would keep the rooms you are staying in now and would not have to have any more contact with me than you do now. I can adopt Meagan if you wish and make her my heir. I will never have one otherwise. I just keep thinking that we are a perfect match that way. I don't love you, but I do have a high level of respect for you." "You are serious. You hate women so much that you would enter into a loveless marriage just to spite them." "I don't hate women per say, I just don't want to have a sexual relationship with one." "I have to think about this, and I would definitely have to talk to Meagan about it." "Of course Angela, I would not expect any less from you." Angela went back to her desk and sat and thought for about an hour. She then went down to the daycare facility where Meagan had just arrived from school. They talked for almost an hour before Angela returned to the office. "Mr. Forrester, do you have time to talk?" "Yes Angela, come on in." Angela entered the office, hesitantly for the first time in a while. "Did you mean everything you said before; that we would be married but without the sex?" "Yes I did Angela. The more I think about it the better I like the idea; heck, we wouldn't even have to move you in. I would just make sure that you and Meagan are better cared for. You would want for nothing." "Well, I have been thinking about it, and I have some conditions before I will say yes. I know this may be Never Too Late presumptive of me, but I can't do it any other way." "Go ahead Angela, I won't guarantee to agree to all of them, but I can't say one way or the other until I hear them." "Okay, there has to be a prenuptial contract. I don't want people to think that I am marrying you for your money. To keep that idea going you are going to have to be nice to me in public, hugs and kisses and 'sweetie' and things like that for at least a month before the wedding. You also have to keep it up for at least a while afterwards. I will do the same to you except in the office. I also want to continue to work here. I may have to switch to another executive to keep propriety, but I would hope not as you have the most exciting work in the company." John was nodding at each declaration as if agreeing. "Those things are somewhat negotiable, at least in degree, but the next two are not. You have to make up with your sister. She called while you were gone and we had a very long conversation. She loves you and misses you and her son John would like to get to know his namesake. When I told her what you said about her just telling you the truth, she just about screamed my ear deaf. I don't know what she said to make such an impact, but she regrets it with every fiber of her being. The last item is that I need to know what the big secret is and why you don't want a sexual relationship of any kind." "Now I'm the one who has to think for a while. We'll talk later tonight. I can understand your conditions, I just don't know if I can comply with them. Okay Angela?" "That is fine sir. I'll see you at home. Right now I've got some work to do that hasn't been getting done because someone who shall remain nameless took my mind off of work." That evening after Meagan had gone to bed Angela returned to the family room and sat in the armchair next to John's. "Have you had enough time John?" "Yes, I think I have. The first items are easily dealt with. The prenup might not be as restrictive as you want, but there will be one. I agree with that mostly because I can see you discovering Lancelot prancing by and wishing you had waited. No matter what is in the agreement though, Meagan will be taken care of the best that I can. I already love her and see suitors around every corner. If you let me adopt her, it will be the happiest day of my life. As you said, the stickers are the last two items. I'll do it if Elizabeth will." "She will." "And the last item relates to the previous. I want you to know just how difficult this is. I have kept this hidden for most of my life and telling you is possibly the hardest thing I have ever done. I am beginning to care a lot for you and I want you to stay around, and this is the only way I can do it." John stopped to take a breath. "At the end of my senior year of high school I was in the shower after mowing the lawn. Elizabeth had just gotten back from her first year of college and I was not used to her being in the house, so I had not locked the bathroom door. I had been very meticulous about that for the last few years. As I stepped out of the shower Elizabeth opened the door and walked in. For the first time since I had been very little she saw me nude. Of course she looked down at my crotch before I could cover it. Her reaction was what I had expected. She pointed at my dick and burst out laughing. I shall remember her words to the end of my life. "Damn John, what the hell is that little thing? There is no way any woman is ever going to want you with no more than that to use." "I was humiliated and I have not spoken to her since. That was 17 years ago and I remember it as if it was yesterday. Unfortunately, she was correct; my penis is very small and would not do anything for a woman, so I have stayed away from women up until now. The only way I can tell you about it is because I know that it will make you feel more comfortable being here with me. Even if I wanted to do anything to you, I couldn't do any harm. I do have hormones and urges, but I suppress them. This is the dark secret that I have guarded jealously for all these years. Are you still willing to marry me?" "Don't we make a pair? We both fear sex, but for different reasons. All I get from sex is pain, which is all I have ever felt. You fear the rejection from sex for what are probably very good reasons. I will marry you, partly because the thought of marrying a normal man scares me to tears. Maybe between both of our fears we can be happy, or at least not be miserable." The shows of affection went slowly. The first time John touched her without warning Angela jumped and yelped. It took almost half and hour to calm her back down. After that, John always said something before touching her. Their first public kiss was almost as bad, and John decided to do that very rarely. There was no way to do this without someone being in on the deal to some extent. William Dent's secretary, Rose, was the office gossip. She already knew something about John's problem with women, not the real problem, but she knew that there was one. Angela had also confided some of her history to Rose shortly after starting to work at Ellington. Angela went to lunch with her right away and gave her a version of the story near enough to the truth to be uncomfortable for both parties, and swore her to secrecy; which of course meant that most of the company knew it the next day. The idea was to stop the rumor mongers before they started. This way everyone knew that it was more a marriage of convenience than love, but that Angela was not latching onto John for his money. This would not stop all of the gossip of course, but it would give them some degree of respectability. Their home life became much looser, and they made the changes needed for Angela and Meagan to be permanent residents at the house. John had bought the house about 10 years before and had it fixed up. The house was a Victorian style on Highland Avenue just down from Kossuth Street in an older but still very nice neighborhood. There were seven bedrooms along with a very large family room, library, front parlor, living room and formal dining room. The remodeling had expanded the master bedroom into a suite with a Jacuzzi and added another large bathroom between two of the other three bedrooms on the second floor. There were three bedrooms and a small half bath on the third floor. John had also had an exercise room added to the three-car garage and a game room with large screen TV, pool table, and sauna in the basement. Angela did not move into the master suite with John, but she and Meagan did do some decorating in their two rooms and bath. One evening over dinner Meagan looked at John and asked, "If you are going to marry mommy, does that mean I can call you daddy?" "I would be very proud if you were to call me daddy darling, but you only do it if you want to. Do you want me to be your daddy sweetheart?" "I think so John, you are almost as nice as grampa was. Will I be Meagan Forrester?" "Once again dear, only if you want to. As far as I am concerned, I am your father and you can call me what ever you want to honey." "I would like that I think...daddy. Does that mean that I am not a bastard anymore?" Angela jumped up and ran to hug Meagan. "Baby, where did you hear that?" "The kids at school said that if mommy wasn't married then I was a bastard." "Honey, you are not and never were a bastard. I will explain it all to you when you are older, but John and I are going to send you to a new school starting next year. It is a private school and they are only going to know you as Meagan Forrester. John will be your daddy and no one ever needs to know about before. Will that be okay Meagan?" "Okay mommy. I like John and I do want him to be my daddy." John had already been in contact with a very nice private school about Meagan, and he reminded himself to make sure they had her listed as Forrester. One evening, several days later, Angela and John were sitting in the family room watching TV. They had gotten into a routine where after dinner they took some time to talk to and pay attention to Meagan, then after she was in bed they would retire to the family room with coffee and watch TV for a while before they went to bed. The movie on this evening was R rated and half way through Angela looked over at John. "John, do movies like this make you uncomfortable?" "What do you mean uncomfortable?" "Do you get excited seeing women nearly nude like this? And if you do, what do you do about it? Do you masturbate?" "Angela!" "Come on John, it is a valid question. You said that you have normal urges, what do you do about them?" "Well what about you? Do you masturbate? Does seeing a movie like this get you excited?" "No, it doesn't and I don't. Do you want to know what I feel when I think about sex? Do you want to know more about what happened to me? I'll tell you if you want me to, but you may not like what you hear." "I do want to hear it, not for curiosity as much as to better understand you. I want to keep from hurting you by accident, and I can't do that without knowing more about what you went through. To answer your question first; yes I do get excited and no I do not masturbate. I just repress the urge. I tried it when I was younger and it brought no relief, just shame, so I don't do that anymore. The best time of my life was when I convinced my doctor to prescribe a chemical castration drug like they use on sex criminals. It was fantastic, I felt so much relief. He wouldn't continue the prescription saying that it was not healthy and I should buck up and deal with my problem like a man. I almost hit him I was so angry. Needless to say I stopped going to him. I have been trying to get up the courage to make the castration real, but I haven't been able to yet. But I may do it now, just to make you feel safer." "Don't do that John. I do feel safe with you and I don't want you to hurt your health for me. This is very difficult for me so please don't interrupt. It is not that I don't remember, or that I don't think about it all the time, because I do, it is just that talking about it makes it real again, and not just a nightmare. My best friend Helen lived on the street behind mine. I would usually walk around the block because there was a mean dog in the alley that I didn't want to walk by. As I got to the corner, a car pulled to the curb and two men jumped out and ran toward me. I didn't have time to move before one of them grabbed me around the waist and put a damp rag on my face. I barely remember them tossing me into the back of the car, but I was not all the way in before they slammed the door shut. My foot caught in the door and the force broke my ankle. They just pulled me in and closed the door again as I screamed and passed out. The next thing I remember I was lying naked on a bed and one of the men was on top of me shoving his dick into me. The pain of the rape was almost as much as the pain from my ankle. They had tied me to the bed and didn't even realize that my ankle was broken. I passed out again and woke back up as another of them fucked me. I don't know how long this cycle kept up. Every time I woke up one of them was fucking me and my ankle was hurting so much I would pass out again. I guess one of them figured out what was going on because when I finally woke up and stayed awake my right leg was not tied anymore and there was a tight bandage on my ankle. They did not let up on me though, it is just that I stayed awake the next few times they raped me. After the first few days, they settled into a routine. In the morning they would each rape me and then whoever was last would tie me sitting up on the toilet. I would be fed and watered then left there for the day. I was always blindfolded and my hands were always bound with leather cuffs and my good leg was usually chained as well. When they would get back I was fed and watered again, then they would hose me down to clean me off, and then take me back to the bed and rape me some more. Some times they would bring in friends and sell me to them. One night they threw a party and I was fucked all night. They had a harness they put on my face that kept me from biting them as they fucked my mouth. A lot of the time they would have just fucked my ass before they used my mouth. I got used to the taste of my own shit. My ankle hurt for a long time, but it eventually quit. The doctors later said that the nerves were finally destroyed. I had no way to know how long I had been there, but I soon realized that I was pregnant because I never had a period. Since they kept me blindfolded I knew that they were probably going to let me go, but there were many times I wanted them to just kill me. One morning one of them said that he knew that I was pregnant and he was going to let me go so that if the child was his, he wouldn't kill it. He put the damp rag on my face again and the next thing I remember I was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. My time in the hospital was not a lot better except that I was not being raped anymore. They had to re-break my ankle to make it so I could walk again. There was too much damage for it to be fixed all the way. My mother would not let me have an abortion. She said that the baby should not have to die for the father's sins. The men were never found, and the thought that they could be looking at me at any time drove me crazy. My mother grew up in Lafayette and as soon as I was released from the hospital, we moved here. I was able to finish school without anyone knowing my story, but I stayed away from people so they wouldn't ask questions. You are the only person here that I have talked to about this. To answer your original question, yes I do feel some excitement from these movies, but I do not masturbate either. All I get from sex is pain. I never felt anything but pain when those men were on me and I have trouble washing down there, let alone playing with it." By the time she was done with the story Angela was crying openly. John wasn't sure what to do, he wanted to go over and hold Angela and comfort her, but he was afraid that it would not be received in the manner given. Instead he got up and went to the bar and made her a drink. Angela liked pina coladas so there was always mix ready for it. When he handed it to her, she took a big drink and coughed from the shock of the alcohol. "Damn John, you don't have to get me drunk. I hope you don't regret your idea now. The thought of staying with someone as nice and understanding as you makes me feel safer than I have for a long, long time. Meagan is real excited to finally have a daddy like the other kids. Have I disgusted you John?" "You haven't dear, but those sons o' bitches better hope I never know who they are. I just wish that there were some way to do something more for you." "You have done quite a bit so far. I don't really know of anything else that you could do." "Hello, is this Elizabeth Miller?" "Yes it is, may I help you?" "Probably not Liz, this is John." "John...JOHN, is that really you?" "Yes Liz. Angela convinced me to call you. She said she wouldn't marry me unless I made up with you. I'm sorry for all of the pain I have caused." "No John, no; I'm the one who is sorry. I was so mean and I wish with all my being that I had never said such an evil thing to you. I love you John. Wait a minute; did you say that you were going to get married?" "Yes, Angela and I are going to be married in a few months time. She said that I had been cruel to you and that she would not marry me unless I made up with you. I have wanted to for a long time, but I could never get up the courage to call." "Does she know why you wouldn't talk to me?" "Yes, that was the other condition. I had to let her in on the big secret. I would have had to anyway; she needed to know why I wanted to marry her." "So she doesn't mind your problem? I knew that there would be someone for you if you were patient. It doesn't take size to make a woman happy." "You misunderstand Elizabeth. We have not been intimate; we never will. Angela does not want sex with a man. I can't tell you her story, she'll have to do that herself, but my condition is a plus for her because of it. I hate to ask you a favor already, but Angela and I would like you to be at the wedding, and she will not travel to anywhere near Denver. Would you fly here for the wedding? I'll pay for the ticket for you and for your son as well if he is willing to come. Are you in a relationship, and would he like to come?" "No John, I haven't been in a relationship for a long time now. After my husband left I kind of let myself go and no man is willing to stick around very long. Your nephew Johnny would love the chance to meet you, and we will come to see you and this amazing woman as soon as I can get a plane there. I miss you so much John, I can't wait to see you again. I have been there before, I have seen what a success you have made of yourself and I was so sorry that I could not share that with you. Will you pick us up at the airport?" "Take it easy Liz. Angela and I will be in Indy to pick you up, just call her at the office to say when you will be in. I am looking forward to seeing you again and to meeting your son." "I named him after you John, so that I would have a reminder of the tragic mistake I had made." "That is all in the past Liz. Call Angela when you get a flight, goodbye for now." Standing in the arrival area with Angela and Meagan, Meagan between them holding both of their hands, was one of the hardest things he had ever done. John was so scared he was fidgeting and had an almost uncontrollable urge to run away. The only thing that stopped him was Meagan's utter joy at the idea of meeting her soon to be Aunt and Cousin. She kept asking questions to which John would have to answer, "I don't know dear. I am sure that they will love you, but I don't know much about them anymore." Angela was almost as nervous as John and answered her own barrage of questions in almost the same manner as John did. Finally, the public address system announced the arrival of their flight and people started streaming out of the security area. A tall bleached blonde with wide hips dressed in very good clothes and a slender young man stepped through the barrier and headed directly for the trio. John thought that it might be Elizabeth and her son, but she looked so different from what his memory showed. She had gained at least 50 pounds and most of it was on her hips. The boy looked nothing like her. He was slender and dark, almost a Mediterranean complexion with black hair down to his shoulders. "Is that Johnny daddy? He's cute." "I think so dear." Just then the woman saw him and came rushing over with her arms outstretched. "John! Thank god, I was afraid that this day would never come." By this time she had reached them and grabbed John in a crushing hug; Elizabeth put her head on John's shoulder and cried. It had been so long since John had actually held a woman in his arms that he wasn't sure what to do with his hands. Having his sister crying on his shoulder didn't help any either. He could feel her brassier bound breasts pushing against his upper abdomen. The fact that this gave him an erection meant little, he always had an erection when a woman was near. That it was his sister meant nothing, he had not seen her for 17 years and there was no sense of shame there for that, just the normal shame he always felt at getting hard. The boy stood there looking uncomfortable with his hands hanging loosely. Meagan came to the rescue by stepping forward and taking the boy's left hand in both of hers. "Are you going to be my cousin? John says that he is going to be my daddy so you will be my cousin. Do cousins like each other? I've never had a cousin before; I hope that you will like me. My name is Meagan and I will be seven next month, how old are you?" Never Too Late The poor boy was overwhelmed. "Whoa there little one; I am Johnny and I just turned 12. My mom says that yes, you will be my cousin, and I hope we like each other. You are very pretty Meagan and I would like to get to know you." He looked behind the young girl, "are you Angela? Mom says that you are a miracle worker and that we have you to thank for her brother getting back together with her." "Yes I am, but he wanted to do it, I just gave him a reason to. Why don't we go get your luggage and let them have a little time? The luggage area is down this escalator here, come on Meagan, you can meet Elizabeth later." Angela started off with her normal limp and Meagan hurried to catch up. Johnny didn't say anything, he had no idea what was wrong with Angela, but he was polite enough not to ask. When they got back, with Angela holding one bag, Johnny with two, and Meagan had the smallest bag in her arms. Elizabeth had moved back from John, still crying and looking him in the eyes. "Come on folks, let's get to the car, it's a long way home." The new airport in Indy was much better organized than the old one. Shuttle busses took them to the parking area and everyone fit easily into John's 300C. The big car cruised along the almost constantly under construction highway. John could not ever remember going south to Indianapolis without there being a portion of 65 lined with orange barrels. The conversation during the ride centered on the plans for the wedding. Some was given to the status of the brother's and sister's lives. Elizabeth was a practicing Psychologist, but she was unhappy with the way the other partners in her firm were treating her. She was currently looking to join a new team or to split out on her own. That evening after the kids were in bed they sat at the kitchen table with coffee. "Okay kids, what is going on here? I saw upstairs that you have separate rooms. Do you not sleep together?" "No Liz, we don't. One of the reasons that we are getting married is because neither Angela nor I want to have sex. We both hate it." "One, John, how would you know? From what I can tell you have never had sex. And what about you Angela, you have a daughter, but have you ever been made love to?" "Sis, there is something else you need to know. Angela has agreed to let you in on this. Do you remember about seven years ago there was a big to do in the Denver area about an abducted girl?" "Yes, I think I do, her name was...Oh my god, that was you, wasn't it Angela?" "Yes Elizabeth, it was. They kept me for five months and abused and raped me the whole time. The only thing I can thank them for is that none of them had aids. One of them is Meagan's father. That is all I know about sex, and more than I ever wanted to know. John says that he doesn't want sex with me, so I am willing to marry him." "That was a horrible thing that happened to you Angela, but that was just brutality. You are wrong on another count too, John won't ask you for sex, but he most certainly does want to." "Is that true John?" "Unfortunately yes; that is why I want to get the castration, so I will lose the urge." "NO! There is no way you should do that John. It is unhealthy and there is no way to reverse it." "Why would I want to reverse it? I don't want these urges. I can't make a woman happy as I am. Angela is the perfect mate for me because she won't ask me for something I can't give her." "This is not right kids. If you two don't fix this between you there are going to be a lot of problems around here. I hate like hell to say this, but as it is now I would have to suggest that you call off the wedding. The way you two are throwing off pheromones this place is dangerous. I can already feel it and it will only get worse. The things that will happen include Meagan becoming very sexually active as soon as she reaches menarche. If we visit very often her first conquest will probably be Johnny, he won't be able to resist the atmosphere any more than she will. The other is that one of you will become suicidal. I'm not sure which will break first, but one of you will. The stresses caused by living with each other will be too much." "Elizabeth, surely you are making too much of this. We are not causing any problems like that; we just don't want to have sex with each other." "Wrong again Angela. I love you because you gave me my brother back, but this situation is no good. You are both repressing too much. We need to fix it before there is any harm done." "Well what do you suggest Sis? If I have to keep fighting off women at the conventions I will quit going, and that will hurt the business." "You two need to sleep together. Do you masturbate often John?" "That is twice as often that I have been asked that by a woman than I ever expected to be. As I told Angela, I don't do that. There is no pleasure in it for me. I stopped a long time ago. Before you ask, Angela doesn't either. All she has ever known of sex is pain." "No wonder this place is so rich. You both need to empty your glands. You need to get laid." "No way Elizabeth. John would never hurt me that way." "It doesn't have to hurt Angela. It is supposed to feel good. The best way to start would probably be to get John off first and then do you. As wrong as it is, I'll help you both if you will let me." "Great sis, you get Angela to enjoy sex and then she'll want a real man and leave me. I can't bear to be alone again. Leave us be Elizabeth. We don't need your help." "No, what you both need is to see a psychiatrist for some real deep therapy. There is more to making a woman happy than having a big dick John. My husband is a good example of that. He was large, and didn't give a damn about my pleasure. Any satisfaction I got from sex with him was purely accidental. You do love Angela, don't you John?" "I do Liz, more than I thought possible. I don't know what I would do without her now and Meagan has her hand securely around my heart too." "Then please let me help. If you go on the way you are now it will be a disaster and hurt a lot of people. Will you work with me John? Remember, this is pretty much what I do for a living." "I don't know if I can do that Sis, but I am willing to try. How about you Angela, will you try too?" "I love you too John and I will do my best. Just remember that I may panic and not have control all the time. Even after we have been touching for a couple of months now, if you don't warn me I get frightened." "You should have had professional help long ago Angela. That the hospital and police did not do that is criminal; rape is bad enough, what you went through had to be traumatizing to the extreme. I understand why John loves you though, because you have never quit. Let's go up to your room John and see what we can do." When they were all in John's room Elizabeth directed him to shuck down to his skivvies and lay on the bed. By the time he did he was almost crying. "How old were you when you were abducted 'Angela?" "Fifteen." "Did you have any experience with boys before that? Any dates or making out?" "No, none before or after. John was the first man to kiss me last week." "Damn! Are you willing to undress to your undies like John? It will probably make him feel a lot better if you do." "Okay, I guess, but only if you do too." As Angela took her shirt off Elizabeth got a look at her abdomen and gasped. John heard and looked at her as well. Angela had numerous round scars on her belly. She had a confused expression for a moment, then looked down and said, "oh yeah, one guy said that I made a great ashtray. I had totally forgotten about that. There is more on my back and ass." "Didn't they try to do anything about them at the hospital?" "No, they had all they could do to reconstruct my ankle and rectum; there wasn't time to fix something like this. Most of the sores had healed when I was found." "Okay honey, we will have to sit down and talk about this sometime, but for now let's concentrate on John. Sit on the bed by his hips facing his head. Just run your hand up and down his chest to start. I'll do the same on this side. Feel how strong and lean he is. This is how a man is supposed to feel. Most guys today let themselves go and have a lot of extra around the abdominal area; love handles they call it. Don't try to do anything sexual, just get a feel for my handsome brother." "Why haven't you tried dating John?" "Because it would be too painful Liz; all I needed was for another woman to laugh at me to throw me into total despair. Have we done enough for now, can I get dressed?" "I am really sorry about that John; I was young and full of myself then. If you had been careful, you should have been able to find someone who would love you and overlook this minor problem." "That's a real good description Liz. A minor, small, problem. I didn't try because even if I did find someone who could see past it, I knew that it would never last. As soon as she found someone bigger she would be gone; I've seen enough on the internet to know that women want size, the bigger the better. That is why I'm skeptical about this now. I don't want to lose Angela." "Don't worry about that John, there is no way I will ever let any man touch me but you. If you can look beyond the scars and shame I bear, then I can ignore your shame. Please be patient with me. I want to make you feel good, but I don't know how." "That's why I am here Angela. I'm going to show you and John how to please the other, sex can be great as long as there is affection involved. Now you need to move your hands a little lower and we will slowly pull his boxers down. Not too fast, we don't want to spook him." "Please Elizabeth, can we stop now? Isn't this enough for the first time?" "No John, not yet. Are you on contraceptives Angela?" "No, I never saw a need for them." "Well do you two want to have kids of your own? Have you even talked about it?" "No, we haven't, it just never came up." "Boy oh boy, you guys really aren't ready to be married. Even if you did want kids, you need to choose when, not just let it happen. Well that's a subject for another day, for now we will be careful." "Oh John, this is not that bad sweetie, it should be large enough to please Angela; and it is so hard. You could break rocks with this thing. Stroke it Angela, easy does it." "How long has it been since you have shot off John?" "Years, I try not to do that." "Well in that case, this first one is probably going to hurt. Don't worry though, after this it will feel good." "AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!" "Here it comes Angela, damn, will you look at that? It's a good thing that didn't go into you, that is quadruplets for sure." "Stay here and stroke him gently Angela, I'm going to get a washrag and a towel. Damnation John, I hope all your loads aren't like that one, poor Angela will never be able to swallow it all." When Elizabeth got back, Angela was sitting and looking at John's still hard penis. She was stroking it slowly with a bemused expression. Liz cleaned up the mess and then leaned over and took John's cock into her mouth. His modest size let her play with her tongue and lips more than she had ever been able to with her husband. The sensations flowing from his genitals had John rapidly ready to shoot again, only minutes after his first. Once again, the amount was more than Elizabeth was used to and although she tried to get it all, some white liquid escaped from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips, "Wow, what a load. It is good tasting too Angela, you will like it I am sure. It is always best to swallow; no matter what they say, a man sees spitting as rejection, and John doesn't need any more of that. Now it is your turn Angela, please get on the bed and stretch out. Come over here John and explore your fiancés body. She needs gentle care and love, so just caress and explore for what makes her feel good." "Can we take off these panty hose dear? Why do you wear such heavy ones anyway?" "You will see when they are gone. It takes heavy or dark ones to hide the scars. Go ahead and take them off, you do it Elizabeth, be gentle." As the hose came down revealing white granny panties, they also revealed a fine network of scars crisscrossing what should have been beautiful slender legs. There were also more of the circular cigarette burns on her upper thighs. The area around her right ankle was almost nothing but scar tissue. By the time the hose were completely off Elizabeth was softly crying. "It's okay Liz, they don't hurt anymore, but you can see why I didn't think anyone would want to be with me now. Can we stop now? I don't know how much more I can stand." "Just a little more dear, can we take the bra off?" "Only if you do too Elizabeth; John should have a nice set to look at." "Oh damn, well, in for a penny, in for a pound." Elizabeth reached back and removed her brassier. Her medium sized tits slumped to her ribcage. John's dormant cock raised its blunt head again. He continued caressing Angela's neck and shoulder area as his sister reached around and unhooked the plain white bra on Angela. As the bra was pulled away, more scars were revealed. Some of these were obviously bite marks. "Are you disgusted with me now John? How can you look at me and feel anything else?" "I just love you dear, and I truly want to make you happy." "Come on John, haven't you at least fantasized what it would be like to have a naked woman to play with? Wouldn't you like to explore and see everything you can about her?" John and Elizabeth proceeded to kiss and lick their way down Angela's body. At one point Liz was suckling on Angela's right tit while John was paying attention to the back of her left knee when Angela suddenly stiffened and let out a very loud moan with a kind of cough at the end. "Damn girl, we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet. Did you come?" "I think so Liz, it built and built till I thought I was going to explode, then this feeling of utter joy suffused me and suddenly the tension released. Is that an orgasm?" "Sounds like one to me kid, would you like another?" "No, not right now; let me get a little perspective on it first. I think that it is your turn now. Change places with me and let your little brother see what a woman is supposed to be like." "But Angela, he is my brother, we aren't supposed to be doing things like this." "It didn't stop you from giving him a blow job Liz. Now get up here and let us both play. If you don't, it is all over. The only way I can let myself go enough to do this is if you are here; without you we are done." "Okay Angela, have fun." Elizabeth got up on the bed and lay down on her back. John couldn't believe it, after years of not touching a woman; he now had two asking him to feel them. He started at Elizabeth's neck and slowly moved down. Angela was doing the same on the other side, just as Elizabeth had done to her. As John was tonguing her belly button Angela grabbed the waistband of Elizabeth's panties and looked over at John. He nodded and took hold of the other side. Together they pulled the panties down and off the reclining woman. John was seeing his first naked pussy. The light brown hair curling on her mound was a very strong point of interest. Her legs were only slightly parted and John could not see more than a little of the mysteries hidden below the hair. "Elizabeth dear, there is one thing that I have heard about that I really wanted to try but I couldn't. Do you think that it would be alright if I were to perform cunnilingus on you?" "Say what? Do you want to eat me? I haven't had that since college; my husband wouldn't even consider it." "Well, some of the stories I've read on line say that some guys enjoy it, and I always wanted to try, but...well" "You didn't want to take the chance that they might want more, huh John?" "I couldn't do that, no." His sister didn't answer; she just raised her knees and spread her legs. "Go ahead John," Angela said. "I've never even heard of this before. Are you going to do to her as I had to do to all of those stinking cocks? That always hurt my mouth and the taste was horrible." "That was rape Angela, when done properly oral sex can be a lot of fun. I really enjoyed having John's cock in my mouth and tasting him. I hope that he likes doing this too." John didn't say anything else, he probably didn't even hear the conversation between the two women he was so enraptured by the sight before him. As his sister opened her legs, the treasure between them was revealed. There was a vertical crease with two plump lips a small bump peaking out at the top. Crenellations of flesh hung out from the gash leaking small pearls of liquid. John reached a hand out and parted the fur surrounding the area so that he could see her secret spot better. "God, that is so beautiful. I've seen cunts on the internet but they never looked this good. That smell is neat too." Without saying anything further, John leaned forward for his first taste of pussy. The smell got stronger by increments and at first the taste was bitter. The feel of the flesh under his tongue and lips was incredible though. The hair tickled his nose a bit, but he kept on, licking and exploring. He ran his tongue up the slit and tried to push farther into it. When his nose hit the bump at the top, Elizabeth gasped and pushed herself up for more contact. John was inexperienced, not ignorant, and he realized that he had found the clitoris. He concentrated on it for a while, trying to tickle it with his tongue. Elizabeth kept pushing up as he did this. John moved back down from the bump and pushed his tongue into the opening below. The oils were increasing and he had found the source. They were not bitter now and John discovered that he loved the flavor. Above him Elizabeth was gasping and rolling her head back and forth. Angela was sitting on her heels watching the activity. She could feel some excitement at the view before her and for the first time thought that maybe sex wasn't all bad. What hit her most strongly was that Elizabeth was acting like she was tied to the bed, but she was able to get up and leave at any time. Over everything there was the aroma of an aroused woman, actually two aroused women, as Angela could smell herself as well. There was a cleanliness to it that she had not experienced before. She leaned forward and attacked Liz's tits, one with her mouth and one with her hand. Elizabeth had a pretty good-sized orgasm then. She huffed and puffed and lifted her hips off the bed and tensed up and then yelled; not a loud scream or anything, but definitely a yell. "Enough, John, enough. I need you in me now. Get up here and we'll show Angela what sex should be like." "No Liz, not yet. This is enough for one night, please let's stop now." "No brother dear, if you stop now I'll never get you in here again. Now get up here and put your dick in me, show me that you love me." The emotions were so strong that John was almost crying as he slowly climbed his sister's body and knelt between her legs. Elizabeth grabbed the backs of her knees to pull them back and give John's limited length as much access as possible. It had been long enough since her husband had last fucked her that she should have shrunk up some and she never used dildos, just little clit vibrators to masturbate. "Help him out Angela, reach down and guide him in. Don't expect to last long this first time John honey, it will feel good no matter what and you should be able to go again pretty quick. Just take it slow and let the sensations build. We're in no hurry darling." Angela was fascinated; this was so sensual and exciting. Her panties were soaked and as she took hold of John's penis and pointed it at Elizabeth's cunt she felt a small tremor sweep through her body. John's erection parted the lips of his sister's sex and he smoothly entered her until their pubic hairs were intertwined. John let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding and supporting his upper body on his elbows he let himself relax, just a bit. His cock was only about 4 inches long and not very thick, but it still could feel the walls of his sister's pussy gripping him in a very pleasant wet heat. Never Too Late for Good Loving He arrived at the airport early for his 5 pm flight to Boston. Another day, another airport. City to city, hotel to hotel. he sat down and was doing some work when he noticed a woman sitting opposite from him. She looked to be in her 70's, with white hair and a beautiful smile. She was wearing a very pretty pink dress with flowers, nylons and low heels. She was reading her book and did not notice Sam looking at her, or so he thought. Sam have always loved older women, especially in dresses and skirts. They are so feminine and arousing. Well, he continued to do my work and looked up at one point and we made eye contact and smiled at each other. Sam asked if she was also flying to Boston and she said yes, she was visiting some old friends of hers. She asked what he was going for and he said for business. They chatted aimlessly for a moment or two and silence once again came between them. After their little chit chat, Sam became aware of her face, body and legs. She had a soft face, white hair, wore glasses and had a warm smile. She also had a shapely and curvy body with breasts that were visible, but not huge and then her legs, long and smooth in the smoke colored nylons she was wearing. She was foxy, to say the least. Sam continued to work, but now, he kept shooting little peeks at this woman every couple of seconds and his mind was now no longer on his work. Sam noticed that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and with each movement, her dress rose just a bit more, until he was looking at her knees and part of her thighs. Now Sam really began to look!! Was she wearing panty hose or a garment with garters. He hoped for the latter. His heart was all aflutter with the anticipation of finding out. At this moment, she looked up and caught Sam staring. He blushed, but all she did was smile and resumed reading her book. He went back to work feeling somewhat ashamed of myself and embarrassed, but still curious what lie underneath her dress. After a few more minutes, Sam dared to look once again and lo and behold, her dress was now even higher and there was the lace of a beautiful white slip, peeking out with a wider expanse of her thigh. He was now aroused and he could feel my pants begin to bulge with a growing erection. Sam could not concentrate; he was hot and wanted to see more. Once more, she caught him looking and smiled, but this time, instead of just resuming her reading, she slowly uncrossed her legs, very slowly, and spread her legs just enough for him to see that she was wearing an open bottom girdle with pink nylon panties. He was now trembling with excitement and as quickly as she had shown me her essence under her dress, she stood up and asked Sam to please watch her things as she had to go the ladies room. He stammered a "sure, he would be happy to", ever sounding like a fool, he was sure. Sam thought, Why did she have to tell me she was going to the ladies room. Now he could picture her going into the stall, locking the door and slowly raising her dress and slip and pulling down her beautiful and lacy pink panties and squatting over the toilet bowl. There she was, in all her splendor, her chubby yet smooth pussy, with wisps of pubic hair curling about and then the hissing sound of her peeing. When finished, Sam could imagine her taking some tissue and blotting herself dry, standing up and pulling up her panties, flushing and being on her way. He wondered whether she knew what he was thinking! He saw her out of the corner of his eye as she returned and smiled as she sat down. Sam immediately noticed that she had undone a few of the buttons on the front of her dress and every time she bent over, he could clearly see her lacy pink bra, sheer in nature and the hint of her creamy breasts. With each movement of bending over, he caught further glimpses of her smooth, full and creamy breasts until there it was, a stubby, pointy and full pink nipple. he was ready to cream my pants!! This woman was hot!! Sam's thoughts was interrupted by the announcement that boarding was going to begin for flight 450 to Boston. He gathered his things as he was a frequent flyer and can pre board. He got on the plane, found his seat, an aisle with one seat next to him, put his things in the overhead bin, got a couple of blankets and pillows and sat down to read. About 10 minutes later, Sam felt a tap on his shoulder, looked up and there she was, saying that she had the seat next to him. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Sam arose, took her bags and put them in the overhead while she got comfortable. They began to chat. Her name was Helena and that she was from Lake Worth, Florida. Sam told her his name and that we only lived about 45 minute's away from each other. We chatted and further learned that we had lived about 40 minutes apart in New York on Long Island as well. They resumed our respective reading as they prepared for takeoff. Helena mentioned that she doesn't like to fly and would it be alright if she held onto him during takeoff. Sam smiled and said absolutely with the thought that she could hold onto to him somewhere else as well. As the engines started, the air conditioning came on blowing very cold. Helena asked if Sam had an extra blanked and he gave her one of his. Sam opened it for her and spread it over her lap, carefully touching her thighs in the process and feeling the steel metal of her garters. This was not lost on her at all. He wrapped a blanket around his lap as well and they both got ready for takeoff. As the plane roared down the runway, Helena lifted the arm rest between us and squeezed closer to Sam and put her arm through his and leaned on his shoulder. The plane were now airborne and she was squeezing harder and harder, so Sam put his arm around her and just held her tight. All of a sudden, she put her hand under his blanket and began to rub his thighs, inching ever so closely northward. Sam looked at her and she smiled that pretty smile while asking him if it was OK. Sam smiled and said, just fine my dear. She was now rubbing his cock outside his pants and it felt wonderful. He was hard as a rock and blushing like crazy. If someone had asked Sam a question at that time, he probably would have chirped like a bird. While Helena was engaged in giving him pleasure, he removed his arm from her shoulder and placed his hand under her blanket. Sam slowly began to lift her dress and massage her thighs outside her slip. He kept feeling the garters and he would lift them and let them snap back on her thigh which brought a momentary twitch from her body, but a huge smile from her face. They both became more bold, she seeking his zipper and Sam had his hand going under her slip. She had spread her legs at this point, giving him far greater access and he took it with joy. Sam moved his hand firmly on the inside of her thighs until he felt the smooth nylon of her beautiful pink panties. Helena 's natural scent began to rise to Sam's nostrils indicating her own arousal. Helena had now gotten Sam's belt undone, pants open and zipper part way down and was rubbing him deliciously outside his underwear. Sam thought that it felt absolutely wonderful. He. I slipped his hand over Helena 's panty crotch and began to massage her in that area. It didn't take long until her musky scent was clearly evident and he slipped his finger under her panties and felt her pubic hair and teased her pussy lips. She was wet!! She had a begging look on her face, so after teasing for a few more moments, Sam slowly inserted one finger into her honey pot, rubbed it around and removed it, bringing it right to my lips and licking and sucking her juices into his mouth. How strong, salty and heady it tasted. Sam wished there had been a way for him to put his head between her legs and eat her pussy, but alas, his fingers would have to suffice. Sam thought, oh, we should all suffer so!!! Helena had now put her hands on Sam's hard cock and was slowly massaging his balls and shaft at the same time. He was in ecstasy. To anyone looking at them, they appeared to be two people in idle chatter. He now was plunging his fingers in and out of Helena with a squishing sound emanating from her pussy. Sam dug deeper to see if he could feel her puckered and wrinkled anal ring. Barely, but he gave that a swipe as well and inhaled her natural odor there as well. The mixture of her pussy scent and anal scent were enough to almost make him cum. Sam and Helena were both now close to cumming and were both fingering and stroking in earnest. Helena was so wet and juicy, her panties were soaked and Sam's cock was about to explode. They looked at each other and with clenched teeth, and both came at the same moment. Sam felt such an amazing release with cum shooting all over her hand and arm and her juices running out all over his fingers and hand. They both sighed, removed their hands and she ate his cum while he sucked off all her juices. Sam asked her if he could keep her panties as a souvenir and she said that she needed to use the bathroom and would be right back. Upon her return, she stuck her panties in his pocket with a wink. The plane landed safely and they began preparing to deplane and go our separate ways. Sam asked Helena for her phone number so he could call her and gave her his at the hotel as well as his cell #. They went down to get their luggage, chatting, laughing and smiling, like old and good friends. What they had established between them was more than just sex. It was a common bond of fun, laughter and conversation; all ingredients for healthy and enjoyable intimacy. Sam helped Helena carry her luggage out and helped her get a cab. they hugged and said goodbye with the promise of meeting again. Sam couldn't get her out of his mind, this hot, sexy, funny, bright and captivating white haired beauty. He knew he would see her again. As he was getting his rental car, Sam put his hand in his pocket to get something and there they were; He had completely forgotten; a pink nylon ball filled with Helena. Now he couldn't wait to get to the hotel. TO BE CONTINUED... Never Too Late? Pt. 01 I am 55 years old, happily married but have had a craving curiosity for some time... this is how I hope it happens!! TO be honest, I have had no experience being sexual with another man... until recently! For years I have been curious about what it would feel like to have a hard cock in my mouth and hands. I never have wanted to be romantic, as in kissing and foreplay stuff but the thought of making someone else's dick hard and making it cum has at times been a craving, a craving that I needed to explore. I have had phone sex with men a couple of times but really that is not the same. I want to experience the warmth, the pulsing, the smell and the growing erection first hand! Maybe I am kidding myself when I say I don't want the romance, but I guess there is only one way to find out and that is to satisfy my craving and see where it takes me. Within the Literotica Forums I met a man through the message boards, and turns out it was from a man not that far from me. Certainly driving distance so is this it? After some IM and email talk, we sent photos of ourselves to each other and eventually photos were sent of our cocks. Pretty similar in size and cut, and I was instantly turned on at the possibilities. We went for a month or so without talking then I realized that my wife is going to be gone for 3 weeks and I just might be able to pull this off. We began talking more often and getting to know each other and trying to be sure we were not mad killers on the prowl. We talked about it and felt comfortable and when the time came he had the ability to travel as well and conveniently in my direction so we set up a time and a place to meet and have a beer. The day arrived and after a shower and a drink at home to calm my nerves I made my way to the bar. From his photo I could tell it was him and he also recognized me so we shook hands, exchanged greetings and I ordered a couple of drinks! We talked about men stuff like sports, a little politics and then the conversation turned to sex with our wives and this is where the heat turned up a bit. It seems both of our wives are very good in bed and we enjoy them but we also both had the fantasy of sharing our wife with another man. I mentioned that when it comes to what might happen between us, I wanted to please him first if that was ok. Once I cum, like most men it seems that I am pretty much void of motivation and I needed the motivation. He agreed and we both mentioned being very, very nervous but also excited about what might happen. It was starting to get dark so I suggested that we might change locations, just to see where things go and since my wife was not home I offered our place and he accepted. Am I nuts inviting a strange man into my house, to do who knows what to me? But then I guess he must have had the same thoughts. Once inside I grabbed a couple of beers and we sat on the couch. Wanting to get things steamed up right away I put on some porn that he had brought in. It started with a normal couple then went into a threesome which we both liked! After that scene, things made a turn both on screen and off! The next scene was two men in their 20's and it started right in with one man down on his knees between the legs of the other and he was licking the shaft of this young dick and it was twitching and seemed to be growing and eventually he wrapped his lips around that cock and slowly took it all in one plunge. I was getting so turned on by this that I made my move as Joe was distracted by the scene on the TV. I slid the coffee table out of the way, kneeled down in front of him as he stood up and undid his belt and slid his jeans to the floor. I took my finger inside the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down until his dick inched out and was then hanging right in front of my face. His cock smelled like mine does sometimes, clean and semi hard. After sitting down, Joe took his hands and put them on his knees and turned his eyes back to the porn. I licked his cock, starting at the base and up to the tip. So far so good and my right hand gently wrapped around his shaft, and I placed my lips on the tip of his warm cock. Parting my lips I began to suck and slide my mouth over him and glide him in to my mouth. It felt really good and pretty much like I thought it would. His soft moan let me know that he too felt pretty good and was enjoying the feeling. I stroked him up and down with my lips and the more I did that, the harder he got and at some point it got so hard that I could not take it all in without gagging. I would need to work on that! Wanting Joe to feel like he was fucking my mouth I reached around him with both hands, kind of slid my hands between his ass and the cushions and with only my mouth touching his cock, I steadily fucked him with my lips and tongue. I would slightly pull his ass towards me to guide him and he was obviously enjoying it. We kept a steady pace, his moans got louder and his ass got a little more off the couch as we pumped. His cock was really beginning to get very hard. It was not a huge dick but there was still no way I could take him all in my mouth. We had not discussed anything about cumming or swallowing but it seemed that our minds were on the same track. In between groans, he asked me if I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I said yes as plainly as I could with a mouthful of hard dick. That seemed to put him over the edge and as the men in the movie got closer to orgasm so did Joe. He reached behind my head, gently pulling my mouth on to him. Softly thrusting his hips forward, I could tell that he was enjoying what I was doing to him. I felt his body quiver, tense up and he groaned very loudly and as he did I felt the first shot of cum explode in to the back of my mouth. It was such an incredibly hot feeling as his cum shot inside me. I could feel each load with my tongue as his cum traveled up his dick and on to my tongue. I opened my mouth and let him cum as deep and hard as he wanted to. With my mouth open, the hot liquid flowed down his cock and my lips and the taste was distinct, not great but I really did not care. I let him fall out of my mouth and his dick was laying on his thigh, covered in cum and saliva. Wow... Now if I only had a towel... that was nice, now what? Wow, did I really just suck off a man and let him cum in my mouth... And like it? What will happen next... Stay tuned! Never Too Late? Pt. 02 Just moments before, I had just finished sucking my first cock and it was even better than I hoped it would be. I had swallowed more than I thought and it left an odd feeling in my stomach. But it was a nice and naughty feeling. Joe was pleased and relaxing as I brought him a towel to clean up a little if he wished. Then I went to the frig and brought a couple of Blue Moons back for us... I took my spot on the couch and when he came back from cleaning up, he immediately went to his knees in front of me. I stood up, pulled down my shorts and briefs, leaving just my button up shirt and cock was hanging loose and just visible. My dick never really seems to get very hard but I was told by a lady friend of mine, that was a good thing when sucking a dick, less gagging. While still standing, I was excited by his eagerness as he lifted my shirt, pulled my cock up against my stomach and slowly licked it from balls to tip and it felt SO incredible. Now my wife gives fantastic head but I had a feeling this was going to be a whole different kind of fantastic. When he got to the tip I watched him roll his tongue around it, stop in the middle and gently glide my cock into his mouth and the feeling was so strong that my knees got weak and I asked Joe if I could sit. It felt so good. Once comfortable on the couch and the porn still on but I could not stop watching him as he began to work my cock in and out of his mouth. So unlike my wife's mouth, it was hotter and wet. But so hot that my cock while not hard when he started, began to firm up and grow. Damn this felt so good I could really get used to this feeling. It's like I could feel every twist and movement of his tongue as it slid around my cock inside his mouth. My dick was getting pretty hard, much harder than it has been for some time. He gagged a little which surprised my but also turned me on even more. Just as I was beginning to feel my orgasm begin to develop, he let me pop out of his mouth and it was so wet that the saliva dripped out of his mouth and on to my balls. With his tongue he carefully licked my balls and up my shaft. It felt so nice and I was so relaxed. I glanced up at the porn on the flat screen and it was a BJ scene with a man and a woman and she was doing the exact same thing to him. The man was jacking himself and blew his load all over her face. At that point I wanted to cum so badly that when his mouth was close to the tip, I grabbed his head and sort of pushed it on to my cock, silently pleading for more. Joe caught my hint quickly and began to slide my hard penis into his mouth up... and down over and over. I had my hands on his head but was not forcing him just feeling him fuck me. I tilted my head back and just let this wonderful feeling continue to build and it did not take too long. After a few minutes of this mouth fucking I felt it building again. I think he did too because he began to moan along with me. Each time I felt myself go deep into his mouth I grunted, not able to control my sounds it seems. My legs tightened up, my abs tensed and I was about to fill this man's mouth up with my cum. I asked him if he wanted me to cum in his mouth or not and I could tell his response was YES... YES... even though the words were not clear. He seemed to speed up the strokes but when I reached maximum depth he would stop for a few seconds then quickly back up and down again. After two or three of these, I was about to blow. I said "oh yes here it comes" and he quickly went down as deep as I could get and he held me there with his hands on my ass as I shot the first big load in to the back of his throat. Then another, and another... damn I have never cum like this. So intense and so explosive. He came up for air and I looked down and my cum was dripping from his mouth and my cock twitched and shot a little load out on to my stomach. Without a thought he licked it up, looked at me with a smile and swallowed what was still in his mouth. I have never kissed a man, but at that moment I felt very close to him and I think he felt the same way. With his lips still wet with my cum, he came up and I leaned forward and we kissed so very lightly. Tasting my own cum on his mouth was something that I have never really thought about but sometimes there is a connection made that you do not expect. And his mouth was connecting with mine and it felt very warm and nice. That was an incredible experience, and one that I will surely have to repeat. The feeling of watching him do that to me after what I had just done to him was so hot and I was ready to repeat and maybe explore a little further... How much further? Stay tuned! Never Too Late? Pt. 03 If you have read part 1 and 2, you know that I am a happily married man in my 50's. Great wife, great sex when we have it, and have always had fantasies about sucking another man's cock, a dream that came true. Funny thing is that my wife and I have always had a pact of sorts. If one of us has sex outside of our marriage, we are committed to tell the other all of the details. That agreement had never been acted on until recently. I didn't think about the pact when I had Joe's cock in my mouth with his cum pumping in to me and dripping all over but the next day I did think about our pact. When I told her about our little get together, she was shocked at first of course but as I got further into the details she was really getting turned on and by the time I was telling her about Jim cumming in my mouth she had my shorts off and was on her knees in front of the couch sucking my cock until I unloaded deep in to her. She sucked me off that night like she never has before. Taking it all and even swallowing my huge load of cum. It was clear to me that she liked what she heard and after talking more she said that next time she wanted to be a part of it. I told her I would check with Joe but I doubted he would have an issue since he loved fucking women as well. I contacted Joe about when he might be in my part of the state again and told him about the plans and he promised to get down here later that month. Well sure enough 2 weeks later he came for a visit and we all met at the local bar for drinks. Lorie didn't go too over the top sexy but just a nice sundress and some casual sandals and a dash of my favorite perfume White Diamonds and she looked amazing as always! Lorie needed an extra drink to get over her nerves but after some chit chat about jobs and everyday stuff the conversation heated up a little. Joe was telling us about his wife and he mentioned her fantasies, one of which was other women and Lorie's eyes opened up and under the table she moved her hand over to my shorts covering my hardening dick so I knew we were on the right path! About an hour later, we all decided to head home as it was getting dark and a little late and we were all to horny to let this night get away. Lorie was so into him and relieved that he was attractive and just a normal guy that she relaxed and was really enjoying this. She offered him the use of the guest bedroom and shower and to get comfortable for the evening and he accepted. While Joe was in the shower, we went into our bedroom while she changed to her robe over a slinky short nightie and no panties. But she didn't go back out until pushing me on the bed and thanking me for this by devoured my cock like I did not know was possible... stopping me just short of coming as she knew when I was about to blow. She jumped up, went in to fix drinks for everyone. Not wanting to lose her courage, when Joe came out of the room and walked in to the living room she went over handed him his drink and ran her hands along his chest over his t-shirt and continued on down to his silk pajama pants and felt his hard cock and softly said gave a little moan of happiness. Before he sat down and as he took his first drink she kneeled down on her knees and was mouthing his dick through the soft material. That didn't last long. By the time I picked up my drink and sat down on the couch she had his nice dick out and it was sliding into her mouth. Joe looked at me and gave me a nice smile then closed his eyes and enjoyed. He sat down on the couch on the end, while she kneeled on it with her ass in the air so I sneaked in behind her to lick her pussy and could not believe how wet her nice pussy was. It was truly dripping down her leg at this point. She tasted so good and moaned loudly as she pumped her face on to his hard cock in to her mouth. Lorie pulled out for a second and I heard her ask me to fuck her now. Well of course I did not have to be told twice and with one knee on the couch and the other leg standing I guided my cock into her steaming hot pussy and wow did it feel good. Tight and moist, and I could feel her contract and tighten her grip on my dick with every bob of her head. She almost instantly began to cum. Her hips were quivering as was her muted voice as I looked at Joe and he smiled and looked to the sky with pleasure. After shaking and eventually calming her down she said that it was time for us to put on a show for her. With that she slid to a sitting position on the couch next to Joe and told me to stand in front of him. As soon as I was positioned there, she bent over and kissed Joe hard and wet while pulling his face towards my cock. She wanted to see what she had heard about so Joe began to suck my cock with passion and intent. Lorie said she wanted me to cum all over his face so she could lick it off... well it did not take long. After a few moments of extreme pleasure I finally could not hold back and began to pump my hot cum around Joe's mouth and chin. One shot dripped off his chin and Lorie caught it and tasted my cum. Then she took my cock in her mouth to clean it up and then quickly moving to my load still warm on Joe's face. Slowly she licked a bit and swallowed. Repeating this many times while moaning and saying how much she was enjoying this. Then she said it was her turn to get the cum on her face. With that I kneeled on the floor and Joe stood up and I took his semi hard dick in to my mouth. After a few wet stroked in to my throat he was hard as a rock. It was very impressive. I grabbed his ass while Lorie watched closely as she was playing with her clit and nipple. The look on her face was lovely and she was having a great time watching me suck him off. He was so hard I could not take it all without gagging, but he was enjoying it. I pulled him in to pump and fuck my face and in not too long, he was ready to cum. He said he was getting real close so just before unloading he pulled out of my mouth with a pop and jacked his hard dick until he began to shoot hard big spurts on to her face and in to her open mouth. She was able to catch most of it and swallowed quickly and while she was cleaning up her cheeks and lips I took his still hard dick in to my mouth and gently sucked him and licked what cum was left on him. Wow what a great time we all had. There was another round of drinks and sexy small talk before we all went to shower and head to bed. Joe said thank you to us and went into the guest bedroom... Lorie and I were not through, so before we showered she sucked me off again and what cum I had left never left her mouth as she took every drop. After Joe left, Lorie told me how much fun she had and was so fascinated by how different our cum tasted and how different our cocks felt in her mouth. We immediately began making plans for the next time. Perhaps Joe could bring his wife? What do ya say Joe?