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The Letter

By: Erotica_Writings



My dearest,         

Today I have left our happy home that we worked so hard for, for so many years to make as we wanted. Those walls could tell stories of our life, love and sorrow we shared together. Do you recall the first time we met when we were only fifteen years old at the pep rally. Yeah those were fun times at fifteen, at sixteen you stole the first kiss off of my lips behind the bleachers at the football game. I can still feel your lips on mine today honey.

I promised not to get blue and start crying, it looks like that’s one promise I won’t be able to keep today. I am sorry I didn’t want this day, our wedding day fifty years ago to be sad. That was the happiest day of my life when you became my wife. We were eighteen and had the world at our finger tips. Do you remember when we made love Helena? Oh you were so beautiful in that white gown standing under the moon light on that balcony, I came out in my pajamas and two glasses of wine. We drank that wine giggling like school kids sneaking into the parent’s bar. I remember how nervous you were that night when I made you mine and we became totally one in our wedding bed. You looked so scared when I began to enter you, you cried just a little and begged me not to stop. I know it was almost a year before you felt those fire works, the night Benny was conceived was the first time you experienced your first climax.

I am ok my sweet angel, my bones just ache from growing old and tired but tonight we will relive that blessed night from fifty years ago just like we have every anniversary since only difference is we are apart so I will write it for you so you can read it when I leave at the end of our visit my sweet Helena. 

Helena was eighteen years old when Jarred took her as his wife, an angel he saw walking down the aisle to become his wife. Both young people they danced around the floor for the first dance as man and wife, tears began to sting his eyes looking at his young bride. That night they were taken to the most elegant Hotel around town and that is where he picked her up and carried her over the threshold spinning around with her in his arms as they laughed and laughed. She went to the bathroom to change into her wedding night gown, while he nervously fumbled into his for they both were virgins on that blessed night. 

They sipped on wine and then he brought her into the room in his arms placing her softly on the bed, she looked so fragile and small on the large bed and he felt a stirring in his loins. He removed their clothing so they may gaze upon the others body, her eyes drifted to his throbbing erection that yearned for this sweet body. 

He slowly lowered himself down on top of his new bride and their kisses ignited a red-hot passion in both of their bodies. His fingers traced her face, around her jaw line down her neck until he found her small tender mounds. He tenderly caressed her small breast, placing soft kisses on them while his erection throbbed against her thigh. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He then had his hand follow her stomach to her soft patch of hair between her thighs placing his finger in her sweet, hot juices and they could not contain themselves any more and he entered into her virgin pussy, She cried out from the pain and he felt her virgin blood seep onto his cock from her pussy that he just marked as his forever more. He began pumping her harder with his hard erection, his breathing became intense as did the hardness in his erection that drove deeply into her. The desire and love he felt for her were more then he could stand and he exploded deep inside of her warm moist pussy. 

Well my dear that is how we bonded our love together that night. I feel the coldness of this headstone that represents my precious love. I am placing this letter under the soil that covers you like a blanket and then I will lie down on your grave as I take my last breath for I am ready to come home to you my dear.



Love Always and forever Jarred

The Letter



Jessica; 

I don't know how this will turn out, but it is sent to you as an informative letter. You are free to discuss this with friends as it is sent to you for your reading enjoyment. Should it fail to meet those requirements, I hope you will forgive me.

Leon and I had been married a couple of years, and we had sampled some of the swinging activities of our time. We had become comfortable with each others sexuality and shared many of our fantasies and past experiences with each other. One day Leon brought home a porn magazine that was filled with photos of black men fucking white women. That night when we went to bed, he asked me if I wanted to fuck a black man. 

My answer of course was, "I don't think so!" And he took time to show me the magazine and as I paged through it, I was aware of how turned on he was. He was squeezing my tits and rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. I admit that it was stimulating as I looked at the well endowed black men and their pretty, white women. 

The pictures were very graphic and each one showed the large, black cock making it's way into every opening the women had. The positions they were in was not new to me, but the sight of the black cock had a profound effect on me. A while later, Leon still working his magic on me, lifted my leg, draped it over his hip and slipped his cock into me. As his cock surged in and out, he kept up a steady barrage of sexy talk, intermingled with lots of kissing and pinching my nipples.

"You really want to fuck a black cock, don't you? Would you like to suck it? I bet you would like it, honey!" Needless to say, I wasn't answering him, but my mind was racing at a rapid pace. A few minutes later, he rolled on top of me and started fucking me in earnest. I threw my arms around his neck, sucked his tongue into my mouth and began my climb to the top of the peak. Thrusting my hips wildly, I threw my pussy up to him, enjoying the rhythmic, Slap, slap, slap as he pounded his cock into me.

I let out a loud groan as my orgasm ripped through me, and I lifted my ass to receive every inch he had. With his cock buried so deep, I could feel my cunt clasping around his shaft, squeezing it tightly in convulsive jerks as I felt the hot sperm hit the walls of my cunt. We lay there for several moments as the cock throbbed and squirted, my cunt seemed to be trying to suck it deeper. Leon kept his tongue deep in my mouth and for some reason, I found myself wondering what a black cock would feel like.


I admit that the thought went through my mind several times over the next two weeks, and Leon never let up on his sexy talk about how he would like to see me fucking and sucking a black cock. The magazine was also a turn on. I found myself going into the bedroom several times during the day while Leon was at work, and looking at the pictures of well hung black men, with their hard cocks buried inside a willing, white woman's pussy. 

Although, I still wouldn't admit it to Leon, I was beginning to fantasize about what I would like to do with a black cock. As the days passed, Leon continued to fantasize with me about it and as the second week of our fantasy passed, I realized that I was a lot closer to saying yes to his inquiries of fucking a black man, Although I still wouldn't admit it to him.

On Friday morning, as I kissed Leon good-bye, he told me to be ready for a surprise. When I asked him what he meant, He just smiled and said I would find out tonight. I was sure the surprise he had in mind was that another friend of his would be coming to spend some time with us. I know the thought of "What if he brings a black man home?" was a constant, nagging question. We had been swinging with several of his male friends before, so it wasn't anything unusual for him to "surprise" me with another one of his friends. I just wondered which one it would be.

I admit that I found myself fantasizing about different friends that he had brought home to me, and wondered which one it would be. I rushed through my house work and prepared a light meal in preparation of our guest. With the house and meal in order, I set a bottle of wine to chill. Now, I could devote the rest of the afternoon to getting myself in order. 

I ran a tub of warm water, added my favorite bubble bath, and settled down to enjoy the overall sensation of warmth seeping through me. I spent longer than expected in the tub, but rushed a little with drying myself and applying the body lotion to make up for it. As I prepared myself physically, I was also preparing myself mentally. As I watched myself in the mirror, I saw the reflection of a young woman, Attractive enough to draw stares from a few women, as well as men.

After fixing my hair and applying my make up, I was faced with the decision of "What to wear?" I chose a thin pair of pale blue, bikini panties and matching bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, clad only in Bra and panties, I wondered if the men in my life ever gave it a thought of what effort it took to keep myself attractive to their gaze. 

"Damn!" I thought, seeing the outline of my pubic hair showing plainly through the fabric and the rigid nipples on my breasts poking out through the thin Bra. Why do we wear these things when they do not hide anything? But, I already knew the answer to that, and accepted my role as a woman who tries to please her voyeuristic husband. Taking a last look at myself, I went to my closet and selected my light blue lounging pajamas. 

I really liked them as they fit snug around my breasts, waist and hips, then fell away in loose folds of soft, warm material all the way down to my ankles. As I ran the zipper up my front, I noted again of how little the fabric hid, showing my swelling hips, waist and ample breasts, topped with a very erect nipple. Slipping on a pair of open toed house shoes, I went to my mirror and took a long last look at myself. I was as ready as I could be, and accepted my appearance as satisfactory.

As I passed into the kitchen, I noted that the time was ticking away far more rapidly than I expected. I made last minute changes and adjustments to the house and table, then sat down to await my "Surprise!" I admit that this time of extreme anticipation was very exciting to me, and found myself wishing that they would hurry up their arrival. My heart beat faster as I heard the garage door open and close, followed by the sounds of two car doors closing. Whomever he had brought home, would soon not be a mystery.

I stood up, straightening my attire and turned to meet our guest. I didn't realize it, but I had stopped breathing for a few seconds as I stared into the smiling face of a black man of about 30 years of age. As Leon introduced me to Ray, I was taken by his wide smile and such white teeth, but also by the deep rich blackness of his skin.

Leon grinned at me as I reached to take Ray's hand, welcoming him to our home. A gasp from me, brought a smile to his face again as I realized that I had forgotten to breath. Somewhat embarrassed by it, I lead them into the living room, sat them down, and asked if they wanted a glass of wine before dinner. An affirmative answer sent me into the kitchen, and when I returned with three glasses of wine I noted that Leon had moved to the chair across the room and left only the sofa for me to sit beside Ray.

I served Ray, Leon and sat the tray on coffee table. Taking my own glass, I sat on the sofa beside Ray. Looking intently at me, Ray lifted his glass in a toast, saying. "To the beautiful young Lady who has welcomed me into her home, and to my good friend, Leon, a true friend, indeed!" I admit I was a bit embarrassed, but also flattered by his remark.

As we visited, I was impressed by Rays wit and humor and was beginning to be very relaxed with him. I knew that he was very much aware of what Leon had planned for the evening, but instead of being embarrassed or reluctant, I found myself becoming more intrigued by what lay ahead. A slow and casual conversation during Dinner went far to relax the atmosphere, but I was still a bit uncertain.

After dinner, Ray and Leon helped clear the table as I put dishes into the dish washer. I was very much aware of the approving looks that Ray sent my way and when we returned to the living room, I sat beside Ray as Leon served us a little more "After dinner wine." Ray and I chatted easily about casual things, which surprised me, because there had been no overtly sexual looks or talk out of him. Which seemed unusual for the circumstances, given by the fact that he had been invited to fuck me. 

Several times during the evening, Leon had whispered in my ear, asking what I thought of Ray. My answers were affirmative, which made Leon smile happily. As we finished our wine, Leon turned the stereo on, starting a selection of romantic mood music, and suggested that we dance. I walked into his arms and as we danced, he whispered in my ear that tonight was my night to experience anything I wanted to with Ray. I admit that hearing my husband saying that turned me on greatly.

As the music ended, I could feel Leon's cock pressing against my stomach, and knew he was ready. I returned to Ray and held out my hand to him. He smiled at me, and rose, swept me into his arms and moved so slow and romantically into a slow dance where he held me tightly against him. I lay my head on his shoulder and let the movements of his body blend with mine. He lead me around the room and I saw Leon watching intently as we danced so close together.

As the music ended, I stepped back, but Ray pulled me back against him. I looked up to see him smiling and a moment later, his lips touched mine. Slowly, tenderly he held me. The tip of his tongue traced along my lower lip. I put both arms around his neck and returned his kiss with uncontrolled emotions. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth and darted against my own. By the time the kiss ended, we were both out of breath and very shaken by our desire. Ray's hands had slipped down to rest on my hips. 

As he pulled me tighter against him, I pressed my breasts against him, very conscious of the hardness of my nipples. Ray kissed me again, and I became aware of the growing bulge of his cock. The memory of the Porn magazine flashed through my mind and I wondered if reality could match my fantasy. The music started again, and Ray moved me around the floor, his hands moving slowly over my ass.

With both of my arms around his neck, each movement of my body stimulated my hard nipples and I began to think of the growing bulge I could feel against my thighs. Ray's strong hands began to squeeze and caress my ass cheeks in a most urgent manner, and I responded with more pressure from my body to his. We stopped dancing and stood toe to toe, lips meshed together as our tongues darted and danced. His hand came up to cup my left breast and the hard nipple on it.

When I made no effort to stop him, he bent his head, kissing me about the face, neck and ears and I felt his hand searching for the zipper to my front. I stepped away from him slightly, wanting a deep breath of air as well as allowing him to slid the zipper down to my crotch. With my hands resting on his shoulders, I watched his eyes move to my open zipper and immediately felt him pull it wide apart as his eyes sought the thin fabric of my bra and what was under it. A low moan from him as he placed both hands on my breasts, molding and squeezing them as our lips met again in a hot, passionate kiss.

By the time the kiss ended, Ray had pushed my lounging outfit off my shoulders and I let my arms come down to my sides as the outfit slid limply to the floor. I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there before him, clad only in my bra and panties. I admit that I was enjoying his interest in my body and I moved slowly to remove my feet from my discarded clothing. 

Apparently, things were not moving as fast as Leon wanted, and I felt him move behind me and unfasten my bra. I shrugged my shoulders and it joined my other clothes on the floor. As Leon reach out to remove my panties, he whispered, "Now! You can undress him!" I stood there momentarily as my panties dropped to the floor and Ray's eyes covered my naked body, probing into the deep vee of my crotch and rising to my breasts and the hard, swollen nipples.

Ray had already started to undress, his shirt was half off when I took a step forward and knelt before him. with shaking hands, I reached for his belt and then the zipper of his fly. The large bulge of his cock ran down the inside of one trouser leg to a point midway to his knee. I looked upward at Ray, his muscular body shining in the brightness of the overhead light. His Skin was so black it had almost a blue cast to it. I reached for the button and opened it. Rays pants slipped downward and the large, black prick sprang upward, brushing my cheek.

Jessica, I know it is hard for you to understand how excited I felt at that moment, But the unusual sight before me was enhanced by the vivid blackness and the size of his cock. It stood upwards at a 45 degree angle, was surrounded by a nest of kinky black hairs. The shaft was ringed and ridged with swollen blood veins traveling up the underside and twisting around until they disappeared under the plum-shaped head. The head itself was a dark black-purple and had prominent flanges running around the lower edge where it connected to the shaft, then flowed upward to a blunt point with the thin slit. 

His balls were larger than walnuts, carried in a hairy, wrinkled sac, hanging down between his legs. I was to later learn that his cock was a little over 8 inches and about 2 inches thick. It was and still is the largest prick that I have ever taken. Other than the kinky hair around his cock and a small patch right in the middle of his chest, his body was bare of any other hair, exceptions were head and underarm, as he was clean shaven. Although his hair was close cropped with about 1 inch hair length.

Jessica, It takes a lot longer to write this, but at the time I had no sense of time passing. I was mesmerized at the sight of this huge, beautiful, black prick. Thinking back on the experience, it seemed as if in a dream. I only know that I reached for it, momentarily holding it's throbbing length in my hands, then pulled it down and let the large head slip past my lips. I remember being aware that Leon had knelt beside me and in harsh whispers, he urged, "That's it, Honey! Suck that black cock! Show me how much you like it!"

He even had his hand circling Ray's cock, holding it as my lips made up and down strokes on the shaft, my tongue twisting and circling the throbbing head. Leon put his arm around me, his left hand cupped my left breast and his thumb and forefinger squeezed the sensitive nipple. I felt the tingle start in my stomach, rush down my thighs, then back upward to the mouth of my pussy. The orgasm was so intense that I swayed forward, taking more of his throbbing cock inside me. A gagging reflex occurred but I was too far gone for it to affect my climax.

Leon was trying to support me and in loosing my balance, I caught myself and let his cock slip out of my mouth. I stared at the swollen head, watching it jerk up and down as Ray tried to control his urge to climax. As I watched, a thin drop of pre-cum gathered at the thin slit at the tip, swelled with each throb into a drop and finally hung a short time on a silvery thread before falling to the floor.

Still dazed and shaken by the intensity of my orgasm, I seemed unable to move. I felt Ray's hands slip under my arms and lift me to my feet. I leaned against him as he put my arms around his neck. Then bending slightly, his hands cupping the lower cheeks of my ass, he lifted me bodily up and I felt the length of his prick slide against my stomach, snap into place between my legs and as he lowered me, I felt the huge head slide against my clitoris, through my lips and finally rub against my ass-hole. I held tightly to him and wrapped my legs around his hips. Now, I felt like I was astride of a small log.

Still clinging tightly to him, I heard Leon say, "Let's take her into the bedroom, Ray. I want to watch you fuck her, good!" I still clung to this black man as if he was my strong rock in a sea of emotions. I would not have cared one bit, if he had carried me into the bedroom, dumped me on the bed and fucked me hard and fast, pumping his hot sperm into my willing pussy, but that was not the way it happened.

Slowly and gently, Ray lay me down on my back. As he knelt beside me I looked into his smiling eyes and then He kissed me again, his tongue traveling in and out as my tongue met each thrust of his own. When I was breathless from his kisses, his lips left mine and trailed downward, stopping to kiss, lick and suck each one of my tits in turn. Then his tongue left a wet trail across my stomach, through my pubic hair and touched the sensitive bud of my clit. 

I quickly spread my legs, giving him access to my very wet cunt. A moment later, I was humping my ass up to meet his tongue as he licked and sucked at my flowing pussy. I was fast building to another climax, when he stopped, turned around and lay down beside me. He rolled on his side, and with his hands pulled me to him. We lay comfortably on our sides facing each other. The hard length of his cock was between us and I reached down, circled it with my hand and placed it between my legs. Rays right hand played with my tits as he kissed me about the face neck and ears.

I had almost forgot about Leon at this time, But I felt his weight shift the bed and a moment later he lifted my leg, draped it over Ray's hips and lay down on the bed behind me. A few moments later, I felt Leon licking my cunt and ass, then the large black prick was placed between my puffy labia. I worked my hips back and forth and felt the swollen head slip into my cunt, guided by my husbands hand.

The way we were lying, prevented deep penetration, but the shaft of his cock was in full contact with my clit. By working my hips back and forth, I was able to get deep penetration on one stroke, then drag my clit against his hard cock on the way back. Several times during this, I could feel Leon's tongue darting about our connections, licking, sucking whatever he could reach..

I could feel Ray's cock throbbing inside my cunt and knew that he had not cum yet. Taking the initiative, (which was unusual for me) I rolled on top of Ray and felt the full length of his cock serge into my belly. The muscles of my cunt tightened around the huge shaft and the kinky hairs stimulated my clit. I wanted to make him cum first, But as it turned out, I was the first to cum again. Leon was down there looking, licking, poking at my pussy and ass. Actually, Ray and I came together, but I was a little ahead. 

With me straddling Ray and his cock so deep inside me, I teetered on the brink of orgasm. I had never been filled to this extent before. I could feel the blunt head of Ray's cock bumping against the very bottom of my cunt. I am sure that if there were just a half inch more it would have caused me pain. With my clit pressing against his kinky, hair covered pubic bone, I wiggled my hips back and forth, rubbing hard. 

Ray's hands were squeezing my tits and as the tingle of orgasm swept over me. I felt him lift his hips off the bed, raising me with him. As my cunt muscles clinched and spasm in the uncontrolled orgasm, I felt the first hot squirt of cum erupt from the buried head. Time after time, I felt the head discharge, pumping my cunt full of his heavy cum. 

Too soon it was over and we lay in each others arms, breathing heavily from our exertion. My cunt was still clasping his still hard cock as I lay atop of him, too breathless to move. Leon gave us a few moments to come down from our sexual high, then I felt his tongue and hot breath on my ass. I lay quietly as he licked my ass-hole, cunt, Ray's exposed cock and balls.




The Letter



I did hate to move, But I knew Leon was wanting his share, so I rolled off Ray, spreading my legs widely. I felt the cum seeping out of my cunt and running down to my ass-hole. Leon grabbed my legs, pushed them up over my chest an licked away the oozing cum. For the next 4-5 minutes Leon sucked and licked all of the cum he could reach out of my pussy.

Jessica, I know this might be hard to understand, but I was very satisfied with my husband and his sexual urges. Some may think that actions such as this is perverted, but because he was sucking my cum filled cunt after another man had filled it, caused me to love him even more. The fact of him joining me in my sexual satisfaction and the fact that he felt comfortable eating me after I had been fucked by a black man indicated that he approved of my behavior.

Leon, Very much aware of my sensitive clit, stayed away from it, delving deeply into my cum filled pussy, instead. In the meantime, Ray, acting on instructions from Leon had moved up and presented his soft, and somewhat smaller prick to my mouth. By the time Leon was through eating my pussy, Ray had regained his erection. 

When Leon saw this, he got on top of me, slammed his hard prick into me in one hard shove, and began kissing me about the neck, face and mouth, even sticking his tongue into my mouth with Ray's cock. He kept his cock buried in my cunt as I knew he was not ready to cum. Ray, in the mean time had got on his knees shoving his erect cock between Mine and Leon's lips. I held the black shaft in my hand, directing it into Leon's mouth for a few sucks, then into mine for more.

When Leon started fucking me faster, I knew he was ready to cum and I directed Ray's black prick into his mouth, and urged Ray to cum. Ray grabbed Leon by the head and started fucking his mouth roughly. Leon was grunting loudly each time the cock hit the back of his throat. A moment later, I felt the heavy squirt of cum into my pussy and hunched up to take all he had. About the same time, Ray started shooting his second load into my husband's mouth.

We all lay down and rested after that. The guys both showed me much attention at that time, sucking each of my tits until I thought they would suck them right off. We spent the night together in our bed with me cuddled up between them. Before we drifted off to sleep, we had tried many different positions, each one acclaimed by Leon's watchful eyes. To say he liked to watch me being fucked by a black man would be very much an understatement.

Although Leon and I have been very adventurous in our sex life, this experience with Ray proved to be just the start with men of color. If there is anything I could say bad about sex with a black man, would be the degrading outlook they display often while fucking me. a lot of them look down on you as white trash after you have allowed them the pleasure of your mouth or pussy. Ray, was the first, and also the best in my opinion, because of his gentle and caring attitude toward me, treating me as a lady and not like his "White Ho!"

Jessica, In talking with Leon about it at a later time, the main attraction to him was the sight of me being fucked with a black prick. the contrast of skin color is a powerful turn on for him as well as me. The idea of him eating my cunt afterwards has always been there, no matter who had fucked me. A fact that was very apparent at an early time in our marriage. 

The fact that I am submissive, is maybe explainable by my desire to please all of my partners. But why Leon is Dominate, and still places himself in a submissive, degrading position, is unusual. Perhaps he is more submissive than he thinks. However to say Bi- or Gay men are any less than other males is a false statement. Because of Leon's position of leadership and physical demands in the construction business, a hard, tough profession, anyway, would not in my opinion, suggest any weakness in his ample maleness.

Well, Jessica! I could go on, but there will be other times and other letters, so I will send this on to you. A sincere wish goes with it that you will enjoy the account. It is a true and accurate account, of our first time with a colored man. As I said in the start of this letter, please feel free to discuss it with your friends, but please keep my name apart from public exposure.

A Friend always and all ways.

  Sincerely, Lorraine.



The Letter



Erin sat on the couch, trying to distract herself with the movie that was on, but she kept looking down at the letter that was sitting on the coffee table. She wasn't supposed to open it until 1:30, and for most of the morning she'd been able to keep her mind off of it. But now, at 1:20 it was all that she could think about. 

Landon had given her some instructions on what to do today. She was to open the letter at 1:30, turn the ringers off all the phones and only answer if it was an emergency with someone. He said that for the whole evening she was his, and she had no problem with that. Landon was usually pretty bad with keeping secrets, but he'd managed to keep this one, which drove Erin even crazier waiting.

At Landon's office he was about to go crazy as well. He knew that any moment now his gorgeous, sexy wife was going to open that letter and spend the rest of the afternoon doing what he had told her to do. His cock was rock hard in his pants just thinking about it.

1:30 finally came and Erin tore into the letter. Her eyes devoured the words on the page; she'd been waiting too long for this moment and didn't think that she could have stood another moment of waiting. Landon had taken to calling her "The Sex Goddess" as of late, they both knew that she had tapped into a part of her sexuality that so many women in this world would never discover. She let herself fully go now; she didn't hold herself back like she might have done at times in the past. Pleasure was her God-given right and she enjoyed every second of it that she had now.

The letter had begun with Landon's new pet name for her, and laid out the instructions for the day. He told her how she was going to be a model for a photo shoot, and she would have specific clothes for that photo shoot. Already moist and ready, Erin let her mind wander for a few moments about being a sexy model for her husband later that evening and almost thrust her fingers into herself right then. But she had some semblance of will power and would wait until later.

The letter told her to go and run a bath and light candles and for her to relax and enjoy. She had no problem doing that. The letter also mentioned that since she would be on film tonight she would need to make sure her pubic hair was trimmed and in a pattern she would choose. She could almost feel the pool of moisture in her panties as she read on. After her bath she was supposed to relax and masturbate as long as she liked. Erin knew that Landon would be turned on thinking about her playing with herself all afternoon. She kept reading to see what was next, but it seemed that Landon had anticipated that she would try and do that.

"I want you to complete all the tasks that you already have before reading any further. You must put the letter down, and not read anymore until 4:30, understand?" The question that Landon had left her with was more a command to Erin, she knew he had a plan and would follow him and dutifully put the letter down, not without some nervous anticipation about what else the letter contained, but she did as she was told.

Erin thought of her husband as she went into the bathroom and began to draw her bath, how he will probably have trouble getting any real work done this afternoon as he thinks about what she will be doing. Erin smiled at the thought and let her hands drift along her body. Her pussy cried out for attention, begging her to brace against the sink and drive a finger deep within her sopping wet treasure box, but she continued to resist. She will have plenty of orgasms throughout the day she thought. Her body kept calling out to her, and she knew that soon she would reward herself. 

Her bath was largely uneventful, her pussy still yearned for attention, but she managed to concentrate on her shaving job. She was careful of course, and removed any stray hairs that she could find, and removed some more from the tuft that she had had before. By the time that she finished, she was left with a small patch of hair on her pubic bone, enough for her to still feel like a woman and not a little girl, but trimmed enough not to get in Landon's eyes when he ate her out, as he mentioned in the past week. Her pussy involuntarily spasmed at the thought of her husband eating her out. His tongue was magical, and he had only gotten better since they had met. She had never had good oral sex until him, and not until she discovered how wonderful her clit truly was did she truly learn to appreciate the dexterity of his tongue. 

Erin climbed out of the bath and toweled off a bit before donning her robe and heading to the bedroom. She and Landon had been considering watching some erotic videos for a few weeks and he had surprised her last night by bringing home two. The one they watched last night was truly awful, and if the other one wasn't any better they'd never watch any again they both agreed. Erin had lots of time on her hands before she was allowed to read anymore of the letter, so she figured a video would be good to help pass the time. 

She slipped the cassette in the VCR and moved to her dresser. She pulled out on of her growing number of toys. Landon enjoyed buying them almost as much as she liked using them Erin thought. Her mind drifted back a few weeks to one of their marathon sessions. She had her favorite rabbit vibrator deep in her (Thumper) and had been proceeding to fuck herself silly while Landon watched and took pictures. Landon had blindfolded her and tied her hands to the bed and was whispering in her ear. Her mind was a wash of love, and lust and the words he was whispering and the toy that he had buried deep within her. Landon had talked of how much he enjoyed buying things for her, and Erin was getting hotter listening to the things that Landon wanted to get for her over time. He had mentioned several times how he wanted to see her with a bigger toy inside her, how hot it made him and how he would love to buy it for her one day. He mentioned in the middle of a mind-shattering orgasm that all she had to say was the word and he would go right then, even though it was 11:00. 

In a weakened moment, Erin said "Word," and Landon had said okay. She thought he might have been teasing, but she should have known better. That is how they got Thumper in the first place, in a very similar situation as that evening. Erin didn't want Landon to leave just to buy more things to pleasure her, but he insisted and the thought did turn her on immensely. Her walls were clamping down hard on Thumper as she thought about it, and letting herself go in the moment, she had told Landon to come back with at least three toys and to keep her blindfolded and not tell her what he'd bought when he got back, just to start using them on her. Both of them nearly came with that thought and a couple of moments later Erin did. Landon dressed her in her favorite thing before he left, black thigh high stockings and untied one hand so she could hold Thumper and shot out into the night. 

Erin remembered the massive orgasms she had experienced waiting on her lover to return, and shuddered with the thought. Very soon, she thought, she wanted Landon to tell her all he was thinking that evening and write down the experience of that night, like he had taken to doing with some of their sex-capades. Her mind drifted back to the present and she pulled out a clitoral toy that simulated tongue action supposedly to help keep her occupied. 

The movie began and Erin lay back on the bed and watched the credits. She had her new toy on the bed beside for a little while later, but for now she settled in and hoped this one had a plot. Thankfully, it did and the actors, if you could really call them that, were not that bad looking. After about fifteen minutes Erin could feel the heat from her legs rising again, and she reached over and picked up her fake tongue. She turned on the vibrations and let is ease down onto her outer lips.

She absent-mindedly watched the video for a little awhile as she kept adjusting the tongue, it had gentle flicking motions that felt very nice, not quite a real tongue, but good to have in a pinch. She felt little waves of pleasure wash over her as she had a couple of mini-orgasms. She spread her lips wide and moved the tongue so that it could find her clit. After a few passes she found it for a moment, and that moment was absolutely delightful. The movie was actually good and kept turning her on, but this toy only brought fleeting bits of pleasure for her. She turned it off and walked back over to her dresser. 

Pulling out the drawer she grabbed Thumper, the best thing in the world next to Landon's cock. She pulled him out of his case and wiped him down, put a condom on top of him and lay back on the bed. She realized that this was the first time that she had ever pulled out Thumper without Landon around. Her newfound sexuality was only now allowing her to explore the possibility of masturbation, before it had seemed so dirty and wrong, but with Landon's encouragement she felt like it was something that, while not ready to be celebrated yet, was not anything to be ashamed of. 

She felt the tip of Thumper at her opening and slowly pushed him in. She took her time and eased him in slowly, letting her lips wrap themselves tightly around the phallus before she eased that much more into herself. Her mind started reeling the sensations felt so incredible. She writhed a bit on the bed, spreading her legs, her robe now a bunch on the floor, letting her fake man take her. After what seemed like an eternity the cock was fully immersed in Erin's honey pot and she turned on the little rabbit ears and was transported to another world.

Time seemed to both stand still and fly by after this. For what seemed like an eternity and also like no time at all she let the toy bring her to orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm. She knew her screams were loud enough to wake the dead when she realized she was screaming, but it was the middle of the afternoon and no one in the building was home to hear anyway. The constant buzz against her clitoris, the grinding of the pearls at her opening, the twisting of the cock inside her, all combined to bring her shuttering down upon it over and over as she lost almost all track of the movie. Her vision would become spotty, and she would feel faint from time to time, but not anything that would make her want to stop this glorious feeling deep within her. 

After quite awhile, the movie had ended and cut off even, Erin continued to lay there, her whole body feeling only what was between her legs, concentrating on that small part of her body. Her face contorted in pleasure, she could feel what she had been waiting for. Erin is a lucky girl; it does not take a lot for her to orgasm. She cums quite easily, and has a great number with Landon and her toys, but every now and then, she has a total melt-down orgasm. One that makes her entire body go numb, the ones that make her feel like she is going to die from an overdose of pleasure, these orgasms are few and far between. One was building now. 

Erin let it come slowly, enjoying the feelings wash over as the crest came closer and closer. Then, with a start it washed over her, engulfing her body in spasms and screams of pleasure, if her vocal chords could create any sounds. Her body went numb, literally the only things in the world she could feel was her clit with its helper, the cock deep inside her and her inner walls contracting down on them. Otherwise the world was just a white noise. 

The feeling left all too quickly, her breathing ragged as she noticed once again other parts of her body. She let her body come back down, and realized that her legs had been splayed high in the air and far apart, enjoying their feelings as well, apparently. She gently lowered them and cut the power to her purple best friend and took a deep breath with the phallus going dormant still deep within her. She enjoyed the afterglow for quite awhile, enjoying the feeling of fullness she still had within her and let her body regain control of itself.

Meanwhile, at Landon's office, the poor boy was about to go crazy in his chair. He had told Erin in the letter that he wouldn't be home until 6:00 sharp, and it was only now 4:00. The two hours could not go by fast enough. He could not wait to get home and see the sex crazed look in his wife's eye, the outfit she would be wearing and the overall essence of her when she was in "Sex Goddess" mode, even though it sounded corny even to him. 4:01, well at least he was another minute closer to being home and seeing what had happened in the afternoon. He did his best not to let his mind wander, or else he would need to go to the bathroom and relieve himself even before he got home. He took a few deep cleansing breaths, and tried once again to focus on the paperwork that was laid out before him

Erin basked in bed for a little while before removing Thumper and cleaning him up. She was satiated for the moment, but she could feel her wetness still there, a constant reminder about the rest of the evening for her. She still had a little bit of time before she could read the rest of the letter, so she pulled an erotica book Landon had gotten her and read the exploits of other women discovering the sex goddess sides.

The stories were good, and her hand instinctively went down to her dripping self a few times, but she was more interested in reading the letter. Finally 4:30 flashed on the digital clock by their bed and Erin snatched the letter from the nightstand and started reading. The rest of the letter consisted of Landon instructing Erin on what to wear for their evening. He didn't give any other details about their plans except that there would be a photo shoot, and that Erin would not be uncomfortable in anyway. She would feel loved and sexy and beautiful through the entire evening, and she would be paid for her time in wonderful, mind-numbing orgasms. Not like she hadn't already felt that today Erin thought, but felt the shivers of anticipation run through her and set upon getting dressed for her man.

Landon had instructed her to wear a skirt and blouse, with a garter belt and stockings. There was no great surprise in that for Erin. Landon loved for Erin to wear skirts and especially stockings or tights, it seemingly drove him up a wall. Erin was just glad that he enjoyed seeing her in them and tried to wear them more often than she had in the past. She was not a great fan of them, but she did have to admit to herself that over time, when she wore stockings now she felt sexier, like there was a secret beneath her clothes. She had never worn stockings before Landon, only tights and pantyhose. Landon had laid giant hints about seeing her in some sometime when they first started dating and she did feel sexy when she wore them for him.

Otherwise, Landon was not too specific about what he wanted her to wear. She went into her closet and began to look at her selection. He had told her to wear some sexy lingerie underneath her clothes, but on a night like tonight that was a given for Erin. She looked at her closet for a few more moments and decided to ponder her wardrobe while putting her lotion on. She sat down on the couch in her sitting room, and massaged the new lotion into her skin. She had just bought it yesterday, and it felt divine, it almost sensual even. 

She continued to think about what she was to wear as she rubbed the lotion in. As she finished she decided on what she would wear and Erin moved back into the closet. She pulled out the lingerie first and went to their toy box for something. She would wear the bra and garter belt that Landon had bought for her as a welcome home present from her trip overseas a few weeks back, but she would wear some different panties. The ones she got for the honeymoon, with the adjustable blocks on the back. She could spell what she wanted, and decided to be a little bit dirty for her lover tonight. He would see the message at some point in the evening, and she couldn't wait for the surprise on his face to register. 

She sat on the bed and slowly eased the silky black stockings onto her legs. The lace tops were pretty and she did think that she felt very sultry once she had them on and clipped to the garter belt. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror and felt good about the image staring back at her. She did feel wonderful and sexy and beautiful and was amazed that Landon had orchestrated this while being 25 miles away.

She moved back into the closet and selected the blue silk blouse and began to button it up on her slowly. The silk would feel wonderful this evening, and continue to drive her crazy more than likely. Her new black skirt glided easily over her hips and she tucked in the blouse. She knew with a photo shoot that Landon would want her to strip for him, so she decided the more clothes she had on the better. She pulled a light sweater vest out and pulled it on, and selected a new black blazer from the rack and slipped it on as well. This would give her plenty of clothes to discard throughout the shoot. She found her Coach heels and slipped her feet in and wandered off to the bathroom.

Landon was finally out of the office, on his way home to a night of great passion and delicious teasing with any luck. He still had a little time to kill, but he figured he'd fight the traffic now so that he wouldn't have a chance to be late. He raced through the traffic, wondering what his wife had been doing to herself all afternoon, and his cock rapidly rose in his pants again. He let it press against his pants as he thought about his wife stripping on film for him later this evening, him taking pictures of it all, watching her sexuality just overtake her. Man, he couldn't get home fast enough.

Erin applied the last little bit of lipstick and looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked very professional when her hair was up like this. Putting it up would give her another thing to be able to do for the camera later on. She felt herself gush just a bit again thinking about the fact that she would be on camera later on tonight. She had taken a good bit of time on her makeup, doing it as the person she bought her stuff from in the neighborhood said to. It looked great, even though there wasn't much there. The makeup artist said she didn't need a lot of makeup, just a little to accentuate her features. She didn't usually wear lipstick, but tonight she would, she really wanted to see Landon's cock bulge from his pants when he got a good look at her. She looked like a professional almost, but they would both know what was underneath. 

Erin turned on her stereo and sat down with another book to try and take her mind off of Landon's imminent arrival. He was only a few moments away, and her panties grew moist again with the thought of his cock slamming into her at some point this evening. She let a shiver run through and tried to concentrate on her book. 

After a couple of chapters she heard the keys in the door, and she had a great urge to run and greet Landon, but decided to let him come to her. She simply crossed her legs, turned her page and called to him where she was at. Now it was payoff time, at least she hoped.

Erin could hear Landon's footsteps as he approached her sitting room, she wanted to spread her legs and take him deep within her right then and there, but she knew he would make her wait and she was looking forward to it a bit as well. She had learned patience when it came to pleasure in the past few months. She used to want Landon's cock so badly that she would get impatient demanding it, they joked that theirs was the only relationship where the man wanted the foreplay. But with the discovery of her sexual goddess self she had learned patience as well.

Landon came through the doorway and before he could say hello Erin could hear his breath catch in his throat. Her outfit had done what it was supposed to, and to tease him a bit more, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs to make him even more in awe. Landon was finally able to squeak out a hello, and a few moments later had regained his composure almost entirely. He sat down in a chair across from Erin and inquired about her afternoon. 




The Letter



Erin felt a rush go through her as she described her shaving job, the movie, the tongue toy and ultimately Thumper. She asked several times what the plans were for the evening and Landon replied that she would find out soon enough. She talked a little more about her afternoon, she was getting hot describing it to him and she knew he was as well. 

Landon got up from his chair and walked across the room towards his wife. His cock was begging to be released from his pants, but Landon wasn't going to do that just yet. He wanted Erin teetering on the verge of losing total control by the time the evening was over, and he knew continuous orgasms was the best strategy to take in achieving those goals. He uncrossed his wife's legs, and spread them a bit. She was putty in his hands; she simply looked at him and smiled. Landon let his hand dart up her skirt and rubbed her outer lips through her panties. Erin's eyes closed and her breath got heavy as Landon continued to rub his hand along his wife's panty-covered crotch. Only a few moments after he began his play Erin grabbed his hand and held it in a spot as her body convulsed and her moans grew more pronounced. 

Her orgasm subsided and Erin released Landon's hand but he wasn't done with her yet. He continued to rub her crotch, focusing on the area that her clit was at and leaned down and whispered some dirty little nothings in her. In a few more moments Erin convulsed on his hand again. This time Landon released his grip on her and settled back down in the chair and talked a bit about the evening.

Landon was telling Erin where they were going for dinner, but she didn't really hear him. Her mind was still buzzing from the two quick, intense orgasms he had just given her. Her lust was even heavier now than it was only a few short minutes ago. She wanted to be depraved and take him right then and there, but somehow managed to restrain herself.

Her mind eventually recovered and she realized they were going to one of their favorite places and soon they were off. Landon assured her that they would not have too many plans for after dinner other than the photo shoot he had planned for her, but Erin knew that he always had something up his sleeve. 

Their dinner was lovely, as it always was when they dined at this Italian restaurant. Several times throughout the dinner Landon reached under the tablecloth and ran his hand along his wife's silken-covered thigh. These little hand caresses sent Erin even further over the deep end of her lust and she found herself wanting to desert to come and get over with quickly for the first time ever here. She needed his cock, and even though she knew she wouldn't have it immediately, the sooner she did the sooner she might have a chance to recover from being this sex-crazed being she was at the moment. 

Landon insisted on lingering at dinner for a little while longer. They ordered desert and coffee and Landon tried to make idle chit-chat, but his wife was having none of that. He could see in her eyes that if she could she would have jumped at this table right then and there. Landon's cock pressed against his trousers for probably the millionth time today with that thought. He wanted to draw this out a few moments longer, but found himself having trouble concentrating on something other than driving his cock deep inside his wife and hearing her moans as he spilled into her. 

The check finally arrived and Landon was quick to settle the tab with their waiter. Erin had never been so relieved to be leaving such a wonderful meal, but her true relief would be coming very soon. Landon wanted to go to a bookstore and look at the erotic books, but Erin pleaded and cajoled him enough to abandon that idea and to head for home. But at every red light they came to Erin found her husband's legs between her thighs, rubbing her mons and making her shudder with delight and a few orgasms when the light was long enough.

Erin truly was on the verge of losing total control. Her heart thudded in her ears, and all she could think about was sex. Landon had mentioned she was doing her sex goddess walk tonight, the one she had taken to doing without realizing it. He said her hips swayed more, her walk just looked and felt more sensual as she discovered that part of herself. She definitely felt that tonight and was tempted mightily by the idea of putting her hand up her skirt while she had been walking. That was the moment she knew she was losing control and she liked it. Landon was in charge and wanted her this way and she would fulfill his wishes.

They walked upstairs quickly and Erin turned to take his mouth in hers. Landon let their kiss linger a moment, her tongue insistently probing his mouth before he broke away and instructed her to go to the study. He would be along in a few moments with her props and the camera. Erin could feel the honey dripping out of her as she walked to the room and couldn't wait to truly get started. 

She settled into an easy chair and waited for Landon to come through the door. A few moments later he came in, holding the erotica book she had been reading earlier today, a glass of water and the camera. He told her the other props would be pulled out as needed, but he didn't want her to know everything all at once. He instructed her to start reading the book and got his camera ready.

Erin began to read and Landon started snapping pictures of her. He instructed her like a real photographer, turn your head this way, cross your legs, hold the book up, etc. Erin tried to concentrate on the words she was reading as the pictures snapped; she wanted the lust in her eyes to be genuine in these pictures. Uncross your legs, cup your left breast, look away from the camera, Landon shot off commands as he continued to take pictures, all the while encouraging her, telling Erin how gorgeous she was and how the pictures were coming out great. 

Landon put the camera down for a moment and said they were at a break. Erin looked up at him and for probably the tenth time this evening Landon let his hand go up her skirt and massaged her lips. Erin barely recognized her own moans and grunts. They sounded so guttural and primal, like an animal in heat, which she actually was. Her orgasm quickly overtook her, and Landon kept his treatment up and another one followed soon after. Then he removed his hands and told her to stand.

She stood, a bit wobbly on her feet in the aftermath of her orgasms and Landon told her to take her hair down. She let it down and shook it a bit as the flash continued to fill the room. She moved to the music that Landon had playing and slowly, playfully removed each item of clothing she had so carefully put on earlier in the day. The blazer was long gone, the vest was discarded quickly and each button on the blouse was undone slowly, sensually so that the camera caught every shot. Her blouse finally took its place in the chair with the other clothes and she seductively lowered her skirt and twirled it a moment before tossing it aside.

Clad in only her lingerie Erin could her Landon's breath catch again. She smiled and continued to sway to the music. She turned slowly so that he could see the surprise that she had teased him about earlier. The panties did have a message, and it said "Fuck me dear." Erin could hear when Landon saw the message for the first time, his breath became heavy and he told her repeatedly how sexy that was. He took several pictures of the message and Erin hoped that he would fling the camera down and finally take her like she needed so desperately. But Landon regained his composure and instructed her to take her bra off slowly. Erin unfastened it and removed it slowly teasing him a bit before tossing it aside and standing there in only her panties, her stockings and heels. 

Landon knew the photo shoot would be ending soon, his cock was insistent on that fact. The message his wife had for him nearly made him lose control, but somehow he had regained a grip so that he could keep the shoot going and keep her in a state of heightened excitement. Now in only her panties, stockings and heels she looked more beautiful than ever. He was so hot for her; she never quite realized exactly how sexy she was to him. Landon told her as much as he liked the panties it was time for them to go as well and his wife dutifully removed them. He told her to lay down on the futon he had set up and began to move in for some close-ups. 

Finally, Erin could lay down on something. She knew she would eventually, but this just meant they were that much closer to a good glorious fucking and it couldn't come soon enough. Erin knew she was done discarding clothes for the camera. Landon would keep her in her stockings and heels for the rest of the night if he could, and that was fine with Erin. She did feel sexy clad in just this, a little bit of tart, but that was a good thing. Landon continued to snap pictures, of her thigh, her body, her face, her pussy, everywhere. Erin just tried to relax and basked in the praise that her husband continued to heap on her.

"I'll be right back, time for the prop." Erin knew what it was before it came into the room. Thumper was in Landon's hands when he entered again and she had never been so happy to see a bunch of plastic. While she wanted and needed Landon's cock in her, she knew all along that he would want to watch her fuck herself for awhile. And she would certainly fulfill that request. She slid her toy in her quickly, no slow build up like earlier today and turned the vibration settings on high. 

Her moans filled the room almost instantly. She could feel her body responding in grateful relief, sexual relief was coming once again, and she had been teased so long this evening. Landon continued to snap pictures of the toy buried deep within his wife and Erin lost all track of the camera. Her body shuddered and came time and again in a quick fashion. Her body writhed as she felt Thumper move inside her and over her clit. Her body seemed to sing out in pleasure, she could feel Landon watching her and she knew he enjoyed it, but at this moment all she could feel or care about was what was already between her legs.

Landon's cock strained against his boxer shorts as he watched Erin take the cock again inside her. He knew she had been teetering on the edge of losing total control, but only after he saw her drive the toy in her and turn it on did he realize truly how far over the edge his wife truly was. It was such a sexy and beautiful sight to see, his cock oozed little bits of pre-cum on his boxers showing how excited he really was. He continued to take some pictures of his wife's face in her ecstasy and moved over to the futon and lay down beside her. He began to whisper how hot she to him in her ear, making sure she knew exactly what he thought of her outfit that evening, her ability to take directions and do everything that was asked. He could see his wife smile and moan as he said some things, but mostly she was wrapped up in her own pleasure and it was an incredible sight to see. 

After what seemed like an eternity Landon turned off Thumper and removed him from his wife. Her glassy eyes began to regain focus and she looked over at him.

"Are you going to fuck me now, please?" Erin's voice was pleading, insistent, like she needed his cock in her to survive.

"Not yet, it'll be coming in you soon enough my love." Landon replied softly and it sounded like he was in total control, but in reality he was having trouble not mounting his wife right then and there.

Instead he moved in between her legs, and began to kiss her thighs slowly. Erin sighed heavily, if she couldn't have his cock, his tongue would do just fine. She relaxed and felt the sensations as Landon ran his tongue along her thigh and over her parted lips briefly before disappearing down the other thigh. He continued this pattern for a little while, making Erin's desire grow even more incessant. Erin grabbed the back of her husband's head and dispensed with any hint of subtlety by pushing his face into her crotch. 

The shaving job did wonders for Erin; with fewer hairs there she was more sensitive and could feel his tongue even better. She could feel his stubble running along her outer lips as his tongue moved slowly up and down her opening trying to work its way inside. Erin moaned loudly and bucked her hips against his tongue and reveled in the way his tongue felt against her. 

Landon took his time and licked slowly against Erin, making sure she felt every movement by his tongue. Her hips bucked against him and he enjoyed the feeling of his wife meeting his tongue. Her juices tasted incredible as they always did. He had been wary of oral sex before he had met Erin, but once he did it to her he loved her taste, her scent the feelings and wanted to do it to her as often as possible. And all the practice was paying off. It wasn't long at all before his mouth was flooded with a rush of juices and he could hear her guttural moans signaling another orgasm overtaking her. 

After the flood subsided Landon began to chew lightly on Erin's outer lips, tugging at them slightly and sending her into another orbit entirely. She quickly spasmed and came again and Landon continued his trek upward. Using his hands he parted her folds and found her clitoris engorged and beautiful poking out from its hood. He began to lick it lightly, and slowly, the jumble of nerves was so intense that Erin couldn't handle too much direct stimulation. He continued to lick lightly, enjoying the taste and feeling the movement of her thighs against his head, as well as the moans and screams that Erin was producing. Landon continued his licking and Erin wrapped her legs around his head, holding him in place and cumming mightily. 

When her vision began to return Erin realized that she had wrapped her legs around Landon's head. She released her hold on him slowly and eased her legs back onto the futon. Landon looked up with a glistening face of her juices and was absolutely beaming. Erin worried that he didn't really like eating her out, but he continually assured her that he did and these types of smiles drove that point home to her. He moved away from her crotch and nestled beside her. He began to reach for Thumper when Erin put her hand over his.

"Please baby, I've had him for over an hour today, I don't need anymore of that. I need you pounding inside me, I want to feel release in me and let all your juices soak me, please." Erin really couldn't wait any longer for Landon's cock, she didn't even think she could handle his tongue; it was time for the main event. 

Landon seemed to agree and moved around so that he was on top of her. He removed his boxers and placed his cock at her opening. Erin took her prize in her hand and eased him slowly inside her. Her lips were so swollen and wet that even going slow Landon was quickly buried all the way inside her. He held himself there for a moment and Erin nearly had another orgasm from just feeling him enter her. 

Landon began to slowly pump his hips, moving his cock slowly in and out of his wife. She pulled her legs up with her hands so that she could feel him more tightly and they settled into a rhythm. Their pace was slow and deep, but Erin wanted more, she needed him thrusting in and out of her. 

"Give it to me baby, please, pound me with your cock, I need you to fuck me hard." This was not a request, this was a demand made by someone who did truly need what she was demanding. Landon looked deep into her eyes and started to slam his hips against hers, thrusting his cock deeply into her. Her hips bucked against his and the only sounds that could be heard for a time were the low moans of two people in total heat and the soft sloshing sounds of a pussy being repeatedly battered by a cock. 

The two continued to look into each other's eyes as their pace quickened. Without warning Erin came hard against Landon's cock, moaning loudly into his mouth as they locked in a passionate kiss. That was all Landon needed, he had needed to cum all day and feeling his wife clamp down like that on his cock made him realize he was past the point of no return.

"Wrap your legs around, I'm about to cum." Landon's voice sounded the same as Erin's had. Doing as she was told she encouraged Landon to come hard and fill her with his cum. His cock grew as it always did right before it shot its load and Erin could feel how hot it was and felt her orgasm coming as well. 

Landon could only feel the tight walls of his wife clamping down on him, not wanting him to leave when he retreated from each thrust and his orgasm built. The tingling sensation in his balls moved upwards and the spasm of delight he got right before he shot his load came quickly and then he felt himself pumping load after load of himself deep within his wife. He pushed forward and milked every moment of the orgasm that he could. He had been waiting for this all day and enjoyed it immensely and more than likely it was not the only one he would have this evening. 

Feeling Landon shoot load after load of his white hot cum into her Erin orgasmed once again. They both took awhile to come back down from the heavenly realms they had been in only moments before. Landon's cock began to shrink within her and he pulled out and settled beside her. Erin wrapped herself around his body and could feel the white discharge already leaking out of her opening. They talked softly about little nothings as lovers do in the afterglow of the moment before Landon sat up and asked what she really thought of the day.

"I think that this needs to be something that we do on a regular basis." Erin said and she could feel herself get excited by the thought. Landon agreed and they began to chat about doing days like this every now and then to help them reconnect with the sexual animals that resided deep within both of them. But for now they simply held each other and rested up for later on that evening when they would repeat these last few moments of the evening. 



The Letter



"You're telling me that you didn't write this?"

Eric was beginning to grow agitated at the accusations from his co-worker Melissa and close friend. "No! I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Melissa held, in her hand, a hand-written letter anonymously left in her intern's in-box. The letter was very intimate, and expressed feelings for her that she had longed to experience since her last break up several years before. She had loved and adored Eric since they met as freshmen in college, because he was one of the few straight men who respected Melissa's sexuality for what it is, and didn't view her as a potential conquest. They remained friends through law school, and eventually ended up working at the same firm together.

"Eric, please quit screwing around. This isn't funny to me, and you of all people should understand why."

Eric bolted from his seat, adamant to prove his innocence, "Melissa, I didn't write the damn letter. If I did, I would tell you, but I didn't. I didn't, and I wouldn't. You're right – I do know what you've been through in the past, and I wouldn't use that to my advantage. Not now, not ever, and I also really don't appreciate being accused of this, either." 

"Fine," Melissa barked, spinning and turning back to her office, unconvinced. Her summer intern, Tracey, had witnessed the heated exchange from just outside of Melissa's office, down the hall from Eric's. Melissa stormed into her office, not making eye contact with Tracey. Tracey waited a few minutes, then quietly crept into her office. 

"Are you OK?"

"No." Melissa paused for a moment, not making eye contact. "Yes. I will be."

"Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

Melissa spun in her chair to look at Tracey, flipping her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face. "Black."

Tracey left to get her boss some coffee, while Melissa re-read the letter. The manner in which it was written was so heartfelt, so full of emotion, she couldn't help but to be moved by it. Whoever had written it seemed to know her well, as well as the things she'd been through the last several years. She mulled over the multiple pages of the letter, absorbing the words again. As she reached the bottom of the second page, Tracey returned with her coffee, setting it on her desk.

"Anything else?"

"No, thank you. Will you shut my door for me?" Melissa spun her chair back around, and refocused on the letter. 

Tracey turned and walked from Melissa's office, closing the door behind her. Tracey returned to her desk, continuing to clean up her workspace. It was her last day, and she was returning to college the following week. She took an office job to earn money, and to gain experience over the summer, and felt fortunate to be able to work for Melissa. She found her to be a good mentor, even though Melissa often seemed cold and distant from her. 

The afternoon passed by, and as most people were leaving the office for the weekend, Eric approached Tracey's desk. Tracey's long, black hair was pulled back behind her head as she cleaned out her desk for the final time. 

"Today's your last day, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm going to miss it here."

"We'll miss you, too. Tracey, you really did a great job this summer. I don't know how much you heard that, but as far as I'm concerned, it wasn't enough."

Tracey smiled at Eric. "Thank you. That's nice to know. Really."

"If you ask me, you'll have a job here next summer if you want it, and even when you graduate in a few years. We'd love to have you as part of our team."

"I just hope Melissa feels the same way."

"I know she does." Eric paused. "How's she doing?"

"I haven't seen her since early this afternoon, right after you guys..." Tracey's voice trailed off.

"Right. I wanted to speak to her before I left for the weekend."

"Eric...I feel awkward even asking this, because I don't know you that well, but did you write the letter?"

Eric's response was instantaneous, and also convincing. "NO! I didn't even know what she was talking about when she first came to me. Whatever it was must have hit close to the bone, though, because she was pretty upset about the whole thing."

"Do you think it hurt her?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'd say that some of her wounds haven't quite healed yet." Eric paused, looked around, and lowered his voice. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I will anyway. A few years ago, Melissa was dating a woman named Lisa. Nice girl, attractive. They had great chemistry. Lisa took care of Melissa when she had her surgery. She was fantastic. They'd dated for a while, then Lisa suddenly dumped her; totally out of the blue. It crushed Melissa. No one saw it coming, especially Mel. She was devastated. Lisa quickly wound up with someone else, and Mel is still seeking closure from that relationship. She tells me a lot, but there are things that I think she holds back. Maybe she thinks I'll judge her. She's wrong." 

"Wow," Tracey began, looking away. "I didn't know all of that." 

"Yeah. Keep that under your hat, though. I don't know how much Mel would want you to know about."

"I swear. Not a word."

"OK," Eric said with a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." He turned, and began walking toward Melissa's office. He stopped at the door, leaned in to listen inside, and heard nothing. He looked back at Tracey, who was watching him, and turned back to knock on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again, slowly opening the door in front of him. Melissa sat staring out of her office window, heels off, music quietly playing from a radio. She held the letter in her hand as she gazed outside. She saw Eric's reflection in the window.

"What do you want?" Her voice was emotionless, and it was clear that she'd been crying.

"I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Much better before this," she replied, holding the letter up in the air. Her stare never left the window.

"Mel, will you tell me what the letter says?"

"You wrote it, Eric. You tell me."

"Don't start..."

Melissa replied sternly, "Start what? Nobody knows all the details of my life that are in this letter, except you. How many nights did you and I stay here talking about Lisa? How many nights did we stay here talking about lots of things? I never expected you to..." Melissa stopped herself, because she couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence.

"To what?"

"To fall..." Melissa sighed. "To fall in love with me."

"WHOA! Hold on. Melissa, I am crazy about you, and I would do anything for you. But I am NOT in love with you, and I did NOT write that letter."

"Get out."

Eric couldn't believe what was happening. "What?"

"Eric, just please leave. I don't need this. I didn't need this from, of all people, you. I thought we were OK, but this...I don't need it."

Angry, Eric turned and started out. He stopped as he was headed out, and turned back to face Melissa, who still had not made eye contact with him. "Melissa, I didn't write that letter. You need to believe that. You also need to believe that you can love, and can be loved. Lisa wasn't the end of the world. "

Melissa had heard enough. "Oh, God, won't you PLEASE LEAVE!?!" She was on the verge of more tears.

Eric stormed out of the office, looking at Tracey as he began to head for the elevator. "Stay in touch, OK? Good luck in school, and good luck with..." He began jerking his thumb toward Melissa's office, intentionally omitting Melissa's name.

Tracey watched in silence as he stormed out, offering a hand wave that he never saw. Eric stomped to the elevator, enraged of the lack of faith from his friend, followed by her continued disbelief of him. He was angry that they'd earned each other's trust over the years of knowing each other, and of her waiving of that trust now. The elevator arrived, and Eric boarded it, pressing the button for the lobby.

Tracey slowly made her way to Melissa's office door, still agape from Eric's exit. Melissa began to tear up again, watching dark clouds roll in from the west side of town. 

"Looks like rain," she said. Tracey didn't feel as if the words were necessarily intended for her, but for anyone within earshot. 

"Yeah."

Tracey looked at Melissa for a moment, unsure of what to say. Many things came to her head, but she cowered from all of them. 

Finally, after what had been a seemingly endless length of time, Melissa turned away from the window, and made eye contact with Tracey. 

"Are you ready to go back to school?"

"Yes and no. I miss my friends there, but I'll miss working for you."

Melissa smiled for the first time in hours, albeit faintly. "I'll miss you, too. You're really a cut above. Not just as an intern, but in every other way, too."

Tracey smiled. "Thank you. You don't know how much I wanted to hear that."

"I'm sorry you had to see all of that between Eric and me today. I know you've been here enough late nights to know that it's not always like that. In fact...we never fight. We fought once before in college and it was over something petty - so petty, in fact, that I don't even remember what it was now. "

"Melissa, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Tracey collected herself, and asked. "Do you really think that Eric wrote the letter?"

Melissa looked down at the letter, still in her hand. "I don't know who else would have. There's a lot in here that only he would know. It's a beautiful letter, though. Whoever wrote it...well...they know how to get someone. They got me." She swallowed hard as she finished her comment.

"Listen, Tracey, if you ever need anything, you call me, you understand? If you ever want to come by to say hello, here or at home, do it. You remember where I live, right? From the 4th of July party?"

"I do. Thank you, Melissa. It means so much to me."

Tracey wanted to say something else, but was unsure of what to say. Melissa was such a strong personality, and their fifteen-year age difference always put Tracey off, somewhat. Melissa sensed Tracey's uneasiness, and as she had always attempted to do in similar situations, tried to take control of the situation. 

"Come on. I'll walk to the parking garage with you. Let's go before the rain starts."

Melissa gathered her purse, and coffee mug. She straightened out her Prada business suit, and wiped her face. Looking outside, she wished she'd had an umbrella, as well. Tracey picked up a box full of her things, and began walking out with Melissa. They took the elevator down, and walked out to the garage. They'd parked fairly close to one another that morning, and in walking, reached Tracey's car first. Tracey unlocked the car, and placed the box in the backseat. 

"The weather's gonna get nasty, so I should let you go," Melissa said. "Come here."

Tracey moved in to hug Melissa goodbye. She began to fight back tears, as she was afraid that she might never see her mentor again. She desperately searched for the words to say, but nothing sounded right. Finally, she settled on three words.

"Don't forget me."

They were said quietly, and if Melissa hadn't been hugging her, they might have been inaudible. Melissa tightened her grip around Tracey. "I won't."

They ended their embrace as a thunderclap broke the awkward silence. "Bye, Melissa."

"I hope to see you again soon, Tracey. Good luck, and take care."

Tracey got inside her car, and watched Melissa walk to hers. Melissa got in her car, started it, and backed out, never looking back at Tracey. She pulled away before Tracey had even backed out of her spot. Finally, Tracey pulled out, and left the garage.

The evening rain began to pound on the roof of Melissa's house. She'd made it home before the real downpour began, and after making dinner, she sat on her couch with a glass of wine, and began to re-read the letter for what seemed like the thousandth time. She slowly flipped through the multiple pages, re-absorbing the words that cut through her like a knife. The author spoke to her directly, talking of her beauty, her intelligence, her kindness, her gentle nature, and of a fierce love for her that was buried deeply inside, afraid of allowing it to surface because of the consequences. It spoke of Melissa's last relationship, and how abruptly and horribly it ended, and the devastation that Melissa carried with her even now, not allowing herself to move on from that part of her life. She read the letter an additional three times sitting on her couch after settling in, and finally she flung the letter in anger. The pages ripped through the air, scattering all about her living room. She watched the pages fall to the floor, listening to the echoes of the sound of the paper. She took a sip from her wine, staring at nothing in particular. She began to seethe, thinking of Eric. She'd known him for years, and he was her most trusted male friend. She had told him details of her life she'd never told any other man. Much of her trust came from the establishing of their ground rules that he would never become attracted to her. Now, she thought, all of that is gone. She had felt like she had lost the two people closest to her, Lisa and now Eric, within a span of a couple of years. She couldn't maintain a friendship with someone who was attracted to her. Her past simply wouldn't allow her to.

Melissa looked out her window as an earsplitting thunderclap struck outside the moment she lit the first of two scented candles. The downpour outside began to intensify as Melissa took another sip of her wine. At that moment, someone outside knocked on her door.

Who the hell is out in this kind of weather, Melissa thought to herself, as she stood up to answer. She arrived at the door, and peered through the peephole. She saw her surprise visitor standing outside, pulled her head back involuntarily, stood in shock for a moment, and then opened the door.

Outside drenched from the rain and holding a bouquet of roses was Tracey. She was trembling, and had clearly been crying.

"I wrote the letter," she said apprehensively. 

Melissa stood in disbelief, staring at her now-former intern. Tracey was standing outside, visibly upset. and had just uttered four words that she didn't expect to hear from anyone other than Eric. She was still trying to process the words when she told Tracey, "Come in."

Tracey began sobbing as she entered Melissa's home. With only nervous crying, she offered the roses to Melissa. "What are these for?" 

"Because I'm in love with you." Tracey's voice was very nasally, but her eyes best communicated her sincerity. 

"Oh my God..." Melissa was unsure of what to say. She wasn't prepared for this tonight, and felt like the emotional roller coaster she'd been on today had just taken another sharp turn. "You're soaked. Do you want to change into something dry?"

Tracey nodded her head timidly. Melissa led her to her bedroom, and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. "These should fit you OK. Change, then come back in the living room. Sounds like we need to talk." 

Melissa returned to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase of water. She then poured Tracey a glass of wine, and refreshed her own glass. She sighed deeply, unsure of how to deal with this new twist. She did find Tracey very attractive, many things concerned her, not the least of which was the age difference between them, and Melissa's own demons. The door to Melissa's bedroom opened, and Tracey emerged wearing a pink tee shirt, and gray sweatpants. Her long, wavy black hair was still very wet, and to be dressed so casually, looked quite alluring. Her nubile body filled out the borrowed clothes quite nicely. She had stopped crying, but was still clearly nervous. 

"Want a towel for your hair?"

"Yes, please." Melissa led Tracey to her bathroom, while she admired her former boss. She pulled a fresh towel out from the closet, and handed it to Tracey. They made their way back into the living room, where their wineglasses waited for them. They each sat down on the couch, on either end, and picked up their glasses. They each took a sip, as Melissa waited for Tracey to begin.

"I hope you don't think I'm a stalker or something," Tracey said. "I needed to do this tonight, while I had the courage. Just like the letter today."

Melissa stared at her, unsure of what to say. "I guess I should tell you that the letter was beautifully written. You really moved me, although I'm curious to know how you knew so much detail about my past."

Tracey smiled. "All those late nights I worked, and was just outside of your office, when you and Eric were inside talking, sometimes laughing, and sometimes crying - I paid attention to you. Melissa...I'm fascinated by you. You're strong, you're smart, you're funny...you're beautiful. You also seem unafraid."

Melissa scoffed slightly at the final comment. "I don't know about that. I think I'm as big of a chicken as there is."

Tracey continued. "Being around you made me less afraid. While I was intimidated by your position in the office, at times, other times you were such a great role model to me. Times that I wanted to...you know...come out."

"I didn't even know you were a..." 

Tracey cut her off. "Lesbian? To be honest, neither did I. I've been with men, but never enjoyed it the way I thought I should, or was supposed to. I had an experience two semesters ago with a girl I met at a party. We were both pretty drunk, but I remember loving it. I remember questioning myself, wondering if I liked it because I was so drunk, or if it was something more. That night, despite being inebriated, something inside me woke up. Something I never knew was there. It's undeniable. While I find some men attractive, by and large I find myself attracted to women. Beautiful women, smart women, funny women...women like you."

Melissa gazed at Tracey. "I don't know what to say."

"I'd really like it if you would say what you're thinking." There was a pause between them. "Please?"

Melissa sighed. "Tracey, I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive, but I have to be honest – you don't want to get involved with me."

"Why? It's my age, right?"

"That's a part of it, but not that big of a part. It's a concern. I'm 35, and you're 20. There's a lot of difference in our lives. I'm settled into making my mark in the world, you're still chiseling out your spot. There are maturity issues. You should still be meeting people, having fun, being carefree. I've passed that stage of my life."

"You said that wasn't the biggest part."

Melissa looked away for a moment, and then began to speak. "I got hurt a few years ago, as you seem to know. It destroyed me, Tracey. A part of me died, when that happened - a part of me that will never live again. I don't know that I even want to love again. I'm only now getting to the point where I can even talk about Lisa without breaking down and crying."

Tracey took Melissa's hand. She loved the feel of her skin, and now that she had revealed her secret, she had an entirely new appreciation for her touch. She had hugged her hours earlier, and yet the feeling she felt now was multiplied by a thousand. Melissa couldn't deny to herself that she enjoyed the touch of another woman for the first time in quite a while, and there was an attraction she felt to Tracey. Her fear gripped her, however.

"I lost my heart then, Tracey. I can't lose it again."

Tracey inched closer to Melissa for the first time, their hands still locked. "Melissa, I can't promise you it would be a bed of roses. I can't even promise you it would be forever. What I can promise you," she said, moving her face slowly closer to Melissa's, their eyes interlocked, "is that you can trust me."

Trembling, Melissa's voice turned to a whisper. "I'm afraid."

Tracey shifted her voice to a whisper, as well. "Believe in me." 

With that, Tracey moved to kiss Melissa's mouth. Her guard dropped, Melissa began to return her kiss, and clenching Tracey's hand tightly as Melissa's other hand began to caress Tracey's cheek. Their tongues probed each other's mouths as they began to drink in the scents and presence of one another. Melissa's breath accelerated as she began to feel things she hadn't felt for some time. She moved her hand to touch Tracey's stomach and side, as Tracey maneuvered herself to give Melissa all the access to her body that she wanted.




The Letter



Tracey broke their lips' embrace to begin kissing Melissa's neck lightly. Melissa held her closely as Tracey began kissing every inch of Melissa's exposed skin she could. Melissa flipped her blonde hair out of the way so that Tracey could continue her work. Tracey had fantasized about this moment countless times, and she now finally had the object of her fantasies in her grasp. She began to take control, attempting to show Melissa that her love was more than just a silly crush; it was very, very real. Melissa was unable to help herself from giving in to the moment. 

"I want you," Tracey whispered.

"I'm yours," Melissa immediately answered, pulling Tracey to the floor. Melissa lay on her back as Tracey began to unbutton her new lover's shirt. Melissa looked up at Tracey, kneeling above her. With every second, her fear began to disappear, and she began to put her heart, as well as her body, into Tracey's hands. Tracey unsnapped Melissa's bra, and tossed it aside, revealing her bare breasts. Tracey gazed upon them, then taking them into her hands, massaging them gently. Melissa began to take her pants off, when Tracey moved her hands down to Melissa's, stopping her. 

"Please...let me."

Without a word, Melissa allowed Tracey to do whatever she wanted. Tracey moved down and finally took Melissa's left nipple into her mouth, nibbling very gingerly on it as her hands slid down to unbutton Melissa's pants. Melissa began pulling Tracey's shirt off, whipping it quickly off and over her head, and tossing it aside. Tracey began to slowly kiss her way down Melissa's stomach, licking sporadically, and looking up at her partner's face, gauging her pleasure. Melissa raised her head up to watch, drinking in the feel of Tracey's mouth on her torso, descending to in between her legs. The moment she felt Tracey's breath on her moistened labia, Melissa twitched in anticipation. Without haste, Tracey began licking her lower lips gently, almost cautiously, as if this perfect moment would stop if she did something wrong. Melissa arched her back, and pressed her crotch against Tracey's face, begging to feel what she hadn't felt in years. Tracey pressed her hands against the inside of Melissa's soft inner thighs, lapping up the juices that Melissa produced eagerly. Melissa's body twitched with ecstasy, her hand slapping a chair that sat just behind where her head rested on the floor. Her legs wrapped around Tracey's body as she reached down to grab her hair.

Melissa shouted out her exhilaration. "Yes, baby...please...please make me come....!"

Tracey's tongue made its way to her clitoris, now waiting earnestly. The moment Melissa felt the tongue on her clit, her body felt as if a volcanic explosion was about to take place. Her hands left Tracey's hair, and reached on either side of her own body, one arm placed against the chair, the other on the floor. Tracey's tongue stirred feverishly over and on Melissa's sexual trigger for only a few moments until she had to brace herself. The volcano had arrived.

"OHH GOD!!! YES!!! AHH!! OOOH!!" 

Melissa's body tightened up momentarily as she climaxed, then relaxed. "Get up here," she told Tracey, motioning for her young former intern to straddle her face.

Wasting no time, Tracey stood only long enough to remove her borrowed sweats and her panties, and tossed them to the side. Melissa's hand massaged her sensitive clit, as Tracey moved to kneel just above Melissa's waiting mouth. Melissa slid her arms up and down Tracey's back, and began caressing her smooth young skin, as well as her ass while her tongue began rapidly exploring her pussy. Tracey held onto the chair beside her for leverage, looking down at her older lover, whose eyes were closed, yet her face showed intensity. Tracey began to grind her pussy all over Melissa's face as she looked away at the floor where the pages of the letter lay. She was in the midst of thanking God she had the courage to write it when she felt Melissa's hand firmly slap her ass.

"Ungh!" Tracey began pinching her own nipples as Melissa's tongue continued pleasing her. A few more minutes passed, and Tracey began to feel something stirring inside her, as well. Melissa could feel her young lover's inner thigh begin to quiver as she erupted. 

"FUCK, YES, FUCK, YES!! AAAHHHH!!!"

Tracey's body convulsed as she came, while Melissa held onto her body as long as she could. Finally, Tracey collapsed next to her on the floor, their mouths meeting again, each enjoying the taste of the other. Melissa's hands began to caress Tracey's face gently, as she ended the kiss to say, "Thank you".

Tracey looked at her, slightly puzzled. "For what?"

"You have no idea what you did tonight. I've felt dead for a very long time, in great part to the events you wrote about in the letter. Tonight, I felt an awakening inside of me; I felt a feeling I haven't felt in a very long time." Melissa kissed her again. "So, thank you." 

Tracey smiled. "I hope it won't be the last time I can make you feel this." She leaned in to kiss Melissa again. They lay in the floor, kissing one another for several more minutes. Finally, Tracey broke their lips' embrace to ask, "Are you hungry?"

"Starving. I feel like pancakes. There's a great diner a few blocks from here, but I have to make a phone call first. I have a big apology to make."

She dialed Eric's home number, and after fifteen minutes, had mended their lengthy friendship with an explanation and a heartfelt apology. After she hung up, Tracey asked, "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah. He just told me that he always knew there was an angry lesbian inside me, somewhere." She laughed as she finished her sentence.

Tracey took Melissa's hand, and began guiding her towards the bedroom. "Well, angry one, I say we build up even more of an appetite before we go out for those pancakes." Melissa didn't try to resist. With a smile, she allowed not only her young protégé, but her heart as well, to lead her into the bedroom and shut the door. 



The Letter



The letter was waiting for me when I got home.

She had left it for me in the one place she knew I would certainly find it: Taped to a beer bottle in the fridge.

So, I grabbed the beer, tore off the letter, opened the bottle and went into the living room to settle down in my easy chair and read what she had to say.

"Oh, Baby," it started. "I am so embarrassed to write this letter and I hope you won't be too mad with me.

"This has been coming for some time, I suppose. You leaving so early each morning, coming home so late at night and me having nothing to do all day except sit and watch TV.

"Oh, you have been a good husband to me, working so hard, bringing home the bacon, keeping me comfortable. But I guess I have been getting bored. I need to have my man around, but we can't make it if you do not work. I was so weak, so desperate, so needy. 

"You come home at night. You drink your beer, you watch your TV, then you go to bed so tired you just fall asleep. I watch you, I touch you and I wish things were like they were when we first married. Do you remember how you used to just grab me, feel me up, throw me down and just fuck me? I remember how your hard cock felt inside me. I remember how your hairy chest would rub across my titties making them so erect. I remember how you used to grunt and howl and cum so hard in me. I remember how your sweaty body would collapse on me and how you would hold me so tight like you would never let me go.

"Why did you stop doing that? Why did you stop making me your wife every night? Why did I have to start finding things to put inside me to pretend they were you?

"I never meant for today to happen. I never meant to get so lonely that you wouldn't be the only man in my life anymore. I never meant to cheat on you and now I feel so guilty.

"I can't believe I am telling you this but, in a way, I do not think I could ever feel right again if I didn't. You have been so good to me in so many ways, yet so bad to me in others. Had you been here, I doubt this would have happened. But you were not here, it happened, and now, baby, I just do not know what to do."

I took a swig of my beer and tried to imagine my darling Andrea with another man. I just couldn't picture it in my mind.

Andrea is a delight of a creature. Petite at 5'2" she has avocado shaped breasts that fit nicely her 32B-24-34 frame. I would often easily pick up her tiny body in my arms, her long brown hair splashing over my shoulders and chest, and carry her off to the bedroom, my little baby doll, for nights of fiery, unrestrained passion.

But, like she said, that was long ago. I tried to remember the last time I had taken to fucking my pretty baby and couldn't put a date on it. It must have been months ago that I last came home and the urge hit me.

She had been in the kitchen when I got home, setting out dinner. She was wearing only a black lacy bra and blue jeans that hugged her legs and curvy ass like a second skin.

She was right. When the mood hit me I charged in like a bull, tearing into her pretty flesh like there was no tomorrow.

Well, she looked up from the table, saw me and flashed me a 'welcome home' smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight at my presence and she moved to kiss me.

I took her kiss, soft and sensuous, hungry and inviting, and then held her out at arms length to take in the beauty of her body. The black bra contrasted nicely with her pale skin. It covered a little more than half her breasts, leaving an enticing bulge and lots of cleavage open to my view. I thought I would melt taking in the site of her half-covered breasts. I pulled her to me and plunged my face into her cleavage.

The soft flesh of her mounds caressed the sides of my face as my tongue wallowed in the taste of her breast flesh. Oh, how I was in heaven buried in her skin. Oh how wonderful she smelled as I licked and sucked and shook my head back and forth against her chest. Her skin was so warm against me and aroused my beast inside.

I swept her off her feet, into my arms and bent my mouth to engulf one of her lace clad breasts. Her tit filled my mouth and I sucked deeper, hearing her tiny gasp. My teeth found her erect nipple through the cloth and I bit down on it, getting rewarded with another gasp.

"God, I'm going to eat you up," I said, sinking to my knees and resting her on the floor.

I stared down at her prone form and luxuriated in the site of her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. I tore off my shirt staring at her twinkling eyes. She wanted me and was lying there, waiting for me to take her. I struggled out of my pants, kicking off my shoes when they got in the way of my rush to be naked.

My dick sprung out, hard as a rock. Her eyes shifted to stare at it and a smile grew on her lips.

I grabbed at her jeans, fumbling with the snap, yanking on the zipper, then roughly peeling them, panties and all, from her body. Her pussy winked up at me, already glistening with her juices. She kept it bare, the way I liked it, and now that white flesh with a hint of pink showing through, yelled at me, leaking tears of sex, waiting for me and only me.

I spread her legs at the knees and got on top of her. I looked down at her bra covered breasts, grabbed one tightly with my hands. When she took a sharp intake of breath at the pressure, I rammed my penis home. She cried out once as I found my depth. I collapsed on her as I felt her warm flesh enfold my rod. I plowed again into her depths, feeling flesh give way, feeling muscles part before my dick and clamp back around it, encasing me in silky goodness.

"Oh, you're too good for me," I moaned as I felt my penis twitch with the pleasure of being inside my wife. I pulled back, feeling the contours of her inner cunt slide along my tool. Ohhhh, I had never had a better woman.

I entered her again, giving her my whole length, feeling all of her insides rub against me. She wrapped her arms around my back and urged me inward with a soft "ohhhh".

I looked down at her face, eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth parted as she enjoyed the feel of me inside her.

I went slowly, changing my rush of entry into long, slow stokes so that I could enjoy the feel of my baby. I was in her, gripped by her, and she was lying there, letting me take her. God, how I wanted more than I was getting. Lord how I wanted everything she had to give.

She was pushing up against me, hungry for the motion of my meat inside her. I kept my pace steady, staring at her face, bathing in the how it looked as I gave myself to her. Her features would scrunch up on my in-stroke, sometimes popping her eyes open, then it would relax as I withdrew, often with a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I pressed harder, watching her mouth form an 'O'. Her chest raised up against me and her bra grazed my chest.

Oh, God, her tits. I pressed against her chest, feeling her breasts, firm and ripe, compress against me. I felt her hardened nipples dig against my chest and got even harder inside her.

"Take me," I gasped, "Take me," and her arms tightened around my back.

I forced myself downward, quickly into her womb. Again. Again. Her body was plastered to mine. I closed my eyes, pulled her tight against me and buried my head in her shoulders. Her scent filled my nostrils as I pounded faster and faster into her. Her body reacted to mine, bucking against me, milking my shaft.

"Ahhhhh, " she suddenly cried. "Fuck me. Oh yes, fuck me. Make me cum. Oh, make me cuuuummmmm."

She pushed her hips off the ground and rapidly whipped her twat repeatedly into my crotch. I gave back to her as she started letting out a long scream. Her body tightened against mine as her scream reached a crescendo. She stiffened against me and suddenly got extremely wet. Her body fell to the floor beneath me and suddenly was limp and loose, wracking with spasms.

All the while I continued pumping, giving her my steel. Her body shook and trembled savagely now as I gritted my teeth and whipped into her.

"Gonnna...cum," I grunted as her arms fell from about me and lay limp on the floor. "Gonnna....cum," I grunted again as I felt her slickness on my penis. "Gonna....cum" I repeated a third time as I pictured my sweet darling, limp from the fucking I was giving her, open and vulnerable to my sperm.

"Oh, yes," I screamed as I suddenly popped inside her. My sperm rushed out, coating her insides, joining with her wetness. "Oh, yes, of yes oh yes," I repeated as I stroked myself dry into her flesh.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned, draining myself, pulling her limp, bra-clad body against mine. "Oh, yes, Andrea, oh fucking yes!"

That had been months ago. Too many months. My dick was stiffening now, thinking back on the memory and I lightly fingered myself through my pants. There was more of the letter to read and I picked it back up to continue.

"He is not a particularly attractive man," she wrote. "But he was there when I needed him.

"I have taken to masturbating more and more often during the day, not that you would notice. When I feel horny, I will go and find one of your work shirts, something with the smell of you still on it, and put it on. Just your shirt. Nothing else. I will bet you didn't know that your smell turns me on. It reminds me so much of your manliness and your strength. It reminds me of your tight muscles and firm chest. It reminds me of your sex.

"Your shirts, smelling of your sweat and cologne, are all I have of you during the day. At night at least I can rest my head upon your sleeping chest, rub your tight stomach and play with your soft dick. It is small comfort, but comfort at least. During the day, I have your shirts and I wear them. I wear them to masturbate in.

"Sometimes it is just my fingers, but other times I need you so badly that I use other things. I bought toys. No, I do not think you have ever seen them. I did not know what you would think of them. Perhaps if I had shown you them before today, you would have realized what I am missing and I would not have been so tempted to do what I did.

"Oh, baby, how can I be both so sad and so happy about today? How could I be sad that I cheated on you but still happy that after so long I had a man fill me up? How could I have hurt you so, just to satisfy myself?"

I put the letter down again. I realized that I had been reading it nonchalantly, like it was another piece of mail. What did I feel? My wife was telling me she had fucked another man. Was I in shock? Why wasn't I feeling rage? Why wasn't I collapsing into a mindless, withering pool of sorrow and self pity that I thought would happen if my Andrea ever stepped out on me?

I shrugged and continued reading.

"He came to the door while I was on the floor, pushing a dildo into me. I had been rubbing your shirt tail between my pussy lips, pretending the rough fabric was your fingers. Then I was pushing the dildo far up inside me, hard and fast, like you do with your cock. The shirt was mostly unbuttoned and I was feeling my breasts with my other hand, thinking about you biting and nipping and sucking on them. I was almost to orgasm when the doorbell rang. I wasn't thinking. I jumped up and answered the door, still flush with my almost-sex.

"It was one of those rush-delivery men. Balding, middle-aged, pot-bellied but standing there in those cute brown shorts.

"I answered the door and he just stared at me. I realized belatedly that one of my breasts was showing, my nipple poking out from the edge of the shirt. He eyed my breast with his mouth open, then slowly, his eyes dropped to the tail of the shirt. It was soaked with my juices.

"I just stood there as well, not knowing what to do. I had been caught. His eyes flicked past me and opened wider as he saw the dildo lying on the living room floor. Again we both were silent until finally he said: 'Package for Mister Martin. I need someone to sign.'

"I broke out of my stupor and asked him to come in. It didn't seem right shutting the door in his face and I couldn't stand there in case the neighbors saw. 

"I know... Why didn't I just cover myself up? I don't know. I really don't know. I just felt like a bad girl, I guess. Maybe I just wanted to be noticed.

"Well, he followed me inside. I bent to pick up the dildo and when I stood up and turned back to him, he was right behind me and I bumped into him. Your box and his electronic pad thing fell to the floor and we both bent to pick them up. I noticed while I bent over, that his eyes locked on my breasts, hanging down and fully exposed through your large shirt.

"Something about his staring started a tingling inside me. Maybe it was because I had been so close to orgasm before. Whatever it was, his rapt attention awakened something inside me. It has been years since a man besides you has seen my breasts. Now, with him staring at my nakedness, I felt strangely sexy, strangely empowered. It felt good to make another man drool over me.

"I reached up, pulled his head to me, and kissed him. Just like that. I kissed him.

"We didn't say a word after the kiss. I led him over to the couch and we sat down. I started unzipping his pants and he took off my shirt.

"Of course his mouth went straight for my breasts. He sucked and savaged them like a man starving. I laid back on the couch and let him suck me wildly. He put first one breast then the other in his mouth, dancing his lips back and forth between them like he couldn't decide which one he liked better. Then a hand was gripping my left breast, scrunching and squeezing it while his mouth gobbled up my right one.

"It felt good and I was moaning with pleasure. My crotch was bucking up against his bare dick and I wanted him inside me. He was paying so much attention to my breasts that he didn't feel me trying to get him inside me. Finally I reached down and put his dick at the entrance to my pussy. Instinct took over and he sank fully into me.

"Oh, baby, I yelped at his penetration. He wasn't long like you, but he was fat. His girth stretched me and I yelled as I was split apart.

"Then he started to jack-rabbit me. Short quick strokes that caused me to gasp at each one. His heavy body pushed me into the couch and the fabric bounded me back against him.

"I didn't touch him after that first quick touch to place his cock in me. I let him take control, the way I like you to. Oh, baby, it was him doing the fucking, but you I saw in my mind. The stretching of my twat wasn't the way you stretch it, but I could only imagine it was you there. He was fucking me, but I realized it was only you I could love. All I needed was the pleasure he was giving me, the pleasure you haven't given me in ages. I even breathed your name several times and he didn't care. He just humped me harder.

"And yes, baby, I came. He was moving so fast, drilling me so hard and smooth that I couldn't help but cum. I came all over the delivery man, smashing my pussy up to his feasting dick. Quenching my thirst for water by drinking his in. I came, baby, and made him so wet with my juices that he came gushing into me.

"He came with a yell so loud the neighbors might have heard. I put my hands over his mouth and smothered his remaining screams into muffled grunts.

"He jerked his body into mine, finishing hard, shoving me into the cushions with abandon. When he finished, I stroked his body as he lay upon me. I felt his dick shrink in me, and then kissed his cheek before pushing him off me.

"I stood up and his cream leaked down my legs. My pussy was puffy and red and twitching and I reached down to touch it. Some of his jizz came off on my fingers and I couldn't help but lick them clean.

"He pulled his pants up, still staring at my body. I felt good, having had my itch scratched and having had this middle-aged man cream inside me. I picked up his pad, signed for your package and led him out the door, still fully nude. I watched him go down the walk. He looked back a couple times before jumping in his truck and leaving with his horn honking.

"That was how I spent my afternoon, baby, cheating on you with a man who I don't know and might never even see again. I am sorry, baby, and maybe you won't want me anymore. I was just so hungry for cock, any cock, that any cock would do. I much prefer yours, honey, but if you do not want me anymore, I understand.

"I am in the bedroom right now, waiting on you. If you want my pussy, it is here for the taking. If you do not want it anymore, if I have spoiled it for you, I understand and I will leave you alone. The choice is yours. You can come and get my pussy now and promise to keep it satisfied or you can leave it alone and it will find its own pleasure.

"Like I said, the choice is yours, take it or leave it.

"Love, your darling wife, Andrea."

I put down my wife's letter and drank off the rest of my beer. My cock by now was straining in my pants. I grabbed it roughly, then freed it, gazing at its enormous length and comparing it mentally to the delivery guys short fat one. I saw in my mind his misshapen body trouncing up and down upon my delicate wife and surprisingly, it twitched and grew harder. I ran my fist up and down it, imagining my wife grunting and groaning under another man's cock. I thought of the other man feeling up my wife, sucking her perfect breasts, getting off on her succulent pussy.

I didn't want to imagine anymore. I wanted to feel my wife again, to be inside her myself. I ripped off my clothes, all of them, and strode purposefully upstairs to the bedroom. My dick was hard and leading the way. The beast was awakened and tonight, yes, starting tonight, my wife would have nothing more to feel lonely about.



The Letter



Dear Tess, 

I'm fresh off of the phone with you and my cock is still totally hard. I doubt that I'll ever be able to explain how much I wish that I could be there with you, be inside of you, hearing you moan while we're fucking. I'm going to try to get this written before I absolutely have to go touch myself, but my imagination is already out of control. This could, possibly, be a letter that I shouldn't write, but you tell me that you like my honesty, and these are the things, honestly, going on in my mind.

In my imagination we are arriving at a hotel together. As I look at you, I know that both of our intentions are the same. You are in front of me as we walk into our room. The door closes hard behind us and I stop you right inside the door by putting my arms around you and softly kissing the back of your neck. My hands trail from your hips up your stomach, slowly making my way to your breasts. I stop briefly to feel each one of your beautiful breasts in the palm of my hands. With my right hand I gently turn your head so that I can look into your eyes and kiss your soft lips. As we're kissing you turn your body so that you are facing me. 

I guide you backwards to the table. You quickly sit, wrapping your legs around me. I pull your shirt up and over your head going right back to your lips. My hands again find your tits, I can feel your nipples harden as my thumbs move in slow circles over them. I lay you back, onto the table, and kiss my way down your chest pushing your bra away so that I can lick and suck each of your beautiful breasts. I continue to move down your stomach until I reach the top of your pants. I pull them off, leaving you in your black lace panties. You sit up and start to kiss me passionately while pulling my shirt off. 

In a rush you slide off of the table and push me onto the bed behind us. As you kneel in front of me, you undo my pants and pull them off. You kiss my chest, pushing me back so that I am laying flat. You've taken off my boxers and now I can feel your hands on my cock. I feel your lips and your tongue all over, up and down the shaft of my dick. After a while, I stop you and pull you up on top of me. As we kiss, I grab onto your ass squeezing tightly. 

I ask you to lie down on your back, and as you do, I get on my knees between your legs and pull your panties off. I kiss up the inside of your leg and you start to squirm in anticipation. I'm not going to touch you yet, right as I get to your pussy I turn you over onto your stomach. I run my tongue down the center of your back and lick your ass then I turn you back over and you pull me up to kiss your lips again. 

As we are kissing you roll me onto my back and get on top of me. I maneuver my hand down between your legs and slide 2 fingers all the way inside your wet pussy. How does that feel? After a few minutes of this you are coming close to your first orgasm so I stop, bringing my fingers up to my mouth so that I can taste you. I feel your hand grab my rock hard cock and slip the head into your hot pussy. As you begin to thrust your hips down, taking every inch of me into your body, I return with my own upward thrusts. It feels so good to be inside of you again.

With you still on top of me, I sit up and begin to kiss you some more. I run my fingers through your long, beautiful, brown hair. I gently pull your hair back exposing the soft pale skin of your neck. I gently bite your neck then move down to nibble on each of your nipples. You start to move faster and I can feel myself about to cum. 

I quickly turn you onto your back, pull my cock out, stand up, and take your hand leading you over to the mirror on the wall. I am standing behind you as we face the mirror. Without a word, I put your hands on the sides of the mirror and pull your hips back so that your ass is pressed hard against me. I reach between your legs and hurriedly thrust my cock back into your pussy. I push slowly in and out for as long as I can stand it, and then with my hands grasping your hips I pull you back to meet my deep, hard thrusts. 

I can see your face in the mirror. I gaze deeply into your angelic brown eyes. I love the way that your tits bounce with each movement that I make. I love the way your pussy feels wrapped tightly around my cock. Tess, I want to cum so badly but I don't want this to be over.

I stop right before I cum and we make our way back over to the bed. I am lying on top of you as our passionate kisses begin again. My cock finds its way back inside of you and I move slow and deep. I finally tell you to open your eyes because I want you to see me cum. I tell you that I can't hold it anymore. I can feel myself pushing as far as I can inside of you. My breathing quickens and I start to moan in pleasure. At the same time I can feel your muscles gripping my cock harder and harder. You tell me that you are cumming too. You wrap your arms around my body and start to make those noises that I've missed so much. 

Back to reality, it's crazy; you are the most perfect female for me in every way. You're also one of the most unavailable girls I've ever known. Kind of sad really, but I don't truly believe that you are unavailable, at least not to me. As you can tell, no matter what, you will always be my fantasy.



The Letter



This story is non-consensual/Reluctance. It includes a cheating wife, forced oral, anal, and golden showers. Thanks to my editor who helped me immensely. She also wrote the "Letter" portion of this story. While I am named as the author it is a collaboration between Desert Slave and I. Constructive criticism is welcome. Trolls who piss, moan and whine about the subject matter and try to impress me with their high moral standards will be eliminated. For the rest of you I hope you enjoy our first submission. 

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Friday at last. It had been a long tough week at work. Coming home was not a lot better. The house was cold and silent. Not at all like a couple of years ago. The house¬. I know I keep saying that. This house was not my home. After a year I was still not used to it being different but, not different at all. Everything was the same as before. The same furniture, same decorations, same pictures on the wall. Very neat and reasonably clean. Neat, clean, and dead. Dead and cold. Still I could sell the damn thing in a couple of weeks when the divorce was final. 

I hung my coat up in the closet, picked up the mail and headed into the kitchen. Mail on the table and a cold beer from the refrigerator. A couple of slow swallows of a very good beer. "Damn that's good". I begin to sort through the mail. Mostly junk but a couple of bills. I'll pay them tomorrow. Then one from her. My first thought was "treacherous bitch". I threw her letter into the trash with the rest of the junk. 

I made a quick dinner, veal parmesan, and enjoyed it with a good Spanish Red. Yes I'm a pretty good cook; at least I think so. I washed and cleaned up. As I picked up the trash can I saw her letter but, now it was face down. On the back was written, in red felt tip marker. 

" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 

READ THIS LETTER 

I had known her for 5 years and we have been married for 2 of those years. The marriage was good, except for the sex. The sex sucked, except there was no sucking. Nor was there anything else except for the missionary position. The real problem, at least in my mind, was her inability to cum. No cumming for her and a hell of a lot guilt on my part. I couldn't get my wife off and it hurt. Not just me but her too. 

I tried to get her to experiment, different positions, oral, fingering her, toys, porn movies, ad nauseam. She was not interested in anything but missionary. Everything else was not natural or was filthy or disgusting. 

Then I wondered if there was not enough foreplay. So one night, when after a very few minutes of me touching her, stroking her, kissing her and playing with her breasts she announced she wanted me inside her, I just continued to do all of the things I had been doing before. Suddenly she jumped out of bed, called me a S.O.B. and slept on the couch for the next two nights. The next coupla days were not much fun at all. So much for not enough foreplay! 

Sex dwindled to perhaps once a month. In all honesty masturbation was a lot more interesting then putting up with her accusing eyes the next morning. The problem was I really loved her. Still I was at my wits' end, and I just didn't know what to do. So I began going out to the bars with my friends a couple times a week. I had, before I met her, been a hunter and fisherman. So I got out the guns and tackle, cleaned them, and begin making plans for some weekend time for me. 

That weekend I had planned a hunting trip with a couple of friends. I had taken a half day off on Friday, came home and got my gear together, and reminded her I would probably would not be home until late Sunday night. The place where we planned to camp was a 5 hour drive. By Saturday afternoon the weather had gone to hell; sleet and freezing rain and visibility down to about 20 yards. About 8PM we said to hell with it, packed up and headed home. I didn't get there until about 3AM due to the icy road conditions. 

I parked in the garage and took the guns out so I could put them in the safe to be cleaned the next day. I took my filthy hunting clothes off to be washed in the morning and threw then on the floor. Grabbed the guns and walked quietly up the stairs. I heard some noise from our room and assumed it was the TV, a little surprised because usually nether of us were night owls. Still I had not spent that much time away so what did I really know? As I got closer to the bedroom the sounds became more identifiable. Grunt, slap (flesh on flesh) and soft meowing sounds she made when I was fucking her. The door was open about a quarter of the way so I looked through the crack. Some skinny assed long greasy haired asshole was fucking my wife on our bed. I was instantly in a red rage. 

I kicked the door open and racked the shotgun, BANG, CHING-CHING, and pointed the shotgun at him. He was very quick as he jumped off the bed and stood looking at me. His dick was pointing straight at me so that is what I aimed for. "If you move, asshole, your cock and balls will be scattered over 4 blocks," I told him. Very slowly he nodded his head. The slut on the bed was trying to cover herself. 

"Do not move, whore," I told her as I pointed the gun at her. "Assume the position you were in when I entered the room." Her eyes were wide with fear and disbelief, but she spread her legs and pulled the covers off. I discussed his options with him very briefly. He elected to leave my house naked with nothing but his dick in his hands. I escorted him out the door. 

She, on the other hand, was lying on the bed with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her onto the floor, then put her on her knees. I remember slapping her and calling her names whore, cunt, slut and others.. Next thing I remember was telling her to get her slut ass showered and come downstairs, instructing her to dress in a skirt and a tee shirt and to bring her purse with her. When she presented herself to me in the den that doubled an my office I made her empty her purse on my desk, and I took everything from her junk except her drivers license. She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt that reached just below her knees. I took scissors and cut the skirt off to just below her ass and the tee shirt just below her breasts. Then I cut off her panties and her bra, "Because" as I told her "whores don't wear underwear". 

I gave her the key to the 7 year old car I usually drove to work so she had the nice car to drive. I gave her a check for $2000 and $500 in cash so she would not be totally destitute, making her sign a receipt for the money. I pushed her out the door while I told her I would file for divorce on Monday, and that she was not to try to communicate with except through my attorney. 

She had sent me several letters over the last year. I have always thrown them away. Now the divorce will be final in about 2 weeks. I miss her so badly. With that, why am I agonizing over whether or not to read her letter? I love her, I hate her, I need her, she disgusts me. I take a kitchen knife and place it on the letter. Do I want to open the letter or to open a vein? Slowly I draw the razor sharp knife along the edge if the envelope, slip it under the flap; a quick slice and it is opened. 

HER LETTER

PLEASE READ THIS ALL THE WAY THROUGH EVEN IF SOME IT MAKES YOU ANGRY AT FIRST. I HOPE IT WILL AFFECT YOUR LIFE AND I KNOW YOU DECISION WILL AFFECT MINE.

I think we both know that, before that life-changing night, our sex life together wasn't very satisfying. I understand, now, how hard you tried to give me pleasure. You might not believe this now, but I tried to please you and take pleasure with you, too! I never understood what was wrong between us. I loved you, I knew you loved me, but something was missing. I tried, I really tried, but while our lovemaking felt "nice" there wasn't much of a spark. 

My girlfriends and I would talk about sex sometimes, and I was always quiet since I didn't have anything to offer. I listened, though, and tried to learn something, anything to "fix" us. Looking back, and knowing so much more now, I know you did your best and that I was the one who was resisting. I guess I could blame my upbringing and all that "good girls don't...." crap. Mom always made it sound like sex was a duty, and Dad made it sound like any woman who enjoyed sex was dirty somehow. 

Every time I started to feel something with you (or anyone else, to be honest) I just froze. Maybe I was afraid you'd think less of me if I gave in and enjoyed myself. When you offered to try using toys with me, role playing, all those experiments, it just made me feel worse. I would've had to admit there was something wrong with ME, acknowledge that I couldn't please you or be pleased, by letting any of that happen. I was afraid of what you would think of me then. 

Instead of taking that small, safe risk with you, I took a bigger risk with some idiot and lost not only your respect but everything else you meant to me. How ironic that I could finally find that spark we both needed only by throwing everything else away. Now I'm left wanting and needing you more than ever BECAUSE of the very night that you (deservedly) punished me and sent me away.

I promised myself that I would write to you and be absolutely honest, but here I am dancing around it once again. No more! NEVER again. If I don't tell you all of this now, explain what I learned that night, and hope more than anything I've ever hoped for in my life that you will understand and forgive me, then I can't be at peace with myself. God knows there hasn't been any peace since you threw me out.

Okay, big deep breath. 

It all started with going out with the girls. You know how Liz gets sometimes, she wouldn't take no for an answer. I always think she takes me along to be her conscience so she doesn't do anything stupid. We met up with some other friends and just talked and laughed. Then Joanne started talking about sex with her new boyfriend, and all the wild stuff they were doing. I admit, it got me excited thinking about some of it, wishing I had the nerve to ask you to try some of that stuff. We had a few drinks and decided to get up and dance. There was a guy watching us, but I thought he was giving Cindy the eye, not me. But he came up and asked me to dance. Me! We had a good time, talked a little bit, but I told him I was married and not interested. 

When we all left he met up with me in the parking lot. He just kissed me, hard, never said a word, and suddenly my knees got weak. In a split second I wondered if maybe it wasn't me who was the problem after all, and maybe I could find out what I was missing with this guy.

For the record, I was wrong. That kiss was really hot but by the time he was going at it with me (sorry!) it was all lukewarm again. Then you came home. I was scared silly, at first, I thought that you'd kill the guy or kill me. Not that I'd blame you, what I did was horrible. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that terrible hurt look on your face. What's even more unforgettable is what you did next. The way you grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees was like fire in my veins. You've always been so sweet, so quiet. Suddenly you were someone else! 

When you dropped your pants and shoved your cock into my mouth I was shocked and angry (I know, how dare I?) I was even more shocked by how I couldn't breathe, you didn't care, and it made me dripping wet. I'd never been that wet and horny in my life! When you pulled away from me I was bereft. For those few precious minutes I wanted nothing more than to have you suffocate me with your thick, hard cock, drown me with your cum. I didn't care that my jaws hurt, or that my lip was bleeding, I just wanted you to finish, and fill me, and finish me all at the same time.

But no, that wasn't enough for you (and God help me, I'm getting hot just thinking about this). Instead I found myself bent over your knees, my ass in the air, and your big hands slamming into my flesh. Do you know I've never been spanked in my life? Not until you. The way your hand crashed into me, my God, my ass burned, my pussy leaked and all I could think was that if you just hit me one more time, smashing my cunt against your knee the way you did, that I would finally understand what everyone was talking about. And you did! You hit me again and again, made my ass burn, and made me cum for the first time ever. 

I think I was crying half in fear and pain, and half in total relief. But how could I tell you? How could I let you know that I was finally all better, when I'd broken your heart and destroyed our life together in the process? 

The funny thing is, I think you knew somewhere deep down. You laughed when you told me how wet I was when you pushed me over onto the bed. You called me all kinds of horrible things, things I truly deserved, as you ravaged my virgin ass. You snarled at me even as you told me how good I felt, so tight around your cock. I'm still not sure if it was the thorough ass-fucking or the continued spanking, but I couldn't get enough of you. Part of me wanted it to never end, even if you split me in half. When you finally came in my ass, feeling your cock throb as you filled me up, I felt strangely content.

I have to admit that I was shocked when you dragged me into the bathroom and pushed me into the shower. For a second I thought (foolish me) that you might clean me up and let me make it all up to you, somehow. When you began to piss on me, telling me that's what a whore deserved, I was mortified. But as your hot stream flooded over me, "daddy's good girl" dissolved. I wanted this, I wanted to be YOUR whore, for YOUR pleasure, just like this, for the rest of my life. When you guided your cock towards my pussy it was like a blessing. So hot, so forceful. My clit exploded with my second-ever orgasm. You turned me inside out. Nothing existed except your piss and my throbbing clit.

Then you walked away from me and I was lost. The reality of everything else hit me. There I was, a soaking, stinking heap, knowing that even as I'd found my bliss it was all going to wash away, and you would never know, and probably wouldn't understand anyway. How could I expect you to understand when I didn't either?

When you threw me out with next to nothing I didn't have the will to argue or complain. I knew it was what I deserved and you were really very generous, all things considered. I drove away and tried to think about where to go, what to do next, but all I could really think about was my throbbing asshole and empty cunt. I started to cry, knowing that you would never fill me like that; that you had used every hole in my body but one. 

Mile after mile, it became the only thing I could think about, until I pulled over in a dark, empty parking lot, and started to get myself off. My clit was so swollen and sensitive it was almost agony. My pussy ached, wanting to be filled, missing your cock. I tried one finger, then two, and then crammed as much of my whole hand as I could inside that aching, empty space. 

All I could really feel was your hand crashing down on my ass, all I could see was that golden liquid spilling from your cock to ripple over my skin. My hand was your hand, striking me, filling me until I exploded again, squeezing my fingers tight. I think I fainted for a while, it was so intense. But that empty feeling came back, and I knew it would never, ever be the same without you to use me.

I'm sorry to say that, after a few months, I did try to find someone, anyone else to replace what I'd suddenly found and lost with you. I found an S&M club in the city and got pretty reckless. Well, I tried, anyway. But they have rules in those places, and the last thing I wanted was safe or consensual. I'd already lost my sanity. Sometimes I could get pretty close...but ONLY if I played out that fateful night in my head. The guy on the other end of the whip was just a stand-in for you. His words were only echoes of your own. Even by myself in an empty bed all I could feel was your hand on my ass, your voice in my ear as you hit me and fucked me harder than I ever thought possible. 

I'm sure you're wondering why the hell I'm telling you all of this, especially when you already know what you did to me. I need to tell you, to humble myself before you, if only on paper. I want...no, I NEED to beg your forgiveness. I need to beg you to take me back. 

You don't have to stay married to me, you can finish the divorce, you don't even have to be nice to me. Just use me! Please, let me be your fuck slave. Do anything else you want with me, anything at all, but please make that night real again. I think I'll truly lose what's left of my mind if you won't give me that.....that incredible intensity one more time. I promise to obey you, to serve you, to please you—even your friends if that's what you'd like—if you'd just give me one chance, one day to take me again and claim me as yours.

I love you, and I need you more than you could ever imagine.

My Reaction 

When I read the letter for the 4th time I was doubly aghast. Both by what she accused me of doing, and by what I was sure was her fantasy reaction. I am not that kind of guy. I think I am sweet and gentle, interested in trying to please my partner. Her reaction to her fantasy was beyond belief. I am just not like that. I don't do those kinds of things. 

What is wrong with her to think she is excited by me forcing my cock down her throat? Having me rape her virgin ass and then having an orgasm. Me. pissing on her and she cums when I do? Why the hell am I getting hard when I read her letter? I didn't do those things! At least I don't remember doing those things. I don't like those kinds of things. Why is my cock so hard I think it will burst through my slacks? 

She included 5 different ways to contact her. I wonder if she gives out all that information to others. I don't care, I'm just going to call her. I just am not sure what I am going to say.

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The Letter



Aly walked into her house on the bottom level and removed her shoes and jacket. She had had an exhausting day at work and was relieved to finally be home where she could relax. Going to the corner of her place to get a drink of water, she passed by the table and saw something sitting there: a piece of paper folded up with her name written on it.

Brad watched her come in and take off her coat and shoes. He saw her pause by the table to read the instructions he had left her. Sitting at the top of the stairs, she wouldn't have seen him even though he could see everything happening on the bottom floor. Her blonde hair was up in a tight ponytail and he could see Aly's chest rise quickly with her short gasp of surprise. He wanted to know how far he could push her, how far she would really go playing at being his submissive like she said she wanted to. 

His letter read:

"Dear pet,

If you really want this, you will follow my instructions to the letter. First, I want you to go to the drawer under the TV and look inside. You will take off all of your clothes and put them on the couch. Then you will reach into the drawer and remove the blindfold. Put it on and tie it tightly. If I do not find it to be tight enough you will be punished. Reach in the drawer and pull out the handcuffs. Lock one around one wrist and then put your hands behind your back and lock the other one in place. Do it tight enough so that you won't slip out. Again, if you do not follow my directions you will be punished.

Once you have disrobed, blindfolded and cuffed yourself, kneel facing the drawer and wait for your next instructions.

~Your Master"

Two spots of colour were vivid on Aly's cheekbones. Brad was sure it was from arousal. She made her way quickly over to the drawer by the TV and he watched her hips roll while she walked. Brad smiled to himself and shifted slightly to ease the bulge in his pants that came when he saw that Aly was going to follow his directions.

Brad was tall with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was very strong and could look imposing at a moment's notice. He watched as Aly pulled her shirt over her head and her huge breasts bounced as she took off her bra. She bent down to take off her jeans and socks. All this she piled on the couch as she peeked in the drawer. 

She saw the silk scarf she was going to use as a blindfold; it was long and black. Quickly, Aly tied the scarf around her head, knotting it under her ponytail. She then reached in and grabbed the handcuffs. Brad's slut had a little difficulty putting them on due to her lack of sight but she eventually got her hands behind her back and cuffed.

Brad thought she was gorgeous like this. Breasts sticking out, forced there by the way her hands were tied, not being able to see. She kneeled, naked. Waiting for his instructions. 

Standing, Brad shifted his hard cock to a more comfortable position. He walked down the stairs and saw Aly's head turn towards the creaks and moans of the staircase.

"Well done, slut," Brad said, grabbing her ponytail and jerking Aly's head back. He checked the scarf to make sure it wouldn't fall down anytime soon.

"Brad--?" Aly whispered breathlessly. Brad gave her hair another firm tug and said, "From now on you will only speak when spoken to, pet. And you will always address me as Master. Do you understand?" He gave her another tug for emphasis. God she looked hot kneeling there at his mercy!

"Yes" Aly said.

"Yes what bitch?" Brad shook her head back and forth.

"Yes... Yes Master!" Aly finally said.

"Much better pet," Brad used his slave's ponytail as a leash and tugged upwards, indicating to her that he wanted her to stand. She did, and he led her backwards towards the staircase. Helping her up the stairs they were finally on the top floor; the bedroom.

Aly shivered. Brad could tell that his little cumslut was getting wetter by the minute. She loved being at the mercy of her Master, a toy to be used for his pleasure only! Well he was going to use her alright.

Brad pushed Aly on the bed, face down. He had already prepared the restraints and quickly attached her ankles to the railing by the head of the bed. With her ankles hobbled and grounded and her hands behind her back, she couldn't move, couldn't get away from anything he did to her.

Putting a few pillows under her hips, Brad raised her lovely white ass to the air. Touching her for the first time, he trailed fingers from her neck down to her spine, to the top of her ass crack. He continued to massage her lower back and ass, rubbing his hands in circles and lightly squeezing her cheeks.

WHAP!

The first blow took Aly totally by surprise. She gave a sharp yelp and looked towards where she thought Brad would be, whimpering.

"Be silent slut! Or do I have to gag you?" Brad admonished.

"N-no Master," Aly stuttered, "I'll be good, I promise."

"We'll see about that," Brad said before starting to spank his little slave in earnest. He started with light slaps, waiting a few minutes in between each, making her guess where and when the next one would come. He spanked her bottom, her thighs and even landed a hit on her pussy every now and then.

When her ass started to glow a soft red and she started pushing her round bum towards his hand he knew he could intensify his blows a little. Also, he could see how wet Aly's pussy was; almost seeping out onto the sheets, she was turned on so much by the spanking! He hit her a little harder each time and his hand was starting to sting a little with the force of his blows.

When he decided it was time for a rest and stopped, Aly was breathing hard, making little mewling sounds. She made a disappointed sound deep in her throat when Brad stopped spanking her, but she made a good effort of being as silent as possible.

Brad walked around the bed, surveying his handiwork. Her ass was now a bright red and very hot. He was proud of his little slut for taking the spanking without much noise.

"As a reward for being so good my pet, you can suck my cock for a while." Aly looked up towards her Master's words and felt his hands on her shoulders, helping her up a little. Enough to feel the tip of his dick brush her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively and caught the crown of his head between her full lips. She sucked and bobbed her head down. Brad felt his cock go into the warmth of her mouth and all the way down her throat.

Using her lips, tongue and throat Aly serviced her Master. She suckled and swirled her tongue around his head while he grabbed the back of her neck and started thrusting in and out of her mouth.

All of a sudden Brad let go of her and left her lying flat on her face. Aly cried out softly.

WHACK!

Another smack on the ass got her attention quickly.

"I told you not to make a sound bitch!" Brad voice had steel in it. "This time you will be punished."

Brad helped Aly to her knees and told her not to move. She was wondering what would happen when all of a sudden she felt something sharp bite into her left nipple! And then the right one had the same thing happen. Nipple clamps were fastened quickly onto her rock hard nubs. Oh how they hurt exquisitely! A flood of sensations went strait to her clit from her nipples!

Five quick spanks to her ass sent her tumbling over onto her face again, her hips still supported by the pillows. Aly moaned with the impact of the nipple clamps and the bed. Brad admired her pose, ass sticking up, pussy exposed for his endless pleasure. He dipped his fingers in her sopping cunt feeling his slut gyrate trying to get him to stick his fingers in farther. He bit her softly on the hip, reminding her of who was boss.

"You're so wet, even after the spanking and nipple clamps, slave. You must like being helpless! Aren't I right you little whore? You like this don't you?" Brad snarled, moving a finger from her cunt to her puckered asshole. Slick with her juices he pushed slowly and watched as his finger disappeared into her ass, through the ring of oh-so-tight muscles.

"nuh..." Aly whimpered, quickly losing the ability to speak with her cunt and ass being played with. "Answer me whore!" WHAP! Brad spanked her. "I asked you if you liked being your Master's cumslut. Do you like being a plaything for me?"

"Yes Master! Oh yes! Yes!" Aly cried out, nearing orgasm. She was rocking as much as she could given the restraints, trying to fuck his hand.

"Do you want your Master to fuck you with his cock my little bitch?" Brad asked in a cruel voice.

"Yes Master! Please!" Aly whispered, almost incoherent with her need to cum.

"Please what? Tell me what you want me to do to you slut." Brad let his cock run between Aly's ass and her cunt, letting her feel the big head push at both entries, distracting her.

"Please fuck me hard Master, I need to cum!" she finally cried out, breathless.

Brad grabbed her dildo that he knows she stashes in the nightstand. He lubed it up and shoved it hard into her cunt but then left it there without moving it. She moved back and forth trying to bring herself over the edge and her Master laughed at her pitiful attempts to orgasm without him.

"I will fuck you, you horny slut. But I'll fuck you where I want to fuck you. In your nice tight ass like the whore you are." Brad grabbed the lube and a condom. After rolling the condom down his dick he put a generous amount of lube around his cock and spread another handful onto Aly's little asshole.

Brad pressed his cock against her tight hole. She was tense and clenched hard to prevent him access. He slapped her ass cheeks and told her to relax. Aly tried as her Master pushed slowly into her ass. It hurt a little, but once he got his head past the tight ring of muscles, he let his cock rest there for awhile to give her some time to get used to its width.

When he felt his little slut start to push back on his cock, he knew she was ready to keep going. He slid his dick in slowly, all the way until he was buried balls deep into her ass, pressing against the dildo buried in her cunt. Aly could barely handle the double penetration, something that had never happened to her before.

Brad started moving, slowly at first, but picking up speed after a while. She was so tight in the ass! Brad could feel his slave start to shake with a pre-orgasm and heard her start to moan uncontrollably. When he reached around her to pinch her clit, she lost it and started to rock and cry out with a mind shattering orgasm that he could feel even in her ass! This started his own orgasm and he felt his balls go tight and then with a final thrust he shot his load into his slut's ass.

After they came to earth Brad unfastened Aly and took off her blindfold. They spooned and fell asleep dreaming sweet wet dreams.



The Letter



Dear Lover,

Remember the days we spent staring into one another's eyes endlessly? Those days were full of such hope. We could not think of being apart. You cherished the moments we spent together even more than I did. 

Sitting here in your absence, I am reflecting back upon that last picnic we shared. Before I spark your mind with the details of that memory, let me please tell you what I've been up to.

The week began with a long past due trip to the quaint little seaside town we'd frequent on the first cool fall afternoon as the bright leaves wafted through the air on the harvest breeze. As those leaves landed in small left over puddles from last night's gentle rain, it made me stare into the reflections of the sky. The pale blue clouds shining against the damp pavement held my attention and captured the beauty of the world surrounding me. Just when I zipped my coat up to my throat, that favorite store was there beside me.

Stepping over the granite threshold, I was greeted with a smiling face and an immediate suggestion for trying on their newest line of clothing.

My face lit up at the thought of what you'd think of me wearing all she displayed. When I tried it on, she nodded emphatically and immediately yelled out that I must take it with me.

Bag in hand, smile on my face, and a pounding in my heart, I stepped back across the granite into the cool moist air and headed home. She wrapped my cherished purchase in a soft pink tissue paper with a satin bow to hold it together. Turning on the hot bath water, I undressed. First item removed was the heavy pink sweater. Each pearl button was opened so slowly so I could pretend it was your hands instead of mine helping to undress me. I ran the back of my fingertips along the curve of my cleavage just as my lace bra outlined.

The feeling was not identical to the way you touch me, but it put me in the right frame of mind. I allowed the silk top slide off my shoulders, down to my elbows and finally off to rest on the bedpost. 

The bubbles building in the tub dampened the sound of the splashing water. I made my way to the edge of the tub, lit the rose-scented votives and lowered a foot carefully through the bubbles and into the hot water waiting below. The immediate difference in temperature covered my body in goosebumps, reminding me of the way your touch would just before you'd take me into your arms.

Just before I lay back into the bubbles, I took a handful and dabbed it on my breasts to cover the darker rings that created my nipples. The heat of my body melted the bubbles and they poked through their temporary cloak anyway. The way I began to touch myself helped to dampen the strong feeling of missing you.

These were just the nights that you'd come see me and offer to help wash my hair. I think it may have been so you could watch me bend backwards while covered with bubbles. Maybe it was so you could give me a beautiful cock to hold onto while you poured hot water through my long silky mane. Either way, without you, bathtime was cut short.

When the water cooled, I rinsed off, blotted my smooth bare skin and rubbed a lightly scented oil all over, paying special attention to my still firm breasts and erect nipples. As I got into the bedroom, I thought you had been there. Just a fantasy gone crazy...I picked up the nighty that was wrapped so well. Lifting both hands in the air, I folded my fingers together and pointed my hands to the ceiling. The silk flowed over my body. Spaghetti straps landed just as they should have over my arms. The lace trim of the hem flowed and glided across my lightly oiled body. As it tickled my breasts, I missed you more. When it all finally landed in place, the nipples poked through the cream silk and my pussy glistened a shadow through the reflection in the mirror, putting on display how much I missed you and how much I wanted you there. 

With nothing left to do, I climbed up into bed, slipping 'tween the cool crisp sheets and beneath the heavy down comforter. My head sank deep into the comfy pillow beneath my head and my hand slid across my thigh with the back of my fingertips following the curve of my inner thigh...

I miss you, Lover.



The Letter



This is my first story, ever, so show a little mercy but please do tell me what you think.

Vulcez

*

John paced slowly and thoughtfully in his living room just a few feet from where his wife, Ruth, sat reading a book. Ruth could sense the turmoil in his mind, both from the nervous pacing and heavy sighing. She was dreading the conversation she knew was coming and the impact it would have on their lives. She sat waiting, dreading, only pretending to read.

John turned to her finally with his own dread pounding in his head and said, "Ruth...?" She looked up at him and held her breath, raising her eye brows in mute inquiry. "Ruth, I need to talk to you and I hope you can hear me out before you react to what I'm about to say". 

"Oh God!" she thought. She had been anticipating this for over a month but just realized she was not really ready to hear it, not ready to have her life changed forever. She let out her breath heavily and simply said, "Ok, John". She put her book in her lap and held it tensely.

John sat slowly on the couch with her about a foot away turning as much as possible towards her, laid his big paw on top of her dainty hand and said, "I haven't been a very good husband to you lately. I have done things I am not proud of and I have dishonored you. I mean to change that as of now if you can let me."

Hope sprang into Ruth's consciousness, tinged with a bit of anger and sorrow. Emotions she had not allowed herself to feel over the past long, difficult month. "Are we talking about your affair with Gina Laslowe or something else?" she said with more bite in the tone than she wanted to show. 

John blanched slightly, dropped his eyes and whispered, "Fuck. When...? How...? How long have you known?" 

"Over a month." she said flatly. "For the past 21 years, you'd put on your police uniform and walk out that door and I'd wonder if this was the day you wouldn't come home because some drugged up shit-head killed you. For the past month, I wondered if this was the day you'd walk out that door and not return because you decided to move on with Gina. I don't know which is worse. I actually thought of killing you myself so I guess the second scenario was worse in my mind."

"Oh, Ruth how do I begin to even say how sorry I am? I have called it off... as of yesterday. We were going to meet up this afternoon and I called her and said it was over and I wouldn't see her again and I meant it. I promise you I will never, ever, ever do anything like that again...! Please, can you forgive me? ... and I know I have some real work to do to get you back completely and I am prepared to do whatever you want me to do. Even... fuck, I don't even want to say it... even if it means giving you up and not fighting your divorce terms. You decide. You're in the driver's seat. Tell me. Want me dead? Just say the word and I'll eat my revolver."

Ruth reflected for a bit and then said coolly, "I want you dead. But, please do it somewhere where I won't have to clean up the mess -- blood is soooo hard to get out of good carpeting."

John's eyes widened, "Are... are you fuckin' kidding me?"

Ruth looked at him with a raised eyebrow and said, "See. One should not be making ridiculous offers to a wronged woman. One might find oneself having to live up to promises one may not want to keep. ... No, dumbass I don't want you killing yourself, but I am keeping the 'I might kill you myself option open'." Ruth extended her right hand and studied the back of it thoughtfully. "I do see diamonds in my near future; however."

A wry smile crossed John's face. "Damn, she is amazing. Even under the worst of situations she can find something to ease the tension and joke about it. I absolutely love this woman." As those thoughts ran through his head, his demeanor softened but the guilt of his betrayal resounded with a thundering vengeance. How could he have done this to her, his love, his partner? 

Ruth suddenly got very serious and her voice was low and hard. "John, for the past few weeks I have cried over you, got depressed because of you, hated you, been sick about you, grieved for us and me and still... I love you. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! How could you do this to me? To us... to ME!!!?" She was crying, no, sobbing now and her small fists thumped on his chest. John pulled her close and held her as she sobbed.

His eyes filled with tears, his body shaking with the force of his own emotion. He rocked her gently and kept repeating, "I am so sorry... so sorry..."

She continued to sob, and periodically hit him with her clenched fists saying, "you broke your promise... broke your promise..."

The minutes ticked by as they sobbed together, clinging to each other tightly for mutual support for perhaps the first time in several months. But they were in it together. Together they would find a way through this and come out on the other side. They continued to rock and cling and sob for seeming hours, with the occasional jab to the ribs and chest from small, angry fists.

****

The road to THEM would prove to be long and rocky. Outbursts of rage, accusations and name calling were pretty common fare from Ruth. Sullen, guilt ridden apologies and being attentive to Ruth's every whim was the soup of John's daily existence. They never didn't share the same bed. Ruth reasoned that she had slept with him when she knew about his "whoring around" -- before his confession and she couldn't see why she wouldn't sleep with him now. "Plus, ", she told him, "It's easier to keep tabs on you if I can see you." She often wore her sexiest night gowns and even went as far as buying VERY sexy attire to wear to bed but made it clear that sleeping was all they would be doing in that bed until she decided differently. After showering she would stand in the bedroom with every light on drying off. Displaying her luscious nude form to full effect -- something she had never done before. She wore perfume and makeup to bed with the sole purpose of driving John mad with lust and desire. She would play sensuous music at various times of the day and do slow undulating stripteases before John's wide eyes and open mouth and then redress to resume whatever chore she had been involved in.

Damn, she could be very cruel. John seemed to walk around with a permanent erection during this horribly frustrating and seemingly endless "dry" spell. Ruth took to calling John at odd, unpredictable times during his work day to check on his whereabouts and would even call other police officers who worked the same shift and ask them to have John take the call at their desk to insure John really was where he said he would be. To say John was on a very short leash was an understatement but he took to the process with a resignation that this was his price of admission back into Ruth's heart. He even took the constant ribbing from his shift mates with stoic grace even chiding them on the fact that this could be them or worse if they ever strayed. He was learning his lesson.

One night about 2 ½ months after his "confession" John awakened slowly to find Ruth straddling his midsection rocking feverishly and panting heavily. He felt the exquisite sensation of his rock hard cock being massaged by the hot, soaking silkiness of Ruth's frantic pussy. Through his sleepy and confused state he wasn't sure how to react. Should he participate or would awareness that he was awake and enjoying this cause her to quit and trigger a continuation of his dry spell? He waited until he heard the sounds from her that always signaled the beginnings of her orgasm. He loved and so missed those sounds: heavy panting followed by little squeals and leading finally to her heavy gasp and a single groan always through clenched teeth. He almost cried for joy. Once the squeals started, John sat up abruptly, bear hugging her rib cage tightly and sucking madly on one and then the other hard and protruding nipple.

Ruth's responsed with "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!, Jesus, John! Yesssss, yesss ohhhh... shit yesssssss" She started then to squeal sharply, gasped 3 times and screamed through clenched teeth. John held her through her release and then flipped her over on her back and began to plow into her quivering satiny wetness with all the force his 6 foot frame could generate. Ruth continued to balance on the knife edge of complete release for some time again and finally went over the top repeating her previous response to their fervent joining. John this time was not far behind firing his long pent up juices deep into her body's center.

The only thought John's stupified brain could muster was, "beautiful... fuckin' beautiful".

After catching their breath and coming down from their frenzied sexual high, Ruth finally held his face in her hands tightly, She looked John square in the eye, her blazing green eyes even visible in the extreme low light of the darkened bedroom and said with a voice cracking with emotion, "You are mine, you fucking son of a bitch! All mine and don't you ever forget that again. If you ever, ever cheat on me again I will, I swear, nail your dick to my bedpost and send the rest of you packing. Is that clear you stupid bastard!!!" She hit both of his shoulders with her fists for punctuation.

John slid his rough hand across the side of her dampened face, kissed her lips very gently and whispered, "Yes, yes my love. I am yours... always. I promise... Thank you, thank you. Oh shit, what a fool I was... never, never again. I swear, I swear, I swear." They settled into a soft embrace in quiet thought of where they had been, what they nearly lost and where their road would lead from here. John kissed the top of Ruth's head and stroked her back gently. This was heaven. He thanked all that he held sacred for this moment and what it foretold.

After a long languid silence, Ruth said gently but with a hint of foreboding, "John, I need you to answer two questions for me. Why Gina; and what made you break it off and face me about it?" 

John flinched briefly, not wanting to disturb this precious moment and definitely not wanting to turn to that page of his memories that caused all the hurt and struggle they had just been through. He thought quietly for a long minute then said softly, "Baby, I will tell you everything you want to know. ... I promise. The 'why Gina' is pretty simple, I guess. She had been coming on to me for several months; dropping by the precinct to bring me lunch and 'just to talk'. She always talked about how lonely and horny she was since Bill was killed and how if I could 'help her out' she would really appreciate it. I guess she just decided since her love was gone she should just go for anything and I was anything. It was just too easy and she fed my old ego something fierce. I felt sorry for her really, she was becoming a regular 'badge bunny'."

Ruth broke in at this point, "BADGE BUNNY, my ass! Crying out loud, John she's almost 40! That does not qualify her as a 'badge bunny', more like a 'dust bunny' if you ask me. Now if it was Celia Johannsen you were messing with; I would have just walked into your office, plugged you three times and turned myself in. No way could I compete with that little hottie. Shit, if she looked at ME sideways I'd do her, and I'm not even close to being into woman. She's a 'badge bunny'! I do have to admit Gina has the nicest set of boobies money can buy. Do you need me to get a set of plastic hooters for you to play with?"

John stopped her strongly but you could hear a note of playfulness in his tone," HELL, NO!! I love your sweet cupcakes and you will not mess with my favorite toys, is that clear!!" Ruth gave a fake salute, giggled quietly and simply said, "Yes, sir."

John paused a long time then sighed, "As for the second part of your questions I will answer you but to make it understandable I really have something I need you to read. Can you hold on to that question 'til morning? I will take the day off and will give you the whole story. Does that sound fair?"

"Holy shit! You're going to take the day off for this? This better be good or you may not get lucky again for a loooooonnnnnggg time." There was a slight chuckle in her voice that let him know that the old Ruth was back and they might make it. He again breathed a silent prayer of thanks, kissed the top of her head and they drifted off to sleep still clutching each other as if there was a chance the other would somehow disappear.

***

When the sun rose, John and Ruth were still locked in a gentle embrace. John awakened first and looked down at this nude angel sleeping gently. Her body was facing his and she was spread out nearly covering the left side of his body. Her head was lying on his chest just below his left nipple. Her hair was splayed out across his chest and her left arm encircled his lower rib cage. It felt wonderful having her there and feeling close to her. He kissed the top of her head lightly and she did not stir. As he replayed the night's "activity" in his memory, the thought occurred to him that he had worn briefs to bed. The question immediately became "How in the hell, had she gotten them off of him without waking him and what happened to them?" After a quick inspection the answer became immediately clear. On each side of his prone figure he saw the sides of his briefs (or what was left of them) lying spread out away from his body like a short set of wings. The little minx had simply cut the briefs from his body and thrown the top section off to get at his "stuff". He laughed quietly for a moment until the thought occurred to him that she could have just as easily made him able to sing soprano for the Vienna Boys Choir. He gulped at that thought. He then decided if she could take advantage of him while he was asleep he should do the same to her. He cautiously rolled her on her back and began a sweet seduction of her sleeping form.

She opened one eye, giggled softly and whispered in a husky, sexy voice, "Cover me up when you're done". She then closed her eye and began snoring loudly while trying to keep a smile from turning her lips. John could not help but to laugh heartily. For the first time in many months, they made love deeply and passionately, pausing only long enough for John to call in to the precinct saying he was taking a personal day. The desk sergeant, on hearing John's panting request, chuckled, "Damn, John, if she does you in make sure she calls me first! Glad you came to your senses, my friend. Enjoy your day... you lucky bastard."

After finally leaving a bed that saw more one night action than it had witnessed in years, the couple sat at the breakfast table, sipped their coffee quietly and contemplated their future. All thoughts were of coming times with them still together and maybe a promise or at least a hope of better days ahead.

John decided to open the floor with a tongue in cheek kind of question to lighten the moment a bit. "Just what the hell was last night all about anyway?" he said this with a Cheshire cat grin and a light chuckle in his voice. "You were freakin' amazing, girl and I wasn't aware you had it in you -- especially the part where you cut my ga-damn shorts off. That really messed with my head".

Ruth looked at him with a sly, comical grin over the top of her coffee cup, her green eyes dancing with impish delight. "Well if you MUST know, after teasing you relentlessly with my nightly sexy display and all the strip teasing I did, I was as horny as a herd of wild mares in season. Last night I was lying with my back to you and you kind of spooned up to me and I felt this big ol' hot hunk of man flesh sticking between my butt cheeks and I just couldn't take it any more. You were out cold so I rolled you on your back, got a pair of scissors, cut off your undies and climbed aboard. Once I got going I didn't give a shit about anything except how great it felt to be 'riding the pony' again and getting off. Damn, you felt good!! I did actually give some thought to possibly fucking you to death just for my revenge but then it occurred to me that that would leave me without that part of you that scratches my itch so effectively. I'm keeping you around purely for selfish reasons." She gave him a wide-eyed impish look and winked at him.

John shook his head and grinned broadly. Gradually the smile faded from John's face and he eyed Ruth thoughtfully for a moment. He left the room quietly and returned moments later with a few folded sheets of paper in his hand. "Ruth..." he said hesitantly, "Last night you asked what made me stop seeing Gina and I want to answer that now. I again want to say that whatever you want to know about it all, ask and I'll answer as best and as truthfully as I know how. Please know above all else that at no time did I ever stop loving you; caring about you and wanting you. I know that sounds like so much bullshit after what I did to you... to us, but that I swear is the truth. It was all about ego shit, excitement and macho crap. I hate myself for doing it and wish I could undo it. Just for the record, she never once, not once, came close to being as hot, beautiful, sexy, loving, ... fuckin' wild (here he snickered) as you are on even a bad day. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I will not jeopardize that... us again. As to what happened to kick me in the ass and open my eyes to what I was doing, here is what happened that lead up to my admission of guilt."

John took a deep breath. "A couple of weeks before our 'talk', I was working on a report of a body that was found in an alley in one of the seedier parts of downtown. I went and talked to the coroner's office and viewed the body. The body was that of a woman in her mid thirties whose hands were kind of split and cracked like she wasn't used to real hard work long term but had recently been doing that kind of work. She had been robbed and strangled to death. No ID, nothing really to go on to get a sense of who she was - a Jane Doe case. Not very unusual but there was something that kept nagging at me about her. I felt like I had to work this case hard. I had a couple of uniforms canvass the area and we were able to ascertain that she was a short-order cook in a greasy spoon type cafe in that area. The café paid her in cash and didn't know what her name was for sure. They just called her 'Sad Sadie' or Sadie to her face. The guy we talked to said she was always sad about something but kept pretty much to herself. She lived in a shitty apartment next to an abandoned building where a bunch of junkies and runaway kids crashed and we found her personal belongings in various places in the abandoned building and a few things not worth stealing in her trashed apartment. I was going through an old coat of hers that had been pretty high end gear at some time or another but at that time was really beat up. In a torn section of the coat I found this letter (he held up the pieces of paper at this time) that she obviously had stashed and was intending to mail but just never had. I read the letter in hopes that it would tell me more about who she was. That was two days before I came to you to confess. From the letter we were able to find out who she was and from our interviews and canvassing, just last week, we were able to nail her killer. As we were chasing the 'perp' he had the good sense to run across the street and get greased by a truck. He died at the scene, saving us a whole lot of paperwork and saved the city the cost of prosecution. Anyway, that letter kept haunting me so I made a copy of it and read it again. I'll read it for you or you can read it yourself, which ever you prefer."

Ruth looked at John intently and asked him to read it to her so she could get a sense of its impact on him.

John read:

My Dearest Ben,

I know you probably don't want me ever referring you in that manner but that's what you are to me. I can't say I'm sorry enough about what I did to you and to the kids. I am never going to get over my own betrayal of you. I'm sorry, Ben. I became the kind of person I always had looked down upon with complete disgust. How could that have happened? What happened to the upstanding faithful wife and mother you were used to knowing? For six months I lived a lie. I looked you in the eye, smiling and joking with you when in my heart I knew at the same time I was cheating on you with another man. I hate myself for that. My darling, sweet husband it's important to me that you know that you did nothing wrong. No slight, no forgetfulness on your part justifies what hurt I heaped on you. The entire fault was mine and mine alone. A man, not my husband, complimented and toyed with me until I fell for his stupid lines. What a fool I was to trade your daily attention and support for a few well chosen words about my appearance and intelligence. Somehow when you said those things they just didn't mean as much. They should have but they just didn't. Now I fear I will never hear your voice or the sweet sound of our children's laughter again. I could't face you and see the hurt and disgust in your eyes so I just decided to disappear and allow you to go on with your life and find a new love. Someone who will love you the way you should be loved. You deserve that and I want that for you with all my heart. I know you can get a divorce citing my abandonment as cause. That way there is no split of anything and you can go on raising our children in the way you always have. You are a good father and I know you will continue to do what is best for them.




The Letter



I still look back in horror at the day you found out about Phil and me. When Phil's wife came by that day saying she had something for me, I didn't know how react. When she opened that huge purse like she was getting something out of it and hit me with it, I was taken totally by surprise. When she stood over me calling me a whore and a slut it was like I was finally awakening to what I really had done. The worst part was when you came to help me and she showed you the pictures she had of Phil and me together. You came to me to help and protect me from Janine with that look of concern you get. I was horrified to watch your face go from one of caring and loving to surprise, hurt and finally total contempt. When you helped me up off the floor I thought we were going to be ok, but when you led me to the door threw me out and locked it I knew I was lost. I deserved that but it still caught me off guard. When you were throwing my clothes and things on the lawn while screaming at me in your pain I knew I could not face you any more and I was not deserving of anything from you so I took what I could carry and left.

Please don't hate me and when the kids ask about me if you could allow them to have some good memories of me that is all I would ask of you. 

I am working but will not give my name because I don't want you to find me, if you care to. At some point maybe when I'm stronger I will let you get in touch with me if you desire. I will probably let my sister be my go-between when I am ready to face you. A lot has to happen between now and then.

I will always love you, Ben and I hope some day you can find it in your heart of forgive me. I don't know how to end this letter so I will just say good bye and I love you and our children more than you could ever know.

Mary

John finished reading and looked at Ruth forlornly. "I read the letter and say myself looking back. I had to face up to what I was doing and how it could possibly hurt you if you were to find out. I knew I had to end it and make things as right as I could under the circumstances."

Ruth touched John's arm, "I guess I owe a lot to that poor woman and I hope she is at peace now and somehow knows that her story helped others learn from her mistakes. What's going to happen about Mary and her family?"

John smiled a sad smile. "I personally took the original letter and Mary's belongings to Ben and told him the story two weeks ago. He was devastated. Seems he had been trying to locate Mary to put their lives back together as a family. The poor bastard never got the chance to let Mary know that he had forgiven her and wanted her back in his life. So now his kids will never again see their mother and their father will carry the burden of grief and guilt that he threw her out and there is no way to reverse the chain of events."

Ruth squeezed John's arm sympathetically. "That must have been hard for you, telling Ben about his wife."

John nodded slowly, "I took the task as sort of atonement... my penance so to speak. He needed to be told and their story gave me strength to confront my sins so I needed to be the one to face Ben." The room fell silent for a while and then John sighed and said, "Unless you want to talk about some other aspect of this mess, I want to take a shower and then we can come up with a plan for the rest of our day."

"Sorry babe", Ruth interjected. "Your day is already spoken for. First, you will take that shower, but you will not be alone and I expect great things from your hands and other selected parts of your body in making sure I have a VERY enjoyable experience. You will not leave that shower until I am fully satisfied with your performance or until the hot water runs out -- which ever comes first. I had better be the one that 'comes' first. Second, we will dress for a day on the town where I will be treated to a sumptuous lunch and shopping for that diamond ring I saw in my future... Remember that? Thirdly, we will come up with ways to run into old Gina Laslowe and really rub her nose in it. I win, she is the loser. Any questions?"

As they headed upstairs to their bedroom and shower, John just had to push the smart-ass envelope by saying, "Yeah, I do have one question. Can we also put on that to-do list to call Celia Johannsen and see about setting up a hot session between you and her? Damn, we could sell tickets and make millions! Half the western world would pay big bucks to see that, I get a ring-side seat, of course."

Ruth turned sharply on the stairs and held her clenched fist at his nose looking down at him from the steps above. Her eyes flashed with mock indignation and she purred, "Celia's and my relationship is HOT, loving and VERY private and I will not have it sullied by your need for sexual and financial gratification." Then she moved in close to his ear and hotly whispered, "You'll just have to I..M..A..G..I..N..E.. it, lover. uuuhhhhhhhhhh!"

John just straightened to attention and gushed, "Yes, ma'am!" and then said huskily, "Let's hit the shower while THAT picture is embedded in my sick little mind." He swatted her ass playfully and said, "Hurry your ass up, I see a long shower session in your immediate future." 

The End



The Letter



CHAPTER 1

Wearing a facemask, divorcee Nurse Linda Regan bathed Mr Kirkman's face and she knew without him saying he was grateful to receive this personal attention and to listen to her babble on. 

She knew the businessman had only hours to live. He had a severe lung infection that had been caught and diagnosed too late before special antibiotics were administered in time to stop it killing him. 

Linda was due to go off shift at 3:00.

She said goodbye but he wheezed, pleading, "Don't go."

Linda had the choice of going to her dingy flat or being with someone who wanted her.

"I'll have to get the ward manager's permission to stay. She could refuse my request."

He nodded that he understood and coughed in another spasm, his body jerking and he pulled his oxygen mask up again.

The American returned, no longer wearing her English hospital uniform and she smiled and sat.

He smiled and coughed.

Just before 5:00, two hours before he died, Mr Kirkman took off his mask and asked Linda to do him a favor.

"Yes, of course."

"Here's my solicitor's card," he wheezed. "She's a sole practitioner here in Plymouth. On the back are written the words, 'This is the one.' Mrs Wilson will brief you. I instructed her when she was here two days ago. I had almost made up my mind even then that you were the one."

Aware that people shortly before dying babbled on a bit and all they really required was a friendly, receptive listener, Linda soothed, "Yes, I'll visit Mrs Wilson. You just take it easy, do you hear?"

He managed something resembling a smile. "How much notice must you give before leaving the employment of this hospital?"

"None. I decided not to sign a fixed service contract so am engaged on an hourly basis. They are short-staffed so are pleased to get any registered nurse they can grab."

"Excellent. Good luck lovely lady."

Half an hour later Reginald Kirkman slipped into a coma and died at 7:08 that evening.

Linda, a 30-year-old blonde, had come to England to escape her paranoid husband from whom she was now divorced. She'd grown up in California with Lance, living in the same street in Roosevelt, Fresno. After graduating high school he went into the army and she trained in nursing and they dated for three years. Lance went to Afghanistan and after he was invalided home and recovered from severe head wounds they married. But his mood and manner gradually changed and Linda's life with Lance became unbearable. She finally left him, filed for divorce and went to stay with an aunt in Plymouth, England and took steps to gain approve to engage as a registered nurse in England.

The aunt later went north to care for her arthritic sister, leaving Linda alone in the house so she devoted herself to hospital work. 

Mr Kirkman was buried three days after he'd made that request to Linda. There was no church service and as there were only twenty people at the brief graveside ceremony, Linda being the only person under forty and only one of three women present, she was somewhat noticeable.

As she was walking away a woman aged about fifty-five called, "Excuse me young lady."

Linda stopped and smiled and said, "I'm only here out of respect. I scarcely knew Mr Kirkman."

"May I ask did he present you with a business card?"

"Yes he did but I didn't take much notice of it. It's home at my flat. Oh you are Mrs Wilson?"

"Yes and I assume you are a nurse?"

"Yes, Linda Regan. I really thought it odd being given a card with the words 'This is the one'. It's a kind of humor I was unable to appreciate."

"Actually it was confirmation meant for me. Linda may I invite you to my office for coffee and to talk?"

"Yes I'm off duty. You make it sound if I have under-estimated the meaning of that message."

"Yes and agree it was rather obscure. Mr Kirkman has a job for you."

"Oh goodness."

"It is legal business. I'd prefer to discuss it in my office."

With the coffee poured Penny Wilson said Mr Kirkman had died a wealthy man with no apparent heir. He'd declined to make a will but days before he died Mr Kirkman told her he had a son and gave her details.

"If that son cannot be located his estate passes to the Crown (Government) as Mr Kirkman would be regarded as having died an in testate person. His money and any other wealth would go into the coffers of the Crown under legal provision known as bona vacantia."

"I can't see how I can help?"

"You are Mr Kirkman's choice as the person to find his son. I want you to go to Australia to find him. Father and son had a row twelve years ago and Rex vanished and had not been heard of since. Mr Kirkman hired a private detective who found Rex then twenty-two, left this country undetected aboard a yacht and eventually entered Australia without being intercepted by the authorities and has been working there ever since under assumed names. The investigator failed to find any trace of him after talking to the skipper of that Australian ocean-going yacht." 

Mrs Wilson smiled when Linda said how intriguing.

"However just over seven months ago an Australian woman call on Mr Kirkman, hitting him up for money. She was a recent girlfriend of Mr Kirkman's son who had told her things about his early life in England and who his father was. She'd come to England on holiday with her new boyfriend. In return for being given two hundred pounds she gave Mr Kirkman his son's latest name and address. Mr Kirkman kept putting off going to search for his son and after falling ill gave me that information to pass on to you."

"But why me, there were other nurses attending him?"

"He told me Nurse Regan you had taken a real interest in him and display compassion and a real duty of care that made you stand out. He decided you were the kind of person equipped to find his son to allow him to claim his rightful inheritance."

Linda shook her head in disbelief. "So you want me to spend my hard earned money to go to Australia to look for this guy I don't know what he looks like..."

"You would be generously compensated and while there is no photograph he does have or did have the distinctive assumed name of Marco Cotti. Mrs Kirkman who now lives in Hawaii burned all of the family photo albums and all documents and other evidence relating to her son who'd abandoned her eight years earlier when Mr Kirkman divorced her after catching her committing adultery and not for the first time."

"Exactly what is mean by generously compensated?"

"A business class air ticket to Australia and a sum of six hundred Australian dollars paid into your bank account each week for six weeks and then the situation will be reviewed when you call me by phone."

"So I could be abandoned in Australia after six weeks at your discretion?"

"Yes. No result, no further financial contribution from me."

"That's unattractive to me."

"Six hundred dollars for six weeks totals $3600. That ought to be sufficient to live on generously, to pay for the hire a four-wheel drive vehicle and leave sufficient over for an economy class ticket back here or alternatively to America. Should you find young Mr Kirkman alias whoever he is now and he contacts me and can authenticate who he is, then you will receive a bonus of twenty thousand pounds even if Mr Kirkman decides not to claim his inheritance."

Linda moistened her lips. "I've often thought about going to Australia."

* * *

Linda awoke to her first full day in Australia in a 3-star hotel in Brisbane. It was sunny, dry and already hot at 10:00. She'd turned off the noisy air-conditioning unit during the night and now had to wipe sweat between her breasts as she wondered who would be the first Aussie to get his head between them.

She thought it was too hot for sex but presumably Australians were used to doing that in any temperature.

Linda hired a Mitsubishi Outlander for a month and drove west to a place called Roma, the only known address Mrs Wilson had of Rex Kirkman's whereabouts but that was eight months ago. Linda was excited when she went into a pub and the barman recalled a guy called Marco Cotti.

"Yeah, good bloke. He and I paired to play pool a lot at times won big money but we ended up losing more than we won."

"Oh great, where can I find him?"

"Dunno. He left here two months ago for Blackall up the road a bit."

Linda was so excited she almost kissed the bearded guy.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah do you think I look like a liar?"

Linda thought he did but this was all she had. She only had to find someone who knew a guy calling himself Marco Cotti and she was hot on the guy's trail and would nail him within an hour. Oh it seemed so easy, money for jam.

Eagerly she raced back to the Outlander and opened he map. He heart then sank. The fucking jerk had said Blackall was 'up the road a bit'. It was up the highway all right, a trip of some three hundred miles or about seven hours away.

She lay into her arms over the steering wheel and wept.

Marco Cotti had seemed so close and now he was ghosting away up north. She felt like strangling the barman for ruining her day.

It was the most boring drive Linda had been on. It was called the Warrego Highway, a journey of monotony, mainly flat arid country that skirted ranges. If it hadn't been for the occasional small town coming into her vision she might have gone mad, or at least turned back. At one stage she saw an approaching freight train on her right and waved excitedly and the grinning engineer waved back. God he was bored as well.

Linda stopped for a meal of bacon, eggs and chips (fries) and putrid coffee. The waitress caught the sight of Linda's grimace and said, "You should have asked for tea dear."

The waitress was chatty and delighted Linda by saying yes she knew Blackall because she'd been there a few times but no she didn't know any guy called Marco Cotti.

"I suggest you find a talkative assistant at Ian Kinsey, Outback Chemists. A guy would probably have a prescription if he needed medication for flu or infection in cuts suffered in a bar brawl, or he may have been a frequent customer for condoms."

"Ah Mr Cotti might be a gentleman."

"Love there are no gentlemen out here and even if there were they'd still use condoms because ladies like me insist."

Linda didn't know whether to be relieved that Marco Cotti would use condoms but then the waitress floored her but offering, "Blackall is very much like this hole but only much larger."

"Oh god," Linda said and the waitress walked off cackling.

As Linda was leaving the waitress said, "Oh here's a tip dear. You're a Yank aren't you?"

"If you mean American yes but I live in England."

"Ah, that explains your queer accent. Well if anyone in Blackall asks you who was Jack Howell, you say, Jackie Howell was world champion shearer who hand shore more than 300 sheep in 1892, a record that stood for almost sixty years till the introduction of electric shearing. They'll elaborate on detail but will be impressed and will want to shout you a beer."

"But I don't drink beer."

"No I guess not, not with a body like your have lady. But if you drink a beer you are talking to someone who might know of this Cotti guy that has you and your tits in such a flap. Honey is it really worth chasing a guy? This Cotti might be in Bali by now."

Linda had another cry over the steering well. Why were people like that waitress so depressing?

By the time road-weary Linda approach the town of Blackall, population about 2220, on the Landsborough Highway, she was 700 miles north of Brisbane. It may as well be 2000 miles. This seemed like a journey to hell. But as she drove into the main drag and saw the tree-lined street and rather quaint commercial buildings her spirits lifted. Yes this is the sort of spot Marco Cotti would choose to settle down to drink beer, enjoy bar brawls and to seduce the town's adult females and that would lead to more fights.

Two days later she struck it lucky. A guy who was shouting (paying) for her beer because as a Yank she knew about the legendary Jacki Howell said, "I can't rightly say I know (which means he doesn't know) Marco Cotti but my niece up at the hospital had a torrid affair with a guy named Marco before he dumped her."

Linda kissed the surprised guy and fled, jumping into her vehicle and roared off to the road sign she remembered pointed to the hospital. She cursed, braked heavily and went back to the hotel to asked the guy for the name of his niece.

Nurse educator Susan White was about thirty, a raven-haired beauty with two well-formed looking bumps chest-high under her uniform that Linda thought darkly would interest a seducer of innocent woman like Marco Cotti.

"Hi Miss Regan, I was told you wish to see me?"

"Yes and um it's a personal matter."

"Well let's sit over here out of the way. How may I help?"

"I'm looking for a man."

Nurse White smiled. "Aren't we all?"

"This might be distressing to you."

"Try me."

"His name is Marco Cotti."

She stiffened slightly and said carefully, "Oh... I'm over him. Are you his wife?"

"Oooh no. I've never met him. I'm working for a solicitor in England where I live. She has business with him."

"Marco told me he cut his ties with England years ago."

"Well all I can say it is to his advantage to contact this solicitor."

Nurse White sighed and said she guess that meant his father or mother had died. "Do you have ID?"

Checking Linda's passport, Nurse White smiled and said, "Yes you are who you say you are. Marco doesn't possess a passport. Are you aware he's illegally residing in Australia?"

"Yes."

"How old is this guy who calls himself Marco?"

"Thirty-four."

"Well that satisfies me. He keeps moving to lessen the chances of detection. At present he's across at Charters Towers."

"Is that far from here?"

"Not unless you are cycling."

"No I have a vehicle.

"It will take you about ten hours. I suggest you leave at dawn and drive straight there, taking time to have a wee look around. You may as well look at Australia while you're here. You will be used to big distances being an American."

"A city-bound American but I live in Plymouth, England, these days."

"What do you do there?"

"I use to be a theater nurse but spent the past year as a general ward nurse, taking a bit of a breather."

"Omigod, a fellow nurse. Look stay here and have coffee. I come off duty in less than an hour. We'll go and have a drink and then you come to my shared flat. It's my turn to cook for the other two women and they will be delighted to have an Anglo-American to relate her life story."

"Well there's not much to tell really."

"What, being a theater nurse? You know women enjoy listening to the blood and guts drama of medicine. And as for coming all the way from England to track down lover boy, well I ask you."

"Lover boy?"

"When he seduces you Linda you'll know he's the best around."

Going back to the hotel late that evening, Linda felt she would be too tired to drive for 10 hours and so decided to stay another night and spend the day beside the pool. She called in at the bar for a nightcap and a guy who said he was a pilot smiled and invited him to join him. She declined but he insisted and she weakened.

Jack was muscular but to Linda's disappointment his dick was fat but not very long.

"I haven't had sex for a couple of months so be prepared for me to gush when I come," she said, pulling off her panties. 

Jack had already torn off her shirt, bra and shorts during his groping.

The gurgling noise she heard was Jack staring at her with unmasked lust and breathing through his mouth.

Jack got her to sit over his face and he licked Linda until she was ready to scream.

"I'm about to come," she warned.

"I'm ready," he said and jammed a finger up her ass.

Linda screamed into a huge release and the noise Jack was making sounded as if he were drowning. But he emerged, grinning and wiping his chin.

"Suck this baby."

"Only if you put on a condom."

""Christ I though that meant only when I was into your cunt or up your ass."

"No one goes up my ass sailor."

Jack grinned and hauled on a condom.

After that he fucked her on her hands and knees, saying that suited his short dick.

He was good, great actually, because he hammered her clit with a finger and pulled tightly against her other arm across her belly to stop falling out.

Linda got away well again and he filled the end of his tube.

"What about up the butt baby?"

Linda was a bit sleepy and had almost forgotten what anal sex was like as it had been a long time.

"Oh all right but if you hurt me we stop, okay."

"I'll work your asshole open before I insert. Women think their asshole is tiny."

To her surprised Linda actually enjoyed it and stayed the night in Jack's room on the promise he'd butt-fuck her again in the morning.

He had to be at the airport early and actually was a pilot, appearing again before the sleepy Linda in his uniform.

"Bye Australia's best fuck," he smiled, kissing her. 

Linda didn't mind a guy lying to her when it was an outrageous compliment like that.

She returned to her room and later spent the day beside the pool, talking only to women and staying away from alcohol as well as men.

In the morning she left at 5:00, having loaded with provisions the previous evening, enough for a couple of days in case she decided to stop over somewhere and sleep in the SUV. There were no lions and tigers to get her in Australia (she hadn't been told about wild cattle that sometimes charge on sight if a person is on foot).

Before too long, looking at the so-called dreary landscape, Linda realized she was falling half-in-love with outback Australia because when one looked closely there was character within the wilderness that was far superior to anything one saw in the urban landscapes. At times it was rather necessary to look closely for the road because they were well short of being super highways; in some sections were drifting dust and debris over it the route looked rather like a track.

She went via Muttaburra and traveled the 420 miles with plenty of stops for rests and coffee from her flasks and arrived in Charters Towers tired, but in good spirits. 

Linda accepted she had Jack to thank for that, reminding her physically she was a woman, and especially to Nurse White for giving her great hope that she'd find Marco in this place. Nurse White had revealed hearing a week earlier from a friend she'd sighted Marco getting into a white pickup in Charters Towers with writing on it. The friend hadn't read the writing because she was too busy looking at Marco. 

Linda drove through the main street and found the central business district quaintly appealing. Susan White had told her Charters was a rural servicing town of 8000 people founded on a former gold town and now was known for its boarding schools for the children of remote located farmers who lived so far away they flew in their kids to school and collected them again at the end of each term (semester) in private aircraft.

Near the end of the next day hoping to find a woman who recalled being shafted by a guy called Marco Cotti, Linda was in the bar of her hotel when the owner came and sat with her and shouted her (paid for) a drink.

They chatted and yes, he and his wife had been to Plymouth, England, and yes they'd passed through Fresno when touring through California.

"Why are you here in Charters young lady?"

"Looking for a guy."

The publican grinned and said, "Run through all the available ones in the UK have you?"

He was such an open-book character that Linda couldn't be offended and said she wished she had been that lucky.

"So your trail has led you to Charters?"

"Yes."

"What's the guy's name."

"Marco Cotti."

"Oh he's next door in the public bar working on our new pool. I'll fetch him for you."




The Letter



Nick grinned at the gaping Linda.

He returned with a sun-tanned brown haired guy who was lean and looked about thirty-four.

"I hear you're looking for me but are too sexy-looking to be with immigration or the Australian Tax Office."

The publican grinned, "There's the wife calling, I'll leave you two to get into it.

"Are you Rex Kirkman formerly of Plymouth, England. I nursed your father Mr Reginald Kirkman."

Linda knew he was but she was acting according to the instructions of the solicitor Mrs Wilson.

"Yes."

Linda's eyes rolled up and she slumped to the floor.

* * *

Marco Cotti (also known as Rex Kirkman) knew it was time to move on as he'd been in Charters for two months. So he finished with schoolteacher Pamela Olsen who, like most of them, gave a great impression of being heart-broken. Christ they knew he was only with them for the company and the fucking. He also arranged to be paid off by the pool contractor on Friday (Marco was employed at a lower rate because he was an itinerant worker and didn't wish to sign on).

He thought he might head up to Cairns and try to get a job on a tourist boat going out to the Great Barrier Reef because he'd heard it was a great way to make contact with horny women on vacation. It would have to be a second or even third-tier operator because the guys running top operations screened everyone they employed and everyone had to sign on for employment requirements including insurance and tax extraction purposes.

Nick, who had the friendly openness of typical Aussie country publicans, ambled over and whispered, "A sheila you probably have got pregnant is waiting in the lounge bar to see you."

"Are you sure or is she from the tax office or immigration and citizenship?"

"Nah looks too relaxed and too sexy to be a bureaucratic official. I can spot them a mile off. The truth is she told me she's been searching for you for someone back in England."

"Christ mom or dad must be dying?"

"Or already dead."

"Oh thanks mate."

"Think nothing of it."

"Forget what I said about England."

"Mate you never said anything to me about England or having parents."

"That's why I love you Nick."

"Back off your homosexual."

They laughed, slapped each other on the back and they headed to the lounge bar.

Marco looked at the babe's face and tits and his eyes watered. He doubted she could be Australian.

Nick left them, they exchanged a few words and Marco watched fascinated as the babe's eyes rolled up and she fell.

"Woman down in the lounge bar Mavis," he yelled, standing with his hands in his pockets to try to avoid any accusation of assault or sexual molestation.

Mavis came lumbering in. "Christ Marco what did you do to her?"

"Nothing."

"If you showed that cock of yours to this poor lady in my bar I'll whack you."

"Fair go Mavis, do you think I need to pull a stunt like that?"

"Then why has she fainted?" Mavis said, bending and picking up Linda as if she were picking up a sack of wheat. Six-foot Mavis weighed about 220 lbs. 

"Because she found me."

"Christ Marco, lying to me like that disappoints me. I thought you had flair and imagination."

Mavis placed Linda, whose eyes had flickered open, on to a sofa.

"Where's Marco?"

"Why do you want him darling?"

"Because I've found him."

Mavis glared at the grinning Marco who now had a group of people standing round him looking on, probably wondering why Marco had hit a woman.

"Darling I can tell you that after he's dumped you, you'll be wishing you'd never met him."

"But I have a letter for him. I've come from England to deliver it."

The small group of people leaned forward.

"A letter," Mavis said mystified. "Wouldn't it have been cheaper to post it?"

Everyone focused on Linda, waiting for the reply.

"We didn't have an address. By remarkable good fortune I found his trail out of Brisbane and traced him to here."

"What's in this letter?"

"I don't really know. I'm only the delivery person but I guess it's a name and a phone number for him to call."

"England you say?"

"Yes."

"But why would someone in England engage an American to deliver a letter to someone in Australia?"

"It gets complicated doesn't it? Could we go somewhere private for a drink and you too Marco."

"Yes darling, come on Marco. Can you walk or do you wish me to carry you?"

"Oh I'm too heavy to carry. I'll walk. What perfume are you wearing? I don't recognize it."

"It's a cheap scent my cheap husband gave me for my recent birthday darling. It would be unknown to someone of the likes of you. All Americans are millionaires aren't they, including the Blacks and illegal Mexicans these days."

"Not according to what I know."

Mavis called for three nip glasses and a bottle of best brandy and they got underway in her lounge, Linda saying carefully, "You father is no longer with us Marco."

"That's fine. I thought as much. Tell us what you know."

Linda did that, starting on the day Reginald Kirkman was admitted with chronic breathing difficulty with the suspicion he'd been gassed before having second thoughts about leaving his head in the gas oven. A chronic if not deadly lung infection then became suspected and after laboratory tests that was confirmed but by then the infection was rife and all counter efforts failed.

Linda then explained her conversations with Mrs Wilson.

"Then what's in this letter?"

"As I said I have no idea, no firm idea, but I suspect Mrs Wilson wants you back in England urgently to prove your identify and to claim your rightful inheritance. I suspect it will be a major inheritance with Mrs Wilson going to this extreme length to have you found."

"So what about my mother?"

"My understanding there was a divorce years ago and she went to Hawaii where she lives with the guy at the center of the divorce and they later married."

"You know a lot for a courier."

"A courier-tracker please and yet don't I know a lot. Am I to sleep with you?"

"What?"

Mavis swallowed and her eyes bulged and she held her breath.

"I have heard of your reputation and have met a very informative cast-off woman."

Marco checked out Linda's body again. "I ought to say no but you appear to be a fine woman."

Mavis held her breath.

Linda said, "Gosh you sound more like a gentleman and the allegations you are nothing more than a carnal philanderer. I had reserved my judgment because I know some people when they get sore can make wild assertions."

"That is very intelligent and gracious of you to say that. Mavis may we have the bridal suite?"

"Yes certainly."

"No thanks Mavis, some other time. Just permit Marco to share my room. It is plenty large enough for what we might do, if this guy can be convincing enough. I am traveling on expenses so the extra charge will be claimed as well."

"Oh there will be no extra charge ma'am. I dearly would like Marco to sleep with you and experience a woman with class."

"Most woman have class Mavis, it just comes out differently. Please call me Linda. You know what, I'm hungry?"

"The dinning room is still open. Go through as my guests, no charge," Mavis beamed. "You know I haven't been involved in a true romance in this hotel for neigh on two years."

"Huh?" said Marco while Linda just smirked.

After they had dinner they went to Linda's room. She looked at her watch and said, "I calculate Mrs Wilson will be having her lunch break about now. What can we do for the next hour?"

She saw Marco slide a hand down over his cock.

"If you want to do that well why not? I haven't had sex for two months (her stock comment to any new guy)."

She removed her top.

"Show me your tits."

Linda unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"Jesus Linda, you have a great pair."

"Yes I know and I'm been told my cunt looks great as well."

"A-are you supposed to talk to me like that?" Marco queried.

"Only because I thought you'd like me talking to you like that."

"Yeah baby... well let's she how you react to some tit-play before we move into deeper things."

Linda thought, omigod how deep would it go? She wet herself in excitement.

But quite unexpectedly Marco stopped and staring at Linda shook his head.

"What?" she asked in alarm.

He said, "This is not right. You have no idea of how a slut acts. You are dumbing down to lure me back to England so you get your finder's reward."

"No that's not true."

"Oh isn't it," he said. "Well come down and we'll have coffee and then call the executor of father's estate. You can make yourself useful and talk to the solicitor first."

He left and Linda turned and buried her head into the pillow and wailed in frustration, beating her fists on to the mattress. She'd been looking so forward to being fucked by Marco Cotti ever since she'd begun to imagine him at the height of his swashbuckling adventures in Australia.

Linda walked into the lounge and Marco jumped up and pointed to the seat on the sofa next to him. 

"Please sit and I'll fetch you coffee."

Later Linda made the call and got through surprisingly fast to Penny Wilson half a world away.

"I've found him."

"That's unbelievable. I'd given you only 15% chance of success. Australia is a continent, very big. Is he with you?"

"Yes I'll put him on."

The lounge was deserted because guests were having dinner, so Linda switched her phone on to speaker to follow the conversation.

Mrs Wilson questioned Rex (Marco), requiring answers that few people other than the son of the late Reginald Kirkman would know and came to the final question.

"Do you have a scar large enough to be a minor disfigurement?"

"Yes, at a 30-degree angle across the top of my left foot, suffered when I was seven when playing with a boning knife and acting stupidly."

"That's exactly what you father told me. Please come home Rex Kirkman."

"This woman, Linda Regan. I suppose she gets a wad of money when she returns home with me."

"Oh no Mr Kirkman. Her contract ended as soon as I identified you in this phone call."

Rex looked at Linda rather astonished, recalling what he'd said nastily to Linda in the bedroom about her luring him back to England for reward.

Linda smiled lightly back, thinking, apologize to me you rude man but he made no attempt to even mouth an apology. 

Penny Wilson advised Rex to surrender to Australian immigration authorities and he'd be deported back to his claimed country of nationality but held in custody while British representatives made inquiries to confirm Rex's claim that he was the legitimate holder of a British passport.

"Will I be convicted of being an illegal over-stayer?"

"Probably."

Rex hesitated. "I'll have to think about this."

"Pray tell me what other way do you believe you can exit Australia without a passport and re-enter England without a passport?"

"That's why I need time to think this out. I'll call you back within an hour Mrs Wilson."

Switching off the phone Rex said, "Well I've landed myself in the shit thanks to you but I guess claiming my inheritance will be worth the humiliation."

He looked to where Linda had been sitting and found she'd gone.

* * *

Linda left the room furious. Still smarting at being reminded of the claim she'd been attempting to be extra nice to Rex Kirkman to 'lure'' him back to England for reward and now hearing him wavering on Penny Wilson's legal advice to give himself up to the authorities to initiate the process that appeared the only way legally for him to return to England. That baulking made her think she'd had more than enough of him.

What an oaf. 

Had she baulked on the difficulties she had to face to find him, and miraculously had done so by persistence and logic plus a dollop of self-belief? Of course not. She focused and tried to do it right, but not him. Oh no. Penny had offered him good advice and he appeared on the edge of rejecting it.

What an oaf!

She went and found Mavis the publican's wife and attempted to hand her money equivalent to the cost of a single room for the night.

"We don't want your money dear, you're our special guest. Marco (Rex) will benefit being associated with a proper woman like you."

"But you don't understand Mavis. It hasn't worked out because he's too insensitive for me and he'd backed off because he stupidly thinks I'm too good for him."

"Well darling take my advice, loose your politeness and bare a breast to him and he'll be all over you."

"No I'm off. I've loved meeting you Mavis. You and your husband are like the Aussie icons I've seen in Australian films. Until I met you I thought that characterization was way over the top. It has been a real privileged meeting you."

"I'm not quite sure what you are saying dear but I'll say this, you are nothing like those loud-mouth American women I see in Hollywood movies."

They kissed and parted. Only when Mavis had sniffed, watching Linda walk out of the lobby did she look down and see the money beside her on the counter.

"A real lady," she sniffed. "Marco you stupid cunt."

Marco came in a few minutes later and said, "Mavis have you seen Linda in the last few minutes?"

"No you stupid cunt."

"Cripes Mavis, wanting a shag but you've found Nick is poking one of the maids instead of you?"

"Your insensitivity or perhaps it's also stupidity blinds you Marco."

Marco caught himself and apologized. "Sorry to have spoken to you like that Mavis. I had no intention of being nasty. You usually like me revving your up."

"She's gone Marco."

"Where?" he asked, mouth falling open.

"How the fuck would I know. How could you be so stupid?"

Guilt ravaging his face, Marco ran out towards the street shouting, "Linda wait, Linda wait."

But Linda was already out of sight and driving towards the east coast to return to Sydney to spend a few days resting before flying home.

CHAPTER 2

Linda sat in Penny Wilson's office drinking tea with her after Penny had apologized saying none of her other clients ever requested coffee so she didn't have it on hand.

"Where is he Penny?"

"Negotiating with authorities through a lawyer he's hired in that place with that odd name, Charters Towers."

Linda repeated what Mavis had told her: Gold was discovered in 1871 and after the prospecting rush took out the gold a prosperous community developed. The town took its name from a mine overseer named Charters, with the addition of Towers, the name of the hill at the foot of which gold was first discovered.

"Well that is an odd name but not as odd as some of the names in England. For instance I've been on the walk on the South Dorest Coast to Scratchy's Bottom."

Linda almost fell off her chair laughing.

Penny took details of Linda's new address and said the $20,000 would be paid into Linda's account by the end of the week. She was interest to learn Linda was hoping to secure a contract with the Plymouth City conducting a survey of commercial interests in the city about their satisfaction/dissatisfaction with the quality and scope of council services.

With that contract almost ending and thinking about applying to immigrate to Australia as a nurse, Linda's life took a new twist when she received a call from her solicitor, Penny Wilson.

"Linda dear I have Rex Kirkman here with me. He would like to see you, to apologize. He's asked me to act as an intermediatery."

"I'm not sure if I wish to see him. However I'll think about it and call you back."

"When do you think that will be?"

"Within an hour."

Penny smiled wryly aware it was Linda's way of turning the screw. The last person to delay making a decision for an hour for her had been Rex in the first contact call when Linda had found him in Australia. She sighed and wondered if those two were compatible... they both seemed to be highly charged and focused. She was quite sure Linda would call back within the hour so she asked Rex to wander about in Drake Circus and to return in fifty minutes because Linda would be calling back soon after that.

Rex sat in the waiting room looking at his watch and stewing. He ought to wring that Linda's neck treating him like this. He was always the one who kept women on tenterhooks. A minute later he conceded well that's what made her so interesting; no one would say she was a pushover.

The assistant at the desk took a call and said to Rex, "Mrs Wilson will see you now. Please enter."

Rex hurried in expecting to be handed the phone.

Instead Penny said, "Perhaps I might know Miss Regan a little better than you do and understand she has high standards and won't give an inch if challenged."

"What the hell does that mean?" Rex said, bristling.

"She's no pushover so I suggest Mr Kirkman if you wish to try to restart your association with her you should ease back and remember your manners."

"This is crap. Well I'm finished with her."

Penny was used to dealing with difficult clients and didn't think she'd pushed too far. She had the information to interest him. "If you are interested, you'll find Linda shopping right now at Marks and Spencer in Old Town Street."

"Jesus, that's great. Um where will I find her?"

"In the lingerie department she said."

Rex frowned. "Why would she be there?"

"Although she's American she's probably one of those women who still wears underwear Mr Kirkman."

Rex grinned weakly at Mrs Wilson and said he must dash. "Tell her I'm on my way if she calls thinking I'm a no-show."

Penny smiled and watched him leave after saying goodbye and noted the time for billing purposes.

* * *

Linda saw Rex approached and pulled of a black lace and purple satin garment and held it out.

"Do you know what these are?"

On the brink of greeting her, Rex looked down at the garment and noticed her fingertips.

"Yeah I do."

"Are you sure? Name the garment."

"Crotchless panties."

"Ah so you're a connoisseur?"

Rex sighed. "I guess I'm a guy with heaps of stored information in my head. Look, Linda... I was a fool, a complete idiot. I deserve this treatment for being such an ungrateful and arrogant bastard to you. I can only..."

"That's enough," Linda said, placing the garment back on the rack. "I accept your apology. I now realize you'd spent most of your time in Australia in male company and that could only help you be a rude, ungrateful and arrogant bastard."

"You do?"

"Yes I just told you I do. Do you require it in writing?"

"Have you forgiven me sufficiently to associate with me again?"

"Yes, definitely. I found I'm missed you Rex. In the very short time I met you I found you, well, exciting."

"Me exciting."

"Yes I think because I've never known any other person who's been on the run. I had expected you to be shifty-eyed and waiting in fear for the cops or the authorities to land you in jail but there you were, charming to almost everyone I saw around you and to find you were happily working your way around Australia fucking half of the women you came across, thought not Mavis I imagine."

Rex grinned and said no not Mavis. He lost that grin and said, "In that pub that morning after I found you'd gone Mavis gave me a right royal roasting, saying I'd lost you because of my insensitivity and stupidity."

"Well Mavis is not particularly well educated Rex and told me she'd never been farther afield than Townsville but she has a heart of gold and knows people. She regarded you as incorrigible Rex but with love in her heart as if you were a favorite nephew."

"Struth!"

"What does that mean?"

"It's Australian slang for, um, for goodness sake."

She smiled, "Nice word."

"Yeah."

They went to a coffee shop and kept on talking and when casual chat slowed Linda sighed. "Well what now?"

"I can accompany you shopping."

"What about coming back to where I'm living Rex? We can have something to eat and then you can take me to bed."




The Letter



"Jesus you have really forgiven me?"

"It appears so, silly me."

He looked at her carefully and then said, "Linda Reagan, will you marry me?"

"What?"

"I said..."

"No I heard. It's just rather a shock."

"Well you know dad left me lots of money..." Rex stopped, and said quietly, "Do you know dad left me lots of money, like one and a half million pounds?"

"Not really but I guessed it must be a lot with me being commissioned to go to Australia to find you and with a finder's fee of twenty thousand American bucks if I found you and you called Penny Wilson."

"So you were just on pittance plus expenses unless you found me?"

"Yes six hundred Australian bucks a week for six weeks when the situation was to be reviewed plus a business class the airfare to Australia and unless I found you that was it."

"Hell that was taking a huge risk."

"Well yes because you could have been anywhere in Australia but as I wanted to escape the winter in England and was unsettled by your father's painful and so unnecessary death. The proposition to find you really appealed because your father told Penny to try to hire me to find you."

"But why?"

"Well I guess because I was kind to your father and felt for him because he was my patient."

"That's just like you...steadfast, kind but hungry for adventure. That's how I now picture you and he probably did too."

"Well I've decided I'd like to return to Australia."

"My too. But I was convicted and deported from Australia as an over-stayer. I think I'll get a lawyer here to hire an immigration specialist in Australia to make representations to try to get me a pardon because I was young when I fled to Australia and could perhaps gain understanding by submitting I deserve to be pardoned and I'll be able to produce many Australians as character witnesses, er, including women."

"Including women?"

"Yes and I'm confident about that. There are special immigration provisions for investors and I have worked a great deal building and extending in-ground swimming pools and would like to invest as a major partner in a big swimming pool company that is under-capitalized and needs to subdue its opposition. I know of at least three companies like that."

Linda urged, "Well then I suggest you go for it."

Rex said he intended starting attempts tomorrow to get residency in Australia.

"It could strengthen my case if I were married."

"Well I had decided to ask for three months before answering your proposal but I could review that if you require an urgent answer. I just want to be certain Rex that we are compatible. As you know I rushed into marriage previously and it bombed out."

"So what now?"

Linda thought for a moment. "Let's go to my place and have sex and then go out to dinner and discuss what now? I will be very happy to live with you straight away because that will be a proving ground for compatibility."

"And what about migrating to Aussie?"

"I've already made inquiries and American and English trained nurses are in great demand and I appear to qualify as an immigrant in all other respects."

"Well, first things first," Rex leered. "Let's get to bed."

THE END



The Letter



As I understand it the word 'cuckold' means a man whose wife is having sex with other men with his knowledge and generally against his will. On that basis the following story does not accord with the definition but I felt that it was worth relating due to the undoubted degree of poignancy.




When the husband, a Thomas Fairfield, rang me I felt from his voice that he was somewhat older than my other confidants and this impression was confirmed when he later walked into my office. I guessed at middle sixties and it turned out that he had just celebrated his sixty-fifth birthday. He was somewhat below average height and could have been classed as dapper but for a thickening round his middle of the type that I always attribute to contented living. After the polite preliminaries, I sat in silence waiting for him to begin in his own time - I always try to avoid prompting if at all possible. Thomas obviously wanted to get it off his chest because he began almost immediately on what had to be a prepared speech. 

"If I had spoken to you at last New Year I would have said that I was only six years away from my golden wedding after a marriage filled with happiness and mutual fidelity," he said ruefully.

"But late this summer my younger brother Robin died very suddenly. His widow Jane, my sister, declared herself capable of handling all the financial aspects of his estate but felt unable to go through his personal papers. So it was logical that I, as a last fraternal duty, should step in and undertake this task for her. I worked with mixed emotions because although at times I was intrigued to discover aspects of my brother's interests that I had never known, at others I felt intrusive and had to force myself to continue. For all the good that my perusal of these documents did, I might as well have dumped the lot unread into the bin - and I wish to God that I had. Tucked in the back of a well-worn wallet I came across a very old letter. Written thirty-five years ago, it was from May, my wife, ending an affair with him."

At this point he halted with a film of moisture in his eyes. I waited to let him regain composure but when he displayed no inclination to continue I murmured quietly, "And?"

"I don't know what to do about it," he said.

His dilemma was obvious but I was not willing to say anything constructive on such sparse information - if fact, offering advice even after full disclosure is generally frowned upon. "Have you got the letter or have you destroyed it?"

In answer he took the mentioned wallet from his pocket, extracted a faded envelope from it and this he laid in front of me with almost religious reverence. It read:-

Dearest Robin

Ever since first discovering that you were so much bigger than Tom

I have been completely crazy and perhaps am only now regaining my

senses. I love Tom and cannot bear the thought of hurting him or ruining

my marriage so we have got to stop what we are doing. I will miss our

special afternoons together desperately but I must ask you not to call

again when I am alone.

Sorry darling

May 

I spent some moments contemplating how I should approach this and finally asked what he could remember about the period in question.

"I think it was a time when my brother was often there when I got home from work," he said. "Rob had a job then which involved working evenings and early mornings so that much of his days were free. My little girl Sarah, (we only had the one then) was three and went to a nursery during the afternoon. I do know that for a period of months I frequently got home to find him playing with my daughter - that's when the affair must have been going on although I don't know if it was right from the start. Rob tended to stay and eat with us. He used to jokingly refer to May as 'our wife' and it is only now that I have belatedly realised the joke was on me."

"Did this change after your wife must have ended it?"

"Yes - Rob suddenly stopped calling at all but at the time I believed that this was because he had changed jobs. He actually dropped out of our lives completely for a couple of years and when he did reappear it was with a girlfriend called Beth in tow. During the following months he seemed pretty serious about her and May and I went out with them two or three times as a foursome. Then suddenly he switched to Jane and shortly after that married her. Since then we raised our family and they raised theirs. Over the years we met at family gatherings, sometimes on a pretty regular basis but at others with two years or more intervening between meetings. When greeting and saying farewell I noticed that May and Rob shared more natural affection than occurred between myself and Jane - I have always been pleased at their rapport and only now realise that it was a reflection of that one time shared intimacy."

"Is there any other factor you can think of that might have a bearing on this?" I asked.

"Yes - Rob's character," he told me bitterly. "Right from the start of his marriage he was a compulsive womaniser. Jane knew but it didn't seem to decrease her love for him - the only time that she ever commented on his behaviour was to say simply, 'It's the way he is.' Rob must have been with hundreds of other women over the years because his different jobs always brought him in direct contact with the public. Once when he was a rent collector, for some reason I accompanied him for a morning as he made his round. After leaving one young woman he said, 'Stripped she's got the most amazing pear shaped tits' and a few calls later his comment was, 'That woman may not look much but she's a volcano in bed.' I can't say that I was jealous because I had no real desire to act like that but I did resent the way that he went through life not caring who he hurt and invariably getting away with it." 

"To your knowledge - was he well endowed?" I had to ask.

"I never saw him naked as an adult but odd remarks he made gave that impression. One time, possibly that same morning on his round he said, 'Once women know what I've to offer, they just can't say No'. I suppose that he must have been," Thomas added sadly.

"And you?"

"Average I guess, I've never given it much thought."

It all added up. Apart from the historical nature all of the elements of the case were distressingly familiar - but I was still unsure how to proceed. By default I remained silent. Thomas initially assumed that I was considering my response but after a while with none forthcoming he asked, "So what do you think I should do?"

I resorted to the classic bounce-back technique. "You must have given this a great deal of thought since discovering the letter - what do you think you should do?"

"It was a very long time ago and sometimes I think that I should forget about it but at others I get so knotted up inside that I know it's impossible to pretend that it never happened."

"What do you think a confrontation would achieve?"

"Nothing I suppose," he conceded," - It would at least let her know that I know."

"That would not gain you much and it could be counterproductive," I pointed out. "I think that at the very least it would introduce an unnecessary degree of tension between you and your wife for the remainder of your lives together."

"Yes - but won't that tension be there from me anyway?"

"It doesn't have to be. You said yourself that it was a very long time ago," I reminded him.

"Suffering the particular vulnerability of a young mother, your wife succumbed to a combination of pressure, situation and momentary overwhelming attraction. But later her love for you reasserted itself, forcing her to give him up and allowing you to enjoy well over three decades of happy marriage. There are few marriages that even last that long. I would leave this infidelity in history where it belongs and put it out of your mind for the rest of your life." It was categorical advice but I felt sincerely that it needed to be given.

Thomas Fairfield left my office looking somewhat happier and I was confident that would be the last I saw of him - so it was with a degree of surprise when a fortnight later I received a telephone call from him requesting another appointment. At the agreed time I ushered him into my office and got him seated comfortably.

"Despite what you said, I'm afraid that I spoke to my wife about the letter," he said but then, having made the announcement he seemed to become preoccupied by the glass of tranquillising refreshment that I had provided.

I waiting quite a long time but finally had to say gently, "Do you want to tell me about it."

The question broke him out of a reverie and he threw me an embarrassed smile. "I didn't come right out and accuse her. It seemed better to work up gradually - I think I hoped that she would confess before I mentioned my proof."

At this point I switched on the tape recorder, not making a great point of it but at the same time not hiding what I had done. The following section is entirely his words transcribed from the tape:-

May and I were chatting about Rob anyway so it seemed an ideal time to mention the letter. I started by asking casually, "Did Rob ever make a pass at you?"

May laughed and said, "When in particular?"

"Any time - but I was really thinking about that period when Sarah was little and Rob seemed to be always at the house," I told her.

She still seemed amused. "You mean when he used to refer to me as 'our wife?'" I nodded pretending to smile as well but then she answered with another question by saying, "What makes you ask?"

"I've been remembering how Rob chased women all his life and it struck me that he must have tried his luck with you."

"Oh he would have liked to all right - all it needed was for me to say 'Yes' - you being his brother was not a factor in his thinking," May told me easily, her voice sounding amazingly relaxed.

"Did you say 'Yes' to him," I asked softly, steeling myself for her confession.

"I didn't say 'Yes' or any other damn thing," May said with a touch of anger, the denial spoken in such a firm voice that had I not known otherwise I would have been thoroughly convinced.

"Then you would have no reason to write a letter ending an affair with him."

My wife's face showed nothing; only a hand straying to the cigarette packet betrayed her sudden tension. "Are you telling me that he kept the damn thing?" she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"It was amongst his papers - I wish to hell I'd never found it."

"And me," she agreed. "I never wanted you to know. It happened such a long time ago that I thought I was safe."

"But you're still lying about it," I accused.

"Not strictly lying. I never did say 'Yes' - I just let it happen." May lit her cigarette and then said, "I suppose that I'm going to have to tell you after all. I'd fancied Rob from the start - he was an attractive man especially when he was younger. That was all though, you can fancy a lot of men without actually jumping into bed with them. At that time, it was a bit boring for me while Sarah was at play-school so I enjoyed Rob calling round. It was fun, we were relaxed together, he told a lot of stories and made me laugh. He was always coming on to me but it turned into a game and I could put him off without much problem. Then one day for some reason it was different - there seemed to be a kind of electricity in the air between us. I dashed out of the room and ran upstairs into the spare bedroom. I don't honestly know whether I was trying to hide or simply going somewhere we could do it - perhaps if I'd really wanted to escape I would have gone in our bedroom and locked the door. Anyway, next moment Rob was standing in the doorway. Without saying anything, I just undressed and got into bed, then he did the same. Neither of us said a word to each other."

May got a faraway look in her eyes and this caused me a sharp twinge of jealousy because I knew she was remembering their times together.

"When I found how big his cock was and knew how it made me feel, I went crazy for a time," she said. "It wasn't just his penis because he was also a very good lover. He taught me several little tricks that I later did to you for years without you realising - so you did get benefit out of my affair. It was my love for you that stopped it because one day I realised how much my mind was dominated by thoughts of Rob and I knew my marriage was in danger if I didn't end it. That's when I wrote the letter - it was the hardest thing that I have ever done. For a time I was tempted to write another letter changing my mind but then being pregnant took my mind off him.

I had a sudden horrible thought and the question spilled out before I could stop it, "Is Leslie mine?" Leslie is our second daughter and she was born during that two-year period when Ron disappeared from our lives.

May gave me a long look and then said, "Even though Leslie arrived earlier than expected, all of her life I have never doubted for that she was yours for a moment."

"But?" I prompted. A simple 'Yes' would have sufficed - so that careful wording betrayed some reservation in my wife's mind.

"Until Rob's funeral," she continued slowly. "Seeing Leslie and Rob's daughter standing together by the grave side, it suddenly struck me that they looked far more like sisters than cousins. It's possible - I've heard that women can have a kind of reduced period after they first get pregnant."

"What else have you got to tell me?" I asked in despair not seriously believing that there might be more to be revealed.

"Are you sure that you want to keep digging in the past - it can't do anybody any good?" May asked in a resigned voice that said she had indeed got more to tell.

"I think that I've got a right to know," I managed to say.

"Maybe it is better to get everything out in the open," May agreed with a sigh. " - In that case I have to tell you about Alvin."

For about three years, some twenty years ago, my wife worked as manageress of a small dress shop. She was actually employed in the cake shop next door until the dress shop owner Al Cohn invited her to work for him instead. During those three years I never had the slightest suspicion even though there were many times she seemed to stay unnecessarily late after the shop was closed.

I think that my mind was not prepared to accept any more distressing information because I found myself incapable of speech and after a momentary hesitation my wife continued, "I had an affair with Alvin for most of the time that I managed his shop. When he asked me to work for him I knew he fancied me but I didn't seriously believe that it would lead to anything. In the third month we were in that pokey little office at the back of the shop totalling up the days receipts when he said, 'You know I want to fuck you don't you?' It was like a damn bursting. The next minute I'd got my panties off and we were at it hammer and tongs on the floor."

My wife stopped talking at that point, which gave me time to visualise that unwelcome scene but thankfully she continued, adding, "It was partly your fault because of Fiona."

I must explain about Fiona. This happened about eight years before. She and her husband were our best friends in the street for several years. I had the hot's for Fiona, made no secret of it and it was all treated as a big joke. They moved and shortly afterwards came back to see us on a flying visit. Before they left, Fiona got me alone and said, "I want you. I've always wanted you and we should have done something about it when we had the chance. Give me a ring." Well I rang her from work at the first opportunity and for the next two weeks we had exciting erotic conversations every day describing what we would like to do to each other. The upshot was that I secretly took a day's holiday and went on the train to see her. Even before getting there I was beginning to have reservations and on arrival at her new house I could see how sordid my intention was. I stopped for a cup of tea, made an excuse and set off on the long journey back home. All went well for a time until Fiona, drunk and feeling rejected by me, rang May to spill the beans. All I could do was tell the truth. 

Now I reiterated what I said then, "Nothing physical happened with Fiona."

May gave a sigh of exasperation. "I hoped that you might be prepared to admit it at last. Fiona told me in small detail what you had got up to that day and despite what you say, I can't seriously believe that any man would spend a days holiday travelling all that way for nothing. If you had told the truth then I would have forgiven you because I didn't have much choice after Rob. It would have evened the score but when you continued with that ridiculous story I lost a lot of respect for you for a time. It rankled year after year that you thought you could treat me like a fool, so when Alvin turned up I felt that it served you right."

"I'll say it one last time and I've no reason to lie after what you've just told me - nothing happened with Fiona, I got there, changed my mind and caught the train back home," I told her spreading my hands with sincerity. 

"I wish you had fucked her," May said with passion. "You should have given her what she wanted then she wouldn't have rung me. I need never have known a thing about your little indiscretion."

Weighed down by the injustice of life, I could not keep the petulance out of my voice as I reminded, "You were telling me about Alvin."

"From then it carried on all the time I was at the shop," she continued. "We did it twice a week when he turned up near closing time to deliver new stock. The little office was always so cluttered that more often than not I sucked him off. I know that I never really liked doing that with you but he had such a beautiful penis. It was even bigger than Rob's and with him being Jewish it looked prettier, well certainly nicer to put in my mouth. For actual screwing he either sat in the chair with me on his lap or I kind of perched on the edge of the desk - we seldom did it on the floor again after that first time. The best times were those five occasions when I went with him to the London fashion sales when his wife couldn't go. That's what caused the trouble because the last time, she saw the hotel bill for two people when she knew she hadn't been. One night after closing, we had just begun making love when she started hammering on the shop door and saying that she knew he had a woman with him. Alvin admitted everything through the door but asked her to wait for him in the car and not to make a scene so that everybody knew. That gave me the chance to slip out without her seeing me."

"So his wife never knew that it was you," I asked.

"Not officially but next day when she told me they were shutting the shop and then handed me less money than I was entitled to, it was obvious that she had a pretty good idea. Alvin couldn't do anything because all the money belonged to her and I reckon he was desperate to hang on to his marriage. I didn't complain about the cash because nothing about this was going to get back to you and that was the important thing." 

"So you still thought enough of me to want to preserve our marriage?"

"I still loved you - I have never stopped loving you. You see right from when we first met I never thought that staying faithful was as important you said it was. That's why with the Fiona thing, it was such a let down to think you were as weak as everybody else despite your all high moral attitude."

I was beginning to get a bit of perspective. Hoping to bring the conversation to a close, I said, "Is that it - you've no more affairs to tell me about?"

"Not what you'd really call affairs," she said.

My heart sank. "Does that mean that you have been with other men? How many - one, ten, a hundred?"




The Letter



"Three - but they were completely different. You'll understand when I explain."

"So when were these three," I asked with a degree of levity in my voice - despite the nature of these disclosures, I could not suppress an ironic amusement at the way her lovers were escalating."

"Between ten and eight years ago when I was working for the social services."

"Wait a minute," I said holding up a hand to stop her. "At that time you had already told me that you'd lost interest in sex because of the menopause - so how come you were taking on new lovers behind my back?"

"It wasn't to do with sex - at least it wasn't for me," she said.

"I'll tell if you if it was sex. Did they put their dicks in you or didn't they?" I shouted.

"Yes they did but it was for their benefit and not mine," May said defiantly. "They were old men for a start and one of them was dying."

That shut me up. I just sat and stared at her incredulously. She waited until I was no longer sitting tensely on the edge of my chair, then asked in an almost conversational tone of voice, "Do you remember me speaking about Mr Morris?" 

When I nodded she said, "He was the first. I'm not exactly sure what was wrong with him but I was told that he would only live for between three months and a year. My job was to visit housebound people, both men and women, and spend two hours with them every week. I was to see if they had any problems and sort out any shopping they needed but my main function was to provide company and generally cheer them up."

May paused to light another cigarette and went on, "Mr Morris - Mannie, was a fascinating man. He had been in a bomber crew during the war and he told me all about being over Berlin, Dresden and other places. From his other stories I gathered that he had been very fond of the ladies at that time. Well one day I arrived to find him very maudlin. He said that he was not afraid of dying but he hated no longer feeling like a man. Naked in hospital he felt dehumanised and wished that just one more time he could have a woman look at him without it making him ashamed at what he had become. I kind of intuitively knew what he was getting at so I said, 'Do you want to show me your penis - I bet it's really something?' I was right but at first he lost his nerve then nervously opened his dressing gown and pulled the top of his pyjama trousers apart. It was easy to see why he had been very popular with women at one time. Just the fact that I was looking made it swell so, trying to help the process along, I reached out and touched it. His cock quickly got really stiff and he happily told me that it was his first real erection for six years since his wife died. I continued to stroke it and that developed until I was masturbating him."

"Tossing him off," I broke in crudely, irritated that she was making it sound so clinical.

"Yes - I tossed him off," May agreed, " - and I did it again the next time I called. The time after that I asked if he would like me to get in bed with him. I knew that he could, it was obvious that was what he really wanted and I reckoned it would be easier for me than getting an aching arm. That first time did not turn out well because it was all over the moment he started touching me but after that he got much better. It happened ninety-eight times altogether including the two times I didn't get in bed with him. I know exactly because we were counting - Mannie was desperate to get to a hundred but he couldn't make in the end and even the last four times I had to do everything. The point was that he lived a year longer than the best estimate and I think that was down to me - I gave him something to live for."

"Tell me about the other two," I said.

"Actually there were three others," May remembered. "There was one called Sid that was assigned to me after Mannie died but I only visited him twice before he had a massive heart attack and he was actually the youngest of the four. It was not my fault because he died the day before I was due to make my third call. The main two were Mr Marks and Mr Stern. Mr Marks was an old friend of Mannie and they talked about me on the telephone. So when Mr Marks told me that he knew what I did with Mannie, I agreed to be nice to him as well and then it turned out that he in turn knew Mr stern who was also one of my regular calls."

"Those last two sound Jewish?" I queried.

"Mannie was as well, I don't know about Sid - you see my area was all sheltered accommodation for a Jewish organisation," my wife told me. "I'm not like you. I get on with Jews; I think they are friendly and very generous. Mannie was rather rich and he said he was going to leave all his money to me in his will and cut out the grasping relatives. I told him that he mustn't do that because the council wouldn't like it but he said he didn't care because he would not be around and they couldn't stop me getting the money. So I said, 'But what about my husband - he's bound to wonder what I did to make you so generous to me'. Mannie liked that. He gave me a naughty wink and said, 'We certainly can't go making your husband suspicious especially as I will no longer be benefiting." I told you that I didn't have an affair with any of them but I think that Mannie thought he was having an affair with me even though he knew about the other two." 

"You told him that he wasn't the only geriatric that you were screwing," I said bitterly.

May ignored my sarcasm. "One day he asked me if he was the only gentleman on my round who I was making happy so I told him about Mr Marks and Mr Stern saying that it was largely his fault I had become involved with them. It didn't bother him at all because he said, 'Joe and Max, I'm glad. You know, you remind me of a girl I knew during the war called Trixie. She shared herself around too. Some nights she bunked in with me and my two pals and I expect other nights she went with others. I know for a fact that she did because on nights of the big raids, for what she called her war effort, Trixie would sneak on camp and hide behind the briefing hut. Then, no matter how tired she got, she kept spreading her legs for anybody who wanted until the last aircraft had to be airborne. I know of more than a score of good men who had their last shag on this good earth with the lovely Trixie. She did more for morale than anyone I know but they don't hand out medals for that sort of thing.' "I felt rather proud to be compared to her," May said. 

Despite myself I could almost understand why May had gone with these old men but rather than let her know this I accused, "You seem to have got quite fond of Mr Mannie Morris."

"I did," May admitted. "The other two were different. I felt nothing having sex with them but it made them happy and it was easier for me than making awkward conversation for two hours.

I should perhaps feel a bit guilty about Mannie. I think that in his time he must have been quite a character, I mean, it must have taken extra nerve for someone of his religion to volunteer for aircrew, knowing it wouldn't be just a prisoner of war camp for him if he got shot down. I got to enjoy being in bed with him. There was none of the frantic passion and big orgasms that I had with Rob and Alvin - and you too for a long time, but there was great satisfaction in helping an unsung war hero to finish his life with pleasure and dignity. I had a quiet little cry he died."

"Didn't you feel at all guilty having sex with all these men?"

May gave this some thought before answering, "The old men no because I considered that just an unofficial extension to my job. I also don't feel guilty about Rob because I think I expiated my guilt by ending it with him. There was something about Rob that made him almost irresistible and I can understand why Jane stayed with him despite knowing about all his other women."

My wife paused before adding, "I didn't feel guilty about Alvin at the time but after admitting the truth about Fiona to myself, I'm feeling a bit guilty now."

"So what happens now?" I asked.

May looked almost surprised by the question. "That's up to you," she said. "As far as I am concerned I don't see why we can't just continue the contented life that we are enjoying now. At our time of life sexual things no longer have any importance and none of the things I have just told you took anything away from you."

"That's not exactly true," I protested. "Admittedly with my brother and your boss at the dress shop, from the way you were with me in bed I would never have guessed that you were also sleeping with someone else. But from what you told me about being with Mannie, you were giving him a good time but telling me that your sexual feelings were dead."

"My sexual feelings are dead. I've had a good sex life and I honestly believe that you have too but it's over now and we can't grumble. Simply due to the process of nature, my sexual responses have died now that my potential child bearing days are over and I can't do anything about it even if I wanted to. I gave Mannie no more than I still give you but the difference is that where he was very happy with that, you continue to hope that I will magically switch back to being just as passionate as I once was." 

Despite believing that I had every right to feel aggrieved I did begin to see my wife's point of view. We actually spent a very contented evening after that, with no further reference to her disclosures and I went to bed with an amazing degree of peace in my mind. However, since then, the unsettling things that May has done over the years continue to gnaw at me and I switch between resolve to continue our lives together and desire to just walk away from my faithless wife and her decades of betrayal. I need your advice.

At this point Thomas folded his hands on his lap and looked at me imploringly.

I took a moment to consider and then said, "I'm not in the business of giving advice, - for one thing I've had had no training in that area. My function is to gather data and listen to life experiences in support of that. However, from listening to a great many people I have noted trends and identified factors common between different marriages - and on that basis alone I am prepared to give you an opinion." 

He nodded and muttered "Fair enough." It was obvious that he had hoped for a more definitive answer but was willing to settle for anything he could get.

"I get the impression that because you have managed to remain faithful throughout your marriage when your wife patently has not, you think that this places you in the position good guy with your wife filling the role of bad," I said for openers. "On the face of it, the number of men she has engaged in extra marital sex would seem to support this contention but I beg to differ. I will immediately discount the four men that your wife 'serviced' under the auspices of the Social Services because this is classed more nearly as altruistic action rather than infidelity."

"I don't understand, Thomas interrupted, puzzlement showing on his face.

Speaking slowly, I tried to explain, "You must remember that most women can engage in sex with a complete absence of desire and that's something that almost every man would find it impossible to do. There are a number of women who, in the role of 'surrogate wives', fill a similar function by helping inadequate men to overcome sexual difficulties - and most do it with the knowledge and support of their husbands. The reward for these women is to give someone the ability for a lifetime's pleasure rather than gaining sexual satisfaction for themselves. It is not dissimilar in motivation, to unpaid work in a hospice or volunteer work with the underprivileged in this country or another."

I took a deep breath and paused, giving Thomas time to assimilate these words of wisdom before I continued by saying, "Now I come to Rob and Alvin. I can't deny that these were blatant cases of cheating - but I must also include your own, intended but aborted infidelity with Fiona. Also another factor to be considered is your vehement stance on marital fidelity at the start of the marriage compared to your wife's more pragmatic attitude. On the face of it May was likely to being unfaithful while you were not and yet in practice I find you equally culpable."

My last sentence annoyed my client. "I don't see how you can say that," he said sharply. 

This was the crux of my argument and I felt that Thomas had to understand if he was ever to find peace of mind. "Had you been alone with Fiona that time and able to leap on her in the heat of the moment, I very much doubt if your vaunted principles would have held you back. On the other hand, with either Rob or Alvin, had May made a long train journey to the assignation only to find herself in a dingy motel room, with used condoms already in the waste paper basket, would she have opened her legs with the same abandon or might it perhaps have given her cause for second thoughts?"

Thomas shifted uncomfortably in his chair showing that I had successfully challenged his long established view. Before he could rise to leave I gave him the concluding argument. "All of the husbands of unfaithful wives that I see have only an average or below penis size," I said. "It's now generally accepted that women are genetically programmed to be promiscuous so it is logical that wives of under endowed men have even greater incentive. But your wife never sought out her lovers and I take it as testimony of her love for you that, having once discovered what more was on offer in the world, she allowed so many years to intervene before again being tempted by the offer of extra pleasure. I think that you have enjoyed a long and almost exemplary marriage so you will be a bloody fool if you walk away from it." 

My client stood stiffly and extended his hand. "Thank you," he said, "You've given me a great deal to think about."

For some reason this case had penetrated my professional shell. As he left, a sadder but hopefully wiser man, I fervently hoped Thomas would be able to reclaim his contented life.



The Letter



Ned looked down at the letter because it was less terrifying than looking up at the grey barrel of the gun. Presuming the man wanted him to read, he started:

Dear Brian,

"But my name's not Brian," he said, wincing.

"My name's Brian you twit."

"Oh, I understand," Ned said continuing:

I am writing to tell you about your wife. You must have figured out that she has been cheating on you, not just with me. After I heard she'd been with 2C I figured since I was in 2D I really didn't have a choice.

At first she'd just come over and give me a blow job while I fingered her pussy, but after a while she let me put it in her as long as I wore a condom. Hey I didn't like the condom but, to be honest, I haven't had much sex in a while so the condom kept me from coming too quickly.

Yeah after a while I was even able to hold off long enough for her to come. I remember, it was like the fifth time I fucked her, we must have tried every position there was, at least every one I knew of. First with her on her back, then she turned on her side, after which she got up on top of me facing me, then turning away from me. Of course I think she liked doggy style the best, she really would move, backing onto me, my balls slapping her ass. She even reached up and played with my balls until she came.

After a month or so we quit using the condom. The first time we did it without a condom I must have come on the third push, but after that I got myself under control and soon she would come most of the times we did it.

Oddly it was some time before she let me go down on her, but damn when I finally did it was ecstatic with her coming maybe three times. She then pulled me on top of her and came a fourth time before I filled her pussy with my cum. Often times, once I came, she would quickly dress and head home saying something about sloppy seconds.

Of all the positions we kept coming back to doggy style. I have to admit, while I do like the old fashioned missionary, it was nice to simply grab her hips and shove my cock deep in her pussy. I especially loved how she would reach up between her legs and caress my balls as we fucked. Sometimes I would even reach up, grab her hair and give it to her like I was a stallion and she was a brood mare. She would even whinny as she came.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know just how much I enjoyed fucking her for all these months. I wish more husbands in this building were generous like you.  I hope you enjoyed fucking your wife's cum filled pussy as much as I enjoyed filling her for you.

Sincerely,

When he finished reading the letter he looked up. Fortunately the barrel of the gun had dropped a little so he could see the man's... Brian's face. 

Wincing again he said, "Okay, I read it all what do you want me to do now."

"Well, sign if of course."

"Sign it?"

"Yes, sign it."

"But it's not true, and besides I'd never write a letter like that."

"Why not?"

"Hell, it simply rambles all over the place, I mean there's no connection between the acts, it's just a mishmash of random fucking."

"So."

"So if I had written the letter it would be considerably more cohesive."

"Cohesive, what are you talking about? Just sign it."

"Look Brian, I don't know you, I haven't even seen your wife much less done any of the things this letter says I did."

"What, my wife not good enough for you?"

"Of course she is good enough for me, I just have never met her, never seen her so I obviously have never fucked her."

"But you would have if you had met her? Is that what you are saying?"

"That's not what I am saying..."

"Just sign," Brian said lifting the gun to his head and cocking it.

He signed the letter then asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Handing him the letter he heard Brian say, "After this I am going to find my wife and..." 



The Letter



I pulled onto the driveway and rummaged for my house keys. 

"I wonder what she's cooked tonight?" I thought as my stomach growled. 

It had been a long day at the office and a none too pleasant one at that. The current spate of redundancies had us all on edge and the latest victims of the cutbacks had been given their marching orders that day. My own job wasn't safe and I dreaded being next. Still, I'd made it through another week and now had the whole weekend to look forward to and my gorgeous wife to spend my time with.

I opened my front door and sniffed the air. I was used to being greeted by the most mouth-watering aromas. Jess was a fabulous cook, amongst her many talents and her delicious homemade food greeted me every evening when I came home. Not that night it seemed. The house smelt of furniture polish and disinfectant but nothing edible.

"Jess? You there?" I called peering into the kitchen.

Nothing. She wasn't home. Jess worked part time and was usually home long before I was. She must have been offered overtime, she never turned it down. There was probably a message on my phone but I couldn't be bothered to look. My stomach protested again and my hunger needed to be satiated. 

I sloped into the kitchen, tossed my jacket and brief case onto a breakfast bar stool and yanked open the fridge. I located a slice of last night's quiche and a bottle of beer. That would do nicely 'till Jess came home. I plonked myself down at the kitchen table and began eating. That's when my eyes fell upon the letter. It was sitting on the counter leaning up against the toaster. At first I thought it was a note to explain why Jess was late, but my heart sank when I examined it.

The envelope was hand written in Jess' untidy scrawl and was addressed to "Robert". That was bad. Jess called me 'Rob' or 'darling', never 'Robert'. She hated the name and only used it when she was pissed off with me. I stuffed some more quiche into my mouth and turned the letter over sliding my fingers beneath the unsealed corner ready to slit it open.

I hesitated, the letter frozen in my hands. Why was she annoyed with me? What had I done? I loved my wife and during five years of marriage we'd never fallen out. I hoped this wasn't the first time. Only one way to find out...I took a deep breath and ripped the envelope open. Inside I found a single sheet of paper, neatly folded. I pulled it out and as I did so something clattered to the floor. I dropped to my knees and fished around under my chair finally locating a small object. I recognised the shape immediately. It was a memory stick. I opened out the letter and scanned over it. It was written in Jess' distinctive handwriting only her scrawl was scruffier than usual. It looked like it had been written in haste. I bit my lip and began reading.

"Dear Robert,

I love you. I always have and always will, but sometimes my dear you really fucking piss me off..."

What? What did that say? I read it again just to be sure I wasn't seeing things. No, my beautiful sweet wife really had written that I pissed her off! My heart began to pound. Oh my goodness, was I holding a 'goodbye' letter in my hands? Had she left me? A wave of nausea tightened my stomach and I discarded the remains of the quiche. I looked back at the letter.

"...and make me angry. Ok so you're tired after work and you're stressed, I get it. But we used to find time for each other. We used to talk and sex was a two way thing. Not anymore."

Eh? Sex with Jess was great! We'd had sex the previous night and it had been fabulous. It always was. I felt my penis twitch as I recalled how Jess had sucked my cock, sinking my long shaft deep into her throat. I loved it when she did that and when she tightened her succulent lips around my throbbing head and sucked hard, increasing the pressure with her tongue...ooh, the feeling was so fucking good. 

"Sex used to be a two way thing?" What the hell was she on about? She'd groaned as much as I had when I'd shot my load into her throat. She'd loved swallowing it and she'd licked me clean afterwards, savouring every drop. She'd got off on blowing me as much as I had and anyway, I loved her blow jobs; I always slept like a baby afterwards...oh fuck! I'd fallen asleep straight afterwards last night. Was that the problem? I read on...

"I made an effort for you, Robert, I always do. I cooked for you, went to the store to buy beer for you, I even dropped off your dry cleaning and ironed your shirts so you'd have a stress free evening. You want for nothing yet you choose to spend half the night in the pub with your friends and came home half cut and tired. Perhaps if you'd come straight home last night you wouldn't have fallen asleep as soon as you'd ejaculated. I know you needed a release, Robert...but so do I."

Oh shit! It was the falling asleep thing. I'd tried to stay awake but I was just too exhausted. As for going to the pub, yes I did, virtually every night but I did it so that I could vent my frustrations and worries with my friends before coming home. I didn't want to unload on Jess. Not in that way anyway. I thought she understood that?

"I work too, Rob, and I find my job stressful. I need a way to unwind too and I don't get it, not from you anyway. So I've made you a little video, Robert, to show you what I did last night after you went to sleep. It's something I do regularly these days. Always alone, I hasten to point out, although I'm burning for a partner and if you can't stay awake then, I don't know, maybe I'll look elsewhere."

I felt a lump in my throat as I re-read that last part. Did my wife just threaten to leave me? All because I fell asleep? Shit! It hadn't been that long since I'd fucked her and brought her to orgasm, had it? No wait, it had. Oh crap! No wonder she felt neglected.

"I hope it doesn't come to that but we don't talk, Rob, we barely see each other and I'm starting to wonder if I really know you. You certainly don't know me. Watch the video, it may shock you. It's what I like; it's what I get off on. I did it before I met you but I've never been sure how to tell you about it. I do it now because you don't seem to want me. I'm sorry if you find it revolting but I want someone to share this with and I'm hoping it can be you. I want some excitement back in my life. It's not enough to simply please you anymore."

I picked up the memory stick and twirled it in my hand. Did I want to watch her video? Did I want to know what my wife; my gorgeous, sexy, perfect wife did to 'get off' when I was asleep? What was it that I could possibly be revolted by? Was she into some weird fetish that she'd never confessed to? Surely not, she'd have told me. She knew I was open-minded and adventurous. Hell, I hadn't batted an eyelid the first time she'd tied me to the bed and ass fucked me with a beer bottle! I liked it! What could be wilder than that?

My phone buzzed. A text from Jess, a long one.

"Rob, I'm stuck at work. Home ASAP. I assume you're at the pub?"

No, I hadn't gone that night. I'd wanted to spend the whole evening with her. 

"Rob, I've done something stupid. If you get home before me please don't open the letter I've left in the kitchen. I was angry when I wrote it and I don't want you to see it. I'd rather talk to you. Please throw it away. Jess x"

Well that was something. At least she wasn't still mad at me. Yes we'd discuss this. I hated her thinking I was treating her like a doormat, it was never my intention. I hadn't wanted to burden her with my work worries but it appeared that I'd shut her out too much. It was time to be honest. 

So what was it Jess was confessing to? What was she not sure I'd like? I ran memory stick through my fingers and glanced back at the letter. I should throw it away like she'd asked and as for the video...no, it was too tempting. Curiosity got the better of me and I simply had to watch it. I opened my laptop and fired it up. Jess' memory stick slid in. 

There was only one file on the stick, entitled "what you missed last night!" That must be the one then! I braced myself.

The file was a video filmed on Jess' phone I think. The first shot was of me, sprawled naked on our bed in a most unflattering pose. My flaccid cock was in full view and Jess zoomed in on it, unceremoniously flicking it whilst I slept. 

Jess and the camera moved out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where some commotion followed as Jess positioned the phone on our heated towel rail and carefully lined up a perfect shot of our bathtub.

"What the hell's she doing...?" I muttered to myself.

All was soon revealed. Jess appeared in shot, butt naked and beautiful. My wife had a fantastic body -- long firm legs, pert behind, toned stomach and the most succulent rounded breasts. Jess' breasts weren't large, but they were a good handful and when she was aroused her dark nipples stood erect, begging to be sucked. 

Jess stepped into the bathtub and I my cock tingled as she lifted her leg and flashed her cunt at the camera. My eyes focussed in on her neatly trimmed pussy, so beautiful, so fuckable. My cock swelled and my right hand gravitated towards it, automatically stroking it without engaging my conscious mind. 

"Watch and learn, Robert," Jess said to the camera.

I gazed at the screen, mouth hanging open as Jess opened her legs a little, licked her fingers and plunged them deep inside her inviting hole, probing in and out until droplets of creamy white moisture oozed out around her moving fingers and soft squelching noises interspersed her moans on the soundtrack. 

The sight of my wife frigging herself got my own juices flowing and my already swollen cock became rock hard. I undid my trousers and pushed them down around my ankles, allowing my healthy seven inch member to spring free and stand to attention as I ogled my aroused wife pleasuring herself on camera.

Jess really got going. She threw back her flowing chestnut hair and closed her green eyes as her fingers moved faster. My cock pained me as I watched my wife's prominent nipples harden and beads of sweat form on her forehead. She groaned louder. Fuck she was hot!

Then it happened...she let out a sharp cry and her knees trembled as a stream of golden liquid shot from between her thighs. It poured over her still moving fingers and squirted into the bath with an audible hissing sound. She'd peed herself, pissed out a torrent of urine in our bathtub and she climaxed at the same time by the looks of it. I had never seen a woman orgasm and pee simultaneously like that and the sight both fascinated and aroused me. I sat back, shocked. My wife had done that in our bathroom and I'd slept through it?! 

Jess continued to finger herself, writhing in ecstasy as she brought herself to orgasm a second time, her body quaking with the force of it. Her spasms gradually subsided and a sweating Jess blew a kiss at the camera, looking very satisfied.

"This is what you missed Robert, but I'm willing to give you an action replay! Maybe a little less time at the pub with your friends and a bit more time with me, huh? I want you to piss on me Rob, soak me with your hot pee. I want it to cover me, I want to taste it. I'll suck your cock whilst you piss in my mouth if you like," she smiled winking at the camera.

Oh fuck! My wife was into pee play?

"Yes, fucking yes!" I cried out loud as the image of Jess' luscious mouth clamped firmly around my cock as I peed down her throat, raced through my mind. Fuck that got me going! My balls tightened and my cock pained me it was so swollen. I was going to come. I wanked vigorously as I replayed the video, pumping myself hard as my beautiful Jess fingered herself to orgasm and pissed herself all over again.

I grunted loudly and came, jettisoning my load into my furiously moving right hand and spraying the laptop in front of me. I kept stroking my penis until my climax subsided then I sat back, breathing hard from my exertions. My hand, trousers and laptop were a gooey mess and I was wet from sweat. I didn't care; I had the sexiest wife on the planet and she was into stuff I'd never imagined she'd think about let alone do. I loved it. I was going to get that action replay if I could...and some!

Beep! A text on my phone.

"Finally got out of work. Home in about an hour. Will you be there or are you at the pub?"

"I'll be there," I texted back, then quickly added "Just leaving the pub now."

No point worrying her. She hadn't wanted me to watch the video so perhaps it would be better if I pretended I hadn't? Surely I could get my action replay without letting her know I'd viewed it? A plan formulated in my mind but I'd have to be quick if I was to make it happen. 

I hastily shut down my laptop, wiped down the splattered screen and whipped out Jess' memory stick. I re-folded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope remembering to drop the stick back too. The envelope was the easy open self-seal type and still looked intact so I resealed it and carefully positioned it exactly where I'd found it.

Now for the rest of my plan. I showered and changed then dived onto my car to hit the shops. Jess felt neglected and that was no good. She was my wife and I loved her dearly. The letter had been a wakeup call, in more than one way, and I intended to act upon it. Jess wouldn't feel unloved that evening...anything but.

Jess arrived home even later than she'd anticipated giving me ample time to put my plans into action. I was all set for 'operation action replay' when she finally emerged through the door. Poor Jess, she looked exhausted and distinctly worried. I saw her eyes flash towards the kitchen counter and the letter before I'd even had chance to greet her.

"Jess, darling, you're home."

Jess' beautiful face visibly relaxed at my greeting and her wonderful even white smile blossomed.

"Sorry, I got stuck in a meeting at work. I've been trying to get away for hours. Did you get my texts?" she asked nervously.

"Yes and I did as instructed. Your letter is over there. What's all the mystery?"

"Oh Rob, it was a moment of stupidity, a rant. I thought I'd be able to get it back before you came home but..."

"Never mind, no harm done. I love you Jess. You know that, don't you?"

Jess nodded and meandered over to me, her hips swaying in her tight skirt and black patent leather high heels. She reached her slender arms around my neck and planted a firm kiss on my lips. I shuddered as her full lips parted and her tongue probed inside my mouth. So, she was horny and up for some fun was she? Excellent.

"I have a surprise for you, my love," I breathed as Jess continued to kiss me and her hands wandered down to my crotch.

"So I see," she uttered as she stroked my cock, encouraging my rapidly growing erection.

"Not that. Not yet anyway! Follow me."

I reluctantly removed her hand and led her towards the garden where I had set-out my surprise. Jess looked bemused but followed meekly. She gasped when she saw what I'd done.

At the side of our house we had a patio, bordered on three sides by trellises' loaded with fragrant jasmine and honeysuckle which smelt heavenly on warm summer evenings. The patio was totally secluded from the eyes of our neighbours. You'd have to literally peer over our garden gate to catch a glimpse of what was going on in there. I'd recently purchased a set of wicker garden chairs and a substantial table upon which I'd set out our best crockery, two champagne flutes and our dining room candle sticks. I'd also bought Chinese take-away and a bottle of expensive vintage champagne which was chilling in a silver ice bucket in the centre of the table. 

Jess' eyes widened. "Oh Rob...why?" she asked, gazing around her.

"Because I was home first and I don't show you how much I care often enough. Do you like it?"

"Yes it's fantastic...and I'm starving!" she announced. 

I smiled. I pulled back a chair for Jess then dished out the takeaway, watching with satisfaction as she wolfed it down, spilling juices down her chin in her haste to eat. I popped open the champagne and carefully poured it out into the flutes, handing one to Jess.

"To us," I said, leaning over to touch her glass with mine, "and to treating you the way you deserve."

"Oh Rob, you do," she said, putting her glass down and coming over to me. 

She sat astride me, gently taking my face between her perfectly manicured fingers. Her lips found mine and I tasted the sweat champagne in her mouth as she kissed me deeply. She wriggled her bottom, hoisting her tight skirt up over her hips so that only her thin panties and my trousers formed a barrier between her moist pussy and my increasingly hard cock. 

She began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her groin against my cock. My heart rate double as the blood pumped furiously around my veins. I wanted her. I wanted her now...in one swift movement pushed her off me and spun her around bending her over the table in front of me. She groaned lustily as I stroked her back feeling the silky satin material of her blouse beneath my fingertips. My cock throbbed mercilessly and the urge to fuck her over powered me. 

I grasped her panties and pulled them down. Jess stepped neatly out of them, spread her legs and ran her hand over her crotch, fingering herself and moaning.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I fumbled with my trousers and sent them to the floor releasing the enormous erection they been keeping confined. My substantial cock sprang forwards slapping against Jess' wet slit. I guided it into position, closing my eyes as the head of my cock pushed against the slippery warmth of Jess' cunt. I pushed harder and penetrated her, letting out a grunt as I experienced the excruciatingly pleasurable wet squeeze of Jess' tight hole. I kept pushing, sinking the entire length of my fat cock into my wife's delectable moist tunnel. 

Jess groaned and pushed back against me. Her juices flowed and her cunt muscles contracted around me as I moved my cock back and forth, stroking her, feeling her snug wetness encasing me. I moved faster, thrusting deep, banging my balls against her smooth rounded buttocks. Her cunt began to squelch most gratifyingly. 

"That's it, fuck me, fuck me," Jess cried.

I kept thrusting, the pressure building in my balls but I'd already shot my load that evening and another climax would take time to build up. I wouldn't come yet, not for a while in fact and as this was a night for firsts, I wondered...

I withdrew from Jess's slippery cunt and dropped to my knees, grasping her ass cheeks with both hands and thrusting my tongue deep inside her delicious hole. I licked her out, sucking in her sweet juices and teasing her swollen clit. Jess began to writhe and buck.

"Oh fuck I'm going to come!" she screamed.

I kept licking and sucking as Jess shuddered, her orgasm hitting her hard. She cried out as a jet of clear liquid shot from deep within her cunt covering my face and t-shirt with her warm girl cum. I lapped it up, loving the taste. I'd never seen Jess squirt so hard and the sight of it hurried along my own orgasm. I felt the pressure building, I was close. Right, now...

I staggered to my feet and ran my fingers over Jess' tight pink ass hole. I smothered it in saliva and cunt juices before slipping my middle finger smoothly inside.

"Can I? Please?" I begged.

Jess had never allowed me to fuck her ass hole although she'd fucked mine on more than one occasion. I was desperate to try it and I'd repay her. I'd watched her video so I knew exactly what she'd like in return. I pressed my rock solid cock up against her tightly closed hole and waited. I couldn't proceed without her permission.

"Do it!" she breathed. "Do it"

I let out a groan and pushed hard. Jess relaxed her anal sphincter allowing my head to slowly enter her ass. The moment of penetration was bliss -- she was so tight. I pushed again, sliding deeper. Jess grunted and I allowed her time to relax her ass to accommodate me. I pushed again exhaling loudly as my whole length disappeared into her tight, hot ass. It felt so fucking good! Jess' cunt was exquisite, but her ass was so much tighter and the constriction felt wonderful. 




The Letter



I began to thrust, gently at first then harder as Jess began to enjoy my intrusion and pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with hers. I grabbed her hips and went for it, spearing her as hard as I could again and again whilst the pressure in my balls built to critical levels and the need to release became paramount. 

"Oh fuck I'm going to come," I cried out as I grunted and thrust.

"Do it in me, deep in me," she panted.

I let go. My sperm raced along my penis and exploded out shooting my creamy cum deep inside Jess' ass. It felt so strange yet so good. I thrust again, deeper, shooting out more sperm, filling her up. My body shook with the effort and I collapsed over Jess' back, panting hard. I was spent, totally spent. I withdrew slowly, watching my penis emerge from Jess' ass along with my creamy cum. 

"I fucking loved that!" she breathed, turning to face me with a huge smile on her face, "but don't do it again for at least a week! I need to recover!"

I laughed and collapsed onto my chair, exhausted and satisfied. My cock began to deflate, but I wasn't done yet and a flaccid cock was an important part of my plans. You can't piss with an erection!

Jess leaned against the table, breathing hard, her blouse wet with sweat, her hair tousled and her skirt still hitched up around her waist. She made me smile. She was so beautiful and so impulsive. I watched as she downed her champagne, discarding the empty glass onto the table. She didn't re-fill it; instead she grabbed the whole bottle, swigging the expensive bubbly straight from it. 

"Oi!" I objected, "sip it, and some of that's mine!"

I snatched the bottle off her and took a mouthful before handing it back to her with a wink. Jess continued to knock it back. Good, I thought, let her drink it. She'd need to pee and then we'd have some fun! 

I suddenly noticed that my own bladder was starting to pain me. I'd had a few beers whilst I set up Jess' surprise but I hadn't needed to pee because of my constant erections. Now, however, a dull ache in my lower abdomen indicated that my bladder needed emptying. Ok, time to be brave...a night of firsts. Here's hoping Jess' pee fetish really was a two person sport. Here goes...

"I have to piss Jess, back soon," I declared casually.

I waited for her reaction. Would she say anything?

"Ok."

Was that it? I hesitated waiting for more but all Jess did was smooth down her skirt and take another large swig of champagne. My hint was too subtle. Now what? My nerves began to fail me. Should I try to join in with her fetish or pretend I knew nothing about it? Did I actually want to join in? The idea repulsed me as much as it excited me. 

"Fuck it, here goes..." I muttered out loud.

I stood in front of a startled Jess, took my cock in my hands and aimed it straight at her breasts.

Jess put the champagne down sharply and her chest began to heave. Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

"You watched it, didn't you? You watched it you fucking bastard!"

I'd been caught out! I stood there, stunned, my cock in my hand ready to explode with piss as Jess glared at me. Shit! What had I done!

Suddenly she was smiling, a big, dirty, lecherous smile.

"Go on then you dirty bastard, piss on me. Piss on my tits. Soak me. I dare you!"

She threw back her head and thrust her breasts towards me.

Oh fuck...I let it go. My piss shot from my penis and hit her tits soaking the thin material of her blouse to reveal the hardened nipples beneath. It was the strangest sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" I yelled as the intimacy of the act I was performing triggered emotions I hadn't expected. 

Pleasure, release, naughtiness, guilt. Mostly guilt. I shouldn't be pissing on my wife! I shouldn't even be pissing on my patio! I was covering my newly acquired furniture with my stinking yellow fluids! I'd never get the smell out! It was wrong, it was depraved...so why did I love it so much and why was I so aroused?

Jess let out a lusty moan and her hands flew to her breasts, fondling them as my stream saturated her. She sank to her knees landing in my pool of sinking urine then she thrust my penis into her mouth, sucking on it as I continued to pee. I stared down at her in disbelief and perhaps a little revulsion before giving in to the guilty pleasure of watching her drink my piss. I had never experienced anything quite so surreal. 

Jess sucked me until my stream ran dry, slurping my urine as if it were champagne. When I'd no more to give her she stood up, her shirt warm and soaked, her legs trembling and her eyes wide. She didn't speak but kissed me, making me taste my own piss. I relished it. The bitterness was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Even the acrid smell on her clothing was strangely erotic. 

Suddenly Jess' knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor as an orgasm ripped through her. She plunged her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself frantically as her spasms rendered her helpless at me feet. I watched, amazed at her spontaneous climax. My cock swelled again and I was once more rock hard and ready for action.

"Do it to me," I urged Jess as she gazed up at me with a gratified look on her face. "Piss on me, you must need to after all that champagne?"

"Oh I do!" she grinned. "Oh fuck, Rob, I love you. Can I try something? Do you mind?"

"You can try anything, Jess. Tonight's the night for experimentation and that letter of yours..."

"Ok, shut up and strip!" she smiled. 

I did as I was told. Jess did the same. My eyes explored her body as she peeled off her piss soaked blouse and unclipped her bra exposing those perfect breasts. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall rendering her naked. Her tanned, toned body bereft of clothing was utterly gorgeous. 

Jess ran her hands over my naked torso. She stroked my pecks, traced the contours of my abs and continuing downwards to rub my hard cock. I shuddered as precum oozed from the tip. Fuck, she was going to get another orgasm out of me! 

Jess pushed me down into a chair and sank to her knees. Her mouth encircled my erection, her tongue gliding along my shaft before her lips tightened around my swollen head. 

"Oh Jess, that's good, keep going, that's so good," I moaned.

Jess gave me a devilish smirk and opened her mouth wide, sinking my length into her throat. How did she do that without gagging? 

"Oh Jess, Yes!" I gasped.

"Not yet," she smiled, "don't you dare come again yet..."

She stood up and straddled me, positioning her slippery pussy over my penis and hovering there, teasing. Her breasts were heaving and her chest was covered in the sexy red flush she got when she was extremely horny. 

She threw back her hair as she impaled herself on my waiting spear.

"Oh yes!" she moaned, you feel so good. 

She rocked her hips back and forth on my penis, rubbing herself and stimulating her clit. My hands reached for her breasts as she writhed back and forth, enjoying my body. 

"Are you ready?" she muttered as my eyes became glazed with the pleasure of yet another climax building within me.

"What for?" I uttered.

I soon found out. Jess lifted her hips until only the head of my penis remained inside her then shrieking loudly she began to pee. Hot aromatic piss streamed from her body running down the shaft of my hard penis, pouring over my thighs and falling to the ground like a golden waterfall. It tinkled on the paving stones forming a lake of pee beneath our feet.

Jess arched her back and screamed whilst her cunt lips contracted firmly around my penis. Another orgasm convulsed through her body as her piss continued to rain out of her, just as it had done in her video. The effect it had on me was the same. My cum spewed out of me, squirting into Jess' cunt as her hot fluids squirted out of her. We came together, both of us experiencing the most powerful orgasms.

"Oh shit, oh fuck...yes!" she screamed.

I couldn't utter a word. All that emerged from my mouth were grunts, loud primitive groans of pure satisfaction as I fucked my gorgeous wife and filled her up with my spunk. There was no-one in the world I would rather be with and nothing I would rather be doing. I was totally immersed in the moment and blissfully gratified.

Jess' pee trickled to a stop and her orgasm subsided. She sank down onto my still rigid cock, panting and sweating. The look on her face was priceless. 

"Am I forgiven for falling asleep?" I asked her, smiling as she nodded her head vigorously.

"Am I forgiven for leaving that stroppy letter?"

"Leave more, anytime. That thing made me come...I squirted all over my laptop! I think I may have wrecked it!" I smiled.

"Really?" she giggled, "and the peeing thing? You don't mind?"

"What do you think?" I said, pulling her close and kissing her. "I think perhaps we should avoid the neighbours for a while though, it could be embarrassing."

"Why? They can't see us."

"No, but their hearing's just fine," I said with a smirk on my face. 

Poor Jess looked mortified! 

"I should also warn you," I added feeling brave, "I have a small fetish of my own which I've never told you about. I don't indulge often and I'm not sure what you'll make of it."

"Oh?" she enquired.

I smiled, should I tell her? She might not approve.

"Tell you what Jess; I'll reveal all in a letter, maybe even a video. That way you can throw it away if you don't like what you see and I'll never mention it again."

"Oh come on," she goaded, "I confessed. Tell me now."

"Uh-uh. No," I insisted putting a finger to her lips. "Wait for the letter."