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Abandoned New Wife

By: WestPac Widow



David and I were married in sort of whirlwind fashion. I was about to start another semester of college and he was stationed on a destroyer in San Diego. We had dated through our senior year in high school, with him leaving soon after graduation for the service. I chose to go to a local community college, secretly thinking that this might happen before he got out of the Navy. I didn't want to start a four-year program only to have it disrupted. As it happened, he called me one week and we were married in a hastily put together wedding two weeks later. 

We packed what we had in a U-Haul and drove on out, settling in to a small apartment that he had already arranged. Things were great. Even though he occasionally would go to sea for a week at a time, he was always back for at least some part of the weekend. We were alone, we were together, and we were happy. I was able to enroll in a community college there and got a small part time job in an attorney's office. Financially, we were tight but comfortable if we watched our spending. The only problem was that we knew that in six months or so he was going to be deployed on what the sailors referred to as a WestPac tour, sending him into the Asian area for six months.

You can imagine my concern and disappointment when he walked in three months after I was there and with a long face informed me that operational requirements over there called for them to leave almost immediately. "You are going to become a WestPac Widow," he joked. That was the name the sailors put on the wives left behind. It was a little bit notorious in that it was thought that the first few days after a formation moved out there were a lot of available women around. In the two weeks that we had left before he deployed, we made the decision that I would stay there and continue in school, much to the concern of my parents. We took care of business and each other until the day he left. I was bawling like a baby as I watched the formation leave the bay, but when I got home I quickly determined that I was a twenty year old woman on her own and had to get my act together.

The everyday living was easy enough. School, work and more school kept me busy. I was having a very difficult time with one of my math courses and spent a lot of time studying and at the school math lab with math tutors. As I struggled with it, I began to struggle with something else. Sex with David was sweet and loving, but not great. I would never have told him, but I had never reached an orgasm with him. I had an older sister that I confided in and she said for me not to worry. It would come in time with him. Basically, he was caring and gentle in his foreplay and sex, but always seemed to get excited and stop short of bringing me off. My release came as a result of my own talented fingers.

This was my struggle. Within a week after David was gone, I found myself wanting him so badly that my hands were constantly on myself. Two or three times a night was common, and I did it at least once in the morning and afternoon regardless of where I was; work, school or home. The immediate satisfaction was rewarding, but I always slipped back into the mode of wanting him. I guess that I was dealing real well with everything else, but what I felt was abandoned was my pussy.

Beyond this, things were looking up. My little job was perfect and I got a new tutor at school that really was great. He was so different from everybody else. For one, he seemed to understand that some people just don't grasp algebra and have to be taught slowly step by step. The other difference was his appearance. Instead of the studious guy with thick glasses, he was huge and extremely good-looking. I knew he was providing this service as part of a graduate program, but it only was by asking around that I found that he played football on a little semi-pro team in the area as well. That's why he was in such good shape.

We had to sign up on a weekly basis for assistance, and suddenly he was always my mentor. This meant that I saw him at least three times a week. Being around him that much meant that we got to know each other personally. Although we both kept it friendly but professional, little personal things started to creep in. It was in that time period that I started to really sense his presence on a sexual level. His nice personal appearance and especially his size didn't escape me. I made sure I showed no signs of interest, but after a lonely night his smell and the sound of his voice was enough to make me moist. He went from slowly creeping into my thoughts as I masturbated to being the dominant one, slowly pushing David aside. I'm sure it was just because of my almost daily contact with him. Still, my level head kept it contained to just that and there would be no problem.

Then one Friday afternoon before a three-day weekend I was in the math lab with him. The lab has a large communal area and many small rooms for private sessions. Since it was a long weekend, it was empty except for us. I sensed an urgency about him and assumed that he wanted to hurry and get out even though that was not his normal attitude. We entered one of the rooms in the very back and started going over my assignment. He never sat down as he normally would, so I stood with him, assuming he wanted to get in and out that day. I misjudged his intentions.

He positioned himself behind me as we stood in front of the table. As I started my usual routine of showing him what was happening, I became more than aware of his breathing on my neck from very close range. Without turning, I could tell that his face was almost into my neck. Immediately, I pulled away even though it was a nice moment. We went on talking as if all was normal. Again, I felt his face against me, this time actually feeling his lips on my neck. I separated us again, but this time I gave a slight shudder and what may have been an involuntary little audible sound. I'm sure he picked up on it.

I was wearing a plain blouse and a relatively demure skirt, dropping down to almost the top of my knees. As the presence of his lips on my neck turned to small kisses, I was concentrating on trying to avoid any embarrassing confrontation with him when I realized that inch-by-inch his hands were slowly lifting the hem of my skirt. I was able to break out of it pretending to have to reach over for a workbook, but as soon as I straightened up he moved back over and started it all over again. His kisses were bolder and his fingers more aggressive. I had to make my move. "Chris, we can't do this," I told him. His response was a muted sigh and more kisses. When I felt the skirt coming above mid thigh, I put my hand on his wrist and told him to stop right then.

He complied, dropping the skirt but moving his hand to my midriff, caressing it slowly and softly. I jerked back in reaction. This was worse than the skirt going up. I was extremely sensitive there and could feel every nerve he touched. As he moved his lips up the side of my neck and started searching for my mouth, his left hand found my breast. Gently pinching my nipple through the thin bra, I sagged a little with the sensation. "Please, Chris. I need to go," I said softly. "I can't do this." 

His answer to my plea was to turn me around and give me a small, gentle kiss on the lips. Despite my denials to him, I felt it all the way down to my toes, hitting everything in between. I should have pulled away immediately and left the room. Instead, I'm sure he took my hesitation as approval and did it again. Instead of a small peck, he caught me by surprise when it was warm and full. Even when he pulled away it wasn't completely, as he kept gentle contact with my mouth and began running his tongue lightly just inside my lips. My body ignored my mind then and responded, meeting his mouth with mine, our tongues touching. How could it be so wrong and so good?

His hands left my stomach and breast and returned to my skirt, again inching it up slowly in the back, as his lips never left mine. This time I didn't stop him, allowing him to come all the way up. I felt his hands on my panties, gently massaging the globes on both sides. I don't know where my senses were centered at that time, on his mouth or at his hands. All I know was that it was a very warm and pleasant sensation for a body that had been without for so long. I gave in to his kisses, a reluctant yet willing participant.

As he began moving from my mouth to my neck and ears, I let out a little whimper and put my hand behind his neck. As to whether or not I was a willing partner was of no doubt to him then, his kisses like fire to me. My body was moving in a slow rhythm with him and I was so engrossed with his mouth that I hardly sensed the downward motion that was removing my panties from me. He left them halfway down my legs, then turned me slowly around. Through all of this he was completely silent, but his breathing and the look on his face gave him away.

His hands left me to quickly unbutton my blouse, pulling it aside to expose my breast barely sheathed in a red low cut sheer bra. It was one of David's favorites because my nipples peeked out of the top. He made an "U-m-m-" sound gently buried his face in my breast, his lips finding the nipples protruding over the top. Using just his mouth, he nudged the top down so that he had full access to my nipples, which he took in his mouth, one than the other. 

My eyes were closed, my head back, as I took in all this attention. It felt wonderful! This was not the first time my breast was in somebody's mouth, but it was so different. Warm and wet, soft yet strong and determined. I let myself slide into the moment, leaning back onto the table and opening and closing my legs slightly as he would suck gently then lightly clip each nipple with his teeth. It just seemed natural when I felt his hand come up the inside of my leg, searching for the junction. He found it, wet and moving back and forth. 

He began an immediate tease, his fingers light over my lips, never ceasing to explore me. His lip on my breast had turned from nibbles to demanding, his mouth forcing my bra down so that he could suck on them hard, trying to take all of it in his mouth as if he was starved, nipping my nipples with his teeth, sometimes a little painfully. My mouth, having no place to go, just stayed open and emitted little whimpers and groans, giving him all the support that he needed. If I were to feel bad about this it would have to be later. Right now I was in heaven.

His fingers found my clit and started a steady, slow circular motion. My hips rotated with it, making little circles in response to his touch as my legs started a small up and down motion as if they were not able to sustain my weight. In short, my whole body was in a constant motion in reaction to his mouth and hand. In the past, it was always right about now that all my sensations were doused. David always stopped to go inside me, normally for a quick release, leaving me in a blissful agony that I had to subdue as soon as I could behind his back. 

Instead, Chris's fingers left my clit only to find their way inside of me, two huge fingers piercing me with their size and strength, causing me to moan loudly and buck against them rapidly. He slowed down, much to my disappointment, but then rocked my head back when he curled them up in a forward motion and slowly caressed the front of my walls. I had to make a real effort not to scream with the surprise and pleasure. I had never came close to feeling anything like it before. He kept it up forever, never speeding up, never slowing down, but changing pressure regularly to bring me to a peak and back down again. 

Finally, his mouth was on mine again and he returned to my clit, this time with a furious, hard motion. I jerked up and down, my legs flailing around as I leaned against the table. The orgasm came as never before, ripping through me as if it were leaving nothing for another day. The only thing keeping me from screaming was the constant pressure of his mouth on mine, and even then he was getting a mouthful. My arms were so tight around his neck they hurt, as I couldn't stop pounding my hips forward against his hand. Where had this been all my life? 

I could hardly tell when the first one stopped and the second started, but I came again, this time more forceful than the first. He had gone back inside me with his fingers, this time keeping them straight and pounding me unmercifully with them in long, hard strokes as fast as he could. I couldn't stop coming, and he wouldn't stop making me. He laid me back across the table so he could stand over me, my skirt up high now, my legs wide, and all the action clearly in his view. Finally, in total exhaustion, I slid my hands down to take his, slowing the action down to a small trickle of intense pleasure. Thinking he would quit, I was pleasantly surprised when he leaned over to kiss me, taking a breast in one hand and continuing his very slow, very gentle action between my legs. He brought me to the slowest, sweetest, longest orgasm I could ever have imagined.

With that, he gently pulled me up and helped me get dressed. He finally spoke. "Are you all right with this? I didn't mean to take advantage." I nodded more than spoke. "You enjoyed it. I've never seen anybody come so hard." This time, my lack of response brought a small kiss from him. Then, in my stunned silence, we left as quietly as we had entered the room.

I could barely get home before my hand was between my legs again. What in the world had happened? How did it go so far so fast? Why did I enjoy it so?

But mostly, how was I to know it wasn't over?

Abandoned New Wife Ch. 02



After that encounter with Chris, I tried to shake off the emotions he had aroused within me and made sure I was not put in that situation again. However, no matter when or how fast I requested assistance, he was always the one assigned to me. At least it was always when other people were around us, even though we worked in a private little study room. The other acute problem looming over me was the absence of David over an extended period. I had not realized how difficult it would be without the support of my family and friends, which I had always had before we were married and were separated. The periods of loneliness and gloom could be overbearing at times, putting me in a funk. What really surprised me was the void created by a sexless life. Since we had been married for such a short time, I had assumed it would not be a significant factor. I was wrong. 

Regardless of my misgivings about the encounter I had with Chris, every time I spent any time thinking about what happened with him I became very aroused. When we were at school and I was around him I got that twinge between my legs. I'm sure he was aware of what he did to me. I could tell by the look on his face and the glint in his eyes as if he's saying "I've got your number and I can call it in any time I want to." Twice in those next few weeks, when we were studying together in the private rooms, he casually started touching me. Mostly it has been him massaging my neck, and then slipping his hand down over my breast through the cloth. Even though I always quickly and quietly removed his hand, I didn't know what turned me on the most, him touching me or the confidence in which he did it. 

He certainly was to the point that he felt I was his for the taking and that was something entirely new to me, unthought of even just a few days ago. My way of dealing with it after these touching incidences was to go home and bring myself off, sometimes not even making it home at all but finishing myself in the parking lot or on the freeway. Each time I saw him later he seemed to know I had done it. Things like "How did your day go Tuesday. Were you able to concentrate on your work?" or "You look different than you did a few days ago. Are you more relaxed now?" When I was at home and started thinking about him it rarely went by without me cumming, sometimes very slowly for an hour at a time. I did the same thing when I was thinking about David, but I found myself thinking more and more about Chris. Maybe it's because we were in such constant contact.

His touches became bolder. It became common for him to touch my breast under my blouse and to rub me through my jeans, causing me to squirm in my chair and weakly say things like "Please, Chris. We can't be doing this," always pushing his hand away. Finally, I made the mistake of scheduling a late afternoon session on a day that I wasn't in class. Instead, I showed up coming straight from work. I had not thought about it before, but instead of jeans I was wearing my work clothes that consisted of a light blouse and a very short skirt. I rarely wore panty hose and had none on then.

The mistake really came to my attention when I saw him there and his eyes literally lit up when he saw me. Excusing himself for a minute, he made a quick phone call before rushing me into one of the secluded rooms. We went straight to work with no small talk, indicating he was in a hurry. However, as soon as we discussed my problems and he gave me a few to do on my own, his hands started to roam. It was over my breast at first, as it had been in the past. I moved my body around to try to avoid him and brushed his hand away. He turned his chair sideways so he was facing me from my right side and draped his left hand over the back of my seat, putting him very near me. Anybody walking in would have thought it a little inappropriate, but nothing outrageous.

I was not surprised when his right hand arrived at my knee, but still was not prepared and jumped a little. I reached down quickly, grasping his hand and saying, "Don't, Chris." He didn't answer, leaving his hand where it was but rubbing gentle small circles with his fingers. All thoughts of math were gone now. As I concentrated on blocking his hand from advancing up my leg, I hardly noticed the one behind my back slowly sliding under my left arm. Very softly and smoothly, he cupped my breast over my blouse. His fingers took my nipple and slowly teased it, bringing it to an immediate full attention as I felt it swell with the manipulation. I placed my left hand over his, as if that was doing any good.

His hand had managed to persistently creep up, giving my leg a full massage now with his hand rather than the light brushing with his fingers that he had been doing before. Slowly, oh so ever slowly, he moved it up, taking my hand with it. The soft kneading of the inside of my leg, along with the constant taunting of my nipple, was getting to be much more than I could take. I started to move softly with his hands, eyes closing slightly, the fingers on my left hand starting to slowly move over his hand in a small, approving gesture as he continued to please my nipple. My grip on his right hand was no longer a defensive tool, but more a futile attempt of denial.

The brush against my thong was hardly noticeable at first, barely a wiping touch of his fingernails. Sneaked in between the powerful feeling of his full hand on my leg and the ever-growing sensation of my nipple, I almost missed it. But, I didn't. A light sigh came out of my mouth through the quickened breath I took, matching the small unwanted but grateful gyration of my hips. He felt it and immediately increased the speed and pressure he was applying to my nipple. I reacted to his hand on my breast by grasping his wrist, rubbing it slowly as I completely gave in to it. Again, the area of his attention switched, this time using his fingertips to brush fully up and down the length of my labia, one side at a time, teasing them ever so lightly through the cloth.

I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. Expecting him to brush my thong aside and enter me with his fingers, he caught me completely by surprise. Leaning over and placing his lips close to my ear, he simply said "Hi," as if seeing me for the first time today. I said nothing, not knowing what he expected me to say, drawing a blank, as my mind was totally captivated now with his touch. "How do you feel?" He asked, as if he didn't know. 

I didn't know if he really expected an answer. When he sort of leaned around me with a quizzical look on his face, I knew he did. Gathering what strength and composure I had, I decided to be honest. "Good," I said with a very low voice, almost a whimper.

He nodded quietly, then did the expected and slipped a finger under my thong, sliding it deep and the entire length of me. I threw my head back and moaned, the invasion being a delayed welcome. "You're very wet," he said. "Do you always get so wet so fast?"

What was I to say? Here I was, opening and closing my legs in pleasure as he slipped another finger into me, my nipple on fire and begging. "It's been a long time," I whispered. "I miss my husband." There, I had managed to cover it truthfully.

"Oh, do you?" 

"Yes." It was delayed and quiet, but the truth.

"You know, that's a little bit of a surprise." Giving the door a quick check, he surprised me by bringing his mouth down on mine suddenly, deep and full, and leaving it there for a long while as his tongue found mine and his fingers went deeper.

He pulled away. My thoughts gathered and I said "Why?" As if the answer really meant anything.

"Well, even before he left you acted like you were not being satisfied and was going hungry." I wondered how he would know that but didn't push.

"I was completely happy." That was my best response.

"I didn't say you haven't been happy. I said you weren't satisfied." His correct assessment caused my body to give a shudder. Was it so obvious that I could be clearly read? If he could see it, could David?

"Do you fantasize about others when you are with him?" He was whispering very low in my ear, as if this needed to be a deep, dark secret.

I had no intention of feeding his smirk with the truth. But when he took his thumb and forefinger and squeezed my clit suddenly, the pillar of strength I thought I would be turned to sand and I answered truthfully with a very low "Yes. Sometimes."

As if in unison, we both let out with a long "U-m-m-m-m-m," me from the twisting action he was giving my clit and he from the answer I gave which obviously was to his liking.

"Does he ever play games with you."

"Sometimes"

"What kind"

"Just little mind games." I could hardly speak through the fantastic sensation coming up from between my legs now. I was moving non-stop, my hips pressing back and forth on his fingers, my breast pressing against his palm.

"Not like that. Have you ever teased anybody? Have you ever involved another man or woman?"

I thought about it as best as I could. The overall sensation and situation at the time had fast wiped any inhibitions that would make me want to lie. Finally I said, "When we were driving here from Texas I teased a few truck drivers by letting my skirt rise up real high on the seat." I thought that had been pretty daring.

He smiled and laughed lightly. "That's a good start. Did he encourage you or did you do it on your own?"

"Both. I did it a few times when he and I were playing. But when I was driving and he was sleeping I did it a lot." I couldn't believe I was confiding in him this way, but his fingers seemed to make a very humble person out of me.

"Excellent! That means you really enjoyed it. Would you be open to a game that would really turn you on and nobody would put a hand on you?" To my disappointment, his fingers came out of me and went back on top of the flimsy cloth. He had come around in front of me, his face in mine as he waited for the answer.

Struggling with the departure of his fingers, I didn't know what to say. He seemed to recognize my indecision, so he started speeding up his fingers and tantalizing my clit through the cloth until he got the "Okay" from me he was looking for.

"Now?" He asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"Let's do something right now. You have to absolutely promise to follow every one of my instructions, down to the smallest detail. I promise you that you will have an orgasm from it. Are you with me?"

With that, both his hands left me, causing me to be vocal with disappointment. He took both my hands in one of his and, lifting them high over my head, gave me a deep, deep kiss before going to my ear with his mouth. "Well?" He asked again.

I was doomed, not in the least bit of a mood to deny him. "Okay," I said in a very small voice, wondering what was in store.

He quickly collected our books and we walked to the door. "Wait a minute," he said. "Take off your panties and give them to me."

"What!!" I think my mouth may have stayed open.

"Right now. Take them off!"

I reached down and slid them down my legs, passing them to him and watched him put them in his bag. Without taking my hand but plainly expecting me to follow, he walked out of the department and went towards the administration building.

When we got there, we went straight to the snack area provided for the students. It's pretty large and at this time of the evening was full of people, mostly adults, coming in from work to attend night school. He led me back to a very small cove where there were a couple of video machines, obviously looking for an empty table. A young man who by appearances was probably a sailor saw us looking and gave us his, moving across from us to sit with two others his age that he obviously knew. We sat down, facing them.

"I'll go get us something to drink," Chris said. But, as he got up, he leaned over and whispered in my ear "They can see under our table. Open you legs a little and give them a show before I come back." With that he was gone, leaving me with an unbelieving look on my face. Surely he couldn't be serious. If he had, I certainly had a willing audience. As much as they were trying to hide it, my short skirt under that table was the center of their attraction. I didn't budge, keeping my legs closed and my skirt as far down as possible.

When he got back, he walked in front of me and took a quick look. The scowl on his face showed his disappointment. "All I asked was a little favor. Surely you can do just that!" he almost growled at me. 

This was a side of him I had not seen. After a little more hesitation, I opened my legs a couple of inches. I didn't have to tell him I had. The look on those three faces said it for me. "That's better," Chris smiled. "Isn't this fun?"

Fun was not the word I would have used. I was nervous as a cat and was starting to sweat. When he said "games" maybe I wasn't fully aware of the ramifications.

"Which of them would you rather screw?" He asked softly. I almost jumped at the insinuation. My silence didn't please him." Don't act like you don't like them. Which one?" He demanded. 

Caught in a game I wasn't going to win because I didn't know the rules, I finally blurted out "The one in the middle with the blue shirt." Two things happened when I said it. He leaned back with a little satisfied smile and I felt a little voltage between my legs.

"Great!" he told me. "Now, look straight at him and imagine him taking you in any way you want. Don't take your eyes off him at any time, even if he looks straight at you, which he will."

I had no idea how hard that would be. It seemed simple enough, but when I locked in on him and he returned the glare, I started shaking. I sipped my coke to break the tension, as did he, but to no avail. I was about to admit to myself that it was a bit of a turn-on when I heard his voice whisper under his breath "Open you legs wider." When I didn't respond, he said "Do you want me to put my hand down there and do it for you?" I got the message, opening wider and feeling the cool rush under my skirt.

"Do you think he can see your pussy?" He asked. 

"No." I was honest. I might not have been so if I knew the consequences.

There was a noise right then not far away that drew the attention of everybody. Quickly Chris said "raise up and pull you skirt real high." Not wanting to draw his ire again, I quickly lifted and slipped it up so that it was bunched under me. Now having nothing to leave to their imagination, I closed my legs tightly. It didn't go unnoticed by Chris.

As the guys attention turned back to me with disappointment, Chris said, "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to keep your eyes open, look straight into his, and imagine him entering you very, very slowly. As he enters you, you'll have to open you legs for him. It'll take a long time."

I swallowed hard, wondering if this was not where I should call it all off. A game was one thing, but this was way out of line. "Remember, you said you would follow my every instruction," Chris could sense my second-guessing.

I gave in. It was harder to do with my eyes open than shut, and I felt like I had an audience, but my mind started to envision the scene. Without thinking, my eyes dropped from their faces to his crotch. Even from there I could see the bulge. I wasn't the only one in the game and he apparently was enjoying his part.

As I looked and my mind wandered, I let my legs open. Making small movements at first, I could tell as I glanced away and then back that I was really making a scene. Chris would occasionally glance down at me and nod with approval. I hated to admit to him, but it was slowly but surely taking its effect on me. That tingling Chris had left me with when he removed his hand from between my legs earlier was returning. I opened wider, feeling my ass doing a small gyration on the seat that I hoped was not visible. Chris killed off that thought when he said, " Your ass is moving. Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded a mute reply.

By then, I was open enough to allow an interesting view. Their eyes, though intentionally glancing away at times to try to mask their interest, were glued to me. I could see their hardness, all of them. Suddenly, I realized that some of the sensation I felt was not just sexual, but power. I owned them right now. So this was the rush that Chris got from having me under his spell. I realized that in my squirming now I was trying to rub my thighs together in a feeble attempt to come. Chris was right. I could get an orgasm from this.

But just then, much quicker than it had started, it all ended. One of them looked at his watch and jumped up quickly, telling the other two they were late for class. I was almost disappointed when they left, leaving me swinging my legs back and forth in a motion that was gently rubbing my clit. As my eyes closed, Chris stood and said we should leave. When we walked out into the parking lot he simply gave me a little kiss and wished me a good evening as if nothing had happened. We went our different ways, him with a strange smile on his face, me with my wetness dripping down my legs.

We were about fifteen yards away from each other when he called back and said, "You haven't seen nothing yet!"

I could almost feel my wetness increase.



Abandoned New Wife Ch. 03



The days after the public exhibition I made for Chris were very confusing to me. Not only was I upset about the way this whole thing was going, with him seemingly able to exert absolute control over me, but even more than that was the way I was responding to it. If I had gotten any special sensation about being fondled in semi-public with him the first time in the study room, it quadrupled with my actions in the café. I was totally disgusted with myself, but every time I relived the scene I became very wet. My fingers always managed to find themselves on my nipples and clit, even at work. There was a small secluded bathroom on the floor on which I worked and several times I went in there and worked myself to a silent frenzy. One time I even completely disrobed, leaving only my shoes, finding the exposure strangely exciting. Then, on those occasions that I thought that somebody was looking up my dress or down my blouse, I no longer made any attempt to rearrange my clothes, teasing them instead and tingling from their open appreciation.

Through all of this, David was never far from my mind. A couple of times, after receiving one of his warm, sweet letters, I almost gave it up and thought about calling home to get assistance to move back in order to get me out of all this. Then reality would set in and I would promise myself that it was over with Chris and I needed to stay the course. I had gotten myself into this and I would get myself out. I may have been from the country but I couldn’t afford to be a bumpkin.

At least twice a week I was in contact with Chris. Thankfully, it went back to being strictly professional. I was waiting with dread when the shoe would fall and I would have to confront him, but it didn’t happen. But, making things better, I received a letter from David setting up a time and date for a long phone call. We had been able to talk a couple of times for very short periods, always throwing me into a heady spin that lasted for days. This time, however, it was part of a morale program and he could get thirty minutes for free. It would be about ten o’clock at night my time, making it a strange hour for him, but we would take what we could get. He became very secretive about it, whispering on the phone that he hoped I would dress for the occasion as he had special plans for me. It was so unlike him that I became really excited.

As the night approached, I gladly gave way to his wishes, taking a long bubble bath and dressing in only a sheer robe with nothing underneath. I could not imagine what he intended, but I knew it had to be sexy and I was more than willing. A nice phone scene with him would improve my mood. As the time approached and I was thinking about all this, my hand slid up my robe and was slowly rubbing my clitoris, reaching the point where I was moaning to myself with my body sliding up and down the seat cushions. Suddenly, I was snapped out of it when there was a soft knock on the door. I jumped straight up, startled at the intrusion. It had to be a neighborhood kid fooling around. 

When I stuck my head out the door I was floored to see Chris standing there! We stared at each other for a long time, me with a stunned look on my face. I guess I looked awkward just standing there. He finally whispered “Hi. Can I come in”? When I asked how he knew where I lived, he said that he had followed me home once before at night. I was hiding myself behind the door, trying to conceal the fact that I was in a transparent robe. I told him I was waiting for a call from David and it was inappropriate anyway. He apologized and said that it was just too lonely in his apartment and he thought he would take a chance that it was all right for him to come over and maybe I would be open to it.

I said no and was trying to ease him out the door but he had literally forced himself halfway in. I jumped suddenly as the phone rang. I looked around quickly at the ringing phone then back at Chris. After the third ring, a decision had to be made right then. I ran for the phone, grabbing it in a frenzy to make sure I didn’t miss the connection. My reward was an instant “I love you” from my husband.

As you can imagine, we went into an instant verbal volley, spilling all over each other with words of love and about how we missed each other. I had almost forgotten about Chris and assumed he had left because the front door was closed and I didn’t see him. Suddenly, he appeared from out of the bedroom, looking around the place as if he were a family guest. I shook my head at him and showed him the door, opening it and silently asking him to leave. He smiled quietly and shook his head no, opting instead to sit down on the couch. After a number of failed attempts to remove him, I decided that all I could do in the situation was to take the phone into our bedroom and close the door. The phone was portable with a hands free base beside our bed.

But when I went into the room and tried to close the door, Chris was right there, forcing himself in with me. What was I to do? Let David know I had become so intimate with a man that he was in my apartment at night? Most of all, I was being held captive by his silence. I knew that one word from him would give it all away. As I sat on the edge of the bed I noticed that he had opened my bedroom window. We were on the first floor and the window opened into a very narrow space between the building and the fence. It wasn’t an alley by any means, but we knew somebody could easily be back there and kept the window tightly locked and the shades down.

I was brought back to the conversation. “What are you wearing”? David’s voice was very low, almost hoarse. 

“That transparent robe you gave me.”

“Anything else”?

“No.”

“Where are you right now”?

“Sitting on our bed.”

“Put the phone on speaker so your hands are free.” I was startled. It was bad enough, but now Chris could hear all of our conversation.

“You won’t be able to hear me as well. You know it causes a little echo.”

“I can live with it. I want your hands free.’

I did as he asked, placing the phone in the cradle right beside my pillow. “It’s done,” I said.

“Lay back and slide your gown off your breast.” Chris sat there and looked at me as if to say, “Well, he’s asking.” I looked at the phone as if it were David, then Chris, and then slowly slid the gown apart exposing my swollen breast, nipples fully enlarged and stiff. Chris nodded with approval, his face showing that he was totally involved.

“Okay, I’ve done it.” It was almost a whisper.

“Rub your right nipple for me. Make it stiff.”

I caught it between my right thumb and finger and rolled it gently. “I’m doing it now.”

“How does it feel? Is it hard”?

“Yes.” Very quietly.

“ I wish I were there to watch, if nothing else to just rub your feet as you do it.”

Chris moved over and took my right foot in his hands. I tried to pull away but couldn’t, his grip too tight. Very slowly, he took my big toe in his mouth and with a look on his face pointed to the phone. I got the picture.

“I can feel you do it,” I said, reacting to his hands.

“Can you”?

“Yes.” Chris removed his mouth and started to rub my feet with both hands. My nerves were about to shatter. What should have been a loving moment with my new husband had become an awkward debacle, certainly headed toward disaster. I was staring right down my legs at trouble named Chris, his face and mine separated by a body’s length of tortured, sensuous, nerves.

“Open your robe.”

“It’s open.” I slowly removed the tie that held it closed. Chris abandoned my feet long enough to very slowly spread the gown apart a little, leaving me totally exposed to him for the first time. 

Chris looked at me and mouthed the words “just beautiful, ” spreading my legs slightly as he went back to my feet with anticipation on his face. I turned red with embarrassment. I was unbelievably open to his stare. It should be David, not him, with the open look at me.

“Are your legs spread”?

“Slightly.” We were both speaking so softly that I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to hear each other. I knew my voice was shaking and I could easily hear it in his.

“Are you wet”?

“Very.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Wha-a-a-t”? I couldn’t believe this was my David asking this. 

“I’m in a locked private phone both with my cock in my hand. Touch yourself.”

Stunned and excited by his request, I slid my hand down between my legs. I was met with the slush that had built up there over the evening. “Okay, I’m there.”

“Do you remember our trip out here? What you did with the truckers.” I may have turned a little red with the memory. How much had he seen?

“I watched you tease them. It really turned you on. Don’t you wish you had somebody to watch you now?” I looked down to see Chris trying to smother his laughter.

“It would be okay. I wish it were you.”

“You didn’t know I was awake while you were driving after you flashed them. I watched what you did.” Well, it was out of the bag now. He had watched me masturbate to orgasms in the car.

“I want you to do it for me now.”

“Do what”?

“You know. I want to listen to you when you come. Take your time. I bought some extra time so we have plenty this time. I just want to be quiet and listen.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. Looking down at Chris, I slowly started touching myself, lightly over my swollen lips at first, and then slowly inserting my fingers and sliding them up and down my wet slit. With half closed eyes, I sighed deeply and slightly moved one of my legs to accommodate my hand. My left hand went to my nipple, massaging it slowly to match my slowly moving hips. 

When I made a very audible moan, David said, “That’s it!! That’s what I want to hear. Don’t be bashful.” His voice was shaking badly, moving me even further up that sexual scale. Taking all this in, Chris made his move, abandoning the quiet shadow he had been. After a very long, sensuous foot rub, it was no surprise when his hands started slowly moving up my legs, pushing my gown further apart slowly as they advanced. It was not a rush, but rather a continuation of the massage my feet had gotten. As his hands went above my knees, he pushed my legs further apart, leaning over and trailing kisses up my legs right behind where his hands were rubbing. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips slightly from the warm rush I was feeling. His advances felt wonderful, as I was able to relate them to David. 

He teased me forever with his kisses and touch before his fingers found mine. I gave no protest, with my moans audible to the phone. He quietly removed my own hands, replacing them with his. I didn’t want this to stop and made no attempt to evade him.I opened my legs fully as his fingers worked magic on my clit, finally slipping inside. When they did, I bucked my body up to meet them with a loud cry.

When I did, the voice on the other end of the world said, “Are you starting to come? Do you feel good”?

“Yes, oh yes, yes, David.” I wasn’t lying, I thought. Chris continued his assault inside my pussy with his fingers. They felt wonderful in there and I regretted that he slowly removed them after a few minutes. My disappointment disappeared quickly as he took both thumbs and spread me wide open, gazing openly at close range at me. The first kiss I wanted so badly that night was not on the mouth with his tongue searching for mine, but rather on the pussy with him receiving my clitoris in his mouth, slowly running his tongue over it. My noise became louder, my hips rotating as he began a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping it in and out of his mouth, scrapping it with his teeth. I couldn’t hold it any more, pressing hard against his mouth as I came.                                                     

“Are you coming”? David’s voice broke through my orgasm. I tried to answer him as I continued to buck against Chris’s face and tongue, my body lifting off the bed, supported only by my head and feet. Chris slipped his hands under my ass to hold me in that elevated position. All that came out was an “A-a-u-u-u-g-h.” His moan on the other end told me I had given him all the answer he needed. 

At the time, I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so good. Chris went to his knees and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, his hands cupping my ass in complete control. He was welcome to it, as I started bubbling and telling him I loved him, begging him not to stop. After saying it, I hoped David thought it was for him. Chris knew differently. He slowed down for a long time, allowing me to regain myself and speak to David. Then, as if on David’s cue, he sucked hard on me again, boiling me over again. That night was the first time I had an orgasm while getting eaten, and it was so much more intense than I could ever have imagined. The bad circumstance I was in became completely lost on me as the only signal coming to my brain at the time was from my pussy. He just wouldn’t stop and I didn’t ask him.

“Would you like to have a cock in you”? David broke the short silence.

“Yes. I want you deep in me.”

“No, I think I’d rather tease you a little. Would you like that”?

“Y-e-e-s-s,” My answer was long and loud as Chris chose that time to suck real long and hard on an already oversensitive clit.

“Watch me as I get undressed.” When he said it, Chris looked up at me from between my legs. I don’t know what message if any that I sent, but he abandoned me for a second, stood up, and quietly removed his clothes. I caught my breath a little when he exposed a huge, hard cock. It was very slim and long.

“I’m watching you,” I said slowly.

“Take me in your hand and slowly rub my head up and down your pussy.” Was this my David saying all this? From where had all this come? It made me even wetter if that was possible. Chris was listening and watching, obviously caught up in it all. He knelt over me, placing my hand on his hard shaft. He Leaned over me very closely and whispered in my ear "Do it!". I slowly eased that huge head into my crevice, sliding it up and down easily in all that moisture, avoiding any penetration. Both of us moaned, me louder than him.

“Wow!” David’s low voice was shaky and hoarse. “Do I feel that good”?

“You feel wonderful.” 

“How long do you want me to do it”?

“Forever.”

“You don’t want me to enter you”?

“Of course.”

“When.”

“Right now. Deep and hard.” As soon as I said it I knew it was a mistake. Chris guided himself to me quickly and, without any warning, thrust himself all the way down into me, burying his cock until I felt his balls slap against my ass. My eyes flew open and I literally screamed, instinctively throwing my arms around his neck and gripping him tightly with my legs, driving up against him as hard as I could. I had not been prepared for it and it was an excruciatingly beautiful surprise. 

“You’re screaming! What’s going on’? I fished quickly for an answer.

“I can feel you driving deep in me. I’m using my fingers and they’re in as far as they can go.” It was the best I could do, my nerves and thoughts all centered on the deep penetration Chris was giving me.

“Go fast,” he said. Chris started pumping me like a piston, causing me to cry out again in really intense pleasure. I held on with both arms and legs, wrapping him tightly.

“I’m going fast,” I could barely get it out, my voice shaky and broken.

“I want kisses. Slow at first with our tongues, then deep.” Without a word, Chris found my tongue with his mouth, slowly sucking it in and out as if I were fucking his mouth with it. He teased me for a long time until I started making a begging sound. “That’s it! Make her beg!!” the voice on the phone demanded. All this time his steady pounding inside me never slowed, pushing the length of it in and out with sure, even strokes that took up the entire length of the shaft. I was holding tight and bucking against him with a rhythm that was in perfect time with each penetration. 

Then, his mouth clamped down on mine in a long deep kiss as his speed increased to a rapid tempo. I knew he wasn’t going to last and that I would go with him.

“What’s happening”? David wanted to know. 

“I’m ready to come real hard.” It was the truth and the best I could do. 

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything!”

I didn’t. The mutual explosion was devastating for both of us. I screamed loud, both in ecstasy and trying to cover the sounds Chris was emitting. He had removed his mouth from mine and stuffed my right breast in his mouth, chewing and sucking as he came, apparently trying to mute his sounds. It worked to some degree, but surely David could hear something. I couldn’t stop coming, the sucking on my breast just intensifying the moment. David kept saying, “That’s it! That’s it! Don’t stop!” as my noise was matched with the flailing of my arms and legs around Chris. Was it ever to stop?

We kept it up for at least five minutes. Chris was becoming hard again to my amazement. David kept begging for more action and I gave it to him. I certainly didn’t have to fake orgasms for him. Then, the beeping started.

“My time’s up,” David said quietly and sadly. “We’ve got sixty seconds.” Then, Chris did something unexpected. He put his fingers to his lips and quietly mouthed that he would step out of the room. I picked up the phone, quieting the speaker, and we had the shortest but sweetest conversation we had ever had. Just as he got off, he said, “It was a great night. Perfect. I’m sure he feels good.” Then we had to say good-bye.

After I hung up, Chris came back into the room; naked with his cock jutting out like what seemed ten inches. Without a word, he took my hand and positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees, facing the open window. Mounting me from behind, he quickly plowed into me and started a relentless assault on my pussy, never slowing down or missing a beat. Now, we were both free to be vocal and we were, moaning and groaning to each other in the fully lit room. There was nothing romantic about this. It was pure fucking and it was fantastic!! My body was bouncing madly, my breast swaying with each powerful stroke.

I came. And I came. He amazed me when he had a powerful orgasm, squirting me full, sperm running down my legs as it mixed with mine, then slowly building himself back up to full power over a period of time without ever leaving me. It was all so new to me, and all so overpowering. I assured myself again that, even though I loved my husband, this man was a God!

After his non-stop plummeting into me, he got off me and gently pulled me on top, letting me guide him into me gently. I stayed there for over an hour, slowly stroking him with my extremely wet pussy. I went into a series of long, slow soft orgasms that seemed to never end. It was like a meal that I had never had. My hands were on the back of his head the whole time, my mouth stuck to his, and I had no desire to let go. This was what I have been missing all my life? 



Then, as he lie on his back, I pulled off and straddled him, moving my knees up near his chest. Very slowly, I started giving him kisses, on the face, his chest, and ears, everywhere teasing him as he had me. It was the first time I had taken control since we had met and this time he was the one moaning and spewing words. I took his tongue in my mouth and at the same time reached down and very, very slowly slipped his head back into me, moving it up and down the entire slit, letting him feel my wetness. We moaned into each other’s mouth and I plunged down hard, his hands cupping my ass, driving me deep on him. It was more than I could stand and I had an instant, noisy orgasm, taking him with me. I could feel him squirt, making me come harder. I was virtually screaming. 




Abandoned New Wife Ch. 03



I thought I was in control then. Instead, he rolled me over and, with what little hardness he had left, started a slow grind against me. “Have you ever had it like tonight?” I shook my head no, emitting a small acknowledging moan. “Do you want more?” I kept my silence but with a quick hard thrust I gave him an undeniable answer. “Then you have to follow my every instruction. Can you do that?” Again, I lost my voice but instead buried my mouth in his to answer him.

He stayed on top for a little longer, with him still inside me. I was not accustomed to David staying inside me after he came and it felt great. I tried to be as soft and gentle as possible with him in me because I knew he had to be very sensitive. But, he stayed with me, both of us coming again very gingerly. While he was in me, soaking up what little strength I had to spare, he told me what he was going to do to me in the future, making me promise to obey him. I was so high I didn’t fight it, telling him everything he wanted to hear. After that, I knew that even though neither of us wanted anything permanent, it was not going to end any time soon. He knew he had the upper hand, with me willing to do anything to satisfy my hungry body.

Finally, he eased off me, got dressed and kissed me gently as he left. Still totally naked, I turned off all the lights, for some reason looking out the window at him as he left. His car was parked directly in front of my apartment under a huge streetlight. I was surprised when he didn’t get in the car, waiting instead outside of it and talking on his cell phone. In a few minutes another man walked up and started talking to him, sharing the conversation on the phone. They were laughing and high-fiving each other as if they had accomplished something. Then, I gasped out loud. When the other man turned directly into the light, I recognized him as one of the guys I had flashed in the school café. And he had in his hand a video camera!!

I quickly closed the curtains and fell back against the bed. What in the world was happening? Then, as a cool breeze swept across my body, my attention was drawn to the open window. I stared at it a second, then went over to look out. I couldn’t see anything, so I opened the nightstand and took out my little flashlight and looked out again. Still nothing. Just as I shut it off I thought I saw something and turned it back on. Looking out, there was a McDonalds cup sitting on one of the fence post. It had water running down the side of it, sweating condensation. Somebody had just left it there!!

It all was too much and everything washed over me at once. I got in bed, pulling the covers up tight against my chin to protect myself. What was he doing to me? Why was I his willing target? After beating myself with this, I decided to concentrate instead on David and the past few sweet hours. Mentally, I reviewed the entire conversation for the evening, amazed at his new attitude. What he said, how he said it, all very exciting and filling me with anticipation of his return. Again, my fingers started searching between my legs.

Then, my eyes opened wide and I stopped fingering myself. What had David said? I remembered distinctly. He had said, “That’s it! Make her beg.” and at the end he had said, “It was a great night. Perfect. I’m sure he feels good.”

This was pushing way past coincidence. Chris coming into my life like this, totally sure of himself. Remember him making that phone call just before he took me to that “flashing” event. It was like they had tables reserved for the event! Now, one of the guys I flashed shows up to record us. No, this isn’t an accident. But, is David involved? No way. How could it be with him thousands of miles away? Besides, he doesn’t even know these people. I needed an answer.

And I would eventually get it.



Abandoned New Wife Ch. 04



A week had passed. I couldn’t get David’s telephone call out of my mind. I couldn’t get Chris out of my mind. I couldn’t get sex out of my mind, constantly on the fringe of orgasm, almost able to come by simply rubbing myself up and down on the car seat covers while I’m driving. It may sound good, but it keeps your nerves on edge all the time. Masturbation occurred while I was studying or watching television, just before I fell to sleep, during the night when I woke up, first thing in the morning while I was in the shower, at work, and even once in the rest room at school. As was his normal reaction after one of these scenes, Chris had fallen back to a purely professional mood, not bothering me or even being suggestive. Actually, he was very respectful. What I would have once thought of as being a reprieve was now a temptation I was not being offered. I was almost to the point of thinking about being the aggressor.

Relief appeared to come in the person of Sheila. Sheila worked in the office with me and had been there for some time. I didn’t exactly know her age but I’d guess about 25. She was actually the one who got me the job. David said a friend of his had a girlfriend who worked in an office and was looking for a part time person. Based only on the phone number given me, I met with her and she greased the way for me. It wasn’t lost on me. I was really grateful to her and gained a respect for her abilities at work. She was also a knockout! With a great body, long brown hair and a perfect smile, she was my idea of a real Southern California girl. With the sophistication that I wished I had, it came as a surprise to me to learn that she rode motorcycles. 

Even through all this, sometimes people will surprise you. The two of us were working late one evening, just collating some material that had to be in court the next morning. Somehow, but not all that unusual, the conversation turned to sex. After about thirty minutes of the usual stuff including me telling her about my marriage, she went off on a little bit of a path I had never traveled.

“Have you ever been involved in any type of bondage”? She asked, very casually.

I hesitated, almost embarrassed to ask. “What do you mean”?

“Well, have you ever had sex with somebody who had physical control of you. I’m not talking about being raped or anything rough, but just where they can ignore anything you say and you are completely at their whim.”

“No, not really,” 

“Not even having your hands tied by your husband? Just as a harmless game”?

I didn’t want to seem too much a little girl. “Well, there have been a couple of times that David wanted me to but I didn’t want to. The thought of it scared me.”

“I’m not saying it’s for everybody, but you might want to give in to it sometimes. It can be a monster turn-on.”

I hesitated for a few seconds as it went through me. “I guess I just don’t see where there could be that much enjoyment out of it. Besides, if I was being taken against my will, I know David wouldn’t want any part of it.”

“It’s a fine line.” She smiled at me. “You would be surprised what turns a them on. Especially when the woman hits that orgasm it causes. It can be explosive at the least. And, if you haven’t consented to it but as it happens you enjoy it and don’t feel violated in the end, it even makes it more erotic. If you are just attacked and it is a harmful event, that’s another.”

“Well, I guess so.”

Again, she smiled at me and gently punched my shoulder. “Believe me, if it ever happens to you you’ll know the difference. It is a huge rush that can give you massive orgasms. And the funny thing is, it can never be repeated with the same person with the same results.”

“I notice you say “they” or “person.”

She looked at me as if I had just come out of junior high. “Who said it had to be with a member of the opposite sex”? I backed away from that immediately and we dropped the subject. She had just entered a world with which I was totally unfamiliar.

On the following Friday afternoon she asked me my plans for Saturday. Even though we never inquired about each other’s private lives, I think she already knew I never had plans and that the weekends were my nemesis. The loneliness seemed to be stronger at that time than any other. She invited me for a motorcycle ride with a couple of friends, saying that she would be riding one and I would be on the other as the passenger. When I accepted, she warned me that although these weren’t dirt bikes, they weren’t the fancy big bikes I was accustomed to seeing on the highway. Rather, they were intended for more of an off-road use. Although it would require a short ride on the freeway, our ultimate destination would be the hills east of San Diego. She also reminded me to wear jeans as a safety precaution even though it would be hot.

The next morning I dressed appropriately, wearing jeans and a long sleeve though very shear blouse. Just as I heard them arrive I took a last minute look at myself and second-guessed my choice of clothing. The jeans I had on were so tight they pulled up real hard in my cracks, both front and back, clearly outlining my labia. The blouse was thin enough that my always-hard nipples were clearly apparent through both the blouse and the super thin bra I had selected. Just as I thought about doing a rush change, there was the knock.

“Are you ready to roll”? Sheila asked. She was standing there in a pair of old jeans and a sleeveless cut off blouse. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was pointing straight at me. Her hair was totally loose and flowing, I assumed so that the helmet would fit. I told her yes.

“Here is your helmet. Let’s get it adjusted for you.” She was the same now as at the office, always giving a hand. “You are going to ride with Barry. He’s a real safe and experienced rider and you’ll like him.” She adjusted the strap and then I removed it.

When we went out to the parking lot, she walked me over to my ride. He was dressed like Sheila with the abbreviated shirt and jeans and was standing beside a bike much larger than I would have expected. It could snugly seat two and still have a small satchel on the back. Sheila saw me look at the bag and said, “We bring water and a small snack along with a first aid kit. I have one, too,” pointing at hers. Just then Barry removed his helmet and said “Hello.” 

I don’t know if either of them caught the hesitation or the look on my face. I couldn’t believe it. I was staring straight into the smiling face of one of the guys I had flashed at the school! There was no doubt in my mind. First, one of them shows up in my life with a video camera, now one is giving me a ride. The percentages were way too high for this to be incidental. What was happening here?

“Hello,” I almost stammered back. 

“I’m Barry. Great to meet you.” He extended a hand and I accepted it. The shake was warm and friendly. “Have you ever ridden before”?

“No. My mother would never allow it.”

Maybe my voice or my face was giving me away. “You don’t have to go, Sarah. If it’s too much for you we don’t mind.” Sheila offered me the out.

“Absolutely,” Barry threw in. “We’d love to have you and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, but you really need to face it without any reservations. Well, without too many, anyway.” They laughed it off.

“Oh, no. I’ll be okay.” What was I to say at the time, “Sheila, I’ve intentionally shown this man my pussy”? No, I was going to have to eat this appointment.

“Good, let’s get out of here. I still need to pick up my rider.” Sheila put on her helmet.

“First rule is to ride with me as one person,” Barry said. “That means being up close to me and getting the hang of leaning when I do. That’s how we keep our balance.”

With that, he swung a leg over and straddled the bike. He motioned for me to do so. I wasn’t near as graceful as he, struggling to straddle it. He looked around at me and said, “Make sure your helmet is on tight. Put your feet on these two braces and avoid the exhaust. It gets hot.” He pointed out everything.

With that, he put on his helmet and started it with a roar, but not louder than I had expected. He reached back, took both my hands, and placed them securely around his waist. Nodding at me, away we went. It scared me to death, fear easily replacing any other thoughts I had at the time. Sheila came around us and took the lead before we even left the parking lot.

We rode about five miles getting to our next destination. Actually, it was a good thing. It was all street driving with no freeways and we had to make quite a few turns, giving me a chance to get used to leaning with him for balance. He didn’t have to worry about me staying close to him. I was glued against him with fear. When we stopped to pick up the other rider, he put his helmet on long before we stopped. With a partial dark faceguard on, I had no idea what he looked like and was a little surprised when there was no introduction. I gave it little thought as we left again, this time picking up speed. Within a mile we were on the freeway.

At first I was apprehensive about the traffic around us, but he was being very careful. In a few minutes, my anxiety diminished somewhat and I started to get the feel for the ride. Sheila was running just behind and to the right of us. They could see us well, but we had to turn our heads considerably to see them. All I could hear was the sound of wind and the engine. Barry made no attempt to talk to me at all. 

Within a few minutes, the freeway led us away from town and into the foothills. In addition to the nice scenery, I began to become aware of something else. There was a constant vibration coming off the engine, sometimes more intense than others, according to our speed. After a while, the sensation it caused was hard to ignore. There seemed to be a spring under the seat cover that was not right and caused the leather seat to have a very slight protrusion exactly where the crack of my tight jeans came in contact with the seat. With the freeway ride, it was just a tingle at the steady speed we were riding but I was starting to get a steady stimulation. The electric feeling was feeding right through those tight jeans straight to my clit. I don’t know if I was trying to lift up to escape it or down to capture it, but I was getting a definite reaction to it. The result was that I was slowly humping the seat, moving my ass backwards and forwards along that little hump.

It was then more than before that I became aware of his body. Before, it had been my lifeline, protecting me from harm. Now, as I was wrapped close to him with my open legs, my breast and sensitive stomach became aware of how hard I was pressed against him. My arms were tight around his waist, which I noticed was small and very hard, the muscles apparent. With that loose shirt flopping openly in the wind, my hands were touching nothing but skin. I was starting to feel the heat from it. The tingling between my legs started to be more than just from the vibration. I wondered if he felt my taunt nipples through our shirts.

He left the freeway, taking a two lane, winding road instead. We were definitely starting to gain altitude by the sound of the engine. With those changes, he settled on a speed that caused the greatest vibration. Within a minute, it was shooting straight through me. I know I was starting to make little noises and was muttering to myself under my breath. My pussy was on fire and my nipples were just dancing on the back of his shirt, rubbing them into a little frenzy through the thin cloth. I glanced back to see that Sheila was right behind us. I continued to rock back and forth on the seat and didn’t want them to see it. Finally, my clit crying for relief, I started talking real soft to myself. I was teasing him out loud about needing his cock and how wet my pussy was. I knew he couldn’t hear me as softly as I was talking. I did wonder if he was as aware of me as I was of him, though. Surely he had to feel it.

I got my answer. Very slowly, he took one of my hands and then the other and moved them from his stomach up higher on his chest, slipping them under the shirt. Despite the rush of cool air on him, his skin all of a sudden felt real hot to my touch. Why I did it I don’t know, but in time I started gently rubbing with my fingertips, moving around slightly on that tight body. I fought the temptation to find his nipples. No telling what he thought of me already. He began pressing back against me, squirming his ass. I guess my touches were transmitting the message that was coming from between my legs. The vibration continued and so did that tingling assault on my clit. I held him closer, gripping him harder and harder, and knew that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I just couldn’t quite go over. I became a steady stream of softly moaning, then muttering female flesh, quietly begging for some relief within the safe confines of the helmet. I was so glad he couldn’t hear me so I could get it all off my chest. It was a good thing we were on that bike. I would have been an absolute pushover for anybody at the time and didn’t want that to happen.

Abruptly, he slowed down and made a turn onto a small dirt road. I looked back and was surprised and dismayed to see Sheila shoot right past us, never leaving the payment. Shortly, the road turned to a well-worn path, which we could carefully navigate but a car could not. Then it ended in a small canyon with only a tiny path going up the hill ahead.

Barry swung off and assisted me, grabbing the satchel off the back. 

“I think you will really enjoy this,” he said, pointing to the path.

“Where is Sheila”? I asked nervously.

He laughed it off. “We’ll run across them shortly. For all the space out here, the trails have a tendency to cross each other. Besides that, we both have cell phones and know the area well.”

We walked over the hill on a trail that became smaller and then suddenly came upon a small stream running through the otherwise dry hills. There was not an abundance of green there, but with the rippling water there was just enough to make it refreshing and cool. I was very impressed with the find. Walking over to the edge of the stream, he stopped under the shade of two very small bushes, each of them probably not more than a couple of inches in diameter and standing about two feet apart.

He sat the bag down and pulled out a small blue cover of some type, laying it on the ground and then bottled water, one for each of us. “I love this place”, he said, then went on to tell me all about the area. He said he had lived there as a boy before his family had to leave with his Dad’s job. That’s why he had returned to San Diego, just to be able to return to the hills when possible. “The big difference is now I ride the hills with a motorcycle instead of a bicycle,” he laughed. “It makes a big difference. I’ve actually seen places now that I never saw as a kid.”

During the conversation he casually sat down on the cover and motioned me to do the same. Even though I was enjoying the scenery and his conversation, there was a warning inside reminding me that I was in a desolate place with a person I didn’t know, however nice he seemed. A man that had reacted openly to the touch of my fingers on his naked chest a few short minutes before. I mentally began looking for an out.

“Boy, I wonder where they have gone,” I said.

He brushed it off casually. “Sheila likes to be brought to the top. She’s probably climbing a hill somewhere, one way or the other.”

That sounded strange. “What do you mean”?

I had barely noticed that his hand had slid up my arm. He pulled it gently, causing me to be pulled down on my back. “What do you think I might mean, little innocent girl”? His teasing laugh caused me to turn red. Just as I was thinking of how it had flown over my head at first, he leaned over me and tried to find my lips with his. I turned my head, taking his mouth on my cheek. 

“Don’t, Barry.” I kept my face turned from him.

“Why not”? His voice was gentle, not demanding.

“Lots of reasons. First, I’m married. Second, we don’t even know each other.”

His hand had slid down to my leg, touching and then rubbing me through my jeans. “I know all that. I just thought that after that ride there might be something there.” His touch became bolder and moved up my thigh.

Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist and stopped the action. He was right. I knew that I had touched him in a very promising way and now it had evolved into becoming a teasing way. I felt bad about it but it had to stop here.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” I took the blame. “But, there was no intent meant.”

“You weren’t being turned on”? Barry looked closely into my eyes with the question.

I hesitated, and then decided on the truth. “Yes, a little. I think the ride itself sensitized me. But, that doesn’t means I can continue.”

“Oh, I see. All that squirming against me and your touches were just a tease, then”?

“No, no. I don’t mean that. I just got a little out of hand, that’s all.” I was apologizing for what we both knew was a wrong I had done. “I didn’t mean to be a tease.”

My apology was heart felt and sincere. I thought that he accepted it as it was. “Okay,” he said. “It’s best if we both know where we stand.”

If relief, I turned slightly away from him to break the eye contact. I heard and felt him messing with the satchel for a minute or so and moving around above me. Finally, he quietly said, “Look, lets not make this difficult or ruin the day. It’s just something that came out of nowhere, ended up as nothing, and is gone.”

I turned back to him in relief. “Thank you, Barry. I really didn’t mean to start anything.”

“How about this? One nice kiss to seal it and call it quits.” He had a forgiving look on his face.

There was a long hesitation. “Okay, but just one time, Barry,” I said with misgivings.

He gently pulled me over on my back, pulled both my hands up over my head, and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. I guess since it was a one shot deal, he was going for the gold. It was soft yet somehow strong, very deep and then very intrusive with his tongue finding mine. As much as I had hoped, it was still difficult to resist and I had promised him the kiss. I returned it as he offered it: deep, full and intensive.

My mind was on our mouths, not on our hands. I hardly noticed that one of them had left mine, then the other. Suddenly, I felt two little tugs on my wrist and broke away from his kiss. Pulling my arms back down, they both stopped suddenly with a jerk. 

Twisting away from him, I turned over and looked at my situation. There were little black cords, more cloth than rope, tying each of my wrists and going around those small bushes. He had tied me up!!

“BARRY, LET ME GO!!!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe I had gotten into this.

He smiled in a very devilish way and said with a very low, menacing voice, “Oh, I’m not going to hurt you in any way. I’m just going to tease you a little. I’ll apologize to you later for it, like you did me.”

“Please, Barry, let me go. You know I didn’t man anything.”

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. I don’t think you meant to tease me in the café, either. You were just trying to please yourself.”

I could feel my face turn beet red. Oh, boy!! All this was coming back down on me. How was I going to get out of this disaster?

“Have you always been a tease, Sarah”? He asked quietly. “Did you do it to David before you were married?”

I caught my breath a little. “No,” I said quietly. How did HE know my husband’s name? I had never mentioned it.

“How come I have a little problem believing that”? While he was talking, I was constantly moving, trying to turn over to free myself from my bonds. I could see that my wrist was just held by loops around my wrist. My hands were far enough apart that I couldn’t free myself with them, but maybe by sliding upward I could get them to loosen on their own.




Abandoned New Wife Ch. 04



He was on to it, letting me squirm all I wanted, but then very gently pulling me back down on the cover, slightly tightening the cords. Inside, I knew there was no escape. For some reason, it wasn’t fear I felt but rather just helpliness. Sheila was near and I thought that I was in no real danger. Barry just wanted to tease me and would let me go any minute. Nothing was going to happen!

Maybe I was wrong. Barry started kissing me, no place in particular but rather taking what I gave him. If I was on my back, he went to my face and neck as I turned my head when he tried to kiss my lips. If I turned over, he went to the back and sides of my neck, pulling my shirt collar away to expose me. Finally, after a long while of leaving me to my own movements, he had me on my back and very gently straddled my hips, taking away my ability to turn over.

“Let’s see what everybody is so excited about,” he said. Leaning over me a little, he started unfastening the buttons on my blouse, very slow, very teasing as he watched my face. I turned aside, either out of shame or not wanting to give him any satisfaction. He undid the top two buttons and said, “This is starting to get very interesting, don’t you think.”

I just shook my head and said nothing. What was I going to say? And what did he mean by “what everybody was excited about”?

“What treasures are these next buttons hiding”? He whispered to me. I knew they would expose most of my breast, barely covered by that nothing wisp of a bra I had on. I held my breath, my face turned from his, as he undid the next buttons. Then, completely surprising me as more of this teasing plot, he didn’t open my shirt any further, opting instead to keep it closed as he completely unbuttoned the whole thing.

I knew the time had come, though, and it did. Suddenly, he quickly swept both sides of my shirt aside, totally exposing my torso. My reaction was to turn my head directly toward him, looking both at my breast encased in the filmy cloth and at his face, all in a second. My breast was as I expected, full and overflowing. His face was something else altogether, his scornful look having turned very soft, absolutely appreciative of what he saw. “Wow!” He said gently, and that was all. It was amazing that under my present circumstance, that one little word coupled with the look on his face sent a little shiver down me. Not a cold shiver, but one that started and stopped between my legs.

Leaning over me, he began a steady attack of kisses, starting from the very top of the bra where my nipples were slightly exposed up to the top of my head, moving his mouth up my captured arms to kiss my hands and fingers and then back again. My body was squirming with his advances not so much of a mental reaction as physical. How could anybody stay still under these touches? He went back and forth, sometimes making a long never-ending trail and at other times jumping from my breast to my fingertips. It was driving me crazy as I begged him to stop.

He obviously was in no hurry. I was a captive audience to say the least, and he was definite center stage. As he continued his barrage on me, I made less and less effort to turn my head when he tried finding my lips. Never once did he try to force it. There just came a point where I started giving in to him a little, receiving light contact rather than anything deep or probing. His hands never made contact with my breast, but rather stayed on my upper shoulders and arms at all times, letting his mouth do all the action.

Through all my apprehension and under his touch, my mind did an unexpected drift. I gave a quick thought about what would have been my reaction if David had spent this much time teasing me. Even with this stranger, I couldn’t deny the sensitivity I felt. With my husband, surely it would have lead to all those orgasms that I had so desperately wanted and needed but never got. 

I swear he was reading my mind. Leaning over me and holding my face in both his hands, I kept my eyes closed as he began a steady barrage of light kisses all over my face and lips. I had to fight to keep from responding any more than I did. “Does he make you cum”? His question was not demanding. 

“Who”? I felt stupid after I said it.

“Who do you think”? He laughed gently into an ear that he then nibbled on. It made me bring my ass up off the ground in response.

“Yes,” I lied.

“Oh, really! How often”? He looked at me with a dubious look on his face.

“All the time.” I couldn’t believe this. I was lying there with my wrist tied by a complete stranger and was having to lie to him about my private sex life. How my life had changed in such a short time!

“I’m really happy to hear that. It certainly wasn’t what I understood.” Another piece of ambiguous verbal information. He didn’t understand what? 

His hands left mine and went to the clasp between my breast that was the last barrier between him and their total exposure. Staring into my face, he very slowly undid the little clasp and held the two sides together with both hands. Then, he slowly pulled each side apart, one after the other. I was looking at his face rather than at my body and the softness of his expression told me all I needed to know about how he felt about his new discovery.

“Nice, how very nice,” he said very softly. I looked down and saw that rather than the hardened bullets that my nipples had been during the ride, his extended exploration of my body and mind had caused them to become completely swollen, becoming a huge round extension of the entire breast, nothing sticking out at all. David loved them best when they were like this, but it didn’t happen very often and I was taken aback to see them in this state. I was further surprised when his reaction was exactly that of David’s. Rather than trying to hold them between his fingers he instead gently cupped them in his palms, barely making contact with the skin as he made little circles with his hands.

“I absolutely love a woman’s breast when it’s like this.” His voice was low, almost shaking. “They’re just beautiful.”

I had my head off the ground and was watching both him and his manipulation of my breast when I answered without thinking. “Thank you,” I said, and then couldn’t believe it had come out of my mouth. What was I thinking, encouraging him like this.

His smile made it clear it hadn’t blown past him. He leaned over me and gently pressed his lips to mine. I don’t know at what point I had a change in attitude, but I made no attempt to turn my head. The soft brushes I was receiving on my two swollen nubs, the just as soft contact from his lips to mine, was all taking a toll on me.

The kisses started again. On my lips, my neck, my bared, hypersensitive stomach. From quick, light brushes from his lips on my breast and belly to extended, deep penetration on my mouth, they came from all directions. I couldn’t believe what a reaction it caused when he would lightly lick my naval then go all the way up and suck my fingers. I became a writhing mass of anticipation, never knowing where he was going next, my head coming up to meet his mouth, my hips coming off the ground at times both in anticipation and in response. The cloth ropes around my wrist became less of a bond and more of something I could use to grip and pull tightly as a release, sometimes pulling my legs up in the air. Looking back, it never occurred to me at the time that if I was able to grip the cords with my hands and pull tightly on them in response to his touch that I might also have been able to loosen them enough to slip out of their loop.

This must have gone on for thirty minutes. My nipples had long ago relinquished their fullness under his manipulations and had gone back to being two pointed rocks of intense pleasure. He would, at times, make me look at them as they changed and even I was amazed at how long they had become. I don’t think I had ever seen them so pronounced. My inspections were always followed by him taking each one in his teeth and teasingly biting them until I begged him to stop. He would stop the biting and force as much into his mouth as possible, sucking hard with an in and out motion that caused me to moan and pull on my bonds, wanting to put my hands on his head to press him to me.

While I was buried in the pleasure of my breast, I didn’t notice the activity around my jeans. He had undone my belt and the top button of them. My attention was drawn to them when he slid the zipper down and I felt a sudden release around my waist as a result of the tight jeans expanding in freedom. I let out an audible “a-h-h-h” as it happened, not knowing whether it was because of the anticipation or just the delight of the freedom from the tight fit.

“Feels good”? He asked.

“Yes.”

“How are you feeling”?

I turned my head, not wanting to give an answer. He already knew how I felt. It was obvious with my body language and my mutterings.

“I guess I didn’t hear you. Does this feel good”?

“It’s alright.” I felt stupid for saying it, but it was the best defensive posture I could take at the time. I guess I still wasn’t ready to admit to him that I was totally responding to being made love to without my consent and without any participation from me. Inside, I knew that the true response would have been “This is totally new to me, absolutely unthinkable, and incredibly intensive.”

“Oh, well. If it’s just okay, maybe we’ll try something better.” He had a look on his face like a little boy about to set off fireworks. Kissing my forehead, he started a downward travel with his mouth, getting my nose and chin, planting a long, deep kiss on my mouth with his tongue searching my cavity, then slid down to my breast. The biting on the nipples came after extended kisses all over both of them but this time it was hard enough that I yelped in pain, sure he was drawing blood. He reduced the pain away with his deep, hard sucking on each one, than continued his trip south.

Stopping at my belly button again, I just shook my head mentally at how erotic all that attention there could be. I don’t know whether it was because I was tied up and couldn’t physically respond to him or what, but the pleasure I received there was almost as great as when he kissed my neck and nipples.

I broke my thoughts as his mouth came down between where my jeans had opened. Looking down, all I could see was the top of his head. I was wearing a real small pair of bikini panties, nothing more than a see-thru patch of red gauze connected on each side by tiny elastic strings. I knew he had found them when I felt him tug on the top of them with his teeth.

“So, you ARE wearing panties,” he laughed.

“Of course.” I don’t know if he was looking for an answer, but I was still having little pockets of defiance.

“Just wondered. Especially with all the gyrations that were going on during the ride.” Well, I guess if there was any doubt about whether he had detected my actions, there was the answer.

He slid back up my body until he was face to face with me. “Tell me about the ride. Did you enjoy it”?

“It was very nice.”

“I mean, did you REALLY enjoy it”? His look told me that he was asking the question I knew he was asking and didn’t want to answer.

“Yes, it was really nice. I enjoyed the air.”

“You know, most girls enjoy more than the air. Their favorite part seems to be the vibration. Did you notice it”?

“Not really, I guess.” Boy, was that ever a lie.

“Okay. Just wondered. You were squirming around a lot and pressing hard against me. Along with that and the way you were touching my stomach and chest, I just thought you might have gotten a tingle out of it.”

He slid his mouth back down my body to the top of my panties. I don’t know if my sigh was from relief of the conversation or anticipation of what was surely to come. His mouth started alternating between tugging at the elastic top of my panties and running kisses back and forth just above them across my increasingly sensitive stomach. There’s no way he could miss the small gyrations my hips were making in response to his touch, let alone the little mewing coming from my mouth. It was all I could do to keep from blurting out “Of course your bike set my pussy on fire!!”

He straddled my legs down around my knees. Grasping the pants legs on each side, he looked straight into my face and started a slow, taunting series of little tugs. I was almost amused when he realized that my jeans were on so tight that they weren’t going to come off without major effort. Laughing, he said “Oops.”

He backed all the way down from me and began removing my shoes. Removing my socks, he tried pulling my jeans down again, this time with a little force. I knew I should have been kicking and screaming. Very obviously, this procedure was part of the pleasure for him and I thought I might only increase his pleasure if I fought him. But I did.

“Barry, that’s far enough!” I cried out to him. Twisting my body and kicking out at him, he released his grip as I turned over on my stomach. It was short lived. He merely moved up on me and sat on me behind my knees, pinning me in an immobile position. I’m sure he knew I wasn’t going to offer any real resistance.

“Oh, this is nice, too,” he said. Grasping my jeans at the top with both hands, he slowly started peeling them down off my hips, turning them inside out as they came off. Strangely, when my panties started coming off with them, he stopped and took the time to put them back up on me. “Don’t want to take those off before we enjoy them,” his voice was slow and soft.

With my jeans half way down my thighs, he started kissing my ass. Above my panties, through them, on my cheeks exposed beneath them, running his tongue along the line where my cheeks met my legs, he licked and kissed. I had pulled myself up on my elbows and just dropped my head down on my chest, seeing nothing but my heaving chest featuring two super extended nipples. Breathing hard, moaning little sounds of pleasure, my ass was lifting and then lowering in response to his mouth, like I was carrying on a little fuck with an imaginary person below me. Still, through all this, his words haunted me. I couldn’t help but wonder who the “we” were that wanted to enjoy my panties.

“Turn over.” It was more a request than an order. I came down off my elbows and turned over. It was a little awkward with the ties, but the result was me being flat on my back, my hands now very loosely bound above me, and my jeans almost down to my knees. During all the twisting and turning and perhaps with a little assistance from him that I hadn’t noticed, my shirt and bra was wadded up behind me, leaving me totally exposed from the front. As he sat straddling my knees and looking me over, I knew that I was really exposed.

“You’re as beautiful as he said you were.” Damn, there it was again. Who is ‘he’? He laid down beside me, offering me a drink of water. 

“If I asked you an honest question, will you give me an honest answer, even though it isn’t too fair considering your circumstance right now”? His look was soft, almost apologetic.

“I guess so,” I said. I mean, what the heck.

“Are you starting to be cool with what we’re doing? You know that I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you”? 

Truth or lie. Sometimes you have no time to consider the choice. “Yes,” I said quietly, turning my head from him.

Surprisingly, he said nothing else. Instead, he spent a few minutes kissing my breast, finding my mouth on occasion. Then, his mouth still exciting my nipples, his hand slid down over my stomach, teasing my naval for a second, then slowly, smoothly entered my panties. My God, we’d been at this for an hour. What ever would have made me so unprepared that I would cry out and buck my body when I felt his fingers enter my very wet slit. But I did, causing a little bit of a surprise on my part and a big smile on his.

“Hungry, are you”? He was smug. I wasn’t going to answer him.

“Let’s see, what’s down here? Anything of interest”? I didn’t know if this arrogance was part of the game, but it was working. His teasing, both verbal and physical, was putting me on an unbelievable edge. 

I said nothing, but I was making little circles with my ass, my legs slowly pumping up and down and trying to spread but my jeans around my knees restraining them. Inside, I was saying, “It’s right there, just at your fingertips.”

He found it. First, a slow teasing of my clit with his fingertips, coaxing it out of hiding and making it so hard that I could mentally see it protruding out like one of my nipples as it throbbed. During the tease, he took his other hand and spread my lips wide, totally exposing my pussy to his gaze. “Ni-i-i-ice, very nice,” His face intense as he said it. I knew I wasn’t the only one totally caught up in this.

He replaced his fingertips with his thumb on my clit, sliding some fingers up and down the channel, spreading the moisture. Abruptly, his thumb rubbed my clit really hard and he jammed two fingers deep inside me. It all happened within seconds and I bucked hard, jerking my restraints and lifting my hips to meet his fingers. Simultaneously, I let out a very loud and unrestrained cry. “A-a-a-u-u-g-h.” The sensations it brought shot straight through me. He continued to pound me with his fingers, jamming them in and out as fast as he could.

I might have been able to take two or three strokes like that. Maybe even a dozen or three dozen. But when he continued it for an extended time, I couldn’t hold it back, restraints on my wrist or not. My back arched, my head and feet holding my weight, and I exploded. I didn’t ease into it. There was little build up. There was just a massive release, both physical and mental. I can’t imagine what I was saying to him. What I CAN say is that it was no easy task for him to keep his fingers inside me with all the gyrations I was doing.

He finally bent over me while I was still very deep in the throes of my climax and kissed me deeply, temporarily silencing my loud mutterings. I welcomed him as if we were livelong lovers, offering my tongue and accepting his. Deep down, I knew this was not good. This was GREAT!

He slowed down, removing his fingers from me and went back to just sliding them up and down my pussy. I thought I could hear the sound of the slush, it was so evident. It didn’t take him long to go back to exercising his control over me.

“So, what do you think of this now”? He was sort of serious, sort of teasing.

“It’s okay,” was my weak reply. 

“Still just okay, huh”? His voice was menacing, but his face smiling and giving him away.

“It feels real good,” I finally said. There, he had the answer he wanted.

“What do you want me to do now”? 

I had to let it sink in. I wasn’t in too good a position to negotiate and my nerves were still on edge, begging me for relief. Finally, I barely got it out. “Take my panties off.”

He looked down at me and then a big smile came on his face as if he had found a new toy. “Are you sure, you want me to take your panties off now”?

“Yes.” What did he want from me?

“It’s your call,” he said, and stood up on his feet, straddling me. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the little elastic strings on each side of my panties. Looking down at me with a cruel smile, I suddenly realized what he was about to do.

“No!” was all I got out before he did it. With a swift jerk of both hands, my body was lifted quickly off the ground just as the strings snapped, giving way as my panties came flying off into his hands. He almost fell back and I hit the ground again with a little thud, not hurting me but causing me to catch my breath. He was standing above me with my panties still in his hand.

“You didn’t tell me to take your jeans off first,” he laughed. His gaze quickly left my face and was locked in on my crotch. I instinct I straightened my legs out stiff to conceal myself then thought that I was a little late for that. He didn’t miss the opportunity, reaching down and removing my jeans while my legs were straight and there was no resistance. When they came off, I opened my legs wide as a reaction to the new freedom, swinging them back and forth.




Abandoned New Wife Ch. 04



His hands went to his shirt, pulling it slowly up over his head. I watched him move, noting that his body was everything I had thought. Dropping his shirt to one side, he reached for the buckle of his pants. I thought it odd that he still had my panties in his hand. Very, very slowly, as if he were putting on a show, he lowered his pants. 

Evidently, he was not a heavy spender on underwear. None at all was there to hide his cock, which he slowly exposed to me. I saw the head first, and then what seemed to be a never-ending length of the shaft. I thought I had already gone through any surprises for the day, but my eyes were riveted to it as its magnitude became apparent. 

Exposing it all, he looked down and said, “Do you like what you see”? His jeans were hanging down off his hips as he slid my panties up and down the long shaft. I don’t know why that particular scene was so provocative, but it certainly was. 

“Well,” he asked again.” Do you like”?

“It’s so big,” was about as truthful as I could answer. I didn’t mention the awe or fear I felt.

He pulled his jeans off and threw them aside, my panties with them. Lying down on top of me full length, he started rubbing that huge thing up and down my pussy, sliding easily up and down in the wetness that was overly abundant. He slid me up on the cover, stretching my hands high above my head, and started giving me non ending doses of kisses, ranging from little pecks on the side of the mouth to tease me, to full deep long ones that curled my toes. Then he would pay attention to my nipples, keeping them long and hard. He seemed to have a particular love for that, moaning lightly to himself and saying, “perfect” all the time.

After five minutes or so of this blissful torture, he put his mouth very close to my ear and said, “Do you want some more kisses”?

I was silent but nodded yes.

“Where do you want them”? I was still silent. What did he want?

“Where do you want them”? He asked again. Suddenly, I realized where this was going.

“On my pussy.” My voice was so low and soft. I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

His satisfied look told me that he had won that little battle, with me essentially begging him to eat me. He responded immediately but slowly, making a gradual, very hesitant trip from my ear to my clit, paying attention to every square inch of me on the way down. My nerves were tattered, my hips rotating, my legs opening and closing, bending my knees up and then sending them as straight as possible, all with anticipation. Finally, his mouth found the target.

“M-m-m-m-m.” You could have heard me groan from a hundred yards away. Oh, please, please not any teasing, I thought. I should have known better. He started what seemed a never ending snack of me, running his tongue up and down my slit, gathering in the secretion I was pumping out in mass, praising me to no end about how nice it was and how good I tasted. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders, cupping my ass in each hand. It finally got to me and I began to tell him about it.

“Please.” I was whining.

“Please what”?

“Do me.”

“What do you mean”?

“You know.”

“No, I don’t. What do you want”?

“Do me hard.”

“Do what hard”? He wasn’t going to let this go.

“Suck on my clit hard.”

“Why”?

This had to be the low point of my life. “I want to cum.”

“Now”?

Tears started to come out of my eyes, not in pain, shame or fear, but of ecstasy. Even this prolonged, unmerciful teasing was bliss.

His response was slow, torturing, and wonderful all at the same time. As his lips closed around my clit and started a gentle, then more aggressive sucking, I moaned out loud. I was afraid he couldn’t breath as I ground myself up into his mouth, looking for everything he was offering and openly begging for more. 

My non stop moaning and begging came to a near scream when he finally brought me to the final peak by sucking my clit in and out real fast and hard, biting it hard as he did. That took me over the edge, alternatively grabbing his hair and pressing him into me, then beating him on the back with my flailing hands. His head stayed buried between my legs, his mouth moving in unison with the flailing movements of my body, keeping contact on my clit. 

As I started to come down a little, I wondered how anything so wrong, so prohibited, could feel so good. First Chris, now Barry, bringing me to my full senses, exposing the woman in me that I always thought was there but could never bring forward. I felt the remorse again in what I was doing, but every little lick he gave my clit wiped out the regret. He brought me down very slowly, my fingers in his hair.

Suddenly it hit me. My hands weren’t bound any more! When had he released them? How long had I been an unrestrained, willing participant? My body sort of convulsed when the realization hit me. He either felt it or he had perfect timing. He slowly slid up my body until he was full length on me. Putting his hands under my head, he lifted it slightly so that our lips met lightly. Under the current situation, I guess I was giving as many kisses as I was receiving.

“Feel good”? It was no longer taunting or daring, but rather a lover inquiring on his mate.

I squirmed under both his weight and his question. Giving in to both, I wrapped my legs around his, gave him a long kiss, and simply said, “Wonderful.” No use hiding it.

“Me, too. You are fantastic.” His response sent a shiver through me. He never offered to say anything about releasing my bonds.

The kissing and small talk continued. I felt like I was in another world, one I had never imagined. Here I was out in the middle of nowhere with a man I didn’t know, responding to being tied up with huge orgasms. And now, we were coiled around each other making sweet love and speaking to each other as if we had been lovers for years. It was so terribly wrong, and so wonderfully blissful.

“I’ve satisfied your request, now how about mine”? He was so gentle right now.

“What do you want”? I was pretty well open to him.

“I want you on top. I want you to take me in you. I want you to control it. I want you to want me.”

My answer was a very long, deep kiss. He rolled me over so that I was on top. 

Taking him in my hand, I said, “You’re huge. I don’t know about this.” I hated to sound like a beginner, but now was one of those times for honesty.

“You be in control. Whatever you want, as fast or slowly as you want it. I’m not going to force you.”

I had him in one hand. He was just massive to my touch, my mind probably increasing it three fold than it really was. Moving it up and down my pussy to lubricate it, I finally put the head barely inside me. Slowly, oh so very slowly, I lowered myself. It took no time to totally fill the opening and I knew he had hardly penetrated me. Determined not to disappoint him, I started a very gentle rolling of my hips, both side to side and up and down. At times it would slide out and I would rub it up and down my slit again to get it wet. Each time I did this it would bring moans from him, the sensitive head enjoying the wet ride. 

Finally, it just happened! There was no fanfare, no sudden push. His head just slipped inside me. I felt absolutely stuffed as he slid in, no more than a half inch at most with each of my strokes. I was amazed at myself for taking him like I was, feeling him fill every part of my cavity. And the sensation it caused within me!! My eyes rolled back in my head and my mouth was wide open as I started a non-ending stream of verbal appreciation for him, letting him know how he felt inside me. 

I wanted to pump harder, but the girth of him was a limiting factor. Instead, I just kept up that slow, gradual descent until suddenly there was the unmistakable feeling of his balls touching my ass. 

“See, you’re almost all the way in.” He moaned it more than spoke it. His pleasure with me was undeniable. I realized then that the bonds had moved from being physical with him in charge to sexual, with me the one in control.

“What do you mean, ‘almost’ “? I gulped. I had felt we had bottomed out and I was certainly past my limit. As I spoke I was stoking him gently with those sensitive lips, driving him so deep inside me that I wasn’t sure he would ever be able to dislodge. I was stretched beyond my wildest imagination. I had read some “dirty” stories about this and had seen some adult movies, but I never dreamed it could be real. I though those “huge cock” stories was all bull. Now here I was with a bull with a huge cock, and he was wanting more?

He lifted us both slightly and turned us a little bit sideways. “Bring your knees up and straddle me.”

Slowly, with some discomfort, I was able to do it. I was still leaning over him, though, and was not sure about sitting straight up. He didn’t ask me to. Instead, he used his hands on my ass to start a gentle stroking action against him. I got the message and moved with him. It was wonderful and I felt really in control. Eventually, he removed his hands and put them under his head. I took over completely, riding that cock and kissing his mouth and nipples as we progressed. I felt him going deeper and deeper inside me, even more than before, and now I knew why he wanted me on top. He knew there was considerable more penetration this way and he knew I could take it. 

“Sit straight up.” He whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I brought my body straight up, continuing to ride his shaft only now it seemed deeper. Being in my position, the actions required to take him fully within me became more pronounced. I had my hands on his stomach and had to squeeze my legs each time I went up to gain the altitude before I dropped back down on him, but it worked and this was the deepest penetration yet. My head was thrown back and I was yelping and swinging my head like a cheap whore.

He whispered again and I had to lean over to hear him as he repeated it. “Rub you nipples and your clit.” I thought it was odd but in the state we were in “odd” was acceptable. I went to my breast with my left hand, finding my clit with my right and starting a very slow, soft massage on it.

“Don’t hurry. Make it last,” he said. “I want it to last for hours.” 

“Me, too,” I replied, knowing fully well we were both about to explode. And we did, within minutes.

It was wild, it was loud, and it was mutual. I remembered having a simultaneous orgasm with Chris, but of course it had never happened with David. It was so fantastic, stimulating in it’s own sense to drive me even higher. I could feel him pulse hard within me, his semen squirting loads into me. I’m sure mine was matching his as we became very sloppy.

I bounced wildly on top of him, never-ending words spilling out of my open mouth, praising him, his cock, my sensitive pussy, everything.

Out of necessity for him, we finally slowed. He had been able to stay with me for several minutes after the first explosion and I had followed up with another light but wonderful one. He reached up, took a breast in each hand, and started a gentle kneading of each sensitive nipple as I gently ground down on what was left of what I was sure was a super sensitive cock.

Gaining my composure, I looked up---and was staring right into the face of Sheila!! She was less than ten feet in front of us behind a small knoll. On her hands and knees with that long hair hanging down to the ground, her eyes were almost shut, her mouth hanging open in what was obviously silent bliss.

And behind her, pumping like crazy into her, was Chris!! He was staring straight at me, a knowing smile on his face I had seen before.

Startled, I screamed and jumped up, ripping myself off Barry with no thought of the pain it might have caused either of us. I grabbed my clothes and held them in front of me, crossing my knees like a little girl. What did I think I was hiding that they hadn’t already seen? Looking around, I ran behind a little hill that put me out of their view, sat down and started to put my clothes back on, sobs racking my body.

I could hear them talking on the other side. It sounded like they left and came back. Then I heard one of the bikes start up and leave. Frozen with fear that I had been abandoned, I actually was relieved to hear Sheila’s voice.

“Can I come back there, Sarah”? It was soft and apologetic.

After a few seconds with no answer from me, she appeared, stark naked. She sat watching nothing in particular. Then she looked at me and spoke.

“Sarah, all these helmets are equipped with hands free radios. We were all listening to what you were saying to yourself and to Barry on the ride up.”

I was floored! I had jabbered and carried on about his cock and all kinds of things, thinking I was in private. She obviously knew what was going through my mind.

“I know, it’s not fair. It’s all part of our game.” She smiled wanly at me.

“What game.” I finally spoke and was really upset at the circumstances.

“It’s a long story that’s going to wait until you are ready to hear it. For now, they’ve already left and you’re riding with me.”

“What about Chris. Who is he”? I at least would like to know THAT.

“My husband.”

The shock on my face was obvious. “I know, I know. I never let anybody at the office know about my private life.”

With that and no other offer of explanation, she offered me a hand to help me stand up. I dressed after she left and when I was as composed as I could be, I walked over the knoll to find her totally dressed. I saw her before she saw me and I was sure I saw her putting a video camera in her satchel. I didn’t mention it when we walked together about a half a mile to her bike, hidden in the hills.

Donning our helmets, she started it and we left without comment, me holding on tight as we navigated some tight back trails before we found pavement. 

She stopped before we got on the road. Shutting off the motor, she spoke through the helmet without turning her head. “Look, Sarah, I know how devastating this must seem to you and I apologize for the way things came down. It’s not how we planned. But, believe me, you will find out what the whole story is and will get enjoyment and satisfaction like you never dreamed possible, just as you already have.”

Without another word, she started it again and made a turn taking what I thought would be the wrong direction. Again, she anticipated my thoughts. “We’re taking a long, scenic route home to give us time to relax. Hang on tight. There are a lot of sharp curves ahead.”

I didn’t have to be begged. She was right and I held tightly to her waist. After five miles or so, she reached down and, one at a time, moved my hands from her waist to under her shirt. “They will be warmer there,” she said. The touch of my bare hands so intimately on her bare skin startled me. 

Just a few seconds later, she said, “You might want to be closer”. Than, she slid each of my hands up so that they were cupping the bottom of each of her breast. I flinched at the contact and moved it back down, but she placed them even higher when she moved them back with her hand. “Don’t be so modest.” She rubbed my hand gently before she released it.

I knew now that there WAS something going on and I was evidently getting close to knowing what. I had a real lump in my stomach, somehow knowing David was involved.

But what I needed to deal with at that very moment was not so much the lump in my stomach, but more the one in my throat. The one caused by the sensation I was getting from feeling her breasts in my hands, the one caused by my pussy starting to tingle again, this time not by the vibration.

Inwardly, I quickly rejected any notion that touching her was a turn on. Even though I started a gently massage on the bottom of her breast where she had positioned my hands. Even later, after she slowly moved them up so I could touch her nipples.

She was right. There WERE things to be sorted out!!



Abandoned New Wife Ch. 05



Two weeks had passed since the bike ride and suddenly there was Sheila I had to deal with. Needless to say, the environment at work was not the same. I knew who she was now, and she was fully aware of my weaknesses. Whenever there was any opportunity for us to be alone she took it and, even though I never responded openly, never missed a chance to touch me. Not aggressively, but more just brushing my hair back, running her fingertips across my cheek, slightly brushing my breast with the back of her hand (which sent me shivers) or just slowly letting her cupped hand ride my buttocks. 

Just as I was beginning to think I would have to quit, my assignments went from being just an assistant to being of more value to the firm. I received a small raise and was asked to stay later each day, such to the point that they were competing against my college hours. Needing the cash, I jammed it all in, sometimes leaving my tutoring class to go back to work in the evening. It didn't seem to cause any problems and helped me fill up my days. I was never at work that Sheila was not there. I felt that she had a special "in" there, but couldn't figure it out.

One late evening I was working with her when Bob Somerville walked by. Bob was in his early forties and was one of the senior partners. I had seen him before but, in my position, had no reason to have a relationship with him. Sheila obviously did, being very casual and friendly around him. When I inquired one time about how somebody so young had reached his position, she told me that not only was he very talented but his father had founded the firm and, even though now retired, held a lot of power.

On that night we were really busting our tails putting together a case. When he saw what we were doing, he picked up the phone and ordered dinner for all of us. I expected pizza or something. What I didn't expect was a very elegant dinner served in his office by a young man in a white jacket. So this is how the wealthy live, I thought. It was certainly better than anything David and I could afford so I just ate and went about my business. I did, however, have a chance to glance around his office. What an office! Very luxuriously furnished, a view of the bay, everything. I realized I had never been in any of the big wigs office until that point.

As I walked out of the office I turned and realized she was not with me. I stepped back to look back in, wanting to make sure that I hadn't left prematurely for any reason. I was shocked to see them over by the window, his hands up the back of her skirt and openly feeling her ass. I stepped out quickly, hoping I hadn't been seen. Wow!! So THAT was why she seemed so casual around him. A few minutes later she walked out with him right behind her as he thanked us for our work and said not to stay too late as he was leaving.

We had to do a lot of sorting from a box of files. Sheila smiled at me and said. "Let's play big boss." She picked up the box and walked right back into Bob's office. I couldn't believe she was taking such a big chance when she told me we would use his big conference table to do our sorting. We started our work and kept at it, but I couldn't ignore both the surroundings I was in and, most of all, the view out the window. After a while, I stopped what I was doing and just stood there looking out. David had left from that bay. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I had felt her presence before she spoke. 

"Yes, it is." I spoke softly, feeling her touch my arm as she spoke. I moved a little, but didn't want to appear to be running. It crossed my mind how totally alone we were and that maybe, after what I had seen before, it wasn't a good idea. She sensed my hesitation.

"Don't be so sensitive, Sarah. I don't bite." She laughed very low as she spoke, but there was huskiness about her tone that belied her. She trailed her touch up and down the sides of both my arms for a short while, then they moved to my neck and shoulders.

"Wow, you're really tense," she said as she started gently rubbing my neck. "Maybe we need to stop for a while and get the kinks out."

"I'm fine," I lied. I just wanted to move on from this without making a scene. She was way too intimate to suit me.

"Relax." It was almost an order. I stood there quietly as she began a slow, knowing massage of my neck and upper back. Even through my apprehensions, it felt good. Though David didn't satisfy me sexually, he always gave me rubdowns that felt so good I would almost cum. I wished now that I had told him that. And she was just as good or better, her gentle kneading very pleasing to my senses, which were quickly becoming more acceptable to the situation. Damn, damn, damn, her touch felt good!

Somehow, it wasn't a surprise when I felt her lips on my neck. "Sheila, please." It was all I could mutter as I pulled away. The massage continued as if nothing had happened. When her lips returned I was less concerned with the feel of her lips than my overall situation. I moved my neck away slightly, but said nothing. It was a mistake. She moved quickly, taking my ear in her mouth. I almost whimpered, but kept my composure enough to object.

"I don't want this, Sheila." 

"How do you know?"

"I just don't."

She moved around me our eyes met. "Did you want Chris to bring you off in the classroom?" She knew about that?

"Well?"

"No," I answered slowly.

"Did you enjoy it?" Her questions were direct but her face seemed so sincere.

"Yes." There seemed to be no point in lying. I was sure she already knew every detail.

"See, things change," She pointed out.

"That was different."

"Did you want to flash the guys in the café." My knees were starting to get very weak. I don't think there was anything about my life that was secret any more.

"No. Chris made me."

"Did Chris make you or just invite you?"

I didn't answer. She already knew the story in full, I was sure. I realized that at some time during that conversation she had started unbuttoning my blouse. By the time I reacted, it was fully open. My breast were, as always, encased in a nothing bra meant to please rather than to support. Sheila said nothing, moving her mouth to my breast spilling out the top of my bra, spreading kisses like slow honey all over my chest, moving up to my neck and face. 

My blouse came off with little effort on her part, leaving me exposed to her eyes and hands. There was no speaking, just the sound of us breathing. All of this was so far out of my world that it had to be just part of a vivid imagination and not real. When I felt her mouth trying to find mine, I knew it was real.

I pushed away and stepped back, finding the big table with my hands and my back. "We need to stop right now." I dropped my head to avoid her eyes and started looking for my lost blouse. She moved in on me like I was prey.

"Do we?" She said with a little smirk. With a practiced move that only a woman could make, she deftly unclasped the front of my bra with one hand, releasing my breast and making them available to her. She lost no time, slipping a nipple in her mouth as she quickly discarded my bra somewhere. 

I fell backwards suddenly to avoid her mouth. It only redirected her kisses down to my sensitive bare stomach. My legs came off the floor, inadvertently spreading and lifting. The result was her standing in between my open legs, bending over my spread body as she showered kisses anywhere she found available. Taking my wrists gently in her hands and holding them to my side, she began a never-ending stream of soft, wet kisses. She kept everything contained to my torso and neck, paying my breast and neck huge amounts of attention, evidently deciding not to touch my mouth.

Finally, she spoke. "Sarah, we want to take you where you've never dreamed possible. Are you ready?"

I was in a state of shock, not at all in touch with the Sarah that had moved to California a few months before. Through the fog, though, something stood out enough to penetrate my distorted thoughts. 

"Who is we?" I asked, even though I thought I already knew the answer.

Sheila looked at me for a short while then spoke quietly. "Do you really want to know, Sarah? We can stop right here and now and you can walk away. If I answer your question there is no turning back for you. It is going to change your life even more than it has been."

Looking up at her standing between my legs, it seemed odd that this conversation was happening, and there was a very gentle, concerned look on her face.

"Okay." My answer was short, low and a long time coming. I no longer knew who I was, anyway, and even a bad answer to what was happening to me was better than none.

Sarah moved away from me and walked over to a table in the very corner of the office. Picking up a framed photograph, she came back over to me and motioned me to sit beside her on a large leather couch. Silently, she handed me the picture.

It was a small group posing around a motorcycle. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I gasped out loud. My stomach turned and tears came to my eyes. Standing there was Chris, Bob Somerville, Barry, and the other two guys from the café. But what really was the clincher, standing right in the middle with a huge grin on his face, was David!

My silence and tears must have spoken for me. After a period of silence, she quietly said, "Now you know."

I nodded. "David is part of all this?"

She laughed like I had asked a really silly question. "I guess you could say he's the architect of the whole show."

I couldn't believe her. Not my quiet, unassuming David. And who were these other people?

I swear she could read my mind. 

"It started out as a joke. Almost two years ago one of the guys just got married. He was bragging to the rest of the guys about how true she would always be. David, who by the way is NOT the guy you think he is, called him on it. Since Darren was going away for a few months, David goaded the group into trying to bring her down while she was alone. Darren said it was impossible and wanted proof if it happened. In a nutshell, it happened. Not only did she end up getting screwed in every way imaginable by the rest of the group, they got it all on tape and was sending it to Darren as it happened."

"What none of them expected was instead of it just becoming a 'cheating wife' incident, it became a huge turn-on to everybody, including Darren. Wisely or not, Darren approached his wife with the videos. Instead of it being a disastrous separation, they were both turned on by the events. Using Bob's money, they started bringing in new recruits. It seemed every one of them had a girl back home. Using their individual schedules, they planned it perfectly so that they knew each new bride was coming into a situation that they would be abandoned immediately after they arrived. So it is with you. Don't you think it more than a coincident that just all of a sudden, without warning, David shipped out? Sarah, he already knew about his ship date three months before you were married."

My mind was swirling. This was so bazaar and so unbelievable that I just could not absorb it. Things like this didn't happen to anybody, let alone me.

"Are you saying David married me just to set me up for his friends?"

"No. He married you because he was obviously crazy about you. As part of the group, though, he was committed to offering you to them. By the way, that little thing about him unable to bring you to an orgasm was a sham. You were purposely teased and primed for three months in order to make you more venerable to the situation. He even videotaped the two of you having sex so that we could see you lying there after sex in that unfulfilled, hypersensitive state. The firm has a massive amount of video equipment and your apartment was filled with them with David's consent while he went home to be married. When you masturbated in what you thought was privacy, we were all given the tapes. By the way, your favorite place to do it right after he got off you was on the bathroom floor. Sarah, he's a bull and will make you cum like crazy! You'll find out when he returns."

Carefully, I questioned her. "What about you?"

She smiled. "I was number two." 

"Who was first?"

"Heather. You know, the little redhead down the hall." Oh, yes, I knew her!! She was barely five feet tall, breast so large they seemed out of place, and extremely outgoing. The way she looked at me had not been missed. I had assumed it to be an accident that every time she was around me she would lean over, giving me an unrestricted view of those wonderful tits. Without even knowing who she was, I had shivered under her penetrating look and the down blouse show.

I thought that I was no longer capable of being surprised. "Little Heather?"

Sheila laughed at my look. "Oh, yeah! Not only did 'Little Heather' get turned on by the group and become part of the planning, she found a part of herself in San Diego that she didn't know existed when she left Iowa."

"What's that?" I wanted answers, no matter how strange.

Sheila laughed at me again. "Don't you know? Didn't you notice the attention she gave you? I mean really, Sarah, how many women are going to give you non-ending views of their tits?"

"Heather is a lesbian?" 

"I taught Heather to enjoy a woman's touch and she moved on from there, just as you will."

Sheila's hand had traveled up my leg, so gently I had paid no attention to it. I was so worn out with surprises the only reaction she got from me when she reached my panties and teased me through the thin cloth was an instant movement from my pelvis, pushing forward gently to meet her touch. I leaned back and accepted her manipulations, her mouth finding my breast again.

"Are you ready for us?" Her mouth had moved from my breast to my ear, speaking in a husky whisper. Pulling me up to my feet, she didn't wait for my answer, her hands coming out from under my skirt to slowly remove it. I don't know which one of us had the biggest reaction to me being naked all of a sudden. I turned my head and looked away out of embarrassment and she went straight for my panties, sliding them very slowly down my legs, turning me in a circle slowly as if she were exhibiting me. 

Who is 'us'?" I asked again. Without a word, she looked over into the corner. I caught my breath and froze! Sitting in a chair just inside the door was Bob Somerville. He was totally naked, his cock in his hand, and an admiring look on his face.

I watched as Sheila held her hand out and beckoned him to come over. He did so, stopping at his desk to get something as he came over.

"Welcome to our group." Sheila sat back down on the couch and pulled me over on top of her, face to face, stomach to stomach, my breast brushing hers. She found my open mouth with hers and gave me a deep kiss. It was both disturbing and wonderful. The fact that I returned it was shocking, but I had no time to dwell on it as I felt Bob's presence right behind me. 

He got down on his knees behind me and pressed himself fully against me, squeezing me between Sheila and him. When he took me in his arms and pulled me gently down to him, it pulled my mouth away from hers and down her body so that her breasts were even with my face.

"Do you like her tits?" Bob asked me as he took both of mine in his hands. I was silent. I wasn't ready for this.

"Really, don't you think they're nice?" He wasn't going to give it up. I looked up at Sheila, her eyes half closed. She was grinding against me in small circles, her hands on my shoulders.

"Yes, they're very nice."

"Why don't you give them some attention? I'm sure she would love a kiss." 

I could feel him moving slowly against me, his cock between my legs sliding up and down my pussy but making no effort to enter. I looked at Sheila again and then, very tentatively, took her right nipple in my mouth. She shuttered and let out a small moan. I had to admit it caused quite a sensation within me. It felt nice. I began a small sucking action, sliding her nipple in and out of my wet mouth. 

Her reaction was unbelievable. Instead of the small circles she had been making, she went into undulations that started at her head and went all the way down to her feet. She found my hands with hers, pinning them to her side. 

I felt Bob move away, releasing the pressure from his weight. As I continued to nurse Sheila's breast and ride her moving body, he stood up so that we could both see him and opened a tube. Squeezing out a handful, he rubbed it all up and down his cock.

"What do you want?" The question came from Sheila as she released my hands, moving hers to the back of my neck so that she could press my mouth down on her nipples. Her legs circled my body, holding me in a kneeling position in front of Bob.

I was thoughtful and silent. I knew what she was really asking and decided why not?

"I want to be fucked." Who would ever have thought I would say it?

"Are you sure? You know anything goes, don't you?" I didn't really know what she was talking about but I nodded.

The answer was instant. I felt Bob rub my ass with the lubricant. Immediately, I tried to back off!

"NO!!" I wanted no part of this nasty degradation. Real people didn't do this!

"Relax. It's going to be fine. You'll love it." Sheila held me tightly between her legs as I felt him position himself behind me. Shuttering, I waited for the excruciating pain I knew was to come.

He kept me kneeled over the couch and dropped down behind me. I felt him as he gently placed his head against me, moving it up and down the full length of the crack of my ass. I could feel the lubricant and the heat of him and waited for the pain whenever he shoved into me. He had reached around me and was very gently pinching my nipples while he kissed my ears and neck. Only the anticipated pain kept it from being been real nice. Instead, nothing happened. We just stayed there on our knees, him against me, with the head of his cock gently nudging me and exploring my crack. The natural movement of our rubbing together caused some pressure down there, but that was it. 

Actually, it was comfortable. Sheila had released her grip on me and just laid my head on her stomach. She gently rubbed the back of my neck. Soon after, though, I could feel his cock applying the slightest bit of pressure, as he pressed forward a little then stopped. He had entered me just a tiny bit, yet so far there was no pain. I expected him to continue, but he didn't. 

Instead, the three of us seemed to start a small rocking motion, as if one. Without making any real effort, I soon started moving my ass backwards against him, causing his penetration to increase. He moved slightly with me, the penetrating so small it almost couldn't be noticed. But as we both moved slightly, he inched in just a little, causing no pain. The pressure never let up and finally I could feel his head as it sort of popped into me. He pulled it all the way out and then in again, starting a tiny fucking sequence with just his head going in and out of my ass. It was nothing like I had expected, no pain, just pleasure coming over me. I started pushing back, trying to take a little more. When I did, he knew I was ready and entered me with a push, driving his cock further and further in with each stroke. 

I cried out a little, still not prepared for the full penetration, but he kept the pressure and movement up until he was fully inside of me. His strokes became hard and strong, his hips pounding my ass rapidly. The action from his pounding had driven me back up Sheila's body until my head was far up enough so that I could take her nipple in my mouth, causing her to moan constantly. I responded by chewing gently on it, feeling her buck her body up against me in response. Any small discomfort that I may have felt gave way to total pleasure and I was fully involved. He was holding my hips with both his hands, changing his strokes from soft and gentle to full and hard, at times coming all the way out with each stroke then slamming back inside me. I was totally taken by surprise. Instead of feeling humiliation and pain there was nothing but pleasure, nothing at all like I had always heard or envisioned. I was moaning loudly but her breast muted it. 




Abandoned New Wife Ch. 05



He would bring me up to a point, and then slow me down, listening to me express my disappointment. After doing this a few times, he was sure he had me completely under his control and made me start begging him, telling him things he wanted to hear and making promises to him without thinking of the consequences. He pulled me down from Sheila, my mouth no longer on her breast but low on her stomach, just above her mound. She had protested when I left her nipples, but was humping back at my mouth as I kissed her down there. 

Finally, he let me come. I exploded with a noisy, frantic orgasm while he was driving deep inside me with long, strong strokes. Until then, I never knew you could actually have an orgasm with anal sex. I thought it was a myth. Sheila was rubbing her own nipples, bucking against me as I came. I'm not sure she didn't cum with me, spurred on by the sound of my reactions and the action of her fingers. 

I was surprised and disappointed when he didn't cum with me. Instead, he settled down to a nice, slow pace, kissing the back of my neck again, his arms strongly around me, gently rubbing my nipples. He would give me deep strokes, then just barely penetrate me, moving his head in and out of my sphincter, which was surprisingly erotic and felt wonderful. I wanted him to cum with me, but I couldn't hold back and after a short time came again. This time it was a real long orgasm; the kind I have when I am masturbating and I've already come three or four times. I couldn't believe how long he kept me in it. After that the only thing I was interested in was the closeness I felt with him in me, bent over me with his body almost like a mold, his breath in my ear, his mouth on my neck, the never ending massage of my breast. 

I almost forgot about Sheila, even though my face was buried in her abdomen. She was uttering non-stop nonsense, begging for me to touch her. Between the two of them, I was a solid mass quivering nerves, sensitive to every touch. He wouldn't stop and I couldn't stop, with him moving in me and increasing the pinching on my nipples until it was painful, causing me to cry out and squirm back on him, giving us all the motion we needed. It was wonderful and I let them know, mindlessly babbling about how much I loved and wanted them. When he finally came it was huge, with him driving so hard into me it seemed to take my breath away. I came with him loudly, with Sheila again seemingly sharing my orgasm.

Instead of pulling out immediately, he stayed in me for several minutes. During this time he started whispering in my ear the things I had promised to do for him, not so much things they were going to do to me. I'm sure my eyes were wide as I told him I would never do it. He spoke into my ear loud enough for her to hear. "Without asking, I just walked in here and fucked you in the ass while you were making love to another woman. You begged for it not to stop. You have cum non-stop, and, just so you know, we have it all on tape to send to David or anybody else we want to. Do you really think you are going to deny us anything?"

With that, he re-entered me, continuing his long hard strokes up my ass. He grasped each of Sheila's ankles and lifted her legs high, spreading her wide as he held them there. Then he pulled her further down towards me, exposing her wide-open crotch to my face. I was staring just inches away into Sheila's squirming open, wet pussy.

As I started moving with Bob's pounding again, she lifted her head slightly to look directly into my eyes. "Please, please, Sarah. I want you. David will love it. He'll be great when he gets back home."

Slowly, with much hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her legs and brought my hands back around to her pussy. Taking her labia in my fingers, I spread them wide in front of me. Closing my eyes I carefully, tentatively, stuck out my tongue and gently touched her clit. The response was instant from both of us. She whimpered and bucked her pussy into my face. I was taken aback with the unexpected enticing taste and smell of her. Yes, she was right. He DID owe me a bunch and I was going to make him pay like he would never imagine. All the fucking would be on MY terms, and it might not always be with him.

With that, a vivid picture formed within my mind and a wry smile came on my face. What the hell!! With a resigned sigh, my mouth moved forward and accepted her quivering, hard clit with my lips and I began sucking it like it was a petite cock. It would be three hours later before each of our clits became so sensitive from our mouths that we had to quit. For a while.