25 comments/ 173289 views/ 24 favorites Blind Draw By: jack_straw Author's note: Thanks to Grey Eagle 286 for the idea behind this story. ------ Judy Farmer knew better than to argue with her husband, but she decided she had to at least try to talk him out of this madness. Even as the thought came to her, she reached up with her left hand and felt the soreness on her cheekbone that was the remnant of the last time she done something to piss him off, which had been four days earlier. The swelling had gone down, but the area was still sore and still slightly discolored. No, indeed, Judy knew from hard experience the possible consequences of arguing with Richard, but his insistence on having her go into the hotel bar, picking up a strange man and bringing him to their room for sex left her no choice. And she figured he wouldn't risk slapping her around right here in the lobby of the downtown Atlanta Hilton. She took a deep breath and bravely pressed forward. "Richard, please, don't make me do this," Judy said. "I don't want another man. I just want you. Please?" "Shut up, bitch!" Richard snarled. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do as I say. You're going to be my slut whether you like it or not." "But why?" Judy pleaded. "Why do you want me to do this?" "Because I can," he answered. "And because it turns me on to know that my prissy little wife is really a slut inside, that she'll fuck another man if I tell her to." "But I'm not!" Judy cried. "I'm not that way." "You are if I say you are," Richard said. "Now, shut your mouth and go sit down at the bar. There's a nice-looking fellow sitting at the bar, third stool from the entrance. He'll do nicely." "But ..." Judy said. "Judy ..." Richard said menacingly. Judy's shoulders slumped and she nodded her head in defeat. If only she wasn't so dependent on him for her well-being, if only they didn't live in a small town where everyone knew her and knew him, if only she had some place she could go. If, if, if. She'd thought about leaving him many times, but all those ifs added up to make that impossible. Richard pointed Judy toward the bar, then stood back with a self-satisfied smile. He'd bend her to his perverted will yet. Calvin Davidson – Cal to his friends – was nursing a Coors Light as he wound down after a busy day. He had one more day of business in this city, then he could fly back to Colorado, back to his beloved mountains. Suddenly, his attention was diverted by a soft, hesitant voice from his right. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Judy said. Cal turned his head and found himself face to face with one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen. She appeared to be in her early 30s, she had soft blonde curls, cut short, a perky nose, enticing lips and a body that had no excess anywhere. She was about 5-3, maybe 5-4, and trim, with a set of breasts that appeared to be around a size 34B. She was dressed in a thin white blouse, with no bra, a short floral skirt and high heels. The only thing that was unusual about the woman that Cal could see was the pair of dark glasses she was wearing. Sunglasses at 9 o'clock at night? Then he noticed the thin white cane that she sat against the bar, and he understood. Judy sat down on the stool, sat her purse on the bar and ordered a drink. She wasn't sure how to go about picking up a stranger, especially a stranger she couldn't see. Fortunately, Cal made it easy. "What's a girl like you doing alone on a night like this?" Cal said. Then he laughed. "I know that's kind of a lame line, but I'm not real good at this sort of thing." "Neither am I," Judy said. "I ... I'm just here looking for a little fun." Cal took note of the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand, then he looked at her face – really looked – and a frown creased his face. "Maybe I should rephrase that," Cal said. "What's a nice married girl like you doing in a place like this?" "Do you want the truth?" Judy said. "Please," Cal said. "My husband sent me," she said, and she could feel her composure cracking. "He's got this notion that I'm really a slut inside, and he wants to share me with strangers. He talks all the time about having me do threesomes, gangbangs and all sorts of other perverted things." "And you're not too keen on that notion, are you," Cal said. "Heavens, no," Judy said. "I don't know why he wants me to do this, but I don't have any choice." "How often does he hit you?" Cal said. "What do you mean?" Judy said. "Unless you're a lot clumsier than I think you are, you didn't get that bruise on your face by yourself," Cal said. "I ..." Judy started, then she started to break down. Cal took her hand, put his other hand on her shoulder and got her to calm down. "Tell me about it," Cal said gently. "It was Saturday night, last weekend," Judy began. "He came home drunk from his lodge, where he does his drinking. He brought a guy home with him, someone I didn't know, and wanted me to have sex with him. I tried, but the guy had had too much to drink and couldn't get it up. He left in disgust, and Richard blamed me, said I wasn't sexy enough. I made the mistake of trying to argue with him about it, so he punched me." "How often does this happen?" Cal said. "A couple of times a month," Judy said. "Usually when he's drunk." "Why do you take that kind of treatment?" Cal said. "Look at me," Judy said. "I can't see, I have no skills and I have nowhere to go. And my family's no help; they're the ones who pushed me into marrying Richard." "So tell me about yourself," Cal said, genuinely interested. "Only if you buy me another drink," Judy said with a smile that seemed to light up the whole room. Cal learned that Judy was 32 and lived in a small town in central Georgia, a couple of hours away. She and Richard had been married for six years, were childless and she didn't work. Richard was a real estate agent in the town where they lived and was very active in local politics. Judy learned that Cal was 41 and lived in Denver. He was an architect who owned his own company. He had married young, and had two children, a daughter and a son who were now 21 and 19, respectively. For some reason, he'd gotten the seven-year itch and had started fooling around on his many business trips, when he was working for a top construction company in Denver. His wife had found out about his little side affairs and had divorced him. "Biggest mistake of my life," Cal said. "Why? Do you still love her?" Judy asked. "Oh, I guess at some level I still do," Cal said. "But it's been so long ago, and she's remarried so it's a moot point. We're still friends, though, and we shared custody of the kids. I kick myself all the time about it. I threw away a damn good woman just because I wasn't completely satisfied." "But why did you do it?" Judy said. "Honestly?" Cal said. "I wasn't getting as much sex as I thought I deserved, and I felt like I was entitled to take on the road what I wasn't getting at home. Of course, I completely forgot that my wife had a job of her own, plus two small children that she wasn't getting much help with. In other words, I was a dumbass." Judy laughed then, and Cal felt a chill slither down his spine at the sound. It was a mirthful sound totally at odds with her difficult situation. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Cal asked, then continued when she nodded her head. "Have you been blind all of your life?" "No," she said and looked away at the far corner of the room. She still remembered – indeed, she still cherished – the things she'd seen in her youth. "I was 8, and I suffered a fall from a second-story window. I was lucky enough to land in a sandy area, but the impact severed my optic nerves, and I've been blind ever since." "They can't repair that?" Cal said. "I don't know," Judy said. "I don't think they could when it happened, and it wouldn't have mattered if they if they had been able to. My family was poor and couldn't afford it, plus my parents are very fundamentalist Christians and they believed it was 'God's will' for me to be blind." "What about your husband?" Cal said. "Surely he can afford it, especially if he's on a good medical insurance plan." "He's never looked into it," Judy said. "I think he likes having me helpless and dependent on him." "Helpless?" Cal said. "That's a crock of shit, pardon my French. I know several blind people in Denver and they live full active lives. You're only limited by your own expectations." "I don't know," Judy said uncertainly. "Richard doesn't seem to think I have much chance of being productive, although I do cook, clean house and let him have sex whenever he wants it." Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Cal saw a tall red-headed man walk into the bar, stop for a moment and gaze at where he was sitting, then walk over to sit in a corner booth. He guessed that was Richard Farmer, and turned his head to look right at the man. Cal then winked and Richard nodded his head in acknowledgement. Cal took just a second to take in the man's features, noting the hard look in his eyes and the cruel set of his mouth. "How did you come to be married to this guy?" Cal asked, turning his attention back to Judy. He was more determined than ever to make something happen with this beauty, if only to spite her husband. "My father actually set us up," Judy said. "I was living at home, so one day he brought Richard home, told me he was a friend of his from their lodge. Nine months later, we got married." "How come it took so long for anyone to notice you?" Cal said. "I'd think someone who looked like you would have guys flocking to your door." "My daddy was real strict about my dating," Judy said. "My folks were always overly protective of me. And, besides, who would want a plain blind girl?" "Plain?" Cal said incredulously. "How in the world did you ever get the idea you're plain?" "What do you mean?" Judy said. "I am not pretty. Richard says so all the time. He says I'm lucky to have him, that no other man would want me." Cal's heart was aching for this beautiful woman who had been so badly served by the men in her life. Something in her touched his soul, and he made a snap decision. "Let me tell you something, Judy," Cal said. "Richard has been feeding you a line of bull all this time, and your father hasn't been much help either. It's classic abusive behavior. He breaks down your self-esteem by telling you that you aren't pretty, that you're helpless, that you can't be productive. But I'm telling you right now, you're one of the prettiest, sexiest women I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that because I want to get in your pants. And I think just from talking to you that you've got a lot more on the ball than they think you do. Now, I want you to do something for me." "What's that," Judy said. "Take off your glasses," Cal said. "I want to see your eyes." "Oh no! I couldn't do that," Judy said. "My eyes are ugly." "Says who?" Cal said. "Oh, Richard, my dad, everyone," Judy said. "Please? Do it for me?" Cal said. Judy sighed and took off her glasses. Cal just stared, and again wondered which god this poor girl had pissed off to make people treat her the way they did. Because the truth was, Judy Farmer had gorgeous eyes. They were quite luminous, with irises the color of a clear blue sky. The only defect he could see was that they were unfocused and, obviously, unseeing. But physically there was nothing wrong with them. "Judy, don't ever again let anyone tell you that your eyes are ugly," Cal said. "They're beautiful. I'll tell you right now, you don't have to take the kind of abuse you've been taking. You're a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul, and you deserve better than what you're getting out of life." "Cal, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," Judy said softly. "Stand up. I want to take a good look at you." Cal was puzzled by what she meant, but he stood up and Judy stood up. She lifted both of her hands to the top of his head and slowly worked them all the way down, over his face, his chest and back, his legs and arms, then sat back down. Judy learned that Cal was about 5-10 and a solid 175 pounds. He had a full head of hair, glasses, a moustache, a trim physique and a very nice cock of around seven inches. That cock was hard as iron from the sensuous way Judy read his body with her hands. He'd never felt anything quite like it, and he was shivering when he sat back down. He leaned over close to her and spoke softly in her ear. "I want to make love to you," he said. "I don't want to fuck you; I want to love you. There is a difference. I want to show you how a real man treats a lady. Why don't we go up to my room?" "We'd better make it my room," Judy said. "I think Richard is going to want to be there." "Fine, he can watch if he wants, but that's not going to change anything," Cal said. "I'm still going to love you like you've never been loved before. Whatever happens after that is up to you." Judy could feel her heart melting as she turned toward Cal and they kissed, slowly at first, but then harder and with more energy. She couldn't believe this was happening, that Richard's sordid effort to make her a slut had led her inadvertently to a man like this, to a man she could love. "Let's go," Judy said. They slid off their stools, Cal offered his arm and Judy took it. They got to the elevator right as Richard caught up with them. He slipped into the car just before the doors closed on them. "See? I knew you could be a slut for me," Richard said. "Cal, this is my husband, Richard," Judy said with as much distaste as she could muster. "Richard Farmer," Richard said. "Pleased to meet you, Dick," Cal said, pasting a fake smile on his face while he shook the husband's hand. "I can call you Dick, can't I?" "Well, I'd rather..." Richard started, but Cal interrupted him. "Glad we've got that cleared up," Cal said. "You know, you have a fine-looking woman here, and I appreciate the opportunity you've given me here. Yep, fine lady." They rode up to the room in silence. Richard produced a key card and they entered the room. Judy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Richard immediately walked over to the counter by the sink, where he had a bucket of ice and a bottle of bourbon. He fixed himself a drink, then asked Cal if he wanted one. "Straight Sprite, if you've got it; water, if you don't," Cal said. Cal took off his topsiders and took the proffered glass of soda. Richard took a big gulp of his drink then walked to the window. "Tell me a little about yourself," Richard said, trying to find out all he could about the man he was going to share his wife with. Cal just shrugged his shoulders and told Richard as little as possible. He was already formulating a plan, and he didn't want to volunteer any information Richard could use against him. Judy came out then, without her glasses, and Cal thought again how beautiful she was. Without a word to her husband, Judy came up to Cal and they embraced warmly. Cal took her in his arms and they kissed, hard and urgent. Cal pressed his body to Judy, felt her hard nipples boring into his chest and she felt his hard cock stabbing into her abdomen through his jeans. Suddenly, Cal felt the presence of Richard moving in behind Judy, and Cal decided it was time to take firm command of the situation. He pulled Judy away and looked at Richard. "What do you think you're doing, Dick?" Cal said. "Why, I 'm joining in," Richard said. "I mean, this is going to be a threesome, so I might as well get me a little sugar too. I don't intend to let you have all the fun." "Nobody said anything to me about a threesome," Cal said. "I'm not sure what kind of man you think I am, but it's not what you think. So here's how it's going to go tonight, Dick. This is not going to be a threesome. I don't share my women with anyone. I came up here because I was invited by a beautiful woman who wants me to make love to her. If you want to sit over in that chair, drink whiskey and watch, that's fine with me. Hell, you can even jack off for all I care. But if you make any move to join in, we're out of here." "Now, wait a minute, asshole, that's my wife you're talking about, and if I want to join in, I'll join in," Richard said harshly. "Not tonight she's not," Cal said in an even voice, staring straight into Richard's eyes. "You gave her up when you sent her into a bar unescorted and told her to pick up a stranger. Shows me you don't care about her welfare. So tonight, she's mine, and, like I said, I don't share what's mine." Richard was fuming, but he didn't want to cause a scene, and something in Cal's manner made him hesitant to push the issue. So he turned and sat down hard on the chair by the window. Cal turned his attention back to Judy then. Normally, he didn't like the idea of having sex with someone watching, but now he was determined to show this prick what he was throwing away. He gathered her in his arms again, kissing her deeply, with lots of tongue. After a minute or so, he broke the connection and slid his tongue down her jawline, down her neck, then he quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Stepping back for a moment, he stared as the sides of the shirt fell away, exposing her tits. As he'd expected, they were a fine pair, nice and firm, with little pink nipples that looked like pencil erasers. He eased the blouse off her shoulders then bent down and captured one nipple in his mouth. He lightly sucked the pink flesh, as he gently massaged the swell of the other breast. Then he switched and gave the other breast the same treatment he'd given the first one. Judy groaned in pleasure as she felt the soft touch of Cal's tongue on her nipples, and she wrapped her hands in his hair to hold him to her. As he nursed on Judy's nipples, Cal reached down, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Again, he stepped back and drank in the sight. She stood there, clad in just a skimpy pair of black panties, an expectant look on her face. Judy fully expected Cal to simply lay her back, put his cock in her and fuck her. That's the way Richard did it, and since he was the only man she'd ever had, she figured that was how sex went. She was in for a delightful surprise. Cal leisurely pulled off his shirt, dropped his jeans and stepped out of his boxers. He walked up to Judy, took her hands and guided them to his body. "Touch me," he whispered into her ear. "Touch me and get to know me. See how much you turn me on." Judy ran her hands over Cal's naked torso, until she came to his butt. She lingered there, squeezing his cheeks like loaves of bread, feeling the tightness of him, the meatiness of his flesh. But she could feel something else that she wanted. Like magic, her hands slid around to his front and she wrapped her hands around his cock, softly massaging its length. She could tell that it was bigger than Richard's, by a couple of inches, and it was leaking profusely. Richard sat back with a smug smile and watched his wife stroke this stranger. He was already anticipating hot nights back home, when he'd bring in men who would gangbang his little bitch. He'd turn her into a true slut, a cock-crazy cum whore who would do anything he told her to do, just so long as she got her dose of semen. He unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his pants, freeing his hard cock. He stroked it lightly, feeling the pre-cum ooze from the tip to coat the crown. "Why don't you get down on your knees and suck him," Richard said. "Excuse me?" Cal said, looking over at Richard with disdain. "I'm driving this bus, and I've got a better idea." Cal reached down and slid his fingers into Judy's panties as he bent down to kiss her once again. After coming up for air, he slid his tongue around to her left ear and licked softly. Judy growled as spikes of pleasure pounded through her body. Blind Draw "I hope you're ready, darling, because I'm going to take you on a trip to paradise," he whispered in her ear. "Mmmmmm, I'm ready," Judy said softly. Cal laid her gently on the bed on her back then crawled down between her open legs. He reached under her butt and slowly slid her panties off her legs. He gazed down at the prize he'd just won, a pretty pussy, framed by an unruly mass of darkish blonde curls. He slid his fingers between Judy's lips and opened her up. She was wet and hot, with a nicely framed hole that was fairly drooling. He ran a finger up her furrow a couple of times, stopping at the top to circle her clit several times. "Gwaaaa!" Judy exclaimed as her lust climbed ever higher. She was a fast track to a climax just from the slow, gentle way Cal was touching her. Again, Cal ran his finger up her slit, circled her clit, then worked it back down before sliding it into her hole. Judy groaned heavily as Cal slowly, deliberately finger-fucked her. He used his thumb to work her clit in a circular motion as he quickly added a second finger in her soupy pie. Richard took a swallow of his drink and fidgeted impatiently. Was this asshole ever going to fuck her? It seemed like all he was interested in was touching his wife, when what he should be doing was pounding the shit out of her. But Cal wasn't that way. He was having a fine time just using his hands to explore Judy's body, and he was about to up the ante. Abruptly, he slid down the bed, pressed his face to Judy's pussy and slashed his tongue right up her slot, ending with a nice curl up to her clit, which he tongue lashed for a good 10 seconds before sliding his mouth down and clamping it onto her clenching hole. "AYYYY!" Judy squealed and writhed on the bed as she felt the sudden oral assault. This was a complete surprise. Richard had never before gone down on her, claiming it was dirty, although he had no such compunction about making Judy suck his cock. Cal, however, was diving in like he'd done it plenty of times, lapping at her labia, boring into her hole, sucking her clit. He did it all and Judy jerked and moaned heavily as her orgasm reached critical mass. With a loud cry and several high-pitched squeaks, Judy convulsed in the most profound sexual experience of her life, a full-body, all-consuming climax the likes of which she'd never had before. "Unnnnnnh, God! Cal!" Judy wailed. "Fuck me! Please! I need it!" Cal was ready too. He got up on his knees and got into position. He rubbed the head of his cock between her labia several times then pushed it into Judy's waiting cunt. Slowly, he pushed forward with his hips, burying his bone in her pussy as Judy jerked underneath him. Judy now expected it to go like it always went, five minutes or less of furious humping, ending with a wet climax and her being left high and dry. But Cal just kept working his cock slowly, methodically, making sure he found and hit all of her internal hot spots. And when he found one, he circled his cock on that spot several times before moving on to the next one. Judy responded with the kind of enthusiastic abandon she'd never displayed for her husband. She wrapped her legs around his waist, worked her hips up in rhythm to Cal's inward thrusts and kept up a continuing vocal reaction. "Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck meeeee!" she wailed as another, even stronger orgasm build to a white-hot intensity. Sweat glistened from their bodies as they worked as one. Cal bent down and laid fully on Judy's body, their arms entwined as they kissed ravenously, all the wanton pleasure sizzling back and forth as their tongues worked like swordsmen. "Oh, baby, you are so good, so sexy, so beautiful," Cal whispered in Judy's ear. That did it for Judy. Hearing Cal telling her that she was sexy and beautiful provided the spark that lit the fuse on another roaring climax, as she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around her new man, threw her head back and screamed in orgiastic ecstasy. Richard's cock was an iron bar as he stared open-mouthed at his wife and her lover. His fist was working furiously as he watched Cal's cock churning in her pussy and listened to the liquid sluicing as Cal's cock found places in Judy's cunt he'd never visited, as Cal took Judy to a high he'd never come close to getting her to. Cal could feel the delicious friction of his sweaty body sliding over Judy's equally sweaty body as he held on for dear life, keeping his cock motoring at a steady pace. He could feel his control starting to slip as he felt the rusty tingle of orgasm, but he was hoping to get another climax out of Judy before he surrendered his load. And Judy was close, as her delirious moans were telling him. He picked up the pace then, grunting as he worked his cock back and forth with a passion he hadn't felt with a woman in a long time. Again, he brought his lips close to Judy's ear. "That's it, baby. That's it, lover," he cooed. "Let yourself go, surrender to the feeling, give me your love, give it to me. Come on, you're almost there." "Yessssssss! Yesssssss!" Judy hissed. "Make me your lover, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme, dooooooo ... unh ... it!" With a sharp shudder, Judy's body went rigid for one second, two seconds, three seconds, then she exploded. Her body thrashed and she threw her head in every direction as the powerful sensations wracked her body. That was more than even Cal could handle. He gasped, then grunted hard, buried his head in Judy's shoulder and his cock as deep as he could in her pussy, and cut loose with a volcano of molten hot cum. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" he panted as he emptied himself in her womb. They held each other in a death grip, their mouths frantic in their need to be together, to communicate their lust. Richard had hoped he could hold off his own orgasm in order to get sloppy seconds, but the awesome sight on the bed rendered that hope futile. He swore as a jet of cum exploded out of his cock and splattered on his stomach. When it was finished, he slumped back in the chair, drained. He closed his eyes for only a second, it seemed like, but the powerful climax and the amount of whiskey he had drunk that night hit him then, and he was quickly sound asleep. He awoke to a pounding noise in his head and light streaming through the window. He opened his eyes and glanced toward the bed. For a second it didn't register, but suddenly his eyes flew open and he stood up quickly, only to sit down just as quickly as the room began to spin. But when he regained his equilibrium, he stared at the bed, which was empty. Then, he thought, OK, she's just in the bathroom. Even a blind girl can find a bathroom in a hotel room, he surmised. He stood up slower this time and that's when he realized that Judy and her meager belongings were gone. It was Cal who had noticed that Richard had passed out. His orgasm finally abated, after a long time of clenching his cock to squeeze out little afterbursts of cum as Judy clenched her pussy to help him. Judy's heart was soaring from the ecstasy she'd just experienced. Every nerve ending on her body was tingling from the glow of the most unbelievable feeling she'd ever had. She wanted more of this, much more. Cal had opened up a whole new world for Judy, and she was ready to plunge right in. Cal rolled off Judy's body onto his back, gathering her in his arms, and that's when he saw Richard with his head thrown back and his mouth open. He knew opportunity when he saw it. "Judy?" he said softly. "Richard is asleep. He passed out." "That figures," Judy said. "Oh well, that just gets him out of the way for awhile." "Judy, I have to ask you the most important question you'll ever have to ponder," Cal said. "I want you to think about this carefully." "Think about what?" Judy said. "You, me, us," Cal said. "And him." "What about him?" Judy said. "Do you love him?" Cal said. "Richard?" Judy said. "Not a chance. Never have. My father told me that if I didn't marry Richard that he'd put me out of the house on my own. I think he was tired of supporting me and by then he had a girlfriend who could do the housekeeping chores I'd been doing since my mom had died when I was 19. I'd always been conditioned to think that I couldn't make it without someone to take care of me. So I said yes when Richard asked me to marry him. And I must say, he didn't show his violent side until after the wedding." "Would you like to get away from him?" Cal said. "What are you talking about?" Judy said. Suddenly, Cal jumped up and climbed out of bed. "Come on!" he said softly, but urgently, pulling Judy up with him. "Get dressed quickly, get your things together and let's get out of here. I want more of this, so do you, and I don't want to have to worry about Sleeping Beauty over there." Judy didn't hesitate. She got up, felt around for some shorts and a T-shirt, slipped them on, slid her tennis shoes on her feet, stuffed her things in her one overnight bag, grabbed her cane and softly followed Cal out the door. Cal led her to the elevator, then they took it up to his floor. Once they got into his room, they embraced again. Judy was giggly, like a little kid as she kissed Cal feverishly. She didn't want to ever leave him. Cal chuckled warmly as he finally got Judy calmed down. He fixed them both a large drink, straight Sprite, and handed Judy hers. "Thanks," she said, after she'd gulped down most of it. "I didn't realize how thirsty I was." "Lovemaking can be pretty hard work when it's done right," Cal said. "Anyway, here's what I wanted to talk to you about. I didn't want to say too much back there, because I wasn't sure how much your husband could hear, and I don't want him to have any clue, until it's a done deal." "Until what's a done deal?" Judy said. "Judy, do you really want to go back to Richard?" Cal asked. "Think about it carefully, because once you leave him, there's no going back. Not to him. He'll kill you." "No. No, I don't," Judy replied after pondering the matter for a minute or so. "Think carefully now," Cal warned. "If you leave him, you'll also have to leave your family behind. You father's already demonstrated that he doesn't have your best interests at heart. If you leave with me, you can never go back." "What do you mean, if I leave with you?" Judy said excitedly. "Do you mean it? Would you really take me with you?" Cal nodded then shook himself in amusement as he remembered who he was addressing. He pulled Judy up and gathered her in his arms. "Judy, I've known you for all of about three hours, maybe less, and I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Cal said. "I've never had anyone, not even my ex-wife, who has burned herself on my soul the way you have. If you're willing to take a great leap of faith, I'm willing to help you get away from Richard and take you back to Colorado with me. We'll stay here long enough for you to file divorce papers, which can be done first thing tomorrow." "Oh Cal!" Judy hugged his neck hard and kissed him just as hard. "You can take me anywhere you want. I love you, I love you, I love you." "Judy, I love you too," Cal said. "Now, how far did you say it was to where you live?" "A couple of hours," Judy said. "Why?" "Well, it's right at midnight," he said. "We could be at your place by 2 o'clock, get all of your things together by 3 o'clock, be back here by 5 o'clock. A couple of hours rest and we could be at a lawyer's office by 8 a.m., 9 at the latest, and we could have it all done before Richard even wakes up. What do you think?" "I think we're wasting time," Judy said. "Let's go!" 18 MONTHS LATER Judy and Cal lay naked on an old quilt in front of the fire in the large stone fireplace at Cal's cabin in the mountains outside of Denver. During the week, they lived in his apartment in the city, but they spent their weekends and other days off at his cabin in a secluded area well into the country. It was the week before Christmas and they were taking some time off to spend alone together at the cabin before the final holiday rush. Cal was running his hands softly down her back and Judy was purring in contentment. Suddenly, Judy turned toward her husband. "God, I never get tired of you," she said in wonderment. "You are the best man in the world." "You're full of it, but I love you anyway," Cal said with a laugh. They kissed then, in much the same way they had the first night they met, tenderly but with an underlying passion. They had spent the day skiing, a delightful surprise for Judy, who never dreamed she could do something like that. They had stayed on the easiest slopes, but still, it was a day to remember for Judy. Afterwards they had walked through the crowded streets in the town adjacent to the ski resort. Judy took in everything with her other working senses, the sounds of carols playing from the shops, the smells of the pines and firs, the taste of the snowflakes on her tongue. It was all a delightful revelation to a blind woman who had never before traveled more than 100 miles from the sleepy Southern town she'd come from. They had finished the day with a romantic meal at a fine restaurant, grilled rainbow trout and a cold bottle of white wine, then they had come home, built a fire, showered, and were laid back relaxing in preparation for love. The previous year and a half had been a whirlwind of activity, and it seemed like everything had cascaded into a blossoming life for Judy. After getting back to the hotel that morning, they had showered and dressed, then she had gone with Cal to sit down with his client. The man was an old friend of Cal's with lots of contacts in the city. He had taken one look at Judy and recommended a friend of his who he said was the best divorce attorney in Atlanta. The lawyer also took a look at Judy's face, which still showed clear evidence of bruising, listened to her story and quickly drew up the papers. The divorce petition would be filed early that afternoon and Richard would be served later in the day back in his hometown. Richard hadn't known that as he frantically showered, dressed and stormed down to the lobby searching for his wife and lover. What was the guy's name? Definitely Cal, but the last name eluded him, then he realized he'd never learned the man's last name, where he was from or anything about him. The only thing he knew was that he'd talked Judy into going off with him, and he'd have to pay for that. But how? The front desk wouldn't help him, even if he had known the man's last name. He went back up to the room, thinking that surely Judy would have come to her senses by now. But by checkout time, she hadn't returned, and he couldn't afford to stay another night, so fuming and cursing all the way, he drove alone back to his house. He was stunned when he walked in the door and saw that all of Judy's things had disappeared. Apparently, while he had been passed out on a chair in a hotel room in Atlanta, Judy and her new lover had slipped away, returned to the house, packed up her things – such as they were – and had vanished. He was halfway through a bottle of Jim Beam when the process server arrived at his door with the divorce papers. Judy had asked for nothing from him except her freedom, citing mental cruelty and physical abuse as her grounds for divorce. After Cal completed his business that day, with Judy dutifully waiting or occasionally listening with great interest, they returned to his room, where they made love, then crashed for the night, utterly exhausted. If their lovemaking that day was nothing like the intensity of their first coupling, in many ways, for Judy, it meant more. Cal proved that his slow, loving hand hadn't been the act of a man just out for a piece of ass. He loved her, and he told her so, over and over. The next morning, they showered together, then they had driven to the airport. Cal couldn't get her a ticket on his scheduled flight, so he got his flight changed to one where they could travel together. Then they got on the plane for Denver. Before leaving, they had boxed up the few personal effects Judy had taken from her house that couldn't be put on the plane and mailed them to Cal's address in Colorado. Thus, Judy had no reason to ever go back to Georgia, and she'd never looked back. For awhile after she got settled in with Cal in Denver, she played the housekeeper, but soon she started taking an interest in Cal's business. She had a quick mind that was well ordered, something she'd had to learn as a blind person, and she soon started showing up at his office on a regular basis. She was especially interested in architecture for the handicapped, and she showed a flair for design. Richard and Judy's family tried everything they could to find out where Judy had gone, but they had no leads and had no clue where to look. Richard had tried to get the police involved by arguing that Cal had kidnapped his wife, but once they got a look at the divorce petition, they brushed him off. After the divorce was finalized, Richard's drinking escalated and his behavior became more erratic, until one night he was arrested for a DUI. He lost his job, and subsequently lost his house when the bank foreclosed. He was reduced to working as a day laborer and living in an old trailer park, spending his days and nights cursing Judy and "that bastard she ran off with." A week after Judy received official notice that her divorce from Richard was final, she and Cal went to visit a minister he was friends with and talked to him about marrying them. Judy became Judy Davidson six months after she and Cal first met. They were both pleased at the response from Cal's first wife and his kids to his relationship with Judy. They had long hoped and prayed that he would find a good woman to share his life with and to make him happy. And they liked Judy from the start. Cal had made some mistakes in his first marriage, but he had learned from those mistakes and he had atoned for those mistakes. He had been a good father to the kids and a gracious ex-husband to their mother. As soon as she was his wife, Cal put Judy on his medical plan and set about looking for a doctor who could help Judy with her blindness. As far as he was concerned, money was no object, and if there was any way to restore Judy's sight, Cal was prepared to pay for it. As it turned out, there was nothing that could be done. Judy's blindness was permanent and irreversible. Nevertheless, the consultations with the ophthalmologist had produced positive results. Cal had learned as much as he could about blindness and living with someone who was blind, and Judy was astounded to learn just how much she could do in spite of her handicap. She realized just how despicable Richard and her father had been for constantly telling her she had no worth because she couldn't see. Hearing Cal say she could do anything she put her mind to was one thing, but hearing it from a doctor drove it home for her. With Cal's encouragement, she had started going out about the world by herself, something she never would have done before. In fact, just the day before she had spent the afternoon alone some place special, and she had a surprise for her husband. But that could wait. Judy brought her lips to Cal's and they kissed hotly, their arms caressing each other. Cal rolled onto his back and brought Judy on top of him, feeling the heat of her body and the heat of the fire combine to cover him with a warm glow. After a few minutes of furious necking, Cal got Judy to roll back onto her stomach. He produced a bottle of scented oil and poured a liberal amount all over her back. The bottle had been sitting near the fireplace and the oil was nice and warm. Blind Draw "Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good," Judy purred as Cal began to rub the oil into her skin. He massaged her back in ever-widening circles until he was kneading her butt. He slid both thumbs down the crack of her ass and gently rimmed her anus just enough to get it a little bit slick. He arched his eyebrows when Judy didn't flinch and back away from his tentative probe of her backside, but he didn't want to push it. Then he poured more oil on her back and worked his way back up to her shoulders. When Judy's back was nice and oily, he had her turn over on her back. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight up, her arousal already sitting on high. He poured some oil over her chest and worked his hands over her breasts, then down over her stomach to her abdomen. He dripped a little bit of oil on each thigh and worked her legs over as far down as her knees. Judy was squirming and rubbing her legs together to get some friction on her pussy. She was so hoping he'd touch her there, and bring her to a climax, but she trusted Cal in all things related to love, and he knew he'd soon make her howl with lust. Finally, he worked his hands back up her body, then bent down and kissed her, lightly at first, but soon with a deep passion. He never tired of pleasing this woman who was so giving of her love and so grateful for the love he offered her in return. "My turn," Judy said, as Cal lay on his stomach while she got up on her knees beside him. Cal knew he was in for a real treat, because Judy had the most expressive, most sensuous hands he'd ever encountered in a woman, which made sense. She used her hands as her eyes, and she was extraordinarily gifted with the ability to read and feel with them. She poured oil over his back and used her delightful hands all over, down to his buttocks. She thought about using her fingers on his ass, as he'd done for her earlier, but she decided she wasn't quite ready for that. She then turned Cal over on his back and massaged his chest, his stomach and his thighs, just as he had with her. His cock bobbing hot, hard and ready, and Judy could sense its urgency, but she kept her hands away for the moment. Cal was ready to turn the heat up, however, and he gently maneuvered Judy until she was straddling his head. He pulled her hips down until her pussy made contact with his lips, then started licking and sucking her like a man dying of thirst. Judy, too, was ready, and the moment Cal set about using his mouth on her, she bent over until she felt his cock brush against her cheek. She gripped it at the base and slid the head into her mouth. Quickly, the den was filled with the liquid sounds of mouths working at a fever pitch. Judy was sliding her pussy all over Cal's mouth, humping on his tongue as the lustful sensations crackled at a white-hot pitch. Her cunt was now framed by a well-trimmed bush, instead of the unruly mass of hair she'd had there when they first met. That made it easier and cleaner for Cal, who loved to get his mouth on Judy's hot, wet cunt. And Cal was subtly working his cock up and down in Judy's mouth, giving her as much as she could take, not a bit more. Judy had hated giving Richard head, because he'd always been so crude with it, forcing her to do it just about anywhere, any time, then ramming it into her throat without regard for her comfort. But Cal had showed her how to make love to his cock with her mouth, and she loved pleasing him that way. She had even learned to like it when he came in her mouth, but that's not what she wanted tonight, and before either of them got to the point of no return, Judy pulled herself off Cal's face and slid down his body. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she turned around so they were face-to-face, aimed his cock for her wide-open pussy and slid down the shaft until he was in to the hilt. They both groaned in ecstasy as Judy began to work her hips up and down on Cal, his cock filling her just right. Cal wrapped his hands on her slippery hips, guiding her as she rode him slowly and sensually. As always, Cal made sure to hit all of the hot spots he now knew by heart, and Judy worked her body around with abandon to make sure those spots got adequate and regular attention. Cal added to her tactile response by reaching up and fondling her dangling breasts, working his hands over her slick flesh and rolling her nipples around in a methodical motion. Judy had already been on a short fuse, and it didn't take much of that before she felt her orgasm sizzle through her body. She shuddered several times, until the wave subsided. She knew then that it was time. She reached down again to grip Cal's cock at the base, then lifted her hips up until his dick popped free from her angry red pussy. "What?" Cal started. "Shhhhhh," Judy hushed him softly. "My treat." Judy moved her body forward just slightly, then put the throbbing purple head of Cal's cock to her anus. Her eyes were closed tight as she slowly opened her ass to him. Suddenly, his head popped past her sphincter as she slowly let him fill her rectum, lowering her hips until she had every bit of him. Cal just laid back and wallowed in the exquisite feeling of Judy's ass on his cock as she rode him in a slow rolling motion, her moans spurring him to new heights of sensation. He knew indeed what a treat this was, because anal sex had been something Richard has used in a brutal way, as a way of traumatizing her, of controlling her, of hurting her. For a long time, just the thought of it had terrified her. So for her to willingly let him fuck her ass let Cal know that she trusted him completely, that she was willing to give him all of herself. "Oh, baby," Cal chanted as Judy worked his cock back and forth, and in and out of her hot velvet ass. She couldn't believe the sensations that were flowing through her body from the way his cock was massaging the inside of her rectum, how good it felt when her ass was open and relaxed. They might have been willing to go like that all night, but Cal's cock and Judy's ass quickly demanded an accounting, and soon Cal was lurching up with his hips and Judy was slamming down with hers, working his cock hard and fast in her super-slick, super-hot ass. Cal could feel the rusty itch in his scrotum that spoke of a dire need to come, to baste his bride's ass with his scalding-hot cum. And Judy could feel the electricity flowing from her groin as another explosive climax came to a head in her body. Gasping, groaning, panting and purring, they hurtled to the finish, and they got there almost simultaneously. As Judy's body was hit with the waves of orgasmic sensation, Cal threw his cock up one final time and spewed a hot load of thick cum deep in Judy's bowels. As he fired off his orgasm, Cal pulled Judy down and they kissed hard, lavishing their love one to the other with their lips and tongues, as their bodies jerked together in the heated afterglow of hot lust. When it was over, Judy rolled to the side, then snuggled to Cal in utter contentment. She ran her hands softly over his chest, as they finally got their breathing under control. "Wow, that was some surprise," Cal exclaimed. "Quite unexpected, in fact." "You're welcome," Judy said. "I've wanted to do that for awhile, but I needed to find the right time. That wasn't the surprise I've been talking about all day, however." "Oh?" Cal said. "Is this something I'm going to like, or is it something else?" "I think you'll like this surprise," Judy said. "Remember, I took the afternoon off yesterday, but didn't tell you where I was going?" "Yeah, I wondered about that," Cal said. "I thought it was a little out of character, and I was a little worried about you. I know you can take care of yourself, but there's always going to be that little kernel of concern." "I appreciate that, and I appreciate your willingness to let me go out alone," Judy said. "Anyway, I went to see a doctor." "About your eyes?" Cal said. "No, silly, an obstetrician," she said. "I missed my period last month, and when I was late again last week I knew. The doctor confirmed it yesterday. How do you feel about being a father again?" Cal was speechless as he tried to digest the news. He knew Judy couldn't see it, but a long slow grin creased his face. She may not have seen it, but she could sure sense it as he pulled her to him and kissed her joyously. "Oh my God, oh my God," Cal just kept repeating as they laughed together. He knew he had been given a great gift, a second chance to experience love, marriage and family, and this time he wasn't going to throw it away. "Merry Christmas, my love," Judy said as she drifted into a peaceful slumber in the arms of the man she loved. She knew her strong, loving second husband would carry her to bed when the time came, and she was content to curl up in front of the dying fire and fall into an easy, restful sleep. As she did, she thought about the ironic twist her life had taken. She still had trouble believing how happy she could be after all the pain and misery she'd endured before her weak, hateful first husband had foolishly pushed her into sex with a stranger. By God's grace, that stranger had turned out to be a compassionate man who had seen the beauty inside the rough, terrified exterior and who had been willing to take a chance on giving her that happiness. God had tossed Judy a lifeline, and her blindness hadn't prevented her from seeing it, grabbing hold of it and letting it pull her out of despair into the light of a new day. Blind Drive I was blindfolded, but I could still feel the dimensions of the room, its height, width, the amount of furniture pushed against the walls. My heels made a hollow knock against the hardwood floor as he gently led me to the center of the room. "Are you cold?" he asked as he brushed his hand up against my bare arm. I shook my head no, barely able to speak. "But you are shivering?" he asked rather than stated. I smiled...hands tied behind my back, nothing on but a blindfold and thin black panties...how could I not be shivering? I was so excited I thought I would break free of my ropes in the car...I was excited the minute he walked into the kitchen after dropping the children off at a friends house, still dirty from work, hazel eyes up to something. He had thrown a brown grocery bag at me. "Go upstairs and put this on and come back down." Oh my! How could I not comply? Inside had been a tight black sweater, silky black underwear and simple but sexy ankle-strap heels. I put everything on and came downstairs. He was standing by the door. I could see the exhaust rising from his truck in the driveway. "Where are you going??" I asked, annoyed that he'd dress me up and then leave to get smokes. "We are going someplace together... someplace cool." he smiled and pulled a long thin black cloth from his pocket. "Turn around" he added. I did and he held the cloth over my eyes and tied it tightly around the back of my head. "Don't worry. You'll see." I then felt the familiar rub of nylon cord against my wrists as he bound my hands behind my back with expert knots. I was shaking. I was consumed with curiosity and excitement, but a little afraid at what he had in mind as he gently held my arm and led me outside into the cold winter evening, helping me into the passenger seat of his truck. The ride lasted about 20 minutes, but I felt every bump, stop and curve, trying to mentally navigate in my head where he was driving. Imagining other drivers catching a glimpse of me blindfolded made me hot, and my pussy ached for any meager touch. My mind raced in a million directions...Would he take me to a hotel room for a weekend away? Would he drop me off in the middle of town like this? Would he just bring me back home and do terribly dirty things to me on my livingroom floor? The truck stopped and he gently led me out, my shoes crunching against fresh snow. I could hear the wind in the trees and the distant hum of an engine...the air was crisp and fresh smelling like balsam fir. We walked up a few wooden steps and then I heard a door open and he led me inside. This was not my house. I panicked a little. "Ummm, where are we?" I leaned against him. "Trust me" he replied kissing my cheek."Everything is OK." I took a deep breathe and walked inside. I was obviously standing in a high-ceilinged room. It echoed. It also smelled of woodsmoke and I could hear a fire crackling somewhere in the room. I could feel the space around me so knew I was in the middle of the room. He untied my hands briefly and removed me sweater. "Much better." he said. My breasts were exposed to the world, to this big empty strange room. I waited, I shivered, I ached. Suddenly a touch. His lips on my right nipple. Like an electric shock straight to my clit I moaned and laughed, "Wow!" The sensory deprivation opened up my nerves and the sensation of his tongue flicking my nipple was intense. He moved to the left one and sucked on it hard, knowing my body after years together. He wrapped one arm around me and held me from falling, supporting me as he teased me, from one breast to the other. He knew what that did to me and I could feel the wetness between my legs, aching and wanting him to slide his fingers inside me. He suddenly stopped. "Now your nipples are perfect." He rolled them between his fingertips and then stepped away. I gasped. "Oh no" I said sadly, but smiling. I heard him laugh and then walk away across the room. A creak and scraping of a chair against the floor. "You look great like that tied up and waiting for sex." "Well, why don't you do something about it! I can't wait all day." I replied, wanting his hands on me. He laughed and then I heard a click... A click and a sound of metal and lock and wood...the door. I stiffened. It was quiet again. I could feel him across the room from me and I started to take a step in his direction. "No." he said. I could tell he was smiling "Trust me. Its ok." I stopped walking and stood where I was. I heard footsteps on the floor. The air in the room changed. It was a man. I could tell. He stopped behind me and stood still. I stood straight in front of him and the other man, visibly shaking, my nipples hard, my ass barely covered by the panties, a stranger behind me, my husband sitting in a chair mere feet away, not knowing what to do. I felt a touch, a hand, a warm palm against my back. I leaned back into its comfort. He held it there then slowly slid it down my spine and up again, up over both shoulders. Now another hand, two hands moving along my back. I smiled. I was loving it. He was right. It was ok. "Check her out" he said suddenly. I knew he was watching this scene in front of him. The hands went away and I could feel the other man walking in front of me, then silence. I was exposed, being visually devoured by men I couldn't see. Then movement and lips on my neck. I gasped...tongue on my earlobe sucking, tongue along my lips. I hungrily kissed back but the man seemed intent on doing what he pleased and kept moving his mouth to other parts of my body. His hands found my breasts and he cradled them in his hands as he sucked on my nipples. "She likes that kind of hard." he said from the chair. "I do" I replied, and the man obliged, sucking my nipples hard, licking each breast, making me wetter and wetter. I was getting greedy. I wanted to touch this guy feel his face, guess who he was, but the rope held and I just squirmed and wiggled, knowing that I was stuck for now. He got up from the chair and stood behind me. "Having fun?" he asked. "Yup" I said, unable to make words into sentences. The man in front kissed and licked my belly, then moved down. "Open your legs more" he said as he slid his hands down my back over my ass. I did and I felt the other man's hands on my thighs. My pussy was hot, I rolled my hips toward him aching to feel his breath against my thighs, clit, belly. The man's hands slid up between my legs as he, behind me, rubbed my ass and back. 4 warm hands on me. I almost fainted.... The man in front slipped a hand under the fabric of my underwear and slid his fingers along my slit, grazing my clit and feeling the wetness of my pussy. My knees buckled and I gasped. His fingers were thick, worker's hands...I wondered if he was one of the guys he worked with, but which one? He hadn't spoken a word and I couldn't touch him. All that mattered now was the feel of him moving back and forth against me, his fingers circling my clit then dipping down, teasing me, almost sliding inside me, but not quite. I heard him laugh behind me. He was kissing my neck now breathing into my skin, his hands sliding over my body. The feel of two men working me was amazing. "You look so hot right now" he whispered in my ear. "Why don't you lie down?" I swooned, the blood rushing to my head. He held me under my arms while the other man held my legs and eased me onto my back. All I wanted was a cock inside me, fingers or tongue inside me. For a moment there were no hands on me and then I felt fingers slide up my thighs and pull down my underwear, over my legs and away. A pillow was slipped under my head and I could feel a soft rug beneath my naked body. Hands slid up my thighs again, meeting at my pussy. I arched my back wanting to get closer, my arms still tied and under me. "Look at her" he said. There was a muffled sound of approval from the other man, deep raspy. I could almost picture him. I wanted to smell him and taste him. The hands parted me legs until they were spread wide. A palm was held against my warm pussy. A mouth on my breast licking and sucking, fingers pinching my other nipple. Fingers then drove inside me. I moaned loudly...the ache, the build up of the night finally releasing. One finger then two sliding in and out of me slowly then faster. I heard a zip, a felt warm breath on my thigh. I gasped as a tongue lightly teased my clit, finger moving harder if not faster. I rocked myself against his mouth, his tongue rolling against me, licking me up and down. A hand against my cheek, coaxing my head to the right, then the sweet salt hardness of a cock. I was confused. Was it his or the other man's? I didn't care and took it in my mouth, holding it lightly between my teeth and I swirled my tongue around the soft round head. I knew I would come soon. They must be his fingers. he knew how to make me come. I moaned coming hard onto his hand and tongue with a cock in my mouth. A hand stroked, held my head close to his cock I couldn't move away. Hands rolled me over, pulled me up to my knees. I opened my mouth, hungry to make this man come. He held my head, running his fingers through my hair and along my neck as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. Behind me hands untied the ropes...my arms ached, but I felt let down that they would free me. "Don't take off the blindfold" he said from above me. When I was free, the man behind me pressed on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my hands and knees. I tensed up, waiting, ready to take him. He kneeled in front of me and gently teased my lips with the head of his cock. "God you love this, don't you?" he whispered. I smiled and nodded and he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. The man behind me slid his fingers inside my pussy from behind and I rocked back onto them a few times before he moved away and I soon felt the tip of his cock against me. "You are so wet" the man said. I froze. I didn't recognize the voice. "Relax" he said and slid a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit in circles, the head of his cock pressing against me, I rolled my hips a little against him and he sunk himself deeper inside me, still barely inside. His cock was still in my mouth. I concentrated on the man slowly fucking me, but was then distracted by the cock against my lips. I rocked back and ran the man's cock all the way inside me. He moaned and held my hips. I couldn't believe I had two cocks inside me. I felt so dirty and gorgeous at the same time. The man behind me began to fuck me hard, holding my hips, every so often reaching down to rub my clit. I knew I could make him come soon. I reach up and cupped his balls in my hand then stroked him. "Come on my face" I whispered, and licked him with strong strokes. The man behind me was pounding me hard. I could feel myself getting closer to coming each time he pressed into me. I was sweating and moaning, completely unaware of myself, how I sounded or how I looked. I began to come and suddenly he pulled away and hands flipped me over onto my back. I almost shouted with anger but suddenly my mask was removed. I blinked up at the ceiling...wood beams, a ceiling fan...and then both of them...my husband, hard cock in hand stroking himself over me. I turned to the right and saw him then, the other man...his cock wet with me, his hand working himself. I didn't know him. I had never seen him before. I smiled up at his face and he smiled back as he slid his cock between my lips. My husband moved my hands between my legs. "Time for you to show off for us."he said. I ran my fingers over my clit and knew I would come in a matter of seconds. I alternated sucking each man's cock, watching them watch me. I fucked myself with two finger while rubbing my clit with my other hand and came hard with my husband's cock in my my mouth...the other man's come hitting my cheeks and forehead as I did. My husband moved down between my legs and slid into me, finishing me off, coming hard and deep inside me while the other man watched. I caught my breath, wrapping my legs around him, kissing his shoulders and neck, looking up at the other man. He smiled. "I don't know you." I said matter of factly. He laughed and stood, reaching for his jeans on the chair behind him. My husband stood and helped me to my feet. I looked at him, wondering where he had found this guy, where he had come up with this plan and how he had put it all into play without my knowledge. I pulled on my sweater and watched both men dress. My husband handed me a pair of neatly folded jeans. "I thought you might want these for the ride home." The men laughed and joked some more, before they moved furniture back in place, repositioning pillows and rugs, clicking off lights. They seemed to know each other, but I could not connect the stranger to our life in any way. "Ready?" he said, holding open the door for me. I glanced back at the other man. "You coming?" I asked. He grinned. "Nope. This is my place." I looked around the room once more, surprised. Then he added with a smirk, "Feel free to stop by any time." My husband raised his eyebrows at me and shrugged. The drive home was silent as I unwound our route and realized where we had been.