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Choices

By: Ray Dario



Ray walked into the room with an almost sadistic smile on his face and a large brown manila envelope in his hand. He was not a tall man, only about five foot nine inches tall, but he was built sturdily. He was not fat by any means but well built and he worked out five days a week at his companies club to keep himself that way. Ray had auburn hair that he always kept trimmed short, fair skin that only had a light tan and brown eyes that tended to go black when he was angry. His eyes were jet black now and narrowed.

Cindy, Ray's wife, was sitting on their couch watching a television program when he came in. She was shorter than Ray, only about five foot three inches tall but she weighed maybe ten pounds more. Cindy was Hispanic and she had the classic beauty of Hispanic women. She had striking black hair that flowed down to around her waist and large dark eyes. Her skin was a deep brown without any noticeable blemishes. Her breasts were large with very large nipples that stood erect when she was aroused. Her hips were full and rounded and her ass was pleasingly plump. Her belly was soft and padded but she was not grossly fat, just very pleasantly rounded.

Cindy didn't look up when Ray entered the room and he stood and studied her carefully. In just a few minutes their marriage would be very different. Cindy was about to have to make a choice. A very difficult choice, and Ray was not going to make it any easier for her. He walked over to the television and turned it off.

"Hey! Ray I was watching that." Cindy hissed at him and then she noticed his smile and his eyes and quickly went quiet. She knew that look and that look meant trouble. Ray had many moods but of them all this one was the most dangerous.

"Cindy, my wife, we have some choices to make." Ray said softly, bringing the envelope he was carrying up in front of him and opening it slowly. He paused, giving himself time to draw a single photograph from the envelope, and began studying it carefully. "We could say that this was a mistake, a lapse of judgment on your part. An error that could be corrected with time, counseling, and work." Ray studied the picture he was holding as he spoke, turning the picture to peer at it from several angles. "To do this would require that we both admit guilt and work to resolve our problems." He casually tossed the photo down on the coffee table in front of his wife.

As soon as she saw the picture Cindy gasped and stared at it feeling that her world was collapsing around her. The photograph clearly showed her in the throws of passion with her latest lover. The man in the pictures was laying on his back sucking furiously at one of her large breasts while she rode him. It was clear from both of their expressions that they were in the heat of sexual passion. In five years of marriage Cindy had had nine lovers. This one was just the latest. She couldn't help herself. When a man was forceful she had no power to resist him. Ray was usually not forceful with her, in fact it was usually her that controlled their relationship. That was not what she wanted or needed.

Ray pulled another photo from the envelope and began to study it as he spoke. "Or we could get a very nasty divorce. Of course these photographs would then find themselves reproduced many times and sent to the most embarrassing people. In the divorce you would end up with very little of our wealth due to the incriminating evidence. You would survive it of course, and I'm sure that your family would forgive you in time even if they never forgave me." Again he tossed the photo down onto the table in front of her.

This picture was also of her and her lover but from a different angle and clearly showed her lovers cock going into her cunt. 

Cindy shuddered and then spoke. "How, how did you get these?" she asked.

"Shut up!" Ray roared, the sheer force of his voice pushing Cindy back into the couch. "You will not speak until I tell you to speak or this conversation ends and so does our marriage."

Cindy stared at Ray intently for just a second. She had never seen him so angry, so controlling, so forceful. If he had been like this earlier in their marriage she might have never began fucking around on him. Now because of what she had done she might lose him and despite her sleeping around she did love Ray. She had always loved Ray since the day they had met but she knew Ray well enough to know that the first option was not really possible. Once he got angry, working things out peacefully was not Ray's style. she had seen him destroy men in business when they angered him. She knew that he would not simply forgive her and that left a messy divorce.

Ray pulled another picture from the envelope he was holding. "Three photographs, three options?" He said once again speaking softly.'

"What was that? Three options?" Cindy thought. "What third option?"

"Hmm, could there be a third option? Do we have any options at all really?"

"Ray! I'm sorry." Cindy started to apologize but Ray quickly cut her off.

"Shut up!" he roared again. "Do not speak until I tell you to speak!"

"I thought." Cindy said quickly

"You stupid slut!" Ray said with sheer disgust in his voice as he interrupted her again. "What part of Shut up do you not understand?"

Cindy shut up and sat quietly staring at the floor. What was she going to do. Her family was devout catholic and very conservative. Her father would be disgraced, her mother appalled. Her brother might even try to hurt Ray, or kill him for what she had done and if he did Cindy knew Ray would kill him. Ray could be such a mean bastard but he had never been that way to her only to other people. And there was the money. Ray was very successful and they had more money than they could ever spend but he had said she wouldn't get it if it came to divorce. She had grown accustomed to living in luxury and didn't want to go back to being poor.

"Oh why can't I keep my legs together?" She thought. "Why can't I resist men?" 

"Look at me." Ray said quietly and Cindy looked up at him. "Keep looking at me until I tell you that you may look away." Ray took a deep breath and then continued. "The first option is obviously out. I am not even in the photos - how could I share your guilt?" Ray paused but Cindy did not answer. He smiled and then continued. "So, unless we can find a third option I guess I better go get copies of these photos made. Lots of copies." Ray smiled his sadistic smile and reached down to scoop the pictures up and slide them back into the envelope. "Unless you have a third option? You may speak if you do."

"Ray, oh Ray, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me Ray. I won't do it again. I'll do anything you ask!" she was almost babbling afraid that he would not let her talk long enough to convince him she was sorry.

"Anything I ask, Hmm. Cindy you should not promise things you don't intend to do." Ray said.

"Oh but I do mean it Ray. I do mean it. Anything you want. Anything! Really." Cindy said thinking that there might be hope yet.

Ray smiled thinly. "If I give you this chance will you let me down?" He asked his now sobbing wife.

"Oh no Ray, I'll do whatever you want." Cindy said with conviction.

Ray shook his head sadly. "No, I have no assurance of that, and you have not proven yourself to be exactly trustworthy, have you?"

"You can keep the pictures and if I ever fail then you can divorce me and send the pictures to whoever you want! Please Ray give me a chance." Cindy pleaded with her eyes.

"Well you do have a point. I don't have anything to lose by giving you one chance, but these are the rules." Ray said pulling a sheet of paper out of the envelope and handing it to her.

Cindy started reading the paper and felt her world turn upside down. If she agreed to this she would be his slave, literally. She looked at Ray and realized that if she didn't he would carry through on his threat to disgrace her. She read the full list.

Rule 1. Obey any order I give you, instantly without hesitation. 
Rule 2. You will not speak without permission. 
Rule 3. You will wear only what I tell you to wear. 
Rule 4. You will call me 'Master' whenever we are alone or whenever I instruct you to do so in public. Otherwise in public you will call me 'Ray'. 
Rule 5. Any violation of these rules will result in punishment to be determined solely by me."

Cindy finished reading the five simple rules. It was obvious that this had been Ray's goal all along. Still she had no doubt that if she did not concede he would carry through on his threat. In all the time she had known Ray he had never bluffed anyone. It was his motto of sorts to never make a bluff you weren't prepared to have called. This made him terrible at poker but now convinced her that she had no choice. "Besides." She thought. "This could be exactly what I have yearned for too."

"I'll do it." She said quietly.

"Good. Now let's go into the bedroom and get you dressed for tonight." Ray smiled. He knew that Cindy had no idea what was in store for her but he also knew she would love it. He had known for two years that she was having one affair after another. At first he had been hurt, almost destroyed and then he had worked through his feelings. He had began studying the men Cindy chose to fuck and realized they were all controllers, men who took control and had dominating personalities. He had decided then and there that he would take his wife back.

They walked into the bedroom and Cindy's eyes grew wide as she saw the items carefully laid out on the bed. There was a white silk blouse, the material so fine and soft that it shimmered in the light. Beside the blouse there was a short black skirt. Cindy didn't know just how short it would be on her but she was sure that she had never worn one quite so daring. A pair of black stockings were laid out as well as a pair of black high heeled shoes. What really drew Cindy's attention though was the leather harness with its two inch butt plug and venus vibrator. 

Ray let her look over the assortment and then said "Strip and then put it on slut! That is your outfit for tonight."

Cindy almost hesitated but she caught the look in Ray's eyes and quickly began to strip. When she was completely nude she reached for the stockings. Ray quickly barked. "No! Put on the harness first." He handed her a small bottle of anal lubricant and smiled at her expression.

Cindy had never worn a butt plug. She did enjoy anal sex if the man was small enough and as she thought about it the idea of wearing a butt plug during sex excited her. She lubricated the butt plug and then reached down between her legs to spread some of the slick liquid around her ass hole. She stepped into the harness and pulled it up between her legs and then squatted and began to push the plug into her ass. At first it hurt but she tried to relax and soon it slipped in a little. She continued to push it in until it was all the way in her ass hole then she stood up and fastened the harness around her.

Ray walked over and checked the harness and the butt plug to make sure everything was on correctly and gave a little grunt. "Good job. I didn't know you knew how to put one of these on slut!" He said to her.

"Now finish getting dressed." Ray said and stood watching as she pulled on the stockings, put the garter on and then finally slipped on the blouse and skirt. She stepped into the shoes he had laid out for her and then stood waiting for his instructions.

"Kneel down and suck my cock slut!" Ray said roughly. 

Cindy instantly moved in front of him and knelt down. She unzipped his slacks and pulled his soft cock from his pants. Even soft Ray's cock was a good seven inches long and maybe two inches across. Cindy began by holding his cock up and licking the bottom, tracing a line from his large balls to the very tip. She moved her tongue in a circle around the head of his cock and then licked back down all the way to his balls again. By the time she had finished this circuit Ray's cock was hard as a rock and now stood almost nine inches long and a full three and a half inches across. When Cindy's tongue reached the head of his cock again she sucked it into her mouth and let her tongue flick around the head.

Ray groaned and put one hand on the back of Cindy's head. He began moving his hips. Rocking them forward and then back, pushing his cock farther into Cindy's mouth until five inches were disappearing between her lips and then being pulled back out. Ray moaned again and then held her head and forced his cock all the way into her mouth. He paused momentarily when he felt the back of her throat but then pushed harder and sent his cock farther in.

Cindy gagged momentarily on Ray's big cock but regained her composure and began sucking in earnest. Ray fucked her mouth furiously now and all Cindy could do was let him and breath when he pulled out slightly. Ray pumped his cock into his wife's mouth for another five minutes and then he moaned.

"I'm gonna cum slut. Drink my cum bitch. Yeah, oh yeah!" Ray's cock began pumping his cum into Cindy's mouth and down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could but she could not keep up with the flow and soon cum began to drip out of her mouth and run down her chin. Ray finished cumming and let Cindy lick the cum from her chin and then lick around the head of his cock, cleaning him. Then he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

"Do your hair and makeup." Ray said as he walked to the door of the bedroom. "And don't take long, our reservations are for seven thirty." Ray turned and left the bedroom.

Cindy looked at the alarm clock by the bed and realized it was almost six already and then it hit her. "Reservations? Surely he did not intend for her to go out like this? Oh shit! I can't wear this damn plug for very much longer." She thought.

Cindy dressed quickly and looked in the mirror. Without a bra her nipples were almost visible through the material of the blouse and the skirt was so short that even standing up straight it barely covered the cheeks of her rounded butt. It was also loose fitting and that meant that she would have to be careful when she walked or it would bounce up and expose her to the world. She pulled the skirt down as much as she could and then brushed her long hair and pinned it back away from her face. She applied her makeup, trying hard to make herself as pretty as she could and then she went out to the living room. Already the butt plug was more than uncomfortable and she realized that she was moving her hips more than she should when she walked because of it.

Ray looked at his watch when Cindy came out of the bedroom. "Good girl. Come over here." Cindy walked over to him wondering what he was going to do. "Since you were so quick you may raise your skirt and bend over." Ray said and then waited as she did as he said. He unbuckled the strap that went between her legs and held the butt plug in place and slid the plug out gently making her groan with relief. "Now you may stand up." He said. "You have five minutes and then we will put the plug back in and go to supper."

"Ray, I mean Master, I can't wear this in public." Cindy said after straightening back up.

"Did I say you could talk slut?" Ray yelled at her and Cindy immediately looked down. 

She had forgotten that she was only allowed to talk when he told her she could. "Damn this is going to be hard." She thought.

"Answer me." Ray said quietly.

"No Master, I'm sorry." Cindy said quietly. Maybe if she could just make it through this night he would have enough of this and things could get back to normal. A part of her hoped not though.

"Bend over and lift your skirt again." Ray said. He waited for her to do as he said and then brought his hand down hard on her ass leaving an angry red hand print. "Thank me and count." He said.

"Th - Thank you Master. One" Cindy said quickly.

Ray swatted her ass again and she said "Thank you Master. Two."

This continued to the count of ten and then Ray stopped. He waited for just a few seconds and then spread Cindy's ass cheeks and roughly pushed the butt plug back into her ass. Then he fastened the strap back to hold it in place. "Now stand up." He said.

Cindy stood and let the skirt fall over her now sore ass. She had tears on her cheeks but she was trying her hardest to do everything Ray told her to do.

Ray turned her around and then reached under her skirt and flicked a small switch on the venus vibrator. It instantly came to life vibrating gently against Cindy's clit and pussy lips. "Oh!" escaped from Cindy when she realized that the butt plug was also vibrating gently. Her juices began to flow within a few seconds but she tried to keep her composure.

Ray pulled a small radio control from his pocket and used his thumb to adjust a dial. Inside her ass and on her pussy the vibrations increased slightly.

"Ugh!" she moaned and then looked at Ray. He was smiling at her with a lecherous look.

"Come on. It's time to go."

Cindy rode in the passenger seat with Ray driving as they drove into the downtown area. They pulled up in front of a restaurant that Cindy had never been in before and a young man opened the door for her. She tried hard to keep herself from being totally exposed as she stepped out of the car but she could tell from his eyes that he had seen enough. Ray came around and gave the keys to the young man and accepted the valet ticket from him. Ray turned off the vibrators with his remote control and then they walked into the restaurant. The man at the front desk saw Ray and greeted him by name and then quickly ushered them to their table.

As Cindy and Ray walked to their table Cindy could feel every eye on her. She felt sure that everyone knew she had the butt plug in and the vibrator on her clit. As they were seated Ray turned the vibrators back on she felt sure that everyone around could see and hear what was under her skirt and she blushed bright red.

Ray ordered for them both and after the waiter had gone he smiled. "What's the matter slut don't you like being on display? You may answer me when I direct a question to you tonight." Ray said

"Yes Master I do like being on display, but I am dripping wet from the vibrators." Cindy said. "I wonder if anyone has noticed."

"And what if they do? Do you think any of these people will say anything?" Ray laughed.

"No Master I'm sure they won't but what will they think?" Cindy said softly.

"They will think you are a slut, and they will be right. You are a slut and from now on you will be my slut." Ray said smiling.

"Yes Master, I will be your slut!" Cindy said even softer.

"Did I say you could talk without being asked a question? You will pay for that one later slut." Ray said.

Before their food came Ray once again gave Cindy some relief by turning off the vibrators and then he surprised her when he gave her a small plastic bag and then told her to go to the restroom and remove the harness and bring it back in the bag. She was very glad he let was going to let her remove the butt plug because her poor ass was already so sore from the constant stretching that she could barely stand it. 

They ate their meal in silence and then Ray made her go back to the restroom and put the harness back on. When she returned they sat and enjoyed their drinks. Finally Ray paid the bill and they left. Once again Cindy felt as though everyone was watching her as she moved through the restaurant and the combined effect of the butt plug and the constant stimulation from the vibrator had made walking almost impossible for her. Three times on the way to the door she stumbled and Ray had to hold her up or she would have fallen. 

When they got outside they asked for their car and a different young man brought it around to them. They got inside and started for home. Once they were moving Ray looked over at Cindy and smiled. "Take off your blouse and then lean over here and suck my cock."


Choices



Angeline sat in her agent's office and listened to Jean explain what she needed. After she was done, Jean said, "I want you to meet Michael Aldolfo, our contract lawyer. He's here today."

Angeline pushed her dark hair behind her ear and nodded her head. She followed down the hall of doors to Michael's office. Jean opened the door to the opulent office with leather chairs and big mahogany desk. Angeline stepped into the office and she saw the chair behind the desk turned toward the window. She sat down in the chair opposite him.

Michael was dictating his brief when he heard the door to his office open. He turned the office chair so he was facing Angeline. He took a deep breath. She was pretty, no actually beautiful with medium wavy dark hair, big blue eyes, delicate features, petite figure and lush lips, kissable lips. It had been a long time since he was instantly attracted to a woman but he was to her.

Angeline couldn't help but think Michael was a nice looking man. She was unsure about men, since her separation from her husband of 12 years. At 37, she felt old. But this man with his big expressive dark eyes, olive complexion, and dark hair made her pulse quicken. She wondered if she blushed at the thoughts going through her head.

"Miss or Mrs. Bresser?" Michael asked, as he looked down at his file.

"Technically still Mrs. Bresser," Angeline said with a bit of a sigh.

"Technically mean you are separated?" Michael asked, looking up into her big blue eyes.

Angeline nodded her head, "I'm separated."

Michael nodded his head and asked, "Did Jean explain what the contract said?"

Angeline nodded her head and Michael explained a few points to her but she was lost in his dark eyes, not really listening to what he was saying.

He closed her file and then said, "I'm not normally so forward but I was wondering what are you doing for dinner?"

Angeline blinked surprised. Had she heard right? Was he actually asking her out on a date? Her daughter was at her soon to be ex-husband's place. She didn't have plans. Could she go out with him? She nodded her head and said, "I would like to go out to dinner with you."

Michael smiled and his eyes lit up. "I will pick you up at 7. Can I have your number and address?"

Angeline gave him her number and address and went to her apartment. She went to her closet and pulled out a couple of dresses. She felt like a giddy school girl. Why was her heart racing so fast? What about this man did she like so fast? Finally she picked out a little black dress that outlined her new figure. She had worked hard to be a size 6 again. She had lost nearly 100 pounds. 

She heard the knock at the door and she went to answer it. She looked in the peep hole and saw it was Michael. He was wearing a dark suit with a dark tie. He was holding roses.

She opened the door and Michael walked into her apartment. He gave her the roses and she kissed his cheek. He touched her cheek and they stood frozen in time for a minute. He led her to his Mercedes and opened the door for her. They drove to a nice Italian restaurant at the edge of town. She learned he was 45 and had two kids and an ex-wife. She learned he went to law school at University of Southern California. 

They spent the evening talking about anything and everything. He touched her hand and looked into her eyes as he said, "I would like to see you again."

Angeline nodded her head and said, "I would like that. I've had a great time."

Michael drove her back to her apartment. He walked her to her door and cupped her face in his hands. He could feel her tremble and he asked, "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Angeline put her hands on his waist and looked deep into those expressive dark eyes. She whispered, "Please kiss me, Michael."

Michael pressed his lips softly against hers and sent shivers through Angeline. He didn't try to kiss her passionately. He looked in her eyes again and said, "I look forward to seeing you again."

She went inside and fell against the door. Closing her eyes, she could see his dark eyes. She could get lost in those dark eyes. They were so expressive. 

The next day Michael called her and asked her out to the movies. He picked her up and they went to a diner first. They ordered a simple dinner and talked. He had her laughing and was touching her hand. They held hands as they went into the movie theater. He put his hand around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. She looked up into this eyes and he laced his hand under her hair and pulled her toward him until their lips met. They kissed softly at first and then she slipped her arms around his neck and he responded passionately. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she responded. Breathless, he whispered, "I enjoyed that, very much." He touched her cheek and whispered, "I want to kiss you again." He pulled her into for another long slow kiss. He kissed down her neck and then back up to her lips. 

They went back to her apartment and he kissed her again. Breathless, he said, "I need a very cold shower."

"I've enjoyed being with you tonight," she whispered against his lips. She kissed him and then went inside.

For the next few weeks, they went out when ever they had a chance. They shared many passionate kisses. Michael met her daughter and she met his two sons. They even had a dinner as a whole group. It was after nearly two months and Michael knew he really cared about her but he wanted, needed more from her. He wanted to make love to her and he knew from their conversations that she had only been with 1 man. He knew he would have to seduce her after he told her his true feelings. He couldn't believe it but he actually loved her.

He waited until her daughter was at her father's and reserved the penthouse suite at a posh hotel. He opened the door and decorated the room with candles. He called her. 

"Will you meet me?" he asked.

"Of course, where?" she asked.

"The Ritz Carlton, penthouse suite."

Angeline instantly knew what he had planned. She took a deep breath and wondered if she should decline or accept. She thought about the feelings she was having for him and said, "I'm on my way."

"I look forward to it," Michael whispered.

Angeline wore a strapless blue dress with her hair pulled up by combs. She walked up to the door and knocked. He answered wearing a pair of jeans and button down shirt. She walked into the room, bathed in candle light. He had a dinner set up in the middle of room. Angeline put down her bag and took his hand. He led her to the table and they ate dinner by candle light.

After they ate, he went to the stereo and put on some music. He took her hand and she put her arms around his neck as he put his around her waist. She looked up into his smoldering gaze and she felt her heart quicken. He kissed her softly and whispered against her ear, "Do you know I love you."

She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I love you, Michael."

He whispered, "Do you want to show me?"

"Wait here," she whispered, kissed him softly and took her bag and went to the bathroom. 

He walked over the king sized bed. He pulled down the covers and thought about undressing but didn't want to scare her either. When he turned, he saw her step up to him. She was wearing a dark blue spaghetti strapped slip. He exhaled and said, "You look beautiful. Are you sure you are ready?"

She laced her fingers with his and reached up to touch his face. He kissed her palm and she said, "I want to show you."

He kissed her passionately on the lips and slipped his arms around her waist as she slipped hers around his neck. Breathlessly he stepped back and she pulled his shirt off. She touched his chest and up and over his arms. He lifted her straps and pushed them down over her arms, until it slipped down her body to a puddle at her feet, exposing her breasts to him. He gently ran his thumbs over each nipple and watched her close her eyes and open her mouth. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe as she unbuckled his pants. She pushed down his jeans and he stepped out of them. He came up behind her and laced one arm around her waist and pushed her hair to the side with one hand. He kissed the nape of her neck and she arched backward into him. His hand slid up her body and he played with her breasts for awhile until he had her breathless. She turned toward him with a glint in her eyes. He kissed her passionately and she responded passionately. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Gently he laid her down on the bed. He slipped off his shorts, exposing his rock hard manhood. She looked over at him and her eyes went down over his chest, down over his erection and back to his smoldering gaze. She got up on her knees and put her arms around his neck as he slipped down her panties. Gently he lied her down on the pillow. He kissed her passionately and then whispered against her lips, "Put your legs around mine, sweet Angeline."

She wrapped her legs around his as he let his hand drift down between them. His fingers slipped over her woman lips, one then the other. His thumb gently started to massage her button. She arched her body upward, scraping her breasts against his chest. He kissed her neck, gently biting down. She put her fingers in his hair as she moaned, "Michael, oh please Michael." He felt her body start to quiver and he stopped touching her woman hood. He held her by the waist as he gently pushed his swollen manhood into her. He filled her up and she gasped. He locked gazes with her as he pushed in and out of her slowly. Rocking her hips upward to meet his thrusts, she started to shake a bit. He pushed harder and faster as he kissed her passionately. 

"Michael," she breathed against his ear. "Michael, I'm...Michael..."

"Let go, give it to me," he whispered against her lips.

Her whole body arched upward and she held him tighter. Spasm after spasm hit her and she squeezed him hard deep inside of her. "Michael!" she screamed.

He pushed deep and quick as his body started to stiffen. He looked deep into her eyes as he groaned, "Angeline!" He pushed one last time and squirted his seed deep inside of her. He fell on to her, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers. He playfully kissed her lips and then said, "I love you, sweet Angeline."

She whispered, "I love you, Michael."

He kissed her and then rolled onto his back. He laced his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and said, "I just want to take a breath and then I'm going to love you again."

She looked up at him and grinned. "That's the first time I've ever come making love."

He furrowed his brows together and asked, "Really? Well, I'm glad I could pleasure you. Come kiss me and let's see if I can do it again?"

He made love to her yet again and he did pleasure her. He drove to heights of passion that she had never felt before. She enjoyed the next two days with him. They spent most of the time in bed together. Before they knew it, it was Sunday morning. She woke up first and looked over at him sleeping. He had his arms around her and his legs wrapped around hers. It was the first time she had slept with a man, who held her. He looked so adorable. His lashes touched his cheeks and his lips were parted as he slept. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back softly and then opened his eyes slowly as he ran his hand down over her back. He touched her cheek with his other hand. 

"I can't believe it's Sunday already," he said. "I wish it was still Saturday. I have had an incredible weekend with you that I don't want to end."

"I know," she whispered before she kissed his lips again. She pressed her body against him and saw his gaze change. He rolled her onto her back and whispered, "Does my sweetness need to be loved?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. He whispered against her ear, "Where have you been all my life?"

He took her home and kissed her passionately before he left. She made it home only an hour before her daughter got home. Angeline paid the taxi and went inside. She was smiling a secret smile when her daughter saw her. Her daughter said, "Mama, I've never seen you smile like that."

Michael called her later that night. He said, "I miss you already. I don't look forward to sleeping alone tonight. I don't look forward to waking up alone tomorrow morning. I wish you were here with me."

Angeline said, "I wish the same, lover. You have touched me so deeply, so passionately. I have never felt like that before. I've never experienced such passion in my life. You took my breath away. I know I will dream about it. I will long for it."

"I promise we will be together again. I know I need you. I really need you. I want you so much, sweetness. I love you."

He was a complete gentleman around her daughter. He would hold Angeline's hand every where they went but he didn't do anything else. They were sitting on the couch after her daughter went to bed. He laced his arms around her waist as she leaned back against him. He slipped his hand under her blouse and gently caressed her stomach. He kissed her neck so softly. She turned her head and he looked deep into her eyes. "I know I should go because I can't get one thought out of my head."

She stood up and opened her hand to him. He raised a dark brow at her and asked, "Are you sure? Your daughter is her room."

"We just have to be quiet about it," she said softly and then blushed.

He took her hand and stood up. He pulled her into an embrace. After kissing her lips softly, he whispered, "You're amazing."

He followed her to her room. She stepped up to the bed and he walked up behind her. He reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse while he kissed her neck. He slid the blouse off her and then unbuckled her bra. He slid it off and he laid both hands on her breasts. He messaged her nipples and nibbled on her neck. She leaned up against him, running her hand up his leg. While he continued to play with her breasts, she unbuckled her pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them and he whispered, "Lay down on the bed for me, sweetness."

She lied back on the pillow and he pulled off her panties, leaving her completely naked. He pulled off his polo and jeans before he threw them into a nearby chair. He climbed up on the bed, between her legs. He sat on his legs and put his fingers on her woman's lips. Gently he caressed one then the other. She rocked her hips up to his fingers which was replaced with his tongue. She gasped and put the pillow over her face and bit down. He sucked her button into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked on her button as he gently inserted two fingers into her wetness. He thrust his fingers in and out as he sucked and licked her button. She raised her hips up to his mouth. He could feel her start to quiver. She grabbed the comforter with one hand and pulled up on it and laced her fingers into his dark hair with the other. "Look at me," he said, raising his head up. 

She moved the pillow and looked down at him. Their gazes locked and he whispered, "Let go for me, sweetness. Give it to me; give into me." He bit on the inside of her leg and she giggled. He looked up at her and grinned. "I'm going to mark what's mine." He went back to her leg and sucked hard until a mark appeared. Then he went back to sucking on her button as he thrust his fingers. She fell back on the pillow and her mouth fell open. Her legs started to quake and she stiffened. She put the pillow to her mouth and she screamed into it as spasm after spasm hit her. Before her spasms slowed, he had slid up her body and penetrated her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips as she moaned. He pushed deep and hard into her as she started to quake. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "I do love you, Michael."

He kissed her hard as he started to stiffen and then he moaned her name into her mouth as he spurted his seed inside of her. He rested his forehead against hers and then put his face into her neck as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. "I love you, sweetness. I enjoy being with you so very much. I've never been with a woman who just surrenders to my desires like you do. I want to explore more with you, give you so much more, my lover."

He rolled onto his back and he pulled her onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her before he gently ran his fingers up and down her back. Soon they were sleeping in each other's arms. She woke up with a start and he was sound asleep tangled in her arms. Gently she woke him up and said, "You have to go before Ginny wakes up."

Michael kissed her passionately and hopped off the bed. He grabbed his polo and jeans before he slipped on his sneakers. She put on her robe and walked him to the door. He cupped her face and said, "I can't wait to hold you again, sweetness. I will miss you very much." He kissed her and then left. Angeline went back to her bedroom and dressed in a nightgown before she crawled back into bed. She put her face to his pillow. She could smell him.

The next weekend Ginny was back to her father's house. After Angeline took her to the train, she opened her cell phone. She looked at her watch. It was only 3. She knew he would be at work.

"Adolfo, here," he said in his officially sounding voice.

"Hello, Michael," she said.

"Angeline, how are you, sweetness? I have been thinking about you. It has been almost a week since I last saw you."

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"No, did you have ideas for the weekend?" he asked with a husky voice. She could hear the passion in his voice.

"How about we spend the weekend at my apartment? We can be as loud as we want and we will be completely alone."

"I'll be there at 6," he said.

"I look forward to it," she said.

"I love you, sweetness. Good bye."

"I love you, Michael. Good bye."

Angeline placed candles all over her room. She dressed in a black negligee and put her hair up into a French twist. She lit the candles on her dinner table. She put on some of her best perfume and went to the door when she heard the knock. She looked in the peephole and saw Michael dressed in a dress shirt, dress pants and a tie. He was holding a bag and bouquet of roses. She opened the door for him and he looked her up and down as he took a big breath. He put down his bag and the roses before he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. He kissed her passionately and then put her down on her bare feet. He gave her the roses and put his bag into her bedroom that was lit in candle light. 

As they ate dinner, they talked and laughed together. Once the dishes were cleared, he came into the kitchen. She was closing the dishwasher when he walked up behind her. He laced his arm around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. He bit down on the sensitive spot and she purred, "Michael, you know just how to touch me." She turned around and put her arms around his neck. He kissed her softly and then whispered, "I do love spending time with you."

"I love spending time with you."

"I wish I met you when I was 25. I would have married you and been happy growing old with you. You have such passion in you. I don't ever want to let you go. I enjoy you so very much, sweetness. I know it won't be long until I will want to see you everyday, spend every night in your arms. I hope that doesn't scare you, my sweet."

She shook her head and said, "I know how intense we are together. It only gets hotter and more intense as we go. I want us to be together as long as you want. I'm yours."

He kissed her and then took her hand. He led her to the bedroom. After he pulled off his tie and then pulled off his shirt, he kissed her gently on the lips. He lifted the straps of her negligee and pushed the straps down her arms, sending shivers through her. He pushed down her panties and took her hand. "Climb up on the bed on your knees facing away from me."




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She grinned at him and went to the bed. She climbed up on the bed and after he dropped his pants, he came up behind her. He kissed the small of her back and up her spine. He laced his hands around her, touching her breasts. She looked over her shoulder at his smoldering brown eyes and whispered, "I love you."

He kissed her lips gently and then slowly ran his fingers down her belly toward her button. He started to play with her button as he kissed her neck. He penetrated her from behind, filling her up. She arched her back and moaned. He thrust deep and hard into her and she pushed back against him. As she started to quiver, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Let it go for me."

She shivered and let go. She screamed his name as spasm after spasm hit her. He pulled her harder against him as he let go and came hard inside of her. She fell forward on the pillow and he fell on top of her. He kissed her neck and she rolled over. He embraced her and said, "I do love making you come."

They fell asleep in each other's arms. They spent the weekend together, loving each other. On Sunday, they went out to breakfast and then came back to the apartment to enjoy each other's company. They fell asleep together and woke up when they heard voices in the living room. Angeline looked at her watch; it was only 1. She hopped out of bed, hastily put on a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. She kissed Michael and went into the living room. 

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Calvin and Ginny. Calvin, her soon to be ex-husband, was a large man with short cropped hair and green eyes. He asked, "Where you napping?"

Angeline knew her cheeks must be turning pink as she said, "Yes."

"Why is your face red?" Calvin asked, heading for the kitchen.

"What are you doing here Calvin?" Angeline asked.

"I have missed you. I thought we could have dinner together as a family." Calvin opened her refrigerator and pulled out some wine. He walked over to her and said, "Unless you have other plans?"

She looked up into his very familiar green eyes and she felt embarrassed. How was she going to tell him that she had a man in her bedroom? She had been married for 12 years and with him for nearly 14 years and now she was with another man. Her feelings felt confused as she said, "I have company."

Calvin's dark brows furrowed together as he looked around the living room and then looked at the kitchen. He looked back at her and asked, "Where is your company?"

Angeline avoided his eyes as she said, "I will be right back."

Angeline slipped into her room and found Michael dressed in his jeans and polo 

Michael asked, "Who was in your living room?"

"Calvin and Ginny," Angeline said nervously.

"Calvin is your ex-husband, I guess," Michael said, taking her hands.

"Are you ready to meet him? We are all having dinner together, if that works for you?"

Michael stood up and cupped her face. He looked deep into her eyes and asked, "Are you ready, sweetness?"

"I'm ready," she said, avoiding his dark eyes.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes and said, "Look into my eyes and tell me."

"I'm ready," she whispered and kissed him softly.

She took his hand and they went into the living room. Calvin turned around and gave Angeline an angry glare. She said, "Calvin, this is my....my..."

"Boyfriend," Michael said.

Angeline looked up at him and smiled nervously. "My boyfriend Michael Adolfo."

Michael walked up to Calvin and extended his hand. Calvin took his hand and they shook hands. Calvin went to Angeline and took her hand. He pulled her into the kitchen and said, "He came out of your bedroom. Does he stay over when Ginny is here?"

"I don't see how this is your business."

"She's my daughter and you're still my wife. Do you think it's a good idea to take a lover?"

Angeline's face turned crimson as she said, "My relationship with Michael is not your business. You're my husband in name only. We are legally separated and we plan to divorce."

"I didn't say we were divorcing."

Angeline just stared at him and then she left the kitchen. She went over to Michael, who was sitting on the couch talking to Ginny about school. He looked up at her and she knew he had questions but he just took her hand. Angeline smiled down at him and asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

"I know a good Italian restaurant we can order from," Michael said, getting up. He looked into her eyes and whispered against her ear, "Are you okay?" He looked at her for an answer. She nodded her head nervously.

They ate dinner and chit chatted about different things. Michael slipped his hand under the table and over to her hand. He took her hand and squeezed it gently. After dinner, he said, "I have to go."

Angeline walked him out the door. He cupped her face in his hands and looked deep in her eyes. "Are you really okay? What is he doing here?"

"I don't know why he is here. I didn't invite him."

"I think he's having second thoughts about you," Michael said.

Angeline looked at him queerly and said, "I don't think he's interested in getting us back together."

"If you say so," he said, before he gently kissed her lips. She responded and their kiss deepened. She laced her hands around his neck and said, "I enjoyed this weekend so much."

"So did I," he whispered against her ear. "I love you, sweetness. I will miss you."

Michael left and Angeline went back into her apartment. Ginny went to bed and Calvin went up to Angeline. He said, "I know you must have been curious about other men. I understand why you have taken a lover, but I think you need to stop."

Angeline just stared at him and asked, "What makes you think Michael is your business? I'm a grown woman. I don't need your permission to have a relationship. Where were you planning on staying tonight?"

"I was hoping I could stay here," Calvin said, taking her hand.

Angeline looked down at their hands and then back into his green eyes. She just said, "You can stay on the couch."

She went to her bedroom and picked up the phone. She called Michael. He answered, "Hello."

"Hello, Michael. I was just thinking about you."

"I've been thinking about you too. I don't want to wait until Friday to see you again. Could I see you sometime this week?"

"Sure, just come on over to my apartment. I should tell you, I keep a key under the mat."

"I will do that," Michael said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. "It was just a little weird."

"Yes, I guess it was."

They talked for awhile longer and then said their good byes. She slipped into the covers and went to sleep thinking about Michael. 

Ginny didn't have school so they went out as a family. They went to an amusement park together. They ate lunch together and were back at the apartment by 5. Ginny went in her room and Calvin walked up to Angeline. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. She was lost in the past and responded to his kiss. The door opened and Michael saw Calvin and Angeline kissing. He said, "Sorry." He closed the door and left. Angeline stepped back and looked up at Calvin. 

"Why did you do that?" she asked, heading for the door.

He took her hand and she turned back to him as he said, "I think you should think about coming home."

Angeline just stared at him and then turned and went back to the door. She ran out of her apartment and saw Michael standing at his car. She ran up to him and she said, "I don't know what to say other than he surprised me and kissed me."

Michael turned to her and said, "You kissed him back."

"I was just surprised."

"Do you still love him?"

Angeline looked down and said, "I will always love him but I'm not in love with him. He gave me a baby. We were together for most of adulthood. I went from graduate school to his house. I have always been with Calvin. I am just getting to know life without him and now I have you in my life. I do love you."

Michael's eyes looked sad as he said, "I think you have a choice to make. He wants you back and you are confused. I am not going to compete with your husband. You come to me then you need to file for divorce."

"I want..." she started to say when Michael put his finger to her lips. He touched her face and looked deep in her eyes and then got into his car.

Angeline stepped back and watched him disappear. She was confused. She went back to her apartment and Calvin took her hand. He led her to the couch and they sat down together. 

"I've missed you. I've never seen you look so beautiful. You look like the woman I married and I miss you. I want you to come home."

Angeline looked over at him and couldn't speak. She just got up and went to her bedroom. She slipped into bed and started to really think. What did she really want? Did she want to go back with Calvin and be a family? Did she want Michael in her life? She thought about the past six months and then she knew what to do. 

She walked into the living room the next morning and sat down next to Calvin. She said, "I wish you had tried to save our marriage all those years I wanted you but you didn't. I spent years alone, wanting, needing more. I wanted a passionate man who wanted me. I found him and he's Michael. I am in love with Michael. You and I aren't meant to be any more. I think you should go and I will file the papers to end this marriage."

Calvin got up and said, "Alright, I will sign the papers."

Angeline took Ginny to school and decided to go to Michael's office. She put on a blue dress and put her hair up in a French twist. She went to his office door and knocked. He said, "Come in, it's open."

Angeline opened the door and walked inside. He looked up from his desk and his expression didn't show what he was thinking. She walked up to his desk and said, "I was confused for about a minute and then I really thought about it. I have been looking for you my whole life. You make me feel so much and I enjoy being with you, not just the passion we share. I enjoy every minute I spend with you. I choose to be with you if you want me."

Michael got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He walked up to her and asked, "Are you ready to divorce him?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Are you ready for a committed relationship with me? I want to spend my life with you. Are you ready for that kind of relationship with me?"

She put her arms around his neck and said, "I'm very ready. I want to be with you, just you. I want to spend my life loving you."

His dark eyes got that incredible glint as he leaned over and kissed her passionately. He picked her up and swung her around as he said, "I love you, sweetness. Now I want to show you."

He put her down on her feet and walked over to the door. He locked it and then looked over at her. She asked, "Are you thinking something wicked?"

He smiled and walked over to her. He took her hand and walked her to the other side of the desk. He piled all his work over on one side of the desk and then kissed her passionately. He lifted her up and sat her on the desk. He slid his hand up her dress and pulled off her panties as he locked gazes with her. She unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With one hard thrust, he was deep inside of her. He kissed her neck and her ear. She pulled him closer and he thrust harder and deeper inside of her. She whispered against his ear, "I need to scream." He laced his hand under her hair and kissed her hard on the lips. She screamed his name into his mouth and started to spasm over and over. He came right after she did. She hopped off his desk and he kissed her softly. Touching his face, she said, "That was naughty and fun."

"I love how free you are with me," he said, looking into her eyes, touching her face.

"I am yours completely," she said as she pulled up her panties.

"Can I come see you tonight?" he asked.

She looked up at him and said, "Yes, of course."

He followed her to the door and kissed her lovingly. He embraced her and said, "I'm glad you chose me."

"I'm glad you are in my life," she said, before kissing his cheek.

He looked at her and said, "Soon I will need to be with you every day. Are you ready for that kind of relationship? Are you ready for a full time relationship?"

"Yes, I'm ready to spend as much time as we can together."

She kissed him and then left. She looked back and smiled. She knew she made the right choice. 



Choices



An account of the impact of teenage abortion on two young lives, and the unforeseen consequences years later.

*

Why did you go through with it? Why did you do it? You didn't have to. And now you know you made a mistake. A terrible mistake. One that can never be undone. Ever. How sad. How stubborn. But I'll still love you, always.

I can still see your beautiful face as we lay alone on the shores of the lake on that beautiful summer day. Not another soul around. Your pretty blue eyes filled with love, framed by the beautiful small flowers under your arms. The warm, soft wind caressing us. Your wind tossed hair framing your bright sparkling blue eyes, filled with love. A day that we would always remember. All alone, in a secret place by the reservoir. Our first kiss. The start of a passionate life changing relationship.

Our passion was epic. Our love intense. A love that comes maybe just once in a lifetime. So why did it end this way? No regrets. Life takes different courses, winding here and there, unable to see what lies around the bend ahead. But to see how things unfolded reminds me how incredibly awful the consequences of our choices can be.

I was choked with emotion when I saw your obituary, and so shocked to learn that you had died. A beautiful young woman in the prime of her life. Successful, alive, vibrant, yet stone cold dead. I wept when I read the news. Damn internet. Maybe it would have been better to remember you in another way. Not to know that you were gone. But there is was. Your obituary in the hometown paper. "Aged 44, died of cancer," it read.

My eyes widened. Must be someone else with the same name. My heart stopped. My stomach sank. Oh my god, it is her! She is dead! I couldn't believe it. Not someone as strong willed and determined as you. So, death has no mortal conqueror. I read it again, then wept bitterly. My chest heaving sobs. Why was this impacting me like this?

And I see you again in my mind's eye. Another time. Standing in the bitter cold, shivering in the cold northern wind, with just a light sweatshirt wrapped around you. Me walking ahead of you and turning to look back. Another terrible fight about something insignificant. Isn't is always a hard heart that separates lovers? Seeing your vulnerability. Wanting to protect you, without being able to do so.

We experienced so many firsts together. First kiss, first intercourse, first head, only woman to have taken my cum in her mouth, only woman who asked for it, first simultaneous orgasm, first fuck in public on the beach, first ropes, first diamond, first engagement. And first fists (yours).

We were so foolish. Repeated passionate love without protection. We even wondered if we were infertile! But we knew the day it happened. It was in your childhood bedroom in your family's house. Passionately loving each other on a sweet summer afternoon. Then your cunt convulsed around my cock, and I blasted my cum inside you, for the thousandth time. And it was magical, not just like all the other times. We looked at each other and knew something different had happened. Something very special. A peace was in the air, a graceful peace between us, and a special energy. We said nothing as you got up and went to the bathroom.

Soon your periods stopped. That awful feeling would occur many times again in the years ahead, conjuring up the same dread. But this was the first time. 

"Oh, that happens sometimes," you would reassure.

But that sickening feeling would not go away. So you took the test and the nightmare began. The questioning, the debates. 

"It is my body." 

"It is our child." 

"I know it's a boy." 

"I do too."

"I love you." 

"What should we do?"

Now I can see us a different time. Having lunch in a local cafeteria after learning the test results. The panic had ceased for a moment, and there was a peaceful bliss between us. A happiness. We looked lovingly at each other and smiled. Knowing our baby was inside you. Knowing that we were a family. Feeling that peace and joy in the midst of what we both knew was the coming storm. The tempest, and the pain.

In the end, you made up your mind against my will. I begged you not to, during those days of tormented decisioning. I knew we could make it if we tried. Get an apartment. Stay in school. Other folks did it. But that bastard friend of yours who thought abortion was a form of birth control. Four times already for her. And of course Planned Parenthood, where fathers have no voice, and their bias is unadulterated. Did those bastards also tell you that an abortion at 19 significantly increased your risk of cancer? After that, you were never able to have children. And now cancer has taken your life at the age of 44. A cancer that started near your womb.

You achieved the goals you set out to pursue, and I am so proud of you for that. You fulfilled your heart's ambition. But you contracted cancer a year after achieving your goal, and then battled it for years and years. You were so strong, and I am so sad that you are gone.

We kept in touch throughout the years. Remarkably, we would call each other out of the blue at precise moments of significant decisions in the other person's life. We were connected in a special way, and the song lyrics I quoted to you in another letter after we broke up still ring true to this day: "We're already one, already one, now only time can come between us. Cause we're already one, our little son, won't let us forget."

I first recognized that special connection when we took that hypnosis class together. You had a terrible migraine at the time, and as we lay there on the floor being hypnotized together, holding hands, the damn headache passed from you to me! Many years later, you called me out of the blue the night before I was about to act on a significant decision. Then I called you several years later at the exact moment you were contemplating the same. Then after many more years, I tried calling you again, but you did not reply this time. You were fighting your cancer, although I was not aware of it. I knew something was wrong.

I still remember the horrible day we went to the clinic. We saved our money for a cab so we wouldn't have to cry on the bus, and then walked into that dreadful place, paying cash as they had requested. They took you in the back room while I fidgeted in the waiting room, looking at all the empty faces. Even after they doped you up, I rushed back to the receptionist, telling her to go and tell you that you didn't need to go through with it. 

Then I came back to see you and hold you. And caught a glimpse of that dreadful machine.

I took you back to the dorm room, and we lay there, crying in each other's arms. Then we fucked each other again, right there, in defiance of the dreadful events we had just gone through. My cum filled you once again. I can still see the antiseptic on your pussy, my cum dripping out of you. Not the wisest thing to do, but we didn't care. It was a real "fuck the world" moment.

I have since researched the effects of teenage abortion on young woman later in life, and I'm sure you did the same. Difficulty having children, uterine damage, and a highly elevated risk of cancer, particularly if it was prior to a first child, and prior to age 20. I want to believe the events of your abortion and cancer were unconnected, but you may know more about that than I do, in discussions with your doctor. I did know that you never had children, although we never discussed that. 

You will always reside in a special place in my heart and memory, though I now know I will never see you again in this life. And as you look down now from where you are now, you can see the wonderful young man I have since raised as a son. The son that could have been ours. How sad for you. I am happy thinking that you are now reunited with our son from long ago. 

It is strange to think that I have a family that has passed before me. A family that never was. And yet I know that someday we will all meet again. But it also makes me reflect on the hardness in people's hearts. You had a hard, stubborn heart, and the decision was your own choice, against my will. 

But I don't judge you for that. You were who you were. And like all of us, with both good and bad qualities. Otherwise, I could never have loved you so much. I do forgive you for your choice. And now that you're dead, I can write this down. I can't believe it. You are dead. That beautiful girl with the bright, sparkling eyes. Stone cold dead. 



Choices



I don't really know why I try to write, especially for a website like this.

My late friend Lee wrote some, encouraged by her husband Ted that wrote all of the time. I still have boxes of his work, some finished and some just outlines.

He encouraged Lee to try, in turn she encouraged me. Somehow I just ended up doing it, somehow it makes me feel better when I am alone. I can go back and find what I wrote and read them again for the memories.

The real problem is that this site is for material that is sexual in nature and I guess that even at 43 years of age I am still confused about all of that.

It's really strange though. No one knows who I am really, yet writing about some things, or using certain words I would never dream of actually saying out loud brings a blush to my cheeks.

It's a therapy of some kind, I am beginning to understand that. I guess the truth is I write for me, not for anyone else? Yet it still hurts me when someone emails and hates me for what I have to say, even..when I am anonymous?

I'm Sally, readers probably gathered that from the name I used. That was picked out for me by my friend Lee years ago when I tried to write under a name with some numbers but then couldn't find it because I forgot it.

I can't forget "imsally" because I am Sally.

I am a Doctor, that brings a vision of someone who sees sick people or fixes broken bones. But I seldom do that, normally I shuffle papers and make sure the staff has supplies they need. I used to do that, anyway.

My ex-husband Tom talked me into quitting, we moved to the coast. I wrote about some of my experiences earlier. Tom and I were married once before, there were problems and I left him. Then he showed up one day and one thing led to another and we were married again.

Everyone warned me, even people I don't know at all told me but I loved Tom. 

I guess deep down inside I still do?

But Tom has things inside him, he does things and wanted us, me rather, to do things I couldn't really deal with. 

I am not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I can't just "be" with someone just to do it. There should be something more, even if it's just..friendship?

Yet I have in the past in moments of weakness. But I am still a product of my upbringing, sex to me is important, but reserved for someone I care about.

There has to be more and I don't even know for sure what that "more" is? It's all so confusing to me.

I can be sexual, teasing, at least with my man. I did that a lot with my Tom, I delighted in getting him excited, giving him pleasure. Tom doesn't have a large erection, but he gets so hard it is amazing! I love to do that, make him hard and excited. That makes me feel so good!

Tom would love me and then afterwards he would hold me and stroke me for a long time. It was wonderful, I felt so safe and warm.

Since I knew what reaction Tom would have, that type of thing is easy. But with someone I don't know, I think that there is the fear of rejection, perhaps?

I am in pretty good shape for my age, my body is now snug and as firm as it will ever get. I like my upper body, I was blessed with a fair size of well shaped breasts. For many years I fought my lower body, clothes had to be just right or my behind would look oversize.

Then there was that silly bike Tom got for me to save on wear to my van. I rode that not even realizing it was exactly what I needed to do. A few short months of that and I felt like a different woman, the oversize rear end just went away, replaced by muscle.

I kept the bike, I still have that. I ride the six miles down to a tiny little town between my house and Portland, there is a store and a cafe there, most of the distance is downhill so I just coast along. Then I ride back, of course that is uphill and I am always sweating by the time I get to my house, even when it is cold outside. 

My last story should have been called Full Circle, I just did come full circle. I bought the very same house I sold when Tom and I moved, I work in the same clinic I worked at before. Not as the Administrator, just on the line working with clients. One day I will get my old job back, right now Cheryl that used to be my assistant has my old job. 

That part seems odd, I admit. One of my former staff is now my supervisor.

I started dating a man named Terry, he was the real estate broker I used to buy my old house back and another one I bought first that I now rent out.

One thing led to another there and he asked me out. I half expected him to make some kind of a move but he didn't, we just went out a few times. I was even prepared to resist at first until I got to know him, then when I felt that maybe he was all right and I was...I guess the word is..ready?

He still didn't make any kind of real move, just kissed me goodnight and left. We got home on our 5th date and he started to kiss me goodnight again. I decided, so I asked him if he would like to come in.

A lady has to do what a lady has to do, I guess. I was missing being with someone by then.

He sat on the couch as I made and served some tea. I could see he was unsure even at this point, some men are that way. There was nothing else for a girl to do but take over, I guess.

I reached over and turned the lights down low, then sat next to him and leaned in for a kiss. By the time I had his shirt unbuttoned and was flicking his left nipple with the tip of my tongue he got the message.

It didn't take him very long after that and he had my blouse off, then he slid my skirt down and off. All I had on by this time was a light blue pair of panties. Terry nuzzled my breasts, sucked on one of my nipples, and felt between my legs a couple of minutes. Then he slid my panties off and lay me back. I was hoping maybe he would lick me and nuzzle some more me but he didn't.

Terry was so much bigger than Tom it took me several seconds and some deep breaths to relax enough for him to slid inside me. Finally he was, and just as I settled down and got comfortable I felt him let go. Then he pulled out and rolled over, lay there with his eyes closed. He seemed eager to dress and go home after that, too.

We went out just one more time, with the same results. Terry quit calling after I made excuses several times. Terry actually was nice but I needed more than he could ever give and I knew that.

I just went back to my work and my life. I could write and say there was a string of men, one after the other. There wasn't, it has never been that way in my life. Sure, I now felt that I had a pretty good body, but being 43 and on the plain side it isn't easy to attract men.

I went a full month just working and going home. I wrote the last story but it sat there in preview for a very long time before I got back to it. I wanted something to happen that would be sexy, interesting. But what I wrote is all there was, just a piece of my life.

That writing thing, that therapy again. It seems to work. I feel better putting it all down.

The next thing that happened is a little bit funny now but it wasn't at the time. My house has a big deck out back, in fact it is way bigger than common sense would suggest. I like it though, it has a builtin barbeque that I have never used, nice deck chairs and on warm days lots of light reaches it even though there are large trees around.

It is nice and private, too. I sometimes go out there and sit and watch the birds, sipping tea with some soft music playing. It is peaceful to sit out there in the sunlight, quiet with nature all around.

I was doing just that, it was the middle of the week and I had taken the morning off to do some paperwork. By afternoon I was all done so I went outside and sat in the recliner. It was a warm day, so I took off my blouse, then on impulse I took off my jeans. I lay back in just my panties and let the sunlight wash over me. It felt good, I dozed off.

I woke with a start, and realized a man was standing there. He had climbed up the side steps, the meter for my house is located in the back by the deck. He was there to do some kind of changeover to a different type of meter that they can read from the office.

There I sat with my breasts bare wearing nothing but a pair of thin white panties. I quickly reached for my blouse and covered up as he stammered an apology and tried to explain about the meter. I saw he was trying to not look at me but failing miserably.

"It's all right, I didn't expect anyone." I told him.

"I can come back later." He said, his face bright red.

"It's OK, go ahead. I will just go inside." I got up and went into the house, very aware that he could see my bare back and all but bare behind.

I am sure I twitched my fanny as I walked away.

It didn't take very long, he fiddled with the meter and then left. Somehow being caught like that excited me, I felt myself flush and then get damp. I looked outside and the man was gone, so I went back out.

I felt confused, that excited me but made my face flame at the same time. I lay back down, then thought about it and reached down and slid my panties off. I lay back again with a shudder, closed my eyes and imagined being caught like that again. Gloriously and completely naked!

But all there was was the soft sigh of the wind in the branches and the sounds of birds.

I know, silly and not any real big deal, but somehow it made me feel aware of myself. I dozed off and had a clear dream of Tom and I snuggled up, with him just holding me. That is the best time of sex for me, if that makes any sense. Then I was jerked out of the dream by the telephone.

I ran to answer it, thinking it was the office wanting something.

It was Tom.

My heart skipped a beat.

I know. I know. But I couldn't help that. I was standing there completely naked in my living room talking to my ex husband that I should have been upset with and all I could do was feel fluttery.

"Hi, Sally. I just wanted to talk to you. Are you all right, is everything OK?"

I took a deep breath.

"Yes, I am fine. I have the day off."

"I know, I called the office."

"So what do you want, Tom?" I had myself under control now.

"Just to talk, I miss you."

"Well, I miss you too, Tom." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"How about I come and pick you up, we can have a nice dinner?"

"No, Tom. I don't want to get back into that."

"Sally, I won't bother you about that. I am sorry, I just thought..."

"I can't, Tom. I just can't." I hung up and sat down and cried.

I went back to work the next day, just back to everything normal. The work isn't hard, nearly every client is well and only there for a checkup. The HMO gives us 15 minutes to interview, it isn't enough time. I typically run an hour behind by the end of the day so Cheryl lets me lock up after the last patient.

I run the usual temperature and blood pressure tests, then with the women clients there is a quick breast exam feeling for lumps. We also check for spots or suspicious looking growths in areas where they can't see themselves. With most there is a pelvic, more questions. Make some notes and then go to the next one.

The male clients are more interesting to me, after the questions and first inspection I sit in my little roller chair in front of them and feel their testicles for lumps or anything abnormal. The ones that are not circumsized I use two fingers to slide them back and check the head for signs of anything. Then I do the rectal exam.

I suppose some here would think that men would instantly erect, they don't. Oh, it does happen but very rarely, since it is all rather clinical.

I was running later than normal one afternoon a few weeks ago, at 5 PM Cheryl told me she was leaving and I could lock up. I still had two patients in the waiting room, a woman around 60 and a man about my age. There was another older man in there to see another of my office partners, she came to get him just as I came out to call the lady in. I spotted the man tapping his foot in impatience, so I apologized and told him he was next.

He smiled and nodded. I checked out the older lady, she was in apparent good health so I asked about any vaginal concerns and she said she had none so I skipped the pelvic. She left and I went and got the man, reading his chart. Just then my office partner came out and told me good evening and left.

I showed him into my little office, he sat on the edge of the table. I looked at the chart again, there is a drawing of a human body on the sheet and he had circled his pelvic region.

I have seen men do that before and normally I find nothing wrong at all. Actually, those are the ones that are fun for me. If they are reasonably attractive, I like to tease them some because they are so obvious about it. I will look at their genitals, hold their penis a bit longer that necessary, then sometimes I will take my sweet time with the rectal exam too. Like I said at the outset, I wouldn't want anyone who really knew me to know some of these things about me. But I do like men, and I do like to tease them and look at them, it gives me a feeling of...power?

I suspected this man would be like that, so I was prepared. For one thing, I knew it was just the two of us in the office, and while I wasn't too concerned since we had the files, still I was careful.

I looked at him closely, he looked perfectly normal. Slightly balding, there was a large mole above one eyebrow that I checked carefully. He answered that it had been there all his life when I asked.

Then I had him strip down, glancing at the chart to get his name, Benjamin Miller. I busied myself at the sink washing my hands, turning my back as he undressed.

When I sensed that he had sat back down on the table I turned and he sat there naked. That was a surprise, normally clients slip on the paper gown even though it doesn't do much good. I hadn't told him though, I just assumed he would do it. I glanced at the dressing gown laying across the table, he caught my look.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want me to use that?" He asked.

"No problem, I have seen naked men before." I managed to collect myself, and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves. 

I looked his body over carefully, had him turn on his side so I could inspect his back and even between his butt cheeks. Everything looked fine, so I had him sit back up.

"I noticed you circled your pelvis on the chart, what concerns do you have?" I asked, sitting in the roller chair and scooting up close.

"I get headaches when I....orgasm." He said.

"How often, and how long have you noticed that?"

"Not every time, and just the last few weeks." He answered.

I had him lay back and checked the sides of his neck for brewies, he seemed clear. Then I had him sit back up and felt his testicles, they were normal and evenly formed. His penis twitched slightly when I did that. I noticed he was about average, perhaps six inches or so and uncircumsized. I reached down and slid his foreskin back, everything looked normal but he began to erect.

I rolled his foreskin back into place and let go. I had him turn over and inspected his prostate, that was fine too but now he was fully erect. He turned back to a sitting position, his penis was now jutting out and had swelled considerably in size.

I took a deep breath, my body was beginning to betray me.

"Orgasmic headaches are actually fairly common." I told him.

"Men seem to get them more frequently than women, they are usually related to fine blood vessels in the brain. About one person out of a hundred or so will experience them in a lifetime."

"So what do I do about it?" He asked me.

"Nothing, really. Perhaps take an aspirin before sex with your partner might help, but the problem normally goes away by itself."

He nodded, but didn't seem convinced.

"It only happens when I......" He actually blushed slightly.

"Masturbate?" I finished for him.

"Yes, I don't have a girl friend right now." He looked down.

"You might try finding one, usually sex with someone else doesn't cause the problem, at least not as severe."

I looked again at my chart, Ben's blood pressure was a perfect 120/70. All his other tests were normal, healthy.

I smiled at him.

"Can we try a little test?" I asked him.

"I guess so, what?"

"Let's try giving you an orgasm, then I can retake your blood pressure."

"I...Uhh..guess so. Can you do that?" He looked at me in surprise.

"Of course. I am a doctor, we need to find out what is happening."

He blinked a couple of times but didn't say anything.

I reached down and took ahold of his penis, it was still completely firm. I began a few simple strokes, he closed his eyes. He had swelled to nearly twice the size he was when relaxed, I applied more pressure and his eyelids fluttered.

I felt him begin to tense up, so I reached for a nearby towel as I continued to stroke him. Then his mouth came open and the first spurt let go. I quickly moved the towel into position and caught his seed as he let loose with several ropey blasts. There was a lot of it. As he began to soften, I slipped the cuff on his arm and took his pressure, he had jumped to 160/100, still perfectly normal.

"No headache that time?" 

"Just a little bit." He opened his eyes and looked at me. Then he smiled.

"You are a different kind of doctor, aren't you?" He grinned at me as he reached for his clothing.

"I am just trying to help." I smiled back.

"I should come back for another checkup."

"Mr. Miller, this isn't a regular type of thing." 

"I didn't think so." He said, fastening his pants and reaching for his shirt.

"How about I buy you dinner?" He asked.

My mouth opened to tell him I don't date clients, but "OK." came out.

"Great, you are done for the day, right?"

"Yes." We walked out, I locked the door and we crossed the parking lot to his car.

I was wondering just what the hell I thought I was doing?

We drove a couple of miles to a nearby cafe, had a simple meal. We chatted like we had just met and were making friends, not like I had just masturbated him to a climax in my office.

Back in his car, we pulled into the parking lot at the clinic. I thanked him for the nice dinner, started to get out.

"Sally?" He asked.

I stopped and looked back at him.

"I would really like it if you came home with me."

I looked at him and thought about it.

"OK." I said, and got back in his car. It was a 30 minute drive to Ben's house. I felt nervous all the way, but excited too. He opened the door for me and we went inside. His home was well furnished, neat as a pin. He showed me to the couch, went and poured two glasses of wine and came back out to sit beside me.

"You are fun to be with." He said as he leaned in for a kiss, sliding his left arm across my shoulders. I kissed him back, felt his hand come up to stroke my ribcage. Then he reached up and fondled my right breast. 

I began to unbutton his shirt as he worked on my blouse, then he slipped his hand inside and fondled me. I wasn't wearing a bra, I had been going without for some time now. I sighed as his fingertips teased across my nipple, then he leaned down and suckled the tip into his mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over me.

I reached down and tripped the catch on his pants, tugging at them as he lifted his hips to help me. Then he was tugging at mine.

He stood up and stepped out of his pants, his erection was jutting out, swollen and large looking. I leaned forward and slid the head into my mouth, sucking on him firmly. Then I leaned back and looked at him.

Ben smiled, reached down and picked my naked body up and carried me into the bedroom easily. He lay me back, opened my legs and pressed his lips to me. I felt the first small orgasm wash over me, then his tongue lashed at me and I had another more powerful one.

I wanted him in me, I tugged at him, pulling his body up and over me. I felt the head of his cock press and probe, then finding my wetness he slid in partially and paused as I adjusted.




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It felt monstrous, I was already stuffed, I let out a long moan as he pressed again and slid fully inside. My hips were thrashing upwards as I pressed my clit against his pelvic bone with each thrust. Both of his hands were on my breasts, busy. I felt the beginnings of a crashing climax, so I let my legs spread as wide as they could go. He pressed against me as he came, grinding and pressing into me. That was it, I had a blinding explosion that just went on and on.

Finally I felt him relax, he tugged my body towards him as he rolled over on his side, keeping us joined. Then he held me, kissing and nuzzling at my neck. I don't remember when he softened and slid out, the next thing I knew the morning sun was shining across the floor. Ben still lay there wrapped up in my arms, his soft snores close to my ear.

I just wanted to stay there, just like that.

A few minutes later he stirred and woke up.

"Good morning, beautiful!" He smiled at me. Then he rolled over and walked naked towards the shower. I watched him as he went, the muscles on his legs and behind were strong and firm.

He stopped at the door to the bathroom, looked back.

"Coming?"

I hopped out of the bed and also naked climbed in the shower stall with him. He got a bar of soap and scrubbed me from the top of my head to my toes, I felt him harden, the end of his penis bumping against me as he moved. Then I took the soap and washed him, feeling his cock grow and harden even more as I carefully soaped him up.

We rinsed and he took me in his arms, squatted slightly and slid inside me as the warm water flowed over our bodies. I orgasmed again, over and over, he had to hold me up or my knees would have failed me.

Then we washed again, Ben used a towel to dry me off, opening my legs to carefully get to every area. He even spread my cheeks and dabbed at my rectum, sliding a finger across the opening and making my body shudder as he did.

Then we went and laid on the bed. Ben was half hard so I reached down and stroked him some more. He firmed right up, he sure didn't lack in the virility department.

"Hey, did you have any headaches?" I thought to ask.

"Just a little bit, not bad at all." He told me, his erection once more probing at me. He reached behind and pressed one finger against my rectum as his penis began to slowly probe inside me.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Hey, you had your finger in me, I am returning the favor." He laughed, sliding the end of his middle finger inside. I lay on top of him as he fucked me deeply, his finger probing in and out at the same time. It was too much, I couldn't stand it, my body went rigid in waves of pleasure.

Once again, he rolled over, tugging my body with him, keeping himself inserted as he held me close. We lay like that for a long time, finally he slipped out.

I looked at the clock, I was going to be late for work.

"Ben, I have to go to work." I told him, jumping up and heading for another quick shower. I dried off quickly, gathered my clothes that were still in the living room. There was no time to go home and get fresh ones. I would just have to change into a smock at the office. Ben was dressed by the time I came back into the bedroom. We left quickly, and got to my office barely in time.

Ben kissed me and told me he would give me a call. I was humming to myself as I went inside.

"Morning, Sally!" Cheryl said with a grin.

"I see your van was here all night, did you have a heavy date?"

"Yes." I blushed slightly, then grinned at her.

"Hey, good for you!" She laughed. I went into the back room and got a fresh smock, peeled off my outer clothes, leaving just my panties on underneath.

I retrieved and checked my charts for my first client of the day. It was a 30 year old male, I grinned to myself. 10 minutes later I had him standing there naked from the waist down, his nice 5 inch long penis in my latex glove covered hands.

"How has this been working for you?" I smiled sweetly up at his bright red face.

"F-f-fine." He mumbled.

"OK, turn around and lean over the table." I told him.

He obeyed, I looked at his nice tight puckered hole as he bent over and spread his cheeks at my instructions. His hairy testicles hung down in view, too. I knew his cock was getting hard because it was up and out of sight from behind.

I dabbed on some lube and slid my finger inside. I held it there for a moment, feeling his body adjust. Then I stroked it in and out a few times, letting my knuckles bump his groin. He let out a stifled groan. My mind flashed back to what Ben had done to me and I almost orgasmed myself. Then I felt the young man's body give, a spurt came out of his penis onto the table.

"OK, all seems normal." I told him, pulling out my finger and stripping off the latex glove.

"You can get dressed now."

I checked my list again, the next one was a 50 year old female. Oh well.

By the end of my day I was actually on time for a change. I hurried home, made a quick dinner and waited for the phone to ring. Around 10 PM I knew it wasn't going to, I went to bed. The next day went the same, so did the day after that.

By then I knew. I was just another woman to Ben, another conquest. I went home that night depressed, then I realized.

I wasn't in love with Ben, I had only liked having sex with Ben. In fact, it was wonderful, and something I knew I would do again if the situation came up.

I wasn't Ben's conquest. Ben was mine. But something happened that night with him.

I remembered what my friend Lee had told me once.

"Sex is always good, just with some it is damned good!" Then she had laughed. Lee was such a sexual woman, she would be with men if she liked them, and for the sheer fun of it. Her husband Ted was exactly the same, strange to some, wrong to some, but fine for them.

Lord I missed that woman, she would know what I should do.

I sat there in my house in the dark, thinking.

Perhaps somewhere out there was a man who would want me, want to be with me. I wanted to be in love, I wanted sex and cuddling.

I guess I had that once, even with the flaws I had everything I really wanted when I was with Tom. But Tom wanted me to do things, help him satisfy his fantasies. I couldn't just do that, at least I had thought so.

But what if it was with someone I liked? What if that situation came up? What was the difference, I had been with two different men in the last few months, one unsatisfying and one wonderfully so.

Neither one really wanted me other than for a good time. Tom wanted me for me.

What was the difference?

I reached for the telephone, dialed the number. Tom picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, Tom. You need to come up here."

"Sally! Hi! Why?"

"You just need to, Tom."

"Oh. Well, OK, it will take me about four hours."

"Good. Just one thing, OK?"

"What's that?"

"Everything, and I mean everything...on my terms."

He hesitated, I could tell he wasn't understanding.

"I will explain it when you get here. Hurry up!"

I hung up, grinning to myself.

Who knows? We shall see. I have just a few minutes left now, Tom should be here in about 30 minutes or so. Tom wants a sexual woman, I can be one. In fact, I happen to know I am one.

New partners? Maybe, if that is the way things go. But on my terms, when I say so, when I decide.

Meanwhile, Tom is coming. I am excited, I sit here wet with anticipation. I will open the door wearing...nothing.



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Tina pulled out of the kidney dialysis clinic parking lot mentally checking off a list of errands. She still needed to pick up her dry-cleaning and maybe get a quick trim before picking grandma up from her treatment. At 19 Tina would have loved to move out on her own but now that Grandma was sick and had come to live with them it would be much harder. Mom and Dad both worked full-time hours and Tami was still in school. Tina had somewhat flexible hours at work and was really the only one able to work around Grandma's treatment schedule. She wouldn't trade for anything the joy of having Grandma close at hand to tell stories of "the good old days", or to share kitchen tips but sometimes it would be nice to have a little more freedom.

Her mouth twisted in a wry smile. It isn't like she would know what to do with more freedom if it came up and bit her on the butt. She was still alternating between numb and furious after finding out she had been cheated on by both of her last two boyfriends. They had used her as nothing more than a convenient place to get a little relief and that hurt. She didn't just sleep with anyone. Real feelings had to be involved, at least on her part.

As she pulled into the parking lot of her favorite little open-air shopping plaza she noticed that a salon had moved in next to her drycleaner. She quickly picked up the skirt suit she had dropped off earlier in the week and trotted next door to the tiny salon. Country music and the two stylists on duty greeted her warmly. Both women were busy at the moment so Tina sat down and thumbed through a hairstyle magazine. Her own sandy hair, a mix of blond and brown left her feeling dull. An hour and a half later Tina skipped out to the car after leaving a decidedly oversized tip for the stylist. Her long curly hair was now a vibrant copper red and hung in a smooth, shimmering fall straight to her waist. She felt like a new person and the added benefit that her mother would hate it was just the cherry on her sundae.

Tina checked her watch and decided she still had time to kill before she picked up Grandma. On a whim she bypassed her usual coffee stop and headed toward downtown. With her car tucked securely into a pay lot, Tina walked the two blocks to the cutest little coffee and pastry shop she had ever seen. The elderly woman behind the counter grinned like a sprite and turned to prepare an espresso in a tiny china cup. Tina didn't see the large bear of a man watching her from his table by the window. The little flossy haired woman winked and tilted her head toward the man by the window.

"You seem to have an admirer, dear." The woman's gray eyes lit up with mischief. "You should go introduce yourself." She said with a chuckle and in a twinkle she disappeared into the back room. Tina turned and nearly dropped her coffee when she saw who had been watching her.

"We've already been introduced." Tina murmured to no one in particular. Her feet carried her toward him with no conscious direction on her part. His eyes widened in shock and recognition as she stepped toward his table.

She was beautiful. The pretty but awkward girl he had known years ago had changed. She wore a fitted pinstriped jacket and a snug black skirt that ended just below the knee. Sexy without being too revealing, her sheer black stockings had a seam running up the backs of her shapely calves and combined with the stiletto heels brought to mind the pin-up girls of the past. Finally looking back up into startled eyes, somewhere between blue and green, Luke was gratified to discover that she had been as strongly affected as he was. Instantly hard behind the fly of his dark jeans, Luke didn't even try to hide his reaction to her as he stood up. He easily towered over her even in those sky-high do me heels. Tina's hands were trembling when he took the china cup and set it on the table. He took her shaking hands and pulled her up close to his broad chest.

"Luke." Tina whispered against his crisp white button-down shirt. Her reaction to him amazed her as she breathed in scents of clean laundry and sandalwood. He was "the one that got away" and somewhere in her foggy mind she wondered if this was her second chance.

"Um hmm." Luke murmured into her silky hair, still unable to speak. He released her hands so he could pull her even closer, one hand dropping to her hip and the other sliding under the curtain of shiny hair to cup the back of her neck. He held her tightly as if afraid to let her go. Tina shivered as she felt the hard steel of his erection press against her belly. Her knees felt weak and her body answered his, becoming slick with need. She stood there quietly for a moment enjoying the feel of his strong arms, her own body humming with nervous energy.

"I think I need to sit down." Tina said in a quiet but surprisingly steady voice. Luke guided her to the empty chair next to his. She never broke eye contact as he lowered himself to his own chair. "I don't usually act like this and I don't want you to get the idea that I do." Tina picked up her coffee and Luke watched her throat muscles work as she swallowed the hot, bitter brew like a magic elixir. Her eyes closed in appreciation and she calmed, for the moment suppressing the urge to climb him like a horny she-cat.

"This is different and you know it. We've never been able to keep our hands off each other." He rested his hand on her leg and caressed her thigh with the pad of his thumb. A pearl of fluid formed on the tip of his throbbing hard-on when he discovered the strap of her garter belt. Her nipples hardened under his hungry stare and her breath became rapid and shallow. "We should go somewhere a little more private." Tina could see something in his eyes that belied the boldness of his words and that touched her more than she could express. He wasn't sure what her answer would be. She knew in that moment what her decision was and reached for her purse.

"Damn!" She cursed softly when she caught sight of the time on her watch. "I have to pick up Grandma; like five minutes ago!" At the disappointed look on Luke's face her heart clenched. "Can you pick me up at the house around 6:00? I still live at home so I can help take care of Grandma." She set some money on the table to pay for her nearly forgotten coffee, feeling very unsure of herself. "Do you remember where the house is?"

"I remember." His voice spoke volumes more than those two little words should mean. He stood and tossed a few bills on the table to pay for his own coffee. Her heartbeat was a rapid flutter as she rose up on tiptoe to kiss the soft stubble on his cheek. He watched her rounded ass sway in the snug little skirt as she swished out the door and down the block to her car, picturing her clad in nothing but the garter belt, stockings and heels. Swallowing convulsively, he wondered what in the hell he was going to do with the next couple of hours.

Tina's mind was racing as she went about the business of tucking Grandma into her favorite chair with a dinner tray and a nice warm blanket. Deciding that there was plenty of the roast left for her to pack a small picnic. That way they wouldn't have to go out and she wouldn't have to share him with anyone else. With her basket packed and waiting by the door, Tina penned a quick note for the family explaining that she was going out and that dinner was staying warm in the oven and tacked it up on the message board by the door.

Tina saw Luke striding up the walk and opened the door with a relieved smile. Grandma was by now dozing a little. Tina inclined her head toward her grandmother and touched a finger to her full lips that brought images to Luke's mind other that the silence she implied.

"Let's not wake her. The treatment was pretty rough today." Tina spoke in a low velvet voice that made him hunger to hear her moan.

"Good idea." Luke's bass rumble though barely audible turned her insides to jelly as she found herself spun around and pressed back against the front door. His lips descended on hers like a man starving. This was no gentle brushing of lips and Tina couldn't stop the helpless movement of her hips as her body went aflame with lust. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to restrain herself from climbing him like a cat up a tree, Luke slowed his kisses, tracing her plump lower lip with his tongue. "I've been wanting to do that since you walked into the coffee shop today." The words were almost inaudible and Tina felt them more than heard them. She looked up into his face, amazed at the pure power of the attraction between them. He stepped back a little and the cool air between them allowed her to dispel the fog surrounding her thoughts.

"I thought you might be hungry so I packed us a little dinner." Tina glanced down at the basket by their feet.

"That's the best idea I've heard in a long time." Luke wrapped a strong arm around her waist and picked up the basket with the other. Even as Tina locked up behind them, he kept his arm around her, needing the physical contact. He deposited her onto the passenger seat and placed the basket on her lap before brushing a kiss across her forehead and closing the door.

The drive across town was a quiet one, neither of them needing words to express what they were feeling. Luke's hand repeatedly strayed from the wheel to trail up and down her thigh. Tina was still dazed when they pulled into his driveway. She couldn't stop watching him; the expressions played over his handsome face. Concentration warred with anticipation and maybe a little nervousness. Tina gathered the basket from her lap and prepared to reach for the door handle only to find Luke already opening it for her. She smiled to herself. He had always been such a gentleman with her. Luke reached for her hand and pulled her gently from the car, catching the lacy top of her stocking through the slit in the side of her skirt. He dropped a kiss on the column of her throat that left her shivering. His breath caressed her exposed collarbone.

Tina waited, barely hiding her eagerness while he unlocked the door and guided her into the house. The furnishings were simple but comfortable and that theme continued into the kitchen where she deposited the basket onto a counter. She stepped up behind Luke and pressed herself tightly against his broad back. He turned around slowly, leaned back against the counter and settled her gently in the vee of his thighs. Her lips found his throat, his chin, and his lips. He let her set the pace, enjoying this display of her desire. Her small hands played over his chest and shoulders, needing to touch him, to feel his muscles play under the skin. Dinner forgotten, Tina stepped back and broke the kiss, her breath coming in little pants that did interesting things to the full round breasts exposed by the plunging neckline of her jacket. She shivered when he dropped a tiny sucking kiss onto the top of each plump globe. Luke spun her around and caught her tight against him with her full ass pressed into his crotch and his fingers splayed across her ribs just under her breasts.

They made their way slowly toward the bedroom, each step punctuated by a kiss to the creamy skin where her neck met her shoulder or a nip to her surprisingly sensitive earlobe. When they reached the bedroom Luke turned on a small bedside lamp, the soft glow warm like candlelight. Luke sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to pull her down with him but Tina brushed a kiss across his lips and stepped back. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts before slowly unbuttoning her jacket. Inch after inch of ivory flesh was exposed to his hungry gaze. The jacket slipped from her shoulders revealing a black lace corset. Tina turned her back to Luke and peeked over her shoulder at him while she lowered the zipper at the back of her skirt. She bent over much farther than necessary exposing her garter belt and lace cheeky panties.

Luke growled low in his throat; the sound vibrating over her skin left her breathless. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, Luke tossed it carelessly on the floor and toed off his shoes. He pulled her down on top of him, capturing her with a soul-stealing kiss. His hands roamed over her body leaving fire wherever he touched. Luke spread her thighs and positioned her over him, her eyes fluttering closed when the hard ridge of his cock pressed tightly against her core. He teased the plump mounds of flesh spilling over the top of the corset, pulling her closer so he could taste her skin.

Needing to feel his skin against hers, Tina began to loosen the laces running down the front of her corset. When it was unlaced far enough, Luke stripped it over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her nipples were already unbelievably tight and sensitive. Tina whimpered when he began to twist them gently between his fingers. Seeing no objection, he increased the pressure, pinching and plucking at her quivering breasts until she cried out and writhed against him crazily. Luke rolled them both over, pinning her beneath him. His hands roamed leisurely over her warm willing body, gentle fingers leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. She arched her back and pressed her breasts more fully into his palms, reveling in the sensation of skin on skin. Her spread thighs rested on either side of his hips and he slowly rocked his hardness against her. When he finally lowered his head to capture a nipple between his lips she whimpered and when he began to batter the sensitive nub with his tongue she cried out with hoarse wails.

His large, slightly rough palm smoothed down her heaving ribs and caught the clasp of her garter belt. He unsnapped it with nimble fingers and Tina kicked off her sexy heels. Luke stood at the foot of the bed to watch her slide the stockings from her long legs. Clad only in lacy black panties, Tina reached for Luke's wide black belt and tugged him forward until he stood between her widespread thighs. The buckle came loose and the weight of it pulled Luke's jeans down to his ankles. He quickly kicked them aside along with his socks and after a moment's thought, his shorts. His erection sprang free, big and rock hard, and perfectly within her reach. Tina cupped his heavy balls in her hand and caressed them with her thumb. She slowly stroked up and down, loving the sensation of velvet-covered steel. Leaning forward, she placed a small sucking kiss on the broad mushroom shaped head.

His fingers tangled in the flaming silk of her hair and he fought the urge to thrust deep into her throat. She looked so beautiful with large breasts and erect nipples and he could hardly believe she was here licking him like she couldn't get enough. She licked up and down his surging shaft, her agile tongue sending shivers through his body. She looked up; eyes darkened to a mossy green with passion, and wet her already moist strawberry pink lips. Luke groaned when she began to take the head of his cock between her waiting lips. First the head and then the rest of his steel-hard shaft disappeared until her cute little nose brushed his well-trimmed pubic hair. Her tongue never stopped swirling and her throat muscles caressed him tightly. She slowly released him until she could take a breath before starting the process over again, increasing the pace just a fraction with each forward thrust.

Knowing he would cum in moments if she kept this up, Luke slowed their pace and slid his dripping erection from her wet lips. He grasped the waistband of her panties with a growl and stripped them from her legs. Thrusting her thighs apart, he stopped for a moment to enjoy the view. She was shaved completely bare; the lips of her pussy flushed pink and glistened with need. He knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her forward until her thighs rested on his shoulders and the round globes of her ass hung over the edge of the bed. He kissed her belly and the inside of each thigh before giving her one slow lick from asshole to clit. She grasped the sheets in her fists, overwhelmed with sensation as he painted her damp flesh with slow sweeps of his tongue. He speared his tongue deep inside her and withdrew only to turn his attention to the hard little button of her clit.

Tina whimpered when Luke licked his way back to her asshole and her hips bucked wildly when his tongue skewered her there. When her ass was well lubricated by her own juices and his wicked tongue, he pressed one long thick finger inside and began to fuck it slowly in and out in maddening counterpoint to the now spastic rhythm of his tongue in her pussy and his thumb rubbing her clit. Tina's body erupted in a violent sudden orgasm. Her moans rose in both volume and pitch as the waves of her climax washed over her.

"Oh! Wow! Oh Luke! I need you inside me!" Tina panted, moving toward the head of the bed. She collapsed into the pillows and held out her arms. Luke needed no further encouragement and threw himself over her growling like a great big bear. She clasped his shoulders and ran her nails softly over his back while he nuzzled her throat. He nipped gently at her collarbones and sucked deeply on each nipple before taking his cock in his hand and pressing it against her slick folds. He kept the pressure constant, driving her to desperation. Her hips bucked wildly trying to take him into her body but when she pushed forward he retreated, making her tremble with want.

Tina squirmed even more when he began to twist her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He could feel her growing wetter and her helpless moisture glistened on the broad head of his cock. She was more than ready for him and she arched with passion when he finally entered her in one long stroke. Tina wrapped her legs around his thrusting hips and writhed like a woman possessed. Droplets of sweat dripped onto her breasts and belly and when he slammed into her another fraction of an inch and ground his pubic bone against her clit, Tina saw stars. Another climax tore through her, this one so intense that she pulled Luke's cock completely out of her pussy. Several small jets of clear fluid splashed against Luke's belly and thighs. He had seen girls squirt in movies but never in person and he tried to sooth her shaking body as several aftershocks rippled through her.

When she could do more than just twitch and whimper, Tina instructed Luke to kneel in the center of the bed and sit back until his butt rested on his heels. The mirrored closet doors across the room had given her an idea. She straddled his thighs facing away from him. Luke watched her in the mirror as she pointed his thick shaft at her well-lubricated anus. She shivered and moaned softly as just the head of his penis slipped inside her ass. When she was sure he wasn't going to slip out, Tina leaned back against his strong chest and twined her raised arms around his neck. Seeing her arched against him like this was almost too much. She fucked back onto him with sinuous undulating motions of her hips, slowly at first and the faster as the pleasure built. She dropped one hand from Luke's neck and began to knead her breast and pinch her nipple trying to push herself over that edge. Luke grabbed her other breast and pinched the nipple hard, skating on the blade's edge between pleasure and pain.

Tina squealed and thrust back onto him faster and harder. Luke reached down and stabbed two fingers deep into her dripping pussy and she screamed. Her body tensed, incapable of movement except for the clenching muscles of her pussy and ass. Luke roared and shoved deeper into her clenching anus as his own orgasm overtook him. He shot jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her. When their last shudders faded Luke pulled his softening penis out of her and drew her down on the bed next to him. They turned to face each other and fell asleep entwined in each other's arms...

...Tina awoke slowly to the pleasure of having her nipples sucked. She opened her eyes to see her husband Daniel concentrating intently as he licked and nibbled. The fog of sleep cleared quickly from her mind but the dream stayed with her. As she drew her husband up for a good morning kiss she knew she loved him with all her. She had always wondered how her life would have changed had she made different choices but she knew deep down that she was right where she needed to be. That dream had definitely given her some ideas though; ideas that she planned to put into practice in just a few minutes. She shivered and thought to herself with a grin that Dan was lucky to have a girl with such a vivid imagination!



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"If you're both sure this is what you want I'll try. You do understand I'm not a professional but I've done this for some time so if you're sure I'll be happy to give it a try."

Carol nodded and Bill smiled and nodded. 

Richard looked into Carol's eyes and smiled. A few minutes later after getting Carol to relax and go into a deep sleep Richard ask Bill what was it that he and his wife of twenty years wanted him to do.

Bill said "We want you to plant the idea of swinging and sex with multiple partners in Carols mind. She wants to do it but is too shy to do it with out some help. So she has agreed to this."

Richard smiled and understood and after some talking Carol seemed to be in agreement even under hypnotists. Richard thought about it and soon had the idea planted in Carol's mind and also planted a key word for Bill to use when ever he and Carol were ready to move forward into this world of swinging.

It was a Thursday evening and together they sat looking around the hotel lounge. This was where most people came to have an evening of entertainment and a few drinks. Carol had two drinks and smiled shyly at her husband of twenty years. She wondered again if this was what she really wanted to do. She had never strayed on Bill. She was not a virgin when they were married and she admitted to Bill she had had a few men before him. He was fine with this and over the years together they had exchanged some tails of their past sexual exploits. Bill had told Carol of his first encounter with an older lady and how she introduced him to the many pleasures of the flesh. Carol had told Bill about her first encounter with a young boy up at the lake one summer her family spent most of the summer up there. 

Carol said afterwards telling Bill about her first time had given her a thrill and she was happily excited by it. Over the years they had told each other about every thing they ever did with others. Together they even made up stories to get each other excited and in turn had many happy hours of wild sex. 

The kids were now gone from the home and one afternoon as they rolled apart of a very stimulating session of sex Bill suggested they get into swinging. It was not the first time they had talked about swinging. But in the past it had always been part of a roll playing game. This was not roll playing and Carol was surprised as she honestly told Bill she found the idea very exciting. But she also felt she could not now after all theses years she would have a hard time getting naked in front of another man. Bill assured her he would be there all the way and seeing that there first time would most likely be with another couple she could see he was also having sex with the wife or girlfriend of the man. This gave Carol some reassurance and agreed to the hypnotisms to help her get in the mood and free up her shyness. 

They danced and looked around there was one other couple sitting alone at a table near the glass wall that over looked the dark river below. Bill looked at the couple. The woman was slim, generous breast and a short skirt revealed a pair of fine well turned legs. She had a very pretty face was framed by shoulder length blonde hair. 

Bill pointed them out to Carol who seemed to be interested in the man for some strange reason. Bill got up approached the couple and asked if he and his wife might join them as they wanted to be able to look down at the river. Bill pointed out that the hotel turned on lights around midnight to eliminate the river. 

The couple responded kindly to this idea and introduced themselves as Wayne and Karen Branch. They two couples soon found they had a lot in common. 

Wayne asked Carol to dance; she found herself thinking this might be the first man other than her husband she was going to let fuck her in over twenty years. She laughed at the idea but found it very exciting.

While Carol danced Bill found it easy to talk to this very attractive blonde with deep cleavage and deep blue eyes. Bill found himself thinking of how he would like to see her naked and for a split second he visualized watching his Carol giving head to Wayne while he was licking this gorgeous blonde to a climax. His thoughts went no farther than oral sex. But that was enough to get him in a highly erect state. When Carol returned to the table Bill stood and pulled Carol's chair out for her. He smiled down at Karen as he noticed her looking at this extended crotch. Once seated Carol reached over and grabbed his hard-on adding to his pleasure. 

Another round of drinks were at the table with Carol asked Karen it she would join her in going to freshen up. Once gone Bill asked Wayne is they would like to come by the house for a night cap. Wayne explained they lived in the opposite direction and he was afraid he might get caught for drunk driving he was on the road too long. The shorter the better was his words. 

The girls returned to the table and together noticed both husbands were fully erect as they stood. It was Karen that suggested the meet again on Saturday night for dinner and a dance or two. She said she had had enough to drink for this night. 

Feeling some what disappointed Bill and Carol agreed and all four walked out to the parking lot together. Planed or not Bill had Karen by the arm and Wayne had his arm around Carol's shoulders. Wayne's car was nearer and all four stopped as they said Good-night Carol folded into Wayne's arms for was turned out to be a warm tongue swapping kiss followed up with a gentle caress of her breast and a push of his hard-on into her thigh. 

Bill saw this and followed Wayne's' lead with one exception. He whispered into Karen's ear that he was on fire and felt the need to have her.

The four stood there looking at one another all seemed to be in a stupor. Bill said "I'm not sure what happened but as far as we are concerned we like the feeling and we would like to see you guys again and see where this leads."

Wayne smiled and said "We are much like you two. We've had a good life and since the kids a have left the nest we've found ourselves wondering how it would feel to spread our wings into a new adventure. We've been talking about swinging and having sex with others. I think you guys have to. Am I wrong?"

Bill said "No you're not wrong. It's just a little hard for us to get started. However I think since you've been so honest I feel maybe were open to an exploratory try to see how we all feel. I don't know how you feel but maybe just getting naked in front of one another would be an ice breaker."

Karen said "Not here and not now." She looked at Bill as if asking a serious question. 

Carol laughed and said "No. I think we would like to have you over to dinner at our house Saturday instead of coming here. How is that with you two?"

Wayne moved in front of Carol and said as he took her in his arms again. "That a great idea." He pushed his hard-on into her thigh. Carol reached between them and took a hold of his cock. 

Carol moaned.

Bill whipped his cock out and guided it toward Karen how had opened the passengers side door and sat. 

Karen never blinked she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of his cock as she could with out chocking. Wayne quickly did some thing to turn off the interior light. Turning back to Carol Wayne slowly unzipped his trousers. Carol took one last look at Karen as she worked her mouth back and forth on Bill's enormous erection. 

Carol squatted in the shadowed side of the car and grabbed Wayne's cock pulling it into her mouth. In an instant Carol felt her panties get wet. It was hard to see but Carol found herself wanting to see more of Karen as she sucked her husbands cock. 

It did not take long for the familiar grown to come out of Bill's mouth. Carol knew all too well that sound. Bill was about to cum. Carol could taste it before Bill shot off into this strange woman's mouth. This Karen this total stranger was about to take her husbands semen, his sperm that had impregnated her three time in twenty years. Carol was thinking all this as the robust cock in her own mouth grew harder and shook. Carol's tongue was awash the pungent liquid that was as hot as molten lava. The cock that filled her mouth went from warm to red hot in a second. Carol took the mouth filling cum. Carol took air in through her nose. She was about to spit this hot liquid on the asphalt at her feet when she stopped. Looking up into the dim shadowy face she swallowed with out eve taking her mouth off Wayne's cock. 

Karen milked the last few drops from Bill's cock swallowing it all.

The car was in the garage, the nights were out down stairs and Bill was stepping out of the shower when Carol said "Darling do you want to talk about it?"

Bill said "If you're ready."

Carol sat up in bed. Looking as Bill as he pulled his pajama bottoms up she said "At first I felt something akin to betrayal, or maybe a swift passing of jealousy. I'm not sure how I felt for that second before Wayne shoved his cock at me. 

It was in deep shadows but I could see it and I grabbed at it. After that everything went all crazy. I had his cock in my mouth, I could see Karen sliding her mouth on your cock and I got so turned on my wet my panties. A flame shot up through me and I could not take my eyes off Karen. I could taste your cum before you shot off into her mouth. Then Wayne got so hard and his cum was filling my mouth. I was watching Karen and tasting Wayne's semen. I wanted to spit it out but some thing made me look up at his and swallow. I was so hot I think I started to climax myself. Bill now that I think of it again I think this was the sexiest thing I had ever done or have seen in my life."

Bill smiled saying "I felt every bit as erotic as you my dear. I was watching you too. I was so hot watching you that is why I shot off so quickly. It was not that Karen was doing anything special it was watching you. You looked almost consumed with the need to bring him off. You know how much I love you to suck me off. I knew Wayne was getting a great blow-job and this turned me on. I also wondered what it is going to be like next Saturday when they come over here." 

The love making that night was slow and easy. The only thing noticed different was Carol's clitoris was stiffer, longer and more sensitive. Bill brought Carol off the first time with only a few licks of his tongue across her clitoris. Bill thought it was swollen and nearly the size of her succulent nipples. 

Friday was a work day for Bill and since he had only one meeting early in the morning he had some time to think of tomorrow. Around lunch he chose to walk out side on the loading dock. Terry a long time friend stood at the end of the dock smoking. 

Bill said "Those fucking things will kill you if some jealous husband don't first." 

Terry laughed and said "I've really cut back on screwing other men's wives. Of course I still want a little bit of Carol's fine ass. Any chance you'd go long with that?"

"Christ Terry, I've give you a shot at it but its so fine it would drive you crazy wanting it again and again." 

Terry said "Tell you what old friend I've met a really nice lady and we've been at it now for about three months. I'll swap you a night with her for a night with Carol."

Bill thought about it for all of two seconds then said "I know what I have at home now. How do I know what you're offering is as good?"

Terry pulled out a packet of pictures from his inside jacket pocket and handed them to Bill. 

Bill was fifty eight, Terry was a few years younger and the girl in the pictures could not have been much older than Bill's youngest Marline. The girl was trim and solid firm breast with nipples as long and firm as his Carol. Long dark hair surrounded a beautiful face with a wide red mouth. The waist was small really narrow and the crotch was covered with a thick brush pile of dark hair. Terry had himself a winner that was for sure. Bill moaned and said "Wow, she a real doll."

Terry said "Keep going. I think you'll like want you see."

Terry was right Bill did like what he saw. She had Terry's sizeable cock all the way down her throat. She had his cock up her prime plump ass all the way to his balls. And the last was the girl with Terry's cock in her mouth and another in her pussy doggie style. Bill did not know the man behind getting it doggie. 

Bill said "Christ Terry you're into swinging with this youngster."

Terry said "Sure we love if the she has had a taste of a few wet pussies and she loves that too. I'm one lucky fucker."

Bill said "I guess you are. I've got to get some work done I'll talk to you later." Bill turned to walk away.

Terry called after him "That not a "NO" is it?"

Bill thought "You bet your ass it's not" and kept walking.

After dinner Bill and Carol had coffee out on the back screened porch. Bill related his conversation with Terry and told Carol of the pictures of the young girl. He did not ask for a comment but let the choice to answer up to Carol. He could see her thinking it over. She knew Terry and his reputation with the ladies. Terry had hit on Carol openly and making it sound like a joke at many company gathering. But deep down Carol knew it was no joke. 

Carol said "Why not invite Terry and his lady young though she is to out dinner Saturday night. I know we promised a warm welcome to Wayne and Karen but what the hell we're into this now so why not see it through." 

Stunned Bill nearly dropped his coffee cup. "You're sure you're into this with two couples our first time out?"

Carol said "I think it just might be highly interesting to see how it goes. We can always call if off if we don't like it. We don't have to ever do it again. But I think you might get to like this young stuff. Besides I would like to see how she and Karen get on. I got the feeling Karen is up to a little girl on girl too."

Bill sat back and said "Really."

"Carol my love you seemed to be some what more open to the idea of swinging than you were a mere week ago. May I ask what has changed you?" Bill asked with a smile on his face. 

"Bill we've talked, I went to see the hypnotist and we had that some what strange encounter in the parking lot of all places. Then I got to thinking about what I had done before we were married and the fact that you were always willing to accept my indiscretions for some erotic reasons. I've enjoyed our talks and honesty over the years and you know I have in the past gotten excited when ever you've told of you past conquests. So the way I see it we should both enjoy watching one another having sex with others and maybe get a real kick out of it. Even though we've never strayed on each other I feel neither of us is jealous so why not give it a try. It might be fun." Carol sipped her coffee and met her husband's eyes. With out further words the two long time loves came to an unspoken agreement.

Saturday night 

Terry and Joyce arrived first Bill and Carol welcomed both into their home and offered them a choice of drinks. 

Carol let her eyes roam over the firm slim figure of this much younger lady. Remembering what Bill had told her about the pictures she had a quick vision of things to come. Joyce had on a sheath dress with a neck line that came well down showing the round firm unsupported youthful breasts of some one who worked out. A further look confirmed that Joyce had no panties on. Nice very nice Carol thought Bill will like that. 

Before Bill had finished making the drinks the door bell rang again. Carol opened the door and was surprised as Wayne took her into his arms and gave her an open mouth juicy kiss while feeling her breasts and her ass. Carol was surprised but not so much that she pulled back before reaching between them to feel his hard cock. Carol suspected Karen may have helped him get hard before they reached the front door.

Wayne said into her ear. "Nice ass, great tits I can hardly wait." He laughed 

Carol said "Nice cock great kiss but I'll wait until we've had dinner."

Carol got a hug from Karen and a kiss lightly on the mouth before the foursome went into the den at the rear of the house. 

Introductions were made and all seemed happy with each other. 

Karen helped Carol set the table and bring the catered food to the table. If took no more than a few minutes to bring out the first trays and already Bill and Wayne had Joyce between then freely feeling her ass and tits. 

Karen said "We may have to fend for ourselves the boys look like they're busy."

Carol laughing agreed then thought "I wonder what she means?"

Carol watched as the thigh high skirt moved higher all by its self. 

For a second Carol had forgotten all about Terry. Then she felt an arm go around her shoulders as Terry moved between the two ladies hugging them to him. Terry said "No need to do any thing rash as long as I'm here to help you two pretty women with your needs."

Karen shivered at the thought of watching Wayne and Bill working on the young lady and her possibly getting a shot at Carol even if she has to work with Terry.

Terry lowered his hand to caress Carol's prim sweet cheeks and plant a kiss on her neck. Carol sucked in a large breath at the feel of his fingers digging in to her soft flesh. 

Carol thought "What about the food." Then answered her own question with a "Fuck the food."

Carol turned toward Terry and let him kiss her on the mouth. Carol felt Karen wiggle a hand between them and unzip Terry's fly. 

Carol thought "I guess I'm about to see what so many other girls have seen ... or so I've heard."

Karen said "Oh my God." 

Carol moved back and looked down to see Karen's hand wrapped around a very thick cock with a long very pointed tip. It was like thick pointed spear. Carol said "Oh I see."

Karen went to her knees while milking the thick cock several times. Carol blinked kissed Terry again and joined Karen kneeling in front of Terry as if they were paying homage to his cock. In truth they were.

Karen was about to suck on the long pointed tip then paused and pushed the cock toward Carol an offering the hostess the first dibs.

Carol smiled looked over at her husband who as not looking at her then closed her eyes taking Terry thick cock into her mouth. It was hot, hard and throbbing. The skin was pulled tight along the shaft yet the skin was soft silky. Carol did not know how many times she moved her mouth back and forth along the ht shaft before Karen said "My turn."

Karen looked at Carol as Carol removed the cock from her mouth letting spittle dribble down her chain. Karen smiled and slowly took the cock into her mouth. Carol locked eyes with Karen who slowly took more and more of the cock into her mouth until it was all gone from sight. Carol watched as Karen made no move to le the cock out of her mouth. Instead she held the cock deep in her mouth and did some thing with her tongue while sucking on it. What ever Karen was doing Terry started to moan and slowly move his hips back and forth. 

Terry said "Holy fuck. What a cocksucker you are."

Carol attention was taken away for a second as she heard Bill say the same "Holy shit."

Carol looked over to see Bill naked from the waist down standing behind Joyce pumping into her. Wayne was in front doing the same in Joyce's mouth. Carol then noticed why Bill had mouth those words. He was fully implanted in Joyce's firm tight little ass hole. Carol smiled then turned back to see Terry jerk and flex his muscles and she knew he was coming. Karen took the first to Terry furious spurts then offered Carol the cock to get her rewards also. 

Together Carol and Karen sucked Terry dry and licked his cock clean of very last drop. As Terry weak kneed moved back to lean on the table Karen moved close to Carol and kissed her swapping some of Terry's salty semen in exchange for a sweet kiss.




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Carol was still on her knees with her legs slightly parted and as Karen kissed her Karen pushed a hand up under her skirt and wiggled a finger around the edge of her panties to feel the wetness along the swollen lips of Carol's throbbing pussy.

Terry helped the two girls to their feet and helped them out of their dressed. Soon all were naked Terry with another hard-on, Karen with a newly shaved pussy and Carol shaking with sensual anticipation as she was pushed slowly back ward toward the sofa. One seated on the sofa Carol spread her legs lifting her heels up so then rested on the edge of the sofa so her pussy was gapped wide open for the while world to see or at least the others in the room.

Carol had given up any thought of resistance as Karen squatted between her legs and eagerly planted kiss after kiss on her wet gapping pussy. The licks deep along the sweet crack and the nibbles on the puffy clitoris had Carol moaning and shaking her head from side to side in wild abandonment. 

Carol floated through space and time to a summer of long ago. Things long forgotten came crashing back to fill her head. Then it came from somewhere deep inside her a crawling screaming climax that rocked the rafts and shook the pictures on the walls. Carol opened her eyes blinked and let her head roll off to the side as she slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

When Carol came around she was on her bed up stairs and Bill still naked was sitting on the edge of the bed holding her hand. 

Bill said "Welcome back. I thought you were past that passing out thing. You've not done that for years. I think the last time was when I cum up your behind at the birthday party after the party. Remember."

Carol did remember and smiled. "Oh God Bill what did I do"

Bill said "You did not do anything I think Terry and Karen did all the work. You just enjoyed it too much."

"Where are the other?" Carol asked.

"They've gone home. I thought it best to get you in bed and let you get some rest."

Carol said "Did I spoil the party?"

Bill said "No, not at all the other went off together I believe they were headed for Wayne's home. I should guess they will have the rest of night to get acquainted."

Bill said "It was my choice to stay here with you as I think we've had enough of this swinging for a while."

Carol said "Life is all about choices."

KEaster



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I met Rafe at the same time that I thought I might be losing Matteo. I had gone with Matteo to the ER because he'd been shot. At home, not while on duty. His wife, Marissa, had done it. I had wanted to kill the bitch and probably would have if a bleeding and suffering Nicholas hadn't stopped me.

As soon as we got him to the ER a guy in motorcycle gear rushed in past us. I thought he was real fucking rude but couldn't stop to care since I was busy willing my partner to survive. I just noticed him because he had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen on a person before.

They rushed Matteo back to surgery. I was left with nothing to do but sit around the ER waiting for news impatiently while almost losing my fucking mind. Still covered in his blood, I tried my best to keep myself from thinking that he wouldn't pull through. It seemed like it had been more hours than I could count when this doctor in scrubs came from the back through the double doors.

He seemed to float toward me. I couldn't really tell if he was headed my way. He seemed to be walking in slow motion as my heart plummeted to the floor. Tears spilled from my eyes and my body began to tremble and shake. Finally he was standing right in front of me. I stood up even though I felt like I was going to pass out.

As I lifted my face to meet his, through my tears I noticed that it was him, the model in the bike gear. I had the irrational thought that he couldn't be that good of a doctor and that he was going to tell me the last thing I'd want to hear.

"Mrs. Nardozzi?"He asked before starting to speak to me. I didn't correct his error.

My heart beat like a drum in my chest. Just tell me I screamed inside my head. And then he did.

"Your husband pulled through the surgery just fine. I was able to get the bullet out of him and stop the bleeding, he's still in critical condition, but he's stable--"

He stopped talking when we heard a loud screeching voice coming toward us. It was cursing in Italian but I understood every word. Bitch, whore, slut, home wrecker. The words were directed at me.

Matteo's mother was on a rampage and when she reached me and the doctor she slapped me, hard.

I had to steel myself against hurting this woman, the mother of the man I was in love with.

She turned to the doctor and continued in English, "She is not his wife, she is his whore and the reason he is here in the first place."

My voice was hard when I told her that I wasn't the one who shot Matteo.

"No you just defiled his marital bed" she spat.

Marital bed my ass! This woman had no idea what Matteo and I had, that he was planning to leave his wife to be with me. We were going to be married and that wasn't some made up shit by a married dude out to get some pussy from someone other than his wife.

I was actually still wearing the engagement ring that we'd picked out together earlier this year. Caressing it as I sat trying to wait for news had been the only thing keeping me sane.

"Can I see my son? I want to see my son." She was hysterical. 

The doctor was taking this all in with calm and professionalism but even that couldn't hide the curious shock in his eyes when she'd slapped me.

"He will want to see me" I told Mrs. Nardozzi certainly.

"Over my dead body" she snapped.

I wanted to tell her that it could be arranged but instead I just took a seat feeling like if he was okay at least I could breathe again. They walked away together.

****

Rafe had been down in the locker room about to get prepared for his shift when he was called to the ER stat. He had rushed over still in his street clothes. He knew what the story was before he was told somehow. Their story wasn't one he hadn't encountered before. He knew when he saw the death grip of the male's hand that was going into surgery on the the hand of the female holding onto him, that the woman wasn't the man's wife. He didn't know how he knew, he just did.

The rock on her finger did throw him for a loop though, so did the man he'd worked on. The patient had opened his eyes after the surgery and the first thing out of his mouth had been the name Nicole.Rafe understood from what he'd been told that the wife's name was Marissa.

He was breaking all kinds of codes not to mention the law to go talk to this woman but he felt he should. He waited until the room had all but emptied and then he'd gone towards her as she sat twisting her ring around her finger.

She was beautiful to him, even covered in tears and blood. Looking at her he could see why his gunshot victim was taken with her, her eyes spoke volumes. He'd never paid much attention to a woman's eyes before, in an unprofessional way, he was usually focused much further down. He was a tits and ass guy.

As soon as he had begun to see small amounts of relief flowing through her, as he had told her about his patient's condition, all hell had broken loose.

Rafe understood every word that the patient's mom had flung at the unflinching girlfriend. He wanted to say something about the woman slapping her too but he knew he would be way out of line. 

She'd handled it well but maybe that was because she was a cop, or so he'd been told.

He hated to leave her standing there but the patient's mother was causing a scene. He wanted to get her away from prying eyes and ears.

****

Nicole still sat in the same chair, her head down, as Rafe got ready to leave the floor some hours later, to grab a bite to eat. He didn't know why but he felt himself being pulled towards her. Something in him just told him that he couldn't leave her like that.

He'd gone over to her and touched her softly on her shoulder. He jerked his hand back to make sure they hadn't thrown down rug recently on the ER floor. The jolt that went through him at his touch was very real. It even hurt his hand. He wanted to shake his hand off but she was now looking up at him with tired and red rimmed eyes.

Rafe knew the patient's entire family was now outside his room and in other places of the hospital. He also knew that they were not going to allow her entrance. He had overheard them talking when he went up to check on the patient.

I was surprised at the jolt I felt from the doctor's hand. I didn't know it was him until I looked up into those stormy blue eyes of his. I imagined it was my jacket rubbing against the hard plastic chair that had caused the spark of electricity. I sat up and looked around realizing that I had fallen asleep in the chair and that many hours had passed, as it was now daylight outside.

"You should go home and get some rest" he said to me, using that same thick voice that seemed to calm my nerves instantly before.

I could tell he wasn't trying to be insensitive but it still hurt that I couldn't see Matt. 

Tears began running down my face again as I stood. Because, of course he was right I wasn't going to be let into the room. I thanked him with everything in me for saving Matteo and then I left the hospital.

I went home but I couldn't sleep. I took a bath, couldn't eat so I cleaned the house. For three days straight I did nothing but wander around my house. Finally, one day as I was lying on the couch trying to quiet my mind of terrible thoughts I got a call from a number at the hospital.

I was surprised to find that it was the ER doctor calling. He told me to come up to the hospital right away. I flew up there, that's what it felt like.

I entered the hospital room quietly. It was loaded with cards and flowers. Matteo was lying in bed with the TV on; a large part of his chest to his shoulder was bandaged. His short black curly hair was all over the place. I felt like crying again. 

"Hey" I spoke, standing just inside the door.

He looked over at me. Surprise registered on his face, in his chocolate brown eyes, and then he was looking down as if it was hard for him to look at me. I felt so much guilt at that moment and I wanted to apologize. I hadn't realized that I had started apologizing and crying when he said loudly to me that it was not my fault.

"This is my fault" he said, barely looking my way. 

I just looked at him thinking that he was

suffering from guilt too.

"Matt this isn't your fault" I went over to him and took his face in my hands.

"It is" he argued as tears started to roll down his face.

I leaned over him and kissed them all away but more came and then he pulled his hand out of my grasp.

"I don't want you to come up here to see me, I'll be home in a day or two and we can talk then."

He took my hand and it held it to his face.

I took a deep breath and said to him, "baby you don't have to go back to that house."

"I'm not" he said as he looked away from me again, "I'm going to my moms."

"You don't have to do that either."

"I do" he said finally meeting my eyes. "I have a lot of shit to straighten out and I--"

The moment he started to get upset I kissed his mouth to quiet his words. He held my head to him. It felt so very good. 

Before I left I told him that I would be home waiting for him.He nodded at me giving me a tiny smile. I left feeling better than I had in days.

*****

After I left Matteo I went to find the doctor. I wanted to thank him for giving me a call so that I could see Matteo.

I tracked him down at one of the nurse's stations. For a doctor he didn't do thank you well. It seemed to me that Matteo wasn't the only male who had trouble meeting my eyes today.

"What is it?"I found myself asking him.

I wanted to know why he refused to look me in the face. Funny, how I had not asked Matteo the same thing.

"It's none of my business" he said but he met my gaze.

I wanted to know and I asked him again to tell me. Finally I guess he decided to.

"Why him?" he asked me taking the breath from my lungs.

"You're a young, beautiful woman and he's married."

"You're right. It is none of your business" I said shutting myself off from him.

I started to walk away when I felt his hand wrap around my arm. He held me there as anger washed through me.

"I didn't mean to offend you" he said in a strained voice.

I ignored the warmth of his hand on my arm and concentrated on regaining my composure.

"Well you did and you don't know the first about us" I told him.

"You're right. I apologize." He let my arm go and took a step back from me.

****

Rafe watched her walk away and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why the hell he cared or why he couldn't stop thinking about this woman that he didn't even know, who was in an impossibly fucked up situation. He didn't know why her being in love with his patient bothered him. It shouldn't have.

He thought of all of the ridiculous reasons this could be. He hadn't been that long without pussy for sure. It had only been a few weeks up until the other night when he'd invited Lauren over, but even then all he could see was cinnamon colored skin and big brown eyes as he'd pounded away at Lauren with errant enthusiasm.

Rafe could not wait until this patient was released from his care so he could get this, whatever it was, out of his system. It made no fucking sense for him to be feeling this way.

****

It had been two weeks and still I had heard nothing from Matteo. I was beyond worried, stressed and only barely coping well at work. I could do my job but socially I was a mess. I kept my head down and my ears turned to off, not wanting to see or hear the speculation going on around me, about me.

Everyone at the precinct where we worked hated Marissa. They had known about our relationship and our engagement. Our relationship had been going on for three years. Matteo had been beyond miserable when I met him, he had been hateful and mean and no one had liked working with him but I saw into him immediately and I fell in love with him by mistake. 

It wasn't until one night when we were shooting the breeze together that he told me he had feelings for me, that I was able to open myself up to let him see that I cared for him too.

I had never been made love to so passionately by anyone before Matteo. He was aggressive and rough but he was a thorough lover leaving not one part of my body and soul untouched.

Still, after two weeks of not hearing from him I had begun to doubt the strength of our bond. I couldn't call Matteo's cell phone, it was off. I had driven by the house he'd shared with his wife and there was a for sale sign in the yard, which I felt was a good sign. Maybe it was just hard for him to take care of everything that needed handling.

****

A couple of days later I was sitting at my desk, at work, staring at a sandwich that I should have been eating but couldn't because it looked more like maggots than a turkey on rye.

I heard a chorus of "hey Matt" and "what's up, how's it going."

My head whipped around so fast I got dizzy.

Seeing Matteo walk toward me, his arm still in a sling, I wanted to cry but for a good reason. All of my worries disappeared in that instant. Stupidly I'd been thinking that he'd forgotten about me, how much he loved me, and was just going to disappear from my life.

"Hey" I spoke keeping my composure as he walked over to my desk.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

I wanted to say yes but I had to ask if he meant right now, as I was at work.

"No it's cool. I talked to the sarge and he said you could take the day off." 

"Really" I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot.

"Yeah" he said, smiling at me like I was the sun or something.

It took me a minute to take care of what I needed to but then in no time we were off in his black charger.

"Where are we going?" I asked him but he just drove, not telling me a thing.

The pier! I thought as soon as we pulled up, why the pier?

We got out of the car and then I got a good look at his face and I realized that the smiling and shit at the station, it was all a show.

"Just say it." I told him as tears suddenly filled my eyes.

I was too cold in side suddenly to even feel the dread I should have feeling.

"Tell me" I shouted as I walked over to him and stood so close to his face we might have been kissing.

He looked down at me with a pained expression on his face and told me that what we were had to end. I was expecting it but it still hit me like he'd punched me in my stomach.

No. No I thought until it was coming out of my mouth.

"I don't accept that, you're feeling guilty and--"

"She's pregnant" he said silencing me. 

This couldn't have been more of a shock to me. So many different things ran through my mind as I processed it. The one thing he'd always asked of her,she withheld from him and now she was, pregnant. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"I thought that you weren't fucking her" I accused in a quiet tiny voice.

I got much louder because he wouldn't say anything. He wasn't looking at me.

"Was all of this a lie?, were you just using me?" I demanded of him.

"No." he grabbed me and glared into my eyes angrily.

"I love you, you know that. I just--I cant walk away from her when shes carrying my child."

I knew that that had been coming,knew it the moment I heard the words-- shes pregnant.

"And I can't" his voice shook as he looked away.

"I cant keep you on the sidelines forever. I never planned to do that."

"Do you love her?" I found myself asking him from a strangely foreign and empty place.

"You know I fucking don't" he turned to face me, "but it doesn't matter."

"It matters to me" I stated weakly.

"I'm not ever going to leave my kid. I can't be like my father, and im not going to do that to you."

My insides folded in on themselves, "I just don't get a fucking choice then?"

"You know that's not what you want Nicole, you know its not and I don't want that for us."

I didn't know if I wanted him that way or not. All I could hear and feel was him leaving me.

"I told her if we were going to be together like that we would have to move, so were going to leave" He continued to speak though I wished he would shut up.

"When?" Was that even my voice? 

"Two weeks" he answered.

I needed to know, "How long have you been planning this?"

"She told me she was pregnant the night I was shot."

"How do you know its true or that its yours?"

"Why would she lie huh?" He looked at me like he wanted it to be a lie, like he wished it were but knew it wasn't.

"You should go" I finally said to him, barely breathing.

"What?" he asked as if he hadn't heard me but I knew it was only because he was stalling.

"Leave. I need to be alone."

"Not here! I'll take you home." He reached for me.

"Fuck you" I screamed about to explode, "leave, just go, Now."

I screamed as he just stood there looking at me as I broke into pieces.

He finally got in his car and left. Then I did explode and railed and contemplated suicide.

I ended up laying face down in the dirt and sand not knowing if id ever be able to pick myself back up ever again.

****

The next two weeks dragged by. I was an emotional wreck and trying hard not to show it, but they all knew, everyone. What's worse is the pitying looks they threw me when they thought I wasn't looking.

I was sick in the worst way, walking around like a perpetual zombie, I couldn't eat I was nauseous all the time, fatigued, emotional.

The day after he was supposed to have left I walked into work and his desk was empty cleaned off. It hit me so hard in more than just an emotional way.I bent over the desk grabbing my stomach. I felt the need to throw up, my body felt clammy, and then I realized that blood was pooling on the floor between my legs.

Oh god I thought what the fuck is happening to me. I screamed as another pain hit me twisting my insides and the next thing I knew an ambulance was being called and I was being rushed to the ER.

****

It was him the doctor with the eyes like the sky over me telling me I was going to be okay as I was rolled into surgery with him. I knew good damn well I wasn't. I was never going to be okay again.

When I woke up from surgery he was in my room. 

When he tried to tell me what happened I turned away, tears immediately filling my eyes. I didn't need him to tell me what I already fucking knew. I had been pregnant and now I wasn't. I wanted to die, really just end it.

Because of some complications I had to stay in the hospital a few days.

Matteo came in on my second day and the moment I saw him I turned away from him in every way. I had no words, no tears as he laid his head on my bed. He cried for the both of us as he kept telling me how sorry he was, how much he loved me.

From somewhere I found strength, strength from the anger I felt.

"Get out" I said in an eerily calm voice to him, "go back to your pregnant wife." 

I know I cut him deeply with my words but I was certain that it couldn't have been more pain than I'd felt. 

I asked him to leave and he wouldn't. We started to argue loudly and then a nurse came in. Shortly after that security was called and he had to be removed from the room. After that I asked that no one be allowed in to see me. I wanted to be left alone entirely. 

The doctor did come in to visit with me a couple of times per day but I never said a word to him. He always asked how I was and if I needed or wanted anything. I always told him no but having him in the room did cheer me up some, if only a little. He talked alot, I listened.By the time that I was released from the hospital I felt like I knew him. 

This is how it all began.

****



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Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She then moved her seat belt shoulder strap and leaned over. She released Ray's cock from his pants and began licking it gently, soon it was very hard and she began to deep throat it with enthusiasm. Ray reached down and put his hand on the back of her head and began fucking upward with his hips. Cindy was very good at sucking cock and it only took a few minutes before Ray began to moan and then he came in her mouth for the second time that night.

"Swallow it all bitch!" He said and held her onto his cock until he had finished cumming. Cindy carefully licked his cock clean and then sat back up. She reached for her blouse but Ray shook his head and she stopped.

Now sitting up Cindy felt exposed without her blouse on and tried to cover herself.

"Stop it slut, I never told you to hide those pretty tits!" Ray said when he noticed what she was doing. "Put your hands down."

Cindy put her arms down and rode that way feeling very self conscious every time they were next to another car. Several times she glanced over and saw men and women smiling when they noticed she her large breasts were bare.

When they pulled into the driveway Cindy expected Ray to pull all the way into the garage but instead he parked in the drive. He picked up Cindy's blouse and said "Come with me Slut!" and got out of the car. Ray waited for Cindy to get out of the car and watched as she ran around the car trying to hide her large tits. When she got to him he grabbed her arms and pulled them down.

"Never hide your beautiful breasts slut. I like looking at them." He said and then walked slowly up to their front door. There he stood and slowly took out his keys. The porch light was on and Cindy knew that anyone driving by could see that she had no top on. Finally Ray opened the door and they stepped inside. He closed the door behind them and then ordered Cindy to strip.

Cindy stepped out of her shoes and then removed her skirt. Next she took off the harness, popping the butt plug out of her sore ass. She rolled the stockings down and off her legs and stood in front of Ray totally naked.

Ray had watched her strip and when she was done he led her into the living room. "Get down on all fours, I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch in heat." He said roughly.

Cindy immediately got down on all fours and spread her legs apart to give him better access to her pussy from behind. Ray took his clothes off and then knelt behind her and reached between her legs to feel her pussy. She was dripping wet.

"You like this then huh slut?" Ray said, pushing two fingers deep into her cunt.

"Yes Master, I love it." she replied throwing her head back in response to his hand.

"Good 'cause you are going to be getting a lot of it from now on." Ray popped his fingers from her pussy and then positioned his cock at her gapping cunt. With one hard thrust he pushed into her. He grabbed her ample hips and used his arms to pull her back onto him hard. Ray pounded her cunt, feeling his balls slapping her with every stroke. 

Cindy was moaning and swinging her head around. Her big tits were bouncing and jiggling with each thrust. Ray reached up and grabbed her thick black hair, pulling her head back roughly.

"Do you like this bitch. You like being fucked hard!" he growled, his lust showing in his voice.

"Yes! Ugh Master, I love being your slut!" Cindy panted. She was getting close to an orgasm and needed it bad.

"Good bitch! Now I'm gonna fuck your ass." Ray said and pulled his cock out of her cunt. Ray's cock was wet and slick with her juices and Cindy's ass was already loosened up by the butt plug. He put the head of his cock against her ass hole and without much resistance pushed inside her bowels. 

Cindy screamed in pleasure and began cumming instantly as she felt her husband force his cock deep into her ass. It felt so dirty, so slutty to let him take her this way and she loved it.

Ray grabbed her hips once more and pushed forward. His cock sank all the way into her. Cindy's ass was tighter than her pussy and he began to fuck her hard. He looked down to watch as his cock disappeared into her ass. Ray liked the way Cindy's big ass jiggled and that combined with the sound of her grunts as he fucked her tipped him over and he began to cum. He had already came twice that night and so this load was not as large as his first but it was still enough that Cindy could feel it flooding her ass and this triggered her own orgasm. She screamed again as she came and felt her pussy and ass spasm uncontrollably. As he came Ray pushed his cock all the way into her and then stopped and held it there until he was spent. He felt his cock begin to go flaccid and pulled it from her ass making a soft pop as it came free.

"Turn around and lick me clean slut!" Ray said softly.

Cindy turned around and took Ray's softening cock into her mouth gently. She carefully licked his cock clean and then smiled up at him, love evident in her face.

"If this is what my life is going to be like from now on, I'm in heaven." She thought.

Ray smiled down at her and then said. "You did good tonight slut. But this is just the beginning. Your life is going to be very interesting from now on."



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"You shouldn't be here," he said, watching her from across the room. Damn her! She knew how he wanted her, how he could not resist her. Why in the hell had she come?

"I know, but I had to see you." She was nervous and elated. She had done as intended. She was in love with this man and had caught him off guard, with his defenses down…vulnerable.

"Why are you here?"

"I told you on the phone that I had something for you." She wasn't a temptress, but she knew of the effect she had on this man, and she was going to use it to her full advantage. 

She began moving towards him, taking off her shirt with this step, her skirt with that one…and when she reached him, she was wearing nothing more than a blue satin bra and matching satin panties. It was his favorite color and the desire that darkened his eyes told her without words what it did to him to see her like that. 

During their brief acquaintance, they had become rather intimately involved, without really being involved. There had been no actual sex, and there never would be. There were just hints and touches, and looks and words, but before she could walk away completely, she needed to share this one last intimacy with him.

"It's over, baby. Let it go." Desperation laced his voice.

She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and with little resistance, she had it off him and on the floor. She then reached for the snap on his jeans. 

" I know. Believe me, I know all too well that it's over." Though her voice sounded steady to her own ears, she felt the quiver in her throat and the tears that threatened to spill over, so she didn't say anymore, she just unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, easing them down his legs. He had on black cotton boxers that formed a tent over his cock. Once his jeans were off, she eased the boxers down around his cock and then on down his legs to follow the path of the jeans.

He stood before her naked and aroused his heart in the depths of his blazing eyes. Golden flames leapt out at her with all the intensity of a raging inferno. She smiled softly and dropped to her knees, staring at the evidence of his want. There was no turning back.

She reached out to cradle him between her palms. The head was a combination of purple and red and there was a clear drop glistening on the tip. Before she could change her mind, she touched the tip of her tongue to him, licking away the drop, only to have it replaced by another.

His groan was one of helpless surrender.

Placing her hands on his hips, she inched close enough that she could take him fully into her moist and warm mouth. Tickling her way down, her hands found his balls and cupped their weight, massaging them. Her tongue traced the length and width of his cock, coiling itself around him, tasting him, and loving him. Sliding her mouth down the shaft, she moved up and down on him until he was thrusting, bucking his hips, touching the back of her throat.

She had never wanted to love a man in this way, never hungered for the taste, and the regret was deep, but the joy in that moment was pure. His taste was of musk and tartness, a pure maleness…erotic to her tastebuds and she would never forget.

Taking him out of her mouth, she licked him from base to tip and back again. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his length and down to his balls. She pushed against his thighs, silently asking him to open to her. When he complied with another groan and a fist in her dark blond hair, her head fit perfectly between his legs. Delicately, she licked his balls, laving them with her tongue, then took one in her mouth. She sucked gently for a moment, then moved on to its twin. She noticed that the more she suckled his balls, the tighter they became, and the higher they drew up against his body.

Kissing her way back up his cock, she raised her eyes to his. For a moment she was motionless, trying to read the arousal etched on his face, then his erection nudged her and she returned to the task at hand.

He bore her sweet torment for as long as he dared. "Honey, you need to stop now." No! His body screamed, let her finish. "I can't last much longer like this." He pulled on the lock of hair in his hand, trying to pull her up, but her mouth clamped down on him, holding fast. "Baby...honey...I'm going...to come...if you don't stop." He wanted nothing more than to do just that, but... He tried once more to pull her away, but she resisted, tightening her hold. 

So be it, he thought.

Involuntarily or voluntarily, he wasn't sure, but his hips began thrusting back and forth, fucking in and out of her mouth. The hold that he had on her hair had become his anchor in the sea of tormenting, perfect bliss that he was drowning in.

It was close. He would be coming in her mouth and with a mixture of fear and awe, she braced herself for the unknown essence of him. She felt him swell in her mouth and the motion of his hips increased…faster, harder, determined.

From what seemed like a long distance, she heard him tell her to relax her jaw and open her throat. He came the moment that she did. She heard his hoarse shout of release and his reverent repeating of her name. She swallowed and tightened her mouth around him, drawing as much semen out of his cock as she could. With a few more thrusts from him and a few more suckles from her, he was drained, empty, and full all at the same time.

She pulled her mouth from him and licked him clean. With a light, lingering kiss to the tip of his cock, she let him pull her up.

He kissed her full on the mouth, tasting himself and her, and was intoxicated. "W-" He tried to speak, but she put her fingers over his mouth and shook her head. She moved out of his arms, and dressed without a word.

He stood, mesmerized, waiting for her explanation, which she did not give until she got to the entrance of the hallway. She turned to him, looking him over, memorizing the look of love and agony on his face. She smiled her sad smile and this time she couldn't, and wouldn’t hold back the tears. "She's a lucky woman, my lover. Teach her to love you as you are…beautiful, and loving, and lusty, and so tender. I know I do." 

And she turned away; walking out the door of his life, leaving him with the choice that broke his heart to make.

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Tina was a pretty girl in her mid-twenties. She always caught guy's attention and she knew it, she enjoyed it. What she didn't enjoy was being ignored. When Tina set her sights on a man, she was accustomed to getting him. This wasn't the case with Robert and it was frustrating her to no end. 

Robert was a handsome thirty-something that worked in the same office as Tina. Even though he was fit and handsome, Tina would have never noticed him had he noticed her. It started one morning when they shared the elevator on the way in. Robert kept his nose buried in his paper, never acknowledging Tina. He was polite, letting her off the elevator first but she noticed he wasn't even looking at her ass when she glanced back.

Tina promised her fellow women coworkers that Robert would be hers one day. Over the next few weeks Tina tried harder and harder to get Robert's attention. She tried talking to him but he would only politely answer whatever question she asked. She tried dropping something and bending over in front of him in a short, tight skirt but he didn't seem to pay attention. She pulled out the low cleavage trick when she would corner him in the hall or his office but still no reaction. Tina was beyond frustrated. She was mad. She started to dislike Robert. Even though Robert hadn't wronged her in anyway she wanted to punish him and humiliate him for making her feel insignificant.

She talked to their coworkers. Robert had been known to date women. He wasn't gay, apparently. He lived alone. Besides that, the only other thing she knew about him was that he liked the State college football team. He had their logo on just about everything he owned. Which was funny because she was a big Tech fan, State's biggest rival. It wasn't much but it was enough, Tina thought.

Tina did a lot of research and found out Tech was much better than State this year. Soon, Tina was wearing Tech's logo on everything. As the game between the two teams neared she started teasing Robert about how bad his team was going to lose. At first Robert took it in stride but it soon started to get to him. The week before the game Tina was merciless. Finally, when Robert felt he had to defend his team, Tina struck.

As Tina was walking by Robert, who was eating in the lunch room, she commented, "Do you think State will even score against Tech this weekend? They are so pathetic." 

Usually Robert would just laugh it off but enough was enough. "Oh I think they will score enough."

Tina stopped and place her hands on the table so she could look Robert directly in the eye. "Enough?" She asked loud enough to get everyone's attention.

Robert, who was painfully shy, was feeling uncomfortable with everyone listening. "Yes, I think they will score enough to win."

Tina had to fight hard to suppress the grin that was trying to cross her face. "Really? Would you care to bet on that... a friendly little wager?" She said innocently.

"Sure." Robert said, hoping this would end all the attention, "how much?"

"Oh, money is no fun, lets make it interesting." Tina said. Then she paused as if she was thinking about what they could bet on. "I know, whoever loses has to wear one thing the other person picks." 

Robert didn't like the sound of that. "No. I don't think so," he said as he shook his head.

"I see," Tina said, "you think I'm going to have you running around the office in a small thong with the Tech logo on it in front of all the ladies or something like that?" Everyone laughed when they heard this. Robert turned red. "Don't worry, if you did that, it would be your own choice. Whatever the loser has to wear can be worn with regular office attire. Will that ease your mind?"

Robert had an image of a stupid Tech hat or Tech sweatshirt. He could do that. "Fine," he said and shook Tina's hand to finalize the bet.

That weekend Tech beat State 37-3. Robert dreaded going to work to listen to Tina brag, more so than the stupid thing he was going to be forced to wear. Tina on the other hand couldn't wait for Monday morning to get here.

Robert wasn't surprised when Tina showed up in his office first thing in the morning. She approached his desk with a certain swagger and a big grin. "Ok Tina, you won what do I have to wear?" He asked.

Tina laughed, "not much, just this." She then placed a small metal tube on Robert's desk. It was shiny, had a ring, a tube and a small padlock. 

Robert had no idea what it was. "What the hell is that?" he said as he backed away from his desk.

"That is a chastity tube," Tina said with glee. "You put the ring behind your balls and your little dick in the tube." 

Robert protested, "I'm not wearing that! Hell no! I never agreed to wear that."

Tina knew her next few words would be crucial. "You agreed to wear one thing I picked. I pick that. I win, you have to wear it or are you going to welsh on your bet, like I would expect a loser State fan to do? Besides, you can wear your clothes over it. That was agreed upon." Tina paused to let Robert think. "I'll tell you what, I won't even tell anyone you have it on. To be honest I want you to wear it because it turns me on. It will be our secret."

Robert thought about it for a few minutes. His head was swimming. He couldn't welsh on a bet but he didn't want to wear that. He didn't care that it turned Tina on but if she wouldn't tell anyone, it wouldn't be too bad. "Do you promise not to tell?"

"I promise," she said.

With much hesitation Robert picked up the tube and headed to the bathroom. The tube was small and bent downward. Had Robert not been so shocked he might have had a harder time putting it on but his dick was very flaccid and small right then. It was snug but he managed to close it up. He had planned not to wear the lock at all but the only way the the tube would stay on was with the lock in place to keep it from falling off. So he placed the lock on but didn't shut it. He pulled his pants up and was relieved that the device wasn't noticeable through his pants.

When he came back to his office, Tina was waiting. His face was red with embarrassment. "Ok, it's on," he told her. "It's totally ridiculous!" he said to let her know he wasn't happy. "but a bet is a bet"

"Let me see it," Tina demanded. "That's the only way I can know you are wearing it."

"Fine," Robert hissed. "A quick peek should be enough."

As Robert started to undo his zipper Tina walked closer. When he pulled down his underwear Tina saw what she had expected. The lock was open. Quickly, before Robert could move she reached forward and snapped the lock shut. Robert looked down in shock. At first he tried to play it cool. "Alright, very funny Tina. Give me the key," Robert demanded.

"I don't have it here," Tina replied. "You will have to come by my house tonight if you want to get out." Then she left him alone in his office with his thoughts.

For about a hour Robert studied the chastity device. He came to realize that any attempt to get it off could lead to some serious damage to his genitals. "No," he thought "it's best to let Tina have her fun and get the key at her place." He didn't want to make her made at the office. Who knows who she would tell she had locked his dick up. 

The rest of the day Tina took advantage of Robert's situation. She would call him to her office to bring her coffee, or supplies. At lunch she had him carry her tray, fetch her napkins and pay for her meal. She always asked but she knew Robert was too scared to say no. 

At the end of the day Tina gave Robert the address to her apartment. She made him wait a few hours before she allowed him to come over. When he arrived Tina answered the door wearing a skin tight, short, black skirt with a sheer, see through white blouse and black bra. She had a glass of wine in her hand and waved Robert in with the other.

Robert had always thought Tina was hot but a little to outgoing for him. Because of his shyness he wouldn't even let himself consider dating someone so aggressive. Still, as he looked at her now, he couldn't stop from thinking about seeing her completely naked. He had to remind himself why he was there. "Tina, I honored the bet, now give me the key."

Tina smiled. "See Robert, the problem we have is that we never determined how long the loser would have to wear the item."

"No fair!" Robert yelled.

"Oh, I would lower my voice if I was in your situation, Robert." Tina shot back.

Robert was mad but couldn't think of anyway to make Tina give him the key. He could overpower her and see if she had it on her but what if she didn't? She could call the cops. After all, he had put it on himself. He didn't even know if it was in the apartment. The thought of going to a locksmith was too humiliating. "Tina, how long are you going to make me wear this?"

Tina hid her smile when she heard Robert acknowledge she was in control. "That's up to you Robert. Do what I say and it will be off soon enough. If you won't do what I want you to do, you will wear it longer. Your choice. You always have a choice, Robert. Remember that. To start with, I haven't gotten to see my prize yet, so lets start with you removing your clothes."

Robert turned bright red. He started to protest but knew eventually he would have to anyway for her to unlock it. He slowly stood up and started stripping. He expected Tina to turn her head but instead she took a seat very close to him. She stared at him while she sipped her wine. When he was completely naked he tried to cover his dick with his hands. "Come now Robert, no need for that," Tina said. "I can't see your little dick with your cock cage on, move your hands."

Robert did as he was told. He couldn't believe he was standing completely naked in front of Tina. To his surprise his dick started to get hard but before it could grow much it filled the chastity tube. When it did, it pulled the ring behind his balls forward, trying to make room. It didn't hurt but it was very uncomfortable. He couldn't get hard despite his dick wanting desperately to. He was almost glad to be wearing the tube to keep Tina from seeing his excitement, but Tina did notice and she was elated. 

By this time Tina was out of wine. She told Robert to go to the kitchen to fetch her some more. When Robert returned with the wine she apologized for the kitchen being such a mess. "Would you mind going in there and cleaning it up?" She asked. "Of course you don't have to, your choice."

Robert was pissed but didn't want to make Tina mad. He slowly turned and headed to the kitchen. Tina turned her chair around and sat sipping her wine as naked Robert cleaned her kitchen. By the time he finished Robert was a little more comfortable being naked. Tina was ready to see just how far she could push him. "Robert, I spilled some wine on the floor, would you be a dear and get it up?" Robert grabbed a towel and bent down to scrub the floor. "No, Robert you need to really scrub it. Get on all fours so you can put some weight behind it." Tina instructed. Robert did as he was told even though this exposed Robert's ass and balls to Tina, fully. Tina enjoyed watching Robert's ass shake as he scrubbed her floor.

She was wearing a pair of five inch heels with pointed toes. She took the top of her foot and placed it between Robert's legs. Then she started rubbing the top of her shoe on Robert's balls. Robert froze. It felt so good but it was so embarrassing. His dick strained to get hard but couldn't. He was getting more and more frustrated. "Don't stop scrubbing, Robert. We don't want a stain." Tina reminded him. Robert went back to work. While rubbing his balls, Tina couldn't help noticing Robert's tight brown asshole. She took her pointed shoe and stuck the tip up to Robert's asshole. He jumped at first but tried to keep cleaning as if a hot sexy woman wasn't poking him in the ass with her shoe. Robert's dick was now dripping but still restrained from getting hard by the metal tube. 

Tina was getting wet too. She had never had so much control over a man. She wondered how far she could take it. After she had basically toe fucked Robert in the ass for a few minutes with her shoe, she raised her five inch heel to his asshole and pressed down. Robert jumped forward. "Aww Robert, I thought you might enjoy that. I can see by the puddle on floor, from your dick leaking, you liked having my toe in your ass. Oh well, your choice." Tina stressed the word choice. Robert was completely mortified to have Tina suggest he liked something in his ass. Even further embarrassed that his dick was responding with such excitement. Robert leaned back to where Tina had left her heal dangling. He was a bit confused. Did he do it because he wanted to let her have her fun so she would remove his cock cage or because he was so horny and desperate for relief? 

Tina was over the moon. A man had basically offered up his asshole to her for her to penetrate. How delicious. She took some wine and rubbed it on her heel for lubrication. She knew she had him. She thought back to all the times he had ignored her at work. "Well he isn't ignoring me now," she thought as she pushed an inch or two of her heel up Robert's ass. Robert winced as the heel entered his ass. She didn't go too deep fearing that the heel may actually cut him. Still she slowly moved it in and out. Robert tried to adjust to this new feeling. He soon forgot about the sexy woman, heel fucking him in the ass and lost himself in the feeling of his ass being penetrated. 

"What are you doing?" he heard Tina laugh, snapping him back to reality.

"Nothing." Robert said back not understanding why Tina was laughing so hard.

Tina noticed when she had stopped moving her heel in and out, Robert began to rock slightly on her heel. He was actually fucking it himself. He had even made it go deeper than Tina had. "You dirty little pervert. You are fucking my shoe. I bet no one in the office would have guessed you like it in the ass," Tina teased. 

Robert was even more humiliated at the thought of Tina telling anyone. "No, I...I... was just trying to do what you wanted, so you would unlock my dick," he pleaded. 

"Hmmm, it didn't seem like that," Tina teased. "Why don't you turn around and show me how bad you want me to give you your dick back." 

When Robert turned around, Tina had her legs spread wide open with her skirt pulled up. Her wet pussy was on full display. He crawled up between her legs and eagerly went to work. Although Robert's tongue felt incredible Tina didn't let him know it. She humiliated him by asking him if he knew what he was doing or was this the first pussy he had ever seen? She would constantly tell him different ways to lick her. He felt totally demoralized being given instructions like he wasn't any good at giving a woman pleasure. After Tina came, many times, she instructed Robert to lay on his back on the floor. "I guess eating pussy just isn't your thing," she told him as she got up. "Since you aren't a good pussy licker, I'm going to have to make you my little ass licker," Tina said as she lowered her ass over Robert's face. 

Robert had never licked an asshole before and didn't want to now. At first he just sat there with his mouth an inch away from Tina's asshole. His nose could easily smell her ass, even with the juices of her pussy all over his face. While waiting for Robert to start licking, Tina started playing with Robert's balls and cock cage. Robert wanted to get hard and cum more than he had ever wanted to in his life. "So you aren't going to be my ass licker?" Tina asked. "That's ok, your choice." She said as she stopped playing with Robert's locked-up dick.

Robert was desperate to cum. Slowly, Robert stuck out his tongue and touched it to Tina's dark, brown, tight hole. In heaven, Tina started playing with his balls again. When Robert stopped licking, Tina stopped playing. Soon Tina had Robert not only licking her asshole but burying his tongue in it. Tina was amazed at how easy it had been to turn a big strong man into her ass licking fool. She was glowing. 

After a few minutes of having Robert lick her ass, she shifted her hips back so he could lick her pussy some more. This put her wet asshole directly over Robert's nose. As she started cuming she sat down on Robert's face, giving him no choice but to fully smell her ass. When she was done she knew she owned him, completely.

She stood-up and pointed to a chair. Robert did as instructed and took his seat. "Now, let's talk about getting that thing off your dick."

"Thank you," Robert said in relief.

"Tomorrow, I want you to come to the office early. Strip down to just this while you are in the elevator," Tina held up a pair of thong red panties with the Tech logo on the front. "I'll be waiting inside for you. The key to you're cock cage will be in the supply closet on the other side of the office. All you have to do is go get it. As you walk by me I will tell you on what shelf." 

"What the fuck?!" Robert yelled. 

Tina gave him a stern look. This time with a lower voice he asked, "I have to wear this all night? You aren't going to let me cum?" 

Tina smiled as she realized Robert was concentrating on his dick and not the task she had just given him. "How can you cum when you can't even get hard, poor baby." Tina said mockingly. Robert then pleaded with her for release but to no avail. Finally, she shoved his clothes into his arms, including the Tech panties and told him she need to go to sleep. 

"Tina, I can't wear this thong in the office." he pleaded. 

"Don't worry, Robert. Just come a hour before everyone else gets there. I'll already have the key in place." Tina told him. "But, as with everything else, it's your choice." This seem to put Robert a little more at ease. He got dressed and left.

When he got home his head was spinning from everything that had happened. He had never let another person dominate him so thoroughly. He desperately wanted to stoke his dick until he came but the metal tube around his dick kept him from feeling anything. Tina was even controlling when he could play with his own dick. He went to bed very frustrated. 

The next morning he woke up in pain. His dick was trying to get erect while he slept but was denied by the tube. He took a shower, put on the red thong, got dressed and headed into work. Robert wanted this bet over with.

The office building was dead. It would be at least a hour before people started arriving. He boarded an elevator and quickly stripped down to the red thong with the Tech logo. He prayed the elevator wouldn't stop on another floor to pick up someone else. When it reached his floor, the doors opened to find Tina was standing right there but to his horror so was every woman that worked on their floor. Tina quickly reached in and grabbed his pile of clothes off of the floor. Then she held the button for the elevator, so the doors wouldn't close. 

Robert froze. He just stood in the elevator giving all the women a clear view of him naked, in his red thong. It wasn't until Tina whispered, "the key is on the third shelf on the right," did Robert snap out of his nightmare trance. He took off out of the elevator as fast as he could. The women were all lined up in his path so he had to run the gauntlet to reach the closet. As he passed, several swatted and pinched his bare ass. They all howled with laughter at the ridiculous sight of Robert in his thong. As he reached the closet he could hear the women chanting, "Ti-na... Ti-na... Ti-na..." As he closed the door he caught a glimpse of them giving her high fives.

True to her word, the key was right where Tina said it would be. He even notice a pile of clothes sitting on the floor. He was relieved about that too. As he unlocked his cock cage, he realized that even though he had never been more humiliated in his life, he had also never been hornier. When he took the tube off his dick it sprang to life. It was as hard as it had ever been. He couldn't help but start to stroke it. As he did he realized that even though Tina had made him her little ass licker, the only thing the office staff knew was that he had paid off a stupid bet. Not really a big deal now that it was over. Soon, Robert became aware that he was about to cum. His hand started stroking his cock faster. Just before he shot his load the closet door was flung open. He was looking directly at Tina and all the other women. There was nothing he could do, he had no choice. His cum was just starting to spurt from his dick. He couldn't stop stroking it. As he climaxed all he saw were camera flashes. All he heard was laughter, but most of all he heard Tina laughing the loudest.



Choices



What I was not expecting, what I could not have imagined, is being physically overcome by my lust filled desire. He stood there, as he has daily, with the same smile and same swagger he always displays. Why am I suddenly willing to bare myself naked for him? Why do I feel this need for him? Why do I want him to fuck me like a whore? 

I have to stop asking why and figure out how. How can I get him between my legs? How can I get his very nicely proportioned cock in me? How can I possess his essence? 

I could leap from my seat, rush him, pull his pants to the floor, and put a lip lock on his love muscle. That might get his attention but he does not seem to be someone who could handle a direct frontal assault. I have to make him believe I am his choice.

"Everyday Marty, you come by my cube with the same smile and swagger. I don't feel my work day begins until you pass." I hope that I did not sound too forward. I wanted to sound as though he helps make my day.

The smile on Marty's face broadened. "I come by your cube every morning for the same reason, Jason. Hey, lets do lunch today, my treat." 

I guess I was just the right amount of forward, "Lunch sounds good, and I usually break around 12:30. Does that work for you?" I hope he did not hear too much excitement in my voice. I felt like a teen shaking with anticipation.

"Yep, 12:30 is perfect. Lets meet in the break room. You like Dave's Deli?" I got a hint from his voice he felt the same excitement as me.

"Yeah, Dave makes a Rubin to die for. That's a plan, Marty."

I felt buzzed all morning, all my morning contacts clicked; I made a couple high dollar proposals and got contract offers. All I had to wait for is faxed approvals, and they came through at high noon. I could push the paper to production after lunch. As the clock reached 12:27, I was free for lunch.

Marty and I walked into Dave's Deli. We were sixth in line to order, we talked shop until we ordered, then went off to find a table. 

"Jason, I appreciate you having lunch with me. We meet in the morning in passing but never have done anything social." Marty's voice was both excited and apprehensive at the same time. "I hope you are not scared off when I tell you I'm gay. I try to have office friendships but I just can't seem to connect with people."

"I hope you are not scared off by me saying, I don't care. I accept whatever you are as long as you can accept me as I am." Marty's face showed much relief.

"What do you mean, accept you as you are," came his next question.

Marty outed himself to me for no reason even though I suspected him as gay. Now it is my turn to answer his curiosity. "Marty, we have a lot more in common than you suspect. I am gay also; just keep it to myself during the workday. Be yourself, it is not important to be gay Marty, just be Marty."

Our sandwiches arrived and the conversation shifted to other subjects. Marty was very much a conventionalist; we joked and laughed all through our lunch hour. As we headed back to the office and our cubes, Marty asked what I do on weekends.

As I explained the different things I do, he made mental notes. Some things I do are things he does and other things were different. I guess that is the nature of people. "Hey Marty, why don't we meet Saturday, go to the University basketball game, drink a couple beers and hang out? I'm a big fan of University."

"Our first fight already, I'm a fan of Up State. I hope you can forgive that little transgression."

"Little transgression," I smiled, "that is a mortal sin and may require a little wager." I was going to wager my ass although I did not tell Marty that. If University wins, I would let him fuck me. If Up State wins, I would let him fuck me, a total win-win.

"I don't bet money on sports, too easy to lose. I will wager dinner. You win I cook at my place. I win, you cook at your place." Marty made the perfect wager and I knew we do more than see a game and I think he had the same idea.

As the workweek slipped by, Marty and I had our usual morning greetings and one more lunch before Saturday. "I took your advice, Jason. I am trying not to play the gay card and people are noticing it. I owe you."

I laughed heartily adding, "I will collect on that debt, trust me." Marty laughed and we concluded lunch. Walking back to our cubes, Marty whistled. "You are scheming something, Marty. Care to let me in on it?"

Marty did not conceal his agenda. "Well, Jason, I am actually thinking about a payment plan for my IOU."

"Marty, I am confident you will have your payment plan in place by Saturday no matter who cooks dinner. We should go to the game in one car instead of trying to park two. I don't mind riding."

"Then we have a plan, I don't mind driving, you." We both smiled at our veiled double meanings. We were syncing at an interpersonal level.

Saturday arrived with plans of Marty coming to my place for lunch then off to the game; I was becoming anxious waiting. The knock on my door startled me back to the real world. Marty made it on time, exactly.?I made a simple lunch of burgers, chips, and ice tea, I hope that is okay with you.?

"Oh heck, yeah, fine. What can I do to help?" Marty jumped right into helping with. A couple times, we bumped into each other and I swear I felt him purposely push against me, or was it wishful thinking?

We spent lunch in playful banter over which team would win and how much we will enjoy our victory dinner. The ride to the sports complex was short and finding parking was easier than we both expected.

Inside, the basketball arena was awash in color of University black and gold, Up State had supporters in Up State green and blue. All pre game activities were in full swing. University's swing band played a mix of up tempo swing and jazz music. The precision dance squad performed to the music. The place was abuzz when the teams came out for warm up and introductions.

University was the favored team by 25 points, yet Up State was not a push over. The game proved that odds makers get it wrong. At the half, Up State surprised the audience being ahead, not by much, but ahead.

"So, Jason, what are you serving me for dinner," Marty demanded, a playful smile on his face, his eyes sparkled. I was tempted to tell him I was the main course no matter who won.

"Ha! You be serving me your words while I make you eat them. Game ain't over yet!" We went to get some popcorn and soft drinks that Marty paid for. He said it was because I made lunch. On the way back to our seats, I hinted, "I hope you know how I want the evening to end, Marty."

He turned to look at me directly; I could see his lips quiver a bit. "I wasn't sure, only hopeful."

Those last two sentences between us sparked the air. Throughout the second half our spirits sored and neither cared who won the game. University did win; however the margin was less than 25 points, final score was 79 to 68.

"Listen, Jason, I was going to invite you for dinner no matter who won. What do you want on the menu? We'll stop to pick up everything on the way." We got to his car and loaded in. We both seemed to lean into the seat trying to fasten our seat belts. We made momentary cheek-to-cheek contact then turned our faces to each other and shared a quick kiss. "That sweetens the pot."

"Yes, it does, Marty. Lets splurge on dinner; I will split costs with you. How are your cooking skills? I'm thinking salmon, baby potatoes, mixed vegetables, and a beer crafted to go well with fish." I said nothing about dessert because we both knew that menu item.

"Nice idea, lets get the groceries and head for my place." Marty and I talked about the game we watched. Some way the conversation shifted to the game we were playing as a prelude to what we knew was a night of heavy breathing.

"Jason," Marty asked, "why are you willing to come home with me knowing that it isn't about dinner and winning a wager?"

"Each one of your morning stops by my cube are the reason. You can take me to McDonald's for a fish sandwich and fries to pay off your wager. I want enjoy your company and enjoy you." I boldly reached across the center console, put my hand over Marty's crotch, and got a feel of his manliness. "Yes, enjoy you."

Marty sucked in a deep breath, "How do you enjoy your enjoyment, Jason?"

I looked squarely in Marty's face and answered, "You'll get to the bottom of what I like, don't worry." We didn't go to McDonald's, we did buy the few ingredients needed for dinner, and made it to Marty's place in what could only be considered record time.

Preparing dinner was very much a comedy. We both wanted to share the work and we both got in the other's way constantly. Of course, being in the other's way allowed for some incidental touching and intentional touching. Our senses heightened through preparation and when everything was in the oven baking, we had a little time to concentrate on ourselves.

Marty made the first move to embrace me and I followed his lead with our first real kiss. Marty did nothing to hide his growing manhood and I did everything I could to feel it. I was enjoying my own growing manhood.

I dropped my hands to the waistband of Marty's pants trying to loosen the button and lower his zipper. I wanted to have him in my mouth and we had plenty of time while dinner baked.

Marty helped me taking my hand in his and guiding me. When his pants fell to the floor and his cock emerged from hiding, the content in his shorts impressed me. He was over seven inches long and close to two inches thick. I do not like massive cocks and Marty was a perfect full filling size.

I went to my knees to investigate him at eye level then opened my mouth and engulfed his cockhead. Marty sighed a deep moan as my mouth took more of him in. "Oh, holy shit, Jason!" Marty spewed a lot of clear liquid semen as I sucked. I guessed he was very close to cumming and I wanted it in my mouth.

I knew if he had a good cum now, he would be less sensitive in my ass and able to fuck me longer. His pre cum tasted good and soon Marty gave me the warning signal. When his orgasm hit, he jetted copious amounts of sperm I my mouth; I savored every drop and did not swallow until he drained it all onto my tongue.

I chewed his cum as if I tasted the bouquet of a fine wine. I made short sucking noises as I tried to test the taste. In the end, I looked up, saw Marty watching, and then swallowed. He stepped out of his pants and pulled his shirt off. I followed his lead again and got naked.

In the remaining minutes before dinner came from the oven, Marty returned the favor I performed on him. He drew me deeply into his mouth; with his hands, he fondled my ass and tickled my ass hole. Feeling his fingers poking at my ass made me wild, I cried out and spammed wildly in his mouth and on his finger. I wanted to cum and Marty made sure I did. He did not put on the same display I had although he swallowed my offering.

"Marty," I gasped, "that was awesome. You have magic fingers, a magic tongue, and a magic cock that I want in me." As we recovered from our round of oral sex, and while we waited for dinner to finish cooking, we drank a beer.

Our dinner was perfect, filling, not over full, spiced just right, and put us in a good mood. We had not dressed to eat and together, naked, we cleaned the kitchen. In our aroused state, each bump and knock into each other was sexual. Marty felt the jolts of energy also; he kept contact with me as much as possible. 

As we finished cleaning, Marty stepped behind me. I felt him lightly touching, there, but more like a ghost touch. I sighed at the sensation; Marty edged closer. His cock touched me along my butt crack, I sighed deeper. 

Marty excited me with his touches and I yearned to have him in me. I rotated my hips gently hoping to let Marty I was ready for him. He pulled me away from the kitchen guiding me to his open living room. There, we fell onto the deep couch cushions. 

"Jason, I want you," Marty spoke with firm resolve. "I want you to want me, too."

I did not speak my answer; rather I leaned in to kiss Marty with all the passion I could muster. My hands touched his body feeling each hair, each ridge and valley of his skin. Lower my hands crept until I could wrap my fingers around his cock; I stroked his hardness. We broke the kiss long enough for me to tell Marty I wanted him. "Marty, I'm here for you to take, and I want you to take me."

Marty produced a tube of Astroglide from somewhere setting it aside for the right moment. We returned to our kisses and exploration of our bodies. Marty used his skilled fingers to massage my ass and touch my ass hole. I was rocking my hips against his fingers and moaning into his kisses. 

With one hand, Marty continued his exploration. His other hand reached the lube. I felt the moistness against my ass hole as he squeezed. The lubrication of his fingers and my ass let his fingers probe deeper. I pushed hard against the invading probes while crying out in pleasure.

"Marty, holy shit! Fuck me!" I shifted my position to kneel on the couch cushions. Marty scrambled behind me as eager to fuck me, as I was to take it from him. Marty pushed his cock head against my lubricated ass hole, his cock felt huge compared to his fingers although I knew I could take him. 

I relaxed my ass muscles and Marty rewarded me with a hearty push. He slipped fully into me with a loud moan that matched mine. I felt his cock against my prostate giving it stimulation. "We have all night Marty. No hurry to cum, fuck me long and slow."

Marty withdrew slowly and when he was about to pop out, he began an equally slow push back. I swooned with pleasure as each long stroke massaged my prostate adding to my lust. "Oh god, Jason! You feel ... Oh, shit... You feel good on my cock."

I turned to smile at Marty. The pleasure and lust on his face matched mine. He returned my smile with puckered lips and blew a kiss. "You are going to give me an anal orgasm, Marty. Oh, fuck. Your cock is rubbing my prostate and I will cum soon. Keep fucking me. Faster now."

Marty started using more force in his thrusts. He pounded his cock into me as my prostate throbbed against his cock. My p-spot orgasm exploded, semen escaped my cock as if I pissed the cushions. Marty's cock expanded and contracted when his orgasm hit. Warm jets of his sperm sprayed into me; it was a wet load that I gladly accepted.

Our sexual after glow kept us buzzed for many minutes. Marty's raging hard on diminished somewhat although he remained semi erect. He continued to push and pull in and out of me as I squeezed against him savoring all the sensations his body gave mine. I turned my head to look at Marty; I swooned again. The look on his face was that of complete satisfaction mixed with lust and desire. 

I smiled at him hoping he knew I wanted him to continue fucking me; I could not remember being sexually stimulated as Marty made me. "We still have all night, Marty," I breathed. 

Marty smiled through the pure lust on his face. "I know we do Jason. Feel me getting hard in you?" He was growing to full size again and taking longer strokes. Every nerve in my body responded to his renewed ministrations and his new hardness in me.

Many minutes elapsed as we drove our bodies to new heights of passion. Marty forced me to lie on my stomach as he stretched his body on top of me. He kissed and laved my neck and shoulders as he rolled his hips into mine. I fumbled with cushions to place under me giving him deeper penetration of my ass and more stimulation of my swollen prostate.

I felt Marty rise from lying across my back and as he did, he picked up his pace fucking me with more authority. "Oh my god, yes! Marty, fuck me. Shit, fuck me. Your cock, oh fuck, what a cock, fuck!" 

We grunted, moaned, cried, and fucked. Soon, Marty began stroking very erratically as he neared another orgasm. "Jason! Fuck, I'm cumming again. Take my cum, fuck!" He pressed his length into me just as his cock swelled and contracted with a new load of thick milky goodness erupting from his magnificent cock.

Marty collapsed against me as his orgasm spent itself. He breathed heavy from the excretion of two powerful orgasms in my ass and one in my mouth a few hours ago. "Marty," I panted with him, "That was awesome. Rest with me, don't move, just rest."

"Awesome? Awesome nothing! It was you, Jason. You and your hot ass are awesome." Marty continued breathing heavily though I could feel his lips on my neck. Marty did begin to return to normal, his cock weakened in size and finally slipped from ass. We drifted into a slumber of sated lust.

I stirred from my sleep feeling Marty pull away from me. "No," I sighed, "don't go." 

Marty chuckled and rose. "I have to pee. I'll be back."

Although I did not want to move, I knew I needed to use the bathroom also. I groaned as I rose from the cushions, my body telling me just how much I exerted while receiving Marty's sex. "Me too, and a shower."

Just watching Marty walk to the bathroom was a turn on; his every body movement had a deliberate affect on me. I wanted more of him.

Marty finished his pee and I took my place, sitting rather standing. With a great rush, I peed as my ass expelled Marty's lust deposit. Marty stood near me watching me as I watched him. "My god, Jason, I want more of you. Your body excites me. I want to get you in bed and start all over again."

I thought the same thing as I smiled at Marty. "Trust me Marty, we are not done." I flushed my mess down the toilet and began adjusting the shower water. "Shower with me Marty." We stepped into the shower; the cascading hot water soothed my aching muscles and washed our sex from my body.

Marty shared in the comfort of the hot water as we washed. He produced a douching wand for the shower nozzle telling me to relax as he cleaned my rectum. "Let me clean you Jason. I know you will like it. The hot water will flush you clean."

The flow from the hand held wand was gentle and slowly filled my ass. I squeezed against the wand trying to retain as much water as I could before expelling it in a great release. "Marty, I have always enjoyed enemas and douches. Please don't stop, make me clean for your cock." I felt myself building to another anal orgasm. "Like that, Marty. Rub my prostate, make me cum." I squeezed, retained, and released several times until the pressure against my p-spot erupted in orgasm; my cock spewed semen as Marty kept pressure against my prostate.

When my orgasm subsided, Marty removed the wand and let it flow. With soap, he cleaned the wand and handed it to me. "Jason, teach me to have an anal orgasm."

Since Marty had a douching wand, I presumed he did some bottom; however, I had to make sure. "Marty, this important, do you like bottom? It won't happen unless you can really relax into the sensations your body gives you."

He looked at me as though he never heard a question like mine. "I do bottom sometimes. It never really feels good to me." We finished our shower, dried, and returned to the living room naked. "How did you learn to enjoy your bottom, Jason?" 

There were a dozen answers screaming to escape, all the technical answers, anatomical answers, and sexual answers competing for voice. My simple answer seemed to satisfy, "Slowly, Marty."

The expected next question forced me to the root of the question, "Why slowly?"

I slid across the couch sitting next to Marty. I draped my arm around his shoulders, drew his face to mine and kissed him sensually. "Slowly," I whispered. We continued kissing, Marty following my lead. My other hand and arm caressed his torso, Marty's nipples were stiff, and I pinched them hard enough to get whimpers from Marty. Then with just fingertips grazing his skin, my hand went lower over his abdomen, and lightly touched his hard cock.




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Marty jerked at the sensation of my fingertips touching his cock. "Remember, slowly." My hand traveled down the inside of one thigh and up the other. My palm cupped his balls and Marty cried out with passion. The tips of my fingers traveled up again to pinch and rub his nipples. Marty's breath caught in his throat when I pinched his tender left bud.

I let my hand travel back to his cock. This time I grasped it loosely and stroked it slowly and very tenderly. I felt Marty tighten up as his orgasm built. I let his cock slip from my hand before Marty hit the point of no return. "Did you feel it, Marty? Did you feel your ass muscles clench before I stopped jerking you?" Marty confirmed he felt it. "That was your ass telling you it feels good also."

We continued kissing and fondling. I changed my tactic and began kissing down Marty's body until my nose sniffed his arousal. Sliding from the couch, I kissed down one thigh and up the other until my mouth found Marty's ball sack. I licked his balls and Marty reacted by spreading his legs wider. I gently encouraged him to lift his legs using my hands to push slightly. As Marty raised his legs, I licked that place called the taint, taint balls, taint ass hole. Marty reacted by rolling his hips higher exposing his ass hole to me.

Marty sighed silently as he experienced new feelings. I licked lower making only the slightest contact with his puckered ass hole then went back up. Marty groaned and tried to push his ass into my face. I moved one hand to his cock, Marty was throbbing and his cock leaked his own natural lube.

I held his cock, not stroking it and licked back down to his ass hole. I used my tongue to wet his ass hole and he relaxed into the feeling of my tongue probing and pushing. I moved my other hand up Marty's thigh, under my chin, and put a little finger pressure on his puckered red eye. Still licking and probing with me tongue, I wet my finger and began to push. Marty jerked and moaned. He clenched my finger with his sphincter muscles then relaxed as I pushed a little harder.

My finger slipped easily and deeply into his ass. My fingertip explored his rectum and when my fingertip found the little acorn sized prostate, I pressed against it. Marty cried out in pleasure and pushed against my finger. "Oh fuck! Jason, I feel it," panted Marty. I knew it was time to bring Marty off.

I moved my mouth up to his balls then licked the length of Marty's cock. My mouth engulfed his shaft and I savored the taste of his leaking fluids. I worked his marvelous man shaft with my mouth and tongue as I kept pressure on his prostate. Marty was not in control of his body, he bucked his hips against my finger while I fucked his cock with my mouth.

Marty was incoherent, babbling about cumming and I pressed against his prostate harder. He was near a p-spot orgasm and very near giving me another taste of his cum. Suddenly; Marty arched his hips high and pushed against my finger. I tasted a stream of semen and swallowed quickly; I knew his cum was seconds away.

Marty came in great waves of sperm mixed with copious amounts of semen from his p-spot orgasm. I could hardly keep up with the load he deposited in my mouth. I swallowed twice and got a third mouth full before he slumped in orgasmic bliss. I did not remove my mouth from his cock or my finger from his ass. I did release pressure against his p-spot so Marty could recover from the experience.

My cock throbbed from my own excitement, I wanted to fuck Marty. His breathing came back to normal and he finally spoke coherent words, "That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt. How could you swallow so much? I know I flooded your mouth." Marty face shown satisfaction, lust, and more that words cannot describe, "Fuck me Jason, I want to feel you."

My finger began working against his prostate again and I sucked his cock into my mouth. Marty helped me find lube and I spread some on my cock and his ass even as my finger still massaged his p-spot. I rose to full kneeling position and brought my cock up to his ass. 

In a quick move, my finger pulled out and my cock pressed into Marty. He gasped as my cock slid home until I was balls deep in his ass. "I won't last long Marty. I am more excited by you than you can guess." I withdrew and pushed, adjusted myself to give Marty a p-spot massage as I fucked him. Marty surprised me; his libido was stronger than anyone I know. He was getting hard again. I knew that soon his man pole would fill my ass with more cock. 

I fucked Marty faster as my orgasm built. Marty told me to cum, "Don't hold back, Jason. Give me your load." After a half dozen more thrusts, I buried my cock to the hilt and blew my cum into his bowels. When I finished jetting my cum, I began stroking again in slow passion filled strokes until I softened and could not get any more penetration.

I wanted his cock in me and even in my desensitized state, I straddled his cock. My ass was lubed enough to take his full length and width with little resistance, I screamed in lust as my ass filled with Marty's magnificent cock. I rose until his cock almost escaped me then pressed my full weight down. "Fuck me hard Marty! Fuck me!" 

"Lay on your back. Let me mount you." Marty all but threw me onto my back, grabbed the lube, and lathered some on and in my ass. He applied some to his cock and mounted me. His thrust was swift filling me with cock. Marty pulled my legs to my chest and locked his arms behind my knees. I knew, in this position, Marty could pound his cock into me, I also knew it would last for a while since he had four orgasms already.

He did not deny me a hard pounding. I grunted with each thrust. Marty pistoned into me smacking my balls and giving me moments of pain, It was now me babbling incoherently. Marty kept a wild pace going for several minutes until I begged him to slow down. 

Marty leaned his body over mine drawing my legs even tighter to my chest. We kissed in a fury of lust driven kisses all the while, Marty continued fucking me more slowly now giving me his full size. Many more minutes passed until Marty again took the pace faster and harder. I knew he was about to cum and I begged him for it. Marty's cock expanded as he thrust his full length into me. Then came his contraction and the feel of his cum filling me again. His contractions lasted many seconds even after his flow ceased. 

Marty kept me locked in position, his arms locked behind my knees. His cock shrunk to normal and slipped from me. Only then did he release my legs. Marty slowly moved down my body giving me kisses and licks. When he reached my semi hard cock, he sucked it into his mouth.

I was unprepared for the sudden engulfing of my cock in Marty's mouth. The feeling of Marty fucking was fresh in my mind and my ass. As Marty sucked, he played with my still wet ass hole. I felt a finger slip past my sphincter into my cum filled rectum. Marty found my prostate and pressed his finger against it, I jerked and groaned in surprise and pleasure. He held the pressure for a time then released. Over the next several minutes, he performed the pressure and release exercise on my prostate while he sucked my cock.

Marty wanted me to come as he had from his p-spot orgasm and I wanted very much to give it to him. Marty began moving his finger in a come here motion across my prostate. I was rocking against it when he suddenly removed his finger from my ass, but just a quickly replaced one finger with two fluttering them against my p-spot. 

The building pressure in my ass was the prelude to my coming anal orgasm. I push against the invader as though I had to evacuate my bowels. Marty kept his fingers working. I cried out in pure pleasure when my ass convulsed and my cock streamed semen in long gushes into Marty's mouth. How could he swallow so fast, I filled his mouth with huge streams of clear semen. Even as I begged him to stop, he kept my ass cumming. 

When Marty did release his pressure on my prostate and I stopped cumming, the force of my orgasm made me pass out. When I regained consciousness and saw Marty's smile, I smiled back. "I'm done, Marty. No more. Just lay here with me." We both drifted into a deep sleep.

Sunday morning we woke and groaned as we began moving. "Jason, my cock is sore, your ass squeezed me too hard and I'm sore." We laughed at his complaint and Marty added, "I'm glad I lost the bet, what would have happened if I had won?"

I looked Marty squarely in the eye and smiled. "I still feel your cock in me, I think it?s called a ghost feeling and I am just as sore as you. Your cock is amazing and you use it so very well. If I had lost the bet, the result would be the same only at my place. I knew I was going to have you in me no matter who won. I guess we both won." Marty leaned in and we kissed.

Monday morning I sat in my cube at work when Marty came past with his good morning greeting. Today he lingered a little longer as we joked about the weekend game bet he lost. "You know, Jason, University plays Southern this weekend. Any bets?"

My smile answered the question without words. "Same bet?"



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As the waiter drew the curtain, a chill ran down her spine.

She'd heard about Chez Nous...how very exclusive it was, how each u-shaped booth was separated from the others, so that the elite could dine without the stares of onlookers and other uninvited interruptions. She'd read--in some hoity-toity rag, about how no waiter would bother you until you pressed a intercom button on your table, indicating you were ready to order, or to have the next course be served. She'd never dreamt she would find herself dining here one day--and certainly not as a reward for this type of achievement.

She didn't kid herself...she knew that the curtain was not about to be opened again anytime soon, how the waiter was not about to be summoned for a long while. He liked to take his time with her, allowing nothing to interrupt their session together. Not until he was finished with her. Completely finished.

She looked across the table, past the candles and the orchids, and into his deep, steely blue eyes. They disquieted her, as they always did. But she knew if she dared look away, things would go harshly for her later, so she locked her stare into his, awaiting his words with trepidation... resignation....and hunger.

"Close your eyes," he commanded, much to her surprise. He often blindfolded her at home when they had one of their 'talks,' but he had never conducted such a session outside. He said that her lack of sight, as well as the lack of movement he often ensured during such sessions, would make the words travel much deeper, right into the depths of her soul. She had found him to be correct...his words had rooted themselves into her subconscious and captivated her during the hours she and her Master spent apart each day. 

She closed her eyes and waited, agitated by the minutes of silence that followed. She knew better than to disturb the silence herself...he had left her with a painful reminder of that particular infraction. Suddenly she realized why the booth had become so quiet, and quickly adjusted herself...her hands underneath her butt, her thighs separated, her lips left slightly open. She braced herself, knowing that she would be made to atone for such unforgivable oversights. Damn! After all these weeks, how could she have forgotten?

She heard him chuckle to himself, and pictured him planning her penalties, a small smile spreading across his lips as it always did when he decided in which fashion to mete out her daily penance. He waited a few more moments, making her truly own her anxiousness, before his lecture began.

"This evening, you will have a treat, my love--the reward of choice," he whispered slowly into her ear. "Tonight, you won't be allowed to hide behind the security of your patented 'Whatever you wish, Master, whatever you like' answers. Instead, you'll order your own treatment, much as I'll order our dinner from the menu. Does that please you, love?"

She knew she did not have to speak...the way she fidgeted in place would be answer enough. His voice, his words cascaded across her skin, leaving shivers in their path.

He placed his crooked finger under her chin and lifted her face, so that he could ensure that she did not open her eyes, and also to reiterate that he was speaking directly to her...as if this was a standard business discussion. He always seemed to know what to do to deepen her experience with him, and he never held back...always stretching her limits. She tried to remain still.

"Tonight, when we leave the restaurant...when I take you outside...would you prefer that I begin your punishment in the alley behind the restaurant, or shall I wait until we get you into the back of the van?" he asked, matter-of-factly, as if he were taking project notes.

She hesitated for just a moment, figuring the hesitation, in this case, would be permissible, as she was evaluating her choices. "The van, Sir," she responded slowly...the words almost wrenched from her lips.

"Excuse me?" was his harsh reply.

She immediately corrected herself. "Please begin my punishment in the van, Master,"

"Hmmm, of course, my dear, I would be happy to punish you in the van as per your most polite request. But tell me, why is the van your choice?"

"Master, I beg you to begin my punishment in the van because there will be less chance of interruption...and I know how you dislike interruption."

She felt his finger move from her chin and begin to slowly caress her cheek. "Good answer, love." he murmured approvingly. She leaned her head toward his sweet touch; he did not reprimand the movement. For the moment, she was his pet, and she was enjoying his praise.

"When we get into the van," he continued, moving his finger down to trace the inside of her lips, "shall I use ropes or chains to bind your wrist cuffs to the ceiling hooks?" The tone of voice, so matter-of-factly creating the scene in her mind, increased her wetness, which had started from the moment they had sat down together. The finger continued tracing her mouth, awaiting her answer.

"Ahhh...it is a hard decision, Sir. I know you love how little give comes with the rope...but how you also enjoy the clanking of the chains. Perhaps one of each, Sir?"

"Mmm...you bring up a good point, love....both choices are rather delicious for me. I think the rope, though...we won't want you to have any give at all tonight...and we'll save the chain for your collar. Would that be to your liking, pet?"

"Yes, Master, please use the rope on my wrist cuffs and the chain on my collar as you punish me in the van." She smiled inwardly, pleased that she remembered the rule to reiterate the lesson as completely as possible at each turn.

His hand moved from her lips, down to her nipples, making tiny circles that drove her mad. The other hand joined his explorations, each circling a breast, and then zeroing in on her nipples, which he pinched and tugged at firmly through her silk shirt, as he loved to do. She found it almost impossible to stay still, her breath had become quite slow and deliberate, her head and back arching slightly, to give him better access.

"My love, your enthusiasm is so very infectious, you are getting me quite eager to begin with you. But there are a few more points we must clarify, so you can receive the punishment you have so eloquently requested. Would you prefer I cut your clothes off with my hunting knife, or with my shears?"

She knew the knife would take longer, and that he liked to prolong her torture. She opted for the knife, and was rewarded for her speedy reply by his fingers, moving down to her thighs, and then slowing moving inward, one hand invading her pussy while the other began a slow and intense massage of her clit. She gasped with pleasure, in spite of the lessons he'd taught her to remain still at such intrusions, and risked certain punishment by spreading her legs as far as the booth seat would allow, tensing her thigh muscles and trying to will on the orgasm that she knew he would never permit her to have--at least not so quickly and so easily. 

He continued a few moments longer, teasing her with the pleasure she so yearned for...the pleasure he had denied her for days. But then, as she knew they would, the fingers stopped their dance, but stayed poised on their respective targets as he restarted his interrogation.

"One last thing, my pet, and I want you to think about this one carefully, considering the alternatives over dinner before answering me during dessert. Will you do that for me, darling?"

"Yes Master," she replied, trying unsuccessfully to squeeze her legs together to force his fingers back into motion.

"Tell me, sweet one, in the van, so very private and free from interruption, as your wrists are bound overhead with no give, and your ripped clothes tossed aside, shall I gag you first and rape your tight little cunt, or shall I place a dildo there and another up your ass while I shove my cock down your throat?"

And before she could get out the gasp that his choice provoked, he quickly removed his hands from between her legs and rammed the left one deep into her mouth, forcing her to suck her juices from his fingers, and telling her, in no uncertain terms, what he wished her answer to be.  She heard him use the other hand to ring for the waiter and tell the intercom in a most calm and commanding tone, "You may take our order now, please."



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I was running very late. Flight delays, slow baggage handlers, it took forever to get away from the airport. I was supposed to meet you at the hotel at 5:00, and it was already 6:00. This was our weekend away. Away from jobs, phones, computers. Just for us. And already I was screwing it up. 

Finally arriving at the hotel, I left the car with the valet and headed for the desk. I asked the clerk if you had already checked in. He checked my ID and handed me a key card along with an envelope. "Your wife left this for you", he said. 

Once in the elevator, I opened the envelope. Inside was your note, telling me to shower, shave, and dress in what you had laid out for me on the bed. Once dressed, I was to come downstairs and find you in the hotel lounge. 

After refreshing shower and shave, I headed to the bed to see what you had selected for me. I found my black double-breasted suit, with a blue dress shirt and your favorite tie. I was puzzled a bit though when I found a pair a bright red thong panties included with the ensemble. You knew how I loved the feel of your panties as you rubbed them against my body. Apparently tonight I was to experience it first hand. 

As I pulled them up my legs, I began to get excited. "This could be some evening", I thought. 

As I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, I checked my watch. It was after 6:30. I knew I was in trouble. How much, I could never have anticipated. Hearing music coming from the lounge, I walked to the doorway, and stood there surveying the scene before me. There was a bar at one end of the room, with a dance floor in the middle, surrounded by booths. The lighting was fairly dim, the music sensual, and based on the number of people there, a pretty slow night. 

I saw you sitting on a stool at the bar, and what a vision you were. You'd gotten your hair done today. It was cut much shorter, and much sexier. Your makeup a little more severe than usual, but then we weren't here for a PTA meeting. You wore a white, long sleeved, silk blouse, with several of the top buttons undone. Your beautiful breasts were displaying more cleavage than I thought possible. You must have paid a visit to Victoria's Secret today as well. The blouse was tucked nicely into a very short, very tight black skirt. Dark, seamed stockings encased your legs leading down to a very sexy pair of black patent leather pumps with four inch stiletto heels. A wet dream sitting right there on a stool in front of me. And, it was my wife. 

It was then that I noticed, you weren't sitting there alone. You were face to face, in an animated conversation with a man I didn't recognize. You sat close enough that your knees were in between his legs. At times, during your conversation, you would occasionally rest your hand on his leg. What was going on? 

I walked up to the bar, and taking the stool next to yours, ordered a Crown on the rocks. I thought you would turn and welcome me. But that didn't happen. You remained in your conversation and ignored me. I sat there alone with my drink, which disappeared quickly. 

As I ordered another,your new friend got up and as he headed out of the room said to you, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." I was stunned to hear you say, "Hurry back, I have plans for you tonight." 

As we sat there in silence, my second drink began to disappear. With your back still toward me, I put my hand on your shoulder. You shrugged if off, and told me, "You know, I've been horny all day anticipating tonight I put a lot of effort into this, and you couldn't even be on time. I sat here, alone, waiting while man after man hit on me. I finally decided, why should I suffer. So I accepted Paul's offer of a drink. He's nice, and I'm enjoying myself." 

With that, you turned toward me, and with fire in your eyes said, "You can watch, but don't interfere." 

At that moment, Paul returned to his stool, but instead of sitting down, he invited you to move to a booth. "Go find us one", you said, "Something private. I need to visit the ladies, then I'll come find you." 

As he left to find just the right location, you left your stool and stood next to me. Your hand found my cock, now straining against the silky panties you had me wear. Squeezing it harder than I found comfortable, you whispered into my ear, "I see you're enjoying this honey. But, the best is yet to come." 

Paul had found a booth back in the corner of the room, just off the dance floor, but an area definitely private. I grabbed my drink, and found a booth of my own where I could observe you and your newfound, 'friend'. It was pretty dim, but I could see the two of you. Sitting closely together. You were leaning into him, your hand resting on his arm. Under the table, his hand was stroking your leg from your knee to the bottom of your skirt. The path of his hand gaining more and more ground as he pushed your skirt higher up your thighs with nearly every stroke. When you looked up at him, his head dipped down to kiss you. A kiss, you eagerly accepted. His hand then went between your legs, and disappeared under what little of your skirt still covered them. I saw your body flinch and I knew he had reached your pussy. You put both your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you. 

As the kiss ended, you slid out of the booth, and pulling him with you, headed for the dance floor. It was a rock tune, with a hard beat. Starting face to face, you soon turned away from him, and began to back up until you had your ass firmly planted against him. You reached behind him to pull him even closer to you, and started sliding your body up and down against his cock. As he reached around you, he placed one hand over your pussy, the other dipped into the top of your blouse and wrapped around one of your breasts. His face nestled in the crook of your neck and he began to cover your neck with kisses. Your head was thrown back, resting on his shoulder. 

It was an intoxicating sight. Seeing my wife of thirty-two years, the mother of my children, dry humping a complete stranger in public. And doing it knowing I was watching your every move. I should have been furious. I should have run to you and pulled you away from him. I should have, but there had been your warning not to interfere. And then, I realized that my cock was harder than I could ever remember it being. What was wrong with us. You for doing this, me for getting so aroused by it. 

The music changed, this time a much slower tune. It was a song for lovers to dance to. But the type of music being played didn't seem to matter to the two of you. As he moved you closer to the corner of the dance floor, by your booth, he was pulling the front of your skirt up to expose the lacy tops of your stockings, and then your panties. I was reminded, as they came into view, that they matched mine. My dick got even harder. I dropped my hand into my lap and started to stroke myself. One of your hands left Paul's back and forced its way between your bodies. I could tell you were stroking his cock with your hand. The look on his face confirmed it. 

Eventually you headed back to your booth. In between long, passionate kisses, you finished your drinks. You whispered into his ear, and the two of you left the booth headed for the exit. I heard you tell him to go on ahead, you'd meet him in the lobby. As he left the lounge, you came to my booth and slid in next to me. Your skirt rising up enough to show me your panties, you once again grabbed my dick and began to stroke it. 

"Yes, I see you are enjoying the show", you said. "I'll be gone for a bit. Wait here for me". With that, you gave my cock a final squeeze, and slid out of the booth. 

I saw you exit the lounge and go up to Paul. You dragged him toward the elevators. You were going to fuck him. I wanted to scream NO, but didn't. Why didn't I stop this? Was it because I didn't want you to fuck him, or because I wanted to watch you fuck him? I sat there, drinking more than I should, waiting, hoping, you'd return to me. 

I must have completely lost track of time. All of a sudden you were sliding back into my booth. Your lipstick was smeared, your blouse open another button or two. Raising your had behind my head, you pulled my face toward yours. Our lips met, open mouthed, our tongues reaching out urgently to each other. There was a different taste in your mouth. It was Tangy, something familiar, yet somehow different. 

Your hand, once again, found it's way into my lap. This time, pulling down my zipper and reaching inside, you rubbed my cock through my panties. 

I groaned my questions to you. "Where did you go with him? Did you fuck him? But, you weren't gone long enough to fuck him, were you?" 

You sat there stroking me, and smiling, said "I took him to our room. And no, although I wanted to, I didn't fuck him. Let's just say he didn't leave completely unsatisfied." Then I remembered what that familiar, tangy, taste in your mouth was. 

"Why did you do this to us? What does it mean?" You responded, "It means I was curious, I was angry, I wanted to hurt you. It means I made a choice. I chose you." 

"Now, take me up to our room and fuck me. I need you in me now!"



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Disclaimer: The following story is true, the names have been omitted to protect the guilty. If you are under the legal limit for your state or are offended by literature with explicit and graphic details of sexually oriented material, go no further. This may be reproduced, distributed, and copied so long as no profit is drawn from this work. Thank you and enjoy.

A Choice -a true story-

Many things have happened in my life that have impacted me in one way or another. In sexual terms, although I was not a virgin, I was extremely green about many things, despite my extensive knowledge on the female anatomy. One thing I had never done, however was have unprotected sex. My studies did indeed turn up the consequences that overcome many my age and force them into a world of pregnancy, disease, or in general, a lifetime of regret for a few moments of pleasure. I had vowed to never succumb to such. To this day I have succeeded in not falling to this, though the path that I chose to achieve this vow has changed considerably. It all started my freshmen year at College.

I had met a girl in my fall semester. It was nothing special just yet, and through a sheer stroke of luck, we had both met each other's parents within the first two weeks of knowing each other. Not to get me wrong, she was a short, curving elf of a goddess with a sadistic overtone, hiding a warm and beating heart, trapped in a body that I forever loved to touch, caress, and hold.

Early in our relationship, in fact before our relationship started, we began exploring each other's body. One simple night of tickling during a study group, led one thing into another and we ended up in bed, spending many long hours trying to please each other. It was a bad time of the month for her, so nothing too serious happened, however it left us both very thirsty for more. A day later, we decided to start dating.

Soon after this, we both took purity tests to determine each other's experiences, and were both disappointed to find such high scores (for those who know me yes it was around 70 % then, imagine that) and we both decided to use our attraction and affection for each other to corrupt our morals as much as possible. It was one of these adventures of corruption that led to one of the most earth-moving sexual experiences of my life. After a weekend at my parents' house, we were returning to college via my car when she explained that one of the things she hadn't done was give a blowjob while on the road, so with a little adjustment, a lowering of speed, and a major change of seat-belt arrangements, this adventure began.

At first, she simply flicked her fingers over the lump forming in my pants, knowing instinctively how to turn me on, using her nails over the denim to let the friction do it's work. Soon I was squirming and swerving and she calmed me down as her fingers worked the buckles and I got the idea. Soon my cock was standing freely and she let the fingers run up and down it. She seemed to get a kick out of watching me strain to keep my eyes open and focused on the road, watching my fingers twitching, knowing that I wanted to touch her so badly in return. Soon she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over and my eyes actually did close as I felt those soft lips kiss the crown of my shaft. I snapped them open and decided that I had to pay attention or kill both of us. The temptation to simply lay back and enjoy was so tangible, so close, the waves of pleasure sliding up and down my thighs and electrically twitching it's way out to my finger tips, making me clench the steering wheel that much harder, the gas that much stronger.

There was one small problem with this. After years of extensive lubricated masturbation and anticlimax training, I had developed a small resistance to any stimulation short of vaginal. Namely, I've only come once in my life from a blowjob and tonight wasn't her lucky night. Many people don't believe this unless they've dated me and found out for themselves so just smile and nod. So for two hours of enduring one of the best back and forth hand-jobs/blow-jobs I've ever had, I drove on a long road to a stronger and stronger erection, wanting more and more, over-stimulated to the point of being rabid.

Through a strained growling voice, I whispered, "I need to pull over."

She readily agreed, both tired of trying to taste my seed, as well as soaked from her own ministrations as she pleased me. We found an abandoned road on the highway, pulled over, and with a minimum of kissing and stripping, she rolled a condom on me and I slid my protected self into her tight sex. Again, as with every time I had sex, that sensation of incompleteness overtook me slowly, however after two hours of being teased and ground against, I refused to walk away without an orgasm. I knew that what I was doing was sending her to Nirvana again and again as I felt her sex squeezing around me, her nails digging into my back, and her voice ringing in my ears as she screamed her pleasure to the car-muffled world. Becoming more and more unsatisfied and frustrated, I kept up my pace for at least an hour, changing from being on top, to sliding her over a chair and taking her from behind, to even being under her.

Each position would have brought me to at least an orgasm before, however feeling her fingers and lips on the skin of my cock left me wanting more and it refused to release its load for what I was doing. Out of desperation from three hours of sensual teasing and prodding, I snapped and asked for the ultimate sin in my book, I asked if I could take the condom off. Without even wasting a breath to think, she moaned yes. It didn't occur to me that she had never had unprotected sex either before this night, but as I pulled out of her and slid off the sheath, I knew that something was about to change. I realized what it was the moment I reentered her body.

The sensation was overwhelming for someone who never knew it. I could feel every fold of her vulva, of the tight tunnel winding deep into her body, straight to her womb, and I wanted to go deeper. She let out another moan as she felt my flesh touch hers for the first time, so deep inside her and pushed down to meet my thrusts up into her body. Sweat came, dried, and returned on our feverish skin time and again during our rutting spree, however even this soft movement of her bare skin over mine was amplified as I plunged myself into the true act of mating for the first time and I knew that I wasn't going to pull out. Even if I wanted to, her thighs were tightly wrapped around my hips and her sex sucked greedily at my tool firmly encased inside her body. Our motions became faster and we both knew what was happening through a lust induced haze as I felt it starting.

With my fingers digging deep into the cheeks of her ass grinding her down onto me, I pulled up and into her for a last time and felt her throbbing sex churn around my cock as I began pumping my cum deep into her and I didn't care.....

I didn't care about her getting pregnant, I didn't care about catching any diseases from this beautiful woman, all I could see were the white flashes of light behind my eyes, the pounding of my blood inside my very own ears, and the pleasure radiating out from my groin and exploding inside my brain and along every inch of my skin. My breath caught in my throat, and I was unable to breathe. I think I passed out. When I came to, I could still feel my prick twitching within her and I could feel our mutual fluids flowing out of her sodden slit and down onto me. Even now, she was opening her eyes and looking down at me and she smiled. No words were said, nothing could be said; we had no breath, and couldn't regain it. Instead we held each other. Neither of us were virgins, but we both knew what we had just lost... What happened tomorrow was another worry but for now, I knew that everything I had wanted was right here.... In my arms and against my skin...