9 comments/ 58566 views/ 15 favorites Mountain View By: romancer Finally, a week alone at their mountain cabin! Sandra basked in the thought. Buying the cabin had been her husband Don's idea, one she'd grudgingly gone along. But now that they'd found a trustworthy agent who kept it spotlessly cleaned and rented so often that it was a financial benefit, she found that her practical self could relax into loving the surroundings. Nestled in the Appalachian forests of southwest Virginia, the cabin's nearest neighbor was two miles away down a dirt road. Water from a spring down the hill had tested safe and tasted great. Their accessions to technology were a generator for electricity, a Bose system, and Don's cell phone, which they avoided using but checked for messages from the kids from time to time and were glad to have for peace of mind. It was just about perfect. No TV, no computers, no traffic, nobody else. The place had a history between them for being the site of their very best sex and their best battery-charging relaxation, and they were both ready for some of both of that, she knew. Don and she had returned to the mountain home for an early summer week of relaxation, after not having been there at all through the winter and spring. The pleasantly warm, cloudless weather made the four hour drive seem downright soothing to her, although Don seemed a bit agitated from time to time. Not angry, just a bit jittery – she put it down to shedding the stress of their hectic everyday lives, and they both seemed relaxed and refreshed when they arrived at the comfortable cottage. But upon opening the door, it was apparent that the house had been occupied, and recently, which they knew was not scheduled, as the rental agent always had it cleaned on checkout days for the tourist inhabitants. There were dirty dishes in the sink, rumpled sheets on the queen bed - nothing was damaged, but it made them angry. Remembering that her rarely-do-well brother also had a key, they concluded he'd used it for weekend tryst with the latest of his babe girlfriends. Soon, their mood recovered as they settled in for an unavoidable afternoon of cleaning up the evidence of neglect, gathering, stacking, and generally preparing the place for a week of vacation. After their dinner of cheese, apples, sausage, bread and wine that they'd brought along on the drive, Don made a fire, since the June nights could still get chilly despite the warm days. Finishing the bottle of wine, they discussed what to do the next day, then had surprisingly uninspired sex. Don didn't even come before he lost his erection, and he seemed unusually edgy about something. She accepted his explanation of being really tired after the long day – it wasn't as if she'd never been out of sorts herself, she reasoned, but regretted the dispassion, finding herself vaguely but pointlessly needing more. Don took out the trash and made sure the raccoons couldn't get into the can, returning to find her already asleep in bed. He followed suit, being careful not to awaken her. An early riser, the next day Don watched the sunrise from the front deck, sipping fresh coffee. When she awoke at 7, late for her, he brought her a cup and announced that he was heading back into town to buy groceries for the rest of the week. He had always enjoyed grocery shopping, a change of pace for him from the office grind, and it was a chance to enjoy the smallness of the village. Sandra suspected he was just going through urban-detox and was going to get a newspaper fix, but that was ok - she finished the coffee outside, then finished the housecleaning for an hour. Her to-do list complete, she dawdled through a shower to clean off the dust and perspiration, feeling better now that the house was back in the condition they'd expected. She chose a comfortable bikini, then went out onto the deck that wrapped around the front of the house, clipping her blond hair above her head. The view was incredible, and it always made her thankful for the retreat. The house was only a couple hundred yards from the top of the mountain, and it overlooked a sloping meadow with a lake at the bottom. The vista from there was of the mountains, row after row of hazy ridges. She could see the occasional house, miles away, but the effect was that she was absolutely alone, a real treat. She stood outside on the deck and on impulse took off the top, then the bottoms of her suit, feeling daring and free as the breeze caressed her breasts and folded about her skin. The bright sun was already warm as she turned, padding nude into the house to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. She brought cushions out of the house for the chaise lounge, arranged it, and returned into the house. She loaded the CD player. After debating, she rejected the Yo Yo Ma Bach since it was so sexual and worth saving for later, and chose the Chopin etudes. With a book she'd brought for relaxation, she returned outside for an hour of veg'ing. Hoping Don would be back soon, she took the suntan oil and applied it all over herself, enjoying the sensuality more than was necessary for the protection, but feeling quite all right in the enjoyment. She took inventory, registering as she coated her belly and breasts that she was glad her stomach was still flat (or pretty flat) and wished her tits were full C or maybe D cups, not the B-and-a-half things that were hard to fit to the "B or C, not some of each" offerings at Victoria's Secret. She wished they could spill out of a C cup, tantalizing Don the way she thought he looked at more full-breasted women, no matter how much he protested to the contrary. At least they were firmer than about anyone else's her age - 'never could pass that hold-a-pencil-under-the-breast test, and was hoping she wouldn't any time soon. Then she covered her legs, working up to her crotch. Applying much more carefully than the geography required, she enjoyed the masturabatory sensations but decided not to take it to its logical conclusion, enjoying the pleasant horniness and wanting to wait for Don to redeem his previous evening's tryst. She did, however, linger there, stroking her pussy until its closely trimmed hair was shining with the oil, and she could tell she was contributing to the liquidity. She lay on her back on the cushion, propped up and wearing only sunglasses. Letting herself audibly giggle, she luxuriated at the view she presented to no one at all, naked and glistening, maybe even horny after last night's semi-episode, her vagina feeling especially blatant and feeling especially good about feeling especially blatant. Just a little bit turned one, she started reading her book, a recent risqué she-detective story about someone who never quite got laid by the tough good guy but always got the bad guy. Whether it was the music, the sun, the vision of the heroine checking out the tough guy's package, or the release from the pace of the city, within fifteen minutes her book had fallen to the deck and she was first daydreaming about how who could best play the tough guy in the movie, then dozing pleasantly, then fast asleep, not even dreaming yet. She awoke to a shadow over her face. Blinking, recalling her surroundings, then suddenly fully awake, she saw a man seated on a chair near her, watching her, cradling a shotgun across his lap, as casually as if it were a walking stick. She started, sat up, crossing her arms over her breasts in what she knew was a ridiculous posture. Obviously, he'd seen her sleeping in the nude, and she wondered for a moment if her legs had been spread, not remembering in her surprise. She immediately concluded he was the one who'd been in the cabin, and that he would probably rape her. That's what happened in movies, and she had no other experience to relate to awakening to an armed intruder. Her thoughts raced, wondering if she should run, regretting being barefoot and noting the hiking boots he wore with his cargo shorts. She also noticed he was shirtless and well tanned, and she even caught herself realizing his chest was defined, his abs tight, and he wasn't bad looking in a rugged sort of way. Something like a little bit hunkier Brad Pitt, not as scraggly / scruffy - shorter hair than the usual Hollywood type and clean-shaven. Catching herself, she wondered when Don would return, wished he would, then reflected on the shotgun and hoped he wouldn't. All of this passed in an instant, and in silence. Sandra determined to stay calm, to watch everything, to find a way out of this. She was scared but not in a panic. Running would be out of the question, barefoot, even if the opportunity came. Attacking him seemed foolish. Why did he have a coil of rope? Duh. Could she survive this and get him to leave before Don returned, since Don would just make a reason to escalate from rape to murder? Her thoughts jumped about, being relieved that her sunglasses were dark, wishing they'd skipped this trip, looking at the shotgun, wondering what he did up here, missing Don, wondering if rape would happen and if it would be as bad as she'd been led to expect, realizing that "merely rape" was the best she could probably hope for, actually momentarily hoping that he would rape her as a sign that he wouldn't kill her immediately, hoping he was a robber with a girlfriend nearby. She was scared and felt utterly alone. After a long moment, he said, "You'd better get inside." Then he stood and motioned her to rise with the shotgun. She rose obediently walked into the house. "Sit," he said, pointing, and she sat in a straight-backed chair in the living room. He produced some sort of shackles and bound her to the chair silently. They were like hand and ankle cuffs with straps on some, except they had a locking mechanism she'd never seen before. She was relieved that they didn't hurt, but disappointed that when she strained against them, there was no give in any direction, even oiled as she was. He had her wrists bound to the chair frame and her elbows strapped behind her, so that her breasts jutted pushed out by the posture. She wished for a change that they were smaller, glad that they at least weren't bigger. Her legs were bound to the chair legs, forcing her thighs to be parted, which was more embarrassing than having her breasts exposed. She was unable to quell the glistening that her skin provided to the light in the room, and wished she'd just kept cleaning or something so that maybe she could have heard, seen his approach and avoided this whole thing. Meanwhile, he seemed oblivious of her, and he rummaged about in the kitchen after turning off the music. It occurred to her that your casual trespasser in the mood for a good time didn't carry cuffs with him, and her fear of something psychopathic deepened. Returning, he complained, "No groceries? I suppose the guy you drove in with is out shopping?" She remained silent. "OK then, silence it is," he commented. Then he disappeared into the bedroom, returning with a filmy pair of her panties and a t-shirt. He tore the shirt into a longer strip, then, forcing her mouth open, he stuffed the panties into it and gagged her with the cloth. Again, relief and disappointment mixed as she realized she could breathe adequately but not make a loud enough sound to warn Don if he returned. Momentarily she thought, "so washing really does clean them of all my traces," as the taste was simple cotton and hint of Bounce. More to the point, she rued her judgment in remaining silent, and wished she'd engaged him in conversation to stall things instead. During this, he'd propped the shotgun against the door, seeming to be blithely relaxed for someone who was obviously a felon, or in the process of becoming one. Finally, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. "Lady, let me tell you what's going on here. I've been living here, I suppose on what I'd guess you'd call "your" property, for awhile. You have nothing to be afraid of, if you cooperate. I'm just a regular guy, I don't want any trouble or notice, and now that you're here I'll be leaving. I figured this would happen eventually, so I had the cuffs and straps prepared - I think you'll find them secure and comfortable. Actually, leaving will take me a couple of days to arrange. So, we'll just sit here and wait for your friend to return, restrain him like I did you, and spend the time together until I leave. I'll make sure you're watered and fed, and I'll use each of you to make sure the other doesn't pull any stunts. After I leave, I'll make a call in a day or so to tell someone you're here, and other than getting a little thirsty and having to sit in your own piss for that day or so, when it's all over, you'll have a great story to tell your friends in the city." She was greatly relieved to hear all this, but she didn't know whether or not to believe it. This is just what a really bad person might say to keep me calm and unresisting, she realized. Better to watch for an opportunity to escape, to warn Don, to do something other than be a victim. "Mmmmh, mmmhh!" she mumbled. "Let's go with yes or no's," he said. "You want me to ungag you so you can say something?" "Mmm-hmm," she nodded. "Not a chance," he replied. "Do us both a favor and don't insult my intelligence, ok? We'll think about ungagging you after your friend is secure. I would have done this yesterday when you arrived, except I wanted to make sure it was just the two of you; but don't worry, if more show up, I'll be ready for that as well. Please understand that while I'm not your worst nightmare, I do break the law in my occupation, and if I have to, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from ruining my day." It was only about 10 in the morning when Don returned. Arms full of groceries, he walked into the waiting trap, seeing too late Sandra's naked form in the roped chair, turning to see the shotgun leveled at him. "Put the groceries on the table, take off all your clothes, sit down. Don't worry, she's hasn't been touched, and you'll both be ok if you cooperate." Don followed orders and was soon bound and gagged across the room from Sandra. He looked mortified by his nakedness, especially in front of this guy. After explaining the situation to Don as he had to Sandra, the stranger disappeared out the front door. Sandra and Don managed to hobble their chairs across the floor to each other and get back to back, but they were unable to make any progress on the locks when the stranger returned. "Yep, I thought so," he said. "You two are going to ruin things and get hurt in the process. No more of this TV heroics. The next time either one of you tries something, I punish the other one. If you both try, you both get punished. You really screw it up, and I change the rules, which I promise you won't like. Understand?" He disappeared into the back of the house after dragging Don back into a corner, and a moment later they heard the toilet flush. Returning, he manipulated her bonds, which fell free. Then he suggested she shower off the oil while he stayed with Don. So he's not exactly blind, she registered, and went to the bathroom. Relieving herself felt good, and she cast about the bathroom for ways to escape. Through the window and into the woods would only get Don punished if not killed, and she wouldn't get far running on the rocky or forested ground. The handle of the plumber's helper might be worth staging, but she expected the stranger to be waiting for her with the shotgun when she emerged, so she took off the plunger and propped the handle in the corner, she hoped unobtrusively, in case she needed it later. Considering other options and coming up with none, she ran the shower, stepped in and washed herself efficiently. Drying off, she continued to search for options, came up with no reasonable solutions, dried off and returned obediently, wrapped in a towel. The stranger was waiting as she expected, just outside the bathroom door. He pulled the towel off her, took her arm firmly, and nudged her to the chair. As she walked, she wondered if he was watching her ass, the ass that Don so often complimented. She bounced between hoping not, so they could survive, and hoping so, so they could survive. Pissed at herself for getting distracted by herself of all things, she found herself back in the chair. Once she was rebound, he allowed Don to go through the same sequence, with the same results, right down to the towel, which she realized added a comic touch. Poor Don, the great lover who never had gotten over his less-than-porn-size penis, having to appear both naked and obviously going through a bout of "shrinkage," as she couldn't recall his member looking so abashed and, well, small. "That's better," he said, retying Don's cuffs and straps but leaving the gags off them both. "Can we at least be dressed?" she asked. "Not a chance," he said. You're too good looking, and he's too vulnerable when he's naked - it's a guy thing." Next, he unloaded the rest of the groceries and unbound her so she could fix them all sandwiches for lunch, which he had her feed to Don. On the way, she placed a paring knife under a napkin on the table next to the kitchen door, as close as she could get it to their chairs without risk. She didn't know what she'd do with it, but knowing that it was there and that he didn't know gave her an edge, she thought. He retied and regagged them, then rigged a string of bells between them and tied it to various other items so that any movement would ring the bells, and then with a warning to keep the bells silent, he retired to the bedroom, apparently to sleep. It was less than an hour later when he returned, awakening. They were both stiff and felt cramped, so they were grateful when he loosened Don and let him walk around a bit. Don managed to work his way around to behind the stranger, then leaped onto his back. The ensuing fight didn't take long, and ended when the stranger threw Don to the floor and pulled a small pistol out of his cargo shorts pocket. "Well, now you've done it!" the stranger panted, recovering. He dragged Don to the chair and retied him, tightly, and then dragged the chair to several feet behind and just off to her left. She could no longer see Don without craning her neck to its limit, and she was relieved to see he wasn't hurt visibly. Turning back to the front, she heard a loud thump, and turned to see Don, strapped in the chair, crashing to the floor from the blow. He grunted, and gasped as he lay sideways on the floor. "I really wanted to get along, you know, you stupid fuck!" the stranger raged as he tied him. He was out of breath, but he was also furious and looked as if he was struggling not to explode. She sensed that he'd exploded before and was fighting to avoid whatever had ensued then. That scared her worse than anything thus far, and she resolved to go along with things - if he was really going to just them or rape her or whatever, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of all this. She hoped. "You're Greer, aren't you," Don blurted out. Suddenly, finally it occurred to her - this was the escaped nut the FBI had been hunting for, for reasons she'd never quite understood. It was something about guns and money, or drugs, or both. She couldn't remember, but she knew he was wanted and they'd given up the search for him a year ago out in California. Now she was really concerned, since Don had just given him reason to kill them - reason to do whatever he wanted to. Anger rose in her against Don, and simmered. "That's not your concern, but now I'll have to make it awhile longer after I leave before I make that call. By the way, you should know that's a pretty stupid thing to say, whether or not I'm whoever you think. Your wife's obviously a lot smarter than you, as well as having just gotten even better looking thanks to your little stunt." Don finally looked subdued, as the import of his actions and words sunk in. She felt a bit of satisfaction in Greer's words, and realized she'd accepted that as his name and identity. Then she adjusted, remembering that she and Don were the allies here against the common enemy, and she shifted again into a focus on listening and watching, staying calm, not being in the stupid mode of the earlier hours. Mountain View The weekend trip to the Smokey Mountains this spring was refreshing and needed. It had been almost a year since Kelley and I had had a chance to get away together. Our next door neighbors Don and Linda's cabin was tucked away in the remote North Carolina mountains. Its only amenity was solar powered hot water which was luke warm at the best of times during this part of the year. We spent Saturday doing much of nothing except what good friends do. The weather was crisp during the day and right at freezing during the night. The oversized fireplace barely removed the chill from the air, especially at night. We all enjoyed a great dinner of marinated rib eyes, fire baked potatoes, and salad. The cabin is three rooms consisting of one large great room and kitchen combo along with two small bedrooms separated by an adjoining bath with doors to either room. After dinner, we all settled in on the one overstuffed couch and watched one of the three movies we had carried with us. The girls were dressed in sweat pants and shirts and both had put their hair in a pony tail. I had watched Kelley dress and knew she had nothing on underneath and admired the way her breast bounced during the course of the day. I had caught Don doing the same as I too caught glances of Linda's swaying breasts at times. I couldn't help but wonder if she too was nude underneath. But it was all good. We had known each other a long time and such flirts had become common. The fireplace and the flickering light of the TV provided our only light. Linda was on the far end of the couch with her head on Don's shoulder. Kelley was between Don and me with all of our feet plopped up on pillows on the coffee table. We were all covered up in a furry animal print blanket that would have been tacky in any other place but a cabin. The food had been good and plentiful and along with the heat from the fire caused me to fade in and out of a light sleep. I was awakened a few times by Kelley moving against me but that was common for her as she snuggled her head onto my chest. I was just about to call it a night and retire to the bedroom when Linda let out a low moan. I listened intently and wondered if Don was fingering her when another low moan escaped her lips followed by her legs moving the cover as she straightened them out onto the coffee table. I waited another five or so minutes until no sounds or movements were coming from her and told the sleepy group I was going to bed. I distinctly heard the elastic of Kelley's waist band snap back into place and wondered if she had been secretly playing with herself after listening to Linda. The scent of wet sex filled my nose as I lifted the blanket. I wondered if it was Linda's, Kelley's or a combination of both. Of course, as with any male, my cock began to rise as I stood up and made my way to our bedroom. I was already undressed and under the warm blankets as Kelley came from the kitchen with wine coolers. She pulled her sweat top off revealing her 34C breasts. Red pinch marks highlighted her turgid nipples. I could not believe she had pinched her nipples so close to Don and Linda on the couch. Her pants quickly followed. The wet swollen pink lips were highlighted by the small patch of blonde pubic hair. I wanted nothing more than for her to sit on my face and grind her way to gushing orgasms. She undid her pony tail and lay down beside me stroking my already hard cock. "Looks like someone liked what was happening out there," she said kneading my balls. "Jesus, I couldn't believe she was getting off right there on the couch with us," I said trying to imagine what her pussy looked like. "It wasn't her; it was Don playing with her. I had to pretend I was asleep," Kelley replied. "How do you know it was Don playing with her," I asked. "I could feel the movements of his arm as he diddled her," Kelley whispered. "My oh my," I said as Kelley continued to stroke my aching cock. "And you mister are a bad and kinky man," she said smiling up at me. "Me, you're the kinky one missy," I replied. "Let's just say I was caught up in the moment. The first silent orgasm you put me through was bad enough, but the second when you fingered my ass as I came almost cause me to lose it," Kelley said as she lowered her blonde mane to my cock. My mind screamed as Kelley took my entire dick deep into her throat. I hadn't touched her the whole time we were on the couch! My chest was beating like crazy as she turned and lowered her dripping cunt onto my face. I couldn't think of anything else as she ground her crotch into my mouth. Don. Don. Don had fingered my wife and his to orgasms right under my nose! My unknowing wife had opened her cunt and her ass to our best friend. Wild thoughts and mixed emotions raced through my mind as Kelley sat up forcing her cunt deep onto my probing tongue and nose and began coating me with her musky juices. I reached around and forced my thumb deep into her ass prolonging her orgasm and causing her to moan out loudly. I knew Linda and Don had heard her cum as her whimpers and moans increased with the twisting of my thumb in her ass. Kelley lifted her leg and removed her soaked pussy from my face. The light turning off from underneath the door of our side of the bath caught my attention as she straddled my cock and began moving up and down on my shaft. I looked at the red blotches on her swaying tits and could not believe Don had pinched and pulled them. I looked at the door again and now it was partially cracked. She began pushing her crotch deeper onto mine as she massaged her clit onto my pubic bone, her exposed pussy full of dick a mere 10 feet from the probing eyes of someone watching. Her breathing and moans increased and I knew she was once again close to orgasm. My arms circled her back and I brought her close to me as she neared orgasm. "Tell me baby, how did it feel to have your neighbor getting you off along with his wife at the same time?" I said loud enough for whoever was watching to hear me. She stiffened as I took over pumping my cock into her. "Was it a good cum when he pinched your nipples and stuck his fingers in your ass baby?" I said as my nuts were about to explode. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god baby, I thought that was you!" she said as each word came out in halting breaths. "Oh no baby, that was him. He made that pussy cum. He fingered your ass to orgasm, not once but twice. I'm sure he's licking your sweet pussy juices from his fingers," I said. "Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. I'm fucking cumming. I'm cumming hard," she moaned as loud as I've ever heard. My balls heaved and ached as her clenching cunt caused the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Kelley ground her wet snatch up and down my pulsing shaft as she moaned out her cum. She milked every drop from my cock and collapsed onto my chest. I looked through have close eyes at our voyeur(s)? I could feel my cum and hers puddling on my balls as she came down from her orgasm. I wanted more. I wanted to really fuck her for my guests. I pulled her up and off my creamy cock and pushed her head towards my crotch. My cock never lost its hard on as she began licking and sucking our cum from it. I positioned her on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed and stood behind her not five feet from the door. Our backs were to the door and I angled her heart shaped ass for the best possible view of our peeper. I began fucking her cum coated sweaty pussy fast and hard as I dug my fingers into her hips forcing as much cock as possible into the depths of her womb. Her fingers worked her clit furiously causing her long nails to brush my cock. She began the start of her orgasm as I pulled out of her sweet cunt and pushed my cock into her fingered ass. I slammed my cock balls deep and unloaded what cum was left in my balls in the very depths of her bowels. Her orgasm was intense causing her to cry out again as her sphincter clinched my heaving cock. We both collapsed onto the wet cool bed. I heard a long sexy female moan that seemed very close coming from the bathroom. I was literally exhausted as I got under the covers and watched my wife through half closed eyes. I turned off the light and snuggled up close to her as the scent of great sex filled my nostrils. I was soon awakened from sleep by what I first thought was a knocking on our door. Kelley also stirred as I soon realized it was not our door but the bed in the next room being banged against the wall. My cock again began to stir as the sounds of sex from the next room grew. My wife turned away from me and lay on her back. I listened intently to Linda getting fuck and pretended to sleep as my cock grew to another aching hard on. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard with your fat cock," Linda moaned as the sound of the headboard banging the wall quickened. I felt movement from Kelley's side of the bed and let out a soft snore. The snore caused her movements to quicken and it was obvious she was masturbating. Jesus Christ I thought. Her pussy was insatiable tonight. I knew she had had at least five orgasms. Linda's moaning and dirty talk had to be for our benefit as her female voice drifted into our room. "Deeper, deeper. I want all of your fat cock. Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck my ass deep," she moaned. I let another soft snore out and could hear Kelley's labored breath and her fingers feverishly stroked her wet sex. A long low moan signaled her orgasm as she drew her legs up to her hips. Linda's voice soon let us know that she was cumming. "Oh baby. Fuck my ass. I'm cumming. Fill me with your cum baby. Give me all of that big cock," she squealed as moans escaped my wife's lips. I wanted my dick sucked or fucked. The sounds of Linda fucking and the fucking of my wife in front of them was too much. The cabin grew quite and soon Kelley was asleep. I waited awhile and went to the bathroom. I did not turn the lights on and noticed that their door was opened a couple of inches as was ours. Not only had they watched us but they had also wanted us to watch them I thought? I cursed myself for not taking the opportunity. I peeked into the room. The nightstand light was still on. Don was on the far side of the bed with his back turned and snoring. After that fucking, I could see why. Linda was lying on her back. One leg was propped up causing a tent underneath the covers. I watched as the covers moved. Oh fuck. She was masturbating. I tried to move closer to the crack in the door so I could at least watch her face as her fingers stroked her pussy. I kicked the small trash can in the bathroom and quickly moved from the door crack. Fuck, I said to myself silently. I waited to hear if anyone was getting up and coming to the bathroom. I took the chance and peeked back into their room. The covers were now removed and her long legs were spread as she worked her clit with her hand. The dark hair on the top of her cunt was trimmed and her lips were shaven as she stroked two fingers through her wet fat lips and over her extended clit. I stroked my cock as I watched her. She pinched her nipples as two then three fingers disappeared into her freshly fucked cunt. Her right hand soon began pulling on Don's hips trying to get him to turn over. "No more baby, I'm tired," I heard him tell her. She got on her hands and knees and whispered something to him exposing her wet cunt and ass to my view. He turned and gave a quick look to the door causing me to retreat. I waited then took a chance to look again. The view caused my stomach to knot. She was now between his legs licking the fattest cock I'd ever seen. The girth was impressive and the thick mushroom head was even larger as she coated his cock with her tongue. I watched in awe as she continued stroking and licking his fat shaft up and down. Precum was soon leaking from the long slit and dribbled onto his shaft. She lifted up and slowly inched down onto his veiny shaft. Her cunt was stretched to either side of her crotch as she forced what had to be all eight fat inches into her pussy. She started out slowly and soon quickened her rise and fall onto his shaft. Within minutes her pussy squirted juices around the tight fitting cock as she moaned out her orgasm. Don stood up and pulled her down to the end of the bed as I had done Kelley. She was on her back and he lifted her legs over his shoulders exposing her gaping wet sex. He grabbed his massive cock and placed it at the entrance of her ass. Her eyes widened and she told him she could not handle any more of his cock in her ass tonight. Don gave in and sank the fat head into her cunt. What happened next blew me away. He offered his left hand and fingers to Linda. "Lick and suck them baby. Lick her scent from my fingers. You like that pussy don't you," he said as she sucked each finger into her mouth. He began long stroking her swollen pussy causing the meaty lips to pull in and out of her cunt. Her tits swayed back and forth as he began fucking her with harder strokes. Her entire body was coated in sweat as she moaned and whimpered to another orgasm. Her convulsing pussy had its effect as he pulled out and moved on top of her stomach, dumping stream after stream of hot white cum on her neck and tits. She finished her orgasm with one hand and rubbed the freshly deposited semen onto her tits with the other. I silently made my way back to our room, pulled back the covers on my wife, and in five strokes dumped my cum onto her sleeping breasts. I was asleep within minutes. Mountain View "Unfortunately, I'm always a man of my word, and if you recall, I promised to punish the partner of whoever screws around. Frankly I'm glad it was you, buddy. The little thump was just reaction, not punishment. Now, we'll consider punishment." "Wait! I jumped you - take it out on me!" Don argued. "You're not making the rules here, hotshot. You're here to follow them, which you're not very good at yet. Think about that the next time you consider being a hero. Now I think it's time for you to shut up for awhile again." And with that, he regagged Don, went to the kitchen, opened a beer, and came back to sit in front of her again. She felt her nakedness again as he looked at her, and she knew he was carefully looking at her skin, her breasts, and at her crotch, and finally very closely at her face. Casually, as if there were nothing at all out of the ordinary and with no menace, he ungagged her and asked her about herself. She answered everything truthfully, knowing he had access to their wallets - names, address, what Don's job was, until he asked about children, to which she replied that they had none. She was willing to expose her and Don to whatever befell them, but she naturally, without hesitation, and without a hint of duplicity, lied straightaway regarding their two children, safely cared for at her sister's house in the next county for this little vacation of theirs. As she considered that, she knew that the more she lied, the more she'd have to remember to keep straight, and she determined to tell the truth in matters except for the kids. He didn't seem to take notice of the lie, and continued to question her. Finally, he glanced over at the gagged yet attentive Don, reached up and unclipped her hair, watched it fall to her shoulders and her shake it out of her face, and asked, "Now tell me about your sex life." "It's fine," she stated. "Sure it is, with Prince Valiant over here, Mr. Shortsighted of the year and Darwin Award nominee. If he's as attentive to your needs as he is to your survival, it's anything but fine. How is it, really?" "Really, it's just fine." "OK, then, let's get more specific. First, will you honestly promise to tell me the truth if I, say, promise not to cause you permanent damage as a result of Don's stupidity? You might want to think that over - I won't ask about those kids you conveniently lied about, whose photos I saw in Don's wallet while you were showering - I just want the truth about things that won't expose you to harm. How about that?" Turning that over, wondering how good a liar she really was, with no real practice, she agreed meekly, "Yes," "OK then, it's Cosmo Quiz time! Now, how often do you come to orgasm when you two make love - always, most of the time, some of the time, rarely, or never?" "Most of the time," she responded slowly but truthfully, not looking at Don, and hating where this might go. She was relieved that she couldn't see him from where she was, since that answer might surprise his ego. Their sex life really was fine - nothing particularly explosive or passion-driven for the most part, but, well, compared to what some of her friends put up with, fine. She only faked orgasms when it seemed preferable to going on and on without interest, and she only faked little ones then. "Well, from looking at each of you, he's certainly getting the better end of the deal. You look like you work out, and he looks like he golfs or something. Plus, you've got this great body with that fine skin, while he's no John Holmes, now is he?" Oh, great, now he's going for the nerve, she thought. Yeah, Don was no restricted DVD star when it came to equipment, but she'd never had a problem with that, and he was almost always able to use it. She knew he was sensitive about his size, which she guessed at between 5 and 6 inches but had never measured. What did bother her at times was that curious and unfathomable thing of his that for some reason, he seemed to get aroused when hearing about her former lovers. He told her he had no homosexual cravings. He claimed she was such a great fuck that it excited him to get into a third person perspective, and it turned him on to know the intimate details of her, including her sexual history, and including descriptions of her lovers - which she usually mediated somewhat. He also claimed he never wanted to have her fuck anyone else for real, but that it was fun to fantasize about. She let the comment about Don's size pass silently while she contemplated what Greer was getting at and why. It was appearing more obvious where this was going now, between the promise of "punishment" and her nudity and Greer's probable isolation from women for some time. She weighed her options, realizing she had no power to resist - he could threaten Don to get her to submit to him physically easily enough. Maybe once he decided to, she could escape for a moment to the bathroom where she knew there was some standby lube in Don's shaving kit. If she could get there and get her vagina oiled and if she were just passive, maybe it wouldn't hurt much, he'd do what he'd do, and it would get over with. If she were enthusiastic, he might get it over with sooner, but that could get easily misunderstood by both Don and Greer, and it might not solve anything anyway. She really hoped Don wouldn't witness whatever happened - maybe Greer would take her to the bedroom. While she was concentrating, she missed his next question. "I said, how many men have you had? " "Oh, sorry. I forget." "Then remember." "All right . . . six, including Don." She was lying again, but that's the version she'd always told Don, and she was going to stick to that today. It was actually fifteen, eight of the difference being the result of a particularly pleasurable two years in her life as a working single before she met Don. During that time, she was rarely without one man sharing her bed or his, and sometimes she was sleeping with two, for a short time three in the same period of time, although never more than one truly at the same time. She was adventurous but not particularly kinky, and she'd never done any sort of threesome or group scene. The ninth missing one was a cad she had lived with for six months who was so skilled and so well hung that she had determined never to admit to his existence, at least not to Don. Truthfully, she rarely even thought about him, except when Don got into his kinky mode. Her stories to Don were only of the six she'd carefully admitted to, one of whom she admitted had a "big dick," that she'd never defined, despite his urgings. "I don't remember - it was a long time ago - they're all pretty much the same - " had been her various excuses to avoid pushing the truth to where he might actually get hurt. "Six - not many for a good looking woman. Tell me, who was the best, and let's exclude Donny here, so you won't need to lie." "I don't know. That isn't something I think about," she started, then saw his reaction and reconsidered. "OK, there was one guy who worked with me before I met Don. He came to town on business sometimes, and we ended up spending those evenings together. He was pretty good." "What made him pretty good?" "What is it with you guys, anyway? OK, he liked to eat me, he lasted a long time, he had a nice dick, he was interesting between fucks, he smelled good, he had a nice dick, he lasted a long time, and he liked to eat me." "Very nice summary. That tells me a good bit. Does Donnie here know about him?" "I might have mentioned him at some time or other, but I don't think I ever got graphic about it." Greer walked behind her, kneeled and unfastened her arm restraints, then her leg cuffs. She immediately clasped her legs together and crossed her arms across her breasts. Since her breasts were what she thought of as small but firm for a 38-year-old, the effect was to create new cleavage, which elicited a smile from Greer. Facing her again, he gently and firmly pulled down her arms to her side. Then he cupped the breasts in his hands. At the first touch, she jerked back, gasping, "No!" "But yes," he replied calmly, cupping them again, weighing them, tenderly massaging them, and then rolling the already hardening nipples in his fingers. Resigned to her situation and past the initial shock that she was sitting here with a strange man touching her while her husband watched, she steeled herself, determined to be stoic. A moment later she thought at least he's not hurting me, as he continued, patiently massaging, obviously in no hurry. After several minutes, she didn't realize she'd closed her eyes and shuddered as the sensations spread from her breasts to her belly to her vagina. She and Don, and now Greer, knew that her breasts were sensitive. Greer could guess right that she loved them being attended to. Part of her wished they wouldn't react, but it was apparently hard-wired. And hard wired from touch to hardened nipples to tingling vagina - something Don knew and she was reminded of as the sensation spread. She hoped her chest wasn't flushing like it did sometimes when she got excited and embarrassed at the same time, but it sure felt good. He stood at the front of her chair, his legs on each side of her knees and touching them. She opened her eyes when she realized they were closed and was presented with his well-formed chest, stomach and crotch in front of her, as he continued to massage her breasts. "Take off my shorts, Sandra," he said, the intimacy of his using her name hanging in the air. Knowing Don was looking but sensing no alternative, she reached out and undid his belt. He stood back up straight as she unzipped his cargo shorts, remembering and wondering what had happened to the pistol. When the shorts hung on his hips without falling and he waited, she gave them a tug downward at the cuffs. He stepped back and let them fall to the floor, leaving him naked and with a half-hard and impressively sized penis exposed to her. She looked away, leaving her arms lowered. It was circumcised, she was glad to have noticed, having always considered uncut men a bit more intimidating and bestial, as well as tending to being more odiferous in an unpleasant way. It wasn't the very biggest she'd experienced, but it was significantly longer than Don's, by at least an inch already, and visibly thicker. By any measure she was used to, including those several porn films over the years, on a scale of too small, ok, big, bigger, biggest, it was bigger - definitely bigger. The lack of any tan lines on Greer was also interesting to her, and she inadvertently looked back at him, up and down. She calculated that he spent many of his hours in the sun totally nude, something she envied at the moment. As she considered this, the penis seemed to reach toward her, the head jutting out as the shaft lengthened. She was fascinated by it, as she'd always been when she had that effect on men, but she was aware again of Don's presence and recrossed her arms over her chest. "No, no, Sandra. None of that. You know what's happening here, or at least generally what's going to happen. Don's foolish bravado is going to result in his getting to see his wife and another man together, doing whatever I choose. I'm not into pain unless I have to be, so don't worry about that part unless your actions provoke me. Now, place your hands behind your head so I can see your breasts again. "There, that's much better. You really do have lovely breasts, as I hope Donny here appreciates. I especially like the way the nipples are hard. You also have a lovely cunt, which I'll get to presently. Your trimming your hair there says a lot about your awareness of your sexuality and your desire to be beautiful. I think you're beautiful, but we'll discuss things such as that as we go along as well. Please also keep in mind that this is Don's punishment, not yours, so I intend for you to enjoy this if you'll let yourself. "It's going to happen, so if for that reason if no other, you might as well enjoy it. You do have the power of that decision, you know, so any pain you may experience is what you choose, while any pleasure is also up to you. I hope you'll pick the latter. Oh, and don't worry about the threat of a rape charge intimidating me in the least - it doesn't." With that, he took her hand, led her to the big recliner chair, sat her in it, then pulled the lever and leaned it back. Lifting her by her hips, he repositioned her with her vagina overhanging just past the forward edge, pushed the leg supports back, and kneeled in front of her legs, spreading them and taking his time looking at her. "This is really going to be a pleasure, Sandra. Don, you may want to take some mental notes, since it doesn't seem you'll be doing much else. Now Sandra, please relax and just let things go." Taking his time, he trailed kisses up her legs to inches below her crotch, one leg at a time. Then he raised himself over her and began kissing her neck, then shoulders, then grazing his teeth along the back sides of her neck, a place that always brought her shivers of pleasure. Very deliberately, he lowered his mouth to hers. She didn't turn away, but was still passive. He kissed her lips intensely but not hard, then teasingly traced her lips with his tongue. It was more than she wanted to stand, and she rethought her passive stance, figuring, or rationalizing, that she'd get this over faster with some cooperation. She started to kiss him back, just a little, opening her mouth to his tongue. She didn't know if Don could tell that she was kissing him back now, and she didn't care. He was a terrific kisser, and she was melting into his skill. Coaxing, using his tongue craftily, he urged her tongue into his mouth, and she offered it, dueling with his. Finally, he moved away, smiling as he looked into her eyes deeply. They now shared the secret of her response to him. Seeing that, she reminded herself it was just to get it over with. His smile segued into sort of a smirk, she thought, as if he knew she was rationalizing what she wouldn't quite admit to herself yet. Then he moved down to suckle first the right, then the left and more sensitive breast, sucking deeply at them, kneading them with his hands, nipping at her nipples. As he knelt in front of her, she saw that his cock had grown to be larger than she'd expected. Definitely bigger, if not creating a new category all on its own somewhere just this side of too big. Now it was pointing upward, bobbing a bit. He saw her looking, smiled at her, and too soon yet not soon enough he moved toward her pussy. Spreading her legs with his hands, his thumbs stroked her lips apart as he gazed into her cunt, then he leaned forward and let just the tip of his tongue run the length of her slit. She sucked in her breath audibly and thrust her hips involuntarily when he did that – the sensation rocked her from her cunt to her throat. "Mmmm," he murmured appreciatively, tasting her and he did it again, then outlined her lips with his tongue, then repeated it, working slowly deeper into her, circling her clitoris, returning back to trace the slit, pushing his tongue into her vaginal opening, then back again to her clitoris. After several minutes of this, she was squirming and sighing, her hips thrusting up to try to capture his tongue as it teased and explored and dipped. She knew she was lubricating, and she suspected he could tell, as his saliva mixed with her juices. She could feel her labia intensely as his tongue explored them, and it was maddening to feel so good and yet to want to be filled as well. Eventually, and to her great relief, he settled in to circling her clitoris in a slow steady rhythm, and then as he read her responses precisely, faster and faster as her orgasm welled up from deep inside her and spilled out through her body. She jerked and thrust as it swept over her, and she whimpered aloud, unable to stem it and in conflict over wanting to suppress it and not wanting to, while being intensely aware of Don's witness to her flagrancy. Her head thrust back, she hadn't known she could intensify the orgasm somehow by trying not to come. Her breath came in heaves, and she was glad it was done with. Then to her surprise, Greer didn't stop, but kept at it as if he wouldn't ever slacken the pace. Upping the ante, she felt a finger, then two, insert themselves just barely into her as he sucked still on her clitoris. The fingers circled about her vaginal opening, and she wished they would go further into her, but he held off, and she felt a second orgasm build, from where she didn't know, and follow the first along its course. It was more intense than the first, and she heard groans escaping from her throat as her hips thrust upwards in the orgasm's waves. As the sensation rolled past, he finally started to let her relax. He reversed his course, slowly and deeply sucking at her, drinking the copious juices she'd produced. She felt drained and embarrassed and thought of Don again, surprising herself that she'd been so flagrantly pleased. She must have seemed to be quite the slattern, and she was concerned for Don and how he had viewed all of this. She also realized she was still excited, and that the orgasms had whetted her appetite rather than sating it. She needed badly to get fucked. Greer stood up slowly, and she was flattered and aroused to see that Greer's cock was now fully erect, and standing at a 45 degree incline, the head darkened and veins apparent, the skin stretched and urgent. She decided it looked pretty magnificent and cast off any intention to resist him any longer. He smiled as he saw her watching his result of her pleasure, then turned to Don. "Ah, look here," he said and she turned to see, "Now here's an interesting development. What do you think of how your husband is taking all this?" With that, he pulled Don's chair to beside and facing hers, about four feet away. What she saw was his facial embarrassment, but apparently it was caused by his arousal, because his dick had grown hard and was standing, twitching. "Oh great, for all he knows I'm about to be raped, and he's getting turned on by it all! Damn him," she thought, and then, without reasoning, "If that's his reaction, to hell with it, now I'm absolutely going to enjoy this." Greer continued, "Yes, this interesting! Are you telling me that this isn't going to be much punishment for you, Donny? Are you getting turned on because your wife is going to get fucked? Or because she just had a couple of nice orgasms? Or are you a closet gay who's getting the hots for me? Or maybe you're just a voyeur, or is it an exhibitionist? I tell you what, Don, the Cosmo Quiz went so well, let's do a Sports Spectacular. We'll let you do the play-by-play. I'll be the manager, coach and quarterback, and Sandra will be the star receiver." Don sulked, or seethed, and seemed abashed at the prospect of being ringmaster for someone to rape his wife. He met her gaze when she looked over at him, but they were both silent as they processed this new turn, however slight, in Greer's developing plan. Don's erection, however, showed no signs of wilting, which reminded Sandra that she probably understood men as little as they understood women. She couldn't help thinking that his penis that she'd gotten so used to, that had become her standard for normal, seemed just frankly small in comparison to Greer's. It was like Don had a penis, while Greer had a cock. While they were looking at each other wordlessly, Greer produced a Walkman, slipped a cassette from the stereo into it, positioned it near Don, and hit the record button. "This way, folks, you'll have something to remember this by. Don can even use it to beat off maybe. Now, first Sandra's going to fellate me, and she's going to be very good at it, aren't you, Sandra? Please remember that it's Don who'll suffer if you do a mediocre job, and I promise his suffering then will be much more direct and much worse than this little psychological discomfort he may be feeling now. That said, you may proceed to fondle me and to use your mouth on me, Sandra. Don, let's hear you describe what's going on." Mountain View Trying to appear to be tentative, but feeling sexually agitated, she wanted to render Greer as helpless as he had her, Sandra reached up with her hands and cradled Greer's groin, cupping his balls in her hand. Keeping her left hand on his balls, she fingered then grasped the shaft with her right hand. It was warm and felt full, and she pulled on it, feeling it throb and grow in response. For a moment, she considered squeezing his balls, hard, to incapacitate him. Then she realized he was strong enough and positioned to knock her senseless if she tried anything like that. Greer interrupted, "Come on, Mr. Playback, start your commentary! Make me feel like a stud and her feel like a star!" Don looked like he wasn't going to submit to this humiliation, no matter what the promised punishment, then finally he started. "This is what's going on here. Greer, a desperate fugitive, has me and my wife held captive in our mountain home. He's got me tied up, and he's promised to hurt us if we don't go along with his orders. I'm naked and tied up. My wife Sandra is naked and untied, sitting in a chair. Greer's standing in front of her. He made her take off his clothes, and he's got an erection. He just performed cunnilingus on her and now she's supposed to fellate him. How's that?" Don asked Greer. "Terrible, and you know it. Now, get with it!" "OK. Greer's got a really big dick, and she's holding it. I can see her nipples, and they're hard. He sat her in a chair and ate her, twice, and she really came hard. I think she's enjoying all of this now, never minding my role in this or its implications for us. Now Greer's stroking her breasts again and rolling the nipples in his hand. Now she's pulling on his dick, and it's getting even harder. She's squeezing his balls with her other hand. When she lets him go, I can see his cock standing up on its own, and it looks like it's about eight inches long. It's curved to his left a little, and it's really thick." Greer interrupted, "Much better, Donny. How does mine compare to yours anyway?" "Yours is bigger, we all know that. We're both circumcised, but you don't have much pubic hair, which goes along with the rest of your body. Mine is smaller and I'm generally hairy anyway." Don continued as Greer did, "Now he's bending over her and he's turned her face up to his. He's kissing her, and it looks like she's kissing him back. Now he's sticking his tongue into her mouth, and now she looks like she's sucking on it. She's still stroking his cock, and he's switching places with her so he's lying back in the recliner with his dick standing up, and she's kneeling between his legs, looking at his dick." Greer cut in again, "Don, you may have a future in sports casting. Now, tell her what you're thinking – how come you're all hard yourself, anyway?" "I don't know – I really don't. Maybe it's because this is like an X-rated movie, maybe it's because it's dangerous. Maybe I've always wanted to see her fuck someone else. Maybe I'm finding out that being in the presence of an asshole turns me on. Maybe you should know that I think you're an asshole, and if you hurt her I'll hunt you down for it. But if it's just that she fucks you, maybe I'll relish it on some weird level. If you've fucked up our sex life by this, I'll even the score, somehow." "Well, you've at least got the weird right, bucko. Now let's check something out." Reaching behind her, Greer spread her ass cheeks and massaged them, then he stroked his fingers along her vaginal slit, exploring. "She's really a hot woman, Don. Can you see that she's wet? Very wet!" He slid two fingers into her and she gasped, burying her head next to his thigh, still holding his cock. When he removed the fingers, they glistened, and he tipped her head up again so she could see him lick his fingers. Then he leaned over and kissed her again. She seemed to be in full cooperation now, and greedily kissed him back. "Yes, she's very hot," Don continued, unprompted. "He's put his fingers in her pussy, and she's wet, and he's licked her juices off his fingers then kissed her to share them with her." Greer added, "And, as I hope you know, she tastes delicious! This is one great cunt, Don. I'm really going to enjoy this blowjob, you know. I'll bet she will, too. You know, there are some women who really get off on sucking cock. Is she one of them, Don?" "Yeah, she loves sucking my cock, and it always gets her wet, so don't think you're so special, Greer." "We'll ask her later who's special, Donny," Greer laughed. "Now, back to the play-by-play!" "OK, Greer's holding her hair back now, and she's licking his shaft. He's moving her head around as she licks, so he's controlling her yet she's the one doing the tonguing. Now he's lowered her head and I think she's licking his balls, but it's hard to see. Now he's pulled her back up and she's just taken the cock head into her mouth. She's really had to open wide since it's that big. I don't know how she's managing it, but I can see that she's tonguing it inside her mouth - I can see her cheeks shadow that. And now, he's moving her head up and down, and she's sucking him on the up strokes. She's sucking him really hard from the looks of it, and his cock is shining with her saliva. He's got his eyes on her, and she's looking back up at him. She really doesn't look like she regrets this at all. I think she's really enjoying this, and I'm sure he is, from the looks of his dick when she lets it slip out." "Sandra, are you enjoying this like Don thinks?" Greer asked. Sandra was on a downstroke. She sucked him way in, rolling her tongue around the shaft and especially tonguing the ridge along its underside, then drawing back up and circling the head, digging the tip of her tongue into his urethral opening while she held just the head in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm" she moaned in assent. Don continued, "He's got her deep throating him now - I didn't know she could do that with something that big. She's taking almost all of it, and he's picking up the pace. Uh huh, he's getting there now, and she's got her hands on him and is jerking him off as she sucks. He's let go of her head and has dropped his hands to squeeze her breasts, and she's still sucking and jerking him, and - there he goes - he's jerking and shooting into her, and she's swallowing, but some is seeping out of her mouth." At that, Don stopped talking, and Greer stopped jerking, but Sandra kept sucking and licking until he was thoroughly soft, then she slowly stood and walked over to Don, bending down and kissing him full on his mouth, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He opened to her probing, and she shared with him the remains of Greer's ejaculation. Slowly, she parted with his lips and whispered to him, "Darling, I'm sorry about all this, but if we make it really hot for him, our chances of getting out of this are a lot better, don't you think?" "Is that all that's going on? It's ok, but is it?" "Yeah, I know. I'm really hot, too - for you and for him. What do I do?" "Don't worry - I love you and we'll come to grips with all this after it's over. By the way, I've told you that you're beautiful when you're having sex – and you are!" Vastly relieved and hoping Greer wouldn't stop her, she knelt down and started licking Don with exactly the same strokes and sequence that Greer had directed her to accomplish on him. Don moaned as she licked his balls and tongued his cock head. He could see that when she deep throated him, she easily got all the way to the base of his cock, something she hadn't accomplished with Greer. She looked up to see Don looking at Greer, who was smiling at him, or sneering, Greer's limp dick lying across his relining figure, still large in its relaxed state, and still glistening. Don leaned over and whispered to her, "Oh, damn, that feels great – you are such a great cock-sucker, Sandra. Do you like being a slut for me as much as I like your being one? Do you want me to come in your mouth like he did? Do you love sucking me as much as you did him?" "Mmmm-hmmm," she murmured again, with the same inflection, causing Don's own orgasm to well up and spurt into her mouth. He hadn't lasted as long in her mouth as Greer had, and his orgasm seemed to rage through him moreso than Greer's. As with Greer, she kept suckling Don's retreating prick until he was completely spent and softened. Then sat in his lap, put her arms around him, and tongued the taste of his own come back into his mouth. "Brava!" Greer applauded. "A virtuosa if ever I met one. Don, you're a very lucky guy. I'm really sorry I have to keep you bound up, but let's all take showers and see what happens next." With that, he bound Sandra, unbound and directed Don to the bathroom, and soon Sandra heard the shower water running. Greer stepped out on the porch, still naked himself, taking the shotgun from the corner and a cell phone off a shelf. Standing on the porch where he could see her and the door to the bedroom, he made a series of calls. She couldn't make out any of the conversation. She wished she'd noticed the cell phone - maybe there would have been a chance during all this... Reentering the cabin, Greer walked to her. She watched his cock, softened but large enough to hang past well past his balls, swing heavily, slapping his thighs alternately. Even though he was just walking, the size of his dick turned it to a swagger, and she understood something of the psychological diminution that guys like Don must have faced when they reached their teenage locker room shower years. No matter how many men's magazine advice columns said men were equal, boys must learn differently in those gym showers. Not seeing the erections wouldn't change the conclusions, and it might even make them more erroneous, she mused. She knew that soft size was no guarantee of hard size, but she also knew that it was a damn good indicator. When you start out with the kind of soft that Greer had, there was no way it was going to do anything else but get bigger – the only question would be how much bigger. Now she knew, she smiled to herself. All this was thought in an instant, as he turned to her, "Well, well. I really enjoyed eating you. Did you enjoy it as much as you seemed to? And what did you think about sucking me? Is that the first time you've done that with Donnie watching? And what's your take on this so far, anyway?" "Yes, I enjoyed the cunnilingus, but it was sort of in spite of myself. I still don't know if you're going to turn out to be what you said. I responded to the physical thing, but I'm still married, and this was still rape in my opinion. You're causing Don and me all sorts of issues that we'll have to work out long after you're gone." "You have an interesting definition of rape, one that I believe you wouldn't find legally binding. More interesting, though - what about sucking me? You didn't answer that part." "I've always enjoyed sucking men. It always turns me on and gets me wet. But there wasn't anything more in it than that." "Ha! Yeah, and I wasn't very hard either, huh? At least when I feel good, I can admit it, and you certainly made me feel good! Well, it won't be long until I'm gone, then you can work on your "issues" at your leisure, as well as on your honesty with yourself about what's gone on here. My phone calls worked out so I can leave soon. But I still intend to fuck you." "And I intend to physically cooperate with that as long as you're holding Don as hostage." "Well, cooperation is a whole level short of participation. I expect participation as well, and I think you know that you'll enjoy things more if you participate. Can I count on you to get as enthusiastic as you know I want you to?" "I doubt it." "Remember how much you enjoyed the last round. Are you sure about that?" "...no." The sound of the shower ended, and Don reappeared drying himself with a towel. Silently, Greer reset his bonds and freed Sandra, then said, "Sandra, you think about that in the shower. I'll be discussing our plans with Don here." Sandra entered the shower deep in thought, letting the hot water soothe her predicament as well as her skin. After a long time, she turned the water off, dried off, and returned to the living room, the towel wrapped around her, her hair damp and her makeup-free face fresh and set for whatever came next. Don was still bound, but didn't look nearly as distressed as she'd sort of hoped, she admitted to herself. His dick looked meek and retracted in that posture – who said they didn't have personalities? "Very cute outfit, Sandra, here's the deal," Greer started. "Don's aware of my intentions. He knows that I'm about to fuck you, and that's ok with him, since it will gain his freedom. It'll probably get his dick hard, too, if we let him watch, don't you think? I think he really wants to watch - and if things go right, I think maybe he'll even join in. Would you care to get fucked well and long by two guys who want to give you pleasure?" "If I say no, what happens?" "I leave Don bound up and just fuck you myself. Then I tie you up and leave, like I promised." "And if I say yes?" "Hmm. We'll see about that as we proceed. I might even let you two loose, but I'd really have to believe you wouldn't try anything, and that might be tough, considering your earlier antics." She thought about it and turned to look at Don, "Well, it seems to me that I'm not the one to make the decision. I'm just the object of all this. It sounds like Don's call to me, but Don, you need to really know what you want here, because we're can't end up in a whose-fault-was-it thing when it's all over." "Well, let me tie you back up," he replied, and proceeded to rebind her in the chair. It had gotten downright routine and took hardly any time, as she positioned herself compliantly. "You two can discuss it while I clean up. If you agree, it has to be with your honest agreement not to try anything I wouldn't approve – anything. I'll let you stay ungagged to discuss it, but you've got to do the no yelling thing. Not that anyone would hear, but it would probably interrupt my shower, and I do so hate that sort of thing." He is so damned confident, she thought to herself, helpless to do much about it. Without waiting for an answer, Greer strolled naked out of the room. Sandra watched him go, letting herself appreciate that his back did look really fine, and remembering how good his cock felt when she wrapped her mouth around it and tongued it just under the head. Don brought her out of her brief reverie, "Well, if it's my choice, I'd rather fuck you with this guy than sit and watch him fuck you alone. Plus, that way I'll be part of the pleasure for you if it works, and I'll have a better chance to make sure nothing goes wrong if it doesn't go well. Did I mention you look great when you're having sex? I'm surprised I lasted even a minute after watching you suck on that thing of his. The question is, how much of this is your being out of any control of it, how much is it your protecting or pleasing me, and how much of it is actually a turn on for you?" "Well, you know I get turned on sucking a cock, and his was no exception, although I really didn't know if I would, since it's been so long since I've done that to anyone else. I don't know if you've conditioned me to love sucking you, or if I just like the act. I've gotten so used to it with you alone, and that's been fine, and will be after all this is over, by the way. So, yeah, I'm partly turned on by this now, and I've just about gotten over the fear thing, although there's still a distinct possibility that he'll fuck me, with your help, then kill us both. Can you get hard knowing that?" "Sandra, I really think if he were going to kill us, he'd have handled things all differently up to now. None of that FBI thing had to do with violence – it was all robbery. I think he's just a guy who picked our cabin, who's naturally horny after a long time alone, and even moreso since you're such a babe, and if we play along, he'll leave us remarkably unscathed. That said, this is a great opportunity for both of us to indulge our fantasies a bit, don't you think?" Before she could challenge him on just which fantasies he thought this fulfilled for her, Don's cell phone rang. She'd forgotten all about it, and it shocked them both. The sound came from next to Don's chair, under where his clothes had ended up. Hearing the shower still going, and hoping he could get to it in time, Sandra watched Don topple his chair, flip open the phone with his mouth, and answer it quietly. "Hello . . . hey, Mrs. Watson . . . Yes, we're up here for the week, just unpacking. Yes, that would be fine, but could you wait until after supper? We were going to take a hike, but we'll be back by seven, and that will be well before dark. OK, see you then!" He flipped the phone closed, and they were startled to see Greer standing in the doorway, naked and blatantly relaxed as ever. "And what was that all about?" he asked, very seriously, picking up and righting Don and his chair, then taking the battery out of the phone and stepping outside, returning without the phone or battery. Forgetting the phone and leaving it on – that's two mistakes, and the first two, I think, Sandra reflected, wondering if there would be more of them, and if she'd recognize them in time to exploit the opportunity. Don responded, "That was Mrs. Watson, our rental agent. She lives down the mountain, saw me drive by when I was in town this morning, and wants to bring some real estate papers by for us to sign. She'll be here after supper, and knowing her, she won't be alone. Her husband is the town police chief. Since I didn't squeal, and since she'll be here in a couple of hours, I'd suggest you hit the road right away." "You'd suggest that, eh? Well, I had another suggestion I thought we'd pretty much agreed on, and I'm not in the mood to depart just yet. I'm probably nuts, but I'm willing to stick by the deal I offered, then I'll leave you two alone, without your car distributor. You'll have no proof of anything, and I'll be on my way. If you say I was here, I'll find that out, and I'll get to you before they get to me. If you stay quiet, you won't be guilty of anything since I've threatened you, and you'll be able to sleep in the coming months as well." Don seemed downright chipper, as he said, "Right, then. I guess the next move's up to you." "Sandra," Greer said, warming to the task again, "I found some massage oil back there. You two must really enjoy this place from the bathroom arsenal of oils, the erotica in the bookcase, and even the dope stash in your cooler. For now, though, I think you need to be well-lubricated outside as well as in, don't you? Let's have you stand up now." Saying that, he pulled her up from her chair, looped a coil of nylon rope between her handcuffs, leaving her feet unfettered, and tossed the rope over a beam, so when he pulled on it, her arms were raised above her. Raising her up so she was standing erect but comfortably flat-footed and kicking her feet to where they were about shoulder-width apart, he tied the loose end of the rope to the closed front door handle and stepped back to assay his work. She felt like something out of The Story of O, arms above her, shackled, legs apart, at the mercy of a stranger. Her expectation of being physically freed was dashed, at least temporarily. "You look quite fine, Mrs. Bradley," Greer said, walking around her. For a moment, she wondered how he'd learned their last name, and figured there was mail or luggage tags or something lying around to reveal that. She sensed her nakedness more than ever. Pouring out a bit of oil into his hand, Greer knelt and started applying it to her. He started with her feet, giving her a foot massage on each foot that was luxurious and relaxing. Then he started working his way up her legs, massaging the oil into her skin as he went, and working at the muscles firmly, but not painfully. It was sensuous and delicious, and she closed her eyes and just reveled in the sensations. Mountain View Reaching her upper thighs, she felt the sexual desire building in her again, and she knew that she was lubricating. Greer shifted to her arms, then her shoulders and back, then around to her sides and belly. She expected to and did feel the pleasurable sexual kick when he oiled her neck, but was surprised that she felt it as well when he smoothed the fluid into her armpits and behind her knees. Soon she felt super-sensitive all over, yet he'd still not gotten to her buttocks, crotch, both breasts, and her head. Pausing, he asked, "Don, it seems I'm about to the critical areas. What do you recommend here?" She had had her back to Don, and at this he turned her, her arms still above her head, her breasts stretched upwards. She opened her eyes and saw that Don appeared quite pleased with things, and that his erection had started to return. She'd been enjoying the massage and oil so much she'd forgotten about the men's arousal. Looking down at Greer standing beside her, she quickly confirmed that Greer was also becoming erect, but just like Don, just becoming, not rock-hard. This was obviously a turn-on for Don – he'd seen her naked enough not to get off on that alone. Greer was still noticeably larger than Don in his semi-tumescence. Yet each time she looked at his cock, she was surprised at just how much larger he appeared to be, and how attractive that extra size looked to her. She'd never felt Don was inadequate; but visually, big cocks definitely had an advantage – maybe men react to large breasts the same way, she mused. "I'd go for the breasts first, I suppose," Don suggested. Greer complied, gently massaging them from behind, pulling on the nipples with his oily hands, bringing them to hardness as the areolae shrank. He continued to massage them, more firmly, squeezing the nipples back into the breast, kneading the whole breast – it felt great, and she continued to feel increasingly aroused – attention to her breasts frequently awakened her clitoris, and she felt her hips squirm involuntarily. Don had a front and center view of this, and his erection was still growing. Satisfied with the breasts, Greer nudged her feet further apart and started on her buttocks, dripping a rivulet of oil down the crack of her ass, and following it with his hands. He was behind her, watching his hands on each of her cheeks, kneading them and letting his fingers insinuate themselves lower and lower. She felt oily all over, and when he ringed her anus with his finger, she jerked with the forbidden sensations and resulting embarrassment of it. That was something she'd told Don early on in their marriage that she didn't care for, and he'd never gone further than suggesting they might try it sometime. Finally, she felt Greer's cock nudge itself between her buttocks as his hands reached around in front of her. She felt some satisfaction that it was obviously hard, and he slid it back and forth, humping her slowly from behind, the shaft passing between her cheeks and along the base of her vagina. Turning her so she was facing Don, Greer started to masturbate her with his fingers. Pulling her thighs apart and caressing her thighs outside her vagina, then her vaginal lips, then circling her clitoris, then moving back to her lips, stroking the length of them, and so forth, he built her excitement, still sliding his cock along beneath her, making her arch her hips involuntarily seeking its entry. As her breathing got more ragged and her hips started to thrust, he intensified his focus on her clitoris, and soon she was gasping in yet another orgasm. She had closed her eyes, not sure when, and opened them as the orgasm hit her, to see Don looked into her eyes, smiling. She neither took note of nor reacted to the smile, as the ripples coursed through her, but she let herself cry out in the pleasure of it – not a groan or scream, but something in-between, primal, and necessary for her. She needed Greer to continue to stroke her until she'd subsided, but he moved away from her, leaving her to breathe through the recovery, and leaving her edgy again from the lack of full satisfaction. Greer positioned some pillows on the thick rug, loosened the rope, letting her arms down, ignoring his cock which had to be as needful as she felt – it was oil-slicked and purple-headed, the veins blue and heavy – how did he keep from throwing her down and entering her right there?. Then he unclipped the cuffs and guided her to her hands and knees in front of Don. "Now, let's see how well you can fuck!" Greer snarled as he pushed her forward so she was kneeling, her torso supported by her hands. She was completely unbound now, and in a position that she and Don both enjoyed. She briefly registered appreciation that they'd added the soft, padded rug to the cabin, and knew from experience that it was comfortable for kneeling as well as lying on. She wasn't used to having pillows under her knees – even more comfort, certainly, but unusual. The she recalled how she frequently rose up in this position with Don, trying to get his cock against her clitoris. Realizing that the knee pillows were going to accomplish just that, she reflected that this guy really knows his women. She felt Greer position his engorged cock at her vaginal entrance from behind. She felt oily all over, and couldn't identify where the oil stopped and her lubrication began, but she expected an easy entrance, she was so hot by now. Greer pushed forward, and the resistance of her body to the intrusion caught her off-guard. It felt bigger than she'd expected, maybe because she was getting swollen, engorged from the earlier activity. Maybe he was even bigger than before – it didn't really matter. As she considered the sensation, he grabbed her hips and pushed himself steadily but unremittingly into her. "Annnhh!!" she groaned, as the shaft entered her, pulled back a bit, and surged forward again. It took three strokes for his cock to impale her to its hilt, and she stopped trying to muffle her moans. Immediately, she appreciated the pillows, for they quite effectively raised her vagina, making his cock rub the base of her clitoris with each stroke. It was so intense, it was almost like a hard tickle. Then he started a steady fucking with long, slow strokes out and back in all the way. The length of the strokes amazed and excited her, and she realized that she'd forgotten liking such long strokes so well – as he pushed, he seemed to shove her insides along with his cock, then drag her out as well, although she knew she was lubricating copiously. All along, her clitoris felt as if it were being sucked on, as his cock rubbed it gloriously. Looking up, she saw Don's penis fully hard again, although she was too far from it to taste or touch. Looking further up, she and Don gazed at each other. He was smiling and breathing deeply, and she felt the sensations in her hips infuse the rest of her body. Still staring straight into Don's eyes, she gasped, humped back and was engulfed by yet another orgasm. She whimpered in frustration as Greer pulled out. Then, hardly pausing, but gently turning her with his strength, he repositioned the pillows, laid her softly on her back with the pillows under her ass, opened her legs, and lowered himself into her in the missionary posture, except with her hips raised obscenely to him by the pillows. As he held himself above her, she could feel her breasts tipping outward, the nipples seeming to be permanently erect. He held his weight off. Slowly, he sank his cock back into her, meeting little resistance. Greer gradually picked up the pace again. She could feel her vaginal walls surrounding him, and his cock rubbing past them. When Don fucked her, she felt him rub along her vaginal top, or its floor, or along one side, then the other. Greer's penis filled her so that she was being stimulated along the full cylinder of his mass, throughout the full cylinder of her cunt. The over-stimulation of her entire vagina was almost maddening, and this time it was the realization of his thickness and her acceptance of it, her milking it for all it was designed for, that pushed her over into yet another orgasm. She let out a low growl as it forged into her, his cock reaming its way in and out relentlessly. She thought for a moment that this was too many orgasms, that she should find a way to stop the repetitions, then she stopped thinking that, intentionally. She squeezed with her cunt, both to intensify her sensations and to try to bring him some of the same thrill. He responded immediately to the squeeze, now ramming rather than stroking, and she kept squeezing, feasting on the power his jerking hips reflected that he'd given to her. Now she was in control, and now he was losing it even as he pushed harder. Her orgasm had become a continuously crashing surf, but she was aware of his growing helplessness inside her, and she took it as a triumph, squeezing and humping him stroke for stroke. He seemed to swell even larger, and she imagined he had somehow become harder as well, as he tripped over the edge. "Arh, ah . . . oh fuck!" he cried out as he yielded completely and tried to lodge his semen as deeply within her as his body could manage. He was helpless, and she kept coming, as he humped upwards inside her, bumping her cervix yet causing no pain within the swells of her pleasure. His orgasm lasted - and lasted - as his jerking movements sporadically became weaker, but still resulted in aftershocks of pushes into her, his pubic bone pressing on her clitoris, his cock only half-softened and still hard enough to fit her glove-like, being caressed now by the walls he'd so recently raked along. Slowly, slowly, she returned to the reality of the scene. She realized her arms had been wrapped around Greer's neck, and then that her heels were dug into his buttocks, as she'd unconsciously been pulling him inward even as he'd been thrusting. She let her legs down, and her arms, and was embarrassed that Don had watched the entire scene and undoubtedly knew she'd been carried away far beyond merely cooperating with an intruder. Greer, still gently fucking her with his deflating penis, smiled down at her. "Sandra, that was just absolutely terrific!" he gasped, laughing. "Don, your turn," he wheezed, and rolled off her, his dick, flopping sidewards across his thigh. Crawling over to Don, he released the shackles, then collapsed on his back, still breathing heavily. Before she could register just what was happening, Don had replaced Greer, sinking his erection into her. "Don, what?..." she asked, but his dick felt good too. She registered its less intrusive size, but recognized its extra-hard condition. Like a pet come home, his dick rummaged about inside her, the combination of her juices and Greer's leaving her feeling as if she were full of liquid and cock, with no room, just liquid and cock. "You are fantastic, and wonderfully loved," Don whispered in her ear, dispelling her concern for having lost her control earlier. "I don't know what's going on, just fuck me some," she answered, adding, "You feel terrific yourself, you know." She felt fucked out, but she was determined not to let Don feel subordinate to Greer - - - if she could help it. Don shifted into his left-right alternating stroke that she loved, and quickly, she was coming again – she'd lost count of how many this was. This time it was from the sexual stimulation, but also from the relief that Don loved her, that it was all going to be ok, that what she'd felt earlier was prelude to this, and that marvelously (and rarely for them), Don was going to come quickly and along with her. It was an almost quiet coming for them both, but it was a treasure, and they both knew it. She lost track of just what may have followed, but awakened sometime later, covered with the bedspread as she lay on the floor, dusk falling outside. Looking around, she saw that Don was on one side of her, Greer on the other, both sleeping quietly on their backs, both naked. Carefully, so as not to awaken them, she knelt between them at their knees and compared the two men. They were both good looking in their own ways, and Greer's cock, while obviously larger, actually wasn't any more visually attractive, she decided, now that she had adjusted to the initial novelty of it. Both their scrotums looked soft and cuddly, nestled beneath their flaccid penises. She reflected on the scenes earlier, and for reasons she didn't want to even try to think about, she didn't flee or go for the shotgun. She remembered that Mrs. Watson was due at the cabin, and knelt down, whispering to Don. He awoke, listened to her, then smiled and said, "Sandra, she's not coming. That was a wrong number, and I just said that on the spur of the moment to try to come up with a believable way to get us out. Actually, I don't think we're in much danger, do you?" "No, I guess not," she replied, realizing they'd been untied for hours, and Greer had done nothing to keep them. If he were worried, he'd have done something – he wasn't the type to leave details unattended, that she knew. "So, then, what now?" she asked, still whispering. "Now, I think we both do you, then I leave," Greer's voice said, startling her. Considering the alternative, she sighed. She crawled up, kneeling with one leg between each of theirs, stopping with her knees nudging their crotches. Smiling, she stroked their bellies with her hands, one on each man. Paralleling her movements as she sat on her haunches, she ran her nails up across their chests, raking their nipples. Then she leaned onto them and kissed them deeply, first Don, then Greer, her eyes open and staring at each man in turn, she started to speak, "I'm going to get you both hard, then you can take over." She looked down at the cock that she knew so well, and reached down to stroke it, jacking slowly, and in a moment, feeling it start to swell and extend. "I don't know how you can get hard again," she told her husband in some amazement. "Neither do I, but I'm not arguing the point," he smiled back at her. "Let's see if Greer can get up for another round," she said softly. With that, she shifted around, lowering her pussy to Greer's face, and he started to lick it eagerly. Sucking Don's dick into her mouth, they heard him moan, then she moved over and started to ring her tongue around Greer's cockhead. Don raised himself on an elbow to watch them begin the classic 69. She was totally focused on the cock, and Don could see that she was starting to get results. She'd always preferred sucking cocks that were hard already, but this time she took her time and sampled having the fat, soft sausage in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, sensing if it was going to respond. It only took a moment, and she knew it was. It was already bigger than Don's, it seemed, again, and it had a long way to go. She was whimpering softly as she licked him and he continued to run his tongue along her slit, grabbing her hips to control her movements and sucking her clitoris into his mouth between tongue strokes. She grabbed the base of Greer's cock with one hand and slipped the other under his ass to grab his scrotum. Squeezing the shaft and balls in a slow rhythm, she started sucking, each stroke getting deeper along his shaft, and each stroke seeming to pull more shaft out of him. Greer's hips were starting to hump along with her sucking rhythm. "OK, guys, comparison shopping time," she said. "Come on, I want you to kneel face to face so I can check you out together." The men complied, and knelt a foot apart. Stroking their hard pricks, she watched them slide through her hands. "Well, Don, I do think he's just a bit bigger, don't you?" "Yeah, but not much more than, say, 50%. I guess I'd say he's a lot bigger than I am – what ever happened to those articles that say there's not much difference?" "Well, it's not that much different - I'd say you're about 6", and he's, let's see, about 8" so far, and that is sooo far, I think. Come on, closer, guys." The men knelt closer, and she used their cocks as wands, rubbing each other's cocks together. As Greer swelled to his full length, Sandra impulsively took one of each man's hands in hers and guided each to the other's cock. At first, she covered their hands with hers, slowly having them jack each other, then she released her hand and watched them continue. "This is amazing," she said quietly. "Not at all homosexual, just sexual – what are you guys feeling?" "Each other, obviously," said Don. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have a big cock, and I guess this is as close as I'll ever get, though I wish the view was different." Don and his cock size thing – would he ever really reconcile with it? Not willing to pursue that line of thought, she just watched them and enjoyed seeing that both their gazes were locked on their hands and the other's cock, almost as if she weren't there. It was fascinating, and she wondered if she'd ever have the opportunity to stroke, and even eat, another woman. Goodness, she'd come a long way into this liberated sexuality in a very short time. In addition to opening her consciousness to the attraction of lesbian relations, she'd managed to lower a real barrier between the men, and she was in no rush to see it reestablished. "How about the balls?" she continued. As each man cupped the other's scrotum, she saw them instinctively roll the balls around, gently squeezing and tugging, but much more gently than she'd have guessed. She was definitely going to try to get this part right next time, she thought. "How about you?" she challenged her husband's new stimulator. "It's different, but in a sort of disembodied way – with him stroking me and me stroking a cock, it's like I'm robotically jerking off, or something." She registered thankfully that he wasn't bringing size into the discussion, and just watched, as they returned to jacking each other. Greer was pulling long strokes, while Don was rubbing his thumb back and forth across the head – another thing to remember next time she was alone with Don – she figured he wouldn't do it if he didn't like it himself. "This is very educational, by the way," she smiled, watching them. "I think this was supposed to be about fucking you, Sandra, not about your fucking with us," Greer said, and he disengaged and pushed her back on the bed, lifting her knees up and positioning himself between her legs. "Now, you put it in. I love it when a woman puts me into her." "Is this where I'm supposed to say, ‘oh no, it's too big?'" she asked, reaching for the shaft. "I think you missed your opportunity for that line some time ago," Greer offered. "Don, you'd better watch this closely," Sandra said. With that, she smoothly pulled the big shaft toward her, ran it up and down her vagina, and pulled just the head into her, taking an audible breath in as it entered. "Oh damn, that feels fine! Oh damn! More, more!" Casting caution aside, Greer humped into her, and his whole cock disappeared to the hilt with an ease she wouldn't have thought possible only a few hours before. The ease was paradoxical - she knew she was swollen now, and the tighter fit resulting was delicious, almost but not quite painful, but she was oily with juices, and the combination made the tightness easy somehow. Sandra immediately started twitching, fucking back hard, and coming right away. Greer fucked her through the orgasm, slowed a moment as it started to pass, then picked up a steady rhythm of deep, long, slow strokes. She came again as he pumped into her, and was crying out as she came a third time, Greer showing no inclination to do anything other than fuck her into oblivion. "Aaahh, aaahhh, stop, stop!" she cried out, and Greer stopped, his cock buried to the hilt again. "Just let me catch my breath a minute!" Mountain View Rolling over on his back, she was pulled on top of the stranger and sat up, fucking down on him, as his hands covered her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples. She heard her husband say, "This is where we both do you, I think," and felt him push her forward. She started to resist, as she realized what Don had in mind, but didn't have the will to argue as she felt him positioning himself behind her. Don poured oil down her ass and massaged it around her anus. Soon he inserted a finger, and she was amazed that it felt really, pretty good, the cock in her cunt filling her, and this new intrusion not hurting, as she relaxed into the inevitability. "You once said you didn't care for this, but we'll see if that still holds," Don murmured, as he rubbed his cock around her entrance and gently, then insistently, pushed the head of his dick at her back entrance. As he pushed, she relaxed more into it, and he slid inside, each stroke going deeper. As he and Greer found a rhythm, she felt totally impaled, totally filled, with no pain, just full, and full of enjoyment. Don started picking up the pace, and she responded, squeezing with both her vagina and her sphincter. The orgasm's wave soon returned for her, and she felt powerless to do anything but ride it. After the first one, Don withdrew, still hard. She saw him leave for the bathroom and continued to fuck the big cock in her pussy, quickly becoming a dear friend to her. With Don gone from view, she closed her eyes and ground down on the shaft, taking command, fucking him hard, and hard, until she dragged another ejaculation from him, her triumph it seemed, her victory yet without a sense of her partner's loss. As he shrank, she slid down, sucked him into her mouth, and drank the last of his semen as his coming passed. She felt quiet and satisfied, and in wonder at the day, and she snuggled back under the spread and dozed again. Later, she awoke to see Greer carry a duffel bag out of the back room, dressed again in cargo shorts and a camp shirt, looking like some safari great white hunter type. Don was sitting naked, and got up as Greer neared the door. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go," Greer announced. "Don, you're a fortunate man. I always knew you had great taste. Sandra, you're the best – take good care of this guy. I hope you enjoyed our time together. Maybe we can do it again sometime, but that will be up to you both." "OK, Steve, drive carefully – maybe I'll get back to one of those reunions someday. We'll think about the offer. I notice there are several combinations we didn't get around to. And, I always did like the Keys, you know." It took her a minute before she registered it all, then connected the name with Don's college roommate, took an instant of recognition, and exclaimed, to both of them in general and each of them in particular, "You son of a bitch! How dare you?" Don and Steve looked at her, silently checking her response, until she continued, "I will get you back, you know, Don!" She glared, then couldn't repress the laughter any longer, and grinning, added, "I just hope it will be as exquisite for you as this was for me!" Laughing, Steve waved and disappeared through the door. Don murmured softly, wrapping his arm around her waist, "I can't wait."