22 comments/ 61569 views/ 2 favorites Oh the Games People Play Now By: magmaman Sally and I had only been married for just under two years. Happy is the wrong description, she was all I could think of when I got off work, I rushed home because I wanted desperately to see her, be there with her. My first marriage had failed, something about Dana having a budget requiring me being a corporate executive driving a turboprop to work, but I worked in a mill shoving pallets of paper bags into boxcars. Then there was the other problem, I maybe could get Dana's knees apart if I used a prybar, but that was about it. When we were dating she seemed to be nice and normal in the sex department, but after about a week her legs slammed shut and stayed that way, coming open maybe once every six weeks or so. If that often. I found myself most of the time alone in the bathroom, taking care of things. Still, I hung on with her for almost eight long years. Dana got half of everything we had in the divorce settlement, about three bucks. I only saw her one time after that, she was with some white haired old guy driving a giant Mercedes. She saw me standing there as they drove by, looked right at me and didn't change expression. I waved anyway, I didn't hate her, in fact, I loved her. It was just that I wanted her, and she wanted....stuff. There was a couple of long and lonely years after the divorce, I dated a few times, even got laid a few times. Anyone with experience will understand when I say those were the kinds of sexual relationships that a person has and forgets before they get home? There is an old saying my Daddy used to say, something about if there is too much salt in the stew, the second bowl still has too much salt? Yea, sex like that. The old, "OK, you got my panties off, go ahead and fuck me, show me what you can do!" Then came the "That was wonderful" and "I will call you sometime." I was miserable, hating myself, sometimes thinking of Dana and how incredibly beautiful she was, and how I had failed her miserably. I actually blamed myself for that, thinking I should have gone on to college, became something, someone important with money and...stuff. I was eating a bit too much, sitting on my ass a bit too much, getting a little bit on the tubby side. I was still looking, though. I happened to run into Sally in a grocery store of all places, somehow I ended up right behind her in the checkout line. Oh, best to tell the truth here, she kept bending over to check the bottom shelves for deals, I was following her around because her skirt was sorta short. I was sure I saw red panties. By the time we got to the checkout line I had a woodie to end all woodies, and her face was a little flushed. She had kept glancing back at me as I pretended to inspect the canned beans prices. I don't even remember what I said to her or what she said back, but we were pretty close to each other at that moment. She looked me in the eyes, I looked into hers. We both knew right that instant. We ended up down the street at a tiny little cafe, my ice cream melted in the back of my truck. Two hours later she was down on her back as I shoved my 8 incher in there, her nice fat titties flopping up and down as we thrust at each other. I had her knees so far back that her stomach made two nice little rolls, Sally was ever so slightly plump. Plus she was wet and slick, sweating and grunting and loving every second of it. Absolutely the very best damn roll in the hay I ever had, and my very first that didn't involve a long convulated series of dinners and dancing and all of that crap. If you have ever seen a couple of Pigs going at it, that was us that day. The only thing missing was the mud. I fell instantly in love with Sally's titties, I suppose I could yap on and on about how high and firm they were but instead they rolled over to the sides when she was on her back, I could reach out with both hands and push them back and forth, they were a little bit like water filled balloons. Lord that was fun! The other fascinating thing I discovered was when I got her down on her hands and knees, her behind was shoved up high wanting me to stick it in her pussy from behind. I looked down and each time I slid back for another stroke it was like a good two inches of her insides came out still wrapped around my cock. Back and forth, back and forth, I stared at that, it was amazing, wonderful. I will bet she had at least a half dozen orgasms, hell, I had three of them myself. The last one came as I pressed deeply, my entire body wrapped around her from behind. It was like they had made her to fit me perfectly that way, I have no other way to describe it. I was right, too. She had on red panties. It was the only thing she had on under her blouse and skirt. I was completely in love with her before I even got to my truck that same afternoon. 10 days later we got married. Yea. I know. No way in hell could I possibly have a clue about who or what she was, but what the hell. That first year was fun, Sally was as nasty in the bedroom as it is possible to be, and one thing I noticed was that she just could not seem to get enough of playing with my cock. It was like it was her personal pull toy. The other neat thing is she had a pretty nice house, it seemed she had also been married once before and got that when they split after being together for nearly 10 years. I never found out why they split exactly and I didn't bother to ask. Sally did mention a couple of times that her former old man was a bit of a prude. I could see where that might be a problem, Sally sure as hell was no prude. One thing I loved about her was the teasing, she delighted in teasing me. Having a woman that is a tease and one that loves sex is great. There is a difference between being sexy and nasty in the house and being that way everywhere though. Sally showed no signs at all of being that way with others around, in fact, she was always quite the little lady. Until we got inside with the doors closed. Then it was peekaboo time, rubdowns, handjobs that would cross a man's eyes, and she would suck on me all day and all night if she could. I was happy happy happy! The side effect was that my stomach was now flat as a board and rippled, I felt good too. It's amazing how good sex is as an exercise. Sally snugged up, too, but her titties still flopped around and I could spend hours doing that. I wondered once why she always smelled and tasted so squeaky clean, then I found out she looked at the clock and an hour before I was due home she hit the shower without fail. I liked that, I had my tongue as far as it would go up her pussy so many times I couldn't count them. I was doing that to her one day when she figured out how to get every single inch of my cock down her throat, that was the first time she ever actually did that. Later that same day we tried it up her rear end, another first for her and for me, too. But she really didn't like that much and neither did I, so we never tried that again. That amazing pussy of hers was quite enough. If anything, by now even more of her turned inside out when I pulled back, and she had learned how to clamp down, I could see her muscles move the big lips on a back stroke. So I came home with doing that on my mind, we did something, some kind of sex nearly every single day. "Martha called about something." Sally hollered out to me the moment I got home from work. "Great" I thought. "Just great." Here it was, Friday night. All I wanted to do was plop down in my recliner, kick back and pop a beer, catch the ball game on TV. Martha lived just four doors down from us, she was a widow and around 60 years old or something like that if her white hair was any indication. She was also sweet as it is possible to be except for the fact that she found out I was handy with wiring and plumbing, so she was always calling asking me to help her with something. I didn't mind that too much, she made chocolate chip cookies that could be dipped in milk and never came apart, then they would melt in your mouth. It was damn near worth going over there just for that. Sally brought me a cold beer out of the fridge, a big grin on her face. "I think Martha likes you!" She giggled. "Yea, a bit too damned much." I groaned, taking off my shoes and rubbing my feet. Sally saw me do that, she plopped down crosslegged in front of me and took over rubbing them. Lord I loved my Sally, she never missed a lick taking care of me, and she knew that 8 solid hours working on a concrete floor was rough on my poor feet. Of course when she sat like that I could see her panties and she knew that, plus her rubbing my feet was always on the sensual side, which normally resulted in.... Then the fucking phone rang. Sally hopped up to answer it. "Yes, he is home now." She handed me the phone as I stuck my tongue out at her, then she headed off for the kitchen, giggling. "Later!" I thought, thinking of getting her down on her hands and knees and jamming my.... "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Danny? Hi! Hey, can I ask you a question?" It was Martha. Just fucking did ask one! I thought. What would it be this time, door hinge, bad plugin, something leaking? I just wasn't in the mood for it. "Uhh, yea, sure." I answered, not sure what was up and not wanting to know. "You have always been so nice, so I know I can trust you." She said. Trust me? Now what the fuck? I thought. "Martha, I...uhhh...what do you need?" "My art class. I need help with my art class." "Art class? What art class? I don't know anything about...." "You don't need to, we just need someone to model." "Model? Me? You have got to be kidding!" I told her. "No, I am serious. We did the still life stuff and now we are into life models and we were thinking..." "Who is we"? I asked her, glancing over at Sally who was now standing there listening with a giant grin on her face. "Oh, just June and Caroline, they are my friends." "I see. What do you want me to do?" "Just sit there, you know....model!" "Well...I don't...I will think about it. Maybe." I told her. "Good! See you tomorrow at 2 PM." and she hung up. Martha tended to be a little bit pushy as I had come to understand. "Just fuck!" I exclaimed. "What's the matter, honey?" Sally grinned at me. I looked at her, it hit me right then and there that Sally already knew about this. "I just am not getting off at the idea of sitting in a goddamned chair all afternoon while some old ladies paint pictures." I told her. "Oh, it won't hurt you, besides, Martha is nice, she is always bringing over cookies and pastries and she has really helped me in learning how to sew." Sally had somehow ended up in a sewing class with Martha, which didn't hurt a thing because now she could fix my shirts and she even made me a couple of them that were way better than I could buy. I sighed and went back to my beer, clicked on the ball game. Sally came around behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, then her hands went inside the front of my shirt, she very gently took one nipple between each of her thumbs and forefingers and rolled them. Lord. There was a haze of breasts and wet pussy and other things in there for a half hour or so, then I was back in my chair watching her spray down the fake leather couch with Lysol and a towel. She was taking her sweet time, knowing damn good and well I was looking at her pussy peeking out, but it was going to be awhile before my dick would respond after what we had just done. Then off to the kitchen she went to fix dinner, naked as a jaybird. I sat there satiated, looking at the tiny little butterfly tattoo way down low on her right butt cheek. I had seen that many times, oddly this time it popped into my head that I wondered how and where she got that. I made a mental note to ask her someday, then I fell asleep. The next afternoon I walked down to Martha's house, there were two other little old ladies sitting there when she let me in. "This is June, and this is Caroline, girls, this is my friend Danny. He and his wife Sally live just down the street and Danny has been sweet enough to volunteer as a model." She grinned at me. June looked to be about 60 also, except her hair was long and dyed a dark red color that was unnatural. Caroline was younger and blonde, perhaps 50 or so, and she was..shall we say, round? "Well, where do you want me?" I asked, thinking they would do some sketches or outlines and I could get the hell out of there. Maybe I could even get back to my house in time to catch the race, that Johnson guy was leading the points standings and Mark Martin was right on his ass. I was rooting for the old guy, Martin. Man could that old fart drive. I happened to glance up at June, she was staring at my crotch like she saw something she wanted to eat. Somehow that made me nervous as hell. Martha left and came back with a very old looking chair, it had a wooden seat with a cushion strapped to it, and a matching one strapped to the back. Caroline stood up, I realized she was very short, barely 5 feet tall. She turned around and bent down, reaching into a huge bag she had by the end of the couch. Her butt looked to be two feet wide, I had to look away. "Just sit right here, find a comfortable position and try to keep still." Martha said. So that is how I got to spend a wonderful afternoon, about three solid hours of sitting in a fucking chair trying to keep still. It didn't help one bit that in short order they all seemed to have forgotten that I was alive and male and sitting right there, they were laughing and cracking jokes and some of the jokes were just plain naughty. Finally, mercifully, Martha stood up and announced they were done. I got up, it seemed that every joint in my body hurt from sitting so long. Hell, I was only 35, I felt like I was twice that age. Out came the cookies, Martha handed me a huge platter of them, dang! That part I didn't mind at all. I headed for the door. "See you next Saturday, Danny." She told me. "What? No! I just can't...." "Oh, Danny, you have to. We are only part way, we would have to start all over." Just fuck! "Oh, all right." I sighed. "Great! See you then!" I glanced at June and Caroline, they both beamed. "How did it go, honey?" Sally called out when I got back home. "OK, I guess. One thing, it sure hurt to move after sitting still for so long." "Let me help you, honey, it's so sweet of you to help the ladies with their classes." She began to rub my shoulders which I didn't mind a bit. Then she sat down on the floor and began to rub my feet, I sat there munching chocolate chip cookies and looking at her panties which I noticed Sally was making sure I could see. The phone didn't ring that time, I slid out of the chair and we ended up going at it on the carpet. "The old ladies got you all fussed up, I see." Sally said afterwards. "No, I don't really think so." I laughed. Sally just grinned, reached out and rubbed my bare behind, then she went and got me a glass of milk. I reached for the cookies, dang those were good. The next Saturday I reluctantly went down the street to Martha's. Just she and June were there when I got there, Caroline finally showed up about 10 minutes later. This time they set up little stands to draw on, I could see them all glancing down at their notebooks they had drawn in the week before, then back up at me. At one point I felt myself getting sore, so we took a break. Martha brought out some pastry and set the platter down on the coffee table. I walked over to get one of them. I happened to glance up at the work that Caroline was doing, and almost dropped the pastry. It looked a little bit like me, except the figure was fully nude! I leaned over to see the one June was working on, she grabbed it and turned it but not before I saw that hers was a nude, too. "You aren't supposed to look at them until we are done!" June told me, actually shaking her finger at me. "But...those are..." I said, confused. "Honey, it is a figure study class!" June told me. "Well, how do you get from me sitting there...to this?" "Memory!" Martha interrupted, giving me a big grin. "We might be older but we all remember what boys look like, don't we girls?" I shook my head. "Did you ask him?" Caroline said to Martha like I wasn't fucking there. "No, not yet." "Ask me what?" I had a sinking feeling. "If you would pose...nude for us?" Martha said with a smile. "Nude? What? No!! I don't think that Sally would...." "I already asked her, she just laughed and said it's up to you." Hell, now I was blushing. "I don't think it's a good idea, what if I...?" "Get a woodie? Honey, we have all seen those before, it's no big deal." June said. "Maybe it will be a big deal!" Caroline snickered. I looked at the three of them, not one of them blushed or even acted coy. I sighed. "How about a nice big glass of wine, Danny? Maybe get your courage up?" Martha said. "I don't need any help with my courage." I protested. They all looked at me expectantly. "I don't think...I need to talk to Sally." I felt my face flush. "Sure, go ahead. We will see you next week." Martha beamed at me. I took the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat. "Sally!" I called out the instant I got home. She came into the living room, wiping her hands with a towel. "Why didn't you tell me what the three old ladies wanted?" "Oh, you mean posing? Why should I mind, they are just drawing for their art class." "Just hell, they want me to..." "Nude? Sure, I know. It's not a big deal, besides, you have such a pretty dick." She smiled at me. Good grief. "You are a pervert, aren't you? You are getting off on this!" I said. She just grinned. "Yes, it's kind of a turnon thinking of you sitting there naked in front of three women." The next thing I knew she had my pants undone and was sliding my cock into her mouth. There was no more conversation for quite awhile. Later, she told me she had been in an art class in college, and one of the other male students had posed nude for all of them. She said it was one of the most erotic experiences she had ever had. "You mean sitting there looking at some naked guy got you going?" I asked. "Yes, for some reason. Being fully dressed with a naked man sitting there, it's a sexy feeling of...power, control? I can't explain that, it just does." "I don't think I can do it." "Please? I think it would be fun. Hey, tell you what? If you do it and tell me all about it, I will trade you." "Trade me what?" "I will do anything you want me to do." Sally's voice was coming in little gasps now, her hand was busy on my once again growing erection. I was finding out things about her that I didn't know. "Anything at all, huh? No matter what?" I grinned at her. "No matter what." She looked to be right on the edge of an orgasm. This was getting to be amazing, I was seeing a side of my Sally I had never seen before. She had always been on the naughty side which is what I liked about her, but it was just bedroom games and silly teasing type stuff. "You promise? I can get pretty...imaginative." I slid my hand across her naked breast, let my thumb brush her nipple. She went over the edge at that, let out a small shudder. "I..promise!" She sighed, leaning down to take me once again in her mouth. By the next weekend I was nervous as hell. I had told Sally I was going to do it but the truth is I wasn't sure I would. Naked? In front of three old ladies? Plus I was now suspicious that these three old ladies were interested in way more than art. I almost chickened out, instead I arrived at 2 PM, right on time. The first thing I noticed was Caroline, she had on a rather short skirt and a blouse that was unbuttoned way farther than I had seen before. June was wearing a thin top, her smallish breasts made obvious bumps in the cloth. Oh the Games People Play Now Ch. 02 I had to admit it was a little bit of a turnon, sitting there stark naked in a chair while three little old ladies drew pictures of me. That part I almost didn't mind, after an initial struggle with myself over actually doing it in the first place. After all, I was just sitting there, they were just drawing and then painting, it was no big deal. Then they wanted my cock...visible? I was supposed to just get a woodie, right in front of them? Next thing I knew, two sets of boobs were out in space, I guess they thought that would perk me right up. Actually, all that did was surprise me. Then when Martha came over and grabbed me that was a bit too much. Normally there was no way in hell I would have allowed that, after all, I was married. But the combination of it being a bit of a turnon to sit there nude, combined with Martha being pushy as hell, I just lost control. I probably never had any control in the first place but it was nice to think I did. Being barely 35 and married to Sally for just a couple of years, I was far younger than these gals, so no way did I ever suspect that they were really three just plain nasty old broads. Old folks? Hell, young people messing around with sexy stuff, sure. But wrinkled up gray haired old bags? Naw. For sure they would be over that, right? It sure didn't seem like it, not only were all three of them enjoying the hell out of seeing me naked, Martha took advantage of the situation and had ahold of my cock before I could even react. It was just plain dumb of me to allow myself to get into that situation in the first place, and I was really floored that Sally actually encouraged it. No hint of jealousy at all, in fact she seemed even..excited at the idea? Sally and I had one of those whirlwind romances. I followed her around a grocery store trying to get a better peek at her panties (which were red) and she realized it in short order and began to tease me. To be blunt, that worked very well. By the time I was right behind her in the checkout line I had a raging hardon, she looked back at me and it was obvious she was turned on, too. How do things like that happen? I just don't know, it beats the hell out of me! Normally it's a grand or two spent on dates, a few weeks of being on our very best behavior, then a touch and some kisses and maybe...just maybe? I got dragged into Sally's house and jumped on! Two hours after we met we were in the sack, and I mean in the sack! It turned out that her divorce was final just three months earlier, mine was a couple of years. Hers broke up because her husband would only have sex on Saturday in the dark, in the missionary position. Then he was always on her case if even the tiniest hint of what he thought was too much skin showed, even at home with the doors shut. Sally had made the mistake of staying pure (well, with him anyway)until their wedding, so she had no idea how he was. Then in frustration, she had a brief affair. She told me about that, how her husband had found out, so of course everything came crashing down. She openly admitted to that being her own fault, I could tell from her reaction that she still felt badly about it. The way she acted in bed made me think she had a lot of experience, but Sally told me there was just four all told, counting me. Her first was a boyfriend, prom night of course. Then her husband, then that silly affair. To be honest, I wasn't real sure I believed her, but I really didn't care right then. At first, Sally was one of those crazy one night stands, a great roll in the hay. The kind you always remember but don't go back for more? Except for the fact that by the time we were exhausted, going back for more was the only thing on my mind. Even the way she talked was sexy as hell, she used words like pussy and cock, at one point when she was on her hands and knees she was yelling, "Fuck me Danny! Oh fuck me hard!" Sally even asked me about my own experiences. The truth? I had one heck of a lot more than four. I liked sex, to be honest, I think I was up to almost a dozen, but I wasn't real sure about that. The only one that got me really going was Dana, but I honestly think we had more sex before we got married than after. Sex with Sally's husband was terrible, she told me. She did rationalize that as causing her to cheat, saying the bad relationship caused the divorce. I knew of course that it was more likely the affair. I know just how bad it can hurt, the idea of some other man doing it with my woman. I knew after Dana and I divorced that some other man would, it just tore me up. That was part of what had me all screwed up for close to two years. During that period, I have a few women for brief flings. Somehow they always got compared to Dana in my head, which messed things up. With Sally, Dana never popped into my head at all. My first wife pretty much didn't give me any sex at all. But that didn't cause our divorce, I stayed completely true to her. Dana was wonderfully beautiful, she looked like sex on wheels. The trouble was that she knew how she looked, and she wanted way more than I could ever come up with. I had actually blamed the breakup on myself, on my not being able to provide. For quite awhile I became depressed because of that. Then I came to realize that money, things meant little to me. Being happy meant everything. Once I convinced myself of that, I began to come out of my long down mood, and right after that I met Sally. It was like the Sun came up after months of long dark Winter days. Sally admitted bluntly that I had seemed so eager to get a peek at her that it started to turn her on, so she teased me. We were trying very hard to become just one person at the time we told each other what we were thinking. Sex is usually a hard thing to really talk about much, even for married couples. Not so with Sally and me, we teased and played and laughed, she was always cracking some kind of joke about my dick, and most of the time she had ahold of it. Sally also told me that she had never really done anything like that before, except once she went topless on a beach. All of the other gals were topless that day so nobody paid any attention, all she managed to accomplish was sunburn the holy dickens out of her nipples. "It was kinda disappointing!" she giggled at me. "You mean were waving your titties out in space and nobody would even look?" I laughed. "Yea, it pissed me off. I hide them for years so nobody can see them and everyone acts like they want to. So I take them out and show them off and nobody even noticed!" "Well I will look at them!" I grinned at her. "Oh, goodie!" She jumped up on top of me and rubbed them on my face. Then that dumb modeling thing, I never did figure out exactly what was said or how Sally was approached by Martha, but Sally and Martha had become pretty good friends. Martha became a little bit like the grandma or maybe the mom she never really had. They went to sewing classes, Martha taught Sally to make a meatloaf that I could eat most of in one sitting, things like that. I also found out that Sally went over there nearly every day to watch some stupid soap opera on TV, Day of our world turned or some shit like that. I even watched the show a couple of times, hell, it took them six months to get through one day of their dang lives. Almost every scene is the same, first someone says something, then the screen goes in for the closeup of THAT expression. You know the one I mean, it looks like someone just shoved a cold wet corncob right up their ass. Then fade to a commercial for Tampax. Anyway, somehow I ended up sitting there in a chair with not a single thing on, next thing I know Martha is yanking on my pecker because they wanted it bigger so they could sketch it. That's what they were saying anyway, I later figured out they just wanted to watch it fire one off. Of course it went off! Of course. I should have just put a stop to that, but Martha is a bit pushy and I am best described as not exactly one of those aggressive types of guys. Then I told Sally, I actually expected her to get upset but she didn't. In fact, she thought that was funny as hell. Sally had promised me that she would do anything I wanted her to in return for me posing for the women. I am not quite sure how that happened, either. She had told me the idea of me sitting there naked while the women looked at me was exciting beyond belief for her. I guess it was, too, because for several days after that she was all over me and wanted to talk about it. Sally was usually all over me anyway, it just became more intense for a few days. I guess the truth is that meeting someone, screwing in two hours and ending up married to them in 10 days means you really don't have a clue about them. So I found out Sally was not only a closet voyeur, she also had a small domination streak in her. I guess that is what it is, I thought I understood that but I guess I am just not sure. That part wasn't too bad, it came out in fun ways. She would reach for my dick, peekaboo at me teasing me with no mercy, more than once she would tug me along to the bedroom holding my cock like I was a toy on a string. Not exactly domination, it was more like she liked to have control over me sometimes. So manipulating me into posing nude for the little old ladies was just one of her ways to be in charge. I didn't figure that part out by myself, I did it using Google. I found out what "CFNM" meant, the truth is I had never heard of it before. Clothed Female, Nude Male is what that is, some kind of fetish some folks have. Mostly women I guess, they like to get men into a situation where they are humiliated. That didn't make much sense to me, most of the guys I knew would wave their dick at a statue if it was of a female. Anyway, I thought I had this all figured out, hell, I could teach myself to do brain surgery on Google. I was thinking that I understood her, which was great. A little bit kinky, some fetishes inside my woman? I could deal with that. Besides, Sally took such good care of me I had nothing at all to complain about. She rubbed my feet, she rubbed my back, she cooked wonderfully, the house was always spotless, if I wanted a beer it was like all I had to do was think about it and here she would be, standing there holding a cold can. Sally even made me some shirts, think about that one. A wife that actually makes shirts, and better ones than I could ever buy? The one worry I had was what to do about our friend Martha. Bad enough she had seen me naked, worse was she had her hands on my dick, even worse she got me off with almost no real effort. Hell, no way could I ever face her again. Then one afternoon I came home from work, my back hurt and my feet hurt. I walked in and there sat Sally and Martha at the kitchen table. I know that I turned bright red, Sally jumped up and ran in to kiss me like she always does. "June's painting of you won first place!" She told me. "Painting? First place in what?" "The painting contest." "What contest?" I had a sinking feeling. "The adult figure studies class, they enter them statewide, and June won!" Hell, she was almost clapping her hands in glee. "Come on, there are pictures of all the entries in the book." Sally reached out and grabbed my hand, tugged me towards the kitchen. Towards the kitchen, where...Martha sat. I didn't want to be anywhere near Martha, to be honest. "Hi, Danny! Nice to see you." She gave me a big grin. I found myself more or less deposited in one of the chairs, a book shoved at me. I looked down, at the top of the page was a photo of a painting. It was of me, a pretty good likeness, naked as a jaybird with my dick sticking up at half mast. It was titled. I looked at the line at the bottom, it read, "Oh Danny Boy." "Oh my God!" I turned really bright red at that. "Oh don't worry, nobody knows it's you, besides, it is beautiful." Sally smiled at me. "They let them put pictures like that in a magazine?" I asked. Hell, that was my dick and it wasn't soft, it was sticking up! "Oh, sure, it's adults only anyway." Sally said. "June won $200 for it." Martha cut in. I would have given her the damn $200 to not show it to anybody, the damned painting looked just like me. I looked closer. I did notice my cock seemed pretty large in the painting, it curved slightly towards the end. Exactly like mine does. I sighed, got up and went into the living room. I could hear them in there, yapping away. "It's perfect, the way it curves upwards and then forward." Martha was saying. "Yes, Danny has such a pretty cock, plus he is so well built, the entire painting balances out." "I will bet that he can rub those nice spots inside perfectly, huh?" Then there was a bunch of giggles. "Oh, God yes. He is like a hunk of steel!" Sally said. "It was nice of you to loan him to us, honey." "Sure, any time. I am really proud of my guy, and this makes me remember back in school." "Oh, the classes you told me about? Me, too. It's so exciting, I wish I was 25 again..." Sally and Martha were sitting in my kitchen discussing my cock? Sally said something I didn't quite get. "...splashed some right on my face!" Martha said. More giggles. Good lord. Women, the things they talk about. I wanted to go in there and tear up the book, yell at them but Sally and I had never yelled at each other, not one time. Instead, I went out into the garage, I couldn't listen to any more of that. Everyone on the planet was going to see that painting, and laugh at me. Sally wasn't even upset that Martha did that, hell, she was my wife, she was supposed to be upset? Martha was mercifully gone when I came back in. "Where did you run off to, honey?" Sally asked. "Oh, just working in the garage." She looked at me oddly, it had been so long since I actually had been in the garage it was a wonder I could get the door open. "You are upset, aren't you?" "Yea, a little." "It looks like a lot, honey." Her expression changed to a sad one. "Well. I have never been much of a guy to...I never did anything like that, I just worry someone will say something." "Oh. I see. I am sorry, I won't..we won't do anything like that to you again. I didn't even think, I am sorry it upsets you." "It doesn't really upset me unless..you know, someone finds out." I said. "I don't think anyone will, it's just a painting anyway." "It has my name on it." "You aren't the only Danny on the planet, sir!" She grinned at me. "Why aren't you pissed off about....? "I don't mind, that is nothing. It really isn't. It's not like you were cheating on me with some other woman. In fact, it's kind of..exciting?" I thought about that, I guess maybe it was true that it really was nothing. Then Sally hugged me, her soft breasts pressed against me. I felt the beginnings of a usual reaction to her doing that, we ended up with a great session of make up sex. "I really was bad, wasn't I?" Sally told me as she snuggled up against me afterwards. "Yep, you were a real little bitch. But it's OK. I am not bashful." "Liar." She snickered. "Am not." "Are too!" "Hey, why should I be? I have this wonderful appendage, it is beautiful the way it curves up and out!" I reached down and grabbed my limp dick and flopped it back and forth. Then I hopped up on top of her and started smacking her titties with it. "You are gettin yuk all over me!" She squealed. "Yep, on you and in you and everywhere I can think of!" I told her, rubbing it on her hair as she squirmed around trying to stop me. "Plus you still owe me one!" Sally looked up at me and blushed, then her eyes narrowed slightly. "What are you going to make me do?" "It's going to be a big surprise!" I grinned. I slid up on top of her, my poor dick was as limp as it could get, so I spread her open and used my fingers to stuff it inside her. "Looks like we need a splint of something!" She laughed, as I wrapped my legs around the outside of hers so I could try and stay in place. That didn't work very good. I noticed that when I mentioned to Sally that I was going to make her do something, she flushed every time but looked excited also. I was thinking she had a little tendency towards domination, but I realized there was something else. My mind flashed back to what she had done to tease me in that store the very first time. Exhibitionist? Interesting. It was time to go Google some more. That was probably it, she was one of those kinky closet domination type exhibitionists for sure. Probably into S & M, too. Yep, no doubt about it! I smacked her on her ass with my hand. "Ow! What the fuck?" She jumped up, rubbing her butt. "What the fuck did you do that for, that hurt like hell!" "I'm sorry, I just thought maybe you liked S & M?" "S and what? No! Damn it, that hurt." It was a week later, I bet I had read 150 stories on Literotica. Most of them were way too kinky, I was trying to get some ideas since I didn't have a clue of what to make her do. That of course was if I ever made her do anything at all. I hit on one that I thought might be innocent enough. It was about going to a shoe store, buying a pair. Let the cute clerk have a peek. If we didn't know the guy, we could probably do something like that. It was was probably dumb, but I couldn't go driving around with her naked in the car, sure as hell we would get stopped by cops. I thought of trying something at a gas station but all of them I ever saw had clerks inside little glass cages, nobody washes windows any more. Up or down stairs, escalators? Yea, sure as hell some jerk would be either bugging us or something, no way to get away. I could maybe invite a bunch of guys over, make Sally do a strip tease? But no way in hell did I want anyone I knew to see her, so that was out. I even thought about strangers, the internet. That one I discounted instantly, you never knew what was going to show up. Maybe go through with the tattoo threat? Then I had a vision of some huge biker dude with his hands on Sally's bare pussy, that would just piss me off, then I would get beaten up while the whole gang raped her. Yep, shoe store. That was it, and it sounded by far the safest. "Hey want to go buy some shoes?" I asked Sally the next Saturday. "Sure, what kind do you want? I know you wear an eleven wide, do you need dress or for work?" She turned and headed for the closet. "I just bought that pair last month, if something is wrong I will just take them..." "Not for me, for you." I grinned at her. "For me? I have several nice pairs, I don't need.... Oh." Her eyes widened. I grinned even wider. "I see, you want me to show some clerk my panties, right?" "Who said anything about panties?" I actually had figured on her wearing some sexy panties, but she was taking it far too easily. Her eyes widened at that. "Oh. Oh, my. I don't think...." She blushed furiously. "You promised!" "Yes, I guess I did. Oh my God! OK. All right, where do you want to go?" Suddenly she was smiling again. I hadn't thought about that part, I hadn't been in a shoe store for years. "Uhh...You pick one." I said. "Well thought out here, I see." She laughed at me. "OK, let's go to Harrison's, they have the best selection and I could use some heels." "What do you need heels for?" Sally never wore heels, not that I knew of anyway. "For when we go dancing." She smiled. Dancing? How did we get from shoe shopping to dancing? "I...uhhh." "The shoes are for my new dress." "What new dress?" "The one I am going to buy. To go dancing in!" Then she turned and went into the bedroom, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell had just happened. Oh the Games People Play Now Ch. 02 Sally was back in less than 5 minutes. That is another thing I love about her, she doesn't mess around getting dressed like other women do. She had on her pretty soft yellow blouse with matching skirt. I could make out her sports bra beneath it. The skirt came halfway down her thighs. She even had a purse that matched, she really did look nice. I would have bet anything that it was the outfit that she would choose. "Let's go!" She said, grabbing my hand. As we went down the walkway, I asked her. "What do you have on underneath that?" She stopped and turned, took on that pose the girl in a pantihose commercial on TV did. "Nuttin', honey!" She grinned. Oh, man! I already had second thoughts when we pulled into the parking lot, what if someone threw a fit, what if we ran into someone we knew? But I didn't say anything. Sally was out of the car almost before I got the engine shut off. She grabbed my hand again and we headed for the store. "Don't you need the dress before you pick out any shoes?" I tried to stall, still not sure of what we were getting ourselves into. This was all something that I had never done, or even considered. I was right on the edge of chickening out. "I already know which dress I want, besides, it is black." "Oh." This was all supposed to be a tease, maybe embarrass Sally a little bit and call it good. How we ended up buying shoes and going dress shopping I didn't know. And...Dancing? Sally walked over and was looking at some medium heels, she picked up one of the samples. "This one!" She held it up for me to look at like I had some kind of clue. "Can I help you folks?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned to look, a vision stood there smiling. She looked to be in her early 20's with reddish hair, perfect makeup, slender and just..beautiful. She had a little nametag that said her name was Sara. She was wearing a one piece outfit that was blue, it looked a bit like a nurse's smock. "Oh, Hi, Sally!" The woman said. Then she looked at me. "Hi Sara! May I try these on?" Sally gave me a sidelong grin. I looked them back and forth. Yea, sure, I really had things under control here, I thought. "Sure, what size?" Sally gave her the size, six I think, Sara was back in a few seconds with a box. Sally sat down, stuck her foot on the little footstool. The girl slipped off her flats and put the black shoes on. They had buckles that came up around the heel. Sally looked at it, shifted and put her other foot up. Sara was intent on putting on the shoe when she glanced up at Sally's knees. She broke into a grin, looked over at me and then back. Sally stood up, walked around in them for a few moments. "I think I need it in a half size?" She asked. Sara nodded, went into the back again. Sally reached down and gently tugged the hem of her skirt up a bit higher. "Hey, that's a girl!" I whispered to her. "What difference does it make? You didn't specify anything, you just said go shoe shopping and no panties. Well, here I am!" she smiled at my discomfort. Nothing was going the way I planned it. Sara came back with another box, she scooted a bit closer. This time she kept glancing up at Sally's legs as she tied the shoe. I saw Sally open her legs wider, then Sara was fastening the 2nd one, still glancing up Sally's dress. She had her shoulders hunched forward, the front of her smock fell away and I could see almost all the way to her nipples. There sure as hell was no bra under there, just two perfect little cones. Sara glanced up at me and caught me, she smiled sweetly but made no move to cover up. I felt my face flush. Sally got up and walked around a little bit. "OK, I will take these. Will you box them back up please?" She sat down and stuck out her foot. This time Sara took her foot and carefully placed it on the outer edge of the step stool. Then she leaned farther forward than before, reaching back to trip the catch. I saw her eyes go directly to Sally's crotch as almost at the same instant her smock gapped open even further. There in plain view was a perfect pink tipped breast, a line across just above it, with lighter skin than above. I couldn't help but to look. Sara repeated the same thing with the other shoe, this time turning her body my way giving me an even better view. I saw a small telltale shudder go through her. She looked up at Sally who was now grinning ear to ear. "You guys are fun!" She whispered to Sally. Then she glanced up at me standing there, next her eyes fell to my crotch. I was about half hard by this time, I knew that was going to be obvious. Sara licked her lips, got up with what seemed to be reluctance. We paid for the shoes and left. "So where do you know that girl from?" I asked her. "Just from the store, I shop there sometimes. I bought your last pair of work boots from her." "Oh. Well, she seemed sorta..naughty?" "No shit. I have noticed that, too. I saw you get a free peek." "Cute little things!" I laughed. In the car Sally opened the box to take another look, picked up a piece of paper and started laughing. "What's that?" "Sara gave us her phone number!" "Really? No way. Let me see!" "No. Asshole!" Sally said. "I think she liked you better than me anyway." I told her. "I am not so sure of that, but it was fun." Sally scooted over next to me and began to rub me through my pants. "Keep that up and we won't get to the dress shop, besides, I just figured out that you are a lesbian." "I'm not, really. But with that girl it wouldn't be so bad." I looked at her in surprise. Now what the hell? Sally said, not...really? So Sally was a closet exhibitionist, dominatrix, lesbian that wasn't into sadism? At least I didn't think so, she acted really pissed off when I smacked her on the ass. I was thinking I better not try that again. I sighed. Fucking Google, those assholes don't know anything about women. Picking up the dress was uneventful, but it was obvious from the looks of her dress that I was going to need some nicer clothes. From the looks of it, one heck of a lot of Sally was going to stick out of it. I could hardly wait. I loaded the bag in the trunk, came around and held the door for her. Usually I didn't but it figured it would be fun watching her climb in. Still no panties. She didn't disappoint me one bit. I climbed in as she scooted over next to me, reaching down to buckle up the center seat belt. That was also spectacular, the seat belt tugged her skirt up and she didn't bother to pull it back down. "Maybe we should buy me some new slacks and a shirt? Then we can go back and get me some shoes...that....uhh....match!" I joked. "Grrrrrr." She growled at me, and nipped me on my nipple through my shirt. "Oh, ow." I purred. Sally snickered, then she was purring herself as I reached down and started mauling her fat pussy lips as she sat beside me, her legs carelessly open. This was one handful of woman I had here. I was getting fussed up, that girl had deliberately let me see her naked titties. But then Sally had no undies on and Sara seemed to be getting off on that, too? Interesting stuff, and I was getting the idea of maybe hosing Sally right there in the parking lot. Man, would that be kinky. Just then a couple walked by the car and I think they got a peek by accident. "Well, I never!" I overheard the woman say as they went by. We both busted up laughing, it seemed that we were always laughing. Our lives were so much fun. I finally started the car. "Hey, you still owe me, you had way too much fun with this one!" I told her. "No way, I did exactly what you said to do." "That's not fair." I protested. "I will make you a deal, Danny. I will do something else if you want me too, but only if you give me a promise back!" She leaned her head on my shoulder, her right hand stroking my chest. Then she looked around, reached down and undid my zipper as we pulled out of the parking lot. Make her a promise? Man, was I going to need to really think hard about that one. Oh the Games People Play Now Martha looked just like Martha always did. I sat down in the chair, looked at them. They sat there looking back at me, smiles of expectation on their faces. So I tugged my pullover top off, tossed it onto the floor. Martha went over and picked it up, folded it carefully and set in on the back of the couch which I thought was hilarious. I stood up and kicked off my shoes, tugged down my socks. "Anything you want." Sally had said, and promised. Man was I going to make her pay for this! I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor, I had worn no underwear, once I had decided, there was no point. My cock was partly betraying me, it was at half mast but soon returned to it's normal state. "Oh, goodie!" June exclaimed, she actually clapped her hands together. Caroline had her mouth open, I expected her to start drooling. Martha walked over and picked up my pants and socks, staring directly at my cock. She folded those and put them on the back of the couch, too. I almost stepped back when she got close, for a moment I thought she was going to try and blow me or something but she didn't. My face was bright red. "Well, let's start working, girls." Martha said, sitting down and picking up a brush. I sat down in the chair, resumed the same pose. The way I was sitting kept my dick down out of sight, although I knew they could see my pubic hair. This wasn't so bad, I decided. Then Caroline got up and walked around in front, leaned down and looked closely at me. She went back to her painting and worked some more. A couple of minutes later, June did the same thing. "Say, Danny? Can you maybe...get that a little bit harder? It's not easy to draw what we can't see." Martha smiled sweetly at me. Both June and Caroline giggled. Hell, they were acting like schoolgirls. "Uhhh. There ain't any switch on it that I know of." I wisecracked. They all laughed at that. "Maybe I can help?" Caroline stood up and tugged down her top, revealing what looked like two muskmelons with brown spots on the front. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. Then June lifted her top, she had no bra on, her tiny little tits were capped with small black buttons. I looked back and forth at them, not really knowing what to say or do now. Good grief, now I had two of them exposing their tits at me trying to get me to stiffen up. So they could draw it. Yea, sure. "I know what will work!" Martha said. She got up and came over beside me, kneeled down and grabbed my cock. I almost came off the chair but she pushed me back. "Hold still!" She ordered, then she began to pump me with her hands. There was no way to stop myself, I sprang right up to my full 8 inches. I was looking at June and Caroline who both still had their boobs out in view when I felt something damp. I looked down and Martha was still yanking away at me, and I was starting to get some pre cum out of the end of my dick. "Martha? I think maybe you had better....." I managed. She leaned back and grinned, her hand still busy. I went off into space. "OOPS!" Martha giggled, but she didn't let go. "Wow!" June muttered. Caroline still stood there like one of those women on "Girls gone wild" with her two huge tits out in space. "Sorry." I managed to mumble. "Oh, that's OK. That was fun!" Martha said. She gave me a couple of extra pumps, grabbed a small towel from somewhere and wiped me up quickly. The sensation of the rough towel got me to stick up a little bit, so she went back to her chair. I shook my head to clear it, then I looked over to see the three of them were busy drawing again. I was thinking that what had just happened was not exactly what Sally had intended. It wasn't much longer, they finished up and I got dressed. "Thank you, Danny!" Martha told me. She had a platter of those chocolate chip cookies in her hands again. I looked at the three of them. They were grinning at me. I beat a retreat, these were three nasty old ladies for sure. Sally was waiting for me when I got home. "So how did it go?" She asked, the moment I walked in the door. "Oh, fine. Do we have any milk?" I asked, through a mouthful of cookie. She was back in seconds with a foamy glass. "So how did it go?" She asked again. "Fine, just fine. They looked at my dick, painted some, then looked at it some more." I took another bite of cookie. "Oh. Well, did you...get hard?" "Oh, sure. You know me, it doesn't take much." I laughed. Sally grinned at that. "Wow, you really did it, didn't you? I wish I could have been there." "Hell, you could have if you wanted to. Then maybe you could have helped make it stand up instead of Martha." "What? Martha? She didn't..." She blinked at me. "Oh yes she did. She was trying to make it hard and I couldn't help it and made a mess! Hell, it's a wonder I didn't get fucking raped!" Sally just looked at me and then she started laughing, she wasn't even upset. "That is funny as hell, I can just imagine that old lady...." She giggled. This sure was a different type of woman I had here, for sure. First she sends me down to pose nude for a stupid so called art class, I end up getting whacked off by a little old lady and she thinks it's funny? "Boy do I have plans for you." I smiled. "What kind of plans?" She grinned. "It's going to be a surprise." I told her. "Tell me!" She looked like she was about to throw a fit, stamp her feet. I took another bite of the cookie, dipped it again, then slowly ate some more. Sally had her hands on her hips, but her face was flushed and she had a smile on her face. "OK. That tattoo you have? On your fanny?" "What about it?" "Where did you get it?" "In college, one of the girls in our dorm was studying doing skin designs, she did it for me, why?" "I think you need another one." I calmly took another bite off my cookie. Realization hit her. "Oh. Where?" "You know where. On the other side." "Oh. I don't think..." "You promised." "Yea. I guess I did." "We will have some cute guy do this one." I grinned at her. She actually blushed. "Maybe make a movie." I grinned. She just looked at me, her face was flushed now. "Then show it on the internet!" I took another bite, smiled at her. "Oh, God." She said. Would I make her do that? Probably not, since I wouldn't like the idea of anyone seeing her nude or touching her at all. But it was fun to tease her about. She sat down on the floor, started dutifully rubbing my feet. She was cheating this time, because she didn't have any panties on at all. I forgot about the cookies. Later, we lay there in the middle of the living room curled up in each other's arms. She acted like she was trying to get even closer to me, she was mashed up tightly, her left hand idly playing with my limp dick. "Hey, one of these times I will get you to promise." She grinned. "Oh? Then what happens?" I asked. "You just might end up with a tattoo of Goofy on the end of your pecker!" We both roared at that, it was funny as hell. I was thinking I had better be very careful about making any bets or promises with this gal! "You know I won't make you get a tattoo." I told her. "I know." "But you ARE going to do something, I just don't know what yet." Sally just laughed, snuggled up even closer.