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Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 01

By: curious2c



My wife Ann and I have been married for more than twelve years. We married at a young age, but we were both ready to be together. Our love has been very deep and up until a few months ago, I thought that things were great between us.

After I got out of college, I found a job for a year and then moved onto a better one. After ten years with the firm I work for now, I have moved up into the upper management and financially doing far better than ever before. I have earned every penny of it too.

Over the first three years we had two kids. A boy and a girl, both the apples of my eye. Ann had been staying at home until about eight years ago. She decided to go back to school and get her degree. 

I supported her in her dreams and after five long hard years of going to school year ‘round she got her MBA and then went out and found a job. Since my job had been taking care of us so well, we decided to put her salary into an investment account and live on mine.

Her job was interesting to her and even though our sex life suffered a bit we were still deeply in love with each other. We rarely had arguments, usually just little tiffs over stupid things that in the long run didn't matter. All in all we had what I thought was a great marriage.

Then, about a year ago Ann got promoted to a position that would require her to travel quite a bit. Since it was a step upwards and she was in favor with upper management, I swallowed my pride and said little to discourage her taking the new promotion.

I was worried that we wouldn't see each other much at all now, but I wanted her to succeed in her job so I supported her as she had supported me for so long. At first her travels stayed within the business week, less than two days and she would be home on the weekends without fail.

Our sex life suffered more with this travel as I had thought it would, but I was mostly upset that she was losing time with our kids that could not be recovered. We had talked about it and at one time she was almost to the point of quitting and just staying at home again to be with them. 

We live in a nice home in the suburbs and the only time we had to go into the city was to go to the airport so she could catch her flights. Not a long drive, but long enough that she didn't want to leave her car at the long term parking area. I would drop her off at the airport, usually early so I wouldn't be late for work, then she would wait for her plane.

I had noticed that our sex had lost some of its intensity over the last few years. It troubled me, and I think Ann too. Some of the passion we had early on was gone and it seemed a bit mechanical. I tried to spice things up, small thing's like having romantic dinner ready for her when she got home, taking the kids to either of our parents and leaving them for the night while we went out. It seemed to help quite a bit but then after a while that stopped too. Mostly due to our jobs and the hectic schedules we had. 

Our sex life continued to dwindle and soon we rarely had sex more than once a month. When we did, it was like Ann was just doing it to please me rather than enjoying it with me. It hurt me to think that she was so bored in our marriage that she would act this way.

I brought it up one night and she blew up. I was shocked at how angry she got at me. It was like a whole different person had materialized in front of me and I was stunned at her rage. I slept on the couch that night (for the first time ever) and in the morning I got the kids and took them to the sitter without talking to her at all. 

All that day at work I fretted about her anger toward me and wondered what had brought it all on. I am afraid that her anger and our fight came to work with me and I was less than nice to several co-workers. I felt bad after that long day and didn't know what I could do to make it up to my co-workers. They hadn't deserved to be treated like I had because of my personal problems.

When I got home, it was to an empty house. I ran over and got the kids wondering why Ann hadn't done it. Usually I would drop them off and she would pick them up. Today she hadn't even called to let me know the she wasn't going to be able to. 

After ranting to myself as I drove to get the kids I then got worried. Why hadn't Ann been able to get the kids anyway? Why no calls to me, or even a message left with my assistant? What was going on with my wife? 

After feeding the kids and playing with them for a while I put them to bed. No Ann. I waited up until midnight, but to no avail. I went to bed quite troubled and upset. I was pissed off and also afraid that she may have been hurt and I didn't know about it.

The next morning, after getting the kids ready and talking them into eating their breakfasts, I saw the answering machine light blinking. As the kids stood by, I heard Ann's voice telling me that something had come up and she had to go to Chicago on an emergency.

I looked at our kids and wondered what had been such an emergency that she hadn't been able to call me at work or on my cell phone yesterday? I bundled the kids off to the sitter and went into work. As I sat in my office I found myself wondering if our marriage was about to breakup. I didn't have a good feeling at that moment.

Later that morning I got a call from her. She was all apologetic and sounded like she had been crying. I listened to her and my heart was pounding. I felt that there was something she wasn't telling me, but I was too afraid to ask her for fear she would go off on me like the other night.

She asked me if I could get the kids from the sitters as she wouldn't be home until late tonight. Ann was acting strange as she talked to me too. It was like she had rehearsed what she was going to say to me. Stiff and disjointed not smooth like she was just talking or having a normal conversation.

After her call I was more worried than ever before. It suddenly occurred to me that my marriage may already be lost, that I was too late to prevent us from breaking up. I felt a chill course through me as that thought hit me hard. Had I lost Ann? Was it too late for us? Most important, why, why was she acting the way she was?

All I knew was that I loved my wife with my whole being. She had my soul and heart. I couldn't imagine a life without her. What about our kids? Would they become those kids who saw one parent this week and the other on the weekend? I was scared now. I felt like I was losing my life.

That night as I drove the kids home, I noticed that I had a message on my cell phone. How I had missed it I didn't know, but I had. It was from Ann. She wanted me to take the kids to her parent's house for the night and she would explain when she got home. 

My thoughts were mixed as I drove the kids to my mother's. Getting there she greeted me as she usually did, with a hug and kiss on the cheek. She held me by my shoulders. She pushed me back to look deep into my eyes.

"Is there a problem between you and Ann, Patrick? Something I can help you with? She called earlier and didn't sound very happy at all."

"I don't know mom. (I had been calling her mom since being married to Ann years ago.) Ann has been acting strange the last few months. I don't know what's going on with her. I will say that I am worried about her and as a matter of fact, our marriage too."

"Why don't you just leave the kids here overnight? It's Friday and the weekend. They can stay here until Sunday night. Might give you and Ann time enough to work this all out?"

"Thanks mom. I appreciate that. I think that is a good idea. I wish I knew what was going on though. All I know is her job has seemingly taken over her life, almost totally away from us."

I went home with a heavy heart. If her mom could see something was wrong then Ann must have told her more than she had told me, or at least something she hadn't told me yet. I got home and was just sitting down with a drink when Ann came in. 

She stood in front of me tears running down her face. I sat there, not knowing what to do. I finally stood up and held out my arms to her, hoping that was the right thing to do. I was unsure since the person in front of me was almost a total stranger to me now.

                                   She fell into my arms and sobbed on my shoulder, her whole body shaking as she cried. I stood there holding her, fearing the worst and not knowing what to do in this situation at all. We had never had a fight like the other night, and that hadn't been a fight more than it had been an attack.

She finally got her crying under control and stepped back. 

"I'm so sorry Patrick. I have behaved badly toward you and you did nothing to deserve it. I...I...We...oh God...I'm so sorry. I love you too much to have done this to you. Can you ever forgive me?"

I was a bit shocked. Her crying with her words had thrown me off and I didn't know what to say. Her arms were around me and she had spoken with her head away from me as it lay on my shoulder. I finally stumbled out a response to her pained question.

"Ann, I love you. I love you so much that I don't know what I would do without you. I just don't understand what has been going on with you lately. I forgive you, but you need to level with me and tell me what is going on in your life that you haven't been telling me about."

With my words her crying began again. This time she broke from me and then faced away. Her back shook as she silently wept. I was very concerned now. Something was very wrong with her and I had no clue as to what it was.

She turned back to me and got herself back under control. With a bit of effort she calmed down and then she began to tell me her problem. In some ways I felt that she was not telling me exactly the full story, that she was dressing it up by leaving out much more than I wanted or needed to know.

"My job has been getting harder and harder to handle. There are other companies competing for contracts that we need. Contracts that we desperately need. I have been stressed far more than ever before. I guess that I let my job take precedence with my life over you and the kid's Patrick. Instead of talking to my boss, getting more help, or handling it some other way, I took it out on you, and in many ways, the kids too."

"Ann, you could quit. We don't need the money and you could find another job if you wanted. I am worried that we are headed for a divorce here. I love you too much, and the kids...what will it take to fix all of this? Ann, I don't want to lose you. Surely your job isn't that important."

"I'm sorry Patrick. They need me at work since several contracts are in process yet. I couldn't quit on them at this time, it would mean several hundred jobs if we don't get those contracts. I couldn't have those people on my mind like that It's been hell lately at work. I think the worst is over though and if it doesn't get better soon I will quit. I'm tired and think that maybe a vacation is in order. Just you and I. ."

                                  "Ok. You want to take a vacation, just you and I or all of us together? We can do that. It may help you relax, and I know that we could use the time together right now. When do you want to take it?"

"I should have the contracts by next week. I may have to be gone for the whole week though...maybe into the weekend. I ‘m not sure. Sam, my boss said that if I got these contracts I could have a few weeks off. Could you get vacation for the week after next? Can you do it that fast?"

"I might be able to. I'll try. Are you going to be all right Ann? I am worried about you. You've been acting so strange lately. I don't want to lose you for any reason...and your health is a concern with me too."

"I'll be ok Patrick. Knowing that you and I will be together on vacation soon will help me. I need the time off. I guess I didn't realize how stressed I had been getting."

Hugging me, we kissed. The next thing I knew, Ann was acting like a tigress on the hunt. She stripped off my clothes right there in the living room and went to her knees. Her hot lips and tongue were soon all over my cock as she gave me the best oral sex I had ever had. 

She was acting so hot and sexy I couldn't help myself and before I could even warn her, I shot my load into her mouth. My next surprise was that she didn't pull away and glare at me like she had in the past. She had been mad at me for cumming in her mouth since she didn't like the taste of cum. This time, she just held me deep in her mouth and let me fill her up. Then, she pulled away and swallowed my load, returning to lick and suck me clean again.

I was stunned and so turned on by this that my erection never went away. She kept sucking me and had me close again after about a half hour. She stood up and stripped in front of me, her still hot body showing her muscle tone. Her cantaloupe sized breasts with hard little nipples swaying slightly as she moved to step out of her dress that puddled on the floor. 

Taking my hand she led me to our bedroom and pushed me onto our bed. Then she went between my legs and began to suck me yet some more. I was still stunned by her actions. She had never acted like this before. I had never shot in her mouth like I had, and watch her as she swallowed it like honey before either.

Her mouth was hot and wet as she worked more and more of my cock into her, soon I felt her lips on the base of my cock. She had just taken all of me in her mouth. This was new. Before a few inches was the most I could have hoped for, now she had just swallowed my whole cock. 

She moved up to straddle me before I came again and as she lowered her pussy over my throbbing cock she looked into my eyes. 

"I love you Patrick. I love you with my whole heart, and soul."

Then she just began to fuck me like never before. Her actions were those of a woman in heat and in desperate need. I sat there as she bounced on my shaft, kissing me all over wherever she could as she fucked me hard and fast.

Just as I began to cum she orgasmed hard. Her orgasm caused me to shoot off into her pussy. Afterward, holding each other, I asked her about her oral ‘gift' to me.

"Um, not to look sound dumb or anything...but you let me cum in your mouth and you swallowed it. Why? In the past..."

"In the past Patrick, I hadn't because I didn't know certain things. A friend at work convinced me about some things that I hadn't known before and she also told me that you would love some certain acts. Since we haven't exactly been having the best sex lately, I figured that I needed to do something. After all, you have tried different things for me, trying to get me interested again so it was only fair. Actually, I kind of like the taste of your cum. You don't think I am a slut or anything do you?"

"No, I don't. It just...surprised me quite a bit. Having never cum in you mouth and you liking it before. That, and your taking my all the way like you did. How did you learn to do that?"

Blushing red Ann looked away for a bit. Then, after a few seconds she shyly turned back to me. I could see that whatever she was about to tell me embarrassed her or caused her to have a difficult time in telling me.

"Banana. She showed me with banana's. I feel so slutty. She had me practice with banana's. I can take a big banana all the way into my throat now, and not leave a mark on it. Just my saliva. Joan is a good teacher. She told me a lot and I can't wait to show you. You aren't mad at me, are you? I mean, my acting this way...its not the way most wives act you know. Do you think I'm a slut now?"

"No, if anything you are even more sexy than ever before Ann. I owe your friend a lot for this change in you. Are you ok with this? You know that I wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to. I love you just the same. You know that don't you?"

"I want to do this for you. For us really. I want to be your sexy wanton woman Patrick. I really do."

"Well then, come on over here sexy thing you...I have something for ya."

I had another erection and as I pulled the sheet away from me Ann giggled and slipped up to straddle me. Her breasts were in my face as she began to rub her whole body over mine. Soon I was being treated to another world-class blowjob. This time, as Ann took me into her throat, I pulled on her legs and got her pussy over my face. 

                                   As she took me in deep, I began to lick and suck on her pussy. Even though I had just cum in her a bit ago, I was so turned on I just had to taste and suck her pussy. Her reaction was unexpected. She began to grind her pussy down on my face hard as she sucked me.

Before, when I had gone down on her, she would be reluctant, until I got her real worked up, then she would hold my head as I licked her to orgasm. She had never let me maneuver her to straddle my face and let me lick her like this.

I was in heaven as I ate her out and she sucked me. Pretty soon I could feel her tensing up in a prelude to orgasm. I began to suck on her clit gently as she really began to work my cock over. Just as I started to cum, she buried her face in my crotch and swallowed my whole load down her throat. 

My mind was overblown by this and I laid there shooting down my wife's throat, as her pussy rubbed around my nose and face. After I came and got my mind back I began to concentrate on her. 

My tongue was all over and soon I could feel Ann building up. I slipped two fingers into her hot pussy and began to stroke them in and out of her. I was licking around where my fingers entered her and without much thought about it, I began to lick her little tight rosebud. This caused her to shudder and shake and the more I licked her asshole the more she shook. 

As she began to orgasm I slipped my tongue into her ass as deeply as I could. The taste was not bad, while not exactly what I expected, but I enjoyed her reactions to what I was doing. I could feel her pussy muscles grasping my fingers as she came about as hard as I had ever seen her cum before.

It took Ann quite a while to come down from her orgasm. I had just given her the best one I ever had. It was easy to for me to see. Her body shook and shuddered for quite a bit afterward as I held her on me. Her face was by my cock yet and her hot breath stirred me back to life.

As my cock began to grow hard again, Ann slipped off of me and staying on all fours she begged me to fuck her hard. I knelt behind her and slipped my hard shaft into her clasping pussy. Her moans became louder as I began to stroke in and out.

Suddenly she stopped me with a hand on my hip.

"Patrick...fuck my...fuck me...my...put your cock in my ass...I want to feel you in my ass Patrick."

I was stunned. We had never tried anal sex before and here was my wife of all these years now almost begging me to fuck her there. I was unsure as to how to proceed. I didn't want to hurt her, but I did want to try this.

Ann took my concern out of my hands by grabbing my cock and placing it at the entrance of her tight little hole. She then began to press back against me, forcing my cock to enter her. I just knelt there unbelievingly watching as my cock was swallowed up by her hot tightness.

After quite a few small moves, I was soon buried in my wife's asshole. A first for me and I was sure, for her. I held still, as did she until she relaxed quite a bit. I reached around to grasp her breasts as she began to work back and forth.

After a bit I had to put my hands on her hips for balance. Ann was thrusting back and forth on my hard shaft fucking me harder than ever. Her ass swallowed me fully on each thrust and the tightness soon had me building up into an orgasm. I felt her hand underneath, brushing my balls as I shot into her ass.

Her fingers worked her clit as I came and she quickly followed in orgasm. After I came, I tried to stay upright, not wanting to fall on her, but it was hard for me to stay that way, so I pulled out and rolled to my back, relishing our first anal sex ever. I fell asleep thinking how wonderful this had been.


Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 01



I was stirred to life in the wee hours of the morning by soft light feelings of stroking on my cock. Looking down I saw Ann licking my cock, from bottom to top, then as she saw me looking at her, she opened her mouth, eyes on mine and took me fully into her mouth and down her throat.

Stunned, I could only watch as the love of my life performed an act that I had never dreamed of. I mean, I hadn't cleaned up from last nights anal sex yet and I knew that Ann knew this too. She was looking into my eyes with intent and knowledge of what she was doing. When I tried to push her off, telling her that I was still unclean there she just pushed my hand back and continued. She had a look of some deep emotion as she sucked and licked me until I came in her mouth.

"That was to show you that you mean more to me than anything in the world Patrick. I know that you hadn't cleaned up from our sex last night. I wanted to show you how much I do love you. I would do anything for you Patrick. Anything."

"But you didn't have to do that Ann. I know that you love me. You had nothing to prove. My God Ann, what has gotten into you?"

"Didn't you like what I did? Do you think that just anyone would do that for their lover? Can you see how much I love you now?"

"But I have always known that you loved me Ann. You didn't have to prove anything to me. You have gone way beyond anything that I ever thought you would or could for that matter. Why now? Why the new stuff too?"

"Look Patrick. Things have been strained between us for quite a while. My job, your job, no time together, the sex dropping to almost nothing. We have both been drawn apart. I felt that I needed to show you how much I do still love you. Can't you see that I didn't mind letting you cum in my mouth? That I even liked it? Joan told me what I needed to try and see what you liked. You like it all didn't you? I don't want to lose you, Patrick, you mean too much to me."

"Well, I just don't want you to think that I require or would demand you do these things for me Ann. I love you no matter what. It was very special though. Matter of fact, last night and this morning was great. Probably the best sex we have ever had. Thank you."

"No, thank you Patrick. Many husbands would have left their wives after a lot less over the last few months. You have stuck by me and supported me always. I am so lucky to have you for a husband."

"Then I guess we are just two of the luckiest people around then, aren't we, Ann?"

That whole day ended up being us fucking wherever and whenever either of us felt like it. It was like a light had been turned on and we were both basking in the energies of it's shining. We hadn't acted like this for years, well to be truthful, ever before. I like it.

Ann even initiated anal sex twice more too. I left that up to her since I knew that she was really going out of her way for me. I loved it all, but didn't want to appear to be pushy for everything and cause her to end up not liking it.

On Sunday we were glowing in happiness so much that our kids and her parents could see it. Her dad mentioned it to me. He was happy that whatever had been bothering us seemed to have gone away and been settled. On Monday Ann was a bit reluctant to go to work but I encouraged her, knowing that we would be having a vacation soon. Just the two of us.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 02



After our make-session over the weekend I was much more calm and confident that Ann and I would be alright in our marriage. She had left that morning headed out to Chicago again and we had little time to be intimate, but she surprised me with a blowjob in the car just as we got to the airport. I was being surprised by the new her constantly now.

After I saw her off on her trip I went in to work and arranged to take my vacation. My boss asked me if I would take two weeks back to back in order to clear up some kind of problem with manpower. I reluctantly said ok, wanting only to take one week at that time. After some thought I decided that the second week I could spend with the kids and do some stuff around the house that needed done.

I got a message from Ann just after lunch that she needed me to call her from home at seven that night. Knowing that she was probably busy in meetings and trying to get contracts signed, I didn't mind that she hadn't left a more personal message for me.

I spent the rest of the day arranging things for my time off the following two weeks. I had quite a bit of work to do and little time to do it in. That night, with the kids playing in their rooms with friends, I called Ann from our bedroom.

When she finally picked up she sounded winded and a bit breathless. I assumed she had ran to catch the phone, probably having been in the shower or bathroom. We talked and she told me that she couldn't get everything on the contracts done until Saturday or Sunday. She apologized and asked me if I had gotten my vacation. 

I told her that I had gotten the next week off and before I could tell her about having to take the following week off too she had started hitting me with the plans for our vacation. She had arranged for me to fly to the islands from home while she flew from Chicago directly there.

I asked her what islands we were going to and she told me that we were getting to spend our vacation in Jamaica. This surprised me quite a bit. She had never said anything about being interested in Jamaica or any South Sea islands.

"Jamaica? Ann, why Jamaica of all places?"

"Don't you want to go there Patrick? I got a special deal on this vacation package. We will get to stay at a very special place courtesy of one of the companies I am dealing with on these contracts. It won't cost us anything but airfare and whatever trinkets we will buy. If you would rather not we could go anywhere else you want though."

"No, Jamaica will be great. I never knew you would be interested in going there though. You surprised me with all of this."

"Only because this company I am dealing with...their president offered the use of their ranch for our vacation. They seem to like me and I think that I got these contracts wrapped up except for the signing and some minor details."

"If you are so close to wrapping them up, why can't you come home on Friday and see the kids before we go? Your mom and Dad are going to watch them, but you won't have seen them for over two weeks by the time we get back."

"I know Patrick. I feel badly about that, but two of the people who need to sign the contracts won't be here until Saturday, and they have already gone out of their way to help me get them signed and us on our way to a great vacation too."

"We could bring the kids along maybe. Wouldn't cost that much more and..."

""Oh sweetie, we couldn't. This ranch is...well they told me it is an adult place. There won't be any other kids there and nothing for them to do at all. We can take a vacation with just them later this year. This is just for me and you honey."

I didn't like it much, but she was right. We needed this for ourselves. If we didn't it was entirely possible that our kids would be in the midst of a divorce even yet. I reluctantly agreed and after a few words of love between us she hung up.

I didn't hear from her until Wednesday. We had made an agreement that when she traveled she would call every other night to save on phone charges. We had gotten some phone bills in the three hundred dollar range too many times. 

Our talk Wednesday was about Jamaica and life in general. I forgot to mention that I had to take that second week of vacation again. I felt stupid for forgetting, but then I figured it wasn't that important since I had three more weeks of vacation to use up after these two.

Friday she called me at work just after lunch. She was breathless again and as we talked she sounded distracted. I thought that she was looking over her contracts or something and preoccupied, not an unusual thing. We had a nice chat and she said that she would see me in Jamaica. 

Sunday I bundled up the kids and their stuff and took them to her mom's. We talked a bit and I ate dinner with them. I left to go home and finish packing for my trip in the morning. When I got home the answering machine light was blinking. 

Ann's voice came out across the room, apologetic. It seemed that she had to stay in Chicago one more day to tie up loose ends. She told me that she would meet me in Jamaica on Tuesday instead of Monday. 

I was unable to reach her in her room, so I left a message for her to call me in the morning early. I went to bed a bit troubled with this turn of events. I knew that she had been working hard to get these contracts, but things were not looking up like I had hoped they would be. Losing that extra day on our vacation for her job made me feel a bit hurt.

My morning went badly too. Ann never called and I had to leave for the airport before she could call. The cab was slow and traffic was bad. By the time I got to the airport I barely had time to get through security and screening before my flight left. 

Settling in on the plane in first class I wondered how Ann had managed to afford this seating. I would have been just as happy in coach...well not really, but I had expected coach over first class due to the extra cost.

I sat next to a guy who was flying with me all the way to Jamaica. He worked for a business there and was pretty talkative. We got to know each other and I told him a little bit about Ann and I and our vacation we were going to take. 

He offered to show us around some time while we were there and gave me a phone number and address to get in touch with him. I got to Jamaica late in the afternoon, tired and worn out from the traveling. I was met by a very dark skinned gentleman who showed me out to a limo and drove me out to the ranch we were going to be staying at.

I was impressed with the surroundings and the plush room that I was shown to. I got unpacked and then went downstairs to locate a place to eat. At the office a nice looking lady showed me back to the dinner table. It was like being at home only much more elegant and expensive looking. 

I was seated at a very large table and there were a few other guests there eating as well. They were all dressed rather skimpily I thought, but then it was pretty warm and humid that night. I ate a wonderful meal and went up to our room and went to bed.

In the middle of the night I heard something stirring around in the room with me and I turned on lamp next to my bed. There was a beautiful and naked woman standing next to the bed. Her dark skin was glistening in the light form the lamp and I could see her nipples were hard and sticking out. 

"I am here to make you feel welcome sir. Is there something you would like of me?"

I was stunned and a bit shaken. How she had gotten into the room I didn't know. Then there was her being totally naked. On top of that her offer left no doubt that she was expecting me to take her into my bed with me for sex. 

I had sat up when I turned on the light and now she just crawled up on top of me and began to kiss my body all over. I was sleepy and in shock yet and not thinking clearly as she pulled the covers off my body. Her hands were on my cock and it was getting hard in spite of my condition. I moved to take her hands in mine and pull her off of me but she moved quickly to gain a grip on my arms that was quite strong and forceful. 

"I can't do this. I'm married. My wife..."

"Your wife isn't here, I am. I am to see to your every need and I happen to know that you have not had a woman's touch for over one week. I am to see to your pleasure and help you to understand certain things."

"What are you talking about? How could you possibly know that I haven't had a woman's touch for over a week? What's going on here anyway? What exactly do you mean help me understand certain things?"

Her grip tightened on me and I found myself in a position that I had never thought would happen. A totally naked strange woman, naked on top of me. I could feel her naked body on mine as she kept me held in position on the bed. I heard something and two more women came in and started to tie me up on the bed.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? You can't do this. Why? What's going on here?"

I was a bit frightened and also very angry. I had no intention of cheating on my wife. I had no idea what was happening either. When they had me tied up spread out on the bed the woman on top of me began to lick and kiss my body all over. 

I struggled to free myself but to no avail. Nobody spoke now. One of the other women began to strip and soon the third followed. I had three naked women in the room, me tied up and naked on the bed. I was mixed up emotionally and didn't know what to expect or why this was all happening either.

"Relax Patrick. We are here to make you feel good. Have you never had a black woman before then? I will show you so much that you have missed. We all will. Tonight and tomorrow you will learn and enjoy. Relax and let us make you feel good."

"I'm married. NO...you can't do this. I cannot do this. Please, let me go. This is a mistake. I am sure that you have me confused with someone else. My wife...she will be here tomorrow...please...no."

"Patrick, we know all about you. We are here to serve, but you must use us too. We have our instructions. You will have us and we will do everything for you. Just relax and enjoy. We want you to feel...good."

Her last words were spoken in a whisper as her tongue began to lick my hard shaft. The other women began to lick and kiss me all over, their hands massaging my body as the leader now sucked my cock into her throat. Her fingers on my balls, caressing me. 

I was so turned on, yet so painfully aware that I was also helpless to do anything to stop this. What would Ann say when she found out what happened between now and the time she got here? I would tell her everything...I could only be honest with her. I hadn't asked for this at all. I had been...raped. Yes. Raped. This was all happening to me without my permission or my wanting it to.

Three mouths working on my body, my hands tied, my legs tied. I was totally helpless to prevent them from doing anything to me. God, they could slit my throat and there would be nothing I could do to stop them.

"Patrick...we are not here to hurt you. You really need to relax. We are here to make you feel good mon. You'll be having some of this and some of that soon mon, soon."

As she had said that she had cupped her pussy in her hand. Then she cupped one of the other women's pussy in her hand as she finished talking to me. I was obvious that I was to have sex with all of them. I couldn't understand why my cock stayed hard...of course she was licking and sucking it so...expertly. 

The woman on my right moved down and soon I had two women licking and sucking me. It was a feeling like I had never felt before. Before I knew it I was getting wrapped up in this illicit sex. With two women on my cock and balls, sucking and licking like they were, I knew I wasn't going to last long in any case.

The third woman moved up and straddled my chest. Her fingers traced my lips and neck, then she bent down to kiss me. Her tongue traced where her fingers had just been, and suddenly I felt her tongue between my lips, forcing it's way into my mouth. I held my teeth closed trying to resist, but with the mouths below on my cock, I found my resistance weakening.

Finally, I gave up. I realized that if I were going to have to explain anything, I might as well try to enjoy it. I knew that Ann would be hurt and possibly divorce me over this, but I had no choice it seemed. I had to hope that she would understand what had happened and be able to forgive me.

Giving up and resigning myself to this sexual feast I had become I let my teeth part and her tongue enter my mouth. She was very good at kissing. Her kiss was intense yet softly intriguing. Her tongue moved out of my mouth and trailed down my neck. 

I felt a throat around my cock and a tongue lightly caressing my balls as the woman on my chest sat up and began to move up on me. Soon a shaved and wet pussy was presented to my mouth. I reached up with my tongue and began to lick as she lowered down on my face. My tongue was pressed inside her lips as my nose ground on her clit.

I could smell her passion as she rocked her hips over my head, my tongue caressing her. I soon found my lips on her pussy lips and I gently sucked them into my mouth. Her clit was rubbing on my nose, and as she built up in her passion, I was thinking I would have no chance at all for breathing if she really started to press down on my face.

I tried to turn my head just a bit, giving myself a bit of room to breathe just in case, but she took my head in her hands and guided me back to her center. Her eyes were on mine and she smiled. Then her eyes closed, her head swung back as she began to cum.

I felt the cum boiling up from my balls an instant before the woman on my face began to orgasm. Her pussy flooded my mouth and her juices, sweet and salty at the same time, spread over my cheeks and nose as she rode me to a strong finish. 

The lips around my shaft continued to suck on me as I shot my load inside that hot mouth. The tongue on my balls never missed a stroke as I shook in my orgasm. They didn't stop then either. The mouth on my cock left and was replaced by another while the woman on my chest moved off to one side. 

The lady in charge was now moving up, pressing her breasts in my face and purring in my ear. I could feel a tremor in her body as she moved over me. I could sense that she loved being in charge of a male. 

My legs were untied and then moved up so that my knees were spread in the air. This position put my asshole in the night's cool air. I next felt a light licking and then a tongue pressing into my anal passage. My cock throbbed in anticipation of the next sensual feeling. 

               The mouth on my cock left, but it stayed rock hard. The leader moved down a bit and soon I felt her pussy lips enveloping me. As she slid down my shaft she licked and sucked my lips into her mouth. Then her tongue entered. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing on my chest.

The tongue in my ass left to be replaced by a moistened finger. As the leader began to thrust up and down on my shaft, the finger in my ass kept time. The faster the woman fucking me went the faster was the finger. 

Then, without a warning, the leader sat up, her breasts bouncing freely in the light and she began to really fuck me. The finger in my ass left and then both of the other women began to lick and kiss my chest, face, and mouth as I was fucked harder and harder.

The tight and very hot pussy on my shaft began undulate, muscles moving in ways I had never felt, milking my shaft. My senses were in overload as this dark and seemingly dangerous woman brought me up and over into a mutual orgasm with her.

After she came, she collapsed onto my chest and lay there for a bit. The other women began to untie me. When the leader got off my worn body, the others brought out wash clothes and expertly wiped my whole body. Then I was nudged into rolling over and they cleaned my whole back too.

After the cleaning, I felt warm oil being spread on my back and soon I was being massaged by the two women as the leader rubbed my neck and ran her hands through my hair. I fell asleep like that. 

In the bright morning light I woke up to find all three women gone. Had I dreamed it all then? No. The rope was still tied to the bed frame. My naked body smelled of the spicy oils that had been massaged into it. I felt great, although quite guilty and ashamed. I had been so weak.

I spent a bit of time in the shower then and when I came out the leader was there waiting. Naked still, she took my hand before I could dress myself and led me out of the room and down the stairs to the diningroom. Naked I was seated at the table and a string of naked beauties brought out my breakfast. Fruits, cakes, and some meats were spread out before me. I ate and as I did the leader introduced herself and began to tell me what I needed to understand.

"My name is Sanya. I will be your guide while you stay here. Your wife asked that you be well taken care of until she arrives. I hope that you feel good after last night. I know that we may have shocked you a bit with our...shall I say...treatment of you. We meant no harm toward you. I was making sure that you were well met."

"I don't think that my wife would have wanted you to offer me quite the services that you did last night though. I may have a problem explaining this all to her. I think that there has been a serious misunderstanding."

"Nonsense Patrick. We had explicit orders from Ann. She requested your special service and what we should do too. It is all part of the experience for you while you stay here."

"Now I am confused. Ann, my Ann, requested that you have sex with me? With all three of you women?"

"You say women like we are less than good for you? Don't be shocked Patrick. Ann knows what treatment you got and she approved it all. Every bit of it. Lighten up mon. You are about to learn things about your Ann that you do not know. Just relax and enjoy. It will all become clear tomorrow. Today, you enjoy us and we enjoy you. Have fun, taste the life and sensuality of Jamaica."

"Sanya, I am at a loss here. My wife is behind all of this? Are you sure you haven't made a mistake here? I can't believe that my wife..."

"Ann not only set this up, she wanted you to have the experience you had last night. She said three women, all to perform for Patrick. Her own words. She expected and expects you to enjoy us fully. Anywhere and anytime, we will be there for you. One at a time or all at once. Ann has requested this all for you."

"Why would my Ann want me to be with other women...unless...oh no...she isn't...I can't..."

"There you go, getting all worked up again. Ann will explain all to you tomorrow. You need to relax...Letisha! Monique! Come ladies, Patrick needs our help again."

Sanya took my hand and led me upstairs. This time we went down a different hallway and when the door opened I was surprised yet some more. The room I was led into had one large round bed in the center. There were mirrors all over the ceiling, and on three of the walls. 

Sanya led me to the bed and then proceeded to go down on her knees and begin to lick my cock. I was in a bit of shock at all I had heard and what she had implied about my wife. I saw Letisha and Monique enter the room, naked, and they had bottles and something under a covered cart they pushed between them. I was maneuvered back on the bed and soon I had three very intense women going over every inch of my body with lips, tongues, fingers and hands. 

This time I was not offered a pussy to lick or lips to kiss. They concentrated on my body and limbs, leaving my head alone. Warm oil was then spread on my chest and legs, being massaged in.

I found that the oil they used today began to tingle all over as it was spread. It felt like a million tiny pins poking me lightly. Not quite hurting, not quite not. The sensation was not unpleasant. The more the oil spread the more other feelings began to surface. 




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 02



I felt a finger probing my ass and then a slippery oil being applied there as well. I realized suddenly that a syringe was being used to pump a large amount of some kind of oil into my anal passage. My head began to spin a bit, then a feeling came over me that I had never had before.

My cock began to throb, almost hurting in its intensity. My thoughts became more sexually charged with each moment I laid there. Sanya moved to straddle my body and her face was in front of mine.

"Now Patrick, you will learn some secrets of island love you have never heard of before. We will take you farther than you have ever been, and you will find the experience to be quite...shall I say...fulfilling."

Lips met mine as her tongue pushed into my mouth. Her hands held my head as she really began to work me over with her lips and tongue. My whole body was super-sensitive to touch. As she moved over me, getting in position to push my cock into her hot pussy, I about came from just the feelings of enhanced nerve-endings.

Letisha moved over and then in closer to me and took over with the kissing and tonguing of my mouth as Sanya drove my cock into her hard and fast. The oil on my shaft caused my cock to swell up the farther she drove onto me and pretty soon I had a thought of my cock just exploding all over inside of her as she fucked me. It was a very intense feeling for sure.

Sanya fucked me for quite some time and she came several times as she did. I wanted to cum. I desperately wanted to cum, but couldn't. My cock stayed rock hard and my balls soon became larger and fuller too. This was driving me crazy, not being able to cum. I knew that whatever they had covered me with and pushed up my ass had more than a little to do with my predicament now.

After Sanya came the fourth time she moved off of me and Letisha straddled my cock. Still hard as iron and wanting release, I was almost begging her to get me off. She smiled at me and bent down to lick my lips, tonguing my mouth a bit before riding me to several orgasms. After Letisha got off several times she moved off of me and Monique slipped up to ride my cock. 

I had been being fucked for over an hour and hadn't cum even a little bit. The feelings were so intense I should have been shooting off after only a touch, but I hadn't orgasmed at all. The more they fucked me the more intense everything got for me. 

Monique got off three or four times then got off me. A new woman got up on my shaft and started to fuck me. Looking around I saw six more women, naked and waiting their turn on my shaft. I was becoming worried that I would be raw before this woman got done and there were six more to go?

Each woman used me, fucking themselves into several hard orgasms each. One at a time they fucked me and Sanya sat next to my head directing them. After the last one came for the fifth time Sanya moved to straddle me again.

"Now Patrick you will have the biggest, the most intense orgasm of your life. Now you will feel the island pleasures that you have been sent here to experience."

Saying that she leaned down to kiss me. I opened my mouth to take her tongue inside and instead she pulled up, and squirted some oily substance into my mouth. Then she moved to kiss me again, this time keeping her lips on mine until I swallowed whatever she had given me.

I felt a warm sensation course through my body and Sanya began to move down me. Soon I felt her lips on my hard shaft, sucking and licking me. Another lady moved in and began to lick my left nipple as yet another moved to lick my right one. A fourth lady moved to kiss me, her lips hot and wet as her tongue slipped in. I felt other lips and tongues on my body even on my balls and before I knew what was happening I began to orgasm.

It seemed to explode form the core of my being as my body shook and trembled from over stimulation. I was in a nirvana like trance as I came, my cock pumping and pumping hot white liquid everywhere. I must have passed out then, since I woke up later with only Sanya laying beside me.

"You were fantastic Patrick. We have never had a man give so much sweet cum before. We enjoyed your taste, your gift was far beyond our expectations. Thank you."

Saying that she leaned in and kissed me throughly. 

"My gift? My sperm you mean?"

"Yes. Your sperm, combined with the oils and your special mixture from within...you were the best I have ever seen in this lifetime. You produced more than enough for all of us. Ann is a very lucky lady indeed to have you for a husband. I am telling her that if she ever tires of you I want first try at you."

"I don't understand...is there some special thing you achieve from the use of my...um...sperm?"

"More than you could ever understand. You see, it has been...um...intensified. Concentrated with the oils from you and what we put on your body...it becomes...magical. Yes, you have been very good for us. I want to have you this way again before you go. I will get more women too. You have enough to share with ten more for sure."

I was confused by all of this. It seemed that my sperm had been used in some sort of ritual that I knew nothing about. If Sanya and the others were happy with me, then I guess it didn't matter. All I knew was that I had never came like that ever before. It had bordered on painful, yet stayed just inside of that the whole time. Hell, I had passed out afterwards!

As good as it had been, I was not sure I wanted to do it again, nor if I could live through it again. It had been so intense that I had almost not liked it. Perhaps because of my guilt of what I had done. What had Ann done? Why had she done this in the first place? I had thousands of questions and now, no answers. I hoped that our marriage would survive this ‘vacation'.

I got up from the bed and went to my room. Sanya led the way, giving me a robe to wear as I passed the door leaving the orgy bed. I took a long hot shower, and then passed out on the bed. When I woke, Sanya was standing by my bed with Ann beside her. Ann was smiling at me while looking me over with a strange intensity. 

The reckoning had come. Would I end up in divorce court? Had Ann ordered this special treatment for me knowing about the sex I would be having? What was happening in our lives now? Where was this vacation headed?



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 03



Patrick has told you some about us. I should add that I love him more than anyone or anything on the face of the earth. We met in high school and dated steadily for several years. We both went to college, Patrick until he graduated while I dropped out to support him until he got his degree. It was a mutually agreed decision between both of us.

Some people would have questioned my choice to quit school in favor of Patrick. I never thought twice about it. I knew that when the time was right he would support me too. After he got the great job he has now, I decided to go back to school and get my degree. I went year ‘round and finished up in pretty good time. 

After I graduated I went to work for the firm I am presently employed by now. When I started I could tell that part of the reason they hired me was my looks. My grades in school had been the best and not meaning to brag, I was in the top five percent of the graduating seniors.

The fact that other men found me attractive after my having been married and had two kids was ego boosting as well. While I had no intention of cheating or even flirting outside of my marriage, it was gratifying to know that I still had it.

Patrick and I settled into a nice and comfortable life of marital bliss. After I had worked for the firm for two years I was promoted up a small step. I didn't make a big deal about it to Patrick since I felt that it was more like a step of added responsibility instead of a real promotion.

I found that I was working more and more hours and our sex life was taking the hit. I knew that Patrick was bothered by it, but he was so supportive of me I could see that he was putting me ahead of any of his needs. It touched my heart to know just how much my husband really did love me.

In the middle of my second year, just a few months after my first ‘promotion' my boss Sam began to spend more and more time with me. He told me that he was training me for the next step upwards in the company. He also mentioned that I could be traveling out of town like the other agents had been too. I think he was trying to feel me out to see if I would be willing to do that.

I found Sam to be a very handsome and sexy man and from time to time as we worked together I would have a thought or two, never really serious, just a little fantasy about what it would be like to have him in bed for a little bit. I would always go home to my husband and feel just a tiny bit of guilt for having had those thoughts, but I knew that nothing would ever come of them.

My work load rose a bit more and I soon found that I had to take trips around town during the regular business day talking to our local clients. I didn't say much about it to Patrick since I thought it to be a regular part of my job and I would still be home as usual at night. 

The little trips to local business's we had as clients soon had me dealing with them on a full time basis. Some of our clients were real macho type men and they would really look me over while I was in their presence. I knew that some of them were having fantasies about me just by the way they acted.

All the male attention I was receiving was beginning to really keep my libido up, but by the time I was getting home I would be tired out or on those nights I wasn't tired it seemed that Patrick would have had a tough day and he would be tired instead.

Then Sam told me about the next promotion I was due to get. It would require travel overnight to many locations. He was very proud of how well I had turned out so far and he was impressed with my work too. I ended up being gone for up to three or four days at a time shortly after that.

It was right after I got the promotion that things started to get way out of hand. While our sex life at home had dropped to nil, my work time was around Sam and other strong and sexy men constantly in my face. I was getting offers on a daily basis, usually those joking type flirtatious offers, but I could sense a seriousness to most of them that hadn't been there when I had started.

I guess it didn't help that I had started flirting back too. I had gotten a bit more open the longer I worked with these guys. They were regular men for the most part, but each one had a special trait or way of talking to me that caused me to have little day dreams about how they would be in bed too.

Mostly I think my thoughts were straying due to the lack of sex Patrick and I were having at home. I knew that it was becoming a problem between us but every time one or the other of us would be ready the other was not. We were both getting to be very horny constantly.

My sexual needs had not been getting taken care of and I knew that while Patrick was suffering just like me, he didn't have all the eye candy like I had where I worked. Most of his co-workers were either men or older ladies who were not exactly sexy or someone that Patrick would want to flirt with.

I found that the longer our sex life was in the toilet the more the offers from the men around me at my job became harder to brush off. I knew also that Sam had something on his mind as he had begun to say something several times then dropped it as ‘nothing'. I wondered at times if he was trying to work up nerve to make a pass at me.

One day I was able to secure a large contract out of the blue. I had worked on it for over two months and it was all new business, unexpected and lucrative too. I was happy that I had been able to use contacts developed in my work over the last year to nail this one and everybody was shocked and extremely happy that I had gotten it.

The biggest deal about this contract was the fact that it was the first international one that the firm had ever gotten. I had lucked out a bit having heard from a client about this company needing services just like we offered, and a couple of phone calls later, I had been able to set up the initial meeting.

The guys I dealt with were based in Jamaica and there were four of them that were partners. I had wined and dined them, showing our services and how much more we had to offer than our competitors. Actually, our other customers had made the sale when the new clients had called around and checked up on not only me, but other contract agents as well.

When I dropped the new contract on Sam's desk the afternoon it was signed he about fainted. As he read it over he was at first stunned, then very proud of me. He asked me a few questions then he began to smile. I had just pushed the business into the international market where Sam had wanted to go for a very long time.

Standing, he took me into his arms hugging me tight as he shouted out the great news to the whole building. He had picked me up so high that my feet were off the ground as he spun me around in his joy. I was taken with his strength and smell as he held me close to him.

I could feel a stirring in my pussy as he held me. Other agents came in to see what was going on and as they heard I got hugged and kissed until I was beginning to get real turned on. Each man that hugged me had a distinct smell that sent waves of an unknown feeling through my body. 

By the time everyone had settled down and Sam had ordered bottles of champagne to celebrate, I was about as hot as I had ever been. I had been hugged by six men who had each stirred me in ways I couldn't explain. I was also painfully aware that I hadn't had any sex for over four weeks too.

My pussy was wet and I actually went to the bathroom twice to wipe myself dry. The last time I just left my panties off since I was sure that everyone could smell my excitement.

We drank the champagne, and I think that Sam kept one whole bottle just for me. It seemed that my glass was bottomless. I hadn't eaten anything and it wasn't quite lunch time when the party started. As I got quite tipsy, Sam ordered up meals for all and then the party was moved from his office to the conference room.

I was the only woman there since the receptionist and the two assistants were out for the day at a wedding. Someone started playing some music and others cleared the conference table and chairs out of the way to make a dance floor. They all shouted for me to give them a speech, so I got up and said a little bit about the contract.

The next thing I knew, I was the star attraction and dance partner for six very sexy men. They each took turns dancing with me. At first they would hold me out away from their bodies as we danced but after a few dances, one of the guys changed all of that properness. As we danced around I found his hands pulling me in very close to him. So close I could feel the outline of his very hard erection on my tummy. I soon found myself wondering just what his cock actually looked like. How it would feel? How deep would it go inside me?

My nipples were hard and my pussy throbbing. I was more than slightly drunk from the champagne too. As we danced I could feel the cool air in the room wafting up between my legs and across my bare pussy lips. Each time I was spun around by him that cool air was bringing me closer and closer to heaven.

At one point in the dance I could feel his hands on my bottom. Since the others had taken several shots at fondling me and I hadn't stopped them, I let him continue to hold my asscheeks in his hands. It felt good to be in those strong arms, those hands holding me so firmly.

The next five songs were slow ones too and by the time the last one had finished each man had held me in their arms and fondled my ass with their hands. I had felt the lumps of large erections against my thighs and tummy separated only by the clothing each of us was wearing.

When Sam took me into his strong arms my resistance to anything had been lowered to almost nonexistent. I was horny, drunk and wanting to get laid by this time and Sam's smell was making me wetter and wetter as we danced.

I hadn't thought about Patrick for over an hour and a half by this point. I was so turned on and feeling like a sexy wanton woman, I was already fantasizing in my mind what it would be like to fuck this guy or that guy or whomever I was dancing with at the moment. 

As Sam held me he leaned in close to my face and kissed me lightly on my cheek. I was surprised and it must have shown since he stopped for an instant. I could see that he was debating something in his mind, then he went ahead and spit it out, finally.

"Ann, you are the most talented and intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure to work with. You are also the sexiest woman I have ever known too. I have wanted to tell you something for quite some time but you seemed so... in charge, yet so innocent and pure, I just couldn't bring myself to tell you."

"Tell me what Sam?"

"Um...well a woman as sexy and beautiful as you makes it hard for a guy like me to concentrate at work. I keep wondering about you and your assets."

"I have assets Sam? What assets do I have that could do such a thing?"

In my drunken horniness I had decided to tease Sam a bit. I knew what he was hinting at and I also knew that he was probably scared that if he brought up what was really on his mind in too direct of a way he would open himself up for a sexual discrimination lawsuit.

"I...uh...well, you have the perfect body, the most beautiful and expressive one I have ever seen. You could have any man wrapped around your little finger in mere seconds just by showing up."

"Oh, so you think I am pretty and that could cause men to want what they don't have? Just by offering my body to them? Isn't that a bit...sexist Sam? Are you saying that you want my body Sam? Are you asking me to have sex with you, boss? Isn't that sexual harassment?"

I was teasing him openly now and I think he knew it, but at the same time he got real flustered. I could see that he thought that I could be serious and he had just opened up the firm for a lawsuit of major proportions.

I let him suffer for a bit then laughed in his face. I saw him relax a bit then he joined in laughing with me. I had scared him for a moment there though. At this point I was so horny and he smelled so good, I had other thoughts on my mind. God help me, I wanted to fuck someone. Anyone. I was that horny and just drunk enough to not even remember I was a married lady with a loving and caring husband waiting for me at home.

"It may be sexist Ann, but it is true too. You have the body and sexiness of a woman that one does not see very often. You get the rest of the agents here real stirred up too. If you wanted, you could have any man in the office."

"What are you thinking Sam? I am not a whore or prostitute. I could never offer myself to other men like that. Besides, I am not that good looking anyway. Julie, your assistant is far better looking than I am."

"Oh, she's not even in your ball park Ann. Isn't that right guys?"

Sam had just made our conversation available to every man in the room. They all began to talk at once and I had a time trying to understand what they were saying in my drunken horny state. I suddenly realized that they had all been listening to us talk this whole time.

"Oh Ann, you are the sexiest and best looking woman in the state. Hell, in the country. You make those women in Playboy and Penthouse look like plain Jane's."

"You gotta be kidding me. You don't know just how beautiful you are?"

"Man, if I were your hubby, you wouldn't be let out of my sight for a second. I'd want you naked and ready all the time."

"Ann, you are so hot...damn baby...you're da bomb."

Sam was holding my hands now and looking intently into my eyes as the other men chimed in with their opinions of my looks. "See? I'm not the only male in the office that thinks this way. You are the hottest and sexiest woman I have ever known. You could make the Pope give up his vows for a taste of you."

"Oh you guys...quit it. You're just saying that because I am the only woman here right now and I got that contract today."

"Your breasts are perfect. Your ass is out of this world. What man in his right mind would pass on you? I'll tell you...none."

"Sam, be careful what you say. I'm loving it too much at this moment. Don't tease me anymore. Besides, none of you guys have ever seen all of me. You have never seen me naked at all. You have no way of knowing. Just because I dress a bit sexy at times doesn't make me sexy at all."

"Look, this is the playmate of the month. You are much more better built than she is. You have better tone and everything. I can tell that your body is tighter and hotter in anything you wear Ann, I look at it all the time. I mean to tell you I do notice, as does everyone else too. You beat her hands down easy."

One of the agent's, Jim was his name, was holding up a Playboy magazine, open to the centerfold. I could see her breasts and of course the rest of her as well. I had never given a thought to how I compared to a centerfold before.

All the men in the room had gotten quiet as I looked at the picture shrugging my shoulders, dismissing the whole thing. My pussy was tingling with need and my drunken state had caused my inhibitions to be lowered far below what I would have considered ‘safe' normally.

"How can you tell that Jim? You've never seen me naked before. Besides, she must be ten years younger than me. Never had any kids either I'll bet."

"I can tell just from some views I have had of your hot little body before. Are you aware of how many hard on's you cause in a single day around here? Every guy here has gotten hot and hard over you Ann. You're sexy. You're also very beautiful. Honest. Matter of fact, I ‘ll bet your tits are firmer and your nipples stick out more than hers any day."

"You're just saying that to make me feel good. Look, my nipples aren't that big and they certainly don't stick out like hers. As for firmer...I wear a support bra Jim. That would explain that."

"I'll bet you that your tits are bigger, and firmer and that you're nipple's stick out way farther than hers do. Ten bucks, cash."

"Oh yeah? Well, you guys ain't seeing my tits for ten lousy bucks Jim. Make me a real offer, don't embarrass yourself."

I was so hot from hearing them go on about my body and how good looking I was that I let my lust and passion over-ride my common sense. Of course I was drunk too, but with all the things going on at that moment, I just felt that a short look to compare would show them I was right and I would collect some cash at their expense.

I was on top of the world since I had worked hard and gotten rewarded with that contract. These men fawning over me was helping my inner self to overheat in the needs that hadn't been fulfilled lately at home.

I was on the highest power trip I had ever had. The world was my oyster as I swayed around listening to these men talk about me like they were. 

My nipples were hard as rocks at this point and my pussy was actually dripping as I stood there making a bet to show my tits to my co-workers. I was so turned on I think I could have been talked into walking naked down the street in broad daylight at that time.

"Fifty bucks. I'll bet you fifty bucks that you're tits are far better, bigger and firmer than hers and that you're nipples stick out more too. What do you say to that Ann?"

"Fifty? Ok, you and I in my office...I'll show you, we will measure everything and then after I collect your money, you have never tell anyone what you saw."

"Deal."

Everyone in the room was groaning as I said that. They had all been wanting to see my tits and I had effectively prevented that. Suddenly everyone wanted a piece of the action.

"Hey, I'll bet fifty too. So I get to come in and measure you too Ann."

"Me too."

"I'm in for that."

Everyone put up fifty bucks. I was trapped now. I should have stopped right there, I had a little cautionary twinkle in the back of my mind that this had gone too far. Then Jim, the agent who had started the betting, put out another idea.

"Well, since we are all betting Ann, why not just do it right here and we can all see at once. Less time, more room, and if you win, you'll get you're money quicker. Besides, you might feel safer in with all of us instead of one of us at a time."

I think he was worried that something could happen if I were alone with each man here one on one. My mind was a blur of emotions and wants at that time and I couldn't concentrate on any one thing for very long. 

One of the men slid the conference table back out to the center of the room again. I sat up on it while someone got a ruler. When everyone was ready I had a wicked thought. I was going to tease them for a bit first, then go ahead and let them measure my breasts.

"Oh, you guys. I need something to drink. I'm really thirsty from all this talk. Besides, I need some liquid courage. I can't believe I am about to show you all my naked chest."

Sam held up a full glass of champagne to my lips. As he held it and began to tip it up, I drank. In a moment I had drained it dry. Another glass showed up immediately and I drank it too. After three glasses that way I was flying higher and quite satisfied as far as my thirst went.

I sat up straight and began to undo my bouse. Underneath I was wearing a black see-through bra that had lace surrounding the cups. I undid each button slowly and as sexily as I could imagine. When the whole thing was unbuttoned I decided that I was going to back out of the bet.

"I don't think that this is a good idea. After all, while I am feeling real good right now, tomorrow I still have to work with you guys. How could I live with myself after letting you all see my titties today? I think that I should just forget this and go on back to work."

There was a stir through the men and some groans. Then Jim slipped in close to me and began a sales pitch.

"Ann, we will still respect you. After all, you got the biggest contract so far in the history of this division. How could we not know that you earned it the hard way, by working hard and using the skills that we all have. I promise that we will not only respect you, we are all a bit jealous due to your skill at getting that contract too."




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 03



"Oh? And I should just take your word for it Jim? If I show you my breasts, you will lose all that respect and think I am a cheap and easy slut or something. I'm not you know."

"We know that Ann. We have always known that you are a sharp business woman over everything else. We have also all lusted after you too. We have sat around at the local watering hole and talked about you and your body and how nice it must be too."

"Well, I guess one little look won't hurt things too much. However, if any of you guys say something about this to anyone else but just us, I will hate you all for a very long time."

"We don't kiss and tell Ann. You should know that about us by now. This whole thing will be our secret forever."

I decided to go ahead and give them what they wanted at that moment. I pulled my blouse out away from my body and the down off my shoulders, letting it fall behind me. When my blouse hit the table top I could hear all the men groaning.

Their response made my pussy flood and I felt that tingle run through my body from my feet all the way to my head. It centered on my pussy and nipples the most. As they all watched closely, I undid my bra behind my back and pulled it off, cupping the front of it to my breasts. I pulled my arms out one at a time and then, while they were held in a trance as they each stared at my chest, I began to slowly, ever so slowly let the bra drop to my lap.

When my nipples came into view the moans were noticeably louder. They crowded in closer, six heads just a foot or so away from my naked chest. I felt so hot and...well...powerful at that moment. Knowing that these men wanted me in the worst way and that they were all going to be paying me fifty bucks each just to see my breasts. I found myself loving this whole exhibitionist act. 

I dropped the bra and lifted my arms high above my head and let my breasts jiggle a bit in the brightly lit room. My nipples were aching and very hard and I had crossed my legs tightly. I was flexing the muscles in my legs and thighs, causing a delicious tingle each time.

Jim reached out to touch my left breast when Sam stepped in and stopped him. He had the ruler in his hand and he held it up in front of me, showing it to everyone there.

"Lets do this right gentlemen. Get the centerfold picture and we'll measure those nipples first. Jim, since you are the math whiz here, you figure out the ratio from that centerfold to life size. Then we will measure Ann's nipples and compare them for size."

Jim measured the picture and then did some calculations. He measured not only her nipples, but her full breasts and shoulder to shoulder too. He also measured her hip width, front to back on her mound to ass cheeks also. He got those from other pictures in the layout.

I didn't get it at that moment, until he turned to hold the ruler up to my shoulders. I had thought that I would be holding the ruler up to me while they read the measurements. Jim was going to be doing it all. He was looking serious but a bit playful too.

"I am going to have to measure your shoulder width, your hip width and your depth also. Then I will need to measure your full breast and nipples. It's the only way I can get a ratio that will show her true nipple size. We have her bust size and waist size for numbers to start with."

In my drunken state his plan sounded right. I knew that a ratio like we were attempting needed a known base to start with, so I just agreed. Sam took my hand and guided me to stand up on the table. Then, as Jim stood up on the table with me, he continued to measure my shoulders. 

When it came time to measure my breasts, I chickened out big time. I covered myself up and then began to blush. Jim stopped and just looked at me, probably wondering what to do next. 

“I...I can’t do this. Look, I’ll just pay you guys off and...I need to go home. This isn’t right.”

“You can measure your ti...I mean...breasts yourself if you want Ann.”

“No. I have to stop this now. I should have never done this to begin with. It’s wrong and I have been a very poor wife.”

“Well, for the record Ann, you have two of the most beautiful ti...breasts I have ever seen. I want to thank you for sharing them with us today.”

I was blushing and almost in tears as I put my things back on. How could I have gone so far as to get into the situation I was in? I know that the lack of sex had a lot to do with it and the alcohol too, but I had been having such nasty thoughts. I had almost gotten myself into a possible gangbang with people I worked with day by day.

Sam helped me down off the table and everyone was real quiet. I looked around and felt so low. I had teased these men and then shut down the whole party. What they must have been thinking of me I could only guess.

“Ann, look, as far as we are concerned, nothing happened in here today but a little celebration of your new contract. You are the best agent I have working here and you managed to get this contract for us. You put us on the map. I am sorry that...well...I meant to say...”

“Sam, guys, look...I shouldn’t have done what I just did. The alcohol, and excitement, and everything else going on in my life just led me to this by accident. I’m sorry that...I didn’t mean to tease you all like this and leave you hanging. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, not to worry Ann. It’s all right, isn’t it guys? We all just got carried away with everything. We are sorry, you shouldn’t be, it isn’t your fault. We were thinking with the wrong heads a bit ago. Can you forgive us?”

I was feeling a bit better, even though I was so embarrassed. I had crossed a line, well, we had crossed a line that should never have been crossed. How would things be around the office now that these guys had seen my breasts? How close I had been to taking them all on in a gangbang?

Sam and Jim got the table and chairs arranged back to the way they had been and our party finished quietly and almost silently. Each of us was deep in thought as we finished our drinks. Jim apologized to me for the measuring and even being so touchy-feely during the dancing.

Soon, all of the men had apologized to me. It was an awkward situation for us all, but me mostly. I had seen their hardons and knew that I had caused them. I had caused them to have blue balls right now too. I felt terrible about everything, but most of all I felt so low about how close I had been to cheating on my husband Patrick.

Joan came into the office that afternoon and noticed how quiet we all were. She was especially curious when she found out about the contract I had nailed down. “You got a contract that makes this an international business and nobody is partying and celebrating? What in the world is wrong with you guys anyway?”

“Oh, Joan. It’s not that big a deal. I managed to luck out and...”

“LUCK OUT? You worked your tail off for this contract. I’m going to go read Sam the riot act. At the very least you should get a party. Hell, you should get a huge raise too. What the heck is wrong with him anyway?”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what had happened, I didn’t want her to think I was so easy of a woman that I would have done it with all the guys in the office. I didn’t say much of anything to stop her for fear the whole story would come out. Joan took it all wrong and marched into Sam’s office yelling as she did.

Later, she came out and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the office and down the street to a little café that we went to from time to time.

“OK Ann. I know what happened...well sort of. Why is what I need to hear from you. Why would you show those men your...”

I burst into tears as we sat there. I was confused and mixed up about this far more than she was. Joan got some napkins and slid around to where I was sitting, hugging me close as she did. She talked to me quietly as the people around us went back to their lunches and coffee. Her hands comforted me and soon she had me calmed down.

“OK Ann. How are things between you and Patrick? Everything ok between you two?”

“Oh Joan. I have been afraid that Patrick has reached the ends of his rope with me. He has been so supportive of me this whole time, even through school and all. Now, well, our sex life is almost zero. I know that sex isn’t everything in a marriage, but it is important. It’s either I’m too tired or he’s too tired. The last time was over a month ago. I’m afraid that I’m going to lose him to someone else who can be home for him every night.”

“Have you two talked about this? Does he know what you are thinking? Ann, has he said anything to show that he is angry or even disappointed with you?”

“Well...no. But I can see the hurt in his eyes when I tell him that I’m too tired or when I get up in the morning and leave for work. He looks at me like...like...well, like he has lost the most important thing in his life. He won’t say anything to me because he’s afraid of hurting my feelings I think.”

“How was your sex life Ann? Were you doing things for him...this is kinda embarrassing...but you know...oral and other ways? Has he been happy with the quality of the sex you guys have?”

“I’m not sure. I know that he has mentioned wanting to do things and try things, but usually I put him off...like the time he wanted me to...uh...well...”

“Oral or anal?”

“Oral. Well, anal too, but oral...he wanted me to...heh...well...I just couldn’t bring myself to try it. I fear the taste, that I may choke, many things. He will perform oral on me several times when we make love. I love it and want to return the favors but...I guess that I had the ‘wives don’t do that’ drilled into me by my friends and mother. I know that other people must do that stuff, and I want to too, but I just can’t bring myself to do it.”

“You need to practice so that you have some confidence in yourself. Then it all gets easy to do, and enjoyable too.”

“What? Practice? Are you saying that I should go up to other men and...”

“Oh good lord no! Practice with...oh lets see...do you have any toys at home?”

“Toys?”

“Never mind. Banana’s...yeah, those work...practice with banana’s. You know, you must have at least heard of doing that in high school. Imagine that a banana is Patrick’s cock and practice with that.”

“Oh. By toys you meant...um...like sex toys?”

“Yes. But banana’s or cucumbers will work too. Lets see. What else has you worried?”

“The amount of love making we do. We both want it more often, but when we come home too tired to poop, sex is like at the back of the list.”

“You both need time to yourselves. Just you and him. Maybe a vacation to some exotic island or something. Just you two and a bed, a room, a beach, or where ever else you might want to make love at.”

The upshot of our conversation was that Joan became a close friend to me and she also taught me so much about sex that I didn’t know or had been afraid of. Her support was firm and constant and after a few weeks I had forgotten all about the ‘party’ that day.

The men around the office were acting nice and actually treating me with quite a bit of respect since I had landed that contract. Even though they knew what my breasts and nipples looked like, I felt a bit better about things.

Joan and I would eat in her office and chat. That is where she taught me how to suck a mean cock...well banana anyway. After a few tries, she had me able to take a nice long and fat banana all the way to it’s end and even close my lips around it completely. Then, I could extract it in one undamaged piece afterwards. Just that act alone was a guarantee to turn any man on she told me, and I could believe it. 

She told me about anal sex and the stuff that one never hears like enemas being a good idea if you are planning on having anal sex. Also things to do to ease the pain. Joan even took me to an adult bookstore and we got some toys for me to practice with there also. 

The night I surprised Patrick with the hottest sex we had ever had, I could tell that I was on the right track. Joan also had been pushing for us to take a vacation and get back in touch with each other. That’s when my new clients offered up the ‘ranch’ for our use. I could tell that there was more on Joan’s mind than the vacation for Patrick and I. 

When I got home that night I broke out into tears as Patrick held me close. I could see his concern for me and he tried his best to ‘fix’ things as he always would. I just felt lower with each thing he tried. He loved me so much and I had been on the edge of betraying that love.

Then, remembering all that Joan had taught me, I began the most important night of intimacy that Patrick and I had ever had. I knew that as I began to suck on his cock he was surprised. Letting him cum in my mouth...well that was the shockeroo for him for sure.

When he questioned me I could see some kind of doubt in his eyes. Like he was afraid that I had been learning some other way. I ignored that, not wanting to ruin this big night of nights, and just explained about Joan.

Then, when we were on the bed and Patrick was going down on me, I felt his tongue on my asshole. It was a very intense feeling, one that I really liked. He had never done that before. I knew that he did it because he was into the moment, but also because I had opened the door for experimentation now.

I let him tongue me, knowing that I had done that enema at work just before coming home. I was as clean there as I was going to get so I relaxed and went with the flow. As Patrick moved up to slip his cock inside my pussy, I let him for a short bit, then, feeling quite brave and very sexual, I guided his cock to the tight little opening that he had so lovingly tongued a bit ago.

He argued with me that I didn’t need to do this, but I wanted to by this point. I moved a bit and his cock began to slip in. Then, as he still let me know that it wasn’t necessary, I shoved back and slowly took him fully inside me.

It hurt...for a bit. Not real bad, especially since Joan had told me how to push out and relax in a few ways. After a bit I loved the feeling of Patrick’s cock deep in me like it was. I was wishing that Joan and I had been friends like this for years and then I could have enjoyed this wonderful sex like tonight for that whole time.

We talked after I sucked him clean the next morning. He was mortified when he woke up to see me licking and sucking him like I was. I kept it up and afterwards we had a deep long talk. Then, for the rest of the weekend we fucked like newlyweds. Patrick even got me anally a couple more times, much to my pleasure. When we went to get the kids my parents could see, heck, the kids could see that we had worked something out and that we were so much happier.

I knew that our vacation to Jamaica was going to be a test. Joan and I in our talks, had discussed many things and when the offer from my new clients for the ranch trip came so conveniently I never even guessed the real reason. I accepted the gift, and made plans.

Joan had been talking about men and how they all had fantasies about dark skinned women and multiple women, and so on and so forth. Since she had been so right on about everything else, I let her talk me into a few things that just a few months ago I would not have even talked about at all.

Then, talking to the gentlemen about the ranch I discovered what it was like there and what went on there. I almost backed out since I knew that they would probably try to get me to do things that up until now I had only thought about in the back of my head once in a long while.

Between Joan, and the pressure from the clients I started to become open to many things. Then one day the bomb was dropped. My new clients were in talking to me and the four of them hinted at wanting to ‘trade’ some new contracts for some extra ‘favors’ from me.

The vacation coming up was talked about, and how Patrick would be taken care of if I played along, and that I would be able to bring in quite a tidy bit more business. However, and in pretty cold clear terms I was informed that if I wasn’t willing to ‘trade favors’ they would probably pull all their contracts and go elsewhere.

I knew that they were talking about having sex with me. I knew that even to think about it showed a weakness on my part, but they had made me with my firm, hell, they had just made the firm. I knew that if I didn’t perform they would do as they had threatened. I also knew that Sam would probably fire me and at the very least, several others would lose their jobs due to the loss of business.

The threat was also quite real. They could and probably would, talk around and in the long run, with a few words here and there, kill the business that Sam had worked so hard to build. It all rested on my shoulders and I knew that I had some very hard choices to make.

I couldn’t tell Patrick, even though I broke down in tears over it in front of him. I downplayed the whole thing and hoped that he wouldn’t press me too hard. Sending him ahead of me on our ‘vacation’ was the hardest thing I had ever done. 

I had fears of losing him to some woman. I had fears of him leaving me when he found out about the real reason for us to be at the ranch. I was trapped and didn’t see a way out. Joan, whom I thought even then, was a true friend, guided me into making the decisions that the Jamaican’s wanted to see.

I listened to Joan and turned my marriage with Patrick into a one way trip to hell. I was led like a lamb to slaughter and didn’t even see it until it was way too late. My fantasies and my sex life being so strong with the help of Joan, I just couldn’t see that I was being fed a story from start to finish.

My emergency trip to Chicago was to meet with the Jamaican’s and begin the ‘favors’. They didn’t want to fuck me until after we arrived at the ranch and I explained everything to Patrick. By then, what I didn’t see was we would be in a foreign country and not at home. Different rules would be in effect. Rules that I didn’t understand or know.

In Chicago I spent a day working with the clients. That night I was tucked into bed by all four of them. They stripped me naked, and felt me all over. Their fingers and hands were all over my body and as they worked on me I actually orgasmed. None of them got naked. I never saw any part of their bodies at all, other than their heads and hands.

One thing that I will tell you now...while they were telling me that they were going to strip me and massage me, I was expecting to be fucked by all of them. Their massage was nothing but that. Well, maybe a bit more sexual than a real massage, but that was it until the shift to the sensual sexual massage. I slipped from being afraid to comfortable to very turned on.

The oils they used tingled all over. Like little pins pressing against my skin but not puncturing, just pressing ever so closely to the painful point. When I realized that they didn’t mean to fuck me I was almost hurt. By that point I was ready to beg for it. Only thoughts of my husband kept me silent.

I was fingered and caressed with knowing and gentle hands. They brought me up, then over into a long orgasmic plane that seemed to go on forever. I think that the oils they massaged into my body had some kind of herb or maybe even a drug that put me in a place I had never been.

The next morning I had to do a strip tease in the office. There were three other men there and I had never seen them before. Nobody touched me, even though by the time I had finished my strip-tease, I was kind of hoping that someone would. Then we got down to business, me naked and them dressed.

That strip tease was the hardest thing I had ever done. If someone would have told me in college that after I graduated and went to work I would be a plaything for four Jamaican’s I would have either slapped them or laughed at them. Yet, here I was, stripping for them and letting them play with my body.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 03



The whole day was surrealistic. I was kept naked all morning, then dressed for lunch. Then, after getting back to the office, I had to perform yet again. Still nobody touched me. I found that this second strip tease worked me up faster than the first time.

All afternoon was me naked them dressed. Once in a while I was fondled though. Then, at the end of the day, they each took a few minutes apiece and fondled my body all over. I was brought to several orgasms by the time the last man had touched me. Seven men had fondled me in a public office building and gotten me off.

Leaving the office I saw Joan coming out of an adjoining room. I was shocked to say the least. She took my hand and led me to the hotel. There she began to tell me what she was doing there and what was happening in Jamaica with Patrick.

One thing I didn’t know was that adjoining office was a ‘filming’ room and all my activities with the clients had been professionally filmed. I was on film...stripping naked, working naked and being fondled by seven men. Joan was coming to Jamaica and she had those films with her. Insurance that I played along.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 04



Joan was talking fast as we left the office building headed for the hotel. I had just spent the whole day naked in front of men, several that I had never met before. My whole life was spinning out of control, and now Joan, my best friend, was telling me things that I would never have believed, except for what had happened already.

“Ann, there are some things about me that you don’t know. I have not been totally forthright with you this whole time, but I felt that it was in your best interests if I didn’t tell you all before now.”

“Tell me what Joan? What is going on anyway? Why were you here instead of back at the office? Do you know my clients? What is going on?”

“You are very beautiful you know Ann. Many men notice you and your body. I have been a bit jealous from time to time too. When I first met your clients, I mentioned your looks, even gave them a picture of you. Then they learned about your husband Patrick. That is when they really got interested in you.”

“What does Patrick have to do with this? What have you done Joan?”

“Calm down Ann. Calm down. What do you know about Patrick, Ann? His past, his family, his family’s history?”

“Enough to know that I love him with my whole being. That he is my lover and my best friend. His parents love each other too. His dad owns a few businesses and...what does Patrick and his family have to do with anything Joan? These clients of mine are from Jamaica, they couldn’t possibly know anything about Patrick.”

“You may be surprised Ann. Patrick’s grandfather used to be an important man in Jamaica. He had connections all over the island, and from what I gather, he had access to and knew of secrets that white men usually never know.”

“What would that have to do with Patrick? He has never mentioned anything about his grandfather to me.”

“Patrick probably doesn’t know about his grandfather’s history. What I do know is that they want Patrick and more importantly, his seed for some kind of ritual. What it is I am not certain, but I can assure you, after your vacation in Jamaica, you two will be well taken care of. Very well taken care of.”



I laughed. This was so absurd. It was 2003, not 1703. Why on earth would anyone in Jamaica want my husbands sperm? I was thinking that Joan had set me up in some kind of practical joke. A joke that had gone too far too. If Patrick ever found out that I had stripped and let other men touch me as the Jamaicans had, he would probably either leave me or go hunting. 

I began to get real angry at Joan now too. I could see that she had something to do with what was going on with me and Patrick and I was not liking it at all. I could see Joan was getting nervous too. My feelings must have been showing quite plainly.

“Look Ann, Patrick is in Jamaica at the ranch, as you know. They have already...um...well he has supplied some seed for them already.”

“WHAT? What are you saying Joan? Patrick cheated on me? Has he? Joan, tell me the truth...has Patrick been with another woman?”

“Yes. Several other women. They tell me he resisted mightily, but in the end, they got what they wanted. He wasn’t hurt, matter of fact his experience was pleasurable I am told.”

“Oh, pleasurable was it? My husband cheats on me and his experience was pleasurable. How nice for him.”

My chilled voice even cut through my hearing. I was so angry that Patrick had cheated on me with more than one woman and he had only been away from me for a week. Hot tears were running down my face as we walked into my room. I was devastated. 

Joan was still with me and why I hadn’t been hitting her or something I do not know. This had all been such a shock and my whole day had been too far out for me to have come to grips with everything that had happened.

Joan sat me down and called room service for a bottle of wine and something to eat. She just took over while I fell apart. I let her take over too. Even though I was angry with her for not letting me know anything of what she had known, I still considered her a friend. I guess I was hoping that she would be able to tell me all of what had been going on with us, and my clients all this time. 

As I sat on one of the beds in the hotel room, Joan began to tell me all she knew. Her story was too fantastic not to be true. I was stunned at what the real reason for Patrick and I to be invited to the ranch was, and knew that no matter what, we were stuck for the duration now. All of this was my fault too. If I had only quit when I first had my doubts so long ago.

“All I know Ann, and I am sorry that I didn’t warn you this was coming earlier. It’s too late now since Patrick is in Jamaica already. The best you can do is go there and be with him as much as possible now.”

“And then what? What am I supposed to do after this Joan?”

“First of all you need to know that Patrick didn’t want to do anything with the women in Jamaica. He did resist and they had to actually tie him up. Afterwards...after that first time he must have been resigned to his situation. He still resisted them, but most of the fight was out of him. That is when the first ritual seed blessing was done.”

“Oh please. Don’t you mean the first sexual fling for Patrick?”

“Don’t be hard on him Ann. Look, that first night he was there they waited until he was asleep, then they started on him. When he woke up they were already prepared to tie him up. He began to resist and they tied him up tight. Then they tested him to see...well...that he was still virile.”

“They fucked him don’t you mean? Wait...they? How many and did they all have him that first night?”

“Three that night, more the next time. That first night was just to make sure he was his grandfathers grandson. Even I don’t know the reasons for this or their wanting Patrick. I do know that the Jamaican’s had been searching for him or his father for a long time.”

“Are you saying that once they had an idea that Patrick lived where he did they were just finding out things in order to trick him into going to Jamaica?”

“Well, that’s kind of a harsh way to put it...but yes. They had been searching, then they located him. After that they found out you worked for Sam and then they began to figure out a way to get next to you, to get next to Patrick. I know that you have every reason to be...”

“MAD as hell? You bet I do. They schemed this all to get my husband to go to Jamaica for some stupid ritualistic bullshit and I helped them maneuver him right into their hands. Ohhhh...God...I led Patrick right to where they wanted him to go and didn’t have a clue. He will hate me Joan. Hate me!”

“Now, Ann, you are getting a little bit ahead of things. He won’t hate you if you play your cards right. Of course the Jamaican’s will be watching you and your every move from now on and especially in Jamaica at the ranch. If you’ll let me, I want to try to help you.”

“Haven’t you helped me enough already Joan? Setting us up for this...this...”

“I have helped you Ann. How about the things I taught you...you know...the things to do for Patrick? I did that as a friend wanting to help. I didn’t get anything out of it at all. When the Jamaican’s first contacted me about Patrick and you...you had already gotten the contract. They would have gotten Patrick and you there with or without my help. I knew that you may need some help when this got sticky and I am here for you now.”

“I’m supposed to believe this? How can I trust you at all Joan? You lied to me once already and now I’m just supposed to roll over and pretend that you have been straight forward with me all this time. I don’t think so.”

“Well, the way I see it Ann, you don’t have much of a choice. I will help you if you let me. I want to help you because you are my friend. Whether you believe it or not.”

I was stuck, that I could see. I needed Joan and her ‘help’ at least until I could figure out what to do to get Patrick and myself out of this mess. I was at my wits ends knowing what I had done today with those men, and the guilt from the day I had gotten that contract...with they guys in the office. Now my husband was in Jamaica for some ritualistic thing and for all I knew in terrible danger as well.

“Ok. Ok. I need your help and you seem to know more than you’re letting on to me at the moment. If you want to help you have to tell me everything. I need to know how to get Patrick out of this mess.”

What Joan next told me scared and yet fascinated me totally. It was history that I had never heard before. History about my husbands family that probably even Patrick’s father didn’t know. Joan told me about his grandfather and how he had been some kind of Shaman. Practicing ancient magical arts that were taught to him by his grandfather. 

The teaching had stopped with Patrick’s grandfather. Why I was not sure. Patrick’s grandfather had been a very powerful and even dangerous person in his time. Part of the reason that he had moved to America when he did was due to a fear of others trying to harm his family to learn his secrets.

It seemed that a small sect had kept practicing his grandfather’s old ways waiting for that day when they could begin again to build into a power that once was. I had trouble understanding a white man in Jamaica having this kind of power, this kind of knowledge, but Joan assured me that Patrick’s grandfather had lived and believed his ‘religion’ devoutly.

After a long night of lots of tears and learning things about my husband’s family that I was sure even he did not know, I found myself looking forward to seeing Patrick again. I knew that he had been taken by other women. I could see that it was not his fault, although I had twinges of jealously and even a bit of fear that he would have found someone else who was better than me in sexual ways.

Some of what Joan told me led to believe that they wanted Patrick to continue some bloodline that was connected through his grandfather. They also wanted to keep Patrick there and have him be the next high priest. I knew that Patrick would never go for that. At least I hoped that he wouldn’t. After all, we had lives and children back home. Children that needed their parents. BOTH of their parents.

Joan talked me though many doubts and gave me lots of advice on how to act when I first saw Patrick again. I took her at her word, although I had some reservations. What she was saying to me sounded good and even sounded like she was being a true friend. But, she had been less than truthful with me before.

I was also worried about the Jamaican’s too. I could remember their talking about ‘having’ me in Jamaica when I was with my husband. I didn’t know what to expect with that. I was concerned since I wanted to remain faithful to my husband now more than ever.

Getting off the plane in Jamaica, the limo ride, and the walk through the ranch was another surrealistic trip for me. The exotic beauty of the island, the people walking and carrying things as they were made me think I had stepped into another world. I had, I just didn’t know it yet.

Seeing Patrick on the bed, naked, I felt so many emotions course through my body that I almost turned and ran. He looked at me as he woke up and I could see the guilt cross his face. He started to get up then realizing that Joan was standing there looking at his nakedness, he covered up with the sheet. 

I smiled as best I could, faced with some evidence of his having been unfaithful with me, knowing the whole time it wasn’t like he had any other choice in the matter. Still, it hurt. That look on his face was one that would probably never leave my mind. Pained, guilt, shame, and...something else...some little spark of something I had seen before.

When it hit me I almost lost it and began to cry. I was able to hold my tears back and keep that damned smile on my face though. I had realized that one little spark was his love for me. He had that look of love that had never gone away. I was so happy that I may have not lost him to another woman, I was overcome with emotion.

“I can explain Ann. I was asleep and...”

“No. Don’t. Patrick, I know about what you have done and you had no choice. I can see that you still love me and that you feel bad about everything. I am hurt, but I also know that it isn’t your fault.”

“Hurt? But I was told that you knew. That you ordered a special treatment for me. What’s going on here Ann? Joan? What in the hell is going on here?”

“I didn’t know Patrick. I do now, but yesterday I had no idea what was happening to you here. It will be all right. We need to talk, just you and I. There is a lot you need to know. A fantastic story that you will not believe. A true story nonetheless.”

I jumped into the bed with my husband and hugged him close to me. I showered him with kisses and then, as Joan looked on, my horniness of the last days took over and I began to strip off my clothes.

Patrick was just at a loss for words as I stripped. Joan stood there and didn’t leave the room. I could tell she wanted to see more of my husband, and at that moment, I didn’t care one bit who watched us. I had something I needed to prove to myself right away. I had to know if my husband still wanted me. If I were still his number one lover and best friend.

“Ann, what are you doing? Joan is right there. So is Sanya. Slow down and lets talk first.”

“No, I have to know something right now Patrick, and I don’t care if the whole world watches. I need you. I want you.”

I had stripped off the last of my clothes just as I finished up telling Patrick what I wanted. Naked, I slipped onto the bed and taking his cock in my hands I began to suck and lick on him aggressively. He winced a bit as I moved my lips down over his length. Looking into his eyes I saw that there was some kind of pain lurking in them.

I slowed down and started over, gently licking and lightly touching. Suddenly it dawned on me that he was sore from the sex he had been having. Just how much sex he had with the women here I didn’t know, but I could guess that it must have been quite a bit.

I pulled away, and to my surprise Patrick begged me to continue. The look in his eyes was one of need, but a need that those other women hadn’t been able to deliver. I could see his love for me, in that one look. His heart still belonged to me, well, so far anyway. I planned to keep it that way too.

I went back to licking his cock and soon his hardness was throbbing in my mouth. As soon as I knew he was close, I began to work his cock farther and farther into me. I felt my throat muscles try to block out the intruder, that hot hard shaft, but I relaxed myself and soon I felt my lips caressing his balls as his hard shaft massaged my throat.

I opened my eyes to see Patrick staring at me with undisguised lust and love at the same time. His hands were on my head, guiding me as I began to literally fuck his shaft with my mouth and throat. He pulled on my shoulder, but I shook my head and stayed where I was. I wanted him to shoot into my throat first thing. 

He groaned loudly as he got closer and closer to orgasm. I redoubled my efforts and pretty soon, with his shaft throbbing and jumping around, he began to shoot into my mouth. I buried my head on his crotch, his whole cock down my throat, barely able to contain my gag reflex as I felt his scalding hot cum spray my throat.

After he came he relaxed back. I moved up to lay on top of his prone body, my nakedness tightly adhered to his. He put his arms around me and held me closely, out hearts beating out a rythym together. My lips on his. 

After a bit, he began to move me off of his body and he slipped up to move over me. Glancing around I saw six more black women plus Sanya and Joan, still watching us. Patrick kissed me all over my face and as I held his eyes on mine, he began to kiss his way down my body. Soon I could feel his hot breath on my shaved and very wet pussy. His fingers slipping through those lips, caressing me as his mouth and tongue got closer and closer.

The other women began to crowd in closer until Patrick pulled his head up and motioned them away. 

“Back. This time is for my wife and my wife alone. Back off now.”

Sanya made a little move with her head and the other women moved back. I was not sure what they had planned on doing, just that Patrick, my Patrick, had made them move back. I softly took his head in my hands and sitting up slightly, I kissed him throughly and suggestively. He took my shoulders in his hands and laid me back down.

His mouth moved back over my body as he once again worked his way down to my steaming pussy. Soon I was in nirvana as he expertly licked and sucked me. At one point he took my legs in his hands and forced them up and back, until my knees were touching my breasts. Then I felt his tongue caressing my lower pussy, with light caresses down to my asshole. Those feather light licks were driving me crazy with lust and need.

He kept it up until I was almost ready to orgasm, then he would back off, letting me down a bit, before starting to work on me some more. After about six or seven close calls like that, he started to finger wherever his tongue wasn’t at the time. One finger in my tight little asshole, one in my pussy, then back to my asshole. He kept it up trading with his tongue until I began to orgasm with no stopping. Patrick dove his tongue in tightly to my pussy, his tongue tugging on my clit, then his lips sucking on it like it was a little cock.

That coupled with his fingering of my ass put me over and had me cumming hard. I grabbed his head and pulled so hard I was afraid that I had suffocated him as soon as my senses came back. He was breathing ok although I don’t know how. He kept licking me and tonguing me as I came back to the real world.

Pretty soon he had me working up again. He built me up, closer and closer until I was about to cum again only this time he pulled away and moved up my body, his hot hard shaft rubbing on my leg as he did.

I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. My tender pussy lips caressing it and begging for it to enter. I moved a bit trying to get his cock to shove inside me but he held off. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. I tried to move my head up to kiss him but he held off, just looking into my eyes.

I began to beg for him to fuck me.

“Patrick...please. I need you. Please...f...fuck...FUCK ME.”

“What? What do you want me to do Ann?”

“Fuck me Patrick. You know that I want yo inside me. Please. Fuck me.”

“What do you want Ann?”

God damn-it Patrick, FUCK ME. Fuck me with your hard cock. Please don’t tease me anymore. Just fuck me.”

As I begged for it like that the last time he rammed his cock inside me. I wasn’t expecting it and he knocked the wind out of me as his cock drove deeply into me. I held on for dear life, loving every inch, every second, every muscle begging for him to fuck me hard and fast.

He rammed me again and again, then slowed down to a soft and light pace. Then, just when I got used to the new pace, he once again began to ram me hard and fast. He kept this up several times, with stops in between when I got too close to cumming. We had never fucked like this before. He was driving me up the cliff and then, without warning, he drove me over and off.

My orgasm snuck up on me and when it hit me I was overwhelmed with it’s intensity. Patrick was still fucking me hard and fast as I came and came. My nerve endings were on fire, my legs and arms wrapped around my husband as tight as I could get them. My pussy flooding with my juices.

In the background I heard someone screaming loudly. I wanted to tell them to shut up that they were being too loud, when I realized that it was me screaming. I was screaming in orgasm and hadn’t realized it until that very moment.

After I came I felt Patrick lay next to me and hold me close. I fell asleep that way. In my husbands arms. Happy and content. Having just had the best and most delicious orgasm I had ever had in my life.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 04



I woke up hours later, alone on the bed. I heard a shower running and as I sat up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I saw that a cart had been brought into the room. There were trays of food, fruits, hot vegetables, and some kind of rice and meat dish. I saw nobody else in the room, so I got up, naked, and went over to the cart to get something to eat.

Just as I began to pick out some food, the bathroom door opened and Patrick came out, wrapped in a towel. 

“Hey sweet heart. How are you?”

“Oh Patrick. That was...your were...awesome. Thank you.”

“Ann, look, about the...”

“Patrick, you didn’t know, I didn’t know, we had no idea what was going on. We were set up. It has to do with your grandfather. Something that he did in the past, a long, long time ago. We’ve been led into a trap of sorts, and it was all my fault.”

I felt the tears fall as I choked on my last words. The guilt of what I had done over the last days, and the shame of my thoughts and my actions overcame me and I just stood there crying. Even though I hadn’t actually cheated on my husband, I felt as if I had anyway. What really got to me though was how kind and loving Patrick was being with me. I realized that I was probably the most lucky woman in the world to have him for a husband.

“Ann, don’t cry. It’s not your fault. I’m not sure what’s going on yet, but I think that it’s me they want for some strange reason. I don’t get it yet, but you are not the reason nor the cause we are here. They would have gotten me here one way or the other. I just wish you were safely away from here at the moment though.”

“I don’t think they mean to hurt you Patrick. Me either. They need you for something. I’m not sure myself, except that I know it has to do with your grandfather and his being some kind of Shaman or Priest of some type.”

“What? My grandfather was just a man. A wealthy man, but a normal everyday kind of guy. He was no Priest or Shaman.”

“I was told that you wouldn’t know because he kept it from all of you, your father included. While he lived here a longtime ago he was involved in some kind of religion or cult thing. He was very important in it and had a lot of power.”

“Well, I sure don’t know anything so why go to all this trouble? I can’t tell them anything about him like they want to know.”

“They know all they need to know Patrick. Joan told me that they needed...that they...that your...”

“What Ann? That I’m what?”

“They need your sperm for some kind of ritual or something. I don’t know it all, I don’t think that Joan knows anymore than that either. They need something only you can give them.”

“Oh man, this is so much bullshit. This is 2003 for Christ’s sake. I have no magic, I have no power, what the hell is wrong with these people anyway?”

We talked for a couple of hours. The people in charge of us weren’t seen at all during this time. I found that I was getting horny after eating. It was a strange feeling and I didn’t understand it until I realized that the food must have been spiked with something.

I looked at Patrick and I saw that he too was getting real horny too. We had been tricked yet again. This wasn’t so bad though because my husband and I were together now. I got up and decided to go with the flow. Taking Patrick’s hand, I led him over to the sofa and sat him down on it.

I stood back up and then, going over to the stereo I turned on some music. It reverberated through the room in a sexy and slow beat. I stepped up in front of my husband and began to sway to the beat, moving as sexily as I could. I saw Patrick licking his lips as my body moved. I leaned in and let my breasts rub across his chest. His towel slid around his hips. I moved in close and grabbed that towel and pulled it away, tossing it over the back of a chair nearby.

My moves became more and more heated as the beat of the music began to rise. My hips were flipping side to side as my breasts began to jiggle around with the increased tempo. Patrick reached out and caressed my breasts, his hands slipping across my nipples, teasing them to hardness. 

I stepped in close, going between Patrick’s legs, my knees pushing his legs wider. I bent down slightly and let my hands move over his hardening cock. My breath on his chest as I began to fondle and stroke him. He moved his hands to my pussy, fingers slipping through those lips, then after finding that tight little hole, inside of me.

I moaned loudly in the room, though the music covered it up. Patrick began to stroke his fingers in and out of me as I stroked his hard cock. I went to my knees, his fingers slipping out of me. He soon had my breasts in his hands, pulling and tugging on my nipples. I took his shaft into my mouth and began to suck him.

Suddenly, I was roughly pulled up and away from my husband. There were eight women in the room, and three had grabbed me while the others were holding Patrick down on the sofa. He was struggling and broke free. He was not being gentle at all with them, women or not.

He moved to help me and as he did the leader, Sanya stepped up behind him and stuck a needle in his butt. Patrick turned to see what was going on and fell to the floor. I cried out as he went down, fearing the worst.

“Calm down lady. He will be ok woman. Just a little something to calm him down. Here, it feels like this.”

Saying that, someone stuck me with a needle too. I felt a hot stinging sensation, then all went black. Awakening later, how long I wasn’t sure, I found myself in a room all by myself. I was tied to a bed, spread eagled, and very naked. I felt a tingling all over my body and looking around I saw that someone had rubbed me down with some kind of oil.

The room was nice looking, but the bed I was on was weird. Actually I don’t think it was a bed more than it was a bench with super padding on it. I could see that it was an ‘X’ shape, with a small pillow added for my head. My arms were the top part of the ‘X’ and my legs were the bottom. The padding was soft and smooth, but not leather. More like an animal skin of some type. Very fine fur covering wherever my skin touched.

Looking around to the sides I saw things hanging from brackets and chains. Some of them were barely recognizable as long dildos while others had no shape that would lend me an idea of their purpose. I realized that I was trapped and no way to get loose. I began to shake in fear as the full import of my situation came to my thoughts.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 05



When I woke to see Ann standing in the bedroom smiling at me my feelings of shame and guilt began to overwhelm me. I could see tears in Ann's eyes, just short of falling down her cheeks. I realized that I was naked and that Joan was standing there looking at me, as well as Sanya.

Ann and I both began to talk at the same time, but I let Ann go when I realized that I had no way of explaining the last two days to her. What she told me left me feeling cold and a bit afraid as to what we had gotten ourselves involved in.

When Ann laid on the bed with me and we kissed I knew that she still loved me. I could see the pain and hurt in her eyes though. Even though she knew that none of this was my fault, there was still jealously and hurt to be dealt with. 

When Ann began to kiss me, and then stripping her clothes off, I was a bit surprised. Suddenly I knew that now more than ever, I had to perform for her. I could see she had doubts about my feelings for her.

Neither of us said or did anything about the two women who watched us as we began to make love. That is exactly what it was too...making love. Even though we were in very unknown and possibly dangerous territory, I knew that I still loved my wife and that she still loved me.

I remember that once we got into the moment, Ann was very active and loud even. Her moans and cries were of a stranger. I had never heard her like this. My changing pace in my strokes into her must have helped her get to that place too.

When she began to cum, her scream was so loud it startled me at first. Her arms and legs were around me so tight, as I pulled out of her tightness, I was lifting her body off the bed. The intensity of the moment was so strong that I came pretty hard too.

Later, when we both woke up and ate that damned food, I couldn't tell right away that it had been spiked. But, since it was still just Ann and I only, I let down my guard. I fought hard when the other women came in and took Ann away from me, forcing her to stand across the room as the other five women tried to hold me.

I was fighting for both of us, and had almost gotten to Ann when I was taken down with that drug injected into my ass cheek. I felt the sting and then the hot rush in my veins. I got dizzy and in what seemed like only a few seconds, but was probably a few minutes, I began to lose consciousness. I was out cold before I hit the floor, the last thing I remember hearing was Ann screaming in anguish.

When I came too, I was back in the room with the circular bed. This time I was tied spread eagle, naked, and oiled with that tingly oil again. Looking around I saw that a rather large, maybe 50 inch or so LCD television had been set up in front of the bed where I could see it clearly.

It was off at the moment. Sanya and eight other women came into the room and stood in a circle around the bed, staring at me, but not saying a single word. Then, four men entered and took up positions, two on one side and two on the other of the TV screen.

"Ah. Patrick we have not been formerly introduced yet. I know you, but I also have you at a serious disadvantage. You don't know me. Or us."

"What's going on? Why..."

"Why, you will know shortly. Well, a part of the why you will know shortly. The what, you can thank your grandfather and his grandfather for that. You see, they, your grandfather and great- great grandfather, were Shaman Priest's. Their influence and power are still mentioned today as a matter of fact."

"My grandfather was just a man."

"NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. Your grandfather was far more than ‘Just a man' as you say. He had great power, much magic, and was very loved by his people. He walked with the Gods and Goddess's closely and in ways that none have ever before or since. When he left us there was great danger to his family and to all of us. He never got to fulfill his part of the prophecy handed down from his grandfather."

"What the hell are you talking about? My grandfather was a gentle and loving man who attended the Lutheran Church every Sunday like clock-work. He was no more a ‘Shaman', than I am."

He looked at me then sighed. The other three men looked at one another with guarded and stern glances. I could see that they were getting tired of my insistence that my grandfather was not the man they thought he was.

"Patrick. You have much to learn and a very short time in which to learn it in. Don't assume that you know anything of your grandfather's history because you don't. We know that even your father doesn't know of your grandfather's past. You must listen to us and learn what you need to do and know. It will make things for your beautiful wife much easier, and your stay here will be far shorter as well."

"What does Ann have to do with this? It's me you want. Leave her alone and do whatever you're going to do, do it to me. Do I have any choice at all in this matter?"

"No."

"Nothing I say or do will convince you that you have the wrong man?"

He nodded to the man standing next to him, who held out two photographs for me to see. I instantly recognized them both as pictures of my grandfather when he was a young man. His dress was strange, native looking even. But I could still easily see the features of my grandfather's face.

The background was a strange place, and there were other's in the second picture. People that were obviously dark-skinned and also dressed as natives. A chill ran through my body as I realized that I had not known my grandfather near as well as I had thought.

"Your grandfather, just before he left us to go to America. As you can see, he was dressed as the High Priest he was. His power, as I said earlier, was great. Greater even than his grandfather's. It is felt that your power could be even greater than your grandfather's, if you knew how to use it. As it is, you can't even see that you have power's beyond a normal human. A shame actually."

"Powers? ME? Who are you trying to kid here? I certainly do not have any kind of powers like you are saying. Don't you think that I would notice it if I had special powers?"

"You probably have noticed them but assume, and mistakenly I might add, that everyone has them. Your dreams, you have seen and done things in your dreams haven't you?"

His last question was more of a statement than asking me. It was as if he already knew the answer, and was checking with me for what? Honesty? Cooperation?

"Everyone has. I've flown and had powers to do things, yes. But everyone I have ever known has told me similar things that they have dreamed of too. That doesn't mean I have any powers."

"Ah, but you see, your dreams are on a plane that no others dream on. When you have dreamed, our interpreters have seen them as well. Clear from America where you have lived, they have clearly seen your dreams when you dreamed them. Even when you were a small child they saw. Even your grandfather did not have that power. That strength. Your are at least ten times as powerful as he ever was."

I was afraid. I could tell that they knew more about me than I knew about me. Do you have any idea of what kind of feeling that gave me? To be tied up spread-eagled on a bed, naked, and ten or so people standing there telling you that you have powers? That those powers came from your grandfather and that your powers are ten times stronger than his ever were? How stupid that must have looked to anyone who might have walked in at that moment?

If I had such great powers, why was I tied to this bed naked? Why were my wife and I in such a predicament? If I had these powers as they claimed, why had I not even had a twinge of uneasiness in coming here in the first place?

"We need your seed Patrick. You have given us some, but we need more, much more. We also need other things from you as well. Only you can give us back what we need to continue on. We need you far more than you realize. We are also prepared to go to any length to achieve our goals. We ask you now for your cooperation. If you will give us freely of what we need, you and your beautiful wife will be released, taken home unharmed."

"And, if I don't? If I fight you every step of the way?"

"Then, I am afraid that at least for your wife, it could be quite...lets just say, an unforgettable experience. Until you give us what we need, you will be kept here. Both of you. For however long it takes. We have no choice in this matter. For reasons you can't possibly understand, we have to take these desperate measures."

"Leave my wife out of this. If you so much as harm one hair on her head I will die before giving you what you need."

"We will not harm her Patrick. We will...shall I say...give her something. Lots of something that will cause her to need it more and more. After a while, even you won't be able to give her what she will so desperately need. It will be out of our hands, and your hands by that time. I sincerely hope that you will cooperate with us before she crosses that border into that place."

"Drugs? You are going to drug her, get her hooked on some drugs? Is that it?"

"Drugs?  No, you misunderstand Patrick. There are things far more dangerous and controlling than drugs. We will give her...well...actually, she will give herself over to a new life. We will show her a path that for most, is unique. Her new ‘path' will become her life. Her needs will become the sustenance of her life to the point that only those who know the secrets can fulfill them. She will willingly go to where those needs can be met. No matter where they are or how hard she has to struggle to get there."

"Not drugs? Then what..."

"Needs of sexual and personal ways can be the overpowering cause of many to lose sight of their original intents in life. Some can be taken there very easily, others require much hard work to get them to that level of need. Once they have been seduced to that plane though, they want more. Always they want more."

"Sex? You'd use my wife sexually?"

"Well, at first she will resist in her mind. Then the oils and herbs we use mixed in with the ritual massage, well, she won't think of it as being ‘used' as you put it Patrick. She will be...begging us to help her. Of course, our whole goal is to help those in need. You see, after an hour or so, the help that she needs could wear off. She will return to normal. If the oils and ritual continues beyond that, after too many hours, there will never be any release for her. Her needs will be too strong."

"The oils have drugs in them then. You will be drugging her into a haze that she will not know nor will she freely give of herself. Your drugs will have made her easy to induce to your will."

"No Patrick. You fail to understand yet again. The oils have been treated with herbs and natural plants that will...hmmmm...enhance...her own deep desires. Desires so deep that she has never lived them. Her body will be allowed to explore new plateaus of sensuality that she has not known about. Then, if by the time she has gone to that certain point, and you have yet to give of yourself what we need, she will be allowed to go beyond. Trust me when I say that once she has gone there, never will she come back freely. Never will she be the same. One could say that in this instance, too much of a good thing..."

The way he left that sentence open-ended sent a chill through my body and into my heart. I was scared for my wife. Ann had changed so much with her new job, and now that I knew just what her limits had been, they would soon be radically changed, and if I didn't cooperate, forever changed.

I decided that regardless of what I thought now, I had to do whatever these people wanted me to do in order to save my wife. The threat that this man had alluded to sounded like whatever was in that oil, would cause my wife to become a psychotic nympho manic, and unrecoverably so. If there were such a thing, I certainly didn't want my Ann to become one.

"Ok...please don't hurt her or use that oil on her. Please. I'll do whatever you require of me."

"Oh, Patrick, we have to show you a taste of what will be should you decide to change your mind. I'm afraid that the first phase of the...ritual...has begun fifteen minutes ago, when the oil was massaged on to her very lovely, very naked, body. We will watch, and when the time comes that we can see you are throughly convinced of what you need to do, I will see to it that Ann is released from the...ritual. She may be unharmed, but there have been some women who have not released well afterwards. If only you would have been a bit more cooperative at first."

"Cooperative? You have not given me a chance to even try to be cooperative this whole time. I just told you that I will do whatever you want. Let my wife go."

This whole trip was becoming a true nightmare for me and now Ann. I could see that regardless of what I would have done the first night when Sanya and the others had taken me, he would have continued to this point anyway. My only hope was that Ann would be okay afterwards. I believed what he was telling me would happen to her since I had already had a taste of that oil once. 

One of the men on the other side of the TV reached out and taking the remote, turned it on. What I saw on the screen chilled me to the bone. Ann, tied to some kind of ‘X' shaped bench. Her naked body had a sheen, evidently from the oil that he had told me about. 

The screen was split into four views of my wife tied and laying here. The view from her feet looking up towards her head showed her whole body plainly leaving nothing out of sight. Then there was a side view from either side, and then lastly, one from above her head looking down towards her feet.

I saw a naked dark-skinned woman come into view. She wasn't totally naked as she had some kind of belt with pockets on each hip. Her left hand was in the pocket on her left hip. As she stepped up to Ann I heard her saying something in a soft sing-song voice. 

Ann struggled for a bit then relaxed in her bindings. Her eyes never left the naked woman standing over her. The woman's left hand came into view from the pocket and I could see some kind of powder in it. The woman lightly blew it all over Ann's body in a clockwise motion.

Ann closed her eyes as the powder stirred through the air, coming to rest on her body. Out of the right hand pocket the woman took a small vial. After opening it she sprinkled it's contents all over Ann's body in the same clockwise motion.

Ann laid there, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving with her now labored breathing. I could see her nipples getting hard and a deep flush began to grow outwards from between her breasts. Her toes curled tightly into her feet and her hands were balled into fists. Her mouth was slightly open as she tried to catch her breath.

"PLEASE. I"LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL. DON'T HURT MY WIFE."

"Patrick, don't yell mon. It will be all right. For now."

"No, don't do this to her. Please. I'll do anything you want, just leave her alone. I can't stand to see her..."

"Can't stand to see her in the deepest sexual state she has ever been in? Patrick, I thought you loved your wife. Your should be happy that we are taking her to where she has never been."

"No...you're not making her happy. She's scared...look at her. She is in mortal fear right now. You have tied her down to that...that..."

"Patrick, you must calm down. She will be all right. When you see how much of a sexual person she is, how much she has held back, you will both benefit. Just relax and watch for now. In a little bit I will tell you the first of the things we need from you and depending on your cooperation, she will be allowed to come back to...normal."

"You bastard's. You mother-fuckers."

"Now, now Patrick. No need to resort to vulgar language. I know that you are under quite a bit of stress at the moment. You see your wife, naked and so...vulnerable...there. It would stress me to see my wife that way also. Especially with what comes next. Just remember...you must be strong for her. You really love Ann don't you?"

"YES. I love her with all my heart. Please. Don't do this. I'm begging you."

"She will enjoy this for now. Then when we all get what we need, she will be released unharmed. I give you my word on it."

I had no choice. I hadn't had a choice since this had started it seemed. I nodded at him, hoping that he would see that I was serious about wanting to help him. I wanted to kill them all, but I was not in any position to do anything at the moment but what they wanted.

Ann was now undulating on the table as much as her body was allowed to, tied down the way it was. The woman with her took out a bottle from the right hip pocket and pouring some oil into her cupped hand, then she began to massage Ann's body. Starting at her feet, she slowly worked her way up, a little on each leg at a time. 

Reaching her upper thighs, Ann was moaning and rolling her hips as much as she could. Then the lady moved up to her tummy and began to massage the oil into Ann's body, working up from there. When she reached Ann's breasts, she moved to rub between them being careful to not brush or touch anywhere on the globes that were now a deep red flush.

After getting the oil massaged all the way to Ann's neck, the lady did each of Ann's arms. Clear down to each individual finger, all the way to the fingertips. This meticulous massage had Ann revved up. I knew that the oil and whatever ‘herb' was in it had caused her to be reacting this way, but still I had never seen Ann this worked up before.

I then remembered when they had used the oil on me my first day here. How I had been all worked up but unable to orgasm. I knew that this was probably what Ann was feeling like right now.

As I watched, the woman started on Ann's breasts, rubbing and then pinching her nipples. Ann's nipples, while always sensitive, were now in overdrive. They stuck out farther than I had ever seen them stick out before. I was amazed.               

Ann was moaning almost non-stop now. I cold see that her eyes were glazed over and she was off in a sexual heat like no other. The woman's hands were on Ann's breasts for quite some time until she moved down her tummy. 

Pulling out yet another bottle of oil, the woman poured some directly on Ann's bellybutton. A little puddle laying there on her soft skin. Then the massage continued. The lady scooped some of that puddle of oil onto her fingers and went directly to Ann's pussy lips. Softly she rubbed those oiled fingers over Ann's most private place.

Ann actually screamed out as the oil evidently caused her to feel something more than just that woman's touch. Whimpering, she began to beg the woman for relief. The woman just rubbed even more oil onto her lips, then down to her tight little brown bud. 

Thrashing, Ann was desperately trying to get the woman to touch her clit, but the woman was too quick and experienced for her to allow that. When the woman was done oiling her up, she stood and motioned to someone standing outside of the views of the cameras.

Sanya walked into view and stood near Ann's head. She looked up into the camera directly into my eyes. 

"Now Patrick...remember your night and see what your woman looks like at the height of a passion you have never seen. She will beg for relief and the only relief will be from The Four."

I was momentarily confused until I realized that the four men had left the room. They next showed on the camera's, stripping off their clothes. Ann was vocally begging Sanya for relief now. 

"Please. I need...I want...it's too much. I need to...Oh God...please."

"What do you want lady? What is it that you desire?"

"I need...I have to have relief. Please. I need my husband. Where's Patrick? Please?"

"What will relieve you Ann?"

"You know...I need...I want to be...Ohhhhhh... I need my Patrick."




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 05



"Tell me Ann. What do you need? What do you want?"

"COCK. I need to be fucked. Please...I need relief. Where's Patrick? I need my husband."

I felt so proud of my wife at that moment. I knew the pressure she was under with the oils working on her like they had worked on me. Still, she begged for me. I knew that she truly loved me, but this was added benefit of her love for me.

"Oh Ann. Patrick is...tied up at the moment. He won't be available for you for several hours yet."

"NO. I need him now. Please go get him for me?"

"I can't dear. But I can get you someone to help you with your need. He will be exactly what you want. Trust me."

"No, I can't cheat on Patrick. I'm married. I need my husband. I can't...I just cant'..."

Sanya reached out and lightly stroked Ann's pussy in one long slow stroke. By the time she finished that one stroke Ann had begun to change her mind. She was desperate, and I knew how desperate since I had been there before.

"Will you help me? Can you do that again? Please?"

"Oh, I could not do that as well as that special man could. He is right here, should I let him help you?"

"Oh...no...I...I...well...NO...I can't. Could you untie just one arm? I could relieve myself then."

Ann was wavering and I could see that in a matter of minutes she would succumb to their treatment of her. As I watched, Sanya stroked Ann once again. Ann stiffened and then moaned loudly. 

This time she begged harder. Sanya stroked her yet again. Ann begged more. Still resisting the offer of the other man. Finally, Sanya stroked Ann and actually slipped two fingers fully into her, and after a little motion like fucking her, she pulled away.

Ann laid slack in her bindings, her breath coming in great gasps. When she calmed down, Sanya once more asked Ann if the man would work for her.

"NO. Uhhh...YES. Please. I have to have relief. Please, get him now."

He stepped up between Ann's spread legs and reaching out, caressed her breasts. His hard cock while not any larger than mine, was somewhat fatter. It was brushing her overheated pussy as he bent to touch her breasts. Ann was begging him, looking into his eyes. I could see almost pain in her expression as she asked him to help her.

He remained silent. Pretending to not hear her. Ann cried out and asked him again.

"Please, help me."

Silence.

"PLEASE, I'm begging you. I need you. Please. PLEASE."

Silence.

"OH GOD, I've got to have you in me now. PLEASE. You bastard. Please. Take me."

So softly, I didn't realize at first that he was talking to her.

"What is it you want lady?"

"YOU...YOUR COCK. I need you to FUCK ME."

"Oh, but you are married aren't you lady?"

"Yes...bu..but I need...I want you to take me. PLEASE, FUCK ME."

"You want this then lady?"

He took his erection in hand and tapped her pussy with it. The head of his fat cock was hitting her clit each time. Ann shuddered on each tap. I could see her need was far and beyond anything I had ever seen in a person before. Not even in porno flicks had I seen someone with such need.

"YESSSSSSS Put it in me. FUCK ME. TAKE ME. PLEASE."

With those words he aligned his cock to her wet and almost open hole. Then, ever so slowly he began to push inside her. I was watching my wife being taken by another man, and even though I was angry, upset, and hurting, I realized that my cock was rock hard at the sight and sounds of what I was seeing and hearing.

I was having a hard time holding my head up now. One of the women standing by the bed slipped up on it, and kneeling behind me, she worked my head up on to her lap. I could smell her pussy aroma and felt the heat wafting up from her. 

Her hands came down and began to stroke my face. Softly and gently she moved her hands up and down my cheeks, massaging my forehead then neck. Again and again she rubbed just right all over my head. My view of the man fucking my wife was unobstructed too. I could see that he was taking an extremely long time pushing in then pulling out. Ann was trying everything in her power to get him to ram her hard and fast, yet he just kept up that slow interminable pace.

Ann was crying now. Tears running down from her eyes, onto the pillow supporting her head. She was in such need that it had to have been hurting her now. I remembered how I had felt and any jealously I had left me.

I knew that she was not doing this freely. I knew the need that built with each passing moment. I remembered the tingly feeling of the oils. I was hoping that the man wouldn't press her too much farther before allowing her release.

A second man stepped up next to Ann's head, hard cock in his hand. He began to rub in all over Ann's face and mouth. She opened her mouth, waiting for his cock to slip in between those hot, wet, inviting, lips.

When he kept rubbing her face, she began to turn and twist her head, trying to capture his cock with her tongue. He kept away from her mouth, teasing her. The man in her pussy was still slow- poking along driving her even farther into that hell called nirvana.

I realized that they weren't going to let her cum either. Unlike when I had been given the oil in my mouth, they were withholding that oil to swallow that would allow her to have the relief. I also knew that she would fuck herself to death trying to cum now, and not be able to. Until they gave her that oil, she was stuck on that edge between heaven and hell, waiting.

In spite of the fact that I was observing my wife's...well...rape...I was also getting turned on with the visuals I saw. There was something about seeing my wife laying there, helpless yet so turned on that she was desperately working her body as much as she could to get more and more of the maleness that was presented to her.

In the back of my head I began to think of a way to get us out of here. I had to do something and I knew that as long as Ann was strapped there like she was and they had the oils on her like they did, there would be no relief for either of us.

Looking back at the TV screen I saw that Ann had now taken that tempting cock into her mouth and down her throat. I could see her neck swelling as he would press fully inside her, the head of his cock outlined in her soft and very full throat. 

The man that had been fucking her pulled away and a woman stepped in and began to lick and tongue Ann's pussy. I could see Ann's tummy rolling and moving as she came close to cumming, but she just couldn't get over into that plateau. 

I noticed that the man who had fucked her stroked off his load of cum into a large jar that was sitting nearby on a small table. When the man in her throat began to get close to orgasm he too pulled out and walked over to that same jar and stroked off into it as well. Then Ann was left with just the woman licking and sucking her. I could see that the woman was fingering her exposed butt as well as her pussy, and Ann was moaning loudly as she came so close to cumming.

The leader or man who had been doing most of the talking then turned to a camera and looking directly into it he asked me;

"Patrick, are you ready to provide that which we need now? Your lovely wife has had a taste of what is in store for her for the next two hours. After that...well, I hope that you cooperate and then she will be released to come to your arms."

I saw the camera just above the TV screen. He could obviously see and hear me as I could see and hear him. It hit me suddenly, that even if I got free, I could never find Ann in time to get her to safety. I had no idea where she was at.

"Yes. Anything, whatever you want. I'll cooperate fully with you now."

In the back of my head I knew that I was far from being willing to do anything they wanted. I knew that for me to be able to do anything at all, I had to be free of the ropes that tied me down to this damned bed first. Then, once free, I might be able to figure out how to get Ann and myself out of this mess.

"GOOD. I love to have people cooperate with me. It makes things...smoother. First, we will need you to provide some more of that wonderful life giving seed that you have. Then, well, there is a High Priestess that will require your...services. I'm sure that you will more than enjoy those services too."

The way he said that I would "more than enjoy those services" let me know that they expected me to be very willing and ready to be with the Priestess. I could tell from his inflection that there would be bad consequences if the Priestess was not pleased with me. I wondered who the Priestess was and if I had seen her here at all yet.

I was having a hard time understanding why they needed me so bad. I couldn't see how my ‘seed' would do them any good in the near term, and I knew nothing of what my grandfather had known about their religion either. 

There was much going on here that I didn't understand. Thinking about what I would have to accomplish to get free of them started to take up a large amount of my time. It wasn't like I had a lot of other things to do, or could do at the moment. I only hoped that Ann would be able to survive intact from her treatment.

They made me watch for about an hour more as each of the four orally and vaginally had my wife. Then, just as I thought they were done with her, that woman who had been licking her earlier, brought out a long thin dildo-like gourd. I could see that it was wet on the outside with some kind of shiny liquid. She began to insert it into Ann's tight little butt. 

The woman was gentle as she forced it fully inside her. Ann just laid there and moaned, eventually asking her to fuck her with it.

"Mmmmm. That feels...ohhh...that is so...ummmmmm...yesssss...fuck me with there. Harder...faster...please....PLEASE."

The woman was slowly pushing it in and out of her, at the same pace that first man had fucked her. Ann was going nuts in short order. Whatever was coating that phallus was causing Ann to orgasm. 

Her moans became shrieks, her body was tightly pushing against the restraints holding her down. I could see her nipples were a deep dark red, almost purple, and there was nothing touching them at all. Shaking and almost vibrating she began to cum hard. 

Just when I thought that she couldn't possibly cum any harder, the woman stood up, leaving that fake cock in her ass, and moved to one side. The leader stepped up close in between Ann's spread legs, pulled out that dildo, pushed it into her pussy in one shove, then put his cock right where that dildo had just been.

He began to fuck her hard and fast, and Ann became incoherent. Parts of words was all I heard her say, the intensity of the orgasm she was having made her senseless. He bent down, and put his lips right over her left nipple. Then, sucking hard, he brought it into his mouth and held it there.

Suddenly, Ann collapsed. She was out cold. I wasn't sure at first, my fear being that she had just died from a heart malfunction, but I soon saw her chest moving as her breathing returned. The man finished up in her, even though she was out cold. I could see that she was still having mini- orgasms still.

He looked into the camera right at me again, and smiled.

"See Patrick? Your wife enjoyed this, her first of this type. If we were to continue past this point, and have her service many men, and women, it would only take about three hours more. She wouldn't even be aware when she slipped into that nirvana of sexual lust and the haze of continual orgasm. She would just wake up and have to have more. Remember this moment Patrick, remember it well. If you don't cooperate fully, we will have your wife here again. Only, the next time, we do not quit until...well I think you understand me now."

At that very moment I knew deep inside that I would have my vengeance with these people. I would get us out of this or die trying. I just wish I knew what to do and how to do it. I would have to wait for my chance and when it came, grab it and run with it as hard as I could.

I knew that I was next. The TV was shut off, breaking my contact, my only contact with my wife. I closed my eyes, and began to try to center myself in hopes of not conveying my thoughts of trying to get free to my...captors.

I meditated daily at home, and in some ways even had made it a religion to meditate at some point every day. I could feel my tensions drop away when I did. There had been times when I felt like I was floating, but whenever I opened my eyes of course, I had been flat on the floor or whatever I was perched on to meditate at the time.

I searched for that floating feeling now, knowing that I needed to be in control of my emotions as quickly as possible. The woman holding my head and massaging me was still there, her hands lightly rubbing my forehead. I slipped into my meditative state and began to relax. I didn't have much time.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 06



I see a need to explain the long breaks in between chapters...my job requires me to be gone from home for a bit more than two weeks at a time. I tend to like to submit my stories chapter by chapter...meaning that while I am at work I cannot submit to lit. I thank you all, readers, for bearing with me all this time and having patience with me. Also, I had a hard time in how to 'classify' this story. Since the predominant theme is about a husband and a wife I chose loving wives. I am sure many arguments could be made for other sections to have put this. I will say that in the future I plan on putting my longer stories, such as this one, in the novel section.

Having seen my wife strapped down and used like she had been had been upsetting to say the least. I knew that I had to cooperate with these people though. My meditation worked for the most part, although deep in the recess's of my mind I was beginning to formulate a plan.

The woman cradling my head moved out from under me, gently laying my head down as she did. Then other hands began to massage that oil into my skin. The massage was sensual and sexual in it's entirety. Knowing hands skillfully applying just the right touch in just the right places.

The oils were doing their stuff too. I could feel my whole body warming up and that tingle beginning to take over. My cock was hard as steel, throbbing. My mind began to get blurry as the 'herbs' in the oil took effect.

Once again, the naked women came to stand around me and one by one they climbed on and either fucked or sucked my cock. Hands caressing me all over, wherever they could. My mind in a haze, I just laid there and let them take me however they wished. I knew that I would be cumming eventually, and how good it really did feel when it happened.

This time, there were many more women, and after what seemed to be hours, they had each sucked and fucked me. At one point, they undid my legs from those restraints and pulled them up into the air, back until my knees were almost to my chest. 

I felt tongues and fingers caressing my ass, my balls, and playing with my cock for quite some time. It seemed that the longer they played, the tighter my ballsack got. My cock, well, it was so hard it hurt just to breathe on it, and they were doing that quite a bit too. I needed and desperately wanted to cum but nobody would give me that oil in my mouth to allow it.

My balls felt like they were about to explode way before they were done and they kept me in that horny and sexual state for a longer time tonight. I knew that my sperm was building up to probably the largest amount I had ever produced. I just wanted it over with.

They put my legs back down and fastened them to the restraints, my cock was standing up high and hard. A different oil was now rubbed on it, and my balls, as they began to shift to the next step.

Suddenly, they all got off the bed and stood back in a large circle. A new woman came into the room. Her skin was far lighter than the rest here, more like a very well tanned white woman than a native woman. Her facial features were strikingly beautiful, as her high cheekbones and almost prominent chin gave her a model's look.

She was wearing a single white almost see-through sarong type robe. It was held together at her waist with a large gold intricate clasp. I could just make out that the designs engraved in it were of naked people in various sexual poses. Her eyes had some kind of deep red makeup around them, and her facial features were touched up in many colors as well.

I was pretty sure this was the High Priestess that I had been told about. I could see that under that robe her breasts were quite large and very firm, with nipples that stuck out quite a ways. The sway of her hips told me that her body was in great shape as well. 

As I was telling myself that this Priestess wouldn't be too bad, another two women came in dressed similarly as the first. I realized that if one of them was the High Priestess, then the other two were some kind of hand maidens or something. Or, perhaps, none of them were the High Priestess. 

Each of them stood at the foot of the bed I was tied to, and each undid their gold clasps, allowing their sarongs to open. The bodies I saw were very firm, very tight, and very beautiful. Each was different in a special way, but each desirable to have too.

They pulled off their sarongs and then climbed up onto the bed. One to each side and one right in the center, they slowly moved to lay with me. The one laid right on top of me and her nipples scraped along my chest as she moved up, getting her head even with mine.

The one's on the sides of me turned to face my body and then moved in close, touching me fully from head to foot. Then they all just laid there waiting for something. Sanya came up to stand by the bed and in her hands was a small cymbals. She began beating them together in a soft clapping that was soon joined with instruments played by the others.

The women laying with me stayed still, their hands held to the sides, their eyes open and looking at me. I could see their lips were moist with some kind of sheen that looked almost metallic. Even with them just laying there not doing anything, my cock still throbbed as hard as it had been before. 

The 'music' was reaching a high pitch as the others began to circle us. I was seeing a true ritual dance and instead of being a tourist off to one side, I was the center attraction. The women laying with me began to undulate against my body, rubbing slowly and gently. 

The one on top of me placed her hands on my head and guiding her mouth to mine, she stuck her tongue out between her tightly closed lips. I held mine closed for an instant, then opened them allowing her tongue admittance. As her tongue plunged inside my mouth, her lips came to seal tightly around mine.

I could feel a warm honey like substance flowing from her mouth into mine. Her lips stayed tightly sealed to mine, and eventually I had to swallow or choke, so I swallowed. Just as my throat worked the very sweet liquid down, she pulled away and changed places with the one to my right. 

The kiss began again, in the same manner. This time the liquid pushed into my mouth by her tongue was salty. I could feel a tingle building in my belly as I swallowed the second 'gift'. The partner change happened again and the one on my left came to lay on top of me, her mouth on mine. As I waited, she held her mouth closed. Waiting for some signal or something. 

The music stopped suddenly and in the silence that followed I could hear moaning. I wondered briefly who was making that sound when I realized that I was moaning. I don't know when I had started to moan, but I was now, and quite loudly. I heard sticks being hit together in a fast beat then other percussion sounds rolling out around us. 

As the beat grew louder and stronger, the woman on me opened her mouth and let her 'gift' flow down my throat. Her liquid gift was sweet and sour tasting, with an oily texture. As I swallowed it I felt a heat rising where it touched. 

At that point my cock felt like it was ready to explode into millions of tiny pieces it was so painfully hard. The throbbing had taken up the beat to the sounds around me and I couldn't control it at all.

The three women with me began to touch and caress my body. Their tongues and lips soon replaced hands and fingers. Each worked towards my crotch area in slow and patient pacing. Someone brought up a gourd that had been dried and cleaned out to make a natural bowl.

It was placed between my legs, close to my balls. When they all reached my cock, I felt their tongues beginning to lick my shaft from three angles. One was holding my cock upright like a rocket on a launchpad, and they all took their time licking my shaft in unison.

I felt the start of my orgasm building, and as my body began to shake, their licking motions became faster and faster. Just as one of them topped out at the head of my cock it began to shoot. 

I felt her lips around my cock head and I filled her mouth with my seed. As soon as she could no longer take anymore, she pulled off and another mouth replaced hers in a smooth motion. Then, as the second one's mouth filled she switched with the third one. As each one moved away, they spit my seed into the bowl. The way they did this was with a soft spit, not a harsh hard one. 

My orgasm was flowing through my whole body by now and I lost track of where or when I was and just laid there lost in the nirvana of a long sustained orgasm of proportions I had never had before. Each of the women with me took at least two mouthfuls of cum from my exploding cock.

I passed out from the intensity of my orgasm long before they were finished with me. I awoke to the three still licking and kissing my body all over. My cock was unbelievably still hard and throbbing. 

As I came to my senses, they pulled away and got off the bed. I was not alone for long. I looked between my spread legs and standing in front of me was my wife. She had been dressed in a similar white sarong as the three just finished with me. Her hair had been done up with natural flower braided into it, and ringlets of hair hanging around, highlighting her natural beauty.

I was wondering what was going on when Sanya stepped alongside of Ann. 

"Patrick. This is your queen. She is to present you to the High Priestess. It is how it has been done...forever. Your grandmother presented your grandfather to the High Priestess in the same way, wearing the same things. Your queen must present you, and you must accept how it is done. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah."

"Don't sound so defeated Patrick. You have lost nothing. You still will have your queen, your children, your life. This is just a short...turnout in the road of life. One that will benefit a great many people. It is the start of your new life as well."

"Like I have had any choice in the matter. Lets get on with it shall we?"

I wanted this all over with and Ann and I to be out of here. I was still hurting from witnessing her being taken by those four men, and the guilt of the women I had been with didn't help things at all. My body was tired from being tied up like it had been, and even though I was still hard as steel, my cock was sore.

Yeah, I know, you're thinking, "Poor lucky bastard." but let me tell you something. Having been setup and used as I had been had not been very fun. The oils and the drugs or 'herbs' they contained had put me into that place of enjoyment, but the love of my life was not there with me. 

This was not of my free will, and not where I would have gone alone or with my wife. Watching as my wife was used the same way I had been didn't help things either. I felt powerless and weak for not being able to protect her. I hadn't been the superman and saved her. 

In fact, we had both been used against our wishes and now, I just wanted this to be over with. I laid there waiting for their High Priestess to come in and use me like the others had already. I was not expecting the High Priestess to be anyone I knew or had seen now. 

The four men entered my vision and they stood watching as my arms and legs were released from the restraints. I rubbed my wrists and then my ankles a bit but remained laying on my back. I knew that I was expected to 'please' the High Priestess, and I was prepared to do so.

When Ann was introduced to the High Priestess I am not sure who was more surprised, Ann or me. Joan was brought in and stood in front of Ann. Joan was naked, her body covered in an oily sheen. I realized immediately that Joan was the High Priestess. 

Ann's shock was pronounced. She at first shook her head in a negative motion as if to deny that Joan was the High Priestess. Then, she began to stutter.

"You? Y-y-y-our t-t-he Priestess? YOU KNEW! All this time you have been lying to me and leading me on. You lying bitch. You have always known haven't you?"

Joan stood there with a catty smile on her face. She didn't answer Ann but instead turned to face me. As she did, she licked her lips, her eyes traveling over my body.

"Present me now Ann. We can talk later of what I knew and didn't tell you. Right now, the time is for the High Priestess to join with the High Priest. Do what you have been told to do." 

Two of the four men turned and gave Joan their hands, helping her to step up onto the bed over me. Joan's feet were on either side of my hips, spread out about three feet. I was looking right up at her shaven and quite wet pussy. Ann came up along me and kneeling in by Joan she took my cock in her soft hands and then looked up at Joan.

"I...I..."

"Yes? What Ann? What do you want to say to me?"

Joan was not being mean or harsh. She was actually gently prodding Ann to say whatever they wanted her to say. Ann was having a hard time with her part of this ceremony. She looked into my eyes then up at Joan, then back at me. 

I tried the best I could to convey my love to Ann, but I could not say anything for fear that I would lose control of my barely held anger. How dare Joan pull this. Ann had trusted her fully all this time and to find out that Joan knew way more than she had ever let on. 

"I...offer my King...my husband to you Jo...High Priestess. Your needs are his to satisfy. My gift to you is this...my husbands..."

"What Ann? What of your husbands are you offering me?" Ann shook her head no and started to pull away from us. I could see that she wasn't able to fulfill her part of this ritual and wanted to be away. I could see the men paying close attention to Ann. They went around us moving to grab Ann, but surprisingly, Joan waved them off.

"Ann will cooperate gentlemen. She knows the penalty for not and she will do what is necessary for her and Patrick. Won't you Ann?"

"I...yes. Yes I will do what you want me to do Priestess. I know what...it's just that this is so hard. I..."

"You will do what's right for you both Ann. Now, I know you have been told exactly what to say and what to do, so lets get this going shall we?"

I could hear Joan's patience wearing at this point. She was the one in control now and Ann would have to do what they wanted or something would happen to her or me, or possibly the both of us. My mind was flying, trying to think of some way to save us, but I could see that not only were we outnumbered, I had no idea where any clothes or our passports and things were either.

Ann moved back in close and once again took my hard cock into her hands. She held it upright, pointing towards Joan's wetness. I could see her swallowing as she built up the strength to continue on with this painful ordeal.

"High Priestess, I offer you my...husbands...cock."

She started out loud and confident, but by the last word she was down to a whisper. Her eyes went to mine and I saw her pain and at the same time, a look of loss. I smiled into her eyes, hoping she would know that I loved her and her alone. Not matter what happened here today or over the last days, I still loved my wife. Only my wife.

Joan had begun to lower her body down towards my hard shaft. Soon I could feel the heat her body was giving off. Ann held my cock up and as Joan got in close enough, she rubbed it along Joan's pussy lips. Joan moaned a bit when the head of my shaft slipped between those hot moist lips and then pressed against her little clit.

Ann continued to hold my cock until Joan had gotten the head fully inside her opening. Then, as Joan began to slide down on me, Ann let go and moved up above my head. Once kneeling there, she picked up my head and slipped her folded legs underneath me becoming my pillow. 

Ann's breast's were just above my head, swaying in the cool air of the room. I could see that her nipples were hard as if she were turned on. I knew that it had to be remnants of the oils, or perhaps the cool night air causing that.

I felt her hands cradle my head on each side, her legs fully supporting me, watching as Joan began to stroke up and down on my hardness. Joan's eyes were on both Ann and I, and as she rose up and down on me, she put her hands out and took Ann's shoulder's in a firm grip.

Ann was soon being lowered down, bending over me until her breasts were in my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked them, feeling that I had to show somehow that I still wanted Ann and loved her. I was gentle and loving, sucking first one then the other nipple.

Ann's hands held me close to her guiding me ever so subtly as Joan moaned loudly. If it hadn't been the difference in the tone of her voice, I could have imagined that Ann were sitting on me and we were face to face. Joan's moans made that impossible though.

Joan began to get faster and harder in her movements, her orgasm must have been approaching. She moved to push Ann up and away from me as she bent down, lowering her breast's to rub on my chest.

Her hard nipples felt like little knives as they moved up and down on my chest. I could feel that they were also very hot to the touch too. Whatever oil was on her was causing the oil on me to get warmer and warmer. 

Joan's mouth came down and covered mine. Her tongue forced its way inside, slipping between my lips. I had my teeth closed and I felt her press hard against them, insistently, until I opened my jaw, causing them to separate enough for her tongue to enter fully into me.

I could feel her pussy muscles milking my shaft, begging me for my liquid gift. I was half wanting to cum right away in order to get this over with and half wanting to never cum causing her to feel rejected by me. The first half won out, probably due to the oils reacting as they were.

She began to orgasm hard and as she did her muscles contracted hard on my shaft causing me to erupt as well. Ann still cradled my head as my cum shot into her alleged friend. I came and came, for such a long time for a bit I thought there might be something wrong with me or something.

The orgasm was good, but nowhere near as great as I had with Ann. This was a mechanical orgasm for me. One of 'have to' not 'want to'. Joan passed out on top of me and as she laid there eyes closed, Ann bent down and kissed me hard on the lips. 

I kissed her back, our tongues intertwined, my heart going out to her having had to witness her husband being with another like I had. Our kiss would have gone on longer, but the 'four' pulled her away from me and out of the room.

Joan stirred and sat up. Her hands on my chest, her pussy working my cock again. I realized that I was still rock hard. That damned oil was getting to be a real pain. As long as they used it on me my erections seemed to last forever, regardless of how much I came or how often I came.

Before I knew it, Joan was back in motion, fucking me again, and the other women came in close, caressing my body now. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Ann on top of me and that is the image I kept until several hours later when they were done with this 'ritual'.

I didn't know where they had taken Ann off to, but I knew that it didn't bode well for either of us. They were keeping us apart now almost as if they had changed plans. I had a feeling that things were about to turn for the worse...again.

After the ritual was done, I was lead back to my room. Walking in the first thing I saw was that all of our things were still there where we had left them. They left me alone, although I figured that there was probably a camera or two around somewhere and perhaps microphones as well.

I went in and showered, taking a long hot and relaxing one. Coming out I felt a bit better, and put on some shorts and a T-shirt. I went to my suitcase and found my passport, then I located Ann's passport also. These and my wallet I put in the waist of my shorts as unobtrusively as I could.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 06



I went to my door and tried it, and surprisingly, it opened. There was nobody on guard at all. Then I realized that they were confident that I wouldn't do anything rash since they still had Ann somewhere. I walked down the hallway, deciding to go to the dinning area and see if there was anything to eat. I was starving now and needed something to give back some energy.

As I walked along I saw an unlikely spot near a door that lead outside. I stepped in close to a plant that was there, pretending to sniff the blossoms and removing the passports and wallet from my shorts, I shoved them into the niche that was just behind that planter.

Stepping back I looked around and saw that nothing appeared in sight nor did anything look out of place. I turned and went on my way to the dining room, feeling a bit better now that I knew our passports were somewhat safer from those who held us.

I had begun to wonder if my grandfather had ran from the very people who now had Ann and I in captivity. I wish that I knew more about him now since I had so many questions I needed answers to.

Walking into the dining room I saw a couple of people sitting clear in the back in a darkened booth. I edged towards them wondering who it was. Getting up close I could hear talking and then realized that it was Ann, Joan, and the leader of the four.

Joan saw me and standing, held out her hands welcoming me to the table.

"Patrick...lover...come sit next to me. We have much to discuss. I know you have many questions, as does Ann here too. Bob will answer what he can and I will help. We can eat and have good conversation for a bit."

Ann looked into my eyes as I chose to sit next to her, not taking the offered seat near Joan. 'Bob' turned as if to say something, but Joan just nodded to him. I sat down and as I got settled, I located Ann's hands under the table cloth. Taking it in mine I gave her a gentle squeeze hoping to reassure her.

She leaned in close and lightly kissed my cheek. I would have kissed her back but Joan had started to ask me questions in rapid fire directness. 

"So Patrick...what do you think so far? Will you consider staying with us here? If you do, would you want your children brought here as well or do you think that Ann should go home and be with them there? You don't need to answer me now, you have some time to decide, but we will need to know soon."

"Why would I want to stay where I am not free? Why would I want to be separated from my wife and children at all? Why should I stay here for any reason Joan? I don't think you could give me one valid reason to stay here with you and these...people."

"Oh Patrick, I knew you would be resistant to our offer. I have a great many reasons for you to stay. We are willing to let your family stay here as well. I for one know how much you love your wife and children. I know that you would not last long without them. Bob and I argued about this quite a bit, I was able to convince him that it was important for your family to be nearby while you learn the things you need to know."

"Many reasons huh? I'm afraid to ask, but what are they?"

Bob cut into our conversation now. His words were almost cold and he sounded quite as cold as his words came out too.

"You love your family Patrick. This we know. You would stay to protect them wouldn't you? If you knew that something could happen to them if you were not cooperative with us? I don't want anything to happen to Ann here...she is so beautiful and also so...intriguing too. I have never felt a woman so tight and hot before. It would be a shame..."

"Oh...threaten my wife and force me to stay. That's good. So...original too. What's next, threaten my kids and then my parents as well? Do you really think I would willingly stay here with that hanging over my head?"

"We know that you would do whatever would be necessary to protect the ones you love Patrick. We also know that forced cooperation is not as good as willing cooperation too. We are not bad people Patrick. We do need you far more than you can possibly imagine, but you will learn of that in time. I would rather that you both wanted to join with us here. It would be the most preferable alternative."

"I will need to discuss this all with Ann first. Even then, I will not bargain with kidnappers or slavers. Ann and I have a quite a bit to talk over and I do not want you listening in or eavesdropping in on us either. I am under enough pressure as it is."

"Kidnappers? Slavers? You have no idea. None whatsoever. I will allow that you are ignorant of who and what we are here, for now. You go have your talk with Ann. You may walk outside and be far away from anyone as you want. You cannot leave here without us knowing and you couldn't get very far anyway. Go...talk...take all night and tomorrow if you need. By Friday, then we will need your answer. You have two days and two nights. Starting now."

Joan and Bob got up and walked away. I could tell that they didn't care less what Ann and I discussed, but even then, I liked the idea of being able to be outside wandering around. We needed to get an idea of our surroundings as much as possible.

Ann and I got up and went outside. The ranch was beautiful. The trees, the grass, the different things we saw. Under any other circumstances it would have been idyllic and perfect. With what we were up against, it was less so. Much less so.

"I'm not leaving you here alone Patrick."

"Ann, we may not have a choice. I think that when they find out something about me that they obviously do not know at the moment, they will not be happy. I also think you need to be home with the kids."

"Why? What is going to make them unhappy with you Patrick?"

"Ann, think about it. They want my 'seed'. What do you know about my 'seed' that they must not know yet?"

"Nothing Patrick. Oh...wait...Oh My God...your vasectomy. Your seed is...sterile. I forgot all about that. You can't reproduce. You got clipped after little Pat was born. Oh Patrick...what will they do when they find out?"

"I don't know Ann, but I want you out of here before they do. You need to get home, grab the kids and go somewhere. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where they wouldn't know where to look for you."

We both were silent as we thought about where Ann and the kids could go and be safe. I had several places in mind, but each time I looked at one hard I realized that Ann and the kids wouldn't be safe for very long. Too easy to follow or find out about.

Suddenly Ann froze in place, then she began to walk again. I knew that she had thought of a place to go to, but we needed to look somewhat casual. 

"Kim's. Remember Kim Patrick? She has that farm out in the boonies in Montana. We could go there. I am certain that Joan doesn't know about Kim. I have never mentioned her to anyone but you."

"But is Kim still there and would she be willing to take you in for a long time? This could take months to play out you know."

"Months? Oh Patrick...I couldn't stand to be away from you for months. Maybe we should send for the kids and remain here until they figure out that you can't reproduce. Then maybe they will let us go free."

"Little Pat. He can still reproduce, or rather, he will be able to reproduce eventually. No...you and the kids need to be away. I can live here and find a way out...one way or the other I will get back home to you and the kids. It would be easier for me to be alone anyway Ann. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone but myself if I was able to get away."

"I don't want to lose you Patrick. You are my life. My very best friend. I couldn't go on without you."

"I will be okay. I'll be home with you before you know it. Right now though, I want you out of here and safe somewhere with the kids. Somehow you are going to have to let my mom and dad know too. They might decide to try something on them too." "The kids are with them, so I'll talk to them when I get home. Then I'll take the kids and head out to Kim's place. We will wait there until you contact me. You know the town she lives near so you could leave a note in her Post Office box there."

"I love you Ann. No matter what, I love you. Remember that always."

Ann turned and hugged me tight. The tears in her eyes threatened to run over and down her cheeks but she was able to hold them back. I held her and outwardly gave all the impressions of a confident man but inside I was afraid. Very afraid.

We walked around a bit more then went on back to our room. Ann seemed a bit tired so we both laid down for a while. We were woke up by three nude women bringing in a cart of food. This time, both Ann and myself just looked at it but didn't touch anything. Fearful of it having been tampered with.

Joan walked in and picked up a plate, dishing up a nice helping for herself. Still Ann and I didn't touch the food. Joan looked at us then laughed. Her whole attitude was that of a person who had paraded into a party and was the center of attention.

"Come on you two. Eat up. There isn't anything wrong with this food. It's delicious as a matter of fact. You should try the shrimp scampi...it's out of this world."

Ann and I looked at each other, both of us were hungry. I finally picked up a plate and handed it to Ann. Then I grabbed one for myself as well. Soon we were eating a nicely done meal, and almost enjoying it.

"Well, I suppose that you are a bit pissed off at me Ann. I did mislead you about things I guess."

"Mislead? You flat out lied to me Joan. You knew full well all along what was going to happen and even when and where. You are as much as a part of this as those...those four."

"Ahhhh...'those four'. Bob would love to hear you right now. He likes women with spirit and yo are showing quite a bit Ann. You know, I had to work pretty hard to get them to let you go home Ann. You should be a bit grateful to me. Just a tiny bit anyway. It could have been a lot worse you know. Your kids would have forever wondered what ever happened to old mom and dad. I have been very helpful to you in many ways. Someday you will thank me for that."

"Well, forgive me for not jumping up and hugging you close Joan. You lied to me and to Patrick. Then you set us both up. How long have you been with these...people?"

"Oh, I'd have to think. Lets see...they came to me about six years ago. They knew that Patrick was somewhere in the city. I was originally hired to locate or help them to locate him. When you came to work at the same place I was working at...well that was a total surprise. When I found out about Patrick I couldn't believe my good fortune."

"Six years? You have been with them for six years? Why? Why would you do this or have any part of this Joan?"

"They offered me things that I couldn't have Ann. They helped to supplement my income and they taught me things about myself that I never knew. Who do you think trained me to be able to swallow any cock in the first place? I had never even entertained the idea of such a thing before I met them. They are very...convincing. Then there is the group too. I have been made to feel right at home when I am with them. They are closer to me than my own family now."

"Group? Don't you mean cult?"

Joan's laugh was rich and full. I could see that Ann had hit a point though. Joan was a bit nervous in that laugh as if she knew that the 'group' wasn't fully on the up and up. I wanted her to explain some things to me so I broke in.

"Joan, how much do you know about my grandfather? Was he chosen just like I was or did he choose to belong of his own?"

"Ok...what I do know is your great-great grandfather was the chosen High Priest. He was also a convert to the belief. He learned all and did very well with what he learned. He passed it on to his grandson, your grandfather. It seems that it either must or just happens to skip the next direct generation, always going to the one after."

"So my grandfather was raised up with the knowledge then?"

"Yes. From the time he was just able to walk until he...left. He was a willing and actually a strong advocate of the belief. Things happened in the later years that caused him to need to hide. All of them had to hide. There were many out to find and kill or at the very least, hurt them. Your grandfather fled to America. Why you were never taught I don't know. I would have thought he would have wanted his only grandson to know the teachings."

"I hardly think that in the town I grew up in any kind of 'religion' other than Christian would have been acceptable. I am sure that he did what he thought was correct under the circumstances."

"Hmmm. Yes, perhaps. Or maybe he was waiting to teach you at a proper time and it never came to pass. What he knew and what he did pass on to you is something that cannot be learned. You were born with a gift and only now do you learn anything of it. A shame. Really a shame."

"You make it sound like I have a third eye or something. I am no different than anyone else. Just a man, just living. Or trying to live anyway."

"Oh Patrick, you need to understand. You were born with a gift that nobody in the whole world has. You have felt it from time to time I am sure, you had no way of knowing that your gift is so special. Bob will train and teach you. You will be very powerful. Everyone here thinks and believes it too."

"Enough of this 'gift' shit. What is it with you all anyway? How long will it take for me to convince you that I have no special powers or special gift?"

"You can't Patrick. You have to see it for yourself, and you will shortly. I am to tell you this for now. Ann is free to go whenever she wills it. A private jet will take her home, and she will be driven to get the kids. After they are all safe at home, she will be left strictly alone. I have been told to promise you that. Nobody will spy or follow her or the kids as long as you cooperate with us here."

"What about my parents?"

"They will know nothing unless Ann chooses to tell them. Besides, your father is the only one who even came a bit close to being chosen and he isn't the one. You are. You are the only one. Not your father, not your son. Just you Patrick."

Ann had slipped in close to me and now took my hand in hers. She was holding on tightly as if afraid of losing me. I squeezed her hand back, reassuring her, or so I hoped. Joan stood and started to walk out. As she did she looked slowly up and down my body, in a very sexual and in some ways, as a predator would look at it's prey.

"Patrick, there will be a ceremony in about two hours. You will be expected to be there. Bring Ann along too. She will need to see you being confirmed as a High Priest. Then, if time permits, she may partake of the feast that comes after the main event. I know that Bob is hoping she will want to."

Joan was gone on those last words. The three women with her remained behind, waiting for something. I turned to the one closest and looked at her. She bent at the waist and the other three followed mimicking the motion.

"Will there be anything else Sir?"

"Oh...um...no thank you."

"By your leave then Sire."

"Uh...yes. Good night."

"I will be back in two hours to prepare you for the ceremony Sir."

"Oh...two hours? Very well. Thank you."

I was uncomfortable with this change. Suddenly I was being accepted as one of them and I yet had to understand what it was they were. Ann stood and then pulled me to my feet. Hugging me in close, she kissed me. 

I held her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. Then, to my surprise, Ann pulled away and began to strip. Her clothes came off rapidly and before I knew what was happening, she was nude. Stepping up close to me, she began to undress me.

"I want you to know that I love you Patrick. I want you to remember me in your heart, and mind. I know that you will be with...with others. I don't want to lose you. Please say you will come home to me. Please?"

"Oh Ann. I do love you so much. I don't want this...these others...I just want you. I will come home to you too. I promise that I will."

Ann began to caress my now naked body. I stepped out of my shorts and leaving them on the floor, I picked Ann up in my arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, I climbed up between her legs. My lips were on her ankles, kissing her slowly and surely working up each leg in turn, working towards that magic spot I knew so well.

Ann spread her legs wide apart and watched me as I kissed and licked my way up. When I reached her knees, I ran my head under and softly licked behind her knee joint. That soft spot was one that Ann had always loved me to kiss.

She stirred and I heard a moan. I went between each knee for a bit, teasing and purposely going slow in order to build her passions up. Then after a bit I began to travel up. I could smell her need and see that she was very wet. The closer I got the more she tried to hurry me up. I kept my pace and steadily worked up a bit at a time.

"Please Patrick. I need you. Please."

I looked into her eyes and saw hunger and lust looking back. She was pulling on my head, wanting me to drive my tongue into her depths. I held back and worked my fingers up to caress her pussy-lips. As they made contact with her hot wetness, she shuddered and shook.

"Oh God. Mmmmmm. Yeeeessssssss!"

I lowered my head back down and began to work my way up just a bit quicker now. Ann was on the edge of cumming I could see and I wanted to be a part of that. I lightly fingered her until my tongue and lips arrived at her over heated center.

As my lips clamped down on her clit, she began to shake. Her hands grabbed my head near my ears and pulled hard. I found my face buried in her as she rode my face harder and harder. I could hear her moaning as she got closer to orgasm. I pushed a finger into her tight little asshole, stroking her there like it were a little cock. 

As I did that she closed her legs together tightly. My head was trapped and I was having a hard time catching my breath. My tongue stayed with her though. I was lightly poking it on her clit as my lips encircled it, sucking it softly.

Ann's moans quit and I was able to look up at one point and see that her mouth was wide open, but no sound was coming out. Her body was rigid and her hands were seemingly frozen on my head. I had to shove back pretty hard in order to grab a breath.

I kept my lips on her clit as I did, and was able to roll my head up a bit, allowing my nose to suck in the much needed air. I think I had been about to pass out from lack of oxygen at that point. Ann had never gone off like this before. She was in some kind of state that almost scared me for a bit.

"Uh Uhh Uhhhhhhhh! OH GOD! Yessssss! Mmmmmmm yessssss."

Her sudden sound, finding her voice startled me since I had gotten used to the quietness of her orgasm. Now she exploded hard. Vocally as well as bodily.

"Oh...GOD...yesss. Patrick...ohhhhh....mmmmmm...yessss."

Every 'yes' from her was happening as my lips squeezed hard around her clit and my tongue rubbed across it. I was quickly learning what to do and the more I did it the longer and harder she came. This was nothing like she had ever done before.

I wondered if the oils were still effecting her or if the food had been prepared with some aphrodisiac like the last time. Ann's orgasm lasted for at least five minutes. I had never seen her like this ever. I was stunned. All this from a little oral stimulation.

She held me close for quite some time before finally letting me go. Her body was still shaking and shuddering through the after-effects of her hard climax. Her breasts shown with the sheen of sweat of a well earned orgasm. I moved up and laying alongside her body, I hugged her close to me.

We cuddled like that for a bit, then she got a guilty look on her face. She pushed me onto my back and rolled up to straddle me. Looking into my eyes she bent down close and kissed me. First on my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips. Her kisses continued and she worked her way down my chest, paying attention to each of my nipples.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 06



As she crossed my belly, I involuntarily moved due to the ticklishness of her tongue swiping my belly-button. Then I felt her hands on my shaft. Looking into my eyes with a longing and loving that I needed at that moment, she held my cock up under her chin. 

As she lowered her head, her eyes tried to maintain contact with mine until I felt her lips slipping over the head of my cock. Once she had me inside her mouth she moved to face up again and then she began the long slow drive down my shaft. 

Ann didn't stop until her lips ground down around the base of my shaft. I saw her tongue flick out, working hard to escape around that hard flesh impaling her at the moment. Then it caressed my balls a bit before she began to pull up to the head again. She kept up this long and slow sweet torture until I was close. Then she pulled away totally, and began to kiss and lick my balls. My shaft, still wet with her spit, cooled in the air of the room, her hands holding it around the base, pointing upwards like a spire.

Ann then took her tongue and moved it lower, underneath my balls, and the next thing I knew, I felt that hot wet pointy tongue slipping around the rim of my ass. Her eyes were on mine as I felt that tongue pressing right in the center of my hole. 

I moved a bit, giving her a more open area, my knees up in the air. She pressed my legs apart, spreading me wide as her tongue finally pushed inside me. I could feel her nose on my balls, her chin pressed in between my ass cheeks. That hot wet tongue, licking and stroking my ass.

Her hands went to my shaft and she began to pump me. I was close to cumming as she worked faster on pumping me. Then, just as I began to shoot off, she pulled up and opened her mouth. Holding my cock upright, she let each shot of my juice go into her mouth. I could see her tongue working to capture it, as she swallowed as much as she could. I soon was coating her lips, chin, cheeks and forehead with my white seed.

When I was done shooting, her hands guided my cock head over her face, scraping up my cum and then transferring it to her mouth. She would suck me clean, then move to scrape somewhere else on her face. I was amazed at how sexual and sensual it all appeared. My hardness never went away.

I realized that we had crossed into a new territory. There was an intensity between us that had not been ever before. It was like I was a part of her as much as she was a part of me. She hadn't done any of these things to me or even for me. She had, as I had her, joined in me. 

There had been no conscious thought on my part to 'please' Ann with my tongue or fingers. I had not thought... 'I'll do this and see what she does.' I had done what I knew to be the right thing at the right time. Just as she had done for me. We had never been this connected before. Never.

Ann moved up alongside me and we kissed. I held her head in my hands and guided her mouth to mine, then I began to wildly kiss her face all over. She kept her eyes closed and held me as she let me kiss her like we had never kissed before.

My erection was still there so I pulled her up to lay on top of me. My cock nestled between us, the heat from her pussy wafting over me. I moved a bit down and then with my cock throbbing, I caught her opening with the head of my shaft.

She moaned and rolled her hips a bit, and my cock slid in a bit. Then, as I laid there, she moved down on my until my shaft was fully buried in her. Hugging each other we laid like that, joined as one, until the need in both of us overcame both and then we began to move in a dance.

Ann was breathing hard as I held her hips. Her breasts, with those hard little nipples sticking out, were rubbing on my nipples. Her lips were catching mine as each stroke put us face to face. Then, our lips would part as she drove down on me. Her muscles in her pussy were clasping me hard, in that velvet glove tightness. 

Even though I had just cum, I could feel the stirring of another orgasm approaching. Ann was also moving to an orgasmic beat as well. We were connected totally and entirely. Just before we had started moving together in our 'dance' I had felt her heartbeat, as I am sure she had felt mine, through our most private spots.

Now, that heartbeat had overtaken us both and we were fully involved in a duet of pleasure. Our breath, our motion, even our caresses were in time with that internal beat. Ann leaned in close on one downstroke and kissed my throat, sucking on it as she did. I returned the favor on her upstroke. Together we pushed each other upwards. 

I felt my orgasm pressing up to explode as Ann's was coming on too. We began to wildly fuck, our bodies slamming into each other's as we held tightly onto each other too. As she fell into her orgasm, I heard her begging me for more...much more.

"Oh...Patrick...yesss....more....fuck me...give me all of you...I want all of your cock...yessssss....YESSSSSS."

I was moaning myself, although not vocally. I was listening to my wife, the mother of my children, going off like I had never seen her go off before. This whole time with her tonight had been one time of first's in my book.

As I came, it felt like I should have blown Ann off my body. My cum shot out so hard it almost hurt. Ann had a look of surprise as she felt my hot juice fill her tightness. I could feel every muscle in her grabbing and milking me, even though she didn't need to. 

We collapsed together, holding each other. I nodded off a bit, and I think Ann did too. We woke together when the nude woman came into the room to prepare me for the ceremony. Ann stood to one side, a look on her face that I couldn't quite figure out.

"What are you thinking Ann?"

"How much I love you Patrick. How much I will be missing you. How wonderful you are. How great we made love a bit ago. So many things."

"Are you going to attend the ceremony then?"

"Oh...I don't think I should. Didn't Joan say that Bob would want to...well...you know...use me again?"

"Would you want him to use you again?"

"PATRICK! How could you? I only want you. You know that."

"But, I am thinking of you Ann. I am about to be a part of a ceremony that will probably involve sex with other women...again. I don't want you to feel...I don't know...left out? Alone? Maybe even a bit of I think you should have a chance to be even with me too. I love you Ann, and I don't want our time together here at the end to be one of you watching me in the arms of other women."

"But I only want you Patrick. You are all I want."

" I know that Ann, but even though you are all I want too, the facts are that I am about to be having sex with other women, and probably will be the whole time I am here until I get to go home. I think that you should have...I don't know...equal time?"

"I don't need equal time Patrick. I have you, and that is enough."

"Well, how about maybe just tagging along and if you should change your mind and you decide you want to play, then you can. I will understand and even feel a bit better about things if we were...well...equal as much as possible."

"Does seeing me with other men excite you Patrick?"

"It makes me nuts. Crazy with jealousy and anger. But it also, a tiny little bit anyway, turned me on seeing you with them. I know you were drugged and tied down. I know it amounted to rape on their part...but still there was a little bit of me that liked seeing you with another man."

"Oh God. I hadn't thought that you would ever say something like that to me Patrick. I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything Ann. Look, I love you and I know that you love me. What I am about to do with other women though...you have to be able to see a way to even things up or we may have problems later on. It isn't my first choice, but if we see each other with others, then it may be easier for us to work out the differences later."

"I see what you mean but I don't know if I can bring myself to go there Patrick."

"Look, I don't want your last thoughts of me being me fucking other women. I never thought I would say this Ann, but I think you need to be with another man while I am with whoever. We need to both see each other having sex in order for us to be able to look beyond this later on." 

"You think that will help? To see me with other men as you are with other women?"

"Yes."

"I'm not sure about this Patrick, but I will say that seeing you with Joan was also emotional for me too. The anger, the jealousy, and yes...the sexuality of the act of watching. I will attend, but not to be with another man. If that happens...then...if that happens then so be it. I don't want to lose you Patrick."

"You won't lose me Ann. I think that maybe seeing you with other men makes me realize that you are attractive to others, as well as your seeing me with other women will cause you to see that too. Not to be a new lifestyle for us, but in this particular situation, we need to stay even as much as possible. In real life, out there, without the pressure of all of this...I would die to see you with another man. Or to be with another woman. But in this situation, we are being forced. I have no choice, so I think you need to have some way of being level with me."

I had tears in my eyes and I was trying hard to not let them out. What I was asking my wife to do...no man should have to do. I felt that logically there had to be some way to even things up between us though. Even if I was being forced, Ann would see me in other women's arms. Having sex with them. The mind would be playing tricks on her when she got home, and I didn't want her to file for divorce after all of this. I wanted her. I loved her.

Ann, for her part, was looking like she was giving it some serious thought. I knew that she was not wanting to be with any other man, but I also knew that she had a high sex drive. Coupled with the strange and intense things we had experienced as of late, I knew that it would be better for her to be with another man now rather than at home, possibly falling in love with him and leaving me.

Hard choices for one to make under great pressure. I only hoped my logic was correct and on target. If not, well, divorce would be a distinct possibility. I loved Ann with all my heart. My soul was hers. If she left me after this...I just couldn't think of it. I had a long road ahead of me and needed to have something to hold onto. Ann was that something. She was my everything.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 07



Patrick and I talked on our walk around the ranch. We were watched from a distance, but nobody came close enough to hear our discussion. When Patrick told me that he wanted me to go home without him and then take the kids somewhere safe I was resistant at first.

Then, after he explained to me that when they found out that his seed was sterile, they may want to use Patrick junior, I realized that this whole nightmare could take a long time to reach a conclusion.

He was right about my needing to take the kids and hide, that was why I remembered Kim. Her ranch in the boonies of Montana was the perfect place. Off the beaten path, only a real small town nearby, and hardly anyone knew her.

These people here could have no way of knowing about Kim. I knew that if I took the kids there we would be safe. It was Patrick I was worried about. What would they do when they discovered his vasectomy?

I also didn't want to leave my husband here alone either. Part of my thoughts were those women having all the sex with him. Would he still love me after all of this? The other part of the reason I didn't want to leave him here was that it might be the last time we ever saw each other again.

Our talk continued out there in the natural beauty of the ranch. It seemed so surrealistic to be talking in the terms of escaping from these people in such a setting. We should have been talking about swimming or hiking or sightseeing, not about running and hiding from the boogie man.

When we got back to the room I felt an overwhelming need to show Patrick how sexual I could be. All stops were removed since I knew that the women here would probably be working him over way more than he had ever been worked over before. I had a need to show him that I was no slouch in the sex department, even though we had a tame sex life before this all started.

I was also feeling a bit guilty. When I thought of how close I came to actually having initiated sex with the ‘four' like I had in that office building in Chicago. I know that I had been led, maneuvered and put in the position of wanting to go farther than I would have, but I also remembered how close I had come way back when I had first gotten the contract and Sam and the others had partied with me.

I had been lacking excitement in my life with Patrick, and they had tempted me to go down a narrow and dark path. Now, with all that had happened, I had no desire to be with anyone but my husband. I cringed inside when I thought of just how close I had come to destroying my relationship with my best friend, my lover, my husband.

All the excitement I thought had been lacking had been there for me to take. I had only to reach out and give a little bit to my husband and the excitement would have taken us both. Lesson learned, a bit late since now I could possibly lose my husband forever. His plan was hard for me to do, and so this last time with him was so important for me too. 

When we started to make love I felt a shock run through my body. I could tell that this was going to be a memorable sexual encounter. The way my heart was beating, the way our touch seemed to magnify my needs and the way our kiss at first seemed to engulf my whole being.

It only got better and better from there on out. I am not sure if the oils we had been massaged with, and the ‘herbs' that had been in them were responsible or not for the heightened sensuality, but I didn't care.

My orgasms were so hard and all-encompassing, I passed out each time I got over one. I didn't stay out, but it felt like my heart stopped and my brain froze during the peak. Patrick seemed to be having heightened orgasms too.

After our nice and loving encounter that afternoon, we were talking. Patrick shocked me with his proposal of my having other men while he was in his ceremony. His theory was to keep me even with him, but I was not so sure that my being with other men was a good idea. I told him that I would consider it and if it happened it happened.

Watching as they prepped him for his all important (to them) ceremony, I got a feeling of erotic stimulation deep within my body. Just the act of seeing another woman's hands on my husband's nude body caused me to have such nasty thoughts. I almost blushed at the realization that my pussy was wet.

The oils they put on him this time were tinted in colors, kind of a light red and a dark blue. There was a specific pattern followed as they were applied, and the end result was one that emphasized certain parts of Patrick's body more than others.

I could see that Patrick was getting quite aroused as more and more oil was applied too. His erection seemed to grow with each application and I swear his penis was inches longer than I had ever seen it. It could have been the tinting in the oils, but still it was quite a sight.

I noticed that Patrick's eyes stayed on me the whole time. I could see the love, the need and the want there. Since he only looked at me, even going so far as to move his body at the times when the woman was blocking the way, I knew that he really wanted only me.

This knowledge shamed me. Deep down, the sex on that table with me strapped down, being forcibly taken by the ‘four' had released in me something that scared me. I could have gone much farther than they allowed but since I had no control, they shut me off without regard to my actual needs.

My thoughts of how my body had reacted to their touch, how I had begged for more, how I had wanted them to take me hard and long, all those thoughts came crashing down around me. How could I have been so sexually needful when my husband showed me that I was all he desired? I know that the oils had caused me to be ‘open' to the experience, but still, at one point, I had been just wanting to be fucked and fucked, not caring who was doing the fucking at all.

Even now, I was thinking about when my husband was in his ceremony tonight, how I would be there, probably nude as he was, and then having the ‘four' there also. I knew that if any of them started on me I wouldn't be able to resist them.

I knew that Patrick had told me that it had turned him on seeing me with them only to let me off the hook and let go. I didn't want to be with any other man, but it seemed that when I got turned on so far...well, any other man became the first man to take me. 

When had these feelings been let loose inside me I couldn't put my finger on exactly, but I knew that it had been building up over the last year or so. I think it was more the lack of sex Patrick and I had been having than anything. My needs, as well as his, had not been getting taken care of, which meant a heightened awareness of others.

If I had been so close lately, how had Patrick managed to not cheat on me? Was I just a closet slut wanting to cheat on her husband just because? I searched my heart and came to the conclusion that was not the case. 

I had been stressed and pushed into an area that I think anyone would have had a hard time refusing to allow in their mind. Our sex life had gotten so...empty, my mind had been looking for ways to fill that emptiness before it caused me to break down.

I'm not excusing my near cheating on my husband, but the circumstances did lead me to that edge. I feel that anyone in the same situation would have been hard put not to go where I almost had gone.

That didn't lessen my love for my husband in the slightest way. The sex and love in our lives had pretty much been separated between us for a long time. We both had talked about our love for each other and how the sex was a part of that love it was not all encompassing for us. 

Still, I had a pretty high sex drive as did Patrick. We had known that our sex life was going down hill, matter of fact arguing about it recently had brought it all to the forefront of my mind. I had been second guessing myself ever since my close call with Sam and the others that day. 

Now, here we were, both having had sex with others, and in some ways, enjoying it like it or not. I know that sounds stupid to say, but think about it...we had been forced to be with others this whole time. There had never been any other choice for either of us, well, at least for Patrick.

In my case, I could have refused to strip or let them touch me in Chicago, even if it had cost us the account. An account that I was now wishing I had never tried to get. My mind was getting overloaded with my thoughts and I knew I had to free it up for what was to come yet tonight.

I stepped in close to Patrick and took his hand in mine. Leaning down as the woman massaged the oils into his legs, I whispered in his ear my acceptance of his thoughts for tonight.

"Patrick, you know I love only you, and your idea of me...you know...being with the four later...I still don't think it is a good idea, but I also know that you are pretty smart about us. I have decided then that I will do as you suggest. Only because you brought it up. You may be right, you could be wrong as well. I can only trust that you are correct, and because I love you so much, I will do as I must to keep you."

He looked into my eyes, his lust and sexual heat in a zone I had not seen before. I could see that he wanted me in a very real, desperate and full way. I knew also that they would not allow us to consummate that lust now. He was in the middle of preparations for his induction and there could not be a ‘wife' in all of that.

I kissed him on the lips, his tongue swiped into my mouth and for an instant we were on the verge of going there, when hands pulled me back and away from my love. I cried out in fear, then in need as I realized my fires were smouldering again. I wanted him and I wanted him sexually now.

Three women held me away as two more got Patrick up and put a garment over his body. His shiny and muscled body. His erection made a huge lump in the crotch where the cloth gathered together. I could see that no matter what, Patrick was in for a long and interesting time tonight.

I was laid on the bed and hands held my arms and legs as oils were applied to my body as well. It was then that I realized the feelings that Patrick must have been having a bit ago. The intensity of the oils this time were magnified to far greater proportions. 

As the oils went on my need grew. In a tight little knot in my stomach the need grew to take over my whole body. Even my toes and fingertips were feeling that need. The hair on my head began to tingle with almost an itching.

My mouth was a bit dry, and just when I thought my lips would crack from lack of water, I was given something to drink. It was a sweet and fruity tasting concoction that made my already hot and bothered mood swing into full gear. 

My pussy was pulsing begging for something to be in it. My nipples were aching for a touch, any touch. My little bunghole was even throbbing, wanting attention as well. I could feel each separate part of me going into high gear, and there was nothing I could do about it.

When they had let go of me I do not know, but I was suddenly aware of a woman between my legs with something. It was pressing into my pussy, my pussy lips spreading wide to accept whatever it was.

I could see a black handle on it and as the woman looked intently into my eyes, she shoved it farther and farther inside of me. When she bottomed out she moved aside, leaving that shaft in me.

Another woman slipped in between my legs now, and she too had something in her hands. I didn't get to see what she had, I just felt it press against my tight little bunghole. She placed a hand on my tummy, pressing me down a bit, then as I was distracted by that move, she shoved a bit harder with her other hand. I felt the intense pain, then it was followed with a dull ache that stayed there for a bit. 

As she held that shaft in me, she began to chant a little song. The words didn't make sense to me, but then I didn't speak Jamaican either. Soon the pain lessened and the ache went away. As I relaxed, she noticed it in my eyes, and as I took a deep breath, she shoved again on that shaft.

This kept up for a bit until I felt a large flat surface around my asscheeks. Evidently she had gotten it all inside me to it's base. It felt like the head of it was in my throat it was so deep in me. She hooked a cord up to both of the parts of the dildos that were sticking out of me and then a belt was placed around my left ankle. It was heavy.

Looking around I saw a box like affair had been strapped on my ankle and the cords led to that. A switch was turned on and suddenly both of those shafts deep inside me began to vibrate and move. 

The feeling of them was like cocks fucking me, but vibrating at the same time. The orgasm that hit me was unexpected and very hard too. It only took seconds and I was gone. When I came to, the dildos were still. The switch had been turned off.

I was still catching my breath as they led me down a hallway to the ceremony room. The dildos still inside me, still filling me fuller than I had ever been. Every step caused my clit to tingle, and my muscles to move in different ways than I was used to. A strap, along with the cords was holding them inside me now too.

Entering the room the first thing I saw was Patrick, naked and tied up. His arms spread wide apart, legs too. Much like DaVinci's drawing of the man in the circle. Standing there, nothing about him hidden, his body actually seemed to glow in the firelight.

I was led to stand in front of him, facing him. We were about ten feet apart. I was soon trussed up just like him. My arms were held in soft thick velvet ropes, my legs tied apart with the same rope too.

The dildo's in me were still there, only now, someone was playing with each one in turn. Since they were behind me I didn't see who it was until she stepped around to stand in front of me. Sanya was a very beautiful and exotic looking person. Her hands were soft and tender as she moved them over my body.

"I have wanted to play with you since you first came to us. Woman, you have the most exquisite body. A body I really want to get close to you know."

"Close to?"

My mind was almost gone in a sexually heated haze. I could barely make out and understand what she was saying to me. The thought of her being with me turned me on so much right then that I would have done anything she wanted me to do.

I had never had more than a passing curiosity of lesbian sex, and now, here I was wanting to be taken by this beautiful woman. Probably as much as she wanted to take me too. Her hands drifted all over my body, stopping here and there to caress or pinch. My nipples felt like they were about to burst they were so alive and needing attention.

She played with me for a bit, then standing in close in front of me her lips began to caress mine. I felt her tongue slip between my lips, exploring my mouth. I allowed her full access and even moaned as her kissing began to create a heat in the back of my mind.

Sanya next moved to play with Patrick. I could see that he was in a state of mind that prevented him from seeing me, his wife, standing naked and tied spread open in front of him. His eyes were looking upwards, towards the ceiling of the room, taking in the color of the painting up there. 

I hadn't noticed before, but this room's ceiling had fresco's allover it. It was startlingly beautiful of it's self. There were nude people, both male and female, in sexual acts and not. The naturalness of the way they were presented in the painting made one think of early art by the masters, only with an X-rated viewpoint.

Looking at that art the way I was trussed up and oiled down, I could feel my pussy gushing wetness. My mind began to wander, dreaming of fingers, tongues, cocks, and bodies rubbing and touching. I knew that the oils they had put all over my body were a big part of the reason I was feeling so sexually free. 

I was lost in my haze of sexual need and dreams. Then, I became aware of sounds drifting into my conscious. Opening my eyes, I could see figures dancing around between Patrick and I. They were naked females of all sizes and shapes. Each dancing provocatively and sexually. 

Patrick was staring at them, his mouth open and his tongue licking his lips. The women were dancing in closer and closer to him, chanting and then reaching out to sprinkle a liquid on his body.

I could see him trying to move as the sheen of the liquid began to shine all over. His nakedness was enticing to me, as I am sure it was to all the women there. I know that I wanted to be with him, holding his cock as I kissed him all over. 

The dancing was getting faster and louder as they soon encircle him so close that I couldn't see him anymore. As I tried to see anything over there, I didn't see the men beginning their dance around me. There were about ten men starting to dance around my naked form. They too were chanting and sprinkling me with a liquid. 

As the drops touched my skin I could feel a heat build inside my body. The more they sprinkled me the hotter and hotter I got. I was having a hard time keeping my lips moist and the more I licked them the dryer they seemed to get.

The men danced in closer and continued to spray me with whatever that liquid was. I knew that it was creating a need in me that would be very hard to satisfy. I wondered if one could get too much and overdose on it or something. As much as they had gotten on me, I felt like my heart should or would explode.

My clit and some spot in my tender but very full asshole were signaling the rest of my body of needs and desires. I could feel them throbbing in time to the throbbing of my nipples, and even my breathing. My heart beat was setting the pace for it all it seemed.

Suddenly the noise and dancing stopped as if on cue. All were facing their respective circle center. I could feel the eyes of those ten men staring at me, seeing me writhe and silently begging for relief.

I stared back at those men, licking my lips, wanting each one to give me their hard cock. My mind was in a place of desire and sexual need that put all thought of my husband and propriety out the window.

One of the men reached out and lightly caressed my belly, his hands gently moving in small circles as it rubbed me. Another man reached out and cupped a breast. Then another man cupped my other breast. 

They were all gentle and their hands were actually soft. I felt the presence of someone behind me, and then a gentle touch of fingers on those protruding shafts buried in my holes. A slight tugging and they were removed. I could feel cool air whirling around my lower parts as those holes tried to regain their tightness.

Fingers began to caress my clit and stroke in and out of my pussy and ass. I could hear myself moaning loudly as the sensations of all the hands and fingers on my body were driving me up and up to a heaven-like place.

I felt lips on my shoulders, coming from behind. Hot breath, then a tongue licking my skin. Pin pricks of excitement exploded outwards from each kiss, each lick. The hands cupping my breasts were now fingers rolling my nipples and pulling them outwards. Gentle and not too far, but very sexually enticing.

I began to beg for relief. I needed a cock, I needed lots of cock. I wanted any cock at that moment. I wanted to be full. All my holes mouth, pussy, and ass full of cock. I wanted to ride a giant cock for hours and hours.

My mind was gone to that place of need and want and my little voice of what was proper and right had gone into hiding. I was a sexual animal needing release. My body was signaling for joining and just flat out fucking. I wanted to be fucked hard and then fucked some more. The fingers on my nipples had become lips and tongue now. The sucking and licking was driving me deeper and deeper into a sexual haze. The more they gave me the more I seemed to want. A never ending spiral of lust.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 07



Hands were now all over my body, my ankles, my thighs, my pussy and ass, my belly, my back, my breasts, everywhere. There were even hands holding my head up. It felt like there was one big hand holding me and touching me just right all over.

I could hear chanting again only this time I felt a need to join in. Even though I didn't understand the language I was hearing, I could repeat the simple chant and found myself doing so. At the point they heard me, they stopped and left me chanting on my own. I kept the chant going alone.

Well, almost alone. At some point I began to hear one other person chanting too. The voice connected to it...it was Patrick. He and I were chanting together. Whatever we were saying had an effect of each of us.

Soft music began to play around us. The room was alive with firelight and candles, the sounds of sensuality reaching out to touch all there. My voice got stronger and louder as I repeated the chant. I then saw the four standing in front of me. They were naked, bodies glistening in the dancing light. I felt my nipples throb at the sight of their erections at attention.

Abruptly all began to chant again. A bit different than what Patrick and I had been chanting. Their chant was at a faster pace, up tempo from ours. It blended together somehow, feeling right. Each minute became an hour as my need for release grew stronger and stronger.

Bob stepped in close to me and looking into my eyes he began.

"Ann, beautiful Ann, do you want me? Are you in need of a man? Any man? Tell me what you want."

"Oh...I want...I need...please help me. I need to be..."

"Need to be what Ann? What is it you need?"

"You. I need you to take me."

"Take you? Take you where? What do you really want Ann? Tell me."

"I need...I need..."

My mind was screaming COCK. What was left of my senses resisted begging for it though. Even though I was in dire need of a good fucking, I could not bring myself to freely beg for cock or fucking from anyone else but my husband.

I could feel my juices running down my legs, I was so wet. My pussy was pulsing, needing to be filled like it had never been filled before. Even my little anal bud was twinging with a need of filling too. All together the intensity of the needs I was having was driving me to break loose. And break loose I did.

"Ann, how can I help you if you will not tell me what you need?"

"I need my husband. I need Patrick."

"Oh, he is...shall I say a bit busy at the moment? Perhaps tied up is too cliche' but that he is. Tied up. Perhaps we can help you in your need. What do you require of us Ann?"

I wanted to strangle him. He knew full well that I was in a sexual daze and needed to be fucked throughly. He was acting so proper and innocent when he knew that he was anything but innocent. My needs won out over my desire to remain faithful to Patrick. One glance at the women caressing his body over there, I just lost it.

"FUCK ME. I need to be fucked. Please Bob, please take me. Fuck me. I need to be fucked."

"You want to be fucked Ann? Do you want me to have these honors of your exquisite body or should one of these other fine men be your choice?"

"Any of you...all of you...please. You know that I need...I need...that I need fucked. I need your cocks. All of them. Please...no more...I cant' take anymore. Please."

My begging had an effect on all of the men around me. I could see their cocks pulse as my words hit their ears. A woman, tied up spread wide open in front of them, begging for them to take her. I couldn't believe that I was saying that, hell, begging for that, and right in front of my husband too.

Bob moved in close and began to caress my body. Soon other hands joined in, and my night of sexual abandon began. I was near tears when I had finished begging for them and they all knew it. They still maintained a slow and deliberate pace with my seduction.

The hands were all over yet not anywhere long enough for me to get relief. Even if I could orgasm with the oils that may have been preventing just that, I was close...so close. My frustration grew as did my desire. I had never been so hot and wanting so much before.

My hands and legs were released, my arms fell to my sides for an instant, until hands held them apart once again. This time the bodily contact with mine holding me spread wide was even more sexually intensifying to me.

I was lifted up and carried over to that X shaped table, laid gently down on it. I was not restrained this time. I willingly held my body in the X-shape of the table, my legs spread wide as I could, barely keeping with the legs of the table. I saw them staring at me. Licking their lips, almost drooling over my body.

Instead of being shocked and appalled with their openly crude staring and actions, I was turned on by it. Anywhere else I would have been totally shocked by this. The combinations of the oils, the chanting, and all that had happened so far to us, well, I was fully ready to be fucked and taken many times as well.

Bob stepped between my legs his hands softly moving over my body, touching me here and there, only for a moment then moving on. When his fingers finally brushed my pussy I could feel those lips grasping at him. 

My body was betraying my needs now. My pussy was trying to pull him in and as he let his fingers rest just inside me, I could feel my asshole begin to move as if it wanted fingers there too. Bob smiled at me, his fingers smoothly stroking in and out of me now. Then fingers began to caress my asshole. Soon there were fingers stroking in and out there as well.

I bit my lips, trying to concentrate on the feelings and waiting for my orgasm to start. When after a few minutes, I couldn't feel my orgasm approaching, I looked up into Bob's eyes. He was still smiling down at me.

"Oh Ann, beautiful Ann. You need to cum. You want to orgasm. Yet you can't seem to. Perhaps you need...this."

With that I felt his cock shove into me. My pussy lips were speared by his long hard cock. The heat from it caused me to moan loudly as he filled me to capacity. He held still, buried in me and kept smiling at me.

I was moving, trying to get him to fuck me, at least move a little bit. Hands took my legs and secured me to that table top, then my arms. I groaned when I realized that I would not be allowed to cum yet.

Something brushed my cheek and as I turned my head a large fat cock came into view. It was oiled and throbbing. My lips opened of their own accord, the head of that shaft slipping into my mouth. His hands grasped my hair, steadying himself a bit, then he began to press forward.

The head of his cock moved through my mouth, then into my throat. He stopped when I gagged a bit, choking on the sudden intruder. He started to pull out but for some reason I lunged up with my head and forced more of him down. 

He looked into my eyes and must have seen that I wanted him to push more into me and so he reversed direction and shoved forwards again. His cock slipped through my throat until I felt his balls resting on my forehead. My head back and down, I could count his pubic hairs on each side of his ballsack. 

I was amazed that I had gotten all of his cock down my throat. Pleased as well. His cock was quite a bit longer than Patrick's and about half again as big around. My jaws were spread wide as my legs now. The feeling was of a fullness in both ends of my body that seemed to meet somewhere in the middle.

Bob began to stroked in and out of me in long slow movements. His cock spreading me wide open as it pressed in and then creating a vacuum effect as he pulled out. I felt my pussy trying to cling to his shaft, keeping it inside.

The cock in my throat was picking up speed. The smoothness of his shaft slipping between my lips drove me to try to keep him inside me there too. As he would pull out, I would suck harder and tighten up my lips around his shaft. 

His moans were the first signal that he was about to cum, then he began to shake. I felt his throbbing shaft bucking in my throat and as his ball bounced off my forehead, he began to spray. Right into my throat, down to my stomach. 

I swallowed, causing him to throb even more. His load was quite large and even though I was swallowing fast as I could, some seeped out around my lips to run towards my eyes. My head being almost upside down, I had a fleeting thought of getting that hot salty cum in my eyes, but a soft tongue slipped up and began to lick that cum away.

Sanya was right there, and she made sure that no cum got into my eyes. Her tongue was rough yet soft. I wanted to kiss her, but the cock still down my throat prevented that. She looked into my eyes as I cleaned that marvelous shaft off, her lips wet and her tongue shiny with his cum.

As soon as he pulled away from me, Sanya placed her mouth over mine and I could taste him on her lips and tongue. We kissed, her tongue exploring me, her hands on my breasts. Bob was still stroking me and his pace began to pick up. 

I had not orgasmed yet, and knew that the oils were stopping me from that. My need still grew and I was hoping that someone would give me the release I needed soon. Another cock presented itself to my lips. Sanya licked the shaft as it pushed into my mouth. When he bottomed out in my throat, she moved to lick his balls.

Her tongue would contact my head once in a while, letting me know that she was not far away and watching me. This man was fast and actually fucked my mouth and throat like they were a pussy. He was soon ramming into me, the head slipping through my lips so fast that I couldn't get a good seal around his shaft.

He was not as long as the first man, but almost as fat. I was enjoying that feeling of hard cock driving in and out when he suddenly shot off, almost not giving any other sign of his impending orgasm. He filled my mouth and then my throat, his hands holding my head still as he rocked his hips back and forth. I swallowed as much as I could, before he pulled away. 

Sanya leaned over me and licked my face, cleaning up the cum that had gotten spread all over. Then she fed it to me with her tongue. The taste and sensation of her tongue and his cum was like adding gas to the fire already burning inside me.

Bob was now driving in and out, his orgasm coming on. He had a breast in each hand, squeezing fairly hard, my nipples trapped in between his fingers. I felt his cum shooting inside me, the hot liquid being shoved deeply into my pussy. I was glad that I had the doctor tie my tubes after Little Patrick had been born. I didn't want to get pregnant and this man surely would have done that as deep as his cum reached inside me.

I had a cock in each hand, and yet a third approaching my mouth as Sanya reached down and picked up a small vial. Holding it over my lips she poured just a bit into my mouth. It tasted like flowers. Sort of bitter yet sort of sweet.

What it did was nothing like flowers though. My head exploded in sensation. I could feel every nerve ending in my body all at once. The throbbing of my clit was almost too much to take. Bob pulled out as he did I thought that my pussy, as tight as it was holding him, would come inside out with him.

He broke free of me and stepped away. Another man stepped up. I never saw his cock, but as he pressed the head of it inside me I knew that he had the biggest cock I had ever felt. It was huge. My poor lips were spread wide as they could go and still the head of that shaft was pressing them wider and wider. As he shoved forward I could feel my muscles working to accommodate his size.

He must have known that his size was enough that he had to be gentle because as much as he pressed inside me, he was taking his time and making sure I was able to receive him without too much trouble.

When he was about half inside the man at my head took his cock and ran it over my lips. I turned trying to capture it, the liquid that Sanya had given me was working in me now too. He finally slipped his cock over my lips and deeply into my throat. That huge cock in my pussy began to push even farther now, only in one slow long drive it went fully inside me.

I was so stuffed with cock that I almost passed out. I had never had any cock this big in me before. Nor had I ever taken another cock down my throat at the same time with the full knowledge of my surroundings.

Even though I couldn't move my arms, the cocks in my hands were being pressed back and forth. I was jacking off two cocks as another took my throat and yet another took my pussy. I suddenly felt my asshole throbbing for attention too. 

The cocks in my body were driving me upwards and the liquid that Sanya had given me was going to allow my release this time. My orgasm was approaching as the cocks pounded me. The slowness and care had given away to hard and fast fucking. I could hear my moans, muffled as they were with the cock in my throat, and my mind left my body.

The orgasm that hit me started in my pussy and engulfed my whole body as these cocks worked inside me. I came harder and stronger than I ever had, even with Patrick earlier. It seemed that each time I was going higher and higher and I almost had a need to see how far this could go before I topped out. 

In the midst of my orgasm I felt lips and sucking on my nipples. Sanya was adding to the whole experience and drove me even further up. I shook hard as I was carried into nirvana. My body at last getting what it had so desperately wanted all this time.

After I came back to earth the cocks in me were still going strong. I felt another orgasm coming on and looking into Sanya's eyes she could see the question I must have had.

"Oh the oil...you will be having a long and wonderful time tonight. Each time will be bigger and better than the last sweet lady. You will get more and want more. Later, when you have gone far enough, I will give you a bit of something to drink that will bring you back down just as slowly as you go up. Your night ahead will be very fulfilling for you."

Hearing this made me wonder what would happen if she didn't give me the...antidote...to this oil. Would I stay this way? One long continual orgasm? Or would it destroy me eventually? At the moment I didn't care. I was having the biggest orgasms ever and I loved them. I wanted even more.

I was taken by each man there, orally and vaginally. Then I was moved and positioned on my tummy. My breasts were hanging out under me, and my head was propped up in a nice soft cushioned rest. 

My legs were bent down, like I was bending over the table, and I knew that my ass was completely exposed. I wanted what came next, even though I knew it would be painful at first. I heard Bob talking to me as he came up behind and pressed his cock into my crack. 

He moved it up and down, going into my pussy, then pulling out and slipping it up and over my asshole. Then, once he got almost out of my ass crack, he moved it back down. I could feel my asshole winking at him, enticing his cock to enter.

Oil was applied to his cock head and as he dipped into my pussy, more oil was poured over my ass. Fingers pierced my tight little hole, working it open a bit at a time. Soon two, then three, and finally four were stroking me. I was beginning to beg now, wanting what came next.

"Oh...yesss...please...mmmmmm...I'm ready. Give me that cock. Right there in my tight little asshole. Please...fuck me...fuck my ass."

Bob listened to me begging, his motions staying the same. Fingers stroking, cock pulsing in my pussy. Then the fingers were removed. His cock traveled up and the head was soon on the center of my tightest hole. 

slippery as I was and as his cock was by now, it took nothing for him to drive into me. My ass opened up, accepting his shaft fully. There was some discomfort and pain, but once he was buried in me, he held still, letting me get used to his size. Then the stroking began. Long, slow and even. Each thrust in was hitting nerves that I never knew I had. I orgasmed on each movement it seemed. 

A cock was touching my lips and without opening my eyes I allowed it to enter. I sucked it in until his pubic bone was crushing my nose. As he began to stroke in and out of my throat I opened my eyes to see his tanned yet white skin and looking up I saw Patrick. My husband was fucking my throat and seemed to be loving it too.

Here was his wife, naked getting fucked in the ass as he was fucking my throat. This knowledge pushed me over and into a sexual daze again. Bob was thrusting faster and faster as Patrick seemed to match him stroke for stroke.

Patrick's hands were on my head, softly holding me, his fingers running through my hair. The cock in my ass was causing me to move in jerky choppy movements as my husbands cock rode my lips hard.

I was grateful that Patrick would still want to be with me. I put my loose hands up and grabbing each ass cheek, I pulled Patrick harder and faster into me. This caused him to start to cum and as he did I also felt Bob shooting off deep inside my bowels. 

Patrick's cock was fully buried in my throat and I held him there. His hot sweet cum was spraying my throat and shooting straight down to my stomach. I was in that nirvana like place once again. My orgasm slipped up on me and just as the men in me finished, I started to cum hard. Harder than ever.

When I came to, there was a nice cock driving in and out of my pussy. I was still on my tummy and there was a nice long black cock in front of my eyes. I opened my lips and took it inside my mouth. Looking up, I was a bit shocked to see it was Bob. His cock bottomed out in my throat as the knowledge of this nasty act coursed through my body.

Patrick was behind me, his cock pounding my pussy hard. Then he pulled out and he aligned his cock on my now loosened ass. As he pressed inside me, I clamped down around his shaft. He moaned loudly as I did. 

Soon he was fucking my asshole pretty fast and Bob was approaching another orgasm. He pulled away from my mouth before he came and moved to stand me up. Patrick stayed in my ass and his arms went around my body. Picking me up slightly, stepped around, allowing Bob to come in close in front of us. 

Bob took my legs and picking them up in his arms, he moved to place his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Once he was just inside of me there, he nodded to Patrick and they let me slide down those wonderful and throbbing shafts of man meat.

I was stuffed so full and so wonderfully now. My head fell back on Patrick's shoulder as they got into a rythym and began to fuck me good and hard. My breasts were flopping around wildly as they got more in time with each other. All I knew was that I was on the verge of a hug big orgasm.    As I began to cum I heard someone screaming loudly. I soon realized that someone was me. Patrick's tongue was near my ear, his lips caressing just behind. His shaft ramming me hard and fast as Bob's filled in any possible gaps that could have been left.

Just before I passed out I remember shouting out to Patrick.

"I love you Patrick. Oh God I love you so much."

When I came to I was laying on a nice soft bed. Nude and freshly bathed. I had been bathed while out cold. I could still feel my body shaking and the tingles of the intense orgasm that had put me out.

Sanya entered the room and slipped up on the bed to lay with me. Her hands caressed my body as her lips began to kiss me all over. I laid there, enjoying the sensations of this new sexual awareness. 

Her mouth traveled over my body, seeking and searching out all my erogenous zones so knowingly. With great precision her tongue would locate and entice me to higher levels of sexual heat.

Soon her hot breath was between my legs, her tongue flicking my clit. I had spread my legs as far apart as I could, wanting her to be there. Fingers slipped inside me, and then inside my tender asshole too. Her tongue was doing things to my body that I couldn't have imagined were possible.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 07



I began to cum, her face pressed into my pussy. It was a nice and sweet orgasm, one that took a long time to build then a longer time to pass. Laying there afterwards, she moved up to lay in my arms.

"Oh, that was wonderful Sanya. Thank you."

"Thank you Ann. Your sweet taste and soft body have enraptured me. I am grateful that you let me taste of you."

"Um...Sanya..."

"Yes?"

"Nothing. I just was wondering...not important."

"No, what? What were you wondering?"

"Oh...I'm not sure. Could I...I mean...well...you did so great with me...I want to..."

"Return the favor? If you want to and feel comfortable with it...then yes, by all means."

I was embarrassed to admit that her body had turned me on. I wanted to taste and feel her just like she had been so intimate with me. I slipped up and on top of her, and lowering my mouth to hers we kissed. Her hands hugged me tightly, then slightly released me. I moved down, kissing her as I went.

Her throat was soft, tender. Her breasts were so wonderful. Firm and standing up proudly. She needed to bra, they were perfect as they were. Her nipples were about half dollar auroles with hard buds sticking way out from them. I sucked on each one as I would have and did like mine sucked on. 

Moving down her flat smooth belly, I played with her belly button a bit before going lower. I could smell her sweetness. Her need was there I could see and as my face lowered in close, I was overcome with the thoughts in my head.

My tongue slipped in between her pussy lips, and I stuck it in as deep as I could. I could feel her tight pussy muscles massaging it, as my nose rubbed her clit. I then move to tongue that clit, and then enclosed my lips around it, sucking gently.

Her hands had been on my head for some time. As I sucked on her pussy, the hair so fine that it was almost bald looking, I felt hands on my ass. Sanya held me tightly in her grip and once I realized that she wouldn't let me be hurt, I just went back to enjoying her taste.

A soft tongue began licking my bottom. Each cheek, then, the hands spreading my cheeks apart, my crack. When that tongue flicked over my asshole I shook involuntarily. I had almost orgasmed with just that touch. Knowing that someone's tongue was in my most private place like that sent mini shock waves through me.

I realized that whoever it was, was a man. His stubble was a bit rough. I liked the contrast though so I just wiggled my butt and let him press back into me. Sanya was writhing before me, her orgasm coming on. I paid more attention to her now. I wanted this to be good for her at least as good as it had been for me.

As Sanya came, the man had begun to finger me. Both holes had fingers in them, yet his tongue was still there, caressing around where it could. Sanya fell back in post orgasmic bliss, letting my head go. 

I turned to look back at whoever was licking and fingering me so well. I was first shocked then relieved to see it was Patrick. He was fully involved in my pleasure now and didn't open his eyes to see me looking at him. 

This knowledge, my husband licking me there, tonguing me there, drove me into another orgasm. This one was hard and fast, causing me to fall onto my tummy. Patrick kept his fingering of my holes going until I passed out.

When I came to, Patrick was holding me in his arms. Sanya was gone, probably leaving us to have as little time as we had left together. Patrick was stroking my head, his hands gentle and loving. I kissed him, my tongue searching out his. I felt his interest grow, his cock began to throb. 

Pushing him back on the bed I moved to straddle him. His shaft was now hard as iron and I sat up, allowing the head of it to press between my pussy lips. Then, as I looked into his eyes, I moved that head to my little asshole. Pressing back and down, I let that shaft enter me and fill me there.

Patrick's eyes opened wide as he realized what I had done. Then, as he started to say something, I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine. Kissing him, he gave up trying talk and hugged me close. We kissed until we both orgasmed. A nice and deep orgasm for me for sure. One that was more fulfilling than the others I had last night, even though they had been intense. 

As he softened in me, we laid there, and began to talk. Our conversation on what was to come and when I would have to leave him go home. We didn't mention Kim or Montana, knowing that the walls may have had ‘ears'. I think we were both reassured that we loved each other still, even more than before. I know I was at least. 



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 08



My initiation into this sect of my grandfathers was not exactly what I expected. I was pretty revved up with the oils and ‘herbs' that the oils contained. I remember Ann leaning in to kiss me before they removed me from the room. 

As they had been rubbing those oils onto my body, I had kept my eyes on Ann as much as I could. I even was able to shift a few times to keep her in my view. I saw that she knew what I was doing and inside I felt a bit better about all of this.

When Ann kissed me I was so sexually alive I couldn't help but lick her lips. I wanted so much to take her right then and there, no matter who was watching. My wife looked so beautiful and sexual at that moment I just wanted to be with her.

I know that the oils and ‘herbs' had much to do with my heightened state of awareness and I was a bit curious if I would learn the secrets of the oils in my hopefully short time with them. I could see how having that oil at home with my wife...well...dream come true for both of us I think.

I was led into a dark room. There was light from some kind of fire on the end of sticks that surrounded us. It was like a jungle movie setting of sorts and I almost laughed at that thought. Even though I was more or less a prisoner here, it did have some corny aspects once in a while.

I then noticed that candles were being set up in a large circle. In the middle of this circle were two area's that had rings in the floor and suspended from the ceiling. I was not certain but I had a hunch that someone was to be tied up to at least one set of those rings.

When they led me over there I knew that I was the intended...victim. I had no idea of what was to follow, I could only hope that whatever happened, Ann would be set free. For all I knew, I was to be sacrificed at this point since they obviously thought that they had some live ‘samples' of my seed.

I was tied up, arms apart and legs apart as well. The cloth that had been draped around my body was removed by some very intimate and knowing hands. Those hands caressed the cloth off my body, saving my cock for the last caresses.

I didn't need any more stimulation at this point. The erection I was sporting was longer and fatter than any I had ever had. It actually hurt it was stretched so tightly. I was wondering if anyone had ever had their penis blow apart from the application of that oil.

I was left to stand there, alone. Then I saw movement and Ann was led into the room to the other place in front of me. She was tied up just like I was, about ten or so feet away from where I was. I could see her looking around, then at me. Her eyes gave me a window to the thoughts she was having. A bit of fear, a bit of curiosity, and something else.

When the women began to dance around me I was surprised at first. Then, once in a while as they danced in front of me, one would reach around from behind and caress my cock or balls. Ann couldn't see them doing this. Matter of fact I don't think she could see me much at all the way they crowded to the front in their dancing.

I could see Ann and then the men as they began to dance around her. The sight of my wife, tied up helplessly as naked men danced around her naked body...well I was torn between sexually turned on and anger of her distress.

Hands began to touch me constantly and pretty soon I lost track of Ann and what was happening with her. Joan came to stand in front of me and she leaned in, hugging me close. Her breasts and nipples rubbing on my chest, her lips on mine. 

As her tongue forced its way into my mouth her hands took my cock into their soft firm grip, and she began to stroke me. Her tongue was touching my teeth and then running in and out like a little cock.

I was getting turned on in spite of myself. Ok...I was already turned on what with the oils and stuff, but Joan was pushing me to want to fuck her bad. She knew what she was doing and she did it with serious intent.

Then she knelt in front of me, as the dancers kept up the circling and chanting, Joan began to lick, then suck my shaft. I was amazed that I didn't shoot off right away as her lips clamped around me.

Her sucking was driving me close, but as before, I could not get into orgasm. Whatever those oils had in them, they had one purpose and one purpose only. To drive whoever had it rubbed on them into a sexual heat to depths that they had never gone before, but not let them see satisfaction.

I wondered if anyone had ever died because someone didn't give them the release...well...agent...and their heart burst from the pressure of almost but not quite being at orgasm. I could see that an extended time with this would drive someone crazy, possibly insane.

Joan stood and just before she stepped in to hug my body close to hers I looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of Ann, hands all over h er, her mouth open, her moans becoming loud enough for me to hear clearly over all else going on in the room. She was chanting too.

My attentions were brought back to Joan as she picked up one leg, spreading herself wide. Someone picked her up a bit and as they did she put her arms around my neck and then her body slowly lowered. Hands took my cock and guided me into her tightness. She settled down on the base of my shaft, her pussy moving around me.

Her eyes were on mine as she began to rock her hips slightly. Each movement drew a spasm from my body. I was so close...yet so far. I thrust up into her, and as I did, her eyes flared in surprise. A passion I had not seen in from her before seemed to go over her and the next thing I knew she was humping up and down on my shaft, hard and fast. Her breast, those nipples sticking out half an inch, rubbing me chest roughly. Her arms tightly around my neck trapped my head so that when she leaned in to kiss me, I just went with the flow. I couldn't fight her off, and actually, didn't want to now.

Her tongue fought with mine, then soon her explorations of my mouth caused me to want to explore hers. Our tongues fought again, briefly, then I won out. My tongue inside her mouth, touching and feeling.

Her eyes were still on mine and once I opened them I couldn't stop looking back into hers either. Her tight pussy was clasping me, milking my hardness. Hot and wet, I was approaching orgasm, but still...couldn't quite get there. 

Joan broke our kiss, and turning her head, someone shoved a gel capsule into her mouth. If I hadn't been staring at her eyes like I had been I would have missed that act completely. Whatever the release mechanism was, it was in gel caps. I was mildly surprised. Modern technology in ancient rituals...different.

Joan turned back to me and with a small biting motion her lips crushed against mine. Her tongue shoved inside my mouth and a bitter-sweet taste flooded my mouth. My head got light and my body seemed to explode. Joan hung on to me and she was smart to do so. Even tied up like I was, my hips began to thrust up so hard and fast that if Joan hadn't been hanging on she would have been thrown off.

Her breasts flopped around wildly as I drove into her. My movements were hard and long as I could muster under the circumstances. I was in overdrive and could feel my orgasm building. This time I was going to blow, I could tell. The tingle started in my center, then spread outwards, intensely touching every part of my body.

I don't know when Joan got off my body, all I knew was the other women were now riding my shaft. I didn't get soft, and I was having an orgasm every so often. I had been released from the tied position and was on the floor on a fur rug of some kind.

Each woman would straddle me and push her pussy down on my shaft. Hands on my chest, hands on my balls, tongues everywhere as well. I was lost in a dream of women, pussy, breasts, and tongues.

After a bit, the women were all done, except for one. Sanya walked up and stood over me. A leg on each side of my body. I was looking up at her trimmed pussy, slightly open and dripping juices. I know it was an involuntary response, but my tongue slipped along my lip at the sight of her standing over me like that.

She lowered down, her legs spreading as she did. My shaft was being held upright by someone off to one side of me. Sanya let the head of my cock touch her pussy lips, then just as I thought she was going to just tease me or something, she drove her body down. The unexpectedness of her move caught me off guard.

As her pubic mound crushed around the base of my shaft, I felt a large orgasm hit me. Then she was bouncing on me. Her pace was fast yet each stroke was taking the full length of my shaft each time.

She posted on my like that for a bit and I had two or three orgasms before she started to cum herself. The hand was still around the base of my shaft holding me up and Sanya's orgasm caused her to drop fully down on me.

That hand stayed there, trapped now. Then, as Sanya got her composure back, she sat up. Looking into my eyes she muttered something like a chant to herself. Then she raised up slightly and pulled my cock out of her pussy. 

She then lowered her body back down and I felt my cock entering a very tight and hot hole. Sanya had moved my cock from her pussy to her asshole. Before I could get ready, she just dropped down on me once again. This time it almost hurt. Her little hole was so tight that it squeezed me harder than I was prepared for.

She bottomed out on my shaft and held still. Getting used to me back there I thought. Or, letting me get used to her tightness. Hands came in and one of them had a dildo, a large black dildo. Two hands spread her pussy wide open right in front of my eyes and then the third hand shoved that dildo right up into her.

Sanya moaned and her hips rocked a few times as the dildo bottomed out inside her. I could feel the hard shaft rub on mine with just that thin membrane between her pussy and asshole separating them.

Then, the hand began to literally ram that shaft in and out of her body. As it did, her ass moved on my shaft and pretty soon I was having yet another orgasm. Her tightness got slippery with the addition of my cum and since I didn't get soft, she kept right on moving on me. 

She had three orgasms with that dildo before she had enough. She rolled off to the side, off my body. Someone immediately sat on my shaft, enclosing it in heat again. I was tired from all the orgasms but knew that the end was not in sight for quite some time. I also knew that I was going to be quite sore in the morning.

Three more women had me after the one on me got off then I was led over to where my wife was. My shaky legs barely supported my weight. Once I saw what my wife was going through I forgot all about that though. Laying on her back, spread wide, loosely tied to that table.

There was a man in her mouth, driving his cock in and out, his nuts bouncing on her forehead. I could see her neck bulging as the head of his cock slipped deep down her throat. Here breasts were glistening in the firelight, her nipples sticking out so far I thought at first that someone had put some kind of rings around them to force them out like that. There weren't rings there though. They were sticking out all by themselves. Or from the sucking they had gotten from the various mouths presently kissing her body all over. The man in her pussy had a huge cock, long and fat. Her hips moved in time with his, her body showing her need of all that meat.

I felt my heart beating, the sight of my wife getting fucked so fully right there in front of me was quite a bit to take. I was torn between jealousy and intense sexual awakening. Ann didn't see me, but her hand was nearby, resting on the arm of the X-table. I stepped in pretty close, looking at her sexual debauchery, and suddenly her hand closed around my shaft.

I looked into her eyes, but she didn't seem to register that it was her husband standing there as she was getting fucked in mouth and pussy. Her hand stroked my cock so softly and just right, that it didn't hurt me at all. 

I was getting turned on more and more, especially when the man in her mouth started to cum. His cock was buried in her throat as he started to shoot off. Then he pulled away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth fully. Ann kept her mouth wide open, and sticking her tongue out, tried to catch his cum as it sprayed all over her face and neck.

Then, after he was done shooting, he stepping in and wiped his cock around her face, shoving that cum into her open mouth, where she greedily sucked and licked it clean. At some point I had orgasmed, and it was now all over her arm and hand. Without looking up at me at all, she calmly yet urgently put her hand in her mouth and licked and sucked arm clean of my cum too.

My wife was gone into a zone I had never seen her at before. Would we ever be the same happy couple we had been before now? Would I be able to provide for her needs after all of this? I knew I had to get my points in now while she was aware, and show her that I could bo her ‘man' still.

Bob had moved her onto her tummy and was taking her tight little ass as yet another man took her mouth. Someone reached out and began to caress her back, rubbing more oil into her in the process.

The man in her mouth shot off, filling her throat with his gift and he moved away. Not sure if they would allow me to, I boldly stepped in front of my wife and stuck my cock out. Her lips closed around my shaft and sucked me in. Then as I bottomed out I saw a startled look come over her eyes. Realization that this was a white cock dawning.

Ann, my beautiful and naked wife, full of other mens cum, being filled with another man's cock in her ass, the sexual being that I had never seen before, my Ann, was the most sexy and sensual person I had ever known.

She looked into my eyes and I saw a bit of fear, love, sexual intensity, and flat out lust. That look passed quickly as she returned her energies to sucking my cock. I could see and feel a change in how she sucked me too. I was getting a better and fuller treatment than any other man had so far tonight. Well, that I was aware of anyway.

This knowledge, plus the oils and whatever was in that gel cap, caused me to shoot off rather quickly. I filled Ann's mouth and throat with my cum and she swallowed it all without missing a drop.

Bob finished ramming her ass and stepped back. He looked into my eyes and nodded down towards her bottom. I pulled out of her mouth and went around behind her. Looking down I saw that her poor little hole was wide open. I pushed my cock into her very wet pussy, feeling the heat and juices of other men flooding her there.

My thoughts were of how different she felt now versus when just her and I had been together. The added cum and her looseness was stimulating and I knew that if I stayed her too much longer I would cum. I pulled out and aligned my cock on her tender brown bud.

I caressed her ass, touching her all over, then gently, pressed my cock into her now loosened hole. My intent was to be careful and not hurt her, but her body had other plans. She shoved back, taking me all in one full thrust. Her ass began to cling then envelope my cock, and pretty soon I was fucking a velvet glove. 

My hands were on her ass cheeks, holding her close as I began to fuck her faster and faster. Bob had stepped around and was pressing her lips open with the head of his cock. Soon that long fat shaft was fully in her throat just as mine had been a bit ago. Ann was swallowing him easily and seemed to be enjoying it too.

I still tried to keep an easy pace as I fucked Ann's asshole, not wanting her to be too sore in the morning. I should have given up after the first shove though since she began to roll and shove her body into me on each of my forward thrusts.

I was not sure if she knew that her husband was taking her ass or not, but she acted like she was there just for me. Even though there had been other men in her tonight, I got the feeling that in this too I was getting a fuller treatment.

Bob pulled out of her mouth and nodded to me. I got his drift, and holding my cock in Ann's asshole, I reached around, hugging her to my body, and lifter her up into my arms. Her legs were dangling down as we stood there. Her ass impaled on my shaft.

Bob reached down and picked up her legs, holding them behind her knees, in the crooks of his arms. Then I felt a voodoo like feeling as his cock pressed into her pussy from the front. I could feel his shaft pressing in, slipping deeply inside of her. As it rubbed against mine I could feel the ridges and bumps on him.

Ann groaned, then moaned. Her hands went around his neck, helping to support her weight as two cocks began to drive her into nirvana. Her ass was clamping tightly around my shaft now, and as Bob stroked in and out the added stimulation caused me to shoot off rather quickly.

We fucked Ann like this until I reached yet one more orgasm, while she had maybe ten or so. She passed out in our arms and when Bob and I were done fucking her, we pulled out of her tender hot little holes and laid her gently on the table. She curled up there, sleeping soundly.

I watched as two men picked her up and carried her off to another room. I was led into a room and fell on the bed there and crashed. When I woke up, Joan was next to me. I could tell that she was wanting something more from me, and since I didn't know where Ann had been taken to, and I was still quite horny...shocked by that fact too...I slipped up behind her to spoon.

Joan came to, and grabbing my cock in her hand, she pressed it into her pussy from behind. We had a nice slow fuck, my orgasm nice, but not too intense. She on the other hand seemed to have a huge orgasm. She passed out afterwards, so I got up showered, and then went looking for where Ann was at.

Walking into our room I was surprised to see Sanya and Ann embracing. Naked, they were exploring each other's body. I couldn't believe that my wife would touch let alone kiss another woman like she was Sanya.

I watched as Ann kissed her way down to Sanya's pussy, her face buried in that dark soft wet spot. I was behind them a bit so I was looking right at Ann's butt as she knelt on the bed between Sanya's legs.

I couldn't resist the temptation, and slipping in behind Ann, I grabbed her asscheeks in my hands and gently spread them wide open. Looking at her tight little hole, winking at me as she kept her face buried in Sanya's pussy was too much and I found my face drawn in close to her.

As I reached out with my tongue I felt her move as if startled, then relax, letting me have her fully. With her asscheeks spread wide by my hands I proceeded to lick and tongue her asshole and once in a while down to her pussy as well.

I could tell she was getting worked up by my technique and this whole act had me so turned on that I was about to cum from just doing it. I had deep down wanted to do this to Ann for a long, long time. Fear of ridicule or refusal by Ann because it was too nasty had held me back. Now, after all we had been through, I just went with my thoughts and feelings.

At some point Sanya came and I found Ann having a hard orgasm as well. Ann fell to the bed, out cold from the intenseness of the orgasm I had given her. I kept fingering her for a bit, then moved to lay beside her, hugging her close to me.

As she slept in my arms, her head on my chest, I couldn't help but stroke her hair and just hold her. My love, my best friend in the world, all I had or had ever wanted. I was about to lose her, maybe forever, and that thought drove me crazy inside. I wanted to remember every little detail about her so I just laid there looking, staring, memorizing her body, her face, even the what she smelled like.

Ann stirred after a while and kissed me hard. Sanya had left after Ann had fallen asleep. Her words to me had been softly spoken yet intense.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 08



"I leave you to your wife. You will need to bond well with her for she leaves this afternoon. I can see that your love for her is very strong Patrick, and that is good. It will need to be strong for what lies ahead for you."

"Will I be with her ever again Sanya?"

"This I do not know Patrick. I have not bee told of what truly lies ahead for you. Training, more ritual seed giving, much lies ahead. You may get to be with her sometime again. I just do no know."

My fears were coming to surface with her words. They cut into my soul, hurting me as deeply as any could have. My only comfort would be knowing that Ann was safe at Kim's with the kids. She would be safe there for sure. I would have to figure out how to break free on my own.

When Ann woke we kissed passionately. Her tongue was all over mine and she didn't want to stop. Then, as we both got worked up, I think knowing down deep that this would be the last time for just us, she pushed me back and straddled my body.

As she guided me into her I realized that she had placed the head of my cock on her little sore bottom. I was about to protest that she didn't have to take me there, that I would have been just happy cuddling with her, when she put her finger to my lips shushing me. Her lips and tongue followed her fingers and we kissed.

She slowly let her body glide down my shaft. The tightness gave way to a nice smooth and warm feeling. Her ass was still tight, but accepting of my shaft. I laid back as Ann proceeded to bring us both to some very intense, very loving, and very memorable climaxes.

Our mouths were hardly ever apart during the whole act, as if there was a deep need to show our connection between us. I just loved my wife, thinking only of her and trying to engrave the feelings we had right now forever into my mind.

We talked afterwards, not mentioning Montana. Our conversation was a bit misleading in case anyone was listening, and I could see warning flashing in Ann's eyes whenever she would say something that would lead one to believe that she was getting hooked on this lifestyle.

Her eyes told me that was not the case, she was saying things out loud to let them think that she wouldn't want to leave yet. I caught on and the whole conversation was inflected with innuendo and second meanings. Only our eyes let our true feelings show. Our eyes were on each other the whole time too.

They came in and two men had all of Ann's things in her suitcases. We hugged tightly, and they had to pull us apart. I was allowed to kiss my wife one last time and as they tore us apart from that the last words I heard her saying was that she loved me and would be waiting for me no matter how long it took.

"Patrick...my love. You are my only love. I will be waiting for you. When you come to me I will be there, no matter how long it takes."

"I love you Ann. I love you too. I will always be yours."

Bob came in and as they led Ann away he took me by the arm and pulled me towards the other door to the room. Leading me down the hall I he began to tell me a bit of what I would be learning for the foreseeable future. 

"Well Patrick. It is time for you to learn now. You have missed much and you have quite a bit to learn. Even with the gifts you were born with it will take quite some time. Perhaps someday we will fly Ann back down here and let you be with her. For now she would be a distraction though. She will soon be home with your children, and they will need their mother anyway."

"How long?"

"How long? How ever long it takes Patrick. How ever long it takes."

His precise speech left no doubt that I was to be here for a long time. A very long time. I wondered how my grandfather had escaped and how long it had taken him to do so. Then I began to wonder if perhaps he had been brought into this just as I had been. Could it be possible that he had been forced just like I was being forced?

I was taken to a large room with books lining shelves. Lights were here and there, tables and benches too. A regular library of large proportions that many cities would have been quite proud of. After looking at some of the books, I realized that most of them dealt with things off the mainstreams of life. 

I was engrossed in a book I had opened up, something about dreaming and existence on other planes. I remembered the words spoken what seemed so long ago and had to begin somewhere. Sanya walked in and watched me as I read.

"Oh good, you are searching out for yourself. Probably not quite the right book to start with, but a start nonetheless."

"I remember someone talking about my dreams and others seeing them. Will this book cover that?"

"Yes. But it will have some things that are not...shall I say easy to swallow for you right now. I think that you will need to start a bit slowly and build up to that particular book Patrick. Here, lets start with this one. It tells of the beginnings and your part...well, your grandfathers parts in it. I think it will best prepare you for your lessons coming."

I put the book down reluctantly, wanting to read some more as it had been interesting. I was busy trying to put my wife, my love, my best friend out of my mind. I wanted to run to her and then run away. I knew logically that they wouldn't let me free and it could get Ann hurt so my best action was inaction at this time. My time would come. Oh yes, my time would come.

Over the next days I learned more about the history and the ideal's behind all of what had brought me here. It seems that my great-great grandfather had been shipwrecked on this Island a long time ago. He had risen to great power mainly due to the fact that he had been an educated and learned man.

I read his journals, kept meticulously by whoever was in charge of the library. The writing and how it was written was difficult to read, but it was like opening a chapter of a book that I sort of knew, yet reading it for the first time.

I asked Bob one day about how they were going to explain my disappearance when I didn't show up to work from my vacation. As I should have known, they had that covered.

"Oh, your wife delivered a letter to your boss. You were hurt in an accident, and will be out for quite sometime. You are in good care in Jamaica at a hospital/care facility. When you are better you will return. You see, your employer will not miss you at all. Matter of fact, they have sent a card and some flowers to you. They will be in your room tonight when you go there."

"How nice. You seem to have all the angle covered then Bob."

"All but where your wife has gone off to. She stayed at home for a day or so, delivered the messages we needed her to deliver, then it seems her, your children, and even your parents all disappeared. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you Patrick?"

"No. She probably left to make sure that you can't touch our kids. Not sure why my parents would have gone with her though."

"Hmmmm...I think you are not being fully...honest with me Patrick. Time will tell though. We have ways and we will find them eventually."

I was elated that Ann had been able to give them the slip. His last words had given me cause for concern though. I knew that it was only a matter of time. After all, they had found me after a while, so even though it might take years, I knew that eventually they would find Ann and the kids.

I was barely able to keep my face neutral as we talked. I wanted to shout out loud and dance a jig. It seemed that the first part of our little plan was going to work after all. Bob hung with me most of the time now. He was teaching me things that I had felt, but never knew I was capable of doing.

I had discovered that my mind was an intricate and deep tool that had many ways of being used. Bob worked with me on several things, first being the telepathic portion. I knew I had to be careful since he evidently knew quite a bit and had some powers too. I didn't want him to discover my secrets, if he could.

Other powers came into being as we worked together. I still kept part of my thoughts on escape and getting back to Ann, yet what I was being taught fascinated and enthralled me. I did have some powers and I was learning you could do certain things if you knew how to put your mind to it.

Each day became one of learning and soon several weeks had passed. I missed Ann so much that at night I was having dreams of her. I soon realized that even in those dreams I had to guard against prying eyes.

"So, who is Kim? You dreamt of a Kim last night Patrick. Who is she?"

Stunned, I held my tongue. How in the hell...of course, my dreams. I had dreamed about Ann and Kim on the ranch, riding horses. I didn't know if Kim even had any horses, but I had dreamed it last night. And Bob was asking me about that dream today.

"Kim? A girl my wife and I knew when we were first dating. She grew up on a farm and we used to go there and ride with her once in a while."

"Hmmmm. Where was this farm?"

"Virginia. West Virginia. Towards the western border. Nice little place, nestled I in the forest. Small place really. Her father was a gentleman farmer you know."

He seemed to accept that explanation, and I was relieved. My dreams were a possible source of information to them now too. I had to be very careful. The longer I was here the more apt I was to let something slip and give away where Ann was hiding.

A month passed. Then another. I was being taught daily, and being fucked every night. Each night some woman would be in my bed waiting. I soon found out that there was an intense struggle to be with me and when a woman was there with me, they would try anything, do anything to please me.

At first it was strange, women trying different things to please me. Later, after several weeks, I began to learn things about women that I hadn't known. I insisted that they show me things as much as they tried to please me.

Some of the women were thrilled to be able to teach me about their bodies, others wanted to be fucked and sucked and not get too involved. I gathered that some wanted to be with me, and others needed to be with me to keep their ‘place' in the scheme of things.

Sanya wanted to be with me. She taught me many things about women, and many things about sexual pleasures that had not much to do with women. It was Sanya that explained the secrets of the oils and how to make them. She also told me of other herbs and things that would do many other things. 

In my third month I found my heart still wanting to connect with Ann. I missed her terribly and was having a tough time doing anything. Bob came up to me one day and began to drill me about Ann.

"Where is your Ann, Patrick? You need her, you so obviously want her over any other woman you can have. Tell me where to find her and I will bring her to you."

"If I knew, I would tell you. She probably left me thinking that I am a cheat and planned all of this."

"You know better than that Patrick. You know as well as I do that her love for you is complete. She would not leave you anymore than you could leave her. I saw that right away."

"Well, I do not know where she is."

"Ok. Have it your way. I wish that you would trust me though Patrick. You could have all of this and your beautiful Ann as well. Even your children if you so wanted. You have it within your power you know."

His words cut to the core. Would my kids even remember me soon? I wanted Ann so bad it hurt. Every night in bed after whichever woman had left me, I would think only of Ann. Those last moments we had together. Her kisses. Her smell. Her soft and warm body. Then I would dream. I had learned to keep certain things out of my dreams, surprising not only myself, but Bob as well. 

One day as he worked with me he grew frustrated. He threw up his arms and stomped out shouting that I was the most difficult student he had ever had. I didn't understand until then that it was he who ‘read' my dreams. I had figured out how to prevent him from reading my dreams now.

Later he talked to me. I could see that Ann's disappearance bothered him more than he wanted to let me know. As he talked I suddenly ‘saw' his thoughts. I was stunned, then barely able to keep my surprise off of my face. I had read his mind as he was talking to me and saw how he was trying to lead me to tell him where Ann was. Even to the point of seeing him think how to buddy up to me better to get my trust.

Our conversation became less tense as I learned how to ‘read' his thoughts better. Soon I could see that he thought I trusted him pretty far, when in fact I did not. Not at all. I soon found that I could read other's minds too. 

The most telling time was when one of the ‘duty' women came to my bed one night. Laying there as she massaged me I could ‘hear' her thinking.

"I wish that he would just take me hard and use me. Force me. Be a man about taking me. Just once."

I was surprised, since she seemed to be miss mild around the others all the time. Shy and introverted, yet wanting me to evidently be a bit rough with her. So, I changed my spots and surprised her quite a bit that night.

We were laying there and as she finished those thoughts, I rolled up and took her shoulders in my hands. I threw her down on the bed and pounced on her naked body. I heard her breath catch, her heart beating loudly. It was like my mind was in two places at once.

Her thoughts screaming in my head as I surprised her throughly and fully, I began to be quite forceful with her. As she would think of what she was afraid I would do next, I did it. Right up to a point where I think she was in fear of her life. Then, I backed off, giving her a bit of a break and letting her know that she would be safe with me.

That was a turning point with each woman. Soon they all couldn't wait for their turn with me. Fights would break out over who's turn it was. Bob was having a time trying to keep order, and some of the other men were being pressed to keep the women in line.

Sanya was first to catch on to what was going on. One night, on her ‘turn' she laid there just before we started. By this time I would ‘read' the woman with me and start where their thoughts led.

Tonight, I started with Sanya and her thoughts began to change midstream. I was off guard, but tried to keep in tune. She soon had me doing all sorts of strange stuff, from being rough, to tender. Even being a bit submissive at one point. I grew frustrated at her changing things constantly and broke away.

"Oh, Patrick. You have learned your lessons well have you not?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how to read the mind very well."

"Oh?"

Laughing she playfully jumped on top of my body and trapped me on my back. My cock was at the entrance of her pussy and as she laughed, she slid down, taking me fully inside her body. Then she bent in close and hugging me began to tell me what she knew for fact.

"I wondered in the change of some of the girls. They began to desperately need to be with you. You were doing everything so well for each one. I got suspicious. I made sure that you had no contact with them at any other time. That there were no microphones anywhere. That left only one thing. Y our mind."

"My mind?"

"Yes. You devil you. I tested you tonight. And you missed what I was doing only because you didn't expect it. I had you reading me, and I changed my thoughts, watching you read then change with them. Yes...you have learned far better than Bob thinks. Far better."

"Are you going to tell him then?"

"Tell him what? That you read minds? He knows this already. Just...just not how well you can read them. Even I am surprised by this skill of yours. Even your grandfather could not do as well. My mother, she knew your grandfather. She told me of how powerful he truly was. How masterful in...well...you are more than he was. Much more."

"Your mother was with m y grandfather? She would have only been a child."

"She was of the age of accountability. She waited for him in his bed one night. He was in her, as he would have been with any other woman before he realized that it was her. She was quite young by today's standards, but a woman in those days. People on the Island married at thirteen. She was past that age. Almost an old maid. She became his most important lady. Even his wife was jealous of her. My mother was quite beautiful and very much in love with your grandfather."

"Then...Oh God...you..."

"Oh no. Your grandfather is not my father. No. My father...well, after your grandfather left my mother was heartbroken. There was much danger to have been known as one of the members, so she moved, with her parents to another town. There, she met and later married a nice young man. He was my father. You didn't think...oh...hah. You thought...hah..."

I didn't see the humor in this, but her laugh was infectious. I soon joined her and together we laughed for a bit. Truth was, I had thought that she may have been my grandfathers child.   Her mother could only have been a child...or just old enough by today's standards. 

Sanya and I had developed an attachment after that night. It wasn't really love. It was a mutual sharing of ideas and knowledge. Of course the sex was fantastic. I soon found out that even Sanya could read minds a bit.

One night, after Sanya and I had ‘her' turn in the rotation of women in my bed, I waited until she fell asleep. She had taken to sleeping the night with me and being in my arms in the morning. I liked it, trusting her far more than anyone else there. I had watched her face a she slept and then laid back and thought of Ann.  God, I missed her so much. Was she ok? Did she miss me? Was she still waiting for me?

I thought about it and soon felt a nudge in my mind. I could ‘see' Ann and she was feeling love and affection for me still. Our minds touched as I laid there and I was reassured by the contact. Suddenly I noticed that Sanya was staring at me wide awake.

"Ann?"

One word. One name spoken aloud in the quiet night. Sanya had read my thoughts. She knew.

"Yes. Ann."

I was aware that if Sanya was as good as I thought she was at reading, then she knew right where Ann was now. I had messed up big time. Yet, Sanya didn't go running off to tell Bob. I waited, wondering what she was thinking. I had found that she could shut down her mind to me at times and this seemed to be one of those times.

"You love her very much."

"Yes. With all my heart and soul."

You miss her very much as well."

"Yes."

She was silent for a bit, just looking into my eyes. Then she shrugged her shoulders.

"Nope. Not from me."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Nope, not from me. I won't tell him. I have come to respect you Patrick. I cannot betray you. Not now. I was supposed to you know. Bob knew that you would get strong in the mind. He knew that I would be a good match for you. He planned for me to be with you more than the others, and to get close to you. Now...now I have gotten close. Closer than he would believe. I can't tell him anything because to do so would kill me. I love you."

Her omission stunned me. I had not thought that Bob would go so far although I should have known he would. Our time together had been limited as of late since he was learning that I could read minds so well. He couldn't be around me too much since he didn't have the skills necessary to keep me from reading him. He had used Sanya to get next to me and she had fallen for me, an unexpected glitch in a very well put together plan.

I also had another problem now too. Sanya's love for me. I had not planned on anyone falling in love with me. Truth be known, I had strong feelings for her as well. I had seen them building an I had also tried my best to keep from revealing them to her.

As I looked into her eyes I realized that I no longer had that secret either. I had let her see my thoughts. Now she not only knew where Ann and the kids were, but that I had feelings for her as well.




Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 08



Without saying another word she hugged me close and we kissed. A kiss unlike any other we had together. Up until now I had been able to keep it a pretty much meaningless one. Now she knew about my feelings and I knew of hers. Even though I still loved Ann more and was connected to her, Sanya had become my second most loved.

Our kiss became overheated in seconds and soon we were thrashing around on the bed, making love. Yes. Making love. A higher and more deep orgasm in this than any other time. With the soul exception of Ann. I found myself in love with two women. And married to one.



Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 09



I woke up the next morning, Sanya still laying beside me. People were stirring, and I saw that our breakfast had been brought in. I got up and showered, letting the hot water relax my body. I was tense for some reason and could not quite figure out why.

Sanya came into the bathroom and joined me in the shower. Together we soaped each others backs and soon we were making love again. My heart was full, even though I still had Ann in the foreground of my mind.

After eating our breakfast, we went for a walk. I had been able to range out pretty far by now. Bob even seemed to trust me a bit more than he had, although he was still trying to locate Ann. His questions to me were always guarded, and carefully phrased. 

On this day things began to change rapidly. Bob introduced my new teacher. A very old man. His hair was shockingly white, not one out of place. He had a mustache and it too was very trim and cared for. He was meticulous in his appearance, and even his manner.

When introduced he had repeated my name twice in the short conversation afterwards. I knew that he was memorizing it, seeing the thoughts form in his mind. He didn't block me at all, and for all I knew, he knew nothing of my skills at reading.

Bob was nervous around this man. He deferred to him in many small ways that started to make me wonder if he was losing it or had already lost his mind. This old man was small in stature, but seemed to tower over Bob. 

It took me a few hours to see that Bob was actually six inches or so taller than the old man. For whatever reason, this man was larger than life. Bob was only with us as long as need be and the second he was able to, he fled to his office.

Thomas, the old man, seemed to be quite nice and friendly. We went for a long walk, him questioning me as we surveyed the grounds. I could see that he had icy blue eyes that could be a bit intimidating I supposed. Still, I saw no reason to be afraid of this man.

I told him my life's story, even about not knowing my grandfather as well as I would have thought I did. He laughed at that part of my story. His off hand way soon had me trusting him pretty much all the way. 

Then, the most amazing thing I had ever seen happened. As we walked across a field, on a rolling hill, he stooped and picked up a small rock. Holding it in his hand he asked me to gaze at it. See it fully.

"Patrick. You see this rock. Look it over, just look at it as I hold it. Tell me what you see." "I see a whitish rock. It has little black specks in it. It looks like granite of some type."

"Ok. Now, look at the rock again. Tell me what you really see."

I glanced down and to my shock, it had changed shape, color and even become translucent. He had not moved one little bit during this whole time. His hand steady, cupping that rock, showing it to me.

I was at a loss for words. Somehow he had tricked me and changed this rock for the one he had been holding. 

"This is not the same rock. It's different. You changed it."

"No. It is the same rock I picked up. You changed it. You actually see it for what it is now. Tell me...what do you see Patrick.?"

"Uh...well, this rock is um...greenish blue. I can almost see through it so it has become like a crystal. It looks smooth on the outside and I can see little swirls of white inside. It is not the same rock."

"It is the same rock."

"It's shape is different totally. It is not the same."

"Look again Patrick. Tell me what you see."

Looking back down, the rock had changed yet again. This time it was a fiery red, like a ruby in sunlight. It glowed and seemed to be alive as well. If he had been wearing anything but that T-shirt with short sleeves, I would have thought he had rocks up his sleeve. Bare arms and not moving, the rock had changed.

"How do you do that?"

"I am not doing anything. You are."

"I don't understand."

"You are seeing the same rock from different...planes. I have begun your journey into a travel that you have never experienced awake. You are able to see other places. Other ways. Tell me what you see. It is important to this old man."

"Red, clear, on fire. Looks like a ruby in sunlight. It glows quite a bit too. The shape has changed also."

"Very good. Very good. You are much farther along than Bob realizes." Nothing else was said for a while and we just walked some more. As we got back in close to the buildings we came up to a few trees in a small grove. Each was different, and I didn't know what they were other than one of them had pretty leaves in spectacular colors.

"Tell me what you see in front of you Patrick."

"A tree. It has deep red leaves, a few green leaves, and some yellow leaves. Oh, even a few dark purple leaves too. The bark is silvery looking and smooth."

"Is that how you see it then?"

"Well, yeah. That is what I am seeing in that tree."

"Hmmm. Lets go inside. We have much to discuss."

He led the way knowing exactly where he was going. We ended up in the main dining hall. Sitting at a table away from others, we ordered iced tea and cookies. He turned to me, and after studying me for a bit he started to tell me a bit about himself.

"I am the teacher. I have been here for...a long time. I knew your grandfather. Very well. I helped him grow and learn. Just as I will help you grow and learn. When your grandfather left us I was disappointed. He had come so far and knew so much. Pity. You...you have far more power than he ever did. You naturally know more without knowing why. I am here to show you the why's and then the how's will become clear to you. I have been on this earth for quite some time waiting for one like you. I am one hundred forty years old now. A very old man by your standards, a young pup by the standards of the others."

"The others?"

"The others. There are in life many things that send one on the journey's they take. The others see that in the decisions you or anyone makes, that the correct things happen at the correct time. Not preordained, you have full choice of what you do and where you go. They make sure that the...rules...for lack of a better word...they make sure the rules are followed precisely."

"They know what my choices will be?"

"Yes and no. They know all possible choices you can or will make. Which one exactly...only you will make that and at the time you need to. Then, they make sure the rules are followed as they should be."

"How does that all fit in with my current situation. I am here of no choice of my own. I was brought here and then kept here, forced into this. How does that fit me?"

"Oh it fits trust me. Part of the reason I am here is to let you know that the others have seen your future and will follow you always. Before you ask it...yes, you will be with Ann again. Much will happen and you will change quite a bit, but you will be with Ann. And your children. I can see that you are farther along than even I thought. You will not need much more and the world will open to you fully."

"When? When will I be with Ann again?"

"Sooner than you may think. Far sooner than Bob thinks. I fear that you will be in the path of your grandfather. I can see...well, never mind. I have things to tell you and you need to listen closely."

So began my lessons that I hold now. Lessons that at first shocked me, then after some practice, changed me in far reaching ways. I came to see the whole picture and what I needed to do. Not only for myself but for my family. 

Thomas taught me how to travel and communicate. His lessons only took up a week. I was in his words, way ahead of any he had taught before. At first I was quite...well afraid. I was delving into things that many considered to be hocus-pocus. Truth was, I had considered much of what I learned to be just that myself. Now I knew better. 

On our last day together, he looked into my eyes and after a bit of quiet searching, told me what I needed to hear.

"It is time. You will need to leave tonight. Sanya will help you, but you will have to take her with you when you go. After this, she will be in danger because of her helping you. You may think that I work for Bob. Fact is, Bob works for me. He was a bit...misguided in his idea of what to do. Then, after hatching his little plan and getting you here as he did, he knew that he had overstepped his boundaries. However, he has grown to think that he is the important one. The leader. There will be much anger and turmoil when you leave. Trust me to know that it is the right thing to do. You will be back with your Ann, and children. You will take care of Sanya. She is like my own daughter, I helped to raise her from a baby."

"Tonight? I have no plans. Where to go, how to get out of the country. Nothing."

"Use the force Patrick. Heh heh, always I have wanted to say that. A good movie no?...Sanya has the plans, she will guide you. Trust her, and trust me. It is the right way. Look into me and see if I am not telling you straight."

I knew this already. I had read him throughly this week and knew that Bob had something over him. Thomas was the leader in fact, Bob was usurping power wherever he could. He failed to understand the one important thing though. Thomas's power came from beyond, and Bob, in his devious ways, would never achieve those powers because of the way he was.

Thomas and I chatted for a long time that day. My escape was not mentioned again. We talked instead of the many things I needed to remember. One important thing...to teach my son, and then later, my grandson what I knew. 

Thomas felt that my grandson's power could possibly be even greater than mine. If so, in his time, he would need to know all he could before he reached the point I had. His life would depend on it.

After Thomas left, Sanya came to me and we ate together. It was 'her' night to be with me. The other women knew that something was up though. She was afraid that Bob would find out and move to stop us before we could act. 

I sat there listening to Sanya and then, without thinking about it consciously, I read Bob from right where I was. I could see that he had suspicions, but he was thinking that tomorrow he would begin to dig. Today he was busy with plans for his new house. I reinforced his thoughts in that manner, hoping to help him not change his mind until it was too late.

Later, when it was fully dark, Sanya and I walked outside. I was led down a path, and this time, instead of turning to follow it's course back towards the buildings, she pulled me into a thicket and on over a small hill.

There, in a clearing in the moonlight, a jeep waited. Climbing in, Sanya driving, we headed up the road. I realized that we were going past the ranch and away into the hills beyond. I had expected us to head immediately into the city to the airport.

After driving for an hour or so we pulled over and waited in a small park on the side of the road. Out of sight of the road, but we could still see anyone driving by. Sanya was shaking, and I thought it was from the chill night air. I took off my jacket and put it around her shoulders.

"Oh, thank you Patrick. I do not know why I am shivering so."

"It is cool. You don't have much on."

"It may be more. This will be my first time away. Off the island. I am...frightened."

"I am with you. Soon you and I will be safe in America."

"What will Ann think? My coming with you may not be well accepted you know."

"I think that Ann will be happy that you are there. I think that in her short time with you back there...I think she may have gotten feelings for you. I know that she has never been with another woman, even mentioning it would cause her to be shocked, yet she was with you and loved it."

"You may be right Patrick. I am still a bit afraid though."

"It will be all right."

"You see that do you?"

I searched my mind and saw nothing bad in the near time. I didn't look beyond since that future time can be changed in small ways until it no longer is the truth. I also didn't like the feeling that the knowledge sometimes gave me.

We sat there in the dark until a small car drove up and turned into where we were sitting. It pulled up and as I looked down into the drivers window I saw a man that looked vaguely familiar. I suddenly remembered the man on the airplane. The one who I had talked to while flying down.

"Come...quickly. We have little time."

We loaded up into his car and away we went . We drove for about three hours, in a long and roundabout circle, soon coming into the city from the other end. Driving straight to the airport he took us to a private hanger. 

Once inside, he parked the car and as we got out Thomas came walking up. He smiled and then pointed to the Gulfstream Jet sitting out on the tamarac. 

"Your chariot awaits Patrick. You do not have much time. Take care of my Sanya and yourself. Remember what I have taught you. I will be...in touch."

As he said 'in touch' he smiled and winked. I knew that he was planning on being in touch through the other worlds. I would be face to face with him at least in spirit. I recognized that he was telling me that I would be learning more once home. Even though physically we would be apart, spiritually we would be very close.

Sanya hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. Then tears streaming down her face, we ran to the jet. Climbing on, I looked over my shoulder to see Thomas waving. I waved and then went into the jet and got prepared to leave.

Sanya sat next to me, and as we taxied down the runway, I heard voices from the cockpit. Someone was ordering the pilot to park the aircraft over to one side and prepare to be boarded. He refused, insisting that his clearances were in order and we were taking off.

The argument kept up until he turned at the end of the runway. Then, throttle going to full he released the brakes and we shot off into the dark night. I could see Bob's car on the runway falling behind us as we took to the air.

Free. We were free. And going home. The co-pilot came back and talked with us, telling us that we would land in Texas, clear customs, then fly on to Montana. After getting to Billings, there would be a vehicle waiting for us to drive to wherever we were going.

We flew into the night and Sanya nestled in close, her head on my shoulder. She had fallen asleep at some point and I didn't want her wake up until she absolutely had to. Customs clearing in Texas went smoothly. Somewhere over Denver Sanya got a bit playful. I closed the curtain between the cabin and the cockpit, and we made love. Mile-high club at last.

Landing in Montana, the air was hot, the day sunny. The pilot and co-pilot both wished us well and headed off to Chicago. Sanya and I drove into the city, eating at a McDonalds on Grand Avenue. From there we drove west, heading towards Columbus and then Bozeman.

Just outside of Columbus I stopped at a rest stop and using the cell phone that had been in the Yukon, I called Ann's cell phone. She answered on the second ring. Breathless. When I began to talk she cried out in shock then joy. I told her where we were and that we were coming.

As I had hoped, she was happy that Sanya was with me. She had some feelings for her after all. Kim's ranch was outside of Livingston on the way to Bozeman. We got there about two hours after I called. 

After a very tearful reunion with my wife and kids, we all went in the house and talked for hours. Kim was a bit curious about Sanya. She had heard about what Ann and I had been doing in Jamaica, and how things had gone, but there were many things that she still wanted to know.

I was reading Ann without realizing it. I could see that she was very happy that I was home. I could also see that she was happy that Sanya was with me. I quietly listened as Sanya and Ann talked, watching as Kim stayed engrossed in all. 

Kim, I found out was a bit of a challenge for me to read. Her mind was very controlled, whether she knew it or not. Or perhaps, in my newness to this skill I was not very good. I was able to read parts of her and saw that she was happy for Ann, although a bit mistrusting of me and Sanya.

I finally asked her outright about that mistrust. The look on her face, and Ann's as well was something to see. Neither could believe that I could have known about the mistrust, since it hadn't been mentioned at all, nor had there been any hints either. Yet I was asking Kim about that mistrust.

As I read Ann, I realized that Kim had been grilling her about my staying behind in Jamaica and not quite believing her story. Suddenly Kim's mind became crystal clear. She had not believed Ann's story very much thinking that I had left Ann for some mid-life crisis, hunting the babes trip.

I just sat there as they babbled about my comments on mistrust, then in a break of the conversation, I dropped yet another bomb.

"So, I had a mid-life crisis huh Kim? Hunting babes in Jamaica. Hmmmm...I already had the babe I loved at home so why would I want to go somewhere else hunting them? Oh, I did happen to find a babe while there though. What do you think Ann? Should Sanya stay with us?"

Kim looked shell shocked, her mouth wide open. She had been ready to retort to my first question, then I followed up with the rest. She couldn't believe that I knew this, her thoughts out there like they were.

Ann on the other hand was busy answering my last question.

"Oh, yes. I want her to stay with us very much Patrick. I...that is to say...she...oh, hell. Yes, Sanya must stay with us. Always."

Looking into Ann's eyes as they shown with tears and happiness I felt my heart expand. Ann was the best wife and I had been so lucky to have won her heart. Sanya was crying and looking from me to Ann. 

Kim was sitting there still stunned. 

"You...how do you do that? You knew what I was thinking. How did you do that?"

"Oh, I was just lucky."

"Luck had nothing to do with that. You used my exact words as they were in my mind. You read my mind. How did you do that?"

"Kim, it was just a lucky guess. Honest."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky guess. Lucky guess my ass. You're kind of scary do you know that?"

"Scary? Me?"

"Yeah...reading minds like that. That's scary."

I was trying to get her over this and the subject changed now. If she only knew. I saw that my skills could be used in many ways, but I would have to be far more careful with how I used them in the future. 

"So. Where's the horses at? You do still have horses don't you?"

"Horses? Oh...out in the corral. Why?"

"Just wondered if we could go riding tomorrow."

"Yeah. Nice change of subject Patrick. Smooth."

"What? I thought we were done talking about spooky stuff."

Ann broke in and taking my hand and then Sanya's, she led us to our room. When she led Sanya in and kept holding her hand as well as mine, I looked at her. I had thought that Sanya would be in a different room. Obviously I had thought wrong.

"Sanya, if you don't mind...would you sleep with Patrick and I? There's room, it's a king sized bed. I...well...I'd like you to."

"But...are you sure Ann? After all, you and your husband..."

"Have both been with you. I...I just want you to know that I am aware that Patrick has feelings for you...as much as I do too. I think...I think that we should...oh...damn..."

I could see that Ann was having so many thoughts cramming through her mind at that moment. I tried to see her intent and what she wanted to express, but her mind was too jumbled. I broke in.

"Ann, are you sure?"

"Patrick...damn you. Yes I'm sure. You know as well as I do that we both have strong feelings for her. I know that you have been with her quite a bit since I left Jamaica too. It's all right. I just want us to all be happy. I think we can be. It will take some getting used to, but I am sure we won't wear you out or fuck you to death."





Patricks Marriage Changes Ch. 09



At that point I saw clearly her meaning, and was a bit surprised. I had not expected her to want Sanya in the same room with us every night, but I read her mind perfectly enough to see that was her intent. She had love, lust, passions, and yes, fears in there, but she was getting her point across to me perfectly now.

Sanya hugged Ann tight. As they hugged I noticed Ann's hands caressing Sanya's back in a very sensual manner. I just stood and watched as their chaste hug became something far more meaningful.

Kim was in the doorway, looking on with interest. I could 'feel' her turning on and while I hadn't given a thought about her in 'that' way, I suddenly found myself wondering. Ann and Sanya were really getting into the heat of the moment now. I stepped back wanting to go find the kids and make sure that they didn't walk into something that they were not prepared to see. 

Kim, blocking the door, looked into my eyes. I could see that she wanted to try what Ann and Sanya were doing, she also had more than a few thoughts about my body as well. She stepped back into the hallway, put up her hand, stopping me from leaving.

"I'll go take care of the kids. You...um...well, go have some fun. You of all people should know how much she has missed you. It's time to put the kids to bed anyway. I take care of them and...well...if you wouldn't mind...I'd like to come back then."

I was touched at her willingness to keep the kids occupied, and then at her interest in coming back later. She knew, I could see, that we were going to be three naked people, having sex when she next opened that door.

I went out and kissed the kids goodnight, promising them lots of fun tomorrow, and left them in Kim's care. Walking back into the room I overheard my daughter's innocent voice ring out across the room.

"Aunt Kim...are you and mommy going to sleep in the same room still now that daddies home?"

I saw Kim's face grow red, and before she could turn to see if I was still in hearing distance, I stepped out of the room. I was smiling as I walked down the hallway. I had read in Ann that Kim and her had been...'close'. Ann didn't fully realize my new knowledge yet, but I could see that life was going to be quite interesting from now on.

Walking up to the door to our room I could feel an intensity flowing around me. Before I even opened the door I knew what I would see. I found my mind opening up, being able to actually see through other's eyes vividly.

I could see Ann, naked, laying on her back, her breasts heaving as a pair of hands caressed and played with her nipples. Ann's eyes, half-closed, her lips apart as her tongue slid from one side to the other of her mouth.

I was seeing Ann through Sanya's eyes. Sanya's face and breasts coming into view. Sanya's lips getting closer and closer, then a thrill of a touch coursed through my body. I had felt Ann and Sanya kissing. The electric shock of their lips touching together in the manner that they were.

What was happening to me now had not happened before. Thomas had told me that in the right circumstances my 'touch' would grow strong. I had not thought that they would grow this strong.

I stepped into the room, stripping as I went. Climbing naked onto the bed I looked at my two loves engrossed in their sharing of each other's body. I reached out and taking Sanya's hair in my hand, pulled it back and away from her face.

They were kissing, and I leaned down and began to share in that kiss. Soon our three tongues were touching, a kiss like no other. I was reluctant to join in too far as they were already well on the way to pleasing each other.

Ann had other plans though. She reached out with her hand and began to stroke my hard shaft. Sanya's hand soon followed. Each softly yet firmly showing me that I was expected to be a part of this. 

I placed one hand on each one's breasts, caressing and pinching their nipples. These were the acts of three people in love...with each other. I could see that each one of us loved the other two fully and without any hesitation. 

Things had changed so much in the time I had been gone. The use of my mind in reading others thoughts was hard to control still, but at this moment I wanted to just revel in the beauty and feeling that I was experiencing. 

The caressing and touching went on for quite a while, then, Ann decided that she needed more. Her thoughts came alive like she was speaking out loud to me. It took me a moment to realize that she had not spoken, well at least not these precise words.

'I must have Patrick now. I need his cock filling me. I am so empty and needing his love.'

Sanya must have read her too, the intensity of the moment so strong. She rolled to one side and pulled me on top of my wife. Ann's arms went around my body and she held me close to her as Sanya guided my shaft to the entrance of Ann's pussy.

'What would be perfect is if Patrick would just ram his shaft into me and 'take' me hard right now. I will take anything he can give me, but oh, I would love to be taken forcefully at this moment.'

Reading that from my wife's mind was like an invitation to me. I held my body still, waiting for Ann for push the envelope. I wanted her worked up a bit, then I would take her hard like she was thinking.

Ann didn't take long to get there either. As I held still she began to thrash around. Sanya had taken over playing with her breasts, and as I held off, Sanya looked into my eyes and smiled a knowing smile. She too knew what Ann was wanting, and I let her see my thoughts enough to see my plan.

Just when I began to thrust forward in one long hard shove, Sanya leaned in and lightly bit Ann's nipple. Ann screamed fairly loudly and then her scream became a ooomph...as my cock drove into her hard and fast.

Ann orgasmed instantly and hard. It was her wish coming true and she was so off guard with the moment she just let go. I was ramming her fast now. My shaft plunging all the way inside her and then after grinding on her as I was buried deeply in her, I would pull almost all the way out. 

I held off, just my head inside those wet begging lips, then just when her mind would begin to question my actions, I would drive forward again. Sanya kept in tune and bit or sucked on one nipple or the other each time. Ann was in a place that she hadn't been before, well as far as I knew anyway.

No drugs, no oils, just three bodies and minds combining into a most intimate and beautiful concert of love and passion. Yes, I knew the secrets of the oils, as did Sanya. Yes, I knew many more things about pleasing people, but at this moment it was just the three of us only. No 'additives', just pure love.

Sanya and I kept Ann on a plateau for quite some time. Then, after a bit we let her off a bit. As she came down, Sanya threw a thought into my mind and I moved to kneel behind her. Her tight little bottom up in the air as she knelt between Ann's legs. 

I slipped my still hard shaft into Sanya's pussy and began to fuck her at a nice pace, gentle yet steady. She cleaned up Ann, bringing her into other orgasms. Softer orgasms, letting her catch up a bit. I read Sanya's thoughts and began to change my thrusts in tune with them. 

Soon, Sanya was cumming on my shaft. As she did, her face went into the bed. Her moans softened by the sheets. Ann sprawled wide open under us. Suddenly a tongue licked my balls. I cold feel hair on my inner thighs too.

My mind froze an instant then I 'saw' that Kim had evidently decided to join us. Her soft tongue with its rough texture had caught me off guard. A lesson to me. I hadn't felt her entering the room at all. 

Sanya tensed hard and I felt her orgasm rush through her. Our minds connected as they were, I was getting the benefits of their orgasms in addition to mine. Kim was now actively sucking on my balls and as I pulled out of Sanya, her mouth went over my shaft.

I soon sound out that Kim was an expert at giving great oral sex. Her technique was thorough and very precise as well. I laid back, barely on the bed and she moved to straddle me, her legs on either side of my body, her pussy right above my face.

I was looking at a very nicely trimmed pussy, dripping with moisture. I leaned up, licking those inviting lips, and as I did I heard her moan loudly around my cock. I licked her there again and she moved to lower her pussy closer to my tongue. 

I settled back down as her pussy continued to come down. Soon she was grinding my face as my tongue slipped in and out of her sweet tasting center. Her mouth was fully inhaling my shaft, her lips touching my pubic hair on each stroke. I could feel her nice little breasts rubbing on my legs from time to time. 

We sixty-nined until I got her off with my lips and tongue. Then, she moved quickly to switch around and before I could as much as get situated a bit better, she was plunging up and down my shaft, her tight, very tight pussy clinging to it snugly.

She kissed my lips, her tongue searching mine and as she brought me off inside her she orgasmed again. Her lips never left mine the whole time. Afterwards we all laid there exhausted. I fell asleep, and when waking up somewhat later it was to tongues licking me all over. Tongue on my nipples, my balls, and my shaft. I was regaining an erection quickly.

Opening my eyes, I saw Ann licking my nipples, her eyes on mine. She stopped long enough to smile at me with such love and peace that...well, it almost hurt. The tongues down below didn't miss...heh...a lick. Sanya finally looked up sensing my awareness, and moved to come up to kiss me on the lips.

Ann joined her in the kiss and soon we were three-way kissing again. Then I felt Kim moving up to try to slip in also. After a few tries, we got positioned just right and four tongues met and eight lips caressed each other. Ann broke away first, moving around and placing her pussy over my shaft. We looked at her as she looked into our eyes, and slowly lowered herself onto her husbands shaft. The look she gave us was one of lust and some other fleeting thing too. I could just make out her intent, but not quite grab it fully. As she bottomed out that intent flowed all over me.

'God, I love this shaft. And it is all mine. All mine. Once again my husband is back with me. And he brought Sanya with him. Now all four of us can live here happy and safe.'

I was a bit overwhelmed at this reading. She was, in her mind, giving us, meaning her and I, over to Sanya and Kim as one big happy family. The intent had been sharing fully with her friends. Quite unlike the Ann I had met and married so long ago.

My thoughts were interrupted as Kim moved to put her pussy over my face. She was facing towards my head, so when she lowered her body down to contact me, I could see her pert little breasts, hard nipples standing way out.

Sanya, not to be left out slipped in front of Kim and began to suckle on those breasts, taking each nipple into her mouth in turn and sucking it hard, tugging on it as she did. This caused Kim's breasts to pull taut, and become cone shaped. I moved a finger around and then began to finger Kim's asshole. The instant my finger rubbed her there she shuddered hard and actually came.

Sanya kept up her work on Kim as Ann rode my shaft. Then as Kim moved back just a bit I saw hands coming around from behind her holding her breasts up for Sanya to suck. It took a moment before I realized that Ann was doing the holding as she straddled me.

I slipped a finger into Kim's little ass and as I did she shuddered yet again. She was so alive and sensitive there I couldn't resist. I added a second finger and after she got used to the extra intruder, a third followed. My tongue was flooded with her juices and I was busy licking and swallowing. 

After Kim orgasmed again, she moved down, straddling my chest, keeping my fingers in her ass. She moved her hand to hold mine and actually thrust those fingers in and out in time with Ann's pumping right behind her. Sanya moved up and facing Kim, straddled my head. I had her sweet pussy on my lips as she sank down.

I licked and sucked that delectable pussy for quite some time, using my skills at reading to know what to do and when. This reading skill was going to be great for this kind of fun. I knew right when and where ti stimulate, and what kind of stimulation was needed. 

My orgasm snuck up on me, being so engrossed with my fingers in one woman and my tongue in another and my shaft in yet a third. I noticed that my orgasm triggered all three women to have good hard orgasms as well. I wondered briefly if I had caused that...well, more than the use of my body, but if I had caused it with my mind.

We fell asleep in a tangle of bodies, sleeping through the rest of the night. In the morning, our daughter, Julie, woke us up. She walked into the room and stood there quietly for a moment, evidently just looking at the adults all naked and sprawled over each other.

Her voice, surprising me awake, cut through the quiet.

"Mommy? Daddy? Ummm...why are you all naked and sleeping in a pile?"

I heard Ann wake up and felt the short fear of embarrassment shoot through her. I felt much the same way. How I hadn't 'felt' her coming into the room was beyond me at the moment. It showed I had far to go yet though.

Ann got up and pulled on a robe. Taking Julie by the hand, she walked her out of the room telling her that we had all had a special party for a homecoming. Julie seemed to accept that although I caught a whisper from her mind along the lines of she didn't completely believe her mother.

As the door closed, Sanya smiled and quietly said;

"I felt her coming. I decided that she should see us together, it will help her to understand things about us all now."

"I wish you would have clued me in to this."

"Why do you think she snuck in on you? You should have felt her too. I blocked her from you."

"I have much to learn then. I was not aware one could block others."

Kim sat up and looked confused at both of us.

"What are you two talking about? What do you mean you should have 'felt' her coming Patrick? Sanya, what's up with the 'blocking' thing? What on earth can you two do anyway?"

"Sanya and I have...gifts. We can um...see things. Thoughts, emotions, even directions and pictures. I just found out about my gift and while in Jamaica I had some training. Sanya was one of my teachers."

"That's just spooky. Then you were reading my mind last night? Really?"

"Well, yes I was."

I felt that I had to be honest with Kim. After all, we were a family unit now. Of sorts anyway. She would figure it out eventually. I thought it to be better to tell her most of the details now rather than have her build up the wrong ideas in her head.