7 comments/ 73156 views/ 6 favorites Self Discovery By: Christyfan My husband, at times, calls me a tease, and maybe he's right. There's something about turning a man on that gets me hot, but in my defense, if I'm going to tease a man, I'll be sure that he gets his release. And as much as I love a good, hard fucking, there's just something about giving a first-rate blowjob, or jacking a man off that just plain turns me on. I should probably go into some background. I am a happily married 40 year old full-figured brunette with brown eyes and 42D breasts. I used to be self conscious about my body (after two kids, my hips never did go back to their original size) but my husband tells me I'm like a '59 Cadillac; built for comfort, not for speed. I always thought he was just saying that until I discovered other men found me sexually attractive. It started innocently enough with our very close friends, Ray and Traci. We had a lot in common and Traci and I were best of friends. We had both been married about 5 years, Ray and Bill worked together and we only lived a few blocks apart. Being young parents and early in the guys' careers, there wasn't time or money for lavish vacations, and we spent many a weekend camping together in the National Forests of Idaho and Washington. It was at one of these campouts where I discovered that I could make men, other than my husband, hot. We had just gotten the kids to sleep and settled in around a cozy campfire when Bill (my husband) pointed out that there was a natural hot spring by the creek. We took a lantern down to check it out, and sure enough, there was a small pool that mixed the hot water from the spring with the cool water from the stream. The thought of relaxing in a hot pool was appealing to me and I suggested that we put our suits on and jump in. Traci said that she had forgotten to pack a suit and we'd have to wait until next time. I smiled at her and said "What the hell, we're all friends, it's dark, and there's no one else around, let's just skinny-dip!" Before she could even formulate a response, Bill and Ray were half-naked and yelling "Hell Yeah!" Traci looked at me and said: "Boys will be boys... I guess we just gotta love 'em" and started to undress. Suddenly I was the only one fully clad and became the center of attention as I stripped. I noticed that Ray's eyes were glued to my chest as I removed my bra, and his jaw simply dropped when my panties fell to my ankles. I have to admit, I was kind of turned on by the attention I was getting, and my hardening nipples gave me away. Ray stood up and offered me a hand getting into the water, and I couldn't help but notice his growing cock. It was about as long as my husband's, but considerably thicker. It continued to expand as he noticed how I stared at it. As I passed in front of him, it rubbed against by bottom. I lingered for a moment, enjoying the feeling as he rubbed himself against me and then quickly got in the water and sat down, hoping that no one noticed my erect nipples or Ray's growing hard-on. The water was heavenly and I was instantly relaxed as I laid back. Traci and I joked how nice it was to have our boobs pointing up again. (Neither of us sag that much, but still, after having children, they're just not where they used to be...) After several minutes of talking and soaking, we noticed that we forgot to bring along anything to drink. Bill offered to go back to the camp and get the cooler. I couldn't believe it; he just stood up and walked out naked! I figured he'd at least put his shorts on for the trip, even if it was only a short walk. The three of us giggled at the thought of him walking into the camp, naked, only to find the kids awake and having to explain it to a couple of 4-year-olds. Just then, Traci said that we should have told him to grab some towels, but now he was out of sight. Realizing it was too late to get his attention, she smiled and said: "Well I guess there will be two naked hikers" and headed out leaving me and Ray, alone, and naked. My mind returned to the sight of Ray's cock, semi-erect and growing with each look at me. I was kind of proud that I could have that effect on a man and let out a little giggle. Ray asked me what was so funny, and I don't know why, but I told him. I said "I was just thinking about the way you were looking at me as I undressed. I noticed that you seemed to like what you were seeing." Ray blushed and replied: "I wasn't staring." "Oh yeah?" I answered. "It looked to me like you were quite happy to see me... And it felt like you were getting happier by the second as I passed in front of you!" "Oh that... I guess I did give myself away didn't I. I'm sorry, but I've always found you attractive, and well... I apologize" he stammered. I slid over next to him and lightly kissed his cheek: "That's ok, and I'm not offended. Actually, I'm a bit flattered. I didn't think I could have that affect on a man, other than my husband that is." "I don't know why you'd ever think something like that. You're a very sexy woman and I've always thought you were very attractive, and seeing you naked, for the first time, well..." Now it was my turn to blush. "Let me rub your back." Ray offered, and without waiting for a response, he moved behind me, putting his legs around me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. I should have stopped right there, but I was a little aroused at the thought of getting another man excited. The atmosphere of the spring, the wilderness, and the night sky relaxed me enough and I let him continue. His hands worked down to my back and every now and then would 'slip' around my sides and rub against the side of my boobs. This only added to my state of arousal. That, plus the relaxing atmosphere found me leaning back into his chest when suddenly I felt his cock against my back, and this time it wasn't semi-erect, it was at full-mast! I pressed into him. Sensing my response, Ray got bolder and took both of my breasts in his hands, gently kneading them and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. In response, I moved up in his lap so his cock was nestled between my ass cheeks. About that time, Bill and Traci came around the corner with towels and a cooler full of beer. "Look at this!" Traci said. "I guess we should keep an eye on these two!" I was embarrassed right up to the point where the two of them burst out in laughter. From where they were I was pretty sure they hadn't seen Ray's hands on my boobs. I started to move away from Ray when I realized that his hard-on would be visible and while we hadn't done anything, our spouses would probably stop laughing. Passing out beers, Bill looked at Traci and said: "I guess you need a back rub just to catch up!" Traci sat in his lap, opened her beer and said: "Give me a minute, let me drink this and then maybe." Gesturing to me and Ray she said "There's no reason for you two to stop... Like you said, we're all friends, it's dark, there's no one else around, and besides, we trust each other." I spent the next hour sitting on Ray's lap, feeling his hard-on rub along my ass cheeks. At one point, he even shifted so his cock-head was rubbing against my slit. Part of me wanted to move away, but another was enjoying the moment. I found myself rocking back and forth as Ray's cock slid precariously against the entrance to my womanhood. By the time we got back to the tents, I was so horny that I started in on Bill before he even got the door zipped shut. We fucked like teenagers all night long. At one point I realized that I was making enough noise to wake the entire forest only to discover that when I stopped, all I could hear was Traci screaming as she was getting screwed by Ray. I thought about his fat dick rubbing against my pussy lips and came again. The next morning over coffee, the conversation was filled with subtle references to the various noises emitting from each other's tent. Once the kids went off to play we talked about how sexy it was to soak naked, and we all agreed that none of us had enjoyed that kind of sex in a long time. That night we found ourselves back in the spring, this time cuddling with our own spouses. Bill started nuzzling my neck. That's one spot that always gets me hot, and combined with the alcohol and the sexual atmosphere, my whole body tingled. Zoning out in my own pleasure, I forgot that Ray and Traci were 5 feet away as Bill caressed my breasts and fingered my clit. Just as I was about to come, I heard Traci moan. Opening my eyes, I saw Ray giving her the same treatment, except that he was staring at me. Our eyes locked as he fingered her to orgasm. I grabbed Bill's wrist and drove his fingers deep into my pussy. Picturing Ray's erect cock in my mind, my eyes rolled back as my body convulsed in waves of ecstasy. Traci must have finished before me as when I came around she and Ray were watching my body writhe. I smiled sheepishly and tried to excuse myself, but they assured me that everything was fine and commented on how sexy I looked as I came. We decided we should head back to the tents and walked up, the four of us, arm-in-arm, naked. Sitting around the campfire (still naked) we joked about the past hour. Traci and I agreed that it was an incredible turn-on, doing it in front of each other, and how neither of us ever thought we could do something like that. I remembered her expression as she came and thought again of Ray's cock. I was at a loss for words, but my pussy was getting wet just thinking about it. She told me how hot I looked with my big boobs heaving up and down, my mouth open, panting, and my whole body quivering. As she continued, I noticed Ray's dick getting bigger and bigger. He caught me staring and smiled, licking his lips. Looking at him, listening to her, I became even more aroused and soon I was absent mindedly stoking my pussy. Ray placed Traci's hand on his now erect cock and he kissed her deeply. In turn, I drove my tongue down Bill's throat as I reached for his cock. "You poor boys..." Traci said. "Us girls got ours but left you two hanging! Or at least pointing" she said gesturing to their hard dicks. "What do you think Terri? Should we take care of our men?" She bent down and took Ray's cock in her mouth. I was a little bit shocked, but at the same time, a lot turned on. I pictured myself sucking him as I continued lightly stroking my pussy. I was about to come and needed a cock for myself. I looked over at Bill but he was completely focused on Traci, staring intently as her head bobbed up and down on her husband's cock. I pushed him on his back and swallowed him whole. I always loved the feel of his cock going in and out of my mouth and this time was no different. I fingered myself to orgasm as I continued my oral ministrations. I glanced over and noticed Ray staring at me as I sucked my husband. Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I gave him a better view. I don't know why I did it, but I shifted to the side so my ass and pussy were aiming straight at him and as I was about to find out, well within his reach. I went down deep on my husband as I drove two fingers into my pussy when I felt a hand on my ass. Ray moved my hand away and slid a finger inside me. I started to come and he pulled away. Withdrawing Bill's cock from my mouth, I turned and smiled at Ray, winking at him as I sucked my husband back in. I closed my eyes pretending I was sucking Ray as I drove two fingers back in my pussy and came again. My exhibitionist side took over and I climbed up and planted my pussy on Bill's hard cock. I really needed to fuck, but at the same time, I wanted to put on a show for Ray. I held his gaze as I played with my tits and ground my pussy around my husband's cock. With Bill on his back, he couldn't see our friends, and Ray held Traci's head as his cock ran in and out of her mouth. I slowly slid up and down on my husband. His cock almost popped out on each up stroke, and I ground my clit on his pelvis on each down stroke. Ray openly stared at me as he began fucking Traci's mouth in time with my bouncing on Bill. I could feel his lustful eyes on my pussy as my husband's glistening cock drove me over the edge. Ray groaned as he erupted in Traci's throat and I came as he did. Almost on cue, Bill filled my pussy with his juice and we all lay there exhausted. Bill's softening cock was still in me when Traci came over, laughing as she hugged me. "That was so naughty!" she giggled and she hurried off into her tent. I climbed off Bill and sat down. He headed for our tent. Ray and I sat there in silence for a moment. Still tingling, I lightly stroked my clit. Ray just sat there and watched me play with myself. Finally he came and stood next to me. His cock was inches from my face, beckoning to me. I leaned over and kissed it. I took the head in my mouth for a quick suck and left for my tent. I fucked my husband like a wild woman that night. Self-Discovery I love being looked at; I adore it when men gaze at my body with admiration and desire. I discovered this sensation about 20 years ago during my first visit to a clothing optional beach. My husband and I, early in our marriage, found a legal CO beach in the town in which we were vacationing. He suggested that we go, and I readily agreed, feeling comfort from his support. When we arrived, I noticed that the beach was quite crowded, with men outnumbering women. But I was reassured to know that not a soul would recognise us. So, with a deep breath, we entered the CO area, staked our space, spread the blanket, and stripped. The effect was immediate: I was exhilarated by my nakedness under the bright sun, illuminating my body for an array of strangers' eyes. Shortly after shedding my clothes, I sensed that many of the men were indeed glancing surreptitiously at me. My husband also noticed this and asked if I enjoyed the attention. I confessed some excitement to being the focus of discreet voyeurism. What an understatement! I was on fire! I welcomed the looks, for I was fit and confident in my body. Although my breasts are small, my nipples respond to the slightest arousal, and that day I was in a constant state of perky titillation. But the prime causes of attention were likely my legs and their culmination. According to my husband, I have long, shapely stems, capped by a dark bush with inner lips that protrude even when not stimulated. Prior to going to the beach, I'd shaved my legs and bikini line. By today's standards the pubic hair that remained was copious, but at that time it was an adventuresome, eye-catching trim that left me feeling truly exposed. Given the blaze that had been kindled between my thighs by sun, strangers' gazes, and naughty whispers from my lover, I dared not look at myself. The hot sun was unrelenting, its heat seemingly concentrating on my clitoris; the numerous eyes that were at the ready to steal a peek further served to multiply my arousal. We lay there people-watching or, more often than not, admiring each other and whispering about the possibilities if the beach were deserted. Both of us were highly charged, and I revelled in the sun and occasional appreciative look. I did not have to touch myself: I knew that I was both very wet and very swollen. My blood, it seemed, had rushed to my pubic area, leaving me slightly dizzy and giddy. In addition, my husband would tell me, with great frequency, that my lips were glistening and that I was resplendent, redolent, and ripe. His praise served to churn my juices all the more. The day was so hot that it was impossible to stay on the beach without going into the water. Now, it was one thing to be spied upon by a small number of men in the immediate area of where I was laying naked; the possibility of covering myself always existed. However, it was quite another to get up and make the relatively long journey to the water, without a stitch or cover, among an audience of observing men. I realised that walking down to the water would be somewhat easy. The crowd in front of us had their back to me, and once I passed by, my back would be towards them. On the other hand, the return trek would place me, wet from ocean brine, on a veritable catwalk. All of this flashed through my mind in an instant as we got up to go into the water. It was so wonderful to swim and play in the waves in the nude! To feel the ocean caress me with open access to my most intimate place was breathtaking. My fingers, I recall, under the cover of water, couldn't resist wandering to my nipples, squeezing, tugging, and rolling them. Did my hand wander down to fondle and explore my opening? Perhaps briefly; I feared losing control, for I was close to the edge. Instinctively, both of us kept our distance from each other, knowing that a simple touch from either of us would have had cataclysmic effects. Neither of us wanted to waste an iota of this magical energy in such a mundane way. We were greedy; we wanted it all for later. My husband left the water first and headed back to the blanket. He later confessed that he wanted to witness the eyes furtively following me as I walked back. Unintentionally, it turned out, I gave him and anyone else that was watching a risqué sight to see. As I emerged from the cool water, my breasts were covered in droplets, and my nipples, not surprisingly, were erect and hard. Mindful of my attentive state, I prepared for my upcoming display of nakedness. With nervous anticipation and excitement, yet with as much calm as I could muster, I walked past numerous men who, from behind their sunglasses, were in all likelihood greedily examining my body. I also imagined that they were focussing on either my breasts or pubic area, most likely scanning both. I admit that this thought electrified me. However, unknown to me, perhaps from the last wave or perhaps from stroking myself while in the water, my pubic hair had been pasted backed to either side, providing an unsheltered view of my inner labia. Only upon my return to the blanket did I find out about my earthy exposure from my husband, telling me in fine detail that my inner lips were completely visible, swollen, fat, and openly prominent—perhaps even gaping—and that my clitoris, or at least its hood, was obvious. I'd like to say that I was overcome by embarrassment, but, truthfully, I felt myself become more moistened than I had been all day. I was literally flowing. The fact that my lips and opening, my most secret and intimate parts, had been on widespread display set off an enormous tingling sensation. We whispered about this and other things the rest of the day. Many more saunters were taken to the water. As the day progressed, I became more and more at ease with my public nudity, enjoying the power of my sexuality, real or imagined. Once, on getting out of the water, I feigned innocence and bent—supposedly to examine some shells—giving a few select men a brief but very revealing view. The border between tasteful nonchalance and shameless display may have been crossed in that instant: I'd like to think not, but at that point I didn't care. My husband was turned on by my displays and delighted with my freedom and coy exhibitionism. The sexual energy between us was palpable, yet we prolonged our stay at the beach, using it as foreplay. That evening our lovemaking was intense, with plenty of sizzling graphic talk. We woke often during night to touch each other, initiate, and build to yet another round of wanton sex. Every few years we will visit a nude beach. The water feels just as intimate. Some men still look, some even with approval, and I always get that damp, glowing sensation. The thrill is still very much there but never like that first glorious day. Criticism, comments, and feedback are always welcomed Self-Discovery This story begins in Colorado. I was on a business trip and found myself bored and a tad lonely the first night. I decided to head out. Obviously with the new laws I was eager to try some legal pot. It had been a very long time since I had and figured it'd be fun. I wondered down the street and found a bar, more of a pub really, so I went in. it was quiet and not real crowded. I went to the bar and ordered a drink. Not long after a gentlemen approached me. He said I looked like I was alone and that I was welcome to join he and his wife if I wanted. He insisted that no one should drink alone. He was probably right. So I joined them. His name was John and his wife was Patti. John was about 5'10" average looking white gentlemen. Very calm and it turns out a bit of an intellectual. I liked that, its always good to converse with someone who can discuss even the most personal of things in a clear and brilliant way. His wife was just lovely. 5'1" red hair with a nice size breasts. They stuck out just right and no doubt were full and tasty. We started talking about my trip there and what I planned to do. They told me a bit of themselves and before we knew it 2 hours has past. They were so easy to talk to. They were actually headed home and asked if I'd like to join them. They said they had pot - bingo I had to search no further. I accepted. They drove since I didn't have my car and we were there in no time. It was a beautiful home, very comfortable and inviting. Warm even. We down on the couch and Patti went to get the pot. It was as good as people claimed. I should move here. It was a calm and casual experience. We smoked and talked and before I knew it Patti had her tits out and was playing with her nipples all while she carried on the conversation. Of course they both noticed me starring. I couldn't help it. They were perfect in every way. I should add that they were a more mature couple than I was at age 42. I actually preferred the company of folks older than myself. The conversation is always better and there are rarely any beating around the bush regardless of topic. Now I had never actually been with a couple sexually but I had a feeling this might be my lucky day. Yes, I was married but my wife didn't approve of this kind of thing. We had ideas about sex but it was ok. I loved her with all my being and she loved me the same. We had discussed my appetites to death but hadn't taking any steps although she always insisted I needed outside activities to satiate me. So anyways back to those lovely boobies. She was playing and talking and then stopped. She asked me if I liked them and I told her I did. At that moment she got up and walked to John. She bent over and whispered something in his ear. As she bent over he reached up and removed her pants. She had on a sexy pair of underwear. It wasn't a thong but rather a sexy piece that half covered her full and rounded ass without showing too much. Just enough of her cheeks showed to make it sultry. Delicious. Once they were off she moved over to me back on the couch. She got up right next to me on her knees and began feeding me her luscious tits. I just devoured them. Licking, rubbing and suckling. I couldn't get enough. She kissed me off and on with a passion I didn't think I'd ever experience. I almost forgot I was in the room until I felt someone undoing my pants. I was so hot and horny I just went with it. I I lifted my hips and in one swoop I took it all off. Next thing I know I felt a warm mouth on the head of my cock and realized it was John. Now I'd never experienced this before but figured I wouldn't know until I tried it so I went back to the boobs. I was feeling pleasure I didn't even know I could. It was wonderful. Patti subtly pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top of me. She leaned down and began sucking my cock with a gusto. It was so wonderful. I had my eyes closed and was just enjoying it. I couldn't feel John anymore but no sooner had I thought that I feel the head of his cock on my lips. Hmmm, I paused a minute then figured he'd done it for me. I opened my mouth and began to suck just the head. A few licks and a few sucks over and over. I slowly let him work his entire cock into my mouth and did the same thing. He was moaning and moaning. Meanwhile Patti rose up and lowered herself onto my cock. She road me slow but steady. John had pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved behind patti. I focused on her boobs and the occasional kiss. I was in awe of these two. The most sexual creatures I'd ever encountered. We been in the position for a few minutes so when John went behind Patti I once again felt his hands. They were fondling my balls and the whole area. I was a bit stunned when I felt his fingers sliding around my rosebud. No I had shaved as I normally do so the feeling was unlike anything I could have expected. There was no hair on my balls or in the crack of my ass so all I felt was his hands and they felt covered in a lube. I think I know where this is going. He gently inserted a finger and slowly worked in back and forth. It didn't take long and I was shooting all the cum I could muster way inside Patti. At that moment she exploded in orgasm. Seems she liked the feel of cum shooting into her. I wonder what that's like. Well I was spent but we weren't done. John was still caressing me and fingering my ass. It felt incredible. A few minutes later John was using two fingers. I confess I've used dildo's on myself before so his job was partly done. I don't like the big ones but the 5-6 inches were awesome. Extreme cumming while using those. Patti who had taken a minute to rest came back over and kneeled over me. She was facing John and I just used my hands to touch all over her. She grabbed my legs and pulled them up. My ass was know wide open to John. He toyed with me some more than I felt his cock pushing inside me. First the head then the shaft. All the way in. Just WOW. He started slow and begin moving in and out. Fucking me gently but thoroughly. Patti had shifted position and was now sucking my cock again and it was responding. She moved into a 69 and I ate her pussy like it was the last one I ever would. She had me close to orgasm and just as I was about to blow my load John filed my ass with a feeling I can't even describe. I could feel it shooting out from the tip to where it hit inside. Not a few seconds later Patti also came and we were all spent. After a short break and a few more bowls we were at it again. John said if I ever decided to move nearby he'd be glad to use me whenever I was free. Seems he and Patti enjoyed me so much they decided either of them could play with me whenever the need or free time dictated. We still get together when we can and sometimes one or both of them visit me. John and I became such good friends that we hung out and my wife never asked questions. Eventually my wife and I got into the lifestyle but she still doesn't know about John and Patti even though we all get together sometimes. They are the best and I'm honored to be used by them often. Patti even found a perfect size softer strap on to enjoy my ass with when John wasn't around. After the first time I also had a rare opportunity to make love to Patti's ass. Yes I've fucked it but that first time was nothing short of making love to her ass. The foreplay also lasts so long with them and this was no different. I've never had John's ass but I've played with it. I don't mind I'm not that into a guys ass but his cock does wonders. Self Discovery This is the first piece of erotica I've ever written - please be nice to me! I look forward to any constructive criticism anyone may have to offer. Thanks! ***** Lucy sighed as she rolled onto her back, deviating her gaze from this month's issue of Cosmo to the white ceiling above her. She let out a deep sigh and let the magazine slip from her hand and onto the floor. She found herself absent-mindedly playing with the waistband of her pale pink cotton panties, soon after realizing that her eyes had moved from the ceiling to a bulletin board on the plain white walls surrounding her, where she saw a familiar picture of her parents that she had pinned on months ago. She began to assess her life at its current moment. Since Lucy had moved away for university this past September, she quickly came to the realization that growing up under the watchful eye of her parents was her downfall. They weren't strict per se, but they were both devout Catholics and certain standards and unspoken rules were enforced in their household. Simple things; like curfews, girls-only sleepovers and any boyfriend she had always had to meet her father's standards. She wasn't a prude or anything, but upon her reflection, it seemed that her parent's strong morals had seemed to have an effect on her during her adolescence. Up to this point, all of the sexual activity she had experienced hadn't went any further than kissing and some innocent dry humping. She now lived in an apartment style residence on her university's campus. Before her arrival, she had set herself up with expectations of a clean, nicely decorated apartment but was instead dumbfounded to discover cold, concrete walls, "well-used" furniture, and old appliances. Being an only child, small pleasures that she enjoyed while living at home with her parents now seemed like a distant memory. Now, she was constantly faced with an empty fridge, a shared bathroom and 3 messy roommates. Lucy's thoughts were quickly interrupted as she heard her apartment door close with a thud, followed by a small kerfuffle in the porch, giggling and another door being opened and then shut again. Soon after, the now familiar noise of mattress squeaking and stifled moans began resonating through the thin walls of her apartment. "That must be Jenny," Lucy thought as she rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching for her iPod in an attempt to mask the noise. She continued to play what she had been listening to previously. 'The Bad Touch' by the Bloodhound Gang started playing mid-chorus and she laughed at the irony. She let her feet hit the cold floor, stood up, and wandered over to the full-length mirror on her bedroom door. Her tank top and panties were the only pieces of clothing protecting her from the chill in the air. Her gaze fell to her chest, and wasn't surprised to see the outline of her nipples poking out from behind the thin layer of her tank top. As the muffled moans continued to echo from her roommate's bedroom, Lucy stood in front of her mirror, analyzing her body. "Average" she found herself muttering. She was completely and utterly average. Standing at 5'4", her brown hair was parted in the center and was an average weight. She lifted her tank top and rested it just below her breasts. Her stomach still hadn't yet rid itself of its baby fat. She poked and prodded at her stomach a little before she turned to admire her side profile. As critical as she was about herself, she always liked the way her back curved almost perfectly to her ass. It was perky, and Lucy liked that. She allowed her hands to caress her body, lingering slightly as they grazed across her breasts and ass. She did have beautiful curves, after all. Her only problem was this overwhelming blandness that so happened to be her face. "Maybe it's my hair..." she mumbled to herself. She made a mental note to ask one of her roommates for advice on new ways to do her hair. Lucy then found herself yawning, so she left her room to brush her teeth in the bathroom. However after she closed her door, the noises coming from her roommate's bedroom became much more prominent. Not wanting to be noticed, she headed straight to the bathroom and then proceeded through her nightly bedtime routine. On her way back to her room though, she noticed that her roommate's door didn't shut all the way and let her curiosity get the best of her. Carefully, she knelt down on all fours and let one eye peek in at Jenny with this night's conquest. But before seeing anything, she smelled an oddly suggestive combination of sweat and perfume. She tried to put a word on it - musky, maybe. Lucy let out a small gasp and was surprised to see Jenny's hands tied with bright purple rope into an elaborate knot behind her head, squirming about in complete ecstasy. Lucy felt a tingle between her thighs - it was unfamiliar, but she liked it. She retreated back to her thoughts - she had never thought that anyone would use anything of that sort during sex! Jenny's back was arched, her breasts at their fullest and most vulnerable. Her expression was an erotic mixture of pain and ecstasy as she succumbed to her partner's touch. Her breasts were currently being groped, pinched and pulled by a pair of large and commanding manly hands, while her whole body was moving to a quick rhythm set by her partner. The tingle was becoming more prominent as this off-the-cuff sexual situation was unfolding before her eyes. She tried to imagine herself in Jenny's position and felt her face flush. After attempting to get herself together, she sized up Jenny's partner, whose face she could not currently see. He was tall, and had disheveled brown hair. Lucy took a second to admire the definition of his back muscles and then let her eyes fall to his firm, well-sculpted ass. She bit her lips as she looked at him thrusting his hips back and forth, catching glimpses of his cock in between thrusts. She hadn't seen one in real life before! Lucy admired its shape. It curved upwards slightly, and looked fairly thick. She became hypnotized by the quick tempo he had created as his cock slid in and out of Jenny's pussy. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have one of those fill up her own cunt. Lucy found herself drooling at the thought. She bit her lip and let her hand drift to the outline of her pussy and began to caress it over the fabric of her panties. She did this for a short while before she let her hand slip under her waistband. She traced her finger along her slit and proceeded to push her finger between her swollen cunt lips. She traced circles around her clitoris and shuddered a bit before she slowly began to finger fuck herself. She started with her index finger. She felt the soft, cushiony walls of her pussy against her finger as she allowed another finger to enter. She slowly began to pump her fingers in and out of her sex. The sounds of her roommate's moans coupled with her partner's grunts and moans made Lucy's cunt tingle. She continued to wiggle her fingers up her own pussy, as her eyes seemed to glaze over as she became fixated on Jenny's legs wrapped around his waist, and Lucy tried to match their rhythm. She then started caressing her clitoris with her thumb. She continued like this for a while, bucking her hips a bit until she let a quiet moan escape her lips. However, it apparently wasn't quiet enough - Jenny's partner turned his head around (not skipping a beat with the fucking), looked down and met Lucy's gaze. He grinned and winked at Lucy, and her eyes opened wide in a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Horrified, she gasped as she scrambled as quickly as she could to the safety of her own room. Lucy let out a deep sigh as she leaned on her door and slid down to a crouching position. She was mortified that he had seen her, but for some reason, her sexual arousal just seemed to have been heightened. She wondered why that might be. She quickly dismissed it and then became aware of the damp spot that had developed on her panties. She let her hand wander down and was surprised to feel just how wet it actually was. Her thoughts then went back to the beautiful cock she had just seen pounding in and out of her roommate. Lucy looked around the room for an object that she could substitute for her own pleasure, but much to her dismay, nothing in her room matched the size of the dick she had just seen. Sexually frustrated, she took off her underwear and replaced them with a pair of pyjama shorts. After Lucy tucked herself into bed and turned down the music from her speakers, she tried going to sleep, but the image of this guy who had just winked at her could not be burned out of her mind. She replayed the scene over and over. He looked familiar somehow, but she could not put her finger on how she knew him. Several questions invaded her mind. "Why did he wink at me?", "Why did I get so turned on after seeing Jenny tied up like that?" and most importantly, "How the fuck do I know him?" After a few minutes of racking her brain, she decided to give up and allowed herself to drift off to sleep. Self Discovery Ch. 02 Self Discovery Ch.2 After that weekend, I had a whole new outlook. I found myself thinking about Ray and his hard cock. Not that it was that big, just that I caused it. The fact that I could turn another man on not only excited me, but it changed the way I viewed myself. I was more than a wife and mother, I was a sexual creature and the changes had rippling effects. Sex with my husband was much more frequent, not to mention more vigorous, and I found I was taking better care of myself. Daily I spent an extra few minutes at the gym, more closely scrutinized my diet, and began to firm up a few places that had been bothering me. I also started to have dreams about Traci. Ray was much more attentive also. Every time the four of us got together, he always seemed to sit right next to me, and continuously looked for a reason for us to be alone. And the extra attention only increased my self-confidence and ultimately my sex life. It seemed that everything would turn me on, and I spent a lot of time fantasizing and playing with myself. I would suck Bill off at least twice a week, often imagining I was going down on Ray. One Saturday evening, after several hours of playing cards and drinking, we began talking about that night by the campfire. Suddenly my husband remembered an adult game that we bought when we were first married. It was similar to Monopoly, but the cards had you doing things like taking a drink, removing an article of clothing, and doing things with the other players… Sexy things… One thing led to another, and Bill wound up dragging it out of the closet and we started to play. I was the first one naked and had to start drawing penalty cards. The first few were relatively tame, kiss the player to your left, nibble on someone’s neck, etc. The next one naked was Ray, followed by Traci. Traci drew a card directing her to place her hand in the lap of the player on her left for a full turn around the board. Bill smiled as she put his hand in his lap. The next card I drew directed me to crawl under the table and using only my mouth, make the person to my left (Ray) smile for one full turn. When I got under the table, I looked over and saw Traci’s hand wrapped around my husband’s erect cock. Her tiny hand, gently stroking Bill’s big dick mesmerized me, but what really turned me on was her other hand, lightly caressing her clit. I paused for a second and then moved over to Ray. Sure enough, his cock was hard and pointing straight at me… inviting me to fulfill one of my fantasies. Cautiously I crept up to it (hoping that he wouldn’t jump) and took his cock in my hand. The feeling electrified me as I stroked it and kissed its head. I ran my tongue around the glans and up and down its length. Ray’s legs twitched as my tongue reached his balls and I backed off. (I didn’t want him to give away what I was doing.) I took most of his length in my mouth and began to work back and forth. I swear I thought I was going to come, just from sucking him off when I felt him tense. If he came right there, I was sure that Bill and Traci would notice and I couldn’t let that happen. I removed myself from his engorged member but it seemed that I may have been too late. Reluctantly, I bit down (not too hard) on his cock-head. Ray let out a small yelp and everyone decided that I had had enough. A few turns later, Bill was directed to take Traci in another room and “do her bidding.” We decided that 4 minutes would be enough and they headed for the master bedroom. Ray got up almost immediately and stepped over to my seat, offering his cock up to my lips. “Don’t bite me this time” he said. “I thought you were going to come” I answered. “I almost did” he replied. “Should I kiss it and make it better?” I asked. Without a word, he shoved it between my lips and began fucking my mouth. I fingered my pussy in time with his motion. Ray reached down and grabbed my tits and began tweaking my nipples. This time I was the one starting to come. We went on like this for a couple of minutes when I realized that Bill and Traci might walk out without warning. I got up and led Ray (by his cock) into the kitchen and kissed him. He picked me up and set me on the counter and started sucking my nipples and fingering my pussy. Just as I started to my second orgasm, I heard the bedroom door open and got my feet back on the floor, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and tried to act natural as I walked back in the dining room. I could tell that Bill and Traci had been making out. Her hair was mussed, her nipples erect, and I could see dewdrops on her pubic hair. I could tell her pussy was wet. I was sure I made a similar picture and we knowingly smiled at each other. I didn’t know if they had gone quite as far as Ray and I, but if they hadn’t it wasn’t going to be too long until they would. The game continued for another hour and between stroking two hard cocks and having my pussy fingered by two different men, I thought I was going to burst. Bill and Traci had another turn in the bedroom and Ray almost fucked me on the couch. I wanted to but I didn’t think that I could stop him before they came out. As we were getting ready to stop, Traci said that it wasn’t fair that Ray and I never got a chance to use the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to say until she and Bill both said that it would only be right for Ray and me to take 5 minutes before we quit for the night. Without a word, Ray stood up, his erection standing proud and said “Shall we?” I smiled and grabbed his cock, kissed him deeply and said “Sure.” In front of my husband, and Ray’s wife, I led him away by his cock. Ray pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me and rubbing his cock against my wetness. Instinctively, my legs parted and wrapped around his waist. He began to thrust, nearly penetrating me when I realized that I’d be sleeping with my husband in not too long and I wasn’t sure I wanted to greet him with a come-filled pussy. As much as I wanted Ray to fuck me, just for a couple of quick strokes, I knew I’d never be able to stop if we started. I pushed him away, telling him to wait. I knelt at the foot of the bed and he got the idea. Sliding over to the edge, his cock was in front of my mouth… exactly where I wanted it. Ravenously I took his whole length. I started to come just from sucking his cock and increased my tempo. Ray grabbed my boobs, massaging their fullness and rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Just as he was about to come, he pulled me away. Startled, I looked at him and asked “Don’t you want to come in my mouth?” and reached back for his twitching cock. “Not yet, I want to fuck your titties first” he replied as he pulled my shoulders to him, burying his cock between my boobs. I pushed my boobs together around his cock. “Is this what you want? You want to fuck my boobs? You want to come on my tits?” I rubbed them up and down along his cock. His cock head hit me in the chin and I turned to take it in my mouth on each up-stroke. Ray groaned and I sensed he was ready to come. I took his cock head in my mouth and looked into his eyes. They were filled with lust. “Do you want to come in my mouth or on my tits?” I asked. Taking his full length I was answered, no rewarded with the feeling of his sperm shooting down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could and somehow managed to take it all. I continued to suck and tongue his cock as it softened in my mouth. Ray picked me up and laid me down saying “Now it’s your turn” and bent to lick my pussy. Just as he was getting started, there was a knock at the door and I heard Traci announce that our time was up… more than up. Walking into the living room, Traci and I shared a knowing look. Her boobs looked like they had been recently massaged, and her pubic hair was visibly moist. I wondered if it was from her juices or Bill’s saliva… or both. The couch was clearly messed and I could envision them both doing it there. At that moment, she was so beautiful, so desirable. I held her gaze for a moment. She gave me a knowing look and I wanted to embrace her, but I held back. She came over and embraced me, giggling and whispered “Call me tomorrow after the boys go off to the game.” I could only imagine what I looked like having just had my titties fucked and swallowing a huge load of her husband’s sperm. They got dressed. I started also but Bill stopped me “If we’re going to bed, there’s no reason for you to get dressed is there?” Traci reached up to kiss him goodbye and he kissed her deeply. Her hand dropped between them, towards his crotch. Ray spun me around and kissed me similarly. He fingered my clit and thought I was going to come again. “Maybe we should have given you two a few more minutes!” Traci joked. She separated us and hugged me. “Call me.” She said and started to kiss me good bye. I was so horny, I opened my mouth to French-kiss her. She was clearly not ready for that, nor was I really and we momentarily backed off and then awkwardly hugged. “That was some kiss.” Bill observed, walking me to the bedroom. “What?” I asked. “What!” he mimicked. “Do you mean Ray or Traci?” “Yes.” He answered. It was then that I noticed his dick was still hard. I leaned into him and kissed him. As I did, I noticed a familiar smell on his mustache. The same aroma he has after he has been going down on me. I kissed him again, this time sucking on his lips and his tongue. For some reason, her essence turned me on. I could see her writhing as he went down on her. He is a particularly talented ‘cunning linguist’ and it made me feel less awkward about going down on Ray. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “I’m just a little horny.” I answered. “You didn’t get enough?” “Enough what?” “When you and Ray were in here, you didn’t get enough?” “Umm…” I wasn’t sure what I should tell him. “I know you guys were making out. And if I didn’t know before, I could sure tell by the way he was fingering your pussy as he kissed you goodbye.” “Are you mad?” “No, just interested. I mean, Traci and I were probably doing the same things anyway. I don’t think anyone has any reason to be angry.” “What do you want to know?” I asked. “For starters, when you went under the table, what did you do?” I blushed. “It was just there, pointing at me, and before I could really think about it, I gave it a lick… then a suck, and then you guys called me back out.” I searched his face for some kind of response, but all I could see was lust. Looking down, his cock was as hard as I had ever seen it. I was afraid he was going to be upset, but instead he was turned on. “What did you two do during your trips to the bedroom?” I asked. Now it was Bill’s turn to squirm. “We started out just kissing and messing around, but we progressed pretty quickly. The first time, I fingered her till she came while I sucked her nipples. The second time, I went down on her, and finally she did me.” “How was she?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “You know, does she give better head than me? I know you were staring at her that night we were camping, and I was just wondering what you were thinking of. So, how was she?” “Different.” Was all he could immediately reply. “It was just different. Kind of exciting getting a blowjob from another woman, especially when she is a friend of yours and married to one of my best friends.” “Did you come?” I asked, now stroking his cock as we talked. “No. Did Ray?” By this time, Bill’s dick was rock-hard. “You’re really getting into this aren’t you?” I asked him. He stared at me with his hard cock in his hand. “You’re really getting turned on thinking about Ray’s hard cock my mouth!” He didn’t have to answer, he smiled, his face filled with lust. “Maybe I should show you” I said as I pushed him into the same chair that Ray was sitting in. I knelt between his legs and grabbed his hard cock. I kissed the head as I stroked his shaft. I ran my tongue along the under side, from his balls to the tip of his cock, staring into his eyes the whole time. “This is what I did when I was under the table. I held his cock, I kissed it. I licked it, and then…” I stared up into my husbands eyes and then swallowed him whole. I bobbed up and down a couple of times until I felt him tense. I withdrew and looked up smiling. “I took him in my mouth. I sucked his hard cock right here, under this table, while his wife was jacking you off, right next to me!” Bill grabbed my head and tried to force me back down on his cock but I resisted. “Time’s up, it’s not my turn anymore… Time to roll the dice and draw another card” I teased and I got up and took my seat. Bill got up and stood next to me, his hard cock inches away from my face. “What else did you do? What did you do when Traci and I were in the bedroom?” He thrust his cock back in front of my face. “Something like this” I said as I took him back into my mouth. “Ray pushed his fat cock in my face just like you are doing so I gave it a lick.” I took Bill’s hands and placed them on my boobs. “Ray played with my titties as I sucked his dick. He almost came right there, but I made him stop” I said as I moved away. “What did you do in the bedroom?” he asked. “Show me” he demanded with lust in his eyes. As I did with Ray, I led my husband to the bedroom by his hard cock, and just like Ray did, he pushed me on the bed and climbed on top. He rubbed his cock against my slit. “Did he fuck you? Did you let him push his cock in your wet pussy?” “He tried. He rubbed it up and down my slit… I could tell he wanted to fuck me real bad… I wanted him to, but I made him stop.” I thought my husband was going to come right there, but I was determined to finish this. I pushed him off and knelt at the foot of the bed. He understood what I wanted and wasted no time filling my mouth with hard cock. I wrapped his cock with my boobs. “He fucked my titties, then he fucked my mouth, and he came… he came in my mouth, and I swallowed every drop.” As soon as I said that, Bill started to come, and for the second time that evening I swallowed a load of hot, salty sperm. We fucked twice more before I finally fell off to sleep. That night I dreamed about Ray fucking me, and then about Bill fucking me, and finally about making it with Traci. Up until that point, I had never really thought about having sex with another woman but I couldn’t get the image of her, naked having recently made out with my husband, out of my mind. I could still see her wetness and her hard nipples. I wanted to suck her nipples and play with her pussy like my husband had done, and I wanted her to do me also. Sometime during my dreams, I found myself waking, still fantasizing about being fucked by the three of them. When I awoke, it was to the most wonderful of feelings; having my pussy licked. I was picturing the night before but with a twist. I was in a continuous three-way but my partners were rotating. One minute it was Bill and Ray, one sucking my pussy and the other ramming a stiff cock down my throat. The next, Traci’s pussy replaced the cock in my face and I sucked her clit to orgasm while my husband fucked me, and finally Traci was licking me while Ray’s fat cock dumped a load of hot sperm down my throat. That’s when I realized that someone actually WAS sucking on my clit. How I wanted it to be her, licking me, probing me with her fingers. How I wanted to do the same to her. I wanted to suck her titties, finger her pussy and lick her clit. I wanted the person between my legs to be her so bad, I could almost feel her long hair on my thighs as she suckled my pussy. I reached down and caressed her head, guiding her efforts and ensuring my orgasm. I wanted to return the favor but as I reached for her, I realized that it was my husband and no longer my best friend going down on me. I may have been a little disappointed, but I was still a lot horny so I pushed him on his back, climbed on top, and rode his hard cock deep within my pussy. I tweaked my nipples and stroked my clit as I ground down on his hardness. He loves it when I play with myself as we fuck, and I have to admit, I like it too. I rode and rode him until my orgasm caused me to lose control and fall off. I lay there, my hands still playing with myself as Bill presented me with his glistening cock. To say that he presented me with it may be a bit off. He rubbed it on my tits and along my neck and chin. When he got to my mouth, it was open and waiting and he wasted no time in feeding his hardness to me. I love the feel of a hot cock in my mouth, but this was special. I could still taste myself on it. Still fingering myself as he fucked my mouth, I fell back to my fantasy, except this time, Bill and Ray were taking turns fucking Traci. I could see their glistening cocks ramming in and out of her pussy. Her legs were tightly wrapped around their waists as she tried to draw them deeper into her womb. Her large breasts were mashed against their muscular chests and her face was frozen in orgasm. While one of them fucked her, I sucked her juices off the other’s cock while they talked dirty to me. They asked me if I liked the taste of her pussy on their cocks, how I liked effectively sucking her pussy, and if I wanted to suck their come out of her when they finished, or should they just shoot their loads down my throat. They would finger my pussy as I sucked them, and as soon as Traci would come, the men would change places, giving me another taste of her wonderful pussy and their hard cocks. How long this went on, I don’t know but what a morning! We were finally interrupted by our son knocking on the door asking for breakfast. Reluctantly, Bill withdrew and offered to take care of the morning duties. I laid back and reflected on the events of the past few weeks. Self Discovery Ch. 03 What had happened to me? Just a couple of months ago, I was a prim, proper wife and mother, enjoying an average sex life with my average husband. Suddenly I found myself a sexual creature that not only fucked my husband in front of my best friend, I had sucked off my husband's best friend's and was now fantasizing about doing it with his wife! Adding to that, was the fact that just thinking about it all was getting me very aroused. Every nerve ending on my body as alive and sensitive, and every touch seemed to feed the fire growing inside my pussy. I fingered myself to another orgasm before getting out of bed. After breakfast, I tried to lure my husband back into the bedroom but he begged off. It was Sunday after all, and Sundays are football days even if the season was only starting. Heaven forbid he would miss a game to spend the afternoon with me. Reluctantly I showered and dressed, got the kids together and we drove over to Ray and Traci's house. Ray was ready to go when we got there and he and Bill left almost immediately for their favorite football bar to watch the game, drink way too much and bond with the rest of the Sunday regulars. As usual, Traci and I stayed home to take care of the kids and have some quality "girl time." Traci was still in her robe when we got there. I got the impression that her morning went similarly to mine. She was absolutely glowing and had that "freshly fucked" look to her. Thinking back to my morning, I wondered if she was still carrying a bit of Ray inside her. I wondered what it would be like to lick it out of her. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I imagined the morning she and Ray had just spent. The kids went downstairs to watch their newest Disney movie and Traci and I settled down on the couch with a pot of coffee. There were so many things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask but I couldn't figure out where to start so I just asked about the first thing that came into my head. "Are we OK about last night?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "You know, are we OK about me and Ray, and about you and Bill? I mean that wasn't something I had ever planned on, or even really thought about, and we did things that would stress most friendships." "I know what you mean." She replied. "When I got married, I thought that I had limited myself to one man sexually, and then I found myself with your husband. I mean, how do you feel about what happened?" She sat there, her robe had come partly open. I could see her breast. The way she had her legs crossed revealed most of her thigh. I felt a stirring inside me and I sensed that we were both nervous about going into details. I knew it would be best to get everything out in the open, but how much and how soon to get it all out I couldn't figure. Somehow I mustered up the courage to just say it. "Traci, don't take this the wrong way, but ever since that first night at the hot spring, my whole life has changed. I saw your husband's cock getting hard as he watched me undress and I couldn't get that image out of my mind. And frankly, it turned me on knowing that another man found me attractive, sexually attractive. And the following night when we were both doing it in front of each other, watching you go down on him, god I was so hot. It turned me on so much that I've actually fantasized about it. All of these things that we're 'not supposed to do' really supercharged my libido. Maybe it's the whole concept that these are supposed to be taboo, but it's changed me, and I'm not really unhappy with the changes. Our sex life at home has been nothing short of fantastic, and last night, when I took your husband's cock in my mouth, I almost exploded." She sat there and stared at me, not moving and not saying a word. I feared that I may have gone too far. She stayed that way for a moment and then gave me a knowing smile. "God I'm glad you said that. I wasn't sure how you felt about me and Bill, and honestly I wasn't sure how I felt either, but I think we're on the same page. Ever since that night by the campfire I've also thought about you and Bill and I wasn't sure either. You were so hot, on top of him, grinding down on him... I've fantasized about riding his cock like you did. And last night when I held his cock for the first time, I was a changed woman. When I took him in my mouth I felt so naughty yet so sexy, and when he went down on me... Oh my god, you are the luckiest woman in the whole world. That man certainly knows his way around a woman's private parts!" "Thank God." I replied. "Then we are OK. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I was a little scared yet a little excited when I thought about the events of the last few months, about the sexual energy that has surrounded the four of us, but I thought I may have done irreparable damage to our friendship last night." "Honey, you'd have to do a lot more than just suck off my husband to wreck our friendship. I might toss him out for some of the stupid stuff he does every now and then, but girlfriend, you and I are too close to let something like a blowjob come between us!" she laughed. "Well, I was worried about the blowjob and the kiss goodnight." "I thought you two were pretty hot in that clench. When he put his finger in your pussy I almost sent you two back to the bedroom for an extra ten minutes. Of course, I wouldn't have turned down the extra time with your husband either." She replied. "I meant when I kissed you. I don't know what came over me, but seeing you when I came out of the bedroom, you were so beautiful, and what with all the sexual attention , I guess I just got carried away when I went to kiss you goodnight. I've never done anything like that before and to tell the truth, I thought I really screwed things up." I confessed. "But to be totally frank, at least at the time, that really is how I wanted to kiss you." Again, she sat there quietly, neither moving nor speaking. I wondered if I should have left well enough alone. Sucking off her husband might have been one thing, but trying to make out with her may have been the memory she wanted to erase. Finally she sipped her coffee and looked deep into my eyes. "You definitely caught me by surprise. I guess I just wasn't quite ready for something like that... I mean, at the time. I thought about it on the way home, and frankly, I think I wanted to kiss you back. Kiss you the way you wanted to kiss me, but not in front of my husband. At least not in front of him last night. Like you said, things have been changing and I'm not sure I've figured out how I feel about those changes. I have a lot of questions running through my head lately and I'm not sure how I'm going to feel when I get the answers." "Questions about what?" I asked. "I think you know. About my relationship with my husband, about my relationship with your husband, and now about my relationship with you, and then where are we all going with this. One minute we're typical suburban couples and the next we're having sex in front of each other and going down on our best friend's husbands. Where is it going to end? Are we going to draw a line somewhere? And if so, where?" I took the easy part first: "I think you and I need to decide what limits we place on this whole 'swapping' thing. I can only imagine where the boys would draw the line, but if we decide how far this should go, they'll get in line. Are those your only questions?" "Now that you mention it, and as long as we're being open about all this, there is one more." "Tell me." "I'm wondering about my own sexuality, about my own limits. Last night I had your husband's cock in my mouth and like you, I loved it. I almost fucked him right there in the living room. I was a wanton little slut and I loved every minute of it, and then when you tried to kiss me, I had feelings that I never had before. Never in my entire life, and I'm just not sure how to deal with them. It was kind of scary, but at the same time it excited me terribly." I slid next to her. I softly took her chin in my hand turning her face to mine. Her robe came almost fully open, as if she wanted to expose her nakedness to me. I stared at her full breasts, and then deeply into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so desirable. "I understand. I feel the same way." Lightly I kissed her lips. "I don't understand most of this either, but let's agree that we can explore our feelings, our feelings about ourselves and each other, and if one or both of us find ourselves uncomfortable, we can be honest with each other." I kissed her softly again, this time lingering for a moment, lightly grasping her lower lip with my own lips. "Traci, what we're doing, or at least what I think we're about to do, I've never done before. I've never felt this way toward another woman, but I think you're feeling the same way. And I want to follow this feeling through, follow it through with you, if for nothing else, than to see what it's like, what you're like, to see what we're like, what we're like together." I kissed her a third time, this time much more slowly. Slowly my lips parted and I felt hers respond in kind. Our tongues emerged and found each other, lightly dancing around, just the tips at first, exploring, learning, and loving. Slowly, our embrace deepened and our tongues worked their way deeper into each other's mouth. I was on fire. I came up for air and stared at her. She was beautiful, she was sexy, and I wanted her. She lay there in my arms, her eyes still shut and I kissed her again. She moaned in approval. I covered her face with light, soft kisses, on her lips, across her cheek, nibbling my way to her ears. Her body melted into mine as our tempo increased. My hand found its way inside her robe. She tensed and then relaxed as I kissed my way down her neck. I held her breast. I could feel her breath shorten as her nipple hardened in my hand. I continued my way back up to her lips, this time kissing her deeply. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and laid her back on the couch. She looked up at me, her full breasts heaving as she panted, and I bent to her again. Leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck, shoulder and chest, I worked my way to her chest. Nervously, I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked it. I held her breast and kneaded the soft underside as I teased the nipple with my tongue. Again she moaned softly. I thought I was going to burst. I shifted myself, straddling her. My pussy rubbed along her leg. My free hand reached insider her robe and found her pussy. Her body began to quiver and I sensed her orgasm building. I reached down with my free hand and found her pussy wet. Her pubic hair felt like silk; silk covering molten lava. She was so hot. I ran my finger along her clit and she bucked as her orgasm began in earnest. I began humping her leg as I too started to come. I sucked her nipple harder and rubbed her clit in time with our motion. Her movement increased the pressure my own pussy had on her leg and I came with her. As our mutual orgasms passed, we lay there in each other's arms. I continued to softly kiss her face and gently stroke her body. I ran my finger from her pubis to her chest, running concentric circles around her breast inward towards her nipples and then lightly back down to her labia. I stroked her clit and the entrance to her womb. I wanted to probe her, to find her g-spot and bring her to another orgasm. Over and over I kissed her, as our passion began to build anew when suddenly: "Mommy, the video is over! Can we come upstairs for treats?" It was our children who, fortunately were still at the top of the stairs and hadn't seen their mothers first lesbian encounter. I was still dressed albeit a bit unkempt, but Traci was effectively naked beneath me. "You kids stay downstairs and pick out another video." I told them. "No treats until after lunch. I'll bring your lunch down to you. Why don't you draw us a nice picture while you wait!" I looked down at Traci. I thought what a nice picture she made and about what had just happened. "I guess we should get back to being Moms again." I said. She reached for me. "Not yet" she replied as she pulled me to her and kissed me one last time, deeply. "I don't know what just happened, but I don't want to stop, not yet." She kissed me again. I felt her hand reach under my sweater and cup my breast. "That was fantastic. Please tell me that we can do this again... sometime." I smiled at her. I gave her one last kiss and playfully nipped at her boob. "I think we can do that" I answered as I got up. Traci retied her robe and followed me into the kitchen. We made the kids' lunches together in silence. Once, while reaching across the counter, my arm grazed the front of her robe. We both froze momentarily. She turned to me and reached out, drawing me in to her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and I pressed myself into her. I could feel her nipples hardening and a familiar warmth building within me. I wanted her badly, but knew the kids wouldn't stay downstairs for long. Our embrace broke awkwardly. "I need to get out of this robe." She said to me. "I'd love to help you, but the kids would catch us." She smiled. "I'd love for that too, but I meant that I need to get dressed. If I stay like this, I have a feeling that we're going to spend the afternoon in the bedroom, and we really can't afford to do that, at least not today." "When then?" I asked. "Soon. Just not today." She was right. My mind was racing, trying to figure out a time when we'd have the boys away and not have the kids under foot. There were still a couple of weeks before school vacation ended, and I was hoping that I wouldn't have to wait that long. I needed to be with her, intimately, again. I took lunch down to the kids. They were trying to decide which video they wanted next. I wondered if they'd watch the whole thing without coming upstairs, but as much as I hoped, I knew that they would 'call for Mom' for one reason or another. I heard the shower running upstairs. I pictured Traci in the shower, lathering her self up with soap, washing her breasts, caressing her pussy and stroking her entire body as she went. I wished I could be there with her, soaping her up, and she doing me, but it would have to wait for another time. I went back upstairs and found Traci dressing. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. She brushed her hair and as she did, her robe came open again. I could see her in the mirror as it revealed more. At some point, she noticed my attention and paused, staring back at me through the mirror. Her hand fell to her breast and she caressed it, never losing my reflection in the mirror. The robe fell off her shoulders as she turned to me. I reached for her. She took my head and gently pressed it to her breast. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. How I wanted her. She took my chin and tilted my head up to her and kissed me. "I need you" she whispered "But I really do need to get dressed so please, don't tempt me. If you press me, I'll be yours for the taking, but please, let me get dressed, just this one time." I kissed her again and let her go. She had laid out a lace bra and matching panties. Stockings and garters completed her undergarments. I was overcome with lust watching as she adorned them. I felt she had selected that ensemble for my pleasure. Again I reached for her. "We can't. Not now. Please. The kids will want to go out soon and the boys will be home in a while. I don't want anyone to find out about us, at least not until we've had an opportunity to finish what we've started. Please, don't push me. I won't be able to resist and I really do want to wait until we have enough time to fully explore our new relationship." She was right, and it took me a moment to understand why she was dressing so sexy. "You've got me so hot right now, and I really need a good, hard fucking. Ray will be all about the game when he gets home, but with this outfit, I can get his mind off football." She finished dressing in silence. Once she was done, we went back out to the living room and waited for the boys. I made a point of sitting across from her, because I too was on the verge of taking her right there but I also knew that we had to wait. We talked about how we were going to deal with the boys. We agreed that we were both ok with continuing the events of the previous night, but that we were going to decide when, where and how far. She told me that she wouldn't be able to resist if Bill tried to fuck her, and I agreed that I felt the same way about Ray. I told her that I wanted to watch her as she got fucked, whether it was my husband or hers, I just wanted to watch. She smiled at me and said that she'd love to perform for me but would want me immediately afterward and that my pose a bit of a problem. We agreed that we would each go as far as we each were comfortable, and that we would be open with each other as things progressed. The boys got home shortly after 6, smelling of beer and cigars. They both eyed Traci up and down, and I could tell they definitely approved of her outfit. I think we all three had the same thing on our minds: We all wanted to fuck her. Bill and I took the kids home, made dinner and had the kids in bed by nine. Like the other times I had explored the bounds of our relationship, I made love to him like a wild woman that night. Self Discovery Ch. 04 The next morning, after getting Bill off to work and the kids on the bus to day camp, I took a long nap. Again, my dreams were filled with sex and I awoke hornier than ever. I wanted to call Traci, invite her over, or maybe go over there, but her kids were on a different schedule and we couldn't be alone. I tried to do some things around the house, to take my mind of the fire burning inside me, but by noon, I knew that I was totally consumed by my lust. I took a glass of red wine in the bathroom and drew a hot bubble bath. Laying back in the tub, I continued my fantasy. I caressed my breasts as I fingered my pussy, thinking about making it with Traci, about sucking Ray while Bill fucked me. My hands moved in conjunction with my continuing fantasy and I came over and over again. Sometimes hard, and sometimes soft, my climaxes came and went. Every nerve ending on my body was alive, every touch fed my increased pleasure. I don't know how long I lay there, engulfed in my own orgasm as one fantasy worked its way into the next, but it was a glorious afternoon. One minute I was pleasuring one of the men and another I was being tended to by both of them and Traci at the same time. At one point, I was sucking Ray while his wife and my husband watched, almost cheering us on. It was then that I began to sense another presence in the room. At first, the feeling of being watched was just part of my daydream and it only served to heighten my state of arousal, but suddenly there was movement and sound that didn't fit within my (current) fantasy. Startled, I opened my eyes to see Ray standing in the doorway staring at me. His hand was rubbing a very large bulge in his pants and his mouth was agape. I stared back at him, watching him rub his cock as another orgasm built within me. Part of me wanted to hide in shame but the exhibitionist within won out as I fingered myself to the strongest orgasm of the afternoon (so far.) Ray stared at me, his crotch bulging, and his mouth open. "What are you doing here?" "Bill gave me the afternoon off." I continued rubbing my clit. "Does your wife know?" He unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and he caught it in his left hand. Slowly, he began to stroke it. "No, she doesn't. I had to see you so I came straight here." Staring at his hard cock, I licked my lips. "You had to see me?" "I had to fuck you." "How long have you been here?" Stepping closer to the tub, he took his pants all the way off and stood over me, his cock within my reach. "Long enough." I drove two fingers in my pussy and started to come all over again. I don't know how long I was out of it, but when I came back to earth, I felt Ray's cock rubbing against my face. Having removed all his clothing, he had stepped into the tub, straddling me and began dragging his dick across my lips and around my entire face. I took him in my mouth as I worked my G-spot again. He began fucking my mouth in earnest as I cupped his balls and stroked his shaft. Neither of us lasted very long and as I began to moan in orgasm, he shot his come down my throat. I suckled his cock, making sure to get every last drop. I didn't want to take it out of my mouth, but I remembered his words: "I had to fuck you" and having gone this far, I wasn't about to let the opportunity pass. I needed a good, hard, fucking, and whether I got it from him, his wife, or my husband, I needed it right there and then. I could feel his cock softening in my mouth and I swirled my tongue around it. His body twitched when I put too much pressure on the sensitive head and he tried to extract himself from my suction. I gripped him by his buttocks and drew him deeper within me. I softly fingered his anus. He twitched, but didn't make me stop. Gradually, I sensed the blood returning to his organ and he began slowly pumping in and out of my mouth. I withdrew, holding his shaft and licking the underside. I looked up into his eyes as my ministrations fed his lust. "You said you had to fuck me?" I asked. "Then fuck me!" I demanded. Reluctantly I released him and he stepped out of the tub. I stood to face him and saw myself in the mirror. I watched as the remaining water channeled through my cleavage, nearly fully exposing my entire body. The bath oil I had put in the water caused the bubbles to run off my body leaving a spot of foam between my breasts and another over my pussy. He reached for me and I fell into his arms. Looking up at him, he kissed me deeply and he took my breast in his hand, massaging its fullness and tweaking my nipple. I felt his hardness against my belly and in response I took his cock in my hand slowly jacking as he continued caressing my breast. I looked in the mirror and marveled at the sight of my hand running up and down his length, my breast pressed against his chest as the other filled his hand. It was like watching an adult movie only I could control the action. I wanted to kneel and take him back in my mouth, watch him come in my throat, but even more I needed him inside me. Inside my pussy. "Fuck me!" I repeated. Silently I led him to my bed, turning at the foot and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I ground my pelvis into him, rubbing his erection against my stomach. "Please... Fuck me...: I whimpered as I drove my tongue deep in his mouth. He responded by throwing me back on the bed and climbing up. I stared as his fat cock pointed at the entrance to my pussy. He bent to kiss me and I felt it rubbing along my slit. I tried to hook my legs around his waist and draw him into me, but he bent to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucked first one and then the other and began kissing and sucking his way down my belly towards my pussy. I nearly exploded as his tongue grazed across my clit. I grabbed his head and pushed him into my soaking wet pussy, urging him deeper. He worked his way around in a seemingly anxious manner. At first I thought he was teasing me, not letting my climax truly build when I remembered his wife's words about my husband's proficiency in that area and how he could teach Ray a thing or two. Clearly this was a man in need of tutoring in the art of cunnilingus and I was going to coach him along, but this was neither the time nor the place. I pulled him up to me, kissing him and rolling him on to his back at the same time. Climbing on top, I ground my slit along his erection. He took my breasts in his hands and I held his gaze. "Fuck me!" I again repeated, "Fuck me now!" and I impaled myself on his cock. I ground down on him as he mauled my breasts. I reached down and fingered my clit until my orgasm overtook me and once again, for a few glorious moments, reality left me as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through me. I must have lost my balance and fallen off because the next thing I new, I was on my back with Ray on top, pounding his cock into me. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust as he stared at my full breasts bouncing with his rhythm. I glanced over at the mirror on the dresser and watched as he pounded his way in and out of my pussy. He must have noticed as I saw him turn to look in the mirror, catching my eye in the reflection. His motion slowed and he began much longer and deeper strokes. We both watched as his cock, glistening with my juices, pulled nearly out of my pussy, only to be driven back to the hilt. After several minutes like this, he withdrew sitting up on his knees with his cock pointing at me. "I want to watch you." Confused I asked "Watch me what?" "Suck me." And I understood exactly what he wanted. I crawled to him and began to lick his cock. I looked over at the mirror and spoke to his reflection. "Is this what you want? Do you want to watch as your big, fat cock disappears down my throat?" He grabbed my head and thrust himself into me. He pulled my hair over my neck to clear his view and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. We continued and I watched out of the corner of my eye, adjusting myself so our reflection was like that of a porn star in an adult movie. I reached down and played with myself as I sucked him. Ray's breath became short, and his strokes rapid. He was about to come and so was I. With my free hand, I ran a finger from the tip of his anus along the base of his cock and balls and he erupted in my mouth. I don't know why, but I was caught a bit off guard and was unable to swallow his entire load. I backed off for air as his last bit shot out and hit me on my chin. I looked up, smiling and stroking his cock, squeezing the last drops out, using his cock-head as a paint brush, rubbing them into my face. He fell back on the pillows and I lay between his legs, still gently sucking him. We watched in the mirror as he softened in my mouth. I can't describe just how erotic it felt, watching us in the mirror. I fingered myself to another orgasm as we lay there. My bliss was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Bill, on his way home asking if there was anything he needed me to pick up along the way. I stuttered, unable to formulate a response. "What? Are you in bed or something?" he asked. I blushed. "Um, yeah. I'm just kind of laying here." "You sound a little out of it." He replied. "I'll pick up the kids at the bus stop and you finish waking up. See you in about a half hour." And he hung up. I looked at the clock. Where had the time gone? Apparently Ray had noticed also as he was stepping back in the bedroom, now almost fully clothed. "Shit! I can't believe how late it is. I need to get going." I thought he was going to leave, but he sat and watched me dress. "Ray honey, you know we can't be doing this." I blurted out. "I mean, the other night, when Bill and Traci were there, that was one thing. Everyone knew, and in a weird sense, kind of consented, but this, this is wrong." "I know. I'm sorry for coming over like this, but I had to know. I had to know what it would be like to be with you. With you for more than the few minutes that the game allows us. And when I saw you in the tub, I couldn't control myself." "We were both a little out of control, but this can never happen again. I mean, if we're playing a game or something, or if the four of us are together and everything is consensual, believe me, I'll fuck you until someone says stop, but this, this is just cheating and it's just wrong." I wondered if I could resist if he were to come over again... Self Discovery Ch. 05 The next morning was the one day of the week when we both had the kids out of the house and typically spent the day together. Before Ray had come over, I had been looking forward to this morning with lustful thoughts of further exploring Traci. That morning she called saying she'd be over as soon as she the kids were off. Instead of being totally horny, I was consumed with guilt over the events of the previous afternoon. Traci walked in the house. She looked absolutely stunning. I knew I had completely ruined everything. Here she was, my friend, my lover, standing beautiful before me, and I had betrayed her. If Ray could have only controlled himself; stayed away, waited until the next time the four of us were together. If I could have taken control of the afternoon; if I could have controlled myself... I didn't know where to start but I had to tell her. She looked at me. Something was wrong. She wasn't her usual self, and I wondered if she knew. Or perhaps she had been having second thoughts about Sunday and what had transpired. She couldn't keep my eye, looking away as I approached her. I reached for her, just to hug and say hello but she was withdrawn. "We need to talk." I told her. "Let me get you a cup of coffee." "Yes we do" she answered and looked away again. In silence, I poured her coffee and sat on the couch. I patted the seat next to me. "Please, sit down. We can get through this, maybe start over, but let's at least talk it out. Get everything out in the open and hopefully at least restore our relationship." I pleaded. She looked at me, her soft brown eyes troubled. She trembled and then spoke. "Then you know. Terri, I am so sorry, I can't explain it, but it just happened, and I, I'm so, so sorry. Can you please forgive me?" Now I was confused. What on earth could she be apologizing TO ME about? She was nearly in tears. I took her coffee and set it on the table. She looked up at me. I held her for a moment, gently caressing her cheek and neck. I lightly kissed her cheek. I still wasn't sure what she was apologizing for, but I knew that I certainly owed her one. "You have nothing to be sorry about. It was my fault. I should be apologizing to you, not you to me. Can you forgive me?" She looked back at me. "You're my best friend, and yesterday... I don't see how you can say it was your fault, but thank you for understanding. I love you so much, and yesterday..." Now I was really confused. I was sure that neither of us was talking about the same yesterday. I gently lifted her chin until I held her eye. I knew it was time for me to confess. Whatever it was that she was sorry about couldn't be nearly as bad as what I was about to tell her. "Traci honey, I don't think that we're talking about the same thing. I did something yesterday that was totally out of line. I betrayed you, betrayed your trust, and I need to tell you how sorry I am." "I don't understand" she replied, "I was the one who did the betraying." Now I was really confused, and certain that she didn't know about Ray's surprise visit. "Yesterday afternoon" she continued, "Yesterday when Bill came over to my house, while the kids were asleep, and he... I mean we... Oh Terri, I am so sorry!" She fell into my arms sobbing, begging me for forgiveness when it hit me. That bastard husband of mine gave Ray the afternoon off, knowing he'd come straight here! Then he probably waited a few minutes and came home, seeing Ray's car, headed straight to Traci's house. Either that or the two of them planned the whole thing. I lifted her up and looked into her eyes. I lightly kissed her lips, not as a lover, but as a friend. "Traci, there's more to yesterday than that. While Bill was at your house, Ray came over here. I don't know if the two of them were working in concert, or if that rotten husband of mine schemed up the whole thing, but if what happened at your house is what I'm thinking happened, then you and I have nothing to apologize to each other for because the same thing happened here." She looked at me quizzically. "I don't understand?" "Simple," I told her, "Ray was her yesterday afternoon. I was in the bath tub when he walked in. He told me that Bill had given him the afternoon off. I was laying in the tub and he, I mean we... Well, to put it bluntly, I didn't put up much resistance, no, honestly, I put up absolutely no resistance, and that's why I need to apologize..." "You mean, you and Ray... While Bill and I..." she paused, contemplating for a moment. "Do you think they planned it that way?" "I don't know. I can see Bill planning something like that, but I don't know, they may have talked and worked it out among them. I'm just not sure..." "And he just walked in on you, while you were in the tub. Didn't you hear him come in?" "Well... Um... My mind was kind of preoccupied... I had been thinking about Saturday night... and Sunday afternoon... And, well, I don't know that I would have heard a whole lot in that state..." She looked at me and smiled. "I know what you mean. I've been thinking about you also... Tell me more about yesterday" she asked. Start with the beginning, before he came over, I need to hear it. I need to hear it all." So I recalled the entire day, starting with my inability to focus on anything, how my mind had been filled with lust, lust for my husband, for her husband, and for her. I told her everything, how I had fantasized about her, how I was masturbating when Ray walked in and how I came when he showed me his hard cock. She paid rapt attention and as I continued, her breath became short. She licked her lips wantonly as I described watching myself in the mirror as I had sex with her husband. As I told her more and more I felt a fire growing within me, my guilt being replaced by lust as I watched a similar transition occur in my new lover. When I finished we sat in silence. Probably not too long, but it seemed an eternity. I saw the desire in her eyes, her short breaths causing her bosom to heave up and down, the slight perspiration starting to build. I had to have her and I took her in my arms and kissed her softly. Her lips parted and out tongues began their dance, lightly at first, growing bolder as they progressed. I felt her hand cup my breast, it send a shock through my body, ending between my legs. We broke our embrace. She smiled at me, wanting, needing more. "Do you want to hear about me and Bill?" "Yes, please" I whispered. "I had just gotten the kids down for their nap. Like you, I had been distracted all day with my thoughts of you and Bill. I wanted him again, I wanted you again, I wanted to explore you and I further. I imagined things that I'd never considered before, and in my fantasy, I was doing them with you. I laid down for a nap when I heard the door open. I thought Ray was home early so I stayed in bed, hoping he would help relieve some of my sexual tension when in walked Bill. I don't know that I was even that much startled, but I got up, naked, and walked to him. I asked him if he liked what he saw and if there was anything I could do for him, and he took me right then and there, or maybe I took him, I'm not sure." "Tell me more" I implored her. "Tell me all of it." Traci smiled and kissed me deeply again. "Lets get out of these clothes, and I'll tell you everything." She took me by the hand and led me to my bed. I stood at the foot as she undressed me, kissing me, and softly caressing each portion of my body as it was revealed to her. I stood before her, naked. She cupped my breast and took my nipple in her mouth. Her free hand rubbed my pussy. I held her head to my breast and started to come. She kissed me as I reached around to undo her blouse. Effortlessly I unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and made a trail of kisses to her nipple. I looked in the mirror as she threw her head back and moaned. I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and fingered her clit. She shuddered in orgasm and I removed her skirt and panties. I laid her on the bed and climbed in next to her. I propped myself on one elbow and leaned in to kiss her. I stroked her body from her neck to her pussy and kissed her again. "Tell me the rest, tell me everything else." I said as I softly traced circles around her pussy. She told it all, how he held her, how he kissed her, how his hands fondled every inch of her body, and as she described his touch, I acted out his role in her story. When he kissed his way down her belly, so did I. When he sucked her nipple, I sucked her nipple, and when he fingered her to orgasm, the story paused until she could regain enough composure to continue. She described how he kissed around her pussy, teasing her, his breath hot on her clit as he brushed across her pubis with his cheek. I took in her essence as I mimicked his motions. She said finally she couldn't take it any longer and grabbed his head and ground his face deep into her. It was then that I felt her thrust into my face and I took my fill of her. Like my husband had done to me so many times, I reached up and caressed her as I licked and sucked. I felt her passion rise and fall as I became acclimated to her. Sensing her arousal, I focused on her special places, recording them in my mind for what I hoped to be a long and loving relationship. Her thighs gripped me tightly as her body convulsed. I drove two fingers inside her, reaching for her g-spot as I suckled her clit and she cried out as she came. I had often wondered what it would be like to go down on another woman, and while part of me had always considered it something abnormal, that morning it came naturally. I was overcome with a desire to continue. I thought I knew my way around down there, just from hours and hours of pleasing myself, but there were subtle differences between what worked for me and what got Traci going and I was determined to continue my exploration of her until I knew every trace, every fold, and every sensitive spot. I don't know how long we spent like that, but the more I licked and sucked, the more I wanted to go deeper. Finally I came up for air. I crawled up her body, kissing, licking and sucking my way up to her. I held myself above her and paused for a moment to take her all in. She was beautiful. She looked up at me and we held each other's stare, each looking deep into the other, discovering what was previously hidden. She reached for me and I fell into her arms. I could feel her nipples pressed into mine as we held our embrace. We lay there for some time, kissing and caressing each other. "What happened next?" I asked. She rolled me over onto my back and kissed me again. "He laid back and I climbed on top." She said as she straddled me. "I rubbed myself along his hardness, feeling it against my slit." She ground her pussy into mine. I gasped. "I worked back and forth, grinding my clit against him." I almost came right there as I felt her pussy against mine. "Finally, he couldn't take it any longer and he thrust up into me." I grabbed her hips and thrust mine up to meet her. We rocked back and forth, she started to quiver and I reached for her breasts. I kneaded them and took her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, rolling them in time to our motions. Her head leaned back and she let out a low, guttural moan as she started to come. I came with her and as our climaxes peaked, she fell back into my arms, her mouth hungrily seeking mine. I rolled her over, cradling her in my left arm, stroking her with my right hand. I kissed her deeply as my fingers found her clit. Her legs opened, encouraging me to go deeper. Penetrating her depths, I found her g-spot and worked her to another climax. Our lips never parted as she came. I continued as she reached that orgasmic plateau where time no longer has any meaning. Time stood still, for both of us, and she came like she had never done before. We spent the rest of the morning in my bed. Mostly I held and kissed her, lightly touching, stroking and caressing her. She came several times but most of the light, soft variety. She played with my nipples and lightly stroked my clit, but I sensed she was still somewhat hesitant about going further. I wasn't about to push, rather let her define her sexuality in her own time. I looked at the clock and realized that the entire morning had passed and it would soon be time to pick up the kids and return to our "normal" lives. I suggested we may want to eat lunch before moving on. "What are we going to do about the boys?" I asked her. "What do you mean?" "I mean those two rotten husbands of ours. Sneaking into our houses and taking advantage of us in our aroused states. We can't allow that to continue can we? I mean, I wouldn't mind continuing with Ray every now and again, but not like that. Running around behind each other's back... I can't, I won't do that again." "I agree. And I do want to have sex with your husband, but only with your permission, and preferably in your presence if that's ok. But at the same time, I don't think, even in their wildest dreams that they're imagining what you and I have been up to." "Should we tell them?" I asked. "About what?" she asked. "That we both know what happened? Tell them about us? I don't think I'm ready to admit to my husband that I may be bisexual. I'm still trying to sort that out with myself. There are still things that I think I want to try, things I want to do with you, to you, but I'm still not sure. Let's keep this to just us for now. Maybe some day, but for now, you and me, well I want to keep things just you and me." I kissed her. "I agree, I don't think I want to tell Bill about us yet either, and I have some exploring I want to do, but let's agree that we won't allow yesterday to be repeated. You and I can control what goes on with our husbands. We'll decide who is going to have sex with whom and when and where we're going to allow it to happen." I assured her. "But we can still have our Tuesday mornings right? I mean, Tuesday will be our day of discovery." Self Discovery Ch. 06 As the next few weeks went by, Traci and I enjoyed our Tuesdays. Each one seemed to open new doors in our individual sexualities. I studied her body, learning her erogenous zones, and how they shifted with her mood. She got progressively bolder with me, but at a much slower pace. I loved it when she would caress me and suck my nipples, and I yearned for the day she would finally go down on me, but she remained hesitant as she neared my pussy. Once she rubbed my clit until I came, and when I followed up by going down on her, she was wetter and hotter than I had ever seen. We talked about our fantasies, what we'd like to do with the boys, and what we'd do without them present. Saturday evenings always found the four of us together, the night invariably culminating in sex with each other's partner. We didn't play the game as much, often replacing it with watching adult movies. The boys always picked them out, and it seemed that whatever they watched, they wanted to try out with us. Not that I was complaining, some of those evenings were pretty hot. And afterwards, Bill always made me tell him, in excruciating detail, exactly what Ray and I had done. He'd suck my pussy as I described to him how it felt to suck off his friend and how I'd come when his buddy shoved his hard cock in me. He'd then describe how he'd gone down on Traci until she'd beg him to fuck her. He'd tell me how sweet her pussy was all the while unaware that I knew too well what a pleasure it was to go down on her. He wanted to watch as Ray and I did it, and the exhibitionist in me wanted to show him, I just didn't know how to make it happen. It seemed that once things got heated up, we'd always split off into separate bedrooms. On night, while Traci was out of the room, I found myself between Bill and Ray on the couch, watching a porno movie with a hard cock in each hand. They, in turn were playing with my tits and pussy. As she returned, Traci paused in the doorway and watched the scene play out in front of her. She caught my eye and signaled me to not let the boys know she was there. She played with her clit as she watched the boys finger me to orgasm. It was sheer ecstasy, jacking them off, having them caress my tits and pussy while she masturbated watching me. That Tuesday, she was much bolder, actually fingering me while she told me how hot she got watching. I returned the favor and while she was coming on my hand, I asked her if she wanted to watch more of the same. Her body shook as she came thinking about it. The following week, Traci announced that instead of watching a movie, we should play cards, specifically, strip poker with a twist. The loser of the hand had to remove an article of clothing, and once naked, had to do what the winner wanted. I gave her a quizzical look and she answered with a lustful smile. Ray and Bill, on the other hand, couldn't get the table cleared and cards out fast enough. Traci was the first one to lose all her clothing and Bill took her in the bedroom. We agreed that we'd start with 2 minutes and expand the timeframe as more of us stripped. The bedroom door was barely shut when Ray had his cock in my face. I hungrily sucked it in while I played with myself. Bill and Traci returned to the table, his erect cock glistening with her juices and she with that "freshly fucked" look to her. Ray was the next one to lose the last of his clothing and I sent him and Traci to the bedroom. Everyone looked at me oddly, but I said that I could make the rule. As soon as they were gone, I beckoned my husband over and took his cock in my hand. Looking up into his eyes, I said: "You fucked her, didn't you?" He just smiled and nodded as I took him in my mouth. I wanted to taste her. "What was she like?" I asked. "What did her pussy feel like around your cock?" He could only groan as I deep throated him. "Does it turn you on, watching me suck her juices off your cock?" He almost came, but I held him off. "Did you put it in her mouth?" He shook his head. "Did you lick her pussy?" He nodded. "What was it like? Did she come?" "Several times..." he mumbled. "She's very beautiful isn't she? Would you like to spend more than a few minutes with her? Would you like to spend an afternoon licking her pussy and fucking her?" He almost came as I said that, but again I made him stop. Ray and Traci emerged, looking much like Bill and Traci had after their turn. I was the last to lose my clothing, Traci's 3 Jacks beating my 2 pair. "I want to watch." She announced. "Watch what?" I asked. "I want to watch you and Ray do it. I want to see what you do when you're alone." I was flabbergasted, but at the same time incredibly turned on. "What am I supposed to do?" Bill asked. "Watch with me." She replied as she put one arm around his neck, grabbing his cock with her free hand. "Watch with me as your wife gets fucked by my husband. I know that you want to watch her, watch her as my husband's cock slides in and out of her pussy." Ray had an alarmed look on his face, and I noticed his cock softening. I wondered if maybe he was suffering from stage fright. Bill and Traci seemed to notice also, but didn't say anything. I stepped over and aggressively kissed him. I reached for his cock as I drove my tongue deep in his mouth. Continuing to massage his cock, I kissed his chest and took one of his nipples in my mouth. I licked my way further down his chest until I felt his cock on my breasts. I could feel the blood returning to it. "Yeah baby, let's do it. You know you want to don't you. You want to fuck me?" I pushed my tits together against his cock and began rocking up and down. "You like to have your fat cock in between my soft boobs don't you? You love to fuck my titties, don't you?" I grabbed his cock and began rubbing it against my nipples, occasionally taking it in my mouth. In no time, he was fully erect. "Maybe you want to fuck my mouth?" I asked, taking him deep within my throat. I looked over at Traci. She held Bill's cock, stroking it as she stared at us. "Is this what you want? Watching your husband's fat cock disappearing in my mouth, and between my tits? Do you like watching me jerk his cock?" "Mmmm... yes..." she replied. "What about you honey?" I asked my husband. "Do you like watching another man fuck my face? Should I make him spray all over my tits? You want to watch me come as I get fucked?" I don't know where that kind of talk came from, maybe from watching the porn movies, but the more I talked, the hotter I became. I reached to my pussy and pushed 2 fingers deep inside and started to come. Ray stuffed his cock back in my mouth and I slurped on it hungrily. "They look so hot." Traci said to Bill. "Don't you think she's hot. I bet she's wet. Do you think she's wet, do you think that sucking my husband's cock makes her hot? Go feel her pussy and tell me if she's wet. Tell me how hot she is." He just stared at her for a moment and then came to me. I grasped Ray's buttocks with both hands and took in his entire length. From behind me, I could feel Bill's hand on my pussy, his fingers running up and down my slit and then entering me. My moans were muffled by the cock in my mouth, but everyone knew I was coming. "She's wet, she's totally wet." He announced. He returned to Traci's side and kissed her and cupped her breast. She knelt and took him in her mouth but only briefly. "Now what?" he asked her. "What should they do now?" She stroked his cock. "Do you think she's wet enough to fuck? Should I have them fuck right here in front of us? Would you like that? Would you like to my husband put his cock in her pussy? Do you want to watch your wife getting fucked?" By the look on his face, I thought Bill was going to come right there, and the way she was talking had me on the verge of coming again. Slowly I pulled Ray's cock from my mouth. I stroked its length as I rubbed the head against my tongue. I looked my husband in the eye. "You want to watch him fuck me, don't you?" I pushed Ray on the floor and straddled him, rubbing my slit along his shaft. "Do you want to see his cock in my pussy?" I rose up running his cock head along my slit. I knelt above him with just the tip inside my pussy lips, gyrating, almost taking him inside me teasing them both. "Is this what you want to see?" Bill and Traci simultaneously said "Yes!" Very ungraciously I dropped down, grinding myself on his cock. I moaned as my body convulsed and I slowly rose back up again. Repeatedly I climbed and fell, each time exposing his entire length, only to make it disappear again. My tempo increased as my lust built. "She's so hot isn't she? Look at the way his cock goes in and out of her. Isn't she beautiful the way her boobs bounce as she fucks him?" They stepped over next to us. "You wanted to see this, didn't you? To see your wife coming as she rides my husband's dick?" Bill tried to put his cock in my mouth but she stopped him. "You can play with her boobs, but save that for me." She said, gesturing to his dick. He reached out, squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples, his cock and balls dangling in front of my face. I wanted to suck him, but knew she was calling the shots. I came and came, and somewhere in there, so did Ray. I collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside me. We lay there, kissing as our two sweaty bodies slid along each other and my orgasm finally passed. I rolled off and took him in my mouth, cleaning him and savoring the taste of my own pussy on his cock. "We need to take a break." Traci announced. "What about me?" asked Bill, standing there with the hardest erection I've ever seen him with. "I'm sure we'll take care of you soon, but for now, we need to catch our breath." I agreed and excused myself to go clean up. "I'll help you." She said. While we're getting Terri cleaned up, and ready for 'round two' why don't you boys fix us a snack and refresh everyone's drink?" She followed me into the bathroom. I locked the door. She fell into my arms and kissed me. We held our embrace, kissing and caressing each other. "That was incredible" she said. I agreed. "I want you. I want you now." I said reaching for her sex. "I need you. I need to make love to you... Right here... right now." "I want you too, but the boys are out there. I don't want them to know about us just yet, and besides, I want your husband one more time tonight." She pulled away. "Tuesday's not far off, and besides, you and I need more time than we have right now." "When you take Bill in the bedroom, leave a light on. And don't draw the curtains. I may decide to watch you too." We rejoined the guys. One look at the two of us naked, and Bill's cock went straight up. Ray's looked to be still recovering. "At least one of them seems glad to see us!" I joked to Traci. I stepped over to Ray and took his flaccid cock in my hand. "I wonder what we can do to get a rise out of this one?" I asked. "Come here and give me a hand" I said as I knelt before him. Traci knelt next to me. "I don't know" she said. "I've seen this condition before and he's usually done for the night" she joked. "Let's see" I said, taking him in my mouth. I sucked him in and out and then guided him to her. "Maybe if we work together, we might change his mood." She smiled wickedly at me and greedily sucked. I licked his balls and gently stroked him as she worked back and forth. She looked up at him and held his gaze, holding the tip in her teeth. I wrapped my lips around his shaft from the side. Bill and Ray both gasped. "You may be right, I think I feel him getting happier." She pushed him back over to me and I devoured him. Back and forth we went, each taking turns blowing him until he was hard as a rock. "That's much better. Now we can get back to the card game. Whose deal is it?" Traci announced, getting up and taking her seat at the table. I thought Ray was going to cry when we left him standing there. We played a few hands. Bill and Ray seemed to both want Traci and I to go down on them together, but I went on a winning streak and was determined to drive the boys a little nuts. We played with them, almost teasing them, and I could see the lust building in their eyes. After several hands like this, I finally sent Traci to the bedroom with Bill. She gave me a knowing smile as they disappeared behind the door. No sooner than we were alone, Ray was trying to stuff his dick in my mouth. I gave him a few playful licks and then stood. "I've got a better idea." I said. "Let's watch them. They got to watch us, and it was quite a turn-on for me, but now I want to see my husband fuck your wife." He smiled. "You want to watch don't you? Bill had told me that he's fantasized about watching me with another man. Do you share the same fantasy?" Ray could only nod. I kissed him and grasped his rock-hard cock. Stepping closer, I rubbed it against my pussy. "You want to watch her while you fuck me? Would that satisfy a fantasy or two for you?" I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I led him by his cock outside to the porch. The window to the master bedroom opened to the porch, and fortunately, it was on a side of the house that offered a good deal of privacy. I motioned him to be quiet as we stepped close to the window. As we talked about in the bathroom, Traci left the light on. She was lying back on the bed with Bill between her legs, sucking her pussy. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his head as she writhed. Bill reached up and massaged her boobs as he continued going down on her. I stroked Ray's cock with one hand while I diddled my clit with the other. I was getting so hot watching them. Part of me wanted to be on the receiving end of that treatment (my husband is SO TALENTED in that department) and another part of me wanted to be the one going down on her. Ray reached around me and took my breasts in his hands. He kissed my neck as he caressed my boobs. "Isn't she hot?" I asked him. "She is so beautiful." Ray reached down with one hand, replacing mine and began fingering my pussy. Bill came up for air and Traci sat up. She said something to him, gestured toward us and then got up and came to the window. She looked out for a moment (I was certain that she couldn't see us, being backlit) and then opened it an inch or so. I could hear her say "That's better, just a little bit of air." She stood there for a moment. She cupped her breast and lightly rubbed her pussy. She turned toward Bill. "Did that turn you on watching your wife?" She moved in front of him, kneeling and reaching for his cock. "Would you like to watch them more? Or maybe you'd like to do the same to me while they watched?" She kissed his cock. "Maybe you'd like to watch something else?" She took him deeply. "Tell me. Tell me what you'd like. Tell me of your fantasies." "I want to do it with the both of you." "And just how would you do it? With the two of us? You want to have us suck you like we did to Ray?" she asked as she hungrily took his cock in her mouth. "That was fun, but we'd need to do more, much more." She pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him. "She likes it on top doesn't she?" She slid his cock in her pussy and looked down at him. "Ooh, this is nice." She rocked back and forth. We watched as he slid in and out of her. "I need to try this position more often." She ground down on him and started to come. "What would you have your wife do if she was here with us? What would she do while you're fucking me?" "She could do like they do in the movies." He massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples. "She could play with you." "I don't know. We've come a long way, the four of us, but I don't know. What else could she do?" she teased. "I could lick her." He offered. "Like this?" she asked as she moved up his chest, pressing her wet pussy into his face. His response was muffled but her reaction to his tongue was one of pure lust. She pressed her breasts into her chest, looked straight at the window and came until she could no longer keep her balance and fell off him onto the bed. Bill wasted no time getting his cock back into her pussy as she lay there. She started to come again as he plunged in and out. I bent over, holding myself against the window sill as Ray entered me from behind. He fucked me in time with my husband fucking his wife. I'm not sure, but I think Traci and I came together. Bill let out a groan and erupted inside her, that pushing Ray over the edge as I felt him spasm within me. Bill and Traci lay there, their tangled bodies glistening with sweat and Ray and I went back inside. A few moments later they emerged from the bedroom. Bill looked at us. "Now I think we need a break." And we all agreed. Having just screwed our brains out, our conversation returned to something a little more normal. Ray and Bill got to talking about their upcoming elk hunt, where they were going to camp, where they thought the game might be... guy talk. I was thinking about having Traci to myself for two whole weeks when she gave me a smile. "Why don't you guys camp by that spring we went to? Aren't there elk around there?" The boys seemed a bit startled, but agreed that was probably as good as any a place to hunt, but asked her why she thought of that. "Maybe if you were camped there, you might get a couple of visitors for a day or two. Would that be alright? Would you mind if we came up for a visit? You could hunt all day and we'd be your camp cooks. And maybe we could perform some 'other duties' in the evenings after dinner." At first I wasn't sure what she was getting at, but it didn't take too long for my mind to start coming up with ideas as I remembered that first night. Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 01 Part I - The Buildup "Eek," I involuntarily screamed. No, it wasn't a mouse. It was my cheating husband Winthrop having sex in my bedroom with some bimbo. I burst into tears and fell to my knees. Apparently the slut had cleared out by the time that I raised my weepy eyes from my hands as that bastard Winthrop was trying to comfort me, because I no longer saw - or smelled - her. "I'm sorry, Pumpkin," the cheater mumbled, stroking my hair, "it was just..." "Spare me!" I shrieked. "You promised, never again - you have less integrity than you have respect for me," I moaned, my tears still flowing. ***** Yeah, this wasn't the first time that I caught him cheating on me - and who knows how many times he cheated when I didn't catch him. Why do I put up with it? Good question. I guess it all has to do with my lack of self-confidence, my poor self-image, and how I was raised. He makes me feel like I'm sexually inadequate, a blob of protoplasm rather than a sexual being, and that I need to do everything possible to court his favor, including putting up with his infidelity. ***** I'm a poor little rich girl. I have been over-protected my entire life. When you're constantly pampered and not allowed to learn from mistakes and are always sheltered from all the bad things in life, you either get to be a spoiled brat, or get to be someone with a poor self-image and lack of confidence who's always trying to please other people. I'm in the latter category. Winthrop was from the right type of family - namely a trust fund guy who never worked a day of manual labor in his life - so my family encouraged me to marry him. He is handsome and charming, but I don't think that I ever felt real love for him - certainly not at the stage of my life when I caught him cheating for the third time. I'm not sure that he ever loved me, either, I was just in the right social class and available. Actually, I think that the only person or thing that he loves - besides himself - is his 1931 Bugatti Type 41 Royale Kellner. According to the classic car magazines that he subscribes to there were only six ever produced, and only four are known to still be in existence. It is supposedly worth more than $9,000,000. Despite his trust fund he never could have afforded it, but he inherited it from his grandfather. Through outright fraud - carefully removing many pieces of original equipment and replacing them with cheap substitutes prior to an independent valuation of his "baby" - and by "creative" maneuvering by his tax attorney, Winthrop ended up paying only about $100,000 inheritance tax on it. He cheated the government out of at least $2,000,000. Winthrop maintains that his Bugatti is in the best condition of the remaining four in existence. The only insurance policy he was able to get on it, from Lloyds of London, specifies that it does not cover driving it on anything except a closed course. Winthrop doesn't consider himself bound by other people's rules or expectations, however, as his philandering attests to, so every Sunday he takes it for a drive on local roads. He does take precautions, however; he has either friends or servants drive a lead SUV and a trailing pick-up truck along with him to "protect" his baby. Being about tenth place in Winthrop's life - way behind a hunk of metal - was now constantly preying on my mind after my third horrific witnessing of his total lack of respect for me. So I did what I normally did when in despair. I called my friend Joyce and her husband David. ***** Joyce and David are both top notch lawyers, much smarter than I am. Both are driven, highly self-confident people. I often have aspired to be like them. Joyce and I were friends in college, before she gained the high level of self-confidence that she exhibits now. I helped her past a personal crisis when we were freshmen and a monetary one when she was a sophomore, first using my compassion and then my money. She has been my most devoted friend since then. She was my Maid of Honor when I married Winthrop seven years ago, and we are closer than most sisters. David was one of Winthrop's groomsmen - and the only one not from a filthy rich family. I had never met him before wedding plans were being made, but I instantly liked him. He's a truly genuine guy, which later made me wonder how he could ever have been friends with Winthrop. Joyce and David hit it off in the lead up to my wedding, and really clicked at the reception. They got married about six months later. Winthrop doesn't like Joyce. He initially found her distasteful because even though she was just school at the time she insisted that he and I sign a prenuptial agreement, and that we maintain our finances separately during marriage. He finally agreed to it when she pointed out that if he inherited the Bugatti from his old and infirm grandfather without a prenup I would have a claim to half of it. So, as a result, my finances and Winthrop's have always been separate, including filing separate tax returns (I would have refused to sign his fraudulent inheritance tax form if we didn't). While the mansion we lived in was mine, and I have paid essentially all of the household expenses; everything else has been separate. Now Winthrop's main problem with Joyce is that she doesn't take any grief from him and obtains great satisfaction from putting him in his place. Although David started out as Winthrop's buddy he is now much more my friend than he is Winthrop's. The main reason is because David doesn't like the way that Winthrop treats me. David is always kind and compassionate. Winthrop finds it hard to understand how David can be as sensitive as he is. David was the sole groomsman at my wedding that not only wasn't from a filthy rich family, but was not a "pretty boy;" not that he isn't good looking, mind you. He just has a face that is craggy and filled with character rather than symmetry. Plus, he is big and strong and has a truly outstanding body. When I host pool parties, or attend those hosted by mutual friends, I have to be very careful to wear wrap around mirrored sunglasses so that I don't get caught ogling David. He is the only man that I had fantasized about during my first seven years of marriage, not only because of his chiseled physique but because he has more integrity in one finger than Winthrop has in his entire body. I have told Joyce enough times how lucky she is to have David that she has figured out that I have a crush on him. The nice thing is that since Joyce is the opposite of me - she is completely secure and self-confident - it doesn't bother her in the least. In fact she keeps on telling me that I can find my own David if I dump the albatross around my neck - namely Winthrop. I haven't had the moxie, character, confidence, or whatever else it takes, to do that, however. So when I made yet another desperate call to Joyce and David they again agreed to meet me at the normal place that we commiserate, a little cottage that I owned on a nearby lake. ***** I almost got in several accidents driving the ten miles from my mansion to the cottage because I was so distraught. As usual I was wallowing in self-pity when David's car pulled up. I was surprised when only David came into the cottage, however. "Where's Joyce?" I inquired after giving him a too-long-to-be- appropriate hug. "We decided that it would be best if I came alone," he replied with a serious look. "There is something that we decided earlier this week that we need to tell you about, and Joyce felt that it was better if I broke the news alone. Also, I need to have a no-no-nonsense talk with you about your asshole husband, and we felt it better if Joyce wasn't around to temper it." I was flabbergasted, and anxious. "What's your news?" I stammered out. "Let's sit down," David said. He sat down on the only couch and I went to sit next to him, but he grabbed me and sat me on his lap. "Joyce and I have an opportunity to join a start-up law firm on the West Coast. We'll be able to work together and with people that we like and know well from law school, and we will have a real emphasis on pro bono work and helping people with legitimate causes rather than the undeserving corporations that we do now. We decided two days ago to jump at the opportunity. Monday we'll be giving our one month notice to the big old-fart law firms that we work for now, and will have moved by six weeks from today," he grimly informed me. "No, you can't," I sobbed, as I buried my head in his shoulder and cried. "You two are my rocks - I can't get by without you." "Yes you can, Candace," he repeated several times in soothing tones as he stroked my head. "Plus, before we leave, we're going to help you like we should have before. We have a parting gift for you." "I...I...don't understand," I hesitantly replied, stifling my tears. "We've been a sounding board for you in the past and have offered shoulders to cry on because we love you," David responded, staring into my eyes. "Instead of comforting you and sympathizing with you, however, what we should have been doing was helping you to remake yourself. Giving you the guts to do what you have to do - the fortitude to take control of your life, to get out from the shelter of your money and your over-protective family, and to dump that asshole husband of yours. You need to be tough, not the wimp that you are now." I was really taken aback. I started to cry again, and tried to stand up. David held me on his lap with his strong arms so that I couldn't move more than an inch, and let me cry for the next five minutes, as he occasionally gently shook me and said "Snap out of it and listen to me." I finally gained my composure. He held me tight as he once again stared into my eyes. "Joyce and I are enrolling you in a women's adventure and fitness boot camp located about twenty miles from here. You'll be starting next Monday, and you'll be required to stay overnight for three weeks. Either Joyce or I will visit you for the one hour every night that you can receive visitors. Winthrop will not be informed of your whereabouts, and the camp will have instructions not to admit him if he finds out." I had a blank stare on my face. David pinched my butt, smiled and asked "Are you listening." "Uh, well, yes...but..." I timidly replied before he cut me off. "I'm not done," he barked. "After that Joyce, you and I are going to sit down and plan a trip for you. A journey of self-discovery. You're going to be on your own, with no one who knows you. You're going to have to make all your own decisions, deal with crises on your own - and when you're done you'll be the self-confident, good self-image person that you should have been since High School." "But, David,..." I stammered; "I don't think that I can do that." "You'll have to in order to survive, because Joyce and I won't be around to hold your hand and buck you up anymore. You can do it, and you will, or we'll be out of your life forever," he sternly replied. I looked down and tears were about to fall again when he lifted my chin up. "When you get back from your journey of self-discovery - as a new, self-confident woman - you'll do what you should have done years ago. You'll shed your philandering husband and find someone to love you the way that you deserve to be loved." "I...don't...know...if I can do that," I whimpered. "The present day Candace can't," he snorted, "but the future Candace will do it just fine." I again dropped my head. He once more lifted up my chin. "Candace, if I weren't happily married and committed to Joyce I could fall for you in a second. You're beautiful, sexy, kind, charitable, compassionate, and wonderful in every way. You just have to stop trying to please everyone else and get some guts and stand up for yourself." Those words almost took my breath away. I then came very close to fainting when David emphasized what he had just said by pulling me to him and planting on my lips the most passionate kiss that I had ever received in my life while at the same time he massaged one of my boobs. When he finally let me breathe he again gazed into my eyes and said "Someone with your beautiful face, big tits, high character, and spectacular personality needs to be worshipped, not disrespected." Then he planted another lip lock on me as me manipulated my boob some more. I wouldn't have believed him except that his penis was trying to poke a hole in my butt it was so big and hard. I was woozy when he stood up while he still held me in his arms, and carried me to his car as he said "Now we're going to see Joyce at the camp, where she's enrolling you as we speak, and plan your future." I was so out of it that David had to seat belt me into his car's front passenger seat. David talked to me most of the way to the boot camp, but to be honest I couldn't really tell you what he said. My brain was completely muddled. It was like I was in a dream more than reality. I think that I did converse with David as we drove along, but I don't remember even one thing that we talked about. ***** When we got to the camp the first thing that I saw was Joyce's smiling face. She gave me a big hug, and I squeezed her tight. "Did David plant one on you and grab your boobs?" she whispered as we embraced. "He's wanted to do that for a long time and I told him to go for it." "Uh, well, uh...yes, uh, he did," I mumbled, still holding her tightly so she couldn't see the shocked look on my face since, if possible, I was now even more bewildered than before. Joyce pushed me away, laughed, and said "Let's go see your home for the next three weeks." David and Joyce each grabbed an arm and led me into the camp director's office. After my meeting at and inspection of the camp I was even more apprehensive than when David first brought the idea up. I didn't think that there was any way that I could stick it out, and sure didn't want another failure on my "life's resume." Joyce and David didn't give me much opportunity to get cold feet. They drove me back to my car, and then Joyce rode with me back to my mansion to gather some clothes both for camp and to spend the time until camp started with them. When we got to Joyce and David's house David presented me with a formal separation agreement, calling for Winthrop and me to split up for six months, starting immediately. They coerced me into signing it and David assured me that he would file it with the local Family Court on Monday when Joyce was taking me to boot camp. I was on autopilot the entire weekend. Winthrop called me several times. I talked to him, but when I did either David or Joyce held my hand, and with their help I gained the strength to refuse to return home "Until I come to grips with some things." Winthrop made his normal promises not to cheat on me again, but for the first time I was able to convince myself that it was just another one of his lies and wasn't duped into believing him. I barely slept Sunday night. I was really restless thinking about the next three weeks. I was like a zombie when Joyce drove me to the camp. I tried to back out but she was having none of it. She walked me into the director's office, I surrendered my cellphone to her, she gave me a big hug, and she assured me that David would be by to see me during the visiting hour at 8 p. m. that night. The first day of boot camp was hell. It was humiliating, dirty, sweaty, and just plain hard. Most of my fellow campers needed to lose weight, and like me all of them had self-image problems and needed to get in better shape. Before the first day of camp I thought that I was in pretty decent physical condition, but I was in what the camp drill sergeant, Joan, derisively called "treadmill" shape, not "real life" condition. When David visited me the first night I was exhausted. I barely understood him as he explained how he had filed the separation agreement, had it served on Winthrop, and stonewalled Winthrop about my whereabouts when he frantically called David when he couldn't get ahold of me. David gave me a kiss on the forehead and squeezed my hand when he left, and promised that Joyce would be by to see me the next night. I was so tired and distracted that I forgot to ask David how his and Joyce's notices were received by the partners at their old-fart law firms. Every day I was on the verge of throwing in the towel. The only things that kept me going were that I didn't want to disappoint Joyce and David, and I was fortified by their nightly pep talks. Then a monkey wrench got thrown into my coping machine. The campers had to go on a six day adventure into the wilderness so that I could not have my daily warm encouragement from Joyce or David. The wilderness trip was beyond horrible. Every part of my body ached, I developed cuts and bruises on every appendage, and I vomited every day. By the time that I returned from my little backwoods sojourn I had made up my mind to quit, even though there were only eight days left. However, I didn't get my packing completed by the time that Joyce came for her visit. "I've got to quit, Joyce," I sobbed. "I just can't take it anymore. I'm weak and worthless." "Bullshit," she barked, while at the same time she gently squeezed my hands. "I can tell that you're both physically and mentally stronger than when you started - I mean you actually have muscle definition now. Look," she said while pointing at my bicep. There was muscle there - I hadn't noticed. It wasn't enough to change my mind. I went back and forth with Joyce until finally she said "Your ability to stick with your decision to quit actually makes the best case possible for you to continue," she said, leaning back in her chair. "When have you ever been that forceful in standing up for yourself?" she asked. I thought for a second. She was right. It wasn't enough to convince me to go through another eight days of hell, however. "You may be right," I said while crossing my arms, "but I'm leaving." "Is there anything that would make you stay?" she asked, crossing her own arms. I just raised my eyebrows and nonchalantly responded "I don't know what!" After a long pause a diabolical grin appeared on her face. "How about a night with David?" "What?" I blurted out. She laughed. I sneered :"That's not funny." "We both know that you have a crush on him," she snickered, "and if I asked him to he'd fuck you in a heartbeat." "What?" was my intelligent response. "Got your attention, don't I?" she giggled. "Stop teasing me," I screamed, stomping my foot, and causing the other campers and their visitors to stare at me. "You're being mean," I mumbled under my breath after the others looked away. "I'm neither teasing nor being mean," she said with a straight face. "If you not only make it through the next eight days, but if the camp director gives you a bronze star, I'll ask David to spend the night with you." A "bronze star" was an award given by the camp to those campers that the director felt fulfilled at least 90% of their self-improvement goals. I just sat and stared at Joyce, not knowing what to say. Virtually every night during camp I had gone to sleep with the recollection of how David's kisses and hands had titillated me foremost in my mind. After a long pause where we just stared at each other with our arms folded Joyce finally spoke. "You do what you want, and I'll support you; but I'm begging you not to quit and I'm dead serious about my offer. If you get a bronze star I'll reserve the hotel room for you and David myself and I'll tell him that I want him to satisfy you the way he thoroughly satisfies me." With that she stood up, gave me a big hug, and left without another word. My mind started playing ping pong. Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 01 "Of course there is no way that I can do that. Even with Joyce's permission there is no way that I can take the chance of jeopardizing their relationship," said Ping. "Fantasizing about David is one thing; having real world sex with him would be phenomenal. He had knocked my socks off with his kiss and groping," Pong retorted. "But I am married even if Winthrop is cheating ass," Ping replied. "Although - I am legally separated with fidelity suspended - not that it ever wasn't suspended in Winthrop's mind. It really would be nice," Pong shot back. "It might have a long term adverse effect on me if I longed for a repeat," Ping retaliated. "He is just so, so awesome though, I'd be a fool to pass it up," Pong countered. I went to bed still playing mental table tennis. All that I resolved was that I'd stick with the camp one more day and see how I felt at the end of it. ***** It was David's turn to come to see me that night. For the first time in my life I was really apprehensive about seeing David - normally I looked forward to it. I didn't know what to say; I didn't know whether Joyce had told him what she had promised me; I didn't know how to react if he brought the subject up. Five minutes into our conversation, David had put me at ease. I was relieved. We chatted about all sorts of things. Even though his words didn't, his demeanor said "I know that you're going to succeed Candace." When visiting hour was up, David stood, smiled, and as he hugged me whispered into my ear "Get that goddamn bronze star, bitch. I want to fuck your brains out." Then he broke our embrace, turned and left, without another word or even a glance back. David had never spoken to me like that - ever - not even in jest. I got the feeling that he wasn't joking now. My underpants got soaking wet, and not from sweat! Flashing through my mind was "Could someone as breathtaking as David actually desire me? Am I not just the blob of protoplasm that Winthrop makes me feel like, but a decidedly sexy woman?" I thought that my mind was in turmoil before, but it wasn't even close to what I felt now. By the next morning things were somewhat clear to me. There was no way that I was quitting now, and I was going to give maximum effort to get that bronze star, even if I died trying. Joyce never even asked me whether or not I was continuing when she saw me the next night. She informed me that because both she and David had so many things to finish up that they couldn't visit again, but that they would both be there on Sunday morning when we had our "mustering out" ceremony. I put everything that I had into all the camp activities for the next seven days! The last full day of boot camp was Saturday. It was clear that drill sergeant Joan was intent on making it the toughest day ever. It culminated at what should have been dinner time when she barked "Now the ultimate demonstration of toughness. I want two volunteers to duke it out." There were no takers until she said "A bronze star to the victor." I couldn't believe it myself but I stepped forward. Seeing that, the biggest camper, Kathy S. (we never used last names in camp), stepped up too. She had to be six feet tall, and even though she had lost at least thirty pounds over the last three weeks, she still had to weigh over 170. She had me by six inches and at least fifty pounds. I had never been in a physical fight before in my life, but somehow managed the courage to attack her like a woman possessed. I actually knocked her over twice before she got me in a choke hold. I refused to submit, but fortunately "Sergeant Joan" stopped the skirmish before I passed out. Both Kathy and Joan looked at me with obvious admiration in their eyes. Despite my angst about the "mustering out" ceremony, I was so exhausted that I slept soundly Saturday night. I slept so deeply that I had to be shaken awake by the other campers. I didn't even have a chance to shower, and was feeling grubby and anything but sexy when the ceremony started. Since I was sure that I wasn't getting a bronze star I wasn't going to be having an encounter with David anyway, so I thought that it was no big deal that I was significantly less than "fresh." The camp director said all sorts of nice things about the campers, the weight loss for those who needed it, the increase in strength and confidence for all of us, etc. Then I got a shock when they awarded two bronze stars, to - as expected - "Kathy S," and then "Candace P." Joyce and David, in the front row of the audience, both had big grins as they slowly clapped. I wanted to take a shower before I left, but Joyce and David were immediately on me. David carried what stuff I had to their car while Joyce kept me occupied. Before I knew it all three of us were in the car and we were driving away at a high rate of speed. David drove while I rode in back and Joyce twisted her body from the front passenger's seat to look me in the eye as we chatted. They both had many complimentary things to say about me despite the fact that I had no makeup on, my hair was all over the place, and I was dirty. "Why did you turn this way?" I inquired when we banked left at an intersection near Joyce and David's house when we should have turned right to get there. ***** "We're not going to our house, bronze star winner," Joyce giggled. "We're going to the Four Seasons." "What?" I exclaimed. "Why are we going there?" "For your night with David, silly," Joyce grinned. In the rear view mirror I saw a big grin on David's face too. "But it's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm dirty, and I don't have any clothes, and I have no makeup on, and I'm ugly..." I gushed. "Well I have some things I have to do at the office Monday morning so I need to leave about 7 a. m. tomorrow; and since Joyce isn't ever going to allow this again; I won't be cheated out of a full experience with you," David said with an even bigger grin as he made eye contact with me in the rear view mirror. I started to protest some more but they weren't listening to me, just talking to each other, as we pulled into the Four Seasons lot. David got one of my suitcases, which Joyce had obviously packed, and his suit bag out of the trunk while Joyce held my hand and escorted me into the lobby. Things were pretty much a blur after that. I know that they checked David and I in, Joyce accompanied us to a beautifully decorated 15th floor room with a king-sized bed, sitting area with padded chairs and a couch, and a glistening enormous bathroom with a marble tub and separate steam shower. Joyce and David were primarily chatting with each other as David hung up his suit for Monday and unpacked a few more clothes, and Joyce unpacked my suitcase. Joyce gave me a quick hug goodbye, and David a passionate kiss. Her last words, as she closed the door, were "Have fun, and I expect a complete report." David wasted no time. The door had no sooner clicked closed when he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants, and then pulled down his boxers. His penis looked like a steel rod - a big, beautiful, steel rod - and seemed to be staring me in the eye. I was mesmerized as he approached me but was able to mumble "I need to shower, I'm so..." but that is as far as I got. "We'll fuck first, shower later," he growled as he came on me like a lion on a gazelle. He ripped off my clothes with his powerful hands and tossed them aside. Then he passionately kissed me as he massaged both tits. I instinctively reached for, and massaged, his testicles. Soon his lips went from mine to one of my boobs, and one hand dropped from my boob to my vagina. I hadn't shaved my crotch, legs, or armpits for three weeks, and was sure that he'd be "turned off;" but if how he reacted was him "turned off" I wouldn't have been able to survive him "turned on!" His right hand fingered my vagina with alacrity, he nosily moved his lips around a nipple, and his left hand caressed my buttocks. I was so wet that I was dripping like a leaky faucet. He pinned me against the wall while intensifying his actions, and soon I had a first, truly mammoth, knee-buckling, orgasm. David held me up as my orgasm wracked my body, otherwise I would have collapsed. Once I finally came down from it he lifted me up, carried me behind a low-back padded chair, and bent me over it. He rubbed his impossibly hard cock over my vagina. Then he startled me by bringing one of his fingers, still lubricated from penetrating my vagina, into contact with, and ultimately penetrating, my "little brown eye." I didn't know whether to protest, go with it, or something in between. I started to instinctively wiggle my butt, which caused him to go wild. He shoved his penis into my vagina and buried himself completely in one stroke. I squealed in pleasure. David was like the Energizer Bunny as he vigorously stroked his penis in and out of me while simultaneously wiggling a finger in my butt orifice. I thought for sure that I would pass out from the sensory overload I was experiencing, but I fought hard to stay alert so as to savor every second of the masterful gluttony of thrills he was subjecting me to. I was successful until my second orgasm welled up inside me and he spewed his ejaculate into me. I don't know how long it was that I lost cognizance. When I did regain my senses, David had his chest on my back, and was groaning, and I had the warmest glow that I had ever experienced in my life up to that point. Eventually we separated, David turned me to face him, smiled broadly, and exclaimed "You are one awesome fuck, Candace!" I think you can tell from my previous choice of language that I myself, up to that point, almost never swore, or used crude language, and I rarely appreciated it when others did. Somehow, however, David's statement did nothing except help to turn me on even more - not that I needed any help in that regard. After we exchanged light kisses and cooing sounds or words for a few minutes I became starkly aware of my gross condition. The stubble under my arms, on my legs, and on my crotch, itched. "Oh, David, please let me shower and shave. I can't stand myself, and I don't know how you can," I pleaded. "I'm not sure that there is any condition that you could be in that wouldn't turn me on," he laughed, "but I promised you a shower. We'll shower together, and then I'll shave you." "No man has ever offered to do that before," I replied in a shocked tone. "You haven't met the right man, then," he guffawed. Our shower together was delicious. He made sure that every part of me was properly and thoroughly cleaned, and I returned the favor. When we were done showering he ran some warm water for me in the oversized bathtub, placed shaving cream and two razors on the side of the tub, got in with me, and proceeded to leisurely, carefully, and tenderly shave virtually all the hair off my body. When the water got cool he would drain it and run some more warm water. Of course the time he spent on my pussy (I decided, right in the tub, that an "expanded" vocabulary would indicate a complete break with my previous low self-esteem self) caused me to shiver and charges of electricity to go up my spine. He took his job seriously, though, and waited until I was motionless before resuming his activities so as not to nick me. When David finished I felt like a new woman, especially when we took another shower together and then he gently led me to the bed. As animalistic as our first sexual encounter had been our next one was tender - or at least started out that way. He caressed my entire body, and then dove into my pussy. He gently licked, gummed, tongued, and fingered it. I begged him to swing his cock over my face so that I could suck it, but he wouldn't do it until I had my first climax. I shook violently, but he kept a hand on my stomach, a hand on my thigh, and his tongue on my clitoris the entire time, so I didn't flip off the bed. After I finally came down from my first climax he swung his crotch over my face and I enthusiastically sucked his cock while I played with his balls. I had to stop when my second orgasm hit, for fear that I'd bite him, since the second one rattled me even more than the first one did. When I managed to descend back to what was my new normal - incredibly turned on and soaking wet - we kissed for a few minutes. Then I took charge, something I almost never had done before in my life. I turned David on his back, held his stiff flagpole upright, and slowly moved my cunt down over it. I smiled at him, at least until my face was contorted with pleasure as my pussy engulfed his cock, and he smiled back at me while massaging my boobs, including lightly pinching my engorged nipples. I started riding him slowly. He occasionally would give a sharp buck upward, sending pleasure impulses throughout my entire nervous system, or temporarily pull a tit into his mouth. We were having a very calm, pleasurable fuck until I started to feel the precursor of another orgasm. I then went wild. I thrashed about, up, down, moved my hips in a forward then backward circle, and squeezed my pussy muscles as best I could. Every time he yelled out "Oh fuck, yeah," or other words of pleasure or encouragement, I moved with even more passion. Finally we each let out a primordial scream as the most intense orgasm of my life overtook me and he filled my pussy with potent spurts of warm fluid. For the second time in my life - also the second time within three hours - I passed out during sex. I awoke with David's cock still twitching in my pussy while he alternately stroked the sides of my tits and my head. Heaven on earth! About seven o'clock we finally realized that we were starving. We ordered room service since we were in no mood or condition to go out. David actually had to put his pants on to answer the door while I hid my naked body under the covers. It was the only time either of us had any clothing on since three minutes after Joyce had closed the door behind her. During dinner we chatted and fed each other various food items. I spread the chocolate mousse dessert on my tits and David gleefully licked it off. I poured some honey for my tea on his cock and did my own imitation of a vacuum cleaner, the best tasting honey I've ever experienced. We needed another joint shower after dinner, and then proceeded to exchange massages while we bantered back and forth. Even though he had reamed out my asshole during our first encounter of the day he flinched when I ran a finger around his ass ring, and when I wouldn't stop he playfully went after me. Despite my feeble protests he pinned me down on my stomach and licked my asshole, which caused me to really squirm. He finger fucked me again to calm me down after I had another climax. Before we fell asleep he ate me to another orgasm, and then fucked my tits - something he couldn't comfortably do with Joyce since she wasn't as chesty as I was. I was shocked when I had a mild orgasm as he started cumming on my chin and tits - I didn't realize that I could have an orgasm from tit play alone. After David rubbed his cum into the skin on the front of my body we snuggled and fell asleep. It probably was the most satisfying sleep of my life. I was "rudely" awakened about 5:30 a.m. by David licking my clit while pinching my labia, and groaned as I lay on my back and he shoved his monster cock into my poor little pussy for the third time in the last fifteen hours. My synapses were once again fried when he deposited another full load in my impatient cunt, and once he withdrew and held me in his arms I promptly fell back to sleep. The last conscious thought I had was "I had more orgasms tonight than I did the last six months combined; and the quality of each was over-the-top phenomenal!" ***** "Get up sex goddess," were the next words that I heard. I looked up and there was a smiling, fully clothed, Joyce gently shaking me awake. "What time is it?" I moaned as I noticed a bright ray of sunlight penetrating an unshaded window next to the bed. "Almost checkout time - 11:15 in the morning," Joyce giggled. As I dragged myself out of bed, at first unaware of, and then unconcerned about, my nakedness, Joyce giggled some more. "My God, I've never seen so much caked cum on a pair of thighs in my life. David said you really inspired him." "You talked to David?" I grumbled, only half surprised. "Of course. One of the conditions for giving him permission was a full report." "What did he say?" I asked, suddenly interested, but certain that I was turning red at the same time. "Let's see; some of the things were 'fantastic piece of ass,' 'remarkable, fuckable tits,' 'sweet tasting pussy nectar,' 'a consummate wild woman,' - I know that I'm leaving something out, but you get the picture," she snickered. Suddenly I realized something - I no longer considered myself a sexless blob. I felt like an erotic, sensual sexpot! I was enjoying that thought when Joyce chuckled "Back to the real world, space cadet. I don't know where your mind was, but it certainly wasn't in the here and now." "Oh, sorry," I blurted out. "So, did you enjoy it?" she rhetorically asked. I tried to respond, but started getting choked up. "What's the matter?" she asked with a quizzical look on her face. I burst into tears and unashamedly pressed my naked body into her fully clothed one. When I regained my composure I held her hands and said "You are the absolute best friend in the world. I love you so, so much - you have no idea. What you did for me in making me go to that camp to get toughness and self - confidence; and then, last night. Oh, my God! Last night made me realize that I am a desirable woman, and that I don't have to put up with Winthrop's shit; not to mention that I never, ever, have been fucked anywhere close to that well in my entire life!" A startled Joyce said "Shit? Fucked? When did you start using that language?" she laughed. "About the third time that your husband shoved his beautiful cock up my cunt," I replied, not even believing myself that I had said it. Joyce got an even bigger smile, but that morphed into a pensive look. "I hope that you're not looking for a repeat..." she started to say when I cut her off, something I'm normally too polite to do. "No, no, no, my darling Joyce. I know that what you gave me last night was a special gift to snap me out of my malaise. I'm eternally grateful but not - I repeat not - greedy. Once was enough for a lifetime of good memories, and gratitude, for me," I sternly vocalized with tears once again forming in my eyes. Anxious to change the subject of the conversation, I quickly did. "So why aren't you at work - why are you here?" "The short version - when David and I gave our notices at our respective law firms their reactions were quite different. The only thing similar was that they both tried to talk us out of it. When mine failed they immediately expelled me from the premises. When David's failed they begged him to finish a few projects." "Oh, I'm sorry for you," I empathized Joyce laughed. "Be sorry for David, not me. He feels obligated to work; I get a paid vacation." "How so?" I inquired. "The day after they bounced me I sent the managing partner of my ex-firm a notice that their expulsion of me was specifically contrary to my employment contract and that I would be suing them for actual damages, emotional distress, and punitive damages. After again unsuccessfully getting me to return and agreeing to abide by the employment contract I told them that it was too late and that I'd see them in Court. They immediately offered me a six month's pay severance, and promise to continue me, without any cost to me, in their health coverage for another two years." Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 01 "Did you accept?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Of course - I know a good settlement when I see it," she chortled. ***** I showered the cum off of me, put on the clothes Joyce had packed for me, and even put on some light makeup. Then Joyce and I went to lunch. The awesome sex had made me ravenous. I ate like a truck driver! I helped Joyce with some of her packing that afternoon. David returned from work about 6:30, looking totally bedraggled. "Well look what the cat dragged in," Joyce giggled when she saw him. "That's what you get for fucking a wild woman all night!" He got a weak smile, then looking back and forth between us said, "You made me do it. You know how painful and disgusting it was going to be for me. Oh, the sacrifices I make for love," then he kissed Joyce on the lips and pinched her butt. The pre-boot camp and pre-fuck-fest Candace would have been hurt by David's comments, fearing that they might be true. The present day Candace laughed as hard as Joyce and David did and punched David in the arm when he playfully grabbed my ass. "I have a surprise for you," David chuckled as he looked at me while he reached into his briefcase. "Here is an expulsion order, to get Winthrop out of your house during the duration of your separation. You don't want him there while you're on your journey of self-discovery, especially since despite your two full time household staff he hasn't kept it up properly in the twenty five days that you've been gone." Although David and I had not specifically discussed either the expulsion order, or whether Winthrop would be a good caretaker during my upcoming trek, I trusted David's judgment. I looked the paper over, signed and dated it, got a diabolical grin on my face and said "Looks good. Thankfully you're a better attorney than lover." David immediately grabbed me and turned me upside down. "Say I'm an even better lover than attorney, bitch - say it," he chortled as he bounced me up and down as I screamed in mirth. "Make him stop, Joyce," I implored between laughs. "You're on your own, Candace. He has a fragile ego, so you better comply," she giggled. "OK, OK," I yelled. "You're an even better lover than attorney." "That's better," he said as he turned me right-side up. I'm sure that my face was red, and - damn it - my crotch was once again soaking wet. I made dinner for the three of us, one of the few household activities I'm good at. Afterward we talked briefly about the possibilities for my trek and decided that the next day - with Joyce's help, in between her packing and making arrangements for the move - I'd start extensive research. We would meet for dinner every night until we worked out a suitable plan. David drove me home that night since my car was at my house. He and Joyce wanted me to stay over, but I told him that I had to face Winthrop - with a copy of the expulsion order - and get things in order in my mansion. Just before I exited the car I turned to David, tenderly put a hand on the side of his face and said "Thank you for the most exciting, sexually fulfilling, phenomenal night of my life. I am so jealous of Joyce. She is so lucky to have you - and, by the way, you her." "I know," he beamed. We exchanged a chaste kiss on the lips, and I exited. - Part II; More Preparations, Then The Trek- Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 02 Summary of Part 1: In part 1, after Candace caught her husband Winthrop cheating for the third time her best friends, married attorneys Joyce and David, talked her into going to a women's boot camp. Between the camp and Candace's night of the best sex of her life with David she finally had the self-confidence to realize that there is no justification for her to take a back seat in Winthrop's life to his 1931 Bugatti Type 41 Royale Kellner, his only true love. David has filed a formal agreement for Candace separating from Winthrop and now Candace is returning to her mansion for the first time in twenty five days with a Court Order expelling Winthrop from her house. Candace intends to spend the next two weeks planning a trek of self-discovery while Joyce and David prepare to move to the West Coast to join a startup law firm doing good works. ************* When I returned home Winthrop must have heard the maid greet me because rushed to see me. He tried to give me a hug. I pushed him away. With a hurt look he said "Pumpkin, we've got to talk about this nonsense of a separation. You know that I love only you." "You've got a weird way of showing it," I snickered. I could tell that he was shocked by my retort - he wasn't used to seeing me self-confident. He immediately tried to recover with, "Wow, do you look good. Where have you been and what have you been doing to look that good?" "Wow, yourself. That is about the only true thing you have told me in the last six years, but I do look good, don't I. As for why, it's because I've been to boot camp and afterward fucked up a storm, the best fucks of my life." If he was shocked before, he was now officially gobsmacked. As he was studying me to see if I was telling the truth while simultaneously wondering when I started using the word "fuck" and stuttering to try and find some response I thought "No time like the present." "Winthrop, let's go sit in the den and have a chat," I said with a smile. He followed me in like a lamb. As soon as he was seated I handed him a copy of the Expulsion Order, kicking him out of my house. "This is a Court Order requiring you to vacate the premises within forty eight hours. Don't give me any shit about it or I'll call the cops and that won't look too good to your high-society friends," I barked. Wide-eyed Winthrop looked over the document for a minute or so and then with a mixture of sadness and anger asked "Why are you doing this?" "You're supposed to be a smart guy, you figure it out," I replied with a sneer. After a pregnant pause he adopted a more-or-less chagrined, submissive, attitude and said, "I promise you, on my life, I'll never have another affair. I don't know why I did it in the past because you're my everything - but I know I can stop because you're the only one I love." "OK," I snarled, "then sell your Bugatti." I got up and walked out of the den, and to go to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms as he called after me "Be reasonable Pumpkin..." ***************** You would think, based upon my "discussion" with Winthrop the first day that I got back from boot camp, that I was now the self-confident, high self-image person that I wanted to be, and that I didn't really need a trek of self-discovery. Unfortunately that was not the case. Over the next forty eight hours Winthrop begged, pleaded, cajoled, and used every other trick in his arsenal to get me to relent. I did. Well, I didn't relent completely. I did not pull either the separation agreement or the expulsion order, but I did have David put a hold on the expulsion order. At first David refused to do it saying he could not in good conscience do anything to enable my "relapse," and Joyce backed him up completely. However, he did come up with a solution whereby he could do it without feeling like he was an enabler. David would put the expulsion order on hold if Winthrop would agree to sign a document forfeiting his right to oppose a divorce, and re-adopting the pre-nuptial agreement, if he was found having sex with anyone else during the term of the separation. Winthrop quickly signed the document. At that time I allowed myself to believe that maybe he was turning a corner and would be a decent guy. I found out later that it likely was because he had run through most of his money in his trust fund and needed me to support him, especially if he had any hope of keeping his precious Bugatti. With Joyce and David's help I investigated all sorts of places throughout the world for my trek. The main criteria were accessibility in case of an emergency, safety, spirituality (not religion, but spirituality in general), difficulty (it needed to be challenging but not impossible), likely sociability of the natives or other trekkers, and adaptability. We came to a unanimous decision, the roughly 800 kilometer trail Camino de Santiago in Spain. Once we came to that mutual decision I had lots to do. One thing was to brush up on my Spanish. I had taken Spanish two years each in High School and college, but I never used it that much. Therefore I enrolled in a Berlitz Language Center intense course that taught Spanish culture in the Spanish language. It was eight hours a day for two weeks. I was able to meet Joyce for lunch every day, however, and went over to Joyce and David's house for dinner most nights since I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my two best friends before they moved to the West Coast. When Winthrop and I were together he tried his best to kiss up to me, although I did notice that he did not try to talk me out of my trip - just out of expelling him during it. I even had sex with him once after he gave me a massage (almost a first in our seven years of marriage) after a particularly stressful day. Our sexual encounter was actually our best in several years. I was horny - I'm ashamed because when my mind was not otherwise fully occupied I thought back to my night of over-the-top pleasure with David - and he fingered me nicely and then even ate me, something that he rarely did. I reciprocated by mounting him and doing my best imitation of my cowgirl fuck of David, actually bringing tears to Winthrop's eyes he was so gratified. The next morning he fucked me missionary, much nicer than our average fuck, and he seemed thrilled by that one too. That's what made ensuing events even more bizarre. Three days before Joyce and David were to move, and I was to start my trek - I timed them to coincide to try to make my separation from my best friends easier - Joyce and I were walking to lunch when we came across my maid, Sonja, leaving a grocery store. "Hi, Sonja," I said in surprise since this wasn't her day off. "Did you need to pick up some things for the house?" "Hi, Mrs. Pingree," she nonchalantly replied, "no I'm going home because Mr. Pingree told me to take the day off. He said that you knew about it." "Sonja, you know to call me Candace in front of Joyce," I first chortled. I insisted that she call me by my first name when alone or with my closest friends, and I also wanted to set her at ease for the third degree I was about to give her. "Exactly what did Winthrop say when he told you to take the day off?" "Well, Candace, he said that he had an important meeting early afternoon and that he needed to be sure that he was not disturbed. He gave Jose the day off too," she replied, now a little worried that she might not be doing the right thing. Jose is the gardener. I casually questioned her some more as Joyce and I exchanged knowing looks, then assured Sonja that she wasn't doing anything wrong and told her to enjoy her day off. As soon as Sonja was out of earshot Joyce moaned, "I guess I'm not getting anything done this afternoon and you're not going back to class. David's law firm has a P I organization on retainer and I'll get him to have some of their operatives meet us at our house immediately." "I'll call Berlitz and tell them I won't be there for the afternoon session," I replied, choking up a little. Two investigators, Jim and Pam, from the P I office - and David - were at Joyce and David's house within forty five minutes, video and still cameras at the ready. Pam had a concealed carry permit and was armed. After talking strategy for fifteen minutes we thought it best if Joyce and David did not accompany Pam, Jim and I as we left for my mansion. We entered my house through the covered walkway from the pool cabana so that it would have been impossible for anyone in the house to see us. Winthrop had actually set the alarm, apparently believing that even if I entered my code to disable it, it would give one distinctive "beep" that would alert him. What he didn't know was that another code entered first disabled the "beep." The three of us snuck up the stairs to the master bedroom. Winthrop had been sleeping there - alone, except for our one night and morning of sex - and the distinctive sounds of his cheating were coming from there. Jim filmed Winthrop, and the same bimbo that I had seen him with the last time that I caught him cheating a month ago, as they were slowly grinding, completely preoccupied with each other. So preoccupied that Jim filmed them, and Pam took still photos, for a good ninety seconds before they realized we were there. This time, unlike the past, I didn't collapse into tears. As the cheaters were trying to cover up I calmly said "Bimbo - get the fuck out of here right now. You're trespassing. If you're not out of my house in thirty seconds we'll detain you and have you arrested." The bimbo glanced furtively at Winthrop, he nodded, and she started getting up, holding a sheet in front of her. "Leave my sheet on the bed, bimbo," I yelled. Naked she gathered up her clothes, all the time being filmed, and left without a word. Bizarrely I stayed completely under control. I even said to myself "Well at least he has good taste in bimbos," as she left because I had to admit that she was an awesome looking chick. The main reason that I could remain in control, however, was because on the way to my house the most diabolical idea I had ever had jumped into my mind." As Winthrop was blabbing something with the cameras still rolling I barked "Save it. When I leave for my trip you're out of here for good. Just be thankful that I'm a nice person and won't kick you out until then, but if you take any of my stuff, or harm my house in any way, I'll see that you're arrested - Got it?" "Yes, pumpkin," was his meek reply. No, I did not lose my mind, and did not completely revert to my old self. I needed him to be off guard on Sunday and follow his regular routine. I couldn't concentrate enough to return to my Berlitz Spanish class, so I went over to Joyce's house. I didn't tell her about all of my plans, just when I would be expelling Winthrop and when I wanted to start divorce proceedings. We called David and he set me up with the biggest bitch divorce attorney in the State and I retained her over the phone. Just before dinner that night I got a call on my cell from Simon, my financial guru. He's both a stockbroker and CPA that looks after my extensive holdings and makes sure that all of my money is being properly handled and disbursed. He is one of the most honest people I have ever met in my life, I compensate him well, and he insists on an end-of-the-year independent audit by rotating accounting firms, none of which have ever found a missing penny. "Candace, Simon here. I have a strange pair of checks that I need to ask you about," he said as soon as I answered the phone. Simon never engages in small talk, he's all business. "OK, what?" I asked, intrigued, since he rarely called me about checks. "Have you started paying some expenses for Winthrop's Bugatti?" "Hell no!" I responded. "Why do you ask that?" "There's a check for over $5,000 to a classic car detailing shop that looks to be signed by you." "Email it to my phone," I said. "You said 'checks;' is there another one." "There is a check made out to someone named Brittany Compton, also for over $5,000. Who is she?" "I can only suspect," I moaned. "Email that to me too." Joyce and I printed out the emailed canceled checks on her home computer printer. "Now it's fraud too," I moaned since the checks were clearly forged. "Winthrop must really be desperate," Joyce grimaced. ************** Sunday, two days before I left on my trek and Joyce and David moved, either Winthrop was in denial about what was going to happen to him, or he needed to keep up his routine to maintain his sanity, because he went for his normal Sunday drive in his Bugatti. Jose followed him in the pickup truck that I owned and let Jose use for both personal use and all gardening activities, and one of Winthrop's friends led him in the friend's SUV. While I was giving a videotaped statement to the local police about the fraudulent checks a strange thing happened. A sketchy looking guy in an unregistered, definitely not vintage, 1954 Cadillac Coup de Ville, curb weight 2000 kg/4400 lbs., rammed Winthrop's Bugatti's passenger door when the Caddy went through a stop sign. "Fortuitously" a police officer arrived within thirty seconds and took an accident report despite Winthrop's pleas for him not to. The driver of the Caddy was an illegal immigrant scheduled for deportation by Immigration and was immediately taken into custody by the police officer, who called Immigration on his radio as soon as he had the guy in cuffs. Poor Winthrop. Since his Lloyds of London insurance policy didn't cover anything that happened on roads to his 1931 Bugatti Type 41 Royale Kellner the extensive damage not only would not be covered, but even if Winthrop's baby was repaired, after hundreds of thousands of dollars of restoration costs, it would never have its original status of mint classic. WOW - one would almost think that someone had a vendetta against Winthrop and intentionally surreptitiously hired an illegal alien and paid his family in El Salvador $50,000 and got a junked 1954 Cadillac operational just for that purpose. But who could want revenge on Winthrop that badly? Good question (ha,ha). When Winthrop returned to my house with his towed vehicle his day got even worse. Two police officers arrested him for check fraud, he was officially re-served with the Expulsion Order, and all of his possessions were in transit to a storage facility that I had prepaid three months of rent on. He had a very sad look on his face when he heard me tell the tow truck driver "Get that piece of junk off my property. Why don't you tow it to his storage facility - here's the address." ***************** When Joyce, David and I said our tearful goodbyes it was one of the saddest days of my life. One thing that made it bearable, however, was the knowledge that as soon as I got back from my trek that I would visit them for a month on the West Coast. Another thing that made it bearable was that after I had begged them for two weeks to let me reimburse them for the boot camp and the night at the Four Seasons that they finally agreed, as long as I promised to rely only on myself during the trek, and not contact them or anyone else for help unless it were a life-threatening situation. The final thing that made our separation bearable was our collective joy that Winthrop had been expelled from my house and all of the locks changed, that a security firm had been hired to watch my house 24/7 during my trek, that the divorce papers (along with the post-nuptial and pre-nuptial signed by Winthrop) had been filed, that the D A intended to prosecute Winthrop on the forged check charges, and that Simon had all of my financial matters clearly in hand. I still had tears either in my eyes, or almost there, when I flew into the closest international airport at Biarritz, in the southwest of France. From the airport, I boarded the bus that takes passengers first to Saint-Jean-de-Luz, then after a change of buses, on a short ride to Hendaye, just across the river from Irún, the start of Los Caminos del Norte. Since I would be travelling mostly in late spring and summer, I didn't need any winter clothing. All that I carried was a twenty pound backpack with raingear, extra clothes, emergency medicine, a micro-thin tarp, an international cell phone (ONLY for emergencies), a camera with a 128GB card, a journal, and a water purifier and bottle. I intended to purchase food along the way and stay in hotels or hostels. My normal outfit was a pair of khaki shorts, polyester panties, wicking socks, hiking boots, a sports bra, and a short sleeve polypropylene top. I had a credit card which I knew would be accepted everywhere along my route, and 3,000€ cash. I had also memorized the numbers of an emergency Spanish bank account that I could access from any bank in Spain. Everything was in the name of a pseudonym that I had adopted especially for my trip - "Amber Glow." Corny, maybe, but I wanted a complete break from Candace Pingree and her low self-esteem and hang-ups. Besides, one of the main regrets of my life when I was growing up was that my parents didn't have the good sense to name me "Amber!" I only spent one night in Irún, despite my jet lag. From the Eusko Tren station I took a ramp that led to a pedestrian bridge that crosses the Río Bidasoa. Just past the end of the bridge was the border marker between France and Spain. **************** The route I chose for my trek was to follow the coastal plain as far as Galicia before turning inland towards Santiago. The main towns on my route were San Sebastián/Donastia, Bilbao, Castro Urdiales, Santander, Ribadesella, Gijón, Avilés, Luarca, Ribadeo, Mondoñedo, and Sobrado dos Monxes, joining the Camino francés at Arzua. My route essentially ran parallel to the sea, meaning that I had to cross numerous rivers with the associated ascents and descents. There were spectacular views in many locations, yet in others I didn't have sight of the ocean for quite a few kilometers. My Berlitz classes turned out to be a good investment since few of the locals understood English, and even many of my fellow travelers spoke little English. After only a few days I was easily conversing in Spanish and could understand, and be understood by, everyone that I came into contact with. Almost everyone was friendly, I typically joined one or more other travelers for a day or two, but usually never more than three (because self-reliance was a major goal of the trek), and was able to get decent food and accommodations along the entire route. I won't bore you with all of the details of my trek - you'll have to buy my journal when it's published if you want that. However, I will relate three truly memorable aspects of it. The day before I got to Santander, Spain I had gotten some good news. I called Simon just once a week in case there were any emergencies from his end. He told me that my divorce was now official - I was free and very happy! Santander turned out to be one of my favorite places for several reasons. It is nestled amidst grassy hills and green trees so that it offers a varied landscape on the shores of the Bay of Biscay. Although it has both urban and natural beauty everywhere one turns, its specialty is its lovely and marvelous sandy beaches. I was enjoying a leisurely stroll along one particularly beautiful beach, having put my backpack in a public locker and having changed into my bikini, when I noticed a young man a few meters in front of me getting out of the ocean. Fortunately I had my wrap-around sunglasses on, otherwise I likely would have completely embarrassed myself by my ogling. As it was I'm sure that my mouth was agape. The guy looked just like a younger, and slightly bigger, version of David. I immediately felt twinges in my pussy. Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 02 I was trying to think of something to say to him that wouldn't be stupid or too forward, when he happened to turn to face me. His eyes lit up. In poor - and hilarious - Spanish he said "Hello common whale." I burst out laughing. He got a chagrined look on his face. He was obviously an American so once I was able to control my laughter I asked him - in English - "Why do you think that I'm a common whale?" He got red and said "Oh, sorry." "Actually, I don't think that I look that fat, do I?" I continued, fishing for a compliment. "Uh, well, actually, ma'am, you look great; what I was trying to say was 'Hello attractive bather;' I guess it didn't come out right." I giggled and said "Wow - you were way off, but poor Spanish is not your biggest problem. If you ever call me 'ma'am' again I'll bust your balls." Not the most lady-like thing to say, but delivered seriously and then with a big grin at the end, it had the desired effect. "Well, then, what should I call you," the David doppelganger said with his own grin. "I'm Amber - what's your name," I said holding out my hand. "David," he replied engulfing my hand with his enormous one although not really shaking it. "David - Holy Shit, that's a sign," I excitedly said to myself. Apparently neither one of us was the type to let grass grow under our feet. After sitting and chatting on the beach for an hour we both knew that we were going to end up in bed together before long. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his physique. He couldn't keep his off of my tits and thighs. I found out that he was a twenty one year old college senior, who had just given up his football scholarship and decided to take the summer off and travel before his last semester prior to graduation. He was intelligent, witty, charming, and - did I mention that he looked like a slightly larger version of Joyce's David? I didn't really care that I was eight years older than he was, and apparently he didn't either. While I wanted desperately to fuck him, I didn't want to seem like a slut so I needed a situation to develop whereby we could be "thrown together," and it not appear too obvious. Plus, at this stage of my trek the ultimate self-confidence and self-image I was seeking had not yet fully emerged. I started to call him "Dave 2" to at least try to distinguish him from Joyce's David in my mind, and he didn't seem to care, but instead in return playfully called me "Amber 1." We decided to travel together starting the next day since he was doing part of Los Caminos del Norte - the part up until the next major city, Ribadesella, about 100 km away. We both got accommodations in a bunk room at a hostel, all that he could afford and I wasn't about to acknowledge my wealth. We got to really enjoy each other's company the next day, stayed in another hostel along the way, and then the second day my opportunity presented itself. Just before the next town we got caught in a deluge. Despite breaking out our rain gear we were soaked when we got into the next town about three in the afternoon. I needed a real hotel room, and an opening to fuck him. There was one small hotel in town. It wasn't the Four Seasons, but it wasn't a flop house either. "I can't afford this place," Dave 2 moaned when we went inside the lobby. "You'd be surprised," I said, setting up a nice lie. "In an out-of-the-way place like this rooms could be cheap. Let me see." I went up to the desk and talked to the proprietor in fast Spanish and in a low voice. With my credit card I paid the 50€ charge for their best room in advance then went over to Dave 2 with a lie that would be backed up by the proprietor if Dave 2 could ever make himself understood, considering his poor Spanish. "They have only one room left, with one bed, and it's their worst one, so it's only five Euros. If you reimburse me two Euros I'll pay three, and we can get showered and dry and then see what we do about sleeping arrangements," I said. He quickly masked his sly smile, and then said "Wow, you're a great negotiator." "That's why people hire me," I grinned, having previously lied when I told him that I was a purchasing agent for a large corporation, on sabbatical. Dave 2 carried both of our backpacks up the stairs, and got a wide-eyed look on his face when he saw how nice our room was and how spacious our private bath was - no more sharing like in hostels. He yelled "First dibs," and immediately ran into the bathroom to shower while I yelled "You bastard." He quickly came out squeaky clean wearing just a towel. I tried not to look, but I'm sure that he caught me staring at him. When I returned from my shower with just a towel on he was naked, leaning against one of the posts of the four-poster bed with a "Dick Cheney" snarl on his face. His cock was engorged and even slightly larger than Joyce's David and almost as beautiful. "Well, Amber, you've been exposed. There is no way that this room cost five Euros, and given the few people in this place there is no way that this is the last room. It is now clear to me that you want to fuck me almost as much as I want to fuck you," he grumbled. "Play a little hard to get, bitch," I said to myself, "don't just start sucking his cock." I ignored what I told myself. Within seconds I shoved as much cock into my mouth as I could fit while I fondled his balls. He pulled off my towel and kneaded my tits as I sucked on him. After a few minutes he growled "Don't get me off, I'm porking you." In the only coherent thing that I said for quite some time I pleaded "Do you have a condom?" "Two" he shot back, lifting one from the bedspread and ripping it open. Horny slut that I was, I crawled on the bed and spread my legs. He licked my cunt a couple of times and pinched my rapidly expanding clit another, but he correctly sensed that I didn't need, or want, any foreplay. I just wanted his cock up my pussy. He readily obliged. Considering that it was with a condom it was a truly great fuck. I wrapped my legs around his thick torso the best that I could. He stroked in and out of my cunt with optimum vigor, hard enough to let me know that he was definitely inside of me and completely in charge but without causing me any pain. I went through two very respectable orgasms before he blew his wad. It must have been a large and intense discharge because I felt it even with the condom on. After we rested awhile I rode him cowgirl, using up his only other condom. We took a break for dinner, we both had a fair amount of wine, and the only pharmacy in town was closed so that we couldn't purchase any more condoms. I was so fucking horny that I begged him to assure me that he didn't have any STDs before I agreed to fuck him bare back. Part of my emergency medications was a good supply of Plan B, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. As a reward for letting him fuck me bare back, Dave 2 ate me to two orgasms before he did - doggy style. It was fabulous, and I almost immediately fell asleep in his arms afterward. By the time that we got to Ribadesella we had fucked at least two dozen times, every one of them from very good to fantastic. Physically, it was the best sex of my life besides that with Joyce's David, although it didn't have the real emotional aspect that I had with Joyce's David and with my now ex-husband Winthrop in the early years of our marriage. Dave 2 and I had our best fuck ever when we did The Wheelbarrow the night before he went to the train station in Ribadesella and I continued on my trek. "I need to try that position some more," I laughed to myself just before we fell asleep, even though I knew that it wouldn't work with the average guy, but had to be with someone big and strong. *************** My second and third most memorable experiences are intertwined. About a week after Dave 2 left I met up with the most interesting, of many, many interesting co-travelers, on my journey of self-discovery. A thirty five year old uncle named Bret, and his twin eighteen year old nieces Alisha and Cybil, all of them Americans. I could tell by the way that Bret carried himself that he was from money - but unlike most rich men was not full of himself. In fact he was as considerate as any man I had ever met, except for Joyce's David. Despite the fact that Alisha and Cybil were pleasant looking young women, they were painfully shy. The first few days that we travelled together they never opened up to me. When they did open up the third day that we travelled together it was like a damn breaking. They couldn't stop telling me their life stories, their hopes and fears, and their goals in life. Alisha's and Cybil's mother - Bret's older sister - had cancer. Their mother's cancer was in remission, but preyed heavily on their minds. Their father was not emotionally involved in their lives - they looked more on Bret as a stabilizing force and father figure. They were trying to get their act together before starting college - the same one that Joyce and I had graduated from. When Alisha told me (with Cybil nodding concurrence) on the fourth day of our travels together "We want to become self-reliant and get a positive self-image just like you have, Amber," I was bowled away. My fast developing emotional attachment to them was now fully vested. Bret was a joy to be with too, and several times he expressed gratitude for the positive "big-sister" effect I was having on his nieces, one time actually tearing up when he said it. It was also clear that Bret had an interest in my tits and thighs, although he tried very, very hard to be subtle. His nieces giggled about it when they thought that I wasn't aware of it. I was also developing a bond with Bret and by the time of our sixth day of travel together I thought that we might look each other up when we returned to the States. The seventh day our little travelling group ran into adversity. On an isolated stretch of the trail - we hadn't seen another human for more than an hour - two local men approached us. Since I spoke the best Spanish of the four of us I started conversing with them. They seemed to be rough, and suspicious. I tried to break off our conversation, which was becoming disturbing, when one of them pulled a pistol on us. They were not just thieves, but obviously sexual predators. After we turned over our money to them I did not like the looks that they were giving Cybil and Alisha. It was obvious to me from what I knew about the two girls, and from their reaction, that if these guys sexually molested them it would destroy Cybil's and Alisha's lives. I also knew that Bret would certainly intervene and end up dead. I couldn't let any of that happen. I asked to speak to the guy who was obviously the leader of the two. He gave his friend the gun to hold on Bret, Alisha and Cybil, and we walked off a few paces. Rather than repeating my crude remarks, and his even cruder ones, I'll summarize them. I told him that raping the two skinny teenagers wouldn't be a very pleasant experience for him, and that they'd probably bleed all over him. Also raping me wouldn't be much better because I'd just lay there like a stone. However, if he let the others go - he already had their money - I'd give him and his friend the best time of their lives. I exposed my big tits to emphasize it. His eyes got wide. While still holding the gun on us he and his friend talked in private. While they did I told Bret that if he and the girls were released that they should get the hell out immediately and not worry about me. He objected and I swore at him. "These girls are your fucking responsibility, no one else. You get them the fuck out of here and go immediately to the authorities. I don't want their rape or your death on my conscience so do the fuck like I say or I'll cut your balls off myself." The banditos liked my suggestion. Bret, Cybil and Alisha left, the girls with tears in their eyes, and when they got fifty meters away started running. I knew what I had to do. I knew that if the banditos had buyer's remorse that my life or safety might be in real danger and by that point of my trek I truly was the most self-reliant and self-confident that I ever had been in my life. The problem was that the guys were a little dirty - but a nearby pond gave me an idea. I smiled broadly at them telling them what a good time that we would have, and then I stripped and when naked took off for the pond, laughing. They chased after me, right into the water. We had splash fights while they disrobed and groped me, and then they led me - all three of us laughing, them in anticipation, me putting on the best act of my life - to the shore. On a grassy knoll I got down on my hands and knees. The leader entered me from the rear and I started sucking the other guy's cock. In the best mind-over-matter experience of my life, one that I would have been incapable of just three months earlier, in my mind I was being fucked by Joyce's David and sucking Dave 2. With that being my only thought, and by keeping my eyes closed so as not to break my concentration, I actually had a mild orgasm just before the leader ejaculated into me, shortly followed by the other guy cumming in my mouth. I even swallowed to keep up the ruse. When they both withdrew I made complimentary remarks to them, rolled on my side, and the three of us played with each other. I pretended to be a little light headed "from the fantastic sex, you animals," and laughingly got up and pretended to stumble as I went "to pee." I guess crooks are stupid in every country because they fell for it hook, line and sinker. By the time that they realized that I was going for their gun it was too late. They apparently thought that I didn't have the guts to shoot them - and Candace would not have — so they rushed me. Unfortunately for them, Amber did have sufficient intestinal fortitude. I shot them both in the right thigh and as they writhed around on the ground I kicked them both in the nuts - after putting my clothes and my hiking boots back on. I retrieved everything that they had stolen from the four of us, shot them each in the left shoulder, then threw their clothes and the gun into the pond, and walked away. As I left, in my best sarcastic Spanish, I said "I'm sure that your fuck and blow job were so good that they'll comfort you as you limp along with arthritis the rest of your lives. I'll be sure to send someone to help you, so hold on - it should only be a few hours. It would be a shame if you went to hell before you got to suffer a while on this earth." In about an hour I came across an all-terrain police vehicle with two cops and Brett inside. Bret frantically hopped out of the vehicle to console me. I told him and the cops that the guys had raped me but that I had then gotten away and shot them and that they were lying by a pond near a grassy knoll about five kilometers back. The policemen seemed to know where it was. As the police were on their radio another ATV with two more cops showed up, and then an extended ATV with an ambulance symbol on it. I rode with one of the cops and Bret back to the town that they had come from while the other three cops and the ATV ambulance went to find the bleeding banditos. I made Bret swear not to tell the girls that I had been raped, but just that I had escaped, and to tell them that I was going to the hospital simply for observation. He promised, and held me tight against him for the longest time sobbing his thanks for what I had done, and that I hadn't been killed. Alisha and Cybil incessantly cried in my arms until finally Bret gently pulled them away and said that I had to go to the hospital for observation and that I might need a tetanus shot because I scraped myself on some rusty metal. I told the girls that I had tricked the two banditos into leaving all of the stolen merchandise in one place, and then snuck away with it. Unbelievably they bought it, probably because they were so grateful to get back the necklaces that there mother had given them. Fortunately, all of my tests for STDs at the hospital came back negative. They don't mess around in Spain. Against their will the cops drew blood from both of the banditos and that also was tested. Between the sets of tests there was a 99% certainty that I was not infected, and a Plan B pill disposed of the possibility of pregnancy. I was apprehensive that I might have to spend a significant amount of time in town since there would be legal proceedings. I was more than pleased when the local prosecutor informed me that the police investigation concluded that the bandits had shot themselves, and with videotaped statements from me, Brett, Alisha, and Cybil, as well as the rape kit from the hospital, that they had more than enough evidence to convict the banditos of rape and armed robbery so that we were free to go on our way. As we continued on our trek, out of earshot of the girls, with a smile I remarked to Bret "I find it highly unusual that the police investigation concluded that the banditos shot themselves, especially after I told the first two cops that I shot them." Brett laughed and with a grin bigger than mine replied "I think that the prosecutor determined that the theory of the case that the U S Ambassador to Spain espoused to him was more credible than your story, that of a weak, mild-mannered, poor woman with no ability to defend herself after a traumatic experience." After I playfully punched him in the ribs, with a raised eyebrow I asked "The U S Ambassador to Spain?" "Yeah - he and my father, the girls' grandfather - are best friends from their days together at Yale, and the Ambassador was happy to hear from me," Brett deadpanned - then broke into a bigger grin. I gave Bret a quick kiss on the lips. He blushed AND tented his pants, though I pretended not to notice either. The girls and Bret left me at Ribadeo to go back home. With obvious sincerity the three of them said the nicest things to me that anyone, aside from Joyce, David, and my parents, had said to me my entire life. I honestly felt that I had changed Cybil's and Alisha's lives for the better. As I broke my hugs with Alisha and Cybil I could see that Bret was reticent. Cybil punched him in the ribs, and not too softly said "You wimp," as Alisha pushed him toward me. Glancing back at the smiling girls Bret - also a divorcee - held my hands and asked "Can I look you up in the States when you get back? "I'd be disappointed if you didn't," I replied. "But since 'Amber Glow' doesn't really exist you'll have to use my real name to find me - Candace Pingree, although soon to be Candace Wells since I'll be changing my name back to my maiden name as soon as I get back." He got a pensive look. "From THE East Coast Wells family?" he inquired. "The very same, but don't hold it against me," I quipped. He laughed. "Here I was going to offer to fly you to see me, when you could buy me ten times over. It's not fair to the rest of the women on earth that you're beautiful, sexy, smart, courageous, charitable, personable AND rich." Then he gave me a passionate kiss on the lips - which I was happy to return - while Alisha and Cybil could be heard giggling and clapping in the background. *************** The rest of the trek was spiritually rewarding, I met lots of personable fellow travelers and locals, and it was physically and mentally invigorating. By the time that I reached Santiago I knew without any doubt whatsoever that I had fulfilled all of my expectations for this trip - and then some. I had also decided to not just go back to my maiden last name, but to legally change my first name to 'Amber' when I got back. I really liked and respected Amber - she was a compassionate yet kick-ass broad, the woman that I always wanted to be. With the first traces of autumn in the air I took the train from Santiago to Madrid, then flew home from there. I was anxious to change my name, have all of my photos made into a slide show, publish my journal, see what had happened to Winthrop, and most of all visit Joyce and David on the West Coast. Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 02 -Part III - The Aftermath and Conclusion- Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 03 Part III Summary of Part 2: Candace's philandering husband Winthrop was caught cheating yet again, even after he signed a post-nup waiving his right to contest a divorce and re-affirming the pre-nup if he was caught again. He also forged Candace's signature on two checks, one for his precious classic Bugatti, the other likely for his fuck buddy. Tragedy befell poor Winthrop when an illegal immigrant in an unregistered 4,400 pound old Cadillac"inadvertently" rammed the side of the Bugatti, rendering it undriveable, and he was arrested for forgery. Candace changed her name to Amber as she set out on her trek along Los Caminos del Norte in Spain. After finding out her divorce was final she found sexual bliss with a twenty-one year old American who reminded her of her best friend Joyce's husband David. Amber then met up with an uncle and his two nieces. Amber brought the nieces out of their shells, and saved them from two predatory banditos by sacrificing herself before she turned the tables on the banditos and shot each in a leg and shoulder. He trek concluded with her euphoria that she had met all of her goals of self-confidence, self-reliance, and positive self-image. _____________ When I got back to the States from Madrid my jet lag was worse than on the flight to France, so I acted like a zombie two days and did almost nothing except exercise, sleep, and eat. I was very pleased that Sonja and Jose had kept the house and gardens up nicely – I had asked them both to stay in the house during my almost four month absence. Both of them, and the security company that I had hired, assured me that my ex, Winthrop, had never gained access. Speaking of Winthrop, one of the first things that I did after my jet lag malaise subsided was to go to see the DA personally and find out what happened about the forgery charges. I was kind of surprised by the DA's wide-eyed look when I walked into his office. "Maybe I should have dressed a little more conservatively," I said to myself, then immediately dismissed it, answering myself "If you've got it there's no reason to hide it." The DA's name is Charles Manson (yes, he does get asked or ribbed about it all the time, and takes it in good humor). He is about seven or eight years older than I am, and I have known him – through my parents – for at least ten years. "You look different, Candace," he blurted out. "That's because I'm unofficially 'Amber' now – and will legally be shortly – and I've gone through a significant metamorphosis, Charles," I replied with a smile. "Amber suits you – yes, it really does," he mumbled. "So, Charles, what's the deal with my asshole ex?" I asked, cutting to the chase. "Well I'll give you the short version – but if you want the long version I can elaborate," he replied, his eyes still wide. "The short will do," I snickered. "Well, Winthrop was smart enough to plead guilty to a misdemeanor. He received only four days actual jail time but got an eighteen month suspended sentence and probation, and was required to make restitution with interest," Charles replied. That was an acceptable solution to me, especially considering that his precious Bugatti had much of its value destroyed by the "careless" illegal immigrant. "Where's my $11,238.00 plus interest restitution?" I asked Charles with a lilt in my voice. "Supposedly he has already paid it to your financial adviser," he replied. "I'll check – thanks for your efficient and effective handling of this case. I'm pleased with the resolution," I responded. "I live only to serve," he said with a smile. Then, as a harbinger of my new reality, said, "Say – would you like to have dinner with me sometime this weekend?" ________________ I called Simon, my financial guru, and found that in fact I had been made whole although not by Winthrop, but by Winthrop's father. I guess that my supposition was correct that Winthrop had run through his trust fund and would not be living such a good life in the future. This was confirmed when I saw an ad in the most recent issue of a classic car magazine that Winthrop subscribed to that was still being sent to my house. "For sale to the right discriminating buyer. Restored 1931 Bugatti Type 41 Royale Kellner, $2,000,000; call xxx-xxx-xxxx," which was Winthrop's cell phone number. The ad was above a photo of a vehicle that looked much less sparkly than before the "accident." According to Winthrop's previous estimate of it's worth his Bugatti had lost $7,000,000 in value. "Wow, his last fuck with that bimbo was really expensive," I chuckled, not even a smidgen of remorse in my bones. After a meeting with Simon reviewing my finances, meeting with my divorce attorney to get her to file my name change papers, and cleaning up a few loose ends, it was time for what I had been excitedly anticipating since the last few days of my trek – a call to Joyce and David. I called Joyce's new law firm. "Mrs. Burns' office," her male secretary answered. "Is Joyce there? Tell her that this is her old friend Amber Wells," I chuckled. "I'll see if she's in, Ms. Wells," was his professional reply. "Who the fuck is Amber Wells?" was Joyce's opening salvo; not "how are you," "good to hear from you," "are you still alive," or any other personal inquiry. "How do you know that I'm not a new client with a million dollars' worth of business and a very sensitive disposition who now won't retain you?" I giggled. We laughed at each other's' barbs for the next five minutes. Finally Joyce said, "All right, we need a long chat, and if I talk to you about your trek without David on the line he'll divorce me, so let me call you from home about ten your time tonight. Will you still be awake?" "Are you sure that David isn't going to divorce you because of your cute, young male secretary instead?" I chortled. "You mean my cute, young, GAY male, secretary," she laughed. "Well is your old ass going to be up at ten o'clock or not." "Don't call a second later or I'll probably be asleep," I chuckled then signed off. The three of us talked on the phone for an hour about our respective lives during our four month separation, and it was like it was like only a day had gone by we were so in tune with each other. Then Joyce got to the question I'm sure that she was dying to ask all along: "So, did you get any nookie on your journey?" "Sorry, I'm not willing to talk about it with David on the phone. A girl has to have some secrets from the men in her life," I snorted. "Hey, why can't I hear the good stuff?" David moaned. "Because then you'll get to horny and won't leave me alone the entire night," Joyce shot back with feigned irritation. "You guys are no fun," he sighed, and then there was a hang-up click. "All right, he's off," Joyce excitedly said, "so let me have all the gory details." Of course I would never tell another living soul about my sex life except for Joyce, but with her I laid out the entire experience with Dave 2. Not only did I describe virtually everything, but I admitted that what got me most excited was that he was almost David's doppelganger, and "next to my night with David it was the best sex of my life." As soon as I made that comment "How much better was I than he was?" came David's snickering voice on the phone. "You bastard!" Joyce and I yelled in unison. "You stayed on the phone, you asshole," I screamed, equal parts angered, embarrassed, and humored. David just chuckled then really did hang up after he pretended to be hurt and said "Well, I guess that I never will get the answer to that, so there is no reason to hang on any longer." After Joyce and I recovered we chatted some more about when I would visit them – in a week or ten days. Joyce ended the conversation with "I have some other news for you, but it will have to wait until you get here, Candace – I mean Amber." "You can't leave me hanging like that," I pleaded. "Oh, but I can – call when your plans are finalized and one of us will pick you up at the airport," she said with a chuckle as she hung up the phone. _______________ While I was planning my trip to the West Coast to see David and Joyce, Bret called me. His ostensible reason was to thank me for how I had helped out his nieces Alisha and Cybil. "Their parents were shocked by the change in them. They morphed from shy and retiring to effusive and self-confident. Their first few weeks at college have been great, and every time that I talk to them they ask if I've called you." His comments warmed my heart – and I really hope that they were true. He invited me to visit him. I told him that I was too busy planning my trip, but I invited him to visit me for a three day weekend, and he jumped at the chance. Brett was actually fairly reserved for someone his age (35), life experience (a divorce, two advanced degrees, and the star of a major consulting firm), and appearance (slim and handsome). I quickly set him at ease, however, and he was forward enough so that we ended up in my bed the second night that he visited. After all, I had gotten to know him quite well in the three weeks he and his nieces traveled with me on the Camino de Santiago trail in Spain, plus it would have been impolite to ask him to visit me and not fuck him, especially since I could tell that he had feelings for me. Two nights of sex with Bret was quite enjoyable, but the aftermath was not. He really seemed to be smitten by me but I could not help but compare him to David, and unfortunately he came up short – regrettably by a significant amount. "Shit," I said to myself as I left Bret at the airport with a kiss, but with no promise to meet up again. "That one night with David was fantastic for me at the time, but did it ruin my potential for happiness the rest of my life? There isn't going to be another David – or even a Dave 2 for that matter – so I better lower my expectations," I chastised myself. That did not leave me in a good mood as I prepared further for my trip to the West Coast. _____________ By the time that I was on the plane to see Joyce and David my mood had brightened significantly. I had several medium-length conversations with both of them, individually and together, and was really anxious to see them again. When Joyce picked me up at the airport her "surprise" was instantly revealed. She was in maternity clothes. I'm sure that I sounded like a teenager as all that I could get out was "Oh My God!" as I hugged her, trying not to pressure her noticeable baby bump. Rather than go straight to her car (there was no reason to pick up my extensive luggage – I was done with only travelling with a twenty pound backpack – since I had expressed it to her condo and it had arrived the day before), we found a fairly secluded alcove in the airport and excitedly chatted away. "Wow, you look great Joyce – you definitely have that pregnancy glow," I gushed. "I feel good too," she grinned. "And I only had morning sickness for three days – being pregnant definitely agrees with me." "So when did you find out – how far along are you?" "I was pregnant even before we moved; I just didn't know it yet. Right now I'm about twenty three weeks along," she smiled. "Do you know what sex it is yet?" I inquired. "It's a little girl – but don't tell anyone. David and I are keeping that a secret; you're the only one who knows." We were both giddy. I was going to be an unofficial Aunt, and from the gleam in my eye Joyce knew that I would be trouble. "I know that look, you bitch," Joyce fake snarled. "You are NOT going to spoil her rotten, do you understand?" "Maybe," I deadpanned, "we'll see." "I swear there is no way that I'll even let you hold her unless you promise," Joyce snarled once again. "Don't get so melodramatic," I laughed, "what fun is it to be an Aunt unless you can spoil your niece?" Obviously, Joyce didn't go back to work that day. We ate lunch and then went all around looking at baby furniture and accessories. "Shouldn't David be doing this with us?" I asked. "He will be – it's just that I want you and me to scout everything out so that when we find what we want we'll know how to trick or pressure David into getting exactly what we desire," Joyce laughed. "You're so devious," I chuckled. We had a very successful afternoon, and had, between the two of us, entered a shitload of data into our iPhones for retrieval when he went looking for baby accessories again with the unsuspecting David. When David got home that night we hugged for a good two minutes then exchanged a chaste kiss on the lips. After dinner David and I shared a bottle of wine while Joyce enviously looked on with her pomegranate juice. Once both of us were feeling no pain David squeezed Joyce's shoulder and with an evil glint in his eye said "I'll bet that Joyce didn't tell you one effect of her pregnancy. Her sexual..." He didn't get any further, at least initially, as Joyce leapt on him and playfully tried to cover his mouth. Without hurting her he held her hands together and covered her mouth with one of his large hands and continued. "As I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted, her sexual aggressiveness is now at an all-time high. She wants to fuck non-stop; I mean I barely can get a moment's rest from her hourly attacks. Maybe now that you're here she'll have the decorum to control her libido a little." "Poor baby," I laughed, "I feel so, so sorry for you." When he released Joyce she fixed a fake cold stare on him, folded her arms over her chest, and said "You don't have to worry about that any more, asshole. My legs are clamped together until the baby pops out," which got a big laugh out of both David and me. Apparently David wasn't lying. The walls in David and Joyce's condo weren't the most sound-proof in the world. I was kept awake by some banging and moaning when I first tried to get to sleep, and was awakened in the middle of the night by some more. I felt happy, jealous, amused, and horny all at the same time. I needed a couple of sessions with my fingers giving me release otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sleep at all. ______________ The next week was one of the happiest of my life. Joyce only worked about half-time and we were like a couple of excited teen bffs as we went through the days doing everything together, including planning every single detail of her poor future-daughter's life. We also took great pleasure in both pampering and teasing David when he was around, but he held his own, including by turning me upside-down twice when I made what I thought were particularly clever comments that he, for some reason, took offense to (ha, ha). Then came the worst day of my life. Joyce went in to work in the morning, and was supposed to come by and get me for lunch, and then more baby shopping. When she was a half hour late – unusual for the normally prompt Joyce – I called her office to see if some emergency had come up. Her secretary thought that she had left almost an hour ago. I asked to be put in touch with David. He opined that she must just have gotten gas, and made a quick stop for groceries – "And to void her increasingly shrinking bladder," he laughed. Not more than five minutes after I hung up with David, Joyce and David's home phone rang. "Hello, Burns residence," I answered. "Who is this," was the hesitant voice on the other end. Since Joyce and I had told everyone who inquired that we were sisters I saw no reason to deviate from that. "This is her sister, Amber Wells – who's calling?" "Uh, this is Dr. Bork. I have some bad news, Ms. Wells. Mrs. Burns has been in an auto accident and she is at the County General Emergency Room right now. Someone with authority needs to get over here promptly since some medical decisions need to be made," rang out the solemn voice at the other end of the line. "Her husband and I will be right there," I exhaled. I immediately called David, got him out of a meeting, and told him to meet me at County General. I had him put his secretary on the line when he hung up and got directions from her, then immediately got in my rental car and took off. On my way to the hospital I resolved that I would be strong. I wiped the tears from my eyes and said "No more tears; I'm confident and strong, and I have to be for David." David had gotten to the hospital a few minutes before I had; he looked ashen. I just gave him a hug, sat him down, and then approached the nurse in charge. "I'm Joyce Burns' sister. Where is she and what's the status?" "She's in surgery right now, Operating Suite 4. She's in critical condition." "The doctors obviously know that she's pregnant, right?" I barked. "Certainly, and they are taking ever caution with the baby, I assure you." "Where can her husband and I wait for news so that the doctors will know where we are and can tell us the prognosis?" "The waiting room on the second floor is just outside of Operating Suites 1-4. I'll have an orderly escort you up there and notify the surgeon where you are." I swear that if I wasn't holding him up David would have collapsed on his way to the waiting room. I was keeping the worst case scenarios for Joyce and the baby out of my mind and was thinking only about seeing David through this. Watching this big, strong, wonderful man look and act like a meek automaton was almost too much to take. Candace would have been worthless, but Amber was going to be strong. There's no reason to relay all of the gory details. Joyce was not going to make it because of a severe head injury; she was brain dead. Fortunately she had a preggo seat belt on and the baby was traumatized but maybe could survive. I learned from Joyce's OB/GYN that a baby's chances for survival increases about 2-3% per day between 24 and 26 weeks of gestation, and that more than 90 percent born at 26 to 27 weeks survive. The OB/GYN estimated that Joyce was a few days over twenty four weeks pregnant. I flew Joyce's parents to the area the day after the accident and put them up at the hotel closest to the hospital, while I stayed with David at the condo. He was confused and directionless so I had no choice but to take charge of the entire situation. I talked to David and Joyce's parents and told them what had to be done. We had to keep Joyce alive until the baby's gestation period was over twenty six weeks, deliver her, and then pull the plug on Joyce. David was incapable of making a decision, but I had retrieved Joyce's Advance Directive from their safe deposit box and knew that Joyce did not want to be kept alive artificially. David and Joyce's parents could never make the decision to pull the plug so I had the three of them sign a medical power of attorney over to me. I made all of the arrangements for the event to celebrate Joyce's life and for her cremation, according to her will and Advance Directive. With David's and her parents' permission I arranged for Joyce's ashes to be made into four diamonds, one for David, one for her parents, one for little Melissa Joyce Burns, and – selfishly – one for me. Little Melissa was delivered as healthy and happy as a baby after twenty seven weeks gestation could be. Of course she had to remain in the ICU for a few weeks, but she was going to make it. David, David's parents (who I had also flown up to the area), Joyce's parents, and I all cried when we saw Melissa. Then we all, individually, said our goodbyes to Joyce before I signed the papers disconnecting her artificial life support. Candace could never have delivered her best friend's – her sister's – eulogy. Amber had everyone both crying and laughing. When everything had settled down I had a heart-to-heart with David. "David, you know that I will do anything that I can to help you and Melissa; but I don't want to be butting in, so if you want me to beat it just tell me – I will understand." Self-Discovery Trek Pt. 03 He looked at me quizzically, then mildly perturbed, then hurt. "Are you kidding me? I would never have made it without you this last month. I'd be a vegetable and Melissa would be without a father and without a biological mother, although she had an adoptive mother in you." That comment almost knocked me over. "I want you as part of our lives forever. Tell me – did you read the codicil to Joyce's will?" "No, I...well, I don't think so," I stuttered. "You would have remembered it if you did. Someday – not now – I'll show it to you," he replied. That night David and I slept together. No sex, just reveling in body contact with someone we loved who was an important part of Joyce's life. _______________ There were things that I needed to clear up at home. Melissa would be released in seven-ten days, and I wanted to be there when she was and fulfil as many "motherly" duties as possible. David had gone back to work, but from discussions with his partners, as well as personal observation, I knew that his heart wasn't in it. I knew that it would take drastic action to snap him out of it. On my trip home I had a heart-to-heart with myself. I was feeling guilty because I coveted David, and felt that that was disrespectful to my loving departed friend, Joyce. I wondered whether my devotion to Melissa and all of the arrangements I had made regarding Joyce's farewell were to assuage my guilt, to endear myself to David, or just out of loyalty to Joyce even in death. I honestly admitted that it was all of the above and that my preoccupation with my motives was counterproductive. While Candace would have agonized about it another few months, Amber put it out of her mind by the time that her plane touched down on the East Coast. I cleared up everything that I needed to at home, including attending the only court appearance necessary to officially have my name changed to "Amber Joyce Wells," and returned to the West Coast the day before Melissa was released. The first two weeks after Melissa's release Joyce's mother and I took care of her full time, helped by a part-time experienced nanny. Joyce's mother treated me like I was her own daughter, and Melissa's real mother – for which I was very grateful. After that David's mom visited for two weeks, and she treated me like I was her daughter and also Melissa's real mother. I got very attached to that little girl, and she to me. She was doing great, too, and growing like a weed. David was not doing as well. Except for his time with Melissa he seemed to be going through the motions. While he and I occasionally slept together when he was having a particularly hard day we never had sex. I can't tell you how agonizing that was for me. I consulted with both a psychiatrist and a psychologist about my plan to get David back into the game. Both saw risks but agreed that it was the best course possible without the passage of years. So, when Melissa was five months old – and doing great – Joyce's and David's mothers, and the part-time nanny (Mrs. Smith), as well as Jack, the managing partner of David's law firm, were waiting in his condo when he arrived home. "Moms; Mrs. Smith; Jack – what are you doing here?" was his startled inquiry when he walked into the room. "You and I are hiking the majority of the Pacific Crest Trail that lies in Oregon, David. We leave tonight. The car is packed with our backpacks, the two grandmoms and Mrs. Smith have guaranteed great care for Melissa, and Jack has arranged for others to take over all of your cases in the roughly two weeks that we'll be gone," I authoritatively said with my arms crossed. "I can't do that," he rebuked with a significant amount of irritation in his voice. "Yes, you can," Jack shot back. "Yes you can, and I'd love it if you would," Joyce's mom said, cradling Melissa, her favorite thing on earth. "Yes you will," said David's mom, sounding like a drill sergeant. We had arranged for her to be the heavy. She had raised three active boys, and didn't take shit from anyone. "No woman will ever want you the way you are now. You need to get away and get your head clear, and your butt kicked, and Amber is just the person to do it. We'll feed you dinner and then you're on your way." David was at a loss for words. He looked each of us in the eye, in turn. He seemed to be taken aback by the steely looks we returned. "You sent me on a trek of self-discovery when I needed it most. Now you're going, but since we, and Melissa, don't have four months for you to get your act together I'm going along to facilitate," I said, softening my tone a little, but not much. Just then the doorbell rang. "Chinese carryout," David's mom chirped. I answered the door, paid the delivery guy, and with Jack's help carried the obscene amount of food that we had ordered to the already set dining room table. We all chowed down, during the meal passing Melissa from one to the other, even including Jack, although he handled her like she was a live grenade. David kept glancing at all of us, probably looking for some lack of resolve. When he didn't find it he seemed to shrug his shoulders, really packed the Gung Pow Chicken, fried rice, and Orange Beef away, and changed into an outfit similar to mine. Just before we left I saw David talking to his and Joyce's mothers and putting a piece of paper in his wallet, while I went over final procedures with Mrs. Smith and Jack was graciously clearing the table and filling the dishwasher. Everyone said goodbye to us as we pulled out of the parking lot at about 8:30 in the all-wheel drive Jeep that I had purchased for the occasion and would later give to charity, and we were off. David was quiet for the first fifteen minutes or so as I drove along. Then he turned to me and with a sly grin said, "You could have at least given me some warning, or some say in the matter, you know. You're a manipulative little bitch, aren't you?" "Hell yeah –I had two good teachers; the Burns couple I believe their name was," I sneered. "Now that you're through whining like a petulant little girl, if you'd like to see where we're going get the map out of the glove compartment." ______________ The scenery on the Pacific Crest Trail – particularly the roughly one hundred miles of it that I had laid out – was breathtaking. It was a little brisk at night, and of course – being Oregon – was occasionally wet, but we were making good progress. David seemed to visibly relax by the third day. That night, as we were finishing up a simple dinner in front of a campfire he kept staring at me. "What are you staring at, dipshit?" I politely inquired. "I'm just wondering how long I'm going to be able to resist fucking you," he snickered. "What makes you think that I'll let you?" I responded with a sneer on my face. "What makes you think that I'll give you a choice," he shot back. "What makes you think that I won't cut of your balls in the middle of the night?" I smugly replied. "Because I gave you the best sex you've ever had," he retorted with a superior grin. "I was lying to Joyce when I told her that because I knew that you were eavesdropping and I just wanted to build you up because I know how sexually insecure you are," I countered. I had to adjust my shorts a little to accommodate the emerging wetness in my crotch. David bounced up, grabbed me by the shoulders, lifted me up, and gave me an out-of-this-world kiss. I couldn't help but throw my arms around him. He gently, but definitively, undid my pants while engaging me in a second passion-filled lip lock, then turned me around, walked me over by and then bent me over a fallen tree, and unceremoniously shoved his cock up my expectant pussy. He fucked the shit out of me as I held onto the fallen tree for dear life, groaning and swearing as his beautiful cock pounded in and out of my swollen, leaky cunt. As my second mammoth orgasm hit me I could feel him tensing up and about to unload in me. I thought "This is only the fourth time that this guy has fucked me and it will be the third time that I pass out. Oh well...." When I regained awareness and he pulled his dick out of me I swooned as he blew up just one air mattress, we lay on it face to face, and we covered ourselves with our blankets. For the next ten days we fucked as often as our sore sex organs would let us, no matter what the weather, the time of day or night, position, or location. It culminated with us doing The Wheelbarrow, hard on one's hands in the wilderness, but oh, oh so satisfying! The night before the end of that part of the trial that we were going to hike, as we finished dinner, David nonchalantly said "Well I guess that we have to get married." "How romantic! Why is that, dipshit?" I inquired between bites. "Well, Joyce's mother told me that if I didn't come back from our trek engaged that I was a damn fool. My mom wasn't so polite – she said come back engaged or she'll smack me upside the head." "What makes you think that I have any interest in marrying you?" I shot back, still trying to be blasé. "Because you start shaking, scream, and go limp every time that I fuck you," he replied, also trying to act blasé. "Sex isn't everything," I responded. "Well, there's another reason. You're obligated to by your sisterhood." "What the hell does that mean, David?" I was no longer trying to act casual. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to me. "Codicil to the Last Will and Testament of Joyce D. Burns I give the love of my life and my male soul mate David E. Burns to the best friend that a woman could ever have in life, and my female soul mate, Candace Wells Pingree; and vice-versa; along with my engagement and wedding rings. If you two don't live happily ever after I'll come back and haunt you. Just one caveat – David, don't you ever love her more than you did me." I started sobbing uncontrollably, and dropped my plate on the ground. David sat next to me and held me in his arms. He was crying too, only not as hard as I was. When I finally started to recover, he got down on one knee, held out Joyce's engagement ring, and said "The former Candace Wells Pingree, now Amber Joyce Wells, will you do me the great honor of agreeing to marry me and adopt my daughter and bear me other children?" Guess what my answer was. ________________ There is no use having money if you don't use it. I had already endowed a full scholarship in Joyce's name at my alma mater to be awarded to the woman with the most potential for good works. I asked Alisha and Cybil – my young friends from my trek of self-discovery – to help me make the choice of the first candidate and to help in the presentation of the full scholarship to the deserving young woman. She was a statuesque black girl from a housing project in Detroit with a glint in her eye and a kick ass personality. Today was an even bigger day than the scholarship presentation. My four and a half year old daughter Melissa, my toddler David, Jr., the baby growing in my belly, and my husband David, were accompanying my fat preggo ass, and all of our family members, to the dedication of the Joyce D. Burns Memorial Park and Recreation Center. We had already been using the playground equipment every Saturday for the last few months, but the Rec Center had not been completed until last week, so that there had been no formal dedication yet. As I finished my dedication speech and looked out on the crowd of happy young faces, of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and their giddy parents, I stopped for a moment. I squeezed the Joyce diamond hanging around my neck, motioned for my husband to join me, and yelled "Joyce says, let the fun begin!"