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The Hunch

By: cageytee



I have always wondered just what a "hunch" is!

Intuition? Inspiration?

Plain dumb luck?

I had several "hunches" during those weeks several years ago and "following" them has made a huge change in my life.

Their validity was proven beyond a shadow of a doubt, one day, when I arrived home and walked into our guest bedroom, just as that slimeball, Sammy Kolron, was putting on his pants and my wife was still laying in the bed, staring angrily at me.

But to truly understand all that happened, I need to go back a while and relate all of the events that so completely changed my life.

My name is Ken Dalston. I am a Senior Manager for Kolron Corp., a large manufacturing firm. I have been with them since I finished my tour of duty 8 years ago. I married Em (Emily) 3 months after starting there and my status in the Company (along with my salary) has increased ever since.

That is both a good and a bad thing.

The good is obvious, more status, more disposable income, more perks.

The bad was that Samuel L. Kolron, the founder and owner of the Company, who has treated me like a son and taught me everything I know about the job, had decided I was the right person to tutor his nephew Samuel R. Kolron, in our business. As I understood it, his sister was widowed and the young man had become a handful, so she imposed on Samuel to help.

Samuel R. or Sammy as he preferred, was a slimeball if there ever was one. 

He wasn't in our office three weeks as "Special Assistant" to the CEO before we began to hear rumors that some of the girls in the secretarial pool were being threatened with losing their jobs if he didn't get special favors. Unfortunately, by the time I got to investigate, one girl had left and the others nervously insisted nothing untoward had happened and Samuel (Sr) was clearly doubting anything improper had transpired.

What made it worse for me was that the weasel was hanging around my wife Em for most of the staff Christmas party only a few weeks later. I had warned her about him, but I wasn't worried. Em is so straight that nothing would have happened, but I didn't want him upsetting her either. We almost argued about it that night as Em kept insisting he couldn't be all that bad.

I love Em very much so it follows that I would say she's attractive but I don't know anyone who doesn't feel that way. She keeps herself in excellent shape. Her slim waist and her 34 "B" tits look terrific in a bathing suit and her legs would make any reasonably virile man sit up and take notice. She usually wears her long blond hair in a bun or a ponytail, and that looks terrific, but when she lets it down, she's gorgeous!

Em is a very conservative person and probably could attract a great deal more attention if she decided to. For me, I'd like to spice things up privately between us but, other than that, I count myself a lucky man.

I watched him like a hawk that night at the Christmas celebration while trying to act as a good host for our employees and their families. Samuel (Sr) has always treated me like I was his right hand man and I've always tried to respect that and help where I could.

I didn't see Sammy do anything improper. He danced with Em twice that I saw and seemed quite respectful about it. Later that night at home Em told me he was quite mannerly and "sweet".

I remember some other things about that night as well! Em has always been very conservative in our lovemaking, letting her hair down only when a bit tipsy and she rarely drinks much at all. She didn't seem to have had too much to drink that evening, but she initiated making love by coming to our bed wearing just a brief, almost transparent, nightie.

That is unusual for Em who normally likes a little foreplay, in the dark, consisting of caressing her breasts, perhaps sucking on the nipples a little and light kisses on the neck and shoulders before missionary position sex. Em is a wonderful person and being married to her is important to me so I was prepared to be patient about adding spice to our sex life.

I also didn't pass up a chance to try some things I don't usually get to do. She actually let me eat her pussy for a while before pulling me up and asking me to "get inside her". I really enjoy oral sex, both giving and receiving and would have liked more, but I'll take what I can get.

We encountered Sammy again about three weeks later at our club on New Year's Eve. He had a date who seemed to be an O.K. person and, after exchanging partners for a few dances, even I began to believe he might be a changed man. I remember that Em was again a little worked up that night when we got home.

This time I asked her why and she blushed a little and told me that Sammy was so complimentary, telling her how nice her hair was, how sexy her shoes were, what a great dancer she was and how lucky I was to be her husband and she couldn't help but feel after an evening of such compliments, that she wanted to get home with me for some lovemaking.

Thanks Sammy! I'd say I owed you one, but I still had a "hunch" you are up to something. 

I will however file my wife's comments into my mind for future reference.

About mid-January Samuel (Sr) told me that he had set up an account with ChemTech, with Sammy as lead. He had pretty much handed this to his nephew as a "done deal" but apparently Sammy had asked his uncle if I could accompany him to do the close. After examining the documents I could see that we could have done it over the phone, but Sammy was keen to go and Samuel wanted his nephew to get out into the field.

I hate mid-range trips. I don't mind flying, in fact I like it, but this deal was only a little more than a 100 miles away with no significant air service and so the best way was to drive. I hate that much driving in one day. I actually go just a little further down the road from there, quite regularly, but I don't do the "down and back" in one day!

It was about then, on thinking about Sammy's request that I accompany him, that I had my next "hunch".

I had suggested we drive separately but both uncle and nephew wanted us to have more time to discuss business. Not wanting to be drawn into that arrangement, I called a friend with a firm that is both my, and our Company's, biggest client. (The one I mentioned earlier that is just down the road.) I had him call our office with an urgent request that I get down to see to a "problem", which necessitated that I leave a day earlier, promising to meet Sammy at his client's office the next day.

Samuel and Sammy were a bit put out, but in front of the uncle, I pointed out that it's all well and good to work at securing new clients, but primary in business success, is taking care of existing customers. Samuel agreed and I was off the hook, at least for the drive.

Aside from the fact that it was my biggest, most lucrative account, I like to go to Blackton because Herb and Molly Green own and operate a small motel and dining room where I get first class service and fine food and they were close to my client's corporate offices. Herb was the toughest soldier I ever encountered during my service time, but there, in their motel, he was the kindest, most soft-spoken guy you could want to know.

We had become close friends when we were under fire together and still enjoyed touching base as often as possible. I had actually loaned them $10,000 to help them get started with their business and they paid me back in less than three years and have continued repaying me with friendship and excellent service ever since.

Just as I was checking out the next day to go to meet Sammy, I had my second "hunch" and asked Herb to do me a small favor. When I told him of my concern, he smiled and agreed immediately asking that I just leave it to him and he would take care of it.

I drove the 25 miles to meet with Sammy and his new client that afternoon and I have to admit Sammy did well. He had clearly done his homework and as we went through the documents, he seemed to communicate well about each of them without notes. He did take an unusually long time to get it done but the client was pleased and the deal was closed.

Sammy insisted we go out to get some dinner and celebrate. After I called home to leave a message for Em that we were finished and would get an early start for home next morning, then called Samuel to say what a great job Sammy had done, we went to a rather shady looking local club that he knew of.

I recall that I was intending to be careful about how much I drank as I wanted to keep my promise to Em to get an early start in the morning and to be truthful, I still wasn't sure about Sammy.

The evening started off well, in spite of our somewhat sordid environment, but somewhere along the line I lost track and I passed the point of no return, finding myself quite drunk. 

I don't remember much. It seemed like an erotic nightmare with some flashes of scenes involving multiple naked women. I remember seeing two women having sex together. I had flashes of me getting a blowjob and of trying to fuck the ass off someone. When I woke it was almost 5:00 AM, I was in some sleazy motel and I was a mess. 

Sammy was nowhere in sight, in fact, I was alone.

Although it was much harder to do that morning, I have always been able to get myself together after too much the night before. After getting rid of the clothes I wore that night and taking a lengthy shower, I forced down some solid food and headed for home, wondering what it was Sammy was up to.

When I arrived I decided to say nothing to anyone at work about the night Sammy and I had together as I was sure Sammy had done me in and was expecting me to attack him.

One thing I knew I would not be doing for a while at least, was having sex with my wife. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into or more correctly, what Sammy had got me into, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Em hugged and kissed me when I arrived but it just wasn't the same. I'm not sure what it was that was different, but something was and again, on one of those "hunches", I decided not to discuss the previous evening with Em just then either.

Sammy seemed a little embarrassed and uneasy when I arrived at the office the next day but after I said nothing, he seemed to relax and enjoy the congratulatory comments from everyone there. To Samuel's great delight, I told it as though Sammy had done it all.

Samuel did say that he appreciated me supporting Sammy and that he hoped I was not too offended when he didn't stay to celebrate with me. Hmmm. He was there for most of what I could remember, but I smiled and said I didn't mind at all.

Em asked about the trip after dinner the following night, which is also strange. She often asks, but usually when I get home, not a day later.

She asked where we had dinner and where I had stayed and I told her I had returned to Blackton to the same place I had stayed the night before. I didn't know where Sammy went after dinner.

That afternoon I went to our doctor and told him straight out what happened. He set about testing for STD's and also took some blood to see if there was any trace of what had caused me to lose control.

There didn't appear to be any trace of drugs but the doctor said I should have come in as soon as possible after the fact, that there may have been drugs and I had passed them out of my system.

Two weeks later his nurse/secretary called me at work to say that they were about 99.99% sure I was not infected with an STD.

Through all that time it had been all too easy to avoid sex with Em. She seemed more than a little distant and, although that suited me, it also troubled me. It was obvious something was bothering her but I wasn't ready to deal with it just then and let it go. I really didn't have a plan because I wasn't really sure what had happened and, although I suspected Sammy had been in touch with Em, I had no idea what he had told her, so I waited.

Now that I was reasonably sure I wasn't infected, I decided to resume relations with Em and that clearly confirmed we had a problem. As I said, she rarely initiated lovemaking, but even more rarely, refused it and that week she did it twice and after abstinence of about 3 weeks in total. I was sure Sammy was involved but I didn't know exactly how. 

The following Friday Em called my office to ask if I would be home in time for dinner, which again was unusual. When I asked what was going on, she said she had been unwell that week and was now feeling better and looking forward to me getting home. It being Friday, I said I would leave early and be home at 5:00.

At about 4:15 I left the office and arrived in my driveway at 4:55 to find another car, which I thought I recognized as Sammy's. As I walked, almost ran, past it, I could hear it "cooling" and touched the hood to find it warm. Given the temperature had fallen to near freezing that day, he must have arrived in the last few moments.

I went into the house expecting to find Sammy and Em in the kitchen or living room but when I didn't see them there I began to panic. I ran up the stairs to our bedroom and felt immense relief when they weren't there either. In confusion I stopped and in the quiet I could hear noises coming from the guest room next door. I went down the hall and through the door to find a shocked and apparently petrified Sammy just putting his pants on and Em dressed in a kind of hostess gown, buttoned up to the neck, sitting up in the bed.

Tears came to my eyes and I shook my head.

"Em, if you wanted out of the marriage, why not just say so?" I snarled.

"Don't you put this on me you cheater!" was her angry response.

I turned as Sammy ran through the door and past me. As I heard him run down the stairs, I turned back to Em and said, "I'm obviously not the one who is cheating here Em." Then I went back to our bedroom, took my suitcase from the closet and began to pack some clothes, a plan beginning to form in my mind. One thing was for sure, I needed to deal with my issues with Em and Sammy, but I needed to have Samuel see what an asshole his nephew was and deal with him permanently.

"What are you doing? You're not just going to walk away from this!" Em shouted.

I could see now that she was wearing her underwear under her hostess gown as it had opened a little as she entered the room. Clearly Sammy didn't get any just then and from the look of things, Sammy was surprised to see me. 

I think Em may have done a number on him.

"I'm not walking away Em. I've been driven away. Surely you didn't expect me to put up with your fucking around. Did you somehow think I wanted to watch?"

"What's good for the husband is good for the wife!" she paraphrased. "I feel that if you can screw around, so can I!"

I continued to pack my clothes as I said, "Em, I have no idea where you got the idea that I am "screwing around" as you put it, unless your "fuck buddy" told you and why you would believe him over me, I have no idea. I wouldn't have picked you as a cheater in the first place Em but I'm even more shocked that you don't have better taste than him."

"Sure knock him like you've been doing all along. Try to take the credit for all his hard work. Well Ken, he did more than just "tell" me. How do you explain this? Sammy told me you were screwing around on me weeks ago when he left you in Bellville and when I told him I didn't believe him, he got this from a friend of his and gave it to me last Monday."

She handed me a photo of myself, with my partially erect cock about to be taken into the mouth of a rather well endowed, naked woman, both of us with surprised looks in our faces. The photo however was taken in a semi dark room and was a little grainy. 

Plain dumb luck! 

It gave me all I needed.

Plausible deniability! 

"I don't know who this is Em, but it's not me. Where and when was this supposed to have been taken?"

I threw the photo at her and it fluttered to the floor.

A flicker of doubt crossed Em's face but she recovered quickly and said, "It's printed right on the photo. It was taken on January 21st at 7:19PM. You were in Bellville celebrating the sale Sammy made that you tried to take credit for!"

I stopped packing and turned to face her. "Em I'm too upset to remember where I was at that time, but as I recall, after we closed the sale I drove back to Blackton where I stayed the night before, at Green's Motel. It's about 25 miles away from Bellville. And Em, there's no need to go through all this charade. I'm leaving! You can call your fuckbuddy or whatever it is you cheaters are calling yourselves these days and tell him to come back I won't bother you any more. When I'm calmed down from this I'll call you and we can settle our affairs then."

For a moment my conscience almost did me in. The look of fear on Em's face almost made me take her in my arms and tell her everything would be O.K. but I didn't. I had allowed myself to be outmaneuvered by that asshole and right now, in spite of the fact that he had drugged me and framed me that night, he had worked Em to the point where she believed he was a "goody two shoes" and I was a lying cheater who had tried to take credit for his "sale".

"Ken, you know that's you in that picture and so do I" She hesitated for a moment, then added, "I . . . I . . . I didn't have sex with Sammy. I set it up so you would think I did it to get back at you for having sex with that woman." She said in a shaky voice. 

"I don't want you to leave. I don't want a divorce. I just want you to stop this and stop bothering the girls in the secretarial pool." she continued as she picked up the picture.

The secretarial pool! That asshole told her it was me doing what he had done. I brushed past her and picked up my briefcase and began searching through it.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to be sure myself of the facts Em. That's not me in the picture." I said. 

After a brief search, I took out my card file and pulled out the card for Green's Motel and Restaurant, Blackton. I thrust the card at her. "Call them yourself Em and ask them to fax a copy of the motel bill. I'm sure I stayed there that night!"

As I had put myself on defense by doing this, Em regained some of her confidence that she was indeed right in accusing me, but now it would be unfair if she didn't follow through. 

She called the number on the phone and said we were trying to fill in an expense claim and would they please fax a copy of the receipt for my recent stay there. After a brief pause, she thanked the person on the other end and hung up.

"I don't think this will prove anything." She said, some of her confidence returning, "You could have returned there after you left that woman."

This began to appear like it might not work as well as I had thought. I started to zip up my suitcase as I said, "I don't know which hurts more Em, you fucking that slimeball or your insistence on believing him and not me."

For the second time that night, fear was written all over her face. As I picked up my bag and headed for the door, the phone rang with the distinct signal that it was a fax. Em ran to the fax machine and after what seemed an eternity, she lifted the pages as they slowly emerged from the printer. With my chest pounding so loudly I was sure the neighbors could hear it, I watched as tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

She looked up, her face showing she was devastated and said, "What have I done? Oh God Ken, I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me." as she handed me the fax.

"God bless Herb", I thought to myself as I looked over the sheets. Nice touch!

The printout clearly showed a check out time on the morning of the 22nd, which I had expected but included, that I didn't expect, was a list of meal chits including dinner on the night of the 21st , rang in at 7:35 PM, about 15 minutes after I was supposed to be having my picture taken in Bellville about 25 miles away.


The Hunch



It was all I could do to keep a straight face! Sammy you low life son-of-a-bitch, I got you. Now to finish you off!

"I'll call as soon as I calm down Em." I said as I headed for the door.

"Ken no! Please no! That was all a set up. He was nice to me at first but days later he started on about me getting revenge by having sex with him. He even wanted us to do it in our bed. It annoyed me that he would suggest that and I decided to use him and make it look like we had, to get you to stop bothering the women in the secretarial pool. He only arrived just before you. I didn't even call him until after you told me what time you would be home. You must remember. I called you about 3:00!"

"Em right now I'm too upset to remember anything." I lied. 

"You can't just throw away our marriage like this!" she cried.

"It wasn't me who threw it away Em. I'm the husband you refused earlier this week. I'm the husband who came home early and found you in bed, with Sammy just putting his pants back on. It isn't me who threw it away Em."

"I told you it was a set up. I'm sorry. I've made a terrible mess of this but I didn't have sex with Sammy!"

"You're asking me to believe that the one time I get home early and find you in bed, with him just getting dressed, is the only time you fucked him? And even then, you are denying that you've been fucking him at all. Em, even you have to see that's quite a co-incidence."

"But it's true! You have to believe me!"

"Like you believed me before you checked my motel receipt?"

That was a low blow, even for the asshole I was being that night! Once again, I almost gave it all away but I needed Em to be the one to carry out the next part in dealing with Samuel and his nephew. 

Em looked devastated.

Well, I thought to myself, I've already been a lowlife so far tonight, I may as well see it through.

"Em, I love you, I do. But I'm having a tough time believing that you haven't slept with Sammy before this. You've been cold to me for a while now. I don't know what to do, but I do know that Sammy has been parading around the office like a peacock lately and now I fear it's because he has cuckolded me. I'm betting he has told a number of the people at work that he's fucking you. I'm not even sure I can return there now. I have no idea what Samuel is thinking about me."

Em went visibly pale at the thought that Sammy may have told people at the office he was fucking her. I could see her mind working overtime. What might he have said to Samuel?

"Please don't go. I'm sorry, more sorry than you could ever know. I swear that no matter how it looks, I never had sex with Sammy and I never intended to. That's why I called you to be sure of what time you would be home. Please Ken, I'll do anything, anything you want, to make up for this. I know I hurt you. I really thought that was you in the picture." 

Tears were rolling down her cheeks and once again I felt the urge to confess what I was doing but the thought of that prick actually trying to fuck my wife, in my house, in my own bed, kept me on track!

"Anything I want?" I thought to myself. I'll file that one for future reference. This may be a bonus!

"I remember you calling me Em, but I can't remember if it was to get me home early or to check to make sure you had enough time with that asshole! I just can't remember. I'm going to check into the Marriott. I need to think this through."

My heart was breaking as I went out the door and got into my car, leaving Em's pleas behind me. 

"God, please have her take the next step!" I silently prayed.

I drove to the Marriott and checked in. I had stopped at a package store on the way and I was just returning from a trip to the hotel ice machine when the phone rang. It was Samuel! 

"YES!" I silently screamed, throwing my clenched fist up in victory.

"Kenny, don't do anything stupid!" he began. "I'm headed for your place to talk to Em. She's pretty upset! I didn't think I'd ever have to say this but I gather that prick of a nephew of mine is behind it. What the hell are you doing in a hotel?"

"Samuel, I'm not going to discuss this right now other than to tell you that when I got home, I found my wife in bed with Sammy just pulling his pants back on. If Em tells you anything other than that, she's lying."

"Oh shit!" was all I heard him say.

About two and a half hours later my phone rang again.

"What room are you in?" Samuel asked without preamble.

"3416."

I had already had two pretty stiff drinks before he arrived, trying to work up the courage to deal with a very disappointed uncle. But before the night was over, Samuel made it pretty clear he knew he and Em had been duped. He said that he could see from everything he now knew, that Sammy had lied. Em was clearly under the impression that Sammy had built that account himself and that I had tried to steal the credit. 

Samuel, who had really done all the work, knew that I had exaggerated in favor of Sammy, not against him. It seems that Sammy had also convinced Em that I had been carrying on inappropriately with some of the secretarial pool and that Samuel was seriously thinking of replacing me. Samuel then reluctantly told Em of the rumors I had heard when Sammy first arrived and how he hadn't believed me.

Samuel looked at me with the most serious expression I've ever seen and said, "Son, I talked to Em a lot tonight and what I learned about my nephew upset me a great deal, but I'm not as upset as your wife. I was taken in by Sammy, and so was she, but I believe that in her own way, she used Sammy and not the other way around. I don't believe she ever fucked him, nor did she intend to. She just led him to the bedroom in time for you to arrive and find them thinking that might shock you into ending what she thought was your fooling around. If I recall, she didn't even use your bed."

"Yeah! It was the guestroom."

"Go home to your wife Son. I talked to Sammy and pretty much have all the facts now. I'll send him packing first thing in the morning. We apparently have a stock clerk position in the Green Bay yards. He can have that if he wants but he's never coming around here again."

That was what I needed from Samuel. Now I had to go home and confess to Em.

"Oh thank God!" she called out when I walked through the door shortly after 1:00AM. She looked so forlorn that my conscience began to rip me apart.

"What have I done to you? I'm so sorry. I love you Kenny, I do. I'm so sorry I listened to Sammy. I'm sorry I didn't trust you when I should have. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you ask Kenny! Anything! Please tell me you're home to stay!"

"Em, I love you and for what it's worth I forgive you but, things are not as simple as that." I said as I braced myself to tell her what an awful thing I had done to her to get her to find out for herself that Sammy was a slimeball and to have Samuel see it too. Now, given how obvious it was that she had used him herself, I could see that it may not have been necessary for me to do it like I did.

On hearing me say I loved her and forgave her, she rushed into my arms and kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and dueling with mine. I could feel arousal surging through my body as Em wasn't normally like this and we had abstained due to my need to be tested and then her subsequent refusals.

Talk about a moral dilemma!

She broke the kiss and began to slide down my body, stopping long enough to undo my belt and pull my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. My arousal was complete in spite of my nagging conscience, but this time my conscience led me to say, "Em, you don't have to do this!"

She stood and looked into my eyes. She seemed sad, perhaps even frightened, and I knew I needed to tell her the truth. However, before I could begin she said, "Kenny, I need this. You have forgiven me but I need this to forgive myself! I know there have been things in our lovemaking that you wanted to do and wanted me to do. Please, please give me a chance to make this up to you and forgive myself. Please!" 

And with that she took my swollen cock into her mouth and began to suck on it. 

I think that if I were analytical about it, I would have to say that her skills weren't all that great, but I was so excited from my abstinence and even more so, that this woman whom I loved so much, would do it for me, that I pushed my raving conscience aside and let her continue. After nearly bringing me off and me warning her I was about to cum, she stopped and looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "Tell me how you want me to do it."

"You're doing wonderfully Babe." I said, almost out of breath.

She smiled a little and went back to her cocksucking and moments later I gently pushed her to let her know I was on the verge.

"Hnnnn. Hnnnn." She hummed, with my cock still in her mouth, simultaneously letting me know she was going to have me cum in her mouth and putting me over the top! 

My legs would barely hold me up and she tenaciously continued to milk my cock until I was too weak to stand. I slumped into our hallway chair.

"Em, that was fantastic!" I whispered, barely able to get my breath. 

"I love you." I continued, as I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself. I could feel her tense up as I did, but as the kiss lasted, she relaxed, then became quite passionate again.

When we finally broke the kiss and our breathing returned to normal, I began once again, "Em,"

"Kenny, please," she interrupted, "please let's not talk about anything else tonight. Please don't say anything other than what you want me to do and know I want to do it for you, for us. Please let's talk about the rest of it another time."

I am weak! 

In spite of my need to tell her the truth I'm going to put it off a bit. 

This I cannot turn down.

After asking her to come to our bed naked, I took her in my arms and kissed her, then held her as I said, "Em, that was the most fantastic lovemaking I have ever had. I want to hold you for a while then have my way with you again before we sleep."

Her enthusiastic kiss was her answer.

After several minutes of hugging and kissing and some gentle stroking of her breasts, I could feel her arousal and that only fueled mine. I kissed her neck, shoulders and breasts, stopping long enough to suckle on each nipple for a while. What an amazing feeling to have each nipple become hard as my tongue lashed at it. As soon as I kissed her bellybutton and twirled my tongue in it, Em realized where I was headed.

"Kenny, this is supposed to be me doing things for you."

"Then shut up Em and do this for me. Lie there and let me do it. This IS what I want." I said, looking up over her magnificent breasts into her eyes. 

Her smile was odd. I couldn't tell if it was her being resigned to letting me do what I wanted or . . . something else!

I continued my trip "south" trailing my tongue over Em's well toned body and was pleased immensely when she spread her legs as I reached "home base". I pushed up and over her leg, laying on my stomach between her legs and began to trail my tongue all around the outside, occasionally licking right up the middle. On the very few times she had let me get this far before, she had had a bit too much to drink. This time she was stone cold sober and her body reactions, unaffected by the alcohol, were vivid indeed. I knew her clit would swell and become prominent but I didn't know that it would become this large.

As I latched on to it and sucked it, at first slowly, then more furiously until her whole body shuddered and she cried out "Kenny I love you!" cumming more forcefully than I could ever recall.

When I calmed down enough to do so, I set the record straight. "Em, I do love to do that to you. Don't assume it's meant only for you."

"Yes Dear!" she said kissing me.

We laid there for quite a while enjoying the aftermath, or at least as much as I could, knowing that sooner or later I was going to have to tell her what I had done, when she said, "I know I have no right to ask you for anything right now but there's one thing I'd like."

"Em, after what we just did, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you!"

"Good! Kenny, I really enjoyed what we just did and I still want to make it up to you by having you tell me and show me the things you want me to do, but please, can we leave off talking about anything to do with my stupidity for at least a week. I'm really embarrassed about what I did and I just don't want to talk it out just now. I want to show you how much I love you and how much I appreciate your forgiveness. I'll gladly be your slave for the week."

Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that my wife would actually plead with me to allow her to fulfill my own desires. The look in her eyes made her the best actress in the world or someone who truly wanted to have me show and tell her what my sexual fantasies were. In moments I had made my deal with my own conscience. 

Next Saturday night, one week from now, I would tell Em that, although drugged, that was me in the picture, I did apparently have sex with someone Sammy set me up with, that I had sought some comforting hugs and kisses but had avoided sex with her until I could be sure I hadn't picked up anything nasty, that I knew she hadn't fucked Sammy and that I pretended to leave her in the hopes she would contact Samuel and start him on the road to dealing with his nephew.

But, as this had the potential to damage our relationship or maybe even end it, I was going to enjoy the hell out of this week!

We slept until late Saturday afternoon when I was awakened by another blowjob. This time Em stopped frequently to ask if I liked this or that and she was soon doing it as well as I could imagine it could be done. After a while, I asked her to mount me and when she did, I played with her tits rolling the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until they were hard as rocks. Then I slipped my hand down to where we were joined and rubbed my thumb on her once again hard clitoris. I sensed she was resisting me and whispered, "Just let it come Babe!" and in moments her orgasm overtook her and immediately triggered my own.

After resting for a while, we showered together for the first time in our lives and went downstairs for a bite to eat. A thought struck me.

"Hey Babe, how about we put on our best and have a late dinner at the club?"

She didn't keep me waiting long that night but even if she had, it would have been worth it."

"Emily Dalston, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world and I am the luckiest guy to be able to take you out and show you off." 

Her whole being shone as she smiled at my most sincere compliment! She modeled a red cocktail dress that molded itself to her body from just above the knees to just above her breasts with a very nice looking cleavage displayed in between.

Dinner was great and Em certainly attracted a great deal of attention from most others there. Several times I had the opportunity to tell her how great she looked. She is a great dancer and I love to dance, so we had a wonderful time. After a while, we went into the lounge and over coffee and liqueurs, Em whispered in my ear, "I'm your slave remember. Tell to do something naughty."

I remember one other night when she was more than a little inebriated, when I had tried to get her to remove her bra and panties for the drive home. I didn't get anywhere that time so I decided to try again.

She smiled at my request and stood up taking her bag to the ladies room, returning several minutes later wearing a mischievous grin.

We finished our drinks, signed the chit and headed for the parking lot where, after opening her door for her, I slipped my arms around from behind, inside her dress and felt her bare nipples become hard against the palm of my hands. As she sat in her seat, I kissed her on the shoulder and whispered, "You are beautiful Em. I love you!".

On the way home I put my hand on her bare thigh and gently stroked her, working my way up to her pussy. She quickly pulled her dress up to her hips and spread her legs to accommodate me and I was soon fingering her, having found her to be quite wet and aroused. I was taken back by how quickly she reached orgasm.

As she came down from that high, she leaned against my shoulder. After a short while she pulled down my zipper and fished my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants and gently stroked me the rest of the way home.

Once in the door, I took her in my arms and kissed her somewhat gently, wanting her to see and feel that this was not only lust, but love too. 

Then lust took over. 

"I want to fuck you while you are still wearing that dress." I whispered in her ear.

I could see her in the semidarkness as she pulled away from me, slipped the straps off her shoulders, freeing her tits, then walked to the back of the big easy chair, bent over it, spread her legs and pulled up the back of the dress.

I stripped in record time and my steel hard cock led me across the room where I plunged in from behind. Visions of her stroking my cock in the car on the way home, her kissing me, and the naughtiness of having her over the chair like this, all conspired to push me over the top and I soon came, deep within her. We slumped to the floor out of breath and happy.

We showered together for the second time in our lives, dried each other off and entwined ourselves in our bed as we drifted of into a contented sleep.

Sunday morning I tried to return the favor from awakening Saturday and wake her with my mouth on her pussy. It worked well except that she was already awake and spread herself to accommodate me. I said someday I would really wake her that way and she said she'd be happy to let me keep trying. 

I have died and gone to heaven!

After breakfast we dressed and went back to the club for nine holes. There we met John and Mary Stolden and ended up playing 18 with them and enjoying it immensely. Em played very well and it occurred to me that I should have been paying more attention. I loved the wonderful smile she gave me when I was able to compliment her playing.

We ended up staying for dinner with our friends and set up a date to play again in two weeks. I had a brief fling with my conscience again just then because it occurred to me that we may not be talking to each other two weeks from now, but I let it pass.

We made slow gentle love that night and given that I had cum several times already through the weekend, it lasted quite long.

Monday and Tuesday I left the office early. On Monday we went and did some grocery shopping together and on Tuesday, Em said she would like to buy some new clothing and would I come and let her know what I liked. I've never been in a woman's lingerie shop before but we were having so much fun together that I never felt uncomfortable.

We had a great night having her model her new lingerie and we fucked ourselves to exhaustion afterward.

The rest of the week went by without much more lovemaking but with us doing more things together. We finally got around to digging out the small garden she wanted under the bay window and we visited her cousin Marge who had moved to a town nearby several weeks ago.

Then it was Saturday!

Over a late lunch at our kitchen table I began, "Em, I kept my promise and we didn't talk about anything related to our issues with Sammy for a week, but now it's time." I began. 

The smile on her face fell. 

"Do we have too?" she asked.

"Yes Em, we do!"

"I never fucked him . . I, " she began before I interrupted

"I know that Em. I'm the one who has to confess now."

Em looked startled, then obvious concern spread across her face. I couldn't read that look and tension flooded my chest.




The Hunch



"Em I love you. I have since not long after we met. This week has been more wonderful than I could ever have imagined and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. In fact that's why we have to talk. A marriage, in order to last that long, has to be based on trust and each of us has to earn and cherish that trust. I have to tell you that I have not been totally truthful with you."

Em's face screwed up with concern.

"Em, it's true that I was angry and upset that you trusted Sammy, but I'm sorry to say that he did tell you part of the truth. He didn't tell you that he drugged me and that he arranged for that woman, or maybe even those women, to have sex with me. That was me in the picture. I was not there willingly and I avoided sex with you after I realized what had happened because I had to be tested to make sure I hadn't caught anything. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how many lies Sammy had told and whether you would believe me. I pretended to be angry when I got home that day because I wanted to maneuver you into going to Samuel for help. I tried to tell you that when I came back home that night but you stopped me. I'm sorry Em. I do love you."

In my embarrassment I had been looking down but I felt she had the right to look me in the eyes so I looked up to see a tear rolling down her cheek and a smile on her face.

"Kenny, I knew all that!"

"WHAT!"

"Samuel told me he was sure that Sammy had done something like that and besides, after you confronted me that night and insisted it was not you and after I had spoken with Samuel and discovered that Sammy was every bit the weasel you said he was, I looked at the picture again and realized two things. One, the picture quality was low enough that it might not have been you and two, that mole under your chin on the left side was clearly visible, making me positive it was you."

"Em, why did you let me make you do all those things?"

Em's face went almost scarlet! Her smile turned from one of amusement to one of embarrassment and discomfort.

"Kenny," she began, " I've wanted to do those things with you for a long time. I resisted at first because, somehow I saw them as not what a respectable wife does, but there were a few times when we had been drinking that I didn't resist as much and they were great! I have always worried about what you would think of me if I asked you to do them or even let you have your own way without the booze as an excuse for me to indulge. When you were pretending to be angry and I was upset and willing to do whatever it took to make it up to you for trusting Sammy, I was actually aroused at the idea of HAVING to do what you wanted me to. 

If you made me do things, then the responsibility was yours. It was unlikely that you would tell me to do anything you would be upset about or disrespect me for doing. For a while, it looked like you were going to confess and I didn't want that to happen, so I begged you not to talk about it for a week so that you would have me as your slave.

Kenny, I've loved all the things we did together and I'm sorry we didn't do them before and I'm looking forward to doing more with you. I love you!"

Epilogue: 

As I said, following those hunches made a major change in my life. 

Now, I'm sure you are thinking that from that moment on we had kinky sex every day, but that's not so. We did for several months though but the fact is, our sex life has been drastically reduced for the past two years and Em has just told me the news that it will be impaired for quite a while yet. Our almost two year old son is about to have a sibling and Em and I couldn't be happier.

We have discussed it many times and have agreed to stop at two children and I have a "hunch" that, as time and circumstance permit, we'll get back to that wonderful sex, but in the meantime, we're going to enjoy loving each other and having a family.



The Hunchback of Notre Dame



Thanks to the Right Rev. Rumple Foreskin for very helpful editorial suggestions. Thanks to fcdc for assistance in navigating the Notre Dame campus. Absolutely no disrespect is intended to the University of Notre Dame or its mission, or to persons who suffer from kyphosis.

*

"...but we only call her that — behind her back!" Todd delivered the predictable snark.

Appalled, Jason watched as his roommate howled with laughter. "Don't you think that's immature?"

"Sure, man, but who cares!"

"Leave me out of it," said Jason. "She's a human being. How would you like it?"

Todd shrugged. Word had spread like wildfire on the Notre Dame campus that one of the new freshmen had the condition commonly known as "dowager's hump." Not surprisingly, the gossip fiends had promptly dubbed her "the hunchback of Notre Dame."

A few buildings away, the young lady in question was feeling some trepidation about the first day of class. Unlike Jason, Josie enjoyed a single room with a private bath to herself. It had not been difficult to convince the administration that the young lady needed privacy due to her condition. Personal hygiene, in particular, was a matter best kept from prying eyes.

Now as she brushed her teeth, she studied her petite reflection in the mirror. Would college be much different from high school? Maybe when people turned nineteen or twenty, they had a bit more in the way of social graces. Or maybe this particular locale, this school, was a nicer place to be. Josie turned sideways, eying her slender figure, studying the curved profile of her back. She very much hoped so.

***

French class began about as Josie expected. A few of her peers murmured things like "Oh!" at the sight of her. Only one person openly stared, but looked away when Josie looked her in the eye. The freshman took a seat in the last row. At least there, no one would face her spine.

Just as the professor began speaking, someone came skidding through the door and dove for the nearest desk, the one beside her. Jason caught his breath, looked over and said, "Hello." In so doing, he became the first student on campus to offer her that courtesy.

"Hi." The smile Josie spared him was genuine, but brief; her feelings of self-defense held her back from saying more. She made an obvious display of concentrating on the professor's words. She didn't look at her new classmate as the syllabus was passed around.

Had she seen his face, she might have realized the effect she had on him. Jason thought to himself that he would remember that cute smile forever. Her pixie-like features were permanently etched in his mind. A few freckles dashed their way across her cheeks and tiny nose. Her eyes were blue as a summer sky. Her hair was a cap of dark red, the lowest wisps barely grazing the nape of her neck. Jason was utterly captivated.

"We must begin right away," Mme. Alexandre honked like a goose. "Who here does not have the textbook?"

A few kids raised their hands, Jason among them. Most of them blushed at their lack of preparation.

Madame was clearly displeased. "Okay, you, you and you. Share with the person next to you."

Dismayed, Josie opened her book and gave it a half-hearted little push in Jason's direction. Past social experiences had made her wary, and she would rather have kept to herself.

To her relief, the guy next to her seemed to be a gentleman. Or, she mused, maybe even a scholar. At least he must be a serious student, for he actually seemed to be paying attention to the class. Not once did he appear to even notice her back. Josie offered up a silent prayer of thanks for that.

They went through the verbal drills. Madame honked out the lead and directed her charges to follow. By the end of the class, every student had recited a few simple sentences and conjugated the basic verbs.

Jason thanked Josie for sharing her text and packed up his notebook. He noticed that she didn't carry a backpack. He wondered if it was too painful for her to carry one, but didn't dare ask.

He left the class reflecting on how pretty she was, and started thinking up a way to ask her out.

***

Back in Keenan Hall, Jason dug up as much information as he could about the condition known as dowager's hump. He found out that the clinical term was kyphosis, or if the condition was severe, hyperkyphosis. He studied the various causes. It was silly to think he might somehow help her. She probably knew all of this stuff already, and more. Nonetheless ... maybe there was something he could do. He just didn't know what, yet.

Of course! Jason slapped his forehead. How could he be such an idiot? Josie didn't need clinical help. She needed a friend. He smiled and reached for the phone. His mom would be glad to hear that one of her lessons had sunk in.

The next morning Jason took his place beside Josie in French class. "Brought my own book this time," he showed it to her.

Josie gave him the same small smile, and again, only the briefest of glances. "Congratulations."

He wanted her attention. "I'm Jason." He stuck out his hand, making it impossible for her to ignore him further.

She shook his hand and appeared to take him a bit more seriously. "Josie."

He knew what she saw: a ruddy-cheeked fellow with brown hair, blue eyes a few shades darker than hers. He was rather ordinary-looking. Jason knew this about himself, and built on it. He tried to make himself look as non-threatening as possible. Putting on his best friendly smile, he offered, "Nice to meet you."

To his delight, her eyes twinkled a little bit. "You, too," she replied. Then, with a nod, she turned her attention to the front of the class.

The drills that day were similar, except Madame directed the students to break into pairs to practice conversation. The couple in the back recited the foreign words to one another, along with everyone else. Fifty people speaking out loud at the same time made quite a hubbub. Jason leaned close to hear Josie's soprano.

He complimented her. "Your pronunciation is really good."

"My grandparents were French. My last name is Baptiste."

"So you're Joey the Baptist?" he joked. "That'd be a great name for a mafia hit man."

Josie laughed. "Yeah, I'll play youse a tune on my violin." She mimicked a south side Chicago accent.

Jason took his cue. "Hey, how about studying with me? I could really use the help."

Josie's giggling faded and she hesitated. But then she smiled and said, "Okay."

"Great!" He gave her his number.

Josie thought, I hope he's not making fun of me. But she felt like she had to take a chance, sooner or later, on rubbing elbows with the human race.

He was not making fun of her, and he did not stand her up, as she half-suspected he might. And she did help Jason with his pronunciation. The two fell into a regular pattern of meeting to study on Sunday afternoons and Wednesday evenings.

"Formidable!" she enthused. "You're really getting the hang of it!"

Jason grinned. "I just wish there was something I could help you with." He was thinking about her kyphosis.

"Know anything about calculus? I suck at it." Josie wrinkled her nose.

Jason laughed. "Oh, yeah, that's easy. Where are you stuck?" It turned out that he was three levels ahead of her in the subject. Jason was delighted. More studying meant more Josie.

He developed quite a crush on his fellow freshman. He was pleased to discover she could hold up her end of a conversation. Jason loved unraveling the mysteries of human nature, and it seemed that Josie did, too. In addition, once you got to know her, she had a terrific sense of humour.

He wanted so badly to ask her out, but labored under the impression that she needed time to get to know him better. Who could blame her? Undoubtedly she had put up with a lot of crap because of her deformity. So Jason bided his time, paying attention to French and calculus.

He made it through the third week of September, but finally, it was like having to pee. As they packed up their books, Jason drew a deep breath.

"Josie," he said, and stopped.

"Yes?"

"I wonder if you would -- I mean -- are you seeing anyone?"

"Why do you ask?" Her tone was cautious.

"Would you like to go see a movie," he blurted.

"Sure. I thought you'd never ask. Whaddya want to go see?"

Jason laughed. He rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know," and a big goofy grin spread across his features. "I didn't think of that."

She giggled and squeezed his hand with her small one. Laughing, they went in search of the movie listings.

***

A lovers' moon shone down as they walked home from the theater. In the dark, the autumn leaves seemed to have a stronger scent. Jason wanted to take Josie by the hand, but after what had happened during the film, he hesitated.

At one point he had settled his arm around her petite shoulders. Josie froze. She leaned forward, turned toward him, and lifted his arm away. She didn't say anything. In the dim light, Jason could not interpret the look on her face, but he got the message. Her response was clearly a negative one.

Now he tried to make small talk about the actors, but the words died on his lips. He was kicking himself for trying to touch her. Obviously this was a sensitive part of her life. Maybe there was physical pain, too. Maybe he should have asked first, or waited longer...

Josie detected his silent funk, and swallowed. "Hey," she touched his sleeve. "Want to have a seat?" She gestured at a nearby bench.

Jason's eyebrows lifted. "Ah, sure."

He sat down, and Josie circled around, placing herself as if they were sitting in an old-fashioned loveseat. She twisted a little to face him.

"I wanted to explain."

He waved a hand of dismissal. "You don't owe me anything, Josie."

She smiled. "I know. That's one of the things I like about you, you don't make me feel pressured. But I would like to..."

Here, she paused, collecting her words. By no means did she intend to tell him everything. But she did like him, and she wanted to -- to --

Jason waited.

"I like you," she nodded at him. "Please understand I'm very sensitive about my back."

"I understand. I'd never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable."

"So it's okay, all right? I don't want you to go around worrying, like you did something wrong, or something." She looked at him intently.

Jason looked into her face. He lost all coherent thought. Without thinking, he leaned forward, and kissed her.

Josie met his soft kiss, and after a moment, returned it. Lightly she dipped her tongue into his mouth, inviting him. A thrill coursed through Jason's body. He kissed her with more passion. He wanted to touch her, but wasn't sure how.

Josie took his hands, and guided them to her waist. She pulled back for a moment. "Here," she said as if reading his thoughts, "touch me here."

Carefully, as if handling fine crystal, Jason caressed Josie below her ribs. In his arms she felt so slender and light, so fragile. She surprised him by leaning her body into his; her arms wrapped around him fully. He dared to reach around to the small of her back. There was some kind of softness there, and a quivering. He made his touch very gentle.

He spoke into her delicate ear, telling her how beautiful she was. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He wished they weren't wearing jackets, or even clothes at all. How sweet it would be to feel her diminutive body against his, with nothing between them.

By now Jason had an erection. He was dying to caress her body more extensively but was loathe to push her too far. So he pulled away, kissing the side of her face as he retreated.

"God, Josie. You do know how to make a man crazy."

"I don't mean to." She offered him a smile, eyebrows lifted a bit. "I'd really like to talk to you."

***

Jason did not get back to his room until well after midnight. Predictably, his roommate was still up, drinking beer and watching porn.

"How was your date with the humpback!" he guffawed. "Did ya hump her?"

Jason fixed him with a cold eye. "Shut up."

Todd staggered up from the computer. "I'll say whatever the hell I want. I'm not the one dating a fucking crip."

Swift as a striking snake, Jason hooked his heel around the back of Todd's knee. Todd crashed to his knees with a look of surprise. "What the fuck—"

Jason pushed the older man's chest to the floor, shoved his arm up between the shoulder blades. He grabbed Todd's nose.

"I swear to God, I'll snap it."

Todd whined. He had underestimated Jason. "Okay!" he gasped. "I'll lay off, man, get off me!"

Jason lifted his knee out of his roommate's back. "Don't you ever talk about her again."

Breathing heavily, he let Todd go.

Without another word, he stalked into the bedroom, stripped to his briefs, and climbed into the top bunk. He forced his anger aside -- his roommate was a jerk, not worth thinking about. Instead he returned, willfully, to his conversation with Josie.

"How did you manage it?" he asked. They were at ease with one another now.

"My parents intervened. I still had to take gym class, but I got the shower to myself."

Jason thought about this for a moment. They had walked down to the grotto, and were sitting side by side on a gentle hill, enjoying the starlight.

"And I've been dying to ask, why did you come to Notre Dame? You must have known what people would say."

"My father is an alum. I've actually been visiting this campus for years. It's a good school, and in the end, I took a leap of faith. I feel like, at a certain level, this community values compassion. It just has to."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sounds of night. Small creatures spoke their non-human language. A light wind caressed a nearby tree, and the leaves made a sound like rustling linens.

"I'm sorry you had to put up with so much crap."

"It's okay. After a while you learn that there are some people who are just small-minded, and there are others who are real human beings. You're one of the latter, you know," she finished.

"I'm glad. Listen, Josie --"

She waited, listening, while he tried to find a way to speak his feelings.

"I'd like you to -- to see only me. Would that be all right?"

"Yeah," she smiled in the darkness. "I'd like that a lot. Does that go both ways?"

"Yeah," he turned to her and kissed her. It seemed the most natural thing then, to lie down on the breast of the earth. Jason fingered the wisps at the nape of Josie's neck. He could not get over how soft her hair was.

"You're so sweet," he murmured. "I'm sorry there are so many jerks in the world."

Thinking of her now, of her tender kiss, Jason let his hand drift down below his waist. "Josie," he mumbled as he touched himself. "Make love with me, Josie. I want you."

***

Jason courted Josie as well as he knew how. Though he was only nineteen, he had been raised by loving parents, and his gut instinct was good: treat others with kindness, courtesy and respect. He worked hard to give her the best part of himself.

The young woman responded in kind. It was an unavoidable fact that, due to her deformity, she had witnessed some of the uglier sides of human behavior. So it was that her new boyfriend's humane ways soon won her over. Long ago she had been able to tell when someone was just feeling sorry for her. Jason's authenticity was clear, and attractive.

She soon knew that she wanted to be with him sexually, but she was terribly nervous; terribly afraid. Would he find her to be freakish? After considerable thought, she hit upon a plan: she would sleep with him (presuming he would want to) just before the mid-semester break in October. That way, if he hated the sight of her, they would both be leaving campus for while. The break would give them both some time to cool things down. It would make a kind of chronological safety net.

She took a short weekend home, to see the family doctor.

The second week in October seemed to rush toward Josie, and take forever at the same time. Sometimes after being with Jason, she masturbated, thinking of him. What would he be like in bed? She rather thought he would be the same man she knew: loving and warm. Still, when she considered explicitly what sex with him might feel like, she held her breath. She even prayed. Please, God, don't let him be grossed out by the sight of me. Amen.

At last the fateful evening arrived. Jason had taken her out to dinner, off campus. He had contrived to borrow a friend's car; she was impressed that he had taken the trouble to do so.

At her door, she invited him in. They sat on the futon. She guided his hands to her breasts. With a look in her eye, she helped him pull open her shirt.

"Oh god, Josie," he moaned. Full of wonder, awe and desire, he massaged her feminine flesh. Josie moaned, too. How good it felt! To be touched by a man -- and such a man! His sweetness had swept her off her feet long ago.

Knees around his hips, she arched her back, pressing her breasts into her lover's hands. "Jason..." Her clear blue eyes met his.

His face was flushed a dark pink. His hands coursed down her ribs and his mouth fell to her succulent strawberries. He tended them one at a time, nibbling a little and sucking a lot.

The oral attention made Josie weak in the knees. Her pulse pounded between her legs. A shiver went down her spine.

"I want you. Do you want me?" Her eyes were hopeful and laced with desire.

He almost laughed. "What do you think, Josie?" He pressed her hand to the hardness between his legs. "Jesus, I've wanted you for weeks. Don't you know that?"

She drew in a deep breath. "All right, then..." She wanted to tell him, wanted to explain that she was different from his race, but it didn't seem like words at this point would make a difference.

Josie took her shirt by the collar, and slowly pulled it back.

Jason's mouth fell open.

Her back was not the curve of a dowager's hump. Her back was not, entirely, even made of skin. On her back were -- undeniably -- 

wings.

Jason's eyes went as big as hubcaps as he watched the hawk wings come into view. Their proud and glorious red was the same shade as her hair. He gaped, unable to even utter an expletive.

Josie watched his eyes, watching, oh, so carefully, to see his reaction.

Tears sprang into his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he choked. "My god, Josie, you've hidden this beauty from the world --"

The bird-woman breathed a sigh of relief, and fell into his arms. She spoke into his neck. "You don't think I'm gross."

"God, no! How could anyone? You're incredibly beautiful."*

They both cried, but soon their tears were undone by passionate kisses. They fumbled away their clothes. Jason could not ever lie on top of such a beautiful creature; so like an angel was she to him. She straddled him, slowly impaling herself on his cock, spreading her labia with her hands to ease his entrance.

He gazed up in wonder at the angel who rode him. His hands guided her hips down. In the backlight of her desk lamp, he watched the divine woman settle at his groin. It was all he could do not to cum then and there, so beautiful and erotic was the sight. 

Jason traced her breasts, her flat stomach, her arms. He slid his hands down her thighs and up again, looking at her. As if to ask permission, he sent her a question with his eyes, and seeing her glad assent, he burrowed his fingers into her pubic hair. It wasn't like hair, at all. The soft fluffy patch at the base of her belly was like goose down. Her soft plumules whispered and swayed.

Instinctively he thrust upward. Josie moaned at the delightful sensation of his spear invading her core. Jason rested his hands on her fragile shoulders, flexing his hips, seeing her lovely breasts moving in time.

To his amazement, Josie spread her wings as her arousal became more intense. Wider, wider spread the dark red wings. She unfurled her wingspan all the way, until the tips of her feathers nearly met the walls of the tiny dorm room.




The Hunchback of Notre Dame



Jason cupped one hand around her mound. He parted the soft feathery hair and probed until he found her clit. He teased around the spot he knew was so sensitive, grazing it with his fingertip from time to time. His lover's wings began to beat the air, creating a wind in the room. On the desk, her homework shifted as if an invisible person were studying. The curtains stirred.

A sheen of sweat broke out on her breasts and abdomen. "Please!" she cried. Jason stabbed at her clit and drove his cock home, as deep as it would go.

Josie arched her back and cried out! Her cum-cry pierced like the sound of a hawk, echoing through a wild sky. Her muscles shook, inside and out, shaking him with her, as if she gripped him in her talons. Jason bucked up against her, firing his orgasm deep inside her slender body. His own groans, loud as they were, were only mild echoes compared to her sharp cry.

They held one another through the trembling descent. Slowly Josie's wings folded down, easing down, returning to their resting position. Jason stared at the curvature behind her neck. He saw now how she could pass as having kyphosis. Perhaps it was the only disguise her species had, if they were to walk among the human race.

Josie was looking into his eyes the way all men wanted to be looked at. Her love, warmth and joy for him were clearly evident. She cupped his face in her hands. "I think I'm in love with you."

Jason didn't flinch. "Josie, I know I love you."

Her heart poured with happiness. "I'd like you to meet my parents."

***

Jason told himself he shouldn't have been surprised at Josie's mother. Dr. Baptiste was like a carbon copy of her daughter, looking only a tad older. Her back, too, showed the curvature he now knew was a graceful pair of folded wings.

Mr. Baptiste was a bit harder to place. His eyes were dark blue, like Jason's. There the similarities ended. Josie's dad had a full head of dark hair, so dark it was almost black. Jason had no idea where the man's ancestors might have come from. The fellow was kind of spooky, though -- his eyes seemed to miss nothing.

"So you're Jason," he extended his hand. "We've heard all about you. I'm Steve."

Jason shared a firm handshake with Steve Baptiste. He wanted to say, "I'm in love with your daughter. Do you mind if I marry her?" But it seemed a crazy thing to say, so instead he made a joke. "I'm sure none of it's true."

The old saw had the intended effect. A laugh broke the ice, and they all wandered out to the back deck. "It isn't too late in the season for a barbecue," Steve observed. He put Jason to work flipping burgers. Steve went into the house, trailed by his daughter. Jason found himself alone with Josie's mom.

They sat across from one another at a picnic table. "How much do you know?"

Instantly an image popped into Jason's mind: Josie astride him, naked, her wingspan full and magnificent. He blushed a deep red. "Just that you have wings."

Caroline Baptiste let the young man off the hook. She already knew that Jason was sleeping with her daughter. "I meant, our history," she clarified. "Has Josie discussed our race with you?"

"She said you would explain it better." To give himself something to do, Jason poured himself a drink from the pitcher. He offered some lemonade to the lady, but she declined.

He listened as Josie's mother explained the species. She directed him to consider the many variations of humans and human-like creatures in the world. Caroline had devoted her life to researching the evolution of her family line.

"Do you know what a chimera is?"

Something from an old biology lecture surfaced in Jason's mind. He furrowed his brow. "I think so. Isn't that the name for a being whose body parts come from two or more species?"

"Yes, more or less, that's right." Dr. Baptiste nodded approval. "I haven't been able to discover how the blood of the hawk got into my family's veins. But a clinical examination of our tissue reveals undeniable proof. Genetically speaking, the women in my line are part hawk, part human. And I've been able to trace the line for over two hundred years."

"How many people know about this?"

Caroline laughed. "You could say, everyone and no one. My work has been published in a few academic journals. But it's routinely dismissed as bunk. I'm sure you can see why."

A shadow fell over the table. Startled, the young man looked up. It was Josie! She flew overhead, calling down, but her words were indistinct.

Smoothly the hawk-woman circled to a graceful landing about ten yards away. Jason could only stare.

"Oh, that felt good," said his girlfriend. "I haven't stretched my wings in weeks." She strode toward them, looking like an athlete in peak condition.

The simple presentation overwhelmed Jason entirely. He stuttered some nonsense, then came up with, "I better check the burgers."

***

Jason followed the arc of Josie's wings. He ran his fingers along her feathers as far as he could reach. "Does that feel nice?"

"Yes," Josie smiled. "It's kind of like having someone stroke your hair." She demonstrated, smoothing her fingers over his temple.

He lifted her to the top bunk. She weighed so little! He remained standing, placed her on the edge of the mattress and gentled her thighs apart. Lovingly he nosed into her down. "N'gah," she gurgled, "oh god..." Jason licked her swollen sex, tasting her clean, earthy flavor. He buried his face in her wet valley, pulling back just enough to flick his tongue at her clit. Josie bucked her hips erratically, signaling her imminent orgasm. Her feathers fluttered excitedly. Encouraged, Jason picked up the pace. He squeezed her ass and held her firmly as his tongue darted and poked at her pearl. His hawk-woman squirmed and whined. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and with a sudden piercing cry, Josie came on his face.

Jason shivered. Could a man hear that and not be moved? Josie stroked her lover's hair, smiling and gasping, almost laughing with joy. "Get up here!"

Swiftly he climbed up and joined her on his bed. Josephine kissed his wet face, tasting her rain on his skin. "Lie back," she whispered. Gratified, he did so, knowing he was the only man in the world for her.

Josie took her time, exploring Jason's neck and chest. She nosed around his nipples, teasing them to erection. "Mmmm..." she nuzzled his chest hair. She marveled at the way his hair grew in an unbroken path to his groin, where it thickened into fur. Moving steadily downward, she took bits of his hair between her lips, pulling lightly. Jason reveled in her caresses. Her frank enjoyment of his body was at once exciting and humbling.

Josie floated above her lover, wings spread wide. She mouthed his manhood, provoking his moans of pleasure. His delight vibrated through her body. She worked to please him further, sucking and rolling her tongue around his shaft. What she lacked in technical skill, she made up for in passion. Her breasts poked against his thighs.

Groaning, Jason dug his fingers into her hair, finding the delicate underlayer of down. "Oh, baby." He urged her up, so their faces were close together, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her juices were still on his lips.

"Take me. I want to feel you cum inside me," she whispered.

"I want to cum inside you. Mount me, angel, sit down on my cock..." he was so drunk with passion he could hardly get the words out.

The bird of prey spread her limbs and slid her whole body up his. The split of her sex aligned with his cock, almost gripping him like a hand. She inched her way north until the head of his cock was just touching her soaking wet entrance. Jason held her hips and slid home.

They both groaned at the penetration. Josie's torso cracked like a bullwhip in unexpected orgasm. Pinions flapping wildly, she shouted his name. Drops of sweat flew from her nipples as she bounced around on Jason's body. Her vaginal muscles convulsed, making her lover's head spin.

"Oh god, Josie! I can't hold out!" With a rushing thrust of his hips, Jason gave her his gift. Together they thrashed around, lost in the sudden culmination of their lust. One of her wings knocked over his alarm clock. It hit the floor and smashed. Neither of them paid it any attention.

Gradually they returned to earth. "I love you," she panted.

"I love you, too."

Josie toppled forward, landing on her lover's heaving chest. Jason slid his arms around the small of her back. He waited until her wings folded down, and petted them. He bussed her forehead, cuddling his angel in a loving embrace.

"You know, sweetie, you really are beautiful."

"So are you." Her eyes smiled into his.

Jason shifted to one side, propping his head up with his elbow. "What I mean is, you walk around letting the world think you're ugly, and it simply isn't true. I have to say it kind of bugs me."

She simply stared at him, so he continued. "I've been thinking a lot lately, Josie, and I wonder why you don't come out."

"What would that solve?" Her tone was almost angry. She moved away from him. "How would it be better? Don't you think I'd be even more of a freak than I already am?"

Jason remained calm. "I don't think so, Josie. I think people would respect you for having the guts to tell the truth. I think the hiding makes you come across as lacking self-confidence."

Her eyes flashed with anger. "Really." Her voice was curt. But Jason had struck home. Deep down, she knew what he said was true.

For a few minutes, there was silence. "I'm not trying to hurt you. I think friendship includes honesty." He spoke as gently as he could.

Josie softened. "I know," she sighed. She closed her eyes. "I guess in my heart, I know you're right. So how would you propose I do this?"

Jason smiled. "I have an idea."

***

The theatre department had been easy to convince. They were looking for ideas for the spring play, anyway. But the administration was another matter.

"The mission of Notre Dame does not include frivolous stunts." The university president did not look pleased.

"It isn't frivolous," Jason said quickly. Carefully he went over the points of his argument. Wouldn't Jesus have desired that all of God's children be accepted for who they are -- especially those who were marginalized? Shouldn't Notre Dame lead the way in demonstrating compassion?

The president considered the impassioned young man, and the woman by his side.

Slowly he asked, "What about safety?"

"I can prove my abilities," Josephine assured him. "I'd like a chance to demonstrate that this isn't a joke."

"Crowd control..." muttered the man. He stroked his chin. Jason and Josie looked at each other. It seemed they might be taken seriously!

The president thought for several minutes. Then he laid out his conditions.

Now, on the lawn in front of the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, Jason sprawled on a blanket with friends. He was pleased to see that even his roommate was in attendance. Todd caught Jason's eye, and gave the freshman a begrudging nod. This was exactly what Jason had hoped for: once the campus found out that Josie had the balls to play the role, the jokes had stopped. Almost everyone in the community was there.

The crowd hushed as the head of the theatre department ascended the platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for joining us on this beautiful spring evening. I'm certain that many of you are here for what you perceive as a novelty, a clever idea. However, in the spirit of the University of Notre Dame, I invite you to watch this evening's performance through eyes of grace. As you know, our mission statement reminds us that, through Jesus Christ, all things -- and all people -- can be brought to their completion.

"I give you now -- The Hunchback of Notre Dame." With those words, the professor left the stage.

Jason had seen the play in rehearsal many times over the past several weeks. He had helped Josie study her lines. Still, he felt a sense of magic as the play unfolded.

The audience, too, was caught up in an atmosphere of awe. Every person there admired the young woman for facing her greatest fear. It didn't hurt that her acting was good, as well.

During the intermission, a woman Jason didn't know approached him. "Hi. I'm Gwen, the RA on Josie's floor at Cavanaugh."

Now he recognized her. "Hello."

"I just wanted to say, I know you've been a real friend to Josie this year." Gwen smiled. "I appreciate that."

Jason returned her smile. "It's been a pleasure."

Emboldened by his easy manner, Gwen asked the question that was burning in her mind.

"I don't suppose you can tell me what happens at the end?"

Jason chuckled. "Nope, you'll just have to wait."

Grinning abashedly, the young lady mumbled a few parting words and went back to her seat. "Well?" asked her friends. "He wouldn't tell me!" Gwen laughed. "But I have a feeling it's going to be great." She pointed to the giant projector screens on either side of the stage. "I can't wait to find out what those are for."

The show rolled on. The audience hung on every word. Not many had actually seen the play, so few were aware that the ending had been slightly changed.

The final scene took place on a ledge of the tall spire of the Basilica. Modern technology enabled the crowd to see and hear the performance. Cameras broadcast the images to the screens that flanked the stage.

From high up on the tower, Josephine, as Quasimodo, grieved Esmeralda's death. Through the wireless headset, Josie gave a moving soliloquy about lost love. She closed with the famous quote, "What good is life, without love?"

Then, to the shock of those watching, she jumped.

The crowd gasped in horror.

Halfway down the spire, Josie pulled away the monk's robe and spread her wings. Easily she caught the breeze and soared back up again.

At once the crowd erupted, pointing and shouting. Even the security guards, who had been posted in case of trouble at this very moment, were distracted by the sight.

Josie flew for only a moment more. She had made her point. Lightly she coasted down, landing on the stage with inborn grace. It took her a moment to realize she was crying. She hovered in a fog of noise and tears. Bowing her head, she accepted the crowd's applause.

She also accepted herself.

* * *

* How Could Anyone

Words and music by Libby Roderick

c Libby Roderick Music 1988

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The Hundred-Year Blizzard



"Let's GO, Ladies!" I shouted as I closed the cargo door on my new F-100. 

"Never seen two women pack so much shit just to go skiing for a weekend," I mused aloud as I made my way to the cab of the truck.

Breckenridge was a good day's drive from East Colorado and I really wanted to get an early start, but Sharon, my girlfriend, Beth's mother, had decided at the last instant that she wanted to come with us.

Beth and I had been dating for almost a month; a truly torrid relationship that had opened my eyes to aspects of sex that I never even knew existed. Last week, she won some sort of radio contest, the prize being a weekend for two at some fancy resort in Breckenridge, and I had been looking forward to hitting the slopes as well as a weekend of ribald debauchery with an incredibly sensuous woman. To say I was chagrined at being chaperoned would be to severely understate the case.

I laid on the horn as I quickly closed the door, allowing the hot air blasting out of the dashboard to bathe me in its delicious warmth.

A few moments later, Beth came dashing across the yard with her mother hot on her heels. They appeared to be having a rather animated discussion, the gist of which I couldn't ascertain over the noise of the diesel and the heater blower, but I would soon learn what it was all about.

"What the hell were you doing?" I asked as Beth slid into the seat next to me.

"Mom was trying to get herself a room at the lodge or even the motel down the street," she replied.

"And?"

"No luck. They are all booked up for the season," she responded with a shrug. "I tried to tell her that it was a lost cause before she even picked up the phone, but she insisted on trying anyway."

"Yeah.... Oh well, at least the skiing will be good," I grumbled as Sharon slid in and closed the door behind her.

"Well, I guess we'll all be staying in the same room," I said as I eased the truck down the slippery, muddy slope that was their driveway.

"Perhaps I'll get lucky and find some single guy with a hard-on that needs a roommate for the weekend," Sharon chuckled.

I missed third gear at that outburst. Flustered, I double-clutched as the gnashing of the synchronizers howled in protest. I reached over and took the cup of coffee from Beth's outstretched hands as I gave Sharon a brief, one eyebrow raised perusal.

"I hope you do, Mom, otherwise it's going to be a long, dry weekend for you."

"Why, whatever do you mean, dear?" Sharon asked coyly.

"No boyfriend, no toys. Like I said, it'll be a dry weekend for you if you don't get lucky. I may be sharing a room with you, Mom, but I am NOT going to share my boyfriend with you and I seriously doubt if they have any porn movies showing in the rooms."

I fought back a cough and swallowed my coffee slowly as we hit the Interstate ramp.

"It's true David won't be there, but I NEVER leave home without my toys. As far as the movies are concerned, why would I want to watch a movie when I'll have a live show going on in the bed right next to me?"

"Mom!!!"

It didn't work that time. I spewed coffee all over the steering wheel.

"What's the matter, dear? I know you two have a hell-uv-a time keeping your hands off each other, so if you want to put on a little show for me I'll be most happy to watch. You wouldn't mind, would you Brian?"

"Uh, well, I guess.... Geez, Sharon, that's a terrible question!" I blurted.

"I suppose you'd be spread out, legs pointing to opposite ends of the compass while you shoved one of you rubber friends into your horny hole, wouldn't you mother dear?" Beth inquired in a wry tone.

"Of course! Being watched is almost as much fun as watching!" Sharon laughed.

The cab grew silent for a few moments. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my loins as I digested all that had been said. As the silence grew, I turned my head to find both the women regarding me with questioning looks.

"Uh, do the two of you always talk so bluntly to each other about things that most people consider very private?" I asked.

"Brian, when you have two horny, oversexed women living in the same house, after a while there just aren't any secrets. I think we know as much about each other's sexual proclivities as we do about our taste in clothing," Sharon replied.

"I'm sorry, Brian. I guess I should have prepared you for this. Mom can be such a slut..."

"Slut?! People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw rocks, my dear. Besides, just because I love sex doesn't make me a slut. I'm neither promiscuous nor indiscriminate."

"Just horny, huh?" Beth snorted.

"And I suppose you're not?" Sharon rejoined.

"Yeah, I'm horny! All the damn time! But shit, I'm twenty-five years old. I would think a woman in her mid forties would have simmered down by now."

"Don't be ridiculous, Beth. I haven't even reached menopause yet. Just because I have a grown child doesn't mean I'm gonna dry up and sew it shut. I get just as much pleasure from sex now as I did when I was your age. If you ever decided to share Brian with me I would show him a thing or two about experience, things you have yet to learn."

"Well, you can just forget it! Go find yourself your own stud or settle for your rubber toys! You aren't getting ANY of this as long as I have anything to say about it!" Beth huffed as she reached over and cupped my groin, causing me to visibly jump in the seat.

"Whoa, Beth! You're going to cause an accident here," I sputtered as I regained my composure.

"Brian, when you get tired of playing with dolls, come see me and I'll show you what a good time REALLY is," Sharon smirked.

"You do and it'll be the LAST piece of ass you ever get, Brian. I cut it off in your sleep and feed it to the dogs." Beth laughed, but there was a hard glint in her eye that even the refection of the rear-view mirror couldn't disguise.

"Well, if you women can take a little candor from me, I would appreciate it if we could change the subject. The road is slick enough without having to contend with a hard-on." I blurted.

They both laughed at my discomfiture, but they did change the subject and the drive just became long and boring for the next couple of hours.

We stopped for lunch, a greasy affair that left me with heartburn and a nasty taste in my mouth. As we continued on our journey, I noticed a heavy accumulation of clouds on the distant horizon.

"Hmm, looks like that front did double-time. I bet it is already snowing like a bitch in the mountains," I mused aloud.

Sharon squinted into the distance, a frown crossing her features.

"This isn't good. We are out in the middle of nowhere and if we get caught in a major snowstorm we could be in a lot of trouble. I haven't seen a buildup of such heavy clouds in the middle of winter in over twenty years. Maybe we should consider turning back while we have a chance, Brian," she said with a note of concern in her voice.

"Awww, I have cleated snow tires on both axles and this is a four-wheel drive truck, Sharon. I don't think we'll have any trouble," I said with confidence.

"Brian, I know you mean well, but let me ask you something. Have you ever driven a vehicle during a blizzard?"

"Nope, driven in a lot of snow, though, and this truck is as solid in snow as it is on pavement."

"It's not the snow, Brian. It's the wind and the lack of visibility. Add to that, icy stretches of road where traction is almost impossible, when you can figure out where the road is. I really don't like it. That is a serious storm."

"Maybe you should listen to Mom, Brian. She's lived out here all her life and knows what she is talking about," Beth added.

"I love the way you two have suddenly lost all confidence in me. If you wish, we'll hole-up in Denver till the storm passes, but I really don't want to turn back now. We are almost halfway there." I responded with a hurt tone.

They acquiesced and then grew silent as our journey continued.

Thirty minutes later the skies had gone from a deep, rich blue to a somber gray as little flurries of light snow flitted outside.

"Where are we, Brian?" Sharon asked pensively as the snowfall began to thicken.

"About fifty miles outside of Calhan, Sharon. An hour drive if conditions don't get any worse," I replied.

The conditions deteriorated rapidly and it wasn't long before I had to slow down to twenty-five miles per hour, then even slower. The snow was beginning to accumulate on the roadway and visibility was reduced to mere feet as I inched us along. The truck lurched when I would gently veer into the shoulder, trying to find the road.

To make matters worse, the wind picked up, buffeting the truck on one side then another as it gusted around us. I glanced briefly at my companions, their faces white in fear, mirroring my own apprehension.

Beth raised her arm and pointed out the windshield. "Look, lights! I think I see a house up there on the right," she almost shouted.

My concentration was on my driving so I only had a brief instance in which to look where she was pointing. It was an instant too long as I felt the tires leave the pavement and the truck begin to slide sideways.

"Ice!" Sharon grunted as she gripped the dashboard with both hands.

The truck had departed from my control. I consider myself an excellent driver and would pit my skills against almost anyone, but there comes a point when inertia and momentum combine with a lack of traction to send a vehicle whirling into the hands of fate. Such a time was now.

We could feel the truck accelerate, driven by the wind on some icy surface that sloped gently downhill. The vehicle was spinning ever so slowly, yet drawn irrevocably down into, what I assumed, was a ravine. Suddenly we were brought to a stop as the tires slammed into an unyielding surface.

We sat immobile, listing at a most uncomfortable angle as the drone of the diesel competed against the howl of the wind. I was the first to speak.

"It seems that we have reached bottom."

The women turned their head and looked at me with a blank stare.

"We are safe and everyone is in one piece. Cheer up, it could have been worse," I said in an effort to lighten up the dark clouds on both their faces.

"It can get a lot worse. We can die out here," Sharon said softly.

"Yeah, you read about it in the papers every winter, Brian. People discovered dead in their vehicles, usually lying in ditches and covered over by drifting snow until the first major thaw. We can't stay in here," Beth added.

I knew she was right, but one didn't just simply wander off into a blizzard on foot. I spoke those sentiments while searching about in my head for a solution.

"Where was that house you saw?" Sharon asked.

"It looked like it was maybe a quarter of a mile down the road and a little off to the right, kinda sitting on a hill. I only got the briefest of glimpses during a momentary lull, but I'm sure it was there," Beth replied urgently.

I thought about it for a few minutes and then I reached behind me to slide back the partition that separated the bed from the cab.

"I'll walk over there and bring back help," I said as I reached for the parka I kept hanging on a hook.

"That won't work, Brian. You'll never find us. By the time you get there and back, the truck is going to be covered over in snow," Sharon said softly. "The only way out is for all of us to go."

Sharon looked out the window for a few moments, then added, "We better hurry. I can still make out the tracks we made in the snow. If we wait too long they will be obliterated and finding the road will become truly difficult."

Her logic was inescapable, for only by finding the road can we be assured that we aren't just wondering off into the prairie to die from exposure.

Bundled up in the warmest gear we could salvage from the back of the truck, we made our way out into the maelstrom that threatened to swallow us whole. It was an arduous trek, fighting the wind and the cold while holding each other's hand to avoid becoming separated in the blinding snow.

We walked for what seemed like hours, stumbling and frequently falling over hidden debris. We might have missed the house if I hadn't walked into the mailbox at the foot of their drive. We all looked up into the gathering darkness, vainly searching for the lights we believed were there. Linked arm-in-arm, weary with fatigue, we stumbled up the gravely slope, squinting into the stinging snow for signs of life.

"There it is!" Beth cried out as she tugged on my arm.

Through the gloom and the snow, we could just make out the yellow glow from a pair of windows. The house was probably less than fifty feet away, yet it would have been very easy to miss. With renewed vigor, feeling salvation was at hand; we fought our way through a two-foot accumulation toward the amber sheen that promised warmth and life.

I pounded on the door with what strength I had remaining, hoping my pitiful efforts could be heard over the howl of the wind.

An eternity or two passed until the door was yanked open by a giant of a man.

"Get your butts in here before you freeze to death!" He thundered in a thick accent that sounded German as he yanked me inside then stepped out to assist the women.

"My word! What are you poor souls doing out here in this weather?" The voice rang in my ears as I fell to my knees, exhausted yet thankful for our salvation.

I looked up into the bluest pair of eyes I have ever seen. The woman appeared to be in her late forties to early fifties, her once blond hair now streaked with gray. Her lips were thin but her mouth was wide, showing perfect teeth that gleamed against the weathered tan of her skin. Her hands were equally weathered, but soft to the touch as she lifted me up and began removing my coat.

"You skin is like ice! We must get you into the hot tub immediately!" She exclaimed as she began to peel my outer garments off.

"No, take car of the women first," I mumbled gallantly as I turned around to seek them out.

"Don't worry about them, Gerard is taking care of it. We have a nice big hot tub in the back with plenty of room for all of you. Come on, let's get you warmed up before you go into shock or something."

In no time at all, the three of us were ensconced in the soothing warmth of a whirlpool spa. The gentle steam rising off the surface of the water brought relief to my dry, overburdened sinuses. The three of us lay in the soothing water, silently trying to recover from our ordeal.

"Here is something that will help warm the insides too," the gruff but gentle voice of Gerard jolted me out of my reverie and I took the proffered glass from his hands.

"Brandy," he replied to my unspoken question.

"My name is Gerard and that is my wife Rachel," he said, indicating the blue-eyed blond who was serving the same beverage to Beth and Sharon.

"My name is Brian, this is Beth and this is her mother Sharon," I responded in kind, indicating each in turn. "We are most thankful for your hospitality and probably owe you our lives," I said as I felt strength returning.

"Yes, it is not a good night to be traveling. I assume your vehicle is on the side of the road, probably in a ditch, is it not?" He inquired.

"Your assumption is correct, Gerard," Sharon replied. "We thought we might make it to town before the worst of the storm, but lost control of the truck when we hit some ice."

"Yes, it happens all too often. The storms build up over the mountains then spill over suddenly, usually with a ferocity that most people cannot comprehend until they have actually experienced it," Rachel added.

Gerard and Rachel started removing their clothing.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked.

"It is unseemly for us to be clothed while addressing the three of you who are nude," Rachel responded as she stepped into the hot tub.

It didn't dawn on me until then that I was sans clothing as were my two companions, yet I found nothing erotic in the moment.

I did, however, take the opportunity to peruse our gracious hosts.

Rachel had the same body as both Sharon and Beth; lithe, yet well rounded. That is where the similarity ended. While Beth and Sharon stood at five-foot six-inches, Rachel was as tall as I, an even six-feet. Rachel was blond and short cropped while Sharon and Beth both had dark brown tresses that flowed about their shoulders. Rachel's gently drooping breasts were full, capped in pink aureoles and tiny little nipples that stood at rigid attention in the cool air. Beth and Sharon both had small, pert breasts with large brown aureoles and fat nipples that begged to be nibbled on. Like their hair, both Sharon and Beth had dark brown eyes that often reminded me of a puppy's; soft, warm and trusting. The other differences were more subtle and too numerous to mention.

Gerard was a magnificent specimen of a man. Big, and I don't mean rotund. He was truly a giant among men, well over six-foot six-inches in height. His chest was broad and thick, as were his arms, the girth of his biceps approaching that of my calves. His hair was white, long and flowing to the middle of his back. His age was difficult to ascertain. On one hand he looked to be in his forties yet upon closer inspection you could see the years around his eyes and mouth. Like Rachel, his eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to shine with equal mirth and sadness. He wasn't exactly enigmatic, but you could tell that he had seen a lot more of the world than he wanted. He seemed to exude an aura of mystery yet I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. For some reason I felt as if I could trust this man with my life and he would never betray that trust.

I shook these thoughts from my head as I realized he was speaking to me.

"How did you come to be caught in this storm? Don't you listen to the radio?" He inquired as he eased himself into the warm water.

"Actually, we were listening to CD's and weren't expecting the front until tomorrow," I replied.

"Hrummph, foolish. One learns to pay attention to the weather broadcasts out here. If it isn't the blizzards in the winter, it is the damn tornados in the summer. An informed individual makes correct choices. An ignorant one usually becomes a victim."

I felt the sting of his reprimand and knew he was right. In my ignorance I had jeopardized not only my life, but that of my companions as well. It was a lesson I would never forget as the enormity of his words sank home.

"You are correct and I was an over-confident fool," I said softly as I looked first into Beth's eyes then those of her mother, seeking understanding if not forgiveness.

"Don't be too harsh on yourself, boy. Profit from your mistake by never repeating it. Remember that the decisions you make often have consequences that reach out and touch the lives of others. If you must err, try to do so on the side of caution and you'll live to be both old and wise," Gerard said in a somber tone.

Those few short sentences were like a sermon, filled with far more meaning than the words themselves could ever convey. It was a conversation that I would live to recall many times in the future.

"Ok, Gerard. Don't lecture the boy," Rachel said softly from the other side of the hot tub.

"I apologize, Brian. It just grieves me so to dig out frozen corpses every spring. Simple mistakes can be so very costly," he paused then took an abrupt change in direction. "So tell us, what are the three of you doing out here?"

We proceeded to tell him of our plans to enjoy a weekend on the slopes.

"I doubt if anyone is going to be on the slopes this weekend. This storm is a monster and they don't expect it to abate for at least another forty-eight hours. All the highways and airports are closed until further notice. I heard on the radio, just before we came in here, that power has been disrupted in cities all along the front-range due to the unusually high winds and heavy snow. They are urging people to conserve resources and burn wood sparingly."




The Hundred-Year Blizzard



"Wow! That bad?" Sharon asked.

"Yep. Seems we have the storm-of-the-century on our hands."

"How is it you have electricity way out here, Gerard?" I asked.

"I have my own generator that is fed by a natural gas pipeline which runs through my property, the result of a settlement I reached with Reynolds Oil over a dispute we had a few years back." 

"Huh, dispute, he says. He had them by the balls on an EPA violation. It was either Gerard goes to the Feds or they give us all the free LNG we want as long as we live here," Rachel snorted.

Gerard just smiled and I learned another lesson.

The five of us chitchatted idly for a short while. The feeling had returned to my extremities and I was beginning to get a little warm. I rose up and sat on the edge of the hot tub.

"102 degrees gets warm after a while," I said.

"Yes, it is not good to stay in here overly long," Rachel said, as she too got out of the tub. "Why don't we all retire inside? I've brought robes for everyone."

We were escorted inside to gather in their living room. Rachel prepared salads and sandwiches that we devoured over more light conversation.

The living room was a large rectangular area, roughly twenty by forty feet in dimension. Along one long wall was a built-in entertainment center housing a large screen television and an array of electronic hardware including sound system, short-wave radio, VCR and other devices whose function I couldn't determine.

I was seated in the middle of a long couch that faced the television with Beth on my right, Sharon on my left and Gerard on her left. Rachel was in a large recliner on my right, situated caddy-corner to the couch.

"So, what does one do to pass the time when locked away from the outside world?" I mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Well, television is out of the question. We had a satellite system once but found the insipid drivel they were broadcasting to be worthless," Rachel replied.

"Then, what's the TV for?" I asked as I pointed to the device in question.

"Movies, we watch a lot of movies and have a rather extensive collection of un-aired material," Rachel said as her smile became broad.

"Now Rachel, let's not go there," Gerard grunted.

"We might as well, Gerard, for it'll only become too obvious once they get familiar with the house," Rachel replied.

I raised my eyebrows in question, intrigued by the mystery.

"Ok, then. To make a long story short, Rachel and I practice an alternate lifestyle," Gerard began.

"You mean you are swingers?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, I guess that is the more common term. We prefer to call ourselves sharers, for there aren't that many people we "party" with, so to speak," Gerard responded.

"Oh wow, that is so cool!" Sharon exclaimed. "I've always been intrigued by that lifestyle, but the small town in which I live precludes learning much about it except through the Internet."

"That's one of the reasons we live so far out and away from the cities. The people we associate with only come here once a month, and then by invitation only," Gerard said.

"Then, I can guess what kind of movies you were referring to. I assume you film you little get-togethers so that you can relive those experiences on the long, lonely winter nights," I mused.

"And summer nights, spring nights, all year long!" Rachel chortled.

"You'll have to forgive my wife. She's an avid voyeur and can't seem to get enough."

"Ha, like someone else I know," Beth enjoined, finally adding something to the conversation as she looked meaningfully at her mother.

"Really, you like to watch movies, Sharon?" Rachel inquired.

"Yes, I do, and don't let my daughter fool you. She likes them too and has told me she and Brian spend a lot of their time together watching porn in his apartment."

I blushed. I had no idea that Beth had informed her mother of the things we do when we are alone together.

"Ha, ha, ha! It seems we are all of a same mind here," Gerard guffawed.

Rachel stood up and walked over to a side cabinet next to the wall unit. When she opened the double doors I could see row upon row of tapes, all neatly labeled. Even from across the room I could tell there was very little professional material there.

Sharon stood up and walked over to the cabinet. "Wow, quite a collection you have here," she said.

"Yes, it appears to be several times larger than yours and Brian's combined," Beth retorted.

"Would you like to watch one, Sharon?" Rachel asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Sure. I'd love to!" 

"That's my Mom, never pass up an opportunity to watch a dirty movie," Beth laughed.

"Oh shut-up, daughter of mine. You have your boyfriend to keep you warm tonight."

"Yes I do," Beth said softly as she snuggled up against me.

Sharon selected a tape and handed it to Rachel who popped it into the VCR and adjusted some controls as Sharon rejoined us on the couch.

The picture quality was excellent and unlike most amateur videos, the camera was steady without a lot of panning and zooming to distract the viewer. The opening scene showed Gerard lying prone on the floor, the very floor upon which my feet now rested. Two women were taking turns sucking his cock, the size of which was certainly befitting a man of his stature.

"Oh my God, that's fucking enormous!" Beth exclaimed.

"Yeah, gorgeous, isn't it?" Sharon replied in a hushed voice.

"Damn Gerard, I used to be quite comfortable with my equipment but you humble me," I affirmed.

"Size isn't everything boy, and to tell you the truth, it is often more a curse than a blessing," Gerard said softly.

"Yeah, right, and money is the root of all evil. I'll take both, any day," I said with a snicker. "If size doesn't count, why do women buy eight-inch dildos when a six-inch will do just as well?"

"Let me tell you from experience. Most women cannot comfortably accept an unusually large cock, and care has to be taken not to injure your partner. It's kinda like the old rape fantasy. It's great to dream about it but when faced with the reality, it becomes a disappointing if not fearful experience."

"Really?" I guess my doubt showed in my voice, for I certainly had a difficult time believing what was being said.

"Well, Gerard, it really depends on the man. A truly aroused woman can handle just about anything. I love my ten-inch dildo, but I only use it after I have had several orgasms from other means," Sharon retorted.

We watched in silence as the scene progressed. After about fifteen minutes, it showed one of the women impaling herself upon his rigid cock.

"Ummm, not many big men get truly hard, Gerard," Sharon said softly as she placed her left hand on his thigh.

I felt Beth's hand sliding beneath my robe. As I felt her fingers wrap around my own engorged cock, I glanced over at Rachel.

Rachel was staring intently at the bulge in my robe caused by Beth's tender ministrations. She had her right hand between the folds of her own robe, obviously toying with pussy. The sight caused an involuntary twitch.

Sharon noticed where my attention was focused as did Gerard.

"I told you Rachel was a voyeur," Gerard said.

Rachel just looked over and smiled as she parted the folds of her robe to reveal what her hand was doing.

"Please feel free to masturbate, or whatever you like," Gerard said to the three of us.

"I will if you will," Sharon responded as she gently took the edge of Gerard's robe and pulled it back to reveal his burgeoning member.

As he took himself in his left hand, he reached over with his right and pushed Sharon's robe down from her shoulders, revealing her breasts and the crinkled nipples that advertised her state of arousal.

Sharon stood up and completely removed the robe before settling back down on the sofa.

I felt my own robe being pulled away from my body. I looked over at Beth who was now as nude as her mother. I watched as her head descended into my lap to take me within her mouth as her right hand toyed with her clit. I raised my eyes to behold Rachel, who now had her legs draped over the arms of the chair and was busy using two hands at the juncture of her thighs.

Then I felt a weight upon my left leg. Sharon had slumped down on the couch, spreading her legs so that one draped over mine and the other draped over Gerard's. Her head was near his lap and she was making little cooing noises as she gazed intently at his cock while she thrust first one then two fingers in her pussy.

I moaned.

Then I nearly bolted out of my seat as Beth pinched my scrotum between her fingernails.

"You better not be paying more attention to my mother than to me, Brian," she hissed softly.

Sharon looked up at me and smiled broadly, then winked conspiratorially.

I heard a distinctive buzzing sound and looked over at Rachel who had procured a battery-operated vibrating wand and was pressing it firmly against her mons. She was obviously enjoying herself immensely for as I watched, her hips began to buck.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum," she gasped softly as her eyes locked on Beth's busy fingers.

I closed my eyes for a moment; savoring the delicious sensations that Beth's expert mouth and tongue were providing me. Suddenly I felt her leave me and opened my eyes to see why.

Beth raised her head and looked down between her legs. Rachel was edging the vibrating wand beneath Beth's hand. Beth seemed to think about it for a moment before spreading her legs to allow Rachel free access to her pussy.

"I'm gonna make you cum, Beth," Rachel murmured as she placed the wand against Beth's clit and pushed two fingers of her left hand into Beth's pussy.

"Ummm, oh yeah, that feels wonderful," Beth responded as she lay back and cupped her breasts in her hands.

I felt another hand wrap itself around my cock. I looked down to see Sharon's red-tipped fingers closed tightly about me. I swung my gaze to meet hers.

"I want to fuck you," she mouthed soundlessly.

Gerard stood up and walked over behind his wife. Slowly he pushed his massive member between her waiting thighs.

Beth was rolling her head back and forth, alternately grunting and groaning. I couldn't tell what Rachel was doing to her, but she sure seemed to like it a lot. I can't recall ever seeing her this aroused.

I felt Sharon grasp my left hand and guide it down between her legs.

"I'm really wet for you," She whispered in my ear. "Play with me."

I started toying with her clit but she grabbed my hand and forced my two middle fingers within her depths. I started finger fucking her with them as she alternately squeezed and stroked my cock.

Beth started whimpering and I looked over to see Rachel pushing the bulbous head of the wand into Beth's pussy.

"Holy shit. I've never seen her like that before," I exclaimed as I saw it disappear.

"Oh, GOD! More, I want more," she cried out.

"I think she's ready for you, Gerard," Rachel said over her shoulder.

"Yes, give me that monster cock of yours," Beth gasped as Rachel removed the wand.

Rachel stood up and took Beth's hand in hers, lifting her off the couch and guiding her to the floor. Beth lay back and spread her legs wide, staring intently as Gerard approached her.

She reached down and pulled her lips apart as Gerard pressed the head of his cock against her. He pushed and slowly the length of him disappeared within.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Her breath was coming in short gasps. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as Rachel bent down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.

I felt a commotion next to me as Sharon arose from the couch then straddled my legs and looked me in the eye.

"I can have you now," she purred as she positioned her pussy over my raging hard-on. Slowly she descended upon me, the warm wetness enveloping my cock. As she settled onto my lap I experienced a new sensation. The walls of her pussy were rippling up and down the length of my shaft, the sensation reminiscent of getting stroked and sucked at the same time. I stared up at her, wide-eyed, mouth agape.

"I've, never...."

"Of course you haven't. This is what experience brings to the table, young sir," Sharon said as she leaned over and brushed my ear with her lips.

She buried her head in the nape of my neck as she began to rock back and forth in my lap, pressing her clit against my abdomen as my cock moved within her depths.

"Beth's a lucky girl, you have a great cock," she whispered in my ear.

"You're wonderful," I whispered back. "I'm going to be wanting a lot more of this,"

"Anytime, big boy. I've wanted to fuck you since the day we met."

She leaned back and grunted as a small spasm shook her frame. Then she leaned over again.

"That's one. Let's see how many times you can make me cum," she said as she nibbled on my ear.

"Did you like watching me play with myself, Brian?"

"Oh yeah,"

"Did you think about it?"

"What?" I grunted.

"About me fucking myself while I watched you and Beth in an adjacent bed?"

"Yeah, I thought about it a lot," I replied as I felt my seed beginning to boil.

"I thought so. I could tell our little conversation had gotten to you. Your crotch was tented for over an hour."

"Oh shit. Do you think Beth noticed?"

"Of course she did. Why do you think she's fucking Gerard? She knew I would take the opportunity but she just couldn't come right out and say it was okay for you to fuck me."

"Or you to fuck me, as the case may be," I replied.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm fucking you with my hot, wet, horny pussy. I'm going to make you cum. You ready?"

I could only nod my head as I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on me. She rose slowly then descended just as slowly. The sensation was exquisite. Then she leaned back and reached behind her to find my anus with her finger. She teased the opening and toyed with my peritoneum. 

Sharon stared down at me as her jaw dropped open and her breathing became labored.

"Oh yeah, gonna be a big one," she grunted as her pace quickened.

I placed my hands on her hips and started thrusting back with her rhythm.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me back, Brian. Make me cum," she grunted.

I had been so engrossed in my own party that I had all but forgotten about Beth, whose screams were now reverberating throughout the room. If she was uttering words, they were unintelligible. I looked over and discovered that she and Gerard had switched places. She was on top and in total control, bouncing up and down on his cock like a trampoline. Rachel was lying next to them, fucking herself with a big dildo in total abandon as she stared intently at the juncture of the coupled pair.

Beth's scream must have keyed a reaction in all of us as I felt my cock expand even farther. I knew I was on the edge but I kept trying to hold of just a little bit longer. Suddenly, Sharon let out a cry and I felt this incredible rush of fluid wash over my cock. That was all it took for me to lose complete control and I thrust myself mindlessly into Sharon's depths, my seed exploding within her as I groaned deeply.

Gerard and Rachel must have reached their peak at the same time for all of us seemed to be cuming at once. The walls echoed with the bedlam of grunts, screams, cries and moans as five people rode the waves of ecstatic release.

The post-orgasmic bliss soon faded and the sexual tension dimmed into the background. Though the hour was getting late, everyone agreed that some sort of refreshment would be welcome so Rachel and Gerard retired to the kitchen to return shortly with a huge bowl of fruit and some assorted cheeses.

"You're not upset with me because of Gerard, are you?" Beth whispered in my ear as she snuggled up against me.

"No, why should I be? You're a free woman fully capable of making her own decisions. I am surprised that you could accept such an enormous cock for you always felt tight around my modest seven-inches," I smiled wryly.

"I never would have believed it either if Rachel hadn't come at me with that wand. I don't know what she was doing to me but I have never experienced anything quite like that in my life."

"It was your G-spot, little one," Gerard said. "If anyone knows about women and their varying anatomies, it is Rachel. She was a sex therapist for almost twenty years."

"Really? Wow, I guess that explains it then. She knew what she was doing all along," I exclaimed.

"I've always heard about the G-spot but the rumors and half-truths always led me to doubt its existence. I know I searched for mine and never found it," Sharon said.

"It is hard for a woman to explore herself. There are toys, shaped most cleverly, that will allow a woman to stimulate her G-spot by herself, but you really have to know where it is to begin with. I'll be more than happy to help you find yours, Sharon," Rachel smiled.

"I'll take you up on that offer, but I think I would much prefer you teach Brian where my G-spot is," Sharon snickered.

"Look Mom, you fucked him and I really don't mind, but don't think you are going to stake him out as your own."

"I wouldn't dream of it dear. I just want to play with him once in a while."

Gerard guffawed, the sound reverberating off the walls.

"Brian, I don't know whether to envy you or pity you," he snickered as his laughter faded.

I looked at the faces around me and decided that discretion would be the better part of valor. "I guess it remains to be seen, Gerard. I harbor no expectations from either of these beautiful women."

"Ooooo, nicely said, Brian," Rachel said.

"Yeah, you avoided that trap smoothly, Brian," Sharon affirmed with a smile.

Beth simply looked up at me and winked.

"Well, boys and girls, I for one am ready to call it a night. Rachel will show you to your room, but I need to get one thing straight first," Gerard said as he stood and walked to the middle of the floor.

"While partying with others is considered the norm in this household, the one steadfast rule we have always maintained is that you only sleep with the people you came with. We generally mean that as couples sleep together and not with someone else's spouse or partner. Since you arrived as a threesome we will permit you to share a room, if you choose. Normally, when we host a party, there are four to six couples here, so a lot of what I am saying doesn't really apply. The long and short of it is; bed hopping in the middle of the night is verboten. Rachel and I do not wish to be disturbed nor will we disturb any of you."

"Heard and understood, Gerard. May I infer that you might one day invite us back and knowing these rules in advance will leave us better prepared should we be so fortunate?" Sharon asked.

"You infer correctly, Sharon. As it stands right now, I think you would find a warm welcome in our little circle of friends, should you decide to accept," Rachel beamed.

The three of us looked at each other and smiled, knowing that the likelihood of refusing such an invitation was nil.

They installed us in a room with two double beds, separated by only enough space to walk between them, and bid us goodnight.

"Well, who sleeps with whom?" Sharon asked with a wry grin.

"Silly question, Mom. I guess you get to lie there and watch, just as you planned all along. I intend to drain what little you left him with," Beth retorted as she pulled me down on the bed.

"Sounds fair," Sharon said as she started toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Beth inquired.

Sharon stopped and turned, her hand resting on the doorknob.

"Since my toys are packed up in the suitcase, and that's in the back of the truck, I'm going to fetch that big dildo Rachel left in the living room."

"Ha, ha, ha. Leave it to you to find a toy, Mom."

"Well, fingers are fine but no where near as satisfying as that filled up feeling," Sharon stated as she opened the door.




The Hundred-Year Blizzard



"I can't believe you are still horny, Beth," I said as she rolled on top of me.

"I may have cum really hard, Brian, but orgasms by themselves are simply sexual releases. I won't be truly satisfied until you have made love to me," she cooed in my ear as she began to run her tongue down the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious sensations Beth sent coursing through my body. It wasn't long before I was fully aroused once again. We were so engaged that we didn't hear Sharon's return.

After some lengthy 69, I rolled Beth on her back and positioned myself between her thighs. As I plunged my cock home, I looked over at the adjacent bed.

Sharon was exactly as Beth had described many hours earlier. Legs akimbo, she was moving the rubber phallus within herself at the same rate that I was fucking her daughter. She looked at me and smiled at my heated gaze.

"Yes, Brian, I truly love to watch and be watched. Enjoy my daughter while I enjoy you both," she said softly.

And I enjoyed them both as well.