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The Joke

By: allforall



By allforall Edited by techsan, thankyou, all mistakes by me

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Roger's Story

Maybe I should explain myself. I am Roger Evans, married to Nancy and work at Genius Computer Solutions. Oh, that doesn't help? Then let me throw some detail on your fire and see if that heats your knowledge up.

Three years ago I graduated from Edison Community College with a degree in computer science. I also had MSCE certification. As I had gone to class with the son of one of the founders, I was quickly accepted at Genius Computer Solutions. This is only odd because I am the first white person that was ever employed by them. 

They were a cheerful crew of people and I was mostly accepted except for one thing. I am as dull as dishwater, for I have a minimal sense of humor. The actual work of integrating networks and developing data input screens didn't need a sense of humor, but all my coworkers were practical jokers. I never got the point of most of their jokes but I learned that if I wanted to keep my job I should at least pretend to laugh when the other people were laughing. 

About eighteen months after I had started there, they hired the second white person. She was Nancy Ames and she was the good-looking sort of woman who would work the receptionist's desk. I took one look at her and started to drool. She was way above the level of any woman that would go out with me, but two months later, as I came in from answering a client problem call, a large oily bastard was pressing her flesh a little too intensely.

I told him, "Hey, this is a place of business. We don't do things like that in public here."

His response was a roundhouse punch a foot in the air over my head. I returned the favor by hitting him in the breadbasket with my toolbox. He sagged to the ground and slept for a minute.

When he came to, I was standing behind his head, ready to stomp the piano lessons out of his skull. He said, "I'm going to sue you for hitting me."

Nancy said, "That might not work so well. See the camera up in the corner. You're on television. Now just stay quiet until the police get here."

He refused to stay. He rolled away from me and headed out the door. I asked Nancy, "shouldn't we stop him?"

"For what? We don't have any cameras watching the reception desk. Let him go. Now what can I do for you, big boy?"

I stood there like a deer in headlights until Nancy said, "I guess I will let you take me to dinner."

That mostly explained the next two month's of our relationship. Every Friday afternoon I would return from service calls and Nancy would tell me where I was taking her. Four weeks into the relationship, Nancy decided that I should spend the night at her apartment. 

Give you a hint of how limited I was, I didn't make love to her until we woke up for breakfast Saturday morning. Nancy saw my morning wood, and didn't take no for an answer. Two months after that Nancy, told me that we were getting married next Saturday.

Now don't feel all that sorry for me. I was head over heels in love with Nancy, but as I said at first, I couldn't believe that she could possibly love me back. 

Our marriage did change some of the relationship between us. Nancy, while we were courting, kept her sense of humor well-hidden. After the wedding, well, Nancy did like her jokes. 

It was good for Nancy that she did work at Genius Computer Solutions. The crew of people around me had a never-ending sense of humor. Stink bombs and whoopee cushions were the tamest jokes you could expect on any given day. My only problem was I didn't have a sense of humor and I almost never got the joke. I did learn that, for day to day survival, I'd better laugh when I understood a joke had happened or I would get a lecture from Nancy that my humor level was running low.

Nancy and I had other problems. Now I was almost a virgin when Nancy and I made it for the first time. I knew next to nothing about how to make love to a woman. I was gentle and I did try new things when Nancy asked me to, but I mostly did not like the things she wanted. 

I'm pretty plain with sex, you know, hugging, kissing, then fingering and finally fucking. Nancy likes surprises, oral, and a light BDSM. Honestly, surprise make me limp, oral tastes like vomit, and whenever I want to love somebody, hurting or humiliating them is a turnoff. Now I'm not saying I won't do oral. I understand, if you won't eat your woman, you won't keep your woman.

Most of the other jokes had little to do with me. They played them on each other, the customers, and their own families. The only person they didn't play jokes on was Harold Banes. Mr. Banes owned the company, so nobody could tell him that his lack of a sense of humor was keeping him down.

Anyway one Wednesday evening Nancy didn't come home with me. I came by her receptionist's desk at quitting time and she wasn't there. She did leave a note saying that she would be very late this evening.

About 9:30 Clancy Harris, the brother of my supervisor, dropped by my house. He said, "Roger, George asked me to drop off this video at midnight, but I have a date this evening, so could you watch the video and call him after midnight to tell him what you think."

I said, "Sure, Clancy. Hope you have a great date tonight."

I really wanted to go to bed early this evening. I figured Nancy would be home soon so I should get this video out of the way.

Watching the video.

I found an adapter for the tape. The tape was one of those VHS C tapes with only twenty minutes. 

The tape began with Nancy, George, William, and Mike. They stood up and introduced themselves. This seemed very lame until they started taking their clothes off. I wondered what the hell was going on here. The next twenty minutes basically showed all the men one after another sticking themselves into my Nancy. They finally ended with a scene showing all of them checking Nancy for airtightness. 

I guess you could say I felt sick. It was only 10:02. My marriage was over and my so-called work friends had done the deed to me. Now my next step would puzzle anybody who didn't work at Genius Computer Solutions. I called Mr. Banes and told him what I had seen on the video. 

He told me, "My employees are family to me. You get over here with that tape and we will see what we can do about this."

I got over there by 10:50. Mr. Banes had Reverend Holcomb of the Atlanta Baptist Church at his house. I told Mr. Banes that I could go back home and see him later, but Harold said, "If what you told me is true, you will need the help of God to get through this."

We went into a video room. I had brought the adapter so we could play the tape. We started the tape and I tried not to look at the tape. Reverend Holcomb told me, "Son, God helps those who face their fears, but if you won't face those fears, God can't help you."

We all watched until the tape was finished. I was crying considerably, Mr. Banes was looking at his feet with a sick expression on his face, and the Reverend was saying, "I need to get down and beg the Ku Klux Klan to clean those abominations off this earth."

I said, "Reverend, it's too late for violence. I know marriage is supposed to be forever, but I can't take this. I have to get a divorce in the morning." 

I thought the Reverend was going to try and change my mind, but he said, "The wives of those men attend my church. It is my job to protect their souls but it would be wrong to keep this truth from them. Harold, may I use your phone to call them?"

Harold said, "Of course you may use the phone, but should we really tell their wives?"

Reverend Holcomb snarled, "If just one of those people had a disease, we would, by law, be required to notify their families. Plus there is the moral aspect to be considered here. They all betrayed their marriage vows. They cannot be forgiven until they atone for what they have done."

Harold said, "But you would be destroying their marriages."

Reverend Holcomb whispered, "No, they have destroyed their marriages. Harold, as part of your responsibility on this, I want you to get any who want legal separation, divorce, or police protection, the earliest possible court hearings. I'm trusting you to get that done."

Harold looked at me. I said, "I won't stay married to her."

Harold said, "Are you sure? Divorce is so final."

I responded, "The only way I could stay married is that this did not happen. Can you think of any way that this did not happen?"

The Reverend walked me over to a roll top desk. He opened the desk and laid a clean towel on the surface of the desk. The Reverend told me, "There can be solace in prayer. I suggest that you pray until you fall asleep or it becomes time to go to the judge. Whatever you end up doing, the prayer will help you feel right about doing."

The Reverend was correct. I prayed until 10:30 AM. Harold took all three of the wives and me to Judge Turtes. Judge Turtes looked at the whole video and asked us if we all wanted to divorce our spouses. We all said yes. 

The judge said, "Your divorce won't be immediate, but for now you're are legally separated. I'm authorizing court orders that will protect you from physical threats from your ex-spouses-to-be. Your spouses will be served within two days if they stay in the Atlanta area."

We were told that Georgia allows for no-fault divorce and that we would have to split our property right down the middle. We all were so angry that we told the Judge, "We just want to be rid of them."

Harold had some business friends in Gainesville, Florida. He made some calls and told me, "I think you need to be out of the Atlanta area. My buddies in Gainesville can use your skills for the next couple of months. Normally I would pay you and bill them, but given your action about your wife - well, it's better if you're paid out of state. I checked at work and they haven't come in today. No surprise there, as they signed up for vacation. Do you want to take a chance of meeting your wife by going home and picking up your clothes?"

I said, "Harold, if I'm that scared of meeting my wife, then I've already been beaten."

Harold said, "Your friends may be there, and given what is going to happen to them, you should be scared of them. Let me make some calls. Maybe the police can go with you to protect in case of violence."

I thought he really wanted to protect Nancy from me, but official witnesses couldn't hurt.

I got home at the same time as the police. There was nobody there, but the place looked like a whirlwind hit it. I found my clothes all scattered but none of the clothes were unduly damaged. I packed all my clothes into my car. I got my personal computer and put that in my trunk. I made a call to my landlord. I told him, "Nancy and I are getting a divorce. Our lease was up about three months ago. I will mail you the last months rent, but from now on you will have to collect rent from Nancy."

I got on I-75 and headed south. I should be in Gainesville by midnight or a little later.

Nancy's version

Roger is an old stick in the mud, but he is my old stick in the mud. I wish he was a better lover, but at least he is gentle. The only real change Roger has to do is get a sense of humor. I like to make practical jokes, lots of practical jokes. The jokes make me alive. But Roger never gets it. If you tell him a joke, he never gets the punch line. If you play a joke on him he never sees the funny aspect. Roger can't laugh at himself. 

Well, George, William, Mike and I have come up with a joke that will break his funny bone. 

This will hit Roger right in his know-it-all attitude. George, William, Mike and I are going to make a little movie. We will pretend that all three of them are making it with me. We will have George's brother Clancy drop the tape off at midnight. Once Roger views the tape we will come in the house, yell surprise and then get Roger to look at the last two minutes of the tape. That is where we will show him that it is just a joke. 

Roger will get mad and start playing jokes on us and he will finally develop a sense of humor.

Well, that was the plan anyway. But we screwed up big time. First Clancy had a late date, so he dropped the tape off early. The second but worst screw up is that we videotaped twenty-three minutes onto twenty minutes of videotape. Our last three minutes were unrecorded.

We went to our house but Roger wasn't there. Nobody knew where to find Roger. The next afternoon told us where Roger had been. 

Hiss greeted George at his door; they told George, "You want to star in porn movies, then you move out to California where they do that stuff all the time. But you stay away from our daughter. The court order for protection will be served on you by tomorrow."

All the other men got the same sort of message. The process server greeted me. She handed me my papers, then cheerily said, "Have a nice day."

I tried thinking maybe this was a joke. Maybe Roger would come home and laugh at me. The papers looked so real. I tried calling George. His wife answered. She gave me hell and then some. This had to be a big joke. The papers were from a Judge Turtes. I decided to look him up in the phone book. There was no private listing for the Judge but his office was listed. 

I called the Judge on the next day. I got his clerk, Thomas Wolfe. Mr. Wolfe told me, "Mrs. Evans, that was a notice of divorce. It is real and legal. I must say having seen all of your videotape that you gave your husband a perfect chance at a divorce for adultery, but he proved to be generous. He just wanted out of the marriage. You're astonishingly lucky that he did not resort to violence. That tape would have sold well to a jury as a mitigating circumstance." Mr. Wolfe, having destroyed any hopes I might have had, finally hung up on me.

How can this be happening to me? All I was trying to do was get my husband to admit to a sense of humor. I mean everybody likes jokes, even if they are the butts of the jokes occasionally. Damn!

I called into work. I got my second horror show. Mr. Banes told me, "You may come in for your last paycheck. I can't afford to be associated with the immoral show that you have put on. I suppose you are selling that video to a porn company."

"That video was just a joke. Don't you understand?"

"Let's see, little girl. You had sexual relationships on camera with three different men, finally all three at once. Your sense of humor is horrifying and probably illegal. Here I made extra copies for the wives of the men you seduced. You can have one to remember that once you had the love of a good man and the respect of your coworkers. You have thrown both of them away. I hope that was worth it to you, whatever the excuse you use."

Mr. Banes was as cold and angry as I had ever seen him. Well, if the videotape made them that mad I better look at it myself.

I watched it over and over. It looked like we did it. We didn't but nobody watching this video would believe us. I mean I liked George, William, and Mike; but noway was I going to have sex with any of them. 

After several hours of watching, Mike called. He was the only one of us who had children. He said, "What kind of husband do you have?"

I answered, "I guess the jealous kind, why?"

"No, that ain't jealous. A jealous man doesn't go talk to my preacher and spend the night praying to make the right decision. You said he needed a sense of humor. Well, this is the sickest joke to be played on me."

"I hate to burst your bubble but we played the joke."

"I know. I know. But it's a damn sick joke all the same. Reason I called, my wife won't let me in the house unless I and the bitch - sorry about the word - I was with get tested and we both test clean."

"What?"

"Look, I don't know if you've seen the video but it really looks like we got inside you."

"I know that. I don't understand what happened to the last part of the video. You remember where we told Roger, 'it was all a joke; now see if you can come up with a joke yourself.'"

"Hell, that tape stops right in the middle of your airtightness scene. Did we make a mistake there?"

"You think? Hell, the whole thing was a mistake."

"Hell of a note to find that out now. But that is the other thing. My church wants me to apologize and atone for what I have done wrong, and they don't believe that we were just making a joke. Before my wife will take me back, I'm must confess in front of the congregation and apologize to my wife and your husband. That is a problem because we can't find your husband. It's like he vanished off the face of the earth."

I hung up at that. Roger may have been dull but he made me feel safe. Now I was alone and exposed to the world, and it was my fault. Well, I better pull my head out of my ass. I won't agree to the divorce.

I called a lawyer. Her first question to me was, "Mrs. Evans do you have enough money to fight this?"

"Don't you want to hear all the facts first?"

She said, "Mrs. Evans, the way the law now works is ... the parties are assumed to agree to the divorce unless one of the parties protests the divorce. Now you told me that your husband thinks you committed adultery and you have no property to split. Did I hear you correctly?"

I answered, "My husband saw a videotape of me playing a joke on him and took it the wrong way. I have lost my job and don't have very much money."

She interrupted me, "Mrs. Evans, can you get to my office at 11:45?"

"Yes, I'll be there. I can bring the tape if you want to see it."

She questioned, "What sort of tape is it? We have a VHS tape player here. Will that play it?"

"Yes, it's a VHS. I'll be there at 11:45."

I got there on time. She looked at the tape, put it in the player, and turned the player and the TV on. She ate her lunch while watching. At the end she said, "How did he make this tape?"

I said, "No, we made the tape. It was supposed to be a joke. You know, to teach my husband a lesson."

The lawyer looked at me like I was a moron. She said, "Did you want a divorce then, and now you've changed your mind?"

"No, I didn't want a divorce. This was to teach Roger a lesson. He needed to get a sense of humor."

She said, "Let me get this straight. You fucked and sucked three men on camera to teach your husband a sense of humor."

"I didn't fuck or suck anybody. This was a joke."

She spoke, "Looking at the tape, I can't believe you. If you want to avoid a divorce from your husband, you're going to have to beg him to take you back. Unless he's a screaming idiot, I don't see any way to get him back. All he has to do is show this video in Superior Court, and any judge there will run to grant the divorce."

"But can't the video be disproved?"

She answered, "How? Look here, Mrs. Evans, the video is admissible in court. You made it and had it sent to your husband. That is what you told me, isn't it?"

"Yes, that is what I told you. I really don't have any hope, do I?"

She tried to calm me, "Look, your marriage is probably done for. Try to stay on a polite basis with your former husband-to-be. You really don't want to fight this out in court. If you do, that tape will be known all over Atlanta, and if it were a slow news day, it would be known nationwide."

That last statement got to me. Well, since I'm fired from my company, I better find a cheap place to live. I wonder if I can go home to my parents. How would I explain my problem with Roger? It would be like him to ignore them until one of them tried to blame Roger for what happened. My father doesn't like black people. I would be lucky if he did not tie me to a tree and beat the sin out of me. No, I can't go home again. 

My phone stated ringing. When I answered, it was my sister, Elaine. Elaine said, "Roger called and said you guys have separated and you had lost your job."


The Joke



As John woke up he groaned, rolled over, and opened his eyes.

"Good morning Kim." John said.

"Good morning John." Kim said.

John's mind wakes up quick and realizes that Kim is his wife Kelly's twin sister. He gets nervous and rolls the other way quickly and falls out of the bed to the floor. He pops back up on his knees and looks at Kim laying there on the bed.

"Oh god...what...did we...what happened last night?" John asked.

"John I'm hurt...how could you not remember what happened?" Kim asked.

"Kim...I...I had a lot to drink at the party last night. I don't remember what happened. Oh god what will Kelly say? Oh Jesus...where is Kelly?" John asked.

"I don't know...I didn't see her anywhere as the party wound down. She left you unprotected and you sure didn't seem to mind so I brought you up here and I finally got to have you. It was wonderful." Kim said.

"Oh god...oh god." John said.

He scrambles to his feet and sees Kim looking at him. He realizes that he's naked. He grabs one of the pillows to cover himself while he searches for his clothes.

"Oh god...oh god." John said.

"Maybe you remember some of last night after all. You had me saying that all night." Kim said.

John looked at Kim.

"Oh god..." John said.

He pulled his clothes on and left the room. Kim lay there looking at the door.

"Damn...I was hoping he'd have a morning erection that I could have enjoyed before breakfast. Oh well...I guess I'd better get up too." Kim said.

John walks past the open door to the master bedroom and sees that it is empty. He tip toes into the kitchen and sees that there's no sign of Kelly. He's slowly looking around when he hears the front door opening.

John walks to the front hall and sees Kelly...she looks like hell. She's wearing the same clothes that she'd worn to the party they'd had in their backyard the day before. Her hair is a mess, her clothes look wrinkled and like they'd been put on in a hurry. John looks at her and starts crying.

"Damn...I figured you wouldn't be up yet. Well...did Kim leave yet?" Kelly asked.

John shakes his head no.

"Did you do her again this morning?" Kelly asked angrily.

"Kelly...I don't know what happened. Where were you...where are you getting home from?" John asked.

Kelly looked defiant.

"You've got a lot of nerve asking me that after going to bed with my own sister. Where I was is none of your business. I didn't do anything more than you did." Kelly said.

Kelly is angry but she also starts crying. John is still highly confused, but he's also feeling really ashamed and he's starting to cry.

"Kelly...I'm sorry. I had too much to drink. I don't remember going to bed with Kim...I don't even know that anything happened." John said.

"Oh right. I heard the moaning coming from the guest room last night. I heard Kim saying oh god...oh god." Kelly said.

"Kelly I swear...I don't remember anything...I have no idea what I did and didn't do." John said.

"How does your dick feel this morning? You always say it's sore in the morning after having sex with me all night...so how does it feel this morning?" Kelly asked.

John hadn't even thought of that. He reached down and touched the front of his pants. Sure enough...he did hurt a little. The expression on his face went blank.

"See...you did do it last night. Well so did I...see?" Kelly asked.

She lifted her dress and showed John that she wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy was red like it is the day after a night of rough hard sex with John.

"Oh god." John said.

John collapses to his knees and holds his face in his hands as he cries.

"Kelly...I...I...I'm sorry...I didn't even realize what I was doing." John said.

"I wish I could believe that John. If you'd thought it was me we would have gone into our bedroom. I don't know if you knew it was Kim or not, but you definitely knew it wasn't me because you went into the guest room." Kelly said.

"Oh god...I'm so sorry Kelly. What...what do we do now?" John sobbed.

"Now we...now we...oh hell I can't do it anymore." Kelly said.

She cracks up laughing. John looks up at her.

"Why are you laughing at a time like this?" John asked.

Kim comes in from the kitchen laughing too.

"Because we got your ass big time." Kim said.

John is confused. His wife and her sister were laughing at him when a moment ago his wife had been pissed at him.

"I don't...what do you mean?" John asked.

"It was all a joke John." Kelly said.

"A joke?" John asked.

"Yeah...you got bombed out of your head and were all over me thinking that I was Kelly. She and I cooked up this little game where she got you into the guest room, fucked you senseless, and when you had passed out she slipped out of bed with you and I slipped in." Kim said.

"Then I spent the night over at Kim's and waited for her to call me to let me know that you were up. I made myself look like I'd been out getting fucked all night." Kelly said.

"Which she kind of had since she fucked you for about 2 hours before you passed out." Kim said.

"So none of this was real? I didn't have sex with Kim...you didn't go have sex with someone else? The whole argument was fake?" John asked.

"Well not your half." Kelly said.

"Well, I'd say that you two really got me good." John said.

He laughed and Kim and Kelly both laughed too. Then John stood up and got a really serious look on his face.

"I don't like being the butt of someone else's joke Kelly. Just for this I am going to go do what you made me think I had done last night. Come on Kim...let's go fuck." John said.

He grabbed Kim by the wrist and pulled her towards the guest room.

"John wait...it was just a joke." Kelly said.

"Well it wasn't very god damn funny Kelly. Kim's wanted to have sex with me for years and now thanks to your little joke she's going to get to and there's nothing you can say or do to stop me." John said.

John pulled Kim into the bedroom and pushed her back onto the bed. Kelly was standing in the room looking at John as he began opening his pants.

"Please John don't do this. It was a joke. I'm sorry...it won't happen again. Please John..." Kelly said.

John opened his pants and reached down and pushed Kim's skirt up and pulled her panties off. She wasn't protesting as John moved in to push his cock into her.

"John please don't do this." Kelly begged.

John stopped, turned, looked at Kelly, and started laughing.

"I got your ass." John said.

Kelly looked at John with tears in her eyes.

"What?" Kelly asked.

"It isn't very funny to have somebody fuck with you like that is it?" John asked.

He puts his cock back in his pants.

"Oh man...first I have to make him think that I did fuck him when I didn't, then when I think I really am going to get to fuck him it winds up that it was a joke on you. Damn it Kelly...John...this isn't funny." Kim said.

"No, it isn't...none of this has been funny." John said.

He glares at Kelly.

"I'm sorry John...I thought we'd all get a good laugh out of it. I guess I was wrong." Kelly said.

"You can say that again." Kim said.

"I'm hungry...do you two want some breakfast?" John asked.

Kelly and Kim look at John.

"Yeah...yeah let's have breakfast." Kelly said.

"John...are we all going to be okay...after...well...all of this?" Kim asked.

"Yeah we're fine...it was a joke that wasn't funny...kind of like Jerry Seinfeld. Let's eat." John said.



The Joke



{This one has cheating in it, sort of. So if you will be outraged, I don't care.}

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"How come you never gave me one?" Marie asked me out of the clear blue sky. She was sitting looking at her laptop, we had it hooked up in a wireless flood off of our main system. My ears perked up, she had a teasing tone in her voice I had not heard for awhile.

"Gave you what?" I asked. I was busy reading a science fiction story over at Literotica, trying to figure out what in the hell it was about, so I had no idea what she was asking.

"A hall pass." She said with a giggle. I glanced over to where she had her laptop set up on a TV tray.

"A what? Hall pass? You mean, like in the stupid movie you made me watch last week?"

"That wasn't stupid, it was funny. But like in this story I am reading. With a hall pass, you give your partner permission to go do whatever they want to, just for a day or so."

"Oh. That kind of hall pass. I suppose you want to go get laid?" I laughed.

Marie didn't answer me.

"What in the hell are you reading, anyway?" I asked.

"I saw the website you are on so I went over there to see. This stuff is awful!" She said.

"You just need to find the good ones. I like some of the science fiction stories."

"Uh huh." Marie giggled.

Hmmm, I thought. If Marie was over there reading naughty stories, maybe it would put her in the mood? The way she used to reach out and use just the tips of her fingers to tickle me when we were in bed flashed right into my mind.

Hell, that would be a joke since the odds on her doing that now were so high no one would ever take the bet that she would.

A person can hope, though.

+++

A few years back Marie got a bad diagnosis, ended up having to have a hysterectomy. She changed after that, lost the eagerness for sex that she had before. I did do my best to be understanding, things like that really mess with female hormones. Sexuality had always been a fairly big part of our lives, and I loved the teasing things she would do to get me up and going.

Now for a very long time, that had mostly come to a stop.

Plus she was upset about the scar, and almost would not even let me see it, which meant I also almost never got to see her. By "see" her, you know what I mean. The peek a boo stuff, the little hints, they way her voice would change to a purr?

I always did have some voyeuristic tendencies, Marie was very well aware of that and took advantage of it on a regular basis.

"It's so ugly." She whimpered the night she first let me see the angry red line.

"No, it's not." I told her, and the truth is that it didn't bother me one bit. But things did go downhill from then on.

Marie now slept in her own bedroom, complaining about me snoring and I guess I don't exactly lay still when I sleep. I even went and bought one of those air machines, hoping it would help.

It didn't.

Once in a long while I could catch her fresh out of the shower and sort of just grab her, trying to get her to giggling. Marie normally put up a fake fuss at first.

If I did manage to get her down on the bed and plant my lips down there, she seemed to change her mind regular as clockwork. More often than not she would manage to get me stopped, though.

I was sure she did enjoy that, so why she avoided it is beyond me. Marie also almost never returned the favor, it was something she did not seem to enjoy.

I always felt that if both partners did not mutually enjoy a particular sex act, then there was no real reason to do it. So I never pressed that issue.

I happened to love giving oral, and my Marie seemed to still enjoy it if I could ever once get things started.

Plus I loved her, and I would have loved her if she did not let me touch her at all.

But I was seriously missing the way things had been between us before she got sick.

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I'm Frank Abbott, my wife is Marie Abbott. She is 51 now, last year when she turned 50 she bawled the entire damned day. I did my best to convince her that it was just a date on a calendar, she wasn't any different that day than she was the day before.

I didn't get very far with that, women are funny that way. I even searched the internet, hoping for a solution. I did find out I was not alone in being a man with a wife that would prefer to be celibate.

Of course those type of searches led me to other things, one day I read a story on Literotica about a man in a sexless marriage. That one ended in a disaster, something I did not want to happen to us. Driven by his own needs, the male character had found another. Some could handle a mix of others in their personal lives, some just cannot.

I happened to be one of those that the idea of going out and seeking relief from someone not my wife was not a good fit.

From the medical sites, the stories, I came to understand that my Marie was having feelings of not being attractive, a lack of self worth mixed in there, likely hormones all screwed up.

It took me months, but finally I convinced her to go see a Physician. He prescribed some medications, those did appear to help, Marie brightened up a little.

One evening I was just slipping into bed when she appeared at the bedroom door.

"Frank?" 

"Yea, honey?"

"Can I? I know I have been neglecting you, can I?" She came over to the bed, I reached out and tugged the covers back with a smile.

Hell, she didn't have to ask, but she did.

We made love, I did everything I knew to do to please her and it did seem to. 

But when I woke up the next morning I was alone in bed, she was asleep in her own room. Mornings were a time I loved, I often lay there watching her sleep, just looking at her and feeling proud that she was with me, and loved me.

I really missed those moments.

+++



Back when Marie was in her twenties she ran around with half her tits showing constantly, little short skirts with either panties so skimpy as to be no point and sometimes none at all.

Like I said, I always did have those voyeuristic tendencies, and Marie looking good was a major turn on for me. She was also as close to being an expert at offering accidental peeks of more than should be exposed.

She could be outright naughty too, I have seen her sit just right to give some poor guy one of those almost peeks. She knew very well that stuff didn't upset me, not really, rather the opposite. She was with me so there was no way anybody was going to get anywhere with her, that I knew for sure.

Dumb stuff, I know, a bit like this is MINE and you can't have any if that makes sense.

Over time that ended, it became heavy bras to hold her boobs up because by age 30 they headed South. The short skirts went away when her upper legs got bigger, her fanny added some size also which she constantly fought tooth and nail.

Marie was barely 40 when we had the scary time, but she came though it fine. That was tough, for both of us, the idea of maybe losing her was something I could not wrap my mind around.

It was almost a year before the Doctors told us they could no longer find any sign of her disease. During that period, she did lose all of the extra weight and even more, for awhile she was waif thin.

But then once again healthy she was eating good, and she filled right back out to just about what she weighed at age 20.

Her once on the dark side hair grew back out with natural streaks of lighter color in it, that was strange. The truth there is it looked good on her, I liked it.

Me? I kind of liked the 20 extra pounds on her before she became ill, it was all soft and cuddly, warm. I loved to get her down and fiddle with her until she got to the point of wriggling around all over the place trying to get me inside of her.

Besides, I had 20 pounds extra on me, and exactly where it is not flattering. Back when just a young guy I was a hunk, at least in my own mind. I could run and jump and play, and all I had to do to be ready for sex was think about it for roughly 5 seconds.

Young, man what a time! I could get off, not even lose my erection and turn right around and do it again. Now it's once and rest for a few hours, not that bad for in my early fifties but still?

Yea, we know all about what it's like as kids, but the truth is us older folks like naughty things too.

Now my Marie was conservative, damn near a prude.

Those days that were a kick in the ass became sort of few and far between.

+++

I remember once I was taking her out to the fanciest place in our town, I asked her to dress nice and sexy for me so I could be proud of having her on my arm. She had just turned 39 that time and still sometimes would get a little bit naughty.

"You want me to go out in public with my tits hanging out?" She asked, a bit scornfully. I knew she was faking that, we had gone out lots of times with her looking like a hottie.

"Yea!" I said with a grin, reaching for them since she was fresh out of the shower and all she had was a towel. She was using that on her hair so her jugs were swaying back and forth and....

Got my hand slapped, darn it.

But she did put on a pretty dress, and one of those bras I bought for her for MY birthday that her tits sort of sat on. 

I even got her to model that bra for me which was fun.

Later that really neat bra was stuffed in a drawer for years.

Out in public we went that time, Marie with her tits hanging out, at least one hell of a lot of them.  She was gorgeous, her hair all piled up and curly, I saw a few guys take a second look as we crossed the room which is always good for a man's ego.

Proud as punch, that was me, with my good looking lady grasping my arm.

The place had a male waiter, a young guy wearing a suit and he sure as hell liked looking down at the impressive expanse of Marie's boobs which made her blush and tug at her top all night.

Even that was different, before she usually seemed to like it when men noticed her.

Hell, the guy even went around by her shoulder to lean over and refill her wine glass. I knew that one more inch and he would be able to see her nipples, Marie gave me one of THOSE looks as I just grinned.

Back when we were in our 20's after we were first married, if some guy stared too much Marie was apt to yank one out and ask him if this was what he wanted to see!

There was no real extra modesty on my girl back then at all.

Another day Bill, my partner in our construction business was at our place, we had some plans to draw up for a bid. He had this kid with him he hired, maybe 19-20 or so. The kid was doing his best to check out Marie since she had on a tube top and little short skirt, she wore stuff like that around the house back then. 

If the kid slid any further down on the chair his butt would have been on the floor, Marie and I were sitting right across from him. He was being completely obvious that he wanted a peek up her skirt.

"Here you go!" Marie spread her legs, she had on a pair of undies which really didn't show much but the poor kid turned crimson and all but swallowed his Adam's apple. Bill just snorted, kept on with the drawing. He was used to Marie by then anyway.

Bill's own wife Alma was a short and overly busty gal that often wore bathing suits that were not intended to ever get wet. Like me, Bill delighted in that. We just looked though, never did anything at all. The idea really didn't even cross my mind.

A few times while Bill and I were doing plans our gals would go lay out on the nice grass in his back yard. They would both take off their tops and lay there on their tummies, which made it darned hard to concentrate on blueprints. When they turned over, they always held their tops modestly in place, sort of.

So Bill saw Marie's nipples and I saw Alma's briefly several times. That became normal, I guess.

We had a lot of fun when we were young, things like that were the reason I ended up with just her. I loved my Marie more than anything on Earth.

+++

Later, after her 39th birthday dinner and those bad times that came the next year, she told me that she was just too old to be dressing that way any more.

And she didn't.

Darn it.

Now she was asking me why I never suggested her getting a hall pass? I knew what that was from the movie, it gave the mate permission to go do anything, even get laid, but just for a short period.

No divorce, no anger, no questions about it either. The movie was kind of funny, and most of them never figured out how to manage to do it, although one couple did.

I figured that Marie was just teasing me. Maybe, just maybe she was thinking of getting laid? By me, I mean. 

Hell, I would go for that.

"Do people really do these things, cheat on each other all the time?" She asked me, still intent on whatever story she was reading.

"I don't know, maybe. I think if someone has permission, it isn't cheating. At least that appears to be the way most people think, anyway."

"Have you ever thought about cheating, you know. Having sex with someone else than me?" She asked.

I blinked at that one, to be honest I would have to say yes, but no way would I ever act on it.

"No. Not really, why?" I sort of fibbed. That wasn't completely true, I saw woman that looked interesting sometimes, and wondered. Everyone does, I am sure.

"Oh, no reason. I know you like sex, and I haven't been very good to you in that department." She looked over at me.

We looked at each other, there was one of those intimate moments a couple can have, so I was thinking along the lines of perhaps later?

But that night she showered, came out dressed in what I called her "don't even think about it" bedclothes, told me good night and went to her own room.

I lay there thinking, we had had quite a lengthy conversation. A rather confusing one for me.

+++

"No, I don't want to go get laid. No man would even want me, not at my age." She had told me on what I now call that "Hall pass" day. 

After we had talked awhile about the story and she asked me about cheating, I repeated my question. Again she mumbled that no one would be interested in her now.

"I am, and I would bet I am not alone at that idea." I told her.

"You are supposed to, you are my husband."

"I like the way you look." I was trying to encourage her.

"Oh, you." She got up and went into the bedroom.

Hall pass? What in the hell was up with that?

Just the story? Best to just let that go, I decided.

+++

It didn't take me much searching, I found the story she had been reading. It wasn't that bad, not great like some of the....uhhh...science fiction stories I read myself.

The husband in the story gave the wife one of those "hall passes", she went out and took advantage of it. Then she was all perked up and a hottie again with confidence, so he got laid regularly and everybody lived happily ever after.

Yea, sure. I never read those kinds of stories much. Well, not often anyway, the idea of some strange guy hosing my old lady just doesn't do it for me.

But it gave me an idea.

If I gave Marie one of those, no way would she take advantage of it.  But just the idea that she COULD go out and do something naughty might be enough to get her to thinking along those lines.

Now if I could get her to thinking along those lines, then maybe, just maybe she might do a little acting along the lines that I was thinking? Get her all fussed up like we used to get, perhaps we might end up with one of those all over the house sessions?

Clever of me, right?

Marie and I used to tease each other all the time, it's fun. Like once at a party, this gal was running around with a top on that if she stood sideways you could see the whole thing.

And those were nice tits, too!

I was sort of looking, I guess. Marie slipped up on me, hugged me from behind and gave me a big kiss on the neck.

"You would like some of that, wouldn't you, big boy?" She whispered in my ear.

I was busted, I stammered a little bit.

"Go right ahead if you want to. Just remember, I save all the pickle jars." She giggled. Then she reached down and grabbed my balls, gave me a little squeeze right in front of God and everybody.

I knew what she meant about the pickle jar, that wisecrack had popped up before.

That night, me ogling some other woman's tits got Marie all fussed up, just like some guy practically playing a lone game of twister trying to get a look at Marie did for me.

Yes, silly, I know, but we barely got our door shut that night when we got home.

"Hall Pass" huh? That would make one heck of a good joke.

+++

I used my printer to design and make a neat certificate, it had official looking scrolling in the corners and said "Hall Pass" in great big letters at the top of it.

Yes, this was going to be one hell of a good joke.

Below, in the text, I wrote the following.

{I, Frank, your loving husband grant you, Marie, my loving wife permission, upon presentation of this certificate, to do anything you wish with anyone you want to without explanation or repercussions of any kind for a period not to exceed 48 hours from the time and date of the presentation.

This pass may be used at any time, at your complete discretion.

At the conclusion of the 48 hour period you will return to me to be beautiful and totally faithful life time mate, understanding that YES, you really are a beautiful and completely desirable female that all men on planet Earth lust after. 

Then you will then perform oral sex on your loving husband as a penalty for having strayed, all will be forgiven and no questions will ever be asked.}





Now that was funny as hell, at least to me. I laughed at my own writing. Marie? No way in hell would she ever do anything at all, and a blow job was very close to completely out of the question. Oh, she had done that a little bit, but not one time did she ever take me all the way doing it. That just was not her thing, so I respected her and never pressed the issue.

I did make quite a few wisecracks about her doing that, though. She always just rolled her eyes.

I signed and dated it, snickering to myself over what I was sure would be her reaction. This was going to be one hell of a good joke, I could hardly wait to hand it to her. 

I planned to give it to her on our 30th wedding anniversary night out which was coming up in just a few days.

Her real gift, a pair of fancy Diamond earrings were in my pocket for later.

+++

That evening, when we were sipping some wine after dinner, I reached into my pocket and handed the envelope to her.

"What's this?" She asked with a smile, opening it.

I expected her to read it and laugh, or throw a fit, we would tease back and forth some, getting things into the mood. Then I would hand her the real present, she would get all warm and happy seeing those earrings since they cost me $900.00...?

Some dancing, snuggling, head home for a good time in bed.

Marie read it, her eyes widened. Then she read it again, looked up at me.

"Oh my God! Really?" She asked. She leaned forward and kissed me.

Then she stuffed it into her purse. 

She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip, the look on her face told me she was thinking.

That was not exactly the way I had it planned to go. I probably blinked at her a couple of times, she took another sip of wine, smiled at me.

Then she reached across and squeezed my forearm.

"You are so good to me, honey." She said.

I reached into my pocket, got the little case and handed it to her. She opened it, a look of delight crossed her face. Nearly instantly she took off the dangly things she had in her ears and put the new ones on.

$900.00 worth of bling looks pretty good I guess, but my mind was elsewhere.

She had stuffed that hall pass thing I wrote into her purse and never said another word about it.

I almost blurted out that it was just a joke, I even tried to a couple of times, for some reason I didn't.




The Joke



That night when we got home she showered right after I did and she wasn't in there for 30 solid minutes, which was not normal.

Closer to two minutes.

When she came out, she had on a tiny pair of black panties and that shelf bra I had bought for her years ago.

It had been awhile, my reaction was very close to instant.

Then she was all over me, telling me she loved me so much. At one point she even got down and sucked on me a little bit, which was an event so rare I really couldn't bring the last time she did that to mind.

I will say here that it was the best sex I had with my wife in years, lovemaking is great when the partner is eager.

Maybe it was the expensive set of earrings?

I was also completely aware of that hall pass thing she had in her purse. That was a joke, she was supposed to throw a fit and then I would tease her. We would both get a good laugh out of it then I finally hand her the real present and that would be it.

"Oh my God! Really?" The sum total of the conversation?

For a few days I worried, thinking of ways to mention that what I wrote was a joke. Nothing sounded right, in fact it sounded lame.

Marie never mentioned it, not once. So when days became weeks, then months, I forgot all about it.

+++

"I got the invitation from Margaret." Marie told me when I got home one afternoon.

"What invitation?" I asked, heading for the kitchen to get a cold beer. I already knew, we got those every year. They were usually held at a restaurant Margaret and her husband owned. Everyone had to pay for the dinner, overpriced average food so we had gone just once, our 5th one I think.

"Class reunion, it's in Reno."

"Reno? Why?"

"Beats me. She signed it using her maiden name so something has changed.  Lord, we haven't seen most of our classmates in years!  Can we go? You have vacation time coming." Marie asked.

"Sure, why not? Maybe it will be fun." I sat and clicked on the news, forgot all about it.

+++

Two months later we landed in Reno. At the big casino hotel Margaret was waiting for us, I swear the woman knew everyone's schedule and had every single moment planned out.

She had been the same way back in high school, one of those types that took over and got things done.

She also had not changed much, broomstick thin although her hair was now snow white, a few wrinkles which we all had since we were now in our 50's.

What looked from the outside as a nice set of breasts on her, I happened to know the truth there and I suspected quite a few of my class mates did, too.

I barely remembered the night way back when Margaret and I parked down by the docks, I pulled in behind a big pile of crab pots and we necked for a long time.

There was some pawing at each other, but when I went for her tits, she would shove my hands away. I probably would have given up but each time I started to her hand would find my crotch and get me all encouraged again.

She did let me investigate her lower body but would not allow me to touch her breasts which was kind of backwards from any of the other dates I had back then. I figured that out after maybe 30 minutes and she sighed when my fingers reached her panties.

I got a finger inside her and did some experimenting, finding her extremely sloppy wet. We did some struggling and I finally got her turned far enough that I got her panties clear off. She didn't resist when I lifted up her skirt so I could take a look, she just left her legs open and let me. But it sure was dark, so I reached over and flicked on the map light on my dash, she shuddered when I did that.

Then when I tried again up top she no longer resisted.

Her breasts were just nipples, almost nothing else. She had enough toilet tissue inside her bra to probably have damaged the local school budget so it was partly a surprise to me. Tiny little nipples from what I could barely see since the dash light wasn't real bright. There was a street light also but it was quite a ways away.

"Can you do that some more...down there?" She had asked me with a gasp. She had a death grip with one hand on my erection at the time, her voice came in little gasps.

I was quite happy to oblige. I quickly had my head down there looking at her sloppy wet pussy, poking and rubbing it with my fingers.

"Lick me!" Margaret gasped. That was something I had never done or even thought of, in fact Margaret's was the very first naked pussy I ever saw.

So I licked her. She let out some squeals so loud I was sure someone would be coming by to investigate but no one did.

I hadn't even thought about that night in many many years, so at the hotel when she grabbed me and gave me one of her hugs I remembered it clearly because I could feel big bumps against my chest and knew very well she probably dented the hotel and casino toilet tissue budget.

She had whispered to me that I had to use a rubber that night years back, and I didn't have one.

Darn it.

I even went and bought some later, going through the red faced moment at the counter of the drug store, some matronly lady standing there of course.

Of course. The lady looked at me and grinned, handed me the pack of Trojans and rang up the sale.

I escaped with my face flaming.

But by then Margaret was dating George Hanson who was on the football team. That made her untouchable. If you ever met George you would understand why, he came in at around 260 pounds, roughly 80 pounds more than me back then.

Now Margaret was hugging me, slobbering on my chin, I saw Marie over her shoulder standing not 10 feet away and looking at us.

"You won't need rubbers any more, Danny." Margaret whispered in my ear, which floored me.

I guess I blushed, she tipped her head back and laughed.

"What did Margaret have to say?" Marie asked me the moment the elevator doors closed.

"She told me I didn't need rubbers any more." I said. I normally was always as honest as I could be with my Marie. Well, mostly. Marie never asked about any of my experiences in school and in college, so I didn't volunteer. I never asked her, either, since I happened to know Marie was a virgin on our wedding night.

My own experiences were not all that extensive, anyway. Sure, there had been some necking, playing with a few of the girl's titties, a couple of them let me finger fuck them which was cool.

Margaret was quite expert with her hands that night which was as close as we got.

"God. I suppose you used to...God. With Margaret?" Marie almost sounded scornful.

"No, I never did. You know I like big titties." I reached out and copped a feel.

Best to change the subject here.

"Good thing, I would need to send you out and have you tested." She laughed, slapping my hand away.

"Hell, it's been damn near 30 years." I said.

"I don't care. Margaret did everybody. I better go buy a bottle of bleach, spray you down after the way she practically mugged you." Marie giggled at that.

We settled in, Marie and I went down to the meeting room where Margaret I knew would get to be up on stage and revel in her own importance.

There was some milling around, a bunch of hugs, some of it between people I knew damned good and well didn't even like each other. I even shook some hands with people I barely remembered, did my best to pretend with some that I knew who they were.

They tell me human beings quit growing at around age 20 or so, I am here to tell you that for most, that is not true. Some of the gals that were stone foxes, cheerleaders when we were in school now sported behinds that were amazing.

It didn't take me very long to do the rounds, say hi to everybody even though a few of them I didn't even know who in the hell they were.

I saw Marie over talking to Allan Thompson, he was the fat kid in our school. I noticed he sure wasn't fat any more! 

In fact, he had turned into one hell of good looking man. I remembered Allan well, he and Marie had been friends forever, they lived next door to each other and talked a lot, growing up and playing together as little kids.

I liked Allan myself, I saw him many times when I went over to pick up Marie for a date. His family had a swimming pool, sometimes on hot days we all hung out over there. Without fail, he always wore a T-shirt, even in the pool, shy about being fat I guessed. He was probably around 350 pounds when we all got our diplomas, and oddly he was probably one of the most popular kids in school.

Marie mentioned long before that as kids they had skinny dipped in that same pool, up until she began to grow pubic hairs. Then that stopped. I hadn't thought about that in years since it was nothing, for some reason it popped into my head at that moment.

Allan was such a happy go lucky guy, always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh, his big belly bouncing when he laughed.

It was a surprise to see him, looking about 180 pounds, his shoulders broad, his body lean and fit. The suit he had on was clearly expensive, too.

Now Allan and my wife were engrossed in a close conversation, she was smiling and laughing. Nothing abnormal there, you nearly could not even talk to Allan without laughing, it was just the way he was.

The surprise was he appeared to have lost over half his body weight.

I was headed over that way when I got myself cornered by Sally Pridgeon. She had even more of her tits showing than Marie did, something I had noticed about Marie when we left the room.

My wife had on a brand new outfit, one that looked a bit more like Marie would have picked at age 30 rather than lately. I did notice something else, she appeared to be even more slim?

She was already reasonably slender, but now? It hit me that she must have been dieting or doing exercises the last couple of months.

Easy to understand that, meeting everyone you knew from back in school, a person wants to look their best. But Marie had never said anything about it.

Changes sneak up on a person when one sees them every single day I guess.  I really hadn't noticed until I saw her in that dress.

My gal looked pretty darned good, I was thinking. 

I liked that.

But I was distracted as I headed over to where she and her friend Allan were visiting. Sally was suddenly right there, doing the gushing thing she was so good at.

I glanced up again at Marie, just in time to see Allan take her in his arms and hug her, she kissed him on the cheek as he let go.

"Frank! You look just wonderful!" Sally got my attention again.

I had dated Sally also, and by then I had those rubbers in my glove compartment and even got to use one. I got hugged again, finally getting myself unhooked, but I was stuck talking to Sally for several minutes.

Sally kept doing the huge hugs and kisses stuff.

By the time I looked up again, no Marie. I went searching, finally found her over by the bar, encircled by a half dozen men. A couple of them I recognized even though they had changed a lot.

She was smiling, flipping her hair, I know flirting when I see it. Standing back and not saying much was Allan Thompson, I did notice he was watching Marie intently.

Of course I couldn't blame him for that.

"Hi, honey!" She smiled when I rescued her. The men all looked unhappy to see me show up. Marie was showing the signs of whatever in the hell she had been drinking, and it sure wasn't wine. I did turn to say hello to Allan, but he was gone.

We went over and found our table, I asked the waitress for some coffee for her.

"You old fuddy duddy, you." Marie giggled. That came out a little bit slurred. We never drank at home, so if we were out and Marie had a couple, she could get pretty silly rather quickly.

About then Margaret got up on the stage and did her thing, complete with photos of all of us making fools out of ourselves back in school.

One popped up I forgot all about, it was me and Sally at a football game, we were sitting there and Sally had her hand resting on my lap.

Margaret was the one that snapped that photo, she could have gone the rest of her life without putting that up there.

The damn bulge in my slacks was sort of obvious since I didn't wear underwear on my dates with Sally and my you know what was dangling down my pants leg, creating a clear outline.

Fucking Margaret even had a closeup which showed Sally's hand about one inch from my stuff which was as impressive as it could get since Sally had been rubbing it maybe 60 seconds earlier.

Of course the whole place erupted into big laughs at my expense. It didn't help one damned bit that Sally was sitting at a table right next to us, she turned and gave me a huge grin.

I glanced at Marie, she looked my way and one eyebrow went up but she didn't say anything.

When the get together was over, it was almost merciful. 

I asked her if she wanted to go play some of the games for awhile, but she shook her head no.



Marie and I went up to our room, I was hoping maybe she might be in the mood but no such luck.

"Sally, too?" She asked me with what looked like disgust. 

"Honey, that was 30 years ago!" I protested, but she went to the bathroom, showered. When she came out it was clear the drinks were hitting her. She slid into bed with me since it was the only bed in the room, turned and gave me a kiss and said good night.

The next day we went and ate breakfast, played the machines a little bit. Those did their job, which is to relieve folks of the burden of carrying heavy money around.

Marie was acting a little bit cool, not normal for her at all. I was thinking that damn picture pissed her off some, and I almost was wishing she would bring that up.

Hell, that was months before I even dated Marie and I was just a stupid kid back then, so she shouldn't be upset.

I was playing a nickle machine, Marie said she had to go use the bathroom. She was barely out of sight when here came Margaret...and Sally. Sally plopped down on one side and Margaret on the other.

"I was serious, you know." Margaret gave me a big smile.

"About what?" I asked, checking out the distance to the elevators.

"What I told you when you first got here." She smirked.

"Maggie and I are in room 316." Sally piped up just about then.

I got that.

"Hey, look. Marie and I...." That was as far as I got, Sally reached out and put her hand on my groin at the exact instant that Marie came back around the corner. Sally pulled her hand back but not before Marie saw that.

Sally just grinned up at Marie who didn't even change expression.

Marie looked at me, told me she was going to go lie down and headed for the elevators.

"Hey, you ladies are going to have to leave me alone." I told them, hitting the cash out button.

A couple of things had lined up and I had just over $200.00, so I took that to one of the machines, got my money and headed for the room.

Marie wasn't there.

On the bed, in plain sight was that stupid hall pass form I had given her as a joke months before!

Hell, I wasn't more than five minutes behind her, she must have been in one of the other elevators going down while I was going up.

Now what in the hell?

I turned and hurried after her.

I pushed the button, paced until the elevator arrived. I spent probably 20 minutes searching downstairs in the casino, no Marie.

Thinking maybe she went back up to our room, I headed again for the elevators. Marie was not there, and now I had no idea at all of where to look.

Would she really go off to some guy's room? If so, who? Did she leave the hotel? To where?

She didn't know anyone in Reno except our classmates.

But she left that stupid thing I wrote on the bed, knowing I would find it. Was Marie so angry with me that she would go out and do something with someone?

She had to be somewhere in the hotel, nothing else made any sense. I knew she had a couple of drinks while we were down playing, but she hadn't appeared drunk.

The only men I saw her talking to were George Hanson and just for a moment, then some guys whose names I didn't know and a few I did but for the life of me I couldn't remember them.

And Allan Thompson! 

Of course, if it was anyone at all it would be him, in school he was the fat kid but Marie and Allan were friends. They were on the debate team as partners, and a few times I had seen the two of them studying in the library together.

Not once had I thought anything of that, not even after Marie and I started dating. Allan was a fat kid and mostly just around, but he was always welcome because he really was a fun guy.

But he sure as hell was not fat any more!

The last thing I saw was Marie lifting up on tiptoe, kissing the guy on the cheek? Allan was bigger than me, in better shape than me, better looking to boot, and appeared to have money?

My face flushed, it had to be him Marie went to be with.

I called the front desk and asked for Allan's room number, they wouldn't give it to me. That pissed me off but there was nothing I could do about it.

Back down to the casino I went, another quick search but she was nowhere to be found. Giving up, I headed for the elevators, but almost ran over Margaret.

"Hey, do you know which room Allan Thompson is in?" I asked her.

"Sure, 420, why?" She asked.

Marie and I were in room 416.

"No reason." I said. Margaret raised one eyebrow, then grinned at me. I ignored her, got on the elevator and hit the button.

I stopped first at our room just in case Marie was there, she wasn't but the phone light was flashing which meant a message.

"Honey, I am all right. Please don't get upset, but I want to get some things off my chest. I love you." The line went click.

I went straight out the door and down the hall, banged on the door of room 420. I heard some noises inside, then the door opened.

There stood Allan with a large towel wrapped around his waist. His upper body looked like someone who had been working out for years.

"Frank? What's up?" He asked.

"Is Marie here?" I demanded.

"Marie? No. What would she be doing....?" I pushed past him, stepped into the room. There sat Sally, all she had on was a pair of panties, her arms folded across her breasts.

"Oh. Frank? Hi!" She said with a smile.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry, I thought...." My face turned crimson.

"So what in the hell is going on, Frank?" Allan asked me.

"I was looking for Marie, I thought...?"

"She isn't here. What would make you think that?" He asked.

"Looks like Frank thought his wifey was up here getting some!" Sally laughed.

"It's not funny, Sally." I said. Sally had gotten up, her breasts bare and she was not concerned one bit.

"It sounds funny to me, Frank. Since she is somewhere having a good time, why don't you stick around?" She was still smiling.

"Sorry, Allan." I told him on the way out.

"No problem, Frank. Hey, good luck, OK?" he answered. Allan, being the usual nice fucking guy.

Well, I had just managed nicely to make a complete fool out of myself.

I went back to our room, nothing else to do. I must have slept, the next thing I knew I heard the door.

"Hi, honey." Marie looked like she had been drinking again.

"Where in the hell have you been?" I demanded, a bit too loudly.

"Hey. You promised. You said no questions." She said, then she giggled. Now it was very clear that she was fairly well plastered.

"You took off, no explanation, nothing. I looked all over for you."

"No I didn't. I left the hall pass you gave me. I decided to go cash that in. I have 48 whole hours and you aren't supposed to say anything!" She said stubbornly.

My mouth opened and closed a couple of times.

"You seemed to be real interested in that Margaret and Sally woman." Marie told me. She was still acting giggly which did not fit at all what she was saying.

"I wasn't. I didn't do anything. Now where in the hell have you been?" I demanded.




The Joke



"Well, if you have to know, I went down to the spa. I got a facial, had my nails done." She waved her hand at me, sure enough, someone had done her nails. She didn't have any makeup on at all, either.

Now I felt just plain silly.

"I got a nice massage, too." She tittered.

I just looked at her.

"They had champagne, all you wanted." She giggled again. No doubt she most certainly had her fair share.

"The massage was real good, that was fun." She started taking off her clothes.

"They wiped me down with a towel but I still feel all oily."

"They? Who is they?" I asked.

"Oh, just a couple of guys." She had her blouse off by now. There was no bra, I hadn't noticed that.

"What? A couple of guys? And where is your bra?"

"Yea. Cute ones, too. They sure didn't miss much. Oh. I must have left my bra at the spa, I will go get it." Marie giggled again, headed for the door.

"Wait! You can't go out there with no top on." I said.

"Oh. Right." Then she giggled again.

"What's this about TWO guys?" I asked her again.

"They just gave me a massage, no big deal. Besides, you aren't supposed to ask, you promised." She shut the bathroom door. I heard the shower start.

Marie came back out a few minutes later, she was completely naked.

"Will you make love to me, honey? You do still love me, don't you?" She was seriously slurring her words.

"Marie, what happened to you? What did you do?" I asked.

"I saw you with Margaret and that...Sally woman. She had her hands on you." She accused me.

"That wasn't my fault. Sally just did that." 

"Well, those guys did too! They rubbed me on my back and they rubbed me on my front and they rubbed on my top and they rubbed me on my bottom." She said that in almost a sing song voice. 

"You mean you let two guys....naked?" I asked.

"No, they had a little towel over my twat, but they did rub everything else. That was sure a little towel, it tickled. I told them it tickled too, they just laughed and told me they had to keep my twat covered up or they could get fired. I think they must be gay, at least the one guy was. God that felt good, they even rubbed my titties! They called them 'TaTa's', said they were really pretty ones. The tall guy must have rubbed them for half an hour, I think he was having fun!" Marie giggled some more, then she laid down. She was asleep in seconds.

She used the word, "twat". Up until that moment I had never heard her say that, so I was reasonably sure where she came up with it.

Did she really let two guys massage her all over, even her bare breasts? I was reasonably sure she had done exactly that.

I looked at her for a long time, she was snoring softly. I reached for the covers and tucked her in.

+++

Around 10 O'clock the next morning, Marie woke up. She let out a groan and sat up. I handed her a glass of water, she drank all of it, then went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, something else she never did.

How a woman can pee for five solid minutes is beyond me.

"Hungry?" I asked her when she came out.

"Yea, can we just get room service? I don't want to go anywhere. I need a bath." She shut the bathroom door, I heard the shower start.

I called downstairs, ordered some scrambled eggs and toast, some fruit. She was still in the bathroom when the knock came at the door.

I let the older guy in, he was pushing a cart. Just as he was setting everything up, Marie walked out.

Still naked!

"Oops!" She said, going right back in.

"Sorry." I told the man, tipping him 10 bucks.

"No problem Sir. I didn't mind at all." He gave me a huge grin and left.

Marie came back out, she had a big smile on her face.

"Did you do that deliberately?" I asked her.

"Uh huh." She grinned.

"Why?" I asked.

"To get you excited. Say, aren't you even going to say anything?" She asked.

"About what?" I asked, then it hit me. Her normally very bushy and curly pubic hair was now a tiny little "V".

"You mean you let those two guys do that?" I asked, pointing.

"No, it was one of the women. I bought the whole spa package for $300.00."

"You really did let two guys rub you down?" I asked.

"Yep. I sure did."

"You didn't...I mean..have sex?"

"No, of course not. They just rubbed me, for a whole hour! It was great! But you aren't supposed to ask. I still have one whole day coming, too!"

I managed to hold my temper but it wasn't easy.

Nothing more was said, Marie was back and she wasn't hurt although her head still hurt.

Along towards evening we went down and played some with no success. At one point she was several machines away from me, Allan came by, stopped and talked to her. I saw her look my way and grin, then go back to talking to Allan.

A few minutes later, I saw Allan glance my way, then he got up and left. Marie got up and came over to sit by me.

"I don't want you mad at me." She said.

"Why would I get mad at you?"

"Allan asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him, it's been years since he and I visited."

"You want to go out to dinner with some other guy?" I asked.

"Yea. It's just Allen, we have known each other since we were little kids." She looked at me expectantly.

"Allan isn't a little kid any more." I said, doing my best to keep a straight face.

"Allan is a nice guy, you don't need to worry. It's just for dinner and a visit, we haven't seen each other in years."

I looked at her for quite a long time.

"You did give me that hall pass, honey." She told me.

"That was supposed to be a joke!" I blurted out.

"It was? You didn't tell me that." 

"I guess I should have." I said.

"Oh. OK, then." Marie stood up, started to leave. She looked unhappy.

"Honey, wait." I called after her.

"What?" She asked.

"Look, if you want to go to dinner with Allan, catch up on things, it's fine."

"Really? You won't be mad?"

"No, I won't be mad. Let's just say I will honor what I said, you have one more day, OK?"

"Really? Thank you, honey! I love you!" She kissed me, then headed up to our room.

I sat there wondering what I had just done.

This Allan guy was no longer the fat kid that was just there, he was in good shape, well dressed.

I saw him in his room, with Sally so he most certainly was interested in women. Still, Marie and Allan had simply been next door neighbors, friends, so I was reasonably sure that was all there was to it.

I spent the next few hours wandering around the casino, trying different games and not doing very much. Around 10 PM I went up to our room, turned on the TV.

I was asleep in short order, probably due to having three of those free drinks.

I woke up around midnight, no Marie. That I didn't expect, I reached for the phone to call her, then I set it down.

A few hours later, I woke up, realized Marie was in bed with me, I hadn't heard her come in. I sat there and watched her in the light from outside, she was sleeping peacefully.

+++

Marie was up and fully dressed when I woke up at around 8 O'clock.

"Morning, honey." She smiled. I yawned and stretched, sat up. I desperately wanted to ask her about the night before, what had happened, but I managed not to.

Marie got up and walked over to the edge of the bed, slipped down to her knees. She tugged the covers back, reached out and began to stroke me.

"What?" I started to ask.

"Shhh, honey. No questions, remember?" Marie leaned forward and slid her lips over me, my erection began to build and quickly. I would like to say it lasted for a long time, but it didn't, I felt myself going past the point of control in just a couple of minutes.

Marie did not stop, either, for the very first time she swallowed every drop I had to give.

Finally she was done, she lay down beside me and hugged me so tightly I was having trouble breathing.

My mind was full of questions, but I never asked. Marie also never told me one word about that night.

+++

The airplane ride home was uneventful, once home we settled in and things returned to normal...almost.

Marie moved back into our bed, and our sex life returned to closer to what had been normal years before.

Even some of her outfits went back to the way they had been, nothing anyone would consider terribly naughty but certainly attractive. I also noticed that Marie never did put on the extra weight she had carried for years on her lower body. One day I figured out why when I found the exercise channel recordings on our TV set.

She kept a perfect house and now never said no when I reached for her, although some of the teasing was gone. The days of depression she had suffered with for years seemed gone now, too.

We even joined a local bowling league, we now fit right in with the older married couples there.

In the back of my mind was that last night in Reno. I knew damn good and well that something had happened, I just did not know what. I did manage to not ask, though.

The other part was that damned massage, Marie had never gone into real detail about that, either.

I do have to say not knowing bothered me, but I said nothing. It was better that way, I guess.

A full year went by, one day I came home from work and Marie mentioned we had one of those annual invitations to a reunion Margaret was always handling.

"Do you want to go?" She asked after telling me this one was going to be at a resort we knew of up in the nearby mountains.

"Sure, honey, if you want to. Is Allan going to be there?" That just came out of me without thinking.

"I don't know. Maybe." Her eyes studied me for several long seconds.

"Have you talked to him...since that night?" I asked.

"No." She was still looking at me curiously.

"Maybe I can get in a few rounds of Golf, there is a club right there." I said, shifting the subject.

"That would be nice."

That night, right after dinner, Marie handed me an envelope. I opened it, inside she had made up a certificate.

"Hall Pass." It read in large letters at the top.

It read word for word exactly like the one I had given her, except for the very last part.

"I will do anything you say, anything you want at any time, for forever if you will just please keep loving me."

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your turn, honey." Marie smiled.

"Why?" I asked.

She looked down, then back up, her eyes holding mine in a steady gaze.

"So what happens if I decide to cash this in?" I asked.

"That's up to you, honey." 

"Like you did?" I finally asked the question. I didn't have to be specific, she knew exactly what I was asking.

Marie hesitated, then she nodded.

"With Allan Thompson?"

Marie nodded again.

I suppose I always did know that, the next question was formed in my mind, but I didn't have to say it.

"You want to know, don't you?" She asked me.

"Yes. I know I said I would not ask, but I guess I figured that by now you would tell me."

Marie took a deep breath.

"OK. It bothers me too. We had dinner and talked, you know I always liked Allan. It really was a good time, he told me all about the company he built, how he got tired of always being heavy so he hired a trainer and worked out. He said it took him over five years.

Then we went into the lounge and listened to the band, even danced a few songs. That was fun, and he kept telling me how good I looked."

"I see." I said, a little bit bitterly.

"Please? Just listen. After, when we got off the elevator, he asked me to stop by his room. I was thinking we would have a drink and talk some more, then I would come back to you since our room was just down the hall. He..he said he had some..pot, too. I hadn't done any of that for maybe 25 years."

"I see." I said again.

"Please, let me finish?"

I nodded, almost holding my breath.

"We got stoned and had a drink, talking about things that happened back when we were kids. He asked me if I wanted to join him in the hot tub, like we did back when we were kids in his pool. We had been laughing and joking, acting up, you know how Allan is. I guess I knew right then and should have said no, but I did anyway. We got....naked, he was looking at me and I guess I liked that and I was teasing him. I wasn't bashful about it, we did that a lot back when we were growing up.

In the pool, he hugged me, told me he had wanted to be with me since we were kids, and it was why he had never gotten married. I think I always was aware he liked me way more than just friends. He never said anything, though, not once. If Allan had asked me out back then, I would have gone out with him, I liked him. Sure he was very fat but I didn't care. Allan was always so nice to me.

When he kissed me, and I let him. By then I wanted him, honey." Marie looked intently at me for a reaction, I was careful to not show any.

"We got out of the pool, he used a towel to dry me off. Then he told me I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He began to hold me, touch me. That felt so good I let him. I was still thinking to myself that I was going to stop him, say no, but the words would not come out. I saw him reach for a condom.

Then we were on top of the bed, and doing it, so it was too late."

I nodded.

"You always knew, didn't you? But you....didn't hate me, you didn't divorce me."

"No. I love you." I told her.

"I found out some things. Sex is just...sex. I think I could probably....you know...climax with anybody. But when it's with someone you love, it's way more than that."

"Was he...good?"

"Yes, he was. I am not going to lie about that, not now. He was careful, and took his time. It felt good, I guess, but it wasn't the same. I was never with anyone else but you, ever, until....then. Now I know that I would much rather be with just you. That...doing that? It's like it was just a dream now." 

"For a long time after I got sick, I didn't feel..well, like much of a woman." She added.

"Marie, was that the only time? I mean, with anybody?" I asked her.

"Yes, honey. Just Allan, and I don't even know why for sure. He did tell me he loved me, that's when I told him I loved you and could never be with him again. After we were done, I only wanted to get back here to you."

I didn't say anything, I think I understood. I wasn't happy about it, and I was thinking it might be tough to find that level of total trust in her again.

All of it due to what started as a stupid joke? And something that I probably could have stopped at any time.

Yet things were better now, far more so than they had been before. That really made no sense to me. Had Marie figured out that she really was desirable, or was she just afraid of me leaving her?

All there was to do was go on, the last year was much closer to the way we had been when we were young. I had come to terms with the fact that we were not young now, and never would be. But we could still be good together, and the last thing I wanted was to be without Marie for the rest of my life.

I guess I was quiet for a very long time, Marie just sat there waiting.

"Are we all right, honey? I am better now, I want to be a good wife to you. I really do need you to love me." I could see she was right on the edge of tears, so I got up and hugged her.

"Yes. I think so. And I do love you." I told her.

"The massage?" I asked. I wanted to know about that, also. I thought I already did, but wanted to hear her say it.

"Oh, that. That's all it was, really. Two guys rubbed me all over, I think I did that because I was a little bit mad at you. But it was nothing, they kept my bottom covered up the whole time."

"That's all that was?"

"Yes."

"What if that had been different, and they wanted to do more, like touch you down there or something? What would you have done?" I asked.

"Right then? I probably would have...let them." She looked down.

I just shrugged. I knew she was telling me the truth.

Then I deliberately folded up the certificate she gave me, put it carefully into my wallet. 

A tiny demonstration of my upset, I guess.

I had been hiding that upset for nearly a full year, holding it in, knowing but not knowing? 

Was that now all gone from me? No, of course not, but I knew I could live with it.

She watched me do that, winced slightly and didn't say a word. 

It struck me that she expected me to probably tear that up.

Just like I had expected her to laugh when I gave her mine. Let her wonder for awhile, I was thinking.

Marie got up, began to gather up the dishes.

Would I take advantage, use it as an excuse to have sex with some woman? I seriously doubted it, since there was no need.

No need at all, and besides, I didn't have a single clue of who that might even be. 

But there was one thing.

"Anything I want, huh?" I grinned at Marie.

She looked up at me.

"You still have that bra I got for you, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I do." She looked slightly puzzled for a moment, then she grinned.

"Would you like to wear that for me, say when we go out to dinner or somewhere?"

"Yes, honey. Anything you want."



The Joke Ch. 02



I'm Frank, my wife is named Marie. If you read "The Joke", then you have an idea what is going on, if not, then this will probably be confusing.

If you don't like stories about wives straying, making mistakes then you won't like this much, just a warning.

Back when Marie and I first began dating, my goal was simply to get her panties off, plain truth there.

That was something I had done with a few others back then, doing the learning curve bit about females.

Marie had one of those nice round bodies, round where it matters and nice and flat, solid where it counts. She wasn't real shy, I saw her wearing a a T-shirt with no bra many times before I ever asked her to the movies.

The guy that got into the mix somehow, Allan Thompson was the same age as we all were, and he was the hilarious overly fat kid that lived next door to Marie. I remember when I showed up in my noisy Chevy Nova for the first date, there he was, on his porch. I waved, he waved, that was it.

Marie answered the door, oh YUMYUM! Pretty, bright smile, yep, I had plans for her.

It took quite some time, three, maybe four dates, finally I did manage to get my hands inside her bra and found she had no need to pad anything at all.

I liked that, and the truth is so did she.  There was quite a bit of necking, finding out what each other liked.

Somewhere in there she became mine and I became hers, that just happened all by itself.

We almost went all the way one night, she got so hot that when I started rubbing her panties they felt simply soaked. Her own hand had found it's way inside my slacks, I swear to God I think she orgasmed the instant she touched bare flesh.

I damn near did myself.

Then barely in time she squirmed away, got me stopped. That was because she saw me pull a rubber out of my glove compartment.

"Frank, we can't. Please? I love you but we just can't." She told me, tugging at her clothing.

I stopped of course, no meant no to me. Then I held her for a long time. Later I took her home. The way she looked standing on her porch that night, both of us not wanting the other to go sort of did it.

The very next day I went down and bought a ring, drove directly over to her house. I was barely past being a kid if that, it didn't matter.

I wanted her all to myself and I was not going to take any chances.

She said yes, hugging me and crying about it.

Our parents basically shit a brick, we sat stubbornly holding hands through hours of lectures about being too young and all of the pitfalls of married life.

All four of them got us trapped, hell, a person would think that their own lives were pure hell.

My parents cuddled all the time, I saw that. They couldn't fool me, I knew how happy they were with each other.

Still, it was Marie's Dad that finally gve up first. He reached for his wife's hand Marie's Mom was a spitting image of Marie at the time.

"You and I were barely 20, honey. We did OK." He told her. Everybody looked at each other, there were some smiles. I had Marie's hand in mine.

Then my Dad looked at my Mom, he grinned too.

But by then there was not a single doubt in my own mind, Marie was the one and she felt the same way. 

We married just two days before my 20th birthday.

Now, I am 54, in all that time I have never touched another female, there simply was no need.

Look? Sure, I am male, human. But sex with another? No, no way. I could not cheat on her, she was simply far to precious to me.

Marie did though. Just once. Which is what this story is about.

+++

Our life together was good, right from the gitgo. Once Marie and I got through our wedding night without too much hassle, it very quickly became obvious that she loved sex as much as I did.

Marie loved to tease me, she loved to try and get me going. That worked too, I always did have a little bit of pervert in me. Looking at women was a favorite past time. Marie figured that out in no time at all and went to great lengths to make sure that it was HER I looked at most of the time.

Kids? We were never blessed and we had 20 years in together before I found out why. We could have gone and gotten ourselves tested I suppose, maybe we should have.

Why didn't we? I don't know. We did talk about it but never did. Then came the bad time, Marie was barely into her forties.

That thing they cut out of her, the thing that turned into very bad news was the size of a tennis ball. It lay there inside her for years, benign, growing slowly until one day it was no longer growing slowly.  A few times she mentioned a dull ache but it always went away.

Following was more bad times, she lost all of her hair, and she was very sick for over a year.

Things had been slipping some already between us, for one thing she moved into our spare bedroom which I did not like one bit. She wasn't feeling well, but she did try to hide that. I knew though, and I was hoping she would come out of it.

The mood swings began rather early, I guess around age 34-35. She was skipping her periods and then having very difficult ones, when one day I came home to find her in bed and miserable I no longer tried to coax her into seeing a Physician.

I think she had suspicions by then that something was serious, but she stayed in denial for way longer than she should have. 

So I just loaded her up and hauled her in there, finally there was not much protest.

After the surgery, then Chemo, the Doctors told us they could no longer find any signs of her disease. 

I was thinking, hoping that the situation at home between us would improve.

It didn't, not really. We did make love, a bit rarely, usually after some aggression on my part. Slowly, very slowly I was getting my Marie back to almost normal.

I thought so anyway.

Still, she slept in the spare bedroom.

+++

One evening Marie and I were reading online, one of my outlets now was erotic stories, I liked the ones about a wife showing off, the teasing ones.

Marie used to do a little bit of that back when we were kids, I liked it.  She really was good at getting me fussed up.

I had even attempted to get Marie to perhaps dress a bit nasty when we went out, like she did when we were crazy kids but she was having none of that.

Marie kept claiming that she was too old and no one was interested in her any more, which I was completely sure was not even slightly true.

120 pounds on a busty 5'4" frame is not out of shape, I don't think.

We had reached that impasse, me still very interested in sex, Marie showing little signs of interest.

I have to say the situation was not good, that was not a happy time for me.

I did manage to get her on a beach just once after she was once again feeling good, she wore a one piece bathing suit because she was totally concerned about anyone seeing the scar on her lower belly.

I had seen it, a person would need to get down and peer at it to know what it was, but there was no convincing her otherwise. It's difficult for a man to completely understand what a woman feels like losing her female organs.

Maybe if we ever heard a Doctor tell us he was going to remove our testicles, then we might get it?

"I just don't feel like a woman, I don't feel sexy, honey." I will bet I heard that 30, maybe 40 times.

Anyway, we were on that beach and a couple of women went by with no tops on, bare breasts bouncing happily.

I looked. Of course I looked.

Marie started crying. Of course that ended our outing. There were quite a few incidents like that, out shopping, driving down the street and I would take a second look.

Men can't help that, at least most men can't.

+++

So sitting there that night that started all the trouble, I was floored when Marie asked me why I had never given her a "Hall Pass."

She used that teasing tone of voice that was so familiar, but one I hadn't heard from her in a very long time. I knew very well she was not actually asking me for anything, not really.

At that point it was just something she read in a story, so she teased me.

That's what gave me the idea, I made one up as a joke, and was sure it would be a good one.

No point in rehashing all of that and what happened, except to say Marie took me seriously, or it looked like that. It was a long time later that we discussed that, she told me she planned on the spur of the moment to tease me with it later, and the thought of actually doing something never even crossed her mind.

I am reasonably sure she was telling me the truth. I never did catch her in an outright lie, she was far more likely to just not say anything at all.

Kind of like the time I was late getting home one hot day. I had stopped at a park to get a drink of water, there was a fountain there. I spotted a pretty woman lying on a blanket, then it hit me she had no panties on.

Yes, that made me twenty minutes late getting home, I sat on a nearby bench and pretended to be watching some Squirrels. I never told Marie about that, so was that a lie?

The movie, the silly story she read fresh in her mind, about a "Hall Pass? Most would not understand, could not know how her mind works.

Yes, she would use it, but she would just wave it at me if she caught me checking our some hot gal with a grin.

So I told you in the last story about how that came about. Stupid stuff, a combination of events.

+++

That ended up with my Marie in her childhood friend's room, stoned and drunk to boot, vulnerable, but...trusting him?  Still feeling that she was not attractive like she used to be, and she had witnessed Sally and Margaret, their responses to seeing me.

Allan's compliments, the man himself in love with her added to that, made her feel something that had been missing.

Then somehow naked in a hot tub and sex for the first time in her life with someone other than me.

Full of guilt, Marie changed and began to go out of her way to please me. During that period, I knew something had gone on, of course I did. 

Necking maybe? Petting? 

Yes, I knew there was something.

But not for sure if that makes any sense.

Why didn't I say anything, ask? I was waiting for her to tell me, then time went by and it passed from my mind, mostly.

+++

It was a full year later, we got the next class reunion thing from our classmate Margaret. 

That was what brought it right back out into the open.

My Marie had held her guilt about that night in Reno inside herself the whole time, it all came out that night.

I had some of my own upsets, but not being sure and not wanting to press her in her still vulnerable state, I didn't ask.

When It finally did, and it all came pouring out of her, I guess I should have been shocked, upset? I wasn't shocked, I was upset. 

I already was reasonably sure I knew.

I know. I was supposed to shoot her, divorce her, take all the money and leave her shoeless and alone.  Maybe skin her alive, pour battery acid on her and drag her behind my Toyota pickup by one leg down the street?

Then go beat the hell out of Allen, who probably DID have it coming, assuming I could even manage that without using a Golf club or a gun or something.

Allan, now rich, no longer fat, always in love with Marie which was something I did not know at the time.

Had I known that, there is no way in hell I would have ever let her go to that dinner without me there, that "just to catch up" fucking dinner.

A future without my Marie? Alone? That was not something I could ever survive. So I held her that night when she confessed, I held her in my arms for hours. Then we went to bed, we didn't make love, we just slept.

She had her arms around me so tightly I was uncomfortable but I didn't make her move.

The next morning we did make love, I think they call that make up sex? Maybe that is what it was, because it was a silent joining. Neither one of us said a single word, we just did and it was beautiful.

+++

As it turned out, Allan loved Marie too, so much so that in all that time he never married. In all that time he never acted on that, he never tried to contact her. His own life ran the gamut of brief affairs, none satisfying.

That is some crazy stuff right there, a man pining away for about three decades over a woman he grew up with? Fat and lacking confidence, he had never asked her out or even kissed her. 

He never knew that if he had, perhaps Marie and I might very well have not ended up together.

How do I know? Because I called him on the phone, to give him a piece of my mind, warn him to never touch or even see my wife again? 

I never got to the point of cursing him, making the threats I had rolled around in my head because he asked me to meet him for lunch so we could talk.

I went, I don't know why. Partly because I was mad at him, hated him. Who knows? Besides, I wanted to look at the guy more closely, I wanted to see what it was that could seduce my wife.

I would have wagered every single thing I own that no man on Earth could do that.

Allan apologized to me, calmly and quietly. I don't care how mad a person gets, when no one is mad back, it's tough to stay furious.

He me he really had no intention at all of trying to seduce Marie, that the last thing he would ever want would be to cause trouble in her life.

But he had always loved her, even way back when he was just the funny fat kid from next door.

That night? He had some pot, he and Marie had sneaked off and smoked some lots of time way back when they were in high school. When he asked her if she wanted to do some, Marie was already pretty tipsy. 

Of course the pot was in his room, giggling at the idea of doing that again after so many long years, Marie went with him to his room. 

She went from a mild depression into a high. Once stoned, they got to talking about how as kids they had skinny dipped in the pool his Dad had in the back yard.

Somehow she ended up in the hot tub, when Marie laughingly slipped off her clothes and climbed into the tub he joined her.

Mostly unconcerned because they had skinny dipped before as children, innocent friends. But now, high on some pot, drunk enough to lose the normal reservations, one thing led to another and he kissed her in the pool.

When they climbed out, Allan had gotten a towel, he was drying her back. He reached around and put his hands on her tummy, she tipped her head back, his hands came up and fondled her bare breasts.

From that point on, there was no turning back.

After, they both had felt guilty.  He asked her to never tell me, it would be their secret.

He said she told him she had to, somehow.

Allan was not really a bad guy, in fact, I had always liked him, everyone did.

"Marie loves you more than anything on this planet, Frank. You are the luckiest man on Earth, I would give anything, everything I own to trade places with you and have her love me like that." Allan looked completely miserable, the first time I had ever seen him that way.

OK. You want to hear screwy, something fucked up?

I drove home that afternoon feeling a little better about everything, after having talked things out with a man who fucked my wife?

Yes, his fault, her fault...and partly mine.

I will hazard a guess I analyzed and overly analyzed the why of what happened in my mind, until finally I came to terms with it.

Yea, sure I did.

But it is not that easy, it never is. Deep inside, I was still upset with Marie. But I also could not face a future without her.

That is why when she handed me a copy, well, almost a copy of that same stupid "Hall Pass" thing, I folded it up and made a show out of putting it in my wallet.

"I will do anything you want me to, if you will just keep on loving me!" That is what she told me.

I had no idea how long she had that silly piece of paper in her purse, trying to muster the courage to tell me about that night. 

There was no joke this time, the look on her face was fear.

I guess I was thinking that now I had things back under control, I had the upper hand.

Stupid again.

+++

Margaret and Sally were both in the walled off hot tub at the resort when we arrived at the class reunion.

It took me a few seconds to realize they both were naked, because everyone was underneath the water when we walked in.

"Frank! Marie! You guys made it, great!" Sally stood up.

Bare breasts, dripping water. I felt Marie squeeze my hand.

"I see the party has already started." I managed.

"Yea, come on in, the water is fine." Margaret called out, hopping up onto the edge of the pool.

I could see she was no longer bashful about having tiny little titties because she was naked too.

And so was George, his huge belly hanging out over a mass of hairy pubes.

"We need to go check in." I said, and Marie and I did just that.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come, this looks like it will be kind of wild." Marie said as we were unpacking.

"This is one of those alternative resorts, they have the coed tubs and the private ones too. Massages here, nudist areas, but there are family spots so you don't have to do anything you don't want to, honey."

"Ok. I guess it will be all right." Marie didn't sound convinced though.

Later, we went to the dinner, suffered through Margaret's typical presentation. No photos of me this time which I was grateful for.

Marie and I stayed within about four feet of each other the entire evening. Like all class reunions, there was mixing and wisecracks about all the things that happened back in the day.

It was kind of fun to see everyone, Marie appeared to relax and enjoy herself. I did notice she drank nothing but Ginger Ale all night.

We were just getting ready to go to our cabin and get some sleep when I felt Margaret touch my arm, heard her voice.

"Look who is here, guys!" She said.

I turned and there was Allan Thompson. Marie saw him at about the same time, I felt her hand grip my arm.

The guy had on running shorts and a T-shirt, he looked about the same as he had the year before.

Margaret had a death grip on his elbow.

"Frank. Marie, how are you." Allan asked.

"We are doing good." I said. Margaret had a huge grin on her face. Did she know? I didn't have a clue.

It was an awkward moment. What had happened the year before came flooding right back into my mind.

"Well. I guess we should go mix, see everyone." Allan said, holding out his hand. I shook it, not wanting to. Then he nodded at Marie and he and Maggie left, she still had a solid grip on him like she had him caught for the night.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know he was coming." Marie whispered to me.

"Don't worry about it." I said back to her. We left and went to our cabin, went to bed.

The bed we have at home is one of those California Kings, we settled on that because I still have a tendency to move around a lot at night and that helps since those things are huge.

The bed we had in the cabin was a standard size, tiny in comparison. Several times we bumped into each other. At one point Marie's hand slid across me, I felt it stroke my chest, then move lower. I was barely awake, then her hand found the waist band of my briefs, she managed to slide it inside.

I started to react and then I heard her giggle quietly. Outside, there were some tall street lights, they lit the room barely, enough to see.

I reached over and slipped the covers down, exposing Marie's bare breasts. Her hand became busy as I gently fondled her, she turned more my way. I pulled the covers down even further.

This was nice, Marie reaching for me in the middle of the night just like she used to do.

I looked down at her, perfect breasts capped with dark nipples, already snugging up into tight little circles like they always did when she was excited.

It flashed into my mind that Allan had seen her like this, touched her like this! I tried to shove that thought out of my head but it would not.




The Joke Ch. 02



I lost my erection, fell limp. Marie made some efforts, but no success.

That had almost never happened to me before.

"Are you a little tired, honey?" She asked me.

I could see her face, she was looking at me. She leaned over further, slid her lips over me, trying. Marie never did do that very much, I admit I liked it when she did. But that forced the thought of Allan right out front!

"I suppose you sucked that Allan guy's cock too?" I blurted out without thinking.

Marie froze. Then she leaned back, looked at me.

"No! I didn't!" That look of fear crossed her face again.

"Would you even tell me? It took you almost a fucking YEAR to tell me you let him FUCK you!" I yelled. That came pouring out of me, no control at all.

"Damn you! God Damn you!" She yelled, jumping up and going into the bathroom. She slammed the door, I could hear her in there crying.

After a minute or two, I managed to calm down, and I felt like shit. I should have gone in there even if I had to kick the door down, said something but I didn't.

That was the first time I had an outburst like that, seeing Allan there put it all back into my mind again. Now I had no idea at all how to take it back, smooth that over.

Somehow I fell asleep, when I woke up the next morning Marie wasn't there. I got up, reaching for my clothes when I saw the note.

"I went home. I want you to use the pass, do something. With anybody, everybody if you want to. Get even, please? Then please come home. I love you." The note read.

Home? How in the hell could she have gone home? The car was still here, I checked.

I went down to the little cafe and lounging area, Sally Pridgeon was sitting there sipping coffee, talking to one of our class mates. She looked like hell, her eyes were dark and baggy, she obviously had a hangover.

"Hi, Frank. Where is the wifey?" She asked me.

"I am looking for her." I said.

"Did you look over at Allan's cabin, he is in number 7." She smiled, then smirked.

That was when it hit me that she knew, and if she knew, then Margaret knew, which I had suspected. How, I had no clue. The only thing I could think of was one or both of them saw Allan and Marie out that night.

I felt my face flush. As I stood there, that built up. There is a point where rage becomes so intense that people can die, anyone and anything within reach is in danger.

I started to say something to Sally, saw her face turned white and her eyes were as wide as silver dollars.

Angry now, my fists clenched, I turned and headed for the door.

Just as it opened and Allan Thompson walked in with some woman I didn't know.

"Morning, Frank. Where is Marie?" He glanced around.

Without thinking, I hit him with everything I had. He went down, I piled on top of him, swinging both fists. There was some yelling and screaming, then arms were dragging me back.

I realized that Allan had not fought back, all he did was try to cover up.

"Frank, I am really sorry." He said, looking up at me. No raised voice, no anger at all? Blood was streaming down from his nose. I took a deep breath.

Whoever was holding me finally let go, I left and went back to the cabin.

I stayed in there all day, sitting and thinking. I assumed the police would arrive, they never did.

It might have been better if they had.

My life was now completely and totally fucked up.

Marie had initiated sex with me, something she had began to do again sometimes over the last year. I was thinking we would be happy, get past all of what had happened.

But all I could think of was what had gone on between her and Allan. He was nearly shoved out of my mind, at least I had thought so.

Until he walked in, at exactly the wrong moment..

It was nearly dark when I went down to the store, bought a bottle of whiskey. Roughly two hours later, there was a inch or so left in the pint bottle and I was three sheets and change to the wind.

I simply didn't give a fuck now, I stumbled down to the coed hot tub area.

"Frankie! Great! Come on in!" Sure enough, there was Sally. Some other people too but I didn't know who they were and didn't care.

Everybody was naked.

I took off my clothes and climbed in.

"Man, you sure popped poor Allan a good one, Frank. That was funny as hell. I guess you didn't like him poking your old lady, huh?" Sally already had her hands on my cock, tugging away. She turned and shoved one boob into my face, laughing.

I just leaned back, my head was spinning. Some woman and a guy were across from us watching, he had one hand over her shoulder and was playing with her nipple. Margaret showed up, at least I think she did, I seem to remember her talking to me.

+++

I woke up with the Sun shining into my eyes. It was bright, too bright. That hurt like hell. My mouth was full of cotton.

"Want some water, hon?" Someone said. I looked over, a blurry body was coming towards me. I blinked a couple of times, my eyes cleared.

It was a woman, a chubby redhead, all she had on was a thong.  Her tits hung down, there was a soft roll on her hips at each side, nothing really attractive there. I had no idea who in the hell she was, but she had a glass of water. 

I drank some gratefully, looked again. 

"Feel better?" She asked, slipping into bed with me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she slid under to covers. I felt her hands, then her mouth on me.

"Just seeing if this thing will work this morning, sweetie." She told me.

"Stop that!" I demanded, pushing her away.

"OK. OK. No problem, but you aren't getting your money back." The woman climbed out of the bed, went over and started getting dressed.

I just stared at her.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"Man, were you in the bag, guy. My name is Jeanie, I sure as hell ain't Marie. That's your old lady, huh?" She snorted.

"I don't understand."

"Yea, probably not. You were in the hot tub last night, a couple of older gals there were really giving you a working over when I got there. That was funny as hell, I was sitting there watching all that, both of them at once couldn't get you going. The fat one sure can do a deep throat though!" The woman cackled.

"Oh, fuck!" I managed.

"I come up here sometimes, usually I can pick up a trick or two, but I never saw anything like that before in my whole life!" She laughed.

"Anyway, one of the staff came by all pissed off and broke that up, on the way out you asked me to come with you, offered me $500.00." She laughed again at that.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothin, honey." Jeanie struck a pose just like the woman in the pantie hose commercial.

"No, I mean with Sally and Margaret?"

"That's who they were? Beats me, they acted all pissed off at you and they left. The skinny one kept yelling that you were worthless, she was plastered too."

"But..then you?" I knew I was nude, and she had been in bed with me?

"Relax, guy. It happens to everybody. Besides, you were drunk as a Skunk. Hey, maybe by tonight you will feel better? I will give you a discount, you got a nice one there." She grinned.

I put my head in my hands, it wasn't possible for it to hurt any worse.

"Hey, what was that note?" She asked as she was stuffing her blouse into her skirt. 

"What note?"

"The one you tore up last night when you were yelling about someone you called Marie?"

"Oh. Nothing." I knew what that was.

The woman grinned, shrugged, and left.

I reached for my phone, it wasn't in my pocket. Finally I found it under a nearby chair. I called Marie's number, her soft voice answered.

"You are home. How did you get there?" I asked.

"I took the bus. Are you all right, honey?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Did you...I mean...?" Her voice was very quiet. I knew what she was asking.

"No. I could have, but...I will tell you later." I said.

"I'm sorry about what I did, Frank. I really am."

"Honey, I am sorry too. I love you." I told her.

"Are you sure?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes! Completely, totally. It's all over, we won't ever talk about any of that again, OK?"

"OK. I love you so much. I was so scared. I will do anything, anything you want."

"NO! You will be my wife, you will be just you and the way you always have been. It's not about me, it's about us."

"OK, honey. Please come home."

"I am on my way." I headed out the door, I was all the way into the car before I realized I had left everything. I went back in and stuffed it all into our suitcase and headed home.

I did a lot of thinking on the long drive home.

Was I healed? No, of course not, not completely and some things cannot be taken back. 

Yet drunk, I had almost strayed, and with a pair of sluts, and even a prostitute. Or did I?

I really didn't know. 

With my Marie, it was with a close friend, a situation that just happened.

Was that better? Or was what I had just done even worse?

Hell, I didn't know. What I was going to do was tell her the truth, what I knew of it anyway.

Could we survive it all, be the happy and loving couple we once were?

There was nothing left to do but try.



The Joke Is On Me



I had been working for this company for about 4 years. We have a contract with another company to service our equipment so they have on-site people to work on them. Tom started with this other company about 3 months ago. We met one day in the smoking area. It turns out that we are about the same age and from the same place back east. Since we work in different areas we don't see each other that often but became good friends.

A couple weeks ago Tom seemed very happy and I questioned him about it. He said that he had met someone. That's when I made my big mistake. It was just a joke and seemed funny at the time but I said, "That's good, I was afraid I would have to offer my wife's services to help you out." We both laughed and I thought that was the end of it. Boy was I wrong.

I ran into Tom a few days later and things were going well until I made my second mistake. I simply asked, "So, how are you and your lady friend doing?" You would have thought I had punched him in the stomach. He told me that this woman, it turns out, has two kids by two different men. She has a 15-year-old daughter that is a total bitch and a younger daughter whose father is in prison. It seems that it was only a fluke hat she wasn't there with him. Tom said he didn't need that in his life right now so he walked away from it. In reality he ran from it as fast as possible.

Suddenly there was a spark in his eye and he asked, "Is that offer of yours still good?" He was looking at me in a way that he expected an answer.

Having forgot all about my "joke" I had no idea what he was talking about and told him, "What offer?" 

He just smiled with this big grin and it hit me what he was talking about. I wasn't sure if he was serious or just continuing the joke. I wasn't sure how to answer him so I said, "I'll ask her about it."

The rest of the day I kept thinking about it. Kathy and I had played with the fantasy but never even talked about doing it. I still didn't know if Tom was joking or not but the idea was growing on me more than I thought it would. By the end of the day I had decided to tell Kathy about my little "joke" and what Tom said, just to get her reaction. After all it was still just a joke at this point wasn't it?

It was Friday night and Kathy and I always go out for dinner and a few drinks to unwind from the week then go back to the house for some good sex. I thought after a few drinks would be a good time to tell her what was going on at work. Dinner was great and I was just enjoying being with Kathy. Even at 40 she still turned heads where ever she went and dressed to see to it. After her second drink I decided to come clean and I can't believe I started with, "A funny thing happened at work the other day. I told her about my little joke and what Tom had said. The drink was having the right effect and though she was somewhat pissed; she was doing it in a playful manor.

Neither of us said any more about it but for the rest of the night Kathy had this look in her eye that she was milling something over in the back of her mind. The sex that night was the best it had been in years. I'm sure we both had things going round in our heads that neither shared with the other. Just before Kathy went to sleep she said, "I think you should be taught a lesson for opening you big mouth." She paused for a moment then finished, "Tell Tom that......that I'll think about it." With that she rolled over and went to sleep.

I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep that night. I didn't know if Tom was kidding and now I don't know if Kathy is. She has met Tom a few times briefly and I know he does not turn her off but could she be turned on by him? All this from a stupid little joke.

It was a long weekend. All weekend Kathy was making comments like, "I guess you want to watch me and Tom" or "Just to teach you a lesson I should go with Tom alone." They all came right out of the blue. Nothing was said before her comments and when I would try to respond she would put her fingers to my lips and walk away. I didn't know if she was just trying to make me feel really bad about offering her services even as a joke; or if she was planing something and it just came to the surface now and again.

I think I got my answer Monday morning as we were leaving for work. Kathy was getting in her car as I was getting into mine. She yelled over to me, "Be sure to tell Tom I'm thinking about it....I mean tell him that I will think about it." In the second it took to make that slip a lot of things cleared up for me. I knew that Kathy was thinking about going through with it. I had been fighting with myself all weekend if I wanted this to go any farther and in that second I knew I did and that I wanted to see it.

Like I said, Tom and I don't work in the same area and sometimes it may be days before I see him. I didn't know when I would be able to give him Kathy's message. I didn't have to wait long as I came up to the building Tom was waiting for me. He grabbed my arm and said, "Let's grab a quick smoke." He was dancing around like he had to go to the bathroom. I guess he didn't know how to bring it up or if I was still joking. I can't imagine what his weekend was like. At lest I had Kathy and a lot of outstanding spontaneous sex. With a slight chuckle I asked, "I guess you want to know if I talked with Kathy?"

Tom said, "Well did you?"

I lit my smoke and kept him waiting then said, "After a couple drinks I told her how it all started and about your lady friend. When I told her you wanted to accept my offer she seemed somewhat pissed off. The drinks helped and this morning she said she "would" think about it." I didn't want to say she was thinking about it and get his hopes up in case Kathy backed down.

Tom was trying to control his excitement but said, "That's great. Let me know what she decides."

He then said he had to go to work and left quickly. I just looked after him as if to say, "Who else would I tell?" Since I had cleared things up in my own head the whole day seemed erotic. Everything just made me think about what just might happen. I was excited to get back home to Kathy but didn't expect what greeted me.

I got hard as a rock as soon as I saw Kathy's car in the driveway; she is always home before me but today just seeing her car got me going. I gathered my things and was just about to open the door when it flew open. Standing there was the sexiest most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I don't know if it was the way she was dressed or my state of mind but there was the most beautiful sex goddess waiting for me. As soon as I stepped inside she started in.

Kathy was excited and asked. "Did you see Tom today? Did you tell him what I said? What did he say?"

I put my things down and said, "Whoa, yes I did run into Tom today and I did mention that you would think about it. He seemed interested but I don't think he believes you will go through with it." I through in that last part as a challenge and Kathy will never back down from a challenge.

Kathy took a step back, "I have thought about. I thought about it all weekend and that's all I could think about today. This is how it is going to go. Tell Tom to pick me up here Friday night at 6:30 for an early dinner and we will see where it goes from there. If it is too uncomfortable I'll be back after dinner. If it goes well I may be very late."

I was surprised and said, "Friday is our night out."

Kathy smiled and said, "Not this week. We can go out Saturday night and I'll give you all the juicy details if there are any. That's your punishment for opening you big mouth. That and the fact that you won't see him fuck me the first time."

I was in shock and asked, "The first time?"

Kathy just says, "If it goes well I figured you would want there to be a next time."

Still not believing what I was hearing I asked, "A next time?"

Kathy took my arm and said, "I know you have been thinking about this too." She grabs my cock which is still hard as steel, "I see you are not turned off by the idea of us getting something going with Tom. Now get ready dinner will be done in a couple minutes."

With that she was gone. I'm standing in the doorway and still have my briefcase in my hand. My wife just told me she wants to fuck my friend Friday night and I can't be there. Then just like that she says get ready for dinner. I must have just stood there for a good 10 minutes in shock. I went down to our home office and put my things away when I heard Kathy call, "dinner is ready!" 

I just shook my head in disbelief and walked upstairs. I was sitting at the table when Kathy brought the food in. She was stark naked. I started to say something and again she put her fingers to my lips.

We were eating in silence. I guess neither of us knew what to say. Then Kathy asked without even looking up, "so you like the idea of Tom fucking me?" 

I almost choked and responded, "Well we have fantasized about it." 

Kathy spent the rest of the meal telling me about what she wanted Tom to do to her and she kept stroking my cock. The most I was able to get out was a yes, or ok or just a groan.

Finally we were finished and Kathy cleared the table. As she went into the kitchen she asked, "You did save room for desert didn't you?" 

I couldn't even answer and besides she was already gone. I just sat there and Kathy came back in still naked. She stepped over my lap. She took my face in her hands and whispered, "I think you're going to enjoy desert." She sat on the edge of the table and laid back. She put a leg on each of my shoulders. Her pussy was spread before me. She then placed a cherry on her pussy lips and said, "Bon Appetite."

Kathy and I don't normally have sex during the week. With our busy work schedules we would be sitting in front of the TV trying to relax. But tonight there was the most beautiful pussy in the world staring me in the face with a cherry on top of it and I was not about to pass this up. I dove in and took the cherry in my mouth and using my tongue ran it up and down her pussy lips. Kathy started moaning and moving on the table. I brought the cherry up and rubbed it all around her clit. I know her orgasm was building and she screamed, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I stood up dropping my pants and briefs on the way. I slammed into her in one stroke. We were fucking fast and hard from the first stroke. I knew she was getting very close and I could feel my own juices building up. Suddenly Kathy screamed, "FUCK ME TOM. FUCK ME HARD!" As soon as I heard her call out to Tom I exploded inside her.

Kathy fell back flat on the table and I sank down in my chair. I was sitting there with Kathy's well-fucked pussy starring me in the face. We had not fucked that hard or that fast in a number of years. Once we had both calmed down enough to form words Kathy rolled up on one arm and looked at me. In a very calm and relaxed voice she asked, "So are you going to talk to Tom tomorrow?"

I was looking right into her pussy with my juice leaking out. I looked up at Kathy then back to her pussy and dove in. I licked my juice from the bottom of her pussy lip up to her clit. With just my eyes peeking over her mound I look at Kathy and say, "I will certainly talk to Tom tomorrow." I dive back into her pussy licking all my own juice and hers I can get. 

Kathy starts running her fingers through my hair and very softly says, "Just think, next week that could be Tom's cum you're licking from my pussy."

Now I am not a young man but even at 45 I can get it up when I want. I have even been able to get it up twice in one night now and then. But I had just had the hardest fastest fuck in years not 15 minutes ago so I was very surprised when those words came tripping out of Kathy's mouth I went from totally soft to instant hardon. My dick thought it was 20 again. I stood up and when Kathy saw my cock standing out hard as a rock she smiled and said, "I think you like this whole idea even more than the fantasy." Then she put on a pout and said, "Bring that over here so I can take care of it for you."

I walked around the table and came up to Kathy's face. She stroked my cock saying, "Oh, you nasty boy. You really do like the idea of someone else fucking me." She had me in her mouth before she finished talking. Normally Kathy is one hell of a cocksucker but tonight was not normal. My cock was only in her mouth about 10 seconds when I told her I was ready to cum. Kathy rarely lets me cum n her mouth. She has to have had a lot to drink but tonight she grabbed my ass and held me in her mouth and I blasted off.

We fucked again when we went to bed. It was slower and softer but every bit as intense. I woke the next morning to find my cock again in Kathy's mouth and again she held me there until I flooded her mouth with all I had to offer. I couldn't believe the effect all this was having on Kathy. I liked it. I just couldn't believe it. Once she had sucked every ounce she could get and my cock was again normal size she let it drop from her mouth. She looked up at me smiled and said, "hurry and get ready for work. You have to talk to Tom today." She kissed my cock and jumped off the bed and started getting ready.

The whole time we were getting dressed and ready to leave Kathy kept giving me instructions; "Tell Tom this and that. Don't forget such and such." 

All I could do was nod my head and say "ok.....I will.....I won't". 

She kept it up all the way out to where we were getting into our cars. She put her things in her car and then came around to me. She grabbed my cock with one hand and with the other pushed my hand into her pussy. She kissed me with such passion and whispered in my ear "I'll be waiting for you tonight." Then she got into her car and drove off. 

I just stood there with my rock hard cock wondering "What have I started?"

I finally snapped out of my trance and drove to work. I didn't think I would have any trouble finding Tom and sure enough he was waiting for me again. The only trouble I was having was how do you tell your friend that your wife has agreed to fuck his brains out? He is not even my best friend. I took my time finding a place to park and getting my things together. I wanted to watch him squirm and squirm he did. Maybe no one else noticed but I did and that's what counts. I knew he was ready to explode, when I got to him his mouth burst open and the words shot out, "Did Kathy say any thing?"

I led him to the far side of the smoking area and told him, "Kathy said she gave it a lot of thought and has agreed to it but this is how it is going to happen. She wants you to pick her up at our house Friday night for and early dinner. If either of you feel too awkward about it then she'll come home after dinner and you had a nice dinner. If things go well then you might go back to your place or out for a few drinks and just see what happens. I want you to know that this is a one-time thing. If she wants to continue this it will be all three of us. She is punishing me for my big mouth." I add that last part. I know Kathy would agree and I don't mind Tom fucking her but I don't want him thinking that he is going to start "dating" her.

I don't think he heard a thing I said as he said, "So she agreed to it?"

I shook my head and said, "Yes Tom, you're to pick her up Friday night at 6:30." This whole well-planed speech and all he heard was she said yes. 

All day long Tom seemed to always be there, when I went on break and lunch and he even stopped by my desk a couple times. He kept asking things like, "Where does she like to go to eat or what kind of music does she like. Do you think she would mind this or that". It wasn't any better when I got home. Kathy met me at the door again and wanted to know what happened and then started in with all the questions. I felt like a kid in high school passing notes for two people. I finally told her and then told Tom the next morning, "You two are going out to dinner together. Part of the excitement in dating is getting to know each other."

Wednesday and Thursday were great. Every time Tom saw me he had this shit eating grin on his face. When I got home the sex was nonstop. I was cumming in her mouth and pussy at lest twice before going to bed and then we fucked again in bed. Each morning my cock was in Kathy's mouth when I woke up and she had me cum in her mouth every time. I don't know about Kathy but I was in heaven.

Friday morning came and I was getting use to my morning blowjob but this morning was different. After I came in Kathy's mouth the first time she didn't let go of my cock. She was licking it and kissing it and would take it back in her mouth. All the while she was telling me that tonight it would be Tom's cock in her mouth. She said that she was going to let him cum in her mouth and she described in detail all the things she wanted to do with his cock. Needless to say I was shooting in her mouth a second time in only moments.

All day at work Tom was grinning from ear to ear and giddy as a schoolgirl. I of course was of no use at work. I couldn't get the images Kathy described this morning out of my head. I had been hard all day since the last thing she said this morning as she stroked my cock, "Are you going to fuck me first before Tom picks me up. I think it would be exciting to go out with Tom with your cum inside of me." Tom left early, I guess he couldn't take the pressure. Finally it was time for me to leave and I came home to a naked Kathy on the living room floor. I walked in and all she said was, "come here and fuck me. Fuck me fast so I can get ready for my date." I didn't have to be asked twice. I was still dressed and my briefcase was next to Kathy. I was on her, in her and shooting in less than 5 minutes.

Her orgasm started the moment I entered her, I think she started with out me. When I shot into her she went off again. We lay there for a few moments calming down. Kathy kissed me and jumped up saying, "Thanks, I needed that. I guess you're on your own for dinner." She kissed me again and went running off to get dressed. I call and ordered a pizza and went up to watch Kathy getting ready.

Kathy had taken a shower before I came home. She said she wanted to be freshly fuck by her husband before her date. I thought that was a nice touch. When I got to the bedroom all she had on was her panties to hold in my load in her. I helped pick out her outfit for the night. I had her dressed as sexy as I could. I guess you could say it was on the sluty side. Kathy has the nicest tits I have ever had the pleasure to play with. I guess they are about 36C. She keeps her bush trimmed but I like hair on my pussy. When we cuddle at night I like to stroke her pussy hair. It is like cuddling up with a soft teddy bear.

We had her dressed and ready just as Tom and my pizza arrived. I wondered what the pizza man must have been thinking. I kissed her goodbye. She was rubbing my cock and I was playing with her pussy. Then she left and I paid the pizza man.

* * * * *

I'm proud of my body even though I know it is not perfect. At 40 with two kids I do look damn good. I can still turn heads when I dress the part and get my share of second looks even when I don't. Our oldest is married and on his own and the youngest is away at school so we have the house all to our selves. We can have sex whenever and wherever we want, and this past week it has been just about every where. Our sex life is good though regular. We have role-played and had fantasies of bring someone in to our sex life but I never thought it would ever be more than a fantasy. When Dave told me what happen and how it all started I was somewhat upset. I was upset that he would just offer me even as a joke but I was also excited that someone wanted me, someone other than my husband. I thought about it a lot and after I made the decision to go through with it the excitement just kept rising. I was so hot this whole week thinking about going out on a date and who knows what I must have fucked Dave a dozen times and drank his load just as much. That is something I never do unless I have had a lot to drink but that's how hot I was all week.




The Joke Is On Me



Now it is Friday and fantasy is about to become reality. I'm having second thoughts about not including Dave, but not about going through with it. When Dave came home I had him fuck me. I told him I wanted to go on my date freshly fucked by my husband. What I didn't tell him was that was my way of taking him on my date with me. I know the kiss at the door was a bit much. Dave had his hand on my very wet panties from the load he had just giving me. My very short skirt was up for everyone to see, including the pizza man. He just happened to get there the same time as Tom. I was stroking Dave's cock as we kissed. I wasn't expecting the pizza man but wanted both Dave and Tom to know from the start that this was not compensation for anything I was lacking at home. I love my husband very much and I'm very happy with him. This was a gift and nothing more. I'm not sure who the gift was for maybe all of us.

When Tom and I got in the car things got very quiet. I saw him start to say something a couple times but nothing came out. I knew I would have to take control. I can be one hell of a tease. I have this hidden fear that if I let myself go I would be an out of control exhibitionist. Dave is my control. He lets me flash different people but he chooses. Tonight he was not there and I know I could drive Tom crazy very easily. I would definitely get fucked but we would never make it to dinner. I wanted to get to know this guy before or if I let him fuck me.

Dave had told me that they grew up not far from each other and I figured this would be a good way to get things rolling. I asked him about back home and that did the trick. He was soon telling about his childhood. I knew enough about where Dave grew up to keep up with Tom and even ask a few questions. The conversation was very pleasant but Tom still had one eye on the road and one on my short skirt that barely covered my panties when I sat down, like in the car.

We got to the restaurant and Tom came around to open my door. I was thinking, "What a gentleman" and then I remembered he was a man like my husband and I knew he was hoping for a look at my panties. Dave always opens my door but I know what he wants so I decided to give Tom what I always do for Dave. When he opened my door I opened my legs wide to get out and Tom seemed to enjoy it very much. I took Tom's arm and walked into the restaurant as close lovers. We were given a booth way in the back, which pleased me very much. I don't know if Tom arranged it or not but I liked it.

Our conversation continued as before and I got to know more about Tom. His eyes where still on my short skirt and I decided to up the anti some. I asked him about when he lost his virginity and some of his fantasies. Of course I had to share mine to make it fair. When we were talking about fantasies Tom said that he was living one of his right now. I patted his leg brushing my fingertips over his cock and said, "We'll see how things go." I must admit that I was checking out his crotch as much as he was checking mine.

He was hard as a rock and I was glad the see that he was about the same as Dave. This had been a big concern all week. Having been with Dave all these years I don't think I would feel very fulfilled with less than Dave's 8" and have never had a desire for more. Dave's cock fits me just fine and I was glad to see I would get the same ride from my new lover. Yes I had made up my mine to let Tom fuck me tonight but I didn't want him to know just yet. That would take all the fun out of it and I was having fun.

We were half way through the main course and since I knew I was going to let him fuck me I upped the anti again. Very calmly I said to Tom, "You've been looking at my skirt all night. You know what's under it. You saw it when Dave kissed me goodbye and again getting out of the car. Maybe you would like to have been my husband with his hand up under my skirt?" Tom froze and I took his hand and slid it under my skirt all the way to my panties, which was a short trip.

Tom was still frozen in time and slowly turned his head to look with out moving his hand. I reached over and stroked his cock and kissed him. When I was still close to him I whispered, "Yes, Tom, you are going to get lucky tonight; but I'm not going to be easy. I still expect drinks and dancing." All of a sudden his fingers started moving on my wet panties. Some of the wetness was from Dave but most was form me and it was getting wetter as Tom played with me. He tried to slip his fingers under my panties but I stopped him. I said I had to use the restroom and for him to order desert.

I didn't really want desert but I wanted more time with Tom's hand under the table. I came back to the table and sat very close to Tom. I again took his hand and slid it up my skirt but there were no panties this time. When he felt my bare pussy I whisper in his ear, "Now isn't that easier?" His answer was clear as his fingers went straight into me. I just smiled and kissed his cheek.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was playing with my food as much as Tom was playing with my pussy. Dave and I have done this many times. That's why it seemed natural to do it with Tom but here I was in public being fingered by a man I barely knew. I had to bite my lip a few times to keep from crying out. I reached over and took Tom's cock in my hand and asked if he was ready to go for those drinks I really needed one.

Tom paid the bill and we left. Going to the car we were hugging and kissing much more like lovers than when we came in. Tom opened my door again and I was going to give him a good show. I spread my legs wide getting into the car. I stopped half way in with my pussy wide open and on display for Tom. He had been playing with it for about 20-30 minutes but this was the first he was able to see it. I even pulled my skirt to my waist and asked if he liked what he saw. There was no mistaking he did. I thought he was going to dive down and eat me out right there in the parking lot. Before he could do anything I pulled my skirt down and got in the car saying, "You'll be able to see it all you want soon

Tom got in and started the car. He turned to me and asked where I wanted to go for drinks. I just smiled back and said, "Don't you have music and something to drink at your place?"

Tom was stunned and asked, "But I thought you wanted to......

All I wanted now was to get fucked si I said, "I did but (I turned in my seat so I was facing him. Put my left leg up on the seat and pulled my skirt back up to my waist) it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. You don't mind do you?"

Tom just put the car in gear and gunned it and we were on our way. Since all the decisions for the night had been made: Are we going to fuck-Yes! Your place or mine-his Are we going to do this again-Yes but only with Dave! So now I felt like being playful. I started playing with my pussy and said, "Since you have seen me there is no sense covering it up." So I left my skirt around my waist and stroked my pussy while Tom pulled out of the parking lot. As soon as we got out of the lot I started unzipping Tom's pants. I told him, "You've seen me it is only fair I get to see you." With that I pulled Tom's cock out and was pleased that it was just like Dave's. For the first time in 21 years I had another mans cock in my hand. Me a happily married mother of two has a cock in my hand that is not my husband's. I just looked at it then started stroking it with out saying a word. I was mesmerized by it. As if in a trance I just took his cock in my mouth. I couldn't see, hear or feel anything except the cock in my mouth.

I didn't even hear Tom when he said he was ready to cum but it wouldn't have made any difference. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I've gotten very fond of it lately. When he blasted off in my mouth I come out off my trance. I sucked every drop from him and sat up. Tom was breathing hard and trying to speak. When he finally gets it out he says, "We're here. This is my place." He comes around and opens my door and leads me in.

Once in the house I sense that he is a little nervous so I direct him; "I'll have some wine if you have any." Tom goes behind his bar to get the drinks and I remind him, "Don't forget the music I still want to dance with you." He puts on some good slow dance music and brings out our drinks. We sit at the bar and I stroke his leg. As we sip our drinks I put his hand on my thigh and say, "You were bolder in public." That does the trick and his hand is again buried deep in my pussy.

I slipped off the barstool and Tom stood with me. His hand slipped out of my pussy and came up around my waist. I could see from the mirror behind the bar that my skirt came up with his hand. We started moving with the music as we kissed. You couldn't call what we were doing dancing it was more like fucking to music with our clothes on. 

The next song started and I pushed Tom back onto the stool. I started swaying to the music as I danced away from Tom. I slowly pulled up my sweater top and confirmed his suspicions that I did not wear a bra. He had copped a feel a couple times in the restaurant and I'm sure he could see my hard nipples. I danced around bouncing my tits for Tom. At 40 I do have some sag but it only makes them bounce more. I kept dancing and unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now I was dancing with just my thigh highs and high heels.

I danced over in front of Tom. I brought his hands up to play with my tits and we started kissing. I start unbuttoning Tom's shirt and we break contact only long enough to pull it off then we were right back to it. I start to undo his pants and Tom stands without letting my tits go. I move down his body giving little kisses all along the way. When I am on my knees I pull his pants and briefs down in one swift move and for the second time tonight a strange cock is starring me in the face. As Tom steps out of his clothes I take his cock in both hands. I lick him from the base to the tip and run my tongue around the head. I take him all the way in my mouth. After 20 years of sucking Dave's cock I can get most of it in. I bob my head up and down on his cock a few times then snake my way back up his body.

I pull him to me and we move our bodies together to the music. I dance him around until we are behind the couch. I break lose and turn and bend over the back of the couch. Tom just looks at my ass and pussy. I make a giant step to the right opening up my pussy for him. This must be an invitation he can not refuse. He steps up and thrust his cock balls deep in my pussy in one stroke. Neither of us needs any more foreplay we both want his cock buried deep in my pussy. Tom stands there for a minute just buried in me. He reaches back for my tits and starts pumping in and out of me. While he is the same size as Dave he feels different. I thought it would feel like Dave fucking me but it was a totally different cock pounding my pussy.

As hard as Tom was pounding in to me I was pushing back. Since both of us were ready to orgasm before we started it wasn't long before Tom yelled, "I GOING TO CUM!!!!" 

I reached back and grabbed his ass to hold him in me. With the first blast I let out my own scream, "OH GOD TOM LET ME HAVE IT. FILL ME, FUCK ME!" We both went over the edge together and oh God what a ride.

We stayed there motionless with his cock still in me. It took a while for us to come down. Then Tom slowly slid out of me. We went back to the bar, now that the "first" fuck was over we could relax. We were kissing and touching. Tom put a bar towel under me on the stool to catch the dripping mixture of our combined juices. He laughed and said, "I'm never going to wash that towel. I'm going to have it framed and hang it over the bar. If anyone ask I'll say it was the towel I used to clean up the first mess when we christened the bar. It won't be much of a lie."

I jumped up on the bar and sat right in front of Tom. I said, "If we are going to christen this bar let's do it right." Tom just looked at my sloppy pussy. I thought he would dive right in but he just looked at it. Then it dawned on me; "Tom has never had a creampie ". I ran my fingers through his hair and asked him, "Have you ever eaten a woman after you just fucked her?" He shook his head no. I told him, "Dave always licks me clean after we fuck. I've gotten to where I expect it. I'm sure you'll love it as much as Dave does. In fact before you take me home I need to be freshly fucked. It will be the first time Dave has licked me after someone else has fucked me and he is so looking forward to it." I slowly pull Tom's face to my pussy. He hesitates and then licks me gently. I guess he licked the taste because after that he dove in almost knocking me off the bar.

Watching Tom eat his first creampie was like watching him lose his virginity. I was so excited watching him. I remember the first time Dave went down on me after we had fucked. I didn't know why he wanted to and tried to stop him. No one had ever done that to me before but it is something we both really enjoy now. I peeked over the edge of the bar and sure enough Tom's cock was hard as a rock again. In the course of the last hour this 43-year old man had cum in my mouth and in my pussy and was again hard. It was easy to see he was enjoying his first creampie.

I was so wrapped up in Tom that I didn't even feel my own orgasm building until it smacked me in the head. All of a sudden my body exploded. My thighs gripped Tom's head like a vice. I was pumping my pussy so hard into his face I'm surprised I didn't break his nose. I dug my finger nails into the bar and just screamed, "OH, GOD, YESS!!!" Soon Tom had a lot more to drink and as I slowly came down and loosened my grip all I could do was moan little "yes's" softer and softer until I sat spent on the bar.

When I was able I pulled Tom's face away from my pussy and kissed him. I licked our juices from his mouth and said, "I think you liked that a lot more than you thought you would."

Tom was smiling and standing up in front of me and like a little boy said, "God, yes! I want to fill you up again just so I can clean you out."

I was stroking his cock and said, "Looks like you could but I promised Dave and I'm not sure how many you have left in here. I'll promise you this; very soon you and Dave can take turns. One can fill me the other dan clean me. Before you take me home to my loving husband I want you to take me to your bed and make slow sweet love to me and fill my pussy up for my husband."

He grabbed my hips and I jumped off the bar. We held each other and kissed then he led me to his bedroom. His bedroom was massive. I walked to the bed and lad on my back. Tom just looked at my naked body for a few minutes then got back between my legs. I pulled him around so we were in a 69. In reality it only took a second and a half for both of us to be sufficiently wet but we kept at it for about 10 minutes. He got up and turned on top of me. He slid in so slow and easy. Then started slowly pumping in and out of me. He kept this slow pace and I came three times. Even we he did finally cum in my pussy his strokes, though faster, were still soft and easy. We lay there with his cock still in me and kissed and stroked each other. We both knew the evening was coming to a close and didn't want to let go.

Finally I said, "I have to get home now. My husband is waiting for his "gift" from you. I am so glad things worked out the way they did."

Tom stroked my arm saying, "So am I. I could not believe how wonderful this night has been and I want to do it a lot more."

I gave him a quick kiss and said, "I'm sure that won't be a problem. I feel that the three of us will get along just right. Maybe even tomorrow night if Dave agrees and I'm sure he will."

We got dressed and Tom drove me home. It is only about 10 minutes from his house to ours. I was lying back against him and he had his arm around me playing with my tit. Neither of us spoke much on the ride home. We pulled into the driveway and Tom turned off the car. I pulled away and turned with my back to the door making sure my skirt rode up to my waist as I did. I stroked Tom's cheek and said, "I really enjoyed tonight. Are you ok with it being the three of us from now on?"

Tom sat staring at me and said, "I thought about it a lot tonight and I am more than alright with it I find it very exciting, see." He pulled my hand into his lap and sure enough he was hard again.

I smiled a very wicked smile and said, "I think you just might have another load in there. Would you like to do it one more time just the two of us?"

His pants were on the floor and his seat all the way back in a flash. I had to chuckle and Tom said, "What? Too eager huh?" 

I just shook my head and said, "What am I going to do with you two?"

Tom was feeling a little bolder now and said, "I know what you can do for both of us right now. Bring that pussy over here so I can give you a double load for your husband to lick out of you."

I could tell now that Tom was going to be all right with the three of us together. I jumped from my side of the car and landed with Tom's cock all the way inside me. I rode his cock like my life depended on it. I know Tom had already cum three times so I thought it would take some time but the idea of filling my pussy so my husband could eat me in less than 10 minutes must have had him going. He shot me full of cum in record time. After he stopped cumming he rolled me over on my side of the car with his cock still in me. He slowly pulled out and kissed me. He said, "Didn't want any leaking out now get in there and feed it to your husband. Tell him it is a double shot of my love." He kissed me and smacked my ass saying, "Now get going. I'll be waiting for your call tomorrow night and Dave can watch me put it in you before he licks it out." He all but pushed me out of the car and to my husband.

* * * * *

Friday night was the longest and most confusing night of my life. My wife was out on a date with my friend and would most likely fuck his brains out before coming home. The waiting was the long part and how did I feel about it was the confusing part. I admit I was excited about the idea. It has been a great fantasy of ours for a long time but this was real. In the fantasy it was always the three of us and I'm feeling very left out. Before she left I got the feeling that Kathy wished she had not made that part of the stipulation but she would not go back on her word.

I tried to eat but couldn't. I tried watching TV but couldn't keep my mind on what was going on in the show. I finally decided to go to my computer. Hours fly by when you are surfing. I found a story sight and started reading stories about men who share their wives. After a few of the stories I was very excited about Kathy's date and was looking forward for her to come home and tell me all about it. If it all went well she promised me a creampie for staying home. I almost always eat her after we have had sex but this was going to be different. I'll be eating her after some one else had fucked her.

That's where Kathy found me around midnight. The computer I'm using is in the bedroom and I didn't hear Kathy come until she started reading aloud the title of the story I was reading, ""Me My Wife and MY Friend" how does it end or are we going to make our own ending?"

I swivel around in my chair, I'm naked, and say "You're home earlier than I expected. Didn't things go as well as you'd hoped? She pulls me out of the chair and has me lie on my back on the bed. She crawls over me at my knees. As she slowly walks up my body on her knees she says, "It went much better than I expected and faster than I anticipated."

Smiling up at her I say, "So I guess you brought me takeout?"

Kathy kept climbing up my body saying, "I got you something much better."




The Joke Is On Me



I asked, "What could be any better?"

Kathy is just below my face now and pulls up her skirt and I can see Tom's cum dripping from her pussy. "How about doubled dipped creampie very very freshly made?" I look up and asked, "How fresh could it be?"

Kathy just smiled and said, "He's probably still in the driveway pulling up his zipper."

With a big smile I asked, "So are you going to tell me what happened?"

Kathy patted my head and said, "All in due time. Right now shut up and eat." Then she shoved her pussy down on my mouth and I went wild licking another man's cum from her well-fucked pussy.

Every time Kathy had an orgasm she would grab my head in her thigh vice and hold it still until it passed. After the third time she raised up, turned around and brought her pussy back to my mouth. Just as I went back to eating her she fell forward on my cock and took the whole thing at once. She is an expert cocksucker but tonight she went after my cock like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't even continue eating her and with the build up all night and the stories I'd been reading I exploded with out warning to either of us. She drank down every drop then rolled over on her side beside me.

After a couple minutes she said, "I didn't know guys would taste different. I thought they would all be the same." She crawled up next to me and snuggled in holding me. I asked if she was going to give me any details. She sat up and took off her clothes and lay back down with me saying, "All in due time. Now let's get some sleep." I don't know how but I did manage to fall asleep.

I woke up before Kathy and stood there watching her sleep. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Then I thought to myself, "I don't even know what happened last night. Kathy had not given me any details." I went into the kitchen to fix the coffee. Working things over in my mind to see just what I did know of last night. She had said she had a double load one of which she got in the driveway, so he fucked her at lest twice. She had said that men taste different so she must have sucked him off at least once. 

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee with all these thoughts running through my head when I heard a bright cheery sexy voice, "Morning honey." Now as long as we have been together Kathy has gotten up every Saturday morning bitching about all the things we have to get done because we don't have time during the week. She always says it waste the weekend. 

I can't believe the first thought that comes to mind is "I should send her out every Friday night to get fucked." As I turn around I jokingly say, "Who is this strange woman in my kitchen and what have you done with my wife?" When I see her standing there naked, which is something she seldom does I say again, "Who is this naked woman and where is my wife?"

She comes up to me stroking my very stiff cock and replies, "Who ever she is you seem very glad to see her." She kisses me with such passion and says, "I'll have a cup of that." We sit at the table drinking our morning coffee and talking about all that has to be done today. I ask her if she is going to tell me about last night and she says again "All in due time."

I rush to get all my chores done so I can spend some time with Kathy. When we take a break for lunch Kathy says, "I'm not going to tell you about last night." My heart hit the floor until she continues "I'm going to show you what happened. Be ready to "pick me up" at 6:30 just as Tom did." With that she was gone again doing things around the house. For a moment I just sat there but you can be sure that at 6:30 on the dot I went out side and rang the doorbell.

Kathy opened the door and said, "Good right on time." I couldn't believe that Kathy was wearing the same outfit from the night before. We went to the same restaurant and even sat in the same booth. We must have also had the same waitress because after she handed me the menu she looked at Kathy and you could see the unasked question; Kathy just winked and smiled and the waitress just winked and smiled back.

Kathy and I have played around in public before but tonight I let her take the lead. We even made the same small talk that she and Tom did. She told and showed me everything she did to Tom and what he had done to her. When she came back with out her panties and it got to the point she told Tom she was ready for that drink; she looked at me and asked if I wanted to watch what happened next? I asked her what she meant by watch. She pulled out her cell phone and pushed a number. She handed me the phone and said, "Push send, let it ring once. Then pay the bill. Tom will be waiting for us at his place. You could just put the phone away and take me home, it is up to you." Of course I hit send.

Kathy gave me the directions to Tom's house and as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot she had my cock in her mouth. I asked her if this is how it went last night. She looked up at me just long enough to say, "Yes it is. That was the first time Tom came in my mouth." She went right back to sucking my cock. I was shooting my load in her mouth just as we pulled in Tom's driveway. She seemed to be in another world and I finally got her attention and asked if this was the house. She smiled and said, "His house is one blowjob from the restaurant just like last night."

When Tom opened the door you could see he was both very excited and very nervous. Kathy walked right in and made herself at home on the center barstool. Tom asked what we wanted to drink and Kathy said to put on the CD from last night. Tom and Kathy started dancing just like last night. In less than 10 minutes we went from what would you like to drink to watching my naked friend fucking my equally naked wife. Kathy was screaming out her orgasm as I watched Tom's ass tighten and him shoot deep in my wife's pussy.

They stayed like that for a few moments with Kathy bent over the couch and Tom's cock still buried deep in her pussy. Once they could get their breath back they joined me at the bar. As Kathy sat down Tom put a bar towel on her seat to catch her dripping pussy. Kathy asked, "Is this the..." and Tom broke in saying, "Yes, I have an appointment at the frame shop Monday." This went totally over my head. Some sort of private joke between them but I'm sure Kathy will tell me about it.

All I could say was, "So that's what happened last night?" Kathy and Tom both got big grins on their faces and Kathy winked at Tom and said, "That's just how it started." Kathy climbed up on the bar and sat right in front of me. Her hands were on the back of my head and she said, "This is the point where Tom got his first creampie. Tonight that pleasure goes to you." She pushed my face into her dripping pussy and I licked every drop.

Kathy had two good orgasms, I could tell because she would grip my head with her thighs each time. After her second one she pulled my head up and said, "Someone is way over dressed." I was so hypnotized watching my wife being fucked by another man after all these years I never even thought to get undressed. She pulled my shirt over my head. Then she slid off the bar and right to her knees in front of me taking my pants with her. I had not bothered with underwear so my cock sprang up in her face. She had just drained me in the car but watching her getting fucked brought it all back and I was ready to explode. She stroked me a few times saying, "I think I need to relieve some of the pressure on this thing before it explodes." With that my cock was back in her mouth.

I was watching Kathy's head bob up and down on my cock when I saw her reach over and take Tom's cock in her hand. Watching her stroke life back into his cock was all I could take and with out even warning her I blasted off in her mouth. She seems to have developed a deep liking for cum; she never missed a drop and kept me in her mouth until I started to grow again. With all that was going on and had gone on it didn't take long for my cock to come back to life as well. Kathy sat between the two of us stroking our cocks. I was finally able to speak again and asked, "So what happened next last night?"

Kathy looked at Tom then at me and a big smile came across her face and she said, "Who cares, I have two hard cocks right here and I plan to make the most of them." She stood and led Tom and I to his bedroom by our cocks. I don't know why but the thought hit me, "She knows just where to go. I guess she has been there before."

Kathy got up on the bed and said, "Come on boys, I want both of you as many times as you can get it up." Tom got in front of her and I got her pussy. After the first round we switched and kept it going most all night. Kathy had one of us in her some place just about all the time. If one of us wasn't fucking her she was sucking someone to get him ready. She just couldn't get enough and neither could we.

This continued over the next two years with Kathy going out alone with Tom at least once a month and the three of us getting together as often as possible. It was one big happy group until Tom met someone he was very attracted to. Of course Tom could not get serious about anyone unless they could accept and share in our little group but that is a whole other story.



The Joke



I answered before this help could get away, "Yeah, I don't know how I can meet next month's rent."

"So come stay with me and my Bobby. Roger says this wasn't his fault and that you might tell me your story some time over a glass of wine. Our garage is empty so you could store your furniture for a month or so. We want to help you up on your feet."

I started crying, "Thank you, I've been so scared. I haven't talked with Roger since." I left that hanging.

Elaine told me, "Come on over right now, and when you get here you will tell me everything. And I mean everything."

I gathered up my clothes and some of my portable items. I loaded my car and went to my sister's. When I got there she told me, "Tell me now before you unpack. Roger said that you would need me but he couldn't help you any more." That statement got my waterworks going again. 

I handed Elaine the tape and told her, "I probably should explain this first but I'm just all strung out."

Elaine found a videotape player. When her kid came in the room, I said, "This would be too much for them." 

Elaine told the kids to play outside. She watched the tape for a few minutes and then fast-forwarded to the end.

Elaine asked me, "How the hell could you do this?"

I said, "I didn't but I know that it looks like I did."

Elaine asked me, "Assume that I am dumb enough to believe you. Why did you do this and if it isn't what it seems, what is it?"

I said, "Let me answer the why first. Roger is a good but dull man. He does not have any sense of humor that I can find. I was trying to shock him into a sense of humor." I stopped there.

Elaine said, "Now that was the why. Please tell me how this isn't what it seems."

I answered, "Since the last New Year's party where Roger was such a stick in the mud, most of us have been uncomfortable around Roger. Roger has always been timid sexually, so we thought he needed to grow there also. Well, we pretended to have an orgy with me at the center, and we videotaped it. Nobody actually stuck any part of his body inside me. We had it all figured. The last two minutes of the tape were supposed to be a 'wow, this was a joke with us showing how long plastic dildos were used to simulate me fucking and sucking.' Then Clancy was supposed to drop the tape off at midnight and we would spring out to tell Roger it was just a joke."

Elaine said, "I sure didn't see any disclaimer about this being a joke. Did Clancy drop the tape off at midnight?"

I said, "We completely forgot that the tape was only twenty minutes, and Clancy had a date that night and dropped the tape off at 9:30. Roger was gone when we got there. We didn't know what happened until late the next afternoon."

Elaine asked, "Keep talking."

I answered, "George'ss told him to stay away from his home or they would tear his pecker off. When George asked why, they told him about his porn star role. George called the rest of us. When we contacted our employer for help that's when we found out that we were fired. All of us except for Mike have been served with divorce papers."

Elaine said, "Well, maybe Mike's wife believes him."

I responded, "No, they have children. Mike and I have to be tested and be found disease free before Mike can come back home."

Elaine said, "It's very hard to believe, but maybe. Heck, this is so stupid it must be true. Still Roger may not get a sense of humor out of all this. Do you still want him, or are you still uncomfortable around him?"

I answered, "I'd let him walk me around on a dog collar, if he would have me back."

Elaine said, "I don't think he wants anything to do with dog collars around your neck. Do you want him as he is, or if we get him back for you, will you have to change him?"

I stayed silent for a minute. My sister could convince anybody about anything, but could I keep Roger and do I even want Roger. I said, "I'd better answer you in the morning."

I woke up a bit nervous, but I had come to a conclusion. I do want my marriage back. I honestly don't know if I have to change Roger. Elaine chose to stay home with me today. She was making breakfast when the phone rang. Elaine answered, talked for a minute, then said, "Nancy, pick up the phone." 

I said, "Hello, who is this?"

Roger answered, "I'm Roger."

"Oh, where are you? When can I see you?"

"Nancy, before we do any of those things, we have to find out if we really want each other."

"Roger, how can you ask that? Come to think of it, why are you calling?"

"Last night, your sister persuaded me that you might not have done what the tape showed you doing."

I interrupted, "Then you're coming home?"

"Not right now. She also told me why you did it. And to me that is nearly as bad."

"You can't mean that. Everybody needs a sense of humor."

"Where do you get off telling me I don't have a sense of humor. I laugh at what I want to laugh at. What you did, even if it had worked out as you planned, wouldn't be funny to me."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, you are. But that is not the issue. If we get back together, can you live with me the way I am, or will you keep trying to change me?"

I hesitated but said, "I think I can live with you as you are."

"And if you can't?"

"Then I will divorce you."

"So why shouldn't I just divorce you now instead of trying to please you?"

Epilogue 

Six weeks later the divorce was granted. Thirty days after that the divorce was final. The big shocker is Nancy. She used to so cheerful. Granted, she was an unending practical joker, but she had an upbeat personality. Now, she is permanently depressed. All the men including Mike are divorced. Nancy refused to get tested, and Mike's wife told him, "Enough is enough."

Roger stayed in Gainesville for about a year. He got a new job and a promotion to go to Jacksonville. His new coworkers praise him for his happy outlook on life. He still can't find women who will date him, but he can accept being alone if that is the price for his personal integrity.



The Joker



The cards spun, danced and flickered through the air as Madam Columbina shuffled them from hand to hand. They arced elegantly as she sprayed them from her right hand to her left, then fanned out as she once again flicked them back from her left hand to her right, but Jo just watched it all without paying much attention. She was thinking more about what Chantal had meant when she'd said, "Anything."

Madam Columbina set the deck down on the shoulder of her artfully tattered jester's costume, and let the cards slide down her arm into her hand. She cut the deck, and it took Jo a moment to remember that she was supposed to be calling out the card she saw to the audience. "Three of clubs," she said hesitantly.

Madam Columbina smiled, her teeth a perfect white beneath a slash of ruby-red lipstick. "I guess my partner hasn't shown up yet, then," she said. "You'll have to forgive Harlequin, folks, he's a bit unreliable." She returned to her display of shuffling.

Jo didn't know what the whole thing was supposed to prove. She'd examined the whole deck when she'd first stepped up on stage, and the joker wasn't in it. Which was obviously the point; Madam Columbina was no doubt going to slip the card back in during the whole elaborate display of whirling, dancing cards, and everyone would ooh and ahh. Nice trick, everybody claps.

Except that they'd also be expecting Jo to...to slump down on her stool and start clucking like a chicken or something, and that just wasn't happening. Everybody knew that all these stage shows just used plants in the audience, with maybe a gullible idiot or two mixed in for flavor. The fact that she had managed to trick Madam Columbina into thinking she was a gullible idiot was about to get her a cool thousand bucks, but it wasn't going to leave her hypnotized, and it wasn't about to leave her doing...Jo remembered that wild, fearless light in Chantal's eyes. "Anything?" "Anything."

With a sudden flourish, Madam Columbina cut the deck again, but this time Jo was prepared. She called out, "Seven of hearts."

Madam Columbina nodded. "And before that was...?"

"Um..." Jo felt a little defensive; she didn't know there was going to be a test. "Two...no, three of clubs."

Madam Columbina nodded solemnly. "Three of clubs, seven of hearts, and we're looking for the joker. Could you keep track for me as they come? I'd take notes, but..." She sprayed the cards in a rainbow arc from one hand to the other. "It's a little hard to hold a pencil while you're doing this."

Jo smiled thinly. She just wished Madam Columbina would show her the joker and get this over with. Then Jo could stick out her tongue at her, walk off stage, and go collect Chantal's money. Maybe she should feel a little guilty, scooping up a thousand dollars for about fifteen minutes of sitting here and doing nothing, but Chantal wouldn't even miss it. A thousand bucks to a trust-fund baby like her just meant deciding between pairs of shoes this week instead of buying all three. (Thankfully, Chantal was willing to pay the extra rent to get them an apartment with plenty of closet space. Having a rich friend was cool sometimes, even if it got on your nerves sometimes too.)

Besides, Chantal started it all. The last two straight weeks, she'd been talking about nothing but how awesome it was that Madam Columbina was doing a show in town, and how cool her act was, and how she was the best stage hypnotist in the business, and how great it had been last time Chantal had seen her, and how they had to go, and how she'd pay for Jo's ticket, and just generally drooling over the woman like Chantal had a total girl-crush on her. ("Anything?" "Anything.")

It just got on Jo's nerves, that was all. That was the only reason she'd said, "I bet she does it with plants," as they were walking into the nightclub, just to deflate Chantal's hero-worship a little. She hadn't meant to start a whole big thing. Which she technically didn't, because it was Chantal who started it with her endless praise anyway.

But Chantal wouldn't let it go. Well, not after making a joke about cucumbers, and saying that she didn't think that was what the poster meant by 'Adult Hypnosis Show'. Which, okay, actually pretty funny. But she didn't leave it at that, and that meant Jo couldn't either. By the time they'd found a table, they were well into an argument about whether stage hypnosis was really real. "All I'm saying," Jo had said, "is that I kind of doubt that it's real hypnosis, the kind that they use in therapy and stuff. I'm betting that she's probably got at least one or two stooges in the audience, and maybe a couple of gullible types, and she's going to milk that for all it's worth."

And that was when Chantal had replied with, "How much?"

At first, Jo hadn't understood. She'd just shrugged and said, "I dunno, maybe a couple of hours...depends on how good her magic tricks are, really."

But Chantal had kept at her, saying, "Come on, Pussycat, put your money where your mouth is." Even though she knew Jo hated it when Chantal called her 'Pussycat', because she'd always hated that stupid cartoon--

Madam Columbina slapped the cards together and cut the deck so fast it almost startled Jo. "Um, three of clubs, seven of hearts, ace of spades."

"And...?" Madam Columbina said, winking at the audience.

Jo sighed. "And we're looking for the joker."

"That's my partner," Madam Columbina said. "He loves to make an entrance. Or is that an...entrance?" She stressed the second syllable that time, sending a ripple of chuckles through the audience.

Jo grinned too as Madam Columbina went back to shuffling the cards in dizzying arcs, but for different reasons. Jo knew she couldn't be hypnotized--well, actually she didn't know whether she could be hypnotized or not. Probably if she went to a hypnotherapist, and he swung a watch back and forth in front of her eyes or showed her a spiral or something, she could do it. But she knew she couldn't be hypnotized if she didn't want to be, and she couldn't be hypnotized just by seeing a card.

Probably the whole card thing was just a desperation tactic. Jo had let slip that she had money riding on not being hypnotized (not that she was going to be paying money if she lost...she didn't have a thousand dollars to spare right now) and Madam Columbina probably realized that it was pointless to pull out the swinging watch or the spinning spiral. Her whole patter about "Maybe I can't hypnotize you, but my partner, Harlequin, is a much better hypnotist than me. You know, Harlequin, the jester, the clown...the joker?" and the way she'd pulled out the deck of cards and told Jo that seeing the joker would hypnotize her...all that was just her way of stalling, once Jo had come up there and Madam Columbina had seen that 'suggestibility tests' aside, she hadn't picked a sucker or a plant this time. Jo had raised her hand because she wanted to come up on stage for the bet, not because it was 'tied to a balloon' or anything.

You couldn't be hypnotized with a card or an imaginary balloon. You had to be...induced or something. Jo was a little fuzzy on the details, but she'd looked it up on Wikipedia. (And oh, didn't Chantal crow when Jo had said that was where she got her information from. Who knew that Little Miss C Average was an expert on stage hypnosis?) This whole card trick wasn't going to work.

Which meant that unfortunately, Chantal was going to be out of luck on their little bet. Out of luck, and out a thousand dollars. Which meant that Jo wasn't going to have to follow through on her end...which was good, right? Having to be Chantal's personal slave for a month was bound to suck. She'd probably make Jo do all the cleaning (except that Chantal sprung for a maid service...) Or she'd make Jo wash her clothes (except that Chantal had everything dry-cleaned, because she said you couldn't trust Dior to a washing machine...) Or she'd make Jo... ("Anything?" "Anything.")

It was the look in Chantal's eyes that kept haunting Jo, the one Chantal got when she said, "You have to agree to be my personal slave for a month, and do anything I say." That look said, "I'm trying so hard to make this sound like just another one of my smutty jokes, just good old boy-crazy, girl-crazy Chantal making another mock pass at her oldest friend, but I want so badly for you to lose so that I can make you strip naked and fuck me." That was what kept sticking in Jo's mind as she watched Madam Columbina go through her fifty-two card juggling routine. If she lost, which she wouldn't because she couldn't because it didn't work that way, Jo would have to do anything she asked. And when Jo had asked, "Anything?" and Chantal had repeated "Anything," they'd both known perfectly well what that meant.

That was what Jo couldn't stop thinking about. She was watching the cards flutter through the air, but she wasn't really seeing them. She was thinking about all those other times Chantal had made jokes about wanting to get into her panties, and wondering how many of those times that light had been there in Chantal's eyes and Jo had just missed it. She was wondering what she would have done if she'd noticed it before...and she was wondering what her own eyes had looked like to Chantal when she asked, "Anything?" Because suddenly, she wasn't sure.

"Still with us?" Madam Columbina asked. Jo suddenly noticed that she was holding the deck out for Jo to look at. "Or is that my partner in there after all?"

The audience laughed, but Jo was a little too surprised at how lost in thought she'd been to be upset. "Oh!" she said. "No, it's, um...three of clubs, seven of hearts, ace of spades, four of clubs, and we're looking for the joker."

"That's right--tell you what, Jo," Madam Columbina said, beginning to put the cards through their paces again, "next time why don't you do them last to first instead of first to last? Might be easier for you to remember."

Jo nodded, but in her head, she was already back with Chantal. Tonight, she knew, she'd be fantasizing about losing the bet. Jo could almost hear Chantal's voice, trying to be smug but actually all husky and thick with arousal, whispering, "On your knees, Pussycat." And Jo would whimper and fall, the stupid nickname somehow sounding less stupid when Chantal growled it out in her bedroom voice, and Chantal would pull up her skirt and Jo would--

The cards caught her off-guard again. This time, Jo swore Madam Columbina did it on purpose, cutting them quicker than the last time to throw her off. "Three of--" No, wait, last to first this time... "Um, six of diamonds, um..." It was hard to reverse the list once she'd already made it in her head. "Four of clubs...ace of spades..."

Madam Columbina was already off and shuffling again as Jo tried to finish remembering the list. Images of Chantal's pussy kept intruding on her mind as she said, "Seven of hearts, three of clubs, and we're--"

Madam Columbina cut the deck again. "Jack of diamonds, six of diamonds, four of clubs, ace of--" Jo didn't even finish before Madam Columbina shuffled the deck again, this time giving it nothing more than a simple bridge shuffle and showing her the bottom card. "Ace of spades, um, seven of--" No, that was wrong, the ace of spades was in there twice now, she had to try to break the whole thing down card by card instead of a list now. It was "Jack of diamonds, six of...of..."

Madam Columbina gave the deck a sharp rap, and showed her the bottom card again. "..." Jo's mouth hung wide as she stared at the card, her voice trailing off into silence. All the other cards floated through her head in a dizzying whirl, the list now just a chaotic muddle in her head as she gaped at the joker.

It wasn't like the usual joker in a deck of playing cards. This one was a detailed painting of the face of a capering jester, leaning right up to the edge of the frame as though he had just noticed Jo and wanted to get a good, close look at her. Jo found herself leaning forward to look closer, even as the rest of her brain tied itself in knots trying to remember what card came next and her clit throbbed like it wanted to hypnotize her all by itself.

"That's right," Madam Columbina said, but Jo didn't pay her much attention. She just kept staring at the joker. It was just so fascinating. It seemed to loom in her field of vision, like it was just getting larger and larger with every passing second. Madam Columbina was saying something about that, about how the larger it got the more powerful it became, but it was hard to really think about what Madam Columbina was saying. It was hard to really think about anything at all. Thinking just led her back into confusion, and when she got confused, it got so hard to think, and it seemed like the only answer was just to stop thinking and stare at the joker some more.

And the more Jo stared, the easier it became to just stare. Jo felt like she was floating, like the card was all she could see and all she could think about. When it was this big, she could see that his eyes were like crazy spirals, endlessly drawing her in, and that made so much sense to her. That was why she couldn't take her eyes away. She was just watching the spiral, that was all. Everyone knew that spirals drew your eyes down...and down...and down. She could just watch the spirals in his eyes, focus on them completely, and let that take up all her attention while Madam Columbina talked.

That's why he had a partner. Harlequin was just a playing card, he couldn't talk. So he just drew all her attention in, while Madam Columbina explained what Jo needed to do. She understood perfectly now. "I am hypnotized," she agreed, not even remembering exactly what she was agreeing with but knowing that Madam Columbina had said...had said something. She'd been talking all this time, but Jo couldn't remember what she'd been saying because remembering felt too much like thinking and thinking just led her back into confusion. It was just easier to listen and agree right now. That was all she wanted to do and all she needed to do. And if all she needed to do was listen, she realized, she didn't need to have her eyes open at all.

Jo's eyes fluttered shut. The last thing she saw was the Harlequin's smile.

*****

"I was not!" Jo said, flinging the door open and stomping inside. "I keep telling you, I remember everything that happened up on stage!"

"And I keep telling you," Chantal said, stomping in right after her and closing the door, "it doesn't matter whether you remember it or not! Amnesia isn't a requirement for a hypnotic trance! You can be totally hypnotized, and remember every single thing that happened to you afterwards. Know how I know? Because I saw you do it twenty minutes ago."

Jo tossed her coat on the couch. The whole ride home had been like this, with Chantal insisting that she'd won the bet and gloating about making Jo "pay up" in tantalizingly non-specific terms that had made Jo's pussy really want to go ahead and throw the argument. But she wasn't going to give up on a thousand smackers just because she'd finally figured out that she was bi-curious, not when she knew she was right. "Look, I remember exactly what I was doing, and all I was doing was just...going along with it, that's all. But I decided to do that all on my own, and I could have stopped anytime I wanted to."

"Oh, really," Chantal said, with a disconcertingly smug look in her eyes. "So you just never felt like not doing what Madam Columbina wanted to, then. You just felt like repeating everything she said, you felt like singing like Madonna, you felt like having an orgasm without being touched--"

Jo shivered involuntarily. "I, um...she has a sexy voice, I'll give you that." Her cheeks felt hot as she remembered her legs going all rubbery when she finally stood up, all those toe-curling orgasms leaving her shaky on her feet as she left the stage. "But that, that was just...just fun. It all sounded like fun, and so I went along with it." Jo knew she was blushing furiously now, and she hoped Chantal thought it was in embarrassment. "That's all that happened, though."

Chantal sat down in an armchair, looking for all the world as though she knew exactly what that blush was about. "And when you did the strip-tease for the guy in the third row?"

"When I what?" Jo caught the mischievous look in Chantal's eyes. "Oh, ha ha, very funny. Real mature, Chantal. Look, can we just drop it? You're obviously never going to believe I wasn't hypnotized, I obviously know I wasn't, so let's just call the bet off, okay? Otherwise we're going to be arguing all night."

"No, we're not," Chantal said. "Because you were hypnotized, Jo. It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. I know you were."

Jo glared down at Chantal. She'd given her a chance to let it drop, but... "Oh, really?" she said. "So you're, what, telepathic now? You hooked me up to an EEG or something? What makes you so fucking sure?"

Chantal reached into her purse. "This," she said, holding up a playing card.

Jo's gaze locked onto the spirals in Harlequin's eyes as her breath left her in a soft sigh. All her anger and frustration melted away like ice under the warm summer sun, leaving her dreamy and relaxed...and wet, Jo realized. She was very wet.

"That's right," Chantal said. "Good girl." Jo shuddered in pleasure, the praise somehow seeming so much more direct and real to her now. It was like she was more focused on Chantal's words, like they sank all the way into her brain and wrapped themselves around her thoughts, and she didn't have to think about them at all. She just had to listen and agree. That was so much easier than thinking. She couldn't remember why she'd ever tried to think about what Chantal was saying at all.

"On your knees, Pussycat," Chantal purred, and it sounded even better than Jo had imagined, because she really couldn't resist it. As soon as she heard the words, she just dropped down as though all the strength had gone out of her legs. The card was even closer to her eyes now, drawing more of her attention until she felt like her whole world had narrowed down to the spirals and Chantal's husky, sexy voice, and Jo thought that felt just perfect.

"Closer," Chantal beckoned, and Jo crawled right up to the edge of the armchair. This close, she could smell Chantal's arousal, and it made Jo's clit tingle in anticipation. She wondered if she'd ever really wanted to resist Madam Columbina at all, or if she was just looking for the excuse to lose. Then she decided that wondering felt too much like thinking, and thinking just led her back into confusion, and she let her body sag down until she was slumped in Chantal's lap staring at the card and inhaling the scent of Chantal's pussy.

She heard Chantal's phone ringing, but the words Chantal spoke when she answered seemed distant and unimportant. They weren't commands, so Jo could just let them drift through her head without thinking about them as she heard Chantal say, "Worked like a charm. Thank you so much, you have no idea how long I wanted--"

Jo wanted so badly to close her eyes, but Harlequin just kept drawing her in with his endless spirals. "...no, she thought you were using plants in the audience, so I made a bet that you wouldn't pick her." Jo felt the fabric under her cheek move, as Chantal pulled her skirt up so that Jo's head rested on her bare leg. Jo could just see glimpses of Chantal's panties in her peripheral vision, but the joker was between her and the sight of Chantal's pussy, and the joker just drew all her attention in.

"Ha! No, she didn't think I was a plant. She didn't know I volunteered when I saw your show that first time." That almost sparked a thought in Jo's head, but she just felt too dreamy and sexy and relaxed to think, so she let it go. The joker was too interesting to look at. "Well, I wasn't about to tell her! I wanted her up on that stage, remember?"




The Joker



Jo noticed a tiny slick of drool forming at the corner of her mouth, making the place where her flesh met Chantal's just a little bit wet. She felt Chantal's fingers stroking her hair, and she whimpered slightly in arousal. She wanted to lean even closer, taste and touch even more of Chantal's body, but all she could do was watch and sink deeper.

"Huh? No, it's the right card, I'm sure of it. She just took one look at it and zap! No, it's definitely the right--fine, I'll check." Suddenly, Harlequin left Jo's field of vision, leaving nothing in front of her but the sight of Chantal's pink satin panties. They were so damp now, the outlines of Chantal's pussy clearly traced by clinging fabric, and Jo barely even heard Chantal's soft sigh of, "Ohhh..." as she leaned in lazily towards the other girl's pussy.

Chantal's fingers twined in Jo's hair as she started to lick, tasting Chantal's juices through the fabric and moaning in desire as she rubbed her own thighs together in ecstasy. Chantal was saying something, something about "Yes, Madam, I hear and obey," but Jo didn't need to listen, not when Chantal tasted so fucking good. She felt her breath coming in sharp gasps as the pleasure in her own body echoed the pleasure she knew she was causing in Chantal.

"I am your devoted servant," Chantal said, "and pleasure is my...my reward for...service..." Her voice sounded unsteady, and Jo felt a soft, dreamy bliss at the way it wavered every time Jo tongued her snatch through her panties. Jo's hands drifted up of their own volition, finding places to rub that made Chantal's words break off completely for a moment.

"Yes, Madam, the door is unlocked, we..." Jo felt Chantal's legs wrap around her, pulling her closer and closer so that she could lick deeper and deeper. "We await you, Madam, we...we obey, obey oh fuck obedience is pleasure and we obey so we cum, we cum, we CUM!" Jo felt Chantal quiver as she pressed her cunt up against Jo's face, smearing her juices all over Jo's lips as she came. Jo felt the orgasm burst through her as well as she squeezed her legs together tightly. Somehow, even cumming made her sink deeper into trance.

As Chantal began to chant her mantras of obedience, Jo began to lick all over again.

THE END



The Joke's on Them



Travis Mason was in a very good mood as he walked down the street towards The Bella Bistro. Work had gone well with no mishaps and not a single person had dared to pull an April Fool's prank on him. As the boss, they would have been risking their jobs, but there might have been an "April Fool" bold or daring enough to try. He was happy that there hadn't been. Travis didn't have much patience for practical jokes. He tended to think that they were cruel and pointless.

He was a bit surprised that Mark hadn't pulled one of his stunts, although he supposed it was a bit too late for that now. His best friend since fourth grade loved practical jokes, even though Travis had told him consistently he had no stomach for them. He was always doing something that annoyed Travis, despite their friendship and the new relationship they now enjoyed since Mark had become family. Mark had insisted that Travis had pulled off the best practical joke of all, foisting him off on his sister, Casey. It was a running bit between them, because Casey had fallen in love with Mark from the time she was 11. The two-years older Mark hadn't noticed back then, few girls caught his eye. Sports were everything to Mark back then. It changed by the time he was in the 12th grade. Casey had turned into a certified blonde beauty and hadn't let moss grow under her feet. She made Mark come after her and once convinced of his sincerity, there was no separating them. She wouldn't have let anything come between her husband and brother either and often, she was the one playing peacemaker. Casey had some of her husband's sense of humor, but she was also the first one to tell him when he might be crossing a line.

As he passed one storefront window, Travis took stock of himself. He was wearing his best blue blazer, a very expensive shirt and tie and tailored slacks. He'd had his hair cut that morning and made sure shave himself as clean as a whistle. Unlike his buddy, no gray outlined Travis' hair, although the BS with Lise might well have added some. He still felt pangs of regret over the ending of their ten-year relationship and supposed that he always would. You don't love someone the way that he had her and not feel -- something. Still, his sister, who had never liked Lise, was right -- the woman was poison. The odd thing about all of that was Lise's best friend was also Casey's -- the two women just couldn't stand each other.

As he neared the restaurant, a normally confident Travis felt some butterflies. It had been over a decade since he had last been on a date. It felt strange to be nearly 36 and single, it also felt good. Lise had been a millstone around his neck for far too long. He had lost himself in her for several years and only therapy and some clarity had allowed him to see the truth. The entirety of their relationship had been about Lise -- her needs, her wants and even her sexual preferences. When Lise suggested that they have an "open" relationship, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Travis went ballistic and stayed at Mark & Casey's that night. He went back to the apartment he shared with Lise the next afternoon and cleared out, not looking back for an instant. He and Mark spent the night tying one on and he lost count of how many times he said that he was glad they had never legally married. Lise's family had money, so most everything went to her and Travis threw himself back into his architectural work to forget his agony.

Mark and Casey had pushed him to jump back into dating and when they told him they had the "perfect" woman for him, he balked at first. Part of him still believed that he'd had the perfect woman and let her fall through the cracks, although he knew that wasn't realistic. Lise was selfish and condescending. He shook the cobwebs from his head and entered the restaurant, ready to face the future. Once he set his mind to making the night work, he also realized that he was hungry as a bear.

Casey had insisted that she give him the once-over, being overly solicitous. He thought his sister was overdoing it, although being nurturing was in her nature. It bugged him a lot more that Mark was so gung-ho about this date. His buddy wasn't normally quite this involved in his personal life.

When he got to the table and his date stood up, he saw why. He frowned. She scowled and both of them looked at each other in anger and then shook their heads. They had been set up! The "date" was an April Fool's prank! He was pissed and the woman standing in front of him looked as mad as a hornet.

"Travis."

"Juliette."

Juliette Wilde was his sister's best friend since the 2nd Grade and one of Lise's closest friends as well. She hadn't liked him ever since he could remember and the feeling was mutual. When he started dating Lise, Juliette didn't even disguise the fact that she did not approve. She complained to Casey, she complained to Lise and she complained to whoever would listen. Fortunately, both of the women in his life ignored her admonitions. It was a damned shame that Juliette was such a bitch, because she was a gorgeous redhead and damn, she looked hot in the slinky black dress and heels she had on!

"They got us," Juliette said through gritted teeth. "I'll kill her and fuck, I haven't eaten a thing all day," she complained as she sat back down.

"Me either," Travis said and sat down as well. If it had been anyone else besides Juliette, he would have already declared the date a success. Superficial or not, she looked amazing and a dose of "amazing" was just what the doctor ordered right about now. "Okay, how about this? We call a truce, have a meal, try to make some small talk and go our separate ways when we're done."

"Can you do that?"

"I can -- can you?" She smiled and he smiled back. Juliette nodded so he summoned the sommelier and ordered wine.

"I actually drink that all the time," Juliette said after the server left. "Good choice."

"My sister got me to try it," Travis told her.

"You realize she's dead the next time I see her?" Juliette said with a deadpan expression.

"So is Mark."

"What were they thinking?"

"No idea, although in the spirit of our truce, you look great. That is some dress and you look like a million dollars," Travis complimented her.

"You're not so bad yourself," Juliette added. Clearing her throat, she then looked at the menu and tried not to smile. It had always bothered her that this chestnut-haired Adonis was such a shit, because he sure could fill out a suit.

The two dinner companions ordered and as they waited for their food, they talked. To Travis' surprise, conversation came easily. When their food arrived, Juliette eyed his and he looked at hers. "Want to share?" Travis suggested. She nodded and they split their meals in half. With some of their hunger being assuaged by the wonderful meal, they continued talking and something odd began to happen. Travis and Juliette found out they had things in common -- a lot of things. Films, TV shows, books and favorite restaurants -- it was almost as if they had been leading parallel lives.

"Am I imagining this?" Juliette asked with a nervous giggle. "Or do we actually seem to like each other?"

"It's not just you," Travis told her. "I haven't been this fascinated by a woman -- ever. Who'da thunk?"

"Not I," Juliette laughed as she touched his hand. Both of them felt it -- a charge. Their hearts were beating and silly as it seemed, they made a connection.

"Lise ..."

"... is in my past, I'm sorry if I hurt your best friend. I just couldn't be her plaything any longer," Travis explained.

"Don't be sorry, I get it," Juliette smiled softly. "I haven't spoken to her in months. Casey was right, Lise is only friends with someone if they do what she wants. Her perspective is skewed and perhaps it also affected my perception of you," she admitted.

"I've known you for years before Lise," Travis added. "Why didn't you like me then?"

"Easy, you were an icky boy," Juliette laughed.

"And you were a brat."

"Guilty."

"How about now?"

"Mmm -- let me think about it. Okay, you're not so bad," Juliette smiled warmly.

"You're still a brat," he laughed. "Only difference, now you're a gorgeous brat."

"Guilty again," Juliette grinned. "I have to say, I'm glad you noticed. I spent hours getting ready for this date, thinking it was a real date. I want to shoot your sister, although I suppose I should let her off the hook. Now I suppose, I'll have to thank her."

"Why should we?" Travis teased. "Let's not let them off the hook, let's just keep mum. Make 'em sweat. The fact that this turned out great is our secret -- agreed?"

"You betcha!" Juliette clapped. "Just for that, dessert is on me."

The date continued until the time the restaurant closed and still, neither of the unlikely couple wanted it to end. They walked together in a beautiful moonlit sky, holding hands like they had been together for years. Anyone coming upon them would have thought they were longtime lovers and not just a couple discovering mutual interests. "Should I take you home?" Travis asked, hoping that she would say no.

"I suppose you should," Juliette sighed, looking up at him with emerald eyes that dazzled. "It's getting chilly and I don't live far." She knew he was dejected, so she added "Come in for a cup of coffee."

"I don't really need a cup of coffee," Travis said as they began walking towards Juliette's place.

"Good, because I make terrible coffee," she smiled as she picked up the pace. He noticed that even in heels, she ran quite well and with a naughty little stride.

"Then what ...?"

"Silly man, don't you recognize a pretext when you hear one?" Juliette smiled as her apartment complex came into view. "A girl can't very well say `let's go to my place and fuck', now can she?"

Travis wasn't sure that he had heard her correctly, but he played along. "Why the hell not?"

Juliette decided to keep the play going and moved close, thrusting herself against him and whispering in his ear. "Okay handsome, let's go up to my place and fuck," she said and nibbled on his ear lobe. He nodded and the two of them practically raced up the stairs to the loft apartment. He knew that she managed the building and the loft was a perk. It was beautiful, large and spacious and tastefully decorated. Travis assumed he'd get the nickel tour sooner or later. Right now, he assumed -- correctly -- that both of them only had one room in mind. Laughing with the gaiety of a schoolgirl, his "blind date" ran for the bedroom, leaving her paramour behind in the dust.

When he reached the bedroom, Travis couldn't quite believe his eyes. How had she managed to move that fast? She stood there in a slinky black teddy and stockings, her high heels adding to the overall effect. The tall redhead almost sashayed towards him and threw her arms around his neck. "I'm like the Boy Scouts," she kidded. "I know to be prepared."

"I'll say," Travis added, just before the sensual redhead practically jammed her tongue down his throat. The passion between them was indescribable and he wondered if a bit of that was caused by the dissolution of the long animosity between them. Deciding he really didn't care what fueled her fire, he kissed back and the two of them took things all the way up to Defcon One before breaking apart.

"If I'd known you could kiss like that, I'd have taken you with me to Prom," Juliette said, trying not to pass out from the passion. "Although we might not have gotten there," she winked, edging towards the spacious bed.

"We wouldn't have," Travis grinned and followed her. She stretched out on the bed and red tresses spilled out behind her. "I've always thought you were hot -- but DAMN, woman!" She laughed a rich, hearty laugh as he joined her on the bed. Her hand traced the contours of his face as they kissed again. The two of then rolled around on the bed, kissing and teasing each other. Travis found Juliette's aggressive attitude very sexy. It wasn't at all like Lise, a way of controlling him. It was that of a confident, sexy, vibrant woman engaged in play. Her nimble, slim fingers were flying about, making him naked. Her eyes appraised every square inch of Travis and he could tell that she liked what she saw. He didn't have much to complain about either and when she sat up and removed her lingerie, his eyes almost bugged out. There were glamour models and film stars that weren't as sexy as Juliette. He cussed himself for all of the wasted time and decided that was to be the end of that. Tonight he would give her an amazing fuck to make up for all the pent-up sexual frustration that had obviously been under the surface.

"You do realize that you're about to get hooked?" Juliette purred with the most sensual tones she could summon. "Once a man gets a taste of me, he's ruined for other women. I'm the best fuck you'll ever have!"

"Promises, promises," Travis teased before she pushed him on his back. There was an almost-mad look in her eyes as her hands slid over his supine form. Then before he could say a further word, her mouth surrounded his cock and he knew immediately she had not been boasting. Juliette sucked cock like she was born to do nothing else. Travis threw back his head and let out a low moan. It wasn't going to be easy with her, although he surmised that few things worth having were easy. He just had to make sure not to cum until she gave him some kind of clue that she was ready for that to occur.

Juliette looked at the man she had despised for so long and wondered how she had been so clueless? She had incorrectly assumed from all the pertinent evidence that he simply wasn't "her type" -- and she had been wayyyy off of the mark. He was a very masculine male, true, although you had to add charming, sexy and virile to that. He had managed to engage her mentally throughout dinner and now, she wanted to consume him physically. His cock was the biggest she had ever had and yet, he hadn't bragged about his attributes like some men might have done. It was just part and parcel of the package. Her mouth worked its wiles on his shaft and when she felt the pulsing shaft jerk, she gave him a nod and wink. He moved to pull away and she frowned. This first time, she wanted to experience it all and did as she swallowed his load.

Some men might have rested at this point, not this man -- not her man. Now he was leading the sex play and when she splayed her legs, he moved in between them. Her legs clamped about his ears and he made no attempt to move as he feasted on her pussy. "Oh yeah baby, eat my fucking cunt!" Juliette cried out. She knew he wouldn't be offended by the crude language and when he ate her with even more gusto, Juliette knew that she had been right about that. Tit for tat, Travis made her cum with his very talented mouth.

"Want to rest?" Juliette asked him.

"Do you need one?" Travis replied. She shook her head "no" and practically jumped him. Her pussy splayed apart as she lowered herself on him and felt him inch deep inside of her. Juliette was packed with cock and shuddered at the delight of his manhood inside of her. A lot of men didn't like their women to be aggressive like this and she could see that Travis had no problems with the Cowgirl position. She wanted to ride and he let her, his hands playing with her tits and the rest of her body as she gave herself over to lust. The frenetic motions she made as she fucked him seemed to spur him on. The wonderful blowjob she had presented him made it unlikely that he would cum soon and his virility insured that she could fuck him for a good, long time. Her four poster bed creaked under their weight, but held steady as she gave Travis the fucking of a lifetime. Until this night, she had never fucked a man on the first date - never. During their meal, Juliette knew that she was going to break that rule. The more that they fucked, the surer she was that this night was their destiny.

Juliette called the shots for a while with nary a word of complaint from her lover. Travis wanted to make sure she got the kind of fucking a hot, redheaded bitch deserved -- wild and unrestrained. When he fucked her from behind, he tugged at her hair and was a bit rough. It seemed to spur her on. He didn't cum, not just yet. Juliette was going to get it all, everything he could give. When he finally did allow himself the ultimate release, they were screwing in the spoon position. His lover was only moments behind him in her own climatic explosion.

They spent the night fucking like animals and went well into the next day. When he asked her for a second date, she kissed him and nodded. "Although this might be our third date," she teased. "It's a new day."

"We never stopped the third one," Travis joked back as he made them both coffee. She insisted that she had been telling the truth and couldn't make a decent cup of coffee to save her life.

Each date proved better than the last and always ended the same way, with sex that ran them both ragged. They were able to keep their relationship secret, not wanting to tip off anyone and jinx their newfound good fortune. In fact, they were so successful at that, the following April 1st, Mark and Casey were stunned to receive a dinner invitation from the couple. Casey was stupefied into silence when she saw the huge diamond on Juliette's finger, certain this was a revenge prank for their April Fool's joke a year earlier. It wasn't.

No, that came a few hours later, when Juliette and her man skipped out just before dessert, sticking Casey and Mark with the bill for their sumptuous dinner.



The Jolly Roger Earrings



You tend to listen when the person telling you to do something is wearing a cutlass and carrying a cat o' nine tails with a dildo for a handle.

I dropped to my knees. I reached into the bucket of soapy water for the sponge. The water was almost scalding hot; but I started swabbing the deck, just like she'd commanded me to do. She propped one leather boot on the bucket's rim and watched me. My hands were hot and red, my cock was rock hard, and all I could think of was those damn earrings.

Meg was always smiling. When the library's computers were crashing or when she was booting brats out of the children's section, she was still smiling. It was always hidden just behind the tight lips. This was about all I knew of Meg, apart from her functional fashion sense, until I noticed the earrings.

I'd gone in looking for another audio book. I played it safe and picked up Elmore Leonard's newest. Meg asked how I was doing, and I gave the usual non-committal answer. She could've asked me if I'd just come from rehearsal at the Peking Opera and I probably would've answered the same way. This was how I thought of Meg. She was just a woman who worked at the library. She was a passing acquaintance. She was a face in the crowd who liked to dress in sweaters and Capri pants...until I noticed the earrings.

It was when she turned her head to look at the computer screen. The wink of metal in her right earlobe caught my eye. She wore a tiny skull and crossbones earring in each lobe. Two tiny death's heads grinned at me with decadent glee that I was now, with sponge in hand and iron rod in pants, just beginning to appreciate.

The earrings led me to look, really look, at Meg's head. She was a cute woman in her forties with wavy black hair that just tickled the base of her neck. She had an elfish nose, Wal-Mart glasses, chocolate eyes, and puffy cheeks. Her red and white-striped sweater made her look more like a member of a barbershop quartet than a librarian. She was a comfortable woman, both in size and demeanor. I imagined her whole life being geared toward comfort, almost complacency. I imagined her living in a warm house with two cats, lots of books, and late nights with a cup of chamomile tea and maybe a vibrator tucked under the pillow of the couch.

I stood there at the checkout desk and realized that I was thinking more about Meg than I had ever done before. All my previous thoughts had been limited to chatty thoughts about the weather and if she'd put the return date sticker on the right spot of my book so the library's anti-theft alarm wouldn't go off. Now, I was wondering if she had a vibrator in her living room.

She slid the audiobook back to me with her pleasant, meek smile. The smile was different now, even if she didn't mean it to be. The earrings turned the simple, even somewhat patronizing, smile into something mischievous and almost deadly.

I almost said something, but I took the audiobook and left. It was just a weird fashion choice, and that was all.

Tell that to the log in my pants.

She walked behind me, inspecting the spots I had scrubbed. The cutlass now held by her side in her other hand. She tapped on the deck with her knee-high boot, and I stopped scrubbing.

"Here. You missed this."

I turned around on my knees. Her boot tapped on a spot I had scrubbed. I reached to scrub it again, but her foot didn't move. I looked up at her, asking a silent question. She moved the cutlass, and I thought she was going to smack me with it. She tapped the side of her boot.

"Clean it," she said.

I squeezed water out of the sponge and into the bucket. She brought her boot toward my face as I moved forward with the sponge.

"With your mouth, boy."

I hesitated a moment too long. She kicked the bucket over, causing the soapy water to pour through the slats of the deck. She flipped the bucket over with her cutlass and propped her foot on the bottom.

"Now," she said.

The security light on the back deck made her skull and crossbones earrings sparkle as I kissed the leather instep.

I caught myself watching Meg from a distance the next time I went to the library. The Jolly Roger earrings were gone, replaced by cubic zirconium. She was trying to get a piece of paper out of the Byzantine workings of the copying machine. She was bent at the waist, twisted at the shoulders, and crooked at the neck trying to look up into the gears, rollers, and inkjets. Her childbearing hips and ass, wrapped in another pair of Capris, stuck out and waited to be slapped.

I cleared the bizarre, naughty, yet unavoidable, thought from my head and approached her.

"Get one caught?" I asked.

She turned up from her yogic twist, blew a tuft of hair out from behind her glasses, and smiled.

"Yeah, a piece of paper's caught in there somewhere. I can't find it."

"I took one apart once. Let me see if I can find it."

It was the first time I kneeled at her feet.

We were engaging in idle chitchat when Ellie, a wonderfully cute college sophomore with short curly hair, lickable freckles, and D-cups always wrapped in rock band shirts, came up to us.

"Meg, do you know where the DVD projector is?" Ellie asked.

Meg told her, and then a strange thing happened. Ellie simply said, "I..." and didn't finish the sentence after receiving a sharp look from Meg. The authority in Meg's face was only there for a second, but it was undeniable. Ellie dropped her head in embarrassment. She said thanks, and then hurried away. I found the paper, yanked it out, and forgot about Ellie until the reception dinner a week later.

Tonight, however, Ellie was chained to a mast with her dress hiked over her freckled behind.

I kept licking Meg's boot. She put it down and gave me the other.

"You brigands!" Ellie yelled from the topless mast that jutted up from the deck. She tried to look back at us, but found it difficult with her hands chained over her head and her feet chained at the ankles to the deck. "My father will send the entire British fleet to find me and see you all hanged as traitors to the crown!"

"Your father is in Davey Jones' locker, girl," Meg said with a laugh. She put her boot down and turned to face Ellie, whose eyes had now grown wide with fear. Or was it gleeful apprehension? I stayed kneeling on the deck, and would've been laughing at this scene and its cliffhanger serial dialogue, were it not for my intense desire to jack off.

"No one's coming for you, girl. You belong to me and me crew now," Meg said.

"No, no!" Ellie pleaded in her best Polly Pureheart voice.

"Oh yes, and you'll follow the rules of the Lady Death."

"Never! I'd rather die!"

Meg swished the cat o'nine tails up Ellie's naked thighs and backside. Even in the lone light of the back deck, I could see that Ellie's cunt was glistening and waiting for any attention it could get.

Meg cracked Ellie's backside with the cat o'nine tails. It made a wet smack that caused Ellie's head to snap back and her hands to spring open in the shackles. Another blow slapped her cheeks, and Ellie let out a deep-throated grunt. I stayed on my knees, transfixed.

"I think you'll be a fine wench for me crew," Meg said, her pirate grammar shaking me out of my trance.

"Never! You may torture me, but you'll have to rape my dead body before I'd lie down with your or your crew! I – "

"Shut your mouth, girl!" Meg said and spun the cat o'nine tails around in her hand. She crammed its thick black silicone dildo end into Ellie's mouth. Ellie resisted, but only for a moment. Her eyes briefly rolled up in pleasure before she dropped her head in mock defeat.

Meg turned to me. I felt a strong urge to resume scrubbing the deck.

"Keep an eye on her, boy," Meg said, "If she sasses ya, give 'er a couple'a lashes." She turned for the house, but looked back over her shoulder to give me a sly grin. "And whatever else ya like. I'm off to check somethin' below decks."

All I could say was, "Aye, aye, captain!"

The reception dinner for library volunteers was hot from too many bodies being stuffed into one big room in the library. I was surprised at the number of people there, and also humbled by the enormity of others' actions on behalf of the library. I helped out with Meg's summer school program every summer, while others seemed to be part-time librarians without the schooling.

I was trying to figure out how the wandering stage magician had pulled off a card trick when I heard Lisa, the head librarian, asking for some "strong guys" to help move a podium from the basement to the big room upstairs. I swallowed my last bite of cake and raised my hand.

A farmer who had donated a large collection of old, almost perfectly preserved newspapers to the library's historic collection, joined me. We followed Lisa to the basement, through the children's section, and into a back room. I was first through the door, so I was able to catch a glimpse of Ellie sliding through a door into another hallway that led to the back emergency exit steps.

I considered saying something, but guessed Ellie was fetching something for the party. Lisa advised the farmer and me on how to best maneuver the podium to the elevator, and I forgot about Ellie until we got upstairs.

We put the podium in the big room, and I assured Lisa that she would do a fine job with her speech. My attention wandered as she spoke, and I noticed Meg and Ellie were nowhere to be seen. All of the staff was there except them.

I wondered if Ellie had left and Meg was busy. I wondered if Ellie was having a smoke in the emergency exit stairwell. I wondered if they were in the restroom, or if Meg was making a phone call, or if they were both downstairs away from prying eyes.

My eyes wanted to pry, so I got up and walked out of the big room without anyone seeming to care. Lisa was showing photos of library activities for the past year when I went downstairs.

The children's section was as quiet as...well, a library. The back room was still unlocked, and I slid in like a shadow. I stood in the dark and listened. I had to calm my heart, which was pounding in excitement of being caught down here without an excuse. I listened for a bit longer, and then heard a quiet echo of a voice saying, "Say it." Another voice echoed something I couldn't make out.

Following the echoes, I moved to the emergency exit door. As I got closer, "Say it" became a stern command from beyond the door. The door had a window in it with wires criss-crossed through the panes of glass. The voices beyond were booming off the walls of the emergency exit stairwell. They were voices of pleasure. Carnal, wild, fucktastic pleasure. I stood to one side of the door and looked through its window.

Ellie was on the steps, lying back on some of the other steps. Meg was buck-naked and astride Ellie's face. Her white ass flexed and bucked on Ellie's mouth. Meg held the handrail for support while Ellie grabbed handfuls of Meg's white buttocks.

"You like that, don't you, girl?" Meg asked. I could see Ellie's chin bobbing as she nodded. Meg reached back with one hand and gave one of Ellie's nipples a hard pinch through her shirt.

"Say it!" Meg shouted and then rose up from Ellie's wet mouth.

"Aye, aye, captain," Ellie said. A light bulb went on above my head then.

I realized that Ellie had almost said this when she came up to Meg and me at the broken copier. She asked for the DVD projector, Meg told her where to find it, and Ellie almost said, "Aye, aye, captain;" but she caught herself. It explained the strange look from Meg, the awkward pause, and Ellie's silent dismissal. How long had this weird relationship been going on?

"You're a fine wench, aren't you, girl?" Meg asked as she twisted and pinched Ellie's nipple some more.

"Aye, captain," Ellie said between breaths.

Meg held onto Ellie's head. A strange shudder rippled down her white body as she came. She cried out a long, echoing "Oh!" that reverberated in the stairwell like feedback through a bass amp.

They quivered together for what seemed like a long time. Weren't they missed upstairs? Wouldn't someone be looking for them by now? Meg got dressed as Ellie wiped her lips and chin with her fingers. They kissed, and I backed away before they saw me. I scuttled into a dark spot and crouched there. They came through the door with big grins on their faces. Meg gave Ellie a playful swat on the behind.

"I'll see you tonight on the Lady Death. Wear something I can tear off you."

"Aye, aye, captain," Ellie said, her eyebrows raised in happy expectation.

I watched them leave, waited a couple minutes, then snuck out of the back room, up the stairs, and to the men's room so I could jack off in one of the stalls. It didn't take me long.

I found Meg in the main room just as Lisa was finishing up her presentation of certificates to outstanding volunteers. Ellie was on the opposite side of the room. They were skilled at the deception. There was no apparent body language between them, save a quick glance or the way Ellie's gaze would drop so she wouldn't look her captain in the eyes. You wouldn't see it unless you knew to look for it.

During the "stand around and chitchat about nothing" time that inevitably overwhelms every party; I spotted Meg speaking with an older couple near the shelves of audiobooks. She kindly listened to them ramble on about the old library. Seeing the demure version of Meg again thrilled me even more than seeing her humping Ellie's face. I was in on the secret, unbeknownst to her and Ellie. Now, as I watched her laugh at a little quip from the old man and then put a kind hand on his shoulder, all I could think of was how that hand just got done playing with a pair of freckled D-cup tits.

I felt like a spy, but thought it would be fun to break my cover. I found an old VHS copy of The Black Swan on the shelves. I took it to Meg just as the couple left her. She smiled and shook my hand, her eyes lighting up as she saw the movie in my hand.

"Great choice," she said.

"You've seen it?"

"Tyrone Power, Maureen O'Hara, directed by Henry King in nineteen forty-two."

"So you have seen it, then?"

She laughed, a bit embarrassed.

"It's one of the classics of the pirate movie genre. I'm a big fan."

"I loved the Johnny Depp pirate movie."

"Best movie of two thousand-three," she said with utmost seriousness.

"Would you make me a list of pirate movies? I have nothing else to do all weekend."

"You could borrow mine." She was blushing. This face-fucking, pirate-loving woman was blushing. She told me she'd bring them to the library the next day. I thanked her; she thanked me and then laughed some more, almost bumped into a bookshelf as she backed away, and left to mingle. I noticed I had another erection. I held the videotape at my waistband and moved to a quiet spot to calm down.

I went in early the next day to get the movies. Meg was nowhere to be found, and neither was Ellie. The short, part-time assistant gave me a box of movies with a note attached that had specific instructions to give them to me and call Meg in the storage room if I showed up between nine and ten, which I had.

The short woman called on an interlibrary phone, said, "That guy is here for his movies," hung up, and walked away without a word. I stood at the counter for a couple minutes before Meg came up from the stairs that led to the children's section. Her skin was flushed, and the first inch of her hair was damp with sweat.

"Been working out?" I asked.

"We're moving things downstairs," she said.

"You and Ellie?" She was taken aback, but just for a moment. "I didn't see her around, so I just guessed." Her laugh was one of relief. I hefted the box into the crook of my left arm.

"This is quite a collection," I said.

"I have lots of books at home too, if you're ever interested."

"I'm interested." I let the moment hang there before I saw a joke I couldn't resist. I reached into the box and pulled out a DVD. "Horatio Hornblower? Is this from your private collection?"

She laughed with a cute, snickering sound and then explained the history of the Horatio Hornblower novels and their author in such fervent detail that I thought she was going to pass out. I thanked her again, promised I'd return them in a week, and headed out.

I almost ran into Ellie on the way. She came down the stairs from the upper level and almost body-checked me. I made a laughing apology, but she returned a cold stare.

I watched all twenty films, and was surprised at how much I enjoyed the adventures of Mr. Hornblower. Meg was just as surprised that I had watched them all. She recommended several books, and one day took me into the library's stacks to show me some.

By then, I had learned not only much about piracy on the high seas, but also much about Meg. We both liked Klimt paintings, Jamaican jerk chicken, and the Rolling Stones up to the Some Girls album. She did Pilates, and I ran mini-marathons. She ate little sugar, and I ate no red meat. I was about to ask her out for coffee when Ellie came around the corner. I caught sight of her first, and she gave me the evil eye again.

"Lisa wants you, Meg," she said.

"Tell her I'll be right there," Meg said without much of a look back.

"She's getting ready to leave for lunch. I don't think she can wait."

Meg's face grew stern for a moment before she flashed her smile and told me she'd better get back to work. I asked about the coffee. She blushed, smiled, and said yes. She turned and headed down the aisle. Ellie obediently stepped aside, shooting more daggers from her eyes at me.

Those same eyes now pled with me as she jerked at the chains holding her to the mast. Meg had gone into the house. I was still on my knees, not sure whether to laugh, scrub, or fuck Ellie from behind. My mind was paralyzing my body through indecision.

Ellie broke the spell by spitting out the dildo, much to my disappointment; she looked great with a mouthful of cock. It thumped to the hardwood like a dropped kielbasa.

"Good sir! Please release me! You have my word that my father will reward you beyond measure!"

I wanted to laugh, but Meg came out of the house wearing nothing but her boots, cutlass, and a magnificent plumed pirate hat. Her white body was now seen to be strong under the softness, probably from the Pilates and the low sugar diet. She looked at the cat o'nine tails and then at me.

"What's happened, boy? Did the wench try anything?"

It was the first time she'd asked me a question during this role-play. I wasn't sure how to respond. I almost said a simple, "No," figuring the less I talked, the better. I changed my mind, however; and with a delightfully mischievous spark of inspiration, I let the dialogue from twenty pirate movies come out.

"The only thing she tried, captain, was to use her womanly wiles to escape. She tried to seduce me, captain. Promised me riches, she did." I even threw in an Irish sea dog accent for reasons I didn't know.

"Did she now?" Meg asked and turned to face Ellie, whose expression reminded me of a melodrama actress tied to the tracks. "Why don't we show her what wenches are used for on the Lady Death?"

She beckoned. I stood. We walked to Ellie, who growled and spat at us.

"Do your worst!" She said.

"Get undressed, boy," Meg ordered. "It's time we taught this wench some manners."

"Aye, aye, captain," I said, and then pulled off my striped shirt.

This was quite a turn of events from earlier this evening.

I had stopped by the library and walked Meg to the coffee shop. Ellie shot us another strange look before we left, which was immediately returned by Meg. Ellie scurried away like she was late for an important appointment.

Later, when I saw her tied to the mast on Meg's back deck, I realized she had been.

After our first date at the coffee shop, we set up another to do a book exchange. I'd bring her some crime fiction, and she'd bring me another pirate novel. Ellie was again nearby when we made the agreement. She slowly walked by, like a panther scouting prey. I kept waiting for her to growl at me, but she walked to the circulation desk to check in books. She did it without looking at them, never taking her eyes off me.




The Jolly Roger Earrings



"How about Wednesday?" Meg offered.

"Sounds good to me."

"Eight o'clock?"

"Aye, aye, captain," I said. It got the reactions I wanted. Meg's face flushed red and she made a quick gasp. Ellie dropped several books. Meg started uncontrollably giggling as I headed to the circulation desk with my latest audiobook. Ellie checked me out without saying a word, an invisible wall of ice between us.

When I got the audiobook home, I found a small note inside. It read, "She's mine."

"She's all yours, captain," I said as we approached Ellie. Meg had picked up the cat o'nine tails and I was looking forward to another personal exhibition of her using it on Ellie.

"You're animals!" Ellie yelled in a husky voice that barely disguised her pleasure.

"The saltiest dogs of the sea," Meg said, nearly making me break into laughter. "And you'll make a fine bitch."

She slapped the leather straps across Ellie's backside, eliciting a cry of released erotic tension that had been building for many minutes. Ellie's legs were quivering. The lightest brush of the whips made her shiver in the warm August night. There was another lashing, and the sight of it again mesmerized me. Meg grabbed a handful of Ellie's curly hair, causing Ellie's back to bow even before Meg tugged on her head.

She shoved the dildo into Ellie's cunt. Ellie let out a deep grunt and shoved her hips back and forth, not needing much encouragement from Meg's hair pulling. Meg moved beside her and roughly pulled Ellie's drooling mouth to her tits. Ellie greedily lapped, bit, and sucked them. There was no more melodramatic pretense. They were now two kinky women fucking.

"Why don't you take a piece of her, lad?" Meg asked as she pulled out the dildo and then slid it into her mouth. The sight of this nearly put me over the edge, but I held back and decided to take it out on Ellie.

When we first arrived at Meg's place, I had no idea Ellie was there. Meg had invited me back for a drink after our Wednesday book exchange, and I gladly accepted. I had grown beyond my carnal attraction for her and was learning to love her giddy, uncontrolled laughter, pleasant voice, quirky knowledge, and happy eyes. The secret slut within was an added bonus. I was hoping we'd end up in bed. It was all I thought about while she introduced me to her pet parrot, Smee. I noticed the house was decorated in nautical themes, even though she lived on four acres of farmland nowhere near a major body of water. She was showing me an old, framed sea chart when I finally grew bored with the pussyfooting.

"Meg, I'm going to kiss you. Is that all right?"

She laughed her embarrassed giggle, nodded, and we kissed. I started slow, not wanting to spook her, but she was soon all over me. She attacked me with her mouth and hands. It was nearly overwhelming. Her forward energy back-pedaled me to the couch, where I fell with a plop onto the cushions. She was atop me in a second, biting at my neck and tugging my shirt out of my pants. I sat paralyzed for a split-second, stunned at things moving so fast. She pulled away just as I was feeling her up.

"I want this," she said, "but I want you to play by my rules."

"Sure, sure," I said, but she grabbed my hands and pinned them against the couch.

"Say 'Aye, aye, captain'," she ordered.

I almost laughed, but the glow in her eyes took on a twinge of menace behind the glasses.

"Say it," she said.

"Aye, aye, captain." I could say nothing else.

She stood up and told me to wait on the couch. She disappeared into a back room just long enough for me to feel uncomfortable. The parrot squawked "Aye, aye, captain" at me, making me wonder how many men were in her crew.

She came back out wearing tight black pants with a polished chrome belt buckle, knee-high leather boots, an open-throated white shirt with flared sleeves, and a cutlass tied around her waist. She looked magnificent, almost ruthless. She tossed a ball of clothes at me.

"Put those on, and go barefoot."

I undressed in front of her, not sure if I was allowed to leave the room or not. I pulled on black Bermuda shorts, a red and white striped sailor's shirt, and a red bandana. All I was missing was a peg leg and an eye patch.

"You'll make a fine cabin boy," she said in a husky Bettie Davis voice.

I was about to ask what my cabin boy duties would be when she ordered me to wait for her on the back deck outside the living room.

I walked out into the thick August night and was dumbstruck at what I saw. Meg's deck was not just a hastily built place to grill burgers and catch a tan. It was a wide, hardwood reproduction of the deck of a pirate ship. The deck stretched out before me to form a bow that pointed to her fenced yard. There was a huge wooden steering wheel on its stand near the sliding glass door. The deck was decorated with small cannons on the sides, ornamental anchors, little pyramids of cannonballs, coils of rope, and even a mast; no sails, but rope ladders stretched down from it to the deck.

All of this was secondary, however, to the sight of Ellie in an Elizabethan dress shackled to the mast and deck by her wrists and ankles.

"Let me go, pirate scum!" She yelled. My face screwed up in temporary confusion until I heard the thud behind me. I turned around to see the wooden bucket of hot water and the sponge on the deck behind me. Meg, or rather, Captain Meg, stood with one foot on the rim of the bucket.

"Swab the deck, boy," she said. I dropped to my knees.

The sponge was forgotten as I now grabbed Ellie by the hips and slid my cock into her. I clenched my stomach muscles and focused on a deep breath to calm my surging groin. Ellie made an almost continuous moan at first, even while tongue-kissing Meg. Her moans turned to grunts as she braced her hands on the mast and pushed back on my cock.

"Animals!" Ellie said between grunts. "You're filthy animals!"

"I think she likes it, Captain," I said, hoping that concentrating on my acting would take my mind off the urge to fill Ellie with semen.

"I think she'll like the taste of my cunny even more," Meg said, and then put a hand on my stomach to push me out of Ellie. She bent down before I got too far away, giving me a quick suck. My knees buckled. Her mouth was phenomenally warm, like she'd just drunk coffee. She gave my balls a squeeze as she massaged me with her lips. I came in a roar, standing with legs spread to keep from tipping over. I filled her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed. My head was spinning, and I had to brace myself on the nearby steering wheel.

Meg spat some of my semen in Ellie's face. The sight and sound were jarring. I came out of my head rush in time to notice Ellie's poor acting of shock turn into decadent pleasure.

Meg opened Ellie's ankle shackles with a key that had been hanging on the mast a couple inches over Ellie's head all along. She unshackled Ellie's wrists and then nearly threw her to the deck. Meg leaned back against the mast, spread her legs, and beckoned Ellie with her hand.

"Crawl over here and give me a lick, girl, or we'll throw ya to the sharks."

"Never!" Ellie yelled and then spat on Meg's nearest boot.

Something switched in me then. Ever since seeing Meg in her pirate outfit for the first time, and even while coming in her mouth, I was an awkward player in this game. I was prone to lapses in action from being entranced by the scene Meg and Ellie had created...but no longer. The sight and sound of Ellie spitting on Meg's boot, and the angry snarl on Meg's face, thrust me into not only action, but also committal. I wasn't just a player in their game. I was a member of the crew of the Lady Death.

I grabbed Ellie by the hair and half-dragged her across the deck. She crawled to keep up with me.

"You'll do what the Captain says," I said, "and there'll be no more gripin' from the likes o' you." I pushed Ellie's face into Meg's cunt. Ellie lapped and licked as I held her head there. I kissed Meg again, our mouths ferocious with each other. I pulled Ellie away, hearing her gasp for breath. I pressed her face against my cock. She let out a relieved sigh and licked and kissed at me. I pressed into the insides of her cheeks as she sucked me.

"Treat that mouth like it's her cunny, boy," Meg said. She moved away from the mast and kneeled behind Ellie. She grabbed Ellie's big tits as I took handfuls of Ellie's hair. I pumped in her mouth, which she dutifully kept wrapped around me. My cock pushed into the back of her throat again and again, sometimes slipping out and leaving strands of saliva on her chin and lips. Meg pinched at Ellie's nipples, whispering things in her ear that I couldn't hear. 

It may have been a command to come, because Ellie let out a mouth-filled cry. Her body gave three hard shakes as quick breaths rasped in and out of her nose. I slipped out of her mouth and pulled her hair back. I wanted to come on those freckled tits. Meg must've sensed my intention, because she held them up for me. I growled and sprayed onto Ellie's breasts. It was a strong, almost painful orgasm. The backs of my testicles ached after they had emptied.

Ellie was still catching her breath, her eyes closed in a peaceful glow, when Meg yanked her onto her back. Meg straddled her face, much like she did in the stairwell. Ellie obediently snaked her tongue into her mistress' puss. Meg looked back at me.

"I hope you saved some for me, boy."

I was hard again in moments. I wasn't even sure if I ever went flaccid. I knelt over Ellie's semen-splattered titties and plunged into Meg's open cunt. She was hot, almost like hot wax. My torso convulsed, nearly shooting all the breath out of me. I held her by the thighs and slammed into her like a madman. I barely registered Ellie licking at us both. 

Meg's cries of orgasm sounded like they were made in a wind tunnel. My vision blurred. It seemed like I hadn't stopped coming from the moment I entered her. The head of my cock burned. I could barely see the night sky above us. Meg's pussy was squeezing me, Ellie's tongue was tickling me, but the sensations seemed far away. There was a cramp in my shoulder. My knees hurt from kneeling on the hardwood for too long. I was glazed with sweat, and my buttocks clenched and would not relax.

The three of us were locked together for several minutes. We were unable to move, yet could barely stand to be touched. The slightest caress made us jerk and tremble. Meg was the first to stand. Ellie stayed on her back, absent-mindedly playing with her nipples. I stayed kneeling over her stomach, my cock oozing more semen onto her, looking to Meg for the next order.

"Let's get this wench cleaned up," Meg said. "I'll want her nice and fresh after dinner."

"Dinner?" I asked.

"Yes, boy, dinner!" She said, shooting me a stern look. "You're the cabin boy, aren't you? I'll be expecting dinner within the hour. Go wash up and get me dinner cookin', or you'll be the next to taste the lash."

I ran for the kitchen.



The Jones "Triplets"



Jomar

"Cuz I'm Cute In The Face, thick in the waist, thick in the the thighs, now WATCH ME RIDE!!!!!!!" 

The lyrics from one of my favorite songs started playing, and I immediately grabbed my best friend Keisha and ran to the dance floor. See it was our birthday weekend and we were out club hoppin like we do every year for our birthday.

"Do the thick girl, do the thick girl, do the thick girl, now break it down" Me and Keisha started shakin our asses on each other. The strobe lights flashin, our bodies sweating. We were at "Da Box" a new club in The Bronx that we heard about on campus. We decided to check it out, it was the 5th and last club that we went to that night. It was poppin, the club had two HUGE rooms with a dance floor in each one playing strictly hip hop, while the other was strictly reggae, and a bar in the front. 

Tonight was "Thug Boi Thursday" and they were out here by the masses. I mean them deep wave havin, du-rag, Yankee fitted, stone wash jeans, and Timbs wearin MEN with their bubble butts all exposed. From ya red bone to ur dark tone, and everything in between. I was in Heaven, but I knew better than to test these waters. You had very few of them on the dance floor with the ladies. They were posted up on the wall like they usually do waitin for the girls to come to them, while me on the other hand went in for the attack grindin and wining on the closest ass available. 

I kept switchin rooms because of the songs each side was playin for the past half hour, while Kesh stayed on the Hip Hop dance floor. Both DJ's played exactly what I wanted to hear at that point and time. I was back with Kesh and we hear "Memba' when mi tek yuh Virginity"(Remember when I took your Virginity) we looked at each and rushed to the other side of the room as Vybz Kartel's "Virginity" continued playing. We made our way to the middle of the floor and I grabbed Kesh by the waist and pulled her into me and started dancing. Her hands were all over my neck as she sped up the rotation of her hips then slowed down. We're so freaky when we're dancing together, the way we be movin you would think we were actually fuckin.... Well we kinda did, we were each others first, but decided that we would just stay friends, but that's a story for another day, anyways back to the club. I sang the words and started laughing remembering everything that happened that day. Kesh bent over and then that's when our show really started. I got lower behind her and started wining up and down to the bass and she followed suit, then I grabbed her by the legs and and lifted them in the air, as I did her hands made their way to the ground. 

"Yes dawg, see it deh A suh she like it" (Yea boy, that's just how she likes it) I heard the DJ yell into the microphone finally realizing that all eyes were us, we didn't really care tho cuz both of us are attention whores. I let her legs fall down and as she was getting up I turned her around grabbed her by the waist again but this time I picked her up off the floor. As I did so her legs ever so smoothly wrapped around my waist, and her arms made their way around my neck as I caressed her back. 

"Rotate pon di coky, rotate. Rotate pon di cocky, rotate"(Rotate on his dick, basically lol) The Dj kept repeating to the beat of song. Now she got my dick on swole the way she grindin on me and I would've stopped it any other day, had it not been for those birthday shots we were taking earlier. We danced a few minutes like this then all of a sudden her grip on me got tighter, her breathing got heavier and shorter, her legs started trembling and she started diggin her nails in the back of my neck. 

"Aye Kesh you good ma?" I said into her ear as I let her go. 

"Yeah Jojo I'm cool, it's just been a while, and you know how liquor be makin me sometimes." 

I'm so rude, where are my manners? My name is JoMar Jones, but everybody calls me Jojo for short. I'm a 19 year old Sophomore at Albert E. Einstein Community College in The City (Manhattan) majoring in Mass Communications. Born and raised in the Bronx by a single mother, whom I love dearly, I stand at a lanky 6ft. 3in. with the "Smoothest Werther's Original Caramel Complexion" so I've been told, with a body that would make Vin Diesel drool. I don't believe in labels, but if you must know I'm a bi-sexual, and am DAMN PROUD OF IT!!! 

It wasn't always that way though, no one in my family knew I messed with men until my High School graduation party I threw at my house. My close family and close friends were going in a circle saying how proud they were of me, and giving me advice about college and living on my own (because I got me an apartment and was gonna share it with Keisha). Then my boyfriend at the time Kevin's turn came and he just looked at me and wasn't saying anything, he walked up to me and planted one of the heaviest, most memorable kisses on me. I was so into it that I had completely forgot where I was, that is until my older brother JaMill pulled us apart and punched Kevin in his face. Being of Jamaican and Antiguan decent homosexuality was more than frowned upon, it was straight just not allowed. 

Before I could do anything Kevin leaped from the ground and pounced on JaMill taking him to the ground landing blows the whole time. That's when my little brother JeyVon jumped in and pulled Kevin off of JaMill and both of them started punching, kicking, and stompin on Kevin. That's how it always was when one of us started fighting the other two joined in no questions asked. We were known on the block as the Jones triplets, there was Von'(18) he was 6'2", Me(19 turning 20 tomorrow) at 6'3", and Mill(21 turning 22 at the end of the motnh) was 6'4", despite our age difference we looked a lot alike, if you didn't personally know us you would probably get us confused. 

But this time, the fight happened too fast I just stood there in shock. It wasn't until Keisha ran over to them that I snapped out of my trance, Now Kesh is standing in between Mill and Kevin while I wrapped my arms around Von. 

"I advise you get ya faggot ass out of here before you get that ass whooped again." Mill said through gritted teeth and clenched fists. 

"I got ya faggot next time I see yo' bitch ass nigga." He replied as he turned to walk away. 

As he did, he looked at me with pure disgust on his face. After that day Kevin never spoke to me again, I don't blame him, but nobody told his ass to do that shit.

I have to thank him though, because if it wasn't for that kiss, I wouldn't be as brave a person as I am today. I lost some family members through the ordeal because of their beliefs. Later on my mother told me she knew, and I was still her Jojo even though she didn't like the choices I made. My brothers accepted it too surprisingly, we're tighter now, and I found out they was on the low too, and Mill used to fuck Kevin that's why he hit him at first. I guess the feelings he had for him weren't completely gone. Von lil' ho ass was messin with this this old ass white man named George who was spending loads of money on his ass. (But that will unfold itself later on as well)

Anyways.........back to the club.

"You could've at least warned a nigga yo." I said. 

"Why? so both of us couldn't get our nutt?? I think NOT nigga, you already know I'm selfish." She replied back with a grin. 

"Oh yea? So what am I supposed to do now?" I shot back. 

"Well. you can always hit up the bathroom, and rub one out." she began gesturing with her hand up and down over jeans.

"But I got the last laugh, cuz somebody's All WET." I was bent over laughing pointing at the wet spot she had between her thighs. "I guess you forgot you're a squirter." 

"FUCK YOU NIGGA!!!!!!!" She yelled as she nudged me and stormed off, knocking me off balance. 

"Ayo don't puss out on me now, where you goin?" I hollered after her. 

"To stand under the dryer to get rid of this." her voice trailing behind the music. 

I made my way back to the hip hop side of the club just in time for "Birthday Sex" to started playing. I guess the guys loosened up because every girl had a dude behind her riding them cheeks. It still left some dudes posted up on the wall, but like I said before, not tryna test these waters, I know I could handle my own for a while but I'm only here with Kesh and I don't know who's rollin with who up in here. So I'm standing on the dance floor rockin to the chorus "Birthday sex, Birthday sex, its the be-..." Out of nowhere two firm hands gripped me by the waist, I knew it was a guy cuz his deep voice said in my ear 

"I hear it's someone's actual birthday." 

Then he got closer up behind me and rocked to the beat. Now usually I would turn around with the quickness and make sure that it would be a cutie, but there was just something about the way he was holding me. I just gave in and pushed back into his lap, and rotated on him while the song continued to play. His dick was nice and thick, I slid down on it to try and figure exactly what he was working with. It was long as well.

As I slid down he gripped my waist again with one hand, then took the other one, placed it on my back and bent me over. For a quick second I forgot where I was and I did a glimpse of the club thinking niggas would be glaring at me with the worst looks on their faces. But surprisingly enough all the looks were of either lust or jealousy, and the jealous stares we me aimed at my dance partner, whose face I finally got a chance to see. This boy looked just like Chris Brown, I questioned it for a while but we both knew he wasn't him. But seeing as how I had a big ass crush on the R&B superstar, I made a decision that I was gonna live out one of those wild fantasies that I had of me and Mr. Brown together, starting with the one that was happening just as I had pictured it right now. The DJ had switched up songs and was playing "Look Back At Me" By my girl Trina.

"I got a ass so BIG like the sun, hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run." I threw it back and he was taking it good for the first verse then his grip got tighter and he was pushin up on me a little harder. Now I'm one who's always up for a challenge, so I started thrustin back on him real hard and before I knew it we made our way from the middle of the dance floor and ended up on the wall. My back was now resting up on his chest and I started grindin into him even harder. I put my hands on my knees and started poppin my booty. Then I started bouncin up and down on his crotch, I was putting in work with him and he followed every twist and dip I threw at him. Now I'm really glad this dude was brave enough to dance with me cuz I was havin the time of my life. Once again the DJ switched up songs and put on "Doo Doo Brown" By Uncle Luke. Now it was time to turn the tables, I turned both of us around so that he was facing the wall and I got behind him and started poundin his ass to the beat of the song. "Doo Doo Brown, Doo Doo Brown" The DJ kept playin that part over and over and ol boy was meeting me halfway at each thrust, and once again my dick was hard,

"If things went well, after this party maybe he could get some of this dick," I thought to myself.

"AYO YOU GONNA WATCH WHO THE FUCK YOU TALKIN TO!!!" *Pop* *Pop*. "OH SHIT HE GOT A GUN!!!" 

The club fell silent and everyone hit the floor, except for me, I was too used to fist fights and shootouts, and I just had to find Kesh and make sure she was okay. Then someone yelled "They got David" and all I felt was someone push past me hard enough for me to hit the ground, and lunged at dude who was holding the gun. Now these two on the floor scrappin, but dude on top was getting some serious hits in, I got up to get a closer look to see the guy I was dancin wit was the one fightin. I was about to grab him but then I felt someone grab me, I turned and snatched my arm away to see Keisha standing there. 

"Jojo let's go, the cops is outside, they bout to shut this shit down." She pleaded as she kept pulling on my arm.

I gave her my keys and told her to go start my car. Then I grabbed up my dance partner whose name I still have yet to figure out. He was about to start swinging until he realized who it was, all I said to him was "Five-O is outside so I suggest you grab ya mans and bounce" 

As I turned to walk away he placed his hand on my shoulder "good looks my G." Then he proceeded to look after his injured friend. 

I continued to make my way out of the club, I reached to the door and that's when they made their way inside. It was at least 5 of them the first one that came in stopped me, and had me held up by neck against the wall. 

"Don't move." He said through gritted teeth. 

All I could do was stand there as the other cops kept yelling "Stay where you are and keep your hands up." One of them spoke to the bartender as he pointed out the guy that had the gun. He was curled up in a ball from getting his ass whooped, and was now being escorted out the club in handcuffs as another cop was over by the guy that got shot, who was bleeding horribly from his shoulder, as the front door opened up again in came two EMS workers with a wheelchair. They took him out as a girl crying, my dance partner and all the other party goers following behind them. He looked up at me as he passed and cracked a smile then winked at me before leaving through the door. Remembering that I was being held up, me and this cop locked eyes for the first time since he came in. I didn't realize until then how fine, scratch that PHOINE this brutha looked. He was around the same height as me, dark skinned with shoulder length dreads and the sexiest Hazel eyes I have ever seen. 

I was in a daze as another one of my fantasies played through my head, I caught myself biting my bottom lip as I continued to stare into his eyes. The longer I looked at him though, the more familiar his face became. He cleared his throat and brought me back down from the clouds. But his demeanor had changed, he was still being aggressive, but in a good way. 

"So you gonna keep me held up here officer..Davis?" I continued after taking a quick glance at his badge. 

"My bad kid." He eased up a little but didn't completely let go of me. 

"Look officer, I have to be on my way now, my friend is outside waiting for me in my car and I have to take her home. Plus I have a long day ahead of me, not to mention this isn't the way I was expecting to start of my birthday." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh so it's ya birthday is it?" He questioned.

"Yes sir, and I would like to get some rest so I can enjoy my day the proper way. I answered.

"Well all I need is your name, just in case we might need a statement from you later on mister. He pulled out a pen and pad.

"My name is JaMill Jones" I lied not wanting to get into ANY kind of trouble. 

Today just wasn't the day for that, plus I didn't want him to know anything about me... well not yet anyways. 

"You know I can have you arrested for lying to me right Jojo? But seeing as how it is ya birthday I'ma let it slide." And with that he let me go, straightened up my shirt, and disappeared outside.

I tried going after him but there was a huge crowd of people outside. "Who was he? And how in the hell did he know my nickname??" I kept questioning the encounter as I made my way down the block to my car to see someone leaning in it through the driver seat window. "She knows better than to have some nigga up by MY car" I thought to myself. I fake coughed to make my presence known. When the person came out from the window I felt a little better. 

"Oh hey Jojo." Kesh said. "Ya boyfriend over here was looking for a ride to the hospital." 

I stuck my middle finger up to her and looked over in his direction. 

"Yeah my cousin rode in the ambulance with her brother, I'm new to this city and I don't really know my way around so I was wondering if it's no trouble, if I could get a ride." He smiled at me. 

"Umm yeah I don't mind, hop in, I just gotta get this one home first." I said as I opened the door to my '09 Escalade with him getting in right behind me. 

"Why I can't come wit y'all Jojo?!' she started whining. 

"Cuz we got a LONG day ahead of us and I hate when ya ass is cranky in the morning so you're going home and going to your bed." I replied with a little attitude. I hate when she whines and she knew it. 

"Okay daddy." she replied sarcastically as she folded her arms and looked out the window.

"Aww did I hurt ya feelings?!" I said rubbing her shoulder as I pulled out and drove off. 

He started laughing in the back. 

"It look like sumbobi mussi find sin ting fi laff fa" (Looks like someone finds something funny) I said to Keisha, then she started laughing. 

"Yes di bowt ah unu funni" (Yes you guys are funny) he shot back. "Bet yuh did tink seh mi nah guh undastand unu?" (You thought I wouldn't understand didn't you?) 

This time I looked in my rear view mirror to catch him staring at me smiling. 

"So where you from Rick?" Keisha asked changing the subject. '"So his name is Rick" I said to myself. 

Of course Kesh would know that, with her nosy ass, the whole drive to her house was a Q&A session between the two of them. I learned a lot about him, he's a 21 year old identical twin, born in the "A" but was raised in Philly, him and his brother Vick just graduated college, he came to NY for the better job opportunities, and just like me he was an island mix, but his was Jamaican and Puerto Rican. 

We finally reached Keisha's house, she gave him and I a kiss on the cheek.

"It was nice meeting you Rick" she said a she left the car. 

"Same here hon." he replied. 

"Hey JoMar you mind if I sit in the front?" He asked anxiously. 

"Yea, come on, and you can call me Jojo, my own mother doesn't even call me JoMar" I stated matter-of-factly. 

"Thanks JoMar" he said as he got out.

I locked the doors and looked at him standing outside trying to get in as Kesh was keeled over laughing. 

"Okay, okay, Jojo, you happy now?" On the regular it would bother me, but there was something about the way he was saying it that kinda turned me on. 

"MUCH better I said sarcastically. He got in and was about to close the door when Kesh stopped him.

"Don't do anything The Virgin Mary wouldn't do." She said pointing her finger at the the both of us, then she winked and went inside. 

Both of us sat there blushing and looked everywhere else but each other knowing we were having the same exact thoughts.

Now the car ride to the hospital was cool, we spoke more and he got to know a little bit more about me, I told him about my brothers and "coming out" which took the conversation to a sexual level. It was getting a little hot in the car and I was getting real horny(again), and I guessed he noticed cuz when we reached the empty parking lot of the hospital, he got real brave. 

"So Jomar" he said in a low tone, "Where were we?" he asked smirking and reaching for my now hard dick.



The Journal



Jack sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the book in his hand incredulously. He couldn't believe what he just read. He had just learned more about his wife, Mattie in 10 minutes than he had ever known in all of their 10 years together. Her journal revealed things about her that he just couldn't believe were true. He had been looking for a way to help her be more sexually open-minded for years and now he held the manual in his hands. With a smile, he began to formulate a plan.

Mattie unloaded her heavy armload of groceries on the kitchen table. "Thank God I'm home." she muttered to herself. It had been one of those days. At the children's center where she volunteered, she had gotten bitten, beaten, and abused by an angry seven-year old little girl. On her way home, she had stopped at the grocers to pick up the ingredients for that night's dinner. The parking lot hadn't seem to be too terribly packed but when she entered the store, she found herself in the middle of a shopper war zone. She'd been bumped into and run over by the professional shoppers and now her aching body was begging for some relief. 

After she had stashed all of the food away, she walked toward her bedroom, stripping her clothes off. What she wanted...no, what she needed was a long, hot soak before Jack came home. Holding her clothes in her arms, she entered her bedroom and let out a surprised scream. Bound to her bed was a naked woman. She was just about to demand that the woman tell her who she was and why in the hell she was in her bed, when she noticed the woman was not only tied spread-eagle but also gagged. Mattie thought that she had seen the woman smile a little at her surprise. 

The lady nodded her head toward the night table and Mattie crossed the room, completely forgetting her own nakedness. On the table, there was her journal open to the entry of June 20st and a note from Jack. It said, "Hey angel, This is Anna. Have fun. I won't be home until late tonight. Love you, Jack." Mattie read the entry for June 20st...her fantasy about tying a woman to the bed and having her way with her. She felt a rush of anger at his invasion of her privacy but she also began to feel aroused. She never would have done this for herself, no matter how much she wanted it, and Jack knew that.

Turning to face the woman on the bed, Mattie felt surprisingly calm. She drunk in the sight of the beautiful woman waiting for her to run her hands up and down those soft curves. Anna had long strawberry blonde hair that had been carefully arranged over her so that her breasts just peeked through. Her pale skin looked smooth and soft. She had a shapely, voluptuous body that was just begging to be touched. 

Mattie had been absently circling her nipples with her thumbs while her eyes moved over her soon-to-be lover. She looked into Anna's blue eyes and saw the desire there. Kneeling down beside her head, Mattie untied the gag, leaned over, and kissed her deeply. When she lifted her head, Anna grumbled in protest. Mattie smiled down at her, feeling emboldened by her complete control. She brushed Anna's hair out of the way, exposing her large, perfectly shaped tits and heard her sharp intake of breath when she lightly brushed over her large brown nipples. They became instantly erect, showing her how aroused Anna was becoming. Mattie felt herself growing wet with desire. She ran her fingers slowly down Anna's stomach and creamy thighs making her arch her body up, begging for more. She knelt down between her widespread legs and kissed her way up to the spot where they joined. She could see the drops of desire glistening on the shaven pussy in front of her. She ran her tongue up one swollen lip and down the other. Mattie had never been with a woman before but she certainly knew how she liked to be pleasured. Anna was pulling against her restraints. "Please Mattie! Please suck my clit!" she groaned. Mattie just smiled and kept teasing her lightly with her tongue. She used two fingers to open Anna's cunt lips, exposing her pleasure spots completely. She started licking each and every drop of wetness there...it tasted so good. She then concentrated on the little nub that seemed to beckon her touch . Gingerly, she placed her thumb directly on it and pressed down. Anna's body jerked in response and she screamed "Oh yes! More!" Mattie thrusted her tongue as far it would go inside the dripping hole while her fingers danced over her clit. Anna was thrashing wildly and her passion juices flowed freely on her tongue. 

Mattie was almost as wet as the woman she was pleasuring. Jack had always enjoyed eating her and now she knew why. The taste, the smell, the act...it was all so intoxicating. Anna thrusted her hips up, forcing herself more closely to the mouth that was bringing her so much enjoyment. Mattie recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and started working more vigorously. She replaced her fingers with her tongue and reached up to tweak her nipples. These new sensations sent Anna over the edge and she came hard and loudly. Mattie lapped eagerly at the sweet tasting cum flowing out of her.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, Anna's body relaxed and she sighed contentedly. Before she had time to fully recover, Mattie was there, kneeling over her face. She gripped the headboard tightly and lowered herself until her cunt was right over Anna's mouth. Anna's tongue moved eagerly over the pussy above her. She flicked it in quick, short licks over Mattie's nub. Mattie had her head thrown back in abandonment of all her inhibitions. She was urging Anna on with words she had never before used during sex. That she had pleasured another woman before was obvious. Anna's mouth seemed to seek out places she never knew existed. Mattie wanted to feel her hands on her as well. She leaned over and untied the scarves that had bound Anna's wrists to the bed. As she worked magic with her mouth, she reached up and roughly squeezed Mattie's tits. She moaned loudly. Her tongue and fingers worked in a fevered rhythm--flicking, teasing, and probing until Mattie felt like her head would cave in. She gripped the headboard even tighter as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her. 

Mattie and Anna laid holding each other and talking for over 3 hours after their lovemaking. They formed a bond of friendship and intense attraction as the evening wore on. In Anna, Mattie found a confidant to whom she felt comfortable sharing her most private thoughts and fantasies. 

Anna explained how Jack set up the surprise for her. She had an advertisement in the newspaper offering tutelage to curious women who have never been with another woman and he had ask her to come and fulfill this fantasy. She told Mattie some of the horror stories from some of the other women she’d been with and they laughed until their sides hurt. Before she got up to leave, she looked in Mattie's eyes and asked if they could get together again. Mattie answered her with a long, deep kiss.

Later that night when Jack came home, he found his wife sitting at the kitchen table, sipping wine, completely nude. She grinned broadly at him and he didn't have to ask how his surprise went over. "So are you going to see her again?" he asked with a smile. She just pointed to a piece of paper on the table bearing Anna's name, address, and phone number.



The Journal



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The Journal

Wednesday, March 2, 2005

This day started with the morning from hell. Everything that could go wrong - did. And, it all started with a malfunctioning alarm clock, which was supposed to awaken me at 5:30 AM, but didn't until 6:37 AM. That gave me a whole twenty-three minutes to shit, shower, shave, get dressed, and commute to my office. I like a leisurely morning that is why I get up so early, but my fucking manual alarm clock decided to bitch me out by not awakening me at the appointed time. Then as I drove down Route 63 I was detoured because a high on methamphetamine driver of an eighteen wheeler decided to take a curve at twice the posted speed limit. Not just speeding, but going fucking eighty miles an hour around a curve any car would have trouble navigating at forty miles-an-hour. God, what a fuckin' mess this asshole caused. Then to top off the morning, the Starbucks near my office was closed. They open at 6:00 AM every day, but, not today. Later in the day I found out the manager had decided to sleep in because her new boyfriend demanded she give him some before he left for a business trip. Fuck me, its not like I expect people to roll over and play dead because I'm around, but when you're used to having things happening like the proverbial greased wheel and then WHAM the shit hits the fan – boy did I want to just take the day and squeeze the life force out of it. By noon I had closed three deals and put some nice cash into my one man company, that is when I decided to take a ride to the local adult bookstore and see what was happening. The thought of standing in a public place jerking my cock seemed like a good respite from the bullshit of my lousy morning. Yes, I know I closed some deals, but my fuckin' head was pounding from the morning and I hoped jerking off would at least give me some pain relief.

The Adult Emporium is not what you'd call a very nice place. The floors, walls, and ceilings are basically disgusting to look at. The booths that line the three walls of the back room are swept, but never really washed clean. I love to see where some asshole decided that cumming all over the screen was preferable to ejaculating all over the floor, but there are four booths that are quite sizeable with benches that are L-shaped and I hate to enter one to find cum all over them. Fuck, if I owned the place I'd make those bastards lick it up to teach them a lesson, but I digress. The place was jumpin' for Wednesday lunchtime. I stopped by the main counter to break a ten dollar bill receiving a five and five singles. I never understood why they do that, but I guess they like to make the patrons user larger bills. I decided to check out the larger booths to see if any where available for my public masturbation party. Three of the four were locked which meant one of two things – the guy inside was straight or the guy(s) inside were having a good time together. It was when I opened the fourth door I became completely unglued.

Standing in the middle of the booth was the best looking twenty-some year old I've seen in a long time. Ok, ok, my wife and I divorced because she couldn't accept my work habits and my sick sense of sexuality, but I've never, and I mean NEVER been floored by another man. I quietly entered the booth and stood against the wall staring at him. His right hand was moving up and down the shaft of his erection stopping just below the defined ridge of its head. I couldn't believe how perfect his cock was. I estimated it at about eight-and-a-half inches long and a good three to four inches around. I couldn't see his balls because all he had done was pull his cock through the zipper of his suit pants. I could see he was masturbating to a lesbian video. I felt my cock begin to stir inside my pants. I've known for years that when I watched pornography I would get somewhat stimulated seeing a cock larger than mine doing what I love to do – fuck a beautiful woman. This guy's cock belonged in the movies.

The thing that made me stay and watch was his obvious ignoring of me standing there. He didn't look at me or acknowledge in anyway my presence. Oh, my god, he was there doing exactly what I had wanted to do – jerk off watching some pornographic movie hoping some guy would enter the booth and watch me shoot my cum all over the floor or in the tissue I had in my pocket. I was frozen against the wall watching him play with himself. His cock stood straight out in front of him and when he removed his hand from it I could see the veins running its length. It didn't bend left or right. The head was a perfect shape and the shaft curved ever so slightly from its base to its head. I didn't want to stroke myself for fear of making him mad. I just stood there watching this young buck jerk off. He resumed pleasuring himself and it was then I saw a small smile break on his face. He pumped his cock. Gently moved his hips into the stroking action enhancing his masturbatory pleasure. Then without a sound emanating from him he shot the biggest first and second rope of cum I've ever seen. His legs weakened a bit from the orgasm but he just used his left hand to brace himself against the wall as he ejaculated all over the bench. I know, I know, what I had said earlier, but seeing him shoot was enough for me to ruin my Calvin Klein briefs. Yes, I shot a load in my pants I was so hot watching this young stud masturbate.

Without a word, he squeezed the last drops of seminal fluid from his cock, put it back into his suit pants, zipped up his zipper, and left the booth. He didn't really look at me, which I wanted. I had hoped he would have said something to me, but I'm stuck having to figure out when he'll return so I may see him in action again.

The rest of the day I fought the urge to pull out my rather normal sized cock and sit behind my desk masturbating thinking about this guy. I'm getting a bit weird considering I've never had any homosexual thoughts, but I'd love to watch him masturbate again or even better - fuck a woman.

Good night.

Wednesday, March 9, 2005

It's been a week since I visited the Adult Emporium. I went there today to see if my masturbation hunk was there. No luck. So, I didn't even waste my time jerking off. I returned to my office and called Rose Anne to see if she wanted to have dinner tonight. If she wanted to, I knew at a minimum I would receive one of the best blow jobs a woman could give.

Ah, ha, not only did I get a blow job, but she offered me something she'd never done before with me or anyone else for that matter. In the heat of our second go round, she rolled over on her stomach and begged me to take her anally. God, what a good time I, oops, we had. He anal passage was so tight even for my rather slender cock. Feeling my balls bounce off the bottom of her pussy as I fucked her backdoor was amazing. The best part was her screaming to fuck her hard and begging me to shoot my load deep into her ass. Although it was my second orgasm of the night, the intensity made me cry out in pleasure as I pressed my cock deep into her bowel and coated the interior of her rectum with my seed. I didn't pull out of her immediately and she just lay on her stomach raising her hips to tell me she had a wonderful time getting butt fucked for the first time. God, I hope she wants me to fuck her that way again.

I guess I'll just have to go to the Adult Emporium everyday to see if the 'cock-to-end- all-cocks' shows up.

Good night

Friday, March 11, 2005

It happened. I went to the Adult Emporium during my lunch break. It was not a very busy day today. I wanted to see if my un-introduced friend was there. Damn, only two cars in the parking lot. I entered and went immediately to the back to see if any of the larger rooms were occupied. Sure enough, the room I had seen the 'cock-to-end-all-cocks' was occupied. I put my hand on the handle to the door and gently pulled and oh my God, it wasn't locked. I peeked inside and there he was. His right arm gave away the fact that he had his cock out and was stroking it as he watched; what else, a lesbian porno. He didn't even stop or turn around when the door opened. I slipped in and again stood against the wall, eyeing his cock. This time I made no bones about it; I placed my hand on my crotch and began overtly rubbing myself. I was in heaven. Here he was, jerking off, and not, I mean NOT, even giving two shits that someone like me was standing there ogling his meat.

I took a chance. I leaned against the wall, pulled down my zipper, and took my rather small in comparison hard cock out of my pants. I began to masturbate. I didn't look at the movie. Fuck, I stared at his cock. I made no effort to hide my obvious infatuation with his manhood. What even made it better was he made no attempt to stop me. He just continued stroking that magnificent tube of man meat. I thought I was seeing things but I was sure I could see the waves of heat rising from the shaft of his cock. Ok, ok, I know, it is just may be my imagination, but shit, here I was your standard heterosexual male leaning against the wall of a booth jerking off while overtly ogling another man's penis. I was beside myself, but hot as a fuckin' fire cracker just as it exploded.

My unknown masturbator finally acknowledged my presence. How, you ask. By turning towards me, and shooting his load towards me. Yes, he did. He turned and ejaculated all over the floor. It was as strong as I remembered. The first two ropes of cum arced into the air and splattered against the floor. The next two were not as forceful, but, the amount was amazing. I've seen guys cum in all sorts of pornographic movies, this guy, had to shoot the largest amount of seminal fluid possible. I didn't get to see his balls, but I bet they're the size of large plums. Only big balls could produce such a large amount of spermatozoa.

Then what did he do. The fucker smiled at me as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his not softening cock, shook it to dislodge the last drops, put it back into his pants, and spoke for the first time. He told me that he hoped I enjoyed the show and he'd be back on next Wednesday at noon. I couldn't stop myself at that point; I shot my rather small load of cum, whist telling him it would be a pleasure to watch him again. He didn't acknowledge that I had ejaculated. He just stepped over the cum lying on the floor and exited the booth.

I locked the door. I pulled down my pants and began masturbating anew. Oh, yes, I also had to put money into the movie machine so I could stay without being harassed. I couldn't believe that I stood there for another twenty minutes and played with my cock thinking about the guy that just left. When I said to myself that I'd love to feel his erection in my hand, I came so hard it felt like my asshole was sucked out the tip of my cock. Fuck, I think I'm going to the other side – bisexual.

Usually I masturbate to help me fall asleep. Not tonight. I'm so tired from watching and doing at the Adult Emporium that I know when my head hits the pillow I'll be sound asleep in no time.

Good night

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

What a fucking lousy morning I had. Not because of work, but because my piece-of-shit ex-wife decided to call and bust my balls. Seems she thinks I'm doing everything to make her life miserable and that couldn't be further from the truth. That bitch used every nasty thing in the world to make sure she knew I had an average sized cock. She loved I made enormous amounts of money and provided her with a rather huge allowance to spend as she wished. But that fuckin' cunt, what'd she do? She goes out and finds some drug crazed Nigger ( I know, I know. Not politically correct. I'm not a racist, but if an African-American works and provides support for his family, I'm all for it. But, if he or she for that matter does nothing but shuck and jive, drinks liquor, does drugs, and lives off of welfare or his whores – I'm a racist. There I said it. ) and starts fucking him anywhere and everywhere she could. The last straw was when she came home and told me she was pregnant by the bastard. I took her by the back of her neck, the waistband of her jeans, and literally threw her out of my house. The divorce took all of two months to be finalized. Now she calls because she knows better than to come by the house or my office and begs me to help her. Seems the Nigger left her with her kid, yes, not their or his kid, but her kid and now she has no way of supporting herself. I know you're wondering what I told her. So, I told her that she can get money from me if she could put a cherry tomato in her ass and fart it to the moon. That made my morning a little better.

I was watching the clock all morning. Business was brisk and I was closing deals that put a nice piece-of-change into my coffers, but I knew what today held for me. Precisely at 11:45 AM I placed my phone system on auto answer, picked up the keys to my Corvette Z06, and headed out the door. Sitting in my car I could feel my cock beginning to stir like it had its own mind, it knew where we where headed. The drive seemed to take longer than usual, but when I pulled into the parking lot of the Adult Emporium I was pleasantly surprised to see all but one parking space was taken. Time to see if you young stud was there and hopefully alone.

I checked the bills I had in my wallet to find that I only had tens and twenties which meant a stop at the counter for smaller bills. Standing there always made me somewhat paranoid. Why? Because, the guy or gal behind the counter knew there was a good chance that one of two things would be happening when you entered a booth. If you weren't alone, you were either getting or giving a blow job. Not many guys come here to get fucked up their asses ( which I don't really think I could or want to handle ), but I know there were a select few that did. So, as my paranoia set in, I waited for my five singles and a five dollar bill. I mumbled thanks as I quickly turned to stroll, yeah, right, how about fuckin' run into the back room to find my hunk.

Now my dilemma set it in. I saw all four of the big booth 'in use' lights were lit. Thinking my cocksman was a creature of habit I walked over the single large booth on the left and tried the door. Fuck, locked. Now, I was really getting worried. Could you believe that? Me, worried about whether or not I'd have a chance to see this guy jerk off in front of me. There were two booths against the back wall and they too are large ones. I tried the door on the left. Locked. Then I tried the door on the right. Locked. Fuck, only one door left. Now, I was literally feeling like I was going to piss-in-my-pants because I was so stressed about not finding him. I turned to try the last door of a big booth when I saw the door to one of the smaller booths open. I turned and walked over to see who was inviting me in. I looked in and immediately turned away. Inside was some obese construction worker with his pants down around his knees and his stomach not far behind, I turned and walked back to the last option for large booths.

My hand shook as I put my fingers inside the handle to pull to see if the door was locked. I tugged, the door opened, and inside was the reason why I entered this den of iniquity. I noticed he didn't have his cock out. Playing on the video tube was a bisexual movie. Two guys and one gal were on a couch and one of the guys was slowing sucking the other while the gal feed her tits to the guy getting sucked. I entered the booth and my friend actually smiled and said hello. I replied and took my position against the wall wondering what he had in mind. I was soon to find out.

He asked me for money as the time was running out. I handed him a dollar and he laughed. I knew immediately that he wanted something larger. I pulled out the five dollar bill and handed it to him. He took it and placed it into the slot and the machine clicked up the additional time adding extra for the single five dollar bill. I could feel my legs shaking. Not from fear, but from anxiety. I just handed someone money and was beginning to act like some fuckin' submissive bitch because I wanted to see his cock so badly. He turned and asked me if I wanted to see his cock. Of course, I replied in the affirmative. That is when all things changed.

He said that if I wanted to see his cock then I had to take it out of his pants. That I had to play with it. That I had to stroke him until he attained his orgasm. I was dumbfounded. I had to make a decision. Play with his cock or leave and never to see it again. I was shaking inside. I never in my life touched another man's cock. I never thought about having a bisexual or homosexual tryst with another man. I've always prided myself on being a woman's man. Fucking any and all cunts, well I'm not partial to big women. I'm not a chubby chaser. Back to the reality that I was faced with. I looked at him. I nodded in acceptance of his request.

I moved close to him and he took me by the shoulders and sat me down on the bench. He stood in front of me, legs slightly ajar, waiting for me to make my move. I looked as face and then the front of his pants. I reached out and started to open his belt when he stopped me. I figured he wanted me to just open his zipper, fish out his cock, and do what he requested. I reached under the flap that covered the zipper and found the piece that lets you pull down or up the closure. I tugged on it and it began to slide to the open position. I looked at his face and saw a small smirk on it. He knew he had me. I was going to give him a hand job and he was loving it. I reached into his pants to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Strange. I always wore underwear with my suits and never with my jeans. I figured he purposely removed his underwear to make it easier to retrieve his cock through the zipper opening. I put my hand in and because I could see the outline of his cock knew that he dressed left. I could feel its heat. I placed my fingers around the base and pulled it up. His cock slid up and out of the opening in his pants.

There in front of my eyes was the object of my masturbatory desire. He wasn't totally erect, but I could see that it wouldn't take long for him to get there. Again I looked up and into his eyes. He imperceptibly nodded his head. In doing so was telling me to get on with what I was committed to doing. As I stared into his eyes, my right hand began to stroke his manliness. I could feel it begin to grow beneath my fingers. Its heat made my head swim. I looked from his face to his growing cock. There not six inches from my face what the most magnificent penis I've ever seen. The head was a deep purple with a defined ridge that my fingers gently slipped over giving him the pleasure I knew I would want. I so wanted, in fact desired, to see his balls, but I knew that all he wanted me to do was exactly what I watched him do on the two previous occasions we were together in a booth. The veins in his cock stood out underneath the thin skin and when I rested my hand I could feel his blood pulsing through them. In just a few minutes he was at full erectile hardness and a small bubble of precum began to form at the slit. I continued to stroke his manhood feeling it grow and felt it become harder because of my ministrations. I was fearful and in heaven at the same time. I was realizing that I was progressing down a road I'd never thought I'd take.




The Journal



My young man did not utter anything. He just moved in concert with my stroking. I unconsciously took my thumb and used it to caress the head of his cock to get the oozing precum to use as a lubricant. It helped me as I continued to masturbate his magnificent erection. As I moved my hand up and down his shaft I could tell he was getting closer to attaining his desired orgasm. He all of a sudden grabbed my head and told me he was about to cum. Fuck, I tried to move myself to the side, but he wouldn't let me. His grip got tighter and I didn't stop jerking his magnificent cock. What was I thinking? If he came, I'd have his ejaculate all over my face and shirt. I looked up at him and pleaded with my eyes, I couldn't even get the words out of my mouth to ask and beg him to let go of my head. He just continued to move his hips in concert with my stroking. Then I felt his impending orgasm. He spoke for the first time with authority. He told me to either open my mouth or he'd cum all over my face. Open my mouth? Fuck, he wanted me to let him shoot into my mouth. Oh, my God!!! His grip tightened, I could feel his cock getting thicker, and I did it. I opened my mouth. He took his right hand off of my head and pushed my hand off of his cock. He started to finish himself and all I could do was rest my hands on my lap while I watched and waited for him to ejaculate.

Then it happened. He moaned, 'Fuck', as he pressed the head of his cock just inside my mouth. I was frantic inside. I was going to let another man cum in my mouth. All I wanted to do was see him shoot his load onto the bench or the floor. Instead, he's going to fill my mouth with his semen and I was letting him!!! Then I felt and tasted his ejaculate as the first rope hit the roof of my mouth and fell to my tongue. I was amazed at how salty it tasted and how smooth it felt. He didn't even think as to how I would react to his cumming in my mouth. He just looked down at me, his eyes smiling, as he maintained his stroke while keeping the head of his cock positioned perfectly to fill my mouth with his juices. I know my eyes showed fear of what was happening, but I know he didn't care. I was letting it happen. I was letting him use me as his cum receptacle.

He finished ejaculating and when he did, he did what he did the two other times I watched him. He didn't remove the head of his cock from in between my lips. His left hand told me not to move. He then took his right hand and pressed the remaining cum from the shaft and wiggled his cock so it would drip into my mouth. He smiled as I sat there and let him do it. I was fuckin' frozen sitting there with his beautiful cock not fully in my mouth, but in it enough to say that I was now a full fledged cocksucker. And what made it even worse; he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and told me to put it back into his pants. Shit, I was his bitch. I did it without hesitation and he laughed at me doing it without questioning him. I zipped up his zipper. He stepped back, looked down at me, got a smirk on his face, and pointed at my crotch.

What I hadn't even realized that while I was masturbating him and letting him cum in my mouth; I had cum in my pants. I had a humongous wet spot and the only way I was going to get out of the Adult Emporium was with my hands covering my crotch. God was I embarrassed. My friend's last words to me as he turned and left the booth were, "If you like what just happened, then I'll see you here next Wednesday. Be prepared to take the whole thing down your throat, bitch." Now my goose was cooked. I let him cum in my mouth. I didn't retch or make any attempt to stop it from happening. And, if I wanted to see his magnificent cock again, I'd have to taste it more than see it.

I am now and I know I will be in the future his willing cocksucker.

Good Night.



The Journal



Alana drove down from Atlanta to Athens to visit the Botanical Gardens at the University of Georgia. The hotel clerk in Atlanta said it was worth the drive. Arriving in Athens that early morning, she decided to stop for breakfast and then start her tour of the gardens after. Pulling into the gas station to fill up, Alana decided to ask the attendant to recommend someplace to stop. Waiting in line behind a very tall broad shouldered man, Alana's mind and eyes wandered. She was trying to imagine what the man in front of her looked like and then he spoke to the cashier.

"Morning darlin, how are you doin' today?" his deep voice struck a chord with Alana. 

She was really curious now to see if he looked as good as he sounded. Because she was so caught up in her imaginings, she didn't notice how close she was standing until he turned around and bumped into her. His warm hand grasped her elbow, "Excuse me, ma'am. I didn't mean to run you over." He stepped around her and walked out the door.

Alana just stood there staring out the door until the cashier clearing her throat got her attention. Snapping out of her musings, she paid for her gas and asked about the nearest breakfast diner. The cashier recommended a place called The Waffle House - fast service and good food, just what was needed. After filling up, Alana followed the directions and parked. 

Entering the diner, the conversation stopped for a moment and then picked back up. A waitress approached and seated her at a booth in the back. It was on the way to the booth that Alana noticed that she was the only woman in the place besides the three waitresses. She could feel the eyes of some of the men on her as she made her way down the aisle. It was pretty flattering since she didn't normally get that kind of attention. It put a smile on her face and a little blush on her cheeks.

The waitress took her order and brought her a cup of coffee. Alana could hear the door open behind her and heard the waitress greet the new arrival.

"Well hello, honey - haven't seen you here in a while. Now you just sit down and I'll be right with you."

"No rush darlin', I'm not in a hurry." 

Alana heard that wonderful voice for the second time that morning. She leaned a little out of the booth to see if she could catch a glimpse of more than his back. As she did, he turned and caught her looking. She saw long legs, a broad chest leading up to a wicked grin and laughing brown eyes. Then he winked at her!

She quickly ducked back in to the booth. She quickly took a sip of her coffee and could feel herself redden with embarrassment. 

Looking back up - she could see that he had taken a seat at the corner and was looking at her in the mirror above the counter. His grin widened and he winked again. Breaking the eye contact, Alana turned and took out the journal she always carried. The journal was the recipient of all of her thoughts and fantasies - and boy did that voice give her a fantasy to write about! The waitress, Betsy came up to the table with her breakfast while she was making a quick sketch of "The Voice" as Alana had already named him. 

"Well, honey that looks just like him! You're pretty good."

Alana put her finger to her lips, hoping that Betsy would catch the hint. She seemed to; she smiled and nodded before walking away. Eating her breakfast while writing in the journal, Alana didn't notice the whispered conversation between the waitress and "The Voice". 

Looking up when Betsy returned to the table asking if there was anything else, Alana saw him looking at her again in the mirror smiling. Lowering her eyes, shaking her head no and gathering up her things, Alana didn't notice that her journal fell to the seat in the booth. She paid her bill and got directions to the garden from Betsy. 

Arriving at the gardens, Alana parked and decided to change into her walking shoes. While she changed shoes she noticed a pickup pull into the parking lot. It looked familiar but then again every other vehicle here was a pickup truck. The truck came closer to her car and stopped. Locking up her car, she didn't notice the other driver, just heard a door slam and feet crunching on the gravel as the driver walked around the cab.

"Hey girl, did you forget something at the diner?"

At the first word her head jerked up, it was "The Voice". Turning around, Alana saw the mystery man holding her journal out to her. Looking quickly into her bag, she confirmed that it was indeed her journal in his hands. 

"Where did you find that?" she asked a puzzled look on her face. He stepped closer, not quite touching her but close enough that she could smell the scent of his soap. 

"You left it back at The Waffle House. Betsy told me you got directions here so I thought I'd return it to you." he said with that wicked grin back on his face. "But I'm curious, why is there a sketch of me in here under the label "The Voice"?"

A blush flooding her face, Alana looked up. "I hope you're not offended. You see I am a writer and I am always sketching and adding things to my journal. I saw you twice today and just decided to add you to my collection." Seeing his grin widen, realizing what she'd said, "I mean not my collection -- I just added you to the journal -- oh, please can I just have it back?"

"Well that's why I'm here darlin'. Now let me give you a name to go with the sketch, I'm Jim. And what's your name?" holding out his hand.

"I'm Alana and thank you for returning my journal - that was very nice of you." shaking hands and taking the journal back. "I hope that this wasn't too far out of your way."

"No, I was just stopping at the diner for breakfast - didn't really have anything else to do today. So, it was no trouble to bring this to you? Going for a walk through the gardens, that's what Betsy said you were here for", he asked, smiling down at her and stepping closer.

Backed up against the car now, Alana leaned back and looked up. Her eyes roamed over his chest and shoulders, rising up to his face. Seeing that wicked grin back on his face, she could feel her blush deepen; knowing he'd watched her checking him out again.

"Umm, yes the clerk in Atlanta said they weren't to be missed. Since I have a couple of days free in my schedule, I figure I have the time to see them. I love to garden myself and love to see what the professionals design," hearing herself babbling, Alana quieted. 

"How would you like a guided tour, girl? I come down here all the time myself and just wander the gardens", reaching for her hand, he pulled her away from the car and started to walk for the entrance. 

Searching his memory, he tried to remember the path that led to the maze, wanting to get her alone without raising her suspicions. He had first noticed her that morning at the gas station - but she hadn't been there when he went back. Then when he walked into The Waffle House and saw her sitting there - he couldn't believe his luck. Her shy glances at him and her blushes had him moving in his seat at the counter, adjusting himself. He hadn't been able to resist winking at her to see her blush deepen. Then when Betsy handed him her forgotten journal, he knew he had no choice. Fate was pushing her into his arms. His long strides eating up the ground, he didn't notice that Alana was practically running to keep up.

"Excuse me; can we slow down a bit? I have to take three steps to keep up with one of yours. Short legs, you know", giggling breathlessly. Unaware of the thoughts racing through his head, she couldn't get over the fact that they had run into each other so much this morning.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry", wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. "We'll just take a seat here and you can catch your breath." He pulled her down next to him on a bench just inside the maze. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. There was no space between their bodies or legs and yet it was perfectly comfortable.

Looking up at him, Alana met his eyes and smiled. She turned her head and looked around the maze. The boxwood was about six feet high and made the area nearly soundproof. Her breathing finally back to normal, she turned to him again.

"Do you know your way around in here? Or will we get lost if we go farther in?"

"I know this garden really well. My son got lost in here playing hide and seek but I found him in five minutes. You want to get lost? I'm sure I could find you real quick", he grinned down at her and winked.

Not sure if he was teasing or not, she decided to take his challenge and stood up. She started walking farther into the maze. Not sure where the urge came from, she looked back over her shoulder, grabbed her long skirt in her hands and started to run. 


He had just started to rise from the bench and saw that saucy grin just before she took off. Chuckling and letting her get a little lead on him, he decided to catch her and claim a reward. Giggling as she ran - turning corners and getting completely lost, Alana was surprised at herself. Normally she wouldn't play like this but something about that grin and wink put her in a playful mood. Finally finding a bench, she collapsed on it, trying to catch her breath. There was no sound except her breathing, so she had no idea where he might be. Suddenly arms grabbed her from behind and lifted her onto a hard lap.

"Gotcha!" he laughed. 

Turning her head, giggling up at him, she was surprised when his lips came down on hers. His lips were so warm and he slipped his tongue into her slightly parted lips. Deepening the kiss, he turned her on his lap and wrapped his arms tighter around her. They both pulled back from the kiss and looked into each others eyes. Seeing the wonder reflected back at her, Alana lifted her hand to his cheek and stroked her thumb along his lips. Reaching towards each other, they began kissing again. Softly at first and then deeper, their mouths learning each other. Leaning closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth - so desperate to be closer.

He leaned back on the bench until he was flat with her on his chest. Her legs straddling his hips as they continued to kiss. He began stroking up and down her back. She was playing with his hair, and then began tickling around his ears and caressing his neck. He followed around the waistband of her skirt and pulled her blouse out - his fingers just touching the skin above the skirt. Spreading his fingers out, he pulled her closer and felt the soft skin on her lower back. Wanting to feel more he slid his hands up her back, caressing her. 

Pulling back from his lips, breathing rapidly her eyes lowered, Alana placed a hand on his chest and leaned up. This brought her into closer contact with his very evident arousal. Her cheeks reddening even more, her chest rising and falling as she gasped at the contact. 

"Come back here, girl," he slid his hands around to her waist and pulled gently.

Shaking her head no, she braced her hands on his chest. "Someone could come in here," her voice husky with desire. He could feel the heat of her arousal along his shaft, making him twitch against her. Her eyes widened as she felt his reaction. 

"Would you come with me someplace more private then?" he asked, grinning and winking at her. "I live right up the road, or are you staying someplace locally?"

Closing her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and wondering why she was even considering it. He could read her thoughts on her face seeing her wrinkled brow as she considered his request. Sensing that it would only take a little push to convince her, he pushed up with his hips against her and was pleased to hear her soft gasp. Opening her eyes and looking back down at him, the desire clear on her face, she gave a quick decisive nod.

Sliding off his lap and brushing her skirt back in place, Alana took several deep breaths to calm down. He watched her chest as it rose and fell her hard nipples and flushed cheeks confirming her arousal. 

"I still have to check in at the bed-and-breakfast place I'm staying at. Their gardens are supposed to be a must see, too. I was going there after looking around here. Maybe you could meet me there?" her voice huskier now.

"I know the only bed-and-breakfast in the area that would advertise their gardens. It's just up the road and owned by friends of mine. I'll be glad to take you there," he said as he rose to his feet. Taking her hand in his, they slowly walked out to the parking lot, glancing and smiling at each other all the way.

Following Jim's truck out of the parking lot and down the road, Alana looked at herself in the mirror. Her bright eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips gave evidence of her excitement. She was surprised at how strongly she felt attracted to a virtual stranger. She didn't have this reaction to men, normally. Seeing the truck ahead of her slowing down and turning into the drive of the bed-and-breakfast that was identified by the sign, she followed and parked in front of a beautiful mansion. It looked even better than the brochure that she had seen at the hotel in Atlanta. Jim was at her door, opening it and holding his hand out to her.

"Well, here you are. Come on inside and lets get you settled in," he said. He reached into the back seat of the car and grabbed her bags leading the way inside as she looked around, pleased that she had chosen to stay here. By the time she entered the hallway, Jim and the owner were deep in conversation. 

"I'll just take her bags up if that's okay with you. Alana, you go ahead and sign in and then come on up."

After signing in and getting the key, Alana started up the stairs. This was such a beautiful place; she hoped her room lived up to the promise. The owner said that they had a cancellation so she could have her first choice, the safari room. It had a wonderful view of the gardens and the biggest bathroom in the place.

The door to the room was open and the lush furnishings made her gasp. Off to the left, she could see a big canopied bed. Kicking off her shoes and shutting the door, she ran in and threw herself on the big bed, rolling over to her back and looking up at the canopy. She stretched her arms over her head and let out a satisfied sigh. 

"You sure look good there."

Leaning up on her elbows, she looked over to see him leaning against the door that must have led to the bathroom. Grinning at her, he pushed away from the door and came over to sit next to her on the bed. Placing a hand on her thigh, he squeezed gently and leaned down to place a soft kiss at the corner of her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, Alana pulled him down for a deeper kiss. Their tongues met at their slightly opened lips - touching and retreating. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting her sigh as she accepted him. Sucking on his tongue, Alana's fingers threaded through his hair. Her breathing speeded up as his tongue stroked faster in and around her mouth. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him, sliding his hands down to cup her ass pulling her into him so she could feel the affect she was having on him.

His hard cock pressed into her. She moved her hips, rocking against him. The heat of him through the clothes was making her wild. She began pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. As she pulled at his shirt, he leaned up and helped her get it off. She ran her hands over his chest, gasping. Meanwhile he was busy pulling her blouse off and grabbing her breasts. She arched her back as he squeezed. His big hands held her tightly. He could feel her nipples harden under his palms through the bra.

"Darlin', I need to see you," he practically growled as he reached behind to undo the bra. Her mind overwhelmed with the sensations of sitting on the lap of this man while he stripped her, Alana could only nod.

He slid the bra down her arms and just stared for a moment. Then his finger traced a line between her breasts and up to her right nipple. Her breath caught at the feather light touch just as he pinched. Her back arched as she moaned softly. Smiling at her, he reached up and pinched her left nipple too. Her face flushed and she moaned louder.

"Let's get the rest of these clothes off you," he said rising up, still holding her nipples, rolling and pinching them. "Take them off for me, girl."

She slid the skirt down her hips - taking her panties with it. Standing before him now totally naked, she raised her head and looked in his eyes.. Her cheeks were pink but there was a small smile on her lips.

He looked down at her, seeing the full rounded breasts. Her pink nipples grasped firmly in his hands. He could see down her flat tummy to her bare lips, already swollen and glistening. Her legs were short but muscular and her little feet had toenails sporting red polish. 

"Now me darlin'. Take my clothes off," he told her huskily. 

She reached for his belt buckle. Sliding it open, her hands trembled slightly as she reached to unsnap his jeans and slide the zipper down. It was tight against him and his erection pushed out as the pants opened. His hands were still on her breasts as she knelt down to take his pants off. Her nipples were stretched as far as they could be. She looked up at him, kneeling by his feet. He was bent forward a bit and started to pull her up by her nipples. 

"Sit down right there", he rasped as he stepped between her legs. "I read your journal and I know what you want to do. Open your lips and give me that sweet mouth."

Leaning forward, Alana kissed the head of his cock, inhaling the scent of him. Her tongue lapped gently around the head, tasting the precum already there. Flicking her tongue around him, her hands wrapped around his shaft, she looked up into his eyes. Opening her lips wider, she took his head into her mouth swirling her tongue around. She flicked her tongue under his head and felt him jump. Stroking him slowly with her hands she began moving her mouth down and up on him. Slowly taking him in an inch at a time, watching his face. He got harder and thicker in her mouth making her open her lips wider. As he slid along her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, coaxing him in deeper.

"That's it, take it all", he said as he released her nipples and moved up to cup her head.

She stroked him a little faster as she slid her mouth farther and farther down on him. His head hit the back of her throat. Swallowing loudly, she tilted her head back and felt the tip slide into her throat. As it did, he moved his hips slightly. They began to rock together. He slid deeper as her lips tightened around him. Her moaning caused vibrations to travel up his cock. Her right hand moved to cup his balls rolling and squeezing them gently. Her thumb stroking around and around on them. He began to rock faster, sliding his cock up and down on her tongue. He kept sliding the whole length almost out of her mouth and then back in. Gulping around him, she swallowed as much of him as she could. 

He put his hands on the sides of her head and thrust harder. She put her hands on his hips and began to slide her mouth faster on him. He grunted as he realized she was fucking him with her mouth. She was sucking hard enough that her cheeks were sucked in. His cock was sliding down her throat and he could feel her throat muscles squeezing and swallowing around him. Looking down, he saw her eyes were locked on him. Her lips were wrapped tight around him and her tongue was flicking faster. She could feel him swelling up more, his balls were tightening up.

"Girl, you going to swallow?"

Shaking her head yes, Alana sucked harder. The first warm shot hit the back of her throat. She moaned and slid her mouth faster on him squeezing around his cock. He held her head tight against him as his cock twitched and jerked filling her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could sucking the cum out of him. She continued licking and sucking until she felt him soften a little.




The Journal



It was the worst snow storm of the year and she wasn't even sure why she was out here in the shit but she needed to get home now and so she drove on. It was getting late when Shelly drove up to the little bar and had to stop. The roads were icy and she couldn't go any farther now. Parking out front she walked into the bar quickly seeing as she wasn't truly dressed for the freak snow storm. She moved slow and careful-like on the ice, in her high heeled thigh high boots and felt the draft up her mini skirt and on her bare thighs. As she walked in to the dimly lit bar she saw only a few men in the place and damned if they didn't notice her. She took off her long black coat and hung it up and loved how she was looked upon as she did so. Her nipples tightened and showed easily through the white tank top she wore. She sat at the bar crossed her legs and smiled invitingly to the very hot young guy next to her as she ordered a sea breeze.

Adam had gone to the seedy little roadside bar to get out of the storm as well. The problem was until the hot 20-something female had walked in the door he thought for sure he was stuck here for the night. She was a hot little curvy thing, wearing the most appealing outfit he'd seen in a while. He could see her large nipples through her shirt and got hard for her the minute he saw her. He watched as she sat next to him crossing her long sexy legs and it was then he noticed the fine view of her pussy as she did so. Her panties left nothing to his imagination and he could feel his cock throb just looking her over.

As they sat together at the bar he wondered what a sweet young girl like her was doing here. She looked like a fresh out of high school girl now that he looked her over better and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like fucking her all night. She was strawberry blonde with natural looking streaks of red in her hair that hung down her back to her waist; she had sweet baby blue eyes, kinda grey-ish but warm and inviting as he noticed she was looking him over too. He squirmed in his seat he was so hard watching her just sit there...she was mesmerizing.

Shelly watched as the hot dark haired guy next to her, looked her over. She thought of a lot of things as her eyes roamed from his handsome goateed face down his nice broad chest and on downward. She knew she shouldn't be here, she was far too young for a place like this and yet she didn't care. As her eyes roamed down to the bulge between his legs it was then he chose to speak. He'd asked what had brought her out into the storm, and yet she had not yet replied. She was very distracted by the view of him and didn't know what to say. She explained how she was driving home from her brother's college and couldn't drive any farther. It was a half-truth...but he didn't need to know that. It was now that she leaned in close and as her hand roamed up the stranger's hot thigh, she voiced exactly what was on her mind. 

She knew nothing about him...he knew as little about her and yet it didn't matter. Her voice a seductive whisper she said "I'm aching to be fucked right here out front of this bar." His cock throbbed at her words and she liked the feel of him next to her hand and boldly began to rub him through his jeans now. "Come with me..." she said standing and leading him out of the bar by the hand. He couldn't resist but to slap her ass on their way out. She squealed and laughed excitedly and looked back to the other two hot men in the bar as they watched her walk off with the stranger.

Shelly fussed with her keys at the car and the minute they were inside he basically fell on top of her neither worrying the door stood open for now. The snow had subsided for the moment as he went eagerly between her legs there on the back seat. Quickly Adam undid his pants and parted her legs, he let out a groan of pure bliss as their bodies met and he pushed her panties aside thrusting deep in her tight little hairy cunt. She moaned out very loudly as they began to fuck needful and lustfully. His thrusts hard and deep as she then wrapped her legs around him to pull him tighter in. He leaned in to kiss her wildly and pulled her large tits out of her shirt now grabbing them rough and kneading them as he now lowered his mouth around one sweet dark pink nipple. She moaned "God yes baby...oh yea." As he slowed his thrusts to tease and play with her tits. She moved her body so that she was sitting up a little, his cock still in her as she grabbed his ass and squeezed it moaning "Fuck me hard!" 

It was at this point that Shelly realized they had an audience. Even with as cold as it was outside the other two men from the bar, one lean and tall blond, the other with long dark hair and features. They stood by her car, cocks out and in hand, both moaning as they stroked fast to watching her fuck the stranger. This was even more enticing and thrilling for the 19 year old. She smiled at them now and moaned "Oh God yes mmmmm..." as Adam pumped hard and wantful into her she felt his body tighten and knew he would cum soon and yet she wasn't fulfilled fully. She had set out to have her fantasy and was determined now, tonight was when she would have it. She pumped her hips into Adam as hard as she could but looked up to the dark haired man and with one finger summoned him closer.

Adam thrusted hard as he could and moaned loud as he began to cum in her sweet pussy and felt her tighten with his every throb. He didn't care his buddies watched, he could hear them chanting "Oh yea Adam fuck her....oh yea man!" and as he came the hardest he had in a while he eased out of her and stood. He watched as she laid back in the car and began to rub her clit her legs spread wide for them all. Then she beckoned his friend Blake over to her. She smiled as he dropped his pants and went over to her. Shelly extended a leg out of the car and began to tease his long throbbing cock with her foot, nice and easy, her boots still on. She stepped from the car and stood in front of Blake now. Her hands roamed over his chest and she took his jacket off of him, placing it on the hood of her car, she winked at him and leaned over the hood, shaking her ass for him and slapping it hard, she said "Come on baby, give me your cock!"

Blake went to her eagerly, as Adam watched and began getting hard again. Blake took Shelly's ass in his hands and played with it, slapping her hard on the ass and squeezing her cheeks together, before helping her out of her panties and tossing them aside. This was like a dream come true he thought. He pushed his body tight to her now, his cock against her ass he moved against her teasingly before he then thrust into her nice and slow and as he entered they moaned loud. It was now that the lean blond approached and watched eagerly, as Blake started pumping fast into the girl from behind. He moved to stand at her side and boldly took her hand and placed it on his cock. She smiled to him and took his cock with a firm grip, stroking him rough and fast as she began to breathe heavy feeling Blake's thick cock deep in her. Her juices gushed out onto him now and she got even more excited with the large cock in her hand. Shelly had never been so wild before tonight. She began pushing her pussy hard onto the cock inside her and moaning with every push onto him. All three men were moaning for her. She watched as Adam was now stroking his cock and smiled. "Oh Blake yes!" she moaned, learning their names from them cheering each other on.

Shelly could feel Blake's cock throb as he started to cum in her pussy and yet he continued thrusting and she loved the feel of him still in her. He groaned as he came and rested upon her back, them both breathing heavily. As Blake eased out of her, she looked to the third man there, the lean blond, and said to him "Bet you're aching to feel my tight ass around this cock..." she teased as she continued to stroke him. "Oh hell yes sweetheart." He replied. His name was Will, and he had a very thick cock with the hottest cock head she'd seen. She shook her ass and slapped it invitingly. That's all Will needed. He went to her now and eased into her ass. She moaned out longingly. The three couldn't believe the lil' wildcat hadn't had her fill of cock yet. She leaned on one elbow on the hood and began to play with her tit with the other hand. Her moans heavenly as Will slid in and out of her ass nice n slow. Too heated by each other's bodies to worry about the cold they continued to fuck until Will's pace quickened and with urgent heated passion he fucked her ass. She felt the urgent feeling in her pussy an aching to cum all over as he pumped in her. She pushed her ass tight to meet every thrust and cried out with her release as he got faster and harder and began to cum in her ass, she loved his groans, and called out "God yes Will cum for me baby!" Adam was stroking hard and fast and she could hardly believe her eyes as he came hard again, his cum spilling to the snow at their feet. Will pumped in her twice hard, ramming her and filling her ass with cum.

For many moments Will laid on her back kissing and rubbing her gently. Afterwards they all walked into the bar together and sat down to drinks. It was Adam who had to know just why. As they all listened, Shelly explained about the old journal her mom had left behind. She had read and re read the pages. Could hardly believe her mom to be such a sexual person. But it was all there. A whole book of her mom's exploits. "So you see..." she said now, eyeing all three of her lovers. "I set out to do something just as wild and sexual as my mom, and start my own journal."

With that said and a few more drinks behind them, the next morning the strawberry blonde named Shelly, walked out of their lives and went on her way. She stopped at a trucker café to begin her journal over a cup of coffee. She wrote of the stormy night, the roadside bar, and of fucking until she ached but also wrote of how exciting being watched had been. How fucking one guy while stroking another had made her so wet and irresistibly ache to be fucked that much harder. 

Shelly grinned as she wrote out her events of that wild stormy night and grinned as she penned the words, Next exploit, fuck a hot couple...find a female I can't resist and give her and her man a night to remember.

The End