11 comments/ 78771 views/ 1 favorites Weekend Getaway By: 518_Couple It was a confusing time in my life...my husband traveled frequently, my daughters were becoming independent teenagers...I was looking forward to having some free time in the evenings after working a long day. I enrolled in a night course - trying to brush up on my web publication skills. The instructor assigned a team project and I was introduced to a married couple, Jane and Tim as my team mates. We decided to discuss the project over coffee after class. It involved the team meeting twice a week and editing each others assignments. We found that we had a lot in common, we had teenage kids, loved reading, traveling and cooking. I began to look forward to our meetings and open discussions about anything from current events to parenting. Jane and Tim seemed very much in love. I commented on how I wished I could have an open relationship with my spouse. They both smiled. Tim said, "You know, we used to fight constantly and never spent time together. We were contemplating a separation." I was surprised by Tim's candor. How did they turn their relationship around? Jane indicated that they focused on bringing fun into their lives - they were too busy being responsible to enjoy any time together. I admitted that I had been lonely for a long time but did not know how to get my husband's attention - he was so focused on his work projects, travel and colleagues. It was time I took matters into my own hands - Jim was too busy to notice that we were drifting apart. I made reservations at a hotel and told him we were spending a weekend away from work. I demanded that he hand over his cell phone. He had no idea what I had in store for him. I always loved being submissive---the spankings, being tied up, being forced, etc. I was curious about being dominant--I am shy and introverted by nature so this was a big step for me. I decided to fulfill a fantasy of Jim's while trying out something new. We arrived at the hotel room and Jim flicked on the TV. I unpacked and set up my supplies on the vanity. I lit some candles and changed into Jim's favorite lingerie--and tied a short silk robe over my breasts. I told Jim to relax-while I placed a blindfold over his handsome face. I had purchased restraints that hooked underneath the mattress. I fastened the restraints and slowly undressed Jim---kissing and licking him all over. His cock ached for release. I gently slipped the restraints over Jim's wrists and ankles--and rubbed my body all over his---spreading my legs and placing my smooth waxed pussy inches from his face. Later, I answered the door. Jim's friend Mike had brought a basket of chilled champagne, strawberries and sex toys. I motioned to Mike to be very quiet---he grinned when he walked into the suite and whispered---"You're keeping this a surprise?" Mike silently undressed while I kissed Jim all over---he began to moan and beg for my pussy. I pinched his nipples and told him to be quiet--I was in charge. I ordered him to get on all fours---and I began spanking his bum- gently at first, then making him beg for more. Do you want your mistress to lick your asshole? Say please! Jim groaned as I licked and played with his balls and asshole. Please baby, let me fuck you, he kept saying, over and over. I ordered him sternly "Jim---get on your back NOW." He quickly complied. Mike was on the second bed - gently massaging his beautiful hard cock. I removed the blindfold from Jim's face. "Master--I am going to make you watch your friend tease me and drive me wild. After he satisfies me, and I suck his cock until he covers me with his sweet cum------I am going to use you to satiate my body in whichever way I please." I think Jim was in shock at first - seeing me acting like a wanton and domineering mistress. I felt Mike's thick fingers moving over my cunt lips, felt him part me with one finger, and push the finger into me. Mike positioned me so that Jim could see my pussy gripping his hand. He began to cover me in kisses, making me wet. He licked and caressed my pussy---and I told Jim to pay attention---Mike was here to teach him how to satisfy me. Jim's cock was rock hard---I reached over and began to stroke it - telling him not to cum--he was going to fill my pussy and bum with his juice later. Mike turned me over on all fours and I fucked his tongue with my swollen pussy---I was practically screaming with delight. We laid next to Jim on the bed - and Mike untied the hand restraints. Jim was rubbing my bum hole and fingering it while Mike's tongue was driving me wild. I came on Mike's face and sweetly kissed my juice from his face. Mike pushed my head down and I loved him with my mouth---kissing and sucking his dick and balls. I had Mike lie next to Jim and enjoyed tasting both of them---alternating jerking them off and sucking both their delectable cocks. I rubbed Mike's jism over my tits and licked Mike's cock clean---Jim's cock tip was filled with pre-cum juice and I savored every drop. Mike smiled, and said "Take care of Jim---since he is being such a good husband." Mike got dressed and kissed me deeply---telling Jim to enjoy himself. "Well, Master, would you like me to untie you---or not?" Jim smiled...."Who is your master? Answer me! Who the fuck is your Master?" "You," I gasped on a breath. "You." An orgasm hit me. Without Jim touching me, my pussy was humming. Jim sat up suddenly, and I was propelled over onto my back. I laid there, my body all set for the final ride to the fulfillment----pleasing my Master. His cock slid into me deeply, I moaned as he pressed my legs even wider, holding open them with his hands. His cock continued to slam into my trembling pussy, pushing, pushing...teasing me slowly...till I begged for release. "Please... Oh... Please...!," I moaned, wanting the orgasm more than anything in the world. I could not wait until my body was filled with his love juice. "Please Master, you Slut!" Jim said and slapped my ass hard, biting and pinching my sensitive nipples. "Please Master!" "Please Master, what?" He taunted, accentuating the question with a sharp, deep thrust into my tight pussy. "Please Master, please... please make me cum!!!!!," I screamed as tears clouded my eyes. He smiled and increased his tempo, his body slamming into me with a hardness that made me gasp...calling his name over and over... I spent the rest of the weekend being pierced in my pussy, ass and mouth by my loving Master---Finally, I did not have to beg to be spanked or licked, he punished me ruthlessly for being his wench. I could not wait to set up another getaway... Weekend Getaway It is a cool spring morning as the sun begins to creep over the horizon. There is a mist hanging in the air that only adds to the beauty of the encroaching sunrise. All we have with us are the clothes on our back and a small overnight bag. You start the engine of your bike and I climb on behind you. I wrap my arms tight around your waist and we take off from your drive. As we head out of town I hold on tighter for warmth, wondering if you can feel through the leather of your jacket just how hard my nipples have become. We ride for hours along the winding roads leading north to the big river bluffs. Sunlight cascades through the beautiful green leaves that are budding on the trees around us. The day is getting warmer and we stop for a rest and picnic lunch at a roadside park overlooking the river below. After eating we walk along the park's trail holding each other close, pausing now and then for a series of soft tender kisses. I do so love the way you kiss me. As always I feel so secure with your strong arms around me. We let go of our embrace but keep our hands clamped tight together as we walk on a little farther. Shortly though we find that we are no longer alone at our scenic overlook for the beautiful day has brought others to this picturesque spot. So we decide to head back and get on the bike to ride off farther up the road. On our way to our final destination we ride every twist and turn of every scenic byway we can find along the bluffs just enjoying the day and the closeness of each other. I begin to think of where we are headed and what the night ahead holds in store and my excitement builds. In my excitement I begin to feel a bit playful and I let go of your waste start to run my hands along your long legs. I can feel the vibration of the bike's engine through your muscles as I run my hands slowly and ever higher along your thighs. Before long my caresses have reached as far as they can go and I can feel your cock is hard from all my teasing. As we come to one of the few straight stretches of road you boldly let go of one handlebar and reach your hand back to do some teasing of your own. I can feel myself getting wet as I rub against your fingers. We near another bend in the road and compose ourselves from our playing and go back to concentrating on and enjoying the ride. Only a few more miles go by before our final destination comes into view. Sitting high on a bluff is the bed and breakfast where a reserved room awaits our arrival. After we check in we head strait to our room where a bottle of champagne awaits us. The room is chilly and the bubbly is too. We drink a couple glasses while taking in the view from our balcony. We decide to head inside once the bubbly is gone and once inside you put your hands on my waist and pull me to you. Already I can feel your cock growing hard underneath the layers of clothes between us. You begin to kiss me ever so gently, lightly flicking your tongue across my lips and the tip of my tongue. My own hands caress your broad shoulders and back, feeling the movement of your muscles under my fingers. I let my hands fall to your tight little ass and gab hold. Grinding my pelvis into you, I feel your rock hard dick rub against me. Slowly your hands move up my back as we kiss harder and deeper. I feel your hands making their way higher. As they reach my neck I feel your fingers begin to make their way into my hair. As you take hold tightly, you pull my head back and my mouth away from yours. A moan that is almost like a whimper escapes from my lips. I want so much to be at your mouth again. The torment of not being able to reach it leaves me with only a stronger wanting need due to your teasing. With your hands still firmly in my hair you hold me so that I cannot move. Your warm mouth moves to my ear and I feel your tongue begin to trace the edge of the lobe. Within but moments your tongue is in the center, so warm and insistent on its task. As your warm mouth is at my ear I feel warmth spreading over my body, rising from deep within my center. It is that feeling, that desire, that need of you that is spreading over me. I know there can be no turning back for me now. As I am still within your grasp you begin to kiss your way down my neck. Some kisses are soft and others are more like a bite with little nips from your teeth, though you are careful to not leave lasting marks. Your grasp on my hair is loosened as you bring your hands to the front of my shirt. You begin to unbutton my blouse as you kiss and nip your way down further. When your lips reach the V of my breasts I feel your strong hands take each one in a soft grip and you begin to caress my already erect nipples with your thumbs. Your fingers begin to curl into my bra so as to pull it down and set my breasts free of its tight confines. My mind is swirling now and I must make myself concentrate on breathing or I may forget while lost in your caresses. With my bra now down and my naked breasts in your grasp you move your mouth to one and begin to flick the nipple with your agile tongue. So expertly your tongue works its magic on me. When I think I cannot stand the teasing anymore your mouth then encircles my breast and you begin to suck as well. You move from the one to the other and begin your playing all over again. All the while your hands are roaming my body with rough caresses. I love the feel of your hands against me. You then begin to kiss your way down my stomach. Before you are completely on your knees you tell me "Get up on the bed and lie back." I do as you say and your hands then go to the front of my pants as you begin to undo the button and pull the zipper down. Once my pants are undone you begin to pull them slowly down my hips all the while kissing further and further down. With my pants past my hips I feel your kissing lips reach the beginnings of my soft nether hair. You stop your kisses and tilt your head up to look at my face as I have been intently watching your decent and then you take my pants the rest of the way off. Once they are cast aside you open my legs and your head goes between them. I feel your warm breath against my sensitive skin as you bring your mouth to my already wet center. The first lick of your tongue sends waves of shivers through me. Your own tongue begins to flick across my clit in short little strokes. Your mouth on me feels so much like heaven, for heaven is the only way I know to describe the wonderful sensations flowing through me right now. My hands grab the edge of the bed as to hold myself down for I feel as though I might float away if I don't. The speed of your tongue quickens and then slows again in teasing succession. And then I feel the first hard little nibble of my clit by your teeth. My body jumps at your nip, but not from pain, only sheer pleasure. Between nips and licks, your tongue begins to dip lower and lower, ever closer to my center. You then begin to concentrate your attention on my center, your tongue making swirling motions around my outer lips. With slow deliberate darting motions your tongue starts to go in and out of me. My hands let loose their grip on the bed and make their way into your soft hair and rest atop your head as to draw you even closer into me. Your mouth goes back to work on my clit and I feel your fingers begin to play at teasing my outer lips as your tongue did moments ago. A finger begins to work its way inside me in slow soft strokes. When you have worked your finger back and forth till it reaches as far in as it can go, you start the process over this time using two fingers instead of just one. I can feel that sweet pressure begin to build inside of me and know it will not be long now. As your fingers work inside me, and your mouth works my clit, it is more than my body can take. The first contracting waves of my climax begin to take hold of my body. You can feel the spasms begin and the pace of your fingers and tongue quicken. I hold my breath for only moments and as my climax peaks I breathe out in a hoarse cry of release. Wave after wave of sensation flows though me. As the spasms die down, and my once quickened breathing slows again, you bring your head back up to mine. Your hands find my hair again and take a hold before you kiss me ever so softly. I taste myself on your lips and it is pleasing to me. You then pull your face away from mine and look into my eyes. A smile comes across your lips that is as wide as the one now on mine. Suddenly you stop and spin me around so that you are behind me. Still in your grip you walk me over to the table at the side of the room. With your moth close to my ear and the heat of your breath sending shivers through me you say "Put your hands on the table." I stand strait next to the table and do as you say. Your hands start to caress their way over my entire body. From back to front and up and down I feel your strong fingers all over me. With one hand you brush my hair aside and begin to nibble at the back of my neck. With the other hand you caress one of my breasts. You tweak my nipple with your thumb and forefinger and it hardens instantly. Your mouth moves to my ear and your probing tongue starts with the lobe and works its way to the center. You breath is so warm in comparison to the chilly room we are standing in. Both of your hands are at my breasts now and both of my nipples are now rock hard from your touch. Your hands go back to their caresses and your mouth back to its assault on my neck. I writhe under your hands and try to push my way back into you without letting go. With my ass I can feel your long hard cock straining against me. One of your hands then moves to my pussy. Your fingers start to massage my clit and I press my pelvis into your hand wanting more. I am so wet now as one finger easily slips its way into my tight opening. Slowly in and out you move your finger and with each outward motion it glides once again across my swollen clit. Suddenly you stop and grab my hips with both hands. You tug me back until I am almost in a 90% bend with my hands still holding the edge of the table. As I stand there bent your fingers go to my crotch and hold open the lips of my pussy. I feel the head of your cock against my opening. You work it only slightly in and out, teasing me with it. "Do you want it?" you ask. "I want it... I want all of it." I answer. With one quick hard thrust by you I feel a searing of delicious pain. I cry out with pleasure and you are completely in me. Slowly in and out you move. One of your hands makes its way back to my clit and once again you massaging me but now to the rhythm of the strokes of your cock. Now with one hand on my clit, and your cock inside me, you continue your rhythmic movement and caresses. A sweet pressure is building inside me as so many wonderful sensations are happening all at once. I can feel the tension building greater and greater and you feel it as well for my inner muscles strain tighter against your huge cock. I give a cry of delight as the waves of my orgasm wash over my body. I feel you tense up and press harder against me as your own release begins and your sweet hot cum is shot deep inside me. After the waves of pleasure subside I release my grip and spin around to put my hands to your face and pull you into a long deep kiss. I then release you from the kiss and look into your eyes wonderful eyes. We start kissing me once again. This time the kisses are slow and sweet, not the fevered pace they were before. With my hands now "freed" for the table I finally start my own exploration of your body. I do so with great care so to memorize the feel of you. I run my fingers first through your hair and then down to caress your face. The stubble from your face is rough against my fingertips. From your face my hands caress down the sides of your neck hands come to a temporary rest on your shoulders. From your shoulders, I bring my hands down and across the front of your chest. Your normally smooth skin is prickled with goose bumps. I wonder, is it from the chill, or from my touch? Your nipples are hard and I rub each one simultaneously with a fingertip. From there my hands caress down your stomach, through the soft hair and further down my fingertips lightly trace till I reach you huge cock. I break away from your kiss and take a small step back so as to improve my view. My hands ever so lightly brush their way up and down your still hard shaft. I can't help but stare at you. The power of you that now lies within my hands is amazing to me. From top to bottom my very own Greek god stands before me. When I my eyes have had their fill, though admittedly only a temporary fill, I step close and kiss you one more time. I then trace kisses down the same path my hands just traveled until I am "eye to eye" with you cock. I take my tongue and trace the underside of your shaft. My tongue then makes a circle around the head and flicks the very tip. I then slowly draw you into my mouth. Back and forth my mouth goes, sucking, licking, and enjoying the feel of you. I release you of my mouth's hold and trace your length with my tongue again. My hands have reached around to you tight ass by this time. I have each hard cheek in my grasp. After working my way down slowly with my tongue, I pause at the base. One by one I take each of your balls in my mouth and softly roll them around, sucking very gently. I then trace my way back up to the tip of your cock and draw you in once again. Back and forth my warm mouth goes in a slow steady rhythm. You place your hands on my head and twine your fingers through my hair. I quicken my pace. I can feel the pressure building in you now and I know that your release is nearing. Suddenly your body tightens and your hips grind toward me as you press me to you. I taste the first spurts of your cum and feel the pulsing release of it against my tongue. You groan with release as your orgasm takes its course. When the waves of cum finally stop, I continue with a gentle sucking, enjoying thoroughly the taste of you. When I release you from my mouth I look up at you once again. You are trying to catch your breath, but still manage to give me the biggest smile. With your fingers still in my hair you carefully pull me up back to my feet. You then place your hands under my arms and lift me to sit on the table. I study your eyes for a while and then lightly I brush one of my fingertips first across your dark soft lashes and then I trace my way down studying the rest of your handsome features. Down the bridge of your nose my fingertip traces down to your wonderful lips. I trace my way around them and admire their perfectly shape. They are so very soft, but so demanding when the need takes you. Next my finger traces across your so wonderfully chiseled chin and then down your neck. I stop my track at the base of your throat and then focus my gaze on your magnificent eyes once more. I lean in, and place a soft kiss on each of the features I had just so intently studied and then just smile and sigh. As if on cue your perfect lips close in and kiss me again. Long lingering kisses consume us and cause the fever of our rendezvous to escalate again. The chilly air we once felt is gone now as the sun has risen higher in the sky. The warmth of our bodies together begins to grow and a sheen of sweat starts to show on our skin. You take my breasts in your hands and move your mouth down to one of my nipples. Urgently and intently you suck and nibble, moving from one to the other, though you do not linger too long as you make your way further down. Your hands spread my knees wide and you place my legs over your shoulders. I lean back on my hands so that I can watch you as you start to lick my center, still wet from our previous encounter. Your tongue works at me and your teeth nip at my clit. I feel that sweet pressure building but before it can be released you pull your mouth away. Placing my legs back down you straighten again to your full height. You pull me back up to a sitting position and as I sit up I see how hard your cock has once again become and how as I sit my pussy is so perfectly aligned for your easy entry. You slide into me and I wrap my legs around you. We sway back and forth into each other. I lean back a bit and am able to watch your shaft sliding in and out. The excitement of watching and the building pressure I had already begun to feel are you much for me to take and an orgasm overtakes me. I hook my feet together behind you to hold on tighter. You feel the spasms of my release and thrust faster and harder. Soon after my waves have calmed I feel you tensing in preparation of your own release. With one last hard thrust you give a loud moan and cum hard inside me. We just stay as we are for a short time holding on, locked in each other's embrace. Weekend Getaway This story features the cast of my Spring Break stories and we're going on another vacation! If you haven't read those stories, you might want to check them out, but this story will be able to stand on its own. As a word of warning, it's a long story that features polyamory and romance. I received lots of positive feedback on the Spring Break tales and I appreciate everyone who took the time to leave a comment or send me an email. If you enjoy this story, please vote and I would love to hear from you, too. I'd also like to thank michchick98 for being such a great editor. ************************ When you meet her, the second things you notice about Melinda are her eyes. They're piercing. The deepest blue, they seem to bore into you. Her eyes see through all pretense. They show her compassion and her wisdom. And her love. I lost myself in those eyes. They radiated a soft, post-coital glow. We held each other as morning's early rays shone into our bedroom. It was quiet. Peaceful. The perfect Blue Ridge day. She cradled me in her arms, our bodies pressed together. Her hands ran absently up and down my back. Her soft featherlight touch left a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I glanced over at the clock and groaned inwardly. Time to go. Leaning in, I kissed Melinda one more time. "Down boy!" she giggled, rolling me off her. "We have to get up." "That's what I'm doing," I replied with a sly smile, humping up against her. "You've already had it once this morning." Melinda slipped out of my grasp. "Save some for the trip." She went into the bathroom of our master suite, wiggling her backside at me teasingly. I followed her into the large stand-up shower that could easily accommodate all four of us; she already had the water running. It washed over us and cleansed away the previous night's exertions. Reaching around, I cupped her round breasts and pressed against her ass. I rolled her erect nipples in my fingers. "I love you," I whispered in her ear. "You're only saying that because you want something." "And?" I kissed Melinda on the back of the neck. In that one spot that makes her skin crawl. "Mmmmm . . . I love you, too." She put her hands against the wall, leaned over and gave in to the inevitable. ************************ It was eleven years after our magical week at Disney World. Melinda, Leah, Katie and I still live in our home outside Asheville, NC. Melinda's and my daughter Kaylee is five now; her brother Bryan is two. There is another pair of other kids in our house now; Katie and Leah adopted Gwendollyn and Gabrielle, gorgeous twins from Vietnam who are also two. Katie, the youngest of our foursome, was about to turn 30. Or, as we say in our house: she was about to have her second annual 29th birthday celebration. We mulled around several different vacation ideas and finally decided to rent a cabin out in the woods for a long weekend and just be together. After all, the three girls all worked while I stayed home and raised our children, so we didn't get a lot of time for just the four of us alone, and that's what Katie said she wanted for her birthday. We searched the internet, made some calls, found a cabin in a little community north of Atlanta and decided to go there for a long weekend. Sounds funny, doesn't it? We live in the Blue Ridge Mountains, in some of the most beautiful country on God's entire creation, and we're going to Georgia. Truthfully, we just wanted a change of scenery. Plus it was only about three hours away, so it was close enough we could get back if there were an emergency, but far enough away that we couldn't just get up and go home. To help with the kids, Melinda's folks and Katie's dad came in. Not long after Katie and Leah's "wedding", Katie's parents divorced, so he spends a lot of time with us. Katie and her mom haven't spoken since and it tears her apart. Despite all the best efforts of those around her, Katie's mom can't get it through her head that her daughter is in love with another woman and that Leah isn't going away. Katie sends her cards on her birthday, presents at Christmas and flowers on Mother's Day. Sometimes the cards and packages come back unopened. Sometimes she never hears a peep. And every now and then, she gets a terse note berating her for her lifestyle choices. I guess that's what passes for "thank you" in her mom's world. A couple of years ago, Katie went home to Jacksonville. Her sister let her in the house, but her mom locked herself in the bedroom and wouldn't come out. That's when Katie's dad left. He said that he wouldn't stand for her treating their daughter like something less than a person. Like most parents, he doesn't like all the choices his kids have made over the years, but he loves them just the same. He has voiced his reservations about our living arrangements several times, but he is never irrational and never does it in front of other people or the children. He still lives in Jacksonville, although I think when he retires he's going to move closer to us and Katie's other sister in Atlanta. Melinda's folks came to terms with their daughter's choices years ago and are openly supportive of the way we live. Granted that it's a little unorthodox, but they say that we're the ones who have to do all the hard work, and as long as their daughter is happy, they're happy. Plus, it means extra grandchildren for them to spoil. Of course, her dad did threaten me with unimaginable retribution if I treated his daughter badly, but what father doesn't? I'll tell you this: If any boy breaks one of my little girls's hearts, before I am done, he will beg me to allow him to die. My folks and Leah's parents have been friends since we were in middle school. We did a lot of the same activities so they spent a lot of time together at Brain Brawl tournaments, school dances and band concerts. I think they consider themselvess, even though Leah and I aren't actually married. At first none of them were thrilled with our lifestyle, if only because it was so different. They came around, though; after all, what choice did they have? Both Leah and I have a "if you don't like it, go to hell" attitude and our parents all know it. Besides, they like each other, and they like all of the partners in our relationship. Melinda is usually the first one out of bed, but not with her dad in. At least she comes by it honestly. We toweled off and got dressed. Then I went into the kitchen. She went upstairs. Her father was up and had a pot of coffee going. "When are you heading out?" he asked, looking up from the paper. "I'd like to be on the road by nine." I scrounged around looking for something to eat. "How long's the drive?" "Mapquest says it's three and a half hours," I got the eggs and bacon out of the fridge. "But the way Leah drives, I'd say we'll be there by noon . . . Unless the girls find an outlet mall on the way." "God help you," he chuckled. "At least you're don't have to go anywhere near 285." Growing up in the south, the joke is that when you die, the way to Heaven goes through Atlanta, with a traffic jam on I-75 and a delayed connection out of the airport. I heard water running from the other end of the house. It sounded like Katie and Leah were up. "Are you guys going to be okay with the kids?" I asked. "If by 'okay' you mean, 'Are we going to spoil them rotten as revenge for all the things Melinda did when she was young?', then the answer is yes," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Just no cotton candy and Mountain Dew together this time, please," I patted him on the shoulder. The patter of little feet coming down the steps preceded Kaylee bursting into the kitchen. "Grandad!" She flung herself into Melinda's father's arms. Melinda and her mom followed, the latter holding a still-sleepy Bryan in her arms. "Are you all packed?" her mom gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I grinned. "I hope so. If it's not in a suitcase, we either don't need it or we'll buy another one." "Ready for five days of peace and quiet?" She had become quite adept at holding one of her grandchildren while still performing all of the other things she regularly did, like pouring her morning cup of coffee. "The real question is are you guys and Poppy ready for five days of the rugrats?" I said, referring to Katie's dad. Around our house, all our parents lost their real names. My folks were Grandma and Grandpa. Melinda's parents were Nan-nan and Grandad. Leah's folks were Granny and Papaw. "We'll be fine," Nan-nan replied with a wink. "They'll be spoiled rotten when you get back." "They're spoiled rotten now," Melinda said with a grin. "Where's Poppy?" "Probably sleeping in with the girls." I handed her a mug of coffee. Unlike most little kids, Gwen and Gabby are like Leah. That is, they like to sleep in late. Of course, they also like to stay up late, but even when Leah and Katie started putting them down to bed early, they still slept in. When we built the house, we had just bought a couple of acres of land. We have a gorgeous view of the Blue Ridge Mountains and more space than we could possibly need. I have a cousin who is an architect and although he didn't design our house (he specialises in commercial storage buildings), he hooked us up with another guy in his firm who was absolutely first rate. We have two master suites downstairs, one on each end of the house. Melinda and I occupy one, Katie and Leah the other. In between, we have a kitchen with a dining area, a library/home office, a family room, a formal dining room and a small utility room with a washer and. Down one level from that, we have a four-car garage that lets out around the slope along the back of the house, a game room for grown-ups offering billiards and ping-pong, a room for our exercise equipment, a home theater room for our movie nights and a big space for the kids and their toys. Hidden in the back, just off the exercise room is a door that leads to our other "adult" play room. We keep the door locked and thank God we have a couple more years to come up with a plausible explanation for the kids as to why they can't go in there. Upstairs are a small room for the kids's TV and some more toys, four bedrooms and a hall closet with another washer and dryer in it. No sense in hauling all the kids's stuff up and down the steps if we don't have to, right? On top of that, we have another small house around back. In the original design, it was called a pool house, but we converted it into a workshop and maintenance garage. There's a woodworking shop on one side and a hydraulic lift for my latest car project on the other. There's also a small studio apartment with a kitchenette on the second floor. I don't think anyone has ever spent the night out there and I jokingly say that's where the girls are going to send me once the kids are grown and they want to be rid of me. It's my little sanctuary for the few occasions I get to escape from diapers, Disney Princesses and laundry. Of course, it's also a nice place for trysts when some combination of the four of us wants to sneak away for a little while. Kaylee has her own room, as does Bryan. Gwen and Gabby still share a room, although they will probably each get their own if/when they get tired of being so close to each other's space. The fourth bedroom is our guest room, which was occupied by Katie's dad for now. Melinda's folks had spent the night on the pull-out sofa downstairs, but they would be moving into our room for the week when we left for our vacation. Leah and Katie emerged from their room. Katie gave everyone a good morning kiss while Leah headed upstairs to see how the girls were doing. I fixed a quick and light breakfast while Melinda double-checked everything we packed and Katie played with the kids. Leah and Katie's dad came down a short time later each holding one of the twins. "Poppy!" Kaylee hopped out of Grandad's lap and rushed Katie's father. He shifted Gabi to one arm and scooped Kaylee up in the other, planting a big kiss on her cheek, before settling down at the table for a cup of coffee and some toast. Melinda and I went over the checklist again. Camera. Butt plugs. Cell phone chargers. Medications. Blindfolds. Credit cards. Laptop. Kentucky jelly. Clothes. Strap-on harness. All good to go. I whipped up a big plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. Melinda's mom got out the Bisquick and was on waffle duty. The girls sat down with the kids and made sure everyone got fed. I've never been much of a breakfast person, but I did manage to sneak a few strips of bacon and half a waffle with some yogurt on top. "Don't worry about the dishes," Melinda's mom told me. "Get out of here." "Are you sure?" "Yes," she said, her voice firm and playful at the same time. "Kaylee loves to help out with the dishes, don't you, honey?" "Mmm-hmmm," my little girl smiled. "When are you going to come home, Daddy?" "Next Monday," I took her in my arms and twirled her around the kitchen. "Can you do something for me? I need you to be very good for Nan-nan, Grandad and Poppy . . . You need to be the big sister for Bryan, Gwen and Gabi. Can you do that for me?" "Yes," she said in her big-girl voice. "Good," I gave her one more kiss then picked up her brother. "I share with you," he said reaching for a strip of bacon off my plate. He tore it in half, stuffed one piece in his mouth and then handed me the other. "Luff you, Da-dee." I laughed and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "I love you, too, buddy." "Ready to go?" Poppy asked me. The girls and I cycled through all the kids, giving them some hugs and kisses, then with the grandparents distracting them, we gathered all our stuff and went to load up the Odyssey. I was putting the last of the suitcases in the back when I heard Kaylee yelling for me from the top of the steps. She waved and blew me a kiss. I caught it and put it to my puckered lips. She shut the door and went back to her grandparents, knowing they were going to spend the next five days spoiling her and her siblings with attention and love. We left a number where we could be contacted on the fridge along with all the important numbers for the kids. This was the first time all four of us had gone out together since Gwen and Gabi's "gotcha day", so the girls were a little anxious about leaving them alone. But we knew our folks had more experience parenting than the rest of us, and soon we were on the road to north Georgia. Leah was driving. She's the most prone to motion sickness so she likes to sit in the driver's seat. It helps she has the best temperament for long road trips. She drives a little faster than the average person, but she's very safe and cautious at the same time. I was navigating; in my daily life, I spend enough time hauling the kids around and given the choice, I'd rather not drive. Melinda and Katie were in the captain's chairs in the middle of the van. They were pouring over a map of some outlet malls that weren't far from the cabin like a pair of Rangers planning an airborne assault. We talked idly about the kind of things parents talk about. I snapped a couple of pictures on the digital camera. It's during moments like that when I realize just how lucky I am. When I was 18, if someone had told me that one day I would be a stay-at-home dad, drive a minivan and love three women and four children more than life itself, I'd have told them they were certifiably insane. Yet there I was, riding along with "my" three girls, counting my blessings and marveling at just how beautiful they all are. Each is different, and I think that's what makes us work together. We each seem to compliment the others. Melinda is the most level-headed. Katie is the most passionate. Leah is the smartest and most creative. I'm just there to do the heavy lifting. Don't get the idea that our lives are idyllic or that everything is just perfect for us, but we've found that we communicate well and that ultimately our love for each other trumps the petty arguments and hurt feelings. (And then we get to have make-up sex! Yea!) The one thing all the girls share is a seemingly insatiable sex drive. Maybe it's because the demands of parenthood have cut into our intimate time together. Or maybe it's because they're all in their thirties and are hitting their sexual "plateau". Note that it's a plateau, not a peak; Melinda says all three of them will be going strong for another ten to fifteen years. Me? I think my high water mark was during that week at Disney World. Now I can barely keep up with them. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I swear the girls are going to kill me. At least I'll die with a smile on my face. It's also a good thing they enjoy each other as much as they do me. The ride down started out uneventful enough. We got on the interstate until we got on US 23 south. This is what traveling is all about: two and four lane highways. Mom and pop restaurants, local hardware stores and all sorts of Americana lining the roadways; not the fast food chains and truckstops and Super Wal-Marts that line the interstates. It's very Route-66 romantic. (I was going to make an analogy to the movie Cars but that would only prove to you, dear reader, how my life is dominated by two and five year-olds! It's a wonder I can still construct a sentence that doesn't involve making baby noises.) It is my dream to take the girls and the kids on a road trip across the country driving just like this: US highways, local restaurants and bed-and-breakfasts. Of course, with four kids and four adults, we'll need an RV, but that's okay. Maybe drive the Pacific Coast Highway from Mexico to Canada or US-1 from Bar Harbor to Key West. We'd have to wait until the kids were older, of course, but I think that would be a blast. Either that, or we'd be ready to strangle each other after four hours on the road. Anyway, Leah and I were talking in the front seats. She had just gotten a promotion at work and we were plotting how to spend the extra money she was making. She wanted to put it away for the kids's college funds; I said she should buy herself a bunch of shoes and a new car to replace the older model she normally drove. Go figure. What we didn't notice was that Katie and Melinda had fallen silent. Or rather, they had been reduced to moans and delighted squeals. "Your Accord is six years old," I told my high school friend, oblivious to the two in the back. "I know it's not falling apart, but if you want that new Lexus or one of those hybrids, you should get one." "I know . . . It's just . . ." Then Leah glanced up into the rear-view mirror. "Hey! What the hell are you two doing?" I heard Katie inhale sharply. "I'm, ah . . . oh, fuck . . . getting one of my . . . Yes! Right there! . . . birthday presents . . ." Turning, I saw both of the captain's chairs were empty. Leah's wife was in the back seat, her shapely legs resting on the headrests of the seats in front of her. Her eyes were shut. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. "We were wondering . . . oh, Jesus! . . . when you would . . . OH! . . . notice," Katie purred. Melinda was on her knees between the middle row seats. Her face was buried in between Katie's thighs. Our redheaded lover braced herself with one hand against the back seat. In the other hand, Katie had a handful of Melinda's hair, pulling the blonde's mouth into her neatly trimmed pussy. "That's it . . . yes! . . . Eat that pussy," she rambled. "You are so fucking good . . ." It's a good thing we got tinted windows on the van, huh? I looked on, entranced, as my wife went down on Katie. Even though I had been watching my lovers with each other for the past eleven years, the sight still turns me on. The girls get along famously, and not just in bed. Weekend Getaway But their sexual chemistry is only enhanced by their love for each other. Leah has often told me that Melinda has the most natural talent of the four of us. It's because she is very empathic. She senses what her lovers need and can read our desires as a second nature. She knows our weak spots, she knows when to lead us on and when to send us over the edge. Plus, she has an amazing tongue. And she's certainly not afraid to use it. I couldn't see her using that tongue, but I could see its effects. Katie's expression was one of pure bliss. She bucked her hips into Melinda's face. My attention was so focused on the two in the back, I jumped when Leah reached over and touched my leg. "Take it out," she whispered. As if I had to be told twice! I unbuckled my belt just as Leah opened my zipper. I was already hard. "Damn, you're ready to go!" "Stroke me," I breathed. My gaze fell on Melinda's voluptuous hips. My cock grew longer with each of Leah's skilled pulls. "You know you want to," Leah said softly. "I'll be right back," I promised, but not before reaching over to pinch one of our driver's erect nipples. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lifted the armrest and practically vaulted into the back of the minivan. Melinda purred as I ran my hands over her round ass. I lifted her skirt and found that she wasn't wearing any panties. Two of my fingers slipped into her easily. Katie's eyes were hooded over with pleasure as my wife continued to lick her pussy. She wasn't using her hands, just her tongue and lips. I met my redheaded lover's gaze. She smiled at me and then suddenly gasped, arching her back and thrusting her pussy forward into Melinda's able mouth. "Fuckin' yeah!" "Someone liked that," Leah smiled from the driver's seat. I looked over my shoulder long enough to see her blow me a kiss. With one hand, I pushed my khakis down. I got on my knees behind Melinda and rubbed the head of my cock against her slit. It was instantly coated with her juice. Melinda paused long enough to let out a low moan. "Fuck me." I rubbed my head against her pussy a couple of times and then pushed forward. "Don't stop eating that pussy," Katie moaned from the back seat. "If your husband cums before I do, you're going to be my bitch all weekend!" Smiling to myself, I grabbed Melinda by the hips and thrust my cock violently into her. She let out a surprised gasp. "Don't stop!" Katie warned. There was a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I picked up my pace, trying my best to distract my wife from the job she was doing on our lover. Katie's eyes rolled up into her head. Melinda must have done that thing with her tongue that Leah says is amazing. There was no way I was going to cum so soon, but I did my best to make Melinda think I was close. I'm no dummy. As much as I love the other girls, my wife is my first true love and if I shot off before Katie got hers, there would be hell to pay in my bedroom. Besides, I wanted to make this fuck last as long as I could. Building a steady rhythm, I moved my cock in and out of Melinda's slick pussy. Katie was writhing around on the back seat. Her teeth were clenched. Her breaths came shorter. "Goddam! . . . Yes! YES!" Katie cried out again. Her mouth fell open. I pounded into Melinda, watching Katie's face as the cum hit her. Her red hair had fallen over her eyes. Melinda's head bobbed in her lap. Pushing forward one last time, I buried my cock inside my wife and it began to pulse. My hands gripped her ass as I held my sex inside her. All the while, Melinda continued to work over the girl in the back seat with her mouth. I think Katie's screams were as exciting to me as being inside Melinda. After a few moments, the only sounds in the van were the ambient road noise and some low purring from the far back seat. Melinda was still between Katie's legs, but she was only kissing our lover gently. Bringing her down slowly from her orgasm. Katie's eyes were closed. Her breath was ragged. Smiling to myself, I smacked Melinda on the backside playfully, then pulled my limp cock out of her pussy. I stood as best I could in the minivan, drew my pants up and then climbed back into the front seat. Leah looked over at me, desire and a little bit of jealousy in her eyes. Glancing in to the back of the van, I saw Melinda get off her knees and crawl into the seat with Katie. They were whispering softly to each other between tender kisses. Our vacation had started with a bang. This was going to be a great weekend! ************************ The cabin was every bit as great as promised. Actually the term "cabin" is a little misleading. It was really a 3,200 square foot luxury house out in the woods. It had a rustic look to it, but all the conveniences of home. There were five bedrooms, four full baths, two half-baths, a great room with a fireplace, a wraparound deck and a kitchen that was bigger than my first apartment. Located in a gated community of similar vacation homes, it was ideal for what we wanted: five days of peace and solitude. There was a grocery store up the road, outlet malls not far away and the closest neighbour was about a quarter mile away. We unloaded the van and got settled in. There were two master suites in this house. Katie and Leah moved their stuff into the larger one. It had a stand-up shower, large jacuzzi tub and a bed that would fit the four of us if we didn't mind being friendly (which we didn't). To have enough room, Melinda and I set our stuff in the other suite, which was a little smaller, but that didn't matter. We'd probably all be hopping from bed to bed all weekend anyway. Melinda and Leah began unpacking our things while Katie and I went to the store to get groceries. It was pretty fancy for being out in the woods, but the luxury vacationers created a market for high-end items not normally found at the typical IGA. We bought enough food to last us a few days and then headed back to the house. It was mid-March and the weather was a little cool, but he sun was out, making it feel just right. I drove the van back. Katie and I chatted idly, holding hands. Each of us was taking a night to cook. This night (Thursday), I took my turn. At the store, I had picked up some chicken and pasta. As I worked in the kitchen, the girls lounged around on the couches, each taking a turn at heckling me or stopping by for a taste. The four of us enjoyed each other's company. Though we talked about the kids, we were happy to have a conversation that didn't involve Dora the Explorer or the Wiggles. We ate dinner in front of the fireplace in the great room. We threw the pillows off the couches and sat on the floor. Our bodies intertwined. Not sexually, but playfully. We switched often, just wanting to be close to each other. "I've got to get the kitchen cleaned up," I said, patting Katie on the hip. She pulled me close and stole a kiss. "Hey, watch it!" Leah called, swatting at her wife's backside. "It's not your birthday yet!" Katie pouted. "You're really going to make me go a week without any cock?" "I've got a cock for you," the brunette said teasingly. With our parents in, we tried to keep our bed-swapping to a minimum and it really had been almost a week since I had either Leah or Katie. I made a mental note to give both girls some extra attention this weekend. "Mmmmm," Katie purred. "I think you need to get ready for me." "Go on, you two," Melinda said, getting up. I looked over at the clock on the stove. It was later than I had thought. "We'll clean up and see you in the morning." The other two disappeared into the main bedroom, their hands pawing at each other. Melinda washed up most of the dishes while I played with her butt, groped her wondrous breasts and pretended like I was helping out. We turned out all the lights and went into the second bedroom. We undressed; neither of us bothered to put on any pajamas. Instead we brushed our teeth and slipped into the comfortable bed. I held my wife close. Her skin felt so soft. "Make love to me," she whispered. My lips went to hers and we kissed tenderly. I squeezed one of her breasts gently, then moved my hands lower down her body. "No," she said quietly, when my fingertips brushed the lips of her pussy. She was already wet. "I want you inside me." A hand was at the back of my neck and she pulled me to her. I got up on my knees and mounted her. Melinda's other hand guided the head of my cock between her legs. I slid into her easily. "I love you," she whispered as I pushed forward gently until I bottomed out. Her arms were around me, pulling me close. My lips went to the side of her neck. We made love gently. There are so many things I love about my wife, I don't know where to begin. The softness of her skin. Her full breasts pressed against me. Her warmth around my cock. The tenderness of her touch. Neither of us spoke. I built a steady rhythm, intent of giving her a deep, satisfying orgasm. I felt her hands reach around and pull my ass towards her. She squeezed me with her pussy, sending a tingle up and down my spine. "Cum inside me," she whispered in my ear. "Cum all over me, now." Melinda arched her back as I picked up my pace. I put a hand on her breast. She cried out softly when I pinched her nipple. Soft starlight shone through the windows, bathing her in a blueish glow. Her eyes were closed. "Cum for me," she said softly. I pushed forward firmly and felt her pussy flood with a familiar warmth. Her mouth fell open. "Oh, yes!" Moaning softly, I felt my balls contract and I emptied myself into her. I collapsed into her arms and kissed her gently. Hard and fast or slow and steady, Melinda and I liked to make love both ways, but lately, we enjoyed the long, unhurried lovemakings. It was even better when we didn't have to worry about keeping an ear on the baby monitor or a hurried quickie between trips to soccer practice and the doctor's. I started to roll off her, but she stopped me. Melinda held me for a long time. My flaccid cock was still inside her. "I love you," she told me again. Her lips went to my neck and she nibbled softly on my skin. The two of us cuddled for a long time. I savoured the softness of her skin and the warmth of her touch. Our bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I pulled away long enough to pull the top sheet over us. "Do you miss this?" she said quietly. "Miss what?" "This . . . just you and me." While Melinda and I had a lot of sex (even for married couples), it was rarely just the two of us in a quiet, relaxed place. We managed a number of hot and heavy quickies and the occasional three or fourway with the other two girls. The morning, just as the sun was coming up, was our favourite time. Yet when we were at home, one of us always had to keep an ear open for the kids, or it always seemed like we needed to go somewhere. And often, with four kids in the house, we valued sleep as much as any intimate time we might have. A couple of times, we actually paid a babysitter to watch the kids while we retreated into our basement "adult" play room, but we were always conscious of the other people in the house. Here, it was just the two of us. I started to say something, but stopped. What was she getting at? "Sometimes," I whispered, still inside her. "Do you?" Melinda's hands ran up and down my back. "I miss being able to call in to work, stay home and fuck like rabbits all day long. . . . I miss you and me going down to St. Augustine and making love on the balcony of that hotel on the beach. . ." Her voice trailed off. I kissed her gently. "We can't go back to that," she said after a minute, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "We have kids and lovers and responsibilities and all that . . . Still, it would be nice, wouldn't it?" "It would," I agreed, but there was no regret in my voice. I don't think this is an uncommon experience for people. In many ways, our lives were in a rut. We had a routine. For Melinda, it involved getting up and going to the university and being the chair of the English department, publishing a paper or two and being a mommy to four wonderful children. For me, it was school and daycare and cleaning up around the house and picking the kids up and driving all over Creation to do the little things necessary to keep our household running. Spontaneity was generally gone from our lives. We also had two housemates, two lovers, two best friends and two partners in our lives, too. They had needs and obligations, too, and they shared themselves with us as freely as we shared ourselves with them. At the same time, I could also understand where Melinda was coming from. I don't think she envisioned her life turning out this way. I certainly didn't. "But I wouldn't trade the lives we have for anything," I said gently. "I have a wife and friends and kids I love more than anything. We have enough money and things to be comfortable. We're all healthy . . ." "I know," she said softly. Something was eating at her and she wasn't giving me much to work with. In that way, Melinda can be quite frustrating to deal with. She took a deep breath, held it and then let it out, the tension leaving her as well. With one more kiss, I pulled out, my limp cock slick with our juices. I rolled over on my back and cradled Melinda in my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder and I wrapped her in a loving embrace. "I love you, Melinda," I said again. "I love you more than life itself." She planted a tender kiss on my collarbone. "I know . . . I love you, too." We held each other for the rest of the night. ************************ "So what's the plan for today?" I asked Katie. Melinda was downstairs on the treadmill and Leah was still in bed. I put some honey-walnut cream cheese on a bagel and slid it over to my lover. Her hair was a mess. Her robe was tied loosely around the waist, but hung open enough to flash me teasing glimpses of her perky little breasts. "I'm not sure," Katie replied before taking a bite. I finished off my own bagel and slid onto the barstool next to her. We talked idly for a little while. When we were finished, I reached over for her plate and semi-deviously slid my hand inside her robe. Her nipple hardened at my touch. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. She inhaled sharply. Her lips caressed my earlobe. Katie purred in my ear when I nibbled between her breasts. My hand slid down her body, caressing her gently. She gasped as I reached between her legs. Her fingers pulled at my hair. I lifted my head and kissed her deeply. She spread her legs willingly as she moaned the words I did not want to hear. "No . . . please . . ." "But it's your birthday," my lips traced a line up her neck to her ear. "Leah said I have to wait," she said mournfully. "She only said you had to wait until your birthday," I said, searching for any technicality I could use to get in between Katie's legs. "Leah and Melinda said I had to wait until tonight," she corrected her earlier statement. There was more than a little regret in her voice. Hunger, too. "They don't have to find out," I whispered in her ear. My hands reached under her the perfect globes of her ass and I pulled her close to me. Katie wrapped her legs around me and pulled me to her. I bit her collarbone gently and she cried out. "No . . . not there," she said with a plaintive moan. I continued to roam her body with my mouth, lingering on all the sensitive parts. "Leah and Melinda will kill us." Inwardly, I smiled to myself. I held Katie for a few more moments. We kissed eagerly. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. I wanted to get her all worked up before I knew I had to put her down. If Melinda and Leah said Katie had to wait until tonight, we had to wait. That didn't mean I was going to like it. Or that I wasn't going to have a little fun, too, but it did mean the part of me that wanted to throw the redhead down on the couch and fuck her brains out would have to get itself under control. Still holding Katie's lithe body in my arms, I walked over to the couch and set her on the arm. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and kissed my way back down to her breasts. "If I can't fuck you, am I allowed to eat you out?" I whispered. Her response was a long moment coming. Her eyes were glazed over with desire. "No . . . I'm not even supposed to let you do this much . . . Leah said . . ." She gave out a surprised yelp when I pulled back and flipped her over onto her stomach. Katie tried to lift herself up, but I pushed her down on the couch. Her ass stuck up in the air. I began to grind on her wonderful ass, which was still covered by the robe. I had on a pair of sweatpants, but I'm sure she could feel my hard cock against her. "Please stop," Katie groaned. She didn't sound like she meant the words, but I also knew that she wouldn't let me go much further. Still, I had to get in one last dig. I grabbed a handful of her long, auburn hair and pulled. She gasped. I pressed my cock against her ass and leaned over. My other hand reached around and pinched one of her nipples. I bit her earlobe. "I am going to fuck your brains tonight," I promised. "You're goddam right you are," she breathed. For me, that was the point of no return. I either needed to stand up and clean up after my breakfast, or I was going to ravage my lover, who wasn't supposed to have me until after dinner. With a disappointed sigh, I pulled back. Katie lay over the arm of the couch for a moment and then got up and tried to straighten herself out. I went to the sink; every step was a struggle for me not to rush back over and have my way with her. Leah stumbled out of the bedroom a few minutes later. She ambled over to me and gave me a good-morning kiss. She looked over at her wife. "What's got you all hot and bothered?" Leah asked with a wry smile. "You two haven't been naughty this morning have you?" "No," Katie replied, obviously frustrated. Our brunette lover walked over to her wife and kissed her. Katie's jaw dropped when Leah touched her. "Someone's all wet," Leah purred. There was a mild—but mischievous—scolding in her tone. "How'd you get this way, Katie?" "I don't know." That wasn't very convincing. "Liar." Leah smacked Katie across the breasts, causing the other girl to cry out. She pushed the redhead down on the couch and pushed her legs apart. I craned my neck to get a good view. Katie threw her head back as Leah tongue lapped at her pussy. After a second, Leah stood up, leaving the other girl frustrated for the second time that morning. "You're right . . . I guess you two haven't been bad," she said with a wink. "I'm sorry for doubting you." "So why can't I have sex with the birthday girl?" I pouted once all the mess was put away. "You can," Leah teased. "Just not now." I smacked her across the backside. "Maybe I should just fuck you instead." She only laughed at me. "Not now, tiger. I don't want to wear you out before tonight. We've got something big planned for you and Katie tonight." "What would that be?" Leah's wife asked. "It's a surprise." "Is torturing me part of her surprise?" "No, love," Leah replied with a laugh. "That's just an added bonus." I swatted her on the backside one more time for good measure then went to fix my best friend something to eat. We sat around the kitchen and eventually Melinda came back upstairs. She set her iPod down on the counter and gave us each a kiss. "So what do you guys want to do today?" I asked. The beauty of being on this kind of vacation is that if you don't want to do anything, you don't have to. Weekend Getaway "Well, I'm going to take a shower and then I thought we'd head over to the outlet mall over in Dawsonville," Melinda said, finishing off her cup of coffee. "Is that the one with the Coach store?" Leah asked. "It is," Melinda replied. "There's a map over there by the phone." "That sounds good to me," Katie said. You'll notice they didn't bother to include me in any discussion on the shopping. "What time do we need to get back?" Melinda asked. Leah thought for a second. Tonight was her night to cook. "What time do we want to eat? Six? Six-thirty? If we get back by four, I should have enough time . . . if someone will help me." I smiled back at her. "I don't know if I can . . . you know, going a whole week without a dose of Katie makes me too weak to cook . . ." "You are so full of shit," Melinda punched me playfully on the shoulder. "Brown eyes, baby!" "He'll help you cook," my wife said. "If he doesn't, maybe we'll give Katie her present without him." The three girls shared a look and laughed. I followed Melinda into the shower and we washed each other off. There was no sex; apparently she was into the whole no-sex-until-after-dinner thing, too. (Drat!) But I always enjoy bathing with my girls. There's something intimate about being naked with someone you love. Cleaning them, being washed . . . it's not just erotic, but it's comforting and familiar at the same time. We threw a bunch of bottled waters into a backpack and got in the van. I was driving this time; Leah was in the passenger's seat navigating. Actually, she just punched the mall's address into the GPS and I followed the arrow. The day passed quickly. There were most of the usual outlet stores there: Williams-Sonoma, Nike, Tommy Hilfiger, Harry & David et al. The girls wandered in and out of most of the stores leaving me to explore on my own. I figured they'd call me if they found something and needed it carried to the van. We met at lunch time in the food court. The girls showed off their bargain finds. I had a bag with some new khakis and polo shirts in it. In another bag, I had a couple of matching outfits that would look really cute on the twins. One of the funny things about being a parent is that most of the stuff we found wasn't for us; it was for our kids. After lunch, the girls headed off to explore the other half of the complex, while I stowed our stuff away in the car. I was headed towards the Kay-Bee store when I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw a woman walking towards me. She was about my height and had a head of full, dark hair. I didn't recognise her but she seemed familiar. Her olive skin was perfectly toned and she had the deepest brown eyes. "Hey, I thought that was you! What are you doing here?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth (and now that I could hear her better), I knew who she was. "Mimi!" She reached out to me and we shared a tentative, but warm, hug. "How have you been?" I asked. We both took a second to give one another the elevator look (i.e.—up and down). The years had been very good to her. "Wonderful! You haven't changed a bit. What have you been up to?" Yesmine went to high school with Leah and me. She got a scholarship to Princeton and last I checked was married to her high school sweetheart, Geoff Meadows. "You know . . . married, kids, the usual," I said, even though "the usual" doesn't apply to us. "How are you doing?" I hadn't seen Mimi since the summer after graduation. We went on a couple of dates in high school, but nothing ever came of it. I looked her over. I could tell she was doing the same to me. Both of us were packing a few extra pounds (me more than her), but she was just as pretty as I had remembered. "Funny seeing you here," she said. "What are the chances?" I replied with a smile. "I missed you at the reunion." It may have just been me, but there seemed to be a hint of regret in her voice. "There will be more," Over her shoulder, I noticed the girls walking our way, each carrying a bag of stuff. "Come on, Mimi, there are some people I want you to meet." Leah's face brightened when she recognised Yesmine and she rushed over to give her a friendly hug. Katie and Melinda gave her the once-over and I could tell Mimi was sizing them up as well. It's just what girls do. "How long has it been?" Yesmine said. Leah counted the years backwards in her head. "At least twelve years. What are you doing here?" I introduced Melinda and Katie and the five of us soon got to talking. Mimi and her husband were also on vacation. They were living in Atlanta and also needed a weekend away. She's a lawyer and he teaches high school. I hadn't seen either in over a decade. Our 10 year reunion was four years ago. Both Leah and I decided to skip it. At the time, neither of us wanted to face all the questions and rumours about our relationship and the others in our lives. Of course, we knew some of what people were saying about us, but we just didn't want to deal with it then. After I introduced Melinda and Katie, Yesmine shot me and Leah a curious glance. Neither of us said a word, although I was sure she would be asking us in private. None of us are ashamed of our relationship, although we do know that it's unusual. We guard our privacy, although our closest friends know what the situation is. We were finally forced to confront the fact that we would have to come up with a public explanation when Kaylee started school. Kids talk. That's a fact of life. We knew that once she began going to daycare, she would be telling all her friends that her mommy and daddy lived with two other women who she also sometimes called mommy. And then there were her brother and sisters. Things were fine when she was in a private daycare, but before she started kindergarten, we sat down with her and explained that not everyone had a daddy and three mommies in a way we thought a five year old would understand. Things went over fairly well, I think. The reaction of the other parents of kids in Kaylee's class ranged from indifference to curiosity to open disdain. Some of the fundy Christian parents asked to have their children moved to another class, but most of the folks just raised an eyebrow and went about their business. After all, Leah is a local celebrity of sorts and rumours of her lifestyle had been circulating in the Asheville area for years, so it's not like it was a complete surprise. Just more fodder for the gossip mill. Plus, Melinda has tenure and Katie's partners need her more than she needs them so we don't worry about job security. We talked some more but soon Yesmine said she had to meet Geoff. We swapped cell phone numbers, but not before the girls invited them over for dinner on Sunday night. Yesmine said they'd love to visit with us and promised to call for directions later. "Mimi looks good," Leah said to me, as the four of us watched her hips sway back and forth as she walked away. "Didn't you go out with her?" Melinda asked, trying to needle me. "Yeah, a couple of times," I replied absently, my eyes still on Yesmine's shapely backside. "We went to see R.E.M. our—what was it, junior year?—and Jimmy Buffett senior year." "You took her to see Jimmy Buffett but you wouldn't take Leah?" Katie said. "Leah already had a date," I grinned. "Who did you end up going with?" She had to think for a minute. "Matt Elkins. He was a creep. Bastard kept trying to feel me up during the show." "You didn't complain when I was feeling you up during the Jimmy Buffett concert," Katie said teasingly. "That's because you aren't as smarmy as Matt, baby," Leah giggled and kissed her wife, which drew some curious stares from those around us. Mimi turned the corner and the four of us went back to our shopping. Of course, the girls had all purchased bags and bags worth of stuff and I got stuck carrying everything back to the car. A little while later, we were back at the cabin. Leah was making fondue. Melinda let me off the hook and was helping out while Katie and I canoodled on the couch. Leah chopped up some vegetables for the vegetable broth while Melinda was grating a mix of cheese that was soon mixed in with a little bit of wine, some garlic, a shot of cherry liqueur and a dash of nutmeg. The girls were also slicing up a mix of bread, meats and even mixing up some sauces for the main course. Katie and I took turns heckling the two in the kitchen and making out like we were 22 again. We were teasing each other knowing that later that night our forced drought would be over. When the meal was ready, I built a fire in the fireplace and poured the wine while Katie threw all the pillows off the couches. We sat on the floor with the electric fondue pots on the coffee table. After the cheese fondue for our appetizer, we used the chicken broth to cook a mix of shrimp, chicken, beef, salmon and even some sliced lobster tail. Eating is one of our few vices. We've cut back on our portions over the years (or else we'd be big as houses) but we all like to try new things and fondue is one of our favourites. "To the birthday girl," I said, raising my glass. My lovers did the same. "No one has every looked so good for twenty-one." Katie snorted softly. Leah giggled. "And to many more birthdays," Melinda added. "Shared with friends," Katie said, looking each of us in the eyes. Her gaze softened and I saw the love she had for each of us. Leah leaned over and gave Katie a kiss. Melinda and I did the same. I finished off the last little bit of my wine, but I noticed that the girls had only sipped at their drinks all night. The rest of the meal passed with us sharing food with one another. The dinner was wonderful, but the company was even better. I helped Leah clean up while Melinda and Katie watched us from the couch. Leah brought the fixings for a dark chocolate fondue, but no one was ready for dessert yet. Instead we just let our food settle and we talked some more. There were no worries. No rush. With the dishes done, I went back to the bedroom and came back with Melinda and my present for Katie. "We said 'no gifts'," the birthday girl scolded us. "The weekend was my present." "Yeah, well . . . we changed our minds," Melinda said. That's the thing about women; they do that. And when they do, there's no use in arguing. Believe me: I live with three of them. Katie took the jewelry box in her hands and slipped it out of the wrapping paper. Hanging from a simple gold chain, we bought her a pendant in the shape of a four-leaf clover with a quarter carat diamond in place of each leaf. She held it reverently as it glimmered in the firelight. There was a hint of reproach in her eyes—if only for spending so much—but there was also tenderness and appreciation. She handed the pendant to Leah and lifted her hair while her wife put it on. Katie then took Melinda and I in her arms, one at a time and then both of us at once, and gave us deep passionate kisses. "You know," Katie said to Melinda. "When you first kissed me, if you'd told me that I'd be in love with the three of you eleven years later, I'd have thought you were crazy." "And if you had told me eleven years ago that the sweet, innocent little girl you were would turn into a kinky, sex-crazed maniac, I'd have thought you were crazy," Melinda replied. "So are you ready for your other present?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager. "Down, boy!" Leah taunted me. "We haven't had dessert yet." "I thought Katie was dessert," I retorted playfully. "I like the sound of that," the birthday girl said. "It's been so long, I've almost forgotten what it was like to have a dick inside me." "I'm gonna give you a fucking you'll never forget," I promised. The girls all laughed, and in retrospect, there seemed to be a nervous undercurrent in all three of them. "I'll go get him ready for you," Melinda pulled me to my feet and led me to the master bedroom. We lit a handful of candles around the room and then she began peeling my clothes off. I tore at hers, too. Soon we were both naked and I found myself laying on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge. Melinda was on her knees in front of me. Her head bobbed up and down. "Damn, that feels good," I moaned in response to her expert oral ministrations. I was erect almost instantly and Melinda's skilled mouth made me as hard as steel. A couple of times, I felt like she was going to make me cum, but each time, she held off enough to bring me back from the edge. My hands went to her shoulders and I had to resist the urge to thrust upwards into her mouth. Melinda says girls like the control they have when giving a blow job. I think the guy's instinct is to either push down on her head or fuck the girl's mouth, but it's not a pussy. And gagging isn't necessarily good or desirable. I let her lead me on, enjoying the attention she was paying to my cock. The three girls are generally submissive, at least to me. Katie is the most aggressive in bed, and she is known to take the "top" role, especially with Leah, but sometimes with the rest of us, too. Melinda is assertive and dominant with the other two, but she also loves to be blindfolded and tied down. However, when it comes to oral sex, the girls like to be submissive when receiving and in control when giving. And I'm not complaining. I love the attention my girls put into giving fellatio and I try my best when reciprocating. I also love Melinda's tongue. She can work magic with it, and both Leah and Katie agree with me. My head rolled instinctively from left to right, and that's usually Melinda's signal that I'm about to cum, so she held back a little. I felt her lips sucking on the head of my cock and her hands worked up and down the shaft. After a few minutes, I felt another set of hands on my balls and someone slipped into the bed with me. Looking to my right, found Leah—naked—in bed with me. She ran her hands over my chest before leaning in to give me a deep kiss. I reached over and squeezed her breasts gently. We gasped simultaneously; Leah because I pinched her nipple just a little too hard, me because one mouth was working on my cock and another was sucking on my balls. "I think he's ready," Leah said softly. Looking down I saw Melinda and Katie side by side, sharing my cock in their hungry mouths. I nodded my head eagerly. Melinda stood and pushed me back on the bed. She propped up a couple of pillows and lay back. Leah pushed me into her arms so I was laying against my wife, my head resting on her soft, pillowy breasts. "I love you," Melinda whispered in my ear. Her arms reached around me, pulling me into her embrace. Turning, I gave her a kiss, but then my attention was drawn back to our other two lovers. Leah and Katie pulled on my cock, just to make sure it was hard. "I've been waiting all week for this," Katie declared. She wasn't taking her time and seemed to be in a rush to get me inside her. I'm not complaining; I'm just sayin'. We both moaned as she rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy. After a couple of strokes, my cock was covered in her juices. All day we had been flirting back and forth, knowing that tonight we were finally going to be together, after a week of abstinence. She was nude, with only her wedding band and her birthday pendant glistening in the soft candlelight. Her red hair hung down around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed. My hands went to the soft points on her chest. Katie's nipples hardened immediately. She bit her lip as I entered her. Leah curled up in the crook of my arm and watched her wife lower herself down on me. Katie and I let out satisfied moans, savouring the initial penetration. "God, you feel so good," she said softly. I looked up at her face, which was bathed in the soft glow of the candles. She slowly lowered herself down until I bottomed out. I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly. She leaned over and gave Leah and Melinda similar treatment. "Your pussy is so fucking tight," I whispered. "Even after all the fucking you give it?" Leah stuck her tongue in my ear. "Yes," I replied looking up at Katie. "Even after all these years. I love being inside you." We started out slow. Melinda nibbled gently on the side of my neck. Leah cuddled up to me and reached out to touch Katie's neatly trimmed pussy. The girl on top of me sat back and started to grind slowly on me. I bucked my hips in time with hers. With her head thrown back, Katie moved a little bit faster. She leaned forward into my arms, which were braced against her chest. I looked down and saw Leah's other hand absently playing with her own pussy. I brushed her hand away and began to stroke her in time with Katie and me. She moaned softly as we picked up the pace. Even Melinda began to move in time with us. I turned my head and kissed my wife, but she turned my attention back to the birthday girl. "I love riding you," Katie moaned. "I want you to cum inside me." Sitting up, I kissed the valley in between her breasts. Her arms wrapped around my head and she pulled me eagerly to one of her nipples. I suckled on her, paying careful attention to each of the little buds on her chest. I flicked my tongue across each one, causing Katie to squeal with delight. Her hips moved faster. She was grinding her clit against the top of my cock. I thrust upwards into her. She cried out as Leah's mouth went to the nipple that wasn't in my mouth. "Fuckin' yeah!" Katie's fingernails dug into my shoulders as our rhythm picked up. Melinda's hands pulled me back down to her. I looked up at my lover and our eyes met. Hers were filled with hunger and desire and . . . something else. "Cum in me," Katie whispered again. "Cum all over me." Faster. Harder. Katie went from riding me to impaling herself on my cock. With each stroke, she let out a desperate moan. I tried to match her strokes, but I couldn't. Instead I simply thrust upwards, trying to give her as much of myself as I could. Leah stopped rubbing Katie's clit and was now working on my balls. Melinda was blowing softly into my ear and kissing the nape of my neck. I was in sensory overload heaven and it wasn't even my birthday. Her pace had become so fast, Katie put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. "Cum in her," Melinda said softly. "Cum all over Katie's tight little pussy. You know you want to . . . Give her all that cum like you gave me this morning." It seemed like Melinda was trying to coax me on when I didn't really need any encouragement. I was trying to hold off until Katie had her orgasm and from the look on her face, I wasn't going to have to wait much longer. "Fuck!" Katie growled. "Fuck . . . fuckfuckfuckfuck . . ." She gritted her teeth and began to move her hips back and forth rapidly. This is the part I like the best. When my lover loses control. "I'm about to cum," she said through her clenched teeth. "I'm about to cum all over you . . . Are you going to cum, too?" "Yes," I croaked. I tried to meet each of her thrusts with one of my own. "I'm going to cum inside that pussy!" "Good . . . Cum with me!" Katie looked down at me. I was almost there. Her fingernails dug into my chest. Leah squeezed my balls and without warning slipped a finger into my ass. I cried out with a mixture of shock and pleasure. "Give me my present!" My eyes met my redheaded lover's. Something inexplicable passed in between us. For the briefest moment, I forgot about the woman holding me in her arms. I no longer saw the woman who was holding my lover up and was playing with my butt. There was just Katie and me. Weekend Getaway She lifted her hips one more time and came down on me hard and strong. I felt her pussy flood with warmth. Katie cried out, but her eyes never left mine. "I'm cumming!" she moaned. All I could do was grunt and meet her thrust. We held it for just a second, both of us on the edge of our orgasms. Then I felt my balls contract in Leah's hand. "Cum in me!" Katie shouted. I tried in vain to hold it for just a fraction of a second longer, but I couldn't. "I'm cumming!" The room started to spin. Leaning over, Katie kissed me hard and deep as my cock began to pulse. As the blood pumped through my veins, I almost didn't hear her next words. "Cum in me," she whispered in my ear, ecstasy in her voice. "Cum all over me . . . Give me a baby!" Through the haze, it took me a second to realise what she had just said. I arched my back as cum poured out of my cock and into Katie's womb. "That's it," Melinda's lips were on my neck. Her breath was cool in my ear. "Cum for us. Cum inside her. We're going to spend all weekend making babies . . . just like this." Katie collapsed into my arms and Leah cuddled up to us. I wheezed for breath, partly from our recent exertions, and partly from the confusion of what the girls had just sprung on me. It took a few moments for the tunnel vision to pass. I held Katie in my limp grasp. My cock twitched inside her. She lifted up enough to straighten out her legs so they wouldn't cramp up, but there was no way she was going to let me out of her. I kissed her gently and then turned and looked bewilderedly at Melinda. She smiled knowingly at me. A part of me felt like I had been ambushed. The notion of me fathering children with Leah and/or Katie had come up in the past but none of us really wanted that. At least that's what they told me. For Melinda and I, Kaylee and Bryan were something special we had that was just between us. Katie and Leah also wanted children of their own so they adopted. Once it was all said and done, though, we loved all four of the kids as if they were our very own and I didn't think of Gwen and Gabi as "theirs", nor do I consider Kaylee and Bryan "ours". There were also the financial and emotional considerations of having more children in our home. Did we have the energy to raise more kids? Having enough love to go around was never the issue. Nor was money. Combined, the three girls all made enough for us to live comfortably, especially considering that our house was paid off and our retirements are secured after our dalliances in stocks and real estate from five or six years ago. But it seemed like our schedules pulled us all in different directions. Could we handle more children? I didn't know the answer to all of the questions that began swimming in my mind. What I did know is that no matter what happened, I was still going to love the three girls I was with more than anything. This subject hadn't been raised in three or four years and for me to find out that the girls had changed their minds like this was a little shocking. At the same time, if there were anyone else out there I would want to make babies with, it's Katie and Leah. Those two girls mean the world to me. Melinda, too. My wife held my gaze for just a moment then she nodded and gave me a reassuring smile. The look in her eyes promised that we'd talk good and long about this later. The four of us held each other for a long time in silence. Katie and I were trying to catch our breaths. Leah and Melinda cradled us in their arms. We lay like that for a long time. I was still inside Katie. Melinda and Leah ran their fingertips over our bodies. "Thank you," Katie kissed both Melinda and me, but I couldn't tell which of us she was talking to. I held her in my arms as Leah snuggled up to us, all the while leaning back into Melinda's warm embrace. "Are you guys going to tell me what that was about?" I said finally. The girls all shared a look. An awkward silence fell over the room. I think they were afraid I would be angry. "We want babies," Leah said after a few moments. "We've got babies," I reminded them. "Gwen, Gabi and Bryan are all under three." Leah started to say something else, but stopped, as if searching for just the right thing to say. "We love our kids," Katie said. "We love your kids. But we wanted some kids that were ours. As in the four of us. I know you think of Gwen and Gabi as your children . . . we love Kaylee and Bryan as if they were ours . . . but we wanted a baby that all four of us made . . . together." "So I'm knocking you up to make a baby for all of us?" My reply was more flippant than I intended. "Actually," Melinda paused for a moment. Leah snickered. Katie just grinned. "You're going to knock all of us up this weekend. . . . We're shooting for three babies." I tried to find the words but couldn't. Very few things shock me. But that left me speechless. "We've been talking about this for a while." Melinda saw that I was having a difficult time processing what was going on. "We decided that now was as good a time as any for all of us. We're young, money isn't really an issue . . . we all love kids . . ." Her voice trailed off. "But seven?" I asked bewilderedly. "Are we ready for seven kids?" "There's no guarantee that we'll call catch," Katie replied. "How long were you and Melinda trying before she got pregnant with Kaylee?" "First cycle," Melinda giggled. "Oops, bad example." Even though she blushed, Katie was already well aware that Melinda and I didn't have any problems with her getting pregnant. Fertility was never an issue for us. "If this is something you don't want, we'll go right back on the pill," Leah said, her voice serious. "No," I said. "No . . . not at all. I just . . . I just don't want us to be so consumed with the kids that we forget about us. Like this weekend . . . when was the last time all four of us got away for more than a night or two? It was before Kaylee was born. I worry about us sometimes." The three girls fell silent. I let that sink in for a second. "If we have more babies," I continued. "Loving them won't be the issue. There is more than enough love in our house to go around, but what about time? And energy? I can barely keep up with the three young ones as it is. If you all get pregnant in the next couple of months, there will be six kids under the age of four in the house. I'm going to need help." "I can take a sabbatical," Melinda said. "I've got plenty of time off," Katie volunteered. "It's not just a little bit of time." I hated to rain on the girls's parade, but someone had to inject a little bit of reason into this discussion. "I'm going to need someone else home all the time. At least for a couple of years until the twins and B start school. I can't do it all by myself." I paused again. "Maybe I could see if the Patterson girl from up the street wants to help babysit," I said with a teasing tone to my voice, then braced myself to be playfully punched and pinched. "She's cute and I'm sure she'd love to hang out around the house with lonely old me." " 'Old' you is right," Melinda rolled her eyes. Sure enough, I was assailed by all three. The bed was soon consumed with giggling and shouting and tickling. "A nineteen year old girl would kill you," Katie said, settling into my arms again. "Three twenty-nine year old girls are already killing me," I retorted. "You just remember that, mister," Melinda pinched me once more for good measure. "As if you don't get enough pussy already . . ." "I think you get just as much pussy as I do," I told her before the serious tone returned to my voice. "I love you. All of you. I want whatever makes you happy. And if it's having a football team's worth of babies, that's what I want." "We'll have a lot of time to work through the details," Melinda said, always one to take charge and offer a level-headed solution. "Each of us has plenty of time off to burn and if we have to, one of us can go on a leave of absence. With the house and three cars paid off, it's not like one of us couldn't quit our jobs, too. We can do just fine on any two of our paychecks for a long time." "I know." I looked each of the girls in the eyes. My love for them was reflected back at me. "I just don't want to get in over our heads." "We won't," Leah's voice was reassuring. "Besides, we're all in this together. And that's what's going to make it work." I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then turned and did the same to Melinda. Katie lifted her head enough to get hers, too. My hands reached around to squeeze Katie's full, perfect ass. "Who's next," I asked playfully. "It's still my birthday," Katie jumped in there before either of the other two could respond. "Then get ready to get fucked." She gave out a surprised yelp as I rolled her over on her back. I was still inside her. I began pumping and my semi-flaccid cock came back to life, slowly at first, but I soon picked up a good head of steam. A slightly jealous look flashed across both Leah and Melinda's eyes, but it passed as all three of us attacked the birthday girl. "Yes, fuck me!" ************************ The body in the bed next to me stirred. I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes. Katie was in the crook of one arm, her head resting on my shoulder. Leah was spooned up behind her. Melinda's head lay on my other shoulder. Her hand ran absently up and down my body. She had probably been up for some time. I looked in her beautiful eyes. "I love you," she whispered. Ever so gently, I lifted Katie's head and set her down on the pillow. I rolled over on my side and into my wife's waiting arms. We were all still naked. My hands went instantly to her perfect breasts. We kissed tenderly. My lips worked their way down her neck. Mr. Happy was up and ready to go. I rolled Melinda on to her back, but she stopped me. "Not yet," she said softly and motioned in the direction of the other two girls. The first rays of morning were just coming through the bedroom window. Of all the time in the day, this is my favourite time to make love. Everything is so peaceful. So serene. And the kids are usually still asleep. Melinda pulled the covers back, exposing both of our lovers. Katie stirred and Leah rolled over on her back. We slipped out of the bed. I went to the other side of Leah's limp body while Melinda climbed in between her legs. I gave both girls a good morning kiss. Leah let out a sleepy moan and then started snoring softly. Katie blinked the sleep out of her eyes. She saw what we were up to and smiled wickedly. Once again, I kissed Leah, who might be the only person in the world who can sleep through three people molesting her. She mumbled something in her sleep, but managed a dreamy smile. Melinda had Leah's legs spread and was covering the inside of her thighs with soft kisses. Katie turned Leah's head to the side and began whispering in her ear. All the while, I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, which were responding even if the rest of Leah wasn't. I looked down to see Melinda taking Leah's pussy in her mouth. Leah moaned in her sleep. Her breaths came in shorter spurts. "Sweetie," Katie cooed. "It's your turn." Leah said something incoherent. Katie looked up at me and shrugged. "I guess you're going to have to wake her." "She doesn't have to be awake to make a baby," I said with a snort. "Is she ready for me?" "Oh, yes," Melinda said. She swapped places with me, but not before I got a sweet-tasting kiss. I rubbed the head of my cock over Leah's clit, which was covered in her juice thanks to Melinda. Her mouth fell open and she inhaled sharply. Her eyes were still closed. Katie and Melinda were on each side of our lover. I pushed my cock lower, right in to the soft folds of Leah's pussy. When I entered her, Leah's eyes fluttered open. She gasped. Part surprise. Part pleasure. She looked up at me and then to each side. I pushed until I was all the way inside her. "This is a good way to wake up," she said softly. We each gave her a kiss. She tasted like Melinda. Katie kissed her while the third girl in the bed began to play with her breasts. I pulled out and then pushed forward again. With practised ease, we made love gently. As she shook the sleep off, Leah engaged each of us. When our mouths weren't on hers (or each other's), they were suckling on her nipples or biting tenderly on her ears and neck. Leah's hands roamed our bodies. Katie reached around and cupped my ass, then reached lower to play with my balls. Each time I bottomed out, Leah let out a soft moan. Making love with the girls is a very sensual experience. Besides the usual touch sensations, they are all very aural and don't have any inhibitions about voicing their pleasures and desires. And they all smell wonderful, whether it's the sweetness of arousal or the pungency of perspiration. "That's it, sweetie," Melinda stuck her tongue in Leah's ear. "Take all of that cock . . . Feel him deep inside that tight little cunt of yours . . . Do you want another baby?" "Yes," Leah moaned. "Like Katie?" "Yes," the response was a little louder this time. "I can feel it," Katie said, rubbing her body against us. "I know we made a baby last night . . . Like we're doing right now . . . The four of us are going to have some more children." Picking up my rhythm, I pumped harder, trying to rub her clit with the top of my cock. I varied my tempo. Fast and hard, then slow and deep. Leah's eyes rolled back into her head when—without warning—I slammed into her, just as the other girls bit down on her nipples. She let out an ear-piercing scream when I did it again. And again. And again. "Oh, fuck," she moaned. Leah managed to open her eyes as I continued to drive into her, but she didn't turn to me. She lifted Melinda's mouth off her breast. "I want your baby." Then she turned to Katie. "And yours." Pulling me to her, she gave me a deep kiss. "And yours." Her hips met my vigorous thrusts. The four of us were intertwined. We were a jumble of hands and mouths and legs and breasts writhing around on the bed. I felt one hand between Leah and me, rubbing on her clit. At the same time, someone else's hand reached behind me and worked a finger into my ass. I let out a cry of pure bliss. The sensations of physical pleasure were nothing compared to being close to the three people in this world I loved more than anyone else. My lovers. My soulmates. Without any distractions, we were there for each other. All we desired was to give each other pleasure. That we were creating life only made our love feel that much more special. I lost track of time as we made love. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. Leah arched her back. She started to cry out, but Melinda's mouth was over hers and anything she had to say was nothing more than an incoherent scream. But I knew what it meant. And so did Katie. "Cum in her," the redhead implored me. The finger in my ass pressed harder, catching my prostate in the spot that drives me absolutely nuts. "Cum all over that pussy . . . Give us her baby." That was all I needed to hear. I gave a great groan as I started to cum. I counted twelve pulses of my cock and then everything went black. When I came to, I lay in Leah's arms. Melinda was curled up on one side, Katie on the other. We were all covered in sweat. Leah's legs were spread wide and I was all the way inside her. Her sex felt soft and warm and full. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. It was a long time before any of us moved, and even longer before anyone spoke. Worried that I was smothering Leah, I rolled to the side and into Katie's arms. Melinda lifted Leah's hips and slid a pillow under her so her pussy was elevated and my cum wouldn't leak out of her. (I don't know if that really works, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.) Then we held each other. Leah drifted off after a few minutes, a contented smile on her lips, a lover on each side and millions of sperm swimming around inside her, looking for an egg to fertilise. I fell asleep a little while later, sandwiched between Katie and Leah with Melinda's comforting touch always close, wondering why we hadn't done this years ago. When I woke up, I checked the clock and saw that I had been asleep for about an hour. The girls had all fallen asleep. Even Melinda was snoring softly. Trying not to wake anyone, I untangled myself from the press of bodies and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve the pressure on my bladder. My business done, I went back to the bedroom and saw Melinda stretching lazily. She turned her head and smiled at me. The sun was up and for Melinda this was late. I started to crawl back in to bed with her, but she sat up. After taking her turn in the bathroom, she motioned towards the door. We put on a pair of soft, warm bathrobes to ward of the chill then went into the main room. I threw a couple of logs on the embers in the fireplace and prodded them until I saw flames. Melinda sat on the couch. I took her in my arms. "I love you," I said, kissing her gently. "And I love you," she replied. "Even if I'm making babies with other women?" I asked. There was a slightly teasing tone in my voice, but the question was serious. "Of course," she pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. "That was my idea." Those words were certainly a surprise to me. "I thought . . . you wanted Kaylee and Bryan to be special for us," I stammered. "They are special," Melinda replied. "But they're not just for us. They're Leah and Katie's, too. Just as Gwen and Gabi are ours." She paused for a moment. "Ten years ago, I wouldn't have done this," she said finally. "Even five years or two years ago, I didn't want Katie or Leah to have your baby." "So what changed?" Melinda took a deep breath. All this was new to me. Right after Kaylee was born, Leah and Katie started wanting to have children. I guess that was to be expected. We were all in our mid- to late-20s and we were doing well enough financially to support children. Their biological clocks were ticking. They talked about adopting because they wanted something that was "theirs". We had always thought of ourselves as two couples . . . who swapped. Often. Sometimes every night. It wasn't an "us" versus "them" situation, but the other two talked about how they wanted something that was just between the two of them. Hence adopting children. Melinda and I also talked about having some identity as a couple, and siring children with the other girls would have meant sharing something that was just for us. "A part of me has always been jealous of you and Leah." I could tell it was difficult for her to admit that. "She's known you since you were eleven and still had that silly bowl haircut. I'm still finding things out about you two. I wish I had been there with you for karate tournaments and band practice and youth group. I know there are parts of you that she got to first and I know there is a place in your heart that will always be hers." "But you know I'm yours," I said. "I always will be." "I know," she replied. "I like that I had you first. I like that you and I have memories without her and without Katie . . . But I also like how happy you make them. . . I like how happy they make me. Everyone thinks you're getting the better deal with a harem of three girls, but I love them, too." My arms wrapped around my wife and she snuggled close to me. "I have also been jealous of Katie," Melinda continued in a soft voice. "She's so damn cute. Guys stare at her ass all the time . . . she's funny . . . and her tits won't ever sag down to her waist like mine did . . . I see the way you two are together. You're playful and like little kids together . . . You and I . . . sometimes . . . sometimes I feel like I'm the mother of us all and I wish I could trade that in to be the baby of the group." Weekend Getaway She paused for a moment, looking for the right thing to say. "Right after we got married, Leah asked me if I would mind if you fathered a baby with her or Katie . . . I told her . . ." Melinda paused to take a deep breath. "I didn't want them to have that part of you. She was hurt. She was angry. And I can't blame her. We all knew you would be a great father. You always had this way with kids. And you're not so macho that you think you have to be in charge, and you're not threatened by having a wife and two girlfriends who make all the money." "You just like that I'm willing to change diapers," I snickered. "That, too." She pinched me. "I didn't want to share you, and I was wrong. Leah didn't just want your baby. She wanted our baby. For all four of us. And I couldn't see it. I thought that by having Kaylee and Bryan, I could separate the you-and-me 'us' from the you-me-Katie-and-Leah 'us'. And I threw it back in her face." Wordlessly, I held Melinda tenderly. "Since Bryan was born and the twins arrived, I've realised that they love 'our' children just as much as we do. And I love Gwen and Gabi as if I had given birth to them myself." Melinda paused long enough to wipe her eyes. "I know we already have four kids, but I wanted us all to have kids to share. That we were all around to conceive, not by coincidence or by accident. But a baby that we all decided to make. Together. That's what Katie and Leah wanted." "I'm guessing then that Katie's birthday was just an excuse, huh?" "Um . . . yeah." Melinda grinned sheepishly. "We've been planning this for months . . . since about Thanksgiving actually." "Do I even need to check your calendars?" "No. That and Katie's birthday were just one big coincidence, though," she said. "We synchronised years ago, so back in January we all went off the pill." "Weren't you . . . um, worried . . . about getting pregnant early?" "No," there was a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "You didn't notice but last month about this time . . . and the month before that . . . none of us let you cum inside us. We either got you off with a blowjob or had you cum on our tits so we wouldn't get pregnant." I thought for a second, and she was right. In retrospect, it should have been obvious, but at the time, I just thought that Melinda really wanted me to fuck her in the ass or that the other girls weren't in the mood. "Once we knew we were ovulating regularly again, we decided to jump you," Melinda continued. "I'm sorry for springing this on you, but the look on your face was priceless." For good measure, I slapped playfully at her breast. "Now, now!" she said with a smirk. "Don't start that until the other two wake up!" "So why didn't you stop me yesterday? Or when we were in the van on the way up?" Melinda shrugged. "We couldn't get away with cutting you off completely, or you'd get suspicious. . . . Besides, I'm your wife and I get first dibs." I turned her head to mine and kissed her. We held each other and watched the fire. "So what was that about the other night?" I said finally. "The stuff about just being you and me again?" She didn't say anything for a long moment. "I knew that might be the last night it was just you and me. If the girls get pregnant, the four of us will always be connected. Maybe not legally, but any kids that come out of this weekend will be ours. Call me selfish, but I just wanted to hear you say that you would still want to be with just me." "If that's what you want, my love, all you have to do is ask. You know that," I told her. "I love you. I love that you will share me with our two lesbian friends. I love that you love them, too. I love what the four of us have together. But you will always be my wife." "I know," Melinda snuggled up to me. "I love you, too." ************************ The rest of the morning passed slowly. Melinda sent me back into the bedroom while she cooked breakfast. I cuddled with the other two girls until my wife showed up with a tray of hotcakes, bacon and eggs. We fed each other, talking and laughing at the same time. It was like old times. Well not really old, but from six years ago when it was still just the four of us. On one level, it seemed like just yesterday that we moved from Jacksonville, embarking on a new journey in our lives. Yet on another, it seemed like we were old friends who fit so comfortably together and this crazy life we had just came so naturally. None of us were in a hurry to get out of the bed. Leah and I made love again as Katie and Melinda held us and each other. Maybe it was just me, but the girls were all glowing. They looked so beautiful, and not just because they were naked. Smiles come naturally to them all. There is a warmth to their eyes and playfulness in their laughter. I truly am the luckiest sonofabitch in the world. A little while later, we stumbled out of bed, reeking of sex. We made our way to the large stand-up shower, each getting a turn being washed by the other three. "So is there anything else you guys wanted to do today?" I asked once we were all dry and dressed. "Besides breeding you?" Leah gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "No." "Since we're having company, I'll need to go to the store either today or tomorrow and pick up some more salmon for dinner tomorrow," Katie said, a sly smile coming to her lips. "And I think we need to breed some more. . . . Are you ready to go now?" "You've already had your turn," I smacked her across the backside. "When are we going to do Melinda?" "Oh, we've got something special planned for her tonight," Leah said with a pernicious grin. I looked over at my wife, who shrugged. Whatever these two had cooked up, they didn't include Melinda in the loop. "So are you ready?" Katie taunted. "Or have you slowed own in your old age?" "That's it!" I lunged off the couch and grabbed her around the waist. She struggled, more for show than actually trying to fight me off. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you like I should have yesterday!" I tugged at her jeans, nearly popping the buttons off. She kicked them away and tried to kiss me, but instead, I spun her around and threw her over the arm of the couch. Her ass—perfectly round and toned—stuck up in the air. I pulled at my belt and soon my khakis fell to the floor. Katie tried to lift up off the couch, but I pushed her back down. My cock sprung out. I kicked her legs apart. Without pretense or warning I aimed my head at Katie's steaming sex and entered her with one thrust. We both let out a satisfied groan. Melinda sat on the other end of the couch, watching us fuck. There was a combination of amusement and a little bit of envy in her eyes. Leah sat across the room in one of the plush chairs. She smiled and blew me a kiss. The pussy I was in was slick with excitement. My fingers dug into the soft skin of Katie's ass as I hammered her. "Fuck!" she shouted. "Fuck . . . fuckfuckfuckfuck!" "That's right, baby," I told her. "I'm fucking your tight little pussy!" With every stroke I let out a feral grunt. Katie used her arms to brace herself on the couch and absorbed every blow. The frantic slapping sound of our coupling echoed off the walls and hardwood floors. The couch shook with every thrust. I looked down at Katie's cute little bubble butt. So round. So tight. So fuckable. Katie whimpered as I pulled out of her. I took my cock in my hand and smacked the head against each cheek, then against her puckered little rosebud. "Don't even think about it," Melinda warned me from the other side of the couch. I looked up long enough to shoot her a wicked glare. "You can fuck her ass when we get home . . . While we're here, all your cum will go in one of our pussies." A disappointed sigh escaped my lips. Katie's too. My cock slid easily back into my lover and I started pounding again. "Do . . . you . . . want . . . this . . . one?" Katie moaned between strokes. Was she talking to Leah or Melinda? "No, baby," Melinda replied sweetly. "This one is all yours . . . Just to make sure you catch." My wife leaned over and gave our lover a kiss. I thought about holding off until Katie had her orgasm, but I decided to be a little mean about it. I pulled back so only the tip of my cock was inside her, then thrust forward with one hard stroke. Reflexively, Katie squeezed me with her pussy. With one last feral gasp, I unloaded into Katie's pussy. My fingers dug into her ass. She let out a squeal and I felt her pussy flood with warmth. I held it as the orgasm consumed us both. I leaned forward, my hands on her shoulders. We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. I waited until the blood stopped pounding through my veins, then pulled out. I stumbled over to a chair and fell into it, still a little dazed. Katie stayed bent over the arm of the chair for a few minutes. Her ass stuck up in the air. She smiled sweetly at me. I chuckled to myself and waited to regain my strength. If I had been 22 again, I'd have pushed her aside, thrown Leah (and then Melinda) down into her place and done them both. Alas, old age really was catching up to me! Leah sashayed over to me, an exaggerated swing in her hips and a little extra bounce in her breasts. I hadn't noticed before, but her blouse had come open and her skirt was riding up, showing me her bare pussy. "I think we need to breed some more." Those words caused something to snap within me. Maybe it was the girls's eagerness. Maybe it was knowing that we were making new lives. Or maybe it was that the four of us were alone again without obligations, without anyone but us. I recovered quickly, realising full well that after this weekend, I was going to need a rest. We went back to the bedroom and didn't leave the house again that afternoon. ************************ "Should we even bother getting dressed for dinner?" I squeezed Melinda's breast gently. Her nipple hardened in my hand. My face was covered in her juices. Katie and Leah had made similar messes on my cock. "I think we could all use a shower," my wife replied. "And then we need to change the sheets." The three of us snickered. "You need to change the sheets, honey," Leah giggled. "It's your mess." "I think I had help," Melinda rolled her eyes then reached for the younger girls. They collapsed on top of me, a mass of tickling, giggling, kissing, groping flesh. We lounged around on the bed for a few more minutes then moved to the bathroom. Katie started the water running. Leah and I brushed our teeth. Melinda hunted around for some towels. The four of us took turns under the water, washing each other. Touching. Laughing. Melinda stepped out of the shower first to towel off. It was her night to cook, after all. The rest of us soon followed. I patted down the other two girls, even after all the water was gone. They put their hair up and started up their dryers, so I went out to the kitchen to help with dinner. The meal was spaghetti in a thick meat sauce, toasted Italian bread and a tossed salad. I had made the sauce the week before using my mom's recipe and we brought a tub along with us. Melinda put a pot of water on and began slicing the lettuce. Sneaking up behind her, I put my hands on her shapely hips. I pressed against her perfect ass. She leaned back in my arms. My lips brushed her soft skin. She craned her neck as I kissed her gently. Her bathrobe fell off her shoulder. "Hey, you two, stop that!" Leah chided us. "No more hanky-panky until after dinner." "Spoilsport," Melinda pouted. Leah responded by sticking her tongue into her wife's mouth. "No, it's just that we can't wear him out for later tonight." I patted them both on the backside and then went back to cutting up bread. When dinner was ready, the four of us sprawled out in front of the fire and ate. In between bites, we flashed each other from beneath our bathrobes and continued our carefree flirting. It felt so good to once again just be the four of us. I think many marriages could be saved if people would just make time for each other. There's really no secret to it. Just be together. Have a date that doesn't involve the kids. Get away for a long weekend. Renew your commitment. Remember what life was like before it was consumed by parent-teacher conferences, visits to the doctor, preschool, and Elmo. We finished eating a little while later and Katie went and got a Cheesecake Factory cheesecake from the fridge. Thank God they sell those things at Sam's! A little whipped cream with some strawberries and we were in food heaven. I told the girls to save some for later in the night for what might be a trip to carnal heaven. As I carried all the plates to the kitchen, Leah went back into the master bedroom. She came back out carrying a black gift bag. I didn't recognise the logo on the side. She motioned for me to leave the dishes in the sink and join them back by the fire. Leah and Katie both looked nervous. I glanced over at Melinda; she looked just as curious as me. "We wanted to ask you both for something," Leah began nervously. Katie reached over and patted her hand reassuringly. "What is it, sweetie?" Melinda asked. The two girls shared a look then Katie reached into the bag. She drew out four small boxes were obviously from a jewelry store. My eyes got wide. "First of all," Leah licked her lips as if to gather her courage. "We wanted to thank you for this weekend. . . . And for letting us . . . you know . . . um, share . . . share your babies." Melinda started to say something, but stopped herself so Leah could continue. "Katie and I have been talking about this for a while," she paused for a second to look each of us in the eyes. I saw the love she had for us. I smiled and saw the same feelings reflected in Melinda's gaze. "We want . . . we want you two to marry us." The two girls opened the four jewelry boxes and showed us four matching rings. Except for being sized to match our individual hands, they were identical. A band of black stone ran around the gold ring with four inset diamonds shining in the firelight. I glanced over at Melinda. We exchanged a knowing glance and then she no longer had eyes for me. Reaching out, she took Leah and Katie in her arms. The three girls pulled me into their embrace. "We share so much," Katie said. "Our kids, our house . . . everything. We don't want to be two couples that live together anymore. And now that we're having babies—" "Trying to have babies," Leah interjected. "We're going to have babies together," Katie said playfully but firmly. "We want to be full partners." "We've practically been a foursome since Leah showed up on our doorstep ten years ago," I said. "That's the point, tiger," Katie said. "We don't want 'practically' anymore. We want 'us'. We know it's not legal and we know that nothing will really change because as you said, the reality is that we're together already. But we just wanted to commit ourselves to loving you two with all our hearts and souls." "Of course we'll marry you," Melinda said, needing no prodding. Despite our earlier conversations, I saw that this was what Melinda wanted. I knew her better than anyone. I knew how much she loved both Leah and Katie. I knew how much she loved me. I knew how much she loved the four children . . . our four children. Leah lifted each ring out of its box and passed them around until we each found the one that slipped on to our finger. Of course they fit perfectly. Melinda then took all of our hands and held them together. Our fingers intertwined. Eight hands. Four hearts. All linked as one. "I promise to love you all, my husband and my wives," she said after a moment. Her voice was gentle and filled with love. As the words flowed, I realised she was speaking for all of us. "And I promise to care for each of you through the good times and the bad." "I promise that I will give myself to each of you," Leah continued. "Completely and without reservation. I will hold nothing back and I will take you all into my heart forever." "I promise to care for all of our children," Katie picked up. "I will try to be the kind of mother they deserve. I will provide for our family and I will look to each of you for support when I need it, and I will be there for you forever." "I promise to be the best husband I can be." The words were spontaneous, but they flowed so easily. It was as if the last eleven years had all built up to this moment, the ultimate fruition of our relationship. "I will treat you with love and respect, tenderness and kindness. I will devote myself to 'us' and I will look forward to growing old with the three most beautiful people in the world." Our vows spoken, we squeezed each others hands gently, then we fell into a mass of kisses, hugs and laughter. There were a few tears in there, too. "I now pronounce us husband and wives," Katie proclaimed, a broad smile on her face. We all laughed and pulled each other close. Melinda was making out with Leah. I broke them up to get my turn with each. "How are we going to consummate this marriage?" I asked. "We've got a couple of ideas," Leah winked. I gathered my best friend in my arms and gave her a not-so-fatherly kiss. The four of us got up and went into the bedroom. With the press of a button, the gas fireplace came on. Leah lit some candles while Katie pushed my wife—our wife now—back on the bed. Melinda cradled the younger girl to her. They were whispering softly back and forth. Leah and I soon joined them on the bed. We lay there for a few minutes. My head was on Leah's belly. She leaned against Melinda. I reached over and caressed Katie, pulling her robe open and cupping her breasts. "I love you." My words were meant for all three of the girls. Melinda looked over and smiled at me. "Are you ready to make one more baby?" "Are you?" "Of course," she replied gently. I reached over to undress her, but Leah stopped me. "We want to do her first." When the girls get this look in their eyes, I know to step back and leave them be. I propped up a couple of pillows against the headboard and lay back. Leah leaned over and took Melinda's face in her hands. They started with soft pecks that slowly became long, lingering kisses. Melinda turned her head and gave Katie the same. They undressed each other gently, their nude bodies glowed in the firelight. I watched the three girls together. We had been together so long, we anticipated each others' movements. We know what turns the others on. We know what drives each of us crazy. All three moved in concert. Melinda started to get up, but Leah and Katie pushed her back. They were taking control this time. Although she was usually dominant with the other girls, tonight Melinda surrendered to them willingly. Katie had one of Melinda's nipples in her mouth while Leah kissed her way down the older girl's body. Mesmerised, I watched them make love. Katie played with Melinda's breasts and kissed her. They alternated between deep, hungry kisses and quick, soft pecks. Leah spread Melinda's legs and nibbled her way down the other girl's belly. I absently stroked my cock. My eyes alternated between the three naked forms. Katie's pert breasts. Leah's full hips. Melinda's swollen pussy. They were slow and deliberate. Melinda's mouth fell open when Leah's mouth enveloped her clit. She thrust her hips forward into the brunette's mouth. Katie squeezed Melinda's breasts and pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out louder. "That feels so fucking good," Melinda purred. Leah didn't respond, instead trying harder to make our wife cum. Weekend Getaway "We going to do you all night long," Katie whispered. Her eyes flashed in my direction, an unspoken promise to me, too. Again Melinda cried out. Leah was giving her the thorough treatment. Melinda's arms flailed around, she grabbed Katie by the hair and pulled the other girl's mouth to her. They kissed hungrily. "Fuck," the girl on the bottom whispered. "Fucking eat that pussy . . . oh, god, you do that so well . . ." "You taught us," Katie said, speaking for our other lover. "Do you know what she's doing, Melinda? . . . She's getting you ready to make our baby . . . That's right, honey . . . You're going to cum in her mouth and then we're going to fuck you . . ." "Yes," Melinda slurred. "Eat my fucking pussy . . ." As her voice trailed off, she arched her back and whimpered. Leah's eyes were locked on to Katie's. Her brown orbs twinkled with a pernicious glint. I slowed down my strokes, lest I had an orgasm that wasn't inside one of the girls. Leah had built Melinda up to a thunderous orgasm, but instead of putting her over the top, she backed off, keeping her right on the edge. The girls have done that to me and it is nothing put pure, glorious torture. Katie pulled back and looked over at me. She motioned me over. Giving Melinda one more kiss, she pushed my robe down over my shoulders. Now all four of us were completely naked. She sucked on my earlobe for a moment, then whispered in my ear, "I'll be right back." "We'll be waiting, Red," I replied groping my two wives at the same time. As she slipped away, I turned my attention to the girl on the bed. Melinda's breathing was short and ragged. Her beautiful breasts had fallen slightly to the sides, their nipples sticking straight up. I leaned over and kissed her. Melinda's eyes darted around rapidly, as if she didn't recognise me immediately. She began writhing around on the bed. I looked down and saw Leah's mouth fixed on Melinda's clit, all the while pumping two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. "Oh, fuck, Leah!" Melinda cried out. "Don't stop . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop!" "Don't stop what?" I teased, pinching her nipples. "Don't stop eating me! . . . Yes! . . . Yes! . . . Yesyesyesyes!" Melinda started to hyperventilate as Leah's hand moved faster and faster. Right when the girl underneath us was just about to climax, Leah pulled back. Melinda shuddered in frustration. I smiled wickedly and kissed her harder. Leah's mouth was quickly replaced with Katie's. After a second, Leah pulled her fingers away from Melinda's hungry pussy and our redheaded wife took her place. "I want . . . I want . . ." Melinda panted. "We don't care what you want," Leah said from across the room. She was searching around in her suitcase for something. "Right now, you're going to be ours." After years of instruction, Katie had picked up quite a bit by way of technique from the other two girls and she was putting it all to good use. Melinda reached for me and began stroking my cock. She tried to pull me towards her mouth, but I held off. It looked to me like Katie and Leah had other ideas . . . at least for right now. "God, you're good." Melinda's eyes had rolled back into her head. Katie wasn't teasing her like Leah had been. She attacked the other girl, driving her straight towards an earth-shattering orgasm. I played with Melinda's breasts. I squeezed them as if they were ripe melons. Her nipples were erect; my tongue traced circles around them. When I pinched her, she cried out with pleasure. Her whole body began to shake. Katie continued to assault Melinda's clit with her tongue but like our other wife, she pulled back right just before giving Melinda the release she craved. "Unless I cum soon," Melinda vowed, "I am going to kill you all." "Don't say that, honey," Leah whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. "You'll be thanking us in a second." Stealing one more kiss, the two girls pulled back. Both had put on strap-on cocks. The harnesses were fitted perfectly to their bodies. I smiled to myself, anticipating what they had in mind. "Sit up," Leah instructed. Melinda's mind was still clouded with desire and she obeyed. Her eyes were glassy. Her hair was a mess and her body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. The two girls maneuvered Melinda into the middle. Leah propped herself up on a couple of pillows then lay on her back, the dildo sticking straight up. It was covered in lube, waiting for Melinda. "No . . . not your pussy," Leah said, pointing the tip of the fake cock at Melinda's ass. The other girl nodded dumbly. Katie played with her breasts as Melinda lowered herself down. She grimaced when the head entered her, but groaned as she impaled herself on to Leah. When she bottomed out, Leah pulled Melinda back against her. When she straightened out her legs, Melinda's pussy was open and ready our other wife. Katie got on her knees between the other girls's legs. She slapped Melinda's clit a couple of times with the head of the dildo, then entered her. There was a look of pure unadulterated lust on Melinda's face. I watched in amazement as Katie slowly pushed forward until she was all the way inside Melinda. My blonde wife was slick from the job Leah and Katie did on her earlier. Her excitement was dripping on to the bed. The three of them established an easy rhythm. Melinda slowly began moving her hips. She rocked back and forth. Leah was sucking on that spot right behind Melinda's ear that makes her melt. Katie was kneading her round, full breasts. The two girls let Melinda take control of the pace. With each thrust, Melinda cried out. I watched, hypnotised, as the three of them made love. A part of me wanted to get in on the action, but as I watched the three girls together, I realised just how much they love each other. They were my best friends, and they were each other's as well. I would have married any of the three of them in a heartbeat, and I know that any combination of them might have gotten together, too. "Right . . . there," Melinda breathed. "Harder . . . Katie . . . fuck . . . me . . . harder." The petite girl picked up her pace. I watched the muscles of her perfect ass clench as she drove into Melinda. Each stroke was a little faster, a little rougher than the last. She held each one for a split second, then pulled back and went in again. Leah's hands cupped Melinda's breasts. Her teeth raked the other girl's neck. Leah didn't move, instead she let Katie provide all the motion, but with every thrust, the dildo buried in Melinda's ass pushed further in. Her hands trembling, Melinda reached out and pulled Katie to her. They kissed passionately. Katie never broke stride. I saw Leah whispering something in Melinda's ear. "Yes . . . fuck, yes!" she replied. Leah looked up at Katie. "Do it, baby! Fuck her good!" Red smiled at the two of them and then pulled back on her knees. She grabbed Melinda by the hips. Her first thrust was hard and fast. Melinda groaned with pleasure. Katie pulled back and then pushed forward again. "Right there!" Seemingly without mercy, Katie began to fuck Melinda. She wasn't being gentle. She didn't care about building her up. Leah mauled Melinda's tits with her hands, making her moans louder. I love to hear my girls scream. "Yes, Katie," Melinda panted. "Fuck me, baby!" Pounding away, Katie built a steady—if determined—head of steam. Melinda's body began to shake again. This time, the other two girls didn't hold back or bring her back from the edge. Leah pulled Melinda by the hair and turned her head. Their lips met in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Katie continued to pump her cock in and out of the girl in the middle. Melinda's moans escalated in volume and frequency. The three girls moved in concert. "Yes! . . . Yes! . . . Fuck me!" Melinda chanted. Both girls pushed into her one final time, then Melinda erupted into a stream of unintelligible sounds. Her orgasm overtook her. She pulled Katie down to her and their lips met. Leah's hands squeezed her heavy breasts. "Fuck!" Melinda shouted. Her body was shaking. Her nipples were hard little points sticking straight up. Katie held her cock inside Melinda for just a second, then pulled out. Cum was dripping out on to the bed. I think if Katie had pulled out at the height of Melinda's orgasm, she would have squirted all over the bed. Again. "Are you ready to make one more baby?" Katie turned, as if to present Melinda to me. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. My cock had been hard since the girls started. Even harder now as I stroked it through Melinda's orgasm. I got on my knees between Melinda's legs and slipped into her easily. Even with her ass full of Leah's cock, Melinda's pussy was stretched from Katie and slick with her excitement. Katie kissed me briefly on the back of the neck and then pushed me into our wife. "Are you okay down there?" I asked Leah. "Mmm-hmmm," came her muffled reply. I think she might have had something more to say, but Melinda's tongue was working its way down her throat. My hands went to Melinda's soft breasts. They stood up on her chest. I kneaded them gently, drawing a squeal of delight from their owner. "Do it," Katie whispered in my ear. "Put your cock in that tight little pussy and cum all over her . . . Cum inside her like you did to me and Leah today." I turned my head and Katie's lips enveloped mine. Her tongue entered my mouth aggressively. Her hands were on my waist and she began to push my hips forward and back. Leah, Melinda and I got into a familiar rhythm. Once again, Melinda began to moan. I wasn't going to last very long this time. Watching the three girls is a thrill second to none. After her earth-shaking orgasm, Melinda's pussy was tighter than usual. As I picked up my pace, I put my thumb on her clit and began flicking it back and forth. With each pass, she shuddered with pleasure. Melinda's eyes were hooded over with pleasure. Her body was splayed out before me. Leah's arms were wrapped lovingly around her. "Kiss me," she whispered. Always eager to oblige, I leaned over and Melinda threw her arms around me. Her lips were soft and warm. My head began to swim as she bucked against me. I could feel Leah's cock moving against mine. "I love having you inside me," Melinda purred. "I love being fucked by all of you." The tingling in my body intensified as I felt Katie's hand press down on the small of my back. I felt something cool between the cheeks of my ass. Then something hard pressed against my asshole. "Don't worry," Melinda whispered in my ear. "She changed it." Years ago, when we were experimenting around, anal sex was something Melinda and I wanted to try. Actually, it was me that wanted to try it and Melinda grudgingly acquiesced. Thinking that I would back out, Melinda and I struck a deal where I could fuck her in the ass if she could do me, too. She was surprised when I said yes. So we did some reading about safety and health then started our foray into anal play. It turns out we both liked it. Not enough to do it regularly, but more as an infrequent treat. When Leah and Katie discovered our deal, they wanted in, too. Some people don't care for anal sex. In fact, a lot of people don't. And that's okay. If a certain kind of sex makes you uncomfortable or isn't something you're 100% in to, you shouldn't do it. At the same time, I would offer these words: Don't knock it until you try it. It's my observation that there are a lot of people (guys in particular) that think it's okay to be on the giving end of anal, but if you're on the receiving end, it somehow makes you gay. Or if you like it, you must be gay. First of all, what's wrong with being gay? It's not my thing, but as I said before, if you find something you like and can find a consenting adult to do it with, go for it. Second, if done right, it feels really, really good. Third, if it (or any other kind of sex) hurts, then you're not doing it right. I bought a couple of strap-on attachments for the girls several years ago that we use exclusively for anal sex. They're not as big as the strap-ons they use for vaginal intercourse, but it's enough to be felt. Leah was wearing one; Katie had changed into the other. The hand in the middle of my back was there to keep me from moving. Melinda's pussy clenched around me. My lips went to her breasts. "Deep breath," Katie said softly. I tried to relax my ass, anticipating the coming penetration. The first entry is at the same time the most painful but also the most exhilarating part. Melinda tells me that it's the same way for vaginal sex. In that moment, I gasped as the head of Katie's cock slipped past the sphincter. I bit my lip, but still couldn't help but cry out. "That's it, baby," Melinda said soothingly. "Go slow." After the initial entry, I relaxed. The sensation of having the stiff cock in my ass only heightened the sensitivity of the rest of my body. Katie slid into me slowly. My hands clenched the sheets. Melinda's fingernails dug into my skin. "Oh, Jesus!" I moaned. "Almost there," Katie said. A moment later, I felt her hips press against my ass. I let out a deep breath and smiled dreamily. My own hard cock was buried in Melinda's pussy. I could feel Leah underneath us. Katie was behind me. The four of us lay there. Connected. Both literally and figuratively. No one moved for a long time. Katie's hands massaged my ass, trying to get me to relax. Finally, I felt Katie begin to rock back and forth slowly. She pulled out a little bit, then pushed back in and held it. Every couple of seconds, she repeated the move. With each stroke, she pumped a little harder. With each stroke, I gasped a little louder. "That's it, baby," Melinda purred. "Make love to us." I lifted my head enough to kiss the woman in my arms. Katie's hands were still in the middle of my back, holding me down. I could feel Leah moving beneath Melinda. The four of us fell into an easy rhythm. Between watching the girls earlier, being inside Melinda and having Katie expertly working on my ass, I wasn't going to last very long. The strap-on being used on me was the perfect size to stimulate my prostate. Each of Katie's strokes seemed to go straight through me to Melinda. The dual sensation of Melinda's tight pussy and Katie inside my butt was driving me crazy. "Harder," I gasped. Melinda bucked against us with every stroke. My moans became louder. Katie moved faster. I felt hands on my hips, pulling me backwards to the redhead, then pushing me forward into the blonde. I didn't have to move. Instead I let the girls do all the work and simply hung on for the ride. If you're a guy and never had someone play with your prostate, you don't know what you're missing. If you're a guy and never had someone play with your prostate while working on your cock at the same time, let me tell you that your life is not complete. I felt a tingling in my toes. A shiver ran from my head to toes with every stroke. Tears began to run down from the corners of my eyes. Melinda's fingernails dug into my back. "Cum for us," Katie growled. "Cum in that tight pussy." No words would form in my mouth. My body shuddered with pleasure. My cock was sliding in and out of Melinda with virtually no friction. I was rock hard. This was going to be an earthshaking orgasm. I could feel it. "Cum in me," Melinda whispered in my ear. Katie pushed harder. I threw my head back and let out a low, throaty moan. Melinda's hands were on my face and she pulled me into a passionate kiss. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I moaned, and not just a little. Being in the middle of a four-way sandwich made me crazy. I began to howl with pleasure. The tingling at the tip of my cock spread throughout my body. Every nerve ending seemed to explode in a shower of pleasure. Katie gave me one last thrust. I saw stars shooting out of the corner of my eyes. Very vaguely, I felt my balls emptying into Melinda's pussy. I was barely aware of collapsing on to the girls beneath me. There was a ringing in my ears. The room spun. Then I passed out. ************************ Someone was nibbling on my ear. My entire body tingled. I was laying on my side. A hand was on my cock. Something was lodged in my butt. "How long?" I croaked. My eyes fluttered open. Leah and Melinda held each other and were staring lovingly at me. Katie's arm draped around me, clutching my hand. "Just a few seconds," the girl behind me said. "You always like that, don't you?" "How can you tell?" "Because we think the neighbours heard you," Melinda laughed. Her legs were crossed and a pillow was under her wide hips. Katie's hands were on my waist. I felt her push me away from her. There was a pop as the strap-on slipped out of my ass. "We'll be right back," she kissed me on the back of the neck then slipped out bed with Leah. They went in to the bathroom to clean up. I snuggled up to Melinda and held her close. "Whatcha thinking?" I said softly. She didn't reply for a long second. Her eyes were fixed on the open door and the other two girls. They were in the bathroom removing the strap-on harnesses and washing everything off. "How much I love you guys." "Are you sure you're okay with all this?" I asked, referring to Katie and Leah's marriage proposal. "Of course." There was a wistfulness in her voice for just a moment, then it was gone. "I think deep down, it's what I've always known would happen." "Is it what you want?" "Yes," she replied immediately, always a good sign. I ran my hand through her hair and brought her lips to mine. "Then as long as you're happy, I'm happy." Her hand hadn't left my cock and was slowly stroking it back to life. "Mmmm," I moaned. "That feels good." "That's the idea," she whispered. "When they get back, you're going to make love to me again . . . just to make sure we get that third baby." "I like the sound of that plan." I pulled back enough to look into her deep blue eyes. "I love you, Melinda. No matter what else happens between the four of us, you will always be my first love." As I leaned in to kiss her, she pushed me back. It was a little startling. The look in her eyes caught me off guard, too. "No," she said firmly. I started to say something, but she silenced me. I saw her glance over towards our two partners. They were still busy in the bathroom. "You have to love us all . . . just as I love all three of you. That was our promise earlier tonight, remember? They can't be two people we share our bed with some of the time. They have to be our wives. They have to be our equals. I love you. I have loved you since the first time I saw you . . . but I don't love you more than them." Melinda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You are the first person I fell in love with. But over the last eleven years, I've fallen in love with Katie and Leah, too. And I know they're in love with us . . . That's what we have to be about. That's the way things have to be for us—and that means all four of us—to work . . . If we can't give ourselves fully to them, then we need to take Kaylee and Bryan, divide up our assets and walk away. Anything less is unfair. Do you understand?" It dawned on me just then how serious she was. I guess a part of me always considered myself as Melinda's husband with two lovers. Our sexual dealings with Katie and Leah were always as two couples, not as four partners. Of course, in our family and our financial partnership, we were equals, but now I had to think of our dynamic differently. Weekend Getaway Throughout the past decade, I had always thought that I could have fallen in love with any of the girls. But still, I considered Melinda to be my first love. In my heart, she was the first among equals, if you will. Now, she was telling me that I needed to change that mentality. A part of me didn't mind: the part in Melinda's able grasp. After all, what guy doesn't want three beautiful—and not to mention horny—women around? A part of me wondered if I was really ready to let go of the woman in my arms as my wife, even if it was to take two more. Could I be a good husband to all three of them? We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. "They have to be our partners," Melinda said, a little more forcefully. "Equal in every respect. In our hearts as well as our household. Do you understand?" "Yes," I whispered. The other two were finished and I heard them coming back to the bedroom. Melinda gave me a loving kiss. Leah slipped into the bed behind me. Katie wrapped her arms around all three of us. We lay together for a long time. Laughing. Kissing. Groping. Tickling. Loving. Each of us made love to the other three for as long as we could stay conscious to consummate our new relationship. And in the morning when we woke up, not only were we starting our new lives together, but the girls were all certain that we had started some new lives. Together. ************************ "I think Melinda and Katie are going out shopping again this morning," Leah yawned. The two of us were the only ones still in bed. She rolled into my arms and gave me a good morning kiss. "Do you want to go?" "Not really," I replied, then cupped a breast in one hand, her ass in the other. "I think we should just lounge around and do a whole lot of nothing." Leah rolled her eyes. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" The two of us collapsed into a giggling heap on the bed the quickly devolved into a private make out session. Then we just held each other. Katie and Melinda came back after their morning walk and joined us a little while later. We talked for a bit, but mostly just pressed our bodies together. Holding my best friend in my arms, I watched Melinda and Katie dress. They gave us each a kiss, then left to go back to the outlet mall. "I guess I should call Mom and Dad and tell them that I have a husband now," Leah said when we were alone. We were laying on our sides. Her shapely backside was pressed against me. My arms wrapped lovingly around her. "They act like we've been married since you showed up on our doorstep . . . what was it? Ten years ago?" "Something like that." She turned and kissed me gently. "Now they can officially bes." I laughed. "There's nothing 'official' about our living arrangements and you know it." "Maybe not, but I went down to HR on Wednesday and changed my life insurance to make the three of you co-beneficiaries. I think Katie went to see her people, too," Leah said. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was serious about becoming truly married as a foursome. "I wonder if we can change our custody agreement with the kids." "Probably not," I replied. "It was hard enough getting the paperwork through for you two to adopt . . . We had enough headaches trying to get things done for a lesbian couple. Imagine the nightmare for a polyamorous group." "I don't even want to think about that," Leah laughed. She leaned back and I kissed her. Harder and deeper this time. "I love you," I said tenderly. "I know," my wife said with a smile. "I love you, too. Do you remember the first night we were together?" "Yup," I replied, patting her on the backside. "You kissed me—" "I did not! You kissed me! "—You kissed me at that club and we almost didn't make it back to your place," I said playfully. We both tickled each other and laughed. This is a running joke between the two of us. In truth, neither of us has the greatest recollection of exactly what happened. I definitely should not have been driving that night, but I was in better shape than she. It's a good thing her apartment was close. For years the issue of who kissed who first has been a point of contention. I know this isn't an argument I'm ever going to win, but for the record, she made the first pass at me. "That was our first kiss and our first fuck all in one night." Leah had that dreamy look in her eyes. The one she gets from pleasant memories. "As I remember, there were three fucks," I said playfully. "And a blowjob or two." "Yeah, you used to be quite the machine back in the day," she retorted. I tickled her some more. Our horseplay turned into loving kisses. "Why did you never make a pass at me before?" Leah rolled over into my arms. Her big brown eyes looked deep into mine. "Because I didn't want to lose my best friend. I didn't want the sex to get in the way," I replied. "Why didn't you ever make a move on me?" She looked away. Snuggling up to me, she rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my skin. When she spoke, her voice was barely audible. "I knew I was going away to college. It was hard enough to leave us just as friends. If we were lovers, I know I couldn't have gone. I thought it was the best thing for both of us." "You had to go, Leah," I told her reassuringly. "I'd have kicked your butt if you didn't. We both needed to get out of town. You went to Carolina. I went to Jacksonville. It's where we were meant to be." "I know. It's just . . ." Her voice trailed off. I could tell she wanted to say more, so I waited. "I was saving myself for you. I knew I would be with you one day. Even if you didn't. You were so dense sometimes, I could have whipped out my tits and you'd have asked about my haircut instead." Reaching under her chin, I lifted her face so she was looking me in the eyes. "You were what?" "I wanted you to be my first," she said softly. "That's what I thought when I left for college." This was the first I had heard of that. This weekend was turning out to be full of surprises. "You weren't . . . I mean, when we . . ." "Oh, no," Leah said, looking away again. There was a hint of shame and disappointment in her voice. "My first time was with that guy who lived upstairs in my dorm." Years ago, the four of us sat up late at night with wine and liquor and shared our loss of virginity stories. As far as I knew, Leah's first was after a night of drunken lust. She said she never spoke to him again after that, and doubts he even remembered their encounter. "But it should have been you," she whispered. I was speechless. We held each other in silence for a long time. "I don't regret anything in my life," Leah finally broke the silence. "But if I had to do it all over again . . . I never would have gone out with those other guys. And that time you came to visit me, the time when we hooked up . . . instead of going out and getting hammered so you would make a pass at me, I'd have dressed up, cooked a nice dinner and then given myself to you . . . You would have been the only man to have ever had me." It took me a minute to find my voice to respond. "If we had gotten together in high school or college, and never had anyone else, I think we'd be just as happy as we are today," I said. "I love you." "I know. I love you, too." Leah wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. "But I guess everything happens for a reason. If we had been together during college, I don't know that we'd have survived the distance. . . . And if you hadn't gone to school in Jacksonville, we wouldn't have gotten with Katie and Melinda." She took a deep breath. "A long time ago, I used to hate her." There was a dark tone in her voice. As if she were scared to admit the way she felt. "It was before I met her. I was so jealous that she got you first. Sometimes I used to think that it should have been me in your arms, not her." "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked after a moment. "Because it wasn't my place to. I left you, not the other way around," she said. "And I know how happy she made you. Hell, she still makes you happy. You deserved someone who could be there with you, not three states away." "Well I, for one, am very happy that we hooked up," I pulled her close. "Even if it was just for a weekend here or there. Plus that week at Disney World. And I'm glad we're still together. Even if it is with two other wives." Leah kissed me. I could see the love she has for me in her eyes. For just a second, I could tell there was that flash of "what might have been", and then it was gone. It's the same look Melinda had the other night when she was wondering about the mysterious twists and turns in our lives over the past eleven years. "I'm happy we have those two other wives." As she spoke, I could tell that she had no doubts about whether our current living arrangements were right or not. "As weird and crazy as our lives are, I can't imagine things being any different than they are right now." "Even if it means having all those rumours about you circulating around town?" "You're involved in those rumours, too!" "Yeah, but I'm not the one people recognise when we go out for dinner!" There was some more tickling. "I love you," she told me again. We shared another tender kiss. Her body felt so warm next to mine. Leah's hands caressed my face. I rolled her on to her back and our kisses became longer and deeper. I stared into her big brown eyes that radiated tenderness. We didn't speak another word. We each knew what the other was thinking. We made love for a long time that morning. All the while, I fell into her loving gaze only to be caught in her arms. ************************ "Come see what we got you two!" Katie called from the garage. Leah lifted her head from my shoulder. We were still in bed. I looked over at the clock. It was mid-afternoon. Melinda and Katie appeared in the doorway. Each had an expression that was part amusement, part envy. "Jesus Christ!" Melinda rolled her eyes. "You two are like a couple of fucking rabbits." "You got the 'fucking' part right," Leah snickered. The other girl reached into a bag and threw a shirt at each of us. Melinda and Katie held theirs up. All four shirts were grey with the words "I'm with Stupid" emblazoned across the front. On each of the girls's shirts, there was an arrow pointing to the left or the right. On mine, the arrow was pointing straight up. The three of them shared a hearty laugh. "You realise that I'm going to make you guys wear these when we go out." I pulled Melinda down onto the bed and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her lips. She snorted and kissed me back. I reached for her, but she pulled away. "Down boy! We've got to get cleaned up for your friends tonight, remember?" "Holy crap!" Leah grinned sheepishly. "I had forgotten about that. I guess we need to call and give them directions." As she rolled out of bed, I reached over and grabbed a handful of her round ass. Predictably, that brought a quick slap on my wrist. Leah went hunting for Mimi and Geoff's phone number and I went to start up the shower while Katie and Melinda unloaded the rest of their outlet mall loot. A few minutes later, Leah and I were scrubbed and clean. We dressed as Melinda modeled some of her new clothes. We "oohed" and "ahhed" at all the appropriate times. Then I went to help Katie cook and Leah called Mimi. This was our last night at the cabin and while it seemed a little odd having another couple join us, it did give us cause to dress up. Plus it would be good to visit with some old friends. Katie was making teriyaki-glazed salmon steaks over angel hair pasta. I put together a simple salad with a ginger dressing, then started melting the dark chocolate for the fondue we didn't have two days ago. Melinda and Leah sat at the counter and heckled us while we waited for Mimi and Geoff to arrive. A short time later, there was a call from the gate guard notifying us that we had visitors. We cleared them then got ready for our company. There was a knock on the front door a short time later. Leah answered the door and led our friends in. She introduced Geoff to our wives. Mimi gave me a big hug and I took their jackets. I grew up just down the street from Geoff. He and I were buddies from Cub Scouts and youth league soccer. We ran in the same circles (read: the geek clique) and had known each other since about second grade. Like Mimi, he aged well. If you had known the four of us in high school, the only thing we had in common was that we were all classified as "gifted" but you never would have thought that we were good friends. Leah was athletic and into sports. Geoff was part of the "artsy" crowd that spent the early 90s listening to Bauhaus and being disgusted at the materialism of our classmates (while driving the new Saturn his parents bought him and listening to his Walkman CD player). I was in the nerd crowd who no one wanted to socialise with because we could name all of the captains of the Starship Enterprise, but everyone wanted to be our lab partner in physics because we were going to get As. (That's the TOS Enterprise, NCC-1701; there were five, you've got 10 seconds and can't use Wikipedia to look up the answers. Go!) And then there was Mimi. She seemed to have it all. Not only was she smart (she was the only person I ever copied answers off of in trig), but she was drop-dead gorgeous. More than simply pretty, Yesmine was elegant and glamorous. All the boys in school used to make those "dough eyes" at her. What's more, she was genuinely nice to just about everyone. Where she certainly wasn't going to go out with one of the motorheads or rednecks, she wasn't above talking to anyone who could carry on an intelligent conversation and do more than stare at her boobs. If anyone had odds on who would hook up with whom after graduation, the person who put money on Mimi and Geoff would have won, hands down. They were polar opposites. She was gregarious and charming. He was introverted and a little standoffish. What they had in common was art. Geoff was always drawing or making stuff. In the back of geometry class, he used to fold origami animals and then launch them across the room at Mrs. Bannerman. Yesmine was a fabulous painter. They had a mutual respect for each other that quickly blossomed into friendship and more. When they got together right before our junior prom, no one could have seen that they would still be going strong sixteen years later. "Dinner smells wonderful, what are you making?" Mimi asked Katie and then launched a barrage of insightful questions about the dinner and her cooking techniques, all the while offering to help. The redhead blushed and I knew from that moment on, Mimi would have her eating out of her hand. I was in the fridge looking for some baby carrots and dip when Mimi brushed my elbow. Her voice was low enough that only I could hear. "The stories are all true, aren't they?" "Except for the one about Hungarian midget and the three-legged camel," I winked. Mimi smiled. It was a curious smile. I could tell she wanted to say or ask something more, but she didn't. Instead she went back to asking Katie about dinner. Geoff and I sat down and tried to stay out of the way. The girls set every thing out on the table. "Honey, do we have any more Sprite?" I asked. "It's in the garage," Melinda replied. I got up and came back with a couple of soda bottles for me and Geoff. "How do you know who is who?" Geoff asked. I shot him a puzzled look. "The nicknames," Geoff explained. "Who is who?" I smiled. "They just kind of evolved that way. Melinda is Honey, Leah is Sweetie and Katie is Baby. To the kids, they're Mom, Mommy and Momma." "And what's your name?" Geoff asked with a sly smile. "We call him Tiger," Melinda called from the kitchen. She came over, planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek and then winked at Geoff. "Although sometimes it's Stud when he gets frisky. Come on, guys, dinner is ready." "Would you like some wine with dinner?" I asked as everyone was sitting down. "I thought you were allergic to wine." Geoff looked puzzled. "Some wines," I replied. I'm asthmatic and most wines cause me to break out into hives. For years I avoided the stuff, but now I've learned to check the labels to save myself a whole lot of discomfort. "As long as they don't have sulfites added I'm okay. We've got a wonderful chardonnay from a little vineyard in California or a merlot that's made locally we picked up over at the mall." "I'll take the chardonnay," Mimi said and Geoff did the same. I poured three glasses. Yesmine gave me a curious look when I didn't get any wine for my wives, but didn't say anything, probably for fear of being rude. Dinner was delicious and the six of us were soon in a comfortable place. Mimi and Geoff caught us up on their lives. "We missed you at the reunion," Mimi said again. Leah and I shared a look. Melinda and Katie both nodded, giving their silent approval. "We didn't want to show up and have to explain ourselves," Leah admitted. "What's to explain? You'd be surprised about who the kinkiest people are," Mimi replied. As she said those words, her eyes dropped. I looked at her curiously, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. I glanced over at Leah; she shrugged, but there was something in the look she returned that suggested she might know more. "Yeah, but it's easy to keep some of those things secret." Leah shifted uncomfortably. "I think you didn't want every guy there jealous that you had this beautiful harem at your beck and call," Geoff said to me and laughed. "Yeah, right," I scoffed. "Don't you watch Big Love on TV?" Leah snorted. "It's not all passion, romance and four-way sex like a lot of people think." "It's actually a lot more work than a standard marriage," Melinda added. "Think about the dynamic you two have. Now add two more people to the mix. There are a lot more hurt feelings to worry about." "So why do it?" Mimi asked. "Because we've all been in love with each other for the past eleven years," I said giving each of my wives a loving look. "I actually pick fights so we can have make-up sex," Katie said mischievously and that brought a laugh from everyone. While not quite true, of all the girls, if someone is going to blow their stack, it's her. She is very passionate about everything and she's quick to anger, quick to laugh. To be fair, she is also quick to apologise if she's in the wrong and will go out of her way to make up. "So you have a working polygamy?" Geoff inquired. "I guess so," Melinda said, a contemplative look in her eyes. Twenty-four hours earlier, we would have said no, but the vows we took the night before made us a four-way marriage. "And it's not just a guy with three wives, like the Mormons do it. Each of us has three spouses. I think that's the only way we could work. We love each other and that's what makes our relationship tick." In many cases, when we have this discussion with our friends—especially those we haven't seen in a while—the conversation invariably turns to sex. What's it like? Who does who? Can we come watch sometime? And the like. For us, it's kind of uncomfortable. Our private lives are exactly that: private. Usually we brush those questions aside because they really aren't anyone's damn business. Mimi and Geoff never went there, and for that I was grateful. You know you're getting old when you start talking about retirement and mortgages with your friends. They were curious about how we had divided up our assets and handled all of the property issues. Since polygamy isn't legally recognised in the United States, we had to get creative with our bank accounts and property so that everyone had an equal share without violating any laws or triggering some added scrutiny by the IRS or another governmental agency. Weekend Getaway Part 1: The Camp We crossed the cattle guard over the stream and pulled up at the gate. I stepped out of the pickup and took the keys to the padlock. The tractor trail on the other side looked like it had recently been sprayed with weed killer, so I knew the neighbor Dad paid to keep the property up was keeping the bargain. In the winter this was a hunting camp, but in February Dianne and I would have it all to ourselves for a few days. No office for me, no dance classes for her to teach. Seven miles down a gravel road and a mile up this logging road would bring us to the privacy of our grey cabin with the steep pitched roof and a porch all the way around its big single room. Dianne roused herself in the passenger seat as I locked the gate behind us and climbed back into the truck. She had slept the last seventy miles. "Almost there, Hon?" she moaned. "Yeah, Baby," I said. "I don't remember the trees so close to the road like this." "Dad said the logging company clear cut this section about three years ago and replanted it. When you were here those trees were only knee high." "Oh yeah, now I remember" she said as we rounded a turn and the cabin came into view. Dad had a great explanation for the unusual style of the cabin. The original builder had obviously studied traditional architecture and built and African style raised wooden cottage for his camp. "Keeps it cool on hot summer nights by drawing air up through the roof" Dad was fond of telling his guests. If his clients liked to hunt Dad would bring them here in deer season. Most of them went home with an ice chest full of fresh venison and a new contract with Dad. The place had been in Mom's family for years before she met Dad. She and her sisters would spend summers here when Grandma wanted to get "out of the city" as the old moneyed families used to say. Mom and Aunt Jenny followed the tradition by bringing my little sister, cousins and me up here. It was crowded at times with five kids, two moms and on weekends two dads but very happy. The neat part for younger kids was that kids six years old didn't wear clothes during their summer stay. I know that sounds like something out of the YaYa Sisterhood but it was the way Grandma then Mom and Aunt Jenny raised their families. Di's only visit here was for a family reunion July 4 barbeque and we didn't get to spend the night. Now it would be an inexpensive vacation for a few days. When I stopped the truck Di grabbed the smaller of our two ice chests before I could say "I'll get that" and started up the steps to the porch. The ancient refrigerator that in true Southern style always stood on the porch had been replaced by a new one that would keep our beer and food cold. Around the side of the house was and outdoor shower, a "kid wash" as Aunt Jenny used to call it as she herded us through it at sunsets. "Hey Di" I said as she put away the contents of the ice chest. "Did you get inside at all last year?" "No, I just looked through the windows. Did you really use the kid wash? "Every day. Come on, let me show you to our room." I unlocked the door, turned to Di and swept her up like a newlywed. "Just for luck" I said as I carried her over the threshold. "Always the romantic" she giggled and looked around as I set her feet down. "Oh my goodness, this is great!" Dad had obviously remodeled the place, with a new built in oven and range, sink and a soapstone fireplace that replaced the ancient Franklin stove. Bunk beds with full size lowers were draped with sheets to keep the dust off the mattresses. The floor, once bare wood, was now covered with tile. A wooden picnic table and a pair of rocking chairs completed the furniture with plenty of room left around the fireplace where what appeared to be a Persian rug was rolled up against the wall. "Good old Dad" I said. "The only thing still primitive is the privy out back." Di opened the shutter and looked out the back window. "Looks like he ran the electricity to it, too" she said. "And that tool shed next to it looks new as well." "Probably has his barbeque pit and a generator in there. We used to have regular power failures out here on the end of the grid." "Didn't you have mosquitoes? These windows don't have screens" "As I recall the breeze at night was too much for them" I said, pulling the sheet off a bunk. "Yeah," I looked up "There's the old attic fan. Actually it got chilly on naked kids. Mom used to cover us with flannel sheets after we fell asleep on our floor pallets." "Do you think we'll be cold tonight?" Di asked, wrapping her hands behind my neck. She arched her back, putting her belly against my groin and throwing her shoulders back. "'Cause I expect you to keep me warm." "You'll be warm alright" I said. "How about we get the rest of our stuff and then take a walk down to the pond before it gets dark?" "Can we pretend we're under six?" Di smiled. I wasn't about to say no to that request. Part 2: The Pond I had not been naked in the woods in over twenty years, and memories of this place filled my head as we held hand and walked down the stone path to the pond, illuminated by warm afternoon sunshine. Last year Di had achieved a great all over tan by sunning herself in our back yard, but right now we were both rather pale. The pond had once been a tank, a man made reservoir for livestock. Long ago someone had planted a live oak on the hillside and that tree was so huge that as a child I helped Dad hang a tire swing from it. The rope had long since rotted away and I made a mental note to replace it. The lone oak looked stately among the pines that surrounded it. Di let go of my hand and ran to the shallow end of the pond to dip her toes into the water. "Brrrrr! Too cold!" she shivered as she shouted. "Yeah," I said. "The sun doesn't get to it very well this time of year. By Easter it'll be warm enough to swim." "I'm disappointed" Di pretended to pout, sucking her right thumb and planting her left hand on her hip. It had the effect of exaggerating her stance, with her right hip thrown out. Sunlight filtering through the oak leaves painted spots on her naked skin. "As Aunt Jenny would say" I scolded her. "'Don't you pout out here in front of God in His creation. There's too many wonderful things to see and do to take that attitude.'" I was saying the words but my mind heard Aunt Jenny scolding her girls and my sister. I had a difficult time deciding if I wanted to concentrate on the memory of three naked preschoolers or the view of my naked wife who had unknowingly assumed the same posture. Di teased back. "OK Aunt Jenny. What else is there to do in this Garden of Eden?" "Come with me, little girl, and I'll show you" I said extending my hand. She took my hand and I led her trough the pines to show her the place where Little Red Riding Hood met the wolf on the path to Grandma's house. Part 3: The Kid Wash and Dinner We got back to the cabin as the sun began to touch the hills to our west, throwing long shadows. "If you want to use the kid wash we should do it quickly" I said. "Why" she asked. "Well, the water comes out of that cistern" I pointed, "and into a set of black pipes that zigzag on the roof making it a solar water heater. It's hot now but it cools off fast since there's no insulation. You game?" "For you, always" Di said and took the lead, pulling me as she skipped up the steps. We stepped under the shower head together and I turned it on. The water hit us gently, and Dianne luxuriated in it, letting it run down her face and body. I kicked at the water that puddled at our feet to splash her feet clean, then ran my hands over her wet body. I'd been in the kid wash many times with my naked cousins but this was different. The water turned cold quickly and I shut it off. "Damn!" I said. "We forgot to bring out towels!" "Well," said Di, "It's not too cold yet. Why don't you bring in some firewood and I'll go in and start dinner?" "Sounds like a plan to me" I said. She kissed my cheek and started toward the door. Then she paused and did a kind of shimmy that shook the water off her body. It also made her ass move in a way that made blood rush to my balls, so it took a moment for my brain to remember that Di teaches Eastern dancing to a "ladies over 18 only" class. I've seen her practice that shimmy before, but never naked and never from the rear. Finally I processed the word "Firewood" and grabbed Dad's canvas wood carrier. I carried a load of wood into the back door and stopped at the sight that greeted me: Dianne had her naked back to me but was wearing a ruffled red and white apron tied around her neck and waist. I couldn't resist saying something. "Nice apron, Honey!" "Thanks darling" she said without looking up. "Its your Mom's." "It would never look this good on Mom!" Di turned to grin over her shoulder. "That's not what your Dad said. I called them while you were at work yesterday. Mom told me what she kept up here for when they come up so I could pack less. Your Dad was there and he picked up the other phone to tell me more. I could practically hear Mom blushing when he brought up this apron!" "So you knew all about this place and still let me lead you all over the woods? "No, they didn't tell me much about the woods, just the cabin." She put the last pot on the stove. "And I LOVED every minute we spent in the woods today. The noodles will be ready in about ten minutes, so why don't you get another load of wood so you won't have to go back out there tonight?" When I came back Dianne had unrolled the Persian rug and mover a rocker close to the fireplace. "Have a seat and I'll get you a beer." I lit the fire and sat down just as she came back in with the beer. "Mom said to use paper plates and carry our garbage out with us" she said without looking back. "Did she give you any instructions on how to fuck me?" I asked, a little annoyed that she kept the conversation from me. "No, just the positions your Dad likes" she teased back. "But next time I'll ask her. Any woman who refereed two boys and three girls running around this place naked is one hell of a woman." "Ok, Di, first we're talking about my Mom here, and second, Darry was born when I was five so there were never two naked boys. Once I turned six I had to start wearing shorts or go back to stay with Dad." "Yeah. Do you remember what you thought about naked girls back then?" "Just that they peed differently that I did. I mean, Sis was just eleven months behind me and Aunt Jenny had Belle the same year. I was sharing a bathtub with them before I was toilet trained." Di was shuffling pots in the kitchen without looking at me while I watched her. "Mom said you loved it here even after you started wearing pants." I focused my attention on the fire. "I came here summers until I was twelve and went off to that boys' camp. Belle and Sis wrote me to say how much the missed me and that it wasn't the same without me, but the next year they discovered the other differences between boys and girls." I chuckled and added "When I saw Belle at Thanksgiving that year she had discovered kissing and wanted to practice with me." "She taught you well. Remind me to send her a thank you card" Di giggled. "Where are Belle and Darren and, uh ...." "Mel" I said. "I'll have to ask Mom. You wanna make the call? A timer went off and Di poured something in the sink. "I love Mom. If she wasn't my mother I'd want her to be my friend. But no, you call when we get home. You wanna eat at the table or in front of the fire?" "Table" I said getting up from the rocker. Di took off the apron and put two plates of spaghetti on the table, then popped the top off a container of coleslaw. "Mom's recipe for coleslaw" she said. "Aunt Jenny's recipe if you got it from Mom. She's used it since Jenny died." "Really? Mom didn't mention it." Di replied. "You do realize that you've been calling my mother 'Mom,' don't you.?" "Yeah, she caught on to it about a month ago, took it as a compliment. Look, are there any meal time traditions she and Jenny had you kids do?" "Uh, yeah, they usually had us say a blessing. Wanna keep the tradition?" Di folded her hands in front of her bare breasts. "Go ahead." "OK, say it after me... God is great..." "God is great..." "God is good..." "And we thank Him for our food. Amen" "And we thank Him for our food. Amen" Di unconsciously crossed herself as she said Amen. "It looks funny to see you cross yourself when you're naked" I said. "Yeah" she said. "Funnier still, I converted when I was 17 but every time someone says grace I still cross myself like a good little Catholic schoolgirl. Have you ever seen me do it any other time?" "No, but I imagine we looked pretty funny too, naked kids saying grace." Di smiled. "I want your children to have that memory too." "Well, you'll have to bring them up here in the summer while I'm working" I said and scooped up a big forkful of Aunt Jenny's coleslaw. Part 4: By the Fireplace "You know" Di said as she dumped the empty plates into a garbage bag, "We had a great day bare ass naked and you didn't get a full erection. Who are you and what have you done with Dave?" "I guess when I'm here I'm that naked little boy" I said, watching her naked backside as she moved around the kitchen. "But if you keep shaking your ass like that I'm gonna hit puberty pretty soon." Di turned and smiled. "I certainly hope so! You want another beer?" "OK." "OK, build up the fire and have a seat by it." She went out to the refrigerator on the porch. I was just closing the fireplace screen when she came back in. I took the beer and sat in the rocker. Di pulled the footstool up and sat between my legs with her back to me and her knees up to her chin. One stray curl had come untucked from her braided hair and I twirled it between my fingers. "Today was wonderful" Di said. "I want to bring your children here every summer." "Wanna start on that tonight, babe?" I asked. Di leaned her head back into my lap as if she was trying to look up into my face. "I didn't start my birth control pills again after my last period" she said. "You sneaky bad girl" I replied. She turned on the stool so she was half illuminated by the fire. "I'm not ovulating this week, but yes, I want to start working on it tonight." She turned completely around and wrapped her hands around my balls. "What about your dance classes?" I said then drained my beer. "I can teach Eastern dance right up to the end. It's great for pregnant women, works the abdominal muscles. Maybe I could start a 'pregos only' class." Gently touching my penis she continued "And I know you're going to be a great Daddy." My dick was rising to the occasion when she stood up and took my hands to get me to my feet." Facing her and looking into each others' eyes she asked me "The only question now is 'Here by the fire or in the lower bunk?'" "Here by the fire" I said, wrapping my arms around her and smothering her in a kiss. Her arms wrapped around me and her tongue entered my mouth. Without breaking the hug I lowered her to the rug, breaking the kiss just to look at her face as I laid her down on her side with her head on my arm. She moved her legs to hook mine, entwining them. Her right arm was pinned under us, but her left moved from my shoulder down to my hip as she pulled herself closer pressing her breasts and belly against me. My free hand moved to her breast and squeezed gently. I don't know how long we entwined on the rug before she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. That gave my right hand room to move down to her close-cropped bush and I worked a finger into her pussy. She was already wet as I kissed my way down her neck, shoulder, breast, pausing on her right nipple to kiss it thoroughly before moving down to her belly to kiss around her navel jewel. I rubbed my nose in her pubic hair, savoring her scent before locking my mouth over her vagina and tonguing her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and crossed her ankles behind my neck, pulling her but off the rug as I licked and pushed my tongue into her juicy box. She moaned and shook all over, and then I felt her go limp and her legs fell heavily from around my neck onto the Persian rug. I pulled back to look at her face. Her eyes were shut tight and her lips open in a slack-jawed smile. I positioned myself to penetrate her and buried my rod in her pussy. The sudden filling drew a loud "oooouuuh" from my wife but I covered her lips with another kiss as I supported my weight on my elbows and placed my hands on her cheeks. I began humping and she pushed back to meet each stroke. Not wishing to come too soon I paused at full penetration to feel her contract her vaginal muscles around me then resumed a slower rhythm that brought her to another orgasm before I had to raise my head and groan as I emptied my sperm deep in her body. I rested my head on the carpet, my chin on her shoulder. She giggled and clinched her pussy muscles in Cagle exercises around my now so sensitive penis. Oh, I just love that "snapping pussy"! She cooed "I love you Dave." "And I love you Di" I said and the rolled off her onto my back. She cuddled up to me, head on my shoulder with one hand under the small of my back and the other on my chest. Air escaped from her vagina with an audible series of "pop pop pops." We both chuckled at the "pussy farts." "Sounds like I did a good job" I said. "It was wonderful" she cooed. "You certainly are, baby" I said. My brain was just getting enough blood back into it as my penis shrank back to flaccid so I could think again. I ran my eyes over the love of my life, illuminated by the fire and cuddling me like I was her teddy bear and realized she had fallen sound asleep. I pushed that loose curl over her temple back out of her face then laid my hand down on the rug and joined her. Part 4: Dawn and Doggie Style I woke up to find that Di had rolled over and I was spooned around her. She no longer had her head on my arm, her cheek rested on her folded hands so I raised my arm to look at my watch. Just after 6 AM. The time confirmed that the gray light trickling through the shutters was the approach of dawn. I decided to get up and watch it but I paused to look at my naked bride, curled almost into a fetal position in front of the dying fire. If my steps made any noise Di didn't seem to wake while I opened the door. Cool air hit me gently. Not cool enough to make me want to dress, just to make me feel refreshed. Many mornings as a child I'd risen naked from my pallet on the floor to watch the sunrise from my mother's lap, or sitting next to Aunt Jenny. Jenny would have poured a steaming cup of herbal tea but today I opened the fridge and pulled out a longneck. As I popped the top and took my first sip I heard Dad's voice in my head: "Beer, breakfast of losers and quitters!" No, Dad, I said to the voice, not today. I took another swig and sat my naked behind down on the steps facing east. The sun peeked over the hills as I sat thinking of Belle and Sis, Mel and Darren and our time as naked children when our only care was play. It occurred to me that when I was six and had to start wearing shorts Mom had a great explanation for why I could no longer go bare, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what that explanation was. It must have been good because I don't remember Belle and Sis saying so much as a word about it when I was the only clothed child. For that matter, I don't recall any complaints the next year when they donned the bottoms of their two piece swimsuits while Mel was still allowed to play naked. I was lost in thought when I heard "Oh my!" behind me and turned to see Dianne wrapped in a sheet. "What a view!" she said. Weekend Getaway "So is mine" I said, devouring her draped body with my eyes. She draped the sheet over my shoulders and sat down beside me. She cuddled close to me then took the beer from my hand and gulped a huge swig. "I didn't think I should wake you" I said. "You didn't. I got cold and saw you were gone so I decided to join you. This view is beautiful. I'm glad we can see it together." "Yeah, when I come up here with Dad I'm too busy seeing to the client's needs to enjoy the sunrise. This is how I remember it as a child." "With a beer in your hand?" "Ha ha, no, it would have been a cup of Jenny's hot herbal tea." Di moved her head so her chin rested on my shoulder. "I am sooo looking forward to bringing your children here." "OUR children" I corrected. "But you know, even if you get pregnant this year it will be a couple of years before Junior can appreciate this. Maybe we could come back while you're pregnant or you can come with your girlfriends while I'm working." "I think Sue and Angie will be pregnant soon" she said. "In fact, we have a wager on who's first." "OK, you have my attention. What's the bet?" "Free babysitting" she grinned. "First one to deliver gets the services of her friends as soon as the doctor tells her it's OK to seduce her husband again." Di licked my ear. "Competitive sex. I think I like that." "You recovered from last night, big boy?" "Ready when you are, little girl." I turned and kissed her squarely on the lips. She set the beer down but it fell over and rolled off the porch landing in the grass. Neither of us paid it any attention as we fondled each other with the license of blind beggars. Di pulled her lips off mine and turned to offer me her cheek which I kissed passionately. "Take me doggie style. Right here in the sun" she whispered without opening her eyes. I was happy to comply and we rolled into the position. Di put her face down into the sheet with her ass in the air, her back straight. My erection was ready so I plunged it into her sopping cunt. "Nnnghmmm" she cooed, feeling the fullness. She put a cheek to the sheet and reached back between her legs with both hands. Her left played with her clit and with her right she tried to fondle my balls. That wasn't as easy as it sounds because they were bouncing and swinging as I pounded into her vigorously. It wasn't long before I felt the juice rise and I shot my load into her without a word. When she felt the flood Di pushed herself up to a kneeling position in front of me and turned her face to mine over her shoulder. I leaned forward to kiss her and my hands moved from her hips to her tummy. Then I dropped my right to her clit and pulled the hood back with my finger tips. She dropped her hands to mine as if to guide them to where they felt best. My rapidly shrinking penis slipped out of her dripping cunt as she fondled herself with my hands, moving my left up to her breast. My right hand covered her crotch and brought her to a shuddering orgasm. "Tha', tha's 'nough! That's enough!" she moaned. If I hadn't had my arms around her she might have fallen on her face but I laid her down gently on the rumpled sheet and knelt over her watching her tits rise and fall with each deep breath. The morning sun painted her a pale yellow. "Ooooh! What a great way to start the morning" she purred and stretched herself. She was able to reach my balls and fondled them with one hand. When her eyes met mine she cooed "As soon as the house stops spinning I'll fix you some breakfast." "You sure you're up to it?" I teased. "Tee hee" she giggled. "Up to it!" she said as she let go of my balls and grapped my flaccid dick. "You said up to it!" and gave me a not so gentle tug. Her hand slipped off, greased by sperm and her juices. "Girl, you are in no shape to be near a stove!" I said. "I don't have to be near a stove to serve you frosted flakes like Mom did when you were a kid." A flood of memories filled my sex-addled brain: Naked children, me five years old and Belle and Sis four, Mel three, with Mom pouring cereal; playing "Rock Paper Scissors" for the toy in the cereal box, and the day little Mel spilled cold milk all over Belle's chest painting her nipples and tummy white. I was lost in the memories for a few seconds before I realized I was staring at Di's chest. She propped herself up on one elbow and said "I didn't know frosted flakes would have such and effect on you. You OK?" "Yeah, just remembering." I rose to my feet and reached down to her. She took my hands and I pulled her to her feet. She glided into a hug then turned, keeping one hand around my back. "Come on big boy. Tell me all about it while I pour your milk." "I love you, Dianne." "Enough to show me the Hide Out today?" she teased. "Mom told you about the Hide Out?" I asked. "Uh huh. And I insist you take me there today." "Take you" I said as the pun hit my brain. "Do you mean 'lead you there' or 'take' you like I just did?" "Both" she giggled. Part 6: Epilog That day Dianne got to see not only the Hide Out but every other fantasy I could remember: The deck of the pirate ship where Red Handed Jill told stories to Captain Hook's crew, the Lost Boys' hollow tree, and the path where Hansel and Gretel left the trail of bread crumbs. We didn't put on a stitch of clothes until the following day for the drive home. If Dianne isn't pregnant we'll come back soon and camp in Princess Tiger Lilly's teepee and take Sinbad's magic carpet to the Hundred Acre Woods. When we get home Di wants me to call Mom for Belle and Mel's phone numbers to see if they can join her this summer. I hope I can join them on weekends like Dad used to do. Even if they make me wear shorts I want to come. Maybe the women will be adults and stay dressed. Maybe they'll be six and wear only their swim suit bottoms, or maybe we'll all be five years old, but we'll make memories for ourselves before we make them with our children. Weekend Getaway Four-day weekends are always fun, but I rarely have the chance to take advantage of them. Fortunately, on one such weekend a few years ago, an older friend asked my girlfriend and me to join him and his wife on a camping trip. It ended up being one of the wildest weekends of my life. My girlfriend, Andrea (Andi, for short), had a reputation of being a bit of a slut before I met her, but I soon found out the reputation was undeserved. She didn't mind watching porn tapes, but when it came to acting out some of those scenes (anal, threesomes, toys), she said she wasn't interested. She preferred giving hand to giving head, and preferred giving head to fucking. I wasn't sure if that was because her previous boyfriends didn't know how to use the equipment they were given, or if she was just uptight about getting pregnant even though she was on the pill. When it came to sex, her options for positions could be counted on one hand. Although she lacked imagination during sex, she had a well-toned body that she managed to keep tan year-round. Andi looked a little bit like Jennifer Aniston in the face, but a little thinner in the body. She was blessed with long legs, small-but-perky tits, a beautiful ass, and a tight, attractive pussy. She could have been a runway model if she didn't have her heart set on being a veterinarian. Mine wasn't the only dick in her life. We both knew she had better looking boyfriends, but none of them bothered to get her off as well or as often. When it came to her receiving oral pleasure, though, she would find a way to let me get her off, no matter where we were. She may have been high maintenance, but I had the satisfaction of knowing I could get her off any time, anywhere. My camping trip friends were a little different. I had just turned 18 when I first met them. At the time of this camping trip, I was a few months from my 21st birthday. They were both in their mid 30's, but maintained a very youthful lifestyle. Ken was short, balding, a little overweight, but a nice guy and usually funny. He reminded me of Ron Jeremy but with short hair and a much shorter pecker. His wife, Sarah, was a little shorter than Ken, natural, and pleasant to be around. As far as nice people to hang out with, I don't think I could have done better at the time. Sarah was a reasonably attractive woman. She looked a little bit like Dina Meyer with just a touch of baby fat and bigger boobs. She had strawberry-blond hair, green eyes, and freckles across her nose and cheeks. Motherhood had been good to her, and she retained her full, round tits. Her waist was small, but widened to shapely hips, a beautiful ass and well-shaped legs. I teased her about how small her feet were, but I think she knew I thought they were pretty. She was shorter and had more curves than Andi, but I thought she was still cute for her age. She wasn't a New York model, but she had what it took to turn heads in a good way. Sarah had had two kids (staying with their grandparents on this particular weekend), but her body bounced right back into shape. She worked out regularly, and rewarded herself (and the rest of us) by buying the skimpiest bikinis to wear while sunbathing. These were the days before Malibu Strings, but what she wore came pretty close. I asked Andi to buy similar "bathing suits" as all she had ever worn in the past were the standard bikinis. Sarah jokingly told me she'd see if she could help Andi (and me) out in that area. Their lot on the campground was very secluded, surrounded by trees, and only a quarter-mile from the lake where they kept their boat docked. It was still early in the season, and there were no other campers in our area. It wasn't unusual for Andi and Sarah to take their bikini tops off while tanning their back sides, but Sarah somehow managed to take it all off for that "all over tan" when she thought nobody else was around. Andi preferred the creamy white triangles of her tits, pussy, and above the crack of her ass. A normal weekend in the summer would have us take Ken's boat out on the lake, water ski, and have a nightly campfire. At the end of the evening, my girlfriend-at-the-time and I would go back to our tent for some quiet outdoor sex, and an envious Sarah and Ken would go back to their camper with their kids. Ken would sometimes kid me the next morning, saying he could beat off 2 or 3 times for every orgasm I either had or gave to my girlfriend-at-the-time. If she were willing, I'd sometimes stand and have my girlfriend-at-the-time blow me just outside the tent, knowing Ken was probably watching. What I didn't know was that sometimes Sarah was watching, too. Andi and I left Thursday afternoon and arrived at the campground just before sunset. Ken had already set up the campfire, and Sarah seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet without the kids as we pulled up. After the usual hugs and handshakes, Sarah and Andi quickly unpacked the car while I worked on setting up the tent. Something was a little different about Sarah, though. I don't know if it was the fact that her hair was a little longer, she looked a little thinner, or if she was wearing her clothing in a more revealing manner, but something about her kept catching my eye. The girls went in the camper to start preparing a late dinner. Ken handed me a beer and directed me to the campfire. When he thought we were far enough away from the camper, Ken decided it was time to get something off his chest. We've had personal conversations before, but it was usually me doing most of the talking, especially after a few beers. Ken knew about almost every girl I had ever been with; every position, good lays and bad. I figured I was in for a shock when it was going to be him doing most of the talking, and I was right. He told me his sex life was lacking, recently, and felt like he couldn't make Sarah happy anymore. I asked him if he talked to her about it, and he said she could only get off if she fantasized about someone else. I told him that was OK, and that he shouldn't let that bother him. As long as they were still having sex, he should be happy and let things take their course. Then he said that a few weeks ago he overheard Andi telling his wife about how well I could get her off, and how since then, Sarah moaned my name more than once in her sleep. I could feel my cock throb just at the thought of his wife dreaming about me. It was a strange feeling. At first I thought he was jealous, suspecting that I had been screwing his wife behind his back. (I hadn't). I was surprised to hear that Andi had even had a conversation about sex with Sarah. Maybe she still had a naughty side, after all. I felt a little awkward, but I told him to go on. The more Ken talked, the more I realized that this weekend was all part of his desperate plan to show his wife a good time. He wanted me to sleep with his wife! Maybe Andi, too! I listened as he went into detail of everything he fantasized about – thinking it was the same that Sarah fantasized about. He didn't want me and/or Andi to fuck her just once, either. In his mind, he felt that the only way for Sarah and him to be happy again was to have someone else join them. I had told Ken about many of my sexual adventures, and now he wanted Sarah to have the same experiences. Thinking he was probably just a little drunk, I told him we had all weekend and I'd like to sleep on it. We were good friends, and I didn't want to ruin anything between Ken and Sarah. Andi was just a girlfriend that would eventually be replaced, but Sarah was his wife. The girls came out with the food, as if on cue. We grilled some freshly caught Amber Jack, had a few more beers, and talked about the following day's options. All night, I found myself undressing Sarah with my eyes. We decided the weather looked good for taking the boat out for some early morning water skiing. We'd probably drop the girls off at the secluded campground to relax and enjoy the sun the rest of the afternoon. We'd then go around the lake to check out the other sunbathers, stop at the marina for more beer or food, and then head back to the campground. Sounded like a good plan. It had been a long day, followed by an interesting evening, and it was time to turn in. The water hook-up to the camper provided a never-ending supply of water. Unfortunately, it would be a few hours before it was warm enough for a shower. Ken and Sarah said they didn't mind the cold shower, but Andi and I agreed we would have to wait a few hours, or even until morning. We waived goodnight to Ken and Sarah as they closed the door to the camper. As soon as we got in our tent, Andi took off her clothes and pushed my face onto her pussy. Something had gotten her hot earlier, and she apparently needed relief. She had trimmed her pubic hair as short as it could be, and at first glance, her pussy looked practically shaved. It didn't look like that the last time I fucked her, so this must have been something special for the weekend. As I licked her to orgasm, I worked three fingers into her pussy, paying close attention to her G-spot. I was working on giving her another orgasm when she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and guided one of my fingers to her asshole. Our eyes were locked onto each other as I slid two fingers back in her pussy and the third carefully into her ass. She knew that I always wanted to try ass-play with her, but this was the first time she actually let me put anything in her ass besides my tongue. I barely slid the first joint of my finger past her sphincter when she let out a yelp signaling another wave of orgasm. She slapped my dripping wet hand away from her crotch and rolled me onto my back. I still had most of my clothes on, but I'm sure she could feel the bulge in my shorts as she ground her ass onto my crotch. She leaned over and kissed me as deeply as I could be kissed. For a while I wasn't sure if this was the end of the evening's events or just the beginning. She pulled off my shorts and began what I thought was going to be the usual tug-job. She could see my disappointment, and quickly turned to inhale my growing cock. Her blowjobs in the past were rarely subtle, but she never sucked with as much enthusiasm as she was demonstrating now. I could feel her nose touching my balls as she deep-throated my cock for the first time. Obviously, she had been holding back. I tapped her on the shoulder to let her know I was about to cum (as she had asked me to do so many times before), but this time she ignored the tap and kept on sucking until my balls tightened up and I shot off in her mouth. I expected her to spit, complain, and spit again, but was surprised to feel her swallow my cum and begin coaxing another erection. Within seconds, she turned around, impaling her beautiful pussy with my cock. She leaned over to kiss me as her ass bounced up and down behind her. The taste of my cum was still fresh on her lips. She was on the pill, so I wasn't completely concerned about coming inside her. Apparently, she wasn't either - which was also a first. It was only a matter of about five minutes before I realized I was ready to cum again, which was probably a good thing with all the noise Andi had been making. I expected her to hop off of me at the first sign of my orgasm, but instead she ground her pubic bone harder against mine, flattening her swollen clit against me. Within seconds of feeling the warm gush of cum inside her, her pussy tightened around my shaft, loosened for a second, and then tightened again. I could feel my cum drip from her pussy down to my balls and ass. We remained motionless for a few minutes, and then, in her formerly typical prudish fashion, she hopped off, got dressed, and ran into the camper for a quick shower, cold water or not. About fifteen minutes later, she was back in the tent wearing pajamas, and kissing me goodnight. She was asleep within seconds of her head touching the pillow. I put a towel around my waist and threw on a T-shirt. As I walked out of the tent, I could see Ken sitting by what was left of the campfire. He told me to have a seat, and handed me a beer. "I thought you went to bed." I asked. "I did, but Sarah woke up while Andi was getting her rocks off for the third time, " Ken answered with a grin. "She started fingering her pussy so fast and so hard that by the time I realized what was happening, she was finished. She was nice enough to give me a hand job before falling asleep, though." "Well, that's good, right?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. He looked desperate. Ken knew that Sarah was hard-up, and he felt horrible that he couldn't rock her world as well as he did years ago. I figured it was just a phase they were going through, but it was affecting Ken's enjoyment, too. He almost felt guilty about Sarah not being satisfied by his efforts. Ken pushed his idea again. "You should fuck her tonight, " he said. "Fuck her face. Fuck her cunt. Hell, fuck her feet. I know you like them. She knows you like them." "And where are you going to be?" I asked. "I'll wait right here, if you want. When you're done, take a shower and I'll know it's safe to go inside. I don't care. Just get in there!" he said. "What about Andi? What if she wakes up?" I asked. "Fuck her, too. Or I'll fuck her... I don't care. She'll probably sleep right through it after your fuck-session earlier, " he answered. My cock was almost erect and no longer concealed by the towel around my waist. Ken couldn't help but stare, and I thought he was a little concerned about me stretching out his wife's pussy. Little did I know? The thought of Ken offering his wife made my cock swell even larger. I couldn't hide it anymore. I had no idea how this would work. I didn't even know if Sarah would go for it. What if she didn't? How would we act the rest of the weekend? What would I say to Andi if she found out? Did Ken want to fuck Andi? That would be interesting. Ken wasn't well endowed in length, but he had most guys beat in girth – including me. The thought of young Andi being fucked silly by a short fat guy with a short fat cock amused me enough to make my cock spring up. I threw the towel over my shoulder, exposing my erect cock and shaved balls. Ken gave me a big grin and subconsciously put his hand down the front of his shorts. I walked toward the camper wearing nothing but a T-shirt, flip-flops, and a worried smile. I carefully opened the door so it wouldn't make any noise. The lights were all out except for the bathroom/shower light. This was an older camper, but it was huge. It had a master bedroom on one end, and two bunk beds on the other. In the middle, there was a kitchen/eating area and a small bathroom that housed a commode and shower. Ken had made a few modifications to the camper, and I was impressed every time I stepped into it. Sarah was asleep in the master bedroom. I decided to take a quick shower to wash the cum off my balls and ass crack and calm myself down. I hoped Ken would understand that this wasn't the "after I fucked Sarah" shower, and would stay outside. I didn't waste any time, and still had half an erection as I toweled myself dry. I came out of the little bathroom and turned out the light. I quietly stepped into the master bedroom and found Sarah asleep on her stomach, naked, and with one armed tucked under her. Her hand was between her legs and it looked like she had been fingering herself in her sleep. I carefully got into bed with her, and slowly slid into position beside her. I put my hand on her leg and gently ran my fingers up and down, giving her goose bumps on her ass. At first she thought I was her husband and just moved over, but when she felt my pre-cum covered cock pressing against her, she was startled. Ken had a short, fat cock that curved up sharply making it look shorter than it probably really was. (I made that discovery when his shorts came off while waterskiing with a hard-on.) My cock was seven inches in length, thick as a cucumber, and stood straight out when erect. This definitely wasn't her husband's dick. She asked me what I thought I was doing and drew the sheets up around her as she rolled on her back away from me. I thought I had ruined everything. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. I knelt on the bed, making my cock bounce in front of me. She couldn't take her eyes off it. "I don't know what I want, " she said. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. "But now that you're here, and you've crossed the line, I definitely don't want you to leave." She asked if Ken had put me up to this, and I said that Ken just wanted her to be happy; that he thought this might help. She asked what I thought would happen when she told Andi that I fucked the shit out of her all night. I knew she was playing with me and told her she wouldn't tell Andi anything with my cock in her mouth. Sarah thought about it for a minute, and let the sheets fall off her naturally large tits. My eyes were finally able to see in the darkness, and the moon was shining just enough to give me a great view of her incredible body. I leaned over to lightly kiss her, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues wound around each other like we were high school lovers. She reached down and grabbed the shaft of my cock while continuing to kiss my face, neck, and ears. She pushed me back and kissed my chest, stomach, and legs. When she got to my feet, she put one toe at a time in her mouth and sucked and swirled her tongue around them. Then she pulled me onto my stomach and began kissing the back of my legs. She worked up my legs to my back, intentionally passing my ass, and then kissed me around my neck again. She lay on my back and worked her body between my legs, spreading them as she slid down my back with kisses along my spine. When she got to the crack of my ass, she spread my cheeks and began licking my crack lightly. I could feel her saliva dripping from her mouth as she began to concentrate on my asshole. She spread my cheeks further and pulled my ass up into the air as her tongue found my sphincter again and again. "Now, it's my turn" she said. I was seconds away from an incredible orgasm, but did as she asked. I kissed every inch of her body, in the exact order that she kissed mine, ending with her asshole. Her ass came up and her fingers found her clit while I tongued her anus. Within seconds, she was shuddering. She collapsed on her stomach, and then turned to give me a kiss goodnight. "I'm not finished with you, yet, Sarah." I said. "Unless you really want to call it a night?" I asked. "What else do you want to do? Aren't you exhausted?" she asked, almost whimpering. "I know you've been talking to Andi, so you know I can fuck again and again." I said, kneeling again with my bouncing cock inches from her face. "A friend asked me to fuck the shit out of his wife tonight, and that's what I'm going to do." Sarah looked like a girl on her birthday with a dozen presents left to open. She wasn't sure where to begin. I helped her decide by holding the back of her head and gently pushing my cock in her mouth. She hadn't had to deal with a cock this long since her college days, and was a little out of practice. I let her gag a few times, then decided to give her a break and French-kissed her for a few minutes. While we kissed, I moved between her legs and pushed them back so her feet were near her face. She guided my cock to her pussy and I easily slid inside her. I kissed her feet as she pulled me closer to her. Within minutes, she was clawing my thighs and muttering my name under her breath. I pulled out of her pussy, got on top of her, and slid my cock between her tits. I knew I was only going to last a few more seconds, so I decided to give her tits a little attention before I came. As I moved forward, I pinned her arms down and held her head back as I shot my full load in her mouth. Neither of us expected the amount of cum that I produced, but she winced and swallowed every drop like a college girl doing her first shot of tequila. Weekend Getaway I carefully moved back down her body, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks, and cum-covered lips. She ran her fingers through my hair as I kissed and sucked her nipples. I kissed her belly and worked my way down to her hairless pussy. I wasn't sure when she started doing that, but there were no bumps or razor burn. Just as I did to Andi earlier, I slid two fingers in Sarah's pussy, and one up her asshole while I tongued her clit. Sarah's belly moved up and down rapidly as she tried to contain her second orgasm. I removed my fingers and lifted her legs again, pulling her so her ass was off the edge of the bed. I pushed her legs back and gave her pussy a few deep thrusts with my cock, then pulled out and accidentally placed the head of my dick on her anus. "Not yet!" she said. "I want you to cum in my pussy, first. Then you can do whatever you want." It dawned on me that she thought I wanted to fuck her up the ass. The desire was there, but I really didn't think it was an option, especially since I had never done that before. I backed up and put her feet together, and let her knees fall to the sides. She must have known what I wanted to do, because she held her feet in such a way that they formed a pussy shape. I slid my cock between her feet and she proceeded to jerk me off with those pretty little feet. I let her jerk me off for a few minutes before I pushed her legs back and pushed my cock deep into her pussy. I pulled her hips down hard as my cock pushed against her cervix. She locked her legs behind my back and pulled me in tighter as I came inside her. She held me in place with her legs behind my back for at least a minute, and then asked if I was finished. "What was different about you today?" I asked her. "I wasn't wearing any underwear, if that's what you mean, " she answered. "I waxed my pussy, too, so I would tan better down there. It's been feeling so good that I'm thinking about getting my clit and nipples pierced, next." "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. "Not if you have more to do. Do you have more to do to me? Your cock felt really good inside me. I could use more of the same, if you feel up to it'" she said, spreading her legs wide. My cock was bouncing in front of me again. "More of the same... and then some, " I said, and pulled her ass further off the edge of the bed and placed her ankles on my shoulders. Cum squished out of her pussy and down her ass as I worked my cock inside her again. I came inside her pussy two more times before turning her over and tonguing her asshole again. She had her arms stretched out in front of her with her face and tits on the bed. Her knees were about two feet apart and her back was arched so her asshole was open and exposed. I tongued her anus for several minutes, allowing my saliva to fill her asshole. I had fantasized about doing a girl up the butt since seeing my first anal-sex video, but thought it was only something porn stars did. I had the feeling Sarah was going to let me do whatever I wanted, so I decided to go for it. I backed up and admired the sight of her beautiful, full, round ass, and realized I would never look at it the same after tonight. In fact, it would be hard to conceal the erection I was likely to get every time she bent over. I no sooner pushed the head of my cock against her sphincter than she pushed back against me. She pushed back farther and farther until at least four inches were buried in her asshole. "Do you really like my ass?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder. "It's not as nice as Andi's." "I love your ass, " I answered. Sarah's ass was even better than Andi's. Sarah might have been older, and curvier than Andi, but she didn't have an inch of cellulite on her firm body. And even though Sarah's pussy might have been a little looser than Andi's, her asshole was tight, yet accommodating. "Then fill my ass the way you filled my pussy, " she whispered. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. I spit a few more times on my cock as it slid in and out of her asshole. The sight of her beautiful legs and feet to my left and right was almost as arousing as the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her ass. I came within a few minutes, and for the first time, I felt like I was going to collapse. She pulled forward, allowing my cock to pop out of her ass, and then stood next to me. She reached up and pulled my head down to her and French-kissed me again. Within seconds, my cock was bouncing in front of me, poking her in the stomach. She had me sit on the bed with my legs off the side. Then she backed up against me, lifting one leg as she guided the head of my cock toward her asshole. I watched her anus dilate and some cum dripped on my leg. "Do it again, " she said as she lowered herself onto my throbbing dick. My cock slid inside her a little easier this time, and she sat completely on my dick. I moved back a little farther on the bed, and she stayed with me, putting her feet on the bed as well. She then raised and lowered her ass on my cock, over and over, each time, forcing out a little cum from her bowels. I reached around to her front and grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples as I came in her ass for a second time. "Again?" I asked. "I have a guy almost half my age with a dick up my ass ready to cum inside my mouth, pussy and ass AND make me cum a half dozen times in one night! I've needed to be fucked like this for over 15 years. Yes... again!" she answered loudly. She lifted her ass off of my stomach, and moved next to me, with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. "Kiss my feet while you fuck me up the ass, " she said. "I know you're in love with my feet. They are kinda pretty, aren't they?" I stood at the edge of the bed and lifted her feet to my face. As I moved closer, she reached down with both hands and spread her ass cheeks. I slid my cock into her ass and began to lightly kiss her feet and toes. "Kiss my feet like you're worshiping them, " she demanded. "Suck my toes." My cock slid deeper and easier into her asshole, and I quickened my thrusts. She began to gasp. I thought I was hurting her, and slowed my thrusts. "Don't stop! Don't stop fucking my ass, damn it!" she cried. "I'm coming, damn it! You're making me come! Oh fuck!" she yelled. If that didn't wake Andi up, it would be a miracle. It was sensory overload. I hoped she was close because I couldn't hold out any longer. I came so hard, cum squished out of her asshole and onto my balls. She kept pulling me toward her as I was coming, then pulled me on top of her and kissed me all over my face. We hugged for a few minutes with her legs around me and my cock still buried deep in her ass. "Enough?" I asked. "Yeah, enough, " she said. "That was fucking incredible. I won't be able to walk the rest of the weekend." "Shower?" I asked. She smiled and kissed me. "I think we might be able to squeeze in there together." We got up and assessed the bedroom before tiptoeing to the bathroom. We made a mess of the bed. Luckily, they had several sets of sheets, and we managed to change the linen before taking a shower. Once we were in the tight shower, Sarah washed me thoroughly, then dropped to her knees and began sucking my tired cock again. I tried to pull her up to me, but she insisted on giving me another blowjob. "I love your cock and ass about as much as you love my ass and feet. Believe me: I enjoyed this just as much as you did, " she giggled. "I love your tits, too, " I added. She didn't seem to pay attention, as she was busy practicing her deep throat technique on me. She let my cock plop out of her mouth momentarily and let it hit her in the face as she licked my shaved balls. Her hands were all over my legs and ass, occasionally caressing my hairless sack. I kept my pubic hair trimmed above my cock, but I hadn't shaved there - yet. Sarah was very talented and I had a feeling that Ken never knew. "Does Andi suck your cock this good?" she asked. Bad grammar aside, I didn't know how to answer. "Maybe I should show her?" she added with a grin. I was getting tired, and Sarah needed to go to bed so Ken could go to bed. The next day, Andi would be wondering why the rest of us were so tired. I grabbed Sarah's head and shoved my cock down her throat, held it there, then pulled it out to let her catch her breath. She looked up at me, surprised and a little shocked. I held her head firmly and shoved my cock down her throat again, this time making her gag. I held her head close to my pubic area with my cock down her throat, and then pulled out again. I thought I pissed her off at first, but then I realized I must have turned her on. Not to be outdone, she forced more of my cock down her throat and slid a finger up my ass. She pulled me down at my waist, forcing my legs to bend at the knee slightly. She pulled her head back and then leaned in to swallow my cock again. She did that about five more times while sliding her finger in and out of my ass. Finally, she held the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could until it started to hurt. She was working her finger in my butt like a jackhammer. I came hard and felt my knees buckle. Sarah jammed her finger up my ass further, thinking I was trying to get more of her finger inside me. I came again, and cum dripped from her lips as I filled her mouth with another spurt. She pulled my cock from her mouth long enough to swallow, and then put it back in her mouth as if she wanted to make sure she got the last drop. I reached under her jaw and squeezed her mouth open so I could pull my dick out, then pulled her up to me. I pulled her up so I could kiss her and she crossed her legs behind my back. She kissed me all over my face and neck, then hugged me for awhile while the water temperature started to drop. She felt good in my arms, and her ass cheeks felt good on top of my growing cock. I would have fucked her again if I thought Ken wouldn't mind, but decided we had done enough for one night (and morning). Sarah put her head on my shoulder a little longer and I could feel her freckled cheeks tighten as she smiled. When the water was too cold for either of us to handle any longer, we decided it was time to get out and get dressed. I grabbed a new towel, and threw on a T-shirt. I opened the camper door slowly to see if Andi was awake, but the tent was dark. I stepped out and walked as quietly as someone could while wearing flip-flops. Ken stepped out from the shadow of the front of the camper. He looked exhausted. "Well?" he asked. "Wow, " was all I could answer. Ken smiled and told me he'd see me in the morning. I turned and continued toward my tent. Andi appeared to be asleep, so I quietly slid next to her. She stirred, then sat up and looked at her watch. "3 AM?" she asked. "Where have you been?" I told her that Ken and I started talking on my way to the shower, and before we knew it, it was late. She seemed to accept that answer and put her head back down and fell back asleep. I put my arms around her, kissed her neck, and thought about the last four hours until I, too, fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to find Andi making breakfast on our little Coleman grill. Her faded denim cut-offs barely covered her bikini bottom, and her bikini top was the skimpiest I've ever seen her wear and was clearly visible under her thin white T-shirt. She wore a small headband to keep her shoulder-length hair out of her face, which today, had a glow even without make-up. There was no sign of Sarah or Ken, so I asked where they might be. Andi said that Ken went to gas up the boat and that Sarah was sleeping in. I decided to check on Sarah. After giving Andi a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of her ass, I headed to the camper to wake up Sarah. "Get up if you want some breakfast, " I called out. "No thanks, " she answered, "I'm already full from last night." She said that when Ken came in last night, he was so turned on by what he had seen, she felt obligated to blow him several times until he went to sleep. He really wanted to fuck her, but her pussy and asshole were too sore even for his short (yet fat) dick. I told her to get dressed anyway, and come outside and enjoy the sunshine. "Don't worry about that, " she said. "I have to work on keeping this pussy tan. I might even persuade Andi to get some sun in those hard-to-reach places for once." "That'll be the day, " I grinned, and then walked back to the tent. Sarah took her time, but eventually joined us for orange juice and a cereal bar. I thought she must have still been on a diet, so I decided to not kid her about it. Andi and I had a full breakfast, and were in the process of cleaning up when Ken finally showed up. He grabbed some juice and a cereal bar and gave Sarah a big hug and kiss. "It looks like we're the only ones here until tonight, " Ken said. "Even then, I don't think there'll be that many people on the lake this weekend. It looks like a storm is headed this way tomorrow." "Well that sucks!" Andi complained. "We'll just make the most of the good weather while it's here. It's not the end of the world, you know, " Sarah said with a grin. With that, we headed to the boat. The lake was calm and quiet. We were apparently the first ones out that day, so we decided to run the boat quietly. Both Sarah and Andi looked incredibly pretty in the morning sun. The morning air was cool and Andi's nipples were poking through her bathing suit top and T-shirt as if she wasn't wearing anything. Ken had noticed this too, and it didn't take long for his cock to react. "You girls are too hot for me this morning! I'd better cool off before I embarrass myself!" Ken joked as he jumped into the water. I stopped near a floating dock and tied off the boat. Sarah and Andi stepped off the boat onto the dock and started to undress. Shorts and T-shirts were thrown back into the boat, and towels laid out on the floating dock. After taking a quick look around, Sarah untied her bathing suit top and threw that into the boat also. After a brief moment of hesitation, Andi looked at me looking at Sarah, and decided to do the same. Sarah, knowing exactly how this was going to turn out, then stood up and hooked a thumb in each side of her skimpy bikini bottoms. "Objections?" Sarah looked around and asked. "Not from me!" Ken said with a smile, treading water along side the boat. "Me either!" I said. Andi was obviously a little shocked. "This is a little uncomfortable, " Andi whispered. I held Andi in my arms and gave her a warm kiss, telling her we were all friends and that Sarah was just messing around. Andi reached down the front of my shorts and ran her fingers over the head of my pre-cum covered cock. "Is that for me or for her?" Andi asked. I reached down the front of Andi's bikini bottom and ran my fingers between her drenched pussy lips. "I could ask you the same thing, " I whispered. I knew that once Andi's pussy got wet, she would do almost anything to get off. I had a feeling Sarah knew this, too. Ken was swimming around to the back of the boat where he could climb the ladder and get a better view of Sarah and Andi. Andi still had her hand down the front of my shorts and I had my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. Sarah, completely naked except for her sunglasses and a smile, propped herself up on her elbows to see what was going to happen next. "Well, since we're all friends and Sarah is just messing around, they won't mind if we put on a show, too, will they?" With that, Andi dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts to my ankles. My cock sprang out and hit her in the cheek and nose. Within seconds, Andi was giving her best efforts at deep-throating my cock. I wasn't sure if she was turned on, angry, or both, but her head was bobbing on my cock like nothing I had ever seen. Ken applauded with whistles and clapping his hands while Sarah just looked at me and smiled. Andi was fingering her pussy while she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. Ken hopped onto the floating dock and dropped his shorts. He looked to Sarah with hope in his eyes, but Sarah just put her arms behind her head and laid back down. Ken directed his attention to Andi and me and began jerking off in front of us. I came sooner than I expected and Andi, for the second time ever, swallowed everything. She looked at Ken jerking off and got up off her knees. "No need for that, Ken" Andi said as she walked over to Ken. Sarah sat back up to see what was going on. Andi got on her knees in front of Ken and looked at Sarah and me. "Objections? We're all friends, after all, right?" Andi said with a cum-covered smile. "If it makes you happy, go for it" I answered. Andi looked at Sarah, almost as if she hoped she would stop her, but Sarah just smiled at her. Ken looked at me to make sure I was okay with it, and I just nodded to him. Andi looked pissed. When she put his short dick in her mouth, Ken winced as she let her teeth come down a little harder than expected. Within a minute, though, she changed her attitude as Ken's dick got wider and wider. Andi was trying to deep-throat Ken the same way she deep-throated me, but his dick curved up so sharply, she kept gagging. Ken pulled away from her and suggested they try a different position. Andi, somewhat frustrated, agreed. When she saw Ken lay on his back, she stood up and stepped out of her bikini bottoms. She lay on top of him, never looking up at Sarah or me. In a perfect "69", Andi was able to get more of Ken's cock down her throat, and Ken was able to lick Andi's beautifully trimmed pussy. I had a perfect view of Andi's ass, and it was a great sight. Tan lines definitely worked for Andi. In the heat of the moment, Andi orgasmed, letting out a little pussy fart in Ken's face. Ken chuckled, embarrassing Andi. She hopped off of Ken and grabbed her bikini bottom, then hopped in the boat and put the rest of her clothes on. Ken, left high and dry again, shook his head, got up, pulled on his shorts and jumped back in the water. "Guess that leaves you and me, huh?" Sarah asked me. Before I could answer, I noticed another boat approaching. As the stranger's boat approached, I realized my shorts were still around my ankles and my hard-on had not gone away. I quickly pulled up my shorts and hopped in the boat beside Andi. Ken swam around to the back of his boat and climbed the ladder. Sarah, completely nude, wrapped a towel around her, and carefully stepped into the boat and sat across from me with her back to the strangers. She lifted one leg, letting the towel separate from around her waist and exposing her perfectly hairless pussy. Andi looked at her in disgust. "What!? I need to make the most of the sun this morning. Don't be afraid, Andi. It won't bite. In fact, if you pet mine, I'll pet yours. What d'ya say?" Sarah asked jokingly. Andi looked away and pouted. Her nipples wanted to poke through her bikini top and T-shirt again. The little sun she had already absorbed made her legs look incredible. Her whole body was a thing of beauty and the memory of Ken's short but fat cock filling her mouth made my cock start to swell. I imagined Ken's fat cock filling Andi's pussy, and her moaning from never having had anything that wide inside her. I could see how Ken could get off listening to me fuck his wife all night. I was starting to think Ken might be on to something. It was probably just a phase, but I really wanted to see Andi get fucked by Ken. Maybe we would both end up fucking her at the same time. I caught myself reaching for my cock as I heard the sound of a coiled rope landing on the floating dock. The other boat pulled up to the floating dock and an older gentleman stepped out. His female companion, tanned almost to the point of being leathery, stepped up from below waiving a jewelry-covered arm and hand. Weekend Getaway "Leaving so soon? We just got here." The man called to us. "You should stay out as long as you can. There's a storm headed this way that looks like it'll make the rest of the weekend pretty wet." Andi knew all about being pretty wet, but she wasn't in a very good mood at the moment. "I think my girlfriend is feeling a little sick, so we're going to head back to shore, " I answered. "Maybe it was something she ate?" the woman said with a grin. "Maybe, " I smiled back, realizing the woman was staring at the bulge in my shorts. Had they been watching us all morning? What was she, 54? 55? As she stepped onto the dock, it was apparent that this woman still worked out and maintained the body of a 30 year old. Good for her – and for him. I determined that – given the chance – even I would be willing to fuck her. Ken started up the boat and we all waved goodbye as we headed back to the marina where Ken kept his boat. Ken barely had enough time to secure the boat when the sky started to get dark. "Looks like this might be a good one. You guys might want to pack up your tent and stay in the camper tonight, " Ken said without any hidden agenda. Andi didn't answer. Ken felt bad for Andi and I could tell he wanted to give her a hug in a friendly way, but figured it was too soon to do anything physical with her. By the time we made it back to the campground, the rain was coming down hard. Thanks to Andi leaving our tent flap unzipped, all of the clothes inside were soaked. I rolled up the tent and it's contents, grabbed Andi, and ran to the camper. Andi and I were both soaked. Ken had just finished a quick shower when we stepped in, and was in the process of finding a dry pair of shorts. Sarah handed him a towel and told him to save the shorts for later. "We have plenty of towels, Ken, but as usual, you forgot to pack plenty of shorts." Sarah half-heartedly complained. Sarah looked at Andi and me, "You two should take a shower and get out of those wet clothes." There was a moment of hesitation. "What's the big deal? We've seen each other naked, now, so just go take a shower." Andi looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and I told her she could go first. Within a few minutes of her jumping in the shower, though, I decided to try to smooth things over. Andi jumped when I got into the small shower with her. I gave her a hug and kiss, then held her close. I wasn't sure what to say and was relieved when she decided to speak first. "Are you mad at me?" Andi asked. I shook my head "no". "Are you disappointed in me?" Andi asked. I shook my head "no" again. "Are we okay?" I asked her. She nodded "yes" and kissed me some more. We kissed for a few more minutes and then decided to actually try to clean each other up. I soaped her back, her ass, and her legs and within minutes had a full erection. Before I could do anything with it, she turned me around and soaped my back, ass, and legs. As she was working her way back up to my shoulders, she paused momentarily, and then continued washing me. We rinsed off and called for Sarah to bring us two more towels. Sarah gave Andi a short terry cloth bathrobe that barely covered her ass, and gave me a towel that barely reached around my waist. Velcro held the towel in place, but I could tell I wouldn't be able to conceal my erection. Sarah dropped the towel she had been wearing since coming back from the boat ride and stepped into the shower. Ken turned on the portable television. Ken had done a great job of stocking the coolers with beer and food, so there was no chance we were going to starve. He offered Andi and me a beer, which I accepted for both of us. Andi was slipping into a weird mood again, and I couldn't figure out why. I thought we smoothed things out while we were in the shower. The local news was giving a weather update: A steady line of thunder storms for the next 12 to 24 hours. "That's fucking great!" Andi whined. "I couldn't have said it better myself, " Sarah replied, stepping out of the shower. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she opted to not cover herself. Andi looked at Sarah's full breasts almost envious. Occasionally, I could see Andi stretching her neck just a little to get a glimpse of Sarah's hairless pussy. Sarah pretended to be looking for this or that, or reaching for something, bending over each time to give us an incredible view of her ass. Sarah was having fun again, but Andi tried to appear as if she wasn't amused. My cock slid out from under the skimpy towel. I slid the towel around my waist so my bare ass was exposed, but my cock was somewhat covered. Sarah looked at me and said, "Don't bother covering it up. Last I checked, Andi sucked Ken's dick in front of everybody. I think I owe you a blowjob, don't I?" Sarah asked. Ken already had opened his towel and was stroking his fat cock – which seemed to be a little fatter and longer than I had remembered. Sarah sat next to Andi, put her hand on Andi's knee, and whispered into Andi's ear, "Sweetheart, if you didn't want me to blow your boyfriend, why did you blow my husband?" Andi pushed Sarah's hand aside and moved next to Ken. Her eyes opened wide when she got a full view of the size of Ken's unusually fat dick. It was probably only 5 inches long, but it was at least as thick as a Coke can, curving up to a small tipped head. She stood up and let the tiny terrycloth bathrobe fall to the floor. Her nipples were hard and erect, and the white triangles of her tits and above her pussy made her dark tan even more attractive to me. "Ken, " Andi said, "As long as we're keeping score, I think I owe you a fuck, don't I?" She looked at Sarah, "If you didn't want me to fuck your husband, why did you fuck my boyfriend?" she asked, stepping backward as if she was going to sit on Ken's lap. Sarah's nails were a little longer than Andi's. Was it possible she left some scratches on my back from the night before? Were we so loud that we woke up Andi? Before I had the chance to say anything, the head of Ken's cock was already in Andi's pussy. Ken held her legs up and back, giving Sarah and me a fantastic view of his fat cock inching it's way up her cunt. For his size, Ken was very strong and had no problem lifting and lowering Andi onto his lap. Ken's body was almost completely motionless as he raised and lowered her. With every rise and fall, she gasped as she let a little more of my friend inside her. Andi spread her legs a little further and found a foothold on the edge of a bunk bed and the table. She moved Ken's hands from under her legs and ass to her tits. She looked at Sarah and me, and then lowered herself even further onto Ken's thick cock. Sarah looked 10 years younger with her hair in a ponytail, but I think the real reason was to keep her hair out of the way for what she was about to do next. Sarah pushed me back, and sat on my lap. She kissed me long and hard, making my cock grow instantly. She pushed her tits into my mouth, running her fingers through my hair. She must have known I was getting close, so she pushed me back on the bunk bed. She shoved my legs back and rubbed her nose into my balls. After a few flicks of her tongue on my asshole, she licked my cock from base to tip and then swallowed it's entire length all at once. Ken only had about half his dick up Andi's cunt, but that was apparently enough for him as he let out a groan and shot his load inside her. Andi kept moving up and down on him, continuing to give us an incredible view of her cum-filled pussy. Frantic, and somewhat frustrated she tried quickening the pace, but Ken's hard-on was quickly deflating. She hopped off his lap and turned to face him. She wasn't attracted to Ken, but she was definitely attracted to his cock. She knelt between his legs and tugged at his cock as best she could. Occasionally, she'd pop the head of his dick in her mouth and swirl her tongue around, but he was slow to regain his erection. As she panted and grunted, she would tighten her stomach muscles, forcing small gushes of Ken's cum from her pussy. Sarah was expertly blowing me and continued to suck and lick until I ejaculated on her cheek, on her nose, and down her throat. She new it was a matter of seconds before my cock would be ready to fuck again, and patiently continued to coax another hard-on. As soon as I was hard again, Sarah pushed me back onto the bunk bed and got on top of me. She lifted one knee to give Andi a clear view as she guided my cock into her hairless pussy, and then took all of my length inside her in one swift motion. I grabbed Sarah's ass cheeks and pulled her up and down, impaling her on my cock. She grabbed my hands and guided my fingers to her asshole. I spread her ass cheeks farther, giving Andi and Ken a view of Sarah's open anus. Ken's gaze went from Andi, to his wife's asshole, back to Andi. It probably wasn't until this time that he realized I had fucked his wife up the ass the night before. His cock was beginning to thicken again and Andi pushed him back in much the same way that Sarah pushed me. Andi crawled on top of him, lifting a knee as Sarah did to give us a view of her attempt to get Ken's fat cock back in her drenched pussy. She leaned forward, resting her head on Ken's chest. Ken thought she was being affectionate, but she had to use both hands to hold his thick shaft as she guided his cock into her sopping wet pussy. When she had about half of his cock inside her, she sat up and put his hands on her tits. She bounced up and down on his dick, but she couldn't get more than about 3 inches inside her. She was tight to begin with, so Ken was undoubtedly having the time of his life. He took his hands off her tits and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her onto his cock as I had done to his wife. Her hands found his and guided them toward the crack of her ass. Andi looked over her shoulder, watching as I fucked Sarah. She continued to look at us as she used Ken's hands to pull her cheeks apart. Her asshole opened wide as she tried to get more of his unbelievably fat cock inside her pussy. Sarah and I were definitely enjoying the show. Sarah's asshole dilated and contracted several times as I filled her pussy with cum. We French kissed and hugged while she stroked my cock to another erection. Andi's pussy looked about as stretched as a pussy could be without having given birth. Ken licked two fingers and slid them in her asshole. He was working them in and out of her while she continued to bounce on his cock. More and more of his cock disappeared inside her until she finally let out a yelp as Ken's cock impaled her cervix. Her tits glistened with sweat as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. She fell forward and kissed Ken's hairy chest and nipples. Her ass cheeks shook as she enjoyed several waves of orgasm. The sight of her tanned, slender, 18 year-old frame resting on Ken's short, chubby, hairy body was like something out of a fairytale. Sarah, not one to leave "well-enough" alone, positioned me so I was sitting directly across from Andi and Ken. As she stood up to fold the table between the bunk beds out of the way, cum dribbled down her leg. The smell of sex filled the camper. Thunder boomed in the distance, and the wind and rain continued to batter the campground. Weekend Getaway She walked up to the desk clerk "My name is Rebecka Adams, I believe you have a message for me?" The desk clerk handed her an envelope. She stepped away from the desk and opened it. Inside was a key card and a note. "534" was all it said. Rebecka thought to her self, "You can still back you can still back out of this. You don't have to go. Just walk away. Go to your car and drive home" Taking a deep breath, she walked to the elevator, and pressed 5. She let her self into the room. It looked just like any other hotel room, in any other hotel, anywhere in the world. There was nothing special, or scary about it. He wasn't there. Rebecka wasn't sure if she was happy about that, or not. On the bed was another envelope, with her name on it. Inside was a note "I'm glad you're here. Take a shower, and make yourself comfortable. There are drinks in the mini-fridge. Help yourself. See you soon." Rebecka set her suitcase on the bed, and sat down next to it. "It's still not too late" she thought. But she knew better. She made it to the hotel and up to the room. There really was no going back, from here. Grabbing her bathroom bag, and a change of clothes from her suitcase, she decided to take his advice and take a shower. Sitting in the car for four hours wasn't a dirty job, but the warm water would help loosen up the stiff muscles from sitting so long. In the bathroom, she saw another note. "This man is note crazy" she said, to no one. "After your shower, you are to leave the bathroom naked. You will not wear any clothes for the next 24 hours. The towels, your clothes, the robes, they all stay in the bathroom. Decide now, is this what you really want to do?" She began to get nervous, but she was here, and was not looking forward to another 4 hours in the car. She'd see how she felt after her shower. She could still leave and he'd be none the wiser. She took her time in the shower. One of the nice things about hotels is the nearly never ending supply of hot water. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels. One for her hair, one for her body. As she turned to grab her clothes, she say that they were gone. Dropping both towels, she walked into the bedroom, to find her suitcase and purse gone. On the bed was a black duffel bag, and another note. "I see you've decided to stay. Thank you. You won't regret the decision. Look through this bag. Pick out three toys. Set them on the table. Put on this blindfold, tight, and wait for me. I'll be back soon." Tentatively she opened the bag. Sex toys of all types filled the bag. Most she recognized, but there were a few things she'd never seen before. She had no idea what they were for. Flashing back in her mind to their on line conversations, she pulled out a moderately sized vibrating dildo, the smallest butt plug in the bag, and a suede flogger. Swinging the flogger a bit, she liked the sound. She slapped her thigh with it and felt the sting. "Nope. I don't think I like this" she said, putting it back. Instead, she grabbed a paddle. The paddle was leather on one side, and furry on the other. "A little bit of everything" she said, placing the items on the table. She picked up the blind fold looked it over a bit, and decided it would be ok to put it on. Feeling safe, she lay down on the bed. She must have fallen asleep, because she did not hear him enter the room, until he was standing over her. "Good pet. You follow directions well. Let's see if you can keep it up for the rest of our time together. I'm surprised at the toys you chose, pet. I would have thought you would have wanted to keep the smaller ones. I guess there's more to you than I know" He said with a grin. "What...?" she started. SMACK he slapped her breast. "Pet, there are some rules you need to learn. You do not speak without permission. Not a sound, at all. Now, did I forget to mention you were picking out three toys you did NOT want to use this weekend? I'm so sorry. Oh well, too late now." With that, she heard the sound of the toys being dropped into the trash can. "Now, my pet, you are mine. Until check out, you are mine. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. No questions, no hesitation, you do it. Give me your hands. NOW!" he shouted as he smacked her other breast. "No hesitation, pet" He cuffed her hands together, in front of her. "Leg!" Immediately, she straightened out her legs. Grabbing one, he strapped a cuff to it as well. "You learn fast. Good girl. Now, when you disobey me, you will be punished, when you please me, you will be rewarded" She heard him walking around the bed. "Your leg is cuffed to the bed. There is enough rope for you walk around the room freely. Do not make me regret that. You can reach the bathroom, if you need to." He sat down on the bed next to her. "Are you still happy you decided to join me this weekend?" "Y- yes" she stammered SMACK "Yes, Sir, or yes Master are the only acceptable answers. Again I will ask you, are you still happy to be here, my pet?" "Yes, Sir" "Good girl. You do learn fast. I have to go in a minute, it's nearly dinner time and I am expected to be at my table. People could wonder where I am and come looking for me" He started to get up from the bed, then stopped. "Lay back and spread your legs" he ordered. Without thinking, Rebecka did just that. "Good girl. Now, here's something to think about while I'm at dinner." With that, he slid two fingers straight into her cunt. "You've been looking forward to this, haven't you, pet?" he questioned, noticing how wet she was already. She did not reply. He could tell she was trying to decide how to answer. Yes meant she was a slut, not would disappoint him. SMACK, SMACK. Both breasts. "Answer me when I ask you a question. I thought we covered this already" "Yes, Sir. I guess I have" "I have left you a bottle of water on the end table" he said calmly, while thrusting his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. "There is also a cigarette, only one, a lighter and an ashtray in the room. They are all together. Familiarize yourself with the room while I'm gone, but do not touch your cunt. Do you understand me, pet?" "Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you for the water and the cigarette... Sir" "Good pet. I'll be watching you" he chuckled. She gasped, which made him stop moving his fingers. "I told you, not a sound, without permission. I can't be late to this dinner, or I would punish you properly. I'll deal with that when I get back" he stated. "Yes, watching you. How do you think I knew when you were in the shower, so I could take your things? I have a web camera in here and a feed to my laptop and my phone. I can see this whole room, and everything you do." He started sliding his fingers in faster and faster, then slipped a third finger in. He watched as she bit her lip, to keep from crying out. "Good pet, you're learning" Her breath was coming faster. She could feel an orgasm building. She was so close. "Maybe this won't be as bad as I though" she said to herself. As she neared climax, everything stopped. She nearly cried out as he yanked his fingers from her cunt. She was throbbing, she was so close. She heard the door open "Remember, do anything you want in here, but do not touch your cunt. For the weekend, it is mine. I don't like people touching my things" With that, the door closed. Rebecka waited a minute or two, to see if he had really left. "He wouldn't leave her naked and tied to a bed, alone, would he?" After a minute, she decided that he in fact would. "Was he really watching" she wondered? He had to be. How else would he know she had arrived, or that she was in the shower? Did he just guess? "No", she thought "He's watching. Well, I don't want to give him any more reason to punish me" she thought, absently trying to rub her tender breasts. It was very hard, with her wrists cuffed together. At least the cuffs were comfortable. They felt like suede, or soft leather. Reaching down, she felt the cuff on her ankle. She couldn't find a buckle. Just a small metal square. "It must be a key lock, I bet the wrists cuffs are the same" Carefully, she scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. In her mind's eye, she could see the layout of the room. Shuffling to the side of the bed, she sought out the night table. She was parched after that little tease session he had started. Her toes found the night table before her hands did. "Damn!" she shouted. Glad he wasn't here to hear that. She'd have certainly been smacked for that. Fumbling on the night table, she found the water, and the clock radio. "TV won't do much good, let's see if I can figure out the radio, blindfolded?" She said out loud. Flipping buttons and switches, she found music. "Well, it's better than nothing". She sat back on the bed, wondering how much time had passed, and how much longer he would be. "Damn, I want that cigarette" she thought out loud. "Pee first, then smoke" Shuffling across the room in the direction of the bathroom, she hoped he had been telling the truth about the ankle cuff being long enough to reach. Happily, it was, and even better, her toes were spared any more damage. Finishing in the bathroom, she tried to figure out where the cigarette would be. "Ash trays are usually on the night table or the desk." she said to herself. Shuffling across the room, she felt her way down the dresser, past the gap, and to the desk. Feeling around the desk, she hit pay dirt. The cigarette was sitting in the ash tray, with the lighter right beside it. Happily she lit the cigarette and took a long drag off of it. "I have no idea how long he'll be. I should probably save some of this" she said. "Who the hell do I keep talking too?" she asked the empty room. "I'm losing my mind, great." After a few more drags, she felt for the ash tray to stub out the cigarette. She figured she had a couple more drags left, if he was gone too much longer, she could have the rest. As she set the ashtray back on the desk, she missed, and it hit the floor. "Damn, damn, damn. Was it out? Am I going to burn the room down? Will the fire fighters find my naked, blindfolded body tied to the bed, dead from smoke inhalation? I've got to find that thing." Dropping to her hands and knees, she started crawling around under the desk, looking for her cigarette and the possible glowing cherry. She was so busy looking for the cigarette, she didn't hear him come back to the room. He stood in the door way, admiring the view. On her hands and knees, ass sticking up in the air. He couldn't resist. He stalked up behind her and SMACK!!! Open handed square in the center of her right ass cheek. "DAMN! What the fuck?" She spun around, bumping her head into his legs. "I warned you about speaking out of turn, pet. Now I have to punish you, twice." Grabbing her by her hair, he forced her to crawl across the room to the bed. "Stay on your knees, pet. If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll have to stick something in there, to shut you up." At that, he forced her face down on his cock, which he had freed, when he walked into the room, anticipating her reaction. "Show me how good of a cock sucker you are, pet. Make me cum. Let me know how much you appreciate everything I have done to make this weekend a pleasure for us." Rebecka sucked and licked as best she could. She was used to being able to use her hands, but cuffed together, they weren't much help. She took in as much of his cock as she could. Sliding her mouth over it. Flicking her tongue over the head, running it along the underside, to his balls. One at a time, she sucked them into her mouth. Apparently he liked that, because she heard him moan. "Lick my asshole, pet" he told her. When she didn't move right away, he slapped her face. "No hesitation, pet. Are we going to have to start all over with you?" Slipping his cock out of her mouth "No, Sir, I've just never..." He slapped her again. "I didn't ask if you ever, I told you to do it." Rebecka slid her tongue to his asshole. She ran her tongue around it a couple of times, hoping that was enough. Obviously it wasn't, because as she started to move her mouth back to his balls, he grabbed her hair and held her face there for another minute or so. When he let go, she took her time going back to his balls, and his magnificent cock. Slipping his cock into her mouth, she slid it back as far as she could take it. That wasn't enough for him though. He again grabbed her head, fucking her mouth this time. "I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow every last drop. This is not a question. This is an order. Spill a drop and you will be punished" he panted, as he neared climax. Fear came over Rebecka. She's never swallowed every drop. She rarely swallowed at all. He didn't give her much time to think about it, though, as his cock began to swell, signaling that he was about to cum. Bracing herself as best as she could, he jammed his cock down her throat as he reached climax. She felt his hot cum hit the back of her throat. She sucked every last drop out of him. "You really like sucking dick, don't you, pet?" he asked. "Yes, Sir" she replied. "Good, then you won't mind this" he told her as he got off the bed and walked to across the room. She heard a zipper, and could only assume he was in the black duffel bag. "Open up" he said. Fearing being slapped again, she did as she was told. He slipped something in her mouth, and strapped it around her head. "This should keep you from talking out of turn again." he told her. She realized he had fitted her with some type of gag, with a protruding penis. The head rested near the back of her tongue. If she wasn't careful, she was going to gag on it. "Up on the bed, pet, I have more punishment for you." he told her, helping her to her feet. "Ugh" she grunted, through the gag. SMACK! right on her pussy "I did not ask you a question, pet, you have lost the right to speak to me, anyway." he growled. "Lay back and spread your legs" he told her. "Wider. There you go" he praised when her legs were as wide as they could be. "I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone, didn't?" Rebecka nodded. "But you did anyway. You went to the bathroom while I was gone, and you wiped. You broke the rules, you will be punished for that, too. You need to learn to follow the rules, if you want to be my pet for very long." With that, he jammed three fingers into her cunt. "You like being abused, don't you, pet? " He asked. She nodded, because that was all she could do. "I. Am. In. Charge." he stated, jamming his fingers into her cunt to accentuate each word. She felt herself getting wetter. It felt good, as much as she hated to admit it. "I have to go to the reception now. You have lost your ability to roam the room. I'll give you something to think about while I'm gone, though. Maybe you'll learn your lesson now." Again, he yanked his fingers from her cunt. She heard him rummaging around in the bag again. "These should help remind you of who is in charge." She felt a cold, gooey sensation on her cunt and ass hole. He fingered her cunt and ass again, rubbing the lube in well. Then he slipped a butt plug in her ass. It was all she could do not to cry out, around the gag, as her virgin ass was filled with a seemingly large butt plug. Then something was shoved into her cunt. "These should remind you of who you belong to. And, so you don't try to play with these while I'm gone..." he grabbed her cuffed wrists, "I'm going to take temptation away." With a click, her hands were bound above her head, to the headboard. "I don't want you to be too lonely, so you can listen to this while I'm gone" he told her, slipping headphones over her ears. He turned on the ipod, and left her, plugged and gagged, bound to the bed. Rebecka began to struggle against her restraints. This was not what she had bargained for. She didn't sign on to be kidnapped and held against her will. She expected a weekend of "slap and tickle" with a guy she met on line. She was really scared now. As she listened to the music, because she had no choice, she started to hear his voice. At first, she thought he was still in the room. Then she realized he had imposed his voice over the music. "I'm not going to hurt you, pet" he said. "I am going to bring you to heights of pleasure. I will take you to places you have never been. Before this weekend is over, you will be begging me to hurt you. You will beg me to fuck your ass. You will not be the same after I am through with you. You will beg for more and more and more. I will make your wildest dreams come true." The voice repeated these things over and over again. As she listened, she was suddenly startled by a vibration in her ass. Little did Rebecka know, the butt plug had a vibrator built in, and he had the remote that controlled it. At random intervals, the plug would buzz in her ass. Sometimes for a while, sometimes only short bursts. It was driving her crazy. She was ready to cum. Something told her that she should not do that. That he would know if she did, and she would be punished even harder. She focused all of her energy on NOT cumming. Something she had never done before. "Happy, my pet?" he asked. He startled her. Quickly, she nodded. "Do you know who you belong to, now?" She nodded again "Do you know the rules now?" Again, she nodded "Good, I thought this would help teach you. I'm going to take the gag out now. If you make a sound, without permission, the consequences will be even worse. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly. He unsnapped the gag and removed it from her mouth. "Would you like a drink, pet?" he asked. "Yes, Sir. Thank you" He brought the water bottle to her lips. "Turn over, on your hands and knees, like the pet you are" He ordered. "Would you like to cum, my pet?" He asked. Trying not to sound too eager, she said "Yes, Sir. I would." "I won't make you cum. You have to do that. Pick, left, center, or right." "Wh..- What?" SMACK! "I thought we'd covered this. Do I need to gag you again?" "No, no Sir. I just didn't understand. Please don't gag me again, Sir. I'm sorry" she pleaded. "So you do know how to beg. Good to know. Now, left, center or right?" He demanded "Center, Sir" she told him, still not knowing what he was talking about. "Alright, pet. I am going to give you this. Once I place it in your hands, you will have 60 seconds to make yourself cum, or you lose the chance. Is that clear?" he asked, chuckling "I understand, Sir." "Are you ready, you time starts as soon as I place this in your hands." "I'm ready, Sir" He placed a large dildo into her hands. The largest she had ever imagined. There was no way she was going to get this into herself, much less fuck herself to orgasm. She struggled to slide it into her hole. "30 seconds, pet, you'd better hurry" he taunted Try as she might, there was no way she could do it. "45 seconds" She started rubbing the dildo over her wet cunt and clit. Trying to stimulate her clit enough to cum. She was verging on tears, knowing she wouldn't make it as he said "ten seconds" She tried as she might, rubbing as hard and as fast as she could, desperate to cum, and desperate not to cry out. "Five, four, three, two, one. Times up. Feel better" he questioned, knowing the answer. "Thank you for letting me try, Sir. I did not cum." "What was the problem, pet?" He asked innocently. "I couldn't get it in, Sir. There wasn't enough time, Sir." she told him, crying. "Would you like help, pet?" He offered. "Yes, Sir. Please help me" "Help you, what, my pet?" Weekend Getaway "Help me get the dildo into my cunt, Sir." "How should I do that?" he asked He wanted her to beg him to stretch out her cunt. "Could you lube it, or something, Sir? That might help. But it's so big, Sir. I don't know if it will fit." she told him. Nearly sobbing from frustration and disappointment. "Would you like me to stretch your pussy, pet?" He asked "Yes, Sir" "Yes, Sir, WHAT Pet?" "Yes, Sir, will you please stretch out my pussy so I can fit the dildo in there, Sir" "Beg me, and I'll think about it" "Please, Sir. Please stretch me out, Sir. Stretch out my pussy so I can cum, Sir. Please, please" "Since you asked so nicely, I will help you." With one finger, he started to rub her hole. Around and around. Barely slipping the finger inside. Rebecka was writhing, trying to force herself down on his finger, to get it inside her. "Now remember, I won't make you cum. You have to do that yourself. If I feel like you are going to cum, I will stop and you will be punished. Do you understand me?" "Yes, yes I understand, Sir" she panted. She would have agreed to anything at that point, just to get some release. "Good girl," he told her, as he rammed one finger into her. "Oh Gods, Sir" she cried out He stopped immediately. "What... why did you stop, Sir,?" she sobbed "First of all, pet, you don't have permission to speak, unless spoke to, I thought that was clear. Shall I get the gag again?" "No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir" "Second of all, how dare you call out anyone's name but mine. I am your Master. Do not call out for God, or anyone else. Clear?" I am sorry, Sir. I didn't mean... I'm sorry." She began to cry. She had upset him, and it bothered her. Of course, she couldn't see, through the blindfold, that he was grinning, and not upset at all. "Shall we try this one more time, or is this weekend over now? "Please, Sir. Please try to stretch out my pussy again. I need you to help me. Please make me large enough to take that dildo, Sir. I'm so sorry, Sir. Please!!!" Satisfied with her sincerity, he slipped 2 fingers into her, twisting and ramming. "Do you like that, pet?" he questioned "Yes, Sir" "What do you want?" "More, please, Sir" "More what, please?" "More fingers, Sir. Stretch me, Sir. Hurt me, Sir!" That was what he wanted to hear. He folded up his hand, and rammed his whole hand into her cunt. He watched her face as she bit her lip, struggling not to cry out in pleasure and pain. She began to pant. She skin glistened with sweat. He could tell, she was ready to cum, as he pumped his hand in and out of her pussy. Slowly, he slid his hand out, wiping her juices on her face. "Do you want to try, one more time, pet?" he asked her "Y- yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I'm so close. Please let me cum, Sir" "Same rules, and this is your last chance. 60 seconds. Ready?" He placed the dildo in her hands "Go" She struggled still, but managed to get the head in, in about fifteen seconds. She started pumping away. Trying to get deeper. "30 seconds, pet" Biting her lip again to keep from crying out, she jammed the dildo deeper "45 seconds, pet. Cum. Cum for me. Make as much noise as you want. Let me hear you and see you cum" he told her That was all it took. She fell over the edge, into orgasm, grunting and gasping and panting. Pumping as hard as she could. Fucking herself with the largest dildo she's ever felt. "Five, four, three, two, give me that," he said, pulling the dildo out of her cunt. She was too exhausted to complain. He gave her a few minutes to regain her composure, then asked "Are you hungry, pet? Would you like some dinner?" It wasn't until he asked, that she realized how hungry she really was. She had had a sandwich on the road, but nothing since, and she knew she's been there for several hours. "Yes, Sir. Thank you." "Come over here, to the table, pet" he commanded. Her knees were still a bit weak and she shuffled across the room, reaching for chair. "No, pets do not sit at the table. On the floor. I brought you a pillow." "Thank you for the pillow, Sir. You are kind." She replied as she eased herself to the floor, searching for the pillow. Once she was seated, he told her to open wide. Not knowing what to expect, other than a slap for disobeying, she did as she was told. He fed her a delicious bite of pasta. "While you eat, I will allow you to speak freely, pet, so long as you do it respectfully. You may talk about anything you would like. You may even ask me questions, though I can decline to answer them, and you will not ask again. Do you understand? Do you like that idea?" "Yes, Sir. That is very kind of you. Thank you, Sir" "What are your thoughts about what has happened so far tonight, pet? Are you happy you decided to meet me?" he asked. "I am, Sir. I was scared at first, and a little bit angry when you kept leaving me, but I understand why you did, why you had to. I'm ok with it now, Sir. May I have another bite, please?" "You may. Thank you for being honest with me. Do you now understand that it is not about what you want, but what pleases me?" "Yes, Sir. I want to please you. It would make me happy to please you, Sir." "I am glad to hear you say that, pet" "Sir, will you take the blindfold off, please? I want to see you. I want to look at your face, see into your eyes." "No, pet. You have not earned the privilege to look at me yet. If you continue to please me as you are, and continue to learn, perhaps, if we meet again, I may let you look at me as I put the blindfold on you." She smiled. "Another bite please, Sir. This is the best carbonara I have had in a longtime. It's even better than mine, and I don't say that often." He offered her a bite. "You cook, do you? I didn't know that, pet. We may have to work that into a future session... if there is one." She smiled wider. It pleased her to hear he was already thinking about meeting her again. "Last bite, pet. Then back to work." She savored the flavors in that last bite. Part of her was eager to get back to playing, but part of her was enjoying just talking with him. "Come sit on the edge of the bed. I still have surprises in store for you." Quickly, she made her way back to the bed and sat on the edge. "Lay down." He began playing with her right nipple. It felt really good to her. She enjoyed having her breasts played with. She always had. He began pinching and twisting it. When he moved to her left nipple, she suddenly realized that he had put a clamp on her nipple. She knew he was preparing to do the same to the other one, too. She felt her cunt get wet at the thought. Pinching and twisting again he clamped the other nipple as well. "On your knees, pet. I've had your mouth, now it's time for another hole. How do those clamps feel, by the way?" "They feel good, Sir. Thank you" she told him, as she began to roll over. It was not easy to do, since her wrists were still bound. "Relax for a minute. I have one more thing. Spread your legs a little bit wider for me. Oh yes, that plug looks so nice in your ass. Are you ready for me to take it out yet, or are you enjoying it?" "Sir, if it would please you, you may remove it" she answered. She figured it was the most subtle way she could ask for him to remove it. She heard him moving around at the foot of the bed, and decided that he wasn't going to take it out for her, after all. "You chose center before pet, so your choices now are left or right. Which will it be?" "Left, Sir?" she answered him with a question Then he pulled out the butt plug. Suddenly, she felt him start rubbing her cunt and her clit. She nearly moaned, it felt so good. He pinched her clit and she almost yelped. Then, both hands were gently rubbing on her back. "How about that, pet. How does that clamp feel?" He'd clamped her clit as well. "It uh feels good, Sir" she said, hesitantly. "Good? Just good? Well, that's not right. What would make it feel better, more weight, or more pressure?" "I don't know, Sir. I've never felt this before. I've never used clamps before." "Well then, let's try both, Shall we?" He said, with a chuckle. Up on your hands and knees, as best as you can with your hands like that. I know it's uncomfortable, but that's how it needs to be, because that's how I like you. Now, more weight and more pressure. OK." As she pushed herself up more, the clamps on her nipples began to pull. Apparently he had a weighted chain between them. She was balancing on the line between pleasure and pain. She liked it. "Let's make this feel better now," he told her. She could feel him doing something to the clit clamp. When he moved his hands, the pain was intense. Her clit was being squeezed and pulled and she could do nothing about it. "There now, how's that?" "Wonderful" she squeaked out, afraid to tell him it hurt, because she was afraid he might stop, and she didn't want any of it to stop. "Sir" she added, almost as an afterthought. "We can't let these babies feel left out, not can we?" he asked, as he grabbed the nipple chain and hooked more weights to it as well. "I'm sorry, pet, I got distracted. Which did you chose, left or right?" "Left, Sir" "I don't often do this, and you should never expect this again, but I am going to give you one more chance. Are you sure you want left?" He asked "Yes, Sir. Left is fine" She felt cold, lube being poured on her ass. Remembering the size of the dildo she had fucked herself with earlier, she tensed up in fear. "Relax, pet. That was the largest toy I own." She tried to relax some, but it was very hard. She knew he was going to do something to her ass, and she'd already had the butt plug in for so long, she worried what could be next. Slowly he began to slide one finger in and out of her ass, making sure the lube was spread everywhere. "How does that feel, pet. Enough lube?" "I don't know, Sir. I've never had my ass played with. I don't know what is enough, or what to expect, Sir." "You'll beg for more, before I'm finished with you" He slipped another finger in her ass, wiggling them around, sliding them in and out. Then he slowly slipped them both out of her ass. She pushed back towards him. He pressed the dildo to her tight pucker, as she pushed back harder trying to push it into her ass, thinking it was still his fingers. With gentle, even pressure, he pushed back with the dildo. Her hole opened, as it slipped in, past the resistance. "You like that, don't you, pet?" "Yes, Sir. I do. I hate to admit it, but I do." "What do you want now?" "More, Sir. I want more." Painfully slowly, he began to slide the dildo deeper into her ass, then back out again, almost pulling it out completely. In and out, slowly, he fucked her ass. Rebecka let out a whimper. He smacked her ass at the same time as he pulled the dildo out of her ass. "Did I tell you that you could make a sound?" "No, Sir. I am sorry." she panted. "It felt good, Sir. I wanted more." "You what? " "I wanted more, Sir. I know I shouldn't, but I do. I am sorry. It's not about what I want. I know that and I am sorry." "Beg. Beg me for more. Prove to me that I shouldn't punish you, but reward you." "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass. It felt so good. I want more. Deeper, Harder, Faster, MORE, Sir. Let me show you what a good pet I am. Fuck my ass, Sir. Fuck me, PLEASE!!" she pleaded. He rubbed more lube on her ass. "Take it, pet. Push it into you. You did it before. Show me you can do it again. Show me how willing you are." "Thank you, Sir. Yes, fuck my ass, Sir" she cried, pushing back, this time on to his cock. "Fill my ass, Sir." She had no idea that he indeed would fill her ass, with his cock. She pushed back again, and he rammed into her. "Make all the noise you want, pet. You have my permission. But do not cum." He began pounding her ass. Ramming his cock deep into her no longer virgin hole. The clit clamp swing wildly with the motion. The nipple clamps, too. The pain and the pleasure were unbearable. He grabbed her hips. Forcing himself deeper and deeper, as he came in her ass. She was so tight, he couldn't help it. She felt so good. Just right. She collapsed in a puddle on the bed, he on top of her. After a couple of minutes he asked "Would you like a cigarette?" "Please, Sir. May I?" He placed a cigarette to her lips and lit it for her. "I told you that you would beg me to fuck your ass, didn't I?" "You did, Sir. I am sorry that I doubted you. It will not happen again, Sir" They laid in silence as she finished her cigarette. When she was finished, he said "I've taken your mouth, and I've taken your ass. Your nipples and your clit are mine" "My pet, I promised you I would not hurt you. I am sorry, but this will hurt. There is no way to avoid it. It hurts me to cause you pain. You may cry out if you need to. You have my permission. Are you ready?" She had no idea what he was going to do, and she was scared. "Yes, Sir. But, what are you going to do to me? I know you don't have to answer that, but I had to ask." Gently, he rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. Pinching the clit clamp open, she knew. As the blood rushed back to her clit, she cried out. It did hurt, and it wasn't a good hurt... or was it. Her cry turned into a sigh as he leaned down and began to lick and kiss her clit. Trying to ease the pain. "You've chosen center, and you've chosen left. All that's left, is right" he told her. This, my pet, is right. And he slid his cock into to her. "You have pleased me more than you know, pet. I am so proud of you. The blindfold must remain on, but otherwise, you are free to do as you wish. This is your reward. Pet slid her cuffed wrists over his head, and pulled him down to her. She whispered into his ear "Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me and own my cunt like you own the rest of me, Sir." Unable to resist her, he did just that. Setting a fast pace he drove himself into her. Into her core. "Deeper, harder, faster, MORE" she cried out again and again. I need to cum, Sir. Cum with me, please. Come with me and cum in me, sir. Own me. I am yours!!!" With that, they came together, in a powerful orgasm, like they had never experienced before. Satiated and exhausted, they fell asleep, his cock still in her cunt. Sunlight burned through the curtains, waking her up. It took a moment for her to orient herself, and remember where she was. Then she noticed that she was alone. The blindfold was off, her arms were free, she was no longer chained to the bed. A profound sadness came over her. Looking around the room, she saw her suitcase and purse. On top of them, was a note. She sat down on the bed to read it. "My pet, I am so proud of you. You pleased me very much. I am sorry to leave you like this, but you looked so peaceful, I hated to wake you. I had an early flight to catch. I left you a present, to remember me by. I'll be in Seattle the 23-35 of next month at the airport hotel. You know how to find me. See you there?!?" She opened her suitcase, and found a large, fist shaped dildo. As she turned it over in her hands, she realized that this was what she had fucked herself with the night before. "Looks like I'm going to Seattle" she said to herself, dreamily. Weekend Getaway We agree to get away to some place warm for a few days of fun ;) The hotel we find is more like a resort, they have a spa, golf course etc... Their bar has everything, pool tables, dart boards, a band in the corner. We're in the bar when I realize I left my wallet in our room, I leave to go get it, between the walk across the hotel, the elevator up and back and walking across the hotel again, I've been gone about 15 minutes. As I enter the door way to the bar I spot you standing at our table with a young ish looking guy, I stop, deciding to see what's going on, you 2 seem to be flirting back and forth for a few minutes, he whispers something in your ear which causes you to giggle slightly, I take this as my cue to walk back over to you. Your friend starts to get nervous and fidgety as I approach, you say, relax; he's not the jealous type, that's my job in our relationship. I put my hand out and say Hi I'm Jim, Steve is all he says as he shakes my hand. You turn to me and say "Steve here was telling me he could make cum very easily" "Uh uh... you see... I thought she was alone....uh uh... Sorry" As his face turns bright red from embarrassment. "Don't worry about it Steve, maybe you'll get the chance later anyway" as I give him a wink and you a long kiss, whispering in your ear "Somebody wants to be naughty tonight huh?" You reach down, grab my cock through my jeans, gimme a huge wink and say "yep" you walk over to the pool table to finish the game we started. You keep going back and forth between him and me teasing both of us the whole time. After what had to be the longest game of pool in history and a few jack and cokes later, you walk up to me grab my cock through my pants, kiss me deep and say "Let's go upstairs, I'm going to say goodbye to our friend" "You tease him all night and now you're going to leave?" "Oh, maybe goodbye wasn't the right words, see you upstairs? Does that sound better?" You go over to Steve, whisper in his ear, slide the extra room key into his shirt pocket then say "Finish your drink and come on up" Kissing him softly on his lips as you walk away, you grab my ass and say "Let's go, I am so wet and horny right now, I can't wait for Steve to come up" The walk across the lobby to the elevator seems to take forever, thankfully we were only on the 4th floor, as soon as the doors of the elevator close you start kissing me deep and hard, feeling my cock grow, you grab it again and say " I want this so bad" We are barely in the hotel room when you start to pull me to the bed, somehow you manage to pull my pants off and have my cock in your mouth in record time. My feet are at the head of the bed, you hike your dress up to show me you didn't have any panties on, I start licking and sucking your drenched pussy. "MMMM that feels so good, suck my clit baby" you deep throat my entire cock in one shot, we're so deep into pleasing each other when Steve walks through the door, I see him out of the corner of my eye, holding my finger to my mouth so he doesn't make a sound, he strips down and starts walking up to the bed. "I'm going to lick your ass baby" As I say that Steve get's my hint and starts to lick your tight ass, it takes you a few licks to realize you have 2 tongues working over your ass and pussy. You stop sucking my cock to look back and see Steve licking your ass and me licking your clit, you try to reach to stroke Steve's now hard cock, but can't reach it just yet. You lift up off me, turn to face us and start sucking one cock then the other, as we are standing at the end of bed, you lie on your back to suck my cock, then Steve's, lick my balls then his, I reach down to start pinching your nipples, your pussy is so wet it's running down to your ass and onto the bed. I move down to continue eating you out as you give Steve's cock the attention it needs. You pull his cock out of your mouth only long enough to say "Stop licking and just fuck me already" You are so wet my cock slides in deep with no effort needed, your back arches sliding my cock deeper into you, Steve's cock slides further into your mouth, your hands rubbing his balls as you do, I lean forward to suck your nipples as my cock moves faster and deeper into you. "Oh baby, right there, I want to ride you..." You remove Steve's cock from your mouth, tell me get on my back so you can ride me, I say "Steve, enjoy the ride" You both look at me puzzled, "Steve, lie on your back she's going to fuck you like you've never had before, enjoy the best ride around" You give me a big kiss and say "you sure you want to do this?" "Fuck him into next week baby" is all I can say as I squeeze your nipple. He lies on his back as you begin to take his cock into your pussy, slowly, deeper, you get all his cock into you "Oh Jim, he feels so good in my pussy" "Ride him like you do me baby, show him how to fuck" You begin to move slowly up and down on his cock, his hands are moving all over your boobs, squeezing your nipples, your pussy juice running down his balls, the room is full of the sweet smell of your wet pussy. "Lean down on him baby so I can lick your ass too" You lie flat on his chest as I begin to slide my tongue into your ass, "Ohhhh yeah... mmmm that feels great" Steve slowly starts moving his hips up and down for you to feel his cock inside you, I slowly start to finger your ass, "Oh yeah, right there... it feels so good to have a cock in my pussy and a finger up my ass... fuck me.... Fuck me" " you want me to fuck your ass baby?" "Oh god that would feel so good.... take my ass now" You start to slide off Steve's cock when I say "no baby, don't move, keep on fucking him" It takes you a second for the thought to register; I slowly begin to slide my cock into your ass at the same time. "slowly....slowly... oh yeah..... Oh god what a feeling... slowly baby" as I slowly slide inch after inch of my hard cock into your tight ass. I finally have every inch of cock inside you, you lay there for a second enjoying the full feeling before you begin to rock back and forth on Steve's cock, after a few seconds you look back at me and say "Ok, now slowly start to fuck my ass" Slowly we get a good pace going, his cock deep mine almost out, mine deep his almost out, one in one out. You start cumming all over his cock, your juice running down his balls, deeper and harder into your ass I pump, Steve says he's going to cum, you have me pull out of your ass, you climb off his cock to take it all into your mouth " I want to swallow it all, Jim cum all over me as he comes in my mouth" I start stroking my cock, his cock stiffens in your mouth and you take it all in as he fills your mouth with his cum, seeing you swallowing it all sends me over, my cock spurting my cum all over your back and ass. You wipe up some of my cum off your back and take it into your mouth, you pull me to you and give me a huge kiss, my cum, his cum, your cum all over your lips..... Weekend Getaway My wife Lisa and her friend Deb needed a getaway and planned a weekend trip to the beach for just the two of them. I was excited about their trip also because it was in the middle of the summer so I knew she would be wearing all of her sexy clothes and bathing suits. They left on a Thursday morning so knowing my wife, I knew she would be at the pool by lunch time that day. Lisa knows that I have a fantasy of her getting fucked by a guy with a big dick and it turns her on when we talk about it while having sex. It has taken me years to convince her that I truly want her to fuck a young stud. My only stipulation is that she tells me all the details. They hit the pool just after lunch and decided a couple of margaritas would be good. Just as they started their 2nd drink, a couple of guys caught their attention. They looked like they were in their late 20's and from the looks they were getting from Lisa, they also spent plenty of time in the gym. They must have also noticed Lisa and Deb because they took the chairs right next to them. Midway through the 2nd margarita Lisa started feeling buzzed and a little brave too. She decided to put on some more sun tan lotion and being a little buzzed, she took more time on her tits so the guys would get a good view. She knew the guys had a good view of her cleavage and it started making her a little horny thinking about it. Some time went by, and after another drink, Lisa decided she wanted to take a swim to cool off. As she swam back up to the edge of the pool, where they were laying out, she noticed just how good the guy looked that was sitting beside of her. She hadn't noticed how cut and tan he was when he first walked up. By this time, the drinks had made both Lisa and Deb very brave so Lisa started up some small talk with the guys. She was still in the pool so the guys had a great view of her cleavage. They were both wearing glasses so she couldn't tell they were both staring at her tits. Her tits were still wet from the swim so I know the guys were liking what they were seeing. Everyone introduced themselves and the guys names were Adam and Patrick. The guys were 30 years old and they were down there for a friends bachelor party on Saturday night. They came down a little early to enjoy some sun and relaxation. That is what they told Lisa and Deb however they were also interested in finding a couple of girls to party with for a couple of nights. After talking for a couple of hours and downing another margarita, Lisa couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to rub Adam's chest and arms. Adam was thinking the same thing about Lisa and was thinking how good Lisa's tits would feel. All of this led to some serious flirting out by the pool. Deb and Patrick were also hitting it off and everyone was laughing and having a great time. It was time to head back to the room so Lisa and Deb quickly discussed inviting them over after dinner to have some more drinks. They both agreed and before they left, they asked the guys if they would like to stop by their room that night. Adam and Patrick immediately agreed and said they would stop by around 8pm. Lisa sent me a text to make sure I was ok with the guys coming over and I immediately replied 'yes'. My dick immediately got hard when I realized my fantasy may come true. After a short nap and dinner, Lisa decided she better go ahead and take a shower and start getting ready. She wanted to look good for Adam because she couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked earlier. Lisa picked out a very sexy shirt with an open back that also showed her cleavage and she also was wearing a short skirt which showed off her great legs. She had slept off the margaritas from earlier so she and Deb both decided that they wanted a few beers before the guys came over. When the guys got there, there was a lot of anticipation in the air because everyone was still horny from earlier in the day. They thought it would be a good idea to play quarters so everyone could loosen up a bit. After about an hour, the game certainly did it's job in loosening everyone up because everyone had a great buzz. One of the guys then made a suggestion to play truth or dare. Everyone agreed and after a few basics truth questions and answers, everyone started getting more daring with their questions and dares. It first got a little steamy when Patrick dared Lisa to french kiss Adam for 2 straight minutes. Because Lisa was drunk enough, she didn't need to down another beer, and since she had been fantasizing about kissing Adam all day, she took the dare. As soon as her lips touched Adams, her pussy became extremely wet. After the kiss they continued playing the game and it was mostly dares in which there was some more kissing and rubbing going on. At one point, one of the guys dared the girls to make out and even though neither one of them likes kissing other girls, they knew it would turn the guys on even more. Even though Lisa and Deb loves guys, they both enjoyed the kiss and the guys also enjoyed it. It was getting later in the evening and by this time Lisa knew she wanted Adam to stay over. After being horny all day, she wanted to take Adam back to the bedroom and rip his clothes off and Adam wanted to do the same to Lisa. Lisa and Adam went out on the balcony to get some fresh air and they also took the opportunity to kiss some more and they also couldn't keep their hands off each other. They decided it was time to go back to the bedroom. When they got to the bedroom Lisa immediately took Adam's shirt off so she could rub his bare arms and chest. She also took her shirt off so Adam could rub her tits. After being so turned on all day, Adams hands felt so good on her tits. By now Lisa's pussy was soaking wet and Adam's cock was very hard. They both finish taking off their clothes and Adam said he loved Lisa's bald pussy. When his finger first touched her clit, she almost came all over his fingers. She was in ecstasy when he was fingering her pussy and sucking on her tits. Lisa then grabbed his cock and she couldn't believe how big it felt in her hands. She knew she hadn't ever had a cock that large before. She kept stroking his cock and starting rubbing and squeezing his balls at the same time. She could tell Adam liked this so she kept rubbing it. Lisa then decided she wanted to find out how big it felt in her mouth. She began to lick his chest and then all the way down to his cock. When she first wrapped her lips around his cock she couldn't believe how big it felt in her mouth. She could also taste the pre-cum from Adam's cock. After she sucked his cock and stroked it until he almost came, Adam decided he wanted to taste her pussy. He slowly licked down her body until his tongue started touching her clit. He took his fingers so that he could spread her pussy apart and then started licking up and down her pussy. He could hear Lisa moaning so he knew she liked it. Lisa had her hands on his head pushing him down so that his tongue could be deep inside her pussy. By this time Adam had pussy juices all over his mouth and lips. Neither of them could wait any longer so Adam then put the head of his cock in her pussy and then slowly stuck it deep in her pussy. Lisa's pussy was so wet that it slid in easily even though it was a much bigger one that she had ever had. As he fucked Lisa he kissed her, then kissed her neck and then sucked on her tits. This put Lisa over the edge and she had an orgasm that made her whole body shake. She came so hard that she could feel her own cum spilling out of her pussy. She felt so naughty knowing that another man's dick was deep inside her however at the same time she felt so good too. As Adam kept pumping her, Lisa told him she wanted him to cum all over her tits and in her mouth. This made him so horny that after a few more he pulled out and shot cum all over her tits and then he shot the last bit of his cum into her open mouth. By this time they were both so tired that they just laid there and it felt like they could barely move. Lisa suggested they both take a shower. During the shower, they both lathered each other up and Adam loved rubbing her tits with soap all over them and Lisa loved rubbing his dick because it was already back hard again. With Adam standing behind her, he stuck his cock in her pussy again. He fucked her from behind until he came again all over her ass. They then finished their shower and went back and fell asleep laying beside each other with no clothes on. In the morning they both promised to meet each other at the pool so they could spend the entire day with each other again. Lisa only had one last day to get fucked by that big cock again so she knew she was going to make the most out of it. And that Friday she sucked and fucked more than she ever had in one day. Weekend Getaway It is beautiful spring day and I have planned a spectacular weekend In Monterey California. Wendy and I have had some great memories of past weekend trips to other destinations and it is not always about getting there but how you get there and what happens on the drive. One of my favorite trips was on the way to Palm Springs. We had rented a full size car that had a large front bench seat. It was dusk and on the drive my beautiful wife treated me to quite a show and also a few other lucky motorists as she played with her sweet exposed pussy till she came on that big leather seat. Maybe this trip would have similar memories I could only hope! On the ride to Monterey I gave Wendy a gift, a new pink rabbit vibrator. As my sensational lady was examining her new gift I was paying special attention to the road as ocean highways can often be difficult to navigate. As we continue to drive Wendy begins to play with her new toy and she begins to lightly brush her right nipple with her new energized friend. She lets out a moan and leans over and gives me a kiss on my cheek while putting her hand in my crotch. I tell her that I must concentrate on the road and she says fine and then directs her hungry rabbit to her erect nipples. As she continues to play I notice that her hand is making its way down to her jeans she starts to softly rub herself through them. I mention to her why don't you undo those and pull them down for more access? To my surprise she does just that and then looks at me with a mischievous smile and goes back to playing. Her hand is now inside her panties and I can see she is rubbing her clit I ask her to pull those panties aside so I can enjoy the view and she replies I thought you were driving. Well I was driving alright in the left lane of a four lane highway slowly passing truckers in the right lane. I could see that several had looked down and could see what she was doing as they would speed up to get another look. I joked that she was probably giving those poor truckers raging erections and that just made her smile wider. She then reached up and unbuttoned her blouse midway and removed her bra with that trick she does by not taking her blouse off to remove it. Wendy then wiggles out of her lacy black thong and now her gorgeous groomed beaver is in plain view. She leaned her seat back slightly and then went back to working on her clit with her new pink friend while her other hand was busy squeezing her right nipple. Meanwhile a young truck driver had pulled to the side of us and quickly noticed my beautiful wife playing with her pussy and he could also see her perfect tits as they were now in plain view. I made eye contact with the young trucker and he gave me a nod of approval. I told Wendy she had a fan and she shot the young trucker a sexy smile then she parted her moist lips and exposed her swollen clit, she then started rubbing her pink flesh pearl with the rabbit. Well that young trucker was not going to move away because when I sped up he sped up to stay with us, since traffic wasn't bad and he wanted to watch I slowed down a little so he could watch the show. And what a show it was, my cock was throbbing knowing that my sexy wife was giving that young man something to jerk off to while he was driving and I do believe that is what he was doing as I could see his shoulder moving up and down and his eyes were trained on Wendy then back to the road then back to Wendy. Wendy loved the attention and soon she was thrusting her pussy upward as she began to cum. Well that's all it took for our young trucker friend as he quickly let off the gas and I could see in my rear view mirror that he was pulling off to the side of the road. He must have made a mess in that cab as my own cock was weeping in my boxer briefs. Our exit was only a mile away and I could not get to the hotel quick enough. When we arrived at the hotel it was game on. Wendy was like a cat in heat and she wanted some hard cock bad. We did not get halfway in the door and she was pulling down my pants and grabbing for my rigid rocket. She had her lips around it as soon as it hit air and as she sucked I know she could taste my previous pre-cum from the drive and it made her want more of the real thing. I wanted to hold onto my load a little longer so I could fuck her pussy hard as I knew she wanted that. I took her to the bed and bent her over the edge. Her pussy was wide open as to say come on in and I did not hesitate I rammed my wide wood into her wanting wet love hole. She let out a loud a cry of oh oh oh fuck my pussy with that big cock. I followed her orders and gave her some hard deep strokes as I yelled you want that hard cock and she cried out my pussy loves that hard cock fuck me oh fuck me. Wendy was grunting as I picked up the pace and slammed all I had into her dripping wet vice. She then yelled out to me fill that pussy with your hot cum, my pussy wants that cum, my balls were swinging and slapping her clit and as I got close I yelled you want that hot cum she replied yes yes give it to me, give it to me! At that moment my geyser erupted its hot steamy plume deep inside her thirsty well that was enough to send her into overdrive and she reached around and grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her, she wanted more cock as she began to cum and I gladly gave her my cum covered lodge pole until she collapsed forward on the bed. We rolled over and both realized that we were more than a little loud. The walls were thin and we could hear our neighbors in the next room their mattress squeaking in time with their muffled moans composing an erotic symphony. I looked at Wendy and we shared a laugh as we knew that our lovemaking had provoked them to do the same. We showered and dressed for dinner Wendy looked stunning in her short red dress with her red high heels. We went to dinner at a nice seafood restaurant on the wharf our reservations were for seven and we were early so when I spotted two seats at the bar and we quickly claimed them. Sitting next to us were two attractive young women and within moments Wendy and the girls were having a conversation about night clubs and where to go for a fun night of dancing after dinner. Wendy loves to dance and one of the girls mentioned that they were going dancing after dinner and gave Wendy the address to the club that they go to. Our table was ready so we grabbed our drinks said hopefully we will see you later to the girls and then we were escorted to our table. Dinner was wonderful and the bottle of fine wine had Wendy and I consumed had us in high spirits. We decided to make the short walk to the club to do a little dancing it was a cool night and as we walked into the club I was treated to the sight of my wife's hard nipples pushing against her thin dress. As we entered the club I could see that I was not the only one happy to see her firm nipples standing at attention as many guys took a good long look her way and also a few women. I made my way to the bar and ordered drinks for the two of us. I turned around and spotted Wendy talking to the girls we had met previously at the restaurant, when I approached Wendy introduced me to Demi and Rachel as I did not catch their names at the bar . Women love to dance and men love to watch women dance together and I was fascinated how sexy my lovely wife looked as she danced with her new friends. All of the girls were feeling good from the many cocktails that they had consumed and I was feeling no pain either. Wendy and I wanted to get back to the hotel to have a soak in the hot tub before they closed it for the night so we said goodbye to our new friends and made our way to the hotel. After a short soak and a lot of fondling under the water we made our way back to our room and as we turned the corner Wendy's new girlfriends were standing there fumbling with their keys as they tried to open their room door. What a surprise it was to both of us that it was the room next to ours and the same room that the squeaking and moans were coming from. The girls were obviously a little tipsy and we were not far behind and when I put the key in our door Rachel commented to us that they had heard us fucking earlier I responded before thinking and said well we heard you fucking also. Demi asked us to come in for a night cap and we accepted. Well I know I was curious to see what they had been up to and Wendy had already followed them into their room. As I walked into the room I see Wendy holding a large strap on dildo well it was perfectly clear to me now that things were going to get interesting. I could tell that the thought of being fucked by an attractive young lady wearing a synthetic cock was on Wendy's mind as well as mine. Rachel then came out of the bathroom with a eighteen inch long double headed black dildo and walked up to Wendy who was standing next to the bed in her wet bikini. Rachel playfully placed one end of the rubber black cock to Wendy's lips and Wendy worked her tongue around the head with a smile as if she knew she was going to taste some pussy soon. Meanwhile Demi was down to her thong and had put the strap on around her waist at that moment I decided that I was in need of a good seat and sat in the chair at the end of the bed. Soon enough all three girls were kissing and touching each other Wendy was touching Demi's breasts which were now exposed while Rachel set my wife's incredible tits free. Pretty soon all of them were naked and on the bed touching, kissing and licking. Rachel was rubbing one head of the double dildo against Wendy's pussy and the other head against her own while Wendy pretended to give Demi's fake prick a good blowjob. Rachel now had at least six inches of that double headed tool buried in Wendy as well as her own slippery snatch. Rachel and Wendy had now met in the middle and were grinding back and forth. Demi pulled Wendy off and away from her nine inches of artificial cock and positioned her to receive her strapped on meat from behind. Rachel had pulled her nine out and was licking my wife's sweet juice from the shaft. I had already dropped my shorts and was sitting there giving my inflated cock a good tugging when Wendy pulled Rachel's pink twat to her face. It was an incredible sight and I wanted to join in but was satisfied just to watch as the girls gave each other pleasure. Demi pulled her tool out of my wife's quivering pussy and removed it from her waist she then moved over to Rachel and sat down on her face. Well it looked like here was my chance to join in as Wendy's box was wide open for business. I quickly mounted my wife and took over the job that Demi's fake cock was doing so well. It wasn't long and all three kitties were purring and as one would orgasm it would set the other two off. Watching and hearing three beauties cum was too much for me and I pulled my hose out of Wendy. I opened my nozzle and flooded her fine ass with my hot foam. Wendy and I said our goodbyes and made our way back to our room. When we entered Wendy and I kissed passionately I could still taste the sweet pussy on her lips. We made our way to the bed and as we lay in each other's arms we both said at the same time to each other what a great night. The next morning we checked out of our hotel room and we made the short drive to Marina California we were both feeling rested and look forward to a day of relaxation. We checked into the hotel and we were surprised at how nice our suite was. It was a two room suite the front room was a sitting room with a wet bar and as you made your way to the bedroom towards the back of the unit you pass a large marble bathroom equipped with a large Jacuzzi tub, the bedroom was huge and opened up to a deck that overlooked the ocean, in the corner of the room there was a gas fireplace. On the wall that backed up to the bathroom there was an opening covered by wood shutters that one could open to enjoy a bath in the large tub while watching the fire or the flat screen Television that hung above. I had booked an in room massage for Wendy at two in the afternoon, while she was having her massage I was going to go to a local brewery to sample some fresh local beer. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it a tall athletic Hispanic man that introduced himself as Miguel. Miguel proclaimed that he was the masseuse and that he would like to set up his massage table in the bedroom by the fire place. I held the door open for him as he carried in his table and equipment. Wendy was taking a hot shower and preparing for her relaxing massage. Miguel started to set out and light some aromatherapy candles and then put on some soothing music and then began organizing his collection of body oils. I noticed as I watched him put each bottle of oil on the mantle that he had very large muscular hands with long thick fingers I thought to myself that Wendy was in for a treat. Wendy came out of the bathroom in a large towel and Miguel introduced himself to her. I gave Wendy a kiss goodbye and told her to enjoy herself as I made my way out the door. I arrived at the brewery and as I got out of the car I realized that I had left my wallet on the table in the front sitting room. I returned to the room and quietly opened the door as to not disrupt Wendy's relaxing massage. I could hear the music playing and could smell the wonderful fragrances coming from the back room. My curiosity got the best of me and I quietly walked into the bathroom to peer through the shutters to the bedroom to see how it was going. It looked like it was going well Wendy was on her stomach naked and Miguel was working the hot oil into her tanned soft skin I could see her breasts pressing out from the side and they were shiny with oil. Miguel asked Wendy how she was doing and she responded that it feels wonderful. Miguel was working on her tight lower legs and was working his way up to her buttocks he was rubbing his large hands down her thighs and back up to her glistening ass and with each pass his fingers went farther into her inner thighs Wendy must have liked what he was doing as she slightly spread her long legs apart. Miguel was spending a lot of time in this area and Wendy let out a sigh. I could see that Miguel had brushed against her moist pussy lips. Miguel took the sigh as a sign of approval and inserted his long finger into her slippery hole. Wendy gasped and let out a low moan Miguel began working his long thick digit in and out of her oily beaver. Miguel pulled his hand back and instructed Wendy to roll over and lay on her back Wendy did as instructed. Miguel was standing behind her and her head was hanging back off of the table slightly where see could see the bulge in his pants up close. Miguel leaned forward over her body slowly oiling up her breasts and working his way down her belly to her wanting pussy, as he rubbed her oily clit she could see the outline of his swollen cock in his white pants it looked to be very long and the head appeared to be huge. Wendy wanted a closer look and raised her arms back and unzipped his fly in no time his ten inch churro stick sprang out at her. She quickly had her mouth around his big brown head, he was hung like a stallion and she tried hard to get as much of that long cock in her mouth as possible. Miguel pulled his burrito grande out of my wife's hungry mouth and went to the foot of the table he grabbed her legs and pulled her onto his huge chimichonga she was moaning with delight as he fucked her long and slow. After what seemed to be Twenty minutes or so he starting to fuck her hard and fast his ass flexed as he filled her hot taco with his thick queso sauce she squealed with pleasure. I wanted some of that saucy taco bad and went to the front door and shut it hard and exclaimed "Babe I'm Back" I gave Miguel a minute to stuff his burro back into his pants before I walked into the bedroom. I walked in and Miguel quickly said that he would be back for his equipment a little later and turned and left in a hurry. Wendy got up from the table and as she tried to get to the bathroom I grabbed her and threw her on to the bed. I spread her legs apart to see Miguel's thick sauce dripping from her just fucked pussy. I quickly pulled my throbbing tool from my pants and drove it home using Miguel's white cream as lubricant and Wendy's oil covered glowing body it did not take long and my love gun was soon firing off all of its rounds Wendy was starting to cum as I pulled out and put my pulsating cock to her lips so that she could have a taste of the Mexi-Cali treat that was dripping off of the head of my twitching cock. As we lay satisfied I ask her how was her massage and she answered it was fantastic. As she got up to shower I could see Miguel's and my cum running down her inner thighs. I watched her walk into the bathroom and I thought to myself what a lucky man I am to have such a beautiful wife. Weekend Getaway It was anything but another dull, boring, routine Tuesday at work. The phones were ringing off the hook but that was to be expected in a company of this size. I was usually in charge of filing, routing phone calls, general correspondence and mail. However this week I was working as a personal assistant to Robert, the head CEO of the company. His regular assistant was off for the week and somehow I was lucky enough to be asked to fill in. Well I'm not sure if most would see it as lucky; he was a hard man to work for. He stood tall, well over 6', His short dark hair was cut almost military short and he had piercing blue eyes. He carried himself with great confidence and Alpha didn't even come close to describing him. With both his broad shoulders, and deep voice people just naturally got out of his way. No one dared seem to make eye contact for any length of time, and when they did, his dead on stare brought even the biggest bullies to their knees. But even with all that I had the biggest crush on him, almost an obsession. So here I was, making sure my hair was perfect, clothes clinging to all the right places, makeup on just right, heels, all for nothing. He didn't give the time of day unless it was to bark orders at me or to toss a file on the desk for me to work on. However, I refused to give up in my quest to get his attention. I continued to smile through his scowls, answer politely to his orders, walked with just a little extra sway to my hips when I left his office. He never indicated that he noticed, not even once. By Friday I was a little discouraged, but then an opportunity of a lifetime came. Robert was away in a meeting when I placed a file on his desk that he requested, I noticed a corner of a paper peeking out from under his keyboard. Being the naturally nosey assistant, I peeked at it. It was an email confirming his reservations and the itinerary for the following weekend at a nearby resort hotel that was known for its underground swingers club catering to the Dom/sub couples. I had heard of his alternative lifestyle, not sure how much was just office gossip and how much was real, and while it seemed a little scary, it also stirred something deep within me. I was aching to learn more about his part in all of this. The reservation was for two, but it didn't indicate the name of the person he would be going with. I assumed it was a female partner, maybe someone he liked to swing with or maybe a sub. Although I knew throughout the week I had transferred many phone calls from females to him, and had taken even more messages from females, none jumped out as anyone he was particularly attached to. I felt this was my chance to show him that I could play too. I looked up the resort online and made my reservations for the same weekend. I had no idea how I was going to get myself invited to the underground party but I was going to do everything in my power to figure it out. I finished up my duties for the day and hurried home to get online. I visited several sites that catered to the Dom/sub lifestyle. I spent the whole evening learning and was more than a little surprised to find myself very aroused at the idea of being dominated. Not just by anyone, but by him. While I was no stranger to sex, it had never really been fulfilling for me. And I never felt connected to my partners. But now I begin to feel that maybe it was because I wasn't turned on by traditional, vanilla sex. As I searched through site after site of anything from light bondage to almost torture I felt myself get wetter and wetter. By 11pm I was almost writhing in my chair. I felt flushed, like steam was coursing through my veins and my eyes were glazed over. I shut off the computer and decided a shower was what I needed. I stepped into the shower stall and although the water was hot, it felt cool on my overheated skin. The stinging spray did nothing to relieve my aroused state. I tried soaping my body but even the sponge against my skin seemed to turn me on more. I found myself dropping the sponge and caressing my body. The soap made my hands slide over the skin with ease. Running my hands over my belly, up my torso I then cupped my heavy, sensitive breasts. I gently squeezed them, pinching and pulling on the nipples. They were taunt and pebbled, and the pinching felt wonderful. I twisted and rolled the hardened peaks, feeling the moisture building between my legs. With each pull and pinch a jolt of arousal went straight to my clit. I could feel it pulsing and swelling, begging to be touched. I squeezed my thighs together, gently rubbing them back and forth, but I needed more. With one hand still cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, I brought the other down to caress my engorged clit. The contact made me moan out loud and my hips automatically arched into my hand. I was slick with my arousal and with the added soap it was almost too soft of a contact. I still rolled the nub between my fingers, pinching slightly and dipping my fingers inside my very wet channel. I was pumping my hips, finger fucking myself deep and pulling on my nipples, but it still wasn't quite enough for me to cum. I looked up and remembered that the shower head detached into a hand held with an adjustable pulsing head. Grabbing hold of the hand held I quickly adjusted the head until it was spraying a pulsing, hard jet. I spread my legs and held the shower head so it was pointed right at my swollen clit. As soon as contact was made I knew this was what I needed. I rested my head against the wall of the shower and thrust my hips forward. I turned up the temp so it was just this side of scalding and started to rock my hips back and forth. It was wonderful. The sting of the water and me pulling on my nipples soon had me moaning and gasping. I could feel the orgasm building and bent my head so I could suck and lick my nipple. That little extra sent me over the edge. My knees almost gave out as I rode the incredible wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. As always, it was over too soon, but at least I felt I could sleep. Rinsing the last of the soap from my trembling body, I dried off quickly and crawled under the blanket, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next day I went shopping. Not just for sexy clothes to wear on my weekend getaway, but for toys, and not the kind you find at Wal-Mart. I Googled several different adult toy shops in the city and mapped out the ones that looked like they catered to what I was looking for. Not that I was all that sure what I was looking for. As I pulled up to the first store, I suddenly had a slight twinge of fear. What the hell was I doing? Was I even ready for this? I sat in my car and took several deep breaths. Reminded myself what my goal was and stepped from the car. The windows to the shop were tinted as well as the door, and when I opened it, my nose was assaulted with the scent of different oils and lotions. The woman behind the counter looked 65 with smeared lipstick and badly dyed red, poufy hair. She looked bored as she asked if I needed help and I told her I was just looking. The items they sold looked cheap and overpriced. And the only other customer in there gave me the creeps. After walking around for a short while I realized they didn't cater to the clientele that I was looking for. The second shop wasn't much different, but at the third shop I struck gold. As soon as I walked in, the atmosphere was different. The front of the shop was full of sexy lingerie, costumes, corsets, and high heeled shoes. There were rows of flavored oils, lotions, gels, and stimulating creams. There was a separate section toward the back of the shop that had toys, lots and lots of toys. Just looking at the different vibrators, dildos, plugs, whips, floggers and canes, I started to get wet and I could feel my nipples pebbling and rubbing against my bra. As my fingers touched the various restraints my breathing became shallow, and by time I picked out what I wanted and made my way to the register, my hands were shaking and damp. The young woman behind the counter was clean and friendly, and offered suggestions to insure my experience with my purchase would be pleasant. By time I finished my other errands and made my way home, it was getting dark. I quickly made my way to my bedroom and laid my purchase out on the bed. With trembling fingers I opened some if the packages. Among them was a vibrator with a clit stimulator, anal plugs in 3 sizes, nipple clamps and a DVD on various Dom/sub scenarios. I popped in the DVD and sat back on the bed. As scene after scene of bondage, submission, and roll play danced across the screen I became totally intrigued with what I was watching. Before I was even aware of it, I was totally naked on the bed and rubbing my wet pussy. My distended clit was throbbing and my nipples begging to be touched. I looked around at my toys and picked up the nipple clamps. As I clamped them on I yelped at the slight sting and then moaned at the jolt of pleasure it provided. I tugged on them gently and almost came. Reaching for the vibrator, my hand stopped instead on the smallest butt plug. I have never had anything anally and was a little afraid, but that only served to heighten my arousal. I reached for the lube and coated the plug. I let my lubed fingers trace lightly around my anus coating it as well. I was surprised at how much pleasure I got from playing there. I let one finger slip in, lubing the inside as well. It was so tight I had to add more lube, and soon I was fingering myself with ease. It felt so good I could feel the juices from my pussy running down to mix with the lube. I added another finger causing me to squirm with pleasure. When they were both slipping in and out with ease I reached for the plug. It fit nicely with the flared base keeping it from going in all the way. The sensation was incredible. I laid there for a moment just enjoying the feeling, slightly rocking my hips back and forth. I reached for the vibrator and turned it on. Not being used to toys, it was a moment I will never forget; the vibrator on my clit and the plug in my ass was almost too much pleasure to take. I reached up with one hand and gently tugged on the nipple clamps while the other moved the vibrator all over my soaked pussy. I could feel that I was getting close to an orgasm and I slipped the vibe inside. The added fullness of the butt plug made it a tight fit, but the slight pleasure/pain sent me over the edge. My back arched off the bed as I came hard. I could feel fluid gush from between my legs as the orgasm went on and on. When it was over, I laid there thinking about this new adventure I was about to embark on. I cleaned the toys and put them in a small duffle bag and jumped in the shower. I knew if I wanted to be really ready for the next weekend I would need to play like this over and over. The following week was spent with me reading books on the Dom/sub rolls, working out with my toys and wearing a butt plug for several hours a day. By Friday I was up to the largest size and decided if I was going to be ready, I needed to wear it all day. Work provided to be more difficult than I thought. Every movement in my chair brought a new wave of arousal and kept my nipples hard as I could feel the plug deep inside of me. I had to slip into the bathroom twice to masturbate to give my over sensitive body some much needed relief. By the end of the day I was exhausted and still horny. I had my bags packed before work and was very anxious to hit the road to the resort. When I got there, I checked in, unpacked, and started to put my plan in action. I ordered a light meal from room service, showered and got dressed. I choose a black clingy dress with an open back, and a plunging neckline, black lace panties and black strappy sandals. I left my hair down which would be a change from what I usually wore to work. It tumbled in dark waves to mid-back. Satisfied with my outfit and makeup, I headed down to the meet and greet portion of the weekend. I was able to get my name on the list as an observer through a web site I found, meaning I could go to some of the open activities, but would need a sponsor to attend the private parties. I wasn't sure if he would be attending, but maybe I would meet someone who would get me into other events. As I made my way to the private suites where the party was I had to keep stopping and taking a deep breath so I wouldn't lose my nerve. When I got to the door, I gave my name and was briefed on the rules and allowed in. The room was set up with a full bar and overstuffed chairs and couches all around. There were quite a few people mingling and several groups in the surrounding couches. My eyes scanned the room, looking for Robert. I spotted the familiar frame and the short haircut standing at the bar talking to a beautiful, leggy blond. My heart sank. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I just realized I might be out of my league. I stood frozen in place as I watched her make some gesture with her hands and him smile and lean in close to her ear and whisper something. She threw her head back and laughed and placed her hand on his chest showing perfectly manicured nails. I glanced down at my own short natural nails and grimaced. I took a deep breath, refusing to let myself get down and headed toward the bar. I slid into an empty seat, several down from him and the bombshell and ordered a drink of liquid courage. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help but let my eyes slide to his end of the bar every few seconds. On one such occasion my view was suddenly blocked by a large frame. Trying not to be rude by showing my irritation at the man blocking my view, or my attempts to try and look around him, I met him eye to eye instead. He was a nice looking man, broad shoulders and frame that spoke of years on the football field. He had a shaved head and a well trimmed goatee. But best of all he had a smile that lit up his whole face, dimples and all and twinkling eyes. You just couldn't help but to smile back. He introduced himself as Cole and we exchanged polite conversation for a while. He finally shifted in his seat and I was able to catch a view of the object of my obsession, just as he placed his hand on the small of Barbie's back and led her to a door at the back of the room. There was a man standing at the door and as he approached, he said something to him and the door was opened. I caught a brief glimpse of a darkened room on the other side and I could hear soft music, and then the door was closed again. Evidently the disappointment showed in my face as Cole followed my gaze. I asked him what was in there and he explained that it was the private party for elite members only. After I let him buy me another drink and flirted shamelessly, he offered to sponsor me and take me into the private room. We approached the door and my heart was racing, knowing that what was behind this door was what I had been preparing for all week. Once my eyes adjusted to darkened room I tried not to stare at what I saw. There were couches and chairs with cushions on the floor scattered around them. People were in the chairs with others kneeling at their feet in various stages of dress. Some of the ones kneeling had thin chains attached to collars around their necks. I noticed they weren't speaking, and most were looking at the ground but every once and a while the person sitting in the chair would pat their head or offer them a bit of food. Occasionally I would see a couple get up and go into another room and close the door. Cole explained to me that the couples were Dom/sub couples and there were rooms set aside for their sexual pleasure. I looked around for Robert and let out a breath or relief to see him sitting on a couch with the blond and talking with another couple, one who had a slender boyish looking man on his knees with a gold chain around his neck, attached to a delicate gold chain leash that the woman in the couple was holding. The sub was wearing only a thong and was looking at the floor with his hands clasped in front of him. When the sub was spoken to by his Dom, his whole body came alert and you could see the love and respect in his eyes. Cole saw that I was intrigued and before I knew it he was ushering me to a couch nearby. He introduced me to the group and when my eyes met Robert's, he was furious. I wouldn't let him see how nervous I was so I squared my shoulders and smiled. He slowly raised himself from his seat and came toward me. I naturally backed up only to feel Cole's arm snake around my waist and pull me close. He met my bosses stare head on and demanded to know what his problem was. It became obvious to me that by the exchange of words, they were long time friends. Robert explained to my sponsor that he needed to discuss some things with me in private. Cole made it clear that he was responsible for me and he would not leave me to his intimidation. I was ushered to a private corner by both of them where my boss demanded to know what the hell I was doing there. I tried to explain that I had an interest in the lifestyle and that I had every right to be there. Cole looked slightly confused but soon realized he had been used by me to gain access into the private sector of the group. Now he too was looking pissed. I could see by their body language that I was dealing with two dominate Alpha males and I was totally screwed. They exchanged a look that made me feel uneasy and decided that they would show me what really went on at these getaways. They took me to a darkened room and pushed me inside. Once I heard the door close they turned on the lights. I was shocked and aroused at the same time. There was a table in the center of the room with leg and arm restraints, various whips and floggers against the wall. Another wall held canes and other toys, most I had never seen before or had any idea how they would be used. I could feel my heart beat faster as I imagined myself tied to the table and at his mercy. He must have noticed my reaction because he came closer to me, they both did. Having 2 big males in my personal space was very intimidating. I found myself backing toward the closed door. Robert reached for some of the toys on the wall, a mask and a ball gag, telling me how he likes to play with his women. How they BOTH play with the women. I suddenly felt panic setting in. I never thought I would have to be having sex with two men at the same time. I knew he was into some kinky things, but I just didn't count on this. I backed slowly to the door as he came towards me with a look in his eye that was pure predator. Flight instinct took over and before I knew it, I was out the door and running for the elevator. Next thing I knew I was face down on my bed in a full blown panic attack. I woke early the next morning thinking the best thing for me to do was to pack, go home, and start looking for a new job. And I planned to do just that as soon as I got myself some coffee. When I arrived at the cafe, it was almost empty. I made my way to a table by the window and ordered my coffee. I was so deep into my thoughts and humiliation that I didn't notice someone approach my table. I looked up with a start to see Cole standing there, with one of his infectious grins on his face. I couldn't help but to smile back, forgetting my humiliation and embarrassment for a mament. He sat down and asked why I was really here. Before I knew what I was doing I blurted out the whole story, I must have become emotional because by time I reached the end Cole was holding my hand and handing me a napkin to dry my tears. He suddenly started to chuckle and it soon turned into full blown, booming laughter. All I could do was stare open mouthed in confusion. When he finally stopped, he was wiping tears away. Cole explained to me that he had the perfect plan to get Robert's attention. Tonight was the slave auction. All subs were welcome to volunteer to be slaves with the attached subs getting permission from their Dom's. The auction was for one night of pleasure with the slave. Cole and I laid out our plan for the evening and I started to feel better. Tonight was going to be great. I spent the day at the hotel spa under Cole's supervision, getting pampered, waxed, tweezed, massaged, and made over in preparation. Cole knew just how Robert liked his women and he was making sure I was perfect. Weekend Getaway I dressed for the evening in nothing but a black thong and a corset, with four inch, open toe heels on my feet. I looked in the mirror at myself and I couldn't believe what I saw. I was beautiful. The spa did my hair, trimmed, highlighted, and styled so it fell in soft dark curls past my shoulders. The makeover they gave me was subtle and natural. My milky skin held a healthy glow and was softer and smoother than I ever remember. I applied just a hint of lipstick, put on my long coat and headed down to the auction. I waited in a private room off to the side of the auction with the other slaves waiting their turn. All seemed to be having a good time and several were telling of their experience of years before. I listened carefully trying to learn everything and anything I needed that might help we make this experience a success. There was a small open bar in the room and after a couple of drinks I was relaxed and ready for the show. I was almost the last one called up and by then was full of liquid courage. I was removed of my coat by a large muscle bound man wearing nothing but black leather pants, blind folded and had my hands tied behind my back. I thought more than once I would trip in the stupid heels before I would ever make it to the stage. My escort was great, making sure I stayed balanced and not break an ankle. I was instructed in how to kneel on the pillow while the bidding took place and was told to bow my head and not to speak. I heard the curtains open and a murmuring or voices. There was something about being bound and blind folded in front of people that got my juices flowing. The auctioneer started the bidding by telling everyone my age and some general stats on me. I realized that Cole must have given them the information before hand. The bidding started out at $200 with it quickly rising to $500 and still climbing. I tried to recognize the voice of Cole, but picked up Robert's instead. The bidding climbed higher still and was up to $2000. Voices still barked out but after the bidding reached $3000 I only heard 2, that of Robert's and Cole's. I could hear the hint of humor in Cole's voice as I knew he planned on taunting Robert and it was working. Robert seemed to be reaching his limit on patience and barked out a quick and final $5000. I heard the auctioneer shout sold and something hard strike wood. I was escorted to what seemed to be a private room, and sat a bed and left alone. I was still blindfolded and had my hands tied when I heard the door open. Someone approached me, untied my hands and instructed me to lie on the bed. I did so and my hands were pulled over my head and retied to the bead. My ankles were also tied, spreading my legs apart with the blindfold still in place. I was reminded not to speak, and once again I was left alone. Being tied to the bed, spread out like that started getting me excited. Before I knew it, my nipples were pebbled and there was moisture pooling between my legs. It was all I could do not to squirm. I'm not sure how long I laid there but finally after what seemed like forever, the door opened again. I heard two sets of footsteps approach the bed and felt the bed sag under their weight as one sat on either side of me. I felt strong, firm hands begin to remove my corset while another pair of hands worked on my shoes. Just the soft brushing of their fingers had every nerve ending in my body on alert. My nipples were high and tight, and my breathing was quickly turning into a pant. I felt them get up off the bed, heard a rustling of clothes, and felt two warm hands on my ankles. As the hands made their way up my legs I felt another two hands start at my wrists and work their way down. The sensation was erotic, not knowing what would happen, or who was touching me where. I assumed it was Cole and Robert, but neither said a word as they continued caressing me. I felt the warm sensation of a kiss on my ankle, and more kisses working up my leg. I let out a small gasp as I felt more lips on my neck working up to my jaw and finally to my own lips. I knew from his scent alone that this was Robert, so that meant that Cole was rubbing and kissing my legs, at least I hoped it was. I tried not to think about the fact that I would be having sex with two men and just let myself get swept away in the pleasure. Robert's lips on mine seemed to do the trick. His kisses started out gentle and soft, but as his mouth moved over mine, my tongue darted out to taste him. He groaned and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, demanding a response. As our mouths and tongues played back and forth, I felt the bed sag as Cole stretched out along my side. Robert pulled back and Cole's lips met mine. His softer, fuller mouth was the perfect contrast to Robert's more aggressive kissing and soon our tongues were gently lapping. Robert was now kissing down my neck to the swell of my breast. With my hands tied above my head, it thrust my breast upward in an offering, and my hard, pebbled nipples were like little raspberries just waiting to be tasted. I couldn't help but moan as Robert's mouth took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it around with his tongue. Cole took the other nipple and together they heightened my arousal to new levels. I could feel two hands running down my stomach to the top of my thighs, one belonging to each of the men. One of them ripped off my thong with ease while the other's fingers parted the moist lips of my pussy. I couldn't tell at this point whose fingers were whose and I didn't really care. One was rubbing and circling my clit while the other went lower into my wet channel. I had no idea what a turn on it would be to have so much attention to my body, such different touching, kissing and caressing. I could tell that these two men had done this many times before. They never spoke but instead worked as one with well choreographed moves. They both worked their way down my body, kissing and licking every inch until I thought I would die of pleasure. Someone untied my legs and helped me bend them and spread, until I was open wide. Suddenly I felt one mouth licking and sucking my clit and another rimming my ass. I couldn't help but let out a deep moan and thrust my hips forward, trying to grind it into their faces. I couldn't tell whose mouth was where and didn't really care. They held my legs up in the air to get better access and all I could feel was lips, tongues and fingers teasing and rubbing me until I was crying out in need. I felt one and then two fingers slip deep within my pussy, finding my G spot and massaging. Suddenly I felt a finger in my ass and instinctively tightened. I heard soothing whispers and relaxed. Somewhere nearby I heard a bottle open and a cool gel being applied to my ass. Next I felt two fingers enter me there. I was glad I had been using the plugs as I felt no pain, only intense pleasure as two sets of fingers moved in and out. I felt someone's mouth on my clit and they began to lick and suck again. I started to writhe and moan, it was almost too much pleasure. A hand came up and pinched my nipple and sent me screaming into a mind blowing orgasm. The fingers continued to pump and work me and I could feel my cum squirt all over the hands. As I came down from the orgasm I felt my arms being untied and lowered slowly, they rubbed them to get the blood circulating again as I tried to get my breathing under control. I could feel them stretched out on either side of me, two hard bodies with even harder cocks. Someone removed my blindfold and I could see Robert on one side and Cole on the other. I looked down at both of their naked bodies and marveled at the differences. Robert's cock was longer and curved slightly with a patch of trimmed dark hair at the base. Cole's was thicker with a larger head and shaved clean. Both were very nice and I just had to taste them. Getting on my knees between them, I first took Robert's cock in my mouth, taking time to lick the head, down the shaft, and licking the balls. He let out a hiss when I took the whole head and most of the shaft in my mouth. I was stroking Cole with the other hand, taking my time with nice long strokes. I alternated sucking Robert's cock then Cole's and back again until both men were thrusting into my hand and mouth. Robert called enough and flipped me over on my stomach and Cole moved to my head. Robert told me that I was a bad girl for coming to the hotel that weekend and I needed to be punished. The next thing I knew I felt a hard smack on my ass. I yelped and tried to squirm away but Cole held my shoulders. I felt another smack on my other cheek and was a little surprised to feel the heat go straight to my pussy. He smacked me a few more times, alternating cheeks and locations, telling me how upset he was to find me at the auction, and how naughty I was to taunt and tease him, he kept spanking me until my entire backside was pink and hot. I was so turned by this time all I could do was moan and beg for more. I was dripping with juices when he stopped and soothed my red bottom with kisses and caresses, dipping between my cheeks to lick my soaked pussy and ass. He pulled me to my hands and knees and with one thrust seated himself balls deep in my pussy. I immediately had an orgasm and before I could come back to earth Cole thrust his cock in my eager mouth. Having both men inside of me was a treasure. And I happily took advantage by sucking deep and thrusting back. I felt the cool gel on my ass again as Robert slid two fingers inside. I loved the feeling of having all my holes filled and started to thrust backwards even more. Robert told Cole that I was ready and asked if I have ever had double penetration. I told him no but explained about the plugs. He nodded to Cole and pulled out. Cole laid on the bed with his legs over the side and feet on the floor. I climbed on top and slowly slid down on his cock. He was thicker than Robert and I took a few minutes to enjoy the different feeling. Robert stood behind me and pushed me forward until I was laying flat on top of Cole. Cole reached around, grabbing my butt cheeks and spread them wide. I felt more lube drip on me and even more inserted by Robert's fingers. I was told to take a deep breath and push back slightly. I felt the tip of Robert's cock slip inside of me and I gasped. It was slightly painful at first, but he took his time and with the soothing words of Cole I relaxed and Robert slipped in. The pleasure/pain feeling was like nothing I ever expected. I was stuffed full but still felt like I couldn't get enough. Then they started to move, one going in while the other pulled out and then back in again. They were in perfect time with each other. The kind of timing that takes a lot of practice. Cole's arms were around me, holding me to him while Robert held my hips. I was immobile, but acutely aware of every feeling, every sensation that was coursing through my body and it was incredible. I felt so alive, so sensual, and so incredible that all I could do was hold on and let these two beautiful men help me reach a new level of ecstasy. I could feel the orgasm building as their strokes increased. I didn't know how much longer I would last when I heard Cole tell me to cum. I did and every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. The orgasm went on and on having one on top of the other. Then I heard Cole grunt that he was cumming too followed by Robert's growl. I could feel their hot seed fill me as I came again. I must have passed out because the next thing I know Robert is carrying me into the bathroom and filling the huge garden tub. When it was filled, he set me in the hot soapy water, climbed in behind me and bathed me. His gentle touch and caress as he washed every part of me touched my heart. When he was done washing me he lifted me out of the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy towel and carried me to bed. I felt him slip in bed behind me, wrap his arms around me, and then I was asleep. The next morning as I awoke I felt everything that happened last night was a dream. I stretched and could feel a slight aching in all the right places, and I smiled to myself until I realized that I was alone. I was a little upset, and got up to take a shower. As I was getting dressed I noticed a note on the stand by the bed. It said to come down to the café for breakfast, and was signed R&C. My heart jumped in anticipation but then sank as I thought of all the things they might want me for. Mostly I was afraid of losing my job, and not losing the one, but the two men who have made me feel more alive than I ever have. I pushed the negative thoughts from my mind and made my way down to the café. When I saw them both sitting at the table, my heart jumped again and panic set in. I didn't want to lose what was just beginning for me, but seeing them there, heads close together in deep discussion, put a knot in my belly. I approached the table and both men quickly composed themselves and offered me a seat. The dimpled smile on Cole's face put me slightly at ease as we exchanged pleasantries. Nothing much was said as the waiter brought me coffee, but as soon as he was out of earshot, Robert turned to me and for the first time since I met the man he had a slight twinkle in his eye. He explained that he and Cole had been Dom partners for years and have been looking for the right woman to complete them and be their sub. He told me they felt with the proper training I might just be that woman. I was speechless. I looked at Cole and his face was split in one of his infectious smiles. I could feel my heart thump in my chest and tears start to fill my eyes. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this would be offered. Something was mentioned about living with them, quitting my job and eventually marriage, but all I could hear was the beating of my heart in my ears. After a minute I realized they were both looking at me and not saying anything, as if they were waiting for me to respond to something. Then they both laughed at the obvious blank look on my face. They asked me again if I would accept their offer and all I could do was nod. Then Robert presented me with a small box. Inside was a beautiful, delicate, silver chain much like the chains that I saw other sub's wearing. But this one had a tiny locket with the initials R&C engraved on it. Cole placed it around my neck as Robert explained that this will show ownership and devotion to the relationship. I finally felt complete, and couldn't wait for my new life to begin.