6 comments/ 35068 views/ 31 favorites Cate's Gift By: erossmantic PROLOGUE It seemed like such a good idea on paper, or more accurately, during our conversation one Friday evening over happy hour. After a couple drinks, my best friend Staci and I had eased into our usual girl-talk, mostly gossiping stories about work and home. Although our personalities couldn't be more different, we are like sisters. We share everything. What I secretly enjoy most about our happy-hour girl dates are the opportunities to live vicariously through Staci's stories of sexual exploits with her husband Bill. Staci is a 28 year-old, 5' 10" blonde bombshell. Beyond being a poster-child for sexy, she is intelligent, creative and focused. Men fall in love with her (or should I say lust) when she just walks in a room. But the men don't have a chance. Staci is hotly in love with Bill, and Bill with her. They are also fun to hang out with as couples. My husband Mark and I love doing things together with Staci and Bill. Their passion for life and each other is contagious. I live vicariously through Staci because I am way too shy and reserved to experience what she has or to do what they do. Even our jobs highlight the contrast between us. I am a librarian; she works in sports media. Like great literature, her stories take me places my bashfulness would never allow myself to go in real life. Staci finished the luscious details of their latest romp as we emptied our second drinks, which the waiter quickly replaced with a third. She could tell I was again mesmerized in admiration by the way my large transparent blue eyes were fixed on her thick red lips as she told her tantalizing story. My body tingled with warmth from the alcohol and erotic narrative. I felt the tightening of my large nipples giving my arousal away as they pushed through the soft silk of my blouse; my panties secretly soaked up the moisture from my damp love box under the small table. "Mark would die to have what you and Bill have in the bedroom," I confessed, as Staci paused at the end of her story to moan, and catch her breath. Her face was flushed with arousal having just re-lived the sultry experience through retelling the graphic details. "Although your stories are rarely limited to the bedroom, or even your house," I added with a sultry smile. "What's stopping you?" Staci asked in a suggestive voice. "Look at you. You are gorgeous." Staci looked up and down my tall slender fit body. I match Staci's 5'10" height, but with petite features of small perky tits mostly made up of swollen round nipples and a tiny ass that offer little compared to her luscious curvaceous figure. I have shoulder-length brunette hair, large transparent blue eyes, olive skin and a broad smile, "I can tell he loves how beautiful you are, and loves your body by the way he looks at you. Who wouldn't," she added. "If I were a man,..." her voice trailed. Staci smiled before finishing her thought. "Let's just say, if I were a man, Mark would have competition." I blushed again. "Mark definitely tells me he thinks I'm beautiful, and shows it by his actions" I conceded. "I suppose that's part of the problem. I get shy. I've just always been so reserved," I said resigned. "It's not like I want to be, I just am. Our sex life is pretty routine and boring compared to yours. I think he wishes I was more adventurous, like you guys." "Like how?" "You know, more creative and playful with sex -- where we have it, what we do when we have it. He'd love me to take more initiative as a seductress, more exhibitionist when we are out, showing off my body. He'd love me to let loose and get crazy with oral sex, playful sex, even sex in public. You name it, if it was more adventurous, I think he would eat it up." "Then turn on the adventure!" Staci encouraged with a smile. "Start surprising him. Get your inner-freak on." We both laughed. I blushed again. "I just get shy," I confessed. "I'll come up with a romantic idea to seduce him, then get nervous and back out; or he'll make a playful suggestion and I get embarrassed and balk. I'm such a prude. He's patient and all, I just think he wishes..." "That's it!" Staci interrupted with a shout. "What's it?" I asked, confused, feeling a little embarrassed by how her enthusiastic shout called attention to our table. "I have an idea," Staci interrupted, lowering her voice to a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret plan. "That look on your face makes me nervous." "Do you trust me?" "Now I'm more nervous," I answered truthfully, but with heightened curiosity. "Keep an open mind Cate," she encouraged. "You know how you and Mark have decided to have fun with Christmas gifts this year by giving each other something creative without spending any money?" "Yes," I said, in a coaxing tone. [Mark and I came up with the plan to be more fun and thoughtful than just going out and buying something for each other to be unwrapped. We give each other gifts all year long.] "And...?" "And you know how you are struggling to come up with what you want to give Mark, but you want it to be really good?" "Yes, and?" "And you know how you think Mark would like you and your sex life to become more adventurous?" "Yes," I answered, growing impatient. I nervously emptied the third drink and asked for another. "Am I your best friend and will do anything for you?" she asked. "Yes, yes, yes," I answered impatiently. "What's your idea?" "Then you're going to let me be your Christmas fairy to make all your wishes come true!" "How?" "You are going to let me come up with the gift you are going to give Mark." Her large smile lit up her face. "That defeats the purpose," I answered. "And the idea makes me very nervous. It's supposed to be my gift to Mark, not yours." "It will be your gift to Mark," she answered. "He'll never know I came up with it for you to give him. But I guarantee, your gift will make it the best Christmas of his life." "What's the gift?" I asked. "That's the beauty of it," Staci answered deviously. "You will both discover what it is when he opens it Christmas Eve. Once you give it, it is his to enjoy. There is no taking it back." "That really sounds dangerous," I answered. I felt my bashful insecurities rising to discomfort. I manage my world by controlling my boundaries, boundaries much smaller than Staci's imagination. "I prefer the word adventurous," she said with a smile. "Come on. YOLO! Let me do this for you." Staci's face was filled with eager enthusiasm. My next drink arrived and I instantly poured half of it down my parched throat. "Your idea makes me really nervous," I repeated. "Trust me," Staci repeated, with a reassuring tone of a big sister. "Do you trust me?" I looked up at her fretfully, trying to read her scheming but sincere face. My uneasy smile communicated my apprehension, feeling a thrilling fear like when boarding a large roller coaster. "You and Mark will be in complete control of how you enjoy the gift," she reassured. "But, to make this the best Christmas ever, you have to promise to tell him you give it to be enjoyed without any limitations or conditions. Promise?" "I promise," I said hesitantly. The commitment instantly caused a volcano of trepidation and thrill to rise from deep inside. I knew the alcohol compromised my normal cautious judgment, but I also knew whatever Staci had in mind for me to give Mark would make this Christmas unforgettable. A week later, Staci handed me a small box elegantly wrapped in a deep red printed metallic paper with a large frilly gold bow on top. A small card was tucked under the bow in an envelope with Mark's name embossed on top. "Merry Christmas," Staci said in a mischievous tone, ready to burst in her devilish excitement. "I'm so petrified about this," I confessed. "You should be," Staci answered playfully. "You can read the card, but the gift is Mark's to open and enjoy." I gingerly removed the card from the delicate envelope affixed to the top of the beautifully wrapped gift. I recognized the words from one of our new favorite love songs printed on the left panel inside the card: ~~~~~~~~~~ Unconditional, unconditionallyI will love you unconditionallyThere is no fear nowLet go and just be freeI will love you unconditionally. ~~~~~~~~~~ In italics, the right side of the card simply read: ~~~~~~~~~~Mark, Just like my love,this gift is unconditional. Merry Christmas Darling Cate ~~~~~~~~~~ I returned the card to the envelope and placed the gift under the tree. My heart raced. Christmas Eve was just two days away. CHAPTER ONE - CATE'S GIFT Romantic light holiday jazz played softly throughout our home. The house was lit only by the glow of candles, a fire in the fireplace and the colored lights on the Christmas tree. The aroma of spiced cheeses warming in the fondue pot in front of the fireplace decorated the air. A second fondue pot warmed rich dark chocolate. Two glasses of our favorite merlot sat next to the large plate adorned with bread, veggies, fruit, pound cake and other choices waiting to be bathed in the warm fondue cheeses and decadent chocolate. It was Christmas Eve. Tonight, was reserved for just the two of us, alone in the intimacy of our own home. The craziness of family Christmas gatherings would begin tomorrow, spending Christmas day with Mark's extended family. I wore a usual conservative red cashmere sweater buttoned to the top with black knee length skirt and matching high heels. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous to death about what was in the package I would soon hand to Mark to open as my Christmas gift to him. It was too late now to back out. Mark would be home from work any minute. Whatever Staci had created and wrapped in that package would be his. I was more nervous about discovering what was in the box with his name on it than I was opening the other small wrapped gift he placed under the tree for me. Butterflies filled my stomach. "Merry Christmas," I said with a smile as he walked through the door. Mark's face lit up with a smile as he turned toward the sound of my voice to see me standing next to the Christmas tree, in the flickering light of the fireplace and candles. He set his briefcase down, closed the door and took his overcoat off. I walked over and handed him his glass of merlot, and lifted my glass to his. "Merry Christmas," he answered. Our glasses clinked as a toast; our lips came together for a brief kiss before each taking a sip of the smooth wine. "Ah, I needed this," Mark said, coming off a hard day at work, before navigating his way through the hectic holiday traffic. The light snow falling across the city was beautiful to look at, but frustratingly slowed the commute home. Mark took a deep breath and another sip of his wine. His smile grew as he allowed the relaxing light jazz, the warmth of the fire and aroma of the fondue wash over him. The picturesque light snow continued to fall outside the large living room window, illumined by the full moon and streetlight. "This is nice." The evening unfolded with a relaxing leisurely pace, with nowhere to be, nothing to do but to enjoy the time together. Bite by bite the cheese fondue gradually disappeared, as did a second bottle of wine. We relished the unhurried conversation that started with recounting our day, and moved to reminiscing and laughter. It felt magical, fueled all the more by my secret suspense of what laid waiting to be opened under the tree. The buzz of the wine relaxed us into the beauty of the intimate evening together. "Want to open our gifts?" Mark asked. "Let's," I answered, giving him a small kiss. "Who first?" "Ladies first," he answered, picking up the small box under the tree and handing it to me. "I love you." "Thank you darling." I slowly unwrapped the package to savor the moment. In it was a gorgeous antique diamond ring. I gasped. "Oh, Mark, this is beautiful. But we weren't supposed to spend any money." "I didn't," he answered. This belonged to my great grandmother. It's been in the family for years. My grandmother had it, and she loved the idea of me giving it now to you. She couldn't have been more happy." Tears rolled down my cheeks at the priceless sentiment and gift. "Oh darling, it's perfect," I said as he slipped the ring onto my right index finger. "It fits perfectly and is beautiful," I added as the light of the flickering fire danced in the solitaire." I gave him a passionate kiss of gratitude. My heart was full. "Yours isn't anything like a priceless heirloom," I said, handing him the beautifully wrapped box that was as much a mystery to me as it was for him. "I'm sure it will be perfect," Mark said with a smile as he pulled the card from the small envelope on top. Mark's smile grew as he read the lyrical words of the card out loud. "Unconditional," he repeated. "I give this gift for you to enjoy without any limitations or conditions," I said, simultaneously keeping my promise to Staci while unknowingly making one of the biggest promises of my life to Mark. "Sounds big," Mark said as he began to pull the metallic wrapping off the package, exposing a small gold box with a lid that opened up. As he raised the lid, the music of the song "Unconditionally" began to play. Inside the box lay four red envelopes, one on top of the other, each with one letter embossed on the front: L, O, V, E. On top of the four envelopes was a perfume-scented note to explain the gift. "What's this?" Mark asked with a smile. "You'll see," I said playfully, even more curious than he was for what he would discover. "Read it out loud." Mark began to read as I looked over his shoulder: "Dear Mark, I cannot tell you how excited I am to give you this gift for Christmas. In a season where dreams come true, the envelopes in this box will begin us on an adventure where all your sexual fantasies will come true. They begin an adventure where the giving never stops. They begin an adventure where you always enjoy what you want most." Mark looked up with a broad grin. "Seriously?" "It looks like there is more," I answered, as shocked as he was. Mark picked up with the note where he left off: "Today I give myself to you in a new way. You have always had my unconditional love. Now you have the unconditional expression of my love, limited only by our imaginations. The envelopes in this box will become more than LOVE letters, they are tickets to make your every fantasy come true. Enjoy four categories. L: Light beginningsO: Outrageous exhibitionismV: Very Risky (or risqué)E: Everything is Possible. Please use the blank dream cards in the envelopes to write your greatest fantasies for me to fulfill, following the theme of the category (Sample cards with suggestions are included in some envelopes.) Our adventure begins with "L" and intensifies with each category. Just for fun, fantasies of a new category can only begin after two cards in the previous category have been fulfilled. When we reach the final envelope, everything is possible. You may use your cards any time and anywhere, however the maximum time between fantasies allowed is seven days. Please promise to never hold back when writing your dreams, because I promise to never hold back fulfilling your every desire. I can't wait to make your every fantasy come true Mark, and to create new ones together. As the song says: Let go and just be free, I will love you unconditionally. Merry Christmas." A stunned silence echoed between us. Mark knew what the generosity of this gift meant for me with my modesty. His heart raced with excitement for what it would also mean for him. "Damn," he said, breaking the silence. "This is amazing. It's hard to imagine a better gift. I would never have guessed." "Really?" I asked, taking another sip of wine. Mark leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. His hand moved slowly down to caress my breast covered only by the soft cashmere, capturing my erect nipple between his fingers. I instinctively moved my hand down to the front of his pants. His dick was already hard, aroused by the fantasies that were flooding his mind. Dreams that had been kept contained in his imagination by my reserved bashfulness had just received the news of their freedom in the weeks and months to come. "You sure about this?" he asked, in elated disbelief. Seeing his response made it impossible to back out or to add any limitations. I felt like Alice in the rabbit hole. There was no going back. But his excitement for the gift also made me so happy. I'd never seen him more elated at a gift. If doing this makes him this happy, how can I not? "Try me," I said with a seductive smile. "We may have to go slow, but I will fulfill every fantasy you have ever had, or will have -- unconditionally." CHAPTER TWO -- L "Shall we open the first envelope then?" he asked eagerly. "The night is yours," I answered, "and so am I." Mark picked up the first red envelope, turned it over, and slowly slid his finger under the loosely sealed flap. The envelope was filled with ten scented cards, each with the letter "L" on top. The first two had printing, the rest were blank. "What happens when we run out of cards?" Mark asked playfully. "Then we make up more," I said. "Of course, if you are at work or somewhere without a card, you can always send me a text or use our Avocado app so your fantasy will be waiting for you when you get home." "Damn," Mark repeated with a continuing broad smile. "Unless of course, you want me to bring your fantasy to you," I added playfully. "You are amazing." "What do the cards say?" I asked. Mark's jaw dropped as he read it out loud: ~~~~~~~~~~L Wrists and ankles tied to the bed,Legs spread wide and secured.Use the cords to tie me softly,Use your body to make me yours. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Quite the poet," he said admiringly. "Like art, poetry kindles imagination for life as it could be," I answered with a smile. "What does the other one say?" He read it out loud: ~~~~~~~~~~L As the great Christmas poem invites, great sex begins...and ends in the kitchen Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
 My stockings were clipped to my garter belt with care,
In hopes that my St Mark soon would be there.

 I stood in the kitchen, wearing almost nothing to shed,While visions of my sugar plums dance in your head.
 You raced home in your car, eager to eat,The feast of my body, as I devour your meat. When in from the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Your dick sprang firm through the door to take care of the matter.
 Away from the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open my robe and threw off the sash.

 The moon on my breasts from the new-fallen clothes
Gave the lustre of my tits and objects below.
 When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
With one sweep of your hand the kitchen counter you did clear.

 With your long hard driver, so lively and quick,
We made love in the kitchen, covered in food to lick.
 More rapid than eagles like meal courses we came,
Whistled, and shouted, and called each other names!

 Now dash-her! Now dance-with-her! Now take-your-Vixen!Now Cum-on-her, Cupid and Don-her with your Blitzen! To the top of the table! Or pressed against the wall!
Now fuck away! Fuck away! Fuck away all!" ~~~~~~~~~~ Mark laughed hard at the playful imagery. "A great improvement on a Christmas classic," Mark said. "Gotta have some fun with this. You like it?" I asked. "I'm going to," he answered, with a smile. "Which do you want tonight?" I asked sensually, surprising both of us with the boldness of my seductive initiative. It was so unlike me. The invitation blurted out from seeing Mark's genuine excitement for my provocative gift and being tipsy from the third bottle of wine. Cate's Gift Ch. 02 Prologue Our lives and marriage had changed forever. Mark and I had never felt more in love, or more adventurous since the Christmas gift I gave him. Of course, it had everything to do with my friend's Stacy's bold sexual prowess. The moment I agreed to let her create the gift I would give Mark, there was no turning back. And we haven't. My gift is to fulfill any sexual request or fantasy, no matter what. To both of our surprise, it has not only unleashed Mark's deepest desires, it also set me free. I no longer live in the prison of my inhibitions. Together, Mark and I are fully free to fulfill any fantasy. We enjoy the gift of unhindered honesty and complete trust. I know he loves me, and in the most amazing ways, I get to demonstrate how much I love him. We wake up next to each other every morning with the thrill of wondering what might happen with the unrestricted possibilities of my body as a blank check to him. It takes our breath away to live the adventure that any fantasy can come to life. Nothing escalates passion like imagination. Chapter One The fun of Christmas and bringing in the New Year in such a momentous way, set the tone for our first months of sexual adventure. It's amazing how creative a person can become when told there are no limits to the possibilities. Mark's imagination was unbridled. The world was filled with possibilities, and so was I. Truthfully, I lived in excited anticipation for what he might want next. Something devilishly wonderful was unleashed in me. I even enjoyed feeding him ideas to kindle his imagination. He was often shocked by my offers. By March, our sex life was on fire. We couldn't keep our minds or hands off of each other. Constant anticipation kept him hard and me wet; fulfilling his fantasies made us both gloriously ravenous for more. In the middle of March we received an email from Carlos and Maria, friends from our college days. Maria met Carlos our sophomore year. It was a match made in heaven. They both loved to party and lived for the moment. After graduation, they got married and moved to Costa Rica where Carlos was from. They bought a struggling little private beach resort for the two of them to run together. They made just enough to enjoy a modest living in paradise, and couldn't be happier. It was the perfect place for those looking for a small remote exotic vacation spot. They emailed us to ask if we might be interested in exchanging homes for a week in June. Ironically it would give them a vacation from paradise to visit Maria's family in the States. They would have free lodging in our house while we would enjoy the luxury of resort living for free on their private beach in Costa Rica. All of our food, lodging and recreation would be included. The only catch is we would need to be available to be the resort hosts, which they assured us would require very little from us. "The place basically runs itself," Carlos said. "Our waiters and cooks take care of the food, housekeeping takes care of the bungalows. You'd just be available to smile and make it look like you are in charge." It was an easy decision to take them up on their all expense paid Latin America vacation. We arrived a day early so they could orient us to the resort. It was picturesque and off the beaten path. Unlike the large commercial resorts on easily accessed beaches, this was hidden away in a remote rain forest surrounded by ageless palm trees and large tropical brush. Five quaint bungalows were spaced out and tucked into a grove of tall palm trees. The main building had an intimate dining room as well as outside tables that overlooked the pool and adjacent private beach. The pool area was dotted with plush chaise lounges that spilled out to the pristine beach. A small shack housed snorkel gear, and other beach equipment that guests could help themselves to, in addition to colorful kayaks and small sailboats sitting readied nearby. They showed us breathtaking hidden cave pools unlike anything I had ever seen. Entrance to the caves could be only accessed from below the water off their private beach. The enchantment of the resort was a tropical home away from home for people to enjoy as if it all belonged to them. For the time they were there, it did. They could help themselves to anything they wanted. After staying up all night drinking, laughing and catching up together, Carlos and Maria left early in the morning for the airport. They gave us their private elegant quarters to enjoy for ourselves. Mark and I looked at each other with giddy smiles. We had just been handed the keys to paradise for the week. The warm wet air this early in the morning meant it would be a typical sultry summer day in Costa Rica. It was perfect. My skin soaked in the humidity. I stripped my clothes off and then Mark's, before fucking him on the plush bed. It was a wonderful way to christen the beginning of our memorable week together. We emerged from our romp wearing only our bathing suits, the official uniform of resort hosts. I had never worn a skimpier bikini, nor had I ever felt sexier in public. It was a tiny swimsuit Mark picked out for me. He playfully asked me to choose between wearing it or nothing at all. The difference in the choice was most subtle, but I chose the side of modesty. The unique bikini top barely covered the naturally swollen nipples of my modest breasts. The miniscule triangles of the bikini top were more like strings woven into tiny nets than a solid fabric. The crisscrossing pattern offered small windows to the dark supple skin beneath. The miniature triangles were loosely held on my body by what looked like packing string over my petite shoulders. The bikini bottom was similarly made as a tiny thong, barely covering my shaved feminine access, as long as the slightest movement didn't compromise its placement. The limitations and color of the suit showed off my fit body and bared tight ass. I pushed my sunglasses through my shoulder length brunette hair and over my wide brown eyes. Mark's dick was rock hard again as he watched me walk across the room toward the outside pool deck. Whether we were sitting next to each other, or were across the pool or beach, we couldn't help staring at each other. We were hopelessly in love while enjoying the tropical paradise. Carlos and Maria were right. The place ran itself. Our only job was to basically say hi to people, ask how they were enjoying their stay and if there was anything we can do to make their stay more pleasurable. Of course, the place was more pleasurable than any of our current guests had ever experienced. Ten eighteen-year-old young men, making the transition from their boyhoods in high school to manhood in college, filled the five bungalows. Most of them had grown up together; all of them had played basketball together. After this trip, they would each go their own way to different colleges across the country. Boys will be boys, and they had come to make the most of it. They couldn't help stealing glances all day as I walked around the resort in my skimpy bikini, the only woman on the premises. Their ogles were anything but subtle, nor were the obvious signs of testosterone-surging arousal in their swimsuits. It made me hot watching them watch me. I couldn't wait for the first opportunity to unleash my pent-up arousal on Mark after being lusted after by the ten new college men all day long. "I'm going for a swim," I announced to Mark as the late afternoon sun hovered just over the horizon in the western Latin sky. The air was still warm and moist. My body glistened from sweat. Most of the young male guests had gone in to their bungalows to shower to get ready for dinner and a night out at one of the local dance clubs. Only one had remained kayaking out on the open waves, squeezing every moment out of the day he could. He was bringing his boat in to the shore as I walked toward the lapping waves. "Damn," he said has we walked past me. His muscular body was wet from sitting in the kayak and from the spray of the waves. He showed little bashfulness that his dick turned his swimsuit into an impressive tent, jutting out in front of his body. The testosterone surging through his system made it impossible for him to not turn his head over his shoulder to grab a lustful glance at my ass as I continued past him. He wished it were his hands rather than his eyes that grabbed hold of my ass. I smiled at the feel of his eyes caressing my body. "Damn right," I answered with a sultry smile. It felt good to have the lusty attention of these college boys. It told me that I still had it. He stopped in the sand and took advantage of the opportunity to watch me walk toward the waters he had just emerged from. Light sand coated the bottom of my almost bare ass. My petite feet sunk into the soft sand, leaving inviting footprints. "Damn," he said again, to himself. If he knew he could get away with it, he wanted desperately to drop his swimsuit right there on the beach, follow me in to the water and lose his virginity. Yes, he was the only one of his teammates who had not buried his manhood in the soft welcome of a woman's pussy. They teased him endlessly about it. He had waited for a dream moment like this. He glanced back toward the resort and saw Mark sitting by the pool watching his wife. "Damn," he said again, this time out of dashed hopes. He sat down unashamedly on the beach to watch the vision of me swimming in the ocean. The tent of his swimsuit remained at full mast. The warm Pacific water felt wonderful, although my pussy was already soaked before reaching the water's edge. I playfully splashed and floated around, basking in pleasure of having the private waters all to myself. After several minutes of relaxing play, I began my walk out of the ocean, throwing my soaked brunette hair over my head. It moved through the air almost in slow motion; droplets of water sprayed from my locks. The salty ocean water poured down my scantily covered body. My eyes caught the unabashed stare of the college boy lying in the sand, engrossed with my every move. His dick stood tall, staining the capacity of his swimsuit. He had almost cum just watching me frolic in the water. Mark watched with pride from the comfort of his chaise lounge by the pool 30 yards away. He loved watching his gorgeous wife walking out of the ocean as if in a scene from an epic movie. The sun glowed like a large golden ball behind me. The height of the boy's arousal was evident even from that far away. Mark smiled at what his wife's beauty was doing to the helpless victim. I thought I'd have some fun with the boy and walk past him with a sultry saunter, while glancing up and down his virgin muscular body with a wry smile. It was time for him to get a taste of what he and his friends had been doing to me all day long. My soaked tiny bikini was useless. Most of it had shifted during my swim. I saw no need to adjust any of it back into place. What part of it was still in place was transparent from being drenched. I prided myself on the obvious agony I was causing; the volcano in his swimsuit was about to erupt. I glanced up at Mark to see him enjoying my show from the luxury of his poolside vantage. His smile was like nectar to me. I couldn't wait to get back up there, take him inside and fuck him crazy. He suddenly raised his hand into the air and gave our sign. Our agreed upon hand sign is simple, but has a profound meaning. My Christmas gift had promised to fulfill every fantasy. Sometimes a fantasy moment doesn't allow for conversation, only a sign, a call to immediate action. The simple sign is a shake of two fingers in my direction. I was stunned. Mark basked in my surprise. He knew what his simple sign was asking of me in that moment alone on the beach with the unsuspecting young man aching from the raging hard-on in his swimsuit. I looked down at the young virgin stallion and then back up at Mark for confirmation. He smiled and repeated the hand sign. I instantly obeyed. I reached my hand behind my back and pulled the small string holding my bikini top on. My other hand pulled the top off and dropped it to my feet. My nipples were hardened from the swim and my own arousal, projecting them out an inch as the warm breeze kissed them. Without fanfare, I seductively reached down to the small bows on my hips holding my bikini bottoms on. With a simultaneous smooth pull and release of the string on each side, the tiny piece of netting covering my womanhood fell to the sand between my feet. "What's your name," I asked in a sultry voice as my naked silhouette stood before him with the descending fireball of the sun behind me. "Uh, uh, Chris," he stammered, completely stunned at what was happening. "Well Chris, it looks like that impressive dick of yours needs to be fucked," I said, as I leaned down wearing only a smile. I stretched the top of the strained swimsuit over his enlarged cock and summarily pulled them down his long muscular legs, stripping him without permission. My seductive actions made his dick throb, promising an imminent involuntary climax. I stepped over his body with one foot on either side of his hips, and dropped to my knees. "I've never..." he started to say, without resistance. He lay stunned as one of his wet fantasies was coming true before his eyes. "Then your first is going to be very memorable," I interrupted. I positioned my soaked pussy lips over his impressive manhood and impaled myself onto him. "Aaauuuggghhhh!" he cried out, immediately gasping for breath at the sensation. His head spun in ecstasy. I slowly raised my pussy to ascend his dick before slowly seductively lowering myself onto him again. "Oh shit, you're going to take me!" It rarely takes long for a man to give, but Chris set an all-time record for me. My pussy began to fill with his young warm jizz with my third pump of his dick. I kept my slow seductive pace, draining him of his first orgasm, while using his member to massage me toward my own. "Ah yes," I cried out. I reached both hands up to my tits, squeezing my thick nipples between my thumbs and fingers while my body continued its use of him. I increased my pace as the climax got closer, enticing it toward completion. My body began to quake over him at the pleasure of my orgasm. "Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh YES!" I screamed without concern. The two of us had the beach to ourselves. Mark was the only one who could see and hear me, and I was fucking this kid at his request. I looked up to see Mark's satisfied smile from this far away. I looked back down to see the young man I had just taken beginning to respond again to the continued action of my lubricated pussy stroking his cock. Cold chills covered his body lying on the warm sand. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," he moaned. I leaned over him and placed my thick lips next to his ear. "I have worked up such a thirst," I whispered. "I mean, really thirsty." I pulled my pussy off of him and slid my sweaty body down his until my mouth stopped over his throbbing cock. He instinctively closed his eyes in raptured pleasure as his entire length disappeared between my lips. I began to suck him for all he was worth. "Oh gawd, oh gawd!" he repeated. His ass began to buck against the sand beneath him, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. He glanced down at me and caught my eyes. I winked at him and with it, pushed him over the edge. In a matter of just a few minutes from the first fuck of his life he was giving again, this time pouring a pint of his thick cum down my parched throat. I sealed my lips on him to ensure I swallowed every drop. I smiled and licked my lips as I stood up. He was completely spent and in a daze. It was a moment I made sure he would never forget. It was a moment most of his friends would never believe when he described it. I grabbed my bikini and his swimsuit from the sand. "This is mine for now," I said playfully, swinging it around in the air. "Wait! I need that," he said helplessly as I began to make my way back up to the pool area, and to my waiting husband. "You'll get it later," I promised. "For now, you'll have some explaining to do with your buddies." Chapter Two Mark and I had the resort to ourselves when the ten young men left for a night on the town. Both of us were burning with desire after my surprise rendezvous with Chris on the beach. Mark and I strolled naked in the moonlit shallow surf before ravenously fucking each other for hours on the soft sand. It was magical. The next two days were uneventful, other than the rabid sex Mark and I continued to enjoy with one another, and the incessant stares in my direction by the hormone-driven men. What should I expect as the only woman on the grounds. We discovered there is nothing like a remote tropical beach resort to supercharge libidos. Every time Chris and I walked past each other, his face lit up with a broad smile, and his dick hardened like Pavlov's dog. His friends gave playful congratulatory punches to his arm. They were jealous every time they saw me, continuing to admire my almost naked body sauntering around in the skimpiest of bikinis. Late in the morning on their fourth day, Mark and I basked in the warm sun, enjoying fresh pineapple and cold Mai Tais. Life doesn't get better than this. Being surrounded by these ten college guys made us reminiscent of our college days. We laughed about what we did at parties, risks we took to fuck each other, including stealing one in the university library. Everything in those days seemed to be driven by hormones. Somehow Carlos and Maria found a way to extend the playful debauchery of college by making a living running this remote Costa Rican resort. "Hey Mark and Cate," one of the tall muscular basketball players shyly interrupted, flanked by two of his similarly sized friends. "We were wondering how we sign up for the special "MILF Hidden Cave Tour." Mark and I looked at each other surprised. "MILF Hidden Cave Tour?" Mark asked, trying to keep from laughing. "Yes," the spokesman of the three said. "When we made our reservations, they told us about an excursion available today called 'Maria's Incredible Latin Fuckin' Hidden Cave Tour,' or MILF Hidden Cave Tour for short." "Are you serious?" I asked stunned. Even for Carlos and Maria that sounded out there. "Yep," he said. "It was the reason we decided to come to this resort. For $200 apiece, Maria promised a satisfaction guaranteed intimate tour of the hidden caves for up to three guests." He winked with a smile. The other two smiled to confirm his description. "There is an emphasis on 'Incredible Latin Fuckin'," one of the others added boldly. "Maria isn't here," Mark answered. "But she is," the spokesman said looking over at me. "And Chris told us..." I felt my cheeks tighten with a blush. I couldn't believe what they were asking. Carlos and Maria didn't say anything about this. "We'd like to schedule a MILF Hidden Cave Tour," he asserted, holding two one-hundred dollar bills. "We're so sorry Maria's not here this week," I said in the most genuine voice I could muster, still shocked at the revelation of Maria's side business. "Yeah," Mark added firmly. "Without Maria here, a 'Maria's Intimate Latin Fuckin' Hidden Cave Tour' isn't possible." The faces of the three young men fell in disappointment. Mark felt for them. He saw the heartbreak on their faces, and couldn't shake the conversation we were just having, remembering the crazy things we did when we were in college. The three men turned and started to walk away. "However," Mark called out. The three men stopped in their sand tracks. "We do have a CILF Hidden Cave Tour available," he added with a smile. "What?" I asked in unison with the three young studs. "What's that?" "Maria's not here so a MILF Hidden Cave Tour is impossible; however Cate IS here, making you the lucky ones to be able to sign up for the never-before-offered CILF cave tour!" Mark answered with a broad smile. "You thought the MILF tour might be good; this will be much better." Cate's Gift Ch. 02 The three looked at each other surprised they were being offered what they had come for. I immediately knew I had no recourse. Not only had Mark and I been enjoying my unconditional gift to fulfill any fantasy he had, but now the swimsuits of these three customers were being stretched by their committed excitement. "Cate would love to be your intimate guide for a tour of the hidden caves," Mark announced. "Won't you Cate?" "Well, if we are going to do this, let's have some fun with it," I answered. "There are two main differences between a MILF and CILF tour," I announced, thinking quickly on my feet. "What are they?" the three asked. "Yeah, what are they?" Mark asked with a bit of a surprise. "The first difference is that, unlike a MILF tour, the CILF tour begins with a race. A prize like this isn't just given away or bought," I said, seductively running my hands down the length of my body. "It is worth earning, don't you agree?" The three men nodded, thinking more with their hormone surging crotches than their brains. "What kind of race?" "A swimming race to the caves," I answered. "It should be easy though for you athletes," I added, toying with their pride. "I mean, with as strong and athletic as you are, I can't imagine how one girl like me could beat you three." They all continued their nods of agreement, feeling victorious already. "What's the second difference?" they asked. "Well, if you win the race, then you get the prize. What I will do for you will be infinitely better than any MILF tour." I seductively ran one hand slowly again over my tits, and the other over my pussy. "If you win, I will do anything and everything all three of you want in the privacy of the hidden caves. We'll be there as long as it takes until you can't take any more. No limits." "Holy shit," the original spokesman said. The three laughed nervously. I was inviting them to step into the fantasy of their wet dreams; they were ready to cum in their pants at the invitation. Mark's swimsuit also moved with arousal at the thought of what I had just offered as the race-winning prize. "What happens if we lose?" "I don't see how you three would lose," I said as I ran my finger down the bare chest of the one who asked, moving perilously close to the top of his swimsuit. "However, if you lose, then you become my prize. I get the three of you in the caves until I'm done with you. No limits." I licked my lips for affect. "And with what I will want from the three of you, I guarantee I will blow your minds and more." "Holy shit," he repeated, hearing the sultry conviction in my voice. "This is a man's game. No boys allowed," I continued. "Either man up or walk away, It is a one-time offer, $200 apiece. The tour is leaving right now. By giving me your money, you agree to the terms." I put my hand out with a smile. Mark was surprised at the way I took assertive control. I was different than the woman who handed him a gift box from under the Christmas tree six months before. He liked what he saw. "I don't see how we can lose," the first one said. "Even if we lose, we win." I smiled as he slapped two crisp hundreds in my hand. "Indeed," I said. The other two quickly followed suit, unwilling to let the first have me all to himself. "Very good," I said. I handed the money to Mark. "This is mine," I said. "I'm about to earn every dollar of it." I turned to the three anxious freshmen. "Follow me. Our tour begins now." The three mesmerized friends followed me down the beach toward the water. Once we got to the water's edge, I pointed toward a tall lava formation about 200 yards straight out from our private beach. "We are going to have a race swimming to the hidden caves," I began. "It is simple. We just swim to that small lava island. The opening for the hidden caves is right in front, only about ten feet below the surface of the water. You can't miss it. You swim through the opening and come up into the beautiful caves on the other side. Small beaches and amazing pools are waiting inside for us to enjoy during our time together." "Sounds easy enough," one of the athletes said. The other two nodded. "Great," I said. "I'm going to double-knot my swimsuit to make sure it stays on until we get to the island." The three instantly followed my example, reaching down and tightly knotting the drawstrings of their swimsuits. I smiled at them falling for my power of suggestion. "There are only two simple rules to this race. If it's okay with you, I am going to adapt them to make it very easy for you to win. Sound good?" "Damn right," one answered for the three of them. "Okay, rule number one: The three of you studs beat me to the caves, and you win. I am all yours. If I beat one of you thee, then I win, and you belong to me. It's that simple." "Easy enough," one said. "What's the second rule?" "Rule number two is no swimsuits for you three." "Wait. What?" one asked? "No swimsuits," I repeated matter-of-factly. "The moment the race starts, you have to take your swimsuits off before you go in the water." "That's not fair," one said. "Sure it is," I answered. "From what I can tell, you plan to take them off the moment we get to the caves any way." They all laughed nervously. "Not only that, but they will slow you down in the water. You have a much better chance of beating me by swimming naked," I said coyly. "And a big part of me wants you to win," I added with a lie of seduction. They couldn't argue with my logic. "But still, what about you?" one asked. "Why do you get to have your swimsuit, and we have to swim naked?" The others liked his question. "There are three of you big athletic studs racing against just one of me," I said, pointing out the inequality. "Wearing my bikini is a very small concession toward balancing the scales here." "If we're not going to need our swimsuits over there, you're definitely not going to need yours," one answered, turning my argument onto myself. "And, like us, you will probably swim faster without anything on." Mark smiled, impressed at their debate skills. Their dicks still stood rock hard inside their swimsuits. "I tell you what," Mark said. "If we are really going to have some fun with this, then let's meet half way and make it really interesting. Cate will start the race with her bikini. The only way she can win the race is if she finishes the race with any of it still on." The boys smiled; my jaw dropped. "What do you mean?" one of them asked. "Simple," Mark explained. "If she beats any of you to the caves, and still has her bikini on, then she wins. But, if all three of you beat her there or if she gets there without her bikini, then you win." "Shit," I said out loud, surprised at Mark's new rule. Things just got real. If these three catch me, they could easily peel my tiny bikini off in just seconds. I'd have no chance. "Game on," one of the competitors said, seeing my undeniable nervousness. The three competitors instantly began reaching into their swimsuits to untie the tight knots they had just secured." I realized the only way I might make it to the caves with my bikini still on was to get a head start. The sooner we started the race, before my competitors could untie and drop their swimsuits, the better. "Damn it Mark, start the race. Say 'go!'" "Go!" Mark shouted, "the race is officially on." Two of the three studs worked as hard as they could to untie the knots in their swimsuit, while the third just tried to push his suit down his legs without worrying about the waist tie. It was impossible for him to push the tied waist past his ass. The three worked furiously to untie the knotted strings with their large fingers. Like basketball teammates planning strategy, they used the time to connive how they would work together to catch me, strip me of the tiny fabric and strings, before beating me to the small island to take their prize. I wasted no time diving into the water and speeding toward the magical caves. I was grateful for my high school competitive swimming days, even though it had been ten years since I had been in a race that mattered. I had never been in a race where more was at stake. I got a good 50-yard head start before I looked back and saw the three naked men running into the water from the shore. Their dicks were still hard; they were coming after me. I pushed my arms faster to try to increase the distance. My heart pounded as I inched closer toward the island's safety. The force of the water pushed the small triangles of my bikini top to the side, exposing my tits beneath me. This sexy bikini was never intended for serious swimming. I also underestimated the athleticism of the three men chasing after me. One of the basketball players was an experienced swimmer, one was pretty good, while the third worked to stay close. I made it to within 50 yards of the island before I could feel the splashes of the fastest one coming up behind me. "Shit," I thought. One of these guys could overpower me, let alone three. If the first stopped me, the other two might catch up and work together to strip me. I kicked my feet harder. Suddenly, with one smooth stroke, I felt his large hand take hold of my ankle. As he pulled his arm down, he pulled his body past mine. I lost all momentum as shot past me. His hand reached back and curled his fingers, enabling them to skillfully hook the bottom of my bikini top. As he pulled his hand forward with his swim stroke, he pulled my top up over my modest tits, over my head and then over my arms. "Shit!" I yelled into the water. I had never seen anyone so skillfully remove a bikini top. He did it so deftly, I was certain I wasn't the first. I reached my fingers out to try to grab hold of the tiny strings, as my top was being pulled away from me. He kept swimming. I had lost all momentum in the water, his speed was picking up. His flutter kick left me topless in his wake. I had no doubt he would be waiting for me at the entrance to the caves, in case his teammates didn't reach me in time to finish the job. I started to swim again toward to the cave, in hopes I could reach it before either of the other two racers closed their gap. Starting from a dead stop in the waves made it difficult to pick up my speed again. A quick glance behind me confirmed the second was fast approaching. I swam as hard as I could, but soon felt his strong hand grab my calf from behind. His hands climbed up my legs and took hold of the knot over my left hip. He knew I had tied the bikini bottoms too tight to simply be pulled down over my ass. His task was to untie the knot. I tried to squirm out of his grasp. He wrapped one arm around my waist while the fingers of his other hand worked the knot. The water made the knot more supple, and cooperative for him. I could feel the strings loosening over my hip. His hold around my waist made it impossible to get away. I felt his hard dick pressed against my ass from behind. I also saw the third swimmer working hard to catch up to his teammate to finish their assignment. I took advantage of the moment by reaching down to grab hold of his cock. He was surprised at my grasp. I began to pump his dick, hoping to distract him from my bikini ties. He had entered the race highly aroused. I could tell it would not take long to bring him to climax. When he did, I would take advantage of his vulnerability and try to swim away. He continued undaunted to work the strings over my hip. I felt his dick thickening in my hand. Then it happened. I felt the smooth pull of the nylon string over my hip opening the left side of my bikini bottoms. The strings floated freely in the water. He tried to grab the tiny material as he swam toward the opening of the cave 15 yards away. The strength of his push away from me, forced my hand to let go of his cock seconds before imminent climax. To my luck, my bikini bottom stayed with me. I started to chase after him toward the cave opening, hoping that somehow I might find a way past the two studs and into the safety of the caverns. Unfortunately my battle with the second swimmer gave the third enough time to close the gap and catch up. He reached for the knot over my right hip, determined to either unfasten it or simply pull it down my long legs. I had lost almost every advantage; I was now dangerously close to becoming the voluntary sex slave of three college men in the hidden secluded bedroom of a tropical cave. The other two watched from a distance as their teammate worked to secure the victory. As we maneuvered in the water, my hand brushed against his hard cock. It was even bigger than his friend. I smiled as my hand took hold of the impressive shaft. There is something magical about an unusually large dick in the hand, mouth or pussy of a hungry woman. He worked to pull my bikini bottom down, I worked to draw his cum up. I didn't know how long I could hold him off. His body was weakening from my touch. I took a deep breath and pushed my body down his until my mouth reached to the top of his solid dick. He worked to keep his head above water, as I closed my mouth around his cock beneath the water. The sensation of my submerged blowjob was all that was needed to seduce the eruption of his orgasm. His body bucked in response the beginning of the climax. He desperately wanted me to siphon every drop from his full hydrant. His body convulsed. A white cloud of his cum poured from my opened mouth into the crystal blue water of the tropic waters. I pushed up to fill my lungs with air before submerging again. My unsuspecting victim was convinced I was going down to orally finish him off. My hands climbed down his body. He waited in suspense for my next touch. Cum continued to spout from his hose. Instead of taking him, I swam under him toward the cave opening just ten yards in front of me. By the time he realized I was no longer serving him, I was just a few feet away from the entrance to the cave. His two unsuspecting friends floated above me, watching for their teammate to confirm his removal of my bikini thong. With a quick kick, I propelled myself through the opening just as one of the men grabbed my foot from behind. He pulled my foot back with all of his strength, trying desperately to pull me back out into the open ocean, to take my thong. I was no match for his strength. As my body was being pulled from the cave, I reached down with my right hand and grabbed the thong. I stripped it from my own body. My arms were stretched out in front of me as he pulled the length of my body out of the cave. I released the thong just inside the opening, as he finished pulling me out. We both pushed to the surface of the water, each desperate for a breath of air. Six hands covered my body, taking advantage of having my naked body to themselves. "We got her!" one said. "Her thong is gone!" he confirmed with the penetrating fingers of his large hand. "I say its time to go inside the caves for the prize to be claimed," I said. "Fuck yes!" one of the men eagerly agreed. "Before we go in, I want to reaffirm there are no limits to the prize, right boys?" "Fuck yes!" he repeated, as the other two nodded. "Then let's get this party started," I said. "Follow me men." I pushed down and entered first into the magical private caves. The three men quickly followed, ready to use me to fulfill their every fantasy. As I entered into the world of the small-enchanted beaches and coves, I looked up and saw my tiny bikini thong floating on the surface of the watery entrance. The three men followed my gorgeous naked body through the entrance and to the surface of the first pool. "Unbelievable," one said at the sight of the breathtaking beauty. We all naturally began walking out of the water toward the small beach inside the caves. "Swwweeeetttt!" one of the others said. "I announce this to be a no-limit zone!" The three men walked out of the water and stood on the beach. They turned to enjoy the spectacle of watching me walk toward them to offer myself for their unlimited enjoyment. My bare cold nipples jutted out in painful arousal. "Come on," one of the men said. "Time to get this party started," he said, repeating my words. "I stood up and walked out of the water toward them. Their jaws dropped. My exit from the water was epic, like a mermaid mesmerizing them under her spell. As I emerged, they were shocked to see my pussy wrapped again in my tiny thong. "Wait! Wait! That's not right. That's not fair!" "Back to fair, are we?" I answered seductively. "Fair is our agreement that if I make it into our little paradise here with any part of my bikini, then you belong to me, did we not?" The men looked shocked, sheepish and taken. "And did we not just confirm that the winner gets unlimited enjoyment of their prize?" "Shit!" they answered in unison. "School is back in session boys and you belong to me," I said, reaching down to take two of their hard dicks in my hands. "You are going to learn how to pleasure a woman over and over again. I am about to have my way with you in ways you will never forget." My seductive promise made the three men rock hard with arousal. They ached for relief. "We are going to play a little game of pleasure," I announced. One of you will start in my pussy, one in my mouth and the other in my hand. We are going to rotate your positions every few minutes. The only way you are ever going to get out of here is to make sure I cum before you do. You'll have to work together. Here's the thing. I am going after all three of you, and from the look of it, it doesn't look like it is going to take much for me to make you cum. If just one of you cums before I do, then I will take the other two, and we start all over. It's time you learn how to treat a real woman. I pushed the first one down to lay on his back on the sand. He moaned as I lowered myself onto him. I grabbed the two other dicks throbbing next to me. "The game starts now," I announced, before taking one of the long shafts between my lips and completely down my throat. I knew they didn't have a prayer. Unrestrained moans echoed off the lava cave walls. I went after all three, squeezing my pubic muscles around the shaft inside me, my hand around the one next to me, while sucking in the large throbbing rod in my mouth. All three gave simultaneously. They didn't have a chance. They had been ready to burst the moment they approached Mark and me with the tour request. The warm jizz of the one in me filled my love box. I drank in the warm nectar of the second, while I aimed the third to color my body with the thick paint. All three studs quaked from the intensity of the orgasms. I pulled the one in my grip down to his knees and pushed him onto his back. "Stand up," I ordered to the one who I had just fucked, and positioned him in front of my face. I moved the one I had sucked off to my right hand. I lowered my pussy on the semi-hard dick lying below me. "I'm just getting started boys. There's no stopping until I experience what I know you three are capable of." I dropped my pussy onto the new dick, impaling myself on his manhood. I swallowed the new dick in front of my face. It was still covered with his own cum. I stroked the one in my hand. "Shit, she's not kidding!" the one standing said, who's dick was being consumed between my thirsty lips. Having these three young men all to myself made me so hot. As memorable as the excursion was for these three college-bound boys, it was a dream come true for me. Being taken by three young studs at the same time is a fantasy almost every woman has, but few will admit. I not only freely admit to having the fantasy, I lived it. I fucked these men for hours, until dusk. By the time we swam back to the resort together, they were all exhausted and sore. Mark had worried a bit that I was all alone with three studs, secluded in the hidden caves 200 yards off shore. He knew better, and his suspicions that I was just fine were confirmed when he saw the satisfaction on my face. The other seven guests greeted the three with unabashed jealousy. They were mesmerized the rest of the night at the stories the three had to tell. Meanwhile, Mark and I celebrated our reunion until the sun came up. Cate's Gift Ch. 02 Chapter Four Our college-aged guests filled the final couple days of our stay with their preoccupation for the chance of more sexual exploits with me. They walked around with perpetual hard-ons, praying for opportunities to make their trip memorable in all the right ways. A few asked to make a CILF Hidden Cave Tour reservation. We teased them that it was only offered that one day, and when it filled up, it was the only one for the week. I enjoyed stringing them out as a merciless tease. If they were going to ogle at me, I enjoyed giving them something to remember. I flashed seductive smiles; I found reasons to bend over to show off my ass and expose my tits; I took opportunities to brush past their firm dicks with my hand. They were dying. The last night of their stay, Mark and I were enjoying Mai Tais on the pool deck. We had watched the sun set over the ocean, and now the moon light up the white waves lapping on the shore of our private beach. We basked in the memories of such a wonderful week together. It was hard not to envy Carlos and Maria, but we were also grateful they shared their little corner of paradise. We laughed at the rapport we built with the college guys who shared it with us for the week. "You know they will never forget you," Mark said. "Thanks to you," I answered coyly. "You unleashed me on them." "Yes I did," Mark said boastfully. "And it was so hot." "Yes it was," I said reminiscently. Just then the service phone rang. It was one of the guys staying in bungalow three, located in the middle of the string of five. The phone was usually for housekeeping and room service requests. "Hello," Mark said, answering the phone. "Front desk." "Hi Mark," the voice said, being on a comfortable first name basis with us as hosts. "We are all just hanging out in my bungalow and wondered if we can get ten towels delivered, one for each of us." "Uh, sure," Mark said. "Everything OK?" "Absolutely," he said. "We're just planning ahead, and know we may need them tonight." "Very well," Mark said. "I'll bring them right over. Anything else?" "Uh," he stammered. "Yeah. We'd like Cate to come by herself to deliver them for us." Mark smiled knowingly. "I see," he answered. "It's your last night here. All ten of you are in there together and would like Cate to come by all alone at this hour to deliver a towel for each of you. Will ten towels be enough?" "Uh, yeah, I think," he answered with a nervous laugh. "Well, Cate and I were just talking about you guys and how much we have enjoyed the week here during your stay. Let me just say that if there is anything at all Cate can do to make the last night of your stay more pleasurable, please don't hesitate to ask." Mark paused for affect. "Anything," he added. "Really?" he asked, surprised at Mark's suggestion. "Try me," Mark answered. "She'll be right over." I looked over at him. "What are you doing?" I whispered, stunned at what I was hearing. "Ten college guys in bungalow three are asking specifically for you to come all by yourself to deliver towels they believe they will need tonight. I can't imagine what they might need them for, with their request for you to personally deliver them on their last night in paradise." Mark smiled shamelessly. "Are you kidding?" I asked. I had experienced threesomes before, and even the foursome in the hidden caves. I had never experienced anything like being taken by ten at one time. Mark turned on the hidden security camera inside bungalow three. He reached over and pulled the string holding my bikini top on, and then slowly lowered my bikini bottoms down my long tan legs., stripping me bare. "This is going to be an unbelievable night," he said. "When they are done with you, then it will be my turn." My pussy moistened at the thought of what he was asking of me. My nipples hardened like dark thimbles. Mark handed the stack of towels to me. "My fantasy is for you to make their dreams come true," he said as he patted me on the ass. I walked down the stone walkway toward the middle bungalow. I saw ten men's eyes staring out the bungalow windows in disbelief at my arrival. They watched the vision of me carrying their towels to them without anything else on. When I got to the door, it opened with cheers. I walked to the center of the small room, surrounded by the ten men. They closed the ranks behind me and took the towels from my hands. "Hi boys," I said, breaking the ice. "I'm here to personally assure your last night is one you will never forget," I said with a sultry smile. I knelt down on my knees. "But first, I am dying of thirst. Can any of you help me?" The ten men each took two steps in, drawing the circle of flesh tightly around me. Their stiff dicks aimed stiffly at me like spokes to the hub of a wheel. I was in heaven in paradise. Epilogue It is a rare lusty challenge to satisfy ten college men all night long; it is even a more rare opportunity for a woman to be satisfied by ten dedicated men. The nonstop carnal marathon passed quickly until the tropical sunrise brought shafts of light through the bungalow windows. Rivers of cum flowed all night from my ten stallions. My stomach and pussy were full; my body was covered. The aroma of our sex filled the hut. They would never forget the night, nor would I. Mark watched and recorded the entire escapade of his wife being taken by the ten men, or more accurately, me taking them. Our guests' early morning departure left the resort free for our enjoyment. We never bothered getting dressed, and had no inhibition enjoying one another in front of the staff. The party continued all day and night. We made love on the beach, in a hammock hanging between to tall palm trees and in the cool hidden cave pools off the picturesque shore. It was magical. Carlos and Maria arrived back from their trip to the States the next morning. They felt refreshed being with family and away from the daily responsibilities of running the resort. We were even more refreshed. "Everything go OK?" Carlos asked. "Perfectly," Mark answered. "Like you said, the place pretty much ran itself." "Your guests left very happy. I think they'll be back," I added. "Wonderful," Maria said. "College guys can sometimes be demanding. But these guys seemed nice when they made their reservation," she added. "Very nice," I said with a smile. Maria heard the seductive tone inflection in my voice. She smiled knowingly. "Seriously?" "They asked about a promised MILF Hidden Cave Tour," I said. Carlos and Maria both dropped their jaws in shock and embarrassment. They had completely forgotten about that part of the conversation when the reservations were made. "Oh my gawd," Maria said. "We're so sorry." "It's OK," I said. "I took care of them." Maria and Carlos were stunned and tried to read my face for emotion. After just long enough to playfully make them worry, I broke a large smile across my face. "Like I said, they'll be back." Cate's Gift Ch. 03 Preface My Christmas gift to Mark changed our lives, marriage and sex life. Mark posted the legendary final card of my gift on our large bedroom mirror as a constant reminder to both of us that at any moment, anything could happen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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 As endless as the world's imagination
 Sexual adventures we promise to do
 Committing to every sensual fantasy,
 Making every dream come true.

 Our erotic journey continues,
 Through other's ideas for Mark and Cate.
 Dreams of illicit sexual fantasies
 Become our real life adventure and fate.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every morning was filled with suspense. Sexual destiny and adventure was one click away, sent from anywhere in the world. I had not only promised to fulfill any fantasy my husband Mark had for me, but also daringly promised I would fulfill any request sent to us online. Neither of us will ever forget the moment we posted my commitment on our Cates Gift Facebook and Twitter feeds as well as the amazing Literotica. "Do it," I insisted, as I watched Mark's index finger hover over the Enter key on his laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked, nervously excited and impressed at my commitment to follow through with my bold gift as his wife. "Once it's out there, there's no going back." i looked at Mark with sultry confidence. "If you don't, I will," I said with a coy smile. I am used to making bold decisions. During the day, I am a successful businesswoman, having earned respect and influence in my field. Although a bit naturally shy, no one experiences the level of success I have enjoyed without strong leadership. I don't say that with pride, it is just true. I pushed Mark's teasing hand down, forcing his index finger on the key, launching a transformation of our sex life. We made passionate, reckless love that night. The months that followed created an escalation of anticipation and sexual intensity in our marriage. I woke up every morning, wet with expectancy for what the day might hold. My submission was not only to the far reaches of Mark's imagination, but also to the risky inspirations of more than seven billion people on planet earth. The significance of my commitment was not lost on Mark either. He found himself continually aroused at the constant realization his wife was willing to do anything for him. That became one of the parts of my gift to him I enjoyed the most. I had kept my promise with the first few submissions that had come in online; our vacation in Costa Rica had proven my unrestrained commitment. The most recent request was one of simple exhibitionism, while bringing myself to orgasm in public. Mark watched from across the crowded mall as I stealthily fingered myself toward glorious climax. My moans called attention to my sultry action. The straps of my low cut short dress dropped off my shoulders to expose the swollen plump nipples of my small perky tits. I was all the more aroused catching awkward glimpses of men and women secretly mesmerized by my bold public action. I could tell they wished they felt the freedom to live with such impudence. The moment I finished, Mark intercepted a mall cop who realized what was happening and was about to ask me to leave his complex. "We can't have that here," the 45 year-old wannabe awkwardly insisted. "Have that?" Mark asked pointing to me, my face still flush from my delightful orgasm as I pulled the straps of my dress back over my shoulders, "or that?" he asked, looking at the obvious erection in the cop's pants from arousal. The flustered man's face blushed as he stammered for words. "No more of that please," the man said rushing off embarrassed, "or I'll, I'll call the police or something." His voice faded as he disappeared behind the exhibits. "How was that?" I asked with a smile. "Hmmm, it was OK," Mark humored. "It could have been a little more dramatic. I may have you do it again," he teased. I knew I would have no choice if he did. Truthfully, I had grown addicted to the suspense and submissive vulnerability. Something deep in my eroticized psyche enjoyed my new double life: a successful powerful businesswoman by day, and a sultry submissive by night – or whenever Mark might call. It was all about power. It was freeing. The suspense was invigorating. In one moment I might be wielding my unwavering control in the office for competitive corporate dominance, and in the next, I was willingly submissive to the sexual dominance of someone I didn't know for the enjoyment of my sweet husband. There is something about putting myself in precarious positions of complete submission under someone else's control that makes me hot. "You amaze me," Mark said as he slid his hand across the top of my leg to my inner thigh as we turned the corner to another area of the mall. His fingers circled in the dampness of my cum dripping down the inside of my long tanned leg. I smiled seductively. "How's that Lover Boy?" I asked as I boldly reciprocated with my hand moving across his leg to gently caress his hardened member through his pants as we strolled unnoticed in a quiet section of the mall. "That you'll do anything," Mark smiled. "So where's your line?" he asked genuinely. "What line?" I asked back. "What do you mean?" "The line of what you won't do? Or when you say no more to our little arrangement?" "I gave you a gift Mark. I made a promise to you," I answered with soft confidence. "Unconditionally, remember? There is no line." "I remember," he said. I smiled, seeing his challenge and the sincerity in his eyes. "You're right," I said. "There's nothing at stake is there?" I asked with a smile. "I mean, what's to ever keep me from saying 'no' to a request?" "I don't see that happening," Mark said, recounting my actions since giving him the gift, including what I had just done in broad daylight in the middle of a public shopping center. "Don't let me off that easy," I shot back with confidence. "I never sign a contract at work without a 'breach clause' that has real teeth. If someone reneges, then there is a steep cost. What's the cost for me?" I asked daringly while ideas raced through my mind. "Cate, I'm not going to have a breach clause with you for your gift," Mark answered. "That's ridiculous. It's a gift." "Maybe you won't, but I will. I insist," I said with a confident playful smile as we turned another corner of the large mall. "It's not just for you, it's for me. No risk, no glory. Let's make it count." "Cate." "My business reputation," I blurted, answering my own question. "It's perfect. Nobody at work knows about my secret commitment of complete submission. If I was caught, it would ruin me." "Yeah, you wouldn't...," Mark started to answer. "So, that's it," I interrupted. "If I ever balk, then you let my secret out." "No," Mark said, "I'm not going to..." I interrupted again. "You're not; I am." I pulled my iPad mini out of my purse. "Gawd I'm hot," I said as I sat down on a bench and started to excitedly type. I hit the enter key and looked up. "I need you to promise me Mark, that you'll do this." "Do what?" Mark asked. "I've given you the adventure of a gift that has changed our lives. I need you to promise me. If you love me, you'll make a promise to help me fulfill my commitment with no way out." "How?" Mark asked. "I just sent you a short email that reads: 'To Whom It May Concern, This email is sent on behalf of Cate, who believes you will find the following links very interesting. Enjoy.' Below the text, I have included links to our Cate's Gift Facebook and Twitter accounts, as well as the links to our Literotica page. I also included the group email address to my company's executive team and one for the downtown women's executive society I'm in. I need you to promise that if I ever, for any reason, do not fulfill any erotic request from you or others online, that you will immediately send the email to those groups." "But the pictures and stories will ruin all you've worked for," Mark said. "Only if I balk and don't follow through," I answered cleverly with a devious smile. "That's the genius of it! The most important thing we have is trust. Keeping my promises to you, including this one, is more important to me than anything else. Promise me this Mark." Mark saw the sincerity in my face and heard it in my voice. He knows me so well. I could tell he was aroused at my logic and adventurous commitment. He knew I was right that the suspense of possible consequences intensifies everything. This was something I was doing this to herself, putting myself in a position with no way out. "Promise me, Mark," I repeated. "I promise," Mark said. My pussy moistened with arousal. "Gawd I'm so hot right now," I said. "If I thought we could get away with it, I'd fuck you right there on that display." "Maybe I'll ask you to," Mark answered with a wry smile. Chapter One Checking my phone became almost obsessive for me. At any moment someone could post a fantasy on social media for me to fulfill. I set my notification settings so I will be notified the moment one came in. Most fantasies posted involved basic flashing or exhibitionism. The suspense of these never gets old. That shy part of me is still there. Whenever possible, Mark takes pictures from angles that proved I fulfilled my obligation, while not revealing too much of me in the photo. Ironically that means photographing my exposed tits, ass or more, while not revealing my face. I was surprised how the frequency of new requests was picking up, although I shouldn't have been. This could get crazy if it goes viral. One day the number "1" appeared over the Facebook messaging icon on my phone. With apprehension and excitement, I clicked on the numbered icon. The new request was another fantasy of exhibitionism with the added risk of humiliation: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Cate, Your gift to Mark and promise of willing submission thrills me. I have a very successful business and am a powerful woman in my field. The thought of submitting to the sexual demands of complete strangers makes me wet, especially when it involves exposure and humiliation. Let's start easy. If you work outside the home, you must find a way to completely expose your breasts in a meeting or to a group of people of no less than five people where you work. (If you do not work outside the home, it must be in a store or other populated place.) The fantasy is more than showing cleavage; it requires full exposure of your tits. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My heart stopped when I read the words. Like the fantasy writer, I too am a successful businesswoman. My fantasies toyed with risks at work of being caught in a compromising position, but I am always very careful. I read the words to the fantasy again. I realized the only way I could make this happen is if I went to work without wearing a bra under my blouse. How else could I fully expose my breasts and make it look like an accident? I had never gone to work without wearing a bra. This would be a first, but only the beginning for what the day would hold. I checked my calendar for what appointments I had the next day. The only official meeting was one in the morning with other business leaders in our field from the region. I was scheduled to make a small presentation at the meeting. I shuttered at the thought. I had worked hard to earn respect in my field. I tried to console myself that at least many of the others scheduled to be there were women. I nervously shared the new fantasy with Mark. "That's ironic," Mark said. "What?" "These are the very people you didn't want to let your secret out to," he said. "At least it's only exposing your tits," he said, "and not sending them the links to show more." Mark was basking in my predicament. I realized I put myself in this predicament. Mark was right. It was obvious he was also turned on by the idea of his wife exposing herself to her colleagues. He would love nothing more than to be a fly on the wall to see how I would pull this off. I chose a more revealing blouse than I normally wear to work. It was a stylish beige top with one front closure. I had always worn it when Mark and I went clubbing or out at night. I had never worn it to work. I realized I could get away with the single closure "accidentally" opening, fully exposing my front, including giving everyone a complete view of both breasts before "discovering" I was exposed. As time got closer to the start of the meeting I felt both nervous and aroused. I am proud of my body but never imagined having to humiliate myself at work through exhibitionism. The anticipation of it was also clouding my mind for my presentation. The meeting was scheduled at main offices of one of the businesses in the consortium, and called by their CEO Donna. I nervously waited for the moment the floor would be handed to me for my presentation. I secretly reached down and manipulated the single clasp on the front of my blouse, guaranteeing full exposure of my tits the moment I stood up. I decided I would pretend I didn't know until someone said something. I was counting on one of the other women to mention it first. God knows the men in the room wouldn't quell their enjoyment of the view. My heart pounded with trepidation. "Cate," Donna said in her firm but caring voice. "The floor is yours." I stood up and walked quickly to the front of the room, clicking the remote for my presentation to appear through the projection onto the small screen behind me. My top flew open exactly as I had planned, causing all seven other leaders in the room to drop their jaws from being simultaneously surprised and impressed. As I also predicted, the men sat up but didn't say anything to rescue my exposure. Truthfully, the women didn't speak up as quickly as I had hoped either. They simply watched in stunned amazement as I spoke the first two sentences of my presentation completely exposed. My nipples jut out almost an inch from arousal atop my swollen puffy areolas. Donna finally took control and put her hand up to pause my presentation. "Cate," she said, trying not to laugh at the humor my exposure. "Cate, your top is open." I looked down, as if surprised at the scenario. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," I pretended. "I can't believe that happened." I quickly manipulated the closure on the front of my blouse with my long fingers to once again secure it. My face was flushed and my erect nipples pushed through the thin material as if resisting the cover up. The others around the table all blushed in embarrassment, but also wished it would have continued without Donna's interruption. "Damn," Pete said, disappointed. "I thought it was going along just fine." The other three men chuckled like teenagers. His words broke the awkward silence. Their dicks all stood like masts in their pants, hidden under the table. I was embarrassed and humiliated, but also could not deny my own arousal. The tiny thong between my legs was drenched. My mind was all the more clouded for my presentation, and certainly everyone else in the room was distracted. "Let's take a break," Donna said, "and we'll come back to this in ten minutes." The women in the room all stood to step out to refill their coffees and text the gossip of what had just happened to whomever they were eager to share it with. For some reason, the men were all slow to get up from their chairs. "Can I see you in my office?" Donna asked. "Damn," I thought. The morning had been tough enough, the last thing I wanted was some awkward conversation about my embarrassment. "Close the door," she said as I crossed the threshold of her office. Like the rest of the morning so far, I did as I had been asked. "What happened out there?" she asked calmly as she sat down in the chair behind her large desk. I stood facing her on the other side of her desk. "What do you mean?" I stammered. "My blouse flew open, and um, it was horrible," I faked. "How?" she asked. "How did it fly open?" I was confused by her question. From one woman to another, it seemed obvious, or at least I staged it so it would. "My clasp somehow came undone," I explained. "It has never done that before," I said. "Without your help, you mean," she said. "The clasp had never opened before unless you undid it." "Well yes, when I take it off," I answered, confused with where she was going with her line of questions. "What are you getting at?" I asked, starting to get a little annoyed at her questioning. "What would you say if I told you I watched you unclasp your blouse before you stood up?" she asked with a coy smile. My face instantly blushed to a dark red from her surprise announcement. My mouth opened but remained silent, trying desperately to find the right words. My eyes blinked and darted around the room. Before I could say a word, my nonverbal reactions gave me up. How could this be happening? Donna continued. "I watched you reach down and undo your blouse Cate. You walked into that room and into that meeting with a plan to humiliate yourself by exposing your tits." I stammered for words. "Look, I can explain," I said, unable to find the words to do so. How could I explain why I would purposely expose myself at a high-level business meeting? Why I would purposely humiliate myself? How could I explain that I had no choice and that I had no way out? How could I explain to her about my gift to Mark? Words failed me. Donna put her hand up to ease my stammering, just as she rescued me in the conference room. "I know who you are, Cate." "Of course you do," I answered, beginning to wonder if Donna had gone off the deep end. "No. I know who you are Cate, as in Mark and Cate. As in Cate's Gift." Blood immediately drained from my face, turning it from beat red to sheet white. "Oh my gawd!" I thought to myself, stunned as this conversation was moving from bad to impossibly worse. "I don't know what you mean," I tried to fake. "Sure you do," Donna said, maintaining her calm tone of voice. "It's the only explanation why someone of your caliber would purposely strip and humiliate yourself in our meeting." I felt as exposed as I did with my shirt off in the meeting. Donna continued. "When I saw you unclasp your blouse and expose yourself, and then realized the coincidence of your name being Cate, it became an amazing coincidence. My mind raced. Of the billions of people on the planet, how was it that she would figure out who I was? "Wait!" I answered back. "The only way you would know that is if you were the one who sent the fantasy request in." Donna smiled. My words confirmed her suspicion. She now knew for sure that I am the Cate of "Mark and Cate," the Cate of "Cate's Gift." "It makes it even more fun that I know who you are," she answered deviously. "It's our little secret. Today is only the beginning of what is possible." "Oh shit," I said out loud, realizing that Donna had me. I had promised Mark I would fulfill any fantasy sent in, and now Donna could sit back and watch as she unleashes her bent sexual imagination on me. It was like being blackmailed, but with no way out. "Please," I pleaded. "You can't say anything to anyone." "Why would I say anything when there is so much fun to be had?" she asked calmly. "I can now live vicariously through you." I suddenly remembered her words that prefaced the fantasy she sent online: "The thought of submitting to the sexual demands of complete strangers makes me wet, especially when it involves exposure and humiliation." I realized this would only be the beginning. Cate's Gift Ch. 03 "Bring it," I said, attempting to show strength and fearlessness in the face of my new unrestricted submission to her every desire. "With pleasure," Donna said. "I'm already looking forward to next week's meeting. Speaking of that, we should probably get back." The rest of the meeting and week went relatively uneventfully, yet everything was suddenly different now that my identity had been compromised. Donna and I were both respected in the business community and had a mutual respect for one another. While we were in the same industry, our companies weren't exactly competitors. There was overlap in the work our firms did that caused our paths to cross. This current consortium met weekly. Two days before the next consortium meeting, our Cate's Gift page pinged with a new fantasy submission. It was obviously from Donna. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My fantasy is for you is to wear only three items of clothing to the consortium meeting in two days. Without exception, the items of clothing must include: * a sheer low-cut blouse with exposed cleavage, * a micro-mini skirt with a maximum length of 12 inches and * high heels with a minimum height of 3 inches. No other clothing, including underwear of any form is allowed throughout the meeting. At some point in the meeting, when all members are in the room, you must expose your bare ass so all can see. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donna found herself intensely aroused as she sent her fantasy for me. The idea of wearing a revealing outfit that would risk her exposure and humiliation made her hot with desire. She might risk it herself if she was across town where the chances of someone knowing her were less. She looked forward to her own vicarious arousal watching my erotic humiliation throughout the meeting. I couldn't believe what Donna was doing to me, although given the chance, I would do the same thing. I had no choice but to be submissive to Donna's erotic whims. I had given myself no way out. I had no choice but to go through with it. I pulled together a white sheer button blouse and only buttoned it half way up, leaving my small tanned cleavage completely exposed. My only micro-mini skirt was a tiny black piece of leather Mark got for me to wear dancing for our anniversary a couple years before. To match the black skirt, I put on four inch black heels. "Damn," Mark said as I walked out to the kitchen before leaving for work. Mark was standing there pouring coffee, wearing only the boxers he slept in. "You may not make it from the parking garage to your office dressed like that," he added. "I will if I wear this over it," I said. I grabbed my Spring overcoat from the closet and put it on over her skimpy outfit. "I'm going to wear this over it all day, except for the meeting," I said. "Clever," Mark said. "Got that right," I said feeling like my ingenuity had secured a small victory. "She might make me wear the slut outfit during the consortium meeting, but the rest of the day I'll be covered up." "Do me a favor?" Mark asked feeling inspired. "Sure," I said. "Give me your coat," Mark said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I want you to leave it here." "What?" I asked. "But..." "Without it everyone will see that gorgeous body of yours," Mark interrupted. "The thought of you walking around like that makes me so hot and will keep me hard all day," he added. The movement in the front of Mark's proved his arousal. "All day huh?" I asked seductively, dropping the coat off my shoulders behind me as I took a step toward him. I reached my hand out to the front of his boxers and took hold of his hardening member in my hand. I pushed up on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips against his for a passionate kiss, while both of my hands pressed down his bare muscular stomach and into his boxers to commandeer his dick. "The thought of me wearing this will keep you hard all day?" I asked again before playfully biting his lip. I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him, and pushed his boxers down around his ankles. My mouth stretched to wrap around his thick monster before consuming it down my throat. Mark's knees buckled at the attention. "Oh gawd," he said, quickly setting his coffee down to not spill it. My head bobbed voraciously in front of him, bringing him quickly to the brink of orgasm. I took satisfaction feeling his dick thicken with impending climax. Cold chills covered his body. "Oh gawd. Oh GAWD! OH GAWD!" he yelled as he moved perilously to the edge of the point of no return. "Oh gawd you're going to take me!" I instantly pulled my mouth off, adding one final lick to the tip of his throbbing purple bulbous head. "Oh gawd Cate, don't stop. Please don't stop now! You're going to take me! I'm about to cum!" I savored his agony. I reached over and grabbed my overcoat sitting on the floor next to me and stood up. "Yes you will," I said as I pushed the coat into his hands. His dick throbbed between us, begging for attention. "You think of me wearing this all day long without this coat. You think of complete strangers lusting over my exposed body, wishing they could have what you are going to get when I get home. You think about me dressed all day like a slut, and then come home to become that slut by taking this off and finishing what I just started. You think about that and stay hard for me all day long. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh gawd Cate. You are a brutal tease." I am, I thought, as I walked out the door. I felt torn between trepidation and arousal wearing so little to work. I was not only a tease to Mark, but the entire day would be filled with humiliating exposure and titillating arousal. When I arrived for the consortium, Donna basked in my submission when she saw me walk in wearing the slutty outfit she had ordered. She felt inspired by her own fantasies for the possibilities of what she would require of me in the coming weeks and months. The rest of the group in the consortium were confused by my sudden change in demeanor. They had always known me as professional and reserved. They had never imagined this alter ego. It was taken to a new level when I dropped my pen when I walked across the room, forcing me to bend over to pick it up. As demanded, the tiny leather skirt moved up, and unveiled my ass and with it, the bared lips of my pussy peaking through. Unison gasps filled the room. Donna smiled at the completeness of my obedience. I couldn't believe I put myself in this vulnerable position, but at the same time, couldn't deny my secret arousal by it. "Too bad I have a speaking engagement next week," Donna said to me with a coy smile as we walked out of the professional meeting. "I'll miss being here to watch you do what I will send next." Chapter Two A week later, Donna smiled as she pressed send on her computer, gloating over her next assignment to me that required new levels of risky exhibitionism. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation. She basked in the enjoyment of being able to send her assignments from anywhere in the world, forcing my submission to her vicarious fantasies. Today she was across the country at a conference where she was presenting as one of the keynote speakers. Her short skirt hiked up as she sat at the desk in her hotel room, offering easy access to finger herself to the brink of orgasm as she wrote the daring fantasy, giving me no-way-out. Truthfully, as much as she enjoyed forcing me into risky acts of exposure, self-bondage and sexual vulnerability, she was living vicariously. Publically, Donna was known as a powerful successful businesswoman who was always in control. Secretly, nothing made her more aroused than the suspense and thrill of risky submission, having no choice but to do exactly as she was told, with great risk of exposure. She hit send for the message just as her orgasmic wave washed over her. Donna composed herself and made her way to the convention center ballroom where the conference was being held. She wore her grey pinstriped power suit. She kept the zipper up the front of the jacket about halfway to accentuate the cleavage of her ample round tits under her low-buttoned starched white button-up blouse. Her matching grey pinstriped skirt came down to her mid-thigh, which unavoidably hiked dangerously high when she sat down. She wore her favorite black high heel shoes, with straps that wrapped around her ankles. Her blond hair bounced off the top of her shoulders; her smile was broad and contagious. She was stunning, and deep down she knew it. Speaking opportunities among her distinguished colleagues and those up and coming in the industry were invigorating for Donna. Few women had reached the levels of power and influence in her industry as she had. She spoke as one who had gained respect for her leadership and the success of the company that bore her name. There was something professionally satisfying about it, but also privately arousing. She liked to intensify the erotic arousal through low risk acts of self-bondage. In her hotel room it might include tying herself up in vulnerable positions; in public it took forms like binding herself in some inconspicuous way beneath her clothing. It was her secret indulgence, which added to the arousal. Well-dressed up-and-coming business leaders waited in line to greet the evening keynote speaker after her presentation at the prestigious event. In addition to the obvious purposes of keeping up on the current trends and strategies, these corporate conferences were all about networking. Most of the contacts were benign with surface level complementary conversation. Donna put up with it because she knew the importance of never burning a bridge she might want to cross later, and occasionally, she might snag a big fish as a client. Donna looked up with surprise as the tall muscular dream stepped up next in line, extending his hand to introduce himself. "My name is Carl," his deep voice offered with charm. "Nice to meet you Carl," she said sincerely. "I'm Donna." "I'm well aware of that," he said with a broad smile. "I came to this conference to hear your presentations and the possibility of establishing a business relationship that will be lucrative for both our firms." Donna lustfully sized the new potential client up and was impulsively imagining the possibilities of more than business. Her already moist pussy buzzed with anticipation; her nipples pushed forward with arousal, as if reaching out to him. The 6' 2" athletic stud had a tanned face, short brown hair, deep blue eyes, strong jaw, and an obvious muscular fit body. He wore a nice Italian suit with a striped shirt but no tie, showing off his muscular neck. His hand was large, swallowing hers as he offered a gentle but firm grip to his handshake. She tried desperately not to blush or to allow her giddy infatuation to show through her professional veneer. Carl wasted no time expressing the seriousness and scope of the potential business partnership. She realized if she could get him to sign a contract, he would easily become one of her most lucrative clients. The eye candy of doing business with this new stranger wouldn't be a bad side benefit to the profitable possibilities he was raising. "Would you like to talk about this more over dinner?" Donna asked. "I'll finish getting through this line of people waiting, then we won't be in a hurry." "Only if it is my treat," he insisted with a gentle but assertive offer. "Deal," she agreed. "Shall we meet in the lobby in an hour?" "See you then," Carl said with a wink. "I look forward to it," offering his hand for another firm handshake that allowed her hand to be swallowed again in his. Donna worked to hide her giddiness at his confident invitation. She wanted nothing more than to get to know this mystery man better, on many levels. She quickly worked to get through those in line to greet her, and found herself back up in her hotel room within 15 minutes. Donna poured herself a glass of wine and ran a hot bath in her Jacuzzi tub. She relaxed in the soothing water, letting the jets massage her muscles and her mind imagine possibilities for the night ahead. Her hand floated across her body, her fingers delicately massaged the tender folds of her pussy. Soft moans offered a duet to the music playing through the speakers in the other room. Her imagination and touch brought her close to climax, but stopped short to save herself for the night's prospects. She poured another glass of wine as she chose the right dress for the occasion. The night called for one of her favorite cocktail dresses, with a red, black and white multicolored design that accented her perfect body. Spaghetti straps showed off her shoulders, dropping low to maximize a teasing view of her luscious breasts, while elegantly short enough to highlight her fit legs. Her favorite black heels wrapped around her ankles to perfectly lift her ass. She finished her look a glistening costume diamond necklace and finally spritzes of her favorite sultry perfume. She smiled at herself as she took one more look in the mirror. She knew she'd have the mystery man in the palm of her hands before the night was over. She had no idea. Donna's exit from the elevator into the lobby was almost magical. Carl watched as she glided across the thick decorative carpet, clearly the most beautiful and sexy woman in the room. He greeted her with his winsome broad smile as she walked across the crowded entry to the elegant hotel. She savored watching him drink in the view of her sexy outfit. She took pride that with only one look from him, she knew the evening had started just as she had hoped. He was wearing the same suit he was wearing when he walked into her office and life earlier in the day. "You look stunning," he said truthfully, while trying to maintain some decorum of professionalism. "Thank you," she said, looking up with her wide eyes. She felt hopeful for the promises of the evening ahead. "How does the La Fantaisie, the new restaurant down the street sound?" "Perfect," she said. "I've not been there before, but have heard great things." "It looks like there might be a wait," she said seeing the crowd. "Not at all," he said. "Francois, we're ready to be seated," he said to the Maître d'. "Right this way," Francois said, offering his immediate personal attention. He led them to the finest table offering a view and privacy. "Impressive," she said. Carl smiled. "Beauty should never be kept waiting," he said. Donna blushed. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked this new mystery man. The evening in the La Fantaisie was enchantingly unrushed. They began with mixed drinks and appetizers. After the two glasses of wine with her bath at the hotel, and the first couple drinks with appetizers, a gentle buzz helped Donna feel relaxed and comfortable. They enjoyed two bottles of elegant wine with their leisurely three-course dinner, followed by some after-dinner drinks. After the appetizers and initial shots, any talk of business gave way to personal conversation. The conversation and drinks flowed easily. The more both flowed, the more flirtatious the conversation became and the more aroused Donna felt. The only thing she was wearing under her sultry dress was her thong, which was now soaked. During after dinner drinks, she daringly turned the conversation toward topics of relationships and sex. With gentle touches on his arm, seductive smiles and playful gestures, Donna felt confident she had Carl where she wanted him. Sexual tension immediately grew. Carl enjoyed where Donna was taking the conversation. "Interesting topics you're bringing up," Carl said with a smile. "We ought to turn this into a little game," Donna said, feeling confident and frisky. "I like games. What do you have in mind?" he asked with a wink, leaning forward, enticed by the suggestion. "Anything?" she asked lightheartedly. Her imagination began to spin at the opportunity. "Try me," he said, answering the challenging. Her memory took her back to college drinking games. "How about a simple game to get to know each other better," she answered. "We take turns either asking the other person a question, or asking the other person to do something. To make it fun, there are no limits to what you can ask. If you refuse to answer the question or do what is asked, you have to drink a shot, and the person gets to ask you something else. Questions have to be answered with complete honesty, and requests must be completed to the satisfaction of the other person." "Sounds dangerous," Carl said with a smile. "It will be," she promised with a smile back to him. At their request, Francois brought a line of shots and placed them on the table between them. Sexual tension continued to climb. "Ladies first," Carl offered with chivalry. "That's dangerous. Let's start easy," she said. "What was the first thought you had when you met me." "Honestly?" he asked. "Honestly." "You were more beautiful than your reputation. My mind flashed to wondering what was under that grey suit you were wearing." "Enjoying a better view tonight?" she asked, looking down admiringly at her own body in the low tight dress. Carl smiled. "That's a second question. I think it's my turn." "Touché," she said, already flattered by his response. "What's your first impression of me?" he asked, reciprocating her question. "Your strength," she answered quickly. "You are a man who appears to know what he wants and usually gets it. I like that." "Usually?" he asked playfully. "That's a second question," she quipped back. "My turn. What's the craziest sexual experience you've ever had?" "Wow," Carl said. "You're not wasting any time." "I have to know what I'm up against," she blurted out, before thinking. She tipped her hand, curious what it would take to become his craziest sexual experience. Carl smiled and blushed. The memory flooded back from a few years before. "The truth," she said, seeing Carl blush. Carl was tempted to opt for the shot instead of revealing the secret in his life that few knew about. "Tell me," she said, rubbing her index finger around her shot glass. "Don't wimp out on me now." "OK," he said. "I agreed to be a stripper for a friend's sister's bachelorette party." I'd like to see that," she said, blurting her thoughts again. Carl blushed and continued. "Even though they wanted it to be spiced up a bit, it was supposed to stay tame. They wanted me to show up in a policeman's costume and 'arrest' the bride before 'interrogating' her. Interrogating her meant stripping my own costume down to a thong, and with her handcuffed to a chair, also slowly stripping her, leaving her only with her panties on. The dozen women at the party had been drinking for a couple hours before I got there and were smashed. The music was booming. All of the women, including the bride went crazy when I showed up and began my act. By the time I had stripped both of us down to our thongs, things went wild. My dick was rock hard and pushing far past my tiny thong, hiding nothing. The other women were all stripping each other of their clothes. The hands of a dozen women were groping the bride and me. They were pouring drinks on each other and began to find ways to fuck each other. Before I knew it, I was overpowered, handcuffed and tied to the bed. For the rest of the night, and into the morning hours, I was helpless to the women having their way with me." "Damn," Donna said, both stunned and impressed. It is a rare man who can satisfy a dozen lusty women and a bride all night. She wondered what might it be like to have him all to herself? Cate's Gift Ch. 03 "Your turn," Carl added. "What's the craziest sexual experience you've ever had?" he asked. Donna blushed. "I'm going to choose to drink a shot," she answered. "Come on," Carl said. "Wimping out?" "Yep," she said, not ready to reveal the story that would make even Carl's story pale in comparison. She threw back the drink. "Ask me something else." "What kind of sexual experiences turn you on the most?" he asked. "Damn, you're good at this," she said, instantly feeling the heightened buzz from the shot moving through her body. She knew another one would start to put her under the table. "The truth," he said. "Light bondage," she blurted out, with a blush. "That's what turned me on so much about your story. I get an erotic thrill when I put myself in a position of risky submission with no way out." Carl smiled. "That's good to know." Donna felt embarrassed and vulnerable, in a wonderfully arousing way. "Hearing you say that turns me on. I am rock hard right now." Donna smiled. "My turn," she said. She leaned over the table and whispered. "I want you to unzip your pants, pull that rock hard dick out, and stroke it to the brink of climax." "Are you serious?" he asked, never expecting her to ask something like this of him in public. "I can't do that here!" "Dead serious," she said with a devious smile. She also knew she had just taken the game to a whole new level. "I'm just getting started. We agreed to no limits. Do it now," she playfully demanded. "If you stop early for any reason, I get another turn. If you go too far and cum, I get another turn. If you refuse this dare and drink the shot, I get another turn. No matter what, if I get another turn, I will show no mercy. This is nothing compared to what I will ask you to do next." "What if someone sees? What if Francois comes over?" Carl asked in a whisper. "Then you'll have to weigh your options," she answered with a smile. "You either keep going, or give me another turn. I'm happy either way." She loved putting Carl in a risky no-way-out situation. Carl opted to play her game, and allow it to go to the next level. He wrestled his rock hard dick out of his slacks and began to slowly stroke it, trying not to call attention to himself. He was already aroused from the conversation; he knew it would not take long. She glanced over, impressed by the size of his shaft as he stroked it. She enjoyed watching his face expose the pleasure he was giving himself under the table in the public restaurant. She caressed her own breasts through her dress as she watched. The thrill of being caught turned her on. He began to pant with short breaths as he brought himself to the brink of climax. He tried desperately but unsuccessfully to not draw attention to himself. Carl gasped as he suddenly released his hand. His dick throbbed beneath the table. Just one more touch and there would be no way to hold the geyser back. He would flood the fine hardwood floor beneath them with his thick cum. Donna basked in the control she had over him. Her nipples pushed through her dress, showing her own arousal. "I'll accept that," she said. "But I'm just getting started," she added while licking her lips. Your turn." Carl thought for a moment as he worked to regain his composure. His dick ached for relief. "Well, turnaround is fair play," he said. "I could have you give me your panties and do the same." "I have no intention for fair play tonight," she said with a scheming drunk honesty. "Well, if playing fair is out, and if there are no limits, then let's raise the stakes to all or nothing." Donna smiled. "So, what do you have in mind?" "Look, you and I are used to making big decisions for our firms where there is a lot at stake. It also sounds like we both like risky submission with no way out. So let's combine the two. Whoever wins has the willing submission of the other, with no limits." Donna's heart raced at the thought of entering into this gamble with this new stranger in her life. She was also intensely aroused at the thought: the thought of owning him for the night, or becoming submissive to his sexual demands. She also didn't want to lose possibly the biggest client of her career, not to mention the most ruggedly handsome. Her business was built on trust. She couldn't back out now. Of course, nothing in her wanted to. "What's the game?" she asked. "As a gentlemen, it only seems right that you pick it," he said confidently. Donna thought for a moment. She looked for a way where the playing field was level, or how she might have a small edge. "How about an over/under wager," she suggested. "Sounds good," Carl agreed, feeling the tension rising. "What's it on?" "Over/under on Francois' tips so far for the night," she said, feeling like she had an edge of calculating what wait staff usually make. "Perfect," Carl said. Both of their minds instantly went to work calculating a per table average and multiplying it out for an estimate. "We'll invite Francois over and ask him," she continued. "Whoever wins, the other will spend the rest of the night promising complete submission." Carl realized her suggestion meant she was game for the adventure with a new potential client. "I hope you're ready for what that will mean for you when I win," Donna said with a devious smile. She licked her lips lustfully. "OK," he said, pleased at her spirited consent. "Shall we set some ground rules?" "Ground rules?" she shot back with feisty competitiveness. "What do you mean ground rules? If we do this, there are no rules, and no limits. Whoever wins owns the other person until the sun comes up. Period. Loser promises to be completely submissive. All in. Go big or go home." "You sure?" he asked. "Do I sound sure?" she answered with a smile and giving herself no way out. "All or nothing. I'm in." "Would you like me to name the number or select the over/under?" "Name the number," Donna said instantly, not willing to miss the advantage. "1500," he said without hesitation. Donna was surprised at how high his number was. The La Fantaisie was a nice restaurant. Francois might make $1000 by this point in his night of serving, but $1500 seemed way too high. Either Carl was clueless about what waiters make, or trying to make it easy on her. Either way, she seized her opportunity. "Under," she said. "Final answer?" Carl asked? "Final," she said. "You made it easy on me." Donna put her hand up to wave for Francois' attention, eager to begin enjoying her new prize. "May I get something for you? Maybe another bottle of wine?" he asked as he poured what remained in the bottle on the table into Donna's near-empty glass. "That would be fine," Carl said. "Francois, we have a little wager going and need your help. We wondered if you might know the total of your tips so far this evening might be?" "Well of course, Mademoiselle" he said. "We keep a very close track of it." "We don't want to get too personal, but would you be able to tell us if your tips this evening are over or under $1500? "Yes ma'am. They are over," he answered without hesitation. "It has been a good night so far." "Are you sure?" she blurted, stunned at his answer and what it suddenly meant for her. "Yes. Of course $500 of that was from the generosity of monsieur Carl securing the table for immediate seating." "Thank you Francois," Carl said. "You can get that bottle of wine." "Yes sir." "That's not fair," Donna said. "You knew he had an extra $500." "First of all, you said fairness had nothing to do with this," Carl shot back playfully. "Secondly, you picked the game, you picked the bet and you insisted on choosing over or under." Donna couldn't argue. She realized she put herself in this position. She set herself up for this, without a way out. She had just committed herself to the desires of this new debonair stranger. No rules. No limits. Complete submission. She took solace that she was in a city on the other side of the country from where she lived. "I'll take your panties," Carl said nonchalantly. "What? Here?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "I think you put it, 'whoever wins owns the other until the sun comes up.' No ground rules. No limits. All in. Just risky submission." Donna's heart raced. A mixture of nerves, fear, excitement and arousal raced through her body. Her thong had been soaked all night from arousal, and now she was being asked for them. "Your panties please," Carl repeated. Donna tried to discretely pull her dress up, so she could move her thong over her small ass and down her legs. Being wet made them more difficult. She bent over in her chair as the panties moved lower, fully exposing her tits from the top of her low cut dress. It was at that moment Francois returned with the check. Her thong dropped around her ankles. She kicked them off, picked them up and handed them to Carl. She blushed as she sat up in her chair. The close quarters of the space around the small private table made it impossible for Francois to hide his obvious arousal from the vision of this beautiful woman showing off her tits while removing her panties. "Francois, your service has been impeccable," Carl said. "Well thank you sir. It has been a joy to serve you both tonight," he said, tried to conceal the erection in his pants. "It addition to my generous tip for you, Donna would love to show our appreciation by offering you a blow job right here before we leave." Carl smiled. Donna and Francois were both shocked at the announcement. Donna had a rare stunned silence; Francois stammered for words. "Uh, uh, that's very kind of you," he said. "I'm married and have other tables and...." "We understand," Carl said, rescuing him from the awkwardness of the moment. "Maybe another time." "Thank you sir," Francois said, not quite sure how to respond, as he walked away. "I can't believe you were going to have me do that," Donna said, still reeling from the thought. "No mercy," Carl said. "Actually I saw his wedding ring, and knew he wouldn't be able to take me up on it while working." Donna blushed. "But, like you said, no limits. The best thing about an opportunity without limits, is the invitation to explore the possibilities outside of them, don't you think?" Donna knew Carl was as serious as she would have been had she won, and had the opportunity to enjoy him for the night without limits. She would show no mercy and enjoy having her way with him. But he won, and she was his prize. She realized again she put herself in this situation, and was with a man who would take full advantage of it with her. She could see no way out, and most of her didn't want one. "So I'll give you a choice," Carl said, as he scribbled a generous tip on the receipt and signed his name. "From what you've shown me of your tits tonight, they are much too beautiful to hide. You can either remove your shoulder straps now as we make our way through the restaurant, maybe stop at the bar and dance floor, or you can wait until we get outside and remove them for our walk to and through the hotel." Donna weighed her options. There were hundreds of people in the restaurant. She was sure some knew her, or knew who she was. She was also certain Carl would take advantage of the opportunity, making sure she had as much exposure as possible. At the same time, walking outside also meant risky exposure. She felt her chances were better outside, even though the peril of being caught was high. "Outside," she said cooperatively. Carl escorted Donna through the restaurant and out the front door. He leaned over and delicately kissed her lips before moving down to her soft creamy neck. His hands reached up to lower the spaghetti straps of her colorful dress. He pulled the straps and front of the dress down, fully exposing her gorgeous tits. People entering and leaving the popular restaurant were surprised by the bold move. Men gawked, women tried to distract them, all were impressed with her beautiful form. "Is that all you've got," she said, hiding her trepidation while looking around to see if there was anyone she knew. "Beautiful," Carl said as he began walking in another direction than what she anticipated. "Let's go. The night is still young." "Where are we going," she said, attempting to shield her exposed tits with her other arm as they walked. "There's a wonderful little ice cream shop around the corner. Ice cream sounds great on a warm night, doesn't it?" "Damn," Donna thought to herself. She assumed they would head straight to the hotel. She had no idea he was going to walk around the city with her so exposed. Her nerves and arousal both grew with every step at the risk of being seen. Bright lights of the ice cream shop half way down the block welcomed them as they turned the corner. Laughter and conversation filled the air from a few people gathered outside, eating ice cream cones. "I like that you never see people in a bad mood at an ice cream parlor," Carl observed out loud. As they approached, they noticed there were a couple people also inside eating sundaes and other desserts. The conversation from the small crowd outside the ice cream parlor turned to sly comments as Donna walked past them with Carl. Donna couldn't help but blush. Her nipples hardened from nervous arousal. "We're not going in there," she asked rhetorically. A warm gust of air hit them as they walked into the restaurant. A small sign was posted near the cash register: "Our air conditioner is broken. We apologize for any inconvenience. Enjoy some ice cream to cool off." It explained why the small crowd was standing outside to enjoy their ice cream. "Ah, sorry, the 18 year-old boy manager stuttered. His adolescent eyes were glued to her bare tits. "You can't be naked in here," he added struggling for the right words. "I tell you what," Carl said with a smile. "Here is a $100 for two large ice cream cones, the rest is for your tip for allowing us to enjoy our ice cream however we want." "Uh, OK," he said, realizing his tip was more than he would make working his entire shift. "What can I get you?" "I'll take a Chocolate Chip," Carl said. "How about you?" he asked, his eyes glued to her perfect tits. As drunk as she still was, Donna knew Carl was probably up to something more than enjoying an innocent ice cream cone at 10:00 at night. She knew she would be if the tables were turned. The ice cream parlor was sweltering. She could feel beads of sweat forming on her body. "I'll take vanilla," she said, to be safe. "I never would have guessed you for a vanilla person," Carl said. "I'm usually not, but tonight is special," she answered teasingly. "True," Carl said. "There are only two rules to eating ice cream tonight for you." Donna grew more nervous. She also tried to shield the view of the other gawking customers inside and outside the restaurant enjoying the vision of her firm round tits. "What are they?" "Very simple," Carl said. "Rule one, no more than one lick of your ice cream every 30 seconds. Rule number two, not one drop of your ice cream can land anywhere other than in or on you."
 "Piece of cake," Donna said. "I have excellent tongue skills." "I bet you do," Carl affirmed. "Here you are," the young server said handing the two their cones. He made the cones extra large considering what Carl was paying for them. He rung up the order and pocketed the change. "Let's have a seat," Carl said. "Let's take it outside," Donna suggested. "It's burning up in here." Her naked upper body glistened with light sweat. "Yes it is," Carl said. "Like I said, let's have a seat over here." Carl took his coat off and put it over the back of his chair. Donna realized Carl was enjoying the advantage of the broken air conditioning for his little game. It was ironic that ice cream served in this store filled with freezer cases would last about as long as an ice cube in a sauna. Donna instinctively licked her ice cream as they sat down at the small table. The new game parameters of only once every 30 seconds made her realize how unusually large her ice cream cone was. Added to the new challenge, she felt self-conscious humiliation as people inside and outside began staring with entertained amusement at her public display of nudity. She was filled with the mixed emotions of trepidation and arousal. She couldn't tell if the drips descending down her inner legs were sweat or from her pussy. She no longer had her thong to soak it up. It would melt down her leg like the ice cream in her hand. "Your time started with your first lick," Carl said looking at his watch while enjoying his ice cream, as Donna began the precarious game with no way out. Donna was encouraged that, despite the heat in the parlor, her ice cream seemed to be holding up pretty well. "I've so got this," she said. "30 seconds," Carl said. Donna thought if she could give a good lick around the whole cone every 30 seconds, she could keep the melting at bay. She seductively wrapped her tongue around the base cold white monster cone and licked her way around as far as she could. The ice cream felt firm. "You're good at this," Carl complemented as he enjoyed his chocolate chip ice cream without restraint. "You really do have skills." "You have no idea," she said with a seductive smile. "30 seconds," Carl said. Donna made another pass with her tongue, this time ascending over the top of the ice cream where it was softening more quickly. The sweltering conditions caused more beads of sweat to form at the top of her breasts and began to drip down her creamy skin. The faster she could eat the ice cream, the better chance she had of beating the game, and escaping the peep show she was creating with the growing crowd outside the window. However, with a cone this big and only two licks a minute, there was only so much she could do. "30 seconds," Carl said with a sly smile. Donna noticed that drips from the top of her cone were beginning to make their way down multiple sides of the ice cream. She made another pass as far as she could around the side of cold dessert. She could feel the firmness of the ice cream weakening against the pressure of her tongue. Her confidence began to weaken with it. The softness of the ice cream prevented her tongue from making it all the way around without tipping it over. Two more large drips continued their descent toward the thin cake cone in her hand. The ice cream was melting more quickly with every passing second. The crowd continued to gather outside the window with every seductive lick of her tongue on the melting ice cream. She tried in vain to shield her body from their view, but it was difficult while trying to manage the ice cream. She felt helpless as she watched her ice cream begin to liquefy before her eyes. Time had never moved more slowly. "Time," Carl said. "Donna strategically approached the cone with her tongue, determined to hold the ice cream at bay. The moment her tongue finished its journey, Donna watched three large drips immediately pour over the lip of the cone and quickly down toward the base. "Damn," she said, half frustrated at herself, and half at the position she was in. Her lick was to catch the ice cream dripping down the cone, it did nothing to firm up the ice cream on top, which continued to melt at record speed. Trails of ice cream descended like skiers racing down the small liquefying mountain in her hand. She watched thick cream push pass the top lip of the cone and continue toward her feminine hand at the base. She was helpless to stop it. She moved the cone over her mouth, hoping to catch the drops. Cate's Gift Ch. 03 "It can't touch your tongue," Carl said teasingly. "What?" Donna asked. "That's the rule. It can only touch your tongue once every 30 seconds." "You're ruthless," she said. Donna knew there was no way she could drink in the drops without them touching her tongue. Suddenly the first drop of ice cream fell from the cone toward her face below. It hit her on the cheek. It rolled down her warm cheek like a string of cum. Donna moved the ice cream cone to hold it over her upper body. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drops of white cream began to dot her chest. Cheers erupted from the street outside as the crowd watched. Donna watched the second hand of the clock on the wall, desperate to lick the cone and the ice cream. She wanted desperately to regain control. She wanted to escape the exhibit she created for the crowd of strangers enjoying her predicament. "Mmmmm, that looks good," Carl said. "There's a dessert worth having. "Time." Donna quickly caressed the cold cream with her tongue to hold the thawing off. Time moved painfully slow and the ice cream melted at record speed. Donna could even feel the thin cake cone beginning to soften in her hand. The melted ice cream was filling the hollow shell of the cone, slowly disintegrating it to a soft mush. "Time," Carl said with a large smile, watching Donna's competitive nature kick in. As soon as she finished, drips turned to small globs of ice cream landing on her chest and tits. The heat of her body immediately thawed any coolness to it, sending it down her gorgeous body. She was desperate to lick the ice cream. More drops fell, decorating her breasts. "Time," Carl said. Donna quickly licked her way up and around the cone and tried as long as she could to continue across the rapidly melting mound of soft ice cream. Carl and the watching crowd were mesmerized by the length and skill of her tongue doing its work. Donna took a deep breath. Her first pass was effective, but the melting ice cream was relentless. She watched carefully, trying to strategize her next move. The ice cream was no match for the heat in the room and quickly began to pour down again. Donna instinctively had the idea that if she quickly turned it upside down, it would reverse the direction of the large drips. Unfortunately, with the ice cream so soft, it only served to pour the liquid cream across her tits. Fortunately, none of it hit the floor. Cheers again erupted from the street. "That's beautiful," Carl said sincerely. "20 seconds left." Donna held the cone up and assessed her next move. She turned it to see where the greatest threat was coming from. As she turned the cone, she applied extra pressure to the base, causing the thin soaked cake base to dissolve in her hand. Ice cream poured from the bottom of the cone like a faucet, painting her tits in white. "10 seconds," Carl said, enjoying the pleasure of Donna's helpless humiliation. Donna tried in vain to turn the cone to limit the damage, but none of what she did made a difference. "Time," Carl said. Donna gave her best shot at using her tongue to capture all she could of the liquefying mess in her small hand. As what was left of the cone disintegrated, the remaining ice cream in her hand slipped through her fingers and painted her tits. The crowd watched in utter amazement. The young store manager had the image of Donna being covered with ice cream burned into his memory, causing him to also involuntarily cream his pants. Carl basked in the moment of Donna's beauty, humiliation and submission. Donna's body was decorated with ice cream in a way that looked like she had been the center bukkake attraction at a bachelor party. Carl pulled his iPhone out of his pocket. "Let's capture this moment with a picture." "No, no," she said panicked. "No pictures." Carl ignored her plea. "Give me your sexiest pose and we'll get out of here. Either that, or I can invite any of the men in the crowd watching outside to come lick the ice cream off your body. Who knows what that might lead to?" Donna had no doubt that Carl wasn't bluffing. "Smile," he insisted. Donna conceded. She sat up in the chair, spread her knees and ran her fingers through her blond hair in a seductive pose. Carl's fast finger captured five images of the ice cream-covered beauty. At the same moment, Donna saw camera flashes through the window from the crowd outside. "We've got our picture, let's get out of here." Donna reached for a napkin to wipe the sticky cream off her body. "No need to clean up," he said. "I like the way you look," he added. "What?" she asked surprised. It was one thing that Carl would publically embarrassed her this way, but she couldn't believe he would have her walk out on to the street with him, covered in ice cream. "As you said, I'm just getting started." Donna couldn't remember feeling more publically humiliated. Not only were her breasts completely exposed, but also her gorgeous body was now dripping with sweet sticky cream. Even more, she couldn't deny the arousal she felt by the forced public humiliation and the curious infatuation of this handsome stranger playing with her mind. Her erect nipples gave her away. The only concession was she was in a city far from where she lived. "It's that the best you've got?" she asked teasingly, unwilling to concede her humiliation. "It's only a four block walk through the club district," Carl said. "Club district. No Carl. Please. I can't walk through the club district like this." "Sure you can," he said. They will love it. We can even find a crowded club to stop at, have some drinks and hit the dance floor." "Please Carl, I beg you. I have a business with a reputation. It could ruin me." "Hmmmm," Carl pondered. "You promised complete submission." "Look, the hotel is only a block and a half from here in the other direction," she offered. "Let's go there. I'll do anything." "You've already promised to do anything. No limits; no rules. Go big or go home, remember?" "Please Carl," Donna pleaded. Her mind raced for alternatives to bargain. She swallowed big and offered the unthinkable. "You have me for the night; if we go to the hotel now, you'll have me tomorrow too." Carl smiled. "Complete submission all conference?" "Yes, I promise. Whatever you want. I have everything you might want in my hotel room," she offered, eager for him to take the offer. "Straps, cuffs, clips, blindfolds, everything for my self-bondage." She couldn't believe what she was offering, but also knew it was better than being publically humiliated at a dance club filled with industry professionals from around the country. "You are into this," he said impressed. "Try me," Donna answered, feeling hopeful relief from the certain public humiliation in the crowded club district. She felt her moisture growing again between her legs. Her offer of submission was not without self-interest. The idea of surrendering to him for the next 36 hours made her hot. "OK," he said. "We'll use the picture of you at the ice cream parlor as collateral. Anything short of complete submission and it goes public." "Please Carl, no." Donna couldn't believe she had done this to herself, the instigator of her own humiliation with no way out. Carl laughed. "Nothing to worry about," he reassured. "Your full submission keeps the picture between us. What do you say we use the back door of the hotel to go in?" he offered. Donna felt sudden relief at his kind suggestion. "That would be great," she said, recalling a set of elevators that came out near her room on the top floor of the massive hotel. The chances anyone might see her would be much lower. Minutes later, Donna felt relief as the two ducked into the sanctuary of the back entrance to the hotel. She was grateful they had only passed one young couple on the way. The couple giggled when they saw Donna walking confident wearing only her black shoes and necklace, with her dress lowered around her waist. When they walked past, Donna couldn't resist saying, "Come on girl, take it off. You both know you're going to later." As they passed, Donna and Carl both glanced back to see the silhouette of the woman pulling her top off over her head as they continued walking away. Donna felt proud her nudity had inspired them; she wondered if the young woman's example might inspire others. "Want something to drink?" Donna asked as she pulled out a bottle of flavored vodka and two shot glasses in her hotel room. She filled both without waiting for Carl's answer, and handed one to him. "To complete submission," Carl said. "To complete submission," Donna answered. They clinked glasses and threw it back. The warm buzz hit both of them quickly. Donna dropped her phone into the sound system, hit her Spotify on and started her party mix playlist. The beat of the music throbbed through the suite. Donna began to dance seductively in the middle of her living room, losing any bashfulness in the safety of her room. She invited Carl to join her, immediately stripping him of his coat as they began to move in sync with one another. Their hands began to caress each other, Donna through his clothes, Carl over her bare skin. "Let's play another game," she whispered into his ear as they moved. "Oh yeah?" "See that jar?" Donna asked. Carl looked over to the table in the middle room. A decorative glass jar filled with exotic red and blue marbles sat in the center, lit by a small light that reflected the colors. "Yes." "With each new song we tease each other all we want as we dance, but no touching any erotic zones. Sometime early in the song, you call out 'red or blue.' I have to answer by naming one. Without looking, you pick a marble out of the jar. If I am right, I get to strip you of a piece of your clothing. Anything not covered with clothing is fair game for me to enjoy any way I want. If I'm wrong, you can enjoy my body any way you want for the rest of the song. When a new song starts, we do it again. "You've played this game before," Carl said, impressed at the cleverness of it. "Let's just say I'm resourceful," she confessed. "I have no doubt," Carl said. I'll play, with one minor change." "What's that?" she asked with an eager smile. "Whoever's wrong, also drinks a shot." "Turn it into a drinking game, huh," she asked. "Do I have a choice?" "No," he said. "You're on." Donna hit the advance button on her iPhone in the speaker dock. "Take your shoes off. They don't count. When I take something off, I want it to mean something." Donna danced seductively around Carl as if he was a pole in the middle of a dance floor. He took his time, allowing her to show him her moves. "Red or blue," he whispered. "Red," she said, feeling hot. Carl reached into the bowl, grabbed a marble and held it up. Blue. Donna poured a shot and threw it back before quickly returning to the middle of her living room to dance. Her head spun from two back to back shots. Carl's hands perused her body as the beat of the song pounded with their hearts. His hands slid over to capture her bare tits in his fingers, moving purposefully to take each erect nipple between his fingers. Donna moaned at the sting of erotic pain. His hands continued down and around her body toward her ass, squeezing it as their two bodies moved rhythmically together. His right hand slid around to the front of her body to the soft moist tissue of her pussy. Donna moaned again. It was the first time he felt her tender womanhood. It was only the beginning. The song moved seamlessly from its conclusion to the beginning of the next. Carl wasted no time initiating the game again: "red or blue." "Red," she repeated, certain her chances were at least 50/50. He was amazed at how such a simple game could build up so much suspense. Carl reached in and pulled out a marble. Red. Donna smiled as she began to seductively unbutton his shirt as they danced. "Finally my turn," she said. After difficulty trying to manhandle the first button while feeling inebriated, she pulled the shirt apart, sending the buttons flying across the room. She opened the shirt to discover his impressive tan muscular chest and abs. "Yes," she said with deep satisfaction, as she pulled the bottom of the shirt out of his pants. She ran her hands up his abs, chest and over his shoulders. She reached up on her tiptoes as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders while giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. Carl returned the kiss, enjoying the feel of her soft hands caressing his abs, chest and arms. As they continued to dance, her hands moved freely across his upper body, toying dangerously into the top of his pants. His dick throbbed in erection, reaching up toward her fingers that danced in the waistline of his pants. The song ended and moved easily into the next. "Red or blue," Carl whispered with a smile and appreciation for her simple game. "Blue," she said. Carl reached deep into the jar. His fingers emerged with a red marble. Carl smiled. He filled her shot glass to the top. She dutifully drank it, and was enthralled with the strong buzz. She moved freely to the cadence of the music, using her body as a seductive tease. Carl pulled himself close to her as she danced, allowing his hands to move freely about her, but also began kissing her body. She slowly moved his way down her body, until his tongue found the top of her vaginal lips. Donna moaned in delight. Her head spun in delight. After the night of erotic humiliation and arousal, her pussy responded quickly with the tingling of pleasure. "Mmmmmmm," she said, as she moved her body to the music. Neither wanted Carl to stop with the end of the song. Donna was impressed with the rare skill of his tongue that seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed. "Red or blue," Carl said as the very first notes of the next song began. "Blue," Donna tried again. Carl reached in and discovered a blue marble. A broad smile came across Donna's face. She immediately began to unbuckle Carl's belt, unclasp his pants and lower the zipper. Wasting no time, she reached around to his ass and moved her hands inside his pants to push them down his legs. As Donna worked to push the back of his slacks down, the front of his slacks wouldn't budge due to the obstacle of his rock hard dick. The more she tried to force the back of his pants down, the more his dick became like a spring-loaded lever being pushed down. She slid her hands around the inside of the waistband, releasing them from the impediment of his dick. His dick sprung up so hard from the pressure being released that it pushed out of the opening in the front of his boxers and slapped against his lower stomach. Carl felt his pants fall to his ankles, and stepped out of them. "Impressive," Donna said. "And look. Anything not covered with clothing is fair game," repeating her own rules. Donna immediately dropped her head, taking his ten-inch shaft into her mouth. "Aaauuuggghhh!" Carl shouted, not expecting her assertive move. Before he knew it, the entire length disappeared down her ravenous throat. She worked his shaft masterfully, determined to bring him to the first of many orgasms she had planned for her new dream client. Carl felt himself quickly moving past the point of no return. It was impossible not to with her skill. The song ended and the next one started. Donna didn't want to stop and was certain she could convince him to allow her to continue. "Red or blue," he said, enjoying the whole experience. "Red," she answered. Carl took hold of her arms and lifted her up. He reached in to the jar and pulled out another marble. Red. "Yes!" she said. Donna immediately removed Carl's final piece of clothing, pulling his useless boxers down his legs and retaking his dick in her skillful mouth. Carl laid her down on her back and pushed the head of his throbbing dick against her enlarged clitoris. Donna let out a cry of pleasure. She was so turned on that the lightest caress by this monster dick would put her over the edge. He allowed the head of his dick to toy with her clit before pushing it deep within her. "Aaaaaaaa!" she cried with pleasure. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" Carl pushed his entire length into her, stretching her pussy with the raw breath and length of his manhood. Donna's body rumbled and quaked in climax. Her pussy gushed with her juices, further lubricating Carl's invasion. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" As Donna was finishing the first wave of her orgasm, he felt his eminent climax begin to wash over him like a tidal wave. He quickly pulled out and moved his dick up her body to her waiting mouth. Donna hungrily took him into his mouth, licking and swallowing her own juices from his shaft. Carl began to fuck her mouth until just before the tidal wave flooded from him. He pulled out just in time for streams of thick globular cum to spray and cover her face. He collapsed on top of her as they both worked to catch their breath. Donna took another shot of vodka and led Carl to the shower, where they cleaned and then fucked one another again in the hot steam love box. "Is that all you've got?" the drunk Donna playfully asked. "Where are your straps and toys you promised?" he asked, demonstrating his unusual stamina to keep the party for two going. Donna pointed to a drawer in her hotel bedroom. Her head spun happy from the shots of vodka. Without allowing her to dry off, Carl carried Donna to her bed and laid her on her back. He opened the drawer and was impressed by the number and variety of apparatus for submission. He pulled out two straps and tied her wrists to her ankles. She let out a small screech when he attached her nipple clips to her erect nipples. She couldn't move, and was completely helpless to his desires. Carl pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and began to fuck her again. This time, he allowed the fuck to be rougher, slapping her bare ass as an act of submission. "Gawd yes!" she yelled. "Harder." Carl obliged. He felt his cum being summoned with force. Finally his load shot into her like a fire hose, filling her to overflowing. Cum gushed from her pussy as he continued to ram her love hole. Carl pulled out his iPhone and captured the moment for posterity. "No, no," she said, slurring her speech. "No pictures." Carl laughed as he walked around the bed for another angle before snapping another photo. The nonstop risky submission continued all night with a playful but passionate quality to it. Donna felt a blissful satisfaction of the unexpected rendezvous as she watched the sun come up. She couldn't help thinking that if they could fuck like this, there was no telling how great the possibilities were of a new business partnership. "I have to get ready for my last presentation," Donna said, as the two enjoyed breakfast in their room. Their enjoyment was as much of each other as with the food delivered. "Let's keep the fun going," Carl said, holding one of Donna's self-bondage ropes up. "What do you have in mind?" Carl began to wrap the small rope around her chest, creating a rope bra that bound her tits tightly against her body. Her nipples squeezed through two lines of the rope, forcing them in an erect position. Carl picked up another rope and wrapped it twice around her thin waist before letting it drop in front of her. He pulled out Donna's remote silver bullet vibrator and slid it into her pussy. Her love box was so soaked from arousal that it slid right in. Carl took the end of the rope that hung from her waist in front of her and pulled it between her legs, wrapping it around the rope at her waist, before pulling it between her legs a second time. Carl added a large knot that pressed against her clit before he cinched the rope to her waist and tied it off. Cate's Gift Ch. 03 "Oh gawd," Donna said. "I can't do this. Not today." "Total submission," Carl said. "No guts, no glory." Carl held up the remote and turned it on. The hum between her legs sent shock waves through her nerve endings. "Ahhhh Ahhhh." "Time to go give your final talk," Carl said with a smile. "Please Carl, no. This is too risky." "Hard to imagine such a thing," he said. "Let's get dressed. We have a full morning ahead." Donna put on an elegant black and white dress for her final presentation. The tight ropes around her tits and pussy became a constant erotic reminder of her submission, and the risk of being exposed. The knot over her clit massaged her pussy with every step, preparing it for the anticipated vibrations of the silver bullet. Donna made her way through the morning, including her final presentation in constant anticipation for when Carl would push the button on the remote, sending her pussy into hyper-drive. Carl relished in bringing Donna to orgasm twice during the day, right under the noses of her professional colleagues. "When will I see you next?" Donna asked Carl after the nonstop, exhausting blissful two days of sex. "Her question was as much with an interest of continuing their passionate erotic liaison as it was for a lucrative business partnership. "I'll call you," he said. "As you said, you're just getting started." Donna had no way of knowing what Carl meant by it. He smiled and walked out of her erotic dream. Donna couldn't remember such days of consuming submissive sex. She was certain it was the beginning of something big. Chapter Three "You look happy," I said to Donna at our meeting the next week, seeing the continuing glow on her face from her trip. "You have no idea," Donna said. "Did you get my assignment?" "Yes," I said. "Did you do it?" "Yes," I repeated. "Want to see photo proof?" "Absolutely" she answered. Donna's weekend with Carl made her feel even more confident and powerful than usual. I showed her an image from my phone. Donna smiled, as she looked toward the phone, ready to enjoy another image of my willing submission. Suddenly however, the image she saw on my phone instead took her breath away. "What?" she shouted. Employees around them turned with surprise toward the scream. "Where'd you get that?" she demanded. "That's not important," I whispered with pride, and a devious smile. "I know who you are. I know what you've done. With one click, this photo and all the others I have will go out to the board, employees, competitors and world." Donna's jaw dropped in shock. "You can't do this," she begged, recognizing the photo as one of her bare tits covered in ice cream during her first night out at the conference with Carl. "I can and I will," I answered, "unless you do everything exactly as I say." Donna's mind raced. Where did I get that picture? Did I have more images from her weekend with Carl just days before? Donna realized that she didn't even have copies of the pictures. How in the world did I get them? "You're going to take your bra off right now," I instructed. And when I give you the signal in our meeting, you are going to find a way to expose both tits to everyone in the room. You can make it look like an accident; you can make it look on purpose. I don't really care. Turnaround is fair play. Oh wait, you have no intention of playing fair." Donna stood stunned at the sudden realization of being blackmailed. With one quick glace at a photo she went from having complete control over me, to mutual forced submission of risky exhibitionism. "You can't do this," she said. "I'm just getting started," I toyed, drawing another quote from Donna's two-day entrapment rendezvous with my accomplice husband Mark. "I have a whole photo album of fascinating pictures of you." "But, how?" "All in good fun," I said. The two of us, powerful women, looked at each other like chess players posturing with one move on each other from checkmate. It was game on. "I still have you," Donna said. "You have no choice but to do anything I say." "True," I said with a smile. I held my her phone to Donna and showed an image of her secured in her own straps of light bondage, covered in my husband's cum. "And now, I have you." Cate's Gift Mark's face lit up. He always wished I would be a seductress in our marriage, but he loved me too much to ask me to be something different than I am. He was stunned in the most wonderful way that I was inviting this new dynamic into our relationship, opening both of us up to a whole new world. "That's so hard," he confessed, holding up the two cards as he considered his decision carefully. His face still displayed shock at the generosity of the gift and its endless possibilities. While it didn't cost me a dime, it was costly. Either card would lead to the best Christmas Eve he could remember. "They both sound amazing," he said. "How do I pick?" "Maybe you don't need to," I offered with a coy smile. "What do you mean?" he asked, wondering if I meant what he thought I was suggesting. "I never said you couldn't combine them. Why pick one when you can have both," I said, continuing my suggestive smile, again surprising myself by the boldness of what I was offering. "Are you serious?" he asked, wondering who this woman was and what she had done with his wife. Butterflies of nerves fluttered throughout my body. I had never felt more out of my comfort zone, but I had also never seen Mark more happy with a gift. I love him and trust him; this gift will show how much. "If you'll be gentle and patient with me," I said, "then I'll show you how serious I am. There is nothing I won't gladly do for you Mark, or allow you to do with me. Unconditional." The fire continued to flicker in front of us as the music played softly. Mark's face displayed his overwhelmed love, passion and gratitude; his arousal confirmed by the obvious vigorous large snake-like movement in the front of his pants. "I am so hot right now," he said. "Perfect," I said, as I took the two cards from his large hands. "Then the rest of the night is about you using me to make your dreams come true." Mark slowly began to raise my red cashmere sweater up and off my body, exposing my bare tits. I felt the warmth of the cozy fire on my skin. He leaned over to touch his lips to mine in a long passionate kiss, before moving his lips down to caress my neck, shoulders and then breast, sucking my swollen nipple into his mouth. "Mmmmm," I moaned, holding his head against my breast as my body lay back on the small sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. I felt his hands unclasp my skirt as his lips continued to move from one tit to the other, giving equal affection. Mark leaned up and slowly pulled my skirt and tiny thong down my long legs until I laid bare before him, wearing only my high heels. The glow of the fire and Christmas tree lights danced across my body. "Your turn," I said. Mark pulled his shirt off, and stood to remove his shoes and pants. We both knew this evening would be magical as the soft jazz played around us. His long nine inches was so hard it banged against his abs. "Don't move that gorgeous body of yours," Mark instructed. "I'll be right back." "You're wish is my command," I answered in a sultry voice. In a matter of seconds he returned with bathrobe ties. Nervous butterflies took flight again throughout my body. My control issues had never allowed Mark to tie me up before, even though he had gently suggested it a few times. Mark's constant kindness and gentleness made my fears irrational. But tonight, thanks to Staci, I had given him a free pass to tie me down and have his way with me any way he wanted -- or to enjoy me any other way that made his dick hard. The smile on his face was genuine and compassionate as he held the ties up in front of me. As nervous as I was, I was also overcome with arousal as I saw his naked body in front of me. Colors from the lights of the Christmas tree and fire bounced off his muscular body. His impressive dick stood rock hard and ready. His eyes were filled with lust and anticipation. He directed me to sit on the very end of the large ottoman in front of our couch. He started by tying each foot to the corners of one end, causing my knees to be spread as wide as the large piece of furniture. I gently tugged each foot, confirming to both of us they were tied securely. "Comfortable?" he asked kindly. "Yes," I said, my face showing my willing nervousness. Then came the request to lay my naked body back across the ottoman. My torso rested comfortably on the soft material as if on display. My head dropped easily off the other end; my arms fell naturally off the sides. I felt the soft material of a tie wrapped around one wrist before being secured to the bottom of the ottoman, and then the other. "You've thought of this before," I observed by his quick methodical actions. "More times than you know," he answered with a smile. I watched as he walked around the ottoman admiring my secured body, helplessly and wonderfully available to his every desire. My nerves and arousal both grew in my vulnerability. My nipples rose tall like dark thick thimbles almost an inch high. Mark picked up a large juicy strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate before touching it to my lips. "You're tormenting me," I said. "Show me how you want me to enjoy your tits," he asked. I immediately responded to his request, wrapping my lips around the strawberry, as my tongue cleaned it. I moaned as I gently took hold of the berry with my teeth before biting down, allowing the sweet juices to mix with the chocolate in my mouth. I seductively sucked the rest of the berry into my mouth, chewing it softly with my back teeth before swallowing it down my throat. Mark raised the ladle from the warm chocolate and poured it over each tit, dousing them in the rich delicacy. He followed my example with the strawberry, taking advantage of each large erect nipples as berries to be savored, softly closing his teeth around the tender thimbles. "Let's start by making this as pleasurable as possible for you," Mark said holding up my favorite vibrator I affectionately called Max (short for the Maximizer). Cold chills instantly covered my body as he turned the long thick device on in front of my face and gentlly ran the vibrating device down my body toward my waiting love box. "Oh yes," I purred as its massage moved gently between the lips of my moist pussy. My clit instantly rose as if begging for attention. Mark masterfully guided Max to commandeer every pleasure nerve in my body. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" I moaned as my ass bucked in response to the growing orgasm. Mark's other hand caressed the surface of my body, paying special attention to my large tender nipples, aching from arousal. "Oh gawd Mark, you're going to take me," I said as my head turned from side to side, unable to move any other way. "Oh Gawd! OH Gawd!" The anticipation of this night from the weeks leading up to it had unknowingly prepared my body for uncommon release. My body rumbled with delight as Max roared between my legs. "OH GAWD! OH GAWD!" I screamed in rapturous delight. Cum gushed from my pussy in a way I rarely experienced. "Oh gawd, oh gawd, don't stop I begged." Mark lovingly held Max in place, summoning every ounce of my sweet nectar from me he could. My body buzzed in delight. "That was amazing," I said, lost in a wonderland. "That's only the beginning," Mark said softly. Mark stirred the warm dark chocolate in the fondue pot as he lifted it from the Sterno warmer. He smiled as he held the pot over my detained body, still buzzing from the orgasm. He raised the ladle filled with the rich chocolate and slowly turned it, allowing the warm chocolate to begin to decorate my body. My back arched in response to the warm thick dessert poured over my body. "Oh Mark," I cried out. "Careful." "All caution is thrown to the wind tonight," Mark said as he pulled the warming fondue pot of chocolate closer to us. A mixture of nerves and excitement filled me. He dipped the large spoon deep into the pot, and raised it over my body again, as the warm dark chocolate began to paint my naked skin. The gentle heat aroused my physical senses as the chocolate dripped across my body. Generous portions of chocolate covered my tits and pussy, waiting to be eaten. The decadence traveled freely across my body, like a small river. I felt my pussy moisten with arousal watching Mark begin to lick the warm chocolate from my legs and moved his way up my eager physique. "Oh gawd," I said as my body squirmed at his slow methodical attention. His lips licked and teased my inner thighs, promising his skilled tongue coming for my soaked pussy. He took his time to savor every drop of the rich dessert. Watching him tenderly enjoy the delicacy stirred my arousal again and whet my appetite. "Oh Mark, I want you," I begged. I felt my inhibitions falling, giving way to new passion. It was almost as if I was beginning to discover a new part of myself. Mark moved to the end of the ottoman where my head lay back. I watched as he used the ladle to completely coat his long hard thick member, aching for relief. Drops of the chocolate dotted my face. He leaned over the ottoman, positioning his chocolate covered banana in front of my face, while positioning his face over my fit stomach. His hand guided his dick to my lips, readied to deliver the decadent chocolate into my mouth. We had never done anything like this. I surrendered to his dream. Emotions ricocheted within me. Mark slowly began to fuck my mouth, moving gently until his entire length pushed through my lips, past my cheeks and down my throat. "Oh yes!" he said as my tongue and lips worked to clean every bit of chocolate from him. He slowly pulled his dick back before repeating the move. He moaned again in delight. The sheer breath and length of his member almost gagged me as it filled my mouth. My hands were tied, binding me to the ottoman. Mark slowly increased the speed of his movement as I drew my cheeks in to suck him softly. I felt the caress of his lips and tongue on my body. Mark continued to moan from the pleasure of each pass of his dick through my warm moist mouth. "Oh yes!" he said, dizzy from the impending orgasm. I sucked harder, encouraging his smooth fucking motion. Mark naturally increased the pace of his action as the climax grew within him. "Oh yes!" he repeated. "Oh yes!" It suddenly felt like his dick swelled in my mouth before the first pint of his thick sweet cream poured down my throat. I had never swallowed his cum before. Up to now, I worked to make sure he filled my pussy or maybe sprayed my stomach or ass when we made love. I had always worked to ensure his cum was contained to where I felt comfortable. This moment changed everything. I was helpless to Mark lovingly emptying wave after wave of his cum down my parched throat. My lips and tongue instinctively went to work seducing every drop from him, yet struggling to contain it. Ribbons of cum flowed from the corners of my mouth, decorating my face just as the chocolate had coated my body. Mark and I made love the rest of the night, each time securing me in a different position he had always dreamed of in the fantasies of his active imagination. Each time, small pieces of my need for control gave way to new levels of trust, opening the way for new experiences of shared ecstasy. Surrender gave way to freedom. CHAPTER THREE -- O The bright morning sunlight steamed in through the large bedroom windows. Our bodies were intertwined with one another as if the light bondage took on human form. I awoke overwhelmed with deep feelings of contentment and love. Part of me wondered if it had all been a dream, but the unsecured ties still wrapped around my ankles and the wonderful residue of chocolate and cum on my skin proved the dream was all true. "Mmmmmmm," I hummed out loud with a smile. Mark's eyes opened at the sound of my happy moan. His satisfied smile followed. "Last night was amazing," he said. "Thank you." "Thank you," I answered genuinely. "That was only the tip of the ice burg," I said. "As I recall, there are eight more blank cards in that envelope, and three more envelopes." Mark's face lit up with a large smile. "If that was only the beginning, I can't imagine what is ahead." "Well I hope you can," I answered. "Because what is ahead is limited only by your imagination." "You are amazing," he said, rolling over on top of me. "I may just have to tie you up all over again." "I dare you," I said teasingly. "But if you do, it better be in the shower because we have to be over at your sister's house in a little over an hour." Mark and I made passionate love in the steamy shower, cleaning from one another the remnants of the best Christmas Eve either of us had ever experienced. After the shower, we enjoyed breakfast, wearing only our bathrobes, each missing ties for some reason. The soft jazz from the night before continued to play and the fire and lights of the Christmas tree remained on. Evidence of our passion-filled night covered the living room. Mark picked up the small gift box and placed it on the kitchen table between us. "What's next?" he asked with a smile. "You aren't wasting any time," I observed. "I guess you'll have to look and see." Mark opened the box. The melody of our song played, inviting him to "unconditional" enjoyment of new fantasy envelopes. "I think we can say we have satisfied the two fantasy requirement of the first category," he said. "I think so," I affirmed with a blush. "We're ready to graduate." He picked up the scented "O" -- Outrageous Exhibitionism envelope and slid his finger under the flap to open it. He pulled the first printed card out and read it out loud. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O On your arm, I will make you proud,Dressing for all to seeFull views of my tits and ass,Without any bra or panty. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Damn, that's hot," Mark said. "Are you sure?" "You still asking?" I answered, hiding my own shock at the card's promise. How could Staci do this to me? I felt wonderfully liberated in my sex life with Mark from the night before, but that was in the safety of our own home. I love Mark; I trust Mark. The card promised I would expose myself to others in broad daylight! "Gawd, you amaze me," he said. "I would never have guessed," he added pleased. "You name when and where," I conceded, "and I'll make you proud." "What does the next one say?" he asked. "Read it and find out," I said, more curious than he was. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O Out on the townWearing a simple dress and beadsAt your word, my clothes come offAnd we'll see where it leads ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Holy shit!" I blurted out loud. "You're not kidding," he said. "That's so hot." I just smiled, still getting over the initial shock. "You sound surprised," he noticed. "A little. Hearing it from your voice sounds bigger than when I wrote it," I lied. "Too big?" he asked kindly. "Go big or go home," I said nervously. "I promised no conditions. I wanted this gift to rock your world." "It is definitely doing that," he said with a smile of amazement. "We better get dressed to go to my sister's." "What are you going to wear?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "But I know what you are going to wear." My heart raced. "Oh really? What am I going to wear?" I asked, curiously. "You know that white top you wore for my birthday?" "Yes," I said. It was more of a camisole than a top. I always wore it layered over another shirt because it was so low cut and transparent." "I'd love you to wear that with your red miniskirt and high heels," he asked as he handed me the first card from the envelope. "You mean only that?" I asked surprised. "We're going to your sister's house for Christmas!" Each year we spent Christmas day with Mark's sisters Ashley and Candace. None of us had any children, so it was always a comfortable laid back day together. We open gifts, play games and have dinner together. This year we were going to Ashley and her husband Carl's house. Candace and her boyfriend John were joining us. "Only that," he said with a broad smile. "Hard to get more Christmassy than that! You'll make me proud," he boasted with a quote from the card. I blushed at the thought of spending the day with his family wearing so little. We arrived at Ashley's house after Candace and John already got there. After sharing hugs all around, Ashley offered to take our coats for us. Ashley and Candace gasped while Carl and John dropped their jaws when I took my coat off and handed it to Ashley. Knowing I was the one usual prude of the group, they were shocked to see my sexy revealing outfit. The coolness of the winter air caused my nipples to push through the transparently thin silk of my cami, hiding nothing. "Damn," John accidentally blurted out loud under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Candace elbowed him. I blushed. The party started with some holiday beverages. I felt uncomfortably self-conscious, seeing the other men and my sisters stealing glances of my exposed body. The opening martinis helped me to relax. "You look beautiful," Mark whispered proudly with a pat on my bare ass under my short skirt. "Anything for you," I said truthfully, but with a small sting of sarcasm. "Time to open gifts!" Mark announced to everyone. "Cate is Santa this year," he volunteered. Being "Santa" meant it was my job to hand gifts out one at a time from under the tree. "Sounds good," Carl and John both said in agreement, a little too quickly for Ashley and Candace's comfort. Everyone took their place on the couches in the family room around the Christmas tree. Carl made sure drink glasses were filled as soon as they were drained. Familiar Christmas music filled the room. Anticipation and excitement were high to open the gifts. Dozens of colorfully wrapped gifts crowded under the Christmas tree, waiting for Santa to deliver. All the attention in the room focused on me when I first approached the tree as this year's Santa. I suddenly realized my skirt was so short that there was no way to pick up a package without it hiking up. Whether I picked up a gift by bending over at my waist or kneeling down, at least some of my bare ass and pussy would be exposed to the room. I also realized Mark anticipated this when he volunteered me. My hesitation caused everyone else to realize my predicament. "Go ahead," Mark encouraged with a smile. "Whose that small one in front for?" I bent my knees to pick it up in a failed attempt to keep my skirt low enough to minimize any exposure. Ashley and Candace gasped; all three men smiled. "It's for Carl," I said, trying to ignore the obvious. "I wish it was for me," John blurted under his breath. Candace elbowed him again. I picked the gift up, pulled my skirt down and walked over the couch to deliver it to him. That's when I realized my second challenge: bending over to hand a gift to someone sitting down on the couch. The slightest lean forward caused my top to drop low, completely exposing my breasts to anyone in front of me. As I handed Carl his gift, I also handed a full view of my pointy tits with swollen nipples. Carl shone a broad grin. "Thank you very much," he said sincerely. His lap gave him away, showing his obvious enjoyment of the experience. The immediate large movement in his tight pants was impossible to hide. We all emptied our drink glasses out of discomfort, ready for another drink. Unfortunately, Carl was in no position to stand up. This gift exchange became one we would never forget. Each delivery unavoidably repeated the pattern of my bending over to pick up the gift, exposing my ass and pussy, and then handing the gift to the recipient, exposing my tits. My self-consciousness strangely became arousal, moistening my pussy and causing my unusually tall nipples to stand out all the more impressively. The delivery of the gift became part of the gift, especially for the men. Cate's Gift Half way through the gift exchange we took a quick break for Ashley to replenish the snack plates and for Carl to refill drinks. Candace and Mark joined their sister in the kitchen to help, leaving me alone in the family room with Carl and John. "I can't believe she dressed that way," Ashley said to Candace just as Mark entered the kitchen. "Me neither," Candace agreed. "Did you see the way John is goggling at her?" 'Not just John," Ashley said jealously. "I've never seen Cate like this," Ashley said. "Why did she dress like that on Christmas?" she asked Mark. "Because I asked her to," he answered. "I kind of like it. "Apparently I'm not alone," he said with a laugh. "I don't like it," Candace said, un-amused. ""You don't like the way she's dressed, or you don't like the attention she's getting." "I don't like the attention she's getting," Ashley answered. "Cate's not doing anything you can't do to keep their attention," Mark offered as brotherly advice to his sisters. "What are you suggesting?" "I've seen the way Carl and John look at you two. It's Christmas. Live it up. There's nothing Cate's doing that you can't do, and instantly have your men's drooling undivided attention." With that, Mark grabbed a plate of Christmas cookies and left his sisters to themselves in the kitchen. He dared not leave me alone too long with Carl and John. Meanwhile, Carl and John felt an awkwardness being left unaccompanied with me in the family room. Carl busied himself refilling drinks. "So Cate, I like your Christmas outfit," John complemented awkwardly. "I noticed," I said, playfully adding to the obvious discomfort. "Thank you." "Did Mark pick it out?" Carl risked as a joke, well aware of Mark's admiration of my body. "He did," I answered, surprising them both. "He knew exactly what he wanted me to wear, and asked me." "Damn," John said admirably. "You ought to try it with Ashley and Candace. You might be surprised." Just then, Mark came back into the room with the plate of cookies from the kitchen. Shortly after, Ashley and Candace followed, giggling like schoolgirls. It became immediately obvious to all of us they had each removed their bras. Their well-endowed with firm tits moved freely under their blouses as they sat retook their places on the couches next to their men. Each secretly pressed their small crumpled panties into their man's hand to let them know their ass was a bare as Cate's. Ashley and Candace had regained Carl and John's undivided attention. "Time for the rest of the gifts," I said as I unabashedly bent over, making no attempt to hide what was under my skirt. The sexual tension in the room grew. Mark and I had no way to know that Ashley and Candace had made a secret playful pact to do whatever necessary to inconspicuously make their men cum in their pants while gifts were being opened. If the exposure of my body helped with that as I handed gifts out, so be it. They placed a small secret bet to see who could make their man cum first. Ashley and John were sitting on the loveseat together. Boxes and gift-wrap were collecting around them. While everyone focused on my next gift delivery across the room to Candace, Ashley slipped her hand over John's leg to his lap, pressing down on his firm member. John turned toward Ashley in surprise and saw Ashley's coy smile, pretending she was smiling at Candace opening her gift. Ashley's hand moved slowly back and forth with a loose grip on Carl's dick through his pants. His dick immediately responded with firmness. "What are you doing?" Carl whispered in shock. "I think you know," Ashley said confidently. "I'm taking my next Christmas gift." Carl was surprised but cooperative to Ashley's inconspicuous seduction. She pressed her hand harder against him as she moved it faster. She enjoyed watching Carl try to hide his growing arousal. Candace caught a glimpse out of her periphery of Ashley's head start as Candace finished opening her gift from Mark and me. Her competitive juices flowed as she expressed her excitement for the generous present. "Get the red and white package there," she said to me. "I am excited for Ashley to open it," she said. Carl's orgasm was on the brink of erupting and filling his pants. Ashley moved her hand quickly in an attempt to get him off before I arrived with the gift for her to open, forcing a delay in her action. "Damn it," Ashley thought as she received the gift from me, enjoying the full view of my erect tits down my top. She watched as Candace pretended to be excited for Ashley to open the gift by moving to sit on top of John's lap. As Ashley opened her gift, Candace easily found John's long hard member with her ass and began to give him a subtle lap dance. John's face lit up with a smile. Candace took advantage of all the attention being on Ashley across the room for the opportunity to vigorously massage John's dick with her soft firm cheeks. John dropped his head back with growing pleasure. As Ashley finished opening her gift, I returned to the tree and picked up a gift for my Mark. I seductively walked across the room drawing the attention of all three men. Seeing Candace sitting on John's lap, I felt inspired to hand Mark the gift by sitting on his lap, facing him. "This is for you," I said with a playful lustful smile. Ashley seized the opportunity to return her hand to Carl's still hard dick and resume her determined massage. Ashley and Candace smiled at each other, knowing they were each working hard to win their bet. Mark and I were oblivious to what they were doing because I was sitting on his lap, and he was opening his newest gift. "Oh shit," Carl whispered, trying hard to not expose his wife's handiwork. John dropped his head back again as his orgasm fast approached the point of no return. Both women worked harder, determined. "Aaaauuuuuggggghhhh!" John cried out at the very moment when Carl let out a gasp. The women continued their action undaunted, filling their lover's pants with warm cum. "I won," Candace announced. ""No way. I did," Ashley argued. "It was a tie," Mark said with a smile, realizing what was going on with his competitive sisters after the conversation they all had in the kitchen. "Then I challenge you to a rematch after we finish opening gifts," Candace said. A simple nod by Ashley confirmed the challenge. "Your on." Carl and John had no idea why it had just happened, but both were glad for this new Christmas afternoon competition. The day together became a glorious experience that changed our relationships and celebration of Christmas. It also made me more comfortable and confident with my own body. Inch by inch, my Christmas gift to Mark was liberating me. Mark and I couldn't help reminiscing the next few days over our early experiences with my gift to him, and how it had begun to change both of us. After Christmas day at Carl and Ashley's, I had had found little use for wearing a bra or panties at all. At home or in public, I playfully wore as few clothes as I could get away with for the setting. Mark seemed to enjoy the gradual transformation taking place in me, and to be honest, so was I. "It's day five," I announced to Mark, desperately curious what his next card for me would be. It had been almost a week since Christmas and we were packing up Christmas decorations. I was only wearing one of his old football jerseys. "Day five?" he asked. "Yes," I said seductively, running index finger from his lips down his chest. "No more than a week can go by before you give me a new fantasy card," I reminded. Truthfully, we had enjoyed the best sex of our marriage every day since Christmas. My growing freedom from inhibitions was unleashing new experiences for both of us. "Regular doesn't count," I lovingly informed. "It has to be a new card, a new fantasy, and you only have two days." Mark smiled as he walked over and opened the small gold box, letting the gentle music of the love song escape. Unconditional. He pulled the scented O envelope out again and opened it. "Well we have this one printed card, or a lot of blank cards with a lot of potential." I smiled as I watched the wheels of his imagination turn. He lifted the printed card again and reminded himself of its lyric: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O Out on the townWearing a simple dress and beadsAt your word, my clothes come offAnd then see where it leads ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The card was an invitation far beyond what Mark would ever have considered asking me to do. Still early in the evolution of my transformation, he knew that the fact it was my suggestion would help me take the next step. "Let me get back to you on that," he said with a smile. My nervous suspense was killing me. That evening over dinner Mark said, "I've made some reservations for New Year's Eve tomorrow night." "That sounds nice," I said. "What are they?" "I thought it would be fun to start at the Flame for dinner and dancing, before moving to a room upstairs for the fireworks." "Watching the city fireworks from the room or experiencing them in the room?" I playfully asked. "Yes," Mark answered simply. "Although the fireworks may start before we get to the room," he said. The Flame was a local high-end restaurant and club on the first floor of the tall luxury hotel in the center of downtown. It was well named as a hotspot for those looking to meet new people and who like to push the envelope. The seating was unique, circling around the perimeter with all the chairs facing toward the center. Small shelves came out from the wall to hold the food and drinks. The seating arrangement put everyone on display as they enjoyed those they were with or to meet new people. The gorgeous wood dance floor was in the middle surrounded with multiple lights, media and fog machines. The place was always packed, the music great, energy high and the food outstanding. No one threw a better New Years Eve party. "I even got a new dress for you." "You did?" I asked excitedly. I always love the way Mark plans dates, thinking through the details to make them special. He handed me a wrapped box. "Feels like Christmas all over again," I said. "I think it will," he said with his strong smile. I opened the box to discover a small royal blue satin dress with sequins, matching four-inch heels and a small box. I gasped as I opened the small box and saw the beautiful blue sapphire and diamond necklace. It took my breath away. "Oh Mark, it's gorgeous," I said as I held it up to my neck. "Not as gorgeous as you, but it will look awfully nice on you tomorrow night." I gave him a passionate kiss. "I will gladly wear it out with you. I spent the next day excited and getting ready for the night ahead. After doing my hair and makeup, I put on the new dress. It was unlike any dress I had ever had, certainly unlike any dress I would have been willing to wear out in public before. But things had changed. I felt beautiful. The dress was really nothing more than two pieces of shimmering satin. The first was a sequin covered shawl that was narrow in the middle and wide at the ends. The narrow part of the fabric lay over one shoulder, as the widening part loosely covered my front and back, just barely long enough to cover my ass. The second piece was a small sash for my waist that would attempt to hold tiny loose dress in place. I put on my matching shoes and admired the way they wonderfully showed off my long bare legs that glistened from scented oils I had rubbed into them. As the final touch, I put on the elegant necklace. I felt beautiful. I couldn't wait to dance the night away with Mark, and then go up to the room to make the city fireworks outside seem like child's play compared to the what I wanted to do with him. I smiled when I heard his voice at the front door. "It's time to go Babe," he called out. "Time to get this party started." Mark's jaw dropped when I walked toward the front door in my new outfit. He struggled for words. I had never felt sexier. There was deep gratification seeing the look on his face. I planted a kiss with my painted red lips onto his cheek as my hand caressed the front of his pants. His dick was already rock hard. "Let's keep it this way all night, shall we?" I said with a small squeeze. "Let's," he said handing me the already printed "O" fantasy card he had read out loud the day before, when I reminded him his time was running out. "You don't mean at the Flame?" I asked as nervous butterflies instantly flooded my mind and body at the surprise. Mark just smiled coyly. "I still can't believe you suggested it, and I've been hard all day just thinking about it." I realized that a simple pull of my sash in the crowded dance club would almost instantly leave me wearing nothing more than my shoes and diamond necklace. I was overwhelmed with a mixture of erotic arousal and trepidation. "When?" I asked, curious for what he had planned. "It's so public." Mark smiled. "Just enjoy the evening. Let's party like there is no tomorrow. We'll know when the time is right." The anticipation of fulfilling the fantasy took the night to a whole new level. But in truth, I had asked for it. The club was packed by the time we got there at 8:00. The energy was high as familiar party music rocked the room. Hundreds of bodies packed the dance floor while Mark and I enjoyed a leisurely dinner and drinks. The night would be ours. By 9:30, Mark and I had joined the crowds on the dance floor. I was already feeling the buzz from the Flame's custom New Years Eve vodka and rum drink, made special to commemorate the occasion. The moment I walked on the dance floor I felt eyes of admiring men and women attracted to my dress and stripping me of it in their minds. I could tell Mark was proud that he was with me. He enjoyed knowing that of all the people fucking me with their minds, only he would have the pleasure of having his way with me to bring in the New Year. The two hours passed quickly as we moved back and forth from the dance floor to our table for more drinks. As time lessened before the strike of midnight and the beginning of a new year, so did our inhibitions. Although surrounded by crowds pressing in on one another on the dance floor, we danced as if we were the only ones in the room. Mark held me close as ballads drew us together during slow songs, inviting our hands to travel unashamedly. We danced carelessly as faster party songs rumbled the floor with strong base beats that mirrored the beat of our hearts. My head spun, adrift in the buzz of the drinks, dancing and laughter. Every passing minute raised the energy in anticipation of the fast approaching New Year as we danced in the very center of the crowded dance floor. We were lost in the abandonment and celebration. Wait staff handed out complementary champagne to everyone as the music and dancing thundered with an increasing crescendo toward the New Year. The countdown started as partiers jumped rhythmically on the thundering floor: "TEN, NINE, EIGHT..." People raised their drinks while dancing and reaching out to their partner in preparation for the year's inaugural kiss. "FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!" Confetti rained from the ceiling as people all around us kissed and hugged, toasting and draining their champagne glasses in celebration of the New Year. My hands were celebrative, waving high in the air to the loud music. With a big smile, Mark leaned in and gave me a long passionate kiss before stepping back with a dramatic pull of the sash. The countdown was not only for the beginning of a new year, but the public unveiling of the new me. The flare of his movement drew immediate attention to us. With Mark's ceremonious wave of the sash in the air, the satin fabric slipped off my body and floated to the floor. Cheers erupted around us as I stood in inebriated rapture, decorated only by my radiant sapphire and diamond necklace and four-inch matching blue heels. I felt an overwhelming surprise arousal seeing hundreds of men and women with looks of happiness, shock and lust staring at my fit body. My nipples stood out long in front of me as if daring anyone to help themselves. It all happened so fast. Mark's face was lit up with pure joy watching it all unfold. "Keep dancing," he said. "The night is young." Mark and I danced to the pounding music, pressed in the middle of the massive crowd. It is impossible in those moments, dancing in the center of an overcrowded dance floor, to not bump into others pushing in against one another. I felt like a magnet as bodies pressed against me. In the anonymity of the crowd, hands from nearby dancers took advantage of the opportunity to reach out and grab my ass and caress my soft skin. All of the sudden, another women nearby began to dance seductively as a striptease in front of her date. She unzipped the small zipper on the back of her scanty red cocktail dress, letting it fall to the floor while continuing to dance uninterrupted, adorned only in a bright red thong. More cheers erupted, emboldening others to join in. Before we knew it, men and women were shedding their clothes, stripping one another as they danced. The celebrative dancing began with grinding, twerking and other expected moves as skin pressed against skin. However, the dance moves quickly gave way to all out sex until an orgy of strangers covered the dance floor, as the live music played on. Mark grabbed my hand and rescued me from the crowd of flesh. "Look what you started," he laughed as we ran laughing toward the elevators. Mark kissed me passionately as the elevator carried us to our suite on the top floor. Wearing only my diamonds and heels, I giggled as we hurried down the hall to our room. Only magical fireworks outside lighted up the spacious elegant suite where we were finally alone. "Thank you," he said as he took me into his arms. "Thank you," I said, feeling more free than ever. Mark and I made slow passionate love until the sun came up. CHAPTER FOUR -- V We slept in, ordered breakfast to be delivered while we lay naked in bed. We spent the remainder of the day continuing to celebrate the beginning of a new year by making love throughout the luxurious suite. Late check out privileges made the day unrushed and magical. It wasn't just a new year on the calendar, it was a new day in my sexual freedom. With only diamonds and shoes to wear home, I wrapped myself in a long plush towel. "I won't need this any more," I said, dropping the towel as we walked in the house. "No you won't," Mark said. "We can pick up here where we left off at the hotel, if you like." "I would like that very much," I said, pulling his shirt over his head, running my hands up his six-pack abs, before stripping the rest of the clothes off of him. "We are only half way through the card categories," he said. "Seems like it might be a good time to find out what's next." I walked across the room and picked up the infamous gold box and returned it to him. There was something so intimate handing it to him wearing only my high heels and sparkling necklace. In wonderful ways beyond what I had ever felt, I belonged to him heart, soul and body. The familiar music played from the box as he opened it, eliciting a physiological pleasure response. Each time that music had played, it had taken us to a new place in our intimacy. Mark read the outside of the card out loud: V: Very Risky (or risqué). "Ooo," I said. Mark ran his finger under the flap of the scented envelope. He pulled the ten envelopes out, this time with only one card pre-printed. "There is only one card with writing in here, and nine blanks," he observed. "Then you'll have to use more of your imagination," I said with a smile. "What does it say?"