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Love Without Limits Ch. 01

By: Rozalin_0123



This is a true story. The characters' names have been changed to protect their identity. It is a long read with plenty of naughty sex to keep you entertained. This is chapter 1 of 4.

A very special thank you goes out to robertreams for spending many hours helping me edit this story. 

Chapter 1: The Craving

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"God, why can't I shut off my brain?" I asked myself as I lay in bed for the third straight hour trying to sleep. Falling asleep is harder by the day. I've tried many different pills, but none seem to help. One would think after a night of intense sex with my husband Tim, I would be worn out, but I think the sex only made me more aware of the true nature of my problem.

It's not that sex with Tim isn't good. In fact it's fucking fantastic! No man can please me the way he does. His toned muscular build and dark hair is every woman's ideal body type. His oral technique is unsurpassed. The way his thick seven inch cock fits perfectly in my pussy brings me readily to multiple orgasms every night.

So then what is my problem? I'm sure everyone has had a craving for something sweet in their life: chocolate, or vanilla creme cake, or a tasty slice of apple pie. Now imagine you can't have sweets, because you made a promise, a commitment, never to have sweets again. It has been nine years since you've made that promise and the craving gets worse day by day until it consumes your every thought when you try to sleep. I wish this craving of mine was as simple as something I could buy at a store and devour, but what I crave is something much sweeter, the taste of another woman.

Tim knows nothing about my "other" sexual side. How could I tell him? He's everything I have ever wanted in a husband and I wouldn't want to risk losing him. It doesn't help that I've had, ever so slowly, to open his mind to all things sex related. He was raised in a conservative family, who's mentality was that sex is for making babies, nothing more. When we first started having sex, he thought 'missionary' was the only way to do it; anything else only occurred in pornography. After years of training, I've gotten him to fulfill all my sexual desires. He even figured out some of his own, buried deep within that thick skull of his.

The problem is further complicated because Tim's ex had left him for another man. They were to be married, but, the day before the wedding, she finally told him she had been sleeping with someone else for over a year. He was devastated, crushed, completely broken. He made up his mind never to open up his heart to anyone. It took me forever to get him to open up to me. Little by little, I was able to piece him back together. For nine years since, he has gone above and beyond, to satisfy my every need.

But he can't help me with this. For him, my problem is physically impossible to satisfy. "What am I going to do? What can I do?" These were the big questions rolling through my head, keeping me from blessed sleep.

"Wake up Roz!"

"Huh? Why are you yelling?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes. I have to go to work today."

I finally lifted my head and gave Tim a confused look, "But it's Saturday."

"I know," he said, "apparently our numbers are up at the shop and they need me there to help pick up the slack. You need to get up though, I made you breakfast before I had to leave." As he said 'breakfast' the aroma of bacon and maple syrup reached my nose.

"I have to go now honey. I'll be home later."

He gave me a kiss and was out the door in a flash. I finally got up when the front door slammed. "I better not let that breakfast go to waste," I thought, as I headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was thoughtful of him to make breakfast before he left. This is just how he was; always thinking of me.

As I sat there eating, I debated what to do with my day. "I know!" I said aloud, as the idea came storming into my head, "I'll do some lingerie shopping." I figured it would be a nice "thank you" to Tim for making me such a wonderful breakfast.

When I finished showering, I stood in the mirror to take a good look at my body. I was proud of my hourglass figure that drove the men at work crazy. If only they could see me naked. My long blonde hair came down just enough to cover the nipples of my big breasts; big but all natural and very firm for their size. The mirror gave me a great view of my flat toned stomach, long slender legs and small trimmed strip of hair above my vagina. After picturing myself wearing all kinds of bustiers, corsets, and mini skirts in the mirror, I was off to the store.

I knew just the store, Ambiance. I had spent plenty of money there in the past. One of those hidden desires Tim had locked away, was his fascination for lingerie. Anything with stockings drove him wild.

I was happily browsing through everything Ambiance had to offer. I picked up a set of black silk stockings with an attaching garter belt and matching leather skirt to boldly show off my cute bubble butt. I walked over to the bras to find one to match, but was having a hard time finding one in my size.

"Excuse me, you look like you know a few things about this sort of stuff. Do you think this bra would look good on me?"

I look over to see a stunning blonde woman holding a black with pink, laced bra up to her chest. Her breasts were not very big, maybe a B cup, but she was cute and petite. I stood there, mesmerized by her beautiful green eyes, full lips, and long flowing blonde hair.

"Um, hello?" she said, as I stared.

"Oh sorry! I was thinking about how that bra looks on you. Here try this one instead. It will push your boobs up a little to make them appear bigger without being too uncomfortable."

"Thanks! I'll have to try it out. My name is Vanessa, do you shop here often?"

"I'm Rozalin but most people just call me Roz. Yeah I'm kind of a regular here. It's hard to find a bra in my size anywhere else. I think other stores are biased against big boobs."

She laughed, "Well they are rather big. What size are you?"

"Thirty-six double D," I replied.

She started looking around, "Hmm, I'm not seeing a whole lot here."

"It figures, the one store that carries them and they seem to be out."

"Oh!" she gasped, "How about this one?" as she grabbed one from way back behind the others and held it up to my chest. As her fingers lightly touched my breasts, my heart began to race.

"That is perfect, and it's in my size! Thanks so much!" I said happily, as I took a step backward holding the black leather bra.

"Well we got bras, how about we check out the panties?"

Sure why not, I thought. I was not planning on wearing any panties for this particular sexual romp but I figured it was the least I could do after she had helped me.

Together, we examined all the store had. I suggested a couple, but she seemed rather picky. She knelt, looking at the panties on the lower racks. Her face was uncomfortably close to my crotch. Looking at lingerie, having his beautiful woman kneeling in front of me, and that insatiable craving I've been having, combined to stir me. I could feel my panties getting damp.

"What do you think about these?" she asked, holding up a g-string, looking at me with her beautiful eyes.

"P-pink isn't really my color of choice but it looks pretty," I stuttered, trying desperately to keep my composure.

She giggled a little, "You know, you smell delicious."

"Oh that's just my body spray, its called Love Spell."

What happened next, I did not see coming. She turned to me, still kneeling, and put a hand on each of my thighs, her face directly in front of my crotch. She looked at me with lust filled eyes and said, "I wasn't talking about your body spray, I smell something far more edible right under my nose."

I thought I would cum right then and there. My brain was fighting hard against what my pussy was telling me to do.

I regained some rational thought and said, "I'm sorry but I'm married."

"That's okay," she said, "he doesn't need to know a thing about it."

Now my willpower was truly being tested. I could finally scratch that itch I've been desperately trying to get rid of for nine years, but I would be betraying the person I loved. I had made a promise, and above all, it must be kept.

"I'm sorry but I just can't do that," I said disappointingly.

"I have another idea then. Why don't you invite me to your place while he's there and somehow convince him to let us have some fun while he watches. Most guys get off on that sort of thing. You can't tell me you don't want to, your body gives you away."

She was right. My body had betrayed me. I wanted nothing more at this very moment than to press her face into my wet hungry pussy. I am married though, and committed, first and foremost. If my dreams were ever to happen, he would have to agree.

"Alright," I said, giving it a few seconds of thought. "You come over to our house later this afternoon. I will try to convince him, but I cannot guarantee anything."

"Great! I'm sure it wont take much to convince him. Where is your house?"

I pulled a scrap of paper from my purse and wrote down the address. I told her to swing by around five. Paper in hand and smile on her face, she dropped the bra and panties we had picked out for her and went straight out the door. Still shocked at what was happening, I slowly walked up to the counter, paid for my things, and left.

Driving home, I could barely focus on the road. "What the hell was I doing! What was I going to tell Tim when Vanessa showed up at our house?" I was scared, nervous, and strangely excited. I felt as if I would have a heart attack.

I made it home and sat on the sofa waiting for Tim. A few hours felt like an eternity. Finally he walked in the door. I struggled for the words to tell him.

"Hey there, how was work?"

"About what you'd expect. It sucked," he joked.

Without thinking too much about what I really wanted to say I noticed the bag of lingerie still on my lap.

"I got you something at the store today," I said with a devilish grin.

He saw where the bag was from and his eyes lit up excitedly. "Oh really? What's in the bag?" he asked, playing dumb.

"You'll get to see later, but soon we're going to have someone over for dinner."

The expression on his face quickly changed from excited to puzzled. It was out of the ordinary for me to invite someone for dinner.

"Who's coming over?"

"I met a girl at the store, her name is Vanessa. We started talking about lingerie and girl stuff and really hit it off, so I figured I'd invite her over for dinner to get to know each other a little better."

"Wow, you're making friends instead of enemies for once? I'm impressed."

"Thanks a lot, smart ass!" I said, all snarky but welcoming his sense of humor to lighten the stress.

"So then, what are we having for dinner?"

"I'm not sure." I said. I hadn't thought about making dinner at all. "I figure I'll just wait for her to get here and ask what she would like."

"Sounds good to me. When will she be here?"

"Around five."

"Shit! I had better get cleaned up then. Going to hop in the shower before she gets here."

"Okay but hurry up. Don't waste time playing with yourself in there thinking about later tonight."

"Very funny," he said as he walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

He had barely stepped from the shower when I heard a knock on the door. Right on time. I took a deep breath and answered the door.

"Vanessa, you came!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I let her in and closed the door behind her. We had just made our way to the sofa when Tim came down stairs, fully clothed but with his hair wet.

"Oh you must be Vanessa, Roz said we would be having someone for dinner."

"Did she now?" she replied almost sarcastic as she gazed at me. I ever so slightly shook my head hoping she would pick up that I hadn't told him yet.

"This is a lovely house you both have. I don't see any kids running around, though."

"Nope, no kids. Maybe someday though," Tim said.

Maybe someday? That was a complete lie. He said that because he knows I don't like to talk about it. The only thing I wanted more than to be rid of this craving was to have a baby. After nine years of fucking almost every night with no birth control, I have long since given up. The doctors call it "PCOS" or Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I've always felt like a failure as a wife because of it but Tim reassures me that every marriage has its obstacles and this was merely one of them.

Attempting to change the subject, I said, "Would you like something to drink Vanessa?"

"Sure," she replied. I headed off to the kitchen to fetch her some ice cold lemonade.

The three of us sat there chit chatting about random things, mostly our jobs. After about an hour or so, Vanessa was growing impatient. I could see it on her face.

"Did Roz tell you why I'm really here?"

My head quickly snapped towards her, my eyes wide. Was she really going to do this? I felt my heart would burst from my chest.

"I thought you were here to have dinner, was there something else?" Tim said with a confused expression.

She paused for a moment, looking at me, giving me the chance to speak, but the stress of everything made me mute. The words were there, but I couldn't spit them out.

"I'm here because your wife wants to have sex with me," she said bluntly as she took a sip of lemonade.

He blinked a few times and his puzzled look turned to dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" he said raising his eyebrow.

"Judging from the look on your face, you didn't know she was bi-sexual."

He slowly turned to me, "Is this true Roz?"

My head was flooded with a sea of emotions. Guilt, excitement, especially anger at Vanessa, for putting me in this situation. My eyes began to tear, but somehow I found the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry I never told you, I didn't know how you would take it. You've always been so sensitive about sex and with what happened with your ex I thought maybe this would be too much for you. I love you more than anything and I never would do anything to jeopardize our marriage so I just kept it to myself."

"In her defense," Vanessa chimed in, "I propositioned her today and she denied me multiple times, because she was married. It was my idea to come over and maybe help convince you it was okay. This would be sex, nothing more. I don't even know anything else about her other than her name since we just met today. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to keep it this way."

I went to sit next to him, tears running down my face. I placed a hand on his cheek to comfort him.

"I don't want anything ever to come between us," I said, trying to keep what little composure I had left, "If you don't want me to go through with this, I won't but I really need this. These feelings aren't going to go away. If you don't approve, I will understand."

He sat there silent for forever, trying to take in everything he had heard.

"Babe please say something! Anything!" I pleaded.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm absolutely sure. Everything between us will be as it always has been. This is a one time deal."

He sat there again, contemplating for a minute or so before finally saying, "Fine, but I have to be there to watch."

"Told you he'd want to watch!" Vanessa blurted out, all-knowingly.

"It is not for the reason you may think Vanessa. I've always been there for Roz and this will be no different."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was this all a dream? All the guilt, frustration and anger I was feeling moments ago, instantly vanished; replaced by happiness, excitement and lust.

I leaped up at Tim and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you," I whispered, "You don't know what this means to me."

He lifted my chin with his hand, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "I love you Roz, don't ever be afraid to tell me anything."

I nodded and looked over at Vanessa. She patted the sofa cushion beside her, inviting me to sit next to her. Now that I had my husband's blessing, I wasn't about to waste time. I sat next to her, looking at her body without guilt. Everything about her was nearly perfect. Her long legs which she had displayed all along, were toned and lightly tanned. Her breasts were smaller than mine but pert and perky, her nipples obvious in the skin tight blouse she wore. Her deep green eyes and long golden hair were her best traits though; they made her look like something from a fashion catalog.

"Shall we get started then, Roz?" she said in such a hypnotic sexy tone of voice, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I gave no vocal reply. Instead my hands began exploring her body: down her arms to her sides and back over her firm tits, up her chest to her neck, but stopping at her cheek. Her hands were all over me, but they paid special attention to my chest, massaging my breasts through my tight thin t-shirt. She noticed my nipples hardening and began to pinch them, not too hard but just right.

I was hot with excitement already and could feel my pussy becoming wet. I moved my hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer to me. She tilted her head slightly, knowing where I was going. My lips pressed against her full and soft lips, so unlike the roughness I had become accustomed to. We began to really get into the kissing, her tongue entered my mouth and mine hers. As we kissed, she palmed my right breast with one hand, touching herself under her skirt with the other. We both moaned into each other's mouth when she finally broke the kiss.

"Whew, you really aren't new to this are you?" she said surprised.

"Here I thought I may have gotten rusty but it all comes back to you, just like riding a bike," I said, praising myself.

Vanessa giggled then gave me a more serious look. "Take off your shirt" she commanded.

I slowly lifted my shirt over my breasts. Vanessa gave me a hand getting it over my head and let it drop. She stared at my huge tits, overflowing from my bra, then began massaging them again in her palm, licking and kissing the side of my neck. Her hands undid my bra. She leaned back and I let the straps slide down my shoulders exposing my tits in all their glory.

"Wow!" She said, "I'm so jealous of those."

I laughed and threw the bra to the floor. "You don't have to lug 'these things' around all day. Now it's your turn."

She grinned, lifting her blouse up over her head in one swoop. As I had suspected when I was feeling her up, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs were perky enough she didn't need one. Her nipples straight and hard, were much bigger than mine.

I immediately bent down, took a nipple into my mouth, sucked, gently at first, then I circled her nipple with my tongue. I looked up at Vanessa; her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. She purred softly in approval. I switched breasts, sucking it hard this time. She jerked a little as I nibbled her erect nipples but she didn't object.

Vanessa pushed me against the back of the sofa, climbing atop me, her knees between my thighs. Our nipples rubbed against each other with delightful friction, as we continued exploring each other's mouths. She slid down the sofa until her knees met the floor. With a devilish grin she suckled my tits. I ran my fingers through her hair, urging her.

She lifted my legs, peeled off my skin tight pants, then went back to sucking my tits while rubbing my pussy through my soaked white panties. Running her tongue down my belly to my panty line, she licked under the lace above my love mound, making me so uncontrollably horny that it became unbearable.

"I've been thinking about this pussy since I first saw you," she said, rubbing my clit through my wet panties.

"Please lick my pussy! I can't take much more of your teasing!" I hissed.


Love Without Limits Ch. 01



"You want it that badly huh? Since you asked nicely I guess I won't deny you further."

She gently pulled my panties to the side, exposing my dripping pussy. She thumbed through my short stubbly pubic hair just above my clit. With one single lick, she went from the entrance of my love tunnel up to my throbbing clit.

"Oh fuck that feels good! Don't stop!" I said, encouraging her.

She began to lap at my pussy with her mouth, kissing my inner lips and licking my clit slowly. She wanted to taste me as badly as I wanted to taste her.

I happened to glance over at Tim to see him staring at what she was doing to me. He had a non-expressive face, like some scientist examining data.

The moment she started sucking my clit, I could feel my first orgasm begin.

She took all of my pussy, lips, clit, and all, into her mouth. As she drank of me, I came with such force all my muscles contracted. I screamed loudly with pleasure.

As I lay there catching my breath, Vanessa turned to Tim, saying, "Your wife is delicious," then climbed on me again and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

As much as I enjoyed someone eating my pussy and tasting myself on their tongue, I could have that any time I wanted. What I needed was to taste her nectar.

I flipped her off me and onto the other side of the sofa. My mind was focused on one thing only. I did not want to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her with my mouth. I quickly slid down to the floor and lifted her skirt. To my surprise and convenience, she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was completely hair free, smooth with small lips.

When my tongue touched her wet mound it was as if I were possessed. The sweet taste of her cunt made me drunk with lust. What I had been craving all this time, I now finally had. Like an addict, I needed more. I sucked harder on her clit to get more juices flowing.

"Holy shit! Yes! Yes just like that!" she squealed.

As I began to lap up her sweet love nectar I heard her say to Tim "Aren't you going to jack off to your wife eating my pussy?"

He gave no reply. I stopped licking her pussy just long enough to say, "He doesn't jerk off," and went back to lapping.

"What kind of... mhmm... what kind of man doesn't jerk off?"

I stopped again, turning towards Tim who still had that non-expressive look on his face and said, "The kind that saves it for his wife." I then smiled and winked at him.

He cracked a small smile at my comment. I know that smile, it's the same smile he gets when we go to strip clubs. He was enjoying this!

With new-found knowledge, I went back to eating Vanessa. I turned myself so my ass directly faced Tim and pulled my panties down. I buried my tongue deep inside her and she began to shout in complete ecstasy. I played with my pussy to give Tim a really nice show. With my other hand I fingered Vanessa's tight vagina with two fingers as I continued sucking on her clit.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm about to cum, don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

I finger fucked and sucked her with wanton abandon. My fingers flashed in and out of her so fast they made a loud slapping sound. I hummed into her pussy in rhythm to her cries of joy.

"Ohhhh I'm cumming!"

The vastness of my pleasure at that moment was overwhelming. Her orgasm crashed through her body simultaneously with my second. As I groaned into her pussy, she shoved my face hard into her, forcing me to drink her cum. I lapped up what was left, savoring every last drop, since I didn't know when, if ever, I was going to taste this again. I even licked my fingers clean.

"Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" Vanessa asked in astonishment.

I simply pointed in Tim's direction.

"Well no wonder you want to keep him around if he's as skilled as you are."

"Having a dick helps too," I said jokingly.

"Thanks a lot," Tim grumbled.

"Well that certainly was very enjoyable Roz, but I must get going."

"Wait! Aren't you staying for dinner?" I said surprised she would leave so soon.

"Honey, I've had my fill for tonight," she said, "Plus I'm sure the two of you have some things to talk about."

She was right. She put on her clothes and headed for the door.

"Vanessa, wait!" I called to her before she opened the door, "I just wanted to say thanks. For everything."

She smiled and said, "It was literally my pleasure," giving me a little peck on the lips. "You two take care and never let anything come between you."

I stood out of the way of the door since I was still naked. She opened and shut the door behind her, never to see me again.

I turned to Tim who still sat in the same place. His brain was dazed, not yet caught up to all that had transpired.

"So..." I said trying to snap him out of his trance as I sat in his lap straddling him.

"So..." he replied.

"What do you think about... well you know."

"I think you should have told me," he said sternly.

"I know, I'm sorry!"

"Do you have anything else you need to tell me?"

"No, this was the only thing I've ever kept from you. I won't ask you to do this ever again."

He shook his head, "This isn't going to be a one time deal."

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"You obviously had been with women before we got together and since we've been married you have had these urges building up inside you. Do you really think it won't come back years from now?"

He had a point. If the craving could become uncontrollable after nine years who is to say it wouldn't come back another nine years down the road.

"Besides, I seen just how much you were enjoying yourself. Who am I to deprive you of something you really enjoy."

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too, your hard-on gives you away," I said as I wiggled my naked crotch against his bulging package, "but are you sure you won't have a problem with this?"

"I have two conditions: I have to be present and no skanks."

I smacked him on the chest, "Like I would bring just any dirty whore into our bed!" He started laughing which made me hit him again.

"Well I'm sweaty and need a shower, I'd ask you to join me but you just had one."

"That's fine, I'm going to make something to eat now that dinner is off. I'm starving," He said as he made his way to the kitchen. He clearly had forgotten all about the lingerie I had bought so I grabbed the bag and headed for the shower.

Freshly showered, I put on the black stockings, loving how silky smooth they felt on my legs. The stockings, plus my ultra sexy six inch platform heels, made the muscular tone of my legs really stand out. No wonder guys love a woman in heels. I attached the stockings to the garter belt, slid on the skirt, and put my hair in a pony tail. The bra made the outfit complete, making my tits stand at attention. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked damn good.

"I'd fuck me," I said, giggling to myself.

When I walked downstairs to the kitchen, my heels made a loud clopping sound that echoed throughout the house. Tim froze in place when he heard me, he was no stranger to the sound. When he turned, his eyes widened, sweeping over my body. He doesn't smile often, but when he does, you know you've done something right.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Uh huh," he mumbled.

"I haven't forgotten to thank you properly for breakfast this morning."

"What about your clam dinner this afternoon?"

I laughed. Leave it to him to make a joke when I'm trying to be sexy. "Yea, I need to properly thank you for that too."

I pressed my body up against his, sucking his tongue into my mouth while wrapping one of my legs around his waist. His kisses were much rougher and raw than what I had experienced earlier. He firmly took both of my breasts into his hands, squeezing them, licking and sucking on my neck. He knew just how to please me, making my pussy wet all over again.

I stopped him momentarily, "Hey I'm the one who's supposed to be thanking you, not the other way around!"

"Sorry," he replied. Clearly, he was not at all sorry.

"It's okay, I forgive you this time," I joked, kneeling before him. I rubbed his hard dick through his pants before undressing him. With a quick pull, his pants were down to his ankles, springing his fully erect cock free. His thick seven inches of manhood is always a beautiful sight to behold, with its pink circumcised veiny skin, dark brown trimmed pubic hair and large tight balls.

I placed a hand on the base of his shaft, licking at his cock-head like a hot popsicle. I slurped pre-cum from the tip. He grabbed my pony tail, forcing my mouth down his shaft all the way. Not having a gag reflex, I am able to ram his cock down my throat while tonguing his balls. My head bobbed up and down on his lovely dick, stroking him with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. He swung his hips forward, matching my rhythm in perfect harmony.

"Oh fuck! Roz! You're going make me cum if you keep that up!"

This was interesting. He never cums from a blowjob, because he can rise to the peak of orgasm over and over, without cumming, prolonging the pleasure indefinitely. Perhaps he was afraid of cumming in my mouth? I certainly wasn't going to stop.

I wasn't going to be defeated by his dick again. Challenge accepted, my head went up and down his throbbing cock so fast I thought my neck might snap. My mouth made loud slurping sounds with every pass.

"Roz! Roz! You need to... Oh god! I'm gonna cum!"

Closer than he had ever been, he needed one final push. Taking my index finger, I pressed right on the dark brown tightness of his ass hole. The sudden jerk forward slammed his balls against my hand, pushing him over the edge. He tried to move but I had a death grip on his cock with my hand and mouth. Stream after stream of stringy cum squirted to the back of my throat. This was the first time I had tasted a man's cum, and I loved it!

"Holy shit! That was..."

"Yummy," I said finishing his sentence, licking the remaining droplets of cum from the tip of his dick.

"I've never cummed like that before."

"Well I've never tasted cum before so I guess it is a night full of first times."

"I tried to warn you," he said, apologetic.

"I just ate out a woman on your sofa earlier today and you think I'm afraid of a little cum in my mouth?" I boasted.

"Speaking of that, you haven't thanked me for letting you have sex with Vanessa."

"I thought I just did?" I said sarcastically.

"That was for breakfast, this is for Vanessa."

He picked me up and sat me on the corner of our kitchen counter. He placed my legs on his shoulders, bent and licked me slowly from my ankle to mid thigh. Lifting up my leather skirt, he found my bare wet pussy, eager for his mouth.

"She was right about one thing," Tim said.

"What's that?"

"You are delicious," he said, immediately burying his tongue into my pussy. He darted in and out of me like a jackhammer.

"Yes! Yes! Keep doing that!" I cooed.

Fucking me with his tongue, he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

"Oh god I'm about to cum already! You're so much better at this than she was!" I said most approvingly.

I clawed at the back of his head, my third orgasm of the day approaching. Moving his lips to my clit, he sucked on it hard, really hard, while thrusting two fingers into my pussy.

"Oh God! I'm cumming!!"

As I climaxed, every muscle in my body tensed. My legs, still on his shoulders, clamped tightly around his head. He kept lapping at my pussy, even though it had to be hard to breathe. When my orgasm stopped, I released his head.

"I wasn't trying to smother you," I giggled.

"It would have been a hell of a way to die," he said laughing, "We're not done though."

I tossed him a devilish grin, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Hopping off the counter, I kissed Tim, tasting myself on his tongue. He spun me around, bent me over the island in the middle of our kitchen, put the tip of his cock at the entrance to my still dripping cunt. My vagina stretched to accommodate his thick tool. Once his cock-head was in, he jammed the rest in all at once. I gasped. My pussy fit like a glove around his cock. Hitting rock bottom, he was wet to his balls from my dripping juices. I've always loved how this man can stuff my hungry pussy full of cock.

Tim fucked my pussy with fast full strokes, his balls slapping against my ass. He grabbed one of my legs and propped it on the counter top, spreading me wide open. My clit was on fire as he thrust into me vigorously. I had already cummed again by the time I felt him tense up, ready to explode inside me. Grunting and moaning with a beast-like roar, he unleashed his second load, filling my pussy with his cum.

"You're welcome," he said, still breathing heavily.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed," I said, still light-headed.

We made our way upstairs and got fully undressed, well almost fully undressed. I kept the stockings on just for him. We climbed into bed, he curled up behind me, his half-limp dick between my ass cheeks. He rubbed on my silky legs and kissed my neck.

"I love you Rozalin."

"I love you too Tim. Thanks for being such a great husband."

My craving had finally been satisfied. Completely exhausted, I quickly fell asleep

When I woke the next morning it was already afternoon. I hadn't slept that well in months. After going to the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen to where Tim was enjoying breakfast.

"Good morning princess, I was beginning to think you were in a coma."

"Well this princess needs something to eat, what all did you make?"

"Oh your highness, I've prepared the finest scrambled eggs in the kingdom. They come from the far away lands of Wal-mart."

"God you're such a dork," I said, shaking my head and rolling my eyes.

"You love it," he boasted.

I was about to dig in to my eggs when my cell phone rang.

"Damn it! Be right back," I said, disappointed that my "finest eggs in the kingdom" would have to wait.

"Hello?" I said, into the phone.

"Hey Rozzy! What's up?" The familiar girly voice saying my most hated nickname was Amber.

"Not much Amberly." She hated "Amberly" almost as much as I hated "Rozzy". It was one of the things we've done since high school, I've gotten used to it.

"What are you up to today? Ashley is visiting her family today and I have nothing to do before I go to work tonight. You wanna hang out today? Pretty please!"

"Sure, I don't have anything special planned for today. I just woke up so give me about an hour to get ready."

"Great! I'll see you in a bit," Amber said excitedly before she hung up.

I went back into the kitchen, "Well that was Amber, guess we are going out today," I said finally digging in to my cold eggs.

"Now I know why you two get along so well," he said sarcastically. He was poking fun at the fact that Amber was a devout lesbian. She hated men, and when I mean hate, I mean with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

"Oh shut up! There's nothing like that between us!" At least not anymore. "We've been best friends since high school, nothing more."

"Uh huh," he said, unconvinced.

"I don't have to take this from you, I have to get ready," I said, playfully storming up the stairs.

When it comes to Amber she is always early. I had just finished drying my hair when I heard the sound of a car horn coming from the driveway. I ran down the stairs to say goodbye to Tim who was sitting at his computer.

"Bye babe, have fun killing imaginary dragons."

"Hey! Dragon raids are serious business," he joked.

I sighed, "I'm sure they are, be sure to bring plenty of booty to your princess upon her return."

"Yes, your highness," he said, then bowed in his computer chair.

I laughed, "God, you're a dork."

In the driveway sat the same old hunk of junk Ford Tempo Amber had been driving since high school. The outside handle was still broken so Amber opened it from inside.

"Sup Rozzy, where are we heading?"

"I thought you had somewhere in mind."

"Well I guess we could head to the mall. I'm in need of some new shoes and I'd like to go to that kitchen store with all the neat gadgets."

"Works for me but do you think this piece of crap will get us that far?"

"This "piece of crap" happens to hold a lot of good memories," she said, all snarky, "some of which I'm sure you remember."

I smiled wide, "Yea I remember." Amber referred to the fact we both lost our virginity in this car. It was because of her that I had developed a sweet tooth for pussy. She was my first, and I was hers.

Being in that car brought back a lot of memories, especially how we first met back in high school. She was a senior and I was a sophomore. We shared the same study hall. Incidentally, we sat next to each other and never spoke a word to each other until one fateful day.



Love Without Limits Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Past, Present, and Future

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I was a much different person back in high school. I've always looked good but back in those days I made sure everyone knew I looked good. I wore skirts as short as they allowed. Back then, my nice rack was always on display.

I was very antisocial. I didn't have friends, I never dated, and I had no intention of making any attempt at human interaction. I had this weird conflict of personality; I dressed to attract attention, yet I didn't want any of it. All the boys would ask me out and I would send them running with their tail between their legs. The girls were the worst though. I was the one turning their boyfriend's head instead of them, so naturally, I made a lot of enemies.

It was a day like any other; stupid lectures, and annoying people. That is, until I got to study hall.

"I have to step out for a moment. Everyone stay in your seats and keep the noise down," Mr. Ridley said. He was the teacher who had the boring task of watching over us. Why did he bother with instructions when he knew we would do the exact opposite? His announcement over, he exited the room.

Phil and his girlfriend Beth sat at the table in front of me. Phil was a meat-head jock who had the brain capacity of a deflated football. Beth was on a par with Phil in the intellect department; she was the typical stereotyped ditzy cheerleader. Phil turned around and looked at Amber sitting beside me, doodling to pass the time.

"Hey, what are you drawing freak?"

Amber appeared to pay him no mind.

"Hey dyke, I'm talking to you!" he said, harassing her further.

"Go fuck yourself," Amber replied. She didn't bother looking away from her drawing.

"What did you say freak? You want me to kick your ass?" Beth said as she got out of her chair and in Amber's face.

"Careful babe, the dyke might kiss you. Who knows what kind of shit she has," Phil said as he came around our table and stood behind her.

I became more annoyed by the second. Not so much about what they were saying to her, but more because I was trying to finish my calculus assignment. Yes, calculus as a sophomore. I was too intelligent for my age.

Phil grabbed Amber's drawing and crumbled it. He dropped it on the table in front of her as Beth giggled.

"That's what you get for smart mouthing my boyfriend," Beth said, all snobby.

I had enough at this point. I closed my calculus book and slammed it down on the table making a loud crack that made everyone in the room jump.

"Will you two shut the fuck up?!" I yelled.

Phil turns to me, "Oh so this lesbo is your friend? Why don't you come over here and make me!" he taunted.

I saw red. It didn't take much to get me pissed back then. I had made a reputation not to be messed with. Apparently these two idiots didn't get the memo. It was time they learned.

I jumped out of my chair, took two steps forward and got a good grip on his genitals before he could move. I squeezed as hard as I could, twisting a quarter turn for good measure.

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed in pain.

"Let go of him you bitch!" Beth pleaded as she came closer.

"Come any closer bitch and I'll rip his balls off and stuff them down your throat!" I said sternly, staring her down. She stopped moving.

Mr. Ridley had walked back into the room, "What the hell is going on?!"

I looked Phil square in the eyes and said, "If either of you touch her, mess with her things, look at her, or so much as fart in her general direction, I will crush your grapes until you piss red wine! Understand?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Good."

I let go. Phil immediately fell to the floor. Mr. Ridley, making sure the same didn't happen to him, stayed behind me on our walk to the principle's office. This little incident got me a three day suspension. The beating I took from my alcoholic father that night was pretty severe, but in hindsight, was well work it.

I returned to school three days later to a much different reception than I was used to. The playful eyes of the boys were now replaced with eyes of terror. Word certainly got around.

When it came time for study hall, I noticed Phil was seated in the front of the room instead of the back where he used to be. Amber was sitting quietly as always.

I was going about my business trying to catch up on the last three days of homework when I heard Amber whisper, "Thanks for the other day".

I looked over, Amber was still staring at whatever she was drawing.

"Don't worry about it," I whispered back.

"No one has ever stood up for me before."

"Well they had it coming, and they better leave you alone," I said, just loud enough that Beth, who was still seated in her usual spot, could hear me.

Amber finally looked away from her paper to look at me. She had a pretty face but kind of pale, especially contrasted with her mid-length hair, black as night.

"My name is Amber."

"Mine is Ro..."

"Rozalin," she interrupted, "Everyone knows your name, you've made quite the reputation for yourself."

"Oh yea? And just what kind of reputation would that be?" I asked curiously.

"Well all the guys think you're a cock-tease, the girls think you're a slut, and everyone thinks you're a bitch."

I laughed, my ego was loving it. "Bitch and cock-tease are titles I wear proudly. Slut doesn't apply though. I've never slept with anyone."

"The way you dress suggests otherwise."

"Perhaps, but that's what people get for assuming things. I like the way I dress, I enjoy driving the mindless idiot jocks crazy knowing they can look but they can't touch. It also tells me who the idiot girls are."

She giggled, "There certainly is more to you than you let on."

We started talking to each other more and more each study hall. Within a few weeks we had became pretty good friends. I was happy to have someone I could talk to who didn't think of me as a cock-tease, slut, or bitch. She told me she didn't have any friends either, but unlike me, she tried her best not to attract any attention what-so-ever.

It was the end of another week of school and of course we were talking to each other in study hall.

"What do you say me and you hang out on Saturday? There's a new movie I've been dying to see and I don't want to go by myself. I can pick you up, I have my own car."

"Sure. I'd like that," I replied excitedly. I'd do anything to just get away from my drunken father, especially if it meant actually having fun for once.

"Great! I can't wait," she said happily.

I was pretty excited about my day with Amber. It seemed like forever until time for her to show up at my house. I heard a car horn from the driveway and ran for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" the drunken man known as my father said, blocking the door.

"Out. Don't worry it's not with a boy."

He slapped me across the face; It stung, but I've endured worse. "Listen to me smart ass, I never gave you permission to go anywhere!"

"Since when do you care about my well-being?"

"Do you want another one?" he yelled as he reeled his hand back.

"No sir," I said.

"Good girl, fetch me another beer out of the fridge and you can go, but don't be causing any more trouble or there will be hell to pay when you get home." There would be "hell to pay" regardless when I returned home.

Willing to do anything to get him out of my way, I got his beer, set it on the coffee table, and walked out the door to Amber's car. I got in, but she had to open the door from the inside.

"Heya Rozzy! Ready to have some... what happened to you?" she asked concerned. The hand print on my face was still fresh. They usually fade by the time I got to school but there was no hiding it this time.

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it. And what have I told you about calling me Rozzy?"

Amber must have figured out what had happened; she took a more sympathetic tone to her voice.

"I'm sorry, I just like the sound of it. You can call me Amberly if you want. I hate it because that is what my aunt calls me and it just sounds so disgustingly cutesy."

Putting my newfound ammunition to good use, "But Amberly sounds so cute that I just want to dress you up in pink and pigtails!"

"Shut up!" she scolded.

"That's what you get for calling me Rozzy, Amberly."

"Have it your way, you're Rozzy from here on out."

"What if I decide to hurt you?" I said, glaring at her.

"I'll take my chances. So what do you wanna do before the movie starts?"

"I don't care, let's just go."

We went all over the place that day. I found out her biggest hobby was video games. While we were shopping, she had to look at them at every store. It seemed to me what nerdy teenage boys do, but she said gaming was a nice escape from reality.

I couldn't blame her, I read books to escape reality. When I wasn't at school or having the crap kicked out of me at home, my face was buried in a book. Romance novels were my favorite but sometimes I liked factual stuff. Knowledge is power, they say. Amber always found my love of romance novels ironic because I was a "badass chick", a bookworm and a romantic.

The movie was all right. At least she didn't drag me to some horribly predictable romantic comedy. She leaned a bit close to me during the movie but I didn't think anything of it. It was close to curfew by the time the movie was over; I was dreading going home. Being with Amber that day was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Something about her allowed me to let go of built up anger and forget my problems for a while.

She drove me home, the lights in the house were off. I hoped my father had passed out. Amber turned off the car and looked at me.

"I had a lot of fun today Rozzy, we should do it again soon."

"Yea I did too, but I better get inside."

I opened the door, about to step out, and that's when it happened. Amber grabbed my hand before I could get out. When I turned my head, she pulled on my arm, lunging me towards her and kissed me full on the lips. I was paralyzed. I didn't know what to do or how to feel. My first kiss had left me so confused and awkward that out of reflex I lashed out.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.

"I'm sorry! I just. . . like you and I didn't know if you liked me too."

"We're friends but I had no idea you were actually gay!"

"No one does, at least not for sure. I've never let anyone know until now." She looked as if she were going to cry, "Please don't tell anyone and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please don't hate me!"

I didn't know what to say, my head hurt, confusion crashing into my brain like a tidal wave. I shut the door and went in the house without saying a word.

I couldn't sleep. All that filled my mind was her kiss. If it had felt so nice, why did I feel so bad about it? From all the books I've read, I had envisioned my first kiss, but this was something I had been completely unprepared for. I had never even considered the possibility I was a lesbian. I had to sort out my feelings. I had to talk to Amber again.

Monday came. It was business as usual until study hall. I sat next to Amber, who would usually greet me. This time she didn't.

"Hey Amber, we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," she said bluntly, never looking away from her paper.

"Look, I'm sorry for how I acted Saturday. Perhaps this isn't the best time or place to talk about it. Would you pick me up at my house after school today?"

She paused for a moment. After a few seconds, she turned to me and said, "Alright, I'll be there." I cracked a small smile and so did she. I was relieved to know our friendship was still okay.

After school, she stopped by my house, just as I had asked. My father was away at the time so there was no one to stop me. She opened her car door from the inside, and off we went.

Neither of us said anything for a long time. I was still trying to make sense of it all. I didn't know what to say or how to get things straightened out.

Finally breaking the silence, I apologized. "I wanted to say sorry again for how I acted."

"It's alright," she said, focused on the road.

"I had no idea you were... well that you... liked me as more than just a friend."

"Well there's no turning back now," she said clutching the steering wheel harder, "I fucked up the best friendship I ever had. Should have just kept my mouth shut."

"You didn't fuck up anything Amber!" I assured her, "I still want to be your friend and I'm glad you told me."

She smiled, "Thanks, I was worried you'd run away."

"Could you stop the car somewhere?" I asked. I wanted to talk to her plainly, without the road distracting her. She pulled into a small car lot that was close by, stopping the car.

"Look, I won't run away. It took some guts to do what you did and. . ."

I froze. My head was clouded. I didn't know where I was going, what I was saying.

"And?" she asked, confused.

"And... the kiss wasn't all bad," I said bashfully.

"Have you ever, uh. . . considered being with another girl?" she asked, seeing my embarrassment.

"No, it never occurred to me. I'm so used to pushing people away I just didn't know what to do when it happened. That's why I kind of freaked out. I mean, I've never, uh, you know, . . .been with anyone, er. . .yet."

She touched my hand again, this time not pulling, just holding.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

"I'm not, in fact I'm more comfortable being around you than anyone else."

"That's good! I know we haven't been friends for long, but I feel I've known you forever. You're the only real friend I've ever had."

"Same goes for you," I said, blushing again.

In that moment something came over me. I looked at Amber differently than I had before. She had the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. Her black hair made her pale skin stand out, almost as if she were glowing. She was very petite, but her boobs were kind of big on her frame, a C cup at the very least. She was beautiful. For the first time, I thought another woman was sexy.

She made me feel wonderful, that much I knew. I turned off my brain and let my heart guide me. I leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Nothing mattered except her lips touching mine. I knew then I had fallen in love with her.

She broke the kiss and smiled at me, "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"You're the first person I've ever kissed so I just applied what I had read in my books."

"You're going to have to lend me some of those. I've never kissed anyone either so I'm at a disadvantage."

We laughed, leaning our foreheads against each other.

"So, where do we go from here?" I asked.

"I haven't thought that far ahead. I guess however we feel, we just go with it."

"Should we keep this a secret?"

"For now, yes," Amber said, "Everyone already thinks I'm gay so that wouldn't change much. For you it would change everything. I don't want you to go through all the hell I do every day."

"Meh, I can take anything they dish out, from now on if anyone gives you shit they have to answer to me."

She smiled and put a hand on my cheek, "I love you Rozalin."

"Call me Rozzy," I said, as I once again pressed my lips to hers.

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It became a regular thing for Amber to pick me up from my house. My father stopped bugging me over it after a while, I was happy to have him "not giving a damn". Amber and I would sometimes hang out at her house to "study". Amber's parents were pretty cool, I was jealous of her for that. I wonder if her parents ever found out we made out most of the time, instead of studying.

Amber's senior prom came. She originally had no intention of going but she, more or less, made me go with her. We both made it look like we had come stag, to throw off any suspicion. She looked so beautiful in her long blue ball gown, a nice contrast to my bright red, off-the-shoulder, mini dress. We both began to think it was a waste to have come; the music sucked and no one had asked us to dance.

"Can we get out of here?" I asked impatiently.

"C'mon Rozzy, it's my senior prom! You only get one of these in your lifetime. It's supposed to be a night to remember."

"Do you really want to remember it as the most boring night of your life?"

I saw the disappointment on her face. I wanted to make her night one to remember.

"You're right, let's leave,"she said.

Amber walked toward the door, but I grabbed her hand.

"Wait!" I said, pulling her toward me. "Let's dance before we go."

"But everyone will see... "

"I've never given a shit what other people think, why start now? Your happiness is what matters. Don't make me drag you out there!"

I forcefully pulled her onto the dance floor. I held her hand in mine, we held each other around the waist. We danced happily, never wanting the crappy song to end. It was the most romantic moment of my life. Being in her arms without caring who was watching, was liberating. As the song was about to end, I leaned my forehead against hers.

"You know they are watching Rozzy... " Amber said reluctantly.

"Then let's give them a show."

I kissed her, open mouthed, in front of the entire school. I cared only for her soft embrace as we moved our bodies together in rhythm. The song ended, a crowd of people stared at us in complete shock.

"Okay, now let's get out of here," I said, feeling a million eyes upon me. We ran straight for the door and into the car.

"I can't believe you kissed me! It's going to be all over school tomorrow!" Amber said.

"Who cares? You've only got a few more days before graduation. Like I said before, I can take anything they can dish out over the next two years."

Amber shook her head and smiled, "I love you Rozzy."

We made out, there in the school parking lot. I had no idea if anyone saw us, I couldn't have cared less. The prospect of sex came up that night, but I wasn't ready yet. We'd done our share of making out and heavy petting by the time I was a senior, but we never went "all the way".

Strong willed as I may be, I had underestimated how cruel people can be. For the rest of high school I was met with ridicule and prejudice. Not just the students either, one particular English teacher that Amber had problems with gave me the same problems. She saw us kiss at prom. She graded me far more harshly and offered no assistance when I would ask, yet had no problem helping other students. Once after class I asked why she didn't want to help me and she said, "Sinners don't deserve an education".

I had finally turned eighteen, was close to graduation. Amber had found a job at a retail store so we didn't get to hang out every day like we used to. On one of her days off, she had picked me up at my house as she always did. We hadn't seen each other for a few days, so we wanted to do something special. I told her to drive to Malibar Point, the top of a big hill where one could watch the sun set over the countryside. It was late by the time we got there, the sun had already set, but the moon was full, casting a white glow over everything.

We sat on the hood of the car. The sky was completely clear. We sat there gazing at the stars. It was a bit chilly so we cuddled up, enjoying the view.

A feeling came over me as we sat there. It was so romantic under the stars and the bright moon glow, cuddled with the person I loved most. I could not think of a better time or place for my first time. I wanted her, all of her.

"Amberly..." I spoke, not really knowing how to initiate things.

"Yes Rozzy?"

"I umm... I want you to take me. Right here."

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes. I love you, and I always will. I want to give myself to you. All of myself."

"It would be more comfortable in the back seat," she said, suggestively.

We moved to the back seat. Shielded from the moonlight, it was so dark I could see only flashes of her. We kissed lustfully. Her kisses, usually soft and compassionate, were hungry and full of need. Her long tongue danced inside my mouth. I always loved to suck on her tongue.




Love Without Limits Ch. 02



Amber was extremely excited, quickly taking off her shirt. I could see her full breasts, begging to be released from her bra into the moonlight. Kissing her neck, I undid her bra, setting her bare chest free to gaze upon for the first time. Her tits were absolutely perfect, not too big or too small, with small nipples sticking straight out, starved for attention.

My hands played with her soft mounds. I loved the way they felt, smooth as silk. Amber gasped when I took her nipple into my mouth, pulling my head into her breast. I suckled her titties softly at first, then harder as she mewled louder.

Amber pushed me away, lifting my shirt. I was self-conscious for the first time in my life. All my confidence, the strutting I did around school had disappeared. Only Amber's opinion mattered now.

"Your chest is so beautiful," she said, sensing my insecurity.

"You have a nice rack yourself," I joked, trying to relax

.

After gaining a little confidence, I reached behind me to undo my bra. She slid the straps off, exposing my breasts. Amber leaned in to kiss me, fondling a breast in each hand. Her touch was heavenly, I felt myself getting wet. Without breaking our kiss, she leaned me against the car door, moved her hands from my breasts down to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my shorts.

My heart was pounding faster than it ever had. I would allow her to do anything to me. Her hands against my pussy made me so hot and uncontrollable. I whined repeatedly in her mouth. As I got louder, she rubbed harder and faster. She kissed my neck, then dragged her tongue to my nipples, sucking on them delightfully.

"I love sucking your tits Rozzy! They are so soft and beautiful."

She suckled them for a long time, keeping one hand on my crotch. She licked, sucked and nibbled until my nipples were sore, but I loved every minute. She kissed her way down my stomach, tugging at my shorts. I raised my hips. Accepting my invitation, she slid my shorts and panties down to my ankles.

There she was, smiling devilishly in front of my wet, trimmed pussy. I was so turned on, the slightest touch would bring me to orgasm.

"I've touched myself thinking of what your pussy might look like, but it is more alluring than I ever imagined," Amber whispered into my pussy lips, touching my clit softly with her index finger.

"Oh Amberly! Make love to me! Please!" I begged.

When Amber's long sexy tongue touched my pussy, I orgasmed instantly. I screamed her name as she swirled her long tongue around my clit then stuck it deep inside me. She lapped at my virgin love mound, licking up from my entrance to my clit with every stroke. The more noise I made, the more excited Amber became. Orgasm after orgasm shuddered through me when she sucked my clit. She ate me for a long time before finally stopping to catch her breath.

"Oh my fucking god, that was incredible!" I said, trying not to pass out.

"I know! Your pussy is so good, I came several times just from eating you."

"I could tell, your moaning felt amazing on my clit. I want to try it now."

I sat up, kissing her, tasting myself on her lips. I leaned her back against the car door, as she had done to me. The moonlight shone magically on the pale skin of her breasts and flat toned stomach. I licked down her breasts to her naval, unbuttoning her jeans. Raising her hips, I pulled her jeans off, leaving her black g-string.

I looked at my sexy goddess wanting to worship at her altar, but unsure of what to do next. Almost as if she were reading my mind, she slid off her panties, exposing her sweet pussy to me, completely shaven, with small tight lips and a lovely throbbing clit. A misty dew of her female essence covered everything, shining mystically in the silvery moonlight. She motioned me towards her with her index finger, eager for my touch.

The taste of her vagina was intoxicating. From the first lick, I was addicted. I gave her much faster, broader strokes with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head, smashing my face into her. When I stuck my tongue inside of her, she bucked her hips against my face. I felt her orgasm approaching, her muscles tightened, the grip on my head was painful yet pleasurable. She screamed, cumming into my mouth. I sucked in all of her delicious nectar.

I wasn't done with her. Her cries of pleasure only drove me more wild. Tasting her wonderful pussy had awakened something within me, a deep primal instinct. I was drunk with lust.

Giving her no time to cool, I sucked on her clit, gripping it between my lips and lashing it with my tongue. I buried two fingers inside of her hungry cunt as far as I could, sucking hard on her little button. She thrashed her hips, fucking herself on my fingers.

"Play with my butt Rozzy!" she screamed out, "I love fingering it when I get myself off!"

"You dirty girl!" I said, shocked at her request.

I moved her down off the door so her back was flat on the seat. She held her legs up in the air bracing one on the headrest of the driver's seat and the other on the top of the backseat. She was wide open for me and begging for more. I wanted to please her in every possible way.

I went down on her again, taking all of her lovely mound into my mouth. I ran my tongue from her clit down to her little rosebud. She cooed when my tongue touched her velvety backdoor, encouraging me to do more. I swirled my tongue around her asshole while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Oh god Rozzy! I love that! Give me more!"

I ate at her pussy, slipped one finger into her tight little ass. Her asshole clamped down tightly on my finger with every flick of my tongue on her clit. She cummed again, sending another wave of her juices into my mouth.

Feeling we both needed a moment to rest, I climbed on top of her to cuddle with her. We each tasted our own love juices on the other's tongue and lips, kissing passionately into the night. I wanted that night to never end, but we had to go home eventually.

From that day, we had sex every chance we got. We experimented with our bodies to the fullest extent. If either of us came up with a kinky thought, we acted it out.

Amber loved anal play. We started experimenting with sex toys, she loved when I fucked her ass with a vibrator. I, on the other hand, loved the strap-on. She would fuck me doggy-style until I would nearly pass out.

But like all good things, it was destined to end.

I got a call from Amber about the usual time we would go hang out, by hang out I mean fuck.

"Roz, we need to talk."

I immediately knew something was terribly wrong. She didn't say "Rozzy".

"Okay... what's wrong?"

"I want to talk about it in person. I'll pick you up in a bit," she said, then hung up.

She arrived shortly after. I got in the car and noticed she wasn't her usual happy bubbly self.

"Amberly, what's going on?"

"We'll talk when we get to Malibar Point," she said in a monotone voice.

We arrived at Malibar Point. It was a place of happy moments for us, but I knew what she had to say wasn't going to be pleasant. I wasn't at all prepared for what was in store for me.

"What's going on?" I asked again.

"Rozzy, I got accepted into culinary school."

"That's great! It's what you've dreamed about since you were little right? But why do you look sad?"

She hesitated a moment, "The school is in Paris."

It hit me, "Paris? As in Paris, France?"

"Yes Rozzy, I'm leaving in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" I shouted, "How am I supposed to get ready to move to Paris in two weeks?"

"Rozzy, you can't go. My parents are paying my way and I don't have money myself. I know you don't have any money either."

"But... there has to be a way!"

"There isn't. Believe me, I've tried to think of any possible way, but there isn't one."

I was happy for Amber, but my heart felt as if someone had placed it in a vise.

"Well, I will just have to wait until you come back or I can save money while you're gone and eventually get to go to Paris."

"Rozzy, I plan to go all the way with this. It can take between eight and twelve years. You can't put your life on hold because of me."

"Amberly, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I want you to see other people while I'm gone."

My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. "You're breaking up with me?" I shouted.

"Rozzy, I love you, more than anything. You wouldn't want me not to go to Paris because of you, just the same as I don't want you to waste your life away because of me. I want you to be happy."

I started crying, "I was happy until... "

Amber started to cry too, "I know, I wish there was another way. Promise me you'll try to move on. If I come back and we're both still single, then we will know it was meant to be."

I hugged her, crying heavily into her chest. She held me tightly, crying with me. All my happiness, all my joy, was gone in an instant.

"Rozzy, promise me!" she said, begging me and sobbing.

"Fine, I promise."

The next two weeks flew by in an hour. She came to my house to say good-bye before her flight. I couldn't bear to watch her get on the plane.

"Remember your promise," she said, as we sobbed in each other's arms.

"I will always love you Amberly."

"I will always love you too Rozzy, forever."

She got in her car and was gone from my life.

Not a day passed I didn't think about her. As soon as I graduated, I got a job at a retail store which enabled me to move out. The freedom from my father was great, but everything felt empty. I wondered how Amber was doing in France. Was she making friends or being her same anti-social self as in high school? Did she feel as empty and alone as I did?

Bills began to pile up at my new place so I decided to get a job at a strip club called "Showtime". Not exactly my proudest moment, but it suited my personality well and I made a lot of money. I did make a few friends there, and of course some enemies. I dated a couple of the girls but I wasn't into them the way I had been with Amber. I even tried dating a few guys; that didn't work out either.

Working at Showtime grew to be too much drama. I didn't mind dancing, hell I enjoyed getting paid to be the cock-tease I already was. As usual, jealousy poked up its ugly head. The other girls began to think the owner, Don, and I had a thing going. When I told him about it, he laughed and said he was gay. I was surprised, he hadn't pinged on my gaydar at all. After a while, I got tired of the jealous bitches and found myself a factory job.

My first day at my new job, I met the man I would eventually marry. He had the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I said "Hi" to him every day for a week before he said anything back. He was hurt so badly by his previous relationship that he was determined to cut himself off from the rest of the world. We eventually became friends; after nine months he finally asked me out. Everything was perfect with Tim, I felt the same love for him as I did Amber. Within a year, we were married.

*** *** ***

For my 24th birthday, Tim took me to the same fancy steakhouse we had gone to on our first date. When he opened the front door, we were met by a hostess. Suddenly, I saw her!

Across the restaurant, waiting tables, was none other than Amber. I recognized her instantly. She hadn't changed a bit: same jet black hair, same pale skin, same petite frame with oversize boobs.

"Roz are you coming?" Tim said, the hostess was already leading us to our table.

"Yea, coming."

We sat down, the hostess said, "Our soup of the day is overloaded potato, Amber will be your server, enjoy your meals."

Amber was to be our waitress? I didn't know what to do. I thought I'd never see her again, yet fate had once again entwined our paths. Before I could come up with a plan, she came to the table.

"Hello, my name is Amber I'll be taking care of you. Can I get you something to...." She stopped mid sentence, "Rozzy? Is that really you?"

Nervous and unsure of what to say, I stuttered "H, h, hi Amberly."

"Oh my god! I can't believe it's you! It's been so long," she said with a huge smile.

"Yes, it has."

Almost having forgotten Tim was sitting across from me, I murmured, "Oh where are my manners! Amber, this is my husband Tim."

"Husband?" she said surprised, "I didn't think you were the marriage type."

"Some things change Amberly. You look as if you haven't changed at all though."

"Yep, I'm the same as I've always been. You have any kids running around?"

"No kids. What about you? You find someone special?" I asked curiously.

She smiled, "Well I did meet someone, her name is Ashley. We've been going steady for about a year now."

I admit, I had a moment of jealousy. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. I was married now, things were different.

"So what happened with Paris?" I asked, hoping to get an explanation why she was here.

Amber looked at the floor, "I flunked out, their standards were way higher than I expected. I was really depressed for a while, tried to do some soul searching. Ended up in Hawaii for a while and tried out photography but ultimately, I came back home."

"I'm sorry things didn't go like you planned."

Remembering she was supposed to wait on us, "Oh, I should probably do my job. Were you both ready to order?"

"Yea, I guess," Tim said. "I'll have the rib eye steak and she will have the grilled salmon."

"Great choices, I'll run and put those in for you guys," Amber said, leaving the table.

Tim looked at me with a puzzled expression, "So who is she?" he asked.

I was still feeling really uncomfortable about all this. I decided to just keep things simple.

"Oh she was my best friend in high school."

"How come you never mentioned her before?" he asked inquisitively.

"Honestly, I never expected to see her again. She went to Paris for culinary school, that was the last I had heard of her."

"I noticed she said she was seeing an Ashley."

Now things were really awkward. "Yea, she's always been a lesbian but it never bothered me," I said, trying not to incriminate myself. "Does it bother you?"

"No, I've just never met a lesbian before," he replied.

Before long, Amber brought us our meals. She didn't say much. Perhaps she was merely focused on her job, but I wondered if she felt as awkward as I did. I knew things could never be the same as they had been but a part of me wanted her to be part of my life. We were friends before we were lovers, after all.

We finished our meals, Amber brought us our check. "Here you go, I'll be your cashier when you're ready."

She left the check, Tim put the money plus a generous tip on the table. We were about to leave when Amber returned with a slice of cake.

"Um, we didn't order any cake," Tim said confused.

"I know, but it's Rozzy's birthday isn't it?"

Completely surprised, I happily responded, "You remember my birthday?" I was touched she hadn't forgotten.

"Well I knew it was in September, since it's September and you're having dinner here with your husband, I figured it was a good guess." Okay, so maybe she didn't exactly remember. "Anyway, you two have a wonderful evening."

She was about to leave. I didn't know if I'd see her again. I didn't want to go through everything all over again.

"Amberly wait!" I shouted, "I'll leave my number on the check. Maybe we could hang out sometime. Like old times?"

Amber smiled, "Yea, I'd like that. Hopefully Ashley won't mind, she's kind of the jealous type. I have to get going before I get a lot of angry customers. I guess I will talk to you later Rozzy. It was nice meeting you Tim."

"It was nice meeting you too," he replied.

As she walked away, I wrote down my number on the check.

"I bet that was a birthday surprise you never expected. You got your best friend back." Tim said.

"Yea... I guess I did."

She called me the very next day. We spent several hours catching up on all that had happened. After that, we went shopping on occasion, but things were different. We never talked about how things used to be. I guess it was out of mutual respect for our current relationships. I did eventually meet Ashley. Amber appeared madly in love with her, but I didn't really know what she saw in her. She wasn't the prettiest or smartest girl, that's for sure. Maybe I was judging too harshly. Or maybe I was jealous.



Love Without Limits Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Betrayal

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"Rozzy! Earth to Rozzy!"

"Huh? What?"

"You were spacing out over there," Amber said, "Are you alright?"

I must have daydreamed the whole way to the mall. So much happened since our first ride in this car. It was hard to believe seven years had passed since Amber re-entered my life.

"Yea I'm fine, I was just thinking to myself," I said, trying to snap myself back to reality.

Together, we went into the mall, doing our usual thing. I looked at books, she looked for some shoes, and of course she had to stop to look at the video games. After finding a cute pair of shoes, we went to look at cooking utensils in this specialty store called "Olly's Kitchen Outlet".

"You know, I could teach you a thing or two about cooking," she said with a smug look on her face.

"I'm sure you could, Miss 'I've been to Paris'," I said, giggling.

She turned to me with a raised eyebrow, "What's up with you today, first you're spacing out in the car and now you're all glowing."

"I'm not glowing!" I said. I tried not to smile but failed miserably.

"You totally are! You can't even keep a straight face!"

"I. . . had a good night is all."

"Oh really? You and Tim have some kinky fun?" she teased.

I couldn't keep from smiling and without thinking I blurted out, "I had some kinky fun. . . with another woman."

Amber's eyes widened, "Shut the fuck up! Really?" she shouted, completely shocked. "Oh my god, does Tim know?"

"He watched," I said, smiling ear to ear.

"Okay now you're just messing with me," she said in disbelief.

"I'm dead serious."

Her jaw dropped. "Okay, you have to fill me in on the details."

While we spent the rest of the day walking around the mall, I told her all about my night with Vanessa. All the details of our hot one night stand, how I had never told Tim about being bi-sexual, and the hot sex with Tim in the kitchen after wards. I had finished my story by the time Amber drove me home.

"Wow Rozzy, I thought maybe that part of you died years ago."

"It didn't, I just kept it locked in a box, expecting to never open it again."

"I'm surprised he was okay with it, I mean isn't he kind of a prude?"

I laughed, "He's come a long way since I've started training him."

"You know, for a man he's alright," she admitted, "I'm glad you kept your promise and found him."

This was the first time she had ever mentioned anything about our past. I thought we were going to keep pretending it never happened.

"Did you. . . ever tell him about. . . us?" she asked.

"No, I didn't want him to be all weird around you."

"I won't say anything, I just wondered. I never told Ashley either, she doesn't like you as it is."

"Why doesn't she like me? I've been nothing but nice to her!" I said, agitated.

"She's. . . very jealous of you, that's all."

"Considering she has no tits, I'm sure she has plenty to be jealous of," I said snidely.

Amber slapped my arm, "Stop it! She's really sweet and good to me."

I smiled, "Well that's what matters most."

I invited Amber inside for some coffee.

"Honey I'm home!" I shouted.

"Oh hey babe." Tim said, greeting me with a kiss.

"Hey there tiger, rough night last night?" Amber asked, teasingly. I elbowed her in the ribs,"Ouch! That hurt!"

"You told her?" Tim asked, raising his voice.

I shrugged, "You never said I couldn't say anything."

"I thought it was implied!"

"That's what you get for assuming things." I said, brushing off his anger.

"Your secret is safe with me," Amber said, praising him, "It was a really cool thing you did." For her to praise a man for anything was a big deal.

"Thanks, I guess," he said sarcastically. "Are you still going to be online tonight?"

Tim and Amber play a stupid online game together against other teams. Over the last few years they have played together and to their credit, they are fairly good at it.

"I can't. I wanted to make something special for dinner when Ashley got home."

Tim sighed, "Alright, but we need to get our matches in soon."

"Don't worry, we'll be kicking ass here soon. I got to run, though, if I'm going to get everything done like I planned."

"Alright Amberly, I'll see you later," I said, giving her a hug. She left in a hurry; she must have had pretty big plans.

"So, since you're free from your online game, is there anything you want to do tonight?" I asked, before he could get back to his computer.

"I didn't have anything planned. You got something in mind?"

"I do actually, I'm still feeling a little frisky after last night, I was thinking we could go to Showtime to see some boobies. Plus, I haven't been there in a while so I'm curious who's still there."

His face perked up like a child going to a toy store. "Sure, I'm always game for a strip club. Let me get ready."

When we arrived at Showtime, the place looked busy. At the door, Don was accepting cover charges.

"Hey there Donny!" I said.

"Rose! How you been?" he asked, giving me a hug. Rose was my stage name. He kept everyone's real identity confidential, for obvious reasons.

"I'm doing good. How's business?"

"Can't complain. It would be doing much better if you were still here," hinting that I should work for him again.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Don," I scolded.

He turned to Tim, "Help me out here! Rose could clean out the deepest of wallets faster than anyone who's ever danced here. Think you could help me convince her?"

"You're on your own," Tim said, "Trying to convince her to do anything is like asking a bear not to shit in the woods." They both laughed, but I was not amused.

"Here, I'll let you both in for free if you'll just think about it."

"Alright Donny, I'll think about it. No promises," I said, having no intention of giving it any thought.

"Great! You two have fun."

As the parking lot suggested, the place was booming. All the seats by the well lit main stage were taken, so we sat in the back. I didn't recognize many of the dancers, most never stayed long, myself included.

I did see "Marilyn" was still there; she had been a mentor of sorts, showing me the ropes and being really nice about it. She may have been a bit old for a stripper, but the woman knew how to dance.

"Seeing any girls you like?" I asked Tim, who looked entranced.

"A few, how about you?"

"Not really. I see a few new girls that are cute but they can't dance worth a damn."

"Not everyone can be as good as you my dear," he said, making my ego swell.

The DJ announced, "Next up on stage let's give it up for Sugar!"

When "Sugar" got up on stage, I thought she looked familiar but I couldn't place it. She had almost no boobs and no ass, but she was actually a fairly skilled dancer. Guess she had to make up for it somehow. It was bugging me not knowing why she looked so familiar. Her body type was something that I normally would put out of my mind.

"That girl can dance," Tim said.

I watched as the familar looking pixie moved up the pole and hung upside-down, spreading her legs wide. It took considerable arm strength to hang that way. I had to admit, I was impressed.

"Yea, she looks familiar somehow."

"Yea, I thought I had seen her somewhere before too."

That's when it hit me: the lack of boobs, the decent yet forgettable face, the fact she looked familiar to Tim as well.

"Oh my God! That's Ashley!" I said, astonished.

"Ashley? Amber's girlfriend?" Tim replied.

"Yes! I'm sure that's her!"

Tim leaned forward to get a better look, "Holy shit, that's definitely her! Did Amber say anything about her working here?"

"No. Amber told me she worked as a receptionist. I have to get to the bottom of this. Stay here and don't let her see you."

"Where are you going?" Tim shouted, but I was already gone. I went to find out all I could about Ashley. I knew who to ask; Marilyn. She'd been there the longest and was always the gossip queen of the place.

I walked up to Don, trying to keep Ashley from noticing I was there. "Hey, I'm giving it some serious thought," I said, completely lying through my teeth, "Would you mind if I checked out the dressing room?"

"Not at all! We've made improvements since you were here, go check it out."

"Thanks Donny."

Keeping cool, I went into the dressing room. "What's she doing back here?"I heard one of my former co-dancers say to someone else I used to dance with. I found Marilyn sitting in front of a mirror, freshening up.

"Hey Marilyn!"

"Hey girl!" she stood up and gave me a big hug, "How you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been good. Still keeping these bitches in line?"

She laughed, "Someone had to after you left."

"Listen Marilyn, I have a favor to ask. Do you know anything about Sugar?"

"You're interested in that girl? She's been here almost a year now. I wouldn't think she'd be your type."

"Um yea, well you know people's tastes change," I said, going with it.

"Well, you'll be unhappy to know she's taken."

Amber must know about Ashley being a stripper if Marilyn knew she was taken. Ashley had either said something to Marilyn, or Amber had stopped by while Ashley was dancing. Amber may have lied to me, but she may have had her reasons. Maybe Ashley didn't want anyone to know, some girls were like that.

"Well damn," I said, trying to act disappointed.

"Yep, he brings her lunch on Fridays."

"Wait, "he" brings her lunch?" I said,making sure I had heard her correctly.

"Yes, "he". I had her pegged as a lesbian too, but I guess I was wrong. When she's not bitching about one of the other girls, she's talking about him. According to her, the guy is hung like a mule."

My brain tried to process everything she had told me. Ashley had a boyfriend? Maybe Amber knew about Ashley being a stripper; that much was possible, however; no way in hell would Amber be with someone knowing she had a boyfriend. Marilyn had always been trustworthy, she isn't one to spread lies. If Ashley was cheating on Amber, I had to find out for sure.

"You said he brings her lunch on Fridays?" I asked.

"Yea, around nine o'clock, without fail." She then looked at me curiously, "What is this really about?"

"Do me a favor. I'll give you my number, if you find out anything, anything at all about her, will you text me about it. It's really important."

Sensing the seriousness of my voice, she didn't question further. "Yea, sure thing."

"I have to get going before she comes back from the stage, don't let her know I was asking about her.."

"I wouldn't think of it. Here, go through the back door."

Marilyn lead me to the back door,letting me out. I immediately called Tim but he wasn't answering his phone. "Damn it!" I had to go back in without getting caught. I walked to the front entrance again, charging to the front of the line.

"Rose? What are you doing back out here?"

"Don't ask Donny, just let me back in."

I went back but could not find Tim. Was he in the bathroom? I called again and finally got an answer.

"Where the hell are you?" I shouted in the phone.

"In the V.I.P. room."

I hung up the phone and stormed in the private room. There was Tim, getting a lap dance from a cute girl.

"Oh hey babe," he said, "I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Get your ass up! We have to go!" I shouted.

"Already?"

"Yes!" I handed the girl some cash, "Sorry for the trouble." She took the money and quickly left.

"What the fuck Tim? I told you to stay put!" I scolded.

"You also said not to let her see me. When she got off the stage, I was afraid she'd see me so I asked for a lap dance from the first girl I could find. She can't exactly find me back here."

"Smart move," I said , forgiving him, "but we have to get out of here. Now!"

"What is going on?"

"I'll explain in the car, just head straight for the door."

I looked out into the main hall, the coast looked clear. We both walked to the door, trying not to attract attention.

"Hey! Leaving so soon?" Don asked.

"Yes, don't have time to chat right now Donny. Gotta run!"

"Okay but remember what I said earlier, you can be a star again!"

Completely ignoring everything he had to say we headed straight for the car.

"Are you going to explain what the hell is going on?" Tim asked sternly.

"Ashley is cheating on Amber with a man!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"I'm not one hundred percent sure but I know a way to find out. According to my source, he brings her lunch at the same time every Friday night. Next Friday, I'm going to be here and see if it checks out.

"You're going to spy on her?" he said disapprovingly.

"Amber is my best friend, Tim! I would expect her to do the same for me if you were out fucking around."

"What if you do see something? How would you tell her? It's very likely she won't believe you."

"Valid point. Guess I'll have to take some pictures."

"Damn it Roz! I wasn't suggesting you go full paparazzi on her! Should you really be meddling in their relationship?"

"I won't just stand by while that whore takes advantage of my best friend! It will devastate Amber, but it would hurt her more if she found out I knew and didn't say anything. This is the right thing to do, even if she ends up hating me for the rest of my life."

We retired to bed. Once again, I couldn't sleep but for very different reasons this time. I ran many possible scenarios through my head, but none of them turned out well for Amber.

Friday came, I was dreading what I had to do. My plot had consumed my every thought all week. I drove alone to Showtime, sat quietly in the parking lot. It was almost nine when a brown minivan pulled up near the back door. A mid-aged bald man stepped out, holding a paper bag. He knocked on the door. Someone let him in. A few seconds later, a text showed up on my phone.

"He is here," the text must have been from Marilyn. That bald man must have been him.

Unsure of what to do, I readied my digital camera and stayed in the car.

"Please let me be wrong about this," I said to myself, taking a deep breath.

After about fifteen minutes, the bald man came out. Ashley was with him. I snapped a picture of them together, but was not sure the picture would be enough to convince Amber of Ashley's infidelity. What if Ashley and 'baldy' were just friends?

"Do something incriminating," I said, my finger on the snap picture button.

They didn't do anything but get into the minivan. "Shit!" I shouted. I don't have enough evidence." I had expected them to drive off, but the minivan didn't move. I couldn't see in the windows, the lighting in the parking lot was very poor.

After about five minutes, I didn't need to see in the windows, because the minivan had started rocking. This was my chance! I switched the camera to video and slowly crept up on the minivan. With the camera rolling, the van's rocking came more into focus the closer I got. When I was about twenty feet away, I heard the sounds of a woman moaning.

I inched up and peaked in the side window. The back seat of the van had been removed, replaced with a mattress. On top of Ashley with his pants down was 'baldy', fucking her for all she was worth. I put the camera up to the window, getting the evidence I needed. I was able to get her face into the shot. He even shouted her name when he climaxed.

I wanted to drag her out of that van and beat her to a bloody pulp but it was not my fight. Satisfied with the footage, I ran for the car before anyone could notice me.

"I've got you now, you fucking whore." I said to myself.

As I was driving home I picked up my phone, calling Amber.

"Hey Rozzy, why you calling so late?"

"Amber I need you to come to my house right away," I knew that by my not saying "Amberly"she would know it was a serious matter.

"I'm in the middle of cooking dinner. Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

"Just get to my house as soon as you can. I'll explain then," I said, then hung up.

I got home and sat on the sofa. Tim came over, sitting next to me.

"Did you find out for sure?" he asked.

I handed him the camera and he played the footage.

"Wow. No mistaking that. How are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know, but I told her to come to the house as soon as she could. It shouldn't be long. I could use a little support."

"I'm always here for you when you need it, you know that," he said, giving me a kiss.

"Thanks Tim."

A car pulled into the driveway. Amber came bursting through the front door.

"Rozzy? Tim?" she shouted.

"We're in the living room Amber!" Tim shouted back.

She came into the room, breathing hard and completely confused. "Well I see you're both still alive. What the hell is going on?" she asked demandingly.

"Amberly, sit down."

Amber sat down in the love seat across from us, unsure of what was going on. I didn't know how to explain to her everything I had learned that night. She was about to be emotionally destroyed, and I had to be the one to tell her. This was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

"Guys, you're starting to scare me. I rush over here, thinking someone was dead or dying and I find you both perfectly fine. What the fuck is going on?"

"Amberly, I don't know how to say all that I need to say so just bear with me, please." I tried to ease into it, "Did I ever tell you I used to work at Showtime?"

She looked at me, puzzled, "No, though I'm not at all surprised. You have the body and attitude for it. I'm sure you didn't call me over here to tell me you used to be a stripper."

"Yes. Well, Tim and I went there last week after you and I went shopping, we saw someone we didn't expect to see."

Amber's concerned look turned to a sigh of relief, "Ah! So that's what this is about. I guess you saw Ashley right?"

"Yea that's right." At least she knew that much.

"Look I appreciate the concern Rozzy, but I've known she's worked there all along. I never said anything because she asked me not to. I didn't think about the fact you two go to strip clubs together all the time and might run into her one day." She laughed, "I bet you two felt awkward, but isn't she sexy up on that stage?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, never answering her question. "Amberly, I got to talking to one of the girls I used to work with. She told me that Ashley... that she was seeing someone... a man."

Amber looked at me in a way she never has before. She squinted her eyes and scowled.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke? If it is, it's not funny!" she asked, angerly.

"It's not a joke Amberly, I worked with a woman for almost a year. There isn't anything that goes in or out of that place she doesn't know about. She had no reason to lie to me."

Amber stood up, "You expect me to believe the words of some crack-whore stripper you barely even know? There is no way she would be cheating on me, especially with a man! I know you don't like her but this is going too far!" I expected her to lash out at me. There was no turning back now.

"I considered the possibility she may be wrong," I said as I walked over to Amber, putting the camera in her hand, "I had to be sure."

Amber stared at the camera, watching the woman she loved fucking someone she didn't even know. As Amber watched, the look on her face was one I'll never forget and one I hope never to see again. She looked as if the person she loved most had died in a car crash or in the line of duty. Her heart poured out in sorrow as she continued watching. I grabbed the camera, turning it off, and held her in my arms. She cried heavily into my chest as I cried on her shoulder. I can't imagine how she felt at that moment. I had cried many times when Amber left for Paris, but at least she never betrayed me.

Amber lifted her head, still sobbing, "I'm so sorry I doubted you Rozzy! You've always looked out for me."




Love Without Limits Ch. 03



"And I always will," I said holding her tight.

We sat back down on the sofa, Amber continued crying into my chest. Her pain, her sorrow, was too much for anyone to withstand.

"Thank you for telling me guys," she said, barely audible.

"That's what friends are for," Tim said.

She sat up for a moment, "I need a drink."

"I thought you might need one after Roz told me everything that had happened. So I picked you up some of your favorite champagne. I'll go pour you a glass," Tim said.

She looked at me, "Is he always this thoughtful?"

"Why do you think I keep him around?"

That got her to smile a little, even if it was at Tim's expense. She drank several glasses of champagne, finally starting to calm down.

"I need to go home and confront her," Amber said.

"Not tonight you're not!" I said, "You're too upset and had too much to drink. You can stay here tonight."

"Okay, but what am I going to do tomorrow? I can't stay there, not anymore. All my stuff is there and I have no where to go now that mom and dad moved out of state."

"We will help you get your stuff and you can stay here as long as you need until you figure things out," Tim said.

"I can't do that, I wouldn't want to impose or be a burden on you guys. This is my problem and I'll deal with it."

"You're staying here, end of discussion!" I said, "You've never been a burden. I doubt you will start now. Yes, this is your problem, but you don't have to go through it alone."

Amber smiled, "Thank you. Both of you. I don't know what to say."

I held her some more. All I wanted was to comfort her. I would do anything to make things better for her.

"So, do I get to kick her ass before or after we move you out?"

She looked up at me, "Promise me you won't start a fight."

I reluctantly agreed.

She had eventually cried herself to sleep in my lap. Tim grabbed a blanket and a pillow, I slowly slid out from under her without waking her. She needed to rest, tomorrow would be a busy day.

The next day, the three of us went to Amber's apartment.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," Amber said. She looked rough but she held it together like a champ.

"I'll go in with you, if you need me to step out just say so."

"Alright," she said, nodding.

"Need me to go in and protect her?" Tim asked.

"No, I can protect Amberly just fine on my own."

"I was talking about protecting Ashley. I don't want to have to bail you out of jail."

I rolled my eyes. "Just stay here!" I scolded.

Amber and I walked up to her apartment. She unlocked the door and we went inside. Ashley came running to the door the moment it opened.

"Oh my god! I've been worried sick all night! Where have you been?" Ashely said.

"How could you?" Amber shouted.

Ashley stopped in her tracks, seeing how upset Amber was. "Amber? What's the matter?"

"I know about you fucking someone else while you're at work! How long has this been going on?" Amber screamed across the room.

"What are you talking about? I would never do something like that!"

I knew this was Amber's battle to fight, but just like that fateful day in high school, I was in no mood for bullshit.

"You are a fucking lier! I caught you fucking some guy in a minivan last night. It is all right here on this camera."

"You spied on me?" Ashley said, flabbergasted, "I'm sure whatever is on that camera isn't what it looks like Amber. Don't you see? She's just trying to pry us apart! I've seen the way she looks at you, she wants you for herself. I'm the one who loves you, not her!"

I hit play on the camera, holding it up from across the room. She may not have been able to see what was on the screen, but she definitely heard the moaning and the yelling of her name. Her jaw dropped, knowing she was caught red handed. There was nothing she could say or do that would get her out of this.

"I'm taking my stuff and leaving," Amber said.

"Wait Amber! Can we talk about this?" Ashley pleaded.

"There's nothing to talk about, now get out of my way!"

Amber went into their bedroom, gathering some of her things. I stood at the front door, Ashley was across the room.

"Are you happy now? Are you happy you ruined our relationship?" Ashley said, condescendingly.

"You did that all on your own," I said, keeping my temper in check. I wanted to beat the shit out of this whore. The only thing that saved her life was my promise to Amber.

"It might be over between me and Amber but it is not over between me and you bitch!"

Ashley charged at me. Amber made me promise not to start a fight, she said nothing about if Ashley started one first. I sidestepped Ashley, her momentum carried her into the wall. I twisted her arm behind her back, grabbed ahold of her ratty head and bashed it hard against the wall.

"Rozzy! Stop!" Amber shouted from across the room.

"You listen here you cheating skank," I said, pinning her face to the wall, "nothing would please me more right now than to snap your fucking arm off like a twig. Fortunately for you, I promised Amber I wouldn't start a fight with you and I keep my promises, unlike you. So sit your nasty ass down in a chair and don't move until we're done here."

I released her. Having a newfound sense of survival, Ashley sat down as I demanded. I called Tim to help load things into the car. Ashley sat in the chair crying, not saying a word. The knot above her eye must of hurt like hell, it gave me a cheap thrill. Amber finished gathering the last of her stuff and we headed for the door.

"Hope the dick was worth it. Good-bye Ashley," Amber said, slamming the door behind her.

A few days passed after Amber moved in. We had an office that we turned into her own room. She took things pretty hard. The loss of Ashley was the hardest breakup she has ever been through, even worse than ours. I figured all she needed was time before she was back to her bubbly self.

I awoke one morning to the sound of her shouting. Startled, I ran down the stairs to find Amber and Tim playing their online game together. This was the first time she was out of her room to do more than eat, go to the bathroom, or go to work.

"Die mother fuckers! You ain't shit!" she shouted at the screen, laughing maniacally.

"You scared the hell out of me!" I yelled.

"Oh sorry Rozzy, I guess I got a little bit carried away. Just blowing off some steam."

"Carried away? You're slaughtering people today! Carry away all you want," Tim said, excited that her anger seemed to have positive effects on their team's win-loss ratio.

"Glad to see you up and moving Amberly, even if you do have Tourette's."

Still focused on her game, "I don't have... you son of a bitch! I do not have Tourette's! I just decided that when I got up today I was done with people trampling all over me."

"Good to hear. Listen, maybe we could all go out and do something today? It would help get your mind off things."

"Go out? Now? We're kicking so much ass right now though!" Tim complained.

"I'm sure she doesn't want to carry your ass through every match all day."

"Ouch! Nice burn Rozzy!" Amber said, giving me a high five.

"Whatever, I can hold my own," he grumbled.

"I am kind of getting tired of playing. I'm with Rozzy."

"Alright. Fine," Tim said, clearly disappointed.

We went out and had a lot of fun that day. We played miniature golf, which I kicked both of their asses at. They are such sore losers! We walked around the park, went to a movie and had dinner at a restaurant. Amber seemed to be having a blast and I admit I was too.

It became a regular thing for the three of us to go out on the weekend. During the week Amber made us dinner, she was a damn fine cook. She said it was the least she could do for letting her stay with us. Tim liked having a gaming buddy around the house and I enjoyed Amber's company when I went shopping.

The only downside was that I had to be a little more tame when it came to sex with Tim. We still had sex every night, but I had to keep it down so Amber couldn't hear us.

One day while we were all sitting at the table enjoying some breakfast, Amber seemed excited about something.

"I have an announcement to make," she said, "I've saved up enough money for my own place! I found a place on the other side of town and plan to move in about a month. I can't thank you both for all of your help through all this. I don't know what I would have done without you."

I was surprised by her sudden interest to move out. I thought she liked it here, or did she need space?

"Um that's great but are you sure you're ready? It's still a little soon after what happened don't you think?" I said.

"Yea I'm ready. I can't live here forever. I have to get on with my life."

"We will help you in any way we can," Tim assured her.

I wished she could live here forever. I liked her being here, Tim liked her being here, why couldn't she live here forever? This was a recurring thought that plagued my mind for the next few weeks.

I was laying in bed trying to sleep one night when Tim leaned over.

"Hey, not sleeping again?"

"No," I replied.

"It's because Amber is leaving isn't it?"

"No!"

"Come on Roz, you never sleep when you have something on your mind. You can't tell me you won't miss her."

"Well of course I'll miss her. Won't you?"

"Yea, it's nice having her around. If you don't want her to leave, why don't you ask her to stay?"

"She obviously wants to go, I can't keep her here."

"I guess you're right, she has to move on sometime. Try to get some sleep though babe."

He turned back over, falling fast asleep. I wanted Amber to do what was right for her and to be happy. Why did I feel so unhappy then?

It was the day before Amber was set to move out. We decided to go out like we usually do as a farewell to her. I couldn't enjoy myself this time however. All I could think of was she was going to be gone the next day.

We sat in the living room after we got home. Tim and Amber were doing most of the talking, I couldn't bring myself to be sociable.

"Rozzy what's wrong?" Amber asked, sensing something was amiss.

"Nothing is wrong," I replied.

"Rozzy, I know when something is wrong."

"I'm fine! Okay?" I shouted.

Amber jumped when I raised my voice, cowering into the sofa.

"Don't mind Roz, she's just going to miss you and she doesn't know how to deal with it yet," Tim said, seeing that I had startled her.

Amber smiled and looked at me, "Rozzy it's not like I'm moving far away, we still will get to hang out like we always do."

Something came over me. A tidal wave of emotions came crashing through the mental wall I had put up. Everything came pouring out all at once.

"You don't get it do you? This is just like when we were kids. You come into my life, I get comfortable being with you, then you leave. I don't want you to leave me again! I said I would love you forever and I still do!"

Tearing up, "But I also love you too Tim! I can't choose between either of you, I love you both so much. Why does that have to be a bad thing? Why can't we just be together? Why can't I love you both?"

My emotions had gotten the best of me. I ran up the stairs into the bedroom and locked the door. I was clueless about what was going to happen next. I had confessed to being in love with Amber in front of Tim, I was certain he'd be upset. It had to break his heart. Would he divorce me because of this? I felt so stupid, heartbroken, and ashamed.

An hour or so passed before I heard a knock on the bedroom door, "Roz? Can I come in?"

I went to the door and unlocked it, there they both stood.

"Can I come in too?" Amber asked.

I nodded, letting them in.

"Roz, while you were up here, Amber told me about what happened between you two."

"I guess there was no point in hiding it anymore," I said, still sobbing.

"Roz, I already knew."

I looked up at him, totally surprised.

"I didn't know the details, but ever since that day with Vanessa I knew you and Amber had a love history. I'm not as oblivious as you make me out to be."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to feel like she was a threat to our marriage. I don't want to lose you like I did her all those years ago."

"Roz, you've always been faithful to me. When we got together you saved me from myself. I was heading down a very dark path before you came along. If you hadn't, I probably wouldn't be standing here right now. I never had confidence in myself, that's why I didn't talk to you when we first met. I figured I had no chance in hell with someone as beautiful as you. You never gave up though, giving me the confidence I desperately needed. Roz, I will always love you, no matter what."

"Thank you." I said, grabbing ahold of Tim and kissing him.

Amber gingerly wiped the tears from my cheek, "I'm not going anywhere either."

"But I thought you wanted to move out?"

"I don't. I just didn't want to be the third wheel on your marriage forever. I had no idea you still have the same feelings for me that I have for you. The truth is, I didn't flunk out of culinary school because I didn't have what it takes. I flunked out on purpose. When I was in Paris, all I could do was think about you. I felt I had made the biggest mistake of my life and that feeling became more apparent when I got home to find you had gotten married. When my parents told me you invited them to the wedding, it broke my heart. I know I made you promise me, but at the time, a part of me wished you hadn't kept it. I'm glad you did though, Tim is a great guy who loves you just as much as I do. I dated Ashley because I figured you had found someone better. The entire time I was with her, I still thought about how things might have been different."

Tim turns to Amber, "I'm okay with sharing if you are okay with sharing. You love her, I love her. She loves us. I don't see anything wrong with that do you?"

"Not at all. I would die for her. She's always been there for me. I love her with every fiber of my being. If I have to share her with you, so be it."

I smiled, sobbing again, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, but will you please stop crying? You're making me want to cry and no one wants to see a man weep," Tim said, trying to get a laugh out of me. It worked.

"I love you both so much!" I said, wrapping an arm around each of them, pulling them close to me. First I kissed Tim, then I kissed Amber.

"We can make this work. To hell with traditional boundaries on love! The only boundaries we need are the ones we set for ourselves. If we are all happy, that's all that matters, right?"

"Right," they both said at the same time.

"I don't want either of you being jealous of the other so if there are any demands or requests say so now."

They both stood there, pondering for a moment.

Tim finally says, "If you want to have sex with Amber, I just want to be present is all. If Amber wants to be present when we have sex, then I'm okay with that too. I feel as long as everyone is involved in some way there isn't room for jealousy."

"I'm not really into the voyeurism thing, but he has a point," Amber said. "If we are all present, then there isn't any secrets when it comes to sex."

The thought had occurred to me that whenever I had sex with someone, one of them would be left out. I didn't want that. If they can let go of their jealousy, I should do the same.

"How do you feel about each other, sexually?" I asked.

They both looked at me with wide eyes, completely surprised that I would ask such a thing.

"Look, if this is ever going to work we need to come to terms with our feelings. There isn't going to be room for jealousy, lies, or secrets. We need to get everything out in the open. I expect honesty."

There was a long silence before Tim looked at Amber and said, "Well, I think you're hot."

Amber laughed, blushing at the same time.

"We've become pretty good friends since you and Roz started hanging out again and. . . I never have had any intention of trying to seduce you, but that's not to say I never fantasized about a sexual encounter with you and Roz. I think every guy has had that fantasy, why not have it involve two of his best friends?"

Amber smiled. Normally she would have been put off by a man confessing he fantasized about her, but she looked flattered.

"I, um," Amber said, struggling to get the words out, "I've enjoyed our friendship, especially when we play online together. I've felt like we are a team. Also, Roz would tell me about your wild sex and it. . . made me curious. Ever since I found out Roz got married, I have wondered what made her go for men knowing she used to be a lesbian like me."

Amber giggled, "I... may have gotten myself off a few times thinking about it, but I wouldn't ever act on those feelings."

I was quite proud of them both for coming forward with their feelings. What they said got me excited, in more ways than one.

"It should be no surprise that I've fantasized about both of you at the same time," I said, "I love you both, equally. I want us all to make love to each other. Right now. Let's just let go of all our inhibitions and see where it guides us."

"Um, I've never actually... done it... with a guy before," Amber said self-consciously.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you," I said, comforting her.

"I also never had to worry about birth control."

"I have a few condoms in the drawer next to you. That will work until we figure out something more long term," Tim said.

Amber smiled, "Alright then, let's do this!"

I took a moment to look at them both. Everyone was smiling. It was a dream we had fantasized about and now it was becoming reality. The anticipation was exquisite.

I embraced Tim, touching his lips with my own. As he sucked in my tongue hungrily, I felt hands on my breasts, but they were not his. Amber had always loved my large breasts, she obviously had missed them.

I took a break from kissing Tim and focused on Amber's lips. She lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. I quickly undid my bra, setting my twins free for anyone's touch. Tim grabbed both of my tits, squeezing them, while Amber ran her hands up and down my cleavage massaging my chest.

Almost as if reading each other's minds, Amber and Tim leaned forward and each took a nipple into their mouths. My nipples became erect from their tongues' touch. I tugged at Amber's shirt, my hands caressed her beautiful boobs, so soft and silky smooth. Of all the women I had been with, including Vanessa, I loved Amber's breasts the most.

Tim focused all his attention on my neck while I played with Amber's titties. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on Amber's right breast. It was the first time a man had touched Amber this way, she shuttered a little in response. I pulled Tim from my neck, guiding him to the perfect handful of beautiful flesh in his hand. He sucked on her erect nipple as I took her left breast into my mouth. Amber cooed as we fed on her, running her hands through our hair.

"We are all way too dressed for this party," I said suggestively.

I crawled into the bed and slid my pants off. Amber crawled in next to me and did the same. Tim stood at the edge of the bed and undressed. As Amber was sliding off her black panties' she glanced over at Tim's erection, sticking straight out.

"Wow," Amber said pleasantly surprised, "that thing is thick!"

"Touch it," I told her.

I crawled over to Tim and she followed. Our faces were inches from Tim's thick rod. I placed Amber's hand on his shaft. She stroked and fondled him, feeling his hard cock and compact ball sack.

"His skin is so soft yet his dick is firm. It's nothing like the toys I'm used to."

"I'm sure nothing beats the real thing," Tim boasted.

I leaned forward and licked at his throbbing cock-head, "Don't be shy Amberly."




Love Without Limits Ch. 03



I licked down one side of his shaft while she licked down the other. We pressed our lips together, kissing, his cock between us, and sucked up and down his manhood like a popsicle. Her hand, still on his shaft, picked up speed, stroking him harder. Tim moaned, loving the sensation of two tongues running the length of his cock.

"Suck it," I told Amber.

I watched as Amber took my husband's dick into her tight little mouth. It was so naughty, wrong and. . . hot! Her mouth made loud slurping noises. She only went down to her hand so I removed it from his dick.

"Don't be afraid, you can do it," I told her, coaching her.

Amber slowly inched her way down his shaft. Relaxing her throat she made it all the way to his balls. Tim was moaning loudly now, her long tongue slathering his cock.

"How is she doing babe?"

"She's fucking amazing!" Tim replied.

"Are you enjoying his cock Amberly?"

She mumbled a "mhmm" without stopping.

"Keep sucking him, I've got other plans."

Moving behind Amber I found her beautiful ass ripe for the licking. I had never seen her so excited, her pussy so wet she was dripping on the bed. As I lapped at her soaked cunt I could hear her humming around Tim's cock. His grunts, her slurping and my tongue lashing on Amber's pussy made sweet music, echoing through the room.

Moving up her slit, my tongue found her velvety sphincter. I knew how much she loved being rimmed. She cried even louder on Tim's cock when I darted my tongue in and out of her tight little asshole.

I motioned for Amber to turn around positioning her ass in front of Tim.

"Doesn't she have the most beautiful ass?" I asked him.

"I love both of your asses," he replied.

Turning to Amber, "Remember how much you liked me fucking your ass with all our toys and especially the strap-on? A real cock feels so much better.Would you like Tim to fuck your ass?"

Her eyes lite up and smiled. "Yes," she cooed.

I guided Tim's cock to her rosebud, already wet with saliva so his tip slid in with ease. Amber winced as he inched into her. He was half way in when she stopped him.

"Hold up a second. . . need to adjust," she said taking fast breaths.

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell no! I can do this!"

I looked at his shaft spreading her ass wide open. I spat on his cock, making it a little more slick.

"Okay. More," Amber said eagerly.

Amber moaned with pleasure and pain as he inched in. Finally he made it was all the way in her.

"Fuck, she's so tight!" Tim said, starting to withdraw and push back in.

Amber fully adjusted to the girth of his penis. The pain was gone, only pleasure remained. I watched as my husband began to saw at my best friend's tight backdoor. He slowly picked up speed. Amber screamed approvingly. Before long he was fucking her ass as hard as he could, his balls slapping hard against her wet love mound.

I moved in front of Amber and sucked her tongue into my mouth.

"Do you like my husband's cock in your ass?"

"I love it! I fucking love it Rozzy! Oh fuck yea! Fuck my ass harder Tim! I want you to fuck my ass while Rozzy eats me!"

Tim laid on his back across the bed. Amber stood then squatted on his cock, taking all of it into her ass again. She impaled herself on his pole with speed and grace. With her legs spread wide open, I buried my face in her wet pussy, sucking her clit as she bounced on Tim's cock. Her pussy was as beautiful and delicious as I had remembered. I made long broad licks from Tim's balls, up Amber's slit, and occasionally stopped to suck on her swollen button.

"I'm about to cum Amber! I'm going to cum inside your ass!" Tim shouted.

"Fuck me more! I'm cumming too! Don't stop Rozzy!"

They both let out moans of sheer pleasure as Tim shot a huge load of sticky cum into Amber's ass while she climaxed. They were both breathing hard and sweating. Tim's cock slipped out of Amber's ass when she leaned back atop of him. He lightly rubbed her stomach and chest.

"Oh my god! That was amazing! His cum feels all warm and sticky inside me. I love it!"

"I knew you would," I said, all knowingly.

"Rozzy, you need to try this. Let me eat you while Tim fucks you."

"Ladies, I need a moment to recharge after that," Tim said catching his breath, "You two play together for a few minutes."

Amber smiled at me, laying on her side across the bed. I knew what she wanted. One of our favorite things to do years ago was tribbing. I moved closer, scissored our legs, grinding my pussy against hers. We ground into each other, savoring the wonderful sensation of our wetness against each other. I missed having her clit touch mine, it was a feeling like no other. I climaxed, making our pussies even more slick, Amber showed no signs of stopping. She humped furiously into me, crying out as she cummed. 

After she stopped, I crawled on top of her, straddling her face. Her long sexy tongue snaked it's way into my love tunnel. Each time she darted it inside me I ground my pelvis against her face. She was literally fucking me with her tongue.

"Oh God that feels so fucking good! I've missed that tongue. Keep fucking my pussy with your tongue Amberly!"

Lying on top of her, I inserted two of my fingers in her dripping sex. Her sweet pussy juices were flowing profusely. My fingers were so slick they slid in her with ease. Amber finger fucked me, getting her fingers slick from my pussy then pressing them inside my ass. She drilled my tight asshole, twisting her fingers as she sawed them in and out while licking my pussy. It felt orgasmic. I returned the favor, driving my fingers into her sphincter. It was still hot and sticky from Tim's cum. Little droplets came out as I fucked her ass with my fingers, falling to the bed.

When Amber pulled her fingers out of my ass, I felt the tip of Tim's cock enter my wet pussy. She sucked on my throbbing clit as Tim thrust into me, balls deep. She was right, this felt amazing!

"Oh fuck! I love the way you both are fucking me! Give it to me! Harder!"

Amber sucked my clit with more enthusiasm than she ever had. Tim fucked me as fast as he could, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me like a madman. The pleasure was electrifying.

As my climax approached, I let out a satisfying cry of ecstasy. I had the most pleasurable orgasm of my life. My eyes rolled in my head, I was short on breath, everything tingled. Amber continued lapping lightly at my pussy, ingesting all of my sweet nectar.

I climbed off of Amber, laying down on the bed next to her.

"This is incredible!" I said panting.

"I know!" Amber said excitedly, "There's so many new things I want to try! What should we try next?"

"Well aren't we excited?" I said, laughing at Amber.

"I have an idea," Tim said with a devilish grin on his face.

He crawled into the bed and laid on his back.

"Roz, you know how I love it when you ride me?"

"Yea," I nodded.

"And you know how I love it when you sit on my face right?"

I knew what he was getting at. "Oh, you're a naughty boy... and I like it!"

I climbed up on Tim's lap, with his cock between my ass cheeks.

"Amberly, straddle his head, facing towards me."

Her eyes lit up and she smiled big. She positioned her crotch right above Tim's face. I propped his hard dick up to the entrance of my pussy.

"Okay Amberly. Now on three. One, two, sit!"

Amber sat her delicious vagina on Tim's mouth at the same time my pussy slid all the way down his thick tool. He licked and sucked at her lips while I bounced up and down his cock.

"Isn't her pussy delicious babe?"

He responded with a loud muffled "mhmm."

"Oh fuck! Rozzy his tongue feels fantastic and I'm loving seeing you bounce on his cock!"

I really got into this. I reached out for Amber's breasts and squeezed them hard while I kept kneading my pussy on Tim's dick. Amber leaned forward and stuck that sexy tongue of hers in my mouth while tweaking my nipples.

Then something amazing happened. I felt another orgasm coming but I also felt Tim clinch up. He was close, too. With the way Amber was moaning into my mouth, I knew she wasn't far behind. Tim shot his second load of the night deep in my pussy, Amber and I both howled loudly like a couple banshees as we cummed.

We had all cummed. At the same time. It was heavenly.

Amber and I climbed off Tim's limp body and laid on the bed next to each other. Tim snuggled against me, still breathing heavily.

"Whew! I'm exhausted after all that," Amber said giggling, "I'm going to go to my room and hit the hay."

"No you're not, this is your bed now," I said demandingly.

"Really? I'm sorry, I'm just not used to all this."

Amber climbed back into bed and snuggled her naked body against mine. I wrapped my arm around her and Tim wrapped his around me. We just laid there, enjoying the moment.

"Rozzy?"

"Yes?"

"I think this is how things were meant to be, from the beginning."

"I think so too. I couldn't be happier."

"Me too," Tim agreed.

Exhausted and completely content I quickly fell asleep with my two lovers beside me.



Love Without Limits Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Life's Many Surprises

Three lives changed forever that night. Amber became part of our family. Tim and I made enough money so we convinced Amber to quit her job as a waitress. She happily made us all a gourmet dinner every night. It was her dream to be a chef after all.

Of course, the sex was incredible.

Months passed, it was a few weeks before my wedding anniversary. Tim and I usually went on a big trip for our anniversary. We discussed what we were going to do this year and Tim came up with a great idea. I was really excited to tell Amber about it.

While we were enjoying the dinner Amber prepared for us, Tim had an announcement to make: "I was thinking about our anniversary and I have an idea."

"Oh? What do you have planned?" Amber asked inquisitively.

"I was thinking Las Vegas."

"Wow that sounds awesome! How long will you two be gone?"

I leaned over towards Amber and whispered, "You're going too."

Amber jumped out of her chair. "Really?" she shouted.

"Duh! Of course you're going!" Tim joked.

"I just kind of figured this was a thing you two did alone."

"Which brings us to the point," I said, grabbing her hand, "We both feel you've been left out because we were married before you became part of the household."

"Well... kind of, but I've never had a problem with it," Amber said.

Tim moved beside her, holding her other hand.

"To be completely honest with you, Amber, ever since you've moved in, things have been different between you and I. You stopped being only my friend. You became someone I deeply and truly love."

She smiled, "That's so sweet Tim. I feel the same way about you, even if you are a man."

"We love you as much as we love each other," I said, getting teary eyed, "and. . . we have something we want to give you."

I got out of my chair and stood next to Tim.

"You ready?"

Tim took a deep breath, "Ready."

"Okay, what are you guys up to?" Amber asked questionably.

We reached into our pockets, pulling out a jewelry case. We opened them, revealing a platinum diamond ring in each case. Tim and I lowered to one knee, each taking one of her hands. We looked at each other, nodded, then looked up at her.

"Amber, will you marry us?" we both asked at the same time.

Amber's eyes lit up, her hands now covered her mouth. Tears of happiness overcame her, making her speechless. She had never expected anything like this.

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"

We took each ring and placed them on her ring fingers.

"I found a chapel in Las Vegas willing to do a ceremony," Tim said, "It would be unofficial legally, but to us it would be real, that's all that matters."

"I don't know what to say, you guys! I love you both so much!" Amber said, wiping away tears.

"We've only got two weeks to find you a dress. You better be ready to do some hardcore shopping," I said,trying to shake away my own tears.

"You're the one who's going to have trouble keeping up! I can't believe I'm getting married!"

I had never seen Amber so excited. She was bouncing off the walls all night. Even after we had a few drinks of her favorite champagne, she was still full of energy. That night's sexual celebration was especially pleasurable.

We arrived in Las Vegas two weeks later. At the chapel, we got ready in separate rooms. I was about done when I heard a knock on the door.

"Rozalin, everyone is ready when you are," the minister said through the door.

"Be there in five minutes!"

I looked in the mirror; my wedding dress still fit perfectly after all these years. A wonderful white gown with a four foot train that showed a little bit of leg and struggled to keep my boobs in check. I liked having a little sexy in my wedding.

I had done this before, but I was more nervous than the first time. I stood at the entrance to the chapel, music started, that was my cue.

I slowly walked down the aisle with my bouquet in hand. Tim stood at the altar, smiling widely at me. I made my way to him and took his hand.

"You look just as beautiful as the first time Roz."

"You're looking pretty handsome yourself stud," I teased

The music changed, it was Amber's cue.

I stared at her in awe as she came walking slowly down the aisle. Neither of us had seen her in the dress before the wedding. She looked absolutely stunning. Her white ball dress reminded me of prom. Her dark hair was done up in a tight bun and her bright brown eyes shone through her veil. When she reached us, we all joined hands.

The minister went through the usual spiel. Each of us had decided to use their own special vows, seemed more special that way. Tim was up first. He placed a ring on Amber's finger and my old wedding band back on my finger.

"With these rings, I give my heart and soul to each of you. I will be faithful to you and only you. You are my best friends. People I count on and trust. I will protect and provide for your every need until the day I die. Even in death, my love for you both will be eternal."

I was up next. I placed a ring on Amber's remaining ring finger and Tim's wedding band back on his finger.

"With these rings, I give you both my undying love. A love that cannot and will not ever fade; a love with the power to make anything possible. When you are feeling sad, it will raise your spirits; when you are feeling scared, it will give you courage; when you are feeling lost, it will give you wisdom. Above all else, you will never feel alone, for I will always love you. Forever."

They both smiled at me. Amber struggled to hold back hertears but she managed. Finally, she put the remaining rings on my last ring finger as well as Tim's.

"With these rings, I give you my trust, loyalty and eternal love. I will take care of you when you are healthy or sick, young or old, sane or crazy. I will always be there for the best of times and especially the worst of times. My love for you will shield you both from the harshness of the world and it will never, ever, falter."

We turned to the minister.

"The ring is a sacred symbol, a blessing, for it has no beginning or end. For those most fortunate to have two, it is testament to the fact that love has no limits. For love is infinite, absolute, and cannot be confined by the laws of man. By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now declare these three souls married. You may kiss the brides."

Tim lifted our veils and all three of us joyfully kissed.

We left the chapel, barely able to keep our hands off one another. On the way to our hotel, I gave Tim the best road head of his life. Fortunately, it wasn't far, we practically sprinted to our room.

The moment we entered our room we embraced, passionately kissing and feeling our bodies. As Tim and Amber locked lips, I unzipped Amber's gown and let it fall to the floor, revealing the sexy bridal lingerie underneath: white stockings with little bows attached to a garter belt, a lacy bra, and see through panties.

My hands traced every curve of her body while kissing the back of her neck. Her skin was as silky smooth as her stockings. I undid her bra so Tim could play with her breasts. With his hands on her chest, I moved my hands down to her perfectly shaped ass. She cooed as we massaged her body, front and back.

I started to unzip my gown but Amber stopped me.

"Leave it on. I want to savor my new wife in your dress."

Amber crawled under my wedding gown, her hands running up and down my legs. Tim pressed his mouth to mine, palming my tits through the dress.

Amber's tongue slithered its way up my thighs; she pulled down my panties with her teeth, ran her tongue up my leg again and straight for my pussy. She licked and sucked my clit expertly, making my knees weak.

I could not feel her tongue anymore, but heard a familiar slurping sound as Tim's facial expression changed. Amber was sucking his cock while still under my gown. She alternated between eating me and sucking him. I pulled my tits out of my dress so Tim could suck on my swollen nipples while Amber blew him.

Amber finally came out from under my gown, pushed me down on the bed, and pulled me to the edge. Tim grabbed my leg and licked toward my crotch as Amber did the same to my other leg. With a leg on each of their shoulders I felt two tongues lashing at my wet pussy: one darting inside me while the other licked my clit. I screamed in delight, orgasming loudly, they continued lapping up my juices.

Amber stood, smiled, and said, "I have a surprise for you both. I'll be right back." She grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom.

Tim and I were horny and didn't feel like waiting. I got off the bed, yanked down his pants with a quick jerk, pushed him onto the bed and mounted him. I bounced up and down his pole. His thrusts met perfectly with my rhythm, sending me into a cock frenzy. I rode him as fast as I could, making the bed squeak.

We had been going at it for ten minutes when we heard the clopping of heels.

"You two are sure having fun. Mind if I join?"

Tim and I looked in awe to see the sexy goddess of latex behind us. Gone was the innocent bridal lingerie. Instead we were treated to black thigh-high latex boots that laced the entire length of her legs and had six inch platform heels. She wore a matching black latex bustier laced across her breasts, and black latex gloves. Her raven colored hair was in a pony tail, and she sported a devilishly sexy smile. Most intriguing, however was the ten inch strap-on attached at her crotch.

Tim and I had stopped completely, staring at Amber breathlessly.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"Uh huh," is all Tim could say.

"I love it!" I replied excitedly.

"Do you now?" she said, walking slowly towards us, criss-crossing her legs and swaying her hips. She pulled my hair, jerking my head back, and lightly touched my chin with her latex covered hand.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and our husband is going to help," she whispered into my ear. "You want me to fuck your ass don't you?"

Her commanding presence got me hot and horny. Amber had dominate moods during our sex when we were younger, but this was on a whole new level.

"Yes mistress," I replied, playing into her game.

She smiled wickedly, "Good answer."

She then turned to Tim, "You're going to help me fuck our wife, but you don't get to cum until I say so. If you do, this plastic cock is going in your ass. Understand?"

Tim's eyes widened, "Y-yes, mistress," he responded.

As Amber grabbed a bottle of lubricant, I ground down on Tim's cock again. I eagerly awaited what Amber had in store for me. She applied lube to her finger and swirled it lightly around my tight rosebud. Her latex covered finger felt so wonderful on my sphincter.

I felt the tip of her plastic cock touch my asshole. I gasped loudly as she slowly slipped the head in, stretching my ass to accommodate her. Tim's thick cock stretching my pussy, made my ass extra tight. It was painful at first but Amber allowed me some time to relax and adjust. She inched in, little by little, until all of the huge strap-on was inside me.

Having both of my lovers inside me felt incredible. They slowly began to piston in and out of both my holes. The pain of being stretched was gone, I was as if possessed. The more I moaned, the faster they went, and the more I wanted.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder mistress!" I cried.

"You heard her, fuck Rozzy harder!" she ordered.

"I can feel you on my cock, mistress. It feels so good!" Tim said breathing heavily.

"You better not cum if you know what's good for you!" Amber yelled, continuing to pound my ass.

They both fucked me as fast as they could, pumping both of my holes full of cock.

"Yes! Yes!!! Fuck your little fuckslut bride! Fuck me more! I want more!" I shouted.

Amber then slapped my ass with such force it made a loud echoing crack. Tim squeezed and sucked on my tits as they bounced in his face.

"Yes! That's it! Pull my hair and spank my ass again!"

Tim reached around and slapped one side of my ass and Amber slapped the other. She grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled, arching my back. She nibbled on the back of my neck and put her other hand on my left breast, pinching my nipple.

I was entranced with a mix of pain and orgasmic pleasure. I had orgasm after orgasm as they fucked me. I cummed so much, I became light headed, collapsing on Tim.

"Are you okay, Roz?" Tim asked, concerned.

"Never better," I smiled. I was baffled he hadn't yet cum, but I guess Amber had given him good reason not to.

I rolled off of Tim, catching my breath. I look over to see Amber unhook her plastic friend, letting it fall to the floor. Her latex bustier was crotchless. She climbed on Tim with her back towards him and squatted down on his rock hard cock. He had never before been in her pussy without a condom. She had started birth control pills a month earlier, so we had little to worry about.

She bounced on his cock hungrily. By some miracle I got a second wind and sat up to see his cock thrusting inside her.

"Rozzy, come eat my pussy!"

She commanded and I obeyed. I sucked on her clit as his cock pounded her insides. Her pussy was so wet she was dripping down on Tim's balls, which I took the opportunity to lick clean.

"Yes! Eat your mistress wife just like that! Both of you, make your mistress cum!"

I licked up Tim's cock as it slammed into her pussy, matching the speed of his thrusts. Licking the underside of his cock and her slit at the same time caused their moans to become much louder.

"Oh God I'm cumming! Cum now Tim! Fill me up with your cum!" Amber cried loudly as she climaxed.

It took all of three seconds for him to shoot load after load of hot sticky cum inside her. His semen oozed out around his cock, still buried inside of her.

Not being one to pass up this opportunity, I sucked on Amber's cum coated clit. It was the first time I had tasted both of their fluids together. I drank her sperm lined pussy to the last drop and sucked his cock clean. The sweet, salty, bitter, and musky mix was intoxicating. I leaned to Amber, driving my tongue in her mouth, giving her a taste of herself mixed with our new husband.

"My God that tastes good! I have to try that next time!"

She rolled off Tim onto her back. I slipped off my gown and snuggled between them. We just lay there completely content, staring at the ceiling.

"I didn't know you had it in you Amberly," I said, "It was like you became someone else."

"I'm kind of surprised myself," she giggled, "I remember how much you liked the strap-on and how much Tim liked lingerie so I just combined them with my own fantasy. Sorry if I went overboard."

"Go overboard any time you wish, mistress," Tim said, "but not cumming in Roz was harder than doing Chinese algebra while walking a tight-rope."

We all laughed.

"Sweetie, I wasn't actually going to put it in your butt if you had."

"Oh now you tell me!" he grumbled as Amber and I rolled around on the bed laughing.

"This is the beginning of the rest of our lives together," Tim said, "I think we're off to a great start."

Exhausted, we quickly drifted off to sleep.

The rest of our Las Vegas trip was filled with glamorous stage shows, gambling, and upscale strip clubs. When we got home getting back into the swing of normal daily routine was difficult considering we had just had the best time of our lives. Married life had gotten so much better.

It was about to get even better.

Almost two months had passed since we were married. Tim and I returned home from another uneventful day of work to find our wife Amber sitting on the sofa with her face in her hands.

"Amberly what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"Oh you're both home. I um... have something to tell you. Well, you know how I've been kind of sick here lately... it's...well..."

"Well out with it! You're starting to scare me," I shouted.

She reached down to the coffee table and handed me group of three pregnancy tests all of which had a little "+" sign.

"You're pregnant?" I shouted.

"No fucking way! Really? I thought you were on the pill?" Tim said, shocked.

Amber nodded, "I am, but apparently your little swimmers didn't seem to care."

Tim laughed and smiled, "This is great news! We have to celebrate!"

Amber turned to me, she noticed I had started to cry.

"Rozzy... I know you wanted to have a baby more than anyone so... how do you feel about this?"

"Am I dreaming? Am I finally going to be a mom?" I responded through waves of tears.

"Yes Rozzy, you are!" Amber said holding me tightly, "You're going to be the best mom a baby could ask for."

It was time to tell our families about the baby and our new relationship. Amber's parents were really excited and happy for us. They have always been so supportive of her. I wish the same could be said of Tim's parents. 

When we told them of our joint marriage, Tim's father called it "an abomination of God". Then we told them of the baby and his mother said they want nothing to do with a "child born of sin". Their blind hatred sent Tim into a rage I've never seen before.

"How dare you call my family an abomination! All my life you've told me to do whatever makes me happy. When I'm finally at a point where I'm happy you can't support me because of your own beliefs? If you can't be happy for me then stay the hell away from me and my family!"

When we returned home from his parent's house, Tim was very quiet. After giving him some time to calm down at his computer, Amber and I decided to try to talk to him.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" I asked.

Tim sighed deeply, "Yea I'm fine. I just wish the world wasn't so judgmental."

"You get used to it after a while," Amber said, "I've been dealing with it all my life."

"At least your parents accept your lifestyle"

"If they didn't, I would tell them to fuck off like you did your parents."

I felt guilty, "I'm so sorry Tim, I feel like this is all my fault. I know this isn't what you signed on for when we got married. You've always been so good to me, sometimes too good to me. I just wish-"

"Don't apologize because of their intolerance Roz," Tim interrupted, "I would gladly sacrifice anything to be with my wives and my baby. This is my family, who accepts me for all that I am. Neither of you have ever judged me for what I enjoy or for what I believe in. My parents have never taken an interest in me. They've always wanted me to live their way, not my way. Hell, they were the ones who set me up with my ex, and she ended up cheating on me. The only explanation she gave me was that I was 'too needy'."

Amber let out a loud chuckle, "You? Needy? Was she high or stupid?"

"Both," I replied.

"When I was with her I did everything for her. I cooked, I cleaned, I fed her stupid fucking horses. All I wanted was for someone to gave a damn about me. I thought she did, but I was wrong. Her leaving me was the best thing she ever did for me. At the time however, I felt destroyed. I fell into a deep depression, one I never would have made it out of if it wasn't for you."

"I practically had to yell at you to get you to say hi to me," I said.

"That's because I didn't want to be acknowledged. I figured I'd rather be alone than be hurt again."

"When I first saw you, you looked so sad, so pitiful. Always staring at the floor. I wanted to cheer you up, to become your friend. I was determined to piece you back together because I knew you were special. Eventually, I feel in love with you. I stayed persistant, hoping you'd ask me out. After nine months I was about to give up, but you finally asked me."

Tim smiled at me, "Do you remember our first date?"

I smiled, "Of course! We were the only one's dumb enough to go see a movie in an ice storm. You offered to drive me home because the roads were bad but I refused."




Love Without Limits Ch. 04



"You were stubborn even back then. Remember what I bought you?"

I nodded, "Eleven red roses. When I asked why eleven, you told me that I was the prettiest in the dozen."

"It was corny I know."

"It was not! It was a very sweet thing to say."

Tim then turns to Amber, "Roz also lead me to you Amber. I love you just as much. We're going to be great parents who will shower this child with more love and affection than they bargained for."

Amber and I gave Tim a big hug.

I smiled, "Guess it's us against the world."

*** *** ***

Another surprise came a few months after Amber's big announcement. It was on a weekend and we were feeling lazy that day watching some TV when we heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Tim said getting off the couch.

He opened the door, I thought I heard a familiar voice. An unpleasant voice.

Tim came back into the living room, "Roz, there is a sickly old man at the door claiming to be your father."

"What?! What could he possibly want?"

"That mother fucker is not welcome here!" Amber shouted, "If he starts anything I'll kill him!"

"Calm down Miss Hormones. Let me see what he wants."

The pins and needles feeling I had whenever I was home as a child had suddenly made its way back. I nervously opened the door to see a man I barely recognized as my father. He had lost all his hair and apparently needed a cane.

"What are you doing here?" I shouted.

"It's good to see you again," he said.

"Cut the shit! What do you want?"

"Listen Rozalin, please don't shut the door in my face. I won't take up much of your time. Can we sit down here on the porch?"

"Suit yourself, but I'll stand."

He sat down on one of the lawn chairs and became short on breath.

"As you may have noticed, I'm not doing so good. I've been diagnosed with liver cancer."

"Am I supposed to give a shit? Because I don't," I said coldly.

He let out a small chuckle, "Always the smart ass, but I deserve it."

"You've drunk like a fish ever since I've known you and you're surprised you have liver cancer?"

"I can't deny that. I am sober now though, for over two years. Too little too late I know."

"Do you want a cookie?" I asked sarcastically.

"Look Rozalin, I'm not here because I want your forgiveness or your pity. I don't deserve either. I was a horrible father and I will be paying for that sin here soon enough."

He looked up at me and for the first time, I saw tears in his eyes.

"I'm here because there was something I wanted to tell you before I died. It's about your mother."

The confusion as to why he would come all this way to talk about my mother had oddly peaked my interest. He never talked about Mom. Ever.

"What about her? You told me she left after I was born."

"That's only partially true. She didn't leave. She died, in the delivery room. The doctors told her there were complications with the pregnancy and one or both of you would die if she went into labor. She ignored their advice to terminate the pregnancy."

I saw my mother in a new light. My whole life I had thought she had abandoned me, but she had given her life, to give me life.

"I loved your mother more than life itself. I was lost without her. Only by drinking was I able to numb the pain but it never went away. In time, I committed the biggest sin of my life and took her death out on you. I'm sorry for what I did, for what it is worth."

He struggled to stand up, made it to the bottom of the porch steps.

"That's all I wanted to say. I can rest in peace now."

I stood there dumbfounded as my father hobbled his way to his car.

"Dad?"

He slowly turned around. He had a slight smile on his face, since it had been the first time he heard me call him "Dad" since I was a little girl.

"Her name? What was her name?"

"Ariel," he replied. He got into his car and drove off.

Not long after that we had read in the newspaper that the church that Tim's family attends had burned down. 

"Tim come look at this!" I said, "Didn't you go to school there?"

He looked at the article, his face looked so sad.

"Yes I did. It was a good school. We have to help them rebuild."

"Help them rebuild?" Amber asked, "The people who go there are probably the same ones who spray painted "Sinners" across our front windows weeks ago."

"That's not the point Amber, this is about the kids who attend school there. We can't hold it against them."

"They are likely not to accept help from us, you know this right?" I said.

"Look, I'm doing this with or without you guys. Either way, I'm going there to offer my help in rebuilding. My vocational degree in carpentry should be more than enough to convince them."

I smiled at Tim, I've never seen such determination in his eyes before.

"We'll come with you," I said, "We'll do whatever you ask."

When we arrived at the site, the entire building was in ruins. Nothing but ash and fallen stone could be seen where once stood a well built church. There was a crowd of people, all chipping in to help clean up the wreckage. As we approached, we passed Tim's parents who were overseeing some of the crew.

"Dad, where is Father James?"

Giving no vocal reply, he simply pointed further down the site.

We walked up to Father James who immediately recognized Tim.

"Hi Father James, how are things going?" Tim asked.

"Not bad all things considered. No one was hurt thank the Lord. I'm still not sure what to do about the rest of the school year."

"About that," Tim said, "I want to help rebuild the school. I've learned so much from this place that I want to give back. I have a vocational degree in carpentry which I'm sure would be of use here."

"That's very kind of you Tim, we could use the extra help. Unfortunately what we need most is the funds to rebuild. The insurance will cover the building expenses but that still leaves all the desks, books, and everything else."

I looked over at Tim, I could tell his heart ached for this place. 

Father James looked over at Amber and myself, "So you must be Tim's wives."

I was shocked that a complete stranger knew about our arrangement. Then again, Tim's family wasn't known for keeping quiet.

"Um, yes. I'm Rozalin and this is Amber."

"Very nice to meet you Father." Amber said.

"So you... know about us?" Tim asked.

"This is a small town Tim. Word travels fast. What you decide to do is between you and God. Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do according to His good pleasure."

"Phil 2:12," Tim said.

"I see you still remember, you always were a great student."

"Father James, we'd like to donate some money to your cause," I said. 

"That's very generous of you all. We have a collection box set up in the tent over there."

I looked at Tim, he was smiling at my willingness to help them. I was so proud to call him my husband. I wanted to make him just as proud of me.

"I want to hand you a check, if that is alright?"

I reached into my purge and filled out a check. When I handed it to Father James his eyes widened.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes I'm sure. You don't have to say where you got it. I know you have an image to uphold but we want you to have this. Make this school better than it ever was. It helped shape Tim into the man he is today, for which I am extremely thankful for."

"Your words are too kind Rozalin. You and your family will always be welcome here. I will let your generosity be known throughout our church. We are all the Lord's children after all."

"Thank you Father James," I said.

We went back to our truck to grab some of Tim's tools.

"So how much did you give him Roz?" Tim asked.

"Five thousand"

"Five thousand?!" he shouted with a smile on his face. 

"We have plenty in savings. This seems like something you really want to do."

Tim picked me up off the ground, hugging me tightly.

"Thank you Roz!"

*** *** ***

Several months later I got a call at work, Amber had gone into labor. I ran to Tim's department and told him. We sprinted out the door and sped off in our car.

"For fuck sake Tim drive faster! Drive it like you stole it!"

"I'm trying, alright?" he shouted.

We got home in record time and carried Amber to the car. When we got to the hospital, the nurses rushed her to the delivery room. They tried to remove one of us from the room claiming they didn't have the space, they gave up after I threatened them with bodily harm.

"You're doing great Amberly, just keep breathing," I said comforting her. The grip she had on my arm was extremely painful.

"Guys, I can't do this! It hurts so much!" Amber said, panicking.

"It's a little late for that now, don't you think?" Tim said.

"This is all your fault!" Amber shouted at him.

"My fault?" he shouted, "you're the one who jumped my bones as I recall!"

"Will you two calm down?" I yelled, putting them in line.

The doctor came into the room, lifted up Amber's gown, examining her.

"She's ready to go. Did you know beforehand if it was a boy or girl?" the doctor asked.

"No, we wanted it to be a surprise," Tim said, "we had an ultrasound done but told them not to tell us."

"Okay Amber I need you to take three deep breaths followed by a big push. Ready?"

"No I'm not ready!"

"Amber you got this," Tim said, "Grab my arm."

Amber clutched his arm like she was holding for dear life.

"We're all here for you Amberly. You're almost there. A few minutes and it will be over."

Gaining some courage, Amber smiled. "Thanks you guys. I'm ready."

She took three big breaths and pushed, letting out an eardrum piercing scream.

"Again Amber," The doctor said.

Again she took deep breaths and pushed. I thought she was going to break my arm.

"You're doing great Amberly, keep going!" I said giving her much needed encouragement.

She pushed really hard and we heard the sound of a baby crying.

"There we go, well done Amber. Well, it's a boy," the doctor said handing the baby to the nurse for cleanup.

"Yes! Yes!!" Tim shouted, "Finally balance has been restored in our house!"

Before I could get too excited Amber let out another blood curdling scream.

"It... it still hurts... guys..."

"Doctor what's wrong?!" I asked alarmed.

"Well she still has afterbirth to... oh my."

He stopped in mid sentence. My adrenaline was pumping. I feared something was terribly wrong.

"What? What!" Tim and I shouted.

"Well you wanted to be surprised, so here's the surprise; Amber you're having twins."

Amber about jumped out of the bed, "What? Twins!"

Tim and I looked at each other completely dumbfounded. No wonder her belly looked so huge during her final months of pregnancy.

"It's alright Amber, you're doing just fine. Same as before, three deep breaths and push."

Two more pushes and another sound of crying filled the room.

"And it's a beautiful baby girl," the doctor said once again handing the baby to the nurse.

We were all relieved that Amber had stopped screaming. She was still breathing heavily and I wiped the sweat from her face with a cold wash cloth.

The doctor stood and said, "You'll need a few stitches but everything appears normal. We will keep you here a few days for observation. Congratulations to you all."

The doctor shook Tim's hand and then mine, and left the room.

The nurse returned, handing the babies to Amber. Staring at them for the first time I realized they were the most beautiful babies I'd ever seen.

"They are adorable!" Amber said with tears of joy.

"Yes they are, you two make beautiful babies," I said.

I then turned to Tim, "So much for your balance in the household."

Tim reached down, grabbing our son into his arms, "It was great while it lasted, huh little guy?"

Amber smiled, looking at me, "Rozzy, come hold your daughter."

"Don't you want to hold her? You did all the work, you should be the one to hold her. Besides, I don't see Tim letting go of our son any time soon."

"I'm exhausted Rozzy, there's plenty of time to cuddle with them later."

I picked the sweet innocent baby from Amber arms. She was beautiful with bright brown eyes and dark puffs of hair. She looked up at me for a few moments then closed her eyes, completely content. I guess Amber wasn't the only who was exhausted.

"Rozzy, I want you to name her."

"Huh? But why?"

"Rozzy, I may have given birth but they are just as much your children as they are mine. It's you who has always wanted a baby and it's you who holds this family together. I feel you should have that honor."

What she said touched me, I instantly started crying.

"What about our son?" Tim asked, "I like the name Charles."

"I like it! It sounds like royalty," Amber giggled, "what do you think Rozzy?"

I looked over at the baby boy curled up in a ball in Tim's arms, "Charles it is."

I stood there, holding my daughter, thinking about my long journey. None of it would have been possible without one person's sacrifice; my mother. Though she paid the ultimate price to give me life, I would have done the same for this child.

"Ariel. Her name is Ariel."

All the events of our lives, the good, the bad, had lead us to this moment. The lives of these two children are a miracle.

Some people think the way we live our lives is wrong or immoral. Several people at work have harassed Tim, calling him a polygamist like it was such a horrible thing. There were even those who make the ridiculous assumption that Amber and I were forced into marriage. Whenever I mention I have a husband and a wife, I'm met with ridicule for being bi-sexual, but also for also having multiple spouses.

People have perceptions of right and wrong; they tend to be close-minded towards the things they don't understand. If three people can cast aside their own perception of love, accept love without limits, maybe in time the rest of the world can accept it too.