24 comments/ 8876 views/ 5 favorites Roger By: encore769 After getting a lot of encouragement from many others, I have decided to write about another time I "ventured out". This was someone I met and got involved with several years ago. I was a little reluctant at first but got to enjoy his company and giving him pleasure. I have since learned to receive my own pleasure and satisfaction when I give and please others. Your comments would be appreciated. ***** My husband and I had gone to a party given by some friends. While we were there we ran into a couple that we had met before. She is sort of a prude and not someone I would spend a lot of time with. He on the other hand was very outgoing and friendly, especially to me. His name was Roger and although he engaged my hubby in conversation, he kept looking at me and giving me compliments. It was all flattering and I did flirt back with him. On two occasions, during the party, we had a chance to talk alone, besides giving me some very welcome compliments on my looks, he also hinted some overt propositions. I guess because I had flirted with him and didn't show disapproval in his attention, he became rather frank. He commented me on my dress and my cleavage, leaving no doubt as to what he was thinking. He said that he liked me and would like to get together sometime, maybe for coffee or a drink. I graciously accepted one of his business cards and said that maybe I would. When we parted, I felt his hand brush against my ass. Near the end of the party we had another moment alone, this time in addition to reminding me to give him a call, he pulled me close and whispered that he thought I was a very sexy and appealing lady. This time, his hand rested on my ass and I felt very titillated. Even though I was intrigued by him I really had no intention to call as I thought he was truly a womanizer. After a week or so, he was pretty much out of my mind when he called. Fortunately my hubby wasn't home. On the phone he was more than charming, pouring out wonderful compliments until I finally agreed to meet him for coffee. We met at a small restaurant in the next town. Wanting to be fairly conservative I simply wore slacks and a smart blouse. Conversation was nice, we talked about family and other mundane things. Much of the time his hand was caressing my leg and it made me feel a bit uncomfortable hoping no one I knew would see us. Because of the way he looked at me and his way of talking, he also made me feel anxious, maybe even excited, remembering his previous charismatic innuendos. When we got outside to my car, he suggested that we sit and talk some more. By this time I was feeling more relaxed and was beginning to enjoy his company. The console was between us but he put his arm around me and pulled me close and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I don't think I was very shocked because we started kissing some more. I don't remember we talked much when he began touching my breasts through my blouse. I'm sure I was starting to feel excited with the situation and his touch because I didn't try to stop his hands. Squeezing my tits and nipples gave me nice tingles thru my whole body. Next thing I knew, he had my blouse unbuttoned and open, telling me how wonderful I looked and caressing my breasts through my thin bra. I remember being a little self-conscious being half exposed and fondled in the middle of the parking lot so when he suggested me move, I agreed. He told me to drive to a little nearby park and we parked near some trees. We got into the backseat and started kissing. He was a very good kisser and I was feeling very aroused by the attention. By this time, my blouse was off and my bra was undone. He pulled me down on him and was kissing and sucking my tits and nibbling on my hard nipples. It's hard to explain my feelings but I was in some sort of aroused trance. I felt him pushing his hips and hardon into me and I pushed back feeling him pressing into my pussy. At first, his hands were on my ass then he pushed them into my slacks, sliding it down and starting squeeze my bare flesh. I know he could tell how excited he was making me feel because I was moaning. After a while we had to stop, it was very cramped in the backseat. When we sat up we kissed a lot more, he put my hand on his crotch and told me to unzip him. Having to reason not to, I did as he asked and pulled out his cock. He wasn't the biggest cock I had ever seen but bigger than my husband's, it was hard and looked beautiful. With his hand on my head, I started licking and sucking him, taking in as much as I could. It wasn't long before he came. Some went into my mouth but a lot went on his belly and I licked it up. It was a strange but exciting feeling laying half naked with my head and mouth next to this man's half hard cock. I got up on my knees to suck him hard again and he started playing with my tits and fingering my ass and pussy. I might have come but we saw a car pull into the parking lot and we had to stop. We climbed over the seat, I wasn't very lady like, but he didn't let me pull up my pants or put on my bra. I drove us back while he fondled my tits and played with my wet pussy. After kissing goodbye I promised to meet him again. I left feeling very happy, satisfied and wet. Even though we didn't fuck, I knew that we probably would the next time and that excited me. When I got home, I masturbated. Roger was a true flirt but he made me feel like a very sexy and appreciated woman. Roger and Anna Roger was an only child, but for most of his life, his cousin Annabelle was essentially his sister. They were born only a few days apart, and lived just a few blocks away from each other for years and years. Though he felt slightly bad about it, Roger had always harbored a secret lust for Anna. As they grew older, his lust grew accordingly. By the time they were nineteen, he sometimes felt embarrassed when he looked at her. She was short, maybe five foot four inches, and skinny, with small breasts. She had bright green eyes, like himself, and blonde hair that hung past her shoulders. Her skin always seemed to have the perfect tan, which only brightened her eyes. Her nose was a beautiful little button. Roger himself was just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and rakishly cut black hair. He was well built and strong, having worked out as a hobby throughout high school, although he never played any sports, and lacked the grace and self-assuredness of an athlete. He was sure that Anna had caught his glances at her, and on a few occasions he caught her staring at him, with an odd look in her eyes. They attended the same college, but rarely saw each other, as their schedules were different. After their freshman year, during the summer, Roger found himself with an excess of time and money after leaving his job for a few weeks. At first the long, quiet days were pleasant, sitting around doing nothing. Then they became boring, and he decided to change things up. He mentioned his plans to Anna one day, while she was over for lunch. "I was thinking," he said, "of heading up to my parents' cabin for a few days." Anna looked at him curiously. "Oh yeah?" she asked. It was hot, and she wore a simple tank-top and shorts. A damp triangle rested between her breasts. "Yeah, maybe do some fishing, swimming, that sort of thing." "Hmm," said Anna. "That sounds pretty good." Roger suddenly blushed slightly. "Would you, ah, like to come?" he asked her. He always enjoyed her company, and it would get lonely all by himself at the cabin. "Yeah," she answered. "It'll be fun." She grinned at Roger, and he blushed a little more, but grinned back. The drive up to the cabin by the lake was uneventful, and the weather was excellent. When they arrived, Anna wasted no time. As soon as she was out of the car, she pulled her shirt and shorts off, revealing a small bathing suit underneath. Roger's face turned a deep red, and he was surprised to feel his cock stiffening in his shorts. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked her nervously. "Going for a swim," she said, and smiled devilishly. "Wanna come?" Roger, all too aware of his erection, shook his head. "No, I'm gonna unpack our things. When I'm done I'll come down, I think." Anna smiled wider. "Okay!" she said. She turned and ran down to the pier, and dove off the end into the water. Roger removed their bags from the back of his truck and headed into the cabin. He placed his things in the smaller bedroom, remembering how when he and Anna were younger and their parents would all come here, the two of them would share this room. One year he had walked in on her changing, and instead of laughing about it like they both would have when they were younger, they were both horribly embarrassed, and never shared the room again. He moved on and placed Anna's bags in the master bedroom, which was larger and nicer. From the window of that room, he could see down to the water. Anna swam skillfully, gliding through the water with ease. Her long blonde hair clung to her skin, and her nipples were visible through her soaked top. Roger watched, fascinated, for a few seconds, then blushed and turned away. His erection was growing again, and he willed it to stop. After a moment his cock softened, and he went back downstairs to the kitchen, to fill the fridge with the supplies they'd brought. After a while Roger headed down to the pier, having resolved to join Anna, mostly in an effort to convince himself that he didn't feel that way about her. She treaded water near the pier and watched him. He stood watching her for a few moments, lost in himself. Anna broke into his reverie. "Well?" she said. Roger started. "What? Oh." Sheepishly, he fumbled about with the hem of his shirt, and then removed it. He leapt off the pier and cannonballed into the water. Anna was thrust a few feet away by the impact, and she laughed at him. They swam for an hour or so, wrestling about, trying to drown each other as everybody does. They raced across the small lake, like they'd done as kids. Eventually they tired out, and pulled themselves onto the pier, where they lay catching their breath. Roger's eyes seemed to move of their own accord over Anna's body, but he did little to stop them. Suddenly, she rolled up onto her side, and regarded him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked suddenly. Roger was taken aback. "That's an odd question." "I'm just wondering." "Well, no, I don't. I sort of had one a few months ago, but I guess we broke up." Anna frowned. "That's no good," she said. Roger shook his head. "I guess not." That night, they ate a simple dinner of a frozen pizza and some beer Roger's dad had given them. They talked about their school experiences and all the friends they'd met. When they were done, they moved over to the couch, where Anna insisted on watching a movie she'd brought. Roger rolled his eyes at the cover of the movie, which featured a bumbling English man who seemed to be in every one of these movies, and some vacant actress with a small acting range. Initially he resisted, but Anna pouted at him, and suddenly his resolve vanished. While she started the movie, he made popcorn, and then joined her on the couch. When the movie started, they sat nearly on different ends of the couch. Roger noticed, however, that Anna seemed to be moving closer. By the time the movie was halfway done -- felt like forever to Roger, the movie was so boring and predictable -- she was sitting right next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and her legs were curled up underneath her. Suddenly her right hand drifted onto his thigh, and Roger blushed. He'd noticed throughout their short trip that she had been looking at him differently, especially when he told her he didn't have a girlfriend. Anna's hand idly caressed his thigh, and Roger's waning attention to the movie ceased altogether. She stretched her body up, and kissed him on the neck. Roger recoiled slightly, and opened his mouth to try and say something, despite very much enjoying what she was doing. He was sure she could see his erection, even in the low light of the den. Before he could speak, she leaned further in, and kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue quickly found his and began exploring him. Roger's left arm snaked itself around her back and he pulled her closer. Anna's hand slid across his thigh and grasped his rigid cock, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. She squeezed him gently, delighting in his squirming. Without separating her mouth from his, she unfolded her legs and slung one across his lap, pulling herself over and coming to rest on his crotch. Roger's erection pressed into her groin, and she grinded lightly against him as they kissed. They stayed this way for a while, tongues playing in each others' mouths, moaning quietly. After a bit, Anna leaned back, crossed her arms, and lifted her shirt over her head. She wore no bra, and her small but firm breasts bounced slightly. Her nipples were small and perfect, pink in contrast to her tanned flesh. She leaned back in and kissed Roger again, and then slid off his lap. Resting on her knees between his legs, she grasped the waistband of his shorts. Roger raised his butt off the couch and she pulled his shorts and boxers off. His stiff prick sprung out, swaying slightly and throbbed almost imperceptibly. Roger was struck by a sudden sense of guilt. "Anna—" he began, but she cut him off, deftly placing her lips around the head of his cock. In an instant, his guilt vanished. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, as she slowly slid her mouth down the shaft, swallowing nearly all of it before backing off. His member glistened with her saliva. She looked him directly in the eyes as she slid down around him again, this time gently pressing the tip of her nose against him. Her tongue slipped out past her lips and gently caressed his scrotum. Roger's whole body tingled. He had received blowjobs before, but Anna clearly had practice. She kept his cock buried in her throat as she worked all her muscles, massaging it. Roger's shirt was nearly soaked with sweat now, and he removed it. Anna reached up and stroked his chest, softly pinching his nipples. She continued sucking his cock for long minutes, working her way up, down and around, eliciting groans from Roger. Finally she stopped, and stood up. Roger's prick was hard as steel. Anna slid her shorts down, wiggling her hips and dropping them to the floor. She took a few steps forward, and straddled Roger. She leaned against him, pressing her tits into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. The tip of his cock brushed against her wet, unshaven pussy. Roger quivered, and so did Anna. After a few minutes, Anna sat back and raised her hips. She reached behind herself and grabbed the shaft of Roger's cock, placing the tip within her folds. Her juices dripped down his dick. She let go and it stayed, planted slightly in her. Leaning forward but keeping her hips in place, she kissed Roger on the mouth again, and then slid her hips down, engulfing his steely erection completely. Roger reached around her and placed a hand on each half of her soft, round butt, grasping her firmly. Anna twisted and squirmed around him, squeezing him in waves with her cunt. Roger lifted her gently, and she slid slowly up his shaft, stopping just beneath the head, squeezing hard and creating a sort of suction. She moved back down and ground her clit against him. Their lips remained locked together. Anna moved up and down his dick faster and faster, rotating slightly in one direction on the down stroke, the other on the up. Roger separated his lips from hers and leaned forward, taking a pencil-eraser sized nipple in his mouth. He nibbled it gently, and Anna moaned louder. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat and she rose up on his shaft, stopping briefly at the top. Then she grunted and slammed down on him, grinding her clit hard against him. Roger felt Anna's pussy spasm, as she came on his cock. Her eyes were shut tight, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her muscles tightened and released, tightened and released on him, and fluids soaked him. His arms slid up, one wrapping itself around her waist, the other reaching up across her back and grabbing her shoulder. He pulled her hard against himself, thrust a few more times, and then came explosively, in the midst of her orgasm. His hips bucked reflexively as he shot rope after rope of his come into her, while she continued to grind her clit against him, riding it out. Finally, after what seemed like forever, their orgasms subsided. Anna collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. After a few moments Roger's still-twitching cock deflated and withdrew, trailing a line of jizz and Anna's juices. They lay over onto the couch and Anna twisted around, resting her back against his chest, and pulled his arm over her, like a blanket. They slept that way, their legs intertwined, each smiling faintly. They awoke the next morning in the same position, Roger's arm wrapped around Anna's chest. One of his legs draped over hers, pulling them back and pressing her butt into his groin. Roger felt that he should say something, anything, about what they did that night, but Anna preempted him by turning her head and kissing him. She wiggled against him, and he was surprised to find his cock already half engorged. He quickly grew harder as she moved and continued to kiss him. Roger moved his hips slightly, sliding his cock up and down along Anna's firm ass. She spread her legs apart and as he slid down, his member poked between her thighs, sliding along her moistening cunt. Her lips moved along his shaft, and she tightened her legs, squeezing him, and grinding him against her clit. Roger reached around her hips and caressed her pubis, pulling slightly on the short, curly blonde hairs. Anna moved her hips faster and faster, her breath quickening. Roger thrust faster, too, and then Anna moaned and bit his lip. He could feel her pussy quivering as she got herself off, grinding on his erection. Finally it subsided, but she didn't stop moving. She spread her legs and reached down, and at the end of one stroke she pushed the head of his cock into her. Roger took over, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back into him. Roger thrust his hips steadily, all the while playing with her clit. Anna kissed him fiercely, and he knew he wouldn't last for very long. He increased his speed, determined to get his cousin off again. He slammed his cock into her again and again, and her eyes lolled in her head and her chest flushed. Roger felt her orgasm, and it triggered his own. He came harder than he had the night before, his hips spasming as he flooded her cunt. After a few minutes, they both finished, panting and covered with sweat. They were silent for a few moments, and then Anna spoke. "I don't feel like doing anything today," she said. "Do you?" Roger shook his head. "Nah, not really. This is fine." Anna nodded, and they both dozed off. Roger and Jane They were actually going at it in the bushes. We'd gotten to the picnic early and set up the barbecue. The rest of the employees, having arrived pretty much on time, were socializing and drinking and having a gay old time. As third man in the company of Silver and Silver Mfg., that is Benjamin and Rodney Silver, I was the barbecue man of choice. At S&S we manufacture a plethora of household goods, mostly electrical appliances. It wasn't all me of course doing the cooking, I was a high mucky-muck in the company; so I did enlist the help of Jim Conroy, our sales manager and Mary Cousins, our HRO chief; still, again, in point of fact the barbecue pit was traditionally my very own fiefdom at these get togethers which was fine with me. Jane, my wife of fifteen years, and I always arrived at these dos early and today was no exception. Jane was a housewife, had never worked a day of our married life together. But for our company picnics she always contributed the German potato salad and some other dishes as the mood struck her. I could see her, Jane, now carrying on with my immediate boss, Rodney Silver over by the tree line. They were laughing up a storm. I was feeling good. Well, that is I had been. I had been until I'd gone looking for my wife who had earlier, without my noticing, gone missing. I'd handed the barbecue helm over to Jim, and like I said, I'd gone looking for her. Carol Bisbee, the big boss' secretary—Ben Silver, Rod's older brother, was numero uno in the company—pointed me to a copse of shrubs across the park as the direction in which she had seen her heading with some others. At least she thought that that was the direction that Jane had gone. My woman had been gone for a good forty-five minutes before I'd started hunting her down. It'd been a full hour before I'd found her, and I wished I hadn't. They—she and my boss— were in a small open space hidden behind some bushes. She was naked and lying on her clothes. His pants were pulled down around his knees, and his cock was buried deep inside her cunt. I was stunned. I was angry. And, mostly, I was sad. I'd headed back to tend the barbecue I'd left in Jim's hands. My stomach was roiling. Taking over from Jim, I did my best to concentrate on the nothingness of the job at hand: making really good hamburger patties. It was about twenty minutes after my discovering them that the two adulterers showed up. Breaking away from him, she came to me. "Hi honey, doing a good job?" she said. She was smiling to beat the band. "Okay, I guess," I said. "Nonsense, you make the best burgers in the county. That's why you always get to do the barbecuing," she said. I thought it sweet of her to let me know how appreciated my burgers were. I didn't say anything or even look at her. She sensed that I had something on my mind. She asked. "Something wrong, big guy?" she said. Now, I did look at her. "I don't know. You tell me," I said. "Huh?" she said. "I guess you have to be the one to tell me if sex with me is still at least okay," I said. She paled, but gathered herself. "Roger! Why on earth would you say something like that?" "Well, since you feel the need to fuck my boss, I just wondered if there was anything left for me. I mean in your heart—and—your plans," I said. "What are you talking about? Are you nuts?" she said. "I saw you, in the bushes, a few minutes ago. He was fucking you, and you were encouraging him," I said. "Oh my god! Oh, my god! Roger, what are you going to do?" She was looking furtively around to see if anyone was close enough to figure out what was going on; there wasn't. "It's not what you think, really," she said. I just stared at her. I didn't say anything. She wheeled around and started walking away from me. Her gait was purposeful. I saw her go to him. He was kind of far off, over by the kids' swings giving his little boy Aaron an assist, a small push. His wife, Elise Silver had not come to the party, had one of her own to go to as he'd told me the day before./ I saw her talk animatedly to him. His head suddenly snapped around, and he looked in my direction. I held his gaze for some seconds before he turned back to her. Oddly, she stayed where she was as he came towards me. I flipped a burger I was tending just as he approached. He looked over at Jim who was sipping a beer a few yards away. "Jim, could you take over for Roger for a couple of minutes, please." Jim came over and held out his hand for the spatula. I gave it to him. My boss headed off toward the tree line to our right. It was clear that I was supposed to follow him. I did. "Roger, I don't know what to say," he said. Of course I knew he was about to say a lot. Well, I assumed he was. "I guess you caught us. Jane said you did. Whaddya gonna do?" he said. "What can I do? Nothing," I said, answering my own question. "Huh?" he said. "Me divorce her? I get raped by the court. And again, if I quit my job? I'm screwed there too. I'm forty-eight, too old to start over. So, I guess there is nothing I can do," I said. "Anything else, mister Silver?" "Uh—no—I guess not," he said. I turned and headed back to the barbecue pit. ****** I didn't smell divorce in the air as far as her having me served was concerned. And, I knew that Rodney, at age forty-five, wouldn't want to be looking to get a divorce from his wife, Elise Silver, since her mother; the missus Alice Barrington, the widow of Marshall Barrington of hotel fame, was the power behind the throne if there ever were such a thing. She had been the actual founder of S&S Inc. some twenty years earlier when brothers Ben and Rodney had come to her with a an idea for a new firm: a good idea as it turned out. At any rate, I knew I had time to figure things out. I knew what I knew, and I knew that wouldn't change with me getting all upset and angry and problematical. No indeed, I intended to do nothing for the near term. I would get along with Jane, make no waves that would overtly threaten Rodney, and generally be mister good guy, mister more than reasonable guy. Hell, I still needed her. The question was, did she still need or want me? We pulled into the driveway just as true dark settled in around us. The ride home had been mostly silent. "I'll unload the car. Okay?" I said. "Yes, better now than tomorrow, Sunday," she said. "Tomorrow will be just for us to hang out, unless you'd rather us do something else," she said. "No, I have nothing on tap at the moment. But, I'll think it over," I said. "That'll be fine," she said. She was watching me closely. So far we'd not so much as mentioned the happenings of earlier in the day. I came in through the front door. I could hear her doing something in the kitchen. I headed for the bathroom. I needed a shower; I smelled like barbecue. It was some little while before I joined her in the dinette where she'd decided to situate herself. She had a jug of martinis set out and was nursing one. She poured me one, dropping the olive into it, as I took my seat. "I thought we could have a drink or two and talk," she said. "Or not." "Whatever you want, Jane. I'm easy," I said. She sipped her drink. I followed suit. "Rog, you okay?" she said. "Sure. I guess so," I said. Jesus, she looked pretty at that moment—and—sexy. I wanted her even though I knew she still had his spunk inside of her. "You're not hurt? Oh, heck, of course you're hurt. I mean seeing me—us—like that. I am very sorry for that, Rog, sincerely." I nodded. "Anything I can do—well, just ask. I mean it." "I do have a question," I said. "Yes?" "How is your doing him going to affect us?" I said. "I mean..." "It won't affect us at all on my account, Rog. I know I made a mistake. I know you have a right to be angry. I'm surprised you haven't gotten angry already. Anyway, like I say, I won't let what I did affect us. And, I promise to make it up to you," she said. "Okay," I said. I wanted to ask the next question in the worst way, but I was afraid of the answer. She asked and answered it herself. "Roger, I know you are wondering if I will do it with him again. I'd like to be able to say that I wouldn't. But..." "But, you will," I said. She looked away, and then looked back at me and nodded. "But Rog, it will not affect our love life, nor will it interfere with any of our future plans. I promise you that. Can you understand what I'm about here?" "I don't know. Not much I can do about it. I guess I'll just have to see. "You say it won't affect our love life. If I were to say, I want you right now; I mean right now, what would you say?" "Rog, I'd say yes, of course. But Rog, I haven't showered or douched. I don't think..." I stood. "Come on," I said. "I want you now." "Rog? Are you sure. I mean I can take a shower first..." "No, I need you right now," I said. She rose from her chair and started toward the hall. I took hold of her arm and coaxed her back to the table. I turned her around and bent her over it. Going to my knees, I flipped her dress up and pulled her panties down and off of her. She spread her legs wide for me. She relaxed as I stood once more, dropped my pants, and pressed my cock, all five inches of it, into her pussy. I began seesawing in and out of her. She looked back at me and smiled. I took my time. I managed to give her an orgasm just as I came myself, a very rare event for us. She started to straighten up as I backed out of her, but I held her in place. No words were spoken. She relaxed once more. "I knelt behind her, and gazed at her cunt; it oozed cum and pussy juice. I began cleaning her out with my tongue. I had never been so turned on in my life. She started to turn around and stand, but I pushed gently on her back wordlessly urging her to stay bent over and submit to me. Watching her with him had been a self-revelation. A revelation that was still unfolding. I didn't know where it was going to go, or how it would end. But, whatever happened, it was sure that nothing would ever be the same between my wife and me again. She shuddered as at least two more orgasms shattered her reserve. I helped her back up and kissed her deep and hard. As I broke the kiss, she gently pushed me back a little. She looked deep into my eyes. Her expression intense, confused, questioning. ""Roger, what's happening to us?" she said. "Damned if I know. Honestly. I have to think. What I am sure of right now is that we are not done. Let's go to bed," I said. We fucked three more times that night. The one thing I can claim without a fear of contradiction is my staying power: stamina I had, more than most guys for sure. That said, I'd always had a problem getting her off. I didn't know if it was the length of my dick or the way I brushed her clit or what, but I could screw her all night and never get her off. She did make it on rare occasions, but only on rare occasions and on those nights she was more exhausted than I was; like she was the one that made it happen not me. At any rate, on this night, we fell asleep in each other's arms satisfied, and I'll be damned if I knew where all of this would end. ****** "Say that again," he said. "I mean I want to hear it all again because I don't believe it," "I don't blame you. I don't believe it either. But it's true. Roger was turned on, crazy turned on, from seeing you screw me. I have to tell you; he was better than you. This time he was better than you. He doesn't have your equipment, but Jesus did he have enthusiasm," she said. He was slowly shaking his head from side to side. "The upside of all of this? said Rodney. "The obvious upside, Rodney my dear, is that we don't have to worry about him outing us to your wife or kicking me to the curb," said, Jane. "Dare I have the temerity to ask what's next?" he said. "Frankly, I haven't a clue. I think the best course, for now, is for me to give him some time, a little space and let him find his equilibrium. Then, and only then, hint at some games of one kind or another. And before you ask me, no, I have no clue what game to suggest to him," she said. He nodded. "Jane, no disrespect, I like the guy; but is it possible that our Roger is some kind of wimp?" he said. She smirked. "I don't think so, but I really do not know. This is all so off the charts—I just don't know," she said. "And us?" he said. "We'll have to cool it for a while," she said. "But, I think that if we're careful—and I mean careful and patient—this may work for us, and maybe him too. It's worth a try." He nodded his agreement. "Okay, just keep me in the loop. You know I love you, and I need you as much as he does." "It shall be so," she said. ****** I was back at work Monday, and I was early. I wasn't giving anybody the slightest of reasons to fire me, remote as I was sure that possibility was. Plus, I wanted to make sure the guy who was helping my wife cuckold me wouldn't feel threatened. I knew his wife would destroy him if he were outted, but in that case I would without a doubt lose my job and I'd be screwed over too. No, I had to just put up with their shit and keep on keepin' on. "I'd be ignoring their little liaisons in the future. I just hoped she wouldn't be rubbing my nose in it. I didn't think she would be, but who knew for sure. I was tending to the report I was putting together for the quarterly sales figures when he came up to me. "How's it going, Rog," said Rodney. "Okay, almost done. I'll have the report on your desk by day's end," I said. "Good, good. I need them for my report to the big boss," he said. I nodded. "But on another note, we okay? You and me?" he said. "Sure, I guess so. You?" I said. "Yes, yes, of course, but you know..." he said. "Mister Silver, I'm not going to make any waves. But—if you do her in the future, I'd appreciate it if you were discreet. It would be kinda humiliating if others..." my voice trailed off. "Rog, you have nothing to worry about. I can promise you that," he said. I noted he hadn't said he wouldn't be screwing her, but he hadn't said he would be either. Just that I didn't have anything to worry about. I nodded. ****** For the next two months I was more than sure that I was the only one to use her cunt. Could I have been wrong about that? Maybe, but not likely. I worked where he did, and he was available to me the entire day. And since I went home immediately after work each day, and she was there when I got there each day, I don't know when she could have slipped out to him. Maybe lunch hours, but that would have been a helter skelter thing, and not too satisfying for either of them. No, she was cooling it for a while at the least. But then all of my thinking on the subject came to naught. She told me she was going to him. Nothing like being up front about things I suppose. Yes, I was startled. Who wouldn't have been? And, oh, she was dressed very nicely. "Honey, I'm—I'm going to be seeing Rodney tonight. Please don't wait up," she said. I will make it up to you tomorrow. Okay?" I just stared, but said nothing. I turned my back on her and left the room I went up to our room. I laid down and tried to sleep even though it was only 7:00PM. I heard her car start up and then I was alone. I analyzed my situation some more. It had been my primary occupation ever since the day at the picnic. I had hoped that maybe the sex we'd been having had been enough; and, it had never been better. I know that was true for the both of us. But, for some damn reason, good was evidently not good enough. Was his cock supersize? Did he have that much more staying power than me; I doubted that. Did he smell better? Was he more romantic? What the fuck was it that made my wife willing to fuck him and essentially rub my nose in it like she did tonight? Oh, I was sure, that she was of the opinion that she was just being honest and up front with me. But, her just informing me that she was going to go to him; well, that is the very definition of rubbing my nose in it. And that was the one thing that might end us, none of the consequences attendant to her activities or my risking dumping her withstanding. I needed a drink. I got up, grabbed my coat, and headed for the liquor store. I pulled into the lot, and changed my mind. I headed for the Roundtrip, my favorite watering hole, instead. It had been a while since I'd been in, I twern't much of a barfly. But, tonight was special; well, I saw it as special. My wife didn't know it, but she had just declared our marriage open. I hadn't had any strange since the day we'd said our vows fifteen years gone, and really a year and a half before that. But, now, at our common age of forty, I was seriously considering making the effort to find me some now. The odd thing? I wasn't even all that mad. I was sad, true enough, but not really angry. I loved my woman and the disappointment at her doing me like she was, was killing my heart, hence, my sadness. I more or less surreptitiously surveyed my environs from my barstool. Mostly guys hanging out after a day at the plant. A couple of women were yakking with the bartender at the other end. There was a toy manufacturer nearby and I could tell from the logos on the work shirts of a dozen guys, half of them over by the pool table, that they worked there. I headed over to join the shooters. I put a couple of quarters under the overhang of the table's rails, nodding to the players, and waited for somebody to tell me it was my ups. I went back to the bar. It was about twenty minutes later that I was called. The game was straight pool, my favorite, and it was call shot. I won the first game, but lost in game two. I hung around gabbing with the shooters for the next little while. Everybody had a story to tell, and I told mine. Which by the way, was one of three just like it. "Names, Nick, Nick Klaver," the guy said as he relinquished the table to the next up. "Roger, Roger Carlyle," I said. "So, you say your wife is out spreading for your boss," he said. "Yeah she is," I said. She told me not to worry or wait up." Nick smiled. "You thinkin' of doin' anything about it? Maybe getting' some strange of your own or divorcing her?" he said. "I don't know. Yeah," I said, "maybe yeah." "You want a little help in that regard?" said Nick. "Help? What kind of help?' I said. There was that smile again. "Be here tomorrow same time. I think I just might have a possible solution to your problem," he said. Just then we were interrupted as a lady. It was a younger lady, maybe thirty-five ,and pretty came up to us. "You ready to go, Nick?" she said. "Yeah, I am," he said. He turned to me one more time. "Tomorrow, 9:00PM," he said. And he was gone. ****** I was home at around midnight-thirty. She was there too: upstairs changing. I came into the room and was met with a quizzical glare. "And you've been where all this time?" she said. I had to smile. I mean the hypocrisy of it, the question. "At the Roundtrip. Got a problem with that?" I said, more or less standing up for myself. She seemed to relax. "No, I suppose not," she said. "You suppose not? Hey, I'm an adult. I can do what I please, unless you know of some law that forbids it," I said. And, yes, I was being a little testy. "But, since it's Q&A time, may I ask, how did your fuck go tonight? Was it good. You know, satisfying?" I said. "Look, Roger, Rodney is no threat to you or us. Okay. It's just a little playing on the side. And, for the record it's fairly rare, as I'm sure you have deduced," she said. "You didn't answer my question?" I said, ignoring her analysis of what I knew. "Yes, it was good, okay. No better than when you and I do it, but different. It's a matter of variety is all," she said. Roger and Jane "Well, okay then. I should tell you I did win twenty bucks at straight pool tonight. But, then, mores the pity, I lost it in the next Game. So, I guess it was sort of a good night for me too. I mean I did come out even if not actually ahead. You know kinda like my sex life, my marriage," I said. She just glared at me. "Let's go to bed, she said finally. I'm tired and so must you be. It's late." We went to bed, and surprise surprise she reached for my dick and it reacted traitorously. Stiff, as a five-inch long two-inch thick length of rebar, my little man reacted quite naturally to her sucking me off and swallowing it all. Oh, and the swallowing was a first! "Well, that was a surprise," I said, seriously. She smiled. "And there is plenty more where that came from since you are apparently being so understanding of my—activities," she said. "Wait, wait, wait a minute. Are you saying that if I'm cool with you and him fucking up a storm that I will be rewarded? Is that what you're saying?" I said. "That's exactly what I'm saying, young man," she said. I frowned, and then she did. "What? What did I say?" she said, clearly wondering at my less than enthusiastic reaction. "Well, and what If I'm not inclined to be reasonable. Then nothing for me? I can forget it? Is that what you're saying?" I said. She suddenly realized her faux pas. "No, no, that is not what I meant. It's just that I do want you to be happy, and I thought..." she started. "So, if I said to stop all of that stuff with him. You'd be okay with it; it wouldn't put an end to us or an end to my getting—what—rewarded?" I said. "Roger, let me put it this way. No, my having sex with you is not conditional. Your tolerance, however, does inspire me to do more for you; well, like just now. Anyway, that said, I hope you will remain as tolerant as you have so far about my being with him on a 'rare' occasion," she said, emphasizing the word 'rare'. "Frankly, I have to say that I am surprised that you haven't gone off on me. And not just surprised, but grateful; I mean if I my say so." "Yeah, right, tolerant that's me," I said, rolling over and going to sleep. I did have admit that the blow job had been state of the art, inspired by my wimpy ass tolerance or not. ****** I got there a little past eight. I'd broken it to her that I would be going out just as we'd finished eating. "I'm gonna go play some more pool tonight, dear. I don't figure on being all that late," I said. "You—going out—I mean you..." she started. "Yeah, and thank you in advance for your tolerance," I said. "Wha—huh?" I had headed upstairs to get dressed. I didn't exactly dress to the nines, but I was significantly better dressed than I had been when I'd gone out the night before. "You're wearing a tie to play pool," she said as I gave her a peck goodbye. "Yeah," I said, and I was gone. ****** Nick was already there and standing in the midst of the pack of shooters waiting their turns and commenting on this or that shot as the occasion arose. I waved to him. He gave me a look and smiled. He came up to me and waved me over to the bar. "Good to see you. I wondered if you were gonna show," he said. "Yeah, well, I was curious," I said. "I mean as to how you figured to help me out of my situation. I gotta say so long as it isn't about breaking any law, I'm likely to be down for it," "No, no, nothing illegal," he said. "Got someone I want you to meet actually." "Someone? A woman?" I said. I kinda half way figured it might be that. "Hmm, yes, and a special woman if I may say so," he said. "Hmm, I don't know. I mean, I am still hoping to save my marriage. I mean I know what I said Last night. But, heck I only met you last night let alone a new woman." "And if you picked a woman up in a bar, you'd only have known her what, maybe even less than a couple of hours. Right?" he said. He had a point. "Well, yeah, I guess that's so," I said. "And this woman has been vetted, by me," he said. "And she is special." "Special?" I said. "Well, yeah," he said. "She's—well—she's my sister." All of a sudden I was losing interest fast. He saw my face fall and reacted. "No, no. She's a princess, really," he said, "and very pretty." "But? I hear a 'but' in there some place," I said. He looked away, looked back, and his demeanor morphed from almost desperate to determined. I was reintrigued "Man, Roger, well—she's a prostitute. But! She'd give it up, the lifestyle that is, for the right guy," he said. I was suddenly unreintrigued. "Look, Nick, I ain't castin' any stones, but..." I started. "Man, just meet her. You can go to the bathroom and leave by the back door if it gets too uncomfortable," he said. He looked desperate again, so much so that I just shrugged and said okay. She was five minutes late for the presumed 9:00PM meet up. She was smiling broadly and being the consummate pro coming up to me and offering me her hand to shake. It was the same girl that had come the night before to pick him up. We shook. "Very nice to meet you," she said. "Very nice to meet you too," I said. I motioned for the three of us to take our seats. This girl was a star if beauty had anything to do with it. George Gordon, Lord Byron had written a poem about her two hundred years before she was born: "She Walks in Beauty." I'd seen her the evening before, but then she'd been in ragged jeans and a t-shirt, hair in a bob, and no makeup. That was not the case now. She looked like a million bucks. I was so glad I had dressed up some before coming to the meet. "Roger, I'd like you to meet Camilla, my sister," said Nick. And just like that I was launched on a path that I had no business being launched on. But then again? Well, maybe this was fate. The talk went on for some little while. No mention of Camilla's job. I wondered if she knew that her brother had outted her to me. It didn't matter an iota to me; I was fucking well reintrigued—again. After the second round of drinks, Nick made his excuses, and I was more than grateful that he did. "Like to change the venue?" I said. "Sure, I guess," she said. The girl always seemed to be half smiling. ****** I took us to the Starfish, a seafood place with a mellow atmosphere, a piano man that was in to romantic classics. "Nice choice," she said. "Come here often?" "Used to, but since my wife; well, since my wife has kinda gotten into some things, not so much." "Too bad," she said. "So you and your wife are on the outs?" she said. "My brother clued me about your situation." I nodded. "Hard to say, but it looks like we're done. I'm having her served this coming week. Seems like she needs more than I can deliver, or maybe it's just variety that she's after as she told me. I need a one man woman," I said. "So there it was. I'd laid it out there for her to pick up and run with it. She, Camilla, was most definitely not a one man woman. I mean by definition a prostitute was anything but. She started laughing. Almost like she couldn't contain herself. "I said something funny?" I said. "Well, kinda, yes," she said. "I know my brother told you some stuff. And one of the things that he told you was my career choice. Right?" she said. I know I was red faced. "Yeah, kinda," I said. "Look, Roger, I'm divorced. I'm thirty-seven. My man dumped me for an eighteen year-old budding model. I took up escorting to pay the bills: an old friend of mine is in the business, and I'm good looking enough to do okay at it, so I do. But, if I ever marry again, I will be a one man woman for the man that I marry. "Now, I know we have just met, so all of this talk about marriage and one man women is way over the top and premature, but it does have the virtue of being out of the way and done with. "Now, we can get on with having a good time, and you can get on with wondering how long it's going to be before you get to bed me. Oh, and it won't be tonight. You're not a customer, and I'm not in the habit of spreading for each and every guy I date. That all okay with you?" she said. I nodded. "Yes it is. And frankly, I am more than glad that we got all that stuff out of the way too. And, I will be thinking about the other thing as well," I said. She smiled and giggled; she knew what I was referring to. "So what do you do? Nicky didn't say much except that you might be available to date and that you seemed a serious guy," she said. "So who are you really?" "Okay, all fair questions. I'm third man at Silver and Silver Industries. We manufacture housewares of various types. The pay's okay and the benefits high end. Been doing it since getting out of college a thousand years ago," I said. "A thousand years ago? You don't look all that old," she said, laughing. "No, I'm soon to be forty-one. Married—for now—no kids, pretty much debt free, and planning on moving on with my life if we divorce which, like I said, seems to be more than likely," I said. ****** I'd told Jane that I would not be especially late. That turned out to be inaccurate. It was after 2:00AM before I trudged up the stairs to our bedroom, undressed, fell half dead into bed—well, four manhattans do things to a man. Oh, and Jane? She wasn't home. She wasn't home when I fell into bed, but she was home within fifteen minutes of that eventuality. She turned on the light of the forty watt lamp on the bureau. "When did you get in?" she said. She'd sensed that I was still awake. I'd decided to be straight with her. I would not lie to her. "Just a little while ago," I said. "Got to talking to folks and time got away from me." I saw her nod. "How was your evening?" I asked. "Okay, same as last night," she said, answering thereby my unasked question. So she'd been fucked again. Fucking wonderful. But, on the upside, I didn't come to the gunfight unarmed. "Hmm. I met a woman," I said. "It may lead somewhere. You know, like you and Rodney." I got a look for that announcement. "Roger?" she said, and stopped. "Yes?" I said. "Are we all right? You into something that maybe I should know about?" she said. "No, nothing yet," I said. "Like I say. I don't know what the future holds. I just know I'm not into sharing my wife with other men. But, if I have no choice, I am going to be getting some of mine back," I said. I said it, but I regretted saying it almost as soon as I did in fact say it. She began to cry. She fell down on the floor. I went to her, sank to the floor bedside her, and did my best to console her. "I never meant for us to br—break up," she said. "I was just funnin'." "It's okay. We'll be all right. But..." "No, no I'm giving up Rodney," she announced. "He's history. Okay?" she said. "Okay, okay, good," I said. "We'll be fine." ****** Now I had a problem. I was sorta taken with Camilla. But, did I want to break up a fifteen year marriage to my wife? No, I didn't think so. Oh, she'd given me reason to end us. Oh yes she had. But, people do dumb things especially in relationships; I knew that, and I was empathetic with those who did. I had decided to end my not yet launched relationship with Camilla before it began. We had a date; well, we were to meet up at the bar five days hence; I'd do it, end it face to face then. But then something happened that made me switch my position yet again, at least maybe switch it. It was two days after my discussion with Jane. I got into work a little earlier than usual to find the boss already in and gabbing with Carl Hendricks, his media man, read computer specialist. They didn't see me. I turned down the corridor away from them, but then I heard my name. "Yes, Roger'll be happy now. She called me yesterday and broke it off with me. It's okay. She was a good piece, but not irreplaceable," said Rodney Silver. "Yeah, she was a good piece. I've had her a few times. She likes the bigger weenies though, and I'm kinda at the back of the line with only six-inches. Ah, but six very thick inches if I do say so," said Carl. The two of them laughed. "Yeah, well if he ever finds out how widely she spreads her net; it won't be pretty," said Rodney. I didn't quite run to hide in my office, but close. I had to think. I had to plan or something. Yes, something. A clueless cuckold I'd been, but was no more. I managed to get through the day without messing up to terribly bad. But the good news was that I was finally making some decisions. One, I would keep my date with Camilla all right, and I wouldn't be breaking it off with her. Hell no, I wouldn't. Two, I would be doing my best to discover just who the team members were that were banging my wife. Three, I was going into defense mode financially. This last was going to take some planning. But, I was not going to be letting the courts ruin me if I could at all help it, and I was pretty sure, well hopeful, that I could. As for good 'ole Rodney Silver, I had a really good idea for that church going, mealy mouthed, fuckwad of a hypocrite. Oh yeah, this was going to be really fun. Might get me in trouble, but at the least it was going to be mucho worth it. Oh yeah. ****** In my position as number three at the firm, I was more than well paid. That had been one of, if not indeed the biggest reason, that I had not gone off on them in the first place. I was about to utilize that large income of mine to protect myself; something I should have done in the first place, but, water long passed under the bridge, I hadn't, and now here we were. A PI was the first thing on my agenda. I budgeted twenty grand for operation "get the dirt," and I was more than sure it would be money well spent. His name was Howard Morning: fifty-eight, ex-cop, two bad divorces, and dedicated to helping husbands get justice. "So you can do it: get the stuff I'll need?" I said. "Sure bet. Give me a couple of weeks, a month at most. If she's actively cheating, I mean now. She's probably actively bragging about it; they almost always do. I mean to other girlfriends. I have an operative that will do the job with relish. You'll meet her in due time," said my new friend. "And the guy too?" I said. "Even easier. If he's actually carrying on water cooler conversations with coworkers about his conquests, I'm gonna almost feel guilty about exploiting the dumb ass," said Howard. I smiled, I nodded, I was filled with glee. It turned out that Howard's methods were not only effective they were fast. It didn't take him a month or even two weeks. It took him just ten days. ****** A week and a half later, I got the call. I went to his office at lunch time. It, his office, being only two miles from my own was a bonus as far as I was concerned. It turned out that Jane had indeed kept her word to break it off with my boss. It also turned out that she had been carrying on, at two different local bars, with any number of one night stands. Well, three during the ten days so far covered by my watchdog. I had audio, I had video, and I had pics. I had names and addresses and witnesses. And that was just the stuff on her. It also turned out that mister Silver played in several sandboxes himself. He had two—count 'em—full time girlfriends who thought that they were his one and only. And, he had several occasional chickees too young for him to take seriously. Elder bother Silver and missus Rodney Silver were going to get the whole package, but that a little later rather than sooner. I made the decision to keep Howard on the payroll for the full thirty days. Who knew what else he might turn up. Maybe drugs, missing funds at the store, whatever. They fucked me over, now it was my turn. ****** I was kinda disappointed, but then again maybe not. Howard got a ton more evidence during the next three weeks, but it was all pretty much just repeats of the first ten days. During the thirty day period, Jane had fucked around on me seven separate times with seven different studs all picked up at bars during the day; well, at least she didn't have an ongoing relationships in the works—yet.. Howard was able to find out that she did indeed always demand that her dates use condoms; how fucking considerate of her. Rodney baby, during the same period, had dumped one of his serious relationships and seemed to be getting ready to make a move on his wife in favor of the remaining piece of strange. I had a decision to make. I made it. I was going to go the 'scorched earth' route. His wife, my wife, all of their relatives, everybody in sight was going to get the evidence. I scheduled it for a week from Friday, that is, a week after my next date with Nick's sister, Camilla. I did want to see how that went before the shit hit the fan; which it, with apodeictic certitude, most certainly would. ****** Camilla and I had dated several times in the five weeks since my meeting up with her, but we had not gotten it on, so to speak; that is, not so far. Interestingly Jane did not seem to have a clue about my new maybe permanent squeeze. I guess she was focused on other things—read other men. At any rate, I had been building my confidence up in terms of making my move on Jane and her legion of knights in soiled armor. I was feeling good, in control. ****** She saw I was early, and she smiled. "You're early," she said. "Yes, well, I have this really cute lady to meet," I said, looking at my watch and trying not to break out laughing. "Funny," she said. Now I did laugh. "Yeah, well, it keeps me from going nuts," I said. "I'm assuming, that since you're here, and apparently happy, that things are not hunky-dory at home," said Camilla. "You'd be assuming correctly," I said. She nodded. "See it a lot, I do. It is what it is, I guess." "Yes, it is," I said. "But, let's not waste time messin' with any of that. I'm here to have fun. I'm just hopin' that that fun girl I'm waiting for will hurry up and get here," I said, dead panning. "I think she just arrived," she said. I smiled. Dinner was good, the dancing was nice, the conversation light: now, we were in the midst of a moment of silence. "A penny for your thoughts," she said. "I'll give 'em to you for free; I don't need the money," I said. "Okay, I like rich men too," she said, laughing. "Well, I was just thinking that I wish I had etchings to show you," I said. Now she burst into gales of laughter. I smirked. "Okay, so I'm a little on the corny side. It is what it is," I said. "Oh what the hell. Come on. Let's go to my place; it's nearby. You can fuck me there," she said. I was momentarily stunned, happily stunned, but stunned nonetheless. Her turn to smirk. "I'm a woman. I'm allowed to change my mind," she said. Twenty minutes later she was on her back, and I was drilling her for all I was worth. I stiffened and she stiffened and I collapsed on top of her. I rolled off. "That was good," I said. "I'd say so," she said. "Any more stuff left in your squirt gun?" "I sure as hell hope so. Any chance you might be willing to help me find out?" I said. "Damn straight," she said. She sat on my chest back to me and played with my instrument of procreation. It twitched. It stiffened. It threatened her womanhood. She rolled onto her belly, splayed her legs, and waited for me to take her from behind. I accommodated her. I took my time. What can I say; I loved the feeling. ****** The day of reckoning arrived, and I had misgivings. This was going to hurt her, but I was for sure going to be emotional collateral damage at the very least. It was 9:00AM; I punched the enter key and the stuff went out—to half of the universe—that is to one hundred and fourteen separate and specific e-addresses. By sundown, I was pretty sure that there would be a mafia contract out on my person. Roger and Jane I left work ten minutes after the send. I had already packed up everything that mattered to me and gotten it out of the building. I headed for the Roundtrip. By 11:00AM my cell started going off almost constantly. I waited for the one I was sure would come from her. I was disappointed; she never called. And why not, you might be inclined to ask? Because at 12:13PM she plopped down on the bar stool next to mine. "I got the news about half an hour and a half ago. You're buying the drinks," she said. "Sure bet," I said. "Hope your next lover will be up to Rodney's standards." "Funny. But, no, no more playing around on you. No, you're going to have to up your dicksmanship; or, go to plan B and pay me a helluva lot of alimony. Your choice," she said. "Hmm, you've got balls of brass coming in here and threatening me," I said. "Roger, whatever else you may think, threatening you is not what I'm doing—really," she said. "I love you, and as your wife, I am letting you know what you have to do, to consider, for us to move on. I'm giving you your best options as it were. "I deserved what you did to me, Roger. I know it. It was my selfishness that destroyed me today and made me the laughingstock of our little village, not you outing me. I know it, like I said. But, now we have to move on. You love me, I know that too. And, for the record, believe it or not, I am proud of what you did," she said. "What the fuck!" I said. "Yes. What you did. It was all so well planned, thought out, and executed. Rodney and the others got what they deserved, just as I did. One thing though . . . "Grandma? Why her? That was overkill, Roger. Next time, if there is a next time, kindly leave her name off of your list. I mean really. Okay," said Jane. I snickered, but I guess I had to agree with her on that one; grandma would be off the list. I sat on that stool staring at her like she were from outer space. I started laughing. For the life of me I started laughing. This woman was one of a kind. Divorce her? Did I really want to? For damn sure she was going to be monumentally difficult to replace. I mean in the whole world how many might there be like her? Answer: damn few. "I'll let you know," I said. She nodded. "Good. I'll leave you alone now to cerebrate. Oh, and I've already got beef stew in the slow cooker for tonight. Try to be home before six o'clock, okay?" she said. I gave her a wave that spelled maybe, but I think we both knew I'd be home by six. Well, she did make the best beef stew in the county. And her pussy was pretty high test too if it came to that. But, then, there was my half assed commitment to Camilla. I loved Jane, no question. But, Jane had fucked me over. But, she hadn't really done it because I was inadequate or really because she wanted someone better me. It had been a matter of variety, I supposed, as she had told me. And, I was of the opinion that she did indeed love me and only me. But, then again, there was Camilla: how did I feel about her? Love? Like? Lust? Curiosity? I honestly didn't know, but I'd be finding out and making some decisions. ****** Okay, I had a major decision to make. My wife was a roundheeled slut with really high end cooking skills. She probably did love me, and I sure as hell loved her. But, trust was a major issue. In the end if I couldn't get around that one it was going to be a deal breaker for damn sure. I was at the house at six minutes past six. "Good you came. I was a little worried that you wouldn't," she said. "I keep my word, Jane, which is more than some people can claim," I said. She frowned. "Let's have a drink before dinner, okay?" she said. "That'd be a winner in my book, I said. She smiled and we went into the den. She poured me my JD on the rocks and herself a glass of merlot. "Got myself into a real mess, didn't I husband mine," she said. "That would be a big ass affirmative," I said. "Mind if I work at making you forget and forgive," she said. "I mean, I really want you, Roger. Not any of those one-night cowboys. They were never anything but diversions. It'll never happen again." "Hmm, and I would know that how?" I said. "I don't know, but I do know that if I sinned you'd know about it just like this time. Ergo, I will not sin," she said. I gave her a look that was meant to send the message that she was oh so right. We talked about a couple of other things, and drinks consumed, we headed for the dinette. The slow-cooker was in the middle of the table and the contents thereof smelled real good. A bowl of steamed vegetables and a bottle of merlot flanked the cooker. "You gonna give me a chance, Roger? I mean in spite of everything?" she said, as I bit into a chunk of roast beef and smiled. "Good food," I said. "Roogggeeerrrr!" she said. "I don't know, Jane. I want to, but I want to be able to believe you more. So far you've burned me twice. Kinda hard to make a case that you won't fuck me over again if you know what I mean," I said. She deflated. "What you say is kinda true, but I did break it up with Rodney; and he's the only one that could be described in any way shape or form as a relationship. And, even in his case it was only the sex, never anything serious. I think you know that too," she said. "Actually, Jane, I do believe you on that score. But, I'm not talking about serious relationships here. I'm talking about you just plain cheating. That is, giving it away to men not your husband. I'm talking about the humiliation of others thinking that your husband is some kind of a wuss, a pussy who can't satisfy his wife. Do you have any idea how hurtful that is for a man? I mean to know that he's not enough for his woman and for everybody else to know it too? It's tremendously hurtful, Jane, big time hurtful. Are you getting this?" I said. "Yes, sir, I am," she said. "But, Roger you are more than enough for any woman. Those other men were just cheap spur of the moment toys, useful for an hour and then to be cast aside. Even Rodney never had any real value as a partner. He was just convenient and pretty good at fucking. And if it matters, he never had your stamina. He was good at somethings, but he usually fell flat after maybe five or so minutes." "Problem is, Jane, that you shouldn't even be able to compare the two of us. He shouldn't even be part of the equation, but he is. So are those other men. Mentally, you have to be comparing me with them every time you do one of them," I said "Tell me you didn't. Just tell me if you dare." She looked away. "I guess that's so. The good news though, is that you always seemed to come out on top," she said. "And, that, Jane, is a lie. I do not believe for a New York minute that I am better in bed than all of those men, your men. Maybe some of them; I'd accept that. But all you're doing here, now, is lying to make me feel better. Which, dear girl, is just another way to humiliate me. Which brings up another point, I would really appreciate the truth tonight, even if it's a little bit on the painful side for me. Okay?" "Okay," she whispered. "A couple of them were maybe better than you. But not that many, and that is the truth. And, well, one guy, just one, had a ten-inch dick. He wasn't all that good at using it, but it was an experience. He touched me in places I didn't know were there." "Okay, good. At least some of this stuff you're laying out there has the ring of truth. There have been enough lies, Jane. Really more than enough," I said. "Yes, sir," she said. "No more lies, no more cheating. Is that better?" "Yes, if you're sincere," I said. Fact was I knew she was sincere. Fact also was I was not at all sure that she would remain faithful in spite of her wanting to at this point in time. She just liked cock too much to settle for one average one. She needed variety and the experiences that variety ensured. "We'll talk again," I said. She nodded. I did not stay the night. I knew the rules per divorces. She did to. My lawyer was going to be upset enough when I recounted the evening's happenings. ****** Things started to settle down. I knew that in the short term, that Jane was going to be a good girl. But, longer? That was a my concern. I just didn't believe that she could do it. But I was in it for the one, big, last, old college try. She'd been served, and now I was living separately but hardly that; we were together almost constantly. Oh, she'd asked me, begged me to move back in, but that wasn't happening until I was as sure as I could be that things were going to be cool. I did not want to snafu the divorce if I decided to finally to go that way. At any rate after a couple of weeks of dating Jane, if that's what I was doing; and keeping up with Camilla on the side, who by the way knew the score because I'd told her, I hired Howard Morning for one more month. At the end of week three of mister Morning's second surveillance assignment, I was called in to his office. His look told me all. "She's at it again isn't she?" I said. "Yes, and with the old guy, Rodney Silver. I guess since his wife divorced him and him losing his job; well, I guess he decided that he may as well go for it, her, your wife," said Howard. "She's been real skittish, as you'll see on the tapes; but apparently a willing lover for all of that, and I mean lover not fuck buddy. They talk about you and it isn't real complimentary." Now I was mad. "Okay, Howard, let me have what you've got. I'll dump it on her tonight. I have a burning need to dump it on her," I said. He nodded. ****** I was exiting the office when I saw him. He was standing by my car. I smiled. He, on the other hand, was not smiling. He leaned back against the driver's side door. "Thought you were real smart huh, asshole," he said. Now, he was smiling. "How the hell are you, Rodney baby? Hope all is well in Rodneyville," I said, I was smirking. "Now, if you don't mind standing away from my car. I want to go home." "Why? To your loving wife? She'll be mine before this all plays out," he said. "Hmm, she'd definitely be the loser if that were to happen," I said. "I mean when one gets right down to it, you really aren't much of a catch, Rodney old bud." He snickered. "And you ain't much in bed," he said. "She's told me about your desperate attempts to, how shall I say it, measure up. Yes, that's the words she used, to measure up." He started laughing and then he unloaded on me. I was caught completely by surprise. I think I flew six feet back from the first strike landing on my ass. I was down and he was kicking and stomping on me. Then everything was fine, no more pain, no more kicking, everything was fine. And then pretty girls were hanging over me. And then he was in jail. And then there was a trial. And then he was out on bail. I'd spent four days in the hospital: three broken ribs, two missing teeth, and too many bruises and other trauma to count. Rodney was in jail for three days before he got bailed out. By who you may wonder? Why by my everlovin' wife; Howard had gotten that little piece of news for me; I hung up the phone, and, I hung it up angry. On the other side of the coin, my wife did visit me all four days I was laid up; how fucking wonderful is that! Still . . . My wife bailing him out was a good thing on two counts; well, as far as I was concerned. One, it put an end to my wishful thinking as regards any attempt by me to get by her cheating. And two, it will have led to my winning the hand of Camilla. This last still had some scenes to play out, but it was definitely the goal. ****** She was home and cooking. "Hi, honey," she said. I plopped down on a stool in the kitchenette. "Hello," I said. She looked me askance. "Something wrong?" she said. "Wrong? Not sure if that's the right term. Maybe betrayal—again—would fit a little better. Not sure," I said. "Huh? What?" she said. "You know, you bailing out the man who almost killed me for outing him to his wife," I said. She paled. "Wha . . ." I just stared at her. "Honey—I—I . . ." she ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She didn't actually slam the door to the bedroom, but she did kinda close it loudly. I made myself a drink. It was a full two hours before she came down again. And, when she did, she was showered and clean dressed. "You're looking real good," I said. "Going out?" "No, this is for you. You deserve a clean woman." "How about a faithful one," I said. "That's what I want to talk about. You know I dumped Rodney some time ago, right?" she said. "That's what you said," I said. "Well, I did. But, I haven't forgotten what it was like with him. I always kinda felt like I'd treated him badly. So when I heard he'd been arrested . . ." "You felt like you needed to help him out some way?" I finished for her. "Kinda," she said. "But, you had no feelings for me; I mean wanting to be faithful to me, did you?" I said. And, you fucked him didn't you?" "Yes on both counts. I did feel I owed you faithfulness and I did fuck him—and—will again. But, no more sneaking around. You'll be my number one. But, well, once in a while I will be bedding him. You've done everything but castrate him, and yes I know what he did to you was just awful. But, you have to see it from his point of view. He was despairing and desperate and filled with angst and hate." "His point of view. Like him having the cajones to fuck my wife behind my back. Him talking shit about you behind your back—and yes, I actually heard him tell someone else just how replaceable you were." Her look morphed from confident to not so confident. "What pisses me off more than you bailing him, bailing out the guy who almost killed me is the fact that I never got that kind of consideration from you. He's your number one man, not me. Only the fact that Elise destroyed him has brought him back to your bed," I said. She nodded her understanding of my words. "I knew you were thinking that way. Earlier when you told me you already knew about my bailing him out: I was, well, I was shocked. But not for the reason you think. I was shocked because I was going to out myself, and that tonight, but, you beat me to it," she said. "That put me in a bad spot." "You were going to out yourself?" I said. "Yes, I needed to prove to you that it is you that is number one not Rodney. And, I was going to do more than out myself. I was planning to offer you a deal." She took on a phony Godfather-mafioso accent. "I was going to make you an offer you couldn't refuse," she said, trying to smile. I gave her a look that spelled suspicion. "Huh?" I said. "And, I still am. That's why I was so long in coming back down here," she said. "Well, and the extra time I took to cry over a whole lot of spilt milk." "Okay, the crying is pretty straight forward, but the rest of it?" I said. "You see the way I'm dressed," she started. "Yes, you look very nice. You said it was for me. But what . . ." "Yes, I intend to fulfill every fantasy you ever had. I'm going to damn near smother you with love and affection. I intend to prove to you that not only are you number one, but that you are pretty nearly going to be the only one on my dance card. "So whaddya say? You gonna give me a chance?" she said. "Pretty nearly? What does that mean?" I said. She sighed. "That's gonna be the hard part for you. There'll be no sneaking around by me anymore, Rog. No more. I will do Rodney, or someone like him every once in a great while. Well, I do need the mega-dick on occasion, but only for the thrill of the moment, no emotional entanglements," she said. "I know that that might be hard for you in the beginning, but I think I know where you're at now." "Where I'm at?" I said. "Roger, I haven't been spying on you, but a friend of mine. Well, a friend of mine found out that you're dating a prostitute. Obviously it's not a matter of your woman getting it on with another man that bothers you, no, it's your insecurities that she might dump you for someone else. Otherwise you would be looking for some churchgoing woman that spreads only for you, not taking up with a prostie. "It also explains in neon letters why you didn't go off on me when you caught Rodney and me in the park that day. You were hoping and maybe pretty sure that I would be faithful to you—in every important sense of the word—even if I did fuck your boss." I looked at her in disbelief. "So you're going to be doing Rodney for money now?' I said, and I said it sarcastically. She smirked. "No, of course not. He's a friend, and just a friend. A friend and I hope one who you'll have a little mercy on and try to help me get the charges dropped. Yes, he deserves to be punished for what he did to you. But, prison? No, Roger, you ruined him. And, I grant that what you did was not without cause, but you really did ruin him. He may never recover from that. And that should be his punishment and it's enough. Okay?" she said. I had to admit that her argument had a certain logic to it. I was indeed dating a prostitute that was a true fact. Yes, Camilla had promised that her career on her back would end when she married, but would it. I apparently was not enough for Jane, would I be for a woman like Camilla either? And, there was the fact that Camilla's playing for pay did not really upset me much; actually, it didn't upset me at all. So why should I be upset about Jane fucking Rodney on a rare occasion? Yes, she did have a logical argument in making her case. But, there was just one fly in the ointment that negated her otherwise indisputable arguments. Camilla's faceless clients were not nearly the same thing as my wife fucking my ex-friend and boss. Oh no, not nearly the same thing. Add to that that there had to be an emotional attachment that Jane had with Rodney. If not she never would have bailed him out after he damn near killed me. She should have been horrified at what he did; and, following that do her level best to help me destroy him. I decided to point out these little flaws in her thinking to her. I shook my head slowly from side to side. "No dice Jane. Camilla is not invested in any of her clients, and she has promised to give them up for the right man. You on the other hand are very invested in Rodney, and I mean emotionally. And, you refuse to give him up. I might indeed move to the front of the line now that Rodney is broke and sucking hind titty. But, the best I could hope for, even being at the front of the line, would be fairly enthusiastic mercy fucks. That's not good enough. No, dear heart, and you are still that to me, we will be going ahead with the divorce and I will be getting on with my life whether with Camilla or someone else. Just not with you," I said. She sighed. "Well, I had to take my shot," she said. "Friends?" "I can do that," I said. "But more than that just won't be happening." "And, putting in a recommendation for leniency, I mean not pressing charges . . ." she said. I smiled. Her agenda was becoming clearer with every syllable she uttered. Her shot was actually two shots. One to guarantee herself a more substantial standard of living than she could expect with Rodney in first place. And two, to get me to intervene with the D.A. to cut Rodney some slack. She failed per number one, and number two seemed to be slipping from her grip. I made a decision. "Okay, Jane, I'll see what I can do to help your loverboy, and it's against my better judgment. But, you owe me," I said. And, he pays all of the doctor bills without a whimper. I knew that mister Silver was facing five to ten. I would ask D.A. Mortensen to lighten up. Of course I had no idea if my saying anything would do any good, but I'd make the effort. I'd make it because I'd told her I would. Roger and Jane ****** After having gotten the news about my wife bailing out her asshole lover; and, after our discussion on the matter and our breakup, I'd gone ahead and talked to the D.A. He said he'd think about it. It was a week later that I got the news. Mister Silver would be serving a year and a day. He'd have a felony record but he could be out in eight or nine months with good behavior. I got a letter from Jane thanking me effusively for helping her lover out. From Silver himself? Nothing. But, I hadn't expected anything. Now it was time to get on with things. I subjected Camilla to a ferocious two minute offense. I hit her from every direction at once and her defenses crumbled like the walls of Jericho. We were married three weeks after my divorce was final. And Rodney and Jane. I know they date. Will they marry? It's six to five and pick 'em. And, it is none of my business. ****** Roger and Jill We'd been married but three months. During that short time my wife, my new wife Jill, had hauled me around to at least fifty parties and nights out or so it seemed. When I say hauled me around, it was like I was a paid escort hired to drive her, buy her and her friends drinks. Get her coat, and watch her back while she flirted and danced and had a gay old time—with other men. She danced with me too, some, but I had the feeling that while she was with me on the dance floor, while we sat at the bar sipping our drinks, while we were conversing—when indeed she would even talk to me—she was always glancing around surveying the crowd wondering who this or that man was and whether he was with someone or not. She wasn't cheating on me; I knew that. I was with her every minute of the time. She was rarely if ever out of my sight for more than ten minutes. But it was like I was more of an accessory than a newlywed husband. Frustration was fast becoming my middle name. I had tried to talk to her about my feelings and my needs, but she just blew me off, usually telling me that I was imagining things and just jealous because she was having so much fun. I was hurting real bad. I had fallen in love with Jill from the first moment I'd set eyes on her. She was prettier than a picture. Billowing auburn hair, full lips, bubble butt, perfect B-cups and the most wonderful freckled smile yet recorded. I still can't believe that she chose me. Me? I'm short at five-six. I still have my hair, but I know I won't always. I am a very viable candidate for nerd of the month. And, apart from my 165 IQ and very large income I had, in my opinion, little to recommend me to a stunner like Jill. We'd met at the annual company picnic. We both worked for Randolph Inc. She was an executive secretary for my boss, Howard Millen. I was a computer geek cloistered in the engineering division's clean rooms. For those who don't know, a clean room is, it's where research and development of the most serious kind takes place. We rarely see anyone from the company apart from our own kind, and generally we like it that way. Anyway, at the picnic, I accidentally spilled my beer all over Jill's new sun dress and that had been our inauspicious introduction to each other. Of course I had apologized all over the place and done everything but get down on my knees and beg god to take me for such a sacrilege. She'd just laughed and made me get her a towel to dry off with. I had. We'd talked. We'd dated. And then, six months later we were married. That was three months ago, tonight. We'd arrived at the club at 8:00PM. We were with two other couples and an eligible girlfriend. All of the women were Jill's friends from the office. We'd settled in and the conversation was animated and loud: the men talking to each other, the women among themselves—little but polite attention was paid to me. Arriving, Jill and I'd danced, once slow once fast. Then, the hunt was on—as usual. Men started arriving at our table asking Jill to dance. She turned none of them down. The others we were with teased me about how popular Jill was: "You'd better keep an eye on that wife of yours, Roger." Or, "Hey Roger, have you seen your wife tonight?" Or, "Hey buddy aren't they dancing a little bit too close?" and the like. It was humiliating. I had decided that tonight I wasn't going to put up with the usual nonsense. I looked around the table. "Harriet, care to dance," I said. Harriet Carter, the only single in our group, looked at me like I was kidding. "Oh Roger, I am so tired. Not right now, okay?" That chilled me, especially when another guy asked her to dance but five minutes later and she'd bounced right up and out onto the floor with him. "Hi, hon," said Jill returning from the floor followed by a guy who was smiling like a possum. "Hi, can I have this dance," I said to my wife, as the man helped her into her seat. "Uh—not right now, Rog. Maybe the next set, okay?" I nodded, I was again totally humiliated. "Why don't you freshen our drinks," she said. I said okay, and made my way to the bar for the refills. When I returned, she was again already on the floor dancing with someone else. The rest of our group were at the table sipping their drinks and cracking jokes. It was near 11:00PM, and all of us were feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was quiet, thinking. I felt like a fifth wheel; hell, I was a fifth wheel. Connie Rice was watching me. "Roger, come on, dance with me," she said. Her husband John looked up from his conversation with Mac Colby but immediately turned back to him. I hadn't danced since those first two with Jill hours before. "Okay," I said, trying not to look desperate. She took me by the hand and pulled me near to where Jill and her gentleman friend were dancing closer together than she had with me. Connie leaned against me. I could feel my cock react to her presence. "You're a big boy aren't you," said Connie smiling. I flushed. "Hmm," was all I could manage. "Rog, don't let her get to you. She's always been a party girl. She'll settle down," said Connie. I looked at her. She could see she'd embarrassed me. "I'm sorry, Rog, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I noticed you were feeling a little down is all," she said. "This is a charity dance isn't it, Connie," I said. "No, not a t all, Rog. I think you're a nice guy. I love to dance, and you're pretty good dancer whether you know it or not," she said. "Well, not good enough for my wife, I guess," I said, feeling sorry for myself. "Oh, pooh," said Connie. "Just have fun, and forget about her for a little bit," said Connie. I just shrugged. A couple of minutes later the dance ended; I thanked her, and we returned to the table. Connie went back to talking with Harriet and Claire Colby, the other female in our group. Her husband Michael and Connie's Mac were getting drinks for them. I was outside the loop of the ladies conversation. I couldn't hear what they were saying over the music and the traffic around the table. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I detected sidelong glances in my direction as they talked amongst themselves just five feet away. I had an impulse. I was going to insist that Jill stop ignoring me. Just as I made my decision, Jill made her way back to the table. I went for it. "Jill, let's dance," I said, rising to take her hand. I was acting with far more confidence than I felt. She frowned. "Next set," she said. "That's what you said last time," I said, trying not to whine. "That was more than an hour ago. I want to dance." I couldn't believe it, but just then the man who'd seated her at our table an hour before after having danced with her came to ask her to dance again. She looked at me, wrinkled her brow, and let him lead her onto the floor. The women all stared at me—I guess I had become super wimp in their eyes. I stared after my wife in disbelief. She glanced back at me just as her partner swept her in close to him. I thought I detected a look of concern in her eyes, but then I decided probably not. Well, I'd made my decision. I was already up. I threw a fifty on the table, turned, and walked slowly out. I was halfway to the door when Connie caught up with me. "Whatcha doin', Rog," she asked knowing full well what I was doing. "I'm leaving. I don't belong here; that's pretty clear," I said, not slowing down. "Rog, don't be hasty." I kept walking and she fell back into the crowd without saying anything else. Outside in the parking lot I paused, leaned against a light standard, and started to cry. Okay, I was feeling sorry for myself. I had reason to. I didn't want to go home, not yet; the hurt the humiliation were just too great. I figured someone else could give Jill a ride, maybe one of her many admirers. I had money. I decided I would find myself a nice quiet piano bar; that was more my style anyway. I smiled to myself. I knew just the place. On the way to the Gilded Lily, I assessed my options. We'd only been married three months, and I was already thinking annulment. I loved her, but I could not put up with the way she was treating me. I had feelings and needs and wants same as her, but she evidently didn't see that, or seeing, didn't care very much. ****** I learned later that as soon as I'd left, the women abandoned their men and pulled Jill, when she returned to the table, into the ladies room. "Jill, he's hurt. You've been treating him like shit for quite a while. You're going to lose him," said Connie. "No way. He loves me," said Jill. "He'll be back in a little while. He has to take me home." "You didn't see his face when he left," said Claire. "I think he was about to cry." "He won't be back tonight," said Harriet. "None of us have exactly made it easy for him become part of our group. It's like he's just here to buy drinks and do for us when we need something—at least Connie danced with him once. Like an asshole, I turned him down. Jesus, I'd like to have that one back; I shoulda danced with him." "It's just he's—well—kinda nerdie," said Jill. "He's great at home, but in places like this..." "Then you shouldn't be coming to places like this," said Connie. "You married the guy, and he's a pretty nice catch too. You think any of those assholes that you danced with tonight are gonna ever pay your bills, or could?" Jill looked at her friends. They'd all of them been partying like this for the past three years. They knew each other's needs, secrets, and dreams. They also knew where each other's skeletons were buried. For the first time she began to worry about how she'd been treating her husband. ****** I looked around. The piano man was in a mellow mood, and his music reflected it. I'd found my place to hang out. It was midnight; I was good for another two hours before I had to do anything. I was into my second gin and tonic. "Hi, buy a girl a drink?" a voice behind me said. I turned to see a tall brunette. She was wearing a black, too short, strapless sheath. I guessed her to be around forty, maybe five years older than me. She looked pretty good. "You bet," I said. She smiled and slipped into the booth across from me. "I'm Rachel. You?" she said. "Roger." "Well, Roger, all alone on Saturday night?" she said. "Now I am—was," I said. She looked at me funny. "Don't ask," I said. She smiled and nodded her understanding. "Me too. My husband abandoned me tonight for a company do, or so he said. We'd planned to make an evening of it, but he'd cancelled us, me, at the last minute to do whatever he does when he does anything without me. I know that sounds—confusing," she said. I looked at her. "Me too," I said. "Well, sorta, anyway. My wife just kinda abandoned me too. I was in the same place as she was, but she paid me no attention, preferring other guys. So, I'm here crying in my gin and tonics." "You wanna dance," said Rachel. I looked around. Nobody else was dancing, but there was a small dance floor near the piano. "Yeah, I do," I said, smiling. I offered her my hand and led her onto the floor. The song was mellow and slow and fit my mood perfectly. She melded her body to mine and rested her head on my shoulder; it felt wonderful. The time passed quickly. We talked and danced and got to know each other. Someone flicked the lights. "Last call," said Barkeep looking at us. We were one of only three couples still in evidence. We exchanged phone numbers. Neither of us at that moment intended to actually use the numbers. But then..." ****** I pulled into the driveway of our house about 3:00AM. I sat for some moments dreading going inside. But, I had done some thinking. I was done being a wimp. If the woman I'd married didn't see what was happening, then it was over. For some reason I felt good, safe. Inside it was dark. I headed into the kitchen. I was thinking about heating some water and making myself some tea. Tea is good thinking stuff. I was about to reach for the teapot when she spoke out of the shadows. "You left me," she said. "No, you abandoned me," I said to the voice in the dark. "Anyway, I don't want o talk about it." "Where'd you go?" she said. "What difference does it make? You clearly didn't care whether I was around or not. So, I decided to be not," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize—" "Then you're the dumbest wife in town. You've been doing it to me almost since we got back from our honeymoon," I said. "You remember our honey moon. You know, the thing that we did right after we were supposedly married!" "I really am sorry." She had risen and come to me. She encircled my neck with her arms and I could feel my little fellow rise to the occasion. "I will make it up to you. I promise," she said. "I've made a decision," I said. "No more parties. No more bars and dance halls. No negotiation. The ball's in your court. It's either me or your wild nights. Since you've decided you wanna talk, tell me what it's going to be." I stopped talking and waited for her to respond. Her arms slipped from my shoulders and I sensed that she was conflicted. "Can't we talk about this?" she said. "No need, you just answered me. I'll be moving out tomorrow. I'm going to seek an annulment," I said. It was so dark, but I could see her better now that my eyes had accustomed themselves to the shadowy environment. She looked terrified. "Roger, I need you. Please don't do this. We can make it work. I know we can. I've just been a silly girl. I was so unthinking of you and your needs. I can fix that," she said. "No compromise, Jill, none. Sorry, I know you need, or think you need, your party friends and the thrill of the hunt. I don't. I'm outta here tomorrow; no, make that tonight. I've had it!" I brushed by her. I went into our bedroom and turned on a light. I gathered up my basic stuff. I threw it in the suitcase I used when I had to go to conferences. She watched me sobbing from the doorway. "I'm sorry," she kept repeating. "I won't do it anymore. I promise." I stopped, waiting to see what she'd say. "Do what?" I said. I wasn't sure if she meant neglecting me or stopping all of the partying. But she knew what I meant. "I mean I will be sensitive to your needs," she said. I snickered. I headed for the door. She grabbed me by the arm and tried to physically stop me. I put my bag down and turned to her. She stood in front of me her hands hanging loose at her sides. "Please, give me a chance," she said. "No-more-parties-ever!" I said. "I'll call you in a couple of days and we'll talk. Think about what I said. But, if you have any idea of somehow getting me to compromise on this, you can forget it and us. I mean it." I shouldered my way out. I knew we had to talk when I was calmer. But, I was going to be adamant about the partying. It was over, at least for me. My mother may have raised an idiot but she sure as hell didn't raise no fool! ****** I drove for some time and found a motel that looked just seedy enough for a one night stay. I went in, paid, and got the key. The room smelled like a sex factory. But, frankly, I didn't give a shit. I plopped down on the bed and was asleep in minutes. The following morning I awoke to bright sunlight filtering through the spaces between the curtains. It was 9:00. The previous night's adventures came flooding back to me. My head and my belly were in full revolt. I headed for the shower. I stripped, turned the water to scalding, and stepped in. Gawd! how much better I felt as the steaming water washed away the dirt and sweat and tears of the night before. I was toweling off when my cell started ringing. I knew who it was. I answered it. "Yeah...I remember exactly what I said...no...no...then fuck you." I hung up. She actually had the brass cojones to tell me that I had to be reasonable. Reasonable was not happening. Two minutes later the phone rang again. I ignored it. I was hungry. I headed out on foot to the IHOP on the corner. The walk would do me good, I thought. I was eating and enjoying the heck out of my strawberry international when a woman took the seat immediately across from me. "Rachel!" "Hey, I'm as surprised as you are. My husband and I eat her almost every Saturday morning, or used to," she said. "I'm alone this morning though." "First time for me," I said. "I stayed in the motel over there last night." I nodded in the direction of the distant still lit vacancy sign. "Oh, sorry," she said. "I guess you must be having a hard time. I'll go if you like. I mean if you need to be alone." "No-no, I could use the company. So what are you up to today," I said. "Nothing. When my husband came in last night—at 3:00AM—I was too tired to argue with him, so I just pretended to be asleep and when I awoke this morning he was already packing the car for his golf date. I asked him about coming here, but he begged off. Frankly, Roger, I'm pissed." "Well, that makes a club of two, I suppose," I said laughing. "Listen if I'm off base, just tell me. I'd like to make a day of it with you. I said. You're dressed nice and I'm clean and showered and—well—also pissed, and I decided that I am not going to be shit on anymore, so let's go for it." She looked to be thinking it over. "Yes damn it! Why not. And if our respective spouses don't like it; well, screw them in the ass!" "I like the way you think," I said, and I laughed again. The day was wonderful. The best I'd had since being married. We went to the beach, left our shoes in the car, and walked for a mile on the sand. A breaker soaked us to the knees when we weren't watching and we damn near died laughing and the chill and the nature-ness of it. We fell onto our backs and kicked sand over each other's toes. On an impulse I pulled her to me and kissed her gently. She frowned, then smiled, then returned my kiss. Her tongue dueled with mine; I think she won the duel. We got up shook and brushed off the sand, and went back to the car. We had no special plan so I just drove. It was near 1:00PM, I pulled into a taco-tia with sidewalk tables and we ordered and ate and talked and laughed. Gawd, I thought, what a woman; her husband had to be asshole numero uno or the dumbest dick in the western hemisphere. We spent the rest of the day window shopping downtown. I'd lived in the suburbs my whole life, and I had never shopped in the city per se; it was a neat experience. It was getting late. I decided to make my play. "Rachel, I'm not going home tonight. But, if you want I'll take you back to your car, and you can go home, I mean if you want." "She took my chin in both of her hands and looked me in the eyes. I want to go to that cheap ass room you've got and get myself butt fucked good and proper. Then I want to go out for some good music and maybe a little dancing. That is if I'm not to worn out after you get done doing me." "But your husband—" "But your wife," she retorted. "Let's do it," I said. We drove the few miles to my motel and went inside. We clinched almost immediately. We fell onto the queen sized bed and began mauling each other. Soon we were naked and my seven-inch gut buster was in her hand, then her mouth, then her pussy. She orgasmed before me and then made me pull out. I was a little upset about that; I needed to cum. She saw and said, "Poor baby. Not in my pussy, in my ass, please." She flipped over and stuck her butt up for me to take her. I didn't need any more encouragement. I pushed and pressed and worked myself into her one truly thrilling inch at a time. Soon, I was lodged in quite nicely. I waited for her to get used to me then began pushing and pulling. Just minutes later I unloaded inside of her and she bucked like a bronco trying to drain me of all I had. We collapsed. We slept for some time. It was 9:00PM when she awoke and punched me in the arm. I awakened startled. Roger and Jill "Let's shower and go," she said. We went to the Gilded Lily, the place we had met. It was Saturday night and the place was full. We had to sit at the bar for a while till a two person table opened up. The music was thirties to forties jazz, my favorite sounds. We learned that the piano player's name was Sam—how strange is that. I actually had the balls to ask him to play As Time Goes By, and no doubt because of the sawbuck I slipped into the jar on the piano's top, he did. Rachel and I danced to it. Thoughts of our thoughtless spouses were far from us during those hours. They would return with a vengeance sooner or later, I was sure, but frankly "Scarlet" I didn't give a damn! ****** I called Jill on Sunday after seeing Rachel off; she'd stayed over with me. I told Rachel to call me on my cell if she needed any help of any kind. She knew what I meant. I was thinking of an irate husband maybe wanting to do something unacceptable to her. He deserved everything he got for taking her for granted as he did. I had the same exact feelings in terms of Jill. My call to Jill was short. I told her I would be home by noon, and I would either be packing up the rest of my stuff in preparation for the annulment or divorce, whichever, or she was going to have something to say to me that I wanted to hear. She was subdued, but said she understood. I pulled into the driveway, parked, and went up to the house. I was surprised to see Connie Rice sitting beside Jill on the couch. I didn't like it. I immediately thought they were there together to gang up on me. Well, if so she'd just lost her chance, if it even mattered to her. "Hello, Rog," said Connie. Jill rose and came to me expecting a makeup kiss. I held her off. "Honey..." she started to say. "Hold that thought," I said, "until we get things straight here." "Okay," she said softly. I could see she was concerned. I felt I knew what was coming. I was right. Believe it or not, I hadn't noticed how the two of them were dressed till that moment. They were gorgeous. Short pastel summer dresses, hair done up in matching ponytails, their war paint perfect. Jill was in high heels, Connie in flats, but they both looked great. I went into the kitchen. They looked at me funny as I passed. I got me a cup of coffee from the still half full pot. I returned. They both sighed in relief. "Honey?" "You know the drill, Jill, I said, chuckling at my rhyming skills. "Rog, can I ask you something?" said Connie. I didn't know how much Jill had told her about my ultimatum, but I was pretty sure she knew it all. "Okay," I said. "I guess so." "You told Jill no more parties, bars stuff like that, right?" "Right," I said. "Does that mean never going out again, can I ask?" "No, it means not going out to the kinds of places you all have been dragging me to these past few months." "Okay, what kind of places can Jill go to, again, if I may ask?" "Nice jazz clubs, like the one I was at last night and the night before after I left you all at the Kitty-Cat. Other places, just not the I-can-dance-with-different-men-if-I want-to places. You both no damn well what I mean, Connie. And, while were at it here, have you lost your voice, Jill?" "No, I'm just afraid if I say the wrong thing, ask the wrong question, or act wrongly that you'll leave me," said Jill. "I love you, Roger, I just can't lose you; I just can't. I think you've gone off the deep end, but I understand why you're doing this. Anyway, that's why I've asked Connie to help me, not to sandbag you." "It's simple, really simple. No more parties like the ones you've all been used to," I said. "Rog, can Jill still see us, I mean our group. If we go out with you to your kinds of places can we be included?" This was a wrinkle that had not occurred to me. I paused. I actually liked Connie. The others weren't that bad either. Neither Mac nor Michael had hit on my wife that I knew of. They'd danced with her, but not often and not too close. "Yes, I guess that would be okay. But, and it's a big but, if there is even slight pressure for me to relent and accept going to one of the old haunts—I will immediately file and that without comment or conversation. I hope I make myself clear; there shall be no negotiation whatsoever on that score. So, Jill, which is it." She nodded her acceptance. "I need to hear the words, Jill." "No more parties like before," she said. She rushed to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I held her. Connie looked away as Jill and I kissed. "I'll let the others know the deal," said Connie. And she left. ****** I repressed a thought to tell Jill about Rachel. I felt no guilt whatsoever about our time together, but I didn't see the need to complicate the conversation. Frankly, I didn't care if Jill knew or not, but for the moment it didn't matter that she not know. About a week later I got a call while at work on my cell; it was Rachel. Evidently her night out with me had shaken her husband pretty good. He'd even cancelled his golf game for the following Saturday; they were slated to go to the beach and do some beachcombing—helluva an idea I thought. I laughed as she talked; she'd given me an idea. I broached it to her there on the phone. She agreed. ****** Saturday saw me and Rachel at the beach. Another couple approached and from the other direction and we waved. I pulled Jill in for a sensuous kiss almost right in front of them. Rachel did the same with her husband. We all laughed—supposedly complete strangers to each other. We talked for a minute. Jill, of all people, took the ball and ran with it. She suggested we head for the little sidewalk café a hundred yards distant and have lunch as a foursome. Rachel immediately agreed and we two men were hauled off by our wives. It came to pass that Rachel and her husband Frank became part of our group; they fit in perfectly. I came to like Frank. And he and Rachel and I and Jill became barbecue-at-the-house kinds of friends. Connie and the others still party apart from us, but at least one weekend a month, we all get together. At first exclusively at the Gilded Lily and then other places of the sort. On rare occasions, Jill still got asked to dance, but she was very selective now and made damn sure that I was numero uno in all ways. As for Rachel and I. We became close, but "friends" close, not lovers. I think we each thought of ourselves as the other's safety valve. We had no intention to repeat our illicit time together, but it was always a possibility if our mates fucked one or the other or both of us over. But, should that happen; well that would be the making s of another story wouldn't it. Roger & Me My mom's new husband Roger is one of those guys that's ugly-hot, kind of with a cave man thing going. He's not dirty or anything, just big and muscular, with a beard and kind of shaggy hair and a tendency to walk around in his undershirt when we're at home. Crazy eyebrows, too. Anyway, he can be a giant prick at times, and it's a good thing I'm not younger because I think another year of him is all I can take. Luckily he's a little easier on my kid sister Liza, who's 15. She's really quiet and obedient and studies all the time—kind of has "no trouble here, sir" written all over her. Yeah, sometimes he actually makes us call him "sir," even my mother does it. I think it's a southern thing. It's not all the time, but sometimes he'll tell one of us to do something, and if we just nod or something, he'll say "this is one of those times when it would be appropriate to answer 'yes, sir,'" and we have to say it. I complained about this at first to my mother, but she just reminded me that I wasn't used to having a man in the house, but this was what it was like so I should learn to like it if I wanted a happy family of my own some day. Sure mom, whatever, but I stopped complaining. The truth is, that things have gotten a lot better since Roger showed up, so I don't mind. Mom was overwhelmed by her responsibilities at work and trying to keep up with me and Liza all the time, and now that he's taken over the finances and big household decisions for her, she's way more relaxed and able to laugh again. She was really stressed out before I guess, so we are all grateful to him for his help. The only problem is, I recently found out that it won't be coming to me for free. In fact so far Roger has made sure that Mom and I both pay the piper regularly—him being the piper—for his new role as head of household, and while I do appreciate that he's done a whole lot of work with us, and for us, and raised us all up in the world, I also feel like I had no choice in the matter, and that now my life is completely in his control. It can be infuriating, but until it is time to go away to college next year (and he will be paying my tuition), there's nothing at all I can do but obey, and wait. It didn't take long after he moved in for me to notice Roger's authoritarian streak, actually. I mentioned that Liza is quiet and shy, but I am the opposite. I'm a cheerleader, I love to hang out with my friends and go to parties and cruise around with my friends until all hours on the weekends, drinking beers, smoking pot, and hooking up with the hottest guys in our town, which is pretty small, and I'm the prettiest cheerleader, which made my life awesome for awhile, until Roger moved in and wrecked it. My mom had long given up on getting me to come home by any particular hour. I just wouldn't do it, and she didn't have the energy to punish me, so by the time I was a senior I was pretty much allowed to do whatever I wanted. I was coming home drunk and stoned all the time, sometimes after sunrise, and frankly my grades were in the toilet. Roger had seen it happen a couple of times when they were dating and said nothing, but once they were engaged and he was preparing to move in, he pulled me aside for a 'chat,' in which he informed me that things were going to be changing in "this" household, and my lifestyle was going to be one of them. I had just come in, and frankly I think I was still a little drunk, so I just "yeah whatever"-ed him and went up to bed and forgot about it. Then he moved in, and I did it again: showed up on Saturday morning just when he and my mom were waking up. It was early spring, and everyone was kind of jumping the gun on summer clothes. I was wearing a little strapless sundress I'd just bought that barely covered my ass, and because I was too drunk and exhausted to hitch it up, it had slid pretty low down on my breasts, too. (Thank goodness they're huge, or it would have been around my waist I bet!) Anyway, I staggered in and there was Roger at the kitchen table, already dressed in jeans and his undershirt, sipping his morning coffee. He looked surprised to see me, like maybe they hadn't known I wasn't there, and then he looked pissed. This scared me, because I knew he had a temper, and he'd never been pissed at me directly before, at least not outwardly. I realized I had no idea how he was going to behave. Well here's how he behaved, and I can't overstate how much it shocked me. I staggered in and stopped short, and we stared at each other for a long time, like long enough that it became obviously a test to see who was going to look away first. I lost, of course, and he immediately asked me if I knew what time it was. I thought for a moment, and replied "no," with an offhanded laugh. I really didn't have any idea. "Morning?" I joked, trying to charm him. It didn't work. "Yes. It's eight o'clock in the morning. What makes you think this is an acceptable time for young ladies to come home from their nighttime adventures?" "I guess it's not?" I answered, laughing at his word choice, big mistake but I was nervous. "No." He stood then, and walked right up to me so that I had to tilt my head backwards to see his face. It was actually an extremely intimidating thing for him to do, and I lost all sense of levity—and alcohol. I was in trouble. My heart began to race and my stomach churn, though at another level I felt a strange elation. Finally someone was going to care about whether I fucked up my life or not! I knew my mother cared in her heart, but not enough to try to keep me in line. Though to be fair, she wasn't nearly as strong a person as Roger, mentally and certainly not physically, so it wouldn't have come so easily. They're a good team, I realized, and looked up at him feeling a certain measure of gratitude, despite my fear of whatever penalty would be exacted. I should be punished, I thought, and gazed into his eyes in relief. Thank goodness I finally will be. "You are never to come home this late again," he said "or early, rather. You are a member of my household, and I forbid it. Is that clear? I don't care if you're eighteen years old or not. So long as you live here, you live by my rules, clear?" I gulped and nodded. He was still standing maybe two inches away, forcing me to look up at him, and suddenly he had reached behind me and grabbed a fistful of the back of my sweater in his hand. "Now we're going up to your room," he said then, and deftly spun me towards the stairs and we began to march. "Up to my room?" I squealed, but he ignored me, marching me along. The way was quick, and in moments we were inside, and he had closed the door behind him. We stood in silence then, looking at each other, and his stare trailed leisurely all over my body. My stomach began to churn with anxiety. What was he doing? He'd never looked at me like that before that I could remember. The look was wolvish and wickedly lascivious, and despite myself I wondered what it was exactly that he was thinking about, for me. I found out when he reached over and grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me face down onto my bed, following quickly behind and sitting beside me, pinning me down with one heavy leg extended across my shoulder blades. I didn't even bother to kick. That leg was nearly the same weight as I was, and there was just no way I could escape I knew. This didn't stop me from crying out, however, because the moment he had pinned me into position, I realized what I had coming, and my insides immediately tied themselves into knots of terror. He gently pulled up the hem of my sundress then and exposed my ass, which was covered only by a red strip of thong up the middle. He hooked a finger through it and pulled down, leaving my lower half entirely bare. Then, as if marking his territory, his hand sneaked under my belly and cupped between my legs, giving me a gentle squeeze there. I gasped and began to cry. No way my mother knew this was going on, and I had no idea how to stop it. "Please stop," I whispered. "Please, what about my mother!" "I'm your stepfather," he whispered back, squeezing again. "I have to keep you disciplined." With that, he delivered a horrible slap to my ass, which I was sure must have left a red mark, if not purple, then another, and another, and another, and another, each as hard as the first, with no letting up whatsoever. His only interruption was at some point he must have decided I was screaming too loudly, because he fished a rag out of his pocket and gave it to me to bite down on to muffle my screams. The rag tasted horrible, but having something to brutalize with my teeth took a tiny bit of the edge off of the brutality that was being inflicted on my bare backside, but then the utter, raw humiliation of my situation sank in, and no rag mattered to me at all. I was furious, and with a giant, well-timed twist, I managed to break away from his grip and run into my mother's room, where she was sitting up in bed reading. "Mom make him stop!" I shrieked at her, "Roger is giving me a fucking spanking, make him STOP! I'm eighteen years old and he's not even my fucking father!" And I burst into tears and collapsed on the bed beside her. I heard the door open again behind me and Roger came in, but didn't say anything, and I felt my mother reach over and begin to stroke my hair. It felt so nice and warm after the brutality of his spanking that I didn't say anything, just curled up closer to her and continued to cry, waiting for him to say something. She kept stroking my hair, and he remained silent for nearly a minute. When someone finally began to speak it was my mother, and her words chilled my blood. She said "honey, Roger is in charge in this household, and you need to do what he tells you to do, okay? That includes accepting his punishments when he decides that you need them, understand? If you don't think something is fair, we can all talk about it later, but you don't get to decide your own punishments. That's Roger's job, and I want him to do it. Okay?" I looked up at her in horror, but she was looking at him, with this dreamy, spaced out look on her face that I can only describe as perfect contentment. Perfect contentment to send me to the wolves. Great. I didn't answer, but felt Roger's hand on my elbow, and when he pulled me up, I let him, and followed him meekly down the hall, not looking at my mother again. I wanted to throw up, but instead I followed him back into my room, and bent over the bed for him again and flipped up my own skirt, so that he could finish what he had set out to do. He smiled smugly as he watched me do this, and soon I felt him standing very close to me once again. This time he ran both hands down the sides of my ass, and then in to my inner thighs, which he pushed apart until my feet were spread out wide for him, and I was horrified to realize my pussy and asshole were gaping open for him to see. I heard him murmur "that's a good girl, stay right like that" and then the sound of his belt unbuckling, and swishing through the belt loops of his jeans. I gasped, feeling not the belt across my ass but his fingers on my pussy lips, parting them gently and lightly probing inside. An hour ago I would have screamed, or kicked him or run away, but now the memory of my mother's happy, peaceful face and her voice saying "you need to do what he tells you," kept me still. I swallowed hard and let him continue. "Good girl," he repeated gently, resting his other hand on my back. "I just thought that belt noise might get you wet, and it did." I had no response to that, because it was true, and because although it was still the last thing I wanted to be feeling, whatever he was doing with his fingers still felt unbelievably good, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he made me come. The realization itself sent a shudder through my body, a strange mixture of revulsion and delight that made him stop what he was doing and slap my ass lightly with a laugh. "Oh no," he said "no way." Soon the belt was flying through the air and laying tracks of fire across my already tender ass, and wet pussy. I screamed and screeched and even bellowed a couple of times but he didn't let up until I had run out of energy and was just moaning softly into the bedspread. Finally he stopped, and allowed me to collapse down onto my stomach and rest like that for awhile, and cry, my feet still spread wide on the floor. I heard the belt being pulled back through the loops, and listened futilely for the sound of re-buckling, but that never came. Instead I felt two large, strong hands grip my waist and flip me over so that I was lying beneath him on the bed, facing up into his eyes. He was looking down on me with an expression I found difficult to read. He was no longer angry, but there was definitely no affection there, either. He was inspecting my body but doing it in a cold, almost clinical way, as if searching for any physical hints of remaining defiance to be obliterated by hand or by belt. I could have assured him there were none, but my appearance seemed to do the trick, because finally, looking me directly in the eye the whole time, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled free a massive, and terrifyingly wide erection, and without staying a word he thrust it into my pussy in a clean, straight shot that nevertheless felt like it was going to stretch me into nonexistence. My body clenched around him, and as I rested my feet where he placed them on his shoulders, I suddenly felt like I was melting into a puddle of undeserved joy. God, it felt great. Steadily he withdrew and with every stroke plunged still further into the depths of my body, one hand cupping each knee and he pressed into me for a long series of smooth even strokes that, once he gently placed a thumb on my clit, sent me into a slow, long orgasm that was easily, easily the most intense of my entire life. I was expecting him to come too, then, as my boyfriend always did right after me, but instead he kept right on going, removing his thumb from my tender clit and placing both thumbs on either side of the opening of my anus and pressing, gently, against it as he thrusted into me again and again, grunting and moaning occasionally as he did, never once looking me in the face. If he had he would have seen me shaking my head in horror at the thought that he might go into my backdoor. *It's his right*, I thought, feeling a thrill run up my spine and running my eyes up and down his powerful, well-muscled arms. He returned his hands to my waist and squeezed tightly as he picked up his pace. His penis was incredibly hard and I could feel myself being stretched and stretched by it, not to mention a fair amount of pain. *It's his right*, I repeated silently, focusing on keeping my breaths deep and even, in rhythm with his long, hard thrusts, and tried to relax my hips to allow him full control. He responded by pulling me closer, back down to the edge of the bed, and leaning in for a quick kiss. "Good girl," he whispered, rubbing my breasts and then kissing them softly, keeping up the thrusting, "'atta girl." Suddenly he pulled out and lifted me in his arms like a baby, and laid me out properly across the bed, in the middle with my head on the pillows like a lady, then spread my legs out wide. He kneeled beside me and giving me a quick, startling lick to the clit before positioning himself on top of me, fully covering me with his enormous body. Once again with perfect aim, he impaled me on a hard, fast thrust and this time we both groaned loudly. His cock was so hard and burning hot I felt like I could be fucking a fire-iron, and reflexively wrapped my legs around him, or as far as they would go, to draw him in even closer. Soon our bodies rocked together as one, and I was nearly lifted off the bed by the power of his thrusts. Never in my life had I felt such physical strength, and I felt it flowing into my own body, through all of my limbs and for one quick moment I felt like I was the one who was strong, and I was powerful, and I was free. Never before had I felt such a thrill of adrenaline, and yet never before had I felt so safe and secure. Soon something changed in Roger, and I felt his muscles begin to contract around me, and then I was small and weak again, trapped once more like a snail in its shell. "Oh shit, honey," he muttered, though not to me in particular, I felt, "oh shit, oh Jesus Christ..." I was released, let flop back onto the bed, and he rose to his knees and pulled his cock out of me just in time to shoot a sticky white spiderweb all over my flat, heaving stomach. When he opened his eyes I hadn't moved. He looked down at me smugly and smiled, running his fingers up and down my thighs, then reaching up to give my breasts an affectionate squeeze, then he lay down next to me and was quiet for some time. "Now, daughter," he said eventually, resting a hand on my thing, "the next time you feel disrespectful of my authority in this house, you have a few memories to help remind you now, right?" "Yes," I whispered, a lump in my throat. "Good. You know of course I won't mind reminding you as many times as you need it." He laughed at that. "But trust me," he added "the reminders aren't going to get any more gentle. You got that?" I nodded. "Yes, sir," I mustered. He smiled and pinched my nipple, then got up. "Clean yourself up, dirty girl," he said, tossing me a box of tissues. "Your mom's cooking dinner." Roger and Me Play Again Walking through O'Hare airport in Chicago, I stopped short when I recognized my old friend Roger, whom I had not seen since our college days back in Oklahoma. Roger recognized me as well, as he smiled broadly and stuck out his hand. It had been almost 35 years since we had last seen each other and now we happened to meet by chance in an airport, both of us laying over for the night on business. Roger and I had been close friends growing up back in Oklahoma, and had attended one year of college together before I flunked out and joined the Marines. I found out that Roger had gone on to get his PhD and was a college professor. I was a construction manager and had been married for over 30 years. Roger had only married in the last 10 years. His hair was now a salt and pepper gray, but over all he hadn't really changed that much over the years. On the other hand, I had gained some weight, and even though I was just over six foot two, I was not in near as good of shape as I had been back in the day. We decided to get a cab together and go out for dinner so we would have a chance to catch up on old times. I couldn't help but remember the intimate experience we had as teens, while I was spending the night at his house, almost 40 years ago. (For background information, read my story -- "Playing Husband & Wife"). I wondered if Roger was thinking the same thing when he suggested we get a hotel room first, before we went to dinner. Since I already had reservations I asked if he wanted to stay at the same hotel. He readily agreed. When the cabby dropped us off at the hotel, we found out there were no additional vacancies. Roger was quick to suggest he get a cab and find another hotel, but of course, I insisted he stay in my room since I had two double beds. There would be plenty of room, so he agreed. We found our room on the 8th floor and dropped off our luggage and washed up, then headed down to the hotel restaurant for dinner and drinks. By the time we finished, we had consumed a bottle and a half of fine Beaujolais and both of us felt somewhat giddy. On the way back to the room we were both having a great time and waxing eloquent about days gone by. Once inside the room, Roger insisted I shower first as he turned on the TV, so I stripped down to my underwear and grabbed my dop kit and headed for the bathroom. As I showered I began to think back about our childhood experience together that night at his house, and began to develop an erection as I fantasized about what could happen, yet once again, in our hotel room. After drying off and brushing my teeth, I wrapped one of the large Turkish towels around my waist and exited the bathroom. Roger had already stripped down to his underwear and T-shirt and was sitting on the edge of his bed watching TV. He looked up and smiled as he headed for the bathroom. I turned out all the lights except for the lamp above my bed, and slipped under the covers, completely naked. In anticipation, I put a tube of self warming KY jelly on the night stand between us. It was in plain sight, and Roger was sure to see it. I wouldn't say anything, but I'm sure he would know that I was willing if he was. As I lay back watching TV, and wondering what may happen, I gently fondled my clean shaven scrotal sac and gave my semi-stiff penis a squeeze. Over the years I had developed a thicker and more mature penis, and a lower hanging scrotal sac. I could only imagine what Roger's thick penis and heavy balls would look like if he had matured as much as me. I heard the shower stop, and waited in anticipation to see how things might play out. When Roger stepped out of the bathroom, he flipped off the light and walked toward his bed with a thick towel wrapped around his waist. When he had turned down his covers, he allowed the towel to drop to the floor, giving me a full frontal view of his nakedness. Erotic thoughts flooded my mind as I visually devoured his genitals. His long thick penis was still young looking and perfectly circumcised, elongated in a semi-erect condition. His heavy balls hung low between his thighs inside a clean shaven scrotal sac. It seems both of us were used to shaving down there to facilitate the enjoyment of our wives when they sucked us to orgasm. As Roger began to get in bed, he stopped and picked up the tube of KY Jelly. "This brings back memories," he grinned as he set it back down and slipped under the covers. I flipped off the light above my bed and we both lay there, without saying a word, watching the TV. The light from the screen cast an eerie glow about the room, and gave off just enough light so that one could clearly see what was taking place in the other bed. I turned down the volume so that we were watching only the video. I glanced over and noticed Roger seemed to be openly fondling his genitals. This only served to cause my semi-flaccid penis to begin to grow into a full erection, and it emboldened me to start openly fondling myself. Roger must have seen I was as excited as he, when he whispered if it as OK if he came over to my bed. Of course I agreed. I couldn't believe we were going to relive an experience we had enjoyed together nearly 40 years earlier. Here were two grown men, happily married, and we were going to enjoy one of nature's greatest gifts . . . totally, uncommitted, no-strings-attached orgasm. Roger slipped beneath the sheets on my left side and we both immediately turned toward each other, reaching out, and grasping and fondling each other's throbbing members. The wine was working it aphrodisiac magic when I suggested we throw back the sheets and get in a 69 position to begin with. Without a word Roger crawled around until our heads were conveniently resting on the inside of each other's thigh. From the light of the TV I could clearly see Roger's thick swollen penis and heavy scrotal sac as I grasped his thick rod at the base and began to lick and suck on the plum sized head. Pre-seminal fluid was profusely leaking from the deep slit on the crown of his swollen glans, and I greedily sucked it into my mouth, allowing the clear slick nectar to roll around on my tongue so that I could extract all of it's flavorful essence. I always enjoyed the taste of my own pre-seminal fluid when I masturbated, and Roger's was just as tasty. This was slow and enjoyable sex between two mature men who knew exactly what they wanted, and were in no hurry to get there. Roger expertly sucked my own swollen penis, paying particular attention to my balls as he sucked one and then the other into his mouth and gently roll them with his tongue. I readily returned the favor, savoring the taste and feeling of the hairless smooth skin surrounding his sperm laden balls. I could hear him groan as I sucked them gently into my mouth, while gently stroking his engorged penis. From the feeling of my own approaching orgasm, it was clear that Roger was just as near. I decided it was time to consummate our reunion and whispered to Roger that it was time to make another baby. Without a word, Roger repositioned onto his knees, between my open thighs as I rolled onto my back, and he reached over to grab the tube of KY Jelly. His long thick erection swayed back and forth as I reached out with my right hand to grasp his erection as I fondled his heavy balls with my left hand. He squeezed a generous amount of jelly into his palm and began to rub some on my stiff erection and balls, and down between my ass cheeks. I could feel his slick finger probe my tight anus. He then squeezed more into his hand and lubed his own organ as I grasp my knees and pulled them back toward my chest, with my thighs gapped wide open. Roger placed a pillow under my ass to lift me up and then leaned forward, supporting his body with his left hand as he grasped his thick penis with his right and guided his well lubricated glans toward my dark nether hole. The feeling of his swollen glans against the sphincter muscle surrounding my anus sent shivers of erotic delight throughout my body. "Go ahead and fuck your wife," I hoarsely whispered as he began to push forward, now supporting his body with both arms on either side of my head. The feeling of his thick, throbbing penis pressing against my anus sent shivers of pleasure throughout my groin, buttocks, and thighs. With just a bit more pressure, I felt his plum sized glans slip inside of me. Roger paused momentarily, mercifully allowing me a moment to get used to his fullness before he continued to violate me as a husband violates his wife. With short in and out movements of his hips, his well lubricated hose began to slide deeper into my nether hole, until he finally was able to penetrate me to the furthest depths of my loins. He stopped momentarily, his thick, hard penis buried to the hilt, and allowed the full weight of his body to press into mine. My own lubricated erection was nestled between the flesh of our stomachs as Roger began to grind his hips as he moved gently in and out slightly. The movement of our bodies against my erection soon took it's toll and I notified Roger I was going to cum soon. That must have tripped his own lust as he then began to more rapidly thrust in and out of my ass, massaging my prostate with his rigid flesh. I could no longer hold back as I groaned with lust as my orgasm rushed to completion. Roger continued to thrust in and out as my thick white sperm began to ooze out, lubricating our stomach flesh, causing our bodies to slip and slide uncontrollably. Soon Roger announced he was going to cum as well, and began to grunt and groan as he pressed forward, as deeply as possible. I reached out and grasped his sweaty buttocks, pulling him against me and urging him to make me pregnant. Those words sent him over the edge. I felt his body stiffen and then he announced he was cumming inside of me. He must have been exceptionally excited, because he let go with at least six grunts of orgasmic release, filling my bowels with his thick white sperm. I could feel it running down my ass onto the sheets as he involuntarily continued to thrust against my ass cheeks. Finally he collapsed on top of me, his erection stayed buried to the hilt inside my ass. I simply could not get enough of the feeling of his rigid penis rubbing against my sensitive prostate. It was a very satisfying feeling as he lay on top of me, sighing as we drifted off to sleep. Roger and Naomi I class this story as romance not because anyone walks off into the sunset holding hands nor because any hearts are broken, but because the feelings the people involved have for each other are meant to be of at least as much significance as any sex there may be. And a note to American readers. 1. Arsenal is a football team (that may be "soccer" to you). "Roger" is a slightly anachronistic term for sex, most frequently used as in "I gave him/her a good Rogering". "Fanny" is the type of bottom women have and men don't! The wedding reception was coming to an end shortly before midnight. I had cast eyes over to the pretty, short haired girl sitting a couple of tables away several times and she had smiled back, though without any obvious enthusiasm. I made my move a little clumsily and walked over to ask her to dance. "Sure," she said taking my hand. A jive and a slow dance holding her close, not making that much effort to hide the effect the physical latter had on me, and she said, "Why don't you come and talk to me now you have smooched me. Go and grab me another glass of white wine". With my usual subtlety the first thing I said after returning with the drinks was, "How come you are here on your own?". "I split from my partner a few weeks ago, and am not sure what I want now, whether I want us to get back or not." "Me too," I said. Though in my case it will make no difference what I want, as she is shacked up good and proper with a supposed mate of mine." "Oh poor you, that is going to take some getting over," and she gave me an affectionate stroke on the arm. "Why are you undecided?" I asked. "We had a lot of good times together. We clicked. I enjoyed the closeness and alright the sex and miss that, but ultimately there was a feeling.....both of us had a feeling it wasn't quite right." "Have you not had sex since you split?" I asked. She would know what was going through my mind and was I bothered? I was reasonably optimistic about where this was leading. I was so glad that I had booked a room in the hotel rather than facing the late night tube ride home. She took my hand again as she shock her head. "No, at least not with another person in the room." Softening her voice further she went on, "What is your name? I should know that much about you as I am sharing all these supposedly private things" "Roger" I said- it can be a handy name in this sort of situation. I have heard all the jokes but one from her now might mean I was on a cert. None was forthcoming. "What's yours?" "Naomi. But look before we go on I had better say something." "Yes?" I wondered what could be coming up? Surely this was a little early for a warning about her menstrual cycle, if that was what it was. "I am a lesbian, I am afraid. I was flattered by your erection when we danced, but I won't be able to give you much help with it." "But what about your boyfriend? Your ex anyway?" "You weren't listening closely, were you?" The words could have been harsh, but were said with kindly amusement and she was still holding my hand tightly, "You made a wrong assumption, though most people would." "Sorry", was all I could say. "What for?" "Well for not realising, and for getting a you know when I held you dancing." She laughed, "I don't see why either of those calls for an apology. I would be a bit worried if people thought 'lesbian' as soon as they clapped eyes on me, and like I said turning on another person is a nice feeling, even if they are a man, which does make it rather easy. But I don't want to lead you on or be a cock tease." "You're really nice," I said, with perhaps a misplaced note of surprise in my voice. "Thank you, but why shouldn't I be?" "Well I suppose no reason, it's just that I have never properly got to know a lesbian before. I thought you were a bit sort of anti-men." "Anti-men, me? Why some of my best friends are men bashers." I looked mystified. "Sorry, Roger, that was a joke, probably not a good one. No I am not anti anything. Well maybe racists and Arsenal supporters, but otherwise I am pretty easy going. Seriously, there is no more reason I should be anti-men than you are, assuming you don't find them sexually attractive either". "And what's wrong with Arsenal supporters?" "Roger, don't go there now, I want to talk to you about more interesting things than football?" "Okay" Perhaps, I thought she would trade some really valuable information for my abandoning a riposte to the slight to my football team. Despite her pretty definite position on sexuality, I hadn't completely given up. "Have you ever made love to a man?" "Yes, of course. I am 26. I wasn't convinced I preferred women until I was about 20." "When was the last time?" "About eighteen months ago. I had a big row and sort of split then with my Michelle, that's my ex. An old mate- male- of mine comforted me and one thing led to another." "Do you enjoy sex with men?" "In a way, but it doesn't quite work for me. You imagine how it would feel for you being fucked by another man.... no that's not right, you would probably just find it painful. Imagine you're the one doing the fucking of another man's bottom." "No I wouldn't like that at all. Is the thought of normal, sorry that's not the right word but you know what I mean, sex like that for you.?" "Not really because I haven't been conditioned to find it repulsive. It's actually quite a nice feeling physically so long as he is gentle, like you would find fucking a man if you didn't have to cope with the stigma. But the thought of it doesn't turn me on because I don't find men very sexually attractive." It has to be remembered throughout this gorgeously intimate conversation her hand had continued to grasp mine and her brown eyes and big warm smile had hardly turned away from my face. I was a bit disappointed when she yawned and said, "I suppose I ought to go home, though I am probably too pissed to drive safely" "I've got a room upstairs. You're more than welcome to share it." There was no immediate response so I stammeringly added, "On a strictly platonic basis, of course." "Roger that's so kind. I would love the company continuing a bit longer as well as not having to drive. Do you mind?" "Of course, I don't I am enjoying your company too, if you're going my way maybe you will give me a lift tomorrow." "That sounds like a good deal" Thirty seconds later we were in my room. Our hands remained clasped as we had walked up there. Ironically, I thought, any casual observer of our interaction would have wrongly assumed that this was all leading up to some pretty serious shagging. With an "excuse me" she disappeared into the bathroom. There were sounds of weeing and washing before she emerged a few moments later Her dress had come off, revealing some obscure silky female under garment on her top half and an unconcealed pair of knickers- old fashioned rather than a thong but still immensely erotic to my eyes- on the lower half, and a big grin on her face. "Don't think I am looking at you in a naughty way," I said. "I completely respect your sexuality, and have no interest in your body." I said but rather spoilt the effect by giggling. "You are such a rotten liar,"she pointed out. I went to the bathroom. The erection had returned in full glory. In fact it had never completely subsided throughout our conversation. Normally I sleep naked, but felt it would be rude, even aggressive, to do so, while sharing a bed supposedly platonically with a girl- so after a very quick shower, I had found the clean pair of boxers intended for the morning and put them on before reentering the room. I climbed into the generously large bed: she had already ensconced herself on the left side. "I don't mind sleeping on the sofa, if you prefer." I said, making the most insincere offer of my life. "It's your room I wouldn't dream of driving you out of bed," she replied. I lay down. A slightly awkward silence ensured. I turned out the main light though a reading light remained on. Very discreetly I put my hand in my boxers and touched my penis. I didn't do anything like I normally would when I wanked. I just applied a bit of finger pressure to the most sensitive bits. She couldn't possibly realise. "Are you playing with yourself?", she asked. "Well... err..." "It's alright, but if you are, I hope you don't mind if I do too." "Yes err no..." Then I managed to prise myself from embarrassment to honesty. "Actually having you do that would be about the most erotic thing I could imagine." "Good", she snuggled close to me, "Sometimes I would do it lying in bed next to Michelle when she was too tired for sex. It is far less lonely masturbating with another person there, isn't it?" "Mmmmmm" was the most coherent response I could manage. Naomi's right shoulder was pressed against me and I could feel slight rhythmical movements reverberate up her arm. My own movements had become far less inhibited as I slipped my erect penis out of my boxers and started rubbing in a joyous if slightly frustrating wank. "Can I give you any help?" I asked not sure whether it was jokingly or not. "Why don't you hold me with the hand your are not rubbing yourself with. It would be nice if you fondled my boobs, though I might be pretending you are a girl" I did not need any prompting. As she turned her back slightly I, regardless of whether or not the invitation was meant to encompass it, pushed her chemise up, and put my hand over her bare left breast trapping her nipple- gently enough I hoped- between the sides of my fingers. Within a couple of minutes and simultaneously- I think her orgasm set me off, but it might have been the other way around- we came noisily and, in my case, very messily. She turned to face me, "Thank you, Roger, that was so nice. I am glad we met." "Me too" We could have fallen asleep then, but a desire to communicate over took the alcohol induced tiredness we both felt. The next two hours were spent on the conversation that might normally have preceded any sexual intimacy: how we each knew the marrying couple- I was a university friend of the bride, she a cousin of the groom- our careers, our families, how her parents felt about her being gay - very supportive it turned out- our disillusionment with our respective ex's. We faced each other as we talked. We kissed a few times on the lips, but her mouth did not open to allow my tongue inside. Most of the time my hand remained on her breast. At one stage I slipped a hand between her legs. She did not object perhaps because her knickers were still on. The conversation did not break as I stroked her the length of her very wet vagina through the thin cotton material wondering if if it was acceptable to put a finger inside the garment or indeed inside her or even to concentrate on her clitoris as much as I normally would, but nor did her breathing change or she show much change of arousal. When other subjects lagged momentarily at about 3 a.m. I brought the conversation back to her dislike of Arsenal. "So who do you support?" I asked. The question met with a much more intriguing response than naming any one of the other 91 league teams would. "Have you got a condom with you, Roger?" "Err, yes" "Put it on then" "Why?" "Why do you think, you dingbat?," she laughed. I know I can be slow, but that really was silly. I quickly scratted through my bag, produced one and had it rolled over my penis. Superfluous though it was she provided an explanation, "We're both extremely horny, I like you very much indeed, even if you have got one of those funny penis things sticking out between your legs, and I know you just won't stop interfering with my fanny until I give you a good..well, rogering." She put her arms round me and lifted her lips to mine. At last our tongues touched. I put my hands under her bottom lifted a little and pulled her knickers off and climbed on top. With no guidance from either of us I was inside her. I tried to keep my thrusts slow and gentle, though her hip movements suggested that she wanted something a little more dynamic, which I was happy to accommodate. Again simultaneous orgasm happened quickly and satisfyingly. This time little more was said afterwards and we were both soon asleep. I awoke around 10 a.m. with pleasingly little hangover but with a disappointing note lying on my bed. "Roger, sorry for going. I probably owe you a lift home. Thanks for last night. It was by far the best 'normal' fuck I have ever had- or will have. At least you know I will never forget you. It has confused me a bit, but not about my sexuality. Even though the sex was brilliant, I would still rather be with a girl, at least if she was as lovely as you are. I am not giving you my phone number, but I won't be offended if you find it out and give me a call. Sorry, just don't know what I want. Maybe we should be great friends, but the sexual temptation will always be there. Do I want that? Do you? Thank you so much for everything, Naomi xxx. P.S. I support Tottenham, of course" Like everything else about her, besides the dodgy choice of football team, the note had a resonance with me. Could we just be friends? Would I be obsessed with getting her back into bed? Was it better to forget her, or should I text the bride to get her number? Are honeymoons that sacrosanct? I could probably retrieve the seating plan from the kitchen staff and find her surname and Google her. Should I? I had certainly had less pleasant dilemmas to face on Sunday mornings... Roger Fucking My Ass Over the years I have come to realize either you change with time or you are left behind. That being said want to tell you of one major change in my life. That's being able to accept it's okay to look at men as a possible sex partner and not as someone that is nasty to come into contact with. For years us men have loved the idea of getting a blow job from women and then after having that done we go back to kissing her and making out like she never had our cock in her mouth. So anyway you look at it we are tasting our own cock. So for some reason that's seems to be okay but just the idea of tasting another mans cock is out of the question or that's the way I use to think. Same goes for fucking your wife or girl friend up the ass and the idea of fucking some guy is out of the question. Now all that is in the past since I have learned to accept its okay to have someone other than a woman suck my cock or me sucking on a nice cock. Same goes for fucking. If you enjoy fucking a woman in the ass what makes a man's ass a problem. I can tell you for a fact it's a big turn on to have a man bent over and shoving your cock deep inside him and most seem to really enjoy it. Well it was that way of thinking that brings me to where I am today. I have no problem letting some man suck me off or me fucking someone of the same sex no more than I have a problem with me sucking his cock or letting him fuck my ass. Want say it's my favorite thing to do but it feels pretty good once you get us to him driving it inside you. Then the feel of his hot cum as he shoots his load inside you is awesome. So over the past few years I have been reading stories and seeking out men mostly in my age range that wants to either suck me off or wanting someone to service their ass. I prefer being the top but I can swing both ways if I have to. Want to tell you about the latest man in my life. Want give you his real name but let's call him Roger. Well Roger is a business man working with one of the local banks. Very clean cut and a real nice person. Now Roger is a black man. Now that's something else I have had to learn to overcome and move on with so I have taken care of the race issue years ago. I happen to find Roger while looking over a thing called Craig's list. He said he was looking for a handy man to help him do some work around the house. Well I can do about anything and decide to see what he had in mind but I knew he was wanting more than someone to fix things around the house. He wanted someone to suck and someone to suck him. He also let it be know he loved fucking a nice ass. So I made contact with Roger and made arrangements to meet him and look over the work he wanted done. First meeting went great and it was just talk for the most part but I enjoyed his company and we spend the next hour or so just chatting. Made arrangements for the following week to start some of the work. We did manage to get some of the things done but both of us knew we wanted more than that. So after finishing the job we sat around and talked then the subject came up what he really wanted. Told me how he got started messing with men. Seems while he was just a young boy he was playing basketball with an older friend and during the contact with each other on the court he notice his friend had a hard on. The friend kept pushing and rubbing against him until he too have a hard on. Well it took off from there and they ended up sucking and fucking each other. That was years ago but Roger was hooked on men and to this day he prefers being with a man over that of a woman. After hearing that story I too was hard and by looking at Roger I notice a tent in his pants. We didn't waste much time getting down to busy. Within a few minutes our cocks were out and we were sucking off each other. I could feel his hands on my ass feeling me up and I knew he wanted to fuck me. Well I have only been fucked a few times and can't say I enjoyed it that much but always wanted to be fucked so I say why not. He was gentle with me and took his time playing with my ass. The more he played the more I wanted it. Wasn't long I was on the floor with my ass in the air and he was rubbing his hard cock against the crack of my ass. Lucky for me he didn't have one of those big long cocks that a lot of black men seem to have. As a matter of fact I am much bigger than he is. Slowly he worked on my ass until he was inside me. It hurt for a while but as I got use to it and accepted the fact he was going to fuck me I sort of liked it. I can tell he was getting really turned on and I knew it wouldn't be long he would be shooting his cum inside my ass. As he got faster and faster and I was use to the feeling he shoots off in my ass. That was really the first time I had gone that far and have to say I enjoyed it. We still meet every once in a while for some fucking and sucking. May just give him a call today before he goes to work and see if maybe he wants to play but he is always ready so I will just have to see what happens. He goes to work around 3pm and it's after 11 now so not a lot of time. It's decision time. Roger Harder Visits Swappington Ch. 01 Please be warned that this story is about cuckolding. Read at your own risk. Part 1 I've heard it said that we English are very slow to change, but I'd like to tell you how one American man changed my life and many others in our village in a very short time. I may as well use meeting my friend Mandy as a starting point. I'd been out shopping for a new nightie at Marks and Spencer and was walking down Swappington's high street on my way to have tea, when I suddenly heard the voice of Amanda Smythe Torrington, my very best friend. 'Mandy' as she was more commonly known by our small circle of friends was married to Clive Torrington, our local vicar, and the two of them had been off on a vacation to Tenerife. I must say her hair looked even more golden than when she left and she looked very tanned and rested. To be honest, I'd totally forgotten that she was due to return. Mind you, I had a very good reason for forgetting. My reason was Roger Harder. "Sarah, fancy running across you like this!" she squealed. "This is amazing, we only just got back last night, and I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning. My goodness, look at you! you look positively radiant! What on earth have you been up to while I've been away?" Suddenly her voice became serious. "You naughty thing, you haven't gone and got yourself a lover have you?" she asked. I smiled. "Mandy, I have some brilliant news to tell you, but I'm absolutely famished, why don't you let me buy you lunch and I'll tell you all about it." I took Mandy's arm and steered her into Muncie's, our favorite coffee shop, then asked the hostess for a quiet booth in the back. Once we were settled we ordered two teas and the lunch special and after the waitress had left, Mandy got right to the point. "Go on then, Sarah," she giggled. "I'm all ears! I can hardly wait to hear this news of yours!" "Well I'm not at all sure you're going to believe it," I said excitedly. "It all started last Friday evening. I was just finishing up the last of the dinner dishes when my husband Charles looked up from his evening paper and smiled at me, and I knew right away something was coming." "Once again Sarah you've outdone yourself," he said, in that ridiculous stuffed shirt voice he sometimes puts on. "That was a wonderful dinner tonight." I knew Charles well enough to know that he'd been rather uncomfortable all during our meal, and it was obvious he had something to say, but he'd been waiting for just the right opportunity. "Why thank you Charles," I said, waiting for the other shoe to fall, "but it's nothing special, it's only a pot roast and some left over vegetables we had in the fridge." Charles isn't one to give compliments, and he rarely uses them unless he has something unpleasant to say and is softening me up for it, so I braced myself for what was coming. "I'm terribly sorry old girl, but I have some rather bad news for you. I'm afraid something has come up and we're going to have to forgo your dance tomorrow night." "You can well imagine how upset I was. You know that I'd been looking forward to my club's annual dinner dance all year. It is the Saint Barnabas Hospital Women's Auxiliary fundraiser, and for the first time ever, I had been the one chosen to organize it. It's our village's biggest social event and I'd been working on it for months. Charles was so flippant in the way he announced we weren't going, my disappointment quickly turned to anger." "Don't you dare call me an old girl, Charles Thompson!" I snapped, "I'm only forty years old!! My god, do you know how hard I've been working on this dance? What could possibly be so important that we have to miss it? Besides, I've spent a small fortune on a new dress and I can't take it back now, I've only just had it altered." "I'm sorry Sarah, but one of the company's new owners is flying in to go over the books with me this weekend." "We can't not go Charles! You haven't taken me out all this year! I don't care about your bloody 'company!'" I sulked. "Let him come some other weekend... you know how important this is to me!" "Sorry dear, but that's rather impossible. You know my career comes first, and I'm the firm's only representative in this area. I'm afraid that brings me to the second half of my bad news. All the local inns are full and we need to put him up for the weekend. I'm counting on you to help me make a good impression." "I know you will understand me Mandy, when I say that it was at moments like this that I sincerely regretted marrying Charles. He has been putting in longer and longer days at his office, and although he says he's doing it for the two of us, it doesn't seem worth all the hours I spend on my own. If it wasn't for all the Harlequin romance novels I read to keep myself occupied, I'm not sure our relationship would have lasted this long." Mandy listened in sympathy, and I paused to gather my thoughts. She'd often mentioned her sexual frustration at her husband Clive's performance and how she wished he was a little less religious and a lot more attentive to her needs. She was enraptured by my story and begged me to continue. "Please do go on dear, I can relate to your situation so well! Many the night Clive is down in his study working on a sermon when he should be upstairs looking after me." "Mandy, while I've sat up and waited for Charles to come home, I've found solace in my romantic stories where I can become lost in a fantasy life of swarthy Latin lovers, intrigue and infidelities. How I've wished I could be like the women in my books, full of passion, and always finding romance in exotic, far off lands. My reality has been different. My husband sells medical equipment and is usually so knackered by the weekend that he just likes to sit home and watch television. The closest we've ever come to an exotic holiday was that cheap package deal to the Algarve Charles took me on, and that was a nightmare. Our hotel was filled with British soccer hooligans with coarse fat wives in tights who insisted on ordering fish and chips and hamburgers in the restaurant, and then complained about their meals while their husbands picked fights with the locals. That experience left me ashamed to be English, and I'd never been happier than when our 'two weeks in the sun' finally ended. You know yourself there's little enough to look forward to in Swappington, and now my husband was asking me to sacrifice the dance to put up his new and undoubtedly stodgy boss. At that moment I swear I hated Charles with every fibre of my being. However unlike in my novels, I knew no good looking young lover would be coming along to rescue me, so I decided I might as well resign myself to my fate." "Oh all right," I sighed. "What's his name and when does his plane come in?" "That's a good girl Sarah, I knew you'd come through for me," he said. "His name is Roger, Roger Harder, and he's coming in tomorrow on the two-thirty flight. I suppose you'd better pop into the butchers' tomorrow morning and pick up a nice roast for Sunday." "What about dinner tomorrow night?" "You don't have to worry about that; in his e-mail Mr. Harder said not to worry about dinner tomorrow as he would be eating on the plane. Thank you dear, this is terribly important to me." ******************** "Early next morning as I dusted and polished the floors, I thought of the fun I would be missing that evening and my anger returned in spades. While the rest of the town would be at the dance, I would be at home serving coffee and cake to Charles and Mr. Harder while they went over last years sales figures. I was still seething all the way out to the airport, and as Mr. Harder's two-thirty plane landed and taxied down the runway, Charles told me to get a hold of myself." "Come on Sarah, we can't have you greeting my boss like this," he said as the first of the passengers started to disembark from the plane. "What will he think?" "I don't care what he thinks Charles," I pouted. "It's not fair that I have to miss out on my own dance!" "Will you at least try to look happy!" he snapped. "That's probably him now." "My husband gestured towards a short, balding, dumpy little man in a wrinkled gray suit who was struggling to reclaim his suitcase. With that Charles gently steered me forward towards him." "Mr. Harder?" Charles asked hesitantly. The man shook his head. "Sorry old boy, it's not me you're after." "I'm over here Thompson. Just give me a moment to collect my bag." "A very tall, colored man with an American accent and an authorative voice who was just this side of forty, was standing on the other side of the conveyor belt. We'd somehow missed him, so I imagined he must have got off the plane after the other passengers. He looked at us and smiled and I caught my breath. I'd been expecting someone much older and certainly not an American. To my surprise he was tall and black with a shaved head, and he was wearing an open collar light blue shirt and khakis. Roger Harder was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His strength and confidence was amazing and I'm telling you, he had the body of a football player and the grace of a gazelle. Mandy, I swear that when he looked in my eyes, I felt the earth move." "You must be Sarah," he smiled, handing me a very expensive looking bottle of wine in a paper bag. "This is for your kindness in having me on such short notice. "I'm sorry it isn't wrapped better." "My knees grew weak. Roger's look left little doubt that his attraction to me was equally as strong as mine to him. I couldn't believe the lustful feeling that had begun between my legs and was traveling up my tummy like an out of control fire. I could swear by the way he looked at me he knew my pussy was getting wet, and I began to blush. In fact I was at such a loss for words that Charles had to prompt me." "Aren't you going to thank Mr. Harder, Sarah?" Charles asked, giving me a puzzled look. "Sorry? Oh yes...of course...thank you so much Mr. Harder, you didn't have to do that." "It's my pleasure Sarah...I just wish I'd had a chance to get you some flowers too. Please...Call me Roger, I hate formalities." "We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, and then he turned to Charles. Mandy, I swear until that moment I'd never ever entertained the thought of adultery, but Roger had such an affect on me, I'd forgotten my husband even existed." "You're a lucky man Charles... you didn't tell me you were married to such a beautiful lady." Roger winked at me and I almost came right there, standing in the middle of the arrivals lounge. "You'd better be careful," he admonished my husband, "I have a thing for pretty brunettes, and I might just steal her away from you." "Yes...well uh...I suppose we'd best be going," Charles stammered, notably flustered. "We have a long way to go, and a lot of work ahead of us." "If it's all the same to you Charles, I think our work can wait until tomorrow. Tonight I'd like to let my hair down a little. What do you do for fun in your little town?" "We've only got one pub Roger, and it isn't up to much, mind you I suppose we could have a pint and play a game of darts." "Is that all there is Charles? Don't you have any clubs? Somewhere we could go to do a little serious partying? You know what you English say about all work making Jack a dull boy." "I'm afraid not, the Frog and Gate is all there is." "Charles, perhaps Roger might like to go to the dance tonight." I interjected. Charles gave me an annoyed look. "I don't think Roger would be interested in that, my love," he said quietly. "I'll decide what I'm interested in Thompson," Roger chided. "Did you say there was a dance Sarah?" he asked. "Barely concealing my excitement, I gave Charles a triumphant look." "Yes, our Hospital Auxiliary is putting on a dance at eight o clock tonight, Roger. And I'm the one who organized it!" I added proudly "The band is really rather good! That is, if you care for ballroom dancing." "As a matter of fact I do. I took lessons a year ago, but up until now, I haven't had a chance to put them into practice. Wait a minute...you weren't going to miss it on my account, were you?" "Charles felt you wouldn't be interested." I pouted "He said you'd want to work tonight," "Well Charles was wrong! I'd love to go!" "And so while Charles drove the fifteen miles back to our house in subdued silence, I told Roger all about our little village, my hospital charity work, and my love for ballroom dancing. I glanced over at my husband, and I could see he was quite sullen and more than a little miffed. He was obviously insecure about Roger's interest in me, and inwardly I felt quite pleased with myself.. It was wonderfully erotic to have the attention of two men and I felt very powerful." ******************* "Much later that evening at the dance, after we had introduced Roger around to our circle of friends and we'd all had a few drinks, he asked Charles if he would mind if he had a dance with me." "Of course not," Charles replied, ever the gentleman. "Please, be my guest, take Sarah out on the dance floor and show her a good time. "When Charles told Roger to show me a good time, I don't think he quite knew what he had set into motion. Roger had such big powerful arms and he was a wonderful dancer. The band was as good as I'd hoped for, and as we waltzed around the room I could tell all the other wives were quite envious of me. Of course it wasn't very long before the inevitable began to happen. Once the others got over the novelty of seeing me dancing with Roger and went about their business our little courtship began in earnest." "Oh Sarah, you are a naughty girl!" Mandy gasped "Do go on! Tell me how Charles reacted, wasn't he the least bit jealous?" "Well, no. Actually Charles was too busy socializing with all of his cronies. You see, I think he had retreated into a state of denial, and was seemingly oblivious to the fact that Roger and I were dancing to almost every song. And here comes the best part, Mandy." I looked around the café and lowered my voice "All the time we were dancing Roger had a huge erection!" "My god Sarah! My knickers are getting wet just imagining the two of you rubbing your naughty bits together!" "Yes, well then, maybe you can begin to appreciate how wet I was getting Mandy! I could tell by the way it lay across my tummy that he was far bigger than Charles, and it felt so good it took all of my will power to stop me from climbing up onto it. Anyway, Roger took me into a darkened hallway and kissed me, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to slip my hand in between our bodies and give his cock a squeeze!" "You didn't! Goodness gracious Sarah, you do surprise me! Still, I can't help feeling somewhat sorry for Charles. You're both my friends you know." "Yes I know but I wouldn't go feeling too sorry for Charles just yet, Mandy. The way things have worked out, both of us have benefited immensely from Roger's visit!" "Whatever do you mean Sarah? How could Charles possibly benefit from your affair with Roger?" "Have patience Mandy, I'll get to that eventually. Anyway like I said, I gave his cock a squeeze and to my delight it was huge! Meanwhile Roger was cupping the cheeks of my fanny and I was getting very turned on. I realized if we didn't leave, things would soon get out of hand. It's funny isn't it? All year I've been dying to go to the dance, and now after two hours, I couldn't wait to get out of there!" "Well from the sound of it, something far better had 'come up' for you!" Mandy giggled. "Please forgive me, I couldn't resist the pun... god I'm getting so horny listening to you I'll have to go home after this and get a good rogering from Clive to put me out of my misery!" Suddenly Mandy giggled again. "Did you hear what I just said Sarah? That's just too funny! Think about it Sarah... did you realize you're getting rogered by someone called Roger Harder!" I began to giggle along with Mandy, and before we knew it we were both getting quite hysterical. Mandy suddenly stopped laughing and with a serious tone asked, "And does he, Sarah?" "I don't understand Mandy, does he what?" "Does Roger Harder roger you harder?" she asked with a giggle. "Oh I see. Why yes, yes he does," I said with a smile, and then I broke out laughing once again. When our laughter had finally died down, I continued telling Mandy my story. I told her how Roger had gone up to Charles and told him we needed to go home immediately, and dear old Charles who would do anything to keep his job, had willingly complied without so much as asking why. I went on to tell her how surprised my husband had been when Roger and I climbed in the back seat of the car, and how he had watched in the rearview mirror as Roger and I kissed each other on the long drive home. "Oh my god," she gasped. "I can't believe it! And he didn't do anything to stop you?" "No he didn't, he didn't even say anything when Roger lay me back on the seat and rolled my stockings off my legs! I think he was rather enjoying watching us." "What on earth happened when you got home? Surely you didn't..." "Yes... yes we did, and it all felt so right. Roger told Charles he was going to take me upstairs and give me a good seeing to, assuring him that he was welcome to watch. It was all so terribly exciting. Roger just seemed to know how to take charge of the situation, and to give Charles his due, bless his heart he took it all in stride. Without a word he followed us up the stairs, parked himself in our bedroom's easy chair, then took out his cock and began to masturbate, while Roger set about undressing me." I stopped talking and looked across the table at Mandy to see how she was taking all of this. Although a vicar's wife she was really quite a tart at heart, and I couldn't help but notice her nipples had swollen up and were pushing out the front of her sweater. The dear girl's eyes were glazed over, and her breathing had become quite shallow. She'd also slipped down very low in her seat, and what's more, her hand had crept off the table and was busy between her legs. "Mandy!" I whispered. "Do try to control yourself, we are in a restaurant! For goodness sakes, someone from your congregation might see you!" Mandy stopped what she was doing with a start and quickly rearranged her skirt. "I'm so sorry Sarah, your story was making me so very randy I completely forgot myself. Please...do go on!" "I understand perfectly my dear, I'm getting soaked just recounting it! Now where on earth was I?" Mandy giggled, "Charles was playing with himself and Roger was undressing you." "Oh yes, but undressing seems such an inadequate word to describe what Roger was doing to me. He began by ever so slowly lowering the straps of my dress off my shoulders and then unhooking my bra. Look at my arms Mandy; I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about it! After that he sucked on my teats, spending about five minutes on each nipple, until I was literally begging him to put me out of my misery. While all this was happening I was watching to see Charles's reaction." "And what has his reaction, dear heart?" "Do you remember how I said how Charles had benefited too? Well, while he was watching us he'd gotten the biggest, stiffest, erection I'd seen him have in years! It was if he'd somehow tapped into the very source of Rogers' manhood. Oh Mandy, you can't begin to imagine how naughty and forbidden it feels to have two men so excited about you that their cocks are waving about, and one of them your husband no less! I felt like such a slut!" Roger Harder Visits Swappington Ch. 01 I looked over Mandy's shoulder and saw the waitress hurrying out of the kitchen with our lunch. "We'd best hush up and act serious," I tittered, "here comes our meal!" The two of us sat in stony faced silence until the young girl had served us and left, then I began again where I'd left off. "So Roger had me stand up and remove my dress, and then he told Charles to come over and take off my undies to help prepare me for my fucking. Well, Charles didn't need telling twice! He was over in a flash, and listen to this! His cock was leaking huge amounts of precum onto the carpet as he slipped off my thong panties. I'd never seen it like that before! Then Roger got rather personal and asked if I kept a vibrator in the bedroom." "And did you?" Mandy gasped. "Well, with me being married to a workaholic like Charles, what do you think? Of course I did, and there was no point lying about it, Roger seemed to know everything about me, so I confessed I had one hidden away in my bedside drawer. I was so embarrassed, even Charles didn't know I owned one." "Bring it to me so I can show Charles what a slut he's married to," Roger said to me in his lovely deep voice. "When I took it out of the drawer it seemed so huge I felt I was viewing it for the very first time! What ever had possessed me to purchase such a wicked thing? I lay it on the bed in front of Roger and Charles and it glistened menacingly in the darkened room. An eight inch black rubber shaft, all heavily veined, with a little pronged device for tickling my clitoris, a thick and solid testament to my shame, but oh god, how I loved it!" I paused for a moment and gestured towards Mandy's lunch . "You'd better finish your tomato soup Mandy my dear, it's getting quite cold." "The devil can have my soup! Hurry up and finish your story!" she panted. "Alright I will, but I hope you won't think any less of me when I'm done." "On the contrary my dear Sarah, my opinion of you is going up by the minute! I'm really rather impressed by your candor, and truthfully, I'm downright envious of you, you lucky, lucky woman! Please, do go on again!" "Thank you Mandy, you're too kind. So there we were, the three of us, staring down at my what was lovingly referred to in the catalog as a 'Bad boyz dong,' an eight inch afro-american multi speed vibrating dildo, complete with balls and suction cup, and slanted for comfortable entry." "My god Sarah, I had no idea you needed such a whopper...what a sexy woman you are," Charles said, studying my precious 'marital aid' almost reverently, all the while manhandling his drooling penis. "I had no idea!" he repeated. "The best is yet to come, Charles," Roger assured him and having said that, he ordered me to fix the wicked thing to my bedside table and mount it. "Please Roger I can't do that... It's so humiliating!" I pleaded, but Roger smacked my bare bottom soundly and ordered me to do as I was told. "Well what was I to do? I licked the dildo's suction cup and pressing it down, attached it firmly onto the middle of the night table. Then I squatted over it, and ever so gently lowered myself down. I felt the head of it part my labia and slip up inside, and reaching underneath myself, I turned the switch on to high, and surrendering to my carnality sank down on it with a big sigh of relief." "But if I thought Roger's degradation of me was over, I was wrong. By now he'd removed his slacks and underwear, and was approaching my mouth with his enormous black cock. Bear in mind this was the first time I'd seen it, and I had no idea a man's penis could be that big. I don't know what was going through Charles's mind, but if his own drooling cock was any indicator, he was as excited as I was. Let me tell you it was a marvelous sight to behold." "Charles, I can see you're enjoying being cuckolded," Roger noted. "I'll bet Sarah is a great cocksucker! I'm going to put my cock into your wife's mouth, and I want you to pump it until I come and she swallows every drop of it." "Mandy, Roger did as he was told! Can you imagine what a turn on it is to have your husband willingly milking a massive black cock into your mouth while you suck on it?" "Oh god Sarah, no I can't imagine it. It sounds so filthy! You lucky woman you!" "Well, I was drooling like a rabid dog, my nipples were sticking straight out like a pair of erasers and all the while the dildo I'd fastened to the table was churning away beneath me. Dear Charles was so turned on he began jacking off Roger faster and faster, and he was doing himself with his other hand. I could feel Roger's cock swelling up in my mouth, and knowing his pending orgasm was imminent, I clamped my lips around the head of it and sucked even harder." "Oh my god Sarah, you wanton slut!" Mandy groaned. "I'm so hot I think I'm ready to come at any moment. This is the best luncheon date I've ever had! What happened next?" "Well my dear, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure that out. Roger came of course, with a loud yell I might add, and flooded my mouth with what felt like a cup full of thick, salty sperm. As I gulped it down I thanked my lucky stars that you can't get pregnant from swallowing semen, because if you could, I'd probably be carrying a little replica of Roger in my belly! Can you imagine how that would go over at Saint Barnabas General?" "Yes, I can," she giggled, "they'd probably be fastening you into the village stocks and stoning you to death! So tell me dear...I have to know... what was Charles doing while you were drinking his boss's sperm?" "Oh yes... Charles. Well, when Charles saw Roger come in my mouth he followed suit and literally drenched me, spraying me with his own cum. What a facial he gave me! I must say, having two men come at once is very good for one's ego... It made me feel so terribly wanted! Mandy dear, you're awfully quiet. Is everything all right?" "I'm sorry Sarah, but I'm afraid I've just come! Oh god, how I wish I could get my husband Cyril as stirred up as Charles was. You wouldn't like to loan Roger out to me would you?" "Well, we'll have to see about that. I'm sure Roger wouldn't be averse to buttering your crumpet for you, my dear. Who knows, perhaps Cyril might secretly be like Charles, and enjoy sharing his wife with a black man. He is a vicar after all. Aren't vicars supposed to be generous and giving? Apparently it's more common than you might think... but let's get on with my little story." "After we'd all recovered Roger suggested to Charles that he go get a bottle of wine. I started to get up to wash all the cum off myself but Roger insisted I leave it on, saying it made me look nice and slutty. Then he made me get on all fours, spanked my bottom and mounted me from behind." "You mean he was hard again already Sarah?" Mandy asked in astonishment. "Yes, the man was insatiable. When my husband returned with the wine, he was greeted by the sight of me presenting my reddened bottom to Roger like a baboon while he drove his cock in and out of me. Oh Mandy, he fucked me so well and it was all so terribly erotic! I was beside myself, moaning and whimpering like a common floozy!" "And how did Charles take all this, dear heart?" "Charles just stood there transfixed, holding the wine bottle and three glasses while Roger gave me the fucking of a lifetime. I understand now why it's called screwing, because believe me, I was twisting and turning like a corkscrew in an effort to get his big long cock deeper inside me." "While this was happening Charles was calling out 'Fuck the dirty slut Roger! Fuck her real good!' Suddenly all my efforts paid off and Roger gripped my waist tightly and drove his cock in me right up to the hilt. Helpless as a pinned butterfly, I looked at Charles as Roger held me still and his cock head expanded inside me then suddenly blasted a huge load of hot cum into my womb." "Oh goodness me! Did you come, Sarah?" "Of course I did... I couldn't stop! I came over and over again on Roger's beautiful black cock. Then he slowly backed out of me and it came out with a big kerplop, leaving me thoroughly fucked for the first time in my life. I was oozing with cum and Roger turned to my husband and said, "She's all yours, Charles." and the strangest thing happened." "Before I could move, Charles was mounting me and covering my neck with kisses, telling me how sexy I looked as he fucked my cum- filled cunt! What's more, would you believe the rest of the weekend was spent like that? With Roger and Charles taking turns fucking me till I could hardy walk? And that my dear, is why I look so radiant." Mandy looked at me with awe. "That does it Sarah, I've never told you this before, but black men have always turned me on...It feels so taboo! I'm so envious of you, having your cake and eating it too! I simply must meet this Roger Harder and somehow figure out a way to get Clive involved." "Well I have some rather good news for you Mandy. Because Roger and Charles spent so little time working, Roger is returning next weekend. This time he's staying for a full week, but according to Charles they only need a few hours to go over the books. Why don't I throw a little party when he comes? That will give you and Clive an opportunity to meet him." "Oh Sarah, that would be wonderful! But could I ask a favor of you?" "Of course dear, what can I do for you?" "Do you think you could spare your 'Bad boyz dong' for a night or two? I think I have a plan formulated to get Clive interested in interracial sex!" To be continued.... Roger Harder Visits Swappington Ch. 02 Mr. Harder visits Swappington PART 2 True to her word Mandy got busy right away preparing her unsuspecting husband Clive for his meeting with Roger. After giving her a couple of days my curiosity got the better of me and I phoned her and asked how it was going. Mandy told me she felt the best way to cuckold Clive was to do it slowly, rather like boiling an unsuspecting frog by turning up the heat a little bit at a time. She'd started off rather cleverly by telling her husband she needed to nip out for a few groceries, then driven over to a sex shop in the next village and bought an adult magazine filled with pictures of white housewives having sex with well endowed black men. When she returned home she'd given it to Clive and told him she'd found it lying in the grocer's parking lot and brought it home so that no children would find it. She reasoned if her husband was like most men, he'd probably say he'd was going to dispose of it then take it off somewhere private and have a look. She would then know Clive had taken the bait and read the magazine if he acted extra amorous that night "And it was obvious the dirty old sod had a good look, because he was all over me," she said, sounding rather pleased with herself. "So when he came to bed feeling frisky I ever so reluctantly confessed that I'd peeked at the magazine before I'd given it to him, and found it quite arousing." "Oh Mandy, you didn't! How brilliantly deceitful!" "Yes it was rather clever, wasn't it?" she giggled "And of course when Clive heard my confession, being a vicar his guilt forced him to reveal that he'd been rather turned on by the magazine as well. Well Sarah, once he knew that I was alright with it the rest was easy. That evening I suggested he bring it to bed so we could have a look at it together. While Clive turned the pages I gently cupped his balls all the while stroking his erection. Then I turned the heat up even further by confessing I saw no harm in a man sharing his wife with a black man, as long as everyone was in agreement. In fact I even suggested it might be in God's will, as it would be a marvelous way to combat prejudice! At that point poor Clive's cock was practically leaping in my hand, and that's when I administered my coup de grace! I wish you could have seen the look on his face when I suddenly told him I was very tired, put the magazine away and pretended to go to sleep." "My goodness... Mandy, you little minx! The poor man must have been in such a state being left like that!" "Yes he was, and my whole intention was to make him horny my dear. I wanted him to be more pliable. And it worked admirably. The whole next day Clive followed me around like a lost puppy. That evening as we undressed for bed I told him I had a surprise for him. Then I took out your little toy and said the magazine had excited me so much that I'd gone out and bought a vibrator, and I wanted him to watch me use it." "And did he?" "Yes, of course! By then I think he would have consented to my having sex with a donkey. So I lay back on our bed and suggested that he masturbate while imagining me being fucked by a black man, then I took your 'Big Boyz Dong' and spreading my legs apart, put on a great show for him by slowly teasing my clitoris with it, before inserting it into my newly shaved cunny. Well my dear, having my husband watching me fuck myself with your nasty little toy had both of us coming in no time at all!" "Oh Mandy you dirty, dirty, girl! Listening to you has me so randy I can hardly wait for you and Clive to meet Roger at our party tomorrow night. It's going to be such fun!" "I'm looking forward to it too! But I am worried about people talking. It would be terrible for Clive's career if people found out their local vicar liked watching his wife get fucked by a black man! Imagine if the bishop got wind of it!" "Don't worry dear. We've made good and sure that everyone we've invited is a little kinky so you don't have to worry about people gossiping. I've already asked Roger if he would fuck you and he's more than willing. I'm very much looking forward to Clive's cuckolding and Charles is too. With any luck at all we will all be able to watch. Now I really must go dear... Roger is flying in tonight and we have to pick him up at the airport!" "Alright Sarah, we'll see you tomorrow night. What time shall we be there? Around eight o clock?" "That will be fine dear. Ta ta for now." "Ta ta Sarah.... Oh Sarah, would you be so kind as to do me a favour?" "Yes dear?" "Do try not to wear Roger out tonight dear heart!" Mandy smiled. "As it's going to be my first time with a black man, I want him to be in fine form for tomorrow night!" ******************** At our party Charles and I kept the champagne flowing to ensure everyone's inhibitions were down. We made sure Roger was introduced to everyone, and as I suspected our black American houseguest was a big hit. In fact he was so popular with the ladies I wondered if he and Mandy would ever have an opportunity to get it on. But eventually, all of the husbands managed to get their wives away from Roger, and he got his chance. Once he was free, Roger wasted no time in asking Mandy to dance. I could see Clive was a little uneasy about it so I moved in to chat with him and help things along. "Goodness, Mandy certainly looks like she's having a good time with Roger, doesn't she Clive?" I whispered. "Why what are you suggesting Sarah?" he said, looking rather shocked. "I'm not suggesting anything at all Clive," I said soothingly. "Still, you must admit Mandy's English complexion and Roger's black skin does look very erotic together. I think they dance exceptionally well, and I don't know if you've noticed or not but he has a rather impressive erection!" Clive looked over at Mandy and Roger in horror. By now Roger's big ham sized hands were under her bottom, and Mandy was up on her tiptoes swapping tongues with him. If they were dancing, it could only be described as very dirty dancing. "What? My god you're right!" he gasped. "Whatever shall I do? I don't want to create a scene!" "Why do you feel you have to do anything at all, Clive? Why don't you just enjoy it? We're all adults here, and she's just having a bit of fun. I'm sure there'll be a lot more naughtiness going on between our other guests too before the night is over. At least I certainly hope so!" "Sarah! Whatever do you mean?" I dare say Charles would be furious if you were the one fooling around like that!" "Clive, I've done far more than what Mandy is doing with Roger so far, and Charles has enjoyed it immensely! Look, see for yourself what Charles is doing!" I pointed out Charles who was openly masturbating as he watched Mandy and Roger. I smiled and reached for Clive's crotch. I could practically hear his poor heart pounding in his chest. "My my Clive ... what have we here?" I giggled as I unzipped his trousers and took out his throbbing, iron hard cock. "You are a bad boy, aren't you? I do believe you're enjoying watching your lovely wife being seduced." To my surprise Clive's cock was almost as big as Rogers and an intense feeling of lust flared up between my legs. Suddenly I needed fucking very badly, and his being well hung and both the local vicar and my best friend's husband made my desires feel all the more wanton. I glanced back towards Roger and Mandy. Any pretence at dancing was gone. Mandy was bent face forward over our velvet Queen Anne love seat, with her skirt drawn up over her waist and her pendulous tits swaying beneath her, and all the other guests were gathered around watching with bated breath. Mandy's face was flushed and her tiny white frilly panties were down around her ankles. Roger was brandishing his massive black cock and was poised, ready to put it into her lovely hairless pink cunny. My newly cuckolded husband's voice broke the tension in the room. "That's it Roger... Fuck the cock loving slag! Fuck her as well as you did Sarah!" he shouted. Give her what for!" A murmur of agreement came from the other guests. Like Charle's, some of the other men had their cocks out also and they were openly masturbating as they watched Roger and Mandy's sordid act. All the ladies too were either playing with their breasts or pussies or both. Even Patricia Thorne Bentwhistle; one of the more snooty ladies I'd had doubts about inviting had her hand up under her crinolines. Roger Harder certainly was the catalyst for a great deal of change in our little village. Just as he'd done with me, Roger began by soundly spanking Mandy's white upturned bottom until her cheeks were bright red and then slid his glistening wet cock home. Shocked by the sudden invasion, Mandy uttered an umphing sound and began to push her tight little fanny back at him. Each time he withdrew, the lips of her cunt clutched his cock tightly, unwilling to let go of as much as an inch. Clive whimpered and groaned and I could feel his marvelously big cock beginning to freely lubricate in my fist. I fell on my knees in my eagerness to drain it. "Oh god Clive, this is so hot watching them, isn't it? Hurry! Spunk in my mouth while you watch Roger fuck Mandy!" I gasped, sucking the head of his dripping, obscenely large appendage between my lips. Needing no further encouragement from me, Clive held my head still and savagely fucked away at my face as he watched Roger doing his young pretty wife. At the same time I raised his huge swollen ball sac in the palm of my tiny hand, surprised but pleased at the weight of it. Knowing I was about to be the recipient of a very substantial load, I began to cream my knickers in anticipation. "Dear Lord, forgive me!" Clive groaned as he let go of his burden and his first big burst of thick pearly sperm shot down my throat. Holding on tightly to his backside, I allowed his following bursts of hot semen to puddle on my tongue and fill my mouth before gulping it down. In the process some of it had seeped out the corners of my mouth and was swaying in ropes from my chin. I smiled to myself, musing about what theme his sermon could possibly take this coming Sunday. Suddenly I felt a powerful pair of hands tearing off my skirt and my sodden panties. I turned my head and looked back over my shoulder to see our town blacksmith's handsome young son Paul Thickson with a very sizeable cock, about to mount me from behind. Having my cunt and asshole on full display to everyone felt very naughty, and yet it also felt so marvelously freeing. Eager to watch and with cock in hand, my husband Charles moved in closer. It was amazing how much he had changed in such a short time. The sight of my mature, upturned ass and steaming furrow was like a red flag to a bull to young Paul, and he groaned and rammed his cock home. I cried out ecstatically. "God yes dear Paul!" I begged. "Fuck my married pussy with your wonderfully hard young cock! Fuck me you wonderful, wonderful boy! Fill me with hot spunk!" "Yes Paul!" Charles echoed. "Fuck my wife for me! Fuck her hard! Give her what she needs!" The wet, slapping sounds of my and Mandy's sexing reverberated through the room, spurring on the rest of our guests to begin removing all of their clothing. Before long everyone at the party was openly copulating, masturbating, or frolicking naked. No sooner had Clive finished spurting in my mouth before he was edged aside and replaced by Paul's burly father, Tom Thickson. While sucking Tom off and fucking his son, I noticed Charles had found his video camera and was recording my double fucking for posterity. I heard Mandy sob and whimper as Roger's assault on her cunny sped up. Suddenly his ebony buttocks tightened, and by the tortured noises Mandy was making, I knew he was draining his balls into her. When he was finally finished Roger pulled out of Mandy leaving her moaning and stretched open, oozing with cum. "There you are Clive," he smiled, motioning towards Mandy's freshly fucked pussy. "She's all yours. I did what you asked and gave her what she needed." "Oh god Clive...He was so big and it felt so good!" Mandy panted," laying back on the loveseat and spreading her legs wide open. "Come and suck my cunt while it's all hot and cummy sweetheart!" Clive was between her legs in a flash. I knew how wonderful Mandy was feeling. She'd been thoroughly blacked and there was no putting the genie back in the bottle. Like Charles, Clive was now a cuckold, and he too, would now want to watch her be sexed on a regular basis. I could see a look of envy on the other ladies faces. They wanted what Mandy and I had, and who could blame them? But there was no need for jealousy. I knew before long Roger would have every one of them, and Swappington would never be the same again. Roger Helps (Suzi as Lynn) Roger didn't give me any signal as to whether or not he was impressed by what I was doing. This was very disappointing. True, we hadn't known each other very long, but I did expect at least a little professional courtesy. I slid the doubled rope gently between Lynn's ass cheeks then looped it once around the coils that cinched her waist. She groaned as I tugged it upwards and tight. I knew the ropes were biting into her cunt lips and pushing the hard plastic dildoe deeper into her rear, was tempted to describe that to Roger but stopped myself. That much fishing for approval would be obvious. I didn't knot the rope there, but instead separated the pair into two strands, pulling each around front of her and wrapping it around the rope that had been laying slack across her belly. "Ah, so the tension will be distributed even further up into her breasts as she moves?" Roger asked. I smiled, almost bursting with pride. All my hard work was being noticed. Without answering, I brought the ropes back around behind her, crisscrossed them at her shoulder blades, and brought them around in front of her again, joining them again to the knot of ropes between her heavy breasts. I secured the ends there, tucking the remaining 10 or so inches of rope into the loops of what was now her bra. I stood back to examine my work. When she had arrived with the 100 feet of cotton rope I had told her to buy, I was worried that it had been overkill. I cut it into three lengths of about 30 feet, expecting to use one or at the most, two. But as I was working, the look of the white rope against her flesh was enticing and I ended up using it all. It had taken weeks of research and several hours of experimenting on myself to understand exactly how to make some of these knots and ties. Their effect was everything I had expected and more. I was not convinced that the ropes would tighten as she moved, but I was completely convinced that -- once they were attached -- there was no way she could them. Even a casual walk across the room would send wave after wave of arousal through her body. We told her to relax her arms at her sides and march from the door of the hotel room to the far wall and back. Her first steps were unsteady. She tried walking on the balls of her feet, then on her heels. She walked with her legs slightly farther apart then normal, then tried watching with them slightly closer. She walking speeding up and slowing down. It was after about the fifth or sixth circuit that we could tell the fight was going out of her. She was beginning to accept the fact that I was going to take her as far or further than I had the last time we were together. Her fantasy that the presence of another person would somehow mitigate my behavior was in ruins. I told her to walk over to the bed, then lay on it, flat on her back. I asked Roger to raise each of her legs while I pulled nylon stockings onto them. I dug a garter belt from the suitcase and put it on over her rope harness. When I had attached the stockings to the garter belt, I told her to go the closet and put on the black nylon dress hanging there. We watched her make her way to the closet, her slow measured steps indicating her discomfort. When she saw the dress, she turned to look at us, a silent and useless plea on her face. I nodded slightly, and she turned and removed the dress from the hangar. When she pulled the dress over her head and down over her body, the reason for her nervousness was obvious. As she had expected, the places where the rope dug into her flesh were clearly visible through the fabric of the dress. The most exciting part of the whole evening occurred next. While Roger picked a pair of shoes for her, I opened the door to the hotel room. Lynn backed away, shaking her head and telling us that there was no way she could go through with this. This was exactly the kind of situation I had been hoping for. Roger and I had been in a competition of sorts over the last several years. This was the first time we had met face to face, but we'd been swapping stories of our encounters with Lynn since we'd first accidentally learned about each other. Both of us had met her on a phone sex service and both of us had convinced her to meet us in different cities while we were traveling on business. While I didn't find many of his uses for her to be very original, he had been the one who convinced me to push and find the limits of her willingness to go along with anything I could come up with. It was only in those moments -- those rare moments that only occurred now and then -- in which she attempted to resist that I could really enjoy plumbing the depths of her submission. Lynn knew immediately that she had made a mistake and stopped talking. I saw her shoulders slump and she began to shake her head slowly from side to side. Her breathing grew shallower and quicker. "Get me the switch." She walked to the corner of the room and reached behind the floor lamp. She picked up an 18-inch long, quarter-inch thick bamboo switch. She walked across the room and handed it to me, then immediately reached down for the hem of her skirt. She raised it until it was around her waist, exposing the front of her thighs and her belly. Roger could see the several red stripes from the switching I had given earlier when she had refused to masturbate for us. Over our last two visits, I had determined that these are the most sensitive areas of her body, so they had become both my favorites and the inevitable spot for punishment. "You have never had more than 10 strokes in the same location. I shudder to imagine the state you will be in after 15. Or 20. Or 30." The words were having exactly the effect that had hoped for. I recognized the look on her face. A delicious combination that reflected the struggle within her - a reluctance to believe that I would go through with what I had just proposed and the more informed realization that there was no reason for me not to. I stood for a full minute staring into her eyes, watching the parade of emotions she was struggling through. Roger's voice broke the silence: "Are we going downstairs?" She nodded. I laid the switch down gently across the foot of the bed, then motioned for Roger to bring her shoes. Roger N Me I was half an hour late getting back to the cottage and so I wasn't surprised that Jan and her ex-husband Roger had already started. When I walked into the bedroom, Roger was laying on his back naked, eyes closed while my wife Jan, also naked, knelt over him and sucked his meaty cock. But the only thing that upset me was that it had taken me so long to get the additional bottle of champagne I planned to share for Jan's liberation. To get to the point where Jan was naked and working her ex's cock with her mouth had started earlier that evening at a nice local restaurant. Actually it had started even earlier than that. We have a cottage in the small resort town where my wife (and Roger) grew up. Jan and I are usually there every weekend in the summer, sailing and sunbathing, the usual relaxation stuff. Jan had been emailing Roger for some time, so it seemed quite normal when she told me he was in town for a visit with his father and that she planned to go out to dinner with him. That was fine with me; I'm not the jealous type. But I didn't expect that she would insist I go along. Jan and I had talked in the past about doing a threesome, either FMF or MFM, but she'd been hesitant. I was the one who usually brought it up, and most often while we made love. I would whisper, while massaging her back and her thighs, "Wouldn't it be nice to have four hands massaging you?" Or maybe I'd ask -- while she was sucking away on my cock -- if she would mind sharing my cock. Other times my question might be: "Would you like to have two cocks to play with?" Her response to that was always positive, which gave me hope for the future. But once, when I asked her if she would still like to fuck Roger, she just laughed as if the thought were absurd, but yet she hadn't answered. Jan and Roger have been divorced nearly 20 years now, but reconnected maybe 10 years ago through a professional group they both belong to. They've stayed in touch and remained friends. In fact, a year ago, Jan and Roger happened to be at the same trade show and had dinner together twice during that week. Jan assured me nothing had gone on other than an innocent kiss goodnight and that was fine with me, since I'm far from the jealous type. Just the opposite, I love the thought of Jan enjoying herself and being pleased -- even if it might be another guy's cock. Jan had chosen a nice restaurant in town and our reservation was early, so the dining room was not crowded. Inside, it was dim, and quiet. Roger was already at the table when we got there. Roger was maybe an inch or two shorter than me, but stockier. It was a warm summer evening, so he wore a Hawaiian shirt and slacks, pretty much what I had on. Jan wore a skirt and a tank top, which emphasized her slim waist and nice breasts. I felt that she must have wanted to be a bit of a tease, since she usually preferred to wear slacks or shorts, rather than a short skirt. And although she never wears a bra, she typically wears a top over her tank tops -- but not that night. But then it was not to be a typical night. Roger and I sat at either side of Jan and I enjoyed the view of her lovely breasts and nipples outlined through her top. Not to mention her lovely legs under the table. I ordered wine while Jan and Roger caught up on their most recent history. I expected that Jan would drink little, but inside I sort of hoped a nice chardonnay would loosen her up a bit. The three of us were in the middle of a good talk, and when I excused myself to visit the restroom, Jan put her hand on my thigh and smiled at me. In turn, I touched her naked thigh and I could feel her open her legs ever so slightly. It was a move I recalled later as prescient. As I returned to the table, I saw Jan and Roger close together, engaged in conversation. When I sat down, Roger said "my turn" and excused himself. As he headed to the restroom, I reached under the table to caress Jan's thigh. "Funny you should do that," she said. "Roger did the same thing when you went to the bathroom." "Who could blame him? You're a very sexy woman. How far up your thigh did he get?" I teased. "Do you care?" she came right back with a smile, a tease herself. "I care that you enjoy yourself, and I regret when you deny yourself enjoyment," was my circular response. Jan kissed me on the cheek and put her hand on mine. Roger returned, we straightened up and were midway through dinner when Jan abruptly said to no one in particular, "Don't you guys expect a threesome tonight. It's not going to happen." Her comment took Roger and me by surprise. While a three-way might have been one of my thoughts, I wasn't sure if it was what Roger had contemplated. "So, would you like me to leave?" I joked. The three of us were quiet for a few moments, each of us absorbing her statement. Then I continued. "If you think about it," I said quietly so the few other diners couldn't hear, "you've probably screwed Roger and me thousands of times over the years, not to mention BJs and getting your pussy licked. You just did one first, then the other later, rather than back and forth. My guess is -- you enjoyed both of us." Jan looked perplexed for a moment, and then smiled. "There's some truth to that," she said. "First one, then the other and then both ... " Her voice trailed. She was thinking about something, but kept it to herself. Roger and I glanced at each other, a look that said, well, whatever she wants, we'll do. From my perspective, I would have had no problem with her going off to spend the night with Roger; I'm that secure in our relationship. I just would have been sorry to miss watching her enjoy herself. Still, I would have been happy to fuck her when she came home, her pussy filled with cum, even if I didn't get to see it happen. I wanted her to be satisfied and happy. Next it was Jan's turn to visit the restroom. Roger and I had a few moments of awkward silence together. "What do you think?" I said. "About what?" he responded, obviously leery that he might say the wrong thing. I leaned in and quietly said, "Well, would you like to get in bed with her again? Don't tell me it's not been on your mind." "If she and you are willing," he answered. "I guess we both know how good she is in bed. And if you want to know the truth, as she's grown older, I think she's just gotten sexier. I'll bet she still enjoys a lot of caressing and massage, right? We could certainly give her that." "You're right," I said. "We'll just leave it up to her. I love seeing Jan have an orgasm and enjoy herself, so don't worry. Let's just have a good dinner and see what happens." "What are you two hatching?" Jan asked when she returned. She had obviously thought about something and had come to a conclusion while she was away from the table. "Let's go back to the cottage," she said flatly, but with a smile. "I don't really want dessert, do you?" Neither Roger nor I made any stupid jokes about dessert, and simply agreed. As we waited for the check, Jan leaned forward and with her hands touched both Roger and me. She looked back and forth at both of us. "You know, you're really nice guys, both of you." I suggested that Jan ride back to the cottage with Roger while I stopped to get more wine, even though I knew we had several bottles on hand. I think Jan knew it too, but didn't say anything. At our car I pulled Jan to me and kissed her. She opened her mouth and kissed me back, deeply, our tongues together in a wet sex dance. I could feel her breasts pressed to my chest. "Thank you," was all she said before she climbed into Roger's car while held the door open. The store where I'd planned to buy some champagne was closed, so off to another store, which meant I was later than planned. I didn't know what to expect, since we'd never directly agreed about sex or anything else over our dinner conversation. When I arrived at the cottage, it appeared dark. Roger's car was in the drive, but a dim light did shine in the bedroom window. I entered quietly, put the champagne in the fridge and walked down the hall. The bedroom door was open. They were both naked. Roger was sitting up against the headboard and Jan was sucking the head of his thick cock. Roger caressed her back and gently fondled her breasts. Jan was definitely enjoying herself. Roger saw me first and had a sheepish "we couldn't wait" look. Jan made a "pop" sound as she pulled his cock from her mouth. "We took showers and couldn't wait," she laughed. "Now get cleaned up and in here, I want a massage!" I took the fastest shower of my life and when I walked into the bedroom, Jan was on her back, legs spread and a pillow under her ass. Roger was licking her pussy. He obviously was in familiar territory. I could tell Jan really enjoyed him as he slowly ran his tongue around the outside of her labia. Roger stopped when I entered the room and kissed Jan deeply, and then she rolled over, stopping for a moment to give my cock a friendly suck. "How about some caressing guys?" For the next 30 minutes Roger and I caressed her back, legs and massaged Jan's feet. She was in heaven. Roger and I worked her over, both of us with big hard-ons dangling from between our legs. Eventually she started grinding her pussy into the mattress, a sure sign she's ready to screw. Finally, Jan rolled over and took a cock in each hand. "Who wants to be first?" she asked, smiling. She spread her legs wide and exposed her wet pussy. "I think guests should be first," I said. Roger kneeled between her legs. He kissed, open-mouthed, and slowly. Jan held his thick, hard cock and pulled him closer. "Why don't you come inside, and I mean cum inside," she said. I lay next to them, caressed Jan lightly, and then laid back to watch. Roger was obviously much thicker than I am, and I could see her shocked look as she felt his head penetrate her, even though she was wet. She drew a sharp breath. "Slowly," she said. Roger took his time, sliding his meaty cock into her, just a little bit at a time. Fortunately, Jan was extremely wet and after what seemed like an eternity, Roger was deep inside her. But instead of pounding away, he just as slowly pulled his cock back until he was almost out, then slowly slid it back in. It drove her crazy. "Rog, that feels so good," she whispered. Jan turned to look at me and smiled. "Kiss me honey," she said to me. Jan and I connected with a long, warm, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues tasted each other. When we were done, I rolled back and she kissed Roger the same way. He was still doing his slow motion thing, when I saw him tense and I guessed he was about to come. "Jan, I can't hold back any longer," he said. "It's OK baby, shoot!" Jan said. Jan arched her back to take every bit of him in her and I saw his body flex as he ejaculated into her pussy. Jan kept pumping up at him, but she didn't come. Roger relaxed, the tension out of him. They lay wrapped together for several minutes before Roger rolled away. Jan lay there, sweaty, her arms above her head, cum running out of her. She made no move to stop it. Instead, she took my arm and said, "Honey, now you come inside." There was no need to guide me in. My cock felt like it had dived into a thick, warm, wet pool. Roger had dumped a boatload of cum in her and I was swimming in it. "Fuck me," Jan whispered. "Now -- and hard." I simply began to pound away. Not really hard, but deep, which is what she meant. I'm longer than Roger -- I think -- but I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. Besides, by now I know just what works. The difference this time was her wetness and all the juices in her pussy. The sound of my balls slapping against her wet ass filled the room until I too felt myself ready to cum. I tried to slow down, but Jan insisted. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" The excitement of fucking my wife, full of another man's cum, kissing her wildly, sucking her nipples, it all sent me over the edge and I shot inside her too. I tensed four or five times, as I tried to pump every drop of cum from balls into her pussy. It finished one of the wildest rides I'd ever had. I rolled off Jan and the three of us lay there on our backs, relaxed and spent -- for the moment. Jan reached over and took a limp cock in each hand and played with her wet, slippery toys. She turned her head toward me and kissed me deeply again ... "Thank you!" she said and then turned to Roger, kissed him the same way and said "Thank you!" again. I knew Jan had enjoyed herself immensely, but she hadn't had an orgasm yet. Soon it would be her turn. Without asking, I got up, crawled between her legs and began kissing her wet, slippery thighs. Jan didn't object, so taking my time, I spread her pussy and began licking her cum-covered mound, taking a moment here and there to lap the mixed cum up onto her clit. She moaned slightly and pressed herself up to my face. If sex has a flavor, I was savoring the gourmet version. At the same time she held a firm grip on Roger's cock, which responded by stiffening and thickening in her hand. I was already hard, since I was in one of the most erotic moments of my life. Using his cock as a come-along, Jan pulled Roger's now hard dick to her face and began to suck it again. After a few minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder and Jan said, "It's time for Roger to cut in." Jan kissed him and she pulled me up to her, kissed me deeply and tasted cum and pussy juice on our tongues. Then she took me in her mouth while Roger crawled between her legs and began to lick and suck her clit. I had to admit, Roger was an expert at oral sex. After a few more minutes I could feel Jan's body stiffen. She pulled my cock from her mouth, but held it tightly. Then she moaned loudly and arched her back hard against Roger's face, and then came with a series of sharp, orgasmic cries that seemed to go on for a minute. "No more!" Jan gasped, pushing Roger's head back, while she still hung on to my cock and squeezed it like a woman possessed. This time we all lay there expended. Jan got up to use the bathroom and I got up to open some champagne. We met in the kitchen, our first time alone at the cottage since we'd returned. Jan came up to me from behind and put her arms around me, pressed her naked body to mine and asked: "You OK honey?" "Better than OK, you?" "I'm just so happy. This is so ... so different. And you aren't jealous, right?" I turned and held her naked body close to me. "Isn't this what I've hinted at for so long? I love it." "I think you did more than hinted," Jan said with a laugh. "Aren't you the one who wanted to take me to a swing club?" She kissed me hard and long. "Well, tonight's not over yet honey," she said and gave my cock a tug. We carried our drinks back to the bedroom where Roger was leaning against the headboard, playing with his stiffening cock. "Well, I like that!" Jan quipped. We toasted, but before Jan could take her second sip, I said, "You know, that needs a swizzle!" I took Jan's glass from her hand and dipped the tip of my cock into it. Jan leaned over and licked the champagne from the head of my cock. Roger did the same and she worked his cock over as well. Then Jan smiled as she took a sip from her champagne and reached for my glass and lowered her nipple into it. She held her breast up, and as champagne dripped from her nipple she offered it to Roger who licked her dry. Then Jan did the same for me. I ran my tongue around her wet areole then kissed her. "Here," she said, and took our glasses away. Roger leaned back against the headboard. Jan knelt between his legs and started to play with his cock. As she shifted to her hands and knees, Jan began to suck his cock again. She turned her head and said to me: "Come inside me honey, doggy-style, OK?" I got behind her and slipped my hard cock into her pussy as she sucked Roger. I worked her slowly, my thrusts gentle, so as not to disturb her sucking rhythm. Roger fondled her breasts and I held her hips as I slowly fucked her from behind. She was so sloppy and wet I slipped out once or twice, but it didn't slow her cock sucking at all. Roger was in a trance as Jan licked his penis and caressed his balls and finally he announced he was about to cum. Jan didn't miss a beat and kept his cock tightly in her mouth, ready for him to shoot. Roger didn't disappoint. He pumped a load into her mouth which Jan quickly swallowed, although some of his cum ran from the corner of her lips. She kissed his cock all over before moving up to kiss him full on the lips and give him a taste of his juices. Meanwhile I kept my cock in her and when Roger and she had finished, Jan pushed back on me, leaned on her elbows and started to pound against my cock. Roger caressed her breasts and her nipples, until I gave up my load into Jan's sopping pussy. Jan was wild, like I'd never seen her before and as soon as I'd finished, she turned around to suck my cock and positioned her dripping pussy toward Roger. "Finger me," she commanded and began to work my limp dick with her lips. I think she just wanted to have a cock in her mouth. Roger's fingerwork brought her to another orgasm so intense she bit down hard on my cock -- a feeling I actually enjoy. Jan rolled off onto her back and I took my hard-again cock in hand and jacked off onto her tits. When I'd cum, Jan massaged it all onto her breasts. Roger and I each licked one of her nipples. Once again the three of us were exhausted. At that point, Jan and I decided it was too late for Roger to drive home, so he spent the night, three of us on the bed with Jan in the middle, getting lots of sleepy time caresses. I awoke at first light, sensing movement next to me, only to find Roger on top of Jan, fucking her again. It didn't take long and as soon as they realized I was awake, they acknowledged me with a smile. "We used to have a routine of morning quickies," Jan said. "Come here and kiss me good morning." I did, of course, while Roger pumped away inside her. It was quick as promised, and as soon as he was done, Roger dressed, thanked us and kissed Jan goodbye. It was quiet in the bedroom and Jan snuggled next to me. "Did you enjoy it all?" I asked. "Immensely," she said, "but there's more." With that she straddled me and worked her pussy up so she could straddle my face. "Now clean up my other lover before you fuck me," she said. I tasted the best breakfast I'd ever had. All our juices from the night before and Roger's fresh load left my face sopping wet as my tongue worked her clit. Jan made half-moan, half-scream sounds as she ground her hips on my face and my tongue worked her. Jan leaned back and played with my hard cock. Soon she forgot about my cock and concentrated on getting the maximum pleasure from my tongue. Jan came with a shattering orgasm and jumped off. She couldn't stand any more. Then she rolled onto her back and I climbed on top. "Come inside me," she said. And I did. Epilogue As we lay in bed later that morning, Jan had one more surprise. "Roger's still in town tomorrow night," she said, "So I invited him to dinner tonight ... I hope you don't mind." What could I say? Roger came to dinner and moved in with us for the rest of his week-long stay. But more on that story later. Roger that, Scotsquatch I first became fascinated with crypto-zoology when I took several graduate courses at a major university in Ohio. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was my peculiar fetish. The erotic dreams woke me every night. I fantasized I was seduced by a Sasquatch. Were the tabloid headlines like "Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot" and "Sasquatch Likes to Study the Ladies" true? I could never get back to sleep after the frightmares until I masturbated and changed my panties. Soon after my arrival at the university, I began a love affair with a certain professor of religious studies. Pillow talk has its rewards. This nutty professor had all sorts of intriguing unconventional religious theories and even kinkier sexual desires. He told me I was a descendent of Lilith, the original demon of the dark. He ignored me when I said, "Oh shit, not again, a chick who wears leather and carries a whip always gets stereotyped." So Doc, that's what I called him, tells me all this jive about Lilith and how she was the first vampire and invented fellatio. Her goal in life was to suck the life force out of a man, his blood and his semen. Doc even quoted the bible to me and pointed out passages where Lilith appeared. And he also had copies of Dead Sea Scroll fragments that he said clinched it. I felt like saying, "Geez mawn, will you just stick it in me and shut up?" But the more Doc talked about this stuff the more intrigued I became. I could suck his cock slowly and softly for hours listening to him babble on and on about demons, vampires, fallen angels and bigfoots. According to Doc, Lilith was a parasitical predator who used her greatest weapons, her incredible beauty, her aura of sensuality and the skills taught her by supernatural beings to lure men into her snare. "Who, who, me?" I stammered. "Yes, you!" the Doc exclaimed. "Who, who is right. Lilith, the screech owl, whose color changes from red to gray and back to red, depending on the results of the night's hunting." And then he would beg me to feed. He would beg me to take a razor blade, cut a cross shape on his chest and lick and suck the blood. He never would let me cut his penis but the licking and sucking always finished up there. When he finally came in my mouth, he would change the subject from Lilith to Bigfoot. He would ask questions like "Is the Bigfoot a man, beast or an aberration that resulted from the sexual perversions of the fallen angels thousands of years ago? Why do Native American legends abound regarding bigfoot like creatures? The Sasquatch of our country, the Yeti of Asia, the Mapinguari of the Amazon region, the Yowie of Australia, the Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas are all what?" And then he would answer his own questions. "Bigfoot are mutants. Their ancestors are Nephilim, fallen angels; the fallen angels who came to earth and copulated with women. A dormant recessive supernatural gene has caused significant genetic damage over the past 6,000 years. They remain, however, incredibly intelligent despite their outward appearance. There are numerous photographs and footprints of Bigfoot in evidence. Sightings are increasing but they are extremely elusive and dispose of the remains of the dearly departed." When I told Doc about my latest Sasquatch erotic frightmare he would spank me. I love being a bad girl and I love being spanked for my misbehavior even more. He was brutal! Talk about a sore red ass. Doc liked to spank me with my panties on. When he was done smacking the shit out of me he would remove my panties with his teeth and keep them for who knows what. He never told me and I didn't ask because he would always give me his credit card and tell me to go buy more. I made quite an impression at K-Mart charging $500 worth of panties. As it turned out, my lifetime supply of panties came in quite handy for Sasquatch hunting. I had so many panties that my new friend Caitlin helped herself although it took her some getting used to because that squaw had gone without most of her life. I bought some "Barely There Underwear" just for her. It's a psychological thing. Then Doc would put on this stupid gorilla suit, lick my pussy with the utmost enthusiasm and change the subject again. Doc was an "expert" on just about everything, particularly cervical-puboccygeal orgasm. Right, vaginal orgasm. I described my orgasms and he insisted they were clitoral and not vaginal. He wasn't impressed by my scholarly attitude when I said, "What the fuck difference does it make? I'm not interested in what name you give it, just how it feels." I guess it was some sort of private lesson when he taught me about Kegal exercises. I soon found myself practicing every time I took a piss. Sitting on the can I kept hearing his words, "Tighten for a count of ten and work up to a count of thirty." I'd also get bored in just about every class and start practicing and wonder how many other coeds were doing it. Maybe this was just my erotic imagination but there seemed to be a whole lot of squirming going on. I'd pick out either the professor or the cutest guy in the class and pretend I was squeezing his dick. You know, with no hands. Doc suggested I take a class in molecular genetics so I did. The professor of that course obtained a hair sample from an alleged Sasquatch and attempted to isolate a sequenced mitochrondial gene fragment to determine the phylogenetic affiliation of the creature. I jumped his bones too. Only way he would tell me a secret. Actually, I don't mind humping gray-beards that much. At least they have something interesting to say. This professor finally admitted to me that his research had determined Sasquatch was far more human than ape. He was afraid to publish his research lest he be subject to great public ridicule. I gave him a real special blowjob for that revelation. And in his class one girl really got my attention. She would do it so slyly but I noticed. I could tell she was doing the same thing I was doing and then she would slip her hand under her desk to you know where. She was so expressionless who but me could tell? What gave her away, at least to me, was her feet. She always wore sandals instead of moccasins and when she starting wiggling her toes like crazy I knew she was about to give herself one great orgasm. The sandal clad one's name was Caitlin Cornplanter. Obviously a Native American and extraordinarily beautiful and exotic looking. I learned so much from her and I'm not talking just all about Native American culture and Sasquatch. We became lovers. A Seneca she is and born on a reservation, actually in the only city which lies entirely within a reservation, Salamanca. Caitlin is one of the more than five hundred now living descendents of the great Seneca chief, Cornplanter. Cornplanter's mother was a Seneca and his father was an Irishman. This explained some of Caitlin's physical characteristics. She has extraordinarily red hair both places. In fact, one would think she was a sassy Irish lass with an awesome tan but for the buckskin garb and braids that usually hung over her breasts. Caitlin also had been in the Doc's bed and she was likewise enamored of the Sasquatch. Although as she told me, "To the Seneca, he is Ge no'squa, the Stone Giant." She continued, "The Seneca legends passed down for many centuries portray the one you call Sasquatch as a supernatural recluse and spirit being brought out into the presence of humans by only the scent of a beautiful seductress and succubus, a bitch in heat." "Well, that's us so let's go find one and get rich and famous" I responded. "Not just yet" Caitlin cautioned. "We have to make preparations and take precautions. First, you must become a Seneca. You will now be known as Little Beaver." "Hey cool," I said. "So Sasquatch gets a Little Beaver?" "Don't be so smug silly girl" Caitlin scolded. "Part of the Sasquatch legend is that he has an enormous member with which he first attracts and then punishes those like us. Those like us, who worship asherah." "Asherah, who or what is that?" I queried. "That's a new one on me." "No, in you" Caitlin cooed. "Didn't Doc tell you that story? The Hebrew word asherah appears in the bible about forty times. The word means sacred poles; big wooden dildos that became the object of worship. Phallic symbols. Every good little Jewish princess had a smaller version for her own personal devotions. Tantrikas say you should pray at the time of orgasm. An asherah just makes it a little easier. Sure beats the hell out of rosary beads." "What about splinters?" I asked, just being blonde. "Not to worry!" exclaimed Caitlin and she brought out her toys. They looked like small totem poles to me. "Here, feel how smooth the wood is polished" and I did. She strapped on an unusually large one on and surprised me when she pushed me down and tried to force it in me. She said, "Little Beaver, you need a little stretching if you are going to be fooling around with Sasquatch. You are too damn tight." I'm tall but Caitlin is taller and has powerful legs and muscular arms. I hadn't met the girl yet who could kick my ass but I thought she just might be the first. I fought her off and once I got out from under her, the advantage went slightly to me. We wrestled and sparred for at least fifteen minutes and we were both drenched in sweat and pumped with adrenaline. Finally I got off several good kicks to her ribs and she doubled over in pain. I lifted up her head and I was going to punch her right in the face. But when I looked into those big brown bedroom eyes that were crying in pain at the moment, and I looked at those luscious quivering lips, I kissed her hard right on the mouth. Well I couldn't help it! "OK, now you can do me with your big wooden Injun dildo. Not because you can force me, but because I want you to. Remember, you're not a man who presumes he can just take what he wants without asking. If you were a man, I would have given you two black eyes and a busted jaw. You are not a man, you are a stupid squaw with a stick." After that little speech I laughed so hard I cried and so did Caitlin. She made love to me slowly, softly and sensually and the stick was only a small part of it. But I could tell we were both thinking, "If only women really had real ones." What convinced us finally to go Sasquatch hunting was the program on A&E entitled "The Search for the Abominable Snowman" narrated by Leonard Nimoy. Leonard made reference to the hair covered giants of Genesis 6:4 and Bigfoot in the same sentence. "See," I said to Caitlin, "even Dr. Spock thinks there is something to this supernatural stuff and I personally don't think he is just off in space again." All she said in response was "I love his ears. Can you just imagine getting a firm grip on those? He'd be eating pussy for days at a time." We told Doc about our plans for the big hunt and he made sure we had the necessary equipment. He gave us Hydrocal Gypsum Cement to make casts of tracks and ZipLoc baggies to collect hair and dry ice and containers to store tissue samples. He emphasized over and over the need to get DNA evidence. Doc suggested we talk to a famous Bigfoot hunter and authority on gorillas and the like. She was known in the press, particularly in the tabloids, as Sasquatch Sally. Sally wrote the real "Gorillas in the Mist" story. She also has appeared in numerous tabloid accounts of strange encounters with bigfoots, gorillas and other monkey business. The most famous episode, "Sasquatch Sally Scared Shitless by Huge Gorilla Dick" made most of the tabloids and got her on the Jerry Springer show. She turned down Jenny Jones because she was apprehensive they might bring out the gorilla and she would have to prove she did indeed swallow instead of spit. Sally told us Sasquatch are attracted by and lust after every fluid that comes out of a woman's body. "That is the only reason Sasquatch comes anywhere near humans. He can't help himself when it comes to the scent of a woman and her every secretion and excretion, and he has a very keen sense of smell. My advice to you girls, if you really want to find Sasquatch, is to use panties as bait. Make sure you wear them for days. Dirty is good." We got the bait ready. We wore our panties for days and wouldn't take them off, not even for sex. No, we didn't abstain from sex. We just worked around them. Then, once properly stained, we refrigerated our panties to keep the aroma fresh. One more task remained before we went off on the hunt. Caitlin admitted to me she had very little cock-sucking experience. I took Caitlin to some biker bars. By personal observation, I am convinced that biker dudes have the biggest dicks, relatively speaking. You got to keep those squaws away from the firewater! As soon as she got trashed, she would offer to suck the biggest cock in the place. And she would much to the delight of the most endowed one and the watchers. Then she'd feel sorry for the runner-up and do him too. We felt we were as ready as we'd ever be so we decided to head for the southern Ohio-Pennsylvania border. There had been numerous Sasquatch sightings reported in that area. Caitlin's 4wd truck was our primary mode of transportation. I also borrowed my brother's .50 caliber sniper rifle and put it in the back of the truck. It was five feet long and weighed about a hundred pounds. I thought it could stop just about anything except a tank should the need arise. We camped overnight at various spots near Berlin Lake. Caitlin would have nothing to do with campgrounds. Our two-woman tent was pitched in the woods in the vicinity of the latest Sasquatch sightings. And then we found tracks. They were close to twenty inches long and much wider than a man's foot. They definitely looked like the examples of other Sasquatch tracks Doc had shown us. The tracks ran into a very dense wooded area where no vehicle could go. We didn't see any evidence that hikers and campers had braved this desolate area. We strategically placed panties about every one hundred yards apart along the path of the tracks. Caitlin said "I'm scared shitless and I just wet my panties." "Good," I snarled. "Take the fucking things off and toss them on the ground. We need some fresh stuff." I took mine off too, and they were not exactly moisture free. I threw them about fifty feet from where Caitlin's were. Nearby was what seemed to be a good spot to camp for the night. A flat bare spot kind of surrounded by trees and brush. One of us kept watch while the other slept. It was my turn and I heard "him" approaching and woke Caitlin. The creature walked right up to us. It was a full moonlit night and we could see him rather clearly. Almost eight feet tall he was. "Kinda cute!" I whispered to Caitlin although I was quaking with fear and apprehension. He reached out with both hands and touched my right breast and Caitlin's left breast. Stupid me blurts out, "Back off you big hairy motherfucker. Or is this how you introduce yourself in your world?" Caitlin grabbed my arm and screamed, "Shut up you stupid bitch! You may be able to kick my ass but this dude is way out of your league. Remember you left that big rifle on the truck. I doubt that pistola you got would cause more than a mosquito bite to this monkey monster." "OK, OK," I grumbled. "Let's do the same thing to him, feel him up. Maybe this is some sort of non-verbal friendly communication." So we felt his body all over and he let us. Actually, he felt much like a man, but of course much hairier and larger. It didn't take long for him to get an enormous erection. He stared down at it and grunted what sounded like a word, but in a language we didn't understand. Caitlin pointed at his huge erect penis and said "Roger!" She responded to my puzzled look with "Roger is a Seneca word. 'One eyed evil serpent' is what it means and it is spoken of in Sasquatch legends passed down from generation to generation by our people." She kept saying "Roger, Roger!" and pointing right at it. "You know how guys like their dicks to have names," she rationalized. He grabbed Caitlin by the hair and forced her down to her knees in front of him. She stroked his massive member with her hands. "Bite the damn thing off!" I cried. "Then we'll have our Sasquatch evidence." She whined "This isn't an Almond Joy, six inches long with two nuts, that you can just chomp off in one bite. Look at that fucking thing! Roger is at least three times the size of your usual pleaser and teaser." Caitlin continued talking as the beast seemed somewhat content at the moment with just her stroking. "We'll just do what Monica did. Make sure we don't swallow it all. Get some on our clothes and we'll have the DNA evidence we need to prove to the world we met Sasquatch." We thought we should give the big dude a name before we sucked him off and kind of liked Snatchquatch but that was too much of a tongue twister. So we called him Roger. The double-team seemed quite appropriate for the task at hand. With both of our mouths and four hands we could cover most of his cock. The first time Roger came was just incredible. It was like a gusher! We got a lot more than a few drops on our shirts. Talk about a wet tee-shirt contest. This monkey didn't have much interest in foreplay and Caitlin and I didn't think to bring our Vagisal Intimate Moisturizer or some other lubricant. We had to keep each juiced up with our tongues and fingers in anticipation of that big Roger being slipped inside us. This turned Roger on even more. Apparently he liked to watch girls play with girls. Gradually Roger understood more and more words we spoke. We soon began to understand some of his words. When he got an erection, which seemed like about every hour, he would point to it and grunt "Roger, Roger." It didn't take Roger long to progress linguistically to "Suck Roger" and "Roger screw" and he would grab one of us and get right to it. The Kegel exercises didn't work real well with this dude. There wasn't a whole lot of room to contract and squeeze if you get my drift. On the second day Caitlin and I taught Roger spanking. Just the feel of a big hairy paw on your bare ass is electrifying. He was very gentle at first; too gentle. We slapped his face until he spanked harder. I bit his neck and raked my nails along his hairy chest, drawing blood, until Roger whacked me real good. You simply can not imagine the feel of a hand that can squeeze your entire ass. And Roger had six fingers! Just like Doc said he would; a genetic mutant. Just like the "giants" in the bible Doc told us about. On the third day we taught Roger cunnilingus. Not only couldn't he say the word, he couldn't do it very well either; not much different than most men. Not that he didn't like doing it, because he loved it. He just had trouble finding the right spot. On the third day Roger began to speak somewhat fluently with our coaching. And he had a Scottish accent! He was mumbling something like "Steal softly thru moonlight, steal softly thru snow." "Roger must be a Scotsquatch," Caitlin joked. "I wonder how he look in a little pink plaid skirt, or kilt, or whatever you call those cute little dresses. He is saying something about your legs and wants to know if you wax them. He even said he would wax his if it would help you feel more free sexually." "Go get my athame and the Magic, Caitlin. We are gonna give Roger a beauty treatment. If he wants me smooth, I want him smooth." Several hours later Roger looked like a plucked chicken. "Big improvement, though," Caitlin said with a smile. "Except for the hair we left on his head. Talk about a bad hair day! Hey, what did you do to my strap-on ding dong wooden dildo? That looks like your face you carved on it." Roger that, Scotsquatch "It is my face. And it’s going right up Roger’s ass. Now, you blow him while I sneak up behind him." Roger seemed to like anal but he didn’t squeal like a pig or call out for his mama. I was a little disappointed. "Shit, Caitlin, I should have brought the whip and the cuffs. I’d turn this big gorilla into a cry baby." Roger was lapping Caitlin right up when I, remembering what Sally had said about his intense obsession with a woman's fluids said, "Try pissing in his mouth." He loved it! Then I posed the question to Caitlin, "I wonder if he likes to eat shit and boogers too?" She soon found out. "No more Kleenex and digging six inch holes in the ground for us!" she joked. She mooned me with a "And look, he cleans you right up. Don't need toilet paper either." I responded, "Yeah, and if you had a Roger as a pet at home think of all the water you'd save. No more flushing the toilet." We were getting carried away with the joke and laughed until we cried, to the point of almost wetting our panties. "Here Roger, Roger, want a drink?" we chanted at him. One thirsty dude, that Roger. This orgy went on for five days because Roger didn't sleep for five days straight. Caitlin and I took turns taking catnaps while the other one kept him amused. Finally Roger crashed. I mean he really crashed. It was more like hibernation. We took that opportunity to slip away back to the real world. Neither one of us could take much more of Roger at the moment. And we were a little leery of what Roger might get around to wanting to do with Roger next. Being butt bumped by a big fat twenty- inch gorilla Roger was not something we looked forward to with fond anticipation. Our DNA evidence is locked away in a safety deposit box. Those tee-shirts had so much Sasquatch cum on them they got really stiff. It was like folding cardboard to get them into the box. We did not kiss and tell (yet). We are going back for more Roger soon. Roger the Banker Author's Note: Here's a short little vignette about a woman trying to relax after a stressful day. It's barely 1500+ words. I hope you approve. * Ivy pulled back the fluffy comforter from her bed before sprawling out on her freshly washed sheets. She propped up her pile of pillows. The pillowcases still carried the flowery scent of fabric softener. She inhaled deeply before picking up her e-reader and beginning the first trashy story. No one would mistake stories like these as high art, literature or even romance. This particular e-book was filled with short erotic stories designed for one thing: arousal. Always a fast reader, she was deep into the third story about impossibly hung men fucking tight, tawdry pussies before she felt the first stirrings of passion. She took a deep breath, filled her lungs with the artificial scent of lavender and relaxed into moment. Chasing away her day was the most difficult part. Pieces of stress from work menaced her from the edges of her consciousness. She ignored her bastard boss lingering just out of sight and waiting to spoil her mood as she teased her breasts. In the story before her the heroine was enjoying the biting pinch of her lover pulling and twisting on extended nipples. That wasn't how Ivy enjoyed it. She preferred gentle caresses. It felt best when the man would rake his open palm over and around the very tips of her nipples as lightly as he could. She liked it best when his caress was softer than a whisper, barely there, more like silk being pulled across the sensitive flesh of her nipple tips. In a way, the story's description was distracting as its author went on and on about the man tugging, pulling and twisting those sensitive points of early arousal. What the fuck? You know? Ivy angrily thought. It can't possibly feel that good. On a whim, she tried it. She gripped her left nipple while pulling and twisting at the same time. As she expected, she felt the sharp pain the author described. What she didn't expect was the sudden ache between her legs. In a shocked, hushed whisper she expressed her surprise to her e-reader, "Oh my God!" That wasn't supposed to feel good, not to her soft and sensitive body. Ivy liked her sex soft and gentle with a man and when she was doing it herself. "Well fuck," she giggled and gave her opposite nipple the same painful combination of pulling, twisting and pinching. Once more, she winced before feeling that crazy ache between her legs. Did that mean she liked it? No way! She rubbed away the sting and that felt good, too. Ivy sighed as she felt the memory of her shitty boss and equally shitty day slipping farther away. The void was filled with the more pleasant thoughts that she might one day find a man as well-toned and eager as the men in these stories. She kept her eyes on the digital page as she sensed Roger stepping forward and standing just out of sight. Roger-the-Banker, who sat behind his customer service desk, sometimes on the phone and sometimes not, who always seemed to catch her eye as she pushed through the double-hung glass doors. Roger-the-Banker always offered her a warm smile as she walked a deposit up to the stand of tellers. They had never spoken. They existed for each other as pleasant smiles. But he always had a smile for her on her way to the tellers and back from it. As if he was looking at her from the moment she walked into the bank and until the moment she left. Did his eyes track her entire route? Did he sit behind his desk and stare at her backside? Ivy often thought about turning around quickly enough to catch him. She didn't. She didn't dare. What if he was looking? What if he was staring? What if Roger took advantage of his desk's placement to ogle her? Ivy swiped to the next story, barely remembering how the couple in the last story had made love. She remembered it was hard, intense and reported as mind-blowingly perfect for both people. It was everything a fantasy should be. She started the new story and was glad the author didn't linger over extended descriptions of person or place. She was ready for more, for the hot stuff, for the hardcore fucking and not the silly dialog or tension building of who was whom and why they were doing it in the first place. Men had movies and pictures. Women had hot descriptions that didn't need a set-up after a certain point. Roger was going down her. No, that's not right. The guy in the story was named Greg or Jeff or something, wasn't he? Ivy scrolled back and found the name the author wanted to use: Geoffrey. Yes, that's better. Geoffrey was going down on . . . She scrolled back again: Madison. Okay, good. And Geoffrey had a big, hard cock. Geoffrey's cock was as big and hard and needful as the hard cock Roger kept hidden beneath his desk as Ivy sashayed past him every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Ivy ran the tip of her finger across her panties. Why was it possible for a person to masturbate and not possible for a person to tickle themselves? If she did it with a light enough touch it almost tickled. It almost felt as if someone else was lightly raking their fingertips over her panties and asking for more. That sensation alone was reason enough for keeping her pubic hair shaved. It was a sensation that wouldn't last long before her body caught up the lie but it helped. She felt her clit aching and knew she was in the safe zone. She slipped her finger inside her panties, touched between her lips and felt her warmth and wetness. Yes, she was safe. The fun had begun. She shimmied out of her panties. Last night she had had the dream again. She was walking into the bank, carrying the blue zipper bag that held a weekend's worth of checks and a deposit slip. She first felt the blast of the bank's air conditioning before she realized she was naked. Roger looked up from his desk and gave her that same, warm and welcoming smile he always gave her. If he noticed her nudeness, it didn't show. As if on a convey belt or one of those moving sidewalks at the airport, Ivy felt herself slipping past Roger and towards the row of tellers as she blushed deeply because of her nakedness. She felt Roger's eyes like lasers on her bare ass. In her mind's eye -- wait, it was a dream, wasn't everything in her mind's eye? -- she imagined Roger sitting behind his desk without pants. He was staring at her naked ass and jerking off. He was caressing a prick as big as any erotic story's description. He was stroking his cock, milking it because of her and she could see it happening even as she faced the faceless teller. . . .Geoffrey replaced his tongue with his ramrod hard nine inches of steel. . . God how Ivy hated slopping writing like that. She understood what the author meant. Geoffrey's tongue and cock hadn't traded places. He wasn't now holding his cock in his mouth as he fucked her pussy. No, Geoffrey had moved, though the author hadn't thought it was important to mention it. He had repositioned his body until he was on top of her and then he had mounted her. Ivy slipped a finger inside her pussy. The penetration of a single digit couldn't fill her in the ways described in the story. Ivy did not feel ". . .split a sundered." She didn't feel cleaved or divided to her very depths. She did, however, feel wet, hot and slippery. That was good, too. She wiggled her finger inside her pussy before moving back to her clitoris for the more important attention. She read and felt cheated by the author's description of the woman's orgasm. While the man came in seemingly gallons, the woman merely arched her back and came, too. Where was the description about how the woman's nipples ached? Or how her body contracted and how her pussy clenched down and around Roger's firm, hard cock, gripping and grabbing at the hot intrusion as waves of pleasure surged through her? She caught the exchange her mind had made as she set aside her e-reader. Ivy wanted both hands as she offered her body the bliss waiting for it. She used two fingers inside her pussy and distantly acknowledged the wet, smacking sound those two fingers made as her fingers worked like pistons in and out of her pussy. That was a sex sound and when she inhaled deeply her lungs filled with aroma of her passion. Her sheets no longer felt cool against her hot and fevered flesh. Her nipples ached and she ignored them because she needed both hands between her legs. Beneath the palm of her left hand fit the middle finger of her right hand. That was the finger dancing around her clitoris as she fingered her pussy. She thought of Roger. She thought about him stroking his hard cock as she walked past. She thought of him longing as much for her as she did for him. She imagined feeling filled, sated and complete as she wrapped her legs around his back and welcomed his orgasm. And she came as she imagined him filling her with his gallons of erupting cum. ***FIN*** Roger, The Lodger God, she was horny! It was difficult to concentrate on her prayers as she knelt by her bed in her long flannel night gown. She gave thanks for the good things in her life, remembered her husband who had passed away three years ago and her two children who were both away in college. She started to get up, remembered something and dropped back to her knees. "Also, send me a man. I haven't had sex with another human since my husband died. Amen." She climbed into bed and pulled the covers tight to shield her from the nippy, Cape Cod, October weather. She lay there, letting her thoughts wander. It had been two years since the children left for school and she turned her beautiful four bedroom Tudor style house into a bed and breakfast inn. She really didn't need the money, but she needed the activity that went with running a successful business. She usually had a full house, and charged $20 a night, single, and $26 double. Right now, she only had one guest, Roger, an architect from Boston. He was overseeing some sort of a long-term project here on the Cape Roger had been with her almost three weeks. She guessed that he was about 50 years old, perhaps six or seven years older than she was. She didn't know much about him except that he had money, and could afford to stay anywhere he wanted, but he said he liked the homey atmosphere of a bed and breakfast. Although she charged him full rate, he had some kitchen privileges other than breakfast. She let him keep beer and snacks in the refrigerator has long as he didn't take the snacks up to his room and ate them in the kitchen. However, he could drink the beer in the living room while he was watching television. He liked a particular beer from a microbrewery in Rochester, NY called Honey Brown. That was probably why she was so horny now. She had just started watching a "R" rated movie on HBO when he came in and sat down with a beer in his hand. He often did that, stayed a few minutes, drank one beer and went off to bed. Once in a while he would watch TV for a longer time, maybe an hour or so and drink two beers before going to bed. Tonight was different. He drank three beers and watched the entire movie. It was a love story in which everybody made love to everybody else at one time or the other. Almost like a soap opera. She couldn't help but notice that when the movie was over, he was reluctant to stand up. When he did, he used a lame excuse about reading an article in the ladies home journal magazine and, holding the magazine in front of him, went up to bed. She could hear him rummaging in the bathroom and tried to envision him nude, with a hard on. It only added to her aroused state. When she heard him passing by in the hall, she called out "Roger, is everything okay?" "Fine, everything's fine. Er, may I come in?" "I guess so, but I'm in bed." When he came in, she could see that he had pajamas on underneath his robe. His hair was wet as if he had just showered and he smelled of after shave. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you taking me into your home. Since my divorce ten years ago I just haven't had any home life at all. This has been the most pleasant three weeks I've had for a long time." When she reached out to touch his hand as a gesture of thanks, it was as if she had touched an electrically energized source. The surge that ran through her caused her to gasp. She knew that he felt it because he had a quick intake of breath and his body stiffened. Without another word, he leaned forward and kissed her. "Come, get into bed with me," she said as she raised the covers. He quickly kicked off his slippers, dropped his robe and nestled alongside of her. They laid face to face and he kissed her again, this time tentatively offering his tongue, which she took readily. Through the thickness of her flannel night gown and his pajamas she could feel his erection poking against her leg. His hand was the softness thing she could imagine as it brushed her rock hard nipples through the flannel of her gown. She let her own hand stray down to feel the wondrous implement that was resting against her leg. She freed it from its prison by undoing the waistband of his pajamas. She had forgotten how smooth and nice an erect penis felt in her hand. Without regard to the chill October weather, she threw the covers back so she could see it by the moonlight filtering through the window. Roger stepped out of bed, took off his pajama top and stepped out of the bottom which had fallen to his ankles. When he slid her night gown up she helped him to remove it by arching her back and eventually pulling it off over her head. He got back into bed and buried his face in her breasts, her left nipple firmly implanted in his mouth. She hugged his head to her, inhaling the erotic scent of his after shave as he suckled like a child. She didn't know how aroused she was until his hand came in contact with the flood of moisture that was emanating from within her. The feeling of rapture that overtook her when he slid himself into her was indescribable. He appeared to be a master, with long, slow strokes that brought her to the pinnacle of satisfaction. His penis sliding in and out, rubbing against her clitoris on every stroke held her on the verge of orgasm for what seemed like hours but in truth was only minutes. When the climax finally overtook her, it released three years of pent up passion. He continued his movements, slowly building towards his own, ultimate, sexual release. She had a second orgasm about the time he came. Later that night he introduced her to the joy of cunnilingus and taught her the art of fellatio, something she and her husband had never done and she had only read about. She couldn't believe that, all these years, she had missed the experience of a tongue licking and sucking her clitoris. The taste of pre-come and the full feeling of the head of his penis and her mouth was a wonderful prelude to copulation. And copulate they did, often. Authors note; This piece was inspired by an old Irish Limerick. There was a woman from Cape Cod, Who thought everything was an act of God, But it wasn't the almighty, Who raised up her nightly, It was Roger, the lodger, by God! Roger Wants To Kiss His Auntie As long as I can remember auntie Serena has just been my mum's younger sister. Now that I am in my late teens and have discovered the allure of girls I have seen auntie Serena in a different light. She had separated from her husband and was now living by herself. It started when I logged onto my facebook page and saw that she had invited me to be a friend. I was amazed at her profile photo. Although I knew she was 46 years old she looked a lot younger than that, but what drew me to her photo was her lips. They were coated in a very sexy deep red and then coated in lipgloss. Although she was my auntie I found myself getting aroused. I clicked onto her page and found several other photos of her and every single one had her wearing deep red glossy lipstick which really emphasised her lips. As I was alone in the house I started running her photos as a slideshow and I was getting more and more aroused all the time. Soon I had taken my trousers and underpants off and had started rubbing my cock. I was staring at auntie's lips and imagining I was kissing them when I eventually ejaculated. Whenever I put my computer on I couldn't stop looking at her photos and her gorgeous lips. I wanted to send her a message but couldn't pluck up courage. Eventually I wrote: I know I shouldn't be writing this and I hope you're not offended but I just wanted to say that you have the most kissable lips. Please don't tell mum I've written this. I decided to send it as a private message as I didn't want anyone else to read it. The following day there was a reply from her. It read: You are a naughty boy wanting to kiss auntie and I guess you don't mean just a small peck on the cheek. I am certainly not offended and of course will not tell my sister. xxx I loved the reply and particularly the three kisses at the end. I carried on masturbating on a regular basis over her photos and had some very naughty fantasies about her. Several months later all the family were invited to a family wedding and I hoped that auntie would be there. I went with mum and dad and my sister, when we got there we met all the rest of the family and auntie was there and looked great. Mum and dad went and kissed her and I did too. As I leaned forward to kiss her I stared at her gorgeous lips. I wanted to kiss her lips but she turned her face and I kissed her on the cheek. As I kissed her she said, 'Have you noticed that I'm wearing the same red lipstick that you like? I wore it just for you.' As I broke away from her I looked at her lips again. I so wanted to kiss them. We eventually sat down and I was pleased that I was sitting at the same table as auntie, although I was sitting opposite her and not next to her. But at least I could look at her. She saw me looking at her and whenever she did she smiled back at me. After the meal people started dancing and changing seats and chatting to everyone. After a while auntie came and sat next to me and started chatting. She asked me what I had been doing and if I had a girlfriend. Then she said, 'the lipstick you like is also my favourite. It's made by Revlon and is kissproof and the colour is Sensuous Crimson.' 'You know I really can't believe that someone of your age really wants to kiss someone of my age,' she said. 'Sorry auntie, but that's the way I feel. Do you think I could have just one kiss today?' I asked. 'Let's wait and see,' she replied. The music stopped and people started sitting down again and auntie started talking to my mum. After a short while auntie said, 'I'm going up to my room to put some more lipstick on, follow me in a couple of minutes. I'm in room 109.' I couldn't believe what she was saying. I was almost trembling with excitement. I was also getting hard. I watched as she walked out of the room and after a couple of minutes I went out too. Her room was on the first floor and I almost ran up the stairs. I found her room and knocked on the door. She opened it instantly and let me in. She said, 'You know we shouldn't be doing this, don't you?' I replied, 'I'm only watching my auntie put her lipstick on, aren't I? I questioned. She smiled at me and said, 'Of course you are.' She pushed two chairs facing each other and we sat down facing each other and she said, 'Hold these for me.' She handed me several items. I could feel I was already getting hard. 'Right give me the lip pencil first,' she said. I handed it to her. I held a mirror in front of her and watched mesmerised as she outlined her lips with the red pencil. Then she took the Sensuous Crimson from me and started to coat her lips with it. I loved it as she parted her lips and thickly applied the lipstick to her lips. She waited for a moment for it to dry and then put another thick coating on it. She handed it back to me and then took the lipgloss from me. She took the brush out of the tube and then pushed it in again to get more gloss on the brush. As she parted her lips again I moved a little bit closer to her. Our knees were now touching and I was trembling with excitement. I just stared at her as she applied three coats of the gloss. Eventually she finished and we just sat just inches away from each other. She asked, 'So do my lips look as good in real life as they do in my photos?' 'Better, much better,' I replied. 'And are they still very kissable?' she asked. 'Yes, definitely. I also have a confession to make but it's very embarrassing,' I replied. 'Well you'd better tell me,' she replied. 'When I looked at your facebook page and saw your photos it got me aroused, if you know what I mean,' I replied. 'And what did you do about it?' she asked. I could feel myself blushing as I said, 'I played with myself.' 'Ooh how wonderful, wish I had been there to watch you,' she replied. We looked at each other and leaned forward. As our lips touched I was trembling with excitement and sexual arousal. She parted her lips and I felt her tongue dart into my mouth. I loved the taste of her lipstick as we kissed very passionately. Suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh and then she took one of my hands and put it on her breast. I loved the feel of it and then I felt her rubbing my cock through my trousers. Our kissing was getting more and more passionate with both our tongues in each others mouth. She broke away from kissing and said, 'Do you want to fuck auntie?' I didn't need to answer as she started undoing my trousers and got my cock out. I now had my hand inside her dress and was pulling her tits out of her bra. I loved the feel of her hard nipples. We stood up and we started undressing each other. As soon as I took her bra off I leaned down and sucked her nipples while she rubbed my cock. She pulled me down on the bed on top of her and my cock slid easily inside her. I knew I wasn't going to be able last very long and told auntie. She said, 'Don't worry, I want you to spunk inside me and then you can watch me playing with myself.' That was all I needed to hear and suddenly I was shooting my cum deep inside auntie's cunt. I collapsed on top of her and we kissed again. After a short break she pushed me off and said, 'Sit in between my legs and watch auntie wank herself. I want you to watch me cum.' She sat up and leaned back against the headboard, her legs were wide apart and bent at the knees. I sat in between her legs and could see how wet her pussy was. It was also quite hairy. As she started rubbing her clit I could see my cum dribbling out of her pussy. She said, 'Slide two fingers inside me and finger fuck me.' I did as she told me. My fingers slid in her easily as she was so wet. I looked at auntie's face, her eyes were closed and mouth with her wonderful red lips was open and she was panting heavily. I finger fucked her frantically and loved how wet she was. Suddenly she said, 'Lick auntie's cunt, I want you to taste my cunt juices.' I had never done this before but as soon as I put my head down between her legs I loved the smell of her. She stopped rubbing her clit and put her hands behind my head and started grinding herself against me. I had trouble breathing but loved the way she was using me. Suddenly she cried out as she climaxed. My mouth was suddenly soaking wet as she ejaculated all over me. She continued to abuse my face as she managed to cum again. Eventually she let me go and we collapsed together on the bed and relaxed. After a short while she kissed me and allowed me to taste her wonderful lipstick. She said, 'as you like my lipstick so much I think you should shoot your cum all over them and make them ever glossier. I want you to fuck my mouth.' She sat up and turned her head to the side and I knelt beside her. She opened her wonderful red mouth and my cock slid easily inside. I felt her lips clamp tightly against my cock and I started slowly fucking in and out of her mouth. She reached up and grabbed my balls and squeezed them. I could feel my spunk rising up and I knew I was going to cum imminently. Auntie sensed it too and opened her mouth. She moved away a few inches and my cum spurted out. The first two spurts went over her hair and then the rest on her face and her lips. She lay down and said, 'Rub it all into auntie's lips.' I laid down beside her and saw my cum all over her face. I scooped it up with my fingers and smeared it all over lips. She couldn't resist licking some of it. After a few minutes her face and hair was free of my cum and it had all been smeared over her lips. The combination of my cum and the deep red lipgloss and lipgloss looked sensational. Auntie said, 'Now take some photos of me and then whenever you wank you can look at what you have done to me.' I got my phone and took lots of photos of my wonderfully sexy auntie. We dressed and went back and joined the party. A few days later I did indeed wank over auntie's photos but I also videod me wanking and cumming over her and then sent it to her. Her reply said, 'Next time I want to watch you do it live and not on video.' Roger's Auntie Become His Mummy I have always been a fairly mild and meek person and would never get involved in any sort of confrontation and for that reason people seem to treat me rather badly. As an 18 year old in his last year at school I had begun to rebel a little and although my parents told me off a lot I tended to ignore them and do what I wanted to anyway. One day just as term was about to finish my mum said that I was going to spend the summer holiday with my auntie Dee. She said that as I wouldn't do as I was told with her, maybe auntie Dee could knock some sense into me. Auntie Dee was Ok but a bit too strict for my liking and if I did the slightest thing wrong she seemed to delight in telling me off. She was a few years younger than my mum and although not fat was rather a large sort of person and often wore low cut t shirts which emphasised her large breasts. A few times she caught me staring at them and she would say 'haven't you seen a pair of breasts before?' I had made friends with some of the other local teenagers but auntie had given me strict times of when I had to be home. Although I didn't have to get up early for school, during the week I had to be in by 10.30 and on Saturday I was allowed to stay out until midnight. After a week or so I was getting really fed up with her telling me off all the time. It seemed I couldn't do anything right. One Saturday I went to a party in the village and had a little too much to drink and got home at 12.15. As I put the key in the lock she was suddenly standing there in her dressing gown and said, 'you know the rules, it's midnight at the latest and you've clearly been drinking, I'll deal with you in the morning. I will not tolerate this behaviour in my house. You will do as I say, now get to bed and I want you downstairs at 8.15 to face your punishment, because believe me, you are going to be punished.' I went up to my room and before dropping off to sleep wondered what my punishment would be. I was woken by auntie in the morning. She shook me and said, 'It's 8.15 I want you downstairs now, don't bother to get dressed, just put on your dressing gown.' I dashed into the bathroom, had a quick pee and washed my face and went down to the kitchen. As I walked in her face was like thunder. 'Sit down,' she ordered. 'I'm really pissed off the way you've been acting since you've been here. I seem to have done nothing but tell you off and last night was the last straw. I've spoken to your mother and she agrees that you need to be punished, now come into the lounge with me,' she said. I followed her in. She sat on the sofa and I stood in front of her. As I looked down I could see down the top of her t shirt and I'm sure she saw me looking. She was wearing black shorts and she said, 'take your dressing gown off and lay across my legs, you're going to get a good smacking.' I was very embarrassed as I took of my dressing gown and dropped it on a chair. I knelt on the floor and lifted myself onto her lap. I felt my cock squashing against her legs. Suddenly her hand came down hard on my arse. I yelled as it stung and she said, 'Now are you going to do as I tell you?' 'Oh yes, auntie,' I replied. 'That didn't sound very convincing,' she said. Her hand slapped down again. 'Take your pants off,' she ordered me. 'Definitely not,' I replied. She shouted, 'Take them off or go home to mum and dad.' I stood up and dropped my pants. I have never felt so embarrassed. I put my hands in front of my private parts and covered myself. 'Put your hands behind your back,' she shouted. I kept them in front of me. 'OK then get dressed and go home,' she said. I didn't want to go home and I reluctantly moved my hands and put them behind my back. She giggled and said, 'Oh dear, what a small cock, now I know why you kept yourself covered. Now lay across me and I can smack you properly.' I did as she said and I have to admit that I liked the feel of my cock against her legs and then she smacked three or four times in quick succession. It stung but also started feeling nice. I felt my cock growing as I pushed against aunties legs. She could obviously feel me growing as she continued smacking me and each time telling me how I had to start behaving. I was so aroused now that the pain was turning to pleasure. Suddenly she stopped and said, 'That's disgusting, you're getting aroused, stand up.' I stood up and covered my erection with my hands. 'Hands behind your back,' she roared. I did as she said and my erect 6 inch cock stood out in front of me. 'Go and stand in the corner until you learn to control yourself,' she said. I went and stood there with my back to her, 'Turn round so I can see you,' she shouted. I turned round and as much as I tried my cock would not go down. The cheeks of my arse were stinging and I liked the feeling. As I looked across the room to her I saw her large breasts almost poking out the top of her t shirt. The trouble is that just kept me hard. After a few minutes she said, 'Well if you're not going to be able to control yourself you'll have to be punished even more.' She went into the kitchen and came back with a table tennis bat. She sat down on the sofa and pointed to her lap. I walked over to her and leaned across her. She parted her legs and my cock went through the space. Suddenly the bat hit the cheeks of my arse and really hurt. I yelled out in pain. But I realised I was getting more and more aroused as smack after smack rained down on me. Now I was rubbing myself against her legs and suddenly I knew I had to stop or it would be too late. I said, 'Auntie, I really think you should stop before it's too late.' Just as she said, 'What are you talking about.' I spurted all my spunk over her legs. She stopped smacking and said, 'Whatever have you done, that's disgusting, I'm your auntie, that's very naughty of you.' I stood up my cock still half hard. She looked at my spunk running down her legs and said, 'I think you'd better lick them clean.' She sat back in the sofa, her legs parted and I knelt between them and leaned forward and licked my spunk up. I had tasted it before many times when I wanked into my hand. 'Let me see it in your mouth.' She said. I knelt up and opened my mouth and she could see my spunk in my mouth. 'Swallow it,' she ordered me. I did as she said and swallowed it down and she said, 'Now make sure you've licked it all off you disgusting little boy.' As I knelt down again I could see up the legs of her shorts and I felt myself getting aroused again. I licked up and down her legs and even onto her thighs even though none of my spunk had gone there. I was now very hard again and she said, 'You need to be punished further.' She stood up and beckoned me, she looked down at my erection again. She went upstairs and I followed her into the bathroom. She said, 'I need to pee and you're going to lick me clean.' She lowered her shorts and as she sat down I saw the hairs in between her legs. I was standing on front of her with a hard on. I heard her noisily peeing. When she had finished she stood up and said, 'Now lick me dry.' I knelt on the floor and leaned towards her and put my mouth to her pussy. I could see the dribbles of pee on her hairs and I licked them. I loved the smell and taste. Then I felt her hands behind my head and she pulled me tight against her and rubbed herself against me. She was panting now and saying, 'You disgusting dirty boy doing this to your auntie, you disgust me. How dare you lick my cunt and try to make me cum, you are filthy.' All the time she was grinding her pussy against my face and talking like this. I couldn't have got away if I had wanted too. Then I felt her cumming against me and she cried out louder saying I was a dirty fucker and had to be punished as she finished her climax. She released her grip on me and sat back down on the toilet to recover. She looked at my erection and said, 'Wank yourself off now in front of me.' I started rubbing my cock as I looked at my auntie. I asked, 'can I see your tits auntie?' 'No you disgusting boy,' she shouted back at me. I was rubbing myself faster and faster and knew I was going to cum. I wanted to cum over her but knew I would be punished again so I turned to face the bath and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into it. 'Who gave you permission to climax?' she asked.' I told you to wank, I never mentioned anything about cumming, you'll need to be punished for that.' 'Now clean the bath, shower and come downstairs for breakfast, and leave your dressing gown on,' she said. She went downstairs and got breakfast ready. I rinsed the bath out, had a shower, put my dressing gown on and went down to the kitchen. There was a nice smell of fresh coffee and toast. I sat down with her and we had breakfast although we hardly spoke. As soon as we had finished she said, 'Come into the lounge with me.' I followed her in and the sat on the sofa, next to her were several items of clothing. She pointed to the armchair for me to sit down. 'There are several things I need to speak to you about. I think you realise now that if you disobey me you are going to be punished and it will not be pleasant. When we in the bathroom I gave you permission to masturbate, I didn't say anything about ejaculating. From now on if you want to masturbate you ask me. Is that clear? I may let you, I may not, I may tell you to do in private, I may say do it in front of me, do you understand?' she said. 'Yes auntie,' I replied. 'Another thing, you asked if you could see my tits. Now don't you think that's a disgusting thing to ask your auntie? I certainly do. If I had agreed what would you have done?' she asked. By now I was very embarrassed but also getting quite aroused and I could feel my cock growing beneath my dressing gown. 'I wanted to look at them as I masturbated.' I replied very sheepishly. 'That's disgusting, you're a filthy little boy wanting to masturbate while looking at auntie's tits. What else would you like to do to them?' she asked, clearly getting aroused herself. There was nothing she liked more than dominating someone and she was having some fun with her nephew. 'I'd like to feel them and, and, well suck them,' I replied. She stood up, her hands on her hips and glared at me and said, 'You want to suck auntie's tits, who do you think I am, your mother? Only mothers have their tits sucked by their children and they are certainly a lot younger than you,' she said. This language was arousing both of them. Dee was not, of course, offended by her nephew's comments. In fact they aroused her immensely and the thought of his sucking her tits was making her nipples very hard and her pussy very wet. 'You need to be taught that I am in control in this house, you'll start by wearing my panties and a petticoat instead of your underpants and shorts. The weather is hot enough for that. It will teach you to control your pathetic penis, I just can't do with it getting out of control and becoming erect. Some of my friends will be calling here while you're here and you'll continue to wear these clothes, is that clear? I know it's embarrassing and humiliating but that's the point of it,' she said. 'Now come over her and let me dress you,' she ordered . As she undid my dressing gown I could feel my cock was quite hard, not fully erect but certainly getting there. Then she took it off and then reached for my underpants. As she lowered them my cock sprang to attention. 'Oh dear, here we go again,' she said. 'Why ever can't you control yourself?' 'I'm sorry auntie,' I apologised. She reached for a pale pink pair of silk panties and made me step into them. As she pulled them up my legs and over my cock I loved the feel of the silky material against me. Then she made me step into a similar coloured petticoat. I felt foolish but very aroused and my cock was now pressing against my new panties and auntie could clearly see it. 'Whatever am I going to do with you?' she asked. 'You know you have to ask me before you masturbate don't you?' Well are you going to ask me?' she asked. 'Actually I was wondering whether you would do it for me please auntie?' I asked. She stood up and said disgustingly, 'You want me to masturbate you, your auntie, you want your auntie to masturbate you, next you'll be asking to suck my tits,' she replied. 'Well that would be wonderful too,' I replied. She said, 'I told you, it's only mummies who get their tits sucked by their little boys. Would you like me to be your mummy?' 'Oh yes please,' I replied. 'I'd be very good and do everything you told me to.' 'You'd have to call me mummy all the time you're here,' she replied. 'Yes of course, I'd really like that, having another mummy,' I said. She sat back down at the end of the sofa and reached behind her and unclipped her bra and took it off and dropped it on the floor. 'Lay down and put your head in mummy's lap then,' she said. I lay down and did as she said. I was only inches away from her large breast even though they were still covered by her t shirt. She lifted her t shirt and took one of her large breasts in her hands and fed it into my mouth and said, 'It's time for mummy's milk now.' I sucked voraciously on her nipple and loved the feel as it hardened in my mouth. Obviously there was no milk from it but I loved it. I sucked it and licked it. Clearly she was enjoying it too as I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier. After a short while she said, 'Time for the other one now.' This nipple was already rock hard but I still loved sucking it as much and I reached up and started squeezing the other one. I was now rock hard and although I couldn't see it I was sure my cock was standing to attention. Then I felt her hand rubbing me through the petticoat and panties. I sucked harder and squeezed the other nipple even harder. I knew auntie was getting aroused as she pulled the petticoat up and put her hand inside the panties and was now wanking me faster and faster. Suddenly she called out, 'Cum for mummy, suck mummy's nipples while mummy makes her little boy cum.' She knew I was only seconds away from cumming and as I started throbbing she pulled my foreskin right back and I ejaculated all over her hands and the petticoat. 'Did you like mummy wanking you and did you like sucking mummy's tits?' she asked. 'Of course, mummy it was wonderful,' I replied. 'Does mummy need to cum now?' I asked. 'Yes, but it's so naughty her little boy making her cum, would you like to watch mummy doing it to herself and then you could see what mummy likes to have done to her so that maybe next time you could do it for her,' she replied. She took her t shirt off and her panties and shorts. I could see how wet she was as her cunt hair was so moist. She parted her legs wide and slid a finger inside her and the another and another and started finger fucking herself. 'Look how wet mummy's cunt is,' she said as she continued. 'Play with mummy's tits please,' she begged. Her eyes were closed as she masturbated. I played with her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I was soon very hard again. I got in between her legs and asked, 'Shall I fuck you mummy?' 'No, it's too naughty, you mustn't fuck mummy, oh fuck, I need to cum, yes fuck me, fuck mummy, make mummy cum,' she pleaded. I moved forward and eased my cock to her open slit. She grabbed hold of my cock and eased it inside her. I started moving in and out, going further with each thrust until I was all the way in. Suddenly I felt her shuddering, she was gasping with pleasure and then she climaxed. A huge gush of her cunt juices flooded out of her and all over me. I was ready to cum and I asked her, 'Shall I cum inside you mummy?' Suddenly I started spurting, flooding her insides with my young wet spunk. I finished and collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside her. She said, 'That was very naughty of you, you mustn't do that ever again.' 'You mean not again today,' I asked. She smiled and nodded. Rogers Dialems Preview Teasing trio Pat, Mai-lee and Roger had spent a pleasurable day at the lake and had enjoy-able oral sex. And had generally played around. Getting back to town had gone and had Chinese food for supper. Pat had gone home and Mai-lee and Roger went to the local park and finding a secluded spot and made love, before separating and going their separate ways. Roger's dilemma Monday morning seemed to come all to soon for Roger. He'd tossed and turned quite a bit during the night. He got up and washed and shaved. Getting his backpack he put in the books he needed to have at class, and went to McDonalds and got pancakes for breakfast along with a coffee. Getting to the campus he went to the cafeteria and sat at a table by the window till it was time for his math class. Pat said that she would see him in the morning, but was nowhere to be seen. In class he quietly sent her a short text message. He put the phone in his pocket. The class was about to end when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Hi Rog, no I'm staying at home today. I feel lousy. Its that time of the month for me. I'll call you tomorrow ok Hi there sweet one, sorry you are not feeling good. When you feel like it give me a call ok? Ok hon. be good .xxx The eatery at the mall was quite busy at lunchtime as usual but Roger found a table and munched on his Taco and looked around lazily. Assortments of students were dotted around the eatery, along with the rest of the shoppers. "Why hello stranger." A female voice said from behind him. Followed by a soft hand on his shoulder. Looking around to see Mai-lee standing there with a coffee in her hand. "Where is Pat, not at class today?" "Hi Mai-lee. No she isn't feeling good. That lousy monthly thing she said in a text to me. So how is your day going, anything revealing?" "Oh I know what she means. That's to bad... Cheeky. Anything revealing. Well I do say. What had you in mind, hm?" Mai-lee said softly as she sat down next to him. "Well you are in the lingerie business. All that scanty sexy stuff" Roger said. His face somewhat flushed. "Hm, maybe I could arrange a personal fashion show sometime." She said as she put a hand in his lap and caressed his leg. "What are you doing after school other than any home work?" "I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. Do you have something in mind?" "Anything in particular?" "Fancy a swim and pizza afterwards maybe?" Mai-lee said. She had a twinkle in her eyes. She sipped her coffee as she looked at him. "You fancy a swim, sure why not, and Pizza sounds great. Where shall we meet?" "Starbucks sound a good place to me." Mai-lee said. "Ok, yes that's good for me as well. Yesterday evening was hot, I had a job getting off to sleep." Roger said. His face felt warm. "Em yes it was indeed, I needed you and you were what I needed. Pat is a really lucky girl to have you for her boyfriend. I'm lucky to even know you." As Mai-lee was speaking she was rubbing her leg against his. "Well I'll see you at Starbucks later Mai-lee ok, I have to be getting back to school." Roger said as he was getting up from the table. "For sure." Mai-lee said as her phone rang and a text came in. It was from Pat. Hi Mai how's your day going? Mine is down in the dumps, I have my period. So much for too much sun as I thought it might be. Yesterday was great totally unforgettable. I'll call you tomorrow ok? Xxx "It's from Pat. Oh no wonder she isn't at classes. She say's that yesterday was unforgettable though." "I have to go Mai I'll see you later say hi for me. Chow." "Ok, I sure will. You be good at school. Byye." Hi Ko'u Likao pau sorry to here that. What a bummer. I just saw Roger at the mall having a coffee. He said to say hi. He left to go back to classes. You have a good fella there. Xxx How was he? He likes you as I thought he would. Yes he is really nice. If he asks you to go out with him you go, and enjoy. I feel sure he would love to have a cream sandwich with you, if you know what I mean. I Miss you. Xxx You are joking right? He's your lover, sure I'd love to share his ma'I kika with you but I mean to say. I miss you too sweet one. Xxxx No I'm serious If you mean his prick, yes. I think there is enough there for the two of us. I want you so badly XXXXXXX. You are really something Ko'u likao pau. Roger sure is one lucky guy. I'll call you later ok? Can I get you anything at all? Well I have to get back to work I want you too sweet one xxxxxx. XXX No I'm fine. Have fun Xxxxx The afternoon went by really slowly for Mai-lee, her mind trying to take-in what Had been said between her and Pat. She was finding it hard to accept that Pat had said for her to enjoy herself with Roger and let him have sex with her. She was excited enough to become wet between her thighs. And wished that she could finger her cunt. Closing time came and she excitedly walked to Starbucks and found Roger waiting at a table with his usual Latte. "Hi Roger" Mai-lee said as she got to the table. "Well hello there. Can I get you like a coffee or something?" He replied. "I'd love a Columbian coffee please I'm so dry I could spit dust." "You sit tight and I'll be right back." "There you go, so how are you today. Do you still want to go out for a swim?" "Yes it I think so, if you want to as well. "It's a shame Pat is feeling under the weather. She would be all for it as well I bet." Roger said. "In her texts to me she shook me. She said if you asked me out that I should say yes and go and we should have a good time together. She is ok with me being with you and what ever. You have a wonderful girlfriend for a lover. You are so lucky" "Wow. She really said that. Really?" Mai-lee opened her phone and showed him the text. "As you can see we are close as well." "You both like boys and girls alike. Neat." Roger replied softly, like he wasn't sure what to think. They finished their drinks and strolled to his truck. Mai-lee slipped in and slid across the seat and sat close to Roger. She put an arm around his shoulders. "Do you want to change out of your work cloths into something more relaxed maybe?" Roger asked as he started the truck "Now that's an idea. Can we drop off at my place briefly? Getting into something more relaxed sounds good." "No problem, ok off we go then." Getting to Mai-lees place Roger waited in the truck for her to come back out. She had on the same skirt and top that she had on the day before. But this tine she didn't have a bra on. Her dark nipples showed alluringly through the hazy cream opaque blouse. "Look at you. You sexy looking girl." He said as she sat next to him. "Hi ho off to the lake we go." Roger said as he drove off. Mai-lee once again put her arm around his shoulders. As they drove she gently rubbed them. Barely touching his t-shirt yet the caress was there. The radio played music from the local pop station. "This road doesn't see much traffic does it. Yesterday I remember two cars and today just one so far." Mai-lee said idly. "No it is a long way to anywhere going this way. Most folks take the main road. It's a lot faster. Its not as pretty a drive but much faster. Our next town is about 15 miles. This way its probably 23. Both roads finish at the same cross roads on the edge or town as well." They got to the turn off and were at the farm lane after a short while. Driving over the bumpy rutted road to the old shed. "Ready for a stroll through the woods?" Roger said as he got the blanket and big towel from behind his seat. "Anytime with you, any time" Mai-lee said as she got out of the truck. They met at the front of it and joined hands and strolled leisurely through the trees. Letting go of his hand Mai-lee slipped her arm around his waist and hugged him to her. Roger in turn put an arm around her shoulders. His hand hung down over her blouse. Touching it occasionally as they walked. Coming to the grassy expanse he dropped the things on to the grass. Bending he picked up the blanket, and proceeded to spread it out on the grass and put the towel on it. Turning around to see Mai-lee stepping out of her skirt. Folding it she dropped it onto the blanket. Undoing her blouse. She folded it and put it on the blanket as well. Without a word she strolled toward the waters edge. Her bare skin had sheen to it in the sunlight. Her buttocks were firm and nicely rounded. A slight sway to them as she walked. Steady long steps decisive, yet light and almost floating in their gait. Roger slipped off his t-shirt and dropped his jeans onto the blanket. Slipping out of he under shorts he trotted to the waters edge as Mai-lee was wading out into the lake. Catching up to her he took her hand and they waded out into the lake together. They dove in and swum out side by side. They were about ten yards out when they turned and faced each other as they trod water. Roger slipped beneath the surface and swum toward Mai-lee. Getting to her he put his arms around her and pressed his lips to her love nest and sucked on the warm soft skin before striking for the surface. As he did Mai-lee was ducking down and reaching for him. She took his prick into her mouth and sucked on it .As it was only partly erect she took most of it into her mouth. His prick partly responded to the attention before she struck out for the surface. Breaking the surface Mai-lee swum to shallower water and sat on down. In water up to her chest and waited for Roger to join her. As he did, he crawled up to her and kissed her softly. His legs were outside of hers as he knelt in front of her. She put her arms around his waist, and hugged him to her, closing her eyes. Her lips parted allowing her tongue to edge forward to brush his lips softly. She sucked his lip into her mouth and ran her tongue around it He put a hand gently on her breast and fondled it. "Mm" she purred at the soft caresses. Reaching down she found him and caressed him. His erection was well on the way to being fully formed, and was hot in her hand. Roger twisted and crouched down, putting an arm behind her, and the other behind her knees. Slowly he picked her up. With some effort he stood up and walked toward the shoreline. Mai-lee had her head on his shoulder and an arm around his shoulders. As he carried her across the grass she sucked his neck and rubbed her tongue against it. "Let me feel you cum in my mouth. Man's full cream milk." She whispered to him. Sticking her tongue in his ear suggestively. "Do you still dream of me peeing on you, like you asked us to do, if you still want?" Mai-lee said softly as he put her legs down. "I'd love to have you give me a hot pee shower. To feel it running all over me and to taste it would be really sexy." "I need to pee right now so your wish is my command. Lie down and get your wish oh sexy one." Mai-lee said as Roger got down and stretched out on his back, in the grass. Straddling his thighs Mai-lee slightly flexed her knees and spread her love lips. Pushing her hips forward she let forth a steady stream of sparkling pee. It splashed on his chest, as she moved the stream splashed on his face and into his mouth. Then All the way down to end dribbling on his prick, as he stroked it slowly. "Oh that feels a lot better, and fulfilled your dream sweetie." "I'd love to fulfill your dream my very sexy girl," he said as he got on his knees and got up. Mai-lee knelt in front of him and took his prick in her hand. And then she slipped it in to her mouth. He slowly moved his hips back and forth as he pumped himself into her. As he did Mai-lee stroked him as well and caressed his balls occasionally. Her stroking him was exciting him a lot. He got to the point that his actions became automatic. His climax imminent he moaned, "Oh baby its cumming, mmm." Mai-lee felt the shudder and jerk of his prick as he came and came. Three jets of hot cum shot into her eager mouth and dribbled down her chin. Looking up at Roger she had a big smile on her face, and a cheeky glint in her eyes. Drops of cum dripped onto her breast as he reached down and pulled her up to stand right in front of him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him passionately. Pressing her chest against his. Tilting her head to kiss him passionately and deeply. Sharing his creamy cum "Let me pleasure you, give you a climax like you just gave me. Roger said as their steamy kiss ended. He proceeded to lie down on the blanket, flat on his back with his knees bent Mai-lee squatted over his face. Her hands were on his knees. By moving she was able to put her cunt right over his mouth, and was able to lower it to his waiting lips. Roger licks her love lips and sucks them into his eager mouth, slipping his tongue in-between them. Moving to suck the nub of her love nest and run the back of his tongue over it and all around it. Lathering it with saliva and affection. After a while he slid two fingers into her cunt and curled them to caress the inside of her love canal, touching on her sensitive hot spot and making her squirm with delight. Mrff escaped her lips. As he sucked her clit some of his cum was dribbling down Mai-lees face and dripping on to her breasts "Oh sweet one, oh fuuck. " She stammered in a shaky voice. Her hips were wriggling and jerking about. She lifted her cunt away from his lips, and he slid his fingers deep into her. With a thrusting shudder she came, Eeeekk aaaahh...Oooohh, she moaned. In a flowing of hot love milk that dropped and spread over his face. Dripping onto the blanket. The sexy unique flavor of Mai-lee trickled into his mouth to be savored and drunk with a lust for more. Mai-lee slowly stood and stepped over him saying in a throaty tone. "That was exquisite. Oh what a feeling. You can do that to me anytime sweet one... I guess we should get wet again and loose all the sexy love juices. What a shame." "Yeh I could keep tasting you." Roger replied as he put his arm around Mai-lees shoulder. As they strolled to the water Mai-lee slipped an arm around his waist and gently rubbed his side. They waded out up to their waists and dove in and swum under water several yards before surfacing and standing in water up their necks Facing each other they both took a step toward one another. Looking into each other's eyes they came together and hugged each other. Their lips fused in a passionate lustful French kiss. They both knew that there hunger and craving was only partly satisfied, and would need to be satisfied. Walking back to the blanket quietly hand in hand. There thoughts stayed within themselves. Roger picked up the towel and began drying Mai-lees back, starting with her raven black hair. then on down to her feet. Turning around for him to dry her front. He dried her legs to her knees. At which point Mai-lee separated her feet and stood with her hips pushed forward a bit. As Roger got to her thighs she put a hand on his head and mussed his hair. He was kneeling and put a hand around her hips urging her toward him. Gently he slid two fingers into her and slowly pushed them all the way in. "Oh sweetie mmm, that feels so good you have no idea." She said in a throaty voice and added, "we could be here all night if we aren't careful. Make me cum. Once more." She said almost pleading to him. Roger curled his fingers and they searched for her hot spot again. Pulling her to him his lips found the hooded clit and softly sucked it then he ran his tongue all around it and over it. All the tender attention was exciting her a lot. It was having an effect on him also. His prick was becoming quite stiff and was beginning to ache. "Oh Roger, fuck that feels like a dream. Oh fuck, yes mmm. There oh yes you have it mmm" she half whispered half moaned. Her hips were wriggling and rocking back and forth as arousal built and built. Mai-lee pulled Rogers head against her writhing cunt as she arrived at the point of no return, the point of total abandon. "Ehhh oh fuuuck I'm cummiiingg oh shit rrrr." Her head thrown back and her eyes shut tight Her hips thrust forward in a movement of escape as she let forth a solid stream of hot milky cum that inundated Rogers fingers and the palm of his hand. It ran down his arm and dripped off of his elbow." Oh fuck Roger that was incredible. Fuck, thank you for the experience. " Mai-lee said as she kissed him hungrily, passionately on his partly open mouth. Reaching down Mai-lee gently fondled his rampant prick. Kneeing she took it between her still wet pointy breasts, there nipples were puffed up with excitement. She began bobbing up and down. Massaged his throbbing penis, showing it tenderness and a different form of passion. Ducking her head to take the head of his prick between her lips to suck briefly. She looked up and said in a soft sexy voice, "Cum all over my face lover. Give me your jism my lover." And added softly, "hump my tits and cum all over me, my stallion." After several minutes he said. "Oh baby I'm cumming, Oh fuuck here it comes, mmm." His voice all nasal Two jets of hot slippery cum spouted forth some hitting her chin and some falling back down on her face. "That felt like a dream sweet one, like you said we could be here all-night. But I think its time to rejuvenate a bit." Roger said as he pulled Mai-lee up and kissed her slippery lips. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her "A sexy night under the stars to feast on lust and debauchery. Something out of the Karma Sutra I'm thinking. But yes we have to leave and go back to reality." Bending down Roger picked up the towel and proceeded to dry Mai-lee off. He finished by rubbing her long silky black hair. Flipping the towel around his shoulders he dried his back and then his front and lastly his legs. As he did Mai-lee was slipping into her blouse and doing the bottom two buttons up. He folded the towel and put it on the blanket and put on his t-shirt. As he did Mai-lee was crouching and peeing, She had a contented look on her face. "Ah that feels a lot better." She said as she picked up her skirt and slipped into it and did it up. Roger put his jeans on and bent down to pick up the blanket and folded it. Mai-lee picked up the towel and folded it. "Lets go to Angello's and have supper, and a glass of wine." Roger said as he slipped an arm around Mai-lee waist. "Mm that sounds nice. I've never been to Angello's. It sounds like a romantic place. "It's a quiet restaurant no loud music and people. Pat and I have been there a couple of time. I think you'll like it." "Maybe we should go somewhere else then. It's your quiet haven. I don't want to crash your special spot." "The only other Italian restaurant I know is the Napoli up the road. We can go there if you like. Yes lets do that." He replied and added "It'll be our haven then." "Now this is romantic. Setting up our own haven. Have you ever been there?" "No not to Napoli I haven't, on the outside it looks nice though." Roger said as they reached his truck. He held the door for Mai-lee and closed behind her They drove out of the farm road and on to the road that would take them back to town. Roger turned right though and headed away from town. "Oh its in Praette, no wonder I hadn't heard of it. That's a bit far though isn't it?"\ Rogers Dialems "Only about twenty minutes and we'll be there." Roger said as he patted Mai-lees knee. She put her hand on his and softly rubbed it and squeezed it. "I've never been there. Is it a big town, many stores?" "There are less stores than we have. There isn't a mall either. It has a cinema and a motel, the Super 6. And there is the Comfort Inn hotel. There has to be a bar I guess, but I haven't seen one. That's about it really. There is a nice park though. It's well cared for and it's big." Roger said. "A motel, em that sounds interesting. Something to keep in mind." "What are you thinking? Staying for the night and traveling back in the morning?" "Not necessarily tonight. But maybe some other time though. We stayed at a Comfort inn, in Chicago once. It was really nice. Maybe we could go sometime, it's only an idea though. Now I'm getting excited. Maybe think about over supper. Hm?" "Ok, that sounds like a plan." Roger said and added after a pause. "Well there's the town up ahead. See were that car came from on the left. That's the highway I mentioned before." "Its not far at all is it. There's a railway station here as well we don't have one do we?" Mai-lee said. "No the line turns south here. At least we have a bus depot Praette doesn't. Next right for Napoli and supper." Roger said. There it is. It does look nice. Ooh a lingerie store; I've never heard that name before. La Rose Noir, interesting. Can I have a quick peek before we go for supper?" "Sure we can stop here and walk the rest of the way." Roger said as he got out of the truck. They crossed the street and peered it the front window of the store. Mai-lee asked "you want to wait for me here I wont be long?" "I'll come in as well. I might see something to buy. Unless you would sooner I stay outside." "No not at all. I'm sure Pat would appreciate anything you might get her. Something sexy from her lover." "I was thinking more of you actually. Something snuggly or revealing and sexy." Roger said as he opened the door for her. "That's nice. Well I Can see something already. The white negligee, red bra and panties." Mai-lee said as she held his hand and squeezed it. "Can I help you with anything?" The young clerk asked. "Yes I'd like to see the negligee and bra and panties set," Mai-lee said as she pointed at the garments. "Very good ma-am I'll go to the back and get them. We have that negligee in a short style as well." "Can we see it as well please?" Roger said before Mai-lee could say anything. "Certainly sir just a moment." The clerk said with a big smile on her face. She returned with the items in a short time and let Mai-lee take a look at them. "So what do you think?" Roger asked Mai-lee. "Mm they are nice, so soft. Mm they're really nice. But I don't know. "She'll take them," Roger said as he handed the clerk his visa card. "Are you sure? Mai-lee asked as she looked at him. Her eyes were shining and she had a flush on her cheeks. "Hm mm." Was all Roger said as he entered his PIN #. "You look around a bit and I'm going into the drug store. I broke my toothbrush this morning. I might as well get one here, see you in a minute ok?" "Ok don't get lost." She looked lazily around till he was gone and then asked the girl, "do you have baby doll sleep wear, preferably in red?" "Oh yes, in your size let me see. She came back with three. One was in black and was crotch less, as was one of the red ones. The other red one wasn't crotch less. Mai-lee looked them over and decided on the red crotch less one. "I'll take this one please. Just put it in with the others, that'll be fine." She paid for it. "Thanks for your help." "Thank you ma-am, you have a nice evening." The clerk said as she handed the bag to Mai-lee. She was just about to go into the drug store as Roger came out. "Thank you Roger it was nice of you to buy these things. It was really naughty though, and you know that don't you. Eh hh. Mai-lee said as she put her arm around his waist. "Lets go and have something to eat. It's my treat, okay!" "Napoli is just across the street." Roger said as he put his arms around her shoulders and led the way. Getting to the front door he stood aside as Mai-lee passed him and went in. As the waiter came up Mai-lee said. "May we have a booth table please?" "Certainly you may madam, this way please." He replied. He took them to an alcove table with soft lighting. There were Pictures of white washed houses. They All had terracotta roofs. Soft music played in the background. The whole atmosphere was soft and romantic. The waiter came with the menu and the wine list. "I'll give you a second to see what you would like and come back shortly." They checked the menu and decided on the special pizza, and then they both looked at the wine list. "What would you suggest?" Mai-lee asked. "The matuse is nice, Mom and Dad had it sometimes when I was home a couple of weeks ago they had it. Would you like to try it? I think you will like it." "Sure why not. You order it ok! This is a nice place." Mai-lee was saying as there waiter arrived to take their order. They sat quietly as the waiter returned with the wine. He poured a small sample for Roger to taste. "Yes that's fine thank you." The waiter poured the wine for both of them and after corking the bottle he left. "Cheers sweet one." Roger said quietly as he held up his glass to Mai-lee. They touched glasses and took a sip each. "Thank you for the lovely lingerie, I'll only wear it when we are together. I wonder if we can come and stay Friday night that way we wouldn't have to rush away in the morning." Mai-lee said and added. "Ah supper is here, I'm starving." "Mind the plates they are hot ok?" The waiter said as he put the pizza stand on the table. "Lets think on it for a while. It's a thought that we should savor the anticipation of. I guess I'm feeling guilty about being with you. Even though Pat said for us to go out together. I'm really enjoying being with you. Maybe too much." Roger said. His voice showed the feelings he was experiencing. "I know what you mean. I kind of feel the same way really. Pat is a big girl though and she knows how you feel about her. We will be fine. But like you say lets just think on it for now, and savor the idea." They sat quietly and enjoyed the pizza and wine. Their legs were close together and gently rubbing against each other. After paying for the meal they left the restaurant and strolled back to the truck and got in. "What would you like to do now?" Roger asked as he stroked her knee. "I don't know, lets just take a walk in the park. Its not far to it?" "No we can walk to if you like it's only a couple of blocks." Roger said "Lets drive there and then walk around for a bit. Ok?" "Ok let's do that. Just up the next block is the Comfort inn, on the right. There." Roger said softly. "It looks a nice place to stay at. It could be our haven, what do you think?" Mai-lee suggested as she put a hand in her lap, scrunching up the hem of her skirt. "I like the sound of that, our romantic spot. I hope they have do not disturb signs for the doors." "Oo sexy indeed." Mai-lee whispered in a low tone. "Here we are. Lets put your bag under the blanket, out of sight. It'll be ok." Roger said as he lifted the blanket and towel up. Mai-lee slid the plastic bag behind the seat and Roger dropped the blanket and towel over it in a pile. "There we are that'll be fine." He shut and locked the door. "Would you like an ice cream? A small cone maybe?" "No not for me thanks. You go ahead if you want one." She replied softly as she took hold of his hand, she squeezed it and then slid her arm around his waist and hugged him to her. She looked around at the vista that spread out in front of her. Flower beds that were ablaze of color that lined the pathways. The odd bench seat positioned at edge of the path here and there. In the distance she saw the pond. The setting sun reflected off of it in an orange red rippled blaze of color. "You were right this is a lovely park. What a lovely lake. The folks of Praette are so lucky, wow." "Yes that's for sure. The park back home is nice but nothing like this. He put an arm around Mai-lees shoulders as he spoke. They strolled out into the grassy area and onto the footpath. Her head lazily rested on his shoulder as they slowly walked. "Its been a really lovely evening all around." Mai-lee said and added, "having a nice swim and making love with my special man." She said Her voice slow and dreamy in tone. "A lovely supper as well with my secret love." He replied, his voice kind of dreamy as well. "I wish that this evening wouldn't end." Mai-lee whispered as she softly kissed his neck. Coming to a bench seat they sat down. Rogers arm around Mai-lee's shoulders. She leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. It was so quiet and peaceful, the odd bird song and the breeze in the trees. It was as though they were at the lake again. Then two boys rode by on bikes laughing at something as they went. Mai-lee turned her head and kissed Roger on the ear, a soft kiss then she rested her head back on his shoulder. Her hands in her lap "Yes all good things end at some point. They are relit later usually though." "Mm that's a good thought. You know Pat is going to ask about us, mm? What are we going to say? Here I am kind of worried a bit." "I think seeing as she said for us to go out with each other. May be we should tell her. Like you said she is a big girl." "Ow wow. You are right of course. I hope she isn't to hurt though. Oh Roger, fuck I so want you. And I know you want Pat. This is complicated. Are we going to say anything about maybe staying at a hotel some time? Personally I think that is something better left unsaid! "Yes I agree there. It'll be our secret." Roger said as he put a hand on hers in her lap. He gently squeezed and rubbed them. "I wonder why it is. When I'm with you I need to pee so much. Like right now, and I feel really sexy and excited at the same time." Mai-lee said as she moved their hand to the hem of her skirt. Leaving his hand there. "Search me, I don't know, it is sexy though. I enjoy watching you pee. That is really sexy. Go right here. We are all by ourselves." "You have the devil in you and that makes me feel really daring at the same time. Fuck why not." Mai-lee said as she got up and faced Roger. She looked around and raised her skirt and spread her legs and let forth a steady stream of pee that splashed on the pathway surface and trickled under the seat into the grass. "Ow that feels a lot better she said as she let the hem of her skirt drop. "You are one sexy lad and I love it in you, among other things." Mai-lee said as she stood directly in front of him. "I guess we should be heading home soon." She put her hands on either side of his head, leaning she kissed him tenderly on the lips. As Mai-lee was kissing him her phone buzzed. Hi sweet thing how are you, missing you a lot. Has Roger called you?" Xxxx "We were right about Pat wondering if we would meet. Shall I answer it or do you want to?" "Sure I'll answer it if you want." Roger said. "On my phone or yours." "On yours, okay?" He replied. Taking the phone from Mai-lee he sent. Hi sweet one this is him. How are you feeling? Better we hope. Mai-lee and I are in Praette and will be on our way home shortly Oh hi Rog so how was your day? Is Mai behaving herself and are you behaving yourself. I'm glad you two got together. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow. Ok sweet one. Can we drop by when we get back? Xxx R No not tonight. I'm in bed and not good company really. Xss they are for both of you. Give Mai a big kiss from me. (On all her lips) Mmm that sounds nice and would feel even better. Love you and miss you xxxx from the both of us on all your lips also. XXXXX M Love you both as well and that sounds great too. Night night. Sleep well Pat we are both hoping to see you soon. Xxxx M "Pat's been feeling rotten I guess. That's a real bummer for you girls." Roger said quietly as he shook his head. "Yes it can be really miserable at times. A couple of days and she will probably be her self pretty much. They strolled back to the truck their arms around each other's waists "I wonder how much it is for a room at the Comfort Inn for a night." Mai-lee enquired "When we get to the entrance to the park there is a telephone booth. I'll check the directory and call them on my cell. I get to wash your back in the shower if we stay, deal?" "Deal." She said. A face splitting smile and sparkling eyes. She rubbed his back softly and slipped her thumb into the waistband of his jeans. "There's no directory here, son of a gun. Ok let's drive around see if we can get a room. Now I'm getting excited." They strolled over to his truck and got in. As Roger drove out of the parking area Mai-lee slid close to his side and put a hand in his lap and stroked his leg playfully. Getting to the hotel he stopped outside the entrance. "You want to come with me?" he asked her. "No I'll wait here. It looks like something maybe going on. Look at all the cars. Maybe they have a banquet hall here or something." "I would imagine there is a banquet hall, oh well lets see. I won't be long." Roger said as he got out of the truck and went into the foyer. After a few minutes he was back. "Sorry sweet one we are out of luck. There is a Rotary club convention going on till Wednesday. Here are the rates. He handed the brochure to Mai-lee to look at as he started the engine and drove out of the driveway. "Oh well I guess we'll head for home then." Mai-lee said. Her voice said it all. "How about we go back the way we came and stop at the lake and cuddle up in the blanket like was hinted at?" Roger said as he put a hand into her lap and caressed her legs. "It's an idea and intriguing, I think it would be to cold though." Mai-lee replied as she put her hand over Rogers and squeezed it as she pressed it against her skirt. "Yeh it would get pretty cool for sure. Intriguing though. Is your car at the mall?" "Yes its between Starbucks and the main entrance, why?" "Well depending what we do now will decide whether we drop you at it or not." "Okay I see what you mean. We'll play it by ear for now. Lets go the quicker way back" "That's a better idea. You are a really lovely girl Mai-lee. The time I've spent with you has been fabulous. I have had a permanent hard on, well it seems that way." Roger said as he scrunched her skirt in his hand. "I've loved being with you as well. Your presence makes my excited and really horny too. Shit just talking about it is enough." Mai-lee said and added. "When you touch me my hormones go into overdrive." Mai-lee rubbed Rogers hand so softly. It was a really seductive touch on his hand. He curled a finger under the hem of her skirt and slid his hand along her thigh and touched her love lips. A fleeting contact followed by another. The briefest of tender touches, enough to make her close her legs around his hand. Trapping it between them. Mmm she purred very softly and wriggled her hips. She put a hand on Rogers shoulders, and rested her head on his shoulder. Licking his ear and sucking its lobe, as she did she licked it as well. The ride back to town was only 15 minutes. As he drove into town he kept his eye open looking for the Howard Johnson hotel sign. As it came into view he turned and drove around the block and came at it from the blind side. He knew that Mai-lee had seen the sign and wanted to have her think he was heading for the mall. He drove into the cover way at the front of the hotel and said, "I'll just be a minute." He came back with a key and as he got in the truck he said." Hold this for me sweet one." Mai-lee took the key fob and looked at it and grinned a broad grin and kissed his ear whispering, "You sexy lad, I love you." Roger drove around the side of the building to # 12 and stopped. "We are home hon." "I'll bring the luggage sweet one. Here take the key." "We can have breakfast before we leave as well, a continental breakfast to enjoy at our leisure. Roger unlocked the door and went in and looked around, the room was a nice cozy room. A coffee machine and a small frig. He tried the bed. "This is nice." He said as Mai-lee closed the door. Dropping the bag on table she ran to him and threw her arms around him and hugged him in a bear hug. Her head rested on his shoulder. "I had visions of going home and thinking about you all night. Wondering, wondering." "I saw how you were disappointed about Comfort Inn. I was as well. I wanted to be with you as well but had guilt feelings about it. We are big people so enjoy all you can when you can." Roger said as he kissed her forehead softly. Pressing a hand to her breast and fondling it. "Right, on all counts. You are really perceptive you know. Who is going to wash who's back first?" Mai-lee whispered in his ear and kissed it. Playfully poking the tip of her tongue in it. "I think I should do yours first, a nice warm soaking shower for my sweet heart." "That sounds nice. Did you get your toothbrush? Maybe I could brush my teeth as well." "Sure here you go, it's a medium in stiffness, give it a trial run." He said as he handed it to her. Mai-lee undid her skirt and stepped out of it and laid it on the bed, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on a chair. He undid his jeans and put them over the back of the chair. Turning around to see Mai-lee going into the bathroom. He followed her and got to the door just as she was stepping into the shower. Her olive skin with its sheen looked iris table in the lighting. His prick was beginning to take on a firm shape and he began to feel warm all over. "You look gorgeous sweet one." He said as he closed the door. "Coming to wash my back that's nice. Then I'll do yours for you if you would like." Mai-lee said as she tested the temperature of the water. "Mm that feels nice." Roger stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain across the rail. As Mai-lee turned the shower on they were greeted by a pulsating warm massage from the showerhead. The pelting of pulsing water hitting her breasts was exciting them. It was like they were being teased and kneaded by some body's hands. Her nipples were stiffening in response to the warm massage. Roger put some of the shower gel on a face cloth and proceeded to wash her back. All the way down to her feet. "That feels so good." She said as she slowly turned to face him. "Well let's make you feel good again, shall we. Roger said softly as he applied more gel to the cloth and slowly washed her front from her neck to her feet. Paying attention to her soft breasts and all around he love nest. Crouching down he washed her legs to her feet. "You are so attentive and tender. That was lovely. Now let me wash you sweet one." Mai-lee said as she took the face cloth from him. "Ok turn around and I'll do your back first." Slowly she worked her way down his back to his buttocks then on down to his feet. Roger turned around and faced Mai-lee. Stretching his arms out to hug her "I have to finish your shower young man," she said with a chuckle and a cheeky smile. Applying more gel to the face cloth Mai-lee proceeded to slowly lather the lithe body that stood in front of her as he ran his hands through her long black hair. Rogers Dialems "You are so beautiful. How I keep my hands off of you are incredibly challenging." Roger said softly as he took in the raw sensuality of her body. Mai-lee crouched in front of him and washed his semi erect prick. Taking his balls in her hand and caressing them almost reverently. Stopping to admire them as though to say. I have seen and savored your creative cream and know the latent power you have within you. He stood looking down at her as she caressed him, "mmm that feels so exciting and sexy." He murmured Mai-lee continued down to his feet. Putting her hand on the edge of the tub she stood. "Ah I'm glad it felt exciting for you." She said softly as she softly kissed his lips. Reaching around him she turned off the water, then She pulled the curtain back and stepped out of the tub. Roger followed her out of the bath. He grabbed a big bath towel and wrapped her in it. Rubbing it vigorously over her, he proceeded to dry her off. As he finished at her feet he stood up and said softly. " How does that feel sweet one?" wrapping the towel around himself. "Curl up in the soft sheets and you'll be asleep in no time." He said as he dried himself. "Mm that sounds like a great idea, don't you be to long coming to bed either, mm." She whispered as she sauntered out of the bathroom with a waggle of her fingers as she left. "I'll be with you shortly don't worry, I cant let you be all alone for too long." He said as he continued drying himself. Mai-lee opened the bag and got out the red baby doll outfit and slipped into it. She briefly looked at her reflection in the full mirror on the door. Very sexy and daring she thought as she drifted to the edge of the bed. She turned the lamp to low, and proceeded to slip in between the sheets and pull the up over herself. She turned and curled up. Lying on her left side. Roger shut the bathroom light off and padded into the bedroom, he glanced across at Mai-lee as he walked around the bottom of the bed. He turned out the light as he got into bed and sidled to where Mai-lee was curled up. He slipped an arm under her neck and across her warm chest. His other arm lay across her body at her waist; his hand drooped down over her tummy. Her body warmth was radiating away from her. The warmth was enticing to Roger and his erection was developing steadily between them. Its head just brushed against her as it stiffened and moved up and closer to his abdomen. She felt the passing and wriggled back and against it a bit more. "Mmm" she sighed sub audibly. Roger moved his hand to cup a warm scantily covered breast. Its nipple was firm in his palm. Her hand slowly came up to cover his hand. He raised his other arm slightly and moved it so his hand was able to touch the patch of fur above her love nest. Slowly he pressed her back against him. His erection was now pressing in between her butt cheeks. "Mmm" she sighed again. As he ran a finger over the small patch of pubic fur Mai-lee wriggled a bit. He curled a finger and slid his hand over her clit and all around it, slowly and softly around and around it. Moving down to touch her warm crinkly love lips. He gently rubbed them up and down, slowly pushing it in between them. Her hand pressed his hand onto her excited breast, scrunching it with her hand. Roger curled a second finger and slowly pushed them both into her cunt. It was hot and already wet. He slid them in further and then slowly withdrew them only to reinsert them and push them in deeper. "Mm that feels so good, please don't stop. Ooh up a bit, ooh yes that's it. Ohh mmm rrfff. She moaned as her hips moved from side to side Mai-lee moved to her right and rolled onto her back. She pushed her legs in a pedaling motion and kicked the duvet off of them. They were but just vague shadows in the room, lit only by the luminous glow of the radio on the bedside desk. "Bring me off lover, suck the life out of me. Turn my pussy into a river." As Mai-lee whispered a hand slid down Rogers's naked body and took him into her hand and stroked him tenderly. "I want to feel your tongue in my pussy. Lapping me up, suck and lick me dry." She almost pleaded with him. He rolled onto his side and supported himself on his arm. Dipping his head he put his lips on the fine material and sucked the warm firm breast eagerly into his mouth. "Rrrmmm that feels so good. Suck my tits, be my baby, mm, harder, suck harder. Mmmm oh baby mmmm that feels really sexy. I'll bring you off too. I want to suck you dry with my pussy. Her hips were wriggling and squirming more and more. Her excitement was turning into all out arousal. She pushed herself up and knelt over his chin and leaned back. She had one hand on one of his thighs while the other stroked his erection. Between his lips and fingers Mai-lee was becoming really aroused. Her hips writhing and thrusting forward, eeikk she shrieked, unable to suppress the sound that erupted from her lips. Her hips quivered and shook as her climax began and ran on and on. It came in a hot and slippery, creamy stream. It ran over Rogers's face partly filling his mouth and dribbling down onto the bed sheet. "Oh sweet one you are my champion." Mai-lee gasped and leaned forward. Wriggling her hips she sidled back over his chest and back to his rampant prick. Taking ii in her hand again she directed its head into her hot wet cunt and pressed down onto it. Putting her arms on either side of him she lower herself down onto him. All the exciting exertion had tired her out. It felt good to just relax her upper body against him, and rest. Her head pressed against his neck felt comforting and safe to her. Her champion was soothing her just with his presence. He had his arms around her and hugged her softly "You are very special to me." He said as he turned his head and kissed her ear softly. "Our love making is so strong and passionate. It is far more than just satisfying." Roger whispered. After a pause he said in a husky voice. "I wish I were a baby and could make love to your breasts and have your love milk." "That I would love to give you to. What a sexy thought." Mai-lee said as she pushed herself up off of his chest, till she was kneeling on his body. Slowly she rose up and lowered herself over him. Her movements increased in speed slowly. After a while she rolled off of him and he turned toward her and lifting her leg straight up he slid into her and as he held her leg he thrust into her faster and faster. Going in as far as he could, driving his prick into her hot and very wet cunt At one point he withdrew from her and with his hand he gently nuzzled her love bud with the head of his prick, as though to say we love you. Then he edged it down to her back door. "I don't think so lover." Mai-lee whispered as she ruffled his hair. Reinserting his prick he slowly made love to her slippery love nest. All of a sudden he was past the point of control and in a flurry of frantic movement shot wads of hot cum into her. Till there was no more left, he had pumped himself dry. Just a dribble was left and he was now played out. They were both tired out and curled up in each other's arms. Happy to let the love juices remain were ever. Pulling the covers up over them they fell into a contented peaceful sleep. Mai-lee stirred first, needing to pee. Her moving awoke Roger."Good morning beautiful." "Morning my love, I have to pee so bad." She slid out of the far side of the bed and ran to the bathroom. The clock radio indicated that it was 6.45 AM. The sun was already up. Roger walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain a bit. As he walked back toward the bed Mai-lee was coming out of the bathroom and walking toward him. This was the first he had really seen of her since their shower the evening before. He just stood and stared at her. The words just weren't there to describe the beautiful body he was looking at. She stopped and stood with a hand on a hip and her legs slightly apart. Her olive color behind the red lacey skimpy outfit was beauty beyond words. Other than to say, out and out sexy. Then he felt his prick reacting to what he was seeing. Her love lips were seductively protruding. And the rest of her love nest was all in view. "You are so beautiful, wow. I have to take a picture of you please." He said as he turned and got his cell out of his jeans. Holding it up he took a picture of her. Moving to her he showed her what she looked like. "Absolutely gorgeous." Was all he could say. He kissed her on the cheek. "I have to have a cold shower. Before I blowup." "I want a picture of you first, unless you want to blowup and then I'll take a picture. No that would be a waste, so stand still till I get my cell." As Mai-lee was getting her cell out of her bag Roger was standing with his back to the window. A hand wrapped around his full erection. Mai-lee turned and said, "Now that is really sexy but its it the shadow so come here and turn around." They changed places and she took the picture and showed him as well. "You are simply gorgeous as well lover. I'd love to go back to bed but mustn't. Otherwise we'll be late. You go shower and then I'll wash okay?" She said as she kissed him on the cheek and gave his erection a playful squeeze. After they showered and dressed they strolled to the breakfast nook and took their time choosing what to have. As they sat having their breakfast Mai-lee said softly. "Last night was like an erotic dream. And the look on your face this morning was so heart warming. I think I surprised you a bit eh?" "That's for sure. You looked so sensual; I could eat you all up. Oh man what a vision. You were and are absolutely adorable. That's all I can call it. The question is what do we say to Pat? " "I think we should tell her. Once again she said for us to be together. Right? I'm sure it's the way to go. I wonder if she will be at classes today or not. We'll tell her about being here but what about the pictures?" Mai-lee said quietly. "The pictures are part of our being here so I think we let her see us. I think she will get quite aroused at seeing them." "Yes I think she probably will, fuck this is like something out of a porn movie." Mai-lee whispered as she stroked his leg under the table. Finishing their meal they left and Roger drove to the mall and stopped near Starbucks. They went in and Roger got two coffees. "Do you come to the mall every lunch time?" Mai-lee asked Roger. Her foot was rubbing the side of his as they sat drinking their coffee. "No, mostly I stay at the campus. Just occasionally do I come here, why, what were you thinking?" He replied. His eyes said I'm interested. "If you come here during the lunch break I'd meet you and we could keep each other company." She said softly and after a short pause added. "Maybe take a stroll in the park if it's nice out." "It's an idea for sure, lets think on it maybe. The lunch break isn't really long enough to go to the park and get back in time. We would only be there for about 20 minutes and then we'd have to leave." Roger said. "Yes that's true. Well we could just meet here sometimes then." She replied. As she was speaking her cell buzzed. Hi sweetie how are you doing. I think I'm feeling a bit more normal today. When you have a moment I'd love to hear from you xxx. "It's Pat she says that she is feeling a bit better and wants to hear from me." "I'm glad she is feeing more like herself. Maybe I should text her." Roger said as he got out his cell. "Sure I bet she'd love to hear from you as well." Morning sweet girl I'm glad you are feeling better. Mai-lee and me are at Starbucks having a coffee. Hope to see you soon xxx R Hi Rog, how are you doing? It's nice to hear from you. Miss you a lot. Xxx I miss being with you a lot too; I guess I should be heading to classes. Can I do anything for you? Xx Would you let the office know that I'm sick and will be back in couple of days please. Sure thing. I can't wait to see you again. I miss you and love you. Take care. I'll leave you and Mai-lee, bye xxx R "Shall I see you later, up at the food court maybe?" "Okay that sounds like a nice idea. You behave yourself especially if you run into Rhonda, em." Mai-lee said with a chuckle. "I'll take that under advisement. See you later, bye." He replied as he got up from the table and picked up his coffee and left. Hi Ko'u likao pau how are you I miss you. I'm happy that you are feeling better. Is there anything I can get for you? No I don't think so thanks. Did Roger behave himself, Treated you right I hope. Yes he did, you have a real nice man and a terrific lover that knows how to treat a lady. So you think he is a good lover. He satisfied you He is really sexy isn't he? He sure is sexy. We made love and I slept like a baby. I have a couple of pictures, one I took and one Roger took sexy stuff. I so want your kali sweet girl. Xxxx Pictures I'd love to see them. You have my e-mail right. Go ahead and send them. I want you too. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall. I have to say I envy you and I guess I'm a little jealous; you can make it up to me in bed okay? I don't blame you sweetie. I would be too. Ok they are on the way to you as I write this. Being a fly wouldn't have been any good. Sorry. We stayed at the Howard Johnson hotel and the drapes don't let in any light the pictures were from when we got up this morning. Oh I am so lucky to have two great lovers. I'd better get going or I'll be late for work. I'll drop you a note later, love u xxxxxx Pat got her laptop and turned it on. When it finished booting she went to outlook express and opened it. It indicated that there was a message in the inbox. Opening it there was s short message from Mai-lee and then there were the pictures. You lucky girl Pat thought as she softly rubbed the front of her pj's. Both images were making her excited. She copied the pictures into her pictures folder then closed her e-mail and turned the computer off. Mai-lee was sitting in the food court eating the salad she had got along with a bottle of orange juice. "Hey there sweet girl. Can a stranger join you? " The voice of Roger came from behind her. He put a hand on her shoulder squeezing it playfully. "Hi Roger this is a very nice surprise. I didn't expect to see you till this evening. So how were your classes so far today? "Okay I guess. I had a problem concentrating though, last night kept coming back to excite me all over again." He replied with a flush on his cheeks. As he was speaking Mai-lees cell rang. "Hello... Hi dad this is a surprise. How are you and mum... when did it happen...how is she now...yes for sure. Look I've got a week's holiday owing to me. I'm going back to the store and speak to my manager and I'll be on my way home... no no that's ok. Tell mum to rest and I should be home in about 3 or 4 hours... I love you to dad, see you soon, bye...bye." "That didn't sound good is there anything I can do to help." Roger said as he put a hand on hers on the table. "It's my mum, she has had a bad turn. She has had asthma for several years now. Yesterday dad had to take to the hospital. She is at home now and has to rest completely for a while. So I'll go home and help dad." "I'm sorry to hear that. You said that you'd be home in about 3 hours. You mean you are going to drive home?" "Yes that's right it's not a bad drive. Why?" "No I can't let you do that. You go and see the manager and I'll wait here for you. I'm going to call the school office and say an emergency has occurred and I won't be in class. No problem. I'll follow you home and then drive you to your home. You shouldn't be driving that distance under the pressure you are under right now." "I can't let you do this Roger. You will have to drive back here afterwards and that's not fair." "If need be I'll find a motel on the way back or get a large black coffee. That will keep going. So off you go and I'll see you shortly. We'll be fine." "Are you really shore about this?" "Go, I'll be here shoo." He said as he waved his hand. Mai-lee came back she had tears in her eye's as she sat down. "What's the matter sweet one, what happened?" "The manager said that she couldn't give me my holidays on such short notice. So I quit. What a bitch." "Darn right. That is lousy, what a cow. Well sweet one there is no way that you are driving now. Lets get you home to get what you need and then get you to your mum and dad." Roger said as he stroked her arm warmly. " Thanks Roger, I owe you big time for this. Have you ever been to Drayville? You go through Praette and stay on the main highway all the way from there." "I drove through it once no twice but never stopped there. We'll be fine. Where are you parked?" "Four cars over from where you stopped this morning. I'll never forget last night. Oh I sent the pictures to Pat, to her e-mail account. I don't know if she has seen them yet or not. In a text she said that she was envious of us and just a bit jealous. But mainly envious." "She is a real sweet heart and I love her a lot, my problem is that I love you as well." Getting to his truck he said, "I'll follow you okay... yes...okay." As they got to the apartment block Roger pulled in behind Mai-lee. "I'll only be a couple of minutes." She said and crossed the road and entered the front doors. After several minutes she reappeared and crossed the road to his truck. Opening the passenger door she dropped the bag behind the seat and got in and slid across and sat close to Roger. She put her arm around his shoulder "Maybe I'll give Pat a call and let her know what's happening, what do you think?" "I think you have a great idea. She'd like to know about your mum for sure." Roger replied. Mai-lee got her cell out of her pocket and dialed Pats number. "Hi there sweet girl, how are you feeling... oh good...yeh it doesn't to let go... I've had better days... no, he's fine. Pat I am heading home and Roger is driving me home...mm...my mum had a bad turn with her asthma and dad needs some help... well that's where my day flew apart. I have a week of vacation owing to me but the manager said she couldn't give it to me at such short notice, so I quit I had no choice...mm. Roger. He was livid. That's when he said that he would drive me home... about 3 hours. We have a spare room so I'll make sure he stays tonight and heads home tomorrow. Pat wants to know will you come out to bring me back into town?" "Definitely. Pat can come with me as well." "Did you hear that Pat... if you want to, yes... no I'll look for something else when I come back. You will get a lot more hours now. You take them too... We'll be fine. You take care and get better. We'll see each other in a few days...okay you to." Mai-lee turned her cell off and stuck it back in her pocket. "Pat said that she is proud of your taking me home. She agrees that I shouldn't drive it alone at a time like this." "Would you like to stop in Praette and pick up a coffee maybe?" Roger asked her. "Lets keep going for now. There's a garage a ways further on with a diner. Maybe stop there for a break." "Okay that sounds like a better idea. Your mum will be okay Mai-lee. That kind of thing is scary for sure, she will be fine with a few days of rest. You take care of you as well. Your health is important as well, em!"