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Travelers

By: Moon Glade



This is the longest story, and most autobiographical, I have ever submitted. The story is actually a sexual travelogue that I hope to continue through several different countries and experiences that I am familiar with while developing the characters. Because of the length involved I have broken the story down into chapters, something I have not done in my previous stories. My intention is to give the reader some travel ideas wrapped into a good tale of sexual and personal exploration while dealing with the sex and its risks in today's world in a real manner. 

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It all began one Saturday afternoon in May when my husband Jeremy and I ran into a dejected Lucinda Orubixe in the travel department of Seattle's biggest book store.

Lucinda is a backpacker who supports her travel habit by teaching in the Seattle schools system as an elementary teacher. Jeremy and I do the same thing in the secondary school system of Seattle.

We first met Lucinda in Bilbao at The Guggenheim. Jeremy and I were on our way to Santiago de Compostela. It was the second summer that we had walked the ancient pilgrim route. The first summer we had started from le Puy-en-Velay and we were finally finishing the walk. I am not really big on hiking, but when you don't make a lot of money and you choose Europe to travel in it is about the only alternative to a Eurailpass. I had done that before, in fact that was how I met Jeremy for the second time and we both agreed that if you really want to see Europe trains just don't go to many of the most interesting places. Since car rental was more than we could really afford we decided to spend the last two summers walking through France and Spain. 

Lucinda was not going to Santiago. She was, in her words, "On a pilgrimage to The Oak."

When we asked what she was talking about she explained to us that her parents were Basque and that she spoke some of the language herself. When we asked if she had family in the area she told us that her parents were both orphaned on the 26th of April 1937 and that they came to America after they left the orphanage for a life as far from Franco as they could get. Lucinda could see that we were puzzled and she told us the story of how her grandparents on both sides went to the market that morning and one set of grandparents left a baby girl behind and the other set of grandparents left behind a baby boy. That morning Franco had a Nazi German air squadron bomb the market place and those two surviving orphans were her parents. 

"The name of their village was Gernika, you know it as Guernica from Picasso's painting." Lucinda told us as her voice began to break and then she said with contempt in her voice, "What kind of a world do we live in that Franco would be allowed to die a natural death in his old age?"

When I asked her what about the oak tree you are making a pilgrimage to? She answered, "The Gernika Oak was one of the places where the lords of Biscay came to swear that they would respect the privileges of the Basque people. What is left of the oak is in a small temple behind the Casa de Juntas and that is what I am going to see."

When we found out we were all teachers in Seattle we decided to do the tapas bars together before we all went on our separate pilgrimages. Lucinda was a lot of fun to go bar hopping with. When ever we entered into a bar we were glad that we had Jeremy with us because every man in every bar we went in would hungrily stare at us. Lucinda is five four and has jet black hair, beautiful white complexion and piercing blue eyes. She also has a dynamite body that exudes an earthy sexuality. She has a throaty laugh and a way of tossing her head back and her hair off her shoulders that always gets attention. That night in Bilbao we bought very few drinks and she fit into the tapas scene perfectly and knocked out the locals with her few words of Basque.

To be honest I guess that I turned my fair share of heads that night too. I won a few beauty contests in my late teens and early twenties that I entered for the scholarships. I am now 28 years old and I haven't put a pound on since my freshman year of college when I blossomed into the 34C-24-34 that I am today. I have often been told that I look like a young Cybille Shepard. I come from a Scandinavian background and I am your typical long legged blond and at five eight a little on the tall side while Lucinda is a little on the short side. Lucinda often tells me that the only ass she would ever trade for is mine and I laugh and tell her that she has a better bum than I do, but she just can't see it. When she told me that the same was true for me we both agreed that the only way to know was to ask a third party and Lucinda walked up to some poor guy on the street and said, "Which of us do you think has the best ass?" 

The guy turned red in embarrassment and finally said, "You are both so beautiful that I think anyone who would try and answer that question would make an ass of himself." And Lucinda laughed and gave his ass a squeeze and walked away. That sort of behavior was typical of Lucinda. She is one of the most honest and uninhibited women I have ever known.

Unfortunately Lucinda smokes like a chimney and although it doesn't limit her social life in Spain, we seldom invite her over as we and all of our friends are non-smokers. But we were always happy to meet up with her in the city in areas where, if she wanted to smoke she would have to pop outside. But even being in the same room with her the smell of nicotine and cigarettes would be so pervasive that it would stick to our clothes and hair and leave a sick taste on our tongues. 

We noticed immediately that she did not smell of cigarettes and that she was chewing gum at a furious rate. It was also evident that she was sad and depressed and when she said, "This is ridiculous, I feel a real sense of loss. I feel like I have been kindly and gently shot down by a lover and I just met him for the first time for lunch and besides that he is unattractive and old."

At that point we both said, "Lucinda, what the hell are you talking about?" and she handed us an ad that she had downloaded from a travel site on the internet that we all use.

The ad read:

"If you are interested in first class travel, accommodation in some of Europe's finest and most exclusive hotels and fine dining at Europe's greatest restaurants while touring Europe in the comfort of a new Mercedes Benz then you should consider my proposal. I am seeking an attractive female traveling companion in her late twenties to early thirties to share travel experiences with. If you are well educated and want to learn more about the world and yourself we can arrange to meet and establish our travel ground rules. If you are a smoker, vegetarian or teetotaler you need not apply. I am also willing to consider couples that meet the above requirements. I am an affluent, well traveled 60 year old single male who is conversant in several European languages and knows Europe quite well and would like to share that knowledge with a compatible companion or companions. I am not seeking any sexual contact, but I am a voyeur and would expect to be invited to observe your sexual liaisons and adventures."

I looked at Lucinda in disbelief and said, "You answered this ad?"

"Suze don't be so judgmental. I am sick of backpacking. My blisters have blisters. I am tired of being cold and wet whenever I travel. I often hook up with, and even sleep with, guys that I don't particularly care for in order to have some security on the road when I hitchhike."

"Ok, Ok," I answered, "But you are a chain smoker."

"Not since last night at 10:30 PM." She answered while furiously chewing her gum.

"You really think you can quit?" Jeremy interjected.

"I thought I could quit long enough to get through the interview and see if I could stand the guy, and if I could, maybe he would like me enough to not be bothered, or maybe I would like him enough to really give the damn things up."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He invited me to lunch at ‘Entre les Deux Ponts' and…"

"Wow, nice place to have lunch, the guy is a big spender!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"…and when I came into the lounge he was what I expected; an unattractive, overweight and bald sixty year old man, but I figured if nothing else it would be a free lunch. When he shook my hand he held it a little longer than normal and that gave me the creeps, but within seconds we were led away to our table and he put me at my ease and we ordered. When he discussed the wine choice with the wine steward I was very impressed when he noticed a wine from the smallest VDQS in France."

"What does that mean?" Jeremy asked.

"I didn't know either, but what impressed me was the way that impressed the wine steward, and you know how snobby that restaurant is and a few minutes later the owner himself came out and he knew the guy and called him by his first name and said that he knew immediately who the diner was because only one man in Seattle would recognize that wine."

"So what does BDOS stand for?" Jeremy asked again.

"It's VDQS and it stands for Vin Denomination Quality Superior," answered Lucinda with a degree of impatience in her voice.

"Jeremy, that's not important, let Lucinda tell us what happened." I said.

"After we ordered he smiled at me and the first thing he says is, "Lucinda how long has it been since your last cigarette?" I couldn't believe it! I had picked up the pants suit that morning from the dry cleaners and had shampooed my hair twice in the shower; my two nicotine patches were well hidden and I had spit out the gum just prior to entering the restaurant. An embarrassed silence hung over the table for what seemed like eternity and then I said in a shaking voice that I would leave now and he said don't be silly let's have a nice lunch together and get to know one another. After a few minutes we were laughing when he told me how he knew and I told him Sherlock Holmes did smoke a pipe you know."

"How did he know?" Jeremy asked.

"After he shook my hand he smelled his hand on the way back to our table. Then when we sat down the first thing he did was look at my right hand and he saw the nicotine stains on my fingers. He explained to me that he had never smoked and that it would just not be much fun for either of us to travel together and I have to admit the way I feel right now I am unfit for human companionship. I want a cigarette so bad I am ready to kill someone"

We both looked at her in astonishment; because it was now three in the afternoon and we had never seen Lucinda without a cigarette for longer than fifteen minutes!

"So what was he liked?" I asked.

"He was brainy and fun to be with. He has lived in five different European countries and speaks or can get by in Swedish, German, Italian and French. I liked him, he was open and totally honest with me and I think he liked me too except for the smoking thing. We had a good laugh when I said to him that at least I wasn't a vegetarian or a teetotaler."

"Yeah, what's the guy got against vegetarians?" asked Jeremy who had once tried to be a vegetarian for about a week before he decided that PETA should stand for People Eating Tasty Animals.

Lucinda laughed for the first time when she said, "I couldn't agree with him more. He said that most, if not all, vegetarians were a giant pain in the ass. It was not only difficult for them to find something to eat in a restaurant, but they always seem to have a self-righteous attitude around meat eaters. He told me that he likes pate de foie gras and with a good sauterne and doesn't want some self-righteous dip shit to ruin his enjoyment of either."

I remember now, only because Jeremy would remind me of it later, that I said, "Sounds like my kinda guy!"

That was when Lucinda handed me the copy of the ad she had downloaded and said, "You two would be perfect for him and I am sure you both would not mind traveling through a Europe that none of us would probably ever get to know otherwise."

"I don't think so." I answered.

"Send him an email and the worse thing that can happen is you two will get a free lunch." Lucinda answered returning to her cheeky self.

"She's right." My husband piped in taking the paper out of my hand.

Lucinda smiled ruefully and said, "You know, he's the first man I have ever tried to quit for, but I don't think I can do it, and even if I did, we both know I would relapse when we were on the road together." 

Later that evening when my husband told me that he had sent an email and we had a lunch date tomorrow I went ballistic.

I screamed at Jeremy, "What the hell were you thinking! You read that ad. The man is a pervert who wants to watch us fuck! Do you want to whore out our sex life so that we can travel around Europe in comfort?"

Jeremy floored me when he said, "Why not? Its not like we haven't had an audience before and you not only didn't seem to mind that audience you were more than willing to…"

"That never would have happened if you had not engineered the whole thing and I am beginning to think you did so to insure that you would be warm and dry…." I began to retort before he cut me off.

"You seem to forget that you were warm and dry too." Jeremy sneered.

"Yes, I was but we sure did not have to have sex that night with him on the other side of me." I shouted back at him.

"You did not seem to mind sharing yourself with him and you were very eager to show him your special talent weren't you?" My husband said hitting below the belt.

"At least he was willing to please me in the same way and that is more than I can say for you." I said that to my husband knowing that we were now fighting on very dangerous ground. 

Jeremy then said, "Its not like you are miss purity, I may not have been one of the in crowd on campus, but I knew about your reputation."

"It was only a reputation Jeremy, you were the first man I ever slept with and you know it!" I said to him as my voice began to shake and my eyes began to fill with tears.

"Yes, but I wasn't the last was I?" He said going too far and damaging our marriage irreparably.

    …

I did have a reputation in college and I have to admit I should not have been so innocent as to think that the stories that circulated about me would not become widely exaggerated.

I know it may sound conceited, but I was the best looking girl in my high school but I was pretty shy and did not start dating anyone seriously until my senior year. Tom and I became high school sweethearts, but other than some pretty heavy petting I would not let things progress as far as Tom would have liked. One night the summer after we graduated things progressed to the point that I had his penis in my hand and he begged me to masturbate him until he came all over us and the car making a real mess. It was a miracle that we cleaned ourselves and the car up enough to not be found out by our parents. 

The next night he wanted me to do the same and I have to admit I loved having his silky hardness in my hand and found it very erotic to have that kind of power and control over him as he squirmed under my ministrations. But when he began to groan that he was going to cum I got panicked about making a mess again and decided to give into my desire and curiosity about what it would be like and what it would taste like if he came in my mouth. I knew I had to do something or we would make another mess of ourselves and his parents' car as well. When I lowered my head and engulfed the head of his penis in my mouth we both moaned in pleasure. I loved the slightly salty taste of his precum and the hard yet soft silky feeling of his cock in my mouth, but most of all I loved the effect I was having on him and I began to suck harder and harder on his penis as his hips began to push more and more of himself into my virgin mouth.

When he came he was shouting, "Oh God I love you so much Suze" over and over again and that was something he had never said to me before.

After that fellatio became an almost nightly occurrence for us. Tom was content with being orally satisfied and no longer pressured me to have intercourse with him and our relationship became stronger because we were both satisfied with the situation. I loved the feeling of power fellatio gave me. I was totally in control and I enjoyed it. Tom became devoted to me in everyway and I started experimenting on ways to improve my technique that drove him wild. I gradually became more and more sophisticated in my approach. 

I loved it when we would go into the country on picnics because it was impossible to make eye contact with him when I had him in my mouth in the car and I loved looking into his eyes and at his expression of pure awe and gratitude as I pleased him with my now very experienced and hungry mouth. I became very adept at what I learned later was called ‘deep throating' and I would often vary what I would do when Tom would find his release in my mouth. 

Sometimes I would pull back until I just had the very tip of his penis in my mouth as he ejaculated and I would look up into his eyes as I held him daintily between my thumb and index finger as he shot more and more cum into my mouth. Sometimes I would be unable to look into his eyes because I would have every inch of him totally in my mouth and my nose would be pressed right against his pubic bone. I would sometimes time perfectly when his first ejaculate was surging through his loins and would pull my mouth back a few inches and hold my mouth open in greedy expectation. I use to love the look on his face when I did that and the feeling of being able to absolutely control him and the situation gave me such a tremendous feeling of exultation.

My first year of college we emailed each other daily and I turned down every invitation I got until I was considered a stuck-up snob who was in love with her own good looks. And then as time went on Tom would take longer and longer to answer my emails and the next summer I was not surprised when he told me he had met someone else and we broke up.

My sophomore year I decided to try and change the unfair image that everyone had of me and during rush week I accepted an invitation to a toga party. Darrel was a junior studying political science. He was well known and well liked on campus and was the president of his fraternity. Darrel was considered a real ‘catch' and I was told by my roommates in the dorm that his fraternity's toga parties were pretty wild affairs. I was excited about the invitation, but I decided in advance that I was not ready to sleep with him if that was what it took to get a second date.

The night of the toga party I was amazed at what was going on around me in the dimly lit room. Darrel kept trying to get me out of my toga and by the end of the party we were a little out of sorts with one another from his constant, but unsuccessful attempts to seduce me. On the way home Darrel asked me, "Are you always such a prude, or is it just me?"

"I'm no prude." I answered defensively and when he said, "Yeah sure," with a smirk on his face, I am not sure what came over me, but in a fit of pique I reached across the seat and unzipped his fly and as he drove down the highway I went down on him with every bit of expertise I knew. He finally had to pull the car over into a supermarket parking lot to keep from crashing. When I felt him pulsing into my mouth with his hands on the back of my head I smiled to myself, or tried to with my lips still wrapped around his still pulsing penis.

I kept him in my mouth until he had totally deflated and then I began what I called ‘making a rubber band hard'. It took sometime, but soon Darrel was flopping around on the seat like a fish out of water and when I could tell he was getting close to the point of no return I pulled my mouth free of him with a popping sound and brought my face up to his and said, "Do you still think I'm a prude?" And licked my upper and lower lips with my tongue.


Travelers



It was a long deserted stretch of highway, miles and miles of nothing. Susan pulled off the interstate for gas. The gas station was there just off the off ramp, and a sign pointed to a town, but there was nothing else in sight. She pulled up to the pumps, and got out. A wave of hot dry dusty air rolled over her as she started filling her tank. Her attention was drawn to an old beat up truck, and a young couple arguing, just across from her. 

The young man was yelling at the girl, " Fine bitch! If that's the way you want it!" The angry boy threw an old beat up duffle bag out of the truck. The girl, almost knocked over by it, regained her feet.

"Asshole! Good bye!" she yelled back, as the man stated the truck and drove off, leaving her standing there, in the blowing dust. "Shit" she said, and picked up the duffle, walking over to the door of the gas station and sitting down on an old beat up bench there.

Susan's gas pump shut off, and she put the hose back up on the pump, and got her purse, walking to the door. "Are you ok, honey?" she asked the girl.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be fine. Thanks." The girl replied back, staring off into the distance, at nothing.

Susan started to say more, then decided not to, and went in to settle the bill, and find a cold drink. Her eyes took one last glance at the girl there, in her cut off denim shorts and tied off shirt. She looked dusty, miserable, hot and sweaty.

Susan stepped inside the station, and found a cooler with bottled water and soda's. She grabbed a bottle of water, then tilted her head, thoughtful like, and picked out a second one. She paid her bill to the old man behind the counter, absorbed in a magazine, and walked back out the door. She stopped again by the girl, and reached down with one of the water's. "You look like you could stand a cold drink," she told her, as the girl looked up at her inquiringly.

"Uh...yeah, thanks, but you don't have to...I mean...oh, hell. Thanks." She took the offered bottle and uncapped it, taking a long deep drink of the water. 

Susan held out a hand, " I'm Susan. Are you sure you are ok?"

"Oh. Yeah, I guess. I don't know. That asshole. Oh, I'm Lori. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the water and everything." Lori looked up at the woman. Susan was dressed casually, in snug but not tight shorts, dark blue denim and a white cotton top. She had longish reddish hair, sunglasses and a nice smile. She was also quite pretty, sunglasses pushed up on her head. Lori felt plain in her cutoffs, and old shirt, tied up under her boobs in the heat, her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. A trickle of sweat running down her back made her shiver, despite the heat.

Susan asked " Is there anything I can do to help? Someone you can call? Can I give you a lift to town or anything?"

"That's really nice of you, but I'll be ok , I guess. I'll catch a bus or something."

"Well....let's find out when the bus comes through then."

The old man inside looked surprised. "Bus? Aint no bus stops round here for miles. You have to go into Silverton for that."

"How far is that?" Susan asked him, before the girl could.

"Oh, takes about four hours. It's up the state highway a ways. Sorry"

Susan and Lori went back outside. "Well Hun, you can't sit here...why don't you let me give you a ride? It's really no trouble, I'm not in a big hurry or anything. Where is it you are trying to get to, other than just the bus?" Susan asked with a nice smile, trying to put Lori at ease.

"Gosh...that's nice of you, but you don't know anything about me or anything. I could be some total wacko or something."

"Or I could be, is that what you mean?"

"Oh, no...That's not what I meant. You seem nice and normal enough. I just don't want to put you out or anything. Maybe dipshit will be back after he cools off some. He is just mad, he never wanted to go to Seattle anyway."

"Oh, Seattle...is that where you are headed? That's where I am going. Working vacation. Look...why don't you just ride with me, I would be glad for the company. To tell the truth, I don't like traveling alone anyway." Susan was still smiling at the girl, persuasively.

"Oh...I couldn't let you do that. I'll make do somehow." Lori resisted.

"Look, I'm just offering. No strings. If nothing else, I can get you somewhere you can catch that bus. But really...it will save you money, you can help drive and all. Keep me company." Susan offered.

At the mention of money, Lori looked down, realizing she didn't have a lot of that . This lady seemed ok, she just didn't like taking help this way. But Kyle was miles away, probably going back home by now, and all things being equal, it was probably a good thing. It had been a rocky road lately, and , well...maybe this was for the best.

"Well...are you sure it's really no trouble? I uh...I don't have a lot of money, but you have to let me pay something" Lori said.

"It's no trouble at all. Let's get going. We'll worry about it later"

They put Lori's beat up bag in the trunk, and off they went. The chill air-conditioning of the car felt good after the dusty heat, and the cold blast of air made both shiver. Four nipples perked up, with Susan's showing quite plainly thru her white top. The girl and woman laughed and talked as they drove down the empty highway, Lori telling Susan about Kyle, about what an asshole he was. Lori told Susan how her parents had split up some years back, and she couldn't go to either of them for anything now. "Dad says I'm too old to be coming to him for money; that he was on his own at by the time he was 17 and never had a hand from anyone, and here I am almost 20 and still mooching. Mom just doesn't have it, and she is too busy with her life anyway. I've got a cousin out in Seattle, who thinks she can get me a job where she works, so ...Kyle and I took off. He never really wanted to go, he would rather just lie around and be a bum, get drunk and high. He'll never grow up. I guess I'm better without him, before we had kids or anything. Really I think it's been over for us for a long time, but we stayed together, just going through the motions."

Susan listened, letting the girl talk and get it out of her system. She cluck-clucked occasionally, adding her support and understanding. She told Lori she knew about going through the motions, how she and her ex-husband had stayed together a while doing the same. "In the end, we parted as friends, realizing we just grew up and apart, married too young. He has his life now, and I have mine."

The miles grew into hours as the road rolled by, and the sun was sinking lower in the west. Lori had begun to wind down some , and Susan realized she must be tired. She wondered if the girl had any decent rest lately, since the couple of them had not had much money. The poor kid probably hadn't.

Susan stretched behind the wheel. "I think I'll find a spot to crash for the night. There is a town up ahead, a good long shower and a bed is in order."

Lori, thinking of her meager funds, wondered if she could possibly afford the kind of motel this woman would be accustomed to staying in, and how she could bring the subject up. The idea of staying in a bed, instead of sleeping in the truck was very appealing, and a real shower, not a truck stop locker room, was enough to make her want to cry. But there was no way she could afford anything more than the dirt cheapest motel. She shifted in her seat, wondering how she could tell Susan to just drop her off, and she would catch that bus now. She hated to act ungrateful, Susan was so nice and everything.

Before Lori could say anything, Susan spoke up again, " Oh...by the way...my gas and rooms and all are on an expense account, so I don't want to hear any argument about it. Only thing is, we'll have to take a double room. I can fudge that, but I wouldn't be able to explain two rooms . So don't worry, and I wont take no for an answer."

Relief washed over Lori. She really wanted a shower, and she really didn't want to take a bus. She smiled to herself, then wondered how she would ever be able to repay and thank this stranger. She offered to buy supper... " As long as you don't mind, like pizza or something."

"I love pizza. And we can probably get it delivered and wouldn't even have to go out. After all this driving, I could stand to just kick back and relax. I bet you could too."

"Ok, then. It's a deal"

Susan found a nice, medium motel, not too fancy, but not a cheapie, right off the interstate, and checked them in. A big double room, two queen beds, all the usual stuff. There was a gas station right across, and she picked up beer before they went to the room. Lori was too shocked that this classy lady drank beer to protest anymore. Her only worry was her lack of any kind of pajamas or nightgown, since she always slept raw. Well, panties and a t shirt or something would have to do.

Susan kicked off her shoes as soon as they were in the room, and stretched. She put the beer in the tiny refrigerator, after cracking one open for herself, and offering one to Lori. " Maybe in a while" Lori had said. Susan took a long drink of beer, and told Lori she could have first crack at the shower, as long as you let me go pee first!

Both women giggled , and Susan went in and relieved herself, not quite pushing the door all the way shut. Lori dug into her duffle for clean clothes, and found a t shirt that would be long enough to serve as a nightie, maybe. She got out clean panties and a pair of loose baggy shorts to wear till bedtime. After Susan came out , she went to shower, luxuriating in the warm clean shower, and getting clean.

Susan relaxed on the bed, flipping channels on the TV, listening to the running water in the next room. She liked this young girl a lot, and was hoping she would be ok. She also took a moment to rearrange things in her suitcase, putting her "special toys" on the bottom. Lori was young, and might be shocked at the vibrators and things. Susan figured she would have to hold off on pleasing herself, maybe just a quick one in the shower or something. She could take proper care of her needs , once she got the girl safely to her cousin in Seattle. She fetched out clean clothes to wear after her shower, laying them on top of the suitcase, and went back to her beer.

Under the warm shower, Lori was lost in the lovely feel of getting clean. Things would be ok, she decided. Her soapy hands running up and down her tummy, over her breasts, down again...she lost touch with her surroundings, and began to do what she had done in the shower, since she was twelve. Her hands played softly over her body, teasing what lay under the soft light brown curls, he fingertip sliding smoothly between the folds . She tried to conjure up an image in her mind of Kyle in the shower with her, taking her, his long strong cock buried in her folds, but she couldn't. The picture that came to her mind wasn't that of Kyle, but of Susan, and her hands, lovingly caressing , her breasts pressed firmly to her own, kissing as hands found pussies. Lori stopped, jerking back to reality. God where had that come from? Susan had said or done nothing to give the impression that she was interested . In her one experience with another girl, Lori really had no experience in judging whether a woman was bisexual or lesbian. She had her fantasies about different women. She giggled to herself under the shower. Well, if Susan was, that would certainly be ok. She was damned good looking. Lori had noticed that right off the start. Maybe she could think of a way to bring it up, without sounding weird. Lori did know one thing for sure about it. That one time, had been the best sex she had ever had. Cock was great, but it was always over so fast. She got satisfaction from it usually, but wanted something more than just being hammered and filled up. And Kyle could lick pussy worth having him do it, no matter how she tried to subtlely coach him. God, this wasn't helping, not now. Lori felt like hr nipples were going to burst, and her pussy was on fire. She looked at the shower curtain, wondering what Susan was doing out in the room. Hell with it, it couldn't hurt. She began to picture Susan, and wondered what she looked like naked. Her hand went back to her slippery box, rubbing softly over her clit. Was she shaved smooth? Did she have a bush the same color as her reddish hair? She knew she had nice boobs, and when her nipples had stuck out, they looked nice, medium sized. She thought of Susan's red head, between her thighs, fingers and tongue working passionately. Lori's other hand slid down from her tits, skirting her fingers as they diddled her clit, and she sunk a finger, then two into her tight pussy. She worked her clit with one hand, and fingered herself with the other, slow and deep. She moaned. Biting her lip, she worked, swaying softly, leaning into the wall. Her breath quickened. Yes, soon...so soon. She thought of her fingers, coiled in Susan's longish hair, pulling her mouth tighter, how her hips would buck and push up. Her fingertip was moving faster back and forth over her swollen clit now, like a tongue. She bit off a squeal as the feelings grew to a burst. Her orgasm crashed down over her in waves of intense pleasure.

Lori smiled softly, to herself, as she washed. That had been good. So good.

Susan idled on the bed, waiting. It felt good to stretch out and relax. She thought to herself, Lori must really be enjoying the shower. It always felt good. That old truck she had been in probably wasn't air conditioned. The poor dear; been there and done that Susan thought. Thank God for a good job and the money to not have to do it again. It hadn't been easy, getting to this point though. But hard work had paid off. She heard the shower stop. Her mind wondered to what the girl looked like, naked and wet. That long blondish hair, streaming down. Susan sat up, shocked at herself. Where had that idea come form? Sure, Lori was attractive, but what brought that thought on? One female lover in her life hardly made Susan ready to call herself lesbian. Janice had been sweet and kind and understanding, and what an education Susan had got from her. Besides, there had been several men since then. Ok, so it was Janice that had taken her higher than any man managed. Bi-sexual, that's what you are Susie, she told herself. But that's no reason to go wanting every young girl you see. Oh really, she argued to herself, then why do you think about girls as often as you do about men when you get those toys out? Susan laughed to herself, shaking her head, at deciding she was what she was, and to be happy with it. Still, hands off. Lori has had a rough time. Fantasize all you want, girl, but no hanky panky.

Unless Lori started it, right?

Right.

"Feel better? Good shower?" Susan asked.

Lori blushed a little, her hair up under the towel, another towel wrapped around her. No she couldn't have guessed. "Yes, great to be clean. Susan, I really can't thank you enough for all you are doing."

"Don't mention it honey, I'm glad I can help. My turn to shower though, its going to feel good" Susan said with a smile.

As Susan went into the bathroom, Lori felt her cheeks burning, as she pictured Susan "showering" the same way she just had. She unwound her towels to dress, and was caught naked as Susan came back out, to get her things from the suitcase. "Probably be better if I had this stuff," Susan said. Blushing and naked, Lori only giggled. For the briefest of moments, she thought Susan was checking her out, but that was probably just her imagination. Susan went back into the bathroom, and Lori dressed, getting one of the beers from the little fridge. She heard the shower start running, then the door opened up a crack again, and Susan stuck her head out. Lori got a glimpse of Susan's nude body thru the crack, not enough to satisfy her curiosity of what the woman looked like nude, but enough to entice her. "Do you want to go ahead and order the pizza? I'll eat anything except mushrooms or anchovies."

"Oh sure, ok." Lori replied.

Susan smiled and shut the door. Wow, the girl had some body on her. High, firm tits, cute butt. Pretty little bush, the same color as her hair. Susan glanced at herself in the mirror. Ok so you aren't so bad yourself Suzie. Those are some nice jugs girl. She turned, looking over her shoulder. Ass is still good and firm. Turning back around, she admired the deep red fur, carefully closely trimmed, that sat above her largish pinkish lips. She noticed a little stubble, as she ran her fingers over it, and took her razor out, and into the shower with her. As she showered, she lingered over each part of her body, stopping to fondle herself, lost in self love, as she had been for so long. The razor felt good on her flesh, she always loved that feeling, as the stubble around her pussy lips was removed. Legs and underarms were fine; she had just done them yesterday. Odd, she hadn't taken the time to groom her joy, she thought to herself. She rinsed away the last few clinging bits of hair. Almost business like, she worked her fingers across her clit, swollen now, and tingling. She mm mm'ed to herself, and with the ease of long practice, slowly, easily brought herself to the brink of orgasm quickly. There she lingered, enjoying the feeling, before sliding her fingers into her tunnel, letting her thumb work on her clit. She smiled to herself as her other hand reached, and found, her tiny rosebud. She tickled herself softly there, letting the sensory overload of having both holes teased at the same time take her away. Having her asshole teased had been something her ex-husband had taught her to enjoy, his deft hands sliding under her each time they made love. She had always been one to be very, very wet, and her juices would always slick her there. His finger would slowly tease and tickle, then finally enter, and work in the rhythm of his cock. It never failed. She moaned softly, forcing herself to keep quiet, and shivered as the soft strings of orgasm got even closer. She let go. The first was a gentle wave of feeling, warmth all thru. Her fingers moved faster with it, as the second came crashing down, harder, making her shake. Her hand fairly danced, quickly now, bringing wave after wave of pleasure. Little squeaks and squeals were covered up by the sound of the water. Her fingers searched deeper in herself, and a surprising third came on her hard and sudden. She felt herself clench and tighten, as this intense orgasm racked her body with spasms.

She slowed and calmed. Her body tingled as she washed; her legs a little shaky. Masturbation was truly a wonderful thing.

Munching pizza, drinking beer, the women relaxed. The room had a small table, they at it, watching the TV. Susan thought Lori looked great, the fresh scrubbed look, with no makeup, suited her. Susan leafed through a guide of the services the place offered. "Hey, this place has a jacuzzi." she noted, "just the thing after a long drive. Got a swimsuit with you?"

"Well, I have an old one, "Lori replied. "I have never been in a jacuzzi before though."

"Oh, you will love it. Very good for tired muscles. Makes you feel great."

"Well, ok, if you say it's good. I'll try it"

They finished eating, and their beers, relaxed and quiet. Susan dug her suit carefully out of her suitcase, because it was right with the toys. Lori got hers out of her duffle. Neither was watching the other and the bumped heading for the bathroom to change. They laughed, and did an after you, no after you dance. Lori finally went in to slip into her little two piece suit, while Susan stayed in the open room, and was stripping to get into hers. Susan didn't blush, when Lori came out quicker than expected, her body packed into the "old one" which was about a size too small in each direction. Susan was pulling her suit on, and Lori got a good look now, at her new friend's naked body, and was impressed. Grabbing towels, the giggled their way off to the jacuzzi.




Travelers



The tub was thankfully deserted, a few families in the pool over there, kids splashing and having a good time. Susan sunk herself into the bubbling hot water with a sigh. Lori lowered herself a little slowly, not knowing what to expect. "Oh wow...this really is great!" she said. Susan leaned back in the tub, eyes half closed, and made a long reach to turn the jets and timer to full. The water rolled and bubbled. Lori sat now, leaned back, and found herself pulsed by water from every direction, but noticeably, one strong jet, hitting her right between the thighs. She looked down and saw that it was impossible to see into the water, and opened her legs. The water was heavenly, pulsing along her body, hitting her pussy. She smiled.

"Like it?" Susan asked. Lori giggled a yes, and flushed a little, almost ashamed. The jets worked magic and both women were soon very relaxed. Lori loved the jet of water spraying up her open legs and dancing on her pussy. She found herself floating on the edge of a dreamy long orgasm and reluctantly fought the feeling down. It wouldn't do to cum right here; Susan would think she was some kind of pervert or something. Susan was also enjoying the tingling feel of the jets, hitting her from all points. She thought of scooting around to see if she could find one in just the right spot, but figured that it wouldn't be a good idea. Eventually, the timer ticked off, and the water returned to softly bubbling. Lori, nearly pouting, asked for more, but Susan, having experienced the numb feeling of staying in too long before told her it wasn't a good idea. "Your body turns to jelly and you can't move," she explained. Neither of them wanted to share the pool with the splashing kids, so they went back to the room, glowing. Lori's boobs jiggled in her too small top, and her nipples stretched the fabric tighter. 

Back in the room, dried off, Susan slipped into the only nightgown she had with her, a little light green satin babydoll with matching thong panties. Lori, changed into the longish T, and white panties, which were sheer enough, her soft pussy hair could be seen thru them plainly. She thought about changing, but decided that would be overly modest. They lay on the beds, watching TV. Lori's earlier tiredness was gone, her body recharged in the shower. She was very relaxed and mellow though, the jacuzzi and beer having done that. She snuck the occasional peek at Susan, who was just gorgeous in that nightie. Flipping the channels, Lori found the pay for view channels. "Oh that's cool, they even have adult movies on it," she stated without really thinking about it

"Want to watch one?" Susan giggled.

Lori blushed, "Well, only if you do." Susan got to more beers and her credit card. She handed Lori a beer and got the movie going. She shut off the light, and lay back watching. Lori would giggle now and then, and Susan laughed outright at some of the scenes. It got very quiet in the room, as the scene shifted to a girl on girl scene. Out of the corner of her eye, Susan noted Lori was paying rapt attention to the movie. Susan, watched the show as carefully, and didn't see Lori, sneaking a peek at her as well. Susan wanted so bad to kick back and rub as she watched, as the two women on the screen wildly made love to each other. She felt the telltale trickle of juice seeping out of her hot pussy and shivered.

Lori couldn't believe she was doing this. She was in a room, with a woman she had only just met, watching porn. She was glad of the dark, so Susan couldn't see her blushing. She watched the dark haired woman on the screen sucking greedily on the blonde's fake boobs, and her nipples grew rock hard. Her pussy spasmed, still warm and happy from the jacuzzi, and she was afraid she had a big wet spot on the sheer panties. This was probably not the brightest idea she had ever had, to watch porn.

Susan fought down the urge to squirm. Her pussy was on fire, her nipples so swollen they ached. If this kept up, she would have to take another shower, and relieve the sexual tension. Finally, thankfully, the scene was over. The movie now showed a hung young man, having one of the two girls from the previous scene, and having her hard. It switched to her greedily sucking his big cock, and then he covered her face in his spunk. Susan peeked over and saw Lori crinkle up her nose at that. Lori went "ewwwwwwww" and both women laughed. "Why waste it like that?" Lori asked, and giggled.

"Right," Susan agreed, "Much better places to put it" and she laughed with the girl. The movie ended. Lori asked Susan if she thought that that stuff really happened in real life. 

"Not to me, not like that. Dammit" Susan joked. Lori laughed with her and they both agreed that all the men had been photographed with some kind of trick photography, and most of the women had fake boobs.

"Too bad they can't all be built like you." Lori pointed out. Now, Susan blushed deeply. "Oh. I mean. Well, you have a great figure Susan. You know what I mean." Lori stammered out.

"Well, thank you. I was thinking you have a better one, though."

"Oh, not me. You have perfect boobs...Uhm...Ok, that doesn't sound right."

Susan laughed, and pointed out Lori had a fine set herself. "When you get older, you won't them as big as this."

Lori asked "If you don't mind...how old are you Susan?"

"I'm almost 35"

"Well, that's not old, not at all. And you don't even look that old."

"Well thank you honey. But after 28, gravity starts pulling you down. It could be worse. I could have been really big, like that one gal was. Then they would hang down. She had to have been at least a 40. These are at least a nice normal 36."

Lori laughed, "Well, I've got a ways to go yet, I'm 21. And these," she took her hands and made thumbs to her chest, "are 34 b cups"

"That's a good size, I think. You look good Hun."

"Oh, well....thanks. You are really lots prettier than I am though"

Susan smiled, "Hey, we are both just drop dead gorgeous women. Who could resist us?"

Laughing and smiling, Lori said, "Not me. I couldn't resist us. I mean... uhm... What do I mean? You know what I mean."

Susan leaned back into her pillow, propped up against the headboard. "Another movie?" she asked, and then almost choked when she realized what she had said. There was no way she could take another one, not in her current state. With great luck, she might be able to sleep.

Lori, bit her lip. She really wanted to see more, but knew she wouldn't be able to stand it. She was horny as hell now. Even asshole rotten lover Kyle would be welcome. "Well, I don't know...if you want one I guess."

"Tired, want to go to sleep?" Susan was a little relieved.

Lori shrugged a little. "I'm ok. Tired, but not tired, you know? It's ok if you want to watch one or whatever." She sipped her beer. She knew she was getting a little tipsy from the beer, but was ok, a long way from being drunk. She did have to pee though, and said so. "Beer, you know how it is."

Susan watched the girl climb off her bed, and noticed that the t shirt didn't quite cover her very well. That really is a nice butt, Susan though, and came close to saying it. Lori disappeared into the bath, and Susan set out the last two beers on the stand between the beds.

In the bathroom, Lori flipped on the light and looked at herself in the mirror before sitting down. She bit her lip as she saw, that she had indeed, soaked thru the front of her panties. No way would the shirt stretch down to hide it either. Her nipples poked at the light cotton of the shirt, making quotes around the lettering on it, that said "oh yeah?"

She peeled the panties down as she sat to pee, and decided there was nothing she could do about it. It was darker out there, maybe Susan wouldn't notice anyway. Worse comes to worse, I'll just admit the movie made me horny. She will understand.

Susan was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. "My turn" she said, as Lori came out. Susan went in and shut the door. She leaned on the sink, willing her body under control. The feel of the satin on her nipples was driving her crazy; the tiny panties were soaked through. She told herself, NO, and peed.

Lori, had sat down on the bed, she looked at the beer sitting there, and took a long pull. As she sat the bottle back down, she accidentally bumped it, and it spilled out shooting beer and foam across her bed, just as Susan came out. Lori was aghast at her clumsiness, and began to apologize. "No use crying over spilt beer. But wet sheets are another matter." Susan didn't seem to be upset, but preoccupied with something. "We can call for dry sheets, or share the other bed, she said with a shrug."

Susan didn't know which the better idea was. One put the cat, or the pussy, to close to the canary. The other was just a plain nuisance.

Lori caught her breath. She was too inexperienced with hotels to know if they would make her pay for the sheets, and maybe ruining the bed. She was also worried that she might just do something stupid, like attacking the beautiful Susan for sex. It came down to what she could pay, as to whether or not she could control her urges. She thought she could control it. She told Susan she didn't want to bother anyone, but she better strip the bed, so it wouldn't soak thru. "Ok then, you strip and I'll watch," Susan joked. Both giggled, and Lori made a show of dancing like a stripper, and without thinking it through, pulling her top up almost to her tits.

Susan looked down, giggling, and her eyes lit on the soaked through crotch of Lori's sheer panties. Oh my God, was all she could think to herself. Lori quickly stripped off the covers of the other bed, then both lay down in Susan's, now under the covers. Susan was nearly trembling. Lori was blushing scarlet in the dark, the only light , from the TV. Both were quiet, watching TV. 

Lori lay back, looking at Susan, wondering. She snapped her head back around, as Susan started to turn a little. "I'm going to hit the sleep timer on it, ok? Or would rather I just turn it off now?" Susan asked.

Lori thought to herself, I wish you could do something to turn me off, I'm running like a river down here. "No, that's fine, go ahead and turn it off."

In the darkness, Susan cooed a soft goodnight to Lori, and Lori returned "Don't let the bedbugs bite ya"

Susan giggled, and said, "What about a nibble?"

Lori, just smiled and said back, "That's different nibbling is good. Nothing like a good night nibbling."

Amazing what a few beers do to your inhibitions.

Susan squirmed, trying to get comfortable. She brushed against Lori, under the covers. "Oops."

Lori wiggled and giggled, " Just like a sleep over. Want to play truth or dare?"

"Truth," Susan said, smiling in the dark.

"Oh. .uhm..." Lori thought to herself, what do I ask, "...uhm....shoot. You ask something."

Without thinking about the consequences, Susan spoke "Did the movie make you as horny as it did me?"

Lori nearly jerked up in bed laughing. "Does it show that much? You probably think I'm pervy or something."

Susan giggled, "No I don't think so at all. I said, 'as horny as it made me'. I want to play so bad I can taste it! Now you probably think I'm the pervy one"

"Oh, no! There isn't anything wrong with it, I love doing it."

Both girls giggled, "You go first," Susan said.

"What, here, now?" Lori asked, stunned.

"Sure, I DARE you!"

"But I took truth!" This made Susan laugh and shake. She ended up closer to Lori, who was in a laughing fit of her own.

"OK, ok...I'll do it if you will," Lori said, thinking this was more like a sleepover than ever. Susan didn't care anymore She wanted this, and if this was what it took to get it, so be it. It had been too long. She curled up under the covers and slipped her panties off, then tossed them across the room. Lori let out a whoop, the peeled hers down. She twirled them off her finger and let fly.

"Oh, god...this feels good," Susan moaned, as her fingers began to gently ply her tortured flesh. "I've never done it like this before, with someone," she fibbed.

"God...I know what you mean. You should feel how wet I am."

Susan's hand snaked across Lori's thigh. Lori stiffened, drawing a breath. " I should? Ok."

Lori trembled as Susan's hand gently plied her soft wet flesh. "Yes, you sure are wet." Susan's fingers left Lori's mound and rested on her thigh.

Breathlessly, Lori whispered, "Well...don't ...stop...there."

Susan leaned over Lori, "Are you sure?"

Lori reached up to kiss her, and whispered, "I'm very sure. I want you Susan" Lori slowly peeled her t shirt up and off, dropping it beside the bed.

Lips on soft lips, fingers on soft warm flesh, they kissed. Susan fingers plied slowly over Lori's tender flesh, rubbing softly. Lori reached out, and touched Susan, more hurriedly, more insistent. Their lips locked together, tongues twining with each others, softly moaning. Lori's hips began to move in time with Susan's fingers, up and down, back and forth. Susan felt Lori's fingers, slipping up and down her dripping slit, she parted her legs further, driven higher in passion than before. She fervently hoped this was not just beer boldness.

Susan began to kiss and nibble on Lori's neck, making the girl whimper and quietly squeal. Susan kept the gentle rubbing going, making Lori wetter and wetter, as her tortured sweet flesh was teased. Lori's legs spread wider open, the two were tangled in each other. Susan's mouth worked lower still, nibbling, licking and kissing. Her mouth found a breast. She kissed it, slow, covering it bit by bit. Her mouth was hot, her breath tickled the sensitive tip. Lori arched up, pushing her nipple to Susan's mouth. She clutched at her head as Susan began to gently softly suck. Susan's tongue made laps around the hard nipple, her lips puckered, she suckled softly. Lori began to shake and tremble. Her fingers became more insistent on Susan, and delved deeper into the folds of slippery wet flesh. Susan moaned loudly around the nipple, as Lori's finger nudged her swollen clit. Susan's hips began to move now, working, trying to pull Lori's fingers closer. Her lips left the nipple. She kissed the girl hard, moaning with her. Susan began to slowly ease her finger between Lori's wet pussylips, parting the labes deftly. The flesh was soft, smooth, silky, and so slippery. Two fingers captured the little nubbin, and Lori cried out into Susan's mouth , as Susan's fingers began to work up and down, gently sliding over her clit.

Lori's fingers clutched at Susan, in one swift motion, plunging inside her, two fingers, buried to the knuckle. Susan gasped in pleasure as she was filled. Lori's fingers plunged in and out of the older woman in abandoned passion. Susan began to shake. Lori's back arched up, she bit Susan's lip softly, moaning, lost in passion and feeling. Orgasm crashed down on her rapidly. Her body shook and trembled as an earthquake of passion broke over her. Lori's hips and ass bounced up and down off the bed, she was lost to the feeling, but her fingers kept pumping in and out of Susan. no longer close to gentle, driving in and out, lost in heat. Susan's wetness made squishing sounds to compete with the younger girls moans. She loved this. As Lori's back arched one more time, Susan felt the tripwire of her own orgasm crash down on her. She bit back a scream, moaning loud, kissing Lori hard. Lori could feel the woman's cunt tighten down and squeeze her fingers, so tight it almost forced them out. Hot juice covered her hand. Susan shook, her body out of control, she thrashed about in the girls embrace. Spasms of pleasure racking her body, she reached the pinnacle of her climax as the last tingles of Lori's left her dripping pussy.

Both women were shaky from the feeling, holding each other close, kissing, loving each other. Hands were calmer now, slower, and gentler.

Soft bodies in the dark. Loving and tender kissing, soft whispers, little moans. hands gentle on slippery flesh. Lori rolled over onto Susan, cuddled close. The last thing between them , Susan's little gown, slipped up and away. Flesh to flesh, the naked women held each other, kissing still. Lips found lips, ears, necks. Susan's legs splayed open with Lori between them, two hot wet pussies, pressed together. Lori began to grind back and forth, up and down. Susan moaned and responded. Lori kissed down Susan's neck, nibbling softly. She moved lower and lower, kissing her shoulder, down out onto the swelling curve of her breast. Susan's body was responding, burning in desire. Lori, breathing heavy found the hard pointed nipple, and sucked it greedily into her mouth. Her fingers found the twin, and tickled it, as her tongue flickered back and forth around the taut point in her mouth. Lori was trembling as she kissed lower and lower. Susan wiggled under her, and quickly, Lori's mouth was at her sex. Lori was a starving woman, finding food. She devoured the older woman feverishly. Susan's body rocked. Lori's touch was inexperienced, but good, Susan was drenching her in juice as the younger girl licked and stabbed into her with her tongue. So good. Susan moaned loud, and arched up, pushing her pussy hard onto the girl's mouth. Her hands reaching, twisted into Lori's hair, pulling softly, urging the girl on. Lori's hands slipped up along Susan's body, finding her nipples. She twisted, and pulled, squeezing, making the woman shake and moan louder. Susan was fucking her face hard now. Lori was moaning herself, muffled into pussy, nearly crying in passion. Climax took Susan, and took her hard. Over and over, her body rocked, spasmed, shook and trembled. Her legs closed down around Lori's head, she thrashed from side to side, her hips bucking up and down.

Lori loved it. Susan wet pussy in her mouth was making her tremble. Lori wanted to plunge her fingers into her own wet hole, and take herself hard, but she couldn't let go of the hard nipples. Susan came down from her high at last, body twitching. She moaned, whimpered. Whispering in the dimness, "Oh , God, Lori...Come here...let me do you too..."

Slow and almost unsure, Lori twisted round, finding her way into the oldest of Sapphic patterns. Susan's arms circled her, pulling her down to her eager mouth. A single tiny drop of juice escaped from Lori's parted labes, falling on Susan's tongue. Susan swallowed the drop, after letting it roll over her tongue. She reached up, as Lori slipped down lower. Susan's lips touched Lori's flaming pussy. Lori moaned loud , licking Susan still with rapid hard licks. Susan, gentler, began to slowly tongue the girl. Lori's body shook over her. Susan's tongue found the tiny little pearl between the folds and nudged it, slow and gentle. Susan trembled , as Loris' tongue imitated, and her clit felt the sweet touch of tongue. Susan pressed tighter, and captured Lori's nubbin, sucking it softly .Lori gasped, her mouth leaving Susan's sex for a moment. Her body stiffened. Lori felt herself melting, her body turned to liquid, and it all flowed to her pussy. She cried out, a wordless cry, orgasm took her more sudden and harder than ever before. She collapsed forward, her mouth on Susan again, now licking slow , softer, panting, and trying to breath. Wave after wave rolled thru her body . Susan's tongue was now delving deeply, in and out of her pussy. She was cumming, over and over, licking at Susan as best she could. Susan's hips arched up to her face, the redhead moaning loud, as she too climaxed again. Their bodies were electric, humming to each other. The final ebbs of climax finally shuddered thru them, and Lori fell forward in a heap. Susan helped her turn back around, cuddling her close. They kissed, the sweet taste of each other mingling on their lips, the long deep kiss of lovers, and fell asleep, still holding each other, both spent.



Traveler's Advisory



She had to take a trip to New York on business. Her husband didn't want her to go, but she had too. He dropped her off at the airport and kissed her goodbye. She loved her husband, but always craved something else. Something exciting, stimulating. It was a normal trip, but she never knew what was in store for her. 

As she stood in line waiting to get her airline ticket, there was a man standing behind her that smelled wonderful. She noticed that right away, she even thought of saying something to the man about how he smelled, but she didn't. She looked back at him and noticed how well he stood behind her. For some reason she felt very safe next to him.

He noticed her as she stood in front of him with her baggage beside her. He was staring at her behind and her legs. He likes a nice ass, always has. He noticed that she looked back at him a few times and finally asked if she needed some help with her baggage. She turned and looked at him and told him yes that would be so nice of you. He could tell at the way she looked at him that he may be interested in him. As they stood in line waiting for their tickets they began to talk and found that they were both on their way to New York. They decided to sit next to one another on the plane. 

As she bent over to pick up her luggage, he pressed against her ass. She felt him and she really enjoyed it, it excited her and she wanted to feel much more against her. He noticed that she didn't push him away that in fact, she pressed hard against him at the same time. She turned around and asked him how long it's been for him. He told her two weeks, but he was going home to his family and that he lived in New York. 

After they got their tickets they still had some time before the plane was ready to board, so they went to get a cup of coffee. As they sat in the restaurant, she kicked off her shoe and found her way to his crotch. He was very surprised to feel her feeling him, he was beginning to get hard. They were at a table near the back of the restaurant, and there were hardly any people in the place. He was very excited to be right where he was, sitting in that chair.

She looked at him then dropped her sunglasses onto the ground, she was under the table and he could feel her hands finding their way to his hard throbbing cock. He wanted this woman so bad, he had never been in any type of situation such as this, he really thought he was dreaming. When she got under the table she began to rub his hard cock, she loved to please a man. She knew she was good at it and wanted to give this man something he may never have again. She began to unbutton his pants, rubbing the whole time, then unzipping the pants and taking out his hard throbbing cock. She didn't even notice that she was in a restaurant by this time. She began to feel it with her lips first, then she took the head of his cock and put it into her hot waiting mouth. 

He began to moan at her next move, he put his head back and waited. She could tell by the moaning that she was pleasing him. As she continued she put his hard cock further and further into her hot mouth. With her hands guiding it she started moving her head faster up and down onto his cock like she was sucking on a popsicle enjoying every lick. She could feel that he was ready to release into her mouth and she took him even deeper into her throat, until it hit the back. She could feel the cum shoot the back of her throat. She heard him let out a sigh of relief and shutter a bit. She licked her lips and continued to suck every drop out of him very gently. He was in ecstasy only to find that he wanted more of her. Not that any restaurant could provide to him, he wanted to please her. She stopped and gently put his hard cock again back into his pants and zipped them up and buttoned the button. She was very wet from pleasing him, but she needed more. 

She grabbed her sunglasses and found her way back to her chair. He looked at her and watched as she put her hand down onto her lap she found her wetness and began to play with herself when she finished she began licking her finger and saw her give him this grin. She then said you know it's a long way to New York and giggled. He already knew what he wanted to do to her if given the chance. 

She told him that she needed to freshen up a bit in the restroom and winked at him, he followed the lead. After she excused herself, he waited a minute and knew that this was his one chance. He then followed her into the restroom. He made sure there was no one else in the restroom then he proceeded to lock the door behind him. He saw that she was in the stall waiting for him, her legs spread wide on each side of the stall, playing with herself. She said to him. I've been waiting for you. He could feel his hardness come right back again. He kneeled down and began to lick her clit. Now it was her turn to moan. She was so excited that she was feeling her breasts pinching her nipples. He watched her with much satisfaction. They both were enjoying themselves freely. 

He loved the taste of her. He wildly lapped up every drop as the worked her clit. She couldn't believe how satisfying this was and she let go. She came once and he continued to work her clit as she squirmed and moaned. She came again, by this time she wanted to feel his hard throbbing cock inside her. He knew that she was ready. She stood up and bent over in the stall, that's what he wanted that ass he first noticed standing in line. She helps guide his cock into her hot wetness. He began very slowly at first pumping his way into her. She was tight and this was a great surprise. He continued pumping in and out faster and faster hearing her moans with every thrust. She could feel another orgasm rising but wanted to wait for him to cum. She moved her ass and wiggled around and was so ready for him panting and moaning. He finally couldn't stand it anymore he released his cum into her hot pussy and she began moaning and shuttering with delight. She too had another orgasm, this time with him.

After they stood in the stall together both exhausted from their efforts to one another. She unlocked the door and made sure it was clear for him to escape. They both found their way onto the plane together sat next to one another and smiled. Neither was uncomfortable with one another and knew that once they left the airport in New York they would never see each other again. They were both okay with what they did that day. It was a chance they both had to take and did.



Travelers Aide



Travelers Aid, In the 50's when air travel was in its infancy, most Americans traveled by train, or bus, even more than traveled by automobile as the interstate highway system was years away from being completed. Servicemen, Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines utilized the trains and buses almost exclusively, as the railroads and bus companies extended considerable savings to the traveling GI's, in the form of furlough rates. Every big city bus station or train depot had its share of uniform travelers around the clock. Travelers Aid was a volunteer organization that helped all travelers who were passing through their cities. The volunteers were generally middle age and older, and mostly female, many of them were widows of the world wars, Their compassion for the troops was genuine.

I was passing through Washington DC, from my Navy Base in New England, I had arranged for a ride with another shipmate and his brother who had been in the Navy a long time and owned an automobile. The car broke down on the New Jersey Turnpike and I wound up hitchhiking down to DC where I hoped to catch a train on to WV to visit my folks. To say my funds were limited would be a gross understatement, My base pay of $73 had been increased a little in my first year in the Navy and I was now making almost $100 a MONTH, I had paid my share of the expenses for my shipmates brothers car, and of course he needed it all to get his car running again, so I was out that much, I also had enough to pay for a train ticket, but funds to spend the night were out of the question even at the low cost YMCA. I was prepared to sleep in the station that night and take the train on to early the next morning. I chose an empty bench near the travelers aid desk in the terminal.

I was half sleeping, half sitting at around 11 PM when a well dressed middle aged lady came over and asked me if I were planning on spending the night in the terminal, I told her I was and she asked me if I had eaten this evening I told her I ate lunch on the base before I left , I had also taken an apple tucked into my Pea Coat, but it had long since been consumed. She told me her name was Irma and her husband was a Navy Lt, who went down with his submarine during WWII. Irma asked me why I had not sought help from her or the other ladies at Travelers Aid as they were there for just such help, I told her that I didn't like to ask for help and would be alright when I got to WV the next day, I was not completely broke, but needed some funds for my leave, I planned on buying breakfast the next day before boarding the train. She was having none of this and told me to get my bag, that she would take me home with her and feed me and let me sleep at her house, then get me back to the station in time for the train the next day.

She lived just across the river in Arlington, and she pointed out the various sites as we drove from the station through DC, I could not believe my luck, when we got to her house it was obvious that she lived very comfortably, her house was spacious and beautiful. We went straight to the kitchen where she made me two delicious ham sandwiches and poured milk for me. Irma watched me eat then showed me to the spare bedroom, she showed me the bathroom and told me to shower and change into some pajamas, which I assumed had belonged to her late husband. I took my shower, put on the pj's but before turning in I went back into the living room, she was sitting in the semi dark, playing records, she had changed into pajamas and a long dressing gown. I walked over to her and told her how much I appreciate the assistance, but told her she should not have done so much.

She looked up at me and started to cry, I reached out to touch her hair she was still sitting and I was standing before her. She hugged me and told me that the pj's I had on were indeed her late husbands that she knew it was foolish to keep them but held on to them and most of her husbands things, Irma told me I must have thought she was a foolish old lady for feeling like this. I told her that I thought she was the sweetest thing in the world, treating me like this and it was I that was foolish for being in such a predicament and speaking of predicament my dick was starting to predick I needed some relief. I could not hide my erection as she was hugging me, she brushed against my tenting pajamas and pulled back, I told her I was sorry and she told me not to be as she considered it quite a compliment that a young man would get so excited around an old lady.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, It was the softest feeling kiss I had ever shared in my young life. We stood there kissing for at least 5 minutes, when we finally broke I told her she wasn't old, but the most beautiful, voluptuous woman I had ever seen, I meant every word of it, and I believe she knew I was sincere. She told me that she had not been with another man since her husband went off to war, that she had dated some, and that there had been a few young servicemen that she brought home, but only to spend the night and had never wanted any of them, but her body was betraying her now and she wanted me to take her into my bedroom and make love to her.

As soon as we got into my room I opened her gown and pajamas, her breast were not huge but perfectly formed and as soon as I kissed her nipples they sprang out like like bullets, I licked and sucked them one after the other and back again, finally she pushed me playfully back onto the bed and pulled off my pj bottoms, my cock was hard as steel and leaking like a water fountain. She went to her knees and took my cock into her mouth and began sucking like there was no tomorrow. It will take longer to tell this than it took me to cum but till that time I had never had a blowjob, Needles to say I lasted all of about 1 minute, I tried to warn her and pull her off but she took everything I had built up in me and drained my balls. 

She finally succeeded in draining me and swallowing my load, I realized that I had left her hanging and started to apologize but she came up to me kissed me and told me not to worry that she had enjoyed it as much as I did., I told her that I had never had so much pleasure and that I wanted to give her as much., She looked at me and laughed, her crying now replaced by a beautiful smile. She was holding onto my cock and asked me if always stayed hard so soon after releasing such a big load. It may never go down with you sucking it and holding it I told her but I wanted to pleasure her as well, we pulled off the rest of our pajamas and scrambled to get into position, imagine my surprise when she got on top, and lowered her beautiful pussy onto my cock, another first for me, and as she was sliding down on it she cood, like a bird, Uh, Oh, Ah, till she was fully seated on my raging hard on. 

Her pussy I believe had not been used for a long time because she was as tight as the high school girls that I had previously screwed, but I never had one ride me like Irma was doing, she came down kissing me and running her hard tits across my chest, then she went back up, almost bouncing completely off my dick and every time she came back down I was afraid I was going to loose it again, but I wanted to make sure she came this time and in now time she was squeezing my dick and whimpering, I'm there, I'm there, Oh God.. I could not hold out any longer and filled her pussy the way I already filled her mouth. She laid on me kissing me for another 5 minutes, then she kissed her way down my chest and belly to my dick where she once again took it into her sweet mouth and cleaned mine and her juices off it. She came back up and kissed me again, this time I could taste our juices, and rather than be turned off it turned me on more.

Irma noticed that I did not mind tasting us both so she asked me if I had ever eaten pussy before, I told her not yet but I would like to now, she mentioned that her pussy was filled with a lot of juicy cum, and that I would probably get more if sucked her now but she would consider it the greatest compliment if I would clean her out. Nothing could stop me now, I slid down into the bed and went immediately into her steamy pussy with my lips and tongue, She was so hot, wet and sweet, I was from that moment on hooked on tasty cummy pussy., I remain hooked today some 50 years later. I don't know how many times she came as I ate her out, nor how long I kept my tongue in her pussy that night, we went to sleep in that position.

The next morning I awoke still laying between her legs, she was still asleep, so I resumed what I was doing the previous night, she didn't sleep much longer and pulled my face into her pussy for more loving this time she climaxed and pushed me away saying enough, you have to catch a train. I went up to her and kissed her again, this time the kiss was even better than the first one. I told her that I had 14 days leave and that I was sure I could catch the train the next day, and she started crying again. She told me if I spent another day with her she might never be able to let me go, but we did spend that other day together and another night, but that will have be told later if there is any interest. 



Travelers Ch. 02



I agreed to meet Martin for lunch the next afternoon because I was still angry and hurt and I wanted to see just how far my husband was willing to take the whole thing when he knew that it was against my wishes.

When we walked into the restaurant Martin was pretty much as Lucinda had described and he was clever and charming and immediately put Jeremy and I at ease. I found myself enjoying the lunch and conversation in spite of myself.

At first we talked about travel in general and our past travel experiences. Then we talked about what we had majored in in college. I had majored in History and Art and Jeremy had majored in Sociology and Political Science. During our conversation Martin asked us what we thought about several different subjects in our areas of study and I could tell he was judging just how knowledgeable we were in our fields and about the world. When I said to him that I felt that once I left university I felt that my real education could begin he asked what I meant and I told him, "Now I have the time to read the books I want to about Art and History and Philosophy that I want to and I don't have to worry about interpreting those books the same way my professors do to keep my grade average up."

He laughed when I said that and responded, "Thank God you managed to graduate from university without those silly academics stealing your intelligence and filling your head with all sorts of politically correct tapioca pudding!"

After the meal we retired to the lounge and over a glass of port (he told us he preferred the LBV's or late bottled vintage ports because he just could not put away a bottle for ten or twenty years at this point in his life) he told us a little bit about himself.

…

Martin told us he first left the United States in 1966 to go to graduate school in Stockholm, Sweden. He took a graduate degree there in International Economics and he also met his wife Ulla there. They returned to the United States in 1968 and Martin could not believe the changes that had taken place in two years. It was now the Age of Aquarius and Flower Power. 

Martin took a job with one of the world's preeminent brokerage houses and they bought a place on the avenues in San Francisco as his career took off. Martin was from the Bay Area and Ulla loved San Francisco because it reminded her of Stockholm. In Martin's words Ulla was very beautiful and always turned a lot of heads in her own right. But then a movie called "Beyond the Green Door" came out and its star, Marilyn Chambers, bore a remarkable resemblance to Ulla. 

He told us that more than a few times she was asked for her autograph. Usually it was by young guys who would not believe her when she said they were mistaken, but often young women would ask her for her autograph for their boyfriends. After a while it became a secret joke with us and she would give them the autograph signing Marilyn Chambers name.

"One day we were out shopping and two young girls came up and asked her for her autograph. One of the girls asked her to make it to her boy friend Gary and would she write, "Gary you were the best of the bunch, Love Marilyn Chambers." He told us. 

The second girl, who just kept staring at who she thought was Marilyn Chambers in awe, finally worked up the nerve to ask in a shaking voice, "What was it like?"

"Ulla answered, "What was what like?"

"Being with all those guys at once," she clarified blushing with embarrassment. 

"Ulla smiled at the girl and then said, "Unimaginable."

"That afternoon when we decided we had better see the movie we had no idea what an impact it would make on our lives." Martin told us with a sardonic smile.

Martin then went on to tell us how during the movie Ulla had reached over and put her hand in Martin's lap and upon feeling his erection leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I can tell this movie is turning you on too."

Martin told us that during the drive home Ulla asked him, "What do you think it would be like to be that woman?"

"I told her that as a man I really did not know if I could imagine the woman's perspective. Ulla then asked me then what did I think it would be like to be one of the men. I told her that the answer to that would depend on my relationship to the woman." Martin said shaking his head for emphasis.

What did she say to that Jeremy asked? 

"Ulla gave me a look I will never forget and then said, "What if the woman was your wife?" Martin told us.

What did you answer I finally asked after a long silence passed?

"Ulla and I were always totally honest with one another, although I sometimes wish, in retrospect, that I would not have been so honest in my answer to that question. I told her that it would be a gigantic turn-on to bring her that much pleasure and to see her so totally without inhibition, but that I would also feel tremendously insecure. When she asked why I would feel insecure but not jealous I explained that I really believe that jealousy and insecurity are one in the same. I told her that I would not be jealous of other men knowing the pleasures of her body, but I would be jealous of the pleasure those men might be able to give her because I would be afraid, or insecure if you will, that they might pleasure her so much that I would lose her to one or even all of them." Martin told us in a low voice.

Martin took another drink of his port before continuing. "Ulla then said to me that she knew that there was a big difference between sex and love. She told me that she loved me because I was kind, intelligent, funny and thoughtful not because of the sex we had together. She told me that she thought sex for the sake of pleasure alone was possible without affecting our relationship. She told me that she would never be unfaithful to me but that she was curious what it would be like to be with more than one man at once and what it would be like to be with a black man. She reminded me that I had been her first and only lover and wanting to experiment a little was only natural."

When I asked Martin how can a wife experiment with other men a little and not be unfaithful Martin answered, "She told me that as long as I was a part of her pleasure, either as a participant or as the orchestrator of it, then the others would simply be my instruments to give her pleasure and if we loved one another we should want to give each other pleasure in anyway we could."

"And did you buy into that?" I could not help asking.

"Even to this day I cannot see the hole in that argument. We loved each other completely. Loving someone means wanting what they want, wanting to please them in anyway that you can, and don't forget this was the time of free love, the pill had just become widely marketed and sexual disease in the 70's seemed to be a thing of the past." He said defensively.

"What happened then?" Jeremy asked.

"I made arrangements for her to fulfill her fantasy. I joined a swinger group and picked out four men who I knew she would find attractive. I even acquired a trapeze seat and I arranged a re-enactment of that famous scene at the end of the movie for her. I found out from other members of the group that Ulla's fantasy was not an uncommon one among the wives at that time and that did make me feel better about what I was doing." Martin admitted.

Jeremy and I were both waiting for Martin to tell us what happened next, but the story was becoming so painfully personal that we both said nothing over what seemed like an eternity of silence before Martin continued, "That night, the night that Ulla fulfilled her fantasy was a moment of realization for both of us. I decided not to be a participant because I did not know if I would be able to perform sharing her with others and because I thought by not being a participant I could remain in control of the situation to a higher degree."

"Ulla was very nervous after I told her I had made the arrangements," Martin continued. I told her on a Thursday that I had made the arrangements for that Saturday afternoon and that Friday night after we made very passionate love Ulla asked me if I wanted to cancel. I told her I was very nervous about what we were about to do, but that the fantasy was now as much mine as hers and that I thought we should go through with it."

"What was it like?" Jeremy asked not even trying to hide the purulent interest in his voice.

"Jeremy, some things are personal, it's none of our business." I said to him in frustration because to be honest I wanted to hear the answer to that question as badly as he did.

"As I said before Ulla had never been with another man until that night and she had never even known a black man as even an acquaintance in Sweden. When things got started she became totally immersed in the pure depravity of what she was doing, of what she was becoming. She could not get enough of those four men. They all came in her or on her at least twice, some three times and she lost track of how many orgasms she had. When they were all totally spent I made love to her and she was totally wet and I was so turned on at what I had witnessed that even though she was a sea of sperm I came inside her almost immediately. She admitted to me later that it was the best sex that she had ever had and knowing that I was watching it happen to her added to the thrill of it all." Martin said in a husky voice.

"Did all this result in a divorce?" I asked trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"No, not at all," he answered, "it made our marriage and our love stronger. We embarked on a sexual voyage of exploration together and I found that I loved exploring new things for the first time with her. It was like we were both virgins again. I loved giving her pleasure in anyway that I could construct and I loved watching her being little miss greedy pussy as she would call herself."

Martin paused and finished his port and ordered another round for all of us before soberly continuing, "We had an open marriage through the 70's and into the 80's when my wife was one of the first heterosexuals to contract AIDS in the San Francisco Bay area. She died of it within a year as there were few drugs to combat it in those days."

"And you, what about you?" I asked.

"I don't know why, but I never contracted the disease. I was tested and retested and have never tested positive. After her death I did not have sex for over ten years and during that time I was tested every three months and I have remained healthy. When I became sexually active again, or I should say sporadically active, I always made sure that under all circumstances I used latex condoms and I still get tested every four months now and I am still healthy." Martin told us with some degree of guilt in his voice.

"After my wife's death I became a real workaholic until the early 90's, by then I had amassed what many would call a fortune, but I was totally burnt out. I knew I needed a change so I sold my book to two other brokers in the office and took a position in institutional sales in Europe. For the next ten years I traveled extensively throughout all of Western Europe and Scandinavia and made even more money until I finally decided to retire a year ago. After I retired I settled in Seattle because San Francisco just had too many memories for me." Martin's said as his voice trailed off.

"You said you did not have sex for over ten years, do you mind my asking…" and before I could finish the question Martin answered.

"In my work I found that I often needed an escort and I started using an escort service quite regularly and one escort who was well educated and well spoken. Louise and I became friends and after I had used her several times as just an escort without any sexual contact she asked why? Perhaps she thought I was gay or perhaps I was making her insecure because she thought I did not find her attractive. I told her that the truth of the matter was that I only want sex with someone when someone wants sex with me and I had no illusions that all escorts or prostitutes want is my money." He said.

"What did she say to that?" Jeremy asked.

"She told me that I was correct, but that I should not be bothered by that because it was an honest relationship, both parties get what they want. And that was when I realized that, for me, sex was about mutual exploration and that that was the aspect of it that was fundamentally missing with an escort or a prostitute." Martin said with certainty. 

"Martin, please excuse me for prying, but when did you start having sex again?" I asked.

"One night I needed an escort at the last minute to accompany me to dinner with a young computer entrepreneur and his wife and Louise could not make it. She asked me if I would mind using a very good friend of hers who she was introducing to the business. When Fiona showed up at my hotel door I was surprised at how beautiful and how nervous she was. I was also dismayed at how young she was. Louise was also younger that me by about 10 years, but Fiona was only in her mid thirties and the age difference was just too great for me to feel comfortable at dinner with a potential client and his wife."

After taking a drink of his port Martin continued.

"I called my client and gave him my apologies and asked if we could re-schedule. Fiona was visibly shaken that I had to do that and I told her not to worry that I would pay her the regular fee and take her to dinner. During dinner I learned that I was her first ‘date'. Fiona had just gotten divorced and with no job prospects she was looking for a way to support herself and trying to decide if she could be an escort. She was told that I never wanted sex, only an escort for business, and for that reason she had agreed to take the ‘date'. When she asked why I explained my feelings to her."

"What did she say to that?" I asked.

"She asked me to spend the night with her and teach her how a man wants an escort to behave and I did. It had been more than ten years since I had had a partner and it had been more than almost a year for her and the sex was explosive. I started calling Fiona whenever I needed an escort for business and even when I didn't. And that is how my celibacy ended." He said and finished his drink.

"Now that I have explained to you a little bit about myself let's talk about my proposal." And in a very business like manner Martin told us, "I am offering free first class air travel and first class ground travel of the best of Europe to whomever I select as my traveling companion or, in your case if I were to select you, companions. All expenses will be paid by me and the itinerary will be mine, however, I will consider any suggestions my companion or companions might make. In return for what I am offering I would expect to be allowed to witness all sexual liaisons and adventures that I chose to."

"Martin what exactly do you mean by liaisons and adventures?" I asked.

Martin smiled and said, "I have been waiting for that question all night, you're both too shy. By liaisons I mean I would want to watch when you two had sex with one another or with any lovers that either of you might take along the way."

"We don't take lovers Martin; we are married and faithful to one another." I interjected.

"That may be true now, but it may not be true in the future, life is a journey that often leads us down paths we had not previously thought we would explore and I think my life is a good case in point." He said.

"What do you mean by adventures?" Jeremy asked.

"If you should ever get GPS I would want to be there to witness it." Martin said with a smile on his face.

"GPS? You mean if we got a Global Positioning System you would want to watch us use it?" Jeremy questioned him.

Martin burst out laughing and then looked into my eyes and said, "Greedy Pussy Syndrome."

"You mean like your wife." Jeremy stupidly said.

"Nothing in the world is more exciting to watch than a woman who totally loses all inhibition." He said looking into my eyes with such honest and open desire that I had to look away.

"Martin," I said quietly but with great intent, "I will never have sex with you or anyone but my husband ever again."

"Interesting the way you worded that disclaimer, but don't worry, I don't expect any sexual favors other than being able to watch. And now that we have gotten that out of the way I would like you two to go home, talk it over, make a list of questions that you may have for me if you are interested and contact me at my email address and we will arrange for a second meeting." Martin said as he reached for his wallet to pay the bill.

When we left the restaurant and went our separate ways we had not gone four feet before Jeremy said, "I think we should do it."

"You mean make a list of questions and have a second meeting?" I asked.

"No I mean let's go to Europe with the old guy. I don't care if he watches us get it on, hell it might add some spice to our marriage!" Jeremy exclaimed.

After about two hours of persuasion Jeremy finally got me to agree to a list of questions and a second meeting. The only reason I agreed to even do that was that Jeremy kept reminding me that we could split on the old guy anytime things got weird and the worst thing would be that we would be back to seeing Europe on the cheap. 

Jeremy's argument that we could split anytime if things got weird and Martin's answers to my questions at our second meeting were the reasons that I was, for the first time in my life, sitting in the first class section of a jet crossing the Atlantic. If we decided to go our own way in Europe I knew that I would feel bad that we did not honor our agreement with him, but knowing that that alternative was their gave me the courage to accept the offer and I had to admit that first class air travel was something that I would like to get use to.

When we met at the airport Martin asked to see our passports to make sure that the tickets were properly issued and he handed in our tickets as we boarded the plane keeping the return portion with his travel documents. We arrived in Schipol at 6:00 AM and our plane was the first to be allowed to land. After we cleared customs we got a cab to the Hotel Krasnapolsky on the Dam Square. Martin told us that there were better hotels in Amsterdam, but he felt that this one had the best location. We felt like the place was a palace compared to where we usually stayed in Amsterdam. The Mercedes would not be delivered for five days Martin told us that we would not want a car while in Amsterdam anyway and that we could get over our jet lag while visiting "the sacred and the profane."

We spent our first two days touring the museums and walking through some interior courtyards that were actually open to the public if the public knew which doors to enter. Martin was incredibly knowledgeable about the city and its museums and knew a lot of spots and interesting and fun curiosities that few people other than Amsterdammers would know about. 

By the third day I was totally at ease. Martin had made no demands on us and he was always charming and fun so when he suggested we make a tour of the red light district that morning I was delighted. I had wanted to see it the last time Jeremy and I were in Amsterdam, but Jeremy had wanted to take a look on his own first while I did our laundry and afterwards he told me it was too dangerous. I could not believe that he was talking about the same place though as we walked through the tree lined canals and small alleys that sunny afternoon. When I said so Jeremy reminded me that it is a different place in the evening, but I remembered that he was here in the late afternoon and decided to not say anything.

Jeremy and I were flabbergasted when Martin suggested that we go to a ‘brown café' and get stoned. "You do smoke, don't you?" He asked us.

I laughed and said, "I thought that that was a job disqualification?"




Travelers Ch. 02



After about an hour in the brown café we came spilling out into the sunny street laughing and started to make our way back to our hotel. When we passed an adult toy store Martin said, "Lets go in here, I want to buy some toys." and held the door for us.

I had never been in an adult toy store before and Jeremy and I began to get the giggles looking at some of the items. Meanwhile Martin made some purchases, but we did not see what he bought and when we left the store Jeremy asked him what he bought.

Martin answered, "Something high tech and unaesthetic, something no tech and very aesthetic and something in between and you don't get to see until we get back to our rooms at the hotel."

By the time we got back to our comfortable hotel it had clouded over and was raining with real conviction. When we got to his room we were both curious to see what he had purchased. Martin poured us both a large glass of something called Clynelish. It smelled so good that I almost did not want to drink it, but when I took the first sip it warmed me and kept warming me for sometime. When I commented on that Martin told me it was called ‘finish'.

When Jeremy took a drink of his and asked Martin if he could get a soda and some ice from the room bar to add to it Martin laughed and said, "Please drink the blend from the room bar if you want to add ice and soda to it. This stuff is almost impossible to find outside of Scotland and even in Scotland it can be difficult to find." 

"Let's see what you bought," I said to change the subject. 

Martin smiled and said, "No tech but aesthetic." And pulled from his bag the most incredibly beautiful Pyrex glass dildo with ruby red ridge spirals running down its crystal clear shaft and an iridescent ruby red cherry design on the tip.

"It's beautiful!" I honestly exclaimed as Martin handed it to me.

I took it over to the window to admire and ran my fingers over its smooth tip and then without thinking held it against my cheek. I had my back turned to Martin and Jeremy and did not think that they could see as I ran the tip of it over my lips and my tongue traced the cherry design.

Suddenly my reverie was broken when Jeremy said, "Remembering your college days?"

I turned around in anger and embarrassment and then laughed to try and defuse the situation and handed the dildo back to Martin.

Martin smiled at me and said, "Would you like to make an old man very happy?"

"That depends." I answered in a shaking and husky voice.

"I would appreciate it very much if you would take that to the privacy of your room and pleasure yourself with it while Jeremy and I have another whiskey. Would you do that for me?" He asked.

"I…could…do that" I replied blushing.

I turned to go to my room in order to hide my embarrassment and started for the door and just before I reached the door Martin said, "And one more thing; I would like you to bring it back to me when you are done still wet with your juices."

I said nothing as I rushed out of the room.

When I got to my room I removed my clothing and, after wetting the dildo with my mouth began to insert it. The whole situation had made me incredibly horny and, although it was cold at first, the feel of it was wonderful as the ridges pulled against my pussy lips as I gradually slid more and more of the dildo into me. Soon I had it almost totally inside me and after only a few withdrawals and insertions I could feel my vagina clasping it tightly as I felt myself cumming. 

It was only when I was laying on the bed in post orgasmic bliss when I realized how embarrassing it would be to bring that beautiful thing back to him while it was still wet with my juices! 

I wanted to stay in bed and take a nap more than anything in the world, but Martin had been incredibly generous to us and this was the first time he had made any demand on either of us so I reluctantly put my clothes back on and took the still wet dildo back to Martin's room.

When I knocked Martin said, "Come in." And I took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping into a very embarrassing situation. 

I walked across the room and handed Martin the dildo and when he took it in his hand and brought it up to his nose I wanted to crawl under the carpet I was so embarrassed. Martin smelled the dildo twice and then looked into my eyes and said, "You have a lovely perfume." 

"I will now pass the torch to a much younger, if not more deserving man. Now if you will excuse me I am going out for the remainder of the afternoon and will leave you two to your own devices," he said as handed the dildo to my husband. 

When we got back to our room Jeremy could not wait to sink that piece of beautiful craftsmanship into my still wet vagina. In spite of the fact that I was becoming increasingly aroused again by Jeremy's use of the dildo I could not help wondering where Martin was going?

But even through my musing Jeremy was taking me closer and closer to a tremendous orgasm when he ruined everything by saying, "I thought he was going to want to watch after I told him what I meant by remembering your college days. The old guy is full of surprises. I never expected him to go out in this storm…"

"What did you tell him about me?" I asked.

"I told him how talented you were with your mouth and when he asked me what I meant and then he remembered something you said in our first interview and asked about that…" he said.

"What did he remember?" I asked fearing that I knew the answer.

"You said something like I will never have sex with you or anyone but my husband ever again. And he picked up on that and asked if I knew what you meant by that…" Jeremy started.

"And you told him about Mestre didn't you?" I said in anger.

"Sure, why not? I could tell he loved the story and that is why I thought he would want to join us." Jeremy said defensively.

"And you would let him too wouldn't you?" I said accusingly.

"Loosen up Suze, the guy is paying for everything and if he wants to watch that's what we promised he could do." My husband said trying to soothe me.

"Is that what you meant by joining us, just watching?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure." Said Jeremy and I wasn't sure if I was relived or disappointed.

…



Travelers Ch. 03



The next day we spent in Delft and when we arrived back at our hotel we went to Martin's room ate some hash candy that we had bought the previous day and had a few glasses of Clynelish before going to a rijstafel restaurant. I was hungry, a little drunk and very stoned when we finally left for the restaurant. We had never had rijstafel before and when all the plates came I was overwhelmed with choices. Martin explained the various dishes to us and what was best to start with. I sampled everything, but when I came to Gado Gado I knew that it was my all time favorite Indonesian dish. Throughout the meal we kept downing cold Bintang beer and by the time we finished I could tell I was really looped! 

When we got back to the hotel Martin handed me a beautifully wrapped box and said, "All technology, no aesthetic."

Inside was the strangest looking dildo I had ever seen. When I turned it on the shaft began to twirl and some marbles in the shaft began to twirl. A smaller extension of the thing fluttered and vibrated as well. I could tell by the position of the twirling marbles and the extension that one was meant to stimulate the outer lips and the other the clitoris.

"It's called a Rabbit." Martin told me.

"It is not nearly as beautiful as last night's gift." I said.

"Ugly things can also cause one a great deal of pleasure too. My only request is that I be there for its Maiden Voyage." He said.

It got very quiet in the room and I could hear my pulse roaring in my ears and I knew that this was the moment that I had dreaded from the beginning. This was a much more serious turning point then returning to the room with a still wet dildo after pleasing myself. With shaking fingers I began to unbutton my blouse and then let it drop to the floor and undid my bra. I could feel my erect nipples when the air hit them and I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes and removed my pants. Finally I was sitting on the edge of Martin's bed in just my thong. I must have known this was going to happen I thought to myself because I only have two thongs and I rarely wear either of them and why did I decide to wear one this morning?

I pulled off the thong and scooted up onto the bed and began to rub the velvety tip of the dildo against my outer lips. I was already wet and the head of it slowly began to slide in. I kept my eyes closed as I concentrated on what I was doing until Jeremy said, "Turn it on."

I opened my eyes to give Jeremy an irritated look and then I heard Martin say in a hoarse voice, "I think you will be pleasantly surprised if you do." And I finally got up the courage to look into Martin's eyes as I turned the device on. After that my embarrassment was quickly replaced by my arousal. The dildo began to gyrate inside me and the small marbles were stimulating my outer vaginal lips while the extension stimulated my clitoris and I began to cum almost immediately.

When I heard Jeremy say, "God, I don't think I have ever seen her this turned on!" As I pumped the shaft in and out I began to glory in my own exhibitionism.

Then I heard Martin say, "A totally aroused woman is a most beautiful sight to behold."

Before that statement I was enjoying myself in spite of their presence, but after that statement I began to enjoy myself even more because of their presence. I began to look into each of their faces as I pumped that twirling, whirling, gyrating and fluttering joy giver into myself with greater and greater intensity.

….

That night after Jeremy had taken me back to my room he wanted to make love to me, but I was tired and when I jokingly told him not without Martin here to watch, he got really mad and said, "There are plenty of other sluts in this town." and stormed out of the room. He did not return until after midnight and when he did I could smell the cheap perfume of another woman on him. When I asked where he had gone he said, "The red light district" and turned his back to me and went to sleep.

The next morning Jeremy tried to act as if nothing had happened, but I would not speak to him and left him at the hotel while Martin took me shopping for clothes. When we came back to the hotel to have a light lunch I saw Jeremy coming down the street in the direction of the red light district. I gave him a peck on the cheek to confirm my suspicions and I could smell that perfume on him again, this time a musky smell. Jeremy told us to go ahead and have lunch while he used the spa. 

I was so pissed during lunch that finally Martin asked what was wrong. I told Martin my suspicions and he did not comment other than to say, "Amsterdam has some amazing temptations for both men and women."

I looked at him quizzically and asked the question that had been on my mind for the last two days, "Where did you go that rainy evening?"

Martin laughed and said, "The scent of a woman can motivate even an old fart like me. I went to visit an escort I use to use when I did business over here. High class escorts are basically the most honest of women. They want my money and in order to get it they are willing to give me their company and favors. I only look as repulsive to them as five hundred guilders does to anyone." 

"Martin a few minutes ago you said that Amsterdam has some amazing temptations for both men and women, but from what I can tell I have only seen temptations for men." I said with a smile.

"Well we will have to remedy that," he said as he pushed another beautifully wrapped box across the table to me. 

"What is it this time?" I asked.

"Something in between" he said. 

When I unwrapped the gift there was a really cute pink jelly rubber butterfly attached to elastic waist and thigh straps. "I take it you would like me to wear it" I said while dangling it from my fingers.

"I would like that very much" he said.

"But what does it do?" I asked.

Martin simply smiled at me and said, "This afternoon I will show you some of the temptations of Amsterdam for females and if you wear that I will also show you what it can do."

"Martin what do you have in mind?" I said archly flirting with him as I pulled my lower lip down with my fork.

"This afternoon I will take you to Amsterdam's best sex show and you can see up close some of this city's temptations for females." He said.

….

When I went up to the room to put the butterfly on Jeremy was watching television and tried to act like nothing was wrong between us. When I started to put the butterfly on he became very interested and asked to see what it was. I reluctantly handed it to him and after examining it he said, "Where is the control?"

"Martin must have it." I answered.

"I should have it." Jeremy petulantly commented. 

"Do you think you should be in control of me? I asked with a smirk.

"Do you think Martin should be; I am your husband you know?" he countered.

That statement really pissed me off! Jeremy must think he can do whatever he likes and still be my lord and master I thought. 

"Jeremy you don't own me, and even though Martin is paying for our trip, he doesn't own me either. The difference in you two is that you take me for granted like some possession you acquired long ago. At least Martin treats me like a cherished possession." I told him in a shaking voice.

Before Jeremy could respond to that Martin knocked on our door and when I let him into our room I was disappointed when he extended the invitation to the sex show to Jeremy as well and he said he wouldn't miss it for the world because I just did not want to be around his selfish sneering immaturity any longer.

Martin suggested we stop at the brown café first then go to the sex show and afterwards go to a Dutch pancake house that served something called poffertjes. "The Dutch were eating pancakes with apples and bacon worked into them and poffertjes long before the brown cafes came on the scene, but I think they must have been anticipating the munchies." He said as we set out down the small side next to our hotel.

I had more or less forgotten the small jelly rubber butterfly I was wearing when suddenly I felt it buzzing and vibrating against my clit at we walked along and I let out a small scream of surprise and then giggled as I grabbed Martin's arm.

Martin laughed and turned the remote control in his pocket off as he said, "I intended to catch you by surprise the first time and I think I did."

"Boys and their toys, I suppose you will be playing with your new toy all afternoon?" I asked as he turned it back on and off and I jumped a little and giggled again.

"Would you like that he?" He asked.

"I'm not sure; it's mildly arousing but a little disconcerting when you are not expecting it." I said not knowing at the time that it would become very arousing and very disconcerting when left on continuously.

At the brown café Martin gave me a few longer jolts of stimulation and at first I was a little embarrassed and irritated at his playing with me, but when I realized that other people either couldn't really hear it buzzing or didn't care what was going on (after all this was Amsterdam) I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. 

By the time we left the brown café I was stoned and enjoying longer and longer periods of stimulation from the butterfly. My clit was now stimulated to the point that I could feel it had become slightly rigid and as it became more enlarged the stimulation of the butterfly became greater as well. 

I took Martin's arm in the street and laughingly said, "I hope you bought extra batteries." 

When we got to the theatre I was pleasantly surprised. I was expecting seedy, but it seemed more like a small community playhouse than anything else. I also was not expecting the audience to consist of almost as many women as men, but most of the audience looked like married couples.

A magician came on and started to warm up the audience with various tricks. His assistant was an incredibly beautiful woman in a skin tight outfit and when the magician asked for a volunteer from the audience just about every man in the place raised their hand.

The magician had the volunteer help him to lock the assistant into a box that was suspended above the stage. He then had the volunteer walk around the box and check the locks. When everyone was satisfied the magician told the audience that the volunteer would now make his assistant disappear by concentrating very hard on that and then tapping the box three times with his magic wand, and the magician then handed the volunteer his wand. The volunteer from the audience did as he was asked and suddenly the box popped open and there was the magician's blond assistant in her high heels and thigh highs, but nothing else.

The magician then turned to the volunteer and said, "I think you were concentrating on the wrong outcome young man." As the audience laughed and applauded. "This time I want you to concentrate on making my assistant disappear, now remember you must concentrate very hard on the outcome you desire." And once again the assistant went back into the box and the volunteer tapped it three times with the magician's wand.

This time when the box was opened only a small cat was in the box and the assistant was no where to be found. The magician removed the cat from the box and frowned at the volunteer and said, "Young man you were concentrating on the wrong thing. Here you got what you wanted anyhow." As he handed the volunteer the small cat and the audience roared in laughter.

Martin and I were both laughing and applauding when Jeremy said, "I don't get it"

Martin said to him, "What do you call a small cat? 

"A kitten," answered Jeremy non plussed.

Finally Martin had to say to him, "How do you describe a small cat other than to call it a kitten?" And finally Jeremy got the joke.

The first act was some sort of a tableau about Pan and Europa. The girl who played Europa was a very beautiful and dusky skinned North African (probably Moroccan) with incredibly green iridescent eyes. The scene started with her playing the flute and some guy with leggings on to make him look like a satyr spying on her. Soon she was playing his flute and as I watched the scene unfold I could not help thinking that my oral talents were as good as or better than hers. Perhaps the almost continuous stimulation that Martin was now subjecting me to with the butterfly had something to do with those thoughts and I was beginning to squirm in my seat more and more as the action got hotter and hotter on stage. Finally the girl pulled back and opened her mouth as Pan shot several long ropes of sperm into her mouth and onto her face. The scene was back lighted in such a way that it was actually rather artistic.

The magician came on again and did a few more tricks and got a few more laughs and then the second act was a take off called "Sinderella" about a young girl who left the orgy early because she had to be home by midnight. Sinderella left behind not a glass slipper but instead a very familiar looking Pyrex glass dildo. In fact it was the same exact model that I had become so intimately familiar with a few nights before. Three very attractive sisters were on stage while the prince tried the dildo on each to try and find out who Sinderella was. When he finally found the right girl because the fit was so perfect, Sinderella began to dance around the stage holding the dildo in her with her vaginal muscles! She then danced her way into the audience and asked several men to test the fit to see if she was truly Sinderella and the men pumped the dildo into her several times before she danced away to another person in the audience who got to see if she was a ‘perfect fit.' 

I was beginning to lightly perspire from the constant stimulation that Martin was subjecting me to and by the time the third act started I was also becoming incredibly frustrated because the butterfly was only strong enough in its stimulation to keep me in a constant state of semi-arousal, but not strong enough to satisfy me.

The third act was some sort of a take-off on Aladdin and his magic lamp that would produce the Genie to give you three wishes. Aladdin though in this version was a very attractive guy by the name of Alain and when they asked for some female audience participation my squirming got me drafted into the act and I was brought up on the stage. The magician asked me my name and asked them to give me a big round of applause for being such a good sport. After that when he asked me to remove Alain's shirt I decided that I could do that without any embarrassment. 

As I began to unbutton Alain's shirt the lighting dimmed and the music began to play some sort of erotic jungle beat. When I got the shirt off it was obvious by Alain's chest and definition that he was a weight lifter and when the magician said, "You must rub Alain's chest three times for Genie to get her wishes." I did so without compunction. 

As I was rubbing his chest the song "I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair" began to play and after the magician requested that I continue to rub his chest for the fifth or sixth time the music died and the lights came back up and the magician came onto the stage and consulted his magic book and then said, "I see what the problem is, you need to rub his bulge, I thought the book said his bulging chest, but actually it just says his bulge." As he said this the magician looked down at the bulge in Alain's slacks and the audience laughed. The magician then asked the audience to give me another big hand of applause if I would rub Alain's big bulge three times.

I laughed and went along with the show and when I reached down to rub his bulge the lights went down again and the music started up again and so did my butterfly. When I rubbed him I could tell that he was huge and I continued to rub him for sometime while the lights were so low that it was nearly dark in the theatre. When the lights came back up the magician said, "That's once," and the lights went low again and by the time they came back up and the magician said, "That's twice," I could feel what ever he had down there expanding rapidly under my hand. During the third rub I unzipped his fly and dropped to my knees in front of him and had begun to pull out the most massive cock I had ever seen up till then when the lights came back up.

The audience began to applaud wildly and I looked at Alain's cock just inches from my face with one glistening drop of pre cum on its tip and my tongue acted with a mind of its own and licked that drop of pre cum into my mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation and as I began to lean forward the magician quickly said, "Lets hear a big round of applause for Suze!" and Alain was pulling me up back onto my feet. 

I leaned into him and as I embraced him I whispered in his ear, "Let me…I want to.."

And before I could finish the sentence he said to me, "I can't let you" and the magician quickly took my hand and led me back to my seat.

When I sat down Jeremy leaned over and said, "What the hell are you thinking behaving like?"

I said nothing as I watched Genie come on the stage and get her three wishes; one in the mouth, one in the ass and one in the pussy all at once! I watched in envy as Alain fed that beautiful snake of his into her wet willing pussy and I said, as much to myself as to Jeremy, "I would have fucked every one of them if they would have had me."

Martin explained that all the performers were tested weekly for STD's and that they only had unprotected sex with other members of the troop or their spouses. He explained that the audience did not want to see them performing with condoms on and for those reasons no matter how enticing my willingness may have been Alain had no choice.

When we were in front of the theatre on the street Jeremy said, "You are my wife and I expect you to behave like my wife not some performer in a sex act."

"You only want me to be a performer Jeremy when it means a warm dry rec vec or seeing Europe in a Mercedes Benz. You think you own me and can control my behavior when it suits your needs." I said in response.

Jeremy looked at me and then said, "I'll see you back at the hotel, I'm going for a walk to cool off." 

I watched him walk off knowing he was using the argument as an excuse to go whoring in the red light district again and my fury at him reached the breaking point as I turned toward Martin and said, "Will you help me teach him a lesson?"

"What do you have in mind?" Martin asked with a smile.

"Do you know the owner of the sex show because I want to apply for a job?" I asked.

"De Herr van der Meer? Yes I know him well. My company did the investment banking to help him get started. But I can't introduce you to him because, ironically enough with a name like ‘of the sea' he lives in Valkenburg and that is about as far from Amsterdam and the sea as one can get and still be in The Netherlands." Martin explained.

Then a smile came over Martin's face and he said, "But I do know the manager Herr Kickens very well and he knows that I am close friends with his boss."



Travelers Ch. 04



When Martin introduced me to Herr Kickens the show manager I was at first disappointed when he immediately said no to hiring me. He explained to me that I did not hold an EU passport and, although many other establishments did not care, his was not willing to take the risk. When I asked if I could be a part of the show as an unpaid volunteer he told me that if I really wanted to that I would need to come back the next morning at 9AM to be tested for STD's by the troop physician.

The next morning after a physical exam and blood test I was told to have only a light lunch and come back at least two hours prior to the seven PM show to get my results, and, if they were good, to "get prepared and be prepared" for the show. When I asked what that would entail Mr. Kickens told me that tonight's act was the Brouwermann Brothers, two identical twins who had emigrated from South Africa. 

"The Brouwermanns specialize in simultaneous penetration of the anus and vagina, they are very black and very big, is that a problem?" Mr. Kickens asked.

"I'm not prejudiced." I said with a smile that belayed my trepidation about their size and the fact that double penetration was something that I had only seen once in a porno film and, while I did find it exciting to think about I also found it equally frightening to think about, especially if both men were larger than average. My only experience with two men at once had been with Russ and my husband in Mestre. Anal sex was something that my husband and I had tried only twice and I found it somewhat stimulating, but only to the point of frustration because I could not cum without clitoral stimulation combined with vaginal penetration.

That afternoon when I arrived at the theatre I was introduced to a sweet young Dutch girl by the name of Anneke who was about twenty. She told me all my results were fine and that she would ‘prepare' me for the show. She explained that she would administer an enema to my bowel tract to insure that my anal passage was clean and ‘presentable' for the audience and that she would also lubricate my anal passage.

My heart was beating like a jackhammer as I worried about what I was letting myself in for even before Anneke asked while applying the lubricant, "You are very tight down there, have you done much anal sex?" 

"Not much," I answered trying to keep the shake out of my voice.

Anneke laughed and said, "I was scared too the first time and I also had not much experience with anal sex before being introduced to The Brouwermanns, but don't worry, I am more petite than you. They are very big but very talented and knowledgeable about giving double pleasure."

A few minutes later I had a loose robe on and was introduced to the two shaven head black Adonis's. They were very good looking, very muscular and very big, but they quickly put me at ease as we worked out a script.

"Herr Kickens likes to encourage audience participation only up to a certain point for obvious reasons." The two brothers explained. "So what we will do is pass out Oreo cookies to all the female members of the audience. One cookie will have no cream in its middle, but instead will be this note." Said one of the twins as he drew a circle around an Oreo on a sheet of paper and then took some scissors and cut out the circle. On the small round piece of paper he wrote on one side:

Would

You like to

Be

And then on the other side:

The 

Cream in the

Cookie

?

I laughed and said, "You will have to explain to me what this is all about."

One of the brothers scraped away the cream from an Oreo and put the note between the two halves and said, "Put this in your purse and when we pass out the cookies exchange the one we give you for this cookie, then we will ask who the lucky winner is and it will be you. When you come up on the stage you will be given a choice between us or an electric dildo."

"Which should I choose?" I asked and we all laughed.

Then getting into the spirit of the idea I told them what I would do to get the act going and we all agreed on the skit up to the point where they would take over and "make me the cream in the cookie."

I looked at both of them and then thought that I had better be honest and said in a slightly shaking voice, "I have never been simultaneously penetrated before and I have had very little anal sex in my life, please be gentle with me."

They both smiled and simultaneously leaned down and kissed me first on the cheeks than on each side of my neck and then on my ears while they simultaneously whispered into my ears in twin husky voices, "Double the pleasure, double the fun, the Brouwermanns will blow your mind and rock your world." As they simultaneously slid their hands inside my robe and each cupped the side of a breast and then caressed me with that same hand as it slid down to my hip and then trailed across my pubic hairs. 

That quick act sent a jolt of electricity through me and I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation of what was to come. 

I just had time to get dressed and meet Martin and Jeremy in front of the theatre. As I walked up to them Jeremy said, "I thought you went shopping today, I don't see any bags."

"I couldn't decide on anything" I answered as we went into the theatre and took our seats.

Just before the first act began Anneke went through the audience distributing Oreo cookies to each of the women in the audience explaining that it was for the door prize.

When the main act started Herr Kickens did some magic and suddenly the two Brouwermann Brothers were on the stage facing the audience in only small speedos that barely could contain their huge members. I swallowed in fear and anticipation as Herr Kickens asked the female member of the audience that had a secret message in their Oreo to come up on the stage for her prizes.

When I walked up on the stage Herr Kickens asked my name and if I had ever seen the show before. I honestly answered that I had seen the previous evenings show and had even been asked to remove Alain's shirt and rub his magic lantern as part of the final act. Herr Kickens then gave a little speech about how important audience participation was and thanked me.

Then standing with the two Brouwermanns just behind us Herr Kickens told me that, "Tonight and tonight only as the winner of the door prize I could have a choice of a giant black battery operated dildo or, if I was really a brave, horny and naughty Amsterdammer I could be the "cream in the Brouwermanns cookie."

I hit my mark and then backed away from the offered dildo that Kickens held out to me and backed up until I was standing between the two Brouwermanns and then in a wide-eyed Betty Boop manner I dropped my hands down onto each of their bulging packages and said, "But I want them both!"

The audience's laughter was still in my ears as I turned and dropped to my knees in front of the Brouwermanns with one arm wrapped around each of their inside legs bringing their thighs against my cheeks as I stared at the back of the stage for what seemed like minutes but could only be seconds as I took two deep breaths and then arched my back and sat on my heels as I reached up and pulled down their speedos.

I could not help gasping when I saw the size of the two huge penises dangling just inches from my lips. My heart was thundering in my ears as I gingerly raised each of them to my lips and began to kiss away their two glistening drops of precum. 

Gradually they became more and more erect and I began to alternate between sucking each of their two massive ebony plum like penis heads into my mouth. The pedestal we were on was slowly rotating so that the audience could get a 360 degree view of what was happening and finally I held two totally erect and massive cocks in each hand as I held their cock heads together and licked them simultaneously. My eyes searched the audience for Jeremy and when they first landed on Martin I could see the look of admiration in his eyes and smile as he gave me a secret thumbs up, but the look on Jeremy's face was one of confusion. I could see that he was hurt and angry, but also tremendously fascinated as he stared at his wife's performance in front of what must have been an audience of 50 people.

Then I was being lifted to my feet and they began to simultaneously caress and kiss me as they removed my clothing. They laid me down on the white flacati covered platform as it slowly rotated and with one of them on each side of my body began to caress and kiss my breasts, nipples, neck, ears, hips, thighs and legs as I trembled in pleasure and anticipation.

Finally one of the brothers mounted me and very slowly began to insert himself into my wet and needy pussy as I spread my legs as wide as possible to accommodate him. At first I felt quite a bit of pressure and some discomfort as I adjusted to the size of the head of his penis, but just as the fear of the unknown was beginning to subside I realized that what I was beginning to enjoy so much was just the head of that massive instrument! 

My fear level once again shot up and I could hear my pulse roaring in my ears as ever so slowly and gradually he increased the amount of penetration and as I felt my lips being forced wider and wider I thought about how it felt that first time when I lost my virginity and forced myself to relax as much as possible and concentrate on my increasing level of arousal.

Finally he began to increase the temple of the penetration and his thrusts and withdrawals became faster and faster as I felt myself stretching more and more to accommodate him. I had never been so completely and totally filled before and I was beginning to grunt in satisfaction with each thrust as my hips came up off the platform to meet him with greater and greater animal intensity. 

Then, as I felt the first inklings of my orgasm beginning to build he suddenly withdrew from me and stood up fully erect and took a bow to the applauding audience! I could feel my anger and frustration beginning to rise but before I could react the other brother was filling the hungry void that was left by the first's withdrawal and my legs came up this time and wrapped around his back as I took every last centimeter of this new second black giant.

Now I was becoming quite vocal as my grunting turned into moans of pleasure and I began to repeat over and over again, "That's it! That's it! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" 

Once again just as I could feel my orgasm approaching he suddenly withdrew from me and left me writhing in unfulfilled ecstasy and stood and took a bow to the audience as my hand went to my swollen clitoris and tried unsuccessfully to bring myself back to that same level of pleasure.

Now the first brother lay down on his back next to me and without any prompting I straddled him and quickly inserted that wonderful and massive instrument of pleasure back into my now greedy wet and wanting to pleased pussy. As I pumped up and down on his hardening cock I could feel the other brother rubbing my anus with lubricant and then sliding a lubricated finger into my ass. I could feel his large finger just barely separated by a thin membrane of skin and tissue from his brother's cock thrust into my anal passage with increasing ease as my anal muscle relaxed and began to accept the digital penetration. 

The three of us began to develop a rhythm as my anus began to clasp at the finger in it and I began to smile at and kiss the brother below me as my level of pleasure and satisfaction began to increase once again to the orgasmic level I so desired.

Then suddenly the finger was gone and I felt the brother below me withdraw all but the tip of his penis from me and his hands held the cheeks of my ass open as I felt the tip of the other brother's penis pushing slowly and steadily at my anus. When the head slid into me I began to shake my head from side to side as I bit my bottom lip and then I began to moan louder and louder as I shook my head from side to side, "No, No, No, Please Stop, Please Stop, It won't go! It won't go! Oh God No! Please! Please! Please!" as the invasion of my anal passage slowly and relentlessly continued.

I began to break into a solid sheen of perspiration and I could feel the growing wetness of our mingled perspiration collect under my breasts and in the small of my back as they both skewered me like a lamb on a spit.

But now something had changed. The Brother below me was letting himself slowly sink back into my vaginal passage as the invasion of my anal passage began to become complete. I now felt more filled and more fulfilled than I ever had in my life as I gasped for breath. I was still mumbling incoherently "Please, please, oh God please." But now I was actually begging them to continue. To not stop what they were doing to me.

At first they established a rhythm of withdrawal and insertion opposite to one another and then as I began to tremble with my first orgasm they both filled me completely and held still inside me as my anal and vaginal passages spasmed and clasped their cocks. Then they began to establish a new rhythm and they both began to thrust into me and withdraw at the same time as I began to gasp for air. Strobe lights began to flash on the stage adding to my disorientation as I was shaken by the most gigantic orgasm of my life that I felt radiating out from my center to my hard erect nipples and down to my toes. I think even my dental enamel felt the pleasure as I collapsed like a wet rag between them as they both simultaneously ejaculated into my totally accepting anal and vaginal passages.

After the show only Martin was waiting for me. When I asked where Jeremy was Martin only shrugged and said that he had stalked off into the night with out a word. I was starved so we stopped for Rice Tafel at The Sayan and when we got back to the hotel Jeremy was not there and neither was any of his things. I looked for a note and when I could not find one I looked for my passport and realized that he had taken my passport as well as his with him when he took the passport case.

I went next door and told Martin and he said not to worry that as long as we stayed in the EU the passport would most likely not be a problem. But I did worry because Jeremy had taken all of our money as well as my passport and now I was totally dependent on Martin.



Travelers Ch. 05



Martin was kind enough to delay our departure for Zuid Limburg by a day while we waited to see if Jeremy would come back to the hotel. When he didn't my pride took over and I did not want to wait for him either the next day and we took the still new smelling Mercedes out of the garage and started south to Maastricht and Valkenberg where Van der Meer, the owner of the club and an old friend of Martin's, lived.

We drove from Amsterdam to the Hotel Castle Neerekanne on the Maas River precisely on the border between Belgium and The Netherlands. It was the most interesting, tranquil and beautiful hotel that I had ever stayed at. Martin joked that, even though we had adjoining rooms, I would be sleeping in Belgium tonight and he would be sleeping in The Netherlands. He then told me about a place where he once peed on Belgium, The Netherlands and Germany all at once called Dreilandpunkt not far from where we were. 


Maastricht was nothing like Amsterdam. It was a beautiful and relaxed city with no canals and no graffiti but plenty of tulips. Valkenberg was even nicer. It was in the beginning of the Ardennes in an area of great natural and pastoral beauty. Van der Meer was a delightful host and his villa was actually a converted small castle. 

That night we had a wonderful meal prepared by his chef in the large baroque dining room and afterwards we went into a beautiful library filled with leather bound books and sat in front of a roaring fire while we drank port and nibbled on chocolate from a small chocolate factory from somewhere called Gulpen. The chocolate was much much better than anything Godiva had ever produced.

Van der Meer looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and said, "I hear that you had quite a bit of fun in Amsterdam."

I blushed and then laughed and said, "I enjoyed your club the most of all."

Van der Meer looked at me speculatively and said, "Would you like to see my businesses in Belgium?"

"I thought you were Dutch?" I asked.

"I am, but for tax reasons I have two clubs, of a different sort, in, or I should say just outside of Lanaken, Belgium."

"And what kind of clubs of a different sort would those be?" I asked.

"I own two brothels, one is for twenty to thirty year olds and the second is for thirty to forty year olds." he said.

"You mean that you only allow men of a certain age to patronize the two?" I asked.

"No, No," he answered laughingly, "the women in each brothel must either be between twenty and thirty or thirty and forty. I will not employ any girls younger than 20, although 18 year olds may legally work in brothels, because I think a girl should be at least 20 before she decides to enter the life and take money for sex. She needs to give it away for a few years first in order to know herself and men."

"Are you a good pimp?" I said with a bit of a cheeky smirk.

"I am not a pimp. I am one of the best and most progressive employers in the area. I will not employ anyone beyond 40 even though many women are at their most beautiful and attractive beyond that age because by the time a woman in the business is 40 she should be a millionaire and able to retire and pursue other interests. I provide a child care facility for my single parents and for my married employees. Many of the women in the area with a child and no husband want to work for me because I provide safe employment for them and excellent pre-school for their children. And my clients are among the most successful men in Limburg and many of my employees have met their husbands in my brothels." Van der Meer answered in a very serious manner.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to insult you, I know very little about the brothels or prostitutes other than the sad stereotypes." I said.

"Would you like to see my brothels and talk to some of my employees?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I would. That would be very interesting to me and I would be afraid to ever go near one of those places otherwise from what I have heard and been told." I said.

"A lot of what you have heard and been told is true also. Tomorrow I will first take you to a friend's brothel that I often supply girls too when they do not meet my standards. I will not tolerate tattoos, piercings, girls who use drugs, smoke or even drink too much too often. I only employ the kind of women that the kind of client I want to attract would consider marrying, and if fact many of them do." He said with some degree of smugness.

The next day we started out by touring his friend's brothel and I found the experience very distasteful. The girls were attractive in a hard sort of way, but all of them either had a tattoo or metal hanging from their noses, navels, lips, or brows. The place reeked of cigarettes. The few customers I saw did not seem very successful, clean or well-mannered. When we left I asked Van der Meer how much the girls made an hour.

"They are all basically self-employed," he said, "and they typically charge 50 euros upfront and whatever they can make in ‘tips' above that. I do not allow tips in either of my houses and my girls charge two hundred euros an hour. Each girl has a website with photographs a brief biography and a list of what they will and will not do during that hour."

"How do you know that your girls don't take tips?" I asked.

"Each room has a microphone in it for security as well as two different panic buttons that the girls can push at any time that will bring Bruno or Jan up from the cellar. But by having the right kind of girls I get the right kind of clients and in all the years that I have been open I think that they have only had to come upstairs once at one house and never at the other. As far as the clients know there are no men on the premises of either houses and it is important for the women to feel and be in control at all times as much as possible." He answered.

The next house we visited was the 30 to 40 house and the women were attractive and smiled and laughed and seemed much happier than at Van der Meer's competitor. The place was sparkling clean and it smelled of fresh air and lavender soap. The clients were well dressed successful looking business men who were well mannered, clean and for the most part attractive. I talked with several of the women who were not busy and they were friendly and open. I discovered that most of them were very well educated and many of them were married and in fact many of them had met their husbands here.

When I asked one of the girls doesn't your husband mind you doing this kind of work she told me that he would if it were anywhere else but here. She told me that it was a safe place to work, that condoms were an absolute must at all times and the clients knew that and not only accepted it but appreciated it. She explained that she only worked two days a week and that the child care offered was the best in Limburg and that I should visit the preschool and the school which was accredited and just for the children of employees.

When we left I asked Van der Meer if we could visit the child care facility and he said no problem as we would pass that on the way to the 20 to 30 brothel. The place was sunny, clean, warm and had a caring atmosphere that all of the child care professionals sustained with enthusiasm and professionalism.

"Now I see why you got mad at me calling you a pimp last night." I apologized as we drove down the road to the 20 to 30 brothel. I also began to think that working in one of Van der Meer's brothels for day or two in order to get together enough money to regain some degree of independence from Martin if we did not travel well together and for all I knew Jeremy was back in the states right now cleaning out our joint account I thought.

At the 20 to 30 house I was very impressed my how attractive all the girls were and by the quality of their clientele. Most of the men were not unattractive and they all appeared to be affluent, successful and self-assured and well spoken. I was introduced to Sandra who was an American married to a Dutchman. We hit it off immediately and when she invited me to lunch Van der Meer and Martin said go ahead as Van der Meer said he wanted to spend sometime going over accounts and I could see that Martin was more than interested in spending some time alone with a particularly attractive brunette.

Over lunch Sandra explained to me that she had worked for the same firm as her husband when they met, but because of a non-nepotism policy and the fact that he was in a position well above hers she decided to leave the company. A girlfriend worked here she told me and I decided to come take a look. 

"Hank, my husband, was not too thrilled with the idea until he came and took a look himself and talked with Van der Meer. Now I make ten times more money than my husband does and we intend to retire before we are forty and sail around the Caribbean. I may take a year off though to start a family when I turn 30 next year." She said. "I cannot believe you are 29!" I said.

"Van der Meer has all sorts of beauty spa benefits for his employees and even though I truly love the work I only do it three days a week." She laughed.

"How much money do you think I could make in a day or two?" I asked.

"That really depends on you, but I have an EU labour and you don't so I don't know if Van der Meer would let you work here, he is very strict about obeying the law." She answered.

"If I could talk him into allowing me to just work one day how much do you think I could make?" I asked.

"Well the math is simple," she said, "if you work eight hours and have one client every hour that would be 1600 euros and your take would be 1200 euros because Van der Meer only takes one fourth. That is why he is so great to work for and why he doesn't allow any of his girls to take or ask for tips. Tips are often what cause trouble at houses when the customer things he is getting ripped off for more than he bargained for. Van der Meer is no fool though because he gets all the bar and food profits and he does very well there because a lot of customers, he likes us to call them clients, use the place as more of a social club meeting place than just a brothel."

That night, after explaining to Martin that I needed some money of my own for clothing and other purchases if we were going to travel together, I approached about a one day gig and Van der Meer finally said he would think about it.

The next few days I hung around the 20 to 30 house and got to know some of the clients and all of the girls. Typically only four or five girls worked at a time and they all had very flexible schedules, but they had to have their schedules fixed at least two weeks in advance and then honor them as they did get out of town clients who would drive in to see a particular girl. 

Five girls including Sandra were scheduled for that Saturday and Van der Meer said I could substitute for one of the girls who was having wisdom teeth removed on Friday if she was not up to coming in the next day. That Friday evening over dinner with Van der Meer and Martin at one of Valkenburg's best restaurants situated in an old mill, Van der Meer told me I was on for Saturday because Sandra was having her period and would be acting as receptionist and the girl who had her wisdom teeth out had called and was not up to working.

"So there will be three of us working Saturday." I confirmed.

"Actually five counting Bruno downstairs and Sandra as receptionist." Van der Meer said.

Saturday morning I got to the brothel at ten AM and Sandra had Bruno take some stills and interview on film for the web site and computer in the outer waiting room where clients could look and see what was available. Bruno told me to be as seductive and honest as possible in my interview and explain that I was only available for the one day.

Bruno filmed me in a skin tight black cocktail dress while I looked into the camera and explained that I had never done anything like this before. "In fact," I said with a giggle, "there have only been four men in my life who have been in here." And I pulled up the skirt just high enough to run a finger between my vaginal lips. I then brought the finger to my mouth and pulled down my lower lip and licked my juices off the finger while I explained that in high school and college I held onto my virginity by learning how to do other things very well. Then I said that I sucked my middle finger all the way into my mouth and then pulled it out with a popping sound and gave the camera a mischievous giggle. Bruno said it was one of he hottest interview films he had ever done. 

Sandra was very nervous about something as she explained to me different procedures and went over how to properly put on a condom and what to watch for as signs of possible STD in making visual inspections. She explained that it was important to be in control of the situation at all times and to go with your intuition if you were not comfortable in any situation. 

"The most important and largest sex organ for men and women is the one between our ears." She said in summary.

"Yes, and I'm very good with it," I said with a giggle as I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips.

Sandra and I had a quick laugh at that then she got very serious and said, "Tineke and Eeneka called this morning and Tineke broke her leg late yesterday on her last run at Val d'Isere and they aren't going to make it back, so you should make quite a bit of money today if their bookings want to transfer over to you." 

"You mean I'm the only girl?" I asked with some degree of trepidation.



Travelers Ch. 06



Sandra just looked at me and nodded her head yes and then said, "I hope you're up to the challenge."

Tineke and Eeneka both had nooners and when they both showed up promptly at noon Sandra explained the problem and then showed them my video. When they both wanted an hour with me she explained to them that in order to try and accommodate everyone that we would take appointments of one half hour for the first time for 100 euros a half hour. The two clients flipped a coin to see who would have me first. 

I was very nervous when my first ever ‘customer' or ‘John' came into my room, but when he asked for ‘French' I felt more confident because I knew that I would be able to please him in that way better than most. What I did not bargain for was the taste of the condom in my mouth! It was like chewing on a rubber band and what I liked the most about sucking cock was the silky feel of the skin and the hot salty taste of sperm in my mouth and both of those were denied to me with the use of a condom.

I must have risen to the task though in spite of my distaste for the condom though because when he went back into the waiting room and the other customer said, "How was she?" 

He said, "She has the most incredibly talented mouth I have ever experienced."

I did not know that at the time and when my second customer asked for ‘French' as well I thought it was because of my interview tape. I was disappointed when he did because I was now pretty hot and I found sucking cock in a condom very unsatisfying, but I gave him my best effort and soon had him holding my head saying over and over again, "You suck it so good, you suck it so good."

In the meantime two walk ins had arrived and Sandra explained our situation to them and showed them my tape. When my second customer entered the waiting room he said to Sandra, "That girl has the most incredibly talented mouth of any one in Limburg; please; please talk her into becoming a regular!"

Well the end result of that statement was that I had to do two more blow jobs and by the time I finished sucking my fourth condom covered cock my mouth was burning and I had a taste in my mouth like I had been eating automobile tires!

We had a lull then and Sandra came in and said, "Did you attend MIT?"

When I asked what she meant she told me that all my customers were saying that I had the most incredibly talented mouth they had ever experienced and laughed.

I told her that I did not think it was so funny because I was now horny as hell and had a rubber taste in my mouth. She laughed and tossed me some gum and started to say something when suddenly it sounded like half the world was coming in the front door. Sandra headed back up front and I rinsed my mouth with mouth wash and opened up three pieces of gum to chew.

After a few minutes Sandra was back in the room and said, "We got a problem! The Ubach over Worms soccer club just beat their local rivals the Heerlen soccer club and they are here to celebrate and there are fourteen of them."

"I don't think the last guy is going to want to wait seven hours for me." I said to her.

Sandra told me that they were watching my film right now and perhaps only some of them would want to stay she then paused and said, "But if they all want you would you be willing to pull a train?"

"You mean do a gangbang?" I asked incredulously. 

"No I mean pull a train; that is a much more controlled situation. I will be your conductor and make sure that they all stay orderly and take their turns and behave themselves and wear their condoms at all times." She said very seriously.

"How do we talk them into that?" I asked.

"We let them talk themselves into all having you at once, one right after another, no waiting and no preliminaries." She said then paused and said, "Are you up to that?"

"Sandra you are asking me to fuck more than three times as many men as I have had in my entire life one after another. What if I say yes and after four or five I just can't do anymore?" I asked.

"Then I offer to refund their money and apologize that you weren't up to the task and we hope that they all leave quietly. If you decide to do this the most important thing is that we control the situation at all times. I will let you make the final decision after you have had a chance to meet with them and gauge whether or not you think you can do this." Sandra explained as she turned back to the waiting room.

In the waiting room the film was just ending as Sandra walked back in and she explained to the team that since I was the only girl and since there were so many of them that she would offer them a half price special if they wanted to try and see if they could convince me to pull a train. Then Sandra came back to me and told me that I should go out front and talk to them and see if I felt like giving it a try.

When I walked into the waiting room I was knocked off my feet at how many men fourteen are when you are contemplating taking them all on, but I was also knocked off my feet at how athletically fit , young and good looking they all were. 

I looked around the room and could feel myself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of doing this many hunks one right after another. I was already horny and frustrated from my morning blowjobs and I knew that I wanted them as badly as they wanted me. Sandra asked them all to sit down and I walked to the front of the room in the same skin tight black cocktail dress I wore in my introduction film.

"Gentlemen we have to have some strict ground rules if I am going to consent to…to doing this…you…all of you. I have only had intercourse with four different men in my entire life so if I am going to do this you are all going to have to make me some promises." I said.

The room got quiet and I could feel them waiting to know my terms.

"Everyone in the room with me will have to have a condom on at all times. Once a condom has been…used, you will be expected to dispose of it and put a new one on before returning to the room. In return for your cooperation if I don't satisfy everyone in the room we will refund the money of those who I could not do. There are fourteen of you and I have never done anything like this before, so to be honest with you I don't know if I will be able to do you all or not, although I know my little pussy is very hungry and horny and really wants to be a very naughty girl, I can't promise anything." I said with a giggle to break the tension.

"How do we decide who goes first?" one of the team said.

"We go by who scored the most goals." Another said.

"You would say that, you scored the most goals, but I like the idea since you scored three and I scored two that means I'm second." Said a third.

"I scored one goal so I'm fourth." Another said.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you are all forgetting that no goals at all were scored by Heerlen and that is because of our goalie. As team captain I say the goalie goes first then the highest scorers to the lowest scorers and then, because of my excellent leadership, the team captain and after that in order of jersey number from lowest to the highest." Said one of the players who obviously was the team's captain.

Sandra took me aside and said that I should go back to the big room the one with the adjustable bed that could be adjusted to any height. She also told me to put a lot of lubricant on, but what she didn't know at the time was that I could feel my moisture running down my legs already in anticipation.

I went back to the room and with a thundering heart stripped down to my thigh highs and heels and got up on the high bed. I could feel each pulse of my heart in my rigid nipples and clitoris and I was trembling in a combination of fear and arousal as I waited for my first.



Travelers Ch. 07



When the team goalie came into the room he was already totally erect and totally nude except for his condom. He walked up to the foot of the bed and reached down with his hands behind my knees and pulled my bottom to the end of the bed and slid his entire length into me without saying so much as a word. I gasped at the deliciousness of the feeling of a hot hard cock in my hungry core and I could feel myself once again searching for satisfaction, but before I could get any closer to my elusive goal I could feel him shuttering his climax into me. After a few more thrusts he withdrew and went into the bathroom to clean up.

When the high scorer came up to the bed I was not the least bit shocked or disappointed at the lack of foreplay this time as I wanted another hard cock in me as quickly as possible. This time the soccer player took the time to caress the sides of my breasts even though he entered me just as quickly, and unfortunately came just as quickly.

I could not figure out why they were so primed when they got to me. What I did not know at the time was that Sandra, my 'conductor' had collected the money than told them all that as 'conductress' she would only let them 'board' the train after she punched their ticket. When one of them asked what she meant she said that she would have to inspect every one of them to make sure that they had their condoms on correctly.

"Gentlemen I will be sitting just inside the door to the room and if you want on the train I will have to give your condom wearing skills going over, but don't worry, it won't hurt a bit because I promise not to bite." She said with a laugh as she licked her lips. And that was why they were all coming to me so erect and ready. 

Afterwards Sandra told me that she was sucking them all to full attention as she put it to make them cum faster when they got to me and to make the process orderly but enjoyable for them. At the time though what she was doing was causing my level of frustration to slowly reach the boiling point.

The next two players were repeat performances of the first two and I found myself on a sexual plateau just short of cumming when the team captain's turn came. The team captain was in no hurry even though Sandra had primed him for me. He did not walk up to the bed and go straight between my legs like the others. He walked to the head of the bed and bent down and just prior to kissing me said, "Thanks for doing this for the team."

I looked up into his blue eyes and before I knew what I was saying I said, "Please...please make me cum." 

I think he heard the plaintive pleading and need in my voice because he stepped back and ran his hands over my body and then kissed me again and said, "I will make sure that everyone considers your pleasure as much as their own from now on." Then I heard some of the team still waiting urging him to hurry up and he smiled and slowly entered me and established a slow grinding circular rhythm that was the most sensuous of any of the players up until then.

As I began to feel more and more frustrated with ever reaching an orgasm I began to rub my nipples as he thrust in and out of me in long slow strokes and then I heard him say, "What kind of a team are we? Susie (he got my name wrong) should not have to stimulate her own breasts! We need two men to cover these nipples with their tongues."

A few minutes later when I was groaning in pleasure and telling them how good it felt to have six hands caressing me and both nipples being licked and sucked at once the team captain leaned over me with his cock as deep into me as he could get it and said, "Have you ever had your toes sucked?"

When I smiled and just shook my head no he said, "We need two toe suckers, any volunteers?" In less than ten seconds I felt both my big toes being sucked into two different mouths. It was such a strange feeling, but after a few minutes I began to get very aroused by it and I thought I had some idea what it must be like to be on the receiving end of one of my blow jobs.

And then it hit me! I had stopped thinking about it. I had stopped seeking it. And it came! I began to thrust myself up off the bed into him harder and harder and my whole body was straining so hard that I broke into a fine film of perspiration and I began to scream, "Yes, yes, yes! Oh God Yes!" as the biggest orgasm of my life up till then swept over my body.

I could feel my vagina spasm and clamp tightly around the team captain and then he was cumming too and when he pulled out of me I could almost simultaneously feel the rush of cool air into me and its replacement with another hot hard cock. Only now my plateau of sexual arousal was on a higher orgasmic plane and I began to cum with every thrust. I was so frantic in my arousal that with each new entry I could feel my vaginal muscles working the cocks like the muscles in my mouth had in high school and college.

Sandra came up to me and said, "Are you alright?"

I looked at her and said, "Don't let them stop, oh God please don't let them stop."

Sandra stepped away from the bed and said, "You heard the lady, if any of you want a second or a third even, I think she is up for it."

The team, my sex team, did not leave until after five in the evening and by then my knees were so shaky when I got off the bed that I almost fell. My breasts were red and irritated from stubble burns and my clitoris was engorged and swollen to five times its normal size. My lips were swollen and it became painfully obvious that I could not put my Levis back on so Sandra gave me a loose dress to wear. She had called Martin and asked him if he would come pick me up because she told him, "I'm not sure I trust her alone with a cab driver in her state."

When Martin arrived he took one look at my glazed expression and said, "I think I know what the problem is and the cure," and he took me back to The Hotel Castle Neerekanne.

Martin took me up to my room and asked, "Did you pull a train?"

I looked at him smiled and simply said, "All aboard!"

"I think you had GPS earlier and now you have KPS," he said.

I looked at him with a mischievous smile licked my lips and asked, "I certainly did have Greedy Pussy Syndrome but what is KPS?

"It usually follows GPS and it stands for Kranky Pussy Syndrome." Martin said with a laugh.

"And its symptoms are...?" I asked.

"Contact dermatitis, I see that on your neck, stubble burn, and I suspect your breasts, your nipples are now so sensitive that your blouse feels like sandpaper against them and your clitoris is so swollen that you feel every pulse in it. You are so primed for sex that you feel like you could fuck the entire Dutch army right now, but you are so sensitized that you don't want to be touched anywhere by anybody." He summarized.

"You must be some kind of a mind reader Martin, how do you know all that?" I asked.

"I suffered through this with Ulla many times until I discovered the cure. Go ahead and take a shower and shampoo while I run a special soaking bath for you in my room." He said.

Martin walked to the phone and called first housekeeping and asked if they had any powdered starch and if they would bring it up to the room. He then called the kitchen and asked to speak to Giancarlo the chef. He asked him if it was possible to get risotto con tartufi but then was reminded that it would not be available until November. Martin then said, "Of course, my apologies, would it be possible to get two servings of your ravioli con fungi and gorgonzola a bottle of Amarone and a bottle of your best Champagne sent up?"

When I came out of the shower Martin was running about five inches of scalding water into the bottom of the bathtub and then he sprinkled powdered starch in and began to mix it around until it was totally dissolved. He then added cold water until the bath was tepid and told me to soak until room service brought us dinner, but that I should just gently pat myself dry when I got out.

Over dinner Martin asked if my skin felt soothed and I told him that it did and asked why risotto and why pasta. He told me he knew I was famished and depending on what I was doing with my mouth this afternoon he knew that warm pasta was the best choice. When I asked about the wines he told me Amarone was wonderful with this pasta as well as roast meats and that the champagne was as much for the ice as the champagne.

"And what do you intend to do with the ice?" I asked.

"You may want to give yourself that part of the treatment as it involves intimate contact." Martin said. "Martin I am so sore, so horny and so sensitive that I would prefer someone like yourself who has had previous experience with this situation to be the one to give me the full treatment whatever that is." I said to him with total conviction.

After dinner Martin got up from the table and gathered up every towel and bathmat in our two rooms and disappeared into his bedroom for a few minutes. Then he returned and poured us each a large glass of champagne and told me to go into his bedroom and lay down on the towels. 

Martin came into the bedroom and scooped up a glass of ice and ice water with a tumbler and drank it and chewed the ice. I lay on the bed watching him in fascination wondering what 'the treatment' would be. Then with a cube of ice still in his mouth he got on the bed with me and unloosened my robe and began to kiss my nipples allowing the ice cube to touch them. Next he moved down to my knees and began to work his way up to my inner thighs with a new piece of ice in his mouth. I spread my legs wider in anticipation of what was coming and then he kissed my vaginal lips with his cold mouth and tongue and suddenly I felt the rounded ice cube shoot into me, then another and a few minutes later yet another.

I giggled and said, "That is so cold, but maybe it will put out the fire."

Martin continued to gently soothe me until I began to drift into a dreamy state of relaxation. Then I felt him gently spread my lips and suck my horribly swollen clitoris into his cool cold mouth as his tongue stroked me. I could feel myself and the bed becoming increasingly wet as the ice cubes melted inside me and were replaced by more.

The next morning I woke up in my own bed. At some point I had fallen into a deep and soothing sleep and Martin had carried me back into my room and put me into my own bed. When I walked into his room he was sitting in the window alcove reading his Wall Street Journal in a white terry cloth robe. I walked up to him totally nude and stood in front of him with the morning sunlight streaming in through the window and stood there until he sensed my presence and lowered the paper.

Martin smiled at me and said, "What would you like for breakfast?"

I dropped to me knees in front of him and undid his robe and buried my head between his knees taking him in one hand and looked up into his eyes and simply said, "You."

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If this story is well received, Suze will be continuing her travels into France.



Travelers Ch. 08



I was nervous during the drive down to Paris because I did not have a passport, but Martin assured me that we would be able to drive right into France without a problem. I now had a little more than 1200 euros of my own and that fact relieved my anxiety. 

Sandra had introduced me to Tineke the day before we left for Paris and Tineke thanked me for covering for her and told me the name and phone number of someone she had worked for in Paris when she attended the Cordon Bleu cooking school. She told me she still liked to cook, but she had made so much money working as an escort that year she was a student that she decided that she would stay ‘in the life' for a few more years. The woman's name was Immanuel and I took the name and telephone number just in case.

Martin had booked us into the Hotel Crillon and when we checked in the desk clerk told Martin that he had booked his son and daughter (with a nod toward me) into an adjoining room. Martin thanked him and said that his son-in-law would not be joining us. On the way up the elevator he explained that he made the booking in that manner in the interest of discretion before we left the states, but since Jeremy did not know what hotel he had made reservations at it would be very unlikely he would be joining us.

That evening we had dinner at Taillevent and I was amazed at the quality of the food and the wine. The meal with wine cost almost as much as my entire little nest egg and when I thanked Martin profusely for his generosity he told me that he would be flying up to Stockholm for a few days while I got my passport replaced. He told me that he would return to Paris the evening of the 22nd or 23rd depending on flights and not to worry as the hotel was booked and paid for through the 25th of June.

When I asked why he was going up to Stockholm Martin told me that he always spent Midsommars Afton or mid summers eve, the longest day of the year there. 

"Sounds like a lover's rendezvous Martin." I said with an arched eyebrow.

"It is." He answered in a choked voice and then explained that he had spread Ulla's ashes in a park called Svansholm Parken or The Swans' Home Park in a suburb of Stockholm called Stocksund. 

"We once lived in the villa just overlooking the park, the Villa Vegeta it was called. The man who built it made his fortune in China and was a vegetarian. Ulla wanted to be cremated and she wanted her ashes spread in the gazebo in that park that is right on the point of the sound. That was the place where we first met, the place where we first kissed and the place where I proposed." He said with tears in his eyes as he continued. "Every year on the longest day of the year I go there before sunset and share my past year of adventures with her until the sun comes up again. At that time of year in Sweden that period of time is less than two hours, but at the end of those two hours I feel like going on for at least one more year. I still keep the apartment we had there even though I only come there once a year"

I said nothing and simply reached across the table and took his hand.

When we got back to the hotel I asked Martin if he would like me to share his bed that night. I had had Martin in my mouth, but I wanted to have vaginal intercourse with him and hold him in my arms and comfort him afterwards.

Martin looked at me for a long time and then said, "I would like nothing more and an old man like me does not get an offer like that very often if at all, but I think I will take a rain check if you don't mind." And he disappeared into his room.

….

The next morning I went to the American Embassy and started the process of replacing my passport. I then went to a travel agent and was shocked at how much a one way ticket was back to the states. I wasn't sure that I wanted to go back so early in the summer, but I wanted to know that if I decided to go my own way I would have enough money to buy a ticket home. I could not believe the fact that I didn't!

After some sobering reflection I decided to call the number of Immanuel that Tineke had given me and see if I could earn some extra money while Martin was up in Sweden.

"Do you speak English?" I asked the voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I do. How can I help you?" Came back at me in pure clear and beautiful and well educated English.

"Tineke in Maastricht gave me your number and I was wondering if you had any openings?" I said in a voice much more confident than I really felt.

"Typically I hire only well educated women who have not been in the life prior to coming to work for me, but I will give Tineke a call and I will call you back to arrange an interview if I decide that I might have a need for you. What is your telephone number?" She asked.

When I gave her my telephone number Immanuel said, "You are staying at the Crillon?"

After a split second's hesitation I simply said, "Yes."

….

An hour later Immanuel's call was put through to my room and she told me that because of Tineke's recommendation and because I could not be staying at the Crillon if I were ‘common' she would like to have lunch with me. 

During that lunch Immanuel asked me very many questions on all subjects from art to history to men. She also was very observant of how I carried myself and my manners. Finally she said, "I have a special situation that I believe you may be perfect for. I think that you are in your middle twenties but you could easily pass for a twenty year old. What I have in mind for you will require some deception on your part. I have a very good client who has a son that has now graduated from university and is a virgin. My client wants to arrange a girl for him, but he does not want his son to know that it is a professional. He wants someone fresh, young and kind for his son's first time."

"That is quite a responsibility." I said.

"Yes, that is exactly what it is when you take someone's virginity, a responsibility." She said in a serious voice before continuing, "The father wants to meet the girl first and interview her before sending her up to his son's room. They are staying at The George the Fifth and you will meet the father in the dining room at seven this evening. His name is Paul Michaels."

….

At precisely seven that evening I was shown to the table of an attractive businessman in his early fifties. I noticed immediately that his clothing was all bespoke tailoring including his shirts with their intricate yet tastefully monogrammed sleeves.

We talked for almost an hour while we shared Petrossian caviar and toast points. Paul started out by asking me if I had ever dated any nerds in high school and I laughed and said, "Nerds by definition don't go out on dates, but I did belong to the chess club in high school and many of my best friends were what people refer to as nerds. A few years later at a high school reunion many of those nerds showed up with what people like to refer to as ‘trophy wives'. I was friends with many of them before they married and I naturally became friends with their ‘trophy wives'. Those wives were beautiful and intelligent enough not to be taken in just by appearances and they had married loving, kind, intelligent and successful men. Not all beautiful people are shallow. I have always hated labels, it's a way for mean people to try and put down other people."

Paul gave me a long look and then said, "My son is a mathematical genius and a graduate of MIT, but at an absolute loss when it comes to meeting women. He has a great deal of confidence about mathematics, geography and chess but he does not have a lot of self-confidence when it comes to interacting with women, especially beautiful ones like you. My son confessed to me last week that he was still a virgin and that he was beginning to think he would someday be an eccentric old math professor living alone with his cats and that would be as close as he ever got to any, excuse the expression, pussy."

We both laughed as Paul ruefully shook his head. 

When the waiter came Paul told him that we would not be having dinner in the dining room after all, but would like to order and have the meal delivered to his room.

"We would like a bottle of your finest champagne, a dozen Belon flats, an entrecote with béarnaise and a salad Nicoise, sent to room 436." He said without hesitation as he handed the waiter the menus.

In the elevator Paul explained to me that he had told his son he had a business meeting and that he would be meeting him for dinner sometime after seven. When we got to his room he called his son's room down the hall and said, "Dave I'm sorry but I am going to have to have dinner with my clients, but I ordered room service for you and it should be coming up to your room in the next half hour."

After he got off the phone he explained that the meal he had ordered was his son's favorite and said, "After the meal is delivered here I will tell them to just leave it on the cart, you will then take it to room 454 and after that how you seduce my son will depend upon your ingenuity. Long ago I had the birds and bees talk with my son and he should have a package of condoms in his shave kit or somewhere. If he is the conscientious young man that I think he is he will want to use them, if not, please insist that he does. I know you don't have to worry about picking up any STD's from him as he is a virgin, but I have no idea how healthy you are so please be insistent on that. I will pay you 500 euros for every hour that you spend together with him so that is a pretty good incentive. Take off your wedding band, but leave the engagement ring on. I don't want my son hurt. If you succeed and he thinks he is in love with you afterwards, and young men often do when their first time is with a woman as beautiful as you, that engagement ring will be your way of letting him down gently."

When the waiter came with the cart Paul leaned around the door and said, "Just leave the cart please I prefer to set-up the meal myself."

Paul looked at the ice covered tray containing the twelve oysters and said, "I am not sure what tempts me more; my son's oysters or his dessert?" and he gave me a lecherous look to let me know he meant me in terms of his son's dessert.

"I have never had an oyster and I don't know how anyone could even think of eating a raw oyster." I said and without a second's hesitation Paul squeezed some fresh lemon on one of the oysters and used the small fork to pull it from its shell and before I could react put it in my mouth!"

I swallowed in surprised shock and said, "My god that was wonderful, it's like eating the sea!"

Paul laughed and said, "Something's you just gotta do without thinking about them." And with that opened the door and pushed the cart out into the hall and said, "Good luck and remember you have a real responsibility, he is fragile and insecure when it comes to women."

….

When I knocked on the door I heard, "Just a minute and then a few minutes later the door came open and I saw a tall skinny male in his early twenties walking back into the room to the table and looking perplexed at a pile of papers filled with mathematical equations. He had not even looked at me when he said, "I'm sorry but could you just leave the cart. It is taking me longer than I thought to get these in order."

"I don't mind waiting while you clear the table." I said.

For the first time he looked at me and I could see by the shocked expression that he was not expecting an attractive young woman in a cocktail dress. He hesitated and then said, "You're American and somehow I don't believe you work in the kitchen, at least not in that dress."

I laughed and said, "No, I don't and yes I am. My brother works in the kitchen. He is finishing his apprenticeship there and they are so swamped this evening that he sort of broke the rules and asked me to deliver this meal. I hope you don't mind."

"No…it's alright." He said.

"What is all that?" I said looking at the table full of papers with mathematical permutations and for the first time noticing that the bed was equally covered in mathematics.

"I do algorithms, this is one that I think I am on the verge of and well, once I get thinking it is hard to stop. I have two that I have the rights to and this one could be even more important." He said.

"Are they valuable?" I asked.

"I have been lucky, my first two have had very important applications and the financial rewards have been commensurate, but I develop them for the sheer mathematical beauty of them and the money is really only secondary to me." He said reaching for his wallet to give me a tip.

"No, no that's not necessary and in fact I have a confession to make." I said laughingly.

"What is that?" He responded.

"I ate one of your oysters. I'm sorry but I have never had a raw oyster before and I just wanted to see what it would be like." I explained.

"Well I have bad news for you," he said, "you started at the top and it can only be downhill from here. You just ate one of the Belon Flats from Belon in Brittany and as far as oysters go they don't get any better than that. It is all downhill for you from here in the oyster department, unless you want to move to Concarneau, Riec sur Belon or Pont Aven."

"Can I have another one? I haven't had dinner" I said with a grin.

"If you haven't had dinner oysters won't do it for you. They are the one food that will not fill you up no matter how many of them you eat, well at least for me" He said uncertainly.

I noticed on a coffee table in the corner a chess set and said, "Is that yours?"

"Yeah, my Dad and I try to play at least one game everyday. We have since I was a kid." He said.

"I'll tell you what; I'll play you for your oysters." I said with a laugh.

"I don't think that would be a good idea because my entrecote would go cold." He said as he put a fry in his mouth.

I reached down and helped myself to a fry and looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, "You think I can't play chess because I'm a girl?"

"Ok, we can play a game while I eat my steak and fries; you can have that salad if you would like and we will play for who gets the oysters." He said shaking his head ruefully in the same manner his father had earlier.

"By the way, my name is Suze." I said.

"I'm Dave." He answered and stuck out his hand.

When we began to play Dave immediately said, "I have to insist that if you touch a piece that you will move it."

I nodded a yes and had to hide the fact that I was beginning to steam. What did he think? That I was some sort of a dunce who didn't know en passant from passing? I had played chess for four years against my older brother and never won a game until at the age of 12, in a fit of frustrated rage I went to the local library and checked out every book they had on chess and secretly read and studied them for the next two and a half months. The next time I played my brother I destroyed him, but he wrote it off to his not paying attention to my moves and when we played the next game he said, "If you beat me this time I will get the mail in my skivvies."

My brother went to the mail box that day in his skivvies and in fact he never beat me at chess again and whenever I felt like teaching him a lesson (my term for playing him a game of chess) I would say, "Do you feel like getting the mail in your skivvies again?" My brother would never bet on a chess game, at least not with me, again.

During high school I played several tournaments and often beat rated players much older than I was at the time, but gradually I drifted away from chess and when I went away to college I only found time to play against computers. Computer chess was too slow and too predictable for me and I finally stopped playing all together. Now I was being condescended to by someone who had no idea what kind of a player I was, or could be.

I took a look at the board and pieces. The pieces were hand carved alabaster, probably from Volterra. The pieces were the classic Staunton design. I suddenly realized that my opponent was also not a casual player as I looked down at the inlayed wooden board that gave off a beautiful aroma and wondered what sort of wood it was made from. Then I noticed on a shelf not far away two more clues: A chess clock and chess notation pads!

Knowledge that others don't have is power I thought. He doesn't know that I know he is a formidable opponent and he underestimates my abilities as a chess player. I can win the first game just based on that I thought. When he put a white pawn and a black pawn behind his back and then brought his hands forward I was relived when I chose the hand containing the black pawn. I could follow his opening and pretend to not understand the nuances of the game longer if I did not have to open.

His opening was standard textbook Kings Gambit and I could tell that he was paying more attention to his steak and frites than to his game or my moves as I slowly developed pieces seemingly in response to his moves. Then he brought out his queen too soon in anticipation of a quick mate. I wanted to smile in satisfaction as I quietly countered and continued to develop my position and pieces while causing him to make a few wasted moves to defend his queen. Those wasted moves allowed me to castle without losing momentum, momentum that my opponent did not even know I had as I developed my plan. 

When I castled I made one mistake and I could tell by the questioning look in his eyes that he was beginning to reconsider the game and my abilities. My mistake was that I castled correctly by moving the king to its place first and then the rook. He had said touch move and I was afraid if I did not do it correctly he could disallow the castle as had once happened in an open tournament game I had played against a highly rated chess master who was desperately trying to win anyway he could and save his reputation from the coming defeat at the hands of a 15 year old girl.

As we moved into the end game I could tell that he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that he had not castled and that his development was flawed and I had gained control of the center. He was now beginning to pay more attention to the game, to my game, and it was now increasingly my game, then to his steak and fries. 

When he tried to fork my queen and king I looked up at him with a smile before I made the necessary move to stop the threat and said, "Although I know you would really like to fork me, I don't think I can let that happen, at least not so easily."

Dave turned red with embarrassment at my double entendre and looked back down at the board in concentration in an attempt to hide it from me.

I now knew that if he did not sacrifice his queen to stop it I would be able to begin a six move combination that by forcing his moves would result in checkmate. When he moved his queen to safety I said, "Would you open the champagne, I think it would go down well with my oysters?"

His response was an amused smile until I brought my bishop across the diagonal and said, "Check " and then dropping the gauntlet totally and letting him know who he was dealing with added, " with Mate to follow in six moves."

Dave stared at the board and then quietly turned his king onto its side and looked up into my eyes and said, "I apologize, I underestimated you as a player and as a person."

I laughed and said, "I will share the oysters with you if you share the champagne."

While we fed each other the oysters and drank champagne I told Dave the story of how I had learned the game and finally prevailed over my older brother and we both laughed at the fact that he had to get the mail in his skivvies.

"Now that I know who I am playing I don't think you will be able to beat me so let's have another go." Dave said after we finished the oysters and most of the champagne.




Travelers Ch. 08



"I have seen your game too and you know what? I am so sure that I will win the next game that I will make you a bet. If I lose the next game I will play the tie breaker in my skivvies and since I only have a thong and thigh highs on under this dress and no bra I must be pretty certain." I said.

"Not that it can happen, but what if I lose?" Dave asked.

"Before my brother shanghaied me into this delivery I was on my way dancing so if you lose you take me dancing." I said.

"I hate dancing and I'm terrible at it, but I will take the bet because I won't lose." He said.

The next game was tense, we both wanted to win. I had forgotten that my job was to seduce him and take his virginity. All I wanted to do was win and I reasoned that if we went dancing together I could still seduce him afterwards.

When he castled to the queen's side I thought I saw a chance to trade up and I took a rook for a bishop, but as the game progressed I could slowly feel the game's momentum turn in his favor and when he sacrificed his queen I looked at the board in chagrin as I realized that I would soon be mated.

I looked up and said to him as I quietly turned my king onto its side, "You are going to mate me and there is nothing I can do to stop it." 

When I stood up and begin to unzip my dress Dave said, "You don't have to do that."

I responded with, "A bet is a bet," as the black cocktail dress slid down my hips in a pool of silk around my high heels on the carpet.

Dave looked at me in awe as I stood in front of him in only a pair of white thigh highs, thong and white high heels. I finally broke the embarrassing silence in the room by saying, "Could you turn the thermostat up a little, I am getting gooseflesh." 

When he reluctantly walked over to the thermostat I could see that he was trying to hide his erection and I busied myself setting the board up for the tie breaker.

Dave had no chance. Every time I moved I would lean forward and his attention would move away from the game to my breasts. He did not resign though even when his situation was totally hopeless because he was enjoying the game so much even if he was losing. 

When I finally said, "Check and Mate," it was nearly one in the morning. 

Dave looked at me and said, "Do you still want to go dancing?"

"No, it's too late to go out, but the music on the radio is nice so lets dance right here." I said as I walked into his arms and put my chest against his and my arms around his neck.

When we kissed my heart was thudding in my chest and I began to wonder if somewhere along the way I had lost control of the situation as his hands slid up my sides and came to rest on the sides of my breasts.

We quickly found ourselves on the bed and as his hands ran up and down my body I unbuttoned his shirt and was pleasantly surprised at the fact that his long sleeve shirt had hidden the fact that he worked out regularly. My next surprise came when, after getting him out of his shirt I unbuckled his pants and pushed them down his hips.

When I came into the room I immediately noticed his bare feet. They must have been a size 13 triple E. When we played chess I noticed how big his hands were as well so I should not have been surprised in retrospect at what I discovered when I pushed his pants and underwear over his hips, but I was.

"You're so big!" I said as I tried to wrap my hand around his throbbing pulsating penis.

I was planning on asking him to get a condom when he removed my thong and when he started to slide it down my hips and legs I started to say something, but before I could he said, "I don't have any condoms. I threw them away last week." "Why?" I asked.

"I know its stupid, but they were so old and I just sort of gave up on the idea that I would ever use them." He said.

Now I was faced with a dilemma. If I got my condoms from my purse what would he think, especially when later I told him I was engaged to someone back in the states? I didn't know why, but it was important to me that he think I was a ‘nice' girl who found herself having a spontaneous fling in Paris and for that reason I said, "It's OK, I'm on the pill."

What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm. By the time he had my thong off I was totally wet, but it still took sometime before I could adjust to his size and girth as he slowly entered me after a few unsuccessful attempts. When he was finally all the way inside me I wrapped my legs around his and tried to catch my breath as he began to rock me back and forth on the bed. Slowly he began to slightly withdraw himself and then re-enter me with a sensual circular motion that was beginning to drive me wild as I felt myself strain up to meet his slow teasing insertions. 

As wet as I was I felt that if he moved any faster or further in his penetrations of me it would be painful until my pussy was even more lubricated and then mother nature took care of that. Suddenly I heard him groan and felt him ejaculating into me so much sperm that I could feel it gushing up the sides of my vagina and running down my lips and pooling under us. 

My immediate response was tremendous disappointment that he had come so quickly, but then I realized that he was just as hard as he ever was and had only increased the depth and tempo of his penetration that the additional lubrication had allowed. 

I began to moan as we became totally lost in one another. The bed was banging so loudly against the wall that I knew we were waking up whoever was in the next room, but I couldn't care. My nails dug into his ass cheeks as I tried to pull him deeper and deeper into me and he began to almost completely withdraw from my clasping lips with each stroke as he thrust into me with more and more force. I began to shutter and my vaginal walls began to spasm as the most intense orgasm of my life came crashing down on me and I felt like we were melting into one another as he began to cum into me for the second time.

I did not know that I was crying until I heard Dave ask, "Why are you crying?"

"That was so wonderful that's why." I answered.

We cuddled in that pool of wet love and kissed for awhile until it was obvious that neither of us wanted to sleep. I kissed my way down his chest and stomach and when I took the head of his penis into my mouth I heard him groan and could feel it already beginning to grow. I had to concentrate on just the head because I could not get more than a third of him into my mouth even when he was not fully erect. After a few minutes I threw my leg over him and straddled him as I slowly impaled myself.

Our third time lasted a very long time and we went from my being on top facing him to my being on top facing his feet and then on my knees with him entering me from behind and back to the missionary position over a period of more than an hour! By the time I could tell that his third orgasm was not far away I had already become multi-orgasmic. 

We were bathed in sweat, the bed was a total mess, we had knocked over the lamp on the nightstand and I had broken a nail and left some pretty deep scratch marks on Dave's ass and we still could not get enough of one another. When he finally did cum there was almost a froth between us of body fluids and when he rolled off of me I frantically took his flaccid cock into my mouth (now at last I could get all of him into my mouth at least for a little while) and gradually brought him back to rigidity. 

Finally shortly after sunrise we pulled the bed clothes up off the floor as the sweat on our bodies began to give us a chill and fell into an exhausted sleep in each others arms.



Travelers Ch. 09



We slept until a little after twelve when the insistent ringing of the phone finally woke us in a tangle of legs, arms and bedding. 

Dave answered the phone and I heard one half of the following conversation:

"Sorry, I had no idea it was that late. I sort of met somebody last night and, well if you don't mind, I'd like to skip lunch." 

Dave turned to me and said, "Do you have plans for today?"

"Not really" I answered with a smile. 

Yeah, I know we are catching the red-eye tomorrow morning. Thanks, I knew you would understand. Seven it is and make a reservation for three." Dave said into the phone

After hanging up the phone Dave turned to me and kissed the tip of my nose then both eyes and then my mouth and asked, "What would you like to do today?" 

"Well if this were the states I would say find a pancake house and have a short stack, two fried eggs, hash browns and bacon with a pot of strong black coffee." I answered.

"I miss American breakfasts when I'm over here too, but I feel like we both could use some fresh air and a walk." He said.

"Have you looked outside, it's pouring! How can we take a walk and get fresh air? Are you thinking of one of the Paris' museums full of dehumidified air and dead art?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "No I was thinking of a taxi to near the Place de la Republic and a long walk back from there to near this hotel."

"With umbrellas I hope!" I exclaimed.

"No umbrellas and only mad dashes across streets into secret passages, well not really secret, but not that well known either." He said with a smile.

"I can't exactly go for a walk in Paris on a rainy day in a cocktail dress and high heels, secret passages or no secret passages." I said.

"Take a shower and I'll go get some croissants and then after that we'll figure out how to spend the day." He said as he pulled his pants on and began to button his shirt while slipping into boat shoes without socks.

He was out the door before I could even get in the shower. He must have returned while I was using the hair dryer because I never heard him come in, but when I walked back into the bedroom there was a pot of coffee, croissants, pain au raisin and several sacks of clothes.

"What's all this?" I said looking at the bags.

Dave pulled out three identical pairs of black leather pants, three identical grey silk blouses and three identical black leather vests and said, "I got things in what I thought your size would be and then one side higher and one side lower to be on the safe side, but if my guess is right these will fit." He said pulling out the silk blouse, pants and vest that in fact were my sizes.

"How did you know my sizes?" I asked.

"Sisters," he answered with a grin.

"What about the other sets of clothes?" I asked.

"They said they would take them back." He answered.

"Well you are fast, decisive and have taste that's all I can say. But you forgot one thing. I can't go for a very long walk in these heels because my feet will be killing me." I laughed.

"Well I just guess our first stop will have to be a shoe shop." He said.

"What planet are you from? I have never heard of a man anywhere willing to go shopping for shoes with a woman." I said thinking this guy will make some lucky woman a remarkable husband.

….

After buying shoes and taking a taxi to a spot in the middle of a non-descript street we emerged into a Paris that I had not seen before in any of my other trips to that city. At first the covered passages were a little down market filled with tailors and small shops of recent immigrants trying to eek out a living in Paris. We stopped and had falafel for breakfast and then meandered along occasionally running across a wet street in the rain to the entrance to another passage. When Dave led me into the Caire Passage I was amazed at all the small dress shops and their stylish clothes and I was even more amazed at how much he enjoyed buying me several outfits. Dave was a fan of Victor Hugo and when he led me into The Court of Miracles and explained to me why it was called that I listened in interest as I began to realize that I had never enjoyed a man's company this much before in my life.

I knew that I did not have to be coy and play games with this guy. I knew that the chemistry between us was definitely there after last night, but my attraction to him was far more than just sex. 

He was interesting and he was interested. He was not only interesting to listen to and to talk to, but he was genuinely interested in what I had to say too. He was fun and without pretense. Why hadn't I ever met someone like him before I asked myself? And then I thought even if I had would I have had the sense to realize that this was the genuine article? 

Suddenly, for the first time, even after Lanaken, I felt like a whore. I liked this guy. I liked him so much it hurt and I was deceiving him. I felt cheap. I felt undeserving of his affection for me and mine for him that I could feel growing by the minute.

Dave felt the change in my mood and said, "Is your brother worried? Maybe you ought to give him a call?"

"No that's not necessary; he lives in a small rat-hole of a garret with two other guys. It's about the size of your room and I am not staying with him so he doesn't know I didn't come home last night." I said. When Dave asked me where I was staying I suddenly realized that once you start making up lies you had to keep going and you had to be consistent and remember what you had said. I answered, "I'm staying with my father at the Hotel Crillon, but he had to go to Stockholm on business yesterday and won't be home until later tonight or tomorrow."

Around five in the afternoon we went back to the Crillon so that I could put away my new clothes and change for dinner. At the desk the desk clerk asked me to wait a minute and the hotel manager came out and asked me to come into his office for a minute. I turned to Dave and told him I would be just a minute. I did not know what to expect when I went into his office and then the hotel manager said, "I am afraid that I have some very bad news for you. I have been contacted by the police in Stockholm and your father has suffered a very severe heart attack."

I sat there totally speechless at first stupidly thinking how could this man no my father has had a heart attack and how did my father know I was here and then suddenly it hit me. Martin!

The hotel director continued, "The Crillon will be of as much assistance to you as we possibly can Mrs. Jaspers (my last name since marrying Jeremy). We will do everything in our power to try and help you in this painful time. Our concierge is at your disposal to help you in booking a flight to Stockholm and we would like to offer you one of the hotel limousines to take you to the airport…"

"How did they know Martin was a guest here?" I interrupted.

"Mr. McAlister had his room key card still in its brochure that we give them to the guests in. He was found by a woman he knew from long ago, a Gisela Hojer who he had spoken to the day before. I think she lives in the same house where your father has an apartment. When she asked how long he would be staying in Stockholm, actually I think it is a place called Stocksund just outside of Stockholm, he told her only a few days as he would be rejoining friends that he had left behind at the Hotel Crillon in Paris. When Madame Hojer called the ambulance the police got that information as well as the information from the brochure and simply gave us a call as did Madame Hojer."

"How serious is it?" I asked.

"Here is our dossier that we have compiled for you. You will find the phone number of the doctor in charge at Carolinska Institute, a map from the internet with directions to the hospital from Arlanda Airport and a map with directions from the hospital to your father's apartment. You will also find enclosed the phone number of Gisela Hojer. She offered to be of any assistance she could and she said she was looking forward to meeting you as she had thought that Martin had no surviving relatives. I know I have not answered your question, but I think it would be better if you called the doctor and spoke to him directly." The manager said in a serious and grave enough manner to indicate to me that Martin was in real danger.

"Thank you" I said still in shock at what had happened and at how I was not put in the position of playing daughter to an ailing and perhaps dying father.

After a few minutes I said, "I am getting my new passport from the embassy tomorrow morning so the earliest I can fly to Stockholm would be in the afternoon."

"Our concierge will make arrangements for your approval tomorrow morning, and although your room and your father's room are reserved for four more days we will not charge you for the days remaining after your departure under the circumstances. However, may I suggest that you apply those funds toward the storage costs of the automobile?" The hotel director asked.

"Yes, that would be fine." I answered as I stood to leave his office.

In the hotel lobby Dave knew immediately that something was wrong and not knowing what else to say I told him that my father had had a serious heart attack in Stockholm and I would be flying up tomorrow.

Dave held me in his arms and said, "I understand that you will not be able to make dinner tonight, I would have liked to introduce you to my father. I have to pack as well because we are catching the red-eye to Logan in the morning. If it wasn't for that I would come with you to Stockholm, but we both have to be back in Boston tomorrow evening."

He put his hands on my elbows and looked into my eyes and said, "Can I ask you two questions?"

"Of course" I answered.

"Do you want to see me again?"

I answered spontaneously and truthfully when I said, "Yes, yes I want to see you again, but I live in Seattle and you live in Boston."

"My second question is, is that an engagement ring? He asked.

Then I realized that I had now painted myself into a corner regarding how I was suppose to let him down gently, but I didn't want to let him down gently, I really did want to see him again I thought in turmoil as I thought of Jeremy and how badly he had treated me.

"That, that was a mistake and its over and now I know that." I said.

You can only tell lies so long and then you are trapped by your own lies and I suddenly realized that when he asked for my phone number and address in Seattle!

I knew if I gave him my real address he would discover that I was actually Mrs. Jeremy Jaspers and not Suze Sanderson so I gave a false address and phone number because I knew that we could never have a future together.

After he left I went up to Martin's room to pack up any of his remaining things. I still did not know what I was going to do tomorrow and then I found an envelope with my name on it and when I tore it open I found my return first class ticket and a check for $3000 with the following note:

Dear Suze:

I know that you are worried about having very little money as well as no passport. It was inexcusable of your husband to abandon you like that and not only take all of the money, but also your passport. 

I enjoy your company. You make a wonderful traveling companion for a lecherous old man like me, but I want you to travel with me because you find my company interesting and not because you are destitute and that is why I am giving you your ticket now and the $3000 certified check. You now have the financial freedom to decide your own fate and if you decide to come with me to Italy, I will know that it is because you enjoy this old man's company and not because you have no choice.

Martin

After reading that I was more confused than ever. I knew that I should run away from this whole mess before I got in deeper, but Martin was sick and alone in a foreign country and I did care about the old guy. 

After I packed up his things I went down to the business office and used one of the computers to check our emails. First I checked our joint email address and was surprised that there was not only no email from Jeremy, but in fact no emails on it at all. I was so surprised in fact that I checked deleted emails and I found the following email:

Hi Guys,

I am using the Af Chapman computer to let you know that I haven't gone back to the cigarettes. In fact I can no longer stand the smell of the damn things or to be around people, who smoke, even when they are not smoking because, well because they smell. I must have stunk!

Anyhow I hope you two are enjoying that Mercedes Benz and those first class hotels cause I sure wish I were doing that rather than bunking here. I will probably be here for another week after the big party on the longest day of the year and after that I will try and hook up with someone to hitch to Oslo with. I don't want to hitch alone and really can't afford the train if I want to see a lot of the fjords.

Hej Hej,

Lucinda

When I read that email I knew with a certainty where Jeremy was! He had said to me more than once that he thought Lucinda was an incredibly sexy woman, but she smelled so bad to be around that it was a real turn off to be near her. 

I knew now that I would be going to Stockholm tomorrow afternoon. Partly for Martin and partly to answer the gnawing questions I had regarding my marriage. 

…..

The next morning when I came back from the embassy with my new passport I was handed an envelope by the desk clerk. When I got to my room I tore it open and there was 5,000 euros and the following note:

Dear Suze,

Enclosed please find your half of our fee. Our client was extremely happy with your services and he said that he thought that you had spent about 20 hours with his son. After deducting my fee that leaves 5,000 euros that you will find enclosed.

Best regards,

Immanuel

PS If you should desire to stay in Paris please be assured that we can do business together again in the future.

I smiled to myself, as I had totally forgotten about the money, as I went up to my room to get ready for the limo to take me to the airport and my flight to Stockholm.



Travelers Ch. 10



At Orly I tried for the third time to reach the doctor whose name I had been give, but to no avail. He was either not able to come to the phone or not in every time I called so in frustration I dialed the number of Gisela Hojer to see if she knew anything about Martin's condition.

A woman answered the phone and when I asked to speak to Gisela Hojer she answered, "This is Gisela."

"This is Suze...Sanderson," I said using my maiden name. "Can you tell me how Martin is doing?"

"You are at the airport?" She responded.

"Yes, how did you know?" I asked.

"I can hear the flights being called." She answered.

"Yes and they just called my flight too." I told her.

"What is your flight number, I will pick you up at the airport?" She asked and told me in one quick sentence.

"It is SAS 339, but how will I recognize you?" I asked.

"I will be the one with the umbrella." She said in a laughing voice and hung up.

.....

On the flight I started to think about our conversation. Martin must be in very bad condition I thought because she avoided answering that question totally and she quickly offered to pick me up at the airport. Then I thought what if it's raining? Everyone will have an umbrella and even if it isn't raining how will I see her in the crowd carrying an umbrella?

When I arrived at Arlanda and came through customs into the public area I spotted Gisela immediately and knew that she was a non-conformist and fun person just as immediately. She was the only one in the airport with an open umbrella!

Gisella was in her 40's, tall and svelte. She carried herself with an assured dignity and quickly loaded my luggage into her SAAB that she had left at the curb.

After we got into her car I said, "I take it you're not superstitious."

"Why do you ask?" She answered laughingly as she put the car in gear and drove away from the airport.

"An open umbrella inside is suppose to bring bad luck." I answered.

"Superstition is simply and excuse for stupid decisions. If you walk under a ladder of course there is the chance that someone will drop a bucket of paint or a tool on your head. If you see a black cat cross your path and walk or drive into a tree it is not because of the cat but because you focused on the cat and not what you were doing. But superstitious people don't want to say they saw the ladder and the workmen but they chose to walk under the ladder because they were to lazy to go around, or I looked at the cat, slammed on my breaks, swerved to the left into oncoming traffic and that is why I had the accident." 

Before I could ask about Martin she asked me, "Do you know what SAAB stands for?"

When I answered no she said, "So you don't speak Swedish."

"How does that follow?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "Few people know other than Swedes and Swedish speakers that it stands for Svenska Airplane Acta Bolag."

"OK, makes sense to me, but how is Martin?" I asked.

Gisela became serious and she said, "Not good, he is being operated on this evening and by this time tomorrow we should know if he is going to make it or not. I am taking you to his apartment. It is in the top part of the house where I live, where I grew up. My mother sold off various parts of the house years ago and Ulla and Martin bought the apartment above what was my room when I was a young girl. I now live in the ground floor of the house and the rest of the house is owned by Martin and two other families."

"Sounds like a big house." I said.

"It is a villa, the Villa Vegeta. It was named that because it was built by a man who came back to Sweden during The Opium Wars between China and England. He came with his wealth, his poppy seeds and his vegetarianism and because he was a vegetarian it is called the Villa Vegeta." She told me.

"What did he do with his poppy seeds?" I asked.

"He planted them in the garden for his own use and even though the garden is overgrown today, once in awhile in the spring you will see a poppy come up." She said with a wistful appreciation of her childhood home.

When we turned up that long curving driveway between the stone walls at Langangvagen 54 I was stunned. What a magnificent structure and what a magnificent setting I thought as Gisela stopped the car and pulled the key from the floor.

After she deposited me and my bags into a two room apartment overlooking the sea and a small Island between us and the city skyline she told me to take a few minutes to freshen up and to just come down and knock on the door she had pointed out as we came in and we would have dinner. When I told her that she didn't have to make me dinner she just smiled and said, "I want the company, you need the company and we can't do anything but wait until tomorrow."

After dinner we sat around the fire and Gisela told me about how Martin came to live there when he was a graduate student in his early twenties and she was in her very early teens. "He was so handsome and so charming. He always made you happy to be in his presence. He was my first school girl crush and when he met Ulla and brought her here I hated her at first, but Ulla was sweet and they often took me on picnics or sailing in the archipelago or to Grona Lund or Skansen. I had the room below them and there was a dumb waiter from their kitchen down to my room that was no longer used except as a cupboard, but the sound carried if you left the door to it open. I use to listen to them making love and I decided as a young girl that I wanted to grow up to be like Ulla and marry a man like Martin."

"Did you ever marry?" I asked.

"Yes, I found my Martin, but it did not work out. He wanted to have children and ironically I was like Ulla in that I could not have children. I offered to adopt, but he wanted his own children and we divorced and he found a woman that also wanted to have children and could and they married. We are still good friends and we spend two weeks together every summer sailing in the archipelago in our sail boat. It is floating at the end of the pier off our back garden. We will be going out in two days and will sail through the small Islands between us and Finland to Turku."

"What does his wife say about that?" I asked incredulously.

"She doesn't mind. We have been doing that every year for the last twenty years. She doesn't like to sail and we both do. She knows that we are still lovers for those two weeks, but we do not see each other or talk to one another all year, only during those two weeks do we catch up on each other's lives." She told me matter of factly. 

After a few minutes she continued, "Actually I have had the best life. I have my freedom. I have had my boyfriends and lovers and I have had none of the problems of children. They can break your heart; they have given Svante and his wife Gunilla tremendous heart ache. The eldest died of a heroin overdose, the middle boy is psychotic and the little girl was born with Downs Syndrome. For two weeks every year we make love like newlyweds and discuss life and what has happened in the last year. We never get tired of each other's stories or company during that time, and then we say Hej Do for another year."

.....

The next day at the hospital we were told that Martin had weathered the operation well enough and in 24 more hours they should have a more clear prognosis of his possible recovery.

I asked Gisela to drop me off in the city near the Museum of Modern Art. She apologized that she could not sightsee with me, but she was getting the sail boat ready for the next two weeks at sea. 

It was not sightseeing that I had in mind though and after she drove away I immediately went to the Af Chapman and even before I came up the gang plank I saw Lucinda writing post cards on the deck.

I walked up behind her and I could smell perfume, soap and shampoo but no cigarettes.

"Hi Lucinda how are you?" I asked wondering if my suspicions were true.

She turned around with a shocked expression then smiled and said, "What are you doing here?"

"Martin is in the hospital here; he came up for Mid Sommars Afton and had a heart attack." I answered.

I have to give Lucinda credit for her honesty because before I could ask anything she said, "I am so glad to see you. Jeremy showed up here with some crazy stories about you, and, well to be honest, he is putting the moves on me. He says he wants to go with me to Norway and he has made it obvious that he wants more than that."

"And what do you want Lucinda?" I asked.

"I do want someone to travel with, but I would never do anything with Jeremy behind your back." She answered.

"Sounds like you find him attractive and you have a case of bad conscious in regard to getting involved with him because of our friendship." I said.

"Well he is your husband and the stories he has told me, even if they are true, are only one side of the story. Besides, some of the things he has said, well I just can't picture you doing. Did you?" She finished.

"I will be totally honest with you if you are totally honest with me Lucinda. You say you find Jeremy attractive and you want someone to travel with..." and before I could finish Lucinda floored me with her total honesty.

"I have always found both of you very attractive, and to be honest, I have from the beginning been, if anything more attracted to you than Jeremy." She said giving me an intense and serious look and then continued, "But your marriage is the most important thing and if that can be saved that is your number one priority."

"Where is Jeremy right now?" I asked.

"He is at Statens Historiska Museet on Naravagen 13 through 15. Probably down in the Viking Gold room. He loves that museum. We went there once already, but he wanted to go back."

"Yes, Jeremy always loved Viking history. If you don't mind I will go find him there. I think we need to find out where we are going." I told her and then walked to the taxi rank near the Museum of Modern Art and got a cab to the Viking museum.

When I walked up to Jeremy we were the only two people in the Viking Gold Room in the basement of the museum and we could talk in privacy. Jeremy wanted to know what I was doing in Stockholm and I told him about Martin and about my email intercept of deleted emails as well as my conversation with Lucinda.

"She said that she was as or more attracted to you than me?" He asked incredulously.

"Jeremy, that is not important. What is important is are we going to make this marriage work or not? God I almost think that you are jealous of Lucinda's feelings toward me." I commented. 

"Not so much jealous as intrigued." He answered.

Then before I could react to that he asked me about Martin again and very pointedly wanted to know if I had communicated with him. When I told him no and that it looked like he might not survive Jeremy seemed almost relieved.

Then some people came into the gold room and we lost our privacy. I gave Jeremy my address and told him if he wanted to save our marriage it was up to him. 

"Where is this place? He asked.

"It is an apartment, actually part of a mansion in a suburb just out of town." I told him.

"Wow! Sounds a lot nicer than my digs in the youth hostel," he said.

"Does it have a stove?" He asked. "Yes, it is fully furnished." I answered.

"Well then, why don't you invite me for dinner tonight? It cost a fortune to go to a restaurant in this town. I think the Swedish government considers restaurants frivolous and must tax the hell out of them.' He said.

I took a cab back to Stocksund and had it wait outside the small shop where I went in and bought a couple of steaks some potatoes and Brussel sprouts and two bottles of wine. Taxis were a necessity because Stocksund was not on the Tunnelbana line and public transportation out there was too sporadic. Besides I thought, I have some money now so why not treat myself. Then I thought about the fact that I had almost ten thousand euros in cash on me and became nervous about the fact. 

When I got up to the apartment and unpacked the groceries and put them away I decided to hide all but the 500 dollars worth of Swedish Kronor I had. I looked around for a place to hide it and when I saw the vacuum cleaner I remembered that in all the years that Jeremy and I had been married he had never vacuumed, or for that matter helped with the house work in any way. I rolled up the bank notes and snapped a rubber band around them and then stuffed them opened the vacuum and stuffed them into the paper vacuum bag and started dinner.

Jeremy showed up at a six o'clock right on time. That was unusual for him as he was never on time and more than once had kept me waiting for almost an hour. He also had a bottle of wine with him and when he came in he complained about how much wine cost in Sweden even while seeing the two bottles I had bought.

We talked well into the night and slowly finished two bottles of wine and had started on the third when we began to kiss and make up. Then Jeremy said to me, "Up until now it has been pretty one way in our marriage in regard to fulfillment of sexual fantasies. If we are going to make this marriage work you need to consider my needs and fantasies as well."

That statement made me feel tremendously guilty because Jeremy was referring to my college days, Russ and The Brouwermann Brothers, but he did not know about the soccer team and the brothel or about Dave in Paris so I was more than a little vulnerable and open to what he suggested next.

"I have always wanted to be with two women at once, and if you really love me and want to make our marriage work, you won't deny me that." He said.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked with some degree of trepidation that I already knew the answer. 

"You, me and Lucinda," he answered.

"Jeremy I have never had any sexual contact with another woman and don't know if I could, please don't ask me to do that." I pleaded.

"If you really love me unselfishly and you really want to save our marriage you will consider my unfulfilled fantasies for a change and you will do it for us." He said.

Jeremy spent the night and wanted me to satisfy him orally before we made love vaginally. I did not mind doing that at all because I knew it would last longer when we did make love if he had already cum in my mouth once. When I was sucking him back to hardness after he had cum in my mouth he kept saying, "Little Suze Succubus Sucks sooo good," over and over again. I did not much like him calling me that, but I felt guilty for what I had done and determined to make our marriage work.

When I had him hard again and he entered me he said, "Tomorrow night Lucinda and I will be coming for dinner and you and her will be my dessert." 

....

The next morning after Jeremy had left Gisela came up to the apartment and asked me if I wanted to go to lunch. Over lunch she told me she would be leaving on the boat that evening after Svante finished work. "It stays light here this time of year almost 24 hours so we should be able to get to the outer islands before it gets too dark" She said.

After lunch we went to the hospital and we were allowed to visit Martin for five minutes. He could not speak, but he looked better and the doctor in charge was cautiously optimistic. On the way home Gisela asked me if I wanted to stop for groceries because it would be a lot easier to get them while she was still here with her car. When we got home she told me to come down for tea after I got everything put away.

While we were having tea I decided to be totally honest with Gisela and I said, "Gisela I think you know that I am not Martin's daughter."

"No, I don't know that. I do know that you are not Ulla's daughter because Ulla could never have children, but you could be Martin's daughter by another woman or they could have adopted you." She answered with a smile.

"It is neither. I am simply his friend and traveling companion." I said.

Gisela just smiled sympathetically at me and then she said, "We are all simply traveling companions in this life."

.....

That evening at 5 pm I waived goodbye to Svante and Gisela as they pulled away from the dock at the end of the garden of The Villa Vegeta and then went up stairs to start preparing dinner. 

Lucinda and Jeremy were coming by at 7 that evening and I was very nervous about the entire situation and did not know if I could do a ménage e trios with her and my husband or not. I knew I did not want this, but I felt that I owed it to Jeremy.

That night after dinner and several bottles of wine Jeremy put on some music and then danced with me and then Lucinda. He then said, "Why don't I sit this one out while you two dance with each other?"

It was a slow tune from the sixties music that Martin had on hand, something about "Let the lights band bangle as you danced across the floor the crowd cried out for more." When she put her arms around me and pulled me against her and our breasts pressed together I shivered in fear as I realized that I was aroused by the situation. 

Slowly Lucinda began to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear lobes and then she raised here mouth to mine and kissed me fully on the lips. My heart was thudding in my chest as she started to unzip my dress. When it dropped to the floor she looked into my face as she reached in front of my bra and unsnapped it and her hands came up to cup my naked breasts. Then Jeremy stood up and walked over to us and began to remove Lucinda's clothes. 

Lucinda backed me to the bed and the two of us tumbled in a naked heap of female flesh unto the bed and she began to kiss my mouth again and this time our tongues met as she began to rub her knee against my mounds and I began to squirm in discomforting arousal. 

Now I was laying on the bed under Lucinda as I increasingly surrendered to her caresses and then I heard Jeremy's belt hit the floor and he went to the end of the bed and guided his erect penis into first Lucinda and then me. He began by thrusting himself into each of us three or four times and then as we each became more open and lubricated he began to alternate between our two hungry pussies.

I could hear Lucinda quickly becoming increasing aroused and I had to admit that I was also beginning to feel the first inklings of an orgasm when she suddenly began to cum. I heard her groan above me and began to shake as she said, "Oh God, Oh God I'm cumming, Oh God I'm cumming. Oh yes oh yes it's so good! So good!"

Jeremy was still going strong and then he began to pay my hungry pussy more attention and concentrated on me until I began to thrust back harder and harder bouncing both Lucinda, who was still on top of me, and myself on the bed. I began to moan and beg him, "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so close, so close."

And then before I could have my orgasm he withdrew from me and reentered Lucinda and ejaculated into her as he came. I felt cheated and used. Lucinda had had her orgasm and Jeremy knew that I was close to having mine. Yet he chose to spend himself in her and not me, cheating me of my satisfaction. I couldn't help but wonder if that were his intention.

Then Lucinda began to slide down my body kissing and licking my nipples then my stomach and then, and then I could feel her licking my swollen clitoris with her tongue! Once again I could feel my approaching orgasm and then she turned herself and began to massage my mounds and clitoris with her hand as she brought her wet steaming cum filled vaginal lips down onto my mouth!

I was horrified, but I was also very aroused by her manipulations and she had kissed me their so who was I to not return the favor, and besides I reasoned I am so close, so close, what if she stops rubbing me?

Then she squeezed her muscles and a heavy load of my husband's and her mixed juices came down into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow and then my tongue probed higher up into her wet folds and my tongue began to swirl around inside of her as I finally began to cum myself.




Travelers Ch. 10



While this was going on I noticed Jeremy watching us, me, in rapt attention and then he said, "I told you she would be a great cunt licker, how could little Suze Succubus not be?"

I felt used and degraded when he said that to Lucinda, but said nothing.

....

The next morning they were both asleep when I got up to make breakfast, but half way through its preparation I heard the unmistakable sounds of love making in the next room.

After breakfast Jeremy outlined how easy it would be for two girls and a guy to get rides hitchhiking and he made plans for our departure the next morning for Norway. He did not even want me to visit Martin to tell him that we were back together again and I was leaving with him.

While Lucinda was in the shower I had to ask Jeremy one question that had been nagging at me since it happened. When I asked Jeremy why he had taken all of our money as well as my passport in Amsterdam he told me that he was told by Martin that I was being very well paid for my act at the sex theatre in Amsterdam but that taking the passport had been a simple mistake. Then he made a mistake. He told me that he had returned the next day to give me my passport, but we had already left the hotel. I remembered that we stayed at the hotel an extra day while we waited for Jeremy to return and I asked him, "You returned to the hotel the very next day, are you sure it was the very next day?"

"Of course I am sure, that was the day we were scheduled to depart and I came damn early in the morning too, but you two must have left at eight or nine because when I got there they told me you had already checked out." He said with some vehemence.

Now I knew he was lying because we had delayed our departure by one day and he did not know that. That little bit of knowledge that I had and he didn't not only let me know that he was lying about 'inadvertently' taking my passport, but that he was probably lying about why he took all the money as well.

When Lucinda came out of the shower I had my shower and while I was in the shower I reached a decision with some clarity. I knew that Jeremy was a lying and I knew that if I went with him and Lucinda to Norway it would be a mistake. And finally, I reluctantly had to admit to myself that there was no way our marriage could be saved. I wanted to believe it wasn't true, but I knew it was.

When I came out of the shower I told Jeremy and Lucinda that I had decided not to go with them to Norway. I told them that I wished them both well, but I felt a duty to stand by Martin since I was the only person he knew in Stockholm now that Gisela was sailing to Finland. I asked Jeremy to walk me to the bus station because I did not have a phone to call a taxi. On the way to the bus station I told Jeremy that I would appreciate it if he and Lucinda were gone when I came back from the hospital. 

Jeremy's response was, "You know you are a real selfish bitch, but if that's what you want we will be gone when you get back."

That was the last thing he ever said to me as he turned and walked away leaving me at the bus stop.

I paid the fare for the bus from my change purse and as the bus pulled away I immediately realized that I had left my wallet on the dresser with the $500 dollars worth of Kronor notes in it.



Travelers Ch. 11



At the hospital Martin was off the ventilator and was out of the intensive care unit. I sat beside his bed while he slept and thought about my life and if I would be ending it alone, or basically alone, as this man was. When I looked up Martin was awake and looking at me and when he feebly reached out with his hand I took it in mine and we simply sat there in silence. After about ten minutes Martin gave me a tired smile and simply said, "Thank you," and went back to sleep. A few minutes later I left.

I asked the taxi to wait while I went inside to get my wallet when he pulled to the top of the driveway at the Villa Vegeta. When I went into the apartment I was relieved to see that Jeremy and Lucinda were gone and that my wallet was where I left it on top of the dresser. But when I opened it, it was empty and I smiled to myself because I was not surprised. I had my passport in my purse with me when I left for the hospital and I wondered if Jeremy would have also taken my passport again if I had left it there.

I opened the vacuum cleaner and had to rip open the paper bag to retrieve my roll of euros that I had hidden there. My hands and the money were covered in dust and I tried to brush the money and my hands off the best I could as I went down the stairs to pay the taxi driver. When I told him I could only pay him in euros he shrugged and got out his calculator and then told me how much.

When I got back up into the apartment I looked out the window at the gazebo in the park and thought of Ulla and Martin, of Ulla's ashes being spread there and of Martin's annual pilgrimage to the place where they met and her ashes were spread. And I thought life can be a long lonely trip if you don't have someone to share it with, but no matter what it always ends in tragedy.

Just then a clap of thunder resounded over the water and Stockholm and the skies opened up in a furious downpour and I smiled and said to myself, "I hope they are standing somewhere out in this rain with their thumbs out." But then I remembered they had my money so they probably took the train.

....

The next day Martin had a lot of his color back and, although he could talk a little bit, I did most of the talking. It was very therapeutic for me, almost like going to a psychiatrist as I worked things out. I told Martin about Jeremy and Lucinda and how glad I was to be read of them even if they did take nearly 500 Kronor of mine. When I noticed Martin was asleep again I left the hospital and went into Stockholm for the day and explored Gamla Stan.

The following day when I visited Martin he was looking much better and feeling quite a bit stronger and he asked me how long I thought I would stay in Stockholm. I looked at him and then I surprised myself when I said, "I don't have to report at school until the last week of August. I will stay here until the middle of August."

That day when I left I wondered about why I had made that promise to him, but I knew I would keep it and I felt good about doing so. I had the taxi drop me off in Djursholm and walked back to The Villa Vegeta along the archipelago in the beautiful piercing light of Scandinavia and realized that, for the first time in a very long time, I was content.

The next day at the hospital Martin asked me, "How much will you make this year teaching in the Seattle public schools?"

"With my education level and step increase I will make $54,000 this year, that's not too bad for nine months work." I answered.

"Please don't answer me right now, I want you to go home and sleep on it first, but I will pay you that amount to stay with me for the next nine months. The first few months you will be more of a nurse than a traveling companion, but as soon as I am well enough, hopefully before the full brunt of a Scandinavian winter, we will be traveling out of here. That amount will be tax free to you and net of any living expenses. We will continue to live on a first class basis, or at least as close to it as we can while I recover. Give it some thought and give me your answer tomorrow and now I'm going back to sleep." He said and closed his eyes.

That evening I composed a letter of resignation to the Seattle Public School system.

.....

Three weeks later Gisela and I brought Martin home to the Villa Vegeta.

Two days before Martin's release from the hospital his doctor went over all the foods and activities he should avoid. When he came to sex he told Martin that he should not think of having 'active' sex for at least six months. When he said that I interrupted him and said, "Does that mean he can have 'inactive' sex prior to that?" 

And without missing a beat the doctor continued on in all seriousness and said, "He can have passive sex after a month." 

"I'm sorry doctor, but I am not exactly sure what you mean by 'passive' sex?" I asked enjoying the situation.

"Receiving oral sex in a comfortable and untiring and not too exciting manner should not cause problems." He said in a bit of a huff at my presumptiveness in asking him to clarify himself.

When we arrived home Martin shocked me when he told me he only had a month to live. "What do you mean talking that way? You are going to make a complete recovery. I'm going to see to that." I said.

"That's what I mean," he said now with a smile beginning to break on his face, "the doctor said I could have oral sex in a month if I didn't get too excited and, well I've had oral sex from you before, so, I know I'm a dead man in a month." And we both had a good laugh.

.....

About midway through August Martin started making arrangements for his Mercedes to be delivered to us so that I would not have to be so dependent on Gisela. The Mercedes was scheduled for delivery in early September and when I reminded Martin that I had never driven a shift before he told me to ask Gisela for driving lessons.

Gisela gave me about three lessons and after I almost put her SAAB in the sea and nearly burnt up the clutch she was reluctant to do so again.

Early in September Gisela was off to Marbella on holiday and two days later I heard a car drive up the driveway and looked out to see Martin's Mercedes and an attractive man in his 30's looking at all the doors into the Villa Vegeta trying to figure out which one to knock on.

I opened the window and said, "We are the middle door, please come on up."

A few minutes later I opened the door and Armand introduced himself. I made a pot of tea as Martin was signing necessary paperwork and then Martin said, "If you will stay an extra day and give Suze some driving lessons and get her familiar with the car I will pay your expenses and give you a 100 euro tip."

Armand looked at me and smiled and said, "You don't know how to conduire?"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You don't know how to..." and he made driving motions and we all laughed.

"I know how to drive, just not a shift." I answered.

...

That afternoon Armand gave me my first driving lesson and I had trouble concentrating when he put his hand over mine to show me the gear shift pattern. When Armand asked me how long I had been caring for my father and I told him since the end of June. He said, "It must be difficult, a woman your age to be at home every night." I thought to myself actually it was one of the most comfortable enjoyable times of my life. I had even taken up knitting and I had developed a real affection for Martin during that time.

When I answered honestly, "No, not really, but I do miss having sex," Armand ground the gears.

"How long have you been married?" I asked him. 

"Ten years now, we are about to have our first baby in a month, actually deux...twins. My wife and I love each other very much, but the last few months have been difficult. We are usually, how do you say, very active, but, with the twin pregnancy it has been impossible..," he said.

"I think we both have the same problem." I said laughing.

Armand said nothing and continued to drive, but I glanced at his crotch and his penis was saying a lot. I thought 'what the hell' and reached over and rested my hand on the penis trying to burst out of his pants.

"Armand we can make love, but only under one condition, it has to be in front of Martin, otherwise I would feel I was being unfaithful to him." I said.

Armand quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road and said, "You Anglais, you are disgusting! I cannot make love to you in front of your father! What kind of a father is he to want such a thing!"

I laughed and said, "Armand Martin is not my father, he is my friend and a voyeur."

"A voyeur and not your father, but of course, this I understand. Yes, it is possible." He said with a great deal of enthusiasm.

When we got back to the apartment I asked Armand to wait in the car for a minute while I went in and talked to Martin. When Martin said he wouldn't mind a 'live show' and besides I must be horny I invited Armand up. 

Actually I wanted to make love to Martin. During the time we had spent together since our first meeting in Seattle he had become less and less repulsive to me, and in fact we often cuddled at night in bed together and whenever he got an erection I found it incredibly frustrating to not be able to do anything with it. 

When Armand took me in his arms and began to kiss me I made sure to turn myself so that I could look into Martin's eyes. I could tell by the look in his eyes and that he was enjoying the vicariousness of watching.

When Armand took my blouse off and removed my slacks I walked over to Martin and asked him to remove my thong and bra. Then I leaned over Martin and said, "This is for you and I wish so much that it could be you."

Martin moved his chair over next to the bed and watched intently when I took Armand into my mouth. Armand became very aroused very quickly and I decided that I would have him cum in my mouth the first time and that way after I got him hard again the second time would last longer. When Armand was close to cumming I withdrew him from my mouth and held the tip of his penis between my thumb and forefinger inches from my open mouth and looked into Martin's eyes while Armand ejaculated into my open mouth. When his stream of ejaculate lessened I brought my mouth down and enveloped him and began the task of bringing him back to hardness.

Armand was groaning because he was now too sensitive, but I continued in my ministrations and finally I began to feel him growing harder in my mouth. When I had him as hard as he had been the first time I stopped and rolled over onto my back and as he mounted me I reached out and took Martin's hand. We stared into each others eyes as my excitement mounted and when Martin leaned over to kiss my open mouth I could feel myself beginning to cum. 

Armand was still trying to cum a second time when I said to him that I wanted to change positions. When he withdrew from me I could see his pulse in his erect throbbing penis. I told Martin to move his chair to the end of the bed and then I piled pillows under my stomach and supported my forearms on the arms of his wingback chair as Armand re-entered my steaming pussy from the rear. As he thrust into me I unzipped Martin's pants and pulled out his erection. Martin petted my head as I lovingly took him into my hungry mouth. After only a few minutes Martin put both hands on each side of my head and began to cum into my mouth and when I began to squeal in delight Armand began to cum into my hungry pussy as well.

After Armand left Martin asked me to change the sheets so he could go to sleep and he admitted that he was exhausted. I apologized to him for getting carried away and he laughed and said, "You didn't kill me and if you did I can't think of a better way to die."

When Martin was asleep I crawled into bed beside him and thought about my life and our life together. I knew that this could not last forever, but I knew that I was more content now than I had been in a long long time.



Travelers Ch. 12



The episode with Armand threw a scare into Martin and me. Martin was very tired for the next two days and slept a lot. It was more than a month before I initiated any sexual contact between us again.

It was a cool but sunny day in October and Martin was sitting in his wing backed chair looking out the window at the fall colours and the sea with a book in his hands that he had lost interest in. We had been increasing the length of our daily walks and Martin was beginning to regain his strength and when I came out of the shower and saw him sitting there I took one of the pillows from the couch and walked over to Martin and dropped it on the floor at his feet and than knelt on it in my total nakedness. I looked up into his face and he smiled down at me and nodded his approval. 

After that it became a morning ritual after my shower for me to make slow sensual oral love to his cock until he would quietly cum in my mouth while gently holding my head between his hands. For me it was the giving of pleasure, of love, of the sweetest kind and his gratitude was a benediction.

….

One cold morning in early November I heard a motor boat go between us and the Island in front of The Villa Vegeta and then I heard the tinkling of a hundred thousand glass wind chimes! I turned to Martin and asked, "What is that?"

Martin looked at me and said, "Look at the sea between us and Swan Island and listen," and he held his finger to his mouth in the whisper signal for silence.

On the water reflecting in the sun was a thin bright film of ice and as the waves of the motor boat that had recently cut through it receded so did the sound. 

It was one of the most beautiful and magical moments of my life.

After a few minutes of silence Martin looked at me with a sad smile and said, "It is time to go."

Then he added, "You are very privileged to hear that sound. It is one of the most beautiful sounds on this earth and only a very few people ever get to hear it. We live in beauty and the Scandinavian winter is beautiful too in a dark and terrible way, but we don't want to be here for it. That sound is nature's alarm clock."

….

Martin made the necessary arrangements to ship the car from Hamburg, Germany to Bayonne, New Jersey on November 14th. The freighter was one that could take ten passengers and he also booked our passage on it at the same time.

We started driving south to Germany early in the morning of November 9th. I was now more confident in my abilities to handle the Mercedes, but we wanted to get out of Scandinavia ahead of a storm that was expected to bring snow the evening of the 11th and for the next several days. 

We were cruising along just over the speed limit on cruise control just outside of Granna, Sweden when I saw the roadside stop flash by. I hit the breaks stopping the cruise control and pulled over to the side of the road. I waited for a break in the traffic and when it was safe to do so I did a U turn and drove back to the roadside stop and pulled into it and stopped the car. 

Martin looked at me quizzically and finally said, "What's up?"

I gazed out at the Island of rocks and trees in the middle of the field and finally said, "See that little Island of forest in the middle of the field?"

"What about it?" Martin answered in puzzlement.

"It seems so hard to believe now, after what I have done in the past few months, but, believe it or not, I lost my virginity there to my husband less than three years ago." I said as I began to cry at what a tangled complicated mess my life had become since that afternoon of comparative innocence's lost.

I put the car back into gear and neither Martin nor I said a word for the next hour as we sped south toward the ferry and Copenhagen.

….

We spent one evening in Copenhagen on the way to Hamburg and a second evening outside of Lubeck arriving in Hamburg in the early afternoon of the 11th. I wanted to take a tour of the city and after checking into our hotel Martin accompanied me in the tour bus as the middle age man gave his spiel on the port city. At one point he went into a tirade about the fire bombing of Hamburg in WWII and about how many innocent lives were lost by such an act of savagery. The English couple behind us said, just loudly enough for us to hear but not the guide, "Bloody hell hasn't the Jerry ever heard of the London Blitz or Coventry?"

Martin laughed and said, "Why don't we ask him?" and then spoke up and said, "Didn't the fire bombing of Hamburg and Dresden happen after the London Blitz and the fire bombing of Coventry?"

The German guide's face grew red and then he said, "Those attacks had strategic military importance to the war effort. The attacks on Hamburg and Coventry were for no other reason than revenge!"

Suddenly several of the Americans on the bus said loudly enough for everyone to hear, "And what's wrong with that!"

The English on the bus politely added, "Here, Here!" and the guide decided to point out the club where The Beetles had become famous.

After the tour I said to Martin that I wanted to go back to the Reeperbahn to see have a drink in the club where The Beetles became famous. When we left the club Martin took me for a walk through an underground garage that must have had 400 prostitutes in it. Some were in dresses others in just lingerie. As we walked through the underground garage some hissed at me and others propositioned me. When we walked back out into the night air Martin commented that somehow, even though it was a contradiction in terms, "Nothing is more sexless than German prostitution."

….

The next day we boarded out ship and I was presently surprised at how luxurious our cabin was. The only other passengers were three couples of elderly Germans. Martin after being introduced to them said to me sotto voce as we walked away, "Bayreische! Not my favorite people. I will take the Guten Tagers over the Gross Guters any day of the week."

When I asked what he meant Martin explained that when you met someone in Bayern or southern Germany the typical greeting was Gruss Got or Greetings from God rather than a simple Good Day. Martin had lived in Nurnburg for a time and the stories he told me of how he had been treated as an American I found difficult to believe especially since he was there to keep the German's safe from the Russians at the time.

…

The ship made one stop before Bayonne and that was in Liverpool where we took on the last two passengers. Nigel and Caroline were a very attractive couple and we immediately became friends as they and the captain seemed to be the only other English speakers on board.

Nigel and Martin quickly settled into a game of cribbage while we waited to take on more cargo and when Caroline asked me if I wanted to go shopping and see some of Liverpool I said yes.

Caroline said to her husband, "The captain says we have to be back by midnight so this is our last day of girl's shore leave boys so don't wait up for us."

We had a great time in Liverpool. Caroline was open and friendly and she asked if I had a boyfriend (I had now stopped wearing my wedding and engagement rings) I told her that I was separated from my husband and that we were headed for a divorce. I explained to her that I had been taking care of my 'father' for the last several months and had been out of circulation for awhile.

"God," Caroline answered, "when I was your age if I didn't have a good shagging at least two or three times a week I was no good to anybody." 

"What do you mean when you were my age; you can't be more than two or three years older than me?" I answered with a question.

Caroline laughed and said, "I'm looking at the big four O next year and Nigel is in a state of depression because he will turn 50 on the 18th."

"That's my birthday too!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe he is going to be 50 and you 40. You both look so young."

"Nigel doesn't think so, he thinks he is over the hill and has lost his sex appeal." Caroline laughed.

"Are you kidding I think he is hot!" I said and then turned red.

"He will love hearing that you thought so. He thinks that I am the only woman that finds him attractive. I was going to plan a birthday bash for him, but not sure he wants that and if I did he definitely would not want me to invite the aging Nazis as he calls them." Caroline said shaking her head.

"That is not a very nice thing to call them." I said.

"Nigel speaks German fluently and they don't know that and he overheard them complaining the captain's name is Aaron Greenberg and the crew is all Turkish and how they worry about their safety with a Jewish captain and a Muslim crew. One of them actually said to his friends that we got rid of the Jews and now it is the Turks who bleed rob the German people, we should never allow them to work in Germany." Caroline said.

Later that day when an attractive English guy gave me the eye while we were having lunch Caroline said, "If you want to pick him up sailor I can go back to the ship alone."

I laughed and said, "God I am horny, but a girl can't be too careful now days."

"Haven't you heard of condoms?" She said.

"Condoms can help protect you from the possibility of getting an STD, but they don't protect you from picking up a guy who turns out to be some kind of maniac." I said realizing that in many ways, with Martin or even an audience watching, I had had the safest possible sex over the last few months.

Caroline answered, "When you date a bloke or know his mates and you go home with him you do have some assurance that you are not making a mistake. If you are smart your mates know who you went with and where he lives and his friends too. I can see how dating in today's world can result in a lot of frustration."

"So what are you giving Nigel for his birthday?" I said changing the subject.

"Nigel and I live in a small village called Ribchester. It has two pubs and a post, just big enough to be comfortable, but small enough for everyone to know everyone's business. This trip and the car we have in the hold was suppose to be his birthday present, but I think he is in need of something to get him to realize that he isn't over the hill yet and I don't think a sports car will do that." She said ruefully shaking her head.

"And what do you want for your birthday?" She asked.

"A man; one that is safe, sexy and as horny as I am!" I laughingly answered.

Caroline looked at me speculatively and then said, "I think I know how to give two nice people the perfect birthday presents."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"How would you like to have safe sex with a sexy 50 year old who you think is hot and who thinks you are hot as well?" Caroline asked with a mischievous grin.

"You have got to be kidding! You want me to be Nigel's birthday present?"

"That's right and I want him to be yours." She answered.

"You would let you're husband sleep with me? Are you nuts? What if I decided I wanted to make it more than a one night stand? What if he decided I was better in bed than you? What if he and I decide to …" I stammered.

"I am not worried about you being a better lover than me. You might be, but sex and love are two different things. Nigel loves me and I love him and his having sex with you will not change that. It is because I love him and want him to feel that he is still desirable that I want him to have sex with you. I think you are a nice person as well as very sexy and Nigel is a wonderful lover. Giving you to him and him to you is one of the best presents a person could give to each of you." Caroline explained to me in a serious and sincere manner.

Caroline and I decided that I would give her my cabin key and she would give me hers when we had breakfast together the morning of the 18th. She and Nigel would come to lunch at noon and I would let myself into their cabin after they left. When they got to the dining room Caroline would ask Nigel to go back to the cabin to get his birthday surprise and I would be in the cabin in my 'birthday suit' with a red ribbon around my neck. She told me that we had all afternoon to play, but she wanted her husband back for dinner at eight o'clock and then with a laugh said, "And leave a little for me!"



Travelers Ch. 13



I walked to Nigel and Caroline's room at ten past noon carrying a cold bottle of champagne in just a rain coat, a pair of black pumps and black thigh highs. I smiled to myself as I passed other passengers and innocently said hello to them as I felt the growing wetness between my legs. When I let myself into their room I pulled the red ribbon out of the pocket of my raincoat and went into the bathroom to tie it around my neck, after all, I was a birthday present, just as I finished tying it around my neck I heard Nigel's key in the door. I stayed in the bathroom with the door closed and after I heard Nigel shut the cabin door I began to sing, "Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to both of us" and as I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room in just a pair of black high heels, black thigh highs and a red ribbon around my neck sang, "now let's screw."

Nigel's eyes were as wide as saucers and before he could say anything I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck and pushed my achingly erect nipples into his wool sweater and said, "You are so lucky to have a wife like Caroline to give you a birthday present like me and, you know what?"

Nigel continued to stare at me in wide eyed astonishment as I started to unbuckle his belt and said nothing so I answered my own question and said, "and I am so lucky to have her as a friend because I am very very horny and she tells me that you are a very very good fuck" as Nigel's pants fell to the floor and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

When I pulled down his underwear and his growing erection sprang free I looked up into his eyes and smiled and said, "I think the cats got your tongue" as I licked away a glistening drop of precum. Nigel said nothing but his hands came up behind my head as he pulled me open willing mouth to his straining hips.

I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth and my intention was to bring him to a quick orgasm and then 'make the rubber band hard' but before I could he pulled his silky hard cock out of my mouth and said, "Is that all?"

"What do you mean is that all?" I answered.

"I don't just want your mouth," he said, "I want all of you."

"Well birthday boy Caroline gave me to you for your birthday and you to me for my birthday, I am already in my birthday suit and you are about half way into yours and since we have until eight o'clock I suggest that you get into your birthday suit too." I said as I stood up and walked to the bed.

In less than a minute Nigel was out of the remainder of his clothes and we were on the bed entwined in each others arms. Finally Nigel ended our kiss and began to kiss my neck then my breasts. First he would lick one nipple than the other and then, as I became more and more aroused he began to gently scrape them with his teeth. When that became unbearable because my nipples were becoming too sensitive he gradually worked his way lower.

I waited in anticipation for the feel of his tongue licking my lower lips and clitoris, but he only gently blew on me as he began a wet trail of kisses down my inner thighs to the top of my thigh highs. My fingers were clenching the back of his head and finally I pulled his mouth up to where I longed for it to be and groaned when I felt his tongue slide into me.

He did not stop until I was shuttering from my first orgasm and then in one quick motion he slid up and into me as his mouth wet with my juices closed over mine and I could taste myself on his tongue as it meant mine. 

Nigel's rhythm was so fast and furious that I thought he must be close to cumming himself as I could feel my second orgasm rapidly approaching. When it hit me the force of it surprised me as my vagina clenched around the rock hard penis pounding into me and I gasped to catch my breath.

Nigel still did not lessen his pace and now my poor pussy was becoming overly sensitized and I wanted him to stop and I rested the flat palms of my hands against his chest as I tried to ease him off of me but Nigel gave me a pleading look and said, "Just let yourself open up to it.'

I wasn't sure what he meant but I could feel my overly sensitive pussy beginning to strain up into him and then when I felt the first hot jet of ejaculation coating my internal passages my hands went around his buttocks and my nails dug into his cheeks as I pulled him deeper and deeper into me.

When he finally finished ejaculating into me we were both in a wet sheen of sweat. I smiled at him and slid down to the bottom of the bed and began to lick our mixed juices off of his rapidly growing limp cock.

Nigel looked at me and said, "Please, I can't stand it I'm too sensitive right now" and I simply smiled at him and said, "Just let yourself open up to it" as I began to 'make the rubber band hard'.

It took almost an hour and even my jaw was beginning to get sore, but then my knowingly experienced mouth began to feel the first growing inklings of his coming orgasm. Slowly then more frantically he began to thrust up into my oh so willing mouth and then his hands were in my hair and either side of my head and he began to shake and groan, "Oh God, Oh God!" and finally that turned into an incoherent babble as he began to convulse into my mouth and as I swallowed the jets of cum his hands dropped from my head and he fainted! 

It scared the hell out of me and when I saw that he was still breathing I got a cold wash rag and put it on his face and as he came around he smiled and said, "Many more birthday presents like this one and I won't be having anymore birthdays."



Travelers Ch. 14



Caroline and I had lunch the next day and she teasingly chastised me for returning a "totally useless birthday boy" to her. When I told her that Nigel had to appreciate what an unselfish and totally giving 'present' she had given him. She laughed and said, "There was an ulterior motive, I will soon have my 40th and I want two twenty year olds at the same time for my birthday present."

A few days later the ship pulled into port at Bayonne, New Jersey and we were told by the captain that our Mercedes would be ready for delivery in two days. Martin took us to a small Italian owned hotel called the Michelangelo in the middle of the theatre district of Manhattan and we spent the time seeing plays and visiting art museums.

It was a crisp and cold day when we picked up the car and Martin told me that he had to go to Boston first to see his attorney's before we started the drive to Seattle and we headed north into New England.

In Boston we checked into a suite in The Four Seasons overlooking The Commons and I used the hotel spa while Martin visited his lawyers. Two days later he asked me to accompany him to his attorneys and on the way up the elevator I noticed on the brass plaque a familiar design that I could not place for the top floor of the building. We got out of the elevator shy of the top floor and Martin introduced me to his attorney who asked me a lot of personal questions regarding if my parents were still alive and where they lived that I thought was just idle curiosity until he asked me for my Social Security number. When I asked why he needed that he told me that he simply needed it to do some paperwork in order to insure me to drive the car to Seattle and I gave it to him.

The next day we began our journey to Seattle and spent our first night somewhere off of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The next day as we were driving Martin said to me, "Suze, if anything happens to me….that bullshit! Let's not use euphemisms here. If I die you are to contact my attorney's in Boston immediately for instructions. Can I rely on you to do that?"

It was quiet for a long time as I drove and contemplated my life without Martin to watch and watch over me. He had become a semi father figure semi lover and true friend and the thought of not sharing things with him surprised me with its impact. Finally I answered, "Of course," as I felt my eyes fighting back the beginning of tears.

We stopped that evening in the most God forsaken of places I have ever been in my life. It was some place called Kadoka or Murdo or something in the middle of South Dakota. There were no real hotels, only horrible motels, but we were both so tired that we could not drive another mile. The next morning we drove into some place called Wall and had breakfast at a big drugstore before continuing on to Rapid City.

In Rapid City we checked into a Hotel called the Howard Johnson that had nothing to do with the chain. It was downtown and old with a lot of character. Martin wanted to see Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse and we were advised that we should go up that afternoon as it was expected to be very cold the next day with possible snow flurries, but we were both too tired from all the driving and decided to wait until the next day. If only we had known what The Dacotah weather can do!

The next day we parked our car in the free parking area at the sculptor's studio, not to same the parking fee but because it was closer to the heads and the walkway that took you as close as you were allowed to go. Martin did not have good color when we set out to drive up to Mount Rushmore but he did not want to postpone the visit as even worse weather was expected the next day. As we approached the four presidential carvings the walkway began to have more and more steps and about half way up the last flight of stairs Martin became short of breath and had to sit down on a bench.

We rested for several minutes and then Martin said, "I don't want to alarm you and I am sorry to be such an old decrepit pain-in-the-ass, but I am having another heart attack and you need to go get help."

I immediately stood up took my coat off and wrapped it around him and started running back to the sculptor's studio where we had parked to look for help but when I arrived I realized that it was closed for the season and then had to run back up to the main entrance before I finally found a ranger to help. 

When we got back to Martin he was an unhealthy grey color and it wasn't long before the paramedics arrived and put him into an ambulance. I was told that he was being taken to Rapid City Regional Hospital and to go to the admission's desk when I got there.

Less than an hour later I was told that Martin had died.

When I was asked what arrangements I wanted to make for the body I just stood there in shock and said nothing. Finally I looked up and simply said, "I am not the next of kin, I don't know who is, I have to make a phone call."

When I called Mr. Tarnhauser, Martin's attorney and told him what had happened he asked where I was staying and told me that he would FAX to me all the necessary paperwork to give me authorization to fulfill Martin's last wishes. He then said it would be better if I drove back to Boston after doing so. When he said that I hesitated and said, "But it is not my car, what if the police stop me?"

Mr. Tarnhauser paused for a minute and said, "When Martin was here he executed a living trust leaving his entire estate to you. We don't believe that anyone will contest his actions because the document is not only iron clad but he also had no next of kin. The car, the penthouse apartment in Seattle and his stock and bond portfolio are all your property now. You need to come back to Boston so we can implement transfer of title and the paper work I will FAX to you will take care of any problem."

Two days later, according to his wishes, I had Martin cremated and began the drive back to Boston with him beside me in an urn.

When I took the elevator up to the attorney's office I once again noticed the design on the brass plaque the top floor and was wondering why it looked familiar when the doors opened and I went into the attorney's office. It took two hours for me to sign everything and I was told that I would be able to handle the remaining legal transfers from Seattle.

This time the drive west was much more difficult because the weather was horrendous. Finally almost two weeks later I arrived in Seattle and drove to our duplex without even thinking of what I was doing. 

When Lucinda opened the door I realized that a lot of time had gone by and that there had been no contact at all between Jeremy and me for more that six months. Lucinda did not say a word. She just held the door open for me and I walked into what had once been my home. Jeremy was sitting on the couch in a dirty tee shirt and in need of a shave with a beer in his hand watching cartoons with the TV on mute. He burped and looked up at me at the same time and sneered, "You don't live here anymore Suze; I filed for divorce two months ago on abandonment." 

"Fine," I said, "I'll just get my things and be on my way."

"Sorry again Suze, but there are no things," he burped loudly and continued, "I had a garage sale and what didn't sell I gave to the Salvation Army."

I just turned and started for the door and then Jeremy said, "Hey, where is Martin? That's his Mercedes out there isn't it?"

I turned around and simply said, "Martin is dead and it's my Mercedes now."

"What do you mean it's your Mercedes now?" Jeremy questioned ignoring the news totally of Martin's death. 

"He left everything to me." I said and began to cry in spite of trying not to give him the satisfaction as I walked out the door.

….

Three days later a cleaned up Jeremy knocked on my door and apologized for how he had behaved. He explained to me that he was drunk and told me that he would have never filed for divorce if it had not been for all the pressure that Lucinda had been putting on him. It became immediately evident to me as he admired the apartment and its furnishings that he wanted to get back together and move in with me and when he finally broached the subject I laughed and told him that once you develop a taste for foie gras and caviar you don't go back to liverwurst and beans. Jeremy stared at me for a full minute and then said, "I ought to slap the shit out of you, your nothing but a successful whore."

Before he had time to think I had building security on the phone and I told them that there was a man in my apartment that I wanted escorted off the premises and please remember his face because if the doorman ever saw him loitering in this area again he was to call the police. I put the phone down and said, "Jeremy I did remember you from the class we had together in college. I thought you weren't worth my time then and now I know you weren't worth my time. My only regret is the time I did share with you. Now you can either leave with some degree of dignity or you can be thrown out."

….

Two weeks later Jeremy sued me for one half of Martin's estate. When I contacted Tarnhauser he simply laughed and said that he would take care of it and not to worry, but it would take some time and expense to deal with. 

As the dark wet Seattle winter seemed to close in around me I left the apartment less and less until finally as spring approached in full force I realized that I had become an almost total recluse. The law suit seemed to drag on and on. I was told that it was a totally ridiculous law suit by my attorney's, but the shyster Jeremy had hired had hopes that I would settle out of court just to make it all go away. I told Tarnhauser that I not only would not give a penny to Jeremy, but that I wanted him to pay all the legal costs and pain and suffering for bringing a frivolous law suit. Tarnhauser said that he understood, but unfortunately our legal system had a lot of ridiculousness in it that we sometimes had to suffer through so that attorney's could afford their Lexus' and BMW's.

I found myself talking to the urn with Martin's ashes on the mantle more and more and when the law suit finally was dropped I told Martin's ashes that I would now be able to leave the United States and keep my promise to him and the next day I booked a flight to Stockholm with a stop over in Boston in order to wind-up the law suit with his (our) attorneys.



Travelers Ch. 15



On the way up the elevator to my attorney I once again found myself staring at the brass plaque for the offices two floors above the floor of my attorney's office. I knew I had seen that design, three interlocking M's somewhere before. 

Tarnhauser could not hide his shock when I walked into his office. "You've lost weight!" was his first comment.

"Yes, I have. The last few months I have more or less been a recluse in Martin's, I mean my, apartment." I answered.

"Well I think the trip to Stockholm will be a good way for you to get back out in public." Tarnhauser said with enthusiasm.

"Midsommars Afton in Stockholm is a beautiful time, but going there to spread Martin's ashes where he spread Ulla's is not my idea of a fun time." I said dryly. 

"Well I won't keep you long. I just have a few papers for you to sign and you can be on your way." He responded.

After I had signed all the necessary documents Tarnhauser asked me if I had a financial councilor and I told him that since inheriting Martin's portfolio I had simply been living off less than half the dividends and interest and in fact a large cash balance had built up in my savings account.

Tarnhauser suggested that I have the portfolio reviewed and when I asked him if he knew someone good he told me that a lot of clients used the firm two floors above him. "I can call and make you an appointment." He said.

...

When the elevator doors open I suddenly knew where I had seen the three interlocking M's before. And when I approached the receptionist and said that my attorney, Mr. Tarnhauser, had made an appointment for me to see a financial counselor and she said, "Please have a seat, Mr. Michaels will see you in a few minutes," a shiver went up my spine. The last time I had seen Dave's father was in Paris just before I became his son's first love.

When Paul Michaels walked out to meet me he could not hide the shocked look on his face when he recognized who I was. He shook my hand and smiled and said, "Small world isn't it."

I said nothing and after he shut the door I could not contain myself one second longer and immediately said, "That was a difficult time in my life and I am no longer the same person I was then. The time I spent with your son was the happiest time I have spent with anyone in my entire life. You worried that your son would fall in love with me, but what happened was that I fell in love with your son."

"My son did fall in love with you and afterwards when he got back to the states and could not find you he licked his wounds and got on with his life. Thanks to you he gained the self-confidence he always lacked and he realized that beautiful and intelligent women were not all looking for empty headed pretty boys for mates. He still does not know that your time with him was purchased and if he did that would devastate him."

"If you never tell him he will never know, I am in love with Dave and I want to see him again. Will you tell me where he is?"

"Suze he is happily married now and has a little boy. Don't ruin his memories of your time together, because if you contact him I will tell him that you were nothing but a hired whore and that would take away all the self-confidence you gave him and it would also make it impossible for him to ever think of you in the same way."

When he said that my heart felt crushed in my chest and I turned away from him because I did not want him to see my tears and that was when I saw the picture on the credenza behind me of Dave and a beautiful young blond woman smiling in total happiness and holding a small child.

"What is his name?" I asked pointing at the picture.

"Stephen," he answered, "but for some reason my son always calls him Skivy."



Travelers



I will never forget the look of complete fear and awe on his face and that wonderful feeling of total empowerment that it gave me. When he took me by the shoulders and brought my mouth to his our kiss was one of complete need on his part and exultation on mine. I pulled my lips away from his and looked into his face with an impish smile.

Darrel looked at me with the most pleading of looks and then he simply said, "Please."

When he came the second time in my mouth he was practically crying in relief.

   …

After that evening we dated each other exclusively for the next two years. I did not want to have intercourse with Darrel because somehow to do so would have put our relationship on an even basis and I loved being in control. Darrel became content with just fantastic oral sex and I was content to give him just that. 

A few months into our relationship I began to notice his fraternity brothers and a few other guys on campus seemed to be looking at my mouth when ever we were talking. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but overtime I became sure that they were. Finally I asked Darrel if he had told any of his friends about my ‘skills' and he admitted that he had. At first I was pissed, but after awhile I began to feel that I had some degree of power over his friends just when I was talking to them. I have always had a full and pouty lips and a mouth a little too big for my face. Now I began to realize that I could drive guys crazy just by the way I ate. I developed the habit of sucking on the end of my pencils and pens or using them to pull down my lower lip whenever I had a male audience. I loved having lunch with several guys in the quad because I would pretend to not be aware of making them squirm because of the sexy way I would make love to food with my mouth. I would often eat bananas for no other reason than their effect on my rapidly growing fan club.

The month that Darrel was graduating he proposed to me, but I knew that I could never marry someone who I could so completely control and I turned him down. I felt bad when he began to beg me to reconsider, but the more he begged the more I knew my decision was the right one.

The next year just about every guy in my fan club asked me out, but I turned them all down. There was one guy in Darrel's fraternity who, although he must have heard Darrel's bragging about me, never bought into my little oral Annie act. There was something dark and serious about Mark that I found interesting and challenging and I wanted to go out with him in the worst way. Finally one day while we were talking alone and I was doing my full flirt with him he suddenly said, "Are you as sexy as you think you are?"

At first I did not know what to say and then I simply smiled at him and with less self-confidence than I had felt in years said, "Why don't you ask me out and find out for yourself?"

    …

From the beginning I knew that Mark was different. The first time we went out I could not wait to get him into my mouth. I wanted to prove to him that I was as sexy as I thought I was and I wanted to satisfy him (and myself) that I was the sexiest girl he had ever had or would ever have. He let me perform my magic, but afterwards was not content with that and kept trying to get under my thong. He didn't succeed that night, but he did the next. 

The next time we went out he would not let me have my treat (his penis in my mouth), but instead kept kissing and fondling me until finally he managed to get his finger against my outer vaginal lips outside of my thong. He kept gently stroking me until the wetness totally saturated my thong and made the contact even more unbearable. Finally I felt his finger slide into me and for the first time in my life I let a guy ‘finger fuck' me. He kept it up until I had both arms wrapped around his arm and my head buried against his chest as I began to gasp in out-of-control total ecstasy. I cried in relief when his fingers gave me my first real orgasm and I felt shy and embarrassed in his presence. 

Mark held me for a long time and then he said, "Sex for me is about mutual pleasure, and it's not about some sort of a power trip."

    …

After that I was never the same. Mark and I were a steady item for the remainder of the year, but, no matter how much I begged him, he would not make love to me. When he told me that he wanted to be a virgin on his wedding night, I said, "Lets get married!" and he just smiled at me. When graduation time came I waited for his proposal and when it didn't come I told him that I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and that was when he told me he could never marry me. When I asked him why he told me that his parents were Orthodox Jews and that they expected him to marry in the faith. I was devastated.

The next year I became a grind while I finished my teaching credential and I dated no one. After I got the credential I got a contract and taught for a year and still dated no one. The only males I came in contact with were other teachers and they were such a pitiful bunch of complete twits and losers that I had no interest at all in getting involved with any of them.

The summer after my first year of teaching I was off to Europe with my Eurailpass. One afternoon on the deck of a sail boat that serves as a hostel in the Stockholm harbor I met Jeremy. Jeremy had been in some of my education classes with me but I had never noticed him. He told me that he was in awe of me in college and I liked the admiration and my old feelings of self-confidence and sexual power began to return. 

Jeremy and I decided to travel south together and when somewhere in the woods outside the small village of Granna, Sweden I gave him my virginity he was astounded. He told me that he had heard such wild stories about me in college and he had seen enough of my oral teasing and flirting to be certain the stories were true.

Jeremy was also working for the Seattle school system and we dated all the next year and lived together the following year. That May we married and we left for our honeymoon in Europe. 

The last week of our summer our passes expired in Venice and we camped in the campground at Mestre for a week before catching our flight from Milano back to the states. During that week a rec vec was parked next to our tent and we got to know its owner pretty well. He invited us over for dinner a few times and we talked and shared a joint together. Russ was a nice guy and a teacher in Santa Monica, California who taught for the ability to travel like we did. He was waiting for his wife to arrive at the Venice airport. She was a chemical engineer and for that reason they had the money to rent a rec vec, but she only could get three weeks vacation so he came over early and picked the camper up in Stuttgart and drove it down to Italy.

Our fourth night in the campground we shared a couple joints and then had a nice dinner in Russ' camper with a cold crisp bottle of Soave. We went to our tent around ten or eleven and about midnight it began to rain with a furious intensity. Jeremy had not bothered to dig a trench around our tent and it began to flood almost immediately. It was raining so hard though that I doubt if it would have made a difference. We didn't think we or our things could get any wetter when suddenly there was a loud crash and a huge wave of water almost washed us and the tent away.

The canvas awning of Russ' camper had broken under the weight of the water and all the accumulated water came crashing down on us. The noise woke Russ up and the door to his luxuriously dry camper came open and he shined a flashlight on us and his awning and said, "You two better get in her before you get washed away."

He did not need to make the invitation twice! We scrambled inside while Russ was pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. He handed us two big towels and said to us to dry off and to put our wet clothes in his shower. Russ handed me a robe that I slipped into under the towel and a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt to Jeremy. Russ then poured us each a large glass of something called Cragganmore and without thinking twice I took a large swallow and then another. I have never been much of a hard liquor drinker and it was the first time I had ever had a single malt whiskey, but it was delicious and warming.

"God this stuff is great and it smells good too!" I said to Russ as he refilled my glass.

"Its considered one of the most characteristic and aromatic of the Speyside single malts," he said and I didn't know what he was talking about but I was happy to have a second glass of it.

When Russ offered to share his bed with us I was reluctant but relieved. I certainly did not want to go back out into the deluge. I kept my robe on and got into the bed between Russ and my husband. I lay on my side facing Jeremy and I cuddled him for warmth and to give Russ as much space as possible. Russ was also on his side and I could feel his body heat and tried to ignore his growing erection nuzzling between the cheeks of my ass.

Jeremy began to get amorous and I was murmuring to him, "Not here Jeremy" as he kissed my neck and cupped my breasts.

To silence me he began to kiss me on the mouth and when I tried to push him away as much as I could in that tight space I heard him say, "Its OK, its Ok" and thought that he was trying to reassure me, but then I felt Russ kissing the nape of my neck and his arms encircled me and his hands replaced my husband's on my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden in fear and excitement at what was happening and then with four hands caressing me and two mouths kissing me I started to acquiesce to what was happening to me. Jeremy slid his finger into me and I spread my legs open to accommodate his hand. I began to squirm as his hand loosened me up and I began to become wetter and wetter and then I felt a second finger entering me from behind. 

I could not believe what was happening! I now had two fingers in my pussy. One was my husbands and the other was Russ' and I was totally at their mercy. My body was betraying me as I became increasingly aroused. Jeremy withdrew his hand from me and began to kiss me while pushing me down onto my back between them. When Jeremy broke the kiss he lowered his head to my breast and began to kiss and lick my left nipple while Russ did the same to my right. By now my robe was completely open and Jeremy left my breast to help me get my arms out of the sleeves while Russ began to kiss my mouth, then the hollow of my neck, then between my breasts, then I felt his tongue probing my belly button and a few seconds later his mouth was kissing me midway between my naval and trailing down to where my pubic hair began.

When his tongue parted my lower lips and he began to kiss me there I shuttered and moaned out my gratitude to him because, believe it or not, Jeremy had never given me oral sex. He loved receiving oral sex, but when it came to reciprocating he said he found it disgusting. I often wondered if that meant he found me and my love for giving oral pleasure disgusting, but those thoughts were far from my head as Russ brought me to my first ever oral orgasm. I now had both hands holding each side of his head as I felt myself opening to his wonderful beautiful probing tongue.

My eyes drifted over to Jeremy who was now sitting on the edge of the bed watching me writhe in ecstasy under another man's tongue. He had a strange look on his face and I suddenly felt stricken at what I was allowing, but then remembered that he had manipulated the whole thing. As that thought and the thought of his denying me oral sex went through my head I felt a surge of anger bordering on belligerence and I no longer cared what he was thinking.

I pulled Russ up to me and when I kissed him I could taste myself on his lips and on his tongue and all I wanted to do was return the favor as I slid down to his waiting and erect penis. 

My entire being was focused on bringing the cock in my mouth the absolute maximum of pleasure it had ever experienced and the old self-confidence that I could was back! I totally forgot about my husband until I heard him say to Russ like I was not even in the room, "Isn't she incredible, we all called her SS in college, short for Suze Succubus."

Suddenly I remembered that in my last year of college a lot of the guys started calling me that. I had thought nothing of it because my name was Suze Sanderson and SS seemed like an obvious nick name. I felt tears of anger welling up in my eyes and I was so angry all I wanted to do was hurt my husband in anyway I could and as I felt Russ approaching the point of no return I stopped making eye contact with him and stared into my husbands eyes as the cock in my mouth began to pulse out its first and second ejaculations and I swallowed. The third fourth and fifth ejaculations I did not swallow, but instead let them fill my mouth and coat my tongue until I was sure I had a mouth totally full of another man's cum and then I pulled away from Russ's cock and stuck my tongue out at my husband so he could see another mans sperm in my mouth. I then smiled at him as I closed my mouth and swallowed and then circled my lips with my tongue to get every last drop.

Jeremy gave me a smirking smile and said, "You're such a whore."

I pulled the comforter over Russ and myself and we kissed and cuddled as if Jeremy was not even there until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning I woke Russ up ‘making the rubber band hard'. Jeremy was still asleep until just seconds before I straddled Russ and guided him into me. I was still hurt and angry and I was using Russ as much for my own pleasure as a device to get revenge. While we were fucking I kept saying to Russ over and over again that I loved his big fat cock in me and when I started to cum I looked right into Jeremy's eyes and said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

I was a little embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior afterwards and that afternoon Jeremy and I left with still wet clothing for Milano and our return flight. 

We hardly spoke to one another until mid Atlantic and then Jeremy suddenly said, "I'm sorry. I did engineer the whole thing, I don't know why. I guess because I was a geek and a nerd until I met you. I was so awed by you in college and I so hated the big men on campus that you hung with. Russ was another one of them he was good looking and charming and self-confident and I hated him for it."

"If that's true why did you maneuver me into sleeping with him?" I asked.

"Because I am so proud of you and I wanted him to know what he was missing, I wanted him to be jealous of me because I have always been jealous of people like him." Jeremy answered.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"I thought so up until I made that stupid comment about your nick name in college, I knew immediately that that was an act of betrayal and I knew that it was a secret that I should not have kept from you after I found out your reputation was way over exaggerated. From that point on in the evening I was the jealous one and the next morning while I watched you have intercourse with another man for the first time all I could think about was that I don't want to lose you." Jeremy admitted to me.

Over the next year we patched up our marriage and we silently agreed to never bring the subject of what happened outside Venice up again and that is why when we had our argument over Jeremy sending the email it was so significant when he said, "Yes, but I wasn't the last was I?" He went too far and damaged our marriage irreparably.