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It Wasn't A Dream

By: gentle_man



** Authors note - This story was inspired by and is dedicated to my dear e-friend, Trish. Thank you, Kitten! **

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"What a nice place you have," you say to me, as you step into my home. You smile teasingly, "I didn't think a man could ever be this neat."

"Thank you," I say with a sardonic grin, "I find it's easier to be neat. Do you mind leaving your shoes here? May I take your jacket and would you like something to drink?"

"Fresh! I've just walked in and already you're taking my clothes off," you say, looking down coyly, then you smile to let me know you're joking. "I am thirsty, a glass of water would be nice." You step out of your pumps, then slip off the short sleeved bolero vest, and hand it to me.

You are resplendent in a rich, pink, silk dress, patterned with small red flowers. The sleeveless dress clings to your body, from the one-button straps at your shoulders, to your belted waist, down snugly over your hips and bottom, then flowing gracefully to just above your knees. 

Once again this evening, I am mesmerized by your beauty, from your blond, curly hair hanging below your shoulders, to your dimpled cheeks, down to your small, pink toenails, you are a masterpiece of feminine sensuality. 

"Water?" you say, breaking me out of my trance. 

"Right! Sorry!" I hang up your vest, then turn on a light in the great room. "Please make yourself at home." 

Slipping into the kitchen, I emerge a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. I place them on the coffee table, then walk over to where you're looking at my books.

"You read a lot, I see," you say. "Not only are you quiet, but you're deep."

"Out of all the men in the office, why did you agree to go out with me?" I ask. "I'm sixteen years older than you."

"Sixteen and a half, but who's counting? Even though you're shy, you're friendly. You have a good sense of humor, and you're cute. Where's that water?" You walk to the sofa and sit down, sipping your drink. 

I turn the stereo on, load it with soft music, and join you on the sofa. Our conversation continues from dinner. We talk of books, of music, of sports (you're very knowledgeable), until finally I say, "Would you like to dance?"

"Love to," you say, taking my offered hand. I dim the light to a more romantic level and lead you to the middle of the room. You glide into my arms and we dance around the thick carpeted room, slow and graceful, as if we had danced together before. 

When we're near the French door to the balcony, I say, "Let's dance in the moonlight."

Once we're outside, you melt back into my arms and we dance, hips swaying together, my arms around your waist, your head on my shoulder. My arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer. You look up into my eyes, seeing the hunger there; your lips are parted and your breath catches in your throat. Before you can breathe again, I lean down and kiss you. Your kiss is as sweet as morning dew. It grows in a passion and with a rhythm as old as time. My tongue penetrates your moist mouth, where together our tongues dance and flick. I feel you shiver and I smile. Your knees buckle and we sink slowly to the floor, never breaking the contact between us. 

Can you feel my arms tremble? I hope not. I would hate for you to think I was nervous. I'm not. I tremble with long suppressed desire, fighting to get out. I don't want to give in to my male needs until I have taken you to the mountaintop. Only then will I allow my lust to burn uncontrollably, consuming both of us in orgasmic bliss.

I slip one arm behind your back, then scoop the other under your knees. With little effort I lift you up and carry you through the French doors and into the great room, where I set you down and pull you back into a tight embrace. When our lips meet your knees buckle again and I have to lower your nearly limp body onto the soft carpet. 

The music plays softly in the quiet room. The romantic melodies soothe the soul but fan the flames of love. One light burns in the corner of the room, enough light to see clearly, but dim enough to soften the edges.

I have one arm around you waist, the other behind your shoulders, my hand at your neck holding your head and shoulders off the floor. Your arms are around my shoulders, keeping our lips inches apart. I look in your eyes and see green fire, smoky with want, half lidded, ready to close when our lips touch. I can see in your eyes your acceptance of what is happening. I can also see that not only is this what you want, it is what you have wanted for a long time.

You are half lying on the soft, plush carpeting, your legs bent to one side, your body turned into my embrace. I am on one knee next to you, our lips closer now. You tighten your arms and bring our lips together. Two sets of soft, warm lips meet, then press harder as passion grows in two hearts. Although your lips stay together, I can feel your mouth open slightly, telling me a tongue would be welcome. My tongue slides through my lips to taste your lips, which part at my invasion. Before you can meet my tongue with yours, I gently, ever so softly, slide my tongue just across the inside of your upper lip. It has been so long since a man touched that erotic spot you had forgotten how electrifying it is.

You pull back quickly from the shock, eyes wide, a soft "ohhh" escapes, telling me you liked it. My eyes are smiling into yours. "I know many such places on a woman's body," I say. "Tonight you will enjoy them." 

A smile graces your lips. "Tonight we will enjoy them," you murmur.

I bend and lay you down, your blond hair a halo around your angel face. I straighten up slightly and your arms loosen to let me. One of your hands is now on the back of my neck, the other on my shoulder. My hands have moved from behind you to your sides, as I kneel, still on one knee beside you. Pressing hard enough that you know where my hands are, and where they're going, I slide them over the smooth silk of your dress, over your ribs, to your breasts which I cup slightly, then up to the buttons holding the shoulder straps together, one on each side of your neck.

I have been watching my hands, but now I look up into your eyes and you can see the question in my eyes. You know I will go no further without your permission. Your eyes say yes. I glance at your lips, then back into your eyes. Speaking clearly, you say, "Yesss."

Without looking at them, my fingers deftly undo the buttons on your shoulders, then start undoing the buttons from your décolletage to the belt at your waist. I fumble slightly with the belt, but it quickly succumbs to my onslaught and opens. I lean back to undo the last four buttons, one just below your navel, one above your pubic bone, one at your upper thighs, and the last at midthigh. 

Pinching the fabric with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I slowly pull the front of your dress open. First your knees are exposed, then your thighs in the stay up hose. The silk slides away from your black lace, string bikini panties, continues to open until your navel is exposed, catches slightly on your bra. A small tug from me pulls the dress apart and exposes the black lace bra, and finally the dress is completely open, laying under and around your body like a pink aura.

My breath catches in my throat as my gaze sweeps you body. Never in my life have I seen a more beautiful, well-proportioned woman's body. Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you smile at me with your eyes half closed. I reach to the front closure of your bra and open it. "Oooooh!" you purr, as your breasts spill out. 

Your breasts are magnificent! Both of them are a healthy hand full, with big pink areola and large hard nipples. My lips hunger to taste them, but I have unfinished business below.

When my hands slide down to the string of your panties, you whisper, "They tie at the sides."

My hands quickly find the ends and pull. The knots open eagerly, and I pull the front panel of your panties down, exposing your trimmed, blond hair, and your swollen, glistening sex. You are the perfect image of an aroused female, dressed only in your hose.

Your breasts shake and sway provocatively as you sit up, allowing the bra to slip off behind you. "My turn now," you growl as your hands loosen and pull off my tie. Casting it to one side, you undo the buttons on my shirt. When the shirt is open, you run your hands up across my hairy chest to the shoulders, pushing the shirt off and down my arms. 

"Now stand up," you command me. I hasten to comply, this being one exercise that will have a pleasant ending. You open my belt, unsnap my slacks, lower the zipper, and pull the slacks down to the floor. I raise one foot, then the other as you pull the pants off me. 

My penis has tented my boxers until the elastic is stretched away from my stomach. You grab the waistband of my boxers and pause. Looking up into my eyes, you give me a wicked grin, then pull down on my boxers. My penis catches on the elastic as the boxers slide down, then springs back hard enough to slap against my stomach. 

The boxer shorts lay around my ankles as you stare wide-eyed at my penis bobbing only inches from your face. "Oh! My! God!" you say reverently. Looking into my eyes, you say, "You really are the answer to my prayers."

My boxers are still around my ankles, effectively tying my feet together. Standing upright on your knees, you grasp my butt with both hands to steady us, then slide my penis into your mouth as far as it will go. 

"Oh! My! God!" I say reverently. Your lips and tongue play a symphony on my impossibly hard dick. I did not realize how excited I was. "My Darling, I'm about to cum!"

You slide off me only long enough to say, "Cum for me. In my mouth." Then you plunge me back in. You suck hard up and down my penis, once, twice, and on the third time you feel me swell up even more as I start throbbing. You quickly pull back until only the head is in your mouth, my cum shooting onto your tongue, filling your mouth. I shoot four, five, six times. When my ejaculation has stopped, you slide my penis back into your mouth, coating me with my own cum. Then with incredibly hard suction, you pull completely off me, taking all my cum back onto your tongue. With one drop of sperm still on your lips, you look up at me, smile, and swallow twice. 

"You are delicious!" you say, licking your lips.

My knees finally give way from the intents orgasm, and I fall down on the carpet. I can see you smiling at me, still licking your lips. I reach up, pull you down onto me, and kiss you with gratitude and passion. Our tongues dance, and that enflames me again. 

I roll us over, putting you under me. "Wench," I say, "that was not what I planned."

Smiling, you say, "So make a new plan."

"Oh I don't know," I say. "I think the old plan can still be used."

I raise myself up until I am kneeling astride your hips. I lay your arms down outside my legs, palms up. "Try not to writhe too much, my pretty. It will only delay the inevitable. Muah, ha ha ha!"

Bending down, I look deep into your eyes, then kiss the tip of your button nose. Kissing all the while, I move to your right temple, and I softly rub you with my lips. I do the same to your other temple. I kiss each eye, then your lips. I run my tongue along your lips until you part them. I caress the inside edge of your upper and lower lips. I softly breathe into each ear, then trail my tongue down your neck, kissing and nuzzling as I go. 

I kiss down your left arm, jumping over the inside of the elbow, down to your wrist, then kiss and suck the tips of each finger. Kissing back up your arm, I stop at the elbow, where I kiss and suck gently. 

"Oh!" you say, pulling your arm away. "What did you do?"

"Only kissed," I say. "Didn't you like it?"

"It felt electric!"

"It was supposed to."

I do the same to your right arm. You don't pull away this time, but you almost do. I caress your breasts with my lips, licking around the areola and flicking my tongue over the nipple. You say, "Mmmm" several times while I do this.

I kiss, softly, gently, and deliberately, back and forth across your body, working my way down over your ribs, your stomach, your pubic hair, your thighs, your knees, and finally, your feet. I kiss and suck each toe. 

Wrapping my hands around your feet, I gently rotate the toes of the left away from the toes of the right foot. This causes your knees to bend slightly and come open. With a push up on the soles of your feet, your knees spread wide, giving me a clear, open path to your pussy, which is glistening wet in the soft light. 

"And now," I say with a smile, the piece de resistance!"

You need no encouragement to keep your legs open, and in fact, you throw your legs wide apart, encouraging me as I advance to your sexual jewel. Your nether lips are swollen with desire and anticipation. I inhale deeply through my nose, smelling your womanly odor. The odor is definitely an aphrodisiac because I feel myself grow hard again. "Mmmmm" escapes your lips when I exhale on your pussy. 

"Tell me when you want me to stop," I tell you.

Extending my tongue, I slowly run it from the bottom of your pussy, up between the lips, gently over your clitoris, and up to the pubic hair. The feeling is so intense, and you are so super charged, you roll your hips slightly to the side, escaping the almost painful stimulation. You quickly roll back for more. 

You taste strong, slightly bitter, slightly sweet. You taste of a woman far along the path of lust, needful of full orgasmic release. 

I wrap one hand around your leg where it bends at the hip, the other hand I place on the inside of your thigh, bare inches from your open sex. My tongue glides over you again, slightly deeper this time. "OoooOOhh!" you groan as you buck your hips up. 

I lick you again with the same result. Then again. We establish a rhythm, you buck your hips as I start to lick, then come back down so I can flick my tongue over your clit. Seven times we do this, eight times, nine. You start hitting the floor with your fists in time with the clitoral stimulation. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" You say/moan. Your climax is coming fast, and after three or four more licks you scream in release. "Aahh... Aaahh... Aaaaiiieee!"

I stop licking you. I know you are painfully sensitive from your climax, and I don't want to hurt you. I gaze at your red and swollen vagina, only inches in front of my face. I can see your lips throbbing from the orgasm, and I see additional juice trickle from between your lips and run down into the lower crack.

Patience. I wait, knowing that rushing now would ruin the evening, and I have all the time I need. After a few minutes, I place my palm over your swollen pussy lips and press gently. You jump slightly when I touch you, then settle down. My pressing hand will ease the sensitivity.

A few more minutes and your breathing almost returns to normal. I remove my hand from your pussy and see that your are no longer throbbing, although you are still swollen and wet. 

I place my index finger on your pubic hair, then slide it firmly down, over your clitoris and between your wet vaginal lips. When the tip of my finger is over the hole, I slide it smoothly into you as far as it will go. "Mmm?" you say, then "Mmmm!" 

Your pussy walls are tight around my finger as I slide it in and out, starting a new sexual rhythm. You buck and roll your hips as I plunge my finger in and out. You know my finger is only a preview of what is to come, but it still feels good. 

Another climax starts building within you. I can hear you're breathing becoming labored and I see your fists clenching at your side. My finger plunges in and out faster. I hear "Oh, ooh, ooohhh!" softly coming from your lips. In and out faster. Oh! In and out. Oh. In/out. Oh. Inout. Oh. Faster. Oh!

I'm watching your reaction. You're starting to raise your shoulder off the carpet, as if you're about to do a sit-up. Inout. Oh. Inout. Oh. When the "Oh!" changes to "Ah. Aaah. Aaaahh!" the time is right. I press my tongue against you clitoris, flicking the tip hard. 

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeehhh!" Your scream rattles the windows. You're curled up almost double, while you're heels beat a tattoo on the floor. You've grabbed two handfuls of my hair with you hands and press my face hard into your sex. 

It hurts but I don't care. All I want to do is give you the best orgasm you have ever had from a man's tongue. I know I've succeeded when you collapse limp and covered with sweat.

My finger slips out of your hole, and I lay my head against your thigh. "Would you like me to stop now?"

"Oh, yes! Stop. Where's the bathroom? I really have to pee."

"First door on the left," I say, pointing down the hallway.

You slowly stand up and stumble down to the bathroom. You don't come back for almost ten minutes. While you are gone I turn out the light, get you something to drink, and open the curtains. The moon is shining bright through the French door, casting its silver light on me, as I sit on the floor, leaning against the easy chair, waiting for you.

"I'm over here," I call out as you come into the room, still light blind from the bathroom light. You sway over to me as your eyes become accustomed to the softer light. 

Patting the carpet between my legs, I say, "Sit and rest for a while. Let's watch the moon." I lift up a glass of water, "Thirsty?"

"Yes!" you say, taking the glass and gulping it all down. "You, gentle sir, are the most thoughtful man I've ever known." Putting the glass down, you sit between my legs and lean back against me. I wrap my arms around you as you snuggle into me. 

"This is so romantic," you say. "This has been the most wonderful night I can remember. Thank you"

"I should be thanking you, but the night's not over yet," I say, moving my hands to cup your breasts. "The night is young, and I'm still willing."

"After what you've done to me tonight, my darling, I will do anything you want." You turn to look me in the eyes. "Anything!"

"Make love with me."

"Gladly, and with all my heart!" you say, as you twist around and kiss me. You continue turning until you're on your hands and knees in front of me, your breasts hanging down.

We kiss again, and I reach in to caress your tits. You kiss me harder, sliding your tongue into my mouth. You reach between my legs and caress my penis. I'm as hard as I was when you undressed me. 

"What do you want me to do?" you ask.

Smiling, I say "Stand up. Now straddle my hips. Good. Now lower yourself down on me. Oh, yes!"

You have impaled yourself on me, surrounding me with your tight, wet pussy. I see the smile on your face, the smile of a woman who feels full and complete. It is the smile of a woman who is totally happy.

Here I am, sitting on the floor, leaning back on the easy chair, my legs bent up behind you. You are sitting on me, your legs, one on each side of me, bent back like you are kneeling. That which makes me a man fully and completely embedded in that which makes you a woman. We are truly one, our bodies joined in the way they were meant to be. Life is sweet!

The moon shines into the room, directly behind your head. As I gaze at you, I see a halo around your head, a bright silver glow, and I think, "I am truly making love to an angel."

Because of the reflected light from the room, I can see the blush across your cheeks and chest. Your eyes are half lidded, your head tilted back slightly, your mouth slightly open, curled at the ends in a slight smile. Your walls are squeezing me in small, rippling spasms. You are having a long, constant, orgasm.

You lean forward and put your hands on my shoulders, causing another spasm. I reach up and cup your breast, causing still another spasm. With your face closer to mine, I can hear you moaning. "Oh. Oh. Oh." Coming at the same time as your squeezing. 


It Wasn't a Dream



If it hadn't happened to me and having the CD of most of that night's events recorded with my camcorder, I would have said it had all been a dream. My wife Savannah denied it then and denies to this day that she had anything to do with the fateful night in the ski chalet we'd rented with a couple of her girlfriends that helped complete her transformation from a prude to the sexually adventurous woman of my dreams that I'd begun to think wasn't even within her.

Our sex life had become predictable and routine; once during the week usually on Tuesday and once each on Saturday and Sunday with missionary being our primary position and, very rarely, doggie. She wasn't very vocal, didn't push up to meet me when I plunged down into her, and after we both came; acted like she was embarrassed that she'd enjoyed the orgasm I'd given her while I was fucking her.

I had tried to get her to open up a little and try new things, new positions, role playing, and every other thing I could think of to bring the spark back into our sex life and hopefully stop the slide we both had begun thinking to ourselves we were in but never told each other about. She had resisted, acted shocked and hurt, or flat out refused every suggestion, attempt, or plea I'd had or action I tried to do.

Even though I loved her and it was hurting me emotionally having the thought at all, I was almost to the point of throwing in the towel and asking for a divorce. Luckily or maybe from pure desperation on my part, I started talking to her during one of our Saturday love making sessions, telling her how I'd been dreaming about her making love to another woman while I watched and then joining her in pleasuring her female lover long into the night.

I hadn't expected the response I got as I thrust into her wet pussy while telling her in great detail how the two of them gave each other multiple orgasms while kissing, caressing, and eventually eating each other's pussies in 69 position. Savannah was a totally different person during our love making that day than the one I was used to. She moaned louder, thrust up to meet me, and acted happy about the two orgasms she'd had instead of the one she normally had.

It took some coaxing on my part, but I got her to tell me why she'd reacted the way she had and she finally admitted she'd been having a similar dream except that I was the one making love to the other woman and she was watching. That had been four months ago and we had begun telling each other the other fantasies we had. We both picked up on the fact that her fantasies of me and another man fucking her, even though it turned her on immensely, had a negative effect on me. 

I would lose my erection immediately at the mention of another man kissing her, touching her, and had even become physically ill the one time she'd continued to tell me about had big her fantasy orgasm had been when her male lover filled her pussy with his hot load while fucking her bareback. I had barely made it to the commode before I tossed my cookies from the mental image of her coming for another man and him coming in her pussy. She stopped telling me about any fantasies she had that involved another man, but would beg for me to tell her the many scenarios that my fantasy of her and another woman together had manifested into after we'd begun talking about it.

Don't get the wrong impression, not all of my fantasies included another woman. I told her of the ones that only involved us and the sexual acts that she'd refused to do in the past. Giving and receiving oral sex from each other, fucking somewhere else in the house besides our bedroom, outdoor sex, sex in the shower, and anal were all other fantasies I shared with her. None of them turned her on as much as the one of her or me with another woman. We began fulfilling some of the ones with only the two of us involved and our sex life improved even beyond the level it had been when we were dating and then newlyweds and couldn't seem to keep from ending up fucking any time we were together, alone, and had time to fuck even if it was a quickie because it was so new to both of us. 

She was Savannah Gold when we met and my name's Michael Hartman. I was a twenty two year old recently graduated electrical engineer in my first job and she was the twenty year old daughter of the neighbors that lived next door to my supervisor and new friend Justin Craft and his wife Wendy and we were all at the end of summer barbeque that Justin and Wendy had every year. They were ten years older than me and had, despite the fact he was my boss, adopted me into their family when they found out I was far away from home and without friends or family close enough to help me with the transition from care free college student to working class stiff on his own for the first time if you didn't count college, which I didn't.

Being short (5'8"), stocky in build, with a baby face that made me look several years younger than my classmates all through middle school, high school, and beyond coupled with a fear of girls during those years; I hadn't had much experience with girls or women. I never did have a steady girlfriend and only a handful of not very successful dates up to that time in my live. I had not lost my virginity until I was twenty one and it had not been the best experience for either the girl or me. The second time we had sex was better and I did get her off when I ate her pussy before fucking her, but she went back to her old high school sweetheart a couple of weeks after that particular event and I never saw or spoke to her again.

Savannah was an average looking girl and definitely not a raging beauty, but I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her after her arrival that day. She was slightly shorter than me with short brown hair, green eyes, a button nose, full lips, a stocky build similar to mine, and the feature that kept my eyes searching for her whenever she moved out of my sight, those big breasts that stood up and out on her chest. 

She acted shy and unsure of herself much like I did and if it hadn't been for Wendy; we never would have talked to each other. Wendy must have seen the way I was looking at Savannah and, in a roundabout way, steered Savannah over to where I was sipping on an iced tea and introduced us. After the first few awkward minutes, Savannah and I both relaxed and began talking to each other like we'd known each other for a long time and not like we'd only been introduced to each other moments earlier. Neither of us noticed when Wendy slipped away leaving us alone together. 

I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon talking to Savannah, but when she said she had to leave before the barbeque was over, I reverted back to my old fearful self and let her walk away without getting her phone number or asking her about the possibility of us going on a date. If Justin hadn't given me the encouragement to call her house and ask her out, we'd never went on that first date and eventually fallen in love.

That had been eight years ago and we'd been fairly happy for most of those eight. I hadn't found out about her many hang-ups when it came to sex until after we were married. While we were dating and because neither of us was very experienced, everything we did sexually was new and exciting. The fact that Savannah wasn't good when it came to oral sex didn't cause me any problems because I wasn't that good at it either at first. Everything that would later become major issues in our marriage when it came to sex didn't matter in those days of courtship and our early married years.

When I started trying to introduce new things into our sex life was when the problems began. I found out that Savannah's very religious and divorced mom had preached to her that sex was dirty and a wife wasn't supposed to enjoy it but had to let her husband have it to keep him happy. Everything other than missionary was perverted and not to be indulged in. The only place you could have sex was in the martial bed, with the lights off, and most of your clothes still on. 

She explained to me that the reason we had pre-marital sex was because she was rebelling, consciously or not, against her mother's control on her. I was the one that insisted we leave the light on. I wanted to see her, to me, beautiful body.

I was the one that stripped us both naked so I could touch and kiss as much of her body as I could. I was the one that practiced on his oral techniques to the point that I could always give her an orgasm with my mouth. 

Savannah wasn't interested in doing that. Yes, she would give me blow jobs, but very rarely, and they were more like hand jobs with her mouth only close to my dick to provide saliva for lubrication. She didn't try to get better no matter how much I encouraged her, complained to her, or anything else I tried. 

I talked to her, pleaded with her, bought and read the "Joy of Sex" to her, and made (yes made) her watch porn tapes with me; but none of it changed her mind about sex. I loved her so much and had gotten so tired from trying to change her that I quit trying and lived with the way our sex life was. Our life together proceeded on in that routine I'd mentioned earlier and to the point that my frustration and unhappiness were greater than my love for Savannah and I was ready to walk away from it like I've already mentioned.

The sharing of our fantasies had opened up Savannah's mind to the idea that sex was not dirty and was meant to be enjoyed and that when you were doing it with and for someone you loved it was actually pretty fantastic. What happened on our first ski trip of the season removed whatever remnants of that prudish attitude that she'd had previously completely.

We had taken our one week vacation to go skiing with two of Savannah's girlfriends who were sharing the ski chalet and its cost with us. It was a six day five night package that Savannah had found online. The ski resort had ten trails from beginner to expert and fifty inches of mostly man-made snow on them. It was the second week of January and it had started out like it was going to be a perfect vacation until the accident that may or may not have precipitated the events that happened after it.

It would have been one of the oldest clichés in the book except for one thing, I broke my leg tripping over my own feet and falling down the stairs coming back down them after helping Lori Beth and Lisa, the two girlfriends of Savannah's mentioned earlier, carry their suitcases to the upstairs bedroom where the two full sized beds were located in the second bedroom of the two bedroom chalet and not out on the slopes.

I spent that night in the local hospital and Savannah spent it there with me in an easy chair that reclined and in which she slept. Having practice with crutches from multiple sprains and the other leg being broken during practice when I was on the middle school football team, I was allowed to leave the hospital after the one night stay. My right leg was in a cast from mid-thigh down to mid-calf so my skiing fun was over before it even started. 

Savannah helped me get comfortable in the king sized bed that we had gotten on the first floor and stayed in the chalet with me that second day while Lori Beth and Lisa enjoyed themselves skiing. On the third day I assured Savannah I'd be all right and that she should go with her friends out onto the slopes. I went back and forth from the couch in the living area to our bed while they were skiing. I could see and hear the joy and happiness that the three of them must have experienced together out on the slopes, but got a little anxious from what I overheard them saying when they thought I was asleep as they came in.

"Those three guys we met were hunks. Too bad you're married and Mike's here. We could all three be getting our brains fucked out right now by them." I heard Lori Beth telling her two friends excitedly. 

"That's right and if we'd played our cards right, we probably could have ended up getting all three of them to fuck each of us. I haven't been part of a good orgy since I left college. Remember how hot it was to be fucking two guys side by side and then having them switch with each other so that we got fucked by both of them in the same night, Lori Beth? The feel of two different cocks in the same night, the differences and similarities between them is something I don't think I'll ever forget.

Can we go to the main lodge for that mixer they're having? I overheard Greg, George, and Mark saying that they were going to be there." Lisa exclaimed just as excitedly.

"The two of you can go. I need to stay here with Michael. I missed him not being out there with me today and I want to spend the evening with him." Savannah told her friends, but I could hear the sound of disappointment in her voice.

"Please come with us, Savannah. You now Mark was really into you and even though you didn't give him the same encouragement that we were giving Greg and George, I could tell you were getting a little hot and bothered by the attention he was showing you. Admit it, you'd let him fuck you if Michael weren't here." Lori Beth was saying to my faithful (I assumed) wife of eight years.

"NO. I wouldn't let Mark fuck me even if Michael weren't here. I love him too much and wouldn't do anything to cause me to loose what we have together so I could have a few nights of pleasure with another man. Of all the things we've talked about doing together, me being with another man is the only one I'm sure of that would cause Michael to kick my ass to the curb and divorce me and he'd do everything he could to hurt and humiliate me in the process.

If you want to go to the lodge tonight, go; but I'm staying here with my loving husband. He may not be tall, dark, and handsome like Mark, but he treats me like a queen and loves me like no other man could so I'll be staying here with him tonight." Savannah told her friends with a bit of anger and determination.

"Fine, we'll go by ourselves. I'm sure the two of us can make all three of those guys happy tonight if they're interested and I'm pretty sure that they are, don't you, Lisa?" Lori Beth huffed at Savannah.

"Yeah, it's been awhile since I've been spit roasted by two guys so maybe I'll let two of those three do that to me tonight. I'm going to go take a hot shower and a nap before tonight's party." Lisa said before I heard her climbing the stairs.

"Wait, Lisa. I think I'll join you." 

I heard Lori Beth yell out before I heard her running up the stairs and began to wonder about what she'd meant about joining her. I had to admit that the image of them naked and fucking each other on one of the upstairs beds sped through the jumble of images and emotions that were in my head at that moment.

I had planned on acting like I was asleep, but after hearing what Savannah had said, decided not to try and deceive her like that. I had always been open and honest with her and I didn't want to start keeping secrets like she'd done for so long during our past years together. I was sitting up in the bed with three of the four pillows that had been on our bed when we arrived propped up behind me and cushioning my back from the hard wood of the headboard. 

Savannah hesitated when she saw me sitting there, getting that frightened deer in the headlights look that I'm sure every husband has seen on his wife's face at one time or another.

"How much of that did you hear, Michael?" Savannah asked me with that same sense of fear in her voice.

"Please, shut and lock the door then I'll answer your question, Savannah." I said to her in as calm of a tone as I could muster.

She did as I asked and hurried to the side of the bed that I was laying on where she tried to hug and kiss me, but I stuck out my hands to stop her before she could get her arms around me or her lips close enough to mine to land her kiss on them. I saw her struggle not to break down into tears from my actions.

"You don't have to tell me. Your actions are answer enough. Please Michael, you've got to believe me when I tell you nothing and I mean NOTHING happened between me and Mark." Savannah began pleading with me as she stood there beside the bed wringing her hands while a couple of tears ran down her cheeks.

"Something must have happened if you got "hot and bothered" enough for Lori Beth to notice it. We may as well start planning our divorce if you're going to start lying to me or keeping secrets from me again. You were totally right about one thing I overheard; I'll kick your ass to the curb quicker than it takes a pro placekicker's extra point try to go through the uprights and all the other things you said I'd do if I ever find out you've had any type of sex with another man, hand jobs and blowjobs included. 

I don't know why I don't react the same way when I picture you with another woman, but it always makes me sick to my stomach whenever the tiniest idea of another man touching you that way comes into my head. 

I love you with all my heart, but I won't stay with you if you're ever with another man."

Savannah continued to stand there wringing her hands, but she'd also begun chewing, figuratively, on her bottom lip and I knew from past experience that what she was about to say was not going to be pleasant to hear.

"Michael, you know I've tried to change over the last few months and be more honest and truthful with you, but old habits are hard to break. I never intended for you to find out about anything that happened after we met those three guys in the chairlift line. I guess I could have ridden on a chair by myself the second time the six of us found ourselves at the lifts together, but the line was long and Lori Beth and Lisa had already gotten onto separate chairs with Greg and George beside each of them so I got on the third one with Mark.

He did keep telling me how beautiful he thought I was even though I knew it was a line and not the truth during the ride and how he'd like to get to know me better. The touching didn't start until the next ride and by then Lori Beth and Lisa were swapping spit with their guys and I guess Mark thought I was like them. 

I told him no when he tried to kiss me and that I was married and not single like they were and that I couldn't do with him what they were doing with his friends. I never let him kiss me and except for what he was saying and arm brushing across my boobs that I ignored, I didn't encourage him in anyway; but he was getting me excited and those fantasies I've had being fucked by another man going through my head didn't help."

"What touching? Did you let him play with your breasts on the lift? No, wait. It was your pussy that you were letting him touch while high up on the lift where nobody could see except for the people in the lift in front of you. That's why you got so excited and not because of what he was saying. I bet the only fantasy you were thinking about was you and him fucking in this bed while I was forced to watch, tied to a chair; because even with the broken leg, you knew I'd hurt you both somehow if I weren't tied up. That's why Lori Beth said you got "hot and bothered", because she watched from the other lift while he played with your pussy. 

You might as well go with your friends and put the finishing touch to our marriage by fucking Mark if even half of what I've said or been thinking happened out on the lifts today. I love you, Savannah, but I won't be cuckolded by you and another man and I'm beginning to wonder if I can even trust you after what I've overheard and what you've said today."

"Stop! Please stop! Stop saying all those horrible things and thinking all of those terrible thoughts. None of those things happened and I would never tie you up or let another man tie you up and force you to watch me have sex with him. The touching was mostly innocent; holding my hand or arm while helping me on and off the lifts, helping me up when I fell, which only happened once I'll have you know, not like the last ski trip we went on and it seemed like I'd forgotten how to ski. 




It Wasn't a Dream



Yes, he brushed my breasts with his arms, but when he tried to touch them with his hands, I stopped him and let him know that he better not try it again. Yes, he laid his hand on my thigh, but I stopped him from going higher than mid-thigh, again letting him know he'd better not try it again. When he "accidently" stumbled to get close enough to try and kiss me after I'd told him on the lift that it wasn't going to happen; I pushed him away, he fell, and I didn't help him up. I left him and the others on the slopes and spent a good hour at the lodge, alone, before Lori Beth and Lisa found me there. 

I did fantasize about him fucking me and you were there, but you were there willingly and were as turned on by him fucking me as I was from him actually fucking me. After he made me come the first time, we changed positions into doggie and while he was fucking me from behind, you were fucking my face and I was taking your entire seven inches in my mouth and down my throat just like you've fantasized about. I even let you shoot your whole load down my throat, again something you've dreamed about doing.

I know you can't stomach the thought of me fucking another man and that particular fantasy of mine will never come true while you're alive, but I can't help it if I think about it happening. Can you help it that the thought of me with another woman turns you on so much?"

"No, I can't and I've already told you that I can't explain why the idea of you being with another woman turns me on, but the idea of you being with another man turns my stomach."

"Michael, I know I've kept secrets, big secrets, from you in the past and you have every right to have doubts when it comes to trusting me, but I've never lied to you. I know you think keeping secrets is the same as lying, but I don't. Can you honestly tell me that you think I've lied to you since we've met and during our time together?"

"Not counting those secrets you were talking about?"

"Yes, those don't count. You had no knowledge of them and as soon as you started asking me the right kinds of questions, I told them to you freely and honestly. I do love you, Michael, more than you'll ever know and I'll never do anything to hurt you physically or emotionally if I can help it and that's the God's honest truth.

I can't make you trust me, but I'm asking you to try and try hard to believe me about everything that happened today, my promises to you to try and be more open and honest like you are, and my oath that I'll never be with another person sexually, man or woman, unless you're absolutely sure that you want it and can handle it. I won't do anything to jeopardize our marriage, I promise, I won't.

Will you let me hug and kiss you, now? I did miss you on the slopes and lifts today. Please Michael, stop being mad and paranoid so we can enjoy an evening alone together. I really need you to hold me right now." She asked me with those big, pleading, puppy dog eyes that she can make and always make me weak in the knees and unable to resist in the past and that time was no exception.

" As to your first question, no, I don't think you've ever lied to me. As to the second, yes, you can give me a hug and kiss, but you have to do something first."

"Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it if I can. Please Michael, hurry and tell me."

"Take off most of those clothes you have on. I can't believe you're not sweating bullets with all those clothes still on."

Savannah hurriedly stripped until she was down to her bra and panties and her body below the neck had a sheen from the sweat that she'd perspired while still wearing the two layers of clothing she'd had on out on the slopes. I pointed at her bra and made a lose it motion with my hand. She removed her bra and pulled the quilt that I was under down, giving me a big grin when she saw I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts and knowing that I didn't have anything on under them.

She climbed onto the bed as gently as she could, having found out from my cry of pain the day before, that her normal mode of flopping down onto the bed jarred my broken leg too much. She eased over to me and we embraced each other in a big hug before kissing each other.

The sight of her naked body had begun the process like it always does, and her bare breasts pressed against my bare chest had further it along, so that when we'd finished with our tongue wrestling kiss; my cock was rock hard and pressing against our lower bellies.

"Let me ease down until I'm on my back then you can bring your "hot and bothered" pussy up here to my mouth and I can finish what Mark started out on the chair lift and slopes today." 

Even my saying that and the image of him touching her made my dick begin to wilt.

"Stop thinking about him touching me today, Michael. Nothing sexual happened and I promise you it never will. Please Michael, I've missed you and I'm horny so please forget about Mark so you can get hard again. I need your cock in my pussy. We haven't fucked since Sunday morning and I need you. Please Michael, can we try to fuck. I'll do most of the work, I promise." 

Savannah swung around on the bed until her pussy was over my face and lowered it to my mouth. She laid her upper body down onto my stomach and waist, but her weight on me down there must have put my legs into some strange angle, because a sharp pain shot through my broken leg.

"GET UP. PLEASE, GET UP. DAMN IT HURTS SO BAD. PLEASE BABY, GET UP!" 

Savannah jumped up off the bed and I could see tears begin to flow down her cheeks as I strained to not yell out again from the pain her sudden moves had sent through my leg.

"Oh my God, Michael, I didn't mean to hurt your leg. I'm so sorry, so, so sorry. What can I do to help you with the pain?"

"There's nothing you can do, baby. Lay back down here with me for a few minutes and I'm sure it will go away."

Savannah eased back onto the bed and snuggled up against my left side away from my broken leg and I put my arm around her shoulders while her head lay on mine. We both drifted off to sleep, me from the physical and emotional strain of my broken leg and I would guess for Savannah, her own emotional roller coaster. The thoughts of another man touching her had killed my horniness and I assume the sudden outburst and the thoughts that she'd hurt me killed Savannah's as well. We were awakened by someone knocking on the bedroom door.

"We made dinner if anybody in there is hungry." One of Savannah's girlfriends said through the door.

"We'll be there in a minute." Savannah yelled back at her.

Savannah helped me put on the pair of sweats she'd cut a slit in the right leg of that I'd been wearing around the chalet since I'd broken my leg. Savannah had washed and dried them once in the washer/dryer combo our unit had. After pulling on a sweat shirt, I hobbled on my crutches into the dining room and sat on the padded bench they'd moved from the living room so I could sit with my leg stretched out down its length.

I sat in silence as the three women chattered about their day out skiing the trails and had to fight hard not to say what I was thinking when they started talking about the three guys they'd met. I was surprised to learn one of them was black and illogically assumed that he was Mark until Lori Beth said how good of a kisser Greg was and how much she was looking forward to seeing that big black cock she knew he had. She must have seen the brief flash of anger that I couldn't stop, because she suddenly stopped talking and turned red from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Michael. You've been so quiet; I forgot that you were there." She stammered trying to apologize to me for her outburst.

"Forget about it, Lori Beth. I'm getting tired sitting like this, so I think I'll go lay back down."

"I'll come with you, honey. Here let me help you up." Savannah said as she stood up from her chair beside me at the end of the table.

I let her help me up and I made sure I had the crutches firmly under my arms before I spoke to her and her friends.

"Baby, you don't have to if you'd rather stay out here with them. I've been getting in and out of the bed just fine by myself most of the afternoon."

"I've been with them all afternoon and I want to go with you. Don't you want me to go with you?"

"Yes, I'd love for you to come with me, but you're free to do whatever you want to do."

"Good, because I want to be with the most perfect husband in the world." 

"Where's he at and how can you leave me for him? Won't his wife be mad when she finds out about the two of you?" I asked her teasingly as I saw looks of shock cross Lori Beth and Lisa's faces.

"I was talking about you, you big doofus. Now look what you've done. My friends must think you're some kind of monster or something. It's okay, girls, I knew he was teasing me. You two haven't been around him enough to know when he's teasing and when he's serious."

I hobbled back toward our bedroom with Savannah right behind me and though I'm sure she didn't mean for me to hear it, heard Lori Beth telling Lisa that she hadn't thought I was a racist, but now thought I was. I didn't hear the rest of their conversation and even though I did very well with the crutches, they tired me out quickly, and I didn't feel like going back and defending myself. 

I fished with Darius Anderson and he was black and had been the second friend I'd made when I'd began working for the factory we both worked in and wouldn't have him for a friend if he thought I had an ounce of racism in me. I'm sure Lori Beth didn't know that about me though. Savannah locked the door behind her after we'd entered our bedroom. 

"Why did you lock the door?"

"I thought we might could try and pick up where we left off earlier, that's if you're willing of course."

"I'm more than willing. Help me get my clothes off and into bed and we'll do more than try this time."

Savannah stripped me and helped ease me down onto the bed. I found out that lying flat on my back was the only position that I could lie in and not have my leg hurt so Savannah had to position herself so that I could kiss and caress her body. 

We kissed and caressed each other for at least fifteen minutes before I urged her up so that she was straddling my face in cowgirl position and leaning against the headboard for support. I ate her well-trimmed pussy then using my fingers on it when she shifted her body so I could suck and lick on her clit until she climaxed from my efforts. 

She had become more vocal during our lovemaking sessions in the past four months, but hadn't been a screamer when she came, so I was surprised at how loud she'd been before her orgasm and the way she'd screamed during it. It was loud enough that there was no way our housemates didn't hear it.

I was harder than I could ever remember being after her noisy cum and Savannah lost no time in scooting down my body and impaling herself on my hard cock. The next ten minutes felt so good as she gently rocked back and forth on my cock while her upper body hung down enough for me to suck on each of her breasts and nipples, then both nipples at the same time when I pushed her DD breasts together with my hands. That produced the same reaction in her that it always did and she began rising and falling on my cock as she fucked herself with it toward another orgasm.

There was one big difference this time though. Every time her ass bounced against my upper thighs, it shot a pain through my broken leg. I tolerated it as long as I could, but finally it became too much and I had to stop her. I grabbed her hips and held them still with all my strength while telling her why.

"Baby, you can't bounce up and down on my legs that hard, it's killing me from the pain its causing in my leg. Can you go back to slow and easy? God, I never thought I'd be the one saying those words and not you."

"I'm so sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to hurt you and didn't know I was." She answered me with real concern in her voice.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose and I let you know as soon as it got too unbearable. Please don't stop, only take it easy like you were before."

Savannah went back to rocking gently on my cock and the pleasure from her actions became greater than the pain and I quickly found myself near the edge of my own orgasm and did cum when Savannah leaned down and began sucking on my nipples while milking my cock with her pussy. She lay down on my chest and we kissed then held each other when the last of my semen had blasted out of the end of my cock. 

"I'm sorry I had to stop you. I know you didn't cum, but if you'll go clean my spunk off of and from inside your pussy, I'll give you another orgasm with my mouth."

"No, I came once and I'm okay with lying here on the love of my life's chest as long as he will let me."

We lay like that for a good twenty minutes before Mother Nature made her appearance and started jumping up and down on my kidneys.

"Baby, I gotta pee." I told her with my fairly close (according to her) Forrest Gump imitation. We both broke down laughing hysterically at that and I almost lost control and peed on us and the bed during our fit of laughter. I managed to get to the bathroom and relieve myself when I told that to Savannah and she'd gotten off me. 

While we were in there, Savannah used first a soapy washcloth then a wet one to clean my body the best she could while I stood beside the shower/tub combo the bathroom had. After getting me back into bed, naked this time, she took a shower then joined me, also still naked, in the bed. We cuddled with each other before going back to sleep for the second time. We were again awakened by a knock on the door.

"Savannah, we're going to get ready to go to the mixer at the lodge. You sure you don't want to go with us." I heard Lori Beth yell through the door. Instead of yelling her answer, Savannah got off the bed, put on one of the resort's plush bathrobes, and went out into the hall to talk to Lori Beth.

I couldn't hear any of the conversation except for the last bit which was Savannah talking to Lori Beth in a loud voice.

"I said no. I'm going to stay here with Michael so stop trying to talk me into going. Now go and leave me alone."

Savannah came back into our bedroom and I again saw the look of disappointment mixed with anger on her face.

"Savannah, I love you and if it were up to me, I'd gladly tell you to stay with me instead of going with your friends, but it's not up to me. I don't own you and you are free to do whatever you want to do. My preference would be for you to stay, but you can go if you want to."

"I do want to a little, but I want to stay with you here more. I did miss you today and I don't want to be away from you tonight. Is that okay?"

"Oh baby, it's more than okay, it's wonderful. I missed you too and I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. Now bring that beautiful body of yours back over here so I can molest it some more."

We ended up giving each other another orgasm using our hands and mouths on each other and heard the front door slam as Lori Beth and Lisa left right after Savannah's second scream punctuated cum. I couldn't help the laughing fit that overcame me with what Savannah said while we were snuggling against each other in the afterglow of our cums.

"What a couple of sluts. Lori Beth said since I wasn't going with them she might let Greg and Mark spit roast her after they did Lisa. What did they mean about getting spit roasted?"

That's when my laughing fit started and I laughed so hard I was soon out of breath. Savannah had risen up and was looking at me with that sad yet angry look I'd seen before and though I wanted to I couldn't reassure her that I wasn't laughing at her, but at what she'd said, because I was out of breath from laughing. When I finally got control and could do so, I told her why I was laughing.

"Savannah, baby, I'm not laughing at you, I swear. What you said was so funny I couldn't help myself. You honestly don't know what spit roasting is?"

"No, I don't Mister, I have a college education and you don't, Smartass." Savannah angrily spat at me.

"Baby, please don't be like that. I've never once said anything about your lack of higher education and I never have talked down to you or belittled you in any way and you know it. Just forget about it and let's be happy tonight. I hate it when you're mad at me. Please baby, it's your turn not to be mad, okay?"

"Okay, I'll stop being mad, but you have to tell me what it means for a girl to get spit roasted."

I did tell her what a spit was and how, if it was a whole animal, a rod was pushed through the animal so that one end came out of its mouth and the other out of its ass so it could be roasted over the spit and that when two men spit roasted a woman, it was their cocks that were going into one of the three holes a woman uses during sex, but it was usually the mouth and pussy that were used.

"So she's getting fucked from both ends, right?" Savannah asked after my explanation.

"Yes, that's correct. If I could stand it, your fantasy of being fucked by another man while I fucked your face would be your spit roasting, but I can't stand even the thought of you getting fucked by another man so that fantasy of yours will have to go unfulfilled while you're married to me. I hope you can live with that."

"The way you lived with me being such a prude for so long, yes, Michael, I can live with it. I can live with a lot of unfulfilled fantasies as long as I have you. I love you with all my heart and will do everything I can to make you happy and nothing to make you stop loving me. Thank you, my handsome and loving husband."

"No, thank you, my beautiful and loving wife."

Our sappiness led to another bout of sex where I ate Savannah out until she came then she rode my hard dick until I did. We fell asleep in each other's arms and didn't hear Lisa and Lori Beth come back from their night out. I only found out they had returned when Lori Beth yelled at me to be quiet while I was in the kitchen transferring milk and cereal to the counter while trying to balance on one crutch and my good leg the next morning.

I sat in the corner of the living room couch reading one of the many used books we'd gotten from the used paperback book store we'd past on the way back from the hospital on Monday. Savannah got up an hour later and made a pot of coffee, which the aroma from I assumed, brought Lisa and then Lori Beth down from upstairs. I don't drink coffee and hadn't learned how to make it. 

Yeah, yeah; it's water and coffee grinds in a brewer, but if you don't know what you're doing, it's either too weak or too strong and since I didn't indulge, I didn't care if I learned the right amount to use or not.

I remained on the couch watching the three women as they drank their coffees trying to start their day. I pushed myself up off the couch and hobbled into our bedroom, closing the door behind me, and turning on ESPN's "Sportscenter" when Lori Beth started to get excited and loud gushing about how wonderful her and Lisa's night had been with the three men they'd met at the chair lifts.

I had almost dozed off to sleep when Savannah came into the bedroom a half hour later with a look of apprehension on her face.

"Are you okay, honey? Is your leg hurting you? Why didn't you stay on the living room couch?" She asked me with real concern in her voice.

"I'm fine, the leg's hurting a little, but I can handle it; and I didn't want to hear how those three guys rocked Lori Beth and Lisa's worlds last night during their fuck fest." I answered her in as neutral a tone as I could manage.

"I'm sorry, Michael. She just got excited and wanted to tell me all about their night with Greg, George, and Mark."

"Stop, please Savannah, stop. If I didn't want to hear it from her, I sure as shit don't want to hear it from you."




It Wasn't a Dream



"Sorrie. I won't go into any details but she said the three guys did something to her at the same time and I don't know what it means. I was too embarrassed to ask her so if I ask you, will you tell me?"

"Baby, you know I'll tell you anything that I know the answer to. Don't get mad like you did yesterday if I start laughing though."

"Why would you start laughing?"

"Well, I have an idea what you're going to ask and it will probably be as funny to me as you asking me what spit roasting was."

"Will you try not to laugh?'

"Yes baby, I'll try."

"Lori Beth said the three guys they were with made her air tight. How can a woman be made air tight and why does it take three guys to do it?"

I had to fight the laughter that wanted to escape my mouth before I could answer her. "Savannah, a woman is made air tight when a man's cock is shoved into her three holes and that's why it takes three men."

I couldn't help laughing when the look of shock came into her eyes and on her face. She sat down in the armchair that either the resort had placed in the master bedroom or one of the earlier occupants had.

"Women let men do that and enjoy it?" She asked me in amazement.

"Yes, they do or they wouldn't let guys do that to them. Didn't Lori Beth say how much she enjoyed it?"

"Yeah, but she such a slut, I thought she'd enjoy anything to do with sex."

"She probably does, but she's not the only woman in the world that does and will do those types of things. I bet Lisa's almost as big a slut as Lori Beth."

"I don't think she's quite as big of a slut as Lori Beth. At least she admitted she was afraid to let those men do that to her."

"Okay, enough of that. If I'd have wanted to hear all that, I'd have stayed in the living room. Changing the subject, are you three going skiing today?"

"They are, but I'm staying here with you."

"Why? Don't you want to go skiing with them?"

"I would if they weren't planning on meeting Greg, George, and Mark. I won't put myself in the same position I was in yesterday ever again."

"I'm not sorry you're not going if they're meeting those guys, but are you sure you wouldn't rather go? Today and tomorrow will be your last chances to ski for a while. Are you afraid you can't resist Mark's advances or are you afraid you won't want to resist?"

I saw that I'd hit the nail on the head with that comment by Savannah hanging her head and my heart sank. My once sexually repressed wife had come to realize how good sex could be and was having thoughts of exploring her new found sexuality and my greatest fear might be on the verge of happening. I had feared that if I did manage to broaden her horizons when it came to sex that she'd want to take it farther than I was willing to go and I'd end up losing her. I decided that there wasn't any better time to go ahead and bring my fears out into the open than at that moment.

"Savannah, I was afraid this might happen if I ever broke through your repressed sexuality. You're having fantasies of fucking Mark and I'm afraid you're having thoughts of actually doing it. 

Savannah, you know I love you and would do almost anything you wanted to make and keep you happy, but I can't and won't agree to you fucking another man or men. If you need to explore your new sexual awakening with other men, I won't fight the divorce if you'll be fair and not try to take me to the cleaners. 

You're a free, white, American woman and I can't stop you from fucking anybody you want as long as you're willing to lose what we have and me."

"STOP IT. STOP IT, RIGHT NOW." Savannah yelled at me after jumping to her feet. 

She stood beside the bed, her face red with rage and her breathing fast and ragged. I had never seen her this angry. The moment was broken by Lori Beth knocking at the door and yelling:

"Is everything all right in there?"

"Yes, everything's fine. Go have fun on the slopes. I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye."

We both heard the front door open and shut. At least they hadn't slammed it this time. Savannah had regained most of her composure by then.

"Michael, I love you with all my heart and I don't want to a divorce or to lose you. I know how you feel about me with another man and yes, I want to fuck Mark, but I won't because I do love you so much. Why do you think I didn't want to go with Lisa and Lori Beth?"

"Because you were afraid you'd give in and let Mark take you back to where ever he's staying and fuck you. You knew if you did that, I'd be able to tell and we'd be done as a married couple."

"No, that's not why. I didn't want to go because Lori Beth sort of promised Greg, George, and Mark they would be able to fuck me today after she talked me into it. That's why I came in here with you, to get away from her."

"She's a real good friend, isn't she?" I asked Savannah sarcastically. "It's not enough that she's a slut, she needs to turn a faithful, devoted wife into one, too."

"Okay, I'm not good at picking the right friends, but I'm not as weak as you think I am. Neither Lori Beth nor anybody else can talk me into doing something I know will hurt you so badly. I'm not going to cheat on you now or ever so please, stop worrying about me doing it.

Can I lay down with you? Will you hold me, Michael? I love you so please stop hurting us both by thinking I'd do something that I'm never, ever going to do."

I held out my arms to her, but my doubts and fears were still there. I kept thinking to myself that if we could get through the next two nights and one day, everything would return to somewhat normal when we got back home.

Savannah and I made love to each other the best we could considering the shape I was in. The two orgasms I gave her with my mouth and fingers were fairly good, but my insecurity about not being able to give her one while we fucked had me thinking she was disappointed by that fact even though she kept reassuring me that she wasn't. We napped for some of the time and enjoy being together whether in the bed or on the couch the rest of the time.

Lori Beth and Lisa spent only a couple of hours away from the chalet and I couldn't tell if they'd been skiing or doing something else during that time. They both said they were tired and went upstairs to their bedroom and it wasn't long before Savannah and I heard the unmistakable sounds of the two women having sex with each other.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Lick me right there, you slutty little bitch. You're the best when it comes to eating my pussy. Now eat me and make me cum hard." We heard Lisa exclaim before she stopped talking and began to moan then squeal as she came from Lori Beth eating her pussy.

"Now it's your turn to eat me, you filthy cum whore. Eat me good or I may have to spank your cute little ass." We heard Lori Beth yell at Lisa before she began to moan, spew the raunchiest dirty talk I'd ever heard, then scream not once but twice from her own orgasm.

Savannah sat beside me in shock until she saw my sweats being tented by my hard cock. She grinned her evil little grin before dropping to the floor, crawling to the corner of the couch where I was sitting, and pulling my sweats down below my erection.

"Let's pay those little bitches back, Michael. I'm going to suck your dick and I want you to be as loud as you can be so they'll know what I'm doing." She said to me before dropping her head down into my lap and beginning to lick then suck on its bulbous head.

"Oh, yeah baby. Suck that big, hard dick. Show me how much you've changed and suck all of it into your mouth and down your throat. Yes, Savannah. Oh yes, that feels so good. Yeah suck me like the good little cocksucker you've finally become." I moaned and groaned as loud as I could, knowing that the two women upstairs could hear me. 

I turned my head and looked toward the stairs when I thought I'd heard a noise over there. Lisa and Lori Beth were sitting on the third and fourth step in plain sight with Lisa on the lower step and Lori Beth behind her. They were both still naked and Lori Beth was leaned forward so she could get her hands on Lisa's breasts.

I hadn't really paid that much attention to them in the past, but couldn't help but notice them now. They were very similar in body type and shape. I had noticed that they were as tall as me, were both hard bodied from working out, with the same length of blond hair, but Lisa's was a brighter, more natural blond and Lori Beth's was dirty blond. They both had perky round breasts with Lori Beth having slightly bigger ones than Lisa, but Lisa was the more beautiful of the two and that may have explained why Lori Beth seemed to be the more aggressive of the two at everything I'd seen them do in the short time I'd known them.

Savannah hadn't stopped sucking on my cock and I'm sure she didn't know that her friends were on the stairs watching her give me the best blowjob she'd ever given me. Even though I'd already cum once that day and it usually took me longer the second time, the excitement of the moment was too great and I was close to cumming.

"I'm going to cum, baby. I'm warning you, I'm about to cum. Oh my God here it comes, Savannah." I yelled at her expecting her to pull off my cock; but she kept it in her mouth and took all of my seed into her mouth and I felt her swallowing my load. I looked over at the two women on the stairs and grinned. Lori Beth pointed to herself and Lisa before pointing at Savannah. I knew what she meant by that and shook my head yes.

Lisa and Lori Beth finished coming down the stairs as quietly as they could and snuck up behind Savannah. Before she realized what was happening, they'd begun kissing the back of her neck and caressing her big, gorgeous breasts through her shirt. She looked at me with a questioning look and I shook my head yes. She turned on her knees to face her friends and the three of them began kissing each other in the floor beneath where I sat.

My camcorder was on the coffee table with the almost full pack of blank discs beside it so I leaned down and snatched them from the table. I ejected the disc we'd record some of the views we'd stopped and admired on our drive up to the resort and inserted a new one. I hit record and watched through the viewing screen as Lori Beth and Lisa continued to arouse my beautiful wife with their mouths and hands on her mouth, breasts, and upper body. She didn't resist when they stood and helped her to stand where they commenced to remove the scant amount of clothes that she had on.

When she was naked, they led her to the master bedroom. I stopped the recorder, grabbed my leather belt from the table, looped it through the handhold of the recorder and buckled it, before slinging it across my neck so that the recorder bounced against my chest when I hopped toward the bedroom on my crutches. 

The three women were on the bed and Savannah had begun kissing Lisa and Lori Beth back with as much passion as they had been kissing her. I sat in the arm chair and began recording again. Lori Beth was licking and sucking on Savannah's breasts and nipples while Savannah was doing the same to Lisa's as Lisa leaned over her as Savannah lay flat on her back on the bed. Lisa lifted herself up even more and straddled Savannah's face in cowgirl leaning on the headboard much like Savannah had been doing so I could eat her for the last couple of days. 

Lisa didn't give Savannah time to protest or hesitate before she plastered her pussy onto Savannah's mouth. Lisa began riding Savannah's face and I couldn't get a good look at what Savannah was doing with her mouth and tongue, but from the way Lisa was moaning and squealing, she must have been doing a good job.

Lori Beth had moved down until her face was even with Savannah's pussy and had begun kissing all around it before beginning to lap at it with her tongue. Lori Beth began eating out Savannah's pussy in earnest after only a few moments of the gentle licking she had been doing, and I could tell Savannah was close to cumming from the thrusting of her hips up to Lori Beth's mouth. She managed to push Lisa off her face long enough to scream out her pleasure before Lisa pushed her pussy back down onto Savannah's mouth as she was close to her own orgasm.

I was made aware that we weren't alone in the chalet when I heard the man's voice as he came through the door of the bedroom naked. I knew he was Greg because he was black and I saw his two friends equally naked behind him.

"All right. I see she's ready for us to show her more pleasure than she's ever experienced before."

"No, you're not. You get the hell out of here. How did you get in? You don't belong here. All three of you get the hell out." I yelled at them as I struggled to stand.

"Chill out, dude. The ladies invited us over and left the door unlocked for us. We're not here to hurt anyone, but to rock one sexy lady's world. Sit back down and don't make a fuss. Hell who knows, you might get off on seeing your wife get royally fucked by three studs like us." Greg said to me with a smirk on his face.

That was the wrong thing to say and the wrong look to have with me in the room. I saw red and threw the camcorder at him as hard as I could. The shortness of the distance between us helped in my hitting my target and the camcorder struck him square in the face and dazed him while cutting his face in two places. His two buddies where stunned enough by my actions that I had time to grab one of my crutches at the bottom and when they rushed me, I managed to hit the first one coming at me hard enough in the head that he went down before he got to me. 

His buddy managed to duck under my back swing and hit me in the chest knocking me down into the chair, but I bounced back up surprisingly quicker than he anticipated, and managed to hit him on his cheek with everything I had. I don't know which pain was worse at that moment, the pain in my fist or my broken leg.

Greg had recovered by then and joined his friend in hitting me around the head and shoulders as I tried to block, swing back, and remain standing all at the same time. I went down and struggled to get back up, still swinging at anything I could hit. I landed a fairly good punch on the white man's, that was still standing, nuts and saw him double over and I hit him again on the cheek. 

The last things I heard were three women screaming and Greg's voice.

"None of this would have happened if you'd sat back down, motherfucker. I have to give you credit though; you do have some big ones. Most guys would have quit fighting long ago. I'm sorry, but it's time for the lights to go out for you."

I felt a huge stab of pain on the left side of my head and the lights did go out on me. 

I awoke I don't know how much later and opened my eyes. I could tell I was lying in a hospital room and, if it wasn't the same one I'd been in on Sunday night, it was close enough that I couldn't see any differences. I looked to my left and saw two things: It was dark outside and Savannah was reclined back in the recliner beside my bed. 

I must have been on the edge of consciousness because seeing her there snapped me into full consciousness and the pain from all over my body hit me and I moaned out; awakening her.

"Thank God you're awake, Michael. Where does it hurt? I'll go get the nurse and she can give you something for it." Savannah said to me with relief mixed with a tad of fear in her voice.

I reached out and grabbed her arm with all my strength so she couldn't move away from me.

"Was it worth it, you worthless bitch? Are you happy now that you're a no good slut like your friends? Maybe the three of you can find a big house together and start you own brothel. After you tell the nurse I'm awake, keep walking and don't look back, you whore. I never want to see you again." I hissed at the woman I'd loved with all my heart, but couldn't stand the sight of as images of Greg fucking her with that impressive piece of manhood I'd briefly got a glimpse of rushed through my head.

"NO MICHAEL! NO! NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN ME AND THOSE THREE MEN, I SWEAR. PLEASE MICHAEL YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE ME!" Savannah screamed at me in a panic. Her yelling got the attention of the nurse, who came rushing in.

"What's going on in here?" She asked in a stern voice.

"My husband awoke from a nightmare and in pain. Can you get him something for the pain?" Savannah asked the nurse while she squeezed my hand and shook her head no at me when I started to open my mouth to speak. 

"I'll check and see, but the doctors usually want to wait at least an hour before they give someone with a concussion any pain meds after they first wake up. They might make an exception since your husband pulled his bone back out of alignment with his second fall. I'm sorry he's going to have to have surgery to repair it now." The nurse said before she left.

"What the hell did she mean, my second fall. I didn't fall again, those assholes beat me up, all because you had to try another man's dick. When she comes back I'm setting the record straight and having her throw your cheating ass out. You knew what would happen if you fucked another man and know I'm about to make it happen."

"I didn't fuck another man and never will, Mister "I was out cold and don't know what really happened, but I'm always right" Hartman. I've got proof that nothing happened between me and those men. Please Michael, you can hear what happened after Greg knocked you out, but you'll have to wait until we can be alone for more than a few minutes before I can play it for you."

"What the hell are you talking about, bitch? Why can't I see this proof you have? What kind of silly scheme have you and your fellow sluts in crime cooked up to try and save your ass from hitting the bricks?"

"Stop calling me those awful names. I'm telling you nothing happened. I'm still your faithful, devoted wife. If anything, I love you even more. I told Lori Beth how you'd react if she tried to make it possible for those three to try and fuck me. I told her you'd fight with all you had, but she didn't believe me. Oh Michael, I'm so glad you weren't hurt any worse than you were. I don't think Greg meant to hit you as hard as he did, but he could have killed you by hitting you that hard in the side of the head. 

He'd have been lying in a drawer beside you in the morgue though if he had." Savannah said to me as her anger grew hotter and hotter. I began to think that I could believe her after she said that.

"Did they piss themselves when you pointed your .380 at them, baby?" I asked her before another sharp pain coursed through my leg and the rest of my battered body and shut the lights out on me again.

It was still dark when I awoke the second time. I was in a different room, with my right leg encased in a cast that went from my ankle to my hip, and raised higher than my head in traction. Savannah was asleep on a roll-away cot below me on my left side. I wasn't feeling any pain and heard a noise to my right. I saw an automatic drug dispenser beside my bed and knew that was why I wasn't feeling any pain.

"Savannah, can you hear me?" I said barely above a whisper.

Savannah jerked awake and sat up quickly on the cot. 

"Michael, are you really awake or was I dreaming?" 

"No, I'm awake. How long have I been out and what's going on?"

"You've been out for two days and nights and the doctors took advantage of you being out to fix your leg. They say you'll have to be in traction for another week. I called both our offices and told them what happened and your boss said not to worry, your job would still be there when you get back. 

Unfortunately, I'll have to find another job when we get back because that bastard that's my boss told me you didn't need me while you lay around in a hospital bed and I told him where he could shove his job because I wasn't coming home until you could come home, too."




It Wasn't a Dream



"Savannah, I guess you know I believe you now about nothing happening between those men and you. I still want to hear the proof of that fact though. Did you answer my last question before I went back into the big, black void?"

"No, you were gone before I could answer. No, Greg and George didn't piss themselves when I pointed "Belle" at them. They're in the Air Force; pilots to be exact, and don't scare that easily. If you're up for it, you can listen to it now. It's 2 A.M. and the nurse won't be back in before 6:30."

"Let me hear it." I told her.

She must have watched it and then listened to it a couple of times because she had the disc in the camcorder cued up right where she wanted it. The video part of it was a blur until the camcorder landed on the floor and stay there recording the patch of carpet the lens was lying against. The camcorder had continued to record during the next thirty minutes that it took for everyone not out cold on the floor to calm down.

"OH MY GOD, SAVANNAH! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT GUN?" I heard one of the other girls scream.

"STOP HITTING MICHAEL, YOU SONS OF BITCHES OR I SWEAR I'LL SHOOT YOU BOTH!" I heard Savannah yelling at the two guys who I'd been fighting with.

"WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! SEXY LADY! LET'S ALL CALM DOWN BEFORE SOMEONE GETS SERIOUSLY HURT!" I heard Greg yelling at Savannah while her girlfriends screamed in the background.

"EVERYBODY, STOP YELLING AND SCREAMING, AND YOU NEED TO PUT THE GUN DOWN!" I heard Greg yell at everyone.

Lisa and Lori Beth stopped screaming and I could hear them crying now.

"Greg, this dude's not moving. I think you hit him too hard." One of his buddies said.

"Lori Beth, call 911 and tell them we need an ambulance and the sheriff right away." I heard Savannah say.

"Hold up there Lori Beth." Greg said.

"What, you don't think my husband needs an ambulance? I know one thing, if he dies lying there on that floor you die tonight, too." Savannah told Greg.

"No. No. I didn't mean hold up on the ambulance. I meant hold up on having the sheriff come out here. Can we all put some clothes on; I'm beginning to get chilly." Greg

"Okay, but after someone calls 911." Savannah

"I'll call, but what do I say?" Lori Beth

"Tell the dispatcher that Michael fell again and hit his head on the bottom step of the stairs. Me and George can carry him in there and no one will have to know what actually happened." Greg

"Tell me why I shouldn't have the sheriff come out here and we all tell him the truth?" Savannah

"Because we're all three pilots in the Air Force and we'd lose our commissions, be court marshaled out of the Air Force, and maybe even sent to Leavenworth if, God forbid, your husband dies or is seriously injured. The military doesn't look kindly on its members injuring civilians. Besides we'll do anything we have to so that this little misunderstanding goes away." Greg

"What misunderstanding? Michael kept telling you to leave and you ignored him." Savannah

"Yeah, well he started it by throwing that camcorder at me. Please, can I put some clothes on?" Greg

"Me, too." From still conscious white guy.

"Okay, everybody put your clothes back on except for you, Lori Beth. You call 911 and get the ambulance on its way. Tell them Michael fell just like Greg said. You two put your friend's clothes back on him." Savannah

"Maybe we can wake him up. Got any fingernail polish remover?" Greg

"Well like DUH, Greg. We're girls. Of course we have finger nail polish remover." Lori Beth

"Bring me the bottle and we'll see if we can't wake both these guys up." Greg

"Oh, my head. Why's my head hurting so badly?" Previously unconscious Greg buddy.

"Later Dude, get your clothes on so you can help us carry him into the foyer below the stairs." Greg

"Greg, he's not waking up." One of Greg's buddies.

"I know that. I already tried that while you were God knows where playing with yourself." Greg

"I wasn't playing with it. I had to pee." Greg's buddy

"I hear the sirens so you three need to get the hell out of here. Lori Beth has your phone number, doesn't she Greg?" Savannah

"Yes, she does, but why did you need to know that?" Greg

"So I can call you when I'm ready for you to keep your promise to do anything if I kept the sheriff out of this. And don't be getting your hopes up, it won't be what you're thinking and hoping it might be. Yes, you've got what looks like a big, beautiful cock, but it will never be this close to me again so get your buddy and get the hell out." Savannah

Sound of front door opening and shutting with sound of siren in the distance.

"What the hell did you two bitches do, Lori Beth?" Savannah

"Wait a minute; I didn't have anything to do with this. It was all her doing." Lisa

"I'm waiting, Lori Beth." Savannah

"I told Greg I thought I knew of a way for the three of them to fuck you like you've been fantasizing about." Lori Beth

"You told Greg about my fantasies? How could you do that to me? I told them do you and you swore you'd never tell another soul." Savannah

"It was in the heat of the moment. All three of those guys thought you were one fine, sexy lady and wanted you even though you don't think that you are. I knew you thought about fucking other men and I thought with him hurt like he was, Michael wouldn't be able to stop it from happening and maybe he'd get into it once it started and be okay with it. Admit it you both were into it pretty good when me and Lisa were the ones pleasuring you. You know you wanted to do it." 

"Yes to both your statements, but I told you how Michael would react. I hear the ambulance outside so we'll continue this conversation later. I'm going with Michael to the hospital. Remember he fell again while we were out skiing and we found him right there like he is now. We were afraid to move him and left him there. Got it?"

"Yes Savannah we got it. You're as bad as Greg thinking we're a couple of airheads." Lori Beth.

Savannah stopped the camcorder from playing and looked at me with fear and hope in her eyes.

"I'm sorry I call you all those horrible names the last time I woke up. I was sure that you were in on it when Greg said the ladies invited them to the chalet. In my mind, I figured if you were a part of it, you'd go ahead and let them fuck you before you get around to checking on me." I told her and saw her anger flare again.

"I love you, damn it, and would never ignore you if I even thought you were hurt, let alone when I knew it for a fact. You need to quit picturing me cheating on you every time another man pays attention to me. I finally admitted that I am one fine, sexy lady and I already have my equally sexy hunk of a man so stop hurting us both with your imaginary "lovers" of mine."

"I'll try, baby. I promise to try real hard from now on. Do you forgive me?" I asked her as I felt myself slipping back toward the darkness and didn't hear her answer.

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One year later

Savannah and I are back at the ski resort where my nightmare magically transformed itself into one of my biggest dreams. Greg and his buddies kept their word and when Savannah called, they ponied up the money to cover both my hospital stays, the cost of our last year's and the next ten years chalet rental, and an extra fifty thousand for my pain and suffering. Except for my deductible and co-pay, my health insurance paid for my hospital bills so the money we got from them was pure profit and since they gave us cash and can't prove they gave us the money, it went straight into a safety deposit box and we got to keep it all. After I got out of traction, I had nine months of grueling physical therapy before I could walk without too much of a limb. 

With the addition of our new plaything, our sex life is beyond my wildest dreams. Lisa has become that plaything and lives with us, shares our bed and our bodies, and we all three have developed a genuine love for each other. 

When Lisa moved in she brought her assortment of sex toys with her which included a strap-on dildo. With her on one end and me on the other, Savannah finally got her spit roasting and so much more. I'm living every man's dream and the two sexy ladies in my life have fulfilled every fantasy I've had so far. Who knows what I'll dream up for the three of us to do next or maybe it'll be one of them who come up with our next fantasy to try. We all know one thing for sure; no other men will ever be involved in our sex life.

Oh yeah, what did I ask Lori Beth to do so she could keep her promise to of doing anything to make up for her part in the near break up of mine and Savannah's marriage? The first thing she had to do was watch as me and Savannah gave Lisa more pleasure sexually than she'd ever gotten while with Lori Beth and the second thing she had to do was move away from us as far as she could go and never come back or try to contact us in any way. 

It's only been three months since she moved out west somewhere so only time will tell if she keeps her word or not. I know one thing though, she's never been air tighted like me and my two ladies can air tight a woman, so in a way I hope she does show back up.

 The End



It Wasn't A Dream



I stay completely still, giving you time to calm down, because too much of a good thing can become torture. I want this to be only pleasure for you. 

We remain still until you are no longer moaning. Your breathing returns to near normal and you look at me. "You're incredible!" you say and lean forward against me as I wrap my arms around you. 

After five or ten minutes you sit back and say, "Your turn, my lover! Let me please you. Cum in me. Empty yourself in me. I want to feel you throb inside me. Cum in me!"

You start bouncing on me, raising up and letting yourself drop down hard. Again and again. You rotate you hips in small circles, then forward and back. Then up and down again.

As you continue bouncing, you can hear me, "Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh." I have a tight grip on your waist, squeezing you and digging my fingers into your hips. I'm helping you to bounce. My moans are getting louder. "Unh. Unh. Oh. Oh! Aaah! Aaah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Yes. Now. Now! Aaarrrgghh!!" I throw my head back and bellow. 

I cum. I throb. I shoot my seed deep into your womb. I cum, and cum. I cum so hard it almost hurts. Almost. This pain is pure pleasure. Pleasure only the right woman can give me. You are the right woman.

You fall forward on me, kissing me briefly, then hugging me tight. We slide sideways onto the floor and lie in each others arms, spotlighted by the moonlight. I become soft and slide out of you. Some of my seed oozes from your nether lips, tickling you and causing you to smile. 

Your face glows in a post orgasm blush, a smile of contentment graces your lips, and your eyes sparkle with tears of happiness. I have never before seen a more beautiful woman.

"Stay with me tonight, little kitten," I say. All you can do is nod your head, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.

I pick you up like a bridegroom his bride, and carry you into the bedroom. Your arms are around my neck and your head rests on my shoulder. I put you down on your feet by the bed, then quickly flip the covers back. Just as quickly, you slip between the covers. You still feel my wetness between your legs, but you feel more feminine because of it, and you don't want to wash it away. 

I crawl in bed beside you, wrap my arms around you and hug you to my chest. I can smell your hair, sweet and clean, as it lays across my shoulder. With your head against my chest, you can smell my masculine odor and my cologne. You slide your thigh up across my thighs until my flaccid penis touches your leg. It makes you smile even more.

Exhaustion takes us and we fall asleep together. In the morning, late, we wake up still in each other's arms. As luck would have it, we wake up at the same moment. The first thing we see is our lover's eyes. We smile happily and think the same thought.

"It wasn't a dream."